EX: First period, alter [!!!]

WARNING: Clean scat, but still scat. Hit BACK if you don't want to see this. The second day's first period setup is being actively mimicked.

Nice breeze today... some kind of strange deja vu struck me as I gazed up at the sky.

8:25am, five minutes to homeroom. I passed through the yard and entered the school building. There I kicked off my sneakers, switched them into my shoe locker, and put on my school loafers. A friend in a tracksuit passed by at a jog as I stood up.

She waved a casual hand backwards to acknowledge me. "Hey, Akiko. Nice hair today."

"Someone came on it," I replied with a sigh, picking up my bag and following after her into the corridor. This definitely seemed strikingly familiar, but...

At homeroom, the man I didn't recognize stomped into the classroom, flipped through my book himself with great confidence to tear a clean-ish page from the back, then poked the girl who was sat to Natsuru's side.

"Recreating these loops is a pain in the ass! You guys seriously don't know the effort I go through. Guess it's high praise that I don't get bored trying whatever I feel like on you, haha. Hey, Miss Delinquent, feeling good?" he asked, groping at her breasts through her shirt. "Don't worry, I'll make sure your math teacher requests something new this time. Oh, and lemme just tape this thing together for security once I borrow my pencil..."

2nd period would be in the AV room, so we all heaved ourselves up. Before we began to move, though, our math teacher stood directly in front of the door, and the delinquent rolled off her chair with a disgruntled sigh, legs **** to splay apart slightly as her new plastic dildo of a pencil case remained lodged in her cunt. Her bag was still emptied out on the ground under her desk.

"Gotta fuckin'... pick my shit up off the floor. Watch me bend over to do it if you want, stare at my stupid shortstack shit, I don't fuckin' care."

With incredible resignation, she moved awkwardly around as we all gathered at the front to watch her get down on her knees in front of her desk, prostrating so low her huge breasts were pressed against the ground, her tube-stuffed pussy raised high in the air. Under the gazes of our entire class, she began to pick up one item after another and dunk it viciously into the bag slung off the side of her desk, her tits swaying wildly inside her shirt with each abrupt motion, the effort of lifting herself up each time puckering her asshole and clenching her pussy even tighter around the transparent plastic of her pencil case, where we could see a handful of pens and pencils along with an eraser tumble about, nestled safely inside their owner's sleeve of a vagina.

As she did, however, the man I didn't recognize dropped a bucket next to her filled with baseballs, identifiably borrowed from the gym's closet.

"Let's get you warmed up," he said, rubbing his hands before plucking a baseball out of the bucket and promptly forcing it against Nagi's asshole, provoking strained noises from her as her rectum, already strained from below by the **** of her pencil case filling up her pussy, realized what was about to be inserted into it.

Even still, the man relentlessly pushed it hard against her anus until it finally started yielding, the instantaneous stretch of accommodating an entire baseball raw proving to miraculously be within Nagi's capacity. With continued pressure, it made it a third in, then halfway, then promptly disappeared with a faint squelch all the way into Nagi's ass, the entrance gratefully closing behind it and Nagi's strained grunts abating. She'd stopped putting her stuff away into her bag, the task of enduring double-penetration clearly taking all her concentration.

The man pulled out another baseball. "You didn't think we were done with just one, did you?"

"Fuck," Nagi whispered under her breath as the next ridiculous insertion made its way into her anus, the increased resistance from pushing the first baseball further in matched by the growing carelessness of the man's ****. Gritting her teeth against the effort, her second challenger managed to prize open her asshole too, forcing her wide, wide open while her entire hip toy-like ass trembled, until with diminishing relief, Nagi's shithole now harbored two entire baseballs.

"How much... more?"

"We're only just getting started, haha."

Done prostrating in front of us to fill her bag, Nagi heaved an incredulous sigh as she got up, her guts having accommodated an almost fantastical ten balls. As she headed for the classroom door, the baseballs nestled inside her as they snaked up her large intestine pressed up in visible bulges through the front of her torso, almost resembling a human batting machine. She slammed the door open, allowing her to turn sideways in the doorway, one foot inside and the other outside.

It was there that Nagi began to grunt with effort.

"Pushing all this fuckin'... junk out of my holes... so you can see them gape."

I, along with everyone else, watched intently as the thick, wet-slicked plastic cylinder slipped out bit by bit, hanging straight down from Nagi's accommodating cockhole, while from her rear end, a baseball gradually emerged, its round girth making ejecting just that singular one a grueling task. The demand her dual excretion was putting on her was clear, as the singular ball rolled against the doorframe, leaving nine remaining.

