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Bianca

More Stuff

Once I had a dream that my Ipod had a poop alert app. As a big urge came
on, my device kept chanting that that the poop was coming. I pooped mush
for 2 minutes. This happened every time I had to poop. That would be
interesting if that happened for real. I also daydream about pooping in
the bath tub. I’d only dare myself to do that if I knew that diarrhea was
coming.Who else has thought about this? My current device is getting up
in age now too, but I’ll post as long as I can. Anyway, I even dream
about time traveling to a bathroom just by thinking about it. All for now.

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Jessica W

Little correction

I mean, I’m nearly 30 lol. I already turned 20 before Christmas 2014. I
just tried to poo bit only peed. My last crap was on Saturday, so after
my husband took our kids to school, I may try again soon. I sense it’s
gonna be huge as usual even though I don’t eat as much anymore as I used
to in my teens and early 20’s

G’day,
Jessee

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James

Pooing accidents on a walking holiday

I’ve posted in the past about a few incidents when I had an accident (or
in one case an ‘on-purpose’) alongside my closest childhood friend, whom
I have deliberately never named, or even given a pseudonym to. It was him
that first showed me this site when we were teenagers in the late 1990s,
and he had always said that I could post our joint stories as long as I
kept him completely nameless. I’ve only posted about other kids that I
knew having accidents where their experience was incidental to a
pooey-pants episode of my own, as it doesn’t feel like it’s my place to
post on other people’s behalf. However, another old friend dropped me a
very short note on social media a while ago to ask if it was me posting
here, and if so, why I hadn’t posted about the two of us yet. After
spending the last few weeks getting over my embarrassment about anyone
else who knew me back then reading this, I figured I should do as she
said, and if she’s reading this, I hope I do our stories justice. I’ll
probably have to split this into more than one post as there’s quite a
bit to write about. I’ll call her Helen, which isn’t her real name.

I’ve actually mentioned Helen in passing in an earlier post (page 2917) –
she was the girl who had a runny accident in her knickers in class that
led to me and my best friend daring each other to go in our pants. She’d
also pooed her panties at least once in our reception year, whilst we
were sitting at the same table, and I found out what had happened when
the bell went for afternoon break because a large, semi-circular,
tan-coloured stain was forming on the seat of her yellow leggings. That
was a soft but not runny accident, and from what I remember she didn’t do
anything about it other than tie her jumper around her waist. She saw at
least one of my reception-year accidents around that same table a couple
of weeks later, as she was close enough to hear me do a very wet fart
that turned into a fairly obvious ‘poo sound’ (as she called it when she
asked me if I’d messed myself), and she was there when I had the
excruciatingly embarrassing accident during a game of rounders in Year 1
that I described on page 2960. At that age (5-6 or so) we were friendly,
but not exactly friends yet, and even though she was nothing like as
accident-prone as me, it was good to know that there was someone else who
knew what it felt like.

When my best friend moved to our town at the start of Year 2, his mum
already knew Helen’s mum from university, and they quickly resumed their
friendship. As my and my friend’s mums got to know each other at the
school gate, my mum was introduced to Helen’s parents, and my and her
parents soon became good friends themselves. Me and Helen also became
better friends, and we did talk a bit about poo that year (we were
seven!), but I still found it too embarrassing to talk directly about my
own accidents with a girl, even though talking about them with my best
friend always felt like a relief. At the end of that school year, she and
her family moved away, leaving me quite sad, but our families were still
friends and we would usually spend a week together each year in one of
the half-term holidays, along with shorter meet-ups. One of her aunts had
a holiday home in a village in the Derbyshire Dales, so our two families
would mostly do long walks together on those trips. Helen’s younger
sister was about the same age as my little brother, although they weren’t
very close friends. For today, I’ll focus on the first of these trips,
which took place in the autumn holiday when we had both recently turned
eight.

The first walk that we did that week was a fairly short one – maybe four
miles – and I remember the weather was sunny. We spent most of the time
with me updating her about what her old classmates had been up to since
she left, and her telling me about her new school. At one point, I needed
to pee, and ducked behind a tree. I remember afterwards she said she was
jealous of how easy it was for boys to do that outside, as she would have
to go and find somewhere to hide and squat. We talked a bit more about
toilet-related things, but not that much.

The next day was a longer walk, with a picnic lunch in the middle. I had
already peed before lunch, and this time Helen needed to go after we’d
set off again. She held on for quite a while whilst trying to spot a
hidden spot, and a gap in a dry-stone wall gave her the chance. She
whispered to her mum what she was going to do, and everyone paused far
enough up the path to wait. She invited me to have the ‘honour’ of
standing watch on the other side of the wall for anyone coming up the
path in the other direction, but after a couple of minutes she hissed my
name and asked me to find some dock leaves to throw over the wall for
her. I hadn’t twigged what had happened yet, but did what I was asked.
Another couple of minutes later she emerged and said “It turned out I
needed to do more than pee!”. She waved in the direction of a pile of
fallen stones, where I could see a coil of light-brown poo partially
covered by the leaves that she’d been using as loo roll. I commented that
I didn’t think I could ever poo outside like that, she asked “Would you
rather poo your pants?”, and this finally broke the ice enough for us to
start talking more openly about our past accidents. It was obvious that
she had better control over her bowels than me (I was still making big
messes nearly monthly back then), but she told me about a few I hadn’t
known about, which were mostly either due to her not feeling the urge at
all until it suddenly became too strong to hold back, or having an upset
stomach. She was surprised by how often I’d pooed myself in class without
her knowing, and I mentioned the discussion I’d had with my best friend
about boys’ underpants holding in poo much better than girls’ knickers,
which she agreed with. It was definitely easier to talk to her about my
own accidents now that she lived halfway across the country from all the
other kids I knew.

