Nicole had been feeling uncomfortable for days. She'd been constipated and her poor rear end was sore from trying to push out hard, compacted stool. Finally, relief had come yesterday morning when she managed to expel an enormous turd that stank to high heaven. It had taken effort, with moans and grunts escaping her lips as she released the long-held feces.
Last night, she knew she had to do something about her unhealthy colon. She reached for her favorite remedy: a tall glass of juicy, dark prune juice. Prunes are well known for their excellent fiber content, and Nicole knew it would help get things moving again. She gulped down the tart-sweet drink, feeling the old urge returning already.
A half-hour later, she found herself in the bathroom once more. This time, something strange happened. She'd expected to struggle with her bowels, but instead, it came out so easily! The turd emerged slippery and soft from her asshole, almost like diarrhea. The smell was disgusting, even worse than the first one.
Nicole couldn't help but grimace as she wiped her backside clean, the stench assaulting her nostrils. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame at the filth she was creating, but she knew she had to keep going until she was clean. She used multiple wipes, scrubbing persistently to get rid of every last remnant of her foul waste.
After disposing of the wipes and running water over her hands, Nicole turned to the toilet bowl. It was filled with murky water, swirling around the gloppy mass of her poop. She reached in for the plunger, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the task ahead. Her stomach churned at the thought of having to deal with so much disgusting matter, but she pressed on regardless.
With one mighty thrust, Nicole pushed the plunger down into the depths of the toilet. The suction broke the surface tension of the water, sucking up some of the poop and sending a nasty spray up against the side of the bowl. Nicole grimaced as she watched her own fecal matter get pushed around by the plunger's force.
She pulled the plunger out again and examined the mess, deciding to go for round two. This time, she really pushed down on it, digging the rubber into the poop and forcing more of it up through the water. A small mountain of brown sludge rose to the surface, threatening to overflow the toilet.
Despite her best efforts, there was still some of the slimy poop clinging to the sides of the bowl. Nicole reached in again, this time with a toilet brush. She scrubbed furiously, cursing under her breath as the feces coated the bristles and splattered against her skin. Finally, after several minutes of grueling work, the toilet was clean.
Panting, Nicole stepped away from the toilet and surveyed her handiwork. Her whole body felt gross and sticky, and she couldn't wait to wash off the stench of shit that clung to her. She flushed the toilet one last time, watching in disgust as the revolting brown water disappeared down the drain.
As she walked away from the bathroom, Nicole couldn't shake the feeling of shame that settled heavily in her chest. She knew she should be more careful with her diet and exercise, but sometimes life got in the way. She sighed, resigned to the fact that she'd have to endure many more days like this if she didn't make some serious changes.
