Fluid Freefall CH1 - Chemistry

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Lately, Isobel – my college girlfriend of a few months, has been frigid as hell.

I wake up to her slamming my apartment door, the wrrring sound of the blender dampened by the walls.

Not the first time I woke up today. A few hours earlier, I awoke to my painful erection lodged tightly between her clothed asscheeks. The barest light of dawn shone through the curtains. Spooning her though the night, I'm surprised I didn't dry-hump her in my sleep.

Now that I'm awake, the sweet smell of her hair, and her picturesque doll face only worsen the situation. I got up and sat off my side of the bed and quietly sigh. My throbbing cockhead poked out the top of my briefs, twitching with each heartbeat.

Isobel has always had very long hair. When standing, her dead straight light brown strands reach down almost to the back of her knees. It;s always all perfectly shiny like she just got off the set of a Pantene commercial. Maybe its some 1000 dollar product she treats it with daddies money. Yet it seems natural - flawless like the rest of her.

I still vividly remember the first time I saw her. How could I not notice a pure feminine being like that? She's basically perfect, apart from her huge long pointy nose that she's always been really self conscious about.

She told me she's never cut it, and her dad confirmed that fact when we last met at a café. It went pretty well. I'm nobody special, but he seemed to like me. . Well, no.t. . hate me, at least. He's a rich business man and Isobel is his jewish princess.

Don't judge me for what I did. You have to understand, I've been sex starved for weeks, and this perfect doll has been riling me up the whole time. I wanted to touch her, but I'd be a dead man if I woke her up. So I slowly and carefully grabbed a handful of her hair, and wrapped it around my dick. It felt good, nice and smooth, almost wet with our nightly sweat. But I just couldn't do it. What kind of creep does that? Even if I'm horny as fuck, there's no excuse. I slink back into bed, only to hear Isobel's 6:30 alarm a few sleepy moments later.

She gets up confidently and stretches. I pretend to be asleep, peering at her freshly shaved armpit through my squinted eyes. Isobel is very shy, and, uuuh, reactionary. She'd literally punch me in the temple if she caught me gazing so vulgarly. Her lithe, but well rounded body moves over and opens the curtains wide in one fell swoop.

I moan sleepily and pull the covers over. She comes over to the base of the bed and rips the covers off me, onto the floor “Come on, it's healthy for you. Just a few weeks and it'll be a habit." She says with a dead tone like she's a palliative carer.

I cover myself like a cat and shiver in the cold morning air. Her eyes flick to my crotch and back, her face slightly reddens, and gives of a look of obscene disgust. She then marches out of the room – not before grabbing her pillow and slamming my face with it. “GET. UP!”

I sigh, and think about her body. Issy sleeps in her gym gear to save time. In fact I already hear the slam of the door just a minute or so later. Efficient. Career driven. That's Isobel, that's for sure. Fuuuck. Skin tight grey spandex shorts, and a matching singlet, over her hard sports bra. A tight, well sculpted fit body.

I get up, close the curtains, and get back into bed. Maybe I'll finally have a wet dream after all this god damn denial.

Maybe I did, because when I awoke to her return, I had practically soaked my briefs and a wet spot into the mattress by pissing my precum all over. Still, no release. I get up and put my robe on. Nothing to do today, I'll have a shower later. Better go and talk to Isobel and show her I'm awake before she throws water in my face. . . Jeeze. Are all girlfriends this bad?

“Well, nice of you to get up and grace me with your presence, sleepy prince. It should be me that's sleeping in. Didn't you ever read sleeping beauty? God. What am I going to do with you. Mom was really right. Having a boyfriend is like adopting a .”

She's positively soaked from her hot yoga class. The light grey gym gear has soaked into an almost black colour now. Her shorts have sucked in to form a slight camel toe. Damn she reeks.

I– I– . . . . . GOD DAMNIT I JUST CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANY MORE!!!

I droop to my knees in-front of her, thick erection tenting up visibly through my robe.

“Issy. . Please. . . Why are you doing this to me?”

I might have even been slightly sobbing in that moment. She looks down at me with ab-so-lute disgust.

“Seriously?” She scowls.

“Fucking boys. I told you. I'm busy with finals. Can't you just keep yourself contained for a week or so longer you stupid animal?”

Her serious expression scares me, like I might have actually screwed up the relationship. I get up quickly and retort back with an indignant tone:

“'Busy' – Yea I know what that means. I get that finals are coming up but this is ridiculous. Just tell me. What did I do? What deserves you icing me for almost a month?”

“No-thing. Get it through your stupid thick skull. I just have a lot going on in my life. Sex is an aspect of it, not the driver.”

I know better than to argue with Issy. She's top of the debating club, among her many other intellectual pursuits. I just stand there in an awkward silence, dick still pulsing.

“Issy. You have to be reasonable here. You have to understand. It's just nature. You're one of the hottest girls in the world. What do you expect? You need to take some responsibility.”

“Haha. You can't be serious right?"

She walks into the kitchen in-fornt of me and just keeps going on with her morning routine.

After some more awkward seconds she starts speaking, facing away from me, preparing her lunch for the day.

“OK. . Look. I'm a humanitarian. If it's my body you crave so much, then fine. You can –ugh, 'use me'. Just don't bother me.”

“W- What do you mean?”

“Like, you know, just–. . . get yourself off. But don't interrupt what I'm doing. I have a lot to read and stuff, OK?”

She carries her phone and green smoothie over to the couch, lying down on her stomach on the sofa, then starts flicking though her phone.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

“Hey! Don't get your sweat all over my couch.”

“Your couch?”

“Well – the landlord's couch. But, yea. The landlord might deduct my bond you know!”

She just keeps scrolling her phone in silence.

I gingerly walk over, lean in from behind and start massaging her ass-cheeks. Soon enough I can barely wait. I mount her, slipping my dick under her shorts, squeezing her ass tight around it. She twitches ever so slightly and lets out a quiet sound. Other than that she's completely ignoring me. I begin to thrust.

“No panties? That's quite lewd you know.” I say, trying to get her in the mood.

“Ugghh.” She scoffs. “They're all dirty. I've been too busy to wash. Besides I have heaps of gym shorts that basically double as panties anyway.”

As I slide between her asscheeks I look over her shoulder, curious what she passed me up for.

“Instagram. Really?”

“I have to keep up on all the trends. Something the stupid ape side of of humanity – boys, will never understand. It's OK for you to go around smacking each other with big sticks like cave men. But being a girl takes a lot more effort and sophistication. You'll learn to appreciate that.”

I have no response,  so I just keep thrusting in embarrassment.

After a few minutes:

('Maybe, I can do. . . 'that') I think to myself with a mischievous feeling. I pull back, using my thumbs to lightly push my fat cock head deep against her asshole, then slide between her cheeks again for a while. I do this subtly, over and over. Then I decide to really do it. I angle up, poking the head inline with her butthole, and push.

She lets out a loud yeep and immediately gets up, throwing me to the ground. Before I can turn and look I feel a hard blow to the back of my head and fall dead onto the ground. I get up and she's looking at me furiously, and slaps me – hard.

“Did you just fucken kick me in the head?”

“SO WHAT IF I DID!? DID YOU JUST TRY TO ME IN THE ASS?! FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Like an idiot, I laugh at the pun; A few tears going down her face.

She sees my slight grin and continues to punch me.

“OK. OK, OK, OK, OK. Stop. I'm sorry. I thought–”

“YOU THOUGHT WHAT? BRAN? What did you think!?"

She knees me in the nuts. I fall back down and she stomps on my crotch again and again. Fuck it hurts so bad I don't even yell in pain, and my boner instantly deflates.

She slows down and then flails falling onto the side of the hall, lightly sobbing.

“What am I to you?”

I look down to my feet, and hear her few tears hit the carpet in the cold silence.

. . .

"Don't worry about the sex stuff. I just wanna spend some time with you. I miss you."

She calms.

I stroke her long silky hair with my right hand, caress her face with the other, but she turns away. Still icy as ever.

. . .

"Hey, I'm free today! How about I share the train ride with you to college?"

Little did I know at this time, she agreed because she really was worried we were going to break up. Unfortunately, I still had nothing on my mind but revenge and destruction.

She looks at the time on her phone and jolts.

"Shit. I'm late."

She chucks on her red sweater and plaid schoolgirl-like dress, right over-top her sweat-soaked gym gear; black mate 8-inch heels over her sweaty gym socks, then scurries to my bedroom spraying on some of my deodorant to mask the spray as we run out the door.

The train is packed, and she's hardly paying attention to me - looking down at her phone most of the time. My balls are swelling in pain. How much of a heartless bitch do you have to be? She knows about my 'special endowments'. I have bigger and more active nuts than the average guy. Being the pragmatic career sort of girlfriend she is, she even took me to the fertility clinic to see if I was a dud or not. In fact it's the opposite. I got diagnosed with hyperspermia - that is, according to the doc; I produce more cum than the normal guy, but the way more abnormal part is my cum is much more dense, like glue. I NEED release. But she only cares about herself. I stroke her long beautiful hair and let out an evil giggle as I realize my revenge.

If she's so sick of attention, I'll make ever single guy look at her today.

"We should go stand by the door so you don't miss your stop."

"Mm. Right." she says robotically still looking at her phone. I grab her hand and shuffle her to the backdoor, into a corner out of sight.

I immediately start jerking my cock. I quickly get rockhard smelling her filthy bodysweat that's brewing inside her sweater. After only a few minutes, I release a huge backed up thick sticky overdue load all over her hair. Holy, sweet release! Uuuhnnmpf! It was at least 3 times as much as my normal load, and much more nasty in consistency. Even though I let out a quiet lewd moan, she is completely oblivious - focused on her phone.

My hardness shows no signs of going down. I keep jerking now with my own cum for lube. Soon I'm on the edge and I'm so excited I accidentally push the back of her elbow. She drops her phone and I quickly mutter 'Sorry'. As she crouches down to get it, her ass brushes me and I start to feel the cum rising up even harder than the first time, spurting all over the top of her head. My prostate juices have had time to warm up, making this load more watery, but along with the excitement of my first public masturbation, easily the biggest load I've ever shot. Rope after rope. 10 or even 20 ropes of jelly like cum. I can barley finish as she gets up, squirting it all down her long locks.

Fuuuck. That felt so good. I put my dick back in my pants like a ninja and rest for a while.

I don't tower over Issy by any standard, we're almost the same height. But I'm big enough and wearing a baggy enough sports hoody that nobody can observe my fine work of art.

She gets a look of disgust on her face and starts sniffing.

"Damn, you stink even worse than I do. It smells like your nasty balls are right under my nose. Don't tell me you didn't shower either. This is so embarrassing. See. This is why I don't wanna be seen with you. You have no pride in yourself. Rumors are going to start spreading that we're the disgusting couple that doesn't wash."

She goes on and on berating me, still scrolling on her phone. Then there's an awkward silence. She's giving me the silent treatment like she always does.

Even angrier I whip my cock out again and jack it furiously,. This time I really feel my balls tighten up and I feel euphoric as thick chunky cum launches – yet another load into her hair. I can actually feel my pisshole stretching as the chunks spew out. I squeese my fat nutsack with my other hand through my pants, as the flow starts to stop. Chunks are still stuck down the underside of my dick.

I try to pull the foreskin back, but its stuck. Sealed up effectively with concrete.

There's still 20 minutes of this long train ride to go.

The orgasms start to come in regular periods, as I cum again, and again, and again, all over her hair. Thick white putrid smelling goo. My balls start to ache after about the 5th shot, as I let out a particularly thick yellow tinted yogurt. This is what my doctor told me about. Backed up congealed fluid in the prostate. Damn it fucking reeks. But holy fuck does it feel good to get out of my system.

Her hair is completely covered, almost literally from head to toe. She looks like she's been the victim of one of those pranks where the pour a bucket of slime over your head. Except it clearly looks like its started to decay, turn rotten and dry. I grab at one of the few spots that isn't covered and use her hair like a handy-towel to wipe off my nasty dick.

Finally her stop comes along. She gets off immediately without saying a word. I shout "Hey, babe." She turns around quickly and some of my cum gets flicked to the ground. An old woman gasps at the sight

"What?" she asks in her prude tone.

"Have a nice day" I smile. She storms off in an angry fit. Someone might have stopped and told her if she wasn't marching so angrily. I watch as everyone starts to jeer and point in amazement. All I can think about is getting back home to ice my huge wrung-out ballsack.

Isobel's Perspective

"Arrogant prick." I mutter under my breath.

Entering the pure, constantly cleansed air of the university biology department, I really start to notice my smell.

“Ugh.. I know I'm sweaty, but. . . it stinks like balls in here.”

I brush my hair out of my eyes to see the clock. 5 minutes till class; Then I notice. . . A sting of goo hanging off my finger, and loads more half-dried, pungent, sticky. . . cum.

"Wha?! What?! No. This can't be what I think it is." I plunge deeper into my hair, feeling a the cold slime as it completely covers my fingers. "THAT BASTARD!" I yell, then quickly cover my mouth. Everyone is looking at me.

I rush into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. I'm panting. Salivating. Before I do anything else, I bring a bunch of my hair close to her nose and begin huffing it, quickly and deeply.

“Fucking– nasty, dirty. . .”

I suck on my hair. Oh my god! There's so much! And I can't get enough. . uuumphff.

My pussy aches and drips through my shorts. I quickly take off the sweater. Feels so good to let my sweaty body free. MmmMMmppf. I pull mu hair through my mouth, eating up all the gobs of semen, swamped by all the lewd smells surrounding, furiously rubbing my inflamed slit through my shorts. My thick hair rubs against my nose, leaving a stacked up slime all over it.

"God. . . What a jerk for getting me in a situation like this.. . Fuck, it reeks like hell." I mumble under my breath.

“He didn't even care that I smelt this bad." my voice wobbles.

I desperately pull down my shorts, and start jerking my nubby clit. My pussy stings.

The truth is. . . I've developed some bad vaginal infections for a while now. It hurts, but I need to do it. Besides, class is almost about to start.

Hurriedly rubbing my sick, denied pussy, I feel the sharp orgasmic spikes nearing almost instantly. Squirting all over the stall door, I cover my mouth and nose with my cum splattered hair as my eyes rolled back, trying to mask my raw orgasm. Fuck. I came so. hard.

. . .

“I have. . to– I have to wash it.”

Hoping no-one is outside the stall, I pull my shorts up, hop out and dash my head under the sink-tap. I wash as best I can, but it's not clean. The warm water congeals some of the cum, practically baking it into my hair. Fuck. I madly fish my phone out of my purse, looking for the time. Just a few minutes.

I can't be late. Not even now. The competition level for the masters program is insane. My record has to be perfect.. The bottom of my caked mess of hair is still COVERED in stinky, thick cum. I look at my sweater for a few seconds and throw it on. I tuck my hair into it, down through head hole. It tickles and sticks to my sweaty body. The smells mix and immediately begin to brew together.

“I am going to have a SERIOUS chat with Bran when I get home.” I stomp out the door.

Isobel enters 5 minutes late to her BIO335 anatomy lecture. The only door is right next to the front of the small 30 person classroom. She almost bumps into the teacher – Doctor Margaret, apologizes meekly and walks up to the back of the class. Margaret notices a small slime dripping from her nose, her eyes informing Issy – who quickly wipes it away in embarrasment ('It's fine. In fact it's good that she saw that. She'll just be thinking I'm sick.') Isobel thinks to herself.

