The Cheer Squad Gets Food Poisoning, Part 1

The cheer squad is struck with a horrific case of food poisoning. Can they make it to the restroom in time?

           Jasmine ran as fast as she could through the crowded hallways. She dodged and ducked her way through the other students, one hand clutching her gurgling stomach and the other hooked into a claw shape and shoved up her bloomer covered ass crack, desperately trying to plug her asshole shut.

            The other students stared at her, some wide eyed in shock, a few grinning, and a handful recording the scene with their phones for future embarrassment. But Jasmine didn’t care. She could feel the shit snake its way through her intestines like a living thing pressing and writhing through her sensitive walls. Sweat stains formed in her bright yellow cheerleading uniform under her arms, and she had hiked her pleated skirt up to her waist, exposing for all her wide hips and thick, round ass. With her hand so far up her crack she was essentially giving herself a wedgie, with a good third of her brown ass cheeks ballooning out of her baby blue bloomers and the edges of her pink panties poking out from under them.

            “Get out of the way!” she said through gritted teeth. As soon as she said it, a silent fart escaped from her asshole, a toxic ripe stench that immediately filled the hallway.

            “Jesus Christ!”

            “Did something die in her ass?”

            The crowd of people thinned, pressing themselves against the lockers, as far away from Jasmine as possible, allowing her to round the corner and run into the girl’s restroom. All three stalls were empty, thank God, the only people in the restroom were a couple of girls at the mirrors checking their make-up and chatting. This all stopped when they saw Jasmine rush into the restroom and barrel into the first stall. She slammed the door and locked the stall with incredible speed. Yanking her bloomers and panties down, she slammed her ass on the commode, accidentally sitting on her pleated skirt.

            As soon as she realized this, Jasmine tried to clench her ass. She started to lift up one cheek to try and remove the skirt from between her ass and the toilet seat, but as soon as she moved, her asshole gaped open. Noxious fumes escaped from her bowels with a hiss followed by a squelching, long, and girthy rope of brown poop snaking out of her. The shit rushed out of her ass with mind of its own, smearing across Jasmine’s ass cheeks and her skirt and spiraling down into the toilet bowl.

            PssHHBBRRLLRRTTT

            Jasmine moaned loudly. She could feel the slimy, ropy shit slide against her insides and out the ring of her gaping ass.

            The shit kept coming in a never-ending ropy tail that coiled in the toilet bowl. Jasmine gasped, breathing rapidly, her eyes wide. Unzipping her skirt, she yanked it free from under her shitting ass cheeks and threw the ruined poop covered piece of fabric onto the linoleum.

            “Oh god why won’t it stop?!” she muttered to herself between gasps.

***

            The other cheerleaders weren’t faring much better. Charlotte and Grace rushed down the halls, following Jasmine’s path. Charlotte’s strawberry blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her big round glasses were partially steamed from her body heat. She was doing better than the two. She could feel a wet acidic churning in her bowels, but she felt like she could last a few minutes. She was leading Grace by her wrist toward the restroom. Thankfully, Jasmine had cleared the way and the students were pressed against the sides of the hallways.

            Grace, unfortunately, was completely doubled over in pain and could barely walk. The Korean American girl could feel a giant pressure forming in her colon. A hard, dry, and angry force the size of an arm forcing itself out of her body. Her dark shoulder length hair was matted against her face with sweat.

            “We’re almost there, Grace,” Charlotte said, a small toxic toot escaping from her ass crack. Her muscular legs wobbled slightly, but she kept walking.

            Grace gasped as she felt the monster turd begin to force open her clenched asshole. A dry spike slowly began to grow out of her puckered anus. Grace’s ass burned from the friction, and the spike only became wider as it grew, the tip now pressing against the back of her panties.

            Grace collapsed to her knees, tears in her eyes. “I can’t go on!”

            Charlotte tugged at her wrist. “We’re almost there! I’m not going to leave you behind!”

            Grace clutched her stomach. A tight sharp cramp hit her like a punch to the gut. The spike in her ass was three inches wide now, stretching her burning asshole to its limits, and it wasn’t done yet.

