Incidents

Nell was in the park with her best friend, Zara.

They had had a sleepover the previous night at her house, and eaten loads of sweets.

Zara had dared Nell to eat a quarter of a box of laxatives.

Nell obliged.

All through the night, Nell had been completely fine, no stomach pain, nothing.

So in the morning she ate: cereal, toast, yogurt, blueberries, blackberries (it was blackberry season and her and Zara had picked eight large containers of- and she ate 5 containers full for breakfast), and loads of chocolate and sweets.

At the park, her stomach had began to hurt, just a little bit.

But the more active stuff she did, the more the pain grew.

They had gone deep in the woods, to chill.

Nell stopped walking, the pain in her tummy unbearable, waves of nausea crashing over her like a vicious tsunami.

Zara looked round to see her struggling friend. “You ok?” she asked.

“No,” Nell groaned, “My tummy hurts, and i feel like I’m gonna puke.”

Nell then pitched forwards and threw up the contents of her stomach.

38 liters of puke splurged out, splattering on the ground, and all over Nell.

“Oh my god,” was all Zara managed to fit in before a frest wave of vomit cascaded down Nell’s front, followed by another, and another, and another.

Nell paused, gripping her belly through her puke sodden t shirt.

“Are you gonna throw up again?” Zara asked, eyeing her warily from six feet away.

“I’m not sure.”

Zara thought for a moment, “Not trying to be weird or anything, but if you can, maybe take your clothes off so they don’t get more ruined.”

Nell then stripped off all her clothes, leaving her breasts swaying in the breese.

“You ok now?” Zara asked.

Nell was about to nod, before a fresh wave of nausea washed over her.

She stood there for a second, before a loud, long and violent fart escaped her butt.

But it wasn’t over.

That fart hailed a disaster like no other.

There were three more thunderous farts, before her bum nearly exploded.

An avalanche of brown creamy liquid streamed down her legs, landing in a puddle in between her legs.

Nell crouched down, the diarrhea flooding out. Tears pooled in her eyes. As she was about to speak to apologise, she was interrupted by her whole body convulsing as the contents of her stomach reappeared once more, her puke mingling with her shit.

The pressure at the exits was tremendous, it was coming too fast.

This is the worst day of my life.