The History lesson seemed to be dragging on forever. Polly’s palms were beginning to sweat as they gripped the sides of her desk seat. Beads of moisture stood out on her forehead as she ground her anus against the seat and struggled to keep the contents of her bowels from escaping.
But it was no good. Slowly but surely, her anus expanded and the huge, bulbous head of a giant turd started to emerge. As it touched silk, Polly finally gave up the fight, and the massive poo slid quickly into the back of her panties. The relief this brought to the girl was immense, and, now that it was too late to do anything about it, she pushed hard, forcing more and more of the monster out of her rectum. As her panties filled with an increasingly impressive quantity of shit, she buried her face in her hands in embarrassment, shaking her head so that her blonde curls bounced around the sides of her cherubic face.
The smell soon became apparent to those around her. Nigel, who was sitting next to her, sniffed the air and announced, “Polly just shit herself!”
“I’m sorry Miss Evans,” Polly apologized. “I just couldn’t hold it any more.”
“Timed it badly did you Polly?” said the silver-haired teacher. “Well, it’s only five minutes until the end of the lesson – you can just wait until then to clean up.”
”Yes Miss Evans,” said Polly obediently.
At the back of the class, Deborah Brendon and Megan Smith were chuckling over Polly’s misfortune. “That’s her out of the running,” murmured Debbie, a pretty sixteen-year-old with tawny hair and a generous chest. “And more than twenty-four hours before the event – that’s just amateurish!”
At the end of the lesson, Debbie and Meg caught up with Polly in the corridor. “Bad luck,” said Debbie sympathetically.
“Go on then,” said Meg. “Let’s see.” She turned Polly around and lifted up the back of her skirt. A huge bulge in Polly’s panties caused them to sag so low that an inch of buttock cleavage was revealed. The smell was quite strong.
“Whew!” said Debbie. “That’s quite a load!”
“Yeah,” said Polly dolefully, turning back around. “Would have been even bigger tomorrow, of course.”
“I suppose you’ll be pulling out of the competition?” asked Megan, arching an eyebrow. Standing several inches taller than the other two girls, she was slim and attractive, with shoulder-length dark hair that managed to seem glossy even in the artificial lights of the school corridor.
Polly nodded, and the other two girls winked at each other. “Well, you’d better get cleaned up,” said Debbie to Polly. “We’ll see you in French class.”
That afternoon, when Debbie got home, she found her mother working on her outfit for the next day. “It’s nearly ready dear,” said Mrs. Brendon.
“Cool, thanks Mum,” said Debbie. “This year I get to wear it to my classes in the morning, too.”
“Really?” asked her mother in surprise. “But it’s awfully short.”
“That doesn’t matter,” said Debbie airily. “It’s not like everyone won’t be seeing it tomorrow afternoon anyway.”
“Okay,” said Mrs. Brendon. “Well, it’s as good as finished. Would you like to try it on?”
“Sure!” said Debbie, and she slipped out of her skirt and blouse.
The top her mother now handed to her had once been the upper half of a one-piece swimsuit. Now it came down to her navel, and clung pleasingly to her breasts. “I can’t wear a bra with this, though,” said Debbie when she had pulled it on. “The straps make bumps, and the sides are visible.” She pulled the straps halfway down her arms, and deftly removed her bra. When she had pulled the straps of her tight top back up, she nodded approvingly at her reflection in the mirror. “Nice,” she said. “Could be shorter though – any chance of taking a few inches off the bottom?”
“Not unless you want it to ride up and uncover your breasts,” said her mother. “That swimsuit wasn’t designed to function as just a top.”
Debbie shrugged. “Okay, let’s try the skirt then,” she said.
Her mother handed her a rather small piece of pleated material, which Debbie eagerly pulled on. As she fastened it about her waist, she turned around in front of the mirror. “Excellent,” she breathed. The hem came less than halfway down her buttocks at the back, revealing a great deal of her panties and bottom. At the front, she was showing about three vertical inches of her panties.
“I love it!” she said. “Thank you Mum!”
“You’re welcome,” said her mother. “Though I don’t know why you can’t have a skirt that’s longer in front, like your sister’s.”
“Asymmetric nanoskirts are for wimps,” said Debbie. “If I’m going to be showing my panties at the back, what’s the point in not showing them at the front?”
“Because you have a good reason for showing them at the back,” said Mrs. Brendon. “You have no reason at all to show them at the front.”
“Well I just think it’s silly not to,” said Debbie. “But in any case, you’ve made the skirt this way, so you’ll have to live with it.”
“I suppose so,” said her mother with a sigh. “Now, I’d better go and make dinner.”
