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Megan toyed with the battered pamphlet in her lap, desperate to calm herself. The ten-year-old had read every single word on the formerly glossy pages like it was a religious text—her opportunity might as well have been a matter of divine intervention. Having grown up in a poor, rural town, the freckled blonde never thought she would get the opportunity to leave the state, let alone the country. Now Megan was sitting in the fanciest bus she had ever seen, on her way to the kind of school that a lifetime of chore money could never pay for.
Bonnefille Academy, she had learned, was a very unique—and extremely prestigious—boarding school, with the best teachers and facilities just about anywhere. Despite being one of the best of the best, the school still strived for more. Their scholarship program meant that nearly half of the students attending Bonnefille were girls just like Megan—bright, eager students that didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hell of finding the money to pay tuition.
On the surface this scholarship program seemed incredibly altruistic. However, it was practically necessary. The Academy’s ‘cutting-edge’ lessons were technically experiments. Backed up by research and theory, with only the most prestigious names in their fields allowed to even apply to teach, they were still unproven. While Bonnefille’s wealthy patrons and parents were sufficient to fund the school’s ambitious programs, they represented too few people willing to join every given lesson.
Thus, the scholarships. While those girls with wealth to spare were given their choice of classes, and a truckload of other privileges aside, students attending through a scholarship were placed to fill seats. It was ultimately a beneficial union—scholarship students were given the highest quality of education, accommodation, food, even transport to and from the Academy, all for the price of not getting to choose their classes.
Everyone got the basics. No girl attending the glamorous Bonnefille Academy was going to leave without knowing her letters and numbers, for example, but it was up to the school what else they would be learning. There had even been a mountain of paperwork involved, which the nice woman that dropped it off explained was just to cover all bases—an unfortunate consequence of ungrateful scholarship recipients, trying to change classes or drop out entirely over an unwanted course. Megan didn’t understand a word of any of it, and her parents didn’t either, but they still signed everywhere the woman pointed.
The bus rolled near-silently down a well-paved but remote road, through a picturesque forest over an hour from the nearby town. Megan’s solo journey by plane, train and bus had been harrowing, but the sight of Bonnefille Academy made it all worth it. Every step of the way had held glimmers of the fanciful, wealthy lifestyle she was about to be part of—well-dressed women handled her bags, guided her from place to place, and took care of all the details. For a girl who was thankful her local school even had a bus, this all seemed beyond excessive.
Over the next few days, however, the novelty wore off a bit. Her bedroom was shared with over a dozen other girls, some of them younger, some of them older, and it was clear she was being housed in the less-nice part of the Academy. There was a significant walk from the scholarship dorms to the main school facilities, a strict bed-time enforced by a stern-but-fair older woman, and an awful lot of strangers. Megan didn’t complain one bit though—like all the other girls she bunked with, she was unbelievably lucky to even be here.
A day before classes were set to begin, well-dressed helpers delivered a parcel for each girl, containing her new uniform and class schedules. Megan was still a little nervous about getting changed with a bunch of strangers around, but the prospect of trying on the high-class school uniform was enough to take her mind off of it. Carefully, Megan extracted it from the faintly scented tissue paper, unfolded it with great care, and put it on.
The floor to ceiling mirror at one end of the room was more than enough for Megan to check herself out. Her sunkissed skin and freckles made Megan stand out a bit as a country girl. Megan’s bright blue eyes fussed over her short blonde curls, the buttons on her white button-up shirt, and the pleats on her navy-blue skirt. Pristine white socks covered her legs up and over the knee, leaving only a thin line of skin exposed below the belt.
Megan was shorter, smaller than most girls her age, but the uniform fit her perfectly—she wondered if they had tailored it for her. Even her new shoes felt fancy. The black, strapped shoes were comfortable and fashionable, and made a satisfying click when she walked around. As the other girls in her room tried their uniforms on, Megan really started to feel like she belonged here.
“We look soooo fancy! Oh my GOSH, I think I have matching hair-clips … you want to borrow some, Megan?”
Avery had the bunk above Megan’s, and the two had become close almost instantly. Despite the fact that she was a fair bit taller, Avery was younger by almost an entire year. Megan had turned ten only a couple months ago, while Avery was going to have her tenth birthday around the end of the year. She twirled in the mirror, her skirt rising as if to emphasise the contrast between her dark skin and white socks. While most of the other girls seemed a little intimidating to talk to, Avery’s constant, bright smile and shining brown eyes made her very approachable.
After a bit of hair-clip comparison, Avery put a trio of navy blue clips into her extremely curly brown locks to keep her fringe from covering her face. Megan gratefully picked out a blue one with a little ribbon on it. Her hair was short for the exact purpose of keeping her own curls out of her eyes, but Avery’s enthusiastic approval left Megan with no choice but to keep it in.
“Have you looked at your schedule yet? What class did you get?”
“Ooh, no … hey, you haven’t even opened yours, Meg! C’mon, let’s look together.”
The hefty packet of papers contained just about everything anyone could want to know about the courses, though they clearly weren’t designed with preteen reading levels in mind. Still, the schedule itself was straight-forward, if jam-packed. All the stuff Megan expected to see was there—maths, English, history, physical education, all crammed into a week. However, one exception caught her eye. Wednesday morning featured a double-length lesson. Then, on Thursday, the schedule was blocked out from morning to after lunch. Both were for the same class.
“Advanced Biological Applications, taught by Dr. Fletcher. What’s that about …?”
“OH MY GOSH MEGAN! We got the same one!”
Avery nearly bowled Megan over as she thrust her own schedule forward. Avery was in nearly all of her classes—not unexpected, given that they were in the same grade—but she had also ended up in the same special class. As far as Megan remembered, the special classes were very rarely split up by age, just by availability. It didn’t really matter to her whether it was luck or something else—Megan just wanted to know what it was about.
“You two got it as well?”
One of the older girls, a red-haired teen Megan had spoken to only once or twice by the name of Shauna, stopped as she walked by.
“Yeah. I dunno what it’s about though.”
Shauna arched her eyebrow.
“You’ve never heard of Dr. Fletcher? She’s incredible. She’s, like, a hardcore conservationist. I heard she got in trouble for a few experiments into waste reduction, but those people just didn’t get the big picture stuff.”
Megan and Avery listened as Shauna continued to explain—though it started to become clear from the way her bespectacled green eyes sparkled that the teen had a bit of a crush. Dr. Fletcher was a pre-eminent researcher and professor in the field of advanced biological applications for environmentally friendly waste management and recycling. Evidently, the class was going to involve the students participating in a variety of activities that would help advance scientific progress, while also showing them practical ways they could personally be a part of an environmentally sustainable future.
Most of Shauna’s more technical explanations went over their heads, but the two girls were definitely on board for advancing science and saving the planet. Shauna also went to great pains to highlight the doctor’s incredible beauty whenever she got a chance. Megan and Avery didn’t really believe that, their mental image of a scientist being rather less glamorous, but all through their first two days of lessons they heard nothing but whispers about some gorgeous teacher that left everyone’s hearts aflutter.
