I have a deep love for yoga, particularly yin yoga, which allows me to fully stretch and relax my body. The sensation of my tight and breathable clothing against my skin is an added bonus. Practicing yoga when I’m on the brink of needing to use the restroom is an exhilarating experience, as I focus on staying present and relaxed, all while my mind begs me to go to the toilet. At the same time, I feel a surge of orgasmic pleasure and arousal. I enjoy testing my limits and holding in my “massive loads” for as long as possible.
Today, I am embarking on an extended yin yoga session with my partner. Despite my urgent need to use the restroom, I am determined to make it through the entire session. I skip the bathroom and confidently take my place on the mat, determined to hold it all in.
Unfortunately, I indulged in sugar-free cookies and candies the night before, unaware that they contained laxative sweeteners. As the yoga class progresses, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep my bowels in check. My facial expressions and body twitches betray my struggle, and I can’t help but release a series of foul-smelling farts. I fear that I’m about to experience a messy and pungent bowel movement, one that will be difficult to clean up. I can’t bear the thought of ruining my stylish yoga pants or embarrassing myself in front of my partner.
Despite my best efforts, I can no longer hold it in during the frog stretch. I release an enormous mass of soft, sticky, and foul-smelling feces into my tight leggings. The feeling of warmth and relief is overwhelming, and I can’t help but let go of my bladder as well. I finish the rest of the yoga class, blissfully unaware of the mess I’ve made. At the end of the session, I seductively remove my leggings and reveal the extent of the damage. This experience was incredibly arousing, and I can’t wait to do it again.