I've been struggling with severe constipation and need to take action! An enema should loosen everything up and get things moving—or so I hope. I'm pumping my asshole full of water when I'm abruptly interrupted. What do you mean you need the bathroom? I thought I was home alone and had this time to myself! It's infuriating, but I'll be courteous and let you have the bathroom quickly. This might take a while to kick in. I'm standing outside the door, and pressure is building inside me. Can you please open the door? You said you'd be fast. I need to go now! I don't think I can hold it anymore. Why was I nice enough to let you in there? I shouldn't have done that because I'm losing control. It's definitely working!!! The pressure is mounting, and I can't wait for the bathroom door to open. It starts as a tiny drip but quickly escalates into a full-blown explosion. My shit is oozing out of my panties, propelled from my asshole into the fabric that can't contain it all. Plop! It falls to the floor. So many sounds and such a colossal mess. I've never been this filthy in my life, nor created such a disaster. I look down and see it dripping down my legs, coating my feet, and spraying not just the floor but the walls as well. Ugh, you're definitely helping me clean up this enormous mess!