Monday was an incredible rollercoaster. Megan didn’t hate school, but having to get up so early to eat breakfast, get dressed and walk halfway across the school grounds did leave her yawning quietly through her first class. At the same time, Megan was blown away by the sheer level of wealth on display—from the incredible technology in every classroom to the accessories worn by the rich kids, it was all so much. At the very least, Avery’s rather less subtle reactions to all of it kept some eyes off of her.
By Tuesday, it started to feel more normal. Sure, it was all super fancy, but it was all school as normal. Her teachers clearly knew a lot, and the lessons were far better than what she had back home, but it was still all the same stuff. There were even cliques already forming among the girls, as everyone scoped out who was in which class. The main divide there was rich and poor—the girls from wealthy families rarely spoke to the scholarship students—but even then, other groups popped up fast. Megan was too used to her tiny town’s pace, and Avery seemed content to just follow Megan, so they ended up a little left out.
Wednesday’s arrival had Megan’s heart pounding with nerves. She had discovered very little concrete information about her special class, though Avery’s constant refrain of ‘we’ll find out when we get there’ kept her from worrying too much. Shauna walked with them all the way over to the classroom, along with a fair few other scholarship girls. While Avery was one of the youngest in the group, there were still a few girls a bit younger than her. Most of them were between Megan and Shauna’s age.
The classroom was surprisingly simple compared to the others, though still leagues better than what Megan had in her hometown. No desks, just long benches set up to face a small stage and podium at the front of the class. Megan had expected science equipment, like beakers and lab coats and whatever else scientists did. It gave her the impression they weren’t going to stay here for too long.
Other girls filtered in as the start of the school day drew nearer. Avery and Megan ended up sitting near the front, with Shauna just a bit behind them. An empty spot next to Megan was eventually filled by a girl a few years her senior, a teenager with perfectly straight black hair and immaculate skin. Dark eyes glared down at Megan, as though the wealthy teen was concerned that Megan’s financial status was infectious. Tapping away on a phone that probably cost more than her family’s car, the haughty girl barely looked up when their teacher arrived.
Dr. Fletcher was possibly the most beautiful woman Megan had ever seen. The word that came to mind was statuesque, which had nothing to do with the fact that she learned it yesterday. Tall, lean, with an incredible figure that managed to be eye-catching without being over the top, Dr. Fletcher had the attention of every girl in class before she even opened her mouth. Her steel-grey eyes swept across the room, appraising every single face she saw—satisfied, she gave a small nod and approached the podium. The room fell silent.
“Welcome, everyone, to my special Advanced Biological Applications class. As you surely know, this is a very unique class, and this year I look forward to building on the progress that has been made in previous years. I am certain that every one of you will agree that this class will be unlike any you’ve taken before.”
Murmurs burbled across the classroom at that proclamation, though a handful of students were too busy drinking in Dr. Fletcher’s beauty to say anything. Megan peeked to her left to see Avery bouncing in excitement—to her right, the haughty teen continued to tap her fancy nails against her phone screen, evidently not paying any attention whatsoever.
“Now, I would like it to be noted that every student in this class has already signed all the relevant paperwork, which is binding. If you do not belong in this classroom, you will need to leave immediately.”
When no one moved from their seats, Dr. Fletcher continued.
“Good. With that said, I am certain all of you read carefully through the documents given to you when you were assigned this class. However,” she sighed, brushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, “I am also certain that many of you may still not understand what this class is about. Prior experiments have shown that such a misunderstanding introduces an unacceptable variable into the test results. Thus, I have a short presentation that should solve this dilemma.”
Megan barely had a clue what the class was about when she arrived, but after the presentation she felt like she knew even less. Dr. Fletcher was clearly very excited about her research, but hadn’t made much attempt to rephrase any of it in a way a bunch of teens and preteens could understand. The slides she showed on the screen behind her were dense with diagrams and schematics, and Dr. Fletcher never stopped to repeat herself.
Confused looks and concerned whispers filled the room—even the teen beside Megan had looked up from her phone, at least long enough to look mystified with the entire explanation. Dr. Fletcher just shrugged, an unspoken ‘what can you do’ in her gesture.
“Ah, well. No matter, we shall cover the theory in more depth as the year goes on. A practical demonstration will surely get everyone up to speed, however! Might I get two volunteers?”
That only prompted more murmurs—dozens of voices quietly asked, what are we volunteering for? Fortunately for Dr. Fletcher, she had at least one eager student. A rush of air behind Megan prompted her to look back, to see Shauna halfway out of her seat already, hand waving in the air. Dr. Fletcher laughed melodically and called the redhead down to the stage, prompting her to wheel over a pair of cloth-covered carts on her way.
“Love to see such enthusiasm for science! However … If no one else is willing to put their hand up, I shall have to select someone. Might I remind you all that participation in all aspects of this program is mandatory? Let’s see …”
Dr. Fletcher’s finger whipped out seemingly at random, and she pointed in Megan’s direction. After a moment of surprise, Megan realised that she wasn’t the chosen student—it was the haughty girl next to her.
“Asuka, as I’m sure you’re aware, there’s a strict policy against using your phones in class. Perhaps something more hands-on will help you focus?”
With an exaggerated sigh, Asuka dropped her phone into her handbag hard enough to make Megan cringe. After a moment’s pause, to make sure she really had to help, the stylish teen stood, straightened her back and sauntered to the stage with a model’s grace. Once she was by Dr. Fletcher’s side, Shauna and Asuka were tasked with revealing the contents of the carts.
The much larger, more complex of the two resembled a low bed, wedged in between two sections of wall. There were odd straps along the bench, and a section that looked like a headrest sticking out of one of the walls. Cutouts on both sides were covered in a soft, rubbery material, with moving parts that let them open and close a little.
Compared to that, the other one was far more straightforward—it was just a table on wheels, with the interesting parts sitting on top. From where Megan was sitting, all she could see was a bunch of straps and buckles, along with unidentifiable bits of metal and piping. It reminded her of an outfit she had seen in one of her mothers’ secret magazines, that made it hard but not impossible to move … though she hoped Dr. Fletcher didn’t plan to whip her afterwards, like the other lady in that magazine.
On stage, Shauna seemed unreasonably excited. Without a doubt, she was the only girl present who knew what was about to happen. Asuka just glared down at the odd garment in front of her.
“What’s that thing?”
Dr. Fletcher looked over at one of the younger girls, who belatedly raised her hand to go along with her question. The doctor furrowed her brow.
“I thought I explained quite thoroughly … Perhaps there’s more work to be done on the presentation? No matter. I suspect you’ll understand shortly. Now,” she turned, now facing Shauna, “For everyone else’s sake, what is your name and age?”
“I’m Shauna,” the redhead eagerly introduced herself, “Thirteen years old. I’m also, like, a huge fan of yours–”
“Wonderful, Shauna. As you seem to be the only person who paid attention to my explanations, you can go first. Remove your uniform.”
