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“Melanie! Dinner’s ready!”

*sigh* "Alright, I’ll be there in a minute."

Melanie shifted her chair back away from the multiple computer screens before her, each of them streaming all kinds of numerical data. She had been searching deep into the code of her latest experiment in order to see if there was something amiss. She’d taken the pill nearly three weeks ago, and yet nothing had come out. It was starting to get troubling, even without the issues of just having three weeks of digested matter inside one’s body. Details.

Worse comes to worse, at least she managed to make a really effective pill. It was strange, as she’d been eating more normally than usual, having about two to three meals daily and going about her business. Perhaps the pill had no effect at all? Other than blocking her up, but even then the lack of anything in her intestines didn’t necessarily mean it didn’t work. If anything, the pill worked even better than expected! Problem is, not everything is meant to be digested by the body, and this is what concerned Melanie the most. The idea of synthetic elements being successfully digested and utilized in her body…it’d be practically like poisoning her. And she would have none of that!

Melanie got up and readjusted her pale blue T-shirt, brushed her striped skirt to be more presentable, and headed up the stairs from her underground laboratory. Her parents had been more than accommodating to her…unusual inclinations, even digging out a portion of the backyard to go deep and build an entire laboratory complete with all the necessities of modern life as well as those that could keep her from flooding the house again. It was a nice gesture on their part, but considering they’ve always been supportive of Melanie’s interests, it was really nothing.

She emerged a couple minutes later out of what appeared to be a small dome, something that would appear to be part of a playhouse or an advanced space colony. It certainly wasn’t your average backyard fort - more like backyard fortress! It was something Melanie thought of every time she exited the dome, sealing it up again with her handprint like some kind of government base before heading into the house as though it were perfectly normal for a high school teenager to exit a Mars Colony and walk to their house.

Melanie came in to see her parents, older brother, and younger sister all preparing the table in some part. They were all an irreplaceable part of Melanie’s life, and she couldn’t help but smile at the group’s setting and settling. Marcus, her brother - or she should say, Dr. Marcus - had been working in the medical field for the past couple of years at the local hospital, working on raising some money to eventually head out to Africa and help out on the “medical frontier,” as he put it. A strange way of putting it, but in a sense he wasn’t wrong.

Meanwhile, Lindsey, the youngest of the group who was reaching up above the table to place a spoon on the table. She was only starting first grade, but already she had been picking up an influence from her older siblings and had been actively “dissecting” some of the flies she managed to catch, a feat that was impressive not only in the obtaining of specimens but even just the idea of managing to perform such acts with a toothpick. “A natural already,” her father would say, “she’s gonna go far!”

Her father was a cheery man with a bowl full of jelly and a twinkle in his eye. If there was a man who could play the role of Santa Claus, he was certainly growing up into it; already a small beard was growing in, and it didn’t look like it was going to get shaved any time soon, though it had been neatly trimmed to keep loose hairs from sticking out here and there. Melanie’s father was none other than Paul Sanderson, one of the many scientists working at Regal Corp., the world’s most well-known and well-developed tech company leading the way towards the future.

It was through Regal Corp. that Paul Sanderson met his wife, Melanie’s mother Janine, an engineer. Where Paul worked on the science aspect, dealing with various experiments and testing chemical compounds, Janine worked on the more technical building aspects of the corporation, taking charge of inventing things like an electric car battery that ran off of the car’s velocity by utilizing the air rushing past the car or figuring out the details of how to utilize insects as a means of fiery fuel, lowering their numbers while also providing a heat source. Normal things of that nature.

Paul and Janine’s influence had trickled down through their children, and now here they all were casually setting the table like any other normal family. Paul was the first to see Melanie walk in and smile that charismatic smile of his.

“Come on in, stranger,” he said jokingly. “We’ve got a seat ready and waiting!”

Melanie smiled back at her father’s casual teasing, taking him up on his invitation to sit down at the table as Janine handed out plates of imam bayildi - Turkish eggplant casserole with tomatoes, a classic dish in the family. It was Vegetarian Wednesday, meaning the family devoted themselves to eating anything but meat, and this was one of their favorite meals to fall on. Marcus, Lindsey, Janine, and Paul all sat down soon enough, and the family began to eat at their dinner and discuss the ongoings of the day.

“How’s St. Mary’s these days, Marcus?” Paul asked.

“Busy as always,” Marcus replied. “Never a dull moment in there. In fact, we just got a patient with appendicitis today, so the good doctor went right to work on it.”

“He doesn’t have you putting anyone under the knife yet?”

“You know I’m more interested in casual check-ups than surgical endeavors.”

“True, true, though someday you might have to start cutting into all kinds of-“

“Oh, let’s not talk about this at the dinner table,” Janine interrupted politely, taking another bite of her casserole. “Little Lindsey here’s been working hard on her science project!”

“Has she now?” Paul asked, a sincere interest. “How’s that coming along?”

“It’s going well!” Lindsey answered, meticulously cutting her casserole up into small bite-sized pieces. “I almost got the sound of crickets’ song!”

“Fantastic!” Paul exclaimed, swinging an arm around the youngest of the siblings. “I’m so proud of you! Your first experiment at five!”

“Careful Lindsey,” Marcus said as he took a bite, “he might have you attempt particle physics before you build the science volcano.”

“It was a legitimate idea at the time,” Paul smirked, and the rest of the table chuckled at the banter over old memories.

That is, everyone except Melanie, who had been quietly eating away at her casserole and rubbing her belly with discomfort. Naturally, this did not go unnoticed by Janine; her mother-senses tingled to her daughter’s distress, and her attention turned now to her other daughter.

“Something wrong, Mel?” Janine asked.

Melanie gave a sideways smile, the kind of smile that tries to reassure someone that everything’s alright when it is, in fact, the opposite. “Somewhat, but I don’t think it’s really…dinner table conversation,” she replied, a polite way for her to say this wasn’t the time to talk about her potentially malfunctioning pill.

“It’s about one of your experiments, isn’t it?” Paul asked with a little concern.

The family was very much aware of Melanie’s experiments. When she first came up with the idea, her parents were thrilled at the potential - ending world hunger would certainly be a glorious achievement in its own right. The first pill that they created, though, had a bit of a nasty side effect, and the Mexican they had eaten that night did nothing to improve upon the situation that followed. Ever since that time, Melanie had been experimenting on her own with her pills in the underground laboratory, a much safer area than the house which they all shared.

Much as she’d have liked not to admit so, Melanie nodded to her father’s question, turning a shade of pink in turn. After all, it was for the family’s well-being as much as her own. The rest took a pause to think of how best to approach their line of questioning, and Lindsey was the perhaps the most direct individual to phrase an inquiry.

“It’s going bad, isn’t it?” the youngest asked, pecking at some stray peas with her fork that had fallen out of her squares of casserole.

“It’s…not going the way I thought it would, at the moment,” Melanie explained as simply as she could. “I don’t know if it’s not working or working too well-“

“Nothing’s coming out?” Marcus asked.

“Basically.”

“How long’s it been?” Paul spoke up next.

“About three weeks.”

The table took a pause at this as everyone took into account the length of that amount of time. Melanie looked around at their contemplative faces, took a deep breath, and finally spoke up with the most grave seriousness: “I think I…I need the Laxarito.”

This prompted the others to react in kind, ranging from Paul’s sitting back and breathing out a heavy sigh, to Janine’s looking around and kneading her hands, to Marcus running his hands through his short hair, and finally little Lindsey smiling broadly and giggling out, “Mel’s gonna poopsie!”

The Laxarito was a family secret, something that Paul and Janine had thought of a long time ago. To say it could give someone the runs would be an understatement; it would be more akin to giving someone a sprint to beat out the Olympic runners. It was considered an emergency last resort type of meal, and the effects had always been instantaneously disastrous. So it was no surprise that the family was rather hesitant to think of using its effects.

“Are you sure it’s necessary?” Paul asked. “After all, it could just be-“

“I don’t think there’s much choice,” Marcus interrupted. “We don’t think of having so much in our system at once, but if it’s been just sitting there all this time, then it should be affecting her in a lot of ways.”

“That’s the thing,” Melanie said, “I haven’t felt ill at all since taking the pill.”

A moment’s pause. Marcus gave a hum of thought, but Lindsey chimed in saying, “Mel’s got a bottomless pit in her!”

“Hahaha, she’s not exactly ‘bottomless,’” Paul teased little Lindsey, though Melanie blushed a little at her father’s joke.

“Well, you have been eating rather…normally,” Janine said. “Maybe Lindsey’s onto something.”

“It could be the case that the pill’s been absorbing all of the contents of what you’ve been eating, but if that were so you should be heavily malnourished which doesn’t appear to be the case,” Marcus said. “How confounding…”

“Well, if she’s not malnourished, then the pill’s giving off something,” Paul speculated. “Maybe it’s been storing the waste in itself?”

