Something quite a propos just happened to me. I was just doing my business. The guy in the stall next to me was reading a newspaper. Suddenly a portion of his paper flew into my stall from his stall. He made no move to pick it up, although it was in his reach. Was he sharing? It seemed that way... it was like he gave me a section to read. Did he want it back? Was I supposed to pick it up? If I picked it up, was I supposed to say thanks? I decided the best answer was to finish up and leave ASAP. As a shameful shitter, avoid bathroom conversation is always the best strategy.

Actually, I don't mind doing the download when people are in the bathroom. As long as there's a closed stall door 'twixt me and other bathroom participants, I'm good to go. Along this line, if I walk in and see someone is "reading the sports pages", I try to identify them by their shoes. I am, though, a big opponent of any form of communication in the bathroom, particularly while "in process". Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't even acknowledge me, and I'll do the same. We'll talk at the water cooler, buddy. Keep your "hi how are ya" to yourself for now.

The only POSSIBLE exception to this would be the hand-washing phase at the end, but only if BOTH parties are hand-washing.

I dont mind dumping at work. One of my coworkers and I have contests on who can stink up the bathroom the worst. At first people were kinda grossed out about it but after a while they came to accept it as a part of my daily routine.

"KInda" is NOT a real word.

Thank you Mr. English genious. I appreciate it.

What a relief, I thought I was the only one. I find going to the bathroom at work to be much more challenging than work itself. Upon entering the bathroom, I unwillingly transform into General Buck Turgidson and assess the current situation (while muttering "You can't shit here! This is the war room!"). Where is the enemy? In the stall..at the urinal...at the sink? If a person exists anywhere in the bathroom other than a stall, I quickly make for the sink and do the washing-the-hands-for-no-reason trick. Thus, I wash my hand about six to seven times a day and incidentally, have very clean hands. If, however, there is an occupant in the other stall (we only have two), then I will very quietly go in, line the seat with about five layers of toilet paper, and as quietly as I can, take care of business. I also try to keep my feet as far away from the side of the stall that is adjacent to my companion for fear that he will later identify me by my shoes. My time here is spent oscillating between euphoria once my companion leaves, and utter rage at the sound of the squeaking door mocking me by announcing someone's entrance.

CR, you really got it bad. I don't cover the seat, I will just squat over the seat but then I always get that nasty splash on the ass. After hand washing, I do always remember to grab the door knob with a paper towel in hand, some people poop and don't wash.
I have been though that roller coaster of euphoria to rage you speak of, especially after spending alot of time in the stall pushing and then holding!

There is nothing more satisfying that letting one of those hybrid fart/turds go and hearing the guy (or girl) in the stall next to you attempting to hold back a giggle.
Poop on people.

I once was like that, very tentative to go when others were around, but I realized how pitiful that was! Real men don't give 2 shits (no pun intended) who's at the urinal or who sees them go into a stall. Everyone poops! It is a fact of nature, I even bought my 4 year old a book titled "Everyone Poops". But here is some helpful advice for those tentative poopers. Try to get some trusted co-workers to go in the bathroom together to poop at the same time. This is call PFN "Pooping Friends Network". Remember, there is strength in numbers. Or find a "Safe Haven", a remote bathroom that is not used much by others. If neither of these is an option, just remember that everyone does it. There is a kind of code of silence, no one is going to run out and tell all of your co-workers that you just painted the bowl brown. Shit ON!!!

to the Stainmaster....code of silence my ass !! Where I work, there are many people who are publicly and privately made fun of for habitually stinking up the bathroom or plugging up the toilets. One guy that used to work where I do never flushed the toilet, I think he had some kind of weird fetish in which he wanted others to see his creations. This other guy smokes pipe tobacco outside all day, and you know when he is shitting, he must eat that tobacco or something, what a nasty odor.
I also refuse to get together a "PFN". Pooping is a private and personal thing.

Taking a dump at work is kind of like the first time you go to a porno shop. You're kind of afraid to go at first to go at first because of what people will think, but then you realize that everyone is there for the same thing.... whether it be the porno shop or the bathroom, everyone is there to acomplish the same goal you are. and to doniker....who ever makes fun of you for crapping at work needs to grow up and get a life.

I used to work at this animation company. The office was really small at the time so any sounds and smells from the bathroom were easily detected. Most of the employees were guys too, so they really stunk shit up. I always felt wierd going in to take a squat because i knew everyone could probably hear me.

one of my coworkers insists on talking to me - i know he must recognize my shoes. i've heard him have cell phone conversations on the shitter as well. that actually helps me, for then i try to fart and splash as much as i can.

dont be so uptight. its only life and everyone has to shit eventually. relax.

I am shameful. When I've gotta go, I do LOVE to go at work because, hey, you cant beat getting paid for dumping! BUT if someone's in the bathroom when I enter, I do the fake hand wash.

I know other people at my job have the same issue, because many times when I do make it in by myself, while going I hear someone enter (I hold everything and quiet down) they'll walk toward the stalls, slight pause, then the sink'll come on.

I always feel victorious when this happens. Like I won because I was getting to dookie and they had to leave.

I'm also the guy who wants to die when the 'old' guys come in and fratta-tat-tat right next to me while i'm alread in there. It is so hard not to laugh.

Well, to conclude, about 80% of the time I'll use my paper towel to turn of the faucet AND open the door on the way out.

Sometimes I feel weird doing that while others are there washing their hands. Dunno why.