All the murmurs in the classroom stopped abruptly, and even Shauna’s infectious smile faltered for just a moment. Asuka’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Wai– uh, r-right here, Dr. Fletcher? In front of everyone? I know what this is for, but I thought–”
“If you already know all that,” Dr. Fletcher interrupted again, “Then you’ll know that it would simply be a waste of time to undress elsewhere. So, if you please, remove your uniform so we can continue.”
To everyone’s shock, Shauna simply nodded along, as though conceding it was a good point. With very little hesitation, and with her face starting to turn as red as her hair, Shauna started to unbutton her shirt. The rising murmurs quickly rose to excited, confused chatter.
“This is some kind of sick joke, right?”
Asuka regarded Dr. Fletcher with disgust, now fully paying attention. Her eyes flicked between the doctor, the pile of straps on the trolley beside her, and Shauna’s shaking hands. Everyone looked back to the doctor.
“Not in the slightest. I fail to see what anyone could find humorous about scientific progress.”
“Scientific– my mother is on the course committee! When she hear’s about this–”
“Oh, you’re Mrs Sano’s daughter, aren’t you? Your mother was most enthusiastic about the outcomes of this class. In fact, hers was the deciding vote! I shall have to thank her later.”
Every hint of colour faded from Asuka’s face. After a moment, she opened her mouth to protest once more—Dr. Fletcher pre-empted her, and spoke first.
“You might have also heard, if you weren’t so busy on your phone, that all aspects of this program are mandatory. Failure to participate is not just a cause for a failing grade, but also a breach of contract leading to your prompt expulsion.”
It seemed to everyone that Asuka could have tolerated failing a class, but getting expelled was unacceptable—every last hint of defiance faded, from her as well as many other girls. It was unthinkable for scholarship girls like Megan to be expelled from a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this, but she realised in that moment that even the rich girls were lucky to be here.
All eyes turned, then, back to Shauna. While Asuka had been voicing her apparently irrelevant opinion, the redhead had already removed most of her clothing. Her shirt, skirt, shoes and socks had been hastily dropped into a pile by the podium, leaving her in just her underwear. Fumbling with shaking hands, Shauna clumsily took those off too, her plain white training bra dropping onto the pile along with her panties.
Completely nude, Shauna held her hands in front of her crotch as dozens of eyes inspected her budding breasts and pale, freckled skin. Megan had seen girls naked before—she had even seen Shauna get changed, in their dorm room. But here, it felt different. Her cheeks grew hot as her eyes traced over the girl’s minimal curves, her small, pink nipples, or the glistening of fluid between her thighs.
“Wonderful. I’m so glad to have such a reliable assistant! Keep this up, and I might have to offer you a job.”
Dr. Fletcher’s laughter at her own joke pierced the silence that had fallen across the room. A mixture of fear and curiosity kept every one of Dr. Fletcher’s students watching, wondering if they too might be called to demonstrate.
Shauna clambered onto the apparatus beside her without prompting. Her limbs shook with excitement, and her face burned with embarrassment … but her eyes shone with pride at Dr. Fletcher’s approving smile. There wasn’t much space between the two wall-segments to lie down, but Shauna seemed to know exactly what to do. She laid on her back on the bench and stuck her head through one of the cutouts, then shuffled further down until she was comfortable.
Peeking through the cutout on the opposite ‘wall’, Shauna’s backside was barely visible from where Megan was sitting. The cutout didn’t leave any room for her legs, which Dr. Fletcher bent up until her knees touched her chest. Shauna twitched every time Dr. Fletcher touched her, but she let the doctor continue to tighten straps all over her body. Once she was done, Dr. Fletcher’s eager assistant was bound so tightly she could barely move a muscle.
Shauna was bent double at the waist, with her legs folded against her chest. Her arms found their place in a set of straps by her sides, and the soft rubber of the openings closed to gently fill any remaining gaps. After a few adjustments to Shauna’s headrest, the work was done.
“Make sure you’re paying attention to this part at least, class. You will be placed in your pods in much the same way.”
While the position of her limbs looked uncomfortable, Megan had to admit that the bed and headrest looked quite the opposite. When Dr. Fletcher spun the entire apparatus around, leaving only Shauna’s upside-down face visible, she could see how it supported her. Shauna couldn’t move her head very much at all, but the soft rubber of the headrest meant she didn’t have to expend any effort to stay in that position. If anything, Shauna looked pleasantly surprised. Two thick braids of red hair dangled down, wobbling with every move Shauna made.
Despite her position, Shauna was the only one who would have described her surprise as pleasant. Still reeling from their teacher making a girl strip and climb into some strange device, every student in Dr. Fletcher’s class realised at the same time that it was only a matter of time before her turn came up too. If Dr. Fletcher realised the wave of horror spreading through her class, she didn’t comment. If anything, she seemed far too eager to compound that feeling with more bad news.
“Now, while Shauna here is strapped into a demonstration model,” Dr. Fletcher continued in the same joyous tone she had used in her lecture, “The rest of the pods are actually installed within the bathrooms throughout all the school buildings. Between them, really. Thus, the walls here. Looking at Shauna as you are now, this is the view you’ll have in the sitting bathrooms. Then, on the other side …”
Dr. Fletcher turned Shauna around with all the gravity of a salesperson displaying her latest product. The teen’s head vanished from sight, only to be replaced with the view that she had attempted to hide earlier. Held in place by the soft rubber of the cutout and naturally spread by the position, Shauna’s rear end turned to face the class.
“... this side will stick out into the standing bathrooms.”
Megan could see every last detail, a fact that made her blush and squirm in her seat. Shauna’s pussy glistened with moisture, the lips slightly parted, as though ready to invite something inside. Beads of fluid dripped down past her asshole and along her soft ass-cheeks, which had a few of the older girls exchanging quiet whispers and nervous laughter. From this angle, Shauna barely existed—there was just a disembodied backside, more object than living thing.
“However, my research has shown that the anonymisation caused by this view has a detrimental effect on the desired psychological effects. In previous tests, a variety of unwanted issues arose from the inability to match face and … rear, so …”
Dr. Fletcher pulled a blank rectangle of note paper from one of her pockets, along with a pen. After a few moments of writing, she slotted the card into place just above Shauna’s exposed ass. Clearly visible even from a distance, it said SHAUNA O’VALE, AGE 13.
“This is just a temporary measure, of course. You’ll get much nicer engraved nameplates soon, along with your ID photo—all courtesy of the school! We’ve found that this drastically improves certain behaviour-related outcomes– ahem. Onward.”
Ignoring the shocked faces in the audience, Dr. Fletcher retrieved what looked like a toolbox from behind the podium. Dozens of compartments folded open before everyone’s eyes, momentarily distracting them from Shauna’s situation. Inside were countless black discs arranged by size, along with a number of other closed compartments. Leaving the contents of the other compartments a mystery for the moment, the doctor picked up one of her smallest inventions.
