#constipated

[phattiepheeder]

To have an overpacked cauldron of a belly that is completely controlled by your feeder.

Master hasn’t allowed for an emptying In 3 days but has still fed his prized hog to the brim. Rancid constipated farts are a small relief when your bowels are stretched to the max to compensate. He uses your cunt, needing to push a bit harder than usual to get in, feeling how everything clogging your pipes has piled into and swollen your rectum.

He finishes inside you and then goes to get your next meal. He proceeds to stuff you with a mountain of food until you can no longer breath.

He presses your fat bloated gut and you groan in discomfort, your hole inadvertently puckering.

“No, no,” he says. “No shitting yet. Just gas.”

“But if I try to fart again, it’ll be impossible to hold the rest in. “

“That’s your fault for being such a greedy piggy. Your stomach is this way because of YOUR gluttony. And You have another day to go piggy.”

The next day comes and your guts are done processing the food. Your feeder instructs you that it’s emptying day. He instructs you to take a stance on all fours , and goes to feel how hard and bloated your abdomen is.

“Ah, looks like you’ve done a great job of getting filled and having your bowels stretched to capacity,” he says grabbing a box and what looks like tin foil. He puts on a rubber glove.

“Alright you know the drill. Face down and spread em,” he instructs. You follow his instructions and place your head on the floor, ass still up and use both hands behind you to spread your deep cheeks. You sigh , knowing that finally you’ll get some relief from the unbearably fullness in your guts.

Suddenly, you feel a cold glycerine suppository press against your hole. It’s forced in along with the finger behind it. He retracts his finger to have it covered In your chocolate. He repeats this with three more slippery inserts.

“Now you have to hold it until the glycerine melts. I’m doing you a favour so your hole doesn’t rip this time. Let me know when you’re busting to empty and I’ll bring the bucket”

Last time the constipated plug of shit practically tore your ass in two while being birthed.

You hold it, clenching against everything In your body telling you to push. You’re still on your hands and knees half an hour later as you feel the pressure behind your hole is mountain and you feel the weight of days worth of sweet creamy shit pressing against your hole. Despite your best efforts, a fart sputters out along with a bit of shit and melted glycerine.

“I’m ready to empty,” you groan loudly in defeat. Your feeder walks in on a pathetic scene. Fat pig on their hands and knees, swollen gut gurgling and hanging on the floor, drenched in sweat, hole quivering with the anticipation of finally getting some reprieve. He lays an industrial bucket behind your cellulite-ridden ass.

“All right pig, let’s see the aftermath of that gluttony,” the words are barely out his mouth before the gates part and shit starts pummelling onto the bottom of the bucket. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as log after log of constipated shit leaves its incubator. Rumbling farts and stomach gurgles are all that can be heard as the shit gets sloppier and bursts out of your poor tender hole. You moan half in pain half in pleasure.

Your feeder smirks, knowing you’ll be laying cable trying to empty all that waste for at least the next couple of hours.

#constipated #slob

[deebrisbyfish]

This IS an idea I have actually spent a LOT of time trying to turn into a bigger story. It's one of the main things ab out my transition that's NOT been covered in the strip, and that's mostly because I've been struggling to make a more "important" story out of it. When I came out, I knew I wanted a name that started with a "D". It's just a thing with me. And I also wanted to keep my signature, which has always been "D. Fish". Plus, as stated in the strip itself, most of my friends over the years have reduced my old name down to the letter "D" anyway, so it felt really comfortable and natural. That said, my thoughts on the aforementioned "old names" are a topic for another strip. Next weeks, in fact.

[robinspinknest]

[happy4562]

Constipated in the Men’s Room (fiction)

Gary arrived to the office at his normal time of 7:45am. He preferred to arrive a bit early so he could hit the men’s room to start his day off. Even though he was in his 50s now, he was still able to enjoy a healthy shit. Most days he had no issue taking his shit but he’d been constipated the past three days. He grabbed his newspaper and headed off. When he swung the door open, the bright lights flashed on, indicating that he’d have some privacy. Gary was never shy about going but he knew this shit would take some work so he hoped to be alone.

He chose the last of three stalls and slowly closed the door. He hung his suit coat up and slowly unbuckled his belt. He let his black pants fall to his ankles and he mounted the bowl. Within seconds of sitting down, his cock began gushing a long and loud piss into the water.

“Ahhhhhhh”, Gary moaned in relief.

He pulled out his newspaper and flipped to the sports section. A tiny but loud fart escaped his cheeks. Gary began to grunt a bit, “aughhhhh”. A few small pebbles of shit plonked into the bowl. He could feel a massive shit right near the exit but knew he needed to really work if he wanted to get it out. Just then, the door swung open and Gary heard the familiar click of dress shoes on the floor. Someone quickly took the first stall. Gary bent down and immediately recognized the shoes as those of Nick, the young buck of the office.

Nick dropped trou and collapsed onto the toilet with seconds to spare. An avalanche of shit blew out him in loud fashion. Nick sighed in immense relief. Gary could barely sit there since the stench was so bad. Nick courtesy flushed but the damage had been done. Trying again to focus on his own shit, Gary began massaging his stomach and grunting again, “oooooh”.

“Sounds rough over there”, Nick said.

“Yeah….didn’t sound too rough for you”, Gary replied.

“I’d been holding this shit in for 45 minutes on the train but goddam if I don’t feel amazing now”, Nick said laughing.

Gary went back to grunting, trying to keep his noises down to a minimum but it was no use. He had to bear down much harder which meant even louder grunting. “Hmmmph”, Gary moaned in a much deeper and louder tone.

“There you go pal, let it out”, Nick responded.

Gary ignored him and felt his shit getting close. “Argggh”, he said this time as a slow crackle began to emanate from his cheeks. He was out of breath and sweating by this point. Gary have another hard push and a log splashed loudly into the bowl below him.

“Wheeeeeew”, Gary sighed in sweet relief. He looked between his legs and saw a monster log in the bowl. He couldn’t believe how big it was and hoped the toilet could handle it when he flushed. He only needed a single wipe. He flushed but the log didn’t break up. Gary’s face went red and he quickly exited the stall while leaving the log for the next guy to worry about. As he washed his hands, he heard Nick let out another wave of loose shit. He raced to the exit before the smell hit him again.

[neurosnafu]

still dont know how i feel bout my art

[yrsogross]

soooo today my stomach decided to turn into satan. i had to run to the bathroom so many times at work today to push out just load after load of waste. the cramps were so fucking bad. between each wave of shit there were sooooo many wet, sloppy farts too. they were so loud (and so was my grunting and moaning) i’m sure someone heard me outside the bathroom. worst part is that i’m still constipated, because even with tons of soft ropes pouring out of me there’s still a huge, dense log that’s ready to come out. no matter how hard i pushed it barely poked its head out, it was so big that i had to walk around with my hole still stretched around it because it wouldn’t go back in (or out).

anyway, gonna go jerk off while i rub my achy tummy now :( <3

[brunochavoulert]

Beyond the Horizon: The Quest for Freedom (English version)

Warning: this story was originally written in Portuguese. This version (in English) was translated directly by a translation website, so I apologize if anything sounds incomprehensible to you. It was the most I could do to try to democratize this story. Hope you like it. Thanks!

Warning 2: THIS STORY CONTAINS ELEMENTS BASED ON REAL FACTS

PROLOGUE

The life of a foreigner, especially an exchange student, can be challenging, especially in those countries that have a culture completely different from your home country. Felipe discovered this in the worst possible way when, at the age of 17, he went on exchange to Japan. His Brazilian roots meant he faced several challenges in his daily life in his new life.

Even on the other side of the world, Felipe carried the green of the Brazilian flag in his eyes, while the bangs of his brown hair, which fell over his forehead, when it flew in the afternoon breeze, resembled the South American starry pavilion fluttering in the wind. when hoisted. His reserved personality meant that he was well received by his two and only friends in the new country in which he lived: Kaito and Akimiro, who were the same age as him and were always accompanying him and helping him in whatever way possible. for it to adapt to the new culture in which it was inserted. They weren't always nearby, but a curious fact is that they weren't always so far away either.

HISTORY - SINGLE PART

One day, in the busy outdoor courtyard of the Japanese school, the midday sun cast its golden rays on the students gathered for lunch. Felipe, who was experiencing his first day of school in Japan, occupied a table with Kaito and Akimiro near the center, where the excitement was evident. The tantalizing aroma of Asian dishes filled the air, while lively conversations resonated all around.

Felipe, with his shy and somewhat clumsy nature, tried, with some embarrassment, to use his chopsticks to pick up the pieces of food on his plate. His movements were hesitant, and the chopsticks seemed to have a mind of their own, challenging his newly acquired skill. Kaito and Akimiro, on the other hand, laughed openly at the situation, their eyes shining with amusement.

��� You must catch them more subtly, Felipe. — Akimiro encouraged, with a gentle smile, while using his chopsticks to demonstrate how to use them for the exchange student. — Come on, you can do it!

With a sigh of resignation, Felipe followed Akimiro's instructions, who, after several clumsy attempts, finally managed to hold a piece of exotic food between his chopsticks. With an expression of triumph mixed with apprehension, he took the food to his mouth, his shyness momentarily eclipsed by hunger. However, his brief victory soon gave way to an expression of displeasure as the peculiar taste invaded his mouth.

- What is that? — Felipe asked, frowning suspiciously.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged amused glances before letting out infectious laughter.

— It's a century-old egg, a Chinese delicacy! — Kaito explained between laughs.

Felipe made a disgusted face, his reaction causing more laughter among his friends.

- This is horrible! I knew I wouldn't like this! — He grumbled, making a face expressing his displeasure with the food while shaking his head.

Kaito and Akimiro were even more amused by Felipe's expression, sharing complicit looks that expressed joy for the friendship and shared adventures. Amid the hustle and bustle of the outdoor courtyard, the camaraderie between the three friends shone like a ray of sunshine on a summer day.

After lunch, Felipe, Kaito and Akimiro headed to the sports court for Physical Education class, wearing their specific uniforms for the occasion. The three friends were now wearing their Physical Education uniforms, which consisted of a loose white t-shirt, which made Felipe almost pale due to his fair skin, combined with gray football shorts that reached his knees. Gray socks, stretched halfway up the students' shins, completed the ensemble, while white shoes reflected the afternoon sunlight.

As they entered the court, Felipe observed the movement around him with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. The excitement of students preparing for activities was almost palpable, and he felt a little intimidated by the pulsing energy of the environment. Kaito and Akimiro, noticing Felipe's hesitation, exchanged sympathetic glances before approaching him with encouraging smiles.

— Come on, Felipe, you'll be fine. — Kaito said, patting his friend on the back with a friendly gesture.

Akimiro nodded with a reassuring smile.

— Don't worry, we're all in this together. — He added, his voice conveying confidence and support.

Although he still felt a little nervous, Felipe felt comforted by the presence of his friends by his side. With a grateful smile, he prepared to face the challenges of PE class, knowing that with Kaito and Akimiro's support, he could overcome anything.

Kaito, in his playful and always optimistic way, tried to calm Felipe's nerves:

— Try to relax, it will just be a class like all the others we had today. — he said, casting a reassuring smile in his friend's direction. — And the professor is a nice guy, you'll see.

Felipe, although grateful for Kaito's support, couldn't help but feel anxious about the prospect of participating in physical activities.

— I'm not very good at sports. — He admitted, with a worried expression on his face.

However, Kaito was not willing to let Felipe's insecurity dominate him. With a confident nod, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— Don't worry about it, Felipe. The important thing is to have fun and do your best. We are here to support you.

Kaito gave an encouraging smile and Akimiro nodded in agreement, showing his silent support for his friend.

- That's right. You are not alone in this. Let's have fun.

The words of encouragement from his friends warmed Felipe's heart, dispelling some of his anxiety. With a sigh of determination, he straightened his shoulders and threw a grateful smile at Kaito and Akimiro.

- Thank you guys. Lets do this. — He said, with renewed determination.

And so, with the support and friendship of Kaito and Akimiro by his side, Felipe prepared to face the challenge of Physical Education class with courage and determination, knowing that, whatever happened, he would not be alone.

However, a thunderous sound echoed through the air: Felipe's stomach growled loudly, like distant thunder. A strange feeling came over him, and a sudden urgency made him feel an unbearable urge to run to the bathroom. Kaito and Akimiro, worried about Felipe's sudden expression, approached him with inquisitive looks.

— Hey, Felipe, what's going on? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of concern in his voice.

Felipe, struggling to hide his anguish, tried to make a quick excuse, his eyes darting nervously.

- Anything! Nothing no. It's just nervousness, but it will pass.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged suspicious glances, their instinct warning them that something wasn't right.

—Are you sure, Felipe? You look pale.

— More than it already is. — Kaito joked, trying to bring a little humor.