I know what a couple of you mean by having to stifle laughter when the guy in the next stall lets one fly. More than once at my former workplace, I've heard what sounds for all the world like a guy exploding in the stall - the blast, the splashes, the echoes, the grunts and the sighs - and have barely kept myself from exclaiming, "My God, man - are you all right?!?!"

The worst for me is entering the bathroom when it smells like shit. I mean you walk in and this green cloud sits hovering over the stalls, and urinals. I usually turn right around and head out the door. I have noticed that others will do the same. Its quite comical cause when its time to drop the big one, people smell it a mile away and back off. What's up with that

People, relax. Live in a college dorm for a while. There is no privacy. Everyone poops, and you have to do it in a public bathroom every single time. Sometimes we talk to each other sometimes we don't. It is just a part of life.

The worst is when I walk into the 2nd floor bathroom and Mr. Netops, Schwarzkopf or (god forbid) Lagerdude have just been in there. What do these guys eat for chrissake?!? Holy fucking cow, it's an environmental hazard in there.

Ohh yes, I've worked up in dat dere 2nd floor. Methinks eet hhas somezing to do wit de fiine Svedish cooking I bring in on de alternating Friday. De las time I brought in me Svedish meetballs... oh wat a bomb did I drop in that pm! I should get ze Nobel Prize for bomb droppings!! HAHA! All your bombs are belong to my pooping!

a word to the wise. when you see the magazine rolled up and clinched with white knuckle heading for the 2nd floor stall (of the NEW building), with an evil, sly, smile - run the other way. "The Knuckler" will get you. And get you he will. Small children have been killed. Old men have been carried off on stretchers. Fallot likes it though.

Blarg blarg blarg you look like poopie sweedish partysnacks. oh it is a nice afternoon. TO EAT CHILDREN!!!! I am melting from the heat of your enormus farts too bad my large butt covers hole toilet you can not hear my large farts - I will blast off.
I am walking to eat you

here i come
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you have upset me I will go eat barnyard animals because I'm not fat enough. you are a cow i will eat you - blarg. You are a pig i will eat you - blarg you are a egg cream i will eat you - blarg. oh no egg cream makes me fart beefy meat. I will balst off.

smell my beefy meat fart

Can somezon pleez tell me... Hhow does one get out ze smel of vaseline and burning skin after de blargy blarg fellow has feeneeshed using ze facilities on ze 2nd flor? Eef eet does no stop, no more of my special meetballs for you!

Hi, I'm your poopy Firewall. Well, what can I say? I've dumped big poopie burbles on the I* all day. My, my - I thought I'd rupture something during that last poop session. It really burned - I can still feel it actually, might have to apply an ice pack or something. Oh well - gotta get back to passing packets instead of poopies.
Later,
Poopy

Hehe, you know, everyone shits, no reason to be afraid? well, irrational fears run deep, whats the worst that could happen? Will someone go around the office saying, "hey, guys, guess what... Donkier SHITS!" I do understand your problem, I used to have it, but I took that big step off the cliff of shame. One day I just sat down, kicked back, and relaxed and shit, and thought, "wow, this is the best of times!" I am leaving the working world no to go to college (I'm 18) so that might be different as far as pooping goes, but still, it's an excuse to get out of class for 5 minutes, or work, or even your own wedding.

man, when the anus calls ......f-the manner thing.......i'm a grandma and bodyly functions ain't what they used to be......i say shit if you gota...

Hey, we're talking a lot about shameless shitting over in the poopreport forums... help us change the world! http://www.poopreport.com/phpBB/viewtopic.php?topic=104

"Pooping Friends Network" ?!?! LMAO!!!!!
That is hilarious!!!!

As for the poopin business, I never go in public washrooms. So damn fithy. And, if I ever have to, I use the ol' "HOVER METHOD" - just hover over the sit, and I place some toilet paper on the seat, just as a precation. You never know, you might loose your balance. Remember, you have to train hard to make sure you're physically fit for this, LOL.

I too like the idea of PFN. It would be a great way of helping others to become shameless shitters. We could pressure Congress to enact a "Poop with a Buddy Day". This would legitimze the Brown Revolution. As Dave would say, "people, we're through the looking glass...."

I was at a synagogue for my cousin's bar mitzvah and after th 3 hours or however long those things are I raced to the bathroom. When I was in there this old jewish guy comes out of the stall and says in an old jewish-guy accent, "Now THAT's the pause that refreshes!"

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Wow...this is such a revelation, I thought I was the only one going thru the daily anguish of attempted and foiled poo forays to the loo at work! I tremble with impotent rage when I've, to my delight, found the loo vacant, get into the stall in record time, make haste to build the requisite nest of tp to perch upon, whip my clothes out of the way and then i hear the dreaded opening of the door and some coworker stops me in mid-deployment and then i have the humiliation of doing the silent i'm not shitting pretence while the person can most certainly tell by the odor (despite the half can of air freshener deployed) exactly what's going on in the silent stall! My pals at work and I have a code of honor, we alert each other when the bathroom reeks like shit to prevent each other from going in and puking from the stench...we have a coworker that's notorious for her Havana Omelets....the 5th floor ladies loo is notorious for her Krakatoa East of Java explosions....

I enjoy to make animals out of my poo and spend most of my day shaping feces into my favorite celebrities. you should see my marykate and ashley turds!!!

