The Soccer Girls' Sewage Shower Prank

The college girls' soccer team heads to the showers, but what they don't know is the water and sewage lines have been switched and their Gatorade was laced with powerful laxatives...

                "All right girls, strip! I want to see some naked behinds! And no wasting time in the shower!" The coach said in the doorway to the locker room, clapping her hands together.

                The girls soccer team was already stripping, chattering amongst themselves as loose, sweat drenched jerseys and shorts were removed and placed in the laundry bin for later washing. Sports bras were unfastened and removed, leaving naked boobs to bounce free. Panties were rolled down and stepped out of as a dozen naked, chattering soccer players entered the showers through the door at the far end of the locker room, padding across the floor on bare feet.

                The old-fashioned shower room was essentially a long hallway, tiled from floor to ceiling, with the door to the locker room on one end and a fire exit on the other. Shower heads lined the walls on either side with soap dispensers and shampoo dispensers next to each head. There were no separators or stalls; whoever designed the shower room in the seventies apparently didn't believe in privacy. The girls had gotten somewhat used to it over the years, although the narrow hallway still felt somewhat cramped and embarrassing. Hooks to hang towels were attached to the wall between each showerhead. The towels themselves were usually stored in a large wireframe cart by the door, folded nice and clean, but for some reason they were missing today.

                "Hey, where are the towels?"

                "Did they forget to put them in?"

                Anne didn't care. She needed to get the grease and sweat and dirt off her body now. She went to the middlemost shower head and turned the faucet, sighing as the warm water slowly enveloped her body and steam filled the room. She hunched forward slightly, dipping her head and making sure that the water got deep in her scalp. Her fingertips dug into the roots, feeling the grease of her unwashed, dark, shoulder length hair. She pressed the shampoo dispenser, and nothing happened. She squinted and pressed the soap dispenser. Nothing. She rudely reached across Cris at the shower head next to her - her hand almost colliding with Cris's massive boobs - and tried the other dispensers.

                "Hey!" Cris said, protecting her large nipples with her hands.

                The other dispensers were empty. Anne looked around the showers in confusion. Something wasn't right here. She was interrupted, however, by a dangerous gurgling deep in her gut.

                Meanwhile, at the door leading back into the locker rooms, Angela, a shorter girl, was tugging at the doorknob.

                "It's stuck!"

                "What do you mean it's stuck!"

                "Stop playing around."

                A crowd of cramped naked clamoring women was awkwardly huddled around the door, trying to respect each other's personal space while also get close enough to see what was happening.

                At the back of the crowd, Vera was almost hopping up and down on her feet, clutching at her gut. A bigger girl, she was taller than all of the other soccer players, and had the largest ass, which jiggled as she squirmed.

                "Come on, open the door! I need to go!" She said, her voice gaining a more panicked tone.

                PHHHBBBBTTTT

                The most toxic fart filled the entirety of the steaming, small shower room. Vera's asscheeks rippled and flapped against each other, the flabby brown globes of flesh shaking like an earthquake was rumbling deep within them.

                "OHMYGOD!"

                "WHAT THE FUCK, VERA?!"

                "I'M SORRY!"

                The soccer players awkwardly tried to make way for Vera, pushing and bumping and moving past each other, trying not to make eye contact and keep their hands covering themselves.

                Angela's hands frantically beat against the door. "COACH! COACH, OPEN THE DOOR! PLEASE, VERA NEEDS TO GO!"

                Outside, the coach was nowhere to be found. The locker room was completely empty except for the stinky, discarded uniforms and underwear.

                Under the shower room, though, someone else heard their terrified screams. In one of the maintenance hallways in the basement of the college athletic building, Devon and Lucas were turning a large wrench connected to a jerry-rigged connection of pipes and valves.

                "Is it starting? How is it starting?" Lucas asked.

                "It's not starting, we haven't opened the valve yet," Devon said with a smirk. "I just slipped some laxatives in their Gatorade, to make sure that it gets extra gross."

                Lucas grinned. They were both players on the college's boys soccer team. Last week, the girls pulled what they thought was a hilarious prank by stealing the boy's shorts. Without shorts, and with a coach that didn't care about their embarrassment, the boys were forced to play in their jockstraps, naked asses hanging out for all to see. That is, until one of the players’ jockstraps broke, and then, so that all the boys were still in uniform, it was decided by the referees that all of the boys should play half-naked.

                The televised game of the bottomless soccer boys had obviously caused extreme embarrassment for the players, who still got snickers whenever they passed anyone in the halls. Lucas suffered the most. As the MVP of the game, he was interviewed after the game and was forced to stand half naked and answer questions for what felt like an eternity. This, though, would be revenge tenfold.

                Devon and Lucas turned the wrench and there was a click and a hiss.

                Above, all of the shower heads suddenly sprung to life, hot water hissing and scalding the women, who shrieked and screamed like cats at the sudden heat. Then, it stopped.

                All off the girls looked suspiciously at the showerheads, shivering and drenched. All except Vera, who was squeezing her buttcheeks together, squinting with full, desperate concentration. Below, Lucas and Devon turned another valve. The pipes shuddered. The girls squinted at their shower heads, which began to rumble, louder and louder.

