Lynn
Pooped in a trashcan
Yesterday morning, I woke up and had to poop. I went to the bathroom,
and my roommate was sitting on the toilet. She was reading the newspaper
and the room stunk of her dump. I asked if she'd be done soon. She said
she'd try to hurry, but had barely started. I felt like I could hold it
for a short while.
Over the next few minutes, there were several splashes and plops as
she pooped. I was starting to have to go very badly, and her going right
in front of me didn't help. At that point, she said she had just a bit
more to go, and would be done as soon as she could. A little longer, and
I was on the verge of pooping my pants. It was taking everything I had
to hold back the poop.
I heard another splash from her, and then I just couldn't hold it
any longer. I don't remember making the conscious decision, but the next
thing I knew I was sitting on the trashcan, with my pajama bottoms and
panties around my ankles. I pooped out a bunch of turds like rapid fire,
and if I thought the bathroom stunk before, well, then it REALLY stank!
My roommate let out two more plops while I was pooping, and then she
started to wipe. She finished up and flushed, then washed her hands and
left the bathroom. I went a bit more and then I was done. I wiped
myself thoroughly and then pulled up my pants. I took the trash bag out to the dumpster and came back in and washed my hands.
I later apologized to my roommate, saying that I was super
desperate. She said not to worry about it, could have happened to
anyone. It made me feel better that she wasn't upset with me. So,
anyway, that's my story.
No plumbing vent, if the problem just started your main sewer is probably blocked. The bubbling in the toilet is the air being displaced as the pipes fill with the water you poured in. If you are on a septic tank, you might have a full tank. If you are on a city sewer, the line may be blocked, or collapsed. A good plumber (not one of the big chain outfits) should be able to rod the line and or point you in the right direction.
Sara
Midway walk to school
I am 42 years old and was only 8 years old at the time this happened to me.I was walking to school with my brother Ben (10 years old at the time). We lived in dessert country where there is few trees or bushes around. It was about a 2 and a half mile walk to school.That day i was in a skirt & that came down to just above my knees. About half way to school i felt quite an urgent need to pee & poop. I told my 10 yr old brother Ben of my most desperately urgent need to both pee & poop & that i couldn't hold it in very much longer. He told me that he could stand close to me with his back facing my face while i would kneel down to relieve myself.So i bent down taking off my panties while Ben stood blocking the view of me from others that might pass by. I then started a most powerful long stream of Piss. About half way though my pissing i start to drop a long & large log of poop (followed by 8 more long large logs). I then realize that i had nothing to wipe my but with so i told Ben. Ben told me that he had some tissue in his pack that i could use. Then took it out as he turned around to hand it to me he could see the large puddle of pee & large pile of poo i left on the ground. Ben said WOW he couldn't believe how very much i had peed & pooped & said WOW Utruly did need to go very badly didn't you & i nodded my head (as i side of such relieve)& said yes i did. I then wiped my but & left the tissue on the ground as i put back on my panties & stood up.Then told Ben that as embarrassing as it was for me that i was so very grateful that he was there & willing to help me out in my time of need and thanked him most graciously.
Anonymous
@Marissa: You shouldn't feel like anything's your fault in that situation. She could've stopped the car to let you relieve yourself but refused to. Also don't feel so embarrassed about it, accidents happen. I've had accidents myself, where i had nowhere to go and had to let go in fear of just going outside and being caught. If Amber can't be understanding about the situation you were in then she's not a friend.
P.S. I don't think you should pay for the car seat either. Her fault for being stubborn
John H
some quick comments
Hey all, just a few quick comments for this post.@Marissa, hey. That was not your fault that you peed in the car so tri not to feel bad about it.
That girl should have stopped to let you out to pee. It would only have taken a minute. She doesn't sound like much of a friend so you would be better off not hanging out with her. It was also mean of her to tell everyone else about it. You shouldn't have to pay to get her car cleaned because she should have let you out. You asked her several times so there was nothing more you could do. It sounds to me like she wanted you to pee in the car. Hope this helps a little.
@Janna, Hey really enjoyed your storey. Sounds like a very enjoyable poop you had in the mens room and that man put on a nice show also. Looking forward to reading more of your posts.
That's all for now.
Take care all,
John H
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Timee it sounds like you had a good but nasty cleanout.To: AshleyAshley I look forward to the result.
To: Marissa wc to the site and great story.
To: Janna it sounds like u really had to go and just made it.
To: Megan great story as always.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
It Should Run Downhill...
No Plumbing Vent...
Are you on a city sewer system, or your own private septic system?
If you've checked the venting, there should be at least a 3-inch stack vent through the roof (stinkpipe) that would normally come down in the toilet/bathroom area to vent the fixtures there. Has this been a problem ever since you got the place? did you get an inspection before you bought it? There could be a blockage in the lateral (line going outside) that could be the cause.If a septic, is the tank full/drainfield blocked?
I would get a professional plumber and have it looked at ASAP, a blocked line is bad enough, but a blocked or missing vent can expose you and your family to sewer gases, The problem can range from an just an odor to dangerous levels of methane and other health-risking gases!
Get it looked at ASAP!!!
Marie (mexican girl)
back at school, poo or not poo?
Hello there! it's a long time since my last post ^^ I love reading this forum once in a while, like I said so many times I love the stories of pooping with another people in public stalls.Well, I'm back at school again after two and a half months of vacations, I'm glad I'm back...but it's going to be a rough semester D:
Anyways, through holidays I have experienced some constipation...not severe but it was getting harder for me to poo, I realized it maybe was because of me holding it too much, I don't know even why, because I keep eating as normal as always and that never had been a problem, so I thought it may be for being sitting too much time, hopefully I came back to my beloved ballet so I get to do a little bit more of exercise.
