You always wondered why you ate whatever it was you ate. Everytime you ate it, you'd be going through this situation you're going through right now. Sitting down on a porcelain, your bluish butt-cheeks open wide, and you forming fists and grunting with your eyes shut. After you force out a thick grunt, you fart in a raucous tone and drop several logs of dung into the toilet bowl with a loud splash.
"God this stinks!" you say.
You let out some more flatulence before exhaling loudly and sighing heavily. Spreading your legs and putting your hands on your thighs, you let out a couple of more lumps of poo, trying to relax yourself. You're not sure why, but all this food was really messing with your bowels and you just wanted it all out. So, you grunt loudly with your eyes shut and poop some more, inhaling and exhaling repeatedly as more poop slid out your asshole and plopped into the water.
"Whew...that feels so much better."
You wipe your grimy ass with toilet paper and dispose of the soiled paper in the toilet, flushing it and exiting the stall you were in.
"Hey Lucario!! You done in there?!"
One of your friends was waiting outside of the bathroom, hoping for you to finish soon.
"Yeah, I'm coming out!"
As you exit the bathroom, you run into your friend, a Magmar named Abell.
"So, what do you wanna do today? he asked.
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