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“We were friends.”

Elizabeth felt her world get rocked by that statement. The word “were” was echoing around in her mind as if it had been shouted in a cave.

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“Sarah-”

Whatever Elizabeth was about to say was cut off by a loud, pained shout that stemmed from the sudden agony that erupted in her lower bowels. Her knees buckled and sweat appeared all over her face, her breath coming out in short, strangled gasps. Her skirt flipped up, exposing her damp Goodnite. She pressed her hand tightly against the seat of the thin padding in some kind of attempt to lessen the searing pain in her muscles.

It felt like she hadn’t pooped in a week!

“Sarah, please!” Elizabeth begged.

Sarah just wrinkled her nose, and Elizabeth dipped her forehead to the ground with a high-pitched keening cry as the pain increased.

It was a testament to how angry and betrayed Sarah felt. Never had she made Elizabeth poop in her pants. Never during her time here, and never at school had Sarah used her powers to make Elizabeth soil her britches. That wasn’t the point in Elizabeth’s curse. She wasn’t supposed to be a pants-pooper; she wasn’t supposed to poop in her padding like a baby or a toddler. She was supposed to be Sarah’s friend, an equal in a sense, a ten-year-old just like her, not a plaything like Marissa and Lily.

Granted, a ten-year-old with Sarah’s particular brand about her, being a bedwetter who sometimes wet her pants during the day.

But never poop. It was more “acceptable” for a ten-year-old to pee her pants than poop in them, and so that was what Sarah had done to Elizabeth. She hadn’t wanted a friend that pooped herself, but now Elizabeth was not her friend. Not anymore.

And Sarah was making that plainly clear in this act of revenge.

Elizabeth’s ass felt like it was on fire. Her sphincter muscles were burning in a way they had never had before as they struggled and strained to open wide enough for what felt like a baseball. The only thing Elizabeth could remember that served as a good enough comparison to this pain was when she had been an explorative teenager and wanted to try playing with her ass.

Using the rounded handle of an old hairbrush and some olive oil, it was easiest to just say it didn’t end well, and Elizabeth’s poor hole was left tender and sore for a week. What was happening to her now was like that, but dozens of times worse.

Elizabeth burst into tears it hurt so bad. She bucked and kicked and jerked all in the name of somehow relieving the fire, but relief never came until finally, after an ordeal that felt like she was giving birth out the wrong end, her mess settled in her Goodnite.

The padding crinkled and crackled as it sagged and dropped with an enormous load, firm as bone. Elizabeth’s breath came out in deep, ragged wheezes, and she just rolled over onto her side. Her sphincter felt like it had touched with a branding iron and then doused in acid. The muscles had been stretched and pried open like never before, and like every unworked muscle—like the biceps, triceps, glutes, etc.—it was torn and unhappy.

Elizabeth honestly couldn’t tell if she was bleeding out of her butt or if that was she pee. Whatever the case, she just knew something warm was flowing into her Goodnite, making the padding swell.

And for the record, it did not feel like a baseball had settled into Elizabeth’s Goodnite, but a football.

It made the padding sag so low that Elizabeth could feel the fabric of her skirt settle across the skin of the top of her buttcheeks, the beginning of her crack being tickled by the skirt’s tag.

Sarah made a noise, like she blew a rush of air out of her nose, Elizabeth couldn’t see from her position on the floor, too agonized to move, and Marissa still had her head in the toilet bowl, crying as she heard Elizabeth’s pained moans and groans as her body forced out the huge load.

Sarah left, and not even a minute later a frantic Daphnee came round the corner.

“Oh, my goodness! Marissa! What on Earth are you doing!? Elizabeth, baby, are you alright? Oh, no….Come on sweetheart, let’s get that nasty Goodnite changed, okay? I’ll call your mom. She’ll come get you.”

Elizabeth just barely managed to nod through the tears streaming down her cheeks. She offered no protest or help as Daphnee gently lifted her up to her feet, and she had to lean on the woman as each step came in a limp from how sore she was.

“And Marissa?” Daphnee tossed over he shoulder. “Once you get your head out of there, you can pack your things. You’re fired!”

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