She got out of her bed, took the box from her nightstand and walked towards the toilet.
She pulled down her pyjama bottoms and knickers, and sat down. First she pissed. It somewhat relieved her heavy feeling, but it would improve more in a minute.
She took her cellphone, and started the chronometer. When it was running, she put her hand behind her, and gently started pulling on the butt plug. Pretty soon it slipped out of her. She put it down on the small cupboard besides her, and was happy to see it was clean, even though she had expected that.
Almost immediately after removing the plug, the night plug, she passed a lot of gas. That relieved her bloated feeling.
Now she just sat and waited. The plug was clean because some time ago, she had taken the decision to start taking small dosages of immodium. It helped with the mess, but it took her some time to get going, which was not ideal.
Finally, she moved her bowels, and cleaned herself up. From the box she had brought with her, she took a bottle of lube, and another butt plug. This was her day plug, which had a smaller stem, and was lighter than her night plug.
She inserted it, reflecting on how it was this which had originally helped her a lot. She had developed quite a mental block about re-inserting a plug after evacuating her bowels, no matter how clean the plug, or her behind was. Inserting a fresh clean plug had solved that issue.
When her day plug was in, she stopped her chronometer. It read: 13.45 minutes, meaning that tonight before she went to bed she had 1.15 minutes to remove her day plug and re-insert her night plug.
She got up, walked to the kitchen, cleaned the night plug, put the box with lube and the night plug back on her nightstand.
Than she went to the kitchen, ran a glass of water, and poured her bottle of immodium on the counter. She took 1, and than counted how many remained. Another 44 days before she would have to get more
EDIT: forgot to attribute the picture. Picture by TadejM Shared under Creative Commons Share alike 3.0