Retribution

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
A disturbing yet humorous look at the worst bowel movement in the history of man.
(A "one to ten" is when someone thinks of a number between one and ten and dares another to do something undesirable. "One to ten you do...this". That person being dared guesses a number between one and ten and if that matches the original number, then they have to do it. If not, then there will be disastrous consequences.)

Submitted: October 03, 2014

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As I’ve heard it been said before, “I know what it’s like to vomit… and I know what it’s like to drop a large one… now I know I know what it’s like to vomit out of the anus.” The sound that emitted from the doomed porcelain palace was reminiscent of the stickiest, the runniest, and the most violent volcano explosion ever. Many a human being would be incapable of comprehending such a thing… but rest assured… it is one hundred percent accurate.

I was afraid to look and see the aftermath. The sick fumes murdered my nostrils and boiled my eyes but I moved forward anyway. As I slowly leaned off to the side to peek a look, I felt my heart stop. My first thought was… no… I actually tried to convince myself that mom had repainted the toilet. The entire thing was coated with the smeared and violently ugly juices of my hind side. It permeated the water, painted the bowl, and smeared all over the seat.

I felt lightheaded. I didn’t even know what to believe. I didn’t even know what to feel! I was thrust through a raging ball of emotion that brought about mood swings worse than any I had experienced on any level. I lapsed into terrible tremors, racked with fear and disdain, exploded outward, all the while screaming and crying at my tortured predicament. I watched in horror as the walls and my clothes were caked in the never-ending waterfall of ass murdering lava.

All of the sudden, I began to cough and choke. True lightheadedness lapsed over me and I honestly felt myself float away from my body and suddenly rush back. The mephitic fumes of the sick anus juices had begun to permeate my senses and were now moving on to my body as a whole. I began to look down at my shorts, afraid to see what could be happening to them. I almost believed I would see the tattered remains of my shorts as the acid juices ate it away. To my relief, they were still intact… But that was when I realized that I would be better off losing the shorts that way. How many toxic waste facilities do you know of?

I took a deep breath. The raging storm had finally reached its calm. And I began to cry… sob. It was the most emotional moment of my life, I felt. My rectum was numb and my fingers burned as I wiped, but I knew the worst was over.

Only one thought entered my mind at that moment and it lingered for a long time. I couldn’t accept it… but nor could I deny it! Only one thing rang true… I would never turn down a loss at “one to ten” ever again.


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