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bluesest · 2 months

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A Diarrhea Camp

In the "Orange Lake" camp there have always been adventures of all kinds, from wasp chases, to cases where for certain reasons, some campers used to have… stomach problems.

On this occasion a large group of campers arrived at the big green forest, where they will share great moments together. Jeremy was one of these campers, he was the rebel of the group, always looking for a way to get into trouble. On the third day, Jeremy insulted a fellow camper which was heard by the camp guides and as a punishment, he would have to serve the food dishes to the campers of the place.

That's how it all started, he hated having to work when he was supposed to be having fun with his buddies, in short, he was annoyed by the situation. On the first day, almost finishing his shift he overheard two of the campers complaining about the food:

"Wow…is this stuff even edible?"

"Is this supposed to be mashed potatoes?"

"The only thing pure here is how my stomach will end up after eating this."

"Rather, how your diarrhea will turn out after eating this attempt at food."

Hearing this, Jeremy couldn't help but get a feeling, one he had never felt before, it was a mixture of need and the obscene, like a great desire inside his heart that made him start sweating. He thought, "Just imagine how those unusable toilets would end up if any of these guys had an urge."

Night came and he was in his cabin with 5 of the other campers:

"Hey, I don't recommend you go to the bathrooms in this place, they're worse than last year, I'd choose a tree to mark my territory over that attempt at hygiene."

"And when it's your turn to do number two?"

"First of all, it's called shitting, second of all, I wouldn't have a choice to be honest."

Again that feeling came, piercing his chest and making certain parts of his body start to fill with blood. "Do I really like that kind of thing…? Naaahhh… but I should be able to do something to prove otherwise… I have an idea!"

While no one was looking, Jeremy grabbed his backpack and searched through his clothes, "I usually usually put all the medications on my shelf when I leave… Here it is!" Among several capsules he found a hand-sized bottle of a powerful laxative, and if you're wondering why a person would have a big bottle of laxative, well, let's just say our friend has had trouble with unclogging the pipe when he usually eats a lot of junk food.

The next day it was time to execute the plan, he waited for the cooks to be distracted to pour at least a small spoonful of the laxative to each of the dishes, the taste was not going to be a problem because the food itself was disgusting, Jeremy's conscience kicked in and almost caused him to stop his plan, but his desire was stronger, and that's how around 40 campers were intoxicated with laxative.

Once he finished his work, he grabbed a plate of food and sat down with his companions:

"This tastes a little weird than usual, but it's still gross."

"There are lots of activities at camp today: canoe paddling, swimming, a foot race, arts and crafts and among other things, what will you guys be doing?"

This just added more excitement to the matter, many of them would have to cut their activities short because their stomachs wouldn't hold out for long.

Twenty minutes passed and Jeremy was sitting on a log when he spotted a camper in the distance trying to hide the fact that he was carrying a roll of toilet paper in his hand, he was Jeremy's first victim, or at least the first one he could observe.

Slowly he approached him taking care that he didn't see him, surprisingly he got to the bathroom earlier which was because the camper could barely take small steps. When he arrived he saw that the bathroom had only two compartments, it was a typical wooden latrine with a large hole in the floor as a toilet, there are about 10 of these bathrooms around the camp, but even so they were not enough for the large wave of diarrheic young people, Jeremy hid in the second toilet and with a knife he had in his pocket he made a hole that allowed him to see everything that happened in the first latrine and that made it difficult to observe what was happening in the second one from the first toilet.

Finally he hears the first door creaking and being abruptly closed, he hears a small voice: "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" followed by the sound of the boy's pants strap to then drop his pants, after that the boy was able to free himself:

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *HSRQQQHRHRHRSQRSRSHRSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSQRSFS FFFFFF*

The first blow was a devastating one, you could tell from afar how he'd been holding that in for a long time.

*GASP* *PPRRRRHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHS* *PPFFFFFFFFTTT* *SQHHQSHQHQHQ* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFTTTT*

The second one violently hit the hole, liters of liquid was expelled from the small anus of the subject that was not enough to expel everything in one blow:

"Why me?!?!?!?!?" *PPPFPFPTTT* *PPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQHSQH*.