“After a significant amount of testing, I was able to improve these from the design you saw in the slide—you at least paid attention to that part, didn’t you? Still one of my finest feats of engineering. Heh! I suspect the details are lost on this class, however.”
Shaking her head, the beautiful doctor chuckled and held the disc up for everyone to see. It looked like it was made of the same kind of rubber that Shauna’s neck and backside were secured with, soft but firm. As though to demonstrate, Dr. Fletcher squeezed the sides to display only the barest hint of flexibility, while her finger went through the centre of it without leaving a gap.
There wasn’t a gap either when she removed her digit, the rubber opening retaining a perfect seal at all times. However, as Dr. Fletcher jovially demonstrated, the rubbery ring could stretch outwards just fine, which she demonstrated by shoving three fingers through it. Something about that gave Megan a bad feeling.
“These plug inserts come in just about every size necessary, and I have plenty more if need be—though I suspect my planning in that regard should be quite sufficient. As I suspect that not one of you has any clue what these are for, I shall continue with the demonstration.”
With a quick glance at Shauna’s exposed, dripping pussy, Dr. Fletcher retrieved one of the discs and set her toolbox down. Everyone stared wordlessly as the doctor dropped down to one knee and shoved it without warning straight into Shauna’s overeager vagina. Out of all the people who had anything to say, it was naturally the two girls on stage.
“What the fuck?!”
“Mmn, th-that’s a bit bigger than I expected …!”
“Such language will not be tolerated in this classroom, Asuka,” Dr. Fletcher grumbled, her fingers still in Shauna’s cunt. “Continue like that, and you’ll be in detention. … And, there we go. Better, Shauna?”
“Y-Yeah … uh … thank you …!”
Somehow, the threat of detention completely flattened Asuka’s rising defiance. Her fine features warred between flushing bright red and paling in terror, with her blush winning out. Megan felt herself growing hot too—she knew that strangers weren’t meant to touch a girl like that, but Shauna seemed quite pleased. Eager to distract herself, if even for a moment, Megan turned to Avery. Her new friend didn’t look shocked at all. If anything, from the way she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Shauna’s backside, the younger girl was fascinated.
“As you can see,” Dr. Fletcher continued, “this plug is completely invisible from the outside. Studies have shown the efficacy of the emotional effect is improved if there’s no visible distraction—we can talk more about that in further classes. As you can also see, from the sudden cessation of liquid dripping from Shauna’s vagina, these plugs are also watertight.”
The doctor wiped her fingers, still slick with Shauna’s pussy juices, onto the girl’s backside. As though she hadn’t just used a person as a cleaning rag, Dr. Fletcher grabbed another ring and continued with the demonstration.
“The previous closing-ring design had a few issues with very minor leakage, but these barely let a drop through when they don’t want to. In addition, any insertions are seamless—anyone pushing past these when they’re installed won’t even notice their presence.”
Several of the rings were handed out, and the students passed them around in silence. Megan stuck her finger through one, and quietly marvelled at how she could barely feel the rubber. Then, Dr. Fletcher pressed a button, and every single one of the discs suddenly opened, forming an open ring. Shauna’s pussy lips glistened with a renewed flow of moisture.
“When it becomes necessary to allow fluid to flow through, a simple remote signal opens the desired plug. All of this is to ensure a smooth, seamless penetration experience without any leakage, and facilitate the removal of excess liquids to … relieve internal reservoirs.”
Most of that went over Megan’s head, but some of the older girls gasped and murmured as they realised what the doctor meant. Megan saw their blushes and murmurs and frowned as she tried to figure it out too—by the time she turned back, Dr. Fletcher was already pressing another one of the discs into Shauna’s anus. More murmurs arose from that, though the odd whimpers from the other side of the contraption gave the impression that Shauna was largely okay with it.
Dr. Fletcher wiped her fingers on Shauna’s backside once again, then turned the girl around. Shauna’s eyes were fluttering wildly, and she panted loudly. Though she couldn’t seem to meet anyone’s eye, Shauna looked pleadingly up at the doctor. A moment later, Shauna’s lovestruck gaze turned to open-mouth surprise, as Dr. Fletcher forced a small device into her mouth.
“The last piece of our setup is of course my patented oral restraint device. This allows Shauna to move her mouth as normal, speak and—likely most important of all—swallow, while also preventing her from keeping her mouth shut. Shauna, could you please try and shut your mouth for me?”
Wide-eyed but willing to impress, Shauna did as she was told. Everyone watched as the girl quite easily closed her jaw, and for a moment it seemed like the device hadn’t worked. A few seconds later, Shauna’s mouth was forced open, her lips a wide ‘O’. The bound girl experimentally tried to shut her mouth again, but could barely move her jaw at all.
“Just like the plugs, this device is nearly invisible from the outside and won’t compromise the experience—after five seconds with your mouth shut, it automatically holds the mouth open for a minute before loosening. This does restrict you somewhat, so try not to trigger it.”
“O’ay,” Shauna nodded, still gaping.
Dr. Fletcher stood up, beaming with pride at her demonstration.
“Rest assured, you’ll all have plenty of hands-on experience with this setup, so don’t worry if you missed some part of it. Are there any questions?”
A kind of exasperated sputter escaped nearly every girl in class. Megan wanted to scream. She had nothing but questions. While Megan was paralysed by the sheer absurdity of the situation, a voice fortunately rose to ask what everyone wanted to know. Asuka, quivering as a storm of emotions rocked her elegant face, shouted.
“What is this even for?!”
Dr. Fletcher blinked, then shook her head.
“Ah, I suppose you were too busy on your phone to hear that part of the presentation. Perhaps one of your more attentive classmates could–”
Before she could pass that question to a girl who most assuredly had no clue, a knock at the door diverted every pair of eyes.
“Fantastic timing, we can simply demonstrate. Come in!”
A pair of girls walked in, frowning at the unusual setup in front of them. Both were a little older than Megan, and they squirmed slightly as they walked.
“Um … are we in the right place? Ms Barn told us to come here instead of the regular toilets …”
Their eyes lingered on Shauna. From the door, they had a perfect view of her from the side—Dr. Fletcher quickly spun Shauna around to point the girl’s ass towards the pair, causing both of them to blush. Still, the look in their eyes was different to the haunted looks of the girls in Dr. Fletcher’s class. Megan was fairly good at reading people, and she could see their need, mingling now with the surprise of a sudden and exciting opportunity.
“Yes, you most certainly are! You lucky girls get to be the first to try out the brand new urinals. Come on, don’t be shy!”
Several girls, including Megan, gasped as they realised what was about to happen. Confused, the two girls came closer and hesitated. Something was starting to press the nearest girl’s skirt up from beneath.
“I … uh, don’t see a … is that a … person?”
Dr. Fletcher waved them closer, all smiles and nods.
“Yes! Shauna here is a urinal. If you prefer to stand, you can use her rear end, though if you usually sit you’ll have an easier time if you come around to her front. I understand it’s a little odd with an audience, but the girls really need a demonstration.”