“Ahem. As I was saying. . . Don't laugh. Every year we get gigglers. . . Animal genitalia can get quite. . . wacky. Salamanders and snakes have 2 penises. This is because they engage in a massive sexual competition– where 5 to, even up to 100 males search for the female– who is coiled within the 'mating ball'." She moves to the next slide, showing a picture that looks like a giant ball of rubber-bands. "Being able to approach form both angles proves advantageous in this chaotic situation." She flicks to the next slide. "Many fish change their gender depending on dominance and available mates. And echidnas have 1 penis with 4 penis heads. Why? We have no idea. My guess is that it blasts the uterus like a shotgun.”

The glass giggles, followed by Margaret's coy motherly sigh.

I'm still so fucking horny. I can't escape these smells. I see Miss Margaret in a way I hadn't seen her all semester. Is it just my horny imagination or are hard lumps subtly poking out of her top?

Margaret's usual attire was slight inappropriate for teaching young adults. Perhaps she thought it was OK because 80% of the class were always girls. Her turtle-necked bright red tube top – while very professional looking, doesn't really leave anything to the imagination. . barely containing her cow size cups. She must be at least a EE, maybe even FF. I've always been jealous of them, and equally jealous of her wide hips and ass. Slimmed by a knee length black business skirt, matching her square framed black glasses and mate black heels – practically indistinguishable from my own. . . She really is a sexier future version of me. Sometimes I fantasied about her in class. I thought it was because I wanted to be her. But now. . . I think about sucking on her obscene nasty-huge nipples. . . It's OK. We've all sucked on our mothers. . . But. With hers. . . That would be, sort like– sucking on a. . . dick.

I shake my head and snap out of it. In reality she was a lot more modest covered up by her open lab coat she never bothered to take off between classes and lab-time, with her mid-length grey hair neatly tied up.

“Something you don't agree with Isobel?” She picks up.

('Of all the days, genitalia had to be today, didn't it?') I think to myself.

“Uh. No. Sorry miss. I just, got one of those weird creepy feelings. Haha.” I laugh nervously.

The class goes on, as Isobel's attention fades. She reaches down to feel her wet seat. Her spandex short-pants have soaked and ridden way up into the maw of her nasty cunt, forming a huge skintight camel toe.

“Pigs, like ducks, have corkscrew penises – which navigate the swine vagina like a sort of maze. However their mating strategy is mainly typified by their. . . ahem, exceptionally. . . large gonads. They flood their mate's uterus with liters of c-. . semen, and then release a second, much more sticky semen which seals up the vagina – all in an effort to out do competitors.”

A spritely blonde girl near the front of the class puts her hand up.

“Pigs have very similar DNA to humans though right? How can they be so different to us?”

“That's what we're figuring out right now Cindy. Good question.”

The lesson decays into a mumble on Isobel's ears. She starts to dig into her pussy through the spandex, massaging slowly in circles, making a quiet, barely audible wet sloshing sound.

“Common house dogs, along with their ancestors, have quite a similar strategy. Thick pods at the base of the penis, aptly called knots, swell up at the base of the penis to seal it inside the vagina, until a potential gestation has occurred.”

Cindy the eager teacher's pet raises her hand again.

“Miss Margaret, sorry, but uhh, I've always wondered this since I was little. Can you explain to us why dogs lick each other's butts? It's really weird and gross. It just doesn't make sense to me. I mean who would actually want to, like, lick that nasty mess?”

“Ahh, well. . yes. You're quite right. It is dirty. You see, the chemicals tell dogs a lot about each other. They help a dog to know if another dog is male or female, how old it is, what it eats, how healthy it is, and even what kind of mood they’re in. The chemicals also help it to know if other dogs are strangers or if they’ve met before. All of this helps dogs decide how they should behave. It's how dogs first get to know each other! A butt sniff for dogs is like a handshake for humans.”

Isobels butthole winks and puckers as she rubs her labia now with both hands, pulling her brewing honeypot apart while thumbing her clit.

“Dogs actually have anus glands or 'anus sacs', that build up an intentionally foul stench, sort of like skunks. They use them for territory marking, among other things. It's quite common for these glands to get 'impacted' – that is, built up, unable to release. One day I came home to my ridge-back darling rubbing his butt all over the carpet, leaving a brown trail. It's what they do to relieve the symptoms, poor thing.”

Isobel might as well be one of the dogs in question. She juts her hips forward on her seat, taking a brief glance from Margaret, who then continues on with the lesson. She hastily shoves her index and middle finger into her asshole through the fabric, in and out feverishly while rubbing her clit with the other. After a while she jolts abruptly, at the feeling of a rip in the fabric, her fingers sinking into the squishy warm feeling of her rectum.

Letting out a small moan, two of her class-girls look up at her – She quickly juts her pencil skirt down over her crotch, barely covering it.

Lifting her hands back up onto the desk she plays normal for a while. The smell of her ass and pussy quickly waft up from her hands, making this act still unbearable. After a minute or so, she raises the stink fingers to her nose and inhales softly. Her mind goes fuzzy, and her pussy and butthole engorge. She rubs the ass-fingers on the underside of her nose, wipes them on her lips, and then gobbles them up. Her pussy is screaming.

The right hand then dives down onto her clit, furiously rubbing. The little nub throbs. 'Oh. Fuck. The orgasm is coming. So. Close.'

Unfortunately, right then she feels a weakness in her knees and bladder. Her asshole loosens, and the streams of piss she didn't get out in the toilet freely jet out. Miss Margaret looks dead at her, watching, oddly. Her voice slows down but she keeps speaking the lesson. Her face is noticeably red. Sounds of drips hit the carpet.

Isobel's hand slips and lightly knocks the front of the desk. She looks down and then her face goes dead white.

There's clear plexi-glass where wood should be. The class had been moved from A to K block – the newer block, due to a biohazard incident last week. Miss Margaret, world famous and tenured Professor Margaret, Isobel's soon to be master's supervisor, had seen everything. Bright yellow piss flowed down the plexiglass as Margaret wrapped up the lesson.

“Isobel; Please wait for me after class thank you. I need to talk to you about the honors scholarship program.”

A few girls of the class ooo and jeer at Isobel, taunting her for being special. While Margaret is packing up and answering quick post-class questions, Isobel wipes the seat clean with her skirt, and shimmies off one shoe to wipe the plexi-glass clean with the tights covering her small delicate foot.

After the class clears out, she slips the shoe back on and waddles down to Miss Margaret, thinking they'll both play it off as if nothing happened. “Come with me to my office, I'd like to show you the brief of your next years project assignment, and the new technology we just got in. I know you're the type of good little girl that likes to get a head start over the summer.” Margaret extends out her hand to grasp “Follow me. My office has been relocated since the accident.”

Margaret lures Isobel past the door to the toilet she was just in an hour ago, then suddenly, with force, grabs Isobel and throws her and herself through the door.

A tense open mouth shows Margaret's clenched teeth, almost making her look like a shark. Her eyes have a complex wicked look in them. Margaret's own quite large hooked nose almost touches her students.

“I'd at least. . expect you to. . . have the respect, to not come to my class. . utterly drenched in sexual fluids of all kinds.” she says, between huffed breaths.

Isobel stands up straight, with her hands locked over her crotch, then bends into a slight bow.

“I- I'm sorry Miss Margaret. It wont happen again. Please. I'm sorry. Please don't expel me from the masters program. Please. I'm your best student. You know that.”

Margaret's face softens to it's calm, polar opposite of what it just was. She slips off her lab coat and drops it to the floor seductively off of her index finger.

“Relax, hun.” She laughs. “ I'm not going to expel you. Come, take a seat. We have a fair bit more to talk about.” She walks towards the toilet stalls holding her finger out as a subtly sensual lure. If Isobel was less flustered she would have noticed a new playful swinging gait in Marge's hips as she strolled. Marge walks past the first four stalls, then opens the exact one Isobel had got herself off in.

“In the stall? Really? Can't we talk somewhere else? This place stinks really bad now that the janitors are on strike.”

“Exactly. Nobody comes here. Here is good. I don't want anyone eavesdropping on what I'm about to tell you. Especially not that pesky Neville. He's supervising a lot of the same stuff as me this year, and his office is still right next to mine. I swear I've caught him holding a cup up to my door on numerous occasions. Pathetic idiot. Trying to steal my secrets.”

Isobel walks up obediently, then stops at the open door.

“Umm, this one s-stinks. Someone had a real hard time in here.” Her left hand goes to open the other stall.

Marge's cold, serpentine hand lightly slaps over the top over her own.

“Don't worry. We won't be here thaaat long. Besides. I can smell it too. This whole place has been stunk out something awful. I thought rich college girls would be cleaner. . .”

Isobel meekishly sits down, toilet seat already up. Marge looms over her – casting over a long shadow from the fluorescent light. In this pose, Isobel's pencil skirt can barely cover her crotch.

The unusually tall, 6 foot 3 Marge, steps her heels into the stall, closes the door and locks it behind her. She turns around, slapping her mammoth milf ass down on the front of the toilet set, sitting tandem in-front Isobel; She leans down and forward, face approaching the floor, and takes a long lick up the stall door, licks her lips, and swallows.

“Mmmmm. Only the purest from little college girls.”

Isobel's face turns white again, more piss flowing from her crotch onto Marge's backside.

“Oh." she says coyfully. "You really are a nasty pig sow, aren't you?”

“How- how do you know?”

“Tut tut.” Marge shakes her head disappointedly.

“Watching the girls through my own secret cameras is just one of my many hobbies around this place silly girl. At first it was to bust them for cheating on quizzes. But. . . haha. . . what can I say? I got corrupted.”

Marge stands up, hikes her skirt up, and pulls her ever so slightly transparent black tights down to her ankles revealing bright fluorescent hot-pink panties. She steps over Isobel's face, ripping her hair up from out of her sweater. Some of it drops down so far it rests in the bottom of the toilet bowl. Marge's crotch squishes onto Isobel's nose, sucking it into her bulgy camel-toe, as the panties instantly soak as if a lemon is being squeezed inside them. "Uuuugghh . . Fuck yesss. . Take a good wif hun."

She then abruptly pulls off. She squats down while pulling off her panties, reaches down and, violently stuffs them completely up Isobel's pussy through the hole she made earlier, stretching it out wider for Margaret's fist. The girl lets out a very lewd moan.

“I knew you'd enjoy this.” laughs Margaret.

Isobel hears very sloppy sounds of Marge rubbing her pussy near the bathroom floor.

“I can wait for most girls. . . But you're even nastier than me. Cum slut. Filthy unwashed pig bitch. Stench loving princess. You'd make a real good queen of the pig sty you know that?”

Marge stands up, revealing a. . . perplexing sight.

Completely baby-hairless pussy. But, there's something wrong with it. What the fuck, is she infected or something?

Her pussy is swollen something bad, like it had been left in a pussy pump overnight. Thick meaty labia and a pouting pisshole.

“Like my handy-work? The forefront of my very own modern research.”

She squats forward over Isobel's face, her monstrous cunt completely enveloping the doll-faced girl's nose and mouth. Grabbing both of Isobel's wrists she grinds her face, the girl wavering left to right, smearing a chalky white vaginal smegma slime residue all over her face.

“Disobedient to your chief advisor huh?”

She pulls her pussy off, which makes a lewd sound like pulling a suction cup off the wall.

Isobel's face is still white with fear, but has hints of a certain lewd look also.

“It's only fair that I do this next part. You pissed on me. So. . .”

Marge death-grips Isobel's wrists, one in each hand. The girl yelps and struggles against the mild pain. Nobel renowned scientist Professor Margaret Felmund, begins to unleash a torrent of deep orange piss all over her student's face. Little bits get in the girl's eyes and mouth before she can close them tight. After a few long seconds the stream lessens in pressure, soaking all into Isobel's sweater, then her skirt, then her tights, then sprinkles off her shoes.

She lets Isobel go, slumping down on the toilet, shivering.

Before the dejected girl can even snap back to reality, Miss Margaret reaches into the depths of her pussy, rips out her own, slimy pink panties, and slaps them as hard as she can over Isobel's face, the viscous juice splattering, some landing on each side of the stall walls.

After a few seconds of delay, Isobel's pussy twitches, and then implodes with a gushing orgasm. The high-class girl lets out a retarded moan, and after long seconds of violent seizing, she just lays there, shivering and twitching like a beaten house wife. Her tongue twists out of her face in a demonic contortion.

Miss Margaret pulls the panties down upside-down over her head. They stick over Isobel's nose like some comedic balaclava.

While Isobel is still in post-bitchgasm comatose, Margaret reaches to her own behind, straining as she pulls out something large. With a pop, and a nasty wet fart, she sets the thick plastic blue buttplug up on the toilet tank behind Isobel's head

She then pulls down her own black business skirt back to normal, then past, down off under her feet, taking it off long with her thin tights, and kick them forward into the corner of the stall. Turning a 180 and bending over, her broadening ass-cheeks open and like a gate, revealing a huge dark brown anus, puffy like a horse's, and hairy all around.

“Now, for desert.”

She slowly goes to sit on Isobel's face, but Isobel cowers down, lower, lower, Marge's fat ass eclipses the light. She slipping forward off the toilet, head hanging back closer and closer into the toilet bowl, her brilliant hair is now almost completely soaked in toilet water, the smells of which she's now close enough to pick up on.

Margaret's huge apple sized pucker opens up even more as she strains and rubs her belly, pushing and pushing, her puffy mutant asshole open, sounding a few cute toots.

“You can't mean. . . No. No way. NO WAY STOP! WHAT THE HELL YOU SICK BITCH!!!”

A look of absolute panic came over Isobel like never before. Something so visceral. Isobel enjoyed pheremonic attraction like the next animal, but this was going too far. Waaay too far. Her nose just lightly pokes the obscene anus.

SSHHSRLLORpPppppt

A deep bubbly fart hits Isobel point blant in the face, as the sulfur burns her nostrils she makes a look of raw disgust that would easily challenge the one made to Bran earlier today.  She coughs and sputters as her face reddens over in a deep blush. On some deep level, she actually likes this.

('Oh my. . The smell of Miss Margaret's behind. . . After the harsh vapour went away, so rich, I can't describe it. . .')

Hnng. Margaret tenses again, desperately trying to plaster her student's face with the ultimate disgrace. But then abruptly stops.

“Seems it's your lucky day, pigslut. No junk in the trunk so to say. Hahahahahaha.” She laughs at herself like an absolute maniac completely gone in the head, no care for if someone outside might hear.

In that very moment, something deep inside Isobel's personality snapped – as if the laugh itself was a magic spell. She felt supremely angry. More angry than ever before. And powerful.

She locks her arms around Margaret and knees her swiftly in the gut.

“Guuah!” Marge spits, landing on he stall door.

She knees her again and again, then using the yoga flexibility of a near master kicks Marge in the face. Marge gets up in a panic and fumbles for the stall lock. But lightning quick Isobel already has her neck from behind.

Thinking to herself: ('Jeeze. Kicking 2 people in the head in one day. This fucking forsaken world. Hopeless.') She feels embarrassed, but powerful. Embarrassed about her power. Or is it, her desires?

“Why run?” she say's with a wicked grin.

Silence. Isobel's hawk-like hands tighten even more so around Margaret's neck.

“I thought. . . you were the powerful one. Huh? Speak up? What's that? Cat got your tongue?”

Her eyes are open crazy wild. She leans in and whispers in Marge's ear.

“You know. . ~ I try so hard to be proper and refined. Resist these sick fucking. . animalistic urges. Do you know how ummpf, haarrd. . . I try? Do you?”

