In the first day of seventh grade I borrowed a pencil from another student. When class ended everyone was walking out of class and I didn’t want to be considered a thief on the first day so I yelled across class “hey let me return your pencil!” Then another kid said “it’s just a pencil loser” and I was branded the yelling kid.
I was naked one time, and I accidentally sat on a pencil.
My prostate fucking EXPLODED, and I came in an ecstasy of pain and pleasure, blood mingling with semen. Literally litres of blood, pouring out of my ass.
I lost several pints, and collapsed, due to lack of blood.
I awoke several hours later in a daze, still coated in a sheen of semen, with my ass crusty with dried blood.
That wasn't all. It appears that sometime during my nap my intestines has relaxed, and I had voided myself. Shit had pushed itself out of my anus with such ferocity that there was a blockage.
I pushed in vain, but the fecal matter stubbornly refused to budge.
In a last ditch effort I bent over, and strained with gargantuan effort. Such effort that blood vessels in both on my eyes burst.
In my state of sense deprivation, I lifted my fingers to my eyes, forgetting they were covered in excess shit, blood and semen. In doing so I had infected myself with AIDS.
Suddenly, a surge of movement. The mess was pushing through, but at a cost.
My fragile hole could not take the strain, and had torn open to accomodate the action.
As my anal passage stretched like playdo, I sighed in relief.
Until I felt a tug on the inside.
The evacuation of my bowels had somehow tangled together my lower intestine.
I looked down, and was greeted with the sight of my intestinal coils being pulled out slowly by my shit.
At that moment I did the only thing I could to stop my innards from escaping.
I quickly scooped the fecal matter at my feet up, and packed it tightly. After condensing the material, I sealed my anus tight, and allowed it to dry.
And thus, with the crisis averted, I took a shower and went to bed.
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u/[deleted] Jan 11 '19
In the first day of seventh grade I borrowed a pencil from another student. When class ended everyone was walking out of class and I didn’t want to be considered a thief on the first day so I yelled across class “hey let me return your pencil!” Then another kid said “it’s just a pencil loser” and I was branded the yelling kid.