Sobs began to be heard which were confused by the drops of brown liquid coming out of the poor boy, Jeremy was able to fill his desire, but this is not where it ends. Suddenly a knock was heard at Jeremy's cubicle door:

"Hey buddy, excuse me, but have you cleared the bathroom yet? I just really need to go, and to be honest, the guy next door sounds like he's just getting started."

Jeremy took his eyes off the hole, opened the door and answered, "All yours", he was a tall young man with some muscle, his clothes were stuck to him due to sweat, and with a smile he thanked Jeremy obviously not knowing that he was the one who was to blame for his suffering.

The big guy closed the door, Jeremy almost left the place disappointed until he saw a small hole that would allow him to see what was also happening in the second cubicle: He saw how the tall guy started to undress, he was the type of person who undresses to go to the bathroom when it is something urgent, Jeremy managed to see part of the guy's penis before his ass fell into the toilet:

*PPPPPPFFTFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PSSSSSSSS*.

The first blow was weak compared to that of the previous person, who by the way was still expelling large amounts of poop in embarrassment as he knew a new person entered with the same problem:

*PSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PPFFFFFFFTTT* *PLOP*.

The second hit was somewhat disappointing for Jeremy, apparently this guy was having a bad constipation, he was about to leave to find other campers until a big noise made him stay:

*PPPSFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *HQSHHSQHQHHSHHSHHSHSSSSSS* *PSPSPSPSSHSHSHHHHSHSHSHSHSSS* *PLOP* *PFFFTFTTT* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRRRRR* "Aghhhh!"

The smell hit him all at once, a mixture of bread and meat with a hint of pepper, the man managed to unclog his pipe and managed to release a third shocking wave as the first person had already finished and proceeded to clean himself up Tall: "Uffffffff I really did have to get rid of a couple of extra pounds…wait a minute…I FORGOT TO BRING PAPER…*KNOCK* *KNOCK* hey, I know you're in there, could you lend me some paper? I really need to clean up the mess I have on my butt."

Shy: "ummmm… Ok… but don't finish it all, I'm afraid this is a… diarrhea."

Tall: "Don't worry, I have more in my backpack, just let me know when you want to hit the porcelain again."

Shy: "That would be strange…"

Tall: "In another context yes, but come on, we both heard and smelled what was going on in each other's toilet, we're like bathroom bros!"

Shy: "Well… do you want to go paddling after this… with me?"

Tall: "Sure, why not, I don't have many friends around here either."

Those words reminded Jeremy of one of the other activities which would be interesting for his new hobby: canoe paddling, just the thought of a person having an emergency in a place surrounded by water and the only way out is using brute force which raises the risk of causing an anal leak, is something that fascinated Jeremy. As he left the area he saw that very few campers were around, that was a sign that most were already affected and that only those with strong stomachs were not affected, even so sooner or later they would all fall.

As he made his way to the lake he could see the start of the foot race that he heard in the cafeteria, there were 5 contestants, all of them were sweaty, but only one had a worried face, apparently 4 of them had already used the bathroom and the sweat remained as a souvenir. The camper was wearing a yellow sleeveless shirt with tight black shorts that exposed his well polished legs.

The guide started the race, the one in the yellow shirt that we will call as "Runner" was in first place, apparently his urgency gave him the strength to explode his legs and want to finish the race as soon as possible, not even Jeremy taking shortcuts could catch him, so he followed him with his eyes, after 5 minutes the runner reached the finish line but he did not stop there and kept running, in the distance Jeremy could distinguish something between the runner's legs, a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase him again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea began to drip out of the shorts: a big lump, Jeremy decided to chase it again, he could even see how liquid diarrhea started to drip out of the shorts.

The runner arrived at his destination and after 1 minute Jeremy arrived too, while the runner was making a huge effort to take off his tight shorts without causing a mess, Jeremy took advantage of his urgency and opened a hole with the razor to observe what was going on inside: he saw how an agitated camper with big legs was undressing and with the speed that made him win the race he made his ass reach his own finish line:

The first wave was brutal, the smell was starting to permeate Jeremy's eyes, but also permeating the great view of what of the biggest asses Jeremy has ever seen in his life.

