As the spring semester wound down, the tension among the student body at VFSU reached a fever pitch. Exam season was upon them, and nerves were frayed. Among the girls' dorms, Poop Girls, there was an added layer of anxiety as the residents awaited their turn to face the dreaded Voice Fetish Society University oral exam.
Vivienne, a third-year student and one of the select few who had yet to take the exam, sat on her bunk, her eyes fixed on her phone. She clicked through social media, trying to distract herself from the looming reality of what lay ahead. Beside her, her roommate, Michelle, was engrossed in a book.
"Hey, Michelle," Vivienne said, finally breaking the silence. "Do you ever worry about, like, passing the exam?"
Michelle looked up from her book, a small smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. "Of course," she said calmly. "But you know what they say: worrying is like sitting in a rocking chair. It gives you something to do but doesn't actually get you anywhere."
Vivienne chuckled softly, trying to appear unbothered as she slipped her phone into her pocket. She knew that Michelle was right, but that didn't stop her heart from racing every time she thought about the exam.
The next day, Vivienne arrived at the exam room ten minutes early, clutching a half-empty bottle of water to her chest. She took a deep breath as she entered the room, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.
"Take a seat, Vivienne," the examiner, a senior member of the Voice Fetish Society, said with a reassuring smile. "You're going to do just fine."
Vivienne nodded, forcing a weak smile. She sat down on the stool in front of the toilet and placed her hands in her lap, staring at the water in her bottle. She could feel her heart beating against her ribcage as she waited for the signal to begin.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the examiner gave her the go-ahead. Vivienne took a deep breath and pulled her pants down, revealing her bare ass. She gripped the toilet paper roll and let out a small, feeble fart, much to her embarrassment.
"Sorry," she said, blushing profusely. "That's the best I can do right now."
The examiner smiled and nodded encouragingly. "Don't worry about it," she said. "That was actually quite cute. Now, let's see what else you've got."
Vivienne took a deep breath and tried again. This time, she let out a small poop, hardly making a sound. She covered her face with her hands, mortified by her poor performance.
"Don't worry, Vivienne," the examiner said softly. "You're doing great. Just relax and let nature take its course."
For what felt like an eternity, Vivienne sat there, tense and uncomfortable. She tried to relax, but the pressure in her abdomen just kept building. Finally, she let out a long, loud, and nauseatingly smelly fart that echoed throughout the room. She covered her face with her hands, half expecting to be failed on the spot.
"Excellent," the examiner said, her voice tinged with amusement. "That was quite the performance. You can stop now."
Vivienne let out a sigh of relief as she pulled her pants back up. She had made it through the exam, and although she was mortified by her own noises, she was grateful to have gotten it over with. As she walked out of the room, she couldn't help but chuckle at the crazy antics of her fellow Poop Girls.
