[Patron Request] C.C.’s Van Wilder

A gender swapped version of the infamous Van Wilder diarrhea scene.

A giant can of laxative marked “Mega Colon Blow” was vigorously emptied into the spinning blender, mixing with the protein drink inside.

Jim held the blender up to his face and looked at the brown fluid with a big grin. He then slowly poured the butt-destroying concoction into a tall glass. Behind him, Jim’s girlfriend Tracey entered the kitchen, humming to herself. Jim had caught the bratty, obnoxious blond cheating, and it was time for a little payback.

“Northwestern University here I come!” she said, doing a clumsy little twisting dance in place, a smug smile plastered from ear to ear. “I am the shit!”

Jim chuckled. “You certainly will be,” he said under his breath.

Turning, he handed Tracey the glass.

“Oh, baby thank you,” Tracey said. She took the glass and took a long swallow.

“Mm-mmm!” she said, giving Jim a thumbs up.

“It’s about time you did something right,” she laughed.

Jim tried to smile, but it came out as a grimace. “Good luck honey,” he said, slapping her on her pert butt, playfully, but just a little bit too hard. “You deserve it.”

Tracey did a little gleeful bounce at the sudden impact across her rear. “Ooh!”

Her eyes followed Jim her walked away.

Drink in hand, she basked in the praise and took another gulp of the drink. She looked off into the middle distance, beaming. “I certainly do.”

***

Dozens of students sat in their chairs in the gymnasium, ready to take their medical school entrance exams. Tracey anxiously grabbed the exam sheet from the boy in front of her. She was wearing her preppiest outfit: a button-down white blouse, tight, green plaid mini skirt, a tacky orange sweater vest and white tights.

Looked down at the sheet but paused. Her stomach gurgled. Her eyes darted back to her butt, and she shifted in her chair. She looked up to a sign on the wall, which read “TWO HOURS ONLY! NO TALKING! NO BATHROOM BREAKS!”

Frowning, she returned to her paper, but her guts gurgled with a loud, rippling -

PPrrbbttTT

The fart burst out of her asshole, surprising her. Tracey slouching in her chair. Growing horror spread across her face, which was becoming paler and paler. The urge, the weight of the shifting contents of her stomach was spreading down in sickening waves. Popping, shifting farts were moving down her colon, racing to her ass planted on the hard wooden chair. She squinted trying to hold in the next wave of hot, rancid gas, but her butt kept farting.

PPPHHrrbBB

Sweat started to pour down Tracey’s forehead. The other students turned with growing horror at the source of the belching sewage farts. She could feel the warm wetness of her farts clinging to crack, the moisture between her now sweating buttcheeks bound in her skirt and tights and panties.

Tracey gasped. She twitched in her seat. Her stomach somersaulted while cramping pain stung and prodded at seemingly random points throughout her intestines.

PPrrrBBbbbbBBB

She breathed in and out, slowly, trying to calm her full, twisting guts and stop her shoes from tapping on the floor. She clenched her ass, trying to will it into silence.

PPHHRRTTT

A high-pitched fart echoed throughout the gym, escaping between her clenching cheeks followed immediately by more gurgling.

Tracey bit her lip. Panic filled her face. Her body was tensing up like a spring. Pencil clenched in her clawed hand, she started filling out the exam paper as fast as she could, writing down C for every answer.

PrRRBTT!!

“uhlll…” Tracey whimpered. She looked around the exam room with growing, animal desperation. The gurgling, the pain, the urge, the shifting weight that suddenly felt so very very huge in her rectum was becoming stronger. The walls of her bowels wrestled against it, desperately, but it was so strong and it burned the inside of her guts with a merciless intensity. Her armpits and back were drenched with sweat. Her heavily hair sprayed curls were wilting.

“uhhh-aah!” she gasped, not making words, but unintelligible whimpering noises. She waddled as fast as she could out of her desk and to the table at the front of the gym. Dropping her test, she turned and waddled at full speed out the room. Her knees knocked together, and her hands gripped at her ass. The cramping pain spreading through her was so strong that her ass cheeks and the surface of her belly felt sore. Her face was squinting, straining, but she couldn’t stop her gurgling, belching ass.

Phrrrbb-fRTbbt-FFrrbb

The other students turned to watch her leave.

PHHRttTTTT

Halfway to the door, a louder fart burst through, and Tracey buckled for a second like she had gotten punched in the gut, her ass sticking out for a second before she rushed forward still doubled over.

***

Tracey rushed through the university halls. Her hands were waving in front of her. Her back was arched. Her shit was prodding at her backdoor. Sweat was running down her tights, and her ass felt like a wet swamp. Her mouth was wide open in pain. She was almost through the hall when an arm reached out and caught her arm.

“Tracey! I was just talking about you!” it was Dr. Ferguson, Tracey’s professor and mentor.

Tracey’s face contorted into a smile. Her stomach gurgled, but the familiar face forced her guts to regain a moment, a glimmer of control. She nodded, unable to say anything. Her skinny legs wobbled in her skirt.

“Surprise! I’m on your exam board! Hey look, come on in here! I want you to meet your future alumni!”