“That could be it…” Melanie thought a little about the prospect of the pill absorbing the harmful materials. It would make the most sense…but then where was it keeping it? And when would it come out?

At that point something “pinged” within her gut, and a small sharp pain surged through her abdomen, causing her to reach over and grasp herself. The giant twitch did not go unnoticed by the others, as they looked over at her and started asking such things as, “Are you alright?” and “What happened?”

A moment’s notice later, the pain itself disappeared, but Melanie began to feel a curious fullness within her. Like something just expanded within her. She looked down as her belly began to poke out from her shirt. Paul noticed this too, sitting right next to her, and his eyes went a little wider.

“Do you need to go?” he asked.

Melanie nodded her head, stood up, quickly said, “Excuse me,” and rushed off to the laboratory in the backyard. If it was going to come out, it was better out there than in here!

The laboratory was built with Melanie’s experiments in mind, so the toilet accommodating it was much different from a normal toilet. For one thing, the bowl was much larger than a regular toilet, being the approximate width of a kitchen sink and about one-and-a-half times the same for its length. To really sit on it, Melanie had to place herself at the edge of the bowl rather than on top of a seat over the bowl, which given the size would have been difficult unless she were much larger a person. Given the massive amount that could come from Melanie’s results, the bowl had to ideally be able to contain all of it; on top of that, rather than being modeled after the Western style toilet, this took some more inspiration off of an Eastern squat toilet, with a large tank of water ready to forcefully push down the mess that would overtake it. The pipes connected to the bowl were also larger than normal plumbing to account for the massive load that would be forced down into it, so overall this was far more powerful than the average toilet.

Much as she’d love to marvel again at the technology that her parents so lovingly designed and built for her purposes, Melanie struggled more with keeping herself together as she pulled down her panties and lifted up her skirt, situating herself at the edge of the bowl and grunting with some strain. Normally this was enough to prompt her bowels to open up and unleash whatever gastric abomination would usually come out of her, but this time nothing happened. No wisp of gas, no movement from the inside, and yet all the while Melanie felt a large bulge as though something were ready to go down there. Again, she grunted but with no effect, so she decided to sit down and wait for nature to make progress.

After about twenty minutes of monotonous reading through the magazines she kept nearby as reading material and even checking on her phone to see what was going on upstairs - the family was concerned for her after all - Melanie found that no such progress was to be had. On the positive side, she’d gotten used to the bulging of her insides, and while her gut hung out a bit above her skirt’s waistline, the pain from the pressure had subsided to a mild discomfort at its worst. With nothing else to do, she hiked up her panties and readjusted her clothing to prepare to head back.

Upon her return to the upstairs dining room - in which the family had picked up their own plates and were busy in the kitchen now cleaning off things and packing away leftovers including Melanie’s plate - Melanie was greeted with check-ups of concern.

“Everything go alright down there?” Paul asked.

“Well, it doesn’t feel so bad,” Melanie explained, “but nothing really came out.”

“May I take a look?” Marcus asked. “Maybe I can figure out what’s up.”

Melanie lifted her shirt up a little bit to show off her belly to her brother, a silent acknowledgement that he had permission. After all, he was the doctor in the family, so why not see what he thought of it? Marcus bent down and begin pushing gently on her belly. He didn’t seem to get very far, working to massage on parts that refused to yield.

“Odd…” he muttered as he stood back up before saying, “Feels rather dense in there.”

“So there is something there?” Janine asked, cleaning off the mess of another dish as she put one into the dishwasher.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what to make of it,” Marcus replied. “It’s almost solid enough to be a rock in there.”

“That’s pretty rough,” Paul said.

“Maybe too rough to pass naturally.”

A moment’s pause as the group registered what exactly Marcus had said. It soon dawned on them that the last resort was about to become an inevitable necessity. Paul sighed and looked over at Janine.

“We’re gonna have to, I suppose,” he said, resigned to the fact. Janine simply nodded knowingly and went to preheat the oven.

———

The Laxarito. A bold concoction that seldom saw the light of day now sat in front of Melanie. It was about the size of a small rotisserie chicken, wrapped in a neat layer of thick fluffy tortillas. Inside it was meat, cheeses, lettuce, diced tomatoes, sour cream, onions, jalapeños, habanero peppers, and even some ghost pepper spiced up with chunks of cumin, ghost pepper flakes, and chili powder whilst served with a powerful hot sauce mix that could make the saints weep. Add in a little liquid laxative for fun, and you have one of the most dangerous meals to enter the human body.

The group kept a large milk jug nearby, something that not only helped the process but also eased the suffering of the one undertaking the daring challenge. And in front of this beast sat Melanie, ready to plunge deep to purge herself of what lay within her. The others huddled closely, some more worried than others.

“Are you absolutely sure you need this?” Janine asked. “Surely there’s another way.”

“There may not be any other way,” Marcus said, his arms crossed.

Janine was about to say something else, but Paul put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. Janine sighed and simply said, “Good luck then.”

Melanie nodded and turned her full attention to the Laxarito. She plunged her fork into the heart of the beast and began cutting away at part of it, the burning insides leaking out onto the plate. The steam rising up fogged her glasses a little, but the smell of the spices made everyone’s eyes go teary. Melanie swallowed a lump that had risen in her throat; she was beginning to have doubts that she should go through with this, but in the name of all that is…well, her bowels, she knew she’d have to try.

And so she took her first bite.

———

A day passed without results. Another passed in kind, and by then it was the weekend. Melanie kept herself hidden down in the laboratory as the weekend began, mostly to be on the safe side with her folks. The cramps within her abdomen flared up occasionally, and her gut grew outwards somewhat each time. As opposed to the bump it had been a couple days ago, now it had evolved into a sizable lump, resembling a bloated beach ball that stuck out from beneath her pink T-shirt.

Now one would think she was experiencing great discomfort with this expansion within her, but Melanie quickly grew accustomed to its presence and was much more concerned with its dormancy. She had tried several times to expel the waste from within her, but it never seemed to shift or move. Her brother Marcus was starting to share his concern that she might need medical attention at this rate - and lord knows that’s the LAST thing she’d want to go through! Imagine the conversation that’d take place!

“What seems to be the trouble?”

“Oh nothing really, just have a trail of poop the length of a football field in my intestines.”

“My goodness, haven’t you been going to the bathroom regularly?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried, but it’s not come out!”

“You should’ve come to us sooner!”

“Oh but it wasn’t so bad until recently.”

“A MIRACLE OF MODERN SCIENCE, WE MUST DISSECT YOU FOR-“

“Melanie?”

Her thoughts interrupted by the buzz of the intercom, Melanie looked down at it for a brief moment before answering back to her mother.

“Yes?”

“Your father and I are taking Lindsey over to the mall to see a movie, so we’ll be gone for a while. You want us to bring you back something?”

“No, that’s alright. Have fun you guys!”

“We will! Sorry we can’t take you along.”

“I understand, trust me. That’s probably the last place I need to be at.”

“Alright, we’ll see you later then!”

Melanie sighed, but she figured it was for the best. If she were to expunge herself at a place as public as the mall, she’d no doubt embarrass herself and her folks, never mind the clean-up to take place or the paparazzi crawling around the house afterwards. So she had to remain content with waiting around her laboratory and keeping herself occupied with her computer. How hard could that be?

Melanie spent the next few minutes watching various cat vids on the Internet, and about twenty minutes later her stomach rumbled in hunger. She didn’t want to go fueling the fire, so she ignored it and continued watching videos until a much bigger groan came from her gut. Melanie groaned with her stomach.

“Why couldn’t you just get stuff out before putting more in?” she asked her pleading tummy, which responded with a strong gurgle and a hunger pang. She thought about what she had eaten over the last two days since the Laxarito, and the result was…not really all that much. A distinct change given her eating habits prior, but nevertheless she was going to quell the murmuring tempest in tummy and satisfy its swelling cravings.

Reluctantly she got up and, whilst brushing her plaid skirt again, headed over to the fridge that kept her safety supply of food, freshly restocked by her parents the day prior so as to ensure she wouldn’t be waltzing out wistfully. But even looking across the fresh heads of lettuce, the raw meat ready for cooking, the nice ripe bunch of bananas, the jugs of milk, and even a bar of fine cheese, there wasn’t much that seemed to appeal to her. Shrugging her shoulders, Melanie decided to grab a bite of the cheese and wash it down with some milk.

Of course this wouldn’t satisfy her stomach, so she ended up checking the small treasure chest that was her snack-filled “pantry” of sorts. This was filled with less health food and more snacks-snacks, containing things such as potato chips, snack mixes, and Asian-influenced sweets of all kinds of things. Melanie poked around a few, popping a couple of the snacks into her mouth as a futile means to satiate her gut’s hunger. Her stomach retorted with a growl, unappeased by these morsels.