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *SQSHHSHQSHQSHSQHSHQHSHQHSHQHHS* *GASP* *PPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSHHHHHHHHHH* *SQSHHSQHHSHQSHQSHQSHQSHQS*

The second wave did not disappoint, so strong was the smell that Jeremy's eyes began to water and in his mind he said, "someone ate a lot of garlic today, didn't he?"

*PPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP*

By the third, things had calmed down, Jeremy pulled his face out of the hole, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and set out to continue with his original plan: go to the lake.

There was only one person already in the lake, a brunette person wearing a swimsuit, he looked ridiculous wearing that knowing he wouldn't touch the water, but Jeremy was not one to judge as he was doing worse.He approached the dock and in the distance he saw how the "swimmer" started hugging his stomach, Jeremy imagined that sporty body squeezed by that blue suit and when he saw him heading towards a secluded shore, Jeremy set out to run just to reach to hide and get a better view of the swimmer's butt. It wasn't easy but he finally got there before him, he positioned himself in a small bush as the canoe was parked:

Swimmer "Oh my god, the toilets are too far away and… I don't think I can hold on… shit."

*PPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT* *PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR* *PPPFRRTRTRTRR*

A machine gun of farts was coming out of that tight ass, with force and desperation the swimmer started to quickly take off that suit exposing that under that suit was hiding a nice ass, he barely managed to free his ass and started to shit without even squatting down:

*PFPDPDPDPDPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPS* *PPFPFFTFTFTFTTFTF* *PPDPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

They were wet farts coming out forcefully as they were inundated by waves of violent diarrhea, it had a dark color and stank pretty bad.

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRP* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSS* *PRPPRPRPRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS*

Followed the liquid, there was no trace of any solid material, the frequency of the farts was going down, but they were much louder, at this part the camper could barely squat:

*PPFFFFFFFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS* *QSHQSHHSHQSHQSHSHHQHQSHQHSHSHSHS* *PPFFFTFTTTT* *PPFFFTTTT*

An even more powerful jet made the swimmer tremble causing him to nearly lose his balance and fall into his own fecal material. Finally, the poor camper finished and wiped his butt with the lake water hoping no one had seen him.

Jeremy seeing that the swimmer left was ready to return to his cabin and rest from the marathon he ran all day, but something strange, in the mud of the forest he saw footsteps, a trace of someone walking through the forest and so far did not return, Jeremy exhausted did not miss the opportunity and also went into the forest.

5 minutes was the time Jeremy was walking among the big trees, he was about to return when he heard some moans, when he looked out he saw another camper sweating, walking and hugging his stomach, so Jeremy decided to deviate from the dirt road and hid in the trees following the lost camper.

He looked exhausted and dizzy, he stopped for a second and changed his route next to a tree, defeated, he slowly dropped his pants leaving his somewhat flat butt in the air:

*PPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*. It was just a dry fart, apparently yet another one who is constipated.

Slowly a monumental poop made its way out, it was so big that it couldn't easily pass through the poor boy's anus:

*SQHHQSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH* *SPLASH*.

Finally, it fell leaving the way free for:

Shit was falling and exploding as it hit the ground, many flies around started to approach the boy which made the situation more uncomfortable:

*PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *PPPPPPPFFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PQSPSPQSPQSPQSPSSSHHSHSGSS* *PFFFFFFFFFFFT* *GASP*.

Camper: "I think… I'll stay in camp…"

He slowly took several sheets and wiped his bottom, they were rough but worked well for the situation. After leaving, Jeremy walked over to the pile of miera and admired it by touching a certain part of his body.

Upon arriving back at camp, his friends told him the news that several campers had severe diarrhea.

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bluesest · 3 months

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A Teachers´ Meeting

Nick was a boy who loved sports, well-built and an essential member of his high school football team. He was known for his athletic skills as well as his poor performance in other basic subjects like chemistry, mathematics, and others. However, he didn't care about this at all.

Mr. Collins was the gym teacher and the football team manager and coach. He was muscular, had a chiseled chin, and always wore tight clothes. He was aware of Nick's behavior, both in academics and on the field. Nick played aggressively against his opponents, even against his own teammates during practice. He followed one rule: "Go all out, no matter the opponent."

One day during practice, as always, Nick was on the offensive. While he had the ball, one of his teammates (from the opposing team) snatched it from him, causing Nick to explode in anger and kick his teammate in the legs. This was a violation of sportsmanship, and he was reluctantly removed from practice and scolded.

