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Her partner eventually moves her off the toilet to lay over their lap where they can massage her puffy hole. They have to hold her ass cheeks open so her hole is accessible. But nothing comes, despite the pushing and straining (imagine tears and sweat on her face, the noises of her crying out, grunting and low gutteral moans with each push(. Eventually she falls asleep, belly full, rectum stretched and no poop in sight. When she wakes more drastic measures will be needed.

Yess twin you really get me

I love the really desperate effortful straining that drives someone to complete indignity like that. Huffing and puffing, whining and crying, guttural grunting especially. I love the moment when someone has to act like an animal in order to empty themselves.

I also love watching the hole specifically 🥵on someone with a vagina, being able to physically see the muscles around the vagina and anus working the poop out when the person pushes. hearing someone grunt, and right at the same time, seeing their vaginal muscle clench down and their anus start to expand is SOOO GOOD FUCCCJCCJ

I’m also obsessed with hard difficult poops and constipation because it’s sort of like, a punishment that can only be earned. I guess this doesn’t apply to people with medical conditions that cause constipation, but in a person with average gut health, a big hard painful poop can only be a consequence of your own actions and food choices. That sort of makes it more humiliating. You’re reaping (pooping) what you sowed (ate) lol

But yes, as far as the details of a woman trying hard to poop, the ones you mentioned are some of my favorites… red face, sweating, hole puffed up and expanding… I also love:

• Legs shaking, or whole body shaking during a push. It’s so desperate and urgent

• Taking rapid little breaths before bearing down

• Trying to talk through a push. Starting a sentence, and her voice getting weirdly deep and strained halfway through because she starts to push.

• Her face screwing up while pushing. Eyes squinted, mouth in a grimace.

• But also, pushing with very little expression. Dead eyes, quivering cheeks, barely parted lips while bearing down with all her might.

Omgggggggg so many

• On their back with legs spread and pulled back is the GOAT to me. Getting to see the pooper’s expression and how it changes as they poop is PEAKKK. It’s such a vulnerable position too and that makes it even better

• On their side, laying down, legs together, holding their bottom open while they go. This is so good to me bc it’s relaxed, casual, and almost sensual. Like it could almost be an accident, like the urge to push it out just snuck up on them while they were relaxing. Watching the hole jut out while they push like that is just so hottt

• Standing up!!! Controversial haha but I think it’s so arousing to think of someone trying so hard not to poop, standing straight up trying to hold it in, but then feeling their hole expand anyway as a fat dry poop fights its way out. I think about the pooper being forced to bend their knees slightly as they realize they’re pooping and they have no choice. They grumble and grunt and whine as they just barely tilt their hips back so the big poop can poke hard into their pants.

• On all fours with elbows on the ground is particularly hot to me in medical situations. Having your bum up in the air makes pushing a bit harder and also more engaging to watch in some ways. You’re watching the poop fight against gravity. I also think about a doctor using gloved fingers to help coax the poop out, or administering a suppository in that position.

I love seeing someone poop up close and hearing, from the way their breath hitches very slightly, that they’re starting to push. You see the muscles around their inner thighs flex, and the wrinkled knot of their anus twitches and starts to relax. You hear them let go of a breath. Their thighs relax and their anus tightens again. I love knowing a primal urge just swept over their body for a couple seconds, I love knowing their entire body and mind just squeezed together. I want them to tell me how it feels, if it turns them on or if it hurts or if it’s a relief. I want to watch them push and breathe, grunt and sigh, grimace and groan as their big poop is rhythmically ejected out of their body; push relax push relax push push push. The soft winking of their empty hole after, pulsing with aftershocks of straining.

Also obsessed with this especially when it’s involuntary. It’s one thing to feel your body’s urge and get swept away in pleasurable effort, but it’s another thing to fight the urge with every single cell in your body, only to feel yourself getting weaker, seeing in tunnel vision as your autonomic nervous system start to betray you. You suddenly stop clenching your thighs and holding your hands over your bottom. You can’t help how your knees spread and bend just slightly, how your eyes zone out and start watering. Your tummy clenches and a grunt forms in your throat. You hear it come out of your mouth while you feel the tingly sensation of your bum opening up. It’s happening, you think, as you briefly recover control of yourself, only to surrender once again when a wave of urgency passes over your stomach. The grunt that comes out of you is humiliatingly childish, but you have no concept of humiliation right now. You’re caught in the effort, ruled by tides of peristalsis until your body is empty. I want to see it turn you on, to have your bodily autonomy compromised.