“Come onnnnn,” Melanie groaned as her stomach lurched with a rumble. “There’s just no working with you, is there?”

Her stomach groaned in kind, which meant that there was just no escaping the fact that Melanie was going to have to go find something to snack on elsewhere. But the house was pretty much off-limits at the moment, so if she really wanted something different, it was going to have to be from a store. And that was going to be tricky in and of itself not only in the personal matter of keeping everything together but also getting to the store in the first place - it was going to be quite a walk, and Melanie wasn’t sure if she could risk it.

Then suddenly, something came to mind - an idea that could even remotely be helpful to her current predicament!

Melanie went over to the nearby cabinet where she would keep records of all kinds of things and opened the third drawer down, extending it out to browse through her folders. She picked through till she reached the files organized under “R”, between “Réclame” and “Rectitudinous,” in which a single file lay titled “Rectalgia.” Melanie pulled this particular file out and in turn withdrew the key from inside of it, bringing it down to the bottom drawer to retrieve a locked box from there. She then used the key on this box, opening it up and reaching for the one thing inside that she knew could help out.

One perfectly sized butt plug.

———

Pinkleton’s Curiosities was your typical “mom and pop” shop, save for that it specialized in the most unusual cuisine combinations. When it comes to experimenting with the taste buds, Pinkleton’s does not stray from any combination. Barbecued sushi? Got it. Fruit-flavored popcorn? Laid out in several flavors on several shelves. Fish pancakes? Do you really need to ask? Needless to say, Pinkleton’s was a niche kind of shop, and its patrons were far more curious to try the storeowner’s creations than frequenting its unusual selections.

So naturally it was here that Melanie felt her travels would do nicely. Any sort of estranged snack her demanding stomach could come up with would no doubt be found somewhere here in Pinkleton’s. She perused the shelves on her way over to the counter, behind which the flannel-wearing mustachioed shopkeeper Pinkleton stood combing away at his combover with one hand and his plush facial hair with the other. Upon raising an eyebrow to Melanie’s presence, he quickly stashed the combs he was using on the fanny pack he wore behind him and brought out his hands ready to go, business as usual.

“Ahhhhh, ye have retarned to my humblest storefront,” Pinkleton greeted with an air of sweetness and desire. “What brings my fave-rite customer back to me?”

“Just here for a small something,” Melanie replied. “I’m feeling a bit…weird, today.”

“Ahhh, one of ‘dose’ days, eyahhhh?” Pinkleton smiled, handing over a small slip of paper and a quill pen to Melanie. “You write it down, I’ll fix it up!”

Melanie was no stranger to the peculiar way that Pinkleton ran what he called “store brews.” Sometimes she would come in to order one of these, filling out symptoms like a survey before one visits the doctor, and then Pinkleton would head on back and whip something up that would “cure” it. By that process, it would usually make the symptoms flare up in a nasty way, but true to his word, they would help inevitably cure it - some say even faster than medicine!

Of course, Melanie was counting on that this time.

She handed back the note to Pinkleton who read the two words scrawled out in a quiet manner. “Constipitation, and stom-ache…ah!”

And just like that, Pinkleton ran off into the back where the kitchen was. A few pots and pans clattered and clanged, a distinct searing and sizzling rose up, and within about five or six minutes, Pinkleton came back with a delicately garnished plate of broccoli. Though looking at it, the broccoli had been steamed, broiled, and now sat lightly drizzled with a strange yellow-red sauce and a heavily thick scent of…

“Garlic?”

“Yea yah! Garlic broccoli, serve under honeydew melon and Sriracha sauce,” Pinkleton said with the most whimsical of smiles. “Great cure! You try it, worst case you poot for hours, best case you poot for months!”

Melanie just smiled back and handed over her usual payment for these sorts of meals and said, “Thanks,” as she carried the plate over to one of the nearby tables. She readjusted her skirt as she took her seat, a bit of a challenge with that plug up her butt, and stared down at the food before her. Garlic broccoli, although it smelt far more of garlic than anything. And with Sriracha sauce? And honeydew melon? No doubt about it, this was a Pinkleton delicacy for sure. Melanie was almost intimidated by it and what it could do, but when you’re desperate and something as powerful as the Laxarito couldn’t do the trick, what’s the worst that could happen?

She picked up a fork and stabbed at one of the pieces, holding it up in front of her face. Maybe Pinkleton meant that this was cauliflower or perhaps broccoli-shaped garlic, cause it seemed far too white to be broccoli. Then again, maybe it was white cause Pinkleton hadn’t touched the broccoli in so long - or was that what honeydew melon and Sriracha does to broccoli? Perhaps the ramifications to her health were more important than an estranged appetite.

And yet her stomach rumbled with anticipation, and the broccoli if you could call it that did look really appetizing. Something about that scent of garlic and the spicy tinge of the Sriracha…and that innocent scent of the melon…ohhh there was something strangely appealing about this mix of food……well…maybe just one bite couldn’t hurt, right?

And before she knew it, Melanie had eaten the entire plate. She didn’t even think that was possible given what she had been served, but none of the broccoli remained, and her stomach no longer panged with hunger. She sat back and let out a nice sigh, stifling a decent burp behind her lips as Pinkleton walked over to collect the plate with a smile on his face.

“Goot you like,” he said. “Fun could start sooner or later!”

“Let’s hope sooner,” Melanie said back, another burp rising up to BRRRAAAAAAPPP!!

Pinkleton hummed an amused tone as he turned and said, “Looks like sooner!”

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

A great ominous roar burst forth as Melanie grabbed at her stomach. Whatever that noise was, it definitely was not natural, and Melanie wasn’t sure what would happen next. Her gut suddenly rumbled furiously, humming like a revving car engine, bubbling like a pot of boiling water - things were shifting around, and a delicate hiss of air squeezed between plastic and booty meat to let off an odor filled with all kinds of nasty smells.

“Bathroom next to counter if you need it,” Pinkleton said without looking up from wiping the counter down with a rag that had clearly been used for much worse and dirtier things.

Melanie winced while the air became gradually tainted from her gas leaking out. “No, that’s alright,” she said, “I’ll just be on my way home now!”

Pinkleton looked up. “Sure sure?” he asked with some concern.

“Yeah,” Melanie said amidst all kinds of internal sensations, “I’ll manage.”

Pinkleton simply shrugged, waved, and said with a smile, “Good bye and good luck!”

Melanie composed herself and worked to stand straight as her gut continued to threaten with its rumblings and gurglings before heading out the door and down the street. It was going to take her exactly nine minutes and twenty-four seconds to get all the way from Pinkleton’s to her toilet in the laboratory provided she briskly walked, and the butt plug was still holding up anything that wasn’t gas from coming out, so she’d bank on that to keep it up as she returned.

She started walking, a few of the other people on the street staring at her as her stomach continued its mad bubbling, only for them to walk into the path of the trail of gas still seeping out from her butt and nearly choking on the nauseating scent. Melanie ignored them and stayed focused, her attention straight down the sidewalk towards her house - she had no time to apologize or sympathize, she needed to go!

Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds passed, and the nastiness inside her continued to mix and brew itself. Melanie began to feel something akin to a large serpent snaking its way down her lower abdomen - my god, it was working! The Laxarito, Pinkleton’s concoction, the pill - whatever the cause, or the combination of it all, she could feel that this was for real this time! She turned the corner as her hissing gas creeped to a halt, either keeping itself contained for later or just cause it had run its course and there wasn’t much else there.

I’ll make it, Melanie thought to herself, taking a breath. I’ve got this!!

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

A deep guttural roar seemed to say otherwise - three minutes and fifteen seconds on the way over, and her stomach was already saying it’s over. Melanie looked down as a huge lurch nearly knocked her off her feet! She instinctively covered her mouth, trying to keep something down that wasn’t even coming up as though she’d been punched in the stomach.

Whatever it was, it worked.

The serpentine beast within her had suddenly rushed down her insides and rammed headfirst into the butt plug, nearly displacing it from her butt! Melanie tightened her cheeks to try and help the plug maintain its stance, but this made it significantly harder to walk. She was practically waddling down the sidewalk at this rate, something anyone watching her would’ve wondered what exactly was wrong with her.

But this was no time to worry about public appearances - this beast wanted out, and fast!

Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds, Melanie rounded another corner and saw her house approaching. Just four minutes left to get to that toilet - she was going to make it, goddammit! Her concentration was focused on her feet moving her forward faster, her butt cheeks clenching, and her breathing to keep her going. God forbid she let it out here in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see!

Five minutes twenty-eight seconds, and she was at the gate to the backyard, having half-waddled half-sprinted in the most estranged and yet graceful manner possible. She fiddled with the lever mechanism as her gut lurched again, heaving more of the beast at the plug - she could feel it loosening from her butt and could swear that something had managed to sneak around it and into her panties!!

