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noko
... I couldn't stand. There was no strength left in my body at all while my aching rectum began pumping out watery geysers of ass-chunks, with ten-second respites, as if doing tabata intervals on steroids. So, I sat there as my body emptied itself. The sound of my intestines purging was similar to "Sshhrrtt! Sshhrt!" with the onset of each new torrential wave of putrid butt-sludge.
Realizing the mess being made of the bathroom, I tried to rise up, like a trooper, and complete my mission to reach the toilet. Then I realized my belly was swollen and feeling uncomfortable. I needed to belch to relieve the pressure inside.
As this point my mom (I live in her basement) came into the bathroom, and I belched just then, but something much more than burp came up. The other half of the four bowls of chili, complete with half-digested beans, erupted from my mouth as I turned my head toward her sudden entrance in surprise. She took it on the face like a bukkake porn-starlet taking a fifty-cock facial. At this point, reeling back in horror, my mom got scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air." So, I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it--Yo, homes, to Bel-air!"
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