Tracey chuckled. Her limp, weak finger pointed off down the hall to where the restrooms were, but Dr. Ferguson took her by the arm and led her into his office.

“No, come on! It’s a great time!” he said. “Look everyone, it’s Tracey!”

Tracey’s mouth was flapping up and down like a fish. Her left eye twitched. Her skin shone with her sweat. Her stomach twisted and flipped and gurgled threateningly. Dr. Ferguson clapped his hand on her shoulder, and it was only through the steel grip of her ass that she didn’t shit her tights in that instant.

Three men and a woman were in the office, dressed in their most expensive suits. They looked so completely professional standing in front of the short, sweating young student.

“Finished her exam in twenty minutes!” Dr. Ferguson said. “This kid is a dynamo!”

Placing his arm on her back, Dr. Ferguson nearly pushed her into the center of the room.

Her seizing, screaming guts gurgled and quaked.

“Tracey, I want you to meet Dr. Stern, Dr. Long…” Mr. Ferguson said introducing Tracey to the woman and man standing to the right of the room. She shook their hands meekly.

Dr. Stern was a statuesque brunette. Her long business skirt clung to her wide hips and her low blouse showed off her soft cleavage. She shook Tracey’s hand with a curt nod.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Bagge,” Dr. Long said with a smile. A tall Asian man, he was spreading smile radiated charisma. He raised his eyebrows. The smooth, husky sound of his voice was breathtaking. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“hnhng!” Tracey responded. “BblggBBllbb,” her stomach gurgled, even louder this time. She clenched up her jaw, looking like some sort of diseased bulldog.

“And Dr. Brown!” Dr. Ferguson said, steering her to the other man on her left. And older man, her pumped her arm up and down as he shook it, shaking her to her core, jostling the horrors in her guts her body could barely contain. “This is all something of a formality. We really just want to get to know you.”

“hhhnnn…” she whimpered.

She closed her fluttering eyelids. Her lips twisted. The other doctors looked at each other with confusion, but still smiling cheerfully. She turned her head to Dr. Ferguson. Her burning ass couldn’t contain it any longer. The pressure was building like a firehose and her poor asshole was the nozzle.

“Are you all right? You look like you want to get something out?” Dr. Ferguson asked.

Pushing past the doctors, Tracey made a beeline for the trashcan next to the next. Her face was twisted with defeat and grim acceptance. The doctors watched her, still smiling, but their smiles faded as Tracey, her hips twisting, hooked her thumbs into her skirt and yanked her skirt and tights and panties to her ankles, presenting her round, trembling naked little ass to the assembled doctors before slamming her butt down into the trashcan.

PPHHSSSBBRRRTTBBRRRBBB!!!!

Her ass exploded, belching sewage like a cannon into the trashcan. She fell into it, her trembling naked legs hooked over the side, the rim of the trashcan pressing into her thighs. Horrified animal piss sprayed out of her pussy and hissed against the trashcan.

“OH MY GOD!” Dr. Ferguson shouted. Dr. Stern covered her mouth with her hand and turned away. The other doctors could only watch in horror.

“RRRRRRAAAA!!!” Tracey screamed. Her head lifted up and her eyes grew wide as her body convulsed. She pushed with every atom of her body, burning, violent diarrhea racing through her body, sliding across every surface of her guts, spurting out of her already sore hole, and echoing across the metal walls of her makeshift toilet.

SSPPRRLLSSSRRBBBTTTSSPPRRTTTTT

The vile hellstench was already filling the small office. The meaty, bittersweet, noxious fumes rising up from Tracey’s half naked, vibrating body like a storm.

PPHHRRTBBB!!! PPHRRRBBBTT!!!

She clenched and pushed, more solid chunks spurting out of her, stretching her hole and thudding against the bottom of the toilet with airy farty explosions. She gripped the desk with one hand, looking ridiculous, her body folded ass first into the trashcan, shuddering, spasming with each turd bursting through her.

PPHHRRBBBT!!

“It’s vile!” Dr. Long gasped. He turned away from the scene.

“ITBurns!!” Tracey gasped.

“OOAAHHHH~~!!!” she squealed like an opera singer, her face contorting as a bout of liquid, fiery gasoline shit like violated her hole.

SPPRRLLCCHHH!!!

“AAAIEEEEE!!!!”

“MM-MMNNMM!!” shaking her head and covering her mouth, Dr. Stern ran on her tapping heels to a nearby window. She flung it open and shoved the upper half of her body through the open window, bending over the sill, her boobs hanging down, almost spilling out of her blouse.

BBLEEAAGGHHH

Dr. Long and Dr. Brown turned from the shitting student to their coworker bent over the sill, her fat ass pointing them, her legs dangling as she bent over as much as possible and emptied herself out the window. Dr. Ferguson still couldn’t pull himself away from the horror Stacey was unleashing upon his trashcan.

PPRRBBSSPPLLTCCHBBBB

“OHHH! OH I THINK I’M BLEEDING!” Tracey gasped, squinting and trembling. An especially girthy log filled her ass, punching its way out of her from the inside, stretching her to her limits.

“OOUGGGHHH!!!!” Tracey screamed, the log slorping through her strained ass with a mighty

GGLLLRRRRTTTCCCHH