It was the morning of the day before school started, and already the first of the boarders had begun to arrive. In Pankhurst House, one of the girls’ boarding houses, Rachel Hardacre was unpacking her clothes when her friend Bethan walked in with her parents. The two girls beamed as they saw each other, and ran into a warm embrace, laughing.
“Rachel, I missed you!” said seventeen-year-old Bethan. “How was France?”
“French,” said Rachel, and they both laughed. “Hi, Mr and Mrs Wilde.”
Once Bethan’s parents had left, the two girls sat down to chat. “I swear,” said Rachel, staring at Bethan’s chest, “your boobs have grown even bigger over the holidays!”
“I know,” said Bethan ruefully, looking down at the huge twin mounds filling out her baggy t-shirt. “My clothes barely fit me any more. Wait till you see me put on my school blouses – they’re stretched so tight that I can’t even do the top buttons up!”
“Wow!” said Rachel. “Will that be all right, do you think?”
“It’ll have to be!” said Bethan. “I can’t wear larger blouses because they’re designed for fat girls, not ordinary-sized girls with enormous breasts. They look too baggy around the arms.”
“So what are you now, an F-cup…?”
Bethan rolled her eyes. “I was an F-cup last term,” she said. “Now I’m up to a double-F, according to my last bra-fitting.”
“Good grief – and I thought my double-Ds were big!” said Rachel. “You poor thing.”
“Oh pfff,” said Bethan, flicking back her silky dark hair nonchalantly, “what’s a little backache when you can make boys faint just by stretching?”
Rachel giggled. With her wavy auburn hair and pale, flawless skin, was a little prettier than Bethan, but Bethan got more male attention due to her huge breasts. Not that she was jealous – much. She had found herself a really cool boyfriend over the Easter holiday, and could not wait to tell Bethan about him.
“So how was your birthday?” asked Bethan. “Did your parents let you get pissed, now that you’re old enough to drink?”
“Hardly!” said Rachel, laughing. “But they did let me have wine with dinner – not that I really wanted any. But it was cool – you know, symbolic.”
“That was the first time they let you drink wine? Wow – they must be pretty strict!”
Rachel shrugged. “I suppose. They wouldn’t let me watch ‘18’ movies before now either. Not that that stopped me.”
“Well, now you’re eighteen you can buy booze for the rest of us,” said Bethan, grinning.
The sound of a car outside made the girls prick up their ears. “I wonder who that is?” said Rachel.
“Kirsty would be my guess,” said Bethan. “She’s normally one of the first here.”
“Well let’s see if you’re right.” They went over to the window and looked out to see a taxi pulled up in the driveway. The back door opened, and a pretty little blonde girl got out. “It’s Francesca!” said Rachel. “Goodness – looks like she’s grown a cup size too – I’m going to start feeling inadequate pretty soon!”
“Oh don’t talk rubbish,” retorted Bethan. “When Kath gets here you’ll feel busty enough, I dare say.”
“True,” admitted Rachel. Their good friend Kath barely filled out a B-cup bra.
They went downstairs to help Francesca with her luggage. Rachel was no giant at five feet and five inches, but she towered over the little blonde, who was only four foot ten. On her petite frame, Francesca’s breasts looked enormous, stretching the fabric of her yellow t-shirt to the point of translucence.
“Looks like I’ve got some company in the big breast club!” laughed Bethan.
Francesca blushed. Though she was a dazzlingly pretty girl, she was only in the fifth form, two years below Bethan and Rachel, and she tended to be a little intimidated by older girls, especially when they were taller than she was. Which meant that she felt intimidated a lot, being only fifteen and not even five feet tall.
“Come on, we’ll help you with your stuff,” said Rachel. “How were your hols?”
“They were okay,” shrugged Francesca. “I was only staying with my aunt.”
“Oh yes,” said Bethan. “Your parents live in the States, right?”
Francesca nodded. “And too cheap to fly me back for Easter,” she said, with just a trace of bitterness.
“Oh wow – I’m sorry,” said Bethan, and wisely said nothing further as they carried Francesca’s trunk and bags inside.
Upstairs, they dropped off Francesca’s things in the Fifth Form dormitory. “Well, have fun unpacking,” said Rachel, and she and Bethan returned to the Upper Sixth dorm.
It was not long before another car was heard outside. By this time Rachel and Bethan were playing cards, but they could not resist getting up to take a look to see who had arrived. “Kirsty!” said Bethan. “Cool – some company for Francesca.”
Kirsty was six months older than Francesca, but she was in the same year, and therefore in the same dormitory. With her long brown hair and sultry brown eyes, she was considered one of the most beautiful girls in the house. And while her breasts were at least as large as Francesca’s, she was taller – almost Rachel’s height – so they did not look so disproportionate.
After another round of Knockout Whist, Bethan and Rachel went through to say hello. They found Kirsty, now wearing just a pair of jeans and a bra, rooting through her trunk. “Just can’t resist showing them off, eh Kirsty?” said Bethan with a smirk.
Kirsty laughed as she grabbed her breasts and jiggled them. “No, I spilled some orange juice on my t-shirt in the car. I was just looking for another one. Anyway, you can’t talk, Bethan – you’re always showing yours off – and they’re bigger than mine!”
“Barely!” said Bethan. “You must be just about an F-cup, surely?”
“Yes I am,” admitted Kirsty. “Oh, hello Mrs Willis!”
The girls all turned towards the door, where their housemistress had just appeared. “Welcome back, girls!” said the buxom thirty-seven-year-old brunette. “I hope you are all well?”
“Fine thank you Mrs Willis,” they replied in asynchronous chorus.
“Splendid! Well I just wanted to let you know that lunch will be at one o’clock in the Main Hall with the Headmaster. Uniforms please, if you don’t mind.”
“Ugh, really?” exclaimed Rachel with a pained expression. “School doesn’t start until tomorrow – why does the old codger want us in uniforms already?”
“There will be some new parents joining you,” explained Martha Willis. “Doctor Warden wants you all looking your best. And show some respect, Rachel, please. Do your uniforms all comply with the school’s latest dress code rules?”
“Yes, Mrs Willis,” the girls intoned.
“Really. Well if you don’t mind, I’ll be checking that for myself. Tell you what, why don’t you all get into your school uniforms right away – I’ll be back in a few minutes to see that they’re in compliance.” She smiled around at them all, then she turned and left.
Kirsty sighed. “Well now it really feels like the holidays are over,” she said. “I suppose we can at least change out of our uniforms after lunch.”
“Just try stopping me!” said Rachel. “Oh well – I suppose we’d better go and get changed, Bethan.”
As they left the Fifth Form dorm, they encountered another girl in the hallway, dragging a trunk towards the Lower Sixth dorm. “Hi Jennie!” said Rachel. “Want a hand with that?”
“Yes please!” said Jennie, a short and slightly plump blonde girl with large round glasses. “Fucking taxi driver didn’t lift a finger to help! Bethan, your tits look fantastic – did they get bigger over Easter?”
“Bigger and better,” grinned Bethan. “Your days of being the Boob Queen are long gone, my dear.”
“Fucking right,” said Jennie, looking down at her own ample chest. “You’re welcome to that title – E-cup is quite big enough for me, thank you!”
“You’ll be glad to hear that Rachel just turned eighteen,” said Bethan. “So she can buy alcohol for us underage girls now.”
“Yeah?” said Jennie, looking up at Rachel with interest. “Nice going, Rach!”
“Look, I don’t want you getting me into trouble,” said Rachel.
“Where’s the fucking trouble in it? If I get caught pissed, I’m certainly not going to say where the fucking drink came from, am I? What the fuck do you take me for?”
“All right, all right,” said Rachel, holding up her hands. “Well, it’s nice to see you Jennie. We’re just going to change into our uniforms – apparently lunch is in the Main Hall and Weirden wants us looking good for his guests.”
“Oh Christ, what the fuck?” said Jennie. “It’s still the fucking holidays!”
“Mad Martha wants to inspect our uniforms,” said Bethan. “Make sure they comply with the new dress code.”
“Jesus!”
They left her still grumbling and cursing in her dorm, and returned to their own. They had only just stripped down to their bras and panties, however, when another car pulled up outside. “Who’s this now?” wondered Rachel. “Kath?”
Bethan chuckled. “Anxious not to feel so flat-chested?”
Rachel’s eyes bulged as she watched a sandy-haired girl climb out of the front seat of a Range Rover in the driveway. “Good grief!” she exclaimed. “Would you look at the size of that girl’s breasts!”
“They’re not bigger than mine, surely?” asked Bethan, coming over to look.
“See for yourself!”
“Fuck!” said Bethan, staring at the voluptuous chest now bouncing towards the house. “Those things are massive! But who is she?”
“No idea – never seen her before. Bit late in the year for a new girl, isn’t it?”
“I’ll say!”
Behind the new girl, a middle-aged man was staggering towards the house under the weight of the girl’s trunk. The girl herself was lugging two large roll-bags.
“Want to guess where she’s headed?” said Rachel.
“Lower Sixth.”
“What makes you so sure?” asked Rachel in surprise.
“Well I suppose she could just about be Fourth Form, judging by her face alone,” said Bethan, “but with that chest? Has to be older. And do you really think she would join an exam year at the start of the summer term?”
“True,” agreed Rachel. “Well, let’s go and meet her.”
“In our undies?”
Rachel grinned. “Sure, why not? Give her old dad something to think about on his way home.”
“Okay!” said Bethan, giggling.
The man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw Bethan and Rachel waiting at the top of the stairs. “Here,” said Bethan to the new girl, “let me take that for you. What year are you in?”
“Lower Sixth,” said the new girl breathlessly. She was very pretty, with green eyes and full, pouty lips. When she reached the top of the stairs, Rachel noticed that she was the same height as Bethan, though her breasts were indeed larger.
“I’m Rachel, this is Bethan,” said Rachel.
“I’m Jade,” said the new girl. “This is me dad.”
“You’re from ‘oop North’?” asked Bethan.
“Leeds,” said Jade. She turned to the man behind her. “Okay Grandpa, I’m fine from here. Thanks for the lift.”
“You’re welcome,” said the man. “Goodbye pet.” He took one last longing look at Bethan’s bra-clad breasts, then he turned and headed downstairs.
“So how old are you? Seventeen?” asked Bethan.
“Sixteen,” said Jade. “I’ll be seventeen next month.”
They took her through to the Lower Sixth dorm. “Jennie,” said Rachel, “meet Jade. Jade, this is our good friend Jennie. Legend has it that Jennie once started a swear box for charity, and ended up funding the Red Cross for the next fifty years.”
“They’re funny fuckers,” said Jennie to Jade, while pointing at Rachel and Bethan. “Nice to meet you Jade. Funny time of year to be starting here, isn’t it though?”
“Dad just won the lottery and wanted to send me to a private school,” said Jade. “He didn’t want to wait until the autumn.”
This got all the girls’ attention. “Really?” “He won the lottery?” “How much?”
