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Conclusion


Finally! I apologize for being so tardy wrapping this story up. I must credit the author Shaw (I believe) for the fire extinguisher prank. I completely forgot about his earlier story from Yahoo Groups but saw it here recently and need to declare I am not the originator of this idea. I appreciate any feedback and welcome ideas for the next story. Thank you.


Part 3, Conclusion


Gathered around the provost and fallen prankster, Ms. Cockfoster, Mr. Bastermats, Beth, Genevieve and the itching-powdered Primrose all looked in shock at Miles and Regina. The former still in shock from his fall and the latter in deshabille, futilely attempting to keep her bright white backside turned away from the audience. Primrose, astounded at the scene unfolding around her, yelled at her boyfriend sprawled across the damaged podium; “Miles!!!” “What have you done?” She watched her nearly stripped mother trying desperately to find a way out of this mortifying moment while keeping her girded tail and emerging tits covered. “I cannot believe you...…” she continued, “AaaHCOO!” Primrose sneezed as she felt a burning sensation around her head and shoulders. “I was trying to make you look better after they selected Beth”, Miles implored. “You moron!”, Primrose fired back. “How is this making me look better? I look ridiculous, and look at what you did to my mom!” Miles, sneezing now too, leapt to his high tops, and moved to Prim’s side to help. Spontaneously, Primrose and Miles began a frenzied dance, periodically sneezing while they scratched at their itching bodies, “OOOhhhHing and Ahhhhwwing”, hysterically. Beth and the others stepped back, amazed, now beginning to smile as they understood how the silly stunt had backfired. “Miles, scratch the middle of my back, I can’t reach!” Prim demanded. Miles obeyed immediately while scratching his own bottom through his basketball shorts. Miles and Primrose continued to claw at each other with Primrose screeching about the mess Miles had made of her momentous event, and Miles weekly protesting. Their clothing oddly began to loosen under the attack of their finger nails as their underwear began to peek out from emerging holes in their uniforms. While the humorous incident was bathed in spotlights atop the dais for the audience, both TV stations were broadcasting live. The Institute school photographer was taking hundreds of shots, and for those in the cheap seats, the new Jumbo Tron was covering everything in close up detail.


Meanwhile, Mr. Bastermats and Ms. Cockfoster moved to Regina’s side, shielding her with Mr. Bastermats’ jacket to restore some of her dignity. Getting a closer view of Regina's beautifully crafted foundation Ms. Cockfoster noticed her sexy silk nude-colored stockings securely fastened to garter tabs along her lacy leg cuffs. Cordelia could also discern the provost’s plump posterior, now just visible, beneath the stretched and sweaty fabric encasing the provost’s seat. “Regina, I haven’t seen a girdle get-up like that in years!”, the woman chuckled. “If you laid off the sweets last semester, you might not have needed it today”. Regina, holding her dress together across her rear, spun around and snapped, “Mind your own business, you old hag!” “I am not about to stand for this! I just had a slight wardrobe malfunction and I am leaving now”. “Huff”, Prim sounded. “I have never been so embarrassed in my life!” Unfortunately, as Ms. Cockfoster was still holding a live microphone, everyone in the gym heard this exchange, and snickered loudly. They then heard another sound, a loud tearing along with “Wanna bet?” as the entire remaining part of Regina’s leather dress separated from her body when she turned to rush away (I couldn’t resist). “OH..OHHH, oh, No, no, no, NNNOOO ….” Regina whimpered looking around herself realizing with panic she had walked out of the remainder of her stylish garment. Glaring back at Codelia with white-hot anger, her cheeks afire, she saw old woman’s foot firmly planted on the tangle of soft leather which formerly graced her curvaceous body, now completely useless on the floor. Regina stood gob smacked in her panty girdle, heels, stockings, and strapless bra. She froze with her hands on the sides of her failing hairdo, wide-eyed and mouth open, at the hysterical crowd on all sides snickering at her ludicrous lingerie. “How could this have happened?” Regina wondered as her mind reeled preventing her from covering up. As the audience erupted in laughter, Ernest Bastermats moved to intervene and said, “Ladies…please…. allow me to be of assistance”. “Ernest, it’s high time queen bee Regina face the music”, Cordelia countermanded as she replaced the microphone to its holder near the shattered podium, centered in the melee.


