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Miley Gets Regressed Part Eleven (Patreon)
Published:
2018-03-08 17:09:21
Edited:
2018-03-08 17:09:57
Imported:
2021-02
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Today's poll is going to be a little bit different. Because it's down to the top two choices, I want to make sure we get a wide enough sample group: therefore, just this one time, I'm opening the polls to everyone who pledges $5 or more. I hope this doesn't put out anyone in the $8 tier-- rest assured, voting will be back to normal next time. As always, if you're enjoying this story and you'd like to see more like it, don't forget to hit like and leave a comment.
“You know,” said Ms. Smythe, lifting Trixie’s legs high in the air to expose her plump, womanly bottom, “I think we have the perfect candidate for your roommate right here-- don’t we, sweetie?” She emphasized her point by rubbing a large dollop of lotion into the soft flesh of her buttocks, making Trixie squirm in place, blushing at the infantile treatment. Now Miley wasn’t feeling so cocky anymore… She had yet to see Trixie’s bullying skills in action, but watching the girl blush and fume as the head matron thoroughly massaged the lotion in to her tushy, Miley knew she wasn’t going to be on her good side. “Yes, I think that’s the perfect solution to this little problem,” Alice said, lovingly greasing each of Trixie’s buns before smearing another large dollop up into her butt-crack, paying close attention to the pucker of her anus. “I think you two have a great deal to learn from each other indeed!” Trixie turned her head to glare daggers in Miley’s direction, pure hate and humiliation radiating from her brightly blushing face. Now it was Miley’s turn to squirm in discomfort, and she realized that a message was definitely being sent her way… I’m going to do everything in my power to make your life a living hell. “Just think of how close the two of you are going to become,” said Ms. Smythe, hefting Trixie’s ankles just a little higher so she could slip a puffy white diaper beneath her shiny pink backside. “I bet you’ll be as thick as thieves in no time!” the head matron gushed, powering Trixie’s hiney and patting it in before lowering her bottom into the seat of the diaper and repeating the process on her bare pussy. “Why, you two will probably be like sisters by the end of the week!” Trixie fixed Miley with a stony glare… the cowering pop star cringed, all her enjoyment of the situation suddenly drained away. In no time, the diaper was pulled up tightly between Trixie’s legs and she was sealed in tight. She emitted a disappointed groan and pounded the floor with her fist… but Ms. Smythe didn’t give her any time to feel sorry for herself. She pulled Trixie to her feet, leaving the girl to blushingly cover her breasts by crossing her arms. “Come along young lady; let’s go find you something to wear,” Ms. Smythe took her by the hand and began dragging her from the room in nothing but a diaper… much to Trixie’s dismay. “As for you,” she said to Miley over her shoulder as they left, “I believe it’s time for lunch, I’m sure nurse Diane will make sure you find your way there.”The aromas of lunch cooking filled the hallway on the way to the dining room. In spite of everything she’d gone through that day, Miley found her mouth watering and her stomach rumbling. Even though she knew there was almost certainly some sort of catch, she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to getting some food into her belly. The cafeteria was pretty much what Miley had expected: continuing the theme of the facility, it looked like something you’d see in a kindergarten or preschool, but sized for much larger pupils. The walls were decorated in soft pastel pinks, blues and purples, decorated with cute cartoon animals. The room itself was divided into two sections-- one for the “older” girls, consisting of a series of tables with connected chairs, where they ate their lunches out of segmented trays, and one for the “younger” girls, comprised of a couple of rows of high chairs, where students were spoon-fed by the staff. “Looks like we got here just in time,” Diane said, finding an empty chair and helping Miley into it. “Hang tight,” she said, snapping the tray in place on the front of the chair, “and I’ll go get you some lunch, OK, babykins?” Grinning, she gave Miley’s cheek a seductive stroke and walked off without waiting for an answer, leaving the pop princess stranded in her high-chair. Placing her elbows on the tray, Miley rested her chin on her hands and exhaled dramatically-- her first day of regression training wasn’t going well, and she hadn’t even reached nap time yet. Now she’d have Trixie the bully to contend with. Miley sighed… Who knew being turned into an Adult Baby would be so complicated? “Got caught, huh?” Miley turned towards the voice and was only a little surprised to see Ava in the chair next to her. The pretty blonde flashed her a wan smile. Miley returned it, glad to see at least one friendly face. They chatted for a few moments, when suddenly Ava got a surprised and amused expression on her face as she caught sight of something. “Oh… my… God...” she said, covering her mouth to suppress a giggle. Miley turned to look, catching site of Trixie, who stood in the door blushing, tugging at the hem of a cute yellow dress that did nothing to hide her bulging puffy pampers underneath. She struggled and fought against the maid who was dragging her towards the high chairs. “Come along, young woman!” the nurse scolded, “it’s time for lunch!” “No! Please!” Trixie begged, “don’t put me back on the diarrhea diet!” “Stop being so silly!” The nurse scolded, ushering her charge into the highchair with a swat to her plushly padded backside. “Now you wait here… I’ll be right back with some yummies for you!” She cooed sweetly, heading off to get some lunch. “’Diarrhea diet?’” Miley asked nervously. “That’s what most of us call it around here,” Ava explained kindly. “’The diarrhea diet.’ Leave it to the court, they thought of everything. They even hired nutritionists to come up with a diet designed to keep us healthy and happy-- all while causing sudden, nearly uncontrollable shits… just like real babies.” She gazed into Miley’s shocked and horrified face with a smile. “Don’t worry,” she said gently as the nurses appeared with their lunches, “you’ll get used to it… eventually.”