B thinks nothing of it when they’re fed progressively heavier meals, gratefully taking plates of cheesy concoctions that sit dense and heavy in their belly. A few complaints are thrown A’s way over the next few days. Their stomach feels tight, they’re gassier than normal, just feeling lousy. A provides belly rubs and sympathy. The next day is when they do it, the couples schedule is packed with back to back errands. The perfect time.

A slips a laxative into their partners morning coffee. A gentle one that doesn’t liquify the bowels, but will surely get things moving. It isn’t long till A hears B’s belly give a deep growl, their hands cover their middle and they give A a pitiful look from the passenger seat. But they don’t want to go home! They have stuff they need to do. B is still blissfully unaware, attributing the unexpected tummy troubles to bad luck.

The couple steadily makes their way through the days checklist, and B is utterly miserable. When B is out of sight they bend themselves over slightly, head down as they gasp and try to settle their tummy with frantic rubs. They’re so desperate they even give a little push, and feel their asshole wink around nothing. It’s no use, Bs tummy is too full of junk.Constipation is stretching their insides to the extreme, and it’s a very large mess for their sphincter to squeeze out. At this point A finds a nice and secluded area of the store they’re in, and beckon B over. They wobble towards A, their face looking pinched and pale, and A swiftly turns them around. They yelp as their pants are yanked down. Cold air grazes their cheeks, they feel their partners gaze burn into their ass. B can’t stop their hole twitching as A looks, who watches in fascination as their partners asshole makes kissing motions at them. A swiftly brings out a metal plug, It’s lubed with expert speed and brutally shoved into their partners ass. They gasp as they feel their load get pushed up to accommodate the toy, trying to wiggle their ass away from A. Heat burns their cheeks as they realize what their situation is. A wants to do some kinky public stuff, but B is too painfully full of shit to do this right now. B asks for the plug to be taken out while shamefully admitting their situation.

A watches with a cool expression, calmly announcing that they will be wearing that until they get home. B feels their stomach twist as they realize this is what A wants. They won’t safe word, they want to please A, but this was not a situation they expected in the slightest. B spends the rest of the trip quivering around the plug, fighting the urge to push. Their muscles grip the metal with every cramp, and they know it’d feel so so good to push. But they want to make it home. They’re not sure what A wants out of this interaction, but if they can avoid shitting themselves publicly they’re sure as hell gonna do that.

Another seize of their guts causes B to stop. It’s so harsh that they need to wobble over to a nearby shelf and brace themselves on it. A stands behind them as they grunt a little, the plug slightly pulling open their rim. The metal bobs back and forth, sucking in and out as B desperately fights their bodies signal to shit. A few more close calls later and they’ve made it back to their car, B drops themselves into the seat with a gasp. They palm at their tummy while A gets themselves situated. Now that they’re alone, B can be as noisy as they need. They immediately ask if they can take the plug out.

“What plug?” A questions with a cock of their head. B responds with a grunt, and they feel their hole yawn around the plug again. They spend the next several minute of the drive with their ass painfully open around the toy. B whimpers at the feeling, it’s like they’re shitting, but all their waste is still packed inside of them. They can’t believe that this is what A chose to do. They feel a few tears well in their eyes as another cramp looms. This time their poor ass is too tired, and with a pained cry from B, the plug pops from their ass. It lands heavily in their boxers, and their hole strings from the force it was ejected with. A heavy log wasted no time taking up the extra space the plug left. B gasped, feeling its thick tip sitting right at their hole. In a fit of desperation, B grabs the plug through their pants and attempts to thrust it back in.

Their face burns, they swear they can hear A snickering in the drivers seat. The metal plug jams against their dry asshole, squishing the turtlehead that was peaking out against it. Bs hands shake as they hold their hands against the plug, it hurts so bad to do this, but they don’t want to shit themselves! B cries out as they notice their poop is still moving, the poop simply pushing itself passed the plug. It was making a huge mess against be toy and Bs hands, and they sob as they spend the next 15 minutes slowly soiling themselves. They’re so caught up in the misery that they don’t even notice that they’ve made it home, and suddenly A is crouching next to them against the open passenger car door.