Jade blushed. “Well, he doesn’t like me talking about it, actually. I probably shouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“Well it’s a little late now,” said Bethan, chuckling. “Go on – how much?”
“Not a huge amount,” said Jade. “Just … two and a half million pounds.”
“Nice!” said Bethan. “Have I mentioned how awesome you look and that I’m happy to do all your prep for you?”
Jade’s eyes widened, but then she realised Bethan was joking, and laughed along with the others. “Yeah, don’t get your hopes up,” she said. “Dad didn’t give me much of an allowance. He says it would be bad for me if I had everything handed to me on a plate.”
“Dads can be so mean,” said Rachel.
“So Jade,” said Bethan, “I hope you don’t think I’m being rude, but I can’t help noticing that you’ve kind of taken my place as owner of the largest boobs in the house. Just how big are those things?”
Jade blushed and folded her arms across her chest – which was not easy for her. “I’m a 38 double-G,” she said. “And still growing! I gained two cup sizes in the past six months.”
“Shit!” said Jennie. “Well if it’s any consolation, they suit you.”
“Thanks!” said Jade.
“Not in your uniforms yet?” came Martha’s voice from the corridor outside the dorm. “Oh, hello Jade! Welcome to Pankhurst House. I hope you’ll be happy here.”
“Thank you, Mrs Willis,” said Jade. “I’m sure I will.”
“The other girls may have forgotten to mention it, but you’ll be having lunch down at the main school at one o’clock, and you’ll need to wear your uniform. I’ll be back in five minutes to make sure all your uniforms are dress-code-compliant.”
“Well, nice to meet you Jade,” said Rachel. “See you in a bit.”
She and Bethan returned to their dorm, where they put on their uniforms – a white blouse, a pleated pink miniskirt, white above-the-knee socks, and shiny black shoes with buckles. Bethan was unable to button her blouse above her belly button, and her squeezed-together breasts were practically bursting out as they strained against the slightly sheer material.
“Jeez, is that button going to hold?” asked Rachel.
“Fingers crossed!” said Bethan.
They went through to the Lower Sixth dorm, where Jade was struggling to fasten the buttons on her own blouse. “That looks like a lost cause,” said Rachel. “Spare your buttons, Jade, and leave them undone like Bethan.”
“Won’t I get into trouble?” asked Jade anxiously.
“I doubt it,” said Bethan. “You can’t help having big boobs. As long as you’re wearing a bra, I’m sure they won’t mind.”
Jennie was also struggling to fit into her blouse, and adopted the same solution. “If we’re all showing five acres of cleavage,” she said, “then at least we’ll be ‘uniform’.”
“Well I’m not,” said Rachel. “But I suppose I could undo a couple of buttons…”
“Let’s check on the Fifth-formers then,” said Bethan. “Make sure they’re ‘in compliance’.”
Francesca and Kirsty, however, were both wearing blouses that were loose enough to button up even above their F-cup breasts. They were not happy about undoing the buttons that kept their cleavages hidden, and so Rachel buttoned her blouse back up. “Three of us have our blouses buttoned, and three of us don’t,” she said. “It’s not uniformity but at least nobody stands out. We’ll see if Mad Martha makes a fuss.”
Martha entered the dorm two minutes later, holding a ruler in her hand, and she made the girls stand in a row while she looked them up and down. “Good, good,” she said approvingly, glancing at but not remarking on the large expanses of cleavage that Bethan, Jennie and Jade were showing. “Now, let’s take a look at the lengths of those skirts.” She got down on her knees and beckoned to Jennie. “Come here and turn around,” she said.
Jennie rolled her eyes, but she stepped over to Martha and then turned around. Martha carefully measured the distance between Jennie’s hemline and the lower curves of her barely-concealed buttocks. “Two inches below the buttocks,” she said. “That’ll do nicely, Jennie. Next let’s have Kirsty.”
Kirsty took Jennie’s place, and again Martha measured. “One-and-a-half inches,” she said. “Good, good. Rachel next please.” She measured again. “A little under an inch – very nice Rachel! Next let’s have Bethan. My goodness Bethan, you’re showing rather a lot of your bottom, dear … two-and-a-half inches above the buttocks! You do realise that the minimum skirt length is two inches above the buttocks?”
“Sorry,” said Bethan, grasping the sides of her skirt and tugging it down as far as it would go. “How about now?”
Martha measured again. “Hmm, very slightly over two inches now. I’ll let it go. Francesca next please. Oh dear Francesca, what’s this? Three-and-a-half inches below the buttocks?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Willis,” said Francesca wretchedly, “My skirts were all new last term, and my parents weren’t willing to buy new ones. They were hoping it would be all right…”
“Well it’s not all right,” said Martha sternly. “Get yourself to the school shop this afternoon and buy three new skirts between two inches below and two inches above the level of your buttocks. That’s the rule – it’s not a guideline.” She looked up at Jade. “You next, dear.” She measured Jade, and smiled. “Half an inch above the buttocks – perfect!” She went along the line, lifting each skirt in turn. “And you’re all wearing white satin panties – excellent.” She stood up. “Well, I have to go shopping. Mr Willis will be available in case of emergencies, but otherwise, I’ll see you this afternoon. Enjoy your lunch.”
Once she had left, the girls discussed their uniforms. “Bummer about having to get new skirts, Fran,” said Rachel.
“What was the code last term?” asked Jade.
“It’s been four inches below buttock-length, to buttock-length, for the last two years,” said Rachel. “Before that it was ‘between mid-thigh and two inches below buttock level’. But when it changed from that, it was also at the start of the summer term. God knows what they’ll make it two years from now – perhaps they’ll do away with the skirts altogether.”
“They wouldn’t do that, surely?” asked Jade, shocked.
Bethan laughed. “Well at least you wouldn’t have to worry about buying the wrong length!”
“Perhaps they’ll get rid of blouses, too – then you wouldn’t have to worry about your buttons!” said Francesca.
“Jade won’t be here in two years, half-pint,” said Bethan. “You will, though.”
“Well they might change it again this time next year,” said Francesca sullenly.
Jade chuckled. “That might almost be a relief. God knows how big these things will be by this time next year. Double-H? J? Double-J?”
“Wait, isn’t double-H the same as J?” asked Rachel.
“They do that sort of thing in America,” said Francesca, “but not here. We Brits have a rather messed-up cup size system.”
“Yeah, it’s always been a bit of a mystery to me,” said Kirsty. “I mean, a double-D is between a D and an E, right? So what’s a triple-D?”
“There’s no such thing, in this country,” said Francesca. “It’s D, double-D, E, F, double-F…”
“Wait, you missed out double-E,” said Rachel.
“There isn’t a double-E,” said Francesca. “God knows why not. Every letter has a double except for B, C and E. I told you it was messed-up.”
“Be right back,” said Jennie. “I need to take a dump.”
“Lovely,” said Bethan. “Have fun.”
“So if I was in the States,” said Jade, “what would I be, given that I’m a double-G here?”
Francesca thought for a moment. “A J-cup,” she said.
“Good grief,” said Jade. “And what are you?”
“In America, a G-cup. Here, just an F.”
“Well never mind, Fran,” said Bethan. “You’re only young – I’m sure you’ll be catching up with me and Jade in a couple of years.”
Francesca stuck her tongue out at Bethan, then giggled.
“Jesus Christ!”
Instantly all heads turned towards the sound, which was coming from the bathroom. The voice had been Jennie’s. “I’d better see what’s wrong,” muttered Rachel. She hurried to the bathroom, and opened the door. Instantly she was hit by what seemed like a solid wall of stink. She gagged and put a hand over her nose. Jennie was standing at the door to one of the cubicles, staring down with an expression of horror and disbelief.
“Ugh, that’s horrible!” said Rachel. “What’s in there? Has someone crapped on the floor?”
“Worse than that!” said Jennie. “Much worse. Come and see for yourself.”
Rachel stuck her head over Jennie’s shoulder, and gasped at the sight that met her eyes … which was a mistake, because she started choking, her eyes watering. “Oh … my … God!” she eventually exclaimed.
The toilet was full of poo. Rachel could not even imagine how many turds were in there. Fifty? A hundred? More? Most of the interior of the bowl was buried, and the pile rose to a peak in the middle that was only a couple of inches below the level of the seat.
“Who the fuck would do that?” demanded Jennie angrily.
The other girls were now entering, and uttering exclamations of disgust at the smell. They crowded around the entrance to the stall, wanting to know what the fuss was about. As they each glimpsed the mountain of poo in the bowl, they shrieked or retched in disgust.
“Oh my god, that is so disgusting!” cried Francesca.
“How is that even possible?” asked Bethan, staring at the poo in fascination. “I mean, you’d have to hold it in for months…”
“It’s clearly not the work of just one person,” said Rachel. “Or at least if it is, they’ve come back here day after day to add to the pile…”
“But we’ve only been away four weeks!” said Kirsty. “Could one person really produce all that in four weeks?”
“I don’t know,” admitted Rachel. “Maybe not.”
“But who could have done it?” said Jennie again. “Mad Martha’s daughters?”
“Somehow I doubt it,” said Bethan. “But what about Mr Windry’s boys?”
“That makes more sense,” said Jennie. “Those little fuckers!”
“What are we going to do, though?” asked Jade. “If you flush that, the toilet will flood.”
“Yeah, don’t try flushing it, for fuck’s sake,” said Jennie. “But it’s not our fucking problem, Jade – we’ll report it to Mad Martha and she can deal with it.”
“Except that she’s just gone out,” said Kirsty. “Should we tell Mr Willis instead?”
“That old pervert? Don’t for Christ’s sake give him an excuse to come in here,” said Jennie. “Remember when the cistern broke?”
“Oh god yes,” said Rachel. “He was in and out of here without any warnings for a fortnight. All right, we’ll wait for Martha.” She noticed Bethan still staring at the poo, and said, “Hey Bethan, I dare you to sit down on that toilet seat.”
“You’re joking!” said Bethan, turning wide eyes on Rachel.
Rachel laughed. “It’s a dare, Bethan – take it or leave it.”
Bethan shuddered. “And if I don’t take it?”
Rachel thought for a minute. “Then you have to kiss Colin Grossman.”
“Yuck!” said Bethan. She regarded the toilet seat, and nodded. “All right.”
“You’re not fucking seriously going to sit down on that thing?” asked Jennie in disbelief.
“Eww, Bethan!” said Francesca, wrinkling her nose. “How can you even think of doing that?”
“Who’s Colin Grossman?” asked Jade.
“You’ll see,” said Rachel, smirking.
She and Jennie made way for Bethan as she entered the stall, and then they watched with bated breath as Bethan slowly lowered herself on to the seat. She planted her hands on either side of the seat, and spread her legs slightly apart as she connected with the plastic. “There,” she said. “Good enough?”
Rachel looked between Bethan’s legs – her tiny skirt concealed little – and shuddered at the sight of the peak of the pile of poo, just an inch below Bethan’s panties. Bethan was clearly not putting all her weight down, but that was very understandable. “Okay Bethan,” she said. “Dare fulfilled.”