I knew this "almost-constipated-problem" was going to cause some trouble because I spent a little less than twelve hours at school, and holdinng it will cause me to be more constipated. I can easly go into one of the campus toilets but still I am just too shy to do it .-.
more than once I have been decided to do it because the pressure on my bum and on my stomach is just huge, but when I'm decided to start it at empty toilets someone has to get in .-. I realized again about the almost always empty toilets at one building...I want to go there but...ajkhsjkdasd I'm scared of someone hearing me .-. what can I do? I know it's absolutely normal but stills freaks me out .-.
Leah
I love being desperate...
... to both pee and shit. Over the last month and a half I've discovered how much I enjoy holding it all in until the very last minute. And how much of a thrill I get from going in public restrooms. Yesterday, after school, I decided towalk home instead of catching a ride with Becca (it's just a mile) because I had to pee and poop so bad that I knew I would be forced to use some public restroom on the way. I was about three quarters of the way home when my stomach did a huge roll and I knew I would need to take a huge shit soon, to say nothing of my poor bladder; I had to pee so bad my lower stomach started to feel numb. I noticed a gas station and walked very, very gingerly toward it; I was an inch from shitting my pants and I had shoved a hand down my crotch without even being fully aware of it. I asked for the key to the unisex bathroom and thanked the sweet old man behind the counter profusely as I made my way to the toilet. The bathroom was clean, another bonus. I ripped down my pants and thong and sat hard on the toilet. After a few seconds of a thoroughly unpleasant shooting pain in my vagina I began to piss, and it was so relieving I moaned, quite loudly, cupping one hand over my mouth to stifle it. I urinated for a solid 30 seconds, and then relaxed a little, glad to be freed of that burden. I leaned forward slightly as a thick, smooth shit slid into the toilet; my poor butthole was stretched to its absolute minute and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain, although I felt like I was almost having one hell of an orgasm. My turd broke off with a loud splash and then another was on its way, feeling just as big. It thudded onto the first poop and after wiping, I stood and looked at what I had produced. The water was quite yellow with my piss, and there had to be, total, a 26 inch shit half in, half out of the water. I do think it was the most monstrous shit I had ever taken. I tried to flush it, but the water began to rise. There was no plunger and I was too embarrassed to have the attendant come back and unclog it, so I waited until the water went back down, lowered the lid, and wiped before leaving.Friday, January 25, 2013
Timee
I have some diareeah tonight. I made jerk chicken, ribs and potato salad. I spiced them up with various red spices and I ate and ate. Well, I am paying for it. The last few days, my bowels have been chunky. I've been taking Vit. C to prevent the flu. That loosened me. I've been eating fruits, along with my meats, fish, poultry and vegetables. I like cheese, but too much constipates me, if I do not have roughage. Tonight, I went 3x after dinner. This morning and the last few mornings, I released a thick brown and yellow muddy chunky movement. It stood up in the water. Plus, I stunk the bathroom. It is cold here. The heat in this house is good. I just renewed the plant in this bldg. I installed internet for all the residents. I return to school next week and I graduate in May. I had some stories on my flash drive but they got wiped out. I have to recover them.
Ashley Ashley
Update
Haven't taken a dump in a few days and trying to hold this one for a long time. I've gotten some urges to go but if I hold it off for long enough they subside. I'll post again when I eventually take a dump!Marissa
Hi everyone my name is Marissa and I am 16 years old. I found this site while searching online about something embarrassing that happened to me and I thought posting the story on here and hearing similar stories might make me feel better. Here it goes:
This past weekend my friend Amber and I had a three day weekend from school so we decided to take a road trip in Ambers new car. We went camping at a site about five hours from our houses. The trip up there was fine. We had a lot of fun camping and started the drive home Monday evening. We stopped about two hours into the trip for some dinner. I had a lot of soda to drink and knew I should pee before I left, but the bathrooms were really busy and I didn't feel like waiting in line. I didn't really have to go and since amber didn't pee either, I figured we would stop again at some point. So we left the resturant and continued the drive home. About thirty minutes into it, the soda hit me and I realized I really had to pee.
"Hey Amber can we pull over at the next place we see. I really have to pee."
"You should've peed back during dinner. I don't want to stop again so quickly." I decided not to argue with her and figured she would have to go soon enough. Besides, it wasn't THAT bad. Another thirty minutes later and I was dying. My bladder felt like it weighed a million pounds. I again told Amber my problem and asked if we could stop. I knew soon we would pass all the restaurants and rest stops and there would be nothing but a long stretch of road which meant nowhere to stop. Amber told me she still didn't feel like stopping. I tried arguing with her but it was no use. Soon we past the last rest stop and I wanted to cry. I had my legs crossed for sometime now but it wasn't enough. I unbuttoned my pants and put my hands in my crotch. Amber saw and told me to stop holding myself because it was gross. I responded I couldn't help it and I was about to pee my pants.
"Amber seriously I'm going to pee myself."
"No you're not. You're 16. Only babies per themselves."
"Seriously I've never had to go this bad in my life. Just pull over. I'll pop a squat."
"No way there might be police hiding. You'll just have to hold it."
" do you have a bottle I can pee in? Or a towel? Anything?"
"Nope, just hold it." With that amber turned up the radio, signaling she was done discussing the matter.
Another half hour or so went by, which meant we still had about an hour and a half until we were home. I was doing anything I could think of to take my mind off my bladder but it was no use. Every bump in the road made it even worse. I moved my hand away for a second to fix my hair and as soon as I did, a felt a squirt escape. I quickly put my hand back and regained control but I knew it was a lost cause. Another squirt came out and I felt dampness on my fingers. My crotch was throbbing and with each throb came a squirt of pee. I was throbbing so often that I was basically peeing, just little bits at a time.
"Amber, I'm peeling."
"No you aren't!" Amber shouted."not in my car."
I yelled at her to pull over then, but knew even if she did I could never make it out of the car without totally losing it. At that moment I was so mad at Amber and in so much pain, I decided to just let go. I removed my hands and opened my legs and instantly pee began pouring out. I peed and peed and peed, all the whole Amber yelling at me to stop. When I was done my pants and her car were soaked and she was furious. We road the rest of the way in silence. At one point I had to pee again from holding it so long, so again I peed my pants. I was already so wet it made no difference.