By now, Miles had scratched off his jersey top and the hundreds of females present admired his tanned smooth muscular torso. The school band had erupted into a long version of Cat Scratch Fever while the audience clapped along, delighted by the humiliating spectacle. Still scratching to help relieve Primrose’s suffering, Miles had shredded her cheerleader sweater top while his itchy girlfriend had effectively destroyed her own skirt. When Primrose noticed her now exposed nipples, solidified by the burning sensation, she shrieked “Miles, you’re stripping me!” “Primmy I was only trying to help.” “Ohh..shut up, you ninny”, Primrose stammered. “UUUrrgg-this is unbearable!!” Primrose realized with shock her failure to wear a bra was now becoming evident to all, as her bouncing breasts and pointy teats peeked out from large holes torn in her sweater top. “Miles, get me a jacket to cover my tits, she cried!”, slapping her hands on her breasts. Not able to maintain her hand-bra and still scratch her itch, Primrose tried to tear strips from her ruined skirt to cover her chest. Then Miles’s head sweatband popped off, as his shorts settled low on his hips exposing a Fruit of the Loom logo in red stitching across his lower abdomen. They realized, as did everyone else, the offensive itching powder was causing their dusted uniforms to become unmade. Seconds later, Primrose found herself in only the shredded sleeves of her sweater top and her tiny white cotton hipster bikini panties she desperately clutched one-handed while her other hand rubbed a plump breast. The hapless Miles was now reduced to just his jock strap. He cowered next to Primrose, hunched over in only his jock strap and sneakers, alternatingly trying to cover his bottom, brimming athletic supporter, and exposed chest with two hands like some nearly denuded damsel in distress. With his sexy chest, legs, and bottom completely bared, and Primrose’s terrific tightened teats as well as a growing portion of her derriere debuting, both men and women in the audience screamed with delight at the nearly naked couple.


Despite feeling the nearly irrepressible urge to escape her mounting humiliation, the might of motherhood prevailed and Regina rushed to help her daughter, clicking in her high heels with her arms crossed across her bulging brassiered boobs. Both Primrose and Miles were still scratching up a storm when the girdled bosomy mom rushed up. “Primrose, you’re breaking out!” Regina said, as she noticed Prim’s creamy skin mottled in dark red splotches caused by the itching powder and the resultant scratching. Primrose howled desperately, “Oh, mommy, I look like silly red cow!” clutching the side straps of her ruined panties managing to only keep her womanhood covered while her scrumptious breasts wobbled about. The rear of her panties drooped to her upper thighs as her mottled bottom wagged at the cheering students. Alongside staring at Prim’s bare prat, Miles began plucking at the pouch of his jock strap trying to resist scratching. The powder began to exhibit a very different effect on the young man. Miles was horrified to realize a stirring in his substantial member. “Oh No, Oh no, not here, not now…” “I’m getting HARD!” he screamed aloud, unfortunately over the PA system. The Jumbo Tron zoomed in to cover his expanding package to the delight of the crowd.


At this moment Genevieve, having secured the first of two fire extinguishers retrieved by a student who though they might relieve the itching, began spraying the Miles and Prim with the pressurized fluid. To the crowd’s delight, Gen took careful aim to play the stream on Primrose’s rock-hard nipples and exposed ass, and Miles’s bare bottom and bulging pouch. When they tried to protest, arms extended, Genevieve skillfully shifted the spray to their reddened faces, effectively silencing the two. Regina was caught in the crossfire, and her saturated bra and girdle revealed a pair of amazing nipples as well as a unpantied red bush and ass crack, both fairly visible now. Regina, trying to assert some of her lost authority ordered, “Miss Modiste! I demand you cease immediet…. AahhrrRRgGG….”. Beth quickly shut her up with a direct spray in her mouth. The hushed provost scowled back, her face and hair a wreck from her hosing down, legs crossed with one hand on her crotch, the other across her bosom, as Beth grinned back setting the empty extinguisher down.


