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The walls echoed with laughter and chit-chat as the Jets entered an abandoned diner through a broken window. Riff and some of the others headed for the bathroom at the back. For some reason, the plumbing and electricity had not been turned off when this place went out of business, making it their preferred place to relieve themselves.
Mouthpiece slid himself into a booth and waited with the other Jets for his turn which he hoped would come soon. A dull ache in his stomach had been weighing him down all morning and he was eager to get rid of it.
When Riff and A-Rab returned, Mouthpiece got up as fast as he could without appearing too eager. Diesel joined him and together, they made their way to the men's room.
To Mouthpiece's disappointment, all three of the toilet stalls were still in use. He approached one of the two free urinals and was at least able to take care of one need.
The conversation amongst the boys had never ceased, only separated from that of the main group outside. Mouthpiece recognized Ice, Action, and Skink's voices as they joked with each other from their respective toilet stalls. He joined in on the fun along with Diesel until finally, he heard a toilet flush.
The door to the middle stall opened as Ice stepped out. Mouthpiece waited to see if Diesel would claim it but when his friend made no move to do so, he seized his opportunity and swiftly went inside.
Taking a seat, Mouthpiece relaxed with a quiet sigh. He carried on talking with the guys while he waited for his load to drop. Nothing moved right away so he gave a gentle, silent push to let his body know that it was time to take care of business. His abdominal muscles definitely pushed against something, but they were unable to move it any further. He pushed again, this time a little harder. The mass shifted ever so slightly but it was being stubborn.
As the others finished up one by one, the bathroom was soon occupied by a new round of Jets—Little Moly, Tiger, Baby John, and Snowboy—who kept up the conversation they had inherited. Mouthpiece withdrew from it just long enough to attempt another firm push that lasted several seconds. The mass in his colon inched slowly towards its exit but stopped when he ran out of air. “Nnnh!” A small grunt escaped his lips, making him panic. Thankfully though, no one seemed to hear it over all the blabber.
Mouthpiece tried to keep his progress going while still participating in the conversation but it was proving to be difficult when each of his pushes had to end prematurely so that he could chime in.
Time passed without any new developments. The ache in Mouthpiece's stomach had grown to an uncomfortable degree. Removing himself from the conversation entirely, he tried to focus. He knew he was going to have to work hard to get this out of him.
With a deep breath, he heaved another long push, biting his lip to muffle the grunt that followed it. Finally, the mass started moving again, lowering into his rectum before coming to a halt when he relaxed his abdominal muscles. Encouraged, he pushed again, sending the mass even further down. His asshole began to dilate in preparation of its release. Mouthpiece expected gravity to take over at this point but like before, the mass stopped moving when he stopped pushing.
Relief was so close, he could feel it. He balled his hands into fists and gave another strong push. It was working. The mass was slowly beginning to protrude. Mouthpiece's whole body shook from the effort as he tried to keep it moving. This was the end of it, or so he thought.
"Hey, Mouthpiece, you awake in there?" Balkan chuckled whilst kicking the door to Mouthpiece's stall.
Mouthpiece was pulled from his trance by the sudden noise, causing him to release a mangled yelp against his will. "Nnn'AUGH!" The mass remained part way out of him. Its dry texture kept it in place, creating too much friction for it to slide out on its own. The unpleasant sensation made his eyes water.
The bathroom erupted with laughter. Mouthpiece was able to attribute it to Balkan, Numbers, and Big Deal, none of whom he'd even heard come in, he'd been so distracted.
Mouthpiece tried to ignore them. He wriggled around on the seat, hoping he could dislodge the turd silently without calling any more attention to himself but it didn't work. Soon, they were all banging on his door.
"Knock it off, will ya?" Mouthpiece shouted. "I'm tryna shit!"
"What's stoppin' ya?" Big Deal challenged.
"Yeah, c'mon!" Numbers joined in. "Quit bein' a pussy and push it out already!"
Just wanting to get it over with, Mouthpiece gave in and heaved a big push, not bothering to stifle himself this time. "Nnnnnnhh!" Unsurprisingly, this resulted in more laughter. The mass moved, but only a little.
"You sound like you're givin' birth!" Big Deal teased.
"Who do ya think knocked him up?" Balkan asked the others, sending the room into hysterics.
Hot tears rolled down Mouthpiece's cheeks. He just wanted to finish this in peace.
The boys continued to pound on his door, yelling at him to push as if they were his midwives. Eventually, the pounding spread from the door to the walls on either side of his stall.
"Cut it out! Leave me alone!" Mouthpiece yelled in vain. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out their taunts as he continued to struggle with his load. "Nnnnnnnhh!"