We had a couple of days of sightseeing, and then day five of the trip was
a much rainier walk, so this time we stopped for a proper pub lunch
half-way round, where Helen and I had the kids’ fish and chips (no-one
else did). Having a big lunch was always a trigger for me to need a poo
as a kid, and so within an hour of us setting off for the second half of
the walk, I found myself increasingly desperately needing to do both a
wee and a poo. I was at the stage of thinking I probably couldn’t pee
without doing the other at the same time, and I was holding my crotch and
doing something like a walking version of a pee-dance, which Helen found
funny. Eventually my dad noticed as well, and more or less insisted that
I go and find a tree to pee behind. I was too embarrassed to say what the
problem was and followed orders. Inevitably, the moment I started peeing,
my bum opened as well, and a moderately-sized softish poo came out into
my pants (less mushy than my usual accidents, but not hard). I finished
my wee and did up my flies, then went back to walking alongside Helen,
hanging back from the rest of the group. She could smell something, and
shyly asked “You know what we were talking about yesterday did you..?”,
and I answered by blushing bright red. She glanced over at my bum and
said “There’s nothing to see – mind if I?”, and before I could say
anything she hooked back the material of my trousers and pants and
glanced down there. I could have died of embarrassment, but she was very
matter-of-fact about it and just said “You’re right, your pants really do
hold it in place well”. I was so relieved that she didn’t make a big
thing about it, or tell anyone else (especially my brother), that I
immediately forgave her for sneaking a look at my mess. Once we got back
to the house, I pulled my dad to one side and told him what I’d done so
he could help me clean up.

The next morning, I woke up with a bit of a stomach ache, and I needed a
poo straight after I got out of bed. It was the sort that went from firm
to very mushy over the course of a single log, and after doing it my
stomach felt a bit better, but still sore. Helen also looked like she was
uncomfortable at breakfast. After we’d brushed our teeth, she followed me
into my bedroom, looking upset, and said “James” before turning around
and indicating towards her bum, where there was a very small brown stain
on her leggings. She said “I thought I just needed to fart, but some poo
came out with it and it’s runny”. She looked at me in a very embarrassed
way and hesitantly asked if she could borrow a pair of my pants for the
final walk, in case of emergencies. I told her this was fine, and she
went off to the bathroom to clean up and change her knickers and
trousers. She put some looser-fitting jeans on over my pants.

The weather on this walk was still wet, and we all had waterproof coats
and over-trousers on. We set off down a wooded valley, with me and Helen
still chatting, but we were both finding that our stomachs were hurting
more, and then within twenty minutes of us setting off I suddenly felt a
strong urge to poo, which quickly became desperate. I said to Helen “I
think I’ve got the runs, what should I do?”, but as I said this I
realised she’d started to cry, and she leaned forward holding her bum;
doing a very long, wet fart as she dirtied her (my!) underwear. This was
the final straw for me, and I involuntarily let go, feeling sloppy,
lumpy, wet poo filling my pants and bubbling up towards the waistband at
the back. I was feeling a bit shocked, but not crying, and I think Helen
found it easier to deal with what had happened for seeing that I wasn’t
too upset by either my own accident or hers. It was fairly obvious at
this point that something we’d eaten the day before hadn’t agreed with us
(I think it was the mushy peas that came with our fish). Helen said “Eww,
I feel so gross – at least your pants kept it out of my trousers though,
it would’ve gone right down my legs if I was wearing knickers”. She said
her stomach felt mostly better now, but mine was still sore, and I was
worried there was more poo on its way. We debated whether to tell our
parents what had happened – in the end we decided to tell our mums, as
the walk was going to be for several hours and I still didn’t feel very
well. This was deeply embarrassing, but luckily they agreed that we could
go back to the cars with them, leaving our dads and siblings to continue,
and they would take us home to clean up and then rest.

Unfortunately, I was right about not being done pooing yet, and I had
another accident in the car, this time with very runny poo, and this was
one where I had an uncontrollable urge to push half-way through it coming
out, which made the mess even bigger. Helen also let some more diarrhoea
out whilst sat in the car, although I didn’t know until she told me after
we got back as there was no farting this time. My own accident was bad
enough that it came out of the legs of my pants and went down my
trousers, so I left a poo trail on the stone floor leading to the
downstairs toilet – Helen was luckier and her accident stayed contained,
although she then had the further embarrassment of explaining to her mum
why she was wearing a pair of my pants, and then having to own up to
having done a small wet poo in her knickers that morning as well, and
retrieving her soiled panties from where she’d hidden them in her room.
She got mildly told off for not telling her mum that she was poorly after
breakfast. We both had to run to the toilet a few more times that day
before everyone else got back later in the afternoon, but neither of us
pooed ourselves again that day, and we spent the time chatting and
playing board games.

The other walking holidays weren’t as dramatic as that first one, but
I’ll try and write about some of the highlights another time. That week’s
shared experiences did mean that we became firm friends though, and very
able to talk about pooing and weeing even if we only saw each other a
couple of times a year, which continued until we reached the age where
hormones started to kick in and we once again became far too embarrassed
to have those kinds of conversations. To ‘Helen’ – if you’re reading – I
hope this was how you remember that week too.

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Princess Toadstool Peach

A Big Thick Smell I been Pooing up for Quite Sometime now!!!

Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I just on my way
to the bathroom after having my breakfast of boiled eggs, maple syrup
bacon, multigrain toast, brown sausages, hash browns and a cup of coffee.
I really get excited when I go for my morning bathroom break and helps me
get my dump waste out of my behind oh yeah and drain my bladder too. I
also got the two things that I need a newspaper to read and a spare roll
of toilet paper to clean up after I am done. I enter the bathroom, walk
over to the toilet, put the toilet paper on it’s holder, I lift up the
toilet lid, then I lift up my dress, pull down my royal pink panties to
my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on the
white porcelain toilet adjusting myself and then squatting reading the
newspaper as I wait to go wee or poo. I start to go wee 1st as my dapper
vagina bladder starts emptying and draining out flowing like the oceans
of FIji or something like that. “TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssshhhhh
dripdripdrop!!” Then as soon as I finish it is time to go poo. I put my
footstool down and started to squat as I feel my 5 inch thick lumpy brown
solid waste dump push and slowly ooze out of my bottom poo hole. Pee-eww
it smells terrible. But I am ready for this. I then push, I break wind
“TOOOOT PAAARRRPP!!” and then finally I pooed a lot! “PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK
PLOP PLOOP PLOP PLOOP SPLASH!!!” I could just about see the poo come out
of my anus. Yuck it smells really bad leaving some skidmarks on the
toilet. Maybe next time I do a poo I put toilet paper tissue in the
toilet so it doesn’t splash me. But nevertheless it’s time to wipe. I
wiped my vagina bladder and then my bottom nice and clean. Once I am done
I get up, pull up my panties, lift down my dress and then I flush.
“FLUSSSSSSssshhhh!!” Woo even though it’s gone I can still smell it from
here. And I need some fresh air and maybe some help getting rid of those
icky skidmarks I just made inside the bowl. Yikes!! Bye bye now.

