I love how this sketch turned out, so thanks, man, for doing this for me. And to show my gratitude here’s a short story to go with the sketch you drew for me.
Nathan and story is © the no longer constipated \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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Sketch is © the deviant
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The raccoon had been constipated for almost four days, and not wanting to deal with it any longer decided to take a walk to help ease his stopped up guts.
The air was warm and breezy. Not too hot for a late April evening and that was just how Nathan liked it as he walked along the sidewalk. Cars drove this way and that. Some honked either to get the raccoon’s attention or for no reason whatsoever. While he walked he kneaded his belly, working the clog along. Sometimes he would pass gas which were thankfully silent, but the smell certainly spoke its mind. Luckily it was breezy out, so the noxious fumes would be swept into the evening air, never to be smelt again.
He had gotten some distance away from his home before his bowels suddenly shifted downward without much warning. The cramps knotted his insides as he tried to hold the shitstorm back. He was too far from home, and he was too shy to ask to use someone’s toilet. However, salvation was just ahead. A nearby park with a restroom.
He made his way to the park while he held his grumbling belly. The place was deserted, like always. A heavy sigh of relief almost made his insides relax, but he held on. Almost there.
Inside the restroom it was cold and surprisingly sterile, save for the odd graffiti here and there. Nathan wasn’t interested in the wall drawings as he made his way to the final stall which was a handicapped one. In fact, it was the only one in there.
Making sure the door was locked, he dropped his pants and sat down. Right as his seat hit the seat, his ass exploded in loud, lewd squelching sounds as his pent up shit and nasty wet farts spewed from his tail hole, immediately filling the bowl with hot, steamy logs. Splash after splash of half a week of turds splattered into the now brown toilet water.
He could feel his stomach shrink as the flow continued. The smell was horrid, but Nathan didn’t care since he finally could go. The pure bliss of a good, long shit was close to an orgasm for him. With one more fart, splattering the remaining shit into the bowl, he wiped his ass clean and reached for the flusher. Once pressed, the toilet gave no roar, no whoosh, not even a gurgle. A bit miffed as he stood up and zipped up, checking his mess. The bowl was absolutely full. Almost to the top even. No way was it going to flush anytime soon. Not seeing a plunger around, he shrugged and unlocked the door. He washed and dried his paws, leaving the restroom behind him. Someone will get it to flush.
A paper sign fluttered down from the restroom door that read:
OUT OF ORDER
PLEASE USE LADIES
THE END
PLEASE USE LADIES
THE END