Nancy cleaned you up, wiping off some of the shit stains and most of Rachel’s vomit and the two of them continued on with their experiment and research for a few weeks. Much to Nancy’s chagrin, they would eventually find a formula that worked, and the two were rewarded by the school for their efforts. Their real rewards, however, would come at the school science fair.
The science fair was well attended that year, because amid all of the tired old projects that everyone had seen was something completely new. There were no visitors to the baking soda volcano or the static electricity exhibit. Everyone, children, students, teachers and parents huddled around the one display that had to be seen to be believed.
There you sat, nude and prominently displayed on a pedestal for all to see; your mouth and eyes agape with Nancy’s rancid shit pouring out of every orifice. Nancy gave in depth tours of the specimen while Rachel reviewed the data and the video tape as everyone anxiously waited for their turn, lined up behind the poster board sign “Test Subject Troy: The Human Shit” Never before had a science fair exhibit seen such wonder or heard so many snickers.
“As you can clearly see here,” Nancy says, pointing to small amounts of dung oozing out your nostrils, “the subject now has nothing but shit for brains. Our results cannot confirm if this was the case before the test or not.”
Everyone laughs at your disgrace, and they cheer wildly as the pimply faced brainiac and the tubby pale teen who digested you are awarded first prize.