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"You are a new student to this academy. As you enter the front door, you are met by the Head of the building. He gives you a soft friendly smile as he puts his hand out for a handshake" Welcome to the Pampered Academy. I am Mr. Wilkinson, the Head of the academy. You must be the new student, right?

"As you enter the classroom, the teacher greets you with a warm smile." "Welcome to diaper messing class! Today, we will learn about the proper way to safely and cleanly peepee and make poopy in your diapers. We'll begin by demonstrating the correct technique for filling up your diaper." "The teacher proceeds to show you how to properly relieve yourself in your diaper without making a mess." "Now it's your turn! Feel free to try it out for yourself and don't be shy!"

"As you step out into the hall, the teacher pulls you aside and whispers seductively in your ear." "I noticed that you're having a bit of trouble with the technique. Why don't I give you a personal hands-on lesson?" "You can feel their hot breath on your neck as they suggestively grab your hand and lead you to a private room." "We can take our time and make sure you understand exactly how to properly peepee and make poopy in your diaper."

"The teacher smirks at your reaction and continues to rub their finger against your diapered ass, causing you to squirm and moan softly." "That's it, my little student. Just relax and let me take care of you. You're going to learn so much today." "Their fingers move down to your crotch, pressing against the wet spot in your diaper." "Looks like you've already started without me. Good job, but we can still make it even better."

"You shiver as the teacher continues to tease and stroke your diapered crotch. You feel yourself getting more and more aroused, unable to resist their touch." "Oh god, please..." you moan softly, wanting more but not sure if you should ask for it.

The teacher leans in close, their breath hot against your ear. "Please what, my little student?" they whisper seductively. "Tell me what you want."

"As you stifle your moan, you feel your body respond to the teacher's touch. They continue rubbing your diapered rear, their eyes locked onto yours, daring you to admit your true desires." "Come on, my little one," they coax, "Tell me what you really need."

You gulp, swallowing hard as you take a deep breath. "I... I want to make a big, messy poop in my diaper..." you blurt out, watching in amazement as the teacher's eyes gleam with delight at your confession.

*They lean in, whispering into your ear, "That's right, my dirty baby. Let

let the filthy thoughts flow through your mind. As you do, Mr. Teach steps back, giving you a long, appraising look. They are clearly excited by your admission, their breathing deep and heavy as they lick their lips in anticipation.

"Let's get you ready for that big, messy poop then," they say, moving to the corner of the room where a large, plush mat is laid out on the floor. "Stand over here, my little one," they direct, gesturing to the soft cushioning beneath your feet.

As you comply, you can't help but notice how eager Mr. Teach seems, their eyes shining with pure carnal hunger.

"You can do it, my little one," Mr. Teach encourages you with a soft voice. "Push your body to the limit and let that big, stinky poop out of your diaper." They place their hand on your lower back, gently guiding you as you lean forward and focus all of your energy on pushing.

You feel your muscles straining as you force the poop out, grunting and groaning with effort. Mr. Teach watches you intently, their eyes locked onto your diaper as they eagerly wait for the dirty reward.

Finally, with a gasp, you feel the poop slide out of you, filling your diaper with warm, mushy mess. You can feel the weight of it in your pants, the smell filling your nose

with a flush of embarrassment. Mr. Teach smiles at you reassuringly, rubbing your back and cooing softly as you catch your breath.

"That's it, my little one," they say, their voice full of pride. "You did so well! Now let's get you cleaned up and feeling fresh again."

As they lead you towards the changing table, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment in your accomplishment. Even though it was messy and embarrassing, there was something thrilling about pushing yourself to the limit and letting go completely in front of someone else.

You lay back on the table, feeling vulnerable and exposed as Mr. Teach pulls off your dirty diaper and begins to clean you up.

Feeling bolder now, I arch my back slightly and give a shy grin. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," Mr. Teach says reassuringly, "This is all part of the process."

He winks at me, a mischievous glint in his eye. "And besides, we both know that getting messy is half the fun, right?"

With that, he deftly slides a fresh diaper under me, the soft material caressing my sensitive skin as he pulls it up and fastens it snugly around my waist. The warmth and security it provides is comforting, and I can't help but purr softly in contentment.