But I Poop From There Novels & Stories

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.

I realize I’m not only not hungry, but my stomach feels nauseous. I can’t remember the last time I did eat. I step outside and the moment I do, the smell of poorly cooked food waifs my way from the packhouse. There’s something about the smell of the greasy food that makes my stomach churn and I turn, racing back inside until I get to the new bathroom where I find a toilet and dry heave the bile in my stomach.

He shrieked loudly, “D*mn it, Harold, you just pooped your pants!” “What?!” Everyone turned toward Harold simultaneously. It was obvious! There was something disgusting leaking from Harold’s butt! Lady Wilson shouted angrily, “D*mn it, you b*stard, this sofa is imported from Italy!” Harold was equally dumbfounded. He blurted innocently, “I… I… I don’t know what happened! My stomach was hurting, and it hurt so bad, I wanted to fart, then…” Wendy asked in bewilderment, “Harold, did you breath in some of the powder when you ground the laxatives?”

Conrad then awkwardly asked, “Where’s that pup of yours?” “Milo is eating his dog food at home!” Irene let out a wide smile. “He just woke up and he needs to eat a lot!” Adrian then said, “The more he eats, the more he poops. Mommy’s worried that it might poop on you!” “Hey! Don’t say bad things about Milo!” Irene patted Adrian’s hand. Adrian then joked and said, “When we were home yesterday, you kept on holding Milo. Did it poop on you?”

Well, even though if there is really a person who can read what was going on his mind, he will dismissed it straightforwardly and lie into it and swear that even if a poop pop out of nowhere out from his butt, he was really not lying. Well, this is not a joking swear at all as many people had already experience having poop popping out from their butt, especially in public places in which all the crowds was crowding in is, which was really a shame for the person having to experience it. Jus who was quietly watching and had accidentally what was on President Knox mind curled up his lips upwards a little then suppressed it with difficulty as some mischievous light flash through his eyes and di

“Where is your Kevin going?” “Er…” I say, feeling a spasm of alarm. My mind works quickly. “To the toilet. He has diarrhea.” She grimaces and hands me one of the glasses she’s holding. I accept it and eye the liquid. “Where did you get this?” “From the table over there,” she says and points a finger at somewhere. I follow her gaze and see a long table in the corner with drinks and probably some food.

I replied. "Well, you just ate a quarter pound of fresh pork meat." He added. It took me a while to assimilate what he had just said and when I did, I rushed out of the bed and into the hospital's bathroom, where I transferred every single thing I had eaten from my troubled belly into the toilet. "Are you alright?" Brianna asked, standing by the door of the toilet. I rinsed my mouth in the sink and flushed the toilet, before I faced the worried Brianna. "Yea, I'm fine….thanks for the meal, though."