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 Scat Fight

   Round One: Tiffany -Vs.- Tamara
By: Garrett Thomas (gamer_for_ever19@yahoo.com AKA Anime Lover)
Disclaimer: None Needed
WARNING: LOLI (HIGH-SCHOOL), SCAT, MILD VIOLENCE

   Contestant 1 Name: Tiffany White Age: 16 Brief description: Contestant
One is an athletic and cheerful young girl, currently a member of her
school basketball team.  Bathroom Frequency: Average

   Contestant 2 Name: Tamara Towers Age 16 Brief description: Contestant
Two is nearly opposite to Contestant One, being very non-social and keeping
to herself often.  Although not very athletic, she seems quite skilled in
ping-pong.  Bathroom Frequency: Very low

   --

   The lights of a large room turn on with a click and illuminates the area
revealing an official sized wrestling ring but surrounded by a steel cage.

   Inside the ring lay two girls at each corner opposite to each other,
unconscious.  Both wore a snow white leotard.

   Tiffany was a short-haired blonde and Tamara had shoulder-length brown
hair.

   The two girls's started to come to about the same time and when they got
to their feet and confusedly looked around, they both gasp a little upon
seeing the other.  Also, their leotards were just thin enough that their
nipples and Tamara's patch of pubes where slightly visible.

   "Who are you?" asked Tiffany first.

   "T-Tamara..." replies Tamara nervously.  "Who are you and where are we?"

   "I'm Tiffany, I don't know where we are ether.  Last thing I remember
was changing in the locker room for b-ball practice, a shadow, then waking
up here."

   "Well, last thing I remember was walking home from school, I turned a
corner and bumped into someone, then I woke up here... but why would anyone
want to kidnap me?  There's nothing special about me... unless there's a
ping-pong tournament." Replies Tamara smiling a little at her latter
statement.

   Tiffany then gasped and smiled.

   "Hey, maybe we're part of a new TV show!?  Oh I've always wanted to be
on one!"

   After Tiffany suggested this she turned to the cage in front of her and
reached her right hand to it and grasped it before a zap is heard and
Tiffany gasping in shock and jumping back shaking her hand.

   "Fu*k!  The cage is electrified!"

   "Really?" asks Tamara reaching out her right hand to the cage and
touching it, getting zapped and snatching her hand away with a gasp.

   "Yeah, really."

   Suddenly, a young female voice, sounding around their age, spoke to them
from a speaker they suddenly discovered at the top of the cage.

   "Hello you two, I hope you slept well."

   "What are we here for?" asks Tiffany.

   "Yeah, why kidnap us?" adds Tamara.

   "There is no need to worry." states the voice.  "You won't be harmed, at
least by me anyway."

   "At least by you!?" gasps Tamara.  "So we ARE going to be hurt!?"

   "That depends entirely on you." States the voice.  "I will explain why
you two are here, first of all you are here for my amusement.  I've watched
you two for awhile before I dicided to select you, you will be well
compensated though for the inconvenience, but more on that later."

   The two then cringed as they each placed a hand to their stomach.

   "You are feeling the effects of a very strong laxative that I had you
drink earlier..." states the voice before the two cut in...

   "But I don't remember taking a laxative." States Tiffany.

   "Me neither." Adds Tamara.

   "Hmm, I guess not, you two were still under the effect of the sedative
when you drank it." Comments the voice before continuing.  "Anyway, there
are toilets directly outside the cage you are in..."

   The two then looked and saw that there was indeed a toilet outside that
they somehow didn't see earlier.

   "Only one of you will have the joy of using the toilet though."

   "What!?" replies the two.

   "The two of you will fight and/or wrestle until one of you crap
yourselves."

   "What!?" gasps the two girl's shocked before cringing again from the
pain in their gut.

   "The only escape from the cage is to ether crap yourself of cause the
other person to crap themselves." Informs the voice.

   "This is crazy!" replies Tamara.

   "Oh and one last thing..." comments the voice.  "For your troubles I'll
give the both of you a thousand dollars, but to encourage you two to try
and win and prevent my boredom, the winner will receive an additional Ten
thousand dollars for a total of Eleven thousand dollars."

   Both girl's gasped and Tiffany asked, "Your fu*king kidding!"

   "Ten thousand dollars!?" gasps Tamara.

   "Correct, 10K, there will be one additional match after this one and if
you choose to return, you will fight the winner of that match, the prize
will be 20K, after that will be the last match, which has a 100K reward if
you win."

   "A hundred thousand dollars!?" gasped the two before looking to the
other.