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STEPHEN.Pl)

YESTERDAY got out of bed had a wee put on dressing gown went down to
kitchen had a wash brushed my teeth put on kettle and made tea had my
usual LAXADO drank tea checked emails.
It was raining excessively hard so made more tea put on floor by fridge
tore four sheets of kitchen roll from holder put bed pan on floor took
off my underpants pulled up my dressing gown and sat down.
I sipped the tea then had a wee followed by a bowel movement I finished
the tea the wiped dressed and left the bed pan in the garage until the
rain stopped in the evening the emptied in the bonfire
This morning I woke and used the THETFORD 245 POOPING POTTIE in the
bedroom as I needed to poop before going downstairs.

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Mina

Mina is bad typist

Sorry everyone, Mina is bad bad typist. In last post, it say “both Mina
and boss” and it should say “both Mari and boss”.

Love from bad Mina

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Jenny
Beth- I am a standing wiper and I get what you mean about wiping sitting
down being more sanitary.

Question for anybody- Do you wipe sitting or standing? how often a week
do you get skidmarks?

Princess Toadstool Peach-I thought your “A -Z” was cute …especially D
and U and W 🙂

Catherine- How many bathrooms do you have in your house. Post breakfast
sounds like such an adventure. Those post coffee poops feel amazing
though! Mine are soft and solid and messy. I usually get them at work and
have to (attempt) to clean myself with sandpaper, but today I get to have
mine at home ! Love you too SPAS from the SIS !

MD Dan- What does the MD stand for? Are you a physician of from Marylan
or…?

As a young woman afraid of pooping in public and having my dirty
underwear seen, I remember the skid marks I got wearing tennis, and being
terrified of my panties being seen in the locker room. Now seeing
professional tennis players who work out way harder than me and get more
sweaty intrigues me! Over time in high school and college, I noticed
athletes were less shy of their bodily functions and pooped very easily
and Un shameful. Especially seeing the white outfits and likely white
underwear. I remember thinking there is no way Anna Kournakova would poop
and wipe…haha..now I am imagining her with her skirt flipped up, I
wonder if she pulls her bloomers down to her knees or ankles. I also
remember seeing that Iga clip where she took a break and “felt light” and
played amazing. One of my best matches in high schools where I managed to
get the courage to poop in the middle of my match and I destroyed the
next two sets. I destroyed my white underwear though that rode up my bum
though…hahaha..sorry if TMI…

I just had a nice poop at home on my day off. I even wiped with a wet
wipe which I needed as it was a soft big poop and I’m wearing some parade
boy shorts, which don’t ride up as much as other brands, but let’s face
it, with my butt size and shape, everything becomes a thong…Anyway let
see if these light blues become..

-skidmarked in seattle

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Liam
Jessica W potty is .when we have to go We usually just pee but sometimes
we poop too. My mom lets me and my little sister potty anywhere we need
if there isn’t a bathroom s because we both need to go really bad all the
time. One place we often go is the corner of our living room we can still
see the TV from there. Mom always took us there when we needed to go
during movie night when we were little. If we pooped she cleaned it up
after the movie. Now we just go there by ourselves. Another time we were
at a street festival and we both needed to poop. My mom took us in an
alley. We both made soft poop. mom wiped us with big green leaves.Then,
she peed too. See you next time! Maybe…

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Norm

Responses & 2 stories

Hey Jenny, well said! Yeah pooping is a real leveller for everybody.
Funny what you said about the models – a friend of mine used to say
something like that! Also – I know this was unpleasant for you but nice
story about you and the other woman pooping in the restaurant and running
out of toilet paper. Great solidarity from yourself to the lady in the
other stall!

Hi Jessica W. Yes Jessee needs must when you gotta go in public but I
guess the home toilet is always most comfortable for pooing!

There were various posts (I think Tricky, MD Dan and others) some time
back about female coworkers pooping. I don’t have too many stories but
here’s two.

A few years ago, I got to know a girl from the office at the bus stop as
we usually did the same shift and got the same bus after work. We often
sat together on the bus and had coffee from time to time in the office.

One day I was having a late lunch at one of the coffee areas and she was
passing and stopped for a chat. I said did she want to join me and she
said she had lunch but would sit with me anyway and she then said “I just
have to …”, stopped there and pointed at the ladies toilet with a
slightly sheepish smile. It made me smile and I said see you in a while
but I only realised afterwards she was actually discretely telling me she
needed to take a dump. She was gone nearly ten minutes so she definitely
had a poo and sat down with me for a chat after. Nice, cool lady, nice
looking as well, always enjoyed chatting with her.

A few years earlier in a different job, we were on a Christmas night out
and ended up at a house party. I needed a wee but there was someone in
the toilet upstairs. I didn’t want to lose my place in case a queue
started so I waited outside and one of the girls from the office came
out. I’d had a few drinks and jokingly asked her if she had done a poo.
She said “Yes I did but that’s our secret, ok” with a nice relaxed smile.
She was really cool, always a chilled vibe about her and good fun.

If I think of any more will share. Have a good day folks, hope all your
evacuations go well!

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Thunder

Chakamami. Urge to Defecate Hidden

That happened with me last Thursday I had a poo twice before leaving home
in the morning . Both poos were without too much effort and of reasonable
quantity. In the afternoon at work I was with staff and then had the
urgent need for the toilet but had to hold it until we got the matter
sorted out . It only took a couple of minutes and I raced to the toilet
and only just made it . I took my pants of and sat and it all came out in
great volumes. All the pop left my bum in seconds and really filled the
toilet and it stank! Felt so relieved. In fact the feeling was heavenly!
I felt so light and almost wonderful. I cannot understand how pooed so
much as I had been regular for the last few days . Yesterday my partner
was knocking desperately on the front door to get in I opened and she
bolted to the toilet and reported a big , urgent and stinky movement. She
wondered if she was coming down with diarrhoea but this did not
eventuate. I think of my therapist who really seems to struggle on the
toilet and produce stools that are so hard they are like rocks. I think
she needs a bowel movement like what I experienced. Thunder

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Sarah

Soft smelly pile

Hey Victoria and Robyn!

