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Dumping Her Date

Summary:

Waking up after long night of blackout binge drinking, Gaz Digzy is struck with the overwhelming urge to use the bathroom. As she struggles through a difficult dump, she begins to recall what had happened, how her appetite got the better of her, and the origin behind her massive bowel movement.

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"Ugh, what the heck happened last night?" Gaz Digzy muttered to herself, clutching her aching head as she awoke to the familiar sensation of a hangover, in the familiar location of a bed that was not her own, in a room that reeked of equal parts booze and sex. Seconds later, she was gripped by a second bodily sensation that she was also no stranger to, a clenching pressure in her bowels accompanied by a deep, guttural gurgle from the depths of her fat burgeoning gut, which was noticeably even more bloated than usual. She rested a hand against her beer belly. It was still covered with the same layer of squishy fat it always was, but beneath that it felt unusually taut. In fact, it seemed as though there was even more of the aforementioned pudge than there was before.

"Must've eaten somethin' that didn't agree with me," she said as she rubbed her sore stomach in hopes of relieving the tension. Gaz was interrupted as a third bodily function took center stage, as something very large and very solid prodded against her asshole from within.

"Crap!"

Gaz pushed through her migraine in almost an instant as she sprung to her feet, threw off the covers and immediately made a beeline towards the bathroom, while deep, grumbling farts intermittently slipped out of her clenched asshole as she desperately tried to hold it all in.

"Everyone out of the way! I gotta take a monster shit!" Gaz proclaimed, as she sprinted with one hand pressed against her aching asshole and the other grasping out towards the handle of the bathroom door. She practically knocked it off its hinges trying to open it, stumbling through the threshold and making a beeline for the bowl.

She planted her ass on the seat, shuddering as the cold surface sent a chill through her body. At least she didn't have to push, as the contents of her colon had already been primed to erupt.

"Nghhr-ah!"

A thick mass of solid shit erupted out of Gaz's asshole, landing in the toilet like a shipwreck with an audible splash. That was just the start of things though, and no the moment after Gaz pinched off her first floater another was ready to follow.

This one took some effort to push out on Gaz's part, although not much, considering how much pressure it was under. With a bit of grunting and squeezing, she managed to force out the far softer second log, though it was still a monster of a turd. Based on how it felt coming out, and the heft of the dull splat it made as it landed atop her other massive shit, Gaz was pretty sure it was as long and thick as her forearm, at least.

"What the hell did I eat?" she mused, resting a hand against her gut, which was feeling both a lot better and a lot worse than it had before. On one hand, at least some of the pressure was gone. On the other, it was still churning and clenching in preparation for the imminent next round of Gaz's bowl bombardment.

Gaz's body was starting to get used to this whole 'dropping monster loads,' so she was able to do a bit of thinking as her bowel's sloppy contents casually sloughed out of her flexing asshole with a series of wet weighty splats.

Gaz was starting to recall a few snippets of her previous night. There was lots of drinking, that was a given. Gaz ingested enough alcohol to incapacitate an elephant on the regular. Her flickering snippets of memory were also infused with a lingering feeling of guilt, like she had done something wrong, or forgotten something she couldn't have.