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Kerri was pleased when the bell rang to end detention. There was no mistaking that. But as the tall and pretty brunette picked up her books and trudged dejectedly to her locker, she certainly wasn’t looking forward to what was coming next. The walk itself was uncomfortable. Under her tight-fitting jeans, her panties clung even tighter to her shapely behind. But somehow her panties still seemed to bulge outward a bit all the while still feeling like they were glued to her butt. Such was the consequence of doing what Kerri had done in school today. As she got to her locker and exchanged her books and got her jacket, she felt embarrassed and ashamed as well as disgusted. She thought for a moment about wrapping her jacket around he waist to hid what she’d done, but then she thought better of that. What difference did it make now, she thought to herself, everybody already knew about it.
As Kerri closed her locker and started making her way to the parking lot, she could feel the mess spreading worse with every step she took. She walked bowlegged at first, hoping not to spread the mess too bad, but once again, she realized that it made little difference. It was a big mess and it was already spread pretty bad. It was enough to make her panties and her jeans bulge outward while at that the same time the smeared mess caused her panties to cling to her backside like they had been glued on. She could feel the worst of it, though, right down the center of her panties. The expression “load in your pants” was never more applicable to anyone than it was to Kerri today. And there was still so much of it wedged in the crack of her behind that it would be hard to tell where her messy behind ended and where her messy panties began. This was like the wedgie of a lifetime, but it was so much worse than that. Kerri was pretty, well-liked and popular. But still they snickered and laughed as she walked through the hallway like that. She, of course, wanted to get out of there, but she dreaded what was coming next. She also had to pee quite badly (or urinate, as she was supposed to say), but she wasn’t about to go to the girls’ room and do it in this condition. She was lucky (at least so far) not to have wet her pants in addition to messing in them.
As the poor girl exits the school, she sees her mother’s car in the parking lot. The school had phoned her mom to tell her what happened and to tell her that Kerri would be needing a ride home after detention today. Kerri dreads having to face her mom worst of all, but it’s not like she’s getting home otherwise. As she slowly trudges toward the parking lot -- much like someone walking to the gallows -- Kerri tries to think up some excuse for what she did. But no excuse is forthcoming -- at least not one that will satisfy Kerri’s mom.
“Kerri Lynn Stevenson!” her mother exclaims as Kerri approaches the car. “Is this the kind of call that I have to get from the Vice-Principal?” she asks Kerri rhetorically, “I get a call telling me my daughter pooped in her pants in school today.” “I mean, you kind of suspect that your daughter might get a detention now and then,” she rants on to Kerri, “But it’s not like you expect that it could be for pooping in her pants IN HIGH SCHOOL!” Kerri really has nothing she can say in response -- even she has a hard time understanding how this could have happened. Mom yells at Kerri to turn around so that she can see it. It hasn’t really leaked through at all, but the bulge in the seat of her tight jeans in unmistakable. “Shame on you!” mom yells at her, shaking her head in disgust, “Shame on you for doing that at your age!” Kerri, already fighting back tears, loses that fight at hearing her mother’s harsh words.
She orders Kerri to get a towel from the trunk so she can sit down without soiling the car seat. It’s a solid enough mess that it isn’t leaking through to Kerri’s jeans at all, but mom is not taking any chances with her car seats. “You’d better not soil that car seat, young lady,” Kerri is warned. She carefully sits down in her mother’s car, grimacing as she feels the mess flatten even worse in her pants. It’s not that it makes the mess any worse -- that would be pretty much impossible with so much already sticking to her behind -- it’s just that now she’s actually sitting in the mess. She’s feeling not only what was already sticking to her backside but she’s now sitting in the entire load contained in her panties. It feels like it’s a very solid load, though (the kind of mess that stays in a girl’s panties), and she doesn’t really fear soiling her mom’s car seat. Still, the shame that Kerri is feeling as a high school junior sitting in her mom’s car in soiled panties is just indescribable.
