Sloppy Seconds [Contains Scat desp, Farting, Pantypoop, and Embarrassment]

[Teumessian]

Goddammit.

I'm sorry if my 'Marching While Desperate' fic is taking so long. I just haven't been hit with any good inspiration for some of the scenes. The good news is, I've been hit with another wave of inspiration based on a friend-of-a-friend in college, and I'm determined to finish an entirely NEW fic tonight. The bad news is, it's another scat-desp fic (sorry wetting fans). My 'Camping Trip' fic was a one-off thing, but now I've started to become addicted to reading and writing scat desperation/accident fics, and I've really wanted to a "desperate in school" fic. I think I'm starting to get a fetish for them. Crap...

Also, this fic might change over the course of a few days as I hunt down spelling, grammar, and story mistakes, since I wrote it so fast.

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"I should've skipped my geology class to come here sooner." Sara said with a large grin, as she walked into the Chili's restaurant with her boyfriend, Brian.

Sara was a brand new student at ASU, just shy of four months into her freshman year majoring in psychology. Though she confessed that she could have gotten into better schools, the temptation of a free-ride scholarship brought her all the way to Arizona to start her new life at the university.

"So what would you to two like?" The waitress said with a genuine, yet mechanical enthusiasm typical in a waitress.

Brian cast a worried look at Sara. "Hun, don't stuff yourself this time, you have a test in a little while."

"Too late!" Sara replied gleefully. "I'll have a double bacon burger with fries!"

Sara was a slight nerd, perhaps even a bit eccentric. After all, her grades in high school allowed her to get the favorable deal she got from the university. Though her light-brown skin, dark wavy hair, and Spanish last name gave away her heritage, she chugged American culture like a tall icy glass of Coca Cola. However, what struck everyone most about Sara was her love of food. Whether it was at home or at restaraunts, she never did small portions...ever.

"Mmmmm". A sigh of relief escaped her bulging cheeks. Brian had barely touched his cheeseburger, while Sara had devastated a good third of hers.

Brian couldn't help but smirk. "It should be a crime the way you eat burgers..."

"Mwhat?" Sara said through a mouthful before swallowing. "It's good."

"Between this and the bacon and hash-brown thing you did back at the apartment, and that pizza yesterday, NASA should stop looking for black holes in the sky and take a look at you." Brian watched in amazement as her burger became a bite sized portion in her hand.

"Whaat, the little baby boy can't eat like a grown-up?" Sara teased as she popped the remnants of the hamburger in her mouth. As she turned on the fries, she scooted her white t-shirt aside to adjust the strings on her gray ASU fleece shorts, making room for her tummy to bulge. As she fumbled with the strings, she caught Brian staring at her waistband for a bit too long.

"You like what you see?" Sara said as she leaned backward, pulling the waistband down and exposing a pair of white, cotton panties with hearts printed all over them. They were the low-rise ones that Brian loved to see her wear, especially when she sat down and he could look at her butt, which was only just covered by them. She gazed at Brian with an expression that was indistinguishable from sarcasm and genuine sauciness.

Brian couldn't formulate a witty comeback immediately for this one, she had him beat. Looking at the white panties against her bronzed skin, he shook his head and chuckled. "You're........awesome."

"You want.....any more fries with that?" The waitress giggled, having returned to see Sara with her panties exposed, and Brian gawking unashamedly. "They're all-you-can-eat."

Sara snapped the waistband back to her side, a bit embarrassed, but bright eyed at the sound of 'all-you-can-eat'. "Sure, just bring a big bowl like you usually do!"

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Sara stepped outside, putting on her sunglasses, and full to the brim, followed by Brian.

"I love seconds, especially when it involves fries." Sara said with lazy content as she felt her insides gurgle a bit. "I'm stuffed."

"I'm surprised you are, I though you'd take a chunk out of the table" Brian said playfully.

"Oh shuttup." Sara gave him a smack on the arm. "What time is it anyway? I gotta go take that stupid test for Early Childhood Education."

Brian whipped out his cell phone. "It's about....oh....oh crap. It's 12:36!"

