The Cheer Squad Gets Food Poisoning, Part 2

Nicole, the cheerleading captain, uses the unfortunate Peter's lap as a toilet seat as she unloads her bowels, which results in awkward and humiliating events for both of them...

            The smell was so strong Peter’s eyes watered.

            Another rippling wet fart spattered out of Nicole’s asshole and hit the toilet bowl with such force that it spattered cold toilet water onto his balls.

            Peter winced, and his balls, already shriveled from constipation and humiliation, shrunk even more.

            Peter sat on the back edge of the toilet seat, as far back as possible, pinned down by the half-naked Nicole. She grunted and dripped with sweat, her broad, round ass squashed against his thighs. Paralyzed by his own constipation, Peter’s lap was her toilet seat.

            “Oh Jesus, here it comes.” Nicole gasped. On cue, a fibrous, chunky log of shit escaped from her ass. Yellow brown in color, chunks of corn were embedded in its sides. The log widened, and Nicole braced herself by pushing down on Peter’s legs with her ass. She leaned forward, and her asshole prolapsed and widened to push the log out of her dirty rectum. A horrific rotten stench filled the stall.

            Peter stared down in horror at the wide hips and the fat ass that trapped him. He had long admired Nicole’s ass and her muscular legs at prep rallies, but this was not how he wanted to see them.

            The log fell into the toilet with another ball drenching splash, and a rattling wet fart escaped from the depths of Nicole’s large intestine.

            Peter gagged and covered his face. “oh my god it stinks so bad.”

            Nicole groaned, releasing another fart that sounded like a high-pitched hiss. “Stop being such a baby.”

            Nicole adjusted her position on Peter’s thighs. Her warm, sweaty ass cheeks made wet tacky sounds against his skin, and Peter felt a dangerous stirring between his legs.

            Oh God not like this. Peter thought to himself. His crotch was inches from Nicole’s ass. She’d surely feel if anything suddenly grew down there, and she’d probably kill him for it.

            I have to think of something else. Peter panicked, looking up at the ceiling.

            I have to think of anything else besides the fat, tan juicy ass sitting on me. ANYTHING else. Those cheeks, with no tan lines… does she sunbathe naked...? NO! Your life is on the line!

            Luckily, Nicole, with a grunting sound like a dying bullfrog, dropped three muddy, toxic smelling, logs into the toilet, one right after another, and the smell was so sudden and so inhuman that Peter’s problem immediately shrank away and hid.

            Nicole frowned, waving her hand in front of her face, before wiping the sweat from her forehead. “Okay,” she said. “That one was pretty bad, I’ll give you that.”

            Nicole wasn’t looking at him, but Peter nodded furiously, trying to desperately, to hold his breath.

            “Can you flush the toilet?” Nicole asked, without turning. She sat up straight now and seemed much more in control.

            Peter nodded again and reached behind him to flush the toilet. In response, the commode made a hollow thunk and nothing else.

            “Are you fucking serious?” Nicole growled. “The school board is going to hear about this shit. The girl’s restroom is fucking locked and the only toilet in this restroom doesn’t flush. And there’s no fucking aircon in this building either.”

            Peter, breathing shallowly through his nose to avoid the stench, nodded again. It was getting muggy and swamp-like inside the stall.

            Nicole’s stomach gurgled and groaned threateningly.

            “Oh Christ I thought it was over.”

            Doubling over, Nicole released a torrent of muddy semisolid logs into the bowl, all the while making high pitched moans.

            “Oh god it fucking burns,” she cried. Tears rolled down her face and sweat rolled down her ass.

            Peter felt something stir yet again. NOT NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN THIS IS SOOO MESSED UP. Peter squirmed, trying to push himself even further back on the toilet seat — fear for his life overtaking the dull pain in his own bowels — but there was nowhere to go, and Nicole was too heavy to let him escape.

            Nicole, oblivious to the growing threat beneath her, hugged herself while completely doubled over. She sobbed softly, but thankfully the stream of shit stopped. Nicole hiccupped, a small adorable little squeak.

            Peter craned his neck back toward the ceiling, gritting his teeth, trying to control his junk through sheer psychic force. OHGOD OHNO OHFUCK SHE’S TOO CUTE.

            Nicole wiped her eyes and sat up again. She looked down at her cheerleader top, which was drenched in sweat.

            “I can’t let people see me like this,” she muttered to herself in a post-diarrhea daze. Slowly, she peeled her top off.

            Peter’s eyes widened. YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS DID SHE FORGET I’M HERE???

            Nicole revealed her bright blue bra, a size too small, barely holding in her C cup breasts. Her back was smooth and toned and glistening. Peter stared. He could feel his resolve slipping. He prayed. Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…

            Nicole was shaking her top in front of her, when she felt something hard, yet fleshy, violently and suddenly jab at her muddy asshole.

            Nicole shrieked and stood up immediately, clutching her poor probed butt.