No no no no no, not yet, not yet, not now!!

Her mind was racing as she threw the gate open, slamming it behind her as she continued her dash-dance across the yard and to the laboratory entrance. Six minutes, eighteen seconds.

She leaped the stairs two at a time down into the depths. Six minutes, forty-three seconds.

She rushed across the floor of the lab, the wind from her run sweeping a few papers off of the desk and threw open the bathroom door! Seven minutes, nineteen seconds.

She shut the door behind her and backed herself over her toilet - she was going to make it! Seven minutes, thirty-three seconds!

She reached behind her and flipped her skiRRRRRRGGGGGLLLLL-POP!!

Melanie froze, her fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties. Her butt cheeks unclenched, and the beast slithered once more. What happened next can’t be described by any term used before. It couldn’t be just “explosive diarrhea,” as there was far more than just a simply slew of sludge bursting forth. It couldn’t be called a huge dump since it was accompanied by a torrent of gas and liquid on top of the solids. And it certainly couldn’t be called a “pleasant time on the porcelain throne,” as Melanie wasn’t even on top of it at all. No, the best way to describe it would be something akin to a battleship cannon that barreled out shells at break-neck speeds! Something like “explodarrhea” would suffice.

And this “explodarrhea” was now spewing out against Melanie’s panties.

BBBBBLLLLAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKRRRRRRRAAAAALLLLLLTTTTTTPPPPPRRRRRRFFFFFLLLLLLLLACCKKKRRRLLLLLLTTT-BBOOOOOMMMMMMMM-

There wasn’t any stopping this. Melanie slowly sat down on the toilet, releasing her fingers from the desecrated panties - nothing could save them from this. She felt the hurdling beast’s body thunder into the fabric and curled around the insides, getting used to its new surroundings. She looked down at her feet where a fairly large puddle had formed from the birthing of this monstrosity. There was nothing to do now but wait.

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How exactly does one describe the scent? Three weeks of meals, a hefty amount of spice, and…garlic? Man, that stuff really works! It certainly was doing wonders, but Melanie couldn’t help but sigh, not only from the absolute divine relief of unleashing this massive monstrosity out of her system at long last but also from the one thought in her mind right now: Nine minutes twenty-four seconds.

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The toilet water had started splashing now as the beast squished through the leg holes and into the water below, already tainted from the liquid pouring into it loudly as naturally as if Melanie had been pouring a large tankard into the bowl. Judging by how much was coming out, it honestly wouldn’t be surprising if she was anyway.

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Amidst all the excretion taking place and the thunderous cascade, Melanie heard a tearing that caused much of the weight she felt weighing her down drop away as a large splash hit the water with a dull smack. Not that it mattered as everything continued spilling out into the bowl, now filling up faster than ever! It barely took a minute for the splashing in the bowl to be reduced to nothing but the slapping and smacking sounds of turd-on-turd action!

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Melanie could feel the heat not only tipping around her butt hole but wafting up from beneath her, a typical sign that it was time for her to stand up before things got out of hand. This was rather routine for Melanie given what she could put off, even with her special toilet, so she rose up and continued in earnest. She felt much lighter putting off what she’d be doing already, but she only felt maybe halfway done with what she had - a third maybe? There was still a lot to go.

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Suddenly, everything stopped. The gas, the poop, everything all came to a screeching halt. Melanie perked up and looked behind her - she couldn’t be done, could she? Stripping her panties off, she found that the back was completely blown off, the remnants stained all over with brown. She picked a couple of the loose solid chunks out and tossed them onto the pile in the toilet before she remembered - that butt plug had gone out completely!

She turned around to look down at the toilet. The bowl was already filled with a heaping mound of shit - wherever that butt plug was, it was better off getting flushed down. Melanie sighed, there was no getting that back. And after all the trouble she went through of getting it in the first place…then again, maybe it was still retrievable?

Taking an optimistic look, Melanie reached down into the shit and started shifting her hand around, digging around in the midst of it to see if there was anything she could-wait a minute…was that…go back to that…it was! Holy cow, she grabbed the butt plug and pulled her hand out again! UnbelievaBBBBLLLLLRRRRAAAGGGGLLLLLLBLLLAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

“…unbelievable.”

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And just like that, everything started up again in full force. Ole Faithful couldn’t hope to spew geysers out like the one bursting out of Melanie now, slamming against the door and all over the wall with the force of a great typhoon. It came out so hard in fact that the force propelled Melanie forwards into the pile of shit that eclipsed the toilet, mashing her into it. She tried forcing herself off the pile by pushing on the porcelain, only to get pushed up against the pile again such that the continuation made it look like a strange humping maneuver. All the whiLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRR-PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLTTTTTFLACKLLRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLBLACKARRRTTTLLLLLL-

Thundering against the door slammed all of a variety of sizes and shapes and colors of shit, ranging from browns to greens to some dark yellows, from pellets to baseballs to cannonballs - everything was coming out! The wall became the canvas for a mural beyond imagination! Melanie moaned and bit her lip as she let herself get forced onto the back of the toilet, the continuous stream bursting outwards even more so as she grunted with some force.

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The sound of muffled gas leaking out interrupted her stream and her otherwise explosive emissions, causing Melanie to lurch again. She could feel the rushing excrement cease at her back door, blocked by some kind of plug - only this time it wasn’t her own. Reaching backwards, she spread out her butt cheeks and bore down as hard as she could.

“Come on now, almost there,” she muttered to herself as her ass spread wide for the great behemoth that she’d been working on getting out all this time. Where some of the larger turds had been three or four inches in diameter, this one was looking to spread out to six, a gaping maw that continued to spread wider until-

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The sound of a cork popping off a champagne bottle followed by the slamming of an entire thirteen feet of cable against the wall as well as the cannon firing off all came as finally the rest of her emissions flowed out of her. Melanie sighed as her butt took over the work and continued vomiting out everything she’d had until finally there was nothing left but a trickling stream.

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As her gas calmed down from a whirling gale to a whistling breeze, Melanie leaned down on top of the shit heap she’d been forced upon and sighed. Admittedly this entire situation had her worried from the start, but now that she’d been able to get all of it out of her system, she couldn’t help but enjoy the orgasmic tingling sensation that had spread across her body.

After taking a few moments to rest up after the surge, she looked behind her to see-yep, that’s gonna take a lot of clean-up. If she hadn’t known any better, Melanie would say that the one wall had been painted over by some crazed artist with a vision of chaotic colors, only instead of working the whole palette he chose to work with predominantly three colors in varying shades. On the floor spread out a large layer of chunks, turds, and one lengthy large python in the middle of it, all of it surrounded in a murky brown liquid.

Melanie finally got up and looked herself over. Naturally get forced onto a pile of shit covered her in the stuff, and she knew that the room wouldn’t be the only thing in need of a clean-up. She reached for the handle to flush the toilet.

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…should’ve known even the toilet couldn’t handle all of that. But hey, choking down what looked to be half the pile wasn’t so bad, all things considered.

Melanie walked across the devastated bathroom and opened the door, only to hear the buzzing of the intercom go off. She looked over at the clock - apparently she’d been in there for nearly half an hour! She power-walked over and pushed down on the button.

“Hello?”

“Melanie? Everything alright down there? We heard the sound of something exploding!”

Oh god, they could hear all of that?! Melanie blushed as she answered back, “It’s alright, just…getting everything out finally.”

“Oh…OH! Fantastic! Guess everything worked out, huh?”

“Yeah…mostly.”

“Need any help down there?”

Melanie took a whiff of the air leaking out of the bathroom and nearly gagged on it - she’d never smelt anything like that before.

“Better bring a mask if you really want,” she said pinching her nose. “It’s pretty messy down here.”

A long pause responded from the other end - not that Melanie could blame them, it was really bad down here. She waited for anything else before heading over to the nearby shower room, stripping herself of her clothes as she heard the bathroom door shut automatically and an alarm ringing off, cuing the emergency cleanup procedure for the restroom.

“It’s for the best,” she said to herself with a smile, and she twisted the knobs to start the spray up.

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“Melanie! Dinner’s ready!”

*sigh* "Alright, I’ll be there in a minute."

Melanie shifted her chair back away from the multiple computer screens before her, each of them streaming all kinds of numerical data. She had been searching deep into the code of her latest experiment in order to see if there was something amiss. She’d taken the pill nearly three weeks ago, and yet nothing had come out. It was starting to get troubling, even without the issues of just having three weeks of digested matter inside one’s body. Details.

Worse comes to worse, at least she managed to make a really effective pill. It was strange, as she’d been eating more normally than usual, having about two to three meals daily and going about her business. Perhaps the pill had no effect at all? Other than blocking her up, but even then the lack of anything in her intestines didn’t necessarily mean it didn’t work. If anything, the pill worked even better than expected! Problem is, not everything is meant to be digested by the body, and this is what concerned Melanie the most. The idea of synthetic elements being successfully digested and utilized in her body…it’d be practically like poisoning her. And she would have none of that!