“Are we having curry?” asked Debbie.
“Yes – but not too spicy. Are you sure you’ll be able to hold out until tomorrow?”
“Of course!” retorted Debbie. “I’m experienced at this by now. I’m not a weak-bottomed loser like Polly Bishop – she crapped herself today in History you know.”
“Did she? Poor girl,” said Mrs. Brendon. “Well, why don’t you go and get changed, and then come and help me with dinner?”
“Sure Mum,” said Debbie. At that moment her younger sister Toni walked in.
“Hi Mum!” said Toni. “Hi Debs. Nice skirt!”
“Thanks,” said Debbie with a grin. “Looking forward to tomorrow?”
Toni nodded eagerly. She was as buxom as her older sister, but a couple of inches shorter, and a little plumper. Some of the more unkind girls at school sometimes called her ‘the football’, but to be fair she had slimmed down quite a bit in the past year.
The following day, after a very large cooked breakfast, Debbie and Toni proudly wore their tiny skirts to school. Some of the boys whistled at Debbie, whose skirt was more revealing, but there was so much eye candy that day that the boys’ eyes were on other girls’ panties more often than not.
Last night’s curry was settling into Debbie’s bowels by now – she could feel it. The pressure against her anus was now extremely powerful, and every few minutes she had to stop where she was – whether it was in the school yard or inside in one of the corridors – and fight down a new contraction.
The morning’s lessons went terribly slowly. By lunchtime Debbie was squirming in her seat, in almost as bad a state as Polly had been the day before. Several other girls had had accidents that morning, but Debbie was determined to hold on.
Her friend Megan was finding it less tough. She had not defecated for four days, but she had not been stuffing herself with food quite so much as Debbie. Dressed in a microskirt that revealed nearly all of her panties at the back, she was flaunting herself even more than her friend, as the panties were quite sheer and her dark pubic hair was clearly visible through the material.
After lunch, the entire school crowded into the school’s gymnasium, taking their seats on wooden benches set up especially for the occasion. A stage had been erected in front of the benches, and on it were five chairs where the judges would sit. To one side of the benches were chairs set up for members of the press, several of whom were here with television cameras. Along one edge of the gymnasium, stadium-style seating had been set up, and there sat several dozen parents of the contestants, who had been invited to see their daughters compete.
Debbie and Megan took their seats along with their classmates, and waited while the rest of the school filed in. When finally all students were in their places, Mr. Carter, the headmaster, strode on to the stage and cleared his throat.
“Welcome to our third annual panty-pooping competition,” he announced. “As before, the competition is open only to our female students. Please would you give a round of applause to our judges.”
A ripple of light applause ran through the gathered students as five teachers ascended the stage and took their places on the chairs.
“Now,” said Mr. Carter, “I will hand over to Miss Wetherby, our announcer for the proceedings.”
Miss Wetherby got to her feet and climbed up the steps to the stage. “As I call your name,” she said, “please come and take your place up here on the first available marked spot. Jenna Groves!”
At only just fifteen years of age, Jenna was the youngest contestant. Girls under fifteen were not allowed to compete, ever since the unfortunate incident two years ago when Tanya Everett’s pussy had appeared on late night television (not to mention all over the internet). Jenna was rather plain, with mousy brown hair and short, slightly chubby legs. However she was a very sweet person and well-liked in the school.
“Mary Hibbert!” Mary was seventeen and in her final year at the school. She was quite tall at five foot nine, and of average build but with quite a small chest. Her beautiful skin tone and dark, soulful eyes had earned her many admirers, however, and she was currently dating one of the most popular boys in the school.
“Jackie McArdle!” Jackie was sixteen going on seventeen, and quite a favourite with the boys. Her slim, athletic build made her a good long-distance runner, and she had won several trophies for coming first in cross-country races. Her close-cropped hair gave her a somewhat boyish look, but she was pretty nonetheless.
“Debbie Brendon!” Debbie got to her feet and walked quickly towards the stage, waving to her friends as she went. She climbed the steps and trotted over to stand beside Jackie, putting her feet on a white chalk spot that had been made for this purpose. A rumbling sound from her gut, accompanied by a quite intense pain in her lower abdomen, made her grit her teeth and pray that Miss Wetherby would hurry up.
“Shelley Martin!” Shelley, a buxom seventeen-year-old, bounced up to the stage and took her place beside Debbie. She was gorgeous – one of the prettiest girls in the school – and she knew it. Never short of followers and admirers, she could be a little catty at times but usually got on okay with Debbie.
