Peter and his friend Andy were hanging out at the park. They both wanted to spend the day with each other. Both Andy and Peter sat side by side in fold up chairs, relaxing while enjoying the warmth of the outdoor environment and breathing the fresh autumn air.
They faced a large lake, with a park trail and a forest behind them. Leaves slowly drifted in the wind as they fell from the branches of the trees over the lake and softly landed on the water's surface. There was a picnic area over to their right and a row of portable toilets to their left. Andy leaned back in his chair, sighing as he rubbed his stomach, "Wooh boy, those spicy enchiladas were really something."
"Yeah grrlll, they were definitely something weren't they?" Peter said. "Hey man, how're you doing on that project of yours?" Andy asked.
"It's going good so far. I'm currently working on the framework grrrlllll mmm… , and I need to sand down the edges." Peter explained, though he was now starting to feel a pressure in his gut.
"So, who's it for?" "It's my grandma. She likes to sit on her front porch and watch the birds Ggrrrlllll! Ooh God!" Peter groaned. "You alright man?" Andy asked.
"I think so… ooh but I don't think my stomach is grrrlllll!" Peter said, feeling the pressure in his gut growing rapidly.
"Are you not able to handle really spicy foods?" Andy asked.
"I don't know Pllurrrfffttt! Oooh! I think I gotta take a shit." Peter said, now feeling a rapidly growing pressure down in his rectum. "Okay man, the bathrooms are over there." Andy said as he pointed towards the portable toilets.
Peter hurried over to the toilet receptacle, threw open the door, and saw there was a toilet paper roll. "Oh thank God," he groaned and closed the door behind him. He snatched his pants down, sat down on the toilet, and groaned while the first wave of diarrhea squirted out of him in multiple sludgy plops.
Phlrphlrphlrphlrphlrphlrphlrrrrrrfffffftttt! Plrpplrpplrpplrpplrp!
"*groans* I knew I shouldn't have had those enchiladas." Not a second after he'd said that, another wave squirted out, mixed with wet, bubbly, chunky farts that triggered more lumps that plopped into the bowl.
Plrplrplrplrplopplopplopploplplplplplplpffffffftttttt! "Oh man, those enchiladas tore my stomach up." Peter groaned.
Next was a wave of watery slush mixed with tiny solid lumps that burned his ass as it violently squirted out.
"Gah! Okay, I'll add spicy enchiladas to the list of foods that give me violent diarrhea." Peter said to himself and bit his lip while another wave of watery, lumpy slush violently squirted out, ending with a wet bubbly shart. Shlrshlrshlrshlrshlrrrrfffflflflflfllflflfllflflttttttt! "Guh, oh God," Peter groaned, wrapping both arms around his stomach. A few seconds later, a sudden violently wet shart triggered a long wave of slushy diarrhea that squirted out in multiple waves. Immediately after one wave finished, another wave started and squirted out with just as much force.
PLLLUUURRRRFFFTTT!
SSSHHHLLLAARRRSHLRSHLRSHLRSHLRSHLR!
PHLLLEEAAARRGGGHHH!
FLEEAAARRGGGGHHH!
Peter felt as if his ass were on fire. "Oh God! Ngh!" He exclaimed from the burning pain in his rectum. This continued for roughly a minute until he was finally able to squeeze out a solid log.
SSSSHHHHHHHHPLOP!
He leaned back against the receptacle wall, panting slightly, "No more spicy enchiladas."
Peter then grabbed some of the toilet paper from off of the roll and used it to wipe before discarding it in the built in garbage bin. He then pulled his pants back on and stepped out of the toilet receptacle and joined his friend Andy back at their seating area.
"Hey man, how did it go?" Andy asked. "It was bad, my stomach was torn up. Felt like lava was coming out of my ass." Peter moaned while holding his stomach.
"Damn, that bad well then we won't be getting spicy Enchiladas any more." Andy said as Peter sat down in his chair next to him.
Back at Peter's House
Peter had just gotten home and was about to start the laundry, when a gurgle in his stomach triggered a wet shart that mushed into his pants.
"Oh God, not again," he groaned and immediately clamped a hand to his ass before hurrying to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he walked over to the toilet, snatched his pants down and sat down on the toilet. Not a second later, his ass erupted into the toilet bowl, squirting out multiple waves of slushy brown diarrhea along with solid squishy lumps that plopped into the bowl.
Shlurg! Shlearg! Shlarf! Plrpplrpplrpplrp! Pllllaaaarrfftttt! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!
"*groans* Damn, I really can't handle spicy foods can I?" he muttered to himself while rubbing his bloated stomach while grunting and triggered another wave of lumpy diarrhea that came spluttering out of his ass.
"Uh! Ugh!" he groaned while another wave of diarrhea squeezed past his asscheeks and splattered into the bowl. He then pressed his right hand against the wall next to the toilet while gripping his stomach with the other. A few seconds later, Peter felt something solid starting to push out of his hole and grunted, forcing a mushy turd out of his ass.
About halfway out, the semi-solid turd degraded back into mushy diarrhea that slid into the toilet. A wet shart soon followed a couple seconds after that and then a few more waves of bubbly diarrhea.
Afterwards, Peter sat there for a minute or two, then took some toilet paper from the roll and wiped himself before flushing the toilet and pulling his pants back on. He then washed his hands and proceeded to go and do the laundry.