            “Go on without me!”

            Charlotte looked down at Grace, her lip quivering. The burning in her own ass, a different kind, was worsening, and she let out another small, but threatening fart.

            PPhhrrttT

            “I’ll come back for you!” She yelled, running full sprint around the corner.

            Grace collapsed onto her hands and knees, her small flat ass in the air — the monster turd a visible mountain poking up from inside her bloomers.

            As Charlotte turned the corner, she almost ran full tilt into someone, stopping only at the last minute. It was her guidance counselor, Mr. Vernon.

            “Charlotte!” Mr. Vernon said in alarm. “I thought you should know better than to run in the halls like some sort of hooligan.”

            Charlotte paused, flushed with embarrassment. “Mr. Vernon, I’m so sorry, I’m-I’m just running late.”

            “Well it’s a good thing I ran into you. I was going over your submission to the internship program, and I think that with a few minor tweaking you’d be a shoo in. One of the best submissions I’ve seen by far.”           

            The gurgling in Charlotte’s bowels shook her entire lower body, but she forced herself to smile. “I’m so happy to hear that Mr. Vernon. I put a lot of time into that submission.”

            Mr. Vernon smiled, nodding vigorously. “And it shows! In fact, I think that one of the points you may want to change with the piece is that you didn’t add enough details about the extracurricular work you’ve done.”

            Charlotte nodded; her eyes glazed over. Her stomach churned suddenly, and she felt food try to rise up her throat. She could feel it in her ass. Her entire body was betraying her. “Not here.” She thought to herself. “Not like this.”

            Behind Mr. Vernon, about twenty feet away was the girl’s restroom. She just had to stay calm. She just had to hold it in.

            Charlotte gagged but immediately sealed her mouth shut, pressing her lips together. A small fart escaped again, and she clenched her ass cheeks like a bear trap.

            Mr. Vernon raised an eyebrow. “Charlotte, are you all right? You look feverish.”

            Charlotte nodded. Her eyes wide in terror. She could taste the bile. She could feel the pressure against the ring of her ass.

            Mr. Vernon smiled, oblivious. “Ah, well I’m glad to hear it. Anyway, as I was saying — with these sorts of applications it’s important to pack in as much as possible, afterall —"

            Charlotte exploded, interrupting him.

            With an inhuman “BLUEGGGH,” she spewed bright yellow bile from her mouth across the floor like a hose and onto Mr. Vernon’s shoes. Dark brown sloppy liquid sputtered out of her ass filling her panties and bloomers almost instantly and spilling out of the leg holes of her uniform and down her legs with a sickening splatter.

            “OH MY GOD!” Mr. Vernon shrieked, his voice rising several octaves, his arms raised to protect himself.

            Charlotte coughed violently and fired chunks of half-digested food onto Mr. Vernon like a shotgun. Mr. Vernon screamed and ran away.

            Charlotte sobbed, liquid shit still pouring out of her ass, weighing down her bottoms. She shuffled toward the bathroom, leaving behind a snail trail of shit.

            She was two feet from the bathroom door when her bloomers and panties, weighed down by the swelling package of her shit, fell off her hips and onto the floor around her ankles with an explosive SPLAT of diarrhea.

***

            A crowd had gathered around the collapsed Grace, watching, half in horror half in amusement, as she shat her panties.

            The giant boulder of a turd was now five inches wide. Her asshole was screaming in absolute pain, but it couldn’t escape her body. The solid rock-hard spike was stuck on her panties and couldn’t move.

            She pushed, her face turning bright red, and the dry turd slowly began to move. But as it moved it pulled her panties and bloomers up into her pussy. Grace gasped. She had a new pain to deal with, the tight fabric cutting into her pussy lips. The pressure of this giant monster scraping against her bowels, ripping her open. The sharp pain in her stomach. The salty bitter tears streaming down her face.

            Grace had only one option.

Reaching backwards, she yanked her bloomers and panties down to her knees exposing everything to the crowd around her. Between her toned thin legs, the crowd could see her bright pussy lips surrounded on each side with short dark hair. The dark opening of her vagina visible to all. And above that, her flat butt completely spread open. A giant, rocky, 5 inches wide and four inches long turd emerging from her ass. The ring of her anus was bright angry red, and her ass was so small it looked like it was 50 percent asshole and turd.

