I Love To Take Laxative And Completely Diarrhea My Pants
Epsom Salts... When I was about sixteen, I took some Ex-lax and it made me poop a lot. Way more than I expected for sure, but I did that into the toilet. I did it a few more times before I finally decided to up the ante. About half way through my senior year of high school, my parents had left to visit family in Texas over the second half of Christmas break. I was left alone at home, as my brother and sisters had moved out at this point. This time, I decided to take some Epsom salts and wear my yellow skinny jeans.
I got ready, standing in my bathroom squatting down slightly in front of the mirror. I wanted to see if it really "exploded" like everyone said if you took Epsom salts. I had put three tablespoons in heated water, and I quickly downed it in the bathroom. I stood for about five minutes, and nothing happened. No one had told me they had a delayed affect. I jumped around a bit and walked throughout my house, trying to stir up my stomach. Nothing happened. Disappointed, I sat down in the living room to watch T.V. and let my salts brew. About an hour and a half later, when I got up to get into the kitchen, it hit me. It hit me hard. My stomach suddenly cramped worse than bad periods and I staggered slightly on the pain. My butt tried to open desperately, but I tensed my buttcheeks together and tried to walk to the bathroom.
After about five feet of walking, it overpowered me. Diarrhea literally rocketed into my pink panties with hearts and flowers on them. It exploded out amidst moist farts. I walked slowly to the bathroom, a steady pain building between my buttcheeks. I hadn't stopped shitting yet and it had been almost thirty seconds. I could feel my panties stretching, the liquid running down my legs. I finally got into the bathroom, diarrhea dripping from my pants leg. Panicked, I opened the toilet seat and sat down. My stomach gurgled angrily as my bowels continued to empty themselves. The pain was immense as my butt grew wider and wider, spewing more and more liquid into my panties. Liquid began to come out of the top of the back of my jeans, and I quickly closed off the exit with my hand. It bulged around to my front, above my privates. Suddenly, a second wave hit. Another explosion happened, and this time diarrhea poured from my pants into the toilet, splashing onto the seat. I stood up, my stomach churning with pain as the biggest solid piece yet shot into my panties. A small wave of diarrhea poured onto the tiled floor as I stood up, my ass hurting worse than ever.
I farted loudly once, then twice as my butt stopped spewing diarrhea. I knelt down onto the floor, my butt and stomach aching. The last little wave of diarrhea spurted into my pants and a wet, long fart followed. I looked around. There was a diarrhea puddle about three feet in diameter around me on the bathroom floor. I looked at the seat of my pants. It was entirely brown, the yellow not showing at all. Mush hung over the waistline, occasionally plopping onto the floor or splashing into the shit puddle. I looked at my watch. I had pooped for a straight six minutes. My butthole ached in pain, diarrhea still oozing from it. I farted, exhausted. I continued to have little explosions on and off for the next hour or two, each time surprising me. I didn't change until after I knew it was over, and when I stood on the scale I was seven pounds lighter after cleaning up.
Epsom salts are a good laxative, but they really are a force to be reckoned with. I took a seven pound dump that was pretty much liquid. Those skinny jeans couldn't be salvaged; I washed them twice and the stain still showed prominently, so I threw them away. The clean up was terrible, having to wipe the drops off the living room floor, then soak up my whole puddle and wash the towel over and over. It took three flushings to flush what of my diarrhea I could get into the toilet. The rest either fell on the floor while I was trying to empty my pants or just slipped out from the leg holes of my panties during the effects. That bathroom smelled like shit for a whole three days after. Just be careful with Epsom salts.
I got ready, standing in my bathroom squatting down slightly in front of the mirror. I wanted to see if it really "exploded" like everyone said if you took Epsom salts. I had put three tablespoons in heated water, and I quickly downed it in the bathroom. I stood for about five minutes, and nothing happened. No one had told me they had a delayed affect. I jumped around a bit and walked throughout my house, trying to stir up my stomach. Nothing happened. Disappointed, I sat down in the living room to watch T.V. and let my salts brew. About an hour and a half later, when I got up to get into the kitchen, it hit me. It hit me hard. My stomach suddenly cramped worse than bad periods and I staggered slightly on the pain. My butt tried to open desperately, but I tensed my buttcheeks together and tried to walk to the bathroom.
After about five feet of walking, it overpowered me. Diarrhea literally rocketed into my pink panties with hearts and flowers on them. It exploded out amidst moist farts. I walked slowly to the bathroom, a steady pain building between my buttcheeks. I hadn't stopped shitting yet and it had been almost thirty seconds. I could feel my panties stretching, the liquid running down my legs. I finally got into the bathroom, diarrhea dripping from my pants leg. Panicked, I opened the toilet seat and sat down. My stomach gurgled angrily as my bowels continued to empty themselves. The pain was immense as my butt grew wider and wider, spewing more and more liquid into my panties. Liquid began to come out of the top of the back of my jeans, and I quickly closed off the exit with my hand. It bulged around to my front, above my privates. Suddenly, a second wave hit. Another explosion happened, and this time diarrhea poured from my pants into the toilet, splashing onto the seat. I stood up, my stomach churning with pain as the biggest solid piece yet shot into my panties. A small wave of diarrhea poured onto the tiled floor as I stood up, my ass hurting worse than ever.
I farted loudly once, then twice as my butt stopped spewing diarrhea. I knelt down onto the floor, my butt and stomach aching. The last little wave of diarrhea spurted into my pants and a wet, long fart followed. I looked around. There was a diarrhea puddle about three feet in diameter around me on the bathroom floor. I looked at the seat of my pants. It was entirely brown, the yellow not showing at all. Mush hung over the waistline, occasionally plopping onto the floor or splashing into the shit puddle. I looked at my watch. I had pooped for a straight six minutes. My butthole ached in pain, diarrhea still oozing from it. I farted, exhausted. I continued to have little explosions on and off for the next hour or two, each time surprising me. I didn't change until after I knew it was over, and when I stood on the scale I was seven pounds lighter after cleaning up.
Epsom salts are a good laxative, but they really are a force to be reckoned with. I took a seven pound dump that was pretty much liquid. Those skinny jeans couldn't be salvaged; I washed them twice and the stain still showed prominently, so I threw them away. The clean up was terrible, having to wipe the drops off the living room floor, then soak up my whole puddle and wash the towel over and over. It took three flushings to flush what of my diarrhea I could get into the toilet. The rest either fell on the floor while I was trying to empty my pants or just slipped out from the leg holes of my panties during the effects. That bathroom smelled like shit for a whole three days after. Just be careful with Epsom salts.
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