Gina eats 4 handfuls.

Her belly rumbled, but Gina ignored it at first, soon realizing that was a mistake.

"Ow.. Uuuww, oohh." She kneeled and held her belly, trying to walk towards her toilet down the hall, managing to shamble against a wall and control her guts until she finally reached for the doorknob. Her hand had just almost missed it, slapping a grip on it, when her asshole could hold no longer.

PFFFTTTTTTRRRRPPPTTTTSSSSFFFSHKSHCH

"AH! AHH! NO! OHHH HO, NOOHHHOOO! OHH!" She wailed as feces shot into her panties and splattered. She fell in the hall and pushed her panties down, crouched face to the floor with her ass in the air as her bowels spewed forth a fountain.

As shocked as she was by this terrible experience, it was one she could comprehend, but she didn't understand why her palm was scooping liquid feces from her pussy and... *No.* She couldn't be, she thought. This was a nightmare. But her body didn't listen. It reacted on its own, the same as reflexively jumped and begged when getting spanked some years ago, or laughing when being tickled, a shrill powerless action borne in her meat's nerves and not in her ego. Her palm, drenched in the most reviling thing, moved closer to her face as she opened her mouth and screamed.

"GINA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Her mother called out and she looked up behind herself, seeing her mom look down at her, just as horrified, from a safer distance as her poop cannon slammed the walls with splattering wastes.