GOD BLESS FLEET ENEMA!!!!!

Previously.... I just fucking wanna shit my brain out

Despite of drinking gallons of prune juice, popping up hundreds fiber pills I had 4 days straight & solid constipation. I decided I could use some fleet enema. I ran to CVS and bought twin pack. They seemed to me like Abercrombie twins very handsome. Frankly I had used fleet enema once before. It had not been a pleasant experience. Last time I had done fleet enema, I had thought doggie style would have been the best way to go. It had turned out the worst technique. So! I looked at the manual and picked the left side position. I took all my clothes off. I lubed my poo-poo hole with every gay guy’s best friend KY. I lay on my left side. I put a box of baby wipes next to me in case of emergency leak or accident. I bent my right leg toward my chest, kept the other one straight. This position gave me fairly comfortable access to my anus. I took a deep breath & relaxed myself. While inserting the nozzle in my hoo-hoo, I kept inhaling & exhaling! ALL IN & SET TO GO! Mentally I made myself ready and started squeezing the bottle! I could feel fluid traveling slowly from my rectum to bowel. My stomach was expanding. As if my anus were an alcoholic. It was sucking up bottle of cheap vodka all in. My bowels needed it desperately. First bottle was emptied. I hesitated to use second one. What if it was too much! SCREW! I inserted 2nd bottle with a big enthusiasm. OH NO! Phone started to ring! At first I wanted to get up & pick the phone. Immediately I realized walking around all nude with a plastic bottle hanging out from my ass was not pretty. It could also cause nasty oozing on the floors. Let the phone ring! Anyway voicemail picked the call. A damn car insurance seller was warning me for my last payment! Dummy! I don’t even have a car. “Could I do my fleet enema in quiet environment pleeeaasse!!” Meantime second bottle was empty too! All I have to do wait little bit. I got up, turned on TV,and started watching foot network. Not a good idea!!!! Because in my mind all I was seeing poop! Different shapes, sizes of poops! Ooops! Stomach started to grumble! Something was growing in me. All of a sudden I farted loudly. It sounded so strong, very powerful & extremely masculine like construction guys farts. I was so amused despite of the funny smell in the air. I ran to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet waiting to dump comes out! Nothing!!! False alarm! I waited more than 5 minutes! NO!!!! But my stomach was still grumbling. I bent over & tried to look at my anus between my legs! I wanted to see what it was going on down there. My face almost touched to the toilet. DAMN IT! Second strong & masculine fart slapped on my face!! OMG! I literally farted to my own face. I was ready to cry. Miracle happened! Fist Dump came out. BIG ONE! Perfect size, great texture & disgusting odor!! It dived into water so nicely that would make any Olympic diver jealous! OOooopss! Another one! One more! I couldn’t stop them! They were back to back jumping down to the water. Like a parade! I have never been so happy! After days I could take perfect dump! My chest began to swell with pride. I did it!!! I finally shit my brains out! GOD BLESS FLEET ENEMA! Thank u! Thank u! Love u!
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