I'm getting married next month (Sept 11 incidently --hey I got a 50% discount on the hall!) I've gain a few lbs and decided to go on a diet. I'm the hostess at a steakhouse so the Atkins diet made the most sense.
The Atkins diet makes you constipated so I have to take laxatives every day. Normally, I take one an hour or two after dinner and have my poop before I go to bed (about four hours later). Sometimes, I put off the laxative if my fiance and I are going out at night. Then, I take the laxative as soon as I get home and have to wake up during the night to poop.
However, this weekend every thing got thrown off schedule. On Friday night, my 3 sisters came into town to celebrate my birthday (which was on Thurs.) and have their final fittings for their bridesmaid gowns.
On Friday night, our dad took us out to dinner. Our mom died when we were little so we are all daddy's little girl. He likes to show us off so we got all dressed up to go to a local seafood restaurant. They were having an all you can eat shrimp feast. I must have eaten about two hundred steamed shrimp dripping with butter. My belly actually poked out when I was done. Afterwards, Dad went home because he still works at the factory on Saturday, but my sisters wanted to go dancing. After all we were already dressed up.
So I called my fiance and he met us at a local salsa club. He danced with all my sisters as well as me, but our dancing was more intimate. At 2 we left the club all hot and bothered. When we opened the apartment door, he slammed me against the wall and before I knew what happened, he was inside me. We spent the rest of the night fucking. Now, I was so turned on that I didn't stop to put my diaphragm in. So do you think I stopped to take a laxative? No way.
When i worke up the next morning, my pussy was sore, but my belly also felt out of sorts. I remembered that I had skipped the laxative. I was constipated. Normally, I don't eat carbs anymore, but I decided to have a bowl of bran cereal to "move things along". I had a huge bowl with plenty of dried fruit in it.
Right after breakfast, the phone rang. It was my manager. He said that the Saturday lunch hostess was throwing up (she's two months preggers) and he wondered if I could come down for three hours to handle the lunch rush. I was reluctant because I planned to go shopping with my sisters before their fittings. However, I really need all the extra money I can get between the weeding costs and my fiance's college tuition.
So I agreed. I called my sisters, appologized, and worked lunch. It was really hard because I have to stand and walk. The walking reminded me how constipated I was and I had terrible cramps whenever I stood still for too long. When lunch was over, I rushed to the bathroom. But once I sat on the toilet nothing happened. Well, not quite nothing. I let out a bunch of really long super-foul farts followed by a couple hard marble-like turds. It was so frustrating because I knew that there was a lot more still in my bum.
When I came out of the bathroom, I told my best friend Cami (who is the chef) about my problem. She suggested that I eat some of the pate because it always makes her shit. I ended up eating several slices of the fatty pate. Then I went home.
My sisters were coming over for dinner after the fitting so I took a pre-cooked brisket out of the fridge, shredded it up in my crock pot, dumped a bottle of BBQ sauce and 4 cans of beans on top and set it to cook.
Before I showered, I tried hard to dump my load. Again, I had some pretty bad farts and tiny turds, but nothing
significant.
When I got out of the shower, I could smell that dinner was ready. I decided to taste it and ended up eating a plate of BBQ beef and beans.
My sisters arrived and we left for the bridal shop. My sisters had the last fitting of the day and we made a party of it with a couple bottles of Arbour Mist wine. While my sisters were trying on their dresses, my belly began cramping again.
I went into the tiny bathroom and let out a huge bunch of farts. Everyone could hear me through the thin walls and my tipsy sisters started laughing. I was too embarassed to try to shit because I figured that I would make grunting noises that they could hear.
So I went back out. The dressmaker had a surprise for me. She had my gown ready for another fitting and told me that I could have my second to last fitting a week early since I wa already there. I put the dress on and sure enough, I looked like a fairy tale princess in the corset top and all the layers of fluffy white tulle.
My sisters started crying and one of them called our Aunt Meg who has been like a mom to us. She told our aunt to come over and see me in the gown. I said no because I really wanted to go home. I didn't tell them that I need to shit. But then the dressmaker said that it was a good idea because the next fitting was so close to the wedding that everyone would be so busy.
So I had to wait 15 minutes for my aunt to arrive. By then, my stomach was cramping terribly. By the time Aunt Meg got there, I could barely stand up, smile, and turn around so she could see the gown. As soon as she seemed satisfied, I begged them to let me change. "I have to use the bathroom!" I explained.
Now my dress has the top of corset bodice that is really zipped up, but looks like it is buttoned up the back with fake laces in the front. In my hurry to get out of the dress, I got the zipper caught. I panicked and yanked on the zipper making it worse.
The dressmaker was getting upset that I would tear the stitches and she would have to redo all that work, so she started yelling at me. But by now, my sisters were pulling and tugging too.
Suddenly, I felt a huge cramp. I thought it was just a fart so I pushed. But instead an enormous turd started coming out. Once it started, I couldn't stop it. It was rock hard and felt like it was three inches thick. I tried to push my sisters away and get to the toilet. They didn't understand since they were trying to help. Meanwhile, another terrible cramp forced more of the log like turd out. It was filling my panties up!
"Stop!" I screamed. "Let go of me! I"m shitting myself!"
They all froze. I ran to the toilet and tried to hike up all the layers of tulle so I could pull down my panties before any more crap came out. It was too late, by now my bowels had lost all control. I shat out more thick hard turds before it turned to softer stuff, then diarrhea. My sisters, aunt, and the dressmaker stood amazed in the bathroom doorway as I shit through my wedding dress.
