Ohhhfuck. Having a full bowel is completely different from having a full bladder. If I’m a good girl I can hold it and nobody will know. I can be subtle about the squirming and maybe I’m just distracted by something else and maybe I’m just dancing and- and-…!
But being full of shit is different. Everyone knows I need to shit. They can see how swollen I am. They can hear my bowels churning. They can smell the godawful stench of me desperately trying to make as much room as possible in my overpacked gut so I don’t have an accident in my nice white panties. I can try to hold my gas in, but I’m already so stretched and it’s so hard and it manages to force its way out as soon as I lose focus for even a moment.
I can’t take the pressure inside of me, I can’t take the smell coming from me, it’s torture! But here I am, torturing myself for god knows what reason, hoping I can convince my body to let me sleep tonight and not betray me by forcefully emptying me during the night. I just have to hold it one more day… or maybe three… or maybe eight… hehehehhh, I’m addicted to tormenting my bowels, it hurts so good!














