But I Poop From There Novels & Stories

“I feel like I am about to poop. Please, just wait in the living room because it will really be embarrassing for me.” “I will wait for you here outside of this door,” Blue pushed, as he always does. “And more importantly, what is so embarrassing with poop? It is not a crime, come on. You should not be ashamed of it because all of us are also doing that same thing.” I facepalmed. It is really hard to debate with someone who is so smart like him. He will always find a way to turn the tables around in a way that will benefit him the most.

Just plain wood. Despite that, I endured it and didn’t complain to Phoenix. I have to show him that I am not giving up and surrender in taking back this land. Suddenly, I saw a large brown something sticking out from behind Brownie, specifically in its ass. The carabao was still walking so brown dirt was falling on the road ... I stopped, thinking about it now. Wait a minute. Isn’t that….poop? Oh my goodness. The stench was very strong, and I instinctively covered my nose with my handkerchief.

I only know this, because I had pizza two days ago and I am fairly sure that I saw a piece of pepperoni undigested in the toilet. Feeling that overwhelming need to go to the bathroom, I find that I can’t even pee and all that comes out is some overly smelly gas that smells like something dead. Sitting there for a few minutes longer, I scan the room for any hint that last night wasn’t a dream but don’t find a single thing. That is until I look down at my wrist and see the tiny little marks on my skin.

“Oh god, there must be something wrong with the pills. If not, why will my daughter’s stomach hurt? What should we do, what should we do?!” “Let’s observe, it might be nothing!” Madam George thought about it and everybody soon waited outside the toiler. “Oh, that’s much better!” Sharon came out from the toilet after some time. However, she started covering her stomach again after some time. “Why is this happening again? Why do I feel that I’m passing out water? Am I having diarrhea?” Sharon walked toward the toilet again while leaning on the wall. “Bastard, how is this medication? This must be croton!” Mister George was so angry that he held his hands in fists and his face turned red.

After a long argument on the way back to my place, I gave in, and agreed to tell Eros about the pregnancy. After I had emptied whatever I had eaten from the night before in the toilet bowl, I flushed it down, and took a long pee. "What makes her so sure that he'd even want to be in our lives." I mumbled, as I tore three squares of toilet paper; and wiped myself dry. I dropped the used toilet paper in the water, and flushed again, before pulling up my underwear and walking over to the sink.

My stomach felt disturbed and I coughed up something into my hand. "Gah... w-what..." It was whitish and murky. Poison.

“Stop!!!” The group of men seemed as if they had been struck by lightning. Their bodies froze in place. Just as Alex was feeling a little surprised, and at the same time, felt Daya activating her mental power, she started to speak softly. “Aren’t you interested in the poop in the toilet? Go look for some poop and eat it if you find any. If you can’t find any, look for it in another toilet. No matter what, you must have a full meal of poop today.”

As Mr Richardson stepped in, I told Mr Bipolar I'd be taking my leave and I did. The rest of the day went pretty well for me. How relieved I felt! It was as though I'd gotten rid of a heavy log that had been weighing me down. I was safe and didn't have to worry about STD anymore. I made a mental note to never ever drink again in public. After work, I decided to head home really quick but my bowels had other plans. I found myself in the restroom for over an hour, discharging poop like a grenade launcher as I remained glued to the toilet seat. I had no idea what was wrong with me today.

I rushed back to the restroom and emptied my stomach into the sink. I never get sick. I hardly ever get sick. Then, what the hell was this?

I’d later gone home paranoid and with blue balls. "Where did you see it?" I asked, my eyes flicking from the pouch to her face. "In your wastebasket," she replied simply, pointing toward the corner of the room. "I was emptying the trash and it caught my eye. It didn't look like something that belonged in the garbage." I smirked, the predator in me finally waking up.