“Imagine getting a call from the school Vice-Principal,” her mom once again yells at Kerri, “Imagine getting a call telling you that your high school aged daughter messed in her panties like a toddler.” She asks her daughter how it happened. But Kerri really has nothing to say. The usually outgoing junior beauty just wants to crawl into a hole and disappear. “How did it happen, Kerri?” her mom yells again, this time raising her voice a bit more than before. “I don’t know, mom -- It just happened,” Kerri turns and tells her mom as the tears really fall. “It didn’t just happen,” her mother tells her, sternly but calmly, “It doesn’t just happen that a girl your age messes in her panties like that.” Kerri, of course, knows very well how it happened but it’s the last thing she wants to talk about. There’s no way that her mom would accept an excuse for this and any excuse that she would try to give would surely only make it worse. “It’s obviously not diarrhea -- You’re obviously not sick,” her mother lectures her, “How does a girl your age NOT manage to make it to the toilet in time.” “There’s just no excuse for something like this,” her mom tells her, shaking her head, “There is simply no excuse for this.” Kerri knows that’s exactly the point. She’s between a rock and a hard place now. Whatever explanation she could possibly give would sound like nothing more than a feeble excuse on her part. She doesn’t want to think about it, but in her heart she knows her mom is right -- there really was no excuse for this.
“It’s was my fault, mom,” Kerri tells her, hoping that contrition and taking responsibility for what she’s done will go a long way with her mom. “Of course, it’s your own fault,” her mom admonishes her, “It’s obviously your fault.” “Who else’s fault could it possibly be when a girl your age has an accident like this?” her mom asks, obviously rhetorically. As the seemingly interminable ride home continues, mom continues to lecture and shame her errant daughter. “Shame on you, Kerri,” she yells at her, “Just shame on you.” “Obviously, you’re avoiding using the bathrooms at school again,” she lectures Kerri, “I thought we dealt with this little problem of yours back in middle school.” “You need to be using the bathrooms in school when those needs arise -- even when it’s a bowel movement,” mom continues, “You know you can’t be trying to just hold it in until you get home.” But Kerri assures her mom that she does do her bowel movements at school when she needs to. “Well, if you went at school when you needed to, you wouldn’t have a mess in your underwear now, would you?” her mom angrily fires back. “Don’t tell me you weren’t trying to hold it in today,” she yells at Kerri, “That’s how accidents like this happen -- it’s when you don’t go to the bathroom when you need to and you try to hold it in too long.”
As mom continues to angrily lecture Kerri, they finally arrive at home. Mom is so angry that the car tire hits the curb as they pull into the driveway. The jolt reminds Kerri of how much she needs to pee. A pretty substantial squirt escapes and hits her panties and she must clamp down hard to stop it from getting worse. Kerri is pretty confident that she hasn’t soiled her mother’s car seat or even the towel she’s sitting on. The last thing she wants to do now is wet either of them with her pee. Carefully stepping out of the car, Kerry is pleased to see that not even the towel is soiled. But she feels another strong surge from her bladder and she’s frozen in place trying to maintain control of herself. She wonders if she should just let go -- she figures she’s soiled so bad already, what difference would wetting herself make -- but Kerri wisely thinks better of that. She’s thinking it would make a difference to her mom and her mom is mad enough already. Mom sees Kerri standing there.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” mom asks her, “Get upstairs to the bathroom and take care of yourself.” “And don’t for a minute think you’re just taking a shower and throwing your underwear away,” mom tells her, “You’re going to wipe yourself the regular way and you’re definitely going to be cleaning out your panties.” Kerri certainly doesn’t like hearing that but then again, it’s nothing she didn’t expect. As Kerri trudges up the front walk, moms sees that distinctive bright yellow piece of paper in her hand. “Is that for me?” she asks Kerri, “Is that your Violation Report from the TVPC?” Kerry nods her head and hands it her mom.
