Getting Constipated..

Okay...like me many of you here do get constipated at times, or often as is the case. Some even try inducing constipation. Well i would like to know and share how does it feel to be unable to push out poop? Like, do you people fear the trauma of it, or are embarassed to reveal that you are clogged up? Do you look forward to people inserting suppositories and the enema nozzle....or are you afraid of anal insertions that will help you loosen up the poop??? What are your secret wishes and feelings when you havent pooped for days and are diagnosed constipated???

In my youth I had such secret wishes and feelings to get constipated too. Finally I had the chance to realize this: When I was 15 years old I had an influenza and I had no difficulties in getting constipated. So I had the chance to receive my first enema, this from my great-aunt: It was a soapy enema solution in an enema can. I shall never forget this fine agreeable feeling in my belly when the warm soapy enema run slowly in my colon. - Decades later I have discovered that the feeling in the belly after having gulped a good dose of Castor Oil is significant more intensive and continues a far longer time in comparison to an enema.

I really dislike being constipated. It will sometimes happen when traveling or staying at someone else's home. In those instances when it happens, I look forward to the first opportunity I have to give myself an enema.

I sometimes induce constipation in myself and/or my spouse. I get a drier consistency when I have suppositories to make me use a diaper. My spouse is more likely to lax me when I'm constipated.

We usually use metamucil several times the day before, to ensure a nice, big, predictable stool. Then, the next morinng use constipating medicine. then the day after that, make each other have those delayed, drier BMs usually with suppositories. Sometimes, though, she will use an oral laxative on me, so that she can enjoy watching me cramp, and make me need her comforting, hehe..

My first expereince of getting REALLY constipated was when I was 19. I went to work away from home during a study vacation (on a gold mine). The hostel food was more than OK, but the reduction works where I was stationed was hot as hell and dry with it. Tea, taken morning and afternoon was not going to hack it for liquid intake - and nothing more was available (couldn't drink the tap water in the plant). Also the journey there had been more than traumatic, with my ancient car running a bearing so I had to complete the trip by train.

Well, my colon went into spasm. I didn't shit for two weeks. I felt no discomfort; but after taking a heroic dose of laxative on day 9 with no result at all (not even gripes) I began to get increasingly worried. The mine was far from the nearest clinic or doctor. On day 14, I began to feel a stirring in the depths and shot into the nearest toilet in great hope. With huge effort I heaved and strained for almost half an hour, by which time my arsehole had stretched to over 3 inches diameter and was very sore. I could feel in the open hole, a flat, rock hard surface, but I couldn't get anything out. The log that was in there was thicker! You must undertand that there were no scubala (no shit balls) at all - just one continuous and very hard mass. I wasn't squeamish, but I couldn't get a finger in to hook anything out at all. That felt really scary and I decided to abandon the effort while I thought of ways to get rid of it. That was easier said than done, though. The shit was so tightly wedged in the constriction of my anus that it wouldn't go back inside me by itself either. I tried standing up, but that was almost impossible with the huge thing wedging my arse cheeks apart. I had to give it a sustained and painful shove! Finally, I got my poor arsehole closed again, all raw and swollen.

I was on my own, facing a problem I couldn't share (I was just an apprentice - imagine the ribbing?). So I took a tea spoon from the canteen and waited fearfully. In a few hours, my rectum began to do its thing again, and again I had to go through the agony of stretching my sphincters until the mass of shit was present within the skin of my anus, now tight and sore. I tried to slip the tea spoon up along the side of the shit: no go - too sore. So I begain to dig into the hard surface of the log with the spoon, carving off what I could get at (which wasn't too near the edges - again too painful). It was slow work, and my arsehole began to sthrob painfully as I dug away. I suppose I got about an inch into the mass before I had to give up and push it back in. THAT HURT!

