Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Two (Patreon)

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Under the hawkish gaze of Headmistress Hunter and Dr. Waxler, Kim Murphy began to feel beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Within moments, Ms. Murphy’s bowels were a raging inferno, a fiery, hellish pit boiling away inside her. In seconds, she felt a steady stream of hot, toxic gas and burning liquid magma flowing through her guts and building up between her butt-cheeks, which she was already instinctively clenching.

“Are you feeling alright, dear?” Dr. Waxler said, watching Kim Murphy wince and rub her tummy a bit. Evidently, the “special ingredient” Nurse Ginger added to her coffee that morning was beginning to kick in. Better buckle up, darling, she thought. Little-Ms.Smarty-Pants was about to experience the full brunt of Ginger’s evil genius.

“Y-yes... I’m fine,” Kim said, forcing a faint smile onto a face that was growing increasingly pale. “I-- I think maybe I overdid it on the coffeeEEEEE!”

Her eyes went wide when she felt a sudden cramp in her tummy. There was a sensation of shifting inside her that bordered on being painful, accompanied by a noisy burbling. Her colon filled so quickly that she couldn’t halt a little peep of gas from escaping her rear-end. With a gasp, she tightened her buttocks as best she could, preventing a full-fledged eruption of flatulence (and who knew what else)... at least for the moment.

“Do you need to use the toilet, Ms. Murphy?” Dr. Waxler asked, her eyes flashing with silent laughter.

Dripping with sweat, Kim shook her head, squeezing her anus as hard as she could. Her desperation was growing, she wasn’t thinking straight.... but every instinct was telling her she should get away as soon as she could. Furthermore, she wanted these two beautiful, powerful women to regard her as their equal... she couldn’t bear the thought of them knowing she was having such an embarrassing problem.

“I... I’m alright, Doctor. Thank you for askeeeEEE!”

Ms. Murphy tried her best to keep her problems under wraps, but when a major cramp shot through her tummy, squeezing a loud, bubbly fart out, she could do little more than blush and squirm as the other women began to smirk.

“Um... You know,” she said, voice breaking a bit in spite of her best efforts, “perhaps... perhaps I will pay a little visit to the lavatory before I leave. Pardon me ladies!”

Turning, she scurried off down the hall, only faintly aware that she’d reached back to clench her hands over her buttocks as she ran in a desperate attempt as staving off an accident.

“Hmmm... I think we have ignition,” said Ms. Hunter with a grin.

“Indeed,” Dr. Waxler agreed, folding her arms under her huge, milky breasts. “Let’s head down to Ginger’s office... she’ll have the best view of the action.

“Excuse me!” Kim said, dashing between the students still lingering in the hall after breakfast. In the past, the sight of dozens of gorgeous young women, diapers barely hidden under their flimsy skirts, would have been greatly appealing to her. Now, they were simply obstacles standing between her and her goals. “Pardon me! Excuse me! Oh, please move out of the way!”

The students complied as best they could, moving to the side as much as possible to allow her to move past, but it was still slow going. Her gas was out of control and she was farting like crazy... only the volume of the chatter in the crowed hallway prevented total embarrassment, allowing her to pass gas freely as long as she wasn’t letting them rip too loudly. But her urgency was growing stronger with every passing moment, and she realized, as she neared the restroom, that she was feeling very moist between her buttocks.

Kim hit the door with a bang, allowing herself a smile when she realized salvation and relief were just a few feet away.

But her hope crumbled away to ashes when she saw that not only was every stall occupied, but there was a long line, with about half a dozen girls waiting for a free stall-- and with the school’s ‘special oatmeal’ bubbling away in their bowels, it didn’t look like anyone was going to be volunteering to give up her spot in line. According to the data Dr. Waxler had shared, only about 25% of the students remained continent (though many of them were in training pants.) It had seemed like a small number... but looking around with fear in her heart and a burning hot load bubbling away in her colon, Kim realized, bitterly, it would be more than enough to keep her from her goal.

Reluctantly, she got into line, still clenching her butt-crack with her hands and bouncing in place unconsciously, unaware of the attention she was receiving from the girls, who were unused to seeing a non-student in their bathroom. Kim’s guts gurgled, her bowels spasming inside her, her colon feeling uncomfortably full, and getting fuller by the minute. She was completely unable to stop herself from letting out a nasty, bubbly fart that drew audible giggles from around her. Kim cursed herself, feeling her cheeks go red.

She squirmed and wriggled, and at one point became so desperate that she did an actual potty dance, frantically hopping from foot to foot while squeezing her buttocks and clenching her butt-crack with both hands. Her amusing performance sent ripples of giggles from the assembled girls, who had turned to watch her with interest, whispering to each other... The blushing Ms. Murphy could find no sympathy in those faces!

There were only three stalls, and at least two of them had girls in the midst of some frankly alarming bowel movements at any given time, so the flow in and out was slow. Kim watched the line shrink until, after what seemed like centuries, there was just one more person in front of her.

At last, her desperation reached the point where she was forced to cross one leg in front of the other and squeeze as best she could, rooted to the spot. The sound of a flushing toilet filled her with hope, and for a second, she thought she was actually going to make it.

But before the door could even open, a sudden, savage cramp hit her like a fist in the gut, the pressure increasing to the point of no return. With a disgusting, mushy shart, Kim loudly filled her draws with a hot, muddy mess. She emitted a loud squawk of outrage as she felt the material of her panties bag outwards in a valiant effort at keeping the load contained. But the flimsy cotton wasn’t up for the job, the mushy poo-poo soaking through her grey skirt almost immediately, the stain quickly growing to the size of a tea-cup, then expanding to the size of a saucer.

The ambient giggles had grown into full blown laughter, and Kim Murphy was forced to stand, ears burning, panties filled with a hot load of poop, while dozens of beautiful girls stood around and laughed at her-- a complete reversal of her fantasies! She saw herself as an Alpha Mommy... girls like this should be submitting to her authority-- not having a giggle at her expense as she stood there with a pantload of diarrhea!

Shamefully, she waddled towards the door, pausing half way there to grunt out another uncontrollable load of poop into her panties with a nasty, wet farting sound, bringing a fresh round of tittering from the girls. Once she was finished, Kim scurried out through the door and into the hallway once more.

“Ha! Did you see that?!”

Headmistress Hunter whooped triumphantly as they watched the spectacle in the girls bathroom unfold on Nurse Ginger’s CCTV cameras. “Look at that stain! Serves you right, bitch!”

Her mood had been steadily improving as the plan proceeded, and now she was genuinely happy to see the downfall of the would-be interloper. The annoying Ms. Murphy was learning the hard way what happened when you crossed the Headmistress and the Doctor.

Dr. Waxler simply smirked, watching the show unfold. When Ms. Murphy attempted to horn in on their project, she probably had no clue that it would end with a massive dump in her pants... but the best was yet to come.

As for Ginger, she just watched gleefully, both thrilled to be watching live with her ultra-sexy bosses and frustrated that she couldn’t masturbate as they watched, having to content herself with squirming in her seat.

“Excellent work, as usual, Nurse,” Ms. Hunter said, laughing out loud at Kim’s humiliation. “Expect a nice bonus in your next paycheck!”

“I love my work,” Ginger said with a sigh, panties getting moist beneath her.

They watched their victim stumbled out the door and into the hall, pausing only to grunt and dump another load in her pants before she left. The Doctor shot the Headmistress an excited look.

“There goes our mark... let’s go get her!”