Nick was quite angry with the coach. He retorted, "It was his fault for being so weak and taking away the stupid ball."

Mr. Collins didn't like these words, so he told Nick to leave the field until he calmed down, and the conversation would continue the next day.

Later that day, there was a teacher's meeting where Nick's situation was discussed:

"He's very unruly."

"He doesn't even try to solve any equations."

"He's rude and very angry with all his classmates."

These were the kinds of comments heard about Nick. The coach agreed with the teachers' complaints. Before suggesting any punishment for Nick, the principal, Mr. Matthew, intervened.

Mr. Matthew: "We know that nothing we do works to help the boy. However, I think I have an idea... You see, next month is the intercollegiate football competition, where teams from different institutions participate every year. So, what if we suspend him from the team until the competitions are over?"

No teacher wanted to say anything at that moment. Perhaps it was a somewhat severe punishment, but Mr. Collins took the initiative and gave his full support to the principal. Then, all the teachers in the meeting gave their approval, and that's how it all began.

The next day, Nick was called to the principal's office, where Mr. Collins and Mr. Matthew awaited with the news.

Mr. Matthew: "I recently received complaints from several teachers about your grades."

Nick: "I admit I'm not a fan of letters and numbers, but that shouldn't concern you because, in the end, those grades only affect me. And if it bothers you so much, just change them."

Mr. Collins: "But we do care about your unsportsmanlike behavior."

Nick: "Coach, with all due respect, I think what I did showed who should be expelled from the team – the weak ones who can't withstand us only slow us down."

Mr. Collins: "And that's exactly what we're going to do, expel the weak ones."

Nick: "Finally understood..."

Mr. Matthew: "Your coach and I have reached a conclusion. I suppose you're aware of the upcoming intercollegiate football tournament. That's why we want to ensure our victory by temporarily suspending you from the team until the tournament is over."

Nick: "But what?! I'm one of the best players on the team!"

Mr. Collins: "Skill isn't everything in the game; teamwork is the most important, a concept you fail to understand."

Nick: "Bu- Bu- But-"

Mr. Matthew: "That's enough; go back to your classroom."

This was a total humiliation for Nick – being expelled during the best part of the school year, his chance to be a star snatched away by his own coach and the annoying principal. This wouldn't stand for Nick.

Nick returned home furious. He couldn't believe he was expelled. This required a prank, not just any prank, but one that would humiliate and ruin the careers of both. But what?

While thinking, Nick turned on the TV for inspiration and found it – a commercial for an extremely strong laxative powder. It was perfect for his revenge.

He went to the pharmacy and bought 10 packets of the laxative, which came with a warning: "effect in less than 30 minutes, do not take during busy hours, effects last 7 hours with effective and efficient intestinal cleansing."

Nick pondered if one small packet caused all that, imagine 5 of those in a person. Now Nick had to find a way to trick his victims into consuming the laxative.

The next day, one of his teammates told him that Mr. Collins had mentioned a meeting with directors and teachers from participating institutions to discuss essential matters for the competition. This was Nick's opportunity.

When no one was looking, he opened the teachers' lounge door. How? By secretly stealing the math teacher's keychain.

Inside, he saw the teachers' coffee maker, and when no one was looking, he made two large cups of coffee with lots of sugar to mask the taste of the laxative powder. In each cup, he used 5 laxative packets and placed a note with the respective names of his victims: "For Mr. Collins" and "For Mr. Matthew." The preparations were complete; now, he just had to wait.

Five minutes after Nick escaped the scene, Mr. Matthew and Mr. Collins entered the teachers' lounge:

Mr. Collins: "We have 10 minutes before the meeting; I think there's time for a cup of... Coffee?"

Both were surprised to see two hot cups of coffee with notes bearing their names. They wondered who could have done this.

Mr. Matthew: "I have no idea who might have made this gesture, but it would be rude not to thank them and enjoy a good coffee."

Mr. Collins: "I agree!"

They both took a big sip of the coffee, enjoying every second of the sweetness until, without realizing it, they drank it all.

"That cup of coffee was excellent," they thought, but they wouldn't anticipate what would happen next.