As Kerri heads up the stairs to the bathroom, she’s once again frozen in her tracks by her surging bladder. She feels another squirt of pee escape before she clamps it off. Her mother recognizes the pained expression on her daughter’s face. “You still have to go, don’t you?” she asks her daughter, but it’s more of an accusation than a question, “You’re still holding some more in, aren’t you?” “It’s only pee,” Kerri then mumbles, “I really have to pee.” “Well, get on the toilet!” her mom yells, pointing over to the toilet. “So now you’re holding in pee, too?” her mom asks, “It’s not bad enough that you hold in your bowel movements at school, now you’re holding in your pee, too?” Kerri starts to answer, but she realizes that her mom’s larger concern is her getting on the toilet before she wets her pants, too. And consequently, it’s Kerri’s larger concern as well.
But Kerri isn’t even sure how to get onto the toilet now. Nor does she want her mom to see her in the bathroom when she does. But mom is not going anywhere. She tells Kerri to take off her jeans first and mom helps her daughter step out of them. As mom hangs the jeans over the shower rod, Kerri just stands there in her badly soiled panties. “Well, those panties are going to take themselves down,” her mom then tells her. She definitely doesn’t want to pull them down in front of her mom, but obviously she has no choice. Grimacing from the disgust as well as the shame -- and still trying to hold in pee, as well -- Kerri starts pulling down her panties. The mess in them is smeared so badly that she just about has to peel them off her backside. As she starts to lower them, she tries to avoid getting the mess on her legs, but some of it does anyway. As she carefully maneuvers the panties down below her thighs, she’s suddenly hit with another intense surge from her bladder. But this one is stronger than the others. Kerri jumps on the toilet seat just in time as her bladder all but explodes and starts splashing noisily into the toilet water below. Blessed with an above average sized bladder, Kerri just sits and pees while her soiled panties hang shameful at about knee level. A shy girl by nature, she’d normally feel quite embarrassed to be peeing in front of her mom, but that’s the least of her problems now.
While Kerri empties her bladder, her mom has a chance to read Kerri’s Violation Report from the TVPC. “I assume Miss Mars is your gym teacher,” she says, noting that it was Miss Mars who caught Kerri in messy panties that afternoon. “It says here it happened in gym class,” she also notes. Kerri acknowledges that’s all true. “What’s the problem?” she then asks her daughter, “Does Miss Mars not let you use the bathroom before gym class?” “They do have toilets right there in the locker room for you to use, don’t they?” she asks further. “Yes,” Kerri meekly answers. “And, of course, Miss Mars does let you use them, doesn’t she?” mom continues, much in the manner of a cross-examination. “Yes,” Kerri answers once again. “The problem is that you just didn’t use the toilet when you needed to, isn’t it?” mom asks, “The problem is that you don’t like to go at school, so you were just holding it in, isn’t it?” Once again, Kerri is left to answer “yes.” “Well, this is what happens when you don’t go when you need to!” her mom yells at her, raising her voice again, “When you don’t do it in the toilet like you’re supposed to, it ends up coming out in your pants!” “I really thought we put this problem behind you in middle school, Kerri,” her mom lectures her, “I really thought you’d learned to have bowel movements in school when you needed to.” “You’re a junior in high school, Kerri,” her mom angrily reminds her, “I shouldn’t be having to tell you that going in your pants like this is totally unacceptable.” “I don’t care that you don’t like going #2 at school,” the lecture continues, “Sometimes you just have to.”