“Dana Gerard!” Dana, a very petite fifteen-year-old, glided towards the stage in perhaps the shortest skirt of the lot – it was cut so short that the pleats were reduced to a half-inch frill, and the top of her panties were showing at the back.
And that was it – there was only so much room on the stage, and only six spots had been marked out. In total, there were twenty-two contestants, so there would be four heats.
“Assume the position!” said Miss Wetherby. All six girls got down on to their hands and knees.
The thirty-something blonde teacher then went from one girl to the next along the entire row, taking a peek in the back of each girl’s panties to make sure that they were not cheating.
“You may start pooping … now!” said the teacher when she had finished her inspection. “You have ten minutes to completely evacuate your bowels.”
Debbie started pushing. Almost immediately her anus opened wide, and a truly enormous mass of compacted excrement began to emerge. She paused, panting, as she ran out of breath, but then she bore down again and the widest part of the poo started to slide inexorably through her tight ring of anal muscle, now expanded to a diameter of almost three inches. With a rush, the next few inches followed, but there was still plenty to come. As her panties were pushed away from her buttocks, Debbie reached back and pressed the bulge flatter against her bottom.
Most of the other girls by now had something in their panties. The exception was Dana, who had yet to produce anything at all. The girl was puffing and blowing, but, in her efforts to keep it all inside for the last few days, she had constipated herself and was now finding it difficult to get things moving.
Shelley, the large-breasted girl next to Debbie, was having the most success. Already her panties were sagging under a considerable weight of softish poo, which had settled into a large and nicely-rounded mass. However, she had almost finished, whereas Debbie was only just getting started.
Debbie pushed as hard as she could, and about ten inches of semi-hard poo slid quickly into her panties, curling up and nestling against her buttocks once it had left her bowel. This was followed by some softer stuff, which oozed downward along her gusset and was soon sliding distractingly over her clitoris.
Dimly, she could hear the assembled students cheering behind her. Whistles and whoops sounded from the crowd along with shouts of “Come on, Shelley!”, “More, Jackie, more!”, “Load ‘em, Jenna!”, “You can do it Dana!”, and other supportive slogans. From the press corner came a barrage of flashes from the still cameras, while the television cameras tracked along behind them, zooming in on the girls’ bottoms and capturing the filling of their panties in glorious detail.
But Debbie was far too wrapped up in her own little world to pay much attention to all that. She was running out of poo, she could tell, but she was determined to squeeze out every last nugget. Her panties were by now sagging under the weight of her fecal production, which caused them to bulge outwards by several inches. As a result of her being on her hands and knees, they were in no real danger of descending, but an interesting effect was that the runnier poo was building up in the front of her panties, having poured down her gusset.
Dana, meanwhile, had managed to expel a little poo into her own panties. The rest was following slowly and very reluctantly – it did not look as if she would have time to produce enough to be in serious contention for the prize. Mary, on the other hand, was looking like the favourite at this point. The bulge in her panties was positively colossal.
“One minute to go!” said Miss Wetherby loudly, raising her voice against the clamour.
“Go Debbie!” shouted Megan from the benches, but Debbie did not hear. She was patting the back of her bulge into a flatter, rounder shape, and in the meantime forcing the rest of her bowel contents out of her anus. Finally, she decided there was nothing more to come, and gave up.
“Time! Stop defecating please!” said Miss Wetherby. “Get to your feet, everyone, and take your panties off – carefully!” She lifted up a large weighing scale from beside the stage and put it down in front of Jenna. As Jenna stepped gingerly out of her heavily-loaded panties, she placed them carefully into the bowl of the scale. Miss Wetherby read off the result: “Two pounds and seven ounces!” she said. Jenna took back her panties and stepped into them again, pulling them all the way up to her bottom.
Next Miss Wetherby weighed Mary’s panties. “Three pounds and nine ounces!” she exclaimed. Murmurs rippled through the crowd – this would be tough to beat. Mary grinned proudly as she held her hands over her pussy. Sometimes the girls were lucky enough, or careful enough, not to let the press get more than a glimpse of their pussies. Sometimes.
Jackie was next. “Two pounds and two ounces!” said the teacher. Jackie looked rather downcast.
Now it was Debbie’s turn. Her heart beating hard, she bit her lip anxiously as she lowered her panties gently into the bowl. Miss Wetherby read the scales and exclaimed, “Three pounds and eleven ounces! Somebody’s been eating a lot of fibre! That’s a new school record!”
