You kind of know it is inevitable. And you put it off knowing it is going to be rough. Then it has to happen the pressure is too much. You steel yourself for it but you can feel it is going to be a lot of difficult work. Then the worry starts because you realize it is worse than you expected, far larger, far harder. The worry sets in because you realize you have been slow breathing and periodically panting while trying with futility. Worry turns to fear. Fear turns to panic as you realize that no, it is impossible but events are in motion and cannot be stopped and it is beyond your control. You are panting and muttering please no i can’ do this. You whimper as you hit the point of no return and you cry out despite biting your lip and the stretch and sting and burn begins as you feel it happen, your head racing as you think omg i cannot do this and your eyes roll back in your head and you feel yourself stretch impossibly farther than ever before as it happens and you are trying to be still and yet you are squirming and then you gasp as you feel your body adapt and it happens as you try to breathe as you gape impossibly open and the peak stretch happens, more than ever before, and you feel your body will never close again as it continues to leave you, feeling not just that it was a single wide spot but also far longer than you realized and you cannot even breathe and then suddenly it is over and you realize you are still gaped as you slowly pant your way through and recover your senses. And with a warm flush of your face you smile and have a sense of pride in your body that you were able to pass something so impossibly huge. And as you clench the muscles weakly around nothing you are once again amazed at what your body can accomplish. Once you recover you realize how relaxed your entire body is and you have a slight secret smile for a while with the residual self pride that you pooped something so incredibly large and you can’t wait for the next time.
