The Turbo Testicle Swirly: Julie's Shitty Epilogue

Julie panted, gasping. The restroom was emptying, the crowd dispersing now that Ethan was unconscious. She still stood bottomless on the toilet seat with her shorts and panties around her ankles, binding them together. Her body glowed. Pussy juice ran down her inner thighs. She teetered on the toilet bowl edge for a second, lost in swirling emotions, barely-thoughts drifting through her brain.

The bowl was filled with her forgotten shit. Gooey yellow-brown turds floated in a miasma of swampy, watery, cloudy butt-goo. Julie’s nose wrinkled. She noticed, for the first time, the cloud of stink rising from the toilet bowl under her. She covered her nose with still damp fingers and inched her flip-flops across the seat, trying to ease her right foot down to the floor.

But her foot slipped.

Julie’s right sandaled foot as well as the bottoms bundled around her ankles were dunked with a muddy sploosh into the toilet bowl filled with her diarrhea shit. Her foot squashed turds beneath her weight, slimy filth mashing up to her ankle, enveloping every inch of her toes, soaking her pants and panties immediately with the sewage from her own ass.

“Shit...” Julie hissed through clenched teeth. She steadied herself by reaching out and grabbing the sides of the stall with her palms. She teetered with her right foot in the bowl, trying to find solid footing on the curved, wet, muddy surface of the full metal bowl, fighting the curling, creeping disgust of the semisolid, gooey shit swirling around her foot, indeterminate food particles floating through the water and clinging to her skin.

Julie tried to lift her foot out of the shit, but lifting her right leg tugged on the clothes connecting her ankles. She struggled, nervous heat and sweat forming across her face. She tried again to lift her right foot out of the bowl, and in the process tugged her left foot off the seat edge and into the shit with a second squishy Sploosh.

“FuckFuckFuckFuck…” Julie grimaced. Her feet were squashed in the bowl, her legs and knees forced together. The horrible muddy sensations engulfed both her feet to her ankles. Sticky beads of shit, splashed up by her feet when they landed in the bowl, crawled down her thighs and calves.

Julie doubled over, reaching toward the bowl with trembling fingers. There was only one way to escape this. Steading herself against the stall wall with her free hand, she reached down with disgusted, curled, and twisted features. Her hand descended into the shit water, brushing past clinging turds. She reached for her ankles, probing through the shit with her fingers, finding the bundled, soaked remains of her shorts and panties.

She picked at the clothes, prying the sticky material, which was heavy with toilet water, away from her left leg as she slowly lifted her foot. She yanked her foot out with a splash, raising it as high as she could out of the water while still doubled over. Swaying, losing her balance, she let her foot down with a wet smack against the linoleum. Her thighs and ass shuddered and shook from the impact, and shit splattered across the floor. Her bare foot, flip-flop discarded with her clothes in the depths of the toilet bowl, was completely covered in rancid, dribbling feces.

She fought the urge to gag. She wiggled her toes, trying to loosen the globs of shit out from between her toes.

One foot firmly planted on the ground, Julie’s hands reached back into the vile toilet bowl to free her other leg.

***

Julie, freed, looked down into the bowl. Her shorts and panties were half-submerged in the filth, drifting like seaweed in a poopy sea. Her flip-flops bobbed on the surface. She reached out and quickly pulled the lever. The water descended with the hydraulic whoosh that scrambled Ethan’s eggs earlier and then it gurgled. The water began to rise, the toilet horrifically clogged. Her shit-water rose over the lip of the bowl, spilling her mess onto the floor with loud, accusatory splatters. Julie lowered the lid with embarrassment, covering the gurgling, growling toilet and quickly opened the stall door.

Julie peeked out through the doorway. Her trembling feet padded across the floor, leaving shitty footprints. She felt so incredibly exposed. Her ass felt enormous, naked, and bare outside of the sanctuary of her stall. She clenched her cheeks together with terror. Her still-slick pussy lips shone between rippling thighs, under her hairless bare crotch. She wanted to cup herself, plant her fingers over her exposed, dripping bits, but she didn’t dare touch herself with her feces-covered hands. She had to leave herself completely exposed. She could only press her knees and thighs together in embarrassment, even though there was no audience to watch her absurd, poopy humiliation.

She stopped in front of the first stall and froze. Unable to touch herself, her hands waved helplessly a safe distance in front of her crotch and ass. She bit her bottom lip and her heart raced.

