I really enjoyed your story as I'm also a huge fan of emptying my bladder in interesting places. Yours was especially interesting though and I'd love to get some inspiration from more of your experiences? Im also curious: How did you make friends who share your passion? Was attending a meeting at a hotel lobby and during a break I had to use the restroom for a number 2. To Willa: I was one of those girls and I guess still am who did everything possible to not poop at school or at work, it was difficult because when holding in poop gas would build up and I would have to wait to fart between classes since farting in class is social suicide as is farting in the bathroom speaking of which to any girl or person for that matter who pooped at school my hats off to you, but there is this stigma rightfully or wrongfully that "girls don't poop" and pooping and farting in public is embarrassing to enough but to make gross noises and let out a stinky mess around your peers while puberty is hitting and hormones are raging is really hard. Some girls may have decided to use the nurses bathroom but again the idea of letting out a loud gross messy stinky poop around the nurse and anyone else in the office is super embarrassing. I know everyone poops but at school trying to fit in and not do anything super embarrassing farting and pooping to me is one of the most embarrassing things, peeing was rough but I had to do and managed to do, but I refused to fart and poop at school and still refuse to fart and poop at work because again its people I work with. I basically only feel comfortable farting and pooping at home by myself, I don't want to be that way forever and if anyone has any advice that would be great, but yes Willa I was definitely one of those incredibly shy poopers at school and at work. I really appreciate you taking the time to read my posts here. It really means a lot to me and I will definitely keep posting more in the future. Anyway, I have measured my bladder capacity in the past recently and it stopped at 1600 ml. Which is pretty good for me and honestly is a new record so far. I would like to beat it one of these days and more likely will. At home, three days. Sometimes, though, it is soft enough to break up and that helps. Years ago when I had a period of clogging my parents' toilet my dad taught me "one log--one flush." Flushing a large crap in individual and smaller pieces did work, although it would waste water.

She then responded "Oh. It's you again. I understand. Do you mind if I get my cleaning supplies?" She recognized my voice at this point and knew who I was.I can't really say because, a lot of the times the women restrooms can be worse than the men's. I've used the men's restrooms plenty of time because I couldn't wait for the women's restroom. Hi all. Got up this morning, grabbed my water jar and Walmart bag, put my medications in my Walmart bag, walked to the door, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door, walked outside it, put the flip flops on outside my room, closed the door and walked to the washroom across from my room.

Only disadvantage of messing is the clean up, sometimes when I plan a soft or liquid messing I try to find underwear that I can easily toss out, it's better than washing it a couple of times. Also, I always have a separate set of clothes for my Omo activities, as I'm afraid that I may destroy it, so I use clothes that I can threw out without any regrets. That's why I 'lost' some situations of letting it go in public, just because I was afraid of loss of my clothes. You're welcome and apology accepted. If you keep trying, I think you will eventually reach your goal someday. 900ml is still impressive to me. I usually have to pour out the jug I use for measuring because it only stops at 1000ml. So, I am always stopping and continuing. Maybe a flower vase would work better than that old pyrex jug I have. I sure could use another one, maybe I should do 1000ml in there and move up to my old flower vase I'm not using. I'm very curious about other people's responses to my survey. I know my interest in toilet clogging may seem strange, as it's a nuisance in my own home and quite embarrassing in someone else's. However, it's hard for me to imagine how this can be done and how big the poop must be, because I'm a big man, I eat quite a lot and I've never even come close to clogging the toilet, even after two days without pooping (that's a very long time for me). I certainly wouldn't want each of my poops to clog the toilet, but I'd like to feel what it's like at least sometimes. Does anyone enjoy taking a really big poop? Sometimes I think that if I took a dump outdoors and someone next to me took a much bigger dump, I would probably feel humiliated. Is there anyone on this forum who gets satisfaction from pooping bigger than others or peeing more than others? I got one of my largest pyrex jug that I used to just measure my bladder capacity from the cabinets underneath the bathroom sink trying to beat my record once again. So of course I ended up pouring this jug out into the toilet at least three times since my jug only goes up to 1000ml and I didn't want to measure it completely wrong or cheat in anyway.And I'd like to ask you: may I ask you some questions about your pooping in your childhood next time? It was 2003, senior year of high school. I was at another school for an extracurricular activity with some classmates and a bunch of students from other schools, when a break was called. I drink a lot of water, and as is typical, I was bursting for a pee. I also hadn't pooped yet that day and was gassy as a result.

I flushed the toilet, and it surprisingly went down, but it had left a bunch of gnarly brown smears all over the toilet bowl, from the drain all the way to the rim, and the remaining water was brown and full of chunks. I flushed again. And again. The streaks remained although the water in the bowl was now clear. It felt way less embarrassing when having a "pooping" partner. So I was really glad that the other lady had to too.However, at about 2:30 as we were watching football, I knew I was going to have to poop at least a little bit. I know my sister-in-law had gone in for a good 10 minutes, so I felt okay to go. I waddled over to the Mens' room, content in the knowledge I'd have the place to myself. I took the first stall, dropped my pants to my shoes, sat down, and didn't even need to push as everything started sliding out on its own. Without a doubt, Sherryl, who sadly doesn't post here anymore, (if you're reading this, I hope you're doing well and will post again!) But especially the contests she's had with her friends!

My run finished well, but as I though my hole felt a little itchy for the last mile. It was all good as I was ready for a nice shower.I'm a 28 year old female professional. My thoughts about using public toilets and relieving myself varied from when I was a young child and usually with my parents away from home, to when I was in a large middle school and even larger high school and I had to maneuver into a toilet opportunity without getting a teacher upset about missed class time, to when my family moved to the other side of the country and I was forced to abandon what my mom had taught about not sitting directly skin-on a public toilet seat. But sometimes things are not as the seem. The walls and doors seemed to be supper thin because I could here everything from the other stalls. The last time I have experienced such things was during my time in the states where the toilets are different. Today I have my own apartment and when I go to the doctor's office I make sure to give a urine sample if one is needed. If one is not needed then I ask to use their restroom. The whole dump took less than 2 minutes and I felt like a million dollars. Steve cleaned me up and we went to bed. I meet her again at the sinks. We came out of our stalls at the same time. I recognised her as one of the other members from a different company at the meeting.