She poops

Emily’s laughter echoed off the office walls, sharp and merciless. “Oh my god, you actually peed yourself!” she crowed, her fingers still twisted in the principal’s skirt. Ms. Sinclair’s breath came in shallow gasps, her entire body rigid with humiliation.

Then it happened again—a hot, helpless pressure low in her belly, her muscles betraying her completely. A thick, unmistakable warmth spread between her thighs as her panties sagged under the weight of her shame.