[Comm] Ruby's Pancakes: A RWBY Toilet Story, Part 3 - Episode of JNPR

            Pyrrha sneaked out of bed before the rest of her teammates. She scuttled down the hall all the way to the dorm’s bathroom with the urge trembling and squirming in her rectum. Pyrrha had gotten an unfortunate reputation as a professional toilet-clogger with her team. Her rigorous training sessions and her heavy diet of protein and fiber resulted in monstrous, long, and girthy turds that left the dorm toilet full and broken and useless every time she used it. As a result, Pyrrha tried to take care of her morning dumps as early as possible, so she didn’t disturb anyone with her grunting, rectum ruining shits and the awkward battles with the toilet plunger against her horrific waste that always followed.

            Pyrrha closed the door to the restroom as quietly as she could. She lowered her tan pajama pants and comfy cotton panties down to her ankles and placed her soft pale bottom on the cool porcelain. Her panties had ridden up in her sleep and left pinkish red indentations around her cheeks, which now squished comfortably against the shape of the toilet seat.

            Normally, this is where the bowl would be filled, violated by the thrusting spear of shit from the widening maw of her asshole, but the urge was gone.

            Pyrrha frowned. She knew she had a full tank, but it felt content to sit in her ass. She pushed and strained, flexing her rectal muscles, negotiating with the hard mass of shit resting inside her.

            It moved, ever so slightly, tickling her insides on its way down. But, only the smallest, dryest nugget was pushed out of her, falling into the toilet water with the softest plop. The rest of it was undisturbed.

            A bashful rap on the door broke Pyrrha out of her eyes-closed rectal straining.

            “Uh, I’ll be right out,” Pyrrha said, embarrassed that her normally solitary toilet time was interrupted. Deciding to not keep her teammates waiting while she tried to force an urge that wasn’t there, she pulled her panties and pajama pants back around her waist, deciding that the tiny dry turd wasn’t worth wiping.

***

            Hours later, Nora poked her head into the RWBY dorm, a big cheerful grin on her face.

            “Good morning!” she said.

            “Morning, Nora!” Ruby said. She stood at the stove wearing an apron over her clothes. She poured pancake batter onto a sizzling skillet. The pancake batter seemed a strange, ominous, orange color, and it would occasionally pop and fizzle on its own.

            “Ohhh pancakes!” Nora said. She took a deep sniff at the cooked pancakes on the island behind Ruby. “I love pancakes so much!”

            “Do you want some?” Ruby said. “I can make you a few batches?”

            “Could you? That would be awesome!” Nora said, clapping her hands together.

            Ruby stirred absently at the big bowl of pancake batter under her arm. The swirling orange and brown textures of the batter briefly formed the shape of a howling, screaming phantasmal face, but neither Ruby or Nora noticed.

            “I do have to warn you, though,” Ruby said, pouring more batter onto the skillet. “For whatever reason, my recipe can cause things to… really move… if you know what I mean.”

            She rubbed at her belly with one hand.

            Nora laughed. “Well that just makes me want them even more!”

***

            In the gym, Pyrrha squatted down and gripped the loaded barbell. Sweat dripped down her face.

            “Four hundred and forty-three…” she deadlifted the barbell, rising to her full height.

            Then, she lowered the barbell. Shaking stray droplets of sweat from her hands, she squatted down again, gripping the bar with both hands.

            “Four hundred and forty-“

            PPHHRPPLRTT

            A room-shattering fart escaped from between Pyrrha’s flexing cheeks. She felt warm moisture from the fart against her cheeks and underwear. The earthy stench of her bowels drifted up around her. Pyrrha’s mouth became dry. Her eyes stared into space, daring not to look into the eyes of the other students training. Their faces looked around the gym, trying to find the source of the new, rotten, poisonous stench. Their noses curled with disgust.

            She rose from her squat, every movement, accompanied by a growing, shifting weight, digested food practically punching at her guts, finally awakened by her work out. Her feet, which had been firmly, confidently, planted on the ground began to tremble.

            She needed to go. Now.

