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Wh-what the fuck!? She’d been shitting for two minutes straight and she was still going!? What on earth was this!? How could she even pack enough shit in her body to go on this long? No, that couldn’t be right. Sure, it felt like she was shitting thick, hot logs that entire time, but it must have been her mind playing tricks on her, right? She must have just been terribly constipated and it only felt like she was defecating such huge amounts, surely.
Olivia turned back to see the pile she’d generated. Her heart sank. Sitting behind her was a heap of dung on par with a Mudsdale’s manure pile! Thick, solid ropes of shit were spiraling out of her, making the heap even more massive! Goodness, at the rate she was pooping now… half the pile’s mess would be fresh from her ass just from this minute!
It finally dawned on Olivia something here was wrong. Horribly, terribly wrong. This wasn’t just an allergic reaction making her shit herself. No, this was something supernatural plaguing her body.
Olivia stood motionless in her little squat as she watched her asshole void more and more out of her. What could she even do? Could she get help? Would this end soon enough? Surely she’d feel empty soon enough and it’d just end, right?
That feeling of emptiness never came. Instead, a fresh need to strain and push out a load started to set in. Olivia tried to deny it for a moment, tried to hold on to some hope she could get this all under control. The sensation didn’t fade away, it only grew worse. Over time it felt as if Olivia was holding back a monster dump ready to break her ass in half… while still actively pushing out a titanic load doing that very thing. She tried to hold on, even as every muscle in her body was screaming to push. The calls grew louder, stronger, unbearable… until finally she let go.