“But I do go at school,” Kerri suddenly chimes back in her defense, from her position still sitting on the toilet, “I go at school a lot.” “Well, apparently you don’t, Kerri,” her mom interrupts her, “Obviously, you didn’t go today before gym class, did you?” “And now apparently you’re holding it when you have to pee as well,” mom angrily adds. But Kerri insists that she does go at school and quite often it’s “both ways.” “I know I’m too old to be having accidents, mom,” she says, “And I do go at school when I need to -- even #2.” But she also explains that sometimes it’s a matter of which bathroom to use. She tells her mom that she likes the girls’ room up on the 2nd Floor or the one in the Science Wing or in the New Addition. “It’s just that when it’s a #2, I like to do it in one of the better bathrooms upstairs,” she says. “Some bathrooms at school you only pee in,” she tells her mom, “You always want to go upstairs when you have to do more than that.” “And I suppose the girls’ locker room isn’t one of those bathrooms?” her mom asks. “It’s always really gross in there,” she tells her mom, “And the stalls are facing right where the girls are changing so you don’t get much privacy.” Kerri goes on to explain that she had Chemistry next period and was planning to go then. “I was just holding it in to go in the Science Wing girls’ room,” she tells her mom, “I really was going to do it in there, I swear.” Kerri does seem sincere but mom remains skeptical. She finds it hard to believe that Kerri couldn’t hold it in for one period -- even if that period was gym class. She asks her daughter about that. Kerri then reluctantly admits that she had been holding it in through Art Class and lunch period, too. “The Art Room is in the basement and the girls’ room there is the worst in the whole school,” Kerri explains, “There aren’t even any doors on the toilet stalls in there.” “And the girls’ room across from the cafeteria is always crowded because just about everybody pees in there during lunch,” she explains further, “Everybody pees in there but nobody does the other thing -- they just don’t.” Mom is left just shaking her head at her daughter’s explanation. “And that’s what happens when a girl doesn’t go use the toilet when she needs to,” mom yells, pointing to the fully loaded panties hanging at Kerri’s knee,” That’s what happens when a girl tries to hold it in too long.” “And you know what else happens then, Kerri?” her mother asks. “That girl gets to clean up the mess,” her mom then answers her own question.
That is, of course, Kerri’s cue to get started cleaning it all up. Kerri had hoped to have some privacy at least for cleaning herself, but mom isn’t about to let that happen. As far as mom is concerned, the more Kerri is embarrassed by this whole thing, the less likely she’ll be to do it again. The only thing that mom does is to get her 2 more rolls of toilet paper from the hall closet and clean clothes from Kerri‘s room. Obviously, Kerri is going to need a lot of that to wipe herself clean of this mess. Standing up, Kerri and her mom both see that Kerri has left a good bit of smeared mess on the toilet seat. It’s smeared on both sides of the seat and a big glob is caked on the back and against the upturned toilet lid. Kerri already had the mess on her behind and it obviously got transferred to the toilet seat when she sat down. But her mom tells her not to worry about that. “Don’t worry about that now,” Mom tells her matter-of-factly, “You’ll be cleaning the whole bathroom when you’re done.” Mom has Kerri step out her panties and she puts them aside for now.
Kerri is instructed to take the toilet paper and start with cleaning herself. She wads up a thick wad and drags it through the crack of her behind. There’s a huge accumulation of poop smeared there and it overwhelms the toilet paper. Kerri also winds up with a good bit of it on her hand but she can’t worry about that now. She wads up another thick wad and does the same. And then a third wad of toilet paper goes through her behind just like the first two. Both of those also remove a huge accumulation of poop from the crack of Kerri’s behind. But it’s not even that Kerri is actually wiping her behind -- certainly not the way she normally wipes after she uses the toilet. She’s not yet even touching her behind and actually cleaning that yet. So far she’s only removing accumulated caked on mess sticking to and out of her behind. After 3 wipes, her mother instructs her to flush the toilet to avoid clogging it. It’s 3 more wipes and another toilet flush before Kerri is actually touching flesh and actually wiping her behind. It’s another 3 wipes and another toilet flush before the crack of her behind is feeling even close to clean.
Pretty soon, Kerri is finished with her first roll of toilet paper but she’s still far from clean. She’s lost track of the number of wipes and number of toilet flushes by now. She eventually gets the crack of her behind clean, but there’s plenty more still smeared on her butt cheeks and elsewhere that still needs wiping. Working hard, Kerri cleans her butt cheeks next and she then goes to work on the poop smeared on her thighs and even down her legs. There isn’t much poop there, of course -- nothing could match the poop that was accumulated in the crack of her behind -- but, in many ways, it was harder to wipe. Kerri was, of course, quite used to wiping between her butt cheeks, but it wasn’t often that she needed to wipe poop actually ON her butt cheeks. Eventually -- now onto her 3rd roll of toilet paper -- Kerri finishes wiping herself clean of the mess. In the end, Kerri wets some of the toilet paper and uses that to finish the wiping job.