            The pent up, procrastinating shit from earlier this morning had come back with revenge. Pyrrha slowly lowered the barbell back down, clenching her cheeks so hard that her face and mouth squinched up with discomfort.

            PPHHRRbbLLTTSSh

            The air quaked around rippling, farting asscheeks, a wet, threatening fart punched its way out of her full, desperate bowels. She nearly buckled against the weight of her ass. Her squatting position told some primal part of her brain to SHIT. RELEASE. IMMEDIATELY. It was only through clenching, painful muscle control that she didn’t explode across the floor of the gym.

            Everyone in the gym, through echolocation and just the overwhelming stench, knew now that Pyrrha was farting and trying not to shit her panties.

            Pyrrha tried to casually walk out of the gym, her eyes tilted toward the ground. She fought the squirming need in her gut calling out for her to run to the nearest restrooms. The gym restrooms were usually occupied by women taking post workout shits, their bowels loosened like Pyrrha’s were. She would have to find another option.

***

            PPhhRRttTT

            PPHHrrrrTTT

            Another puff of gas escaped from Nora’s round cheeks. She sat in the JNPR dorm, pleased with the earthy stink and the warmth of her puffing ffarts.

            “Nora, please, can you do that in the bathroom,” Lie complained from his bed across the room.

            Nora ignored him. She moved across the dorm room to the front door, a miasma of stink following her. Lie gagged on his bed, suffocating under her fumes.

            Through the doorway, Blake power walked down the halls, growing more and more desperate, trying her hardest not to squirm with every step. She turned the corner and in that moment felt a hard prodding at her asshole. Her butt, stuffed to the brim, was beginning to overflow, and the nugget of the long log filling her rectum was poking out like a turtle’s head. Blake clenched up, leaning her hips forward. Her asshole, her cheeks, trembled, determined to stop the tiny tail between her cheeks from widening even further.

                “Oh my God, you look like a penguin!”

                Blake, red-faced, froze in her awkward, clenched waddling, and her lips twisted together.

                Nora was leaning in the doorway to her dorm with a big grin on her face. Blake shot her a look filled with daggers and she covered her mouth.

                “Sh-shut up!” Blake stammered. Her guts gurgled threateningly.

                Nora giggled. “It’s not your fault! Ruby’s pancakes always go right through!”

                With a groan she rubbed her own stomach.

                PPHhrrRBBbt

                She farted, a belching fart of wet air that made her skirt flip up. The wetness spread across the seat of her panties, staining them.

                “Oh, I’m going to be on the pot for a while!” Nora laughed.

                Blake’s guts twisted with the sudden smell of fart filling the hallway. She took off at a much faster waddle, sweat starting to form across her forehead. The echoing laughter of Nora from the JNPR dorm followed her down the hall. Blake tried to ignore her, instead focusing on clenching up her butt and not letting the pointed tail of the turd poking through her asshole escape.

            Nora, meanwhile, casually walked over to the JNPR bathroom. Throwing the door open and leaving it that way, she stripped off her skirt and panties and threw them to the ground. Her bottomless body flopped onto the toilet seat, hell unleashing from her asshole, wet bursting shotgun farts announcing each fibrous, wet, splashing slimy turd.

            She sighed and giggled, relaxing all of her muscles in her half-naked onslaught.

            The putrid stink flowed freely from the open restroom. Covering his mouth and nose, Lie had no choice but to flee the dorm until Nora’s stomach settled. He tried to avoid staring at Nora’s shitting half-naked body through the open doorway on his way out.

***

            Pyrrha shuffled through the main ground of Beacon on her quest for any place to relieve herself.

            Across the grounds, she saw her teammate and crush Jaune. She waved to him and smiled, but a sudden gurgling forced her to seize up, her hand freezing mid-wave.

            BBLLRrgggBBBbb

            Her guts popped and gurgled and churned, reaching all the way from her asshole to her stomach and across all the twisting paths of her intestines in-between. She clenched her ass, feeling her buttcheeks swallow her panties in a wedgie, and clenched her abs all while her body broke out into a cold sweat.

            Juane turned away, apparently oblivious. The rumbling passed to a distant but still anxious roar, and Pyrrha had succeeded in not shitting her pants in front of her crush.