She releases her grip on her supervisor's throat, and then plunges her tongue deep into her earhole.

“I, I'll report you for this young lady. I really will get you expelled you know that?”

Isobel's mouth releases the ear from her sucking

“Report me? Report what? That you're a lewd bitch professor that spies on her students in the toilet?”

She forcibly turns Margaret's bruised face toward her own, and licks up the entire length of it.

Two of her free fingers sink deep into Marge's ridiculous asshole.

“Tell me. . . Which of us is your favourite? Is it your little pet Cindy? With her perfect curly blonde hair and pouty thick lips?”

Utterly lewd farty sounds quietly fill the bathroom as Isobel hatefucks her supervisor's unnatural shithole with her delicate fingers.

“Hah.

sqelch

Well if you must know. . .

fwop fwop

I can't

fwop

wait for her to drop out.”

She continues to talk in-betwen digs into her lewd XXL asspussy.

“Those stupid. . . uuuugh, retarded questions. . . hold up the class by 20 minutes each lesson. Hasn't the dumb country bimbo Pffllpt heard of google?”

After a few seconds she pulls them out, Margaret releasing a nasty fart, splattering juice over Issy. Issy grabs on the inch thick ring and pulls it hard, making Margaret quietly scream, quickly covering her voice.

“What kind of obscene bitch magnifies their asshole, huh? Did you just get bored of your over-used cunt one day?”

Isobel then grabs Margaret by her hair bun, her right hand opening the stall door. It swings, making a loud bang against the another. She forces the reluctant Margaret out, kicking her ankles and pelvic thrusting into her thick ass as if fucking her. Margaret's plaited bun comes undone, and she falls to the ground, Isobel still holding onto the now extended plait pony tail.

Margaret is now the one looking up in disbelief

“Are you insane? Somebody will catch us.”

“I. Don't. Care.” Isobel smirks. “Besides. I have a lot less to lose than you,” She laughs.

A brief silence, then Margaret jolts to her feet, trying for the door; But Isobel quickly secures her pony tail with her right hand also, and janks backward. Margaret yelps, stumbles in her heels, and falls backwards into the lap of Isobel, let down softly by her toned student, as so she doesn't crack her head on the bathroom floor.

Isobel spins around and throws her face first to the floor. One of the lenses of Margarets thin glasses crack. She turns to face Isobel with new found horror, who then rips them off.

“Won't be able to get away without these” She laughs maniacally. She throws them to the ground near Margaret's face, who tries to grab them, getting her hand stomped on, letting out another yelp. Margaret watches as Isobel's almost identical heel comes down on the glasses over and over. “Don't- Dis- obey- nasty- fucking- perverted- horrible- bitch of a teacher.” then kicks the glasses to the side of the room, bends down and clears the glass with the sleeve of her sweater.

“You'll pay! You'll pay for all of this when it's over. Do you have any idea how expensive those designer frames were you bitch?”

“Oh. Is that a resignation I hear. 'When it's over.' – Implying it's only just begun. Silly bitch. You're smart enough to watch your mouth.”

Isobel scoops up the pony tail again, and leads Margaret, on her hands and knees like a dog, back over to the stalls. She opens them one by one, looking for the dirtiest. Margaret's heavy tits sway inside her red boob-tube with each crawling motion.

“Oh lookie here. This one has some shit stains on it.”

She kicks Margaret in the back of the ass, signalling the animal to move forward into the stall.

“Why don't you, hmm, I dunno. . . . lick it all clean?”

Margaret shivers in fear for few seconds, lifts up the toilet seat, then leans her head into the bowl. She touches her long tongue, flicking like a snake, onto the bowl, and then dry heaves.

“No? Is that a 'no' from Margaret's body I hear?”

She walks over to Margaret, then flips her dainty body backwards over Margaret's back, lying on her stomach on top of her, her legs hanging on either side of the toilet, her chest on Margaret's motherly cheeks. Now feeling surer that Margaret won't be getting away, she strips off her piss-soaked sweater, and the skirt, using her precision yoga coordination – throwing them out the stall 1 by 1. Finally, she pulls Margaret's whorish panties off her head, almost having forgotten about them. “Let's return these to their rightful owner.” she giggles, mostly to herself as Margaret cannot see, then starts pushing them into her mare-like gargantuan hairy brown-hole. Mostly stuffed in, she critiques Margaret's handy-work

“Quite tight for such a giant obscene thing fit for a cow.”

Margaret seems to be frozen in a survival response and doesn't say a thing.

With her yoga dexterity Isobel pushes Margaret's face into the bowl with one of her heels

“Come on. Get into it. I expect it to be all clean once I inspect it. So get going.”

The bowl amplifies the licking sounds, pleasing Isobel's new found desire to make others comply.

Isobel reaches her fingers of both hands into the lewd flesh doughnut from either side, wrenching it open – holding it out agape for a few seconds, then releasing, repeating this over and over. Her tongue traces around the phat rim.

“Toilet Slave. Why don't you do the same? Lick the rim of that bowl too. It must be sparkling.”

Margaret complies, tasting the varied flavours of countless schoolgirl's dried up piss.

Isobel pushes the panties fully inside, and then grabs Margaret's long and numerous ass hairs from both sides and pulls, using the strands like handles to stretch open the lewd doughnut. Margaret screams, and Isobel surprisingly quickly gets the idea to shove both her feet into the toilet bow, Margaret's face into the toilet water, silencing her scream.

She holds Margaret down longer than she should, as her lewd cowhole puckers and winks wildly. Isobel sadistically rips out the asshairs, ass many as she can, before raising her feet and allowing Margaret to breathe. The teacher now softly weeps in a cold fear paralyzed hysteria.

“Oh calm down whore. It's just water.”

Isobel makes her right hand into the shape of a snake head, and plunges it into the sphincter, stretching it like a cone. Margaret lets out an unmistakable moan of pleasure.

“I bet you did it to someone in highschool. . .”

She forces deeper.

“Or are you reliving a trauma of when you were bullied yourself? All bullies are bullied? Isn't that right? You should know. You have a fucking teaching diploma after all.”

She forces really hard, trying to force her whole hand through her teachers huge fat anus.

“Huh? Speak. Speak pup. Speak up you dog bitch. Come on. Snap out of it. Do what your owner tells you.”

“F. . . . F-f-f-f-. . . Fuck you you–AAAHHHH!!”

Margaret's retort is cut short as Isobel rips out the pink panties, scrunches them up in her fist, and then rams it unapologetically right up her teacher's ass, stretching the extra-thick puffy anal-ring to the max. It stops about half way up the forearm. She's reached the second sphincter. Isobel just grins and presses onward.

“AAAAAHHHH!!!!” Margaret screams again, even louder and more soul wrenching than before as Isobel sinks elbow deep into her shitpipe. Unexpectedly, Margaret's obscene pussy sprays in gushy waves all over the stall door as Isobel's did, but with about 5x the volume. It drips down to the concrete floor, soon forming a puddle.

“Cumming at a time like this. . . So 'that's' the level of whore you are huh. Well. I'm actually impressed to be honest.”

She yanks her arm out, leaving the panties deep inside, then munches down on the quivering gape. Isobel herself is starting to wimpier and drip from the experience of eating out her teachers poohole. Yet only a movement later, she freezes. Her anal feast is sharply interrupted by a swinging of the toilet door. No foot steps, just silence.

“Uh. Um excuse me. Is everything alright in there? I get that people – uuh, struggle on toilet, but those screams are beyond that.”

“Hel–” Margaret's cry for help is quickly cut short as Isobel's lightning fast legs make a triangle around her neck.

A few meekish steps sound forward.

“Is that you, Miss Margaret.”

It's Cindy's naive like voice.

“Hah. No, but close. I'll take that as a compliment. It's me, Isobel.”

“Hey, Issy. What's up. Sounds like you jammed your toe in the door or somethin'

“Haha. Yea. Sorry. I saw a spider-cricket. Huge and black. You wouldn't believe it. I can't stand em'. Just a natural uncontrollable reaction. . . A bit late for you to still be here? Class ended a while ago.”

“Oh yea? Spiders? I ain't scared of them. We have all sorts back on the farm. Yea I was studyin' the lesson ya know. Dumb ole' Cindy, I always have to stay after just to get it. If I don't pass this semester I'll have to re-do the year. And I don't think my parents 'll be happy 'bout that. But no matter how hard I try my grades just sink.”

Isobel bends her spine backwards, contorting her body into a ring, looking Margaret in the face upsidedown. She holds her finger up to her lips in a shush symbol, then slowly releases the .

“Aw. Cindy you're not dumb. You just didn't have as much of an advantage as us growing up.”

Isobel bends around, grabbing Margaret's pony tail and looping it around a thin waterpipe tying it in a knot, then repeats it. She then scurries to her feet, opens up the stall and walks out, carefully closing the stall behind her.

“Sorry I smell. I've been hitting the gym tryna catch up to your super farmgirl strength.”

“Oh so kind of ya Issy. Keep it up and you'll really be the perfect girl. Smart, strong, and sweet. But I ain't strong. The boys did all the hard-work. We gals just stayed in and did, ya know, girl stuff. Baking, knitting. . .

“Mmmm.” Cindy sighs. “I really do miss it in a way, ya know?”

“Hey, this is awkward, but, I have a deal for ya. Come in here and flatten this spider real quick and I'll be forever in your debt. I'll join you into my study group.”

“Wow really? Thanks that'd be such a great help. Sure thang hon. Here I come little spider.”

Cindy walks in confidently, then holds her nose in disgust.

“Damn. These toilets STINK! I heard the janitors were striking, but dayum. Alight. So where's this big black baddie?”

Isobel looks around and feigns confusion.

“Hmm. . . Huh. I guess it could sense spider er Cindy and scattered off.”

A brief awkward silence looms between the 2 acquaintances.

Cindy looks down to Issy's feet noticing the odd fashion choice of heels with gym gear.

"Well. Will you still join me in Issy? I promise I wont be a bother.”

“Sure. I mean you were gonna help me, so what difference does it make right?”

“Right.” says Cindy, laughing in relief.

“Alright, well.” Cindy turns. “I came over to the toilets to take a number 2, but I don't really feel like it anymore. I'm about to head home. Wanna walk to the train station with me?”

Issy eyes the plump girl up and down. A fat sizeable ass in black yoga-pants, hanging under her perfect golden hair. It's size lies somewhere between Issy and Margaret's. In other words between big and humongous. Isobel bites her lip and makes a slight evil grin.

“Hold on. Wait. There is one thing. . . Cindy.”

“Sure, anything. What is it?”

“Well, you see, our clique is pretty tight. We've known each other all since high-school. And you know we're all part of the Triple Alpha sorority right?”

“Of course. Triple A. How could I not know. All the smartest and prettiest students. In fact part of the reason my mom sent me here is that she heard that it was so good for networking. Too bad I'm way too thick to get in.”

“No, you're wrong Cindy. You don't understand.”

Cindy looks down, depressed.

“I want YOU to be a Triple A. Triple A isn't about looks or smarts. It's about willpower and kind heart. And you certainly have both of those.”

“No. Way. Really!?” Cindy almost screams excitedly.

She hugs Isobel in excitement. Isobel strokes her face in approval and kisses her in the moment. The kiss goes on for just a bit too long and with a slight bit of tongue. Cindy gets a bit creeped out, and then really picks up on the smell and draws away, trying to hide her yuck facial expression.

“Haha. Sorry about that. It's how we greet each other in British Colombia. I forget it's not really normal outside of French culture.” says Isobel a bit red in the face.

Cindy grabs her hand and walks towards the exit.

“Come on. Lets go grab some food. I'll shout you before we go home, and you can tell me all about how to be a Triple A.”

Isobel skittles a bit, but stops pulling her back.

“There is, ooooooonne other thing.”

“Huh? What? Lets get outta here and talk about it on the way. This place is gross.”

“No. This is the perfect place. Hardly anyone comes here because of that. In fact I'm surprised you didn't hold it in like everyone else, and go to toilet when you got home.”

“Haha. Yea. That's actually sort of embarrassing. I just had to go.”

“Busting aye? Triple As tell each other everything you know. Don't worry. I won't laugh. I promise.”

Cindy looks down shyly.

Isobel pulls her chin up wither her index finger and smiles at her.

“Well. See. OK. You promise you wont laugh? Seriously?”

“I promise”

“OK. I trust you. Sister.” She smiles

“See. I was holding it in – like everyone else. But. . .” Cindy blushes. “When I got home I couldn't let it out. I thought nothing of it and just had dinner, studied, and called it a day. The next few days I didn't get the urge and I barely noticed. But then my stomach started to hurt something wicked and I called my mom. She said it must be the change in food. I'm not used to all this stuff. In fact the problem may have been going on for a long time, and, you know. . . stuff can gathering up in your guts. So I went to the doctor and sure enough. . I-Impacted stool I think she called it. I didn't wanna mess around with any of those Big Pharma drugs though. I thought it would just pass if I changed my diet up. Oouughh. ." She grabs her stomach. ". . It hurts real bad. It's been weeks, and I just looked up and found a natural remedy that worked last night. I almost drank a gallon of this raw ginger tea last night to get things moving along. I got the urge in the morning, but, well. I didn't wanna clog my toilet at home. Haha. Selfish, and disgusting, I know.”

“No, it's OK. I would've done the same thing. Besides. This place is filthy. There's no way it could smell any worse. In fact you should be proud leaving a big surprise for those fucken janitors once they get back.”

Isobel laughs, Cindy laughs awkwardly.

“So. Now that I told you that. . . What'd'ya wanna tell me?”

“Well. Mine's also embarrassing. But in a different way.”

“What's up. Did you pee all over your knickers when you saw the spider” Cindy laughs

Isobel strokes Cindy's hair.

“You may not have the brains of most the girls. But you certainly have the looks.” said Issy with a slight seductive tone.

“Thanks Issy. That means a lot coming from you.”

Isobel runs her hands down Cindy's body, then steps behind her

“Are you sure you haven't been working out?”

“No, really. Not at all.” Cindy laughs nervously.

“I wish I had bigger boobs like you you know.” Isobel hovers her hands hover over them. “Do you mind? I'm just imagining what it would be like. Thinking about implants and stuff you know.”

“S-sure. Not at all.”

Issy lightly but deeply massages Cindy's mammaries, slightly smaller than Margaret's, kneading them though her stretched out baby blue singlet – which was clearly not designed for this far from average chest.

“I just don't think implants would feel quite like this. What do ya think Cindy?”

“Umm. I'm not sure. I mean, I guess so– “ She says as Isobel slides her hands down over her hips, forward up over her chubby belly, and then back up to her whorish breast. “S-sorry, I mean I guess not.” Issy's hands slip forward to the nubs. “And besides, my small nipples wouldn't really match.” She grabs them between finger and thumb. “Are they always this big, or do they get bigger when you're turned on?” “I– Uh, Not sure. . .” Cindy is starting to shiver a little nervously, her voice shaking.

Issy's hand moves down in between her crotch

“You know. . . We're a little more than friends in the sorority right?”

(This is a lie, solely constructed to get in Cindy's pants.)

Isobel rubs in a circular motion, nibbles on Cindy's ear, and tweaks her other nipple. Cindy lets out a mute, very girlish moan, and then pulls away.

. . .

“Hey, sorry. But like. . . I'm not even really into girls ya know?”

“Haha. Yea. Sorry for coming onto you a bit strong like that.”

An awkward silence again.

“Have you ever tried it?”

“What?”

“Have you ever experimented. You know. First rule of science. Gotta experiment and test everything. How do you know you aren't into girls if you've never tried?”