Felipe felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.

— Oh, it's just... I... I... I'll be back soon, don't worry. Will not be long! — He replied, before quickly walking away.

Kaito and Akimiro watched in bewilderment as Felipe ran towards the school building, his hurried footsteps echoing through the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Felipe ran through the school corridors, his urgency increasing with each step. He knew he had managed to outwit his friends for now, but he couldn't ignore the growing urgency in his stomach. Determined to reach the bathroom in time, he increased the pace of his run, hoping to reach salvation before it was too late. As he ran through the school corridors, Felipe felt increasingly desperate. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the persistent sound of his stomach growling seemed to echo through the empty hallways like an urgent alarm.

However, because it was his first day of school, Felipe didn't know the school and didn't know how to get to the bathroom. The corridors stretched out before him like a confusing maze, their signs written in Japanese looking like incomprehensible scrawls to his inexperienced eyes. He tried to follow the signs, but soon realized he was going in the wrong direction.

- Where is the bathroom? — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of anxiety. He looked at the signs written in Japanese, but the letters seemed jumbled and indecipherable. - I can not understand anything!"

With his stomach growling louder and time running out, Felipe dazedly walked back down the hallway, his clumsy steps echoing through the oppressive silence. Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to find the bathroom that would bring him long-awaited relief. In his growing desperation, he even mistook a closet for the bathroom, opening it expectantly only to be greeted by the familiar smell of books and school supplies.

— Oh, no... That's not the bathroom!", he exclaimed, frustrated, as he closed the door tightly. With a groan of frustration, Felipe continued his search for the bathroom, his hopes for relief now frayed and fragile. He He knew he needed to find that bathroom before it was too late, but every second felt like an eternity in his fight against time and his own growing agony.

Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to understand what the signs were indicating.

- Why is it so hard? — He mumbled, his voice choked with increasing anguish.

With his hopes of finding the bathroom frayed and fragile, Felipe continued his frantic search, praying that he would find much-needed relief before it was too late. After a harrowing search full of obstacles, Felipe finally spotted a familiar icon: a small drawing of a doll indicating the men's bathroom. His heart gave a leap of relief as he recognized the universal symbol.

- Finally! — He celebrated, with a sigh of relief, as he hurried towards the bathroom door. His steps were now driven by a mixture of gratitude and joy, as it finally seemed like his torment was about to end. With a quick gesture, he pushed open the bathroom door and entered the familiar and comforting environment. The gentle sound of running water, the cold of the tiles, and the familiar smell of cleaning products filled his senses, bringing a sense of profound relief.

— Ah, what a relief! — He exclaimed to himself, as he quickly headed towards one of the cabins.

The boy pushed the door of a cabin, but it didn't open. He tried opening the doors of the other cabins one after another, only to find them all firmly locked. His desperation grew with each fruitless attempt, while the persistent growling of his stomach only intensified.

- It can not be! — His voice filled with frustration and despair. He tried to push the doors harder, hoping that one of them would give way, but they all remained motionless and inaccessible. - Please please!

Every second seemed like an eternity, and the feeling of panic began to take hold of him as he found himself surrounded by locked cabins on all sides. He looked around for some hope, his eyes frantically scanning the inside of the bathroom for a way out. Every heartbeat felt like an echo of his own anxiety as he fought to control the growing sense of despair.

Finally, after a series of failed attempts, his eyes settled on a door with the handle slightly lowered. With a sigh of hope, Felipe quickly approached, his hopes renewed as he saw a possible way out of his growing anguish. With a sigh of relief, he opened the door, hoping to find the relief he had been searching for.

However, as soon as his eyes fixed on the interior of the cabin, Felipe jumped back, his heart beating even faster than before. Instead of the Western toilet he was used to seeing, he was faced with a hole in the floor, the typical traditional Japanese toilet, a completely foreign sight to him. His eyes widen in disbelief as he hesitates to take the next step. Time seems to drag by as he fights internally against the urge to relieve himself and the refusal to use that type of toilet.

Being stunned for a moment, Felipe blinked several times, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stared at the hole in the ground with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief, his mind struggling to process the unexpected situation.

—What...what is this? — muttered Felipe, his voice wavering with the shock of discovery. He looked around the cabin, looking for any sign of familiarity, but all he found was the strange Japanese toilet before him.

Felipe, this time, looks around the bathroom, desperately looking for any alternative, but all the stalls are locked and the urgency to go to the bathroom only increases. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the Japanese toilet, an expression of revulsion mixed with despair.

- I do not believe this! — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with anxiety. — I can't use this... no way!

He takes a tentative step towards the toilet, but his determination is quickly replaced by a gesture of refusal. He shakes his head vehemently, as if trying to deny the reality before his eyes.

— No, no, no! I am unable. I can not do this. —His voice shaking with the mixture of fear and embarrassment. He felt vulnerable and exposed, his mind struggling to come to terms with the idea of ​​using the strange device before him.

Your stomach revolts even more, sending waves of discomfort throughout your body. Felipe closes his eyes for a moment, fighting the conflicting sensations in his mind and body.

Finally, after a moment of agonizing hesitation, he makes a decision. With a resigned sigh, he approaches the Japanese toilet and prepares to face the unknown, knowing that he has no other choice if he wants to alleviate his distress.With a heavy sigh, Felipe locks himself in the cabin, feeling embarrassed for being in such an uncomfortable situation. He looks at that hole in the ground before him, his mind struggling to accept the need to use it.

— It's going to be okay, Felipe! — He whispers to himself, trying to comfort himself. — You just need to do this quickly and get out of here.

With a hesitant movement, he lowers his shorts to his knees, his face flushed with embarrassment, and squats over the toilet, feeling awkward and out of place in that unfamiliar posture. The boyHe feels terrible discomfort when squatting, his legs shaking slightly with the effort. He tries to adjust the position, moving back and forth, but the discomfort only gets worse, making him feel even more self-conscious.

— How can people... wear this every day? — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with frustration.

His face is now completely red with embarrassment, and he feels more lost than ever. He wishes he could disappear right then and there, escape the awkward situation he finds himself in. But he knows he needs to overcome his discomfort if he wants to alleviate his distress. With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to remain in that position, hoping that everything will be over soon and he can get out of there.

— Everything will be fine, Felipe. Just a few minutes of discomfort and then everything will be fine. — He thought to himself, trying to find some comfort in the idea, ignoring the physical discomfort in favor of solving his urgent need.

However, his relief was brief. A new wave of discomfort hit him full force. Felipe frowned, his heart sinking in his chest as he realized the terrible truth.

—What...what is this? — She exclaimed, her voice choked with disbelief. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the true nature of his affliction.

Constipated. The word echoed in his mind like an ominous bell, filling him with despair and discouragement. Constipated. He was constipated. His stomach turned at the revelation, and a wave of disbelief and denial flooded his mind.

- No! It can not be! I can not believe this! — He felt a mixture of frustration and disbelief come over him. — This can't be happening to me!

He refused to accept the reality before his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and uncomfortable than before.

Felipe struggled to process the disturbing revelation, his mind spinning in confusion and disbelief. He felt helpless in the face of the situation, unable to understand how something like this could happen on his first day of school in Japan. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, he knew he needed to face reality and move on. But for now, he found himself stuck in a spiral of embarrassment and disbelief, not knowing how to deal with the situation he found himself in. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

With a heavy heart and stomach churning, Felipe found himself facing an even worse situation than before. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

- What do I do now?

His mind swirled with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely lost, not knowing how to deal with the terrible twist of fate that now afflicted him. Felipe remained squatting over the strange toilet bowl, refusing to accept the cruel reality of his cold. Every moment he spent there felt like an eternity as he fought the feeling of despondency that threatened to overwhelm him. With a sigh of resolution, Felipe focused all his will on overcoming the cold that was tormenting him.

— This has to be a nightmare! — He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to find the courage he needed to face the challenge before him. - All good! I can't give up now — He thought to himself, his determination strengthening with each passing second. He knew it would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to fight to the end to get rid of the cold that was afflicting him.

            With a concentrated effort, Felipe began to focus on his breathing, seeking to ease the tension in his body as he prepared to face the problem head on. Every breath was a reminder of his relentless determination, a silent promise that he would not be defeated so easily.As the cold persisted, Felipe felt increasingly desperate and helpless. He struggled in vain, pushing and trying to alleviate the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work. His face was contorted into an expression of anguish and frustration.

- Let's go! — He murmured to himself, his voice full of determination as he pushed. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his goal of getting rid of the constipation. However, as he tried, a feeling of growing frustration enveloped him. Every effort seemed to be in vain, and he began to realize that the constipation was more stubborn than he imagined. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, Felipe continued to fight, even though he knew that his chances of success were getting smaller and smaller. He felt trapped in an endless cycle of discomfort and despair, not knowing how to escape.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed. His face was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, his hands shaking as he fought the constipation that trapped him in his discomfort.

- This is not working! — She admitted it. Her voice reflected her growing frustration. He felt defeated, his hopes for relief fading before the relentless reality of his condition. With a sigh of dismay, Felipe stepped back for a moment, his mind spinning with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely helpless in the face of the challenge ahead, not knowing how to deal with the constipation that was tormenting him. - What do I do now? — His voice carried despair. He felt lost, knowing that no one could help him out of this situation, because, at that moment, he was on his own.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

— I can't stay here forever! — He muttered under his breath, his voice choked with distress. Increasingly despondent, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. When trying to force relief, Felipe let out small moans of agony.

— This is so embarrassing! What torture!

He looked around the bathroom, feeling enclosed by the walls that surrounded him. The feeling of helplessness consumed him as he was faced with the terrifying possibility that his condition would never improve. Every breath was a painful reminder of his desperate situation, Felipe struggled to find a way out of the maze of anguish that surrounded him. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome his constipation, but the fear of the unknown paralyzed him. Droplets of sweat began to run down his forehead, mixing with the tears of anguish that threatened to form in his eyes. He held on to the iron bar in front of the toilet, his only anchor amid the overwhelming discomfort.

— I'm going to die here! — He murmured, feeling completely helpless. Every time he tried to relieve himself, the constipation only seemed to get worse, turning into an unbearable torment that seemed to have no end.He felt like he was sinking into an abyss of despair, with nothing but his own agony to accompany him.

As time passed, Felipe's constipation only worsened, turning into a real torment. Each attempt to relieve himself only seemed to intensify the discomfort, leaving him increasingly distressed and desperate. Felipe was in agony, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as the discomfort intensified. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain the moans of pain that threatened to escape his lips.

- This can not be happening!

He held on even tighter to the iron bar in front of the Japanese toilet, his fingers white from squeezing. Every muscle in his body was tense, fighting the overwhelming discomfort that was consuming him from within.

— Please... stop... this! — He begged in a hoarse whisper, his words echoing in the suffocating silence of the cabin. But his prayers seemed to go unanswered, and the constipation persisted, leaving him at the mercy of his own agony.

            Felipe's anguish was palpable, his breathing becoming irregular and interrupted by muffled groans of pain. He writhed in the bathroom stall, trying to relieve himself of the discomfort, but it all seemed in vain.

— This is unbearable! — He exclaimed, his voice full of agony and frustration. - What's happening to me?

Despite the storm of discomfort that enveloped him, Felipe gathered his last reserves of strength and determination. He refused to give in completely to despair, even as every fiber of his being begged for relief. With superhuman effort, he tried to concentrate, tried to find a way to endure the excruciating pain that consumed him. Every breath was a challenge, every movement a battle against the agony that threatened to consume him completely.

- I can not give up! — He muttered to himself, his voice wavering but determined. — I have to continue... I have to find a way to overcome this...

As time passed, Felipe's cold intensified, turning into a searing pain that engulfed him completely. Every moment was an unbearable agony, and he found himself immersed in a sea of ​​suffering that seemed to have no end. Every movement was a stab of pain, every breath a muffled groan of anguish. Felipe writhed in the bathroom stall, his hands gripping the iron bar so hard that his fingers began to go numb.

- There! — He groaned, his voice choked by the intense pain that consumed him. Each movement was like a stab to his body, and he writhed in agony as the pain intensified with each passing second. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape. — That hurts so much! — He complained, expressing a mixture of pain and despair. Every breath was a challenge, and he struggled to find some relief from the torment that wracked him. — What unbearable pain! — He pleaded in a distressing whisper, his prayers lost in the emptiness of the silent bathroom. — I just wanted a peaceful day, and look where I ended up!

Felipe's cold was getting worse and the pain intensified. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment was beginning to settle in him. Every moment was a battle against the shame that enveloped him, and he felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable in the face of the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I swear I will sue my own body for cruelty. This is a violation of human rights!

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe desperately tried to use his hands to spread his buttocks, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. However, his efforts were in vain, as the constipation persisted, making every movement an unbearable agony. Every attempt to move his hands was like hitting a brick wall, and Felipe felt like he was fighting an invisible and relentless enemy.