            “Are you all right, Pyrrha?” Ruby said, walking up behind her. Her eyes darted down to Pyrrha’s wobbly knees and the taut shape of her clenching cheeks inside her tight skirt.

            “I’m guessing Nora gave you some of the pancakes I made, huh?”

            “What?” Pyrrha asked. “No, I just need to find a restroom.”

            “Well the closest one has a line trailing out into the hallway,” Ruby said.

            Pyrrha grimaced. She couldn’t afford to wait. She waddled away, deciding to try her dorm bathroom once more, praying she could make the agonizing walk back to its cool porcelain seat.

***

            BBLLRRTTCCCCHHH

            Unholy gooey masses sprayed out of Nora’s ass and into the filling cauldron of the JNPR toilet. Nora sighed, lost in the euphoric sensation of her emptying ass, each sliding, slorping, turd escaping her guts caused an almost orgasmic quiver of relief, a weight lifted from her soul but also her swollen, jam-packed insides.

            Her bliss was interrupted by the JNPR dorm room opening and Weiss barreling through.

            “Hiya, Weiss! How’s it going?” Nora said, looking up at Weiss. She gave Weiss a little wave.

            Weiss turned her head to the ceiling with disgust, avoiding the sight of Nora’s bottomless body.

            SSPPLLLAPPPSSHHHH

            Slorping, slopping turds slid out of her and joined the cesspool of shit forming under Nora’s butt.

             “OH GEEZ!” Nora sighed. She leaned back on the toilet seat and spread her legs open. “Ruby’s pancakes really get their revenge, huh?” she laughed.

            Weiss pinched her nose. Her face was curled in disgust, but the smell was making her guts ache with need. She was dancing, uncontrollably, from foot to foot with her butt stuck out, a very desperate and undignified poo poo dance. Her guts gurgled and shuddered. She grabbed at her stomach and fidgeted on her toes like a wiggling worm.

             “get off the toilet!” she gasped.

            Nora giggled at Weiss’s desperate request.

             “I’m kind of in the middle of something,” she said.

            PhhBRRTT

            A slimy nugget fell out of her butt with a rippling fart, and it splashed against the filthy, almost full toilet bowl. Weiss’s hands grabbed at her butt, clenching them tight. She squeezed her eyes shut. The pain in her gut seemed to radiate down to her now weak and wobbling knees.

             “ohhh…” Weiss moaned.

            “But you could always share my throne with me!” Nora laughed, tapping on the side of the commode.

            Weiss opened her eyes and looked down at Nora. Horrified, she immediately looked away again. Nora was flashing Weiss her pussy between her spread open legs. The slick and hairless pussy was dribbling white globs of post-shit discharge into the swirling mess of turds underneath.

             “You’re disgusting!” Weiss said, pointing her nose to the sky. She rushed out of the door to find a new toilet.

             “Suit yourself!” Nora called after her. She grabbed her knees and leaned forward again, squeezing curving, wide turds out of her opening ass with grunting gasping moans. The wide turd cabled down and fell into the sewer below, the great weight of it sending shockwaves of splattering shit across the inside of the toilet bowl. The still-warm poo shrapnel stained the entirety of the bowl and the bottom of Nora’s asscheeks.

            Not bothered at all by the sticky shit dripping from her round moons, Nora reached back and flushed the toilet for the first time.

            “Better be careful not to clog up the pipes,” Nora said to herself

            She bent down and began to take off her shoes and socks, maximizing her comfort. She wiggled her toes against the tiled floor.

***

            “Ahh…Ghhahh…” Pyrrha gasped, panting, dripping with sweat through the JNPR dorm’s front room. It had felt like a century of waddling, clenching, and mentally commanding her straining body to not shit itself on the way back to the dorm.

            But her nose was immediately met with a noxious cloud of horrible gas that made the air humid and tacky. Nora’s absent, poo-crazed giggles drifted out from the bathroom with the bassoon sound of another rippling fart.

            BBRRPPAAPPPP

            She saw Nora through the haze, her legs spread on the commode, wet pussy presented forward, flexing her legs on her tippy toes. Her face was contorted to a blissful smile of relief.

