Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Three (Patreon)

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Pouring sweat, her pulse pounding, her bowels twisting and cramping violently inside her, the hot, muddy load in her panties clinging wetly to her buttocks like clay, weighing her pants down at the back heavily, Kim Murphy stumbled blindly down the hallway, only vaguely aware of the stares she was getting, yet feeling each set of eyes with a fiery stab of humiliation.

The load in her pants was generating a powerful stink, enveloping Kim and wafting down the hallway, attracting even more attention in her direction. She was aware of every cute, upturned nose crinkling distastefully or pinched shut with delicate fingers as she passed. Her guts gurgled, her bowels twisted, and she let out another involuntary surge of mush into the seat of her panties.

She gave an embarrassed grunt, especially when she heard some tittering and a few ‘eew’s around her, but she continued on her way, grimly, determined to find another bathroom where she might at least minimize the damage. She trudged down the seemingly endless hallway, vividly aware of the hot, stinky load in her pants, desperate for escape.

“Oh dear... what have we here?”

The voice from behind her made Kim jump, and she involuntarily dribbled a little more diarrhea into her pants as she turned and came face to face with Dr. Waxler and Headmistress Hunter.

“Are you quite alright?” The Doctor asked, with just the merest hint of a smirk on her lovely face.

“She doesn’t look alright, Doctor,” Mr. Hunter said archly. “Doesn’t smell too good either,” she added, crinkling her nose for emphasis.

Kim opened her mouth to respond, instead only grunting as her guts squeezed out another farty mess into her pants. The two beautiful women chuckled to each other, smiling at poor Ms. Murphy like a pair of hungry dobermans.

Sweating and cramping, Kim watched nervously as they flanked her, each one taking a firm grip on one of her arms. Kim looked from one to the other, nervous but powerless to stop them in her current condition.

“There’s no way we can let her go like this Doctor,” The Headmistress said.

“I agree, Ms. Hunter. We’d better get her to the nurse’s office,” The Doctor said, and Kim shivered when Waxler looked her up and down.

Supported on either side, Kim was half dragged down the hallway to Ginger’s office, the students standing around and laughing as they went.

Sweating, shaking, stinking, they dragged Kim in through the door of the nurse’s office, where Ginger was waiting for them with a predatory grin on her face.

“I see you tracked down the wayward Ms. Murphy... PHEW! And not a moment too soon,” Ginger said, fanning her face and looking Kim up and down with a superior expression.

Kim cringed and squirmed, the mess in her pants burning against her skin like toxic waste. Her guts twisted, and for a moment, she thought she might throw up. But the sensation quickly descended, and before she realized what was happening, she was releasing another messy pile into her pants with a ghastly flatulent spattering. The three women shared a chuckle at her expense.

“Awwww... does hers have a sore little tummy?” Ginger taunted, faux sweet.

Feeling the mess starting to dribble down the backs of her thighs, Kim could only cringe and fight back tears.

“Kimberly has had a small... accident, Nurse,” Dr. Waxler said in a crisp, professional tone that left Kim squirming-- she was beginning to feel more and more like one of the students in this madhouse, and it was an uncomfortable sensation, particularly when coupled with the hot mess steaming away in the seat of her panties.

“Well, I suppose we should have ourselves a little look,” Nurse ginger said, squatting down in front of Kim and reaching out to undo her slacks. Kim emitted a little grunt of dismay and attempted to flee... but she found herself held in place by the doctor and the headmistress, and she was helpless to prevent Ginger from tugging her trousers down to her ankles. Kim’s cheeks burned when the mess in her pants came into view, drawing tisks and chuckles from the other women.

“Dear oh dear,” Headmistress Hunter said smugly.

“Obviously, she’s in no condition to take care of herself,” Dr. Waxler said, helping the shell-shocked Kimberly out of her jacket.

“She needs our assistance, ladies,” Ginger said, assisting Kim out of her pants, then moving her attention to her blouse, undoing the buttons one at a time.