Melanie got up and readjusted her pale blue T-shirt, brushed her striped skirt to be more presentable, and headed up the stairs from her underground laboratory. Her parents had been more than accommodating to her…unusual inclinations, even digging out a portion of the backyard to go deep and build an entire laboratory complete with all the necessities of modern life as well as those that could keep her from flooding the house again. It was a nice gesture on their part, but considering they’ve always been supportive of Melanie’s interests, it was really nothing.

She emerged a couple minutes later out of what appeared to be a small dome, something that would appear to be part of a playhouse or an advanced space colony. It certainly wasn’t your average backyard fort - more like backyard fortress! It was something Melanie thought of every time she exited the dome, sealing it up again with her handprint like some kind of government base before heading into the house as though it were perfectly normal for a high school teenager to exit a Mars Colony and walk to their house.

Melanie came in to see her parents, older brother, and younger sister all preparing the table in some part. They were all an irreplaceable part of Melanie’s life, and she couldn’t help but smile at the group’s setting and settling. Marcus, her brother - or she should say, Dr. Marcus - had been working in the medical field for the past couple of years at the local hospital, working on raising some money to eventually head out to Africa and help out on the “medical frontier,” as he put it. A strange way of putting it, but in a sense he wasn’t wrong.

Meanwhile, Lindsey, the youngest of the group who was reaching up above the table to place a spoon on the table. She was only starting first grade, but already she had been picking up an influence from her older siblings and had been actively “dissecting” some of the flies she managed to catch, a feat that was impressive not only in the obtaining of specimens but even just the idea of managing to perform such acts with a toothpick. “A natural already,” her father would say, “she’s gonna go far!”

Her father was a cheery man with a bowl full of jelly and a twinkle in his eye. If there was a man who could play the role of Santa Claus, he was certainly growing up into it; already a small beard was growing in, and it didn’t look like it was going to get shaved any time soon, though it had been neatly trimmed to keep loose hairs from sticking out here and there. Melanie’s father was none other than Paul Sanderson, one of the many scientists working at Regal Corp., the world’s most well-known and well-developed tech company leading the way towards the future.

It was through Regal Corp. that Paul Sanderson met his wife, Melanie’s mother Janine, an engineer. Where Paul worked on the science aspect, dealing with various experiments and testing chemical compounds, Janine worked on the more technical building aspects of the corporation, taking charge of inventing things like an electric car battery that ran off of the car’s velocity by utilizing the air rushing past the car or figuring out the details of how to utilize insects as a means of fiery fuel, lowering their numbers while also providing a heat source. Normal things of that nature.

Paul and Janine’s influence had trickled down through their children, and now here they all were casually setting the table like any other normal family. Paul was the first to see Melanie walk in and smile that charismatic smile of his.

“Come on in, stranger,” he said jokingly. “We’ve got a seat ready and waiting!”

Melanie smiled back at her father’s casual teasing, taking him up on his invitation to sit down at the table as Janine handed out plates of imam bayildi - Turkish eggplant casserole with tomatoes, a classic dish in the family. It was Vegetarian Wednesday, meaning the family devoted themselves to eating anything but meat, and this was one of their favorite meals to fall on. Marcus, Lindsey, Janine, and Paul all sat down soon enough, and the family began to eat at their dinner and discuss the ongoings of the day.

“How’s St. Mary’s these days, Marcus?” Paul asked.

“Busy as always,” Marcus replied. “Never a dull moment in there. In fact, we just got a patient with appendicitis today, so the good doctor went right to work on it.”

“He doesn’t have you putting anyone under the knife yet?”

“You know I’m more interested in casual check-ups than surgical endeavors.”

“True, true, though someday you might have to start cutting into all kinds of-“

“Oh, let’s not talk about this at the dinner table,” Janine interrupted politely, taking another bite of her casserole. “Little Lindsey here’s been working hard on her science project!”

“Has she now?” Paul asked, a sincere interest. “How’s that coming along?”

“It’s going well!” Lindsey answered, meticulously cutting her casserole up into small bite-sized pieces. “I almost got the sound of crickets’ song!”

“Fantastic!” Paul exclaimed, swinging an arm around the youngest of the siblings. “I’m so proud of you! Your first experiment at five!”

“Careful Lindsey,” Marcus said as he took a bite, “he might have you attempt particle physics before you build the science volcano.”

“It was a legitimate idea at the time,” Paul smirked, and the rest of the table chuckled at the banter over old memories.

That is, everyone except Melanie, who had been quietly eating away at her casserole and rubbing her belly with discomfort. Naturally, this did not go unnoticed by Janine; her mother-senses tingled to her daughter’s distress, and her attention turned now to her other daughter.

“Something wrong, Mel?” Janine asked.

Melanie gave a sideways smile, the kind of smile that tries to reassure someone that everything’s alright when it is, in fact, the opposite. “Somewhat, but I don’t think it’s really…dinner table conversation,” she replied, a polite way for her to say this wasn’t the time to talk about her potentially malfunctioning pill.

“It’s about one of your experiments, isn’t it?” Paul asked with a little concern.

The family was very much aware of Melanie’s experiments. When she first came up with the idea, her parents were thrilled at the potential - ending world hunger would certainly be a glorious achievement in its own right. The first pill that they created, though, had a bit of a nasty side effect, and the Mexican they had eaten that night did nothing to improve upon the situation that followed. Ever since that time, Melanie had been experimenting on her own with her pills in the underground laboratory, a much safer area than the house which they all shared.

Much as she’d have liked not to admit so, Melanie nodded to her father’s question, turning a shade of pink in turn. After all, it was for the family’s well-being as much as her own. The rest took a pause to think of how best to approach their line of questioning, and Lindsey was the perhaps the most direct individual to phrase an inquiry.

“It’s going bad, isn’t it?” the youngest asked, pecking at some stray peas with her fork that had fallen out of her squares of casserole.

“It’s…not going the way I thought it would, at the moment,” Melanie explained as simply as she could. “I don’t know if it’s not working or working too well-“

“Nothing’s coming out?” Marcus asked.

“Basically.”

“How long’s it been?” Paul spoke up next.

“About three weeks.”

The table took a pause at this as everyone took into account the length of that amount of time. Melanie looked around at their contemplative faces, took a deep breath, and finally spoke up with the most grave seriousness: “I think I…I need the Laxarito.”

This prompted the others to react in kind, ranging from Paul’s sitting back and breathing out a heavy sigh, to Janine’s looking around and kneading her hands, to Marcus running his hands through his short hair, and finally little Lindsey smiling broadly and giggling out, “Mel’s gonna poopsie!”

The Laxarito was a family secret, something that Paul and Janine had thought of a long time ago. To say it could give someone the runs would be an understatement; it would be more akin to giving someone a sprint to beat out the Olympic runners. It was considered an emergency last resort type of meal, and the effects had always been instantaneously disastrous. So it was no surprise that the family was rather hesitant to think of using its effects.

“Are you sure it’s necessary?” Paul asked. “After all, it could just be-“

“I don’t think there’s much choice,” Marcus interrupted. “We don’t think of having so much in our system at once, but if it’s been just sitting there all this time, then it should be affecting her in a lot of ways.”

“That’s the thing,” Melanie said, “I haven’t felt ill at all since taking the pill.”

A moment’s pause. Marcus gave a hum of thought, but Lindsey chimed in saying, “Mel’s got a bottomless pit in her!”

“Hahaha, she’s not exactly ‘bottomless,’” Paul teased little Lindsey, though Melanie blushed a little at her father’s joke.

“Well, you have been eating rather…normally,” Janine said. “Maybe Lindsey’s onto something.”

“It could be the case that the pill’s been absorbing all of the contents of what you’ve been eating, but if that were so you should be heavily malnourished which doesn’t appear to be the case,” Marcus said. “How confounding…”

“Well, if she’s not malnourished, then the pill’s giving off something,” Paul speculated. “Maybe it’s been storing the waste in itself?”

“That could be it…” Melanie thought a little about the prospect of the pill absorbing the harmful materials. It would make the most sense…but then where was it keeping it? And when would it come out?

At that point something “pinged” within her gut, and a small sharp pain surged through her abdomen, causing her to reach over and grasp herself. The giant twitch did not go unnoticed by the others, as they looked over at her and started asking such things as, “Are you alright?” and “What happened?”

A moment’s notice later, the pain itself disappeared, but Melanie began to feel a curious fullness within her. Like something just expanded within her. She looked down as her belly began to poke out from her shirt. Paul noticed this too, sitting right next to her, and his eyes went a little wider.

“Do you need to go?” he asked.

Melanie nodded her head, stood up, quickly said, “Excuse me,” and rushed off to the laboratory in the backyard. If it was going to come out, it was better out there than in here!

