With an unusual silence, Hazel waddles to her seat. Trying to keep poop in her pants was trickier than she thought. Her soiled panties pressed up further against her ass. She surveys the room, getting turned on with each person she knows she's going to gross out with her mess. The smell was already shrouding the room. Hopefully she'd be in diapers by next period.
Hazel's best friend, Roxy, leaned over.
'Do you smell that, Haze?'