Sister Angeline's Diarrhea Disaster

Sister Angeline stepped through the halls of the University of her Perpetual Annoyance. The students - all in uniform - stopped chattering near their lockers as she passed through the hall. Sister Angeline forced her lips to remain stoic, fighting back a smug grin over the power her presence had over them. She walked briskly, but also lightly. The swishing of her nun's habit made more noise than her shoes on the marble floors. 

She turned a corner, entering the restroom. 

The small restroom was very old, dating back to when the school was first built in the seventies. There only three stalls illuminated by the flickering orange bulbs over the sinks. 

Sister Angeline glared at the restroom in disgust. She hitched her habit up, so that it did not touch the dirty linoleum. She the first stall, face contorting with disgust at what she saw.

The toilet was overflowing, wads of shit-streaked toilet paper filled the bowl, a nest on top of a swirling mass of feces. The toilet paper roll was empty. Whoever used the bowl last had taken every last bit of paper. 

Covering her nose, Sister Angeline made her way to the second stall, which was cleaner, but far less functional: the toilet was out of order. Enormous amounts of masking tape were binding the seat to the bowl in an attempt to stop everyone from using it, no matter how urgent their need may be. 

The last toilet was mainly clean, but the seat was splattered with haphazard splashes of lukewarm piss. Someone had been hover squatting. 

"It will have to do," Sister Angeline growled under her breath. 

She took the paper from the roll, gently folded it with slender fingers, and put layer after layer on top of the piss covered seat. 

"They dare call themselves women," Sister Angeline muttered to herself. "Spraying their- their urine like feral cats!"

The toilet covered in a little cushion of paper, Sister Angeline reached under her skirt and pulled down her bloomers. Absurd, old-fashioned undergarments, the other teachers teased her for wearing them, but Sister Angeline said that they were a necessary part of the uniform. She then pulled down her panty hose and plain white panties. All of her underthings pulled down to her ankles, Sister Angeline hitched up her skirt, slip, and petticoat, exposing her skinny, pale legs, toothpick legs which had not seen the sun for days. Then, she very slowly, with grace for a nonexistent audience, lowered herself onto the commode. 

The light trickle of urine filled the restroom. Sister Angeline closed her eyes and tilted her head up toward the ceiling and, in her mind, heaven. 

CA-BLAMM

Sister Angeline lost her balance on the toilet as the bathroom door was slammed open. She struggled for her tiny, skinny ass to not lose its balance and fall into the bowl. 

Heavy footfalls slammed on the tiled floor. The first stall was opened and there was a soft thump and the creak of porcelain as a heavy butt fell onto the overflowing toilet seat. 

"Is that... a man?" Sister Angeline thought in primal terror. Her knees clamped together, and she made herself as small as possible on the toilet. Her pee stream increased from a small trickle to a panicked, hissing spray.

"OOOUGGHHHHH" the mystery occupant moaned, a woman's voice, but certainly not lady-like, Sister Angeline thought. 

SSSPPPRRRTTLLCCCHH!! SPLLPPPssPPLLPPPLLP

Sister Angeline covered her mouth and nose in horror. The slopping, splashing sounds of a violent, massive bowel movement were deafening. And the smell! The acidic, burning, rotten smell was overwhelming, even two stalls over. The putrid stink of muddy shit was suffocating. It was, Sister Angeline, thought, the smell of sin, in its purist form. 

"OHHHH OHH GODDD...!!!" The voice moaned, her outcry immediately followed by the sputtering spray of diarrhea. 

Sister Angeline, turning pale and green in the horrific stink, felt her eyebrows knit together with righteous rage. 

This disgusting female anime dare takes the good Lord's name in vain while spraying sin from her no doubt blasphemous behind!? HOW DARE HER!

Sister Angeline's fuming was interrupted by her gagging on the toilet, another wave of stink somehow penetrating the stall walls. Paralyzed by the stench, Sister Angeline looked toward the ceiling, AKA heaven, and prayed. Please God, please deliver me from this vile room, from the torture of this heathenous intestines!