Later I had another go, and was encouraged when the edges of the shit mass where I had dug earlier caved in, crumbling and coming away. Again I dug, and again mined another inch out of me. How much of this thing was there? I had no idea. It was then that I hit on the idea of an enema. I was alreay hooked on enemas; but I had no gear with me at all. What to do? The bathrooms in that all male place were communal - the baths all out in one big space. I waited until everyone else was in bed, and then turned on the cold water, got into a bath and scooted my bum up and under the cold tap (faucet), pressing my anus against it until the water was forced into me. To my great relief, it did go in (I was scared it wouldn't get around the turd!) but with every second my anxiety about getting caught was rising while the water flowed into me. When I had taken as much as I could hold, I ran stark naked into the nearest stall and shut the door. I still had my trusty tea spoon! Once more the awful stretching had to be undertaken, but at least the water now lubricated the passage of the turd. Again the rim of my "turd mine" collapsed under the pressure; and then, ever so slowly, the whole mass of shit began to come out. I guess the repeated stretching had finally got my hole big enough to let the monster out. It was a good 7 inches long, and on its side I could clearly see how each day's shit had been compressed into a sort of biscuit (cookie) and stuck fast to the ones before it and after it. The enema still had to come out, though; the shit had completely plugged it inside me!

As I said, it was a COLD enema perforce - no mixer taps in a cheap hostel! So the gripes were intense and the following emptying of my colon (remember the failed laxative?) was thorough. The toilet pan began to fill up alarmingly. When I was through, my anus was on fire. I didn't dare flush, as the huge turd had no hope of getting round the bend. There was nothing for it but to plunge my hand and the tea spoon into the revolting (and really stinky) mess and break the thing up. EEEeeewww!

The sequel was my first acquaintance with piles - and it lasted for another two weeks. Now you know how it feels to be constipated. But afterwards, and for many years, I have sought to relive the experience. That what being a crazy anl erotic is all about!

Johnny

I do not ever really get constipated,I remember someone talking about using anti diarrhea pills and fiber over the coarse of a few days but I forgot the "Recipe"

Just the word tummache used 2 used to be an inside joking teasing/warning so you can get go crazy waiting till I was home,also if I was in the bed but not sleeping like when I 1st woke up all it would take was for my stomach to growl and I would promptly be diagnosed as having a tummache and you can guess where it went from there.

This of coarse was all in fun as I LOVE Enemas so I would always be willing to play around,I liked nothing better than squirming around awaiting a big bag full of peppermint suds or even better being make to sit on the toilet and watch it being prepared and than marched back into the bedroom and get into whatever position.

Maybe this should be somewhere else as it doesent really have to do with constipation,it has to do with a real tummyache,not the fun role play kind but one cause I wasent feeling well,this was pretty rare in fact I can barely remember the times it happened.What I do remember is no matter how much I loved being given an Enemas if I had a legitimate real tummyace they were the few that were not enjoyable

I don't often get constipated but I remember my first time very well. It was the last 2 weeks of my junior year in college. Many, many hours in the lab working on projects, followed by the stress of finals (physics, chemistry, & calculus at the same time! I must have been a masochist!) led to a very poor diet. Add to that record heat and the water lost riding my bike back and forth to campus, and I got quite dehydrated. I had severe pain and muscle cramps throughout my body, including my abdomen, for almost 2 straight weeks but nothing moved. I finally broke down and went to the campus health clinic. I was embarassed as could be explaining it to a nurse, then the doctor, but even more embarassed when the doc gave me 4 choices: hospitalization (which I couldn't afford as a poor student), strong laxitives (with unpredictable action), an enema issued by a nursing student (make an appointment, explain it all over again, etc.), or give myself an enema when my schedule allowed. I picked #4. I was embarassed again having to explain it to the pharmacist before he would tell me where to find suppositories and water bottles. I wasn't sure which was worse, the full-body pain & cramping for 2 weeks or having to tell 3 total strangers the details of my bowel movements.

I still don't like telling strangers about my bathroom habits, but I look forward to the relief that I, or my partner, bring when I do get that stopped up.

There are times that I will intentionally constipate myself so that require some form of relief (either through enemas, suppossitories, or manual stimulation).

