Sweat stinker does school work

Dressed embarrassingly and very warmly, the spast is allowed to spend a day as a school dork.

As a very special needs student, the complete idiot has to wear the following outfit in summer temperatures:

• micro CB
• big plug
• diaper panties
• 2 diapers
• rubber diaper pants
• red snow suit
• yellow rain suit
• P2 mask (write FAG on it)
• swimming cap
• long rubber gloves
• yellow snow suit
• light blue tank top
• Cloth diaper pants
• Waders + belt (lock up)
• black garden gloves
• blue dork helmet (lock)
• ruff
• satchel on the back
• insert bit
• Mouthguard top + bottom
• One clip each on the eyelids
• Wear your fag ID visibly

Getting dressed

I got up at 7:00 a.m. and immediately started to prepare. Provide 3l of warm water, arrange my outfit, prepare my desk and prepare the technology.
Then I started dressing.
First I put on the Micro CB with the steel dilator. My penis was pushed completely into the abdominal cavity. Then the thick plug had to be pressed into the little schoolboy’s hole. That hurt a lot that morning. Now the completely useless abdomen was packed in fat diaper packages.
As instructed, I put on my current school clothes. red ski suit, yellow rain suit, yellow ski suit and all the accessories. I quickly realized that it was going to be a very uncomfortable hot day. Nevertheless, I still have to put on a sweater vest, the thick cloth diaper, the idiot helmet, the ruff and Wader boots. The helmet was locked together with the suits.

I first had to attach my teeth, which I am extremely embarrassed to, to my tank top so that everyone could see them, and then put on my school bag.
I could hardly move and the sweat started to flow. The red snowsuit soaked up sweat and an unbelievable stench rose up from the collar. This suit has never been washed since buying it a year ago and countless sweat sessions! I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how incredibly embarrassed I looked.

The “schoolway”

I started the live video transmission and began my “walk to school”. I walked up and down the apartment for 30 minutes and only took a break to force the first 2 liters of warm water into me.
The plug pressed and the cock in the abdominal cavity hurt. In addition, the snow suit reached its absorption limit and the sweat began to collect in the Wader boots.
The eyes burned from the sweat that made its way under the bathing cap and the rubber gloves were full.
The satchel, which weighs a good 10 kg, soon felt like a cement bag on my back. I kept walking past mirrors and seeing an embarrassing idiot in them.

The pattern

After 30 minutes of walking to school I was actually at the end. I began to doubt whether I would be physically up to today’s task.
I sat down on the wooden chair and now saw myself in close-up in the video chat, which was already running the whole time. The plug pressed deep into my ass while sitting and it hurt. Now I finally put on my hated dentures, the mouthguard and attached a clothespin to each eyelid. My eyes burned but I had no choice. I advertised my video chat on the social media platforms for another 30 minutes and explained to users in private chats how much I stank and how embarrassed I looked.
Some visited the video chat and laughed their heads off or thought I shouldn’t behave like that.

start and end of classes

Then I started the main task of the day: write the sentence “I’m the biggest dork and I love to write a sentence for hours when I’m sweating and smelling” 500 times in calligraphy.
Immediately I had to recognize the first problem. I was sweating so much, that the sweat dripped from the helmet onto my notebook, rendering the pages unusable. No matter what posture I tried, I either couldn’t write or the paper got wet. I stopped writing and devoted myself to the comments of the users who reached me in the video chat or on social media.
Then what shouldn’t happen happened. Suddenly I started to get short of breath and I saw stars.
Now it had to be done quickly because I was alone at home and nobody else could help.
I unlocked my helmet as quickly as possible and peeled off my suits. When air came to my body, the stars disappeared too. I lay naked for a good 1 hour – only in diapers on the bed with the window open and tried to stabilize my circulation.
When I finally felt better, I spent the next 2 hours cleaning everything up and wringing out the extremely soaked red ski suit and hanging it to dry. Almost 1.5 liters of sweat poured out of the boots!

Conclusion

I’d certainly had enough to drink, but it was still too intense a task that day. Firstly, the summer temperatures were still pre-programmed, which pre-programmed overheating, and secondly, it was probably unwise to start immediately after getting up without first getting going. The frustration after an aborted session is unbelievably high and I have once again learned to accept tasks better when I’m not at the peak of horniness, but when I can think clearly.

I cannot repeat this task in this form. I’ll see that I do two alternative tasks that I can then fulfill.

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