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Gerard moaned quietly and rubbed his bloated belly with a small smile. It protruded so far, thoroughly filled with gas and stretched to its limits after three days without any relief. The days of gorging on fast food, beans and chocolate had worked wonders, and Gerard exhaled shakily when he thought about expelling the trapped air and the dry hard mass from his body. His bowels were already rock-hard.
He pressed on his lower belly and his breath hitched. He could feel the constipated log that was filling him and stretching his colon, just as much as he felt the heaviness of the thick fruit juice that he was chugging, bloating up his sensitive stomach.
Frank was massaging his stomach, kneading it gently, and Gerard had long forgotten how it had felt at the beginning of the week. Now it was a balloon, inflated with gas Gerard fought hard to not let out, forced to stretch beyond its limits and weighing a ton, almost as if it was filled with concrete. His belly button felt impossibly tight and as Frank suddenly dipped his finger into it and pressed hard and deep, Gerard breathed out shakily and palmed his hard dick. Frank kept applying more pressure and grinding his finger, and Gerard was sure he was jabbing his bowels. They were going to explode.
He felt a jolt of pain – stabbing and hot pain – and suddenly, the pressure inside him was rising quickly. He took a deep breath as it all came to a halt. Trapped gas needed a way out, but it was locked inside Gerard’s body by a thick log which was filling his insides thoroughly. A strong cramp wrecked his belly and he looked down at Frank.
It was a game they both loved to play.
“Hold it.”
“Fuck.”
Gerard moaned and tensed, clenching his cheeks and fighting against his instinct – he needed to keep the air in. Frank had sat on the couch and was admiring his struggle now, teasingly touching a bike pump that he had put on the coffee table before. Another wave of excruciating gas pain rolled over Gerard. He clutched his middle and pressed deeply with his whole palm where he felt the gas bubble stuck, prompting a loud growl. He marveled at the sensation of his intestines filled so thoroughly with gas and concrete-hard turd that he had to apply serious pressure for them to even dip slightly. He pressed harder when the gas pain intensified, and suddenly, the excruciatingly painful sensation of everything moving down overwhelmed him as the constipated log shifted lower. It scratched his insides, its wide head seemingly a size of a fist, and Gerard hurried to the couch and plopped down next to Frank with a gasp. He rocked his hips in search of friction, clenching his cheeks even tighter when Frank skillfully started massaging his belly, helping guide the log lower with a daring smile.
“Fucker,” Gerard whispered, writhing under Frank’s touch. His belly had ballooned out further and Gerard felt the air bubble sliding back into his stomach – it was deliciously uncomfortable, and it turned him on. He panted loudly, stroking himself, and Frank’s palm wandered to Gerard’s lower stomach and rubbed it gently as he muttered praises into Gerard’s ear.
Gerard just laughed shortly and hissed as it brought a sharp pain in his side. “With how constipated I am, I think I’m stuck like that for another day now.” He laid a hand on his protruding middle, feeling the heaviness and fullness – he was almost ready to pop. “God, it’s stretching me so much.”
Frank hummed contentedly and pressed on Gerard’s belly harder, feeling the hard constipated mass from the last three days under his touch. He teased, “Are you ready to give birth? It’ll feel just like giving birth when you struggle to poop, baby, God.” He dig his finger quickly into the hardest part of Gerard’s stomach and the man whined.
“Yeah, oh fuck.”
Another gas pain started unexpectedly and Gerard groaned.
There was good discomfort – the last few days of uncomfortable fullness and stretching, or the divine feeling of the endoscope penetrating his colon, brushing over the intestinal walls as the doctor maneuvered it skillfully while Gerard was breathing through the dull pain, followed by hours of flatulence – and there was bad discomfort.
Suddenly, his insides felt like they were going to burst, stretched in every direction. The deep pain encompassing Gerard’s back, bowels and stomach made him curse – he needed to release the air, and he needed it now. The big gas bubble was stuck, and Gerard groaned as Frank pressed on his oversensitive belly while he was pushing. The heavy liquid sat heavy in his stomach and he glanced at a gallon of heavy cream that Frank had prepared. Later. Fuck. The feeling that had been divine was quickly growing past the threshold of really uncomfortable as Gerard struggled to force the fart out.
“Frank, fuck, it’s stuck and I really need to fart,” Gerard muttered out before leaning into Frank and lifting his leg to his belly with a hiss. God, that hurt – his air-filled intestines protested at the pressure, and Gerard became very aware of the constipated mass sitting in his rectum and lower belly. He bore down and reached under his underwear to spread his ass cheeks, struggling to push the air out and growing restless. Instead of the air moving, it was the constipated mass that refused to budge, and Gerard whimpered. It was a concrete bowling ball he had stuck in his intestines. The strong, albeit dull pain evolved into sharp twists and Gerard pushed harder, now pressing on the most tender spots of his stomach to help the stuck gas move.
