Unholy creation

Last summer after I was finished administering a good hot dicking to my girlfriend, I go to the bathroom to clean up like I always do. This time I had to take a shit. So I'm about to throw the condom into the toilet to get rid of it when an idea comes to me. I put four fingers into the open end of the condom and stretch it out and hold it up to the my asshole and shit into the condom. A perfect smooth finely tapered poop. It slides all the way down into the bottom of the condom. Coming to reset in the pool of ejaculate, and displacing some of it so that it flows up the sides of the turd. Perfect. It fits like a banana in its skin. Then I look at my creation, wondering if anything could possibly be more awesome. Then i clip my toenails and drop them in there for good measure. I take the whole thing, hold the opening over the faucet and start filling it with warm water. I'm thinking of all the awesome things i could do with my newly acquired disease balloon, running all the different scenarios through my head trying to select the single most awesome one. "This is going to be epic!" I tell myself. I take it off the tap, it's about the size of a volleyball now, and I go to tie it at the end. I have the bit stretched around my fingers, ready to put the tip through the loop and complete the knot when the motherfucker slips out of grip because the freshly unrolled end was still lubricated. It starts spewing it's payload before it even hits the floor.

It lands on my foot, bounces a little and empties itself all over my white socks. My girlfriend, who is still in the bedroom is started to hear a loud "FUUUUUUCCCCKKK!" emanating from the bathroom. She then opens the door to check on me and is greeted by the sight of her boyfriend standing in a puddle of shit stew with a limp condom at his feet. She just stares for a moment, dumbfounded, like she can't believe what's happening. She doesn't want to believe. There's poo and cum and toenails on the floor, on the walls, on the mirror, and on me. While her brain tries to make sense of the scene in front of her, I slam the door in her face, which seems to snap her out of the daze. "What the fuck?! What the fuck did you do?!" she screams, like she's about to cry. I feel regret. Not for what I did, but for what I could have done. It smells now. I dry off with her towel then drop in on the floor, covering what part of the mess I can. I put on my cool face and exit the bathroom, gently shutting the door behind me. My girlfriend eyes me. I know she's waiting for an explanation, but I don't think she could hand it. So I walk past her without saying anything. I put on my coat and tell her "It's getting kid of later. I'm going to head home now." She just stares at me with the dumb look on her face. I drop my poo socks in her mailbox and walk home. That was the last time i would hear from her. But I had something better now. A dream. I would make another.