David woke up in the dead of the night to his aching stomach. Clutching his stomach, he stumbled to the bathroom at the end of the hall, pushed open the door and sat down.
He felt a huge log jammed up in his anus. It had been like this for the past two weeks, ever since he had eaten something he wasn't supposed to eat when he had went on a date. He started by gently pushing, resulting in a few farts, but the poop was just stuck in his butt. He started to push a little harder, causing some loud, wet farts to escape, echoeing in the cavernous space of the toilet bowl.
He gritted his teeth and pushed even more. The poop moved a millimeter, but was otherwise still blocking the jammed up bricks in his intestines. He kicked the walls of the toilet in frustration, yelling and kicking in a hope to get the poop out. He had even tried laxatives, but they had only resulted in him running to the toilet more frequently and producing only a few wet farts.
Beaten, David got up and went back to sleep.
The next day, his parents brought them on a road trip to a beach about 120 miles away from their house. Excited, David packed his bags and they headed off to the beach on the jeep they had rented.
About half an hour into the journey, David's stomach was gurgling and churning, warning of an imminent poop. "Dad, I need to poop!" David warned his father anxiously, as a wet fart escaped from his butt.
"Hold on a bit, son, we're nearly at a stopover, it's about 5 miles away," his father replied as he continued along the bumpy road, which did not do anything great for David's upset stomach. They continued along, David watching the counter, counting down to the point when they reached the stopover.
His urge was getting worse, but he knew it would only be a wasted hour of kicking and screaming and getting nothing out. But the sounds coming from his stomach did not sound like what it had been in the last two weeks. It sounded like not just a normal poop, but a lot of liquid, warm, mushy diarrhea.
"Dad, I think my constipation is over. It's the diarrhea!" David said, his anxiety increasing with his need to poop. The brick-like poop was finally coming loose after two weeeks, seeking their escape through David's butt.
"Dad, stop the car! I'm going to poop my pants!" David was squirming around on the seat now, giving out loud, wet farts every few seconds.
"Fine!" David's father pulled the jeep over at the side of the highway. David flung the car door open and waddled outside. He felt the poop start to come out as he made his way to the field nearby to release his mega diarrhea.
A shart came out, signalling the exit of two week's worth of poop. David had one hand jammed into his butthole and the other desperately undoing the buttons on his pants. At last, after a few sharts, his pants came free and he pulled his underwear down and let loose.
His diarrhea came instantly. Projectile poop shot out of his butt and splattered all over the grass, muddying the soil. After twenty whole minutes of the poop jet, the diarrhea finally ended and David got up shakily, exhausted from the long poop.
He looked at the mess he had made. The grass within two metres of his butt where he had been squatting. He took a piece of tissue out his pocket and wiped his poop-splattered butt.
Then, he got back into the jeep and sat down, ready to go to the stopover to let out anything he still had in him.
END
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