Amber dropped me off and I went in and showered. At school on Tuesday, she told everyone and everyone is laughing at me now. She left out the part where she wouldn't stop and says it is my own fault for not being able to hold it. Also, she wants me to pay for her car to be cleaned. I'm very upset by all this and don't think it is my fault, but I'm starting to think it is. Sharing this story helped, thank you for reading. Does anyone have any similar stories to share? Maine reading about how others handled these situations will make me feel better.
NO PLUMBING VENT
OK so the house i live in is over a hundred years old. My wife and i have lived here for a year with no plumbing problems. Now the toilet is slow. Here's what I've done. Plunged, snaked, and even removed the toilet and ran a sock through the trap and all is clean in there. I dumped a 5 gallon bucket of water down the toilet several times in the last hour, about 2 times it swallowed all the water. The rest of the times is just filled up and slowly drained. I proceeded to dump 5 gallons of water down every drain in the house. Every time i did so it gurgled up the toilet. I have one kitchen sink one tub and one bathroom sink in the house. The kitchen sink has an in line vent in it. That's the only vent in the house.. what should i do to get the toilet right? Will adding an in line vent in the bathroom help anything?Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Observant Guy great catchTo: Melissa K great story about your big desperate poop it sounds it was a good one.
To: Natasha great story about you and Brooke it sounds like you both really had to go.
Well thats all for now .
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Jik
pooping reader
hi im a dude thats never posted before i just feel like doing it now for some reason as i sit here on my throne... the only time i come on here is when im poopin, sometimes it takes me a while to go so i need some good reading material and what better than this site. right? im takin a poop right now, and its a good one. its takin a while but its a good while cause every few minutes i get a good one to exit, not too big, not too small, just right. of course a few farts in there too. and i suppose u would like to know how it smells... it smells like green plums hahaJanna
Going in the Mens Room
I'll start with my most recent experience. Due to my job, I often travel to other offices. The office I was at on this day was a fairly small professional workplace with a mostly male staff. As I was getting started and speaking with some of the employees, I felt some movement in my bowels signalling my morning dump was imminent. I politely asked one of the workers where the restroom was, and she told me that the Ladies' Room on this floor was out of order, but that there was another restroom in service on the second floor. As she pointed toward the closed first floor restroom, I couldn't help but notice that the Men's Room did not have the same "Out Of Order" sign on the door. I decided to make this interesting.I walked back towards the restroom and paused in front of the closed Ladies' sign, and then looked around like I was at a loss. I then made my way over to the Men's Room. I partially opened the door to peak inside before knocking and asking if anyone was in there. Unfortunately it was empty. I still had to answer nature's call so I went inside. There were two urinals, and two stalls, the last being a handicap. The bathroom looked very clean but there was a faint poop smell lingering from a previous user. I went back to the handicap stall and arranged some tissue on the seat before lowering my pants and sitting. I began to pee first. I then let out an airy fart and slowly allowed my poop to ease it's way out of me. I wanted to take my time hoping some nice business man would be joining me soon. I had let out two logs and then a little more pee. I was finished and quite relieved, so I wiped and flushed but remained seated for a few minutes longer just in case I had company. It was then that I heard the muffled voices of two men speaking outside the door. The restroom door opened but from the sound of it only one of the men was coming in. He began walking towards me and as the door closed his pace seemed to quicken. I was in luck as he opened the stall door right next to me. I don't believe he saw my pumps on the floor in his haste. He unrolled some toilet paper and must have wiped off the seat before unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks slide down to his shoes. He then turned and sat on the toilet seat and immediately let off a high pressured fart. His piss started first and he let out a sigh. It soon slowed to a trickle. I then heard the sound of a newspaper being being opened. Then a wet sounding fart. I heard my neighbor exhale a slight groan that was greeted by another wet sounding fart. After another push I heard the unmistakable crackle sound of his first shit on its way and then a small splash. I assumed it was a large one that had already been mostly submerged in the water. He turned the page of his paper, then grunted again. Another turd started to make its way out with a moist fart and then more crackling. Ploop. Another long one. Then more crackling and a splash as it must have been smaller than his previous efforts. After that was silence for a few minutes with the occasional crinkle of pages being turned. I took the opportunity to lean forward and see what I could make out from under the stall. Black dress shoes, black slacks, with a black belt and white boxers. He must not be one for excitement. As I was peering under the stall he shuffled his feet in closer and let out a louder grunt as he began bearing down. He then let out what had to be a ten second long sputtering wet fart. It was music to my ears. Another shart. And then more crackling started with some farts mixed in. The smell was becoming very ripe. His shit must have become much softer as it sounded like his poop was breaking apart as it came out. He strained again but this time only farts. They still sounded a little wet. He then began to unroll a great amount of toilet paper. I believe he wiped about 10 times. Sounded like he must have had a pretty dirty asshole. He then got up pulling his slacks back up, buckled his belt and flushed the toilet. As he left the stall and started towards the sinks I thought it might be a good time to make my presence known. I quickly stood up and pulled up my pants and tucked my blouse in. I flushed the toilet to announce myself and opened up the stall door. At the sinks was a man in his early 30s, clean shaven with styled brown hair and brown eyes that looked at me in shock as I approached. As I came up beside him I said "Good morning!". He blushed and lowered his head replying "Good morning." as he was washing his hands. I turned on my faucet and told him the Ladies' Room was closed and I hoped he didn't mind that I was in there. He shook his sweet red face and told me that it wasn't a problem. When he was drying his hands I could detect a bit of his scent still lingering on his clothing. He then made a hasty exit, obviously embarrassed. I saw him a few more times throughout my time there and he always seemed a little embarrassed when he returned my glances.
I will some of my other experiences when I get a chance. Hope you enjoyed this one.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Megan
Natasha- Lots of girls held in their poo at my school too, but I think the boys would have been surprised at how many didn't! Sounds like you had a relieving poo at your friends.
