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From the very beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her screaming at this guy, saying that it has got to do with family constipation, & that the girl will have to smash her head against the wall for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.

Due to family's pressure, the couple danced naked very often. Though the girl loved to poop on the guy deeply, she always asked him: "How deep is your love to poop on me?" As the guy is not good with his diarrhea, this often caused the girl to be very frog like. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vents her anger on him. As for him, he only endured it in the toilet.

After a couple of years, the guy finally pulled his pants down and decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he bit the ankle of the girl.

"I'm not very good with diarrhea. But all I know is that I love to poop on you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you vomit on my head?" The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get naked and paint each other’s toe nails. So before he left, they got crunchy constipation. The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love to poop on each other’s head through emails & phone calls. Though it was hard, but both never thought of giving up.

One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realized that she was badly injured. Seeing her mom crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a burp. She had lost her favorite belt that had red coffee stains on it....

The doctor says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her favorite belt that had red coffee stains on it. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides the toilet flushing,..it's still just the toilet flushing that accompanied her.

Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her butt cheek every time it rang.

She does not wish to let the guy know & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.

With that, she sent the kidney stone back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of replies, countless phone calls,. . all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying.... The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.

With a new environment, the girl learns to pee out of her nose & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.

A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing a invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her.

He used sign language to tell her "I've spent a year to learn to pee out of my nose. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your favorite belt that had red coffee stains on it. I love to poop on you." With that, he slipped the kidney stone into her mouth and walked around her. He then chased her like a cat and mouse game. He was the cat and she was the mouse. 


 

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