I had a big but normal poop at first and thought it was over. Nope, my two hours of horror were just beginning. At first my stomach felt like there was glass going through it and I started sweating like a bull. It's difficult to explain the sensation but I felt the worst I ever had in my life. I started shifting on the toilet to make the pain go away but to no avail. I shit out some liquid like stool, wiped, then removed myself from the bathroom to lie down feeling like I was dying. I returned to the toilet and shit out a pile of disconnected goo. It was larger than the shit I had before which wasn't small and smelled foul. Now wiping resulted in nothing but oily residue. Still feeling like hell I stripped all my clothes off and lay down on the floor. I started berating myself for my impulsive and unhealthy eating habits and asking god for mercy. I was in such pain that I felt like I was dying and every time I tried to get up my body forced itself back down. After a half hour of this brutal ordeal I gathered my strength moved to the couch. Had my parents come down to check on me I doubt I would have moved to cover myself due to the pain I was in. After what felt like eons I felt better and checked on my masterpiece. Surely it would clog the toilet if I flushed, plus I didn't want to wake my parents up. It looked bigger and smelled worse than any shit I had before which is saying something. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom in anticipation of what my mother would do upon seeing the mess I had left for her. As I lay in bed I said to myself, "no more sugary food ever again" knowing that my torturous experience would not change my dining habits one iota. I gained a newfound appreciation for those with diarrhea in the third world as well as people detained in prisons. I imagined the horror scenario of such a shit happening in school or in the car, or even worse in somebody else's home. Man my life is shit.