Carla Santos sat on her comfortable, heated toilet seat, her mind consumed by the vibrant world of colorful monsters and elves playing out on the screen of her pink iPad. She had been in the middle of a crucial battle when she felt the first stirrings of discomfort in her lower abdomen. Not wanting to interrupt her gaming session, she grimaced and forced herself to ignore her body's urges.
As the minutes ticked by, the ache in her bowels became increasingly insistent. Surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of her virtual realm, Carla couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. Dammit, she thought to herself, I'm gonna be late for work if I don't take care of this soon. With reluctance, she reached down and unlocked the screen of her iPad, setting it aside on the side of the bathtub.
She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as she flexed her muscles, preparing for the task ahead. With a loud sigh, she adjusted her black yoga pants and pushed herself off the toilet seat, standing up just as her lower abdomen clenched tightly around the sudden surge of pressure. Carla bit her lip as she felt the familiar warmth and weight of her abdomen filling the room, accompanied by a soft gurgling sound coming from deep inside her.
Slowly, painstakingly, she made her way to the toilet bowl, her legs feeling like jelly as she lowered herself onto the cold seat. Her heart was racing as she gripped the sides of the bowl with white-knuckled intensity, tears welling up in her eyes from the effort of holding back the explosive stream that threatened to spill forth at any moment.
Finally, with a primal roar, Carla released the dam, a torrent of hot, steaming feces gushing into the water below. She let out a sigh of relief as her abdomen finally relaxed, exhausted from the effort of holding it all in. She watched listlessly as the brownish-yellow stream twisted and turned, forming intricate patterns in the stark white porcelain of the toilet bowl.
As the flow began to slow, Carla reached over and grabbed a roll of toilet paper, wiping herself clean with shaking hands. Her lower back was drenched in sweat, and she could feel a stirring beneath her pants that told her she wasn't quite done yet. With a groan, she reached for her iPad, turning it on again to pass the time while she finished up.
The warm flush of accomplishment soon gave way to another wave of discomfort, but Carla was determined not to let it get the better of her. She sat there, absorbed in her game once again, until she was certain that her bowels were finally empty. Wiping her hands on a clean towel, she grabbed her iPad and returned to her seat on the toilet, determined to pick up right where she'd left off in her virtual world.
