Bowel explostion with feathery vines.

FRONDS.

My god this is not serving me...only members of the community I dont see how I directly profit from...hmmm

I was 23 days into a colon cleanse that I had read about on Frequency 23. I did not realize it was real until they actually asked my for my credit card. I still wonder what made me think I was going to actually be able to photograph one of the stange shrimp that were living in my bowel. I knew it was like those damed Sea Monkeys I sent away for when I was a kid. But I did it anyway and like I did with the lame ass Sea Monkeys I faithfully followed the directions.

23 days of strange turds and the worst gas I have ever smelled. I was offended that I could not enjoy the smell of my own farts. I was miffed this product had not delivered a shrimp for Titans contest and now it had deprived me of that sweet smell of my own passed gas.

23 days and I had no idea what to expect next. I thought is was a fart. I had learned the hard way to fart with my pants down over the toliet. I was not prepared for what happened next.

I felt a fullness in my solarplexus, like I wanted to puke and shit at the same time in a spasm. I tried to control myself and relax. As I relaxed my spincter the soft ooze of gas was released bringing an instant sense of relief.

This quickly changed when after a few of the unusual turds I was used to I farted out feathery vines that wrapped themselves down my naked legs to my ankles. I could see them root into my legs but could not feel any pain. Opposite I was getting a huge erection, oddly large and growing like a flower bulb. But it felt so freaking great I wanted it to explode.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I could still hear myself saying,

"OOh God! The shame the guilt. To have these painfully foul explostions in public. The dark gurlgeing sound, like a world of filth belching up from a cancer stuffed hell, oh fuck, why me? Then to have those tendrils of feathery vines trickle upwards to pollute the atmosphere for years after I am gone. What a legacy of shame for me!"

But distracted by my engorged member that was pulseing like a meaty flower stem with a pink bud ready to burst, I did not see that the vines were gripping my legs and pulling. It was pulling itself out of my ass. I was in oblivion and all smiles. When it pulled out it's head it had one sort of glowing eye inside what seemed to be its mouth. It was like a flower with an eye in the center of the petals. I was amazed and my spine was arched like an English bow. I did not realize I was bleeding out of my anus. I was delighted to see the eye hover above my swollen flower bud. A tiny drop of glistening sap emerged from the tip of my swollen bud. The eight petals of the creature gave me a suggestive wink and then formed a mouth and with eight lips and tounges caressed by trembling sex organ.

Electric tingles shoot through me like I was a hollow tube. The creature pulls back its flower face and extends its petals in eager anticipation. I look at my cock...no longer a cock but a seed pod with eight green veins that bulge in a vesica. Horror and Orgasms grip me as the head of what was once my penis explodes tiny feathery seeds into the face of the hungry flower. My biological function having been completed everything goes black I slump to the floor a used up bag of refuse.