A cursed, self indulgent love story Containing themes of desperation, inflation, masochism, scat (but never actually pooping), and most prominently… unrealistic extreme constipation with no release that also causes side effects one might see as suffering I’ve not seen a story quite like this, so be ready I plan to make more chapter’s eventually Maybe, if people actually like this at all Chapter one Sakura woke up in his pink room on the bad, to a familiar feeling in his butt. The extreme urge to poop that never went away. Since as long as he could remember had chronic constipation. Usually he only would poop once every two weeks. However, as time goes on, his constipation only seems to get worse. Two weeks turned into three, and nowadays he often goes a month without pooping. Today, he was probably as constipated as he ever had been before, it had been around a month and a half since anything came out of his ass. Unsurprisingly, his belly is quite visibly distended, as he is constantly full of poop. He had quite a round belly compared to the average sylveon, and it was relatively noticeable. His stomach never hurt from it, surprisingly, but he sure did feel it in in his rectum. A constant extreme urge to poop. At the height of his constipation, he would start to feel an extreme pain in his rectum that would come in waves, cramps in his rectum, urging him to poop, that only got worse and more frequent until he finally did. He had a bit of a love hate relationship with his chronic constipation, believe it or not. Yes, it would hurt quite a bit, especially at the height of it, as his body practically begs for him to poop. However, he also found… some comfort in it weirdly enough. It had a strange feeling that he kind of liked. He would find some weird sense of comfort in that sensation in his rectum, and learned to sort of live with his constipation He would often masturbate at times to deal with pain, and in some maybe masochistic sort of pleasure, his orgasms felt really intense the more constipated he was. The feeling sorta felt like being fucked in the ass at times. However this was a new level of constipation, even for him, he had never felt this backed up. Soon enough, after a late breakfast, since he was the type to sleep late and wake up late, it was time for his class, so he walked out of his dorm and started heading to class, which was more of a struggle today. He was so incredibly packed with poop that he became out of breath just from walking to class. His colon so enlarged it pressed against his lungs, reducing his lung capacity. After making it to class, he sat in his seat like normal, next to his friend Bubbles, an Espeon. Bubbles was an Espeon and his best friend he had know since as long as he could remember. Bubbles was pretty girly, and always wore his striped thigh highs, which he, never really washed, and Sakura could tell, but he didn’t really say anything about it. He looked over at his friend bubbles doing some work, his friends ass so large and round it barely fit in his seat. He honestly had developed a sort of attraction to Bubbles, but felt weird about admitting that to his friend. While sitting in class, Sakura would shake his rear legs with every cramp, feeling his rectum packed with stool that should have been passed weeks ago. Bubbles knew enough about his friend to know this meant he still hadn’t gone since the last time they talked.. “Damn, still haven’t pooped huh… how long has it even been since you pooped” Bubbles asked, realizing this was a long time, even for him. “Honestly, it was like a month and a half ago. I don’t think I have ever gone this long” Sakura answered, a bit self conscious as he realized the severity of his issue. “Oh wow… hopefully you can manage to get it out soon, it can’t be good to be that full of poop for so long…”. While bubbles was mostly serious about his comment, being pretty concerned for his friend, he honestly couldn’t deny there was something about his friend’s constipation struggle that his mind often fixated on. It was hard to explain, he even didn’t really know what he felt himself, but it was like he had a morbid fascination with it that made him feel a bit funny whenever he thought about how packed of poop the Sylveon was. Sometimes he would think about Sakura as he went to sleep, and specifically how packed of poop he constantly must be, giving him a feeling of butterflies in his stomach, yet he didn’t know what his fascination with that topic meant. The thought of him doing everything in his life… while so full of poop, was just something he couldnt get off his mind Sakura tried to focus on the material being taught by their Umbreon teacher in class, but the pain from his constipation made it rather difficult to focus at times. He really could hardly sit still, with waves of that all too familiar pain, that he felt a morbid sense of comfort in, however this time it was stronger than it had ever been. He really was constipated beyond any time before, and he knew he had to try to go when he was done with his classes. After his classes, the Sylveon headed back to his dorm. He knew he really, really, should try to poop again, but he dreaded the difficulty and pain from forcing out such a huge mass of stool. So instead, he decided to procrastinate by drawing, which was a hobby he liked to do from time to time. He knew full well that the longer he waited to finally poop, the worse it would get and the harder it would be to go when he finally did, but that didn’t stop the Sylveon from neglecting his rectums plead to for relief. He tried to draw, but the waves of pain made it hard to focus, and constantly reminded him of the fact he would have to deal with it eventually. He knew he had to poop, he knew he couldn’t hold it forever. He kept saying to himself in his head, tomorrow he would finally try to get it out, but the days passed faster than the Sylveon could realize One day, back in class with his friend, Bubbles asked the Sylveon if he could stop by at his dorm to hang out for a while, as it had been a bit since they last did. He also said that there was something rather important he wanted to bring up, but it had to be in private. Sakura agreed to the plans, but wondered what Bubbles wanted to bring up. He assumed it had something to do with his constipation, and his friends concern for it. Class couldn’t have gone any slower as he pondered what his friend wanted to talk about. The thought was so strong for a few moments he was actually able to focus on something else than the pain in his rectum. As class finally finished, the two best friends started walking back to his dorm. Sakura