Leah had been experiencing severe constipation for days now. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much of a mess was waiting for her in there. It felt like her intestines were filled with concrete, and no matter how hard she tried, nothing would come out. This was getting to be quite an embarrassment at work. She tried to keep a straight face and act normal, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
One day, while at the office, she decided to take matters into her own hands. Or rather, onto someone else's face. She timidly approached Jimmy, one of her colleagues who had a reputation for being a bit of a submissive masochist. "Jimmy, uhm, listen," she started, trying to sound casual. "I, uh, have like... some issue going on in there." She pointed to her ass. "And I was wondering if maybe you could help me out with it?"
Jimmy looked up at her, surprise written all over his face. "Hel-? Oh, you mean your, uh, your... I guess I can try," he stammered, his cheeks flushing red. Leah smiled gratefully and guided him towards the nearest private space. She undid his pants, pulled down his underwear, and bent over. "Just... just let it all out on me, okay?" she whispered.
Jimmy fumbled with his belt buckle, his hands shaking as he undid it. He took a deep breath and plunged his face into her smelly, unkempt bush. It felt hot and sticky down there, and the smell was almost unbearable. But he forced himself to push through it, determined to help his coworker. As he felt her start to squat over him, he knew what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, the first warm, steaming log hit his face with a wet splat. It was heavier than he had expected, and it felt like it was pushing his head into the carpet. His mouth was filled with the horrible taste and smell of her shit. He could feel her muscles contracting as she pushed more and more of it onto his face, filling his nose and ears with the thick, disgusting sludge.
But this was what she needed, and he wasn't going to stop just because it was hard for him. He continued to take it all, supporting her weight as she finally emptied herself entirely onto his messy heap of misery. When she was finished, she stood up and straightened her clothes, looking relieved.
"Thank you, Jimmy," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would have done without you." He just nodded, his cheeks still stained with her foul droppings. As for Leah, she felt a sense of deep embarrassment and shame wash over her. But at least she was finally free of that awful blockage for now.
Afterwards, Leah decided to take a different approach to dealing with her constipation problem. She started going on long runs every day, pushing her body to the limit in an effort to get things moving again. She also swore off junk food and started eating much healthier meals.
Finally, when she felt ready again, she went back to Jimmy's office and asked if he would be willing to help her one last time. He nodded hesitantly, wondering what she could possibly want from him now. But as it turned out, she just wanted him to film her trip to the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet and produced another massive log, this time with no trouble at all. It was beautifully soft, fluffy even, and smelled faintly of roses instead of ass.
She watched in amazement as it slid effortlessly out of her body and into the bowl below. She couldn't believe how different it felt compared to before. She owed it all to Jimmy and his willingness to help her through her most embarrassing moments. And who knows? Maybe one day they would even become friends.
