It was a Sunday morning and I had just arrived at my in-law's place in the middle of nowhere, in the deep woods of Canada. Due to the isolation and privacy, they had a tiny house, barely offering any intimacy or privacy. I couldn't wait to use the toilet, as soon as I felt the urge to poop. My boyfriend was talking to his parents in the living room, and I decided to take advantage of their conversation to sneak into the bathroom and relieve myself.
I was quite constipated, which made it even more challenging to pass my waste. I closed the door behind me and sat on the toilet seat, trying not to make any noise or disturb my boyfriend and his parents. After some effort, I managed to expel two hard logs of poop. I picked up the camera and recorded myself from below, as I looked quite happy with my accomplishment. I showed my cute little ass and the logs of poop that I had just dropped.
Satisfied with my defecation, I wiped my crotch and ass with toilet paper, making sure everything was clean. Then I flushed the toilet, hoping that all the poop would disappear down the drain. The toilet didn't flush properly, and I could see the poop was still there, stuck to the bottom of the bowl. I was worried about it blocking the toilet, but since my boyfriend's parents were still engaged in their conversation in the other room, I decided to give it one more try.
I flushed again, and this time, nothing happened. I was a bit panicked now. Had I really blocked the toilet? What would I do if no one noticed it in time? I knew that with the lack of water pressure in their remote location, it might take a while to get the plumber over. I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down.
In an attempt to fix the situation, I grabbed a rubber plunger and went back to the toilet. With some effort, I managed to break the remaining log into smaller pieces and flush them away. It was a dirty job, but I had to do it. After everything was finally gone, I looked at the toilet bowl and sighed in relief.
I used some more toilet paper to clean the bowl, then grabbed a toilet brush and scrubbed it vigorously. I didn't want any leftover evidence of my dirty work. Finally, I flushed the toilet once more for good measure and washed my hands thoroughly.
As I blew my nose, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Had I really blocked the toilet? What would my boyfriend's parents think if they found out? I tried to put the thought out of my mind and focused on getting myself together.
After everything was done, I took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. My boyfriend's parents were still engrossed in their conversation, so I quietly slipped back into the living room to hang out with them. The incident was forgotten, and we continued our day as usual.
But the memory of that close call with the blocked toilet lingered in my mind, making me realize just how important it is to be careful when using the bathroom - especially when you're at someone else's place.
