...I was sitting in the middle of class, daydreaming of typical teenaged-girl things,(mmm shaved squirrels in a bathtub full of tartar sauce..) when I felt a low, hollow gurgle beckon from the pit of my stomach (or as Pooh would put it, " There's something rumbly in my tumbly!"). I ignored the familiar sound until I found that it was accompanied by a tugging, throbbing cramp in my lower abdomen. This led me to the notion that it was time to take a good, long, satisfying DUMP.
My hand shot up into the air, (somehow, this has became the universal hand-gesture for "Teacher, please acknowledge me, as I need to ask a favor" or something of that nature)signaling for the teacher's immediate attention. Ms. Kessington, my lovely and well-mannered (but somewhat absent-minded) teacher met my eye contact, and lifted her index finger in a generic form of sign language (in America, this means "One Moment"... but in Mexico, this means "Uno Momento").
And so I sat there, patiently awaiting the delivery of my happy, little, blue hall pass that would enable me to "drop the Cosby kids off at the pool". Several seconds passed.. which turned into minutes. "Umm.. Ms. Kessington?" I uttered, in a held-back, airy grumble -- being careful not to project my voice as it would make my diaphram bulge against my lower intestine and ,thus, causing me to shit all over the place, "In a second, Gina", she replied, in a slightly distracted tone.
Once again, I waited. And waited... all the while, my stomach sloshed and chirtled as my sphincter pukered and clenched in attempts to prevent a giant #2 from glooping and splishing all over my cheap, plastic public-school desk. Lawd, did I have to poop! But I kept my cool... Ms. Kessington was probably just a little busy, that's all. No biggie. *gurgle, slosh, frish* AAGHHH FUCK! My hand shot up into the air, once again -- this time, swaying frantically in a desperate effort to be seen and sent to the little girls' room. " MS. KESSINGTON, MS. KESSINGTON! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE LOOK AT ME!" I screamed from the inside of my hand, which almost felt as if it emmitted from my ears. She glanced at me, unphased by my hysterics, and continued to pass through the classroom, looking at papers and assisting other students. That fucking bitch is ignoring me! THAT FUCKING UNDERPAID, LOW CLASS, BAD DRESSING, CUNT OF A TEACHER IS IGNORING ME! That was it... I couldn't take it much longer.
I DASHED OUT OF THE CLASSROOM, squeezing my ass cheeks together harder than a Buns Of Steel instructor wearing a cheap thong! I could feel the warm ooze begin to make its way down my asscrack, trailing down into my panties. The sloppy warmth was preparing to leave its mark down my inner thighs -- but, alas! I found the toilet! Being the girly-girl that I am, I held my feces in for a few moments longer as I placed fresh toilet paper along the seat and made a sturdy stance for my hovering.
Awwhh, the release of my anus rewarded me with instant relief as the watery dung splippered out of my asshole. My crap splurged and squirged its way down my colon and out into the open, dropping into the bowl like a heavenly stream of dark, and slightly lumpy malt syrup... but it didn't stop.. It just...IT JUST KEPT GOING! Every so often, the steady sound of flowing doo-doo would be broken up by a harmonius, wet flatulence *FWROOMP*. Damn, nasty diarrhea farts... But, my tuckus still wouldn't stop leaking...
The brown fluid, that excreted from my mooky-stink cavern, soon became a greenish-yellow, signifying bile and stomach acids... The acidity of my intestinal fluid was burning my anal opening, making each wet fart feel like a fireball from Hell. The severity of the intense pain brought a tear to my eye. Would I ever stop shitting? Would this madness cease? Does God have genitals, and if so...why would He need them? Questions such as these arouse in my mind... then suddenly... IT STOPPED! I STOPPED POOPING!
Wiping myself, front to back and never back to front (that's just nasty, ew), I heard the slight sound of snickering from below the bathroom stall. Hmmm, apparently my little caucaphony of sphinctoral music caused quite a scene. Bashfully, I approached the sink to wash my hands (for those of you that don't know.. washing your hands after going potty is always good hygeine). I casually made my way down the hallways and into Ms. Kessington's classroom. Heh, she didn't even notice I was gone. I sat in my seat and was greeted by a rough, burning sensation erupting from the outer flesh of my abyssal-like bowels... It was official -- my ass was on fire.