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Catherine
Happy Thanksgiving!
It was a Happy Thanksgiving for me as I pooped four different times on
Thanksgiving day, and they were all really hearty, voluminous poops!
I had my first not long after waking up, as I began my day with coffee,
yogurt and some lemon water! This poop began like a snake and finished
with mush. After wiping and cleansing, I felt ready to tackle a workout
in our exercise room! Then I had breakfast and got ready for the day. I
had a glass of prune juice with my breakfast to make sure that I maintain
my regularity!
We had Alan’s family over for lunch and I made dressing, a squash
casserole, cranberry sauce, and corn and green beans, along with rolls to
go along with a delicious Cajun fried turkey that Alan cooked! We had a
wonderful lunch! After lunch I took another really big dump and it was
very similar to the other I just described!
After resting and enjoying a little football, we drove to see my parents.
I think I mentioned on the forum that they live in a retirement community
because my mother was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. They live in a
cottage, but it is served by the medical staff and such. My mother is
struggling and it is good that my father has help. He can still leave to
play golf and be with us. But my mother is pretty much confined to the
cottage. We brought them both plates from our dinner and we joined them
as well. It was a good visit. While I was there I was struck with a
sudden urge to doodie and this one just made a pile in their toilet.
There was very little form to it.
Finally after we got home we put some pajamas on and watched an Indiana
Jones movie on Amazon Prime. During the movie I had to go again and again
this one was a mushy pile like the one I did at my parents’ cottage.
Alan, Zoe and Joey all made a few trips to the bathroom during the day
too. I think we are fine, but our stomachs are not back to normal yet.
Chloe seems to be well though. She had one really good trip to the
bathroom after lunch that said made her “feel much better!”
And today I had a good one this morning and nothing since! I hope that I
get back to my two large, voluminous doodie routine soon!
Love to All!
Catherine!
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Robyn & Victoria
Jenny’s Survey
Nice to see everyone again!
Here are our answers to Jenny’s survey questions. We’re from the Northern
United States
1) Bathrooms outside of the home: (public) bathroom, restroom
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet
separating multiple toilets: stall, bathroom stall
3) Wiping material: toilet paper
4) Underwear you pull down: panties or undies
5) Poop stains in underwear: skidmarks
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out: shart
7) urinal: urinal, stand-up toilet
We’ve missed you!
Love from,
Victoria
&
Robyn
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Denise
Some responses to Catherine:
Oh you are so sweet, and I’m sorry to hear you’ve been suffering with
diarrhea! That sounds awful. I hope you’re feeling better now!
Yes, it’s true same as you my accidents have always been, well, huge. I
could never relate to other stories where people have smaller or discreet
accidents. But, mine have always been a result of holding it too long,
rather than trusting a fart or other types of ‘incidents’ people seem to
have. I do wonder what it would be like to have a smaller accident,
although I hope I never find out!
Interesting question re: can I focus better when I really need to go. I
thought about it, and realized I couldn’t really answer because my ADHD
hyperfocus happens fairly often, whether I have to go or not. So, I
decided to conduct a little experiment! I waited until I had a strong
urge to pee, then sat down and tried to do a very boring task I’ve been
putting off. I definitely struggle to focus when it’s a task I’m not
interested in, so I thought this would be a better test than getting
absorbed in something I enjoy. So, I worked at this task until I had to
pee so bad I just couldn’t hold it anymore. Then I went to the bathroom,
relieved myself, and came back to keep working on it. And I must say, I
noticed my mind wandered a lot more after I’d gone pee! So perhaps it’s
true that I can focus better when I have to go. That does make me wonder
whether it’s played a role in some of my accidents….something to think
about!
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Monday, December 2, 2024
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Chakamami (Hisae, Kazumi, Maho, Mina)
Dear April:
We are looking forward your stories. We hope we can help you to not be
embarrass any more. In this site is nice people only, they never do
criticism to other people in this site, unless it is really need.
It is very normal to pee and poo, and woman and man do it same way, with
some difference because of a body shape, but the movement of the body
waste is same.
Toilet is place to put our body waste. So it’s always OK to sit there and
urinate and defecate. We have to do! We four Asian women always enjoy
when we sit on loo. It is very healthy.
When Hisae was schoolgirl she defecated in school loo every day, or
nearly. Her friends knew what she doing, but they don’t care, because it
is normal thing. They ask her, “Are you OK?” and she answer, “Yes, lots
came out” and then they don’t think about it any more.
