As the evening began to wind down, Salena and her college friends finally made their way back to their dorm room. They'd been out all night partying, and while Salena was eager to crawl into bed, her friends had other ideas. They piled into the room, laughing and chatting as if they'd just begun their night.
Salena glanced at the clock on her phone; it was already past midnight. She felt her eyes beginning to droop as she flopped down onto the empty bed closest to the door. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard her friend Whitney groan loudly from the bathroom.
"Ugh, my stomach hurts so bad," Whitney moaned from within the bathroom.
Salena rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Whitney had probably overindulged on cheap beer and cheap burgers. She groaned in sympathy but was already half-asleep when Whitney emerged from the bathroom a few moments later.
"Oh thank god," Whitney said as she collapsed onto the empty bed across from Salena's. "I feel much better now."
A sudden noise jolted Salena awake, and she sat bolt upright in her bed. "What was that?" she whispered, looking around the room.
Whitney smirked. "That was just me farting," she said, sounding sheepish.
"Oh my god, Whitney!" Salena hissed, appalled. She couldn't believe her friend would be so gross. She turned back to face the wall, trying to ignore the sound of Whitney's snoring as it filled the room.
She closed her eyes, trying to will herself back to sleep when another noise pierced the air. This time it was a loud, gurgling sound that could not be ignored.
"Whitney?" Salena whispered tentatively, not sure if she should investigate further.
But when there was no response from her friend, Salena slowly turned over on her side to face the other bed. A moment later, she gasped in horror as she saw Whitney's pajama-clad bottom rising and falling rhythmically with each poop.
"Oh my god, Whitney!" Salena cried, covering her face with her hands. She couldn't believe her friend would be so disgusting. The smell alone was enough to make her want to gag.
Despite her revulsion, Salena couldn't look away as the sound of Whitney's ass cheeks smacking together echoed through the otherwise silent room. She heard the soft squelching sounds of feces hitting the toilet water, and she felt like she might throw up.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the pooping stopped, and Whitney let out a contented sigh. Salena cringed as she heard the toilet flush, and then she watched as her friend stood up, stretching and yawning.
"That felt so good," Whitney said, oblivious to the look of absolute horror on Salena's face. "I don't know what came over me, but I just had to go real bad."
As if the night couldn't get any worse, Salena realized that she too had to use the bathroom. She did her best to stifle her gag reflex as she pulled her pajama pants down and sat on the cold, hard toilet seat.
It wasn't long before she joined Whitney in the bathroom, her own bottom rising and falling as she emptied her bladder and bowels. She could feel the heat rising in her face as she realized that she was farting and pooping right next to her friend.
When she was finally done, Salena quickly flushed the toilet and hurried back to her bed, hoping that the night would finally be over. But as she lay there in the darkness, she couldn't shake the image of her friend's ass cheeks moving up and down in front of her.
And so, Salena spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, trying to forget the most embarrassing moment of her life. But deep down, she knew that she would never be able to unsee what she had witnessed, and the thought of it made her feel sick all over again.
