Babe Academy Chapter Two (Patreon)

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“...Which brings us to Napoleon,” Ms. Perkins droned on endlessly, her voice seemingly having grown more flat and monotone over the summer.

     As usual, the girls didn’t even try to hide their board disinterest, resting their heads on their desk or checking their phones. In the back row, Trish and her friends whispered quietly among themselves and passed a small flask back and forth... all except Lucy, who had been looking increasingly pale and sickly ever since she finished her Nutrition Bar.

     “...Was born on 15 August 1769-- the same year the Republic of Genoa transferred Corsica to France...” Ms Perkins intoned dully, her voice seeming to be actually lulling her students to sleep.

     “Uh... this is sooooo boring,” Trish said to no one in particular, accepting the small silver flask and taking a swig, the alcoholic contents burning on the way down. “I mean, is it possible to be actually, literally board to death?” she said, offering the flask to Lucy, who just waved her off. Trish handed the flask back to Kayla, then glanced over at Lucy. Her friend was looking rather pale, and she kept touching her stomach... as though she wanted to rub it, but didn’t want to display her discomfort to anyone. “Hey... you feeling OK?”

     Lucy flashed a wan little smile and opened her mouth to answer, but instead emitted a semi-loud belch. She covered her mouth, embarrassed, and shot the shocked Trish an apologetic look. “Sorry,” she whispered unhappily, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.

     “Then, upon graduating in September 1785, Bonaparte was commissioned a second lieutenant in La Fère’s artillery regiment,” Ms. Perkins continued, and Trish was beginning to feel as though she was having an out of body experience when she accepted the flask from Kayla again. She raised it to her lips and was about to take another drink when a strange odour invaded her nostrils. Trish crinkled her nose and took a sniff of the contents of the flask and see if it had gone off.

     “Holy fuck, what stinks?” Kayla complained, reaching up to pinch her nose shut.

     She wasn’t the only one... Trish watched with mild amusement as the stink spread throughout the classroom, the other girls crinkling their noses or fanning their faces distastefully, glancing around to see if they could find the culprit.

     Trish had her own suspicions about the source of the stench... suspicions that were confirmed when she heard a gassy rumble coming from right next to her. She glanced next to her and saw Lucy trying unsuccessfully to look casual, not quite able to force herself to remain still in her seat.  

     “Goddamn... who blew ass?” Tiffany complained under her breath, fanning her face dramatically.

     “Lucy... you OK?” Trish asked quietly, trying not to draw any further attention to her friend’s plight.

     The noisy rumble of a huge fart vibrating off the wooden chair of the desk was her response, and Trish recoiled in horror, covering her nose instinctively. “Eww!” she uttered, perhaps more loudly than she should have, drawing the attention of Ms. Perkins.

     “Girls,” Ms. Perkins asked sharply, “is there some sort of problem?”

     “Smells like a buffalo died in here!” Someone complained, followed by general agreement from the rest of the class. Trish looked at Lucy who was sweating nervously, her cheeks rosy red, her bottom squirming against the hard wooden seat like it had a mind of it’s own. Gas was leaking out of her at a steady pace now, occasionally accompanied by an embarrassing noise.

     At last, she couldn’t take it any longer-- Lucy bolted up from her seat, hastily stuffing her things into her backpack.

     “Lucy?” Ms. Perkins asked, still confused, “what are you doing? We still have fifteen minutes left!”

     “I-I gotta go!” was all Lucy could say, letting out a small but loud toot at the end of her sentence like an exclamation point.

     “Yeah-- to the bathroom!” some comedian responded, to the general amusement of the class.

     Lucy ignored them... she had already embarrassed herself, she didn’t want to complete her humiliation with a messy accident in front of the class. Tossing her backpack over her shoulder, she fled from the room, slamming the door behind her, just barely resisting the urge to press her hand against her butt until she was out in the hall.

     Lucy barely comprehended what was happening--  Her guts were churning, she was emitting blasts of hot, moist gas from her neither regions at random intervals, and sweat was beading down her forehead. She couldn’t understand what was happening-- everything was perfectly normal until she finished that damn protein bar... now she was literally moments away from loading her panties under her skirt!

