[Request] The Superheroine Poop-pocalypse

            It was a crime wave. Hundreds of members of the deadly Scarab Gang attacked New York City, robbing, looting, stealing everywhere they could. With their expressionless, insectoid masks and armor, they swept across the city in a confident wave. Jewelry stores, gas stations, pawnshops, even random people on the street were all threatened to hand over their valuables or face the Scarab Gang’s laser pistols.

            A troop of Scarab Gang members ran out of a bank with big cartoon bags of money under their arms. They leapt into a Scarabmobile waiting in the street. The head of the bank robbers slammed his foot on the gas pedal, but the car did not move. He looked out the window, realizing that the car was slowly lifting into the air.

            “You have a lot of guts to try and pull this shit while I’m in town!”

            It was Twister, one of the city’s strongest superheroines, easily lifting the Scarabmobile with her telekinetic winds while flying ten feet in the air.

            “Twister! Twister! Over here!” reporters instantly swarmed under Twister, to get the latest scoop, but also to get a peek up her billowing skirt. Twister was infamous for going commando under her flowing, wispy black dress. Cameras flashed, the reporters hungrily catching every inch of her taught, spread, curvy legs, her wide, round, soft ass, the shape of her asscrack trailing to her asshole, her soft pussy, the wavy rim of pink lips encircling her vagina and reaching up to the hood of her delicious clit.

            She rolled her eyes and brushed her curly hair out of her face.

            “Just a second boys, let me chuck this trash in the bay real quick.”

            “WAITWAITWAITWAIT!” the panicking members of the Scarab Gang started shouting from inside their car. It started to tilt back, Twister pulling the car with her powers, ready to pitch it into the air, when suddenly the car crashed to the ground.

            The Scarabmobile screeched off down the street.

            Twister turned pale. A mysterious invisible wave of sound vibrated through the air, too low for humans to hear, passing over her. Her eyes bugged out. Her hands clasped at her guts, which suddenly felt very full, swelling with strength sapping pain and soul crushing need.

            BBrrRBBRRPPHHT

            She farted, in front of the crowd of reporters, her dress flapping upside down to completely moon them for a full second.

            The reporters were stunned, toxic air filling their nostrils like the gusting winds of a hurricane.

            Tornado squirmed in mid-air. She bit her lip, her knees rubbing together. Beads of sweat formed at her hairline. She clenched every muscle in her ass, inside and out. But her petite frame couldn’t hold it.

            SPPPRRLLLTTCHHH

            With no panties to hold back the maelstrom, her asshole opened and ropey turds rained down on the reporters, propelled by the gusting winds of her telekinetic farts.

            The poor scrambling mass of reporters could only scream in panic while they tried to escape the pelting deluge of shit.

***

            “All right asshole! Give me all your cash!”

            A Scarab Gang member pointed his laser pistol at the clerk of a bodega.

            “What are you talking about?” she screamed in his face. “This is the twenty-first century, moron! Every pays with card now!”

            “Just give me the fucking money!”

            CRAASSHH!!

            “MY WINDOWW!!!”

            StupendousGirl and RavenWoman crashed through the bodega’s glass store front, littering the floor with shards.

            A red and blue blur, StupendousGirl zoomed forward and yanked the laser pistol out of the Scarab’s hand, crushing it in her grip. At the same time, RavenWoman threw out one of her patented Ravenrangs, the metal boomerang shaped like a raven crashing into his face.

            “Another one… another one of this…this… endless horde…” RavenWoman said in her raspy, husky voice. It was clearly a fake voice she was doing to sound more intimidating, but it just made her harder to understand. One of the reasons StupendousGirl was the only hero who teamed up with RavenWoman was her super hearing allowed her to actually understand what RavenWoman was saying.

            “MY WINDOOWWWW!!” the clerk wailed again.

            The superheroines ignored her.

            “I wonder where they’re all coming from,” StupendousGirl said, nudging the unconscious member of the Scarab Gang with her boot. “This has to be an organized…”

            Her voice trailed off.

