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"Impossible", you say under your breath as your bowels shift, still propped full of your digested food. You're not sure how much is in there, but it's definitely more than any one pony could possibly have.
Then again, being sure isn't a leisure you have right now as shit practically oozes out of your sure-to-be-permanently widened sphincter. "No reason to hold back..."
With those words you again start squeezing the massive logs of rank, mushy shit out of your system and down on the worryingly large pile which is starting to touch your belly.
Every time a log disconnects, every time your sphincter retracts, another squishy log takes its place. Ten minutes later, your body wrecked and exerted, sweaty and panting, you finally feel the seemingly unending torrent stopping, and you muster enough will not to fall down in exhaustion on top of the shitpile. You step away, struggling to pull your hoofs out of the shit enveloping them, and fall down with a thud, catching your breath.
You eye the pile. It's easily the size of three ponies. "What... the FUCK... did I eat?"
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