Melissa K- Sounds like an urgent poo you had while skiing! I wish there was a ski resort an hour's drive from me!
I'm back at university now and studying for my exams which start soon. Today I went to one of the study rooms to do some revision. I took some sandwiches which I ate while I was working. After eating I needed to go do a poo, my first since Sunday. I made my way to the loos which were near the cafe and so quite busy, especially just after lunch. The two cubicles were taken and just as I arrived one opened up and a girl went in, leaving one girl waiting who I joined. She was wearing a skirt and looked like she had to go. By now I did too, my poo was pushing quite hard. After waiting for a minute another girl joined the queue behind me. As it turned out we were all waiting to do our number twos. The girl who I had seen go in came out after weeing and the girl ahead of me went in, but the other girl was pooing too and taking her time.
I heard the other girl pull up her skirt and sit on the loo. She farted and I heard three quick plops from her. The other girl was quiet. Five minutes passed with a few plops from both girls and me and the other waiting girl getting more urgent to go! The first girl came out a minute later and I went in. There were still a couple of stains from her poo in the bowl. I pulled down my jeans and green knickers and sat down. Next to me the other girl was still pooing. I saw her white knickers were halfway down her legs and she had hitched her skirt up. I pushed out my first two pieces as she wiped herself and flushed. The other girl went in and I saw her lower her jeans and red knickers to her feet. She did a wee and then we both puhed out a piece together. Another followed from her and I did a fourth. A few minutes passed and I produced two more turds and she did three. By now someone else was waiting so I quickly wiped my bum and left to get back to studying!
PPG
Dropping turds next door to another guy doing the same
Like Anonymous guy, I too love the sensation of working on a firm thick log and all the pleasure it gives me. Especially good to have a guy sitting in the next cubicle and knowing that both of us can hear each other's loud plops! I remember once sitting on a toilet wanting to shit, but I knew there was another guy in the next cubicle who was not making any sounds. There was some vehicle outside the toilets with its engine running, and I wanted to wait till it had gone before I began plopping. The vehicle went, and it was all quiet in the toilets, so I began plopping. The guy next door started to do his own shit, and it was as if both of us were alternating, one plopping, then the other guy. It was great! Unfortunately, although I tried to time so that we both flushed at the same time afterwards and see each other as we left our cubicles, he was that bit ahead of me and so I don't know who he was. Anyway, it was a nice male bonding of the most intimate form as both of us just sat on our toilets dropping our turds in full knowledge of what each other was doing.Observant Guy
Left a Surprise
Hello everyone,I have another story about my neighbors. I got a treat yesterday, being that my wife had to work late yesterday. well today I was expecting her home at dinner time. I got home around 430pm and I didn't see Evelyn or Adrianna's cars in the lot. I kept a periodic lookout for Evelyn so that I might have a chance to listen to her pooping again.
I must have had the TV up too loud because I didn't hear Evelyn's car horn signaling the arming, however I did hear the door slam. I muted the TV as soon as I heard the slam…
When I started to track the footsteps, I thought they would be headed to the master bathroom, but they stopped short. They stopped in the hallway bathroom. I looked at my watch knowing that Adrianna arrives home at about the same time. I thought to myself that this time I was gonna have another listen to Adrianna.
She lifted up the lid. which I now realize is kept that way to keep her dog out. The downstairs neighbors started to argue, there was a heavy bassy voice, but it didn't block out the pitter patter of pee splashing into the toilet. The arguing commenced and the bathroom next door got quiet. Then I heard Adrianna sigh and grunt. There was a little bit of a very muffled plop. I listened with more intrigue and as I heard Adrinna getting the toilet paper she needed off the roll. Sounded like she used alot.
The couple downstairs stopped arguing, and the toilet flushed. Adrianna left the bathroom after washing her hands.
Right after Adriana left her bathroom, I left my I decided to get some fresh air and take the trash out. When I got outside, I looked around the parking lot. To my left outside the door was Evelyn's car. I looked down the rest of the lot and did not see Adrianna's car…
NO f'n way I thought... Evelyn must have had to go really bad, because she just pooped in Adrianna's bathroom. I tried to look again. But as I was walking to my car, I saw Adrianna pulling into the lot. She pulled up right next to my car and she got out and said hello. We talked for a second and headed inside. I proceeded to my bathroom when I got back in my apartment. I couldn't take up any more time because my wife came home.
She headed straight for our master bathroom and proceeded to take her evening poop. I saw the skidmarks later when I went to pee.
All I could think about was the funk that Adrianna must have walked into. Other than the obvious, I wonder why Evelyn pooped in Adrianna's bathroom?
what a surprise that must have been to smell that.
Happy pooping for all.
Observant Guy
fernando
Hey everyone. First to answer the questions posted by Jhonny: The time I crapped in the shower during gym class, I did not pee. I only pooped. As for your second question, yes I have pooped in the urinal before. I have done this twice. I love it. It feels naughty because you know someone could walk in and you'd get in trouble. One time I did this as a freshmen in high school. I had been holding in a huge poop all day and wanted to let it out but I wanted to have fun doing it. I hung out in the hallway and waited until everyone was in class and no one was in the hallway. Then I went to the bathroom. I felt nervous but also excited as I pulled my pants down and squatted my big Mexican butt over the urinal. I farted a few times and then slowly plopped out several mushy logs. I stopped being nervous and started to relax. I waited a few minutes to see if there was any more poop. I pushed and a little more came out. Then I quickly ran into the stall to wipe my butt. After I was done, I pulled my pants up, walked out of the stall and went back to the urinal to admire my work. There was a big stinky brown load just sitting there in the urinal. I kept wondering what the janitor would think when he saw it.
