Poop Doctor

The Growls

Vibrating against the aching walls of my stomach, the decibels of my stomach growls can be heard from the house 2 streets down.

I rushed home as fast a possible from the movies due to my sudden urge to crap myself. This always happens. every time...

I go to the movies and get a jumbo sour dill pickle, it's a routine. Almost like a ritual. Even though I know it'll lead to bad craps, I still eat it with no regrets. Well, it's possibly an in the moment devour because I definitely regret it when I sit hours on the pot.

This time was in deed the worst.

It was a battle to see who could overcome the other. Me vs. my butthole.

I lost for sure.

I was sitting in the theater with my squad that's on fleek, and I had just finished my pickle when I heard the first grumble. The warning shot. And it was only the previews.

Only about ten minutes in and I am rushing out of the room with my stomach calling out for my toilet. It had got to the point where my load was about a half a centimeter away from making an unpleasant contact with my panties.

I'm out side and realize I had to ride my bike home. I was in deep doo-doo.

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^^ pun intended :-)