We are wonder about your age and the country you are from. But if you
don’t want to say, that’s OK.
Dear Lindsey:
We are shocked your story. We hope you are not trauma now. One of us
(Kazumi) had same problem when she was teenage girl. her mother said,
only stay on loo one minute. Because to do a lot of poo is not ladylike.
Kazumi send her best wishes to you. Maho too. She is very serene on loo,
she looks very ladylike, even she is dropping unbelievable number of
turds from her beautiful bottom, we are impossible to think she is not
ladylike. Under her is splat splat splat many many, but her face is
always serene.
All of us have experience to poo in nature. The time we did together, we
really enjoyed.
Dear Catherine:
We were painful to read your posts. We hope you all will be better soon
and have no more problem, and Chloe feel comfy when she doing finals.
And we hope that everyone is very fine. Love to everyone.
Chakamami
P.S. We do survey about words of loo next time.
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Catherine
Responses
Jenny: I love your witty responses! Somehow, I don’t think you would cure
your skidmarks if you could! Either way, I am so glad you are having
bowel movements that you enjoy! Thanks for loving me unconditionally with
my accidents and my appreciation for a good solid accident!
Here are your questions: I am from the Southern United States!
Let me know what you call them, and where you are from!!
1) Bathrooms outside of the home: Restrooms, bathrooms, public restrooms
2) Walls around a toilet in public where you may or may not see feet
separating multiple toilets: Stalls
3) Wiping material: Toilet paper
4) Underwear you pull down: Panties for women, underwear or boxers for men
5) poop stains in underwear: When I first read your name years ago, my
first thought was skidmarks in the toilet from a large poop that brushed
the bowl as it flushed. I guess I would call stains in underwear
skidmarks too, but I first thought of the marks in a toilet. What do you
call the marks in the toilet?
6) When you fart and a little poop comes out: Shart, I guess.
7) Urinals: just that – urinals
April: I am so glad that you are here and look forward to any stories you
have to share. I hope that you find the support that you are looking for
on this forum!
Skidmarked in Portland: Welcome! What is it about skidmarks on the west
coast???
Trina: It is so good to hear from you! I would love to hear more about
Derek! I wish you all the best, SPAS!
I hope that everyone is well!
Love to all!
Catherine!
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Catherine
The Mother of all Doodies
Y’all,
I think I just took the biggest dump of my life.
And it happened in my office!!!
I woke up this morning bloated and feeling yuck, not from being sick but
from truly being constipated. I have never really had to drink prune
juice before, but I bought some yesterday, and I drank a glass in the
evening and again this morning, on top of my normal daily diet, which is
already loaded with fiber.
As I drove to work I started farting again. These were loud and long but
they smelled strong too, which is unusual for my gas. I was working in my
office when I started cramping. The cramps began to feel almost like
labor pains. “Jill” the owner of my pharmacy and mayor of our town, saw
that I was in pain. I explained the situation and told her that I needed
the toilet but I didn’t think I could make it. I could not move!
Jill sprang into action and brought the trashcan over to where I was
standing and said, “I will close the door and get you some toilet paper.”
I replied, “I have plenty in my purse if you will bring it to me as well.”
She closed the door and flipped the lock so that no one would disturb me.
I lowered my slacks and panties and hunched over my desk and rested on
it. My stomach cramps were awfully painful and strong, but the stool was
so thick that I did not begin to defecate immediately. My cheeks spread
and anus domed but the doodie had not begun to pass. Then I got hit with
a major cramp and slowly the biggest, thickest log began to slither out
of me. It curled into the trashcan, and looked like a giant snake all
curled up. I think that at its thickest point it was at least 2.5 inches,
maybe more, but no thinner than 2 inches. Because it was not laying in
the trash can long, I could not guess how long it it was. But it had to
be 18 inches at minimum. I took a picture with my phone.
Not long after that I farted and a thinner and softer log began to exit.
It broke off followed by another that was softer and each moved faster
until the solid became more soft and mushy. But it kept coming as my
stomach kept cramping. I farted one last time and followed up with an
almost liquid wave.
When I looked into the trash can the huge snake that I passed initially
was now covered in a pile of mushy poop. My stomach felt so much better.
I took another picture.
I wiped with my Goodwipes and then dry toilet paper. My office smelled
horrible. I tied up the bag and lifted my slacks and panties and just sat
down in my office chair. I was exhausted. Jill text me to see if I was
OK. I replied to give me a minute but feeling better. I pulled a couple
of more garbage bags and tied the original in them and went out back to
our public garbage can.
