Ramona and Dre were two close friends who had known each other for years. They were both enrolled in the same college and had decided to share an apartment after their first year. It was a cozy little place, perfect for two young women who loved each other's company.
One lazy Saturday afternoon, as they were lounging around watching some trash TV, Ramona suggested they go shopping for snacks. Dre was more than happy to oblige, so they put on their comfortable clothes and headed out. They spent an enjoyable couple of hours browsing the supermarket, picking up all sorts of junk food, and catching up on gossip.
By the time they got home, they were both famished. They plopped themselves down on the couch and devoured their purchases, munching away and chatting about their day. Before long, they found themselves with only an empty bowl and a very full stomach.
Ramona, always the adventurous one, had an idea. "Hey Dre, wouldn't it be awesome if we just took a nap on the couch, watched some movies, and didn't worry about anything?" Dre agreed, rolling onto her side and propping a pillow under her head.
As they drifted off to sleep, both girls felt their stomachs start to rumble. It was nothing unusual; they had eaten too much, after all. But as the night wore on and their sleep deepened, the rumbling grew louder and more insistent. They were both so comfortable that they didn't even notice the growing discomfort in their bellies.
Suddenly, Ramona sat bolt upright, her eyes wide open. "I have to poop!" she exclaimed. Dre, who had been sleeping soundly, just nodded and rolled over, still half-asleep. But as Ramona tried to pull her pants down, she realized something was wrong. She couldn't move!
Panicking now, she tried to yell for help, but all that came out was a soft, pathetic moan. Dre, who had been woken up by Ramona's struggles, lifted her head and looked at her friend. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily. But before Ramona could answer, she too let out a loud, guttural groan.
They both knew what was happening now. Somehow, they had both eaten something that was making them incapable of moving their bowels. The thought was terrifying and humiliating, but there was nothing they could do to stop it. They were stuck on the couch, their minds racing, their bodies betraying them.
As the afternoon turned into evening and then night, they endured the crippling pain in their stomachs, the uncontrollable urge to defecate, and the humiliation of not being able to do anything about it. They couldn't even call for help, trapped as they were in a living nightmare.
Finally, as the sun began to rise, their bodies started to loosen up. Slowly, gradually, they regained control over their bowels, the terrible weight lifting from their shoulders. They breathed a sigh of relief and disgust as they crawled off the couch, their clothes damp with sweat and filth.
Even now, years later, they still remember that horrific night, labeled forever in their minds as "The Great Shitting Incident." It was a bonding experience like no other, one that forged an unbreakable friendship between two young women who had been through hell together. But they both swore never to repeat it, and instead focused on living their lives to the fullest, always remembering to watch what they ate.
