A shiver went down my spine. The time had come. I couldn't hold out any longer. Sally had to come out.
I had grown fond of Sally. During my rectal pregnancy, my stomach always felt nice. The occasional kick and the faint sound echoing from my anus -- she was letting me know she was okay. The daily skidmarks in my boxers showed she was alive and well. The poo dust fermenting on my underwear showed great signs of life.
I wondered how we could capture this beautiful moment. I wanted to frame the feeling forever. She took my heart and held it in her hands. I was falling in love with my growing child and I could no longer control it.
I visited the toilet sixteen times today. Each time I conjured up urine and walked away. Like an incontinent before a blind date, I was a nervous wreck. I wiped anyway, to catch a glimpse of her; but no sign of anything.
Half an hour ago, she gave an agonizing call. I ran to the toilet. The skidmarks were there. Not the usual dull stains, but tiny masses of her flesh. Sally was ready to come out.
I braced myself. Fighting back tears, I squeezed my baby through that hole. Unlike those before her, she was gentle. She massaged all sides on the way out. She was kind to me. I hated squeezing her. I felt like I was strangling her, but I had to. No way could I let her live through the misery of the sewers.
I clenched my buttocks. I heard a yelp and heard her dismembered head hit the water. I had to go on. I could not leave the rest of her whole, in case the head regenerated.
Three more times I mutilated my baby. Each clench of the buttock was followed by a sickening crush. I had murdered my poo.
I looked down the toilet at what I saw. Floating at the top of the water was Sally. My darling Sally, in five pieces. The water turning brown as her lifeless body bled. I couldn't look any moreā¦the presents she had left on my anus needed to be removed.
I could not live with this guilt. Five, ten, fifteen pieces of toilet paper were frantically used to scrape off what was now the only evidence of Sally ever being mine. I longed to hold her one more time, but I knew it was too late.
There will be more in the future, but Sally was special. She was the only one who ever cared back and showed love for me. I love my Sally, but she would want me to carry on.
Sally, I will never forget you.