The laboratory was built with Melanie’s experiments in mind, so the toilet accommodating it was much different from a normal toilet. For one thing, the bowl was much larger than a regular toilet, being the approximate width of a kitchen sink and about one-and-a-half times the same for its length. To really sit on it, Melanie had to place herself at the edge of the bowl rather than on top of a seat over the bowl, which given the size would have been difficult unless she were much larger a person. Given the massive amount that could come from Melanie’s results, the bowl had to ideally be able to contain all of it; on top of that, rather than being modeled after the Western style toilet, this took some more inspiration off of an Eastern squat toilet, with a large tank of water ready to forcefully push down the mess that would overtake it. The pipes connected to the bowl were also larger than normal plumbing to account for the massive load that would be forced down into it, so overall this was far more powerful than the average toilet.

Much as she’d love to marvel again at the technology that her parents so lovingly designed and built for her purposes, Melanie struggled more with keeping herself together as she pulled down her panties and lifted up her skirt, situating herself at the edge of the bowl and grunting with some strain. Normally this was enough to prompt her bowels to open up and unleash whatever gastric abomination would usually come out of her, but this time nothing happened. No wisp of gas, no movement from the inside, and yet all the while Melanie felt a large bulge as though something were ready to go down there. Again, she grunted but with no effect, so she decided to sit down and wait for nature to make progress.

After about twenty minutes of monotonous reading through the magazines she kept nearby as reading material and even checking on her phone to see what was going on upstairs - the family was concerned for her after all - Melanie found that no such progress was to be had. On the positive side, she’d gotten used to the bulging of her insides, and while her gut hung out a bit above her skirt’s waistline, the pain from the pressure had subsided to a mild discomfort at its worst. With nothing else to do, she hiked up her panties and readjusted her clothing to prepare to head back.

Upon her return to the upstairs dining room - in which the family had picked up their own plates and were busy in the kitchen now cleaning off things and packing away leftovers including Melanie’s plate - Melanie was greeted with check-ups of concern.

“Everything go alright down there?” Paul asked.

“Well, it doesn’t feel so bad,” Melanie explained, “but nothing really came out.”

“May I take a look?” Marcus asked. “Maybe I can figure out what’s up.”

Melanie lifted her shirt up a little bit to show off her belly to her brother, a silent acknowledgement that he had permission. After all, he was the doctor in the family, so why not see what he thought of it? Marcus bent down and begin pushing gently on her belly. He didn’t seem to get very far, working to massage on parts that refused to yield.

“Odd…” he muttered as he stood back up before saying, “Feels rather dense in there.”

“So there is something there?” Janine asked, cleaning off the mess of another dish as she put one into the dishwasher.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what to make of it,” Marcus replied. “It’s almost solid enough to be a rock in there.”

“That’s pretty rough,” Paul said.

“Maybe too rough to pass naturally.”

A moment’s pause as the group registered what exactly Marcus had said. It soon dawned on them that the last resort was about to become an inevitable necessity. Paul sighed and looked over at Janine.

“We’re gonna have to, I suppose,” he said, resigned to the fact. Janine simply nodded knowingly and went to preheat the oven.

———

The Laxarito. A bold concoction that seldom saw the light of day now sat in front of Melanie. It was about the size of a small rotisserie chicken, wrapped in a neat layer of thick fluffy tortillas. Inside it was meat, cheeses, lettuce, diced tomatoes, sour cream, onions, jalapeños, habanero peppers, and even some ghost pepper spiced up with chunks of cumin, ghost pepper flakes, and chili powder whilst served with a powerful hot sauce mix that could make the saints weep. Add in a little liquid laxative for fun, and you have one of the most dangerous meals to enter the human body.

The group kept a large milk jug nearby, something that not only helped the process but also eased the suffering of the one undertaking the daring challenge. And in front of this beast sat Melanie, ready to plunge deep to purge herself of what lay within her. The others huddled closely, some more worried than others.

“Are you absolutely sure you need this?” Janine asked. “Surely there’s another way.”

“There may not be any other way,” Marcus said, his arms crossed.

Janine was about to say something else, but Paul put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. Janine sighed and simply said, “Good luck then.”

Melanie nodded and turned her full attention to the Laxarito. She plunged her fork into the heart of the beast and began cutting away at part of it, the burning insides leaking out onto the plate. The steam rising up fogged her glasses a little, but the smell of the spices made everyone’s eyes go teary. Melanie swallowed a lump that had risen in her throat; she was beginning to have doubts that she should go through with this, but in the name of all that is…well, her bowels, she knew she’d have to try.

And so she took her first bite.

———

A day passed without results. Another passed in kind, and by then it was the weekend. Melanie kept herself hidden down in the laboratory as the weekend began, mostly to be on the safe side with her folks. The cramps within her abdomen flared up occasionally, and her gut grew outwards somewhat each time. As opposed to the bump it had been a couple days ago, now it had evolved into a sizable lump, resembling a bloated beach ball that stuck out from beneath her pink T-shirt.

Now one would think she was experiencing great discomfort with this expansion within her, but Melanie quickly grew accustomed to its presence and was much more concerned with its dormancy. She had tried several times to expel the waste from within her, but it never seemed to shift or move. Her brother Marcus was starting to share his concern that she might need medical attention at this rate - and lord knows that’s the LAST thing she’d want to go through! Imagine the conversation that’d take place!

“What seems to be the trouble?”

“Oh nothing really, just have a trail of poop the length of a football field in my intestines.”

“My goodness, haven’t you been going to the bathroom regularly?”

“Trust me, I’ve tried, but it’s not come out!”

“You should’ve come to us sooner!”

“Oh but it wasn’t so bad until recently.”

“A MIRACLE OF MODERN SCIENCE, WE MUST DISSECT YOU FOR-“

“Melanie?”

Her thoughts interrupted by the buzz of the intercom, Melanie looked down at it for a brief moment before answering back to her mother.

“Yes?”

“Your father and I are taking Lindsey over to the mall to see a movie, so we’ll be gone for a while. You want us to bring you back something?”

“No, that’s alright. Have fun you guys!”

“We will! Sorry we can’t take you along.”

“I understand, trust me. That’s probably the last place I need to be at.”

“Alright, we’ll see you later then!”

Melanie sighed, but she figured it was for the best. If she were to expunge herself at a place as public as the mall, she’d no doubt embarrass herself and her folks, never mind the clean-up to take place or the paparazzi crawling around the house afterwards. So she had to remain content with waiting around her laboratory and keeping herself occupied with her computer. How hard could that be?

Melanie spent the next few minutes watching various cat vids on the Internet, and about twenty minutes later her stomach rumbled in hunger. She didn’t want to go fueling the fire, so she ignored it and continued watching videos until a much bigger groan came from her gut. Melanie groaned with her stomach.

“Why couldn’t you just get stuff out before putting more in?” she asked her pleading tummy, which responded with a strong gurgle and a hunger pang. She thought about what she had eaten over the last two days since the Laxarito, and the result was…not really all that much. A distinct change given her eating habits prior, but nevertheless she was going to quell the murmuring tempest in tummy and satisfy its swelling cravings.

Reluctantly she got up and, whilst brushing her plaid skirt again, headed over to the fridge that kept her safety supply of food, freshly restocked by her parents the day prior so as to ensure she wouldn’t be waltzing out wistfully. But even looking across the fresh heads of lettuce, the raw meat ready for cooking, the nice ripe bunch of bananas, the jugs of milk, and even a bar of fine cheese, there wasn’t much that seemed to appeal to her. Shrugging her shoulders, Melanie decided to grab a bite of the cheese and wash it down with some milk.

Of course this wouldn’t satisfy her stomach, so she ended up checking the small treasure chest that was her snack-filled “pantry” of sorts. This was filled with less health food and more snacks-snacks, containing things such as potato chips, snack mixes, and Asian-influenced sweets of all kinds of things. Melanie poked around a few, popping a couple of the snacks into her mouth as a futile means to satiate her gut’s hunger. Her stomach retorted with a growl, unappeased by these morsels.

“Come onnnnn,” Melanie groaned as her stomach lurched with a rumble. “There’s just no working with you, is there?”

Her stomach groaned in kind, which meant that there was just no escaping the fact that Melanie was going to have to go find something to snack on elsewhere. But the house was pretty much off-limits at the moment, so if she really wanted something different, it was going to have to be from a store. And that was going to be tricky in and of itself not only in the personal matter of keeping everything together but also getting to the store in the first place - it was going to be quite a walk, and Melanie wasn’t sure if she could risk it.

Then suddenly, something came to mind - an idea that could even remotely be helpful to her current predicament!

