One morning, in the middle of the old man's field,
A big, round, white bottom was buried.
"My, my, what is this doing here?"
Since it was in the way, the old man tried to pull it out.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo! Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo!"
He chanted, but the bottom wouldn't budge an inch.
"Hmmm, this is a problem. What's a big bottom doing right in the middle of my field?"
Just as the old man started to worry about it, the old woman came along.
She was surprised to see the big bottom buried in the middle of the field.
"My, my, old man. What on earth have you buried here?"
The old man shook his head, denying it.
"I don't know. It was already here when I came this morning."
"Is that so?"
The old woman cast a suspicious look at the old man.
"Truly. I was just trying to pull it out because it's in the way."
"In that case, I'll help you, too."
The two of them joined their strength and pulled on the bottom together.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo!" "Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo!"
They chanted as they pulled, but the bottom wouldn't budge an inch.
"Hmmm, this is a problem. It won't come out, even with the two of us pulling."
Just as the old man and woman were worrying about it, the village children came along.
They were delighted when they saw the big bottom buried in the middle of the field.
"Wow, a bottom! There's a big bottom buried here!"
They danced around the big bottom in circles.
"Hey, now, you kids! Don't make so much noise," the old woman scolded.
The children quieted down.
"Hey, why is there a bottom buried here?"
"I don't know," the old woman said, glancing sideways at the old man.
"I don't know either," the old man hastily replied.
"It's in the way, and it's troubling us. Please help us pull it out."
"Okay!" "Got it!" We'll help!"
The children readily agreed.
They all love to help out.
How wonderful! You're all such good children!
All right, then. Let's all pull together!
"Okay!"
The old man, the old woman, and the village children all pulled on the big rope.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo!" "Heave-ho, heave-ho, pull the poo!"
They chanted as they pulled, but the bottom wouldn't budge an inch.
"Hmmm, this is a problem. It won't come out, even with all of us pulling. What should we do?"
Just as the old man, old woman, and children were worrying about it, a turtle came along.
It slowly walked step by step by step.
"What are you all gathered here for? What on earth are you all doing?"
The turtle continued walking until it reached the middle of the field.
"My, what a surprise! I'm astonished! There's a big bottom buried here!"
The turtle was amazed to see the big bottom buried in the middle of the field.
"It was buried here when we arrived this morning. We can't pull it out, and it's quite a problem," said the old man. The old woman and the village children all showed troubled expressions.
"Hmmm, that does sound like a problem. Well, now, what should we do?"
The turtle tilted its long neck and slowly observed the big bottom, deep in thought.
Then, suddenly, the turtle raised its voice.
"Look here! This bottom has two holes in it!"
The old man moved his face closer to the bottom.
"You're right! There are two holes. I wonder what they're for?"
The old man, the old woman, and the village children looked at the holes curiously.
"This hole has some flappy things around it."
"What on earth could this be? Could it be a wood ear mushroom? How strange."
"Such a strange hole!"
The children were wildly excited when they saw the holes. They danced around, making a big commotion.
"Leave this to me. I'll take a look inside."
The turtle mustered its courage and said this.
How admirable! How admirable! Turtle, you are so admirable. So brave!
The turtle stretched its neck long and stuck its head into the hole.
The turtle pushed its head deeper and deeper into the hole.
Suddenly, the turtle cried out in surprise, "Whoaaa~!" and quickly pulled its neck back out.
"Ah, that was startling! What a surprise!"
The turtle said this with its eyes wide open.
"What was it like inside the hole?"
The old man asked with great interest.
"What on earth happened in there?"
The old woman asked, looking worried.
"It was damp and slimy inside the hole."
"You mean it was damp and slimy?"
The old man asked again, full of curiosity.
"That's right. Then, when I pushed my head further inside..."
"What happened when you went further in?"
The old woman asked, still sounding concerned.
"Something started choking my neck. It squeezed and squeezed and squeezed."
"Something did?"
"It seems like something lives inside that hole."
"Is that really true?"
"It's true. I don't lie."
"In that case, we need to find out what's in there."
"You're right. How about we poke a stick into that hole and try to drive it out?"
"But we're in the middle of a field, so there's no stick to be found. There aren't any sticks around here."
"There is! There is! There's a stick!"
The village children said this, giggling and pointing at the old man's crotch.
"A pee-pee stick! A pee-pee stick! There's a pee-pee stick!"
Then the old woman shook her head.
"No, no. Something that soft won't fit in that hole."
Those words deeply wounded the old man.
Remember, words can be violent, so we must be careful with them.
Just as everyone was looking around for a stick, a monk appeared.
He was a large monk covered in shaggy hair, almost like a bear.
"Oh my, everyone, what seems to be the matter?"
"Ah, Reverend! You see, there's a big butt buried right in the middle of the field."
The monk was astonished to see the large bottom in the middle of the field.
"Oh my, what a sizable posterior!"
The old man explained the holes to the monk.
"I see. So, something is hiding inside this hole?"
"That's right. That thing choked my neck!"
"So you want to put a stick in there to drive it out?"
"Yes, but we can't find a stick anywhere."
"There is one! There's a stick!"
The village children said this, pointing at the monk's crotch.
"A pee-pee stick! A pee-pee stick! There's a pee-pee stick!"
