Schoolteacher's Massive Shit

Rani's first day as a schoolteacher is interrupted by a desperate urge to shit. With only a few minutes before class starts, it seems that her only option is to shit in the boys room...

            Rani set up her desk in her classroom, smiling to herself. She adjusted the pencils on her desk in orderly rows and made sure there were fresh dry erase markers for the whiteboard. This was her class as a teacher, and she wanted everything to be perfect. She looked at the clock and saw that she had fifteen minutes. She paced around the room in small circles. She wore a form-fitting zebra-patterned dress that came down her mid-thigh. The dress accentuated her bouncy b-cup breasts and her large, round ass that led down to her fit, curvy legs. She wore white high heels on her tiny feet. She worked out often, so her calves were full and firm and sculpted.

            Rani craned her neck and spine to see if her panty line was visible through the dress. She realized that her dress was somewhat provocative for a schoolteacher, but she wanted to look her best.

            Suddenly, Rani felt a rumbling in her bowels. She gasped and let loose a toxic wet fart. She clutched her asscrack in panic. A sharp pain, a stabbing pressure, formed in her guts, like prickling shards of glass. She felt the sudden weight of shit threatening to erupt out of her tightening asshole.

            Bending over, with her hands on her butt, she ran into the hallway. Her heels made wild tapping sounds on the floor. She burst into the hallway, her head whirling around, realizing she had no idea where to run to! No one had told her where the girls bathroom was. There in the corner, less than ten tantalizing feet aways, was the boys, but where was the girls?

            Rani looked around in panic, teetering on her heels. Her bowels started to burn. Her bottom-heavy body, her fat ass and muscular legs swung back on forth on her teetering heels like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. She still had about ten minutes before they opened the doors to the school. She knew she could probably take a shit in that time, or at least, she hoped so.

            Rani ran into the boys’ bathroom, which was dimly lit and completely covered in blue tiles. On one side were a couple of sinks and in the back of the bathroom were two stalls. Lining the other side of the room was a long metal urinal trough for the boys to piss in.

            Rani couldn’t hold it anymore; she was working on pure instinct. With an agility that surprised her, she reached up into her dress and pulled down her lacy sheer panties down her lunging, running legs. Tugging on the waistband, she lifted her right leg out of her panties and then kicked them off her left ankle.

            There was no time to make it to the stall, and Rani was not going to shit on the floor. She pulled her skirt over her round butt, the tight fabric biting into her cocoa-colored, squishy butt flesh. Rani sat down on the edge of the cold metal urinal-trough.

            Rani yelped like a dog as a gigantic turd forced itself out of her ass. Her poor anus stretched and distended around the sheer rocky girth of it. It burned like hell, and she felt tears forming in her eyes. A thick, muddy pointed spear pried open her tight asshole. The grimy turd stretched down, snaking into the metal trough below. Rani moaned and sighed, panting animal exhales, forcing her bowels to relax and let the turd pass.

            As she relaxed, creamy white globs of discharge leaked out from between the flaps of her labia, clinging to her for a second before falling against the metal trough with a pattering that seemed to echo throughout the entire restroom.

            Rani’s face turned bright red, and she instinctively covered her face with her hands. Shitting in the boys’ room was one thing, but leaking discharge from deep within her womb felt ten times more embarrassing, even if no one was watching. With the turd still hanging down between her asscheeks like a tail, Rani let loose an intense stream of hot piss against the wall of the trough, which made a high-pitched metallic hissing like rain pelting a tin roof.

            Finally, the entire length of the massive turd-snake out of her ass. The disgusting mass, the shit child from her ass womb, thudded into the trough.

            But that wasn’t the end. Her butt let out a rippling fart, and liquid shit started to spray out from her sore hole, scorching her tender anus. Her guts gurgled, wet popping and squeaking and squelching. Rotten filth that had been sitting inside her for days began to escape toward freedom in a vengeful internal avalanche, a waterfall of vile stinky hate. Her ass exhaled spicy, acidic clouds of farting stench with every squelching, spurting shit.

            Rani hung her head and started to cry. It felt like someone was funneling hot chili through her intestines.

            That’s when Rani heard students chattering in the hall. She gasped and pushed herself off the trough edge. With her dress pulled up around her waist, she was half naked. The soft brown globes of Rani’s ass cheeks jiggled and shook while she danced on her heels, a little jig of panic. She cupped her slimy, piss-soaked pussy with her hands. Where did she throw her panties? The noises grew louder.

            Rani gasped suddenly, any worries about her panties evaporated as still-warm liquid shit ran out of her loose asshole, down her asscheek, and onto her inner thigh.

            “Oh shit!” Rani whispered to herself, breaking into a cold sweat.

            She hobbled toward the paper towel dispenser, jutting her chest forward and her butt out behind her as if to distance herself as much as possible from her dirty ass. With lightning speed, Rani pulled some paper towels out of the dispenser and gave her ass a few quick wipes. The cheap paper towels felt like course sandpaper against her sensitive asshole and the deep canyon walls of her crack, but she grit her teeth through it. Then, she yanked her dress down over her ass.

            Sweating and flushed, Rani walked out of the bathroom, her head held high, nearly colliding with three students in the doorway. The boys braked and looked at her in shock, but Rani kept walking, ignoring them.

            Two of the three boys walked over to the trough while the third went into the stall. The two boys looked in shock at the turd at the bottom of the trough. It was nearly as long and thick as their arm and was sitting in a pool of steaming bright yellow piss. A few white globs that the boys couldn’t identify floated softly in the piss pool.

            Meanwhile, the third boy closed the stall behind him, and his eyes fell on Rani’s sheer lace panties hanging delicately over the lever of the toilet.

            In the hallways, Rani powerwalked back to her class. She felt victorious. She felt much lighter, and the thrill of adrenaline still pulsed through her veins. She had overcome a potential disaster and was going to have the best possible first day of school.

            In her victory, she didn’t notice the students in the hallway turn and stare, following her with their eyes as she walked past, some with disgust, others with sadistic giggles.

            Rani entered her classroom. The students were in their seats already. Rani beamed and reached for a dry eraser marker.

            Good morning class! I’m Ms. Rani, and I’m going to be your teacher this year.” Rani turned away from the class and began writing her name on the whiteboard.

            The students’ eyes grew gigantic. A giant, wet brown stain — sweat mixed with leftover muddy shit from her haphazard wiping — had formed down the length of Rani’s crack, bleeding through her zebra dress.