"Shit's been fuckin'... crushing up on everything in there. You guys'd better be grateful, 'cause I'm--" Nagi let out an uncharacteristically girly yelp as her pencil case shot out with a sudden *pop* from her pussy, bouncing to the floor in one solid go with the two halves stuck together by tape, the school supplies that had up to now been held inappropriately inside Nagi's pussy-sleeve rattling around in their improvisationally sealed container.

At the same time, the sudden absence of pressure in her vaginal canal meant the baseballs met very little resistance, and under Nagi's maintained clench - which previously took all she had just to eject one baseball out - the rest now followed rapidly, her internal muscles under much less duress frantically shitting the foreign orbs out one by one, the lumps in Nagi's gut descending down her intestine and ejecting themselves to the floor. Nagi had very much been forcibly turned into some kind of anal pitching machine, each leather lump bouncing erratically against the ground until the entire stock had vacated her bowels.

"Grnngh..."

In very quick succession, following her excretion of the baseballs leaving a significant lingering gape, her actual bodily feces began to follow suit and slide out of her shithole, her droppings that had hitherto been **** far up inside her intestines now offering massive relief as they passed all the way back through. Shuddering with great relief, she shat out all the waste contents of her guts in front of us, each surprisingly aromatic soft snake of brown falling to the floor with a smearless plop where they haphazardly piled up on top of each other, log by pristinely excreted log.

As her bowels worked the last few scraps of the unaware delinquent's feces cleanly out of her shithole, Nagi slowly unclenched herself and stood up straight again, her immense public display of going to the toilet in front of her class now over.

"Hey, don't forget the cleanup," the man reminded her. "And you too, Akiko."

"Me?"

Nagi now bent over to pick up her pencil case, which she yanked the tape off of and popped open. She tipped out its contents to join the mess of baseballs and the rich, almost chocolate-like pile of her feces resting on the floor, and with little trepidation but much annoyance, she put her hand to a log of the fresh waste her body had just ejected and pulled it away in a string just as discrete as how it had left her asshole when she'd shat it out, and stuffed it into one of the two halves of her pencil case. A repeat for the other half, and she resolutely snapped the two halves of the case together, forming one long capsule again that now housed her own solid waste. Finally, she rewound the tape around it, and stuffed the roughly sealed tube of her own excretion back up into her cunt, forming a display case of her anal shaft's natural produce, residing entirely inside the wrong hole.

With that, she walked off, and the man pointed to me. "See, even the delinquent did her part. Now, cleanup, c'mon."

"I don't know what you mean by cleanup..." I said, bumping a few of the shat-out baseballs away as I knelt down by Nagi's digested feces.

"What else could I mean but your mouth? Look, they say girls don't even poop, so if you think about it, this is completely clean."

I had no idea what he was talking about. Still, at least it didn't smell bad. That same aromatic scent entered my nose as I gingerly picked up a snake of her left-behind shit, which held together surprisingly well as I handled it. It didn't smear or break apart at all. Hesitantly, I placed the tip of Nagi's dropping in my mouth...

Huh. It didn't taste... bad, or what I thought shit would be like. It was nothing like chocolate, but... Nagi's crap had an entirely agreeable if slightly dull savory flavor.

I bit the tip off, and gulped. It slipped down my gullet so smoothly that I could barely sense it.

"Yeah?"

"It's very... one-note."

"You think a delinquent's shit is worth the food review routine, Akiko? Now eat up so we can get going."

Obligated to continue while my class watched on and waited for me to finish, I kept feeding Nagi's waste feces into my mouth, swallowing it piece by piece with ease, each dropping of the delinquent's scatological display sliding down my esophagus as simply as it had slid out of her asshole and onto the floor in the first place. I could picture my stomach filling up with each addition of her accumulated shit, where it would presumably be digested once again only to be reconstituted in my gut, to be excreted by me instead.

Before long, the floor was spotless without a trace that Nagi had ever relieved her guts in broad daylight there, the dump that she'd taken now settled safely inside me.

"Damn. You know, Akiko, they say curiosity killed the cat, but I don't think we drew the short end of the stick on this one at all."

I still had no idea what he was talking about.

Without much fanfare, we shuffled off after Nagi to make our way to the AV room, though I still couldn't shake the feeling this day felt exceptionally distant from the routine.