With his hands still pressed against his buttocks, Felipe felt defeated, his hope slipping through his fingers. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome this ordeal, but for now, all he could do was continue fighting the pain that consumed him. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe gave up using his hands, realizing that his efforts were in vain.

— I don't belong here. — The feeling of being in a strange environment, in an unfamiliar position, only intensified his anguish. He felt like a stranger in his own body, lost in a sea of ​​discomfort and embarrassment.

As the constipation persisted and the pain intensified, a growing sense of shame began to infiltrate his being. Every moment was a fight against exposing his vulnerability, and he felt increasingly embarrassed by the situation he found himself in. He lowered his head, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

— This is so shameful! — With his voice choked by the weight of the embarrassment that enveloped him, he felt exposed and vulnerable, as if everyone around him could see his anguish. — I shouldn't be going through this.

As he squatted on the strange Japanese toilet, Felipe's cold seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every movement was a fight against the growing pain and overwhelming discomfort, making him even more embarrassed by the situation and every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, making him even more uncomfortable in his awkward position.

Felipe clutched at the fabric of his gym shorts, a desperate attempt to find some form of comfort amidst the torment that was wracking him. However, even the familiar touch of the fabric couldn't ease the agony that consumed him, leaving him even more ashamed of his inability to deal with the situation.

            Determined not to be defeated by the constipation that afflicted him, Felipe prepared to continue fighting, determined to find a solution to his affliction, no matter how difficult the path before him.

As the situation dragged on, Felipe began to feel increasing discomfort due to the unusual position in which he found himself. Every moment that passed seemed to intensify this sensation, leaving him even more disturbed by the situation he found himself in.

— This is getting more and more uncomfortable. — He mumbled to himself, his wavering voice reflecting his growing agony. He felt out of place, like he was violating some unwritten rule by using the toilet while squatting.

Every movement was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, and he struggled to find some comfort amid the discomfort that wracked him. "I shouldn't be going through this...", he thought, his mind clouded by self-criticism and growing anguish. As he tried to focus on relieving the pain that was plaguing him, Felipe found himself increasingly disturbed by the sensation of being in this strange position. The agony was overwhelming, enveloping him in a whirlpool of uncertainty and discomfort. Felipe found himself consumed by an overwhelming feeling of self-criticism and self-contempt. "I can't believe this is happening to me...", his mind clouded with anguish and growing discomfort.

As he tried to find some solace amid the chaos of emotions that overwhelmed him, Felipe could barely contain the tears of despair that threatened to overflow. Persistent constipation only increased the severity of the situation, enveloping him in a spiral of unbearable pain and discomfort. Every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, leaving him even more helpless in the face of the agony that consumed him. And then, a strange sensation began to spread through Felipe's right leg. An uncomfortable, frightening numbness that made him shiver with apprehension.

            - I don't believe!

            Each new spasm of pain was like a bolt of lightning, and Felipe felt as if he were being electrocuted from the inside.

            The numbness only increased his feeling of helplessness, leaving him even more distressed about the situation he found himself in. Increasingly weak and exhausted, Felipe struggled to find a way to alleviate his discomfort, but the relentless pain continued to torment him mercilessly.

            Amid growing despair, Felipe fought the urge to ask for help. He felt too ashamed to allow anyone to witness his distress, and the thought of revealing his situation to others only increased his sense of isolation and helplessness. "No, I can't... I can't let anyone know." However, the question soon came to mind: how could someone help you? His torturer was his own body. He would have to face the situation alone. Remembering that fact was like a painful reminder of his loneliness. As a result, Felipe began to fear that his strength was not enough to overcome the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I can't go on like this! — He whispered, distressingly, making his words sound like an echo of the despair that dominated him inside. The feeling of being trapped in a battle he couldn't win was overwhelming, leaving him feeling completely defeated and helpless. — I don't know what to do anymore! — He whined. This time with words full of resignation and sadness.

With a heavy heart and eyes full of tears, Felipe knew he needed to find a solution, but for now, all he could do was accept his vulnerability and wait for an opportunity to get out of this complicated situation. With his leg tingling more and more and his cold insisting on not improving, Felipe found himself literally trapped there, squatting, as if he were in a trap. Every minute felt like an eternity, and the growing discomfort only intensified his embarrassment. Every moment was an ordeal, and Felipe felt as if he was being turned into a statue of pain and embarrassment, unable to move or escape the situation he found himself in.

— I just want to disappear from here!

Every second that passed was torture, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a suffocating fog. Looking around the bathroom stall, his eyes desperately searched for a way out, but all they found was a reflection of his own discomfort. He felt like he was entangled in an invisible web, unable to free himself.

— How did I end up in this situation?

Every time he tried to move, a new flash of pain shot through his tingling leg, reminding him of his desperate condition. It was as if he was trapped in his own body, unable to escape the torment that wracked him.With a mournful sigh, he braced himself to face the discomfort and pain that was yet to come, determined to find a solution to his constipation, even if it meant facing the toughest battle of his life.

As the feeling of despair intensified, Felipe desperately tried to find a solution to his distress. Every effort was in vain, and the anguish that dominated him grew with each passing second. With a sigh of frustration, he came up with the idea of ​​using toilet paper to help his situation. However, when searching for indispensable help, a shock of disbelief hit him hard. His heart sank when he realized the toilet paper holder was completely empty.

- What? Oh no! No, no, it can't be! — The desperation grew as he frantically searched the cabin for any trace of toilet paper, but there was nothing. — No, no, no! Please don't do this to me, no! —He whimpered desperately as he searched every corner of the cabin for any sign of that essential item for that occasion, but his efforts were in vain. His eyes searched frantically, his rapid breathing echoing in the small confined space of the cabin.

— There's nothing! Anything! What am I gonna do now, man?

            The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, and he felt as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare. Panic bubbled inside him as he struggled to process the terrifying reality of being without toilet paper in such a desperate situation.“I can’t stay like this!”. The feeling of despair intensified with each passing second, leaving him not knowing where to turn for help. Every second was torture, and Felipe felt powerless in the face of the cruel irony of fate.

            As Felipe's despair reached unbearable levels, the situation seemed to take an even darker turn. A feeling of growing agony enveloped him, suffocating him with its overwhelming intensity. Every moment was torture, and the feeling of impotence consumed him relentlessly. Every part of his body seemed to protest the effort to keep going, but he refused to give up. With a last effort of will, he gathered his last strength and continued to fight the pain and exhaustion that threatened to consume him. It was then that a startling revelation crept into his consciousness: the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering. A mixture of disbelief and understanding flooded his mind as he processed this unexpected discovery.

            — That's it... That's why it's so difficult! — He muttered to himself, his voice echoing with a mix of surprise and frustration. Every moment was a battle against the magnitude of his own excrement, leaving him feeling as if he were fighting a formidable opponent. — Man, what a shame!This can't be happening to me! — As the realization materialized in his mind, a wave of despair flooded Felipe. The initial shock was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of the magnitude of the problem he faced. The revelation that the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering was almost too much to bear.

— It's too big... I don't know what to do! — his words barely audible above the sound of his own panting. — I don't... I can't take it anymore!

Holding on to the bathroom bar with a trembling hand, Felipe felt vulnerable and lost in the midst of the storm that consumed him. With renewed effort, Felipe tried to open his buttocks once more in the hope of finding relief from his constipation, but his strength seemed to desert him at the crucial moment. Each attempt was like hitting a wall of despair, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a dense fog.

With the discomfort of the position increasingly unbearable, Felipe began to punch his own knees, a desperate attempt to alleviate the affliction that consumed him. Each punch was an expression of his growing frustration, a physical manifestation of the torment that was plaguing him. It was like a silent scream of pain, a desperate attempt to dispel the discomfort that seemed to grow by the moment.

As the agony persisted, a feeling of embarrassment began to creep into Felipe's mind. He imagined that Kaito and Akimiro were finding his delay strange, and this only increased his feeling of discomfort. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity, and worrying about what his friends might be thinking made him even more embarrassed.

—Are they waiting for me outside? — Felipe asked himself in a low voice, his voice shaking with the anxiety that consumed him. He imagined the curious looks and unspoken questions that might be hovering around his friends as they waited for him. The thought of being the center of attention, even if only through the absence of it, was almost unbearable. He wondered what Kaito and Akimiro were saying to each other, whether they were worried about him or simply irritated by his delay.

The feeling of being the focus of attention, even if it was negative, made him even more uncomfortable, and he wondered how he could face his friends after spending so much time in the bathroom. The shame grew with each passing moment, leaving him feeling even more isolated in his lonely struggle.

— I can't give up now. — Every moment was a testament to her resilience, a demonstration of her inner strength in the face of challenging circumstances. — You can do it, Felipe!

With one last sigh of determination, Felipe tried again to free the muscles in his back cavity from their torturer, until his heart started racing when two boys from Physical Education class entered the bathroom. Their voices echoing in the empty space. A chill ran down his spine as he huddled in the cabin, desperate not to be discovered.

— No, no, no! Please, it can't be! — He whispered desperately to himself. His muscles were tense like violin strings, his mind a haze of panic as he waited for the inevitable moment when he would be discovered. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of embarrassment, his skin burning with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a humiliating situation. — I... I can't let them see me like this!

Felipe held his breath, trying to make as little noise as possible while the boys talked animatedly. Every word exchanged between them increased the tension that built up inside him, making him even more nervous. His desperation reached a new level, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as the pain and discomfort intensified. As the boys continued to chat nonchalantly outside, he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

— Please go away! — He whispered to himself, hoping the two boys would disappear. - Please please.

However, the boys seemed to be in no rush to leave, prolonging Felipe's agony even further. He could feel time dragging by as anxiety consumed him, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable in his cabin. Each second dragged on agonizingly as the constipation seemed to turn into a losing battle, each muscle contraction a new wave of torment for his already exhausted body.

— Oh heavens, please! — Their panicked whispers and pleas were inaudible, especially above the rumblings of the boys' conversation. - This can not be happening! It cannot!

Every second that passed without the boys leaving was an eternity for Felipe, who desperately yearned for a moment of peace and privacy. He silently prayed that the boys would finally leave, freeing him from the prison of his cabin. But, to his dismay, the boys remained there, prolonging his agony and increasing his despair. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Felipe knew he would have to wait patiently until the right opportunity presented itself for him to leave without being noticed.

            As the boys continued their conversationexcitedly, oblivious to his distress, Felipe remained motionless, keeping as quiet as possible in the hope of not attracting their attention. He held his breath, his muscles tense as he waited anxiously for the boys to finally leave.

The minutes dragged by slowly and, outside, the boys' voices continued to resonate in the bathroom, filling the space with an atmosphere of tension that was almost palpable. Every laugh, every word exchanged between the boys was a constant reminder of the unwanted presence that kept Felipe trapped in his cabin. His stomach churned with a mixture of physical pain and emotional anguish as he struggled with the avalanche of overwhelming sensations that assaulted him. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his skin tingling with the feeling of being on the verge of a complete collapse.

— Please, please... I can't take it anymore! I just need this to end... Please! — The boys, immersed in their lively conversation, showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. For Felipe, the content of his words was irrelevant; all he wanted was to free himself from the distressing situation he found himself in. - Please please! — He repeated silently, his hands shaking slightly as he clung to the hope that the boys would finally decide to leave.

Felipe's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the sound of the cabin door moving. His eyes widened in panic when one of the boys leaned against the door, as if he was about to enter.

- Please! Please! No, no, no! — He groaned in a whisper of despair, as he shrank further into the cabin.

The boy's presence so close to him increased his feeling of claustrophobia, as if the walls were closing in around him. Every beat of Felipe's heart was a deafening drum in his ears as he awaited the inevitable moment of discovery.

— Please, please go away!

His stomach was churning with anxiety, his hands shaking as he fought to remain calm in the face of the imminent threat of discovery. Every second that passed seemed like an eternity. The boy outside was still leaning against the door, as if he was pondering something. OFelipe's discomfort increased with every second. The constipation persisted, and he felt increasingly distressed at the impossibility of solving his problem right then and there. He felt like he was on the edge of an abyss, about to fall into a bottomless pit of humiliation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with a muffled sigh of relief, Felipe heard the boys finally leaving the bathroom. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the bathroom, bringing a brief moment of calm amidst the agony he was experiencing.

- Thank you thank you! — He murmured to himself, his voice choked with relief and gratitude.

Now alone again, Felipe felt a mix of emotions: relief at being free from the presence of the other boys, but also an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of his situation. His constipation persisted, and he knew he needed to find a way to deal with it before he could get out of that cold, uncomfortable place.

