But I Poop From There Novels & Stories

I pulled it out, holding it between my thumb and forefinger with a knowing gaze. You see, it contained a fine, odorless powder, a potent little concoction I'd acquired from a disreputable source weeks ago for a situation just like this. It was a straight-up diarrhea-inducing agent, so powerful it would make you visit the toilet a dozen times in a single hour. It caused painful cramps, uncontrollable urgency, and utter, complete humiliation.

he answered flatly, “covered in leaves and a little bit of bird poop.” Her nose wrinkled in horror. “Oh my God! Where?” She immediately started poking at her face and hair, sniffing delicately. “Get it off! Get it off!” she hissed, trying to pinpoint the exact spot where the offending poop might be hiding. “Bird poop is like the herpes of outdoor stains. It just never fully goes away.”

“Judy?” “Excuse me for a minute,” I said before he could even get my name out of his mouth. I hurried away from him and through the packhouse. Only a few noticed that I ran through them. I didn’t stop until I reached the bathroom. I pulled the door open and stumbled over to the toilet. I leaned over and let out all of my dinner from last night. I have no idea what is wrong with me; I don’t ever get sick, at least not like this. It wasn’t making any sense.

The door started opening. Panic shot through me like electricity. I rushed forward and pressed my body hard against it, holding it half way so it wouldn’t open fully. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure Ryan could hear it. “Bella?” Ryan’s voice came through the small gap. He sounded worried. “What’s going on in there? You’ve been inside for a long time.” “I’m pooping!” I blurted out, my voice higher than normal. “Give me a few minutes, please. My stomach is acting up.”

Apocalypse KENYA POV Gosh it hurts. It hurts so fucking much. I thought to myself as I clutched my stomach in a tight grip and groaned as the muscles of my now empty stomach jerked up and kicked whatever that was remaining of food in my stomach. The sound of my best friend gagging into the phone speaker had me chuckling after I had thrown up a fair share into the toilet, then dropped to the floor and wiped my puke-smeared mouth before groaning out loud.

Kurts, members of the pack with grievances they want heard, occasional members of other packs just passing through… it could’ve been anyone. “Does girl poo smell different than man poo?” I ask her, finishing with the sink I’m working on and moving on to the trash. “Uh, yeah, in this case, I’d have to say so. I feel sorry for whoever left this massacre behind. It isn’t as if he totally forgot to flush, after all. This is just the residue that refused to go down!” Her face is so pale, she looks like a princess from the Middle Ages in a storybook drawing. I stifle another laugh.

I need a bucket "Uh excuse me for a second, I want to use the toilet" I said as I stood up from my seat, I felt like I had been released from jail after a very long time and could finally breathe, I really didn't like her. I let out a breath of relief and walked into the toilet. ------------- Brianna's POV

I can’t believe this happened. Was I that tired from yesterday? I slept till morning in Ismail’s house. I can’t imagine what he thinks of me now. First, he saw my bra, then he watched me get sick with diarrhea. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to Allah) I am feeling a lot better and the pain in my stomach is almost gone, but I still go to the toilet often.

The moment my bum touched the seat… Pooooppoooo. The sound shot out sharply and a smell followed, filling the room in seconds. I had thought the vomiting was the end of it, and that everything was out. But I was wrong. I looked back at the toilet with one eye squinted, my hand covering my nose tightly because of the smell. Oh God… And to my surprise… "Wait, nothing came out? What in the name of God…" I mumbled after looking into the toilet and seeing only a tiny pea-sized poop sitting there.

My freak. I do the business in the bathroom that I was too worried to do at Missy’s house. My stomach feels so much better after. The bad thing about her feeding me so much good food is I have no way to let it pass through without embarrassing myself. My dirty talk and kinky desires may not chase her away, but I’m still not brave enough to poop in her house yet.