"Omg I literally haven't pooped all week." Spencer complained annoyedly.
"I litteraly dont care take a laxative." Harvey rolls their eyes and glances away from them, taking another step into the house.
Spencer pushes past quickly, not even taking his dirty ass shoes off first. "Wait! It's coming out!!" He runs up the stairs, tripping and hitting his giggity ass chin. It's about to burst out. He scrambled up and shoved the door open not even being able to close it before he let's out a loud stinky ass fart. "ITS COMING OUT!" He screams frantically he drops onto the toilet with vigorous intent to shit. It flys out fast half of it ending up on the seat the other half on the wall. "I shouldn't have held my poop in so long!" His dumb big glasses fall as he grips the floor nails leaving scraps against the hard wood floor.
He starts sweating bullets, it felt like he might pass out from the poo pressure or flip his butthole.
He grips anything he could find. "I can't stop SHITTING!!" He breaks wind, and screams. Eventually after half an hour of watery rocket launched shits, he starts to feel better." Damn dude I feel better." He can leave the bathroom, so he dose. He gose all the way downstairs to see harvey again. They look horrified and dont say anything.
Spencer's stomach growls again. "Oh no..."
"Oh no..." They say at the same time before Spencer has to run his fat ass up the stairs again. Good, he needs the exercise.
He's back on the toilet this time it's soild and he thinks to himself he might not make it.
"Agh!" He pushed. Then again. And again. "Push!" He yells to himself. He groans. It's starting to come out.
"Omg." He whispers out. "Ugh." He moans.
"Im going to masterbait my large poop back and forth forever." He decided.
The end.
He masterbaited his poop back and forth till his grugly ass died.
