Bernardo Chavoulert

I'm just a bisexual Latin American guy who decided to air his stories about his spanking and toilet fantasies. ✍🏻🚽🩴

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Beyond the Horizon: The Quest for Freedom (English version)

Warning: this story was originally written in Portuguese. This version (in English) was translated directly by a translation website, so I apologize if anything sounds incomprehensible to you. It was the most I could do to try to democratize this story. Hope you like it. Thanks!

Warning 2: THIS STORY CONTAINS ELEMENTS BASED ON REAL FACTS

PROLOGUE

The life of a foreigner, especially an exchange student, can be challenging, especially in those countries that have a culture completely different from your home country. Felipe discovered this in the worst possible way when, at the age of 17, he went on exchange to Japan. His Brazilian roots meant he faced several challenges in his daily life in his new life.

Even on the other side of the world, Felipe carried the green of the Brazilian flag in his eyes, while the bangs of his brown hair, which fell over his forehead, when it flew in the afternoon breeze, resembled the South American starry pavilion fluttering in the wind. when hoisted. His reserved personality meant that he was well received by his two and only friends in the new country in which he lived: Kaito and Akimiro, who were the same age as him and were always accompanying him and helping him in whatever way possible. for it to adapt to the new culture in which it was inserted. They weren't always nearby, but a curious fact is that they weren't always so far away either.

HISTORY - SINGLE PART

One day, in the busy outdoor courtyard of the Japanese school, the midday sun cast its golden rays on the students gathered for lunch. Felipe, who was experiencing his first day of school in Japan, occupied a table with Kaito and Akimiro near the center, where the excitement was evident. The tantalizing aroma of Asian dishes filled the air, while lively conversations resonated all around.

Felipe, with his shy and somewhat clumsy nature, tried, with some embarrassment, to use his chopsticks to pick up the pieces of food on his plate. His movements were hesitant, and the chopsticks seemed to have a mind of their own, challenging his newly acquired skill. Kaito and Akimiro, on the other hand, laughed openly at the situation, their eyes shining with amusement.

— You must catch them more subtly, Felipe. — Akimiro encouraged, with a gentle smile, while using his chopsticks to demonstrate how to use them for the exchange student. — Come on, you can do it!

With a sigh of resignation, Felipe followed Akimiro's instructions, who, after several clumsy attempts, finally managed to hold a piece of exotic food between his chopsticks. With an expression of triumph mixed with apprehension, he took the food to his mouth, his shyness momentarily eclipsed by hunger. However, his brief victory soon gave way to an expression of displeasure as the peculiar taste invaded his mouth.

- What is that? — Felipe asked, frowning suspiciously.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged amused glances before letting out infectious laughter.

— It's a century-old egg, a Chinese delicacy! — Kaito explained between laughs.

Felipe made a disgusted face, his reaction causing more laughter among his friends.

- This is horrible! I knew I wouldn't like this! — He grumbled, making a face expressing his displeasure with the food while shaking his head.

Kaito and Akimiro were even more amused by Felipe's expression, sharing complicit looks that expressed joy for the friendship and shared adventures. Amid the hustle and bustle of the outdoor courtyard, the camaraderie between the three friends shone like a ray of sunshine on a summer day.

After lunch, Felipe, Kaito and Akimiro headed to the sports court for Physical Education class, wearing their specific uniforms for the occasion. The three friends were now wearing their Physical Education uniforms, which consisted of a loose white t-shirt, which made Felipe almost pale due to his fair skin, combined with gray football shorts that reached his knees. Gray socks, stretched halfway up the students' shins, completed the ensemble, while white shoes reflected the afternoon sunlight.

As they entered the court, Felipe observed the movement around him with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. The excitement of students preparing for activities was almost palpable, and he felt a little intimidated by the pulsing energy of the environment. Kaito and Akimiro, noticing Felipe's hesitation, exchanged sympathetic glances before approaching him with encouraging smiles.

— Come on, Felipe, you'll be fine. — Kaito said, patting his friend on the back with a friendly gesture.

Akimiro nodded with a reassuring smile.

— Don't worry, we're all in this together. — He added, his voice conveying confidence and support.

Although he still felt a little nervous, Felipe felt comforted by the presence of his friends by his side. With a grateful smile, he prepared to face the challenges of PE class, knowing that with Kaito and Akimiro's support, he could overcome anything.

Kaito, in his playful and always optimistic way, tried to calm Felipe's nerves:

— Try to relax, it will just be a class like all the others we had today. — he said, casting a reassuring smile in his friend's direction. — And the professor is a nice guy, you'll see.

Felipe, although grateful for Kaito's support, couldn't help but feel anxious about the prospect of participating in physical activities.

— I'm not very good at sports. — He admitted, with a worried expression on his face.

However, Kaito was not willing to let Felipe's insecurity dominate him. With a confident nod, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— Don't worry about it, Felipe. The important thing is to have fun and do your best. We are here to support you.

Kaito gave an encouraging smile and Akimiro nodded in agreement, showing his silent support for his friend.

- That's right. You are not alone in this. Let's have fun.

The words of encouragement from his friends warmed Felipe's heart, dispelling some of his anxiety. With a sigh of determination, he straightened his shoulders and threw a grateful smile at Kaito and Akimiro.

- Thank you guys. Lets do this. — He said, with renewed determination.

And so, with the support and friendship of Kaito and Akimiro by his side, Felipe prepared to face the challenge of Physical Education class with courage and determination, knowing that, whatever happened, he would not be alone.

However, a thunderous sound echoed through the air: Felipe's stomach growled loudly, like distant thunder. A strange feeling came over him, and a sudden urgency made him feel an unbearable urge to run to the bathroom. Kaito and Akimiro, worried about Felipe's sudden expression, approached him with inquisitive looks.

— Hey, Felipe, what's going on? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of concern in his voice.

Felipe, struggling to hide his anguish, tried to make a quick excuse, his eyes darting nervously.

- Anything! Nothing no. It's just nervousness, but it will pass.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged suspicious glances, their instinct warning them that something wasn't right.

—Are you sure, Felipe? You look pale.

— More than it already is. — Kaito joked, trying to bring a little humor.

Felipe felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.

— Oh, it's just... I... I... I'll be back soon, don't worry. Will not be long! — He replied, before quickly walking away.

Kaito and Akimiro watched in bewilderment as Felipe ran towards the school building, his hurried footsteps echoing through the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Felipe ran through the school corridors, his urgency increasing with each step. He knew he had managed to outwit his friends for now, but he couldn't ignore the growing urgency in his stomach. Determined to reach the bathroom in time, he increased the pace of his run, hoping to reach salvation before it was too late. As he ran through the school corridors, Felipe felt increasingly desperate. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the persistent sound of his stomach growling seemed to echo through the empty hallways like an urgent alarm.

However, because it was his first day of school, Felipe didn't know the school and didn't know how to get to the bathroom. The corridors stretched out before him like a confusing maze, their signs written in Japanese looking like incomprehensible scrawls to his inexperienced eyes. He tried to follow the signs, but soon realized he was going in the wrong direction.

- Where is the bathroom? — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of anxiety. He looked at the signs written in Japanese, but the letters seemed jumbled and indecipherable. - I can not understand anything!"

With his stomach growling louder and time running out, Felipe dazedly walked back down the hallway, his clumsy steps echoing through the oppressive silence. Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to find the bathroom that would bring him long-awaited relief. In his growing desperation, he even mistook a closet for the bathroom, opening it expectantly only to be greeted by the familiar smell of books and school supplies.

— Oh, no... That's not the bathroom!", he exclaimed, frustrated, as he closed the door tightly. With a groan of frustration, Felipe continued his search for the bathroom, his hopes for relief now frayed and fragile. He He knew he needed to find that bathroom before it was too late, but every second felt like an eternity in his fight against time and his own growing agony.

Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to understand what the signs were indicating.

- Why is it so hard? — He mumbled, his voice choked with increasing anguish.

With his hopes of finding the bathroom frayed and fragile, Felipe continued his frantic search, praying that he would find much-needed relief before it was too late. After a harrowing search full of obstacles, Felipe finally spotted a familiar icon: a small drawing of a doll indicating the men's bathroom. His heart gave a leap of relief as he recognized the universal symbol.

- Finally! — He celebrated, with a sigh of relief, as he hurried towards the bathroom door. His steps were now driven by a mixture of gratitude and joy, as it finally seemed like his torment was about to end. With a quick gesture, he pushed open the bathroom door and entered the familiar and comforting environment. The gentle sound of running water, the cold of the tiles, and the familiar smell of cleaning products filled his senses, bringing a sense of profound relief.

— Ah, what a relief! — He exclaimed to himself, as he quickly headed towards one of the cabins.

The boy pushed the door of a cabin, but it didn't open. He tried opening the doors of the other cabins one after another, only to find them all firmly locked. His desperation grew with each fruitless attempt, while the persistent growling of his stomach only intensified.

- It can not be! — His voice filled with frustration and despair. He tried to push the doors harder, hoping that one of them would give way, but they all remained motionless and inaccessible. - Please please!

Every second seemed like an eternity, and the feeling of panic began to take hold of him as he found himself surrounded by locked cabins on all sides. He looked around for some hope, his eyes frantically scanning the inside of the bathroom for a way out. Every heartbeat felt like an echo of his own anxiety as he fought to control the growing sense of despair.

Finally, after a series of failed attempts, his eyes settled on a door with the handle slightly lowered. With a sigh of hope, Felipe quickly approached, his hopes renewed as he saw a possible way out of his growing anguish. With a sigh of relief, he opened the door, hoping to find the relief he had been searching for.

However, as soon as his eyes fixed on the interior of the cabin, Felipe jumped back, his heart beating even faster than before. Instead of the Western toilet he was used to seeing, he was faced with a hole in the floor, the typical traditional Japanese toilet, a completely foreign sight to him. His eyes widen in disbelief as he hesitates to take the next step. Time seems to drag by as he fights internally against the urge to relieve himself and the refusal to use that type of toilet.

Being stunned for a moment, Felipe blinked several times, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stared at the hole in the ground with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief, his mind struggling to process the unexpected situation.

—What...what is this? — muttered Felipe, his voice wavering with the shock of discovery. He looked around the cabin, looking for any sign of familiarity, but all he found was the strange Japanese toilet before him.

Felipe, this time, looks around the bathroom, desperately looking for any alternative, but all the stalls are locked and the urgency to go to the bathroom only increases. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the Japanese toilet, an expression of revulsion mixed with despair.

- I do not believe this! — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with anxiety. — I can't use this... no way!

He takes a tentative step towards the toilet, but his determination is quickly replaced by a gesture of refusal. He shakes his head vehemently, as if trying to deny the reality before his eyes.

— No, no, no! I am unable. I can not do this. —His voice shaking with the mixture of fear and embarrassment. He felt vulnerable and exposed, his mind struggling to come to terms with the idea of ​​using the strange device before him.

Your stomach revolts even more, sending waves of discomfort throughout your body. Felipe closes his eyes for a moment, fighting the conflicting sensations in his mind and body.

Finally, after a moment of agonizing hesitation, he makes a decision. With a resigned sigh, he approaches the Japanese toilet and prepares to face the unknown, knowing that he has no other choice if he wants to alleviate his distress.With a heavy sigh, Felipe locks himself in the cabin, feeling embarrassed for being in such an uncomfortable situation. He looks at that hole in the ground before him, his mind struggling to accept the need to use it.

— It's going to be okay, Felipe! — He whispers to himself, trying to comfort himself. — You just need to do this quickly and get out of here.

With a hesitant movement, he lowers his shorts to his knees, his face flushed with embarrassment, and squats over the toilet, feeling awkward and out of place in that unfamiliar posture. The boyHe feels terrible discomfort when squatting, his legs shaking slightly with the effort. He tries to adjust the position, moving back and forth, but the discomfort only gets worse, making him feel even more self-conscious.

— How can people... wear this every day? — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with frustration.

His face is now completely red with embarrassment, and he feels more lost than ever. He wishes he could disappear right then and there, escape the awkward situation he finds himself in. But he knows he needs to overcome his discomfort if he wants to alleviate his distress. With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to remain in that position, hoping that everything will be over soon and he can get out of there.

— Everything will be fine, Felipe. Just a few minutes of discomfort and then everything will be fine. — He thought to himself, trying to find some comfort in the idea, ignoring the physical discomfort in favor of solving his urgent need.

However, his relief was brief. A new wave of discomfort hit him full force. Felipe frowned, his heart sinking in his chest as he realized the terrible truth.

—What...what is this? — She exclaimed, her voice choked with disbelief. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the true nature of his affliction.

Constipated. The word echoed in his mind like an ominous bell, filling him with despair and discouragement. Constipated. He was constipated. His stomach turned at the revelation, and a wave of disbelief and denial flooded his mind.

- No! It can not be! I can not believe this! — He felt a mixture of frustration and disbelief come over him. — This can't be happening to me!

He refused to accept the reality before his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and uncomfortable than before.

Felipe struggled to process the disturbing revelation, his mind spinning in confusion and disbelief. He felt helpless in the face of the situation, unable to understand how something like this could happen on his first day of school in Japan. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, he knew he needed to face reality and move on. But for now, he found himself stuck in a spiral of embarrassment and disbelief, not knowing how to deal with the situation he found himself in. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

With a heavy heart and stomach churning, Felipe found himself facing an even worse situation than before. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

- What do I do now?

His mind swirled with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely lost, not knowing how to deal with the terrible twist of fate that now afflicted him. Felipe remained squatting over the strange toilet bowl, refusing to accept the cruel reality of his cold. Every moment he spent there felt like an eternity as he fought the feeling of despondency that threatened to overwhelm him. With a sigh of resolution, Felipe focused all his will on overcoming the cold that was tormenting him.

— This has to be a nightmare! — He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to find the courage he needed to face the challenge before him. - All good! I can't give up now — He thought to himself, his determination strengthening with each passing second. He knew it would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to fight to the end to get rid of the cold that was afflicting him.

            With a concentrated effort, Felipe began to focus on his breathing, seeking to ease the tension in his body as he prepared to face the problem head on. Every breath was a reminder of his relentless determination, a silent promise that he would not be defeated so easily.As the cold persisted, Felipe felt increasingly desperate and helpless. He struggled in vain, pushing and trying to alleviate the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work. His face was contorted into an expression of anguish and frustration.

- Let's go! — He murmured to himself, his voice full of determination as he pushed. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his goal of getting rid of the constipation. However, as he tried, a feeling of growing frustration enveloped him. Every effort seemed to be in vain, and he began to realize that the constipation was more stubborn than he imagined. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, Felipe continued to fight, even though he knew that his chances of success were getting smaller and smaller. He felt trapped in an endless cycle of discomfort and despair, not knowing how to escape.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed. His face was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, his hands shaking as he fought the constipation that trapped him in his discomfort.

- This is not working! — She admitted it. Her voice reflected her growing frustration. He felt defeated, his hopes for relief fading before the relentless reality of his condition. With a sigh of dismay, Felipe stepped back for a moment, his mind spinning with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely helpless in the face of the challenge ahead, not knowing how to deal with the constipation that was tormenting him. - What do I do now? — His voice carried despair. He felt lost, knowing that no one could help him out of this situation, because, at that moment, he was on his own.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

— I can't stay here forever! — He muttered under his breath, his voice choked with distress. Increasingly despondent, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. When trying to force relief, Felipe let out small moans of agony.

— This is so embarrassing! What torture!

He looked around the bathroom, feeling enclosed by the walls that surrounded him. The feeling of helplessness consumed him as he was faced with the terrifying possibility that his condition would never improve. Every breath was a painful reminder of his desperate situation, Felipe struggled to find a way out of the maze of anguish that surrounded him. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome his constipation, but the fear of the unknown paralyzed him. Droplets of sweat began to run down his forehead, mixing with the tears of anguish that threatened to form in his eyes. He held on to the iron bar in front of the toilet, his only anchor amid the overwhelming discomfort.

— I'm going to die here! — He murmured, feeling completely helpless. Every time he tried to relieve himself, the constipation only seemed to get worse, turning into an unbearable torment that seemed to have no end.He felt like he was sinking into an abyss of despair, with nothing but his own agony to accompany him.

As time passed, Felipe's constipation only worsened, turning into a real torment. Each attempt to relieve himself only seemed to intensify the discomfort, leaving him increasingly distressed and desperate. Felipe was in agony, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as the discomfort intensified. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain the moans of pain that threatened to escape his lips.

- This can not be happening!

He held on even tighter to the iron bar in front of the Japanese toilet, his fingers white from squeezing. Every muscle in his body was tense, fighting the overwhelming discomfort that was consuming him from within.

— Please... stop... this! — He begged in a hoarse whisper, his words echoing in the suffocating silence of the cabin. But his prayers seemed to go unanswered, and the constipation persisted, leaving him at the mercy of his own agony.

            Felipe's anguish was palpable, his breathing becoming irregular and interrupted by muffled groans of pain. He writhed in the bathroom stall, trying to relieve himself of the discomfort, but it all seemed in vain.

— This is unbearable! — He exclaimed, his voice full of agony and frustration. - What's happening to me?

Despite the storm of discomfort that enveloped him, Felipe gathered his last reserves of strength and determination. He refused to give in completely to despair, even as every fiber of his being begged for relief. With superhuman effort, he tried to concentrate, tried to find a way to endure the excruciating pain that consumed him. Every breath was a challenge, every movement a battle against the agony that threatened to consume him completely.

- I can not give up! — He muttered to himself, his voice wavering but determined. — I have to continue... I have to find a way to overcome this...

As time passed, Felipe's cold intensified, turning into a searing pain that engulfed him completely. Every moment was an unbearable agony, and he found himself immersed in a sea of ​​suffering that seemed to have no end. Every movement was a stab of pain, every breath a muffled groan of anguish. Felipe writhed in the bathroom stall, his hands gripping the iron bar so hard that his fingers began to go numb.

- There! — He groaned, his voice choked by the intense pain that consumed him. Each movement was like a stab to his body, and he writhed in agony as the pain intensified with each passing second. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape. — That hurts so much! — He complained, expressing a mixture of pain and despair. Every breath was a challenge, and he struggled to find some relief from the torment that wracked him. — What unbearable pain! — He pleaded in a distressing whisper, his prayers lost in the emptiness of the silent bathroom. — I just wanted a peaceful day, and look where I ended up!

Felipe's cold was getting worse and the pain intensified. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment was beginning to settle in him. Every moment was a battle against the shame that enveloped him, and he felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable in the face of the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I swear I will sue my own body for cruelty. This is a violation of human rights!

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe desperately tried to use his hands to spread his buttocks, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. However, his efforts were in vain, as the constipation persisted, making every movement an unbearable agony. Every attempt to move his hands was like hitting a brick wall, and Felipe felt like he was fighting an invisible and relentless enemy.

With his hands still pressed against his buttocks, Felipe felt defeated, his hope slipping through his fingers. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome this ordeal, but for now, all he could do was continue fighting the pain that consumed him. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe gave up using his hands, realizing that his efforts were in vain.

— I don't belong here. — The feeling of being in a strange environment, in an unfamiliar position, only intensified his anguish. He felt like a stranger in his own body, lost in a sea of ​​discomfort and embarrassment.

As the constipation persisted and the pain intensified, a growing sense of shame began to infiltrate his being. Every moment was a fight against exposing his vulnerability, and he felt increasingly embarrassed by the situation he found himself in. He lowered his head, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

— This is so shameful! — With his voice choked by the weight of the embarrassment that enveloped him, he felt exposed and vulnerable, as if everyone around him could see his anguish. — I shouldn't be going through this.

As he squatted on the strange Japanese toilet, Felipe's cold seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every movement was a fight against the growing pain and overwhelming discomfort, making him even more embarrassed by the situation and every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, making him even more uncomfortable in his awkward position.

Felipe clutched at the fabric of his gym shorts, a desperate attempt to find some form of comfort amidst the torment that was wracking him. However, even the familiar touch of the fabric couldn't ease the agony that consumed him, leaving him even more ashamed of his inability to deal with the situation.

            Determined not to be defeated by the constipation that afflicted him, Felipe prepared to continue fighting, determined to find a solution to his affliction, no matter how difficult the path before him.

As the situation dragged on, Felipe began to feel increasing discomfort due to the unusual position in which he found himself. Every moment that passed seemed to intensify this sensation, leaving him even more disturbed by the situation he found himself in.

— This is getting more and more uncomfortable. — He mumbled to himself, his wavering voice reflecting his growing agony. He felt out of place, like he was violating some unwritten rule by using the toilet while squatting.

Every movement was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, and he struggled to find some comfort amid the discomfort that wracked him. "I shouldn't be going through this...", he thought, his mind clouded by self-criticism and growing anguish. As he tried to focus on relieving the pain that was plaguing him, Felipe found himself increasingly disturbed by the sensation of being in this strange position. The agony was overwhelming, enveloping him in a whirlpool of uncertainty and discomfort. Felipe found himself consumed by an overwhelming feeling of self-criticism and self-contempt. "I can't believe this is happening to me...", his mind clouded with anguish and growing discomfort.

As he tried to find some solace amid the chaos of emotions that overwhelmed him, Felipe could barely contain the tears of despair that threatened to overflow. Persistent constipation only increased the severity of the situation, enveloping him in a spiral of unbearable pain and discomfort. Every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, leaving him even more helpless in the face of the agony that consumed him. And then, a strange sensation began to spread through Felipe's right leg. An uncomfortable, frightening numbness that made him shiver with apprehension.

            - I don't believe!

            Each new spasm of pain was like a bolt of lightning, and Felipe felt as if he were being electrocuted from the inside.

            The numbness only increased his feeling of helplessness, leaving him even more distressed about the situation he found himself in. Increasingly weak and exhausted, Felipe struggled to find a way to alleviate his discomfort, but the relentless pain continued to torment him mercilessly.

            Amid growing despair, Felipe fought the urge to ask for help. He felt too ashamed to allow anyone to witness his distress, and the thought of revealing his situation to others only increased his sense of isolation and helplessness. "No, I can't... I can't let anyone know." However, the question soon came to mind: how could someone help you? His torturer was his own body. He would have to face the situation alone. Remembering that fact was like a painful reminder of his loneliness. As a result, Felipe began to fear that his strength was not enough to overcome the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I can't go on like this! — He whispered, distressingly, making his words sound like an echo of the despair that dominated him inside. The feeling of being trapped in a battle he couldn't win was overwhelming, leaving him feeling completely defeated and helpless. — I don't know what to do anymore! — He whined. This time with words full of resignation and sadness.

With a heavy heart and eyes full of tears, Felipe knew he needed to find a solution, but for now, all he could do was accept his vulnerability and wait for an opportunity to get out of this complicated situation. With his leg tingling more and more and his cold insisting on not improving, Felipe found himself literally trapped there, squatting, as if he were in a trap. Every minute felt like an eternity, and the growing discomfort only intensified his embarrassment. Every moment was an ordeal, and Felipe felt as if he was being turned into a statue of pain and embarrassment, unable to move or escape the situation he found himself in.

— I just want to disappear from here!

Every second that passed was torture, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a suffocating fog. Looking around the bathroom stall, his eyes desperately searched for a way out, but all they found was a reflection of his own discomfort. He felt like he was entangled in an invisible web, unable to free himself.

— How did I end up in this situation?

Every time he tried to move, a new flash of pain shot through his tingling leg, reminding him of his desperate condition. It was as if he was trapped in his own body, unable to escape the torment that wracked him.With a mournful sigh, he braced himself to face the discomfort and pain that was yet to come, determined to find a solution to his constipation, even if it meant facing the toughest battle of his life.

As the feeling of despair intensified, Felipe desperately tried to find a solution to his distress. Every effort was in vain, and the anguish that dominated him grew with each passing second. With a sigh of frustration, he came up with the idea of ​​using toilet paper to help his situation. However, when searching for indispensable help, a shock of disbelief hit him hard. His heart sank when he realized the toilet paper holder was completely empty.

- What? Oh no! No, no, it can't be! — The desperation grew as he frantically searched the cabin for any trace of toilet paper, but there was nothing. — No, no, no! Please don't do this to me, no! —He whimpered desperately as he searched every corner of the cabin for any sign of that essential item for that occasion, but his efforts were in vain. His eyes searched frantically, his rapid breathing echoing in the small confined space of the cabin.

— There's nothing! Anything! What am I gonna do now, man?

            The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, and he felt as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare. Panic bubbled inside him as he struggled to process the terrifying reality of being without toilet paper in such a desperate situation.“I can’t stay like this!”. The feeling of despair intensified with each passing second, leaving him not knowing where to turn for help. Every second was torture, and Felipe felt powerless in the face of the cruel irony of fate.

            As Felipe's despair reached unbearable levels, the situation seemed to take an even darker turn. A feeling of growing agony enveloped him, suffocating him with its overwhelming intensity. Every moment was torture, and the feeling of impotence consumed him relentlessly. Every part of his body seemed to protest the effort to keep going, but he refused to give up. With a last effort of will, he gathered his last strength and continued to fight the pain and exhaustion that threatened to consume him. It was then that a startling revelation crept into his consciousness: the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering. A mixture of disbelief and understanding flooded his mind as he processed this unexpected discovery.

            — That's it... That's why it's so difficult! — He muttered to himself, his voice echoing with a mix of surprise and frustration. Every moment was a battle against the magnitude of his own excrement, leaving him feeling as if he were fighting a formidable opponent. — Man, what a shame!This can't be happening to me! — As the realization materialized in his mind, a wave of despair flooded Felipe. The initial shock was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of the magnitude of the problem he faced. The revelation that the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering was almost too much to bear.

— It's too big... I don't know what to do! — his words barely audible above the sound of his own panting. — I don't... I can't take it anymore!

Holding on to the bathroom bar with a trembling hand, Felipe felt vulnerable and lost in the midst of the storm that consumed him. With renewed effort, Felipe tried to open his buttocks once more in the hope of finding relief from his constipation, but his strength seemed to desert him at the crucial moment. Each attempt was like hitting a wall of despair, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a dense fog.

With the discomfort of the position increasingly unbearable, Felipe began to punch his own knees, a desperate attempt to alleviate the affliction that consumed him. Each punch was an expression of his growing frustration, a physical manifestation of the torment that was plaguing him. It was like a silent scream of pain, a desperate attempt to dispel the discomfort that seemed to grow by the moment.

As the agony persisted, a feeling of embarrassment began to creep into Felipe's mind. He imagined that Kaito and Akimiro were finding his delay strange, and this only increased his feeling of discomfort. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity, and worrying about what his friends might be thinking made him even more embarrassed.

—Are they waiting for me outside? — Felipe asked himself in a low voice, his voice shaking with the anxiety that consumed him. He imagined the curious looks and unspoken questions that might be hovering around his friends as they waited for him. The thought of being the center of attention, even if only through the absence of it, was almost unbearable. He wondered what Kaito and Akimiro were saying to each other, whether they were worried about him or simply irritated by his delay.

The feeling of being the focus of attention, even if it was negative, made him even more uncomfortable, and he wondered how he could face his friends after spending so much time in the bathroom. The shame grew with each passing moment, leaving him feeling even more isolated in his lonely struggle.

— I can't give up now. — Every moment was a testament to her resilience, a demonstration of her inner strength in the face of challenging circumstances. — You can do it, Felipe!

With one last sigh of determination, Felipe tried again to free the muscles in his back cavity from their torturer, until his heart started racing when two boys from Physical Education class entered the bathroom. Their voices echoing in the empty space. A chill ran down his spine as he huddled in the cabin, desperate not to be discovered.

— No, no, no! Please, it can't be! — He whispered desperately to himself. His muscles were tense like violin strings, his mind a haze of panic as he waited for the inevitable moment when he would be discovered. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of embarrassment, his skin burning with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a humiliating situation. — I... I can't let them see me like this!

Felipe held his breath, trying to make as little noise as possible while the boys talked animatedly. Every word exchanged between them increased the tension that built up inside him, making him even more nervous. His desperation reached a new level, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as the pain and discomfort intensified. As the boys continued to chat nonchalantly outside, he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

— Please go away! — He whispered to himself, hoping the two boys would disappear. - Please please.

However, the boys seemed to be in no rush to leave, prolonging Felipe's agony even further. He could feel time dragging by as anxiety consumed him, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable in his cabin. Each second dragged on agonizingly as the constipation seemed to turn into a losing battle, each muscle contraction a new wave of torment for his already exhausted body.

— Oh heavens, please! — Their panicked whispers and pleas were inaudible, especially above the rumblings of the boys' conversation. - This can not be happening! It cannot!

Every second that passed without the boys leaving was an eternity for Felipe, who desperately yearned for a moment of peace and privacy. He silently prayed that the boys would finally leave, freeing him from the prison of his cabin. But, to his dismay, the boys remained there, prolonging his agony and increasing his despair. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Felipe knew he would have to wait patiently until the right opportunity presented itself for him to leave without being noticed.

            As the boys continued their conversationexcitedly, oblivious to his distress, Felipe remained motionless, keeping as quiet as possible in the hope of not attracting their attention. He held his breath, his muscles tense as he waited anxiously for the boys to finally leave.

The minutes dragged by slowly and, outside, the boys' voices continued to resonate in the bathroom, filling the space with an atmosphere of tension that was almost palpable. Every laugh, every word exchanged between the boys was a constant reminder of the unwanted presence that kept Felipe trapped in his cabin. His stomach churned with a mixture of physical pain and emotional anguish as he struggled with the avalanche of overwhelming sensations that assaulted him. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his skin tingling with the feeling of being on the verge of a complete collapse.

— Please, please... I can't take it anymore! I just need this to end... Please! — The boys, immersed in their lively conversation, showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. For Felipe, the content of his words was irrelevant; all he wanted was to free himself from the distressing situation he found himself in. - Please please! — He repeated silently, his hands shaking slightly as he clung to the hope that the boys would finally decide to leave.

Felipe's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the sound of the cabin door moving. His eyes widened in panic when one of the boys leaned against the door, as if he was about to enter.

- Please! Please! No, no, no! — He groaned in a whisper of despair, as he shrank further into the cabin.

The boy's presence so close to him increased his feeling of claustrophobia, as if the walls were closing in around him. Every beat of Felipe's heart was a deafening drum in his ears as he awaited the inevitable moment of discovery.

— Please, please go away!

His stomach was churning with anxiety, his hands shaking as he fought to remain calm in the face of the imminent threat of discovery. Every second that passed seemed like an eternity. The boy outside was still leaning against the door, as if he was pondering something. OFelipe's discomfort increased with every second. The constipation persisted, and he felt increasingly distressed at the impossibility of solving his problem right then and there. He felt like he was on the edge of an abyss, about to fall into a bottomless pit of humiliation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with a muffled sigh of relief, Felipe heard the boys finally leaving the bathroom. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the bathroom, bringing a brief moment of calm amidst the agony he was experiencing.

- Thank you thank you! — He murmured to himself, his voice choked with relief and gratitude.

Now alone again, Felipe felt a mix of emotions: relief at being free from the presence of the other boys, but also an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of his situation. His constipation persisted, and he knew he needed to find a way to deal with it before he could get out of that cold, uncomfortable place.

With renewed determination, Felipe took a deep breath and tried to focus again on his solitary fight. As time passed, Felipe's feeling of shame only increased. He felt helpless and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and tears began to stream down his cheeks, silent witnesses of his anguish. Each tear that fell was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a manifestation of all the frustration and despair he was facing at that moment. He felt alone and helpless, unable to control the circumstances that had led him here.

While adjusting his gray shorts, a distressing thought crossed Felipe's mind: physical education class should have started a long time ago. Kaito and Akimiro are probably surprised by your delay and must be worried. Shame came over him as he realized that everyone was in physical education, living their normal lives, while he was stuck in a bathroom, fighting an impossible cold. A feeling of vulnerability and helplessness came over him. He felt isolated and powerless, unable to participate in activities like other students. The idea of ​​being the center of attention, even for such an embarrassing reason, made him even more distressed.

— They must be worried... I should be there with them, but...

The feeling of being trapped in such an embarrassing situation was overwhelming. Felipe wondered if he would be able to get out of there in time to avoid any more unwanted questions. But for now, he was alone, fighting a lonely battle against his own condition.

The pain was getting worse and Felipe already felt exhausted from trying so hard in vain. He refused to believe he would lose the battle over his own poop. He tried in vain to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape his lips, but it was a losing battle against the growing intensity of his distress. Each passing moment seemed to prolong his suffering even further, each breath a struggle to find a brief moment of relief. He fervently wished he could escape the prison of his own pain, but he was trapped in an endless cycle of agony and despair.

 — This... this hurts so much! I can not take it anymore!

Amidst that scenario of pain, anguish and embarrassment, Felipe begins to have a crisis of a lost foreigner. A Brazilian teenager trapped in the bathroom of a completely unknown school and no one even spoke his language due to his cold, in an uncomfortable position, with no one to ask for help, as his tormentor was a huge turd in collusion with his own body, trapping him there uncomfortably while normal life continued outside. It was just him for himself there in that situation. Then Felipe realizes that a Brazilian teenager lost in Japan is much more difficult than it seems, especially in this situation.

As tears continued to stream down his face, Felipe found himself enveloped by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He cowered inside the small bathroom stall, feeling ashamed and powerless over the situation he found himself in. Each sob that escaped his lips was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a palpable manifestation of all the frustration and despair that consumed him at that moment.

- What the hell! In Brazil I would never go through something similar! Did I really have to go through this hell so far? — He mumbled with his voice choked with crying. Every word was carried with the weight of his indignation and disbelief at the cruel irony of fate that had placed him in that humiliating situation. - I don't believe! I can't believe I'm losing a battle to my own poop, man! This is humiliating! It's ridiculous, just ridiculous!

While suffering from constipation, Felipe found solace in his memories of Brazil. He remembered the sunny days in his hometown, the laughter shared with his friends, and the comforting feeling of being home. It was as if memories of the past enveloped him in a warm embrace, offering him a temporary refuge from the harsh reality he found himself in. Each memory was like a soft light amidst the darkness of his current situation, a comforting reminder that despite all the challenges he faced, there was still a place where he truly belonged. He found himself reliving precious moments from the past, as if he were watching a movie in his mind, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the difficulties that surrounded him.

— If only I could be there now! If only I could feel the familiar comfort of being at home, instead of this loneliness and discomfort...

Despite the physical distance that separated him from his homeland, Felipe knew that his homeland would always be in his heart, a place where he came from and where he could always return. It was this certainty that helped him endure the difficulties of being away from home, even in the most difficult times like the one he found himself in now.

However, while delving into his memories of Brazil, a sudden cramp caused Felipe to be abruptly pulled out of his patriotic reverie. A sharp pain ripped through his left leg, sending waves of discomfort through his entire body. He squirmed involuntarily, trying to ease the intensity of the pain, but only managed to increase his distress as he found himself trapped in an even more uncomfortable position.

- There! There! There! What is happening? Why does everything hurt so much?

Each movement seemed to increase the intensity of the pain, and Felipe felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness as he struggled to find a way to ease his suffering. The cramp seemed to intensify the already unbearable pain of his constipation, and he found himself at the mercy of two sources of torment that merged into a single, agonizing experience.

— Cramp? Oh no! Cramp, no! Please do not! This can not be happening! Why is everything getting worse?

Every breath was a struggle, every movement torture, and Felipe felt consumed by the feeling of helplessness in the face of the overwhelming pain that enveloped him. He wondered how it would be possible to endure another moment of that agony, how it would be possible to find a way out of the downward spiral in which he found himself. Every second that passed was an eternity, and Felipe felt himself being dragged into an abyss of despair as he struggled to bear the pain that consumed him. He felt like a castaway on a sea of ​​torment, adrift in a relentless storm that threatened to swallow him whole.

- Oh dear! Please make this end soon, please!

But his prayers fell on deaf ears, and Felipe found himself alone in his agony, with no hope of finding relief in the midst of the storm that surrounded him. He knew he was facing the toughest challenge of his life, and only time would tell if he would be able to survive it. With his left leg firmly held in a desperate attempt to ease the searing pain of the persistent cramp, Felipe felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness come over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be protesting in agony as he struggled to find some relief from the torment that consumed him.

- I think I'm going to die! — He whimpered, his words drowned out by the convulsive sob that shook his entire body. — This will be the end of me!

Tears welled up in his eyes again, a torrent of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt ashamed for losing a battle to something as trivial as constipation, and this shame only increased his distress as he struggled to find some solace amid the chaos that surrounded him. Constipation was more than a mere physical discomfort for Felipe; it was a cunning enemy that left him vulnerable and powerless. His own body, which should have been his ally, was now ruthlessly turning against him, causing pain and embarrassment.

            — Why is my own body doing this to me? I... I should be in control, but it feels like I'm at the mercyfrom him!

            The feeling of impotence was overwhelming, leaving Felipe with a feeling of helplessness in the face of his condition. As he struggled to find a solution to his discomfort, he wondered if he would be able to overcome this internal enemy and regain control over his own body., which was supposed to be his temple, but now turned into his own prison, denying him the freedom and comfort he craved.

            He looked around, as if waiting for someone to appear to confirm that it was all a terrible mistake. But there was no one there but himself, and the cruel reality of his situation hit him with overwhelming force. The shame that enveloped him was overwhelming, a dark cloud that suffocated him and left him breathless. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if all his deepest secrets had been revealed for the world to see. He continued his lonely fight against constipation, his resolve being tested at every turn by his body's relentless persistence.

Every movement was a choreography of discomfort, his muscles tense and his features contorted in agony. Every attempt at relief was like slamming into a wall of pain and humiliation, leaving him even more desperate for a moment to breathe. The cramp persisted, causing Felipe to writhe in pain as tears ran down his face. Every breath was an ordeal, every movement an unbearable agony.

- I wanna go home! — He cried through sobs, his voice choked with suffering. — Please, get me out of here... I can't take it anymore! — The pain intensified with each moment, like sharp claws tearing through his tense muscles. — I just want my house!

As the pain consumed him, he began to have vivid memories of his teenage life in Brazil. Memories of the house where he grew up, the laughs with friends, the warm hugs from his family... Everything seemed so distant now, as he faced this lonely ordeal in a bathroom that was completely foreign to him. Felipe's tears ran down his face, mixing with the expression of pain and despair that consumed him. As the cold persisted and the pain in his legs intensified, he felt increasingly vulnerable and helpless. His memories of life in Brazil now seemed like a distant dream, a source of comfort lost in the midst of suffering.

Suddenly, the memory of the old boys who bullied him echoed in Felipe's mind, bringing up feelings of indignation and sadness. He imagined their mocking voices, their cruel laughter echoing in his head, as he fought the constipation that left him in agony.

— If they knew... if they knew what I'm going through right now, they would love it! — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of bitterness and resignation. — They would laugh at me, mock my pain... like they always did.

The image of the boys mocking him, pointing fingers and making nasty comments, was like a cruel blow to his already suffering heart. He felt small and powerless, as if he was reliving all the moments of humiliation and pain he had experienced in the past.

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the relentless resistance of his own body.

— Why doesn't anything work? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Each failed attempt only increased his agony, leaving him more discouraged and exhausted. He felt like he was trapped in an endless cycle of pain and discomfort, unable to find a way out. YourHis breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and rapid rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt. His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain, and he felt as if he was fighting a losing battle. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged.

            Felipe looks down, between his legs, feeling embarrassed and incredulous at the embarrassing situation he finds himself in. His eyes fix on the Japanese toilet, where the obstacle seems bigger than ever, challenging him in ways he never imagined. He shakes his head in denial, as if he hopes it's all just a passing nightmare. Every time he looks down, the sight of the towering challenge before him only heightens his sense of discomfort and inadequacy. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the feeling of shame that consumes him, but the image persists, haunting him with its unwanted presence.

Felipe, even with part of his torturer having a petrified part outside his completely painful anus, tried to get up, but his efforts were in vain, barely managing to lift himself a few centimeters. The constipation gave no respite, and the pain persists relentlessly.He lowered his head and rested his face on his crossed arms, resting on his knees.

— I can't even get up! I'm stuck here! It's like everything is conspiring against me!

After a few seconds immersed in his arms, breathing heavily, Felipe holds on tightly to the iron support, seeking some kind of stability in the midst of his distress. He decides to count to three, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge before him. With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters softly, feeling the tension build inside him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next. With his muscles tense and his mind focused, Felipe searches for a solution to his distressing situation. Every moment feels like an eternity as he fights.

With a glimmer of hope emerging amid the despair, Felipe watches expectantly as he feels the poop move slightly. His eyes fixate on the area between your legs, eager for any sign of progress. Every small movement is met with a mixture of relief and apprehension as he anxiously awaits a favorable outcome.

- What? I don't believe! Could it be... could it be a sign that I'll finally be able to get rid of this suffocation?

Felipe feels a twinge of hope when he notices a slight movement in his stomach. Eyes wide, he focuses on the sensation, hoping it's a sign of relief. Carefully, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on relaxing, hoping that will make the process easier. Cautiously, he begins to apply light abdominal pressure, his muscles tense with anxiety. His eyes are fixed on the toilet bowl, waiting for the crucial moment when the cold finally subsides. Time seems to drag by as he waits, his heart beating fast with anticipation. Every second is an eternity, and Felipe can barely contain the growing wave of hope that threatens to overflow.

— Please, let this torment be over!

With his breath hitched by tension, Felipe prepares for another attempt at relief. Hopeful, he grabs the iron support in front of him and counts to three:

- One two three....

He strains, pressing the muscles in his anus to push his tormentor out of his body. Yet everything remains still and silent. A feeling of frustration begins to settle in his chest, but he refuses to give up.

— Come on, you can do it, Felipe. Once again... — He closes his eyes for a moment, gathering all his determination. Then, with a determined sigh, he focuses and counts again. - One two three!

Each number is pronounced with determination, as if they were the last words of a magic spell. Felipe waits, his heart pounding in his chest, eager for any sign of progress. However, the silence persists. No movement, no sign of relief. Felipe feels defeated, as if his own strength is running out along with his hope.

- Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

            His voice comes out in a tired whisper, filled with discouragement. He puts his face back between his arms resting on his knees, feeling completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body feels like it weighs a ton, and the constipation continues to taunt him, relentless. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the cruel resistance of his own body.

— I'm going to stay here forever, man!

Felipe's breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and accelerated rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt.

His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain. Felipe reached a point where not even the tears wanted to come out of his eyes. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him, his eyelids becoming heavy and his muscles feeling weak and tired.

Still, he refused to give up. With stubborn determination, he continued to breathe deeply. Carefully, Felipe once again gave small punches to his own knee, in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling sensation that took over his numb leg. Each beat is a whisper of pain, but he persists, hoping it will bring some relief.

— Come on, leg. Hang in there, I need you in shape, don't let me down now!

Soon after, in a gesture of silent resistance, Felipe clings to the support like a shipwrecked man clinging to a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea, and decided to count to three again, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge that lies before him. . With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters with difficulty, feeling the tension build within him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next.

With a deep sigh, Felipe gathers all his courage and decides to act. With the count completed, he prepares to face the situation with determination. Every beat of your heart echoes in your ears, echoing your determination to overcome this obstacle. With one last burst of energy, he focuses on finding a solution to his difficult jam. But, to his surprise, instead of feeling the much-desired movement of his poop, he experiences a totally different sensation. His body jerks involuntarily, and he is stunned when he realizes what is happening.

- What? No! This can't be... I can't believe it! — His weak and tired voice now expelled disbelief and shame.The feeling of ecstasy enveloped him, leaving him completely stunned and speechless, as that strange and embarrassing sensation spread throughout his body: he had an orgasm.

— I can't believe this is happening to me! — The words filled with despair and humiliation echoed through the cabin. He was completely unprepared to deal with this unexpected turn of events. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the sensation, though reluctant to admit to himself what had just happened.

The shame that accompanied him was overwhelming, a powerful wave that threatened to consume him entirely. Felipe flinched, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape this embarrassing situation. He starts to rub his hand over his goosebumps, trying to recover from the shock as he struggles to deal with the avalanche of emotions that invaded him.

- Oh no! What was this?

His mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. He felt exposed and vulnerable, desperately wishing it was all just a terrible mistake.Felipe stood there, paralyzed, as he tried to process what had just happened, feeling as if he were trapped in a surreal nightmare, an absurd twist that defied all logic and reason, causing tears to once again well up in his eyes. .

Faced with that test, that infernal suffocation, that emotional labyrinth, doubts began to emerge in Felipe's completely stunned mind, echoing whispers from an invisible ghost. He wonders if this ordeal is a kind of punishment for his past failures, if he somehow deserves this torment that consumes him so cruelly. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, obscuring your vision and clouding your thoughts.

— Am I a good person? — He asks himself amidst the turmoil of emotions that plagues him. Every doubt is like a sharp arrow stuck in your heart, a test of fire for your faith and your confidence in yourself. The words escape his trembling lips, filled with a mixture of fear and self-reflection. — Is this my punishment for my sins? Am I being punished for something I did in the past? — Each syllable, although uttered almost inaudible, seems to echo in the silent environment of the cabin, as he struggles to understand what is happening to himself.

Tears run down Felipe's face, leaving bright trails on his cheeks, as he closes his eyes in search of answers. Each sob is a sigh of agony, an expression of your inner torment.

— Is this my punishment for my sins? — He asked himself, shaking with the weight of the words. He clings to memories of his youth in Brazil, reliving each moment with an almost painful intensity. Every laugh, every tear, every choice made or not made, everything is examined for a sign, a clue that could explain your current ordeal. But as the memories unfold before his closed eyes, he finds nothing more than an ordinary boy, with dreams, fears and hopes like any other. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, mixing with the physical discomfort that consumes you, forming a veil of anguish around you.

— Please forgive me, whatever I did! — Felipe sobs, his words muffled by the convulsive crying that shakes his entire body. — I don't remember doing anything bad, but if I did something to deserve this, I apologize. Please end this punishment, I can't take it anymore. — The words come out in a trembling thread, each syllable filled with anguish and despair, echoing in the suffocating silence of that place. The sobs mix with the tears that stream down his face, and the feeling of helplessness consumes him as he struggles between physical pain and overwhelming guilt. — I can't take it anymore, please. If I did something wrong, please forgive me. I don't want to feel this pain anymore, I don't want to go through this anymore. I want to get out of here. I wanna go home. Please help me.

Each word comes out muffled by sobs, his hoarse and desperate voice echoing in the small space of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of his own suffering. The tears continue to flow, a torrent of anguish and regret that seems to have no end.

— If I can get out of here, I promise to be a better person! — Felipe murmurs between sobs, expelling fervor and despair. — I promise to be more attentive, more kind. I promise to value every moment more, every person who crosses my path. I promise to never complain about the little things again, never to lose my temper so easily again. I promise to be grateful for each day, for each breath. Please let me out of here, and I swear I will do my best to earn that second chance.

Their promises echo in the suffocating silence of the bathroom, filling the air with a mixture of hope and despair.

- I swear! If I have done anything to deserve this, I ask for forgiveness with all my heart. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. Please help me out of this situation. I can't take it anymore, I can't stand this pain and this shame. I just want to go back home, to my normal life. I promise to be better, I promise to never complain about simple things again, I promise to value every moment. Just let me out of here, please! I beg! I beg!

Felipe clings to his legs, covered in gray socks, and closes his eyes, filled with tears.

— Why is this happening to me? Have I done something so terrible that I deserve to be punished like this? — He remembers his life in Brazil, a simple life, marked by moments of joy and sadness. He remembers the friends he left behind and the difficulties he faced moving to the other side of the world. — I just wanted to start over, try something new. Just that! But now I'm here, stuck in this weird bathroom, fighting terrible constipation. Is this a sign that I made the wrong choice?

Memories of his childhood and adolescence flood his mind. He thinks about the times he made mistakes, the times he unintentionally hurt someone, the opportunities he let slip away.

— I swear I will change, I will be a better person. — He promises himself, his voice choked with tears. — If I can get out of here, I will enjoy every moment, I will be grateful for every little thing in life.

Tears stream down his face as he continues to beg for forgiveness, not just for others, but for himself as well. The weight of shame and regret consumes him, but he knows he needs to find the strength to move forward.

— I have never felt so alone in my entire life. I'm feeling so fragile. So vulnerable.

Felipe sobs, sinking even deeper into his sadness. He was so tired, so dazed, so helpless, that, in a moment of carelessness and without warning,a fart escaped his ass, echoing through the bathroom in an embarrassing, deafening sound. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the space with a heavy atmosphere of awkwardness. Felipe's face burned with a mix of shame and despair, his body tense in anticipation of the silent judgment he imagined hanging over him.

He huddled in on himself, shoulders hunched in a posture of self-imposed defeat. The heat of humiliation radiated from his skin, turning his body into a cauldron of conflicting emotions. Every glance at the cabin walls was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, of his condition exposed for the world to see.

- No! No, no, no! But what a disgrace! I can't believe this happened! — The words barely escaped his lips, wrapped in a thick layer of shame and helplessness. He felt small, powerless in the face of the magnitude of his own humiliation. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of self-criticism and self-reproach.

The unbearable odor of his own fart makes Felipe even more uncomfortable. He wrinkles his nose, feeling sick at the unpleasant smell that permeates the bathroom air. His expression of embarrassment intensifies as he struggles to contain the urge to vomit that begins to emerge.

— What a horrible stench! —He mumbled, his voice muffled by disgust. He presses his hand against his mouth, trying to block out the repulsive smell, but to no avail. Each breath only seems to bring more of that nauseating odor to your nostrils. - I can not stand it! — He laments to himself, wishing he could escape the penetrating smell that seems to permeate every corner of the bathroom. His mind reels in a mixture of disgust and despair as he tries to think of a way to deal with the unbearable situation he finds himself in.

            Every sound, every echo of the farts seemed to mock him, sending him into a spiral of self-consciousness and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he fought to hold back the tears that continued to spill over. The pain of constipation increased, as if every effort he made was a sharp knife piercing his insides. Felipe clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain a scream of agony as his body protested against the torture inflicted on him.

            The pain persisted, intensifying with each moment like a relentless tide that threatened to engulf him. However, with every fiber of his being, he clung to the hope that despite the excruciating pain, he would emerge stronger on the other side. It was this belief that drove him to continue fighting, even when everything seemed lost, because he knew that, in the end, the light of hope would shine upon him, dispelling the shadows of his anguish.

Felipe felt the momentary relief of yet another fart escaping, breaking the oppressive silence of the bathroom with an embarrassing sound. For a brief moment, he allowed himself a sigh of relief, even if it was mixed with a hint of shame. However, it was what followed that caught him by surprise. While recovering from the momentary embarrassment, Felipe felt an unexpected movement in his belly. A subtle tremor, but distinctly different from before, as if something was moving within him. His eyes widened with surprise, and a twinge of hope began to grow in his chest.

Could it be that... — His voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to himself. But the mere possibility that their fight might be ending was enough to fill his heart with a tumultuous mix of emotions.

With a groan of frustration, Felipe tries again to spread his buttocks with his hands, but before he can make any progress, another fart escapes him, echoing in the bathroom in an embarrassing sound. The stench intensifies, enveloping him in a nauseating cloud that seems impossible to escape.

This can't be serious! —he mumbled, expelling despair and disbelief. He feels like he's trapped in some kind of grotesque nightmare, where every wrong move only sinks him deeper into his humiliating situation. As he tries to deal with the disgusting odor and the feeling of helplessness that surrounds him, Felipe feels his poop move again beneath him, as if it were taking on a life of its own. His eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding against his chest as he struggles to comprehend what is happening. He grips the iron bar tighter, as if he is holding on to a cliff at the edge of an abyss, desperately trying to maintain his sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds him.

With a feeling of growing desperation, Felipe realizes, embarrassed, that it is his own farts that are causing the strange movements of his poop. He feels even more embarrassed by the bizarre situation he finds himself in, unable to believe that his own passing of gas is contributing to his discomfort.

— No, no, no! Please, not that! — Increasingly aware of the suffocating smell that hangs in the air, he turns to try and escape the cloud of stench, but is confronted with the unforgiving reality of his situation. — No, I don't believe I'm going to have to submit to this! No! I refuse... Ouch! — Before he could complete his complaint, Felipe was interrupted by another loud fart, increasing the bad smell that spread throughout the cabin.

However, withWith each fart that escaped, Felipe felt a new sensation of relief course through his tense body. Every sound made was like a small victory, a step closer to the liberation he so longed for. He allowed himself a slight smile, recognizing the essential role these gases were playing in his fight against constipation.

— Those fart crap are really working! — His words, although still filled with shame, were filled with gratitude and surprise. He would never have imagined that something as simple as a fart could become his ally in this epic battle against his own body. With new determination, Felipe decided to surrender to this unlikely strategy, letting the farts escape freely whenever he felt the pressure building up inside him. Each expulsion of gas was like a small victory, a constant reminder that he was in control, even in the most adverse circumstances.

— This is surreal! How is it possible that something so unpleasant is contributing to the end of this torment? — He feels disgusted with himself, unable to understand how something as ordinary as a fart could be related to such an extraordinarily uncomfortable situation. The irony of the situation is not lost on him, and he finds himself lost in tumultuous thoughts about the absurdity of his own condition. — It's like the universe is having fun at my expense!

With his hand covering part of his face, Felipe feels a mixture of disbelief and despair as he contemplates the possibility of having to resort to farting to finally relieve himself of the discomfort of that long, dry poop.

— This is simply absurd!

Although indignant, FelipeHe continued his battle feeling grateful for having found a way to alleviate the discomfort that afflicted him. Each fart was like a small ray of hope amidst the darkness of his agony, guiding him towards the light at the end of the tunnel. With each exhale of gas, he felt his body relax a little more, tensions and fears dissolving into a haze of relief. He knew he still had a long way to go, but now, with his new ally by his side, he felt like he could face whatever challenge fate had in store for him. With each fart released, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and surprise flood his tense body. As he wiped away his tears, he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation, making a joke about his lonely battle with his own body.

— Who knew my best weapon would be... farts? — He joked to himself, his smile mixed with a touch of disbelief. It was almost as if the universe was sending him a message, a small dose of humor to ease the burden of his agony. — Who knew I'd be here, competing with myself in a race to... well, free what needs to be free.

With new enthusiasm, he continued to push, feeling the coconut moving more and more with each effort. Every movement was a testament to his unwavering determination, a constant reminder that he was stronger than any obstacle life threw at him. Despite the persistent pain and continued discomfort, Felipe found the strength to continue fighting, fueled by the hope that he would soon be free from the torment that afflicted him. Each fart released was a small step towards ultimate victory, a confirmation of his ability to overcome the most challenging odds.

As time passed and his battle intensified, he clung to the hope of a better future, a future free from the prison that confined him to the bathroom. With each fart, he moved closer and closer to that future, his spirit determined to triumph over all odds.

— Well, at least now I've found a new use for those farts! — He tried to force himself to play a game to distract himself, letting out a slight smile despite the awkward situation. He realized how surreal his condition was, as if he were participating in an improvised comedy skit on an invisible stage.

