As the sun began to rise over the quiet suburban neighborhood, Billie awoke with a start, feeling the familiar ache in her bowels. She groaned softly, rolling out of bed and clutching her stomach. Her morning jog usually helped to relieve some of the discomfort, but today it seemed like she had a massive case of constipation.
Billie trudged towards the bathroom, feeling the weight of her heavy bowels pressing down on her bladder. She knew she needed to empty both, but the thought of going through with it made her queasy. Finally, she reached the bathroom door and pushed it open with a grunt, wincing at the urge to relieve herself.
She locked the door behind her, then leaned over the toilet seat, pressing her fingers against her lower back in an attempt to ease the pressure. A moment later, her asshole began to twitch, and before she knew what was happening, a log of shit the size of a baseball was pushed out of her anus with a wet squelch.
Billie gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at the glistening turd in the toilet. It was even bigger than she had thought it would be. She let out a sigh of relief and leaned back against the cool tiles, still clutching her aching stomach.
"Damn," she muttered to herself, "That was a heavy one." She reached for toilet paper and wiped herself clean, wincing at the burning sensation as she cleared away the last remnants of the log. When she was finally done, she flushed the toilet and stood up, breathing heavily.
Her bladder felt a bit lighter now that she had emptied her bowels, but there was still a remarkable amount of pee in there. She wasn't sure how much more she could hold in before she had to give in and just pee all over herself. With a deep breath, she lifted up her shirt and began to relieve herself, letting out a steady stream of pee that splashed against the toilet bowl.
As she finished, she chuckled to herself, feeling a bit silly for making such a big deal out of something so natural. Shaking her head, she straightened up and reached for the toilet paper again, drying herself off as best she could. Normally, she would have taken a little longer to freshen up, but today she had to get moving.
She had promised herself—and her friend Sharon, who was waiting impatiently on the end of the driveway – that they would go on their morning jog no matter what. So, with one last glance at the toilet—and the turd still sitting there, looking rather forlorn – Billie grabbed her gym bag and made her way out the door.
