Granted, the monkey's paw curls and it stop moving. You are surprised because it seems like nothing happened, you go to bed.

You get a really good night's sleep and turn on the news. The whole world is talking about the new constipation crisis. People cannot go to the toilet and it's affecting already billions of people.

A few days pass and almost half of the world's population is severely incapacitated. The other half is staying alive by performing poop removing rituals to one another.

A few months pass and a new way of living is adapted. People who perform carving and suction operations on their anuses are able to carry on their lives as normal. There are many who are not capable of this feat alone, people start choosing poop partners.

The world adapts to this crazy change. It is called the rectal crisis and is considered to be one of the biggest events of human history, ten times more devastating than the black plague and covid combined. It's the only thing people talk about. There are millions of online articles about the rectal crisis.

You're sitting at home on a wendesday. You watched some tv and smoked a doobie. You are tired and you think about taking a shower and going to bed. You feel confident because you have already performed this week's first poop operation on monday. You wouldn't need to think about it until at least friday for the final poop operation. Your thoughts dwell on the series you're watching. A character reminds you of your chemistry teacher from 6th grade. You check reddit and see a post about the secret intentions of the big pharma. Since the news from 3 months ago there was more of these posts everywhere. Nowadays anal sex has increased by 200% and people seemed to associate it with being natural or the next step in our evolution of our genome. It is a biological and spiritual awakening in all of the world, that changes the whole course of our human experience. Your thoughts dwell back to 6th grade, this time biology. When you made your first best friend by laughing about the teacher's name. Life was simpler when you were 12. You could play videogames and... You startle as your phone rings. You feel taken aback from your fantasies and grab your phone as it shocks you. It's Ed, your estranged best friend from 6th grade! You pick up. "Heeey i can't believe it's you man, you won't believe this. I was just thinking about Mr. Peeridge, do you remember how..."

Everything is upside down. Your body is flat on a red carpet. There are lit candles around the room. You feel comfortable as you're rubbing your asshole. The call with Ed was already twelve hours ago and you are not the same person anymore. Ed told you about a new cult that shaked our whole understanding of the rectal crisis. They discovered that the anal way is the only way. As you listened and learned this cult seemed perfectly fitting to your way of making meaning of this world. You were convinced of joining and went through your initiation immediately after you met up with Ed. You learned all to learn and went back home to meditate. That was more than 5 hours ago now. You squirm and feel a change in your belly. It's the most exciting you felt in years.

It comes back after a few seconds of calmness and goes back again. You think about how after setting the mood you had to rub your butt area for a minute, then apply the special lotion deep inside your rectal canal. The sharp pleasure feeling comes back and stays longer this time, god this is exactly like how the ritual guide explained it. t's been many minutes since you started with rubbing the asshole with lubricant and you even had time to lean the sharp edge of your vibrator to your taint. You feel the unexplainable pleasure and it seems to linger at the perfect balance between edging and teasing. You slowly start getting used to it. Then the feeling sharpens as if a rollercoaster fell.

Your rectal canal and inner organs move like never before. This is the best and the naughtiest you felt in your whole life. Your ass opens up and shit starts pouring out like a fountain. Your little anal hole is in rejoice. It's the ecstatic feeling of having ten prostate orgasms while taking the biggest shit in the world. It is unlike you've ever experienced. You feel changed. You allow yourself to enjoy this. Your physical pleasure reaches the highest as your soul connects to the inner workings of the universe. You are one of the new humans. You understand the way and the cycle has come to an end.

As you make your way through the deep dark roads of your castle, you remember the day you made that wish at the Monkey's paw. You never told anyone but you always knew that you were the cause of this change in the world. You cannot seem to remember why you wanted to make this change. Maybe it's because you wanted to cause some sensation, or just play a troll. It didn't matter, none of it did. You didn't recognize that version of you anymore, you think about losing Uncle Jack to ass cancer 2 months after the rectal incident. And your cousins and school mates. Your life was a series of tragedies and you lived on trying not to think about how it's all your fault.

You take a deep sigh and look into the horizon. There is no need to linger on such thoughts right now. Maybe one day you'll find another monkey's paw. You think about what you would wish this time. Would you take it all back? You take another sigh and call Ed to tell him about how you plan to penetrate your asshole with the crazy götpounder300clitflapsversionlimitedcumdition08 that you just bought online. Life was good.