By: JustAnotherGasWriter
The library’s lavatory was a nice, peaceful place just as the rest of the building was… though it wasn’t destined to stay that way for much longer. It was a Monday morning, so the foot traffic inside of the building was down at a sluggish pace. Among the few librarygoers was a young blonde woman named Chelsea. She was at the library to try and get some good old-fashioned cramming in before her midterms the following week and had been practically living at the library for the last few days. She wore her usual purple skirt and red shirt with a matching headband, the outfit made her stand out among most of the other patrons but she didn’t mind. She was too busy trying to get her work in any way, the poor girl was hunched over a laptop, two textbooks, and a notebook! Chelsea looked it all over with shifty eyes, slurping down on chocolate milk as she did her best to absorb all the information like some sponge. She had never been a very studious girl, but she did her best not to flop her classes. She was just a pretty average student who did her best at least to make it through her classes while doing a little better than the bare minimum!
“Why didn’t I just go to a trade school…” Chelsea whispered to herself as she juggled all of the different books, her eyes feeling like they were spinning as she jammed as much into her head as she could handle.
She slurped down the rest of the carton of chocolate milk she was handling and placed it into a trash can underneath her spot. The can already had numerous cartons of the flavored milk inside and the blonde was already working on opening another one; she drank them down like some frat bro doing shots at a party! The chocolate moo juice was her favorite treat, but it did not always return the affection. Chelsea had a weak stomach and her addiction to dairy was a total hindrance.
Monsters were brewing in her belly as she slurped down yet another carton of the stuff, pressure reaching a breaking point until it finally hit Chelsea’s consciousness like a freight train! She needed the bathroom, fast! Sweat ran down her forehead as she looked up from her notes with a pained expression. Her eyes darted frantically across the room to see if anyone was looking at her, a fart slipping out of her rear and blowing her skirt up into the air off of her plump ass and the stool!
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The toot was luckily not loud enough to draw attention, but Chelsea could feel it was bordering dangerous territory with how damp it had felt. The fart resulted in instant swamp ass and she shifted even more nervously on the stool! She closed her laptop fast and got off the chair, creeping off to the bathroom as fast as she could without drawing attention or provoking her bowels into blowing out completely!
The bathroom was thankfully absent of any witnesses, all the stalls open and ready for use. Chelsea skipped right to the largest one and locked the door, scrambling to at least pull down her panties while she mounted the toilet! She made it just in time, her skirt not coming down but at least making it out of the way of potential back splashing.
SPPLLRROORRRSSHKTTT
A violent shart tore out of her ass, splattering across the back of the white toilet bowl and slapping into the water. Chelsea was overcome with pain, her intestines on fire as all the pressure culminated!
“Oh my… please have mercy…” she begged her stomach, her midsection giving some diabolical grumbles back in response. There would be no reprieve, only pain and discomfort as the chocolate milk returned with a vengeance.
BBRRLLARRSSSHLLLARRRSSSSPPKT
A longer shart pushed back to Chelsea’s pleas, liquid shooting out of her again! The tranquil bathroom had been turned into a battleground in an instant, Chelsea tainting the whole place with two sharts into a disgusting dairy manure-scented hazard zone!
SPPLOORRROORRSHHHTTT
More shit sprayed out of her puckered asshole, leaving a layer of waste floating on the surface of the water. What she had sprayed back into the back of the bowl was wet stew and ran down the inner wall of the toilet to pool up in the water with the rest of the nasty load.
Chelsea buried her face in her hands to try and soothe the sharp pain, panting while shooting out scat downwards. The pile of slop was high enough that the splashing stopped entirely as the fresh poo just slapped into what had already formed in the toilet below.
“I-I think that is about it…” she gasped, the storm on its way out. She had what felt to be one last good push’s worth of buildup in her intestines, which she tried right away to cast out.
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It was much less a fart and more so the stubborn end of soft serve shit making its way out of her, forming a rope-like tail out of her butthole that went right down to the rest of the pile and formed a curling, uniform pile atop a bed of chunky soup. She pinched the last of it off while pulling a generous amount of toilet paper off the roll, taking several passes to wipe herself clean. A gasp of relief escaped her lips while she flushed, standing up from the toilet. The mess was whisked away, though skid marks scared the previously pristine bowl. Chelsea washed her hands well and spritzed a healthy amount of freshener into the air before finally leaving the bathroom, leaving the scene of her brutal crime to return to her studies as if nothing had happened! When she did take a seat, she gave the half-drunk carton of chocolate milk a suspicious stare… before giving in and immediately drinking it down! She may have just paid the price, but she still had yet to learn a lesson in moderation!