I love your idea of this place being like a big connected sewer system!
It’s amazing that we’ve all found our way here, and that even our stinky
turds can still be something to connect over. Both of you have such a
good attitude about pooping. It’s great how open you are about it!

I made my own “contribution” to the community today. I’ve been drinking a
lot more water lately, and also eating more. So when my body finally was
ready to dispose of it, I knew it was going to be a soft one. I hadn’t
gone in a few days because I didn’t feel like I had to. But suddenly the
urge to go hit me, and I had to really hold on as I hurried to the
bathroom. As soon as I sat down, I let go, and a long soft poop quickly
oozed out of my butt and into the bowl. It felt so gross, feeling it all
squish out of me, but it still felt good. It left a big mess on the way
out, I had to wipe almost 10 times! But finally I was all clean, and I
stood up to look at what I just dumped. It looked just like the turd
emoji, a perfect pile sitting in the water. pulled up my panties before
hitting the flush. Usually I end up clogging the toilet, so these softer
ones are my favorite because I get to watch the toilet gulp them down.
This one was no exception, and it slithered down the drain and off to the
sewers. I was hoping it would somehow unravel the pile, but instead it
just squashed it into itself as it got sucked into the drain. Oh well! At
least it was gone, because it smelled so bad. The rest of the toilet
paper joined it on its final journey, and I washed my hands before
getting back to work.

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Trina

More from me

Hi guys, especially (what is left of?) the SPAS!

Hadn’t had much exciting happen in my life lately, until last night.

I started dating a new guy a few weeks ago, only been out a few times
now, but things are going really well so far. I’ll call him Derek. Now
that we’ve been together for a bit and I’m getting to be more comfortable
around him maybe I haven’t been as careful as when we first started
dating. He picked me up Friday night to go out to dinner and we had a
great time. Restaurant was good, conversation was good, wine was good. We
walked around some shops there in the area after until it was getting
later then started heading back to drop me off at my house.

While driving along we were talking and joking and he was making me
laugh, and after all the water and wine I had to pee and hadn’t gone
while we were out before getting back in the car. Pretty soon all the
laughing was becoming dangerous. I tried to hide it and ignore it but
every laugh made it worse until I knew I was close to leaking. I said,
“If you keep making me laugh I’m gonna wet my pants!” He just smiled and
kept going. I said, after more laughter, “I’m serious. You should know
this about me. When I laugh too hard I sometimes pee myself!” He just
laughed and said he wasn’t sure he believed me. I told him if he kept it
up he might just find out.

We were almost to my neighborhood and listing to music and singing along
and he started making up silly words to the music, which made us laugh
more, and eventually I felt a small spurt of pee escape and said, “I’m
gonna pee! I swear I’m gonna pee!” And he just laughed with me and kept
singing and I kept laughing and shortly after a big spurt escaped and I
squealed and grabbed my crotch and squeezed my thighs together. He joked,
“Don’t pee all over my car, please!” in a light hearted way. I laughed
and said, “What about just the seat!?” He said, “I’d prefer not that,
either!” I laughed and said it may be too late.

We pulled into my driveway and I quickly unbuckled and jumped out of the
car, doing the pee dance as I dug into my purse for my keys. Derek
followed me to the front door and I finally got it unlocked, barely
holding on. I rushed inside and left him to close the door. I made it
around the corner to the bathroom and lost another big spurt as I saw the
toilet and could feel a trickle down my left thigh. I quickly closed the
door, ripped down my jeans and panties and took a very relieving pee in
the toilet. Inspecting the damage my panties were quite damp and there
was a wet spot about the size of a small dessert plate on the crotch of
my jeans. I had nothing to change into and my bedroom was not connected,
so I had to pull them back up just wear them back out. Looking in the
mirror I could kind of see the wet spot at the top of my thighs and a
little more from the back.

I went back out to the kitchen and just

STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN

Yesterday at 3pm i left house to go to the chemist to buy another box of
LAXIDO .came out my house turned left then tuned left again after 300
metres needed to poop so carried on another 100 metres and entered the
field pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants then squatt I pooped
farted like a christmas balloon deflating then had a wee reached into my
pocket and used three sheets of toilet paper to wipe,
I carried on with my journey another mile the returned home last night I
spent in the camper van using the pottie for a wee . woken by the alarm
at 06:30 laid in bed for a few minutes then sat on the pottie had a wee
and a
NUMBER TOO it felt really good .I will go to the G Y M later I anticipate
my next bowel movement will be this evening as today is Sunday and I
always poop Sunday evening

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smiled and shrugged at Derek and looked down at my crotch. “I told you it
might happen!” He laughed and turned red and said, “I’m so sorry, I
thought you were joking!” I smiled and said it was ok, I’m kind of used
to it after all these years and that I was going to go change real quick.

I wiped down, put on clean panties and comfier pants and went back out. I
offered Derek a drink and we talked some more and he apologized again and
I told him not to worry about it. I thanked him for being nice about it,
and kissed him, and he kissed me back, and… we took our relationship to
a new level… a few times (!)… before he left the next morning!

So I don’t guess it bothered him too much lol

Also, I realized looking back at my old posts that I’ve made it an entire
year without a poop accident! (Yay? Boo? lol)

Anyway, got to go, just wanted to share that update.