As Kerri closed her locker and started making her way to the parking lot, she could feel the mess spreading worse with every step she took. She walked bowlegged at first, hoping not to spread the mess too bad, but once again, she realized that it made little difference. It was a big mess and it was already spread pretty bad. It was enough to make her panties and her jeans bulge outward while at that the same time the smeared mess caused her panties to cling to her backside like they had been glued on. She could feel the worst of it, though, right down the center of her panties. The expression “load in your pants” was never more applicable to anyone than it was to Kerri today. And there was still so much of it wedged in the crack of her behind that it would be hard to tell where her messy behind ended and where her messy panties began. This was like the wedgie of a lifetime, but it was so much worse than that. Kerri was pretty, well-liked and popular. But still they snickered and laughed as she walked through the hallway like that. She, of course, wanted to get out of there, but she dreaded what was coming next. She also had to pee quite badly (or urinate, as she was supposed to say), but she wasn’t about to go to the girls’ room and do it in this condition. She was lucky (at least so far) not to have wet her pants in addition to messing in them.
As the poor girl exits the school, she sees her mother’s car in the parking lot. The school had phoned her mom to tell her what happened and to tell her that Kerri would be needing a ride home after detention today. Kerri dreads having to face her mom worst of all, but it’s not like she’s getting home otherwise. As she slowly trudges toward the parking lot -- much like someone walking to the gallows -- Kerri tries to think up some excuse for what she did. But no excuse is forthcoming -- at least not one that will satisfy Kerri’s mom.
“Kerri Lynn Stevenson!” her mother exclaims as Kerri approaches the car. “Is this the kind of call that I have to get from the Vice-Principal?” she asks Kerri rhetorically, “I get a call telling me my daughter pooped in her pants in school today.” “I mean, you kind of suspect that your daughter might get a detention now and then,” she rants on to Kerri, “But it’s not like you expect that it could be for pooping in her pants IN HIGH SCHOOL!” Kerri really has nothing she can say in response -- even she has a hard time understanding how this could have happened. Mom yells at Kerri to turn around so that she can see it. It hasn’t really leaked through at all, but the bulge in the seat of her tight jeans in unmistakable. “Shame on you!” mom yells at her, shaking her head in disgust, “Shame on you for doing that at your age!” Kerri, already fighting back tears, loses that fight at hearing her mother’s harsh words.
She orders Kerri to get a towel from the trunk so she can sit down without soiling the car seat. It’s a solid enough mess that it isn’t leaking through to Kerri’s jeans at all, but mom is not taking any chances with her car seats. “You’d better not soil that car seat, young lady,” Kerri is warned. She carefully sits down in her mother’s car, grimacing as she feels the mess flatten even worse in her pants. It’s not that it makes the mess any worse -- that would be pretty much impossible with so much already sticking to her behind -- it’s just that now she’s actually sitting in the mess. She’s feeling not only what was already sticking to her backside but she’s now sitting in the entire load contained in her panties. It feels like it’s a very solid load, though (the kind of mess that stays in a girl’s panties), and she doesn’t really fear soiling her mom’s car seat. Still, the shame that Kerri is feeling as a high school junior sitting in her mom’s car in soiled panties is just indescribable.