Then I asked if Jill could bring a candle to burn in my office. She
picked out a nice Fall scent and brought it to my office. When I opened
the door, I could tell that she was taken aback by the smell. I opened a
window and let the candle burn.
And, as I began to serve my customers, I wondered what they would think
if they knew what all just came out of me!
Of course, I texted Alan and Beth (not on the same thread). Both were in
awe but sympathetic.
I have to get back to the pharmacy counter! I hope everyone is well!
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends in the USA and blessings to all, no
matter where you live!
Catherine!
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Jessica W
A small correction
I accidentally wrote “yes” when I was asked whether my poos float or
sink. Silly me! Well, they sink, too heavy to float 🙂
And I guess that I will have a good poo after breakfast, bit gassy right
now.
See you till then,
Jessee
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Leah
Reply to mjd, I’m glad you liked my story, I’m a new poster so not used
to writing stories or being descriptive.
In reply to your questions, I was quite desperate by the time I got to
the loo’s and i started to feel anxious or paranoid when I could hear
other women chatting outside, because it’s highly embarrassing if
everyone can tell your pooping, so my urge to go was fading so I started
pushing desperately incase it went all together and all I could produce
was small parts followed by loud sighs. I don’t normally grunt or push
loudly ever, but I guess I can do it without realising, but I do it when
I feel I have to, even in a public loo on the beach.
And for your other question I poo every few days, but I forget my last
poo since it’s not that frequent umm, I can’t remember but it must have
been a few days since the poo was sticking out of the water.
But by comparison I can poo at work like I’m at home, I don’t think about
or worry about it because I know everyone at my work, is anyone else like
this?
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Catherine
Normal
Hi! It’s Wednesday as I write this! I’m just about to close up the
pharmacy for Thanksgiving!
And it seems that my bowels have returned to normal. I am having a glass
of prune juice with each meal to make sure that I do not get constipated.
But I had a really nice bowel movement last night at my normal time. It
was very soft and smooth and came with a pretty strong urge to go.
However, it was nice, soft, and thick.
This morning was the same thing!
So, I’m hoping that I am OK. I talked to Alan earlier, who was out of
school today and home with the kids, and he said that they were all
feeling fine. Chloe got home Tuesday night and she said that she wasn’t
worried about getting diarrhea. She didn’t want to throw up but she had
no worries about getting a diarrhea bug.
So, Happy Thanksgiving!
Love to all!
Catherine!
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Bianca
Vacation Blowout
Hi all. Today I blew up the bathroom at the Austin Visitors Center twice.
Both poops were soft, gassy, and smelly. Mom sprayed air freshener near
my stall. I figured my poop might be mushy a bit today, because some of
my farts late yesterday evening smelled like diarrhea. To Linsey who told
the story abot the poop rule, how dumb indeed. I do not find pooping
dirty for ladies. If I had to poop and was in the woods who cares? Bye.
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Emma two
Desperate guy at the bus stop
After work this afternoon I was waiting for the bus to arrive when I
noticed a fit looking guy who looked to be in his late teens to early
twenties I’d say. He was fidgeting around a lot and he let out a poo
smelling fart so I knew he was desperate for a toilet. After a while he
stopped fidgeting and he was standing funny. I knew he was having an
accident in his pants and it wasn’t long before I saw his trousers
sagging under the weight of his poo. He’d wet himself as well and when
the bus turned up he didn’t get on. I got on the bus and sat down by the
window and watched the him walk away with a very red face.
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Alyssa
Pooping in public
Hi all. Just wanted to share a story of a recent public poop I had. First
off I’m Alyssa 25 yrs old , 5’2″, and about 110 pound latina. I’m usually
very shy when in comes to pooping in public but this last weekend when I
was out shopping I felt a huge urge to go that I knew couldn’t wait. When
I do poop in public I try to take the end stall since it usually extends
wall to wall giving me a bit more privacy. Once the urge hit I made my
way to the Target bathroom hoping it would be empty. Once I walked in I
realized that both someone else was in there and that the end stall did
not connect all the way as there was a sink and mirror there. Regardless,
I still wanted the end stall and as I walked past the first stall I
noticed the stall gaps were huge! I could clearly see in the person
sitting in the stall, giving me more anxiety of having to poop in there.
