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   Waste Management:

   Now You're Thinking with Portals





   By: Anime Lover



   (ANIME) LOLI (HIGH-SCHOOL), SCAT










Disclaimer: None Needed
NOTE: This fic is in response to Jimmy O's challenge on the Nyou Fiction
web site, titled, `Waste Management'

   Technology is an amazing thing...

   It can cause wars, kill with just the press of a button, but that same
button can also heal the injured, the sick, even be the source of pleasure.
Technology can ease a persons workload, it can make a persons life many
times easier, it can also add strain as well...

   Technology, it's an amazing, yet tricky thing...

   The same technology that can make a persons life so much easier could
make another person's like much harder, or at least a cause of great
annoyance.

   This is where this particular story starts...

   - Year 2xxx, sometime in march Technology advances at such a high pace,
it's easy to get left behind.  Fall out of the loop for as little as a
year, so many things will have changed.  Take the cell phone you have for
example, you could be completely happy with what it can do, in a year from
now though, people would laugh at you if you showed it to them, it's only
been a year but their phones could most likely do more things than you
could imagine.  Add another year and you probably couldn't even recognize
what a phone is anymore unless someone told you.

   Phones are just an example, but over the years, with the advances in
technology, many things can change; what was once thought of as great,
normal even, could be reduced to annoyances thanks to technology.

   Like the process of removing waste from the human body, many years ago,
people generally thought nothing of it, just a normal thing; food enters,
what can't be used by the body is expelled, even animals did it.  Some
people even LIKED it, they found pleasure it, sometimes great pleasure in
letting their waste build and build until they couldn't hold it anymore.

   But, as time went on, and technology continued to advance, this appeal
for waste removal faded and nearly went away completely.  One particular
advancement in technology almost put the final nail in the human waste
removal coffin, portal technology.  The transferring of one thing from one
place, to a different location.  It was only a matter of time before
someone thought of placing portals into the intestines of people.  At last,
people would no longer need to make the annoying visit to toilets; people
could be more efficient in their jobs without having the distraction of
needing to go relive themselves.

   However, toilets do still exist, you may wonder though, if people can
have portals inserted into them to take the waste elsewhere, why the need
for toilets?  There's one primary reason for this; cost, not of removing
toilets, but the cost of `installing' the portals into someone's colon.

   So only the `privileged' or people with high paying jobs could afford
the benefit of never needing another toilet.  However, in an effort to
`help' the not so privileged, or people that simply wanted extra income and
did not mind becoming a `slave to the throne' as it was now called.  people
could take up the job of `Human Waste Management', they would have an
`exit' portal installed deep within their intestine, and after taking into
account their body size, would not only poop for themselves, but one or
more people.

   To the handful of people that still enjoyed relieving their body of
stored waste, this was the perfect job in their mind.  Since the minimum
age requirement for this `job' was 16, many teens chose this as a quick and
easy source of income...

   - Tuesday, 3:00 P.M.  Casey, A young teen of sixteen, currently zooms
down the sidewalk on a hover board, carrying her backpack over her right
shoulder, wearing a white T-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers, also a pair of
finger-less gloves.  She had dark blue hair styled in a long pony-tail that
fluttered in the wind from her movement and matching blue eyes.

   Coming to corner, Casey reaches out her left hand and grabs hold of a
lamp pole to take the turn sharply, her body momentarily going horizontal
and reaching her right hand down to her hover board to keep it one her feet
before up righting her position, releasing the pole and continuing on.

   Reaching her home, Casey came to an abrupt stop, similar to the way a
snowboarder does.  She hopes off the board, puts it up under her left arm
and enters her home.

   "I'm home!" she calls out.

   Not hearing a reply back, Casey comments, to herself...

   "Hmm, they must still be gone."

   Walking upstairs to her room, Casey places her hover board against the
wall near her door and tosses her backpack over onto her bed as she kicks
off her shoes and joins her backpack and plops down onto her bed, onto her
back.

   "Ahhh, nice, comfy bed... those chairs at school are way too hard..."

   A few minutes later, a beeping came from Casey's right pocket.  Reaching
into said pocket, Casey removes a small, rectangular device and presses one
of the buttons on it and a screen appears above the device, revealing the
face of a blonde-haired, darker-skinned girl, smiling.

   "Hey Casey, I know you just go home but you have to get to the mall!"
states the girl.

   "Why, is there a sale?" asks Casey.

   "Totally!  I just found these really hot pants that are on sale for ten
credits, it's the ones we were talking about the other day."

   Casey gasps and quickly sits up, "What!?  You mean the one's with the
red line down the leg!?"

   "Yep!  But the sell is only good for one more hour!  Hurry and get down
here!"