Trina

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STEPHEN.P

KEEPING REGULAR

Last night I slept in the campervan had a wee twice during night and woke
an hour ago had a wee then sat on the pottie to have a NUMBER TOO I could
not poop so went into house took the usual two satchets of LAXIDO and
made my usual mugs of tea , I then needed to poop so put the mugs of tea
on the floor put the JONES RELAX bedpan on the floor complete with
newspaper liner.
I took off my jogging bottoms and pants ,tore four sheets of shades
kitchen roll from the holder then sat on the bed pan.One minute later had
a wee then a BM I began to sip the tea ,when finished sipped the second
cup when finished I pushed my bowels then passed a large load ,I still
needed to go some more so two minutes later I pushed and pooped again.
I wiped then dressed took the bedpan to bonfire and emptied.The bowel
movement I have just had was slightly different as it took longer as I am
now taking another evening course of PROBIOTIC

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Constipated Friend Pooping in the Woods

Once when I was around 15 my friend and I went camping one summer in the
woods behind his house. His parents owned several acres, so we were
always going out there and hiking around. One day when we were fairly far
from his house he said he wasn’t feeling well because he hadn’t shit in
like 4 days. We started on our way back, but then we saw a wild hog up
ahead. They can be very dangerous, so we slowed down and walked very far
off our usual path to not disturb it.
After an extra twenty minutes added to our hike, my friend declared that
he had to shit, and he wasn’t gonna hold it because he’d been so bound up
for the past 4 days, but he was still worried about the hog, so he asked
me to watch his back while he went. I got a big stick and stood guard
while he quickly yanked his pants down and squatted. I heard him grunting
and pushing, and I snuck a glance at him when I was fairly certain the
hog wasn’t around.
He had his back to me and I could see his anus opening wide around a dark
turd. At first all that came out was a few pebbles of hard poop. He kept
pushing and finally a wide, dark log slowly inched out and then seemed to
get stuck sticking straight out while he stopped pushing for a minute to
gather more strength. Then he strained again and it slowly came out more,
then broke off onto the ground, and it was so hard it actually made a
sound when it hit the dirt.
He strained again and the other half of the turd slipped out much easier.
It was a short piece, but right behind it was more as his anus winked
shut for a moment, then quickly opened again, and this time a lighter,
softer piece snaked out and curled over the harder turds already on the
ground. At that point he said he was done and quickly wiped himself with
the toilet paper we had from camping, then we got back to our hike home.
But five minutes later he suddenly stopped and said he had to go again.
We weren’t back on the path yet, so he just yanked his pants down behind
the closest bush (and he clearly had to go very badly). This time he
pushed out a soft lump, followed by a cascade of soft, sloppy shit. He
groaned with relief as it rushed out of him and formed a cow patty of
brownish-yellow mush between his heels. He paused for a moment and
shuffled forward a few steps before releasing another stream of runny
poop. It looked like pure liquid coming out of him, but once it hit the
ground it formed a sort of thick mushy pile. He stayed crouched down for
several minutes, and every so often another squirt of this formless
slurry would come out. Finally he said he was done, but he had to use a
lot of toilet paper, because the shit had smeared all over his ass crack
coming out.
When we eventually got back to his house, he spent a lot more time on the
toilet having diarrhea before he took a shower.

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Laura

To John h

Yeah wish I had taken it a bit slower now as my bum is still hurting I
haven’t had any big poos since until this morning and what a struggle it
was to go all week has been quite soft so easier to pass but earlier it
was another log which I had to keep letting go back up my bum as it hurt
so bad I put some soap up there to try make it slide out easier but I had
to keep stopping and trying to get bits to break off as the pain was to
much

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John H

Comments

Hi everyone. Lots of great posts recently. I just had my second poo of
the day at home. The first one was in work and was very big and thick
coming out.
@Sarah G. Hi and welcome.
@Annie. Hope all is good. I was wondering where/how you dispose of your
pads once you change?
@Travis. Welcome. Your interests sound like mine. I enjoy pooping and
enjoy hearing the sounds of a lady on the toilet. Cool you were able to
tell your wife about your interest and sorry it’s not her thing.
I am looking forward to reading more about your wife and other ladies you
have heard.
@Laura. I get those big poos too sometimes after not going for a day or
2. Best to just stay relaxed and not push those thick logs out.

That’s all for now. Take care all.
John H.

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Annie

Had a surprisingly soft poop

Got up this morning with a very bloated stomach, grabbed the Walmart bag
off the floor (I keep it on the carpeted floor between my desk and bed),
got up, put on my flip flops, put on my glasses, grabbed my toothbrush
and toothpaste and water jar and went to the washroom. Went pee, washed
my hands, brushed my teeth, went upstairs and ate breakfast (a hot soup
with some kind of twig-like thing, light coloured white balls in a mild
though a bit spicy soup). Ate slowly and finished just as my 9 AM alarm
went off. I took my medications, grabbed my Walmart bag (that my
caregiver put behind me on the chair), grabbed my water jar, said bye to
my caregiver’s son and went downstairs (my caregiver was in her room and
her son was on the couch with a broken leg).

Finally about 10 minutes ago I got the urge to poop. I grabbed the
Walmart bag, went to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the
door, went outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the
light, closed the door, walked to the washroom, turned on the light,
closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and
black underwear down (on period still) and sat on the toilet. Peed first
then pushed out a somewhat big though surprisingly soft poop. I was done
very quickly. Reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet paper,
took some, put the roll back into the Walmart bag, put the bag down and
got to work wiping. Wiped my vagina first then stood up and wiped my
messy butt really well until there were no marks on the toilet paper.
Tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up
and turned to look in the toilet. There was a big soft poop-a log-in the
toilet. It was surrounded by toilet paper. I’m not sure how long it was
but it looked soft, not hard. Pulled my pants and underwear up, flushed
the toilet. It went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Pushed back my
sleeves, turned on the tap, took some liquid soap, washed my hands well,
turned off the tap, picked up the Walmart bag, walked to the door, opened
it, turned off the light, walked to my room across from the washroom,
took the flip flops off, went into my room, put those flip flops on,
dried my hands on the towels in here and now writing this and listening
to music. I hope everyone had a good weekend, is having a good Monday so
far and is staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy pooping and peeing!

Annie

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Annie

Big poop 2 hours after breakfast

Got up this morning about 8:15 ish, grabbed my Walmart bag, put the
toilet paper into it, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste off the desk,
grabbed a pad (ugh), took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door,
went outside my room, put the flip flops on out there, went pee, changed
my pad, brushed my teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. My caregiver
was making a homemade pancake (one big one) and when she finished she put
ketchup all over it. She gave me a fork and spoon and told me to cut the
pancake with the spoon. I learned how and picked up the pancake with the
spoon since that was easier. Took a while to eat then after breakfast I
took my 9 AM medications. Afterwards took my water jar and Walmart bag
and went downstairs (my caregiver was in her room otherwise I would have
thanked her again).