   "Yep, now start when ever the two of you are ready, I would advise soon,
if the match ends in a draw, you only get a thousand." States the voice.

   After a moment of looking at each other, there was no further comment
from the voice.

   "That's a lot of money..." comments Tiffany.

   "Yeah..." replies Tamara.

   Both girl's were started to feel the brute of the laxatives they've been
given, they felt a mass of pressure at their butt, trying to leave through
their clenched anus.

   The appeal of the large monetary reward caused both girls' to
contemplate making the other crap herself.

   Tamara was first to divert her attention from Tiffany to look back to
the toilet behind the electrified cage.  A few seconds into this though she
heard the rapid foot steps on the floor and looked back and gasped upon
seeing Tiffany charging at her.  Tamara barely managed to dodge to her left
and out of the corner before Tiffany rammed the padded turnbuckle before
recovering.

   "Hey!" gasps Tamara.

   "Sorry, I'm sure you're a nice person and all, but 10K is a lot of
money."

   "But this isn't fair!" complained Tamara.  "I don't even know how to
fight or wrestle and crapping myself isn't on my list of embarrassing
things to do."

   "You heard the girl, only way out is winning or crapping yourself, I
plan on winning..."

   Tiffany was feeling the pressure building against her clinched sphincter
and figured (correctly) that Tamara had the same issue, so instead of
focusing all her effort to her sphincter, diverted some to charging at
Tamara again, figuring she could make her crap herself and get a quick win.
However, Tiffany's perceived win wasn't going to be as easy as she thought.

   Tamara gasped and quickly dodged out of the way again to her left,
causing Tiffany to run into the ropes, she quickly found though that the
ropes had high elasticity and her left shoulder hit the cage, causing her
to gasp out in pain as electricity traveled through her arm before the
ropes sprung back against her and pushed her to the floor, on her right
side and her right hand holding her upper left arm.

   Tamara herself cringed when she saw Tiffany's misfortune and with her
right hand on her stomach, walked to her and got to one knee.

   "Hey, you ok?"

   Tamara's concern for her soon proved to be a handicap though as Tiffany
suddenly lifted her left leg and hooked it around the back of Tamara's head
and pulled her down with a surprised gasp.

   Tamara of course fought back and because of that, was able to position
herself on her back.  Tiffany used her legs to lock Tamara's head in place,
causing the unfortunate girl to get an eyeful and nose full of Tiffany's
crotch.

   With the energy the two were exerting; Tamara trying to wriggle free and
pry her legs from her head and Tiffany trying to maintain her leg lock on
her along with the lingering pain in her left arm, they were only
aggravating their stomach which quickly cramped, causing them both to groan
in discomfort and stop their current efforts and placed their hands to
their stomach and groan.

   Tamara discovered she was close enough to Tiffany's a*s to hear the
faint rumbles of her bowels trying to be emptied.

   `I almost forgot...' thought Tamara.  `She has to go just as bad.'

   Tiffany managed to recover first, taking a risk and partly ignoring her
stomach as she sat up and released her left arm to reach over Tamara's body
to her legs.

   The unfortunate girl was shocked to feel hands on her legs and opened
her eyes a moment before Tiffany lifted and to her further shock, spread
her legs, nearly reducing her holding back of her crap to zero as she
gasped out and fought back her poop with what she had left.

   But it was no use though, Tiffany soon had her entire back off the
floor, only the back of her head contacted the mat under her as her legs
were eagle spread, only the thin material of the white leotard she wore
protected her young crotch from being exposed, although her small patch of
pubes was even more noticeable now.  The mounds of her labia pressed
against it though, but it was better than no coverage.

   From the new position Tiffany had her in the poop within her pushed even
harder to get out, so much so that Tamara's sphincter was losing the fight,
the ring of muscles quivered with uncertainty.

   Then after just a few moments into the hold Tamara felt it, her
sphincter's defenses being penetrated an the nose of a turd peeking out,
but yet to make contact with the stretched crotch area of the leotard.

   Tamara gave a moan that Tiffany perceived as her losing and grinned, her
gut was beginning to cramp up again and while she had the aid of the floor
against her butt, she knew she couldn't hold out long in this position.

   But if Tiffany wanted to win, she'd have to find a way `cause once
Tamara felt the resistance on her poop slowly coming out, she knew it had
reached her leotard and with a last ditch effort to hold out, Tamara
quickly reached her right hand to her butt and shoved two fingers in her
anus, effectively plugging her hole for the moment.  She cringed feeling
her fingers pushing against the poop in her.

