Emotional and Physical Constipation

worst of all, he hates having to do laundry because of it. so, so many pairs of boxers in the laundry basket. even worse than that, he lives with other people. he has to run the risk of someone noticing how much laundry he's going through, or, god forbid, they actually see him shit himself. and because it's so random, he runs that risk all the time.

through one way or another, he ends up wearing a pull-up. white, medical, plain. maybe trying to get over a UTI while still working his 8-6 job. he ends up needing a shit fairly early on, which means by the time he gets home, he's desperate for the bathroom. he parks the truck and just sits for a moment before getting out. the moment he's out of the seat, he almost loses it. he considers just giving in, but it's at least worth the effort of trying to make it to the bathroom.

he makes it to the bathroom door and moves to shove it open, relieved at the prospect of...relief. but when he opens it, he finds someone else already on the toilet. they yell at him to shut the door, and he does, backing up and glancing around. seeing as nobody can see him, he starts wiggling like a worm, grabbing at his rear as if that's going to keep him from having an accident.

he can't hold it long at all. he crouches down right there in the hallway, bracing himself against the wall, finally, just pushing it all out and getting it over with. he didn't think he could even fathom shitting this much, but it's enough that he has to tug his pants down to give himself more room to fill his pull-up.

once he's pretty sure he's done, he reaches a hand around to pat his bottom and see how much he really did...

it's a lot. more than he thinks he's ever gone in his life. and on top of all of it, he gets the urge to pee, so he does, letting out a painful jet of piss that soaks into the padding immediately.

"...[character]? what are you... are you having an accident?" he turns, his face growing hot with embarrassment as he sees his [family member/friend] at the end of the hallway.

Absolutely, I am. And very likely, tomorrow too.

I have lots of social situations planned out tomorrow, so it's gonna be (literally) a pain in the ass for me.

I'm likely going to be walking for over an hour. Imagine how much of a struggle it will be, to have 7 days of tightly packed stool stretching my rectum and colon, while trying to keep a "normal" appearance on the outside.

I love producing a massive amount of shit, barn animal size, enough to clog the toilet twice over…And I have. But this comes with a lot of eating lol When I was with my bodybuilder feeder bf (who also loved to watch me shit) he confided in me that his fetish was watching big girls take big shits. I was open to it and loved the idea of relieving myself for him anyways. So we’d take a “vacation together” for a few days where he’d take me to buffets, Mexican food, sushi, you name it. Just absolutely stuffing me, between 10-15k calories a day. He’d also order in for me and have me on all fours, continuing to stuff myself while he’d be pounding me from the back.

He’d give me Imodium and tell me I was to hold it. Two, three, four days would pass of me absolutely stuffing my face, turning all that heavy food into shit and then not emptying anything. He’d check to see how good of a piggy I’d been by checking how “big the baby was” where he’d stick two fingers in my asshole and see how packed I was with shit. When his fingers didn’t fit in past the first joint, I was ready to “give birth”. Once he gave me a double dose of Imodium and then fed me 2kg of triple bean chili ON TOP of already being very plugged up for three days. I was on a chair being fed by him, and as I got through half the pot of chili, the beans really started digesting and I became so gassy. When I told him, He instructed me to let out the gas slowly as to not ruin my hold. I pressed on my belly, which was bloating so big, and let the gas squeeze around the massive hardened turd laying dormant in my rectum. I spent the entire night, kneading my big belly and letting out rumbling farts. My asshole got so dirty because as the pressure of the farts grew, the log brewing inside me would dip in and out of my hole. My belly was bubbling so bad, but it turned both of us on so much that he stuck his cock in me, as I kept releasing juicy farts with every thrust. He pressed on my stomach, making them blast out, telling me we had to make some room for my last day of stuffing. He told me he could feel how overstretched my rectum was as it pressed against him while his cock was in my dripping pussy.

Finally, on the morning of day four after digesting and turning all that chili into shit, he did his finger test. He told me to get on all fours while I ate my heavy breakfast and stuck his fingers in me. They got just past the ring of muscle before being stopped by something way too dense to go through. I groaned as my hole puffed around his fingers, pushing them out. He told me I was ready and didn’t give me any Imodium that day. Instead, he gave me three fiber supplements and 50ml of castor oil. He said it was time for me to empty for him, to see what a good stuffed piggy I was for him, but that he wanted all of it to come out solid, not liquidy.

