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Jessie's Mexican Mudslide Warning, story contains scat! A lot! ================================ SPLLRRLLCKLLLRAALLLKLT! “Ugh! Damn that food!” Jessie cursed, blasting another salvo of chunky shit into the rapidly filling bowl below. She was tight on money earlier and decided to eat at a rather shady gas station buffet line. It goes without saying that her stomach was suffering, but her ass was explaining it in great detail. BLLROOLSHSHCLLULGLLCK! Another carpet bombing of sludge accompanied her wet expulsion. The splashing of water was no longer heard, this toilet was damn near full. And Jessie, while almost done, had enough in her last load to push it over the edge. BLLUBBLROOGLLOORLLSHLBPLT! “Uggh!” Jessie erupted onto the mountain filling the bowl, chunky slop and logs splashing down onto the muddy pile before spilling over as Jessie stood up, looking back and inspecting the thoroughly defeated toilet. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” She sighed angrily, getting the toilet paper to wipe herself before walking out of the stall. She knew that the toilet was done for. “Honestly, you’d think people would understand to make larger toilets, especially in a Mexican joint. Hmph, well, the food better be better than their bathroom. And bigger, I’m hungry.” Outside, there was a line to the register as people waited to be seated. It was a busy night at the restaurant, and the staff wanted no wrenches in their plans. Unfortunately, Jessie was going to be that wrench. The line wasn’t too long, but it would take a while to get a seat since they had a rush earlier and people were only just getting their checks. As such, while not upset, people couldn’t wait to get seated and get eating. Near the center of this line was now Jessie, growling to herself and holding her stomach. While she unleashed her disastrous dump on the poor bathroom, her gaseous payload was yet to be emptied, and as a result, the power woman behind her got caught downwind. PPRRAARRRRFFFFFT The brunette in line behind Jessie’s loud rump could only watch in disgust as Jessie’s skirt blew up, the foul brown could of rancid gas blasting her in the face and choking her out before she could even gasp. She put a hand over her mouth as she retched, closing her eyes as they watered before she made a dash to the bathroom, ready to hurl. But she wasn’t the only victim, the family behind then had their 2 kids whine and start crying as the burning air attacked their eyes and noses, and the confused construction worker behind them coughed and turned away upon her own first whiff. “Ugh, I’ve been in their stupid bathroom for who knows how long, yet the line hasn’t moved an inch! They’re lucky they’re getting my money. If I could afford it I’d be at Olive Garden, eating those wonderful breadsticks~” Jessie clasped her hands, thinking about the buttery taste of the meal she couldn’t have in the place she wasn’t at, before blowing out air. From both ends. PPFFRRARRARRRP! Again, her ass blew out its toxic smog, a more direct gust of gast with more reactive results. The family behind her loudly retched, all of them unable to remain stable. One of the kids gagging so bad the mother had to carry them away. A scene was being made as this fart spread around. The construction woman could bare no longer, tears down her face as she gagged and spoke up. “Geez lady, what’s your problem-” PFFURROOLLLBLT! Before the woman could even finish, another bomb fired behind Jessie, this one much wetter, and much more deadly. The woman gasped just hearing and feeling the short but voluminous fart hit her, and that breath was her last mistake as her brain could barely process the stink, and she dropped right there. Jessie made her pass out with her horrid after-dump gas, and that was just the beginning. The stink spread from the line, reached the vents and started to spread through the restaurant, the vile cloud not losing its strength as the patrons would soon have a rude awakening. Jessie knew none of this, and neither did the cashier, who directed their customer to a table near a corner before noticing Jessie holding her stomach. “Excuse me miss, it’s your turn,” he spoke to her, letting her know that she could walk up, and not knowing why suddenly there was no one else around but her. Jessie walked forward, ready to give this establishment a piece of her mind. “Ok, listen here! I’ve waited so long in this very line, that I ended up having to lose my space just to go to the bathroom, a bathroom with a toilet too small and too weak to flush! I should be lucky there was even toilet paper! And I still had to wait in line! I’m very unpleased, and I hope the food here makes up for it!” She ended her rant with a huff. The cashier looked at her with a confused, and lowkey disinterested face. Confused mainly because why complain about a normal toilet? This was a good time to be in ‘I’m sorry, pivot the customer’ mode. “I’m sorry the bathroom wasn’t up to your standards, we will bring those concerns to our manager. Since you would still like to eat with us, I’ll take your order and direct you to a table.” “Hmph, good. Well in this case… I’ll have… 4 of whatever this is called, 3 of those, 2 of these, that weird wrapped thing, and a large soda.” Quite the order, and she’d better pay, the cashier thought as he wrote it down. “Ok miss, we’ll get that for you soon. Right this way.” The cashier, seeing as no one else was behind her to attend to, took it upon himself to lead her. They walked to the left area, filled with people not yet suffering unlike the right side, who got the first strike of Jessie’s previous fart, coughs and complaints spreading through the area, with a few people getting sick and going out to the bathroom to lose their lunch. Jessie held her stomach with one arm, a small but very wet silent fart slipping from her, unnoticed by the walking cashier but atrocious to the old man she let it out next to, his face falling to his chili as it knocked him out cold. “Here is your seat, miss. Your food will be out soon, and we can give a bit of extra for your inconvenience.” “That’s what I like to hear, thank you~” The cashier turned before rolling his eyes and walking back before a sharp stench hit him. He covered his nose, looking around and seeing the old man passed out. “Aiyaiyai…” “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” A loud yell came from the bathroom area, the