(Yes, Sally is in a sort of Twilight Zone.)

Sally, the new girl, rushed around the school absent-mindedly. She saw a boys bathroom, but not a single girls' lavatory. She asked a girl where the bathrooms were.

"Where? They're all over."

"Where's the closest one?"

"Here I'll show you." She walked to a hall full of lockers. She sat down. Sally noticed she was sitting on a toilet and there was another toilet across from the girl. "There's one." Sally stared at the obscenely exposed commode, but reasoned that maybe this could be some girls-only hall or something. She pulled her panties down to pee. A guy walked down the hall and opened the locker next to the girl. Sally jumped and pulled her panties up. The girl was peeing.

"Hey Michelle," he said. He got some books out of his locker.

"Hey." Sally was shocked. Michelle didn't even stop peeing. She stopped and got a look of concentration.

"Lettin' out a big one, eh?"

"I'm kinda constipated. This one's not coming without a fight," she smirked at her little joke. "I think this is going to hurt. My hole is already sore."

"Got any KY jelly?"

"No."

"What if I could get you some?"

"I would be eternally grateful." He set off to find her some. Sally's jaw hung open. She couldn't believe this school. She pulled her panties down a little and pulled her skirt over them, so that they couldn't be seen as she sat on the toilet. She took out a book. She had to pee so badly it didn't matter. A teacher walked by and saw her. He turned around. She held her pee desperately.

"Oh, Sally," Mr. V said, "sorry to interrupt you on the toilet, but you left this in first period." He handed her a book. She took it.

"Thanks, but I'm just reading," she said as an audible stream suddenly blasted into the toilet.

"Well, I hope you weren't wearing any underwear." He walked away. She was pretty humiliated.

The boy went up to Cheryl. She was walking from class.

"Hey Cheryl, got any KY jelly?" She looked at him.

"Hey, Ryan. Exploring your sexual identity?" He thought confusedly for a moment.

"Ha, ha. No, It's not for anal. Michelle is constipated."

"Oh, that bitch."

"Guess you're not going to give her any."

"Not even if I had some, which I don't."

"Sure you didn't put some on earlier?" Ryan felt her behind. It felt misshapen. He looked at her. She continued walking down the hall. He lifted up her dress and looked at her panties and saw lumps.

"Did you dump yourself again?" She smiled at him. "You like messing yourself in class, huh?"

"Guess I'm a little naughty." She gave him a sly look. He got a tremendous hard-on. He said bye and went over to Tiffany. She was known to take it up from behind and certainly had some.

"Hey, Tif. Got any KY jelly?"

"You getting a little- you know...?" she joked. He sighed.

"No, but Michelle's constipated."

"Oh. Well, I'm out." He was shocked. "Used the rest this morning." He lifted up her dress and peeked for a sec. No panties. Glistening arsehole.

"Well, could I borrow some off you?"

"Well, it looks like Roy's not here today, so knock yourself out." He lifted her dress again and she stopped walking as he used his index finger to get a big glob of petroleum jelly. He cicled around her pink hole and in it. "Done?"

"Almost." He unzipped his zipper and stuck his dick in her anus.

"You know if my boyfriend was here he wouldn't like you doing that," she said with a tone of warning. Not that she was angry.

"That's because he can't see the whole thing." He stuck it in all the way. She opened her mouth in pleasant surprise. She smiled and shook her head.

He went back to Michelle, who was still looking directly ahead, with her pants around her ankles. Sally had left. "Got some." He lifted his finger.

"Oh, thank you." She bent over on the toilet and he put the jelly in her butthole. She sat up and he massaged her back and stomach. Soon it came. "Oh God. Urrnngh!" Her asshole expanded and came out with the bulking bowel movement. He watched his friend lay some more toiletcloggers. "Thank you, Ryan," she said and kissed him on the cheek.

He walked to class and saw Sara looking for a decent toilet. The seats had been ripped off the hinges on all the girls' toilets in that building and the faculty was too cheap and careless to replace them.

"Fucking bitch!" she exclaimed. "Is there a seat in this whole goddamn school?" She was forced to hover. She pulled her pants and panties down, bent over the toilet, and started to dump while squirting urine now and then. He came up to her and licked her face. He got her lips a little. "Cut it out!" She was annoyed and was about to be late. She wiped her face.

