Krystal sat on the toilet, she was constipated again.
But this time it was REALLY bad.
Her bloated bell, full of poo and gas was rumbling every five seconds due to the fullness of it, and she was pushing as hard as she could but to no avail. She needed help, and lots of it.
She needed someone to encourage her to strain it out.
She needed somebody to rub her stomach forcefully and stimulate her to push it on out.
She really needed help this time.
"Is there anyone home?!" She yelled.