Bethan sighed with relief as she got up again. Then she looked mischievously at Jennie. “I dare you to do that too, Jennie – only without your panties on.”
“Oh fuck no!” said Jennie. “Or what?”
“You have to kiss Colin Grossman – I think that’s a pretty good forfeit, nice one Rachel.”
“Ugh!” exclaimed Jennie. “Fucking hell.” She let Bethan pass by her, then she hoisted up her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees, and lowered herself on to the toilet seat. The others watched wide-eyed as her completely shaved pussy descended to within an inch of the poo. “Good enough?” she said.
“God Jennie, you’re so brave! I could never do that!” breathed Francesca.
Jennie got up again. “Really?” she said with an evil grin. “Well how about I dare you, Fran?”
Francesca’s face fell. “Oh no!” she said fearfully. “Please don’t!”
“Fran,” said Jennie, “I dare you to take off your panties, and sit on this toilet until your pussy is less than half an inch away from the poo.”
“Oh no!” said Francesca, backing away. “No, I can’t do it!”
“In that case you’ll have to kiss Colin Grossman,” said Rachel.
“And we’re talking a proper snog, not just a peck on the cheek,” said Bethan.
“Ugh! Why do I have to do either?” Francesca said plaintively.
“It’s a dare – that’s the rule,” said Bethan.
Francesca bit her lip, and tears came to her eyes. “All right – I’ll do it,” she whispered.
They let her through, and she turned around in front of the toilet. Pulling her panties down, she lifted her skirt, and then slowly and nervously lowered herself down towards the pile of poo. By the time the poo was two inches away from her pussy, she looked terrified.
“Keep going,” said Jennie with ruthless glee.
They all stared as Francesca, with a little whimper, lowered her blonde-tufted pussy towards the poo. She was shaking so much that she accidentally came much closer than half an inch, almost brushing the poo before she pulled away again hastily.
“Well done!” said Jennie.
Francesca heaved a sigh of relief as she got up again. She pulled her panties up, and turned to Jennie. “All right, I dare you to actually let the poo touch your pussy!”
“What the fuck?” said Jennie, scowling at Francesca. “I just did a fucking dare! What about Jade and Kirsty and Rachel? Rachel started this fucking thing, and she hasn’t done a dare yet!”
“Too late,” said Rachel, grinning. “You’ve been dared – there’s no going back.”
“Fuck! Colin Grossman’s looking more and more attractive by the minute,” muttered Jennie.
“Eww!” cried Bethan and Kirsty.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” said Jennie crossly. “Oh well, what the fuck.” She pulled her panties back down, and sat down slowly on the toilet. This time the others grimaced as they watched, and Francesca covered her eyes, peeking through her fingers as Jennie’s pussy approached the poo. The uppermost turd in the pile had a rounded end, which moved slightly as it nudged against Jennie’s labia.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” cried Jennie as she stood up again and reached for some toilet paper, discovering belatedly that there was none. “Where’s the fucking paper?” she demanded.
Kirsty retrieved some from the next stall. “Here,” she said.
“Thanks,” said Jennie, and wiped her pussy thoroughly. Then she stood up, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Francesca, whose eyes widened in fear.
But then Jennie turned to Rachel. “This is all your fault,” she said. “Rachel, I dare you to sit down on this toilet, and sit for thirty seconds with your pussy touching the poo.”
“Ugh!” said Rachel. “Well if you can do it, I suppose I can do it for a just a little longer.”
She stepped into the stall, hoisted up her skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees, revealing her newly-shaved pussy. She lowered herself on to the seat while the other girls watched in fascinated disgust, and gingerly positioned her pussy so that her left labia was just above the poo. She lowered herself a little more, and the poo pressed against her pussy lip. The sensation made her feel sick. “Time me, time me!” she gasped.
“Am doing,” said Jennie, looking at her watch.
“Oh, oh, I can’t bear to watch!” said Francesca, turning her head to one side while keeping her eyes glued to Rachel’s pussy.
“You girls are crazy,” said Jade. “Is this Colin Grossman a mutant or something?”
“You just wait till you meet him,” said Kirsty. “Then you’ll understand.”
“Thirty seconds!” said Jennie. “Fuck, Rachel, well done.”
“Thanks,” said Rachel, getting to her feet. She took some paper from Kirsty, and wiped herself. “Now – I think it’s new girl initiation time.”
“Hehe, too fucking right,” said Jennie, chuckling.
“Jade, I dare you to take out one of those magnificent mammaries of yours, and press your nipple into that pile of poo.”
Jade bit her lip. “Is that really better than kissing Colin Grossman?”
“Ohhh yes,” said Bethan. “Trust us, it is.”
“Well I suppose I’d rather my breast touched the poo than my pussy,” said Jade, “so I figure I’m getting off lightly. I’ll do it.”
They let her through, and watched as she tugged her blouse and bra down, lifting out her huge right breast. Her areola was a couple of inches across, and her nipple was almost flat.
“Wait a second,” said Jennie. “If you’ll excuse the liberty, Jade…” She bent her head down, pursed her lips, and blew a fine jet of air at Jade’s nipple. After just a moment, the nipple started to stand out.
“Perhaps you’d like to suck on it too?” complained Jade.
Jennie laughed. “Sorry,” she said. “Not a lesbian.”
Jade knelt down beside the toilet bowl, and guided her breast towards the poo. Her nipple contacted the side of the hill, but she kept pushing, and her breast flesh flattened slightly. Then she pulled back, and stood up. There were faint brown smears on and around her areola. “Good enough?” she said.
The others applauded. “Absolutely,” said Rachel.
“Well I can’t help noticing,” said Jade, “that Kirsty hasn’t yet done anything.”
“Very true!” said Jennie.
“Uh-oh,” said Kirsty nervously. “I wondered when it was going to be my turn.”
“Kirsty,” said Jade, “I dare you to sit on this toilet, and let that poo at the top actually touch the entrance of your vagina.”
“Ugh, gross!” said Francesca. “Don’t do it, Kirsty!”
Kirsty hesitated. “How long would I have to snog Colin Grossman?” she asked.
“Five minutes,” said Jennie. “A full-on makeout session.”
“Yuck, no, I couldn’t possibly,” said Kirsty. She stared at the poo, and gulped. “All right.”
“Kirsty!” shrieked Francesca. But she kept her eyes fixed on Kirsty as the sixteen-year-old pulled her panties down, revealing a little landing-strip of brown hair above her puffy young labia.
“You’ll have to spread your legs wide, so we can see it,” said Jennie.
Kirsty did so, looking rather pale as she lowered herself on to the poo. Jennie crouched and looked closely, as the poo finally contacted the soft moist flesh between her labia, just in front of the entrance to her vagina. “Good girl!” said Jennie. “Up you get.”
“Eww eww eww!” said Kirsty, jumping to her feet. She wiped herself frantically with some of the paper she was still holding. Then she said, “I think Bethan got off easily, going first. Bethan, I dare you to sit down here, with your panties down, and rub your pussy against the top of the poo so that it leaves brown smeary marks.”
“Jesus!” exclaimed Bethan, looking disgusted. “That’s way worse than anything anyone’s done so far!”
“Shall I let Colin know what time you’ll be meeting him in the bike shed?” asked Rachel.
“Oh God,” said Bethan. “Fine, fuck it.” She re-entered the stall, pulled down her panties, and lowered herself on to the seat. Looking down between her legs, she guided her shaved pussy on to the top of the pile of poo, and then gyrated her pelvis, so that the tip of the poo rubbed back and forth against her labia.
“Eww!” cried Kirsty.
“Oh how can you do that?” wailed Francesca. “It’s so disgusting!”
Bethan got to her feet, and peered down at her pussy. “Will that do?”
Jennie stooped, and recoiled. “Ugh, yes, for fuck’s sake hurry up and wipe yourself though.”
Kirsty handed Bethan some more paper from the next stall. “We’re getting pretty low on paper now,” she reported. “And I don’t see any spares.”
“Yes, well obviously nobody’s been in here since the end of last term, apart from those fucking boys,” said Jennie. “And they probably used most of the paper themselves.”
Bethan finished wiping, and carried the paper around into the adjacent stall. She dumped it in the bowl, and flushed. “All right,” she said, “Fran, it’s your turn again.”
“Oh no!” said Francesca. “No no no, please don’t make me touch the poo!”
“Francesca,” said Bethan solemnly, while the fifteen-year-old’s eyes widened in panic, “I dare you to raise the seat of the toilet, then sit down, and lower yourself down until the poo goes a little way into your vagina.”
“Eww, Bethan!” said Kirsty. “That’s too nasty!”
“Well someone has to end this, right?” said Bethan. “It’s obvious it isn’t going to be over until someone chickens out and agrees to make out with Colin Grossman. Might as well be sooner rather than later.”
Francesca was clearly engaged in an internal struggle. “Five minutes, you said, with Colin I mean?”
“Yup, five minutes,” said Bethan. “And you have to snog him properly – we’re talking passionate French-kissing, with both tongues in each other’s mouths.”
“Eww!” wailed Francesca. “What if he tries to feel me up?”
“I think that’s rather inevitable, if it’s going to last five minutes,” said Rachel. “Bethan, it’s up to you.”
“Yeah,” said Bethan, “if he tries to get his hand in your bra, you have to let him. Same with your panties.”
“Jesus!” said Jennie, grinning wickedly. “This is getting better and better!”
“Bethan, that’s a bit much!” complained Kirsty. “Since when did a snog have to involve fingering?”
“It doesn’t always,” said Bethan. “But we hadn’t defined what this particular snog was going to involve, so that’s what I’m doing now.”
Francesca’s lower lip was trembling as she said, in a small voice, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“What, snog Colin?” asked Rachel.
“No!” said Francesca. “I’ll sit on the poo.” She hiked up her skirt, pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. Then she stepped into the stall.
In rapt silence, they all stared at her pussy as she gingerly lowered herself, with her legs spread wide, on to the pile of poo. Jennie knelt down to look more closely, and she shuddered as Francesca’s vaginal opening touched the tip of the poo. Then Francesca, her face contorted with misery and disgust, let her pussy descend another inch, and the poo pushed up inside her a short distance.
“Oh my god I can’t look!” said Kirsty.
Francesca got up again. “Toilet paper!” she said urgently. Kirsty handed her a few sheets, which Francesca pushed inside herself a bit to wipe out any poo that had been left inside her.
“Wow, Fran!” said Bethan, impressed. “I never thought you’d go through with that.”
Francesca shivered. “Well I jolly well hope that someone chickens out before it’s my turn again,” she said. She looked around. “Rachel – I dare you to grab hold of that poo on top of the pile, and mash it all over your pussy.”
“Ooh, you evil wench!” said Rachel, wide-eyed. She folded her arms. “Just for clarification, if I let Colin get his hand inside my panties, what if he tries to put his fingers inside me?”
“I’d say that’s also inevitable,” said Bethan. “I thought it went without saying.”
“It’s not up to you now,” snapped Rachel. “Fran?”
