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Like the goddess she was, Bazi recognized the distress in her pudgiest son's face and came to the rescue. He whimpered pathetically as she went to work trying to coax the poopy out of his bum. He strained again while she assisted, but for the first few seconds, it seemed that his butt just wasn't going to let go of its treasures. Finally, with an impassioned grunt, he felt his bowels grant him that sweet, sweet release.

Like a balloon deflating, Whit felt the pressure in his belly ease. He gave a contented sigh then, heedless of whatever terrible situation he'd left his mother in behind him.