As if answering her, the occupant in the other stall stood up - Sister Angeline could hear the clinking of a belt buckle - and stomped out, without even washing her hands!

Sister Angeline folded up a square of toilet paper, very dense, and then lightly dabbed herself, barely touching her own pussy. She pulled her bloomers and other undergarments back on and quickly tried to exit the restroom, but when she saw the state of the first toilet, she grabbed at the crucifix around her next and screamed, a pure plaintive wail of pure horror.

The toilet was overflowing, diarrhea and brown, slimy logs spilled over the side. THE bowl gurgled like an angry living thing. The paper that filled it before was all but covered in inhuman feces, painted by the rectal sin of the heavy-footed assailant. 

Sister Angeline gripped the sink for support. It was then that she remembered the empty toilet roll. She did not just destroy this toilet, but she did so without wiping, ruining the University uniform, no doubt! 

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next period, and soon, Sister Angeline's class. Her face tightened into steely resolve. 

Oh Lord I will find this sinner on campus and punish her accordingly!

***

"Good morning class!" Sister Angeline said, entering the room.

"Good morning, Sister Angeline..." the class muttered with various levels of enthusiasm. It was the fourth week of the semester, and they were getting tired of answering Sister Angeline like grade school students. But if they didn't... well the last student to protest didn't sit right for days.

Sister Angeline paced around the class. She seemed off today, electric. Her eyes were wide in a frenzy and her fingers twitched. She swooped to her desk and picked up a yardstick, gripping it in her long fingers like a sword. A few students squirmed in their seats, fearing for the safety of their rears. 

"Today class, we're going to play a little game. You see, there was a disgusting accident in one of the restrooms, and justice must be... delivered...." her mouth coiled around the last word, a low, almost seductive growl that left many students flushed and looking around the class in confused arousal.

Sister Angeline stalked down the rows of students. She paused over each woman, before leaning down and sniffing them, searching for the tell-tale scent of a vile, muddy bottom. The women cowered under her pointy, snoofing nose, confused, and in some cased very obviously turned on by the nun's closeness and her vicious, hungry energy. 

Sister Angeline paused over the frizzy head of Bernadette. Her eyes widened. She snoofed again. Bernadette looked around the room for help, shrinking slowly in her chair. The other students refused to meet her gaze.

"Stand up!" 

Shuddering, Bernadette stood up. She was wearing the school's uniform, a plain white blouse and a pleated, plaid skirt, but the skirt was hitched up higher than her waist to show off more of her muscular legs. 

The yardstick reached out, a probing rectangular finger, slowly lifting up Bernadette's skirt. The rest of the class gasped. Students craned their necks to try and get a better look at Bernadette's slowly exposed panties, each delicious inch coming into view. They were the school panties, plain, white, simple briefs, but that didn't make them any less intoxicating, especially as they seemed too small for Bernadette's round, squishy butt. The white cotton was stretched over her cheeks, tightening around their most squishiness. Benadette's knees knocked together, to terrified to react, but Sister Angeline put the yard stick down and reached out with her fingers, and, instead, grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them away from her delicious cocoa colored ass. 

Chairs scraped across the floor in frantic horniness, the majority of the class shameless trying to get a peek at Bernadette's cheeks. Sister Angeline ignored them. She peered down into the soft canyon of Bernadette's trembling, jiggling butt, and she frowned. 

It smelled of sweat and body odor, but they were clean.

SNAPP

Sister Angeline let go of the waistband, letting it snap back against Bernadette's butt. 

"Yow!" Bernadette yelped.

"You can sit down," Sister Angeline said, moving away. 

"But do try to shower more frequently," she added.

Shrinking with shame, Bernadette flipped her skirt back down and lowered herself onto her chair. 