Fran looked from Bethan to Rachel. “I agree with Bethan,” she said. “You have to let him put his fingers inside you.”
“Fine,” said Rachel with a scowl. “Just checking.” She walked into the stall.
“You’re seriously going to go ahead and do this?” asked Bethan.
Rachel shrugged. “We are talking about Colin Grossman, after all,” she said, pulling down her panties. She squatted over the toilet, and reached down towards the pile.
“EWWWW!!” cried several voices, as Rachel’s fingers penetrated the poo mountain and grasped the topmost turd.
Rachel grimaced and closed her eyes as she pressed the squishy poo against her pussy and began to mash it into her labia and clitoris. To her credit she did a proper job, covering her entire pussy area with a thick coating of the now shapeless turd. Then she retched, and Jennie stood back hastily in case Rachel threw up. But fortunately the eighteen-year-old managed to keep her stomach contents in place.
She stood up. “Now get me some fucking toilet paper!” she exclaimed.
Kirsty handed her a few sheets. Rachel took them and opened them out. “Four sheets?” she said. “I need more than that!”
“That’s the last of it!” said Kirsty apologetically.
Jennie chuckled. “Looks like you’ll have to wipe very carefully, Rachel,” she said.
Rachel did so, chunks of poo dropping back into the toilet bowl as she scraped them off with the paper. As the paper became browner and browner, she used whatever white areas remained to clean the remaining streaks of poo from her pussy. By the time the paper was completely messy, she had successfully removed every trace of poo from her clit and labia.
“Good job!” said Bethan.
“I still want to wash myself, though,” said Rachel. “Maybe even take a shower. But not before you do your next dare … Jennie!”
“Oh fuck, why me?” complained Jennie.
“It’s your turn!” said Rachel.
“But I’ve already done two! Kirsty and Jade have only done one each!”
“But theirs have been worse than either of yours,” said Rachel. “Anyway stop whinging – I can pick whoever I want. So Jennie, I dare you to grab another poo from the pile, drop it into the back of your panties, pull your panties up so that the poo presses against your bottom, and leave the poo in there for ten minutes.”
“Fucking hell, you want me to mess my panties?” said Jennie. “Forget it – they’re new!”
“Cool!” said Bethan. “Looks like we just found Colin his first date.”
“Now wait a minute,” said Jennie quickly. “Can’t we at least set some limits on what the dares can and can’t be?”
“Absolutely not!” said Bethan. “What’s the point in that? If you don’t want to do the dare, then you don’t – you just do the forfeit. I think we can all agree that the forfeit is certainly possible, and not life-threatening or anything. How badly do you not want to have poo in your panties?”
“Not that badly,” muttered Jennie. “All right!” She reached down into the toilet bowl, wrinkled her nose up, and plunged her fingers into the poo.
“EWWWWW!!!” cried all the other girls.
Jennie pulled out another turd, and, hoisting up the back of her skirt with her other hand, she tugged out the waistband of her panties, and dropped the poo inside. “Okay,” she said, looking at her watch. “Ten minutes starting now!”
“We should take a photo,” said Bethan, grinning wickedly. “Jennie the panty-pooper.”
“Oh really?” said Jennie, pushing past Bethan as she left the stall to wash her hand. “In that case, Bethan, I dare you to grab another turd, put it in the back of your panties, with one end against your anus so it’s like you’re pooping it, and hold your panties open while we take a photo of you apparently really doing a poo in your panties.”
“Wait, it’s Kirsty or Jade next!” said Bethan.
“Tough!” said Jennie.
Kirsty held up a hand, and Jade high-fived her with a grin.
“Well you have to promise to delete the photo afterwards,” said Bethan. “I won’t have a photo of me apparently crapping in my panties doing the rounds. I’d be the laughing stock of the school.”
“We’ll keep it secret and safe,” said Jennie.
“So you can blackmail me at your leisure? Fuck no,” said Bethan. “Whatever we do here, there needs to be no permanent record of it.”
“I agree with Bethan,” said Kirsty.
“Well I don’t,” said Rachel. “A dare is a dare. But since Jennie didn’t specify which camera would be used in the photo, I think Bethan should get to choose that.”
Bethan’s eyes lit up. “My own camera!” she said.
“Oh come on, no, I meant my camera!” said Jennie. “Or anyone’s but Bethan’s!”
“But you didn’t say so!” said Bethan. “My camera it is – and don’t any of you buggers even think about stealing the card out of it. I’ll be deleting the photo at the first opportunity.” She hurried through to the Upper Sixth dorm, and returned with her camera. A moment later, she was posing with one foot up on the toilet, and holding the side of her panties away from her buttock while Jennie took a photo of a large poo apparently coming out of her anus. Then, because Jennie had not asked her to keep the poo in her panties, she emptied them out into the toilet bowl.
“I’d go and change,” she said, “but I suppose it would be prudent to wait until the game’s over. Jade, I believe it’s your turn now.”
“Uh-oh,” said Jade. “You know, I don’t know Colin at all, so I might as well tell you, I’m thinking I’ll just take my chances with him than mess myself up with poo.”
“Perhaps we should show her a photo of him,” suggested Kirsty.
“Good idea,” said Rachel. “Anyone got one?”
“He was in the school magazine that came out last summer,” said Bethan. “He wrote that article on sewage treatment.”
“Ugh, yes I remember,” said Jennie. “What a weirdo – that was a disgusting article. I can’t believe they included it in the magazine!”
“There should be a copy on the bookshelf in the hall,” said Francesca. “I’ll be right back.” A moment later she returned, thumbing through the pages. “Aha – here it is.” She handed the magazine to Jade, and pointed to the photo.
“Fuck me!” said Jade, staring wide-eyed at the photo.
“Yup,” said Bethan, “and that’s not even the half of it. You wait till you actually meet him … talk to him…”
“Smell him,” muttered Rachel under her breath.
Bethan grinned. “So Jade – I dare you to take an actual dump in your panties, and leave it there until we go to lunch.”
“Okay,” said Jade.
“That’s all?” said Jennie. “Her own poo? She doesn’t even have to touch the crap in the toilet?”
“But she has to leave it in her panties until lunch,” said Bethan defensively.
“I still think she’s getting off fucking lightly!”
“That’s as may be,” said Rachel. “But the dare’s been set, and accepted.”
“Can I have a wee first?” asked Jade. “Otherwise I’ll dribble while I’m … doing the poo, and I’d rather not have wet as well as messy knickers.”
“No,” said Jennie, “if you dribble, you dribble.”
“It’s not up to you,” said Rachel crossly.
“No, I agree,” said Bethan. “My dare, my rules – and no wee beforehand.”
“It’s not up to you either!” said Rachel. “You only said she had to do a poo in her panties – which she’s agreed to do. You have no say in whether she has a wee first.”
“Oh fine,” said Bethan grumpily.
“Thanks,” said Jade gratefully to Rachel. She shut herself in the next stall, sat down, and peed. Then she looked for toilet paper, scowled, wiped herself with her hand instead, flushed, pulled her panties up, left the stall, and washed her hands. Then she turned towards the others, who were waiting expectantly. She sighed. “All right, I’m doing it,” she said. She strained, and after a moment, a thick column of poo began to slide out of her anus. When it was halfway out, she pinched it off. “Done,” she said.
“Already?” asked Bethan. “Let me see!”
Jade turned around, and lifted the back of her skirt.
“I don’t even see anything!” said Bethan, coming over. “Let’s see inside.”
Jade pulled open the back of her panties, and Bethan saw a small nugget of poo nestling against the new girl’s buttocks. “That’s tiny!” she exclaimed.
“You didn’t say how big it had to be,” said Jade innocently.
The other girls laughed as Bethan spluttered indignantly. “She’s got you there!” said Rachel. “Okay Jade, what’s next?”
“It’s Kirsty’s turn,” said Jennie.
“Shush!” said Rachel. “Jade can pick whomever she wants.”
“I pick Kirsty,” said Jade. “Seems only fair. Kirsty, I dare you to do a poo in your knickers – and you have to completely empty your bowels. Then you have to keep the poo in your knickers until after lunch.”
But this apparently was against an unwritten rule that Jade had not been aware of. “You can’t dare someone to do something that would get them into trouble,” said Bethan. “Going to lunch with panties full of poo would pretty much get Kirsty expelled.”
“Oh,” said Jade. “Sorry. All right, then, just until lunch.”
“Well if I thought I’d be the only one doing it,” said Kirsty, “then I’d be more reluctant. But you’ve already got some poo in your panties, and the game isn’t over yet, so I suspect we might have more company soon. I’ll do it.”
“Ten minutes!” said Jennie. “Thank Christ!” She went into the stall with the poo-filled toilet, and pulled down her panties, shaking them so that the poo inside fell out, and on to the pile in the toilet bowl.
“I think I’ll take a leaf out of your book, Jade, and have a wee first,” said Kirsty. She did so, then emerged from the stall and took a deep breath. “Okay!” she said, and began to strain. A long poo slithered out of her anus, curling up in the back of her panties, and she shuddered as she felt it pressing against her buttocks. She continued pushing, and the poo became lumpier and thicker. By the time she had finished, the back of her panties was stretched around a bulge that sagged below her hemline. She turned around and lifted the back of her skirt to prove that she had done the dare.
“Yuck,” said Jennie, staring at Kirsty’s heavily-laden panties. Then she squealed as Kirsty reached back with one hand, cupped the bulge, and squished it slightly against her bottom. “Kirsty, what the fuck are you doing??”
Kirsty dropped her skirt and turned around quickly, blushing furiously. “Nothing,” she said. “Rachel, I think it’s your turn next. I dare you…”
“Actually it’s Francesca’s,” said Jennie, then “What?” as Francesca glared at her.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Rachel. “I don’t mind going next. Since each dare is worse than the last, taking my turn before Fran just means that her dare will be worse than mine, rather than the other way around.”
“Oh!” said Francesca, who had not thought of it quite like this. “No, it’s best if we keep in order.”
Rachel and the others laughed. “All right,” said Kirsty, grinning. “Fran, I dare you to fill the back of your panties with poo from the toilet, and leave it there until lunch.”
“Eww, no, I can’t possibly do that!” wailed Francesca. “It’s one thing if it’s your own poo, but I don’t want a whole bunch of disgusting boys’ poo in my panties!”
“Yay!” said Rachel. “I guess I’m off the hook then. Game over. Enjoy your snog with Colin, Fran.”
“Colin and Fran, up a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G…” chanted Bethan, and Jennie quickly joined in.
“Oh bother it!” said Fran, looking tormented. “Kirsty, you didn’t have to make it so horrible! All right – I’ll do it.”
She rolled up her skirt, turning it into a thick round belt, so that it would not get in the way. Then she pulled out her panties, reached down into the toilet bowl, hesitated, and then sank her hand into the poo. The other girls gasped and squealed in horror. Francesca looked as if she was about to be sick, but she scooped up a large handful of poo and dropped it into her panties, where it fell stickily against her buttocks.
