The beautiful college girl Denver was in the early stages of a severe bout of food poisoning. Her stomach churned and twisted, leaving her with no choice but to find the nearest bathroom. She rushed to the girls' bathroom, locking the door behind her. With a groan, she slumped against it, her body heaving as she fought to control the urge to vomit.
After a few moments of struggling, she realized she also needed to defecate. Tentatively, she placed one hand on the small of her back and slid it down to her ass, feeling around for any sign of feces. To her horror, her fingers found a large, soft turd pressing against her anus.
Panicking, she looked around for some relief. The bathroom was dimly lit, and there was no one else inside. Spotting a toilet bowl a few feet away, she limped over to it. Sitting down on the cold wooden seat, she pushed her pants down around her ankles, revealing her plump, pale bottom.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed. A loud, wet splatter filled the room as the turd spilled out of her bowels and onto the toilet paper. It was massive, stretching from one side of the bowl to the other. She winced in pain as it slid out of her, leaving her rectum feeling raw and sore.
Feeling weak and nauseous, Denver grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began cleaning herself up. The coolness of the paper felt good against her hot, sweaty skin. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a moment to catch her breath. The bathroom began to spin around her, and she had to clutch onto the toilet bowl to steady herself.
Finally, she managed to pull her pants back up, though she wobbled a bit as she stood up. The sight of the massive turd sitting in the toilet made her feel even more queasy. With trembling hands, she flushed the toilet, sending waves of water cascading into the bowl.
Exhausted and in pain, she stumbled back towards the sink, grabbing onto the edges of the counter for support. She splashed cool water onto her face, trying to rinse away the feelings of nausea and disgust. As she looked up at her reflection in the mirror, she saw the pain etched deep into her normally bright eyes.
Finally, she made her way out of the bathroom, limping back to her dorm room. The rest of the day was a blur of pain and nausea, but she managed to pull through. Tomorrow would be a new day, one where she hoped not to repeat this horrendous experience again.