"Just wanted to see what was going down. Oh that's going down. I see you had the corn for lunch."

"What do you want?"

"Just to remind you of how I felt as a freshman." She, an upperclassman had been a bitch to him for his whole freshman year.

Jenny ran full speed to the across toilet and sat in the toilet water. She screamed, "Shit!" Jenny just sat and peed in the water for a couple of minutes and then looked for toilet paper to dry herself.

"Well, I'm sorry already, okay?" she said, pissed, as she pissed.

"No problem." He slapped her ass, making sure not to get his hand dirty. She swayed and peed on the floor. He walked to class.

"Bastard."

He walked into class and sat down. The bell rang immediately after. Jenny ran in and sat down in her seat, making a wet "squish" noise as she sat. Her wet butt dripped on the seat and her plaid skirt dripped on the floor. The teacher decided not to mark her late.

"Okay," the Mr. Green said, "today we will be continuing our study of poetry with imagery. Everyone turn to page 53 for the poem 'Hippi Chik.' Who wants to read it out loud? Yes, Brittany." Brittany started to read as Ellie walked in. She was wearing only shoes. The girls generally disliked her sexual promiscuity and eagerness to please guys. That's why she was naked. Of course, she liked being naked, but getting guys was a large part. She was called a whore behind her back. Girls knew that generally they didn't have to flirt to get guys and hated her for her flirting. She actually didn't flirt or rarely if she did at all. She just walked around naked and was nice to everyone. She was nice because guys had always been nice to her, or ever since she started sporting her fine Persian body everywhere.

"Ellie, you're tardy. Again." It was obvious what she had been doing.

"Sorry, Mr. G," she said. She sat in her seat. Brittany continued reading.

"I almost forgot," the teacher stated, "we have to move our seats today. Here are the new seats..." Mr. G told the class who had to switch with whom. "...Jenny and Ellie..." Jenny smiled. Mr. Green finished reading the list. "Okay, you may switch now." Jenny took a bottle from her backpack and poured something on the seat. She went to her new seat. The seat had been warmed by Ellie's bare asscheeks, which somewhat disgusted Jenny, who had to feel the warmth on her bare wet asscheeks. She usually wore panties, which would've absorbed her wetness, too, but Jeremy was couldn't take any more that day.

After history, he approached her.

"Hey, Jenny," he had said. "Have I ever told you how good you look?"

"I gotta go to class," she said, walking away.

"It's Nutrition."

"I... gotta meet my friends outside the class." She turned around, but he had grabbed her by the haunches. He put his hand under her skirt and pulled her panties down. They slid to her ankles. She didn't like him, although he wasn't disgusting or anything. Mainly pimply. Either way she had sex with him in the hall. He unzipped and stuck it in her butthole. A few people stood against the wall and watched, as always. Sex in public was legal and prevalent, but it is human to be a voyeur. She scowled quietly as he pumped and shot his load into her anal cavity. He pulled her panties off completely and sniffed them.

"Ahhhh," he sighed. "I love you, Jenny."

"Yeah," she agreed and put her hand out. "Give me those. I need them."

"Do you really need them?" He held them high.

"I want them." She thought he should be a little nicer after letting him fuck her. Jeremy tossed the underclothing to another boy. There weren't really friends, just classmates. They became good friends afterwards. Sex and degradation really bring people together. He tossed them back. They played pantyless-monkey-in-the-middle until the other boy threw the panties out the window accidentally. "Damn!" The bell rang.

"Sorry," Jeremy apologized.

"She doesn't need them, right?" the other boy said as he grabbed her ass through the skirt. She walked away.

And that was why she had no panties on at the moment. Ellie looked at the wet seat.

"Do I have to sit here? Jenny peed on the seat or something," Ellie complained.

"I fell in the toilet, idiot," Jenny snapped.

"Sit, Ellie," the teacher commanded. Ellie sat. The water was cold. The class began examining the poem. The liquid seemed kinda spicy on her trimmed vagina and rectum. She shifted. All of a sudden it started to burn. This was no ordinary toilet water. She stood slighty, hovering her rear end over the wet seat. It still got worse. "Problem, Ellie?" the teacher asked. Ellie screamed and ran out of the class. Mr. Green looked out of the door with a confused look as Ellie checked the toilet with Sara's toiletclogger, decided to sit in the water where Jenny accidentally did, and ferociously hand-douched her vagina.

