Quit scratching yourself

"Lauren, quit scratching yourself." Mr. Marshall commanded. "It's not sanitary and quite unbecoming of a student at this college."

"I... I can't!" Lauren cried.

It was true. It itched so bad, her hands were just acting on their own. She willed them to stop, but she never had much willpower. An additional, unfortunate of the scratching was that it felt really, really good, especially in the crotch. So, despite her humiliation, her body pushed her on.

Mr. Marshall sighed and shook his head.

"Well go to the nurse's office." He said in disgust.

Lauren, utterly humiliated, hung her head and waddled from the class, giving one last full view of her plump white butt on the way out the door. Dennis followed eagerly, still controlling the dream so no one noticed him, eager to see what happened next...