            “Oh god I’m so sorry I couldn’t help it.” Peter gasped, staring down at his assaulting instrument, which was not small in the slightest.

            Nicole turned and glared at him screaming, “That hurt, you sick son of a bitch! Did it turn you on, seeing me cry and shit like a fucking animal!? The head of the cheerleading squad debasing herself!?”

            Peter tried to desperately to hide his weapon of ass destruction, but even with both hands the size made this an awkward task. “no…”

            Nicole’s stomach gurgled violently, and her hand instantly went to clutch it. A wicked grin formed across her face. “We’ll let’s see how you like this, you pervert.”

            “Wait, Nicole, no!”

            Peter moved his hands away just in time. Nicole positioned herself into a half squat, leaning the back of her knees against Peter’s legs and her ass pointed backward; a violent spray of acidic liquid shit spurted out of her puckered asshole like a stream, splashing against Peter’s dick and balls.

            “NICOLE!”

            The shit was superheated, the smell was the worst it had ever been, putting the earlier dumps to shame, raw sewage from the depths of Nicole’s bowels assaulting and humiliating Peter’s manhood.

            Nicole laughed.

            Peter winced, helpless. The smell was so intense, the humiliation and panic was so great that he could feel his own bowels start to loosen.

            Peter squirmed on the seat, trying to position his butt over the bowl. His legs knocked against the back of Nicole’s knees.

            “Hey, stop squirming, pervert. I’m almost —”

            Before Nicole could finish her sentence, she lost her balance. She fell backward and her legs lifted off the floor. In that fraction of a second, Nicole was filled with absolute terror as she knew that her poor butt, which had already been through so much today, was going to be impaled.

            “URHKK” was the noise that Nicole made as Peter’s pecker filled out her rectum and her weight pushed its entire length into her body. In fear, Nicole’s rectum instinctively tightened around the invading object.

            “Oh god~~” Peter groaned. Everything was suddenly warm and tight and slimy.

            Nicole sat, shell shocked, impaled by Peter’s spear. Her eyes gigantic. Her brain empty.

            “I’m so sorry, Nicole. It was an accident. I’ll get it out” Peter whimpered, trying to stand, but Nicole was too heavy, and he was only succeeded in driving the mighty piston against Nicole’s slimy, poopy walls.

            The sudden stretching and the genuine regret in Peter’s voice brough Nicole back to reality. “PETER STOP MOVING.”

            Peter stopped.

            Nicole looked up at the ceiling, trying to gather her thoughts and ignore the giant pressure that felt like it was going to rip her in half, butt first.

            Even though Peter had stopped moving, she could feel the probe pulsing inside her and she could feel Peter’s heavy breathing against her back.

            “Peter.” Nicole said with an inhuman coldness. “If you…”

She paused, gritting her teeth. “Release inside me, I swear to God, I will kill you. Understand?”

            Peter nodded, terrified.

            “Good, now don’t move and keep thinking about that.”

            Breathing deeply, trying to relax her rectum. Nicole lifted herself up. Inch by inch, she could feel the ring of her anus and the surrounding cheeks lift off the sausage. The diarrhea, luckily, helped as a kind of lubricant. Peter, meanwhile, was gripping the side of the toilet with his hands, white knuckled. He bit his lip, trying to think of anything but the friction and the mostly naked woman conjoined with him.

            The arrowhead proved to be a problem as it was much thicker than the rest of the shaft. Nicole lifted herself up, the edge of the arrowhead catching on the inside of her anus. Peter’s entire body started to vibrate violently, a bomb about to go off.

            “PETER. What did I say?”

            Tears rolling down his face, Peter nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

            Nicole lifted herself off of the spear tip with a “plop” and leaned against the stall door, clutching her asscheeks in pain.

            Peter meanwhile, exploded. In more ways than one. A geyser hit the ceiling, and his bowels finally released themselves in a sudden and complete evacuation. Peter doubled over, completely spent.

            Putting her top back on, Nicole glared down at him. “You’re absolutely pathetic.”

            Then, crouching by Peter’s legs, she removed his shorts and underwear.

            Peter stirred, but still dazed asked, “What are you doing?”

            Nicole began to use his underwear to wipe her filthy ass, reaching into her deep crack and gingerly wiping her abused anus. She tossed the shit covered tightie whities onto the floor.

            “This is payback.”

            Nicole put on her cheerleading skirt and then put on Peter’s gym shorts under them. “And this is so I don’t have to go commando in this tiny skirt.”

            Peter sat up. It was suddenly dawning on him that he was half naked and his junk and legs were completely covered in girl shit. “Wait, you can’t leave me like this!”

            Nicole opened the stall door. “Good luck, Peter. I think that girls’ gym class starts soon, so you better hurry if you want to get to the lockers before everyone sees your scrawny shit covered ass.”

            “NICOLE, WAIT!”

THE END