With renewed determination, Felipe took a deep breath and tried to focus again on his solitary fight. As time passed, Felipe's feeling of shame only increased. He felt helpless and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and tears began to stream down his cheeks, silent witnesses of his anguish. Each tear that fell was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a manifestation of all the frustration and despair he was facing at that moment. He felt alone and helpless, unable to control the circumstances that had led him here.

While adjusting his gray shorts, a distressing thought crossed Felipe's mind: physical education class should have started a long time ago. Kaito and Akimiro are probably surprised by your delay and must be worried. Shame came over him as he realized that everyone was in physical education, living their normal lives, while he was stuck in a bathroom, fighting an impossible cold. A feeling of vulnerability and helplessness came over him. He felt isolated and powerless, unable to participate in activities like other students. The idea of ​​being the center of attention, even for such an embarrassing reason, made him even more distressed.

— They must be worried... I should be there with them, but...

The feeling of being trapped in such an embarrassing situation was overwhelming. Felipe wondered if he would be able to get out of there in time to avoid any more unwanted questions. But for now, he was alone, fighting a lonely battle against his own condition.

The pain was getting worse and Felipe already felt exhausted from trying so hard in vain. He refused to believe he would lose the battle over his own poop. He tried in vain to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape his lips, but it was a losing battle against the growing intensity of his distress. Each passing moment seemed to prolong his suffering even further, each breath a struggle to find a brief moment of relief. He fervently wished he could escape the prison of his own pain, but he was trapped in an endless cycle of agony and despair.

 — This... this hurts so much! I can not take it anymore!

Amidst that scenario of pain, anguish and embarrassment, Felipe begins to have a crisis of a lost foreigner. A Brazilian teenager trapped in the bathroom of a completely unknown school and no one even spoke his language due to his cold, in an uncomfortable position, with no one to ask for help, as his tormentor was a huge turd in collusion with his own body, trapping him there uncomfortably while normal life continued outside. It was just him for himself there in that situation. Then Felipe realizes that a Brazilian teenager lost in Japan is much more difficult than it seems, especially in this situation.

As tears continued to stream down his face, Felipe found himself enveloped by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He cowered inside the small bathroom stall, feeling ashamed and powerless over the situation he found himself in. Each sob that escaped his lips was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a palpable manifestation of all the frustration and despair that consumed him at that moment.

- What the hell! In Brazil I would never go through something similar! Did I really have to go through this hell so far? — He mumbled with his voice choked with crying. Every word was carried with the weight of his indignation and disbelief at the cruel irony of fate that had placed him in that humiliating situation. - I don't believe! I can't believe I'm losing a battle to my own poop, man! This is humiliating! It's ridiculous, just ridiculous!

While suffering from constipation, Felipe found solace in his memories of Brazil. He remembered the sunny days in his hometown, the laughter shared with his friends, and the comforting feeling of being home. It was as if memories of the past enveloped him in a warm embrace, offering him a temporary refuge from the harsh reality he found himself in. Each memory was like a soft light amidst the darkness of his current situation, a comforting reminder that despite all the challenges he faced, there was still a place where he truly belonged. He found himself reliving precious moments from the past, as if he were watching a movie in his mind, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the difficulties that surrounded him.

— If only I could be there now! If only I could feel the familiar comfort of being at home, instead of this loneliness and discomfort...

Despite the physical distance that separated him from his homeland, Felipe knew that his homeland would always be in his heart, a place where he came from and where he could always return. It was this certainty that helped him endure the difficulties of being away from home, even in the most difficult times like the one he found himself in now.

However, while delving into his memories of Brazil, a sudden cramp caused Felipe to be abruptly pulled out of his patriotic reverie. A sharp pain ripped through his left leg, sending waves of discomfort through his entire body. He squirmed involuntarily, trying to ease the intensity of the pain, but only managed to increase his distress as he found himself trapped in an even more uncomfortable position.

- There! There! There! What is happening? Why does everything hurt so much?

Each movement seemed to increase the intensity of the pain, and Felipe felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness as he struggled to find a way to ease his suffering. The cramp seemed to intensify the already unbearable pain of his constipation, and he found himself at the mercy of two sources of torment that merged into a single, agonizing experience.

— Cramp? Oh no! Cramp, no! Please do not! This can not be happening! Why is everything getting worse?

Every breath was a struggle, every movement torture, and Felipe felt consumed by the feeling of helplessness in the face of the overwhelming pain that enveloped him. He wondered how it would be possible to endure another moment of that agony, how it would be possible to find a way out of the downward spiral in which he found himself. Every second that passed was an eternity, and Felipe felt himself being dragged into an abyss of despair as he struggled to bear the pain that consumed him. He felt like a castaway on a sea of ​​torment, adrift in a relentless storm that threatened to swallow him whole.

- Oh dear! Please make this end soon, please!

But his prayers fell on deaf ears, and Felipe found himself alone in his agony, with no hope of finding relief in the midst of the storm that surrounded him. He knew he was facing the toughest challenge of his life, and only time would tell if he would be able to survive it. With his left leg firmly held in a desperate attempt to ease the searing pain of the persistent cramp, Felipe felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness come over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be protesting in agony as he struggled to find some relief from the torment that consumed him.

- I think I'm going to die! — He whimpered, his words drowned out by the convulsive sob that shook his entire body. — This will be the end of me!

Tears welled up in his eyes again, a torrent of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt ashamed for losing a battle to something as trivial as constipation, and this shame only increased his distress as he struggled to find some solace amid the chaos that surrounded him. Constipation was more than a mere physical discomfort for Felipe; it was a cunning enemy that left him vulnerable and powerless. His own body, which should have been his ally, was now ruthlessly turning against him, causing pain and embarrassment.

            — Why is my own body doing this to me? I... I should be in control, but it feels like I'm at the mercyfrom him!

            The feeling of impotence was overwhelming, leaving Felipe with a feeling of helplessness in the face of his condition. As he struggled to find a solution to his discomfort, he wondered if he would be able to overcome this internal enemy and regain control over his own body., which was supposed to be his temple, but now turned into his own prison, denying him the freedom and comfort he craved.

            He looked around, as if waiting for someone to appear to confirm that it was all a terrible mistake. But there was no one there but himself, and the cruel reality of his situation hit him with overwhelming force. The shame that enveloped him was overwhelming, a dark cloud that suffocated him and left him breathless. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if all his deepest secrets had been revealed for the world to see. He continued his lonely fight against constipation, his resolve being tested at every turn by his body's relentless persistence.

Every movement was a choreography of discomfort, his muscles tense and his features contorted in agony. Every attempt at relief was like slamming into a wall of pain and humiliation, leaving him even more desperate for a moment to breathe. The cramp persisted, causing Felipe to writhe in pain as tears ran down his face. Every breath was an ordeal, every movement an unbearable agony.

- I wanna go home! — He cried through sobs, his voice choked with suffering. — Please, get me out of here... I can't take it anymore! — The pain intensified with each moment, like sharp claws tearing through his tense muscles. — I just want my house!

As the pain consumed him, he began to have vivid memories of his teenage life in Brazil. Memories of the house where he grew up, the laughs with friends, the warm hugs from his family... Everything seemed so distant now, as he faced this lonely ordeal in a bathroom that was completely foreign to him. Felipe's tears ran down his face, mixing with the expression of pain and despair that consumed him. As the cold persisted and the pain in his legs intensified, he felt increasingly vulnerable and helpless. His memories of life in Brazil now seemed like a distant dream, a source of comfort lost in the midst of suffering.

Suddenly, the memory of the old boys who bullied him echoed in Felipe's mind, bringing up feelings of indignation and sadness. He imagined their mocking voices, their cruel laughter echoing in his head, as he fought the constipation that left him in agony.

— If they knew... if they knew what I'm going through right now, they would love it! — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of bitterness and resignation. — They would laugh at me, mock my pain... like they always did.

The image of the boys mocking him, pointing fingers and making nasty comments, was like a cruel blow to his already suffering heart. He felt small and powerless, as if he was reliving all the moments of humiliation and pain he had experienced in the past.

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the relentless resistance of his own body.

— Why doesn't anything work? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Each failed attempt only increased his agony, leaving him more discouraged and exhausted. He felt like he was trapped in an endless cycle of pain and discomfort, unable to find a way out. YourHis breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and rapid rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt. His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain, and he felt as if he was fighting a losing battle. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged.

            Felipe looks down, between his legs, feeling embarrassed and incredulous at the embarrassing situation he finds himself in. His eyes fix on the Japanese toilet, where the obstacle seems bigger than ever, challenging him in ways he never imagined. He shakes his head in denial, as if he hopes it's all just a passing nightmare. Every time he looks down, the sight of the towering challenge before him only heightens his sense of discomfort and inadequacy. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the feeling of shame that consumes him, but the image persists, haunting him with its unwanted presence.

Felipe, even with part of his torturer having a petrified part outside his completely painful anus, tried to get up, but his efforts were in vain, barely managing to lift himself a few centimeters. The constipation gave no respite, and the pain persists relentlessly.He lowered his head and rested his face on his crossed arms, resting on his knees.

— I can't even get up! I'm stuck here! It's like everything is conspiring against me!

After a few seconds immersed in his arms, breathing heavily, Felipe holds on tightly to the iron support, seeking some kind of stability in the midst of his distress. He decides to count to three, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge before him. With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters softly, feeling the tension build inside him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next. With his muscles tense and his mind focused, Felipe searches for a solution to his distressing situation. Every moment feels like an eternity as he fights.

With a glimmer of hope emerging amid the despair, Felipe watches expectantly as he feels the poop move slightly. His eyes fixate on the area between your legs, eager for any sign of progress. Every small movement is met with a mixture of relief and apprehension as he anxiously awaits a favorable outcome.

- What? I don't believe! Could it be... could it be a sign that I'll finally be able to get rid of this suffocation?

Felipe feels a twinge of hope when he notices a slight movement in his stomach. Eyes wide, he focuses on the sensation, hoping it's a sign of relief. Carefully, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on relaxing, hoping that will make the process easier. Cautiously, he begins to apply light abdominal pressure, his muscles tense with anxiety. His eyes are fixed on the toilet bowl, waiting for the crucial moment when the cold finally subsides. Time seems to drag by as he waits, his heart beating fast with anticipation. Every second is an eternity, and Felipe can barely contain the growing wave of hope that threatens to overflow.

— Please, let this torment be over!

With his breath hitched by tension, Felipe prepares for another attempt at relief. Hopeful, he grabs the iron support in front of him and counts to three:

- One two three....

He strains, pressing the muscles in his anus to push his tormentor out of his body. Yet everything remains still and silent. A feeling of frustration begins to settle in his chest, but he refuses to give up.

— Come on, you can do it, Felipe. Once again... — He closes his eyes for a moment, gathering all his determination. Then, with a determined sigh, he focuses and counts again. - One two three!

Each number is pronounced with determination, as if they were the last words of a magic spell. Felipe waits, his heart pounding in his chest, eager for any sign of progress. However, the silence persists. No movement, no sign of relief. Felipe feels defeated, as if his own strength is running out along with his hope.

- Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

            His voice comes out in a tired whisper, filled with discouragement. He puts his face back between his arms resting on his knees, feeling completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body feels like it weighs a ton, and the constipation continues to taunt him, relentless. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the cruel resistance of his own body.

— I'm going to stay here forever, man!

Felipe's breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and accelerated rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt.

His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain. Felipe reached a point where not even the tears wanted to come out of his eyes. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him, his eyelids becoming heavy and his muscles feeling weak and tired.

Still, he refused to give up. With stubborn determination, he continued to breathe deeply. Carefully, Felipe once again gave small punches to his own knee, in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling sensation that took over his numb leg. Each beat is a whisper of pain, but he persists, hoping it will bring some relief.

— Come on, leg. Hang in there, I need you in shape, don't let me down now!

Soon after, in a gesture of silent resistance, Felipe clings to the support like a shipwrecked man clinging to a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea, and decided to count to three again, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge that lies before him. . With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters with difficulty, feeling the tension build within him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next.

With a deep sigh, Felipe gathers all his courage and decides to act. With the count completed, he prepares to face the situation with determination. Every beat of your heart echoes in your ears, echoing your determination to overcome this obstacle. With one last burst of energy, he focuses on finding a solution to his difficult jam. But, to his surprise, instead of feeling the much-desired movement of his poop, he experiences a totally different sensation. His body jerks involuntarily, and he is stunned when he realizes what is happening.

- What? No! This can't be... I can't believe it! — His weak and tired voice now expelled disbelief and shame.The feeling of ecstasy enveloped him, leaving him completely stunned and speechless, as that strange and embarrassing sensation spread throughout his body: he had an orgasm.

— I can't believe this is happening to me! — The words filled with despair and humiliation echoed through the cabin. He was completely unprepared to deal with this unexpected turn of events. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the sensation, though reluctant to admit to himself what had just happened.