I'll admit that every once in a while my husband and I will plan a constipation session for me. This is planned for A Saturday morning. The evening before we go to dinner and prior to eating I take one Immodium pill. Then We have dinner. The Immodium will remove moisture from my stool and make it a bit stiff and lumpy. Saturday morning I'll get dressed in some really sexy blouse, stockings, garter belt, crotchless panties and high heels. I do some make up and a little perfume. I normally get the urge to have a bowel movement after a cup of coffee. We go downstairs into our exam room and my husband positions me on the tables and into the Brewer Knee Crutches. My husband had our older table top re-upholstered with deep pink glitter heavy duty shiny naugahyde and put on new Brewer side rails and new Brewer knee crutches. These cradle my knees and calves so nice, and to lay there opened and totally relaxed is a dream. I feel so hot and sultry. In a nutshell he uses a new nine inch pink glass anal dilator with some lube to insert first into my rectum to loosen things up a bit. With this I'm always good for a few great anal orgasms. The end of the table is set up a bit so a bed pan can be placed directly under my bottom. With that dilator inside me I get the urge to push but the dilator is locked inside of me so I can't move my bowels. After ten minutes or so my husband removes the dilator which is covered in my stool. He then slips on a pair of exam gloves, lubes his fingers and inserts two fingers into my rectum. He feels my impacted stool and has me push. As I push he holds me open a bit and helps me deliver my stool into the bed pan. We call this sexy and kinky ordeal "Deliver Me" Once the major part of the stool is delivered he manually removes the smaller pieces. Once that's completed he cleans me up, removes the bedpan to the toilet, comes back and we have anal sex. All this takes about an hour and it's great fun. We do this about once a month. This is super sexy when I wear black lace crotchless panties. I know being slightly induced into a constipated state can be a super sexy great deal of fun especially knowing your lover will happily "Deliver You" We have been married a long time but people who really get to know one another reap the benefits of trust and true love. You have to stay "Green and Growing" with sex and kinky sex is fine as long as both people consent to the same things.

GyneDoll

GyneDoll - The "Deliver Me" scene is absolutly wonderful. You are both lucky to have found each other and share your loves together.

Hi Dave59, my husband and I have been together since I was 17 years old. That was nearly 46 years ago. Our fun with sex grew as we grew. I, for myself think that a couple lasts a long time when they stay "Green And Growing" There are things I don't like, Bondage and everything that goes along with it I don't like nor does my husband. We don't swing, swap or do anything sexual with other people. Relationships fall apart at the seams because people do not take time to sit down and talk about what they may desire. Years ago I had surgery on both elbows and I could not bend my arms at the joint. My husband had to dress and feed me. He had to set me on the toilet and clean me after a bowel movement. Odd at first yes, but odd became very intimates and sexy in the future. I actually began to feel more accepted in my married life after all that. We talked about how we felt about him tending all my feminine needs. I mean everything from the bathroom, changing my tampons and pads while menstruating and cooking my meals. This was a stepping stone for our sex lives that we still have fun and passion with today. Today however finds me on our own at home examination table opening my legs for him so he can tend me as I poop. May sound odd to others but it's passionate for us. This man treats me like a queen and I know he loves me. So we do this "Me Going Potty" thing but we both agree it's a good thing for us to do because we both enjoy it. I'll agree the "Deliver Me" sounds kinky and hot but that's what I want him to do! Gently and very sexy!

GyneDoll

Gynedoll, your "Deliver me" play sounds so erotic and intimate. Sirensong and I experienced a similar "stepping stone" in our sexual lives many years ago after I had hemorrhoid surgery. She would gently cleanse my anus daily to insure that the incision would not become infected. It turned us both on, and led to an evolution of our sex lives into more kinky activities. Long term relationships like ours thrive on the intimacy that such kinky play creates. Just curious...... is your "deliver me" play just one way, or have you ever put your husband/lover on the table?

