Fart story one-shots 6!

Kaitlyn's Horrible Day

Kaitlyn was a seemingly normal high-school senior, much like any other girl. At first glance, she was the perfectly normal girl. A vision of loveliness who, despite not being nterested in cheerleading, could have easily been one. But, underneath her sexy exterior, Katie hides a dark secret that even she doesn't want to acknowledge - she poops

To admit this would be suicide, in a manner of speaking. Most boys don't want to think about girls on the porcelain throne squeezing a log of poop out of her delicate anus and into the smooth water waiting below. After all, girls are perfect creatures by creation, and they use the restroom only to gossip, touch up the make-up and maybe sometimes tinkle, but never, under any circumstances should a girl do... THAT. But, for Katie, the reality of her secret would be coming to light today, whether she wanted it or not.

The one minute warning bell rang, and Katie knew that she couldn't be late to her first hour class. She sighed, said her goodbyes to Jennifer and Marie and they all scurried off to their respective classrooms. Just in time, as per usual. Katie got settled in her seat right as the tardy bell was ringing. There was nothing the teacher could do, and they both knew it.

Her English teacher began with a mini-lecture and then assigned the class to read the next two chapters silently. After the silent reading began, Katie felt a horrible feeling in her stomach. It was rumbling ever so slightly and she knew what this meant. Gas was building up inside of her and it only had two means of escape - through the mouth as a burp or through the anus as a fart. Neither option was very ladylike so she desperately tried to do neither. Katie turned towards the book. Ordinarily, Katie liked reading this book, so she attempted in vain to focus her mind on reading. But the gas in her stomach was still there and would not just vanish. The decision had to made now and the burp was the less embarassing option. Katie tried to induce a quiet burp, though her body had other plans. She felt the gas heading out of her stomach, in the wrong direction.

The gas reached Katie's large intestine and remained for a while. She could feel the pressure there, but it wasn't in danger of escape just yet. In agony, she set her mind to reading again. Not more than two sentences later, the gas was on the move again. It was nearing the escape point now. It was do or die now, and with no choice, Katie released her hold just a tiny bit. A slight puff of air escaped her anus making no sound whatsoever. The girl next to her made a funny face, but said nothing.

Three minutes left, this was the longest five minutes of Katie's life. The little puff-fart earlier had bided her some time so that maybe, just maybe, she could make it. Tick, only two minutes now. The pressure was mounting again, it demanded an outlet right now. Somehow, she held on, and another tick, just one last minute. Katie ordered her anus to hold tight for fifty more seconds. Thirty seconds. Fifteen seconds. It seemed like the exact instant the bell rang she was out of her seat, releasing a steady stream of silent but definitely deadly gas. As she walked quickly down the hall, spreading toxic fumes behind her, she was content and very relieved. As Katie walked by, her deadly odor still trailing, even though she'd stopped farting a bit ago, a guy punched another guy in the shoulder and blamed him for farting, looking in disgust. She smiled, the fact that they blamed one another when she was the culprit was rather funny.

Marie was in Katie's second hour class, so they chatted in the hall before class. Again, they repeated the last second sit down routine, narrowly escaping the teacher's wrath. The class went by without incident and the passing period was upon her again. She stood at her locker even after getting her books, pretending to look for something. She had to fart again, so she cleverly let out four puffy air farts which smelled not terribly pleasant. When she closed her locker, it seemed no one had blamed her for the foul odor. But, Katie's troubles were just beginning. She sensed a disturbance deep within her innards, the very familiar urge to poop. This was her absolute worst nightmare and she did pinch herself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Pooping at school terrified her worse than snakes and spiders combined!

Third hour was math class, an already boring and horrible class, made that much worse by the slight urge to poop brewing within Katie. The urge was small enough that holding it back was easy. It was just the anxiety of the eventuality that got to her. The class did eventually end and then it was lunch time. A posse of five girls met her outside the door and they walked to lunch together. They could tell something was wrong, but nobody suspected the truth. At lunch in the cafeteria, the girls sat at their usual table but Katie just picked at her food. The girls asked her what was wrong, but she just said she wasn't really hungry. She did manage to eat about half her lunch so she wouldn't starve, but couldn't stomach the rest. She offered up the rest to the other girls and excused herself. They instinctively followed, concerned about their friend - Katie always ate all of her lunch - but Katie asked to be alone, and her friends obliged her.

