EX: Second period, alter [???]

WARNING: This one's just strongly bizarre. Hit BACK if you don't want to see this. This is a twist on the second day's setup.

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Despite being moved to the AV room, 2nd period wasn't much of anything special. We filed in and took our seats, with nothing to do but socialize idly among ourselves as we waited for class to start. A weird sense of deja vu struck me, but I shrugged it off.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and signalled the teacher's entrance. It was Oora-sensei, our homeroom tutor, who also doubled as our science teacher. She addressed us in a quick and hushed voice as she turned the projector on, fidgeting with her back to us in her cardigan and pencil skirt.

"I have somewhere to be for this period, unfortunately, so I'll have to leave you with this. Behave, now - I'll know if any of you don't."

With that, she set a documentary to play and left without a word.

...Very quickly, the man I didn't recognize stormed in dragging an **** Oora-sensei in tow, face covered in a rag, skirt missing. He turned on the lights, slung Oora-sensei on the floor, and paused the dcoumentary.

"Hey! So I tried this one the other day - not that you'd know, Akiko! In fact, repeat after me - Akiko's an ignorant high-schooler bitch who flaunts her sexy body in front of me every morning!"

"Akiko is... an ignorant high-schooler bitch who flaunts her sexy body in front of you every morning?"

"You're stuck in your boring schoolday so some random molester can mold whatever perverted scenarios he wants!"

"I'm stuck in my boring schoolday so some random molester can mold whatever perverted scenarios he wants...?" What was he even going on about?

"Wow, you really have no clue, huh? That never gets old." Without further ado, he picked up the rag from Oora-sensei's face and looked around. "Anyway, chloroformed your exhibitionist homeroom teacher again. Hey, Natsuru!"

Not minding how he knew Natsuru's name, I glanced over at her. "Yeah?" she replied, perking up.

The man flung the chloroform rag at her, which she expertly caught. "Piss yourself through your spats all over Akiko's head!"

"You got it!" Natsuru got on the table in front of me and squatted down, then pushed my head underneath her crotch before cheerfully wetting herself, her urine leaking all through her spandex and over my head, using my hair as a makeshift towel for absorbing her piss.

"Nice! Now knock yourself out! Don't think I'll use you as a rapedoll, though - I already did that here, in the school hall, at Akiko's place, on a bus, on a riverbank... I kind of got hooked on **** you for a few days straight, actually. It's your damn fault your **** body is so sexy! Anyway, just do it, I'll toss you in the dumpster or something after and watch the garbage truck collect you. Sound good?"

"Oh, sure, collect away!" she replied, none of that trivia about being a rapedoll seeming to mean anything to her, completely accepting that a stranger had suddenly demoted her from social bee and national-grade track star at her high school to imminently unwanted, human-sized, worthless trash. She promptly stuck the rag over her mouth and inhaled deeply, upon which her consciousness blinked out like a light and she slumped sideways right then and there, no hesitance whatsoever about drugging herself because a random man told her to.

I extricated myself from Natsuru's now-heavy legs, slightly irritated by having to wipe her piss away from my eyes, her defenseless body just pointlessly sleeping there on the whims of a man who felt like discarding her for no reason.

From behind himself, the man whipped out a speculum clearly swiped from the nurse's storeroom. "Science class! You automatically pass your midterms or whatever if you do this! Just take whatever you can think of, doesn't matter if it makes sense or has value to you, and shove it inside your Oora-sensei's uterus - don't worry, her baby sack is hungry to swallow anything, no matter what! I actually plugged a hose into it one time after I found the gardening club, and man, was her belly ready to stretch for it. I almost feel bad it was water instead of cum, so..."

The man trailed off reminiscing about some scene that sounded absurd on the face of it, and roughly slid the speculum into Oora-sensei's naked cunt, then cranked it open until you could see all the way to the back. Exposed to the open air, her cervix lightly squished open and shut, like it understood the man wanted everyone to fit whatever we could find inside it, and was glad to comply.

