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Irritating Incident, Ivy Industrial Institute, Part 3, Conclusion_v2_revised


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 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.


Gathered around the provost and fallen prankster, Ms. Cockfoster, Mr. Bastermats, Beth, Genevieve and the itching-powdered Primrose all looked unbelievingly at Miles and Regina. The former still in shock from his fall and the latter in dishabille, 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 tightly girded tail and imminently 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 irritated, itching bodies, “OOOhhhHing and Ahhhhwwing”, hysterically. Beth and the others stepped back, amazed, now beginning to smile as they understood how Miles’s silly stunt 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 believed-momentous event, and Miles protesting whiningly he was only trying to do something helpful. 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. More and more of the distressed duos’ bodies became exposed. 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 in an attempt to restore some of her dignity. Getting a closer view of Regina's beautifully crafted foundations, Ms. Cockfoster noticed Regina’s sexy silk, nude-colored stockings securely fastened to garter tabs along her girdle’s 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 divine seat. “Regina, I haven’t seen an ass in a girdle get-up like that in years!”, the elderly woman chuckled. “If you had the wits to lay 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 straining to cover her creamy breasts. 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, while she unsuccessfully tried to cover up her traditionally girdled nearly nude body from the laughing crowd. The audience erupted in laughter and Ernest Bastermats moved to intervene and said, “Ladies…please…. allow me to be of assistance”. “No, Ernest, it’s high time the 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 in an attempt to 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 exposing 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 rent in her sweater top. “Miles, get me a jacket to cover my boobies, she cried!”, slapping her hands on her breasts. Not able to maintain her hand-bra and still scratch her itch, Primrose tried to clutch 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. “Oh no”, Miles thought as he grasped his undoing. They realized, as did everyone else, the offensive itching powder was causing their powder-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 brushed a plump breast. Prim sorely wished she had worn her cheerleader-issue underpants! The hapless Miles found himself reduced to merely his itty-bitty athletic supporter and court shoes. He cowered comically next to Primrose, hunched over in his too-small jock, alternatingly trying to cover his bottom, brimming supporting pouch, and exposed chest with only his two hands like some daft denuded damsel in distress. With Miles’s 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 sight of the nearly naked couple experiencing exactly what they deserved.



