It was the final class of the week and so far my time had passed by rather well. As a young and quite pretty substitute teacher I was used to ill disciplined school kids with constant barbs about my shapely dumb blonde appearance. Dealing with the rowdiness of alpha males and catty females trying to assert dominance was also another prerequisite to survival. If nothing it thought me to be mean and tough externally even if I inwardly cringed. The jealous looks from the girls I taught who knew that their boyfriends lusted more at me than them were also a constant feature of any class which I did my best to control. I was quite short and ever so slightly overweight, compared to the more nubile cheerleaders in the class. As I was still just twenty three it gave the appearance of curvaceousness rather than anything else. Unfortunately despite my rather large rear I was quite flat chested and on these days where I was just filling in for other teachers I didn't see the harm in padding out my bra to give me a more powerful and intimidating look. I could handle taunts about my rear but ever since I was a teenager I was super sensitive about my lack of cleavage. I must say with an accentuated bust line, my bright cream colored power suit and my red 4" heels I cut an imposing figure. Whilst I didn't always enjoy some of the ruder comments that were often slung my way if I'm honest I knew I could have done more to discourage them.
In any case on this particular Friday I found myself placed in a fairly upper middleclass high school in a middle sized city in the state of California where I was from. It was in fact where I had gone to high school and was only twenty minutes by car from my new apartment. Acquiring a permanent job here was my dream and with my college debts increasing exponentially it was almost a necessity. Some of the staff remembered me from my time here as a rather churlish teacher's pet and certainly principal Harding held me in high esteem though perhaps he would have preferred to remember me in my cheerleader outfit than my more classy business suit. At lunchtime earlier I had caught one of the senior girls in my current class pantsing a fellow classmate and informed her to the principal. As a former victim such pranks I had no mercy for the perpetrator. I hoped she would get in trouble and I assumed she would get an immediate suspension so I wouldn't have to deal with her again as she cut quite a formidable appearance. Therefore I was quite surprised to see her saunter into my final class and calmly, almost reticently approach me.
"I'm so sorry for earlier Miss Gatting. It will never happen again. Please take this cup of coffee as a sign of truce and no hard feelings. I realise what I did was wrong and hope you can forgive me. Daddy scolded me something terrible..."
Daddy? What was she talking about? I looked down my class list of names. Of course! The girl's name was Sylvia, Sylvia Harding and she must be the daughter of Principal Harding. Oh god how could I have been so stupid, that really wasn't going to improve my chances of securing a permanent job or even a reference. So in an effort towards conciliation I graciously accepted the cup of coffee despite the fact I neither drank coffee nor even liked it.
"Well, that really is a lovely gesture Sylvia. I must say I was feeling a tad tired so a cup of coffee should really perk me up. Thank you so much dear, I hope you didn't get in to much trouble" I replied attempting to ingratiate myself with her.
As I took a sip from the coffee I thought it had a strange taste but as she looked up excited at me I glanced down at her nodding my appreciation. Within five minutes I thankfully had the entire cup drunk and was comfortably careering through my final lesson of the day. Everyone seemed remarkably well behaved thus far and I even began to relax a little and enjoy the class.
Then about ten minutes into the class I felt a strange fullness in my stomach. As I stood by the board attempting to explain the relevance of the Canterbury Tales to a disinterested bunch of teenagers I suddenly felt a large build up in my stomach. I stumbled momentarily and could sense the class notice my discomfort. I tried to ignore it but thirty seconds later the fullness gave way to a more intense cramping pain in my stomach. I could feel the pressure increase in my abdomen and I struggled to my chair for temporary respite. But it was no use. The pressure was passing down through my bowels and the cramping was becoming almost unbearable. The urge to empty my bowels was voracious. Immediately I knew if I didn't get out of that classroom soon something awful was likely to happen. Trying to remain as calm as possible I turned towards the door and told the class I'd be back in a minute. I could sense their giggling and reusability as I stumbled, with sweat forming on my brow towards the door. I knew I didn't have much time as I turned the door handle before I had intended fleeing maniacally down the corridor to the bathroom.
