A Poop – By Chawin

My computer starts up, by bowels follow.

All of a sudden my bumhole is fit to burst.

Do I sit at the computer, log in, then poop? Or do I give in.

The feeling over comes me, I have to poop.

I rush to the door, dressing gown falling off as I sprint out of my room.

I enter the bathroom, to realise that I had left the window open from my shower earlier.

The freezing weather has frozen the room, the seat of the toilet and icy throne.

I rush forward, dropping trou, need of poop over comming the icy chill.

The cold grips me, my sphincter closing up. The poop needs to come out but the cold is keeping it back in.

I don’t know how much more I can take, but all of a sudden, my cheeks unclench and I am free.

A sacred log pushes forth from my bumhole and I heave a sigh of relief.

The end.