            “Do you hear that?” she said.

            The invisible sound wave vibrated through the air, passing over StudendousGirl and RavenWoman. Both of their knees knocked together and they stuck out their butts, pain seizing their squirming insides.

            PPhhbbrrbbbb

            BBBRRRBTTCC

            Belching farts were already squeezing out of their spasming, clenching cheeks.

            The two superheroines looked at each other and then turned to look at the bodega restroom. A single restroom marked for both men and women.

            RavenWoman chucked a smokebomb onto the ground.

            “RavenWoman, wait!” StupendousGirl pleaded, coughing and squinting through the smoke, but RavenWoman was already hobbling out of the smoke cloud, both arms wrapped around her cramping guts. She darted into the only restroom and slammed the door shut.

            “RavenWoman, hurry up!!” StupendousGirl pleaded, pounding on the door with her hands.

            PPhhrrTTt

            An airy fart escaped out of her clenching asshole.

            “I haven’t even started yet!” RavenWoman screeched. She ripped off her cape and cowl, her dark hair standing on end. Bouncing and squirming, she unzipped her costume and started to peel it off her body. The latex clung to her fidgeting, sweating skin.

            “Please hurry!” StupendousGirl shouted again through the door.

            “I’m hurrying!” RavenWoman shouted. Her costume was around her knees and stood in her bra and panties.

            She winced, suddenly, feeling a prodding turd escape out of her asshole, prodding at the sweaty seat of her granny panties.

            She gingerly pulled her panties away from the protruding turd and slammed her ass down on the toilet.

            SPLATTT

            She was so distracted by StupendousGirl and her own screaming bowels, that she didn’t notice the toilet lid was still down.

            “Oh Goddd…” RavenWoman shuddered. The turd was mashed into her asscrack, across her seat, a sticky mass joining her pale butt to the plastic lid.

            Grimacing, she slowly tried to lift herself off the rank, stinking mess, but her guts were burning. The interiors of her ass were moving, shifting all on their own. And costume bunched around her knees was making it hard to stand.

            SSPPRRLLPPbbbsshh

            Mostly liquid, gooey diarrhea burst out from her, spilling out from between already muddy cheeks and instantly coating the entire surface of the toilet seat in waves of sticky warm mess.

            “NOO!!” RavenWoman squawked. She tried to stand in sudden panic, feeling the warmth of her own shit under her, radiating up to her ass and thighs.

            But her foot slipped, and she went plummeting ass and pussy first right into the slimy mass of her own waste.

            SSPLLRRTTCC

            “AAAAAAAAAAHHKK!!!”

            StudendousGirl didn’t need super senses to hear the tacky splattering and the long stream of someone getting poo in places poo should never be.

            She was doubled over, her own guts rumbling and little farty bursts slipping out of her cheeks. Her head swung around. RavenWoman wasn’t going to be out for a while, that was certain, and StupendousGirl couldn’t have a repeat of last month where she waited too long and ended up shitting her costume. She needed to find somewhere to go, and she needed to find it now.

            The trashcan in the corner of the bodega was overflowing, but the squat freezer next to it…

            StupendousGirl rushed over to the freezer and threw it open, looking down at the popsicles and ice cream inside. Biting her lip in trembling moral conflict, she slowly started to lift her skirt.

            “OH NO! Don’t you dare!” the clerk screamed.

            “I’m thorry!” StupendousGirl said. Her skirt was flipped up and she held the hem in her teeth. Her bare thighs and her leotard were exposed to the clerk. Last time, she couldn’t get her suit off in time and ended up shitting herself. This time she had a different plan.

            She squatted, lowering her butt into the open freezer, shivering for a second as the cool air tickled her thighs.  With her skirt still flipped up and held in her teeth, she reached in between her legs to stretch the leotard away from her butt, hoping to expose her asshole without having to strip naked.

