(COMM) the sweet relief of Sarvente

Sarvente was enjoying a peaceful sleep in her church dormitory when she was suddenly awakened by a nagging feeling in her stomach. With her eyes half open, she recalled the meal she had eaten the night before and realized that it could be the cause of her discomfort. However, laziness dominated her and she was reluctant to get up.

Deciding to relieve some of the pressure he felt, Sarvente decided to just lift his butt off the bed and let out a small fart. The sound was light, barely audible, but before she could feel relief, a second fart escaped, this time more sudden and louder, making her wince in surprise.

It was then that the truth dawned: there was more to come. Sarvente finally gave in to the need and, in a hurry, got up and hurried to the bathroom. The path there seemed endless, and with each step the urge to let go became more urgent.

Finally, after a tortuous journey, Sarvente reached the bathroom. Wasting no time, she quickly sat down on the toilet, feeling the pressure in her stomach reach its peak. Relief was imminent. And then, unceremoniously, an endless stream of waste began pouring out of her.

It was like there was no end to that flow. Sarvente was both horrified and grateful for the release these massive logs gave her. Each new wave of excrement that left his body was a step towards relief, a moment of purification.

After a considerable time, the flow finally ceased. Sarvente remained seated, feeling drained and relieved at the same time. The bathroom was plunged into a momentary silence, broken only by the sounds of her own ass, which was still letting out a few wet farts.

Sarvente then got up from the toilet, feeling lighter and refreshed. He cleaned himself carefully and looked back, admiring the damage he had left in the toilet bowl. She couldn't help but smile, knowing that, despite everything, that moment had provided much-needed relief.