Both went to the bathroom to wash their hands and freshen up for the meeting. While Mr. Collins was combing his hair, a strange sensation began in his stomach – a kind of pressure in his intestines.

Mr. Matthew: "Is everything okay, colleague?"

Mr. Collins: "No, nothing, better wait for me outside."

Mr. Matthew: "Why?"

Mr. Collins: "Well... so we save time by not leaving one by one through the door."

Mr. Matthew: "Mmmmm... alright, I guess."

Finally, the principal came out of the bathroom and waited for his colleague. It was a lousy excuse, but the pressure was intense. Mr. Collins held his stomach tightly and released a putrid gas: *PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*

"Oh, crap," said Mr. Collins, hoping it wouldn't happen again.

Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew was outside lost in his thoughts when a pain in his stomach stopped him, and without thinking, he let out a violent fart: *PPPFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFTTTTTTTTT* *PFFTTTT*

"Oh no! I think I had too much coffee, hahaha." Another discomfort interrupted his laughter, making him clutch his stomach tightly. "I shouldn't have had coffee; it always gives me gas, and then... oh no... well, I guess there'll be time for everything once the meeting is over."

At that moment, Mr. Colins came out of the bathroom, noticing the smell in the air. Embarrassed that it was his, he simply waited, hoping Mr. Matthew hadn't noticed the smell.

Both were visibly uncomfortable, not knowing what was happening to them. In the blink of an eye, they were in the meeting with 20 other directors and teachers from other institutions.

This year, the responsibility for organizing the competition fell into the hands of Mr. Matthew and Mr. Colins (which is why the meeting was held at their institution).

For both of them, the meeting was the same every year: which rules to follow, which institutions would lend their fields, how much money needs to be collected, etc. The meetings were more for formality than anything else.

Mr. Matthew had the responsibility of leading the meeting, and with the growing pain in his stomach, he tried to make it more enjoyable and faster, but it didn't work.

Meanwhile, Mr. Colins was sitting when another discomfort hit him: *BRBRBRBRBRBR*; that sound was his stomach asking for relief, and he complied. He didn't release gas from his anal tract, but rather, through his throat.

His burp was stealthy enough not to alert anyone, so he continued: *BURP*. With each one, his mouth became more acidic, not enough to keep his stomach at bay.

Meanwhile, Mr. Matthew continued talking until a peculiar sound stopped him: *BRBRBRBRBRRB*. It was loud enough to be heard by everyone present, and Mr. Matthew pretended that nothing happened and continued talking:

Mr. Matthew: "The fee must be *BRBRBR* fair for all *BRBR* institutions."

Mr. Matthew knew he wouldn't be able to keep his stomach at peace for much longer, so he applied an old trick: *COUGH* *COUGH* *PPFFFFTT* *COUGH*.

The fart was brief enough not to be heard by anyone in the meeting, while the fart was even more pungent than the one from the door. However, he was far enough from the others so that it wouldn't be smelled.

Sweat was soaking him; slowly, his condition was worsening: *BBRRRRRRR*; he couldn't believe this was happening now. Having a diarrhea attack because of a disgusting coffee. In his thoughts, he said to himself: "I'll find out who did it and fire them!"

The situation wasn't different for Mr. Colins. He felt a great rush of air and liquid hitting his rectal walls, waiting for a moment to escape. He couldn't hold on anymore and thought: "My stomach hurts a lot; that coffee was definitely not a good idea."

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Please, please, I need to hold on... more!"

*BRBRRRRRR* *BRRRRRRRR*

"I can't hold this anymore..."

*PPPPFFFFFTTT*

Everyone in that moment fell silent, noticing the unmistakable sound of trapped gas escaping. The smell was the classic coffee scent with a more sour and disgusting tone. Everyone instinctively looked at each other to see who did it, while the teachers sitting near Mr. Colins knew perfectly well who it was and had front-row seats for the terrible smell emanating from him.

"Oh shit, they surely know who it was... ohhhhh no, not again..."

*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRBRBRBRBR*

"Please, please, please..."

*PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFTT*

*BRRRRRRRR*

His colleagues made a disgusted face, confirming their suspicions, and were disgusted by the new addition to the smell, a more penetrating odor, only caused by one thing: diarrhea.