“Hey, c’mon, lay on your side, baby,” Frank suggested and helped Gerard roll over, his fingers brushing over his inflated belly. It was rock-hard and Frank’s head spun. Gerard settled on his side with a thud and immediately pulled his leg up to his chest, clinging to it and writhing uncomfortably in front of Frank, struggling to push the stubborn toot out with loud grunts. His bowels were on fire.
Gerard braced himself and gave an enormous push, his cheeks reddening, just as Frank dug in his finger painfully hard into the overfilled intestine, and the air finally moved. It made Gerard moan in pain as it made its way past the obstruction in Gerard’s anal canal, and then with one last push, it was leaving Gerard’s body. Gerard breathed out in relief and massaged the sore spot as the air was coming out with a hiss, and then smiled at Frank.
“God, what a rush.” He settled comfortably on the couch and rubbed his lower stomach. “God, it’s going to be a week until I empty myself out. There’s so much.”
“Gerard, do you want to–”
“I don’t want to,” Gerard started and then winced when another wave of gas pain began, and the realization hit that the hard constipated mass inside him was enormous and wouldn’t leave without a fight. “But I might need to.” He massaged his belly, pushing hard to let a fart out. “Help me empty myself out?”
It hurt. The whole long process of trying to empty his insides hurt. Gerard was on his side with his legs curled, a position which was supposed to help everything move through his intestines, and Frank was pressing deeply on his stomach. That were the last thorough rubs before letting Gerard heave himself up and trudge to the bathroom in search of any relief. They were trying to encourage the wide and dry poop to move, and Gerard was breathing heavily – he couldn’t wait to struggle to birth the constipated log, thinking about the way he’d need to fight against its girth and how it’d feel stretching him.
They had alternated between walking up the stairs, massaging Gerard’s stomach and going for short walks in the neighborhood for the last half a day, and they had loved it all. Especially when Gerard had been hit with a strong cramp or unbearable gas pain which he had been forced to struggle through in silence, only massaging his stomach when no one had been around and bearing down without the possibility to bend forward and spread his ass cheeks. Frank had been massaging Gerard’s stomach every time they had been alone, and the usual five minute walk had become a twenty minute trip. Gerard became hard every time he thought about his heavy insides slowing him down considerably and other people not knowing that he was fighting against three days of gorging on food that gave him unbearable gas and constipation.
Still, it hurt more than Gerard had anticipated and Frank took pleasure in every painful moan that slipped past Gerard’s lips. The trips to the bathroom had been fruitless despite the heaviness in Gerard’s belly and despite all the movement that had left him panting. Gerard had been straining on the toilet, cursing and sighing in pleasure, pushing for what he was worth – only to cause the next wave of discomfort and a twenty-minute fight to pass the gas. He had done it to himself – filled himself to the brim, to the point of genuine pain with how bloated he was. He couldn’t be more turned on.
Frank took in Gerard’s inability to expel the waste, a stark contrast to the time Gerard begged Frank to help him keep the turd in, and smiled – Gerard would struggle for hours before making any progress, just like the last time, and Frank would be there to witness it.
Gerard trudged out of the bathroom after half an hour, a hand on his bloated stomach, and Frank asked, “How do you feel?” He had heard the grunts and the pained cries, and he had imagined Gerard straining to no avail – with his back straight, with his legs up, squatting on the floor and parting his ass cheeks…
“Like I’m birthing a football. Extremely slowly,” Gerard confessed. “Feels fucking amazing.” A quick, but deep rub. Gerard’s stomach rumbled loudly, a tell-tale sign of what they had been awaiting for the last half a week, and Gerard paid it no mind, but Frank knew what that meant. “And like I’m pregnant with a beach ball. Fuck, I haven’t let out any gas in– Oh, fuck.”
Everything had finally moved.
Frank could pinpoint the exact moment the log shifted – Gerard’s face whitened and he moaned loudly. The pain in his abdomen was quick and sharp, and a long loud fart followed soon after, setting a way for the constipated log. Gerard relished the sensation before hurrying to the bathroom, farting loudly as he climbed the stairs. He felt the dry mass pushing forward slowly in his lower stomach, stretching him where its seemingly fist-sized head painfully moved, and descending into his anal canal. The air finally had room to leave Gerard’s body, and it was making them both ecstatic.
Gerard was going to start the long journey of expelling the log soon.