"Hey, guys! I think the baby's comin'!" came Numbers' voice from the top of the left partition.
Mouthpiece looked up to see the fellow Jet climb over it and drop into his stall. He swung at him with his fist, then his foot, but before he could do any damage, Numbers unlocked the door and ran out, holding it open for everyone to see inside.
The three boys howled with laughter at the sight of Mouthpiece hunched over on the toilet, his face red and tear streaked.
"Alright! Uncle!" Mouthpiece pleaded, holding up his hands in surrender. It was a move that cost him a good deal of pride but he was so desperate for this to stop, he didn't care.
"You fellas hear that?" Balkan beamed. "We're gonna be uncles!"
Another wave of laughter overcame them, nearly knocking them to their knees.
"HNNNNNNNNHH!" Mouthpiece groaned, pushing hard, at a loss for what to do.
"What's all the commotion in here about?" a new voice entered the room, already laughing too. It was Riff.
"Riff, we're gonna be uncles!" Numbers proclaimed, grabbing Riff by the arm and pulling him closer. "Mouthpiece is ‘bout to give birth!"
Completely humiliated, Mouthpiece buried his head in his hands, but not before catching a quick glimpse of Riff. The smirk on the Jet leader's face fell the second he saw him. Rage flickered in his eyes.
"Hey, that's enough!" Riff yelled, silencing the others. "The man's tryna shit. How would you like it if some asshole wouldn't get outta your face while you was tryna drop a big one?"
No one answered him.
"That's what I thought," Riff continued. "Now, get out. All of ya," he commanded, pointing at the door.
"We was just messin' with him," Big Deal mumbled defensively.
"Get out!" Riff repeated.
Unable to look at anything other than the floor, Balkan, Numbers, and Big Deal exited the bathroom without another word.
As soon as he heard the door close, Mouthpiece got back to work. His asshole was sore from being held open for so long, but he was so close to relief. He just needed a couple good, uninterrupted pushes to do the trick. "Nnnnnnnnn..."
"Ya alright?" Riff asked, leaning against the doorway of the stall.
Mouthpiece couldn't stop now. He could feel Riff's eyes studying him but he sensed no judgment in their stare. While still holding his breath, he croaked out a "Yeah," along with a nod, then quickly sucked in more air through his teeth. His heart pounded in his ears as he continued to bear down. "HNNNNNNNN'UUHHH!"
Finally, the turd landed in the water with a splash.
"Alright!" Riff congratulated him.
But Mouthpiece's face remained scrunched up in concentration.
"Still got more?" Riff guessed correctly.
"Nnnnnnnnnn'yeahh," Mouthpiece replied as he pushed against the next turd. This one was just as stubborn as the first. The tip slowly emerged as he strained but stayed put when he stopped.
Taking a step into the stall, Riff placed a tentative, empathetic hand on Mouthpiece's shoulder.
Grateful, Mouthpiece flashed him a quick smile, then got back at it. With a deep breath, he heaved another long push, sending the turd out another inch. "Nnnnnnnnnnnhh!"
Riff gave his shoulder a supportive squeeze as he strained.
After a couple more pushes, the turd thudded into the toilet.
Mouthpiece still wasn't finished. He gave another lengthy push to get the next piece going. "Nnnnnnnnnnh!" Thankfully, one push was all it took. The turd plopped into the water along with the others.
This seemed to be the last of the stubborn pieces. Mouthpiece sighed with relief as a round of smaller turds fell from him without him having to push.
"That's more like it!" Riff said. "Ya must've been pretty backed up," he added after several seconds went by and the plopping hadn't ceased.
"Yeah," Mouthpiece blushed. "I, uhh... I ain't been in a few days."
"Well, if it makes ya feel any better, it's probably been about a week since I last been," Riff admitted with matching pink cheeks.
"Oh," Mouthpiece frowned, feeling bad for him.
"I'll be alright," Riff waved him off, picking up on his concern. "It'll have to come out eventually. It's kinda hard to get things done around these guys sometimes, ain't it?" he chuckled.
"Yeah," Mouthpiece sighed, knowing all too well what he meant.
"But hey," Riff's tone softened. "Don't worry 'bout 'em. I'll make sure they never try anythin' like that again."
"Thanks," Mouthpiece smiled up at him.
At some point, the plopping had stopped and now, Mouthpiece's system felt completely empty at last. Riff found something to stare at on the far wall so that he could wipe himself in private.
Mouthpiece winced as the cheap toilet paper made contact with his sore anus. Once finished, he redressed and met Riff at the sinks.
A wave of nerves rose in Mouthpiece's chest as the two left the bathroom to rejoin the others, but it was soon quelled by the feeling of Riff's arm wrapping around his shoulders as they walked.