Sandra
To Katie
Katie, I hope you get to run into this man again. as It turns out Sean and I have been together for two years now, I still have not told him My witness account of him in the woods but have seen him in the bathroom many times since as we are very open about our bathroom habits. it really turns me on when he has to desperately take a shit. Try to get to know this man as it may turn out to be something much more than you bargained for!Red
Shift work
Ugh. Part time hourly shift work is the worst, when it comes to constipation. If you have to take a dump on the clock, too effing bad. And the schedule varies wildly from day to day, so establishing a routine is impossible, not to mention the fact that I don't get to drink enough water on the clock.In a nutshell, I'm constipated! I haven't pooped in about 4 days, which was normal for me once upon a time, but for the past few years any longer than 2 was unusual. I was finally able to pass a couple of small, very hard turds just a few minutes ago, but it was very difficult even being in a squatting position. I was nude, squatting on the toilet, and pushing harder than I care to. I felt my anus opening to a painful diameter as a thick, nobbly turd began to sloooowly come out. And every time I stopped pushing, back in it went. Finally I wrapped some toilet paper around my hand, pushed, and gently grabbed a hold of the end of the shit and slowly pulled. Eventually I got it out, and it was disappointingly small. I pushed for another couple of minutes only to drop a similarly small shit. I wiped (clean! I do love a no-wiper), flushed, and got off the toilet.
So unsatisfying. I know there's a ton more where that came from, but I'm hoping that maybe having unblocked the end, the rest will be easier to push out later in the evening. One can always hope, right?
Melissa K
Huge poo while skiing
The rest of my burrito came out in dramatic fashion on Saturday at (you guessed it) a ski resort. The same one from my accident in December. Luckily I didn't poop my pants completely this time, although I came close!I still felt kind of sick for the rest of the week after my mini accident, and I couldn't poo no matter what. I tried eating large quantities of vegetables, fruits, and fiber, but nothing would budge. I didn't want to take a laxative, though. My mom, dad, and I left for a ski resort an hour or two away on Saturday morning, and I had no urge to go whatsoever. I hit the slopes at about noon, and my stomach started hurting. I farted to relieve the pressure, and I was fine for most of the afternoon.
When it got dark, snow came down really hard, and it was hard to see where you were going. Also, gas began building up in my belly, and I knew I should hold it in otherwise I might start pooing. Halfway up the lift, I was in pain, and I put my hand over my butt and let out a soft, continuous hiss of gas from my butt. Now that I knew I wasn't gonna poop, I pushed more gas out. Oh it felt so good! When I got off the lift, I skiied down a hill and got in line to go back on the lift. I felt a bit uneasy, and right when I was next in line to go on the lift, I knew I had to poop right then and there. I asked the attendant if I could leave the line, and he said no that I had to go up the lift. Some guy in his 20s was next to me on the lift, and I was doing everything I could to hold back from totally pooping myself. Even as I squeezed my butt together, a constant hiss of gas came out from my butt hole. My belly started cramping, and then the lift stopped. Of course. I sat down firmly on the lift so nothing could come out too far. When it moved again, I felt a bit better and got off the lift at the top. I skiied really fast down a hill and to the lodge. I got my skis off, put them on the rack, and went into the ladies bathroom. I pulled down my ski gear, and sat on the toilet. A smooth, thick turd oozed from my butt into the toilet, and the relief I had was unbearable. I swear I was on the verge of having an orgasm as the turd came out! It just kept coming, and finally broke off after having curled around the bowl. I wiped and admired my masterpiece. The first turd was 2 inches wide and 8 inches long, and a slightly narrower turd, maybe 1.5 inches, curled around it. I decided to leave my creation for someone else to see ;)
Love, Melissa <3
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Shelly yeah porta potties suck and great story about your poop it sounds it was a pretty good one and I look forward to your next post thanks.To: Tina great story its sounds you a nasty time and no TP I hate that and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Jas great story about seeing your aunts poop.
Thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
oldpoop
Portapotties
To Shelly: I certainly sympathize with you about your bad experience with portapotties. The fault, though, is not with the toilets, but with the users. If the persons using the facility had done so properly, there would have been no problem. Men should raise the seat to urinate, just as at home or anywhere else (often there is a separate urinal off to one side; there is no excuse for having a seat spattered with pee, let alone poop). If that is done, any subsequent user can lower the seat, sit to poop or pee, and still leave the seat clean. Obviously, with a big crowd and many users, the tank below the seat will eventually fill, and the place will become smelly; but a bare minimum of thoughtfulness will at least leave the seat usable for the next person. The portapotty itself is merely a tool; it is careless users that are horrendous.Medium-Size Al
Had the weirdest experience yesterday on a flight. I was just traveling from my old midwestern college to my current hometown, and on the plane, my bowels were feeling really full. But I hate shitting in airplane johns, and I felt like I could hold it. Anyway, I finally got into an airport men's room during the layover. You know that rhyme, "Here I sit, broken-hearted, tried to shit but only farted?" Well, yep. I just cut these machine gun farts into the bowl, but no poop. I felt like something was in my rectum pushing out, but I just could not get it out. This continued all layover--like three times I went into the bathroom, and each time, just PBT-PLP-PRT-BRRT, but no solids. It was so peculiar, as I'm very rarely constipated; normally I poo average size, softish movements once or twice per day, unless I've eaten something that bothers me, in which case I shit a lot more (not watery diarrhea, but big fluffy quick poops). And when I finally pooped, it wasn't hard at all, just my normal load. What the hell, body? Has something like this ever happened to any of you folks?
Also, a few comments.
Fernando: Back in HS, I was totally the king of farting in class. I just did not give a ????.
Shelly: My god, what a horror story about that porta-potty. I feel like I'd have to try hard to repress laughter if I witnessed that, though. And I know the workout poop well. I swim for fitness (though moving to a new town has not done great things for my exercise schedule) and normally just about my last few laps I start 'blowing bubbles,' if you know what I mean. And I agree about pooping in public or outdoors. There's just something about knowing that there could be witnesses that's so liberating, like 'no, random stranger, I have nothing to hide."