“Are you feeling sick honey? You’ve been looking awfully rough this whole ride”

Their voice drips with genuine sympathy, causing another wave of tears from B. A good at the and puts their arms around their shoulders, attempting to stand them up.

“No wait B, please don’t I’m gonna-“

Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit

Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe

Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor

Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief

Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit

Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit

Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion

Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake

Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running

Ooo that’s a fun one! The idea of someone feeling perfectly fine one second, then having their stomach be packed to the brim with shit and forced to push is hottt. I ran a little wild with it but I hope you enjoy!

I imagine the person with Ibs (we’ll use A and B for convenience sake) is so desperate to fix their screwed up bowels. They have the unfortunate diagnosis of Ibs-m, meaning their sickly guts go through bouts of either diarrhea or constipation. A has tried every little trick to get things under control no matter how unscientific they seem. The only thing they haven’t tried is change their diet. A is a broke college student, they can’t afford that! And they’d have to give up so many good foods…

Their latest internet deep dive for remedies has led them to some holistic website that specializes in healing gemstones. A quick scroll through their website brings up a gem that is used to help with stomach problems, they impulsively purchase the item along with the other remedies they’d found online that day.

After another week of suffering their latest splurge finally showed up at their door. The gem they’d purchased was the first opened. It came in a neatly wrapped box with a card that instructed them to always keep their new gem on them. Anytime they were feeling ill A simply had to rub the stone and their pain should be solved, under one condition; the product would only work if another person touched it first.

A felt skeptical, but quickly brought the gem to their roommate, B. They loved rocks, so it wouldn’t really be weird to get them to touch it. Sure enough, B practically snatched the glittering crystal out of their hand, gleefully inspecting it and musing out loud about what type of gemstone it could be.

“Quarts, maybe? Something about it looks off though. Hmmm” nearly 10 minutes later and the rock was back in A’s possession, relinquished from their fixating roommate. They still seem perplexed, but had settled on it being citrine that had been dyed some funky colors. A, amused by their friends enthusiasm, made their way back to their room with a small smile. They sat down and began to work through the other packages that were ordered. A really hoped one of these worked before tomorrow, they had an exam they were horribly nervous for and did not want tummy troubles on top of it.

B is up bright and early the next day, and was shooed off by A when they offered to walk with them to class. They seemed preoccupied with some weird smoothie concoction, and assured them they’d be leaving for class soon. B shrugged, they were leaving a bit early anyways.

In class, B busied themselves by studying for the test they were a few minutes away from taking, attempting to absorb as much information into their poor overworked brain. It wasn’t untill the class was nearly full with students that A showed up. B was a little bummed, hoping that A would be able so sit beside them, but had to take one of the few vacant seats on the other side of the classroom.

A was in terrible shape, they had spent the whole morning following a recipe for some smoothie that was supposed to help with gut health, but after downing the whole thing and just about jogging to their class, they felt it was doing more harm than good. They could practically feel the smoothie in them sloshing around in thick glorps as they briskly walked to their seat.

This professor was a paranoid one, and did not make a habit of letting students out for any reason during exams. They gave a small press to their bubbly stomach and silently prayed that it would cooperate. Just for an hour.

They had no such luck, and as soon as the classroom fell silent and only the scratching of pencils could be heard, a small “brrrrr” from above their bellybutton all but sealed their fate. They queasily remembered the smoothie they just drank, and how the mess rushing through their guts felt about the same consistency.

A squirmed and attempted to let out small bursts of gas as they worked their way through the exam. A couple of rough questions made their anxiety mount, and their stomach now felt like it had filled with air alongside the clumpy smoothie. The noises that were coming from their stomach were concerning at this point, and there was no way the people around A weren’t aware of their predicament.

At the appearance of the short answer section of the rest, A’s stomach gave a comical groan in protest. A gasped and couldn’t stop themselves from wrapping an arm around their tummy, trying to protect themselves from the cramping inside of them. The movement made A’s hand bump against a hard lump in their hoodie pocket, the rock! Their free hand clenched hard against the stone in a final plea to save their dignity, their grade, and their pants.