Each fart was a note in an improvised symphony, an accidental performance in an unlikely setting. The resonant sound filled the bathroom with a unique melody, a mix of humor and desperation that seemed to echo off the walls themselves.

— At least I'm making music in the bathroom!

As he contemplated this irony, a feeling of lightness settled in his heavy heart, as if for a moment he could transcend his situation and find some comfort in the absurdity of it all. It was as if, by finding humor amidst the chaos, he could find a small chink in the armor of his own anguish.

The brief pause of relief was abruptly interrupted by the return of searing pain, a relentless reminder that the battle was not yet won. Felipe felt as if his body were being torn apart by agony, every muscle tense and every nerve pulsing with agonizing intensity. With a muffled groan, he forced himself to continue, each breath accompanied by the exhausting effort of his solitary struggle. Every moment felt like an eternity, every movement an uphill battle against the relentless forces of nature.

— Get off me, you pest! — The oppressive stench of the bathroom continues to hang in the air, a constant reminder of your suffering. Every breath is torture, every second feels like an eternity as he once again faces the challenge before him. With renewed determination, but also an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, Felipe prepares for what is to come. His thoughts are cloudy, his mind clouded by pain and discomfort, but he knows he can't give up now.

            Pain reverberated through every fiber of his being, his body crying out for mercy as he refused to give in to despair. Every muscle was tense, every ounce of his strength focused on a single goal: to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation.

He pushed, harder, and even harder, as if his life depended on it. Every sigh was a wail of anguish, every bead of sweat a testament to his tireless determination. He felt like he was in a marathon, racing against time and all odds. And then, finally, he felt it. A subtle tremor, almost imperceptible at first, but soon intensifying into an overwhelming sense of relief. His body writhed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, a cacophony of conflicting sensations that left him dizzy with excitement.

With a mix of determination and embarrassment, Felipe encouraged himself, his thoughts plunged into a tumultuous mix of relief and embarrassment. Every moment was a battle, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability. But he refused to give in to despair, his resolve unwavering like a burning flame in the midst of darkness. With a Herculean effort, he continued to struggle, clinging to the cabin's support as if it were his last anchor of hope. Every movement was a test of his willpower, every groan a visceral expression of his lonely struggle.

The poops were big, so big that they almost seemed like an insurmountable mountain in front of him. But Felipe didn't back down, he didn't give up. He focused on his ultimate goal, his only thought being to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation. With each effort, he felt progress, even if it was slow and painful. Every inch gained was a victory achieved with blood, sweat and a lot of determination. And even as groans of anguish escaped his lips, he continued, his spirit unwavering in his quest for freedom.

— Go, Felipe! — He encouraged himself in the midst of all that torment. - You can!

Such self-soothing was a constant reminder of his commitment to himself, a solemn promise that he would not give up, no matter how difficult it was. And so, he persisted, his body tense with effort, his mind focused only on the end goal.

- I'm almost there. — Felipe stopped trying to breathe for a few seconds. His breathing was labored, as if he had been submerged in a pool for almost two minutes. Then, with groans, he continued: — Just a little more!

His muscles burned, his breathing labored, but he continued, each movement driven by the determination of a fighter in his last battle.As if going through labor, Felipe fought a herculean battle that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only four minutes. Every moment was a trial, every effort a demonstration of his inner strength. He fought against the pain, against the embarrassment, against all odds, determined to overcome the constipation that imprisoned him.

With a groan of pain mixed with a sigh of relief, Felipe feels the huge poop finally slide out of his anus. Every inch felt like an eternity, every moment torture as he fought to expel the intruder from within. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. The first sign of relief had arrived. He looked between his legs and saw it there, big, completely dry. A torturous creature that looked like a meteorite coming out of him. He prepared for the next one, aware that if the first one was already out, the other two would be less difficult.

— This... is... almost over! Just a little more!

Every movement is agony, every contraction of his muscles a supreme effort as he struggles to free himself from the burden that afflicts him. Tears stream down his face, a mixture of pain, relief and exhaustion. Every breath is an effort, every moment a battle against the overwhelming discomfort that consumes you from within. The second poop came out. It took about three minutes: one minute less than the previous one.

With a deep groan, he focuses on summoning his last reserves of strength, determined to overcome this last obstacle. Every breath is a burden, every movement torture, but he refuses to give up. Hope burns within him, a fragile flame that refuses to be extinguished.

— Just one more... — He mutters to himself, his words a fragile whisper in the heavy air of the bathroom. Every moment feels like an eternity, every second a relentless torture as he fights to expel the last vestige of his ordeal. His body shakes with effort, his hands shake with tension as he clings to the last thread of hope. Every muscle is tense, every nerve is on the verge of collapse, but he stands firm, determined to achieve final victory.

The last coconut approaches slowly, as if reluctant to leave Felipe's body. Every inch feels like an eternity, and Felipe feels like he's on the edge of the abyss, struggling to hold on as he faces his latest ordeal. Every part of his being is immersed in this moment, his mind and body united in a common goal - to free himself from the torment that has consumed him for so long.

            And then, with a final sigh of relief and a groan of triumph, Felipe finally manages to give birth to the last coconut. A mixture of pain and relief floods his being as he sinks into deep exhaustion, his journey finally coming to an end. But even in the moment of his release, he knows that the battle has left its mark, that the scars will remain as silent witnesses to his heroic fight against the relentless constipation. A low-pitched moan of pleasure echoes through the cabin. Felipe had finally given birth to his torturers.

            - I achieved! —he exclaims, his words filled with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and triumph. Every cell of his being is vibrating with the intensity of the experience as he surrenders to the ecstasy of the moment. Tears begin to flow down Felipe's face, a mixture of pain, gratitude and pure emotion. He can hardly believe that he has finally overcome this ordeal, and an overwhelming wave of relief washes over him as he allows himself to relax for the first time in endless hours of suffering.

            Panting and shaking, he begins to shake his white shirt to try to mitigate the heat in his body caused by the effort.while letting everything crash down on him. Every muscle is exhausted, every fiber of your being feeling the weight of what has just happened. But despite it all, there is a sense of triumph, of indescribable accomplishment, that washes over him as he finally allows himself to take a deep breath and savor the sweet victory over the cold that has consumed him for so long.

            - Thank you, thank you, thank you!

            there was a sense of gratitude that permeated his soul, a gratitude for having overcome such a difficult challenge. And while the embarrassment persisted, he knew that ultimately this experience would make him stronger, more resilient.

            - He finished! I Survived! He finished!Ahhh!

            Felipe felt a mix of emotions. The relief of overcoming the cold was undeniable, but the embarrassment of the situation he found himself in still consumed him. All the trouble scenes played in his head, tormenting him, as he tried to recover emotionally. Although this left him embarrassed, he realized that the cramp in his leg had already gone and his numb leg had also improved. Felipe was happy to notice these small signs of recovery, an indication that everything would be fine in the end. Finally, after having been squatting for so long, an extremely uncomfortable position for him, as he was not used to it and had evacuated like this for the first time, he decided to stand up. As he slowly stood up, he felt the stiffness in his muscles protest the movement after so long in the same position.

            Felipe felt intensely grateful as he stood up. He would never have imagined that something so commonplaceit had so much value. Being stuck crouching down with a colossal boulder stuck up your ass is not something people think they will experience any time soon. He looked at the three piled up turds, now physical proof of the battle he had just fought. A sense of triumph and relief enveloped him as he faced his achievements with pride.

- I won! — He muttered to himself, his words echoing in the silence of the bathroom. It was a simple statement but full of meaning, a reminder to himself that he was capable of overcoming any challenge, no matter how difficult. Each poop represented a victory over adversity, a testament to her strength and resilience in the face of circumstances. He felt a shy smile form on his lips as he reflected on the journey he had just taken. Despite all the discomfort and embarrassment, he had emerged victorious, ready to face whatever fate had in store for him next.

With his nose wrinkled due to the strong odor that fills the room, Felipe extends his foot to the flush button and activates it with a light touch. The sound of water gushing echoes through the bathroom, accompanied by the comforting sound of the flush being activated.

— Go to hell, you bastards! — Felipe grumbles, as he watches the water draining from the toilet, taking with it the remnants of the discomfort and shame he had just faced. He takes a deep breath, trying to push the distressing memories of that moment out of his mind and focus on the present, on the feeling of liberation that now surrounds him.

After reveling in the freedom he had lost for an indefinite amount of time, in Felipe's mind, a vivid film begins to unfold, depicting every moment since he entered the bathroom. He finds himself in front of the corridors lost with an uncontrollable urge to defecate. Every detail is sharp. He remembers the moment he felt the initial discomfort, the slight pressure in his stomach that soon intensified. Worry began to grow as the pain became more acute, but he tried to ignore it, attributing it to a simple temporary indisposition. Upon entering the bathroom, the urgency became unbearable, and he found himself faced with the cruel reality of an impending cold.

Each step towards the cabin makes you more aware of your vulnerability, of the feeling of being at the mercy of an invisible and implacable force. Inside the cabin, he vividly remembers the desperate struggle against constipation, the groans of pain and failed attempts to alleviate the discomfort. Every moment is torture, every movement a reminder of his helpless state. Shame wraps around you like a cloak, suffocating you with humiliating, self-deprecating memories. He finds himself trapped by his own condition, unable to escape the endless cycle of pain and embarrassment. Even now, as he slowly recovers from the ordeal, the weight of shame continues to weigh on him, reminding him of his fragility and vulnerability before the forces of nature and fate.

Every moment of his lonely struggle with constipation came flooding back like vivid flashes in his tortured mind. He found himself squatting on the cold floor, his muscles tense with exertion, his face contorted in agony as he fought the implacable enemy within himself. Each failed attempt to find relief, each sigh of frustration, was like a blow to his already wounded pride, a painful reminder of his own weakness. Embarrassment enveloped him like a dark cloak, tightening his chest and suffocating his hope. Each shameful memory hit him like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of him and making him question his own sanity. He felt small and helpless in the face of the magnitude of his humiliation, a helpless victim of his own circumstances.

In a hoarse and low voice, almost a whisper to himself, Felipe pronounced the words that echoed in his tormented mind:

— If this was a punishment, then I was punished very well! —Each syllable carried with it the weight of its own irony, a dark reflection on the ordeal he had faced. He felt as if he were being judged by his own demons, condemned to humiliation and suffering as punishment for his own sins. The echo of his words reverberated in the silence of the bathroom, a solemn declaration of his own resignation. — I swear I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I learned my lesson. — There was no remorse in his voice, just a resigned acceptance of the fate that had been imposed on him. He felt like a penitent before an invisible altar, ready to pay the price for his own mistakes and transgressions.

After reveling in his victory in that physical battle with himself, Felipe let himself be carried away by a moment of triumph. However, his joy was quickly replaced by lingering worry. He felt like he was forgetting something. That's when he realized what was going on:

— Ah, the toilet paper. Another item for my misfortune!

A feeling of discomfort began to creep into his chest, mixing with the previous euphoria. He again searched the cabin for the essential object, but his hopes were soon dashed when he realized that there was not even an empty roll or worn-out sheets on the floor. A wave of frustration hit him as he struggled to deal with the reality of his situation. Victory seemed less sweet now, overshadowed by the urgent need that confronted him.

He found himself faced with a perplexing dilemma: How would he solve this problem without the essential resource? His mind raced frantically in search of solutions, but each thought only increased his feeling of helplessness. He felt panic begin to seep through his veins as he struggled to find a way out of this increasingly desperate situation.

Desperation began to set in, and Felipe felt time passing in an agonizing way as he desperately tried to find a solution. Every second that passed was an eternity, and the feeling of urgency only increased.

As he fought his growing despair, an idea began to form in his mind. It was risky and unlikely, but it seemed to be his only hope. With a resigned sigh, he mentally prepared himself for what came next. With his shorts awkwardly pulled down around his knees and his heart in his chest, he walked out of the stall and looked around, checking to see if he was alone in the bathroom. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to act.

Felipe approached the locked cabins with a sense of urgency and anxiety. He could feel the cold sweat forming on his forehead as his mind raced a mile a minute, imagining the worst possible scenario.

— Please, let no one come in here now! — He whispered to himself, his voice shaking with the intensity of his agony. — I can't get caught like this!

Fear consumed him as he imagined the embarrassment of being caught in such a vulnerable situation, like an ostrich with its head buried, with its ass completely exposed. He felt exposed, naked in front of the world, and the idea of ​​someone seeing him like this was almost unbearable. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he finally forced himself to look under the cabins, a mixture of hope and fear mixing in his chest. Relief flooded him when he saw the way was clear, but the embarrassment persisted, weighing on his conscience like an anchor. With slow, uncertain steps, he returned to the cabin, his mind swirling with possible solutions.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Felipe returned to the cabin, his shoulders hunched under the weight of disappointment. The absence of toilet paper was just another setback in his tortuous journey into that unfamiliar bathroom. Each step felt more difficult than the last, fraught with the frustration of yet another obstacle on his path to freedom.

He felt lost, trapped in a maze of discomfort and embarrassment. Each failure pushed him deeper into the spiral of despair, leaving him sinking into an abyss of discouragement. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the cabin wall, eyes closed in a vain attempt to escape the grim reality that surrounded him. But there was no escape, only the painful reality of their desperate situation.

Wrapped in his own misery, Felipe felt as if he were sinking in a sea of ​​despair, the waves of anguish threatening to engulf him at every moment. He clung to the fragile hope that somehow he would find a way to overcome this humiliating ordeal. But for now, he was alone, fighting the relentless currents of adversity.

A heavy silence hung over the bathroom, which now seemed like a torture chamber for Felipe. Each shameful memory echoed in his mind like an ominous echo, dragging him back to the moments of pure embarrassment he experienced while battling his intestinal problems. Every image, every sensation, every anguished sigh seemed to manifest itself before his eyes, as if the past was unfolding before him in a cruel display.

Felipe's embarrassment seemed to intensify with each passing second, like a dark shadow that enveloped him, slowly suffocating him. Every thought, every memory of the last few hours, was like a sharp dagger that pierced his soul, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to his own shame. He felt as if every unseen look, every unspoken word echoing off the bathroom walls, was a silent judgment of his failure. It was as if the bathroom itself, with its cold tiles and locked stalls, was a merciless court, condemning him for his own weakness and inadequacy.

Every breath was a heavy sigh of despair, every heartbeat a painful reminder of his own helplessness. He felt like he was shrinking under the weight of his own shame, like he was sinking into an abyss of self-condemnation. And in the midst of this whirlwind of tumultuous emotions, Felipe struggled to find a spark of hope, a reason to keep fighting the tsunami of embarrassment that threatened to swallow him whole. But try as he might, the dark shadow of embarrassment seemed to wrap itself around him ever tighter, threatening to suffocate whatever shred of courage or self-esteem he had left. Felipe's thoughts were tangled in a web of doubts and uncertainties, each question echoing in his mind like a sinister echo. He found himself before an inner court, where his own conscience was the implacable judge, ready to render a cruel verdict on his own morality.

—Do I deserve this? — She questioned herself, her words echoing in the suffocating silence of the bathroom. The sound was almost deafening in its loneliness, a constant reminder of his lonely struggle against the inner demons that haunted him.

Searching his memory for answers, he could not find any evil act or egregious error that would justify such a storm. Every memory of his life in Brazil, every familiar face, every moment of happiness and sadness, revealed nothing more than an ordinary man, facing life's challenges like any other.

— What did I do to deserve this? — He asked, his words filled with anguish and uncertainty. He felt like he was trapped in an endless nightmare, struggling to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him. Apprehension grew in his chest, a suffocating anxiety that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt lost in a maze of self-questioning, where each path led to a new spiral of doubt and confusion.

With a new sense of determination, Felipe turned his attention to the most immediate problem at hand: the lack of toilet paper. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, momentarily pushing aside the worries and reflections that had consumed him until then. After all, there was still a practical challenge to be faced, and he was determined to overcome it no matter what.

His green eyes roamed every corner of the small cabin in search of a solution to his dilemma. Desperation was mixed with a hint of disbelief at the absurd situation in which she found herself. Every detail of the environment now seemed amplified, further highlighting the lack of options. The idea of ​​using one of his socks or even his underwear to clean himself seemed absurd, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. However, the thought of sacrificing a piece of clothing for this purpose was a barrier he was reluctant to cross.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he noticed the absence of a trash can in the cabin. It was then that he remembered a sad fact: in Japan, toilet paper is thrown directly into the toilet, not in the trash like in Brazil, which means there would be no need for a trash can there at all. The discovery brought a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of his situation, but it also confronted him with the inevitability of what was to come.

— Great, one more obstacle!

With a new sense of purpose, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared himself to deal with the situation in the best way possible. Even in the face of adversity, he refused to succumb to despair, choosing to face the challenge head on, with courage and determination. First, he decided to carefully check the pockets of his clothing for any resources he could use. However, his search revealed only one disheartening result: his pockets were empty, there was nothing that could help him in his task.

- What the hell! — The feeling of helplessness returned with full force, like a wave that threatened to swallow him at any moment.

With renewed determination, he turned his attention to his own shorts, looking for some alternative that could help him solve his problem. He examined every detail of the fabric, looking for any sign of hope he could find. It was then that his eyes fell on something he had previously overlooked: a small cloth tag sewn onto the inside waistband of the shorts. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Felipe gently pulled the tag away, revealing a small piece of fabric that had been carefully sewn there.

— I think... I think this could work!

Carefully, he tore off the piece of fabric from the tag, turning it into a makeshift substitute for toilet paper. It was a simple solution, but at that moment, it was all he had. With the improvised replacement in hand, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared to face the challenge ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this adversity and come out of this situation with his head held high. It was time to put your plan into action and move forward, step by step, until your problem was resolved.

With the improvisation in hand, Felipe felt an overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and shame. The idea of ​​using a torn piece of fabric as a substitute for toilet paper seemed ridiculous and embarrassing, but he had no choice but to go through with his plan. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of discomfort, as if the entire world was watching his steps and judging his actions. He felt exposed, vulnerable in the face of his own desperate situation. With shaking hands, Felipe prepared to carry out the task at hand, trying to block out the negative thoughts that threatened to dominate his mind. He forced himself to focus on the present, on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished, ignoring the imaginary eyes he felt on him.

— Go, Felipe! can you do that! — He whispered to himself, trying to encourage himself. Every movement was a challenge, every gesture a battle against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to consume him completely. With dogged determination, Felipe moved forward step by step, facing his fears and insecurities with courage and resilience. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this obstacle in his path.

And so, with determination and willpower, Felipe faced the challenge ahead, each step more difficult than the last. He refused to give up, even when all seemed lost, and found strength within himself that he didn't even know he had. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he folded the tag carefully, trying to avoid overthinking what he was about to do. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable any longer.

— I can't believe I'm doing this!

Finally, with the label properly folded, Felipe prepared to use the improvised substitute for toilet paper. He forced himself not to think about the possible consequences of his action, focusing only on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished.

— It's just one more thing to add to the list of strange moments in my life!

With a resigned sigh, he leaned forward, trying to find the best position to perform his task. Every moment was a fight against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm him, but he refused to give up.

— I will remember this for the rest of my life! — She murmured with words full of resignation.

With shaking hands, he pressed the tag against his skin, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid any further discomfort. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of uncertainty and insecurity, but he forced himself to continue. He tried hard not to think about what he was doing, focusing only on the arduous task of cleaning himself up as best he could under the circumstances. Every touch of his skin tag was a painful reminder of his bad luck and the embarrassment he was facing. However, he knows he has no other option than to move on and try to resolve the situation the best way he can.

Finally, when everything was said and done, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. He looked at the now dirty tag on his hands, a vivid reminder of his lonely struggle with constipation. Felipe's face contorts into an expression of disgust as he looks at her, remembering what he just did. With a quick and decisive gesture, he throws the tag into the toilet.

— I hope I never have to do that again! — He thought to himself, wishing that this experience could be erased from his memory forever, something he himself knew was impossible. Felipe remained motionless for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation he found himself in. — I hope my friends never find out about this. They'll think I'm weird! — The feeling of embarrassment still hung over him, heavy like a dark cloud on a rainy day. He knew that this would be a difficult story to forget, a memory that would haunt him for a long time.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly straightened up, feeling the stiffness in his muscles like a physical reminder of all the agony he had been through. Every movement was a fight against pain and discomfort, but he refused to give up. With one last look at the now dirty tag on the toilet, Felipe made a decision. He would not allow that experience to define who he was or what he was capable of achieving. It was time to leave the past behind and move forward, towards a future full of possibilities and opportunities. He lifted his shorts, which rattled due to the lightness of the fabric, and pressed the flush with his foot, watching the tag slide through the water and disappear forever.

With a hesitant movement, he turned the door handle and stepped out of the cabin, washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror: the reflection of misery, shame, disgust. He shook his head as he slapped his face to bring himself back to reality and left the bathroom. The hallway was empty, the muffled sound of laughter and conversations coming from other rooms echoed throughout the room. Felipe took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face the world outside. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined not to let that experience define him. He was stronger than that, and he was determined to prove it to himself and others.

With steady steps, he walked down the hall, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew the journey ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it head on, ready to face any challenge that came his way. As he walked down the hallway, Felipe felt the weight of embarrassment still on his shoulders, as if he were carrying a backpack full of shame. Every look he received from students seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, as if he could read their every thought and emotion.

—Do they know? — He asked himself silently, his inner voice echoing with uncertainty. — Can they see through me, see what happened in the bathroom?

He tried to maintain his composure, trying to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess of emotions. The shame he felt was like a dark cloud hanging over his head, obscuring any ray of hope or confidence.

Felipe approached the court with quick steps, his heart beating a little faster than normal. He hoped his appearance didn't betray the discomfort he felt inside. As he approached, he saw Kaito and Akimiro sitting on the bench near the entrance, talking animatedly. With a forced smile on his face, Felipe approached his friends.

- Hey guys! — He greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, trying to disguise his agitation, forcing a smile. - I went back!

Kaito and Akimiro look at each other at Felipe's sudden arrival.

- Philip? Where have you been, man? — Akimiro asked, with a worried voice.

— You ran out of here without giving any explanation! Did something happen?

Felipe looked around, trying to find a convincing answer to give to his friends, but he ended up not coming. Therefore, he appealed to the most generic justification possible:

- Yes I am well. I just... I just had... I just had one problem there, but everything is fine, don't worry! — Felipe finished his answer with a forced smile.

Kaito raised an eyebrow, while Akimiro looked confused.

- Problem? What happened? — Kaito asked, his expression revealing a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to find a plausible excuse.

— Oh, nothing serious! — She replied, her voice sounding a little strangled. — I just... had to sort out some things.

Akimiro frowned, clearly suspicious.

— Are you sure you're okay, Felipe? You're paler than when you left here! Not that you aren't already natural, but at this level it's already too much. — He observed, his penetrating gaze probing Felipe for any sign of weakness.

Felipe swallowed again, struggling to maintain his composure.

— I'm fine, really. — He forced a smile, hoping his friends didn't notice the tension in his voice. Felipe quickly looked around, observing the other boys packing their things and getting ready to leave. Without understanding, he turned to his friends: — What happened? Why is everyone leaving? Was the class cancelled?

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged confused looks before Kaito replied:

— Class is over, man. It's been about fifteen minutes.

Felipe was shocked by the news, his mind racing to understand how he could have wasted so much time.

- What? Like this?

Kaito and Akimiro watched Felipe with inquisitive expressions as he approached, and as soon as he began to speak, the two friends exchanged worried looks.

- Why the surprise? It was obvious after running away without saying anything and disappearing all this time. Where were you, man? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't reveal the real reason for his prolonged absence.

— Oh, I... I was in the library. — He replied quickly, his tone somewhat hesitant.

Akimiro raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, while Kaito couldn't contain an ironic smile when Felipe mentioned the library as an excuse for his absence.

- Oh, really? Is Physical Education class now in the library? I didn't know we were changing environments so drastically,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Felipe felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his face when he realized the absurdity of his lie being highlighted so clearly by Kaito. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as he fought to maintain his facade of normalcy in the face of his friends' critical eyes. Feeling increasingly cornered by Kaito and Akimiro's persistent questions, Felipe desperately tried to rectify his initial lie about being in the library. With a flash of inspiration, he quickly suggested:

— Well, actually... I was in the library, but only because I needed to get a book before it closed. — He said, his words coming out in a rush in an attempt to justify his absence. — But then I ended up getting distracted, you know... — he added, his wavering voice reflecting his growing nervousness.

However, before he could elaborate further on his unlikely excuse, Kaito and Akimiro continued with their incisive questions, leaving Felipe even more uncomfortable and prone to embarrassing himself in his own lies. He felt a cold sweat run down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of his friends' intense scrutiny.

— So, where is that book you wanted so much to get? — Kaito asked, his gaze fixed on Felipe, as if he was trying to penetrate the layers of his lie. — Because from what I can see, you don't have any books with you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat as he frantically searched for a convincing excuse. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a constant reminder of his growing anxiety.

— Uh, the book... Well, you know, I... I ended up not finding exactly what I was looking for. — Felipe replied, his voice shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. — It's just... I was trying to find a specific book, but it looks like it was borrowed or something...

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, clearly skeptical of Felipe's story.

— And what was the title of that 'specific' book you were looking for? — Akimiro asked, his voice full of distrust. — Who knows, we can help you look.

Felipe felt cold sweat running down his forehead as he tried to think of an answer that could satisfy his friends without revealing too much.

— Oh, it was... um... 'The Lost Chronicles of Antiquity'! — He replied, his words coming out in a rush in a last-ditch effort to support his lie.

Akimiro crossed his arms, looking straight into Felipe's eyes with a serious expression.

— You had all morning to get this supposed book from the library, Felipe. — He said, with a tone of distrust evident in his voice. — Also, remember we showed you the library early in the morning? Why didn't you get the book at that time? This just doesn't make sense.

Felipe swallowed hard, feeling increasingly cornered by his friends' incessant questions. He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with a convincing excuse, but his mind felt like a mess of lies and distorted truths.

Felipe felt the weight of Akimiro's words like a silent accusation, an unrelenting pressure that made him even more uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't keep dodging his friends' questions, but the thought of admitting the truth was overwhelming.

— Well, it's just... — began Felipe, his voice wavering as he struggled to find a plausible excuse. — I, um, wanted to check out some other books first before I make up my mind. And... And I ended up getting distracted, you know how it is.

His words came out in a hurried stream, his hands sweating as he fought to keep his face calm. However, it was evident that his explanation was far from convincing.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, as if sharing a silent understanding. They knew something wasn't right, and they were determined to find out the truth.

— Interesting... — muttered Kaito, his casual tone contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. — And didn't you find it strange that, suddenly, time passed so quickly?

Akimiro nodded in agreement, his arms still crossed as he watched Felipe with a serious expression.

Felipe's heart beat wildly as he struggled to keep his story standing before the penetrating gaze of his friends. Each question was like a punch to the gut, a constant reminder of her own guilt and shame. He knew he could no longer run from the truth, but admitting his weakness was almost unbearable.

“Well, it's just…” he began, his voice wavering as he tried to articulate a plausible excuse. — I... I ended up getting distracted by... some notes I found, you know? And... and when I realized it, time had flown by.

— Ahem, notes... — muttered Kaito, an ironic smile playing on his lips. — Interesting, because I didn't see any notebooks or papers when you got here.

Felipe felt a chill run down his spine, his mind racing in search of an answer that could satisfy his friends.

— Well, it's just... — he began again, his voice sounding weaker now. — I... I left the notes in the living room closet, so as not to carry extra weight here.

Akimiro crossed his arms, an incisive gaze fixed on Felipe.

— But what about the fact that we passed through the hallway when we went to fill our water bottles and we didn't see you anywhere? — he questioned, his voice cold and calculated. — Isn't it a little strange that you were 'looking for notes' and we didn't even see you?

Felipe swallowed hard, his mind spinning in search of a way out. He knew he couldn't keep lying any longer, but the idea of ​​admitting his weakness was too scary.

— It's just... it's just that I... I had to go to the teachers' room to ask for information about the book. he stuttered, his words coming out in a hurried stream of apologies. — And... and then I was a little late, you know?

Kaito raised an eyebrow, his disbelieving look leaving no room for doubt.

— And why didn't you tell us this before? he asked, his tone skeptical. — It seems like you're making excuses as we question you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat, his mind a mess of fear and anxiety. He knew he couldn't continue this charade any longer, but the thought of confessing his weakness was almost unbearable. However, Akimiro sighed as he picked up his backpack from the floor next to the bench.

- All good. Just let us know next time. You missed the opportunity to meet the teacher.

Felipe felt a mix of relief and surprise at Akimiro's response. He hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, and the mere idea of ​​having escaped that awkward situation left him momentarily speechless. Taking a deep breath, he finally found his voice.

— Thank you, Akimiro. I will be more careful and more attentive next time.

A feeling of relief spread through his body, dispelling some of the anxiety that had consumed him moments before. He knew that even if the situation was still uncomfortable, at least he would no longer have to struggle to hide the truth from his friends.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, staining the sky with shades of orange and pink as students filed out of school. Kaito, Akimiro and Felipe were walking along the boardwalk together, when Kaito had an idea.

— Hey, guys, how about we go to karaoke after class?

Felipe looked at the ground for a moment, feeling the weight of fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day.

—Actually, I'm tired. I think I'd rather go home today. The first day of school was really hard for me, and I need to get some rest.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged worried looks, noticing the tired expression on Felipe's face.

— Are you sure everything is okay, Felipe? — Akimiro asked, with a noticeable tone of concern.

— Yes. — Felipe nodded, trying to smile to reassure his friends. - Everything is fine. I'm just a little exhausted. But don't worry about me.

- OK, if you say so. But if you need anything, just call, right?

— Of course, it was worth it. But I'll be fine. I just need to get some sleep!

— Understood. Take care, man.

Felipe thanked his friends and said goodbye, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. He wanted to join them in the fun, but his body cried out for rest. With one last wave, he continued on his way home, eager for some peace and quiet.

As he walked, Felipe felt as if each step was heavier than the last, as if the burden of his own shame was tied to his shoulders. Every time he closed his eyes, the images of the bathroom returned in rapid, relentless succession, as if it were a movie in his mind, replaying the moments of agony and discomfort. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, even as the gentle afternoon breeze caressed his face. Every time his mind turned to that humiliating situation, his stomach twisted into a tight knot of anxiety and embarrassment.

He could feel again the terrible and embarrassing moments he spent using a Japanese toilet, forcing him to adopt an uncomfortable and strange position. Every movement was a fight against gravity and against his own body, which seemed to be conspiring against him in this moment of desperate need. The absence of toilet paper was like a death sentence to his dignity, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless in the face of a battle he knew he couldn't easily win. He found himself desperately searching every corner of the cabin and his pockets for anything he could use to clean himself, but found only the cold emptiness of inevitability.

Every groan of pain and effort seemed to echo off the cramped walls of the cabin, reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of his own weakness and humiliation. Each time she writhed in agony, she felt like she was losing a little more of her dignity, one piece at a time, until there was only an unfathomable void left. And then came to mind the moment when she considered using her own clothes to clean herself, a desperate decision in a desperate moment. He could feel the shame burning in his cheeks as he remembered the moment he ripped the tag off his shorts, resigning himself to the fact that there was no other option. Every movement was torture, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability.

With his green eyes, still wet from the tears he had let escape earlier, Felipe closed himself off in his own world of reflection and challenge. letting himself sink into the darkness that now seemed to envelop him completely. A feeling of helplessness overcame him, as if he were trapped in a maze of inexplicable events. Memories of difficult moments in the bathroom flooded his mind, each image bringing with it a wave of shame and embarrassment.

— Did I deserve to go through this? — She asked herself in silence, her voice echoing only in her mind. Each step seemed to weigh more than usual, as if the weight of her doubts and uncertainties were permeating the air around her. The setting sun colored the sky with golden tones, but to Felipe, everything seemed shrouded in shadows of remorse and discomfort. — If this was a punishment... — he muttered to himself, as if his voice concretized his feelings. —So, I really learned my lesson. I can be sure I learned. Even if I don't remember doing anything bad, perhaps it's an opportunity to reflect on my past actions and seek redemption. — Every memory of the lonely struggle in the bathroom, the lack of toilet paper, the physical and emotional pain, all of it echoed in his mind like a persistent reminder of his own fragility. — Maybe this is a chance to grow, to become a better person, he continued, his voice now firmer, determination coloring his words.

In the distance, the soft sound of an urban melody filled the air, bringing with it a fleeting sense of hope.

“Yes,” he murmured finally, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon, “maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel after all.”

He quickened his pace, determined to face whatever fate had in store for him, with renewed hope that, in the end, he would find peace and redemption. With renewed determination, the young Brazilian walked down the street towards his home, aware of all the learning he gained on that turbulent afternoon. His steps, once heavy with the weight of doubt and embarrassment, now seemed lighter, driven by the hope of a new beginning. As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink, Felipe felt a new sense of purpose blossom within him. Every corner, every streetlight he passed seemed to whisper words of encouragement to him, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

As he walked down the street, he looked up at the sky still illuminated by the evening light, filled with a tranquil and serene beauty. With a last sigh of relief, he followed his destiny, knowing that when everything is lost there is always another way.

EPILOGUE

In the stillness of the night, when all the echoes of the day had dissipated, two shadows moved like ghosts through the school corridors. Like stealthy thieves of darkness, they glided through the gloom, their forms twisting sinuously, almost like serpents on the hunt. As they approached the bathroom, tension hung in the air like a storm cloud about to collapse. With precise gestures, one of the suspicious figures reached out and, with a smooth movement, turned the door handle, as if he were opening the door of a safe. Meanwhile, his companion remained alert, watching every dark corner like an attentive guard watching the gates of a castle.

A faint creak echoed through the hallway, as subtle as the whisper of wind in the leaves of the trees. The bathroom door opened with a muffled, barely audible click, as if it were whispering forbidden secrets. Without hesitation, the two invaders entered the room, their footsteps echoing across the cold floor like the echo of a drum in the silent night.

Inside the bathroom, darkness reigned supreme, wrapping everything in its shadowy cloak. But the intruders did not waver. Like fearless explorers in a dark cave, they pressed forward, determined to uncover the secrets hidden in the shadows. With a quick gesture, one of them turned on the light, banishing the darkness and revealing his true identity. Kaito and Akimiro, now without the masks that hid them, exchanged complicit glances, sharing the excitement of their secret plan. The backpacks were deposited on the floor with a faint noise, like the sound of a sigh escaping the lips of a conspirator.

Kaito and Akimiro looked at each other, sharing a knowing laugh that echoed through the bathroom like the sound of jubilant bells. Their laughter was like distant thunder on a stormy night, filling the air with contagious energy.

— Did he really think he could string us along? — Kaito laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

— Yes, it's serious. — Akimiro complemented his friend's sarcasm, shaking his head in disbelief. — As if we were going to believe he was looking for a book in the library.

— It's pathetic! — Kaito commented, his eyes shining with amusement. — Not even teachers fall for these stories anymore.

— But what about his last excuse? — Akimiro questioned, his expression curious. — Saying you were tired and wanted to go home? Does he think we're idiots?

Kaito let out a low laugh.

— He's really stupid. These are the dumbest ones. — Kaito commented, showing his true opinion about the foreigner to someone who spent the entire day introducing Akimiro to the school and being his company. Well, let's get to the point. — Kaito muttered words full of determination Machiavellianly as he slid the gloves over his hands, as if he were preparing to perform surgery.

His voice echoed softly off the bathroom walls, an ominous reminder of his relentless determination. Akimiro watched with a Machiavellian expression, his eyes shining with a mixture of anticipation and malice, as if he were watching a cruel spectacle unfold before his eyes.

With the agility of a feline, Kaito entered the cabin that Felipe had used earlier, moving with a sinister grace as he crouched in front of the Japanese vase fixed to the floor. His movements were so fluid and silent that they could be compared to that of a ghost, disappearing and reappearing without a trace. Then came the crucial moment, when his skilled hands removed a hidden camera from inside the vase. An object seemed so innocent at first glance, but now it was a sinister tool, an intrusion into Felipe's privacy. It was as if they were stealing an intimate secret, an act of violation disguised as a simple search for information.

— Another mission accomplished, my friend — proclaimed Kaito, his sinister smile revealing a touch of pride in the feat accomplished.

Akimiro couldn't contain his laughter, a harsh laugh that echoed off the bathroom walls, filled with the dark satisfaction of someone who delights in wrongdoing.

— This boy is more naive than we thought. — Kaito commented, his voice tinged with a tone of contempt.

— The century egg plan never fails. — commented Akimiro.

The irony in his words was evident, an evil disguised as a joke. For them, manipulation was an art, and Felipe was just another piece in their cruel game.

Kaito, with a roguish smile, kept the camera hidden in a box of pearls that he had taken from his backpack, observing with satisfaction the perfect concealment of the artifact.

— Jewelry deserves a worthy place, doesn’t it? — He commented, closing the box with a touch of elegance, while Akimiro nodded, amused.

- Definitely. — Akimiro agreed, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Kaito, with a mischievous look, asked mischievously:

— And you're going to give them back, right?

Akimiro, with a sarcastic smile, responded promptly while unzipping his backpack:

— Why would I return it? — When she opened the backpack, she exposed several rolls of toilet paper crowded inside. — Better leave another unsuspecting idiot with a dirty ass here.

They both shared a harmonious laugh, enjoying the irony of the situation. After Akimiro zipped up his backpack, he and Kaito put their masks back on, ready to leave the bathroom behind. In the dark and silent environment of the deserted school, Kaito and Akimiro's footsteps echoed through the corridor like the soft sound of a nighttime melody. As they approached the exit, their movements were fluid and coordinated, as if they were dancing a rehearsed choreography.

Unrest reigned in the darkness, when Kaito broke the silence with his curious question, the sound of his voice cut the air like a sharp blade, breaking the tranquility of the night:

— Do you think this one will make good money?

Akimiro responded with confident calm, his words filled with certainty and determination:

— Much more than the Mexican and the Norwegian, you can be sure.

Kaito's subtle laugh was like a sigh of relief, indicating his satisfaction with his companion's response.

Together, they disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, their footsteps echoing like a distant echo as they walked away. The silence of the night enveloped the school once again, like a dark cloak, covering up the secrets that lay within its empty walls, especially the stalls in the institution's men's bathroom.

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Yes, I posted it on YouTube for everyone to see.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSFD8iFWSmA

2. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0YaoVD6wKs

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Beyond the Horizon: The Quest for Freedom (English version)

Warning: this story was originally written in Portuguese. This version (in English) was translated directly by a translation website, so I apologize if anything sounds incomprehensible to you. It was the most I could do to try to democratize this story. Hope you like it. Thanks!

PROLOGUE

The life of a foreigner, especially an exchange student, can be challenging, especially in those countries that have a culture completely different from your home country. Felipe discovered this in the worst possible way when, at the age of 17, he went on exchange to Japan. His Brazilian roots meant he faced several challenges in his daily life in his new life.

Even on the other side of the world, Felipe carried the green of the Brazilian flag in his eyes, while the bangs of his brown hair, which fell over his forehead, when it flew in the afternoon breeze, resembled the South American starry pavilion fluttering in the wind. when hoisted. His reserved personality meant that he was well received by his two and only friends in the new country in which he lived: Kaito and Akimiro, who were the same age as him and were always accompanying him and helping him in whatever way possible. for it to adapt to the new culture in which it was inserted. They weren't always nearby, but a curious fact is that they weren't always so far away either.

HISTORY - SINGLE PART

One day, in the busy outdoor courtyard of the Japanese school, the midday sun cast its golden rays on the students gathered for lunch. Felipe, who was experiencing his first day of school in Japan, occupied a table with Kaito and Akimiro near the center, where the excitement was evident. The tantalizing aroma of Asian dishes filled the air, while lively conversations resonated all around.

Felipe, with his shy and somewhat clumsy nature, tried, with some embarrassment, to use his chopsticks to pick up the pieces of food on his plate. His movements were hesitant, and the chopsticks seemed to have a mind of their own, challenging his newly acquired skill. Kaito and Akimiro, on the other hand, laughed openly at the situation, their eyes shining with amusement.

— You must catch them more subtly, Felipe. — Akimiro encouraged, with a gentle smile, while using his chopsticks to demonstrate how to use them for the exchange student. — Come on, you can do it!

With a sigh of resignation, Felipe followed Akimiro's instructions, who, after several clumsy attempts, finally managed to hold a piece of exotic food between his chopsticks. With an expression of triumph mixed with apprehension, he took the food to his mouth, his shyness momentarily eclipsed by hunger. However, his brief victory soon gave way to an expression of displeasure as the peculiar taste invaded his mouth.

- What is that? — Felipe asked, frowning suspiciously.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged amused glances before letting out infectious laughter.

— It's a century-old egg, a Chinese delicacy! — Kaito explained between laughs.

Felipe made a disgusted face, his reaction causing more laughter among his friends.

- This is horrible! I knew I wouldn't like this! — He grumbled, making a face expressing his displeasure with the food while shaking his head.

Kaito and Akimiro were even more amused by Felipe's expression, sharing complicit looks that expressed joy for the friendship and shared adventures. Amid the hustle and bustle of the outdoor courtyard, the camaraderie between the three friends shone like a ray of sunshine on a summer day.

After lunch, Felipe, Kaito and Akimiro headed to the sports court for Physical Education class, wearing their specific uniforms for the occasion. The three friends were now wearing their Physical Education uniforms, which consisted of a loose white t-shirt, which made Felipe almost pale due to his fair skin, combined with gray football shorts that reached his knees. Gray socks, stretched halfway up the students' shins, completed the ensemble, while white shoes reflected the afternoon sunlight.

As they entered the court, Felipe observed the movement around him with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. The excitement of students preparing for activities was almost palpable, and he felt a little intimidated by the pulsing energy of the environment. Kaito and Akimiro, noticing Felipe's hesitation, exchanged sympathetic glances before approaching him with encouraging smiles.

— Come on, Felipe, you'll be fine. — Kaito said, patting his friend on the back with a friendly gesture.

Akimiro nodded with a reassuring smile.

— Don't worry, we're all in this together. — He added, his voice conveying confidence and support.

Although he still felt a little nervous, Felipe felt comforted by the presence of his friends by his side. With a grateful smile, he prepared to face the challenges of PE class, knowing that with Kaito and Akimiro's support, he could overcome anything.

Kaito, in his playful and always optimistic way, tried to calm Felipe's nerves:

— Try to relax, it will just be a class like all the others we had today. — he said, casting a reassuring smile in his friend's direction. — And the professor is a nice guy, you'll see.

Felipe, although grateful for Kaito's support, couldn't help but feel anxious about the prospect of participating in physical activities.

— I'm not very good at sports. — He admitted, with a worried expression on his face.

However, Kaito was not willing to let Felipe's insecurity dominate him. With a confident nod, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— Don't worry about it, Felipe. The important thing is to have fun and do your best. We are here to support you.

Kaito gave an encouraging smile and Akimiro nodded in agreement, showing his silent support for his friend.

- That's right. You are not alone in this. Let's have fun.

The words of encouragement from his friends warmed Felipe's heart, dispelling some of his anxiety. With a sigh of determination, he straightened his shoulders and threw a grateful smile at Kaito and Akimiro.

- Thank you guys. Lets do this. — He said, with renewed determination.

And so, with the support and friendship of Kaito and Akimiro by his side, Felipe prepared to face the challenge of Physical Education class with courage and determination, knowing that, whatever happened, he would not be alone.

However, a thunderous sound echoed through the air: Felipe's stomach growled loudly, like distant thunder. A strange feeling came over him, and a sudden urgency made him feel an unbearable urge to run to the bathroom. Kaito and Akimiro, worried about Felipe's sudden expression, approached him with inquisitive looks.

— Hey, Felipe, what's going on? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of concern in his voice.

Felipe, struggling to hide his anguish, tried to make a quick excuse, his eyes darting nervously.

- Anything! Nothing no. It's just nervousness, but it will pass.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged suspicious glances, their instinct warning them that something wasn't right.

—Are you sure, Felipe? You look pale.

— More than it already is. — Kaito joked, trying to bring a little humor.

Felipe felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.

— Oh, it's just... I... I... I'll be back soon, don't worry. Will not be long! — He replied, before quickly walking away.

Kaito and Akimiro watched in bewilderment as Felipe ran towards the school building, his hurried footsteps echoing through the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Felipe ran through the school corridors, his urgency increasing with each step. He knew he had managed to outwit his friends for now, but he couldn't ignore the growing urgency in his stomach. Determined to reach the bathroom in time, he increased the pace of his run, hoping to reach salvation before it was too late. As he ran through the school corridors, Felipe felt increasingly desperate. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the persistent sound of his stomach growling seemed to echo through the empty hallways like an urgent alarm.

However, because it was his first day of school, Felipe didn't know the school and didn't know how to get to the bathroom. The corridors stretched out before him like a confusing maze, their signs written in Japanese looking like incomprehensible scrawls to his inexperienced eyes. He tried to follow the signs, but soon realized he was going in the wrong direction.

- Where is the bathroom? — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of anxiety. He looked at the signs written in Japanese, but the letters seemed jumbled and indecipherable. - I can not understand anything!"

With his stomach growling louder and time running out, Felipe dazedly walked back down the hallway, his clumsy steps echoing through the oppressive silence. Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to find the bathroom that would bring him long-awaited relief. In his growing desperation, he even mistook a closet for the bathroom, opening it expectantly only to be greeted by the familiar smell of books and school supplies.

— Oh, no... That's not the bathroom!", he exclaimed, frustrated, as he closed the door tightly. With a groan of frustration, Felipe continued his search for the bathroom, his hopes for relief now frayed and fragile. He He knew he needed to find that bathroom before it was too late, but every second felt like an eternity in his fight against time and his own growing agony.

Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to understand what the signs were indicating.

- Why is it so hard? — He mumbled, his voice choked with increasing anguish.

With his hopes of finding the bathroom frayed and fragile, Felipe continued his frantic search, praying that he would find much-needed relief before it was too late. After a harrowing search full of obstacles, Felipe finally spotted a familiar icon: a small drawing of a doll indicating the men's bathroom. His heart gave a leap of relief as he recognized the universal symbol.

- Finally! — He celebrated, with a sigh of relief, as he hurried towards the bathroom door. His steps were now driven by a mixture of gratitude and joy, as it finally seemed like his torment was about to end. With a quick gesture, he pushed open the bathroom door and entered the familiar and comforting environment. The gentle sound of running water, the cold of the tiles, and the familiar smell of cleaning products filled his senses, bringing a sense of profound relief.

— Ah, what a relief! — He exclaimed to himself, as he quickly headed towards one of the cabins.

The boy pushed the door of a cabin, but it didn't open. He tried opening the doors of the other cabins one after another, only to find them all firmly locked. His desperation grew with each fruitless attempt, while the persistent growling of his stomach only intensified.

- It can not be! — His voice filled with frustration and despair. He tried to push the doors harder, hoping that one of them would give way, but they all remained motionless and inaccessible. - Please please!

Every second seemed like an eternity, and the feeling of panic began to take hold of him as he found himself surrounded by locked cabins on all sides. He looked around for some hope, his eyes frantically scanning the inside of the bathroom for a way out. Every heartbeat felt like an echo of his own anxiety as he fought to control the growing sense of despair.

Finally, after a series of failed attempts, his eyes settled on a door with the handle slightly lowered. With a sigh of hope, Felipe quickly approached, his hopes renewed as he saw a possible way out of his growing anguish. With a sigh of relief, he opened the door, hoping to find the relief he had been searching for.

However, as soon as his eyes fixed on the interior of the cabin, Felipe jumped back, his heart beating even faster than before. Instead of the Western toilet he was used to seeing, he was faced with a hole in the floor, the typical traditional Japanese toilet, a completely foreign sight to him. His eyes widen in disbelief as he hesitates to take the next step. Time seems to drag by as he fights internally against the urge to relieve himself and the refusal to use that type of toilet.

Being stunned for a moment, Felipe blinked several times, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stared at the hole in the ground with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief, his mind struggling to process the unexpected situation.

—What...what is this? — muttered Felipe, his voice wavering with the shock of discovery. He looked around the cabin, looking for any sign of familiarity, but all he found was the strange Japanese toilet before him.

Felipe, this time, looks around the bathroom, desperately looking for any alternative, but all the stalls are locked and the urgency to go to the bathroom only increases. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the Japanese toilet, an expression of revulsion mixed with despair.

- I do not believe this! — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with anxiety. — I can't use this... no way!

He takes a tentative step towards the toilet, but his determination is quickly replaced by a gesture of refusal. He shakes his head vehemently, as if trying to deny the reality before his eyes.

— No, no, no! I am unable. I can not do this. —His voice shaking with the mixture of fear and embarrassment. He felt vulnerable and exposed, his mind struggling to come to terms with the idea of ​​using the strange device before him.

Your stomach revolts even more, sending waves of discomfort throughout your body. Felipe closes his eyes for a moment, fighting the conflicting sensations in his mind and body.

Finally, after a moment of agonizing hesitation, he makes a decision. With a resigned sigh, he approaches the Japanese toilet and prepares to face the unknown, knowing that he has no other choice if he wants to alleviate his distress.With a heavy sigh, Felipe locks himself in the cabin, feeling embarrassed for being in such an uncomfortable situation. He looks at that hole in the ground before him, his mind struggling to accept the need to use it.

— It's going to be okay, Felipe! — He whispers to himself, trying to comfort himself. — You just need to do this quickly and get out of here.

With a hesitant movement, he lowers his shorts to his knees, his face flushed with embarrassment, and squats over the toilet, feeling awkward and out of place in that unfamiliar posture. The boyHe feels terrible discomfort when squatting, his legs shaking slightly with the effort. He tries to adjust the position, moving back and forth, but the discomfort only gets worse, making him feel even more self-conscious.

— How can people... wear this every day? — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with frustration.

His face is now completely red with embarrassment, and he feels more lost than ever. He wishes he could disappear right then and there, escape the awkward situation he finds himself in. But he knows he needs to overcome his discomfort if he wants to alleviate his distress. With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to remain in that position, hoping that everything will be over soon and he can get out of there.

— Everything will be fine, Felipe. Just a few minutes of discomfort and then everything will be fine. — He thought to himself, trying to find some comfort in the idea, ignoring the physical discomfort in favor of solving his urgent need.

However, his relief was brief. A new wave of discomfort hit him full force. Felipe frowned, his heart sinking in his chest as he realized the terrible truth.

—What...what is this? — She exclaimed, her voice choked with disbelief. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the true nature of his affliction.

Constipated. The word echoed in his mind like an ominous bell, filling him with despair and discouragement. Constipated. He was constipated. His stomach turned at the revelation, and a wave of disbelief and denial flooded his mind.

- No! It can not be! I can not believe this! — He felt a mixture of frustration and disbelief come over him. — This can't be happening to me!

He refused to accept the reality before his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and uncomfortable than before.

Felipe struggled to process the disturbing revelation, his mind spinning in confusion and disbelief. He felt helpless in the face of the situation, unable to understand how something like this could happen on his first day of school in Japan. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, he knew he needed to face reality and move on. But for now, he found himself stuck in a spiral of embarrassment and disbelief, not knowing how to deal with the situation he found himself in. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

With a heavy heart and stomach churning, Felipe found himself facing an even worse situation than before. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

- What do I do now?

His mind swirled with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely lost, not knowing how to deal with the terrible twist of fate that now afflicted him. Felipe remained squatting over the strange toilet bowl, refusing to accept the cruel reality of his cold. Every moment he spent there felt like an eternity as he fought the feeling of despondency that threatened to overwhelm him. With a sigh of resolution, Felipe focused all his will on overcoming the cold that was tormenting him.

— This has to be a nightmare! — He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to find the courage he needed to face the challenge before him. - All good! I can't give up now — He thought to himself, his determination strengthening with each passing second. He knew it would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to fight to the end to get rid of the cold that was afflicting him.

            With a concentrated effort, Felipe began to focus on his breathing, seeking to ease the tension in his body as he prepared to face the problem head on. Every breath was a reminder of his relentless determination, a silent promise that he would not be defeated so easily.As the cold persisted, Felipe felt increasingly desperate and helpless. He struggled in vain, pushing and trying to alleviate the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work. His face was contorted into an expression of anguish and frustration.

- Let's go! — He murmured to himself, his voice full of determination as he pushed. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his goal of getting rid of the constipation. However, as he tried, a feeling of growing frustration enveloped him. Every effort seemed to be in vain, and he began to realize that the constipation was more stubborn than he imagined. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, Felipe continued to fight, even though he knew that his chances of success were getting smaller and smaller. He felt trapped in an endless cycle of discomfort and despair, not knowing how to escape.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed. His face was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, his hands shaking as he fought the constipation that trapped him in his discomfort.

- This is not working! — She admitted it. Her voice reflected her growing frustration. He felt defeated, his hopes for relief fading before the relentless reality of his condition. With a sigh of dismay, Felipe stepped back for a moment, his mind spinning with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely helpless in the face of the challenge ahead, not knowing how to deal with the constipation that was tormenting him. - What do I do now? — His voice carried despair. He felt lost, knowing that no one could help him out of this situation, because, at that moment, he was on his own.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

— I can't stay here forever! — He muttered under his breath, his voice choked with distress. Increasingly despondent, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. When trying to force relief, Felipe let out small moans of agony.

— This is so embarrassing! What torture!

He looked around the bathroom, feeling enclosed by the walls that surrounded him. The feeling of helplessness consumed him as he was faced with the terrifying possibility that his condition would never improve. Every breath was a painful reminder of his desperate situation, Felipe struggled to find a way out of the maze of anguish that surrounded him. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome his constipation, but the fear of the unknown paralyzed him. Droplets of sweat began to run down his forehead, mixing with the tears of anguish that threatened to form in his eyes. He held on to the iron bar in front of the toilet, his only anchor amid the overwhelming discomfort.

— I'm going to die here! — He murmured, feeling completely helpless. Every time he tried to relieve himself, the constipation only seemed to get worse, turning into an unbearable torment that seemed to have no end.He felt like he was sinking into an abyss of despair, with nothing but his own agony to accompany him.

As time passed, Felipe's constipation only worsened, turning into a real torment. Each attempt to relieve himself only seemed to intensify the discomfort, leaving him increasingly distressed and desperate. Felipe was in agony, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as the discomfort intensified. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain the moans of pain that threatened to escape his lips.

- This can not be happening!

He held on even tighter to the iron bar in front of the Japanese toilet, his fingers white from squeezing. Every muscle in his body was tense, fighting the overwhelming discomfort that was consuming him from within.

— Please... stop... this! — He begged in a hoarse whisper, his words echoing in the suffocating silence of the cabin. But his prayers seemed to go unanswered, and the constipation persisted, leaving him at the mercy of his own agony.

            Felipe's anguish was palpable, his breathing becoming irregular and interrupted by muffled groans of pain. He writhed in the bathroom stall, trying to relieve himself of the discomfort, but it all seemed in vain.

— This is unbearable! — He exclaimed, his voice full of agony and frustration. - What's happening to me?

