But I Poop From There Novels & Stories

Not when there was so much awkward tension weighing down in the room. My phone pings and my eyes fall to the lit up screen. It was a text from Gwen. Of course she had to be taking a dump while texting me, should I have expected anything else? Gwen: Is it normal for someone's poop to look green? I'm looking at my shit right now and it looks like the grinch who stole Christmas.

I asked, confused as to where you send your urine. James nodded, watching me with an amused smile. “Yes. Just pull the leaver when you are done, I’ll wait outside.” “Ok.” I uttered in response, nervously walking towards the metal toilet. Once I had finished I pulled the leaver as he had said and my urine disappeared down into the floor, though I wondered why they would store urine beneath our feet. I laughed at the thought, is that what kept the ground so solid? James came back after a few minutes, his smile holding as he watched me walk towards the bed and take a seat. “I see you worked the toilet just fine.” He laughed deeply.

I cover my mouth in the safety of the bathroom to stop myself from laughing. “No, AHHHH. Sassa, why did you do that? GAIA SHE HAS JUST PUT HER FOOT IN IT. HELP ME!” I crack and burst into laughter. My tummy hurts and tears leave my eyes from laughing so hard. Everything hurts. We had an agreement that whoever is holding them when the time occurs when they poop; it is their responsibility to change them. Well, it so happens I was going to do it, but he insisted on having her back so it sucks to be him having to deal with the poonami.

Myra pleads, the previous topic no longer up for discussion. "I'll go," I say, rising to my feet. "If I don't get away from this computer for a little bit, I just may launch it across the room." "Thank you. He poops so much, my nose can no longer tell the difference between the smell of poop and baby wipes." "He got his constitution from his daddy!" I pat my belly and give her a big ornery grin. "Yes, he does. Also, I can't believe you just said that, weirdo. His diapers should be in the diaper holder next to the bed. If it's empty, check under his crib."

Cum leaked constantly even with the plugs pushed back in after each load. They used us as toilets in the middle of the room. Mom and I knelt side by side, mouths open, while all the men pissed on our pregnant bodies and faces. I swallowed as much as I could, coughing and crying but still begging for more cock right after. Mom licked piss and cum off my belly while they watched.

“Shut up—shit!” Shin suddenly stood up while holding his ass and quickly ran out. “Dmn you, Patrice Mauricio.” I heard Shin shout from outside. Am I still to blame? I didn't even poop on what we ate yesterday. I was applauded once. Maybe why Shin didn't move in the seat he was sitting on earlier is because he's already having diarrhea. I suddenly laughed out loud because of that. “Serves him right. He's very playboy.” I said while unable to stop laughing out loud.

Aiden squats ready to to scoop me up. "Aw this mother fucking shit won't stop!" I groan using the toilet to hoist myself up for round three. It's me versus the toilet and my stomach. So far the toilet and my stomach are winning. Before Tianna can explain; I'm dry heaving in the toilet with Aiden holding my hair back. There's nothing left to expel. The noise comeing from my stomach up my throat is absolutely fucking disgusting.

she murmured. Then she had to scurry into the bathroom. It felt like she had to take a massive poop. When she sat on the toilet, her father's sperm shot out of her freshly-fucked bottom and into the bowl. She looked down with her eyes wide in amazement. She had never seen so much of it at once before! He had really filled her up.

I screech. I half consider for a few seconds, fishing them out, and hoping they are watertight, taking my chances. But then I think of all the bacteria living in my toilet and it’s a no. I use my toilet bowl brush to scoop them out, deposit them in the trash, then promptly tie the bag and take it to the bigger can. I have a very inquisitive two-year-old who likes to explore in trash cans sometimes and it’s a risk I won’t take. I make a note on my phone to remind me to call the pharmacy to get a refill.

“No one panic. I’m not contagious.” But just as I shoulder violently into the first bathroom stall a few moments later, the roiling in my stomach becomes too much. Before I know it, I’m hurling everything I just consumed straight into the toilet. It doesn’t taste nearly as good coming back up, which is saying a lot considering how bad it tasted going down.