Sister Angeline passed by student after student. She was nearing the end of the class the last row, where Masie was sitting, staring at her with arms crossed and her legs on the table. Sister Angeline almost snarled at her like a wild animal. Masie was wearing slacks, instead of the skirt, which was allowed, but Sister Angeline deeply frowned upon. She was bulky and wide, a tall woman whose boxy frame was filled with curves that threatened the stability of her uniform. Her blond hair was cut very short, nearly a buzzcut and a piercing decorated her left nostril. 

"The way of Satan is apparent in this one," Sister Angeline thought. 

She approached, slowly, but immediately recoiled when she was three feet away from Masie. The smell! The unmistakable smell of shit. The same smell from when she was trapped in the small stall, forced to inhale the smell of this one's disgusting, sinful buttocks! The smell was rising from her fat, seated ass in a cloud. Sister Angeline gripped her crucifix and pointed the yardstick at Masie, her voice breaking into a wail:

"IT IS YOUUUU!"

Masie blushed, accentuating the subtle freckles running across her nose and under her eyes. 

"FIne. It's me. I didn't wipe. There was no paper. Is that such a big deal?"

The class snickered. A few let out childish "ewwwsss" at the revelation.

Sister Angeline and Masie ignored them.

"You have violated the university dress code with your disgusting feces and you have broken the basic sanctity of human decency with your shameful, sinful, VILE, defecation! AND NOW, you must REMOVE! YOUR! PANTS!"

Sister Angeline's shook the yard stick at Masie's nose. Masie arched an eyebrow. She scoffed. 

"I'm not going to-"

WHACRACCKK

The yardstick cracked against Masie's desk, and she jumped. Pinching her nose, Sister Angeline leaned in, speaking to Masie's face with a squeaky duck voice. 

"REMOVE YOUR PANTS MASIE FITZPATRICK!"

Masie swallowed hard. All eyes were on her. She stood and unbuckled her slacks. The pants slowly fell down her thick, freckled thighs. Someone wolf whistled as her white panties, but old and stinky and discolored by days of sweat and discharge came into view. The seat of the panties, taut over Masie's square ass was muddy with line of sweat and shit running down her filthy asscrack. 

"OHMYGOD!" someone said. 

"IT'S DISGUSTING!"

"We will not be taking the Lord's name in vain!" Sister Angeline said. "Masie! Move to the front of the class!"

Masie, her face growing redder and redder looked down at the floor as she made her way to the front of the classroom. Students held their fingers over their noses to taunt her filthy butt and she passed. 

Masie stood at the front of the class. She placed her hands on the whiteboard and leaned against it. Through her panties, the class could see her buttcheeks clench with terror. She knew what was coming next. Or at least, she thought she did. 

Sister Angeline wiggled the yard stick in the air. She looked at Masie standing in front of her, the disgusting, shitting Masie, and a wicked grin slowly spread across her face. 

"The panties too."

The class gasped. Their shocked faces swiveled to look at each other, completely in disbelief of what they had just heard. 

Masie, her hands violently trembling, gripped the waistband and slowly lowered the filthy panties, revealing her giant naked freckled bottom, before stepping out of them. Her asscrack was completely muddy, dripping with wet, rancid, unwiped shit. The dark brown poo was a stark contrast from her pale skin. A single line of shit ran down the curve of her left buttcheek, down her thigh. 

Masie's hands were covering her pussy, desperate to protect her modesty.

Sister Angline was grinning now, practically laughing at her exposed shame, the inky sin still dripping down her legs, proof of her transgressions against herself, the school, and the Lord. 

"Hands against the wall and spread your legs," she said. 

Entire body jiggling with fear, Masie faced the wall, uncovered her pussy, and spread her legs apart. The students craned their necks to see Masie's pussy, a choice few catching a glimpse of the lips between her legs covered by wispy blond hair.

WHACCCKKK

The yardstick collided with Masie's ass with a thunderous slap, shaking her entire body. Masie bit her lip and her eyes watered. The impact shook droplets of shit from her butt and onto the floor while also leaving a bright red band across her cheeks. 