I have a memory from a job I used to have. It was a very large company, with multiple buildings on the campus and thousands of employees. Well for a period of time there was an ongoing happening being done by someone niknamed "the mad crapper". He, we all guessed it was a male but could have been a female just as well, would during the 2nd or 3rd shifts, would randomly take a crap on some office weasles desk.
It would just be dropped right there on top of the desk in the center. There was no apparent rhyme or reason to his droppings..there wasn't just certain departments he did it in or only certain people or any particular days. It was suspected the perp was a member of the security dept. because they had access to all the buildings and such. Any regular joe would be suspect going into areas that they had no real business being in.
After a while the crapping ended but the memory lingered on. And as far as was known, the person was never caught.

And recently where I work now, there is an area just down the street where people put thir used car for sale. Well, a month or so ago someone left their boat there on the trailor for sale. Well it appears the owner has lost interest in his own property, because the forsale sign is long gone, the life jackets are torn and tattered and the boat is filling up with old malt liquor bottles, empty smokes packages, and other refuse. Well just recently someone dropped a bomb on the tongue of the trailer. Very nice. It almost looks exactly like the wild animals do...dropping a load on a rock to mark their territory. There are a number of bums passing by, so the thought is one of those filthy turds dropped his calling card, so the other bums know to stay away. We watch as someone comes to look at the boat and they promptly depart. And now with the rain, the turd is dripping and running down the sides of the trailer. What a work of art.

Ahhhh, Marking your territory!! How primal. The message reads "Stay out of my shitting grounds", and it is so simple to do... shit on a rock, or in this case a boat trailer.

Short and sweet. What kinda pansy ass mother fucker cannot shit anywhere. Pull up your skirts girls and grab your balls for a quick check. You are supposed to be men, yes that's right, M-E-N. You cook outdoors, you use powertools, you like football and you drool at fast cars with lotsa chrome but you can't shit if someone is within 10 feet of you. WTF?!?!? Sounds like you're all a bunch of slack jawed fuckin faggots to me. When I was in boot camp we didn't have a door or walls on our stalls, and every now and then your elbow might touch someone elses. Get over your phobias, for christ's sake, you are supposed to be MEN!!! For those of you shameless shitters out there, SHIT ON!

When I got to go at school I go right away. At my school there are no doors. Everyones gotta go sometime. I tend to get direahee A LOT and I can tell you I poop openly.

Hey Garion, thanks for the Tim Allen bit, incredibly insightful. I was persuaded when you cursed --- to me, cursing always makes the point come across clearer.

Coming from someone who is too afraid to put their email address. I'd say your opinion doesn't matter.

Garion: Wow. I'm impressed. Your command of expletives is rivaled only by your homophobia and lack of respect for others. Thanks for keeping things interesting.

I've had some big shits in my life but I know some who can go the distance. sometimes if I shit and don't wipe properly my ass gets raw and I have to put ointment on it and I can't sleep because it's so squishy

I like to shit a big fat messy one and walk away without flushing so the next person gets a goood look at it and leaves afraid to flush.. what an honor!

At work a defecation is like a little vacation.

I used to be a shameful shitter until going into the military and discovering there were not any stalls in the restroom but 10 commodes lined up on each wall, you learn to first hide your shame by examining the paper after you use it...or smelling your finger and having a conversation with the person across from you, and then one day out of the blue you enjoy the company and the noises and smells...

I love to shit my pants and then go to the bathroom and scoop out the poop into the toilet. It turns me on knowing the boys will smell my ass.

I bet custy is 12 years old. No normal person over 18 would think this comment is even remotely funny. This forum should be adults only...I don't need my time wasted on childish drivel. custy's comment is something I expect to come out of my 5 year old's mouth. Grow up loser.

you're all sick arses, (envy) the poo smell is horrid-but my wife's butt smell-thats cool. ok ok im nutz too

And it continues........

I got to a high school, and I usually quiet down when someone comes in, becuase I don't know who they are. On the other hand, when I'm in the wrestling room bathroom, I know everyone there, and I am shameless. We usually ask each other stuff on the John, "Are you droping a deuce?"

I catagorise my bathroom events thusly.
Lengthy, unbroken deposits are "kielbasas'(Polish for sausage). Smaller and tightly packed are "fists". Dumps are mushrooms. Like the jewish guy in the story way above, a good one is a pause that refreshes.

I call it "punching a squirrel". I also break it down into more concise sub-categorizations: A left hook for example would be a particularily large, heavy sphinctered "blow". A jab might be a quick painful squirt. Haymakers, my favorite, are clean no-wipers.

Punching a squirrel. I have been viewing PoopReport for nearly a year now, and everytime I think I've heard it all I learn something new about our God given gift of taking a good dump.

here's a story.. bathroom's at Walmart stink enough..Anyways I had to pee real bad so I went in and none of the stalls were usefull One has shit in it already and another one was being used..So I waited turn around to podwer my face and this old lady walks in catches the newly emptied stall and she went at it... I COULDNT BELIEVE MY HEARS!!! It was like a hose pipe!!! I thought oh My God!! WHY COULDNT SHE SHIT LIKE THIS AT HOME.....Needless to say I ran out as fast as I could and have made it a golden rule.... Go home to PEE!!!!!!!

THIS PAGE IS SHIT AND IT SUCKS ASS!!!!!!!!!

you think going to the bathroom at work is tough trying crapping in a school bathroom! we get six minutes in between classes to go do our business, and the bathrooms are always crowded. besides that, no one in their right mind would shit there, we all have our image to keep, it sucks being a shameful shitter. i'll make up some dumb excuse to go to the nurses office during class to get enought time to crap peacfully.

