Babe Academy Chapter Thirteen (Patreon)

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“...So, when market price is at its lowest, it may still be too high for consumers to purchase products,” Ms Brewer continued with her lecture, frowning. The farting seemed to have ceased for the moment, but in it’s place a growing pong was beginning to blanket the classroom in a heavy stench. Several students were already pinching their noses shut or surreptitiously fanning their faces. Holly realized, with a heavy sigh, that she was likely staring down the barrel of another messy, stinky diaper change... and she had a sneaking suspicion who the culprit might be.

     In her seat near the back of the class, Kayla gripped her desk with white knuckles, clenching her buns and anus as tightly as she possibly could, hoping she could escape without further humiliating herself... but she was utterly powerless to prevent her body from expelling mushy globs of sticky brown poo-poo into the back of her diaper at random intervals. She could hear the other girls giggling and whispering behind her back, and she was sure that a few of them were staring at her. Kayla pledged not to give them the satisfaction of acknowledging them, even as a particularly sharp cramp in her tummy squeezed loose a particularly nasty round of diarrhea, accompanied by a bubbly farting noise that was clearly audible in the quiet of the class room. Kayla bit her lip, but was unable to prevent a few soft squeaks from escaping as she filled her pampers with an utterly nasty load, lifting her in her seat on a cushion of poopy brown mush.

     “Oh my God!” Holly Brewer cried, frowning as she was disrupted once more, first by the distrusting, muddy farting and squelching, then by the unmistakable poopy odour that quickly shrouded the classroom in a foul cloud. Ms. Brewer found herself thinking of the outhouses back at summer camp, and suppressed a gag. “Who’s responsible for this god awful stink?!”

     Every eye in the classroom turned towards Kayla, who could only sit by and blush. Her cheery red cheeks were like a beacon to Ms. Brewer, who fixed her with an angry glare that made Kayla release a spurt of pee into her diaper. The adult schoolgirl fidgeted and squirmed nervously in her poopy pants. She’d been caught in messy pampers by the pretty young teacher once again, and it was obvious she wasn’t happy.

     “Kayla!” Holly barked, pinching her nose shut against the ever rising stink. “How dare you disrupt my class with this offensive display! Get your messy hiney up here, missy, and I mean now!”

     Reluctantly, Kayla rose from her seat, her diaper all hot and heavy behind her, sagging below the bottom of her skirt. She waddled to the front of the class, her guts still radiating heat and discomfort, as though they were boiling within her. Kayla winced, her belly cramping sharply. She blushed, unable to stop herself from passing gas wetly, the noise clearly audible to those in the immediate area.

     “Ewww!” the nearby students squealed in response, watching as the back of Kayla’s pampers swelled outwards noticeably, the seat gradually colouring brown.

     “Come on, missy,” Ms. Brewer demanded, snapping her fingers, “move that messy butt!”

     Blushing furiously, stinky pampers squishing against her rear end with every little move she made Kayla waddled her way to the front of the class as quickly as she could, her bowels still percolating painfully inside her. And that wasn’t all... as she got closer to Ms Brewer, her schoolgirl heart beat faster and faster, the thought of once again humiliating herself in front of her gorgeous teacher making her weak at the knees... and moist between her thighs.

     Toddling to the front of the class, her butt occasionally emitting a squishy little toot, her diaper growing bloated and stained, Kayla finally stood before Holly, who regarded her student with cool disdain. She folded her arms and stared at her charged, who blushed and avoided her teacher’s gaze, her guilt written all over her face, even if the stink wafting out of her dirty diapers didn’t announce it from a mile away.  

     “Kayla,” Ms. Brewer said sternly, enjoying her student’s discomfort immensely. “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

     “No, ma’am,” Kayla lied, in a silly and very poorly thought out final attempt at saving her dignity. She winced and squirmed, rubbing her tummy unconsciously.

     “Are you sure?” Holly asked smugly. “You seemed like you might have some idea as to the source of that God awful smell that has invaded my classroom.”