WHACCKKKK

WHACCCKKKK

WHACCccCKK

WHACCCKKKK

Like a woman possessed, Sister Angeline swung the yardstick like a whip, harder and harder against Masie's poor ass. Globs of leftover shit fell from her ass and splattered against the floor as Masie whimpered and yelped and howled with each impact. 

"OWwwwEEEEaAIIEE"

"staaaaaAAAHHAAPPP!"

"PLLEeEEEssEE!!"

Masie seemed to crumple under the blows, grabbing her stomach, bending over, not caring how much it exposed of her ass and her pussy.

PPHHRRRTTTT

She farted, blowing toxic gas at the front row of students, all of which physically recoiled, shouting with anger and horror. It was enough to make Sister Angeline pause her whipping. 

"please.... I need to gooOOoo...." Masie whimpered. 

"A likely story!" Sister Angeline mocked. 

WHA-CRACKKKK

But this impact was followed by a horrific: SPLurrRrRTTTT as a ropey, semisolid turd spurted out of Masie's striped, tomato red, swollen ass. She buckled under the force of her defecation, sticking her butt out, presenting herself, the turd dangling like a ridiculous tail for a second before it hit the floor with disgusting splatters, coiling over itself as it unspooled out of Masie's guts. A long line of trickling piss ran from Masie's pussy and down her legs, splashing against the floor and immediately forming a puddle. 

The class stared in shock at the doubled over, trembling, still pissing Masie and her winking, dilating asshole. Sister Angeline glared at the pile of shit on the floor with burning rage.

"Masie! Clean this up at once! And you can forget about wearing anything below the waist for the rest of the day!"

The bottomless, humiliated Masie could only sniffle in defeat. 

***

Sister Angeline was not walking down the halls with her usual air of superiority. She was running, a full speed sprint, sweat dripping down her face. The students looked at her with surprise, the black blur of a habit racing through the halls, shoes clattering across the floor like a tap dance routine. 

She turned the corner and barreled into the bathroom. Inside, she clutched her gurgling stomach. The twisting, painful, pressure shook her very guts. Her asshole clenched in fear at the liquid onslaught at the gates. 

"WHy WHY is this happening to me?!"  Sister Angeline gasped. 

A tiny, silent, but horrific fart squeezed out of her tightening anus. She ran through the restroom into the last stall. She tore at her bloomers with frantic urgency. They fell onto the wet, humid tiles. She yanked at her tights, the material ripping under her nails. She lifted her skirts up and slammed her ass down on the toilet. 

"Ouh!" Sister Angeline grit her teeth in horror. The wetness of piss greeted her ass. She squirmed on the bowl, trying not to scream, still clenching. She tightened her hands into little fists, trying not to think about the wetness, trying to slowly unclench her butt and gently, like a lady, release into the bowl. 

SSSPPPTTCHHHRRCCCHHHHHHH

"AH!" Sister Angeline squeaked. A massive bursting log tore open her asshole, widening it to never before experienced lengths, hitting the bowl with a massive thud as it ran through her. 

"Ouhhhhlllll," Sister Angeline shuddered. She doubled over, grabbing at her knees, overcome by the feeling of orgasmic release from the log sliding through her guts, and at the same time deeply ashamed of her body's involuntary reaction. 

She rocked on butt, sweating in her primal, full-body shit. The turd slowly grew slimmer, slimier, spurting out of her farting asshole with rancid splortching farts. A spray of high-pressure piss hit the front of the bowl with violent intensity. The wimple on her head clung to her forehead, sweat broke out across her scalp. 

Shaking, Sister Angeline pulled it off her head, exposing her ginger hair tied up in impossibly tight French braids.

"Forgive me father," Sister Angeline gasped, shaking. 

Sister Angeline could imagine the horrors beneath her, the waste birthed from her own ass. She wiggled around while shitting, growing increasingly anxious. Finally, she reached behind her and yanked on the toilet lever again and again. 

The water swirled and Sister Angeline felt a tug... at her waist?!