Despite the storm of discomfort that enveloped him, Felipe gathered his last reserves of strength and determination. He refused to give in completely to despair, even as every fiber of his being begged for relief. With superhuman effort, he tried to concentrate, tried to find a way to endure the excruciating pain that consumed him. Every breath was a challenge, every movement a battle against the agony that threatened to consume him completely.

- I can not give up! — He muttered to himself, his voice wavering but determined. — I have to continue... I have to find a way to overcome this...

As time passed, Felipe's cold intensified, turning into a searing pain that engulfed him completely. Every moment was an unbearable agony, and he found himself immersed in a sea of ​​suffering that seemed to have no end. Every movement was a stab of pain, every breath a muffled groan of anguish. Felipe writhed in the bathroom stall, his hands gripping the iron bar so hard that his fingers began to go numb.

- There! — He groaned, his voice choked by the intense pain that consumed him. Each movement was like a stab to his body, and he writhed in agony as the pain intensified with each passing second. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape. — That hurts so much! — He complained, expressing a mixture of pain and despair. Every breath was a challenge, and he struggled to find some relief from the torment that wracked him. — What unbearable pain! — He pleaded in a distressing whisper, his prayers lost in the emptiness of the silent bathroom. — I just wanted a peaceful day, and look where I ended up!

Felipe's cold was getting worse and the pain intensified. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment was beginning to settle in him. Every moment was a battle against the shame that enveloped him, and he felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable in the face of the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I swear I will sue my own body for cruelty. This is a violation of human rights!

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe desperately tried to use his hands to spread his buttocks, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. However, his efforts were in vain, as the constipation persisted, making every movement an unbearable agony. Every attempt to move his hands was like hitting a brick wall, and Felipe felt like he was fighting an invisible and relentless enemy.

With his hands still pressed against his buttocks, Felipe felt defeated, his hope slipping through his fingers. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome this ordeal, but for now, all he could do was continue fighting the pain that consumed him. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe gave up using his hands, realizing that his efforts were in vain.

— I don't belong here. — The feeling of being in a strange environment, in an unfamiliar position, only intensified his anguish. He felt like a stranger in his own body, lost in a sea of ​​discomfort and embarrassment.

As the constipation persisted and the pain intensified, a growing sense of shame began to infiltrate his being. Every moment was a fight against exposing his vulnerability, and he felt increasingly embarrassed by the situation he found himself in. He lowered his head, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

— This is so shameful! — With his voice choked by the weight of the embarrassment that enveloped him, he felt exposed and vulnerable, as if everyone around him could see his anguish. — I shouldn't be going through this.

As he squatted on the strange Japanese toilet, Felipe's cold seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every movement was a fight against the growing pain and overwhelming discomfort, making him even more embarrassed by the situation and every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, making him even more uncomfortable in his awkward position.

Felipe clutched at the fabric of his gym shorts, a desperate attempt to find some form of comfort amidst the torment that was wracking him. However, even the familiar touch of the fabric couldn't ease the agony that consumed him, leaving him even more ashamed of his inability to deal with the situation.

            Determined not to be defeated by the constipation that afflicted him, Felipe prepared to continue fighting, determined to find a solution to his affliction, no matter how difficult the path before him.

As the situation dragged on, Felipe began to feel increasing discomfort due to the unusual position in which he found himself. Every moment that passed seemed to intensify this sensation, leaving him even more disturbed by the situation he found himself in.

— This is getting more and more uncomfortable. — He mumbled to himself, his wavering voice reflecting his growing agony. He felt out of place, like he was violating some unwritten rule by using the toilet while squatting.

Every movement was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, and he struggled to find some comfort amid the discomfort that wracked him. "I shouldn't be going through this...", he thought, his mind clouded by self-criticism and growing anguish. As he tried to focus on relieving the pain that was plaguing him, Felipe found himself increasingly disturbed by the sensation of being in this strange position. The agony was overwhelming, enveloping him in a whirlpool of uncertainty and discomfort. Felipe found himself consumed by an overwhelming feeling of self-criticism and self-contempt. "I can't believe this is happening to me...", his mind clouded with anguish and growing discomfort.

As he tried to find some solace amid the chaos of emotions that overwhelmed him, Felipe could barely contain the tears of despair that threatened to overflow. Persistent constipation only increased the severity of the situation, enveloping him in a spiral of unbearable pain and discomfort. Every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, leaving him even more helpless in the face of the agony that consumed him. And then, a strange sensation began to spread through Felipe's right leg. An uncomfortable, frightening numbness that made him shiver with apprehension.

            - I don't believe!

            Each new spasm of pain was like a bolt of lightning, and Felipe felt as if he were being electrocuted from the inside.

            The numbness only increased his feeling of helplessness, leaving him even more distressed about the situation he found himself in. Increasingly weak and exhausted, Felipe struggled to find a way to alleviate his discomfort, but the relentless pain continued to torment him mercilessly.

            Amid growing despair, Felipe fought the urge to ask for help. He felt too ashamed to allow anyone to witness his distress, and the thought of revealing his situation to others only increased his sense of isolation and helplessness. "No, I can't... I can't let anyone know." However, the question soon came to mind: how could someone help you? His torturer was his own body. He would have to face the situation alone. Remembering that fact was like a painful reminder of his loneliness. As a result, Felipe began to fear that his strength was not enough to overcome the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I can't go on like this! — He whispered, distressingly, making his words sound like an echo of the despair that dominated him inside. The feeling of being trapped in a battle he couldn't win was overwhelming, leaving him feeling completely defeated and helpless. — I don't know what to do anymore! — He whined. This time with words full of resignation and sadness.

With a heavy heart and eyes full of tears, Felipe knew he needed to find a solution, but for now, all he could do was accept his vulnerability and wait for an opportunity to get out of this complicated situation. With his leg tingling more and more and his cold insisting on not improving, Felipe found himself literally trapped there, squatting, as if he were in a trap. Every minute felt like an eternity, and the growing discomfort only intensified his embarrassment. Every moment was an ordeal, and Felipe felt as if he was being turned into a statue of pain and embarrassment, unable to move or escape the situation he found himself in.

— I just want to disappear from here!

Every second that passed was torture, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a suffocating fog. Looking around the bathroom stall, his eyes desperately searched for a way out, but all they found was a reflection of his own discomfort. He felt like he was entangled in an invisible web, unable to free himself.

— How did I end up in this situation?

Every time he tried to move, a new flash of pain shot through his tingling leg, reminding him of his desperate condition. It was as if he was trapped in his own body, unable to escape the torment that wracked him.With a mournful sigh, he braced himself to face the discomfort and pain that was yet to come, determined to find a solution to his constipation, even if it meant facing the toughest battle of his life.

As the feeling of despair intensified, Felipe desperately tried to find a solution to his distress. Every effort was in vain, and the anguish that dominated him grew with each passing second. With a sigh of frustration, he came up with the idea of ​​using toilet paper to help his situation. However, when searching for indispensable help, a shock of disbelief hit him hard. His heart sank when he realized the toilet paper holder was completely empty.

- What? Oh no! No, no, it can't be! — The desperation grew as he frantically searched the cabin for any trace of toilet paper, but there was nothing. — No, no, no! Please don't do this to me, no! —He whimpered desperately as he searched every corner of the cabin for any sign of that essential item for that occasion, but his efforts were in vain. His eyes searched frantically, his rapid breathing echoing in the small confined space of the cabin.

— There's nothing! Anything! What am I gonna do now, man?

            The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, and he felt as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare. Panic bubbled inside him as he struggled to process the terrifying reality of being without toilet paper in such a desperate situation.“I can’t stay like this!”. The feeling of despair intensified with each passing second, leaving him not knowing where to turn for help. Every second was torture, and Felipe felt powerless in the face of the cruel irony of fate.

            As Felipe's despair reached unbearable levels, the situation seemed to take an even darker turn. A feeling of growing agony enveloped him, suffocating him with its overwhelming intensity. Every moment was torture, and the feeling of impotence consumed him relentlessly. Every part of his body seemed to protest the effort to keep going, but he refused to give up. With a last effort of will, he gathered his last strength and continued to fight the pain and exhaustion that threatened to consume him. It was then that a startling revelation crept into his consciousness: the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering. A mixture of disbelief and understanding flooded his mind as he processed this unexpected discovery.

            — That's it... That's why it's so difficult! — He muttered to himself, his voice echoing with a mix of surprise and frustration. Every moment was a battle against the magnitude of his own excrement, leaving him feeling as if he were fighting a formidable opponent. — Man, what a shame!This can't be happening to me! — As the realization materialized in his mind, a wave of despair flooded Felipe. The initial shock was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of the magnitude of the problem he faced. The revelation that the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering was almost too much to bear.

— It's too big... I don't know what to do! — his words barely audible above the sound of his own panting. — I don't... I can't take it anymore!

Holding on to the bathroom bar with a trembling hand, Felipe felt vulnerable and lost in the midst of the storm that consumed him. With renewed effort, Felipe tried to open his buttocks once more in the hope of finding relief from his constipation, but his strength seemed to desert him at the crucial moment. Each attempt was like hitting a wall of despair, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a dense fog.

With the discomfort of the position increasingly unbearable, Felipe began to punch his own knees, a desperate attempt to alleviate the affliction that consumed him. Each punch was an expression of his growing frustration, a physical manifestation of the torment that was plaguing him. It was like a silent scream of pain, a desperate attempt to dispel the discomfort that seemed to grow by the moment.

As the agony persisted, a feeling of embarrassment began to creep into Felipe's mind. He imagined that Kaito and Akimiro were finding his delay strange, and this only increased his feeling of discomfort. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity, and worrying about what his friends might be thinking made him even more embarrassed.

—Are they waiting for me outside? — Felipe asked himself in a low voice, his voice shaking with the anxiety that consumed him. He imagined the curious looks and unspoken questions that might be hovering around his friends as they waited for him. The thought of being the center of attention, even if only through the absence of it, was almost unbearable. He wondered what Kaito and Akimiro were saying to each other, whether they were worried about him or simply irritated by his delay.

The feeling of being the focus of attention, even if it was negative, made him even more uncomfortable, and he wondered how he could face his friends after spending so much time in the bathroom. The shame grew with each passing moment, leaving him feeling even more isolated in his lonely struggle.

— I can't give up now. — Every moment was a testament to her resilience, a demonstration of her inner strength in the face of challenging circumstances. — You can do it, Felipe!

With one last sigh of determination, Felipe tried again to free the muscles in his back cavity from their torturer, until his heart started racing when two boys from Physical Education class entered the bathroom. Their voices echoing in the empty space. A chill ran down his spine as he huddled in the cabin, desperate not to be discovered.

— No, no, no! Please, it can't be! — He whispered desperately to himself. His muscles were tense like violin strings, his mind a haze of panic as he waited for the inevitable moment when he would be discovered. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of embarrassment, his skin burning with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a humiliating situation. — I... I can't let them see me like this!

Felipe held his breath, trying to make as little noise as possible while the boys talked animatedly. Every word exchanged between them increased the tension that built up inside him, making him even more nervous. His desperation reached a new level, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as the pain and discomfort intensified. As the boys continued to chat nonchalantly outside, he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

— Please go away! — He whispered to himself, hoping the two boys would disappear. - Please please.

However, the boys seemed to be in no rush to leave, prolonging Felipe's agony even further. He could feel time dragging by as anxiety consumed him, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable in his cabin. Each second dragged on agonizingly as the constipation seemed to turn into a losing battle, each muscle contraction a new wave of torment for his already exhausted body.

— Oh heavens, please! — Their panicked whispers and pleas were inaudible, especially above the rumblings of the boys' conversation. - This can not be happening! It cannot!

Every second that passed without the boys leaving was an eternity for Felipe, who desperately yearned for a moment of peace and privacy. He silently prayed that the boys would finally leave, freeing him from the prison of his cabin. But, to his dismay, the boys remained there, prolonging his agony and increasing his despair. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Felipe knew he would have to wait patiently until the right opportunity presented itself for him to leave without being noticed.

            As the boys continued their conversationexcitedly, oblivious to his distress, Felipe remained motionless, keeping as quiet as possible in the hope of not attracting their attention. He held his breath, his muscles tense as he waited anxiously for the boys to finally leave.

The minutes dragged by slowly and, outside, the boys' voices continued to resonate in the bathroom, filling the space with an atmosphere of tension that was almost palpable. Every laugh, every word exchanged between the boys was a constant reminder of the unwanted presence that kept Felipe trapped in his cabin. His stomach churned with a mixture of physical pain and emotional anguish as he struggled with the avalanche of overwhelming sensations that assaulted him. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his skin tingling with the feeling of being on the verge of a complete collapse.

— Please, please... I can't take it anymore! I just need this to end... Please! — The boys, immersed in their lively conversation, showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. For Felipe, the content of his words was irrelevant; all he wanted was to free himself from the distressing situation he found himself in. - Please please! — He repeated silently, his hands shaking slightly as he clung to the hope that the boys would finally decide to leave.

Felipe's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the sound of the cabin door moving. His eyes widened in panic when one of the boys leaned against the door, as if he was about to enter.

- Please! Please! No, no, no! — He groaned in a whisper of despair, as he shrank further into the cabin.

The boy's presence so close to him increased his feeling of claustrophobia, as if the walls were closing in around him. Every beat of Felipe's heart was a deafening drum in his ears as he awaited the inevitable moment of discovery.

— Please, please go away!

His stomach was churning with anxiety, his hands shaking as he fought to remain calm in the face of the imminent threat of discovery. Every second that passed seemed like an eternity. The boy outside was still leaning against the door, as if he was pondering something. OFelipe's discomfort increased with every second. The constipation persisted, and he felt increasingly distressed at the impossibility of solving his problem right then and there. He felt like he was on the edge of an abyss, about to fall into a bottomless pit of humiliation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with a muffled sigh of relief, Felipe heard the boys finally leaving the bathroom. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the bathroom, bringing a brief moment of calm amidst the agony he was experiencing.

- Thank you thank you! — He murmured to himself, his voice choked with relief and gratitude.

Now alone again, Felipe felt a mix of emotions: relief at being free from the presence of the other boys, but also an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of his situation. His constipation persisted, and he knew he needed to find a way to deal with it before he could get out of that cold, uncomfortable place.

With renewed determination, Felipe took a deep breath and tried to focus again on his solitary fight. As time passed, Felipe's feeling of shame only increased. He felt helpless and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and tears began to stream down his cheeks, silent witnesses of his anguish. Each tear that fell was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a manifestation of all the frustration and despair he was facing at that moment. He felt alone and helpless, unable to control the circumstances that had led him here.

While adjusting his gray shorts, a distressing thought crossed Felipe's mind: physical education class should have started a long time ago. Kaito and Akimiro are probably surprised by your delay and must be worried. Shame came over him as he realized that everyone was in physical education, living their normal lives, while he was stuck in a bathroom, fighting an impossible cold. A feeling of vulnerability and helplessness came over him. He felt isolated and powerless, unable to participate in activities like other students. The idea of ​​being the center of attention, even for such an embarrassing reason, made him even more distressed.

— They must be worried... I should be there with them, but...

The feeling of being trapped in such an embarrassing situation was overwhelming. Felipe wondered if he would be able to get out of there in time to avoid any more unwanted questions. But for now, he was alone, fighting a lonely battle against his own condition.

The pain was getting worse and Felipe already felt exhausted from trying so hard in vain. He refused to believe he would lose the battle over his own poop. He tried in vain to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape his lips, but it was a losing battle against the growing intensity of his distress. Each passing moment seemed to prolong his suffering even further, each breath a struggle to find a brief moment of relief. He fervently wished he could escape the prison of his own pain, but he was trapped in an endless cycle of agony and despair.

 — This... this hurts so much! I can not take it anymore!

Amidst that scenario of pain, anguish and embarrassment, Felipe begins to have a crisis of a lost foreigner. A Brazilian teenager trapped in the bathroom of a completely unknown school and no one even spoke his language due to his cold, in an uncomfortable position, with no one to ask for help, as his tormentor was a huge turd in collusion with his own body, trapping him there uncomfortably while normal life continued outside. It was just him for himself there in that situation. Then Felipe realizes that a Brazilian teenager lost in Japan is much more difficult than it seems, especially in this situation.

As tears continued to stream down his face, Felipe found himself enveloped by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He cowered inside the small bathroom stall, feeling ashamed and powerless over the situation he found himself in. Each sob that escaped his lips was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a palpable manifestation of all the frustration and despair that consumed him at that moment.

- What the hell! In Brazil I would never go through something similar! Did I really have to go through this hell so far? — He mumbled with his voice choked with crying. Every word was carried with the weight of his indignation and disbelief at the cruel irony of fate that had placed him in that humiliating situation. - I don't believe! I can't believe I'm losing a battle to my own poop, man! This is humiliating! It's ridiculous, just ridiculous!

While suffering from constipation, Felipe found solace in his memories of Brazil. He remembered the sunny days in his hometown, the laughter shared with his friends, and the comforting feeling of being home. It was as if memories of the past enveloped him in a warm embrace, offering him a temporary refuge from the harsh reality he found himself in. Each memory was like a soft light amidst the darkness of his current situation, a comforting reminder that despite all the challenges he faced, there was still a place where he truly belonged. He found himself reliving precious moments from the past, as if he were watching a movie in his mind, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the difficulties that surrounded him.

— If only I could be there now! If only I could feel the familiar comfort of being at home, instead of this loneliness and discomfort...

Despite the physical distance that separated him from his homeland, Felipe knew that his homeland would always be in his heart, a place where he came from and where he could always return. It was this certainty that helped him endure the difficulties of being away from home, even in the most difficult times like the one he found himself in now.

However, while delving into his memories of Brazil, a sudden cramp caused Felipe to be abruptly pulled out of his patriotic reverie. A sharp pain ripped through his left leg, sending waves of discomfort through his entire body. He squirmed involuntarily, trying to ease the intensity of the pain, but only managed to increase his distress as he found himself trapped in an even more uncomfortable position.

- There! There! There! What is happening? Why does everything hurt so much?

Each movement seemed to increase the intensity of the pain, and Felipe felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness as he struggled to find a way to ease his suffering. The cramp seemed to intensify the already unbearable pain of his constipation, and he found himself at the mercy of two sources of torment that merged into a single, agonizing experience.

— Cramp? Oh no! Cramp, no! Please do not! This can not be happening! Why is everything getting worse?

Every breath was a struggle, every movement torture, and Felipe felt consumed by the feeling of helplessness in the face of the overwhelming pain that enveloped him. He wondered how it would be possible to endure another moment of that agony, how it would be possible to find a way out of the downward spiral in which he found himself. Every second that passed was an eternity, and Felipe felt himself being dragged into an abyss of despair as he struggled to bear the pain that consumed him. He felt like a castaway on a sea of ​​torment, adrift in a relentless storm that threatened to swallow him whole.

- Oh dear! Please make this end soon, please!

But his prayers fell on deaf ears, and Felipe found himself alone in his agony, with no hope of finding relief in the midst of the storm that surrounded him. He knew he was facing the toughest challenge of his life, and only time would tell if he would be able to survive it. With his left leg firmly held in a desperate attempt to ease the searing pain of the persistent cramp, Felipe felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness come over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be protesting in agony as he struggled to find some relief from the torment that consumed him.

- I think I'm going to die! — He whimpered, his words drowned out by the convulsive sob that shook his entire body. — This will be the end of me!

Tears welled up in his eyes again, a torrent of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt ashamed for losing a battle to something as trivial as constipation, and this shame only increased his distress as he struggled to find some solace amid the chaos that surrounded him. Constipation was more than a mere physical discomfort for Felipe; it was a cunning enemy that left him vulnerable and powerless. His own body, which should have been his ally, was now ruthlessly turning against him, causing pain and embarrassment.

            — Why is my own body doing this to me? I... I should be in control, but it feels like I'm at the mercyfrom him!

            The feeling of impotence was overwhelming, leaving Felipe with a feeling of helplessness in the face of his condition. As he struggled to find a solution to his discomfort, he wondered if he would be able to overcome this internal enemy and regain control over his own body., which was supposed to be his temple, but now turned into his own prison, denying him the freedom and comfort he craved.

            He looked around, as if waiting for someone to appear to confirm that it was all a terrible mistake. But there was no one there but himself, and the cruel reality of his situation hit him with overwhelming force. The shame that enveloped him was overwhelming, a dark cloud that suffocated him and left him breathless. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if all his deepest secrets had been revealed for the world to see. He continued his lonely fight against constipation, his resolve being tested at every turn by his body's relentless persistence.

Every movement was a choreography of discomfort, his muscles tense and his features contorted in agony. Every attempt at relief was like slamming into a wall of pain and humiliation, leaving him even more desperate for a moment to breathe. The cramp persisted, causing Felipe to writhe in pain as tears ran down his face. Every breath was an ordeal, every movement an unbearable agony.

- I wanna go home! — He cried through sobs, his voice choked with suffering. — Please, get me out of here... I can't take it anymore! — The pain intensified with each moment, like sharp claws tearing through his tense muscles. — I just want my house!

As the pain consumed him, he began to have vivid memories of his teenage life in Brazil. Memories of the house where he grew up, the laughs with friends, the warm hugs from his family... Everything seemed so distant now, as he faced this lonely ordeal in a bathroom that was completely foreign to him. Felipe's tears ran down his face, mixing with the expression of pain and despair that consumed him. As the cold persisted and the pain in his legs intensified, he felt increasingly vulnerable and helpless. His memories of life in Brazil now seemed like a distant dream, a source of comfort lost in the midst of suffering.

Suddenly, the memory of the old boys who bullied him echoed in Felipe's mind, bringing up feelings of indignation and sadness. He imagined their mocking voices, their cruel laughter echoing in his head, as he fought the constipation that left him in agony.

— If they knew... if they knew what I'm going through right now, they would love it! — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of bitterness and resignation. — They would laugh at me, mock my pain... like they always did.

The image of the boys mocking him, pointing fingers and making nasty comments, was like a cruel blow to his already suffering heart. He felt small and powerless, as if he was reliving all the moments of humiliation and pain he had experienced in the past.

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the relentless resistance of his own body.

— Why doesn't anything work? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Each failed attempt only increased his agony, leaving him more discouraged and exhausted. He felt like he was trapped in an endless cycle of pain and discomfort, unable to find a way out. YourHis breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and rapid rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt. His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain, and he felt as if he was fighting a losing battle. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged.

            Felipe looks down, between his legs, feeling embarrassed and incredulous at the embarrassing situation he finds himself in. His eyes fix on the Japanese toilet, where the obstacle seems bigger than ever, challenging him in ways he never imagined. He shakes his head in denial, as if he hopes it's all just a passing nightmare. Every time he looks down, the sight of the towering challenge before him only heightens his sense of discomfort and inadequacy. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the feeling of shame that consumes him, but the image persists, haunting him with its unwanted presence.

Felipe, even with part of his torturer having a petrified part outside his completely painful anus, tried to get up, but his efforts were in vain, barely managing to lift himself a few centimeters. The constipation gave no respite, and the pain persists relentlessly.He lowered his head and rested his face on his crossed arms, resting on his knees.

— I can't even get up! I'm stuck here! It's like everything is conspiring against me!

After a few seconds immersed in his arms, breathing heavily, Felipe holds on tightly to the iron support, seeking some kind of stability in the midst of his distress. He decides to count to three, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge before him. With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters softly, feeling the tension build inside him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next. With his muscles tense and his mind focused, Felipe searches for a solution to his distressing situation. Every moment feels like an eternity as he fights.

With a glimmer of hope emerging amid the despair, Felipe watches expectantly as he feels the poop move slightly. His eyes fixate on the area between your legs, eager for any sign of progress. Every small movement is met with a mixture of relief and apprehension as he anxiously awaits a favorable outcome.

- What? I don't believe! Could it be... could it be a sign that I'll finally be able to get rid of this suffocation?

Felipe feels a twinge of hope when he notices a slight movement in his stomach. Eyes wide, he focuses on the sensation, hoping it's a sign of relief. Carefully, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on relaxing, hoping that will make the process easier. Cautiously, he begins to apply light abdominal pressure, his muscles tense with anxiety. His eyes are fixed on the toilet bowl, waiting for the crucial moment when the cold finally subsides. Time seems to drag by as he waits, his heart beating fast with anticipation. Every second is an eternity, and Felipe can barely contain the growing wave of hope that threatens to overflow.

— Please, let this torment be over!

With his breath hitched by tension, Felipe prepares for another attempt at relief. Hopeful, he grabs the iron support in front of him and counts to three:

- One two three....

He strains, pressing the muscles in his anus to push his tormentor out of his body. Yet everything remains still and silent. A feeling of frustration begins to settle in his chest, but he refuses to give up.

— Come on, you can do it, Felipe. Once again... — He closes his eyes for a moment, gathering all his determination. Then, with a determined sigh, he focuses and counts again. - One two three!

Each number is pronounced with determination, as if they were the last words of a magic spell. Felipe waits, his heart pounding in his chest, eager for any sign of progress. However, the silence persists. No movement, no sign of relief. Felipe feels defeated, as if his own strength is running out along with his hope.

- Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

            His voice comes out in a tired whisper, filled with discouragement. He puts his face back between his arms resting on his knees, feeling completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body feels like it weighs a ton, and the constipation continues to taunt him, relentless. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the cruel resistance of his own body.

— I'm going to stay here forever, man!

Felipe's breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and accelerated rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt.

His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain. Felipe reached a point where not even the tears wanted to come out of his eyes. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him, his eyelids becoming heavy and his muscles feeling weak and tired.

Still, he refused to give up. With stubborn determination, he continued to breathe deeply. Carefully, Felipe once again gave small punches to his own knee, in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling sensation that took over his numb leg. Each beat is a whisper of pain, but he persists, hoping it will bring some relief.

— Come on, leg. Hang in there, I need you in shape, don't let me down now!

Soon after, in a gesture of silent resistance, Felipe clings to the support like a shipwrecked man clinging to a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea, and decided to count to three again, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge that lies before him. . With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters with difficulty, feeling the tension build within him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next.

With a deep sigh, Felipe gathers all his courage and decides to act. With the count completed, he prepares to face the situation with determination. Every beat of your heart echoes in your ears, echoing your determination to overcome this obstacle. With one last burst of energy, he focuses on finding a solution to his difficult jam. But, to his surprise, instead of feeling the much-desired movement of his poop, he experiences a totally different sensation. His body jerks involuntarily, and he is stunned when he realizes what is happening.

- What? No! This can't be... I can't believe it! — His weak and tired voice now expelled disbelief and shame.The feeling of ecstasy enveloped him, leaving him completely stunned and speechless, as that strange and embarrassing sensation spread throughout his body: he had an orgasm.

— I can't believe this is happening to me! — The words filled with despair and humiliation echoed through the cabin. He was completely unprepared to deal with this unexpected turn of events. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the sensation, though reluctant to admit to himself what had just happened.

The shame that accompanied him was overwhelming, a powerful wave that threatened to consume him entirely. Felipe flinched, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape this embarrassing situation. He starts to rub his hand over his goosebumps, trying to recover from the shock as he struggles to deal with the avalanche of emotions that invaded him.

- Oh no! What was this?

His mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. He felt exposed and vulnerable, desperately wishing it was all just a terrible mistake.Felipe stood there, paralyzed, as he tried to process what had just happened, feeling as if he were trapped in a surreal nightmare, an absurd twist that defied all logic and reason, causing tears to once again well up in his eyes. .

Faced with that test, that infernal suffocation, that emotional labyrinth, doubts began to emerge in Felipe's completely stunned mind, echoing whispers from an invisible ghost. He wonders if this ordeal is a kind of punishment for his past failures, if he somehow deserves this torment that consumes him so cruelly. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, obscuring your vision and clouding your thoughts.

— Am I a good person? — He asks himself amidst the turmoil of emotions that plagues him. Every doubt is like a sharp arrow stuck in your heart, a test of fire for your faith and your confidence in yourself. The words escape his trembling lips, filled with a mixture of fear and self-reflection. — Is this my punishment for my sins? Am I being punished for something I did in the past? — Each syllable, although uttered almost inaudible, seems to echo in the silent environment of the cabin, as he struggles to understand what is happening to himself.

Tears run down Felipe's face, leaving bright trails on his cheeks, as he closes his eyes in search of answers. Each sob is a sigh of agony, an expression of your inner torment.

— Is this my punishment for my sins? — He asked himself, shaking with the weight of the words. He clings to memories of his youth in Brazil, reliving each moment with an almost painful intensity. Every laugh, every tear, every choice made or not made, everything is examined for a sign, a clue that could explain your current ordeal. But as the memories unfold before his closed eyes, he finds nothing more than an ordinary boy, with dreams, fears and hopes like any other. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, mixing with the physical discomfort that consumes you, forming a veil of anguish around you.

— Please forgive me, whatever I did! — Felipe sobs, his words muffled by the convulsive crying that shakes his entire body. — I don't remember doing anything bad, but if I did something to deserve this, I apologize. Please end this punishment, I can't take it anymore. — The words come out in a trembling thread, each syllable filled with anguish and despair, echoing in the suffocating silence of that place. The sobs mix with the tears that stream down his face, and the feeling of helplessness consumes him as he struggles between physical pain and overwhelming guilt. — I can't take it anymore, please. If I did something wrong, please forgive me. I don't want to feel this pain anymore, I don't want to go through this anymore. I want to get out of here. I wanna go home. Please help me.

Each word comes out muffled by sobs, his hoarse and desperate voice echoing in the small space of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of his own suffering. The tears continue to flow, a torrent of anguish and regret that seems to have no end.

— If I can get out of here, I promise to be a better person! — Felipe murmurs between sobs, expelling fervor and despair. — I promise to be more attentive, more kind. I promise to value every moment more, every person who crosses my path. I promise to never complain about the little things again, never to lose my temper so easily again. I promise to be grateful for each day, for each breath. Please let me out of here, and I swear I will do my best to earn that second chance.

Their promises echo in the suffocating silence of the bathroom, filling the air with a mixture of hope and despair.

- I swear! If I have done anything to deserve this, I ask for forgiveness with all my heart. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. Please help me out of this situation. I can't take it anymore, I can't stand this pain and this shame. I just want to go back home, to my normal life. I promise to be better, I promise to never complain about simple things again, I promise to value every moment. Just let me out of here, please! I beg! I beg!

Felipe clings to his legs, covered in gray socks, and closes his eyes, filled with tears.

— Why is this happening to me? Have I done something so terrible that I deserve to be punished like this? — He remembers his life in Brazil, a simple life, marked by moments of joy and sadness. He remembers the friends he left behind and the difficulties he faced moving to the other side of the world. — I just wanted to start over, try something new. Just that! But now I'm here, stuck in this weird bathroom, fighting terrible constipation. Is this a sign that I made the wrong choice?

Memories of his childhood and adolescence flood his mind. He thinks about the times he made mistakes, the times he unintentionally hurt someone, the opportunities he let slip away.

— I swear I will change, I will be a better person. — He promises himself, his voice choked with tears. — If I can get out of here, I will enjoy every moment, I will be grateful for every little thing in life.

Tears stream down his face as he continues to beg for forgiveness, not just for others, but for himself as well. The weight of shame and regret consumes him, but he knows he needs to find the strength to move forward.

— I have never felt so alone in my entire life. I'm feeling so fragile. So vulnerable.

Felipe sobs, sinking even deeper into his sadness. He was so tired, so dazed, so helpless, that, in a moment of carelessness and without warning,a fart escaped his ass, echoing through the bathroom in an embarrassing, deafening sound. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the space with a heavy atmosphere of awkwardness. Felipe's face burned with a mix of shame and despair, his body tense in anticipation of the silent judgment he imagined hanging over him.

He huddled in on himself, shoulders hunched in a posture of self-imposed defeat. The heat of humiliation radiated from his skin, turning his body into a cauldron of conflicting emotions. Every glance at the cabin walls was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, of his condition exposed for the world to see.

- No! No, no, no! But what a disgrace! I can't believe this happened! — The words barely escaped his lips, wrapped in a thick layer of shame and helplessness. He felt small, powerless in the face of the magnitude of his own humiliation. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of self-criticism and self-reproach.

The unbearable odor of his own fart makes Felipe even more uncomfortable. He wrinkles his nose, feeling sick at the unpleasant smell that permeates the bathroom air. His expression of embarrassment intensifies as he struggles to contain the urge to vomit that begins to emerge.

— What a horrible stench! —He mumbled, his voice muffled by disgust. He presses his hand against his mouth, trying to block out the repulsive smell, but to no avail. Each breath only seems to bring more of that nauseating odor to your nostrils. - I can not stand it! — He laments to himself, wishing he could escape the penetrating smell that seems to permeate every corner of the bathroom. His mind reels in a mixture of disgust and despair as he tries to think of a way to deal with the unbearable situation he finds himself in.

            Every sound, every echo of the farts seemed to mock him, sending him into a spiral of self-consciousness and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he fought to hold back the tears that continued to spill over. The pain of constipation increased, as if every effort he made was a sharp knife piercing his insides. Felipe clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain a scream of agony as his body protested against the torture inflicted on him.

            The pain persisted, intensifying with each moment like a relentless tide that threatened to engulf him. However, with every fiber of his being, he clung to the hope that despite the excruciating pain, he would emerge stronger on the other side. It was this belief that drove him to continue fighting, even when everything seemed lost, because he knew that, in the end, the light of hope would shine upon him, dispelling the shadows of his anguish.

Felipe felt the momentary relief of yet another fart escaping, breaking the oppressive silence of the bathroom with an embarrassing sound. For a brief moment, he allowed himself a sigh of relief, even if it was mixed with a hint of shame. However, it was what followed that caught him by surprise. While recovering from the momentary embarrassment, Felipe felt an unexpected movement in his belly. A subtle tremor, but distinctly different from before, as if something was moving within him. His eyes widened with surprise, and a twinge of hope began to grow in his chest.

Could it be that... — His voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to himself. But the mere possibility that their fight might be ending was enough to fill his heart with a tumultuous mix of emotions.

With a groan of frustration, Felipe tries again to spread his buttocks with his hands, but before he can make any progress, another fart escapes him, echoing in the bathroom in an embarrassing sound. The stench intensifies, enveloping him in a nauseating cloud that seems impossible to escape.

This can't be serious! —he mumbled, expelling despair and disbelief. He feels like he's trapped in some kind of grotesque nightmare, where every wrong move only sinks him deeper into his humiliating situation. As he tries to deal with the disgusting odor and the feeling of helplessness that surrounds him, Felipe feels his poop move again beneath him, as if it were taking on a life of its own. His eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding against his chest as he struggles to comprehend what is happening. He grips the iron bar tighter, as if he is holding on to a cliff at the edge of an abyss, desperately trying to maintain his sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds him.

With a feeling of growing desperation, Felipe realizes, embarrassed, that it is his own farts that are causing the strange movements of his poop. He feels even more embarrassed by the bizarre situation he finds himself in, unable to believe that his own passing of gas is contributing to his discomfort.

— No, no, no! Please, not that! — Increasingly aware of the suffocating smell that hangs in the air, he turns to try and escape the cloud of stench, but is confronted with the unforgiving reality of his situation. — No, I don't believe I'm going to have to submit to this! No! I refuse... Ouch! — Before he could complete his complaint, Felipe was interrupted by another loud fart, increasing the bad smell that spread throughout the cabin.

However, withWith each fart that escaped, Felipe felt a new sensation of relief course through his tense body. Every sound made was like a small victory, a step closer to the liberation he so longed for. He allowed himself a slight smile, recognizing the essential role these gases were playing in his fight against constipation.

— Those fart crap are really working! — His words, although still filled with shame, were filled with gratitude and surprise. He would never have imagined that something as simple as a fart could become his ally in this epic battle against his own body. With new determination, Felipe decided to surrender to this unlikely strategy, letting the farts escape freely whenever he felt the pressure building up inside him. Each expulsion of gas was like a small victory, a constant reminder that he was in control, even in the most adverse circumstances.

— This is surreal! How is it possible that something so unpleasant is contributing to the end of this torment? — He feels disgusted with himself, unable to understand how something as ordinary as a fart could be related to such an extraordinarily uncomfortable situation. The irony of the situation is not lost on him, and he finds himself lost in tumultuous thoughts about the absurdity of his own condition. — It's like the universe is having fun at my expense!

With his hand covering part of his face, Felipe feels a mixture of disbelief and despair as he contemplates the possibility of having to resort to farting to finally relieve himself of the discomfort of that long, dry poop.

— This is simply absurd!

Although indignant, FelipeHe continued his battle feeling grateful for having found a way to alleviate the discomfort that afflicted him. Each fart was like a small ray of hope amidst the darkness of his agony, guiding him towards the light at the end of the tunnel. With each exhale of gas, he felt his body relax a little more, tensions and fears dissolving into a haze of relief. He knew he still had a long way to go, but now, with his new ally by his side, he felt like he could face whatever challenge fate had in store for him. With each fart released, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and surprise flood his tense body. As he wiped away his tears, he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation, making a joke about his lonely battle with his own body.

— Who knew my best weapon would be... farts? — He joked to himself, his smile mixed with a touch of disbelief. It was almost as if the universe was sending him a message, a small dose of humor to ease the burden of his agony. — Who knew I'd be here, competing with myself in a race to... well, free what needs to be free.

With new enthusiasm, he continued to push, feeling the coconut moving more and more with each effort. Every movement was a testament to his unwavering determination, a constant reminder that he was stronger than any obstacle life threw at him. Despite the persistent pain and continued discomfort, Felipe found the strength to continue fighting, fueled by the hope that he would soon be free from the torment that afflicted him. Each fart released was a small step towards ultimate victory, a confirmation of his ability to overcome the most challenging odds.

As time passed and his battle intensified, he clung to the hope of a better future, a future free from the prison that confined him to the bathroom. With each fart, he moved closer and closer to that future, his spirit determined to triumph over all odds.

— Well, at least now I've found a new use for those farts! — He tried to force himself to play a game to distract himself, letting out a slight smile despite the awkward situation. He realized how surreal his condition was, as if he were participating in an improvised comedy skit on an invisible stage.

Each fart was a note in an improvised symphony, an accidental performance in an unlikely setting. The resonant sound filled the bathroom with a unique melody, a mix of humor and desperation that seemed to echo off the walls themselves.

— At least I'm making music in the bathroom!

As he contemplated this irony, a feeling of lightness settled in his heavy heart, as if for a moment he could transcend his situation and find some comfort in the absurdity of it all. It was as if, by finding humor amidst the chaos, he could find a small chink in the armor of his own anguish.

The brief pause of relief was abruptly interrupted by the return of searing pain, a relentless reminder that the battle was not yet won. Felipe felt as if his body were being torn apart by agony, every muscle tense and every nerve pulsing with agonizing intensity. With a muffled groan, he forced himself to continue, each breath accompanied by the exhausting effort of his solitary struggle. Every moment felt like an eternity, every movement an uphill battle against the relentless forces of nature.

— Get off me, you pest! — The oppressive stench of the bathroom continues to hang in the air, a constant reminder of your suffering. Every breath is torture, every second feels like an eternity as he once again faces the challenge before him. With renewed determination, but also an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, Felipe prepares for what is to come. His thoughts are cloudy, his mind clouded by pain and discomfort, but he knows he can't give up now.

            Pain reverberated through every fiber of his being, his body crying out for mercy as he refused to give in to despair. Every muscle was tense, every ounce of his strength focused on a single goal: to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation.

He pushed, harder, and even harder, as if his life depended on it. Every sigh was a wail of anguish, every bead of sweat a testament to his tireless determination. He felt like he was in a marathon, racing against time and all odds. And then, finally, he felt it. A subtle tremor, almost imperceptible at first, but soon intensifying into an overwhelming sense of relief. His body writhed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, a cacophony of conflicting sensations that left him dizzy with excitement.

With a mix of determination and embarrassment, Felipe encouraged himself, his thoughts plunged into a tumultuous mix of relief and embarrassment. Every moment was a battle, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability. But he refused to give in to despair, his resolve unwavering like a burning flame in the midst of darkness. With a Herculean effort, he continued to struggle, clinging to the cabin's support as if it were his last anchor of hope. Every movement was a test of his willpower, every groan a visceral expression of his lonely struggle.

The poops were big, so big that they almost seemed like an insurmountable mountain in front of him. But Felipe didn't back down, he didn't give up. He focused on his ultimate goal, his only thought being to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation. With each effort, he felt progress, even if it was slow and painful. Every inch gained was a victory achieved with blood, sweat and a lot of determination. And even as groans of anguish escaped his lips, he continued, his spirit unwavering in his quest for freedom.

— Go, Felipe! — He encouraged himself in the midst of all that torment. - You can!

Such self-soothing was a constant reminder of his commitment to himself, a solemn promise that he would not give up, no matter how difficult it was. And so, he persisted, his body tense with effort, his mind focused only on the end goal.

- I'm almost there. — Felipe stopped trying to breathe for a few seconds. His breathing was labored, as if he had been submerged in a pool for almost two minutes. Then, with groans, he continued: — Just a little more!

His muscles burned, his breathing labored, but he continued, each movement driven by the determination of a fighter in his last battle.As if going through labor, Felipe fought a herculean battle that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only four minutes. Every moment was a trial, every effort a demonstration of his inner strength. He fought against the pain, against the embarrassment, against all odds, determined to overcome the constipation that imprisoned him.

With a groan of pain mixed with a sigh of relief, Felipe feels the huge poop finally slide out of his anus. Every inch felt like an eternity, every moment torture as he fought to expel the intruder from within. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. The first sign of relief had arrived. He looked between his legs and saw it there, big, completely dry. A torturous creature that looked like a meteorite coming out of him. He prepared for the next one, aware that if the first one was already out, the other two would be less difficult.

— This... is... almost over! Just a little more!

Every movement is agony, every contraction of his muscles a supreme effort as he struggles to free himself from the burden that afflicts him. Tears stream down his face, a mixture of pain, relief and exhaustion. Every breath is an effort, every moment a battle against the overwhelming discomfort that consumes you from within. The second poop came out. It took about three minutes: one minute less than the previous one.

With a deep groan, he focuses on summoning his last reserves of strength, determined to overcome this last obstacle. Every breath is a burden, every movement torture, but he refuses to give up. Hope burns within him, a fragile flame that refuses to be extinguished.

— Just one more... — He mutters to himself, his words a fragile whisper in the heavy air of the bathroom. Every moment feels like an eternity, every second a relentless torture as he fights to expel the last vestige of his ordeal. His body shakes with effort, his hands shake with tension as he clings to the last thread of hope. Every muscle is tense, every nerve is on the verge of collapse, but he stands firm, determined to achieve final victory.

The last coconut approaches slowly, as if reluctant to leave Felipe's body. Every inch feels like an eternity, and Felipe feels like he's on the edge of the abyss, struggling to hold on as he faces his latest ordeal. Every part of his being is immersed in this moment, his mind and body united in a common goal - to free himself from the torment that has consumed him for so long.

            And then, with a final sigh of relief and a groan of triumph, Felipe finally manages to give birth to the last coconut. A mixture of pain and relief floods his being as he sinks into deep exhaustion, his journey finally coming to an end. But even in the moment of his release, he knows that the battle has left its mark, that the scars will remain as silent witnesses to his heroic fight against the relentless constipation. A low-pitched moan of pleasure echoes through the cabin. Felipe had finally given birth to his torturers.

            - I achieved! —he exclaims, his words filled with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and triumph. Every cell of his being is vibrating with the intensity of the experience as he surrenders to the ecstasy of the moment. Tears begin to flow down Felipe's face, a mixture of pain, gratitude and pure emotion. He can hardly believe that he has finally overcome this ordeal, and an overwhelming wave of relief washes over him as he allows himself to relax for the first time in endless hours of suffering.

            Panting and shaking, he begins to shake his white shirt to try to mitigate the heat in his body caused by the effort.while letting everything crash down on him. Every muscle is exhausted, every fiber of your being feeling the weight of what has just happened. But despite it all, there is a sense of triumph, of indescribable accomplishment, that washes over him as he finally allows himself to take a deep breath and savor the sweet victory over the cold that has consumed him for so long.

            - Thank you, thank you, thank you!

            there was a sense of gratitude that permeated his soul, a gratitude for having overcome such a difficult challenge. And while the embarrassment persisted, he knew that ultimately this experience would make him stronger, more resilient.

            - He finished! I Survived! He finished!Ahhh!

            Felipe felt a mix of emotions. The relief of overcoming the cold was undeniable, but the embarrassment of the situation he found himself in still consumed him. All the trouble scenes played in his head, tormenting him, as he tried to recover emotionally. Although this left him embarrassed, he realized that the cramp in his leg had already gone and his numb leg had also improved. Felipe was happy to notice these small signs of recovery, an indication that everything would be fine in the end. Finally, after having been squatting for so long, an extremely uncomfortable position for him, as he was not used to it and had evacuated like this for the first time, he decided to stand up. As he slowly stood up, he felt the stiffness in his muscles protest the movement after so long in the same position.

            Felipe felt intensely grateful as he stood up. He would never have imagined that something so commonplaceit had so much value. Being stuck crouching down with a colossal boulder stuck up your ass is not something people think they will experience any time soon. He looked at the three piled up turds, now physical proof of the battle he had just fought. A sense of triumph and relief enveloped him as he faced his achievements with pride.

- I won! — He muttered to himself, his words echoing in the silence of the bathroom. It was a simple statement but full of meaning, a reminder to himself that he was capable of overcoming any challenge, no matter how difficult. Each poop represented a victory over adversity, a testament to her strength and resilience in the face of circumstances. He felt a shy smile form on his lips as he reflected on the journey he had just taken. Despite all the discomfort and embarrassment, he had emerged victorious, ready to face whatever fate had in store for him next.

With his nose wrinkled due to the strong odor that fills the room, Felipe extends his foot to the flush button and activates it with a light touch. The sound of water gushing echoes through the bathroom, accompanied by the comforting sound of the flush being activated.

— Go to hell, you bastards! — Felipe grumbles, as he watches the water draining from the toilet, taking with it the remnants of the discomfort and shame he had just faced. He takes a deep breath, trying to push the distressing memories of that moment out of his mind and focus on the present, on the feeling of liberation that now surrounds him.

After reveling in the freedom he had lost for an indefinite amount of time, in Felipe's mind, a vivid film begins to unfold, depicting every moment since he entered the bathroom. He finds himself in front of the corridors lost with an uncontrollable urge to defecate. Every detail is sharp. He remembers the moment he felt the initial discomfort, the slight pressure in his stomach that soon intensified. Worry began to grow as the pain became more acute, but he tried to ignore it, attributing it to a simple temporary indisposition. Upon entering the bathroom, the urgency became unbearable, and he found himself faced with the cruel reality of an impending cold.

Each step towards the cabin makes you more aware of your vulnerability, of the feeling of being at the mercy of an invisible and implacable force. Inside the cabin, he vividly remembers the desperate struggle against constipation, the groans of pain and failed attempts to alleviate the discomfort. Every moment is torture, every movement a reminder of his helpless state. Shame wraps around you like a cloak, suffocating you with humiliating, self-deprecating memories. He finds himself trapped by his own condition, unable to escape the endless cycle of pain and embarrassment. Even now, as he slowly recovers from the ordeal, the weight of shame continues to weigh on him, reminding him of his fragility and vulnerability before the forces of nature and fate.

Every moment of his lonely struggle with constipation came flooding back like vivid flashes in his tortured mind. He found himself squatting on the cold floor, his muscles tense with exertion, his face contorted in agony as he fought the implacable enemy within himself. Each failed attempt to find relief, each sigh of frustration, was like a blow to his already wounded pride, a painful reminder of his own weakness. Embarrassment enveloped him like a dark cloak, tightening his chest and suffocating his hope. Each shameful memory hit him like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of him and making him question his own sanity. He felt small and helpless in the face of the magnitude of his humiliation, a helpless victim of his own circumstances.

In a hoarse and low voice, almost a whisper to himself, Felipe pronounced the words that echoed in his tormented mind:

— If this was a punishment, then I was punished very well! —Each syllable carried with it the weight of its own irony, a dark reflection on the ordeal he had faced. He felt as if he were being judged by his own demons, condemned to humiliation and suffering as punishment for his own sins. The echo of his words reverberated in the silence of the bathroom, a solemn declaration of his own resignation. — I swear I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I learned my lesson. — There was no remorse in his voice, just a resigned acceptance of the fate that had been imposed on him. He felt like a penitent before an invisible altar, ready to pay the price for his own mistakes and transgressions.

After reveling in his victory in that physical battle with himself, Felipe let himself be carried away by a moment of triumph. However, his joy was quickly replaced by lingering worry. He felt like he was forgetting something. That's when he realized what was going on:

— Ah, the toilet paper. Another item for my misfortune!

A feeling of discomfort began to creep into his chest, mixing with the previous euphoria. He again searched the cabin for the essential object, but his hopes were soon dashed when he realized that there was not even an empty roll or worn-out sheets on the floor. A wave of frustration hit him as he struggled to deal with the reality of his situation. Victory seemed less sweet now, overshadowed by the urgent need that confronted him.

He found himself faced with a perplexing dilemma: How would he solve this problem without the essential resource? His mind raced frantically in search of solutions, but each thought only increased his feeling of helplessness. He felt panic begin to seep through his veins as he struggled to find a way out of this increasingly desperate situation.

Desperation began to set in, and Felipe felt time passing in an agonizing way as he desperately tried to find a solution. Every second that passed was an eternity, and the feeling of urgency only increased.

As he fought his growing despair, an idea began to form in his mind. It was risky and unlikely, but it seemed to be his only hope. With a resigned sigh, he mentally prepared himself for what came next. With his shorts awkwardly pulled down around his knees and his heart in his chest, he walked out of the stall and looked around, checking to see if he was alone in the bathroom. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to act.

Felipe approached the locked cabins with a sense of urgency and anxiety. He could feel the cold sweat forming on his forehead as his mind raced a mile a minute, imagining the worst possible scenario.

— Please, let no one come in here now! — He whispered to himself, his voice shaking with the intensity of his agony. — I can't get caught like this!

Fear consumed him as he imagined the embarrassment of being caught in such a vulnerable situation, like an ostrich with its head buried, with its ass completely exposed. He felt exposed, naked in front of the world, and the idea of ​​someone seeing him like this was almost unbearable. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he finally forced himself to look under the cabins, a mixture of hope and fear mixing in his chest. Relief flooded him when he saw the way was clear, but the embarrassment persisted, weighing on his conscience like an anchor. With slow, uncertain steps, he returned to the cabin, his mind swirling with possible solutions.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Felipe returned to the cabin, his shoulders hunched under the weight of disappointment. The absence of toilet paper was just another setback in his tortuous journey into that unfamiliar bathroom. Each step felt more difficult than the last, fraught with the frustration of yet another obstacle on his path to freedom.

He felt lost, trapped in a maze of discomfort and embarrassment. Each failure pushed him deeper into the spiral of despair, leaving him sinking into an abyss of discouragement. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the cabin wall, eyes closed in a vain attempt to escape the grim reality that surrounded him. But there was no escape, only the painful reality of their desperate situation.

Wrapped in his own misery, Felipe felt as if he were sinking in a sea of ​​despair, the waves of anguish threatening to engulf him at every moment. He clung to the fragile hope that somehow he would find a way to overcome this humiliating ordeal. But for now, he was alone, fighting the relentless currents of adversity.

A heavy silence hung over the bathroom, which now seemed like a torture chamber for Felipe. Each shameful memory echoed in his mind like an ominous echo, dragging him back to the moments of pure embarrassment he experienced while battling his intestinal problems. Every image, every sensation, every anguished sigh seemed to manifest itself before his eyes, as if the past was unfolding before him in a cruel display.

Felipe's embarrassment seemed to intensify with each passing second, like a dark shadow that enveloped him, slowly suffocating him. Every thought, every memory of the last few hours, was like a sharp dagger that pierced his soul, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to his own shame. He felt as if every unseen look, every unspoken word echoing off the bathroom walls, was a silent judgment of his failure. It was as if the bathroom itself, with its cold tiles and locked stalls, was a merciless court, condemning him for his own weakness and inadequacy.

Every breath was a heavy sigh of despair, every heartbeat a painful reminder of his own helplessness. He felt like he was shrinking under the weight of his own shame, like he was sinking into an abyss of self-condemnation. And in the midst of this whirlwind of tumultuous emotions, Felipe struggled to find a spark of hope, a reason to keep fighting the tsunami of embarrassment that threatened to swallow him whole. But try as he might, the dark shadow of embarrassment seemed to wrap itself around him ever tighter, threatening to suffocate whatever shred of courage or self-esteem he had left. Felipe's thoughts were tangled in a web of doubts and uncertainties, each question echoing in his mind like a sinister echo. He found himself before an inner court, where his own conscience was the implacable judge, ready to render a cruel verdict on his own morality.

—Do I deserve this? — She questioned herself, her words echoing in the suffocating silence of the bathroom. The sound was almost deafening in its loneliness, a constant reminder of his lonely struggle against the inner demons that haunted him.

Searching his memory for answers, he could not find any evil act or egregious error that would justify such a storm. Every memory of his life in Brazil, every familiar face, every moment of happiness and sadness, revealed nothing more than an ordinary man, facing life's challenges like any other.

— What did I do to deserve this? — He asked, his words filled with anguish and uncertainty. He felt like he was trapped in an endless nightmare, struggling to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him. Apprehension grew in his chest, a suffocating anxiety that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt lost in a maze of self-questioning, where each path led to a new spiral of doubt and confusion.

With a new sense of determination, Felipe turned his attention to the most immediate problem at hand: the lack of toilet paper. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, momentarily pushing aside the worries and reflections that had consumed him until then. After all, there was still a practical challenge to be faced, and he was determined to overcome it no matter what.

His green eyes roamed every corner of the small cabin in search of a solution to his dilemma. Desperation was mixed with a hint of disbelief at the absurd situation in which she found herself. Every detail of the environment now seemed amplified, further highlighting the lack of options. The idea of ​​using one of his socks or even his underwear to clean himself seemed absurd, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. However, the thought of sacrificing a piece of clothing for this purpose was a barrier he was reluctant to cross.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he noticed the absence of a trash can in the cabin. It was then that he remembered a sad fact: in Japan, toilet paper is thrown directly into the toilet, not in the trash like in Brazil, which means there would be no need for a trash can there at all. The discovery brought a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of his situation, but it also confronted him with the inevitability of what was to come.

— Great, one more obstacle!

With a new sense of purpose, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared himself to deal with the situation in the best way possible. Even in the face of adversity, he refused to succumb to despair, choosing to face the challenge head on, with courage and determination. First, he decided to carefully check the pockets of his clothing for any resources he could use. However, his search revealed only one disheartening result: his pockets were empty, there was nothing that could help him in his task.

- What the hell! — The feeling of helplessness returned with full force, like a wave that threatened to swallow him at any moment.

