Chapter #6Time to poop by: Unknown The boy grinned as his lower belly groaned under the pressure of a massive load. "Well, Dad. I warned ya... but it's time to drop you off somewhere." The giant kid stood, stretched and let out a tremendous fart. FFFFRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTHHHHHHH
"Whooee - that was rough. Sorry, it smells like the trip really did a number on ya, Daddy." He chuckled. "Yeah... a number TWO!"
He stepped over the large pile of lumber he had collected last evening. Time to go drop some more lumber. He tromped into the woods until he came to a clearing, not noticing that it was occupied by a camping hunter. The boy bent forward, slightly squatting. He brushed his blonde hair out of his green eyes and grit his teeth as he clenched his gut. His toes curled into the soft earth as his bowels contracted to give birth to the grisly remains of his yummy pop.
Slimy crackling sounds awoke the hunter, who peered out of his tent to see a huge moon eclipsing the sky. The boy's parted butt cheeks revealed a tremendous pucker that dilated open over chunky nodules of steamy poop, glued together by strands of brownish mucous. As the kid pushed, a log the size of a small tree began to curl out of his asshole. His dad's skeleton disarticulated and embedded in the side of the gradually smoothing turd, was visible to any curious deer or squirrel happening upon the scene. The hunter, too shocked to move, found himself buried in the warm, steamy dump after the boy's hole clenched and the foulest poop imaginable crashed onto his tent. More and more eased out of the kid's rump, along with crackling and sputtering farts - ghosts of his father's corporeal remains. It began to pile up and then, as suddenly as it began, the kid's bowel movement was finished. His father, or what was left of him, had been passed.
He wheeled around to admire his masterpiece and giggled in embarrassment when he noticed the wrecked campsite. "Oops - looks like you could have been breakfast, whoever you are. Sorry - I didn't see you there. But, wow, Daddy! You look... AWESOME! I never imagined you'd make such a big poop." Sniff sniff "Whew, or such a big stink." He fanned his face. "Aw, who am I kidding, Dad, you were raising a stink yesterday morning when I ate you, but rotten swamp mud mixed with chunky beef farts is NOT a smell I'd recommend. Not that you can help it, haha"
The boy then voided his bladder, spraying the campsite with his urine before heading back to the lake to wash his ass. After he stepped out, shaking dry like a feral dog, he decided it was time to go back home for breakfast today. Mom sure did know how to make yummy breakfast, after all..
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