                SSSPPLLLLTTTTSSSHHHH

                Sewage, pure rotten feces, exploded from the showerheads at full blast, coating all of the girls in horrific slimy goo. The girls screamed, slipping and sliding across the now slick floor, trying to stay upright, squeezing their eyes shut, grabbing at the faucets in desperation, sputtering and spitting, but turning the faucets didn't stop the sewage. At the same time Vera exploded. Fresh liquid shit rocketed out of her asshole and painted the floor, she groaned like an animal and the girls screamed louder. Anne flattened herself against a wall, the overwhelming rotten stink of feces and farts and sewage wrecking her own pressured guts like a jackhammer; she squashed her boobs against the wall, pulled her asscheeks apart and released a coiling gooey splatter of a turd against the tiled floor. The girls screamed louder, all of them now grabbing at their stomachs as the laxative was jumpstarted by the horrific stench and splattering farting sounds of exploding assholes. Personal space forgotten, they squirmed and wriggled around and past each other in a panic. Phoebe, a slim girl with ginger pixie cut hair, her entire body normally covered in freckles but right now spattered with shit, ran towards the door while grabbing her stomach. But her foot slipped, and she fell forward into Vera's shitting, squishy buttcheeks, taking a load of diarrhea right to the face. Vera was knocked down with a wet thud, still shitting, clambering back to her feet while sewage still rained down on them. Phoebe sobbed and screamed under her, wrestling under the weight of the much bigger girl who was spraying her with an unending stream of shit. And then Phoebe couldn't hold her own shit. She crumpled into a squat like a dog, screaming "WHHHYYY" while forcing a massive, spiky, rocky shit out of her skinny ass while sewage and diarrhea slimed her head and back, completely coating her.

                All of the other girls exploded at about the same time, spraying diarrhea out of their sweaty, sewage-stained butts. Hot, wet sputtering farts filled the steaming air, mixing with the panicked animal screams and sobs of the girls and the hiss of the sewage shower heads. The girls grabbed at their asses, bumping against each other, knocking each other down in the small, hallway-like space, spraying shit onto each other, scrambling and squirming on top of each other in a frenzied shitting mass. Boobs and butts and bellies and thighs jiggled and slapped and thudded against each other and the floor as the girls slipped and the slid and sprayed and struggled and wrestled. Their bare feet found stability for only a second before falling on their faces, shit erupting up like a fountain, only for another woman to fall on top of them or knock them down.

                All except Anne, who gripped her shower faucet like a lifeline, trying desperately not to get dragged down into the naked squirming shitting waves of women behind her. She sobbed, the molten gooey farting turds forcing her asshole open and violating her in reverse no matter how hard she clenched. Suddenly the fire alarm went off, the blaring alarm adding to the cacophony of shitty, poopy, farting, screaming madness. Anne, with sudden realization, turned, and saw the fire exit.

                "The fire exit!" She screamed, immediately gargling sewage and sputtering and spitting. But the other girls heard her, and all of them made a mad dash through the sewage to the door, still slipping and falling over each other, but now toward possible salvation.

                The girls all threw themselves against the door at once, and it flew open, their bodies spilling through onto the grass. Their relief and freedom to be out of the hell hallway they called a shower room was short-lived as they realized they had an audience.

                The entire campus was outside the athletic building, gathered by the fire alarm. The student population gasped and laughed and gagged and recorded the girls soccer team as they fell out of the door. The girls were completely unrecognizable, completely coated from head to toe in shit and sewage, sobbing, wriggling, pathetic naked wrecks, some still farting and shitting, and squatting on the grass in front of everyone to fully and desperately empty their bowels.

                As the girls slowly got to their feet, humiliated, defeated, covering their boobs as best they could with one arm, and their crotches with the other, shivering and wet, the coach tried her best to cover her smirking face with her hand.

                "All right, let's try to get you girls cleaned up."

***

                Palms against the brick, legs spread, the girls stood against the back of the athletic building. Eyes to the sky, they tried to avoid looking at the many grinning students who gathered to watch the show, their very public final humiliation. They shivered with embarrassment and terror and also just because they were very cold.

                "AIEE!!" Angela yelped. The coach stood behind the line of girls with a water hose, spraying their naked bodies as a make-shift shower. Angela squirmed and danced, the cold high-pressure water hissing across her back, hitting it with tremendous force, the shit falling off her pale body in waves. The other girls held their positions, not looking forward to being sprayed but still desperate to get the shit off their body.

                "It's not that cold! Chin up!" The coach said. Angela bit her lip, but still squirmed against the water.

                "Now, spread 'em open! You don't want an infection!"

                Whimpering and soaking wet, Angela bent over and spread open her asscheeks, revealing her shit caked ass crack and spread, shit-covered pussy. As she tugged at her cheeks, her pussy lips peeled apart, the bright pinkness of her vagina exposed to all. She quaked in terror. The other girls looked at her and then looked away, all feeling sympathetic fright in their own pussies.

                Bending down slightly, the coach mercilessly aimed the high pressure, torturous stream of ice-cold water right up into Angela's pussy and asshole.

                "AAAAAIIEEEEEE!!!!" Angela's screams of utter, violated humiliation echoed across the campus.