     Kayla’s belly gurgled and groaned, and the girl couldn’t stop herself from shimmying and squirming in place, squeezing her hindquarters as best she could. She knew it was ridiculous... knew that everyone knew it was her, and knew that she was on the verge of losing control once and for all, literally in front of her entire class. Still she looked into her teachers eyes and forced herself to speak: “Er... I don’t smell anything, ma’am,” she lied outrageously, cringing when she saw anger cloud Ms. Brewer’s face.

     “You naughty little brat!” Holly scolded, reaching out and snatching Kayla’s wrist. “You come into my classroom,” she lectured, dragging the girl over to the desk, “you stink it up like a little baby... and then you lie to my face about it?!”

     In response, Kayla elicited a loud, bubbly fart, a goopy mess oozing from between her buttocks into the already sagging diaper. Gasping, she reached behind herself to press her free hand up against her tush. The mess in her diaper squished against her warmly, but she was able to stem the flow... at least for the moment.  

     But if Ms. Brewer noticed Kayla’s latest outburst, she gave no sign. Without a second’s hesitation, she pulled the chair out from behind her desk, dragging it up in front of the blackboard, where the other students could get a good look. In moments, she settled herself into the chair and pulled Kayla across her lap in a series of brisk, precise movements. The girl tumbled into spanking position, squealing, her poopy diaper butt stuck up in the air behind her, in perfect position for a spanking.

     She shot her teacher a pitiful, pleading look over her shoulder... but a heavy handed spank was the only response she received, the force of Holly’s palm against the back of her diaper landing with an audible squishing sound, mashing the mess up against her bottom, making her squeal as the pulpy mush was forced up her butt-crack.

     “Naughty girl!” Ms. Brewer scolded, landing one swat after another against Kayla’s lumpy, mushy seat. “I’ve had enough of this behaviour, young lady! It seems like you’re are always disrupting my class with this smelly bottom of yours,” she scolded, emphasizing key words with heavy handed swats to her student’s wiggling derriere.  

     In response, Kayla could only kick, squeal and shiver. Although the abundant padding of both her thick diaper and the big poopy load within provided enough of a cushion to reduce the pain down to almost nothing, the sensation of the gooey, mushy mess being smushed against her cheeks and hammered up her crack, managing to fill every nook and cranny was almost more than she could endure.  

     Further, her bowels were still gurgling, and with the teacher’s thigh putting pressure on her belly, the impact of each spank brought her closer to losing control completely. Her bottom lip quivered as she began to cry melodramatic tears, even as her naughty parts grew hot and wet, throbbing between her legs.

     “I’m tired of you acting like a two year old,” Ms. Brewer scolded, swatting Kayla’s padded, poopy bottom in a slow, steady rhythm. “I’m going to have a talk with the headmistress about this... right as soon as I’m done giving you this reminder!” she said, emphasizing her point with a hard spank.

     The warning was the final straw for what was left of Kayla’s continence. The remaining contents of her bowels voided themselves uncontrollably into the seat of the schoolgirl’s already soiled pampers, the seat swelling outwards rapidly with a noisy series of muddy, gassy squelches.  

     “Dear God!” Holly said, watching the back of Kayla’s pamper inflate like a balloon behind her, the seat going dark and lumpy, the thick, barnyard stench instantly growing more potent. The class was openly laughing at the situation, having little sympathy for the chronically stinky Kayla or the arrogant, bossy Ms. Brewer, most of them agreeing they deserved their respective discomfort. Poor Kayla could only sob, her efforts to regain control utterly futile... her body continued to force a steady flow of mushy brown poopy from her rounded and toned backside at a rapid clip, stopping only for the occasional BLURP or BLORP. The spanking continued the whole time she was loading her pants, making the embarrassing tingle between her thighs stronger, until she could no longer deny her arousal.

     “Foul, disgusting, naughty child!” Ms. Brewer scolded, swatting the girl’s bottom at a brisk clip, each blow spreading the mess further and further across her backside. Holly grew increasingly irritated when she realized the class was tittering, not only at Kayla’s humiliation, but at Ms. Brewer’s self-righteous disgust.

     “STOP THAT!” The teacher demanded sharply, silencing the students instantly. “You march that messy bottom down to the nurse for a change right away, young lady,” she commanded, patting Kayla on the butt for emphasis, “I refuse to deal with it! And I think a conversation with the headmistress regarding your behaviour is long overdue!”