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"CHEW ON THIS!"

Chunks of banana flesh fly out of your mouth as you mouth the words above. The room remains eerily silent as anything you try to say is dampened by the congealed mass of banana, spit and blood inside your mouth. Seconds turn to minutes turn to days. The air is still.

A loud groan breaks everyone's trance. You feel a torrent raging in your belly as gut bacteria and digestive enzymes start breaking down the inrush of fruity sustenance. With every molecule broken down more gas is released, and soon enough you find that your legs are useless in moving your grossly distended abdomen. A foul liquid smelling of imouto vomit begins leaking out your belly button, slowly at first and then shooting out like a super soaker. This compound would later be weaponized in the Schism Wars of the North, but that is a tale for another time.

With what little control you have left, you concentrate on squeezing your sphincter as hard as you can. You have known ecstasy, and you wish to share the opportunity to partake in this "grand feast". The room shakes as your legs spasm uncontrollably, rocking you back and forth. As you roll on your side your liver is crushed by the shifting mass, and so are your lungs. If physical laws still held this would have been a particularly brutal method of execution, something thought of by truly depraved individuals in the bowels of GUROchan. But this is not the physical world. If it were, you would have burst after the 200th banana, or collapsed from the combined effects of radiation exposure and potassium poisoning.

You can't feel it, but something snakes its way down your intestines under the increasing liquid pressure. Muscles contract as hard as they are able before tearing under the strain of effort. Soon enough, the liquid front is hammering against the walls of your ANUS.

......

You are constipated.