Girl Diarrhea Story Novels & Stories

She now admits to herself that she is a fool, but she should never let someone use her to make her a fool. “Bitch, how dare you call me stupid? Just wait; you can see who you call a fool!” Anger filled in her heart as her thumb pressed the phone’s screen hard. In the bathroom, Loida was tearful as she continued to release dirt. She knew what was happening to her right now wasn’t normal at all, especially since Dina was also experiencing the same. Only the two of them had eaten a lot earlier. “Loida, it’s definitely because of that food, so our stomachs hurt now.” Dina spoke through her nose since she was squeezing it with her fingers so that she could not smell her own poop.

I looked at them, feeling nothing but pity. Katie's mother started making a scene, shoving a finger right in my face and hurling insults. "If you had money and could afford that villa, would Katie have gone to Luke for help? She did it all for you! It's all your fault!" As I looked at her contorted expression, my stomach churned so hard I nearly retched right there. At that moment, our three years of relationship had turned into the most nauseating joke. "My fault?" I slowly raised my right hand, which was secured with steel pins and braces and wrapped thickly in bandages.

Zaria I’m laughing so hard my sides hurt as Jasper tells me about the time he almost embarrassed himself out of existence in college. “I swear to you,” he says between his own laughter, “I was two seconds away from sacrificing my dignity on those stairs. Diarrhea is not a joke.” I clutch the railing as we climb the stairs, still laughing, my eyes watering. “Please, stop. I can’t breathe,” I tell him, wiping my eyes. “Why would you even tell me that?”

How could they survive in the future? “Not to that point,” Conrad suddenly said. Silas held his tongue. ‘What do you mean by that? You’re a living example!’ After the investigation, the doctor looked at the report. “Gastroenteritis.” She then looked at Fia. “Has she eaten anything not properly cleaned lately?” Fia looked at Irene clutching her stomach. “Yeah, that might be it.” Sophia, holding Adrian’s hand, said weakly, “It’s all my fault. I grabbed some food for them from the stalls by the roadside.”

She held it tightly as she spoke. "What happened?" asked Nazia. "My stomach is paining like hell." "I was worried about that when you were eating Dal." "What do you mean?" "I guess you are not used to that kind of food. A lot of people who come from outside have diarrhoea issues after eating it." "Oh! I cannot bear it. I need to go to the washroom." "But the orientation will start any moment now." "I cannot wait or else it will come out in front of everyone here," said Ria, crying.

Because they understood how annoying Kingkong could be when he had changed. “But he's out of the hospital, right?” asked Gadis curiously. She had to make absolutely sure that Kingkong didn't end up getting intensive care or developing a dangerous illness from the diarrhea. Who knows, maybe his stomach was hurt by the food he made. She didn't want Kingkong to file a lawsuit that would bring in the police. Ugh! Just imagining it, Gadis couldn't bear it.

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

"Oh, Mommy! The uncle next door brought over some rice wine earlier. I had a tiny sip—it was so sweet!" Amanda’s heart skipped a beat. "Baby, you can’t just eat things people give you! What if you get a stomach ache?" Terry looked down, his voice soft and sheepish. "It was just a tiny drop, Mommy. I’m okay." Seeing his pout, Amanda’s heart melted. She knew her son was usually careful. "I’m sorry, baby. You can try a little of anything as long as it's safe, but just a taste. Diarrhea is no fun." Her son’s stomach was sensitive; every time he got sick, it turned into a fever that kept her up with worry.

People thought we were a couple. That day, we wanted to do something spontaneous, something new. So, we thought, let’s try out every flavour they had. But, oh boy, it didn’t agree well with our stomachs later that day. We came down with serious diarrhoea and didn’t go out for three days straight. Dylan called a friend of his living close by to come to our rescue.

"Started since yesterday." "I am so sorry!" I say, meaning it. I remember when I suffered diarrhoea last year. The frequent toilet trips and rumbling stomach are not a joke. "I am sure I'll be able to take the test later. Just pray that professor will be in a good mood." She laughs, defeated. "He is always grumpy." "Like his wife wouldn't give him some," I supply, reciting the joke I have heard dozens of times at school on the lips of students.