The pain was unbearable yet she managed herself to the bathroom and sat down on the ice-cold toilet ring. The chilled plastic seat had no effect on her already cold skin. A swell of pain cinched around her abdomen, so much of it that she couldn’t tell where the pain originated. She felt the need to defecate, to get it all out, that would make it so much better, it would relieve the pain, and it would give her the day back. Yes, all she needed was a good shit. Easy to hope for, not easy to do.
The need to push was overwhelming but nothing would release from her impacted bowels. What have I done to deserve such pain? She thought. No one answered. A sweat broke out as the tension worsened. A cold sweat, one that spread over her body quickly and completely, soaking her clothing to the point that anyone watching her exit the bathroom would say she just stepped out of the shower and why would anyone do that with their clothes on? Her cold, wet skin had gone pale despite her usual sun kissed appearance.
Vague thoughts of calling an ambulance crossed her awareness but she held on to the thought that if she could just get a good dump out of her system all would be well. She couldn’t do that screaming through the streets in a hundred and fifty dollar ambulance ride. Could she? No, she decided against it. No, hold on, stay here, and let it go, let it go, let it go, fuck. Just sit here, it will come, it has too, it fucking has too! Clenching her teeth, she twisted a towel she had unconsciously snatched from the rack above the toilet between her white-knuckled fists. Then, when the pain was so bad, she thought she would pass out, she started to pray. It wasn’t the first time. In the back of her mind, she wondered why HE would let this happen again. She knew that was wrong, it wasn’t God’s fault she wanted that perfect look. But that was a long time ago, God please stop, I don’t do that anymore. She wasn’t praying to end the pain just that she wouldn’t feel it anymore. Too many times had she prayed to end the pain and here it was again, obviously those prayers hadn’t worked.
Make me strong so I don’t feel so bad, God, please. She took deep breaths. Long and slow, it reminded her of childbirth and if she didn’t feel like she was close to death, she would’ve laughed her head off. Since when does taking a dump feel like giving birth to a fucken baby? Since right fucken now!
Another, more intense cramp burst through her churning guts. Yes, it had happened before, actually she’d lost count how many times it had happened. On some occasions she had blacked out for a few minutes, just fell off the seat and woke up with her pretty face smushed against the bathtub or on the cold tile floor. In between these bouts of horror, she would go to the doctors. All of them would wrinkle their well-educated noses at her description of the symptoms and say they’d “never heard of anything quite like that before.” or “Not real sure what could be causing that.” She’d always hoped for a solid answer, to have one of them give her a name like IBS or Chron’s Disease, but they never did. They couldn’t, she guessed, because that’s not what she had, after all they would know, they were the professionals.
She saw specialist after specialist, had barium enemas, colonoscopies, ultra sounds, exploratory surgeries and even a completely unnecessary gall bladder removal, still, no one could isolate the problem. If they couldn’t figure out what she had then they couldn’t figure out how to stop it and that was all she wanted, to make it stop, to let go of the shit. Just let go of the shit!
The wave of pain subsided and she stood up slowly to remove the cold, wet clothes. First the shirt, then the pants. Both pieces fell with a sloppy plop onto the ceramic tile. She leaned against the counter and glanced in the mirror. Her stomach was descended to the point of disfigurement, a completely unnatural round belly attached to an otherwise fit, lean body. Before she could look away another stabbing cramp lanced her abdomen and with it another wave of cold sweats. This time it was accompanied with a dark dizziness. She fell back onto the toilet and to her surprise (and relief), her bowels let go.
The horrible smell assaulted her immediately, not the normal bad smell of shit but more of a rotting stench, like something had crawled inside her and died. It didn’t matter, the dam had broken and the release was divine. The pain didn’t stop immediately so she bent over her knees hoping to keep the flow of crap going because God help her if it stopped now. She would not be able to take the pain again, not now. It didn’t stop though, it kept going and going until she realized she’d have to flush the toilet or end up sitting in her own shit, the damned bowl was full. After the second flush, the pain ceased, unlocked itself from her bowels and drained away. What had been a steady stream of filth was now winding down to small squirts of clear liquid. She barely had enough energy to wipe her ass but she managed it opting for a warm, wet face cloth instead of what would be completely ineffective toilet tissue. She flushed the toilet again, third times a charm, and dragged herself out of the bathroom only stopping once to deposit her wet clothes and the shitty face cloth into the laundry before falling in to bed.
She prayed again this time thanking God that it was finally done. Until next time, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. She ignored it. All she could do was sleep; her body would allow nothing else from her. She wrapped a thick blanket around her warming skin and fell hard and heavy into a deep sleep.
Great story, next time i use the toilet I'll be uneasy
Reviewed by Holly Mezo
6/13/2004
Way to familiar! You left out the complete sinus blockage which most definatly baffles the doctors. Very realistic and disturbingly accurate...well researched....ha...ugh!
I like this a lot -- the fuck with censorship. I basically am a practioner of the explict content and with horror it goes hand and hand. Especially when heavy metal music is involved.
Reviewed by Edgar Caane
11/1/2002
That was a damn fine bit of work. Very unique to say the least. Do you have anymore stuff to put on here?
Reviewed by eva m. smith
10/29/2002
Well, unusual to say the least. I think it needs a little work, doesn't seem to have an ending?? A little history perhaps or flashback??
Sure is interesting though.
Reviewed by No Longer Member
10/28/2002
What a shitty story....just kidding
Reviewed by Jeffrey Callico
10/24/2002
Well, it's fucking gross as hell in some parts, but I have to appreciate your talent for the graphic. Fuck censorship.
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