   "Ok, Ok!  I'm coming!" states Casey, happily, ending the call and
returning the device back in her pocket and standing, putting on her shoes
again and leaving her room with her hover board.

   Although, just before she could reach for the front door, she felt a
weighty pressure on her rear and clenches, placing her right hand behind
her to her rear.

   "Crap, why now?" complains Casey.  "It feels like a lot this time too...
well, I have an hour, I'm sure could take care of this person's load and
still get to the mall."

   Placing her board on the wall near the door, Casey heads back upstairs
and to the bathroom, to a normal looking toilet and Casey frowns a little,
"I hope I this person's load isn't that big."

   Casey closes and locks the door, walks to the toilet and unzips her
pants, pulls them and her pink panties down to her ankles, revealing the
patch of raven hair over her labia and lowering her tensed rear onto the
cool seat.

   Once sitting, Casey relaxes and immediately, hot cables of poo left her
teen rear into the waiting water of the toilet.

   "Ohhh..." moans out Casey, smiling and places her left hand to her
belly. "If it keeps going this smooth, I'll easily be able to make it to
the mall in time."

   For the next minute or so, Casey enjoyed an easy Bowel movement, just
one really long log of poop that coiled around under the water of the
toilet, reaching halfway to the water's surface.  As amazing and large the
first `round' was , Casey knew there was more to go, she pooped for two
people, plus herself, nearly everyone of her movements could be on par with
a baby elephant.  Any unfortunate toilet that wasn't reinforced to handle
people like her wouldn't last long, and this toilet wasn't one of them...

   Feeling a mass at her exit again, Casey began pushing, making her anus
pucker outwards, spreading open wide to allow a firm, one and a half inch
thick log to journey out of her and plunk into the water, this process was
repeated five more times.  The surface of the water in the toilet nearly
broken from the amount of waste leaving Casey's rump.

   Just when she had gotten comfortable pushing out log after log, she was
stopped by a considerably larger one, one that required more pushing than
she was currently doing.  Baring down and pushing harder, Casey began to
groan as this larger log stretches her more than the previous ones had, two
full inches of thickness and firmer than the others.  This larger log
didn't cause her too much trouble and once freed, fell down onto the
massive pile below and it was the one that finally broken the waters
surface, half of it protruding upwards like a flag on a conquered mountain.

   For the next few minutes, thick cables and logs continued to leave
Casey's rear, the pile getting progressively higher and higher in the
toilet, their was no way this load was flushing and Casey knew it.

   "Oh man, Mom and dad are going to kill me for clogging the toilet
again..." she thought aloud.

   Hearing a beeping from her jeans, she reaches down and removes her phone
and answers it, a window popping up of the same friend from earlier.

   "Casey where are you?  You should be here by now."

   "Sorry, I'm in the bathroom, I shouldn't take much longer."

   "Well you better hurry up, their's not many of those pants left."

   "How about you buy a pair and I'll give you the credits when I see you?"
suggests Casey, as she calmly pushed out three smaller logs in succession.

   "I can't, it's one per person."

   "Dang-it, I don't wanna pay full price for them..." complains Casey.

   "Hurry then."

   "Ok, ok." replies Casey before ending the call and placing her phone
back in her pocket, thinking, `I don't think I have a choice, I'm gonna
have to take a little break from crapping.  Alots already come out, so it
won't be that hard to hold in...'

   After feeling another log drop, she reaches over to her left to take
some toilet paper, lifts her rear and wipes herself clean before standing
and pulling up her jeans, looking back and grimacing at what she saw, the
pile of poop had nearly reached her rear, Casey could still fell more in
her, but wanted to get to the mall before those pants where sold out.

   "Ohhh, I know I should fix this before I leave, but if I do, those pants
are gonna sell out..." whines Casey.  "I really hope mom and dad don't get
back before I do." she adds, placing the toilet lid down, washing her hands
and quickly leaving the room and back down stairs, grabbing her hover board
and leaving the house.

   A few minutes later, Casey arrived at the double doors of a large
building, the local mall.  After hopping off her board, she reaches down
and picks it up, holds the underside of it with her left hand and reaches
her right, still gloved hand to a small, squared section on the top of it,
pulling it off, reveals a black strap.  Casey moves the board over her left
shoulder and pulls the square piece with the strap downward across her
chest and connects it to a lower area of the board behind her, the board
now strapped to her back as she walks through the doors and into the mall.

   Still feeling the pressure at her rear, Casey tried to not let it show
visibly.  A few short steps in though, she felt a log trying to free
itself, pausing her walking, Casey places her hands behind her and tenses
her rear and slowly feels the log recede back inside her and the pressure
lower.

