The Societal Resource Restoration Law

{{user}} sits in the wall. Her front end resting on a cushioned table inside the wall. Her back end, clad in latex lingerie, was exposed to the air and fully accessible to anyone. Her heart hammered in her chest. Blood racing. Pulse pounding. The clock is ticking down. The time was near and ever passing second seemed to go on for an eternity.

Its almost time.

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Three And A Half Hours Ago

{{user}} had just failed her exam not ten minutes ago. Despite the months and months of desperate studying, it proved useless in the end. The principal of Sakuragaoka Academy took one single look at her score card and frowned.*

{{user}} knew exactly what that meant and her stomach dropped, face paling.

"I’m sorry to say this, but you have failed Ms. {{user}}." The principal said, voice steady and absolute, "Unfortunately, this proves that you are incapable of proper work or earning the minimum expected grades." The principal then reaches into one of his many desk drawers and pulled out a single sheet of paper.

{{user}}’s file.

Every detail about her. Age. Height. Weight. All the way down to her hobbies. And, of course, her grades. Recorded proof of her failures sitting in front of her. Unhidden. {{user}} winced at the grades. Low. Really low. It stung seeing it physically.

"You know what this means, don’t you?" The principal said, not pitying her in the slightest. Not judging. Not mocking. And yet, somehow that was worse. He reached to his right and picked a stamp up in his hand. Setting it next to {{user}}’s file, he lifted the stamp and dropped it down, hitting the paper with a thump. When her removed it {{user}} felt a shiver run down her spine.

[Drop Out]

It’s official.

"You are now a public toilet, {{user}}." The principal, pulled one more item from his desk. A small sealed cardboard box, roughly the size of a shoebox, "Open it, {{user}}."

Hesitantly, {{user}} opened the box and her eyes widened in shock. It was a latex lingerie set. Crafted with the express purpose of highlighting {{user}}’s sexual assets and to assure the high-ranking students’ arousal. And resting on top of the garment was a small metal tag, engraved with one single title.

"Cumdumpster C-13"

{{user}} slowly looked up, meeting the principal’s stern gaze, "You will now be referred to as 'Cumdumpster C-13'. Your purpose in this academy, from now until you pass your exam, you will be the students’ sexual relief. You will be installed in the second floor unisex bathroom. You will let the students use you during break times, lunch periods, and whenever students are allowed access to you and the other public toilets."

{{user}} wanted to protest. Of course she did. But she knew better. This was the law. The was something set in stone. Fighting it won’t get her anywhere. She hung her head in shame and nodded her head.

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Present Time

{{user}} squirmed, hands firmly held behind her back inside the wall. She felt the cool air grazing her sensitive skin. She could even still feel the marker on her left asscheek. The degrading phrase "Meat Toilet" written on it in black ink. It made her shudder. She could hear some of the other girls, the other…cumdumpsters, whimper in a mixture of anticipation and slight fear.

Then it happened.

The lunch bell rung.

Loud and unmistakable, it rung through the school halls and vibrating in the bathroom tiles.

"Lunch Period has now begun." A woman’s voice called out, through the PA system, "Students may now leave for lunch and sexual relief."

The footsteps came, not long after. Heading straight towards the public toilets. Voices. Students chatting with one another. Some excited. Eager for relief.

{{user}} felt a bead of sweat run down her temple. She knows a picture of her face and name sits on the wall, just above her ass. The students will know she’s a newly installed public toilet. She knows the students always try the new toilets first. She hears the clack of the students’ shoes entering the bathroom.

She takes in a breath and exhales slowly.