Sara felt her stomach jolt as her face went pale. "Wh...WHAT? The test is in nine minutes! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Well if you didn't keep flashing your......look, I'll grab the car and drive you around to the side of the school, you can study real quick on the way." Brian reached for his keys.

"That'll take too long, I'd be faster if I just hoof it through the parking lot and head straight through the campus." Sara replied with a bit of panic in her voice. "Besides, I studied for, like, two nights in a row, I'm good."

Sara gave Brian a quick peck on the lips before he had a chance to say anything else, and she darted off. "Good luck!" Brian managed to call after her.

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Sara alternated between power-walking and jogging to her destination, unable to break into a full sprint due to her recent gourging. "This was not a good idea" she said, feeling the burger and fries slosh around in her tummy, the nagging gurgling returning again. Mercifully, the torturous jog ended and she found herself in front of the ASU testing center.

As she walked inside and descended a couple flights of stairs, she walked into a large amphitheater style room packed with students scribbling down on various tests from different classes. The room was dead quiet,except for the sound of pencil on paper from nearly a hundred student. A woman from a large desk at the front of the room motioned her to come over.

"I need your school ID card please, is this your first time taking a test here?" the woman asked pleasantly.

"Um, sure." Sara replied while handing her the card, another gurgle making her a bit concerned.

"Don't look so worried sweetie, just relax." The woman told her reassuringly, swiping the card across a nearby reader. The printer next to her fired up and spat out about twelve pages.

"You have two hours to complete the exam, good luck." She said, handing Sara the exam.

Sara scurried off to the back of the amphitheater, pencils and exam in hand. As she ascended the steps to the farthest seat, she suddenly felt a bit of pressure build up in her lower tummy. She prayed that it was just a bit of gas, and not a sign of worse things to come. Reaching her seat, she slowly sat down at her desk, spreading her butt apart and relaxed ever so slightly. Rewarded with a muffled "poof", and feeling a bit better, Sara took her seat and began the test.

"Good thing the desks are so far apart", she thought to herself.

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It was a mere 20 minutes into the test, and Sara had only just started her portion on a proper Kindergartener environment when she felt another gurgle rock through her lower tummy. Sara stopped writing for a second as she put a hand over her abdomen. As she felt the pressure build, she suddenly felt herself longing for a visit to the little girl's room.

"It's no big deal." Sara fought the urge in easily. "The test can't possibly take two hours, that's just the time they allow you. I'll probably be out of here early..." As hopeful as it sounded, the test she was taking was only two pages done, and her heart sank as she looked at the third: A sea of free-response questions. The test dragged on, and as the urges became more frequent, her mind started to wander......

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Sara remembered when she was in high school, when she had to take the school's mandatory exit exams.

Being nervous, she absentmindedly drained the two water bottles she took to the classroom.  Sara recalled squirming in her seat during the last leg of the test, trying desperately to hold on. Though Sara struggled to wait until the end of the test, her overfilled bladder began to contract against her will, and she started to squirt in her pants. 

Sara managed to contain herself for a little while longer, but the few involuntary squirts that escaped her clenched lips eventually became a stream, forcing its way past the fingers pressed tightly on the crotch of her jeans. She remembered feeling her butt grow warm and wet, and the sound of pee dribbling over the side of the chair, splattering loudly on the floor, as several students stared.....

Sara shook her head, and pushed the nightmare scenario out of her mind."Focus on the test, stupid" she thought to herself. "You're not going to have an accident."

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As the test inched into 50 minutes, Sara started to feel nervous. The sensation that something far more than a bit of gas was churning and swirling around in her already stretched rectum, and for the first time, she honestly had to fight hard against the urge to bear down and release her load.

"Dammit, why did I have to stuff myself?! Sara swore under her breath as she finished another long, wordy problem, toying with the idea of just handing in the test right now. However, doing so would guarantee that she'd get no better than a high-percentage F on the test, the nerdy part of her finding this unacceptable.

"I'll just ask if I can go." she thought hopefully as the pressure in her bowels nagged for her attention. "They can't be that strict."