The shame that accompanied him was overwhelming, a powerful wave that threatened to consume him entirely. Felipe flinched, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape this embarrassing situation. He starts to rub his hand over his goosebumps, trying to recover from the shock as he struggles to deal with the avalanche of emotions that invaded him.

- Oh no! What was this?

His mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. He felt exposed and vulnerable, desperately wishing it was all just a terrible mistake.Felipe stood there, paralyzed, as he tried to process what had just happened, feeling as if he were trapped in a surreal nightmare, an absurd twist that defied all logic and reason, causing tears to once again well up in his eyes. .

Faced with that test, that infernal suffocation, that emotional labyrinth, doubts began to emerge in Felipe's completely stunned mind, echoing whispers from an invisible ghost. He wonders if this ordeal is a kind of punishment for his past failures, if he somehow deserves this torment that consumes him so cruelly. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, obscuring your vision and clouding your thoughts.

— Am I a good person? — He asks himself amidst the turmoil of emotions that plagues him. Every doubt is like a sharp arrow stuck in your heart, a test of fire for your faith and your confidence in yourself. The words escape his trembling lips, filled with a mixture of fear and self-reflection. — Is this my punishment for my sins? Am I being punished for something I did in the past? — Each syllable, although uttered almost inaudible, seems to echo in the silent environment of the cabin, as he struggles to understand what is happening to himself.

Tears run down Felipe's face, leaving bright trails on his cheeks, as he closes his eyes in search of answers. Each sob is a sigh of agony, an expression of your inner torment.

— Is this my punishment for my sins? — He asked himself, shaking with the weight of the words. He clings to memories of his youth in Brazil, reliving each moment with an almost painful intensity. Every laugh, every tear, every choice made or not made, everything is examined for a sign, a clue that could explain your current ordeal. But as the memories unfold before his closed eyes, he finds nothing more than an ordinary boy, with dreams, fears and hopes like any other. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, mixing with the physical discomfort that consumes you, forming a veil of anguish around you.

— Please forgive me, whatever I did! — Felipe sobs, his words muffled by the convulsive crying that shakes his entire body. — I don't remember doing anything bad, but if I did something to deserve this, I apologize. Please end this punishment, I can't take it anymore. — The words come out in a trembling thread, each syllable filled with anguish and despair, echoing in the suffocating silence of that place. The sobs mix with the tears that stream down his face, and the feeling of helplessness consumes him as he struggles between physical pain and overwhelming guilt. — I can't take it anymore, please. If I did something wrong, please forgive me. I don't want to feel this pain anymore, I don't want to go through this anymore. I want to get out of here. I wanna go home. Please help me.

Each word comes out muffled by sobs, his hoarse and desperate voice echoing in the small space of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of his own suffering. The tears continue to flow, a torrent of anguish and regret that seems to have no end.

— If I can get out of here, I promise to be a better person! — Felipe murmurs between sobs, expelling fervor and despair. — I promise to be more attentive, more kind. I promise to value every moment more, every person who crosses my path. I promise to never complain about the little things again, never to lose my temper so easily again. I promise to be grateful for each day, for each breath. Please let me out of here, and I swear I will do my best to earn that second chance.

Their promises echo in the suffocating silence of the bathroom, filling the air with a mixture of hope and despair.

- I swear! If I have done anything to deserve this, I ask for forgiveness with all my heart. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. Please help me out of this situation. I can't take it anymore, I can't stand this pain and this shame. I just want to go back home, to my normal life. I promise to be better, I promise to never complain about simple things again, I promise to value every moment. Just let me out of here, please! I beg! I beg!

Felipe clings to his legs, covered in gray socks, and closes his eyes, filled with tears.

— Why is this happening to me? Have I done something so terrible that I deserve to be punished like this? — He remembers his life in Brazil, a simple life, marked by moments of joy and sadness. He remembers the friends he left behind and the difficulties he faced moving to the other side of the world. — I just wanted to start over, try something new. Just that! But now I'm here, stuck in this weird bathroom, fighting terrible constipation. Is this a sign that I made the wrong choice?

Memories of his childhood and adolescence flood his mind. He thinks about the times he made mistakes, the times he unintentionally hurt someone, the opportunities he let slip away.

— I swear I will change, I will be a better person. — He promises himself, his voice choked with tears. — If I can get out of here, I will enjoy every moment, I will be grateful for every little thing in life.

Tears stream down his face as he continues to beg for forgiveness, not just for others, but for himself as well. The weight of shame and regret consumes him, but he knows he needs to find the strength to move forward.

— I have never felt so alone in my entire life. I'm feeling so fragile. So vulnerable.

Felipe sobs, sinking even deeper into his sadness. He was so tired, so dazed, so helpless, that, in a moment of carelessness and without warning,a fart escaped his ass, echoing through the bathroom in an embarrassing, deafening sound. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the space with a heavy atmosphere of awkwardness. Felipe's face burned with a mix of shame and despair, his body tense in anticipation of the silent judgment he imagined hanging over him.

He huddled in on himself, shoulders hunched in a posture of self-imposed defeat. The heat of humiliation radiated from his skin, turning his body into a cauldron of conflicting emotions. Every glance at the cabin walls was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, of his condition exposed for the world to see.

- No! No, no, no! But what a disgrace! I can't believe this happened! — The words barely escaped his lips, wrapped in a thick layer of shame and helplessness. He felt small, powerless in the face of the magnitude of his own humiliation. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of self-criticism and self-reproach.

The unbearable odor of his own fart makes Felipe even more uncomfortable. He wrinkles his nose, feeling sick at the unpleasant smell that permeates the bathroom air. His expression of embarrassment intensifies as he struggles to contain the urge to vomit that begins to emerge.

— What a horrible stench! —He mumbled, his voice muffled by disgust. He presses his hand against his mouth, trying to block out the repulsive smell, but to no avail. Each breath only seems to bring more of that nauseating odor to your nostrils. - I can not stand it! — He laments to himself, wishing he could escape the penetrating smell that seems to permeate every corner of the bathroom. His mind reels in a mixture of disgust and despair as he tries to think of a way to deal with the unbearable situation he finds himself in.

            Every sound, every echo of the farts seemed to mock him, sending him into a spiral of self-consciousness and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he fought to hold back the tears that continued to spill over. The pain of constipation increased, as if every effort he made was a sharp knife piercing his insides. Felipe clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain a scream of agony as his body protested against the torture inflicted on him.

            The pain persisted, intensifying with each moment like a relentless tide that threatened to engulf him. However, with every fiber of his being, he clung to the hope that despite the excruciating pain, he would emerge stronger on the other side. It was this belief that drove him to continue fighting, even when everything seemed lost, because he knew that, in the end, the light of hope would shine upon him, dispelling the shadows of his anguish.

Felipe felt the momentary relief of yet another fart escaping, breaking the oppressive silence of the bathroom with an embarrassing sound. For a brief moment, he allowed himself a sigh of relief, even if it was mixed with a hint of shame. However, it was what followed that caught him by surprise. While recovering from the momentary embarrassment, Felipe felt an unexpected movement in his belly. A subtle tremor, but distinctly different from before, as if something was moving within him. His eyes widened with surprise, and a twinge of hope began to grow in his chest.

Could it be that... — His voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to himself. But the mere possibility that their fight might be ending was enough to fill his heart with a tumultuous mix of emotions.

With a groan of frustration, Felipe tries again to spread his buttocks with his hands, but before he can make any progress, another fart escapes him, echoing in the bathroom in an embarrassing sound. The stench intensifies, enveloping him in a nauseating cloud that seems impossible to escape.

This can't be serious! —he mumbled, expelling despair and disbelief. He feels like he's trapped in some kind of grotesque nightmare, where every wrong move only sinks him deeper into his humiliating situation. As he tries to deal with the disgusting odor and the feeling of helplessness that surrounds him, Felipe feels his poop move again beneath him, as if it were taking on a life of its own. His eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding against his chest as he struggles to comprehend what is happening. He grips the iron bar tighter, as if he is holding on to a cliff at the edge of an abyss, desperately trying to maintain his sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds him.

With a feeling of growing desperation, Felipe realizes, embarrassed, that it is his own farts that are causing the strange movements of his poop. He feels even more embarrassed by the bizarre situation he finds himself in, unable to believe that his own passing of gas is contributing to his discomfort.

— No, no, no! Please, not that! — Increasingly aware of the suffocating smell that hangs in the air, he turns to try and escape the cloud of stench, but is confronted with the unforgiving reality of his situation. — No, I don't believe I'm going to have to submit to this! No! I refuse... Ouch! — Before he could complete his complaint, Felipe was interrupted by another loud fart, increasing the bad smell that spread throughout the cabin.

However, withWith each fart that escaped, Felipe felt a new sensation of relief course through his tense body. Every sound made was like a small victory, a step closer to the liberation he so longed for. He allowed himself a slight smile, recognizing the essential role these gases were playing in his fight against constipation.

— Those fart crap are really working! — His words, although still filled with shame, were filled with gratitude and surprise. He would never have imagined that something as simple as a fart could become his ally in this epic battle against his own body. With new determination, Felipe decided to surrender to this unlikely strategy, letting the farts escape freely whenever he felt the pressure building up inside him. Each expulsion of gas was like a small victory, a constant reminder that he was in control, even in the most adverse circumstances.

— This is surreal! How is it possible that something so unpleasant is contributing to the end of this torment? — He feels disgusted with himself, unable to understand how something as ordinary as a fart could be related to such an extraordinarily uncomfortable situation. The irony of the situation is not lost on him, and he finds himself lost in tumultuous thoughts about the absurdity of his own condition. — It's like the universe is having fun at my expense!

With his hand covering part of his face, Felipe feels a mixture of disbelief and despair as he contemplates the possibility of having to resort to farting to finally relieve himself of the discomfort of that long, dry poop.

— This is simply absurd!

Although indignant, FelipeHe continued his battle feeling grateful for having found a way to alleviate the discomfort that afflicted him. Each fart was like a small ray of hope amidst the darkness of his agony, guiding him towards the light at the end of the tunnel. With each exhale of gas, he felt his body relax a little more, tensions and fears dissolving into a haze of relief. He knew he still had a long way to go, but now, with his new ally by his side, he felt like he could face whatever challenge fate had in store for him. With each fart released, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and surprise flood his tense body. As he wiped away his tears, he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation, making a joke about his lonely battle with his own body.

— Who knew my best weapon would be... farts? — He joked to himself, his smile mixed with a touch of disbelief. It was almost as if the universe was sending him a message, a small dose of humor to ease the burden of his agony. — Who knew I'd be here, competing with myself in a race to... well, free what needs to be free.

With new enthusiasm, he continued to push, feeling the coconut moving more and more with each effort. Every movement was a testament to his unwavering determination, a constant reminder that he was stronger than any obstacle life threw at him. Despite the persistent pain and continued discomfort, Felipe found the strength to continue fighting, fueled by the hope that he would soon be free from the torment that afflicted him. Each fart released was a small step towards ultimate victory, a confirmation of his ability to overcome the most challenging odds.

As time passed and his battle intensified, he clung to the hope of a better future, a future free from the prison that confined him to the bathroom. With each fart, he moved closer and closer to that future, his spirit determined to triumph over all odds.

— Well, at least now I've found a new use for those farts! — He tried to force himself to play a game to distract himself, letting out a slight smile despite the awkward situation. He realized how surreal his condition was, as if he were participating in an improvised comedy skit on an invisible stage.

Each fart was a note in an improvised symphony, an accidental performance in an unlikely setting. The resonant sound filled the bathroom with a unique melody, a mix of humor and desperation that seemed to echo off the walls themselves.

— At least I'm making music in the bathroom!

As he contemplated this irony, a feeling of lightness settled in his heavy heart, as if for a moment he could transcend his situation and find some comfort in the absurdity of it all. It was as if, by finding humor amidst the chaos, he could find a small chink in the armor of his own anguish.

The brief pause of relief was abruptly interrupted by the return of searing pain, a relentless reminder that the battle was not yet won. Felipe felt as if his body were being torn apart by agony, every muscle tense and every nerve pulsing with agonizing intensity. With a muffled groan, he forced himself to continue, each breath accompanied by the exhausting effort of his solitary struggle. Every moment felt like an eternity, every movement an uphill battle against the relentless forces of nature.

— Get off me, you pest! — The oppressive stench of the bathroom continues to hang in the air, a constant reminder of your suffering. Every breath is torture, every second feels like an eternity as he once again faces the challenge before him. With renewed determination, but also an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, Felipe prepares for what is to come. His thoughts are cloudy, his mind clouded by pain and discomfort, but he knows he can't give up now.

            Pain reverberated through every fiber of his being, his body crying out for mercy as he refused to give in to despair. Every muscle was tense, every ounce of his strength focused on a single goal: to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation.