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, barely-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 dappled bottom wagged at the cheering students. Alongside staring at Prim’s bare prat, Miles began plucking at the packed pocket of his jock strap while 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, no, no, NOO! 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 and hands 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 the stripped threesome began to contemplate running, Regina, Miles, and Primrose embarked on a sidesplitting routine of slipping and falling over each other on the slickened, wet floor. The oily reddish extinguisher fluid left the three’s bare skin glistening, their privates absurdly and barely concealed with pink-colored undies. Miles and Primrose sprawled about and appearing to oil wrestling each other. Miles horrifically found his emerging knob first mashed against Prim’s mouth, then sliding between her tits, and finally gliding up and down against her ass crack! “Miles! Control yourself!”, Prim screeched in protest to these embarrassing affronts. 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, bare ass cheeks skyward, 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 delicious ass now on full display, the provost craned her head around to witness her latest embarrassment, looking absolutely abashed back and forth from her uncovered derriere, to her knockout boobs, to the raucous audience, to the Jumbo Tron now centered on her magnificent bare bottom. Despite her efforts, the secure metal seal refused to release its grip on her 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 ASS-ist 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 plump ass 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, known as a Class B, was for fighting liquid fuel fires and was charged with fire-retardant 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, stooped forward knock-kneed, and clutching her big boobs, flashed on the Jumbo Tron as Genevieve and Beth giggled at Regina’s expression as her seat was essentially foam-packed. The girdle inflated to full capacity as the audience bellowed its approval. “What is going on?” whined Primrose, trying to get up, her vision still obscured by her mother’s bra as she wiggled her reddened ass cheeks on all fours. 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, bent over, grasping his broken jock over his enormous raging phallus. The disgraced Regina was then forced across her sexual threshold in front of all her students, faculty, and parents. She bolted upright up to her full 6 foot plus stature in heels and loudly 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 in an arc through the air. The freezing foam gave the simmering sexpot another orgasm as she gazed down red-faced at her cooling red coochie while each hand pinched an enormous taught nipple. Regina resembled an obscene fountain. She stole the show on the Jumbo Tron, cross-eyed, fondling her tits with froth spewing skyward 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, abruptly stooped over to cover her now frozen female flower, and with a BANG, the brimming girdle finally failed. The entire seat of her shapewear was blown out, hanging down like an open barn-door bottom closure on old fashioned underwear. The rearward force of the bursting girdle propelled Miles and the blotchy, revealed-a-brunette, Primrose, both of whom were just regaining their footing, together backward in a naked tangle of arms and legs. Clutching a big boob, Regina reached around with her other hand and shockingly realized what had happened when she could only feel her bare bottom and no girdle covering her rear end. 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. Regina frantically stared around the arena and grasped her mortifying situation. “OMG…..I am nnnn..naked on stage and covered in this tingling, effervescent emulsion” she wailed aloud. For a moment she thought she could smear the foam over her tits and burning bush for coverage, but sadly discovered the foam too runny to cover her nudity. Howling in frustration, she leaned forward deeply to hide her pussy, and felt the wrecked girdle fold over and roll down on its own accord, shimmying off her ass to nearly to her knees, now tightly hobbling her movements. Squeaking in dismay, Regina stooped again to pull the girdle back up, but inconceivably found her rings and bracelets were now entangled with her garter tabs. “This is unbelievable!!” she screamed as she tried to escape the stage and her infamous role as the local laughingstock. With her hands effectively attached to her thighs, and unable to fully stand up, Regina tried to shuffle toward the exit. Unfortunately, the dreaded school seal on the podium, snagged her ruined foundation one final time, tripping up the wriggling provost and so pitched Regina abruptly forward. With her arms still tied to her droopy girdle, boobs bouncing wildly, and her mouth wide open with alarm, Regina’s impending fall was arrested when she collided with the mic stand and literally ate the microphone Ms. Cockfoster had replaced earlier. A silence fell over the gymnasium at this spectacle. Slowly stumbling back to regain her footing on enormous heels and maintaining her balance while still bent over, Regina with the red foam end of the microphone lodged firmly between her ruby lips and her full mouth comically agape, shook her head in disbelief as she gawked wide-eyed 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 as well. Primrose stumbled backwards and sat squarely on the little covered award table, her eyes popping open like they were on stalks. Miles slipped and spun around; his enormous penis acted like a bright red missile guiding him toward certain misadventure. Regina, backing away from her enormous and preposterous hobbled image depicted on the Jumbo Tron, collided ass-first with the priapic naked young man. The silence persisted across 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 naked pink spotted pony, comically splotched by the red scratch and irritated marks mottling her beautiful creamy flesh, fell to the floor, quickly rolled over on her belly, then arose to her knees and elbows. With her knees apart and ass lifted high, tits squashed on the cool stage 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 upright, his tomato-red face glowing, smooth skin glistening with perspiration, his hands gripping each of his beautiful butt cheeks. Miles, with an expression utter disbelief, realized as he stared at the crowd and cameras, incredibly, he was rogering provost Regina Dubois. Regina, stooped and hobbled with her hands tangled in her ruined girdle bunched with her stockings around her knees, sensed her full and luscious boobs hanging down and swaying like ripe melons capped by huge nipples hard as diamonds. Her beet-red astonished visage 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 lovely plump ass cheeks parted by Miles’s monstrous member buried deep inside her, Regina wretchedly felt not only wholly 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 dunderheads who foolishly tried to ruin her big day.


Primrose now completely denuded save her sneakers, hopped to her feet and withdrew the invasive statuette. Sobbing with shame, she ran for her Mommy. Miles, wide eyes staring down at Regia’s ass pressed against him, exploded and rocked back as Regina lurched forward with a big sneeze and her third mortifying public orgasm today. The phallic microphone launched from her mouth with a loud popping noise in concert with the popping noise as Miles pulled out of her rear end. The tremendous sneeze also freed Regina’s hands from her tangled stockings and catapulted her ruined girdle over the scoreboard. 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 and droopy stockings toward the exit, her recently frosted ass cheeks bouncing deliciously behind her. The threesome bolted through the double fire doors behind the dais. The last image they left for the assembled throng of audience, students, and band, was of three sets of glorious buns wriggling, two pair of beautiful breasts bouncing, and one big boner bobbing. Regina, Primrose, and Miles then pushed their naked way through the fully dressed visitors at the city park outside drawing huge cheers from the delighted citizenry.