Standing up slowly, she left her seat and walked down toward the front desk, where the woman from earlier sat shuffling some already completed tests.

"Um...excuse me, can I use the restroom really quick?" Sara was slightly hunched over, not exaggerating her desperation in the slightest bit. A spasm suddenly hit her lower tummy, and the pressure threatened to make her now tightened butthole dilate. It made her legs shake.

The woman looked up from her desk, somewhat annoyed, but her expression softening when she saw the look on Sara's face. "I'm sorry, but you can't leave unless you're willing to turn in your test as well, otherwise you are given an automatic zero." She whispered as Sara's gave a short sigh of exasperation. "When you're ready to turn in the test, you can leave any time."

Sara gave a short nod and turned back to her desk, while the front desk woman looked on with worry at her. As Sara ascended each step to her seat near the back, she felt her insides roil and squirm. To her shock, as she ascended the final steps, an involuntary fart slipped loudly past her cheeks, now wet with dew, and made a slight echo throughout the room.

Sara stopped dead, but quickly continued to her desk. "Nobody heard that, just keep walking" she thought desperately to herself. Some students looked up, and a few even giggled, but nobody could pinpoint the source of the offensive sound.

Sara stopped at her desk and bent over painfully to sit down, clenching herself shut to stop any more involuntary releases of any sort. The relief she got from her recent fart quickly vanished, and she knew that no more reprieves would be granted by her now overtaxed rectum. The pressure made her wince as she felt a dump-truck's worth in sludge struggling to escape her quivering bottom.

Clenching herself as tightly as she could, she moved on to the seventh page.

"At least I'm ahead...." she thought to herself, continuing against the wishes of her butt to find the nearest porcelain throne. "Just keep going until you think you've got a B, then you can pack up and get the hell out of here."

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Another thirty minutes passed, and the situation had become desperate. Up until now, despite all that had happened, Sara felt confident that she could rush the test and be out in twenty more minutes. However, this hope evaporated when another painful urge hit the lowest portions of her colon.

"I can hold it....I can hold it!" Sara felt her mind echo as she struggled against the overbearing weight inside her. At this point, Sara was ready to pack up and leave. As far as she was concerned, she had answered enough test questions...

To Sara's horror, the massive urge washing over her only increased in it's pitch, becoming far worse than the others. Her stinging, tired butthole start to contract and twitch, threatening to give way.

"Ohpleaseohplease don't let me go in my pants. I'll never pig out again. I swear..." Sara clenched her eyes, twisted her legs, and rammed her hands into the sides of her butt cheeks, forcing them together, anything to prevent the impending accident. Her asshole convulsed as if shocked with electricity, and Sara was sure she was about to poop her pants where she sat.

To her relief, the overwhelming freight-train bashing on the opposite end of her anus relented, and she felt herself regain control. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she absentmindedly looked at the next problem. She was shocked when she read the following question:




When confronted with younger child, who during a class lesson, says they're having a "potty emergency", what is the best course of action to take when no other teachers are around to escort him or her? For extra credit, what is the proper method of dealing with an emotional child who is having or had and accident in front of you?




Sara stared at the question, her mind hazy. Words like "potty emergency" and " accident" swam through her head when she was suddenly taken by surprise by another violent urge.

Though she tried to stop it, a tiny, sticky spurt forced it's way out of her rear, and she clasped both hands to her mouth to stop from crying out. Though it wasn't enough to reach her panties, the thick mess rubbed in the deepest regions of her lower butt and tickled playfully at her tired asshole, as if teasing it to release it's load.

"N....no!" she mouthed under her breath. This was the last straw. The amount of problems she completed in good understanding made her confident she'd most likely get a B-, but she was unconcerned with that at the moment. In all honesty, she expected to finish the test with no serious problems, but as she felt the small mess rub between her cheeks, she decided to cut things off early. She stapled her papers together swiftly.

"Okay, just hand in the test and get to the bathroom" Sara's mind raced as she willed her body to stand up. However, the seat she was glued on for the duration of the test was what helped her last so long, and as rose and her butt left it's place, she felt her anus start to widen.