“Imagine getting a call from the school Vice-Principal,” her mom once again yells at Kerri, “Imagine getting a call telling you that your high school aged daughter messed in her panties like a toddler.” She asks her daughter how it happened. But Kerri really has nothing to say. The usually outgoing junior beauty just wants to crawl into a hole and disappear. “How did it happen, Kerri?” her mom yells again, this time raising her voice a bit more than before. “I don’t know, mom -- It just happened,” Kerri turns and tells her mom as the tears really fall. “It didn’t just happen,” her mother tells her, sternly but calmly, “It doesn’t just happen that a girl your age messes in her panties like that.” Kerri, of course, knows very well how it happened but it’s the last thing she wants to talk about. There’s no way that her mom would accept an excuse for this and any excuse that she would try to give would surely only make it worse. “It’s obviously not diarrhea -- You’re obviously not sick,” her mother lectures her, “How does a girl your age NOT manage to make it to the toilet in time.” “There’s just no excuse for something like this,” her mom tells her, shaking her head, “There is simply no excuse for this.” Kerri knows that’s exactly the point. She’s between a rock and a hard place now. Whatever explanation she could possibly give would sound like nothing more than a feeble excuse on her part. She doesn’t want to think about it, but in her heart she knows her mom is right -- there really was no excuse for this.
“It’s was my fault, mom,” Kerri tells her, hoping that contrition and taking responsibility for what she’s done will go a long way with her mom. “Of course, it’s your own fault,” her mom admonishes her, “It’s obviously your fault.” “Who else’s fault could it possibly be when a girl your age has an accident like this?” her mom asks, obviously rhetorically. As the seemingly interminable ride home continues, mom continues to lecture and shame her errant daughter. “Shame on you, Kerri,” she yells at her, “Just shame on you.” “Obviously, you’re avoiding using the bathrooms at school again,” she lectures Kerri, “I thought we dealt with this little problem of yours back in middle school.” “You need to be using the bathrooms in school when those needs arise -- even when it’s a bowel movement,” mom continues, “You know you can’t be trying to just hold it in until you get home.” But Kerri assures her mom that she does do her bowel movements at school when she needs to. “Well, if you went at school when you needed to, you wouldn’t have a mess in your underwear now, would you?” her mom angrily fires back. “Don’t tell me you weren’t trying to hold it in today,” she yells at Kerri, “That’s how accidents like this happen -- it’s when you don’t go to the bathroom when you need to and you try to hold it in too long.”
As mom continues to angrily lecture Kerri, they finally arrive at home. Mom is so angry that the car tire hits the curb as they pull into the driveway. The jolt reminds Kerri of how much she needs to pee. A pretty substantial squirt escapes and hits her panties and she must clamp down hard to stop it from getting worse. Kerri is pretty confident that she hasn’t soiled her mother’s car seat or even the towel she’s sitting on. The last thing she wants to do now is wet either of them with her pee. Carefully stepping out of the car, Kerry is pleased to see that not even the towel is soiled. But she feels another strong surge from her bladder and she’s frozen in place trying to maintain control of herself. She wonders if she should just let go -- she figures she’s soiled so bad already, what difference would wetting herself make -- but Kerri wisely thinks better of that. She’s thinking it would make a difference to her mom and her mom is mad enough already. Mom sees Kerri standing there.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” mom asks her, “Get upstairs to the bathroom and take care of yourself.” “And don’t for a minute think you’re just taking a shower and throwing your underwear away,” mom tells her, “You’re going to wipe yourself the regular way and you’re definitely going to be cleaning out your panties.” Kerri certainly doesn’t like hearing that but then again, it’s nothing she didn’t expect. As Kerri trudges up the front walk, moms sees that distinctive bright yellow piece of paper in her hand. “Is that for me?” she asks Kerri, “Is that your Violation Report from the TVPC?” Kerry nods her head and hands it her mom.
As Kerri heads up the stairs to the bathroom, she’s once again frozen in her tracks by her surging bladder. She feels another squirt of pee escape before she clamps it off. Her mother recognizes the pained expression on her daughter’s face. “You still have to go, don’t you?” she asks her daughter, but it’s more of an accusation than a question, “You’re still holding some more in, aren’t you?” “It’s only pee,” Kerri then mumbles, “I really have to pee.” “Well, get on the toilet!” her mom yells, pointing over to the toilet. “So now you’re holding in pee, too?” her mom asks, “It’s not bad enough that you hold in your bowel movements at school, now you’re holding in your pee, too?” Kerri starts to answer, but she realizes that her mom’s larger concern is her getting on the toilet before she wets her pants, too. And consequently, it’s Kerri’s larger concern as well.
