This is one of my twenty stories with bottoms themes. Anyway, the stories are rather 'gentle' - I think that was the word that a friend used; I think of them as the Hallmark Channel of bottoms readings. So... thank you for trying to get through these.

Lovingly and gently, jillie

Copyright © 2016 USA -- By Jillie Ann Nellison

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This is about what I did to my roommate, Margie Louise Lockett, in my mid twenties. We had been living together for over a year and I knew her pretty well. She was sweet and demure for a red-head, but she was surely a redhead, and we always had fun together, or as a threesome with her boyfriend, Joe Farrell. I was between guys at the time of this short little story. Anyway, Margie was usually fun, but she had been feeling miserable for days, mostly from constipation, and she was really acting short to me and to Joey. I mean, she was getting unpleasant, not just out of sorts. She had talked with a nurse who lived on an upper floor in the same building, and the nurse had given her a couple of Dulcolax suppositories to try. Another friend told her that they felt awful and would turn her insides completely out, so she decided that she would not take them, and they sat instead in the back part of the fridge. She said she was trying herbal tea instead - as a beverage, not as an enema. Besides, she said, it wasn't that bad. It was going on five days without pooping, but hey, she often missed a few days. Well, I won't repeat what she said to Joe that evening when he stopped in for an unplanned visit; let's just leave it at insensitive - terribly, awfully, hurtingly insensitive. I took Joey for a little walk and suggested a plan to him. When we got back, Margie was lying on the sofa reading a magazine. I went to the kitchen, then came and sat by her feet. Joe sat himself on the arm of the sofa near her head. "Hey, you're in my light, you know!" Joey apologized and told her that he would move. He turned toward her and took her elbows, restraining them as gently as he could but very firmly, and I had her elastic lounging slacks off in an instant. "What the hell are you two - UHH!" It had taken me only a moment more to push the suppository up her rear. When I saw that Joe had her tightly, I took my finger out, got more Vaseline on it, and pushed it back way up her rear. She swore at us to get off her, but we told her that we were the New Enema Bandits and there was no way we were moving till I actually felt her poop coming. "No-oo-o! Dammit!" I massaged her rectal passage very lightly. Somewhere I had heard about the vagus nerve, and that rubbing there could really almost force a person to relax. The first couple of minutes were just more threats, but then they subsided, and finally just ended with a murmured promise that Margie was going to get us both, and really damn well get us. Joe kept holding her in his gentle but firm restraint, and I kept lightly massaging her insides, even though I had no rubber gloves on my finger. Fortunately, I had short nails and no breaks in my skin, and her rectum seemed poop free. We kept this up for fifteen minutes: "Just relax, baby. You know how you need this. We are not going to let you go till I see that you're losing bowel control, Margie, so you might as well just accept it. I'm going to make sure that it works as much as possible. You'll sure feel better. Maybe you'll even enjoy it. I know that we will sure feel better, too." "No-oo-o! Dammit! Dammit!" Eventually, though, Margie seemed to get really relaxed, and she began mostly telling us how the ticklish, menthol-like burning was feeling in her rear - dammit! It was soon making her need to squirm her rear around - but I kept my finger in her butt and just kept up my steady massage. At about twenty minutes, though, I saw some signs in her breathing and the way that she was squirming that perhaps she was no longer trying to escape: I thought that she was possibly even starting to enjoy the feeling of whatever was happening inside. I asked her whether it was starting to make her feel kind of good, and whether she would stay put if Joe loosened up. But no, I was keeping my finger there till I knew she had to go. Margie quietly murmured, 'Just Dammit!' Joe cautiously tried loosening one arm and repositioning it onto Margie's breast. She moaned, and no longer made any attempt to move away. Joe moved his other hand, too, so both were cupping her breasts, and he softly fondled them. Margie moaned again and squirmed her butt around as best she could, side to side. She tried to move her hands down to her pelvic mound, but she could not get her arms that low and around Joe. I told her not to worry, that I'd help her when it was time. I don't know why I said that: we were not in the habit of diddling each other, but we had never played suppositories, either. I was afraid that she would slap me, but she moaned something that sounded more like, "Oh, yes!" than dammit again. I knew that the nurse had told her to try to keep in the medicine for thirty minutes or more, so I told her to just go slowly: we had to keep the medicine in her till it made her completely lose control so it could really make her bowels empty. I somehow made that almost sound pornographic, and kept up telling her to just relax and let us make it all happen to her, make her completely lose control, make her empty and feel so good. We were just sort of picking up on this: neither Joe nor I could remember ever having a Dulcolax suppository ourselves, let alone forcing anything up anyone's butt ever. "Oh, God; this is just crazy. You two