Katie wandered for a while, just to be sure she was out the sight of her friends and then made a beeline for the bathroom. Lunch was only half over, so she could sneak in a quick poop and no one would be the wiser. She pushed open the bathroom door, met by a terrible sight. All ten of the stalls were occupied and there was even one girl waiting. She couldn't even think about pooping in here, not with other people around. Instead, she took up a free sink and pretended to adjust her makeup. When she deemed it satisfactory, though it was fine before she came in, she left. That pretending had cost her three precious minutes, leaving seventeen more before class began again. Not one to be defeated that easily, Katie mentally located the other two bathrooms in the school's main building. She knew exactly where one was, and that was her only destination.

The urge inside Katie was worse now than it was just an hour ago, but she felt it wasn't unbearable yet. Still, if she could poop now, it would avoid uncomfortableness later, and the bathroom was close by. This bathroom had no main door to it, but instead you turned a corner so you couldn't see in from the hall. She rounded the corner and met a similar sight to before. Lunch must be a popular time for the bathroom. There were twelve stalls and only five of them were taken. There was one girl at a sink, but Katie didn't know her. She felt she could risk getting to the stall without too much embarassment. The stall door latched close and she locked it, getting ready for the oh-so important relief. But there was a problem, in fact a noise problem. She could hear the girl three stalls down peeing, clear as day. There was no way she could poop if someone could hear. She knew that if she adjusted her clothes and flushed, it could pass as a tampon change and no one would be the wiser. So that's exactly what she did, FLUSH went the toilet while she was opening the door.

Katie left the bathroom, dissapointed but not beaten yet, and went to the next candidate on her list, well actually the last one. Fifteen minutes remained, so even if she could get a stall, she'd have to poop really fast. It seemed the universe just hated her for some reason, for as Katie approached the last bathroom, she spied a sign saying it was closed for repairs. All this thought about plopping her ass on the toilet and letting nature take its course made her urge that much stronger. Regrettably, there was no option except to just suffer and hope to God or the universe, or whatever, that she wouldn't soil herself.
The remainder of lunch came and went and fourth hour started. Katie surprised her teacher by showing up, in her seat before the one minute bell rang. Now, even the teacher could see something was wrong, but Katie would never admit it. When the teacher asked, she explained it was feminine problems. Her teacher, being male, just sympathized and said if she wanted to leave class, she could. This was a tempting offer, but there was nowhere to go, so she declined and said she'd be okay. A blatant lie, yes, but that statement did resolve this issue without having to admit the real problem. Every single second, tick tock, tick tock, felt like an eternity for Katie, while she held back the brown demons within her.

Somehow, fourth hour got over and now all she had to do was survive fifth. Being a senior, she had the sixth hour empty and could go home. Just five minutes in and the desperation was very very overwhelming. She really really had to poop, but she couldn't show any signs. She adjusted her posture to sit on her heel, as if that would help. Oddly enough, it sort of did, applying a sort of pressure on her anus to help hold the poop inside. Surely it was time to go home now, it had been a long time, Katie thought. She couldn't have been more wrong, in fact it was only six minutes into the class. Still fifty-four excruciatingly long minutes to go. Minute seven was over now, but all Katie could think about was how everyone would laugh and taunt her when the impending poop eased out of her anus into her soft, pink cotton panties and a bulge formed extending her panties out until they touched her skirt. And by then the smell would surely be nauseating for everyone else in the room. The teacher, she would let Katie go to the nurses or wherever, but all that would happen is she'd just run crying down the hall, as the poop forced more of itself out into her formerly clean panties.

Outside, she would be exposed to countless other strangers who would laugh at her as well. The bulge in her skirt would definitely be noticeable, having squeezed out two huge logs of poop into her panties. A third log would be on its way out, having little room left in her overstuffed panties. Parts of her first log would ooze out of the sides and down her legs, so gross. But then a stranger would approach her, she wouldn't laugh but would call Katie by name. At that moment, Katie jarred back into the real world, her teacher asking if she was alright. She had just spent this entire time staring blankly into space, but nobody even noticed until the teacher asked Katie to give an answer.

All Katie could muster was a weak, "What?", confused as to how she got back here. She was just pooping herself horribly in public. But, her senses kicked in finally, and Katie realized, that it was just a daydream. A really horrible daydream, but a daydream nevertheless. When the teacher repeated the question, Katie answered it correctly, but she couldn't help but wonder why she didn't feel the urge to poop anymore. At that moment, as if by magic, the urge returned. Somehow, Katie hadn't soiled herself, well not yet anyway, but there was fourteen minutes left in which she could blow.

