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It was the second hour the of the schools first ever school shooter drill and the 19 year old substitute teacher was begining to grow concerned about her class of 23 2nd graders. She had only been a teacher's assistant up until this point, but today she was asked to sub for an elderly teacher who was apparently having hip surgery

She now doubted that was the case as the drill entered its third hour. The point of the drill was to test new protocols and systems to protect students in case of a school shooter. The primary protocol was a complete lockdown of classrooms. The teacher had first thought this was a great idea! It would potentially save the lives of students and allow the authorities to deal with the danger without putting children in danger

However an hour later and she realized the drill was a little too intense…and someone in charge didn't account for the near constant need of 7 year olds to use the bathroom!

The first request had came an hour and half in from darling little girl in little red shorts and a white shirt with a big sunflower on it, she didn't realize then, but the moment the girl asked a wave of squirming overtook the class and every few minutes a student would come to her asking to use the bathroom. Unfortunately the the doors were locked and she had no idea when the drill was do to end…she had little choice but to tell the kids to just 'hold it' a little longer.

Nearing the third hour and some of the children were quivering, apparently in dire need of relief and the teacher began to worry about the fallout that would follow when the kids began to piss themselves one by one. The crying and screaming, laughter and teasing.

She would utterly lose control of the class! Let alone when the next kid did it, or the next or…god for bid when any of them shit their pants! Christ! The teacher began to look around desperately hoping to find some sort of solutions to the kids ever worsening problem. There was little in the small classroom that could help and before she settled on a solution that was better than just picking a corner she felt a tug on her sleeve from a different little girl clad in denim overalls, a look of distress on her face as she squirmed. Her legs clamped tightly together.

"I can't hold it anymore…I gotta go bad! Miss…please" the little girl pleaded

'Oh god' the teacher thought looking around the room. She considered everything, the floor, the desks, the teachers desk, chairs, drawer's in the teachers desk, a waste bin…

A WASTE BIN! It all clicked together, she grabbed the girls hand and tugged her across the room, woth her other hand she grabbed the waste bin, a small little paper bin no larger than a bucket, and dumped its contents on the floor. Some crumpled paper, a pencil, gum, an a few broken crayons scatter on the floor.

The teacher pulled the little girl behind the teachers desk. Hiding her from the view of the rest of the class. She set the plastic blue wast bin on the floor and stepped back. It was perfect, just big enough for the kids to sit down on, and made of plastic so it wouldn't leak.

"There you go hun, go on and do your buisiness" She told the little girl, only to turn and find her bowed over quivering, her hands buried in her crotch.

"I… can't" The girl whined, her little body twitching as she reached her limit, her face red. The teacher's eyes widened. She knew right away, the kid was absolutely about to pee herself.

She took a deep breath and knelt down and began to unbuckle the straps of her overalls pulling them down untill they snagged on the little girls hands.

"Move your hands honey, I'm going to help you" she said softly in her best friendly-teacher voice.

"I… can't…I'll pee!" The little girl whined back. Causing the teacher to sigh, the child no realizing that standing there holding like this wasn't going to stop her from peeing on herself.

Taking charge the teacher grabbed the girls hands and pulled them away from her crotch, the girl yelped and sure enough, almost immediately began to pee, a surge of urine splattering her little pink panties and spraying the denim with urine.

The teacher remained calm and moved swiftly yanking the girl's overalls to her ankles as urine ran down her thighs, moving as fast as she could she tugged the little girls pink panties down too before practically shoving her down into the waste bin. The sound of urine gushing against fabric quickly shifted to the much louder sound of piss blasting against the thin plastic wall of the round waste bin.

The little girl sighed and continued to pee a look of blissful relief overtaking her young face. The teacher felt an odd sense of pride as she looked down at the little girl pissing wildly into the waste bin, her panties and overalls mostly spared from the slight accident, the dark denim of her overalls would hardly show any dampness. She had done it, she didn't break protocol and she had solve the kids issue, they could all just use the waste bin. Her ego swelled as she stood up to look over at the class, most of whom were curiosly looking over at the commotion.

The teacher smiled, the few who weren't looking were clearly more focused on not wetting their pants. The teacher smirked, they would soon get their turn to use her genius solutions.

She was riding high for a moment, feeling indomitable until something pulled her attention away. A loud wet fart and a disgusting sounding splatter. She turned around in horror as she spotted the little girl grunting and red faced, the splattering sounds continuing as a foul stench hit the air.

