Babe Academy Chapter One (Patreon)

The next issue of Regression Crisis is turning out to be a bit longer than I expected-- I should have it done by early next week. In the meantime, I hope you'll enjoy this installment of Babe Academy. It's not quite as action packed as the prologue-- but I think it's going to get you excited for chapter two! As always, if you enjoy this story and you want to see more like it in the future then don't forget to hit the like button and leave a comment below... and thank you all so much for your continued support!

Bending over her desk, Ms. Hunter stuck her rounded rump out behind her, folding her hands under her chin and waiting patiently, all too aware of the irony of the Headmistress bending over her own desk... but she knew the momentary indignity would have great rewards.

     Behind her, The Doctor prepared her shot, drawing the synthetic hormone compound she’d designed into the cylinder. She approached the Headmistress from behind, slowly, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. She savoured moments like these-- Elle Hunter may have signed her paychecks, but it was Dr. Waxler who held the reigns in their relationship.

     With slow relish, she tugged the Headmistress’ skirt up, flipping it over onto the small of her back to reveal her tight, toned rear end, the rounded moons of her buttocks and the cleft between them visible through the seat of her silky, translucent panties. Smiling, the Doctor hooked her fingers into the waistband and tugged them down, exposing Elle’s perfect booty to the room.

     “Are you ready, Headmistress?” Dr. Waxler asked, arching an eyebrow sardonically, just barely resisting the urge to reach out and give her a pinch.

     She waited for Elle’s confirmation, then pushed the needle home, suppressing a chuckle when the Headmistress emitted a small gasp. She depressed the plunger, the milky fluid disappearing rapidly. Pulling the needle free, she swabbed the tiny pinprick in the otherwise unblemished flesh of Ms. Hunter’s buttock. “Awww... poor thing,” the Doctor cooed with no small amount of sarcasm, puckering up to plant a soft kiss on the affected area.

     The Headmistress rose, tugging her silky panties back into place before smoothing her skirt down over her hindquarters. “This isn’t the time or place, Doctor,” she said curtly, taking her notes from the desk and leafing through them.

     “I trust the treatments have been... effective?” The Doctor grinned. The shots were designed to induce lactation, and the doctor couldn’t help noticing Elle’s already huge tits had been looking especially full and ripe for the last few days... even now she seemed about to pop out of her blouse, the buttons straining to contain them.

     “I have no complaints... and neither does Candy,” she said, allowing herself a tight smile. “I assume you’re ready to move forward?”

     “You know I am,” Waxler said smugly. “The new ‘detention center’ is up and running, and we’ve personally identified all the troublemakers and ringleaders... once we have them, the rest of the school will be a cakewalk.”

     “Mmmm... wonderful,” Ms. Hunter said, studying herself in the mirror. “The food situation?”

     “Sorted out... the oatmeal will be on the menu for tomorrow's breakfast and the special snacks we created are already in the vending machines and in the commissary. In addition to my patented Ultra-fibre, they, along with all the other food, will be laced with trace amounts of my formulas to slowly erode their continence and make them more susceptible to the subliminals we’ll be pumping into their rooms at night.”

     “Good... good...” Ms. Hunter said, smoothing her outfit once more before turning to look at her companion. “Shall we?”

“Hey Trish,” Lucy said, settling in next to her friend in the auditorium. They were all waiting for the assembly to start-- for most, it would be the first time they had seen or heard their new headmistress. Rumour had it that there were some changes happening at St. Babette’s, much of it having to do with the mysterious ‘detention center’ recently built onto the medical building. “What’s going on?”

     “Haven’t you heard?” Trish sighed dejectedly, “Gemma’s not coming back this semester.”

     “Aw... How come?”

     “I don’t know... her parent’s pulled her out. Something about these new rule changes.” Trish huffed. She’d shared a room with Gemma for the last two years, and they’d gotten pretty tight.  