“Yea. Well. That's true. . .” Cindy looks down in a blush.

“I did try one time. But. It doesn't really count.”

“Huh. What'd'ya mean? If it's with a girl of course it counts.”

“Oh, well, ya know. What everyone does. Me and ma' sis fooled around once playing doctor.”

“Yea. You're right. That doesn't really count” Issy laughs.

Another silence. Isobel slowly walks over, and puts her hands on Cindy's hips, grabbing her ass playfully. She leans in, Cindy's big boobies squash up against her own much smaller C cups. Her face lingers an inch away from Cindy's thick red lips.

“I'll make you cum so hard you practically forget about boys.” Says Isobel quietly, in her most raw and dirty voice. She grabs Cindy's hands and places them over her skirt, then starts fiddling with Cindy's now noticeably wet pussy again. Cindy gropes Issy's ass, and then moves her hands all over, exploring Issy's body.

“I still don't know about this. Doesn't it say in the bible that we shouldn't?”

“Only– For men–” Issy says between deep kisses. “Trust me– This is good for you–”

A sneeze comes from Margaret's stall. They both stop and Cindy looks over.

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Issy goes in for another kiss.

“No, wait. Why's that stall closed anyway.”

Issy goes and knocks on the front.

“Hey, if you're in there just say so. We'll leave to somewhere more private.”

Silence.

Cindy makes a gross expression at Margaret's dripping puddle of squirt that she thinks is in-fact piss. Isobel opens the next stall over and pulls her in, putting her on the seat.

“There's no one. Trust me. I was in here for while now. If there's somebody in there they're dead or a ghost.” Issy bends down and Cindy blushes. Her blue singlet really brings out her blue eyes. Issy stretches the already well stretched singlet down over Cindy's boobs, revealing a huge pink lacy bra.

“Such a girly girl. I knew it.” Issy laughs. She reaches around and undoes the bra with ease, then steps up on the toilet seat between Cindy's legs. “I'm just placing it up here so it doesn't get filthy.” She looks down at Margaret, who's sitting on the toilet seat patiently. Seems she's undone her knoted hair. Isobel does the 'I'm watching you' fingers and then steps down.

Kneeling in-front, Issy alternates mouth between Cindy's broad thick inverted pink teats, while her fingers hook into her classmate's pussy through her yoga pants. “These are in the way.” Cindy lifts her fat ass up off the seat in cooperation and Issy yanks them down along with her panties in one swift motion. Matching baby blue stripped. How cute.

Cindy's belly hangs a bit over her very modest pussy. Thin lips and a tiny tiny, almost invisible clit, revealed as Isobel lifts up the flab. However there's quite a lot of hair – thick, almost black, in stark contrast to the hair on her head. She definitely doesn't even trim.

“Sorry about my gut. . . I should be exercising more.” Cindy blushes.

“Don't worry. It's sort of cute.” Issy says playfully grabbing at the roll and jiggling it.

Cindy lets out a sort of sick moan. “Something wrong?” Say's Issy?”

Cindy's face turns red. “It's. . . . . . It's the. . . poo. . “ she blushes even more. “It's packed up real bad. And makes my gut look even worse.” She looks away sadly.

Fortunately Issy knows the perfect way to cheer her up. Two fingers slip deep up Cindy's cunny, hooking up into her g-spot, while the other hand harshly digs into the nipple pit that isn't being sucked. With her tongue, Isobel manages to flick the nipple up out the right way, then softly bites down on it, making Cindy cover the hand working her tight young pussy in gush. Cindy covers her own mouth to silence the moan.

A little drop of fluid leaks out of her tweaked nipple. As this goes on, more and more starts to come out. “Oh my god. Are you fucken lactating?” says Isobel with a devilish horny look of pleasant obscene surprise. She takes a breast in each hand and tightly squeezes the flesh toward the nipples. Cindy's broad teats pop out and swell even more, then squirt into the air as Cindy moans. A jet of girl cum sprays the toilet seat she's sitting on.

“Wow. I'm impressed. I though nipplegasms were just urban legend” coos Issy. “Your nipples practically ejaculated like dicks.”

Cindy lies slouched back, looking sort of up. Her guts make a really bad gurgling sound, the muck shifting inside her.

“You're really are sensitive you know that?

“. . . . . . ?” Cindy lays in silence.

Isobel slaps her in the face a few times “Hey, you good?”

“Wa happen?”

Isobel smiles again.

“Issy that felt so good. Please do it again. Please make my big nipples cum.” She says like a girl to her mommy.

“Hold on I have an idea. Please tell me you're wearing them. . .”

Isobel takes of Cindy's blue sneakers and pulls and the white stained sock. Pulling down and down reveals a standard knee high school girl sock. Even though Cindy's outfit would suggest ankle socks, she had been to a girls only school complete with proper uniform. Most of the girls had kept them from their schooldays for casual wear – which she was boasting about it one day in class, how most girls are so frivolous and waste all their money on clothes.

Isobel sniffs it, earning an odd look from Cindy, then brings it up to her breast and wraps the stretchy thing multiple times around the distended breast. Each wound make the swollen flesh get redder and redder, as Cindy's moans get more and more guttural. She quickly does this to the other breast too of course.

She slaps the breasts, front and back hand, as they start to leak like taps. She then abruptly gets up and walks just outside the stall to admire. Veins stick out from the tightly bound bright red nipples. A slight droll hangs off Cindy's thick lower lip.

Isobel begins to slap her tits harsher and harsher, pulling her nipples far out, flicking them, and so on. Cindy's titflesh continues to darken.

The metal clang of the of the stall lock next open sounds and the 2 stop again. Cindy looks at Issy worried.

“Who's there?” says Isobel in a confident strong tone.

Silence. Cindy silently signals Issy to shuffle over, and bends down to look for feet.

“Issy I'm scared. I swear I just saw some feet jump up.”

The broken ventilation system sounds a slight breeze. Issy points to it.

“Look, up there. It's probably just the wind blowing on the doors. Probably how the spiders crawled in too.”

“But why is the stall closed?”

. . .

“Relax. You're just ultra nervy because this is your first time with a girl.” Isobel kisses her deeply. “Just focus on the pleasure OK?”

But Cindy isn't buying it.

“The stall is locked. Someone must be in there. Hey! The only reason they wouldn't respond, is if they were a boy. . . or worse. . . a man.”

Cindy pulls up her pants and the two step out.

“Do you want to open it, or do you want me to?” Asks Cindy meekishly.

“I wouldn't want you in danger Cindy. Besides. No one is in there anyway so I'll open it.”

Cindy reaches into her purse on the sink-bench and pulls out a taser.

“Who-ever's in there, I've got a taser. Don't try any funny business.”

The two do a silent '1. . . 2 . . . 3 . . .” count, but right before Issy opens it, it opens itself and Margaret meekly steps out with her skirt and tights back on.

“Miss Margaret?!” Issy exclaims with a Hollywood actors level of surprise.

“Why didn't you speak up earlier?”

Cindy quickly covers her lewd breast display, moving over to her blue singlet and putting it back on.

“Yea.” Cindy affirms “W-what's up teach?”

“S. . . Sorry girls. I. . . I. . . I just didn't wanna start a drama. Gotta protect my reputation. In the professional world, any little incident can and will be used against you.”

“Well. . Don't worry about us teach.” Cindy says confidently. We won't say a thing. Right Issy?”

Isobel looks cold.

“Hmm. Yea, I guess so.”

“Alright. Well I'm glad we could clear that up so easily. I'll be off now. You girls don't have too much fun.

Isobel grabs Margaret's hand.

“Wait. Not so fast. I have some questions.”

Cindy is looking at Margaret's hair. It's rare for Margaret to not have her hair tied in a bun. Through her thin tights, a drop of juice falls from Margaret's hidden pantyless cowcunt. In the silence the sound of the drip is obvious. Cindy looks down and notices the trail. Margaret looks at her, noticing she noticed.

In a flash Issy swipes the taser, stabs it into Margaret's neck and holds down for what was probably longer than what's safe. Her victim slumps down to the ground unconscious.

“WHAT THE HECK ISSY? WHAT DID YOU DO? WHY?”

“I can explain, quick, just help me get her into a stall.”

Cindy looks left and right quickly, utterly confused, and just cooperates. They drag her back into the original stall with Margaret's big fat buttplug sitting atop the toilet tank. Cindy might have realised what it was if its size wasn't comically large. But she does notice how similar the colour is to her singlet. Isobel picks up Margaret's long sleek lab coat and ties the unconscious professor's hands around the back of the toilet.

“Margaret has a dark side Cinderbell.”

“What do you mean.”

“She can't be trusted. The reality is, for all I know she's napping her undergrads and performing experiments on them.”

“No way! That's like- a conspiracy theory, like a movie.”

“I'm serious Cindy.”

“W-What are we gonna do now?”

Isobel smiles a small invisible grin

“Interrogation.”

She grabs Cinderbell's water bottle, fills it up, and shoots water all over Margaret's face. Still dead. She leans in and slaps her face with the bottle.

“Wake up. Wake up. Hey. Oi.”

Margaret's adrenaline comes back in an instant and she shakes

“RRR. LET ME GO. WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU INSOLENT BITCH! I'LL FUCKING YOU!”

Isobel smacks her face again with the water bottle much harder.

“Excuse me. Calm down. We're just gonna have a little chat.”

Margaret is baring her teeth, positively fuming.

“Why the hell did you tase me young girl?”

“Why did you me just before? Huh? Why don't you tell Cinder too?”

Silence as Margaret looks away.

“Nonsense. I don't know what you're talking about. Is this some new drug the s are into lately? Cinderbell Halfthorn, have you 2 girls been taking drugs? Things will be a lot easier if you just fess up now. I promise you wont be expelled.”

(A plausible defense by threat. As to be expected from a genius.) Isobel thinks to herself.

Cinderbell's breast ache something bad, and her stomach even worse. If she could see under her own top, she'd freak out at the purple colour they've now turned. But now isn't the time to raise it, and she doesn't want Margaret to witness her indecency. Fat nipples poke very noticeably out the top, yet they are just barely obscured by their owners arm.

“Yea, are you OK Issy? I know lots of girls take stimulants to get grades. Have you had too many? When's the last time you slept?”

“I slept just fine Cindy. Don't lean into her lies. She's crafty. Remember, we're dealing with a literal genius here.”

“I. . . I-I-I-I. . . I dunno.” Cindy pulls out her phone.

“Hello, I'd like to report an emergency, my. . . uh. . .”

Margaret whispers as loud as she can.

“SHE'S CALLING THE FUCKEN COPS. STOP HER.”

“Why. Should I?” Isobel whispers back cheekily.

“THE FOOTAGE. YOU'LL BE INCRIMINATED JUST AS MUCH AS ME. I'LL BE FIRED AND YOU'LL BE EXPELLED. OUR LIVES WILL BE- RUINED!”

Issy runs and scopes the phone out of Cindy's paw with her catlike dexterity.

“Hello, officer? Hello, yes, my sister has just had a panic attack. Yes it's happened before. We're aware of the action plan and health lines. Yes. Sure. Thank you for understanding.click.”

Cindy looks up at Isobel with a look of pure fear.

“I'm sorry Cindy, but I just can't let you do that. Nobody is going to hear about this. OK?”

Isobel looks quite menacing, taser in one hand, Cindy's phone in the other.

Still holding her bag, Cindy reaches in and pulls out a large can of bearspray.

“I'm sorry Issy. I don't know what's going on. Please, please just let me go.”

Isobel slowly puts the 2 items in her pockets, and puts her hands up.

“It's OK Cindy, I'm not y–”

Cindy goes to flee, even more unsuccessfully than Margaret, held tight in Isobel's well trained arms. Isobella rips the bear spray out off Cindy's clutches and puts it on the sink-bench.

“HELP! HELP ME! SOMEONE COME IN HERE AND HELP ME! MY LIFE IS IN DnnMnNNnnffmpphf.” Isobel's hands clasp over her mouth and throat.

A few seconds and sure enough the door opens. A young mans voice.

“Hey, are you alright in there? I heard something fro–”

“Get out of the girls toilet, CREEP!” yells Isobel.

“Sorry, but I hear–“

“Get out! GET. OUT! This second! If you come in here I swear I'm gonna report to the campus that you d me.”

The guy leaves letting the door swing behind him. “Fucking bitches, what the hell. . .” they can barely hear in the silence.

“Cindy. . .” Isobel says calmly with a dead pan “If you try to disappear or tell anyone about this, we'll fucken you. Like actually your sweet little soul. Isn't that right Miss Margaret?” she winks.

Silence.

“Fess up Margie, or I'm taking you down with me.”

A long silence.

“I'm sorry Cinderbell. I've done some terrible things.”

Cindy starts to sob and cry like a little girl.

“I'm gonna! I'm gonna tell when this is over! I don't care what you do to me! All criminals should be brought to justice!”

Issy picks up the bear spray with her left hand and leads Cindy to Margaret's stall with her right. “Lap up that puddle, my sweet slave.” Cinderbell sniffs at the liquid she hovers over. Her new mistress pushes her head down into it by the sole of her heel-toe. Cindy laps at the cold puddle a few times, then stops. “Do you know what that is Cindy?” Cindy thinks on the bitter taste, certainly thinking it's piss. "It's your beloved Margaret's squirt. Congratulations. You're basically fuck buddies now.” “Liar.” says Cindy.

Isobel throws her into the stall, then pushes her own -red piss-soaked sweater and skirt along the ground, back into the stall over the puddle of girlcum, and takes a few steps back.

“laydown on those, facing feet away from me.”

Cindy sheepishly complies. She lies on her back looking up to the ceiling with the toilet between her legs, Margaret's matte black heels either side. Her painful breasts hang over each side left and right, darkening marks around her nipples under the light blue singlet.

“Alright, last chance before the 'negotiation' begins. Are you gonna tell?”

Silent tears drip down onto the floor “Do your worst.”

Isobel then thinks in silence for a while, while the other two breathe heavy in anxious expectation. She puts the bear spray on up on the toilet tank next to the buttplug, then empties her stuffed sweaty short pockets, putting the taser, Cindy's phone and her own up too, all in a neat line.

She lightly kicks at Cindy's breast, making her wince. She kicks harder, then the other breast.

“I mean, I get it. There's nothing I can do to stop you from tattling, short of napping or ing you. So I guess I'm just gonna have to break your mind.”

“Let me show you how to properly break little college girls.” She winks at Margaret.

Issy stomps down on Cindy's guts – who instantly reacts by clutching her hands to her stomach, lets out a nasty putrid fart, then reaches down grasping her butthole. Releasing the foot then holding her heel down on Cindy's face, she kneels down and slaps her, spits in her face, in her eyes, the slaps her whole face with a downward strike, and starts slapping her breasts. Cindy's face trying to hide all expression is then hidden by Isobel's nasty sweaty camel toe. She laugh's maniacally, going on a titty slapping frenzy, rubbing her yeasty camel-toe deep into the poor girl's whimpering mouth.

After a while, Isobel gets up and Cindy is dry heaving. She picks up the bear spray and Cindy's attitude immediately changes

“NO! PLEASE! Please! Anything but that! Anything but. . .”

Cindy starts to cry even more. Issy pulls off the long thin extender tube that's designed for or extra range and accuracy,  and attaches it to the nozzle.

“Too late for pleading.” Issy smirks.

She shakes the can vigorously, bends back down, smothering Cindy's face.

