My Shitting Addiction

I shit my pants at school today. Plus it was really hot out and I started to sweat. I’m 16 years old and I’m 277lbs so I sweat really easily. Plus my face is greasy and I have huge man tits. And I wear lame clothes that make me look like a loser. Anyway I was sitting next to this really hot chick when I was trying to squeeze my ass cheeks together to try not to fart. I didn’t have the strength to hold it. But it wasn’t a fart that came out. It was warm shit butter. And it went all over my briefs. I couldn’t move. Every time I went to shift my ass, I felt the steaming pile press against my ass flesh. I started to notice a smell right away. I knew for sure the girl next to me did too. I kept eyeballing her and I noticed that she was making strange facial expressions, as if she was smelling something bad. When class was over and I stood up, I had the uncomfortable and nerve tensing feeling of shit in my pants. I could swear that when I was walking, some of the shit dripped down my baggy jeans and down my legs. Oh God, it just happened today. I hate myself. Everyone hates me. I smelled like shit through out the entire day. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself.

I probably shit at least 3 or 4 times a day. Not out of need, but desire. My insides are clean enough to eat off of. As soon as a trickle of warm shit butter enters my lower intestine, and I get that special feeling. I drop whatever I’m going and head right to my chambers. I’ll shit anywhere, even the most disgusting truck stop john covered in the stench of past bowel movements. I inhale the smell because they all tell a story. I get high just relishing in the fact that we live in a world of shit. About 24 million people are shitting at any given moment. I feel as if I’m connected to them because we are all experiencing this enlightening event. It’s the only place where I can find peace and tranquility. I think of that girl. Is she shitting too? I close my eyes. I disappear.