“Eww, oh my God!” she whined. “This is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever done!”
“Well keep going,” said Kirsty. “I said fill your panties, remember.”
“You said fill the back! It seems pretty full to me!”
“Not by a long shot! You’ll need another two large handfuls like that, at least.”
“Another two? No way! Rachel, please tell me I don’t have to put any more poo in my panties!”
Rachel craned her neck to see how much was in there already. “I don’t know, Fran, that doesn’t look very full to me. Try another handful and we’ll see how it looks then.”
Francesca whimpered as she went back for another large handful. By the time she had dropped it into place, there was now a bulge in her panties the size of a large grapefruit.
“Definitely not full yet,” said Jennie.
“Awww!” said Francesca.
“I agree,” said Rachel. “Back you go for another, Fran.”
Francesca, still whimpering, scooped up another chunk of poo, this one even bigger than the previous two. She dropped it on top of the rest of the poo, and her panties sagged suddenly under the weight. Poo began to peep out of the leg-holes at the base of her buttocks, where they curved inwards to meet her crotch.
“I think that’ll do,” said Rachel.
“Ugh!” cried Francesca in utter disgust, as she waddled out of the stall holding her messy hand in front of her. The bulge in her panties wiggled from side to side with each step. As she washed her hand, she said, “Okay, Rachel, I dare you to fill the front and back of your panties with poo from the toilet, and keep it in there until lunch!”
“Eww!” said Rachel. “Well, I suppose I can do that, after what you fifth-formers have done. But I’m taking off my skirt – no sense in getting it messy too.” She unbuttoned and unzipped the short pink garment, stepped out of it, and threw it towards the door. Then she entered the toilet stall, reached into the bowl with only a moment’s hesitation, and proceeded to fill her panties with poo.
“Ergh, I don’t know how you can do that so calmly,” said Jennie, folding her arms defensively.
“Just bowing to the inevitable,” said Rachel. “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I both chicken out on a dare and resign myself to snogging Colin Grossman.” She shuddered as she packed poo around her pussy and felt her labia squish into the mess. When she was done, the bulge in the back of her panties was even bigger than Francesca’s (mainly because she was bigger than Francesca, and so were her panties), and there was an orange-sized bulge in the front as well. “Well, we’re making quite a dent in the pile, but there’s still plenty left. Jade, I dare you to fill your panties, front and back, and also pack a couple of handfuls into each cup of your bra … and leave it all there until lunch.”
“God almighty!” said Jade, wrinkling her face up. “I can’t believe I’m even taking part in this. But I suppose if the rest of you can stand to fill your knickers with poo, I can do the same. And the bra won’t be as bad anyway.” She unbuttoned her blouse and skirt, and took them both off. As she began to pack poo into her panties, burying the small nugget that was already in there, the others watched in fascination, except for Rachel who was still scrubbing her hands.
When Jade finally stepped out of the stall, her panties were bulging almost as much as Rachel’s, though she had not put as much in the front. Her enormous, sheer-cupped bra was now rather lumpy from containing various chunks of poo, which could be seen as dark areas covering and surrounding her nipples. “Totally gross!” she said, grimacing unhappily. “Bethan, your turn I believe. I dare you to … blimey, it seems like we’re running out of things to do with this poo…” She thought for a moment. “Okay, I dare you to dump all the poo you’ve got inside you into the back of your knickers, and then fill up the front with poo from the toilet. Also, put a big piece of poo in each cup of your bra. And then pose for ten photos, taken by someone other than yourself with their own camera. Oh, and keep the poo in your knickers and bra until lunch.”
“Steady on, new girl!” said Bethan. “That’s rather a big jump from the last dare, isn’t it?”
“Not really!” said Jennie happily. “And I’ll volunteer my own camera.”
“Oh no no no, not Jennie’s!” said Bethan firmly. “We’ll use Rachel’s.”
“Fine with me,” said Rachel. “But don’t think I’ll delete them immediately just because we’re friends.” She grinned at Bethan, who scowled back.
While Bethan was taking off her skirt and blouse, Rachel fetched her camera, and she took four photos while Bethan was pooping into her panties. Then she took a few more while Bethan was filling her panties and bra with poo from the toilet, and then she had Bethan pose provocatively with one hand cradling her bulge.
“These photos had better never be seen by anybody not in this room!” said Bethan in a warning growl. “And don’t download them on to a computer, Rachel!”
“I’ll do what I like with them,” said Rachel mischievously, and she took the tenth and final photo.
“All right,” said Bethan. “Well it seems to me that somehow Jennie’s gone ages without doing a dare, so it must definitely be her turn by now. Jennie, I dare you to take one of the turds in that toilet bowl, shove it up inside you as far as it will go, and leave it there until lunch.”
The others all stared at Bethan. “Woah!” said Jade.
“That’s … disgusting!” exclaimed Jennie, for once at a loss for words. “You can’t expect me to do that!”
“I don’t expect anything,” said Bethan with an evil grin. “If you’d rather snog Colin Grossman, that’s fine with me. But since the dares have got a lot more intense, I think it’s about time the forfeit got a little more interesting. So if you choose not to shove a poo up yourself, then you not only have to snog Colin for five minutes, you have to actually ask him to finger-fuck you. In front of witnesses.”
“What? No fucking way!” exclaimed Jennie. “You can’t change the fucking forfeit!”
“Why not? The forfeit can be changed as often as the dare changes! Can’t it, Rachel?”
“Of course it can,” said Rachel. “You can set whatever forfeit you like, as long as it complies with the unwritten rules.”
“Yeah, which are what exactly?” asked Jade. “New girl, remember? I’ve already discovered, the hard way, the one about not getting someone into trouble. What else is there?”
“It can’t be dangerous,” said Rachel. “No bodily harm or risk of injury.”
“And what do you call putting a poo in my vagina?” demanded Jennie. “I’m bound to get some kind of infection!”
“We’re all risking infection,” said Rachel sternly. “Those of us with full panties at any rate. Don’t be such a baby.”
“Jesus!” Jennie grumbled. “Fucking hell – I can’t believe this. All right – I’ll do it.” She rolled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and peered into the toilet bowl. Much of the poo mountain had disappeared, and instead of forming a peak, the poo was now roughly flat from one side of the bowl to the other. It was fairly compressed at this level, but Jennie managed to pull out a short, stubby and quite solid turd from near the edge. “This is so wrong,” she muttered, as she placed one foot on the rim of the toilet, and began to push one end of the turd against her vaginal opening.
For a moment, the turd began to squish rather than enter her, but as Jennie worked it back and forth, suddenly it slid into her vagina an inch or so, and she gently eased it further and further in. The others stared in shock, watching the poo outside Jennie’s vagina slowly shrink … to two inches, one inch, half an inch … and then disappear completely.
“Ugh!” exclaimed Jennie. “I can’t believe I have a fucking poo inside me!” She pulled her panties back up with one hand, and left the stall to wash the other. As she walked, she could feel the poo sliding against the walls of her vagina and butting up against her cervix.
“How does it feel?” asked Kirsty curiously.
“Horrible!” groaned Jennie. “I can’t wait for lunchtime! What time is it?”
“Eleven-fifteen,” said Francesca, who was wearing a watch. “We’ve got ages yet.”
“Right,” said Jennie, “well I’m feeling especially mean because you all made me put a poo in my vagina, so … Rachel, I dare you to take a poo out of the toilet, and lick it with your tongue until your whole tongue is brown. Then you have to pose for ten photos, taken by myself with my camera, with the poo sticking out of your mouth and your lips closed around it.”
“What the fuck, Jennie!” exclaimed Rachel. “That’s just too much!”
“Then do the forfeit, and save us all from more shitty torment!” snapped Jennie viciously. “You think I like having a fucking turd in my cunt? It’s disgusting, it’s dehumanising, it’s … I don’t know. But what I do know is that the forfeit just got worse. Now, as well as letting Colin put his fingers in your cunt, you’ve got to let him put his dick inside you!”
“Jennie, no!” said Bethan, in shocked tones. “That’s taking it too far.”
“Fuck it, then!” said Jennie. “Throw the fucking rules of the dare game out of the window if you want. But that’s the dare, and that’s the forfeit, and I’m not budging on either!”
Rachel looked queasy, her face turning pale. She turned to Bethan. “I don’t think I can lick a poo!” she whispered unhappily.
“Would you rather let Colin stick his stiffy inside you?” asked Bethan, sympathetically.
“I think I’d rather die!” said Rachel. “But as to whether it’s preferable to letting Colin … ugh, I can’t even bear the thought!”
“So what’s it to be, Miss Prefect?” asked Jennie.
Rachel glared at her. “I’ll lick the poo,” she said. “But you’ll pay for this one, Jennie! You wait until it’s your turn!” She went into the stall, reached into the bowl, and pulled out a rather flattened yellowish-brown turd, which crumbled in her grasp. She screwed her eyes tightly shut, gingerly stuck out her tongue, and brought the turd up to her mouth.
Kirsty and Francesca both squealed in disgust as Rachel’s tongue touched the tip of the poo. “Oh, I can’t watch!” exclaimed Francesca, turning her back on the scene.
Rachel began to lick the poo more firmly, gradually coating her tongue with a yellow-brown layer. Then she retched, and bowed her head, holding the poo at arm’s length.
“Are you okay?” asked Bethan in concern.
“Just trying not to be sick,” was Rachel’s muffled reply. Then she raised her head, and stuck out her tongue. “Aeh-keah?”
“Good enough, I suppose,” said Jennie, now somewhat mollified and beginning to feel a little guilty. “Oh – pictures.” She ran out of the toilet, and returned a minute later with her camera. “Okay – in it goes.”
Rachel lifted the poo to her mouth, closed her lips around the end of it, and waited with a grimace of disgust while Jennie took the photos. When Jennie had taken the tenth, she tossed the poo back into the toilet, then rushed to the nearest basin to rinse her mouth out. “God!” she exclaimed, once she had spat out a seventh mouthful of murky water. “That was the worst thing ever!” She rinsed a few more times, and then stood up straight. “Kirsty,” she said. “I believe you’re long overdue for a turn.”
“Uh-oh,” said Kirsty fearfully.
“Don’t worry,” said Rachel, “I’m not going to be a complete bitch and make you put poo in your mouth.” She shot a nasty look at Jennie. “But we have to escalate it somehow, so I dare you … to stuff as much poo as you can possibly fit into your vagina, and leave it there all day, until bedtime tonight. Also, the poo that’s currently in your panties, you have to keep in your panties all day. For lunch and dinner you can put on clean panties, but as soon as you get back from each meal, your poopy panties have to go back on, and stay on until bedtime.”
“Eww!” said Kirsty. “But what if the poo inside me leaks out during lunch?”
“I suppose you’ll just have to cross your legs,” said Jennie with a smirk.
“Maybe you could line your panties with toilet paper,” suggested Jade.
Francesca looked shocked. “You’re not really going to do that, are you?” she asked Kirsty, wide-eyed.
