Jason smirked as he contemplated what he could change about this guy. Curiously, he changed the sentence so that it now read, “This 22-year-old guy is pooping loudly.” and entered it in.
Suddenly the guy in front of him ripped a noisy fart, and his face flushed. “Oh, sorry dude, ‘scuse me for a minute.” Jason looked up from his phone, intrigued, but shocked as he saw Charlie popping a squat in front of him. The 22-year-old ginger seemed to be focusing as he grunted, loudly, before suddenly Jason heard more farts, a vile stench assaulting his nose. Jason wasn’t sure what he should’ve expected as he watched Charlie beginning to push, and a telltale bulge appearing in the seat of his pants.
The stench became even worse, as loud ‘BRAAAAPs’ and ‘BLOOORTCHes’ errupted from Charlie’s rear, the young man making piggish grunts, snorts, and groans, “Ugh, unf, oh fuck yeah…” He said, “Mmmph, fuck, that’s nice!” Charlie yelled as he shamelessly shit his own pants, the seat of which drooped lower and lower as he defecated in them. “Charlie… Are you pooping yourself?” Jason asked, although he knew it was a dumb question, he could hardly believe what he was seeing, but grinned anyway. Wasn’t this what he wanted after all?
Charlie huffed and groaned, “Nnngh – oh fuck yeah – Mmmph, w-what does it look like, bro?” He said with a chuckle, as his pants sagged from the weight of his apparently copious waste. “I-I’m p-pooping my pants!” He loudly declared, laughing as he continued squeezing out his thick load of crap. Jason smirked as he watched it. Charlie didn’t seem to mind just brazenly shitting himself in public, much less openly declaring it. He was doing it so loudly it was impossible for anyone in the vicinity to ignore it too.
The pile of waste was continuing to expand, and Jason could see it dripping onto the floor, spluttering farts displacing some of the muck. When his pants sagged too low, Charlie blasted a huge chunk of shit across the floor tiles, making him groan even more as sloppy wet turds snaked out of his ass, plopping onto the floor. They were dripping down his pants legs. All the while Charlie just grinned and chuckled to himself, moaning and sighing, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Eventually it seemed to cap off with an explosively loud and wet fart, his underwear loudly squishing as he shat out the last bit of it and sighed peacefully. Smiling awkwardly, Charlie began to rise, pulling his sagging pants up, which squelched as he adjusted them. There was an enormous lump in his tight pants between his legs where the rest of his shit had remained, and a small pile of brown scat scattered behind him. He grinned, “Unf, fuck that was nice! ...Anyway, what were we talking about?” He said, as if nothing had just happened. It was bizarre, but considering he had gotten him to shit himself without caring, Jason figured the app could do anything.
Jason generated another sentence, “This dirty 22-year-old jock just casually shit himself.” Surprisingly descriptive, he had a lot of options to go with it.