Paula tensed her body as she felt her waste begin to crown, her butthole blooming out like a flower as a rancid mix of shit and goo began to spill out of her. The splashing sounded like a car being hurled into a lake as the torrent continued to pour freely into the cold water, the quick change in temperature shocking James awake from the comatose slumber he had fallen into within the pressures of his mothers bowels. Paula was so surprised at his shriek that she almost lept off the toilet, but even as James feet slipped free of her body, she continued to dispose of the remains of her meals previous to her son, burying him almost completely under the mess. James groaned as he reached up to pull himself out of the toilet bowl, bits of the sloppy waste dripping off of him as he stood. “Well this is just my lucky day aint it?” Paula said, as James stumbled into the shower to wash her stink off himself. “Here I am with an empty stomach, and here you are just standing around doing nothing. Get yourself cleaned up hon, you’ve got places to be.” Paula grinned as she shut the bathroom door. James shuddered under the warm water, watching as the brown water pooled at his feet. “What kind of life is this…” he muttered to himself.
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