“Well it’s either that or have sex with Colin,” said Kirsty with a shrug. “And frankly I’d rather have poo inside me than Colin’s dick.”
“Really?” asked Jade, amazed at this.
“I can understand that,” said Bethan. “Poo at least won’t get you pregnant with some kind of mutant baby.”
The other girls crowded round the toilet stall as Kirsty, having taken off her skirt and lowered her poo-laden panties, began to force a thick turd into her vagina. By degrees it disappeared inside her, and she shuddered as she felt it sliding against her moist and soft inner flesh. When it hit her cervix, she kept pressing it inwards, so that it was crushed and compressed, expanding her vagina as it grew shorter and fatter. When it had been reduced from eleven inches to seven, its tip was flush with her opening, and she pulled her panties back up.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad!” she said brightly as she went to wash her hands. “I don’t know what you made such a fuss about, Jennie.”
Jennie stared stonily back at Kirsty, as if making a mental note to extract revenge later on.
“Now,” said Kirsty, “sorry Fran, but it’s your turn. I dare you to strip naked and pose for ten pictures while emptying your bowels into the cups of your bra. Bethan gets to take the photos with her camera, and determine your poses. You will then spend the rest of the day wearing just your poo-filled bra and panties, except for meals which you’ll attend fully-dressed and with clean underwear.”
“But what happens when everyone else arrives?” asked Francesca anxiously.
“The same thing that’ll happen to me!” said Kirsty, a little sharply. “They’ll all tease you, of course, but they’ll also understand when they hear about the dare and its forfeit. Everyone in this house knows the rules of the dare game.”
“All right,” said Francesca glumly. “At least I don’t have to eat poo or stick it up my vagina.” She began to take off her clothes, and Bethan chuckled as she picked up her camera.
“First picture,” said Bethan. “Lay your bra on the floor, then squat over it, with your hands on the floor behind you and your legs spread really wide.”
“But … you’ll be able to see everything!” wailed Francesca.
“That’s kind of the idea!” said Bethan.
Francesca looked rather miserable in six of the photos, although with her huge breasts taking up much of the picture, and her moist pink pussy crowned with its little neatly-trimmed thatch of blonde hair on full display, her face was hardly the first thing that would be noticed by anyone reviewing the photos later on. In the other four pictures, her face wore an expression of concentration as she strained to expel her poo from her anus.
Both bra cups were soon filled to capacity with thick turds, whereupon Francesca, with a whimper of disgust, put her bra back on, her F-cup breasts sinking into the mass of semi-firm lumps. She put her poo-filled panties back on, and left her skirt and blouse on the floor. “I did it!” she said, with a sigh of relief. “Now – Jade, I think it’s your turn. Jade, I dare you to … um … well, your panties and bra are already full… Oh. Hmm. Okay – I dare you to finish what you started earlier – finish emptying your bowels into your panties.”
“They’re kind of full…” said Jade.
“Well then you’ll have to be careful,” said Francesca, “because any poo that falls out on to the floor … you’ll have to eat!”
“No way!” said Jennie, grinning.
“Oh Francesca!” said Rachel with a pained expression. “That’s horrible!”
“Well I’m sure she can keep it all in her panties if she tries,” said Francesca defensively.
“I think I can,” said Jade. “I’ll do it.”
“Wait!” said Francesca. “Not yet – there’s more to the dare.”
“More?” inquired Rachel with a stern look.
“Yes – only that she has to wear her poo-filled bra and panties until bedtime, like Kirsty and me, except for meals.”
Jade sighed. “All right,” she said. She strained hard, and her anus opened up again. Her emerging poo soon hit the mass of poo in her panties, and resisted coming out any further, so she lowered her panties a little and kept on pushing. A new poo coiled up on top of the mass, and then another poo curled around on top of that. She pushed again, but all that escaped were a couple of little farts. “That’s it,” she said, pulling her panties up.
There was a ‘splat’, and a gasp from Kirsty. Jade looked down in shock, and saw, to her horror, a large chunk of poo that had fallen out of the leg-band of her panties. She looked up quickly at Fran. “I can’t eat that!” she said.
“You have to,” said Jennie. “You accepted the dare.”
Jade stared down at the poo with a look of panic. “I can’t!” she said. “I … I think I’ll just take the Colin option. I don’t know him as well as you lot, obviously, but even having sex with him has got to be better than eating someone else’s poo!”
“That’s not an option, I’m afraid,” said Rachel. “You accepted the dare, not the forfeit. To chicken out on the dare halfway through incurs the Penalty.”
“What’s the penalty?” asked Jade guardedly.
“Expulsion,” said Bethan. “Basically you have a week to get yourself expelled – or else we’ll all see to it that you get expelled, and for something really bad, like drugs or something.”
“But I don’t do drugs,” protested Jade, before she suddenly saw the light. “You’d frame me?”
Rachel nodded. “That’s how seriously we take the dare game,” she said. “So get munching, Jade – think of it as your initiation into this house.”
“God almighty!” muttered Jade. She knelt down, and picked up a piece of the fallen poo. Looking up, she seemed about to burst into tears. “Isn’t there any other way?”
The others all looked unhappy (except for Jennie, who was grinning), but they all shook their heads.
Jade sighed, then she took a deep breath, opened her mouth, popped the poo inside, then chewed furiously with her eyes clenched shut. Swallowing, she immediately retched, and threw up the contents of her breakfast all over the floor. Rachel and Bethan, who were in the firing line, jumped backwards out of the way.
Jennie burst out laughing. “Nice one, Jade!” she said.
Jade panted miserably. “Please tell me I don’t have to eat all that!” she begged.
“You don’t,” said Rachel. “The dare was to eat any poo that fell out of your panties. You’ve eaten one bit – it doesn’t matter that it came back up. You still have to eat the rest of the poo though.”
Jade retrieved the rest of the poo from the puddle of vomit, and pulled another small chunk off it. She threw it into her mouth, chewed rapidly again, and swallowed. She retched again, but this time managed to keep it down. Taking a short break, she swallowed a few times to get all the poo away from her abused taste buds, and then she popped the next piece in her mouth.
Somehow, she managed to get all the rest of the poo down. Then she got up and staggered to a basin to wash her mouth out. It was some minutes before she was ready to face the others again. When she did so, they all clapped their hands in a spontaneous round of applause, which even Jennie took part in.
“Well done!” said Rachel. “I’m glad you didn’t choose expulsion.”
“Me too,” Jade muttered. “Though that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.” She looked around at the others. “Jennie,” she said. “I dare you to empty your bowels into your knickers, fill the front of your knickers with poo, fill your bra with poo, eat a golf-ball-sized piece of poo out of the toilet, and stay in your poo-filled bra and knickers, with your cunt still full of poo, until breakfast tomorrow.”
“Jesus fuck!” exclaimed Jennie.
“Sounds good to me,” said Bethan.
“And me,” agreed Rachel. “I think that’s a very good dare, Jade.”
“What the fuck, are you ganging up on me?” demanded Jennie.
“Just a little,” said Rachel with a grin. “Because you’ve been the meanest of all of us when it comes to these dares.”
“Jesus!” exclaimed Jennie.
“As for the forfeit…” went on Jade. She paused, expecting Jennie to voice an objection, but she had misjudged the diminutive blonde. Jennie had no intention of chickening out on any of these dares, and therefore did not care much if the forfeit escalated. “It occurs to me that Colin, once he has his dick inside you, will probably come pretty quickly. But in the event that he doesn’t, you have to be patient with him, and let him fuck you until he does come.”
“Ugh!” said Francesca. “I can’t even imagine!”
“Fair enough,” said Jennie with a scowl. “I’ll take the dare anyway.” She went into the clean stall, sat down, peed, flushed, and emerged still scowling. Then she took off her blouse and skirt, bent her knees, and strained. A thick, knobbly turd pushed open her anus, and crawled slowly out of her rectum, tenting out the back of her panties. She continued to push, and lowered her panties a little to allow the turd to fully emerge. It bent in half, broke, and then folded back on itself as softer poo slithered out of her anus. She gave one last push, expelling a few more inches of soft poo, then she pulled her panties back up with a grimace of distaste.
With her panties bulging out behind her, she walked determinedly into the stall with the poo-filled toilet, and grabbed a large handful of poo, which she stuffed into the front of her panties. “Never let it be said that I didn’t do my dares properly,” she said, going back for another large handful. She squished the poo down, so that it oozed past her pussy and headed between her legs, and then she topped up the front of her panties with more poo from the toilet. Next, holding her capacious bra cups open one at a time, she liberally loaded them up with poo. When she let each one go, she shivered at the sensation of her nipples squishing into the boys’ turds, and the poo surrounding her breast flesh.
Then, taking a deep breath, she reached into the toilet bowl and pulled out a chunk of poo, which she rolled into a ball. It was a little larger than a golf ball, she judged, so she broke off part of it and re-rolled it. This time it was the right size, so she raised it to her mouth and bit it in half. The taste was indescribably revolting, and she uttered a muffled scream of fury and disgust. She chomped up and down on it, clenching her stomach in an attempt to keep it under control, and then she swallowed. Sweat beading on her brow, she popped the rest in her mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it.
Then she exited the stall at a fast waddle, grimacing as the cold poo in her panties began working itself between her labia, stroking her clitoris. She reached the basin and began to rinse her mouth out. The others all stared at her, impressed at her fortitude.
“All right!” she said, standing up straight at last. “Bethan, your turn now. I dare you to eat a whole fucking turd out of the toilet, while I take pictures with my camera to commemorate the occasion. Then stuff your cunt full with more turds from the toilet, again while I take photos. Keep the poo in your panties, bra and cunt until breakfast tomorrow, barring meals of course. I will keep the photos indefinitely, and I will find a suitable website to post them on.”
“Jesus!” exclaimed Bethan. “You can’t do that! What if other people find them? People I know?”
“The kind of website I’m thinking about,” said Jennie grimly, “nobody you know would dare admit to visiting. And the odds are hugely unlikely, anyway.”
“I don’t know, Jennie,” said Bethan, shaking her head slowly.
“If you refuse,” continued Jennie, “your forfeit is to snog Colin for at least five minutes, and have unprotected sex with him until he comes inside you, every day for the next three days.”
The other girls all gasped. “Jennie, it’s a bad time of the month for that,” said Bethan uncomfortably. “What if I got pregnant?”
“If you did, there are options – you wouldn’t have to keep it,” said Jennie. “And fucking hell, if you don’t like the forfeit, then do the fucking dare!”
Kirsty and Francesca were both speechless. Rachel was looking uncomfortable. “I’m beginning to think,” she said, “that maybe Bethan’s earlier idea, of there being no permanent record of a dare, should be made a rule.”
“You can’t introduce new rules in the middle of the game!” said Jennie hotly.
“It’s all right, Rachel,” said Bethan. “Jennie’s just digging her own grave here. All right, I’ll do the dare.”
