I sit here, squirming in discomfort, staring at the open bathroom door. It's clear that my partner can sense something is up; the tension in the air is palpable. We've been living together for a while now, and I know how much they hate the thought of me shitting before them. But I'm desperate – I've got to go.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my partner gets up to use the restroom. They close the door behind them, leaving me alone for once. With a sigh of relief, I quickly pull down my pants and step onto the toilet seat. This is going to be a long and messy ordeal; I know better than to try and hold it in any longer.
I bend over into a birthing position, legs spread wide apart. It feels strange, but it seems to help ease the pressure building up inside me. The truth is, I've been constipated for days – ever since my period started. And now, with all that fiber-rich food sitting in my gut, coupled with the stress of holding in a huge shit for so long, things are about to get ugly.
I brace myself and begin pushing. At first, nothing happens. But then slowly, agonizingly slowly, a thin log of thick green shit begins to emerge from my anus. It feels incredible, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Again and again, I push, feeling the shit being forced out of my body, down into the toilet bowl below.
The smell is overpowering – it's the combination of matcha tea and old feces that has been festering inside me for far too long. Still, there's something almost exhilarating about it; like I'm finally giving in to nature's call and letting go of all my inhibitions.
As the shitting subsides, I realize just how messy this whole ordeal has been. My asshole is smeared with fresh green feces, and the toilet paper is getting more and more disgusting with each passing moment. I take a moment to wipe myself clean, wincing as the harsh sound of rustling paper fills the room.
Finally, I sit back on the toilet seat, panting heavily from the effort. In front of me lies a small mountain of thick, steaming green shit – a testament to just how much I've been holding back for so long. I glance at the clock; it's been 20 minutes since I started shitting, but it feels like hours have passed.
As I stand up to throw away the toilet paper (plus, my mat has been completely ruined by the shit smeared on it), I can't help but wonder if whoever eats this will also get some kind of antioxidant or nutritional benefit from all that massive fiber intake. It almost seems worth it just for that.
With a heavy heart, I flush the toilet, sending wave after wave of thick green water cascading into the bowl. As the water finally subsides, I take one last look at what remains before washing my hands and walking out of the bathroom, feeling simultaneously relieved and exhausted.
