TRUE STORY #50
GREEN OLIVES
Part II
Now once we get home, Lori plops on the toilet and starts to go to the bathroom. Then, I feel that low dropping feeling as the poop starts to come out my ass. I tell Lori to get off the toilet cos I’m gonna shit my pants, but she says "I’m pooping you'll hafta wait." Fuck that, I got shit coming out my ass I need to take a crap. Then I say, fuck it. I go to the kitchen and grab a plastic bag and walk over to the doorway of my room. There’s plastic on the floor to keep the cat from scratching the carpet, so I squat over that plastic, leaning against the wall for support as I shit into the bag. It was a nice soft big shit... a lot of shit... it was neat being able to see it as it came out and fell into the bag. Lori was totally grossed out by this saying "Eeeew ! I can smell it in here!" and telling me to hide it when she got off and I took over on the can. I let it chill in the bag next to me while I took a crap. I then sorta played with it as I shitted to make it have a better shape. I finished my crap on the can, wiped and went to dump the crap in the back yard by the trashcans.
A little later, I got that feeling again. I ran into the bathroom and crapped pure liquid shit. It was a little pulpy, but for the most part all liquid... brown liquid. After that, my night of shitting was over. I decided not to eat so many of those fuckin’ olives again and after who knows how long, my shit is still in the back yard.
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