Eating that poo was the hardest thing Bethan had ever done. She retched, she sweated, tears ran down her cheeks … and then she could hold it down no longer. Vomit surged up her gullet, and she threw up into the toilet, deluging the diminishing mass of poo with chunky yellow-brown liquid. “Ugh, my god,” muttered Bethan, as a mixture of vomit and snot leaked out of her nostrils while her eyes watered copiously. She went back to eating the turd, and managed to finish it without throwing up again.
Then, while Jennie took photo after photo, Bethan retrieved a long, thick turd from the toilet, and proceeded to stuff it into her vagina while holding her poo-filled panties to one side of her pussy. The turd was dripping with vomit, which actually helped to lubricate it as she slid it inside herself. It reached her cervix long before it was completely inside her, so she pressed hard against the end, crushing it inside her and expanding it until finally the turd was completely inside her. She pulled her panties back across, and stood up wearily.
“Whose turn is it?” she asked.
“Rachel’s,” said Kirsty.
Bethan nodded. “Jennie, I dare you…”
“Hey, what the fuck?” demanded Jennie.
“Like I said, Jennie,” said Bethan, “you dug your own grave. Jennie, I dare you to grab a couple of handfuls of poo out of the toilet, vomit and all, and massage it into your hair and all over your face, while I take photos for publication on the web. Then you have to eat Rachel’s poo as it comes out of her anus – as much as she can produce, while I take more photos, also for the web. Rachel, I think I’m right in saying you’re the only one who hasn’t emptied her bowels yet?”
“That’s right,” said Rachel, smiling.
“Fucking hell!” whispered Jennie, turning pale. “Not my hair!”
Bethan laughed. “That’s what you’re most bothered about? Oh, and as a forfeit if you refuse the dare, you have to publicly tell Colin you love him, and ask if you can be his girlfriend. Every day you have to snog him for at least ten minutes, and every day except when you’re on your period, you have to have unprotected sex with him. When a pregnancy test confirms that you are pregnant, only then can you dump him.”
The others all stared at Bethan, astonished. “Bethan, that’s pretty evil…” said Rachel.
“Just making sure Jennie doesn’t chicken out on the dare,” said Bethan.
“Yeah, but you’re dooming the rest of us to the same forfeit afterwards,” said Rachel.
Bethan’s face fell. “Oh. Okay, well maybe you just need to have sex with him every day for a week – and no public declaration of love.”
“Too late!” said Jennie. “The terms of the forfeit have been stated – but it doesn’t matter, because I accept the dare.”
She went into the stall, and knelt down in front of the toilet. The bowl was now barely half full, containing a sea of vomit with a couple of poo islands emerging from the surface. Gritting her teeth, Jennie plunged her hands into the disgusting muck, and pulled them out again, carrying a double-handful of gooey, dripping poo. She plastered it on to the top of her head and began rubbing it into her beautiful blonde hair as if it were shampoo.
“Hey, turn this way!” said Bethan. “I can’t get good photos if you’re facing the toilet.”
“You said you would take photos,” said Jennie grimly. “You didn’t say I had to pose for them.”
Bethan opened her mouth to reply, then closed it again. “Shit,” she said.
Jennie smirked, and went on to plaster the horrible mixture of poo and vomit all over her face, holding her breath and pursing her lips as she covered her nose, mouth and chin. Then she stopped. “I believe I’m done with this,” she said. “Rachel, get those panties down.”
Rachel pulled her poo-filled panties halfway down her thighs as Jennie crawled out of the stall and took up a position behind her. Bethan continued to snap away with her camera, grinning at the sight of Rachel’s poo starting to descend towards Jennie’s open mouth.
“Eww!” cried Kirsty, disgusted but unable to take her eyes off the scene. Francesca had already turned away.
Jennie took Rachel’s emerging poo between her lips, and started to chew on it with her eyes screwed shut. Trickles of brown liquid ran down over her eyelids, and continued down her cheeks. She tried to blank her mind, but the taste of the poo was just so horrible…
She threw up, vomit splashing over the back of Rachel’s legs and the contents of her panties. “Oh for god’s sake, couldn’t you have turned your head?” asked Rachel.
Jennie coughed, and spat. Then, her shoulders shaking, she began to cry. All of the girls froze at the sound. Rachel’s anus clenched, and her turd fell with a wet thud on to the floor between her feet. She looked at Bethan, who shrugged, nonplussed.
“Maybe we should stop…” ventured Jade.
“No!” said Jennie forcibly, pulling herself together. “The game doesn’t stop until somebody forfeits.” She picked up the turd that had fallen on the floor, and began to eat it. She retched, but continued … retched again … paused … then resumed. When she had swallowed the last of it, she said, “More please, Rachel.”
Rachel shrugged, and strained again, producing a long, soft rope of poo which Jennie ate through as fast as she could. Soon Rachel was finished, though it was another five minutes before Jennie had eaten the last of it. Bethan took a final photo, then said, “Okay Jennie, you are one brave fucker, I’ll give you that. Go and wash your face, sweetie.”
Jennie nodded, and staggered, half-blind from the poo and vomit in her eyes, towards the basins. Bethan helped her, guiding her hands, and Jennie feverishly turned on the taps and started splashing water on her face. She did not bother washing her hair, but wrung it out and plastered it down her back, where it reached her shoulder-blades. Rinsing her face again, she wiped off the excess water with her hands, and stood up.
“Well that was fun,” she said sardonically. “Bethan, I should totally make you do the next dare, but some of us have been getting off rather lightly, I think. Rachel, you don’t have any poo inside you, or in your bra, and as I recall you only have to keep that poo in your panties until lunch. Well it’s time to fix that, I think. I dare you to fill your bra cups with poo from the toilet, and stuff your cunt full of poo, while posing for photos which we will publish on the web. Then you have to stick your head in the toilet, and bury your face in the poo and vomit, rubbing it around until I tell you to stop. After that you can clean yourself up, but you have to keep the poo in your cunt, and the poo in your bra and panties, until breakfast tomorrow. Barring meals in the meantime.”
Rachel sighed. “All right.”
“Your forfeit will be the same as mine was – publicly declare yourself as Colin’s boyfriend, and have sex with him every day, except for periods, until you get pregnant.”
“Jennie, if I did that, I’d have to have the baby. I’m Catholic – my parents would never allow me to get an abortion.”
“Do you need their permission?” inquired Jennie.
“Well – I suppose not … but it would be pretty hard to arrange it without their knowledge. We are at a boarding school, after all, miles away from anywhere. What do you expect me to do, run away from school to get an abortion?”
“Jeez, Rachel, you’d only be three months along at the most by the start of the summer holidays,” said Bethan. “You could surely wait until then.”
Rachel bit her lip. “Abort a baby after three months? I’m not sure I could do that.”
“Fine,” said Jennie. “I’ll make it easier on you. As part of the forfeit, you have to actually have Colin’s baby, and remain his girlfriend until you do. After that, you can put it up for adoption or whatever you want, and you can dump Colin.”
“Christ, Jennie, that’s supposed to be easier??” demanded Bethan.
Jennie shrugged. “That’s the forfeit,” she said. “But I can’t imagine Rachel won’t do the dare instead.”
Rachel nodded. “Right,” she said. “I’ll definitely take the dare, thank you! Actually Jennie did just make it easier. There’s not a thing I wouldn’t do to avoid having Colin’s baby.”
“Except have an abortion,” said Jennie wryly.
“Right.” Rachel took off her blouse, threw it towards the door, then entered the stall, and knelt down to one side of it so that Jennie could take photos while she filled her bra with vomit-covered poo. Then she dug around for a solid turd to shove into her vagina, but everything she pulled out was soggy from being soaked in vomit. “This is no good,” she said. “I won’t be able to get any of this inside me.”
“Then take a turd out of your panties,” said Jennie. “You can replace it with mushy poo from the toilet.”
“Okay,” said Rachel. She found a nice thick, firm turd in her panties, and spread her legs, pulling her panties aside while she carefully worked the turd up into her vagina. Jennie gleefully took plenty of photos of this, and made sure to include Rachel’s face in some of the shots.
Once the insertion was accomplished, Rachel bent over the toilet bowl, and, taking a deep breath, sank her face into the vomit-poo mixture. The surface of the chunky liquid climbed up almost to her ears, and then she rolled her face around, trying to ignore the sensation of the thick poo sliding across her cheeks, nose and eyes with each movement. Then Jennie said, “Okay Rachel, that’s enough,” and Rachel pulled her face out.
She looked like something out of a nightmare, with her brown face dripping vomity chunks and bits of poo. Bethan helped her up and led her to the basins, where she washed her face thoroughly. “God, that was unbelievably horrible,” she muttered. She stood up, and turned to face the others.
“Kirsty,” she said. “Your turn. You’re the only one of us left still wearing a blouse, so that’ll have to come off. I dare you to fill your bra with poo, then eat an apple-sized chunk of poo from the toilet, while posing for photos which we’ll publish on the web. You have to keep the poo in your bra and panties until tomorrow breakfast … no, wait. I have a better idea. You have to permanently keep poo in your bra and panties while you’re here in Pankhurst House. You can empty it out only when you’re ready to take a fresh dump, which you’ll have to do in your panties. You have to take all your dumps in your panties from now on, until the end of term. While you’re in the main school, you obviously have to be clean, but as soon as you get back to this house, you have to put on your poopy bra and panties again. Your bra you will have to empty, I suppose, when it gets dry and crusty – but you’ll have to fill it up again… Hmm, but you can only produce so much…”
“I’ll volunteer to help her fill her bra with poo,” said Jennie, grinning. “How about I only ever take my dumps in Kirsty’s bra?”
“If you’re willing to help out in that way,” said Rachel, “then that works for me. Oh, and Kirsty, you have to keep that poo in your vagina for a whole week. After that, you can clean yourself out and you don’t have to refill it.”
“Good grief!” exclaimed Kirsty, looking pained.
“As a forfeit, you have to become Colin’s girlfriend, with the same rules as previously stated. Sex every day, apart from when you’re on your period, until you get pregnant, and you have to have the baby. And you stay Colin’s girlfriend until the baby arrives … and that means being a proper girlfriend to him – sex whenever he wants it, public snogging, letting him feel you up whenever he wants, and so on.”
“Well there’s no way I’m having Colin’s baby!” said Kirsty. “I’ll take the dare, though I think it’s pretty harsh! Keeping my panties and bra full of poo until the end of term? That’s just crazy!”
“Only while you’re in Pankhurst House,” Rachel reminded her.
“Even so!” said Kirsty. But she sighed. “All right. I’ve said I’ll take the dare and I will.” She took off her blouse, and spent the next couple of minutes filling her bra with poo while posing for photos. She then pulled a large chunk of poo out of the toilet, and worked it into a ball.
“That’s not big enough,” said Jennie.
“I’ve seen apples that size!” said Kirsty.
“So have I,” admitted Rachel. “Oh well, it’s not quite as big as I’d imagined, but I suppose I should have been more specific. Okay, that’ll do.”
Kirsty screwed her face up as she gingerly bared her teeth and brought the ball of poo to her mouth. She took a little bite, and retched. “Oh god, that’s just awful!” she complained. “How on Earth did you manage to get this down?”
