As the morning dawned, Sarah found herself doubled over in pain. Her stomach was swollen and heavy from overindulging at the office potluck. She knew she had to find relief—and fast. She hastily made her way to the bathroom, her pants rubbing uncomfortably against her full ass.
Once inside, she sat down on the toilet, her weight causing the seat to warm underneath her. She let out a long, low sigh and concentrated on pushing the heavy food from her body. The first bomb dropped with a gassy fart, making her eyes water, but she continued to push through the cramps.
As she did, a warm, wet blob of diarrhea escaped her asshole and plopped into the water below. It was followed by a stream of thick, yellowish-brown liquid that filled the bowl quickly. She winced as the pressure eased slightly, but she knew there was more to come.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Sarah was able to stand up straight. Her cheeks were flushed and beads of sweat were dripping down her forehead. She wiped herself clean with toilet paper, thankful that her hemorrhoids weren't acting up too badly today.
She stood back to survey the damage she'd caused; the water was a murky brown color, and there was a thick skid mark on the porcelain that might be impossible to clean off completely. With a heavy heart, she knew she'd have to try anyway.
As she flushed for the second time, hoping to wash away as much of the evidence as possible, Sarah couldn't help but wonder how much more food she needed to avoid in order to avoid these embarrassing situations.
She knew that she'd have to be more careful about what she ate from now on, but right now, all she wanted was to crawl back into bed and forget about her humiliating morning.
