Babe Academy Chapter Seven (Patreon)

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A few days later, Headmistress Elle Hunter and Dr. Waxler were having their morning meeting in the doctor’s office, as had become their custom. On the floor, their recent regressees, Susan and Tiffany, were playing with the Headmistress’ own ‘pampered pet,’ Candy. The young women, reduced intellectually to the levels of preschoolers, cooed and babbled to each other as they played with their dollies and crawled around on their hands and knees, diapered butts stuck up in the air behind them, crinkling softly as they moved... a most appealing sight for the two women, who would occasionally look over and smile, revelling in their superiority, their utter domination of these beautiful Adult Babies.

     Their plans had been progressing according to schedule, and they were within a couple of weeks of releasing the first round of newly ‘conditioned’ pupils back into the population, which was sure to demoralize the student body even further.

     “There is one problem we have to discuss,” Dr. Waxler said, sipping her coffee.

     “Oh?” The Headmistress replied in an offhanded way, distracted by the trio of beautiful babes in diapers crawling about her feet. Just like a horny teenager, the Doctor thought, suppressing a smile.

     “Mmmm. It seems the students are having trouble adjusting to their new diets,” she said archly, knowing that would get the Headmistress’ attention.

     “Is that right?” Ms. Hunter said, predictably turning to listen.

     “Indeed,” the Doctor said, barely suppressing her smile. “it seems my office is being swamped with complaints of diarrhea, excessive flatulence, and intestinal distress.”

    “Oh? And how, doctor, is that a problem exactly,” said the Headmistress, who grinned, knowing that these symptoms meant that their scheme was panning out exactly as they’d planned.

     “Because,” Dr. Waxler said sardonically, sipping her coffee, “we haven’t finished installing cameras in the bathrooms yet.”

     The two shared a corrupt laugh. Elle went back to watching the girls play, smiling as she watched their diapered butts waggle in the air-- it was soon to be a common site on campus.

“God,” Kayla complained, making a face and stirring the bowl of oatmeal the she and the other girls were now expected to choke down for breakfast every morning. “What’s in this slop? I’ve been ripping ass like crazy all week!”

     “It’s worse than that,” Trish said miserably, “I just about crapped my pants after dinner last night. I don’t know what they’re feeding us around here, but it’s playing havoc with my guts.”

     “Tell me about it!”  Kitty replied, pushing her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “I was just in the ladies room... it sounded like world war three in there!” she said, waving her hand in front of her face for emphasis. “And it smelled like--”

     But she was interrupted by Kayla accidentally pushing out a loud fart that reverberated noisily off the hard, wooden seat beneath her tight, round buns.

     “Sorry,” she muttered, reddening as everyone turned to look at her.

     “Excuse you, young lady,” The Doctor said, appearing out of nowhere and flashing Kayla a superior smirk that made the girl pray for the earth to swallow her. “Looks like I got here just in time... it’s time for your physical, dear!”

     “Oh come on!” Kayla pouted, looking around to her friends for support... but they looked down at their meals and pretended they couldn’t hear, not wanting to attract the attention of the sinister doctor themselves. “Fine!” she huffed, defeated. At least I won’t have to eat my breakfast, she thought rising to follow the doctor out of the cafeteria.

At first, the check up proceeded as normal. Kayla sat patiently and allowed the doctor to check her heart, pulse, reflexes and other vitals, and Dr. Waxler’s demeanour remained professional (though she did stand awfully close and seemed to hover her cleavage in front of Kayla’s face for longer than strictly necessary.) Then Dr. Waxler fixed the girl with a penetrating stare and told her: “roll over on your stomach and pull down your panties... it’s time to take your temperature.”

     Kayla shot her a surprised look, her jaw dropping-- surely she didn’t mean...?

     But just one glance at The Doctor let her know that she was totally serious. Ordinarily she would have argued... but from what she’d heard about this woman, she was risking punishment even by hesitating. So she reluctantly complied, stretching out on her stomach and flipping up her pleated skirt at the back, exposing her pleasantly rounded bottom in a pair of tight white panties. “Is this really necessary?” she pouted, propping her chin on her hand.  

     “I know it’s embarrassing,” Dr. Waxler said with relish, taking hold of the waistband and tugging her underwear down, exposing her adorable bare bottom to the room, but it’s the most accurate way.”

     The Doctor tugged the girl’s panties down to her knees, grinning to herself when she saw the big brown skidmark running up the middle of the seat. “Oh dear,” she tisked, trying to suppress her glee. “What’s this? These panties are filthy, young lady!” While Kayla was busy blushing and stammering, Dr. Waxler tugged the panties all the way down and over her feet. “Look at these!” she scolded, holding them up under Kayla’s nose. “I can see we’ve got a lot of work to do with you, young lady-- starting with a lesson on how to properly wipe your bottom!”

     “Hey, give me a break... I told you I had the runs!” Kayla defended herself halfheartedly, embarrassed at having skidmarks in her panties at her age... let alone at being scolded for it by an authority figure.

     “That’s no excuse!” The Doctor informed her, removing a container of wet-wipes and pulling one out dramatically. “This is a serious infraction of our hygiene standards, my dear... I’m afraid you’re going to have to spend some time in the detention center,” she sighed.

     “Oh come on!” Kayla shouted. “I told you the food is making me sick to my stomach! Shouldn’t you be worried more about your cooking standards than your hygiene stand—eeek!” she squealed and jerked when Dr. Waxler suddenly pressed the cool, wet cloth up between her butt-cheeks and gave her crack a slow wipe.

     Kayla twitched and shivered, especially when the Doctor took a fresh baby-wipe and took another pass, this time paying attention to the dark brown crinkle of her anus. Making small, embarrassed noises, Kayla buried her face in the padded table beneath her.

     The used cloth was discarded into the trash. Kayla was already quivering with humiliation, but there was no respite for her... moments later, The Doctor was prying her buttocks apart and lubing her asshole with a cool dollop of KY jelly. “Deep breath, honey,” she instructed the shivering student, taking a moment to shake the thermometer down before once again prying her buttocks apart and slowly inserting it into her quivering butt-hole.

     Kayla made a muffled noise, laying flat on her tummy and burying her face in her hands, the sensation of a cool, class tube protruding from between her rounded cheeks filling her with a myriad of conflicting emotions, humiliation warring with a strange and slightly alarming arousal.

     “That’s my girl,” The Doctor said soothingly,  stroking the student’s silky hair with one hand, gently twirling the cold glass of the thermometer in her asshole, slowly, first to one side, then to the other, smirking, watching Kayla twitch and groan involuntarily in response.

     “Yes,” Dr. Waxler said, her voice low and husky. “That’s my girl. You can count on me to examine you thoroughly to find out what’s wrong so I can make you all better.”  

     Kayla gripped the table and forced herself to lay still. She felt her neither-regions going moist and was utterly horrified to discover that she was actually enjoying this shameful invasion of her privacy... this assault on her adulthood! She was 20, a grown woman... much too old to be submitting to this infantile treatment. She knew she should have been outraged, maybe even struggling... but the truth was, there was a large part of her that relished the embarrassment of it... and loved submitting to the sexy Doctor’s authority.

     Dr. Waxler checked her watch with a satisfied smile, tugging the thermometer out a ways before plunging it home again, savouring the way the girl shuddered and twitched, her feet fluttering in the air behind her. If she was enjoying this, the doctor wondered how she would react to the rest of what she had planned for the afternoon.