I went to push the door to the last stall and it was locked. Through the
gap I could see a girl sitting on the toilet with her black jeans and
white panties to her knees, I then took the stall next to her as I had no
choice. I quickly placed a seat cover and pulled down my jeans and pink
thong to my knees and sat down. My goal was to finish as soon as I could
before someone tried my stall and see me through the gap. Normally I’m
embarrassed and wait for others to leave before I start but I knew the
urge was too much and literally as I started to pee a huge log existed my
body and luckily did not make a plop sound! The relief was instant and i
continued peeing for a few more seconds. I then heard a plop from the
girl in the next stall. I finished peeing and decided to look at what was
done and it turned out to be a log over a foot long but not too wide. I
had not had a good poop in a few days so it made sense for it to be that
big and why the urge was so immense! I quickly wiped as there was not
much to clean (love when that happens) and pulled my clothes up as I had
successfully pooped in record time. As I was washing my hands the girl in
the last stall finished wiping and joined me at the sinks. She was a
pretty blonde teenage worker and we both were embarrassed as we made eye
contact after both needing to poop. I left the bathroom now feeing much
better and continued with my shopping!
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Jessica
To Austin
Hey, Austin! Not sure if you were referring to my post about pooping at
work with the janitor as you mentioned school. Anywho, it’s great to hear
that you’re not poop shy. When I was in school I definitely was. I would
always hold it in until I got home or atleast I would try to. There’s
only one time I remember pooping at school. I can share that story later
when I have more time 🙂 if you’r interested. And wow, clogging a public
toilet is impressive. My poops are typically very soft and wet so
clogging isn’t a problem for me. Also, to answer your question, I scroll
on my phone while I’m on the toilet.
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NatBat
Response to Bathroom Mirror
To ECG
I was visiting a friend once in college and noticed she had placed a
mirror in front of her toilet. I joked that it was so she could look at
herself while she pooped. She hesitantly said “yeah” and made a face as
if she never considered that implication. Apparently she put it there so
she could sit down while doing her makeup. This was a small
apartment/dorm so she didn’t have much space otherwise. I doubt this is
the case for all mirror toilet scenarios, but it’s at least one
explanation.
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Emma two
Caught trying to poo in the woods
To Lindsey J
I once got caught trying to poo in the woods when I was 14. I was out
walking with my family and my mum knew I was desperate to go. She told me
to go in the woods as she didn’t want me messing myself. I felt
embarrassed to do it outside but I knew it would be a lot worse than
pooing myself so I went behind a tree. I’d just pulled my jeans down and
was about to pull my knickers down when I saw a woman shouting at me. She
asked me what I thought I was doing and it was disgusting. I quickly
pulled my jeans up and ran back to my family still desperate for a poo
and my mum had a big row with the woman over it. It was really
embarrassing for me as my mum asked the woman what I was supposed to do,
shit myself!? The woman stormed off and my mum told me to wait for a
while until she was far enough away and I went back into the bushes and
had a very relieving poo behind that tree.
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Annie
Surprisingly soft poop after breakfast
Hi. Got up this morning about 8:15 AM, put my feet into my flip flops,
sat up, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste off one of the desks,
grabbed my Walmart bag from the floor, went to the door, took my flip
flops off, opened the door, went into the hallway, put on the flip flops
out there, went to the washroom, brushed my teeth, put the toothbrush and
toothpaste in my room, went upstairs, greeted my caregiver (longtime
friend) and sat at the table. She served a delicious open face sandwich
(that’s so that I could take a picture of what I was eating first.
Remember I have memory issues from the brain surgery and stroke from
2013) and a cup of coffee. She’s been gradually giving me a cup of two of
coffee every day since I have gone a year or year and a half without a
seizure. I thanked her and slowly ate breakfast and drank the coffee. It
was delicious and I was thankful. At 8:50 (after breakfast) I took my
medications and drank the last of my coffee. ????. My caregiver was in
her room so I didn’t thank her again and she doesn’t want anyone to text
her, only call. I grabbed my Walmart bag and water jar and went
downstairs to my room. Soon enough I got a major urge to poop so I
grabbed my Walmart bag off the bed, walked to the door, took my bedroom
flip flops off, opened the door, walked into the hallway, put the flip
flops on out there, turned off the light, closed the door and walked to
the washroom. Turned on the light, walked in, closed the door, walked to
the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the toilet.