Something changed in the two girls. Still tense, but now more excited than anything, their full bladders and Dr. Fletcher’s enthusiastic permission was all they needed. To the mounting horror of every girl in the class, the pair moved towards either side of Shauna, ready to use this strange new urinal.
The girl behind, an athletic young lady with short hair, barely spared the class a glance before she pulled down the shorts under her skirt. Megan felt another twinge of shock as her penis bounced up into view. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen a penis before, but she had never seen one sticking up like that, or in a context like this. Distantly she recalled sex-ed classes from her local school, about how penises stood up like that when they were excited for sex—the girl wasn’t seriously going to–
“I just put it in wherever, or … ?”
“Yes. Don’t worry about spillage, just push in as deep as you like.”
Megan’s heart pounded as the girl did exactly that. With a satisfied sigh, she pushed her semi-erect dick partway into Shauna’s pussy.
“I-It’s in– mm, warm! It’s warm– mmph!”
Shauna’s manic excitement was shortlived, but not for any lack of enjoyment. Instead, the other girl had sat on her face. A bit shorter than her friend, with a shy, bookish appearance that radiated innocence, the girl had nevertheless pulled her panties down to her ankles and taken her place without hesitation. The headrest built into the setup now served a purpose other than supporting Shauna’s neck—it also acted as a seat, allowing the young girl to sit comfortably as her pussy lined up with Shauna’s mouth.
While it wasn’t as obvious that the girl penetrating Shauna was now urinating straight into her pussy, the other girl’s use of Shauna’s mouth left no doubts. As eager as the redhead was for this entire situation, this was still clearly her first time. Her open mouth at first acted like a toilet bowl, the girl’s piss loudly and visibly trickling into her. After a moment, the girl using the toilet realised that Shauna’s mouth was going to overflow like this—with a slight adjustment, into a position that Megan realised was the intended way to sit with this setup, the girl forced Shauna’s lips to close around her pussy.
Covered like this, all the class could really see was Shauna’s nude midsection between the two ‘walls’, along with her neck. The redhead had no choice but to gulp down every last drop of the other girl’s clearly overfull bladder, her throat visibly bobbing as she filled her stomach with the warm fluid. Shauna’s hands clenched tight, and her body shivered at all the new sensations assaulting her.
After what felt like an eternity watching a slow-motion train crash, both girls finally finished relieving themselves. The girl sitting on Shauna’s face finished up first. She dismounted and gave a satisfied hum, though her joyful expression faded to slight concern.
“Um, Dr. Fletcher, is there any toilet paper? I need to, y’know, wipe.”
“Toilet paper is quite wasteful,” the doctor nodded. “Instead, you can use her hair.”
Megan was starting to feel numb to the accelerating stream of absurd statements coming out of Dr. Fletcher’s mouth. She felt nothing as the girl grabbed one of Shauna’s red braids and used it to wipe excess piss from her pussy. The girl pulled up her underwear, thanked Dr. Fletcher—and, after a moment’s thought, Shauna too—before walking right out the door.
“Dr. Fletcher, I have a p-problem too … can I whisper it …?”
With a nod, the doctor leaned over to hear the suddenly sheepish girl using Shauna’s behind. Shauna panted heavily as the girl spoke, catching her breath after escaping her first user’s thighs.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed about that, my girl,” Dr. Fletcher suddenly laughed. “In fact, dealing with the healthy libido of students is one of the benefits! Go ahead, have sex with her.”
“Seriously?!”
“Mhm. Though, it is still class time. Please keep your voice down, and don’t be too late returning to class.”
“Th-thanks, Dr. Fletcher!”
It seemed like the entire class had run out of energy to be shocked. They all watched, dumbstruck, as the girl openly fucked their classmate. It was entirely possible that it was both of their first times, though neither of them seemed particularly upset. Shauna gasped quietly as this stranger, a girl she had literally never seen before, used her pussy for her personal pleasure. Both of them tried their best to keep it down, but Shauna’s whimpers and the clap of skin on skin became the soundtrack for the next few minutes of class.
“Now, we are running quite behind. Asuka, strip.”
Asuka made a particularly ugly noise, a strangled, surprised gasp. The elegant girl had quietly hoped that Dr. Fletcher had forgotten all about her, and for a time she had felt like she was just another member of the audience. Now she was on centre-stage, and the doctor’s impatient gaze fell on her.
“Wh … do I … have to?”
“Yes. We’re in a hurry. Strip, now.”
All of the doctor’s warm, charismatic tone fell aside to reveal bare steel, like a knife drawn from under a silk sheet. Asuka, having never been told what to do with such authority by anyone other than her mothers, barely knew what to do. After a moment’s paralysis, and with heavy teardrops now rolling down her cheeks, she took her uniform off.
Megan felt her eyes drawn to Asuka’s nude body. While Shauna was definitely more developed than Megan, there wasn’t much to see. Asuka, however, was already starting to take on a more adult shape. No longer at the mercy of puppy fat, Asuka’s olive-coloured skin was smooth and lean, her limbs long and elegant. Though she tried to hide them, at least until Dr. Fletcher told her off, the teen’s breasts were already round and full—it would’ve taken two of Megan’s hands to cup just one of them. Below, her pristine pussy looked shaved and waxed, rather than naturally hairless.
Standing there, naked and helpless, Asuka stared down at the pile of straps intended for her. Dr. Fletcher didn’t give her much longer to consider what they were for. Asuka whimpered as the doctor grabbed her wrists from behind.
“This next setup is something of a new experiment,” the doctor explained as she started to put Asuka into the unusual harness. “It may be a small while until everyone gets a turn with it, as I’ve only assigned a couple of you at a time to this role, but please watch closely.”
Moving with practiced ease, Dr. Fletcher applied straps and buckles at an alarming pace. Megans head spun as she tried to figure out what piece was meant to go next, the puzzle momentarily distracting her from the reality of what was happening.
Asuka’s arms were pulled up behind her back and strapped together, leaving her barely able to move them at all. The doctor strapped a pair of padded knee protectors on to her, then clipped them tight together with a sturdy buckle. Asuka looked about ready to fall down, but she was definitely more mobile than Shauna—not that she was going anywhere fast.
Next, Dr. Fletcher made her wear a set of straps that reminded Megan of a hiking backpack, without the actual pack itself. The padded straps going over Asuka’s shoulders, down to a belt around her waist, looked to be made of the same padded rubber-like material as the moving parts on the doctor’s other inventions. As a small mercy, the doctor attached an odd chunk of stiff rubber padding to the front, covering Asuka’s breasts. There were some parts that Megan couldn’t identify on the front of it, too.
As the doctor attached one last piece to Asuka’s back, an action which involved yanking the girl around a bit to test the bindings, she grabbed one last piece from the table. It reminded Megan of the cones people put on animals to stop them from biting themselves, but cut in half. Dr. Fletcher held it up for Asuka to see.
“Admittedly, I’m not sure if this part is strictly necessary. I hope you will bring me some feedback. What do you think?”
