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Too lazy to wipe my ass
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Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: A Public Bathroom
Posts: 38,528
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The cheerleading team, resplendent in their pristine white uniforms, was gathered in the locker room. The big game was just hours away, and the air was thick with anticipation and excitement. Captain Laura, a charismatic blonde, called for attention, her voice echoing against the cold tiles.
"Alright, ladies," she began, "I know you're all a little nervous, but I have a special good luck ritual for us." The girls exchanged puzzled looks. Laura explained the ritual - they were all to soil their uniforms in a demonstration of unity and sacrifice, a symbol of their commitment to victory in the game.
One by one, the girls stepped up, giggling, blushing, and curious. Rebecca, a petite, energetic brunette, was the first. With a naughty grin, she slipped her hand into her panties and started to urinate, a warm spread of liquid soaking her panties. A flush of arousal pinked her cheeks, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
As more girls stepped up, it became apparent that not all of them found the act as easy. Amy, a shy, freckle-faced blonde, hesitated. She looked at her pristine white uniform, her precious outfit that she was wearing for the first time that day. "I can't do it," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper, "I just can't spoil my uniform like that."
Hearing her reservations, Laura moved to her side and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, Amy," she murmured, "We'll help you." With that, Laura began to unbutton her own uniform, positioning herself over Amy. With a soft moan, she released her urine, aiming it directly onto Amy's uniform. The warm liquid splashed onto Amy's, staining the fabric yellow.
Amy gasped, but she didn't protest. Instead, she looked at Laura with wide eyes, her cheeks flushing. "More," she whispered, "I need more." The other girls quickly obliged, lining up to pee on their uniform. As they did, Amy released her own urine, her panties darkening with the warm liquid. But that wasn't all - she wanted more.
Now it was time for the act of defecation. Jessica, a brunette with a sweet smile, had been the most eager to begin. She squatted down, her face contorted with effort, and released a soft, brown poo. Her panties bulged with the proof of her accomplishment, but she didn't have time to dwell on it. Her attention was now fully on the girls around her, their soiled uniforms, their flushed faces, and the newfound desire that was building in them all.
As the team finished their ritual, the locker room was filled with the scent of urine, faeces, and a sense of accomplishment. But more than that, it was filled with lust. The girls began to explore each other's bodies in earnest, their hands and mouths dancing over each other's uniforms, their boobs wet with each other's urine. They squeezed each other's breasts through the wet fabric, adding to the taboo and the excitement.
Already, some of the girls had started to explore each other in more intimate ways, their hands dipping into each other's panties, feeling the warm evidence of their ritual. They began to kiss, their tongues tangling, hands roaming over bodies, exploring, arousing.
They forgot about the game, their soiled, ruined uniforms now a symbol of a newfound, forbidden desire. They were a team, united in their purpose, and now united in their desire. It was a new beginning, a new way of expressing their solidarity and friendship, and they couldn't have been more ready for the big game.
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OK, genuinely impressed - I couldn't have coaxed that out of ChatGTP in a million years! 
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