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Don't remember how many days, but I was about 8 years old and held it in so long that I had serious abdominal pain that my mother thought was my appendix bursting.. so she took me to the hospital and they did some imaging and it turned out I was filled to the brim with doody.
So now I post scat porn because I'm a coprophile ^_^
Perks of being a scout leader.Didn't take a dump my first week thanks to @Stent at scout camp. Probably 12 or 13ish.
Perks of being a scout leader.
I did the same thing when I was 28. It wasn't a regular shit cramp pain, it was aching in the weirdest place. Nope, dookies and farts.Don't remember how many days, but I was about 8 years old and held it in so long that I had serious abdominal pain that my mother thought was my appendix bursting.. so she took me to the hospital and they did some imaging and it turned out I was filled to the brim with doody.
So now I post scat porn because I'm a coprophile ^_^
Jokey doctors should be put in concentration camps. When I broke my hand the male nurse who was taking the X-rays right off the bat asked what happened and I said I full on punched a brick wall. He was like "did it hurt?" with some smug, faggy grin. I'd usually have something to shoot back at him, but I genuinely wanted to grab him by the fucking throat so I stared at my visibly fucked up, throbbing hand for a few seconds and was just like "Yeah."Eight days. I fell down a flight of stairs in a parking garage, and landed on the bottom step head, elbow and asshole first. My O-ring took the brunt of the fall. I landed sidewards, so the edge of the step lined up perfectly with my ass crack. At first, my skull and my elbow hurt worse, but then the ass pain really escalated. I went to the urgent care, got an X ray, and was diagnosed with a "minor" tailbone fracture. It was one of those faggot doctors who made jokes, too..."just stay off it". The impact and injury cause my asshole to completely lock up in a full clench, you couldn't have shoved a knitting needle up there. Plus, I got a week's worth of percocet, which further bricked me up.
After eight days, I was finally able to crank one out. I knew it'd be tough, but it was entire new realms of pain. I was making faggy whimpering noises, sweating, the whole nine yards. Fucking thing was like a canoe. All I could really do was dab at my shattered violated anus with some TP, and it was all pink from blood. I was hobbled for the rest of the day. I had to put on rubber gloves, and use a plastic knife to chop it up so it'd flush. It was like cutting through a salami.
While it was an admittedly pretty humorous injury, it seemed a lot less hilarious at the time. For a full week, I walked like step, step, OW, step, step OW. All I could really do was lie on my stomach and put ice packs on my asshole, which isn't nearly as fun as it sounds. Everyone had lots of wisecracks..."real pain in the ass, huh?"...like that. Fuckers. I had to really press for the percocet, too, and this was before the big opiate panic. Tramadol my ass, that shit's no good.Jokey doctors should be put in concentration camps. When I broke my hand the male nurse who was taking the X-rays right off the bat asked what happened and I said I full on punched a brick wall. He was like "did it hurt?" with some smug, faggy grin. I'd usually have something to shoot back at him, but I genuinely wanted to grab him by the fucking throat so I stared at my visibly fucked up, throbbing hand for a few seconds and was just like "Yeah."
I remember one morning my dad was shoveling the back steps for the dog, they were these steep concrete steps, he slipped on ice and landed his ass cheek right on one of the sharp edges of the stairs. He never went to the hospital so he obviously didn't break anything, but he fucking limped back inside holding his ass, basically crying in pain and when my mom asked what happened he just kept being like "My ass. My ass. Ahhhh fuck. Ahhhh God." My mom started laughing uncontrollably which made me do the same, but that was the most pain I'd ever seen my dad in. I remember him whimpering "fuck you" at us. The next day he mooned us and his entire asscheek was a ridiculous bruise.While it was an admittedly pretty humorous injury, it seemed a lot less hilarious at the time. For a full week, I walked like step, step, OW, step, step OW. All I could really do was lie on my stomach and put ice packs on my asshole, which isn't nearly as fun as it sounds. Everyone had lots of wisecracks..."real pain in the ass, huh?"...like that. Fuckers. I had to really press for the percocet, too, and this was before the big opiate panic. Tramadol my ass, that shit's no good.
read this bit slowly over some sexy musicAfter eight days, I was finally able to crank one out. I knew it'd be tough, but it was entire new realms of pain. I was making faggy whimpering noises, sweating, the whole nine yards. Fucking thing was like a canoe. All I could really do was dab at my shattered violated anus
"Cranking one out" didn't help him anyread this bit slowly over some sexy music
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