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Love In The Trenches

... turd started to thicken and bloat, no doubt as more shit came piling in on top of it. My complete body became immersed into the sticky mass and I couldn’t breathe at all. Then I felt the floor beneath me slowly give way and the next thing I knew I was sliding out of my mother’s asshole imbedded in a huge turd. I managed to pull my head from the shit and took in large gulps of air. I was dangling high above a pool of water of what seemed to be the inside of a toilet bowl. Above me, I saw the wide bottom of my mother’s ass, from which the turd I was hanging on to was slowly emerging. It was a long drop down into the water, and I immediately sank to the bottom of the bowl before the turd slowly floated up. I jerked and twisted to free myself and swam up to the surface. High above I saw a second turd growing between my mother’s ass cheeks, and I swam to the side before it could take me under as it came crashing down, causing a huge splash that sent me sliding up and around the white walls of the bowl. It floated up after a short while and I hung on to it for dear life. Two more turds came crashing down before the waters around me calmed down. The bowl lit up with a bright light, and I saw my mother’s ass lifting up into the heights above. Her head appeared over the rim of the seat where her ass had been before, her hair hanging down along her face. She was looking down at me and laughing. ‘Look at you now. See? I told you, you’re nothing but a useless piece of shit. And you know ...

... what happens to shit in a toilet bowl, don’t you? Can’t have you swimming around here stinking up the place, now can we?’ Her laughter reverberated inside the bowl again. The face disappeared and I saw her hand reach for the flushing handle. She was still looking down at me and laughing. Water started rushing into the bowl with a loud roar and I was pulled into a wild vortex of brown water and lumpy turds bumping into me, pushing me under, swirling around and around ever faster. The last thing I heard was the happy sing-song from my mother: ‘Peter is a tu-urd, a dirty stinking tu-urd.’ Chapter II: ‘You need a fat horny woman to rattle your bones.’ I woke up with a jolt and for a moment I didn’t know where I was. The TV was spitting out a stream of colourful images which I feverishly tried to connect to a memory of myself, but failed. Then it all came back in a rush, and the realization of my reality plunged me once again into a sadness that had become a customary ingredient of my new life. It was six months since my wife of seven years had left me. The divorce had been nasty and left me on the brink of bankruptcy. We were childless, but losing her had been devastating and I’d not contested any of her outrageous financial demands. She’d kept the house and left me the car she’d crashed in one of her mad bouts. I had moved into this crummy one-bedroom apartment on the far end of town, which was all I could afford. Later I learned she had been fucking her yoga teacher for over a ...