B was about halfway through their test when a sudden heaviness in their stomach distracted them. They hadn’t had much breakfast before they left, settling on a small granola bar, but now their lower stomach felt heavy and achy, like it was full. They barely stifled a gasp when a loud gurgle came from their stomach, and watched in horror as their belly pushed against the tight shirt they were wearing. Before they were able to process their stomach bloating before their very eyes, a cramp in their bottom demanded their attention.

The pain was searing, unlike anything they’d ever felt. As a person blissfully free of ibs and general stomach issues, they were powerless to deny their bodies demands. Their breathe hitched before B was forced to bear down, a miserable “uhhnn” was followed by a loud splat. B could do nothing but press their head against the table in front of them, wrap their arms around their suffering tummy, and push.

Students watched in horror as for the next 10 minutes, their poor peer would give a visible and audible push, and add to the sludgy mess in their pants. It was a disaster, every time it seemed like they were done, another heave and rounding of their back would bring another rush of thick liquid to their stained jeans. Everyone looked to their professor to help out or at least dismiss the ailing student, but he was absorbed in his computer, eyes not even glancing to his students.

Another bout of diarrhea and gas caused everything to bubble up and out of B’s pants. A disgusting slurry of light brown surged as gas fought for a way out of B’s restricting jeans. A kind student had decided enough was enough, and helped B through the aisle of seats, exam grades be damned, this was just sad to watch.

A miserably hobbled behind the friendly classmate, leaving a trail of wet farts and stains behind them. They caught A’s eyes as they had just stood up, looking very pleased and with their exam in their hands. With a gasp and a frantic dash to turn their paper in, their roommate also joined in on the help. B’s hole continued to push weakly against all the mess in their pants as they waddled to the bathroom. They naively hoped their stomach was finished with its sudden fit. But another cramp bought them to the floor. They pushed and groaned as more diarrhea was packed into their pants, making a wet gush as it all came out. A and their other helper lowered them to their knees, the change in position pushing the slick mess against their skin and pushing out above their pants waistband. They were stuck there for a while, forced to wrap their hands around their gurgling tummy as they violently shit themselves in the middle of their college hallway.

With some assurance from A and a week to recuperate, B felt like they’d recovered from the shame enough to leave the house. A suggested a drive to their favorite antique store. It was a far drive, and B felt their heart warm at the genuine attempt to cheer them up.

The roommates enjoyed their leisurely drive, A doing everything in their power to keep B’s spirits high. They had been so miserable and in pain the day of their accident. As someone with chronic tummy pains, B could really relate. They were lucky they didn’t get caught in a similar state the same day, but their stomach ache had disappeared like it was never there soon after it started. They weren’t sure how legit it was, but A felt that the pretty crystal they bought was their savior. Enough so that when their week long bought of consolation inconveniently seemed to be coming to and end in the middle of a 2 hour drive, they immediately gripped the rock and magically, the feeling of their solid waste chugging through their intestines disappeared. They breathed a sigh of relief. All clear. What an amazing invention.

B was still cautious, their suddenly explosive accident leaving them in constant fear of another episode. So when the same weird feeling settled in their tummy, B was on alert right away. They asked for a bathroom before things could go south, and A gave them a pitying look.

“We’re deep in some back roads right now, B, I don’t think we’ll be seeing anything except corn for a while.”

“No problem” B responded with a shaky, unconvincing smile. They weren’t to worried about convincing their friend and more focused on the swelling of their tummy. Their hand letting them feel how it swelled from a normal, healthy and empty stomach, to one that felt rock hard.

“Oh god” B gasped, curling up and facing the window, not even able to apologize as worse cramps than before wrecked their tummy. small farts leaked into the seat of their pants. A frantically pulled up directions on their phone and found a gas station.

“It’s half an hour away…” A spoke softly, cringing as another fart came from B, who whimpered softly in response. They drove in silence for the next ten minutes, the droning of the radio the only noise besides the near constant stream of gas that was now leaving B, along with some truly painful sounding stomach noises. A drove as fast as they could, face scrunching in concern when B started to grunt softly. They curled in even further on themselves, hiding their face in their arms to make the obvious noises of someone who was straining to poop less loud.

