Babe Academy Prologue (Patreon)

I'd wanted to get the final part of The Descent posted today, but when I was going over it I realized I had lost the last couple of paragraphs when my computer died. It's not a big deal, it's just a few hundred words, but I don't have time to fix it right now. I'm going to try and get it done for next week, but in the meantime, I don't want to leave you guys hanging, so here's a preview of the story I've got lined up next. Babe Academy is an homage to trashy 70s and 80s girls-reform-school-type movies with an ABDL twist. This prologue was written to serve as an introduction to our two main villains as well as being a satisfying short story on its own... I hope you guys enjoy it. As always, thank you all so much for your continued support, and if you enjoy the story, don't forget to hit the like button and leave a comment.

The Doctor arrived at Ms. Elle Hunter’s house on the campus at a little after three on the Friday before the beginning of fall semester at a little after 3:00. Ms. Hunter, recently appointed Headmistress at the secluded St. Babette’s Academy for Troubled Young Women, had spent the morning on the phone, checking on the changes that she’d ordered to the campus, and finding that the work was progressing on schedule, began going through the student records, finding suitable candidates for early trials of their new process. Fortunately, in a school full of young, beautiful troublemakers, there was no shortage of potential guinea pigs, and she had a lovely time sipping her wine and making notes, her pussy throbbing in anticipation of all the fun she was going to have.

     She’d almost missed it when Dr. Waxler’s Porsche came up the driveway, and she rose with a sigh, crossing over to the front door to greet her guest.

     Dr. Waxler climbed out of the car, her statuesque figure standing over six feet and made lean and muscular by a carefully regimented exercise routine... not that you would realize that the way she was dressed, casual but elegant, her bearing almost regal. The Headmistress did raise an eyebrow when she saw the Doctor’s unannounced guest-- a gorgeous young lady in her early to mid 20s, her blond hair cascading down her shoulders, nearly the same golden color as the t-shirt that clung to her body and revealed that she wore no bra to constrain her large breasts. Her jeans were nearly painted on, and when she bent over to retrieve her purse from the car Ms. Hunter found herself nearly gasping at the sight of her round little butt, every detail, contour and crevasse revealed in almost perfect detail through the tight denim.

     “This is Candy,” Dr. Waxler said proudly, presenting her to the Headmistress almost like a trophy. “I saw her hitchhiking on my way up and I just couldn’t pass the little angel by,” she smiled, lightly brushing the girl’s hair back behind her ear.

     “How very selfless,” Ms. Hunter said archly, smiling knowingly. “Why don’t you make yourself at home in the living room, dear?” Elle, said ushering the girl gently towards door. “We’ve got a little business to discuss here first before we join you,” she urged, unable to resist giving Candy’s firm, young bottom a gentle pat as she sent her on her way.

     “And what, may I ask, is she doing here?” The Headmistress asked, faux-forceful.

     “I told you,” said the doctor, “I picked her up hitchhiking.”

     “That’s not what I meant... and you know it.”

     “You said you wanted a demonstration,” Dr. Waxler reminded her, removing her coat and hanging it in the closet. “You also mentioned that you wanted, quote, ‘a little one all to myself...’ I thought you’d be pleased.”

     “She is pretty cute,” Ms. Hunter agreed, “but we can’t just... well, you know! Doesn’t someone know where she is?”

     “God no... she doesn’t even have a cell phone. Think of it, Elle,” Dr. Wexler began, pouring herself a glass of wine, “she just left home on her own without saying anything to anyone... isn’t that the most immature thing you’ve ever heard? And she’s got the most infantile obsession with breasts... I swear she spent half the trip up here trying to get a glance at my cleavage.”

     “It is rather impressive, Doctor,” Ms. Hunter said sardonically, helping herself to a glance down the doctor’s low-cut top. “What exactly did you have in mind?” Ms. Hunter asked, taking another sip of her wine

     “Ohh, nothing much,” the doctor said, emptying the liquid contents of a small vile she retrieved from her purse into a wine glass before pouring a serving of Cabernet Sauvignon on top. “Only let’s move the party out to the deck, shall we? I’d hate to make a mess in your living room.”

While Candy chugged her wine greedily and quickly poured herself another, the two older women sipped their drinks slowly, watching her with flickering eyes and secretive smiles, stealing knowing glances at each other.

