Author's Note

I might have made this one messier than I intended. And, again, stretchier because there is no way they wouldn't notice her here. Don't read this chapter if you don't like shitty stories. And I mean that in two ways.

Invisible Farts and Scat

Wallflower sat through her science class wearing her usual perfect-fitting jeans, the ones she had peed in two days ago. She had been able to find a few extra pairs identical to them.

Less than five minutes into the class, Wallflower felt a gurgling in her stomach, which quickly turned into pressure in her bowels. Her breakfast must have been undercooked. She had eaten at a restaurant, where at least the waiters noticed her. She had also thought her milk had tasted funny. It must have expired. She'd never go to this restaurant again.

She looked around to make sure no one was watching her closely, and then released an airy but audible fart. She blushed a little, and sniffed. The smell of her fart was easily noticeable, but none of the students reacted or even gave a single nose twitch. Of course they wouldn't notice. Not yet, anyway.

Wallflower held it in for as long as she could after this. But, six minutes later, she accidentally farted loudly.

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFT!

Wallflower blushed with embarrassment. Surely the others had heard this. Surely they could smell it.

But, it didn't seem like they could.

Wallflower was so angry that she started shamelessly letting loose with a flurry of farts that were as loud as possible. She was that tired of being invisible to everyone, willing to do anything for everyone to notice her, no matter how undignified.

There was still no laughter or reaction to the stench in the room.

Then, after a particularly sloppy fart, Wallflower's underwear felt dirty and very wet.

She raised her hand, knowing she needed to do more than just fart.

The science teacher ignored her. She should have expected this, but if she didn't find relief, she'd have a much messier accident than peeing herself.

As the class went on, Wallflower fidgeted more, the pressure in her bowels increasing. She kept farting, and each fart was dirtier and stinkier than the last. She was sure a few of the later ones were sharts, as her white panties were feeling even dirtier after some of them.

Then, Wallflower got a stomach cramp, and her bowels noisily released its contents.

PPPPPPPPBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRT!

Wallflower cringed as she felt her jeans rapidly fill up with a very wet, squishy, smelly mess. Wetting herself was one thing, but messing herself was too uncomfortable. She started sobbing with her head in her arms on her desk, feeling her mess squishing under her with squelching noises. A horrid stench worse than her farts was now in the air.

Yet, still no one noticed. As soon as she realized, she wanted to scream, even though she should have felt relieved her most humiliating accident had gone unseen, and apparently unheard and unsmelled.

Once science class was over, she waddled to the bathroom and dumped her mess in the toilet. She looked at the damage. Her panties had overflowed and were stained brown at the back, and there was a big brown stain on the butt of her jeans as well.

Wallflower arrived late at her history class in her soiled pants. As the class progressed, no one noticed the messy state she was in or the smell coming from her.

Before long, she was gassy again, and continued to fart (and shart) as loud as possible. Still, no one seemed to hear. She couldn't believe how ridiculous this was.

As she was entering math class, she felt another need to poop. This time, she voluntarily pushed out logs of poop that filled her jeans, causing them to bulge, and the classroom to smell even worse. This was also quieter than last time, as only a crackling sound could be heard as she messed in her jeans for the second time that day.

Again, she got no reaction. So she sat down, cringing at her mess squishing under her rear. And almost enjoying it.

She didn't even bother cleaning up at lunch time, and in English class, she released an even wetter mess than the first time into her jeans, while peeing at the same time. Afterwards, she let out a short fart, dirtying her already heavily-soiled pants further. She was wet, dirty, and smelled really bad, but still no one noticed.

As she walked home in the sunlight, she thought of how silly it was that she had gotten carried away and deliberately used her pants as a toilet to try to get attention. She wouldn't try that tactic again. Even if it worked, it would still be very embarrassing, and not the way she wanted to be seen, however preferable to going unnoticed all the time.

She took a long bubble bath in her soiled jeans, scrubbing herself with soap thoroughly (especially her butt), before changing into her pajamas and laying down in bed.

If only she was as popular as Sunset Shimmer.