Ethan was still sitting in the toilet bowl. She had completely forgot about him. His ass was submerged in the bowl, but his naked legs still stuck out in the same wide stance he was forced into for his ballbusting swirly session. His cargo shorts were still hooked around one ankle on the floor along with the half-shredded mess of his underwear. His back was to her. He leaned against the cum splattered toilet seat, his arms resting on the commode.

Julie held her breath. She focused all of her hearing on Ethan until she could hear soft snoring. She sighed, letting her body relax. Her asscheeks loosened and her stomach gurgled. Before she realize it, a belching, humid fart burst from her naked asshole, blowing warm gas across her thighs, making her bubble buttcheeks ripple like Jell-O.

PPHHRRBBBbbBBrrbBBBbbpprrpp

Julie bit her lip and clenched her cheeks together, smothering the wet fart within her asscrack.

Ethan, thankfully, kept snoring.

She snuck on muddy toes over to the sink. Her heart spasmed in growing horror. The bathroom door was right behind her, and it could open at any time. She turned on the hot water at one of the sinks and dunked her shit-covered hands into the stream, looking over her shoulder every half second with twitching movements. The students should all be in classes right now, she thought, trying to give herself hope, but she could still feel cold sweat forming across her body: her armpits, her back, her asscrack were drenched almost immediately.

Her hands rinsed, Julie lifted a leg up and dunked her foot in the steaming sink water. She mashed on the soap dispenser, filling her palm with a little pile of the pink goo before running it up and down her leg, scrubbing the shit from her skin, out of her toes. Fluffy soap bubbles grew out of the sink, rising to her calves.

Julie looked in the mirror as she scrubbed. Her raised, chubby thigh, her leg dunked in soap. She could see every detail of herself in the mirror thanks to her hunched over, leg raised stance. She saw her presented pussy with its wavy, slick, orchid-like lips, so utterly vulnerable and exposed.

She turned away from her reflection, embarrassed at herself.

***

Her legs and hands clean, Julie padded them dry with bunched up paper towels. Her hands moved ridiculously fast. Classes were going to end soon. The halls would be filled with students, all of the students, crowds and crowds of students, and she was still barefoot and half-naked. Her buzzing brain started planning out her best path to streak down the halls to the girl’s lockers where she would be able to change into some gym shorts.

Unless?... She bent over and peeked under the stall. Ethan was still sleeping. Poor, nut-crushed Ethan with his torn wedgied underwear and his cargo shorts and his sneakers…

***

Julie grinned to herself, her new cargo shorts firmly around her waist. They felt a bit tight, constricting, clearly not built for her hips.

She slipped her bare feet into her new sneakers and doubled over to tighten the laces, sticking her ass in the air.

As she bent over, the bell rung, the loud shrill sound masking the most unfortunate noise coming from the seat of her new pants.

Smug and bright, Julie walked out of the restroom and into the crowds and crowds of students leaving their classes. Her horny mind was swimming with fantasies about what would happen to Ethan when he woke up. He’d have to streak through the halls, his deflated balls bobbing around in his shrunken sack. His ass and legs flashing as he ran for dear life, past every single student in the school. Toilet water dripping off his body and cum dripping from his dick. She licked her lips, thinking about his dick growing erect as he was humiliated under the pointing, laughing eyes of the other students.

She was so enraptured by her fantasies that she didn’t notice that the eyes of every student she passed were drawn down to her ass. Every student’s either curled in disgust or curved upward with impish glee.

The seat of her cargo shorts had exploded the instant she bent over to tie her shoes. The ringing bell had hid the loud SHRRIPPING of tearing fabric. The entire length of the seam running down the seat of the shorts had split apart. The full, impressive width of her ass was on display, completely mooning everyone - shaking and rippling and jiggling bubble butt cheeks bouncing in their roundness with each step, drawing in eyes, only for most to turn away in disgust.

In the bathroom, Julie was so panicked by her half-nakedness, so desperate to clean off her feet and hands that she didn’t notice that her wet, belching fart had in fact been a shart.

The soft canyon between her globes was filled with mud. Her buttcrack was painted with slimy, diarrhea, the toxic stink following behind her like a cartoon cloud.

Julie’s face slowly fell as she walked. She gradually became very aware of the laughter and disgust around her growing louder, more focused. Of phones coming out of pockets and pointing toward her, angling cameras down below her waist. And, more importantly, she gained sudden awareness of the wet sliminess between her cheeks, tickling her asshole, and the cool airconditioned air blowing down on sweaty, exposed ass flesh…