Your tummy hurts. Not the kind of hurt from too much candy or a spinny roller coaster, no, this is a different kind of hurt. Your tummy feels full, bloated, and you can feel a dense mass settled low in your abdomen.
Three times today, you tried to push the pressure out into your diaper, and three times you were unsuccessful. You squatted behind the couch after breakfast while Mommy wasn’t looking and attempted to push. You expected your typical morning load to slip out, but didn’t think much of it when it didn’t.
You went about your day, waddling, playing, and babbling with your stufies like you normally do. After your afternoon nap, you awoke with a dense ache deep in your belly. You really needed to go. You tried to push while lying on your tummy, bottom raised in the air, you tried squatting, hips low to the ground, but every time you were denied release. Even your concerted pushes and grunts couldn’t get anything moving, and you had collapsed on your bed in a huff.
Dinner time rolled around. You picked at your food, not feeling hungry, while your tummy ached. You mustered a few bites while Mommy fed you with a smile, but eventually you swatted the fork away and whined. Now you're parked on a blanket spread out on the living room floor. toys, rattles, and pacifiers surround you. None of them can keep your attention, though. The churning in your gut that you just can't get rid of is all you can think about. You reassume your squatting position from the morning, feet flat, hands balled at your sides as you try to push something, anything, out.
Several grunts and heavy breaths escape you as you push with all your might. There’s a slight shift in your lower abdomen! Finally, you’ve made some progress. With an inhale to muster more energy, you give another hard push, eager for relief! Only to feel nothing again.
There might as well be bricks in your tummy, and they aren't going anywhere. Frustrated, you fall from your squat onto your padded bottom with a loud crinkle. You hear a muffled giggle and turn your head to see Mommy standing in the doorway, an amused look on her face.
"Having trouble today, baby?" She crosses the room and lowers herself to your eye level.
You nod. "Uh-huh. It won’t come out, it hurties…."
"Well, that’s no good.” She rests her back against the couch and extends her legs in front of her, “Let me help you.” She gives her lap a firm pat, inviting you to join her.
You scoot over and press your body against hers; the back of your head rests on her clavicle, the rest of you fits perfectly between her parted legs. For a moment, you can ignore the discomfort in your belly and the frustration of the day. You revel in the sensation of lying in Mommy's lap.
Together, safe in Mommy’s embrace, you begin to drift off, only for your daze to be broken by Mommy’s hands gently kneading your belly. Startled, you begin to sit u,p only for Mommy to gently push you back down. Her hands travel vertically down your stomach and then extend horizontally in a smooth, gentle motion. She repeats the gesture at a steady pace, massaging the curved path.
"This is called the 'I love you' massage,” she says with a smile, “I'm using my hands to make an 'I', an 'L', and a 'U' on your tummy. It should help you get allll your poopies out."
"Feels nicesh," you murmur as a wave of relaxation washes over you
Mommy hums a quiet melody as she continues massaging your tummy. Time passes, and you aren't sure if it's working until suddenly, there's a movement. Your tummy gurgles as you feel the pressure in your bowels loosen. Something is getting ready to come out.
You lift your hips instinctually, raising your legs to create room in your diaper. Mommy keeps kneading as you time your pushing with the downward movement of her fist.
"Mmmph!" you grunt and squirm as a warm blush spreads across your cheeks.
Your bowels have been clogged all day. Every push and gentle knead of Mommy’s hands pushes you closer to relief. Finally, after several minutes of massaging, you feel your mess start to leave you.
It starts slow, some gentle gurgles here, the occasional frrrt there, and then all at once it starts pouring out of you. Your anus tightens and then relaxes as log after log slides out. The back of your diaper expands dramatically as your poop fills it up.
"That's it, push it allllll out, baby, don’t stop," Mommy whispers encouragingly as you continue to push.
The euphoria of relief is immense. A delighted gurgle escapes your lips as your diaper sags and droops beneath your legs, the smell laps at your nose. With a final push, you exhale completely empty.
Mommy does a final firm I-L-U on your tummy, then rests her hands at her side. "Goodness! Someone made quite the mess, didn’t they?~"
Instead of responding, you release the strain on your hips, allowing your legs to fall limply to the floor, mushing the firm logs under your bottom in the process. You rest your head back on Mommy's chest and pop your thumb into your mouth, completely worn out from your hard work.
"Good job, baby," Mommy coos and plants a kiss on your forehead.
(Edit of this post by @emily8350)