After breakfast, I went to lie down because my stomach had started hurting. It was so loud and I felt my guts wake up finally. Within half an hour I was farting real bad. I just needed to get all the gas the fibre was producing out of me. My bf was there pressing on and massaging my fat belly, coaxing out every last puff of gas. My stomach began gurgling incessantly, warning of what was to come. I begged him to help me relieve my belly ache but he said I had to pass everything on my own, he couldn’t help. I could see how rock hard he was. “I have the chair set up whenever you need” he told me. The chair was basically a queening chair with an industrial sized bucket underneath, something we used to avoid clogging the toilet. An hour past, and suddenly my farts became hot and moist, leaving my hole sticky. I didn’t even care about messing my underwear, I just needed everything out. They continued blasting out and growing wetter and wetter, leaving my panties splattered with little specks of chocolate.

With a sickening gurgle, about 2hrs after the fiber and castor oil, I felt everything in my gut drop down and weigh heavy on my hole. Whatever was in me was so heavy that it was forcing out the log that was brewing for 4 days. “Oh god,” I groaned clutching my stomach knowing I was about to give birth. I waddled over to the chair and spread my huge cheeks before dwarfing it with my fat ass. My massively bloated belly lay sprawled on my thighs. My bf was seated on the couch, cock out, stroking it as I began feeling movement.

Oh god,” I groaned clutching my stomach knowing I was about to give birth. I waddled over to the chair and spread my huge cheeks before dwarfing it with my fat ass. My massively bloated belly lay sprawled on my thighs. My bf was seated on the couch, cock out, stroking it as I began feeling movement. The log was so fucking wide, I doubted my hole could stretch wide enough to fit. I pushed for over half an hour as the pressure behind it built, not making much progress. Finally my bf took pity on me and came over, grabbed the protruding python and began pulling. My anus puffed out as I pushed with him, inch after inch crawling out until finally twelve inches dropped loudly into the bottom of the bucket. I cried out, dripping with sweat, praying my ordeal was over now. But it wasn’t

After the initial log was out, it was just log after log and sputtering farts pummeling into the bucket. The shit went from dropping into the bottom on the bucket with a thud to dropping onto the previous logs with a splat. My belly was cramping up as my guts worked overtime to compensate for the 4 days of inactivity and rushed to clear my packed gut. Finally after the solid seemed to be out, then I guess the castor oil seeped into the fresher shit and made it sticky, sloppy. It gurgled out of me, explosively and sludgy. I squeezed my stomach as my bf took turns between stroking his cock and rubbing my belly. The last stretch was sickening pressurized goo, blasting the bucket so hard that I felt the diarrhea would rebound onto my cheeks.

I tilted my head back, gritted my teeth, bore my ass down and strained hard, shooting straight slop out of my ass. As I was fighting for my life (lol) my bf came around and stuck his cock in my mouth. Each time I choked, the force of coughing made me spew more into the bucket. About an hour later, the bucket was three quarters full and weighed nearly 3kg. I felt so relieved but knew I still didn’t feel empty. I just wanted to go to my bed and rub my still bubbling stomach until the rest needed out . my bf however had other plans. He told me to get on all fours with my cheeks wet with shit and my poor punished asshole still oozing oily slop, and stuck his dick so far into my pussy that I had no choice but to moan. The sheer force of it sent a wave through my stomach so intense that a gush of diarrhea pumped out of my anus onto his cock. I apologized but moaned at the relief.

“Let me help you empty the rest baby” he said and put two fingers fully into my dirty hole. He thrust them in and out, creating a divine squelching sound, slicking them in castor oil-fueled goo. Meanwhile, he told me this was my fault, this enormous bowel movement was a consequence of my sheer gluttony. I just moaned and oinked for him. As his fingers and cock dug me out, my belly began feeling sick again. I had much more left and had to push with all my might to get the diarrhea out around his fingers. “Please, I have more…please let it out,” I panted feeling that liquid shit ready to unload. He seemed too distracted or maybe I wasn’t loud enough, but I was so desperate.

Finally I couldn’t take the gurgling sick in my guts anymore and yelled at him to remove his fingers. They left my hole with a popping noise and along with a pressurized blast of greasy diarrhea that coated his stomach and lower body. The relief was so intense that I squirted at the same time. I stayed on all fours with my head resting on a pillow and my ass up, pumping out jet after jet of butt butter. Some waves would blow up into the air like a volcano and some would dribble out of my anus like lava. Each ounce of filth that left the dungeon it spent the last four days trapped in was so relieving that I couldn’t stop moaning. Soon I was covered in diarrhea and cum. After we got cleaned up, my overstuffed guts took the rest of the day to fully empty. It felt so weird to got from being unbelievably full to so empty.