Melanie went over to the nearby cabinet where she would keep records of all kinds of things and opened the third drawer down, extending it out to browse through her folders. She picked through till she reached the files organized under “R”, between “Réclame” and “Rectitudinous,” in which a single file lay titled “Rectalgia.” Melanie pulled this particular file out and in turn withdrew the key from inside of it, bringing it down to the bottom drawer to retrieve a locked box from there. She then used the key on this box, opening it up and reaching for the one thing inside that she knew could help out.

One perfectly sized butt plug.

———

Pinkleton’s Curiosities was your typical “mom and pop” shop, save for that it specialized in the most unusual cuisine combinations. When it comes to experimenting with the taste buds, Pinkleton’s does not stray from any combination. Barbecued sushi? Got it. Fruit-flavored popcorn? Laid out in several flavors on several shelves. Fish pancakes? Do you really need to ask? Needless to say, Pinkleton’s was a niche kind of shop, and its patrons were far more curious to try the storeowner’s creations than frequenting its unusual selections.

So naturally it was here that Melanie felt her travels would do nicely. Any sort of estranged snack her demanding stomach could come up with would no doubt be found somewhere here in Pinkleton’s. She perused the shelves on her way over to the counter, behind which the flannel-wearing mustachioed shopkeeper Pinkleton stood combing away at his combover with one hand and his plush facial hair with the other. Upon raising an eyebrow to Melanie’s presence, he quickly stashed the combs he was using on the fanny pack he wore behind him and brought out his hands ready to go, business as usual.

“Ahhhhh, ye have retarned to my humblest storefront,” Pinkleton greeted with an air of sweetness and desire. “What brings my fave-rite customer back to me?”

“Just here for a small something,” Melanie replied. “I’m feeling a bit…weird, today.”

“Ahhh, one of ‘dose’ days, eyahhhh?” Pinkleton smiled, handing over a small slip of paper and a quill pen to Melanie. “You write it down, I’ll fix it up!”

Melanie was no stranger to the peculiar way that Pinkleton ran what he called “store brews.” Sometimes she would come in to order one of these, filling out symptoms like a survey before one visits the doctor, and then Pinkleton would head on back and whip something up that would “cure” it. By that process, it would usually make the symptoms flare up in a nasty way, but true to his word, they would help inevitably cure it - some say even faster than medicine!

Of course, Melanie was counting on that this time.

She handed back the note to Pinkleton who read the two words scrawled out in a quiet manner. “Constipitation, and stom-ache…ah!”

And just like that, Pinkleton ran off into the back where the kitchen was. A few pots and pans clattered and clanged, a distinct searing and sizzling rose up, and within about five or six minutes, Pinkleton came back with a delicately garnished plate of broccoli. Though looking at it, the broccoli had been steamed, broiled, and now sat lightly drizzled with a strange yellow-red sauce and a heavily thick scent of…

“Garlic?”

“Yea yah! Garlic broccoli, serve under honeydew melon and Sriracha sauce,” Pinkleton said with the most whimsical of smiles. “Great cure! You try it, worst case you poot for hours, best case you poot for months!”

Melanie just smiled back and handed over her usual payment for these sorts of meals and said, “Thanks,” as she carried the plate over to one of the nearby tables. She readjusted her skirt as she took her seat, a bit of a challenge with that plug up her butt, and stared down at the food before her. Garlic broccoli, although it smelt far more of garlic than anything. And with Sriracha sauce? And honeydew melon? No doubt about it, this was a Pinkleton delicacy for sure. Melanie was almost intimidated by it and what it could do, but when you’re desperate and something as powerful as the Laxarito couldn’t do the trick, what’s the worst that could happen?

She picked up a fork and stabbed at one of the pieces, holding it up in front of her face. Maybe Pinkleton meant that this was cauliflower or perhaps broccoli-shaped garlic, cause it seemed far too white to be broccoli. Then again, maybe it was white cause Pinkleton hadn’t touched the broccoli in so long - or was that what honeydew melon and Sriracha does to broccoli? Perhaps the ramifications to her health were more important than an estranged appetite.

And yet her stomach rumbled with anticipation, and the broccoli if you could call it that did look really appetizing. Something about that scent of garlic and the spicy tinge of the Sriracha…and that innocent scent of the melon…ohhh there was something strangely appealing about this mix of food……well…maybe just one bite couldn’t hurt, right?

And before she knew it, Melanie had eaten the entire plate. She didn’t even think that was possible given what she had been served, but none of the broccoli remained, and her stomach no longer panged with hunger. She sat back and let out a nice sigh, stifling a decent burp behind her lips as Pinkleton walked over to collect the plate with a smile on his face.

“Goot you like,” he said. “Fun could start sooner or later!”

“Let’s hope sooner,” Melanie said back, another burp rising up to BRRRAAAAAAPPP!!

Pinkleton hummed an amused tone as he turned and said, “Looks like sooner!”

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

A great ominous roar burst forth as Melanie grabbed at her stomach. Whatever that noise was, it definitely was not natural, and Melanie wasn’t sure what would happen next. Her gut suddenly rumbled furiously, humming like a revving car engine, bubbling like a pot of boiling water - things were shifting around, and a delicate hiss of air squeezed between plastic and booty meat to let off an odor filled with all kinds of nasty smells.

“Bathroom next to counter if you need it,” Pinkleton said without looking up from wiping the counter down with a rag that had clearly been used for much worse and dirtier things.

Melanie winced while the air became gradually tainted from her gas leaking out. “No, that’s alright,” she said, “I’ll just be on my way home now!”

Pinkleton looked up. “Sure sure?” he asked with some concern.

“Yeah,” Melanie said amidst all kinds of internal sensations, “I’ll manage.”

Pinkleton simply shrugged, waved, and said with a smile, “Good bye and good luck!”

Melanie composed herself and worked to stand straight as her gut continued to threaten with its rumblings and gurglings before heading out the door and down the street. It was going to take her exactly nine minutes and twenty-four seconds to get all the way from Pinkleton’s to her toilet in the laboratory provided she briskly walked, and the butt plug was still holding up anything that wasn’t gas from coming out, so she’d bank on that to keep it up as she returned.

She started walking, a few of the other people on the street staring at her as her stomach continued its mad bubbling, only for them to walk into the path of the trail of gas still seeping out from her butt and nearly choking on the nauseating scent. Melanie ignored them and stayed focused, her attention straight down the sidewalk towards her house - she had no time to apologize or sympathize, she needed to go!

Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds passed, and the nastiness inside her continued to mix and brew itself. Melanie began to feel something akin to a large serpent snaking its way down her lower abdomen - my god, it was working! The Laxarito, Pinkleton’s concoction, the pill - whatever the cause, or the combination of it all, she could feel that this was for real this time! She turned the corner as her hissing gas creeped to a halt, either keeping itself contained for later or just cause it had run its course and there wasn’t much else there.

I’ll make it, Melanie thought to herself, taking a breath. I’ve got this!!

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

A deep guttural roar seemed to say otherwise - three minutes and fifteen seconds on the way over, and her stomach was already saying it’s over. Melanie looked down as a huge lurch nearly knocked her off her feet! She instinctively covered her mouth, trying to keep something down that wasn’t even coming up as though she’d been punched in the stomach.

Whatever it was, it worked.

The serpentine beast within her had suddenly rushed down her insides and rammed headfirst into the butt plug, nearly displacing it from her butt! Melanie tightened her cheeks to try and help the plug maintain its stance, but this made it significantly harder to walk. She was practically waddling down the sidewalk at this rate, something anyone watching her would’ve wondered what exactly was wrong with her.

But this was no time to worry about public appearances - this beast wanted out, and fast!

Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds, Melanie rounded another corner and saw her house approaching. Just four minutes left to get to that toilet - she was going to make it, goddammit! Her concentration was focused on her feet moving her forward faster, her butt cheeks clenching, and her breathing to keep her going. God forbid she let it out here in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see!

Five minutes twenty-eight seconds, and she was at the gate to the backyard, having half-waddled half-sprinted in the most estranged and yet graceful manner possible. She fiddled with the lever mechanism as her gut lurched again, heaving more of the beast at the plug - she could feel it loosening from her butt and could swear that something had managed to sneak around it and into her panties!!

No no no no no, not yet, not yet, not now!!

Her mind was racing as she threw the gate open, slamming it behind her as she continued her dash-dance across the yard and to the laboratory entrance. Six minutes, eighteen seconds.

She leaped the stairs two at a time down into the depths. Six minutes, forty-three seconds.

She rushed across the floor of the lab, the wind from her run sweeping a few papers off of the desk and threw open the bathroom door! Seven minutes, nineteen seconds.

She shut the door behind her and backed herself over her toilet - she was going to make it! Seven minutes, thirty-three seconds!

She reached behind her and flipped her skiRRRRRRGGGGGLLLLL-POP!!