     It wasn’t long before the girl was tipsy, and the other women moved in aggressively, each staking out a position next to their supple young prey, grinning hungrily at her and reaching out to gently touch her, almost licking their lips in anticipation.

The girl, for her part, seemed oblivious to their predatory intentions, sipping her wine and enjoying the attention they were paying her. She’d been away from home for weeks now, and she was enjoying the way they fussed over her... especially considering how attractive they were.  

     Candy When the urge to urinate came one, the idea that she wouldn’t be able to control herself never crossed her mind... after all, she was a grown woman now, one who hadn’t wet herself in years at that. Candy simply crossed her legs and squeezed tightly to help hold it in. Dr. Waxler shot Ms. Hunter a knowing smirk... she recognized the body language enough to know that poor little Candy was on the edge of embarrassing herself, even if she hadn’t realized it yet.

     Candy chattered away blissfully, unaware at first that she had begin leaking. A small dark patch appeared on the front of her jeans, but she remained totally oblivious. The Doctor and the Headmistress watched, their eyes shimmering with anticipation.

     By the time she realized something was wrong, it was far too late... Candy’s crotch was soaked and the warm wetness was trickling beneath her and under her bum. Candy gasped and leapt to her feet trying futilely to stop the flow of pee down her legs, only to discover that her body simply wasn’t responding to her commands... no matter how hard she tried, she simply couldn’t stem the flow, and she soon found herself standing in a puddle.  

     “Oh my God!” she whispered, her cheeks reddening as the strong stench of urine wafted into her nostrils. Before she could even fully process what was happening, Ms. Hunter and the Doctor were on her, touching her body gently and whispering soft comforts into her ear:

     “Oh dear... what seems to have happened, honey?”

     “Seems as though she’s had herself a little accident, didn’t you sweetie?”

     “Poor little baby... do you need some assistance?”

     “I’d say she definitely needs a little motherly attention.”

      Candy was dazed and confused, pouring sweat, her embarrassment growing with every little move she made, the pee squishing beneath her feet audibly. She was hot and dizzy and detached, and she had no idea how it happened, but before she knew it she was inside and Ms. Hunter and the Doctor were stripping off her shirt and pants. She wore no underwear of any kind, so she was bare naked almost before she realized it. Blushing, she assumed she was being led towards a bath; she was surprised to find herself on her back on a plastic mat on the living room floor, staring up at the ceiling, her firm, ripe breasts rising and falling in time with her breathing.

     Doctor Waxler appeared at Candy’s side brandishing a small baby bottle. She opened her mouth to protest, but instead found the rubber nipple pushed firmly in between her lips. “Don’t drop it,” the Doctor admonished sternly, and Candy felt a stab of fear, wrapping both hands around the bottle and keeping the nipple firmly in her mouth... she had absolutely no desire to get this woman angry at her.  

      Candy slurped her bottle obediently, her eyelids growing heavy the more of the syrupy liquid she consumed. Her body tingled, the world seemed to shimmer and slow to a crawl. She glanced over, saw the Doctor retrieve a box of baby-wipes, a bottle of powder, and a large disposable diaper. Candy giggled to herself around the nipple... they looked like they were getting ready to play a game of house!

     Feeling increasingly disoriented, she drifted in and out, only catching snippets of their conversation:

     “... Formula keeps her out of it and preps her for the machine” she heard the Doctor say, “... little side effect... stimulate her colon...”

     “Oh my...get a little stinky in here?” The Headmistress asked, highly amused.

      “... Get this diaper on,” the Doctor replied, “before she... mess... all over.” Candy felt the diaper tugged up tight between her legs. All she could do was groan and wiggle in response.

     “Young lady, you quit that fussing!” The Doctor scolded sternly, taping the diaper shut around Candy’s waist. “Be a good girl and finish your baba, or I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank your little bottom!”

     The Doctor shot Candy a serious look, sending a stab of fear through the girl, who redoubled her effort to finish her bottle, emptying it with a hiss. Dr. Waxler removed it from her grip with a smug smirk, leaving Candy to look down at her pampers and pout.  

     “Don’t be so hard on the little darling, Doctor,” Ms. Hunter said, slipping in next to Candy on the floor to softly stroke her supple, naked body. “She’s had a very busy day... haven’t you, honey?” She bent down to kiss Candy’s forehead softly, and the diapered blonde beauty squirmed and gurgled in response. “I think I know what you want,” Elle whispered, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal that her bountiful bosom wasn’t constrained by a bra.

