I told Miss Parks to dig in. And dig in she did. In a few minutes every student in the class room lay in Miss Parks stomach. I then wish that Miss Parks fat would only go to her stomach, and she would get no fatter than a pregnant woman.
After I made this wish I began to think of what to do next. I looked at Miss Parks, who turned her back to me as she was casually looking around. I stared into Miss Parks beautiful butt. I realized that her behind was the perfect size, shape, and I guessed that the feel was good too. Miss Parks was young, beautiful, and now under my control. I decided what to do.
I wished that all the students Miss Parks ate were completely digested. I heard a gurgling noise that came from Miss Parks stomach. I then instructed Miss Parks to come over to me.
"What do you need?" she asked.
"I'm going to lay on the ground. Then I want you to lean your butt just a few inches over my head, and poop on me," I said.
Miss Parks stared at me for a minute then smiled and said, "If you think you can handle it".
I then laid on the ground and Miss Park began to undress. After her clothes were off, she came and squatted directly over my face. I could smell her bowels greatly from here. I then wished that she had to poop, really bad.
I heard a gurgling sound from within Miss Parks bowels. The smell, not a bad smell, but a strong, good one, grew stronger and stronger. Miss Parks put her hands on her hips and groaned. I put my hands on both her cheeks and spread them apart. Miss Parks butt hole opened up. And the first of a flood of turds came out.
The first log landed on my face and quickly rolled off. Then a mountain of poop came out of her and onto my head. I quickly wished that I could breath underneath the poop. The sludge was warm and sticky. It had a strong smell to it. Many solid logs hit my head, and I was buried under and in pools of sludge and liquid poop. I could still hear Miss Parks groaning. Finally the flood stopped. Miss Parks was spent. I wished all the poop would be cleaned up, and I took a deep breath. I wasn't done yet.