As the snowstorm raged on, Sarah felt a familiar tug in her gut. She knew she had to find a place to go before her need became too desperate. Clutching her coat tightly around her, she trudged through the ankle-deep snow, wincing as the icy drizzle hit her face.
Her search led her to a small clearing, sheltered from the harsh winds. She gratefully sank to her knees, pulled down her pants, and released a massive log from her asshole. It landed with a soft plop in the snow, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
But her relief was short-lived. Another turd was already forming in her insides, and she could feel it pushing against her rectum. She gritted her teeth and braced herself as she once again sank into the icy abyss. This time, she didn't have the energy to pull her pants back up, so she stayed on her knees, shivering as the cold snow seeped into her clothes.
Her defecation continued in this manner, with short intervals between her desperate needs. Each time she released her bowels, she felt a sense of relief wash over her, only to be immediately replaced by disgust and embarrassment. Tears of shame mixed with the snow that was stinging her cheeks, but she couldn't bring herself to care about her appearance at that moment.
She stayed in that clearing, lost in her own filth and self-loathing, until the storm finally subsided. When she finally managed to stand up, she could barely recognize the disheveled mess that was once a human being. The bitter cold of the snowstorm had turned into a chill deep within her soul, and she knew that she couldn't go back to her normal life after this.
Sarah trudged back through the woods, wondering how she could ever face her friends and family again. All she could think about was the shame she felt, and the constant reminder of her own body's betrayal. She didn't know how she was going to explain this away, or if she even wanted to try. All she could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping that maybe someday, she would find a way to forgive herself.
