Babe Academy Chapter Thirty One (Patreon)

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Kim Murphy awoke to the stink of a freshly made dirty diaper in the air. Apparently poor little April had another tremendous, mushy bowel movement in her sleep. Checking under the blankets, Ms. Murphy confirmed her suspicions: Adult Baby April was snoozing softly on her tummy, the thumb sticking out of her mouth coated in drool, her free hand stuffed between her thighs, thickly padded rump pointing up in the air ever so slightly. She was naked-- except, of course, for her massively messy diaper, bulging and brown behind her.

“Awwww!” Kim gushed, reaching down to press and squeeze the seat of April’s poopy diaper. “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!

“Wakey wakey, Princess Potty Pants!” Ms. Murphy whispered, bending down and kissing her on the forehead. April scrunched her face cutely, yawnng and stretching, sticking the seat of her messy diaper up in the air behind her and wiggling it. Kim laughed, reaching out to squeeze and stroke it.

“Look at this mess!” She giggled, delivering a swat to April’s messy bum. “Did the big baby have an accident in her sleep?”

April giggled mischievously, arching her back to press her messy diaper into Kim’s hand. Ms. Murphy just laughed, delivering a series of open-palmed swats to April’s messy diaper, spreading the load around and making the Big Baby giggle and sigh.

“Oh wow! You really STINK, honey,” Kim said with a laugh, bending down to kiss the helpless little April once more. “And I suppose you want mommy to give you another little poopy-pants diaper change, is that it?”

April purred ambivalently, wiggling in close so she could cuddle with Ms. Murphy. Kim let out a gagging laugh, reaching up to pinch her nose closed against the powerful stench that was enveloping the both of them.

“Oh, I don’t think so, young lady! Come on-- move your little butt! We’re getting you out of these stinky pants... right now! Come on, babykins,” she laughed, swatting her bulging bum once more for emphasis. “Get that little backside in gear-- it’s time to get you out of those messy pampers!”

Meanwhile, in the Headmistress’ apartment, Ms. Hunter, Doctor Waxler, and Nurse Ginger had gathered for a little after-breakfast entertainment of their own. Nurse Ginger had mixed one of her special formulas into Big Babies’ Holly and Candy’s breakfasts. The former teacher and the sexy hitchhiker had happily consumed their meals, greedily eating the mushy paste spoon fed by their mommies, belching contentedly once they’d finished. They were settled on the floor with their toys while the three women sat back and waited for the fireworks to begin.

It didn’t take long... in just a few minutes, the two mentally regressed beauties began to feel the first effects of Ginger’s formula. The girls tried to ignore their rumbling tummies and focus on their toys, but soon they were both farting like crazy... much to the amusement of the three authority figures, who watched the proceedings with superior smirks as they sipped champagne and orange juice.

“Oh dear,” Headmistress Hunter chuckled as Candy leaned to the side and let out a ripper that nearly blew the seat off her diaper. “You’ll have to excuse Little Candy-- it seems that something has upset her stomach.”

Moments later, Holly responded with a huge, wet fart that somehow managed to exceed what her friend had produced moments before.

“Holly,” Doctor Waxler tutted behind a sexy grin. “How can you be so rude? Excuse yourself, young lady!”

The gorgeous, buxom Adult Babies blushed and squirmed, still possessing just enough of their social graces to know they should be embarrassed about passing gas in public, yet unable to stop ripping farts at regular intervals, Nurse Ginger’s formula wreaking havoc with their bowels... much to the amusement of the gathered ladies-- and it was only just beginning.

“Get ready, girls,” Ginger said excitedly. “I think the show’s about to start.”

Moments later, her prediction was proven stunningly accurate as Candy, without warning, violently evacuated her bowels with a loud, squishy fart, grunting as her buttocks parted to accommodate a huge, mushy mess that came uncontrollably thundering out of her and filled the seat of her pampers.

The Headmistress, the Doctor, and Nurse Ginger all chuckled appreciatively, looking cool and elegant as they sipped their drinks and watched as Candy finished loading her diaper moments before Holly doubled over with a groan, clutching her belly. A ghastly, flatulent splattering noise filled the room, and the pretty blonde’s eyes went wide as she was lifted on a cushion of poop.

“Silly girls,” Ms. Hunter giggled, sipping her champagne and orange. “You’re supposed to tell us when you need the potty!”

For the next few minutes, the women were treated to the spectacle of the sexy Adult Babies helplessly loading their diapers with hot, stinky messes, moaning, groaning and grunting as they filled the air with explosive farts and wet, mushy squishes. Behind them, their pampers bulged and went lumpy, a dark stain slowly spreading, getting bigger until they covered most of the seat of the diapers.

Chuckling to themselves, the well-dressed, fashionable women watched with superior smiles, pussies getting increasingly wet as they watched the show unfold. Eventually, the proceedings were interrupted by a text from the head of the kitchen staff-- Nurse Ginger’s ‘secret ingredient’ had been introduced to Ms. Murphy’s coffee as planned, and it was on it’s way up to her room at that moment. Doctor Waxler took in this news with a sigh, rising to her feet, Ms. Hunter reluctantly following suit.

“Fun’s over. Time for us to get everything ready,” Dr. Waxler said.

“Nurse, I presume you don’t mind keeping an eye on The Diarrhea Twins until we return?” Ms. Hunter asked, gesturing towards the still grunting, groaning, and farting Adult Baby Blondes.

“Oh yes ma’am!” Ginger said, a tad too eagerly. “Don’t you worry! I’ll take good care of them!”

“I’m sure,” Dr. Waxler said, raising an eyebrow.

After spoon feeding April her breakfast, Kim Murphy started in on her own meal and was delighted to find it was quite good. She eagerly ate her eggs, toast, and bacon, taking time between bites to sip her coffee, which was strong and hot, with just a trace of something she couldn’t quite place. She sipped it gratefully and gazed across the table at her sexy, diapered companion, who slurped cheerfully on a bottle of apple juice, pausing only briefly halfway through to spread her thighs and piss herself with a long, loud hiss.

Kim was practically buzzing with contentment. She couldn’t have been more happy about the way things had gone last night... and now, she could stop by pretty much any time she wanted! Already her mind was drifting forward to her next visit... would she send another night with the lovely April... or would she select some new company... maybe a brunette this time.

Well, why not both? She thought with a giggle, tucking in to finish off the last of her breakfast before downing the final mouthful of her coffee.

“Did you enjoy your stay, Ms. Murphy?” Dr. Waxler asked, eyeing her carefully.

“Oh yes,” Kim gushed when she met her two partners in this little venture at the door. Even Ms. Hunter seemed to have accepted the situation, and seemed almost cheerful this morning. Kim felt wonderful, victorious... only a softly growing pressure in her stomach marred the situation, no doubt a result of drinking her coffee a little too fast this morning. “Thank you.”

“Oh good... I’m so pleased you found the accommodations to your liking,” The Headmistress said, with only the merest hint of sarcasm. “Feel free to call on us anytime!”

Laying it on a bit thick, dear, Dr. Waxler thought, subtly rolling her eyes.

“Thank you, Ms. Hunter... I can’t wait to-- Uh!”

She cut herself off mid sentence, wincing when a painful cramp shot through her belly. Kim kept her face stoic, but couldn’t prevent her eyes from bulging. Her bowels had suddenly roared to life, and at the worst possible time. She had to go to the bathroom... now!

The Doctor and the Headmistress shot each other a glance, grinning... the trap was sprung, and Ms. Murphy was about to find out what happened to those who tried to take them on.