You spent a few days working your way through Tammy’s stomach and intestines. Ofcourse, the girls were quite serious about the competition as was Miss Ferth and when the time came for you to come out, Miss erth demanded that it was in front of the class, into a bowl on some scales. Tammy seemed happy to oblige as she slipped off her tight jeans and giving a cheeky wink to the class, slipped off her panties and squatted over the bowl.

Tammy gave a grunt as her ashole widened to allow your exit. The first of your remains was shot out like water out of a firehose and the rest of you followed afterwards, in a thick, dark brown pile of shit of almost yoghurty consistency. Some girls sighed and other put on frumpy faces as they knew they were out of the running while others looked excitedly to see how much you would weigh. The bowl was nearly filled and you still showed no signs of stopping. Tammy, closed her eyes seemingly enjoying expelling you. Soon, the bowl was overflowing and some girls continued to cheer for more in the hopes of victory. Eventually, with a plop, the last of you slopped onto the pile and Tammy’s ass shot out a few more sprays before she stood up, turned around with a smile and began to wipe herself clean, throwing the papers onto the pile.

Your final weight was 45 Kg. Miss Ferth managed to win oddly enough. Miss Ferth simply said to the class, “It comes with experience.” Some of the girls gave a fascinated examination of the pile, not seeming able to wait to do it themselves as Miss. Ferth took a picture of the shit. On the wall at the back of the class there were many pictures of many boys who had been used by Miss Ferth. And underneath each of them was the after photo. You were the most recent. When the rest of the class left, Miss Ferth stayed behind to pleasure herself in front of the pictures.