Relaxed and peed first a lot. Then I pushed out a big surprisingly soft
poop (one big soft log). I was done very quickly. Bathroom stunk too. I
think the food and coffee triggered that lol. Pushed back my sleeves,
grabbed the toilet paper out of the Walmart bag, took some off the roll,
put the toilet paper roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag
on the floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned
forward slightly and wiped my butt really well until there were no marks
on the toilet paper. Yuck. Put the dirty toilet paper into the toilet
between my legs, stood up, pulled my pants and underwear up, turned
around and looked in the toilet. There was a big soft looking poop in the
toilet that took up quite a bit of the toilet. Wow! Flushed the toilet
and it went down no problem. Stomach is still gurgling so maybe another
poop is coming after lunch. Washed my hands well, turned off the tap,
grabbed my Walmart bag, went to the door, opened it, turned off the
light, walked to my room, turned on the light, opened the door, took the
flip flops off outside my room, walked into my room, put the flip flops
on in here, dried my hands on the towels, closed the door, walked to the
bed and have been writing this for a while. Already went upstairs too and
refilled my water jug and jar. Now relaxing. I hope everyone is staying
safe, healthy and happy and that you’re having a good week.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
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Princess Toadstool Peach
It maybe not Ladylike but it is Dirty
Hello everyone I’m Princess Toadstool Peach and today I like to inform
you all whom might be listening. Pooing maybe not Ladylike but it is
Dirty. But still no one should be telling you that you cannot defecate
outside. Not even your family because if you hold in your brownloads for
too long you could get blocked up or even worse get a annal fissure.
Ouch! That’s what happens when you keep it in for too long or don’t get
enough fruit in your diet. LINDSEY J take it from a Nintendo royal
princess such as myself pooing is just nature calling out for you to
release your bowels. So don’t panic just do it far away from your family
and don’t tell a soul. I defecate in tree stumps, bushes, potties,
chamber pots. outhouses, public restrooms and toilets. No matter where I
do it. Nobody should do a weird rule only boys can defecate or urinate
whenever they please. As long as you clean up afterwards you’ll be fine.
OK that’s all I got to say. Bye bye now.
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Darlene
Endless Pee
I ended up peeing on the toilet for over two minutes after consuming a
lot of juice, when I thought I was finished.. more came rushing out
towards the end or so I thought. Before I left the house, I ended up
peeing twice and felt so much better afterwards.
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Emma two
To Lindsey J
When your mother caught you trying to poo outside and made you pull your
pants back up, were you able to stop going or did you end up doing it in
your pants? I know I wouldn’t be able to stop going once I’d started. I’d
have to finish even if I wasn’t allowed to.
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Thursday, November 28, 2024
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Tricky
First day on the job, first dump on the job
I was a scrawny teen boy of about 120 lbs and had just gotten a job. I
started work on this day and had been in training for the last 4 hours.
My manager was a nice guy, an older obese man in his 60s, with thick
rimmed glasses, curly gray hair, bad teeth, and a southern accent. He
liked to joke a lot and had a charismatic but jovial nature about him.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to use the bathroom all morning because it had
been unusually busy compared to the work days that came after, thus I
didn’t poop that morning and hadn’t peed since leaving the house. Plus I
was holding in my farts to avoid stinking up the cramped room me and my
manager were both working in as he trained me.
It was now lunch time, and I had to release all three states of matter
from my body.
I entered the Mens’ room. It was a very cramped two urinal, one-stall,
one sink arrangement, with the mirror above the sink reflecting back all
toilet activity in the room. It obviously was not updated to ADA
compliance, or it would have been a one-toilet restroom, it was so small.
Two of my male coworkers were waiting in line in front of me for a urinal
to pee or the lone sink to wash their hands, with another five or so
behind me. I needed the stall to take my long-awaited poop, but someone
was in it having a very sloppy and flatulent bowel movement.
We only had a 30 minute lunch break anyway, so I decided I wouldn’t be
pooping just yet as I took my turn to take a long-awaited pee in a
partitionless bowl-style urinal in front of my older adult coworkers
waiting in line or washing their hands, right next to an older coworker
that was doing the same in the adjacent urinal. I faced straight ahead,
avoiding taking a peek and hoping he gave me the same courtesy, because
the privacy here left a lot to be desired and it was very awkward and at
the time slightly embarrassing, even though by this point in my life I’d
peed in front of people many thousands of times. I knew I was being
watched to some extent simply because there was a line for a urinal, but
also because I was a new hire and it was the first day where I’d just met
all my new coworkers. And as I gushed out a liquid stream of pee in view
of them, the farts kept slipping out, muffled. I had hoped no one heard
them.