Asuka’s eyes narrowed. Through a veil of tears, the heavily bound teen muttered, “Fuck you.”
“That’s your final warning, Ms Sano. Any more of that foulness and I will have to personally speak to your mother. Now, hold still, we’re nearly done. Just this, then your plugs.”
With great effort, the once-elegant teen held back a sob. The cone strapped on around Asuka’s neck, forming a bowl. Megan realised with a start that anything poured into it would be forced into Asuka’s mouth, and that the collar prevented her from tilting her head down. Short of faceplanting on the ground, anything that went in that bowl was going to stay there until Asuka choked it down.
From the look on Asuka’s face, she realised it too. Unlike Shauna, she did not quiver in anticipation, and her blank look of defeat was only interrupted when Dr. Fletcher’s fingers entered her pussy. Asuka yelped in surprise, and clenched her jaw when the doctor repeated the act to push a plug into her asshole. Her mouth didn’t stay shut for long—with barely a cursory wipe of her hands, Dr. Fletcher grabbed one of the odd not-quite-gags and forced it into Asuka’s mouth. Instinctively, the girl tried to shut her mouth, but the strength of the device was far more than she expected, and Asuka was left with her mouth gaping in faux shock.
“There. The portable harness. Wonderful, isn’t it? Admittedly, there are some elements I’m not so sure on—I might be able to ease back on some of the bindings with a more … eager subject, but for Ms Sano this will suffice. Now, as much as I would love to demonstrate how this works, we shall have to wait for a few more volunteers to arrive.”
Dr. Fletcher eagerly admired her own handiwork, then turned back to Shauna. The visiting girl had already left—the redheaded urinal was instead eagerly watching Asuka’s transformation. For a moment, the doctor stared expectantly at the door. When no one arrived, she shrugged and clapped her hands together.
“Can’t be lucky so many times, I suppose! While we wait, let’s get the rest of you started on your practical portion of the lesson. Clothes off, girls!”
The sudden command was followed by stunned silence, as the audience, numbed by the doctor’s displays, mentally registered that they too were in just as much danger as the two girls on stage. Receiving nothing but blank stares, Dr. Fletcher repeated her command with more force.
“That means now, girls. Strip.”
Panic gripped the class as the bare steel of Dr. Fletcher’s impatience came their way. Megan hopped out of her seat, her mind whirling with terror as to what would happen if she displeased the evidently influential doctor. A hand grabbed hers, and Megan turned—Avery, already down to nothing but a singlet and her underwear, smiled brightly at her new friend and whispered.
“It’ll be okay! If we stick together, we’ll be fine.”
Avery’s earnest smile was cool water on the raging fire of Megan’s anxiety. She knew Avery was right—even if it was strange or humiliating, there was no way Dr. Fletcher was actually going to hurt them. And if she did, then Avery would have her back, and vice versa. With that bond of friendship that would potentially last a lifetime, Megan could do anything. For now, she started with her uniform.
Even amidst the embarrassment, Megan couldn’t help but giggle at the actions of her classmates. Most of the scholarship girls were very careful with their uniforms, some even going as far as to fold up their clothes before putting them to the side. All of the wealthy girls threw their clothes aside like used tissues. Megan quietly wondered about Shauna’s clothes up there on the stage, only to catch a glimpse of what they would need to endure.
“These are sounding rods,” Dr. Fletcher held up one of the thin, slightly bumpy metal rods. “It might seem unnecessary at first, but I assure you that you’ll be glad for this later. For the rest of today’s session, you will each be stretching your urethral openings. Start with the smallest one, work your way up in size until you find one that feels like it’s stretching you. You’ll need to slide it in and out of the urethra for several minutes before attempting the next one, and–”
“Um, Ms– Dr. Fletcher? What’s a urethra?”
One of the younger girls sheepishly raised her hand, her confusion momentarily outweighing her fear. Dr. Fletcher merely sighed, returning to her usual, charming self.
“I’m starting to worry I gave my lecture to the wrong classroom … I’m sure at least some of you know what a urethra is, right? Please, raise your hand if you do.”
About half the class shakily lifted their hands, including Avery. Shauna waved her hand as best she could, not that the doctor could see.
“Great. If you could help your friends locate the urethra, that would be very helpful—we are once again very far behind schedule. I expect to see all of you comfortably inserting the largest rod by the end of the lesson, or else you will be spending your break time practicing.”
With that, Dr. Fletcher handed out the rods. The bench felt cold under Megan’s bare butt as she waited—somehow, being naked didn’t feel as bad when nearly everyone else was. A strange part of her really enjoyed it, the butterflies in her stomach causing her to squirm as she examined everyone else’s bodies, and was examined in turn. Then, the doctor was pressing two sets of rods into her hands, one set to be passed to Avery.
Her taller friend barely wasted any time, though Megan couldn’t tell if it was the same as Shauna’s excitement or a consequence of the threat of having to stay here during break time. Avery only hesitated once she was holding the metal rod between her spread legs—she let out a shaky held breath when Megan interrupted her.
“You don’t know where the urethra is? It’s easy. My mum’s a nurse, so I know all about the body. Here, spread your legs.”
Avery placed a hand on Megan’s thigh and leaned over, their mutual nudity doing nothing to curb her lack of respect for personal space. She took the thinnest of Megan’s sounding rods in one hand, then shifted her grip on Megan’s thigh to between her legs. Megan flushed bright red as Avery’s dark fingers pulled her pale pussy lips apart.
“It’s right here,” Avery pointed with the smooth tip of the metal rod. “Just below your clitoris. It’s where your pee comes out!”
Megan went to thank Avery for her help, but the girl wasn’t done. Stars flashed in Megan’s eyes as the cool metal invaded a hole that was never meant to have anything pressed inside it. She shuddered at the intrusion, and quickly took the rod from Avery before the girl could go any further—in doing so, she shoved it deeper inside of her peehole by accident.
“Oops, sorry Megan. I wanted to make sure.”
“I-It’s … it’s okay … do we really have to do … this?”
“If the doctor says it’s important,” Avery bobbed her head as she lined up her own sounding rod, “Then it must be important. Ohhngh, that f-feels so funny …!”
From there, the whole class got into the rhythm. Megan had to admit that the first insertion was the worst, but after a minute or two it started to feel … good. It wasn’t good like her favourite snacks or an episode of Horse Hour, but it was good. It made her pussy tingle in a strange way, especially as the bumps rubbed against her insides. Megan was glad she had gone to the bathroom before arriving—around her a few girls were already accidentally staining the floor with droplets of pee.
“If you need to avoid making a mess, I would love a couple of volunteers to demonstrate the purpose of Asuka’s portable harness.”
Dr. Fletcher, seated on a stool between Shauna and Asuka, was busily sounding her two volunteers. Shauna openly gasped and moaned like the girls in the videos Megan’s mothers watched late at night when they thought she was asleep, while Asuka shivered and whimpered. Something about Asuka’s harness kept her upright, despite her obvious difficulty balancing.