With renewed determination, he turned his attention to his own shorts, looking for some alternative that could help him solve his problem. He examined every detail of the fabric, looking for any sign of hope he could find. It was then that his eyes fell on something he had previously overlooked: a small cloth tag sewn onto the inside waistband of the shorts. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Felipe gently pulled the tag away, revealing a small piece of fabric that had been carefully sewn there.

— I think... I think this could work!

Carefully, he tore off the piece of fabric from the tag, turning it into a makeshift substitute for toilet paper. It was a simple solution, but at that moment, it was all he had. With the improvised replacement in hand, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared to face the challenge ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this adversity and come out of this situation with his head held high. It was time to put your plan into action and move forward, step by step, until your problem was resolved.

With the improvisation in hand, Felipe felt an overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and shame. The idea of ​​using a torn piece of fabric as a substitute for toilet paper seemed ridiculous and embarrassing, but he had no choice but to go through with his plan. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of discomfort, as if the entire world was watching his steps and judging his actions. He felt exposed, vulnerable in the face of his own desperate situation. With shaking hands, Felipe prepared to carry out the task at hand, trying to block out the negative thoughts that threatened to dominate his mind. He forced himself to focus on the present, on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished, ignoring the imaginary eyes he felt on him.

— Go, Felipe! can you do that! — He whispered to himself, trying to encourage himself. Every movement was a challenge, every gesture a battle against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to consume him completely. With dogged determination, Felipe moved forward step by step, facing his fears and insecurities with courage and resilience. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this obstacle in his path.

And so, with determination and willpower, Felipe faced the challenge ahead, each step more difficult than the last. He refused to give up, even when all seemed lost, and found strength within himself that he didn't even know he had. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he folded the tag carefully, trying to avoid overthinking what he was about to do. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable any longer.

— I can't believe I'm doing this!

Finally, with the label properly folded, Felipe prepared to use the improvised substitute for toilet paper. He forced himself not to think about the possible consequences of his action, focusing only on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished.

— It's just one more thing to add to the list of strange moments in my life!

With a resigned sigh, he leaned forward, trying to find the best position to perform his task. Every moment was a fight against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm him, but he refused to give up.

— I will remember this for the rest of my life! — She murmured with words full of resignation.

With shaking hands, he pressed the tag against his skin, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid any further discomfort. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of uncertainty and insecurity, but he forced himself to continue. He tried hard not to think about what he was doing, focusing only on the arduous task of cleaning himself up as best he could under the circumstances. Every touch of his skin tag was a painful reminder of his bad luck and the embarrassment he was facing. However, he knows he has no other option than to move on and try to resolve the situation the best way he can.

Finally, when everything was said and done, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. He looked at the now dirty tag on his hands, a vivid reminder of his lonely struggle with constipation. Felipe's face contorts into an expression of disgust as he looks at her, remembering what he just did. With a quick and decisive gesture, he throws the tag into the toilet.

— I hope I never have to do that again! — He thought to himself, wishing that this experience could be erased from his memory forever, something he himself knew was impossible. Felipe remained motionless for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation he found himself in. — I hope my friends never find out about this. They'll think I'm weird! — The feeling of embarrassment still hung over him, heavy like a dark cloud on a rainy day. He knew that this would be a difficult story to forget, a memory that would haunt him for a long time.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly straightened up, feeling the stiffness in his muscles like a physical reminder of all the agony he had been through. Every movement was a fight against pain and discomfort, but he refused to give up. With one last look at the now dirty tag on the toilet, Felipe made a decision. He would not allow that experience to define who he was or what he was capable of achieving. It was time to leave the past behind and move forward, towards a future full of possibilities and opportunities. He lifted his shorts, which rattled due to the lightness of the fabric, and pressed the flush with his foot, watching the tag slide through the water and disappear forever.

With a hesitant movement, he turned the door handle and stepped out of the cabin, washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror: the reflection of misery, shame, disgust. He shook his head as he slapped his face to bring himself back to reality and left the bathroom. The hallway was empty, the muffled sound of laughter and conversations coming from other rooms echoed throughout the room. Felipe took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face the world outside. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined not to let that experience define him. He was stronger than that, and he was determined to prove it to himself and others.

With steady steps, he walked down the hall, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew the journey ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it head on, ready to face any challenge that came his way. As he walked down the hallway, Felipe felt the weight of embarrassment still on his shoulders, as if he were carrying a backpack full of shame. Every look he received from students seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, as if he could read their every thought and emotion.

—Do they know? — He asked himself silently, his inner voice echoing with uncertainty. — Can they see through me, see what happened in the bathroom?

He tried to maintain his composure, trying to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess of emotions. The shame he felt was like a dark cloud hanging over his head, obscuring any ray of hope or confidence.

Felipe approached the court with quick steps, his heart beating a little faster than normal. He hoped his appearance didn't betray the discomfort he felt inside. As he approached, he saw Kaito and Akimiro sitting on the bench near the entrance, talking animatedly. With a forced smile on his face, Felipe approached his friends.

- Hey guys! — He greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, trying to disguise his agitation, forcing a smile. - I went back!

Kaito and Akimiro look at each other at Felipe's sudden arrival.

- Philip? Where have you been, man? — Akimiro asked, with a worried voice.

— You ran out of here without giving any explanation! Did something happen?

Felipe looked around, trying to find a convincing answer to give to his friends, but he ended up not coming. Therefore, he appealed to the most generic justification possible:

- Yes I am well. I just... I just had... I just had one problem there, but everything is fine, don't worry! — Felipe finished his answer with a forced smile.

Kaito raised an eyebrow, while Akimiro looked confused.

- Problem? What happened? — Kaito asked, his expression revealing a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to find a plausible excuse.

— Oh, nothing serious! — She replied, her voice sounding a little strangled. — I just... had to sort out some things.

Akimiro frowned, clearly suspicious.

— Are you sure you're okay, Felipe? You're paler than when you left here! Not that you aren't already natural, but at this level it's already too much. — He observed, his penetrating gaze probing Felipe for any sign of weakness.

Felipe swallowed again, struggling to maintain his composure.

— I'm fine, really. — He forced a smile, hoping his friends didn't notice the tension in his voice. Felipe quickly looked around, observing the other boys packing their things and getting ready to leave. Without understanding, he turned to his friends: — What happened? Why is everyone leaving? Was the class cancelled?

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged confused looks before Kaito replied:

— Class is over, man. It's been about fifteen minutes.

Felipe was shocked by the news, his mind racing to understand how he could have wasted so much time.

- What? Like this?

Kaito and Akimiro watched Felipe with inquisitive expressions as he approached, and as soon as he began to speak, the two friends exchanged worried looks.

- Why the surprise? It was obvious after running away without saying anything and disappearing all this time. Where were you, man? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't reveal the real reason for his prolonged absence.

— Oh, I... I was in the library. — He replied quickly, his tone somewhat hesitant.

Akimiro raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, while Kaito couldn't contain an ironic smile when Felipe mentioned the library as an excuse for his absence.

- Oh, really? Is Physical Education class now in the library? I didn't know we were changing environments so drastically,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Felipe felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his face when he realized the absurdity of his lie being highlighted so clearly by Kaito. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as he fought to maintain his facade of normalcy in the face of his friends' critical eyes. Feeling increasingly cornered by Kaito and Akimiro's persistent questions, Felipe desperately tried to rectify his initial lie about being in the library. With a flash of inspiration, he quickly suggested:

— Well, actually... I was in the library, but only because I needed to get a book before it closed. — He said, his words coming out in a rush in an attempt to justify his absence. — But then I ended up getting distracted, you know... — he added, his wavering voice reflecting his growing nervousness.

However, before he could elaborate further on his unlikely excuse, Kaito and Akimiro continued with their incisive questions, leaving Felipe even more uncomfortable and prone to embarrassing himself in his own lies. He felt a cold sweat run down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of his friends' intense scrutiny.

— So, where is that book you wanted so much to get? — Kaito asked, his gaze fixed on Felipe, as if he was trying to penetrate the layers of his lie. — Because from what I can see, you don't have any books with you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat as he frantically searched for a convincing excuse. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a constant reminder of his growing anxiety.

— Uh, the book... Well, you know, I... I ended up not finding exactly what I was looking for. — Felipe replied, his voice shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. — It's just... I was trying to find a specific book, but it looks like it was borrowed or something...

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, clearly skeptical of Felipe's story.

— And what was the title of that 'specific' book you were looking for? — Akimiro asked, his voice full of distrust. — Who knows, we can help you look.

Felipe felt cold sweat running down his forehead as he tried to think of an answer that could satisfy his friends without revealing too much.

— Oh, it was... um... 'The Lost Chronicles of Antiquity'! — He replied, his words coming out in a rush in a last-ditch effort to support his lie.

Akimiro crossed his arms, looking straight into Felipe's eyes with a serious expression.

— You had all morning to get this supposed book from the library, Felipe. — He said, with a tone of distrust evident in his voice. — Also, remember we showed you the library early in the morning? Why didn't you get the book at that time? This just doesn't make sense.

Felipe swallowed hard, feeling increasingly cornered by his friends' incessant questions. He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with a convincing excuse, but his mind felt like a mess of lies and distorted truths.

Felipe felt the weight of Akimiro's words like a silent accusation, an unrelenting pressure that made him even more uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't keep dodging his friends' questions, but the thought of admitting the truth was overwhelming.

— Well, it's just... — began Felipe, his voice wavering as he struggled to find a plausible excuse. — I, um, wanted to check out some other books first before I make up my mind. And... And I ended up getting distracted, you know how it is.

His words came out in a hurried stream, his hands sweating as he fought to keep his face calm. However, it was evident that his explanation was far from convincing.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, as if sharing a silent understanding. They knew something wasn't right, and they were determined to find out the truth.

— Interesting... — muttered Kaito, his casual tone contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. — And didn't you find it strange that, suddenly, time passed so quickly?

Akimiro nodded in agreement, his arms still crossed as he watched Felipe with a serious expression.

Felipe's heart beat wildly as he struggled to keep his story standing before the penetrating gaze of his friends. Each question was like a punch to the gut, a constant reminder of her own guilt and shame. He knew he could no longer run from the truth, but admitting his weakness was almost unbearable.

“Well, it's just…” he began, his voice wavering as he tried to articulate a plausible excuse. — I... I ended up getting distracted by... some notes I found, you know? And... and when I realized it, time had flown by.

— Ahem, notes... — muttered Kaito, an ironic smile playing on his lips. — Interesting, because I didn't see any notebooks or papers when you got here.

Felipe felt a chill run down his spine, his mind racing in search of an answer that could satisfy his friends.

— Well, it's just... — he began again, his voice sounding weaker now. — I... I left the notes in the living room closet, so as not to carry extra weight here.

Akimiro crossed his arms, an incisive gaze fixed on Felipe.

— But what about the fact that we passed through the hallway when we went to fill our water bottles and we didn't see you anywhere? — he questioned, his voice cold and calculated. — Isn't it a little strange that you were 'looking for notes' and we didn't even see you?

Felipe swallowed hard, his mind spinning in search of a way out. He knew he couldn't keep lying any longer, but the idea of ​​admitting his weakness was too scary.

— It's just... it's just that I... I had to go to the teachers' room to ask for information about the book. he stuttered, his words coming out in a hurried stream of apologies. — And... and then I was a little late, you know?

Kaito raised an eyebrow, his disbelieving look leaving no room for doubt.

— And why didn't you tell us this before? he asked, his tone skeptical. — It seems like you're making excuses as we question you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat, his mind a mess of fear and anxiety. He knew he couldn't continue this charade any longer, but the thought of confessing his weakness was almost unbearable. However, Akimiro sighed as he picked up his backpack from the floor next to the bench.

- All good. Just let us know next time. You missed the opportunity to meet the teacher.

Felipe felt a mix of relief and surprise at Akimiro's response. He hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, and the mere idea of ​​having escaped that awkward situation left him momentarily speechless. Taking a deep breath, he finally found his voice.

— Thank you, Akimiro. I will be more careful and more attentive next time.

A feeling of relief spread through his body, dispelling some of the anxiety that had consumed him moments before. He knew that even if the situation was still uncomfortable, at least he would no longer have to struggle to hide the truth from his friends.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, staining the sky with shades of orange and pink as students filed out of school. Kaito, Akimiro and Felipe were walking along the boardwalk together, when Kaito had an idea.

— Hey, guys, how about we go to karaoke after class?

Felipe looked at the ground for a moment, feeling the weight of fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day.

—Actually, I'm tired. I think I'd rather go home today. The first day of school was really hard for me, and I need to get some rest.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged worried looks, noticing the tired expression on Felipe's face.

— Are you sure everything is okay, Felipe? — Akimiro asked, with a noticeable tone of concern.

— Yes. — Felipe nodded, trying to smile to reassure his friends. - Everything is fine. I'm just a little exhausted. But don't worry about me.

- OK, if you say so. But if you need anything, just call, right?

— Of course, it was worth it. But I'll be fine. I just need to get some sleep!

— Understood. Take care, man.

Felipe thanked his friends and said goodbye, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. He wanted to join them in the fun, but his body cried out for rest. With one last wave, he continued on his way home, eager for some peace and quiet.

As he walked, Felipe felt as if each step was heavier than the last, as if the burden of his own shame was tied to his shoulders. Every time he closed his eyes, the images of the bathroom returned in rapid, relentless succession, as if it were a movie in his mind, replaying the moments of agony and discomfort. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, even as the gentle afternoon breeze caressed his face. Every time his mind turned to that humiliating situation, his stomach twisted into a tight knot of anxiety and embarrassment.

He could feel again the terrible and embarrassing moments he spent using a Japanese toilet, forcing him to adopt an uncomfortable and strange position. Every movement was a fight against gravity and against his own body, which seemed to be conspiring against him in this moment of desperate need. The absence of toilet paper was like a death sentence to his dignity, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless in the face of a battle he knew he couldn't easily win. He found himself desperately searching every corner of the cabin and his pockets for anything he could use to clean himself, but found only the cold emptiness of inevitability.

Every groan of pain and effort seemed to echo off the cramped walls of the cabin, reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of his own weakness and humiliation. Each time she writhed in agony, she felt like she was losing a little more of her dignity, one piece at a time, until there was only an unfathomable void left. And then came to mind the moment when she considered using her own clothes to clean herself, a desperate decision in a desperate moment. He could feel the shame burning in his cheeks as he remembered the moment he ripped the tag off his shorts, resigning himself to the fact that there was no other option. Every movement was torture, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability.

With his green eyes, still wet from the tears he had let escape earlier, Felipe closed himself off in his own world of reflection and challenge. letting himself sink into the darkness that now seemed to envelop him completely. A feeling of helplessness overcame him, as if he were trapped in a maze of inexplicable events. Memories of difficult moments in the bathroom flooded his mind, each image bringing with it a wave of shame and embarrassment.

— Did I deserve to go through this? — She asked herself in silence, her voice echoing only in her mind. Each step seemed to weigh more than usual, as if the weight of her doubts and uncertainties were permeating the air around her. The setting sun colored the sky with golden tones, but to Felipe, everything seemed shrouded in shadows of remorse and discomfort. — If this was a punishment... — he muttered to himself, as if his voice concretized his feelings. —So, I really learned my lesson. I can be sure I learned. Even if I don't remember doing anything bad, perhaps it's an opportunity to reflect on my past actions and seek redemption. — Every memory of the lonely struggle in the bathroom, the lack of toilet paper, the physical and emotional pain, all of it echoed in his mind like a persistent reminder of his own fragility. — Maybe this is a chance to grow, to become a better person, he continued, his voice now firmer, determination coloring his words.

In the distance, the soft sound of an urban melody filled the air, bringing with it a fleeting sense of hope.

“Yes,” he murmured finally, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon, “maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel after all.”

He quickened his pace, determined to face whatever fate had in store for him, with renewed hope that, in the end, he would find peace and redemption. With renewed determination, the young Brazilian walked down the street towards his home, aware of all the learning he gained on that turbulent afternoon. His steps, once heavy with the weight of doubt and embarrassment, now seemed lighter, driven by the hope of a new beginning. As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink, Felipe felt a new sense of purpose blossom within him. Every corner, every streetlight he passed seemed to whisper words of encouragement to him, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

As he walked down the street, he looked up at the sky still illuminated by the evening light, filled with a tranquil and serene beauty. With a last sigh of relief, he followed his destiny, knowing that when everything is lost there is always another way.

EPILOGUE

In the stillness of the night, when all the echoes of the day had dissipated, two shadows moved like ghosts through the school corridors. Like stealthy thieves of darkness, they glided through the gloom, their forms twisting sinuously, almost like serpents on the hunt. As they approached the bathroom, tension hung in the air like a storm cloud about to collapse. With precise gestures, one of the suspicious figures reached out and, with a smooth movement, turned the door handle, as if he were opening the door of a safe. Meanwhile, his companion remained alert, watching every dark corner like an attentive guard watching the gates of a castle.

A faint creak echoed through the hallway, as subtle as the whisper of wind in the leaves of the trees. The bathroom door opened with a muffled, barely audible click, as if it were whispering forbidden secrets. Without hesitation, the two invaders entered the room, their footsteps echoing across the cold floor like the echo of a drum in the silent night.

Inside the bathroom, darkness reigned supreme, wrapping everything in its shadowy cloak. But the intruders did not waver. Like fearless explorers in a dark cave, they pressed forward, determined to uncover the secrets hidden in the shadows. With a quick gesture, one of them turned on the light, banishing the darkness and revealing his true identity. Kaito and Akimiro, now without the masks that hid them, exchanged complicit glances, sharing the excitement of their secret plan. The backpacks were deposited on the floor with a faint noise, like the sound of a sigh escaping the lips of a conspirator.

Kaito and Akimiro looked at each other, sharing a knowing laugh that echoed through the bathroom like the sound of jubilant bells. Their laughter was like distant thunder on a stormy night, filling the air with contagious energy.

— Did he really think he could string us along? — Kaito laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

— Yes, it's serious. — Akimiro complemented his friend's sarcasm, shaking his head in disbelief. — As if we were going to believe he was looking for a book in the library.

— It's pathetic! — Kaito commented, his eyes shining with amusement. — Not even teachers fall for these stories anymore.

— But what about his last excuse? — Akimiro questioned, his expression curious. — Saying you were tired and wanted to go home? Does he think we're idiots?

Kaito let out a low laugh.

— He's really stupid. These are the dumbest ones. — Kaito commented, showing his true opinion about the foreigner to someone who spent the entire day introducing Akimiro to the school and being his company. Well, let's get to the point. — Kaito muttered words full of determination Machiavellianly as he slid the gloves over his hands, as if he were preparing to perform surgery.

His voice echoed softly off the bathroom walls, an ominous reminder of his relentless determination. Akimiro watched with a Machiavellian expression, his eyes shining with a mixture of anticipation and malice, as if he were watching a cruel spectacle unfold before his eyes.

With the agility of a feline, Kaito entered the cabin that Felipe had used earlier, moving with a sinister grace as he crouched in front of the Japanese vase fixed to the floor. His movements were so fluid and silent that they could be compared to that of a ghost, disappearing and reappearing without a trace. Then came the crucial moment, when his skilled hands removed a hidden camera from inside the vase. An object seemed so innocent at first glance, but now it was a sinister tool, an intrusion into Felipe's privacy. It was as if they were stealing an intimate secret, an act of violation disguised as a simple search for information.

— Another mission accomplished, my friend — proclaimed Kaito, his sinister smile revealing a touch of pride in the feat accomplished.

Akimiro couldn't contain his laughter, a harsh laugh that echoed off the bathroom walls, filled with the dark satisfaction of someone who delights in wrongdoing.

— This boy is more naive than we thought. — Kaito commented, his voice tinged with a tone of contempt.

— The century egg plan never fails. — commented Akimiro.

The irony in his words was evident, an evil disguised as a joke. For them, manipulation was an art, and Felipe was just another piece in their cruel game.

Kaito, with a roguish smile, kept the camera hidden in a box of pearls that he had taken from his backpack, observing with satisfaction the perfect concealment of the artifact.

— Jewelry deserves a worthy place, doesn’t it? — He commented, closing the box with a touch of elegance, while Akimiro nodded, amused.

- Definitely. — Akimiro agreed, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Kaito, with a mischievous look, asked mischievously:

— And you're going to give them back, right?

Akimiro, with a sarcastic smile, responded promptly while unzipping his backpack:

— Why would I return it? — When she opened the backpack, she exposed several rolls of toilet paper crowded inside. — Better leave another unsuspecting idiot with a dirty ass here.

They both shared a harmonious laugh, enjoying the irony of the situation. After Akimiro zipped up his backpack, he and Kaito put their masks back on, ready to leave the bathroom behind. In the dark and silent environment of the deserted school, Kaito and Akimiro's footsteps echoed through the corridor like the soft sound of a nighttime melody. As they approached the exit, their movements were fluid and coordinated, as if they were dancing a rehearsed choreography.

Unrest reigned in the darkness, when Kaito broke the silence with his curious question, the sound of his voice cut the air like a sharp blade, breaking the tranquility of the night:

— Do you think this one will make good money?

Akimiro responded with confident calm, his words filled with certainty and determination:

— Much more than the Mexican and the Norwegian, you can be sure.

Kaito's subtle laugh was like a sigh of relief, indicating his satisfaction with his companion's response.

Together, they disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, their footsteps echoing like a distant echo as they walked away. The silence of the night enveloped the school once again, like a dark cloak, covering up the secrets that lay within its empty walls, especially the stalls in the institution's men's bathroom.

[happy4562]

Voyeuristic Boss

His stomach throbbed. His hands were clammy. His body was having hot flashes. Nick knew that meant he had to find a toilet soon or he would be in trouble. Unfortunately, Nick was someone who never took a shit anywhere but home. He was ashamed to be seen or heard on the toilet and had only ever used a public bathroom a handful of times in his 28 years.

Nick had only been working as an accountant at his new job for a month. He hadn’t even met everyone who worked in the office yet. He sat at his desk, clenching his cheeks tightly in the hopes that the need to shit would pass. He looked at the clock: 11:19am. There was at least another 6 hours of work before he could even leave. And then he would have to make the 35 minute commute home.

Another 20 minutes passed and Nick knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. He had no choice but to use the men’s room at work. He made his way into the restroom and was relieved to see that all 3 stalls were vacant. He took the stall farthest from the door, hoping to maintain a modicum of privacy.

As he latched the door shut, the men’s room door swung open. Fear flooded Nick’s body. He told himself that whoever came in just had to piss and would be gone in a minute. Instead he saw two feet enter the stall next to him and latch it shut. He contemplated leaving his stall and pretending he had already shit but his body told him that he needed a toilet right now!

Looking at the shoes in the next stall, Nick realized that it was the office manager, Grady. Grady dropped his pants to his ankles and got right to business. A few plops hit the water and Grady sighed in relief. Nick stood in front of his toilet and unbuckled his dress pants. He slowly mounted the seat.

The men’s room was in complete silence at this point. Grady had already finished his shit and was now on his phone. Nick sat there, still clenching tightly. He didn’t want to let go feet away from someone he barely knew, someone he worked with, someone who was his superior.

Nick pissed quietly against the bowl and got a small amount of relief. A fart squeaked out and echoed into the bowl. Nick turned bright red. He couldn’t hold it any longer. He gently unclenched and released a small wave of liquid shit that splashed below him.

Unfortunately, that small wave did nothing to help his stomach ache. Nick sat in pain, trying desperately to let his diarrhea out in small spurts. When he unclenched the second time, an explosion of gas and shit erupted from his ass. His body could no longer hold it and gave in completely. The sound of loud wet gas filled the room as another wave of watering shit rushed out of Nick.

“Damn”, exclaimed Grady from the second stall, “is everything alright over there?”

“It’s fine”, Nick practically whispered, hoping this nightmare would end.

“Is that you Nick?”, Grady asked.

“Yeah”, Nick answered as some more slop fell into the bowl.

Grady sat, intently listening to every sound that Nick’s ass made. He couldn’t help but imagine how Nick looked, sitting there on the porcelain throne is the throes of a large, embarrassing dump. He enjoyed hearing the other guys in the office blow up the toilets everyday. He had seen Nick quickly leave his desk and head towards the men’s room. He had purposely followed him there.

Nick’s stomach was still rolling as he sat there releasing waves of shit. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He hadn’t eaten anything out of the ordinary. Just his morning coffee at his desk.

Grady snickered to himself, thinking about the laxative he slipped into Nick’s coffee at 7am that morning when Nick stepped away to make some copies. Nick loudly sighed as some gas thundered out of him.

“Having a real loose one aren’t you?”, Grady said to Nick. He enjoyed talking to the guys while they shit. It gave him a sense of power. They were at his mercy while stuck on the bowl.

“Yeah”, Nick again replied sheepishly. Grady could hear the fear in Nick’s voice.

10 more minutes passed and Nick was finally cleared out. Now came the paperwork. Nick pulled on the roll and quickly learned that the toilet paper was basically gone. Now he had to ask Grady for paper.

“Hey Grady, I’m out of tp over here. Do you have any extra?”, Nick said as he nearly died of embarrassment.

“Sure I do”, Grady replied and passed a large handful of paper under that stall divider.

Nick grabbed it and wiped up as fast as he could. Grady also wiped up but only needed a single pass of tp. Nick flushed and Grady responded with a flush of his own. Both men met at the sinks. Nick couldn’t even look towards Grady’s direction.

Grady stood there washing his hands while enjoying every moment of Nick’s shame. He could barely hide his excitement. Nick dashed out of the room and went back to his desk. Grady went into Nick’s stall and jacked off, thinking of the explosive shit that Nick had endured.

When he finally finished, he made sure to walk by Nick’s desk and make eye contact. Nick’s face was still red. Grady went into his office and relaxed in his chair, knowing that he had pulled off his plan.

[happy4562]

Open Stalls on the Beach (fiction)

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.

Two other young guys walked in to use the urinals. “Woah, look at this dude wiping his ass!”, the one yelled out. Charles turned bright red. He grabbed some more paper and wiped again. His hairy ass was on display for anyone and everyone to see. It took four more passes to finish and by that point his neighbor in the next stall was long gone. He pulled up his trunks and fled the men’s room as fast as he could. On the walk back to his car, the two guys who walked in on him were on the beach. They notice Charles and pointed him out to their friends and laughed. Charles got in his car and sped off.

[brunochavoulert]

Beyond the Horizon: The Quest for Freedom (English version)

Warning: this story was originally written in Portuguese. This version (in English) was translated directly by a translation website, so I apologize if anything sounds incomprehensible to you. It was the most I could do to try to democratize this story. Hope you like it. Thanks!

PROLOGUE

The life of a foreigner, especially an exchange student, can be challenging, especially in those countries that have a culture completely different from your home country. Felipe discovered this in the worst possible way when, at the age of 17, he went on exchange to Japan. His Brazilian roots meant he faced several challenges in his daily life in his new life.

Even on the other side of the world, Felipe carried the green of the Brazilian flag in his eyes, while the bangs of his brown hair, which fell over his forehead, when it flew in the afternoon breeze, resembled the South American starry pavilion fluttering in the wind. when hoisted. His reserved personality meant that he was well received by his two and only friends in the new country in which he lived: Kaito and Akimiro, who were the same age as him and were always accompanying him and helping him in whatever way possible. for it to adapt to the new culture in which it was inserted. They weren't always nearby, but a curious fact is that they weren't always so far away either.

HISTORY - SINGLE PART

One day, in the busy outdoor courtyard of the Japanese school, the midday sun cast its golden rays on the students gathered for lunch. Felipe, who was experiencing his first day of school in Japan, occupied a table with Kaito and Akimiro near the center, where the excitement was evident. The tantalizing aroma of Asian dishes filled the air, while lively conversations resonated all around.

Felipe, with his shy and somewhat clumsy nature, tried, with some embarrassment, to use his chopsticks to pick up the pieces of food on his plate. His movements were hesitant, and the chopsticks seemed to have a mind of their own, challenging his newly acquired skill. Kaito and Akimiro, on the other hand, laughed openly at the situation, their eyes shining with amusement.

— You must catch them more subtly, Felipe. — Akimiro encouraged, with a gentle smile, while using his chopsticks to demonstrate how to use them for the exchange student. — Come on, you can do it!

With a sigh of resignation, Felipe followed Akimiro's instructions, who, after several clumsy attempts, finally managed to hold a piece of exotic food between his chopsticks. With an expression of triumph mixed with apprehension, he took the food to his mouth, his shyness momentarily eclipsed by hunger. However, his brief victory soon gave way to an expression of displeasure as the peculiar taste invaded his mouth.

- What is that? — Felipe asked, frowning suspiciously.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged amused glances before letting out infectious laughter.

— It's a century-old egg, a Chinese delicacy! — Kaito explained between laughs.

Felipe made a disgusted face, his reaction causing more laughter among his friends.

- This is horrible! I knew I wouldn't like this! — He grumbled, making a face expressing his displeasure with the food while shaking his head.

Kaito and Akimiro were even more amused by Felipe's expression, sharing complicit looks that expressed joy for the friendship and shared adventures. Amid the hustle and bustle of the outdoor courtyard, the camaraderie between the three friends shone like a ray of sunshine on a summer day.

After lunch, Felipe, Kaito and Akimiro headed to the sports court for Physical Education class, wearing their specific uniforms for the occasion. The three friends were now wearing their Physical Education uniforms, which consisted of a loose white t-shirt, which made Felipe almost pale due to his fair skin, combined with gray football shorts that reached his knees. Gray socks, stretched halfway up the students' shins, completed the ensemble, while white shoes reflected the afternoon sunlight.

As they entered the court, Felipe observed the movement around him with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. The excitement of students preparing for activities was almost palpable, and he felt a little intimidated by the pulsing energy of the environment. Kaito and Akimiro, noticing Felipe's hesitation, exchanged sympathetic glances before approaching him with encouraging smiles.

— Come on, Felipe, you'll be fine. — Kaito said, patting his friend on the back with a friendly gesture.

Akimiro nodded with a reassuring smile.

— Don't worry, we're all in this together. — He added, his voice conveying confidence and support.

Although he still felt a little nervous, Felipe felt comforted by the presence of his friends by his side. With a grateful smile, he prepared to face the challenges of PE class, knowing that with Kaito and Akimiro's support, he could overcome anything.

Kaito, in his playful and always optimistic way, tried to calm Felipe's nerves:

— Try to relax, it will just be a class like all the others we had today. — he said, casting a reassuring smile in his friend's direction. — And the professor is a nice guy, you'll see.

Felipe, although grateful for Kaito's support, couldn't help but feel anxious about the prospect of participating in physical activities.

— I'm not very good at sports. — He admitted, with a worried expression on his face.

However, Kaito was not willing to let Felipe's insecurity dominate him. With a confident nod, he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

— Don't worry about it, Felipe. The important thing is to have fun and do your best. We are here to support you.

Kaito gave an encouraging smile and Akimiro nodded in agreement, showing his silent support for his friend.

- That's right. You are not alone in this. Let's have fun.

The words of encouragement from his friends warmed Felipe's heart, dispelling some of his anxiety. With a sigh of determination, he straightened his shoulders and threw a grateful smile at Kaito and Akimiro.

- Thank you guys. Lets do this. — He said, with renewed determination.

And so, with the support and friendship of Kaito and Akimiro by his side, Felipe prepared to face the challenge of Physical Education class with courage and determination, knowing that, whatever happened, he would not be alone.

However, a thunderous sound echoed through the air: Felipe's stomach growled loudly, like distant thunder. A strange feeling came over him, and a sudden urgency made him feel an unbearable urge to run to the bathroom. Kaito and Akimiro, worried about Felipe's sudden expression, approached him with inquisitive looks.

— Hey, Felipe, what's going on? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of concern in his voice.

Felipe, struggling to hide his anguish, tried to make a quick excuse, his eyes darting nervously.

- Anything! Nothing no. It's just nervousness, but it will pass.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged suspicious glances, their instinct warning them that something wasn't right.

—Are you sure, Felipe? You look pale.

— More than it already is. — Kaito joked, trying to bring a little humor.

Felipe felt cold sweat break out on his forehead as he struggled to maintain his composure.

— Oh, it's just... I... I... I'll be back soon, don't worry. Will not be long! — He replied, before quickly walking away.

Kaito and Akimiro watched in bewilderment as Felipe ran towards the school building, his hurried footsteps echoing through the courtyard.

Meanwhile, Felipe ran through the school corridors, his urgency increasing with each step. He knew he had managed to outwit his friends for now, but he couldn't ignore the growing urgency in his stomach. Determined to reach the bathroom in time, he increased the pace of his run, hoping to reach salvation before it was too late. As he ran through the school corridors, Felipe felt increasingly desperate. His heart was pounding in his chest, and the persistent sound of his stomach growling seemed to echo through the empty hallways like an urgent alarm.

However, because it was his first day of school, Felipe didn't know the school and didn't know how to get to the bathroom. The corridors stretched out before him like a confusing maze, their signs written in Japanese looking like incomprehensible scrawls to his inexperienced eyes. He tried to follow the signs, but soon realized he was going in the wrong direction.

- Where is the bathroom? — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of anxiety. He looked at the signs written in Japanese, but the letters seemed jumbled and indecipherable. - I can not understand anything!"

With his stomach growling louder and time running out, Felipe dazedly walked back down the hallway, his clumsy steps echoing through the oppressive silence. Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to find the bathroom that would bring him long-awaited relief. In his growing desperation, he even mistook a closet for the bathroom, opening it expectantly only to be greeted by the familiar smell of books and school supplies.

— Oh, no... That's not the bathroom!", he exclaimed, frustrated, as he closed the door tightly. With a groan of frustration, Felipe continued his search for the bathroom, his hopes for relief now frayed and fragile. He He knew he needed to find that bathroom before it was too late, but every second felt like an eternity in his fight against time and his own growing agony.

Every corner seemed to bring a new wave of despair as he struggled to understand what the signs were indicating.

- Why is it so hard? — He mumbled, his voice choked with increasing anguish.

With his hopes of finding the bathroom frayed and fragile, Felipe continued his frantic search, praying that he would find much-needed relief before it was too late. After a harrowing search full of obstacles, Felipe finally spotted a familiar icon: a small drawing of a doll indicating the men's bathroom. His heart gave a leap of relief as he recognized the universal symbol.

- Finally! — He celebrated, with a sigh of relief, as he hurried towards the bathroom door. His steps were now driven by a mixture of gratitude and joy, as it finally seemed like his torment was about to end. With a quick gesture, he pushed open the bathroom door and entered the familiar and comforting environment. The gentle sound of running water, the cold of the tiles, and the familiar smell of cleaning products filled his senses, bringing a sense of profound relief.

— Ah, what a relief! — He exclaimed to himself, as he quickly headed towards one of the cabins.

The boy pushed the door of a cabin, but it didn't open. He tried opening the doors of the other cabins one after another, only to find them all firmly locked. His desperation grew with each fruitless attempt, while the persistent growling of his stomach only intensified.

- It can not be! — His voice filled with frustration and despair. He tried to push the doors harder, hoping that one of them would give way, but they all remained motionless and inaccessible. - Please please!

Every second seemed like an eternity, and the feeling of panic began to take hold of him as he found himself surrounded by locked cabins on all sides. He looked around for some hope, his eyes frantically scanning the inside of the bathroom for a way out. Every heartbeat felt like an echo of his own anxiety as he fought to control the growing sense of despair.

Finally, after a series of failed attempts, his eyes settled on a door with the handle slightly lowered. With a sigh of hope, Felipe quickly approached, his hopes renewed as he saw a possible way out of his growing anguish. With a sigh of relief, he opened the door, hoping to find the relief he had been searching for.

However, as soon as his eyes fixed on the interior of the cabin, Felipe jumped back, his heart beating even faster than before. Instead of the Western toilet he was used to seeing, he was faced with a hole in the floor, the typical traditional Japanese toilet, a completely foreign sight to him. His eyes widen in disbelief as he hesitates to take the next step. Time seems to drag by as he fights internally against the urge to relieve himself and the refusal to use that type of toilet.

Being stunned for a moment, Felipe blinked several times, unable to believe what he was seeing. He stared at the hole in the ground with a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief, his mind struggling to process the unexpected situation.

—What...what is this? — muttered Felipe, his voice wavering with the shock of discovery. He looked around the cabin, looking for any sign of familiarity, but all he found was the strange Japanese toilet before him.

Felipe, this time, looks around the bathroom, desperately looking for any alternative, but all the stalls are locked and the urgency to go to the bathroom only increases. With a heavy sigh, he turns back to the Japanese toilet, an expression of revulsion mixed with despair.

- I do not believe this! — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with anxiety. — I can't use this... no way!

He takes a tentative step towards the toilet, but his determination is quickly replaced by a gesture of refusal. He shakes his head vehemently, as if trying to deny the reality before his eyes.

— No, no, no! I am unable. I can not do this. —His voice shaking with the mixture of fear and embarrassment. He felt vulnerable and exposed, his mind struggling to come to terms with the idea of ​​using the strange device before him.

Your stomach revolts even more, sending waves of discomfort throughout your body. Felipe closes his eyes for a moment, fighting the conflicting sensations in his mind and body.

Finally, after a moment of agonizing hesitation, he makes a decision. With a resigned sigh, he approaches the Japanese toilet and prepares to face the unknown, knowing that he has no other choice if he wants to alleviate his distress.With a heavy sigh, Felipe locks himself in the cabin, feeling embarrassed for being in such an uncomfortable situation. He looks at that hole in the ground before him, his mind struggling to accept the need to use it.

— It's going to be okay, Felipe! — He whispers to himself, trying to comfort himself. — You just need to do this quickly and get out of here.

With a hesitant movement, he lowers his shorts to his knees, his face flushed with embarrassment, and squats over the toilet, feeling awkward and out of place in that unfamiliar posture. The boyHe feels terrible discomfort when squatting, his legs shaking slightly with the effort. He tries to adjust the position, moving back and forth, but the discomfort only gets worse, making him feel even more self-conscious.

— How can people... wear this every day? — He mumbles to himself, his voice shaking with frustration.

His face is now completely red with embarrassment, and he feels more lost than ever. He wishes he could disappear right then and there, escape the awkward situation he finds himself in. But he knows he needs to overcome his discomfort if he wants to alleviate his distress. With a resigned sigh, he forces himself to remain in that position, hoping that everything will be over soon and he can get out of there.

— Everything will be fine, Felipe. Just a few minutes of discomfort and then everything will be fine. — He thought to himself, trying to find some comfort in the idea, ignoring the physical discomfort in favor of solving his urgent need.

However, his relief was brief. A new wave of discomfort hit him full force. Felipe frowned, his heart sinking in his chest as he realized the terrible truth.

—What...what is this? — She exclaimed, her voice choked with disbelief. He looked down, his eyes widening in horror as he realized the true nature of his affliction.

Constipated. The word echoed in his mind like an ominous bell, filling him with despair and discouragement. Constipated. He was constipated. His stomach turned at the revelation, and a wave of disbelief and denial flooded his mind.

- No! It can not be! I can not believe this! — He felt a mixture of frustration and disbelief come over him. — This can't be happening to me!

He refused to accept the reality before his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed and uncomfortable than before.

Felipe struggled to process the disturbing revelation, his mind spinning in confusion and disbelief. He felt helpless in the face of the situation, unable to understand how something like this could happen on his first day of school in Japan. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, he knew he needed to face reality and move on. But for now, he found himself stuck in a spiral of embarrassment and disbelief, not knowing how to deal with the situation he found himself in. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

With a heavy heart and stomach churning, Felipe found himself facing an even worse situation than before. He felt helpless and defeated, his hopes of relief dashed in the face of the cruel reality of his condition.

- What do I do now?

His mind swirled with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely lost, not knowing how to deal with the terrible twist of fate that now afflicted him. Felipe remained squatting over the strange toilet bowl, refusing to accept the cruel reality of his cold. Every moment he spent there felt like an eternity as he fought the feeling of despondency that threatened to overwhelm him. With a sigh of resolution, Felipe focused all his will on overcoming the cold that was tormenting him.

— This has to be a nightmare! — He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to find the courage he needed to face the challenge before him. - All good! I can't give up now — He thought to himself, his determination strengthening with each passing second. He knew it would be an uphill battle, but he was determined to fight to the end to get rid of the cold that was afflicting him.

            With a concentrated effort, Felipe began to focus on his breathing, seeking to ease the tension in his body as he prepared to face the problem head on. Every breath was a reminder of his relentless determination, a silent promise that he would not be defeated so easily.As the cold persisted, Felipe felt increasingly desperate and helpless. He struggled in vain, pushing and trying to alleviate the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work. His face was contorted into an expression of anguish and frustration.

- Let's go! — He murmured to himself, his voice full of determination as he pushed. He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on his goal of getting rid of the constipation. However, as he tried, a feeling of growing frustration enveloped him. Every effort seemed to be in vain, and he began to realize that the constipation was more stubborn than he imagined. With a heavy heart and shame burning in his cheeks, Felipe continued to fight, even though he knew that his chances of success were getting smaller and smaller. He felt trapped in an endless cycle of discomfort and despair, not knowing how to escape.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed. His face was flushed with embarrassment and frustration, his hands shaking as he fought the constipation that trapped him in his discomfort.

- This is not working! — She admitted it. Her voice reflected her growing frustration. He felt defeated, his hopes for relief fading before the relentless reality of his condition. With a sigh of dismay, Felipe stepped back for a moment, his mind spinning with worry and uncertainty. He felt completely helpless in the face of the challenge ahead, not knowing how to deal with the constipation that was tormenting him. - What do I do now? — His voice carried despair. He felt lost, knowing that no one could help him out of this situation, because, at that moment, he was on his own.

As the cold persisted, Felipe felt himself sinking deeper into an abyss of embarrassment and despair. Every movement, every effort to relieve himself, seemed to only make the situation worse, making him more and more uncomfortable and embarrassed.

— I can't stay here forever! — He muttered under his breath, his voice choked with distress. Increasingly despondent, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up. When trying to force relief, Felipe let out small moans of agony.

— This is so embarrassing! What torture!

He looked around the bathroom, feeling enclosed by the walls that surrounded him. The feeling of helplessness consumed him as he was faced with the terrifying possibility that his condition would never improve. Every breath was a painful reminder of his desperate situation, Felipe struggled to find a way out of the maze of anguish that surrounded him. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome his constipation, but the fear of the unknown paralyzed him. Droplets of sweat began to run down his forehead, mixing with the tears of anguish that threatened to form in his eyes. He held on to the iron bar in front of the toilet, his only anchor amid the overwhelming discomfort.

— I'm going to die here! — He murmured, feeling completely helpless. Every time he tried to relieve himself, the constipation only seemed to get worse, turning into an unbearable torment that seemed to have no end.He felt like he was sinking into an abyss of despair, with nothing but his own agony to accompany him.

As time passed, Felipe's constipation only worsened, turning into a real torment. Each attempt to relieve himself only seemed to intensify the discomfort, leaving him increasingly distressed and desperate. Felipe was in agony, his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow as the discomfort intensified. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain the moans of pain that threatened to escape his lips.

- This can not be happening!

He held on even tighter to the iron bar in front of the Japanese toilet, his fingers white from squeezing. Every muscle in his body was tense, fighting the overwhelming discomfort that was consuming him from within.

— Please... stop... this! — He begged in a hoarse whisper, his words echoing in the suffocating silence of the cabin. But his prayers seemed to go unanswered, and the constipation persisted, leaving him at the mercy of his own agony.

            Felipe's anguish was palpable, his breathing becoming irregular and interrupted by muffled groans of pain. He writhed in the bathroom stall, trying to relieve himself of the discomfort, but it all seemed in vain.

— This is unbearable! — He exclaimed, his voice full of agony and frustration. - What's happening to me?

Despite the storm of discomfort that enveloped him, Felipe gathered his last reserves of strength and determination. He refused to give in completely to despair, even as every fiber of his being begged for relief. With superhuman effort, he tried to concentrate, tried to find a way to endure the excruciating pain that consumed him. Every breath was a challenge, every movement a battle against the agony that threatened to consume him completely.

- I can not give up! — He muttered to himself, his voice wavering but determined. — I have to continue... I have to find a way to overcome this...

As time passed, Felipe's cold intensified, turning into a searing pain that engulfed him completely. Every moment was an unbearable agony, and he found himself immersed in a sea of ​​suffering that seemed to have no end. Every movement was a stab of pain, every breath a muffled groan of anguish. Felipe writhed in the bathroom stall, his hands gripping the iron bar so hard that his fingers began to go numb.

- There! — He groaned, his voice choked by the intense pain that consumed him. Each movement was like a stab to his body, and he writhed in agony as the pain intensified with each passing second. He clenched his teeth tightly, trying to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape. — That hurts so much! — He complained, expressing a mixture of pain and despair. Every breath was a challenge, and he struggled to find some relief from the torment that wracked him. — What unbearable pain! — He pleaded in a distressing whisper, his prayers lost in the emptiness of the silent bathroom. — I just wanted a peaceful day, and look where I ended up!

Felipe's cold was getting worse and the pain intensified. An overwhelming feeling of embarrassment was beginning to settle in him. Every moment was a battle against the shame that enveloped him, and he felt increasingly exposed and vulnerable in the face of the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I swear I will sue my own body for cruelty. This is a violation of human rights!

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe desperately tried to use his hands to spread his buttocks, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort. However, his efforts were in vain, as the constipation persisted, making every movement an unbearable agony. Every attempt to move his hands was like hitting a brick wall, and Felipe felt like he was fighting an invisible and relentless enemy.

With his hands still pressed against his buttocks, Felipe felt defeated, his hope slipping through his fingers. He knew he needed to find a way to overcome this ordeal, but for now, all he could do was continue fighting the pain that consumed him. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe gave up using his hands, realizing that his efforts were in vain.

— I don't belong here. — The feeling of being in a strange environment, in an unfamiliar position, only intensified his anguish. He felt like a stranger in his own body, lost in a sea of ​​discomfort and embarrassment.

As the constipation persisted and the pain intensified, a growing sense of shame began to infiltrate his being. Every moment was a fight against exposing his vulnerability, and he felt increasingly embarrassed by the situation he found himself in. He lowered his head, unable to face the reality of what was happening.

— This is so shameful! — With his voice choked by the weight of the embarrassment that enveloped him, he felt exposed and vulnerable, as if everyone around him could see his anguish. — I shouldn't be going through this.

As he squatted on the strange Japanese toilet, Felipe's cold seemed to intensify with each passing moment. Every movement was a fight against the growing pain and overwhelming discomfort, making him even more embarrassed by the situation and every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, making him even more uncomfortable in his awkward position.

Felipe clutched at the fabric of his gym shorts, a desperate attempt to find some form of comfort amidst the torment that was wracking him. However, even the familiar touch of the fabric couldn't ease the agony that consumed him, leaving him even more ashamed of his inability to deal with the situation.

            Determined not to be defeated by the constipation that afflicted him, Felipe prepared to continue fighting, determined to find a solution to his affliction, no matter how difficult the path before him.

As the situation dragged on, Felipe began to feel increasing discomfort due to the unusual position in which he found himself. Every moment that passed seemed to intensify this sensation, leaving him even more disturbed by the situation he found himself in.

— This is getting more and more uncomfortable. — He mumbled to himself, his wavering voice reflecting his growing agony. He felt out of place, like he was violating some unwritten rule by using the toilet while squatting.

Every movement was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, and he struggled to find some comfort amid the discomfort that wracked him. "I shouldn't be going through this...", he thought, his mind clouded by self-criticism and growing anguish. As he tried to focus on relieving the pain that was plaguing him, Felipe found himself increasingly disturbed by the sensation of being in this strange position. The agony was overwhelming, enveloping him in a whirlpool of uncertainty and discomfort. Felipe found himself consumed by an overwhelming feeling of self-criticism and self-contempt. "I can't believe this is happening to me...", his mind clouded with anguish and growing discomfort.

As he tried to find some solace amid the chaos of emotions that overwhelmed him, Felipe could barely contain the tears of despair that threatened to overflow. Persistent constipation only increased the severity of the situation, enveloping him in a spiral of unbearable pain and discomfort. Every moment was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, leaving him even more helpless in the face of the agony that consumed him. And then, a strange sensation began to spread through Felipe's right leg. An uncomfortable, frightening numbness that made him shiver with apprehension.

            - I don't believe!

            Each new spasm of pain was like a bolt of lightning, and Felipe felt as if he were being electrocuted from the inside.

            The numbness only increased his feeling of helplessness, leaving him even more distressed about the situation he found himself in. Increasingly weak and exhausted, Felipe struggled to find a way to alleviate his discomfort, but the relentless pain continued to torment him mercilessly.

            Amid growing despair, Felipe fought the urge to ask for help. He felt too ashamed to allow anyone to witness his distress, and the thought of revealing his situation to others only increased his sense of isolation and helplessness. "No, I can't... I can't let anyone know." However, the question soon came to mind: how could someone help you? His torturer was his own body. He would have to face the situation alone. Remembering that fact was like a painful reminder of his loneliness. As a result, Felipe began to fear that his strength was not enough to overcome the challenging situation in which he found himself.

— I can't go on like this! — He whispered, distressingly, making his words sound like an echo of the despair that dominated him inside. The feeling of being trapped in a battle he couldn't win was overwhelming, leaving him feeling completely defeated and helpless. — I don't know what to do anymore! — He whined. This time with words full of resignation and sadness.

With a heavy heart and eyes full of tears, Felipe knew he needed to find a solution, but for now, all he could do was accept his vulnerability and wait for an opportunity to get out of this complicated situation. With his leg tingling more and more and his cold insisting on not improving, Felipe found himself literally trapped there, squatting, as if he were in a trap. Every minute felt like an eternity, and the growing discomfort only intensified his embarrassment. Every moment was an ordeal, and Felipe felt as if he was being turned into a statue of pain and embarrassment, unable to move or escape the situation he found himself in.

— I just want to disappear from here!

Every second that passed was torture, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a suffocating fog. Looking around the bathroom stall, his eyes desperately searched for a way out, but all they found was a reflection of his own discomfort. He felt like he was entangled in an invisible web, unable to free himself.

— How did I end up in this situation?

Every time he tried to move, a new flash of pain shot through his tingling leg, reminding him of his desperate condition. It was as if he was trapped in his own body, unable to escape the torment that wracked him.With a mournful sigh, he braced himself to face the discomfort and pain that was yet to come, determined to find a solution to his constipation, even if it meant facing the toughest battle of his life.

As the feeling of despair intensified, Felipe desperately tried to find a solution to his distress. Every effort was in vain, and the anguish that dominated him grew with each passing second. With a sigh of frustration, he came up with the idea of ​​using toilet paper to help his situation. However, when searching for indispensable help, a shock of disbelief hit him hard. His heart sank when he realized the toilet paper holder was completely empty.

- What? Oh no! No, no, it can't be! — The desperation grew as he frantically searched the cabin for any trace of toilet paper, but there was nothing. — No, no, no! Please don't do this to me, no! —He whimpered desperately as he searched every corner of the cabin for any sign of that essential item for that occasion, but his efforts were in vain. His eyes searched frantically, his rapid breathing echoing in the small confined space of the cabin.

— There's nothing! Anything! What am I gonna do now, man?

            The feeling of helplessness overwhelmed him, and he felt as if he were trapped in an endless nightmare. Panic bubbled inside him as he struggled to process the terrifying reality of being without toilet paper in such a desperate situation.“I can’t stay like this!”. The feeling of despair intensified with each passing second, leaving him not knowing where to turn for help. Every second was torture, and Felipe felt powerless in the face of the cruel irony of fate.

            As Felipe's despair reached unbearable levels, the situation seemed to take an even darker turn. A feeling of growing agony enveloped him, suffocating him with its overwhelming intensity. Every moment was torture, and the feeling of impotence consumed him relentlessly. Every part of his body seemed to protest the effort to keep going, but he refused to give up. With a last effort of will, he gathered his last strength and continued to fight the pain and exhaustion that threatened to consume him. It was then that a startling revelation crept into his consciousness: the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering. A mixture of disbelief and understanding flooded his mind as he processed this unexpected discovery.

            — That's it... That's why it's so difficult! — He muttered to himself, his voice echoing with a mix of surprise and frustration. Every moment was a battle against the magnitude of his own excrement, leaving him feeling as if he were fighting a formidable opponent. — Man, what a shame!This can't be happening to me! — As the realization materialized in his mind, a wave of despair flooded Felipe. The initial shock was replaced by an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of the magnitude of the problem he faced. The revelation that the size of his poop was at the heart of his suffering was almost too much to bear.

— It's too big... I don't know what to do! — his words barely audible above the sound of his own panting. — I don't... I can't take it anymore!

Holding on to the bathroom bar with a trembling hand, Felipe felt vulnerable and lost in the midst of the storm that consumed him. With renewed effort, Felipe tried to open his buttocks once more in the hope of finding relief from his constipation, but his strength seemed to desert him at the crucial moment. Each attempt was like hitting a wall of despair, and the feeling of helplessness enveloped him like a dense fog.

With the discomfort of the position increasingly unbearable, Felipe began to punch his own knees, a desperate attempt to alleviate the affliction that consumed him. Each punch was an expression of his growing frustration, a physical manifestation of the torment that was plaguing him. It was like a silent scream of pain, a desperate attempt to dispel the discomfort that seemed to grow by the moment.

As the agony persisted, a feeling of embarrassment began to creep into Felipe's mind. He imagined that Kaito and Akimiro were finding his delay strange, and this only increased his feeling of discomfort. Every minute that passed seemed like an eternity, and worrying about what his friends might be thinking made him even more embarrassed.

—Are they waiting for me outside? — Felipe asked himself in a low voice, his voice shaking with the anxiety that consumed him. He imagined the curious looks and unspoken questions that might be hovering around his friends as they waited for him. The thought of being the center of attention, even if only through the absence of it, was almost unbearable. He wondered what Kaito and Akimiro were saying to each other, whether they were worried about him or simply irritated by his delay.

The feeling of being the focus of attention, even if it was negative, made him even more uncomfortable, and he wondered how he could face his friends after spending so much time in the bathroom. The shame grew with each passing moment, leaving him feeling even more isolated in his lonely struggle.

— I can't give up now. — Every moment was a testament to her resilience, a demonstration of her inner strength in the face of challenging circumstances. — You can do it, Felipe!

With one last sigh of determination, Felipe tried again to free the muscles in his back cavity from their torturer, until his heart started racing when two boys from Physical Education class entered the bathroom. Their voices echoing in the empty space. A chill ran down his spine as he huddled in the cabin, desperate not to be discovered.

— No, no, no! Please, it can't be! — He whispered desperately to himself. His muscles were tense like violin strings, his mind a haze of panic as he waited for the inevitable moment when he would be discovered. He felt like he was being crushed under the weight of embarrassment, his skin burning with embarrassment at the thought of being caught in such a humiliating situation. — I... I can't let them see me like this!

Felipe held his breath, trying to make as little noise as possible while the boys talked animatedly. Every word exchanged between them increased the tension that built up inside him, making him even more nervous. His desperation reached a new level, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow as the pain and discomfort intensified. As the boys continued to chat nonchalantly outside, he felt like he was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

— Please go away! — He whispered to himself, hoping the two boys would disappear. - Please please.