desperately wanted to ask his friend during the walk, but knowing it was a short walk, he decided it was best to wait. Finally, they arrived at Sakuras room, a highly pink and girly room for the Sylveon, that felt like a safe place for him. They were supposed to just be hanging out as friends, but all Sakura could think about was what Bubbles wanted talk about. After they got settled in, Sakura nervously asked Bubbles almost immediately, “So um… what did you want to talk about to me” Bubbles paused for a moment, wondering how to approach the topic, “It’s about your breath“ “My breath?”, the Sylveon asked, concerned “I don’t really know how to say this… but… its starting to smell like… poop…” Sakura was taken aback, “I-it does!?”, he asked, his heart pounding out of his chest “I… think you are so full of poop I can literally smell it in your breath. I don’t mean to embarrass you I just, though you should know” The Sylveons mind started to race. Suddenly the severity of his issue hit him like a brick. How many others have noticed this? Why had he let his constipation get this bad? Would he ever be able to get this poop out? This was now far longer he had gone than ever before. “I.. think I really should try to poop… like, right now” The Sylveon exclaimed, and proceeded to get up to finally try to do something he had been neglecting for far too long. “Do… you want my company?” Bubbles asked. “I would appreciate it… but– you don’t have to…” Sakura responded, not wanting to bother his friend further. “Id be happy to…”, Bubbles said as he followed Sakura to his bathroom spot. Sakura pushed as hard as he could, shaking his legs and bracing for the pain of passing such a huge mass of stool, but the poop just wouldn’t come out. He tried for several minutes, but was unable to make much progress. It was really stuck. A wave of regret washed over him, maybe if he had tried to go earlier when he knew he should have, he wouldn’t be in this mess. He started thinking about the possibility he wouldn’t ever be able to poop. He thought about his already worsening pain just worsen as he filled with more and more poop. And his breath– He was always known for being a bit odd, and struggled to make friends. But who would want to be friends with the Sylveon who’s breath smelt like literal feces. He was surprised Bubbles wasn’t disturbed by it, even if it was mild, but he knew it would get worse as long as he didn’t get over his constipation. “Maybe you should try another time”, Bubbles said, noticing his friends distress. The Sylveon stayed silent. There was just one more thing the Espeon wanted to get off his chest however, something the Sylveon definitely wasn’t expecting to hear. The espeon just had to work up the courage to say it “You know… I… never said it bothered me”, The espeon said nervously, awaiting his friends reaction. “Huh?”, suddenly Sakura’s previous thoughts stopped, as he was now wondering what his friend was trying to say. “Your breath.. It doesn’t bother me” The Espeon clarified. However, before Sakura could respond he continued, “Honestly… Your constipation in general… its… something I honestly can’t stop thinking about, and haven’t been able to for a long time. I– it makes me feel something weird…” The Sylveon was shocked. Was Bubbles implying that he… was attracted to his constipation in some way. “I know that's probably weird… and I feel bad but… I get butterflies whenever I think about it. I think I have a crush on you… and your extreme constipation honestly only adds to that.”, Bubbles finally admitted, slightly ashamed of finding attraction in his friend's pain. Sakura didn’t know what to say, but he had to admit he had felt something for bubbles before as well… They had known each other for so long, and he always made him feel comforted to be around. His friends strange attraction to his problems didn’t bother him, and actually made him feel a bit better about it. “I–” he started, trying to put his thought into words. “Im shocked to hear your attraction to my problem, but I think it makes me feel better about it. And… I think I have a crush on you too… and have… for a long time” “R-really!?” Bubbles asked, blushing incredibly hard. He could hardly believe what was happening. “Does this mean…”, he started. “Do you want to… start dating?” He awkwardly asked. “I'd love to” Sakura said. “Though… does the smell of my breath really not bother you?” he asked. “Do you really want to date someone who’s breath smells like of poop” “Honestly… it kinda turns me on… and only makes me want to kiss you even more…” He admitted, hardly able to hide his current errection. “Y-you want to kiss me!? Even with the fact breath stinks?” Sakura asked, surprised his friend felt this way about him. “It just makes it better… I want to taste your breath… Its kind of intoxicating…” He said. Sakura was shocked about the Espeons weird attraction to his problem, but he really wanted to kiss the Espeon too. He leaned in for a kiss, and the two embraced each other and kissed for the first time. Sakura’s breath was a lot more obvious this close, and Bubbles could practically taste it. Sure, it was gross, but it was a part of Sakura, and Bubbles craved it, now even more after the first taste of their kiss. Something about it made him feel so good. “Heh…” Sakura said, after the kiss ended a few moments later. He didn’t really know what else to say, this was certainly not what he was expecting, but he couldn’t say he was unhappy about it. Now he didn’t really care if he could poop or not. And the pain? He would get used to it eventually, he couldn’t deny it gave him some comfort, even with how bad it was now. Sakura realized that he secretly did kind of like the feeling of being constipated himself, and part of him got excited just of the thought of wondering how full he could get. It was a thought that admittedly felt exciting and taboo, and possibly a little masochistic. “Well… Maybe I’ll get even more full of poop~” Sakura teased. Bubbles could hardly contain the erection that he had just from that thought, but responded respectfully, “As much as that thought turns me on… it is more important for you to take care of it, and not have to be in so much pain” “The truth is… I do kind of like it and find some comfort in it myself… and honestly always kind of have”, he admitted. “Besides, I don’t think this poop is coming out no matter how much I try” “Really..?” The surprising for the two of them just wouldn’t end today. Bubbles felt a little less weird about his attraction knowing Sakuras thoughts too. “Isn’t that a bit masochistic?” “Heh, I guess so”, Sakura said, “But… it makes me happy”.