One down, seven more to go Thought Marissa as she eyed the cowering shrunken students stranded on her desk. Her eyes focused on them like a cat deciding which cornered mouse to eat first. If she could, shed probably purr with the anticipation and excitement she felt for the coming event.
She looked down and noticed that one student stood out. A young man with a beanie and long sleeve shirt. Though he looked scared, he also looked determined as he stood in front and protected the remaining frightened girls. Marissa recognized him instantly as
Alex Richards Her voice boomed down to the microns below. Any resolve and determination the boy might have held instantly crumbled as she came to his knees at hearing his name spoken You were the one talking in class with you friend
The possibilities of different and alternate dimensions if I recall correctly
The boy, just like the rest, just the dozens if not hundreds who had come before him, broke down with weeping apologies at his crimes. Promising never to do them again If only he was given a second chance. She had heard them all before but never grew tired of watching once proud and arrogant teenagers being broken and shown how weak they truly are.
Im going to grant you your wish The teacher voice shook the shrunken teenagers, vibrating through their small bodies as if they were jello. The boy looked up in happiness and joy, until
Im going to send you to another dimension
Her finger came towards the group. The boy quickly got up and in shear fear ran towards the edge of the table. He leapt off but his fallowing body wasnt quick enough to avoid the approaching finger. Marissa index finger collided with the tiny speck of a human and, to the amazement and fear of the group, his body erupted in a pure white light. His for now just a sparkling form connect to their captures finger. Marissa brought the finger up to her abdomen and poked it causing the light to be sucked into her skin.
There she said finally if he wants to experience another dimension, he can navigate the world of my colon and a truly microscopic size. If he can survive long enough then Ill let him live. But I doubt hell be able to evade and fight against the horrors that dwells deep within my bowels. Maybe I should absorb his soul so he can experience the adventure for all eternity She gave a slight giggle as she thought to herself about the possibility before turning back to the children.
Now, onto the next round of games. The question is, though, who to choose. Ou all look so fun and frightened, hmm She then began to play Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Finally, her mighty eyes landed on the quivering form of
Chris Chipper
Youre the one who refused to run in gym class. I can see why, if I was a little chubster boy like you Id probably find it hard to move as well. Of course, I would never let myself get that way.
Its hard, Im sorry! I can only run for a short time! I sweat and chaff and I find it hard to breathe! If you let me go, I promise to try harder. Ill exercise at every opportunity. Just please dont kill me! The fat boy screamed up at her, tears rolling down his face as his knees shook in terror, threatening to fall under his weight.
Oh, silly little boy, dont worry
Im going to give you ample opportunity to prove that to me
She then once again bent over and picked something up from under her desk. Rather than a large glass jar, this thing more resembled a plastic bed pan. She placed it on the floor and turned back around facing the frightened boy.
Lets get started, shall we
As if taking que from the previous fellow, Chris Chipper made a run for the side of the desk. However, because of his weight, he didnt make it anywhere near the edge before the giant hand of Miss Mayweather came down from the heavens and swooped him up, bringing him to her face. He continued screaming and writhing as she dropped him into the centre of the clear, round plastic container. The then turned around and slowly brought her behind down towards him. The tiny boy experienced a horrifying sight as Miss Mayweathers cheeks gradually parted, revealing her winking asshole. Still smeared with small flakes of shit from her previous game. Of course, that small amount of shit would be enough to cover his entire body in the brown sludge. The light within the container quickly faded until there was only faint light coming from some exposed areas around Marissas butt and hips.
The container he was trapped within was much smaller than the one Anita was trapped within. But to Chris and his ź inch form, it was still larger than an airport, and the ass above him, the size of a small comet. A comet threatening to come down and crush his tiny form. He couldnt help but collapse under his own fear, staring up with wide eyes as her anus started to part.
Youre in detention because you refused to run during gym class. I think you simply lacked sufficient motivation. I hope this-Marissa grunted heavily Will be motivation enough
Chris stared, wide eyed and horrified as the crown of a giant turd started peeking out of Miss Mayweathers increasingly expanding anus. The thing kept increasing in diameter until the lump of waste was at least wider than 2 cars were long. Chris couldnt imagine how long the giant snake was going to be. And just like a predatory snake, the humungous mass started slithering down towards him as Marissas gut pushed harder and harder.
Chris got off his feet and started running as hard as he could towards the edge of the container, not knowing what he was doing but hoping that if he ran long enough than he would be safe. There was a giant tremor which knocked him of his feet, causing him to slam face first into the cold, hard plastic ground. Looking behind him, he saw the snake had rammed into the ground and the huge, brown body was now slowly falling towards him as Miss Mayweather pushed more and more out. He got off his feet and ran once more.
Looking behind himself once more, he saw that the falling body was quickly catching up with him. If he didnt change his direction then he would soon be squashed flat by this womans bowel movement. Making a decision, he quickly took a 90 degree turn and began running towards the left, hoping that coiling mass would continue on its path.