The extinguisher water halted the awful effects of the itching powder but fire-retardant additives made the liquid red in color and extremely slippery. As each of the three began to run away, Regina, Miles, and Primrose embarked on a sidesplitting routine of slipping and falling over each other on the wet floor. The oily reddish extinguisher fluid left the three’s bare skin glistening, their privates concealed now with pink-colored undies. Miles and Primrose sprawled about and appearing to oil wrestling. Despite Miles’s fumbling attempts to protect her modesty, Primrose failed to keep her sodden panties from sliding down her thighs reveling a beautiful, albeit inconsistent, manicured brunette bush. Miles, in his rosy jock strap, now rock hard and threatening to escape his remaining bit of modesty, stuttered, “Primmy, you’re nnnn..not a real blonde?” “AAAAhhhh!” Primrose squealed in frustration as she rolled onto her front and pounded the wet floor with her fist while covering her exposed mismatched sn*tch. During this tussle, Regina realized she must escape with some shred of dignity or she would have to leave town. She wheeled about but skidded as her heels flew out from under her. Regina sat down hard on her bottom nearly knocking the wind out her, and unknowingly to her, pushing her enormous boobs above her strapless brassiere generating even more hilarity for the audience. Using the wrecked podium for support, Regina began to clamber to her feet. Regrettably, Regina’s girdle got hooked on the vexatious school seal and as Regina hauled herself up, she neatly peeled the panty girdle halfway off her big bottom. Looking like the Coppertone girl (woman) with most of her ass now on display, the provost craned her head around to witness her latest embarrassment, looking absolutely abashed back and forth from her delicious uncovered derriere, to her knockout boobs, to the raucous audience, to the Jumbo Tron, now centered on her. Despite her efforts, the seal refused to release its grip on the lowered panty girdle no matter how hard she tugged. Miles then tried to help but mesmerized by her lovely ass cleft, could only stare in bewilderment as unbelievably, the last of the itching powder from the bottle above sifted down and thoroughly dusted the provost’s plush posterior. Still stooped over gripping the podium unable to cover the teats of her tremendous tits, Regina yelled back, “Miles, are you going to help me or just ogle my ass?” Still paralyzed, despite a strap from his jock snapping loose, Miles could only watch as Regina’s girdle suddenly broke free. It snapped back with enough force to leave a bright red welt neatly bisecting both of Regina’s bared bottom cheeks. “YYEEOOOOWWW!!! She howled, springing completely upright. The overtaxed bandeau bra could take no more and it burst open and flew across the stage wrapping around the still prone Primrose’s head so she couldn’t see what was happening.


The band continued playing Cat Scratch Fever as Regina hopped about the dais wriggling her hips and ass in a most undignified fashion as the Acme XXX powder went to work. Squeezing her enormous tits, Regina shouted “Someone, please assist me!” Miles, determined get something right, grabbed the second extinguisher and thrust the cone-shaped nozzle inside the top of Regina’s girdle, gently parting her cheeks. Trying to remain a gentleman, he turned to avert his eyes, then depressed the trigger. What he did not realize, was the second fire extinguisher, a Class B, was for fighting liquid fuel fires and was filled with foam. Regina’s eyes grew as large as hens’ eggs then comically crossed as she felt the ice-cold creamy foam fill her panty girdle. Her most intimate areas were coated by the frosty froth resembling vanilla pudding. The visage of the bug-eyed Regina plastered the Jumbo Tron as Genevieve and Beth giggled at Regina’s expression as her seat was essentially foam-packed. The girdle the inflated to capacity as the audience bellowed in approval. “What is going on?” whined Primrose, trying to get up, her vision still obscured by her mother’s bra. Regina felt utterly ridiculous but immensely aroused by the frozen foam nestled in her nether regions. Her nipples protruded nearly half an inch as Miles stared at her, hunched over holding his broken jock over his raging phallus. The disgraced Regina was then forced across her sexual threshold in front of all her students, the faculty, and parents. She stood straight up to her full 6 foot plus stature in heels and yelped as she experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. Simultaneously, the front snap closure of her girdle failed and a thick stream of foam gushed from the opening, shooting what looked like a cascade of cream from her loins into the air. The freezing foam gave the simmering sexpot another orgasm as she gazed down at her cooling red coochie while each hand pinched an enormous taught nipple. Regina looked like an obscene fountain. She stole the show on the Jumbo Tron, cross-eyed, fondling her tits with froth spewing upward from her crimson womanhood as her mouth formed a perfect O shape.


