In this scenario, you are my boyfriend, and your culinary skills have left me constipated for days. The discomfort has become unbearable, leading me to consider laxatives. However, I have no prior experience with them, so I decide to experiment with you first – after all, you are the cause of this mess!
I crush a laxative pill and mix it in your morning coffee, informing you that it will induce urgent bowel movements. You agree to be my guinea pig.
Meanwhile, I head to the bathroom to attempt relieving my constipation. After a little pee, I feel a breakthrough, as if I might finally be able to poop. My moment of relief is disrupted by your insistent knocks on the door, pleading with me to let you use the toilet. The laxative I gave you is taking effect! However, after several days of struggle, I am finally pooping. I refuse to let you ruin this for me.
Initially, you don’t believe me, so I stand up and display the evidence – poop coming out of my bottom. You beg me to let you use the toilet, but you can’t hold it in. I watch as you soil your pants right in front of me.
After mocking your mishap, I wipe and then let you see the fresh poop in the toilet before flushing it away.