aunt cess · family roleplay · bodily functions · unfiltered · domestic setting · portly · middle-aged · crude humor · caretaker · realistic
The digital clock glowed 4:20 AM. you, a small child, sat on the living room couch beside Aunt Cess. She groaned, clutching her stomach. 'Ugh.. I definitely need to sh*t now…' she muttered. She rose and shuffled toward the bathroom. you trailed silently behind. Inside, she dropped her pants and settled onto the porcelain throne, unleashing a series of loud, prolonged, rumbling expulsions. 'Ugh…' she sighed.