I was at the mall with my boyfriend and i realy had to go.I was like i realy want to leave but he was busy looking at videogames. I excused my self and siad i had to freshen up. He said it would only be a minute. but I practically looked like a fool. My stomach was gugliung real bad so i was running to get to the food court toilets. I farted on the way thier and a lotta shit juised out. when i got to the bathroom their i was one stall open i was relieved. I ripped down my pants and stained panties and plopped on the toilet jsut in time to let it all out. i was goign ahhh and ohh realy loudly. but then a few seconds later i noticed the toilet seat cover was down. and i was making a mess. Some lady asked me are you ok because i was moaning i guess. i quickly reached for a wad of paper. i was realy making a lot of noise squirting. i lifted the seat and continued my business.When i was done i was embarrassed the toilet was all brown. i used up the paper wiping. I dint want to put on my panites because they were dirty so i stashed them in the sanitary napkinds bin. and then i had to wipe of my pants as best as i could. I couldnt wipe of my shoes because i ahd on adidas sandals and shit got on my socks. i have ugly feet so i dint stash my socks but if i did my bf would notice anyway. Luckily i had one one of those realy long dress shirt jacket things thats kinda lick a dressy bathrobe on to cover my brown ass. It must have been a half or or more when i came back to se my bf by the videogamestore. He was like what took you so long. i was like. we realy gotta go now ok. he was like yah but i told mindy we woudl meet her hear. i was again persisten at telling him i wanted to go. he noticed i was reaking of shit and i siad look pulling back my jakcet to reviel the shitty ass of my pants. he was like. ok lets get outa here. so we went home. i imagien the person who sees that stall next will be horrified anway a couple months later they tore down that mall and my bf pics on me that i was th eone who stunk the place up so they had to tear it down. man

I at one time was on a wieght loss pill that is
supposed to make all the fats in your system be expelled. I was always a shameless pooper untill the uncontrolable drug. I stole an out of order sign from
the janitor. I would sit with my legs up on the door of the stall (with an out of order sign on it) until the other person would leave and then proceed with the job at hand that happened at least 5 to 6 times a day.
I did loose weight but at what price may I ask you...
The down-right, low-down, lye I was living was not worth the janitors sign or the sick feeling inside that
everyone else knew exactly where I was when I couldn't be found.

"Trying" to read these last 2 posts gave me a fucking headache.....how the hell do these fucking people make it through life without being able to spell and express themselves???

The great thing about public, cubical toilets of today are the extremely loud flushes. In between these flushes I make my endless crapping sounds.
It's hard breaking wind, without breaking out in giggles. One day, I was crapping, and flushing, and the flush seemed to end too quickly, and I was caught in the act. I thought I was alone, till someone giggled and said, "is that really true?
I immediately flushed from embarrassment(my face, not hte toilet) and began to tell a tale of how after your 30th birthday, things really do start to go down hill from there.

I can't believe no one has spoken about messy poops vs. nice, clean, smooth, WIPELESS poops. There is a major difference. Every time I poop I hope for a clean 'plop' instead of a messy 'break-off'. The clean plop requires no more than one wipe(to confirm the pooper of his/her clean anus) while the messy break-off would require many wipes and make a whole lotta paper a whole lot more dirty...write back if you know what I'm talking about...thanks poopers!

I ran into KROGER so fast late one night and had to go....30 seconds to blast off. There was a guy in theother stall smoking a cig....he was a checker for Kroger. I was so fucking pissed. I had to go and had chills on my body. I started cussing about this not being a break room. I went onto the stall and tried to stall a little. Too late! I started unbuttoning my dress pants and got them pass my thighs when I blew a mushy shit all over the floor under the stall wall into his wall and in the crotch of my pants. That guy got out of there so fucking fast!

What a mess!!!!! I had to leave the store with shit smeared all over the seat of my pants!

i am a construction company office manager that works out of a home based business. my boss is an lady in mid 40s. no way am i shitting there. let me be in the field at a home depot and i am as shameless as they come. i try to shit hard and make noise.

I really love to make a production out of shitting at work.

I enjoy straining & groaning to give the impression I'm passing a huge log.

I also enjoy it when I have a good dose of the runs, I love to make those farty squelchy noises & hear people gagging on the stench.

Oh yes, I thinkI can definitely say that shitting gives me a great deal of pleasure at work.

I even once did a "Mr Hankey" & wrote "Hi De Ho" on the wall of the stall with one of my own turds.

i'm definitely "shameful" when i'm downloading in familiar territory (work, a public toilet that i frequent, etc). i'll do the fake handwash, fake pee...all the classics. also, i won't read a paper or anything like that b/c i'm too busy taking in everything going on around me. "are the cracks between the stall and door wide too wide? what if somebody makes eye-contact? did that person who came in a minute ago leave already? b/c i can't leave the stall until he's gone." etc...

and i hate losing the race against the guy next to me. the fact that he's even next to me means either 1) he came in after i was already there b/c i wouldn't normally sit next to someone or 2) i really had to go and sat next to him anyway. if it's the former, then i already have a head start on him and it hurts my pride to lose. if it's the latter, well then, i'm at a disadvantage and i wait it out. but i'm not happy about it. i feel so cowardly. i'm 6'6" and my entire head rises above most bathroom stalls. so picture me standing up but all hunched over so as not to reveal my identity to anyone. it's humiliating.

as for finding a secluded refuge at work, that can backfire. the more intimate the setting, the more embarassing it will be if (when) you get busted. i find that using the largest bathroom is best. lose myself in the bank of 10 stalls.

in airports or places i know i'll never be again: i couldn't care less. they could have those crappers like in "Full Metal Jacket": a line of 'em side by side with no walls or doors. wouldn't bother me. i'll never see any of them again.

sorry about the rant. and sorry if i ripped anybody off from a post they made in here before me. i'm new to the site and haven't had the chance to read every single thing.