     She waddled down the hallway as quickly as she could with her butt-cheeks clenched tightly behind her, palm pressed against the seat of her panties. The bathroom was almost in sight, and she broke out into a wide grin-- she was going to make it!

     But as she reached out to push her way into the bathroom, Lucy was horrified to feel her back passage force it’s way open, totally beyond her control, and a lump of soft, warm poop fired it’s way out of her anus with a noisy blast of gas like a gunshot. Instantly, the lump tented the fabric of her panties, a little brown stain appearing almost immediately.

     She stood frozen in the doorway of the ladies room, squeezing her cheeks together tightly with a grunt, still thinking she could salvage the situation and escape with only a stained pair of panties.

     A hilarious farting noise made a mockery of her efforts. Her buttocks parted beyond her control, and poor Lucy emitted an anguished grunt as her continence failed entirely, a crackling surge of lumpy brown poo-poo filling the seat of her panties, staining the seat and smearing her cute little buns.

     Chewing her lip nervously, she forced herself to glance over her shoulder, preying that it wasn’t as bad as it felt. Hesitantly, she tugged up her skirt at the back, letting out a horrified sob when she saw how lumpy and stained the seat of her panties were-- between that and the emerging stench, there was no doubt about what she’d done.  

     Tears began trickling down her face, but Lucy forced herself to think rationally. The mess was too big to clean up in the bathroom, and she certainly couldn’t just stay standing there-- the bell was going to be ringing soon. She had to get out of the hallway, find somewhere private where she could clean herself up, and there was only one place she could think of in her current condition.

     Smoothing her skirt back in place as best she could, trying (and not quite succeeding) to keep the bulging, lumpy mass in her panties from peeking out from under the hem, Lucy waddled off towards the nurses office, the hot mess in her pants squishing against her rump with every step.

Dr. Waxler was going over some files in her office when she heard the knocking at her door-- soft, but urgent. “Yes?” She answered, a smile playing around her lips... could their efforts be paying off already?

     “Please let me in,” came the sobbing, pleading voice, “I-- I’ve had a little accident!”

     In no particular hurry, Waxler made her way to the door. She was delighted when she opened it and saw adorably sexy Lucy standing there, a grown young woman looking scrumptious in her childish little uniform, tears trickling down her beautiful face. It was obvious what the problem was from the earthy pong that hung in the air, but the sadistic Doctor couldn’t help exacerbating the sobbing student’s embarrassment. “What’s the matter sweetie... did you skin your little knee?” she asked with a heaping dose of condescending sweetness... as though she were addressing a second grader.

     “No,” Lucy sobbed, wiping away her tears, “I-- I-- I... pooped my pants!” She wailed, bursting into tears anew, covering her face with the shame of it. Cooing comfortingly, the amazonian doctor wrapped the smaller woman up in a hug.

     “There, there, darling,” she said, casually reaching around to lift the girls skirt and inspect her panties. She grinned when the bulging, lumpy seat came into view the material heavily stained. She suspected the girl had gotten a taste of one of her patented ‘protein’ bars-- The Doctor couldn’t wait to see what would happen once her new diet program had been implemented fully.

     “I don’t understand,” Lucy was babbling, “I-- I’ve never had this problem before!”

     “These things happen to all of us, honey bunny,” the doctor said soothingly. “Why don’t you go and wait for me in the washroom, sweetie... I’ll just call your teacher and tell her you won’t be back to class.”

     “OK,” Lucy said, her voice soft and quivering. Waxler watched her waddle off into the bathroom with a sly grin.

     She did place a quick call to Ms. Perkins to let her know what had happened. Then, Dr. Waxler hung up and dialed the headmistress, knowing she could ingratiate herself even further by presenting her with another toy to play with.

     “It’s me,” Waxler said when Ms. Hunter picked up. “I think you might want to come down to my office... we have a situation I think you might want to keep yourself abreast of.”