But Kerri isn’t even sure how to get onto the toilet now. Nor does she want her mom to see her in the bathroom when she does. But mom is not going anywhere. She tells Kerri to take off her jeans first and mom helps her daughter step out of them. As mom hangs the jeans over the shower rod, Kerri just stands there in her badly soiled panties. “Well, those panties are going to take themselves down,” her mom then tells her. She definitely doesn’t want to pull them down in front of her mom, but obviously she has no choice. Grimacing from the disgust as well as the shame -- and still trying to hold in pee, as well -- Kerri starts pulling down her panties. The mess in them is smeared so badly that she just about has to peel them off her backside. As she starts to lower them, she tries to avoid getting the mess on her legs, but some of it does anyway. As she carefully maneuvers the panties down below her thighs, she’s suddenly hit with another intense surge from her bladder. But this one is stronger than the others. Kerri jumps on the toilet seat just in time as her bladder all but explodes and starts splashing noisily into the toilet water below. Blessed with an above average sized bladder, Kerri just sits and pees while her soiled panties hang shameful at about knee level. A shy girl by nature, she’d normally feel quite embarrassed to be peeing in front of her mom, but that’s the least of her problems now.
While Kerri empties her bladder, her mom has a chance to read Kerri’s Violation Report from the TVPC. “I assume Miss Mars is your gym teacher,” she says, noting that it was Miss Mars who caught Kerri in messy panties that afternoon. “It says here it happened in gym class,” she also notes. Kerri acknowledges that’s all true. “What’s the problem?” she then asks her daughter, “Does Miss Mars not let you use the bathroom before gym class?” “They do have toilets right there in the locker room for you to use, don’t they?” she asks further. “Yes,” Kerri meekly answers. “And, of course, Miss Mars does let you use them, doesn’t she?” mom continues, much in the manner of a cross-examination. “Yes,” Kerri answers once again. “The problem is that you just didn’t use the toilet when you needed to, isn’t it?” mom asks, “The problem is that you don’t like to go at school, so you were just holding it in, isn’t it?” Once again, Kerri is left to answer “yes.” “Well, this is what happens when you don’t go when you need to!” her mom yells at her, raising her voice again, “When you don’t do it in the toilet like you’re supposed to, it ends up coming out in your pants!” “I really thought we put this problem behind you in middle school, Kerri,” her mom lectures her, “I really thought you’d learned to have bowel movements in school when you needed to.” “You’re a junior in high school, Kerri,” her mom angrily reminds her, “I shouldn’t be having to tell you that going in your pants like this is totally unacceptable.” “I don’t care that you don’t like going #2 at school,” the lecture continues, “Sometimes you just have to.”
