In the hallways of an exclusive college campus, two beautiful girls with dark skin walked hand-in-hand. Their names were Dendi and Didi, and they were inseparable best friends since their freshman year. They giggled and whispered to each other, oblivious to the stares they were receiving from many of the male students who couldn't help but notice their striking presence.
As they approached their dormitory, Didi suddenly felt a huge pressure in her bowels. She grimaced and let go of Dendi's hand, rushing towards the bathroom. "I'll be right back," she said, not even bothering to knock before pushing open the door.
Inside, Dendi could hear the sound of running water and heard her friend muttering to herself. She waited patiently, humming a tune under her breath and occasionally glancing down at her own body, aware of the growing curiosity intensifying inside her at this strange situation.
After what felt like an eternity, Didi finally emerged from the bathroom, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering. She tried to act nonchalant but it was clear something was very wrong. "What happened?" asked Dendi, concern clouding her features.
"I thought I ate something weird," Didi replied, her voice shaking. "But I must have just... overreacted or something. I'm okay now."
Dendi didn't entirely buy this story, but she decided not to push the matter. Instead, she smiled warmly at her friend and guided her towards their shared room. As they walked down the hallway, Didi felt another unmistakable urge. Without warning, she stopped and started violently pushing against her lower abdomen.
"Dendi, I can't hold it any longer," she gasped, tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.
"It's okay, Didi," Dendi whispered soothingly. "Let it out. This is your safe space." She helped her friend lower herself gently onto the cold floor tiles, where she could finally release the massive amount of feces building up within her.
As the girl squatted over her friend's head, Didi watched in horror as a torrent of brown, runny liquid poured out of her rear end, splattering onto the floor in a messy gloopy mass. She resisted the urge to scream or retch as the smell became almost unbearable.
Dent suddenly had an idea and swiftly removed her shirt, revealing perfectly smooth brown skin. She pressed it against the flow of feces, trapping most of it inside. "Come on, Didi," she urged. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Together, they managed to clean up as much as they could, using old newspapers and a bucket of warm water. They worked in silence, both deep in their thoughts about what could possibly be causing this bizarre situation.
Once they'd managed to restore some semblance of order, they collapsed onto their beds, physically and emotionally exhausted. The whole ordeal had been surreal, like something out of a nightmare. They hadn't spoken a word to each other for several minutes when Didi finally found the courage to speak. "Dendi," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I need to tell you something."
"What's wrong, Didi?" asked Dendi, sitting up straight and turning towards her friend. "You can tell me anything."
"I think... I think I might be sick again," she replied, her eyes filling with fear. "And this time it's not just me who's affected."
Dendi knew exactly what her friend was referring to. They were both experiencing the symptoms of some kind of horrific illness that was causing their bodies to produce enormous amounts of feces. It was a secret they carried with them, sharing it only with each other in their darkest moments.
They spent the rest of the night trying to come up with a plan, a way to seek help without revealing their dark little secret. But in the end, they knew there was only one option: they had to face it head-on and hope for the best.