     She presented one perfect nipple to the squirming diaper girl who accepted it without hesitation. The Headmistress gasped, then smiled and chuckled, gently stroking the girl’s silky, golden hair, whispering softly as she sought comfort from the older woman’s nipple, and that she had no milk to give was no problem... Candy simply reached up, cupped Elle’s other breast, and settled in with a soft sigh.

     Dr. Waxler watched the show with an amused smirk for a few moments before going out to her car to remove the remainder of her equipment. Back in the living room, she quickly set up her laptop, hooking in what appeared to be a VR rig, and setting up the program, gaving the Headmistress and her new playmate a moment to enjoy each other’s company for a minute.

     The quiet tranquility of the moment was punctuated by an ominous gurgle from Candy’s tummy. A sharp cramp preceded a growing bloated feeling in her tummy. Before she even realized what was happening, she heard herself passing gas loudly, only slightly muffled by her diaper.

     Gasping, she detached herself from Elle’s nipple and looked up at her with a shocked expression, which only made the Headmistress chuckle. Candy’s cheeks reddened-- her tummy was just getting more crampy by the minute, and she couldn’t seem to clamp down or control herself at the moment... she ripped a couple of more farts into the seat of her diapers, reddening as Ms. Hunter chuckled.

     “Oh dear... I believe you were right, Doctor,” said Ms. Hunter with some amusement. “The medicine seems to have upset her tummy a bit.”

     That was an understatement... grimacing, Candy pushed down a bit in an attempt to rid herself of the painful gas inside her. Instead, she gasped and squeaked, accidentally pushing out a sizable dollop of warm mushy poop with a gassy blurping sound.

     “Uh oh,” the Headmistress said smugly, crinkling her nose a bit and reaching around to pat the growing bulge in the seat of her diaper. “I think someone’s making mommy a present!”

     Candy responded with a grunt, a gurgling cramp in her belly pushing out an involuntary diarrhea mud-side into her pampers. Elle just smiled and patted her bottom, feeling the pile growing beneath her hand. “That’s my good girl... make a big mess for mommy,” the woman whispered huskily, patting the mushy pile in the seat of her diaper.

     “Bring her over here,” Dr. Waxler said with a smile, “and I can finish my demonstration.”

     Ms. Hunter aided Candy unsteadily to her feet and helped her walk, bow legged, over to the couch.   The Headmistress eased her unto a sitting position, grinning, watching her expression as the mess in her pants squished against her butt.

     “Hold still, honey,” the Doctor said firmly, slipping the headset onto Candy’s head and strapping her in.

     “Now,” she explained, guiding Elle through the process on the screen of her laptop, “this is a simplified version-- the finished product will have more options for customization, but this’ll give you an idea of what we’re working with. Once completed, I’ll be able to offer full customization of the subject’s mind-- remove or insert memories, implant post-hypnotic triggers... but right now, I want to show you our ‘reset’ options.

     “From here,” Dr. Waxler continued, pulling up a new menu, “I have access to all of her memories. I can erase specific ones-- say, first grade, or her potty training, even reduce her speech and language comprehension... Or, I can erase them all after, say, her second birthday, leaving her in a, shall we say, highly suggestible state.” The Doctor grinned at Elle, who was listening very intently. “I could even insert you into her memories-- cast you in the ‘mommy’ role, if you would. She would be absolutely infantilized... and totally under your control. If, of course, that’s what you want.”

     Waxler glanced up at the Headmistress, who could only nod slightly, her pussy throbbing at the possibilities. With a sadistic grin, Dr. Waxler entered the variables and hit enter.

      Beneath the visor, Candy squirmed in her poopy diaper, hoping she was going to get a change soon. She was only vaguely aware of the two women and their conversation... she was sleepy, tired, and ready for a clean diaper. She was caught unaware when the VR headset flickered to life, a series of coloured lights and flashes dancing across her eyes. Squeaking with surprise, her mouth dropped open, and she jumped a bit in her seat, the mushy pile in her pants squishing against her even more. She had no idea what was happening, and within a few moments, it didn’t matter... Candy relaxed, sagging into her seat, as her memories began to vanish, her personality being re-written to suit the purposes of these two women she’d only just met.

     Dr. Waxler and Ms. Hunter watched closely, Candy laying almost motionless except for the occasional twitch or spasm. Neither of them spoke, but both of them knew it was only the beginning.