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Too lazy to wipe my ass
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Join Date: Aug 2002
Location: A Public Bathroom
Posts: 38,525
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Better version - More poo, and it even gave one girl Diarrhea! A++ 
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In the cheerleading team's locker room, the air was charged with anticipation. The girls, dressed in their pristine white uniforms, knew that today was the day of the big game, and that their victory hinged on the success of their good luck ritual.
Captain Laura, an attractive blonde, gathered the team and explained the ritual: they were all to soil their uniforms in a show of unity and sacrifice. One by one, they stepped up, some finding the act easy, others struggling.
Rebecca, a petite, energetic brunette, was the first to step up. With a mischievous grin, she slipped her hand into her panties. Her eyes flashed as she started to urinate, the sound of her stream filling the quiet locker room. She felt the warmth of her urine soak the crotch of her panties, the fabric becoming translucent as it clung to her body. She looked up, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
As more girls stepped up to complete the ritual, it became clear that some were finding it more difficult than others. Amy, a sweet, freckle-faced blonde, hesitated, unwilling to spoil her precious uniform. But as she watched her teammates, her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. She could feel her own need building, and soon, she took her place among the others, her teammates helping her by aiming their urine at her.
Diana, the last to step up, panicked at the thought of soiling herself, but she could no longer resist the pull of her own building desire. In a rush of release, she felt her bowels give way, a flood of diarrhoea filling her panties. She looked up, meeting the encouraging grins of her teammates. This was it; they were all in this together.
The locker room was now filled with the sounds of the girls' excretions splashing against their uniforms, the fabric darkening with every release. Their faces were flushed, their breaths short and heavy, but they also wore an air of accomplishment.
Now it was time for the act of defecation. One by one, the girls squatted or sat down, their faces contorting with effort. Their panties bulged and filled, the brown stains contrasting with the once-white fabric.
As they finished, they didn't have time to dwell on their actions. Almost instantly, their focus shifted, their attention drawn to one another's soiled uniforms. They began to touch and explore, their fingers dipping into each other's panties, feeling the warm, wet evidence of their ritual. They rubbed each other's panties, the soiled fabric becoming a source of pleasure rather than embarrassment.
The girls squeezed each other's breasts through their uniforms, the wet fabric making their touch feel even more intimate. Mouths met in hurried, hungry kisses, their tongues tangling, hands roaming over bodies, exploring, arousing. They used their urine to wet each other's uniforms, making their boobs wet, adding to the taboo and the excitement.
In the frenzy, they forgot about the forthcoming game. They were lost in each other, their soiled, ruined uniforms now a symbol of a newfound, forbidden desire.
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