Old thread, almost a dinosaur, definitely a zombie not that I've revived it ?
After reading so many posts on Zity as well as informational articles on the 'net, I finally worked up the courage to try a castor oil treatment. Just to see.
Donned a diaper with a stuffer, then a Japanese style plastic coated diaper without the bamboo stuffers. Good thing I did!
Two ounces of the slickery stuff, straight, was my starting point despite reading that four ounces is usually recommended. First swallow wasn't too bad, but the nasty taste over rode the textural discomfort. In short, blech! ? Second, and last, swallow gagged me. No taste this time, but the feel and consistency were almost more than I could swallow, but I managed.
Half an hour later there were some tummy rumbles, barely noticeable. A few belches followed, and yuck, did they ever taste of the foul liquid. This continued for just shy of two hours - a nasty tasting belch or a, slowly growing louder and stronger, tummy rumble. Not constant, just one or the other, or both, every five to ten minutes. Finally, something else happened, and little did I know the liquid would turn to mush.
After a particularly strong and unpleasant belch, an unexpected momentary pressure on my hole forced a tiny squirt into the diaper. When I say "squirt" I mean liquid with no apparent solids. Not much, just enough to let me know what might be coming.
The tummy rumbles and awful tasting belches continued, becoming more frequent as the minutes ticked by. Not long before I was feeling pressure, inside to out, on my sphincter. Sitting, nothing worked its way out, but when I stood to pull a book from a shelf over my desk, a short, but uncontrolled dribble of mush ensued. Oh my! So unexpected. And exciting!
Things continued for another half hour; tummy rumbles, loathsome belches, and now some struggling to keep the flood gate closed. Finally, at two and three quarters hours, I lost the first battle while sitting. A "healthy" dose of mush fought past my weakened hole and spread into the diaper I wore. The stuffer guided the flow forward instead of letting it push up the back of the diaper.
Figured it was time to head to the toilet because I did not want to clean up floor, clothes, legs, etc. - this one felt like a biggy. And, oh lord, was it. Top it off with a cleanup of floor, bathroom rug, toilet, and other sundry items. But, oh, what a relief it was!
Still experiencing tummy rumbles and pressure on my sphincter as I write, even a couple tine squirts, but nothing like the first release. I wonder how many full on releases I’ll experience and for how long.
This, I think, would be a enjoyable as well as dreaded, form of discipline.