She shakes the can again, lifts up the bottom of Cindy's Singlet, looking at her now vegetable-like swollen breasts. Veins radiate and protrude from the nipples all around. She pulls the trigger, sending the burning itchy fluid all up the singlet onto the d sacks. Issy immediately recoils from the smell. It's a lot stronger than she thought. She drops the can. Cindy is failing her fragile arms about, hitting Isobel in every way she can. Her raw screaming is muffled under Isobel's crotch, and in that brief moment, Issy's girl cum gushes over Cindy's face in a hard wave of constant pleasure, literally pissing squirt.

Margaret has a worried look in her eye. She raises her foot and softly pushes Isobel back; The insane new-found domina loses her balance, slips in her heels and tumbles backwards.

“AAAAAHH. IT BURNS SO BAD. ITCHY! ITCHY! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY–“

Issy pulls her skirt out from under Cindy and stuffs her mouth with it. The suffering blonde reaches for her inflamed breast but quickly pulls her hand away in pain.

Margaret laughs, wearing a spiteful grin that says 'Haha bitch, I'm still the one in charge.' Isobel gets back up in furious anger and, standing over the two. She grabs Margaret by the hair with her left hand and slaps her in the face full force a few times, then spits in her eyes, similar to her acts against Cindy. Margaret shuffles her hands behind her, trying to free herself, but it's no good.

Isobel pokes her fingers through the hole on in the back of her shorts that she made in class, but this time stretching the fabric forward and sinking them into her diseased pussy, then pulls them out and shoves them deep up Margaret's nostrils. The teachers eyes light up. Then Isobel hooks Margaret's face close – an inch away from hers.

“Let's stuff that insolent mouth.”

She peels her shorts off like they'd been stuck on with glue, turns them inside out and starts stuffing. Margaret is clearly dry heaving as they go in, but Isobel manages to stuff them in almost all the way. There's so much fabric Margaret's cheeks puff out like a blowfish. All the while, Cindy peaks down under her top, worried at the sight of her darkened breasts. Before Isobel can finish, Cindy spins over onto all fours and tires to make another run for it, but Issy simply turns around and stomps down on her back. Cindy lands on her chest, crushing her breasts, and immediately pushes her front up like in a yoga post to alleviate the pressure on her severely punished tight bulbs. Her stomach grumbles again, even more deeply displeased than the last.

Cindy spits out the piss tainted dress.

“Ouuuch! Your heel is digging into my spine! Please take it off!”

Isobel smirks, unclasps her heels and slips them off, then stands back on Cindy. Cindy soon feels the sweat of Isobel's soaked socks seep in. Her guts continue to burn and ache, and she lets out another fart as Isobel bears her weight down. She feels like she's gonna chunder.

“Pwwwfffaaauugh!” Margaret also refuses her mouth to be stuffed, spitting out the shorts onto her lap and dry heaving. She mixes up the juices in her mouth and then just as Isobel turns to look at her, Margaret spits the nasty glob at her students face. A loud yuck splatter sounds over Cindy's groans. Margaret begins to cackle like a witch. “You're pathetic, you literal bacterial scum bitch. You can't even keep ahold of your slave.”

Still standing on Cindy, she plies open Margaret's mouth, hoicks up her phlegm, and spits it inside. Taking one hand away she grabs the baby blue buttplug and rams it into Margaret's snake-like but still quite plump lips. “How's your ass taste? Bitch?” Her red lips stick spreads all over the plug. Then Isobel sharply pulls out her finger in reflex, dripping from the index.

Yet this does not intensify Isobel's fury. Rather she calms down, into a cold rage.

. . .

The drips.

“So that's how it's gonna be?” says Isobel in a serious tone.

She sits down on Cindy's lower-back, keeping the buttplug in her hand. Margaret's legs are pulled forward, giving a nice view into her skirt. She gently pushes the buttplug up to the doughnut that rests behind the thin fabric of Margaret's tights, and softly starts working it in. As big as it is, Margaret's ass was already stretched all day from that very object, so it goes in smoothly, stuffing the tights in with it. Margaret is surprised at the change in Issy's demeanour, popping the fat plug in and out in a pleasurable way. She then places the plug in-front of Margaret's fabric guarded, engineered pussy, and presses softly. She reaches up and grabs the taser, using one of it's small sharp fangs to cut a hole in Margaret's crotch, then returns it to it's place atop the toilet tank. She then reaches back down, her snake-head shaped hand into the phat ass-ring as she once did. Isobel works the mad scientist's equally lewd custom holes for a while; And soon, her whole hand slides up into the teacher's warm ass, at the same time the plug pops into Margaret's pussy. The teacher moans. Fishing just a few inches in, Isobel pulls out Margaret's once fluorescent pink panties, holding them up dangled form her fore-fingers. Cindy wonders what horrors all the lewd sounds she hears behind her represent. The shlick of the panties comming out of the cowpie is especially lewd sounding and accompanied by a distinct shit smell making Cindy hold her hand up to her nose and mouth.

“These have definitely seen better days.” Issy says in a genuine disgust.

She gets up, and slings them towards Margaret's face, slapping down hard in ironic revenge. She turns around to the stall door and pulls Cindy up by her hair, making her help. She closes the stall door, squishing Cindy's chest against it in an awkward yoga pose. The pressure on her punished teat-sacks is bad.

“Try to escape again and I'll spray this bear deterrent in your fucking eyes you dumb dittz.”

Cindy cried for the pain in her d breasts. But also because she of the shattered illusion being called dumb yet again.

Issy rips open the hole in Margaret's tights wide, the fabric violently pulling out the fat plug in Margaret's pussy in the process, dropping onto the toilet seat. The smell of Margaret's now fully exposed, nasty engineered pussy fills the air. Immediately after she starts pounding Margaret's distended abomination of a cunt with the plug, then in her ass, back to her pussy, ass, pussy, ass, pussy, mixing the 2, then slamming as hard as she can into the ass, making Margaret jump. Isobel peels the ass-juice soaked panties off her supervisors face.

“Open up.” She says, slapping her superior's lightly. But Margaret refuses.

Isobel pinches her nose, pulling her head around by it, and starts punching her in the temple.

“I SAID OPEN UP BITCH!”

Margaret's feet flail around and accidentally kick Cindy a few times. Isobel is literally prying her jaw open, but to no avail. Both look on at each other in hostile hatred.

Isobel peels the panties off her face and starts violently whipping her teacher in the face with them over and over. Small stings of goo fly onto the stall walls.

“Who's the bitch!? Who's in-charge here!?”

She reaches her other hand into Margaret's skirt, grabbing a literal handful of her highly customized fat lewd cunt-front, digging her nails into the flesh. She continues to slap, with her hand and the panties, the reaches down, pulls up Cindy's legs and and start's smacking Margaret in the head with them, and rubbing the dirty soles into her face, smearing her professional make-up all over. The black eyeliner starts to drip as a few single tears drip from Margaret's eyes.

“Come on! What's the pecking order!? Animal social hierarchy 101! You taught the class!”

She carelessly drops Cindy's feet back down, making her let out a small cry in pain, then goes back to the shit-slimed panty-whipping. But Margaret remains resolute, turning her face up in a prideful insolent display. Her eyes are and face are red from the countless strikes. Isobel comes down hard with one last strike right over the eyes. The insane rich-bitch bends down and takes off Margaret's heels as she did her own. Slipping them off she grabs one by the back, holding the heel like a handle, and moves it under the skirt. She pushes the cone-like front of the shoe at Margaret's vagina, up to a point where it gets tight, then starts flicking Margaret's thumb sized nubby clit. The smooth solid matte heel sinks in millimetre by millimetre, as Isobel gently applies pressure in and out. Margaret's teeth are clenched, but her face also has hints of an erotic expression of pleasure.

“Isobel. . My tits are burning. Please let me run water over them. . This is unreal. You don't know how bad it hurts.” Cindy meekly pleads.

“The quicker I'm done with your favourite teacher, the quicker I'll get done with you.” Issy grins.

The dominatrix pushes her hand-wielded heeltoe up to the resistance, then applies pressure harder and and harder. Push, push, squeeze. The front of the heel makes a lewd squelching sound as it sinks past the tight fat pussy lips. Margaret lets out a moan. Her mouth now hanging open, Isobel tries to stuff the ass-soaked material into her mouth once again, but Margaret bites down, preventing it from all getting in.

Issy leans back onto Cindy, making her groan again.

“Tut tut tut. What should I do with you huh? What's the best way to discipline a student?” Says Isobel looking playfully at Margaret.

She looks at her own similar black heels. There is one main difference. Isobel's heels are very narrow, about 3 sizes smaller. The heel piece itself is long and thin, almost like needle. A very naughty idea comes across Isobel's mind.

She grabs her own heel and figgles back under the professor's jet-black skirt. In between the gaped cunt and the nubby horse-like clit, is another hole, equally as lewd. The entrance to Margaret's urethra is puffed up like a tiny bright red anus. She line's the heel stalk up to it.

“You can't be serious?” Says Margaret in disbelief. She doesn't think it'll fit. Isobel teases the tiny little pucker, flicking her tongue over it, and rubbing it with her pinkey. It's actually puckering and winking, as she tastes drips of the deep orange piss that showered over her earlier.

At this size, it's practically like a second clit, her tongue goes between the 2, sucking down on both with her pretty teen lips. She looks down to see girl-juice pooling in the heel lodged deep in Margaret's now foot-wide cunt. It's time. She lines up the needle-like heel and very slowly presses.

The heel pushes the tightly closed pisshole back about an inch into Margaret's crotch flesh. The professor lets out soft sounds of pain. Then Issy greatly increases the pressure, twisting the heel around wildly and the lewd piss-sphincter pops over the thin makeshift rod. Margret lets out a sick sound like she'd been kicked in the guts.

Issy returns to softly ramming the broad plastic toe in and out of her Margaret's cunt, while picking up the pace with the tiny rod. Each thrust she makes her way deeper into Margaret's piss-pipe. The heel stalk gets to the point where it starts to broaden, stretching out the entrance. She grabs a hold of the heel in Margaret's cunt and pushes as hard as she can, and fucks the piss-slit as if it were a pussy.

Looking up, she see's Margaret's face in an even more lewd expression.

“Pisshole triple-pussy bitch.” she says insultingly and spits on Margaret's lips from a distance. Isobel leans in and starts sucking her nose, tonging her nostrils. She moves her knee in to apply pressure to the cunt-sunk heel and starts kneeing away at it, fucking the piss-slit with the other heel in both hands. Isobel breathes in and out directly into her teacher's nasal passage, digging her tongue most lewdly up the nostrils, gaping them as she licks the snot inside, in her own saliva.

Margaret's quickening breath clearly telecasts an impending orgasm. Isobel softly bites down on her nose, then releases and spits on her face

“Cum slut! I order you to. Cum! Cum! Cuuum!” – as she violently and carelessly knees the shoe into her pussy harder and harder each time ordering the milf-bitch to cream herself.

Margaret's lips shiver and tremble, waving out to her whole body. She's mouthing some words silently, then piss starts to flow out the edges of her stuffed piss-sphincter. Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth opens in a lewd maw. Isobel lets go of the heel and stuffs her left hand in Margaret's mouth, her right jerking Margaret's long tongue up and down like a dick. The doctor's heavy wave of piss forces the intruder out of her pipe, releasing torrents of piss and girl-cum which collect in the heel bellow.

Issy finally takes the chance to stuff the ass-soaked flouros into Margaret's mouth. She dangles the cloth of ass-slime down softly into Margaret's post-orgasm gaped mouth. She then takes off her own tiny sweat-stained sports bra and stuff it in too. It barely fits and Margaret's cheeks are once again stuffed out like a blowfish. She picks the matching shorts out of Margaret's lap and jams her head into one of the legs, then pulling the other over for a double layer, completely masking Margaret's head, apart from her long grey ponytail hanging out the bottom. ('She's gonna have a hard time breathing in that') – Cindy worried.

Isobel abruptly rips the thick baby blue buttplug out of Margaret's asshole as violently as she can, and forces it into her fabric guarded mouth. The woman makes panicked suffocating sounds and the plug ever so slowly stretches her lips painfully wide, the fabric in her mouth almost going down her throat. Issy feels a pop as it makes its way in. She couldn't believe it. Margaret sure does have a huge mouth. Isobel slap her bondage slaves face a few times "Can you still breathe, hun?" she asks coyfully, using the teachers patronizing term once used on her. She can hear strained inhaling and exhaling sounds coming from the teachers sock surrounded nose.

Stepping off of Cindy – who takes a sigh of relief, Isobel reaches down and slides off her disgusting wet socks,

“Here, take in the smell of a real alpha bitch.”

Topping it off, she stretches the shorts over Margaret's face out again from the top, and stuffs her socks down inside. Margaret's muffled moans sound out, she's trying to push the fabric out her gagged mouth but it's not possible. She jostles her tied hand's behind the toilet once again to no avail. Isobel lets go of the highly stretch shorts which elastically snap back, stinging Margaret's forehead.

Isabel immediately sloothes around like an insect, clutching Cindy's face and hair form both sides, turning Cindy's head around to face her psychopathic crazed eyes.

“Nowww. For you. . Sweetheart.”

Isobel opens the stall and Cindy falls face first again onto her tits and yelps. Issy walks about awkwardly while holding onto the back of Cindy's hair with her left hand, sliding her along the ground, forward into the main area of the bathroom. Cindy's tits are partially crushed and rolled under her own weight, and as she tries to raise herself, Isobel helps her up by the pulling the back of her hair, then throws her to the side away from the door.

Cindy now looks like she got large round fake-looking silicone implants. Her tits have swollen well beyond the size of even Margaret's. Her nipples poke out lewdly from under the blue cloth. Isobel walks over to Cindy's bag and snatches it off the sink-bench.

“Anything else in here. Like a fucking gun or something?”

All that's inside are some tampons, lipstick, numerous other female products. Isobel walks over to the door, rips open the tampons and jams them 1 by 1 under the door crack.

“Juuuuust to be sure. Don't want anyone interrupting us.”

Isobel quickly returns and picks her other scattered heel. She walks up to Cindy and touches it to the bottom of one of her abominably over-inflated sacks, lifting it up as Cindy grimaces in pain. Issy just smiles. She lifts up the singlet, signalling Cinderbell to raise her arms. She throws the itchy blue fabric aside, revealing the naked punish-sacks.

“Issy! Please untie them! Please, look! They've gone a yucky deathly colour.” She starts crying

“I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY BREASTS ISSY! PLEASE. THEY'RE MY ONLY ASSET.”

Issy just continues to grin. She walks back to Margaret's stall, who murmurs in a mild fear. She rips the tights off the well tied taboo-breaking teacher, and marches back to Cindy, while ripping the tights in two with her bare hands.

But Cindy is nowhere to be seen. A nasty bowl-amplified fart sound comes from one of the stalls, and Cindy groans. Issy walks over to the open door to see Cindy hunched over, clutching her stomach.

“Sick. . . I gotta get it out.” She lets out a deep burp like a drunk person would before they vomit.

Isobel says nothing and simply continues on with her plan. She walks into the stall, hooking one ripped strip under Cindy's left sphere, Issy tightens another knot, splitting the ball of milk-flesh into 2 lobes, then wraps around some more. As she pulls tight and ties the knot, Cindy makes a surprisingly erotic expression. Her nipple sprays a decent jet of pink milk. Issy looks down at the milk puddle, knowing it's that colour because it's mixed with . She actually feels sorta bad. No matter, she does the same to the other, this time Cindy letting out a strange alien-like jittery sound. The new ties have returned Cindy's breasts to a vaguely cone shape form. Her nipples stick out longer and firmer than ever, dripping drops of pink every few seconds.