   Fortunately, that last attempt to delay crapping herself paid off as
Tiffany's urge became more urgent, she found herself fighting back the nose
of a large turd trying to pass her sphincter, but yet to make the cross.

   Tiffany had a difficult choice to make, try to outlast Tamara with no
additional aid like she had or release Tamara, the only problem with that
though was she'd lose a perfect chance to win.

   Tiffany didn't have to choose though `cause Tamara was already planning
her next action and ha quickly figured out her next course of action, that,
if successful, would literally reverse the situation and hopefully cause
Tiffany to crap herself immediately or soon after.  However this was true
with Tamara as well since she would need both of her hands.

   AS Tamara heard Tiffany's moaning and groaning, she knew it was now or
never and took a breath and clenching her sphincter as hard as she could
before removing her fingers, leaving part of the leotard jammed inside
before pushing herself backwards, towards Tiffany, who was surprised by
this.

   Tiffany was not expecting Tamara to actually make a move and because of
that, found herself easily overtaken and on her back with her head between
Tamara's thighs before her legs lifted and spread like she had done to
Tamara.

   The quickness of this transition aggravated Tiffany's stomach
tremendously as she felt her stomach churn, the pressure of poop pressing
against her sphincter was now too high for her weakened anus and with a
shocked gasp, felt her poop emerge pass her sphincter and meet the fabric
of her leotard and create a growing mountain of poop since the fabric
didn't have much elasticity in her position.

   "Nooooo!" cried out Tiffany at suddenly loosing her hold and her poop
continuing to emerge out of her.

   However the leotard was quickly reaching it's limit in creating the
smooth, curved bulge, but the poop didn't stop, and with no more room above
her a*s to occupy, the poop began to spread front to back, over her labia
and towards her back, but also, some poop managed to gain freedom out of
the leotard from the sides.

   After seeing the poop leaving the leotard, Tamara quickly released
Tiffany's leg's, causing her butt to return to the floor, allowing the poop
a bit more room to stretch the leotard as Tamara quickly got to her feet
and immediately placed her hands against her butt.

   "I-I'm sorry!" comments Tamara, her voice strained with the effort to
prevent crapping herself, using her right hand to plug her anus again.

   "It's ok..." replies Tiffany leaning over on her left holding her
stomach as her body continued to fill the bottom of her leotard.

   Tamara felt her two fingers in her butt getting hot and knew poop was
starting to force itself past her fingers, but as she shook in effort to
prevent crapping herself, the voice returned.

   "That was quite entertaining.  Congratulations on winning, I will now
deactivate and raise the cage..." states the voice as the cage begins to
raise and Tamara immediately ran to the side of the ring, gasping as in her
rush, poop began oozing out past her fingers and into her leotard.  "When
you finish, I will have someone come and give you your reward."

   Once Tamara got through the ropes and down to solid ground, her poop was
already coming out at a faster and faster pace, but the toilet was
thankfully right in front of her, she clenched as hard as she could but
gasped as it did nothing.  After winning the match and standing right in
front of the toilet, her poop defied her anus and her fingers and came out
unstopped.

   Tamara cried out as she dropped to her knees and placed her left arm on
the seat of the toilet as her poop came, the only thing her fingers did was
changed the manner in the way her poop came out.  Tamara found no more
reason to to keep her fingers in and removed them, unleashing the wave
behind as the bottom of her leotard quickly bulged out within moments with
her poop.  The material under her quickly gaining a brown tint from her
poop, which was soft and clay-like in it's consistency.  Even with it's
softness though, enough poop left her to cause the material of her leotard
to sag under the weight of the growing mass, until the fabric reached it's
stretching limit and her clay-like poop leaving out of the sides and
dropping to her legs.

   As horrible as Tamara found this as she stand there, feeling her hot
poop dropping onto her legs, she found it pleasant as well, feeling the
growing hot mass pressed against her skin.

   As she felt more poop leaving her, she thought, "Geez, there's so much,
what kind of laxative did she give us?"

   By the time Tamara was empty, the bottom of her leotard had distended
five inches from its deepest point and a small section of her legs nearly
covered.

   The voice then returned, "Well, still didn't make it huh?  Well I've
planned for this situation."

   The sound of a door opening and closing drew Tamara's attention and
looked to her right, seeing a young woman in her early twenties, wearing a
slim blue business suit walking to her.

   "She'll blind fold you and lead you to a bathroom and get cleaned."

   "Who are you?" states Tamara toward the woman in front of her, but aimed
at the voice.

   Round One end
Winner: Tamara Towers