Finn was sitting in class, when suddenly
ha stomach rumbled. He looked around, but everyone was focused on the
Spanish lecture. Finn tried to ignore it, but his stomach gurgled again, and he knew he was going to have diarrhea.
He squeezed his butt checks together, in an adequate attempt to hold in the liquid shit threatening to erupt from his ass. After class, his girlfriend Brianna tried to catch up with him.
"Are you busy, Finn?" she asked with that
sexy and seductive smile he loved so much. Finn nodded, in too much ass pain to speak. He made his way to the
car, unaware that plenty of
girls were staring at his ass, squeezed so it looked almost small.
When he got home, Finn barely had enough time to get to the porcelain pot before his diarrhea erupted. It was painful, like lava spewing out of his butt. The smell was like raw sewage, which it coincidentally was.
Finn was on the
toilet for hours. Finally, his stomach was empty of the shitty
mud, and he collapsed. It was 10 PM, and he was practically falling asleep in the putrid aroma of his own shit.
'God,' he thought. 'That Mexican
food was not a good idea. I guess today wasn't the best lunch
day.' Maybe tomorrow would be better.
The next
day, Brianna approached him after
school again. "You look perkier. You wanna come over to my place for some FUN?"
Oh yeah. Today was going to be much better.
