>Be 24 year old me.
>Finished uni, got a job, got a place, got a girlfriend.
>Yeah, I'm the big man.
>Coming up to Christmas time.
>Girlfriend says ”Hey Anon, my parents want to know if we want to spend Christmas with them.”
>Girlfriend’s parents are rich.
>”Sure, why not, Femanon.”
>Dive up there Christmas eve.
>Massive house. All the food and drink you can imagine.
>Her parents are even pretty cool.
>Christmas day, indulge myself heavily. Too much food, too much drink.
>Hey, it’s Christmas.
>Go to bed, sleep soundly until I hear a tap on the door.
>Girlfriend gets up, it’s her mum.
>”Do you anons want to come shopping? We’re going to the sales.”
>Nah, we stay put.
>Hear them drive away.
>Girlfriend slips back into bed with me.
>“Anon… Why don’t we have a shower together….”
>”Hmm, I’m a bit tired and hungover.”
>She’s tracing a finger down my chest.
>”But Anon… the main bathroom is brand new. There’s a huge bath and shower, and we’re all alone.”
>Body says no, but noodle says yes as she starts stroking it.
>ahwhathtehell?
>She bounces out of bed and dashes to the bathroom.
>I hear the water come on, drag my sorry self through there.
>She’s already under the water, soaping her little tits, wet red hair cascading over her shoulders.
>OK, this was a good idea.
>Step under the water.
>feelsgoodman.
>Girlfriend is rubbing soap all over my body, paying particular attend to my dong.
>Rock hard.
>Hmm. Need to fart. The shower is pretty noisy. Doesn’t feel like a big one.
>I can get away with this.
>Discreetly let go.
>MFW a torrent of liquid sh*t erupts from my anus with the force of a thousand tsunamis.
>Sprays up the wall, over the taps, over the bottles of shampoo.
>Everywhere.
>The silence is only broken by the sound of the shower.
>And my anus emitting a sound like a strangled duck, followed by the ‘plop’ of a lump of solid turd hitting the bath.
>What the hell? Girlfriend has stop playing with my noodle.
>Her hand is over her mouth.
>As the brown tide approaches her feet, i can see her starting to heave.
>I try to back away.
>The brown water is now washing over her feet.
>She starts to hurl.
>That hand is not going to be an effective barrier.
>I start retching too.
>As she vomits, her hand just diffuses the flow, spray her vomit everywhere,
>This sets me off, I lower my head and throw up into the bath.
>Girlfriend is crying.
>I detach the shower head and start sluicing her off.
>Unfortunately the drain is now clogged and we’re standing in an ever rising bath of feces and vomit.
>Manage to clean her up enough to let her go use another shower.
>I spend and hour unblocking the drain and trying to wash turds of the brand new tiling.
>The rest of Christmas was somewhat subdued.