B gasped as more cramps twisted their tummy, and couldn’t help the strong grunts that came from them as their stomach contracted, demanding release. But no matter how hard they strained, their asshole simply pulsed and fluttered around nothing, not even gas was coming out anymore.

“Mmmgh-A, oh god, A it won’t even come out, it hurts so bad” B felt genuine panic grip them as they babbled. They felt like they would pass out or vomit, maybe both. Their blurry vision barely registered A pulling over and unbuckling their seatbelt.

“Nghhhn” A felt their hole tremble as B grabbed some napkins from the dashboard in front of A. They were carefully placed down under their seat and B felt tears well in their eyes as A directed them to pull their pants off.

“You gotta get whatever’s hurting you out” A soothed as B followed their direction. “It’s no big deal, nothing I can’t clean. Here, it’ll be easier if you put your legs on the dashboard. Without waiting for a response, A grabbed their friends legs themselves and lifted them up. B yelped, felling very exposed, but couldn’t help but groan with relief when the urge to push came again and they actually felt a little movement this time.

“A, ah! Owwwh, please help! They looked over at their friend, flushing red as the cramp puppeted their body-hands behind their knees and spreading themselves in a desperate display. A, who was chewing their lip and looking oddly guilty, nodded and scooted as close to B as the seats would allow. They pushed up B’s shirt and put one hand against their friends tummy, and bought the other above B’s straining hole, pressing right into their perineum. B gasped and was about to protest, but was quickly silenced by the cramps wracking their body. A gently moved their hands around B’s sweaty tummy in what felt like a massage, hoping to help move things along. The fingers against B’s taint moved in a gentle circling motion, and they were supervised to feel their poop being pushed downwards, the pressure coaxing out what felt like a brick.

“Haaahgh” Bs breathing was cut off as the load finally began to slowly inch out. They couldn’t stop themselves and leaned over to hold onto their roommate, shaking with fear as they felt their hole stretch….and stretch, and somehow stretch some more. They felt like they were being split open! Pebbly bits of shit popped around their rim, stretching the skin around it taut.

“There we go, just keep pushing B. You’ll feel better soon. Promise.” A smiled at them as B deliriously held eye contact while they pushed. Their eyes were unfocused, face tense and mouth open. A thought they looked kinda cute like this, and mentally kicked themself for the though. Their friend was in pain! They shouldn’t be enjoying this in any way. Instead of looking at their face, they turned their gaze downwards to see what kind of progress they were making. A monster of a log was currently holding them open, it didn’t droop a bit as it stuck out a few inches from B’s ass. A pushed gently against hard stomach and bulging taint at the same time, finally forcing the first log out with a weighty thud into the tissues below. B gasped, their legs spreading open in relief. They propped their hands on the seat and pushed hard, causing their legs to tense back up. The consistency quickly changed from pebbles to soft logs that shot out of B’s ass with surprising force. The mess was launched past where the tissues were placed and stuck to the far end of the car that was underneath the seat. The mush continued to leave them. It was an endless fountain of filth that was broken up by explosions of gas. Whic were becoming more frequent now that the giant shit wasn’t plugging B up. A felt a churn underneath their hand. Uh oh.

this dude should already be dead at this point 😫

But here are my doodles for each 0.5 degree increase (~38 degrees c) 🤙

Feeling… a little drowsy…

What’s up with him?

I don’t know. Told me he isn’t feeling good. He’s a little warm.

He’s still feeling like he’s gonna throw up.

Still have something to puke though?

Current body temp: 38.5 degrees celsius

(School nurse)Your temperature keeps rising… your brother’s coming to pick you up. Is there anything uncomfortable?

Just… feeling a bit nauseous…

Current body temp: 39 degrees celsius

Geez… Do you feel a little better now? Let’s go home so you can rest.

Let’s get you some more antipyretics

Ok…

Yeah, his fever keeps rising… please come quickly

Almost at the end of this series! The ride to the hospital …🏥

Why can I not count?

Anyways, here’s the last part before the ending!