i sat on the toilet thinking it was going to be a normal poop session but alas, it was not. i sat upon my porcelain throne, determined to get the shit out of my ass. it was all fine and dandy until it was starting to come out. that’s when i realized that my rectum will quite possibly tear at the sheer mite of the absolute log that i was attempting to push out. i kept pushing and pushing, but the more i did so, the more agony i put myself through. i began to work up a sweat, my core was burning, but i knew i couldn’t keep this mammoth in my colon forever. i did what was had to be done. as much as it burned, i pushed. the war was on. i clenched my fists as i looked down upon my sunburnt thighs, panicking, not knowing what to do this very night. i pushed until i couldn’t. and that’s when i heard it. a singular plop. i starred into the light as a singular tear rolled down my cheek. the war was over. my colon was drained. that massive weight off of my shoulders (and ass) was finally lifted. i lifted my juicy, plump asscheeks off of the toilet seat and stared at what i had just created. an absolute fucking Goliath of a turd, blood splattered throughout the toilet bowl. i wave of relief crashed over me, it’s over now. you’re okay. everything is okay.