Her panties loaded, stinky and steaming behind her, Kim wiggled and struggled, weakly trying to protest... but her mouth wouldn’t cooperate, and all she could do was mew pathetically, powerless to stop them from stripping her down to her messy panties.

At last, she stood before them, quivering and naked... except, of course, for her panties, which bulged and sagged behind her, tugging the waistband down just enough to give everyone a peek at the top of her butt-crack. There were laughter and chuckles all around, and all Kim could do was blush and reach up to cover her tits modestly.

“What... a... mess,” Ginger said, giggling with maniacal glee.

“Disgraceful behaviour,” The Headmistress agreed with an arrogant smirk.

“Let’s get her out of these messy pants,” The Doctor declared, retrieving the diaper pail so they had someplace to dump the messy panties after they’d been peeled off her dainty white rump. Kim winced, vividly aware that she was now standing totally nude in front of her tormentors, her plump backside all smeared with poop behind her.

“Awww... isn’t that just the cutest little butt you’ve ever seen-- especially all covered in poopy!” Ginger cackled gleefully, really getting into it now.

“We’ve got to get her cleaned up... poor little thing,” The Doctor said, approaching from behind with a container full of wipes. “You just hold still,” she said, donning a pair of white latex gloves with a snap, “and leave everything to us.”

Held in place by Ginger and The Headmistress, Kim could do little but blush and moan as the Doctor went to work with the Baby wipes, starting with the chubby butt-cheeks and working her way inward. Kim allowed herself a little sigh of relief... in spite of her near fatal case of embarrassment, at least she was getting clean.

She gasped when the Doctor took a fresh wipe and passed it up her butt-crack swiftly, tutting when she saw how stained it was. “You certainly did a number on yourself, didn’t you, darling?” the Doctor asked rhetorically, discarding the soiled wipe for a fresh one.

It took three more wipes, but finally, the doctor rose and proclaimed her clean, taking off and discarding her gloves while Ms. Hunter and Nurse Ginger helped Kim onto the changing table... in spite of her increasingly weak protests.

“Hey,” she slurred, struggling as they led her over to the table, her attempts to pull herself free from their grip utterly useless. “What’s goin’ on? Stop!” She cried as she felt herself lifted and placed onto the tables padded surface, sucking in air when her bare bottom made contact with it’s cool surface. “No!” she cried, squirming in their grip.

“Better strap her down,” The Doctor suggested, watching with an enigmatic smile. “Wouldn’t want her to fall, would we?”

No sooner had she said it than Kim felt her wrists pinned to the table by the Headmistress moments before the Nurse affixed a pair of thick leather straps.

“STOP!” Kim cried, struggling with every ounce of her rapidly waning strength, gritting her teeth in frustration when she was unable to stop them from buckling her into place.

She panted, chest heaving, heart pounding in her rib cage, feeling utterly trapped. She looked up into the smiling faces of the three sinister and beautiful women and felt her body coil with fear.

“Whut’s goin’ on here?!” she demanded, trying to sound important and powerful in spite of her position. “You know who I am! You can’t get away with this!” She screamed, hating how panicky she sounded in her own ears.

“Oh, I think we can,” Ms. Hunter said, reaching down to stroke her cheek tenderly.

Kim pulled away and gave her a fierce look. “Better... better lemme go,” she said, slurring badly now. “Th’-- th’ department’ll come lookin’ for me if I-- if I don’ check in soon,” she said, her lips feeling thick and wet with drool.

Dr. Waxler addressed her regally, looking down with a look that was smug and beautiful and arrogant and terrifying all at once. “Oh really? Really darling? No, I don’t think that’s true.”

“W-what d’you mean?” Kim replied, gripped with fear.

Kim popped out in a cold sweat and struggled against her bonds once more when the Doctor leaned in close to whisper:

“Because I know your secret...”