Babe Academy Chapter Three (Patreon)

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“OK, babykins,” Doctor Waxler said to the sobbing Lucy when she entered the bathroom in her office to find her standing there, sobbing, lost and waiting for someone to take her in hand... A woman-child, helpless, her panties bulging with a hot load of poop inside... Perfect, the doctor thought, affecting a stern but concerned expression. “Let’s get you out of those panties. But first... we don’t want to make a mess of this skirt, do we?” she asked rhetorically, stripping off the skirt before Lucy could even respond, leaving the beautiful young woman standing in her tight blouse and her loaded underwear, all lumpy and brown behind her, sagging just enough to reveal the top of her butt crack.

     The Doctor couldn’t help smiling at the picture of a sensual, beautiful young woman reduced to such childish status-- and the knowledge that, by the end of the hour, she would be reduced even further sent an erotic tingle through her body. “Now for those messy little panties,” she said, taking a pair of latex gloves from her pocket, she stretched them over her hands with slow relish, studying the way Lucy cringed.

     With strong, steady fingers, the doctor pealed Lucy’s bulging panties down slowly and carefully, grinning as her poopy butt-cheeks gradually came into view. “Awww... you poor thing,” she said comfortingly, first emptying Lucy’s impressive load into the toilet, then discarding the panties into the trash with a sodden thump before flushing. “You are a mess,” she said with a giggle, tingling with erotic power as the girl blushed in response. “Come on, honey bunny,” she said, stripping her of her shirt and bra, “let’s get you into the shower.”

When Headmistress Hunter arrived, she strolled brazenly into the bathroom and was confronted with the sight of the nude and tearful Lucy in the shower, being thoroughly bathed by the doctor. Lucy gasped and covered herself, but Dr. Waxler was quick to reassure her. “It’s OK, sweetie... the headmistress is here to help.”

     “You poor little darling,” Elle Hunter said soothingly, rolling her sleeves up and coming over, taking up a position on the other side of the doctor. “When I heard what happened to you, I just had to come down here and help sort you out... that must’ve been so embarrassing for you sweetie,” she said, picking up a cloth and helping wash Lucy’s body.

     Lucy stood stiffly beneath the water and allowed the two older women to bathe her. The shower was warm, it felt amazing to get clean, and their hands scrubbing her nude body felt wonderful... but there was something strange, maybe even predatory, about the whole situation that was putting her on edge.

     The pair of them soon had her squeaky clean, and after being dried off, Lucy found herself on her back on the examining table, naked and quivering. “You wait right there, Lulu,” Dr. Waxler said soothingly, “I’ll get you something to calm you down.”

     The headmistress watched her remove the baby bottle filled with thick purple liquid from the fridge. “The bottle’s a nice touch... what’s in it?” she asked, making sure they were out of earshot.

     “Just a little something I whipped up... something I think you’re going to be quite interested in, headmistress,” she replied with a smile.

     “Well? Don’t keep me in suspense.”

     “Well, the base is just one of the ultra-fibre protein shakes we’re going to start selling in the cafeteria. I added a mild sedative to keep her out of it and get her ready for a trip through the machine. I also took the liberty of adding a new compound of my own design-- a strong aphrodisiac. Then, I topped it all off with a powerful laxative,” the Doctor said with an evil grin.

     “You mean...?” the headmistress asked, her pussy moist at the possibilities.

     “First, she’s going to get horny,” said Dr. Waxler, “then she’s going to get diarrhea-- big time.”

     “Doctor, you’re a wonder,” the Headmistress said with a hungry smile.  

     Lucy watched them approach nervously, resisting the nipple for a moment before reluctantly allowing it into her mouth. She took the bottle in hand and sucked, the cool liquid trailing down her throat, resentful of being treated like a baby.

     “Poor little thing,” Ms. Hunter said gently, bending down to softly kiss Lucy’s forehead (pretending not to notice she was shoving her cleavage into the younger woman’s face.) “Don’t worry,” the headmistress said as the Doctor reached under the table and produced a thick adult diaper.

     From behind her bottle, Lucy gazed at it in horror, realizing it looked exactly like the pampers she wore as a baby... right down to the colourful cartoon prints on the front. She shook her head behind her bottle, and moved to raise herself from the table... but the headmistress stopped her with a hand on her bare chest and a stern look. “Just relax and drink your baba honey... don’t make us get tough with you,” Elle warned, unable to resist sharing a sadistic smile with Dr. Waxler.  

     Lucy was deeply unsettled by this turn of events, but she barely had time to react before Ms. Hunter took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs into the air above her. Lucy squealed... with her legs splayed in this position, her tushy hanging in the air above the table, she was well aware that her entire ass and neatly trimmed privates were on complete display. The Doctor grinned lasciviously at the sight of Lucy’s perfect pussy and asshole as she slid the diaper under her bottom. The Headmistress lowered her slowly, Lucy’s smooth, plump buttocks making contact with the thick padding.  

     “That’s it, little Lulu,” The Doctor soothed, producing a tube of diaper rash ointment, squeezing a thick dollop onto her fingers. Waxler worked it into the girl’s delicious pink pussy. Behind her bottle, Lucy groaned, thrusting her hips reflexively. Part of her knew this was wrong on some level... but another part of herself was content to simply enjoy the attention-- and the more the sedative kicked in, the larger that part grew.

     Lucy shivered and gurgled when the tight pucker of her anus was greased up thoroughly. Powder came next, and Ms. Hunter lifted Lucy’s legs high in the air and spread them apart, allowing Dr. Waxler to powder and pat it into her crotch and butt-cheeks.

     By the time the diaper was pulled up between her thighs and fastened around her waist, Lucy was about halfway through her bottle, and she was feeling pretty out of it. The doctor and Headmistress stood above her, looming down with sly little smiles tugging at their lips. Lucy squirmed, nervous...but there was something else, a heat building in her loins. As crazy as it was, as violated as she felt, she was a little horrified to realize this treatment seemed to be turning her on.

     “That a girl-- finish up that bottle,” Waxler encouraged, watching the last of it’s contents disappear with satisfaction.

     “Poor little baby,” The Headmistress said, reaching down to stroke Lucy’s cheeks softly. “She’s had quite a busy afternoon.”

     “Agreed,” said the Doctor, patting the front of her diaper with a satisfied smirk. “She needs some rest.”

     Before she knew it, Lucy found herself sitting in the headmistress’ lap, nude but for a puffy, babyish adult diaper wrapped tightly around her squirming bare loins. Ms. Hunter took hold of the bottle, holding it gently in Lucy’s mouth, smiling as she watched the liquid drain.

     “That’s it, Lulu,” Elle said, softly stroking the warm, pale flesh of the girl’s belly as she spoke. “Finish your baba, sweetie. Drink up for mommy.

Mommy? Lucy thought to herself groggy. By now it was obvious there was something up, but the sedative had her in la-la land, and as the aphrodisiac kicked in, she no longer cared. Inside her diaper, her pussy was on fire, and as the Headmistress caressed the front of her pampers, Lucy found herself overtaken by an almost overpowering lust.

     She finished the bottle with a hissing pop... the Headmistress pulled the nipple from her mouth and set the bottle aside, cooing down at the girl gently and dabbing at her lips with a cloth. “My sweet little Lulu... you’re cute enough to eat,” she whispered, bending down to kiss her forcefully on the mouth. Lucy, clad in nothing but her big adult diaper, squirmed excitedly in her lap... unprepared for what was about to happen.