Double Trouble - Shared Toilet & Wiping Assistance

Double Trouble - Shared Toilet & Wiping Assistance

Stayed up late watching movies ate terribly, ordered fast food.

So here we are the next morning (afternoon wake up) I got out of bed and my stomach ached, with bloat and gas. I came to the toilet , the sight of it calmed my nerves a bit. My roommate, Abby, and I share this house but we each have our privacy spots that we like to stick to. The toilet is directly across from the bathtub and we both have our own vanity setups in the bathroom. I sit down on the cold white porcelain toilet seat and wait for the inevitable relief to come. As I wait, I hear Abby shuffling around in her room, probably getting ready for work since she works night shifts most of the time.

Noises echoing from the next room

I try not to think about what she might be doing since it's getting harder for me to contain my gas and farts. I close my eyes and take deep breaths, trying to calm my stomach down when I hear another loud fart echoing from the next room. It's loud enough for me to know that it came from Abby. She's been struggling with her digestive health lately due to her eating habits and stress. I decide to wait until she leaves for work before I make any more noises since we share this bathroom. Suddenly, another noise comes from the next room - this time a loud juicy fart followed by the sound of the toilet flushing.

Relief for a moment...and then discomfort

I can't help but feel relieved for a moment, knowing that I wouldn't have to worry about making any more noises while Abby is still here. However, that relief is short-lived because my discomfort returns with a vengeance. I let out a long, loud fart and watch as it bubbles up in the toilet bowl. The feeling of air pushing through my asshole feels so good but also makes me nervous about what's coming next. I lean forward and see a large log of shit floating in the water, leaving a thick layer of sludge behind. It doesn't take long before I start to feel the urge to shit again.

Abby comes to my rescue

As I sit there, trying to contain my gas and wait for the next wave of shit, I hear Abby come back into the bathroom. She peeks her head around the corner and sees me sitting there, my asshole still tight from the last turd. I wave her over and tell her I need her help with wiping my ass. She walks over, her eyes widening when she sees the size of the turd in the toilet bowl. She knows how hard it is for me to ask for help with something so personal but she also knows how important it is for me to feel clean after taking such massive loads of shit. I stand up and bend over at the waist, exposing my white ass cheeks to her. She grabs a fresh wipe from the dispenser and starts wiping away the remaining shit from my asshole. She's careful not to be too rough, knowing how sensitive my skin is from all the explosive diarrhea I had earlier. I feel a sense of relief wash over me as she cleans up every inch of my ass, making sure that there's not a single trace of feces left behind. It's moments like these that make me feel grateful for having someone like Abby in my life - someone who is willing to get their hands dirty to help me with something as intimate as wiping my ass.

Cleaning and preparing for what's next

When she's done cleaning me up, she steps back and admires her work. The sight of her standing there, holding a dirty wipe in her hand, is enough to make me blush. She smiles and tells me that I look much better now. I thank her profusely for her help and tell her to take care of herself. She nods and slips back into her room, closing the door behind her. I take a deep breath and prepare for what's next, knowing that it won't be long before I have to make another trip to the toilet. As I sit back down on the cold toilet seat, I can't help but feel grateful for having Abby as my roommate, even if it means sharing a highly intimate space like this.

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