It took five minutes for someone to submit to their need to urinate, and she was followed almost immediately by another girl who was just waiting for someone else to go first.
The first girl, Louise, was one of the eldest in the class, a teen maybe a year older than Asuka and taller by a head. She clutched the tip of her erect dick, desperately trying to not let anything leak out. Asuka saw her and looked utterly betrayed—Megan later learned that they had been friends. Louise could barely look Asuka in the eye, and she mumbled an apology at the floor.
Behind her was one of the youngest, a pale, blonde nine-year-old by the name of Mariya. With her sounding rod still sticking out of her urethra, the young girl didn’t seem particularly concerned with earning Asuka’s ire, only emptying her bladder before it erupted all over the floor. She scrambled up to the stage with an awkward gait, each step wiggling the metal rod inside of her.
“Don’t look so upset,” Dr. Fletcher chided Asuka. “It will soon be Louise’s turn, and you may very well be using her. You may view this as an indignity now, but I think it will bring you two closer as friends.”
“How did you know we were frien– ah!”
With a sudden shove, Dr. Fletcher tipped Asuka over. Everyone expected to see the elegant girl nosedive off the stage. Instead, her unusual outfit caught her. Instead of tumbling forward, Asuka bent at the waist as a series of small mechanisms in her harness clicked into place. Asuka dropped to her knees with the momentum, her fall cushioned safely by the padded knee-guards. Then, the padded chestpiece unfolded. A set of adjustable legs caught her fall, while a set of arms at the base of the chestpiece forced Asuka to point her ass up.
Megan put two and two together and realised the purpose of the harness. With a simple shove, Dr. Fletcher had transformed Asuka from a girl in an embarrassing outfit to a living toilet. The half-cone around Asuka’s face, combined with the way the collar made her always look forward, meant that while no one could sit on her like they could with Shauna, even a girl without a penis could freely pee over her face. Every last drop would end up in her mouth. Meanwhile, someone could use her rear end with impunity, the teen’s shapely rear forced to present itself for anyone to treat as a toilet … or something else, if what had happened to Shauna was any indication.
Dr. Fletcher said as much as she explained the harness’ functions. The straps and bindings caused Asuka’s body to be locked in place once someone pressed her down, and she could only be unlocked by a button attached to the back of the harness. Shame and need mingling on their faces, the two girls that had prompted Asuka’s use barely listened as they stepped up to relieve themselves.
“Girls, don’t stop your sounding just to watch. I am very serious when I say I will keep you here as long as it takes during your break time! … Much better. Now, where was I … don’t just stand there, you two, use her! It’s what she’s for.”
Asuka’s tears dripped down into her cone and pooled against her lips as she quietly begged the two to stop. Louise kept murmuring an apology as she lined her dripping dick up with Asuka’s asshole. Young Mariya didn’t say a word. The younger girl was the first to realise the elegant teen’s fears—as soon as she pulled the sounding rod out with a full-body shiver, her bladder eagerly ejected its contents.
Eyes screwed shut and jaw clenched, Asuka tried her best to ignore the trickle of piss hitting her face. Mariya wasn’t the best at aiming it, and the pressure of her flow made Asuka’s makeup run as she hosed down the urinal girl’s face. Golden fluid rapidly accumulated in the clear plastic cone. By the time Mariya’s piss threatened to block Asuka’s nose, the device in the teen’s mouth forced her jaw open. A wave of acrid urine flooded Asuka’s mouth instantly.
With a choice between drowning or drinking, Asuka did her best to gulp down the warm fluid as fast as she could. Her throat bobbed as she chugged the excess, and the cone’s fluid level slowly dropped—Mariya was still peeing, having evidently forgotten to use the bathroom before class. Almost as soon as Asuka started to find her pace though, Louise finally worked up the nerve to thrust.
“I’m s-sorry–!”
Tears sparkled at the corner of Louise’s eyes as the tip of her dick entered Asuka’s virgin asshole. Asuka sputtered in shock and spat her mouthful back up. The cone acted as a perfect splash guard for its user—all the fluid simply cascaded straight back down into her mouth. Eyes screwed shut in concentration, Asuka desperately continued to swallow as Louise forced nearly half of her cock inside of her tight hole. Every muscle in Louise’s body relaxed as she emptied herself, and the teen had to hold on to Asuka’s hips to stop herself from collapsing on top of her possibly-former friend.
Almost as soon as it began, it was over. Mariya hesitated for just a moment until Dr. Fletcher directed her again—Asuka’s tears fell faster as her first user lifted her perfect hair and used it to wipe her excess piss. Louise looked like she was tempted to relieve her other, newly acquired need with Asuka’s body, but she thought better of it. Still rock hard, Louise pulled her cock out and scurried back to her bench to get back to sounding.
“Girls, you almost forgot! You wouldn’t leave poor Asuka stuck on the floor, would you?”
Dr. Fletcher playfully chided the two, as though they had forgotten to flush. She reached down and clicked the button on the harness, and the device almost pulled Asuka back to her feet. Sobbing quietly, the elegant teen returned to her previous waiting position. She barely flinched as the doctor pushed the sounding rod back into her.
Megan had watched the whole thing with an uncharacteristic intensity. For some reason, it had felt even better to push the rod in and out of her peehole if she could watch someone else getting used. It made her feel like she was an awful person, but she did it anyway. At some point she had even felt an intense wave of pleasure pass through her body—Megan would later realise that it was her first real orgasm.
Over the course of the lesson, as Megan desperately tried to work her way up to the largest of the sounding rods, several more students arrived to make use of Shauna and Asuka. Shauna became increasingly bold with every girl that came her way, eventually inviting and reassuring them that her body was completely theirs to relieve themselves. Some were a little put off by how eager she was, but not enough to dissuade them from accepting her invitations.
Asuka merely grew numb, her eyes growing unfocused as the contents of yet another girl’s bladder entered her most precious places. Unlike Louise, these strangers had no problems with emptying their balls inside the portable toilet’s tight holes, a fact that bothered Asuka less than Megan would have thought. After the first few visitors, Asuka started to kneel down on her own—Dr. Fletcher always made her stand up afterwards to resume her sounding.
Time lost all meaning to Megan. Every time she pushed the sounding rod into her peehole it felt a little easier, a little more enjoyable. Megan got lost in the act several times, especially when she decided to copy Avery’s idea of rubbing her clit at the same time. When her body spasmed, leaving her panting and momentarily exhausted, she would look at the clock to see that barely a few minutes had passed.
All around Megan, girls younger and older than her fell into the exact same routine—in and out went the sounding rod, until they were confident enough to pick up the next and try it. Sometimes Dr. Fletcher would stand up and inspect everyone’s form, occasionally offering advice as though she was just a regular teacher commenting on someone’s handwriting. Then, it was back to plunging rods into Asuka and Shauna, assuming they weren’t being used already.
“Alright, everyone! Excellent work today, after such a rough start. How about we get tidied up now?”
