[Request] A Poopy Prison Escape

            In the prison kitchen, ex-burglar and tax fraud enthusiast Marissa Romero looked over her shoulder as she reached for the top cabinet over the stove. The sloppy, gurgling gray gruel – the main course for the prisoners’ and guards’ supper today – gurgled on the stove under her arm. She was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit 1232 on the back.

            She stood on her tip toes, her fingertips strained for a large plastic container labeled "Ultra-lax." Gripping the container, she unscrewed the cap. Then, she reached down into her cleavage and pulled out a water bottle from inside her jumpsuit. She emptied a large dose of Ultra-lax into the bottle.

            She snickered to herself.

            She put the Ultra-lax back up on the top shelf and darted away. As she raced out of the kitchen, the Ultra-lax teetered on the shelf, back and forth, before falling over. The hastily screwed-on cap rolled off and bounced to the floor, and the entire contents of the powerful, dangerous laxative, rained down into the boiling pot of gruel.

***

            “HEY, YOU! WHAT DO YOU HAVE THERE?!” the guard of cell block E shouted at Marissa. She towered over Marissa, a giant wall of fat and muscle. The guard bounded down the hall toward her, past racing past the prison cells lining the walls. Each of her tits were the size of Marissa’s head, and they swung wildly in her shirt as she rushed down the hall.

            Marissa held up the water bottle. She unscrewed the cap innocently.

            “Just some water.”

            “Gimme that!” the guard said, snatching the bottle out of Marissa’s hand. “You know you can’t bring anything from the cafeteria into your cells!”

            Making direct eye contact with Marissa, she downed the water in front of her, chugging it in a cruel show of force.

            The warden wiped her mouth with her sleeve. “Now, get back to your cell!”

            Marissa pretended to sulk away.

            The guard continued her patrol, walking casually down the hall. Until her knees felt wobbly. Her strength was suddenly gone, replaced by a strange hollow numbness. She froze and was suddenly hit by a crushing pain, her guts twisting and convulsing. Powerful wet farts burst their way out of her ass, staining her underwear immediately

            PPHHRRBbb-BBrrBBBrrRR

            “SHIT!” she screamed. Her face contorted with rage and pain. She leaned against the wall, clawed hand grabbing at the brick. Piss flooded into her pants, running down her leg and quickly forming a puddle on the floor, the pain in her guts so intense she immediately lost control of her bladder.

            The water bottle and Marissa immediately filled her mind. Baring her teeth in rage, the guard shoved curved fingers up her rumbling, trembling ass crack and hobbled back down the hall to prisoner 1232’s cell. The other prisoners watched from their own cells with sadistic glee from a safe distance.

            “WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU BITCH!?!” she screamed.

            But the cell was empty. There was nothing inside except for the two bunk beds, the silver, metal toilet, the sink, and a poster of Phyliss Diller on the wall.

            Suddenly, the poster of Phyllis Diller poster drifted off the wall, revealing a Marissa-sized hole chiseled into the concrete.

            “ESCAPE! – ESCA! -AAIIEEEE!!” the guard’s stammering alarm was interrupted by a girly shriek. Her asshole was forced open, her shit turtling out of her, prying her sphincter wide with its burning length.

            “OHGOD OHGOD!” she panted. Struggling to unbutton her pants, she started sweating, immediately staining her button-down top. She could see the prisoners watching her out of the corner of her eyes, watching her about to expose and debase herself in front of them.

            Dimple-covered asscheeks bared, she slammed her butt on the toilet. The release was immediate, burning logs racing out of her and filling the toilet bowl like coiling mud snakes.

            PPHHSSSPPRRTTTCCCCHHHBBLBLBLB

            “WHYYYY!??!!” the guard screamed. “OHGOD WHYYYY!!??”

            "HeeHeeHee" Marissa laughed to herself like a little gremlin. She crawled through the sewage tunnels under the prison, a clothes pin on her nose and her curly hair pulled back into a practical bun. The echoing wails of the guard rang through the pipes, making them rattle. Marissa moved along through the pipes on her hands and knees. The pipes were empty with the exception of slimy puddles of sewage along the bottom, but that was a small price to pay for freedom Marissa thought.