PFFFFLLLRRLOOORPT~~

Another horendous bassy fart sings into the bowl, Cindy moaning sensually immediately after the pass of gas.

The thick dense 2 week old turd crowns open Cindy's butthole – who has a face like she's going to sneeze – carnal anticipation of release. The colossal shit nugget retracts, far too big for her tiny virgin butthole. She winces in pain.

Isobel grabs her hands and lightly pulls her up.

“No. Issy I have to. It hurts so bad. I feel sick.”

Isobel drops her hands and looks at her with pity. She then turns and walks out, back to Margaret's stall.

She looks down at Margaret's, admiring her red slutty boobtube. She lightly fondles the well sized breasts.

“Don't worry. I'm done with you. Just don't go escaping.”

She gives her tits a slap, then pulls the plug out of her mouth like a babies pacifier.

“Sit tight. This'll all be over soon.” She tenderly strokes the side of Margaret's masked face, making her whimper.

Marching back into Cinderbell's stall she quickly squats down. Cindy doesn't catch a glance of the plug. Issy pulls Cinderbell's legs, jutting her ass forward, exposing the young pure girl's now straining asshole. Cindy pushes, dilating the ring a good few inches, but she's clearly blocked.

Isobel holds the buttplug upside-down, and quickly pulls the plug up and ramming it in the wrong way. Cindy's groans soon tern to into moans of pain, the flat stopper of the plug her shit back, but showing no signs of going in. Cindy looks down to the source of her discomfort.

“Wrong way! What are you doing!?”cries Cindy is desperation.

Isobel smiles and just keeps pushing

“AAAAHH!” Cindy sounds out her now familiar yell of hurt. “STOP!”

Her naturally dialated anus slow gives in, bit by bit, and swallows the large flat 'handle' and cleches down tight on the much tinner middle bar.

As Cinderbell huffs and puffs in releif “Well that should hold the damn for a while.” Issy laughs.

She pulls Cindy by the hair forward out of the stall. Cindy falls onto her knees and is lead along. Isobel reaches down and pulls Cinderbell's pants and panties up, over the plug that sticks out like a cute nubby tail. Isobel lies down on her back and pulls CIndy's face toward her pussy. On all fours, Cinderbell's breast make it all the way to the ground, her nipples hovering over the cold concrete.

“Now's time to return the favour. That's what friends do, right?” She laughs. Holding Cinderbell's head like a basket ball on both sides, Isobel rides her foul diseased crotch into her classmates face. She moans, rubbing her clit against Cindy's stubby nose, and pressing it into her tight snatch. Pulling Cinderbell's head down, her enormous breasts squash up between her rib-cage and the concrete. Issy rides and rides for minutes, Cindy catching a breath every so often. But soon she's slapping Isobel's thighs and making suffocated sounds, twisting trying to pull her head up.

“Mmmwwwooaah.” Cindy raises for breath, and simply sits there panting and Issy looks on playfully. Cindy's already naturally very full lips have now swollen up to bimbo-like proportions as if they were bee-stung. She dry heaves and spits.

“What the fuck is wrong with your cunt!? Disgusting!” Isobel is slightly shocked by the sudden change in language from the little girl, but also very turned on. Issy does the usual; slaps her then backhands her and spits on her face.

She gets up and leads Cindy by the hair over to the long sink-bench. Isobel hops up, sitting with her ass in one of the sinks, her legs spread, continuing to pull Cinderbell's face into her bacteria-ridden crotch. Cindy's protruded swollen sacks squish up awkwardly against the granite bench. She glances herself in the mirror.

“My wips. Wuua.”

Isobel pulls her in.

“Don't worry. It's just bacterial vaginosis, and, maybe a yeast infection. .. . aaaaand a UTI. Haha. What can I say. I've been trying to fix it. But don't worry. They're harmless. You're just having a pretty bad allergic reaction.”

She raises Cindy's head and looks at her.

“Cindy. I want you to clean me out. Make my pussy flesh sparkling clean. Who knows. Maybe some of your overactive antibodies will cure me.” She laughs. Rather than pushing Cindy's face down, she just holds her hair on otherside, hovering her face above the sickly cunt-lips.

Cindy breathes deeply and looks at her seriously.

“Do it. Or I'll come up with something worse.”

They stare out each other for a few silent seconds, then Cindy, very reluctantly, starts to pat her tounge over the filthy maw. Minutes go by, Cinderbell occasionally heaving and coughing as Isobel gradually instructs her to do it more deeply. “That's it. Stick you tounge in as far as it will go.” Cindy heaves and gags again, but continues. As her swollen lips are locked around Isobel's virus-factory, she get's a worried look on her face and starts to gag and heave convulsively a lot more. Isobel takes it as indignance and forces her face down hard.

Explosive vomit torrents down into Isobel's forsaken baby-box, quickly filling it to the brim, and splattering out the corners of Cindy's mouth.

Silence.

Isobel's face is white.

After a few more seconds, muffled laughter comes from Margarets stall. She's laughing her ass off so loud it can be heard easily even muted under the gags of cloth.

As Cindy takes her mouth away, Isobel's pussy lips seal the vomit inside. Cinderbell slowly raises her head, shaking in fear.

“I– . . I– . . . I– I– I– . . I'm so sorry Isobel. Please don't hurt me. Please. I'll clean it up right now.”

She gets up and grabs some paper towels out of the dispenser and runs water over them.

Isobel springs her feet forward back to the ground, and a large chunky splat of vomit drops from her pussy to the floor, making the sound you'd expect. As Cindy feverishly pulls at the paper towels, Isobel simply walks past her.

Arriving at Margaret's stall, she's still laughing in hysteria.

“Think it's funny, do you bitch?”

Margaret continues to laugh, but slowly dies down.

“Mmarpl Wrpl” Margaret is trying to say some sort of insult from under her gag. Isobel angrily removes all of it, ripping the 2 garments out of Margaret's mouth. Margaret's revealed face is in a grin of spite.

She reaches down and pulls the piss-filled shoe out of Marge's cunt, and holds it infornt of her playfully.

“Don't. You'll regret it.” Say Marge in a slightly commanding tone.

Isobel takes no care and throws the piss all over Marge's face, getting it in her eyes.

Margaret's foot comes up switly, kicking Issy directly in the cunt – which ejects a little more of the vomit onto Margaret's foot as Isobel buckles and squats to the ground, clasping her vomit-soaked pussy. Marge then kicks Isobel in the head, pushing her out of the stall.

“Scum pig bitch's nasty class-whore fucken shitty hell-cunt got what it deserved.” She spits down on Isobel's exposed body, grinning ear to ear.

Isobel slow gets up and goes to turn back to Margaret, but see's Cinderbell desperately fiddling in a side pocket of her bag. Smart enough to not take risks, she grabs the bear spray on the ground and jumps back up to her feet and out the stall.

Cinderbell stands in a fighting stance, holding out a scalpel.

“Dissection labs today. How could I forget.” Issy says calmly, holding her own weapon forward.

“Let me go Isobel. This is it. You've had your fun. This is the end. I'll leave. I won't say anything. We'll all finish the semester and go back to our normal lives.”

Isobel turns and looks to down to the side for a long while – thinking deeply. She slowly strolls toward the door.

“You know. That would be the rational thing to do.”

. . .

“But. . .” She grins. She turns like a cat and sprays at Cindy all over. Cindy screams and charges her, swiping the scalpel. Isobel takes one shallow swipe to her cheek, and another to her arm. Then Issy has her, clutching her wrist. Her own body burns as it rubs against the bear spray. She squeezes on Cindy's wrist as hard as she can, who eventually, after a few very long seconds, drops the scalpel. It clangs to the ground, and Cindy slumps, crying, wiping her eyes desperately.

Isobel knees her in the head, knocking the softly wailing Cindy to the ground, then kicks her, kicks her again as she scurries backwards, and keeps kicking, kicking her into the wall. In the process, Cindy rolls onto the plug, numerous times, shoving her shit back deeper – not that she really noticed.

“I told you Cindy. I told you I'd spray your eyes.”

She calmly bends down and pulls the cowering Cinderbell's face up.

“You cut me Cinderbell. You cut my face. That's gonna scar you know. I'll never get back my pure looks. . .”

Cindy just say's nothing, quietly wailing at the pain. She know's pleading is pointless.

Isobel grabs the mashed up wet towels and wipes Cindy's body down with them.

She strokes her hair gently.

“I just couldn't lose you. . . You're too cute.” She smiles. Cindy has a Stockholm look of nervous laughter.

“You're a maniac.” Shouts Margaret over from her stall.

“Takes one to know one.” retorts Isobel. “You've been such a good teacher. But it's time for you to move over and let someone else step up.” she says in a kind tone looking at Cinder, stroking her face near the same spot she herself is cut.

. . .

“Oh, I'm far from done teaching you yet.” Replies Margaret in a mysterious tone.

“Whatever you say bitch.” Replies Isobel carelessly.

Isobel tugs on Cinderbell's cheek like an annoying grandma, then ruffles her hair and gets up. She walks over to pick up the scalpel, moving over to Margaret's stall, turning playfully back to Cindy.

“Remember what I said. Don't run, or I'll ya ;)”

She walks in and places the scalpel and the bear-spray atop the toilet tank with all the other items. She then twists her teacher's legs around, her to follow and rotate her entire body over the toilet so she is now facing the back of the stall, effectively lying on her sqished breasts over the toilet, her tied hands now crossed, and knees on the ground as if on all fours. Isobel then unzips in skirt, pulls it around the base of the toilet, over-stretching it taut, and re-zips it, effectively immobilizing Margaret's legs.

“W-What are you doing. I thought we were done?” queries Margaret.

She slaps the milfs fat bubble butt, making it jiggle.

“Let me know if you've done this before.” Says Isobel playfully and winks.

She leaves the stall again, checks on Cinder, who's rubbing her sore skin and picking at the knots around her breasts. Close to where she's laying in the corner, are some old bits of plumbing pipe, left around from the initial plumber's strike. Isobel grabs a piece about 15 inches long, and quite thick, thick enough to easily put her hand through.

She stares dead at Cindy, who looks down, and then returns to Margaret. She slaps the pipe against Margaret's ass and pussy a few times.

“Hmm. Pretty thick.” She says, looking at the pipe. She inspects the rough edges of the pipe, grabs the scalpel and starts carving them smooth. It takes a while, and Margaret just lies in silence. She walks out to check on Cindy, who has given up on picking at the knots, and is now holding her breasts in an anxious pose leaning against the wall.

“So tell me again, how long has it been since you've taken a dump?” Issy asks playfully.

Margaret immediate starts struggling again in her constraints. “I SWEAR I'LL FUCKEN BURY YOU BITCH! DON'T EVEN TRY IT!”Isobel starts to laugh/giggle softly but still certainly in the way of a maniac.“Hmm. What did you say again? 'It's only fair, you tried it on me' so. . .” Isobel traces her finger around the rim of the pipe. “The thing is though Miss. . . the youth today must be creative, or they stand no chance at employment in their chosen field.”

Isobel licks around the rim of one side of the pipe, then reaches down and shoves the blunt end at Margaret's pussy. She's ramming, and Margaret is moaning pain, and slightly in a sobbing fashion as if her previous threat was worth nothing. The normally dominant professor's tone goes quiet, more like Cindy's. The pipe is wrapped around Margaret's fat disgusting labia, but Isobel just pushes anyway, brutishly trying to force the labia to fold back over itself into the milf's vaginal passage, granting the pipe access.

“You're beyond sick you know that.Auuunpff. I'll report you. I'll Uuuaah. . catch all your little mistakes. I'll find anythingOuuuughaa. . . . . to get you denied. . . from the masters program. I'll fucken OOUUgGhHH! . . ruin you. Slowly. Day by day. I'll focus all my energy into you. Pure hate. Don'tMmmoOOUggh. . . underestimate me.” Issy starts fingering, teasing, licking Margaret's giant poo-pucker. “Come on, open up bitch. I expected more from your circus genitals.” She goes at it again for a while, but to only marginal progress. She sucks down on the fat sphincter-doughnut, enjoying it a little to much, then pops off it. “Mmmmwaaah. Fuck, I almost got addicted to that.” she grins.

She hears odd sounds coming from Cindy's side, the place she was just about to go back and check anyway. As she walks out, it's plain to see Cindy standing up on the sink-bench, desperately trying to squeeze into the large open air-vent passage way. It's a bit of a comical sight as her her cartoon sized balloons are clearly never going to fit.

Isobel's face scowls in cold fury. Dropping the pipe, it clamours on the ground as she walks over to the desperately floundering Cindy. “WHAT, DID I SAY!?” she shouts quietly, grips Cindy's left leg tight in hatred, digging her nails in the ankle, and pulls it out. The huge breasted bimboesque blonde falls and lands air-bags first onto the sink-bench, yelping, spewing pink milk, then poorly onto the floor, scrambling on her back. Isobel stomps on her face, her breasts, her stomach, each time, Cindy yelping, as Isobel says “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.” Cindy lets out a sick burp, then groans again, clutching her stomach. Isobel pulls her onto her knees by her hair, and knees her in the stomach, the plug under Cindy's pants jumping outward as she does so. Cindy's stomach makes a horrible grumble, and she moans like she just had her leg blown off by a landmine.“ "Comere'” Issy commands, as she leads Cindy to Margaret's stall “I need your assistance.” and picks up the pipe on her way.

Margaret's pose completely presents her lightly spread demonic hindquarters, making Cindy quietly gasp her lightly bruised face at the sight. “Feast your eyes on your favourite teacher's ultra lewd fuckholes – by her own design, did she tell you that?”

“Miss Margaret. . . How could you. .?”

“She's lying Cindy. I was born this way. I'm a mutant. One of the reasons I got into biology was to cure myself.” Isobel just laughs. “Hahaha. I dunno what to fucken believe about you anymore you crazy weird lewd scientist bitch. . .”

Issy kicks Cindy forward onto her knees, bringing her face close to Margaret's overly swollen musky pussy lips. “Your job is to stretch that cunt out. Cunts stretch wider when they cum, so I suggest you put those pretty little lips to work too.”

“Please, don't make me her. Can't I just please her. . mistress?” Isobel's pussy and clit fire up with lust when she hears Cindy spontaneously referring to her as mistress. Isobel leans over her back, her own small C cups pressing against her new found lesbian lover. She sensually straddles Cindy's body, sort of like she was fucking her, stokes her hair and sucks on her ear lobe, tonging the hole. “Ooh, sweet Cindy. Sweet innocent Cindy. You still haven't figured it out have you? . . See this big pipe. ? This is gonna be the connection between you and Margaret. . . . . The only way you're going to release all that backed up shit, is into Miss Margaret's cowpussy.” Isobel drops the pipe to her side, now basically in the stall, and turns Cindy's face to her own, kissing her as her classmate softly whimpers, tears silently running down her face. She gently rubs Cindy's belly, making her moan, and then pulling on her breasts in a milking motion. Her belly grumbles again “You're so fucking perfect Cindy. If I had a dick I'd fuck the shit out of you.” Cindy starts to cry a little more, as Isobel aggressively and deeply violates her mouth, sucking on her lips and tongue, almost putting her own tongue down Cindy's throat. If she could look down and see, she'd notice Cindy's crotch wettening with pleasure-fluid. She wraps her legs around Cindy's guts and slowly tightens – the insides of course grumbling and Cindy dry heaving “The faster you get that nasty cunt open, the quicker we all go home. OK? She pecks Cindy on the forehead with a playful kiss like a mother would.”