She turned behind her and gasped. Her skirt and slip had fallen into the bowl behind her and were being pulled down into the shitty, swirling, flushing miasma!

"NooOOOoo!" she wailed. 

With panic and will power, she clenched her ass and stood up, grabbing at her precious habit, trying to pull it free from the toilet, which to her looked like a shitty portal to hell. The water was filled with spinning ropey turds, a brown swamp of gooey shit. 

"Please God, please I am begging you!"

SSSHHHRRIPPPPP

"AaAAIIIEEE!"

SIster Angeline screamed, falling down on her butt, her entire habit torn from her and consumed by the hungry toilet. She covered her crotch. She was only wearing a white wire bra and crucifix. Her underwear was a tangled mess around her ankles. 

She watched in shell-shocked horror as the toilet, becoming nauseous from her habit, began to gurgle and overflow. All of her shit, an impossible amount, came rising back up in a brown sea. Turds and chunks splashed onto the floor, their impact like wet gunshots. 

"OH nOOO!" Sister Angeline wailed. She pulled her feet free, kicking off her bloomers, throwing the stall door open and scrambling outside. As she moved, though, her stomach shifted, and a burning sensation filled her rectum. 

Sister Angeline grabbed at her tiny buttcheeks. Her head spun around in panic. There was no time! The sink!

Sister Angeline jumped onto the sink and pushed. 

SSPLLLPPAAPPSSPPLLSSSSH

Liquid, bright hot diarrhea chunks exploded out of her stretched open hole, splashing across the sink and painting the mirror behind her. Naked except for her bra and her panties and torn hose around her ankles, Sister Angeline's porcelain skin glistened with sweat. Her face was bright red, teeth bared, grunting to try and push the last of the sin out of her rectum. 

"URRGGGGHHhh!"

Her asshole distended and opened even wider, emptying stream after stream of shit into the rapidly-filling sink. The small, trimmed flower of her mound flexed from the sheer force of her pushing, and slowly, a long white sticky strand of discharge was forced out of her vagina, dangling like mucus on her flared pink lips before dribbling down into the sink.

"HOLY SHIT!"

Sister Angeline's hear stopped. She felt like she might die. She opened one eye and stared at Masie. The student was watching her with sadistic glee, recording her phone in one hand while the other hand was shoved down the front of her pants. This hand was moving rhythmically and was making soft, wet sounds. 

Sister Angeline's soul burned with incomprehensible humiliation and rage. Her mouth twisted, unable to find words. Her brain unable to process. 

Masie pulled her hand free from her pants.

"Let's get a better look at you!" she said. 

"NO! Wait! Please!" Sister Angeline tried to push Masie away, but the larger student grabbed at her ankles. Sister Angeline could feel the slickness from Masie's hand as it curled around her. 

"NOOO!" Sister Angeline shouted. 

Masie forced her backwards into the sink, lifting her legs up, presenting her shitting asshole and sticky, discharge coated pussy to the camera, every inch, every detail, every secret exposed and recorded forever.

Masie grinned, "Time for some payback!"

***

"MMmmMMNN!"

Sister Angeline stumbled, pushed out of the bathroom and into the crowded halls. The students gasped in shock. She was completely nude. Her small boobs bounced free, their nipples erect and pointed. Her mouth was filled with the part of her pantyhose, gagged. Her skinny ankles were tied together with the other part of her pantyhose. Her entire ass and the backs of her thighs were coated into the shit of her own making. 

The students pointed between her legs. Her crucifix was shoved up her pussy. The top half of the cross poked out from her parted lips and the necklace dangled between her legs like an enormous tampon string. Slime and juices dripped down the metal cross and onto the floor. 

"MMPPHHHMMM!" Sister Angeline screamed, hopping forward before falling right on her face, her violated, shit-covered bottom half sticking up in the air.

SPPRRRPPPPPP

With one last belching fart, a long snake-y shit arced out of Sister Angeline's heaven-pointed ass, rocketing out of her like a fountain while she screamed in futile horror and rage.