In our "Delivery Me" fun I'm the one that's being delivered. And to talk about us as a couple being lucky to have found one another I'll say that luck really has nothing to do with it. I'm eluding to what a member spoke of earlier. There is a gateway to our love. We share a metaphysical or spiritual love. A love of total acceptance. When I was seventeen and dating the man I'm married to today I would not let him make love to me. That was to be saved for a wedding night. I did however let him please me orally and I wanted that every time we were together. How many senior girls in high school had their boyfriend kissing their vagina's after school? Not many but I was getting pleasured every day. Now here was the stepping stone to acceptance! We went to the drive in movies in his dad's old Ford station wagon. We were kissing and hugging and I told him I wanted to be pleasured orally. Today I can say, "Baby Kiss My Pussy" but back then I was a kid that did not talk like that, nor did he. When he got his hands in my panties he found my feminine napkin against my vagina. Yes, I was having my period and I assured him all was good and it was only a little blood. He was a bit hesitant but something immaculate happened that night. He willingly and willingly is an important word took my blood into his body and we became one! Yes my blood was now in a very special and spiritual way running through his veins. That acceptance by him to have me as I am at any time paved the way to a love that is as strong as and beautiful as heaven itself. He loved all of me! I read once and this statement came from a woman, "There is no greater expression of love than when my man loves me orally during menstruation" She spoke of the word "Taboo" in the language of some Island People Taboo is an act of total spirituality. She then spoke of spiritual love. We made it a special time of the month every month for many years to have my love take my blood into his body. I never wore tampons, only pads. He would unfasten my pad and I would position my body over his mouth and as I pushed and cramped with heavenly orgasm he would take every ounce of my flow into him. His most favorite thing was to get all worked up to the point where I was so swollen and loose that he was able to insert the tip of his tongue into the "OS" or opening of my cervix. Now that was loving me like our creator had hoped I believe. And we did that each month for years and years. Why do you think that most of the photos in my Med Fet Gallery show me in some state of "My Girl Time" We made those photo sessions fun. Later on in life we talked about new fun times. The "Delivery Me" idea was talked about and pit into action. That's a very sexy thing to do but it's an act of total acceptance. I'm going to move my bowels and spread my legs for him because I know I'm his princess and only lady. And "Only" has everything to do with building a strong as steel relationship. You build your love on a strong foundation and consenting fun between two "Taboo and Spiritual" lovers all can be well. You can't however get to step twelve without first working step on. It's not luck at all! It's about learning each other, communication and acceptance. "Deliver Me" won't happen over night. It takes a while to walk that path. I've passed along what has worked for us. Just think, we have planned a "Delivery Me" session for next Saturday morning. I'll be dreaming about it.

Responding to Jennie's post of 2012.12.17 08:56 :

I do not like feeling clogged-up, as such. I like the idea of the remedy. As I indicated, usually, getting purposely clogged up is the means to the end of a relatively dry (not-so-messy) induced by a stool induced by one or more bisacodyl and/or glycerine suppositories.

Sometimes it is the means for my spouse to increase the chance of me having cramps when she is planning ahead to give me an oral laxative (which she has thoughtfully made me to need).

I get various medications three times per day. I make a point of not looking at them, so that if she is giving me unexpected constipating, laxative and/or sedative medicine, I will experience the results without prejudice, for her entertainment.

I don't like being constipated. I was constipated sometimes as a child, of course, and I didn't like it then, either. When I was younger, a doctor ordered a barium enema for me and I had no idea what I was in for. The prep was not that bad, but the procedure and after effects were. I'm really skilled at administering a good, gentle, loving (but firm) enema when a lover is constipated (or for recreation). I am almost always the giver. I always make sure my partner feels warm and loved and adored and accepted when they're getting their enema, but I also expect them to try their best to be "good" for me, and to take as much as possible, to hold it longer than they think they can, etc., while earning my comfort and praise. When I got my barium enema none of that took place. The nurse was a miserable bitch and I got terribly constipated. It was not enjoyable for me at all. But, as I said, I am virtually always the enema giver. I never thought to ask any of my lover's if they enjoyed getting a little constipated. I suspect at least one or two must have because they would sometimes whisper in my ear (usually in the dark) “My tummy hurts” or “My bottom hurts” or “My bottom’s too full”. That prompted me to ask, "Are you a little constipated, sweetheart?" or, "Did you have a good bm today, baby?” at which point they would respond and I’d say, "Poor baby. Someone needs a good soapy enema I think" or "Awww, poor thing. I'm sorry sweetie, but now you're going to have to have an enema." Sometimes I'd say, "Honey, if you eat all of that rice (or another banana) you're going to get really constipated.” to no avail, of course. Yeah, I'm pretty sure they didn't mind getting constipated.

My episode occurred three weeks ago. I woke up with TMJ (my jaw was killing me and I couldn't open it.