“You know,” said Ms. Smythe, lifting Trixie’s legs high in the air to expose her plump, womanly bottom, “I think we have the perfect candidate for your roommate right here-- don’t we, sweetie?” She emphasized her point by rubbing a large dollop of lotion into the soft flesh of her buttocks, making Trixie squirm in place, blushing at the infantile treatment. Now Miley wasn’t feeling so cocky anymore… She had yet to see Trixie’s bullying skills in action, but watching the girl blush and fume as the head matron thoroughly massaged the lotion in to her tushy, Miley knew she wasn’t going to be on her good side. “Yes, I think that’s the perfect solution to this little problem,” Alice said, lovingly greasing each of Trixie’s buns before smearing another large dollop up into her butt-crack, paying close attention to the pucker of her anus. “I think you two have a great deal to learn from each other indeed!” Trixie turned her head to glare daggers in Miley’s direction, pure hate and humiliation radiating from her brightly blushing face. Now it was Miley’s turn to squirm in discomfort, and she realized that a message was definitely being sent her way… I’m going to do everything in my power to make your life a living hell. “Just think of how close the two of you are going to become,” said Ms. Smythe, hefting Trixie’s ankles just a little higher so she could slip a puffy white diaper beneath her shiny pink backside. “I bet you’ll be as thick as thieves in no time!” the head matron gushed, powering Trixie’s hiney and patting it in before lowering her bottom into the seat of the diaper and repeating the process on her bare pussy. “Why, you two will probably be like sisters by the end of the week!” Trixie fixed Miley with a stony glare… the cowering pop star cringed, all her enjoyment of the situation suddenly drained away. In no time, the diaper was pulled up tightly between Trixie’s legs and she was sealed in tight. She emitted a disappointed groan and pounded the floor with her fist… but Ms. Smythe didn’t give her any time to feel sorry for herself. She pulled Trixie to her feet, leaving the girl to blushingly cover her breasts by crossing her arms. “Come along young lady; let’s go find you something to wear,” Ms. Smythe took her by the hand and began dragging her from the room in nothing but a diaper… much to Trixie’s dismay. “As for you,” she said to Miley over her shoulder as they left, “I believe it’s time for lunch, I’m sure nurse Diane will make sure you find your way there.”The aromas of lunch cooking filled the hallway on the way to the dining room. In spite of everything she’d gone through that day, Miley found her mouth watering and her stomach rumbling. Even though she knew there was almost certainly some sort of catch, she couldn’t deny that she was looking forward to getting some food into her belly. The cafeteria was pretty much what Miley had expected: continuing the theme of the facility, it looked like something you’d see in a kindergarten or preschool, but sized for much larger pupils. The walls were decorated in soft pastel pinks, blues and purples, decorated with cute cartoon animals. The room itself was divided into two sections-- one for the “older” girls, consisting of a series of tables with connected chairs, where they ate their lunches out of segmented trays, and one for the “younger” girls, comprised of a couple of rows of high chairs, where students were spoon-fed by the staff. “Looks like we got here just in time,” Diane said, finding an empty chair and helping Miley into it. “Hang tight,” she said, snapping the tray in place on the front of the chair, “and I’ll go get you some lunch, OK, babykins?” Grinning, she gave Miley’s cheek a seductive stroke and walked off without waiting for an answer, leaving the pop princess stranded in her high-chair. Placing her elbows on the tray, Miley rested her chin on her hands and exhaled dramatically-- her first day of regression training wasn’t going well, and she hadn’t even reached nap time yet. Now she’d have Trixie the bully to contend with. Miley sighed… Who knew being turned into an Adult Baby would be so complicated? “Got caught, huh?” Miley turned towards the voice and was only a little surprised to see Ava in the chair next to her. The pretty blonde flashed her a wan smile. Miley returned it, glad to see at least one friendly face. They chatted for a few moments, when suddenly Ava got a surprised and amused expression on her face as she caught sight of something. “Oh… my… God...” she said, covering her mouth to suppress a giggle. Miley turned to look, catching site of Trixie, who stood in the door blushing, tugging at the hem of a cute yellow dress that did nothing to hide her bulging puffy pampers underneath. She struggled and fought against the maid who was dragging her towards the high chairs. “Come along, young woman!” the nurse scolded, “it’s time for lunch!” “No! Please!” Trixie begged, “don’t put me back on the diarrhea diet!” “Stop being so silly!” The nurse scolded, ushering her charge into the highchair with a swat to her plushly padded backside. “Now you wait here… I’ll be right back with some yummies for you!” She cooed sweetly, heading off to get some lunch. “’Diarrhea diet?’” Miley asked nervously. “That’s what most of us call it around here,” Ava explained kindly. “’The diarrhea diet.’ Leave it to the court, they thought of everything. They even hired nutritionists to come up with a diet designed to keep us healthy and happy-- all while causing sudden, nearly uncontrollable shits… just like real babies.” She gazed into Miley’s shocked and horrified face with a smile. “Don’t worry,” she said gently as the nurses appeared with their lunches, “you’ll get used to it… eventually.”