Searched the internet on my phone when I got the urge to poop a few
minutes ago. Grabbed my Walmart bag, the toilet paper off the desk and
walked to the door, taking my bedroom flip flops off. Opened the door,
went outside my room, put the flip flops on out there, turned off the
light, closed the door and walked to the washroom across from my room.
Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my
pants and underwear down, sat on the toilet and let go. Peed first for
about 30 seconds then pushed a somewhat solid big poop that seemed to
keep coming. Finally the last of it dropped into the toilet. Whew!
There’s still more in my body but nothing else wants out right now.
Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, grabbed the toilet
paper, took some, put the roll into the Walmart bag and wiped my vagina
first. Then I got to work wiping my butt really well. I wiped until the
toilet paper came back clean. Yuck. Stood up, put the toilet paper into
the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear up and turned to look in the
toilet.

One big solid poop was in the toilet, kind of dark brown and somewhat
thick. It was long and surrounded by toilet paper. Flushed the toilet and
it went down fine. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Went to the sink,
washed my hands well, turned off the tap, grabbed the Walmart bag, opened
the washroom door, turned off the light, walked to my room, took the flip
flops off outside my room, turned on the light, opened the door, walked
into my room, put the flip flops on in here, dried my hands on the towel
in here, came to the bed and am listening to music and writing this.

I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good
weekend.

Happy pooping!

Annie

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Sarah G
Hey guys,

My name is Sarah and I just found this site, I am a 15 year old girl who
lives in Wisconsin.

I’ve been having some stomach issues for about a week now, it started as
constipation for a few days, but then the last two I’ve been having
diarrhea.

Yesterday, I had to use the bathroom when I woke up, but my mom was in
there, so I held it while I had breakfast, and went about 25 minutes
later, it was fairly urgent and a bit gassy, I had quite a few softer
pieces and my stomach felt better. I wiped and went to get ready for
school, but my stomach still felt a bit unsettled. About 15 minutes later
I got a bad cramp and had to run back to the bathroom, where I had much
softer diarrhea for about 5 minutes with some gas.

This morning, I went pee first thing after waking up, then my dad made
some eggs, and after eating those I had to go back to the bathroom to
poop. This one was a lot more solid, and I had some nice plops. I wiped
and went to get ready, but again, I got some cramps and had to rush back
to the bathroom, where I had more gassy loose diarrhea along with bad
cramps.

I guess we’ll see what tomorrow brings.

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Soph

Late night hold

Hi all,

Hope everyone is well. This is my first post but I’m a long-time lurker.
I’m writing this on my living room sofa pretty late at night (just gone
midnight), and I’m absolutey busting for a wee. But I’m too comfy to get
up, and I don’t want to wake anyone. Hopefully I can just hang on… but
not for much longer, I think!

Happy holdinggggg

– Soph

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Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)

Hide feeling to want to defecate

Dear Anna,

You ask about, can we hide feeling that we want to defecate?

I (Mina) wrote post connect to this long time ago, but I think I didn’t
write about feeling. I was trouble because visitor to office talked and
talked and talked and talked business while Mina’s bottom saying to Mina,
“I am full very much, go to loo quickly and explode as possible.”

After visitor finish, Mina show eyes to boss, and to colleague Mari. Mari
said she didn’t notice that Mina’s bottom angry, though she felt Mina was
stress just little bit. But after Mina express with eyes, both Mina and
boss understood what was problem, and boss allowed that Mina go to loo
and stay there long time.

So Mina seems that she can hide her need to defecate. People can see
stress but they don’t know the reason of stress, perhaps. (Mina didn’t do
any fart. Just clench butt cheeks. Mina learn that word this site…)

Like Mina wrote before, she went to loo after visitor gone, sat down
quickly (panties were clean) and her bottom burst at once and many times
with big noise. Lucky thing was, no other woman in ladies room that time.
Mari came in later, while Mina’s bottom bursting loudly, and she said OK
to stay more, not busy in office. But Mina wrote this in before post.

Kazu says, she also can hide her feeling. She fart if she is with us, but
with other people, she can hide, no fart.

Hisae says, she is not sure, But she has poker face, so perhaps she can
hide.

Maho’s bottom usually don’t send urgent signal. She has to push very
strongly before her mierda come out.

We hope this is good answer.

And we hope everyone is very fine. Very bad weather in Japan now. Place
of big earthquake, in centre of Japan, water everywhere because rivers
burst. TV don’t say, but we think when people there want to go loo, they
have terrible problem. We are worry about them. They wee and defecate
into plastic bag maybe. Some people have that type of portable loo.

Love to everyone.

Chakamami

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Annie

Big poop 2 hours after breakfast

I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good
weekend.

Happy pooping!

Annie

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Emma two

Relief when I got home

I was busting for a poo when I got home from work yesterday we’d run out
of toilet rolls so I had to walk down the local shops to get some more. I
bought a four pack of Andrex and some other stuff we needed and paid. As
I was walking home I felt a cramp in my stomach and I really had to go. I
thought I was going to poo myself and I clenched tightly and just about
managed to control my bowels until I got home. I rushed into the bathroom
trying my best not have an accident in my knickers and pulled my jeans
down and then my knickers. I sat on the toilet and relaxed my bottom
until I felt my poo coming out and what a relief it was. Not as good as
the other day when I had another kind of relief but it was still good. I
finished my poo and wiped my bottom and flushed the toilet and watched it
go down. After washing my hands I left the bathroom and started making
dinner for me if Sarah and watched some TV while it cooked.

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Darryl

the answer is water

I’m straight male here are my answers first I do enjoy peeing and pooping
second no I haven’t third it depends on what I eat fourth I don’t have
anybody to share with fifth is I use to read the news paper but not
anymore sixth if I’m not able to sit and pee then yes then there will be
clear evidence on my pants seventh my favorite word for is tinkle with I
use flush wipes I’m not ashamed to say yes I do leave skidmarks tenth yes
I do poos outside and I enjoy peeing outside I think both have happened I
hopefully this answers your questions.