Immediately the majority of the kids began to giggle and chatter amungst themselves, but a good number of them remained silent…perhaps the ones that themselves needed the waste bin for more than just a tinkle.

The teacher gulped, she had briefly forgotten that these kids would at some point need to do more than just pee, and she neglected to tell the girl not to dump in the waste bin.

The little girl didn't seem to care about the chuckling, she was very much consumed by the relief she was feeling from emptying her bladder and her bowels. With one final grunt and a plop she was done.

She looked up and smiled at her teacher. Thankful for the help, but her eyes showed that she was expecting something. It took a moment for the teacher to realize.

"Oh!" She said before quickly grabbing a box of tissue paper from off the desk and handing it to the girl. It took a few minutes of wiping but soon the girl stood, pulled up her wet panties and overalls and skipped back to her class as if nothing happened. She was met with giggles and teases and for a moment the teacher feared she might cry…but she met her classmates with giggles of her own and made a bunch of mock fart noises with her mouth before she herself began to laugh loudly.

The teacher sighed, that could have gone much worse. She looked back, daring to peer into the foul stinking waste bin. Contained within was a thick slop of messy light brown filth with one small darker brown turd laid above it, sitting in a sullied pool of urine. It was foul…but it was a good solution to her students problem.

"Okay" she said. Turning back around to face the class. "Who else needs use the potty?"

(That's it for now folks! More to come soonish, this little story is far from done, the teacher as at least 14 other students who need to use the bathroom and 23 kids in total. I hope you like the set up so far!)


You write quite a nice stories ;)

But I wonder what it is going to become if you make 14 students do it and it you will not run put of ideas to keep it interesting


YES. I was worried you never found the new gurochan! Love your old stories. Cant wait to see more farts and shit written by you :3


Only reason we know this is a troll is because Pottyboi would never write guro. Fuck off.


well, lest treat that as alternate ending and wait for what the real author will bring us.


I wonder why someone felt the need to troll my thread. Is he going around doing that to everyone?

Ugh, now I don't really have a means of proving whether or not I am myself or not. Hmn.


Reading the trolls post again, it almost reads like a bad book report. It leaves me with a lot of questions.


yeah, there's just some troll spamming /lit/ hope mods can deal with him

either way glad to see your return. great story in first post.


So how much stories has Pottyboi done? I think I've only read three



Love this!!!!! looking forward to part 2.


The teacher was suddenly filled with a sense of dread as over a dozen little hands shot up all at once. She glanced back at the small garbage pail and back at the students, unsure if it would be enough for the students. Without any other option she just gulped and resolved to the idea that it would be.

"Okay then everyone form a nice neat line" She said to the class, the dozen or so students quickly scrambled to get ahead of one another, some moving more urgently than others. She looked over the students, finding one or two who seemed to struggle to get a place in line as it formed, gripping their groins, or pausing to cross their legs tightly. She realized she was risking an accident or two by not getting involved

"Alright now…who needs to go…really badly?" She asked feeling a bit awkward asking her students who needed the toilet the most urgently. A few hands slowly raised, then a few more six in total and oddly only one of the two that seemed to really be struggling.

The young teacher found that curious but she felt it best to concentrate on her other students who made their more urgent needs known to her, she stepped out from behind the desk and rearranged the line so the kids who expressed more urgent needs were in the front.

"Hey! Thats not fair! I was first!" A young boy called as the 6 students were moved in front of him. He pouted and crossed his arms. "I have to use the bathroom too!"

The teacher sighed before kneeling to speak with the boy. She didn't quite have time for this, and the last thing she needed was for one of her students to soil themselves and risk all the annoyance that would come with that.

"Listen, not everyone can hold it as well as you. So you need to let your friends who are struggling go first, okay?" She said, trying to frame the boys less dire need as some sort of strength. He simply continued to pout and she was left with no choice but to stand up and walk away, taking the hand of the first student in line and walking him to the small waste pail.

He shuffled on his feet, fumbling with his pants before yanking them down to his ankles along with his underwear. Exposing his bottom as well as his little pecker. Almost the instant his pants were down a hot stream of piss fired from his uncircumcised tip, missing the pail and blasting the side of it. Urine thumped the side of the pail and spilled down on to the floor as the young boy made no attempt to correct his aim, or move in any away. He just stood there pissing freely.

