I’ve been holding in my bowel movement for days, writhing and moaning in desperation. I refuse to go to the toilet, finding the idea too mundane. I want to poop somewhere naughty and exciting!
As I struggle to control myself, a small amount of feces starts to leak out. Driven by urgency, I crawl onto the bed and poop there, much to your dismay. I then run to the piano, but you warn me of the potential consequences.
In my desperation, I consider all options and ultimately decide to poop on your pristine white lunch plate, releasing a large, hard, and constipated log. The log looks strange, possibly due to the spinach and spirulina I’ve consumed.
Curious about the smell, I take a whiff and am taken aback by the putrid stench. As a punishment for soiling your plate, you force me to take deeper and harder sniffs, bringing me to the brink of vomiting.
After what feels like an eternity, you finally release me. My poop is now covered in my saliva, and I feel incredibly nauseous. You instruct me to place my log in a more aesthetically pleasing location, and I comply by putting it near the fireplace.
As you gaze into my still-stretched anus, you slide your precum-covered penis inside, ready to enjoy the moment further.