Two shy shitters met

Two shy shitters met
In a bathroom stall, they tried to forget
That they were not alone
As they released what had long been gone.

Tia was first to drop her jeans
And mount the bowl, bursting at the seams
But before she could let go
The door swung open and in walked Neha.

They sat there in embarrassed silence
Desperately trying to remain silent
Afraid of what the other would hear
And ashamed of what they held so dear.

Neha's stomach gurgled with distress
As she tried to wait out Tia's mess
But both girls knew they could not hold
And soon their secrets would be told.

Five minutes passed and they still sat
In agony, both wishing that
The other would go and let it out
So they could do the same without a doubt.

Finally, Tia's ass let loose
A deep fart, loud and profuse
And with no turning back in sight
Her shit crackled loudly with all its might.

Neha too, could not hold on
And unclenched with a loud groan
Her liquid shit filled the bowl
Followed by farts, wet and cold.

Both girls were red-faced and shamed
Their intimate moment thus defamed
By a stranger, who casually walked in
And exclaimed, "Oh, it fucking stinks in here, I can't win!"

Finally, they both were done
Neha stood up and began to flush
But even after six passes the smell was not gone
While Tia hurriedly washed her ass.

With embarrassment, they met at the sinks
Both trying to hide their shameful links
They quickly washed up and bolted for the door
Hoping to escape the smell of their unfortunate encore.

But as they left that bathroom stall
They knew deep down, they couldn't hide it all
For in that moment they found commonality
In a bathroom shared in anonymity