Melanie froze, her fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties. Her butt cheeks unclenched, and the beast slithered once more. What happened next can’t be described by any term used before. It couldn’t be just “explosive diarrhea,” as there was far more than just a simply slew of sludge bursting forth. It couldn’t be called a huge dump since it was accompanied by a torrent of gas and liquid on top of the solids. And it certainly couldn’t be called a “pleasant time on the porcelain throne,” as Melanie wasn’t even on top of it at all. No, the best way to describe it would be something akin to a battleship cannon that barreled out shells at break-neck speeds! Something like “explodarrhea” would suffice.

And this “explodarrhea” was now spewing out against Melanie’s panties.

BBBBBLLLLAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKRRRRRRRAAAAALLLLLLTTTTTTPPPPPRRRRRRFFFFFLLLLLLLLACCKKKRRRLLLLLLTTT-BBOOOOOMMMMMMMM-

There wasn’t any stopping this. Melanie slowly sat down on the toilet, releasing her fingers from the desecrated panties - nothing could save them from this. She felt the hurdling beast’s body thunder into the fabric and curled around the insides, getting used to its new surroundings. She looked down at her feet where a fairly large puddle had formed from the birthing of this monstrosity. There was nothing to do now but wait.

-AAAAAGGGGGLLLLLRRRRKKKKFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSLLLLLPPPPP-PPPPPP-PPPPP-PPPPPP-PPPPPFLRACKKKKKKK-

How exactly does one describe the scent? Three weeks of meals, a hefty amount of spice, and…garlic? Man, that stuff really works! It certainly was doing wonders, but Melanie couldn’t help but sigh, not only from the absolute divine relief of unleashing this massive monstrosity out of her system at long last but also from the one thought in her mind right now: Nine minutes twenty-four seconds.

-PLLRRRRKKKKKLLLFFRRRRRRRTTTT-BBBLLLAAACCCKKRRRRRAAAAAAGGLLCKRTTPPPPSSSSSSHHHHRRRRAAA-

The toilet water had started splashing now as the beast squished through the leg holes and into the water below, already tainted from the liquid pouring into it loudly as naturally as if Melanie had been pouring a large tankard into the bowl. Judging by how much was coming out, it honestly wouldn’t be surprising if she was anyway.

-BBBBBLUUUBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRRRRRGGGGGLLLLLLLBBBBLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT-*RRRRIIIIIIIIIIPPPP*-TTTTPPPPPHHHHRRRRRRRRRR-

Amidst all the excretion taking place and the thunderous cascade, Melanie heard a tearing that caused much of the weight she felt weighing her down drop away as a large splash hit the water with a dull smack. Not that it mattered as everything continued spilling out into the bowl, now filling up faster than ever! It barely took a minute for the splashing in the bowl to be reduced to nothing but the slapping and smacking sounds of turd-on-turd action!

-PPPPLLLAACCCKKKRRRRRTTTBBB-BBBLLLLL-BBBLLLL-BBBBBLLLLL-BBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP-PPPP-PPP-PPP-PPP-PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG-

Melanie could feel the heat not only tipping around her butt hole but wafting up from beneath her, a typical sign that it was time for her to stand up before things got out of hand. This was rather routine for Melanie given what she could put off, even with her special toilet, so she rose up and continued in earnest. She felt much lighter putting off what she’d be doing already, but she only felt maybe halfway done with what she had - a third maybe? There was still a lot to go.

-BBLLLRRRKKKLLLTTT-!!

Suddenly, everything stopped. The gas, the poop, everything all came to a screeching halt. Melanie perked up and looked behind her - she couldn’t be done, could she? Stripping her panties off, she found that the back was completely blown off, the remnants stained all over with brown. She picked a couple of the loose solid chunks out and tossed them onto the pile in the toilet before she remembered - that butt plug had gone out completely!

She turned around to look down at the toilet. The bowl was already filled with a heaping mound of shit - wherever that butt plug was, it was better off getting flushed down. Melanie sighed, there was no getting that back. And after all the trouble she went through of getting it in the first place…then again, maybe it was still retrievable?

Taking an optimistic look, Melanie reached down into the shit and started shifting her hand around, digging around in the midst of it to see if there was anything she could-wait a minute…was that…go back to that…it was! Holy cow, she grabbed the butt plug and pulled her hand out again! UnbelievaBBBBLLLLLRRRRAAAGGGGLLLLLLBLLLAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!

“…unbelievable.”

PPPPLLLLLRRRRRRRKKKKKKAAAAAATTTTTLLLLLLLFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRTTTTLACKKKRRRRRRR-

And just like that, everything started up again in full force. Ole Faithful couldn’t hope to spew geysers out like the one bursting out of Melanie now, slamming against the door and all over the wall with the force of a great typhoon. It came out so hard in fact that the force propelled Melanie forwards into the pile of shit that eclipsed the toilet, mashing her into it. She tried forcing herself off the pile by pushing on the porcelain, only to get pushed up against the pile again such that the continuation made it look like a strange humping maneuver. All the whiLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRRRR-PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLTTTTTFLACKLLRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLBLACKARRRTTTLLLLLL-

Thundering against the door slammed all of a variety of sizes and shapes and colors of shit, ranging from browns to greens to some dark yellows, from pellets to baseballs to cannonballs - everything was coming out! The wall became the canvas for a mural beyond imagination! Melanie moaned and bit her lip as she let herself get forced onto the back of the toilet, the continuous stream bursting outwards even more so as she grunted with some force.

-BBBBLLLLRRRRRRCCKKKLLLLLRRRRAAAAAAAAGLRCKTLLFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPPCKLLLTTT-BBBBBB-PPPPPP-RRRRRRRRR-KKKKRRRAACCCCKKLLLLLPPPRRRRRFFFMMMMMMM-!

The sound of muffled gas leaking out interrupted her stream and her otherwise explosive emissions, causing Melanie to lurch again. She could feel the rushing excrement cease at her back door, blocked by some kind of plug - only this time it wasn’t her own. Reaching backwards, she spread out her butt cheeks and bore down as hard as she could.

“Come on now, almost there,” she muttered to herself as her ass spread wide for the great behemoth that she’d been working on getting out all this time. Where some of the larger turds had been three or four inches in diameter, this one was looking to spread out to six, a gaping maw that continued to spread wider until-

BOOMMMM-PPPPRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGLLLLLLPPPPPPRRRRRCKLTTTTBBBBBBBB-

The sound of a cork popping off a champagne bottle followed by the slamming of an entire thirteen feet of cable against the wall as well as the cannon firing off all came as finally the rest of her emissions flowed out of her. Melanie sighed as her butt took over the work and continued vomiting out everything she’d had until finally there was nothing left but a trickling stream.

-RRRRRRRBBBbbbbpppppppprrrrrrffffffftttttttttsssssssssssssssssssssss…

As her gas calmed down from a whirling gale to a whistling breeze, Melanie leaned down on top of the shit heap she’d been forced upon and sighed. Admittedly this entire situation had her worried from the start, but now that she’d been able to get all of it out of her system, she couldn’t help but enjoy the orgasmic tingling sensation that had spread across her body.

After taking a few moments to rest up after the surge, she looked behind her to see-yep, that’s gonna take a lot of clean-up. If she hadn’t known any better, Melanie would say that the one wall had been painted over by some crazed artist with a vision of chaotic colors, only instead of working the whole palette he chose to work with predominantly three colors in varying shades. On the floor spread out a large layer of chunks, turds, and one lengthy large python in the middle of it, all of it surrounded in a murky brown liquid.

Melanie finally got up and looked herself over. Naturally get forced onto a pile of shit covered her in the stuff, and she knew that the room wouldn’t be the only thing in need of a clean-up. She reached for the handle to flush the toilet.

WHOOSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIRRRRRRRRRR-GURGLGURG-ACKLURP-BLOOP

…should’ve known even the toilet couldn’t handle all of that. But hey, choking down what looked to be half the pile wasn’t so bad, all things considered.

Melanie walked across the devastated bathroom and opened the door, only to hear the buzzing of the intercom go off. She looked over at the clock - apparently she’d been in there for nearly half an hour! She power-walked over and pushed down on the button.

“Hello?”

“Melanie? Everything alright down there? We heard the sound of something exploding!”

Oh god, they could hear all of that?! Melanie blushed as she answered back, “It’s alright, just…getting everything out finally.”

“Oh…OH! Fantastic! Guess everything worked out, huh?”

“Yeah…mostly.”

“Need any help down there?”

Melanie took a whiff of the air leaking out of the bathroom and nearly gagged on it - she’d never smelt anything like that before.

“Better bring a mask if you really want,” she said pinching her nose. “It’s pretty messy down here.”

A long pause responded from the other end - not that Melanie could blame them, it was really bad down here. She waited for anything else before heading over to the nearby shower room, stripping herself of her clothes as she heard the bathroom door shut automatically and an alarm ringing off, cuing the emergency cleanup procedure for the restroom.

“It’s for the best,” she said to herself with a smile, and she twisted the knobs to start the spray up.