You wake up. Time to start the morning. 9:00AM. Alarm clock's blaring, you press the snooze button.
You wake up. Time to start the morning. 9:05AM. You push the sleep button.
You wake up. Time to start the morning. 9:15AM. You hit the alarm.
You wake up. Don't really know what time it is, your alarm is broken for some reason. Don't really want to drag yourself out of bed on a Saturday, but you'll feel like crap if you don't.
You pour a bowl of cereal. Crunchy Flakes. They're like Frosted Flakes, but they taste like cardboard and cost about a dollar less. You're too tired to care what they taste like. That's why you didn't spend the extra dollar.
You throw cold water in your face. Don't feel like showering today. Don't feel like doing anything. On second thought, you do feel like taking a dump. You sit on the toilet, and have the least satisfying squat of your life. Then it feels like you have the most satisfying one of your life. In reverse.
You jump from your throne and look behind you but don't manage to break the flow. Whatever's shooting its way up your ass, it's thick and brown. Figures. It's too shiny for feces... might be some kind of weird backwards diarrhea... and it has opened the flood gates. In reverse.
You fall onto the floor. You're wide awake now, but it doesn't matter. The crap (not literally, you don't think, but maybe) is shooting in an arch that starts at the toilet and ends in your rear. It's not pleasant, not at all, and it just refuses to stop. You can't roll over, it holds you with your butt facing the toilet. You can't crawl away, it just pulls you back. It's shooting into you and holding on to you at the same time, and it's the most violating thing you've ever felt. Not in reverse, either. You definitely don't think whatever's on the other end minds as much as you do, given that it's STILL going.
The flow stops. Your bathroom looks clean, your toilet looks pristine. It's all just like it was before that happened. You aren't. All that brown shit (you REALLY have to stop using words like that to describe this) had to go somewhere, and it went into your gut. Yeah, something that came out of your toilet ended up in your stomach. Not just a bit of it, either - "pregnant" would be the best word you could use to describe the shape and size, but it'd take quadruplets to fill out that kind of space. It's kind of jiggly, and it wiggles when you move. You can feel the stuff swishing around in it. Gross.
You know what just happened. You'd rather not think about it. It's done and over with, no point dwelling. All that matters at this point is one thing: is that stuff coming out the back end, or is it coming out the front?