“But I do go at school,” Kerri suddenly chimes back in her defense, from her position still sitting on the toilet, “I go at school a lot.” “Well, apparently you don’t, Kerri,” her mom interrupts her, “Obviously, you didn’t go today before gym class, did you?” “And now apparently you’re holding it when you have to pee as well,” mom angrily adds. But Kerri insists that she does go at school and quite often it’s “both ways.” “I know I’m too old to be having accidents, mom,” she says, “And I do go at school when I need to -- even #2.” But she also explains that sometimes it’s a matter of which bathroom to use. She tells her mom that she likes the girls’ room up on the 2nd Floor or the one in the Science Wing or in the New Addition. “It’s just that when it’s a #2, I like to do it in one of the better bathrooms upstairs,” she says. “Some bathrooms at school you only pee in,” she tells her mom, “You always want to go upstairs when you have to do more than that.” “And I suppose the girls’ locker room isn’t one of those bathrooms?” her mom asks. “It’s always really gross in there,” she tells her mom, “And the stalls are facing right where the girls are changing so you don’t get much privacy.” Kerri goes on to explain that she had Chemistry next period and was planning to go then. “I was just holding it in to go in the Science Wing girls’ room,” she tells her mom, “I really was going to do it in there, I swear.” Kerri does seem sincere but mom remains skeptical. She finds it hard to believe that Kerri couldn’t hold it in for one period -- even if that period was gym class. She asks her daughter about that. Kerri then reluctantly admits that she had been holding it in through Art Class and lunch period, too. “The Art Room is in the basement and the girls’ room there is the worst in the whole school,” Kerri explains, “There aren’t even any doors on the toilet stalls in there.” “And the girls’ room across from the cafeteria is always crowded because just about everybody pees in there during lunch,” she explains further, “Everybody pees in there but nobody does the other thing -- they just don’t.” Mom is left just shaking her head at her daughter’s explanation. “And that’s what happens when a girl doesn’t go use the toilet when she needs to,” mom yells, pointing to the fully loaded panties hanging at Kerri’s knee,” That’s what happens when a girl tries to hold it in too long.” “And you know what else happens then, Kerri?” her mother asks. “That girl gets to clean up the mess,” her mom then answers her own question.
That is, of course, Kerri’s cue to get started cleaning it all up. Kerri had hoped to have some privacy at least for cleaning herself, but mom isn’t about to let that happen. As far as mom is concerned, the more Kerri is embarrassed by this whole thing, the less likely she’ll be to do it again. The only thing that mom does is to get her 2 more rolls of toilet paper from the hall closet and clean clothes from Kerri‘s room. Obviously, Kerri is going to need a lot of that to wipe herself clean of this mess. Standing up, Kerri and her mom both see that Kerri has left a good bit of smeared mess on the toilet seat. It’s smeared on both sides of the seat and a big glob is caked on the back and against the upturned toilet lid. Kerri already had the mess on her behind and it obviously got transferred to the toilet seat when she sat down. But her mom tells her not to worry about that. “Don’t worry about that now,” Mom tells her matter-of-factly, “You’ll be cleaning the whole bathroom when you’re done.” Mom has Kerri step out her panties and she puts them aside for now.
Kerri is instructed to take the toilet paper and start with cleaning herself. She wads up a thick wad and drags it through the crack of her behind. There’s a huge accumulation of poop smeared there and it overwhelms the toilet paper. Kerri also winds up with a good bit of it on her hand but she can’t worry about that now. She wads up another thick wad and does the same. And then a third wad of toilet paper goes through her behind just like the first two. Both of those also remove a huge accumulation of poop from the crack of Kerri’s behind. But it’s not even that Kerri is actually wiping her behind -- certainly not the way she normally wipes after she uses the toilet. She’s not yet even touching her behind and actually cleaning that yet. So far she’s only removing accumulated caked on mess sticking to and out of her behind. After 3 wipes, her mother instructs her to flush the toilet to avoid clogging it. It’s 3 more wipes and another toilet flush before Kerri is actually touching flesh and actually wiping her behind. It’s another 3 wipes and another toilet flush before the crack of her behind is feeling even close to clean.
Pretty soon, Kerri is finished with her first roll of toilet paper but she’s still far from clean. She’s lost track of the number of wipes and number of toilet flushes by now. She eventually gets the crack of her behind clean, but there’s plenty more still smeared on her butt cheeks and elsewhere that still needs wiping. Working hard, Kerri cleans her butt cheeks next and she then goes to work on the poop smeared on her thighs and even down her legs. There isn’t much poop there, of course -- nothing could match the poop that was accumulated in the crack of her behind -- but, in many ways, it was harder to wipe. Kerri was, of course, quite used to wiping between her butt cheeks, but it wasn’t often that she needed to wipe poop actually ON her butt cheeks. Eventually -- now onto her 3rd roll of toilet paper -- Kerri finishes wiping herself clean of the mess. In the end, Kerri wets some of the toilet paper and uses that to finish the wiping job.
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