Originally Posted by
Heartview
Slow poops are the best. The feeling of your anus spreading, and the defecate working its way out. Its almost orgasmic. The feeling of such vulnerability of you sitting alone in a small cold room, asshole agape with a smelly, steaming log of things even your organs could no longer use protruding from inside you. It slowly starts sliding out and you can feel its rigid and uneven sides as your black hole molds and shifts around it, embracing it on its last venture through your body. You grip the bowl, sweating, as your entire body tenses up with the feeling, slowly building up in intensity as the small being makes its way from your bowls. The slow feeling of it pushing its way out of you, almost alive, before finally, the release. A large weight falls from your body and instantly relief washes over you as you can almost feel the weight being lifted from your insides. Your brown hole lingers open, worn from the intense experience, before slowly clenching back to its natural position, forever sealing the door, and breaking the last bond between you and your excrement. The experience is almost surreal, the air thick with intensity, a little bit of agony mixed with pleasure. You rid yourself of any remains and leave your chamber of excitement, living the rest of your day as the people around you know nothing of your experience.
Slow poops are the best guys, no lie.