However, the boys seemed to be in no rush to leave, prolonging Felipe's agony even further. He could feel time dragging by as anxiety consumed him, leaving him feeling even more vulnerable in his cabin. Each second dragged on agonizingly as the constipation seemed to turn into a losing battle, each muscle contraction a new wave of torment for his already exhausted body.

— Oh heavens, please! — Their panicked whispers and pleas were inaudible, especially above the rumblings of the boys' conversation. - This can not be happening! It cannot!

Every second that passed without the boys leaving was an eternity for Felipe, who desperately yearned for a moment of peace and privacy. He silently prayed that the boys would finally leave, freeing him from the prison of his cabin. But, to his dismay, the boys remained there, prolonging his agony and increasing his despair. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, Felipe knew he would have to wait patiently until the right opportunity presented itself for him to leave without being noticed.

            As the boys continued their conversationexcitedly, oblivious to his distress, Felipe remained motionless, keeping as quiet as possible in the hope of not attracting their attention. He held his breath, his muscles tense as he waited anxiously for the boys to finally leave.

The minutes dragged by slowly and, outside, the boys' voices continued to resonate in the bathroom, filling the space with an atmosphere of tension that was almost palpable. Every laugh, every word exchanged between the boys was a constant reminder of the unwanted presence that kept Felipe trapped in his cabin. His stomach churned with a mixture of physical pain and emotional anguish as he struggled with the avalanche of overwhelming sensations that assaulted him. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his skin tingling with the feeling of being on the verge of a complete collapse.

— Please, please... I can't take it anymore! I just need this to end... Please! — The boys, immersed in their lively conversation, showed no signs of leaving anytime soon. For Felipe, the content of his words was irrelevant; all he wanted was to free himself from the distressing situation he found himself in. - Please please! — He repeated silently, his hands shaking slightly as he clung to the hope that the boys would finally decide to leave.

Felipe's heart jumped into his throat when he heard the sound of the cabin door moving. His eyes widened in panic when one of the boys leaned against the door, as if he was about to enter.

- Please! Please! No, no, no! — He groaned in a whisper of despair, as he shrank further into the cabin.

The boy's presence so close to him increased his feeling of claustrophobia, as if the walls were closing in around him. Every beat of Felipe's heart was a deafening drum in his ears as he awaited the inevitable moment of discovery.

— Please, please go away!

His stomach was churning with anxiety, his hands shaking as he fought to remain calm in the face of the imminent threat of discovery. Every second that passed seemed like an eternity. The boy outside was still leaning against the door, as if he was pondering something. OFelipe's discomfort increased with every second. The constipation persisted, and he felt increasingly distressed at the impossibility of solving his problem right then and there. He felt like he was on the edge of an abyss, about to fall into a bottomless pit of humiliation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, with a muffled sigh of relief, Felipe heard the boys finally leaving the bathroom. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed through the bathroom, bringing a brief moment of calm amidst the agony he was experiencing.

- Thank you thank you! — He murmured to himself, his voice choked with relief and gratitude.

Now alone again, Felipe felt a mix of emotions: relief at being free from the presence of the other boys, but also an overwhelming feeling of helplessness in the face of his situation. His constipation persisted, and he knew he needed to find a way to deal with it before he could get out of that cold, uncomfortable place.

With renewed determination, Felipe took a deep breath and tried to focus again on his solitary fight. As time passed, Felipe's feeling of shame only increased. He felt helpless and embarrassed by the situation he found himself in, and tears began to stream down his cheeks, silent witnesses of his anguish. Each tear that fell was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a manifestation of all the frustration and despair he was facing at that moment. He felt alone and helpless, unable to control the circumstances that had led him here.

While adjusting his gray shorts, a distressing thought crossed Felipe's mind: physical education class should have started a long time ago. Kaito and Akimiro are probably surprised by your delay and must be worried. Shame came over him as he realized that everyone was in physical education, living their normal lives, while he was stuck in a bathroom, fighting an impossible cold. A feeling of vulnerability and helplessness came over him. He felt isolated and powerless, unable to participate in activities like other students. The idea of ​​being the center of attention, even for such an embarrassing reason, made him even more distressed.

— They must be worried... I should be there with them, but...

The feeling of being trapped in such an embarrassing situation was overwhelming. Felipe wondered if he would be able to get out of there in time to avoid any more unwanted questions. But for now, he was alone, fighting a lonely battle against his own condition.

The pain was getting worse and Felipe already felt exhausted from trying so hard in vain. He refused to believe he would lose the battle over his own poop. He tried in vain to suppress the groans of pain that threatened to escape his lips, but it was a losing battle against the growing intensity of his distress. Each passing moment seemed to prolong his suffering even further, each breath a struggle to find a brief moment of relief. He fervently wished he could escape the prison of his own pain, but he was trapped in an endless cycle of agony and despair.

 — This... this hurts so much! I can not take it anymore!

Amidst that scenario of pain, anguish and embarrassment, Felipe begins to have a crisis of a lost foreigner. A Brazilian teenager trapped in the bathroom of a completely unknown school and no one even spoke his language due to his cold, in an uncomfortable position, with no one to ask for help, as his tormentor was a huge turd in collusion with his own body, trapping him there uncomfortably while normal life continued outside. It was just him for himself there in that situation. Then Felipe realizes that a Brazilian teenager lost in Japan is much more difficult than it seems, especially in this situation.

As tears continued to stream down his face, Felipe found himself enveloped by a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He cowered inside the small bathroom stall, feeling ashamed and powerless over the situation he found himself in. Each sob that escaped his lips was an expression of his physical and emotional pain, a palpable manifestation of all the frustration and despair that consumed him at that moment.

- What the hell! In Brazil I would never go through something similar! Did I really have to go through this hell so far? — He mumbled with his voice choked with crying. Every word was carried with the weight of his indignation and disbelief at the cruel irony of fate that had placed him in that humiliating situation. - I don't believe! I can't believe I'm losing a battle to my own poop, man! This is humiliating! It's ridiculous, just ridiculous!

While suffering from constipation, Felipe found solace in his memories of Brazil. He remembered the sunny days in his hometown, the laughter shared with his friends, and the comforting feeling of being home. It was as if memories of the past enveloped him in a warm embrace, offering him a temporary refuge from the harsh reality he found himself in. Each memory was like a soft light amidst the darkness of his current situation, a comforting reminder that despite all the challenges he faced, there was still a place where he truly belonged. He found himself reliving precious moments from the past, as if he were watching a movie in his mind, and for a brief moment, he forgot about the difficulties that surrounded him.

— If only I could be there now! If only I could feel the familiar comfort of being at home, instead of this loneliness and discomfort...

Despite the physical distance that separated him from his homeland, Felipe knew that his homeland would always be in his heart, a place where he came from and where he could always return. It was this certainty that helped him endure the difficulties of being away from home, even in the most difficult times like the one he found himself in now.

However, while delving into his memories of Brazil, a sudden cramp caused Felipe to be abruptly pulled out of his patriotic reverie. A sharp pain ripped through his left leg, sending waves of discomfort through his entire body. He squirmed involuntarily, trying to ease the intensity of the pain, but only managed to increase his distress as he found himself trapped in an even more uncomfortable position.

- There! There! There! What is happening? Why does everything hurt so much?

Each movement seemed to increase the intensity of the pain, and Felipe felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness as he struggled to find a way to ease his suffering. The cramp seemed to intensify the already unbearable pain of his constipation, and he found himself at the mercy of two sources of torment that merged into a single, agonizing experience.

— Cramp? Oh no! Cramp, no! Please do not! This can not be happening! Why is everything getting worse?

Every breath was a struggle, every movement torture, and Felipe felt consumed by the feeling of helplessness in the face of the overwhelming pain that enveloped him. He wondered how it would be possible to endure another moment of that agony, how it would be possible to find a way out of the downward spiral in which he found himself. Every second that passed was an eternity, and Felipe felt himself being dragged into an abyss of despair as he struggled to bear the pain that consumed him. He felt like a castaway on a sea of ​​torment, adrift in a relentless storm that threatened to swallow him whole.

- Oh dear! Please make this end soon, please!

But his prayers fell on deaf ears, and Felipe found himself alone in his agony, with no hope of finding relief in the midst of the storm that surrounded him. He knew he was facing the toughest challenge of his life, and only time would tell if he would be able to survive it. With his left leg firmly held in a desperate attempt to ease the searing pain of the persistent cramp, Felipe felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness come over him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be protesting in agony as he struggled to find some relief from the torment that consumed him.

- I think I'm going to die! — He whimpered, his words drowned out by the convulsive sob that shook his entire body. — This will be the end of me!

Tears welled up in his eyes again, a torrent of conflicting emotions that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt ashamed for losing a battle to something as trivial as constipation, and this shame only increased his distress as he struggled to find some solace amid the chaos that surrounded him. Constipation was more than a mere physical discomfort for Felipe; it was a cunning enemy that left him vulnerable and powerless. His own body, which should have been his ally, was now ruthlessly turning against him, causing pain and embarrassment.

            — Why is my own body doing this to me? I... I should be in control, but it feels like I'm at the mercyfrom him!

            The feeling of impotence was overwhelming, leaving Felipe with a feeling of helplessness in the face of his condition. As he struggled to find a solution to his discomfort, he wondered if he would be able to overcome this internal enemy and regain control over his own body., which was supposed to be his temple, but now turned into his own prison, denying him the freedom and comfort he craved.

            He looked around, as if waiting for someone to appear to confirm that it was all a terrible mistake. But there was no one there but himself, and the cruel reality of his situation hit him with overwhelming force. The shame that enveloped him was overwhelming, a dark cloud that suffocated him and left him breathless. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if all his deepest secrets had been revealed for the world to see. He continued his lonely fight against constipation, his resolve being tested at every turn by his body's relentless persistence.

Every movement was a choreography of discomfort, his muscles tense and his features contorted in agony. Every attempt at relief was like slamming into a wall of pain and humiliation, leaving him even more desperate for a moment to breathe. The cramp persisted, causing Felipe to writhe in pain as tears ran down his face. Every breath was an ordeal, every movement an unbearable agony.

- I wanna go home! — He cried through sobs, his voice choked with suffering. — Please, get me out of here... I can't take it anymore! — The pain intensified with each moment, like sharp claws tearing through his tense muscles. — I just want my house!

As the pain consumed him, he began to have vivid memories of his teenage life in Brazil. Memories of the house where he grew up, the laughs with friends, the warm hugs from his family... Everything seemed so distant now, as he faced this lonely ordeal in a bathroom that was completely foreign to him. Felipe's tears ran down his face, mixing with the expression of pain and despair that consumed him. As the cold persisted and the pain in his legs intensified, he felt increasingly vulnerable and helpless. His memories of life in Brazil now seemed like a distant dream, a source of comfort lost in the midst of suffering.

Suddenly, the memory of the old boys who bullied him echoed in Felipe's mind, bringing up feelings of indignation and sadness. He imagined their mocking voices, their cruel laughter echoing in his head, as he fought the constipation that left him in agony.

— If they knew... if they knew what I'm going through right now, they would love it! — Felipe muttered to himself, his voice full of bitterness and resignation. — They would laugh at me, mock my pain... like they always did.

The image of the boys mocking him, pointing fingers and making nasty comments, was like a cruel blow to his already suffering heart. He felt small and powerless, as if he was reliving all the moments of humiliation and pain he had experienced in the past.

With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the relentless resistance of his own body.

— Why doesn't anything work? Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Each failed attempt only increased his agony, leaving him more discouraged and exhausted. He felt like he was trapped in an endless cycle of pain and discomfort, unable to find a way out. YourHis breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and rapid rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt. His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain, and he felt as if he was fighting a losing battle. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged.

            Felipe looks down, between his legs, feeling embarrassed and incredulous at the embarrassing situation he finds himself in. His eyes fix on the Japanese toilet, where the obstacle seems bigger than ever, challenging him in ways he never imagined. He shakes his head in denial, as if he hopes it's all just a passing nightmare. Every time he looks down, the sight of the towering challenge before him only heightens his sense of discomfort and inadequacy. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to shake off the feeling of shame that consumes him, but the image persists, haunting him with its unwanted presence.

Felipe, even with part of his torturer having a petrified part outside his completely painful anus, tried to get up, but his efforts were in vain, barely managing to lift himself a few centimeters. The constipation gave no respite, and the pain persists relentlessly.He lowered his head and rested his face on his crossed arms, resting on his knees.

— I can't even get up! I'm stuck here! It's like everything is conspiring against me!

After a few seconds immersed in his arms, breathing heavily, Felipe holds on tightly to the iron support, seeking some kind of stability in the midst of his distress. He decides to count to three, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge before him. With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters softly, feeling the tension build inside him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next. With his muscles tense and his mind focused, Felipe searches for a solution to his distressing situation. Every moment feels like an eternity as he fights.

With a glimmer of hope emerging amid the despair, Felipe watches expectantly as he feels the poop move slightly. His eyes fixate on the area between your legs, eager for any sign of progress. Every small movement is met with a mixture of relief and apprehension as he anxiously awaits a favorable outcome.

- What? I don't believe! Could it be... could it be a sign that I'll finally be able to get rid of this suffocation?

Felipe feels a twinge of hope when he notices a slight movement in his stomach. Eyes wide, he focuses on the sensation, hoping it's a sign of relief. Carefully, he takes a deep breath and tries to focus on relaxing, hoping that will make the process easier. Cautiously, he begins to apply light abdominal pressure, his muscles tense with anxiety. His eyes are fixed on the toilet bowl, waiting for the crucial moment when the cold finally subsides. Time seems to drag by as he waits, his heart beating fast with anticipation. Every second is an eternity, and Felipe can barely contain the growing wave of hope that threatens to overflow.

— Please, let this torment be over!

With his breath hitched by tension, Felipe prepares for another attempt at relief. Hopeful, he grabs the iron support in front of him and counts to three:

- One two three....

He strains, pressing the muscles in his anus to push his tormentor out of his body. Yet everything remains still and silent. A feeling of frustration begins to settle in his chest, but he refuses to give up.

— Come on, you can do it, Felipe. Once again... — He closes his eyes for a moment, gathering all his determination. Then, with a determined sigh, he focuses and counts again. - One two three!

Each number is pronounced with determination, as if they were the last words of a magic spell. Felipe waits, his heart pounding in his chest, eager for any sign of progress. However, the silence persists. No movement, no sign of relief. Felipe feels defeated, as if his own strength is running out along with his hope.

- Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

            His voice comes out in a tired whisper, filled with discouragement. He puts his face back between his arms resting on his knees, feeling completely exhausted. Every muscle in his body feels like it weighs a ton, and the constipation continues to taunt him, relentless. With a sigh of frustration, Felipe tried again to spread his buttocks with his hands, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort he felt. However, his efforts were in vain, and he found himself once again facing the cruel resistance of his own body.

— I'm going to stay here forever, man!

Felipe's breathing began to become more agitated, his chest rising and falling in an irregular and accelerated rhythm. Each breath was accompanied by a heavy sigh, heavy with the weight of the exhaustion and frustration he felt.

His body shook with the continued exertion and persistent pain. Felipe reached a point where not even the tears wanted to come out of his eyes. Every time he tried to find some relief, it was as if he only found more obstacles in his path, leaving him more exhausted and discouraged. Exhaustion was beginning to take its toll on him, his eyelids becoming heavy and his muscles feeling weak and tired.

Still, he refused to give up. With stubborn determination, he continued to breathe deeply. Carefully, Felipe once again gave small punches to his own knee, in a desperate attempt to relieve the tingling sensation that took over his numb leg. Each beat is a whisper of pain, but he persists, hoping it will bring some relief.

— Come on, leg. Hang in there, I need you in shape, don't let me down now!

Soon after, in a gesture of silent resistance, Felipe clings to the support like a shipwrecked man clinging to a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea, and decided to count to three again, trying to gather the courage to face the challenge that lies before him. . With a deep breath, he starts counting, each number marking the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Um..." he mutters with difficulty, feeling the tension build within him. “Two…” he continues, his voice shaking slightly as he prepares for the next step. "Three..." he finishes, his determination reaching its peak, ready to face whatever comes next.

With a deep sigh, Felipe gathers all his courage and decides to act. With the count completed, he prepares to face the situation with determination. Every beat of your heart echoes in your ears, echoing your determination to overcome this obstacle. With one last burst of energy, he focuses on finding a solution to his difficult jam. But, to his surprise, instead of feeling the much-desired movement of his poop, he experiences a totally different sensation. His body jerks involuntarily, and he is stunned when he realizes what is happening.

- What? No! This can't be... I can't believe it! — His weak and tired voice now expelled disbelief and shame.The feeling of ecstasy enveloped him, leaving him completely stunned and speechless, as that strange and embarrassing sensation spread throughout his body: he had an orgasm.

— I can't believe this is happening to me! — The words filled with despair and humiliation echoed through the cabin. He was completely unprepared to deal with this unexpected turn of events. His eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the sensation, though reluctant to admit to himself what had just happened.

The shame that accompanied him was overwhelming, a powerful wave that threatened to consume him entirely. Felipe flinched, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole so he could escape this embarrassing situation. He starts to rub his hand over his goosebumps, trying to recover from the shock as he struggles to deal with the avalanche of emotions that invaded him.

- Oh no! What was this?

His mind was in turmoil, unable to comprehend the bizarre turn of events. He felt exposed and vulnerable, desperately wishing it was all just a terrible mistake.Felipe stood there, paralyzed, as he tried to process what had just happened, feeling as if he were trapped in a surreal nightmare, an absurd twist that defied all logic and reason, causing tears to once again well up in his eyes. .

Faced with that test, that infernal suffocation, that emotional labyrinth, doubts began to emerge in Felipe's completely stunned mind, echoing whispers from an invisible ghost. He wonders if this ordeal is a kind of punishment for his past failures, if he somehow deserves this torment that consumes him so cruelly. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, obscuring your vision and clouding your thoughts.

— Am I a good person? — He asks himself amidst the turmoil of emotions that plagues him. Every doubt is like a sharp arrow stuck in your heart, a test of fire for your faith and your confidence in yourself. The words escape his trembling lips, filled with a mixture of fear and self-reflection. — Is this my punishment for my sins? Am I being punished for something I did in the past? — Each syllable, although uttered almost inaudible, seems to echo in the silent environment of the cabin, as he struggles to understand what is happening to himself.

Tears run down Felipe's face, leaving bright trails on his cheeks, as he closes his eyes in search of answers. Each sob is a sigh of agony, an expression of your inner torment.

— Is this my punishment for my sins? — He asked himself, shaking with the weight of the words. He clings to memories of his youth in Brazil, reliving each moment with an almost painful intensity. Every laugh, every tear, every choice made or not made, everything is examined for a sign, a clue that could explain your current ordeal. But as the memories unfold before his closed eyes, he finds nothing more than an ordinary boy, with dreams, fears and hopes like any other. Uncertainty surrounds you like a dense fog, mixing with the physical discomfort that consumes you, forming a veil of anguish around you.

— Please forgive me, whatever I did! — Felipe sobs, his words muffled by the convulsive crying that shakes his entire body. — I don't remember doing anything bad, but if I did something to deserve this, I apologize. Please end this punishment, I can't take it anymore. — The words come out in a trembling thread, each syllable filled with anguish and despair, echoing in the suffocating silence of that place. The sobs mix with the tears that stream down his face, and the feeling of helplessness consumes him as he struggles between physical pain and overwhelming guilt. — I can't take it anymore, please. If I did something wrong, please forgive me. I don't want to feel this pain anymore, I don't want to go through this anymore. I want to get out of here. I wanna go home. Please help me.

Each word comes out muffled by sobs, his hoarse and desperate voice echoing in the small space of the bathroom, mixing with the sound of his own suffering. The tears continue to flow, a torrent of anguish and regret that seems to have no end.

— If I can get out of here, I promise to be a better person! — Felipe murmurs between sobs, expelling fervor and despair. — I promise to be more attentive, more kind. I promise to value every moment more, every person who crosses my path. I promise to never complain about the little things again, never to lose my temper so easily again. I promise to be grateful for each day, for each breath. Please let me out of here, and I swear I will do my best to earn that second chance.

Their promises echo in the suffocating silence of the bathroom, filling the air with a mixture of hope and despair.

- I swear! If I have done anything to deserve this, I ask for forgiveness with all my heart. I don't know what I did wrong, but I'm sorry. Please help me out of this situation. I can't take it anymore, I can't stand this pain and this shame. I just want to go back home, to my normal life. I promise to be better, I promise to never complain about simple things again, I promise to value every moment. Just let me out of here, please! I beg! I beg!

Felipe clings to his legs, covered in gray socks, and closes his eyes, filled with tears.

— Why is this happening to me? Have I done something so terrible that I deserve to be punished like this? — He remembers his life in Brazil, a simple life, marked by moments of joy and sadness. He remembers the friends he left behind and the difficulties he faced moving to the other side of the world. — I just wanted to start over, try something new. Just that! But now I'm here, stuck in this weird bathroom, fighting terrible constipation. Is this a sign that I made the wrong choice?

Memories of his childhood and adolescence flood his mind. He thinks about the times he made mistakes, the times he unintentionally hurt someone, the opportunities he let slip away.

— I swear I will change, I will be a better person. — He promises himself, his voice choked with tears. — If I can get out of here, I will enjoy every moment, I will be grateful for every little thing in life.

Tears stream down his face as he continues to beg for forgiveness, not just for others, but for himself as well. The weight of shame and regret consumes him, but he knows he needs to find the strength to move forward.

— I have never felt so alone in my entire life. I'm feeling so fragile. So vulnerable.

Felipe sobs, sinking even deeper into his sadness. He was so tired, so dazed, so helpless, that, in a moment of carelessness and without warning,a fart escaped his ass, echoing through the bathroom in an embarrassing, deafening sound. The sound reverberated off the walls, filling the space with a heavy atmosphere of awkwardness. Felipe's face burned with a mix of shame and despair, his body tense in anticipation of the silent judgment he imagined hanging over him.

He huddled in on himself, shoulders hunched in a posture of self-imposed defeat. The heat of humiliation radiated from his skin, turning his body into a cauldron of conflicting emotions. Every glance at the cabin walls was a painful reminder of his vulnerability, of his condition exposed for the world to see.

- No! No, no, no! But what a disgrace! I can't believe this happened! — The words barely escaped his lips, wrapped in a thick layer of shame and helplessness. He felt small, powerless in the face of the magnitude of his own humiliation. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind spinning in a whirlwind of self-criticism and self-reproach.

The unbearable odor of his own fart makes Felipe even more uncomfortable. He wrinkles his nose, feeling sick at the unpleasant smell that permeates the bathroom air. His expression of embarrassment intensifies as he struggles to contain the urge to vomit that begins to emerge.

— What a horrible stench! —He mumbled, his voice muffled by disgust. He presses his hand against his mouth, trying to block out the repulsive smell, but to no avail. Each breath only seems to bring more of that nauseating odor to your nostrils. - I can not stand it! — He laments to himself, wishing he could escape the penetrating smell that seems to permeate every corner of the bathroom. His mind reels in a mixture of disgust and despair as he tries to think of a way to deal with the unbearable situation he finds himself in.

            Every sound, every echo of the farts seemed to mock him, sending him into a spiral of self-consciousness and despair. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles white with tension as he fought to hold back the tears that continued to spill over. The pain of constipation increased, as if every effort he made was a sharp knife piercing his insides. Felipe clenched his teeth tightly, trying to contain a scream of agony as his body protested against the torture inflicted on him.

            The pain persisted, intensifying with each moment like a relentless tide that threatened to engulf him. However, with every fiber of his being, he clung to the hope that despite the excruciating pain, he would emerge stronger on the other side. It was this belief that drove him to continue fighting, even when everything seemed lost, because he knew that, in the end, the light of hope would shine upon him, dispelling the shadows of his anguish.

Felipe felt the momentary relief of yet another fart escaping, breaking the oppressive silence of the bathroom with an embarrassing sound. For a brief moment, he allowed himself a sigh of relief, even if it was mixed with a hint of shame. However, it was what followed that caught him by surprise. While recovering from the momentary embarrassment, Felipe felt an unexpected movement in his belly. A subtle tremor, but distinctly different from before, as if something was moving within him. His eyes widened with surprise, and a twinge of hope began to grow in his chest.

Could it be that... — His voice came out as a whisper, barely audible even to himself. But the mere possibility that their fight might be ending was enough to fill his heart with a tumultuous mix of emotions.

With a groan of frustration, Felipe tries again to spread his buttocks with his hands, but before he can make any progress, another fart escapes him, echoing in the bathroom in an embarrassing sound. The stench intensifies, enveloping him in a nauseating cloud that seems impossible to escape.

This can't be serious! —he mumbled, expelling despair and disbelief. He feels like he's trapped in some kind of grotesque nightmare, where every wrong move only sinks him deeper into his humiliating situation. As he tries to deal with the disgusting odor and the feeling of helplessness that surrounds him, Felipe feels his poop move again beneath him, as if it were taking on a life of its own. His eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding against his chest as he struggles to comprehend what is happening. He grips the iron bar tighter, as if he is holding on to a cliff at the edge of an abyss, desperately trying to maintain his sanity amidst the chaos that surrounds him.

With a feeling of growing desperation, Felipe realizes, embarrassed, that it is his own farts that are causing the strange movements of his poop. He feels even more embarrassed by the bizarre situation he finds himself in, unable to believe that his own passing of gas is contributing to his discomfort.

— No, no, no! Please, not that! — Increasingly aware of the suffocating smell that hangs in the air, he turns to try and escape the cloud of stench, but is confronted with the unforgiving reality of his situation. — No, I don't believe I'm going to have to submit to this! No! I refuse... Ouch! — Before he could complete his complaint, Felipe was interrupted by another loud fart, increasing the bad smell that spread throughout the cabin.

However, withWith each fart that escaped, Felipe felt a new sensation of relief course through his tense body. Every sound made was like a small victory, a step closer to the liberation he so longed for. He allowed himself a slight smile, recognizing the essential role these gases were playing in his fight against constipation.

— Those fart crap are really working! — His words, although still filled with shame, were filled with gratitude and surprise. He would never have imagined that something as simple as a fart could become his ally in this epic battle against his own body. With new determination, Felipe decided to surrender to this unlikely strategy, letting the farts escape freely whenever he felt the pressure building up inside him. Each expulsion of gas was like a small victory, a constant reminder that he was in control, even in the most adverse circumstances.

— This is surreal! How is it possible that something so unpleasant is contributing to the end of this torment? — He feels disgusted with himself, unable to understand how something as ordinary as a fart could be related to such an extraordinarily uncomfortable situation. The irony of the situation is not lost on him, and he finds himself lost in tumultuous thoughts about the absurdity of his own condition. — It's like the universe is having fun at my expense!

With his hand covering part of his face, Felipe feels a mixture of disbelief and despair as he contemplates the possibility of having to resort to farting to finally relieve himself of the discomfort of that long, dry poop.

— This is simply absurd!

Although indignant, FelipeHe continued his battle feeling grateful for having found a way to alleviate the discomfort that afflicted him. Each fart was like a small ray of hope amidst the darkness of his agony, guiding him towards the light at the end of the tunnel. With each exhale of gas, he felt his body relax a little more, tensions and fears dissolving into a haze of relief. He knew he still had a long way to go, but now, with his new ally by his side, he felt like he could face whatever challenge fate had in store for him. With each fart released, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and surprise flood his tense body. As he wiped away his tears, he couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation, making a joke about his lonely battle with his own body.

— Who knew my best weapon would be... farts? — He joked to himself, his smile mixed with a touch of disbelief. It was almost as if the universe was sending him a message, a small dose of humor to ease the burden of his agony. — Who knew I'd be here, competing with myself in a race to... well, free what needs to be free.

With new enthusiasm, he continued to push, feeling the coconut moving more and more with each effort. Every movement was a testament to his unwavering determination, a constant reminder that he was stronger than any obstacle life threw at him. Despite the persistent pain and continued discomfort, Felipe found the strength to continue fighting, fueled by the hope that he would soon be free from the torment that afflicted him. Each fart released was a small step towards ultimate victory, a confirmation of his ability to overcome the most challenging odds.

As time passed and his battle intensified, he clung to the hope of a better future, a future free from the prison that confined him to the bathroom. With each fart, he moved closer and closer to that future, his spirit determined to triumph over all odds.

— Well, at least now I've found a new use for those farts! — He tried to force himself to play a game to distract himself, letting out a slight smile despite the awkward situation. He realized how surreal his condition was, as if he were participating in an improvised comedy skit on an invisible stage.

Each fart was a note in an improvised symphony, an accidental performance in an unlikely setting. The resonant sound filled the bathroom with a unique melody, a mix of humor and desperation that seemed to echo off the walls themselves.

— At least I'm making music in the bathroom!

As he contemplated this irony, a feeling of lightness settled in his heavy heart, as if for a moment he could transcend his situation and find some comfort in the absurdity of it all. It was as if, by finding humor amidst the chaos, he could find a small chink in the armor of his own anguish.

The brief pause of relief was abruptly interrupted by the return of searing pain, a relentless reminder that the battle was not yet won. Felipe felt as if his body were being torn apart by agony, every muscle tense and every nerve pulsing with agonizing intensity. With a muffled groan, he forced himself to continue, each breath accompanied by the exhausting effort of his solitary struggle. Every moment felt like an eternity, every movement an uphill battle against the relentless forces of nature.

— Get off me, you pest! — The oppressive stench of the bathroom continues to hang in the air, a constant reminder of your suffering. Every breath is torture, every second feels like an eternity as he once again faces the challenge before him. With renewed determination, but also an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion, Felipe prepares for what is to come. His thoughts are cloudy, his mind clouded by pain and discomfort, but he knows he can't give up now.

            Pain reverberated through every fiber of his being, his body crying out for mercy as he refused to give in to despair. Every muscle was tense, every ounce of his strength focused on a single goal: to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation.

He pushed, harder, and even harder, as if his life depended on it. Every sigh was a wail of anguish, every bead of sweat a testament to his tireless determination. He felt like he was in a marathon, racing against time and all odds. And then, finally, he felt it. A subtle tremor, almost imperceptible at first, but soon intensifying into an overwhelming sense of relief. His body writhed in a mixture of pain and ecstasy, a cacophony of conflicting sensations that left him dizzy with excitement.

With a mix of determination and embarrassment, Felipe encouraged himself, his thoughts plunged into a tumultuous mix of relief and embarrassment. Every moment was a battle, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability. But he refused to give in to despair, his resolve unwavering like a burning flame in the midst of darkness. With a Herculean effort, he continued to struggle, clinging to the cabin's support as if it were his last anchor of hope. Every movement was a test of his willpower, every groan a visceral expression of his lonely struggle.

The poops were big, so big that they almost seemed like an insurmountable mountain in front of him. But Felipe didn't back down, he didn't give up. He focused on his ultimate goal, his only thought being to free himself from the oppressive yoke of his constipation. With each effort, he felt progress, even if it was slow and painful. Every inch gained was a victory achieved with blood, sweat and a lot of determination. And even as groans of anguish escaped his lips, he continued, his spirit unwavering in his quest for freedom.

— Go, Felipe! — He encouraged himself in the midst of all that torment. - You can!

Such self-soothing was a constant reminder of his commitment to himself, a solemn promise that he would not give up, no matter how difficult it was. And so, he persisted, his body tense with effort, his mind focused only on the end goal.

- I'm almost there. — Felipe stopped trying to breathe for a few seconds. His breathing was labored, as if he had been submerged in a pool for almost two minutes. Then, with groans, he continued: — Just a little more!

His muscles burned, his breathing labored, but he continued, each movement driven by the determination of a fighter in his last battle.As if going through labor, Felipe fought a herculean battle that seemed to last an eternity, even though it was only four minutes. Every moment was a trial, every effort a demonstration of his inner strength. He fought against the pain, against the embarrassment, against all odds, determined to overcome the constipation that imprisoned him.

With a groan of pain mixed with a sigh of relief, Felipe feels the huge poop finally slide out of his anus. Every inch felt like an eternity, every moment torture as he fought to expel the intruder from within. He breathed heavily with his eyes closed. The first sign of relief had arrived. He looked between his legs and saw it there, big, completely dry. A torturous creature that looked like a meteorite coming out of him. He prepared for the next one, aware that if the first one was already out, the other two would be less difficult.

— This... is... almost over! Just a little more!

Every movement is agony, every contraction of his muscles a supreme effort as he struggles to free himself from the burden that afflicts him. Tears stream down his face, a mixture of pain, relief and exhaustion. Every breath is an effort, every moment a battle against the overwhelming discomfort that consumes you from within. The second poop came out. It took about three minutes: one minute less than the previous one.

With a deep groan, he focuses on summoning his last reserves of strength, determined to overcome this last obstacle. Every breath is a burden, every movement torture, but he refuses to give up. Hope burns within him, a fragile flame that refuses to be extinguished.

— Just one more... — He mutters to himself, his words a fragile whisper in the heavy air of the bathroom. Every moment feels like an eternity, every second a relentless torture as he fights to expel the last vestige of his ordeal. His body shakes with effort, his hands shake with tension as he clings to the last thread of hope. Every muscle is tense, every nerve is on the verge of collapse, but he stands firm, determined to achieve final victory.

The last coconut approaches slowly, as if reluctant to leave Felipe's body. Every inch feels like an eternity, and Felipe feels like he's on the edge of the abyss, struggling to hold on as he faces his latest ordeal. Every part of his being is immersed in this moment, his mind and body united in a common goal - to free himself from the torment that has consumed him for so long.

            And then, with a final sigh of relief and a groan of triumph, Felipe finally manages to give birth to the last coconut. A mixture of pain and relief floods his being as he sinks into deep exhaustion, his journey finally coming to an end. But even in the moment of his release, he knows that the battle has left its mark, that the scars will remain as silent witnesses to his heroic fight against the relentless constipation. A low-pitched moan of pleasure echoes through the cabin. Felipe had finally given birth to his torturers.

            - I achieved! —he exclaims, his words filled with a mix of exhaustion, relief, and triumph. Every cell of his being is vibrating with the intensity of the experience as he surrenders to the ecstasy of the moment. Tears begin to flow down Felipe's face, a mixture of pain, gratitude and pure emotion. He can hardly believe that he has finally overcome this ordeal, and an overwhelming wave of relief washes over him as he allows himself to relax for the first time in endless hours of suffering.

            Panting and shaking, he begins to shake his white shirt to try to mitigate the heat in his body caused by the effort.while letting everything crash down on him. Every muscle is exhausted, every fiber of your being feeling the weight of what has just happened. But despite it all, there is a sense of triumph, of indescribable accomplishment, that washes over him as he finally allows himself to take a deep breath and savor the sweet victory over the cold that has consumed him for so long.

            - Thank you, thank you, thank you!

            there was a sense of gratitude that permeated his soul, a gratitude for having overcome such a difficult challenge. And while the embarrassment persisted, he knew that ultimately this experience would make him stronger, more resilient.

            - He finished! I Survived! He finished!Ahhh!

            Felipe felt a mix of emotions. The relief of overcoming the cold was undeniable, but the embarrassment of the situation he found himself in still consumed him. All the trouble scenes played in his head, tormenting him, as he tried to recover emotionally. Although this left him embarrassed, he realized that the cramp in his leg had already gone and his numb leg had also improved. Felipe was happy to notice these small signs of recovery, an indication that everything would be fine in the end. Finally, after having been squatting for so long, an extremely uncomfortable position for him, as he was not used to it and had evacuated like this for the first time, he decided to stand up. As he slowly stood up, he felt the stiffness in his muscles protest the movement after so long in the same position.

            Felipe felt intensely grateful as he stood up. He would never have imagined that something so commonplaceit had so much value. Being stuck crouching down with a colossal boulder stuck up your ass is not something people think they will experience any time soon. He looked at the three piled up turds, now physical proof of the battle he had just fought. A sense of triumph and relief enveloped him as he faced his achievements with pride.

- I won! — He muttered to himself, his words echoing in the silence of the bathroom. It was a simple statement but full of meaning, a reminder to himself that he was capable of overcoming any challenge, no matter how difficult. Each poop represented a victory over adversity, a testament to her strength and resilience in the face of circumstances. He felt a shy smile form on his lips as he reflected on the journey he had just taken. Despite all the discomfort and embarrassment, he had emerged victorious, ready to face whatever fate had in store for him next.

With his nose wrinkled due to the strong odor that fills the room, Felipe extends his foot to the flush button and activates it with a light touch. The sound of water gushing echoes through the bathroom, accompanied by the comforting sound of the flush being activated.

— Go to hell, you bastards! — Felipe grumbles, as he watches the water draining from the toilet, taking with it the remnants of the discomfort and shame he had just faced. He takes a deep breath, trying to push the distressing memories of that moment out of his mind and focus on the present, on the feeling of liberation that now surrounds him.

After reveling in the freedom he had lost for an indefinite amount of time, in Felipe's mind, a vivid film begins to unfold, depicting every moment since he entered the bathroom. He finds himself in front of the corridors lost with an uncontrollable urge to defecate. Every detail is sharp. He remembers the moment he felt the initial discomfort, the slight pressure in his stomach that soon intensified. Worry began to grow as the pain became more acute, but he tried to ignore it, attributing it to a simple temporary indisposition. Upon entering the bathroom, the urgency became unbearable, and he found himself faced with the cruel reality of an impending cold.

Each step towards the cabin makes you more aware of your vulnerability, of the feeling of being at the mercy of an invisible and implacable force. Inside the cabin, he vividly remembers the desperate struggle against constipation, the groans of pain and failed attempts to alleviate the discomfort. Every moment is torture, every movement a reminder of his helpless state. Shame wraps around you like a cloak, suffocating you with humiliating, self-deprecating memories. He finds himself trapped by his own condition, unable to escape the endless cycle of pain and embarrassment. Even now, as he slowly recovers from the ordeal, the weight of shame continues to weigh on him, reminding him of his fragility and vulnerability before the forces of nature and fate.

Every moment of his lonely struggle with constipation came flooding back like vivid flashes in his tortured mind. He found himself squatting on the cold floor, his muscles tense with exertion, his face contorted in agony as he fought the implacable enemy within himself. Each failed attempt to find relief, each sigh of frustration, was like a blow to his already wounded pride, a painful reminder of his own weakness. Embarrassment enveloped him like a dark cloak, tightening his chest and suffocating his hope. Each shameful memory hit him like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of him and making him question his own sanity. He felt small and helpless in the face of the magnitude of his humiliation, a helpless victim of his own circumstances.

In a hoarse and low voice, almost a whisper to himself, Felipe pronounced the words that echoed in his tormented mind:

— If this was a punishment, then I was punished very well! —Each syllable carried with it the weight of its own irony, a dark reflection on the ordeal he had faced. He felt as if he were being judged by his own demons, condemned to humiliation and suffering as punishment for his own sins. The echo of his words reverberated in the silence of the bathroom, a solemn declaration of his own resignation. — I swear I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I learned my lesson. — There was no remorse in his voice, just a resigned acceptance of the fate that had been imposed on him. He felt like a penitent before an invisible altar, ready to pay the price for his own mistakes and transgressions.

After reveling in his victory in that physical battle with himself, Felipe let himself be carried away by a moment of triumph. However, his joy was quickly replaced by lingering worry. He felt like he was forgetting something. That's when he realized what was going on:

— Ah, the toilet paper. Another item for my misfortune!

A feeling of discomfort began to creep into his chest, mixing with the previous euphoria. He again searched the cabin for the essential object, but his hopes were soon dashed when he realized that there was not even an empty roll or worn-out sheets on the floor. A wave of frustration hit him as he struggled to deal with the reality of his situation. Victory seemed less sweet now, overshadowed by the urgent need that confronted him.

He found himself faced with a perplexing dilemma: How would he solve this problem without the essential resource? His mind raced frantically in search of solutions, but each thought only increased his feeling of helplessness. He felt panic begin to seep through his veins as he struggled to find a way out of this increasingly desperate situation.

Desperation began to set in, and Felipe felt time passing in an agonizing way as he desperately tried to find a solution. Every second that passed was an eternity, and the feeling of urgency only increased.

As he fought his growing despair, an idea began to form in his mind. It was risky and unlikely, but it seemed to be his only hope. With a resigned sigh, he mentally prepared himself for what came next. With his shorts awkwardly pulled down around his knees and his heart in his chest, he walked out of the stall and looked around, checking to see if he was alone in the bathroom. His breathing was rapid, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to act.

Felipe approached the locked cabins with a sense of urgency and anxiety. He could feel the cold sweat forming on his forehead as his mind raced a mile a minute, imagining the worst possible scenario.

— Please, let no one come in here now! — He whispered to himself, his voice shaking with the intensity of his agony. — I can't get caught like this!

Fear consumed him as he imagined the embarrassment of being caught in such a vulnerable situation, like an ostrich with its head buried, with its ass completely exposed. He felt exposed, naked in front of the world, and the idea of ​​someone seeing him like this was almost unbearable. With his heart beating wildly in his chest, he finally forced himself to look under the cabins, a mixture of hope and fear mixing in his chest. Relief flooded him when he saw the way was clear, but the embarrassment persisted, weighing on his conscience like an anchor. With slow, uncertain steps, he returned to the cabin, his mind swirling with possible solutions.

With a heavy sigh of resignation, Felipe returned to the cabin, his shoulders hunched under the weight of disappointment. The absence of toilet paper was just another setback in his tortuous journey into that unfamiliar bathroom. Each step felt more difficult than the last, fraught with the frustration of yet another obstacle on his path to freedom.

He felt lost, trapped in a maze of discomfort and embarrassment. Each failure pushed him deeper into the spiral of despair, leaving him sinking into an abyss of discouragement. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against the cabin wall, eyes closed in a vain attempt to escape the grim reality that surrounded him. But there was no escape, only the painful reality of their desperate situation.

Wrapped in his own misery, Felipe felt as if he were sinking in a sea of ​​despair, the waves of anguish threatening to engulf him at every moment. He clung to the fragile hope that somehow he would find a way to overcome this humiliating ordeal. But for now, he was alone, fighting the relentless currents of adversity.

A heavy silence hung over the bathroom, which now seemed like a torture chamber for Felipe. Each shameful memory echoed in his mind like an ominous echo, dragging him back to the moments of pure embarrassment he experienced while battling his intestinal problems. Every image, every sensation, every anguished sigh seemed to manifest itself before his eyes, as if the past was unfolding before him in a cruel display.

Felipe's embarrassment seemed to intensify with each passing second, like a dark shadow that enveloped him, slowly suffocating him. Every thought, every memory of the last few hours, was like a sharp dagger that pierced his soul, leaving him vulnerable and exposed to his own shame. He felt as if every unseen look, every unspoken word echoing off the bathroom walls, was a silent judgment of his failure. It was as if the bathroom itself, with its cold tiles and locked stalls, was a merciless court, condemning him for his own weakness and inadequacy.

Every breath was a heavy sigh of despair, every heartbeat a painful reminder of his own helplessness. He felt like he was shrinking under the weight of his own shame, like he was sinking into an abyss of self-condemnation. And in the midst of this whirlwind of tumultuous emotions, Felipe struggled to find a spark of hope, a reason to keep fighting the tsunami of embarrassment that threatened to swallow him whole. But try as he might, the dark shadow of embarrassment seemed to wrap itself around him ever tighter, threatening to suffocate whatever shred of courage or self-esteem he had left. Felipe's thoughts were tangled in a web of doubts and uncertainties, each question echoing in his mind like a sinister echo. He found himself before an inner court, where his own conscience was the implacable judge, ready to render a cruel verdict on his own morality.

—Do I deserve this? — She questioned herself, her words echoing in the suffocating silence of the bathroom. The sound was almost deafening in its loneliness, a constant reminder of his lonely struggle against the inner demons that haunted him.

Searching his memory for answers, he could not find any evil act or egregious error that would justify such a storm. Every memory of his life in Brazil, every familiar face, every moment of happiness and sadness, revealed nothing more than an ordinary man, facing life's challenges like any other.

— What did I do to deserve this? — He asked, his words filled with anguish and uncertainty. He felt like he was trapped in an endless nightmare, struggling to find a way out of the darkness that surrounded him. Apprehension grew in his chest, a suffocating anxiety that threatened to engulf him completely. He felt lost in a maze of self-questioning, where each path led to a new spiral of doubt and confusion.

With a new sense of determination, Felipe turned his attention to the most immediate problem at hand: the lack of toilet paper. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand, momentarily pushing aside the worries and reflections that had consumed him until then. After all, there was still a practical challenge to be faced, and he was determined to overcome it no matter what.

His green eyes roamed every corner of the small cabin in search of a solution to his dilemma. Desperation was mixed with a hint of disbelief at the absurd situation in which she found herself. Every detail of the environment now seemed amplified, further highlighting the lack of options. The idea of ​​using one of his socks or even his underwear to clean himself seemed absurd, but desperate situations called for desperate measures. However, the thought of sacrificing a piece of clothing for this purpose was a barrier he was reluctant to cross.

However, his hopes were quickly dashed when he noticed the absence of a trash can in the cabin. It was then that he remembered a sad fact: in Japan, toilet paper is thrown directly into the toilet, not in the trash like in Brazil, which means there would be no need for a trash can there at all. The discovery brought a glimmer of hope amid the darkness of his situation, but it also confronted him with the inevitability of what was to come.

— Great, one more obstacle!

With a new sense of purpose, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared himself to deal with the situation in the best way possible. Even in the face of adversity, he refused to succumb to despair, choosing to face the challenge head on, with courage and determination. First, he decided to carefully check the pockets of his clothing for any resources he could use. However, his search revealed only one disheartening result: his pockets were empty, there was nothing that could help him in his task.

- What the hell! — The feeling of helplessness returned with full force, like a wave that threatened to swallow him at any moment.

With renewed determination, he turned his attention to his own shorts, looking for some alternative that could help him solve his problem. He examined every detail of the fabric, looking for any sign of hope he could find. It was then that his eyes fell on something he had previously overlooked: a small cloth tag sewn onto the inside waistband of the shorts. With a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Felipe gently pulled the tag away, revealing a small piece of fabric that had been carefully sewn there.

— I think... I think this could work!

Carefully, he tore off the piece of fabric from the tag, turning it into a makeshift substitute for toilet paper. It was a simple solution, but at that moment, it was all he had. With the improvised replacement in hand, Felipe took a deep breath and prepared to face the challenge ahead. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this adversity and come out of this situation with his head held high. It was time to put your plan into action and move forward, step by step, until your problem was resolved.

With the improvisation in hand, Felipe felt an overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and shame. The idea of ​​using a torn piece of fabric as a substitute for toilet paper seemed ridiculous and embarrassing, but he had no choice but to go through with his plan. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of discomfort, as if the entire world was watching his steps and judging his actions. He felt exposed, vulnerable in the face of his own desperate situation. With shaking hands, Felipe prepared to carry out the task at hand, trying to block out the negative thoughts that threatened to dominate his mind. He forced himself to focus on the present, on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished, ignoring the imaginary eyes he felt on him.

— Go, Felipe! can you do that! — He whispered to himself, trying to encourage himself. Every movement was a challenge, every gesture a battle against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to consume him completely. With dogged determination, Felipe moved forward step by step, facing his fears and insecurities with courage and resilience. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined to overcome this obstacle in his path.

And so, with determination and willpower, Felipe faced the challenge ahead, each step more difficult than the last. He refused to give up, even when all seemed lost, and found strength within himself that he didn't even know he had. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he folded the tag carefully, trying to avoid overthinking what he was about to do. Each movement was slow and deliberate, as if he were trying to delay the inevitable any longer.

— I can't believe I'm doing this!

Finally, with the label properly folded, Felipe prepared to use the improvised substitute for toilet paper. He forced himself not to think about the possible consequences of his action, focusing only on the immediate task that needed to be accomplished.

— It's just one more thing to add to the list of strange moments in my life!

With a resigned sigh, he leaned forward, trying to find the best position to perform his task. Every moment was a fight against the shame and embarrassment that threatened to overwhelm him, but he refused to give up.

— I will remember this for the rest of my life! — She murmured with words full of resignation.

With shaking hands, he pressed the tag against his skin, trying to be as gentle as possible to avoid any further discomfort. Every movement was accompanied by a feeling of uncertainty and insecurity, but he forced himself to continue. He tried hard not to think about what he was doing, focusing only on the arduous task of cleaning himself up as best he could under the circumstances. Every touch of his skin tag was a painful reminder of his bad luck and the embarrassment he was facing. However, he knows he has no other option than to move on and try to resolve the situation the best way he can.

Finally, when everything was said and done, Felipe felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment. He looked at the now dirty tag on his hands, a vivid reminder of his lonely struggle with constipation. Felipe's face contorts into an expression of disgust as he looks at her, remembering what he just did. With a quick and decisive gesture, he throws the tag into the toilet.

— I hope I never have to do that again! — He thought to himself, wishing that this experience could be erased from his memory forever, something he himself knew was impossible. Felipe remained motionless for a moment, absorbing the magnitude of the situation he found himself in. — I hope my friends never find out about this. They'll think I'm weird! — The feeling of embarrassment still hung over him, heavy like a dark cloud on a rainy day. He knew that this would be a difficult story to forget, a memory that would haunt him for a long time.

With a mournful sigh, he slowly straightened up, feeling the stiffness in his muscles like a physical reminder of all the agony he had been through. Every movement was a fight against pain and discomfort, but he refused to give up. With one last look at the now dirty tag on the toilet, Felipe made a decision. He would not allow that experience to define who he was or what he was capable of achieving. It was time to leave the past behind and move forward, towards a future full of possibilities and opportunities. He lifted his shorts, which rattled due to the lightness of the fabric, and pressed the flush with his foot, watching the tag slide through the water and disappear forever.

With a hesitant movement, he turned the door handle and stepped out of the cabin, washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror: the reflection of misery, shame, disgust. He shook his head as he slapped his face to bring himself back to reality and left the bathroom. The hallway was empty, the muffled sound of laughter and conversations coming from other rooms echoed throughout the room. Felipe took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face the world outside. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was determined not to let that experience define him. He was stronger than that, and he was determined to prove it to himself and others.

With steady steps, he walked down the hall, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. He knew the journey ahead would be difficult, but he was determined to face it head on, ready to face any challenge that came his way. As he walked down the hallway, Felipe felt the weight of embarrassment still on his shoulders, as if he were carrying a backpack full of shame. Every look he received from students seemed to penetrate deep into his soul, as if he could read their every thought and emotion.

—Do they know? — He asked himself silently, his inner voice echoing with uncertainty. — Can they see through me, see what happened in the bathroom?

He tried to maintain his composure, trying to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess of emotions. The shame he felt was like a dark cloud hanging over his head, obscuring any ray of hope or confidence.

Felipe approached the court with quick steps, his heart beating a little faster than normal. He hoped his appearance didn't betray the discomfort he felt inside. As he approached, he saw Kaito and Akimiro sitting on the bench near the entrance, talking animatedly. With a forced smile on his face, Felipe approached his friends.

- Hey guys! — He greeted, trying to sound as casual as possible, trying to disguise his agitation, forcing a smile. - I went back!

Kaito and Akimiro look at each other at Felipe's sudden arrival.

- Philip? Where have you been, man? — Akimiro asked, with a worried voice.

— You ran out of here without giving any explanation! Did something happen?

Felipe looked around, trying to find a convincing answer to give to his friends, but he ended up not coming. Therefore, he appealed to the most generic justification possible:

- Yes I am well. I just... I just had... I just had one problem there, but everything is fine, don't worry! — Felipe finished his answer with a forced smile.

Kaito raised an eyebrow, while Akimiro looked confused.

- Problem? What happened? — Kaito asked, his expression revealing a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to find a plausible excuse.

— Oh, nothing serious! — She replied, her voice sounding a little strangled. — I just... had to sort out some things.

Akimiro frowned, clearly suspicious.

— Are you sure you're okay, Felipe? You're paler than when you left here! Not that you aren't already natural, but at this level it's already too much. — He observed, his penetrating gaze probing Felipe for any sign of weakness.

Felipe swallowed again, struggling to maintain his composure.

— I'm fine, really. — He forced a smile, hoping his friends didn't notice the tension in his voice. Felipe quickly looked around, observing the other boys packing their things and getting ready to leave. Without understanding, he turned to his friends: — What happened? Why is everyone leaving? Was the class cancelled?

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged confused looks before Kaito replied:

— Class is over, man. It's been about fifteen minutes.

Felipe was shocked by the news, his mind racing to understand how he could have wasted so much time.

- What? Like this?

Kaito and Akimiro watched Felipe with inquisitive expressions as he approached, and as soon as he began to speak, the two friends exchanged worried looks.

- Why the surprise? It was obvious after running away without saying anything and disappearing all this time. Where were you, man? — Akimiro asked, with a tone of disbelief in his voice.

Felipe swallowed hard, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't reveal the real reason for his prolonged absence.

— Oh, I... I was in the library. — He replied quickly, his tone somewhat hesitant.

Akimiro raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, while Kaito couldn't contain an ironic smile when Felipe mentioned the library as an excuse for his absence.

- Oh, really? Is Physical Education class now in the library? I didn't know we were changing environments so drastically,” he said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

Felipe felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his face when he realized the absurdity of his lie being highlighted so clearly by Kaito. He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself as he fought to maintain his facade of normalcy in the face of his friends' critical eyes. Feeling increasingly cornered by Kaito and Akimiro's persistent questions, Felipe desperately tried to rectify his initial lie about being in the library. With a flash of inspiration, he quickly suggested:

— Well, actually... I was in the library, but only because I needed to get a book before it closed. — He said, his words coming out in a rush in an attempt to justify his absence. — But then I ended up getting distracted, you know... — he added, his wavering voice reflecting his growing nervousness.

However, before he could elaborate further on his unlikely excuse, Kaito and Akimiro continued with their incisive questions, leaving Felipe even more uncomfortable and prone to embarrassing himself in his own lies. He felt a cold sweat run down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure in the face of his friends' intense scrutiny.

— So, where is that book you wanted so much to get? — Kaito asked, his gaze fixed on Felipe, as if he was trying to penetrate the layers of his lie. — Because from what I can see, you don't have any books with you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat as he frantically searched for a convincing excuse. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a constant reminder of his growing anxiety.

— Uh, the book... Well, you know, I... I ended up not finding exactly what I was looking for. — Felipe replied, his voice shaking as he struggled to maintain his composure. — It's just... I was trying to find a specific book, but it looks like it was borrowed or something...

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, clearly skeptical of Felipe's story.

— And what was the title of that 'specific' book you were looking for? — Akimiro asked, his voice full of distrust. — Who knows, we can help you look.

Felipe felt cold sweat running down his forehead as he tried to think of an answer that could satisfy his friends without revealing too much.

— Oh, it was... um... 'The Lost Chronicles of Antiquity'! — He replied, his words coming out in a rush in a last-ditch effort to support his lie.