*pfffffffffft*
They stunk, but it was hard to tell if it was the person in the stall or
me producing the odor, and the farts were quiet enough that I barely
heard them slip out over the loud stream of piss coming out of me and
splattering the water ahead, so others probably didn’t know it was me
making those smells. These farts smelt like legit poop. They were thick
with a beefy aroma. I finished, flushed, zipped up, and took my place at
the sink, silently slipping out as much gas as I could before leaving the
room.
As I washed my hands at the sink, without even trying, I could tell which
of my coworkers it was blowing up the toilet because the gap between the
stall door and the cubicle was big, at least an inch and a half, the
toilet was placed right next to the stall, and the opening at the bottom
of the cubicle almost went up to the bottom of the toilet bowl, leaving a
generous portion of the user’s lower legs visible above their shoes. It
was another new hire, a boy in one of my classes who went to the same
school as I. He had brown hair and was tall and thin, 6 ft and about 160
lbs. This made me uncomfortable. He looked oblivious and/or apathetic to
the fact that he could be seen through the gap, which presented a partial
side view of him on the toilet. I could see the side of his butt, see
that his butt had small and fine hairs on it, that he had his pants all
the way down showing off his hairy legs, and a strained expression on his
face as if it was taking him significant effort to push out a turd. As I
washed my hands, he leaned forward, taking the side of his face out of
view of the gap.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT* *ploop* *ploop* *RORT* *ploop*
*weeeeeeeeeeeiffffft-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*
I heard him sigh in relief, as everyone in the room was stone cold
silent, listening to the various bodily noises echo about the room, the
toilet bowl itself seemingly designed to amplify them.
I left the restroom, and ate the lunch I packed.
An hour passed, and I had been back to the training with my new manager.
I still had to poop, but we were in the middle of something involved, so
I had to grin and bear it, and just hold it. My insides churned and I
could hear my lower GI tract growling as more matter worked its way
toward its exit point pushed on by lunch. It took us another 30 minutes
or so to finish, when I finally had my chance. It wasn’t yet an
emergency, but at this rate it would get there some time before the shift
was to end. I knew I wasn’t going be able to make it home, as much as I
dreaded how little privacy the stall actually provided. Unlike a former
school I attended, at least the stall had a door and provided some
coverage, and there would be no bullies to contend with. My hope was that
no one would be in the room, and I’d get in and out efficiently and
quickly.
So I told my manager,
“I need to take a bathroom break.”
He responded,
“Go on ahead.”
I rushed to the Mens’ room, feeling the increasing pressure on my back
door. I also had to pee again. I entered. Just my bad luck, someone was
in the stall. I took a pee at a urinal. I could hear wiping, but was not
comfortable waiting around, and avoided looking at the stall as much as I
could because the gap would allow me to see more than I wanted to of its
occupant. At the very least, this arrangement encouraged one not to waste
time on the toilet. The stall occupant was most visible when I was facing
the mirror at the sink and I could tell it was a middle-aged man I sat
next to at lunch. I looked down and away. This was the only place for men
to poop in this building, so that toilet saw a lot of use.
I exited. The pressure in my bowels continued to build up as two more
hours passed. I was ripping out silent but deadly farts that could no
longer be contained. These were those farts that come with the added
scent of the warm, built-up feces they had just been filtered through. My
manager certainly noticed because he showed up with a can of air
freshener and sprayed some in the room when he came to check on my
progress with the assignment, but he otherwise didn’t say anything about
it. We continued working.
A few more minutes later, it was now an emergency.
I excused myself again,
“I need to use the restroom again. I’ll be right back.”
He gave the approval, with a slightly unsettling smile on his face,
“Okay buddy. Take all the time you need.”
He probably knew. The farts gave away what I needed to do. I made my way
to the Mens’ room again. This time, it was empty. I shut the stall door,
latched it, pulled my pants down to my feet, and proceeded to poop my
guts out.