Oh, trying to outsmart me little one? Thinking that youll be able to escape my falling poop if you change direction? What if I do this, though? Marissa then twisted her body and tilted her hips. To Chriss horror, the coil had now changed direction and was once again making its way towards him.
The fat boy could feel the pains in his chest as he continued to try and outrun the falling mass but knew that if he slowed down then he would surely be crushed. He had at most ten seconds before he became a small speck of dirt in the swirling bowel movement of Miss Mayweather. Not being able to think straight and figure out how to survive, he took another quick left turn. But Miss Mayweather was ahead of him and already knew his tactic and turned her body to compensate for his change in direction.
Too slow, little man. I win With that, Marissa clenched her sphincter and allowed the massive turd to fall into the container.
The plan was for the long, wet, long of shit to land right on top of Chris and crush him flat. However, through divine intervention or a cruel jokes by the gods, the shit landed next to Chris instead. The shockwave and air pressure of it slamming into the ground sending him flying several feet. For the tiny boy, this seemed like a blessing, until he saw the torturous results of this act. The end of the turd had landed on top of the start of the turd, creating a small donut of crap. The walls of which were several metres high compared to Chris and the smell and heat emanating from his now apparent prison was intense.
Oh, dear me Marissa said with a laugh as she looked between the legs at the unfortunate scenario Chris had been placed in You look absolutely exhausted. Well, you know your breathing would be better if you ran more. Bet you wished you put exercise as a higher priority, huh? But I suppose even if you were an expert runner it would still be rather difficult to breathe in the toxic fumes coming off of that crap. You dont even have the defensive spell Anita had. Hmm
I wonder how shes doing
The teacher pondered for a few seconds on the fate of her previous victim. Whether she had succumbed to the mass of faeces consuming her or if she was still in agonizing pain. She shrugged and forgot about it, instead turning to her current captive
Well, I think thats enough of a break. Time for you second exercise training: Climbing. I want you to climb those walls of poop for me. And if you need more incentive, well its coming right now
The giant teacher gave another series of grunts. Chris looked up, his face sweaty and his breathing ragged as she saw a larger and far firmer turd making its way out of her colon. The giant walls around him were only soft turds, easy to push out. But this. This was a true turd. One that took full effort to push out and looked as if it were the as wide as a semitrailer was long. Thats right, its width looked the length of a full scale truck. The full scale of Chriss sized dawned on him once more. Just how small he actually was. He was nothing. Practically dust.
I say you have less than a minute before this *grunt* little turd comes down and crushes you *grunt* flat Miss Mayweather said as her face turned slightly red.
Chris quickly turned and began attempting to climb the brown wall. His hands sinking into the gooey mass as if he were climbing a wall of mud. In his frantic endeavours as he was scaling the mound, his foot slid causing him to slide down and create a semi avalanche of shit which covered his lower legs. His entire front was now covered in the brown filth. He could smell and taste the disgusting substance and almost found it hard to see as the muck got in his eyes. He couldnt event remove it since his hands and arms were covered in the same muck.
He looked at his hands and body. The realization of what he was covered in. The smell, the warmth. The squishy feeling. No matter what he did he could get the little human waste off of himself. He would have fainted if he didnt have the sudden and uncontrollable urge to vomit, unfortunately getting more of the filth in him mouth.
Cant you even climb some poop? Maybe your climbing wouldnt be so bad if you participated in PE more, hmm? Well, you better hurry, unless youve resigned yourself to being collateral damage of a womans bowel movement. Honestly, it might be the highest achievement in your life. Lazy people dont tend of achieve much on their. Here, let me help you With that, the descent of the turd continued.
Chris laid defeated. Bruised. Battered. And shamed. He was wondering if it would have just been better to let her take him out. But then, a fire broke out inside of him to prove her wrong. To prove that he was better than her. Or at least her shit. He was going to win her little game. And expose her for what she was.
Getting up, he rammed his hands into the shit wall, and yanked himself up. He climbed with renew determination as he pulled harder and harder. Going faster and faster, until finally he reach the top, just in time as well. As his feet crossed the edge and made it back onto steady land the massive turd flew passed him, landing with a tremendous *thud* on the plastic container floor. Chris actually fell over as the shockwave knocked him off of his feet. Turning around, he looked in awe at the giant, erect monolith, 100 times bigger than he was tall. A truly marvellous sight, he thought at first, until he remembered what he was looking at: A regular, old turd. One that almost killed him.
Sliding down the other side of the shit wall, Chris looked up into the sky and saw that he was no longer under the arsehole. If he could get to the edge then hed be able to avoid any more attacks from his psychotic teacher. As he made his way to the unscaleable plastic wall in the distance he heard a thunderous giggle coming from the heavens. He didnt like the sounds of that but kept moving anyway.