My butt will not release its contents in a public place, kind of like a shy rectum.

Let me tell you a story about pooping at work. My road to "shameless" dumps is progressing slowly, but here's how it goes...

1. No way, never would I take a dump! I'll dump at hom on my lunch break because I live close to my work.

2. Well, I moved 50 miles away from work. No longer do I have the option of going home for lunch. I decide to wait until I get home. Not fun!

3. This doesn't work, I progress to sitting on the toilet at work. I won't go unless the place is empty.

**NOTE- I stayed in level 3 for a long time**

4. I'm getting more used to taking dumps at work, but progress to only letting the goods go when people are in the bathroom peeing or when flushing is occuring.

5. Tides have changed! I am working for a new company on second shift. Now there is a 95% chance of an empty bathroom, so in a way, I've digressed.

*SIDENOTE* Have you ever held in your farts until the last man left the bathroom, and as soon as he was out the door, you let er go? I do, but never really thought others did until last week. I had to pee, washed my hands and as the door was still closing as I exited a guy let one rip really loud. It made me laugh because the door was 1/2 open and the b-room is right by the cafeteria and a *LOT* of people were near the bathroom. May the Lord have mercy on that man's soul!

Oh I just remembered, I timed it one day and figured taxes and whatnot... I made something like $3.24 to take a dump. I e-mailed my wife to tell here the good news! Corporate America is just wonderful!

By 6 - 7 p.m. I'm always ready and waiting for my main daily dump, trouble is if I'm in our other office about 90 freeway minutes away I have to do it there. But that's just the time when the cleaners are coming around and there's a long time-window when I really can't use the place because she is in there or might go in there. She takes a long time to clean and I need about 20 minutes. It would be too embarrassing - the cleaner is a nice shy Russian-or-something woman. So I take the elevator to the basement and use the single closed toilet down there. If I'm seen on the way down there or by other cleaners in the basement I feel like I'm doing something shameful... I really enjoy using the office toilets on Saturdays when no-one else is there and I can leave the door wide open. Then I often jerk off in there too. Call me a coward...

I had to get over being a shameful shitter quick and extremely. Once I was hiking on a faint trail when suddenly I just had to take a dump immediately. I ran and barely made it without muddying my panties to what looked like a secluded spot well enough off the trail to be suitable for dropping my load. I hurriedly lowered my pants and squatted, then finding the dump to be one of those, though of enormous urge, rather stiff and slow to creep out. Just when the turd was half-way in and half-way out so I couldn't move without squishing it all over my ass, I discovered that, as it turned out, I was in a horseshoe bend of the trail. My "secluded spot" turned out to be a place where the faint trail had doubled back, and my bare pooper sporting that humongous half-shat "log" was just two feet from the trail. The way I learned it was from the sudden chatter of a group of four hikers, two guys and two girls, almost upon me by the time I was aware of them, just when they couldn't miss my bare buns and the enormity of their unloading cargo. There were amused giggles, one cry of , Oh, excuse me, ma'am,

a "golly" and an "oh, shit!" (well, duh!). Seemed maybe one member of the party paused to stare, others hurried by, without my noticing who was who. Funny part was, as they walked on they talked rather unabshedly, the girl voices being the more uninhibited ones. One said, "What a dope!", for example, but it was the guys who tried to bring some decorum to the situation. One kind of said in an embarrased voice, "Let's get on, she's been bothered enough" and the other said kind of hushed but still audible, "Yeah obviously the poor girl had to go really bad. Could've been any of us.", at which one of the girls blurted out loudly, "At least I'd get off the trail for God's sake". With the girls ridiculing me loudest, I decided surprisingly that it's guys who tend to have a bit more tact about such things. Weird as it might be to admit it, I actually got a bit turned on by being seen, especially since it was a big and healthy dump!

You talk about taking shit with everyone else but yet you are scared to take a shit in a stall. Hmmm don't know what to make of this.

I'm definitly a Shameful pooper. It is so hard for me to go in public/work. Since I live so close to work, if I really had to make a deposit, I'd drive home.

But, we all know sometimes we can't hold it that long, so I wait or hold on till its about 3 or 3:30 pm. The restrooms are usually empty at that time. If they're all occupied, I'd just grim and bear it, waiting to get out of work and flying home. The way my luck is I always get stuck in traffic.

It depends on where I am, but yes I have taken a huge poo at work before, there was nobody else there. It felt so relieving to poo. I guess that is the upside of working with only 2 other people in a store. Except when there are customer in the sore than you have to hold it. I fart freely at work too. Shameless farter I guess

I have to poop scoop my dogs poop.

SUPER DUPER!!! PLEASE PUT ME ON YOUR MAILING LIST.

Amazed at so many being so embarrassed at being heard on the toilet having a shit! Why? You sit on the toilet to let go of your turds, be proud of your manly grunts, farts and splashes! Sound like you're enjoying it. I try and wait until someone can hear me shitting, it's great to know they can hear a guy dropping his turds and being proud of all his toilet noises!

I have no problem entering a stall and dropping a load, and have even been known to chuckle (to myself) when someone drops some wet farts adjacent to me - BUT - I just have to wait for any lurkers to disappear before I LEAVE the stall ;-)

The other day at work I had to go, as it had been three days since I last fed the toilet. I got there just in time, as I started farting uncontrollably as I was unbuttoning my Dockers. Luckily, no one was in there.

