Maudie Poo stumbled through the darkness of her room. She doesn't open her blinds so everything's dark as shit. Her face red, her knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on her sweater already. Moms spaghetti. Her cheeks are clutched as she feels for the door handle that leads to her hallway.
"I'm not gonna make it y'all!!" Maud screams into the empty air. Nobody is going to hear her cries for help. It's 10am. Everyone's at school except for her bitch ass. Speaking of Maud's ass, boy oh boy is it holding in her shit for dear life. Her stomach increases in sound, the gurgles getting stronger. She knows what's coming and it's not Toby in her wardrobe for once. Toby's at school. Unlike Maud with her soon to be poo filled panties.
The hallway feels longer than it actually is. In reality, her room is just about opposite the bathroom but in these desperate times it feels so much further. A few steps feels like eternity.
As she runs through the dark doorway, she can feel her booty hole expanding. Maud dropped to the ground. She wasn't going to make it. She crawls across the ground. Nails and fingertips dragging her towards her final destination. Emphasis on final.
Maud thinks of her friends. They're all at school suffering but not as much as she is in this moment. She thinks of her family, mainly her cat (I LOVE YOU MUFFIN). Maud thinks of school. Tourism, history, classics. All boring subjects with too much writing and reading. Painting. Nobody's finished but everyone's stressed. Design. Secrets in Parin, whatever that is. Psychology (I didn't know Maud had psychology until like 2 seconds ago).
Muffin walks past and brushes against Maud's face as if to comfort her. There is no comfort in what Maud is going through. She reaches out to pet Muffin. Time spent with your cat is always relaxing. Maud would be wrong. Muffin swats her hand away and farts before escaping from the scene of the crime.
Tears spill from Maud's eyes and slide down her cheeks. Not the cheeks you're thinking about though. She opens her mouth but the words wont come out. She's choking, how. Choking back tears. Maud reaches up and grasps the bathroom door handle. Salvation is oh so close but not close enough.
An obstacle stands in Maud's way. Maud's too short and is weakened by her poor bowel movements. She should invest in diapers. Her muscles spasm and she feels the end is near. The end of her clean panties too.
THE END!! DRAMATIC ENDING!!
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one girl, one dark hallway
PoetryHAPPY ONE YEAR TO MAUDS BIG POO <<<333 as a gift, i figured id write a little story following mauds problem with her bowel movements. love you tons mord <<33 ALL JOKES THIS IS A JOKE THIS IS A SILLY JOKE