Many times it feels great. But the build up many times isnt worth it
I.E. #1
I was on the toirlet for a good half hour just lettin loose. You know how poo usually comes out in one good squeeze that usually lasts about 10 seconds? You might do several of these during the course of your sit down, but none longer than 10 seconds apiece.
I had one squeeze that lasted a good 2 minutes, no lie.I was squeezing so long i lost my breath and the turd was still hanging. So i just wrapped some toirlet paper around my hand and broke it off. I played Pac-Man on my cell for 5 minutes so i could give my muscles a rest, then i went back to the defecation at hand, where i dropped about 3 bombs that literally took me off my feet. Bathroom smellin straight like hot whale sex
To make a long story longer, when I was finished releasing my delf,the pile of poo in the toirlet was touching my bum. And it had a super thick, cement mix-like consistancy, so I had to pour hot water on it to get it down the toilet when i flushed
I.E. #2
USED TO BE A painter. So I went by an employer's house real early in the morning to work on the kitchen. They was upstairs in they room sleep while i was working. Previous night I had all you can eat seafood, crab legs, scallops, mussles, clams....ate like 4 biscuits too
And I had a late nite banana split and choclate pinneapple cake too.
So I'm working and then I feel my stomach bursting with acidic energy. I knew something big was about to happen, and it was gonna happen IMMEDIATELY. The only bathroom in the house with a twalet was in they bedroom, so I would have surely pissed them of by busting in they boodwar and bombing the twalet atomically.
So I ran down to the basement frantically, cause my stomach was erupting wit pain, my anus and recum were gaping and throbbing, and I had even started sweating. I seen no where to realease my load, so I ran back up the steps. I was so delirious I just ran around in circles for like 20 seconds, and then I new my bowells was about to vacate my insides. So I just ran in the kitchen, dropped my trousers, and hopped up on the sink. and nature just took over. Pounds upon pounds of hot liquified feces poured out my bum like lava. I tried to keep it quiet, but the water doo-doo was hittin the sink like "SSHPLOKALAKALAKALAKALAKALLAKALAKA". It was like a female orgasm, cause I kicked my legs in the air and just started trembling all over.The whole time I'm praying one of them don't come down until I get a chance to flush this crap out somehow. But after like 6 minutes, I heard somebody making their way down the bloody steps! I had no time to wipe or nothing. So I hop down off the sink, grabs a bucket of paint and pour it all over the sink and the the poo, and splash the rest over the lower half of my body.
The lady of the house came down and was like "WTF!!! What happend???" And I told her I fell off the ladder and spilled the paint. She was like "Well you got to clean this up before the paint drys", and then she started talkin about going to Walmart to get mini blinds or some junk. While she was talking I'm dripping with paint on the outside of my pants, and wet poo is still sliding down the inside of the pants and on to the floor. But the paint was crimson, so the poo blended in with the paint. (I guess there was some blood mixed with the poo, probably cause of the way it ripped so visciously from my anus)
And I was hoping the smell didn't get to her.
She goes back up stairs and says she's going back to sleep. Man I just left the house and never returned. Fired as you can guess