The dentist gave me Tylenol with codeine which bound me up but I didn't realize it until the end of the week. At this time I felt the pressure but could not go. The more I tried the worse it felt until it felt like I had a massive stone sitting inside my ass and couldn't move. The more I pushed the more it hurt. I began to panic and was willing to try anything. I took 3 of those little pills, can't remember the name, and tried a Fleets enema. By now it was so bad that I did not have the muscles to hold the Fleets in. I tried twice. I then got a rubber glove and tried to break it up with no luck. At this time my wife suggested suppositories and I tried 2 or 3 of them. What I wasn't realizing at this time was that, I'm not positive, my internal hemorrhoids were larger than life and I think were now outside but I know that my external hemorrhoids were enormous. Eventually I began to go, not a lot but with some pushing I got enough out that it let up on the pressure that was killing me. I continued to go over the next few days. This is the second time that I was constipated like that and both times I believe it was caused by cough medicine with codeine or pain killer with codeine. I will do without that med in the future. I'll answer any questions you have as it's still very vivid in my memory.

My wife has had an ongoing problem with severe constipation for several years. Usually I only find out about it when she has locked up to the point of great pain. It has been necessary on a number of occasions to don the gloves, go into the anus as gently as possible and break up the clog ( it usually resembles hard compressed rabbit pellets) and remove them by hand. as I remove stool closest to the rectum pressure packs the area again so it usually takes a good half hour or more of work to clear her to a point where she can start taking soapsuds enemas to relieve the problem. I keep telling her she needs to make me aware of the problem before it gets to that point but as an LVN she keeps thinking she can use laxatives to treat and it never works. I wish I had a set of the old fashioned "shit hooks" we heard so much of in my youth but I've never actually seen. Those could be quite interesting!

Okiemax51:

The most efficient manner for a good bowel cleansing is the following one: A big spoon of the carving set contains about 1/2 oz. Fill this spoon with Castor Oil, take this in your mouth and mix this there with your saliva for 10 minutes. There, the Castor Oil will be pre-digested and after this time you will be able to swallow the pre-digested Castor Oil without any problems. In repeating this procedure three times, you will have swallowed about 2 oz Castor Oil totally. In weighing the bottle Castor Oil before the first filling of the spoon and later after the last filling of the spoon you will be able to determine the total dose Castor Oil, this exactly. - About one hour after having swallowed the the first spoon Castor Oil the defecation will beginn. Good luck!

I solve constipation with suppos sometimes

I have chronic constipation. One time it was so bad that I formed a fecal impaction, went to the ER and was admitted to the hospital. The experience of being manually disimpacted and receiving enemas till clear was a great thrill for me. Since that time, I have induced constipation to the point of impaction by taking pasty Metamucil several times a day to add bulk and, at the same time, taking anti-diarrhea medication to slow down the transit time. After 5 or 6 days, the impaction forms and I'm in the hospital getting "the treatment". On one occasion, the doctor ordered oral meds, I took them as ordered but kept them under my tongue until the nurse left and about 15 minutes later stuck my finger down my throat and threw up in the toilet and put the capsule in the vomit so nurse could see it and got the orders changed to enemas till clear.

Once when i ws 4 or 5 yrs old, i remember i had a constipation issue. my mom took me to the pediatrician where i got the first enema of my life. mom took of my pants and made me lie on my tummy, the doc parted my butt cheeks and poked her finger in my hole with some lube, it was bit cold and slippery. it was funny and ticklish, jst aftr that i felt a nozzle going inside my little hole gushing water inside me.

I remember my wife getting constipated on our honeymoon. She had never experienced a enema and was reluctant about it. I told her she could get it from me or go to the doctor and pay to get the same thing. She agreed and we / I spent a wonderful afternoon injecting water into my lovely wife's butt, allowing her to expel, then cleaning her up and repeating the whole thing again.

After that we did enemas on each other and enjoyed them greatly.

Constipation is a natural body condition that can be "treated" either naturally or with drugs.....for me, I much prefer the natural remedies.

The only time, at least since childhood, when I had no pooped for days and was getting worried was when I had a cycling accident. I spent six days in hospital, not eating much and not moving much, and in the end I had not moved my bowels since before surgery. It was an unpleasant feeling - not painful but a kind of discomfort. The hospital nurses gave me oral laxatives and a glycerin suppository, to no avail, which was not comforting.

