Depends on what they serve for breakfast

No toilet play yet! Just general trash and food in this chapter.

As Michael hurried to the cafeteria first thing on Messy Monday, he passed a few interesting sights. A nerd was sharpening his pencil directly over one girl's considerable cleavage, dusting her tits with wood shavings and powdered graphite that would almost certainly itch all day. Another -- considerably less well endowed -- girl had been "claimed" by a guy with terrible hay fever, who was stuffing her bra with used tissues. He even caught one cheerleader take the gum out of her mouth and press it into her own ponytail.

The cafeteria itself was another site altogether. As luck would have it, today's breakfast was a sausage patty, scrambled eggs, applesauce, and the usual choice of milk or fruit juice. With the exception of the sausage -- which is the only part that everyone was guaranteed to eat anyway -- every bit of it would make for a nice goopy addition to any outfit. Michael got his tray and found a seat with a nice view of the room.

While he picked away at his sausage, someone actually joined him at his table. Audrey was an old friend with brown hair and tits as perky as her personality, and she'd picked out a cute little flannel shirt and black leggings today.

"Messy Monday, huh?" she arched an eyebrow at Michael. "You're into some seriously weird shit, dude..."

He just shrugged as he opened his 2% milk and took a sip, "Call it an exercise in waste production awareness. Yuck! This milk is fucking spoiled!"

"The eggs have the consistency of rotten milk, too. Just thin ooze and clumps... I'm not even going to touch this."

Audrey drained her orange juice, then sat back and tilted her tray over herself, dumping eggs, apple juice, and applesauce down the front of her shirt before tucking the plastic cup her juice had come in into a breast pocked. The short, broad cylinder made an interesting change to the lines of her chest, like she'd had a mechanical gauge installed to track the contents of her right tit.

"You gonna try to eat that, or can I take your tray up for you?"

She opened her arms, inviting Michael to dump his food on her chest just like she had, but he had other ideas.

"Actually, could you stand up for me? I wanna dump mine down your pants."

"Of course you do..." Audrey rolled her eyes, but stood up and walked around the table anyway. She lifted the bottom of her soiled top out of the way and pulled the front of her leggings away from her stomach to reveal her baby blue panties. "Do your worst, sir."