Dr. Fletcher’s voice boomed across the class, snapping everyone out of whatever self-pleasuring daze they had been in. Sure enough, the clock showed it was only a few minutes until break time. Megan looked down at her crotch—her hand was still pushing the thumb-thick sounding rod in and out automatically, and it took her a moment to remember how to stop.
“I really do mean it—excellent work. I see every single one of you managed to insert the largest rod! Please place them to one side, I’ll have someone retrieve them for sterilisation later. Tomorrow, please come here a bit before class time to get your assignments.”
For some reason, the pride in Dr. Fletcher’s voice made Megan feel all warm and fuzzy. Her thighs shook for a moment as she removed the rod. Its absence felt … wrong. Megan had never had to contend with the feeling that her pisshole was empty, and it left her feeling even more drained than before. It wasn’t until she had put her uniform back on that she processed what Dr. Fletcher had said—tomorrow, they would all become like Shauna and Asuka.
On that note, Dr. Fletcher had already removed their bindings. It had taken less than a minute for the doctor to free each girl, but the experience would linger with them forever. Shauna was released first. She sat up almost immediately and, without a hint of shame, started to finger herself in full view of the class.
“Ah, you may wish to wait a moment before removing your plugs,” Dr. Fletcher noted. “Your bodies are quite full. There’s a drain in the corner of the room connected to the– ah, you probably already know about the system, Shauna. There’s a good girl.”
Shauna, who had absolutely not even thought about the plugs when she started to pleasure herself, laughed sheepishly and nodded. Megan watched her stand up with all the confidence of a newborn horse, her legs shaking wildly as she waddled over to a slightly obscured corner. Megan could hear the sound of fluid pouring out of her even over the noise of the chattering class.
Shauna’s face was spattered with the consequences of the girls using her not getting close enough, as well as a line of pearly white fluid that one girl had intentionally aimed there. Avery ended up telling Megan what cum was later—the girl sure knew her stuff. Shauna’s backside was similarly splattered with cum, something which evidently annoyed Dr. Fletcher more than it did the girl wearing it. Muttering something about a waste of fluids, she was certainly mollified when Shauna opted to scrape it all off with her hands to pour down her throat.
Fortunately, or possibly unfortunately, the walls Shauna had been locked in prevented much of her body from getting dirty. Everything was contained perfectly to her head and backside, and even her braids—used as toilet paper by a dozen different girls—just looked damp and messy. Shauna was smiling. Today’s lesson had, for her, introduced her to one of her heroes and allowed her to indulge some of her most secret desires. Asuka, however, did not share her enthusiasm.
Asuka practically collapsed once the harness stopped holding her up. Dr. Fletcher caught her, and the teen clung to her for a moment, allowing the older woman to gently guide her to the floor. Even once the ‘oral restraint’ was removed, along with her urinal-bowl collar, Asuka held her neck upright and left her mouth halfway open. Her eyes stared into the distance, seeing nothing.
Overall, the elegant girl had certainly become filthier than her fellow volunteer. Asuka’s face was a mess of runny makeup, dripping urine and cum. Megan wasn’t sure why so many girls had opted to urinate or ejaculate straight onto her face, but all of them seemed to greatly enjoy it. Likewise, girls evidently used her hair more vigorously than the others. Maybe Asuka’s silky black hair was just softer and smoother, or maybe they liked sullying the once-immaculate hairstyle—now it was a mess of dripping moisture and white wads.
Just like Shauna, people had cum on her backside too. Unprotected by a wall however, long ropes of semen decorated her back, and some was smeared over her crotch and belly where it had seeped between the gap between skin and harness. Droplets of cum and urine decorated her thighs too—Megan wondered if any of it was her own, a result of Dr. Fletcher’s rough sounding between ‘usage’.
That same mess all over her body meant that Dr. Fletcher’s expensive coat now had a few sticky, wet patches—not that the doctor seemed to care. However, she did ask someone else to help Asuka to the draining area rather than carry the girl herself. Louise, the very girl who had first penetrated her, wordlessly helped her up. Neither of them exchanged a word, but Asuka shook off her former friend halfway there. When Asuka returned, plugs in hand, her expression had hardened once again to a thin veneer of self-superiority.
“Do you have a towel or something? Tissues?”
Asuka rested a hand on her hip, desperately trying to restore her confidence with a powerful pose.
“No, nothing like that. Towels require quite wasteful cleaning processes, and tissues are … Well, that’s an entire lesson itself. Natural drying is optimal for conservation of resources.”
It took a moment for Asuka to process what Dr. Fletcher was saying. Desperation crept into her face, eroding the image of confidence she clung to.
“You … you expect me to walk out of this room like this?!”
“I expect you’ll put your uniform back on first, young lady,” Dr. Fletcher chuckled. “But, yes. I certainly can’t stop you from walking back to your room, clothes or no, to waste enough water to make your service completely pointless. At least for now.”
Dr. Fletcher’s ‘for now’ sent a shiver down Megan’s spine, and it nearly crushed Asuka. With tear-filled eyes, the elegant girl pulled on her clothes once more. Her underwear immediately soaked through, and the thin white of her shirt clung to every droplet of fluid still on her skin. It wasn’t enough to leave her bra visible at the front, but the back was basically transparent. Asuka scraped as much of the crud on her face off as she could and wiped it on her skirt. Once she was dressed, she practically ran out of the room—Louise picked up Asuka’s forgotten phone and chased after her.
And with that, it was over. The soft chime of the school bell indicated that break time had come—Dr. Fletcher magnanimously ignored that two of her students had left half a minute early—and everyone was free to leave. Most of the girls shuffled out of the room as quickly as they could, eager to distract themselves from both what had just happened and what was to come, while others found that they could barely walk straight. Somehow, Megan found herself in the company of the only two girls that still had a smile on their face.
“I never knew it would feel good,” Avery confessed as they walked, hand-in-hand, towards the cafeteria. “Though, I dunno why we had to do all that. You think Dr. Fletcher will let us borrow some of those rods?”
Shauna stretched her arms and legs as she walked, mostly recovered from the ordeal. Still, her voice trembled with excitement … and she still had that line of cum across her face, which drew a few alarmed looks from passersby.
“I’ve got a few things in my bag you might like, Avery. I d-didn’t know you were like me.”
Megan looked askance at Avery, but the girl just tilted her head in confusion.
“Like you? What do you mean? It’s not like I wanna do any of that stuff, but the rods felt good. Mama always said to think about what was good instead of getting stuck on what’s bad.”
This knocked a bit of the wind out of Shauna’s sails, but nothing could truly sink her. Before she could say anything else ridiculous, Megan decided to get a question in.
“What was it like? As a … y’know …?”
Megan almost regretted asking. Shauna’s face twisted into a terrible grin, and her cheeks and eartips burnt as red as her hair. She looked at Megan and Avery with an almost hungry expression and said simply, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
Tomorrow.
While Avery held her hand, and Shauna danced around with sinister glee, all Megan could think about now was tomorrow.
Tomorrow, she was going to become a toilet.