Within seconds of her second release, the gasping Regina, grasping the reality of the shameful show she was performing, stooped over to cover her now frozen female flower, and with a BANG, the brimming girdle finally failed. The entire rear end of her girdle was blown out, hanging down like an open barn-door bottom closure on old fashioned long underwear. The force of the bursting girdle propelled Miles and the blotchy brunette, Primrose, just regaining her footing, together backward in a naked tangle of arms and legs. Clutching a boob, Regina reached around with her other hand and shockingly realized what had happened her when she could only feel her bare bottom and no girdle. She tried in vain to cover her big ass, but her hand was too small. Foam was spattered in her ruined hair, hanging now in ropes around her furiously blushing face. She looked around and Regina grasped her mortifying situation. “OMG…..I am nnnn..naked and covered in this foamy custard” she wailed to herself. For a moment she thought she could smear the foam over her tits and burning bush for coverage, but found the foam too runny. Howling in frustration she stooped back over to hide her pussy, and felt the wrecked girdle fold over and roll down on its own accord, shimmying to nearly to her knees. Squeaking in dismay, Regina stoops to pull girdle back up, but inconceivably found her rings and bracelets entangled with her garters. Despite being unable to stand up, she is determined to escape. Regina shuffled away but the dreaded school seal on the podium again snagged her ruined foundation tripping her forward. With her mouth wide open in alarm, Regina literally ate the microphone Ms. Cockfoster had replaced earlier. Regaining her balance hunched over, with the red foam end of the microphone lodged firmly between her lips and her full mouth comically agape, Regina shook her head in disbelief as she stared at the astonished audience. What happened next put the absolute cherry on these three sundaes. As Primrose and Miles got to their feet again, both tried to run. However, the earlier tumble caused both Primrose’s panties and Miles’s ruined jock strap to fall to their feet and now served to trip them both. Primrose stumbled backwards and sat squarely on the little covered award table, her eyes popping open like they were on stalks. Miles tripped and spun around, his enormous penis acting like an bright red missile guiding him. Regina, backing away from her preposterous image depicted on the Jumbo Tron, collided ass-first with the priapic naked young man. A hush fell over the gymnasium. No one could believe what had happened.


As the local TV station, WENF as well as the student cable access channel, ENM-TV, continued to roll their cameras broadcasting the spectacle to every viewer as well as recording it for posterity, a singular brilliant FLASH appeared as the school photographer took an NC-17 rated spicy shot for the yearbook, and hundreds of private sales. Primrose, like a nude spotted pony, comically splotched by the large red marks covering her beautiful creamy flesh, fell to the floor, quickly rolled over on her belly and rose up on her knees. With her knees apart and ass lifted high, tits squashed on the floor, soaked hair hanging down, mouth open in bewildered shame; she gazed over her shoulder at her bottom discovering her lovely pussy was impaled by nearly seven inches of the bright orange “popsicle”. Directly behind Primrose, a naked Miles stood bolt upright, his tomato-red face glowing, smooth skin glistening, his hands gripping each of his beautiful butt cheeks. Miles, with an expression utter disbelief, realized as he stared at the cameras, he was rogering Regina Dubois. Regina, stooped and hobbled with her hands tangled in her ruined girdle bunched now with her stockings around her knees, felt her luscious boobs hanging down and swaying like ripe melons capped by nipples hard as diamonds. Her beet-red face and hair dripping with the gooey creamy fire retardant, gave her the appearance not of a distinguished senior member of the faculty, but of a semen-sprayed strumpet being shagged by a student. With her mouth lewdly filled with the red-capped microphone, her plump ass cheeks parted by Miles’s monstrous member buried deep inside her, Regina wretchedly felt not only naked and ashamed in front of the whole assembly, but salaciously stuffed from both ends. Just to the left of the naked trio was Beth who flashed a huge smile, held her scholarship aloft, and gave a big thumbs up for the school photographer just as he snapped the epic picture that captured the humiliating downfall of the three disgraced laughingstocks who tried to ruin her big day.


Primrose now completely denuded save her sneakers, hopped to her feet and discarded the disgusting statuette. Sobbing with shame, she ran for her Mommy. Miles rocked back as Regina lurched forward with a final big sneeze and her third public orgasm. The phallic microphone launched from her mouth with a loud popping noise in concert with the popping noise as Miles pulled out. The tremendous sneeze also freed Regina’s hands from her tangled stockings and underwear. Howling with humiliation, Regina gripped one plump boob and thrust her other hand into her sopping sn*tch and ran buck naked save for her heels to the exit. The threesome bolted through the double fire doors behind the dais. The last image they left with the assembly was of three sets of glorious buns wriggling, two pair of beautiful breasts bouncing, and one big boner bobbing. They then pushed their naked way through the fully dressed visitors at the city park outside drawing huge cheers from the delighted citizenry.