The girl would look closely at the list, a devious grin forming on her face.
"Well, well, well... Looks like your job for today is to clean the women's toilets..." she'd muffle a slight laugh behind the piece of paper as she'd continue. "I hope you're a good scrubber, because we aren't exactly known for being clean and tidy" With that, she'd give her bottom a light smack as she winked at you. She would then pick you up and walk over towards the women's restroom, as the door opened, you were met with a viciously foul stench, one that would make flies cringe, the girl would hold you with one hand, and firmly shut her nose with the other as she placed you on the tiled floor of the bathroom, smirking slightly.
"Remember, little guy. Clean every single square inch, or the principal might find something worse for you to do. And you'll better hurry up, it's almost lunchtime... And the girls here don't respond well to Taco Tuesdays." With that, she'd close the bathroom door, completely trapping you with the destructive stench which had only built up since this morning, a rather loud laugh echoing on the other side of the door as it slowly quieted down into complete silence.
You looked around anxiously, total silence surrounded you except for a faucet which wasn't entirely turned off, as your nose started to adapt to the wretched, disgusting stench of the waste and flatulence the women had created, including a few splotches of a brown, muddy substance covering parts of the tiled floor. The girls here were dirty, you knew this already. But after seeing this place, you got a entirely different picture of them.
This place was a hellhole, apart from the immediate stench that slowly gnawed at your nostrils, the big, splotches of shit and sweat coating the floor, random gum stuck on the wall, as well as wet pieces of paper stuck on the ceiling. "How in the holy hell am I supposed to clean this mess?" you asked yourself as your eyes darted all around the floor.
By the entrance, just beside the door, you spotted what seemed to be equipment suited for a person your size;
a ladder, a long piece of string (which was basicly a rope to you), a sponge, a broom, as well as a few other things one might need while cleaning. You quickly walked towards it and picked up the items you felt was required for the job and walked towards one of the stalls. "Guess it's better to get the toilets cleaned first..." You thought to yourself, as those are probably what's most important anyway.
With your gear at hand, you walked towards one of the stalls, but once you closed up to the only stall where the door was opened, your heart sank deeper than it ever had before. Shit... was litterally everywhere inside, the walls, base of the toilet, and the part of the lid that you could see, all had splotches of shit coating them. "T-this is a joke right?" you asked yourself, "The toilets were cleaned yesterday!" After a while of yelling, you finally calmed down and shrugged, as you'd grab the ladder and climb onto the lid of the toilet. The stench of asses got even more intense as you reached the rim, as you finally couldn't help yourself and vomited onto the tiled floor below you, resting your head on the edge of the seat, breathing heavily. The back of the seat had layers upon layers of liquid shit on it, as well as the insides of the bowl itself being completely coated in a brown mass, with a lonely turd floating inside the swampy water.
Swallowing your pride, as well as the leftover vomit that slowly crawled up your throat, you grabbed the sponge to get to work. You'd grab the rope as well, and tightly tying it around your waist, as well as tying the other end around a loose screw on the rim, for safety measures. You were just about to start your daily job when suddenly...
Loud voices and giggles would be heard approaching the bathroom door. as it soon swung open, and three girls entered. You remember them from the class photos you viewed when you first enrolled.
Tanya; a black woman who's a little pudgy, wearing a skinny, white tank top that were a few sizes too small, as her breasts stretched the fabric, almost as they'd explode out any minute, she didn't seem to be wearing a bra either. Your eyes darted downwards, towards her immensively huge hips, the kind that seemed to stretch on for miles, and tightly plastered onto her huge, bubbly cheeks, were a pair of spandex shorts, with the letters T and P printed on her cheeks. You quickly wondered what TP would stand for, as she dug her hand into the back of her shorts, scratching her butthole as well as pulling on the fabric simultaniously, thus revealing that the shorts actually spelled "Twerk Champ" and "2015" underneath.
Kimiko: a japanese exchange student who recently enrolled to this school, a few months ago. She quickly became popular because of her impressive body proportionates, she was wearing a black T-shirt, as well as a pair of incredibly low-riding jeans where half her butt poured out, the waistband hugging her hips tightly as the exposed butt bulged. She would also wear a pink G-string that reached out of her jeans and hid inside her cavernous buttcrack, almost impossible to see behind the vast ammount of butt flesh, just above her panties, she had the tatoo "Warning, pipe leakage".
Jamie: a caucasian, famous for her tremendous farts, she was wearing a buttoned shirt, where her chest strained against the buttons, almost ripping them off, on her bottom she would wear a micro-skirt, the kind that barely ended where her butt began, and as far as you could see, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
The girls would gather up infront of the sink, giggling and gossiping as they huddled up close together, the butts pointing towards you as they'd wiggle their hips.
Suddenly, Jamie would stand straight up as she yelled "Oh gawd, not again!" as she arched her back, her hands reaching behind her as she'd grab onto her buttcheeks and spread them wide, a loud gurgling would be heard from her rectum until she'd grunt, as a loud fart would erupt from her butt, followed by a light spraying of feces onto the floor. The other girls giggled in response.
"Damn Jamie, that ass is on fire today" Tanya would exclaim as she leaned back to take a look at the mess Jamie's asshole made on the floor.
"Mnh~ If only my ass could do that too!" Kimiko replied, biting her lower lip as her hips swayed back and forth.
"Hngh..." Jamie would breathe heavily "It's the dinner I had last night, gave me the shits" she'd groan as another fart escaped her rectum, this one going on for a couple of seconds. "Can't wait for lunch though, the tacos are going to put my anus to the test" they'd all giggle in response as Kimiko grabbed the waistband of her pants and pulled slightly, a small ammount of liquified crap pouring out of her crack as it drained down her pants. "Uhngh~" Kimiko would muffle a scream as her pants slid down further, her ass completely exposed as she'd let out a fart, she'd grab her cheeks in response, pulling them far apart before smashing her gellatinous glutes tightly together again, massaging them.
"Well, fuck, I haven't taken a shit since last week, though I took some strong laxatives this morning, gonna see if th--" Tanya was suddenly interrupted by a loud, vicious gurgling in her belly, she groped it in response, cringing as she kneeled onto the floor, the noise making it's way towards her rectum as she clenched, releasing a loud, roaring fart that echoed throughout the room.
"Damn, I have to take a shit soo bad now" Tanya yelled, rubbing her belly.
Another fart would splurt out of Jamie and Kimiko's behind, as they sprayed their insides onto the floor. "Fuck, so do I" they both said.
You just stood there, your jaw completely opened as you watched the three of them. "Well, I'm not cleaning THAT up..." You said, still a little shocked by the events presented. Suddenly, you noticed the three turn around, facing you, they'd look at each other viciously, before they'd dart towards your stall, apparently they all had to shit real bad.
But shit, you just realized that you were still on the toilet, "Fuck, I have to get out of here, quick!" you'd run towards the edge of the rim, looking down. It was way too high to jump down, and you'd never make it to the ladder in time. But before you could figure out a escape route, your vision turned black as someone stood in the opening.
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