"Alright, go! I'll start!"

With that, our impromptu class project began. Looking around ourselves, we slowly began to take up random things to insert like improvised sex toys into our homeroom teacher's defenseless uterus, meant for its biological purpose of making babies but clearly about to be clogged up with all sorts of random junk instead. For his part, the man brought out a full gallon jug of milky white fluid, then tipped it against Oora-sensei's pried-open slit, before thinking.

"One sec."

With plenty of room to reach a few fingers in thanks to the speculum, he grabbed at the entrance to our teacher's excitedly twitching womb, then yanked on it, steadily pulling it up, unwinding and removing the speculum as he **** her womb out, where it settled softly in its entirety, resting atop her entrance. Now that it was out, he teased the speculum into the cervix at the top of her baby sack, then ferociously wound it open, the cervical ring yawning along with it with absolutely no complaint.

Now healthily prolapsed and sitting comfortably open on top of her, Oora-sensei's baby sack resembled a literal open, fleshy sack, into which the man judiciously poured his jug of dubious fluid - I'd only seen a little porn, but was that all semen? - straight in. As promised, it seemed to stretch, not letting a drop spill as he poured, instead receding its bottom back through her **** cunt's walls, like our homeroom teacher was no more than a container of spare space, her belly area beginning to bulge slightly as her flexible womb stretched back in and allowed the cum to occupy her, distending her internals around it.

"There! Damn, it took time getting everyone in the train station bathroom to cum inside this, but now all that cum has a nice new home swimming inside some random teacher's pussy."

We followed suit, dropping in random objects as we felt. Nobody tried anything we couldn't describe as small, but among the things that went into the sea of semen swimming about inside her were an eraser, someone's freshly worn sock, a pair of glasses, an energy bar wrapper, a crumpled printout, a bracelet, a pair of wadded-up briefs, some lace panties, a couple sealed condoms... at the end, someone even dropped an entire phone in.

...And that was it. The man unwound the speculum, then stomped with his bare foot on Oora-sensei's still-twitching baby sack, so lively it seemed like it found ecstasy from being filled up with arbitrary everyday items. With a rough few steps, he **** her womb back into her deceptively generous slit, until she was back in a normal physical state again, lying on the floor **** but just about beginning to stir, her reproductive chamber filled with our classmates' clothings, belongings and trash.

Speaking of. "Hey, Akiko. Think you can carry your trash girlfriend down?"

"I can, but she's not my girlfr..."

"Great, do it." The bell rang, signaling everyone to file out for 3rd period, but I stayed behind to pick up Natsuru's sleeping form. Wow, she didn't go light on breathing that in... I brought her over to the man, who'd kicked Oora-sensei in her side a few more times to successfully wake her.

Groggily, she stood up, thrown off-balance at first by the weight of her womb repurposed as a cumtank wastebin on a sheer whim. "Um..."

"Follow me, you exhibitionist pervert! And you, Akiko."

Oora-sensei staggered after him puzzledly, and I followed suit with my marked-for-trash best friend Natsuru in my arms. We made our way down to the ground floor, thinking nothing of how my homeroom teacher had been fully permissive of being a human wastebin even while ****, then through the corridors, and finally out through to to the back.

This was where the school's giant wheeled bins sat. "Well, remember what I wanted to do, Akiko?"

"Toss her in the dumpster and watch the garbage truck collect her?"

"So you do it."

"Uh, OK." Giving no further thought to the fact I was throwing my best friend into the pile of black garbage sacks to be scooped up by the municipal district and taken away as no more than refuse, I lifted her up and sloughed her over the edge of the open metal container, where Natsuru, an item of trash, landed inside with a dull thud. "Natsuru's in."