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Princess Toadstool Peach

Morning Bathroom Break for Me doing a Big Pooh Poo + Big Wee

ZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzz! (Yawn!!) Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach
and today I just woken up from a long deep sleep and now before
breakfast, I remove my nightcap, I make my bed, make myself a cup of
coffee and then I head over to the royal bathroom for my morning bathroom
break routine. I brush my teeth, comb my hair, shave my vagina pubes then
I head over to the toilet to release my morning waste dump and maybe a
wee too. I lift up my dress, pull down my panties to my ankles, give my
bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on the toilet adjusting myself
and squatting ready to release a big thick poo from my bottom poo hole
reading the newspaper as I sit and wait patiently. My bladder tingles
then it releases and flows out nicely “TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssshhhhh
dripdripdrop!!” I then push and squeeze my poos out using my footstool
until I can feel them oozing out nice and slowly until “TOOOOT!!!
PLUNKPLUNKPLUNK PLOP PLOOP SPLASH!!!” Woo boy I don’t remember what was
the last thing I had for dinner or desert last night to make that massive
brownload. But easy come, easy go I guess. I think it’s time to wipe
since I finished now making such a awful smell in there. I wipe my bottom
front and back same with my vagina. Then I get up, pull up my panties,
lift down my dress and then I flush. “FLUSSSSSSssshhhh!!” Thank goodness
that is gone. I better go wash my hands now. I’lll talk to you guys
soonish. Until then see you later. Bye bye now!

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Travis

A new introduction

Hello everyone. I’m someone who has read through this site off and on for
over 15 years. There have been many good stories posted over the years,
and I often find myself going back and trying to read through some of the
older ones. Amylee used to be a repeat poster, and her stories of her
office bathroom are still some of my all time favorite, but I’ve also
enjoyed stories from Catherine, MD Dan, Jenny, Victoria, Laura (teacher),
End Stall Em, Braidy and many others I can’t immediately recall over the
years. I also have a few individual stories bookmarked, including from
Ally on page 2246, Jessica L on page 1724, Robert on page 1769, Scott on
1792, among others.

I’ve never really felt like I had much to post about, and it’s been years
since I did. I don’t remember what name I used (I have always used a name
other than my own). I just never felt like I had interesting stories to
contribute, and life has kept me busy, especially more recently. But
lately I’ve found myself thinking about this site more and wanting to
open up about myself and see if there’s any interest in more from fellow
readers and posters here.

For context, I’m a happily married mid-30s male living in a decent size
city. I’m 6 ft 1 and am about 220 lbs (though I wish I were closer to
200). Typical “dad” phase of life. For reasons I’ve never fully
understood, I’ve always had a fascination and interest in using the
bathroom, especially with women pooping. I confessed this interest to my
wife early in our relationship, but she just can’t get into it. She
rarely will tell me anything about her experiences, though I’ve noticed
she’s slowly been more willing to share a detail here or there. I may
post more about that at a later time.

I think one of the reasons I’ve been drawn back to this site is due to
some changes in my own circumstances. I used to work in a smaller city,
and our small office compromised of only 3-4 of us in the building at a
time, along with an intern or two that changes seasonally. Our bathroom
was single occupancy in the back of the office, and I did my best to
avoid using it unless absolutely necessary because I was always concerned
about others hearing me in there or smelling it afterward. I got over
that with time, especially when I noticed that other colleagues and even
interns seemed to have less reservation about it all, especially some of
the women. I have to admit, I often found myself finding a reason to hang
around the back of the office, looking for supplies or using the nearby
scanner, just to try to listen to whatever the women were producing in
there, or using the restroom myself to see if there was a lingering smell
or skid marks in the toilet after they were finished (we had air
freshener, so sometimes the smell was harder to pick up on). There are
definitely some memories that continue to last with me, even years later.
Maybe I’ll share some of those later.

More recently, I’ve moved to a larger city and now work in a corporate
office building with a more traditional public restroom, with two urinals
and two stalls. The women’s room entrance is all the way around the other
end of the hall, wrapping in a way so that the women’s room clearly
shares a wall with the men’s room. I hoped that I might be able to hear
some action through a shared vent, but I only seem to hear the toilet
flushing from time to time. That said, I’ve found myself going ahead and
pooping at work more during the day rather than trying to wait until I
get home. Somehow the idea of doing something so private in a room where
you are only separated by a small barrier where others can still hear or
even smell everything is kind of exhilarating. I’m still getting used to
it.

As a matter of fact, I’ve actually been typing this up on my phone while
sitting on the toilet over several trips, since it was too much to type
in one sitting. My final trip today was honestly the most satisfying and
relieving, a perfect way to cap off this post. I sat down and just
relaxed, focusing instead on typing this and letting my body do the rest.
I had been slightly constipated, with several days having passed since I
last pooped. This is very unusual for me. As I relaxed, I immediately
released a very soft, quick burst of gas that was barely audible. Within
seconds, I felt things moving. I heard a soft plop, with another maybe
three or four seconds later, followed by a third after another three of
four seconds. Then I felt a large log slide out without any effort,
taking between 5 and 8 seconds. As it finished, it sort of shot out with
an immediate burst of gas, this time louder and with a PFFFT sound,
telling me more was coming. After a few more seconds, I felt another log
exit and heard one more plop, this time softer. I felt finished but
waited a minute or two to be sure, giving a couple of light pushes to
make sure nothing was hanging around in the back.

When I was sure I was done, I looked and saw three golf ball sized logs,
one large one that must have been a foot long, with one end headed down
into the bottom of the toilet and the rest coming up to the top with a
slight coil to it, along with one more small 3 inch log. It was all well
formed but not hard by any means, and the smell was noticeable but not
overpowering. I let it sit for a moment but then flushed, cleaned myself
up with a few wipes and flushed again. I had the restroom to myself the
whole time, but someone came in as I dried my hands and I watched as he
headed into the stall I just exited. I smirked as I left, knowing he’d
find a warm seat and a lingering smell. While I’ve never done this
before, I almost wish I had taken a picture to admire it later, as it was
one of the most satisfying poops I had in a long time.