   Casey sighs and smiles, moving her hand back to her sides and after
quickly composing herself, began walking again.

   Reaching the store that had the sale, Casey enters and after a few
steps, her friend from the phone quickly walks up to her right and places a
hand on her shoulder.  The girl also had her own hover board, strapped over
her back like Casey, she wore a form fitting red shirt and jeans, complete
with elbow and kneepads, she also wore matching red finger-less gloves. 
Just by looking at her, one could easily tell she was well suited for
riding her hover board.

   "Hey!  Your finally here!"

   "Yeah, where's the pants?" replies Casey.

   "I'll show you..." the girl replies, taking Casey's right hand in her
left and quickly pulling Casey along.

   "Ah!  Hey, not so sudden!" gasps Casey, feeling a shift in her rear and
once again, pressure returns as poop tries to urge it's way out, but Casey
quickly tenses her rear.

   "Well you gotta hurry, their's not many left." states her friend,
guiding her through the store.

   Casey quickly sped up her pace and leans next to her friend and whispers
to her, "I had to stop early in the bathroom to get here in time, so no
sudden pulling ok?"

   "Oh, ok.  Sorry about that." replies her friend, looking back.  "I
finished a session before I found this sale.  It was my biggest one yet, I
got 53 credits for it."

   "Whoa, really?" asks Casey, surprised at her friends earning.  "53!? 
That must've been HUGE!  You only crap for two people though, like me, how
did you get that much at one time?"

   "I dunno, those two must've been eating like crazy at the same time, I
nearly crapped myself waiting for a free toilet.  The bathroom's were
PACKED when I was there... Oh!  Here it is."

   "There's only one left!" gasps Casey, looking to the nearly empty
display where one lone pair of pants lay.

   Casey snatches her hand from her friend and quickly rushes to the
display and picks up the pants.

   "Awesome, 30 credit pants for 10!" states Casey, before looking to her
friend.  "Thanks a lot for calling me about the sale, Beks."

   "No problem, Cas, I can't let my best friend miss out on designer
clothing for stupidly low prices." states Becky, smiling proudly.

   Despite the nagging urge from her rear, Casey was very happy at snagging
the last pair of pants, the pressure against her rear was still bothering
her, but Casey was all smiles as she made her way home on her hover board;
however, her smile didn't last the whole trip back...

   "Ohhh... my stomach..." groans Casey, a her left hand on her belly, and
her right holding a plastic bag as she sped down the sidewalk on her hover
board.

   An unbelievable pressure had now built up from her earlier postponement
of her bowel movement and Casey knew, she was still too far from home to
make it back to the out of commission toilet.

   "I need to find a public toilet..."

   Fortunately, Casey knew where the nearest public toilets were, the
unfortunate part was, it was the opposite way to her home, and that
particular area of toilets were a popular place, so it was likely all the
toilets would be occupied.  However, Casey knew she wouldn't get to her
home in time and the area where the toilets were, was near.

   "A chance is better than no chance..."

   With that, instead of taking a left at the next corner, Casey turns
right, making her way across the street.

   The next two minutes traveling to the area felt like forever to Casey,
fighting a persistent log knocking at her rear exit the entire way.

   Turning a corner, she nearly lost the fight and made a friend in her
panties as she saw the porta-potty-like enclosures lined up next to each
other.  Hopping from her board and quickly strapping it to her back, Casey
made her way to the first one and saw that the red light near the handle
was on, signaling that it was in use, making her way to the others, Casey
began to get worried as she saw more and more red, their were about fifteen
stalls and the first ten were occupied, Casey starts to whine as she felt
her hold weakening the log she was fighting was slipping through...

   "Come on... come on..." chanted Casey.

   Despite the emptiness of the area, Casey wouldn't be humiliated if she
lost her control and pooped herself, but it was something, she still wanted
badly to avoid.

   After checking the next three and with two more stalls to go, Casey
notices a girl to her left walking towards the stalls, a short-haired
blonde her around her age.  Upon their eyes meeting, the second girl stops,
Casey then looks ahead and gasps as she could see the last stall had a
green light.  Looking back to the girl for a moment, a second later, the
girl suddenly sprints forward.

   "Ah!  Wait a minute!" gasps Casey quickly sprinting as well, but, even
though the girl was farther away, Casey, because of her desperation, wasn't
so fast and the girl had reached the stall, opened the door and entered it
upon Casey reaching it, banging her right hand on the door.

   "Hey!  You jerk!  Can't you see that I need to go worse than you!?"

   "Tough luck for you then." came the girl voice from inside.

   "... I hope it hurts!" states Casey, kicking the door once.

