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I sat there waiting. Listening. Feeling. I knew exactly what was to come. My mother warned me of it last night, and sure enough here I was. It hit me suddenly. I wasn't expecting it, I wasn't ready, but it came. At first it was slow, painful, and even a little rigid, but it soon picked up. After a few seconds the small brown chunks started to flow like a waterfall from my butt hole. The smell of horrid diarrhea filled the room. Eventually it slowed down, but when I began to wipe the sensation erupted from my rectum again. Before I knew it another round of smelly brown sludge flowed from my anal passage. I could do nothing but hold on and wait for it to be over. I held onto the sides of the toilet and let out a yelp. It took everything in my power to hold back the tears. Finally after 7 agonizing minutes I realized it was over. The fog began to clear and I decided it was safe to wipe. I let out a sigh of relief, ripped a scrap of paper, and began the process of wiping. I smiled a bit, not because it was over, but because I knew that after all of this, I was going to be ok.
