Babe Academy Chapter Six (Patreon)

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While the girls stood in the corner, rosy red rumps sizzling behind them, Ms. Hunter and Dr. Waxler began the process of setting up the machinery. The Headmistress was practically trembling with excitement at the opportunity to customize the regression of two beautiful, naughty young women... but if the Doctor shared her excitement, she gave absolutely no sign as she went about the process of prepping the VR equipment and fine tuning the software... as cool as always.

     When everything was ready, Elle shared a tight smile with the doctor before turning towards the students. “OK girls,” she said, her voice deceptively sweet, “hike up those little panties and come over here, please.”

     Meekly, Tiffany and Susan complied, slowly easing their underwear up and over the bright red orbs of their well -spanked butts, squirming and hissing in discomfort as their burning hot skin made contact with the fabric.

     “Come here, darlings,” The Doctor coaxed, gesturing to the two chairs they had prepared for the occasion. Reluctantly, Tiffany and Susan obeyed, slowly making their way over and easing themselves gently into the seats, wincing when their sore little bums made contact with the cushions... but they quickly had larger problems. Out of nowhere, Ms. Hunter and Dr. Waxler each produced a set of leather straps, which they quickly used to fasten the girls into their seats by their wrists and ankles.

     “Hey!” Tiffany spat, fighting against her bonds. “What the hell?!”

     “Young lady, you hush!” Ms Hunter scolded. “Don’t make us gag you as well!”

     “What is this?” Susan asked, her voice trembling and soft. Dr. Waxler touched her cheek gently and flashed a smile that almost had the girl literally pissing her panties.

     “You two know the rules... if you misbehave, it’s a trip to the detention center for you,” she intoned, taking up the VR helmets and handing one over to the headmistress. “But first, we need to make a little ‘attitude adjustment.’”

     The girls tugged at their bonds and trembled fearfully as the helmets were slid over their heads and strapped into place under their chins.

     Dr. Waxler took up her place behind the laptop, her fingers clacking ominously at the keys. The girls, sensing something was wrong, began struggling against their bonds. “Oh no... please...” Susan was begging now in a quiet, quivering voice.

     “Hush, my love,” Elle said softly, patting the back of her hand gently. “Just relax... it’s going to be fine.”

     The Doctor hit the enter button. The VR glasses kicked into life with a dazzling display of shapes, colours and lights. Susan and Tiffany’s protests quickly died down as they were first drawn into the light show, then quickly mesmerized by it.

     While the girls were lulled into a deeply suggestive state by the flashing colours, the two scheming women were busy at work, plotting to mould and shape their minds as casually as picking toppings on a pizza.

     “We’ll set their general personality and intelligence matrix low,” the doctor said, entering commands into the laptop, “say 18 months?”

     “Perfect,” Elle purred. “I’m assuming you’ve made the standard... adjustments... to their sexual profiles?”

     “Of course,” the Doctor smiled devilishly. “I’ve fine tuned their ‘preferences,’ given ourselves a prominent role in their new sexual fantasies... oh, and I’m testing something new that I think you’ll find amusing... seeing our faces will now trigger a totally reflexive and involuntary display of infantile sexual excitement.”

     “Such as...?”

     “Thumb sucking, drooling, a compulsion to masturbate, loss of bladder and possibly even bowel control.”

     “Mmmm... how delightful,” Ms. Hunter mused, her pussy growing wet at the thought of a beautiful young woman who was so in love with her Headmistress that she would compulsively suck her thumb and mess herself at the mere sight of the object of her desire.

     In their seats, the students were no longer resisting. They sat, their heads lolling back and forth, their conscious minds lulled further and further underground, leaving them in a highly suggestive state. The women finished their adjustments, their pussies moist as they relished the absolute power they now possessed over the lives of these two oh so cute and naughty grown up schoolgirls.  

     They shared a tight smile, watching the girls twitch and jolt in their seats, struggling against their bonds and opening their mouths to make noises which never came. The process of having their adult minds submerged was disorienting, even frightening... but the Doctor had managed to soften the blow by having their brains release strong doses of endorphins and dopamine. In their chairs the girls squirmed against their bonds, their jaws slackening as they were bombarded by hypnotic suggestions and subliminal messages that would totally rewrite their personalities.

