Not even close

Brianna approached the building, and tried to open the door. Unfortunately for her it was locked. The athletic blonde started to panic, as another stinky fart left her toned ass. Kicking the door in frustration, she looked around for a different solution. She spotted the porta potty, which was exclusively used by the football team. No self respecting girl would ever be caught dead in there due to the terrible condition the jocks left it in. Weighing her options, another wet fart made up her mind. She started sprinting back towards the porta potty, which was located between the soccer and football fields.

"Hey Brianna, having a little trouble over there," one of her teammates taunted.

"Fuck you," Brianna screamed as she ran past with her hand pressed firmly against her ass.

The bitchy blonde reached the toilet, but unfortunately the lock was red; indicating it was currently being used.

"Fucking hurry up," Brianna yelled as she pounded on the door.

"Hey Bri," a voice came from behind her.

Much to Brianna's horror, the voice came from her crush, Jake Matthews, the starting quarterback. He wore a sleeveless shirt and shorts, as today was one of their no pad days. Brianna could melt away, as she stared deep into his blue eyes.

"Someone's looking good," Jake said as he approached her.

"Right back at you," Brianna said twirling her hair.

"Maybe after practice we can finish up where we left off last night," Jake said, as he grabbed her ass.

Brianna clinched her cheeks with all her might. This was her dream coming true, but the rumbling in her bowels was making this hell.

"We might just have to do that," Brianna said in a seductive voice, as her fingers danced across Jake's muscular chest.

At that moment the blonde's bowel control gave way, and an audible fart followed by a short squirt filled her shorts.

"Bri did you just shit yourself," Jake asked in disgust, as he smelt his now soiled hand.

"I um well you see um," Brianna stuttered, her face turning scarlet. "Fuck hurry up," she said pounding again at the plastic bathroom

Just then the door opened, and out stepped one of the fat offensive linemen.

"Jesus, here you go bitch," he said.

Brianna quickly step through the door before being hit by a wall of stench. "My god, what the fuck did you do in here," she gagged.

"Well at least I got mine in the toilet," the linemen smiled seeing the stain on the back of Brianna's shorts. Her face if possible went even redder.

The man stopped time before Brianna was able to lock the door. He stepped inside, and began undressing the captain. First he took off her top, exposing her small yet firm breasts. Next came her shorts, which revealed her trimmed blonde landing strip and a now brown stained ass. With the bitch completely naked, the man spotted the mountain of shit in the toilet. Getting another idea he tipped the porta potty over, so that it would fall to the ground on the closed door. Going back to his spot the man restarted time

A loud scream emanated from the fallen porta potty. Water and worse started leaking from every crack.

"Ahhhhhh someone help me," a scream echoed from the toilet.

Jake sat back stunned before jumping into action. With all his might he rolled the porta potty over, so the exit was no longer blocked.

Out crawled a naked unrecognizable Brianna; shit covered from head to toe. Her once beautiful blonde locks were now a dark shade of brown, which matched the rest of her filth covered body.

Jake tentatively grabbed Brianna's hand helping her to her feet. The entire girl's soccer team was rolling around with laughter, while the fat offensive lineman looked on with a big grin. Tears welled up in Brianna's eyes, as she looked at Jake. Then as if the gods had conspired against her, the laxative fully kicked in. With a loud fart, shit started flowing from her ass with an impressive amount of ****.

The naked poop covered bitch took off running; diarrhea leaving a trail of her path.

The man just laughed at the most recent karmic justice he provided. "Katie was really going to enjoy this one. Two down five to go," he thought, wondering how to possibly top this.