            “Oh, I’m sorry!” Pyrrha apologized in sudden shock, her hands moving to cover her eyes. But her hands were called away to her guts, a sudden gurgling rumble crashing through her walls.

            GgLLRrPPBBggg

            Her eyes burned, fighting back tears of soul wrenching concentration and also struggling in the bitter cloud of Nora’s farts. Her body felt so weak, so haggard, as if she had the flu.

            “Are you going to be done any time soon?” Pyrrha asked, begged with her voice.

            “Probably not,” Nora said. “But you’re welcome to join me on the seat?”

            She leaned back on the toilet and spread her legs even farther, patting the small unoccupied portion of the toilet seat in front of her dripping pussy, above her sea of shit.

            “I don’t… I don’t think the toilet will survive,” Pyrrha said.

            BBbbbRRRGGLLLRRR

            “Shit! SHITTT!” Pyrrha wailed. Rushing into the bathroom, she quickly yanked down her skirt and panties and shoved her ass into the empty trashcan next to the toilet.

            “AAAUHHGGHHH!!!” she moaned.

            Spicy volcanic explosions of painful burning shits SPLLRTTCCHHED and SQUELCHED and BELCHED out of her poor tortured asshole.

            “UlllGGhhhh….” she whimpered, gasping, but the shit wouldn’t stop. Her warm, blistering, fat turds filled the trash can, their heat radiating up the plastic and to Pyrrha’s fingers grasping at the sides of the can.

            FFRRRRtt-BPPLLRRTTCCHHH

            A waterfall of never ending shit streamed out of her, her turds coiling in the can, rising and spooling until their stickiness made contact with Pyrrha’s rippling, still shitting cheeks.

            “OhnoOhnoOhno!” Pyrrha gasped. She hobbled off the suddenly overflowing toilet and scrambled spread-legged to the shower at the other end of the restroom. Liquid shit fell down from her farting ass and onto her legs and the floor.

            She squatted down like a dog in the shower above the drain, rancid radioactive filth piling up under her cheeks, log after log rushing out of her and joining the monstrous pile.

            With a plop, Nora released another, more solid turd into her bowl.

            “Wow, where did you store all that?” she joked.

            “nnnnmmnngg…” Pyrrha mumbled. Relief spread up from her shitting ass in waves, but the euphoric emotions flooding her brain fought the painful sensations of her burning asshole wrenched open and emptied.

            “I guess we’re poop buddies now!” Nora said.

            She reached behind herself to flush the toilet again, but it only made a clinking sound.

            Clogged.

***

            A stunned Jaune made his way back to the dorms after his unfortunate encounter with Weiss in the men’s restrooms. The image of a flustered Weiss hopelessly shitting with her panties around her ankles was burned into his brain. Hopefully, he could get some normalcy with his JNPR teammates.

            “OUHGGHHHH!!” Pyhrra’s moans echoed into the halls from their dorm room.    

            “Pyrrha?” he asked. Drawing his sword and shield, he charged into the dorm room and toward the source of the noise, the bathroom. He screeched to a halt in the doorway, his eyes meeting Nora’s naked pussy, legs, a round rocky turd half suspended in her distending shitting asshole; the overflowing trashcan filled with steaming shit; and Pyrrha moaning and grunting and depositing log after log from her curled shitting, shaking body onto their shower floor.

            “EEeAAkk!” Pyrrha squealed. She covered herself with her hands in shame and a trio of farts burst out of her sore hole in rapid succession.       

            “I’m sorry!” Jaune shouted. He turned away from Pyrrha, blushing as a deeper red than she was, and his eyes fell on Nora’s crotch were her playful fingers had spread her pussy open, giving Jaune a glimpse up her glistening vagina.

            “I’ll- I’ll leave you to your business.” he said, closing his eyes and starting to close the door.

            “Wait, bring a plunger and some extra toilet paper!” Nora called after him.

            “And lots of it!” Pyrrha sheepishly added.

            On his way to the storeroom to get the items, Jaune wondered how he was going to explain to the headmaster that his dorm room needed about a barrel full of toilet paper.