/lit/ - Literature

On a night just as any other, spent doing nothing. Lazily stumbling towards the bathroom, this is where we meet our protagonist. A bent-over man of middling height and sizable gut. After chugging down his daily six-pack of Bud Light, he was ready to take a piss. Not just any ordinary, run of the mill piss however. This was going to be a big one he could tell. Busting his way through the swinging double doors, they clacked loudly against the wall. Our character situated himself in front of the toilet and began to prepare himself for the deed. After fumbling with his belt for a longer time than one would expect, he dropped his trousers to the floor and squatted upon his golden throne. With this final action, he had just unknowingly condemned himself to an unusual fate. It began as always, taking a time to get the pipes flowing, and from there the stream quickly crescendoing into a deluge. Subtlety taking note of the ferocity of the stream, the man pondered nothing in particular. It wasn't until a good two minutes later, the stream still unabatedly flowing, that the man first noticed something was amiss. But quickly placating any unease, he dismissed it as just an unusually large bladder. However, three minutes later there were no signs of it subsiding any time soon. Attempting to cut it off, he flexed his pelvic muscles, but to no avail. To hell with it he thought as he tried to stand up only to realize that he could no longer stand. It was as if he was glued to the seat, his lower body no longer under his command. Thirty minutes and there was no longer any semblance of structured thought occuring. Running through his mind at a million miles an hour, was only white hot fear. But as the hours dragged on, the fear faded away as his body impossibly continued to vacate its bladder. No longer capable of enough thought to be afraid, his body slowly withered away in front of him.