Anthony: Oh, boy, I'm in the same boat regarding a fetish for seeing women on the toilet. For me, it's not really about the bodily function itself, actually, just that the intimacy of seeing such a private moment is a major turn-on for me. My previous GF and I would pee together all the time, but we never breached the poo barrier--mostly because I graduated about 7 weeks after we got together. But that's a whole big pile of metaphorical shit, and this site deals with the literal sort.
Lily-May: Hoo boy, what an embarrassing thing to happen. Talk about bad timing. Michael sounds like he was really sweet about it though.
Natasha
Megan: Sounds like a very urgent, but relieving poo you had at the shops. I'm also not surprised that the other girl seemed very desperate and had marks in her knickers. I know that a lot of the girls at my school will not poo at school. And if I feel the need after lunch, I usually just hold it as well. Then by the time I get home, I'm very desperate and often have marks in my knickers.
Abbie: Good to hear you're doing well with having a poo fairly regularly. I've been avoiding getting badly constipated, but I certainly wouldn't mind if I could poo more often. Since school is back on, I've fallen back into my usual routine. I try to go for a poo at lunchtime if I feel even the slightest need, but a lot of times the urge comes after lunch. Which, as I said in my comment to Megan, means I have to go very bad by the time I get home after school.
On Friday, I stayed over at Brooke's house. In the evening before bed, we were watching a film. About halfway through, I began to feel a need to poo. I hadn't been in a few days, so I knew it would take me a while. I didn't want to make Brooke wait so I just held it. The need grew stronger but I managed to make it to the end of the film.
As soon as it was over, Brooke said she needed the loo quite badly. I told her I did as well. She put away the film and grabbed her nightie before heading to the bathroom. I grabbed my nightie and followed her. I told her I needed a poo and asked if I could go whilst she changed. She said it was fine.
We went in together and she removed her trousers and lowered her pants as she sat on the toilet. She weed fiercely for a short while, then wiped and flushed. As she began to change, I took off my trousers and lowered my pants and sat on the toilet. I weed briefly and began to poo. Even though I had been desperate, I needed to give a small push before my poo started to come out. Several poos came out quickly and the smell of my poo was quite strong.
I blushed and said sorry. Brooke said it was no problem. I pushed another few pieces and then I was done. I wiped a lot before I felt clean and flushed. By then Brooke was brushing her teeth. I started to change into my nightie as she finished brushing. She left the bathroom and I brushed my teeth before returning to her room for bed.
John H
Comments and an old story
Hey all.I have just remembered an old story from when I was a child that I'm going to share.
First though some comments.
@Shelly, hey I agree that port-a-potties sure can be disgusting places, especially if they are at a music festival. Sounds like you were better off heading for the woods. I remember one festival I was at a few years ago and a large group of people knocked over one of the toilets while there was a person in it. I felt so sorry for the poor person that was trapped in there. The security kicked the people out that done it as far as I remember. That really sounded like a very enjoyable dump you took. Looking forward to reading more of your posts.
@Rylee, Hey and welcome to the site. I just want to say that I really enjoyed your story. It was very well written so you should have a bright future as a writer ahead of you. I'm really looking forward to reading more of your stories.
@Katie, Thanks for your comment. Hope you will post more stories soon.
@Isabelle, Thanks for sharing your story with us. I enjoyed reading it so I didn't mind if it was a repost.
@Anthony, Hey. Really enjoyed the story of you getting to see your aunt on the toilet. Sounds like a memory you will have for a lifetime.
That's all the comments for now I think.
This story is one I had totally forgotten about and it only came back to me recently.
When I was a child there was a family that lived next to me and I was always in their house and they were always in mine. There were three girls in the family and one of them was my age with the other two beeing a little older than me. Actually as far as I remember one of my first posts on here was about one of the girls. She would always let me come to the toilet with her and that's partly where my toilet interests began I think.
Anyway One day when I was around 7 or 8 me and the three girls and some other friends were in the shed behind the girl's house. For some reason the oldest girl who would have been 10 or 11 made me and two other guys there pee in a large plastic container, this would have held a lot of liquid. I didn't mind as I thought it was just part of a game. She would ask us if we had to pee, and when we did we would stand around the container and pee in it while the girls watched.
Then the oldest girl gave us water to drink so that we would have to pee again a little while later. As far as I remember her parents found the container almost full of pee in the shed a few days later. She must have had some explaining to do haha.
That's my story, sorry some of the details are not clear in my mind as it was many years ago when this happened.
That's all for now.
Take care all,
John H
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Shelly
Port-a-Potties are horrendous
We all know about them. Whether it's a certain camping spot, an outdoor concert, a construction site, you name any place with no facilities nearby, you eventually have to deal with them. And are they ever terrible!Once, when I was at an outdoor concert during the summer, I felt the need to take a piss, so I went to the row of these hideous things. I opened the door and bolted out 5 seconds after what I just saw: piss splattered and shit smeared on the seat, and the urinal filled with used tampons soaked in piss. Flies were hopping all over, so I just said to myself "screw this" and ran out to the woods instead. I wasn't alone as I saw a multitude of squatters and standers, most with puddles underneath, but even a few braved it out and laid some turds. I don't blame them for their lack of privacy; sometimes it's best to expose yourself rather than deal with unsanitary conditions like that.
However, that wasn't the worst that happened during that very day. A few younger kids, about 17-18 or so, were standing outside a porta potty that was actually separate from the line I mentioned earlier, which was actually nearby a booth that sold overpriced bottled water and snacks. They were rocking it back and forth to hassle the poor person that was using it. While security managed to rush toward the scene to kick them out, it was too late. The porta-potty tipped over and hit the ground on its left. The person unlatched the thing, all covered in blue water and liquified human waste, humiliated and completely in tears. It turned out to be another security guard, and from what I heard, the guard riled the boys' attention because he confiscated their alcohol from home. He was immediately walked off to get cleaned up. Truly mortifying.
