After enduring a long weekend of holding my shit in for three agonizing days, I finally had the chance to relieve myself. The moment I had been waiting for, a simple, normal, relaxing trip to the bathroom. I took off my boxers and shorts and sat down, ready to let go of the burden I had carried.
Everything seemed fine at first—until it didn't. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain as the shit got stuck halfway. My heart skipped a beat. "Why is it stuck?" I whispered to myself, panic creeping in. I summoned all the strength I could muster, trying desperately to push it out, but it wouldn't budge. The pain was unbearable. Tears welled up in my eyes as I whimpered, "I... I don't understand. Why won't it move? It... it hurts," I muttered, the pain now searing through me like fire.
Sweat began to pour down my face, mixing with the tears that had already begun to fall. My grip on my legs tightened as I rocked back and forth, snot running from my nose. It felt as though the devil himself was pegging me, tormenting me with this excruciating pain. My entire body trembled as the agony worsened with each passing second.
I was naked now, drenched in sweat, my body shaking uncontrollably. In desperation, I cried out to the heavens, "Oh, please! Please, my Lord, let this end! I beg you, forgive me for all my sins! Let this shit come out!" My voice echoed off the walls as I pleaded for mercy, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as if hoping for some divine intervention.
Then, just as I was about to give in to despair, I felt a presence. My Lord and Savior Salah appeared, her spirit descending upon me like a soothing balm. She gently rubbed my tummy, easing the torment within me. Slowly but surely, the blockage began to move. The pain, though still intense, started to subside as the ordeal reached its climax. With one final, excruciating push, it was over—a foot-long monstrosity of a lot of shit that had ripped me apart on its way out.
But as I caught my breath, thinking the worst was behind me, my stomach grumbled ominously. The ground trembled beneath me as a second wave of horror struck. Straight liquid shit shot out of me with the force of a jet engine, the pain so intense that I screamed out in agony, "Why... why, Lords? Please!"
It seemed endless, each wave more powerful than the last. My toes curled and contorted as the pain wracked my body, leaving me a broken shell. I slumped forward, barely conscious, whispering to myself, "Why... why me?"
The end! :3