   Although, the sudden jarring of her foot against the door of the stall
sent a small vibration up her leg to her rear and that tiny vibration
causes the log Casey had been fighting for so long to slip free and into
her panties, her choice of pants didn't allow much stretch, so the mass was
smashed against her rear.

   "No!  No!  No!  No!" gasps out Casey, throwing her hands behind her to
her rear, dropping bag to the ground.

   But try as she might, it was over, Casey's anus no longer had the
strength to hold back the torrent of soft poo that flowed from her teen
cheeks, filling her panties as best as her pants could allow, much of it
even sliding between her legs to use the space in front of her panties. 
Soon, the entire space of her panties were full and with more poop still
coming, the legs of her pants began to bulge as poo slowly began to fill
them as well.  Soon, Casey was literally standing in poop, both legs of her
pants containing a column of poop as more flooded outward over her feet.

   Hot from the iron pants is what her poop-flooded pants felt like to her.

   On the bright side though, there was a place very close to where Casey
was to take care of these kinds of accidents, which weren't unheard of, the
only issue was, walking there with a pants full of smelly, sticky poop...

   But, their was no other option, with poop still leaving her, Casey lifts
her right foot, feeling the warm waste rubbing against her leg as she
removes her foot from the pile of poop.  After repeating this with her
other foot, Casey slowly walks away from the toilets, leaving a small trail
of poo as she made her way towards the nearby building.

   By the time Casey reaches it, walking through the door, she had finally
stopped pooping, even signaled by a watch-like device on her right wrist,
lifting her right hand and looking down, Casey saw a blinking `23', lifting
her left hand to it, she taps the screen twice and two numbers appeared,
`167' and `23', the lower number was added to the larger one, followed by a
beep.

   Walking further into the building, Casey enters an unoccupied room,
locking the door behind her.  The room she entered was quite small, with
another door in front of her, but to the left of that door, was a
considerably smaller one with a window and square in shape and a handle
near the bottom on it to lift it open.

   Casey lowers her hand down to her pants and unbuttoned/zipped them and
slowly, pulls them down, cringing from feeling poo sliding down her legs
and hearing the small, sticky sounds it made as it's way down her legs. 
After finally removing her feet, Casey saw a brown mess in her pants and
thankfully, it was all in her pants, her legs only had brown streaks.

   Her panties though, that was soon to be revealed, a different story...
Thanks to the tightness of her pants, Casey's white panties hadn't bulged
out to any incredible degree, but with even the slightest move, or tense,
Casey could feel warm poop encompassing her pelvic area.

   Before attempting to remove her panties, Casey moves her hands to the
front waist-band and pinches it between her thumb and index finger and
pulls slowly, quickly cringing at the sight that greeted her... poop didn't
even stick to the underside of the area of her panties she pulled away, the
poop stuck to her skin instead, like some sort of poop panties.

   Guiding her fingers along the waist-band of her panties, Casey was met
with the same sight.

   "You gotta be kidding me!"

   Casey's panties were extremely lucky, hardly a piece of poop stuck to
them, it was Casey's skin that the poop stuck to.  Peeling the panties from
her waist and letting them down to her feet, Casey was amazed by the sight,
the poop had form a nearly perfect imitation of her panties.

   Lifting her feet out of her panties though, with the flexing of her
rear, Casey felt some of the poop fall off, upon realizing this, Casey
lifts her legs up a few times, causing more poop to fall from her waist. 
Nearly all of it feel from her pelvic area, except for the two obvious
areas, the poop residing in the crack of her butt and the poop that
attached itself to her pubic hair.

   After removing her dirty socks and Shoes, now completely nude from the
waist down, Casey places the dirty clothes into a small area behind the
small lifting door, before walking through the larger door, walking into
what was clearly a small shower room, with the floor at a slight angle
towards a hole in the center of the room.  Another door also greeted Casey
in front of her, which she walks to and enters, This room only had a bench
along the wall.  Casey removes her board and clean clothes and places them
on the bench, as well as the bag she had and her gloves.

   After she was now completely nude, Casey returns to the shower room,
taking a plastic hat from a small enclose near the showerhead, places it on
her head and moves her pony-tail under it too.  Now with her hair shielded
from the water, Casey reaches a hand forward and presses a button, causing
water to leave the showerhead and onto her.

   - 15 minutes later Casey now left the building, dressed the same as she
went in, but now poop free and smiling.

   "A nice hot shower in the middle of the day feels so good!"

   Lowering her hover board down to the ground, Casey steps on it and zooms
off towards home...

   "Oh no!" gasps Casey, gasping at seeing two cars in the driveway of her
home.  "Their home!  I'm so DEAD!"

   Technology, it's an amazing thing...
   END