Akimiro crossed his arms, looking straight into Felipe's eyes with a serious expression.

— You had all morning to get this supposed book from the library, Felipe. — He said, with a tone of distrust evident in his voice. — Also, remember we showed you the library early in the morning? Why didn't you get the book at that time? This just doesn't make sense.

Felipe swallowed hard, feeling increasingly cornered by his friends' incessant questions. He stumbled over his words, trying to come up with a convincing excuse, but his mind felt like a mess of lies and distorted truths.

Felipe felt the weight of Akimiro's words like a silent accusation, an unrelenting pressure that made him even more uncomfortable. He knew he couldn't keep dodging his friends' questions, but the thought of admitting the truth was overwhelming.

— Well, it's just... — began Felipe, his voice wavering as he struggled to find a plausible excuse. — I, um, wanted to check out some other books first before I make up my mind. And... And I ended up getting distracted, you know how it is.

His words came out in a hurried stream, his hands sweating as he fought to keep his face calm. However, it was evident that his explanation was far from convincing.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged meaningful glances, as if sharing a silent understanding. They knew something wasn't right, and they were determined to find out the truth.

— Interesting... — muttered Kaito, his casual tone contrasting with the intensity of his gaze. — And didn't you find it strange that, suddenly, time passed so quickly?

Akimiro nodded in agreement, his arms still crossed as he watched Felipe with a serious expression.

Felipe's heart beat wildly as he struggled to keep his story standing before the penetrating gaze of his friends. Each question was like a punch to the gut, a constant reminder of her own guilt and shame. He knew he could no longer run from the truth, but admitting his weakness was almost unbearable.

“Well, it's just…” he began, his voice wavering as he tried to articulate a plausible excuse. — I... I ended up getting distracted by... some notes I found, you know? And... and when I realized it, time had flown by.

— Ahem, notes... — muttered Kaito, an ironic smile playing on his lips. — Interesting, because I didn't see any notebooks or papers when you got here.

Felipe felt a chill run down his spine, his mind racing in search of an answer that could satisfy his friends.

— Well, it's just... — he began again, his voice sounding weaker now. — I... I left the notes in the living room closet, so as not to carry extra weight here.

Akimiro crossed his arms, an incisive gaze fixed on Felipe.

— But what about the fact that we passed through the hallway when we went to fill our water bottles and we didn't see you anywhere? — he questioned, his voice cold and calculated. — Isn't it a little strange that you were 'looking for notes' and we didn't even see you?

Felipe swallowed hard, his mind spinning in search of a way out. He knew he couldn't keep lying any longer, but the idea of ​​admitting his weakness was too scary.

— It's just... it's just that I... I had to go to the teachers' room to ask for information about the book. he stuttered, his words coming out in a hurried stream of apologies. — And... and then I was a little late, you know?

Kaito raised an eyebrow, his disbelieving look leaving no room for doubt.

— And why didn't you tell us this before? he asked, his tone skeptical. — It seems like you're making excuses as we question you.

Felipe felt a lump form in his throat, his mind a mess of fear and anxiety. He knew he couldn't continue this charade any longer, but the thought of confessing his weakness was almost unbearable. However, Akimiro sighed as he picked up his backpack from the floor next to the bench.

- All good. Just let us know next time. You missed the opportunity to meet the teacher.

Felipe felt a mix of relief and surprise at Akimiro's response. He hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn, and the mere idea of ​​having escaped that awkward situation left him momentarily speechless. Taking a deep breath, he finally found his voice.

— Thank you, Akimiro. I will be more careful and more attentive next time.

A feeling of relief spread through his body, dispelling some of the anxiety that had consumed him moments before. He knew that even if the situation was still uncomfortable, at least he would no longer have to struggle to hide the truth from his friends.

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, staining the sky with shades of orange and pink as students filed out of school. Kaito, Akimiro and Felipe were walking along the boardwalk together, when Kaito had an idea.

— Hey, guys, how about we go to karaoke after class?

Felipe looked at the ground for a moment, feeling the weight of fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day.

—Actually, I'm tired. I think I'd rather go home today. The first day of school was really hard for me, and I need to get some rest.

Kaito and Akimiro exchanged worried looks, noticing the tired expression on Felipe's face.

— Are you sure everything is okay, Felipe? — Akimiro asked, with a noticeable tone of concern.

— Yes. — Felipe nodded, trying to smile to reassure his friends. - Everything is fine. I'm just a little exhausted. But don't worry about me.

- OK, if you say so. But if you need anything, just call, right?

— Of course, it was worth it. But I'll be fine. I just need to get some sleep!

— Understood. Take care, man.

Felipe thanked his friends and said goodbye, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration. He wanted to join them in the fun, but his body cried out for rest. With one last wave, he continued on his way home, eager for some peace and quiet.

As he walked, Felipe felt as if each step was heavier than the last, as if the burden of his own shame was tied to his shoulders. Every time he closed his eyes, the images of the bathroom returned in rapid, relentless succession, as if it were a movie in his mind, replaying the moments of agony and discomfort. He could feel the cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, even as the gentle afternoon breeze caressed his face. Every time his mind turned to that humiliating situation, his stomach twisted into a tight knot of anxiety and embarrassment.

He could feel again the terrible and embarrassing moments he spent using a Japanese toilet, forcing him to adopt an uncomfortable and strange position. Every movement was a fight against gravity and against his own body, which seemed to be conspiring against him in this moment of desperate need. The absence of toilet paper was like a death sentence to his dignity, leaving him vulnerable and defenseless in the face of a battle he knew he couldn't easily win. He found himself desperately searching every corner of the cabin and his pockets for anything he could use to clean himself, but found only the cold emptiness of inevitability.

Every groan of pain and effort seemed to echo off the cramped walls of the cabin, reverberating in his ears like a constant reminder of his own weakness and humiliation. Each time she writhed in agony, she felt like she was losing a little more of her dignity, one piece at a time, until there was only an unfathomable void left. And then came to mind the moment when she considered using her own clothes to clean herself, a desperate decision in a desperate moment. He could feel the shame burning in his cheeks as he remembered the moment he ripped the tag off his shorts, resigning himself to the fact that there was no other option. Every movement was torture, every breath a painful reminder of her own vulnerability.

With his green eyes, still wet from the tears he had let escape earlier, Felipe closed himself off in his own world of reflection and challenge. letting himself sink into the darkness that now seemed to envelop him completely. A feeling of helplessness overcame him, as if he were trapped in a maze of inexplicable events. Memories of difficult moments in the bathroom flooded his mind, each image bringing with it a wave of shame and embarrassment.

— Did I deserve to go through this? — She asked herself in silence, her voice echoing only in her mind. Each step seemed to weigh more than usual, as if the weight of her doubts and uncertainties were permeating the air around her. The setting sun colored the sky with golden tones, but to Felipe, everything seemed shrouded in shadows of remorse and discomfort. — If this was a punishment... — he muttered to himself, as if his voice concretized his feelings. —So, I really learned my lesson. I can be sure I learned. Even if I don't remember doing anything bad, perhaps it's an opportunity to reflect on my past actions and seek redemption. — Every memory of the lonely struggle in the bathroom, the lack of toilet paper, the physical and emotional pain, all of it echoed in his mind like a persistent reminder of his own fragility. — Maybe this is a chance to grow, to become a better person, he continued, his voice now firmer, determination coloring his words.

In the distance, the soft sound of an urban melody filled the air, bringing with it a fleeting sense of hope.

“Yes,” he murmured finally, his green eyes fixed on the distant horizon, “maybe there is light at the end of this tunnel after all.”

He quickened his pace, determined to face whatever fate had in store for him, with renewed hope that, in the end, he would find peace and redemption. With renewed determination, the young Brazilian walked down the street towards his home, aware of all the learning he gained on that turbulent afternoon. His steps, once heavy with the weight of doubt and embarrassment, now seemed lighter, driven by the hope of a new beginning. As the sun slowly sank below the horizon, dyeing the sky with shades of orange and pink, Felipe felt a new sense of purpose blossom within him. Every corner, every streetlight he passed seemed to whisper words of encouragement to him, reminding him that even in the darkest moments, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel.

As he walked down the street, he looked up at the sky still illuminated by the evening light, filled with a tranquil and serene beauty. With a last sigh of relief, he followed his destiny, knowing that when everything is lost there is always another way.

EPILOGUE

In the stillness of the night, when all the echoes of the day had dissipated, two shadows moved like ghosts through the school corridors. Like stealthy thieves of darkness, they glided through the gloom, their forms twisting sinuously, almost like serpents on the hunt. As they approached the bathroom, tension hung in the air like a storm cloud about to collapse. With precise gestures, one of the suspicious figures reached out and, with a smooth movement, turned the door handle, as if he were opening the door of a safe. Meanwhile, his companion remained alert, watching every dark corner like an attentive guard watching the gates of a castle.

A faint creak echoed through the hallway, as subtle as the whisper of wind in the leaves of the trees. The bathroom door opened with a muffled, barely audible click, as if it were whispering forbidden secrets. Without hesitation, the two invaders entered the room, their footsteps echoing across the cold floor like the echo of a drum in the silent night.

Inside the bathroom, darkness reigned supreme, wrapping everything in its shadowy cloak. But the intruders did not waver. Like fearless explorers in a dark cave, they pressed forward, determined to uncover the secrets hidden in the shadows. With a quick gesture, one of them turned on the light, banishing the darkness and revealing his true identity. Kaito and Akimiro, now without the masks that hid them, exchanged complicit glances, sharing the excitement of their secret plan. The backpacks were deposited on the floor with a faint noise, like the sound of a sigh escaping the lips of a conspirator.

Kaito and Akimiro looked at each other, sharing a knowing laugh that echoed through the bathroom like the sound of jubilant bells. Their laughter was like distant thunder on a stormy night, filling the air with contagious energy.

— Did he really think he could string us along? — Kaito laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

— Yes, it's serious. — Akimiro complemented his friend's sarcasm, shaking his head in disbelief. — As if we were going to believe he was looking for a book in the library.

— It's pathetic! — Kaito commented, his eyes shining with amusement. — Not even teachers fall for these stories anymore.

— But what about his last excuse? — Akimiro questioned, his expression curious. — Saying you were tired and wanted to go home? Does he think we're idiots?

Kaito let out a low laugh.

— He's really stupid. These are the dumbest ones. — Kaito commented, showing his true opinion about the foreigner to someone who spent the entire day introducing Akimiro to the school and being his company. Well, let's get to the point. — Kaito muttered words full of determination Machiavellianly as he slid the gloves over his hands, as if he were preparing to perform surgery.

His voice echoed softly off the bathroom walls, an ominous reminder of his relentless determination. Akimiro watched with a Machiavellian expression, his eyes shining with a mixture of anticipation and malice, as if he were watching a cruel spectacle unfold before his eyes.

With the agility of a feline, Kaito entered the cabin that Felipe had used earlier, moving with a sinister grace as he crouched in front of the Japanese vase fixed to the floor. His movements were so fluid and silent that they could be compared to that of a ghost, disappearing and reappearing without a trace. Then came the crucial moment, when his skilled hands removed a hidden camera from inside the vase. An object seemed so innocent at first glance, but now it was a sinister tool, an intrusion into Felipe's privacy. It was as if they were stealing an intimate secret, an act of violation disguised as a simple search for information.

— Another mission accomplished, my friend — proclaimed Kaito, his sinister smile revealing a touch of pride in the feat accomplished.

Akimiro couldn't contain his laughter, a harsh laugh that echoed off the bathroom walls, filled with the dark satisfaction of someone who delights in wrongdoing.

— This boy is more naive than we thought. — Kaito commented, his voice tinged with a tone of contempt.

— The century egg plan never fails. — commented Akimiro.

The irony in his words was evident, an evil disguised as a joke. For them, manipulation was an art, and Felipe was just another piece in their cruel game.

Kaito, with a roguish smile, kept the camera hidden in a box of pearls that he had taken from his backpack, observing with satisfaction the perfect concealment of the artifact.

— Jewelry deserves a worthy place, doesn’t it? — He commented, closing the box with a touch of elegance, while Akimiro nodded, amused.

- Definitely. — Akimiro agreed, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Kaito, with a mischievous look, asked mischievously:

— And you're going to give them back, right?

Akimiro, with a sarcastic smile, responded promptly while unzipping his backpack:

— Why would I return it? — When she opened the backpack, she exposed several rolls of toilet paper crowded inside. — Better leave another unsuspecting idiot with a dirty ass here.

They both shared a harmonious laugh, enjoying the irony of the situation. After Akimiro zipped up his backpack, he and Kaito put their masks back on, ready to leave the bathroom behind. In the dark and silent environment of the deserted school, Kaito and Akimiro's footsteps echoed through the corridor like the soft sound of a nighttime melody. As they approached the exit, their movements were fluid and coordinated, as if they were dancing a rehearsed choreography.

Unrest reigned in the darkness, when Kaito broke the silence with his curious question, the sound of his voice cut the air like a sharp blade, breaking the tranquility of the night:

— Do you think this one will make good money?

Akimiro responded with confident calm, his words filled with certainty and determination:

— Much more than the Mexican and the Norwegian, you can be sure.

Kaito's subtle laugh was like a sigh of relief, indicating his satisfaction with his companion's response.

Together, they disappeared into the shadows of the hallway, their footsteps echoing like a distant echo as they walked away. The silence of the night enveloped the school once again, like a dark cloak, covering up the secrets that lay within its empty walls, especially the stalls in the institution's men's bathroom.

[brunochavoulert]

The Art of Interrupted Seduction (English Version)

Warning: this story was originally written in Portuguese. This version (in English) was translated directly by a translation website, so I apologize if anything sounds incomprehensible to you. It was the most I could do to try to democratize this story. Hope you like it. Thanks!

Conrad, a tall, muscular and very attractive hunk, a very flirtatious stud. His beard only increased the image of his virility. He was at a nightclub, looking for company for the night. His eyes swept the room until they found Kevin, a small and thin twink, but with a seductive smile. Conrad wasted no time and approached, starting a conversation. After some jokes and laughter, Kevin revealed a sharp sense of humor that left Conrad intrigued. Determined to spend more time with this interesting young man, Conrad proposed:

— How about we go to my apartment? We can continue having fun there.

Kevin, without hesitation, accepted the invitation with a mischievous smile. They left the bar, exchanging kisses as they walked to Conrad's apartment. The atmosphere was relaxed and full of promises of fun. When they arrived at Conrad's apartment, the atmosphere was filled with expectation and anticipation. Kevin, with his undeniable charm, led Conrad to a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Conrad opened the door and, as soon as they entered, they went straight to his room, where they indulged in passionate kisses and intense caresses. The chemistry between the two was evident, and it seemed like nothing could interrupt the moment, until the phone decided to ring, completely disrupting their intimate moment. Conrad huffed in frustration and excused himself from Kevin. Alone in the room, Kevin decided to surprise his partner that night.

When answering the phone, irritated by the inopportune interruption, Conrad could barely concentrate on the conversation, his mind wandering to the room where Kevin was waiting for him with a mischievous smile on his lips. Finally, Conrad managed to end the call and ran back to his room, eager to resume the moment they had interrupted. However, what he saw upon entering the room left him breathless.

Kevin was on all fours on the bed, wearing only his black tank top, completely naked from the waist down. His look was challenging, full of desire and provocation, and Conrad felt a wave of excitement run through his body when he saw that twink's smooth ass in the air, heading towards the door. Conrad's muscles contracted as he watched Kevin writhe sensually on the bed, showing off his slender, seductive body. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone so incredible wanting to be with him.

Conrad stood still for a moment, taking in the sight of Kevin in that provocative pose. His heart beat faster as he took in Kevin's slender, tempting body. Realizing the effect he was having on Conrad, Kevin smiled even wider, knowing he had control of the situation. He leaned forward, supporting himself on his elbows, showing off his ass even more, provocatively. His eyes glittered with a mixture of mischief and desire, daring Conrad to resist the temptation.

Conrad felt a wave of desire course through his entire being when he saw Kevin lean down, exposing himself completely to him. The sight of Kevin's intimacies awakened an overwhelming desire within Conrad, making him shiver with anticipation. He moved closer to the bed, his eyes fixed on Kevin's seductive curves. Every inch of Kevin's body seemed to radiate an irresistible power of attraction, and Conrad could barely contain his excitement as he gazed at the scene before him.

Provocatively, Kevin spread his buttocks with his hands, exposing his asshole, winking at Conrad, who almost fainted at the paradisiacal view. Kevin's provocative gesture made Conrad even more excited, but his excitement was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected sound. A loud fart echoed through the room, breaking the sensual mood and filling the air with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

Conrad was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening in disbelief at the unexpected development. He blinked a few times, processing what had just happened, while Kevin blushed deeply in embarrassment. Tense silence hung over the room for a moment, before Conrad let out a nervous laugh. He tried to hold back his laughter, but it was in vain, and soon he was laughing uncontrollably at the hilarious situation.

Kevin cringed in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands as he tried to recover from the embarrassing faux pas. He felt his face burn with embarrassment, deeply regretting the inopportune interruption of the intimate moment. Conrad couldn't stop laughing, each laugh seemed to increase Kevin's embarrassment, who felt more and more uncomfortable with the situation. He tried to compose himself, but every time he looked at Conrad's face contorted with laughter, Kevin felt his embarrassment increase.

— Conrad, please... — Kevin murmured, his voice shaking with embarrassment. He felt exposed and vulnerable, his self-confidence shaken by the embarrassing incident.

Conrad tried to contain his laughter, but it was as if they had a life of their own, escaping his lips in uncontrollable bursts. He tried to take deep breaths to calm himself, but every time he looked at Kevin, his laughter would burst out again. Kevin felt increasingly helpless in the face of Conrad's reaction. He wished he could disappear, escape the embarrassing situation unfolding before him.

— This isn't happening... — He muttered to himself, his voice choked with embarrassment.

Desperate, Kevin pulled on his white Calvin Klein underwear and hurriedly left the apartment with his navy blue shorts in his hands, his shame still echoing in his mind as he walked away as quickly as he could. He could hardly believe what had just happened, his mind spinning with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. Meanwhile, Conrad was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach as he laughed uncontrollably. Every time he thought about Kevin's fart, a new wave of laughter overcame him, leaving him almost breathless.

After a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter, Conrad finally managed to calm down enough to get up from the floor. He wiped away the tears from laughing so hard and looked around the empty apartment, realizing for the first time that Kevin was gone. With a sigh of satisfaction, Conrad went to the couch, still smiling at the memory of the funny incident. He knew it would be a story to remember for a long time, even if Kevin didn't find it as funny as he did.

— Well, I think that was an unusual way to end the night. — He muttered to himself, his voice reflecting a mixture of amusement and disbelief. — Who knew a fart would be the perfect finishing touch to a... peculiar encounter.

He shook his head again, amused by his own observation, and then leaned back on the couch, letting the feeling of amusement and satisfaction wash over him. After all, even if things hadn't gone exactly as planned, at least he'd have a funny story to tell later.

EPILOGUE

Conrad, still trying to recover from laughing, remembers the hidden camera he installed in his room to record his conquests. He rushes to his laptop and opens the video file, replaying Kevin's fart scene with a smirk on his face.

While watching the video, Conrad can't contain his laughter, banging the table in ecstasy.

— This is pure gold!

He thinks about sharing the video with some friends to make sure Kevin's humiliation isn't just a passing moment, but something they can enjoy and remember for a long time. Conrad laughs out loud, knowing this will be a story to tell at future parties and gatherings.

— This will make for a good laugh!

Conrad uploads the video to the Telegram group with his hunk friends, where they shared their fleeting experiences with the twinks they had temporary relationships with.

Josh: HAHAHA! That's hilarious! The guy was completely embarrassed!

Trevor: Dude, you're awesome! This is the kind of thing that makes life worth living!

Adam: Haha, poor guy! I've never seen anyone so embarrassed in my life!

Scott: I can't stop laughing! He deserved!

Dean: That's the best thing I've ever seen! I want more videos like this!

Victor: Brilliant, Conrad! You always know how to entertain us!

Patrick: HAHAHA! You are a genius, Conrad! We need to celebrate this masterpiece!

Joseph: This is one to keep! I will never forget this epic moment!

Declan: Hahaha! This video is priceless! Poor Kevin, he will never forget this moment!

Treton: Conrad, you are a master of comedy! I've never laughed so much in my life!

Kyle: Amazing! This video will go down in the history of our group!!

Jeremy: That moment when you fart at the wrong time! Sensational, Conrad!

Larry: Man, I'm dying laughing here! You should be a comedian, Conrad!

Stuart: This is the type of content that excites our group! I adore!

Richie: Poor Kevin! I've never seen someone so awkward! You made my week, Conrad!

Justin: This video is pure gold! I can't wait to share it with others!

Conrad feels satisfied with his friends' reactions and continues to enjoy the video, without realizing the impact it had on Kevin's life, who was never seen again after the incident.

[brunochavoulert]

A Arte da Sedução Interrompida (Portuguese Version)

Conrad, um hunk alto, musculoso e bastante atraente, um garanhão bastante galanteador. Sua barba só aumentava a imagem de sua virilidade. Ele estava numa boate, procurando por uma companhia para a noite. Seus olhos varreram o ambiente até que encontraram Kevin, um twink pequeno e magro, mas com um sorriso sedutor. Conrad não perdeu tempo e se aproximou, iniciando uma conversa. Depois de algumas piadas e risadas, Kevin revelou um senso de humor afiado que deixou Conrad intrigado. Decidido a passar mais tempo com aquele rapaz interessante, Conrad propôs:

— Que tal irmos para o meu apartamento? Podemos continuar nos divertindo por lá.

Kevin, sem hesitar, aceitou o convite com um sorriso travesso. Eles saíram do bar, trocando beijos enquanto caminhavam até o apartamento de Conrad. O clima estava descontraído e cheio de promessas de diversão. Ao chegarem ao apartamento de Conrad, a atmosfera estava carregada de expectativa e antecipação. Kevin, com seu charme inegável, levou Conrad a um misto de excitação e curiosidade.

Conrad abriu a porta e, assim que entraram, foram direto para seu quarto, onde se entregaram a beijos apaixonados e carícias intensas. A química entre os dois era evidente, e parecia que nada poderia interromper o momento, até que o telefone resolve tocar, atrapalhando completamente o momento de intimidade dos dois. Conrad bufou de frustração e pediu licença para Kevin. Sozinho no quarto, Kevin decidiu fazer uma surpresa para o seu parceiro daquela noite.

Ao atender o telefone, irritado com a interrupção inoportuna, Conrad mal conseguia se concentrar na conversa, sua mente vagando para o quarto onde Kevin o aguardava com um sorriso travesso nos lábios. Finalmente, Conrad conseguiu encerrar a ligação e voltou correndo para o quarto, ansioso para retomar o momento que haviam interrompido. No entanto, o que ele viu ao entrar no quarto o deixou sem fôlego.

Kevin estava de quatro na cama, usando apenas sua regata preta, estando completamente nu da cintura para baixo. Seu olhar era desafiador, cheio de desejo e provocação, e Conrad sentiu uma onda de excitação percorrer seu corpo ao presenciar aquele twink do cu lisinho para cima, em direção à porta. Os músculos de Conrad se contraíram enquanto ele observava Kevin se contorcer sensualmente na cama, exibindo seu corpo esguio e sedutor. Ele mal conseguia acreditar na sorte que tinha de ter alguém tão incrível querendo estar com ele.

Conrad ficou parado por um momento, absorvendo a visão de Kevin naquela pose provocante. Seu coração batia mais rápido enquanto ele observava o corpo esguio e tentador de Kevin. Percebendo o efeito que estava causando em Conrad, Kevin sorriu ainda mais amplamente, sabendo que tinha o controle da situação. Ele se inclinou para frente, apoiando-se nos cotovelos, exibindo seu cu mais ainda, de forma provocante. Seus olhos brilhavam com uma mistura de malícia e desejo, desafiando Conrad a resistir à tentação.

Conrad sentiu uma onda de desejo percorrer todo o seu ser quando viu Kevin se inclinar para baixo, expondo-se completamente a ele. A visão das intimidades de Kevin despertou um desejo avassalador dentro de Conrad, fazendo-o estremecer de antecipação. Ele se aproximou mais da cama, seus olhos fixos nas curvas sedutoras de Kevin. Cada centímetro do corpo de Kevin parecia irradiar um poder de atração irresistível, e Conrad mal podia conter sua excitação enquanto contemplava a cena diante dele.

Provocativo, Kevin abriu suas nádegas com as mãos, expondo seu cu piscando para Conrad, que quase desmaia com aquela vista paradisíaca. O gesto provocativo de Kevin deixou Conrad ainda mais excitado, mas sua excitação foi interrompida abruptamente pelo som inesperado. Um peido alto ecoou pelo quarto, quebrando o clima sensual e preenchendo o ar com uma mistura de surpresa e constrangimento.

Conrad ficou atordoado por um momento, seus olhos se arregalando com incredulidade diante do inesperado acontecimento. Ele piscou algumas vezes, processando o que acabara de acontecer, enquanto Kevin corou profundamente de vergonha. O silêncio tenso pairou sobre o quarto por um momento, antes que Conrad deixasse escapar uma risada nervosa. Ele tentou conter o riso, mas foi em vão, e logo ele estava rindo incontrolavelmente da situação hilariante.

Kevin se encolheu de vergonha, cobrindo o rosto com as mãos enquanto tentava se recuperar da gafe embaraçosa. Ele sentiu seu rosto queimar de vergonha, lamentando profundamente a interrupção inoportuna do momento íntimo. Conrad não conseguia parar de rir, cada risada parecia aumentar o constrangimento de Kevin, que se sentia cada vez mais desconfortável com a situação. Ele tentou se recompor, mas cada vez que olhava para o rosto contorcido de Conrad de tanto rir, Kevin sentia sua vergonha aumentar.

— Conrad, por favor... — Murmurou Kevin, sua voz trêmula de constrangimento. Ele se sentiu exposto e vulnerável, sua autoconfiança abalada pelo incidente embaraçoso.

Conrad tentou conter suas risadas, mas era como se elas tivessem vida própria, escapando de seus lábios em rajadas incontroláveis. Ele tentou respirar fundo para se acalmar, mas cada vez que olhava para Kevin, sua risada explodia novamente. Kevin se sentiu cada vez mais desamparado diante da reação de Conrad. Ele queria poder desaparecer, fugir da situação embaraçosa que se desenrolava diante dele.

— Isso não está acontecendo... — Murmurou ele para si mesmo, sua voz embargada pelo constrangimento.

Desesperado, Kevin vestiu sua cueca branca da Calvin Klein e saiu apressadamente do apartamento com seu short azul marinho nas mãos, sua vergonha ainda ecoando em sua mente enquanto ele se afastava o mais rápido que podia. Ele mal conseguia acreditar no que acabara de acontecer, sua mente girando com uma mistura de constrangimento e frustração. Enquanto isso, Conrad estava deitado no chão, agarrando sua barriga enquanto gargalhava sem controle. Cada vez que pensava no peido de Kevin, uma nova onda de risadas o dominava, deixando-o quase sem ar.

Depois de alguns minutos de risadas incontroláveis, Conrad finalmente conseguiu se acalmar o suficiente para se levantar do chão. Ele se limpou as lágrimas de tanto rir e olhou ao redor do apartamento vazio, percebendo pela primeira vez que Kevin havia ido embora. Com um suspiro de satisfação, Conrad foi para o sofá, ainda sorrindo com a lembrança do incidente engraçado. Ele sabia que seria uma história para se lembrar por muito tempo, mesmo que Kevin não achasse tão engraçado quanto ele.

— Bem, acho que essa foi uma maneira inusitada de terminar a noite. — Murmurou ele para si mesmo, sua voz refletindo uma mistura de diversão e incredulidade. — Quem diria que um peido seria o toque final perfeito para um encontro... peculiar.

Ele sacudiu a cabeça novamente, divertido com sua própria observação, e então se recostou no sofá, deixando a sensação de diversão e satisfação tomar conta dele. Afinal, mesmo que as coisas não tivessem saído exatamente como planejado, pelo menos ele teria uma história engraçada para contar depois.

EPÍLOGO

Conrad, ainda tentando se recuperar do riso, lembra da câmera escondida que instalou no quarto para registrar suas conquistas. Ele corre para o laptop e abre o arquivo de vídeo, revendo a cena do peido de Kevin com um sorriso malicioso no rosto.

Enquanto assiste ao vídeo, Conrad não consegue conter as risadas, batendo na mesa em êxtase.

— Isso é ouro puro!

Ele pensa em compartilhar o vídeo com alguns amigos para garantir que a humilhação de Kevin não seja apenas um momento passageiro, mas algo que eles possam aproveitar e relembrar por um bom tempo. Conrad ri alto, sabendo que essa será uma história para contar em festas e encontros futuros.

— Isso vai render boas risadas!

Conrad envia o vídeo para o grupo do Telegram com seus amigos hunks, onde compartilhavam suas experiências passageiras com os twinks com quem se relacionavam de forma passageira.

Josh: HAHAHA! Isso é hilário! O cara ficou todo sem graça!

Trevor: Cara, você é demais! Esse é o tipo de coisa que faz a vida valer a pena!

Adam: Haha, pobre coitado! Nunca vi alguém tão envergonhado na vida!

Scott: Não consigo parar de rir! Ele mereceu!

Dean: Essa é a melhor coisa que já vi! Quero mais vídeos assim!

Victor: Genial, Conrad! Você sempre sabe como nos divertir!

Patrick: HAHAHA! Você é um gênio, Conrad! Precisamos celebrar essa obra-prima!

Joseph: Essa é para guardar! Nunca vou me esquecer desse momento épico!

Declan: Hahaha! Esse vídeo é impagável! Coitado do Kevin, nunca vai esquecer esse momento!

Treton: Conrad, você é um mestre da comédia! Nunca ri tanto na vida!

Kyle: Incrível! Esse vídeo vai ficar na história do nosso grupo!!

Jeremy: Aquele momento em que você solta um peido na hora errada! Sensacional, Conrad!

Larry: Cara, estou morrendo de rir aqui! Você devia ser comediante, Conrad!

Stuart: Esse é o tipo de conteúdo que anima o nosso grupo! Adoro!

Richie: Pobre Kevin! Nunca vi alguém tão sem jeito! Você fez a minha semana, Conrad!

Justin: Esse vídeo é ouro puro! Mal posso esperar para compartilhar com os outros!

Conrad se sente satisfeito com as reações dos amigos e continua se divertindo com o vídeo, sem perceber o impacto que teve na vida de Kevin, que nunca mais foi visto após o ocorrido.

[brunochavoulert]

Além do Horizonte: A Busca pela Liberdade (Portuguese version)

PRÓLOGO

A vida de um estrangeiro, especialmente a de um intercambista, pode ser desafiadora, especialmente naqueles países que possuem uma cultura totalmente distinta do seu país natal. Felipe descobriu isso da pior forma possível quando, aos 17 anos, foi fazer intercâmbio no Japão. Suas raízes brasileiras lhe faziam enfrentar diversos desafios no cotidiano de sua nova vida.

Mesmo do outro lado do mundo, Felipe carregava o verde da bandeira brasileira em seus olhos, enquanto a franja dos seus cabelos castanhos, que caía sobre sua testa, quando voava com a brisa das tardes, lembrava o pavilhão estrelado sul-americano tremulando ao vento quando hasteado. Sua personalidade reservada fez com que este logo fosse bem recebido pelos seus dois e únicos amigos no novo país em que residia: Kaito e Akimiro, que tinham a mesma idade que ele e estavam sempre acompanhando-o e ajudando-o no que fosse possível para que este se adaptasse à nova cultura em que estava inserido. Nem sempre estavam por perto, mas um fato curioso é que, também, nem sempre estavam tão longe.

HISTÓRIA - PARTE ÚNICA

Certo dia, no movimentado pátio externo da escola japonesa, o sol do meio-dia lançava seus raios dourados sobre os alunos reunidos para o almoço. Felipe, que vivenciava seu primeiro dia de aula no Japão, ocupava uma mesa com Kaito e Akimiro próxima ao centro, onde a agitação era evidente. O aroma tentador de pratos asiáticos enchia o ar, enquanto conversas animadas ressoavam ao redor.

Felipe, com sua natureza tímida e um tanto desajeitada, tentava, com certo constrangimento, usar os hashis para pegar os pedaços de comida em seu prato. Seus movimentos eram hesitantes, e os palitinhos pareciam ter vontade própria, desafiando sua habilidade recém-adquirida Kaito e Akimiro, por outro lado, riam abertamente da situação, seus olhos brilhando com a diversão.

— Você deve pegá-los com mais sutileza, Felipe. — Encorajou Akimiro, com um sorriso gentil, enquanto usava seus hashis para exemplificar como usá-los para o intercambista. — Vamos lá, você consegue!

Com um suspiro de resignação, Felipe seguiu as instruções de Akimiro, que, após várias tentativas desajeitadas, finalmente conseguiu segurar um pedaço de comida exótica entre os hashis. Com uma expressão de triunfo misturada com apreensão, ele levou o alimento à boca, sua timidez momentaneamente eclipsada pela fome. No entanto, sua breve vitória logo deu lugar a uma expressão de desagrado quando o sabor peculiar invadiu sua boca.

— O que é isso? — Perguntou Felipe, franzindo o cenho com desconfiança.

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares divertidos antes de soltarem gargalhadas contagiantes.

— É ovo centenário, uma iguaria chinesa! — explicou Kaito entre risos.

Felipe fez uma careta de desgosto, sua reação causando mais risadas entre os amigos.

— Isso é horrível! Eu sabia que não ia gostar disso! — Resmungou ele, fazendo uma careta expressando seu desagrado com a comida enquanto balançava a cabeça.

Kaito e Akimiro se divertiram ainda mais com a expressão de Felipe, compartilhando olhares cúmplices que expressavam alegria pela amizade e pelas aventuras compartilhadas. No meio da agitação do pátio externo, a camaradagem entre os três amigos brilhava como um raio de sol em um dia de verão.

Após o almoço, Felipe, Kaito e Akimiro se dirigiram para a quadra de esportes para a aula de Educação Física, vestindo seus uniformes específicos para a ocasião. Os três amigos agora estavam trajavam os uniformes de Educação Física, que consistia em uma camiseta frouxa branca, que deixava Felipe quase apagado devido à sua pele clara, combinada com um short de futebol cinza que chegava até os joelhos. As meias cinzas, esticadas até a metade das canelas dos alunos, completavam o conjunto, enquanto os sapatos brancos refletiam a luz do sol da tarde.

Enquanto entravam na quadra, Felipe observava o movimento ao redor com uma mistura de curiosidade e timidez. A agitação dos alunos se preparando para as atividades era quase palpável, e ele se sentia um pouco intimidado pela energia pulsante do ambiente. Kaito e Akimiro, percebendo a hesitação de Felipe, trocaram olhares solidários antes de se aproximarem dele com sorrisos encorajadores.

— Vamos lá, Felipe, você vai se sair bem. — Disse Kaito, batendo nas costas do amigo com um gesto amigável.

Akimiro assentiu com um sorriso tranquilizador.

— Não se preocupe, estamos todos juntos nisso. — Acrescentou ele, sua voz transmitindo confiança e apoio.

Embora ainda se sentisse um pouco nervoso, Felipe se sentiu reconfortado pela presença de seus amigos ao seu lado. Com um sorriso grato, ele se preparou para enfrentar os desafios da aula de Educação Física, sabendo que, com o apoio de Kaito e Akimiro, ele poderia superar qualquer coisa.

Kaito, com seu jeito brincalhão e sempre otimista, tentou acalmar os nervos de Felipe:

— Tenta relaxar, será apenas uma aula como todas as outras que tivemos hoje. — disse ele, lançando um sorriso tranquilizador na direção do amigo. — E o professor é um cara legal, você vai ver.

Felipe, embora grato pelo apoio de Kaito, não pôde deixar de se sentir ansioso com a perspectiva de participar de atividades físicas.

— Eu não sou muito bom com esportes. — Admitiu ele, com uma expressão de preocupação em seu rosto.

No entanto, Kaito não estava disposto a deixar que a insegurança de Felipe o dominasse. Com um aceno de cabeça confiante, ele colocou uma mão reconfortante em seu ombro.

— Não se preocupe com isso, Felipe. O importante é se divertir e fazer o seu melhor. Nós estamos aqui para te apoiar.

Kaito deu um sorriso encorajador e Akimiro assentiu em acordo, demonstrando seu apoio silencioso ao amigo.

— Isso mesmo. Você não está sozinho nisso. Vamos nos divertir.

As palavras de encorajamento de seus amigos aqueceram o coração de Felipe, dissipando um pouco de sua ansiedade. Com um suspiro de determinação, ele endireitou os ombros e lançou um sorriso de gratidão para Kaito e Akimiro.

— Obrigado, pessoal. Vamos fazer isso. — Disse ele, com determinação renovada.

E assim, com o apoio e a amizade de Kaito e Akimiro ao seu lado, Felipe se preparou para enfrentar o desafio da aula de Educação Física com coragem e determinação, sabendo que, aconteça o que acontecer, ele não estaria sozinho.

Entretanto, um som estrondoso ecoou pelo ar: o estômago de Felipe roncou alto, como um trovão distante. Uma sensação estranha tomou conta dele, e uma urgência repentina o fez sentir uma vontade insuportável de correr para o banheiro. Kaito e Akimiro, preocupados com a expressão repentina de Felipe, se aproximaram dele com olhares inquisitivos.

— Ei, Felipe, o que está acontecendo? — Perguntou Akimiro, com um tom de preocupação em sua voz.

Felipe, lutando para esconder sua angústia, tentou dar uma desculpa rápida, seus olhos desviando-se nervosamente.

— Nada! Nada, não. É só o nervosismo mesmo, mas vai passar.

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares suspeitos, seu instinto os alertando de que algo não estava certo.

— Tem certeza, Felipe? Você está pálido.

— Mais do que já é. — Brincou Kaito, tentando trazer um pouco de comicidade.

Felipe sentiu o suor frio brotar em sua testa enquanto lutava para manter a compostura.

— Ah, é que... eu ... eu... Eu volto logo, não se preocupem. Não demoro! — Respondeu, antes de se afastar rapidamente.

Kaito e Akimiro assistiram perplexos enquanto Felipe corria em direção ao prédio da escola, seus passos apressados ecoando pelo pátio.

Enquanto isso, Felipe corria pelos corredores da escola, sua urgência aumentando a cada passo. Ele sabia que tinha conseguido despistar seus amigos por enquanto, mas não podia ignorar a urgência crescente em seu estômago. Determinado a chegar ao banheiro a tempo, ele aumentou o ritmo de sua corrida, esperando alcançar a salvação antes que fosse tarde demais. Enquanto corria pelos corredores da escola, Felipe sentia-se cada vez mais desesperado. Seu coração batia forte em seu peito, e o som persistente de seu estômago roncando parecia ecoar pelos corredores vazios como um alarme urgente.

No entanto, por ser seu primeiro dia de aula, Felipe não conhecia a escola e não sabia como chegar ao banheiro. Os corredores se estendiam diante dele como um labirinto confuso, suas placas escritas em japonês pareciam garranchos incompreensíveis para seus olhos inexperientes. Ele tentou seguir as placas, mas logo percebeu que estava indo na direção errada.

— Onde está o banheiro? — murmurejou Felipe para si mesmo, sua voz carregada de ansiedade. Ele olhou para as placas escritas em japonês, mas as letras pareciam emaranhadas e indecifráveis. — Não consigo entender nada!

Com o estômago roncando cada vez mais alto e o tempo se esgotando, Felipe voltou atordoado pelo corredor, seus passos desajeitados ecoando pelo silêncio opressivo. Cada esquina parecia trazer uma nova onda de desespero, enquanto ele lutava para encontrar o banheiro que lhe traria alívio tão esperado. Em seu desespero crescente, ele chegou até a confundir um armário com o banheiro, abrindo-o com expectativa apenas para ser recebido pelo cheiro familiar de livros e materiais escolares.

— Ah, não... Isso não é o banheiro! — Exclamou ele, frustrado, enquanto fechava a porta com força. Com um gemido de frustração, Felipe continuou sua busca pelo banheiro, suas esperanças de alívio agora desgastadas e frágeis. Ele sabia que precisava encontrar aquele banheiro antes que fosse tarde demais, mas cada segundo parecia uma eternidade em sua luta contra o tempo e sua própria agonia crescente.

— Por que é tão difícil? — Resmungou ele, sua voz embargada pela angústia crescente.

Com suas esperanças de encontrar o banheiro desgastadas e frágeis, Felipe continuou sua busca frenética, rezando para que encontrasse o alívio tão necessário antes que fosse tarde demais. Depois de uma busca angustiante e repleta de obstáculos, Felipe finalmente avistou um ícone familiar: um pequeno desenho de um boneco indicando o banheiro masculino. Seu coração deu um salto de alívio ao reconhecer o símbolo universal.

— Finalmente! — Comemorou ele, com um suspiro de alívio, enquanto se apressava em direção à porta do banheiro. Seus passos agora estavam impulsionados por uma mistura de gratidão e alegria, pois finalmente parecia que seu tormento estava prestes a terminar. Com um gesto rápido, ele empurrou a porta do banheiro e adentrou o ambiente familiar e reconfortante. O som suave de água corrente, o frio dos azulejos e o cheiro familiar de produtos de limpeza encheram seus sentidos, trazendo uma sensação de alívio profundo.

— Ah, que alívio! — Ele exclamou para si mesmo, enquanto se dirigia rapidamente para uma das cabines.

O garoto empurrou a porta de uma cabine, porém, esta não abriu. Ele tentou abrir as portas das outras cabines uma após a outra, apenas para encontrar todas elas firmemente trancadas. Seu desespero crescia a cada tentativa infrutífera, enquanto o ronco persistente de seu estômago apenas intensificava.

— Não pode ser! — Sua voz carregada de frustração e desespero. Ele tentou empurrar as portas com mais força, na esperança de que alguma delas cedesse, mas todas permaneciam imóveis e inacessíveis. — Por favor, por favor!

Cada segundo parecia uma eternidade, e a sensação de pânico começava a se apoderar dele enquanto ele se via cercado por cabines trancadas por todos os lados. Ele olhou ao redor em busca de alguma esperança, seus olhos varrendo freneticamente o interior do banheiro em busca de uma saída. Cada batida do coração parecia um eco de sua própria ansiedade, enquanto ele lutava para controlar a crescente sensação de desespero.

Finalmente, depois de uma série de tentativas frustradas, seus olhos se fixaram em uma porta com a maçaneta ligeiramente abaixada. Com um suspiro de esperança, Felipe se aproximou rapidamente, suas esperanças renovadas ao ver uma possível saída para sua angústia crescente. Com um suspiro de alívio, ele abriu a porta, esperando encontrar o alívio que tanto buscava.

No entanto, assim que seus olhos se fixaram no interior da cabine, Felipe deu um salto para trás, seu coração batendo ainda mais rápido do que antes. Em vez do vaso sanitário ocidental que ele estava acostumado a ver, ele se deparou com um buraco no chão, o típico vaso sanitário tradicional japonês, uma visão completamente estranha para ele. Seus olhos se arregalam em incredulidade, enquanto ele hesita em dar o próximo passo. O tempo parece se arrastar enquanto ele luta internamente contra a urgência de se aliviar e a recusa em usar aquele tipo de sanitário. 

Ficando atordoado por um momento, Felipe piscou várias vezes, incapaz de acreditar no que estava vendo. Ele olhou para o buraco no chão com uma mistura de perplexidade e incredulidade, sua mente lutando para processar a situação inesperada.

— O que... o que é isso? — murmurou Felipe, sua voz vacilante com o choque da descoberta. Ele olhou ao redor da cabine, procurando por algum sinal de familiaridade, mas tudo o que encontrou foi o estranho vaso sanitário japonês diante dele.

Felipe, desta vez, olha ao redor do banheiro, buscando desesperadamente qualquer alternativa, mas todas as cabines estão trancadas e a urgência em ir ao banheiro só aumentava. Com um suspiro pesado, ele se vira de volta para o vaso sanitário japonês, uma expressão de repulsa misturada com desespero.

— Não acredito nisso! — Ele resmunga para si mesmo, sua voz tremendo de ansiedade. — Eu não posso usar isso... de jeito nenhum!

Ele dá um passo vacilante em direção ao vaso sanitário, mas sua determinação é rapidamente substituída por um gesto de recusa. Ele sacode a cabeça com veemência, como se estivesse tentando negar a realidade diante de seus olhos.

— Não, não, não! Eu não consigo. Não posso fazer isso. — Sua voz tremendo com a mistura de medo e constrangimento. Ele se sentiu vulnerável e exposto, sua mente lutando para aceitar a ideia de usar o estranho dispositivo diante dele.

Seu estômago se revolta ainda mais, enviando ondas de desconforto por todo o seu corpo. Felipe fecha os olhos por um momento, lutando contra as sensações conflitantes de sua mente e de seu corpo.

Finalmente, após um momento de hesitação angustiante, ele toma uma decisão. Com um suspiro resignado, ele se aproxima do vaso sanitário japonês e se prepara para enfrentar o desconhecido, sabendo que não tem outra escolha se quiser aliviar sua aflição. Com um suspiro pesado, Felipe se tranca na cabine, sentindo-se envergonhado por estar em uma situação tão desconfortável. Ele olha para aquele buraco no chão diante dele, sua mente lutando para aceitar a necessidade de usá-lo.

— Vai ficar tudo bem, Felipe! — Ele sussurra para si mesmo, tentando se autoconsolar. — Você só precisa fazer isso rápido e sair daqui.

Com um movimento hesitante, ele abaixa o short até os joelhos, seu rosto corando de constrangimento, e se acocorou sobre o vaso, sentindo-se desajeitado e deslocado naquela postura desconhecida. O garoto sente um terrível desconforto ao ficar de cócoras, suas pernas tremendo ligeiramente com o esforço. Ele tenta ajustar a posição, movendo-se para frente e para trás, mas o desconforto só piora, fazendo com que ele se sinta ainda mais constrangido.

— Como as pessoas conseguem... usar isso todos os dias? — Ele resmunga para si mesmo, sua voz trêmula de frustração.

Seu rosto está agora completamente vermelho de vergonha, e ele se sente mais perdido do que nunca. Ele deseja poder desaparecer naquele momento, escapar da situação embaraçosa em que se encontra. Mas ele sabe que precisa superar seu desconforto se quiser aliviar sua aflição. Com um suspiro resignado, ele se força a permanecer naquela posição, esperando que tudo acabe logo e ele possa sair dali.

— Vai dar tudo certo, Felipe. Apenas alguns minutinhos de desconforto e então tudo ficará bem. — Pensou consigo mesmo, tentando encontrar algum consolo na ideia, ignorando o desconforto físico em favor de resolver sua necessidade urgente.

No entanto, seu alívio foi breve. Uma nova onda de desconforto o atingiu com força total. Felipe franziu a testa, seu coração afundando em seu peito enquanto percebia a terrível verdade.

— O que... o que é isso? — exclamou com sua voz embargada pela incredulidade. Ele olhou para baixo, seus olhos se arregalando em horror ao perceber a verdadeira natureza de sua aflição.

Constipado. A palavra ecoou em sua mente como um sino sinistro, enchendo-o de desespero e desânimo. Constipado. Ele estava constipado. Seu estômago se revirou com a revelação, e uma onda de descrença e negação inundou sua mente.

— Não! Não pode ser! Eu não posso acreditar nisso! — Ele sentiu uma mistura de frustração e incredulidade se apoderar dele. — Isso não pode estar acontecendo comigo!

Ele se recusava a aceitar a realidade diante de seus olhos, sentindo-se ainda mais constrangido e desconfortável do que antes.

Felipe lutou para processar a revelação perturbadora, sua mente girando em confusão e incredulidade. Ele se sentia impotente diante da situação, incapaz de entender como algo assim poderia acontecer logo em seu primeiro dia de aula no Japão. Com o coração pesado e a vergonha ardendo em suas bochechas, ele sabia que precisava enfrentar a realidade e seguir em frente. Mas, por enquanto, ele se viu preso em uma espiral de constrangimento e incredulidade, sem saber como lidar com a situação em que se encontrava. Ele se sentiu impotente e derrotado, suas esperanças de alívio dissipadas diante da cruel realidade de sua condição.

Com o coração pesado e o estômago revirando, Felipe se viu diante de uma situação ainda pior do que antes. Ele se sentiu impotente e derrotado, suas esperanças de alívio dissipadas diante da cruel realidade de sua condição.

— O que eu faço agora?

Sua mente girava com preocupação e incerteza. Ele se sentiu completamente perdido, sem saber como lidar com a terrível reviravolta do destino que agora o afligia. Felipe permaneceu de cócoras sobre o estranho vaso sanitário, recusando-se a aceitar a cruel realidade de sua constipação. Cada momento que passava ali parecia uma eternidade, enquanto ele lutava contra a sensação de desânimo que ameaçava dominá-lo. Com um suspiro de resolução, Felipe concentrou toda a sua vontade em superar a constipação que o atormentava.

— Isso só pode ser um pesadelo! — Ele fechou os olhos por um momento, respirando fundo para encontrar a coragem necessária para enfrentar o desafio à sua frente. — Tudo bem! Eu não posso desistir agora — Pensou ele, consigo mesmo, sua determinação se fortalecendo a cada segundo que passava. Ele sabia que seria uma batalha difícil, mas estava determinado a lutar até o fim para se livrar da constipação que o afligia.

            Com um esforço concentrado, Felipe começou a se concentrar em sua respiração, buscando aliviar a tensão em seu corpo enquanto se preparava para enfrentar o problema de frente. Cada respiração era um lembrete de sua determinação implacável, uma promessa silenciosa de que ele não seria derrotado tão facilmente. Enquanto a constipação persistia, Felipe sentia-se cada vez mais desesperado e impotente. Ele se esforçava em vão, fazendo força e tentando aliviar o desconforto, mas parecia que nada dava certo. Seu rosto estava contorcido em uma expressão de angústia e frustração.

— Vamos lá! — Murmurou ele, consigo mesmo, sua voz carregada de determinação enquanto fazia força. Ele fechou os olhos por um momento, concentrando-se em seu objetivo de se livrar da constipação. No entanto, à medida que tentava, uma sensação de frustração crescente o envolveu. Cada esforço parecia ser em vão, e ele começou a perceber que a constipação era mais teimosa do que ele imaginava. Com o coração pesado e a vergonha ardendo em suas bochechas, Felipe continuava lutando, mesmo sabendo que suas chances de sucesso eram cada vez menores. Ele se sentia preso em um ciclo interminável de desconforto e desespero, sem saber como escapar.

Conforme a constipação persistia, Felipe sentia-se afundando cada vez mais em um abismo de constrangimento e desespero. Cada movimento, cada esforço para se aliviar, parecia apenas piorar a situação, deixando-o mais e mais desconfortável e constrangido. Seu rosto estava ruborizado de vergonha e frustração, suas mãos tremendo enquanto ele lutava contra a constipação que o prendia em seu desconforto.

— Isso não está funcionando! — Admitiu. Sua voz refletia sua frustração crescente. Ele se sentiu derrotado, suas esperanças de alívio desvanecendo-se diante da realidade implacável de sua condição. Com um suspiro de desânimo, Felipe recuou por um momento, sua mente girando com preocupação e incerteza. Ele se sentiu completamente impotente diante do desafio que tinha pela frente, sem saber como lidar com a constipação que o atormentava. — O que eu faço agora? — Sua voz carregava desespero. Ele se sentiu perdido, sabendo que ninguém poderia ajudá-lo a sair dessa situação, pois, naquele momento, era ele por ele mesmo.

— Eu não posso ficar aqui pra sempre! — Ele murmurava entre dentes, sua voz embargada pela aflição. Cada vez mais desanimado, ele se sentia como se estivesse preso em um pesadelo do qual não conseguia acordar. Ao tentar forçar o alívio, Felipe soltava pequenos gemidos de agonia.

— Isso é tão embaraçoso! Que tortura!

Ele olhou ao redor do banheiro, sentindo-se enclausurado pelas paredes que o cercavam. A sensação de impotência o consumia, enquanto ele se via confrontado com a terrível possibilidade de que sua condição nunca melhoraria.  Cada respiração era um lembrete doloroso de sua situação desesperadora, Felipe lutava para encontrar uma saída para o labirinto de angústia que o cercava. Ele sabia que precisava encontrar uma maneira de superar sua constipação, mas o medo do desconhecido o paralisava. Gotículas de suor começaram a escorrer por sua testa, misturando-se com as lágrimas de angústia que ameaçavam se formar em seus olhos. Ele se segurava na barra de ferro na frente do vaso, sua única âncora em meio ao desconforto avassalador.

— Eu vou morrer aqui! — Ele murmurava, sentindo-se completamente desamparado. Cada vez que tentava se aliviar, a constipação apenas parecia piorar, transformando-se em um tormento insuportável que parecia não ter fim. Ele se sentia como se estivesse afundando em um abismo de desespero, sem nada além de sua própria agonia para acompanhá-lo.

Conforme o tempo passava, a constipação de Felipe apenas piorava, transformando-se em um verdadeiro tormento. Cada tentativa de se aliviar parecia apenas intensificar o desconforto, deixando-o cada vez mais angustiado e desesperado. Felipe estava em agonia, sua respiração tornando-se mais rápida e superficial à medida que o desconforto se intensificava. Ele cerrava os dentes com força, tentando conter os gemidos de dor que ameaçavam escapar de seus lábios.

— Isso não pode estar acontecendo!

Ele se segurava com ainda mais firmeza na barra de ferro na frente do vaso sanitário japonês, seus dedos brancos de tanto apertar. Cada músculo de seu corpo estava tenso, lutando contra o desconforto avassalador que o consumia por dentro.

— Por favor... pare... isso! — Ele implorava em um sussurro rouco, suas palavras ecoando no silêncio sufocante da cabine. Mas suas preces pareciam não ser ouvidas, e a constipação persistia, deixando-o à mercê de sua própria agonia.

            A angústia de Felipe era palpável, sua respiração tornando-se irregular e entrecortada pelos gemidos abafados de dor. Ele se contorcia na cabine do banheiro, tentando se aliviar do desconforto, mas tudo parecia em vão.

— Isso é insuportável! — Ele exclamava, sua voz carregada de agonia e frustração. — O que está acontecendo comigo?

Apesar da tormenta de desconforto que o envolvia, Felipe reunia suas últimas reservas de força e determinação. Ele se recusava a se render completamente ao desespero, mesmo que cada fibra de seu ser implorasse por alívio. Com um esforço sobre-humano, ele tentava se concentrar, tentava encontrar uma maneira de suportar a dor excruciante que o consumia. Cada respiração era um desafio, cada movimento era uma batalha contra a agonia que ameaçava consumi-lo por completo.

— Eu não posso desistir! — Ele murmurava para si mesmo, sua voz vacilante, mas determinada. — Eu tenho que continuar... Eu tenho que encontrar uma maneira de superar isso...