I left one in there that was about 10 inches long, and probably 3 1/2 inches thick, peppered with corn from the evening before. This is a newly built building and new job, and I didn't realize that the toilets were those new EPA approved ones that flush in like two seconds, but have about a 2 1/2 inch hole. There is no way this big dog was going down, and it didn't. So some poor cleaning person had to deal with it.

Why can't they leave courtesy plungers in there?!

This guy should probably be a honorary Poop Reporter. http://www.bullz-eye.com/strauss/2001/051801.htm Lane Strauss is down on shamless shitters.

me and a buddy once knowingly (i think) made some "ex-lax" shakes before a five-hour car trip. We got to about three quarters of the way when we promptly and enthusiastically made for the nearest Jack in the Crack, where we proceeded to do a sort of "tandem-shit" to relieve ourselves. I think I recall that during that time, several people walked in, and promptly turned tail on recieving our stench. Needless to say, that never felt so good!!

My opinion is that everyone has to shit sometime in thier life and why not at work. Just think of it, if your at work and you take a shit, your getting paid to take that big ass shit. Pluss, why stink up your own bathroom?

How do you avoid squishy shits

In school all our stalls had no doors so you had to get pretty used to it at an early age...some of us even talked to one another, it was no big deal. I like shitting in a public mensroom..I like the sounds, smells, etc...it's a great experience if you have to do it..I have a friend, and we sometimes will shit together, and pride ourselves on the stink.

Twice a year a group of us go camping along the Allegheny River in Pennsylvania. We always camp at the same place, and have a "designated pooping area" in a small ravine a couple hundred yards from the camp. Naturally, in the woods, one does not have all the amenities of home - generally you squat, grunt, toot and wipe. One time, somewhere between grunting and tooting, I heard a rustling in the woods nearby like a small animal moving through the brush. Not wanting to share my goodies with the local wildlife, I gave a final push, hastily wiped and pulled up my pants. There, at the lip of the ravine, was a troop of mountain bikers who had picked that convenient moment to pass by the area. After that, I think, I can't have any shame at all no matter where I poop.

I am truly horrible...When I need to take a shit I hold it until I actually get SICK. I refuse to take a shit in a public restroom unless the area is uninhabited and has a lock. If I'm at a friend's house and I need to take a shit, it's even worse! I torture myself til hell's end. I've gotten to the point when I was ready to pass out from the pain of it all. Even if I piss I try to keep it quite and try to hide my feet. If I come across someone coming from the stall after I piss, I get all red faced. I envy those who can actually do this without another thought.

It's shit. You have to go, you enter a stall and squeeze it out. If someone else has a problem with you taking a shit just pick up the log and hurl into their stall. (The jerks!)

There was this one time,in the toilet,with my poopin partner who we shall name MrX (you must have a pooping partner, anyone who goes into battle without backup is a fool in my books).This is how to do it. So these bogs stink as battle commences. Mission 1:- To over power the existing stench and replace it with your own hopefully impessively, more pungent fragrance.Mission 2:- After the gaseous exchange has taken place its time to brace for the first anal contraction(this is where humerous faces are pulled and you aim for maximum trajectory)Mission 3:- This is where the stool is passed.You need to aim for the phesies to hit the very midline of the bowl on the vertical axis however slightly off centre to the left on the horizontal axis.This allows for maximal submersion for the big "blob" noise but causes a tidal effect for the all important aftermath of sploshing noises. Mission 4:- This is where yourself and ones partner sit and laugh your cock off for a minute or so. Mission 5:- The clean up operation, a good solid sample is self cleaning with maybe a single 2 sheet backward stroke for good measure (repeat if nessessary) For the more runny example personal descretion is the key. Mission 7:- The comparison, this can take many a long hour and while away a boring college lecture in no time. I hope this walkthrough guide will lead to many an enjoyable poo for all you poopers who need to be proud of a full anal release.God Speed, over and out.

I was there that faitful day lost two good men in the shitter next door, il be taking a poopin buddy next time god speed steve, and richard green

Ever since I was born, I have had these white hairs in the center of my head like a skunk. Since I was 13 I pooped in my pants when I was nervous. Back in middle school, I started to wear diapers. I am now 20, and I still poop in my pants, and I even cut my hair so that I look more like a skunk. I guess I like being "Skunk Boy".

I find also that I much hard to poop wen other people in bathroom two.

I poop in public restrooms when there's a crowd. I even let out loud turds.So let your turds go plop plop. :)

>I fart freely at work too. Shameless farter I >guess.

Presumably, you come from the US. In my experience, women in the UK never fart in a public place.

i think the best way to avoid the nasty splash is to wipe the seat clean then put that paper in the dunny and your shit safely lands on the papers cushion with no splash for you.

is anyone afraid of shitting at a new girlfriend/boyfriends house?

i have been known to only wach my hands when meeting a co-worker near the restroom. for some reason, i am horrified of letting anyone but my VERY closest friends know that i ever shit.

i find it easier to shit when theres a crowd. where I work there are a LOT of mexicans and boy they like their beans and jalapenos. It's so loud you can hear them in press *ear plugs required*

I brag about the size of the super turds I do. You have to go into graphic detail. Everyone does it and it's funny, the guy I sit next to at work hates it but Who cares! I did a crap once that was really floaty, it was like a reverse iceberg. I'm sure someone slipped a heap of cork into my dinner the night before. Anyway I was so amazed I got a photo for proof and made it my wallpaper. This guy complained to HR the swine.