"Oh, how right you are. I do indeed have a stick in my loins."
"Is that all right, Reverend?"
"Of course. Helping those in need is a monk's duty."
With that, the monk pulled his penis out of his pants.
"Oh, my, my, how magnificent!"
The old woman exclaimed upon seeing it.
Her words wounded the old man once again.
"Please wait a moment. I shall prepare it immediately."
With that, the monk began stroking himself.
"Shall I help you with that?"
The old woman asked, her cheeks slightly flushed.
"That won't be necessary. I can manage alone."
"Now, now. Please, don't stand on ceremony."
With that, she reached out her hand.
"P-please, stop!"
The old woman grabbed the monk firmly by the member, which shrivelled up and became small.
"Oh dear, what has happened?"
"My apologies, but could you please go somewhere else?"
"Yes, I understand."
The old woman trudged off to the corner of the field, looking disappointed.
The monk regained his composure and began to work his member up and down again.
Shiko, shiko, shiko—he moved his right hand up and down.
Then,
"Muku, muku, muku"—his member grew larger.
Pointing toward the blue sky, the monk's splendid penis stood erect.
"Yay, a penis, a penis!" It's a penis! The monk's huge penis!"
The children danced around.
"Ah!"
The children danced around the monk, frolicking and cheering.
"My, oh my, what a magnificent one!"
An old woman watched from the corner of the field, looking covetously.
"Now then, let's drive out the one hiding in this hole."
With that, the monk firmly grabbed those ample buttocks and thrust his splendid member deep into the hole.
He shook his hips vigorously to drive out whatever was lurking inside.
"Come on, come out now! Don't hide; come on out."
Gan gan gan—the monk shook his hips, thrusting relentlessly into the depths of the hole.
"Monk, how does it feel inside?"
"Hmmm... It's wet and slippery."
"Is there anything inside?"
"Wait. Oh! This is..."
"What's wrong, Monk?"
"It's tightening! It's squeezing me tightly!"
"That's it! That's what choked me!"
"Are you all right, Monk?"
"I'm fine! I'll subdue it with my prized member!"
Gan, gan, gan—the monk shook his hips even more fiercely and thrust deep into the hole.
"Take this! Have you had enough?"
Gan gan gan—the monk thrust even more violently and relentlessly, as if to say, "Is that all you've got?"
Then,
"Ugh... ugh... uuugh... uuuuugh..."
The monk's hips suddenly stopped moving.
"What's wrong, monk?"
"I...I've lost. This is my complete defeat."
The monk pulled out his prized member. It hung down, completely limp.
"Whatever is the matter, young master?"
"This hole is no good. It feels too good. I've never felt such a pleasant hole in all my life."
The young monk said this with a refreshed look on his face.
"Oh my, he went inside it."
The old woman murmured enviously.
"What? It feels that good?"
The old man's eyes glittered.
"In that case, I'll drive it out next!"
As he said this, he started to pull his ichimotsu out from inside his kimono.
But then the old woman came rushing over.
"No, no! Someone like you couldn't possibly defeat it. It's utterly impossible."
Then, she turned to the young monk.
"Come on, pull out this big bottom for me! Go on, yank it out for me!"
"Is that all right? Are you sure it's okay to pull it out?"
The old man looked at the big bottom with apparent regret.
"Of course it's decided! If such a big bottom were left in the middle of the field, it would be nothing but a nuisance."
The old woman settled the matter without leaving any room for argument.
"All right then, leave it to me!"
The young monk stripped from the waist up, revealing bulging, impressive muscles.
"As someone who boasts about my strength, I can pull out anything."
He wrapped his thick arms around the large bottom and put all his strength into it.
"Unkoga Dosshiri, Dokkori Sho!"
The young monk let out a great cry and pulled.
"Unkoga Dosshiri, Dokkori Sho!"
His arms, thick as logs, squeezed and tightened around the big bottom. Gyu, gyu.
The big bottom began to shake and tremble as if in distress.
"Almost there! Come on, hang in there, young master!"
The old woman cheered the young monk on.
"Unkoga Dosshiri, Dokkori Sho!"
The young monk pulled with even more force.
"Hang in there! Hang in there!"
The children cheered for him, too.
"Unkoga Dosshiri, Dokkori Sho!"
The young monk's face turned bright red as he pulled.
Then,
With a "Buu, buu, buuuu~" sound, there was a great noise.
Then,
It gushed out from the other hole.
A massive amount of poop gushed out.
It gushed out like a volcano.
"Yay! Poop, poop!" It's poop! Lots of poop gushed out!"
The children frolicked and danced in circles around the big bottom and the young monk.
Children love poop.
"Yay! Poop, poop! It's poop! Lots of poop gushed out!"
They spun around and around. They spun around the big bottom and the young monk.
"Whoa, this is unbearable!"
The young monk, covered from head to toe in poop, couldn't take it and fled in a panic. He ran away, sutakora sassa.
Watching the young monk run off, the old man muttered,
"Well, this is perfect. It'll make perfect fertilizer."
And so, morning came one after another.
The sun felt warm and pleasant in the blue sky. Sparrows chirped "chun chun."
In the middle of the old man's field, next to the big, white, round bottom...
...a small bottom was buried.
(The End)
P.S. Good children, be careful when doing internal ejaculation, okay?
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