The teacher gasped and quickly tried to move the boy forward so his stream would actually make it into the pail. The boy didn't seem to care much as he sighed and emptied his bladder, a small puddle forming underneath the bucket. With a small push she managed to get his stream on course for the mouth of the bucket, urine spattering loudly against the inside of the bucket. His little stream quickly weakened to a trickle and he pulled up his pants and walked to the rest of the class that wasn't on the line.

The teacher looked down at the bucket, the big sloppy stool from the first girl was now sitting under an inch of urine. She knelt over and moved the bucket, trying to cover the small puddle so it would at least go unnoticed by the next students. She made a mental note to watch the boys more closely when they came to use the bucket, lest they end up pissing all over the floor.

She grabbed the hand of the next student, another boy and brought him to the pail, he appeared to be in distress, gripping his stomach and squirming as he stood there. He tried undo his pants but appeared to be having trouble.

"I'm not gonna make it!" He whined as he suddenly stopped trying to undo his pants to grip his aching stomach. The teacher responded quickly kneeling down and popping the button on his pants before tanking them down, whipping around and forcing his bottom into the mouth of the bucket. A loud explosive fart ripped out of his little ass, but it soon devolved to a his as his pucker was blocked by a thick turd. He grunted and groaned as it crawled out of his rear end slowly, finishing with a splat as it fell into the waiting mess bellow. The teacher handed him the napkins though she was soon greeted by another loud hiss as he fired a jet stream of piss right into the bucket. It pounded the inside of the pail loudly for a moment before stopping. The boy wiped, stood up and was on his way.

Next up was a girl, who wasted no time dropping lifting her skirt and yanking her panties down before dropping her bottom on the little potty bucket. A few small trickles of urine squirted out of her followed by a crackling fart. -bloop- -bloop- -bloop- small knobby turds fell into the waiting cesspool of urine and filth each announced with a small fart which stuttered as the turd fell out of her. She gave a grunt, her face getting red as a more complete turd began to spread her little hole, thick lumpy and somewhat painful, it crawled out of the little girl slowly before it fell into the rest of the filth with a loud splat. The teacher cringed at the noise, as well as the ever worsening stench. The girl wiped only twice and was on her way.

The teacher couldn't help but peer into the bucket, a morbid curiosity overcoming her. There laid three separate layers of filth sitting in a pool of soiled urine, soft light brown brown poop at the bottom with a long darker turd laid atop it. Little floating knobs of much darker poop as well as rather thick dark turd dead center of the rest of the filth. Almost like an island of shit had be struck by a hefty massive shit meteorite. The bucket was now a fifth full, and the stench was growing wretched. The teacher pulled herself away from it and moved to get the next student, purposefully avoiding any mental math about how long before the bucket would be full. She just hoped there would be enough room…

(That's it for now, sorry if this is a bit weak, its very late at the moment and I just wrote what came to mind. This isn't quite over yet, but I can't imagine I'll do more than another two parts)


Great stories! You should like try to write something set in (or before) the 18th century where people still used outhouses and chamber pots




love all the farting/shtting stinky loli parts ^^

btw hve you ever though of making stories around fictional lolis? Like hat kid from a hat in time


I quite like the Victorian idea, though I'm not one for doing fan fiction.



Fiction based on real historical periods is ok.


looking forward 2 the next paRT


Hmm, I wonder how much shit and pee are those lolis producing so that 4 kids managed to fill entire bucket. :)

But now you really exhausted yourself and unless it will turn into some shit and pee orgy you cannot continue that story LOL


The bucket is far from full, and I still have a few tricks up my sleeve. So many different types of poo to explore, textures, colors, sizes and shapes!


I hope you will not limit it to different poo shapes and colors, but also come up with some interesting action ;)

But talking about that, I wonder what do you think about a bit more mischievous girls/boys who may pee or poop deliberately as some act of revenge or other reason ? something as that pumpkin story.


Cant wait for the next part!


i love loli farts :3


Its been a week, when next part xD


The next girl was squirming severely, standing bow legged in her sunflower sundress. The teacher could tell the girl's need was pretty urgent but she took a quick pause to look over the rest of the line to see if there was anyone who looked even worse off then her. If the little girl at the front of the line looked like she was on the verge of losing it there might be a kid or two that might need to be moved up in line.