Oh, think that youll be able to avoid me if you simply hide on the outskirts? Is that your usual tactic when doing sports? Wait on the side lines for the period to be over? I thought you were going to show me that youre now dedicated to exercise and you were going to prove to me that youd changed. But first chance you get
She sighs in a fake attempt at disappointment. Well, that wont work, buster! You arent getting out of my PE class
Suddenly, she started grunting again and repositioned her butt so she wasnt directly over the centre anymore. Several airy farts erupted from her bowels, sending Chris flying several meters before ending. Then more shit came rupturing outwards. But this wasnt hard or even soft crap. It was pure diarrhoea. A waterfall of runny, liquid shit flowing onto the plastic container floor and spreading out. Chris looked on in horror as the wave of crap quickly started rushing towards him. If he continued to head for the wall then he would be surely consumed once it got to him. His only chance was to seek refuge on her bowel movement island.
He dashed as quickly as he could. The pains in his chest growing heavier and more prominent. His legs feeling like thick weights of lead. His sweat mixing his the shit on his face, causing it to run down his skin and into his mouth and eyes and nose. Everything about this situation was hell. Terrifying, painful and humiliating hell that he couldnt escape.
Well, you were so against running. Maybe youd prefer a nice swim. Are you more of a swimmer, Chris?
He was almost there. He had almost made it. He. Just. Needs. To. Run. Faster.
The waves of liquid shit collided with Chriss back, completely knocking him off his feet and running over his, submerging him in a liquid tomb. The diarrhoea crashed into the side of the poop island, creating a small swamp surrounding the stack of human waste. It was only about half a centimetre deep but it was still taller than the shrunken boy was.
Marissa looked down between her legs, quickly reeling back from the smell.
Geez, that is one hell of a potent smell. Surprised you didnt die from that alone. But I suppose youre gone now. I guess swimming wasnt your forte either. Isnt there anything you can did?
She looked down in satisfaction, seeing tiny air bubbles desperately try and escape to the surface above where she knew Chris was buried. She wondered how long he would last until a hand shot out from the swamp. After the hand came a head which screamed as it breathed in fresh air. It turned out Chris was alive after all.
The shrunken boy, now blind from the filth covering his entire body, found the wall of shit and quickly pulled himself out of the brown liquid. It was hard before when he was simply trying to climb the wall to escape the falling waste. But now he was tired and weighed down by the shit that was covering his entire body. He looked like some kind of mud monster with no part of his actual body visible.
Oh, try harder! Marissa gave mock encouragement You can do it! Climb out of my poop and onto my other poop! This is a real achievement for you. Harder than youve ever worked before, Im sure
The boy finally made it onto the dry land where he promptly collapsed. The liquid waste slowly coming off of him as he wiped it away from his face, allowing him to breathe better and actually see. He would do anything at this point to make this all end. And as if the demoness above him could read his mind, she spoke.
Hey, you look pretty beat down there She said with false care Do you need a rest? Or maybe you want our little game to be over? Well, Ive got good news. You simply have one last trial to got through and if you pass it then youll go free. All you have to do is eat a handful of waste thats surrounding you. Just pick up a large chunk, shove it in your mouth, chew, chew, chew and swallow and youll be free. It cant be worse then what youve already ea- Oh, god. What are you doing?
Before the teacher could even finish her taunt, the fat boy had picked up some waste and was shovelling it into his mouth, swallowing large mouthfuls at a time. The teacher instantly started bursting out laughing, not only at the levels that shed driven her latest victim to, but at the readiness he was willing to defile himself and lower his character to such depraved and degenerate actions.
Well, Im sorry to say there might be no helping you, little dung beetle. Im ashamed to admit it, but even my training methods could improve your pathetic character. Best to put you out of your misery. And I think I have just enough ammunition left in the trunk to do so
Chris spat the shit out and looked up in horror. In the back of his mind he always knew that he was never going to survive today. But having it confirmed to him was still a terrifying blow. In panicky fear, he jumped to his feet and began running. He still didnt know where he was going to run to but simply didnt know what to do.
Suddenly, the ground underneath him collapsed and he fell through an air pocket with was contained within the wall of crap he was running along. Looking up, the ledge was at least half a head higher than his arms could reach and his legs were slowly sinking into the warm and squishy mass beneath him. Not only that, but high above him, in the hellish heavens above, the arsehole was situated directly above his current position.
His legs continued sinking until he was up to his knees as he watched the opening of the anus and the exit of one last turd. The turd that was going to decide his fate. He continued sinking as the turd very slowly creeped out, almost as if it was getting ready to pounce.
I hope youre ready Miss Mayweather said This is going to be a high speed cannon
Chris was now up to his waist in waste, his hands clawing at the wall as the turd above him continued to exit until finally. BOOM. The hard turd nugget shot out of the young womans butthole at high speeds. Chris couldnt even blink before the mass collided with his hole, completely crushing him and seeling his corpse inside. There was absolutely no evidence that he ever existed within this container. His body would be flushed down the toilet, contained with a single turd.
Marissa got up and slid the plastic bowl over to the desk, putting it next to the glass container holding the dead? Body of Anita.
She once again looked down at the scared faces of the teenagers, deciding which to choose next.
Giantess World
Author's Chapter Notes:
This is the second chapter of the commission that I'm doing.
It contains a LOT of scat material.
if that's not your thing then don't read.
It contains a LOT of scat material.
if that's not your thing then don't read.
Chapter End Notes:
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