A few years ago i had the worst case of Diarrhea i've ever had. It just started without a warning and i had to sprint to the Toilet desperately clenching my bum hole with the force of a Junkyard Car Press. Just when it felt like the Ents finally busted the Dam to flood Sarumans Tower i slid my cheeks over the toilet and released Mordors hellish stream of muddy hot chocolate. So there i was on the toilet, finally releasing my bowels in peace. Or so i thought. See, there was one problem. It just wouldn't stop. Im sure i lost track of time but i swear i sat there for at least 15 minutes of constant slurping because it just wouldn't stop coming. Once all the Fudge was out i transformed into a Coca Cola Dispenser. But it kept coming, and coming and coming. There was a point where i questioned my very existence while my butt kept oozing Coca Cola light. After about 20 minutes i felt like i should just crumble to Dust like Professor Quirrel when his face got touched by a minor because i was sure i shouldn't have this much fluid in me. I should have died of dehydration but the sweet release of death never came.

I now was at the point of pure boredom, the shock and horror of the releasing flood just stopped while my mind drifted away. So i did what everyone would have done. I crumbled some toilet paper, plucked it in my Butt hole and went on my merry ways. Every Hour or two i would get back on the toilet, release some pressure and put back fresh toilet paper, which was fine for the moment but turned ugly pretty fast later on. The day went by and i put the last Plug for the night in me and went to bed. It was a nice relaxing sleep until i awakened in the middle of the Night. At first i wanted to go back to sleep and tried to roll on the Side. Bad mistake. I got hit by the worst wave of Pain i've ever experienced. I felt like a pumped up balloon and every movement could burst me at any moment. I tried to move my legs to slowly slither out of bed but the Chestburster inside me wanted to break through. It was at this moment i just wanted to die. If i had a gun next to my bed i would have ended it right there. People say one of the worst pain someone can experience are kidney stones so i can't really relate the two things because i never had them. But as adrenaline rushed into me i seriously just wanted to die. My stomach felt like it could bust open any moment, my intestines might as well be balloon animals. Finally i managed to gather enough strength, bite a hole in my pillow case and got my feet out of the bed. Slowly but surely i lumbered to the bathroom. It felt like an eternity, like i was travelling through a black hole and time didn't matter anymore. I opened the Door and swayed to the toilet, slowly removing the plug. I got on it just in time, the floodgates have been opened and Lucifer himself decided he wanted to use my behind as a Portal from Hell. While my anus roleplayed a defect Fire-Hydrant i let out the biggest fart i've ever witnessed in Human History. 3 minutes of the constant noise of a Foghorn later i was relieved. I finally appreciated all small things in live as i finally stopped leaking. I wiped my Bum and felt like a Phoenix that has risen out of his Ashes as i went to Bed. My poor toilet witnessed it all and now suffers from PTSD. He was never the same.

TLDR: Had severe Diarrhea, plucked up my butthole with Toilet Paper and almost bursted from the pressure in the Night.