*plup-tlop-tlop-pla-plut-bloop-ploop-plop-pluft-tztztztztztztztztztztztztzt
ztztztztztztztz*
A barrage of soft but heavy blobs quickly fell in, followed by the
crackling of a very soft, loose, wet, thick, and warm log. I could look
to my right and see out the gap clearly at the sink and mirror. I could
make out a generous portion of my face in the mirror through the stall
gap, as well as a small part of my butt planted on the wall-mount toilet,
and clearly make out the side of the shirt I was wearing. It was
definitely awkward considering how obvious it would be to anyone who came
in that it was indeed me on stiting the toilet, even though no one else
was currently in the room. I felt a bit of embarrassment at it already,
and pushed to expedite my session here.
A long, squeaky fart came out of me…
*fweeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEErrrrrt*
…as the door opened. It was my manager. He went to the urinal adjacent
to the stall I was sitting in, which was in front of where I was facing,
I could see his shoes below the partition as he unzipped, and stared to
pee. I continued my dump.
*ploop-plut-bloosh-plop-plop-PLUNK*
This was now even more embarrassing. I was used to pooping around other
people in public restrooms and had done so thousands of times by this
point, including around people I knew, but there was something about this
restroom arrangement that made it uniquely awkward. Not just the massive
gap in the stall to my right exposing me as I sat, but the fact that the
toilet bowl amplified every noise, the walls echoed these noises about,
and the room trapped all smells, or the fact that this room was cramped
making the experience even more intimate than it would be in a typical
public restroom, or the fact that anyone using the stall would be easy to
identify, even if most of the view of them on the can is still
obstructed. It wasn’t just all of that, but also the fact that I’d have
to see this manager again every day I had this job into the future. This
was the only restroom in the building, so whether he saw enough of me or
not to identify me, by default, having witnessed me excuse myself to the
restroom just minutes ago, he knew it was me in the stall sitting there
with my pants at the floor, baring my hairless ankles and maybe a few
inches of my hairless butt to anyone else who would enter the room.
*brrrr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-T*
*BLUNK*
A large ball of poop dropped in following another long fart. More was
coming…
My manager flushed the urinal and proceeded to the sink, where he decided
to start up a conversation with me…
“
your hours before you leave today. The computer gives me problems if I
have to enter them late.”
He addressed me by name. Indeed. He clearly knew it was me in the stall
and the noises I generated while seated left no mystery with regard to
what I was doing. I was very embarrassed. This was a time in my life
where I was not comfortable talking to people while sitting in a stall or
peeing at a urinal. I sat there with a sticky log of poop hanging
partially out of me, feeling ready to drop into the water, and it took
effort just to muster up the courage just to say…
“Okay.”
I was so uncomfortable and trying not to push because I didn’t want him
to hear any more. Perhaps he sensed my discomfort, but his jovial nature
got the better of him…
“I want you to like working here, so don’t feel rushed whenever you need
to go to your second office. I like to bring a magazine in here. It’s a
nice little break from the grind.”
I didn’t respond, which may have made things worse because the room was
otherwise dead silent, allowing any and all noises to echo about the room.
*PLOOP*
Another log loudly dropped in as he was getting ready to dry his hands
with some paper towels. The room stunk with the odors I generated farting
and pooping my guts out for the last seven or so minutes.
He continued,
“There’s a can of air freshener on top of the toilet paper dispenser.
It’s there if the funk gets to be a bit much.”
It wasn’t there this time. I said nothing about it, a bit embarrassed.
He left the room, obviously not wanting to linger around in the miasma.
It smelled just like the farts I’d been letting loose for the last few
hours. Two more people came in to pee while I was wiping my butt.
I exited the stall, then made it to the sink before they did. They saw me
washing my hands as they waited in line, knowing that I was the one who
was in the stall when they entered. It was an awkward experience on the
whole. I was a new worker, first day on the job, so everyone’s attention
was on me, and these two were also cognizant of the fact that I just took
a massive dump in that stall and totally stunk up the restroom. One of
the men asked me,
“Are you old enough to be working here, kiddo?”
I responded, awkwardly,
“Yeah. I’m 18.”
I was drying my hands as the first man went to the sink and the other
responded,
“You sure don’t look it.”
The first guy started laughing,
“He’s still growing!”
The other, who also sat next to me during lunch and was using the stall
earlier, commented,
“Sure eats like a 250 lb man! Enjoy being young while it lasts.”
