The Governess Revisited Part Five (Patreon)

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"Oooohhh... I don't feel so good," Kymberly moaned when the two were put down for their afternoon nap.

     "Me either," said Veronica, wincing and holding her stomach unconsciously. "My tummy feels funny!" As if on cue, she accidentally farted like a punctuation mark on the end of her statement, her cheeks coloring red.

     But her embarrassment was short lived-- Kym answered with a noisy toot of her own, frowning and rubbing her tummy when it brought no relief... her guts were still churning, a low and constant burbling from her midsection becoming louder and more uncomfortable by the minute.

     BBBlllLLOOORRTT! Veronica leaned to the side, a loud, bubbly gasser emerging on it's own, barely muffled by the seat of her pampers. "Uuugg," she groaned, blushing as red as her hair.

     BBBLLLUURRTTT! Kymberly answered with a blast from her own butt, the sound dangerously moist and gooey in her diaper. "Oh God!" she complained, groaning and rubbing her tummy.

     They went on like this for a few minutes, clutching their bellies and moaning, their bowels bubbling and burning inside them. The frequency and intensity of their flatulence was getting worse, their noisy, dangerously wet farts bringing no relief, and succeeding only in blanketing the room in a gassy stench.

     Soon, Governess DeMer, attracted by all the noise, entered the room without knocking. "Goodness," she exclaimed, fanning her face energetically and trying to suppress a smile. "What's going on in here?"

     "Ohhh... I feel sick, ma'am!" Kymberly groaned, emphasizing her statement by passing gas thunderously.

     "Me too, Ms. DeMer!" Veronica pipped. "I... I think I gotta go potty!" she squealed.

     "I'm sure you do," Ms. DeMer said, grinning evilly. "The way you two pigged out at lunch today, I'm sure you never even detected that laxative I slipped you!"

     "Laxative?!" Kym exclaimed, her guts churning painfully, a worrying weight beginning to build in her colon.

     "But why?!" Veronica groaned, cutting a nasty fart that might have been more than gas.

     "Because I know the two of you have been sneaking off to the toilet when I wasn't looking... I needed a dramatic way to inform you that I won't allow that anymore... from now on, the doors to all the bathrooms in the house are locked... and only I have the key," she said, relishing the power she now had over them.

     Instead of responding, Kymberly simple emitted a guttural grunt. Beyond her will, she felt her backside open, a large surge of mush filling the back of her pampers with a gooey spattering sound, her lips quivering when she felt the mess squish against her buns.

     Veronica quickly followed suit, lifting herself on her knees to raise her backside of the mattress, instantly filling her diaper with a farty explosion. A mushy tide of muddy brown poo-poo flooded out of her rump and filled the seat of her pampers.

     "Since we've been making very little headway with your behavior," Ms. DeMer grinned, the sound of Kym and Veronica uncontrollably voiding their bowels into their diapers like music to her ears, "I think we need to take your regression to the next level: no toilets, no potties... in fact, no acting like an adult at all for either of you until you prove to me that you can behave yourselves!"

     Wracked with cramps, uncontrollably farting and filling their already messy diapers, the plastic growing lumpier and darker with every passing moment, the girls listened in a state of shock and horror. What Ms. DeMer was saying was crazy... but they were too busy loading their pants to argue.

     "I was going easy on you two before," Syren said, smiling at the sounds of their apocalyptic diarrhea. "From now on, it's the full baby treatment for you two-- pampers 24/7, no more toilets... and no more school!"

     Kym and Veronica sobbed and moaned in response, squealing and involuntarily loading their pants. Syren laughed. "That's right, brats! Say goodbye to adulthood... I'm starting over with you two right from the beginning... and that means you'd better get used to messy diaper changes!"

     Helpless to do anything else, Kym and Veronica squealed and cried in their loaded diapers... symbols of their lost womanhoods and their second infancy!