Brown Slime Stories

Blonde Moment

It was Monday morning in Mrs. Franklin's classroom. The first day of school was always a bit crazy, and the second day would hopefully be better. But maybe not this year.

Because this year, the students were going to have a lot of adjusting to do. 

Mrs. Franklin had a big announcement about something that would change life as they knew it at Adam Smith High.

There was a lot of chatter and laughing, and one girl was even singing a Taylor Swift song when the bell rang.

The teenagers all scrambled for their seats and the room went silent, except for a few giggles and whispers.

Then the grey-haired woman walked to the front of the room and said, "Good morning, class. I hope you all had a nice summer. I'd like to start with some announcements."

Mrs. Franklin had been teaching here since the school was first built, back in 1979, so she knew that most of these kids were probably not going to like what she was about to tell them.

"I know you are all familiar with the school rules, and I'm sure some of you have already heard about the new 'brown showers' and how that's going to affect all of you."

She paused for a moment and looked around the room.

"Ma'am? What is a brown shower?" a blue-eyed girl with long blonde pigtails, Brooke, asked as she raised her hand.

Brooke was a sweet girl who meant well, but she could be a bit... naive sometimes.

Mrs. Franklin smiled. "Well, Brooke, we get it from the sewage treatment plant. But don't worry—it's been treated to kill the germs."

"Umm, yeah, my dad said something about that," Brooke remarked, scrunching up her face. "So, what does that have to do with us?"

"The first thing you need to know," Mrs. Franklin said, "is that you aren't allowed to say 'I don't know' in the classroom."

Brooke looked confused and asked, "Huh? Why not?"

"Because we want you to take your best guess whenever we ask you something. That's how you learn."

"Okay. That makes sense," Brooke said, nodding her head. "I'll be sure never to say 'I don't know' in here."

From overhead, a gurgling noise began to emanate. The students all looked around the room, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

Then, all at once, a big wet cap of sloppy brown muck landed on top of Brooke's head with a loud plop.

Brooke screamed and her eyes bugged out as she glanced up fearfully at the pile of thick goop surrounding half of her skull.

Then another heavy glob of slimy sludge fell into the mass, followed by another, and another...

In rapid succession, a deluge of the sticky slop cascaded down over Brooke's pretty blonde pigtails.

Her mouth and eyes were still wide open in shock as it piled up high, until every strand of her hair was covered by smelly sludge which then spilled down her shoulders and onto her chest.

Her white shirt was quickly smothered in murky brown as the reeking crap coated over her breasts and piled up in her lap.

When the barrage of slime from the sewer had finally ceased, the students in the class broke into a rowdy chorus of laughter.

"Brooke, that is why we don't want you to say 'I don't know,'" Mrs. Franklin said sternly. "You're going to have to think before you speak."

Brooke's jaw was hanging open in shock as she hung her head in absolute mortification.

The sickening feel and the nauseating smell of being coated in actual human shit was horrifying, to say the least, and the fact that the other students were all laughing at her made it so much worse.