            What she didn’t know was that throughout the entire complex hundreds of prisoners and guards were all eating the gray laxative-filled gruel. The prison cafeteria and the officer’s dining hall were both filled with the sounds of clinking utensils, slurping, and chewing.

            Until, one after another, they stopped eating. They all stared forward with the same horrified, wide eyed expression, The contents of their guts were fighting back, starting a mutiny inside them. Spoons clattered to the floor from trembling hands. The sounds of dinner time were replaced with the sounds of silence and then… the grumbling, bubbling, gurgling farting of hundreds of spasming intestines.

            PPHHHRRTTBBB

            Tables were tossed aside. Prisoners and guards leapt from their seats. Eruptions were happening in all of their horrible asses. It was a stampede, everyone shoving and elbowing and body slamming each other on their mindless rush to the precious toilets.

            “GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

            “I NEEEED TO GO!”

            “OH IT’S COMING OUT! IT’S COMING OUT!”

            Hands grabbed at burning buttcheeks, squeezing them together, trying to seal belching assholes shut. One prisoner doubled over, her rear exit cut off by grasping hands, but her stomach twisted, the volcano erupting inside, but in the other direction.

            “HHURGHKK!!” she gagged. A stream of yellow acidic vomit sprayed out of her mouth like a firehose, splashing against the other swarming bodies of the stampede.

            “EEWWW!!!”

            “AAAIEIEEEEE!!!”

            “STOP!! STOP IT!!”

            Fueled by the stink, other prisoners’ stomachs wrenched and exploded. HOARKING coughing blasts of vomit sprayed out of watery-eyed, horrified faces. The rotten bitter stink made the grip on their bowels loosen. Shit filled the the seats of prisoner jumpsuits, making them sag and with diarrhea bleeding through the fabric like overflowing diapers.

            Some of the prisoners made it out of the cafeteria and into the hall, racing toward either the public toilets or the toilets of their cells.

            “IT BURNS!”

            “PLEASE GOD MAKE IT STOP!”

            The women wailed. Some of them were already stripping off their jumpsuits to their prison issue white bras and panties, streaking through the halls half-naked.

            The guards had already made it to the officer’s restrooms from the officer’s dining hall. Pants and panties were pulled down sweating, trembling legs, and asses were planted onto toilet seats, diarrhea spraying out of aching holes with farting rippling airy bursts. But there weren’t enough toilets. Most of the guards danced in front of the stalls. They dripped with sweat and and hopped on their feet like they were on pogo sticks.

            “HURRY UP!”   

            “PLEASE! PLEASE HURRY UP!”

            Piss ran down their legs, making dark streaks in their prison guard slacks. Their bowels swelled and screamed, ready to burst.

            “I’M GOING TO BE HERE A WHILE!”

            “FUCK OFF!”

            “GO SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE!”

            The guards on the toilets screamed. Some of them doubled over, painting the floor with orange, yellow, and green vomit.

            Openly crying, some of the guards couldn’t hold it anymore and pulled down their pants, dropping globby shit from between their cheeks and onto the floor like whimpering dogs. Others hopped onto the sinks, kicking their feet with pain at the lava-like sensations scorching their assholes, diarrhea splattering against the porcelain walls of the sinks. The sounds of running sink water and flushing toilets soon joined the sounds of farting, belching, vomiting, sobbing, and pissing.

            Other guards ran out of the restroom, sealing up their mouths and asses with their hands, taking their chances with the prisoners outside.

            Marissa paused inside the pipes. The entire prison felt like it was rumbling above her. The pipes were creaking and shuddering in the foundation.

            “Is it an earthquake?” she asked herself.

            A particular pipe hanging down into her tunnel violently rattled and squeaked. Marissa stupidly sat up in her tunnel and leaned her face in, confused by the spasming pipe.