     “That sucks, sweetie,” Lucy said. “I know how to cheer you up, though... I’m meeting this cute guy tonight, we’re going to a party in town... you should come!”

     “You’re sneaking out on the first night of the semester?” Trish grinned. Even by the liberal standards of Babe Academy, that seemed brazen.

     “No-- we are! Right?” she beamed. “C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

     “OK... when do you want to go?”

     But before they could plan any further, Ms. Hunter strode out to the podium, Dr. Waxler trailing behind her. Confident and beautiful, the icy blonde was both intimidating and magnetically alluring. With her plunging neckline and her magnificent breasts looking like they were about to jump out of her top, she soon had every eye in the room on her. The din of conversation died down as she glanced about the auditorium expectantly.

     “Good morning, ladies” The Headmistress began smoothly. “For those of you who don’t know, I’m Ms. Hunter, and I’ll be taking over as headmistress.”

     “Think she brought enough tits for the rest of the class?”  whispered Lucy, making Trish giggle.

     The Headmistress ran through her introduction, and at first there was nothing of note-- most of the girls tuned out, holding hushed conversations or fidgeting with their phones. But the next section won back their attention.

     “I know that this place has played pretty loose with the rules in the past... previous leaders have allowed the students to operate independently, and discipline has been rather lax. I’m sorry to announce all that’s over now. There will be no more skipping class to tan by the pool, no more turning in assignments late, and no more sneaking out to cavort around town. The trustees have brought me in to establish discipline and restore order, while still providing the quality education you’ve come to expect.

     “With that in mind, I’d like to introduce the woman who will be assisting me in this endeavour... Dr.  Donna Waxler, who will be aiding me in my mission every step of the way as well as providing the quality medical care our students have come to expect.”

     The tall, statuesque beauty took the stage, long black hair cascading around her shoulders, and the students found themselves gulping apprehensively. “You girls will be noticing some changes over the coming days and weeks. Some will be as minor as healthier food in the vending machines and cafeteria. Others, such as new discipline methods, classroom reassignments, and our new, more zealous approach to health and hygiene, may strike you as odd, out of place, or even invasive. I want to assure you right now that everything we do is done with the well-being of our students in minds.” The mere mention of discipline in conjunction with this woman was enough to have the girls squirming uncomfortably in their seats and shooting each other nervous glances.

     “I also want to inform you that starting next week we will be bringing all the students in for a thorough physical examination as well as instituting random, on the spot hygiene checks, and I don’t want to hear any grumbling about it ladies-- your health, safety, and cleanliness is our top priority,” Waxler said with a sinister grin.

      There was little else to say, and the assembly wrapped up quickly afterwords, leaving the girls a few minutes to chat among themselves before class.

“Can you believe those two?” Trish asked no one in particular when she and her friends had gathered in the hall. “Don’t they know who they’re dealing with? My dad could buy and sell both those clowns.”

     “I hope they were joking,” Kayla said haughtily. “I was looking forward to working on my tan this semester.”

     “This is a college, not a nursery school! ‘Hygiene checks?’ What does that even mean?!”

     “Hey, check this out.”

     Everyone looked at Lucy in time to see her dropping some change into the vending machine. She pushed a combination of buttons, then bent to retrieve her snack (her short skirt revealing a scandalous amount of smooth, sexy bare leg.) She turned and showed the others her purchase.

      “‘Nutrition bar’?” Trish read uncertainly.

     “‘Maple and Peanut Butter Protein,’” Lucy read aloud, “‘made with Ultra-Fibre. Control post workout hunger with this protein rich, vegan snack bar, jam packed with peanuts, pea protein isolate and real maple syrup. Good for slow energy release.’”

     “You’re not really going to eat that, are you?” Kayla asked dubiously.

     “Why not?” Lucy asked, unwrapping it and taking a bite. “I’m starving... Mmmm! This is good!”

     The bell rang, cutting off any further conversation. The girls drifted reluctantly off to class.