On a lighter note, I took a really nice, fat shit today. I got home from work with that urge and proceeded to the bathroom. I pulled my black pants and thong down and sat, letting out a moderate pee stream for a few seconds. Then, my ass opened up and let out two thick logs that pleasured my anus and made some quiet splashes due to their length. Probably about 13 inches for the first one and 8 for the second, both slightly over 2 inches wide. Those are the best, and they're the best to show off when pooping in front of friends. Sadly, I did it alone and just flushed the damn thing while spraying some air freshener afterwards.
I hope to let off another big one like that soon. I just know that I'm not doing it in one of those filthy porta potties!
Tina
Noisy Soft Poop
I was at the mall with my boyfriend when i felt this cramp in my lower belly. I knew i needed the toilet. My belly rumbled loudly and i stopped walking. He asked me , "whats wrong?". I told him my stomach hurts. He asked where and i rubbed where it hurt. "Do you think you need to poop?" he asked. "Uhhmmm..." i was going to say something but then my belly rumbled again and i felt a big build up of pressure at my butthole. "Yes! ill be right back!" I said and walked off quickly to find the closest toilet. I found the malls bathrooms but they were quiet busy, i got inside and stood in a short line. While i was standing there, my belly moaned loudly and i felt more movement going towards my butthole. I clenched it as tight as i could. I rubbed my rumbling belly as I desperately waited for a stall to open. I felt like i couldnt wait any longer so when the next stall opened up, i just cut infront of two other women and ran straight in and slammed the door. I didnt mean to slam it but at the moment i wasnt paying much attention, i just needed to poop very bad. I pulled now my shorts and panties and sat on the toilet, my cheeks spread so my butthole was now directly over the water ready to release. I finally relaxed and a gassy blast of air came out with the first semi-hard log of poop. After the biggest one was out, i pushed and farted very loudly. It sounded terribly wet and was very smelly. Soft poop started to shoot out of my butthole, making it so dirty around it. I farted again, louder than the first time and i heard people say "ewww" . I didnt care though, i was relieving myself. The wet soft runny poop continued to drop out my now poop covered butthole. I let out one more fart while pushing to check if i had anymore poop. I looked around and there was no toilet paper or toilet cover seats i could wipe my butthole with. My poor butthole was covered in poop and there was nothing i could do about it. I flushed and pulled up my panties and shorts, washed my hands and left.Rylee
Replies and Comments
Wow. I was hesitant about posting comments in the meantime since I wasn't sure how my first post would be accepted, but all of you surely can make a girl feel welcome! All of the comments and replies were very sweet, and thank you for reading!Megan, thank you for the welcome, and I'm glad you liked my post! I've read some of your stories too and I adore the ones with you shopping, since I'm loving going in public restrooms with others around. If I'm in a middle stall with women on each side, that's better...if we're all pooping, that's a bonus. I look forward to reading your next one.
Jemma_R, thank you for the compliment! When I was more shy, toilet paper in the bowl would have been sheer genius, although now it seems I like to be "noisier" with others around. As for your upcoming post, that has to be quite a feat--no stalls at all! Aside from some girl scout camp experiences, I don't think I've ever used a restroom without stalls. I am eager to read about your experience, and I'll try to post some camp stories too.
Bill, thank you for the kind words! I write all the time and love to be as descriptive as I can (which comes in really handy for writing about pooping). One good thing about finding this site is that the stereotype I had (which had caused my earlier grief) have become completely shattered. It seems most people think that guys take out ads on billboards to brag about their poop while we girls burn any trace of evidence it ever happened...and heavens forbid if a girl has any interest in pooping! However, I'm finding more and more that that's *not* the case at all, and that's been more refreshing than I could have possibly imagined. It's nice to see there's a healthy mix, with both guys and gals of all ages and locations and backgrounds who have varying levels of comfort on the subject, some having been in the same boat as you and me and can overcome that embarrassment...and even enjoy it! As for more stories, it's a busy school year, but I will definitely be posting again soon.
Brandon T...thank you, and yes, I don't think I had to go again for several days after that! My dumps are usually somewhat bountiful, but not *that* much so, and nothing of that urgent a nature since then (at least not yet).
PN, thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Isabelle and Anne...your posts were a very fun read. I found your accounts of watching your companions' poo coming out to be very intriguing. I've recently fantasized about myself in a situation like that, but with me on--how shall I put it?--the "receiving end" (I must have an exhibitionist streak, even though it's still fantasy at this point as I don't think I have the guts to be *that* brave yet). Also, Isabelle, I love outhouse stories; I've had some opportunities to use outhouses (I was born and raised in Wyoming but moved to the east coast a year ago) and they're always fun. Back when I used them, I too would sometimes go with others around...it was a purely social thing then since I didn't really care about it at the time. Now it would be exciting on a whole new level!
Thanks for the welcome, the comments, and the stories, everyone! I'll post some more as soon as I can. I'll say it again: this site is absolutely wonderful.
Rylee :)
Esteban
Back to Doorless stalls
(Zip, the bidet was in Rome.) Between a heavy workload, travel and cold weather, I haven't been to my favorite men's room in a while. But today I woke up to beautiful warm weather, and decided to go for a morning walk on the beach.I pulled into the parking lot, ditched my sweatshirt - it was too warm for anything more than a t-shirt, and headed for the men's room in the corner of the parking lot before heading off on my walk.
There are two doorless stalls and one was taken, very unusual. He was leaning over, head down, arms on his thighs so nothing showed, and he didn't look up when I looked in. A guy was standing and pissing in the other stall - I don't know why they have to piss in the toilet, I don't shit in the urinal. He saw me waiting, but took his time anyway. Finally, he finished fumbling with himself, zipped up and flushed.
I stepped in, dropped the toilet seat, wiped it down with my antibacterial wipes and sat down. There was water on the floor so I could only drop my shorts and blue-gray boxer briefs just past my knees. I'm not shy, but I didn't want wet pants. I knew I had to go, I could feel it, but it was a struggle to get started, so I pushed hard and grunted a couple of times while guys walked in to piss. I was in the stall nearest the door so they all walked by me. Some looked into my stall, especially when all the urinals were taken. No one said anything; this isn't junior high anymore.