“How long has it been?” The Headmistress asked, giddy as a schoolgirl on Christmas Eve.

     “Hmm... a couple of hours,” Dr. Waxler responded, checking her watch.

     “Shall we go check on our new additions?” Elle asked, sipping down the last of her tea.

     “After you, darling,” the Doctor responded, downing the last of her own drink before she rose to trail after the Headmistress down the hall, towards int recovery room. Ms. Hunter swiped a key card through the magnetic reader, holding the door for the Doctor before she followed her inside.

     Flicking on the lights illuminated the adult sized nursery Dr. Waxler had added before the start of the term. It paled in comparison to the facilities in the new detention center, but it served them well during the transition period, when the girls were coming down after their first treatment. While Dr. Waxler made some notes on their charts, Ms. Hunter went straight to the crib, sliding down the bars and  bending down to peer in at it’s occupants.

     “Good morning, my darlings!” She said happily, gazing down lovingly at the two gorgeous, mentally regressed young women.

     Squirming on their backs on the soft mattress, their diapered bottoms crinkling beneath their tushies, Tiffany and Susan yawned and stretched the last of their sleepiness away before focusing on the source of the voice. Their faces noticeably lit up when they saw the Headmistress, smiling vacantly, their cheeks reddening. The mere presence of the beautiful and powerful Ms. Hunter set their heart’s fluttering, pussies growing moist when they herd her voice and saw her face.  

     Almost instinctively, Tiffany’s thumb found it’s way into her mouth and she sucked urgently, almost compulsively, in a way that seemed to indicate simmering sexual desire. Likewise, Susan began drooling unconsciously, her mouth wet with saliva... almost like they’re starving for Mommy’s milk, the Headmistress thought, her own pussy growing moist when she thought about breast feeding the two gorgeous Adult Babies.

     “How are our two little sweethearts?” Dr. Waxler said, taking up a position next to Elle, gazing upon her two newest little sweeties.

     Upon seeing The Doctor, the girl’s reactions were nearly immediate: Tiffany, still enthusiastically sucking her thumb, reached down the front of her pampers with her free hand and began openly masturbating, furiously rubbing her little pink pussy in front of everyone with no attempt at even hiding it.

     Susan’s reaction was not quite as immediate, but was no less attention getting. The sight of the doctor’s face caused a rapidly growing, nervous quiver in her tummy. The quiver quickly grew into a heavy, gassy fullness in her colon, and within moments, she was reflexively pulling her knees up to her chest, she began grunting softly to herself, her face going red from the strain. Within seconds, a wet, farty spattering sound announced the arrival of a muddy mass of mushy brown poo-poo into her pampers. The seat distended, going all lumpy and brown beneath her-- Susan sighed contentedly, slowly lowering her legs once more, cooing softly to herself when she felt the mess compress under her buttocks.

     The two women glanced ant each other and shared a giggle. The process was a complete success-- the adorable little brats had been totally regressed to their specifications and would remain that way until they saw fit to restore them. The feeling of power that coursed through their bodies made them tingle with arousal.

     Without saying a word, they helped the two girls out of the crib, carrying them over to the two comfortable looking chairs on the far side of the room. Settling in, they pulled the girls into their laps, Ms. Hunter taking Tiffany, the Doctor taking Susan (who gurgled happily when the mud pie in her pants squished between her buttocks and the doctor’s warm, womanly lap.)

     “Oh Tiffy,” The Headmistress whispered, kissing the girl on the cheek as she squirmed and masturbated in woman’s lap. “I bet you’re thirsty after your little nap.”

     She reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing her full, bare breasts beneath. Tiffany eagerly took the nipple into her mouth and suckled like a pro, gorging herself on Ms. Hunter’s fresh, creamy milk.

     “You too, Susu,” The Doctor said, ‘accidentally’ jostling Susan up and down on her knee and thoroughly squishing the load in her diaper as she undid her blouse and freed her own large bosom. Susan squealed and happily latched onto Dr. Waxler’s nipple, greedily reaching up to massage her melon-like titty as she drank down The Doctor’s sweet milk.