cashier dashing there as quick as he could. “Que?! What’s wro-” The woman who screamed was gagging, looking at another woman passed out on the ground before a large, steaming mountain of nearly fresh shit spilling from the bathroom stall. The air in the room thick with the caustic smell of shit. “Ma’am, *cough* Ma’am let’s-” THUD The woman fell, unable to handle her shock or the air any longer. Not knowing what else to do, the cashier pulled the two women out, braving the heat and smell radiating from the elephantine mound of waste dominating their bathroom. He pulled them out to the office nearby and ran back to lock the room off for good, before angrily walking to the kitchen, but there was another sight that graced him. The right half of the restaurant was in chaos, coughing, gagging, and most unfortunate, getting up and leaving. Tables with food left out, other staff having to give people their checks, coughing and feeling sick themselves from this stench. He’d seen enough, and he knew just who was causing it. He burst into the kitchen, that last place with palatable air. “HERNAN! PEDRO!” Two of the chefs slid out from the corner. “Yes, Jeyo? What is the problem?” one of them asked. “We have another one… table L12. Give her the extra.” Plates and bowls rolled out to the humid, repulsive smelling left side of the restaurant, Jessie clearly not caring to hold in her potent puffs. The chefs, though miserable with the state of their restaurant, were happy to give her the meal they made just for her. Jessie rubbed her hands and licked her lips in anticipation. “Why thank you, gentlemen~” she spoke, before digging into her many meals. “It’s our pleasure,” Jeyo replied. “We’ll return with the check soon, just enjoy your meal until then~” The group of staff turned and walked away, sharing a collective fist bump. Jessie, on the other hand, was devouring absolutely every ounce of food. Chilis, burritos, churros, tacos, another wrapped item that apparently wasn’t a burrito, she ate it all, greatly stuffing her gut and giving her a bit of a food baby at that. Jeyo sauntered over, happily placing the check on the table for her to sign. “I hope you enjoyed your time here, and I hope that your next experience in the bathroom is more accommodating for you. “I’m sure it will be~ Mmmf, this was an amazing meal for its price.” She paid and stood up, her seat steaming with the cruel gas bombs she unloaded while eating. Jeyo took the check and walked back to the other chefs, holding up his fingers and counting down from 5. 4. Jessie walked down the entrance aisle. 3. Jessie exited the restaurant. 2. Jessie was now out of the boundary of the restaurant's property. 1. SBLOORRRLLALSHRALLLALPLT! Even from inside the restaurant the staff could hear and almost feel the sloppy, wet burst of wind happening several meters away from the building as Jessie’s ass lost all sense of control. Her gas echoed into the night of the city “WHAT THE HELL!? Ugh!” BLLARALLKLCLK “B-Bathroom!” BLLOORLLSHKT! “Now!” Firing off similar farts as she stumbled and stepped she ran to the restaurant, pulling on the door handle to find it was locked. “What?! No! Ah!” FFFLARRALBLUBLBLB-BLB- “Oh no…” The long gusting fart, dripping with wetness, abruptly stopped, her ass clogged with impending doom. She carefully walked away, looking around desperately. If she didn’t find a bathroom soon, she was shit herself. Badly. Even if the restaurant was open, she would have just been shitting onto likely still warm mountain she deposited there earlier. Jessie trod carefully, making sure not to use energy for anything but holding her massive load back. She looked around, seeing lights on in stores but only people cleaning. Stores were closed, doors were locked, and Jessie had nowhere to shit. She began to panic. BLFRRRRAAAAALLBPT Long and low her final nonsolid release from her ass slid out, hot, wet, and smelling strongly of the unholy flood she needed to unleash. If there was anyone outside around her they wouldn’t be conscious for long. “Rrrgh, I wish I was doing this in there with those scheming chefs! How dare they! Oh, I swear they’ll get a piece of my mind- the outhouse!” Jessie, as safely as she could, dashed out. She remembered a few days prior she took a dump in a public outhouse that, while out of order, got the job done, better than a standard toilet could of course. Even if it was out of order still, it was the best option she had. After turning one more corner, she saw it. Her salvation just a few more steps away. Still out of order, but she could see it was unlocked. Her stomach could hold no more, she grit her teeth as the door opened up, the current smell inside nothing compared to what was about to happen as she pulled off her skirt, sat down, and moaned in sweet relief. SPLLK-GLOGLOGLOOLSH-GLROLLSHLLRALLBLP- The floodgates opened violently, her plump cheeks blasting a spark of wet sludge before the lahar of hot, gloppy, goopy shit blasted out of her like a shotgun filled with boulders of clay, the poor outhouse rattling with every impact of her heaving dung, and the pile below her kept growing as she panted, her legs stretching out as she let out the biggest shit she’s ever had in a long time. -BLORORAALLBLRAAALCKLAKL- It was like a car passing by playing music on full volume as the bass rattled the streets, but it was Jessie’s ass firing at full power inside the tank of the outdoor toilet. The solids were making way for her bubbling, powerful gas, fart blowing directing into the pit below as chunks and logs still slipped out of her as the avalanche never ceased. She could hear the echoing get smaller and smaller, her shit was filling this outhouse up. “Come on! I just have a bit more!” she begged, her ass blowing out its final cries. -RAALK-PLORP-PLRALP-PLK! And soon, after 3 minutes of nonstop slop launching from her ass and thumping the block, her final sickeningly wet farts shot out the last of her sludge before she could truly lay back and relax. It was over. “Oh… Oh, those damn chefs will pay… Just wait, you hear me!” she shouted out in anger to the skies. “I’ll do to your restaurant what I did to your toilet! Ugh!” She leaned to the side for balance, sighing and reaching for the toilet paper… the paper that wasn’t there. “No...UGGGGH! OF ALL THINGS! WHY CAN’T THIS CITY DO ANYTHING RIGHT! Can I have a bathroom that just works! No toilet paper! The nerve!” |
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