Origin Story: First Time Using Laxatives
TL;DR: My story about using epsom salts and the first time.
Hey all,
I’ve noticed on here that there’s quite a few posts about how to’s and advice which is awesome!!! I hope it continues on because it not only provides a place to explore our laxative based “curiosities” but also reinforces a great deal of caution and ultimately safety. Of the questions I have asked and the many others that I have read there is a genuine atmosphere of maintaining a healthy foundation in our shared fetish. I want to thank everyone for their knowledge, experience and most of all their kindness. I wanted to say this first and foremost before delving into a somewhat different post.
I was thinking about changing it up instead of discussing some experiences more intimately/narratively. Maybe it will catch on or if not at least it’ll scratch my itch as I’ve always wanted to post about the first time I ever used laxatives.
*Even though there are no images or video I am still gonna put up a spoiler tag since there is some scat play involved and thus if that’s not your thing then you’ve been warned.*
It was during my adolescence. My parents were going out to a dinner at their work and so they were going to be out of the house for most of the evening. It was the perfect chance to exercise my “curiosity” and “experiment”. I can’t remember exactly how I learned about epsom salts and its laxative effect but in any case my plan was to try them out and see what would happen. Ever since I can remember, I’ve had coprophilic tendencies particularly around diarrhea. Even when I was really young, whenever someone would say the word “diarrhea” (the pepto bismol song was one I vividly remember) or I had diarrhea myself I would feel strange about it. Of course there was a level of disgust and embarrassment but simultaneously I would often get erections during it which only freaked me out until I realized what it meant. From there I was hooked, and so I would often watch diarrhea scenes from media like movies and tv (Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, Scary Movie 4, Van Wilder, Dumb and Dumber…etc.) when I could.
So as soon as my parents left, I got onto the computer (disabled the child safety lock) and then prepared my epsom salt dose. I read the instructions and decided to double the amount, since it said it treated “occasional constipation”. However as I began drinking it I quickly realized that the flavor was horrible. It tasted so bitter and minerally that I could barely drink more than half of the mixture and I ended up tossing the rest down the drain. I then sat back on the computer and perused Youtube and the various porn sites I knew for some entertainment while I waited for the epsom salts to start working. Eventually I went down a rabbit hole of efro style diarrhea related content. A lot of early Peteuse and Lizzy with Ashely Dobbs as well as a few hentai scenes. After a while I started to get very disappointed that the epsom salts weren't working (I thought they would be almost instant). I thought it might have been that I didn’t take enough but I was hesitant to try it again because of the flavor. I thought maybe it was a bust and that the movies just overdramatized things for comedy. A similar thing had happened earlier that year with prunes, where I tried to get some diarrhea but ended up with nothing. (I only ate like three or four 😂) So with much disappointment I continued watching porn to try and salvage the night.
However, soon after I felt a noticeable sensation in my stomach, a gurgly mild cramp and then a rush of sensation down my intestines and to my rectum. I quickly got up and hurried off to the bathroom. Excitedly sitting on the toilet, I pushed and out a nice chunky spray of diarrhea (Bristol Stool Chart # 6 getting to #7). I was so happy it had worked. I sat there holding my stomach as I let the last waves exit, pretending to be Harry from Dumb and Dumber or at least something like that (I know I’m a dork). I finished wiping and then I went back to the computer thinking that it was all over. Oh how wrong I was!
As soon as I resumed my entertainment I felt that familiar feeling in my guts again. This time I got back to the toilet and let another blast go. This time it was completely liquid (Bristol Stool Chart #7). Excited that my epsom salt experience wasn’t over I began to experiment with alternative places to go besides the toilet. I went in a trash can a few times like in the scene from Van Wilder and even in the bathtub where I reenacted that infamous video of that girl having diarrhea in a hot tub. (Yeah still a dork). That experience awoke a love of smearing and being downright filthy even though in retrospect I didn’t even get that messy. After washing off, I continued watching porn but then a disconcerting thought began to appear. My parents would be home within an hour and I was still going to the toilet what seemed like every 10-15 minutes. At this point my rectum was getting extra chaffed and sore from all the wiping and my diarrhea began to become more of a burden with each expulsion. After a few more little experiments like going in some containers like a mason jar (which I actually threw away! 😆) I then tried to make sure everything was clean before my parents came home. I checked everywhere where I had gone, wiping up all the little dribbles and splats that my butt had left behind. Then I made sure all of my search history was deleted (lesson learned from a previous time) and logged out from the computer and shut it down. Eventually when they did come home I tried to make it seem like it was a completely uneventful evening at home. I even grabbed the family bible to look as innocent as possible (my parents weren’t even overtly religious but I guess to my subconscious seemed like a good idea at the time). After greeting them I quickly went off to bed.
That night I had the worst time sleeping as every 30 to 45 minutes I would feel the urge to shit but I didn’t want to get up to use the bathroom because I was nervous about being questioned, especially if I had to go multiple times. This continued all through the night and into the next day as I held it during school (I was always nervous pooping in public or even with anybody around and still am a little). Finally, my dad came to pick me up at school and drop me off at home before returning to work. I was looking forward to finally being able to release my pent up diarrhea, when he suddenly asked if I had any stomach problems the night before. My chest sank and my heart started racing rapidly as I attempted to feign ignorance.
“No, why?” I said. “Are you sure you didn’t have any accidents last night, because your mother noticed that somebody had a small accident on the bathroom rug. I continued to feign ignorance suggesting that maybe a cat did it (I still feel bad about blaming the cat). I tried to hide my mortification, but I was genuinely in disbelief as I thought I made everything spotless. I could tell that my dad wasn’t really convinced but then again, how would he know for sure I thought to myself. He dropped me off at the house. I nonchalantly went inside and closed the door and went far enough in to look out our front window to make sure he drove away. Then I quickly went to the downstairs bathroom (still nervous from the interrogation in the car so I wasn’t taking any chances.) dropped my pants and released a surprisingly explosive last spray of diarrhea. It was so relieving to finally let that one go. Looking back on it I am surprised I held it that long but since the epsom salts seemed to be wearing down before I started to hold it all that time so I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised.
Since then I have continued experimenting with laxatives as some of you know and many of you could guess. More so since I moved out and found my own place. I am happy to share any other details you all might be curious about and hopefully some of you will share your own “origin story”!
Thanks for reading!