“Determination!” said Jennie. “Try not to breathe through your nose while you eat it – your sense of taste is greatly enhanced by your sense of smell, so if you’re not smelling it, it won’t taste as bad.”
“Really?” asked Jade. “Is that true?”
Jennie nodded. “Worked for me.”
Kirsty steeled herself, then took a larger bite. She whimpered as she chewed it up, but she managed to swallow it. Then she took another bite. Little by little, she worked her way through the ball, until suddenly she bent over the bowl and threw up violently. Vomit splashed into the bowl, completely submerging the poo islands. Shuddering, Kirsty leaned back and continued to eat. When she was finished, she got up and waddled to the basins to wash her mouth out.
“Okay!” she said eventually. “Jade, your turn. I dare you to eat a cricket ball-sized quantity of poo out of the toilet, without using your hands. That means you’ll have to bury your face in the poo, and suck it into your mouth. When you’ve got a mouthful, spit it on to the floor, and go back for more. When you’ve got enough, eat it off the floor. Also, you have to fill your vagina with poo, since I’m pretty sure you haven’t done that yet. During all this, of course, you’ll have to pose for photos, which we’ll publish on the web. Like me, you have to keep poo in your bra and panties whenever you’re in this house. Rachel, would you mind volunteering to fill Jade’s bra with poo every couple of days?”
“Sure,” said Rachel, smiling.
“You have to keep poo in your bra and panties,” continued Kirsty, “not only until the end of this term, but for the whole of the next academic year as well – basically until you leave this school. Next year Rachel won’t be here, of course … that’s a problem.”
Rachel had a solution. “How about I take my dumps in your bra, Kirsty, and Jennie takes her dumps in Jade’s bra. Jennie will be here next year.”
“That would work – Jennie, you okay with that?”
“Yup, fine with me,” said Jennie.
“Finally, Jade, you have to keep the poo in your vagina until your next period.”
“Fuck me!” said Jade, looking unhappy. “You’ve got me wearing poopy underwear from now until July of next year??”
“That’s right,” said Kirsty. “Oh, the forfeit – you’ll have to be Colin’s girlfriend, and all the other stuff – have sex whenever he wants, have his baby, and so on … but you’re not allowed to adopt it out. Whether or not you and Colin stay together after the birth, you’ll have to keep the baby and raise it.”
“Which is definitely not going to happen,” said Jade firmly. “Well if I thought I would be alone in all this, I would choose expulsion instead. But I guess I’ll take the dare.”
“Good for you, Jade,” said Jennie. “Though I wish you’d put something in the dare about a poo-shampoo, Kirsty. Why am I the only one who had to do that?”
Jade entered the stall, knelt down, and, after a moment spent building up her courage, she lowered her face into the poo. She had hoped to be able to just find a chunk to bite off, but the poo was by now quite mushy, and she found she had to actually suck poo into her mouth. Of course plenty of vomit came with it, but as she pulled her head back, she let the liquid drain from her mouth while keeping her teeth almost closed together, leaving a soft mass of poo between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. She turned her head and opened her mouth, allowing the poo to drop on to the floor, where it splatted wetly.
She went back for more, and more, and more. Thirteen trips later, she had built up a sizeable quantity of poo on the floor, though it was hard to tell if it was orange-sized or not, since it resembled a cowpat more than anything else. “How do I know if that’s enough?” she asked, spitting and dribbling vomity poo as she spoke.
“Can she use her hands to shape it?” asked Jennie.
“It looks like enough to me,” said Kirsty. “Go for it, Jade.”
Jade crouched down, lowering her face to the floor, and began to suck the poo off the tiles. It was not long before the taste overpowered her. Bethan, who was in charge of taking photos this time, managed to capture a shot of Jade’s vomit cascading out of her mouth and over the floor beneath her.
“Ugh!” said Kirsty. “Sorry Jade!”
But Jade bravely soldiered on, and Bethan took a photo of her brown tongue licking the floor. When she had lapped up the last of the poo, leaving only a puddle of vomit surrounding her knees, Jade crawled out of the stall with her bulging panties swaying back and forth.
“Wait,” said Jennie, “you have to stuff your cunt full of poo now.”
“I know,” muttered Jade. “Just … give me a minute, please?”
The others waited patiently while Jade recovered herself. Then the busty sixteen-year-old fished around inside her panties, and pulled out a large, thick turd. She lay down on her back with her legs spread, pulled her gusset to one side, and carefully inserted the poo while Bethan took more photos. Soon she had packed her vagina full, and was shuddering from the sensations of the squishy muck oozing and sliding about within her.
“When’s your next period?” Francesca asked curiously.
“I just finished one,” said Jade with a sigh. “So, about three weeks.”
“Bad luck,” sympathised Kirsty.
Jade got to her feet, and went over to the basins to wash her mouth out. When she had finished, she turned to the others. “All right,” she said. “Francesca, it’s your turn.”
“Oh no!” wailed Francesca. “I … I don’t think I can do everything you’ve all done.”
Kirsty put an arm around her friend. “Be brave, Fran,” she said. “Whatever it is, I know you can do it. You don’t want to have to have Colin’s baby, do you?”
“No! Of course not,” said Francesca. “I can’t even stomach the thought of kissing him! I couldn’t possibly actually … do it with him!”
“Fire away, Jade,” said Jennie.
“Okay,” said Jade. “Fran, I dare you to stuff your vagina full of poo – I think you’re the only one of us who hasn’t done that already. Whenever you’re not on your period, you have to keep your vagina full of poo, until the end of term. Bethan, would you mind providing the poo for that?”
“Me? Oh, sure,” said Bethan.
“Oh God!” whispered Francesca.
“Next year, and the year after that,” said Jade, “you’ll still have to keep your vagina full of poo, only you’ll have to find it from somewhere else. Kirsty, maybe you could help her with that next year and the year after?”
“Sure,” said Kirsty, nodding.
“Also,” continued Jade, “you have to wear only your poo-filled bra and panties whenever you’re in this house, from now until you leave this school. Whenever you need to take a dump, you’ll do it in your panties – and not in the toilet. You have to do it outside, or indoors but in a dorm or the common room. Never in a toilet. When there gets to be too much poo in your panties, take out the oldest poo and put it in your bra, replacing the poo that was already in your bra. That way none of the poo will get too old.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” said Jennie.
“Also,” said Jade, “you’ll have to pose for photos whenever the rest of us want to update the website. You’ll be the ongoing star of the website, posing with poopy underwear, and sticking poo up your vagina, day after day and week after week until you leave this school.”
“I … can’t!” wailed Francesca.
“Finally,” concluded Jade, “you have to eat a grapefruit-sized chunk of poo from the toilet – really fill your stomach with it. And from now on, whenever any one of us needs to poo, and the poo isn’t needed for other purposes, you’ll have to eat it.”
“That’s everything,” confirmed Jade. “Oh, except for the forfeit. If you refuse the dare, Fran, you have to become Colin’s boyfriend and start having sex with him every day, and as much as Colin wants it. If he wants to fuck you over a desk between lessons, you have to let him. In fact you have to let him do anything he wants to you – anal sex, bondage, golden showers, whatever takes his fancy. But don’t always wait for him to make a move – offer him blowjobs, hand-jobs, and sex of course, whenever you get the chance. If he’s not keen, seduce him. Wear sexy clothes for him. Entice him.
“And no contraception, of course. When you get pregnant, you have to have the baby, and you have to raise it – with him. If he asks you to marry him, accept. If he doesn’t ask, then ask him. Either way, make sure you get married at least by the time you’re nineteen. And you’re not allowed to divorce him – stay with him for your whole life. And don’t take any contraception, ever. As soon as it’s safe to start having sex again after your baby comes, go right back to it. Bear Colin as many babies as you possibly can. And remember, don’t refuse him any kind of sexual favour.”
The other girls were staring open-mouthed at Jade.
“That’s quite a jump!” said Rachel.
Jade chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure that she doesn’t chicken out on the dare. I’ve been feeling like she might.”
“Well, Fran?” said Jennie.
But Francesca was looking tragic, with tears running down her cheeks. “I … I can’t do either!” she wailed. “I can’t eat a grapefruit-sized chunk of poo – and I won’t do it, I won’t! And I can’t spent all my time in this house with my underwear full of poo!”
“Better than becoming Colin’s baby factory, though, right?” said Bethan.
But Francesca, weeping, shook her head. “It’s just going to go on and on,” she sobbed. “If I somehow manage to do this dare, then it’ll go on until it’s my turn again. And next time it’ll be something even worse! I just know I’ll be the one to crack, whether it’s now or the next time. So it might as well be now, before the dares and forfeits get any worse.” She sank to her knees, hanging her head in defeat. “I’ll do the forfeit,” she said, her entire body shaking with great, wracking sobs. “I’ll marry Colin and have his babies. I’ll let him do whatever he wants to me.”
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Jennie.
Bethan’s face was a picture of horror. “No, Fran!” she said. “You can’t!”
Kirsty, too, was aghast. “Fran!” she cried. “You can’t mean it! Don’t take the forfeit – it’s your whole life we’re talking about!”
“I don’t care any more,” said Francesca, not looking anyone in the eye. “I’m not doing the dare, and you can’t make me. I’ll go and see Colin tonight, and let him have sex with me. I’ll kiss him, and do all the other stuff. You might as well just think of me as his girlfriend from now on … or fiancée if you prefer.”
The others stood around in stunned silence, which was eventually broken by Jade. “Ha ha!” she said, with faltering laughter. “Fooled you. That wasn’t my real dare and forfeit. The real ones are much less bad…”
“Nice try, Jade,” said Rachel grimly, “but the rules are clear. The dare and forfeit were set, and Fran made her choice. She’s right – we’d better just start thinking of her as Colin’s girlfriend.”
“I’m so sorry, Fran!” said Kirsty miserably, and the two girls hugged. “Maybe once he grows up, he’ll improve a bit.”
“Maybe!” said Francesca, though she doubted it.
“All right,” said Rachel, “the game’s over. And not a moment too soon. We all need to clean up in time to get to lunch. Then it’s back here to strip off and put on our messy undies again.”
“Right,” agreed Bethan. “Well, I’m sorry about how it turned out, Fran. I hope you won’t be too miserable with Colin.”
“Thanks,” said Francesca, looking wretched.
“I can’t believe Colin’s luck!” whispered Jennie to Rachel. “He’s got the prettiest one of us.”
Rachel nodded, feeling terrible about how things had turned out. With a last, sympathetic look back at Francesca, she left the room with the others, leaving the sweet little fifteen-year-old blonde standing alone in her poo-filled bra and panties.
Francesca took a couple of steps towards the door, and then collapsed to her knees in despair, weeping bitterly. For a moment the thought of suicide crossed her mind, but she quickly dismissed it – she would never have the courage for that. No, she was doomed to a life with Colin Grossman, the ugliest and most disgusting and most perverted boy in the whole school. She might as well start getting used to the idea.