Sara quickly sat back down, almost in tears, forcing herself hard into the seat of the plastic chair until she regained control. "Just stand up nice and slow" She thought. "You can hold it." Sara tried again, raising herself gently,  her now dirty sphincter quivering as she willed it to stay shut. Her backside hovered just a few inches off her seat when a deep gurgle welled up inside her, and she felt as though a massive hand was squeezing her gently around her middle.

"Not here...anywhere but here..." Sara heard herself whisper. Standing stock still, and halfway through standing up, she felt the sea of muck inside her rush to the very edge, about to break through. She pressed a hand roughly into the back of her shorts, two of her fingers forcing the fabric of her panties against her anus, which she felt widen once more despite her actions.

"Just hold it" A cold shiver ran down her spine as she felt herself bear down involuntarily, and she pressed her hand harder into the crack of her behind. "You can't have an accident here. Just turn in your test, walk outside, and get to a restr...."

"BLOORPHhhhht" A short, messy blast of mushy poop, followed by a wet fart, exploded out of her bottom. The involuntary spurt, the consistency of fresh cement, quickly slid past her clenched cheeks and pressed sloppily into the back of her low-rise panties. The students who were closest to Sara wheeled around, suddenly noticing the poor freshman girl bent over her desk, obviously having an accident.

Sara let out a small squeak of distress, though managed to clamp herself shut before she totally lost control. She remained doubled over, thighs pressed together while she waited for the overwhelming urge to subside. When it did, and knowing this was only the beginning, she quickly grabbed her test and hobbled as quickly as she dared toward the front desk, knowing that she had attracted the stares of quite a few students.

"H..here.." Sara mumbled, her face bright red, as she handed the woman the test. Sara barely held on as another urge jolted through her. Her lower tummy bubbled noisily, and she felt her rear trembling as she struggled to contain herself.

The woman looked up to take the test, and saw Sara red faced, bent over, and holding her buttocks with her hands like a little girl. She knew exactly what was happening.

"Um...do you know where....oohh..." Sara stammered as she felt another soft spurt slip past her now hopelessly overworked anus, the messy brown sludge inching down the gusset of her panties. She prayed that it wasn't wet enough to soak through her fleece shorts.

"Bathrooms are on the first floor, there's an elevator to your right" the woman whispered quickly.

"T..thank you." Sara managed to say before bolting out the door. Her butthole relaxed involuntarily once more, releasing another loud, muddy splurt. As the door closed, she heard a few giggles and whispers from behind her.

[Teumessian]

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Sara whimpered and cursed as the elevator ascended, her lower butt already a sticky mess. Here she was, a freshman in college, and yet she had to run out on a test because she started pooping her panties like a little kid. Sara felt her face tingle and burn with embarrassment.

However, Sara's embarrassment took a back seat as another urge shot through her body. Sara squirmed where she stood, staring in a panic as the floor numbers counted down, clenching her anus as hard as she could. Despite this, she felt her sphincter weaken, and like a water balloon overfilled with wet cake batter, she felt several successive squirts gurgle past her dirty buttcheeks and into her already soiled panties . As the malodorous aroma filled the compartment, she knew that unless she found a bathroom in the next minute, she'd lose control entirely.

The elevator door opened at the first floor as she felt the bottom of her panties expand from another small spurt. Breaking into a fast walk around a corner hallway, making a beeline in the direction of the bathrooms. Fortunately for her, it was late in the day, and she managed to avoid the few students who straggled in the nearly empty building.

However, as she moved, her overfilled bowels protested in pain. Alone in one of the building's many hallways, she felt her insides start to contract violently. Sara stopped, rooted to the spot, trying to regain what little control she had left.

"Ughhh...nnnhhg" Sara groaned as she struggled against the inevitable. Sara took a step forward, hunched over with with one hand on her tummy. Another hand was pressed lightly into her buttocks as she awkwardly tried to find a way to hold herself. Knock-kneed, and unable to hold it any longer, her exhausted sphincter began to squirt, then suddenly gave way.