One guy in a white t-shirt and long pants walked by, saw the stalls taken and walked back toward the door. I assumed he headed for another men's room. I finished up with a couple of last pushes. I wiped from behind because with my shorts at my knees I couldn't spread my legs to get in from the front, my preferred method.
I stood up, looked to see several smallish turds in the water, none of them big, but there were several there. I buttoned the fly on my cargo shorts, and as I exited the stall, white t-shirt guy was still there. He rushed into the stall, sat down without wiping the seat or spreading paper and there was an immediate sound of gas and splash. The guy had to go! Too bad he didn't say anything. I could have hurried. (The first guy was still there.) I washed my hands, turned on my music and headed out into the sunshine.
John H
live poop after a night out
Hey all I decided to do a live post as I haven't anything out of the ordinary to post. This dump was taken after a night out with lots of alcohol and takeaway food consumed so I expected a messy dump but it turned out a little different. I had been letting out soft smelly farts all day and after my dinner I could feel the pressure building so I headed for my bathroom.Sitting on the toilet. There is strong pressure on my hole. I'm enjoying holding the load back. It is probly going to be very soft.
Its pressing to get out now.
I'm relaxing my hole.
I can feel it coming it is opening my hole and coming out slowly. Its not as soft as I thought it was going to be. There is some crackling noises. Its getting very wide. The first part broke and splashed into the toilet. The next log is already on the way out its slowing down now as I can feel it getting even wider than the first log. Its stretching my hole and feels so good as it is starting to move quicker now. The largest part is out and its getting softer as it comes out. The second log splashed into the water and the third one is coming out. Its very soft. Pushing the last of it out now. Relaxing for a minute I can feel more poop inside. Going to push a bit, I can feel it coming.
My hole is opening as there is wet sounding farts coming out and some very soft poo follows. I'm still pushing hard now to make sure its all coming out. I can feel some soft poop around my hole. Its going to be a messy clean up. Pushing again more farts and soft poop coming out. There is a strong smell of poop in the bathroom now. I think that's the last of it. It took five large bits of toilet paper to get myself cleaned up.
Feel a lot better after getting that out.
Sorry if it is not that well written I was typing fast as I wanted to write everything down as it was happening.
That's all for now.
Take care all,
John H
Katie
Responses
Hello again everyone! I read some of the great stories you all have posted. I wanted to respond to a few of you as well.To John H: Thank you! I am glad to be here. I really did enjoy the show and I think you might be right on not mentioning anything to him.
To Anne: Thank you for the sweet words and I am glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.
To Janna: Thanks for reading my story! As to the size of his movement; the first log was impossibly long! I would say it had to be well over a foot, possible two feet! The second was about a foot long and the final only a few inches.
I certainly do want to break the ice with him next time I see him. Unfortunately I haven't been to the trail in some time, maybe I will go again soon once the weather warms up.
And please try to post your story again. I would love to read that as well as any other stories you might have!
To Sandra: I read over your story as well. A few times honestly. It is a wonderful story and I am glad to see that I am not the only one who has had this kind of experience. It sounded like Sean had to go as urgently as the man I watched! And he was fortunate enough to have something to wipe with, as I think about the man I watched I wonder how he felt to leave without any kind of clean up. I also have to say I am quite envious as you had the courage to look him in the face and smile at him afterwards. That is a really great story and I thank you for sharing it with us!
Thank you again to everyone and I hope to have more experiences in the future that I might share with you all!
Brandon T
comments & stuff
To: Isobelle as always another great story it sounds like you and your friend both had a great pee and poop in that outhouse i bet you both felt pretty good afterwards to and even if this is a repeat story its still a great story and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.To: AshleyAshley as always another great story it sounds like you had a really good poop even though it was kinda messy I bet you felt pretty great afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Kayla B first welcome to the site and great story it sounds like you had a nasty time but it might end a good thing from the sound of it between you and your crush it kinda brought you closer together which may lead somewhere and please post anymore stories you may have thanks.
To: Ciara first welcome back and great story as always I look forward to reading any news ones you will have thanks.
To: Shelly first welcome back and great story it sounds like you had a pretty good poop in the gym bathroom and it sounds like the toilets are low flow or have a presure problem and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Anthony great story about seeing your aunt pooping it sounds like she really had to go and enjoyed having your company as well please share anymore like that if you have any thanks.
To: Abbie as always another great story it sounds like you and those other women all really had to poop and I bet you all felt pretty good afterwards and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Jas
For Anthony
That was a nice story.When I was around five,I remember when my aunt and uncle and two cousins came over,one was a boy and the other a girl.Well that day I walked in the hallway and the bathroom door was open and I saw the girl cousin on the toilet with her dress pulled up(she was around five also)She saw me,and made the AHEM at me,So I just walked on.She wasn't very much to look at at that time.Any way after I walked past the bathroom,I heard pshh,and another pshh.She left the bathroom without flushing,and I went in there and saw a log and a little broken peice.the turds where brown and soft looking.
Jhonny
Questions for fernando
Fernando I have two questions for you. The first one is did you pee too in the shower of your school and the second one is did you poo in the urinal as I did one time in the bathroom of my school?Thank you for your answers fernando.
Megan
Rylee- Welcome to the site! What a way to break the ice! I enjoyed your story and it sounds like you really blew the place up! If I'm going to be loud I do get embarrassed about it somewhat, but I know everyone has to go and I've heard plenty of other women doing noisy poos so it's ok! Like you I'm not shy about going and I do enjoy hearing or seeing other girls go to some degree, and you're right, it's nothing to be shy about! Looking forward to more posts from you!
Anne- Great story! I've heard about single use toilets set up like that with more than one toilet deliberately, but I've only ever see them in a club I went to once!
I did a normal poo yesterday so whatever affected me on Monday was only temporary, luckily! I'll post again soon once I'm back at university.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
