Shock sets in on Taylor's face as he stares up at this fat goth bitch, not believing what he just heard. Almost like she's reading his thoughts, she laughs, showering him in terrible smelling breath and droplits of spit before speaking. "You heard me right Taytay, I've been having a lot of constipation lately, and you're gonna help me out!"
Taylor's mind reeled, unable to comprehend this situation, attempting to reject the situation as a dream, but knowing all too well how real it all was.
"Now, the only question is whether you're going to go in a try to get the obstruction out of my ass, or just be my cheerleader... inside the toilet!"
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