He pushed, harder, and even harder, as if his life depended on it. Every sigh was a wail of anguish, every bead of sweat a testament to his tireless determination. He felt like he was in a marathon, racing against time and all odds. And then, finally, he felt it. A subtle tremor, almost imperceptible at first, but soon intensifying into an overwhelming sense of relief. His body writhed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, a cacophony of conflicting sensations that left him dizzy with excitement.

With a mix of determination and embarrassment, Felipe encouraged himself, his thoughts plunged into a tumultuous mix of relief and embarrassment. Every moment was a battle, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability. But he refused to give in to despair, his resolve unwavering like a burning flame in the midst of darkness. With a Herculean effort, he continued to struggle, clinging to the cabin's support as if it were his last anchor of hope. Every movement was a test of his willpower, every groan a visceral expression of his lonely struggle.

The poops were big, so big that they almost seemed like an insurmountable mountain in front of him. But Felipe didn't back down, he didn't give up. He focused on his ultimate goal, his only thought being to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation. With each effort, he felt progress, even if it was slow and painful. Every inch gained was a victory achieved with blood, sweat and a lot of determination. And even as groans of anguish escaped his lips, he continued, his spirit unwavering in his quest for freedom.

— Go, Felipe! — He encouraged himself in the midst of all that torment. - You can!

Such self-soothing was a constant reminder of his commitment to himself, a solemn promise that he would not give up, no matter how difficult it was. And so, he persisted, his body tense with effort, his mind focused only on the end goal.

- I'm almost there. — Felipe stopped trying to breathe for a few seconds. His breathing was labored, as if he had been submerged in a pool for almost two minutes. Then, with groans, he continued: — Just a little more!

His muscles burned, his breathing labored, but he continued, each movement driven by the determination of a fighter in his last battle.As if going through labor, Felipe fought a herculean battle that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only four minutes. Every moment was a trial, every effort a demonstration of his inner strength. He fought against the pain, against the embarrassment, against all odds, determined to overcome the constipation that imprisoned him.

With a groan of pain mixed with a sigh of relief, Felipe feels the huge poop finally slide out of his anus. Every inch felt like an eternity, every moment torture as he fought to expel the intruder from within. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. The first sign of relief had arrived. He looked between his legs and saw it there, big, completely dry. A torturous creature that looked like a meteorite coming out of him. He prepared for the next one, aware that if the first one was already out, the other two would be less difficult.

— This... is... almost over! Just a little more!

Every movement is agony, every contraction of his muscles a supreme effort as he struggles to free himself from the burden that afflicts him. Tears stream down his face, a mixture of pain, relief and exhaustion. Every breath is an effort, every moment a battle against the overwhelming discomfort that consumes you from within. The second poop came out. It took about three minutes: one minute less than the previous one.

With a deep groan, he focuses on summoning his last reserves of strength, determined to overcome this last obstacle. Every breath is a burden, every movement torture, but he refuses to give up. Hope burns within him, a fragile flame that refuses to be extinguished.

— Just one more... — He mutters to himself, his words a fragile whisper in the heavy air of the bathroom. Every moment feels like an eternity, every second a relentless torture as he fights to expel the last vestige of his ordeal. His body shakes with effort, his hands shake with tension as he clings to the last thread of hope. Every muscle is tense, every nerve is on the verge of collapse, but he stands firm, determined to achieve final victory.

The last coconut approaches slowly, as if reluctant to leave Felipe's body. Every inch feels like an eternity, and Felipe feels like he's on the edge of the abyss, struggling to hold on as he faces his latest ordeal. Every part of his being is immersed in this moment, his mind and body united in a common goal - to free himself from the torment that has consumed him for so long.

            And then, with a final sigh of relief and a groan of triumph, Felipe finally manages to give birth to the last coconut. A mixture of pain and relief floods his being as he sinks into deep exhaustion, his journey finally coming to an end. But even in the moment of his release, he knows that the battle has left its mark, that the scars will remain as silent witnesses to his heroic fight against the relentless constipation. A low-pitched moan of pleasure echoes through the cabin. Felipe had finally given birth to his torturers.

            - I achieved! —he exclaims, his words filled with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and triumph. Every cell of his being is vibrating with the intensity of the experience as he surrenders to the ecstasy of the moment. Tears begin to flow down Felipe's face, a mixture of pain, gratitude and pure emotion. He can hardly believe that he has finally overcome this ordeal, and an overwhelming wave of relief washes over him as he allows himself to relax for the first time in endless hours of suffering.

            Panting and shaking, he begins to shake his white shirt to try to mitigate the heat in his body caused by the effort.while letting everything crash down on him. Every muscle is exhausted, every fiber of your being feeling the weight of what has just happened. But despite it all, there is a sense of triumph, of indescribable accomplishment, that washes over him as he finally allows himself to take a deep breath and savor the sweet victory over the cold that has consumed him for so long.

            - Thank you, thank you, thank you!

            there was a sense of gratitude that permeated his soul, a gratitude for having overcome such a difficult challenge. And while the embarrassment persisted, he knew that ultimately this experience would make him stronger, more resilient.

            - He finished! I Survived! He finished!Ahhh!

            Felipe felt a mix of emotions. The relief of overcoming the cold was undeniable, but the embarrassment of the situation he found himself in still consumed him. All the trouble scenes played in his head, tormenting him, as he tried to recover emotionally. Although this left him embarrassed, he realized that the cramp in his leg had already gone and his numb leg had also improved. Felipe was happy to notice these small signs of recovery, an indication that everything would be fine in the end. Finally, after having been squatting for so long, an extremely uncomfortable position for him, as he was not used to it and had evacuated like this for the first time, he decided to stand up. As he slowly stood up, he felt the stiffness in his muscles protest the movement after so long in the same position.

            Felipe felt intensely grateful as he stood up. He would never have imagined that something so commonplaceit had so much value. Being stuck crouching down with a colossal boulder stuck up your ass is not something people think they will experience any time soon. He looked at the three piled up turds, now physical proof of the battle he had just fought. A sense of triumph and relief enveloped him as he faced his achievements with pride.

- I won! — He muttered to himself, his words echoing in the silence of the bathroom. It was a simple statement but full of meaning, a reminder to himself that he was capable of overcoming any challenge, no matter how difficult. Each poop represented a victory over adversity, a testament to her strength and resilience in the face of circumstances. He felt a shy smile form on his lips as he reflected on the journey he had just taken. Despite all the discomfort and embarrassment, he had emerged victorious, ready to face whatever fate had in store for him next.

With his nose wrinkled due to the strong odor that fills the room, Felipe extends his foot to the flush button and activates it with a light touch. The sound of water gushing echoes through the bathroom, accompanied by the comforting sound of the flush being activated.

— Go to hell, you bastards! — Felipe grumbles, as he watches the water draining from the toilet, taking with it the remnants of the discomfort and shame he had just faced. He takes a deep breath, trying to push the distressing memories of that moment out of his mind and focus on the present, on the feeling of liberation that now surrounds him.

After reveling in the freedom he had lost for an indefinite amount of time, in Felipe's mind, a vivid film begins to unfold, depicting every moment since he entered the bathroom. He finds himself in front of the corridors lost with an uncontrollable urge to defecate. Every detail is sharp. He remembers the moment he felt the initial discomfort, the slight pressure in his stomach that soon intensified. Worry began to grow as the pain became more acute, but he tried to ignore it, attributing it to a simple temporary indisposition. Upon entering the bathroom, the urgency became unbearable, and he found himself faced with the cruel reality of an impending cold.

Each step towards the cabin makes you more aware of your vulnerability, of the feeling of being at the mercy of an invisible and implacable force. Inside the cabin, he vividly remembers the desperate struggle against constipation, the groans of pain and failed attempts to alleviate the discomfort. Every moment is torture, every movement a reminder of his helpless state. Shame wraps around you like a cloak, suffocating you with humiliating, self-deprecating memories. He finds himself trapped by his own condition, unable to escape the endless cycle of pain and embarrassment. Even now, as he slowly recovers from the ordeal, the weight of shame continues to weigh on him, reminding him of his fragility and vulnerability before the forces of nature and fate.

Every moment of his lonely struggle with constipation came flooding back like vivid flashes in his tortured mind. He found himself squatting on the cold floor, his muscles tense with exertion, his face contorted in agony as he fought the implacable enemy within himself. Each failed attempt to find relief, each sigh of frustration, was like a blow to his already wounded pride, a painful reminder of his own weakness. Embarrassment enveloped him like a dark cloak, tightening his chest and suffocating his hope. Each shameful memory hit him like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of him and making him question his own sanity. He felt small and helpless in the face of the magnitude of his humiliation, a helpless victim of his own circumstances.

In a hoarse and low voice, almost a whisper to himself, Felipe pronounced the words that echoed in his tormented mind:

— If this was a punishment, then I was punished very well! —Each syllable carried with it the weight of its own irony, a dark reflection on the ordeal he had faced. He felt as if he were being judged by his own demons, condemned to humiliation and suffering as punishment for his own sins. The echo of his words reverberated in the silence of the bathroom, a solemn declaration of his own resignation. — I swear I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I learned my lesson. — There was no remorse in his voice, just a resigned acceptance of the fate that had been imposed on him. He felt like a penitent before an invisible altar, ready to pay the price for his own mistakes and transgressions.

After reveling in his victory in that physical battle with himself, Felipe let himself be carried away by a moment of triumph. However, his joy was quickly replaced by lingering worry. He felt like he was forgetting something. That's when he realized what was going on:

— Ah, the toilet paper. Another item for my misfortune!

A feeling of discomfort began to creep into his chest, mixing with the previous euphoria. He again searched the cabin for the essential object, but his hopes were soon dashed when he realized that there was not even an empty roll or worn-out sheets on the floor. A wave of frustration hit him as he struggled to deal with the reality of his situation. Victory seemed less sweet now, overshadowed by the urgent need that confronted him.

He found himself faced with a perplexing dilemma: How would he solve this problem without the essential resource? His mind raced frantically in search of solutions, but each thought only increased his feeling of helplessness. He felt panic begin to seep through his veins as he struggled to find a way out of this increasingly desperate situation.

Desperation began to set in, and Felipe felt time passing in an agonizing way as he desperately tried to find a solution. Every second that passed was an eternity, and the feeling of urgency only increased.

As he fought his growing despair, an idea began to form in his mind. It was risky and unlikely, but it seemed to be his only hope. With a resigned sigh, he mentally prepared himself for what came next. With his shorts awkwardly pulled down around his knees and his heart in his chest, he walked out of the stall and looked around, checking to see if he was alone in the bathroom. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to act.

Felipe approached the locked cabins with a sense of urgency and anxiety. He could feel the cold sweat forming on his forehead as his mind raced a mile a minute, imagining the worst possible scenario.

— Please, let no one come in here now! — He whispered to himself, his voice shaking with the intensity of his agony. — I can't get caught like this!

Fear consumed him as he imagined the embarrassment of being caught in such a vulnerable situation, like an ostrich with its head buried, with its ass completely exposed. He felt exposed, naked in front of the world, and the idea of ​​someone seeing him like this was almost unbearable. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he finally forced himself to look under the cabins, a mixture of hope and fear mixing in his chest. Relief flooded him when he saw the way was clear, but the embarrassment persisted, weighing on his conscience like an anchor. With slow, uncertain steps, he returned to the cabin, his mind swirling with possible solutions.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Felipe returned to the cabin, his shoulders hunched under the weight of disappointment. The absence of toilet paper was just another setback in his tortuous journey into that unfamiliar bathroom. Each step felt more difficult than the last, fraught with the frustration of yet another obstacle on his path to freedom.

He felt lost, trapped in a maze of discomfort and embarrassment. Each failure pushed him deeper into the spiral of despair, leaving him sinking into an abyss of discouragement. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the cabin wall, eyes closed in a vain attempt to escape the grim reality that surrounded him. But there was no escape, only the painful reality of their desperate situation.

Wrapped in his own misery, Felipe felt as if he were sinking in a sea of ​​despair, the waves of anguish threatening to engulf him at every moment. He clung to the fragile hope that somehow he would find a way to overcome this humiliating ordeal. But for now, he was alone, fighting the relentless currents of adversity.

A heavy silence hung over the bathroom, which now seemed like a torture chamber for Felipe. Each shameful memory echoed in his mind like an ominous echo, dragging him back to the moments of pure embarrassment he experienced while battling his intestinal problems. Every image, every sensation, every anguished sigh seemed to manifest itself before his eyes, as if the past was unfolding before him in a cruel display.

Felipe's embarrassment seemed to intensify with each passing second, like a dark shadow that enveloped him, slowly suffocating him. Every thought, every memory of the last few hours, was like a sharp dagger that pierced his soul, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to his own shame. He felt as if every unseen look, every unspoken word echoing off the bathroom walls, was a silent judgment of his failure. It was as if the bathroom itself, with its cold tiles and locked stalls, was a merciless court, condemning him for his own weakness and inadequacy.