            Her finger pried at the fabric, but she only managed to wedge it between her cheeks, which tingled in the freezer air. She breathed in deep through her nose. She fidgeted on the freezer. Her ass, through instinct, knew that they were squatting, in the position to shit, but couldn’t understand that there was bunched up fabric blocking the way out.

            She squirmed, fingers digging with growing desperation between cheeks, which were now sweating despite the cool air. Her fingers hooked into her leotard and –

            SHHRRIPPP

            The bottom of her leotard was torn to shreds. Her pussy to her ass exposed completely.

            “OH NO!!” StupendousGirl shouted. She looked down at her pussy and then up at the clerk, who she suddenly realized was recording her on her phone, the camera pointed straight at the wavy folds of her pussy.

            She flipped the skirt down just as her ass erupted. A lashing whip of shit burst free with wet, gurgling farts, smearing the length of itself against the inside of her skirt before falling into the unfortunate frozen treat below.

            “Don’t look at me!!” StupendousGirl squealed. She turned her head to the sky, the burning length of foul shit racing out of her hole made her eyes water and her entire body shudder.

***

            All across the city, every superheroine was hit with the same horrible urge. Lines formed outside of bathrooms. Heroes squatted in alleys, painting them brown with their shit. No trashcan, mailbox, or bush was safe from the screaming rectal onslaught.

            And, all around them, the Scarab Gang’s crime wave was able to continue uninterrupted.

***

            Miles above the city, a small spaceship floated above the clouds. A bizarre cannon pointed out one of the spaceships open windows with speakers and telescopes and monitors connected to it.

            The Majorette, sound-based super villainess and arch enemy of speedster HyperBree cackled into her palm.

            “OH-HOHOHOH!!” she laughed.

            Her costume had the hallmarks of 1950s drum majorette outfit: a tall hat squeezed over her curly red hair, golden tassels and epaulets and buttons, but the costume was make of black leather. The leather costume tapered down to a thong leotard which covered her fishnet pantyhose.

            “What did I tell you?” she said. “With my sound engineering and your Scarab technology, I was able to find the legendary Brown Note, and weaponize it! Now we can make anyone down there shit their little brains out while we rob the city blind! I have to thank Belly Buster Burger for giving me the inspiration after their food poisoning fiasco last month! Hey, are you listening to me?”

            The Majorette turned, expecting to see a spaceship full of Scarab Gang flunkies, but they had all been replaced by wiggling, human-sized, silky cocoons, and, in the center of the spaceship control room was Web Woman, “spider silk” still dripping from her butt mounted web launcher.

            “Web Woman!” The Majorette panicked. “But we’re miles above the city! There’s no way your webs could reach this far!”

            Web Woman grimaced. “Let’s just say, your dumb sound cannon made me a little extra motivated!”

            She turned, twerking at The Majorette and firing an extra thick, extra goopy strand of greyish, stinky silk from her launcher.

            The Majorette cartwheeled out of the way.

            “OH-HO! You missed!”

            But, the silk continued traveling, sticking to the cannon pointing out the window. Grabbing her silk, Web Woman yanked on the cannon, and it spun around, pointing right at The Majorette.

            “w-WaiT!!” she stammered, but she was already on her knees, her guts rumbling and fighting with each other.

            Face and fingers twitching, her body instinctively curled itself into a squatting ball, her fat ass pointing to the ground, jiggling in her fishnet tights.

            “no-ooo… I can’t….” she gasped as if the life was being sapped out of her, all the muscles in her body fighting her digestive system and its uncontrollable need to start shitting and never stop.

            SSPPPLLRRPPRRTTTT

            Shit sputtered and exploded out of her. With her thong leotard blocking her asshole, the shit was forced out across her cheeks, where it clung and dripped to her fishnet tights, a shameful dripping, toxic, milk-chocolate covered avalanche.

            Web Woman pulled out her old-school polaroid camera and started taking pictures.

            “Say cheese~!”