I didn't care anymore that over twenty five sets of eighteen year old eyes, all high school seniors, were witnessing my embarrassing escape. However, when I pulled the door back towards me to open it I found that it would not budge. For five frantic seconds I frantically pushed and pulled without success as the class became more animated whilst watching my curious antics. My need to defecate was overwhelming and as I cast my eyes back on the class I could see Sylvia almost unaffected by the madness surrounding her from her fellow classmates and the panic emanating unabatedly from me. She was the only one who did not seem astonished at my irrational behavior. Another tremor of cramp gushed through my body and only with intense physical will did I prevent the fatal faecal accident from occurring. Ultimately and with a devastating sense of dread I knew I could not hold out for much longer. I realized that someone had locked the door and pleaded for a key but even as the words were leaving my mouth another wave percolated through my system.
"PLEASE, SOMEONE HELP..."I called out in horror whilst even as I did so the reality of what was happening quickly dawned on the class as a most horrendous elongated flatulent occurrence resonated from my rear end drowned out even the loudest guffs of laughter from the class.
A vibrating, decibel shattering fart echoed wildly out of my large bottom. It was only with my greatest display of will power that I was able to stop the fart before it transformed from gaseous into semisolid form. Nonetheless this anal outburst brought howls of laughter from the class and it was clear I would not get any sympathy from these teenage hyenas. Even though it was just a fart I knew I could not hold back the insidious forces that held my body to ransom much longer. Whatever was inside me was determined to leave and with huge reluctance I knew the class were likely to get a show they would never forget. Bizarrely in the half seconds before the ultimate anal explosion, in immense existential despair, I was resigned to debating whether or not I would perform the nasty deed in my pants and massively mess my clothes or squat on the floor and defecate on the ground. Neither of course was appealing. Realizing I'd have to leave the building in some attire later I made the humiliating decision to quickly push my suit trousers and panties down my ankles and squat inelegantly in front of class. This degrading act brought a primal convulsion from the boys and scowls of abomination from the girls. Unfortunately I didn't really keep myself well maintained down there. My blond bush was quite wild and even despite the enormity of the situation facing me there was still one smart Alec boy who commented something derisory which brought even more mocking laughter. So squatting in my four inch heels, my naked pussy and ass on display to over twenty kids I waited in revulsion as one final all encompassing throbbing and viscous wave of pain cascaded through me until finally I could hold out no more. As I looked up I noticed that all the kids had by now left their seats and they were watching my dirty demonstration in deepest suspense from all imaginable vantage points. They knew they were witnessing something truly monumental.
As the resistance from my sphincter finally ceded, I could feel an almost volcanic eruption shooting from me. Some kids from behind could actually see as the poop departed my ass and began it's long fall onto the ground, whilst others in front watched my squirming, sweating face with tears falling down as I contorted mercilessly aware of the exhibition I was providing. Only then did I see the multitude of phone cameras, even a video camera all catching me at some unflattering angle and whilst I knew it was a horrible prospect I did not want my naked image to be broadcast carrying out this most foul of deeds. So in perhaps a moment of madness I grabbed my panties and as the first elongated turd was dropping unceremoniously from my bum I yanked up my white cotton panties catching the excrement mid flight and hoisted them back up towards my still gushing behind. As it made contact with my derriere it rubbed and squeezed all around my now freshly covered bottom. The smell was noxious and the scene was unrelenting.
Unfortunately for me the poop just kept on coming. Within seconds the panties filled and almost unnaturally I felt my now destroyed panties were full to the brim and the faecal matter like river banks at flood time over flowing out my panties in all directions. I was astonished at the sheer volume and velocity of what was happening as I'm sure was the captivated school goers.
The scowls of disgust and derision continued as after a brief respite another massive surge came cascading from my anus. This time the departure of excrement was so violent and explosive that even as I squatted there in my four inch heels, with my hands on either side of my cramped stomach, the sheer volume of fecal matter sent my panties slithering down my legs leaving a brown filthy trail in its wake. As they landed at my ankles I knew instantaneously they had destroyed my cream trousers but right now that was the least of my worries.
