Double Trouble - Abbys Fruity Thick Turd

Abby is in double trouble today. Not only is she feeling the urge to empty her bowels but she also has two fruits contributing to the bulk and sweetness of her load. The first fruit she indulged in was a juicy, ripe peach. Its fuzzy skin and succulent flesh made it irresistible to Abby's taste buds. After polishing off the entire piece, she felt the warm, sticky gloop coating her insides. The second fruit was a tangy orange, squeezed fresh from its citrusy goodness. As the vitamin C filled her system, so too did the oils and fruit pulp that would later make up the core of her turd. Now with both of these delicious fruits working their way through her digestive system, Abby begins to feel the telltale signs of an imminent dump. Her stomach churns and gurgles as it prepares to expel its contents. She grips her sides, trying to find some relief from the pressure building up inside. The aroma of fermented fruit wafts from her body; a heady, intoxicating scent that tickles her nostrils and makes her heart race. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Abby makes her way to the bathroom. She stands over the toilet, her legs shaking with anticipation. With a low moan, she leans forward and presses her hand against her abdomen. The bulging mass within grinds against her palm in time with her breathing. She clenches her ass cheeks together, trying to contain the squelching waves of feces that ripple toward her ass. With one last push, Abby releases her bowels to the sound of a powerful fart. The peach and orange chunks burst from her like a water balloon, splattering against the inside of the toilet bowl in a fruity mess. The thick, brown turd slowly oozes out behind it, coating the inside of the bowl in a layer of hot, syrupy shit. The combined scent of fresh fruit and warm shit fills the room, causing Abby's head to spin with arousal. As she finishes her business, Abby takes a moment to admire the double trouble she's created. Two fruits, melded together in the sticky perfection of her pile. She can't wait to show it off, proud of the effort it took to create such a delicious looking mess. With one last glance over her shoulder, she flushes the toilet, sending the peaches and cream orange chunks swirling down the drain.