are crazy, and I'm going to get you! My ass tingles like crazy; I don't know if it feels good or bad. Something seems to be feeling good, though. You two are just crazy. Just wait till I get you! Dammit, you all! Both of you, dammit!" Well, I don't know how much was the way the medicine worked and how much was all my verbal excremental pornography and how much was Joe's fondling and my steady massage, but soon Margie really was getting hot - I mean, near her crotch we could physically feel this. Finally she gave up all pretense: she tried to reach herself again, and then asked me to touch her please. I told her that I would, but that she couldn't come until she was really almost letting go and losing bowel control - that she'd have to jump up right over to the toilet and just let the poop flow out. Our talk was getting pretty lewd this way, and Joey was now nuzzling and licking her breasts, and very soon Margie was almost crying for release. "Can I come before I shit, at least? Please? Will you let my hands go? Will you help me, dammit? You can do it to me, please! How long before I really have to go? I feel it working but my urge isn't strong enough yet. Not on that end, anyway. Can't you help me? I won't fight it - I'll hold it till it really works if you help me. I'll do what you tell me. It is just making me feel so crazy all over down there! Please...." Finally, when the suppository had been working for a bit more than twenty-five minutes, Margie convinced us that the medicine had completely taken over and she was about to need to go - and she please, please wanted us to let her come - now! I saw that it was time, so I started to work my finger more aggressively in her butt and fondled her clitty with my other hand; then I unexpectedly went down on her - the first time I'd done anything like that with a woman - and I was nearly as transported as Margie was; Joe, I think, was just surprised. And obviously aroused. Margie convulsed with pleasure, then quickly had to jump up and run to the toilet. When she was eventually done she staggered back to the sofa and began kissing us both. She was beyond totally exhausted, and quickly fell into a sort of trance until, after fifteen minutes more, she had to potty again, a lot, and then she was with us again and slowly rejoined the rest of the world. "I don't care how good it felt, that was still like rape - and you're both going to pay! It's too bad that Shirley only gave me the two suppositories. I guess the one other will have to be for Joe." A brief discussion ended with an ultimatum delivered very convincingly: Joe would cooperate or do without her very friendly favors for three solid months. He ended up in his shorts on the couch. We had to tie his hands behind him since he was too strong for us to restrain. He had a huge erection before Margie and I even began. I was down at the legs again, and Margie was at his head; she wanted to French kiss him while I massaged his rectal passage and suppository. Margie began taunting him about making him lose control, that maybe we would not let him up at all, and that she was sure that we could do a better job on embarrassing him than we did on Margie because his prostate was on our side.... She began to kiss his mouth deeply, probing with her tongue, and I pulled off his briefs and put the medicine in. His erection was so strong that I had trouble pulling his shorts off, as they caught on the flagpole more tightly than I could lift them over. I guess I kind of stared at him: this was the first time I had seen him really naked, except for just an instant once when he had stayed over and I ran into him as he unexpectedly came out of the shower; this was the first time I'd really looked at his genitals. Wow! Well, this went on for fifteen minutes without much action, just about as it did for Margie, except that I was now getting the hang of switching between prostate stimulation and relaxing his vagus nerve. Between us, Margie and I could play him like a violin. We kept it up for a good forty minutes before I was sure that he was losing all bowel control, and then Margie went down on him while I increased his vigorous prostate stimulation. He shrieked with pleasure and came right off, then jumped up and ran to the toilet holding his underpants to his rear as though he was afraid he wouldn't make it. After that, of course, we got ourselves a large box of those suppositories, and that was all we used from then on when either of us got constipated - meaning missing more than maybe a day or two, not a week any more! And besides: you were constipated if either of the others of us thought you were! One of us always played caregiver and administered them to the patient. Our rules were no putting medicine in your can by yourself, and no pooping till after coming, but the caregiver had to trigger the orgasm, and not till we saw that the bowel urge was getting really bad. The orgasms seemed to temporarily suspend the bowel action, so it worked out into a nice series of explosions, first one end and then the other. We really did mostly confine our our suppository play for when we were actually ‘irregular,’ if perhaps not totally constipated, but I'm sure we each had maybe one put in a month, and we tried some enema play, too. It almost came to an end when I got a boyfriend who wasn't into rears, but we managed to train him. I guess it all lasted till Margie moved about two years later. Now I still play with the medicine once in a while myself, when I want to feel stimulation at both ends, but this has become too infrequent. =END= Copyright © 2016 USA -- By Jillie Ann Nellison