April O'Neil's Accidental Toilet Torture

Leo and Raph each other in the training arena before coming together in a flurry of clashes, swords against sais. On the floor, Mikey lay flopped on his back, and the Game Boy in his hands beeped and buzzed.

Suddenly, Donnie ran into the room. He had smoke and grime from one of his experiments decorating his hands and face.

“Guys! You have to check out what I just invented!”

***

“So how is this supposed to work, exactly?” Leo asked.

“It works by warping space,” he said proudly. “We can use it to move much faster up through the pipes than looking for a manhole.”

The other turtles watched as Donnie lifted up the device, a wristwatch device covered in lights and sparking wires. He turned it on, and it seemed to distort the air around it, like a mirage.

Leo frowned with obvious concern on his face. Ralph, standing in the corner with his arms crossed, snorted dismissively. Mikey, though, leapt forward and snatched the device out of Donnie’s hand.

“Whoa! That’s unreal! Let’s see how this works!”

“Mikey, wait! I need to program the coordinates!” Donnie shouted, reaching out to grab the device from Mikey’s hand, but he was already leaping through the air toward the nearest pipe. Donnie’s hands grabbed at nothing as Mikey distorted, becoming thinner and rippling down into the pipe.

“THIS IS AWESOME DUUUuuuudddeesss…..” Mikey shouted, his voice becoming fainter as his body disappeared down the pipes…

***

April O’Neil walked very very quickly down the streets of New York. Cramping spasms radiated through her intestines, and a growing pressure was wriggling through her full butt.

PPRRRRBBTTTTT

A rippling fart escaped from her cheeks, and everyone on the crowded sidewalk turned to glare at the redfaced April with utter disgust or to hold their noses and protect their senses from the cloud of rotten butt stink. April ducked away from their gaze and into a nearby foodmart, immediately making a beeline for the restrooms at the back of the store.

April O’Neil pushed open the door to the women’s restroom. She squirmed on her tiptoes in her white boots. She stuck her ass out and winced; she clenched her ass tight, but the anchovy pizza she had earlier that day was fighting back against her butt with a vengeance. She walked briskly toward the first stall. Panicked sweat stains formed under her arms and in the seat of her yellow jumpsuit. Closing the door, she yanked at the zipper, pulling the jumpsuit off her shoulders, revealing her white bra. Her skin glistened, and her stomach gurgled, building twisting, sickening pressure, filling her colon.

“Come on, come on….” She muttered to herself.

April struggled with her belt, clinking and clanking with it before finally unfastening it. Then, she pulled down the jumpsuit past her waist. She was wearing a tiny white thong wedged up between her round, tanned cheeks.

Behind her, the toilet splashed, but April didn’t notice. She was too busy bending over, yanking her jumpsuit to her ankles, and presenting her ass to Mikey’s head as he emerged from the pipes, his head sitting right in the middle of the toilet bowl.

The toilet water drenched Mikey stared up in shock, stunned by April’s thong-clad sweaty butt pointed right at him. Her hands reached for the thong and tugged it free from her buttcrack and pulling it down her thighs. She gripped her asscheeks with her hands, spreading open her widening, winking asshole and her ginger-haired pink pussy.

Mikey struggled in the toilet bowl, total fear spreading across his face. His slack-jawed mouth moved to call out to April, but she slammed her ass down onto the bowl, inches from his face while at the same time pressing down on the handle of the toilet, filling Mikey’s mouth with gurgling toilet water – unintentionally muffling him as she tried to mask the sounds about to escape from her gurgling, overflowing ass-

SSSPPRRRRTTCCCCCHHHHH

Splattering waves of diarrhea burst out of April’s hole, hitting the gurgling, horrified Mikey right in the face with their steaming warmth and vile, rotten stench of anchovies and cheese.

“OUuuuhhhhh…” April moaned. Tension seemed to evaporate from her ass with each release of disgusting shit. Her eyes rolled back, with the electric bliss rising from her ass through her spine.

FFRRTTBBBBRRTTTT- SSPPRRRCCHH

Her cheeks vibrated, shaking and quaking from farting, shitting spasms. Fibrous muddy turds slopped out of April’s distended belching butt while her ass suffocated Mikey with her wet farts beneath her. Mikey’s eyes watered. He lived in the sewers, but even he had never experienced a smell this disgusting, this rancid.

April leaned forward. She could still feel something within her ass. Hands tightened into fists on her knees, she pushed. Her asshole rumbled and stretched and dilated over the trembling, buried Mikey.

SSSPRRAATTTT

Like a shotgun blast of shit, a final burst of wet liquid exploded out of April, painting her asscrack, and the entirety of the bowl with brown fallout.

April sighed. She stood up awkwardly with her jumpsuit around her ankles and ran toilet paper through her crack, scrapping all of the shit out from between her gorgeous buns. She deposited the dirty paper on top of the indistinguishable pile of poo filling the bowl, completely unaware that a mutant turtle was inside it. Pinching her nose with disgust at her own feces, April pressed the toilet lever, but it only made a dull, defeated CLUNK, completely broken.

Waving her hand in front of her face, April left the stall, but she was still completely refreshed, her ass light and comfy. She paused at the mirror on the way to the door, taking a second to adjust her hair and dab the sweat off her forehead before heading out.

April gone, the pile of shit and paper and toilet water gurgled and shifted. With enormous effort, Mikey finally crawled out of the toilet, the device his body warping to allow him passage out of the pipes.

Mikey flopped down onto the floor, defeated, disgusted, stunned, completely covered in wet, brackish shit, toilet paper clinging to his face.

“Maybe Donnie needs to scrap this one…” he muttered to himself.