This all turned up longer than I expected – hopefully there’s some
enjoyment in it all for readers. I may post again if there’s feedback
indicating people enjoyed it – I can try to post about my own
experiences, or about some memories that stick out involving my wife or
my colleagues over the years.

That’s all for now!

Travis

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Sarah
Hey guys, I’m back again, it’s been about 2-3 days since my last post.
Yesterday’s dumps were normal, but this morning I woke up with cramps and
had to go to th toilet. I pulled my shorts and panties down and sat down
and immediately peed for about 10 seconds, then it was time for the real
reason I was in there. I sat for a total of about 9 minutes and dropped
what was, for me, a fairly large and solid dump with lots of plops.

I wiped and left the bathroom, and came into the kitchen for a few
minutes for food, but my stomach started to hurt again and I had to go
back to the toilet and sit down again, where I had some mushy diarrhea
for about 10 more minutes. I have felt better since though!

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Becky

Answer to Anna from Austria’s question, then my own question

“How good are you with hidding the fact that you are desperate to poop?”

I think I seem uncomfortable, and definitely get grouchier but quieter. I
fart more if I’m in a situation where I can. No one has outright asked if
I had to go, but part of me wonders if they noticed! I just don’t know
and am curious now. I rarely end up in situations where I’m desperate to
poop outside of home. I generally go in the morning after my coffee, and
sometimes I do rapidly get desperate after drinking it. Since I have to
share a bathroom, this can be awful at times!

My own question: What is the bare minimum amount of water I can drink?

I am SO SICK of having to pee all the time! I generally have to go at
least every 2 hours, sometimes every hour, if I’m well-hydrated. So this
means if I’m at work, I’m not drinking enough water. Lately, my mouth is
always just DRY and it’s miserable. But I still have to pee a lot. I stop
drinking any liquids at all at least 2 hours, usually 3, before going to
sleep. I STILL usually have to get up about 5 or 6 hours after falling
asleep. I used to be able to hold it and go back to sleep, but lately,
it’s just urgent. I would love to be able to sleep through the night. Is
this a thing of the past when you hit 34?

I’ve also had this SUPER annoying problem my whole life- sometimes my
bladder just keeps me up all night. I get up and have to go every 45
minutes to an hour, and it just seems like there’s an infinity amount of
urine in my body. I don’t feel “empty” and sit on the toilet for awhile,
peeing like once a minute. I truly don’t understand why this happens, and
no, this isn’t the result of drinking an unusual amount of liquid. Normal
liquid consumption. What the hell?! I’m not diabetic as far as I know.

I just think I pee a lot more than I drink. With the way the human
bladder works, technically, even if you drink a gallon of water a day
(which I don’t), you should only have to pee 8 times. For me, it’s like
10-12 times. I drink 1.5 cups of coffee in the morning and also soy milk.
Occasionally drink beer (and yes, my bladder goes into overdrive then).
90% of my liquid intake is water. I should not have to pee as much as I
do.

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Laura

Big poo = sore bum

I haven’t had a decent poo in a couple of days but tonight I had a urge
to go I was going to have a bath anyway and get my pjs on for the evening
but first I went and sat on the toilet I farted a couple of times and a
few hard lumps plopped in the toilet I then felt a bigger log start to
stretch my anus open it took a bit of effort and was a mixture of pain
and pleasure as it slowly crept out all of a sudden it shot out with a
massive kerplunk in the toilet it was really loud I started to drop a
load of loose poo rapidly plopping in the pan plop plop plop fatted again
and carried on dropping in the pan for couple minutes I finished up
wiping my bum and looking in the toilet in the murky brown water at my
big load and I had made a mess of the back of pan with the loose poo
splattered a bit after I dropped my log I flushed the toilet leaving a
bit of a smell but nothing to bad but I do have a very sore bum hole
which is still hurting now a couple of hours after my poo which I don’t
usually get

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Annie

Surprisingly soft medium to big poop

Stomach has been incredibly bloated and uncomfortable for the last couple
of days. I don’t remember if I have gone poop (remember I had brain
surgery in 2013 so that caused some memory loss. As a result I have to
write down the date, time and what I do at that time). Got up this
morning, went pee, changed my pad (ick), washed my hands, brushed my
teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had eggs with chili peppers and a
wrap (my caregiver stood next to me telling me how much to put into each
wrap). When she left to go to her room I ate it the way I wanted to. For
lunch I had a chili pepper rice soup and after lunch I grabbed a tea bag
from the cupboard (she says I can only have tea at lunch since I don’t
need to take my medications then), refilled my water jar and jug, grabbed
my Walmart bag and went downstairs. Whew I was so full!

Finally a few minutes ago I felt the urge to poop. Grabbed the toilet
paper off the desk (I asked my caregiver for one at breakfast), took my
bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, stepped outside my room, put on
the flip flops outside my room, turned off the light, closed the door and
walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed the door, walked to
the toilet, pulled my black sweatpants and black underwear (on period)
down and sat on the toilet. Peed first quite a bit then pushed out a
medium to big poop that was surprisingly soft. When I was done it fell
into the toilet. Whew. Relief! Didn’t feel 100% empty but I didn’t feel
the urge to poop anymore so I took the toilet paper and took some off the
roll. Put it back on the glass shelf/holder and started wiping. I wiped
my vagina first then leaned forward, pushed my sleeves back, and started
wiping my butt. It was very messy and the poop was thick though soft. I
stood up, tossed the toilet paper into the toilet, grabbed a bit more
toilet paper, wiped some more and tossed it into the toilet. My butt was
clean and I was mostly empty. Turned and looked in the toilet. Wow! It
took up a lot of the toilet, was thick and dark and looked like a mixture
of soft and solid. I don’t know how many feet or inches it was. Flushed
the toilet and it went down. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Stood up,
pulled my pants and underwear up and washed my hands. Grabbed my Walmart
bag and toilet paper, opened the door, turned off the light, walked to my
room across the hall, took the flip flops off outside my room, turned on
the light, closed the door, put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands
on the towels in here (phone was in my pocket) and now I have been
writing this for a while and listening to music.

I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy and is having a good
Saturday.

Happy pooping and peeing!

Annie

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