Imagine her on the piss. She gets plastered on everything, taking a particular liking to stouts & dark ales. During the night she eats McDonalds for dinner, (fk vegan when drunk af ya know?) After her night of drinking she eats a kebab at 4am. She gets home devouring some broccoli.

She wakes in the morning touching cloth. A poo is already awake, rubbing itself on her panties. She hobbles to the toilet, holding her guts. She struggles to contain the tidal wave of turd lapping against the shores of her inner poohole. A few risky farts are squeezed out, so thick they linger. The air has a brown hue to it as she breathes back in her poop, coating her lungs. She shivers at the ripe smell. Now, the moment has arrived. Her ass waters have broken, her pink anus dilates & the grog bog is ready.

Before sitting down on the shitter, the stew starts flying out prematurely onto tiled floor. After slipping on her liquid shit & getting faeces in between her toes she managers to crawl to the toilet. She paints the entire bowl brown. Her legs shake. It comes out of her like thick pumpkin soup. Chunks are flying, full of corn. There is so much some splashes back up between her smooth white butt & the toilet seat. It hits the ground. Her ass prolapses. She is sure there is blood in the bowl. The ripe smell is nothing like you've ever imagined. It gets thicker with each pulsating action of her anus. Tonnes of waste Explode from her little pink anus. The hole is red raw from the amount of waste projecting from her body.
Without wiping she returns to bed where I wait. She lowers her dirty bum on my face & the remnants of poop drip into my mouth and up my nostrils. I can see her butthole winking at me as it tries to regain strength. The Greta Thunberg farts & a nug flies into my mouth. I choke on the ecstacy of the moment, knowing how jealous /pol/ would be of me.
For good measure I piss all over myself, gently dozing off with the sounds of Greta's guts gurgling next to me.