Mr. Colins had a red face from embarrassment and a terrible pain in his stomach. He noticed something warm in his sweaty tight white underwear, caressing his crotch, finally, his body couldn't hold back, and he made the decision to release the pressure by giving way to some of the accumulated diarrhea.

"I think... I'm... CRAPPING!"

At that moment, he remembered the previous meetings, and one of the rules was "only one member is allowed to be absent at a time." He stood up from his seat, and with all eyes on him, even Mr. Matthew's, he said, "I need to step out for a moment... I left something in the car, I'll be right back." He walked towards the door, and when he left, he closed it forcefully and ran as fast as possible.

There were small laughs in the room; others had a disgusted and disapproving face, causing Mr. Matthew's stomach to stress again: *BRBRBBRRBRBRRR*. Taking advantage of his colleague's escape, he said, "I must go with him to see what's happening," but a thick and authoritative voice stopped him: "He'll be fine; you must continue with all of this." The voice was that of the Superintendent, who visibly was angry with everything that happened, and continued, "Besides, you must be aware that only one participant's absence is allowed at a time."

Mr. Matthew couldn't do anything but obey his superior, as he was responsible for financing all the present institutions and the main donor for the intercollegiate games.

He continued presenting the meeting points, but slowly his mind was clouding due to the incredible pain and pressure in his stomach. He could endure more than his colleague, Mr. Colins, because he usually drank coffee, and his stomach always expelled everything with diarrhea, but in a couple of hours, enough to get home. But this time was different; it had only been 20 minutes since they had the coffee, and Mr. Matthew was about to soil his pants without the possibility of Mr. Colins returning.

All he could do was wait and endure long enough while continuing to release pressure with gases that became more noticeable, both in noise and smell.

Mr. Matthew: "The next point will be the score topic; we will use the official system, and... *BBRRRRR* oh no... *BRRRRRRRR*"

*PFFFTTTT*

Mr. Matthew's mind: "I can't continue with this... *PPFFFFTTT* no, no, calm down, everything will be fine... come on, Colins, hurry up."

While all this was happening, Mr. Colins ran through the halls.

"Shit, shit, shit!"

*PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT*

"Get out of my way!"

His anus was pouring out the hot brown liquid he had been trying to avoid for the last 20 minutes. His underwear became heavier with each step, and from a distance, a large bump could be seen in his pants.

His diarrhea showed no mercy: *BRRRRRR* *PPPPFFFFFTTTT* *PSPSPSPPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRR*. He was completely embarrassed, passing through several school corridors emitting a terrible stench. The coffee aroma could no longer be distinguished from the gases; rather, it seemed like a mixture of the meals the teacher had in the past few days: eggs, bacon, beer, chicken, Chinese sauce, juice, etc. A combination that supported the reason why the director could endure a little longer.

He reached the teachers' bathroom, but there was a problem: "The keys... I left them in my car! Aaaaaggghhhhhh *PPPPPFFFFFFFTTTTT* *PPPFFFFTTTTT*, shit, no time."

Desperate, he turned and ran towards the student bathroom. Each step meant taking the risk of ruining not only his underwear but also his pants and his teacher reputation.

*PPFFFFTT* *PPFFFFFTTT*

*PSPSPSPSPPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS*

*PPPFFFFTTT* *BRBRBRRB*

"I need to get there!"

With a kick, he opened the door to the male bathroom. One of Mr. Colins's team members was inside: "Hello, coach! Didn't you have a meeting?" Mr. Colins didn't care and shouted at him, "Move and get out of here!" Scared, the boy ran out. The teacher forcefully closed the main door and blocked it with a mop nearby. He opened the stall door with force, desperately lowered his tight pants, and finally dropped his heavy underwear full of a large pile of smelly brown paste.

He sat his large, stained buttocks on the cold porcelain and closed his eyes...

*PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT*

*SQQLSKSKSDJSDSJJSSKSJSKSSIS* *PPPFFFTTT* *QSSGQHSSHQHSHQHSHQHSSSHHHHHH* *PFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PFFFFFFTTTT*

*BRBBRBRBRBRBRBR*

"Oh shit. Finally... Woohoo, hahaha!"