A torrent of slop suddenly cascaded out of her defeated asshole, which pulsed and twitched as it tried hopelessly to close shut. Sara stood frozen, unable to even squat down, as she felt the seat of her panties fill with hot, sticky poop which pressed uncomfortably between her lower butt and her tight panties. The hallway was suddenly filled with the unfeminine, slapping sound of messy farts, and Sara's face burned with embarrassment as her body took control. The brown mess crept into the gusset of her panties and forced it's way into her crotch, and Sara cringed as it pressed hotly against her shaved vulva. The formless leavings rose up along her crack toward the waistband of her panties, and began to escape where her butt and thighs met, running lazily down the backs of her legs, dripping and splattering onto her tennis shoes. A pungent puddle of solid mud slowly collected at her feet...

Sara managed to clamp her spurting anus shut as her tummy gurgled underneath her hand, demanding to release the rest of it's load. Overwhelmed with emotion, her head swimming at the sudden shock, relief, and embarrassment, Sara felt her vision go blurry. For a fleeting second, Sara considered dropping her panties and shorts and just letting go on the floor, not wanting to hold it for a second longer. However, as the hallway snapped back into focus, another emotion started setting in.

Panic.

After everything that had happened, the last thing Sara wanted to do was to be caught by anyone, student or staff.

Sara struggled to compose herself when another urge began to wrench her quivering, clenched asshole open once more. Resisting the urge to start crying where she stood, Sara shuffled to the bathrooms, spurt after squirt of poop escaping from her anus. As she walked, the sloppy mess rubbed hotly against her inner thighs, making her wince with each step. Little globs fell out the back of her panties and fleece shorts, leaving a small trail behind her.

Sara found a bathroom, which was fortunately a single-occupant restroom with nobody in it. As she locked the door, a large release from her anus forced the mess past the back of her waistband, the low-rise panties offering little resistance. The sludge spilled over between the rear of her panties and her shorts, and she felt the bottom of her shirt suddenly grow wet and sticky. Horrified, she dropped her bottomwear in an instant, the ruined shorts and panties falling to her ankles with a wet splat. As she shuffled to the toilet, her butthole began to spurt uncontrollably, anticipating relief. Sara gasped as brown muck bubbled and squirted from her lower butt, splattering directly on the floor.

Sitting down at last, despite the messy goo covering her ass pressing into the toilet seat, Sara finally relaxed. Even after all that had happened she still wasn't quite empty, and she immediately assaulted the toilet with a blast of semi-solid mud. For the next ten minutes, Sara sat painfully on the toilet, as the muddy squirts became less frequent. After a few shots of diarrhea, Sara finally felt relief.

As she sat on the toilet, she looked down at her panties and shorts bunched at her feet. There was no salvaging them, it looked as though someone had dumped a small bucket of mud right in the center. They were ruined, as were her shoes. Sara felt a knot grow in her throat as she realized that she couldn't possibly leave the bathroom like this.

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"Hey hun, how'd the test go?" Brian's cheerful voice answered through the cell-phone.

"B...Brian" Sara's voice stammered as she sat on the toilet, holding her cell phone to her ear. "I need you to come down to the Psychology building."

"Sara, I've got Calculus in a bit...wait, what's wrong?" Brian's tone changed to that of worry.

Sara didn't want to say it. She had already embarrassed herself in front of an entire room of people in the testing room, and the last thing she wanted to do is tell her boyfriend that she soiled herself and needed a change of clothes.

"Brian I...um...kinda had an accident." Sara finished the last of the sentence quickly, her face tingling with embarrassment.

The line was silent for a few second. "What?"  She heard him say. Even through the phone, Sara could tell Brian was trying to suppress laughter.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY BRIAN!!" Sara nearly shouted, her voice ringing in the small bathroom. "Just buy me a pair of shorts and a shirt from the student store. Please!"

"Okay okay, relax, I got you covered. I'll be there in fifteen" Brian said, still stifling a chuckle.

"Can you bring me a pair of flip-flops too?"