There was tumultuous applause at this, and Debbie bounced on the spot and waved to her friends with both hands, forgetting that the photographers and cameramen had all their equipment trained on her neatly-trimmed, poo-coated pussy. Then, to her horror, her breasts popped out from under her top, which had been riding higher and higher with each bounce. She hastily pulled her top down, then she took back her panties and put them on again, pulling them right up so that the huge pile of poo squished in between her buttocks and labia.
Shelley looked daggers at Debbie as she put her own panties into the scale. “Three pounds and one ounce!” announced Miss Wetherby.
Finally it was Dara’s turn. She dropped her panties into the scale with a rather embarrassed look, and Miss Wetherby said, “One pound and twelve ounces!” There were a few claps.
“Now,” said Miss Wetherby, “if you girls could go and wait at the far end of the stage, next to the photographers, we’ll get the next bunch of girls up here.”
Debbie and the others waddled carefully to the edge of the stage, descended the steps slowly, and made their way gingerly towards the photographers, who were only too happy to see them arrive.
“What was it like, pooping in front of all your friends?” asked a bespectacled reporter of Debbie.
“It was fine,” said Debbie. “I’m used to it, of course – I came third last year.”
“Are your parents proud of you?” he asked.
“Sure! They’re over there.” She pointed to the stadium seating, where her mother was smiling happily and waving. “Mum made this outfit for me,” added Debbie, and she waved at her mother.
“Aren’t you worried that your picture will appear on the internet?” asked the man.
“Not at all!” said Debbie in surprise. “It did last year, and nothing bad happened.”
Meanwhile, the next six girls had taken their places on the stage. At Miss Wetherby’s command, they dropped to their hands and knees and began to fill their panties. Debbie watched with interest, while the reporter tried unsuccessfully to get her to answer his questions.
“Quiet,” she eventually said impatiently. “My sister’s in this heat.”
“And how old is she?” asked the reporter.
“Fifteen,” replied Debbie. “And three months. She’s the one in the pink top.”
The reporter peered at the stage. “I can’t see much of her except her bottom,” he said. “Could you introduce me to her afterwards?”
“Sure,” said Debbie, glad at the prospect of palming the irritating man off on someone else.
After ten minutes of pooping, the girls on the stage had to stop. Debbie listened eagerly to the weights Miss Wetherby read off.
“Lesley Hall – two pounds and eight ounces.”
“Gabriella Hiltz – three pounds exactly!”
“Toni Brendon – two pounds and fifteen ounces!”
Debbie whooped and cheered, and waved at her sister, who beamed back at her.
“Veronica Hodges – two pounds and ten ounces!”
“Maggie Chang – four pounds and one ounce!”
An astonished gasp rose up from the crowd. Nobody even clapped. Maggie Chang was a delicate little Chinese girl, sixteen years of age and not even five foot tall. She had quite large breasts for an oriental girl, but otherwise she was quite slim. That she could produce so much poo was truly baffling.
“No sign of any weighting in the lining of her panties,” said Miss Wetherby. “It’s a heck of a load, and a new record! Well done Maggie!”
Applause now broke out, and Maggie blushed shyly as cheers rose up for her. Even Debbie clapped, though she was frowning. “Little bitch stole my title!” she muttered.
The reporter wrote this down diligently.
“Donna Stevens – two pounds and twelve ounces,” said Miss Wetherby, but her voice was all but drowned out.
Having put her panties back on, Toni came over and hugged Debbie. “That was fun!” she said.
“Was that your first time?” asked the reporter.
“Yes!” replied Toni, wide-eyed. “And I produced almost three pounds!”
“Toni!” said a photographer, kneeling down a few feet away. “Give me a nice smile!” Toni obliged, and he snapped off a couple of shots. “Could you turn around for me and look back at me over your shoulder?” he asked. She did so, and more photos were taken.
“I think he likes you,” said Debbie to her sister in amusement.
“Debbie! Debbie!” came various voices, and now it was Debbie’s turn to pose.
The third heat was perhaps cheered the most loudly, for contestant number three was Sheryl Williams, the prettiest girl in the school. At seventeen years and five months, she was one of the older competitors, but she had a very slim build with long, slender legs that the boys all adored. It was a rare treat for them to see her in a skirt which covered only the top inch of her pale pink panties.
As the ten minutes of panty-pooping drew to a close, however, it became obvious that Sheryl was not going to come close to winning. Debbie was not surprised – this was the girl’s third competition and she had not even come close to three pounds previously. Nor did she this time – two pounds and two ounces was her rather lackluster effort.
In fact this was the weakest heat yet – the most impressive load came from Lara Jackson, the tallest girl in the school at five feet and eleven inches. Her loaded panties weighed two pounds and fourteen ounces – a couple of ounces shy of three pounds. As the girls from this heat descended from the stage and came over to where Debbie was, the cameramen and reporters practically pounced on Sheryl, who lapped up the attention like a movie star.
