But I Poop From There の小説・ストーリー

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?”

“But pooping is human!” “Yes, I’m just going to leave,” Victoria spoke in a hurry. It wasn’t long before she left the house while I went to take a dump. I was very serious about my visit to the toilet, and it was necessary. The worst thing I could do was a fart in Marvin’s presence. ***

“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.

Was all he responded curtly, sounding like he was a great distance away. "Okay but I have something really important to say." I told him through the darkness. "What is it?" He asked emotionlessly and I took a deep breath. "You know that the inside of your body is completely dark? So your poop is just in there moving around blindly?" I told him, being met with absolute silence for a while before all of the lights turned on at once.

He says. "What if you didn't?" "You would probably be screaming my name at the top of your lungs by now," He says. "Where is the toilet?" I ask as I rise from my seat. "Down on the left, don't scream if your pee changes color it is just you bringing out everything," He says. I move past the people till I reach the toilet's door. "Hey Willow," I turned around to see who it was. That was the only thing I remembered.

Despite the fact that I didn't eat much yesterday, the call of nature was so hard on me, and I had to find a way to do the deed fast. I bent down, and right there, I began to release the thing onto the earth. It was hard as fuck—it was as though someone was sticking his hand up my ass. I guess it was all because I didn't drink enough water… and before I knew it, I started to slightly groan from the pain, the pain was somewhat akin to the pain of childbirth, and after some seconds, I delivered the long rods of poo, and I heaved a sigh. I was finally free. I stood up, and I used some wet leaves to clean my butt hole, and I smelt my poop a little, before throwing the leaves away… it's shitty, r

I bent forward slowly, brushing my teeth with care, spitting into the bowl as gently as I could. Not the most graceful thing, but I didn’t care. I was brushing sitting up. That alone made me feel like I’d won a battle. She waited patiently, holding the bowl steady. For days now, I haven’t used the toilet. Not once. Not even to pee. Dr. Ralia says it’s normal. Says my intestines are healing. That they were injured during the poisoning, and it’ll take time before they respond again. “When they wake up,” she said, “you’ll likely stool strange colours. Maybe even experience discomfort.”

A moment later, I hear the scraping sound of him digging. Pushing the door open, I run towards the nearest tree, pull down my pants, and let everything burst free. My poop, full of all the stuff I'm not supposed to eat, burst out of me and I almost throw up it smells so bad. There is a shuffling sound nearby and I freeze, realizing that I went a bit too close to where Mr. Jersey was digging. He never lets me come help him. I wonder what he's... "Hey, Little Man!" he calls out, "Did you follow me?"

I was not ready for this. It was everywhere: my arms, hands, shirt, and pants. There was so much blood, fluid, white goo, and …. “At least I didn’t poop on you.” Bailee laughed, and I grimaced, my face pinching in disgust as I realized what the unknown mark on my leg was. “Oh, my God. Did I poop on you?” “I just wanted to bring you lunch.”