It was a couple of days later. Tira sat in class, admiring another potential meal, when suddenly, she felt a pressure in her bowels. Raising her hand she asked the teacher if she could be excused. The teacher nodded slyly and followed shortly after.

Feeling desperate, Tira quickly slid off her panties and sat on the loo as the teacher walked in. With her hands behind her back the teacher smiled and said, “I told her parents what happened to her. I also asked them if they could give me something to remember her by.” The teacher presented a diploma and a certificate of Charlette’s I.Q. She continued with barely contained glee, “They didn’t want to give it. Seemed quite sad about there daughter becoming shit. Even when I told them I wanted to use it as toilet paper to wipe her off they were really enthusiastic… so I threatened to eat the husband and here you go.” Tira smiled sweetly as she squeezed out the cute little turd that was Charlette. It feel in with a polite little plop and she grabbed the certificates from her teacher and wiped the remains away, standing up and leaving without a second glance.

The teacher gave one peek into the toilet, “Well now I know what you look like as a shit.” And casually flushed her down and turned around to get back to teaching.