            SSPPLUTTCHH

            An entire intact turd was carried by foul toilet water and flew out of the pipe. Nearly two feet long, it whipped out of the rusty metal opening and smacked Marissa across the face like a wet, slimy, and still-warm haymaker punch.

            SHPLAP

            Her clothespin was knocked off her face and vanished into the slime at the bottom of her pipe.

            Marissa touched her face. A long streak of shit decorated it from her chin to her hairline. Her lip curled in disgust. She looked down at the matted shit stuck to her fingers. The rancid, rich, overpowering scent of the turd that slapped her and the filth in the tunnel was immediately filling her nose and drilling into her brain.

            But then, all around her the pipes started creaking and shuddering.

            “WAIIIT!!” Marissa screamed, but it was too late. The pipes opened into a deluge of shit and vomit and piss, splashing down on her protesting, cowering body and filling her tunnel with filth.

            “MMnnNRRNGG!! NNRRGG!!” Marissa screamed through her clamped closed jaw. Shit splattered against her head with surprising weight, forcing her down, making her fall face first into the rising slop at the bottom of the tunnel.

            SPLATTT

            “AHHH!” Gasping for breath, a mud-covered Marissa pulled herself up out of the gunk, flailing wildly, trying to swim through the hurricane of warm, vile, rotten-smelling human waste.

            Above her in the prison restroom, the prisoners were sobbing, trembling, howling, and cursing their burning butts. There were no stalls in the restroom, just spartan toilet bowls lining the walls of the square room and a row of sinks at the front. All of the toilets and all of the sinks were occupied. Most of the prisoners had discarded their clothes. Dozens of messy jumpsuits and panties, stained by leaky bowels, littered the floors of the bathroom in clumps.

            One prisoner sat atop the sink in just her bra. She was bouncing on her skinny buttcheeks, squeezing with all her might to get the unholy shit out of her body. Her asshole exploded with an airy BBRRPPHHRRbb and a shockwave of blackish shit burst out, decorating the mirror behind her in an explosion of diarrhea.

            Another was face down in a toilet, belching out vomit into the bowl. Her jumpsuit was around her knees and muddy shit was caked between her freckled asscheeks.

            BLLEAAGGHHCKK

            “Get out of the way!” a giant-assed prison guard ran into the bathroom. She almost slipped on the combination of muddy shit, vomit, and discarded clothes on the floor. She was already unfastening her pants and was making a beeline for the vomiting woman.

            The woman raised her head up, sluggish and dazed, vomit dribbling down her lips and onto her chin.

            Then the light was eclipsed. The guard’s giant pasty moon was descending toward her vomit filled toilet seat and her head was right in the way!

            “MOVE IT!” the guard screamed.

            Weak and confused, the vomiting woman was too slow. The guard’s monstrous ass slammed her face down into bowl in a horrible vomit swirly.

            “NRRRMMNN!!!!” she screamed to the much larger woman on top of her. She was completely pinned down by the guard’s ass. Her body was between the guard’s legs. She could feel the guard’s wavy roast beef pussy against her neck, the guard’s cavernous asscrack and fat cheeks wrapped around her skull.

            The guard ignored her and pushed. Chunky diarrhea streams SLORPED out of her, hosing down the trapped woman’s head and face. The trapped woman wiggled and struggled and scrambled against the weight of the guard, and in her panic her asshole opened up and a solid arc of shit burst out of her, thudding against the floor.

            Gagging from the sudden smell of fresh shit, the guard doubled over and started HORKING up vomit onto the shitting ass of the prisoner trapped under her.

            “HHRRNNNEEEE!!” were the trapped woman’s muffled screams into the bowl. Her captive, still-shitting ass twerked futilely while being hosed down by the burning hot vomit of the guard using her head as a toilet.

            In the cells, prisoners sat ass to ass filling and clogging toilets immediately under their shared diarrhea streams.

            In solitary confinement, the prisoners screamed to be let out, struggling to hold in their shit, their farts already suffocating them in the tiny, poorly ventilated rooms. They ran in place, asses rumbling. With no other choice, they desperately bared their ass cracks and smushed their butts into the sliding food slots. Diarrhea sprayed out of them, painting the outside hallways in gushes of brown.