There were only four girls in the fourth and final heat, but one of them was Megan, and Debbie loudly cheered her friend. The other three girls were all in the year below, so Debbie hoped that Megan might at least have a chance of winning her heat (she had never been especially good at this).
It was not to be, however. One of the fifteen-year-olds, an attractive brunette named May Brookes, managed a whopping three pounds and nine ounces, while Megan’s load tipped the scales at two pounds and eleven ounces.
The final four girls left the stage, and Megan joined Debbie. “Well done Meg,” said Debbie. “Was that a personal best?”
Megan nodded. “Well done you!” she said. “I don’t know what got into Maggie – that was a complete surprise.”
“Yeah,” said Debbie somewhat sourly. “I was hoping this would be my year.”
“It may yet be,” Megan pointed out. “The judges don’t go by weight alone.”
And now, of course, it was time for the judges to give their verdicts. Half of the points were awarded automatically – the girl producing the biggest poo got ten points, while the second biggest load earned seven, the third earned five, and subsequent runners up got one point less. Seventh heaviest load got one point, eighth got none. The remaining points were awarded in two categories – presentation and delivery. Each of these categories was worth five points, so Debbie would have to score very well in both if she was to have a chance against Maggie.
Mr. Carter, who had returned to the stage, was now handed a piece of paper on which the results had been written, and he began to read out the top five contestants, in reverse order.
“In fifth place,” he said, “with a total of twelve points – Shelley Martin!”
There was much applause – Shelley was a popular girl.
“In fourth place, with fourteen points – Mary Hibbert!” More applause.
“In third place, with fifteen points – May Brookes! Come on up, May!”
May, grinning from ear to ear, waddled carefully back to the stage and ascended the steps, her hugely-bulging panties sagging low around her buttocks. An inch of buttock cleavage was visible. She took her medal – the Bronze Nugget – and proudly carried it back to where the others were gathered.
Debbie bit her lip and crossed her fingers and toes as Mr. Carter drew breath to speak again.
“In second place, with seventeen points – Debbie Brendon!”
Claps and cheers resounded through the gymnasium as she gingerly walked towards the stage. She felt a little disappointed, but it was certainly nice to come second and be cheered like this. She put on a happy smile and collected her medal – the Silver Nugget. As she stepped down from the stage, her panties began to descend under the weight of her poo, and she hastily grabbed hold of the back with her free hand. A little embarrassed, she waved to the crowd one final time as she waddled back towards the press. There she smiled and posed for them with her medal.
“In first place, with eighteen points – Maggie Chang! Well done Maggie – an amazing effort!”
The little oriental girl shuffled to the stage, clutching the sides of her panties with both hands. Her small stature made the enormous bulge in her panties seem even more impressive. She only let go of her panties when she reached Mr. Carter and accepted her trophy – the Golden Poo.
“And now,” said Mr. Carter, “I have an announcement to make. Owing to the success and popularity of the panty-pooping competition, we have decided to hold these events more regularly, with house teams competing so that more of you can take part. What is more, we will be having fixtures with other schools on a regular basis, so it is my great pleasure to announce the formation of a school panty-pooping team!”
There was a murmur of surprise among the assembled throng, but it died down as Mr. Carter proceeded to announce the names of the team members.
“Maggie Chang, Debbie Brendon, May Brookes, Mary Hibbert and Shelley Martin will of course be on the team, having performed so well here today. But the team needs reserves, and there were three other girls here today who impressed the judges and myself with their talent. Therefore, in addition to the five girls already mentioned, the following girls will be part of the school panty-pooping team.” He paused dramatically before continuing: “Toni Brendon.”
“All right Toni!” exclaimed Debbie, as her sister began to bounce on the spot in excitement. “Careful though!” she added, noticing Toni’s panties rapidly descending at the back.
“Gabriella Hiltz!” continued the headmaster, and there was more applause from the students and parents. “And finally, Lara Jackson!”
“Damn,” said Debbie. She had hoped Megan might squeeze on to the team. “Bad luck Meg,” she said.
“Don’t sweat it,” said Megan. “I’m not sure I have the stamina to do this too often.”
And that was it, apart from some more interviews and posing for photos. Then Mrs. Brendon came over and hugged both of her daughters. “I’m so proud of you!” she said with a warm smile for them both. “Let’s go and get some ice cream to celebrate, and then perhaps you can take a look at your costumes for next week’s mud-wrestling competition!”