Immerse yourself in a tale of indulgence and taboo as I share my personal experience of luxuriating in the bath, only to find myself in a rather unpleasant predicament. The warm water soothes my body, and I am lost in the relaxation, but my overindulgence in sugar-free laxative candies leads to an unexpected consequence.
My bloated stomach rumbles, and I am faced with a difficult decision: do I leave the comfort of the bath to relieve myself, or do I risk an embarrassing accident? My attempts to ignore the growing pressure are in vain, and I am soon enveloped in a cloud of my own making.
As I consider my options, I find myself sinking deeper into the filth, unable to decide whether to clean up the mess or simply remain in my poop-filled paradise. The situation quickly spirals out of control, and I am left helpless, scooping up pieces of evidence by hand.
Little did I know, the true challenge would come later, as I discovered the valve for draining the water was broken, and my short nails were no match for the task. Despite the obstacle, I managed to clean up the mess, one bucket of poopy water at a time, all with a smile on my face. Was it worth it? Absolutely.