*BBBRRRRRRRBBBRRRRRRR*

"Oh, so you're coming for more, huh?"

*PFFTT* *BBBBRBRRRRRRBBBBRRRRRRR*

"And... it looks like... *BRRRRRR*... you're teaming up with the beer..."

*PFPFPFPFPPFPFTTTTTTTT* *SQHSQHHSSHQHSHQSHSQHQSH*

PPPPFFFFFTTTTTTFTFTFTF* *BRRRRRR* *SQHQSHHQHSS* *BRRRRRR*

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PFFFFFTTTTTTTT* *SQQQQQSSSHHHHHHHHHH* *BRRRRRBRRRR*

*Groans*

"I think I'm done... *BBRRRRR*... No, this is not going to end soon... *SQSQQSSQHHHH*."

Suddenly, the phone started ringing. It was Mr. Matthew:

Mr. Matthew: "Hey, how much longer are you going to take to come back?"

Mr. Colins: "Well... uh... I still haven't found what I lost in the car..."

Mr. Matthew: "How much more time do you need?"

Mr. Colins: "Give me about 5 minutes... *BRRRRRBRRBRBR*, oh better make it 10 more minutes... *PPPFFFFFTTTTTT* *QSQHSHQSHQHSHQSHQ*, better make it 30!"

Mr. Matthew: "What was that?"

Mr. Colins: "Nothing!"

Mr. Matthew: "I need you now, and... *PPPFFFFFFFTTTT*"

Mr. Colins: "What was that?"

Mr. Matthew: "Nothing!"

Mr. Matthew hung up the call at that moment and saw the superintendent's serious face. He was angry about the disaster that was the meeting presentation. But how could anyone concentrate while struggling not to have a leakage and soil their pants like a little child?

The Superintendent asked, "What's happening, Mr. Matthew? Whom were you calling?"

Mr. Matthew replied, "Sorry for the interruption, but my colleague needs help... *BBBRRRRRBBBRRRRRR* urgently..."

Superintendent: "So, do you plan to leave us sitting here waiting for him?"

Mr. Matthew: "Of course *BRBRBRBRBR* not..."

Superintendent: "Something is bothering you, isn't it?"

Mr. Matthew: "Of course not... *PPPPFFFFTTTT* oh..."

Superintendent: "Of course, it is. I order you to stop whatever is happening and proceed with this."

Mr. Matthew: "Bu- bu- but..."

Superintendent: "It's an order."

Mr. Matthew: "I..."

The room fell completely silent in the face of the boss's anger, watching the discomfort and sweat of their colleague who was in total suffering. They were surprised to see that Mr. Matthew obeyed the superintendent's words in a literal, desperate, and disgusting way...

*PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT*

*QSQSHQSHSQHSHQHSQHSHSHQHSHQHS*

Superintendent: "BUT WHAT?"

Mr. Matthew: "OH YES, OH YES NGAAAAAGGGGHHH"

*PFFFFFTFTTTTTTT PPPPFFFFFTFFTTFTFTFTFTF*

*PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS* *BRRRRRRRRRRRBRRRRRRR*

*PFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*

Everyone in the room was stunned; they couldn't believe it. Mr. Matthew, with a satisfied face, said, "I'm just obeying you, sir..." then he lowered his ruined pants, revealing a mixture of brown soup with several solid parts, including his naked balls and buttocks. He then took the trash can and continued with his work:

*PPPPFFTFFFTFTTTTT* *QSHQSHSHQHSQHSHQHSHQ* *BRRRR* *PFFFFFFTTTTTGTTTTTT* *SPLASH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PPFFFFTFTTFTFT*

The angry superintendent left the room along with all the other teachers, and in Mr. Matthew's mind, he said, "Well, it seems we won't be the organizers anymore..."

*PPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT* *PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPPSPSPS*

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

20 minutes had passed; Mr. Colins entered the meeting room, and what he found surprised him: he saw his boss defecating in a trash can while on his right were the ruined and soiled pants.

Mr. Colins, in a sarcastic tone, said, "The coffee?"

Mr. Matthew: "The coffee."

*SPSPSPSPSPS* *QSHQHSHSHSQHSHSHQ*

#diarrhea #coprophilia #farts #desesperation #laxative #teacher #Principal

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