No, damn it, no! Katie thought that over and over again. She would not let that happen. No way! By the time the bell finally rang, she was wondering if it was really the intervention of a God, because she should have pooped a long time ago. No point in questioning it, just get your ass to a toilet and now, Katie said silently to herself. Okay, so the toilets at the school were not an option, where else is there a toilet nearby? Home was ideal, but it would take her twenty minutes to walk, so that was out. On her walk home, she would pass at least five stores. But all of them either had hard to find bathrooms, or ones you had to ask to use. She could never bring herself to ask for a bathroom in a store.

Concentrate on the walk, one foot at a time, Katie reminded herself. Where else would she pass with bathrooms? That's it! A sudden flash of inspiration and she remembered the public bathroom installed downtown to prevent the drunks and homeless from pissing or shitting in the streets. What luck that she remembered that right at the perfect moment. She began to wonder how long she could hold her asscheeks closed before the gates just gave way. As fast as she could move, she approached the bathroom door and located the one marked Ladies/Women. Relief was just seconds away now, and boy did she ever need it now. Katie thought that a public bathroom would be filthier than this, but the area was actually pretty clean. No time to admire the place though, the situation was much too dire. She had her pick of four of the five stalls, only the end one was in use, so of course she picked the first one. She closed the door, which ran almost from ceiling to floor and locked it behind her, hanging her jacket and purse on the hook provided. She nearly tore off her skirt and left it on the floor nearby, same with her soft, pink panties. Shoes off now, naked from the waist down and planted on a toilet, it was time for the event of the day.

Releasing the iron-clad gates of her bowels, Katie let the demons run free. Her asscheeks parted, revealing her flower like anus. But, that was the last time it would even resemble a flower. Her anus opened and allowed the head of a log emerge and see the light of day. The smooth sausage shaped log eased out of her anus, inch by inch, and she derived pleasure from every movement. At about nine inches, the brown log snapped off and fell into the pristine, clear waters below, plop. Katie knew she was far from done and indeed another sausage took the first's place at the exit of her anus. Unlike the first one which had slowly worked out, this one shot out at seemingly world record speed. It reached a foot and kept going, then at last snapped off and came to rest in the toilet. The massive beast curled around the toilet once and at least a quarter of a second time. Was there still more left in her, she wondered. Perhaps, she could feel a slinge twinge of something remaining. She needed only sit for a while and it came out as well. A bigger one than the others and another slow pleasurable log. Only six inches this time but its larger mass made a sizable splash. She felt a few drops even reach her ass, a not altogether uncomfortable feeling. A banana shaped log followed the big one, the log not even three inches. It splashed, sending water up to her asscheeks again and in rapid succession, she let out two more banana torpedos, each splashing in roughly the same manner.

But now, it was over and it was time for Katie to inspect her creations, like she always did after pooping. The slow pleasurer rested at the bottom of the bowl, partly hiding around the bend and mostly obscured by the big beast. Rocket log, of course was wrapped around the outside of the bowl. And the banana torpedos, they were partially submerged, in the middle of the bowl and their tips hanging out of the water. Katie admired her creations, not really believing they could have come from her cute round ass. But she had been blocked for three days, normally pooping once a day. I guess three days worth of poops do add up, Katie thought. But, the load needed to be flushed, so she pressed the lever. FLUSH, a huge wave of water sucked her massive load away. When the water settled, there was rocket log hanging out of the bend. It still stretched all the way out of the water, a really long one. FLUSH, again, a powerful wave washed it away, but when it refilled, some of her poop came back. It wasn't really a banana or a sausage, but a malformed bit of poop. So, FLUSH again. This time, all of her foul smelling poops were gone, sucked away to some sewer, where it would remain.

Only then did Katie think about her anus and how filthy it was after that nasty poop. She sat back down on the toilet to prepare for wiping. She rolled many sheets of paper off of the roll, folded it in half and spread her asscheeks. She ran the paper from the front, up her asscrack, getting most of her delicate anus. The paper was definitely dirty, but she folded the paper and wiped again. Now it was too dirty to use again, so she tore off more and ran it along her anus once more. A fourth pass revealed little mess, so she tossed the paper in the toilet. Finally, she tore off more paper, folded it twice, wet it and wiped her anus again. The wet paper caught what the dry missed and it was still dirty. Another wet wipe came back less soiled. One more would do, but the paper roll was empty. Oh well, Katie thought, it will have to do.

She flushed the toilet again, and slipped one leg in her panties, then the other. She pulled them up, covering her vagina, then adjusted the fit. One leg in her skirt, the other, pull it up, adjust. Put her shoes on again, and she was ready to walk the rest of the way home. Katie again thanked whatever benevolent God had spared her the humiliation, and as she was walking out of the bathroom, she swore she heard a voice, "You're welcome Katie". But there was no one around at all...

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