The two begin their double oral assault on each of their head teacher's nasty lewd orifices. Isobel sucks and tongues the pucker, soon again getting fingers in to work back up the the fist. Cindy has both hands all fingers in, stretch out like a reverse vice, while sucking and tonging the upside-down clit and sour peehole. Margaret's cunt gapes so tall and wide that Cindy's nose is inside, deeply inhaling the woman's horny stench. Soon, Margaret's moans come out in sounds proving her undeniable lust. She can't help but admit to herself – this was always one of her deepest fantasies, one that she'd shlicked it to many times before; watching the girls toilet activities on video, admiring their sweet young forms in class, and so on. “Ooooh. Feast on my fucken putrid holes you dirty dikes. Oh my- god. Uuuuhghh~~ . . Fucken-. . F- School girl sluts. . Barely legal. . Fuck..” “You mean ILLegal right?” Isobel laughs “Well, you'd be fired. For sure.” This only seems to turn Margaret on even more, her pussy more hurriedly draining into Cindy's mouth, seemingly forgotten of the fact she is about to have shit up her cunt.

Cindy can now get a fist in, and continues to stretch. Isobel also get's her fist in only a few moments later. The two start pistoning in and out. When Cindy goes in, Issy pulls out, and vice versa – pulling all the way out, then softly punching back in. Soon all that has pumped a big load of air up Margaret's ass, and she lets it out in Isobel's face BBBbbbllrrppRPRTttt.. t.t..t. Instead of laughing, Margaret lets out a nasty whore moan. A bit of ass-slime splutters onto Isobel's face, as the girl mutters “Oh, my, god” under her breath, with lusty eyes, then digs back into her anal lunch with even more horny-vigour. . . munching, tasting, and sucking, on the fleshy thick ring. Isobel's own raw, flared up, naked, puke packed pussy drips, mixed with vomit, a little stream flows down onto Cindy's backside.

The bassy trumpeting of her teacher-idol's shit-pucker reminds Cindy of her own impeding situation. Her guts gurgle again and she moans into Margaret's pussy, now pulling it apart very desperately, like on the door handle of her much needed toilet. She pulls so violently that Margaret moans out in a 50/50 mix of pain and pleasure. Her fist now slides deep, easily into the back recesses of Margaret's XXL love tunnel. Cindy is surprised and almost fearful, as it sucks her up almost to the elbow, like a weird creature. She feels her knuckles bump over the solid clamped tight ring that is Margaret's cervix. Sweet Cinderbell thrusts her arm in and out and few times, then tickles the cervical nub. “Ooouughghh!” Margaret lets out a deep bassy, almost manly moan. Cindy feels the pussy contract, a large, powerful muscle. Margaret again lets out a similar moan as Isobel's arm sinks to a similar length deep past her sphincters. Issy turns to Cindy “Come on Cindy, lets arm- this bitch into oblivion.” She winks.

Isobel is pumping noticeably faster than Cindy, who feels her friend's fist on the other side of the vaginal-wall. She herself takes a more sensual approach, occasionally fondling the thick cervical nub deep inside, but nonetheless feverishly jerks on the teacher's upside-down clit handing down bellow. Isobel, getting a bit too excited, clasps her legs around Cindy's sick guts a bit too much, making the poo-laden girl yells out in pain. Isobel then completely releases her legs and continues as if nothing happened.

“It hurts Issy! It's burning. I feel hot inside. It feel like it's melting. . . Please Issy. .”

Issy wonders why she's pleading to her. It's Cindy's job to stretch out the designated receiver. She reaches her long arm forward, groping Margaret's heavy squishy breast through the red latex-like boob tube, then slaps Margaret in the face. “Come on bitch. Don't let your helpless pet student Cindy shit her pants.” When she says that, the plug protrudes out a bit more and then back. Cindy is clearly quickly approaching her limit.

“Double fist the bitch!” yells Issy in a manic playful tone. She reaches down deep into the ass and pushes down, reaching through the intestinal lining for what she can only imagine is her teacher's womb, and starts massaging it. Margaret's tongue hangs out as she moans like an absolute retard, Isobel reaching forward and slapping her again, and her tit. Her eyes roll back, twitching, as Cindy slips her clasped hands ever so slowly into her cunt agape. Isobel retrieves her ass-deep hand, re-clenches it into a fist, and starts rapidly hate-bashing the the fuck out of the fat ass-ring, punching in and out. Margaret's throat is too d up to make a sound, her face in a silent scream, Issy reburies her fist as deep as she can, and Margaret finally lets out a retarded braindead moan of bestial pleasure. Both girls feel a vice-like tightening around their arms, as a torrent of nasty smelling pussy-juice flows down onto the toilet floor, making a sound so deep it almost sounded like someone turned on the shower. Isobel rips her hand out in an abrupt motion, and the dark chocolate sphincter winks and pulses, every few seconds. Tightly distorting itself over the non-existent penetrator. She reaches forward, picks up the taser, sets into high, then sinks the needles into the seizing pucker. As the high voltage passes through the lewd flesh doughnut it puckers and winks wildly, Margaret screams, white eyed, and Cindy's arms just sink deeper. The familiar shower sound is heard again, but with even more fluid, and then skunk-hole sprays a putrid fluid out of its unknown glands all over Isobel's face.

The psychotic rich-bitch's face curls in disgust but also wears a giddy smile like she'd been surprised on Christmas. She wipes some of the fluid off her face and holds it to her nose, inhaling in ecstasy. She then rips the needles out, places the taser down calmly, and laughs with her now familiar maniacal bitch cackle. She pulls Margaret's face around to her own, clutching it violently and squishing her cheeks together. “Did that feel good bitch?” she says in her alpha queen B tone, then s her teacher's comatose mouth with her own snaky tongue and lips. Each of their lipstick's mix and rub onto the other's face. “Go on Cindy, lap up that whore-squirt. Tell me it doesn't taste similar to that puddle from earlier.” As the liquid hits Cindy's tongue, she blushes, as she cannot deny that it tastes strikingly similar. The smell is through her hair and all over her face.

The 3 chill for a minute, then a loud serious knock sounds on the door of the bathroom. “Is everything alright in there.” The sound of a middle aged black woman.

Isobel immediately peeps up “Uh. . Yea. . . Sorry. . . . . .. I just. . . Had a REEEeeeallly bad mexican situa-”

Cindy goes to scream, but before she even can, Isobel already has cloth in her hands, stuffing Cindy's mouth and wrapping her head up calmly, similarly as she did to Margaret.

“Food poisoning.”

. . .

Silence. Sounds of the door trying to be opened.

“Hey, this door is jammed. . . . . . What's going on in there? This is Helia, campus security. People have been reporting all sorts of sounds coming from in there for the last hour or so.”

“Ahh . . . ha. . . haha. . Um, really bad, like REALLY bad mexican. I'm sorry.”

“Why is the door blocked? You can't do that.”

“What can I say. . I was embarrassed. . . . . . I didn't want anyone coming in here. Besides. . Nobody uses this disgusting place anyway.” A bit of Isobel's maniacally hate-filled tone slips out, and piques the interest of the African security guard.

“Well. . I dunno. I've received a few direct complaints in the last hour. I'm just gonna wait out here till you're tone. I'm coming in to inspect after. Don't pull any funny bussiness and try flushing anything down the toilet. There's been 72 related drug incidents on campus this semester already.”

Muted guttural moans come from Cindy, a muffled “Please. . . Issy.” Isobel slaps her head to get her to shut up.

“Alright alright alright alright.” She cackles in a whisper under her breath. “I'll have to teach you to be more fun, next time.” Cindy lets out a sort of curious worried “Mmuuah?” thinking there would be no next time. Isobel punches her in the head again, and Cindy muffles a few whimpers, probably crying again.

Bbblllrrrgbllrrlprrp. .pt Cindy's guts toil. Isobel slides her captive friend's hands out revealing the utterly agape maw of a cunt. Margaret just barely regains consciousness, not understanding the source of the the foreign voice; She turns her head back to Issy showing a face that looks like it's just been under anesthetic surgery for 18 hours, who holds her fingers over her lips in a shush symbol.

Issy grabs the scalpel, and cuts around the reversed plug protruding Cindy's spandex yoga-pants. Slowly, the baby blue assplug's broad handle is pulled out, Cindy moaning more in pleasurable relief than pain, though there is a fair bit of that too.

Pppfffftttbllrrgurergu. . . The nasty sound was almost unimaginable as the plug broke free, a gut wrenching rotten bubble filled fart, follow by a small shart of liquid shit, dripping down. However as soon as Issy had it out, she flipped it back the right way and shoved it back in. Cindy moans hard under the gag, as Issy wipes the shit on the side of Cindy's pant-leg. The smell is absolutely pungent. Even 100% purebred gross fluid-slut Isobel gags a little. Margaret is holding her sound, as instructed, but more out of the total terror of being caught.

“Aww nah. . . Mm that does sound pretty bad. .” the guard laughs “. . “Woo. . I can smell that from out here.” she chuckles to herself under her breath. The guard had heard Cindy's muffled moans, but for now still trusted Isobel, probably thinking they were Isobel's own. Still, she could not shake a intuitive sense something wasn't quite right.

Isobel lead Cindy out the stall to turn her 180. The innocent girl moans louder, and Issy knees her in her padded skull. She then carefully motions the shit-tank backwards, like backing in a sewer truck – her nipples drag across the cold floor the whole time. Mistress leans down and whispers “You ready?”

In Margaret near comatose state, Isobel undoes her legs, and flips her over and re-zips them with Cindy's legs in too – Margaret is back to roughly her original position, yet this time her legs are wound to the sides of the toilet bowl, spreading her legs wide open. Issy slides the plumbing pipe deep all the way into the back of Margaret's pussy agape with no resistance whatsoever. A few inches hang outside.

Margaret's look is indescribable. There's nothing she can do. At best her face is locked in a panicked brace of disgust. Isobel lines up Cindy's cute plugged up butthole to the tube, lifting both the woman and girl's asses up slightly, so the shit has a nice gradient to slide down. With a face of delight, Isobel slowly pulls the shit covered ass-stopper out, but stops right before it slips out.

She looks to the side of the stall where the toilet paper is dispensed, and curls her face up in that same evil grin. “Such a shame to prepare all this, and not film the grand finale.” She picks up her phone, sets it to record, and drops it into the well sized and angled slot.

Cindy sobs, knowing her most shameful display is about to be recorded. And before Isabel can turn to remove the plug, it shots out of Cinderbell's ass from sheer force of liquid poo pressure.

Shitty farty sounds trumpeted out as yellow diarrhea explodes out, most into the pipe, but some flying up landing on the back stall wall and over Margaret's front and hair – making her dry heave and gag over and over. But soon the shithole is blocked – the large blocking chunk that Cinderbell strained to get out earlier with no avail. Isobel bends down, picking up the plug off the floor, and puts it back atop the toilet with the items once more. She then calmly leans down to Cindy's ear “Push.”

“Mm mm.” Cindy nods in disagreement. She's not prepared to disgrace her beloved teacher's baby passage with her horrid septic build up.

“Push. I only ask this once again. Don't tell me you're dumb enough to keep disobeying even now.”

. . .

“Mmmpf.” Cindy shakes her head no, even more in a sort of 'No way bitch, fuck you.'

Isobel gets up. “OK. Game Over.”

Cindy starts sort of hysterically crying, sobbing to herself – a nervous mess.

“Don't worry, everything will be OK.” Margaret comforts, like wife and of an abusive husband.

Isobel walks out and closes the stall behind her.

('She's done?') Thinks the security woman outside.

Issy walks into the next stall over and lifts up the heavy ceramic top-plate off the toilet tank. She walks back, clunking it down on it's side against the stall, and opens the door again.

Isobel reaches down pulling forward on Cinderbell's swollen thumb sized nipples. The completely swollen vegetable like purple-red breast flesh lay in-fornt of Cindy's face on the cold concrete toilet floor, almost obscuring her vision.

“I lied. I'm quite the humanitarian you know. Last chance. Shit for mommy?”

After another small silent pause, Cindy slowly shakes no while shivering violently

Isobel raises up the flat ceramic stone, smiles, and drops it from above her head all the way down onto Cindy's enormous d sacks. There is no sound, the fleshsacks completely cushioned the stone's landing.

“MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Cindy yells through the gag. There's no way the woman outside didn't hear. Pink milk with lines of red squirts all over Isobel's feet.

“Jesus girl. You sure you OK? If you strain too hard you'll rupture your guts!” Sounded from outside.

The large solid brown sphere of shit gapes Cindy's poor ring too the max. It would look bright red from the strain if not completely surrounded by a splatter of liquid shit. Isobel raises her right foot forward, freezes, thinking, then steps both feet down on the ceramic plate, bearing her entire body weight on the destroyed breasts.

The screams of ring out from under Cindy's gag. Chunky thick shit spews from her backside like soft-serve chocolate ice-cream, solid caramel chunks and melted hot fudge sauce. Margaret's face recoils at the smell with an untold expression. The warm muck slowly piles up, ridiculous blarty sharting sounds amplified by the tube. Isobel furiously rubs her pussy to a soundless squirting orgasm as the brown sludge quickly fills up to about halfway.

The mistress steps back off the plate, as not to completely sever Cinder's breasts – her legs quaking from her sadistic immoral orgasm. But it's not done. Isobel pulls Cindy's upper body up, slowly lifting the crushed deflated teats out from under the ceramic plate. The broken tits droop. With that same motion she is lifting the chubby shit-tank's ass up, right onto the tube, so Cinderbell is sitting right on top of Margaret's piped-stuffed breeding-hole. Isobel hugs her with one hand while punching her in the gut with her other. The entire wide cylinder resumes being filled in blasts, then the stream starts again, filling it to the brim with thick, dense impacted stool – and Cindy can now no longer stop. She just keeps shitting, overflowing it, letting out her own guttural moans as her belly deflates.

Yet soon, as the room is silent, Isobel drops Cinderbell down, and the 3 listen to her promptly piss herself in response. Yellow liquid seeps almost silently down her spandex.

Cindy's poor asshole remains in a huge gape. Isobel looks down into it, the fluorescent light shining down into the disgusting hole, showing no sign of it being empty.

“Hey! You OK? What the hell did you catch, the ebola equivalent of food poisoning?”

Isobel's voice is still jittery after her deeply perverse orgasm “Uuuah-uah. .aha. . Yea. . . I guess I did. . . haha. . . . Just. . . . . . give me a second to clean up. .”

“Sure thing. No way I'm playing janitor clean up duty. Management already tried to shoe horn me into that one. . .”

Isobel, sitting on Cindy, then grabs Margaret's head, pulling it forward and the teacher's face down into her pet student's mucky shit-well. Muffled moans come up from Cindy. Margaret is absolutely gagging and spitting, and before long, vomits into the gaped wide-open shit tunnel. Isobel holds Margaret's face down, then tightens her legs around Cindy's belly as tight as she can. A second wave of shit comes up, smearing all over Margaret's puking face as she struggles. Her shit covered head slips from Isobel's hands, who still manages to grab ahold of her teacher's now heavily stained bright red turtle-neck. As Margaret pulls back, the neck is pulled open wide. Issy grins and holds it over Cindy's spewing sewer guts. The thin turtle-necked tube top swells and sinks, as the half-puke, half-shit mixture fills it up. Margaret continues to vomit everywhere. Over herself, all over Isobel and her long hair, and over Cinderbell's wide shit smeared ass.