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Removing her shoes, shirt, panties, and shorts, she grabbed them all and tossed the odorous mess into the bathroom's garbage can. Now barefoot, and wearing only a bra, Sara spent the next fifteen minutes trying to clean herself up. Grabbing a massive wad of toilet paper, she wiped herself as best as she could. Rubbing the clump over her dirty bottom and legs, she gasped in pain as the clump ran over her raw butthole, which still stung painfully. It seemed like forever, and after nearly half of the bathroom's massive roll was gone, she at least appeared clean.

"I'd kill for a shower now." Sara said with a bit of disgust in her voice, still feeling dirty.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. "Sara, you in there?"

Sara stepped toward the door, heels off the ground, and unlocked it. Suddenly aware of her nudity, she covered her bare crotch with one hand and cracked the door open, reaching her other hand outside.

"Did you bring the clothes?" She asked, and was greeted with the feeling of fabric landing on her outstretched hand. "Thanks." She muttered as she pulled the clothes inside and relocked the door.

Sara slipped on the pair of khaki's, the material feeling strange on her bottom without any panties between them. Clamoring on a red ASU t-shirt and stepping into the new flip-flops, she opened the door and stepped outside.

"You okay sweetie?" Brian stood there as Sara avoided looking at him, her face bright red.

"H..how did you find me, I forgot to tell you which bathroom..."

"I...uh....kinda followed your trail" Brian jerked his head toward brown splatterings that dotted their way from the bathroom door all the way to the massive brown mess further down the hall, where she had lost control.

Through Brian smiled, trying to make the situation humorous, Sara's head sunk lower, a small sob escaping her. Brian stepped forward and hugged her.

"Hey, don't cry, I hate it when you do that. Accidents happen." Brian whispered into her ear.

"T..thanks Brian" Sara managed to say into his shoulder.

"Just do me a small favor" Brian said, his nose wrinkling slightly. "The second we get back to the apartment, you're gonna take a shower."

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Sara stepped out of the shower, steam billowing out the open doorway. Her hair hung wetly against her shoulders and a towel was wrapped around her body. She had spent the last 30 minutes scrubbing every inch of herself.

"Feeling better?" Brian called from the couch. "I forgot to tell you, I told you so."

"Oh shut the hell up." Sara shot back with moderate annoyance. "You have no idea how embarrassing that was! I was shitting myself in front of everyone in the room!"

"Ugh, that sucks." Brian said as Sara plopped down next to him. "At least you don't know any of those people, you'll probably never see them again."

"I hope so..." Sara leaned sideways, letting her damp head rest on Brian's shoulder. "Thanks for bailing me out over there, and I'm sorry if I grossed you out."

"Don't sweat it, I thought you looked kinda cute when I found you" Brian replied, smiling.

Sara turned her head, a mixture of mild disgust and confusion written on her face.

Brian quickly backpedaled. "What? I thought you looked cute all flush-faced and embarrassed! I didn't think that it was cute that...you know...."

Sara rolled her eyes, satisfied somewhat by his answer. As Brian put an arm around her, she drifted off, the slight burning around her reddened hole ebbing away.

[Teumessian]

One more thing. The following images are what provided additional inspiration for the fic.

The first pic is how I envision Sara's overall appearance.

The second pic is how I'd envision the end result of her accident. I love this pic so much...

Lastly, in case you're wondering what "fleece shorts" are, the third pic is exactly that.

[Serika]

As soon as i saw the title i thought, "Okay, i'm definately reading this"

It was pretty well written. The ending was funny too. :)

[Teumessian]

As soon as i saw the title i thought, "Okay, i'm definately reading this"

It was pretty well written. The ending was funny too. :)

Thanks 

I've edited it a million times already. I might just add a new little scene in the second half of it.

[packrat]

That...was...the best...scat desp fic...I have ever read...in my entire life. 

This story totally trumps 'Camping Trip' by leaps and bounds.  I especially like how you had her losing control bit by bit as time went on, but had her make it to the bathroom for the final push.  It made her situation seem that much more desperate and embarrassing, which made the story that much better.  I also like how you had her boyfriend save he from having to walk outside looking the way she did.  That was mighty cool of you, sir.

[Kupcake]

Wow I liked this one. You're a good writer, and I could definitely imagine everything happening as I read it.