I used to work with a bloke called Norbert who did the most revolting stench emitting belly snakes you could ever imagine. He was proud of them too.

Today i was at work and i took a shit. it looked like there was a bunch of corn and chunky stuff in it. It smelled like somthing crawled up my ass and croaked. I made $7.25 for that half hour shit.

I have no shame. I shit whenever i need too. The only time I ever hold it is when i'm first seeing a new guy. They don't seem to like the fact that girls do it too.

Poops, don't date stuck up fucks like that. Find someone who doesn't care if you shit.

Once i went on this car trip with two other friends, and when it started getting dark, I started feeling my stomach rumbling like crazy, so I let out the biggest, NASTIEST farts I've ever heard. They practically keeled over and passsed out every 10 minutes when I farted again! I got to my destination and we slept in sleeping bags but as soon as I sat down I started farting again. Everytime they started to snore I woke up and let out a huge wet fart again! I had a wet brown spot on my pants by then and my stomach still hure worse than ever! With one last fart I blew some crap in my sleeping bag, then ran upstairs to go into the bathroom. A half hour later, the whole house REEKED and I heard people moving upstairs (probably woken up becasue my diarhea farts sounded like an airhorn that the neighbors could hear!) so I ran back downstairs and farted myself back to sleep.

What a trip!

I have the same problem as most other folks about wanting privacy in the crapper. A friend of mine however, has no shame. He discusses regulary how many wipes it takes, the level of odor left behind, how often he goes each day. He LOVES it. Probably has something to do with how good it feels to let it fly....

At my work, we see how many (friendly, G-rated) metaphors in a row we can use for "Going to take a poo". They're a pretty, uh, "loose" bunch.

When someone appears from down the hall, they've either left the office or the toilets. This one guy always waltzes around the corner, surveys those of us assembled, and announces, "No corn!"

My co-worker's daughter calls corn "See Ya Tomorrow!"

It's funny, I found this page by accident, and it dates back all the way to 2001, crazy. Anyway, I too am one of those "can't poo while there are other people in the bathroom at work." It's funny because I got over the public bathroom use while I was in Basic Training and AIT back in 2003, and since then I have no problem dropping a log at Wal-Mart, McDonald's, Burger King, the corner gas station, etc.... but when it comes to dumping at work, I have to have an empty restroom. If I'm in mid crap, and somebody walks in, I'll pinch it off and wait until they leave. If I'm about done doing my business, and somebody else comes in to a stall next to me, I'll make sure I'm extra quiet tearing off the toilet paper. Anyway, that's my craziness. I too do the fake hand wash if there are others in the bathroom when I get there, and I'll come back later.

I work in a public place, and the staff has to share the restrooms with the general public. It sucks when you're in there, trying to do your business, and a line forms outside. It's a small room, with no where to stand except for RIGHT outside the stalls. When you come out, you have to dance around the waiting persons to get to the sinks.

When one of the staff comes out after a "long" visit, the people waiting always give us dirty looks as if we shouldn't be taking up the toilets while customers have to go. But what are we supposed to do?

everyone poops .. i poop wherever i need to .. even infront of guys if i have too .. im a shameless shitter, i have shit infront of my b/f a few times ,, he dont care. lol

The most shameless shitter I ever saw was a guy I grew up with. I'll call him Johnnie (because that's actually his name). When we were about 12 or 13, we liked to climb trees and see how high we could get. It's fun to feel the tree sway when you're near the top.
Johnnie climbed up one tree about 10 feet higher than I climbed one day; I was up about 20 feet or so at the time. We heard some other kids approaching through the wooded lot our tree was in. Johnnie whispered loudly, "Hey! Watch this!" I looked up and he had himself wedged in a fork in the branches, with his pants halfway down and his ass sticking out. His timing wasn't perfect, but it came close.
I watched, mesmerized, as he strained and - for the first and only time in my life - I saw a butthole stretch open, a brown head emerge, and a shit come oozing slowly out. It seemed to go on forever, but finally the largest section dropped away and splurted against a tree limb before landing on the ground. Another five seconds and he might have nailed the other kids. I almost fell from the tree I was so awestruck. The rest of his turd came out and the weirdest part was how his butthole sort of resembled the mouth of an old toothless guy trying to chew steak as it slowly reseated itself after the large crap had exited.
A few years later I got to see a chicken lay an egg, and it brought back memories of Johnnie, the shameless shitter. I actually couldn't eat eggs for almost a year after seeing what goes on when they come out. And I've rarely walked below a tree without looking up to make sure the sky wasn't falling.

I feel safe saying I'm one of the most Shameful people on this site. I never use public bathrooms, even to pee (it's not because of germs, I just don't like that there are other people around) and I can only crap at home if nobody else is home. Even if nobody else is in the bathroom at the time, there are still people close by in the next room. It really bothers me when people are even near the bathroom. (This makes staying in hotels with my family a nightmare.)
There is exactly one time in my whole life that I have been able to crap in a public bathroom. That story will be up eventually...

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...and they all lived crappily ever after!