“What the fuck. . .” thought the woman outside.

Isobel was completely possessed by a filth perverted hate-lust. Grabbing the taser, she turned around, reaching for the low hanging teats. She pulls and twists Cindy's broken breasts around each other, forming a sort of single cone of broken flesh. Nipples touching close together, she squeezes the fat nubs against each other, stabs the taser needles in and holds down the button.

Cindy coughs out her gag from under the shorts and screams a scream like never before.

The last of the young girl's chunky diarrhea blasts ALL OVER Margaret and the back stall wall. The teacher tries to chunder again, but there's nothing left. Cindy finally lets out putrid bubbly shart after shart. What Isobel didn't know at the time, is that in this moment, Cindy came. She came so hard her entire psyche shattered in an instant.

“Alright! Some crazy ass sorority shit is goin' on in there isn't it? Come open the door and I might just not get you expelled!”

Cindy lay unconscious as Isobel takes little notice of the woman outside. She places the taser back, then goes to slip the pipe out of Margaret's broodmare deep fuck-tunnel, leaving the all the dense dark shit behind. She then pressed it against Cindy's wide open gape. Cindy whimpered as it slowly but easily slid deep into her slippery stink hole, still filled with the all-natural anal-lube that aided her passing of the huge compacted turd rocks. Margaret's brown, shit covered, shit stuffed body, lay forward slumped, twitching a seizing in a sort of retarded episode of detached psychosis.

Isobel replies, as she starts to piss into Cindy's wide open asshole “It's nothing of the sort officer! Please. . Just give me some peace. It was so embarrassing that you stood by and listened to all that like some kind of degenerate pervert! If I had my wits about you I'd best be reporting YOU to the administration.” she says in her naturally genuine rich girl voice.

“Nah. I don't buy it.” Says the tough woman. And starts kicking at the door. “Open up this fucking door or I will!”

Isobel calmly finishes her last squirts over Cindy's face, awakening her. She grabs the plug and slams it reversed into the teacher's shitty cunt, sealing it up– the act slightly snapping Margaret out of her glitched, frozen state.

As kicks rain down on the heavy bathroom door, Isobel grabs her clothes and walks out the stall; the sweater, the thin piss-soaked plaid pencil skirt, her shoes, phone, everything, making sure she has every item of she brought in. She stuffs them all in Cindy's bag except her shorts, which she puts on.

Cindy is quietly murmuring “save me save me save me save me. . .” like a broken record, and Margaret pipes up “. .– you. . . I'm gonna you, as soon as I can. .” Isobel just giggles again. She rushes in and brings the scalpel to Margaret's throat, who immediately shuts up and starts to shiver in fear. “Oh?” Isobel says, nothing more, then spits in her teachers eyes once again. She reaches behind her and starts crudely slashing at her teacher's pony tail, cutting it off. She dangles it in-front of the still more horrified woman, and drops it in her lap. She then goes to stuff all the items atop the toilet tank into Cindy's bag, but she gets too close to Margaret, who decides to bite her ear. Isobel of course yelps.

“Yell Cindy! Scream!” She says under her breath, holding Isobel in between her fangs.

“Tell anyone. . . it was me. . and I'll you so bad. . you'll be begging me to you.” Said Isobel in her coldest tone. Cindy gets louder and louder, waking up, and starts to scream it as she becomes fully aware.

“HELP! HELP! SHE'S GOING TO ME! HELP!”

The security woman kicks, but it's just not working. “Shit. I need help.” She says out-loud, and dials up on her phone.

Isobel elbows Margaret in the temple over and over until her teeth release, still taking a tiny bit of Isobel's ear off.

"Bitches just don't learn. . .” Sighs Issy. She quickly goes and retrieves Cinderbell's pepper-spray soaked singlet. Returning, she pulls Cinderbell's hands up to the back of her head, and then wraps it all up in the top, stinging the poor girl's eyes and lips. She starts to cough and struggle. Isobel just laughs. The sadistic bitch then picks up the bear spray, squats down, and rubs the bulk of the shit off Margaret's vulva. Another look of raw fear comes over Margaret, largely hidden by the shit on her face. Isobel lines up the thin extender tube of the spray can, and presses it into the oversized nub of Margaret's urethra. The long tube disappears all the way, deep up to Margaret's bladder.

“KICK THE DAMN DOOR IN YOU PATHETIC BITCH! HURRY!” She yells out to here savior, wriggling about in futility once again. Isobel picks up Margaret's sickening panties off the floor, and wraps them around the trigger of the can, holding it down. Margaret immediately feels a pain like never before as the burning juice fills her bladder. Issy quickly grabs the taser and scalpel, and throws them into the bad, stumbling out of the stall as Margaret screams. “PULL IT OUT, PULL IT OUT CINDY! HELP ME!” Cindy reaches around, fumbling blindly, trying to pull her legs free, anything.

Isobel limberly climbs the the sink-bench, then grabs up into the air-vent hole Cindy once tried. Her lithe body and superior strength make it an easy feat. As she pulls her self up, and starts scurrying away through the vent, she hears the spray-can drop, and the two scream and moan even more, as it seems to be spraying wildly all over them like a loose hose.

Isobel doesn't go far before she slips down the slopped vent, and crashes onto the flimsy vent-guard of the identical men's toilet, smashing it open. Her foot lands on the sink-bench and slips into the arms of a tall muscular man. He drops his phone into the sink and looks completely surprised. Then he catches a whiff of the smell and lets go of her immediately, dropping her to the floor.

“Shhi– Sorry. . . . . What the fuck. ?” Isobel gets up promptly, looking at him.

“Please! You have to help me! Someone was trying to me in the girls toilets! I had no choice but to escape through the vents!”

The dude is pretty quick to adjust and forms a serious look on his face.

“It's OK. You're safe now. Lets get you to campus security.”

“I can't go out looking like this!” She cries.

The man takes off his trench coat and hands it to her. She puts it on, wrapping it around herself, extra baggy on her. She tucks her hair in, grabs the man's hat off his head without asking. She then pulls her grey gym top up and over her face, masking it, then abruptly walks out the door by herself.

Brans Perspective.

I came back to Issy's apartment to grab the few things I left over here. But damn my nuts hurt so bad.

He sits on the couch, a huge pack of ice under his equally huge ballsack. His limp uncircumcised chode hangs barely over the empty mutant-testes. His pretty boy face looks relaxed, his slim ripped hard body sinking into the couch. He's still wearing his field and track training gear; black singlet, grey short shorts, not so white anymore socks and sneakers.

Isobel's place was nice. She's a rich after all. A studio apartment all to herself. Such a shame it had to end that way. No way she's gonna stay my girlfriend after that.

Feeling tired, I make myself a coffee. She wont be back for long while. I almost put cream in it using the creamer. Almost. I've been cumming in Isobel's coffee creamer for a while now. Tagging onto her bio class I learned that ingestion of cum increases testosterone in females, making them more horny. I figured with my cum, it's only a matter of time before she's all over me. That's professor must've been full of shit. Not only didn't it work, it had the opposite effect.

Fuck. Thinking of her eating my cum all this time. . . We'd have the most banal small talk while she was casually slurping on my cum. The little rich girl had more cream than coffee. My dick starts to swell, but my balls ache like mad.

I can still smell Issy. Damn she really cooked up a stank this morning. Then I look up and notice. Her door is cracked open. I just smile.

Issy was a total prude and never let me in her room. We always did sexual stuff on her couch or at my place. Needless to say I was more than curious. I budged the door open, and stepped in. My jaw dropped.

Next to the door was an over-packed washing hamper, next to a trash can with used tampons, maxipads and toilet paper. But that was the least of it. Her bed was unmade, sheets stained brown and streaks of other questionable colours. On the ground was a stained white towel with an upsideown dinner plate on top. Suckered to the plate was a giant flared horse dildo with yellowing residue around the base.

But all of that wasn't the source of the putrid miasma of thick stench. I walked over to the closet light headed. I wasn't sure if the air was bending like it does with heat waves due to the stench, or if I was gonna pass out. I open the closet. 100s of sex toys of all kinds. Half of them I don't even know what the fuck they're for. And bellow; stacks and stacks of jars of some sort of fluid. Who knows. I slam them back closed in disbelief and hear one of the fall off and smash. Normally I'd care, but hey, I'm already fucked. Fuck this crazy pig bitch. Man. What the fuck?

I go to walk out, but down in the corner of my eye I see her hamper again. Her yoga outfit and numerous panties hang out. My dick perks up “Really?” I ask my dick, having a mind of its own. My nuts groan painfully. Maybe I can't cum. But I'll just, you know, have a. . .sniff.

I wasn't the type to do this sort of depraved thing. But fuck it. This is my last chance. I pull out the blue and white striped panties and mash them to my nose. Mmmm, fuck. Isobel's perfect 19 year old pussy smell. I threw them on the ground and grabbed the next, white and pink polka-dots. I look inside. These ones have a yellow stain on the inside. I don't know what came over me, but I sucked that stain into my mouth and licked it all off. It tasted amazing. The personal cheese made by an angel's life giving slit. Fuck. How can this taste so good? Why didn't I get into this before? I sucked it clean.

I dig deeper, pulling her rancid yoga gear onto the ground. It smells worse than the rest. Under it, a blue turtle kneck skivvy had dark wet marks at the armpits. Ew. She needs to lighten up and stop wearing her prude clothing in summer. But. But. . . Ommmph. I suckle down on the wet spot, and raise the other side to my nose. Oh my god. It's so filthy. It's much more salty than the panties. A sharper and more puke inducing taste.

What the fuck? What the fuck am I doing? I slap my self in the face and throw the skivvy to the ground. Half the clothes that were in the hamper are on the floor now. Man she is going to be pissed.

Long black tights. Issy's favourite. I rarely see her without them. I pick one up and it is utterly soaked. Like literally wet. I remember the smell from the one time I nagged her for a week into giving me a foot job.

The memories are too much. I lose it again. I rub the legging all over my dick and balls. Aaaaoouch. Damn. My balls, again. God dammit this is . If only I left a little in the tanks I could just go out with a bang and leave this bitch for good. In my sex crazed fury I pull down my colossal hairy sack and wrap the leggings around and around between my balls and the rest of me and tie them in a knot. It's a bid to numb them and cut of the pain. I grab the other and wrap it around the base of my girthy dick, making the veins swell and the smegma covered head pop out. As I wrap, the foot sweat is wrung out, getting all over me.

More. Moaar. More clothes. More of Isobel's lewd clothes. More panties. I dig down to the bottom of the hamper and pull up some jet black ones. They're stuck to themselves. So I pull them open, slowly to my horror and delight. Like pulling open a fruit, the sticky slimy gel inside is pulled away from itself. The stench is so toxic I avert my face, drop the panties, cough and squint my eyes. Damn. The chemical waste I handle at work isn't even this bad. Swamp Queen must be diseased with something next level.

I calm down again. My survival instincts have kicked in and iced the horniness. I get up and walk to the bathroom. My legs brush my balls that have now gone a sort of purple and swollen up. I go to open up her medicine cabinet. Clunk. Clunk clunk. It's locked. I'm in no state of mind to care so I grab the metal shower-head out of the shower and smash the lock open.

Geeze oh man. What a collection. Is she secretly like a meth addict or something? Or is she dying? That would explain her not giving a fuck about cleaning and washing. The shelves come out like one of those rotating kitchen drawers. Holding a lot more than the box would seem to from the outside. She's got the whole damn hospital supply in here. Anything from methadone, to sleeping pills, viagra (wtf?), a bottle with a mans balls on it and some Chinese writing. In the centre are women's products like vagisil, femdophilus, V-magic, Azo vaginal cleaner.

A prescription note on a tube named Cenestil: Apply daily until bacterial vaginosis symptoms disappear. I put it back and walk back out and lay on the couch at a loss. My junk hurts as it brushes the sofa. It's not really numbing.

Issy's laptop is sitting on the kitchen-top breakfast bar. I open it up, no password, and google bacterial vaginosis.

“Just like on our skin, it is normal to have bacteria within the vagina. However, with bacterial vaginosis, the 'normal or good' bacteria are taken over by other bacteria. . . Often women notice an abnormal vaginal discharge or an unusual odour which may be worse after unprotected sex. . .

bacterial vaginosis is not an STI/STD. . .”

Not an STI/STD? Guess I'm safe then? Please don't judge me. I was horny as all hell. My devilish grin returns, my dick hardens again.

I walk back into her room stepping onto the yoga pants on the ground by accident. Baby blue spandex with racey bright pink and white lines in stylized design, the tank top was matching. I don't know what came over me but I stripped down, and slid my legs into the leggings. Slimy and cold, like putting swimming pants back on. My body immediately itched and tingled. There's no way my bulging junk was gonna fit so I tore a hole. Next the tank top. My nipples burned, exposed to her filthy sweat.

I find the black panties again and open them up. So nice and sticky. Issy's pussy jelly. I can't have her pussy, but these will make a good pussy.

Lying down on-top of all her strewn out clothes, I thrust my dick in and start furiously fapping the diseased panties up and down my short, extra-fat, fire-hydrant looking cock. Shlick. Schlik schlik. My dick is immediately on fire, as if I'd just poured chilli sauce all over the whole thing. It's dripping down to my balls, setting them on fire too.

The burning feels good. But then it REALLY starts to burn. I rip the bacterial sack off my dick. It's bright red and swelling. My urethra has completely swollen shut, and my dickhead has flared out in an unnatural way I've never seen before. Suddenly, itchy. Oh lordy itchy. I scratch at my dick but it's no use. It itches so bad at my peehole, so I wildly flick my finger there. It itches inside, inside my urethra so bad. I push my pinky finger, hard, harder. Yellow slime comes out as it goes it. But it's no use. No relief. And it hurts like a motherfucker.

Once again I panic and get up. But I trip over and push the door closed. No worry. I'll just open it aga- Clunk clunk. Again. Clunk clunk. What the hell is this place? I mean I get it, you're rich, but double automatic locks on everything?

My heart sinks. . .I'm trapped. . . She's gonna fucken me. Like actually me. Tonight on CNN, local boy ed by girlfriend. Brutally dismembered alive while the neighbours listened to the screams. Fuck. Issy – Isobel Daphidelle Warner, is NOT somebody you fuck with. Jesus. And what about her dad? If I'm alive, he'll do even worse.

3rd floor. . . There's no way I could survive the drop out the window?

I pause in defeat.

At least, at least. . . I go to untie the leggings. They're all in dry hardened knots and stuck together. Great. Either she s me or my dick and balls fall off. You really are the genius boyfriend she deserved Bran.

Well, I guess I'll enjoy these last moments. I pull her hamper over and see some white panties with a tiny pink bow, and some white and pink socks. I grab one of the socks and try to slip it over my severely swollen wad of fat fuckmeat. Hopefully the fabric will absorb the slime and give some relief. I'm not gonna lie. It turned me on immensely that my dick was about the same size as her foot in this state, if not bigger.

I open up the panties, and the crotch seems relatively clean. Then I notice. A huge brown crater stain on the backside. It's Issy's shit smell. The first time I've ever smelt it. I sniff, and my vision goes blurry. Except it doesn't return like last time. I sniff, and start to feel really light headed. My vision tunnels, and I fall to sleep.

. . .

SLAM! – the sound of the door.

Next thing I know, I awake to Lucifer herself.

“Bran Honey. Are you here? I want to apologize.” She says with a notably fake overly nice tone, with very subtly crazy and angry undertones she almost hid.

This is the end. God, please save me.

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