À medida que o tempo passava, a constipação de Felipe se intensificava, transformando-se em uma dor lancinante que o envolvia por completo. Cada momento era uma agonia insuportável, e ele se via mergulhado em um mar de sofrimento que parecia não ter fim. Cada movimento era uma punhalada de dor, cada respiração era um gemido abafado de angústia. Felipe se contorcia na cabine do banheiro, suas mãos agarrando-se à barra de ferro com tanta força que seus dedos começaram a ficar dormentes.

— Ai! — Gemeu ele, com a voz embargada pela dor intensa que o consumia. — Isso dói tanto! — Reclamou, expressando uma mistura de dor e desespero. Cada respiração era um desafio, e ele lutava para encontrar algum alívio para o tormento que o assolava. —  Que dor insuportável! — Suplicou em um sussurro angustiante, suas preces perdidas no vazio do banheiro silencioso. — Eu só queria um dia tranquilo, e olha só onde eu acabei!

A constipação de Felipe piorava e a dor se intensificava. Uma sensação avassaladora de constrangimento começava a se instalar nele. Cada momento era uma batalha contra a vergonha que o envolvia, e ele se sentia cada vez mais exposto e vulnerável diante da situação desafiadora em que se encontrava.

— Eu juro que vou processar meu próprio corpo por crueldade!

Com um suspiro de frustração, Felipe tentou desesperadamente usar as mãos para abrir as nádegas, na esperança de aliviar um pouco o desconforto. No entanto, seus esforços foram em vão, pois a constipação persistia, tornando cada movimento uma agonia insuportável. Cada tentativa de mover suas mãos era como bater em uma parede de tijolos, e Felipe sentia como se estivesse lutando contra um inimigo invisível e implacável.

Com as mãos ainda pressionadas contra suas nádegas, Felipe sentia-se derrotado, sua esperança escorrendo por entre os dedos. Ele sabia que precisava encontrar uma maneira de superar essa provação, mas por enquanto, tudo o que podia fazer era continuar lutando contra a dor que o consumia. Com um suspiro de frustração, Felipe desistiu de usar as mãos, percebendo que seus esforços eram em vão.

— Eu não pertenço aqui. — A sensação de estar em um ambiente estranho, em uma posição desconhecida, apenas intensificava sua angústia. Ele se sentia como um estranho em seu próprio corpo, perdido em um mar de desconforto e constrangimento.

À medida que a constipação persistia e a dor se intensificava, uma crescente sensação de vergonha começava a se infiltrar em seu ser. Cada momento era uma luta contra a exposição de sua vulnerabilidade, e ele se sentia cada vez mais constrangido com a situação em que se encontrava. Ele abaixou a cabeça, incapaz de encarar a realidade do que estava acontecendo.

— Isso é tão vergonhoso! Eu não deveria estar passando por isso.

Enquanto permanecia de cócoras sobre o estranho vaso sanitário japonês, a constipação de Felipe parecia intensificar-se a cada momento que passava. Cada movimento era uma luta contra a dor crescente e o desconforto avassalador, deixando-o ainda mais constrangido com a situação e cada instante era uma lembrança dolorosa de sua vulnerabilidade, deixando-o ainda mais desconfortável em sua posição desajeitada.

Felipe se agarrou ao tecido de seu short de educação física, uma tentativa desesperada de encontrar alguma forma de conforto em meio ao tormento que o assolava. No entanto, mesmo o toque familiar do tecido não conseguia aliviar a agonia que o consumia, deixando-o ainda mais envergonhado por sua incapacidade de lidar com a situação.

            Determinado a não ser derrotado pela constipação que o afligia, Felipe se preparou para continuar lutando, determinado a encontrar uma solução para sua aflição, não importa quão difícil fosse o caminho à sua frente.

Conforme a situação se arrastava, Felipe começava a sentir um desconforto crescente pela posição incomum em que se encontrava. Cada instante que passava parecia intensificar essa sensação, deixando-o ainda mais perturbado com a situação em que se encontrava.

— Isso está ficando cada vez mais desconfortável. — Resmungou ele para si mesmo, sua voz vacilante refletindo sua crescente agonia. Ele se sentia fora de lugar, como se estivesse violando alguma regra não escrita ao usar o vaso sanitário de cócoras.

Cada movimento era uma lembrança dolorosa de sua vulnerabilidade, e ele lutava para encontrar algum conforto em meio ao desconforto que o assolava. "Eu não deveria estar passando por isso...", pensou ele, sua mente turvada pela autocrítica e pela crescente angústia. Felipe se via consumido por uma sensação avassaladora de autocrítica e autodesprezo. "Eu não posso acreditar que isso está acontecendo comigo...", sua mente turvava pela angústia e pelo desconforto crescente.

Enquanto tentava encontrar algum consolo em meio ao caos de emoções que o dominava, Felipe mal conseguia conter as lágrimas de desespero que ameaçavam transbordar. A constipação persistente só aumentava a gravidade da situação, envolvendo-o em uma espiral de dor e desconforto insuportáveis. E então, uma sensação estranha começou a se espalhar pela perna direita de Felipe. Uma dormência incômoda e assustadora que o fez estremecer de apreensão.

            — Eu não acredito!

            Cada novo espasmo de dor era como um raio, e Felipe sentia como se estivesse sendo eletrocutado por dentro.

            A dormência só aumentava sua sensação de desamparo, deixando-o ainda mais aflito com a situação em que se encontrava. Cada vez mais fraco e exausto, Felipe lutava para encontrar uma maneira de aliviar seu desconforto, mas a dor implacável continuava a atormentá-lo sem piedade.

            Em meio ao desespero crescente, Felipe lutava contra o impulso de pedir ajuda. Ele se sentia envergonhado demais para permitir que alguém testemunhasse sua angústia, e o pensamento de revelar sua situação para outros só aumentava sua sensação de isolamento e desamparo. "Não, não posso... não posso deixar ninguém saber". Porém, logo veio em mente a pergunta: como alguém poderia lhe ajudar? Seu torturador era seu próprio corpo. Ele teria que enfrentar a situação sozinho. Recordar desse fato era como um lembrete doloroso de sua solidão. Como resultado, Felipe começava a temer que suas forças não fossem suficientes para superar a situação desafiadora em que se encontrava.

— Eu não posso continuar assim! — Ele sussurrou, angustiante, fazendo com que suas palavras soassem como um eco do desespero que o dominava por dentro. A sensação de estar preso em uma batalha que ele não poderia vencer era avassaladora, deixando-o se sentindo completamente derrotado e desamparado. — Eu não sei mais o que fazer!

Com o coração pesado e os olhos marejados de lágrimas, Felipe sabia que precisava encontrar uma solução, mas por enquanto, tudo o que podia fazer era aceitar sua vulnerabilidade e esperar por uma oportunidade de sair dessa situação complicada. Com a perna formigando cada vez mais e a constipação teimando em não apresentar melhoras, Felipe se viu literalmente preso ali, de cócoras, como se estivesse numa armadilha. Cada minuto parecia uma eternidade, e o desconforto crescente apenas intensificava seu constrangimento. Cada momento era uma provação, e Felipe se sentia como se estivesse sendo transformado em uma estátua de dor e constrangimento, incapaz de se mover ou escapar da situação em que se encontrava.

— Eu só quero desaparecer daqui!

Cada segundo que passava era uma tortura, e a sensação de impotência o envolvia como uma névoa sufocante. Olhando em volta da cabine do banheiro, seus olhos buscavam desesperadamente por uma saída, mas tudo o que encontravam era um reflexo do seu próprio desconforto. Ele se sentia como se estivesse enredado em uma teia invisível, incapaz de se libertar.

— Como é que eu vim parar nessa situação?

Cada vez que tentava mover-se, um novo lampejo de dor percorria sua perna formigante, lembrando-o de sua condição desesperadora. Era como se estivesse aprisionado em seu próprio corpo, incapaz de escapar do tormento que o assolava. Com um suspiro pesaroso, ele se preparou para enfrentar o desconforto e a dor que ainda estavam por vir, determinado a encontrar uma solução para sua constipação, mesmo que isso significasse enfrentar a batalha mais difícil de sua vida.

À medida que a sensação de desespero se intensificava, Felipe tentava desesperadamente encontrar uma solução para sua aflição. Cada esforço era em vão, e a angústia que o dominava crescia a cada segundo que passava. Com um suspiro de frustração, ele teve a ideia de usar o papel higiênico para ajudar na sua situação. No entanto, ao buscar pelo indispensável auxílio, um choque de incredulidade o atingiu em cheio. Seu coração afundou quando percebeu que o suporte de papel higiênico estava completamente vazio.

— O que? Ah, não! Não, não, não pode ser! — O desespero aumentou à medida que ele vasculhava freneticamente a cabine em busca de qualquer vestígio de papel higiênico, mas não havia nada. — Não, não, não! Por favor, não faz isso comigo, não! — Lamuriou, desesperado, enquanto vasculhava cada canto da cabine em busca de qualquer sinal daquele item indispensável para aquela ocasião, mas seus esforços foram em vão.

— Não tem nada! Nada! O que eu vou fazer agora, cara?

            A sensação de desamparo o dominava, e ele se sentia como se estivesse preso em um pesadelo sem fim. O pânico borbulhava dentro dele, enquanto ele lutava para processar a terrível realidade de estar sem papel higiênico em uma situação tão desesperadora. A sensação de desespero se intensificava a cada segundo que passava, deixando-o sem saber para onde se virar em busca de ajuda. Felipe se sentia impotente diante da cruel ironia do destino.

            Enquanto o desespero de Felipe atingia níveis insuportáveis, a situação parecia tomar um rumo ainda mais sombrio. Uma sensação de agonia crescente envolveu-o, sufocando-o com sua intensidade avassaladora. Cada parte de seu corpo parecia protestar contra o esforço de continuar em frente, mas ele se recusava a desistir. Com um último esforço de vontade, ele reuniu suas últimas forças e continuou a lutar contra a dor e a exaustão que ameaçavam consumi-lo. Foi então que uma revelação surpreendente se insinuava em sua consciência: o tamanho do cocô era o cerne de seu sofrimento. Uma mistura de incredulidade e compreensão inundou sua mente enquanto ele processava essa descoberta inesperada.

            — É isso... É por isso que está tão difícil! — Murmurou ele para si mesmo, sua voz ecoando com um misto de surpresa e frustração. Cada momento era uma batalha contra a magnitude de seu próprio excremento, deixando-o se sentindo como se estivesse lutando contra um adversário formidável. — Cara, que vergonha! Isso não pode estar acontecendo comigo! — À medida que a constatação se materializava em sua mente, uma onda de desespero inundava Felipe. O choque inicial foi substituído por uma sensação avassaladora de impotência diante da magnitude do problema que enfrentava. A revelação de que o tamanho de seu cocô era o cerne de seu sofrimento era quase demais para suportar.

— É grande demais... Eu não sei o que fazer! — suas palavras mal audíveis acima do som de sua própria respiração ofegante. — Eu não... Eu não aguento mais!

Segurando-se à barra do banheiro com uma mão trêmula, Felipe sentia-se vulnerável e perdido em meio à tormenta que o consumia. Com um esforço renovado, Felipe tentou abrir suas nádegas mais uma vez na esperança de encontrar alívio para sua constipação, mas suas forças pareciam desertá-lo no momento crucial. Cada tentativa era como bater contra uma parede de desespero, e a sensação de impotência o envolvia como uma névoa densa.

Com o desconforto pela posição cada vez mais insuportável, Felipe começou a dar pequenos socos em seus próprios joelhos, uma tentativa desesperada de aliviar a aflição que o consumia. Cada soquinho era uma expressão de sua frustração crescente, uma manifestação física do tormento que o assolava. Era como um grito silencioso de dor, uma tentativa desesperada de dissipar o desconforto que parecia crescer a cada momento.

Enquanto a agonia persistia, um sentimento de constrangimento começava a se infiltrar na mente de Felipe. Ele imaginava que Kaito e Akimiro estivessem estranhando sua demora, e isso só aumentava sua sensação de desconforto. Cada minuto que passava parecia uma eternidade, e a preocupação com o que seus amigos poderiam estar pensando o deixava ainda mais envergonhado.

— Será que eles estão me esperando lá fora? — Questionou-se Felipe em voz baixa. Ele imaginava os olhares curiosos e as perguntas não ditas que poderiam estar rondando seus amigos enquanto esperavam por ele. O pensamento de ser o centro das atenções, mesmo que apenas por sua ausência, era quase insuportável. Ele se perguntava o que Kaito e Akimiro estariam dizendo entre si, se estariam preocupados com ele ou simplesmente irritados com sua demora.

A sensação de ser o foco de atenção, mesmo que negativo, o deixava ainda mais desconfortável, e ele se perguntava como poderia enfrentar seus amigos depois de tanto tempo no banheiro. A vergonha aumentava a cada momento, deixando-o se sentindo ainda mais isolado em sua luta solitária.

— Não posso desistir agora. Você consegue, Felipe!

Com um último suspiro de determinação, Felipe voltou a se esforçar para que os músculos de sua cavidade traseira se vissem livres do seu torturador, até que seu coração disparou quando dois garotos da aula de Educação Física adentraram o banheiro. Suas vozes ecoando no espaço vazio. Um frio percorreu sua espinha enquanto ele se encolhia na cabine, desesperado para não ser descoberto.

— Não, não, não! Por favor, não pode ser! — Ele sussurrou desesperadamente para si mesmo. Seus músculos estavam tensos como cordas de violino, sua mente uma névoa de pânico enquanto ele esperava pelo inevitável momento em que seria descoberto. Ele se sentia como se estivesse sendo esmagado sob o peso do constrangimento, sua pele queimando de vergonha diante da ideia de ser pego em uma situação tão humilhante. — Eu... Eu não posso deixar que me vejam assim!

Felipe segurou a respiração, tentando fazer o mínimo de barulho possível enquanto os garotos conversavam animadamente. Cada palavra trocada entre eles aumentava a tensão que se acumulava dentro dele, deixando-o ainda mais nervoso. Seu desespero atingiu um novo patamar, sua respiração se tornando rápida e superficial conforme a dor e o desconforto se intensificavam. Enquanto os meninos continuavam conversando despreocupadamente do lado de fora, ele sentia como se estivesse preso em um pesadelo do qual não conseguia acordar.

— Por favor, vão embora! — Ele sussurrou para si mesmo, almejando que os dois garotos desaparecessem dali. — Por favor, por favor.

No entanto, os garotos pareciam não ter pressa de sair, prolongando ainda mais a agonia de Felipe. Ele podia sentir o tempo se arrastando enquanto a ansiedade o consumia, deixando-o se sentindo ainda mais vulnerável em sua cabine. Cada segundo se arrastava agonizantemente, enquanto a constipação parecia se transformar em uma batalha perdida, cada contração muscular uma nova onda de tormento para seu corpo já exausto.

— Oh céus, por favor! — Seus sussurros de pânico e súplicas eram inaudíveis, principalmente acima dos burburinhos da conversa dos garotos. — Isso não pode estar acontecendo! Não pode!

Cada segundo que passava sem que os garotos se retirassem era uma eternidade para Felipe, que ansiava desesperadamente por um momento de paz e privacidade. Ele rezava silenciosamente para que os garotos finalmente fossem embora, libertando-o da prisão de sua cabine. Mas, para sua consternação, os garotos permaneciam ali, prolongando sua agonia e aumentando seu desespero. Com o coração batendo descontroladamente em seu peito, Felipe sabia que teria que esperar pacientemente até que a oportunidade certa se apresentasse para ele sair sem ser notado.

            Enquanto os meninos continuavam sua conversa animadamente, alheios à sua aflição, Felipe permanecia imóvel, mantendo-se o mais quieto possível na esperança de não chamar a atenção deles. Ele prendeu a respiração, seus músculos tensos enquanto aguardava ansiosamente que os garotos finalmente fossem embora.

Cada risada, cada palavra trocada entre os garotos era um lembrete constante da presença indesejada que mantinha Felipe encurralado em sua cabine. Seu estômago se revirava com uma mistura de dor física e angústia emocional, enquanto ele lutava diante da avalanche de sensações avassaladoras que o assaltavam. O suor frio brotava em sua testa, sua pele formigando com a sensação de estar à beira de um colapso total.

— Por favor, por favor... Eu não aguento mais! Só preciso que isso acabe... Por favor! — Os garotos, imersos em sua conversa animada, não mostravam sinais de que pretendiam sair tão cedo. Para Felipe, o conteúdo de suas palavras era irrelevante; tudo o que ele queria era se libertar da situação angustiante em que se encontrava. — Por favor, por favor! — Repetia ele em silêncio, suas mãos tremendo ligeiramente enquanto ele se agarrava à esperança de que os garotos finalmente decidissem sair.

O coração de Felipe saltou na garganta quando ele ouviu o som da porta da cabine se mexendo. Seus olhos se arregalaram de pânico quando um dos meninos se apoiou na porta, como se estivesse prestes a entrar.

— Por favor! Por favor! Não, não, não! — Gemeu ele em um sussurro de desespero, enquanto ele se encolhia ainda mais na cabine.

A presença do garoto tão perto dele aumentou sua sensação de claustrofobia, como se as paredes estivessem se fechando ao seu redor. Cada batida do coração de Felipe era um tambor ensurdecedor em seus ouvidos, enquanto ele aguardava o inevitável momento da descoberta.

— Por favor, por favor, vai embora!

Seu estômago se revirava de ansiedade, suas mãos tremendo enquanto ele lutava para manter-se calmo diante da iminente ameaça de ser descoberto. Cada segundo que passava parecia uma eternidade. O garoto do lado de fora continuava encostado na porta, como se estivesse ponderando sobre algo. O desconforto de Felipe aumentava a cada segundo. A constipação persistia, e ele se sentia cada vez mais angustiado diante da impossibilidade de resolver seu problema ali mesmo.

Finalmente, depois do que pareceu uma eternidade, com um suspiro de alívio abafado, Felipe ouviu os garotos finalmente saindo do banheiro. O som dos seus passos se afastando ecoou pelo banheiro, trazendo um breve momento de tranquilidade em meio à agonia que ele estava enfrentando.

— Obrigado, obrigado! — Ele murmurou para si mesmo, sua voz embargada pelo alívio e gratidão.

Agora sozinho novamente, Felipe sentiu um misto de emoções: alívio por estar livre da presença dos outros garotos, mas também uma sensação avassaladora de desamparo diante de sua situação. Sua constipação persistia, e ele sabia que precisava encontrar uma maneira de lidar com ela antes que pudesse sair daquele lugar frio e desconfortável.

Com determinação renovada, Felipe respirou fundo e tentou se concentrar novamente em sua luta solitária. Com o passar do tempo, a sensação de vergonha de Felipe só aumentava. Ele se sentia impotente e constrangido pela situação em que se encontrava, e as lágrimas começaram a escorrer por suas bochechas, silenciosas testemunhas de sua angústia. Cada lágrima que caía era uma expressão de sua dor física e emocional, uma manifestação de toda a frustração e desespero que ele estava enfrentando naquele momento. Ele se sentia sozinho e indefeso, incapaz de controlar as circunstâncias que o haviam levado até ali.

Enquanto ajustava seu short cinza, um pensamento angustiante cruzou a mente de Felipe: a aula de Educação Física já deveria ter começado há tempos. Kaito e Akimiro provavelmente estão estranhando sua demora e devem estar preocupados. A vergonha se apoderou dele ao perceber que todos estavam na educação física, vivendo suas vidas normais, enquanto ele estava preso num banheiro, lutando contra uma constipação impossível. Uma sensação de vulnerabilidade e desamparo tomou conta dele. Ele se sentia isolado e impotente, incapaz de participar das atividades como os outros alunos. A ideia de ser o centro das atenções, mesmo que por um motivo tão embaraçoso, o deixava ainda mais angustiado.

— Eles devem estar preocupados... eu devia estar lá com eles, mas...

A sensação de estar preso numa situação tão constrangedora era avassaladora. Felipe se perguntava se conseguiria sair dali a tempo de evitar mais perguntas indesejadas. Mas, por enquanto, ele estava sozinho, lutando contra uma batalha solitária contra sua própria condição.

A dor piorava e Felipe já se sentia exausto de tanto se esforçar em vão. Ele se recusava a acreditar que perderia a batalha pelo próprio cocô. Tentava em vão suprimir os gemidos de dor que ameaçavam escapar de seus lábios, mas era uma batalha perdida contra a intensidade crescente de sua aflição. Ele desejou fervorosamente poder escapar da prisão de sua própria dor, mas estava preso em um ciclo interminável de agonia e desespero.

 — Isso... isso dói tanto! Eu não aguento mais!

Em meio aquele cenário de dor, angústia e constrangimento, Felipe começa a ter uma crise de um estrangeiro perdido. Um adolescente brasileiro preso no banheiro de uma escola, totalmente desconhecida e que ninguém sequer falava a sua língua, por conta de sua constipação, em uma posição desconfortável, sem ter a quem pedir ajuda, pois o seu algoz era um imenso cocô em conluio com o seu próprio corpo, prendendo-o ali desconfortavelmente enquanto a vida normal continuava lá fora. Era só ele por ele mesmo ali naquela situação. Então Felipe percebe que um adolescente brasileiro perdido no Japão é muito mais difícil do que parece, ainda mais nessa situação.

Enquanto as lágrimas continuavam a escorrer por seu rosto, Felipe se viu envolto por um turbilhão de pensamentos e emoções. Ele se encolheu dentro da pequena cabine do banheiro, sentindo-se envergonhado e impotente diante da situação em que se encontrava. Cada soluço que escapava de seus lábios era uma expressão de sua dor física e emocional, uma manifestação palpável de toda a frustração e desespero que o consumiam naquele momento.

— Que droga! No Brasil eu jamais passaria por algo parecido! Eu tinha mesmo que passar por esse inferno tão longe? — Ele resmungou com sua voz embargada pelo choro. Cada palavra era carregada com o peso de sua indignação e incredulidade diante da cruel ironia do destino que o havia colocado naquela situação humilhante. — Não acredito! Eu não acredito que estou perdendo uma batalha para o meu próprio cocô, cara! Isso é humilhante! É ridículo, simplesmente ridículo!

Enquanto sofria com a constipação, Felipe encontrava consolo em suas lembranças do Brasil. Recordava-se dos dias ensolarados em sua cidade natal, das risadas compartilhadas com seus amigos e da sensação reconfortante de estar em casa. Era como se as memórias do passado o envolvessem em um abraço caloroso, oferecendo-lhe um refúgio temporário da dura realidade em que se encontrava. Cada lembrança era como uma luz suave em meio à escuridão de sua situação atual, um lembrete reconfortante de que, apesar de todos os desafios que enfrentava, ainda havia um lugar onde ele pertencia verdadeiramente. Ele se viu revivendo momentos preciosos do passado, como se estivesse assistindo a um filme em sua mente, e por um breve instante, esqueceu-se das dificuldades que o cercavam.

— Se ao menos eu pudesse estar lá agora! Se ao menos pudesse sentir o conforto familiar de estar em casa, em vez dessa solidão e desconforto...

Apesar da distância física que o separava de sua terra natal, Felipe sabia que sua terra natal estaria sempre em seu coração, um lugar de onde ele vinha e para onde sempre poderia voltar. Era essa certeza que o ajudava a suportar as dificuldades de estar longe de casa, mesmo nos momentos mais difíceis como aquele em que se encontrava agora.

Contudo, enquanto mergulhava em suas lembranças do Brasil, uma súbita cãibra fez com que Felipe fosse arrancado abruptamente do seu devaneio patriótico. Uma dor aguda rasgou sua perna esquerda, enviando ondas de desconforto através de todo o seu corpo. Ele se contorceu involuntariamente, tentando aliviar a intensidade da dor, mas apenas conseguiu aumentar sua aflição ao se ver preso em uma posição ainda mais desconfortável.

— Ai! Ai! Ai! O que está acontecendo? Por que tudo está doendo tanto?

Cada movimento parecia aumentar a intensidade da dor, e Felipe sentiu-se inundado por uma sensação de desamparo enquanto lutava para encontrar uma maneira de aliviar seu sofrimento. A cãibra parecia intensificar a dor já insuportável de sua constipação, e ele se viu à mercê de duas fontes de tormento que se mesclavam em uma única e agonizante experiência.

— Cãibra? Ah, não! Cãibra, não! Por favor, não! Isso não pode estar acontecendo! Por que tudo está piorando?

Cada respiração era uma luta, cada movimento uma tortura, e Felipe sentiu-se consumido pela sensação de impotência diante da dor avassaladora que o envolvia. Ele se perguntava como seria possível suportar mais um instante daquela agonia, como seria possível encontrar uma saída da espiral descendente em que se encontrava.

— Oh céus! Por favor, faça com que isso acabe logo, por favor!

Mas suas preces caíam em ouvidos surdos, e Felipe se viu sozinho em sua agonia, sem esperança de encontrar alívio em meio à tempestade que o cercava. Ele sabia que estava enfrentando o desafio mais difícil de sua vida, e apenas o tempo diria se seria capaz de sobreviver a ele. Com a perna esquerda firmemente segurada em uma tentativa desesperada de abrandar a dor lancinante da cãibra persistente, Felipe sentiu uma sensação de impotência avassaladora tomar conta dele. Cada músculo em seu corpo parecia estar protestando em agonia, enquanto ele lutava para encontrar algum alívio para o tormento que o consumia.

— Eu acho que vou morrer! Esse vai ser o meu fim!

As lágrimas voltaram a brotar de seus olhos, uma torrente de emoções conflitantes que ameaçava engolfá-lo por completo. Ele se sentia envergonhado por perder uma batalha para algo tão trivial quanto uma prisão de ventre, e essa vergonha apenas aumentava sua aflição enquanto ele lutava para encontrar algum consolo em meio ao caos que o cercava. A constipação era mais do que um mero incômodo físico para Felipe; era um inimigo astuto que o deixava vulnerável e impotente. Seu próprio corpo, que deveria ser seu aliado, agora se voltava contra ele de maneira implacável, causando dor e constrangimento.

            — Por que meu próprio corpo está fazendo isso comigo? Eu... eu deveria estar no controle, mas parece que estou à mercê dele!

            Enquanto lutava para encontrar uma solução para seu desconforto, ele se perguntava se seria capaz de vencer esse inimigo interno e recuperar o controle sobre seu próprio corpo, que deveria ser seu templo, mas agora se transformava em sua própria prisão, negando-lhe a liberdade e o conforto que ele tanto almejava.

            Ele olhou ao redor, como se esperasse que alguém aparecesse para confirmar que tudo não passava de um engano terrível. Mas não havia ninguém ali além dele mesmo, e a realidade cruel de sua situação o atingiu com uma força avassaladora. Ele continuou sua luta solitária contra a constipação, sua determinação sendo testada a cada momento pela persistência implacável de seu corpo.

Cada movimento era uma coreografia de desconforto, seus músculos tensos e suas feições contorcidas em agonia. Cada tentativa de alívio era como bater contra uma parede de dor e humilhação, deixando-o ainda mais desesperado por um momento de respiro. A cãibra persistia, fazendo com que Felipe se contorcesse de dor enquanto lágrimas escorriam por seu rosto. Cada respiração era um suplício, cada movimento uma agonia insuportável.

— Eu quero ir pra casa! — Ele chorou em meio aos soluços, sua voz embargada pelo sofrimento. — Por favor, me tirem daqui... Eu não aguento mais! — As dores se intensificavam a cada momento, como garras afiadas rasgando seus músculos tensos. — Eu só quero a minha casa!

Enquanto as dores o consumiam, ele começou a ter lembranças vívidas de sua vida adolescente no Brasil. Lembranças da casa onde cresceu, das risadas com amigos, dos abraços calorosos da família... Tudo parecia tão distante agora, enquanto ele enfrentava essa provação solitária em um banheiro completamente esquisito para ele. As lágrimas de Felipe escorriam por seu rosto, misturando-se com a expressão de dor e desespero que o consumia. Enquanto a constipação persistia e a dor nas pernas se intensificava, ele se sentia cada vez mais vulnerável e impotente. As lembranças de sua vida no Brasil pareciam agora um sonho distante, uma fonte de conforto perdida em meio ao sofrimento.

De repente, a lembrança dos antigos rapazes que faziam bullying com ele ecoou na mente de Felipe, trazendo à tona sentimento de indignação e tristeza. Ele imaginou suas vozes zombeteiras, suas risadas cruéis ecoando em sua cabeça, enquanto ele lutava contra a constipação que o deixava em agonia.

— Se eles soubessem... se soubessem o que estou passando agora, adorariam! — Murmurou Felipe para si mesmo, sua voz carregada de amargura e resignação. — Eles iriam rir de mim, zombar da minha dor... como sempre fizeram.

A imagem dos rapazes zombando dele, apontando dedos e fazendo comentários maldosos, era como um golpe cruel em seu coração já sofrido. Ele se sentia pequeno e impotente, como se estivesse revivendo todos os momentos de humilhação e dor que havia experimentado no passado.

Com um suspiro de frustração, Felipe voltou a tentar abrir as nádegas com as mãos, na esperança de aliviar um pouco do desconforto que sentia. No entanto, seus esforços foram em vão, e ele se viu mais uma vez enfrentando a resistência implacável do próprio corpo.

— Por que nada funciona? Por que tudo tem que ser tão difícil?

Cada tentativa frustrada apenas aumentava sua agonia, deixando-o mais desanimado e exausto. Seu corpo tremia com o esforço contínuo e a dor persistente, e ele se sentia como se estivesse lutando contra uma batalha perdida. Cada vez que ele tentava encontrar um pouco de alívio, era como se encontrasse apenas mais obstáculos em seu caminho, deixando-o mais exausto e desanimado.

            Felipe desvia o olhar para baixo, entre as pernas, sentindo-se envergonhado e incrédulo diante da situação embaraçosa em que se encontra. Seus olhos fixam-se no sanitário japonês, onde o obstáculo parece maior do que nunca, desafiando-o de uma forma que ele nunca imaginou. Ele balança a cabeça em negação, como se esperasse que tudo fosse apenas um pesadelo passageiro. Ele fecha os olhos por um momento, tentando afastar a sensação de vergonha que o consome, mas a imagem persiste, assombrando-o com sua presença indesejada.

Felipe, mesmo com parte do seu torturador estando com uma parte petrificada fora do seu ânus completamente dolorido, tentou se levantar, mas seus esforços são em vão, mal conseguindo erguer-se alguns centímetros. A constipação não deu trégua, e a dor persiste implacável. Ele abaixou a cabeça e apoiou o rosto nos braços cruzados, apoiados em seus joelhos.

— Não posso nem me levantar! Estou preso aqui! É como se tudo estivesse conspirando contra mim!

Depois de alguns segundos imerso em seus braços, com a respiração ofegante, Felipe agarra-se com firmeza no apoio de ferro, buscando algum tipo de estabilidade em meio à sua aflição. Ele decide contar até três, buscando reunir coragem para enfrentar o desafio que se apresenta diante dele. Com uma respiração profunda, ele inicia a contagem, cada número marcando o ritmo acelerado de seu coração. "Um...", murmura baixinho, sentindo a tensão crescer dentro de si. "Dois...", continua, sua voz tremendo ligeiramente enquanto se prepara para o próximo passo. "Três...", finaliza, sua determinação alcançando o ápice, pronto para enfrentar o que quer que venha a seguir. Com os músculos tensionados e a mente concentrada, Felipe busca uma solução para sua situação angustiante. Cada instante parece uma eternidade enquanto ele luta.

Com uma ponta de esperança surgindo em meio ao desespero, Felipe observa com expectativa enquanto sente o cocô se mover ligeiramente. Seus olhos se fixam na área entre as pernas, ansioso por qualquer sinal de progresso. Cada pequeno movimento é recebido com uma mistura de alívio e apreensão, enquanto ele aguarda ansiosamente por um desfecho favorável.

— O que? Não acredito! Será que... será que é um sinal de que finalmente vou conseguir me livrar desse sufoco?

Felipe sente uma pontada de esperança quando percebe um leve movimento no seu estômago. Com os olhos arregalados, ele se concentra na sensação, torcendo para que seja um sinal de alívio. Com cuidado, ele respira fundo e tenta se concentrar em relaxar, na esperança de que isso facilite o processo. Cautelosamente, ele começa a fazer uma leve pressão abdominal, com os músculos tensos de ansiedade. Seus olhos estão fixos no vaso sanitário, esperando pelo momento crucial em que a constipação finalmente cederá. O tempo parece se arrastar enquanto ele aguarda, com o coração batendo rápido de expectativa. Cada segundo é uma eternidade, e Felipe mal consegue conter a crescente onda de esperança que ameaça transbordar.

— Por favor, que seja o fim desse tormento!

Com a respiração entrecortada pela tensão, Felipe se prepara para mais uma tentativa de alívio. Esperançoso, ele agarra o apoio de ferro em sua frente e conta a até três:

— Um... dois... três....

Ele se esforça, pressionando os músculos do seu ânus para empurrar seu algoz para fora de seu corpo. No entanto, tudo permanece imóvel e silencioso. Uma sensação de frustração começa a se instalar em seu peito, mas ele se recusa a desistir.

— Vamos lá, você consegue, Felipe. Mais uma vez... — Ele fecha os olhos por um momento, reunindo toda a sua determinação. Então, com um suspiro determinado, ele se concentra e conta novamente. — Um... dois... três!

Cada número é pronunciado com determinação, como se fossem as últimas palavras de um feitiço mágico. Felipe espera, com o coração batendo forte no peito, ansioso por qualquer sinal de progresso. No entanto, o silêncio persiste. Nenhum movimento, nenhum sinal de alívio. Felipe se sente derrotado, como se suas próprias forças estivessem se esgotando junto com sua esperança.

— Droga! Droga! Droga!

            Sua voz sai num sussurro cansado, carregado de desânimo. Ele volta a afundar seu rosto entre os braços apoiados nos joelhos, sentindo-se completamente exaurido. Cada músculo do seu corpo parece pesar uma tonelada, e a constipação continua a zombar dele, implacável. Com um suspiro de frustração, Felipe voltou a tentar abrir as nádegas com as mãos, na esperança de aliviar um pouco do desconforto que sentia. No entanto, seus esforços foram em vão, e ele se viu mais uma vez enfrentando a resistência cruel do próprio corpo.

— Eu vou ficar aqui pra sempre, cara!

A respiração de Felipe começou a se tornar mais agitada, seu peito subindo e descendo em um ritmo irregular e acelerado. Cada respiração era acompanhada por um suspiro pesado, carregado com o peso da exaustão e da frustração que ele sentia.

Seu corpo estremecia com o esforço contínuo e a dor persistente. Felipe chegou num ponto que nem as lágrimas queriam mais sair de seus olhos. Cada vez que ele tentava encontrar um pouco de alívio, era como se encontrasse apenas mais obstáculos em seu caminho, deixando-o mais exausto e desanimado. A exaustão começava a pesar sobre ele, suas pálpebras se tornando pesadas e seus músculos se sentindo fracos e cansados.

Mesmo assim, ele se recusava a desistir. Com determinação teimosa, ele continuou a respirar fundo. Com cuidado, Felipe voltou a dar pequenos socos no próprio joelho, numa tentativa desesperada de aliviar a sensação de formigamento que toma conta de sua perna amortecida. Cada batida é um sussurro de dor, mas ele persiste, na esperança de que isso traga algum alívio.

— Vamos lá, perna. Aguenta firme, eu preciso de você em forma, não me deixa na mão agora!

Logo após, em um gesto de resistência silenciosa, Felipe se agarra ao apoio como um náufrago se agarra a um pedaço de madeira à deriva no mar tempestuoso, e decidiu contar até três novamente, buscando reunir coragem para enfrentar o desafio que se apresenta diante dele. Com uma respiração profunda, ele inicia a contagem, cada número marcando o ritmo acelerado de seu coração. "Um...", murmura com dificuldade, sentindo a tensão crescer dentro de si. "Dois...", continua, sua voz tremendo ligeiramente enquanto se prepara para o próximo passo. "Três...", finaliza, sua determinação alcançando o ápice, pronto para enfrentar o que quer que venha a seguir.

Com um suspiro profundo, Felipe reúne toda a sua coragem e decide agir. Com a contagem concluída, ele se prepara para enfrentar a situação com determinação. Cada batida de seu coração ecoa em seus ouvidos, ecoando sua determinação em superar esse obstáculo. Com um último impulso de energia, ele se concentra em encontrar uma solução para o seu difícil aperto. Mas, para sua surpresa, em vez de sentir o tão desejado movimento do seu cocô, ele experimenta uma sensação totalmente diferente. Seu corpo se agita involuntariamente, e ele fica atônito quando percebe o que está acontecendo.

— O que? Não! Isso não pode ser... não acredito! — Sua voz fraca e cansada agora expelia incredulidade e vergonha. A sensação de êxtase o envolveu, deixando-o completamente atordoado e sem palavras, enquanto aquela estranha e constrangedora sensação se espalhava por todo o seu corpo: ele teve um orgasmo.

— Eu não posso acreditar que isso está acontecendo comigo! — As palavras carregadas de desespero e humilhação ecoaram pela cabine. Ele estava completamente despreparado para lidar com essa reviravolta inesperada. Seus olhos se arregalaram em surpresa quando ele reconheceu a sensação, embora relutante em admitir para si mesmo o que havia acabado de acontecer.

A vergonha que o acompanhava era avassaladora, uma onda poderosa que ameaçava consumi-lo por inteiro. Felipe se encolheu, desejando que o chão se abrisse e o engolisse inteiro para que ele pudesse escapar daquela situação constrangedora. Ele começa a esfregar a mão em seus braços arrepiados, tentando se recuperar do choque enquanto luta para lidar com a avalanche de emoções que o invadia.

— Oh não! O que foi isso?

Sua mente estava em turbilhão, incapaz de compreender a bizarra reviravolta dos acontecimentos. Ele se sentia exposto e vulnerável, desejando desesperadamente que tudo fosse apenas um terrível engano. Felipe permaneceu ali, paralisado, enquanto tentava processar o que acabara de acontecer, sentindo-se como se estivesse preso em um pesadelo surreal, uma reviravolta absurda que desafiava toda a lógica e razão, fazendo com que as lágrimas voltassem a se irromper de seus olhos.

Diante daquela prova, daquele sufoco infernal, daquele labirinto emocional, dúvidas começaram a emergir na mente totalmente atordoada de Felipe, ecoando sussurros por um fantasma invisível. Ele se questiona se essa provação é uma espécie de castigo por suas falhas passadas, se ele de alguma forma merece esse tormento que o consome tão cruelmente. A incerteza o envolve como uma névoa densa, obscurecendo sua visão e turvando seus pensamentos.

— Será que eu sou uma pessoa boa? — Ele se pergunta em meio ao tumulto de emoções que o assola. Cada dúvida é como uma flecha afiada cravada em seu coração, uma prova de fogo para sua fé e sua confiança em si mesmo. As palavras escapam de seus lábios trêmulos, carregadas de uma mistura de temor e autorreflexão. — Será que esse é o meu castigo pelos meus pecados? Será que estou sendo punido por algo que fiz no passado? — Cada sílaba, embora proferidas num quase inaudível, parece ecoar no ambiente silencioso da cabine, enquanto ele luta para compreender o que está acontecendo consigo mesmo.

As lágrimas correm pelo rosto de Felipe, deixando trilhas brilhantes em suas bochechas, enquanto ele fecha os olhos em busca de respostas. Cada soluço é um suspiro de agonia, uma expressão de sua tormenta interna.

— Será que esse é o meu castigo pelos meus pecados? — Indagou-se, tremendo com o peso das palavras. Ele se agarra às lembranças de sua juventude no Brasil, revivendo cada momento com uma intensidade quase dolorosa. Cada riso, cada lágrima, cada escolha feita ou deixada de fazer, tudo é examinado em busca de um sinal, uma pista que possa explicar sua atual provação. Porém, à medida que as memórias se desenrolam diante de seus olhos fechados, ele não encontra nada além de um garoto comum, com sonhos, medos e esperanças como qualquer outro. A incerteza o envolve como uma névoa densa, misturando-se ao desconforto físico que o consome, formando um véu de angústia ao seu redor.

— Por favor, me perdoe, seja lá o que eu tenha feito! — Soluça Felipe, com palavras abafadas pelo choro convulsivo que sacode todo o seu corpo. — Eu não me lembro de ter feito nada de ruim, mas se eu fiz algo para merecer isso, eu peço perdão. Por favor, acabe com esse castigo, eu não aguento mais. — As palavras saem em um fio de voz trêmula, cada sílaba carregada de angústia e desespero, ecoando no silêncio sufocante daquele lugar. Os soluços se misturam às lágrimas que escorrem por seu rosto, e a sensação de impotência o consome enquanto ele se debate entre a dor física e a culpa avassaladora. — Eu não aguento mais, por favor. Se eu fiz algo errado, por favor, me perdoe. Não quero mais sentir essa dor, não quero mais passar por isso. Eu quero sair daqui. Eu quero ir pra casa. Por favor, me ajude.

Cada palavra sai abafada pelos soluços, sua voz rouca e desesperada ecoando no pequeno espaço do banheiro, misturando-se ao som do seu próprio sofrimento. As lágrimas continuam a rolar, uma torrente de angústia e arrependimento que parece não ter fim.

— Se eu conseguir sair daqui, prometo ser uma pessoa melhor! — Felipe murmura entre soluços, expelindo fervor e desespero. — Prometo ser mais atencioso, mais gentil. Prometo valorizar mais cada momento, cada pessoa que cruza o meu caminho. Prometo nunca mais reclamar das pequenas coisas, nunca mais perder a paciência tão facilmente. Prometo ser grato por cada dia, por cada respiração. Por favor, me deixe sair daqui, e eu juro que farei o meu melhor para merecer essa segunda chance.

Suas promessas ecoam no silêncio sufocante do banheiro, preenchendo o ar com uma mistura de esperança e desespero.

— Eu juro! Se fiz algo para merecer isso, peço perdão de todo o coração. Não sei o que fiz de errado, mas estou arrependido. Por favor, me ajude a sair dessa situação. Não aguento mais, não suporto mais essa dor e essa vergonha. Só quero voltar pra casa, pra a minha vida normal. Prometo ser melhor, prometo nunca mais reclamar das coisas simples, prometo valorizar cada momento. Só me deixe sair daqui, por favor! Eu imploro! Eu suplico!

Felipe se agarra nas suas pernas, cobertas pelas meias cinzas, e fecha seus olhos marejados de lágrimas.

— Por que isso está acontecendo comigo? Será que fiz algo tão terrível que mereço ser punido assim? — Ele recorda de sua vida no Brasil, uma vida simples, marcada por momentos de alegria e tristeza. Lembra-se dos amigos que deixou para trás e das dificuldades que enfrentou ao se mudar para o outro lado do mundo. — Eu só queria recomeçar, tentar algo novo. Só isso! Mas agora estou aqui, preso nesse banheiro esquisito, lutando contra uma prisão de ventre desgraçada. Será que isso é um sinal de que fiz a escolha errada?

As lembranças de sua infância e adolescência inundam sua mente. Ele pensa nas vezes em que errou, nas vezes em que magoou alguém sem querer, nas oportunidades que deixou escapar.

— Eu juro que vou mudar, vou ser uma pessoa melhor. — Ele promete a si mesmo, com a voz embargada pelo choro. — Se eu conseguir sair daqui, vou aproveitar cada momento, vou ser grato por cada pequena coisa da vida.

As lágrimas escorrem pelo seu rosto enquanto ele continua a implorar por perdão, não apenas para os outros, mas também para si mesmo. O peso da vergonha e do arrependimento o consome, mas ele sabe que precisa encontrar forças para seguir em frente.

— Eu nunca me senti tão sozinho em toda a minha vida. Estou me sentindo tão frágil. Tão vulnerável.

Felipe soluça, afundando ainda mais na sua tristeza. Ele estava tão cansado, tão atordoado, tão desamparado, que, em um momento de descuido e sem aviso prévio, um peido escapou de sua bunda, ecoando pelo banheiro em um som constrangedor e ensurdecedor. O som reverberou nas paredes, preenchendo o espaço com uma atmosfera pesada de constrangimento. O rosto de Felipe ardia em uma mistura de vergonha e desespero, seu corpo tenso em antecipação ao julgamento silencioso que imaginava pairando sobre ele.

Ele se encolheu sobre si mesmo, os ombros curvados em uma postura de derrota autoimposta. O calor da humilhação irradiava de sua pele, transformando seu corpo em um caldeirão de emoções conflitantes. Cada olhar para as paredes da cabine era um lembrete doloroso de sua vulnerabilidade, de sua condição exposta para o mundo ver.

— Não! Não, não, não! Mas que desgraça! Eu não posso acreditar que isso aconteceu! — As palavras mal escapavam de seus lábios, envolvidas em uma camada espessa de vergonha e desamparo. Ele se sentia pequeno, impotente diante da magnitude de sua própria humilhação. Ele se remexeu desconfortavelmente, sua mente girando em um turbilhão de autocrítica e autorreprovação.

O odor insuportável do próprio peido deixa Felipe ainda mais desconfortável. Ele franze o nariz, sentindo-se nauseado com o cheiro desagradável que permeia o ar do banheiro. Sua expressão de constrangimento se intensifica, enquanto ele luta para conter a ânsia de vômito que começa a surgir.

— Que fedor horrível! — Resmungou com a voz abafada pelo desgosto. Ele pressiona a mão contra a boca, tentando bloquear o cheiro repulsivo, mas é em vão. Cada respiração só parece trazer mais daquele odor nauseante para suas narinas. — Não posso suportar isso! — Lamenta consigo mesmo, desejando poder escapar do cheiro penetrante que parece impregnar cada canto do banheiro. Sua mente se embola em uma mistura de nojo e desespero, enquanto ele tenta pensar em uma maneira de lidar com a situação insuportável em que se encontra.

            Cada som, cada eco dos peidos pareciam zombar dele, lançando-se em uma espiral de autoconsciência e desespero. Ele cerrou os punhos com força, os nós de seus dedos brancos com a tensão enquanto lutava para conter as lágrimas que continuavam a transbordar. A dor da constipação aumentou, como se cada esforço feito fosse uma faca afiada perfurando suas entranhas. Felipe cerrou os dentes com força, tentando conter um grito de agonia enquanto seu corpo protestava contra a tortura infligida sobre ele.

            A dor persistia, intensificando-se a cada momento como uma maré implacável que ameaçava engoli-lo. Entretanto, com cada fibra de seu ser, ele se agarrou à esperança de que, apesar da dor insuportável, ele emergiria mais forte do outro lado. Era essa crença que o impulsionava a continuar lutando, mesmo quando tudo parecia perdido, pois ele sabia que, no final, a luz da esperança brilharia sobre ele, dissipando as sombras de sua angústia.

Felipe sentiu o alívio momentâneo de mais um peido escapando, rompendo o silêncio opressivo do banheiro com um som constrangedor. Por um breve instante, ele se permitiu um suspiro de alívio, mesmo que misturado com uma pitada de vergonha. No entanto, foi o que se seguiu que o pegou de surpresa. Enquanto se recuperava do embaraço momentâneo, Felipe sentiu um movimento inesperado em seu ventre. Um tremor sutil, mas distintamente diferente de antes, como se algo estivesse se movendo dentro dele. Seus olhos se arregalaram com surpresa, e uma pontada de esperança começou a crescer em seu peito.

Será que... — Sua voz saiu como um sussurro, mal audível até mesmo para ele mesmo. Mas a mera possibilidade de que sua luta pudesse estar terminando era o suficiente para encher seu coração de uma mistura tumultuada de emoções.

Com um gemido de frustração, Felipe tenta novamente abrir as nádegas com as mãos, mas antes que ele possa fazer qualquer progresso, outro peido escapa dele, ecoando no banheiro em um som constrangedor. O fedor se intensifica, envolvendo-o em uma nuvem nauseante que parece impossível de escapar.

Isso não pode ser sério! — ele resmungou, expelindo desespero e incredulidade. Ele se sente como se estivesse preso em algum tipo de pesadelo grotesco, onde cada movimento errado só o afunda mais fundo em sua situação humilhante. Enquanto tenta lidar com o odor repugnante e a sensação de desamparo que o envolve, Felipe sente seu cocô mexer novamente sob ele, como se estivesse ganhando vida própria. Seus olhos se arregalam de surpresa, seu coração batendo com força contra o peito enquanto ele luta para compreender o que está acontecendo. Ele agarra a barra de ferro com mais força, como se estivesse se segurando em um penhasco à beira de um abismo, tentando desesperadamente manter sua sanidade em meio ao caos que o cerca.

Com uma sensação de desespero crescente, Felipe percebe, envergonhado, que são próprios peidos que estão causando os movimentos estranhos do seu cocô. Ele se sente ainda mais constrangido pela situação bizarra em que se encontra, incapaz de acreditar que sua própria expulsão de gases está contribuindo para seu desconforto.

— Não, não, não! Por favor, isso não! — Cada vez mais consciente do cheiro sufocante que paira no ar, ele se vira para tentar escapar da nuvem de fedor, mas é confrontado com a realidade implacável de sua situação. — Não, eu não acredito que vou ter que me submeter a isso! Não! Eu me recus... Ai! — Antes que pudesse completar sua reclamação, Felipe foi interrompido por outro peido barulhento, aumentando o mal cheiro que se alastrava pela cabine.

Contudo, com cada peido que escapava, Felipe sentia uma nova sensação de alívio percorrer seu corpo tenso. Cada som emitido era como uma pequena vitória, um passo mais próximo da libertação que tanto ansiava. Ele se permitiu um leve sorriso, reconhecendo o papel essencial que esses gases estavam desempenhando em sua luta contra a constipação.

— Essas porcarias de peido estão realmente funcionando! — suas palavras, embora ainda recheadas de vergonha, estavam carregadas de gratidão e surpresa. Ele nunca teria imaginado que algo tão simples como um pum poderia se tornar seu aliado nessa batalha épica contra seu próprio corpo. Com uma nova determinação, Felipe decidiu se render a essa estratégia improvável, deixando os peidos escaparem livremente sempre que sentia a pressão se acumulando em seu interior. Cada expulsão de gás era como uma pequena vitória, um lembrete constante de que ele estava no controle, mesmo nas circunstâncias mais adversas.

— Isso é surreal! Como é possível que algo tão desagradável esteja contribuindo para o fim desse tormento? — Ele se sente enojado consigo mesmo, incapaz de compreender como algo tão ordinário como um peido pode estar relacionado a uma situação tão extraordinariamente desconfortável. A ironia da situação não passa despercebida por ele, e ele se vê perdido em pensamentos tumultuados sobre o absurdo de sua própria condição. — É como se o universo estivesse se divertindo às minhas custas!

Com a mão cobrindo parte do rosto, Felipe sente uma mistura de incredulidade e desespero ao contemplar a possibilidade de ter que recorrer a peidos para finalmente aliviar-se do desconforto daquele cocô seco e comprido.

— Isso é simplesmente absurdo!

Embora indignado, Felipe continuou sua batalha se sentindo grato por ter encontrado uma maneira de aliviar o desconforto que o afligia. Cada peido era como um pequeno raio de esperança em meio à escuridão de sua agonia, guiando-o em direção à luz no fim do túnel. Com cada expiração de gás, ele sentia seu corpo relaxar um pouco mais, as tensões e os medos se dissolvendo em uma névoa de alívio. Ele sabia que ainda tinha um longo caminho pela frente, mas agora, com seu novo aliado ao seu lado, ele sentia que podia enfrentar qualquer desafio que o destino lhe reservasse. Com cada peido liberado, Felipe sentia uma mistura de alívio e surpresa inundar seu corpo tenso. Enquanto enxugava as lágrimas, ele não pôde deixar de rir da ironia da situação, fazendo uma piada sobre sua batalha solitária contra seu próprio corpo.

— Quem diria que minha melhor arma seria... peidos? — Ele brincou consigo mesmo, seu sorriso misturado com um toque de incredulidade. Era quase como se o universo estivesse lhe enviando uma mensagem, uma pequena dose de humor para aliviar o fardo de sua agonia. — Quem diria que eu estaria aqui, competindo comigo mesmo em uma corrida para... bom, libertar o que precisa ser libertado.

Com um novo ânimo, ele continuou a fazer força, sentindo o coco se mexendo cada vez mais a cada esforço. Cada movimento era uma prova de sua determinação inabalável, um lembrete constante de que ele era mais forte do que qualquer obstáculo que a vida lhe lançasse. Apesar da dor persistente e do desconforto contínuo, Felipe encontrou forças para continuar lutando, alimentado pela esperança de que em breve estaria livre do tormento que o afligia. Cada peido liberado era um pequeno passo em direção à vitória final, uma confirmação de sua capacidade de superar as adversidades mais desafiadoras.

Enquanto o tempo passava e sua batalha se intensificava, ele se agarrou à esperança de um futuro melhor, um futuro livre da prisão que o confinava no banheiro. Com cada peido, ele se aproximava cada vez mais desse futuro, seu espírito determinado a triunfar sobre todas as probabilidades.

— Bem, pelo menos agora descobri uma nova utilidade para esses peidos! — Tentou forçar uma brincadeira consigo mesmo para se distrair, deixando escapar um sorriso leve apesar da situação constrangedora. Ele percebeu o quão surreal era sua condição, como se estivesse participando de um esquete humorístico improvisado em um palco invisível.

Cada peido era uma nota em uma sinfonia improvisada, uma performance acidental em um cenário improvável. O som ressonante preenchia o banheiro com uma melodia única, uma mistura de humor e desespero que parecia ecoar nas próprias paredes.

— Pelo menos estou fazendo música no banheiro!

Enquanto contemplava essa ironia, uma sensação de leveza se instalou em seu coração pesado, como se por um momento ele pudesse transcender sua situação e encontrar algum conforto na absurdidade de tudo. Era como se, ao encontrar humor em meio ao caos, ele pudesse encontrar uma pequena brecha na armadura de sua própria angústia.

A breve pausa de alívio foi interrompida abruptamente pela volta da dor lancinante, um lembrete implacável de que a batalha ainda não estava ganha. Felipe sentiu como se seu corpo estivesse sendo dilacerado pela agonia, cada músculo tenso e cada nervo pulsando com intensidade agonizante. Com um gemido abafado, ele se forçou a continuar, cada respiração acompanhada pelo esforço exaustivo de sua luta solitária. Cada momento parecia uma eternidade, cada movimento uma batalha árdua contra as forças implacáveis da natureza.

— Sai de mim, praga! — O fedor opressivo do banheiro continua a pairar no ar, uma lembrança constante de seu sofrimento. Cada respiração é uma tortura, cada segundo parece uma eternidade enquanto ele enfrenta mais uma vez o desafio diante de si. Com uma determinação renovada, mas também com uma sensação de exaustão avassaladora, Felipe se prepara para o que está por vir. Seus pensamentos estão turvos, sua mente nublada pela dor e pelo desconforto, mas ele sabe que não pode desistir agora.