I can hardly poop at home when my mom or dad are around. However, my brothers, after two summers ago became my pooping friends. This happened when we were vacationing in france and staying at a friend's house. For some weird and messed up reason the French build the toilet right across the kitchen. Since the upstairs toilet didn't work, we all had to use the one that is practically in the fridge. Well, everyone was eating and i had to go. Little did i know that my brothers did too. We painfully waiting until the french finished their THREE HOUR meal and strongly encouraged them to go to the open market. Thankfully they did, but no so thankfully they came back too soon. One of my brothers was still on the toilet while the friends were unpacking the groceries in the kitchen. The house smelled of three previous poops, so my brother was extra embarrassed by the smell and noice when he came out to greet our friends.

my situation was worse than any of those I've been reading. I always pooped at exactly 6.35am,and I went to my doctor to ask if he could do anything about it. "Well,he said,"I don'tknow what you're complaining about;half the people who come here would love to be in the same position". "Really"? said I."I don't wake up till ten past seven".

I am the anonymous coward who posted the last message.I only say this because \i realise that in the U.S.A. you say "ten after seven".

I think we could have muddled through. :)

I usually say "ten past" and "ten of", instead of "after" and "'til". I think it's a regional thing, or perhaps it depends upon who taught you to tell time. My grandmother taught me.

Hi Gottagogirl,
I forget who it was who taught me. Probably some old fart at infant school.

I work as a bookkeeper in the office of a small motorcycle repair shop and am the only woman among all men. The one and only bathroom is downstairs below my office and right smack under my desk. I can hear EVERYTHING. One of the guys cannot enter the bathroom without making a huge production about it. He goes in and starts shouting or singing at the top of his lungs. His dung stinks up the entire shop and even reaches my office but even more offensive than the sewage, he sprays this noxious-smelling deodorant spray until half the can is gone. The odor of the deodorant seeps it's way right up into my office until I'm gaggin on it. "Kills odor-causing bacteria in the air" ... My ass it does! Just smells like scented shit to me. I feel sorry for the one guy whose work area is just outside the bathroom door. The other guys, and I, are shamless shitters and will just simply go in and do their bizness without making a formal production out of it - we don't bother to use the spray. Everyone knows what you did, so why try to mask it with an even more foul smelling stench?

Sweet. It's good to see some things from the beginning.

A pity there's so much intolerance shown towards the shameful! I remember my shameful days all too vividly, and have nothing but sympathy. The shameful need encouragement - not abuse!

PS - loved the Kirsten Abbott story (5.9.2002) - I think she could have made a full story post out of that material - very graphic!!

Hey just saying hi to Gut Rot MEGADEATH and Francois from NZ. All you shameful shitters, I've got two words - DISABLED TOILET - and Perinoid Pooper from 03.16.2002, yeah man I know all about the dreaded 'snap off'they're shockers, my worst nightmare.

Ok, I'll admit that I'm a bit shameful. Although, not too much. I had to stay the night in a holding cell (jail) once and there were about 15 other people in there. The toilet was in the corner and it had one small wall that was about the height of one's shoulder when they sat down on the pot. There was of course no door. I had to take a shit, and taking a shit was becoming a bit of a joke amongst the other 'guests' in my cell.

I have to admit that it was a bit strange shitting while people (probably shameless shitters themselves) kept talking to you and you could look right at them from over the wall. Here is this shitting head sticking out over the wall! Now that was a shitting situation that will make you overall less shameful.

On average though, I'm pretty shameful. At my old university I would always go to the top floor of the library to shit because I knew it was visited less frequently.

What I wanted to rant about was the magical forces of the universe that create what I call 'perfect timing.' There are several examples of 'perfect timing.' This is when the laws of averages seem to be broken so often that you would think that the average was the opposite.

One example occurs in bathrooms that are not heavily trafficked. These are the ones where you can usually expect a private shit. Where I go to school now, the bathroom I usually use is not very busy. However, when there is one person in there shitting (there are two shitters and one urinal), how is it that there is about 90% chance that the bomber will be flanked by another bomber? There both in there just pooping away like nobody else was 1.5 feet away from their asshole. If I go in and see a lone bomber, and my intention is to drop one myself, I squeeze out a pee in the urinal and get the hell out. Which brings me to another event of 'perfect timing.'

When I end up peeing, or even if that was my original intention, why is it that the shitter has almost NEVER just begun to shit, nor is he mid-shit; I almost always hear the tell-tale rustling around of someone who is wiping. With three stages of shitting, you would expect to encounter each equally before you account for the shameful who pretend to be mid-shit even if they are done. But NOPE! Always some dude is trying to bolt out as fast as he can when I'm in there, particularly when I am entering or I am by the sink. Its as if they want to claim the smell; they want to make me see their face! I usually wait until the person is gone. Which brings me to another 'perfect timing' event which will have a negative effect on the shameful.

This is the reverse of the above, when I am shitting and someone has to come in and pee, it is rare that they enter mid-shit or at the beginning. It is very likely, however, that they will be entering as I am finishing up, forcing me to wait. There is another rule to go along with this one - if you are waiting for someone else to vacate the bathroom and another person should enter, expect that their timing will be staggered as far apart as possible, causing you to wait the longest amount of time.

Another event is the 'mark' theory. The building where I go to school has a lot of glass. I can see people moving around on the other side of the building. If someone is walking down the hallway on the other side of the building they could be going almost anywhere. All day I can see people going about and going to various places. As soon I think about shitting I look around that glass area. If someone is there, they could be going anywhere right? NO, WRONG! If I had a thought about shitting, and the person moving around is a male, they are about 75% likely to be heading to the bathroom. With all of the other possible destinations for a person going that way, they are going to the bathroom! Again, on average, they could be going anywhere, but when I'm in a mood to take a shit, then anyone moving around over there will be inevitably heading for the crapper. Even if the person is female, she is about 50% likely to be heading that way because the mens/women's rooms are right next to each other.