The survivors waited anxiously, the smell of shit was almost nauseating from inside the plane, the bathrooms were consistently occupied by crew members and the passengers taking turns to vomit. People mostly stayed in their chairs, frightened to leave the plane and set foot on the island of theirs, the enormous ridges and soft stool that Cynthia had produced.
They were in complete darkness when morning arrived. From beyond the door, they heard a rhythmic pounding, each pound would send a shockwave throughout the toilet bowl as the waves of water would splash in an increasingly violent manner against the shore of the turd. The turd seemed to shift ever so slightly in the bowl and sink somewhat, at that point the plane remained above water but just barely and some survivors had resorted to using life rafts to survive. The waves in the water nearly capsized a few of the frail yellow life rafts as people scrambled for an answer in the pitch black darkness.
Then light illuminated the room, the door had opened. The ceiling light turned on as well, nearly blinding to some of the passengers. The pounding became deafening as Cynthia approached the toilet. Every step caused her stomach and ass to jiggle profusely, she was wearing sweatpants and a tanktop that showed her mid drift. Her stretch marks were like light brown rivers carving their way around the vast expanse of her rolls, intermingled with cellulite and some body hair as well. She stood over the toilet and the passengers were instantly aware of the situation, they began to yell at her for help, some of them were almost breathless with their exasperated screams for her not to use the toilet.
Cynthia however, could not be more distracted, at once she grabbed her stomach and from the size of the passengers they could hear the rumbling and distress in her lower intestines. The pained expression on her face said it all, her eyes closed and a light bit of sweat glistened on her forehead. She turned around and began to slowly pull down her sweats and underwear exposing her enormous brown ass, jiggling with every sudden movement.
She spoke in what sounded like a dull roar from what the passengers could hear
"OOOoooohhhhh myyyyy gooooooodddd, tooooooooo muuuuuuuuuuccchhhhh foooooooooooooodddd, iiiiiiiiii neeeeeeeeeeeddddd toooo shiitttt soooo baddddddlllyyyy" as she moaned and sighed while sitting down, effectively eclipsing the passengers within the toilet.
The only light left was a shaft from in between her legs and under her enormous stomach
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