"Hot! Aaa!" she said as she rubbed away on her submarine and almost bald pussy, trying to get the hotness off. She eventually did and walked back in the class.

"Whose ass is wet now?" Jenny mumbled.

"Jenny put something on the seat!" whined Ellie. Mr. Green put his finger in the fluid and sniffed it. Among the faint, but aromatic smell of two girls' asses he detected the drug.

"What is this- Icy-Hot?" he somewhat asked Jenny. She shrugged. "Jenny, you've got detention." Jenny put her head down. She hated this fucking class.

"Guess you're going to miss the meet," said Janet, Jenny's friend.

"Guess so," she drawled.

The bell eventually rang. Jenny would stay after and clean boards and do other chores in the nude. Janet went to the locker room. She checked in with her coach. He was worried.

"Where's Rachel? Janet, do you know where Rachel is?"

"Sorry. No." The coach left. Some guys leaving from last period PE walked by.

"Good luck, Janet," Greg said.

"Thanks." He looked at her. "Man, I could just take you now..."

"Well, you can't. I got a meet," she said matter-of-factly.

"I know. I'll be watching." He walked by and saw Sue Jay stripping down. She put her stuff in her locker. "Trying out for track?" he asked.

"Swim team," she said. "Gonna make it this year." They left. Rachel went up to the coach.

"I can't go today."

"What?" he bellowed. "Why the hell not?"

"I'm sick. I almost had diarrhea in my panties." She lifted her skirt and showed him her panties. There was a dark skid mark.

"All right. You can go." He walked up to Tiffany. "Tif, you're on Varsity."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you'll be filling in for Rachel." The coach left. Tiffany gulped.

"Make me proud," the coach said as the team came out of the locker room. They walked to the auditorium, where they joined other teams. The referees gave each girl a small cup of a mushy substance. The referees checked each girl's mouth. There were 4 girls from each high school and 4 schools competing today. It was going to be interesting.
The girls lined up and leaned over two long tables on the stage. They removed their pants and underwear. Mics were placed by their butts. Greg stared longingly at the 16 behinds and tried to remember which one was Janet.
The crowd waited. It was a long time and finally, as always, a chunky girl let a fart fly first. Another girl snickered at her, but then blew ass, too. A cry of disappointment was heard as one of Janet and Tiffany's teammates farted jucily. Greg felt bad for her. No one had even started the wave yet.

It soon came down to four girls: Tiffany and Janet, and two girls from some school in the valley. The room was silent. A referee suddenly took his headphones off and walked over to one of the valley girls. He sniffed the air and told the others, "SBD." The girl immediately got up.

"You're supposed to tell us when you lay a Silent But Deadly," the referee angrily told her.

"I know, I was about to get up," the girl lied. Once she had gotten away with a silent one.

"This is a warning. Next time you will be carded." The girl sat on the sideline with the others. The referee went back to his place. It was 2 against one. Greg smiled. His school was going to win. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Janet popped an air biscuit.

The valley girl gave Tiffany the evil eye. Tiffany turned her head to face her and smiled. The valley girl murmured, "No...," and her anus belched out some gas. The crowd erupted into cheering as Tiffany calmly leaned on the table. She was happy. She wiggled her butt for her people.

"You can let go now," the coach told her.

"No, I'm going for the record!" she said to him. The coach smiled. The smile faded as he had a thought. A referee noticed this and left the room. Tiffany was too caught up in her victory to notice any of this. The crowd chanted her name.

"Tiffany! Tiffany!" The ref returned and handed the coach a box. Tiffany stopped her half-nude dance as the coach turned her around.

"Tiffany, what's this?" A look of shock and terror fell upon her face. It was her box of Gas-X. She turned to the referee.

"You went in my locker?"

"The janitor opened it for me," the referee said. "So I presume it's yours."

"I... I..." She hung her head. "I just wanted to win..."

"The victory goes to Valley High!" the referee announced to the crowd. "For illegal use of antigas medicine." The crowd murmured in disappointment. The few Valley kids in the crowd cheered.

"Cheating is not the answer," the coach told Tiffany. "Now get back on the table." The crown broke up and most of the spectators left, however a large crowd hung around to see the whipping that was about to begin.