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For writing like this (off topic since no pants were pooped in):
Katy
I was walking home from class one day when the Feces Fairy a visit did pay a visit. The hoagie I'd eaten, though it tasted great began to tear at my bowels with hate.
I walked a mile faster, to make some time. Just then, rumbling sounds made my belly whine. While clutching my gut and pinching my cheeks I recalled with dismay: no dumps had been taken all last week.
I sweated and regretted each bite of that cursed Breakfast Burrito.
Finally I raced up to my apartment, passing my roommate on the way to the beloved toilet. I had no time to warn her of the impending shit storm. I fumbled with my zipper and all too tight jeans and belt over the toilet.
As a feeling of terror inside of me rose the smell of wet farts penetrated my nose. I sat down on the commode and got ready for the dump of the century.
My dilated rectum gave up in to them demands of my filled bowels as they spilled their foul contents into the drink below. The farts they did fly and the shit it did splatter all round that poor porcelain seat.
When the damage was done, I let out a sigh of relief. My butt was aching but I could revel in the satisfaction that I would wipe the sweat off my brow, dump well taken.
Then I remembered I'd eaten a whole pumpkin pie. More waste was produced from the pie I had eaten and the bowl below became just a little more full and a lot more rank.
The last of the turds splashed into the bowl And I thankfully wiped my stretched out anal hole. I examined the product I'd struggled to squeeze And observed corn, poppy seeds, and some kind of cheese.
And with that, one final whiff of the stink in the bathroom and the job was done.
Katy
I was walking home from class one day when the Feces Fairy a visit did pay a visit. The hoagie I'd eaten, though it tasted great began to tear at my bowels with hate.
I walked a mile faster, to make some time. Just then, rumbling sounds made my belly whine. While clutching my gut and pinching my cheeks I recalled with dismay: no dumps had been taken all last week.
I sweated and regretted each bite of that cursed Breakfast Burrito.
Finally I raced up to my apartment, passing my roommate on the way to the beloved toilet. I had no time to warn her of the impending shit storm. I fumbled with my zipper and all too tight jeans and belt over the toilet.
As a feeling of terror inside of me rose the smell of wet farts penetrated my nose. I sat down on the commode and got ready for the dump of the century.
My dilated rectum gave up in to them demands of my filled bowels as they spilled their foul contents into the drink below. The farts they did fly and the shit it did splatter all round that poor porcelain seat.
When the damage was done, I let out a sigh of relief. My butt was aching but I could revel in the satisfaction that I would wipe the sweat off my brow, dump well taken.
Then I remembered I'd eaten a whole pumpkin pie. More waste was produced from the pie I had eaten and the bowl below became just a little more full and a lot more rank.
The last of the turds splashed into the bowl And I thankfully wiped my stretched out anal hole. I examined the product I'd struggled to squeeze And observed corn, poppy seeds, and some kind of cheese.
And with that, one final whiff of the stink in the bathroom and the job was done.
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