Her first class goes unremarkably, though in your new life as a pair of panties, unremarkable is just part of the job. Life as a pair of panties would be easy right ? Well…
You can feel Dee Dee’s stomach shift. Not a gurgle but a whine, that signaled something was brewing inside this girl.
Suddenly a fart. A fart that felt dry and drawn out. Your body traps the smell, you're forced to marinate in it. A smell that reminded you of old Reuben sandwiches. It’s disgusting, yes, but it's part of the job, you have to get used to it.
Though one aspect puzzles you, you swear you could feel her push deliberately. Though that's most likely not of concern. She probably just felt pressure in her gut that she wanted to alleviate it, right ? You think of how many times you’ve pushed a fart into your underwear, Not giving a second thought to it. Now that you're the underwear, those decisions are a lot more effective.
You brush off the experience as Dee Dee begins to work, kicking her legs happily.
Soon a high pitched bell noise could be heard, and Dee Dee stands from her desk and begins walking yet again. One class down you suppose.
During the next class you notice something about Dee Dee. Unlike her peers, she seems very quiet. In her own world away from everyone else. She seemed so energetic around her Mother and her teachers. Around the students though she seems distant. Maybe this girl is a lot weirder than you imagined.
As the next class goes on, her gut seems to be whining more. Another fart blasts from her anus. While this is certainly not ideal, you feel her continue to push. Odd, maybe some more pent up gas ? Or-
Another fart, this time a much louder BRAP type of fart. Its exit is followed however by a small, little chunk of semi-solid poo.
Oh no ! Dee Dee has had an accident ! And boy does it smell. The farts were one thing, but now that you've got the waste itself up against your body, it’s stank is unignorable. The scent of sauerkraut and rotten meat permeates in whatever you use to smell.
Maybe it was too easy after all.
While you had been suffering from the shart that now stuck to your underbelly, Dee Dee had also noticed her little slip. She grinds her butt into her seat, you feel a shiver shoot up her spine.
“Mr.Hill, can I go to the bathroom?” Dee Dee pleads.
“Can you ?”
“May I ?” she groans.
“Absolutely.”
She stands from her desk, and quickly scurries out of the class. You thank the gods that good sense has come to this girl. She’ll clean you off, surly. You can only tolerate this smell for so long.
You heard the clank of a hinge, then a clunk of a heavy door shutting. You look down and see a blue tile floor. She's in a stall now, your suffering is almost over. She lowers you down to the top of her socks. She looks down to see you, and the small smear of poop on your fabric. Then she smiles, that same smile she gave you when she had first picked you up.
Then she pulls you back up, without cleaning you. But before you can process why she did what she did, she lifts her skirt. You can see the bathroom much better but you can also see the toilet she is standing in front of. Then she turns around, and lowers herself on the toilet.
No no ! What on earth is Dee Dee thinking ? This can’t be, this simply can’t be. Dee Dee is going to soil you ON PURPOSE.
You feel her begin to push, her stomach whining like before giving way to a long hiss of putrid gas out of her anus.
There's a part of you that wants to look, but there's an equally powerful force that wants to watch this happen. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you now stare Dee Dee’s little brown anus in the face.
“HRRGH”
She strains, and soon enough, (accompanied by the smell of something truly foul) her anus crowns and a chocolate log pokes out like a turtle's head. The moment seems to last an eternity, watching the long travel a centimeter closer to you is like watching a lion approach, confident in your demise. You can hear Dee Dee grunting. It's touching you now, and you can feel it press into you. You stretch as the poo smears across you, tenting your body like a cannonball in slow motion. And the smell, unbearable, it's everything you feared. It's horrible that this is what comes out of such a sweet looking girl.
“GUH”
She gasps. The poo stuck, pressing against you. You can barely enjoy the moment before she resumes pushing. The poo splits and coils quickly, even more poop than before piles in you. You can’t gag, but your brain can scream. The Nanites soaking up the waste, gives you a sense of adrenaline, though it's not like you can utilize it. Besides its not like the poo is disappearing either, its like the nanites are liking a lollipop, extending your sentence.
You stretch and strain to contain the waste. You do your job spectacularly though. Despite your struggle, like a good pair of underwear, you carry what this girl has pushed into you.
“UGHhh” she grunts as she pauses her pushing. She stands from the toilet, you bounce and sway with the heavy load weighing you down. “Oops !” She says cheekily.
You’d roll your eyes if you had them. Thankful though, she’s done. No more additions to this hell.
You jinxed it though, she raises her skirt back up again, this time she lowers herself onto the closed toilet bowl itself, squashing the clay like waste into you further.
Then she just sits there, kicking her feet, humming a tune. You just lay there, under the weight of this girl and her own stool that she pushed into her pants intentionally.
Hell smells.