Needless to say, the dress was ruined. Luckily, I bought weddng insurance. I'll get an identical dress paid for, but I can't go back to that dressmaker. She doesn't ever want to see me again.
The Atkins diet makes you constipated so I have to take laxatives every day. Normally, I take one an hour or two after dinner and have my poop before I go to bed (about four hours later). Sometimes, I put off the laxative if my fiance and I are going out at night. Then, I take the laxative as soon as I get home and have to wake up during the night to poop.
However, this weekend every thing got thrown off schedule. On Friday night, my 3 sisters came into town to celebrate my birthday (which was on Thurs.) and have their final fittings for their bridesmaid gowns.
On Friday night, our dad took us out to dinner. Our mom died when we were little so we are all daddy's little girl. He likes to show us off so we got all dressed up to go to a local seafood restaurant. They were having an all you can eat shrimp feast. I must have eaten about two hundred steamed shrimp dripping with butter. My belly actually poked out when I was done. Afterwards, Dad went home because he still works at the factory on Saturday, but my sisters wanted to go dancing. After all we were already dressed up.
So I called my fiance and he met us at a local salsa club. He danced with all my sisters as well as me, but our dancing was more intimate. At 2 we left the club all hot and bothered. When we opened the apartment door, he slammed me against the wall and before I knew what happened, he was inside me. We spent the rest of the night fucking. Now, I was so turned on that I didn't stop to put my diaphragm in. So do you think I stopped to take a laxative? No way.
When i worke up the next morning, my pussy was sore, but my belly also felt out of sorts. I remembered that I had skipped the laxative. I was constipated. Normally, I don't eat carbs anymore, but I decided to have a bowl of bran cereal to "move things along". I had a huge bowl with plenty of dried fruit in it.
Right after breakfast, the phone rang. It was my manager. He said that the Saturday lunch hostess was throwing up (she's two months preggers) and he wondered if I could come down for three hours to handle the lunch rush. I was reluctant because I planned to go shopping with my sisters before their fittings. However, I really need all the extra money I can get between the weeding costs and my fiance's college tuition.
So I agreed. I called my sisters, appologized, and worked lunch. It was really hard because I have to stand and walk. The walking reminded me how constipated I was and I had terrible cramps whenever I stood still for too long. When lunch was over, I rushed to the bathroom. But once I sat on the toilet nothing happened. Well, not quite nothing. I let out a bunch of really long super-foul farts followed by a couple hard marble-like turds. It was so frustrating because I knew that there was a lot more still in my bum.
When I came out of the bathroom, I told my best friend Cami (who is the chef) about my problem. She suggested that I eat some of the pate because it always makes her shit. I ended up eating several slices of the fatty pate. Then I went home.
My sisters were coming over for dinner after the fitting so I took a pre-cooked brisket out of the fridge, shredded it up in my crock pot, dumped a bottle of BBQ sauce and 4 cans of beans on top and set it to cook.
Before I showered, I tried hard to dump my load. Again, I had some pretty bad farts and tiny turds, but nothing
significant.
When I got out of the shower, I could smell that dinner was ready. I decided to taste it and ended up eating a plate of BBQ beef and beans.
My sisters arrived and we left for the bridal shop. My sisters had the last fitting of the day and we made a party of it with a couple bottles of Arbour Mist wine. While my sisters were trying on their dresses, my belly began cramping again.
I went into the tiny bathroom and let out a huge bunch of farts. Everyone could hear me through the thin walls and my tipsy sisters started laughing. I was too embarassed to try to shit because I figured that I would make grunting noises that they could hear.
So I went back out. The dressmaker had a surprise for me. She had my gown ready for another fitting and told me that I could have my second to last fitting a week early since I wa already there. I put the dress on and sure enough, I looked like a fairy tale princess in the corset top and all the layers of fluffy white tulle.
My sisters started crying and one of them called our Aunt Meg who has been like a mom to us. She told our aunt to come over and see me in the gown. I said no because I really wanted to go home. I didn't tell them that I need to shit. But then the dressmaker said that it was a good idea because the next fitting was so close to the wedding that everyone would be so busy.
So I had to wait 15 minutes for my aunt to arrive. By then, my stomach was cramping terribly. By the time Aunt Meg got there, I could barely stand up, smile, and turn around so she could see the gown. As soon as she seemed satisfied, I begged them to let me change. "I have to use the bathroom!" I explained.
Now my dress has the top of corset bodice that is really zipped up, but looks like it is buttoned up the back with fake laces in the front. In my hurry to get out of the dress, I got the zipper caught. I panicked and yanked on the zipper making it worse.
The dressmaker was getting upset that I would tear the stitches and she would have to redo all that work, so she started yelling at me. But by now, my sisters were pulling and tugging too.
Suddenly, I felt a huge cramp. I thought it was just a fart so I pushed. But instead an enormous turd started coming out. Once it started, I couldn't stop it. It was rock hard and felt like it was three inches thick. I tried to push my sisters away and get to the toilet. They didn't understand since they were trying to help. Meanwhile, another terrible cramp forced more of the log like turd out. It was filling my panties up!
"Stop!" I screamed. "Let go of me! I"m shitting myself!"
They all froze. I ran to the toilet and tried to hike up all the layers of tulle so I could pull down my panties before any more crap came out. It was too late, by now my bowels had lost all control. I shat out more thick hard turds before it turned to softer stuff, then diarrhea. My sisters, aunt, and the dressmaker stood amazed in the bathroom doorway as I shit through my wedding dress.
Needless to say, the dress was ruined. Luckily, I bought weddng insurance. I'll get an identical dress paid for, but I can't go back to that dressmaker. She doesn't ever want to see me again.
