I love being desperate to take a crap!! is it normal

Quick intro, I'm a 32 yr old guy, and I love the feeling of being desperate to poop and the eventual release, also I just love the feeling of my ass being stretched, it seems strange thatI like this sort of thing and want to know if its normal?

The most desperate I've ever been actually ended up with me getting more than I bargained for, a lot more, this was a year ago and I have never done this since.

Sunday night before my week off and decided not to go again until the next Sunday.

Monday was nothing much to report. I decided to eat as usual and see what happened. During the day I didn't really feel the urge to go even after meals so on Tuesday getting impatient I decided to eat more.

Wednesday things started to step up. I felt stronger urges after breakfast which was a large breakfast following on from Tuesdays eating plan, the extra food I had must have now been playing a part as through the afternoon after lunch I started getting the urge to go between meals.

Thursday things started to get more difficult, after waking I felt slight stomach pains and noticed that my belly seemed bulged out but no great urges I decided to have another large breakfast.

Then Thurday evening brought stomach cramps and more persistant and stronger urges. after my evening meal.

When I woke on Friday I straight away felt the urge to go to the toilet, heh no such luck I told myself.

This was the longest I'd gone without a crap and being cocky I figured I'd eat a big breakfast again today.

Shortly after breakfast I felt the familliar feeling of an urge coming on,

I sat down at a table in a well known pizza chain and chose a salad starter then a medium pizza (I never finish a large unless with friends) and also a drink.

The bathroom entrance was at the other side of the room and I berated myself for not having thought about this before I sat, there's no way I was going to risk standing up and walking.

I needed to finish eating and leave, at home I was free to double-up, clench, scream, but not here,

Four slices gone and another strong surge of urge hit, my whole body shook fighting it, what a feeling I've never needed to go so bad

She walks off and for some reason I choose to relax rather then clench up. I feel my hole get spread wide as the head of the poo pushes against my boxers.

I get the key in the door and get inside. after closing the door I bend double clutching my stomach and let out a 'nnnngghhhh' grunt. my legs are squeezed together and shaking.

The rest of friday passes with me fighing off urges when they come but I don't eat again and won't until Saturday morning.

Saturday morning. Walking downstairs I take stock of the situation, my *** feels heavy, my stomach aches.

I know that if I have any kind of breakfast I'm very likely going to get **** pains that go beyone anything I've felt before, even though it's getting painfull the thought still makes me horny,

I'm so hungry I have to have something, just a bowl of pasta with sauce though.

Asleep, I'm dreaming that I'm dying to ****, I wake and realise that a huge urge to poo has taken me, damn pasta, in my half awake state I feel my *** being forced open,

I manouver off the bed and stand as best I can, reaching down again I feel about an inch of thick **** poking out, there's no way this is going back up.

In beautiful agony I waddle to the bathroom, pausing for a massive push from my *** which to my surprise doesn't bring more poo out as I try to hold it in.

After making it to the bathroom I try to clench my anus as hard as I can while wrapping my right hand in toilet paper, I reach down with the paper covered hand and break off the hanging **** as I clench my *******, Instantly the **** inside me tries to force its way out and I remain standing enjoying the fight which goes on for about half an hour. exhausted and bursting to poop I get back to bed, I don't get much sleep.

Sunday, the last day. this is it and I'm going to enjoy it, I'll probably not get into this state again or at least not anytime soon.

As soon as I'm dressed I eat, I eat a lot. There have been constant pains since last night now but shortly after eating I feel something big building up, the now famillair urge to **** comes in and as usual I hold it in, as it gets stronger I find myself once again reduced to shaking

As I feel this the urge to go gets stronger, with my hand I feel as my sphincter muscles give up and my *** stretches wide to reveal what it so desperately needs too get rid of,

the act of bending opens my buttocks and I need to see what I look like, I turn on the spot till my *** is pointing to the bedroom mirror, looking over my shoulder I see my *** stretched wide and the huge head of poo sticking out, the urge continues and now I have no way of stopping unless I can sit down on something, I try the bed, not a good idea it's too soft.

'AAAAGGHHHHH' unbelievably I feel the **** getting wider as it comes, not by much but now its definitely the widest my ******* has ever been spread, 'NNNNNNNNGGGHGHH' I grunt loud as I sit on the bed, my eyes are streaming with water and I cannot help banging my feet against the floor as the **** emerges

Thats it, I can't take it, I try to stop all resistance and let the inevitable happen, which it doesn't, the pressure from my *** is so strong now but the **** is barely making progress, now I try to ****, I try to push it out but I can only push it a small way more.

Both panic and bliss take me as it occurs that I cannot easilly ****, it's just too big and firm for that, in waiting this long I've semi-constipated myself, I'm in a state of real desperation now.

Another urge strikes, not me pushing this time, the **** makes no progress so I push, literally screaming with both pain and pleasure but make no ground, what the **** am I going to do, I can't exactly go out for laxatives.

In the past when I'd been constipated a friend suggested a warm bath before toilet to soften both anus and **** and make the whole thing easier and it had worked, but could I really do that here, run a bath in this state and then pretty much just **** in the bath? what else could I do.

I

I got into the bath and ran the taps, all I could do was ly there and push, waiting for everything to soften up enough to come out, at first nothing so i tried not to push and just enjoyed this last session of intense poo-pains that had been building all week, with some of the ****

The remaining length was about 12inches in total, but at the widest point it cant have been narrower than a big thick can of bodyspray.

I felt so light, so free afterwards, I cleaned up, had a long shower and went about my day smiling although it hurt to sit for good while.

So what do you think about what I did??

Is it normal??