"Who's Natsuru? Is that the name you gave to that trash you just threw out? I know she's lived 18 whole years of life and all, but it doesn't really matter, I don't need to respect her as a person? She's just some highschool girl born for me to play with - there's no reason she can't be garbage bound for the landfill or whatever any less than she can be a human with rights. In fact, I say she never was a human with rights, she was just a trashbag attending school that you sometimes fucked. It's that easy, see?"

"I... guess? But I never fucked her..."

"Hey, don't argue with me. Nothing says I should think you have human rights either, right? I'm only treating you like a person out of respect for how much fun I've had with you, Akiko. You should be thankful I'm throwing away your girlfriend, actually. Come on, thank me!"

"...Thank you for throwing away my girlfriend?" I confusedly answered. "But she's not... actually, whatever."

Now that I'd successfully tossed out my best friend of years, who'd apparently been completely inconsequential trash all along waiting until legal adulthood to be disposed as waste, the man turned to a mostly sobered-up Oora-sensei.

"Climb in yourself. Go on, get in the dumpster and wait to be scooped up along with your slutty ace athelete of a student. It's not gonna affect anything, right?"

She coughed, clearing her throat and nursing her swollen belly. "Actually, it would leave a void each in the school's faculty and track and field roster, which would disrupt several class arrangements and render the school unable to compete, not to mention the missing persons..."

"Whatever, I don't give a shit, if you could see inside your womb right now you'd be stunned by all the junk in there. In fact, you're not human either, you're a literal walking trashbag. Go on, get your exhibitionist pussy trashbag in the dumpster - you've got garbage inside you to throw out. Oh, and I don't care if you have a husband or arrangements or whatever, you're not part of the school anymore and don't need to care. Your sole purpose is being a living condom smart enough to ditch itself once used, OK?"

"I see. I'll climb in the waste disposal and join my ex-student as living, biologically human unwanted items. Thank you for the clarification," she replied diplomatically, before heaving herself up over the lip of the bin and flopping in.

"And that's that," the man replied, putting his hands on his hips and proudly beaming. "The truck should be here to collect them aaaany second... there!"

He pushed both of us out of the way for the garbage truck to back into the schoolyard. Once the frame at the rear securely grabbed the bin that was Natsuru and Oora-sensei's temporary new home, we watched as their entire container was tipped into the back of the truck, their waiting bodies only briefly visible before landing inside along with the black refuse sacks they were equivalent to, despite having lived entire lives rich with experience up to this point.

Working its way through the rest of the bins steadily, it wasn't long before it pulled away. I stood there, nonchalantly seeing off the two items of garbage I used to know surprisingly well. At least they'd both agreed to the man designating them as garbage.

"You know, that was kinda fun. I wonder what it's like to throw somebody out WITHOUT making them garbage, now. What if I **** you to just dump yourself in there, Akiko? You know, treat you as a garbage human, fling you in and brush my hands off because that's still all you're really worth after your rights. Kind of weird cruelty, I know, but just tossing girls away like that gets me hard for some reason."

"I mean... I guess, but the truck just left."

"Oh, yeah. Tomorrow, then."

"It only comes today."

"Yeah, you're right. Anyway, get in the dumpster and be ready to spend the night."

"I... thought you said tomorrow?" I said, approaching and beginning to climb up anyhow as he observed with his arms folded.

"Nah, I just remembered you're a pissrag, right? You got the bladder juice from that crumpled-up track athelete all over your head. Only makes sense I have to throw the rest of you out with it, right? Gotta clean up your messes ASAP to be hygienic."

"I guess."

"See ya, Akiko." The man waved goodbye to me as I clambered in and dropped with a thud to the bottom of the pitch-black dumpster that stank of old trash and grime, leaving me to lie there in simple wait. Presumably, the bin would fill up over the coming days as they buried me beneath any refuse bags they disposed of. I thought to myself how it was a shame I'd just missed collection alongside the two other females we'd thrown out, but I supposed some fault laid with me for not being prudent enough about the undesired spill that I'd mopped up...