            “Holy shit!”

            “Would you look at that!”

            “Jesus don’t you drink water!?”

            And other mutterings rose from the crowd. Grace tried to ignore them and began to push.  

            Tears streaming down her face, the turd began to rise, tilting slightly back and forth from Grace’s bowels gripping and pushing it out of her.

            An inch and then another inch, the turd kept coming. Finally, it began to Grace reached the end of the monster and it began to fall free from her ass.

            With a gasp, Grace forced the full length seven inches out of her ass. The turd fell onto the floor with a very loud thud. Grace collapsed, her entire body flat against the floor. Her poor damaged asshole was completely spread open and pointing toward the ceiling. Half conscious, Grace could feel the cold air-conditioned air against the gaping walls of her bowels.

            “Look, you can see all the way up her ass!”

            Grace sighed in annoyance and fell asleep on the floor.

***

            Nicole, the cheerleading captain, wasn't trying to make it to the girl's restroom. She wasn't even in the same wing of the school. 

            Nicole saw Jasmine and the other girls and the attention they got as they rushed to the bathroom. Nicole felt her guts churn and let lose a great rippling fart. A small turd escaped her ass and fell into her bloomers. Nicole had made the horrible decision to not wear panties under her bloomers today.

            Nicole squeezed her ass shut and silenced her churning bowels through sheer, cold will. 

            I WILL NOT shit herself any further, she decided. And I WILL NOT make a fool of herself like the other girls.

            Instead, Nicole made her way to the gymnasium and the infrequently used restrooms that were part of a separate building behind the gym. There, she could shit in piece. 

            Sprinting across the grass to the door of the girl's restroom, the turd slid across her cheeks. Nicole cringed, there won't be any way to salvage these bloomers, and going completely commando in this mini skirt was not ideal. But she'll cross that bridge later, she decided, pushing on the door. Right now she needed to –

            The door wouldn't open.

            Gritting her teeth, Nicole slammed her body against the door and then gave it a few kicks for good measure.

            "YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" Nicole screamed.

            Her stomach churned. She couldn't hold it much longer, and she couldn't shit here on the grass. Someone, or then multiple someones, would see her and she wouldn't ever live it down.

            But then she got an idea.

            Nicole walked to the boys restroom on the other side of the building. The door was open, and Nicole creeped inside.

            The restroom was poorly lit with orange bulbs. It probably hadn't been cleaned since the 70s. There were sinks on one side of the restroom, and three stalls and a urinal trough on the other side of the room. 

            Nicole opened the first stall. The toilet seat was sealed, the commode completely wrapped in packing tape. In the second stall the toilet was completely missing, there was just a hole in the ground. A roach skittered into the hole as soon as Nicole opened the door.

            Nicole sighed, exasperated.

            "...um is someone there?"

            A quiet, scared voice said from the last stall.

            Nicole peeked under the stall door and saw a pair of skinny legs with a pair of gym shorts and boxers resting around his sneakers.

            Inside the stall, Peter was clutching his stomach. He had been in here since gym class with terrible stomach cramps.

            Nicole slammed her fist repeatedly on the door. "Get out of the stall! I need to go!"

            Peter’s guts tightened with anxiety and terror. A girl? Here?!

            "I... I can't move..."

            "FINE."

            Nicole crawled under the stall door, trying to touch the dirty linoleum as little as possible.

            "YOU! YOU CANT BE IN HERE" Peter shouted in shock, curling up in a ball and covering his crotch with his hands.

            Nicole pulled her bloomers down to her ankles and kicked them away. "I don't like this anymore than you do. Now get off the commode. This is your last chance."

            The stomach pains hit Peter again. He winced. " I can't."

            Nicole turned around, flipping her skirt up and exposed her thick, muscular asscheeks. They were stained with orange-y-brown streaks by her earlier accident.

            "Then move your hands."

            Peter's eyes bulged. The ass descended toward his lap...