You start running in the next race. Nothing is as fast as you your running far past the others when your bowles start to act up you whimper as you know you can't hold it and run. Your feel your self fart once the your tail flags. You hear your coach yella "what the hell are you doing?" You blush as your tail hole expands and your mess pushes its way out into your track shorts.
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