Every breath was a heavy sigh of despair, every heartbeat a painful reminder of his own helplessness. He felt like he was shrinking under the weight of his own shame, like he was sinking into an abyss of self-condemnation. And in the midst of this whirlwind of tumultuous emotions, Felipe struggled to find a spark of hope, a reason to keep fighting the tsunami of embarrassment that threatened to swallow him whole. But try as he might, the dark shadow of embarrassment seemed to wrap itself around him ever tighter, threatening to suffocate whatever shred of courage or self-esteem he had left. Felipe's thoughts were tangled in a web of doubts and uncertainties, each question echoing in his mind like a sinister echo. He found himself before an inner court, where his own conscience was the implacable judge, ready to render a cruel verdict on his own morality.

—Do I deserve this? — She questioned herself, her words echoing in the suffocating silence of the bathroom. The sound was almost deafening in its loneliness, a constant reminder of his lonely struggle against the inner demons that haunted him.

Searching his memory for answers, he could not find any evil act or egregious error that would justify such a storm. Every memory of his life in Brazil, every familiar face, every moment of happiness and sadness, revealed nothing more than an ordinary man, facing life's challenges like any other.

— What did I do to deserve this? — He asked, his words filled with anguish and uncertainty. He felt like he was trapped in an endless nightmare, struggling to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him. Apprehension grew in his chest, a suffocating anxiety that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt lost in a maze of self-questioning, where each path led to a new spiral of doubt and confusion.

With a new sense of determination, Felipe turned his attention to the most immediate problem at hand: the lack of toilet paper. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, momentarily pushing aside the worries and reflections that had consumed him until then. After all, there was still a practical challenge to be faced, and he was determined to overcome it no matter what.

His green eyes roamed every corner of the small cabin in search of a solution to his dilemma. Desperation was mixed with a hint of disbelief at the absurd situation in which she found herself. Every detail of the environment now seemed amplified, further highlighting the lack of options. The idea of ​​using one of his socks or even his underwear to clean himself seemed absurd, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. However, the thought of sacrificing a piece of clothing for this purpose was a barrier he was reluctant to cross.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he noticed the absence of a trash can in the cabin. It was then that he remembered a sad fact: in Japan, toilet paper is thrown directly into the toilet, not in the trash like in Brazil, which means there would be no need for a trash can there at all. The discovery brought a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of his situation, but it also confronted him with the inevitability of what was to come.

— Great, one more obstacle!

With a new sense of purpose, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared himself to deal with the situation in the best way possible. Even in the face of adversity, he refused to succumb to despair, choosing to face the challenge head on, with courage and determination. First, he decided to carefully check the pockets of his clothing for any resources he could use. However, his search revealed only one disheartening result: his pockets were empty, there was nothing that could help him in his task.

- What the hell! — The feeling of helplessness returned with full force, like a wave that threatened to swallow him at any moment.

With renewed determination, he turned his attention to his own shorts, looking for some alternative that could help him solve his problem. He examined every detail of the fabric, looking for any sign of hope he could find. It was then that his eyes fell on something he had previously overlooked: a small cloth tag sewn onto the inside waistband of the shorts. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Felipe gently pulled the tag away, revealing a small piece of fabric that had been carefully sewn there.

— I think... I think this could work!

Carefully, he tore off the piece of fabric from the tag, turning it into a makeshift substitute for toilet paper. It was a simple solution, but at that moment, it was all he had. With the improvised replacement in hand, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared to face the challenge ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this adversity and come out of this situation with his head held high. It was time to put your plan into action and move forward, step by step, until your problem was resolved.

With the improvisation in hand, Felipe felt an overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and shame. The idea of ​​using a torn piece of fabric as a substitute for toilet paper seemed ridiculous and embarrassing, but he had no choice but to go through with his plan. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of discomfort, as if the entire world was watching his steps and judging his actions. He felt exposed, vulnerable in the face of his own desperate situation. With shaking hands, Felipe prepared to carry out the task at hand, trying to block out the negative thoughts that threatened to dominate his mind. He forced himself to focus on the present, on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished, ignoring the imaginary eyes he felt on him.

— Go, Felipe! can you do that! — He whispered to himself, trying to encourage himself. Every movement was a challenge, every gesture a battle against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to consume him completely. With dogged determination, Felipe moved forward step by step, facing his fears and insecurities with courage and resilience. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this obstacle in his path.

And so, with determination and willpower, Felipe faced the challenge ahead, each step more difficult than the last. He refused to give up, even when all seemed lost, and found strength within himself that he didn't even know he had. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he folded the tag carefully, trying to avoid overthinking what he was about to do. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable any longer.

— I can't believe I'm doing this!

Finally, with the label properly folded, Felipe prepared to use the improvised substitute for toilet paper. He forced himself not to think about the possible consequences of his action, focusing only on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished.

— It's just one more thing to add to the list of strange moments in my life!

With a resigned sigh, he leaned forward, trying to find the best position to perform his task. Every moment was a fight against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm him, but he refused to give up.

— I will remember this for the rest of my life! — She murmured with words full of resignation.

With shaking hands, he pressed the tag against his skin, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid any further discomfort. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of uncertainty and insecurity, but he forced himself to continue. He tried hard not to think about what he was doing, focusing only on the arduous task of cleaning himself up as best he could under the circumstances. Every touch of his skin tag was a painful reminder of his bad luck and the embarrassment he was facing. However, he knows he has no other option than to move on and try to resolve the situation the best way he can.

Finally, when everything was said and done, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. He looked at the now dirty tag on his hands, a vivid reminder of his lonely struggle with constipation. Felipe's face contorts into an expression of disgust as he looks at her, remembering what he just did. With a quick and decisive gesture, he throws the tag into the toilet.

— I hope I never have to do that again! — He thought to himself, wishing that this experience could be erased from his memory forever, something he himself knew was impossible. Felipe remained motionless for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation he found himself in. — I hope my friends never find out about this. They'll think I'm weird! — The feeling of embarrassment still hung over him, heavy like a dark cloud on a rainy day. He knew that this would be a difficult story to forget, a memory that would haunt him for a long time.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly straightened up, feeling the stiffness in his muscles like a physical reminder of all the agony he had been through. Every movement was a fight against pain and discomfort, but he refused to give up. With one last look at the now dirty tag on the toilet, Felipe made a decision. He would not allow that experience to define who he was or what he was capable of achieving. It was time to leave the past behind and move forward, towards a future full of possibilities and opportunities. He lifted his shorts, which rattled due to the lightness of the fabric, and pressed the flush with his foot, watching the tag slide through the water and disappear forever.

With a hesitant movement, he turned the door handle and stepped out of the cabin, washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror: the reflection of misery, shame, disgust. He shook his head as he slapped his face to bring himself back to reality and left the bathroom. The hallway was empty, the muffled sound of laughter and conversations coming from other rooms echoed throughout the room. Felipe took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face the world outside. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined not to let that experience define him. He was stronger than that, and he was determined to prove it to himself and others.

With steady steps, he walked down the hall, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew the journey ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it head on, ready to face any challenge that came his way. As he walked down the hallway, Felipe felt the weight of embarrassment still on his shoulders, as if he were carrying a backpack full of shame. Every look he received from students seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, as if he could read their every thought and emotion.

—Do they know? — He asked himself silently, his inner voice echoing with uncertainty. — Can they see through me, see what happened in the bathroom?

He tried to maintain his composure, trying to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess of emotions. The shame he felt was like a dark cloud hanging over his head, obscuring any ray of hope or confidence.

Felipe approached the court with quick steps, his heart beating a little faster than normal. He hoped his appearance didn't betray the discomfort he felt inside. As he approached, he saw Kaito and Akimiro sitting on the bench near the entrance, talking animatedly. With a forced smile on his face, Felipe approached his friends.

- Hey guys! — He greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, trying to disguise his agitation, forcing a smile. - I went back!

Kaito and Akimiro look at each other at Felipe's sudden arrival.

- Philip? Where have you been, man? — Akimiro asked, with a worried voice.

— You ran out of here without giving any explanation! Did something happen?

Felipe looked around, trying to find a convincing answer to give to his friends, but he ended up not coming. Therefore, he appealed to the most generic justification possible:

- Yes I am well. I just... I just had... I just had one problem there, but everything is fine, don't worry! — Felipe finished his answer with a forced smile.

Kaito raised an eyebrow, while Akimiro looked confused.

- Problem? What happened? — Kaito asked, his expression revealing a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to find a plausible excuse.

— Oh, nothing serious! — She replied, her voice sounding a little strangled. — I just... had to sort out some things.

Akimiro frowned, clearly suspicious.

— Are you sure you're okay, Felipe? You're paler than when you left here! Not that you aren't already natural, but at this level it's already too much. — He observed, his penetrating gaze probing Felipe for any sign of weakness.

Felipe swallowed again, struggling to maintain his composure.

— I'm fine, really. — He forced a smile, hoping his friends didn't notice the tension in his voice. Felipe quickly looked around, observing the other boys packing their things and getting ready to leave. Without understanding, he turned to his friends: — What happened? Why is everyone leaving? Was the class cancelled?

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged confused looks before Kaito replied:

— Class is over, man. It's been about fifteen minutes.

Felipe was shocked by the news, his mind racing to understand how he could have wasted so much time.

- What? Like this?

Kaito and Akimiro watched Felipe with inquisitive expressions as he approached, and as soon as he began to speak, the two friends exchanged worried looks.

- Why the surprise? It was obvious after running away without saying anything and disappearing all this time. Where were you, man? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't reveal the real reason for his prolonged absence.

— Oh, I... I was in the library. — He replied quickly, his tone somewhat hesitant.

Akimiro raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, while Kaito couldn't contain an ironic smile when Felipe mentioned the library as an excuse for his absence.

- Oh, really? Is Physical Education class now in the library? I didn't know we were changing environments so drastically,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Felipe felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his face when he realized the absurdity of his lie being highlighted so clearly by Kaito. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as he fought to maintain his facade of normalcy in the face of his friends' critical eyes. Feeling increasingly cornered by Kaito and Akimiro's persistent questions, Felipe desperately tried to rectify his initial lie about being in the library. With a flash of inspiration, he quickly suggested:

— Well, actually... I was in the library, but only because I needed to get a book before it closed. — He said, his words coming out in a rush in an attempt to justify his absence. — But then I ended up getting distracted, you know... — he added, his wavering voice reflecting his growing nervousness.

However, before he could elaborate further on his unlikely excuse, Kaito and Akimiro continued with their incisive questions, leaving Felipe even more uncomfortable and prone to embarrassing himself in his own lies. He felt a cold sweat run down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of his friends' intense scrutiny.

— So, where is that book you wanted so much to get? — Kaito asked, his gaze fixed on Felipe, as if he was trying to penetrate the layers of his lie. — Because from what I can see, you don't have any books with you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat as he frantically searched for a convincing excuse. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a constant reminder of his growing anxiety.

— Uh, the book... Well, you know, I... I ended up not finding exactly what I was looking for. — Felipe replied, his voice shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. — It's just... I was trying to find a specific book, but it looks like it was borrowed or something...

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, clearly skeptical of Felipe's story.

— And what was the title of that 'specific' book you were looking for? — Akimiro asked, his voice full of distrust. — Who knows, we can help you look.

Felipe felt cold sweat running down his forehead as he tried to think of an answer that could satisfy his friends without revealing too much.

— Oh, it was... um... 'The Lost Chronicles of Antiquity'! — He replied, his words coming out in a rush in a last-ditch effort to support his lie.

Akimiro crossed his arms, looking straight into Felipe's eyes with a serious expression.

— You had all morning to get this supposed book from the library, Felipe. — He said, with a tone of distrust evident in his voice. — Also, remember we showed you the library early in the morning? Why didn't you get the book at that time? This just doesn't make sense.

Felipe swallowed hard, feeling increasingly cornered by his friends' incessant questions. He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with a convincing excuse, but his mind felt like a mess of lies and distorted truths.

Felipe felt the weight of Akimiro's words like a silent accusation, an unrelenting pressure that made him even more uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't keep dodging his friends' questions, but the thought of admitting the truth was overwhelming.

— Well, it's just... — began Felipe, his voice wavering as he struggled to find a plausible excuse. — I, um, wanted to check out some other books first before I make up my mind. And... And I ended up getting distracted, you know how it is.

His words came out in a hurried stream, his hands sweating as he fought to keep his face calm. However, it was evident that his explanation was far from convincing.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, as if sharing a silent understanding. They knew something wasn't right, and they were determined to find out the truth.

