Posted by Roger F-S on January 28, 2004 at 14:53 [192.146.136.131]
Becky waited five minutes after the school bell until most people had gone home, then quickly walked into the girls bathroom. She hated having to use the school bathrooms, especially for pooing, but at least it was the end of the day and she would probably be undisturbed. She quickly walked to the last stall on the end of the row, letting out a small dry fart as she moved, then shut the door behind her and put her schoolbag down. She saw that the toilet seat was dry, and was relieved - she could never understand how so many girls were able to get stuff on the seat, the floor or anywhere else. She felt the need to go quite strongly as she had been waiting most of the day, since she first felt the need to poo around lunch time. Glad to be alone at last, she hitched up her grey school skirt, tugged her white cotton panties down to her thighs and sat down. Normally she would then wait awhile before starting, but she needed to go bad, so she started peeing straight away. As her pee stream dribbled to a stop, she farted again, and the tip of the turd that had been threatening to make a brown crayon-mark in her panties all day finally peeked out. Just as the tiny tip started to emerge Becky coughed, and her cute anus crimped off the little soft nugget, and it plopped lightly into the bowl. Staring down into her white panties at her knees and noting that they were free of any type of stains, Becky started to grunt. Just softly, like she would at home. "uuhh.....uh...pffft.." and a soft brown poop slowly started to slip out of her butt. Long and thin, it dangled for a moment before plopping into the water. Then the head of a much larger turd appeared, and Becky involuntarily grunted as it opened her tight, teenage anus a little further. "mmhhh....mhhh....PLOP..plop-plop" as a large, sticky turd and a few small follow-on ones came out. Becky felt quite relieved now, and started to look at some of the graffiti in the stall....the usual rude comments about teachers, a few things written in tip-ex on the walls that Becky suspected that some of her friends might have written. Then a soft, bubbly, lazy wet fart oozed out of her...even though she was alone she felt embarrassed for not controlling it better. Her turds so far had been soft and sticky, but now she felt fully aware of shit covering her anus. She sat back up and strained a little to try to push the remaining poop out so she could be on her way. "mmmhhh... pfft.......plop...... plip....spllltt" and another wet fart. She bit her lip a little as she felt the last long, soft turd slip out and into the bowl. Not waiting to see if anything else was waiting to come out, Becky spun the toilet paper and gathered a pad of it in her hands. Just then, before she could part her legs and wipe her butt she heard someone burst into the bathroom, and the sound of running toward the stalls. Becky froze, hoping that the new girl would choose a stall far away, but she entered the stall next to hers and put down a large sports bag. Looking under the stall partition, Becky could see smaller feet, and guessed it was one of the younger girls who had come from the netball game. Part mortified that someone else had entered the bathroom but also curious, Becky watched the newcomer. She heard the sound of clothes being pulled down, and she could see black track pants appear at the ankles of the younger girl. Then, as she sat down, a pair of pink and white striped panties. Becky noticed that the girl had a skidmark. Not a small smudge but not a mess by any means, just a slightly raised poo stripe, about two inches long, at the back of the girl's panties. As soon as the girl sat down she grunted loudly and started pooing quite audibly...the poor girl must have been in a hurry, Becky thought. "uhhh! PLOP. mmhhh....mhhhhh....uh... erghhh.....uhhh" Silence. Then "uhhhhh....PLOP PLOP" and a loud fart. The girl had been grunting quite loudly, but Becky remembered that some of the younger girls often did, going to the toilet wasn't really something embarrassing for them. As soon as the last turd and fart had left her body, Becky could hear the younger girl gathering toilet paper, she saw her stand up and she could hear a scrubbing sound as the girl must have been doing the paperwork. Not very effectively though. She scrubbed for a few seconds, then carelessly dropped the wad of paper not in her toilet bowl but on the floor. Becky could see it under the partition, it looked quite messy. The girl didn't wipe again, obviously quite lazy. She reached for her panties, and just as she started to tug them up her legs, Becky could see the girl pause - she must have noticed the skidmark she had made. Becky heard a quiet "ohh" from next door, and some rustling as the younger girl removed the sweaty, skidmarked knickers and dug around in her bag. Watching closely, Becky could see the girl find a pair of purple P.E. knickers in her bag, and hear her pulling them on, and putting her black track pants back on. As soon as she was dressed, the younger girl took off, forgetting to even flush to toilet let alone wash her hands. Becky was relieved that the intrusion was over, and tugged her panties back up, smoothed her skirt, flushed and left the stall. She couldn't resist going next door to see what her younger neighbour had left behind - one medium sized turd and three much smaller ones, all floating in the water and all looking quite soft and healthy. Becky also noticed again, with distaste, the crumpled piece of toilet paper the girl had used on the floor. Remembering the time, she turned and left the bathroom, and walked out of the school to the bus stop. As she walked, she kept being annoyed by her panties wedging in her butt crack, and eventually she had to stop, check no one was looking and try to fix them discreetly, under her skirt. When she pulled them out of her crack, they came out rather stickily...and then suddenly she remembered! She had been so caught up in monitoring the activities of the other girl that she had completely forgotten to wipe herself. By the time she realised this though, she was almost at the bus stop. No time to go back and do an emergency job with toilet paper at the school, she would just have to put up with it til she got home. As she sat on the bus, Becky cursed herself under her breath. She had almost got away with having a good poo at school, something she normally hated to do, and now she had gone and messed it up. She kept discreetly shifting in her seat as her sticky wedgie felt more and more uncomfortable. "How embarrassing", she thought. "I'll have to hide these panties deep in the laundry!" She got skidmarks often enough, just small rub-marks from where she had pooed before P.E. class and had a tough game of volleyball or been in a hurry to get back out and see her friends and skimped on the wiping. But she wasn't used to the level of sticky discomfort she was feeling now! Just one careless wipe like the one managed by the young student who sat in the next stall would have helped a lot. Becky frowned as she sat on the bus, looking forward to getting home, changing her underwear and having dinner.
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