            A dor reverberava em cada fibra de seu ser, seu corpo clamando por misericórdia enquanto ele se recusava a ceder ao desespero. Cada músculo estava tenso, cada grama de sua força concentrada em um objetivo único: libertar-se do jugo opressivo de sua constipação.

Ele fez força, mais força, e ainda mais força, como se sua vida dependesse disso. Cada suspiro era um lamento de angústia, cada gota de suor uma prova de sua determinação incansável. Ele se sentia como se estivesse em uma maratona, correndo contra o tempo e contra todas as probabilidades. E então, finalmente, ele sentiu. Um tremor sutil, quase imperceptível no início, mas logo se intensificando em uma sensação avassaladora de alívio. Seu corpo se contorceu em uma mistura de dor e êxtase, uma cacofonia de sensações conflitantes que o deixaram tonto de excitação.

Com um misto de determinação e constrangimento, Felipe encorajava a si mesmo, seus pensamentos mergulhados em uma mistura tumultuada de alívio e embaraço. Cada momento era uma batalha, cada suspiro um lembrete doloroso de sua própria vulnerabilidade. Mas ele se recusava a ceder ao desespero, sua determinação inabalável como uma chama ardente em meio à escuridão. Com um esforço hercúleo, ele continuou a se esforçar, agarrando-se ao apoio da cabine como se fosse sua última âncora de esperança. Cada movimento era uma prova de sua força de vontade, cada gemido uma expressão visceral de sua luta solitária.

Os cocôs eram grandes, tão grandes que quase pareciam uma montanha intransponível diante dele. Mas Felipe não recuou, não desistiu. Ele se concentrou em seu objetivo final, seu único pensamento sendo libertar-se do jugo opressivo de sua constipação. Com cada esforço, ele sentia o progresso, mesmo que fosse lento e doloroso. Cada centímetro ganho era uma vitória conquistada com sangue, suor e muita determinação. E mesmo que gemidos de angústia escapavam de seus lábios, ele continuava, seu espírito inabalável em sua busca pela liberdade.

— Vai, Felipe! — Ele encorajava a si mesmo no meio de todo aquele tormento. — Você consegue!

Tal autoconsolo era um lembrete constante de seu compromisso consigo mesmo, uma promessa solene de que não desistiria, não importava o quão difícil fosse. E assim, ele persistiu, seu corpo tenso com o esforço, sua mente focada apenas na meta final.

— Estou quase lá. — Felipe interrompeu por alguns segundos o esforço para respirar. Sua respiração estava ofegante, como se estivesse ficado submerso em uma piscina por quase dois minutos. Então, com gemidos, ele continuou: — Só mais um pouquinho!

Seus músculos queimavam, sua respiração ofegante, mas ele continuava, cada movimento impulsionado pela determinação de um lutador em sua última batalha. Como se estivesse passando por um parto, Felipe travou uma batalha hercúlea que parecia durar uma eternidade, embora tenham sido apenas quatro minutos. Cada momento foi uma provação, cada esforço uma demonstração de sua força interior. Ele lutou contra a dor, contra o constrangimento, contra todas as probabilidades, determinado a superar a constipação que o aprisionava.

Com um gemido de dor misturado com um suspiro de alívio, Felipe sente o enorme cocô finalmente deslizar para fora de seu ânus. Cada centímetro pareceu uma eternidade, cada momento uma tortura enquanto ele lutava para expulsar o intruso de seu interior. Ele respirou fortemente com os olhos fechados. O primeiro sinal de alívio havia chegado. Ele olhou por entre as pernas e o viu ali, grande, completamente seco. Uma criatura torturadora que parecia um meteorito saindo dele. Ele se preparou para o próximo, ciente que se o primeiro já saiu, os outros dois serão menos difíceis.

— Isso... está... quase acabando! Só mais um pouco!

Cada movimento é uma agonia, cada contração de seus músculos um esforço supremo enquanto ele luta para se libertar do fardo que o aflige. As lágrimas escorrem por seu rosto, uma mistura de dor, alívio e exaustão. Cada respiração é um esforço, cada momento uma batalha contra o desconforto avassalador que o consome por dentro. O segundo cocô saiu. Demorou cerca de três minutos: um minuto a menos que o anterior.

Com um gemido profundo, ele se concentra em reunir suas últimas reservas de força, determinado a superar esse último obstáculo. Cada respiração é um fardo, cada movimento uma tortura, mas ele se recusa a desistir. A esperança arde dentro dele, uma chama frágil que se recusa a ser extinta.

— Só mais um... — Ele murmura para si mesmo, suas palavras um sussurro frágil no ar pesado do banheiro. Cada momento parece uma eternidade, cada segundo uma tortura implacável enquanto ele luta para expulsar o último vestígio de sua provação. Seu corpo treme de esforço, suas mãos tremem com a tensão enquanto ele se agarra ao último fio de esperança. Cada músculo está tenso, cada nervo está à beira do colapso, mas ele se mantém firme, determinado a alcançar a vitória final.

O último coco se aproxima lentamente, como se estivesse relutante em deixar o corpo de Felipe. Cada centímetro parece uma eternidade, e Felipe sente como se estivesse à beira do abismo, lutando para se manter firme enquanto enfrenta sua última provação. Cada parte de seu ser está imersa nesse momento, sua mente e seu corpo unidos em um objetivo comum - libertar-se do tormento que o consumiu por tanto tempo.

            E então, com um último suspiro de alívio e um gemido de triunfo, Felipe finalmente consegue dar à luz o último coco. Uma mistura de dor e alívio inunda seu ser enquanto ele se afunda em uma exaustão profunda, sua jornada finalmente chegando ao fim. Mas mesmo no momento de sua libertação, ele sabe que a batalha deixou suas marcas, que as cicatrizes permanecerão como testemunhas silenciosas de sua luta heroica contra a constipação implacável. Um gemido de prazer em tom baixo ecoa pela cabine. Felipe finalmente havia dado à luz aos seus torturadores.

            — Eu consegui! — ele exclama, suas palavras carregadas de uma mistura de exaustão, alívio e triunfo. Cada célula de seu ser está vibrando com a intensidade da experiência, enquanto ele se entrega ao êxtase do momento. As lágrimas começam a escorrer pelo rosto de Felipe, uma mistura de dor, gratidão e pura emoção. Ele mal consegue acreditar que finalmente conseguiu superar essa provação, e uma onda de alívio avassaladora o envolve enquanto ele se permite relaxar pela primeira vez em horas intermináveis de sofrimento.

            Ofegante e trêmulo, ele começa a balançar sua camisa branca para tentar mitigar o calor de seu corpo ocasionado pelo esforço enquanto deixa tudo desabar sobre ele. Cada músculo está exausto, cada fibra de seu ser sentindo o peso do que acabou de acontecer. Mas, apesar de tudo, há uma sensação de triunfo, de realização indescritível, que o envolve enquanto ele finalmente se permite respirar fundo e saborear a doce vitória sobre a constipação que o consumiu por tanto tempo.

            — Obrigado, obrigado, obrigado!

            havia uma sensação de gratidão que permeava sua alma, uma gratidão por ter superado um desafio tão difícil. E, enquanto o constrangimento persistia, ele sabia que, no final das contas, essa experiência o tornaria mais forte, mais resiliente.

            — Acabou! Eu sobrevivi! Acabou! Ahhh!

            Felipe sentiu um misto de emoções. O alívio por superar a constipação era inegável, mas o constrangimento pela situação em que se encontrava ainda o consumia. Todas as cenas de perrengue passavam em sua cabeça, atormentando-o, enquanto ele tentava se reerguer emocionalmente. Apesar de isso ter lhe deixado sem graça, ele percebeu que a cãibra de sua perna já havia passado e a sua perna dormente também já havia melhorado. Felipe ficou feliz ao perceber esses pequenos sinais de recuperação, uma indicação de que tudo ficaria bem no final. Finalmente, depois de ter ficado tanto tempo de cócoras, uma posição extremamente desconfortável para ele, que não estava acostumado e que evacuara assim pela primeira vez, decidiu se levantar. Ao se erguer lentamente, sentiu a rigidez em seus músculos protestarem contra o movimento após tanto tempo na mesma posição.

            Felipe sentiu-se fortemente grato ao ficar de pé. Ele nunca imaginaria que algo tão corriqueiro tinha tanto valor. Ficar preso agachado com uma pedra colossal presa na sua bunda não é algo que as pessoas pensam que passarão a qualquer momento. Ele olhou para os três cocôs empilhados, agora uma prova física da batalha que acabara de travar. Uma sensação de triunfo e alívio o envolveu enquanto encarava suas conquistas com orgulho.

— Eu venci! — Murmurou para si mesmo, suas palavras ecoando no silêncio do banheiro. Era uma declaração simples, mas cheia de significado, um lembrete para si mesmo de que era capaz de superar qualquer desafio, por mais difícil que fosse. Cada cocô representava uma vitória sobre a adversidade, uma prova de sua força e resiliência diante das circunstâncias. Sentiu um sorriso tímido se formar em seus lábios enquanto refletia sobre a jornada que acabara de percorrer. Apesar de todo o desconforto e constrangimento, ele emergira vitorioso, pronto para enfrentar o que quer que o destino lhe reservasse a seguir.

Com o nariz franzido devido ao forte odor que preenche o ambiente, Felipe estende o pé até o botão da descarga e o aciona com um leve toque. O som da água jorrando ecoa pelo banheiro, acompanhado pelo ruído reconfortante da descarga sendo ativada.

— Vão para o inferno, suas desgraças! — Felipe resmunga, enquanto observa a água escoando pelo vaso sanitário, levando consigo os resquícios do desconforto e da vergonha que acabara de enfrentar. Ele respira fundo, tentando afastar da mente as lembranças angustiantes daquele momento e se concentrar no presente, na sensação de libertação que agora o envolve.

Após se deliciar com a liberdade que havia perdido por um tempo indeterminado, na mente de Felipe, um filme vívido começa a se desenrolar, retratando cada momento desde que ele adentrou o banheiro. Ele se vê diante dos corredores perdido com uma incontrolável vontade de defecar. Cada detalhe é nítido. Ele se lembra do momento em que sentiu o desconforto inicial, a leve pressão no estômago que logo se intensificou. A preocupação começou a crescer à medida que a dor se tornava mais aguda, mas ele tentou ignorá-la, atribuindo-a a uma simples indisposição passageira. Ao entrar no banheiro, a urgência se tornou insuportável, e ele se viu diante da cruel realidade de uma constipação iminente.

Cada passo até a cabine deixa-o mais consciente da sua vulnerabilidade, da sensação de estar à mercê de uma força invisível e implacável. No interior da cabine, ele se lembra vividamente da luta desesperada contra a constipação, dos gemidos de dor e das tentativas fracassadas de aliviar o desconforto. Cada instante é uma tortura, cada movimento é um lembrete do seu estado de impotência. A vergonha o envolve como um manto, sufocando-o com lembranças humilhantes e autodepreciativas. Ele se vê encurralado pela sua própria condição, incapaz de escapar do ciclo interminável de dor e constrangimento. Mesmo agora, enquanto se recupera lentamente da provação, o peso da vergonha continua a pesar sobre ele, lembrando-o de sua fragilidade e vulnerabilidade diante das forças da natureza e do destino.

Cada momento de sua luta solitária contra a constipação veio à tona, como flashes vívidos em sua mente torturada. Ele se viu de cócoras no chão frio, os músculos tensos de esforço, o rosto contorcido em agonia enquanto lutava contra o inimigo implacável dentro de si mesmo. Cada tentativa fracassada de encontrar alívio, cada suspiro de frustração, era como um golpe em seu orgulho já ferido, uma lembrança dolorosa de sua própria fraqueza. O constrangimento o envolvia como um manto sombrio, apertando seu peito e sufocando sua esperança. Cada lembrança vergonhosa o atingia como um golpe físico, arrancando-lhe o fôlego e fazendo-o questionar sua própria sanidade. Ele se sentia pequeno e indefeso diante da magnitude de sua humilhação, uma vítima impotente de suas próprias circunstâncias.

Numa voz rouca e baixa, quase um sussurro para si mesmo, Felipe pronunciou as palavras que ecoavam em sua mente atormentada:

— Se isso foi um castigo, então fui muito bem castigado! — Cada sílaba carregava consigo o peso de sua própria ironia, uma reflexão sombria sobre a provação que havia enfrentado. Ele se sentia como se estivesse sendo julgado por seus próprios demônios, condenado à humilhação e ao sofrimento como punição por seus próprios pecados. O eco de suas palavras reverberou no silêncio do banheiro, uma declaração solene de sua própria resignação. — Juro que não sei o que fiz para merecer isso, mas aprendi a lição. — Não havia remorso em sua voz, apenas uma aceitação resignada do destino que lhe fora imposto. Ele se sentia como um penitente diante de um altar invisível, pronto para pagar o preço por seus próprios erros e transgressões.

Após voltar a se deliciar com sua vitória naquela batalha corporal consigo mesmo, Felipe deixou-se levar por um momento de triunfo. No entanto, sua alegria foi rapidamente substituída por uma preocupação persistente. Ele sentia que estava se esquecendo de alguma coisa. Foi quando percebeu do que se trava:

— Ah, o papel higiênico. Mais um item pra minha desgraça!

Uma sensação de desconforto começou a se insinuar em seu peito, misturando-se com a euforia anterior. Ele novamente vasculhou a cabine em busca do objeto essencial, mas suas esperanças logo se desvaneceram quando percebeu que não havia sequer um rolo vazio ou folhas desgastadas no chão. Uma onda de frustração o atingiu enquanto ele lutava para lidar com a realidade de sua situação. A vitória parecia menos doce agora, ofuscada pela necessidade urgente que o confrontava.

Ele se viu diante de um dilema desconcertante: como resolveria esse problema sem o recurso essencial? Sua mente corria freneticamente em busca de soluções, mas cada pensamento só aumentava sua sensação de desamparo. Sentiu o pânico começar a se infiltrar em suas veias enquanto lutava para encontrar uma saída dessa situação cada vez mais desesperadora.

O desespero começou a se instalar, e Felipe sentiu o tempo passar de maneira angustiante enquanto tentava desesperadamente encontrar uma solução. Cada segundo que passava era uma eternidade, e a sensação de urgência só aumentava.

Enquanto lutava contra o desespero crescente, uma ideia começou a se formar em sua mente. Era arriscada e improvável, mas parecia ser sua única esperança. Com um suspiro resignado, ele se preparou mentalmente para o que viria a seguir. Com os shorts desajeitadamente abaixados pelos joelhos e o coração no peito, ele saiu da cabine e olhou em volta, verificando se estava sozinho no banheiro. Sua respiração estava acelerada, seu coração batendo forte no peito enquanto se preparava para agir.

Felipe se aproximou das cabines trancadas com uma sensação de urgência e ansiedade. Ele podia sentir o suor frio formando-se em sua testa enquanto sua mente corria a mil por hora, imaginando o pior cenário possível.

— Por favor, que ninguém entre aqui agora! — Sussurrou ele para si mesmo, sua voz tremendo com a intensidade de sua agonia. — Eu não posso ser pego assim!

O medo o consumia enquanto ele imaginava o constrangimento de ser pego em uma situação tão vulnerável, como um avestruz de cabeça enterrada, com sua bunda totalmente exposta. Ele se sentia exposto, nu diante do mundo, e a ideia de alguém o vendo assim era quase insuportável. Com o coração batendo descontroladamente no peito, ele finalmente se obrigou a olhar por baixo das cabines, uma mistura de esperança e medo se misturando em seu peito. O alívio inundou-o quando viu que o caminho estava livre, mas o constrangimento persistiu, pesando em sua consciência como uma âncora. Com passos lentos e incertos, ele voltou para a cabine, sua mente girando com possíveis soluções.

Com um suspiro pesado de resignação, Felipe voltou para a cabine, os ombros curvados sob o peso da desilusão. A ausência de papel higiênico era apenas mais um revés em sua jornada tortuosa naquele banheiro desconhecido. Cada passo parecia mais difícil do que o anterior, carregado com a frustração de mais um obstáculo em seu caminho para a liberdade.

Ele se sentia perdido, preso em um labirinto de desconforto e constrangimento. Cada fracasso o empurrava mais fundo na espiral de desespero, deixando-o afundando em um abismo de desânimo. Com um suspiro pesado, ele se recostou na parede da cabine, os olhos fechados em uma tentativa vã de escapar da realidade sombria que o cercava. Mas não havia escapatória, apenas a dolorosa realidade de sua situação desesperadora.

Envolto em sua própria miséria, Felipe sentiu-se como se estivesse afundando em um mar de desespero, as ondas de angústia ameaçando engoli-lo a cada momento. Ele se agarrou à esperança frágil de que, de alguma forma, encontraria uma maneira de superar essa provação humilhante. Mas, por enquanto, ele estava sozinho, lutando contra as correntes implacáveis da adversidade.

Um silêncio pesado pairava sobre o banheiro, que agora parecia uma câmara de tortura para Felipe. Cada lembrança vergonhosa ecoava em sua mente como um eco sinistro, arrastando-o de volta para os momentos de constrangimento puro que ele vivenciou enquanto lutava contra seus problemas intestinais. Cada imagem, cada sensação, cada suspiro angustiado parecia se manifestar diante de seus olhos, como se o passado estivesse se desdobrando diante dele em uma exibição cruel.

O constrangimento de Felipe parecia se intensificar a cada segundo que passava, como uma sombra escura que o envolvia, sufocando-o lentamente. Cada pensamento, cada lembrança das últimas horas, era como um punhal afiado que perfurava sua alma, deixando-o vulnerável e exposto diante de sua própria vergonha. Ele sentia como se cada olhar invisível, cada palavra não dita ecoando nas paredes do banheiro, fosse um julgamento silencioso de seu fracasso. Era como se o próprio banheiro, com seus azulejos frios e suas cabines trancadas, fosse um tribunal implacável, condenando-o por sua própria fraqueza e inadequação.

Cada respiração era um suspiro pesado de desespero, cada batida do coração uma lembrança dolorosa de sua própria impotência. Ele se sentia como se estivesse encolhendo sob o peso de sua própria vergonha, como se estivesse afundando em um abismo de autocondenação. E no meio desse redemoinho de emoções tumultuadas, Felipe lutava para encontrar uma centelha de esperança, uma razão para continuar lutando contra o tsunami de constrangimento que ameaçava engoli-lo inteiro. Mas, por mais que tentasse, a sombra escura do constrangimento parecia envolvê-lo cada vez mais apertado, ameaçando sufocar qualquer resquício de coragem ou autoestima que restasse. Os pensamentos de Felipe se emaranhavam em uma teia de dúvidas e incertezas, cada pergunta ecoando em sua mente como um eco sinistro. Ele se via diante de um tribunal interno, onde sua própria consciência era o juiz implacável, pronto para emitir um veredicto cruel sobre sua própria moralidade.

— Será que mereço isso? — Questionou-se, suas palavras ecoando no silêncio sufocante do banheiro. O som era quase ensurdecedor em sua solidão, um lembrete constante de sua luta solitária contra os demônios internos que o assombravam.

Revirando sua memória em busca de respostas, ele não conseguia encontrar nenhum ato maligno ou erro flagrante que justificasse tamanha tormenta. Cada lembrança de sua vida no Brasil, cada rosto familiar, cada momento de felicidade e tristeza, não revelava nada além de um homem comum, enfrentando os desafios da vida como qualquer outro.

— O que eu fiz para merecer isso? — Indagou ele, suas palavras carregadas de angústia e incerteza. Ele se sentia como se estivesse preso em um pesadelo interminável, lutando para encontrar uma saída em meio à escuridão que o cercava. A apreensão crescia em seu peito, uma ansiedade sufocante que ameaçava engolfá-lo por completo. Ele se sentia perdido em um labirinto de autoquestionamento, onde cada caminho levava a uma nova espiral de dúvida e confusão.

Com um novo sentido de determinação, Felipe voltou sua atenção para o problema mais imediato em suas mãos: a falta de papel higiênico. Ele se obrigou a se concentrar na tarefa em questão, afastando momentaneamente as preocupações e reflexões que o haviam consumido até então. Afinal, ainda havia um desafio prático a ser enfrentado, e ele estava determinado a superá-lo, não importa o quê.

Seus olhos verdes percorriam cada canto da pequena cabine em busca de uma solução para seu dilema. O desespero se misturava com uma ponta de incredulidade diante da situação absurda em que se encontrava. Cada detalhe do ambiente agora parecia amplificado, destacando ainda mais a falta de opções. A ideia de usar uma de suas meias ou, até mesmo, sua cueca para se limpar parecia absurda, mas desesperadas situações pediam medidas desesperadas. Contudo, o pensamento de sacrificar uma peça de roupa para esse propósito era uma barreira que ele relutava em ultrapassar.

No entanto, suas esperanças foram rapidamente frustradas quando percebeu a ausência de uma lixeira na cabine. Foi então que ele se lembrou de um triste fato: no Japão, o papel higiênico é jogado diretamente no vaso, não no lixo como no Brasil, o que faria não ter necessidade alguma haver uma lixeira ali. A descoberta trouxe um vislumbre de esperança em meio à escuridão de sua situação, mas também o confrontou com a inevitabilidade do que estava por vir.

— Ótimo, mais um obstáculo!

Com um novo senso de propósito, Felipe respirou fundo e se preparou para lidar com a situação da melhor maneira possível. Mesmo diante das adversidades, ele se recusou a sucumbir ao desespero, optando por enfrentar o desafio de frente, com coragem e determinação. Primeiro, ele decidiu verificar cuidadosamente os bolsos de sua roupa em busca de qualquer recurso que pudesse usar. No entanto, sua busca revelou apenas um resultado desanimador: os bolsos estavam vazios, não havia nada que pudesse ajudá-lo em sua tarefa.

— Que droga! — A sensação de impotência retornava com força total, como uma onda que ameaçava engoli-lo a qualquer momento.

Com determinação renovada, ele voltou sua atenção para os próprios shorts, buscando alguma alternativa que pudesse ajudá-lo a resolver seu problema. Ele examinou cada detalhe do tecido, procurando por qualquer sinal de esperança que pudesse encontrar. Foi então que seus olhos se fixaram em algo que havia passado despercebido anteriormente: uma pequena etiqueta de pano costurada na parte interna da cintura dos shorts. Com um brilho de esperança nos olhos, Felipe puxou delicadamente a etiqueta, revelando um pequeno pedaço de tecido que havia sido cuidadosamente costurado ali.

— Acho... acho que isso pode funcionar!

Com cuidado, ele rasgou o pedaço de tecido da etiqueta, transformando-o em um improvisado substituto para o papel higiênico. Era uma solução simples, mas naquele momento, era tudo o que ele tinha. Com o substituto improvisado em mãos, Felipe respirou fundo e se preparou para enfrentar o desafio que tinha pela frente. Ele sabia que não seria fácil, mas estava determinado a superar mais essa adversidade e sair dessa situação com a cabeça erguida. Era hora de colocar seu plano em ação e seguir em frente, passo a passo, até que seu problema fosse resolvido.

Com a improvisação em mãos, Felipe sentiu uma mistura avassaladora de constrangimento e vergonha. A ideia de usar um pedaço de tecido rasgado como substituto para o papel higiênico parecia ridícula e embaraçosa, mas ele não tinha escolha a não ser seguir adiante com seu plano. Cada movimento era acompanhado por uma sensação de desconforto, como se o mundo inteiro estivesse observando seus passos e julgando suas ações. Ele se sentia exposto, vulnerável diante de sua própria situação desesperadora. Com mãos trêmulas, Felipe se preparou para executar a tarefa que tinha pela frente, tentando bloquear os pensamentos negativos que ameaçavam dominar sua mente. Ele se forçou a se concentrar no presente, na tarefa imediata que precisava ser realizada, ignorando os olhares imaginários que sentia sobre si.

— Vai, Felipe! você consegue fazer isso! — Sussurrou ele para si mesmo, tentando se encorajar. Cada movimento era um desafio, cada gesto uma batalha contra a vergonha e o constrangimento que ameaçavam consumi-lo por completo. Com determinação obstinada, Felipe avançou passo a passo, enfrentando seus medos e inseguranças com coragem e resiliência. Ele sabia que não seria fácil, mas estava determinado a superar mais esse obstáculo em seu caminho.

E assim, com determinação e força de vontade, Felipe enfrentou o desafio que tinha pela frente, cada passo mais difícil do que o anterior. Ele se recusou a desistir, mesmo quando tudo parecia perdido, e encontrou forças dentro de si que nem sabia que possuía. Respirando fundo para acalmar seus nervos, ele dobrou a etiqueta cuidadosamente, tentando evitar pensar demais no que estava prestes a fazer. Cada movimento era lento e deliberado, como se estivesse tentando adiar o inevitável por mais tempo.

— Não acredito que estou fazendo isso!

Finalmente, com a etiqueta devidamente dobrada, Felipe se preparou para usar o improvisado substituto para o papel higiênico. Ele se obrigou a não pensar nas possíveis consequências de sua ação, focando apenas na tarefa imediata que precisava ser realizada.

— É só mais uma coisa para a lista de momentos estranhos da minha vida!

Com um suspiro resignado, ele se inclinou, tentando encontrar a melhor posição para executar sua tarefa. Cada momento era uma luta contra a vergonha e o constrangimento que ameaçavam dominá-lo, mas ele se recusou a desistir.

— Vou me lembrar disso pelo resto da minha vida! — murmurou com palavras carregadas de resignação.

Com mãos trêmulas, ele pressionou a etiqueta contra sua pele, tentando ser o mais gentil possível para evitar qualquer desconforto adicional. Cada movimento era acompanhado por uma sensação de incerteza e insegurança, mas ele se obrigou a continuar. Ele se esforçou para não pensar no que estava fazendo, concentrando-se apenas na tarefa árdua de se limpar da melhor maneira possível dadas as circunstâncias. Cada toque da etiqueta em sua pele era uma lembrança dolorosa da sua falta de sorte e do constrangimento que estava enfrentando. No entanto, ele sabe que não tem outra opção senão seguir em frente e tentar resolver a situação da melhor forma que pode.

Finalmente, quando tudo estava dito e feito, Felipe sentiu um misto de alívio e embaraço. Ele olhou para a etiqueta agora suja em suas mãos, uma lembrança vívida de sua luta solitária contra a constipação. O rosto de Felipe se contorce em uma expressão de repulsa ao olhar para ela, lembrando-se do que acabou de fazer. Com um gesto rápido e decisivo, ele joga a etiqueta no vaso sanitário.

— Espero nunca mais precisar fazer isso de novo! — Ele pensou consigo mesmo, desejando que essa experiência pudesse ser apagada de sua memória para sempre, algo que ele mesmo sabia que era impossível. Felipe permaneceu imóvel por um momento, absorvendo a magnitude da situação em que se encontrava. — Espero que meus amigos nunca saibam disso. Eles vão pensar que sou estranho! — A sensação de constrangimento ainda pairava sobre ele, pesada como uma nuvem escura em um dia de chuva. Ele sabia que aquela seria uma história difícil de esquecer, uma lembrança que o assombraria por um bom tempo.

Com um suspiro pesaroso, ele se endireitou lentamente, sentindo a rigidez em seus músculos como um lembrete físico de toda a agonia que havia passado. Cada movimento era uma luta contra a dor e o desconforto, mas ele se recusava a desistir. Com um último olhar para a etiqueta agora suja no vaso sanitário, Felipe tomou uma decisão. Ele não permitiria que aquela experiência definisse quem ele era ou o que era capaz de conquistar. Era hora de deixar o passado para trás e seguir em frente, rumo a um futuro cheio de possibilidades e oportunidades. Ele levantou seu short, que sacudiu devido à leveza do tecido, e pressionou a descarga com o pé, assistindo a etiqueta deslizar pela água e desaparecer para sempre.

Com um movimento hesitante, ele girou a maçaneta da porta e deu um passo para fora da cabine, lavou as mãos e se olhou no espelho: o reflexo da miséria, da vergonha, do desgosto. Ele balançou a cabeça enquanto dava pequenos tapas em seu rosto para voltar a realidade e saiu do banheiro. O corredor estava vazio, o som abafado dos risos e conversas vindas de outras salas ecoava pelo ambiente. Felipe respirou fundo, tentando reunir coragem para enfrentar o mundo lá fora. Ele sabia que não seria fácil, mas estava determinado a não deixar que aquela experiência o definisse. Ele era mais forte do que isso, e estava determinado a provar isso para si mesmo e para os outros.

Com passos firmes, ele atravessou o corredor, sua mente repleta de pensamentos e emoções conflitantes. Ele sabia que a jornada pela frente seria difícil, mas estava determinado a enfrentá-la de cabeça erguida, pronto para enfrentar qualquer desafio que viesse em seu caminho. Enquanto caminhava pelo corredor, Felipe sentia o peso do constrangimento ainda sobre seus ombros, como se carregasse uma mochila cheia de vergonha. Cada olhar que recebia dos alunos parecia penetrar fundo em sua alma, como se pudesse ler todos os seus pensamentos e emoções.

— Será que eles sabem? — Perguntou-se em silêncio, sua voz interna ecoando com incerteza. — Será que eles conseguem ver através de mim, ver o que aconteceu lá dentro do banheiro?

Ele tentou manter a compostura, tentando parecer tão normal quanto possível, mas por dentro estava uma bagunça de emoções. A vergonha que sentia era como uma nuvem escura pairando sobre sua cabeça, obscurecendo qualquer raio de esperança ou confiança.

Felipe se aproximou da quadra com passos rápidos, seu coração batendo um pouco mais rápido do que o normal. Ele esperava que sua aparência não traísse o desconforto que sentia por dentro. Ao se aproximar, viu Kaito e Akimiro sentados no banco próximo à entrada, conversando animadamente. Com um sorriso forçado no rosto, Felipe se aproximou dos amigos.

— E aí, pessoal! — Ele cumprimentou, tentando soar o mais casual possível, tentando disfarçar sua agitação, forçando um sorriso. — Voltei!

Kaito e Akimiro se olham diante da chegada repentina de Felipe.

— Felipe? Por onde você se meteu, cara? — Perguntou Akimiro, com voz de preocupação.

— Você saiu correndo daqui sem dar explicação nenhuma! Aconteceu alguma coisa?

Felipe olhava para os lados, tentando encontrar uma resposta convincente para dar aos amigos, que acabou não vindo. Logo, ele apelou para a justificativa mais genérica possível:

— Sim, estou bem. Eu só... só tive... só tive um problema aí, mas já está tudo certo, não se preocupem! — Felipe finalizou sua resposta com um sorriso forçado.

Kaito arqueou uma sobrancelha, enquanto Akimiro parecia confuso.

— Problema? O que aconteceu? — Perguntou Kaito, sua expressão revelando uma mistura de curiosidade e preocupação.

Felipe engoliu em seco, tentando encontrar uma desculpa plausível.

— Ah, nada sério! — respondeu, sua voz soando um pouco estrangulada. — Só... tive que resolver algumas coisas.

Akimiro franziu o cenho, claramente desconfiado.

— Tem certeza que você está bem, Felipe? Você está mais pálido do que quando saiu daqui! Não que você já não seja naturalmente, mas nesse nível aí já é demais. — Observou ele, seu olhar penetrante sondando Felipe em busca de qualquer sinal de fraqueza.

Felipe engoliu em seco novamente, lutando para manter sua compostura.

— Estou bem, sério. — Ele forçou um sorriso, esperando que seus amigos não percebessem a tensão em sua voz. Felipe olhou rapidamente ao redor, observando os outros garotos guardando suas coisas e se preparando para sair. Sem entender, ele se virou para os amigos: — O que aconteceu? Por que todos estão indo embora? A aula foi cancelada?

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares confusos antes de Kaito responder:

— A aula já acabou, cara. Faz uns quinze minutos.

Felipe ficou chocado com a notícia, sua mente correndo para entender como ele poderia ter perdido tanto tempo.

— O quê? Como assim?

Kaito e Akimiro observaram Felipe com expressões inquisitivas enquanto ele se aproximava, e assim que ele começou a falar, os dois amigos trocaram olhares preocupados.

— Por que a surpresa? Era o óbvio depois de ter saído correndo sem dizer nada e sumir todo esse tempo. Onde você estava, cara? — Perguntou Akimiro, com um tom de incredulidade em sua voz.

Felipe engoliu em seco, tentando formular uma resposta que não revelasse o verdadeiro motivo de sua ausência prolongada.

— Ah, eu... estava na biblioteca. — Respondeu ele rapidamente, seu tom um tanto hesitante.

Akimiro arqueou uma sobrancelha, claramente cético, enquanto Kaito não conteve um sorriso irônico quando Felipe mencionou a biblioteca como desculpa para sua ausência.

— Ah, sério? A aula de Educação Física agora é na biblioteca? Não sabia que estávamos mudando de ambiente tão drasticamente — Disse ele, sua voz tingida de sarcasmo.

Felipe sentiu um rubor de constrangimento subir pelo seu rosto quando percebeu o absurdo de sua mentira sendo destacado tão claramente por Kaito. Ele engoliu em seco, tentando se recompor enquanto lutava para manter sua fachada de normalidade diante dos olhares críticos de seus amigos. Sentindo-se cada vez mais acuado diante das persistentes perguntas de Kaito e Akimiro, Felipe tentou desesperadamente retificar sua mentira inicial sobre estar na biblioteca. Com um lampejo de inspiração, ele sugeriu rapidamente:

— Bem, na verdade... Eu estava na biblioteca, mas só porque eu precisava pegar um livro antes que ela fechasse. — Disse ele, suas palavras saindo apressadas em uma tentativa de justificar sua ausência. — Mas aí eu acabei me distraindo, sabe como é... —, acrescentou, sua voz vacilante refletindo seu nervosismo crescente.

No entanto, antes que pudesse elaborar mais sobre sua improvável desculpa, Kaito e Akimiro continuaram com suas perguntas incisivas, deixando Felipe ainda mais desconfortável e propenso a se embaraçar em suas próprias mentiras. Ele sentiu um suor frio percorrer sua espinha enquanto lutava para manter a compostura diante do intenso escrutínio de seus amigos.

— Então, onde está esse livro que você tanto queria pegar? — Perguntou Kaito, seu olhar fixo em Felipe, como se tentasse penetrar nas camadas de sua mentira. — Porque pelo que bem vejo, não tem nenhum livro com você.

Felipe sentiu um nó se formar em sua garganta enquanto buscava freneticamente por uma desculpa convincente. Seu coração batia forte em seu peito, o som ecoando em seus ouvidos como um lembrete constante de sua crescente ansiedade.

— Ahn, o livro... Bem, você sabe, eu... Eu acabei não encontrando exatamente o que estava procurando. — Respondeu Felipe, sua voz trêmula enquanto ele lutava para manter a compostura. — É que... eu estava tentando encontrar um livro específico, mas parece que ele estava emprestado ou algo assim...

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares significativos, claramente céticos em relação à história de Felipe.

— E qual era o título desse livro 'específico' que você estava procurando? — Perguntou Akimiro, sua voz carregada de desconfiança. — Quem sabe nós podemos te ajudar a procurar.

Felipe sentiu o suor frio escorrendo por sua testa enquanto tentava pensar em uma resposta que pudesse satisfazer seus amigos sem revelar demais.

— Oh, era... hum... 'As Crônicas Perdidas da Antiguidade'! — Respondeu ele, suas palavras saindo apressadas em um último esforço para sustentar sua mentira.

Akimiro cruzou os braços, olhando diretamente nos olhos de Felipe com uma expressão séria.

— Você teve a manhã inteira para pegar esse suposto livro na biblioteca, Felipe. — Ele disse, com um tom de desconfiança evidente em sua voz. — Além disso, lembra que nós te mostramos a biblioteca logo cedo? Por que você não pegou o livro naquela hora? Isso simplesmente não faz sentido.

Felipe engoliu em seco, sentindo-se cada vez mais acuado pelas perguntas incessantes de seus amigos. Ele tropeçou nas palavras, tentando inventar uma desculpa convincente, mas sua mente parecia uma confusão de mentiras e verdades distorcidas.

Felipe sentiu o peso das palavras de Akimiro como uma acusação silenciosa, uma pressão implacável que o deixou ainda mais desconfortável. Ele sabia que não podia continuar se esquivando das perguntas de seus amigos, mas a ideia de admitir a verdade era avassaladora.

— Bem, é que... — começou Felipe, sua voz vacilante enquanto ele lutava para encontrar uma desculpa plausível. — Eu, hum, queria dar uma olhada em alguns outros livros primeiro, antes de me decidir. E... E acabei me distraindo, vocês sabem como é.

Suas palavras saíram em um fluxo apressado, suas mãos suando enquanto ele lutava para manter o semblante sereno. No entanto, era evidente que sua explicação estava longe de ser convincente.

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares significativos, como se compartilhassem um entendimento silencioso. Eles sabiam que algo não estava certo, e estavam determinados a descobrir a verdade.

— Interessante... — murmurou Kaito, seu tom casual contrastando com a intensidade de seu olhar. — E você não achou estranho que, de repente, o tempo passou tão rápido assim?

Akimiro assentiu em concordância, seus braços ainda cruzados enquanto ele observava Felipe com uma expressão séria.

O coração de Felipe batia descompassado enquanto ele lutava para manter sua história em pé diante do olhar penetrante de seus amigos. Cada pergunta era como um soco no estômago, uma lembrança constante de sua própria culpa e vergonha. Ele sabia que não podia mais fugir da verdade, mas admitir sua fraqueza era quase insuportável.

— Bem, é que... — começou ele, sua voz vacilante enquanto tentava articular uma desculpa plausível. — Eu... eu acabei me distraindo com... com algumas anotações que encontrei, sabe? E... e quando percebi, o tempo tinha voado.

— Aham, anotações... — murmurou Kaito, um sorriso irônico brincando em seus lábios. — Interessante, porque eu não vi nenhum caderno ou papel quando você chegou aqui.

Felipe sentiu um calafrio percorrer sua espinha, sua mente correndo em busca de uma resposta que pudesse satisfazer seus amigos.

— Bem, é que... — ele começou novamente, sua voz soando mais fraca agora. — Eu... eu deixei as anotações no armário da sala, para não carregar peso extra até aqui.

Akimiro cruzou os braços, um olhar incisivo fixo em Felipe.

— Mas e quanto ao fato de que nós passamos pelo corredor quando fomos encher nossas garrafinhas de água e não te vimos em lugar nenhum? — ele questionou, sua voz fria e calculada. — Não é um pouco estranho que você estivesse 'procurando anotações' e a gente nem te visse?

Felipe engoliu em seco, sua mente girando em busca de uma saída. Ele sabia que não podia mais continuar mentindo, mas a ideia de admitir sua fraqueza era assustadora demais.

— É que... é que eu... eu tive que ir até a sala dos professores para pedir informações sobre o livro. — Ele gaguejou, suas palavras saindo em um fluxo apressado de desculpas. — E... e então eu me atrasei um pouco, sabe?

Kaito ergueu uma sobrancelha, seu olhar descrente não deixando espaço para dúvidas.

— E por que você não nos disse isso antes? — ele perguntou, seu tom de voz cético. — Parece que você está inventando desculpas conforme a gente te questiona.

Felipe sentiu um nó se formar em sua garganta, sua mente uma bagunça de medo e ansiedade. Ele sabia que não podia mais continuar com aquela farsa, mas a ideia de confessar sua fraqueza era quase insuportável. No entanto, Akimiro suspirou enquanto pegava sua mochila no chão, ao lado do banco.

— Tudo bem. Só avisa a gente da próxima vez. Você perdeu a oportunidade de conhecer o professor.

Felipe sentiu um misto de alívio e surpresa diante da resposta de Akimiro. Ele não esperava que a conversa tomasse esse rumo, e a simples ideia de ter escapado daquela situação constrangedora o deixou momentaneamente sem palavras. Respirando fundo, ele finalmente encontrou sua voz.

— Obrigado, Akimiro. Vou tomar mais cuidado e ser mais atento na próxima vez.

A sensação de alívio se espalhou por seu corpo, dissipando parte da ansiedade que o havia consumido momentos antes. Ele sabia que, mesmo que a situação ainda fosse desconfortável, pelo menos não precisaria mais ter que lutar para esconder a verdade de seus amigos.

O sol começava a se pôr no horizonte, tingindo o céu com tons de laranja e rosa enquanto os alunos saíam da escola. Kaito, Akimiro e Felipe caminhavam juntos pelo calçadão, quando Kaito teve uma ideia.

— Ei, pessoal, que tal irmos ao karaokê depois da aula?

Felipe olhou para o chão por um momento, sentindo o peso do cansaço que se acumulava ao longo do dia.

— Na verdade, estou cansado. Acho que prefiro ir para casa hoje. O primeiro dia de aula foi bem difícil para mim, e eu preciso descansar um pouco.

Kaito e Akimiro trocaram olhares preocupados, percebendo a expressão fatigada no rosto de Felipe.

— Tem certeza que está tudo bem, Felipe? — Perguntou Akimiro, com um perceptível tom de preocupação.

— Sim. — Felipe assentiu com a cabeça, tentando sorrir para tranquilizar seus amigos. — Está tudo bem. Só estou um pouco exausto. Mas não se preocupem comigo.

— Ok, se você diz. Mas se precisar de alguma coisa, é só chamar, certo?

— Claro, valeu mesmo. Mas eu vou ficar bem. Apenas preciso dormir um pouco!

— Entendido. Cuide-se, cara.

Felipe agradeceu aos amigos e se despediu, sentindo um misto de gratidão e frustração. Ele queria se juntar a eles na diversão, mas seu corpo clamava por descanso. Com um último aceno, ele seguiu seu caminho até em casa, ansioso por um pouco de tranquilidade e repouso.

Enquanto caminhava, Felipe sentia como se cada passo fosse mais pesado que o anterior, como se o fardo de sua própria vergonha estivesse amarrado em seus ombros. Cada vez que fechava os olhos, as imagens do banheiro retornavam em uma sucessão rápida e implacável, como se fosse um filme em sua mente, reproduzindo os momentos de agonia e desconforto. Ele podia sentir o suor frio brotando em sua testa, mesmo com a brisa suave da tarde acariciando seu rosto. Cada vez que sua mente se voltava para aquela situação humilhante, seu estômago se contorcia em um nó apertado de ansiedade e constrangimento.

Ele podia sentir novamente os terríveis e constrangedores momentos em que passou usando um vaso sanitário japonês, obrigando-o a adotar uma posição desconfortável e estranha. Cada movimento era uma luta contra a gravidade e contra seu próprio corpo, que parecia estar conspirando contra ele naquele momento de necessidade desesperada. A ausência de papel higiênico era como uma sentença de morte para sua dignidade, deixando-o vulnerável e indefeso diante de uma batalha que sabia que não poderia vencer facilmente. Ele se viu vasculhando desesperadamente todos os cantos da cabine e seus bolsos em busca de qualquer coisa que pudesse usar para se limpar, mas encontrou apenas o vazio frio da inevitabilidade.

Cada gemido de dor e esforço parecia ecoar pelas paredes apertadas da cabine, reverberando em seus ouvidos como um lembrete constante de sua própria fraqueza e humilhação. Cada vez que se contorcia em agonia, sentia como se estivesse perdendo um pouco mais de sua dignidade, uma peça de cada vez, até restar apenas um vazio insondável. E então veio em sua mente o momento em que cogitou usar suas próprias roupas para se limpar, uma decisão desesperada em um momento desesperado. Ele podia sentir a vergonha queimando em suas bochechas ao se lembrar do momento em que rasgava a etiqueta do seu short, resignando-se ao fato de que não havia outra opção. Cada movimento era uma tortura, cada respiração um lembrete doloroso de sua própria vulnerabilidade.

Com os olhos verdes, ainda úmidos pelas lágrimas que deixara escapar mais cedo, Felipe fechou-se em seu próprio mundo de reflexão e desafio. deixando-se afundar na escuridão que agora parecia envolvê-lo por completo. Uma sensação de impotência o dominava, como se estivesse preso em um labirinto de eventos inexplicáveis. As lembranças dos momentos difíceis no banheiro inundaram sua mente, cada imagem trazendo consigo uma onda de vergonha e constrangimento.

— Será que mereci passar por isso? — Indagou-se em silêncio, sua voz ecoando apenas em sua mente. Cada passo parecia pesar mais do que o normal, como se o peso de suas dúvidas e incertezas estivesse impregnado no ar ao seu redor. O sol poente tingia o céu com tons dourados, mas para Felipe, tudo parecia envolto em sombras de remorso e desconforto. — Se isso foi uma punição... —, murmurou para si mesmo, como se sua voz concretizasse seus sentimentos. — Então, eu realmente aprendi minha lição. Posso ter certeza que aprendi. Mesmo que não me lembre de ter feito algo ruim, talvez seja uma oportunidade para refletir sobre minhas ações passadas e buscar a redenção. — Cada lembrança da luta solitária no banheiro, a falta de papel higiênico, as dores físicas e emocionais, tudo isso ecoava em sua mente como um lembrete persistente de sua própria fragilidade. — Talvez essa seja uma chance de crescer, de me tornar uma pessoa melhor, continuou, sua voz agora mais firme, determinação tingindo suas palavras.

Ao longe, o som suave de uma melodia urbana preenchia o ar, trazendo consigo uma sensação fugaz de esperança.

— Sim —, murmurou finalmente, seus olhos verdes fixos no horizonte distante, — talvez haja luz no fim deste túnel após tudo.

Ele apertou o passo, decidido a enfrentar o que quer que o destino lhe reservasse, com a esperança renovada de que, no final, encontraria paz e redenção. Com determinação renovada, o jovem brasileiro desceu a rua em direção ao seu lar, consciente de todo o aprendizado que obteve naquela tarde turbulenta. Seus passos, antes pesados com o peso das dúvidas e do constrangimento, agora pareciam mais leves, impulsionados pela esperança de um novo começo. Enquanto o sol lentamente descia no horizonte, tingindo o céu com tons de laranja e rosa, Felipe sentia um novo sentido de propósito brotar dentro de si. Cada esquina, cada poste de luz que passava parecia sussurrar-lhe palavras de encorajamento, lembrando-lhe que, mesmo nos momentos mais sombrios, sempre há uma luz no fim do túnel.

Enquanto descia a rua, ele olhou para o céu ainda iluminado pela luz do entardecer, repleto de uma beleza tranquila e serena. Com um último suspiro de alívio, ele seguiu seu destino, ciente de que quando tudo está perdido sempre existe um outro caminho.

EPÍLOGO

Na quietude da noite, quando todos os ecos do dia se dissiparam, duas sombras se moviam como fantasmas pelos corredores da escola. Como furtivos ladrões da escuridão, deslizavam pela penumbra, suas formas se contorcendo sinuosamente, quase como serpentes à caça. Ao se aproximarem do banheiro, a tensão pairava no ar como uma nuvem de tempestade prestes a desabar. Com gestos precisos, uma das figuras suspeitas estendeu a mão e, com um movimento suave, girou a maçaneta da porta, como se estivesse abrindo a porta de um cofre. Enquanto isso, seu comparsa permanecia alerta, observando cada canto escuro como um guarda atento vigiando os portões de um castelo.

Um leve ranger ecoou pelo corredor, tão sutil quanto o sussurro do vento nas folhas das árvores. A porta do banheiro se abriu com um estalo abafado, quase inaudível, como se estivesse sussurrando segredos proibidos. Sem hesitação, os dois invasores adentraram o recinto, seus passos ecoando pelo chão frio como o eco de um tambor na noite silenciosa.

Dentro do banheiro, a escuridão reinava soberana, envolvendo tudo em seu manto sombrio. Mas os intrusos não vacilaram. Como exploradores destemidos em uma caverna escura, eles avançaram, determinados a desvendar os segredos ocultos nas sombras. Com um gesto rápido, um deles acendeu a luz, banindo a escuridão e revelando sua verdadeira identidade. Kaito e Akimiro, agora sem as máscaras que os ocultavam, trocaram olhares cúmplices, compartilhando a excitação de seu plano secreto. As mochilas foram depositadas no chão com um leve ruído, como o som de um suspiro escapando dos lábios de um conspirador. 

Kaito e Akimiro se entreolharam, compartilhando um riso cúmplice que ecoava pelo banheiro como o som de sinos de júbilo. Suas risadas eram como trovões distantes em uma noite tempestuosa, preenchendo o ar com uma energia contagiante.

— Ele realmente achou que poderia nos enrolar? — Riu Kaito, sacudindo a cabeça com incredulidade.

— É, é sério. — Akimiro complementou o sarcasmo do amigo, balançando a cabeça em descrença. — Como se a gente fosse acreditar que ele estava procurando um livro na biblioteca.

— É patético! — Kaito comentou, seus olhos brilhando com diversão. —  Nem mesmo os professores caem mais nessas histórias.

— Mas e essa última desculpa dele? — Akimiro questionou, sua expressão curiosa. — Dizer que estava cansado e queria ir para casa? Ele acha que somos idiotas?

Kaito soltou uma risada baixa.

— Ele é muito bestinha mesmo. Esses são os mais trouxas. — Kaito comentou, mostrando sua verdadeira opinião sobre o estrangeiro para quem passou o dia inteiro apresentando a escola com Akimiro e sendo sua companhia. Bom, vamos ao que interessa. — Kaito murmurou maquiavelicamente as palavras carregadas de determinação enquanto deslizava as luvas pelas mãos, como se estivesse se preparando para realizar uma cirurgia.

A voz dele ecoou suavemente pelas paredes do banheiro, um lembrete sinistro de sua determinação implacável. Akimiro observava com uma expressão maquiavélica, seus olhos brilhando com uma mistura de antecipação e malícia, como se estivesse assistindo a um espetáculo cruel se desenrolando diante de seus olhos.

Com a agilidade de um felino, Kaito adentrou a cabine que Felipe havia usado mais cedo, movendo-se com uma graça sinistra enquanto se agachava diante do vaso japonês fixado no chão. Seus movimentos eram tão fluidos e silenciosos que poderiam ser comparados aos de um fantasma, desaparecendo e reaparecendo sem deixar vestígios. Então veio o momento crucial, quando suas mãos habilidosas retiraram uma câmera escondida de dentro do vaso. Um objeto parecia tão inocente à primeira vista, mas agora era uma ferramenta sinistra, uma intrusão na privacidade de Felipe. Era como se estivessem roubando um segredo íntimo, um ato de violação disfarçado como uma simples busca por informação.

— Mais uma missão cumprida, meu amigo — proclamou Kaito, seu sorriso sinistro revelando um toque de orgulho pelo feito realizado.

Akimiro não pôde conter o riso, uma risada áspera que ecoou pelas paredes do banheiro, carregada com a satisfação sombria de quem se deleita com o malfeito.

— Esse garoto é mais ingênuo do que pensávamos. — Comentou Kaito, sua voz tingida com um tom de desprezo.

— O plano do ovo centenário nunca falha. — Comentou Akimiro.

A ironia em suas palavras era evidente, uma maldade disfarçada de brincadeira. Para eles, a manipulação era uma arte, e Felipe era apenas mais uma peça em seu jogo cruel.

Kaito, com um sorriso ladino, guardou a câmera escondida em uma caixa de pérolas que tirara da mochila, observando com satisfação a perfeita dissimulação do artefato.

— Joias merecem um lugar digno, não é mesmo? — Comentou ele, fechando a caixa com um toque de elegância, enquanto Akimiro assentia, divertido.

— Definitivamente. — Concordou Akimiro, um brilho travesso nos olhos.

Kaito, com um olhar travesso, perguntou maliciosamente:

— E você vai devolvê-los, certo?

Akimiro, com um sorriso sarcástico, respondeu prontamente enquanto abria o zíper de sua mochila:

— Por que eu devolveria? — Ao abrir a mochila, expôs diversos rolos de papel higiênico aglomerados em seu interior. — Melhor deixar outro otário desavisado com a bunda suja por aqui.

Ambos compartilharam uma risada mancomunada, apreciando a ironia da situação. Após Akimiro fechar a mochila, ele e Kaito puseram as máscaras novamente, prontos para deixar o banheiro para trás. No ambiente escuro e silencioso da escola deserta, os passos de Kaito e Akimiro ecoavam pelo corredor como o som suave de uma melodia noturna. Enquanto se aproximavam da saída, seus movimentos eram fluidos e coordenados, como se dançassem uma coreografia ensaiada.

A inquietude reinava na escuridão, quando Kaito quebrou o silêncio com sua pergunta curiosa, o som de sua voz cortou o ar como uma lâmina afiada, rompendo a tranquilidade da noite:

— Acha que esse vai dar uma boa grana?

Akimiro respondeu com uma calma confiante, suas palavras carregadas de certeza e determinação:

— Muito mais que o do mexicano e o do norueguês, pode ter certeza.

O riso sutil de Kaito foi como um suspiro de alívio, indicando sua satisfação com a resposta de seu companheiro.

Juntos, eles desapareceram nas sombras do corredor, seus passos ecoando como um eco distante enquanto se afastavam. O silêncio da noite envolveu a escola mais uma vez, como um manto escuro, encobrindo os segredos que jaziam dentro de suas paredes vazias, especialmente das cabines do banheiro masculino daquela instituição.

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Open Stalls on the Beach (fiction)

Charles had been sunbathing for quite some time and began to feel a slight grumble in his stomach. He ran his hand over his six pack and could tell he would need a toilet soon. He packed his things up and put them in the trunk of his car. The men’s room was about half a mile down the beach so he began making his way over. Usually he parked near the bathrooms but since it was such a beautiful day, the beach was packed.

When he got close, he got a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. He paused for a moment to recover. He quickly made his way through the door only to discover that the stall doors had been removed. With no other option, he took the first available stall and dropped his swim trunks to his knees. His ass wasn’t even able to make full contact with the seat before loose diarrhea blew out of him. “Oh my god”, Charles whispered under his breath.

Another guy walked in at that moment and saw Charles on the throne. He took the stall directly next to him and dropped his speedo to his ankles. “Guess they don’t want people lingering too long in here”, the guy said to Charles while chuckling. Charles heard a loud crackle and splash in the next stall. Realizing he would have no privacy, Charles let out a second wave of even more watery shit.

“Fuck that sounds nasty”, the man in the next stall replied.

“Yeah I barely made it”, Charles said.

“Good thing you did”, the guy joked.

Charles was finally empty enough to begin the cleanup process. Unfortunately he was a stand up wiper. He wasn’t sure if he wanted his dick in the open or if he wanted anyone coming in to see his ass as he wiped. He chose the later. He faced the bowl and quickly scrunched up some paper. He bent over slightly and began to dig between his cheeks. On the first pass, the poet was wrecked.

Two other young guys walked in to use the urinals. “Woah, look at this dude wiping his ass!”, the one yelled out. Charles turned bright red. He grabbed some more paper and wiped again. His hairy ass was on display for anyone and everyone to see. It took four more passes to finish and by that point his neighbor in the next stall was long gone. He pulled up his trunks and fled the men’s room as fast as he could. On the walk back to his car, the two guys who walked in on him were on the beach. They notice Charles and pointed him out to their friends and laughed. Charles got in his car and sped off.