The teacher sighed at the ruccus the kids would cause if she put someone in the front of the line, though fortunately despite a lot of squirming and a few held groins, no one else seemed to be having an emergency. The teacher was relieved, she gestured over to the girl in the front of the line

To her surprise however the girl didn't move. Her little feet turned inward, contained within little pink sandals and white flower print socks. She had both her hands buried in her crotch and seemed to be struggling to move. She bent over, clearly at her limit. The teacher acted quickly, just as the girl made her first attempt to move. Taking a cautious few steps forward. There was a barely audible squirt and a few small droplets of pee trickled to the ground, soaking right through the young girl's thin cotton panties. The teacher grabbed her hand and tugged her hand, jerking her forward, immediately the girl lost control of her bladder, a surge of urine flooder her panties as she stumbled forward. Hissing against her underwear and trickling down to the floor, leaving a trail of urine every step from there to the bucket.

The teacher didn't dare reach down to yank the girl's piss soaked panties down as she was in the middle of peeing herself, instead she grabbed the girl and lifted her skirt before quickly positioning her above the bucket. Her panties had soaked all the way through and provided almost no resistance for the strong surge of urine flooding right through them.

The teacher released the sundress. The girls legs were spread wide over the bucket as she peed right through her panties, leaving her dress completely dry.

"Aaahn~" the little girl sighed as she emptied her bladder forcefully. Her eyes rolling as she overcome with the bliss of relief. Her mind emptying as her bladder did. The teacher sighed, it wasn't perfect, but at least the majority of her pee was going in the bucket.

She was content with this solution…until the girl let out a grunt and a long crackling fart. The teacher snapped her head back to the girl, who was now squatting slightly above the bucket and didn't appear to have made any move to lift her skirt or take off her panties.

"S-sophie!?" The teacher called out, just barely remembering the girls name thanks to her pretty dress. Yet the girl didn't respond, instead she squatted lower and let out a soft moan. Littled pops and crackles rumbling from her behind as she forcefully and willing emptied her bowels into her panties. She was finished within moments, her bowels emptied in one smooth movement. Filling her panties with thick clay like filth, the weight tugging them down slightly, nearly causing them the slide down.

Fortunately her spread legs held her soiled panties up. The teacher just stood there, awestruck that the girl would just shit herself like that. The girl sighed and wiped a bit of drool away from her lip.

"Whaaat? I already wet'em… They were already dirty!" The little girl said in a matter-of-fact tone.

(That's all for now. Just something to hold you guy's over until next time. 10 kids remain, though I'm not sure I will give each and every one individual attention. We will see though, I don't exactly plan these things out =3 )


Nice ;)those kids are getting more mischievous :) I wonder how that will continue.

maybe some of the kids should get their butts plugged to prevent such accidents ;)


So cute


are u ever coming back?


It hasn't even been a month, jesus fucking christ.


The little girl shifted slightly, closing her legs somewhat around the sides of the bucket, the hefty mass in her panties caused them to slide further down. The waistband not quite enough to hold the large dump around her butt. They hung, just barely around the thickest part of the little girls ass with the help of her still spread legs. His she stepped away from the bucket they would fall down completely.

The teacher groaned with annoyance and grabbed a few dozen napkins. She slid them across the floor for a moment, wiping up the urine the girl had pissed onto the floor. Leaving the girl standing over the bucket. She then turned her eyes over to the girl, who was smiling innocently.

She was a sweet girl…but definitely a bit dumb. The teacher knew that it was up to her to get this girl cleaned up…which wasn't something she was quite ready to do, but her panties would come off any second now, leaving poop splattered on the floor and her filthy ass smearing shit all over her dress. The other kids would surely notice the stench…not to mention her parents.

"Alright Sophie…lets get you cleaned up" the teacher said reluctantly as she took hold of the girl's sundress and pulled it up, exposing the girl's sagging panties.

"Hold your dress up" she ordered the girl, who promptly took hold of it. The teacher then looked down at the filthy panties. Considering how she could remove them without having to touch them or risk spilling shit out on the floor. An idea came quickly and the teacher turned to her desk and pulled out a pair of scissors from the drawer.

She then carefully tugged at the side of the panties around the girls legs, sliding them down as far as they would go, stretching the fabric until it was tight around Sophie's thighs, the heap of light brown shit piled into the seat visible from just under Sophie's little bald peach. The little girl's pussy glistened with wetness from her urine.

The teacher made a sour face, the stench of the girls shit in open air was rather foul, even compared to the rest of the filth waiting below in the bucket. She moved in and carefully cut one part of the waistband, the the other. Freeing the filthy panties from the girls legs and causing them to fall into the bucket with a loud wet plop. The heap of shit stood atop the rest, peaking out of the urine, whatever clean parts of the panties remained was quickly soaked with the urine of other children.