When I came back home, my wife tried a couple of glycerin suppositories (she thought at first that it was perhaps unwise to use an enema on somebody back from surgery without medical advice). No effect either, and by that time I had some kind of permanent but not intense discomfort in the stomach. So in the evening she took out the bag, and I felt definitely relieved to be "unplugged".

Since I was still in bed most of the day my wife then took upon her to remind me periodically to try to do number two so that I didn't get plugged again.

I generally take one Dulcolax tab before bed which works most of the time. I like to go before my enema. If the pill doesn't work, the enema will clean me out. ??

I am the world's worst traveler as every time I go somewhere I get locked up tighter than a banjo string. Perhaps the excitement, eating new and different foods, who knows??

Some months ago the doctor ordered me to have a colonoscopy and part of my prep included taking a double dose of Miralax 2 nights before the day of the full cleanout. To my surprise, the results of the Miralax were not "explosive" and I actually did not know that I had taken anything. In Oct we went to the beach for a week and I knew what exactly was going to happen to me. So I took my little bottle of Miralax along, took a single dose every night before I went to bed and never had the first bit of a problem. With a single dose I had one very regular bowel movement in the morning, the rest of the day went very normal. Think I have found my new traveling buddy.

I have the opposite worry - getting the runs. Especially when going on long drives or when you have to be at an event for a long period, or if you are going to be in a location where bathrooms are lacking, or at least lacking in cleanliness.

Fortunately in the past month, i've been on a deep sea fishing trip & to a Giants game & didn't have to worry about going. I was constipated for the latter, having held in a Japanese dinner from the night before, eating plenty during tailgating, etc. and it was a long time before getting out of the parking lot & heading for home. not constipated like feeling like i had to go, but just not going.

I don't mind the feeling as long as it's not "I have to go but can't". Then i feel i'm wasting my time on the toilet, get frustrated i can't clean out when i feel i need to, etc. But these times are rare, so i don;t mind them too much.

Especially compared to the "Damn, i gotta get to a bathroom immediately & can't hold it" feeling.

I sometimes will get constipated when traveling. So if we are going to be away for more than two nights, I always pack my trusty old closed top bag. Had to use it in September on a trip out to Denver. First night in our Denver hotel, I had to take two two-quart enemas to get things flowing. No big deal, no fanfare, just told my wife I hadn't gone since the day before we left home, so I'd better take care of things. She's not into enemas or anything anal, so she watched TV while I took over the bathroom.

Yes, like many others have posted on here, I too get constipated especially while traveling. We are planning a trip to Orlando next month and will be gone 10 days. As excited as I should be about a nice vacation, I dread the thought of being constipated the whole trip. In reading other posts here, I appreciate the comments that Tillie has shared which was taking Miralax every night and having a good trip.

My doctor prescribed me to take a normal dose of Miralax every other day. I would like to say that it has made a huge difference, but it helps, but not as much as I thought it would. I bought a old Comfy 2 qt fountain bag at a garage sale (brand new, still wrapped in plastic) a few months ago, and told the wife it would be perfect for traveling. I asked her if she could sew me a carrying case for it, and even though she hates that I take enemas, she said she would. Well our travel date is coming up and still no carrying case. I will have to ask her again.

But thinking about what Tillie wrote, I may up my schedule of Miralax to every day while on the trip. I bought a box of individual Miralax packets to take on a trip. The last three days of our trip, we will be staying with family in a snowbird double wide and there will be no chance to take an enema if I am in trouble. Miralax might be the answer.

Something else I have done is to take a 2 qt enema the day before we leave. While in the airplane and running around getting a rental car, and finding the hotel, I am feeling very comfortable for the first 2 1/2 days following the enema. Then the full, heavy feeling starts to settle in and know that I am about to be in trouble. So taking the new bag and plan for Miralax every day might make the difference in the quality of our vacation!!

Thanks to all for sharing your comments!!

I've switched to two Dulcolax tablets before bed and if I still can't go I insert a Dulcolax suppository which is fun to do and works in one half hour. Feels good to unload. ??