For my Collector’s Edition genre, it’s best if you’ve seen the movie, but even if you haven’t, this should still be entertaining.

Shitbreak looked around for his coffee. He found it and started to take a drink. Then he thought about it.

"I should really stop this coffee thing." He continued his reading and put the coffee aside.

"You gonna drink that?" Amanda asked. She liked coffee and needed a bit of caffeine to get her started. Shitbreak nodded and she took a sip. "Where's Stiffler?"

"He left a few minutes ago."

"Hey, this is not bad! What'd you put in here?"

"1 cream, 2 sugars."

"Must be Irish Mocha or something." Shitbreak shook his head. It was just normal coffee.

Stiffler held open the girls' restroom. This was going to be funny. A girl emerged from the room.

"What are you doing? Peeking?" she asked.

"Wait here. You'll see," he grinned.

"Whatever, pervert." She left. He frowned. He felt his conscience annoying him and he let the door close.

"Damn!" he faced the door as he weighed his options. He could hold the door open which was mean- and he already pulled one mean trick today- or he could walk away, without worsening his victim's condition. While he stood there, Amanda ran full speed down the hall. Seeing the back of Stiffler's head in front of one restroom she ran into the other. She usually didn't use the bathrooms at school, but this was an emergency. Stiffler saw the victim of heavy laxatives run in the bathroom and saw it was too late. "Oh well." He left.

Amanda was in shock when she saw no doors. She knew that some boys' bathrooms had no stall doors, but didn't realize the girls' toilets had no doors either. There was no time to leave and find another bathroom. She covered the toilet with a plastic toilet protector. Her bowels churned. She kinda hoped someone would come in to take a dump, too, so she wouldn't feel all alone.

Someone came in to take a dump, too. It was a guy, of course, and his two friends were with him. Amanda pulled her pants below her knees and her panties right above them. She was going to need room.

"Don't even play around, man, you could never get a girl like her," said one. She clamped her asshole shut. Could it be...?

"Watch me," said another.

"She's outta your league, man. You could never get a girl that fine."

Amanda almost cried as she realized which bathroom she was actually in. She clenched her fists, holding with all her might.

"You know who else is fine," said the third, "Kelly." One clapped.

"Not to mention Amanda Beckett," the first said. She didn't care that they were talking about her. At the moment she just struggled to contain her bowels.

"Her?! She has small ass tits!" Amanda was shocked. She looked at her breasts through her shirt.

"Oh, come on!" said the third. "They're not that bad."

"I mean she's not flat as a wall, but..."

"Just shut up..." Amanda was somewhat annoyed, but mainly scared. She cut loose with a sharp fart. Her body became super tensed and she waited for the guys to say something.

"Hey, man, wait 'til we leave for that," the second guy joked to whomever was on the toilet. "Anyway she's small, but you know what?"

"What?"

"She got a NICE ass. I mean like ka-POW! Almost Jennifer Lopez or something! One time, at band camp, I grabbed it and she just smiled." The other guys laughed. She knew he never grabbed her ass, though. The voices were getting louder. Amanda spread her feet and curled her toes. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her fists and teeth were clenched and butthole was like a iron safe, determined to keep her buttermilk buttcheeks from getting messy for as long as possible.

But the safe cracked open for a second to let out another large fart.

"God...," she whispered. One guy whispered to the other, "Didn't Stiffler say he was going to put some laxatives in Shitbreak's coffee?" Amanda thought about running out of here and running to the girls' room, but knew she'd probably shit her panties if she just stood up. The guys would see her feces anyway, but it would be messier, and anyone passing by the bathrooms outside would see, too. The three guys came up to the stall.

"Hey, Shitbreak," the second one said while coming around the corner of the wall, "betcha didn't think you'd..." He stopped when he saw it was Amanda, and froze like his friends. She was frozen, too. She recognized him. He was in her English class with the first guy; the third guy she didn't recognize. The first and third guys stared at her face then her dark brown pubic hair. The second guy stared at her breasts through her shirt. They were bigger than he remembered. The friends left, disgusted at the site of a girl on the toilet as the second guy began to apologize.

"I-I didn't mean to say your tits- I mean small- I- breasts were small." She just sat with her mouth open in shock, still holding. She farted so hard her butt vibrated against the seat. He then stared at her butt, which was spread on the seat. Her shocked open mouth changed to a frown as her eyes welled up with tears. "They're -uh, When I said I grabbed your...-you ...they know I was just playing." Amanda could hold no longer and let a wet fart go and shot hot diarrhea into the toilet. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain and embarrassment. "I'll tell them now." He ran out of the bathroom and found another place to dump.

Amanda cried as her buttcheeks dripped thick brown fluid. What was worse was Mike Dexter would probably find a way not to take her to prom once the rumors began to spread. She would probably have to go with that redheaded kid now. She cried some more at this thought.