"Hey!" Sophie called, feeling that her panties had just been removed.

"They were filthy Sophie. And there's no way we can clean them in her" the teacher explained as she grabbed a few napkins and walked around behind the girl. Where her filthy, shit smeared ass waited.

Before getting to work the teacher peered over the desk, where the rest of the kids waited. This little mishap was costing her time, and she could see some of the kids begining to squirm a fidget in desperation. If she had to clean up another mishap, at least a few kids were going to soil themselves. She needed to find a way to save time somehow.

She contemplated that as she knelt down and got to work cleaning the little girls filthy butt. The stench from this close was disgusting, her filthy ass and the bucket below were almost too much to bear. But the teacher leaned away, took a deep breath of what she considered to be fresh-enough air and leaned back in to drag the napkin up the girls asscrack.

The girl giggled as a thick glob of shit was wiped away. The teacher however only cringed, feeling the warm shit through the napkin. She nearly gagged as she tossed it into the bucket, holding her breath. She continued wiping the girls crack a second time before cleaning away the shit smeared on her buttcheeks. It wasn't much but it took at least a dozen napkins to clean. When finished the teacher took one last looked at the girl's ass. A strange curiosity tickling her mind. She grabbed one more napkin and grabbed the girl's asscheek's spreading them wide so she could peer at the girls asshole. It was more curiosity than perversion, she had never seen her own asshole at that age…she just wondered what a little girl's asshole looked like. It was a tiny pucker, shockingly small for the massive heap of filth it released, and rather light, more pink than brown. Her curiosity satisfied she was about to release the girl's cheeks when her little pucker twitched and clenched. Curious. The teacher stared before the girl's asshole opened up and loosed a sharp crackling fart. Her little sphincter vibrating as she passed gas right in her teacher's face.

The teacher released her and recoiled with a gag. She stumbled back and stood, getting rather close to vomiting for a moment before she recovered.

"O-okay Sophie…your done…run along" she said simply. She wasn't mad…serves her right for what she was doing. The girl quickly dropped her sundress down and skipped away rejoining the rest of her class. The teacher sighed, her stomach churning, a foul stench permeating the air, the bucket smelled more foul than any bathroom she had ever been in. She looked over her class and chose to do the one thing that came to mind to save her time and perhaps spare them that aweful shit smell.

"Okay class, are they any boys her that only need to pee, raise your hand" she called out to them. A few hands shot up from the line. Some towards the back and middle and one boy in the front of the line that had one hand on his crotch and the other in the air. All together it seemed that four boys had to pee. The teacher called them over and stood them around the bucket before telling them to do their buisiness. Two of them had no problem whipping out their dicks as pissing into the waste bucket, one hesitated but went along and the last boy, the one who had been at the front of the line, desprate to pee didn't seem to want to pee with the other boys.

The teacher's patience was running thin she stomped over to the nervous boy and forcefully unzipped his pants. She yanked them down as she protested before letting out a little yelp as his white briefs were exposed. He almost immediately began to piss as his pants were dropped, urine flowing into his briefs and yellowing the front. The teacher yanked his underwear down and took hold of his tiny little prick, aiming it at the bucket. The other boys were in a stunned silence as she held his cock and forced him to pee alongside them. Within a few moments all four boys were done. The teacher let the fussy boy pull up his wet undies and pants and walk back to the rest of class. The teacher sighed and wiped off her hands on a napkin before tossing it into the bucket and peering inside. The bucket was now over halfway filled, clumps of shit floated in a pool of sullied urine as a massive heap of dense shit sunk below, the boys piss had washed away most of the poop in Sophie's panties, leaving them floating within the foul mess.

She looked over the desk at her class. 6 kids remained. Her plan was still working despite a few hiccups, and it seemed that the bucket would have just enough space to handle what the kids had to throw at it.

(That's all for now, I tried to get as much out as I could. More to come!)


> The teacher stared before the girl's asshole opened up and loosed a sharp crackling fart. Her little sphincter vibrating as she passed gas right in her teacher's face.

That girl has effective chemical defense system against pedo teachers LOL


can we expect more soon?


Maybe…but it seems interest in this story has faded. Perhaps people want something new?


I think yes, you can move to another story without any harm here.
But to be more consistent you could add some quick ending
Like how the drill ends and teacher is left with the bucket of poo. LOL
or maybe you have some more funny ideas

For the next time, maybe you could write something about boy and girl or 2 girls getting in the usual embarrassing situation ;)

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