            Down below, a shit covered but still determined Marissa trudged on all fours through the sewers. She had reached a different section of the pipes, ones that weren’t exploding and flooding the metal tunnels with sewage.

            But up above, the prisoners were running out of places to shit. The toilets were overflowing with brown, green, black, and yellow turds, a hellish shit rainbow. There was only one place left – the showers.

            Dozens up on dozens of prisoners and guards rushed into the showers, most of them naked or bottomless, almost all of them splattered with shit or vomit.

            Groups of women squatted around the drains, asscheeks squashed together, filth blasting out of both ends, naked tits hanging down, hands gripping their knees.

            They all were pushing, desperately trying to force the curse out of their bodies so they could finally be free. Crackling turds and coughing shot gun blasts of vomit exploded in every direction, most of it hitting the other women, but they were all too busy spewing and shitting to care. Vaginal discharge was wrung out of their pissing cunts by their erupting, expanding bowels and straining muscles. Their off-white discharge splattered onto the floor like bird shit.

            One of the prisoners was unfortunate enough to slip on the wet linoleum, she was pulled to the ground and buried by farting blasts of shit, her screams muffled by gurgling guts. She grabbed another prisoner’s leg, tugging her down into the rain of shit with her. And that prisoner grabbed the bra strap of guard. The guard’s bra was ripped off, her vomit stained tits springing free, and she tumbled forward, knocking down another violently shitting prisoner. It was an avalanche of falling, shitting, vomiting women, the entire population of the prison shoved into a single room and transformed into a tangled mess of wailing, sobbing, farting, scrambling naked shit-covered bodies.

            Down below, the pipes opened onto Marissa again, drenching her in the shit from the showers. Squinting and sputtering and spitting through feces, she swam like a rat through the pipes, swept along by the tsunami of shit. Her stomach churned. She held back gagging belches in her throat. The oppressive stink, the sticky, slimy, sometimes rocky texture, it was all making her sick to her stomach. Her bowels twisted and ached with growing, desperate need.

            Up ahead the pipe narrowed, and Marissa dove through.

            ShUNCK

            She was stuck. She was halfway through the pipe. She tried to pull herself forward with her arms, arching her back, her cleavage swelling and straining against the uniform. The weight and pressure of the hundreds of pounds of shit behind her was building and building.

            SSLUURP

            Marissa was jettisoned out of her prisoner uniform like toothpaste from a tube. Completely naked, she rocketed forward, her naked body slithering through pipes, her round boobs bouncing and slapping against shit. Slime rushing across her belly, pussy, legs, and jiggling buttcheeks.

            “AAAAIEEEEE!!!!”

            She fell into a much broader pipe on her hands and knees. The pipe was rapidly filling with shit, but at the end of the pipe was a creek, a grassy field, and the night sky. Between Marissa and her escape, though, was a metal grating.

            “WHAT THE FUCK!” Marissa screamed. “This shouldn’t be here!”

            Wearing only the sewage of her prison mates, she crawled forward and gripped the bars of the grating. The grating rattled but did not budge.

            Behind her the pipes rumbled, almost roared, all of the prison’s shit was rushing through right toward her. She had one second to turn and look at the cascading waves of sewage before it washed over her, smothering her, shoving her head through one of the gaps in the grating. Waves and waves of shit splashed across her body.

            “AAAHHGGGHH!!!” she screamed in rage, in disgust. But her scream was cut off. Her eyes bugged out for a moment and then she started to throw up.

            “HHREAAGHHH!!”

            Marissa began uncontrollably retching yellow vomit into the sewage washing over and around her. And behind her, her asshole burst open. She lifted her butt up as far as she could, streams of gooey ropey shit shooting out from between her vibrating, farting cheeks, her shit splashing against the ceiling of the pipe and back down, joining the waves of inhuman waste assaulting her naked, humiliated, vomiting, shitting body.