I don’t know why I found this so embarrassing, but I did. I’d taken many
public poops, including a few in dreaded doorless stalls or stall-less
toilets in view of other people, but I never felt so glad to be out of a
restroom as I did then. My insides felt even better, now that they
weren’t carrying over a pound of poop in them. Implied in the last
comment was that I also crapped like a 250 lb man. They both knew…
I met my manager back in the first office and we continued the job. The
day ended and I reminded him about logging in my work for the day. He
showed me how the system was set up. After I finished, just about to make
a final trip to the Mens’ room again to pee before leaving for the day,
he told me to come over. He opened up a desk drawer, and it had a bunch
of magazines in it. He described their purpose,
“This is my reading material for the second office. Pick out a few to
bring with you when you need to make another visit there.”
I saw some vintage Playboys and a Hustler as I flipped through his stash,
so this guy obviously was a very laid-back fellow regarding what his
employees did in the bathroom on the job.
He was very insistent about me taking some to keep in my desk, and I
grabbed 4 magazines. The facilities at this particular job may not have
been ideal from a privacy standpoint, but having a boss who was laid back
about me using the bathroom at work and taking enough time to be
comfortable doing so, formed within me a degree of confidence when it
came to pooping at work that I didn’t think I’d ever have. I have this
manager to thank for my periodic need to defecate on the job not becoming
a source of anxiety or any worse embarrassment than it needed to be. From
that day forward, I always pooped at work when needed, no matter what job
I had, typically twice a day, usually magazine in hand walking to or
from. For the length of time I worked at that specific location, in spite
of that obnoxious gap in the stall, I felt no further embarrassment
dropping a deuce whenever I needed, regardless of who else was in the
room at the time. Many of my coworkers took the same attitude here, even
if they didn’t have permission to access the bosses’ magazine stash as I
did.
I worked at this place for a year, part time, and mostly on weekends.
Even then, I definitely took wll over a hundred poops in that stall
within that window of time, probably close to half of them while sharing
the Mens’ room with at least one other coworker, but on at least two
occasions having waited for someone to vacate the stall with a larger
crowd of 5+ people in the room. There were no buddy dumps because there
was only one stall, but more than once I had to either wait for someone
to exit the stall or someone had to wait for me to exit the stall. I also
didn’t have much in the way of conversations while on the toilet here, as
everyone kept to themselves. Stall gap aside, cramped room, and being in
a noise chamber, this wasn’t a bad place to lay cable. The people are
what made the difference.
I have a few other notable experiences pooping at this office. On one
particular day, I had explosive diarrhea and had to make about 5 sit-down
through the course of the work day. There was also one time I clogged the
toilet here and had to ask my manager for a plunger, and one instance
where the stall door lock fell off while I was latching it. No sure which
of hose stories I will tell next.
This habit of pooping at work and taking enough time to do so
comfortably, with reading material for assistance, carried over into
subsequent jobs in other places, including a different office I spent
almost a decade working at(the same one in “Poop a the Office”, page
2880).
I like pooping at work and highly recommend. The best part is getting
paid for it. I have zero embarrassment, shame, or guilt about it.
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Annie
Urgent runny poop
About 10 minutes ago I got a major urge to poop (again). That surprised
me considering I pooped not that long ago (a long soft poop). This one
felt urgent like diarrhea. Uh oh. Grabbed the Walmart bag, went to the
door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, left my room, put
the flip flops on out there, closed the door, turned off the light and
walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, went into the washroom,
closed the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down
and sat on the toilet. Relaxed and peed in the toilet first then pushed
and runny poop splattered into the toilet. It didn’t take that long but
it stunk. Pushed back my sleeves, reached into the Walmart bag, took out
the toilet paper and took the last of the toilet paper off the roll. Put
the empty roll back into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag on the
floor and started wiping. I wiped my vagina first then leaned forward
slightly and wiped my butt really well until it was clean. Yuck. Very
messy. Put the toilet paper into the toilet between my legs, stood up,
pulled my pants and underwear (black boy shorts underwear and black sweat
pants) up and turned to look in the toilet. The toilet water was
completely brown. Yuck. Flushed the toilet, washed my hands well, turned
the tap off, grabbed my Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the
light and left the washroom. Walked to my room next to the washroom, took
my flip flops off outside my room, turned on the bedroom light, opened
the door, went in, closed the door, put on my flip flops in here, dried
my hands on the towels in here and now have been writing this for quite a
while. I hope everyone is staying safe, healthy and happy. I like
everyone’s stories on here (that’s why I have been coming here since I
was 19 almost 20. My first post was about a poop accident I had and I was
too embarrassed to put my name). I’m now 38. I hope everyone is going
well and being safe and happy.
Happy pooping and peeing!
Annie
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