— Interesting... — muttered Kaito, his casual tone contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. — And didn't you find it strange that, suddenly, time passed so quickly?

Akimiro nodded in agreement, his arms still crossed as he watched Felipe with a serious expression.

Felipe's heart beat wildly as he struggled to keep his story standing before the penetrating gaze of his friends. Each question was like a punch to the gut, a constant reminder of her own guilt and shame. He knew he could no longer run from the truth, but admitting his weakness was almost unbearable.

��Well, it's just…” he began, his voice wavering as he tried to articulate a plausible excuse. — I... I ended up getting distracted by... some notes I found, you know? And... and when I realized it, time had flown by.

— Ahem, notes... — muttered Kaito, an ironic smile playing on his lips. — Interesting, because I didn't see any notebooks or papers when you got here.

Felipe felt a chill run down his spine, his mind racing in search of an answer that could satisfy his friends.

— Well, it's just... — he began again, his voice sounding weaker now. — I... I left the notes in the living room closet, so as not to carry extra weight here.

Akimiro crossed his arms, an incisive gaze fixed on Felipe.

— But what about the fact that we passed through the hallway when we went to fill our water bottles and we didn't see you anywhere? — he questioned, his voice cold and calculated. — Isn't it a little strange that you were 'looking for notes' and we didn't even see you?

Felipe swallowed hard, his mind spinning in search of a way out. He knew he couldn't keep lying any longer, but the idea of ​​admitting his weakness was too scary.

— It's just... it's just that I... I had to go to the teachers' room to ask for information about the book. he stuttered, his words coming out in a hurried stream of apologies. — And... and then I was a little late, you know?

Kaito raised an eyebrow, his disbelieving look leaving no room for doubt.

— And why didn't you tell us this before? he asked, his tone skeptical. — It seems like you're making excuses as we question you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat, his mind a mess of fear and anxiety. He knew he couldn't continue this charade any longer, but the thought of confessing his weakness was almost unbearable. However, Akimiro sighed as he picked up his backpack from the floor next to the bench.

- All good. Just let us know next time. You missed the opportunity to meet the teacher.

Felipe felt a mix of relief and surprise at Akimiro's response. He hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, and the mere idea of ​​having escaped that awkward situation left him momentarily speechless. Taking a deep breath, he finally found his voice.

— Thank you, Akimiro. I will be more careful and more attentive next time.

A feeling of relief spread through his body, dispelling some of the anxiety that had consumed him moments before. He knew that even if the situation was still uncomfortable, at least he would no longer have to struggle to hide the truth from his friends.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, staining the sky with shades of orange and pink as students filed out of school. Kaito, Akimiro and Felipe were walking along the boardwalk together, when Kaito had an idea.

— Hey, guys, how about we go to karaoke after class?

Felipe looked at the ground for a moment, feeling the weight of fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day.

—Actually, I'm tired. I think I'd rather go home today. The first day of school was really hard for me, and I need to get some rest.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged worried looks, noticing the tired expression on Felipe's face.

— Are you sure everything is okay, Felipe? — Akimiro asked, with a noticeable tone of concern.

— Yes. — Felipe nodded, trying to smile to reassure his friends. - Everything is fine. I'm just a little exhausted. But don't worry about me.

- OK, if you say so. But if you need anything, just call, right?

— Of course, it was worth it. But I'll be fine. I just need to get some sleep!

— Understood. Take care, man.

Felipe thanked his friends and said goodbye, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. He wanted to join them in the fun, but his body cried out for rest. With one last wave, he continued on his way home, eager for some peace and quiet.

As he walked, Felipe felt as if each step was heavier than the last, as if the burden of his own shame was tied to his shoulders. Every time he closed his eyes, the images of the bathroom returned in rapid, relentless succession, as if it were a movie in his mind, replaying the moments of agony and discomfort. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, even as the gentle afternoon breeze caressed his face. Every time his mind turned to that humiliating situation, his stomach twisted into a tight knot of anxiety and embarrassment.

He could feel again the terrible and embarrassing moments he spent using a Japanese toilet, forcing him to adopt an uncomfortable and strange position. Every movement was a fight against gravity and against his own body, which seemed to be conspiring against him in this moment of desperate need. The absence of toilet paper was like a death sentence to his dignity, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless in the face of a battle he knew he couldn't easily win. He found himself desperately searching every corner of the cabin and his pockets for anything he could use to clean himself, but found only the cold emptiness of inevitability.

Every groan of pain and effort seemed to echo off the cramped walls of the cabin, reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of his own weakness and humiliation. Each time she writhed in agony, she felt like she was losing a little more of her dignity, one piece at a time, until there was only an unfathomable void left. And then came to mind the moment when she considered using her own clothes to clean herself, a desperate decision in a desperate moment. He could feel the shame burning in his cheeks as he remembered the moment he ripped the tag off his shorts, resigning himself to the fact that there was no other option. Every movement was torture, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability.

With his green eyes, still wet from the tears he had let escape earlier, Felipe closed himself off in his own world of reflection and challenge. letting himself sink into the darkness that now seemed to envelop him completely. A feeling of helplessness overcame him, as if he were trapped in a maze of inexplicable events. Memories of difficult moments in the bathroom flooded his mind, each image bringing with it a wave of shame and embarrassment.

— Did I deserve to go through this? — She asked herself in silence, her voice echoing only in her mind. Each step seemed to weigh more than usual, as if the weight of her doubts and uncertainties were permeating the air around her. The setting sun colored the sky with golden tones, but to Felipe, everything seemed shrouded in shadows of remorse and discomfort. — If this was a punishment... — he muttered to himself, as if his voice concretized his feelings. —So, I really learned my lesson. I can be sure I learned. Even if I don't remember doing anything bad, perhaps it's an opportunity to reflect on my past actions and seek redemption. — Every memory of the lonely struggle in the bathroom, the lack of toilet paper, the physical and emotional pain, all of it echoed in his mind like a persistent reminder of his own fragility. — Maybe this is a chance to grow, to become a better person, he continued, his voice now firmer, determination coloring his words.

In the distance, the soft sound of an urban melody filled the air, bringing with it a fleeting sense of hope.

“Yes,” he murmured finally, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon, “maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel after all.”

He quickened his pace, determined to face whatever fate had in store for him, with renewed hope that, in the end, he would find peace and redemption. With renewed determination, the young Brazilian walked down the street towards his home, aware of all the learning he gained on that turbulent afternoon. His steps, once heavy with the weight of doubt and embarrassment, now seemed lighter, driven by the hope of a new beginning. As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink, Felipe felt a new sense of purpose blossom within him. Every corner, every streetlight he passed seemed to whisper words of encouragement to him, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

As he walked down the street, he looked up at the sky still illuminated by the evening light, filled with a tranquil and serene beauty. With a last sigh of relief, he followed his destiny, knowing that when everything is lost there is always another way.

EPILOGUE

In the stillness of the night, when all the echoes of the day had dissipated, two shadows moved like ghosts through the school corridors. Like stealthy thieves of darkness, they glided through the gloom, their forms twisting sinuously, almost like serpents on the hunt. As they approached the bathroom, tension hung in the air like a storm cloud about to collapse. With precise gestures, one of the suspicious figures reached out and, with a smooth movement, turned the door handle, as if he were opening the door of a safe. Meanwhile, his companion remained alert, watching every dark corner like an attentive guard watching the gates of a castle.

A faint creak echoed through the hallway, as subtle as the whisper of wind in the leaves of the trees. The bathroom door opened with a muffled, barely audible click, as if it were whispering forbidden secrets. Without hesitation, the two invaders entered the room, their footsteps echoing across the cold floor like the echo of a drum in the silent night.

Inside the bathroom, darkness reigned supreme, wrapping everything in its shadowy cloak. But the intruders did not waver. Like fearless explorers in a dark cave, they pressed forward, determined to uncover the secrets hidden in the shadows. With a quick gesture, one of them turned on the light, banishing the darkness and revealing his true identity. Kaito and Akimiro, now without the masks that hid them, exchanged complicit glances, sharing the excitement of their secret plan. The backpacks were deposited on the floor with a faint noise, like the sound of a sigh escaping the lips of a conspirator.

Kaito and Akimiro looked at each other, sharing a knowing laugh that echoed through the bathroom like the sound of jubilant bells. Their laughter was like distant thunder on a stormy night, filling the air with contagious energy.

— Did he really think he could string us along? — Kaito laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

— Yes, it's serious. — Akimiro complemented his friend's sarcasm, shaking his head in disbelief. — As if we were going to believe he was looking for a book in the library.

— It's pathetic! — Kaito commented, his eyes shining with amusement. — Not even teachers fall for these stories anymore.

— But what about his last excuse? — Akimiro questioned, his expression curious. — Saying you were tired and wanted to go home? Does he think we're idiots?

Kaito let out a low laugh.

— He's really stupid. These are the dumbest ones. — Kaito commented, showing his true opinion about the foreigner to someone who spent the entire day introducing Akimiro to the school and being his company. Well, let's get to the point. — Kaito muttered words full of determination Machiavellianly as he slid the gloves over his hands, as if he were preparing to perform surgery.

His voice echoed softly off the bathroom walls, an ominous reminder of his relentless determination. Akimiro watched with a Machiavellian expression, his eyes shining with a mixture of anticipation and malice, as if he were watching a cruel spectacle unfold before his eyes.

With the agility of a feline, Kaito entered the cabin that Felipe had used earlier, moving with a sinister grace as he crouched in front of the Japanese vase fixed to the floor. His movements were so fluid and silent that they could be compared to that of a ghost, disappearing and reappearing without a trace. Then came the crucial moment, when his skilled hands removed a hidden camera from inside the vase. An object seemed so innocent at first glance, but now it was a sinister tool, an intrusion into Felipe's privacy. It was as if they were stealing an intimate secret, an act of violation disguised as a simple search for information.

— Another mission accomplished, my friend — proclaimed Kaito, his sinister smile revealing a touch of pride in the feat accomplished.

Akimiro couldn't contain his laughter, a harsh laugh that echoed off the bathroom walls, filled with the dark satisfaction of someone who delights in wrongdoing.

— This boy is more naive than we thought. — Kaito commented, his voice tinged with a tone of contempt.

— The century egg plan never fails. — commented Akimiro.

The irony in his words was evident, an evil disguised as a joke. For them, manipulation was an art, and Felipe was just another piece in their cruel game.

Kaito, with a roguish smile, kept the camera hidden in a box of pearls that he had taken from his backpack, observing with satisfaction the perfect concealment of the artifact.

— Jewelry deserves a worthy place, doesn’t it? — He commented, closing the box with a touch of elegance, while Akimiro nodded, amused.

- Definitely. — Akimiro agreed, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Kaito, with a mischievous look, asked mischievously:

— And you're going to give them back, right?

Akimiro, with a sarcastic smile, responded promptly while unzipping his backpack:

— Why would I return it? — When she opened the backpack, she exposed several rolls of toilet paper crowded inside. — Better leave another unsuspecting idiot with a dirty ass here.

They both shared a harmonious laugh, enjoying the irony of the situation. After Akimiro zipped up his backpack, he and Kaito put their masks back on, ready to leave the bathroom behind. In the dark and silent environment of the deserted school, Kaito and Akimiro's footsteps echoed through the corridor like the soft sound of a nighttime melody. As they approached the exit, their movements were fluid and coordinated, as if they were dancing a rehearsed choreography.

Unrest reigned in the darkness, when Kaito broke the silence with his curious question, the sound of his voice cut the air like a sharp blade, breaking the tranquility of the night:

— Do you think this one will make good money?

Akimiro responded with confident calm, his words filled with certainty and determination:

— Much more than the Mexican and the Norwegian, you can be sure.

Kaito's subtle laugh was like a sigh of relief, indicating his satisfaction with his companion's response.

Together, they disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, their footsteps echoing like a distant echo as they walked away. The silence of the night enveloped the school once again, like a dark cloak, covering up the secrets that lay within its empty walls, especially the stalls in the institution's men's bathroom.

[melodymorningdew]

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ mentions of bowel movements.

✨🎶I finally shaaaaaaaat🎶✨

[nevermindtheb0ll0cks]

Has anyone on here been diagnosed with slow transit constipation?

[stabbyapologist]

God, if you let me, I won't ever complain about diarrhea. Just let me poo 💩

[brotatowho-blog]

Took some laxatives earlier. They still haven't kicked in. Looks like it's gonna be a long night, considering they can take up to 8 hours or so to take effect.

Pray for me, my shorts, and my bed.

[mahweeesstuff]

something nefarious is happening in my digestive track rn

[reginageorge666]

kinda wanna take a shit rn but like. i always feel like taking a shit but it never happens

[hammy-fan]

im becoming an elderly person

[melodymorningdew]

FINALLY!!

(Iykyk)

[torse]