Babe Academy Chapter Eight (Patreon)

A little late again with this one-- sorry everyone, I was busy with the holiday up here.

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“99.2,” Dr. Waxler announced, checking the thermometer and patting the exposed hillocks of Kayla’s  bare buttocks with the other hand. “Perfectly healthy for a girl your age. But there’s still the matter of those dirty panties of yours, young lady,” she said seriously, smiling when Kayla buried her pretty face into the padding below, groaning, wondering when her ordeal would be over... little suspecting that this was only the beginning.

     “OK, enough silliness, darling... turn over,” The Doctor commanded, patting her bare tushy again for encouragement. Kayla reluctantly complied, modestly tugging her skirt down over her privates... but Dr. Waxler simply flipped it back up again, exposing her smooth pink pussy to the room.

     “Stay still and behave,” The Doctor said seriously, crossing the room and taking a bottle from the fridge, nice and cool and filled to the brim with Dr. Waxler’s miracle elixir. Soon, poor Kayla’s libido would be kicking into overdrive... minutes before she was driven to distraction with diarrhea.

     She popped the nipple firmly into the girls mouth. “You hold onto that with both hands,” Dr. Waxler admonished firmly, stroking the girls cheek as she gazed up at her from behind the bottle, confused but cowed, at least for the moment. The Doctor watched her suckle for a second, grinning, before retrieving a diaper from under the changing table, along with the supplies.

     “Oh, come on!” Kayla cried, taking the nipple from her mouth. “I think this is going a little too far...”

     “Hush!” The Doctor commanded sharply, lifting Kayla’s ankles into the air with one hand and landing a swift spank on her wriggling bottom with the other, drawing a squeal from the squirming adult schoolgirl. “And get that bottle back in your mouth,” she insisted firmly, nodding with satisfaction when Kayla complied. Dr. Waxler slid the fat pamper under Kayla and lowered her until her backside made contact with the padding. The feeling of the soft, thick diaper against her tushy sent a jolt through the young woman, the sensation humiliating, yet somehow oddly familiar. She was filled with an embarrassing nostalgia, and found herself instinctively seeking comfort in her bottle.

     The Doctor took advantage of her submission, squirting baby oil onto the plump domes of her buttocks, rubbing it in slowly, taking her time to squeeze and massage Kayla’s buns, her smooth skin glistening in the light. A dusting of powder followed, which the doctor patted in firmly-- Kayla shivered, the Doctor’s powerful hand on her rump reminding her that the woman could very easily deliver a searing spanking. She sucked her bottle slowly, the sweet fluid filling her belly, praying she could escape the doctor’s office without a red butt under her skirt.

     Her legs were lowered, Kayla groaning when her freshly oiled and powdered bum made contact with the pillowy material of the diaper. The Doctor squirted a fat line of oil across her privates, rubbing it in slowly, softly, sensually. Kayla stifled a groan by chewing on the nipple of her bottle, determined not to give the doctor the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying any part of the treatment in any way.  

     But the Doctor just smiled knowingly.. she could feel the heat radiating out from the girl’s swollen pussy and see the moisture glistening beneath the delicate folds. She liberally powdered the girls crotch next, smiling as she patted it in firmly. Kayla did emit an involuntary groan of disappointment as the thick pamper was pulled up and fastened tightly around her waist, sealing her throbbing pussy away behind a thick layer of crinkly, colourfully decorated plastic.  

     Taking her by the hand, the Doctor pulled her into a sitting position on the table. Kayla stared down at her hyper-padded crotch, realizing there was no way she could possibly hide her new underwear under her skirt... little knowing that this wasn’t going to be a concern for her in the near future.

     “Upsy daisy,” The doctor cooed, slipping her hands under Kayla’s diapered bum and hoisting her into the air as easily as an actual baby, holding her against her hip and forcing the girl to wrap her legs around the doctor’s waist.

     It was only a few moments later that she found herself strapped into the Doctor’s padded chair, her struggles in vain, unable to stop Waxler from slipping the helmet over her head. “You just sit back and relax, babykins,” The Doctor said, fingers clacking on the keyboard. “Be a good girl for me... this will only take a few minutes. Then we can get you settled into the detention center,” she said, browsing through her menus and picking the specific type of regression she felt suited Kayla. Her intelligence would be reduced to approximately two years of age, her access to memories beyond her second birthday restricted. Her continence, of both bladder and bowel, would be similarly whittled down, her mobility reduced to crawling, her fine motor skills diminished to the level of a toddler.

     Of course, the Doctor was careful to insert both herself and the Headmistress into Kayla’s fantasies-- strong maternal figures to be both feared and lusted after. Like the rest of the new inductees, Kayla would have a profound psychosexual response to either Headmistress Hunter and Doctor Waxler, manifesting in the form of thumb sucking, drooling, a compulsion to masturbate, or a loss of bladder and possibly even bowel control at the sight of either woman.

     Smiling deviously, the Doctor activated the machine, watching the girls mouth drop open like she wanted to emit a sound... but she wasn’t sure what.  

     Twitching and shivering in her pampers, she strained against her bonds unconsciously. Though not painful, the process could be frightening and disorienting... at least, until the hypnosis began taking hold, inducing a state of calm and contentment. Soon, Kayla was drooling and cooing, her intellect shrinking like an ice cube in the hot sun, her personality totally re-written to the Doctor’s devious specifications... all designed to make her the perfect Adult Baby slave.

15 minutes later the headset clicked off, it’s program having come to a conclusion. Kayla sagged into the chair, exhausted. Carefully, Dr. Waxler slid the goggles off her head, grinning when Kayla’s pleasant but stupid face came into view. Newly emptied of all her adult thoughts and feelings, Kayla looked up at The Doctor expectantly, waiting for her to take charge. Staring up at the strong, beautiful doctor, a trickle of drool running down her chin, the girl shoved her thumb in her mouth and started sucking compulsively. The Doctor looked her squirming, diapered patient in the eye, smiling triumphantly when the girl spread her legs and pissed herself with a loud hiss, her diaper visibly darkening and colouring yellow.

     “Oh dear,” the Doctor said with a theatrical sigh, reaching out to unbutton the girl’s blouse and remove it, followed moments later by her bra. With her beautiful bare tits exposed to the room, Kayla blushingly allowed Dr. Waxler to remove her skirt, leaving her in nothing but a diaper.

     “Well,” The Doctor said, drinking in Kayla’s body hungrily, “I have got a pretty little baby on my hands, don’t I?” Reaching out, she took the girl by the chin gently and tilting her mouth into position for a smouldering kiss, the last few drops of pee remaining in the girl’s bladder squirting uncontrollably into her already soggy diapers. The Doctor’s serum was starting to go to work in her body, her pussy growing hot and moist. Entranced by the Doctor’s stern beauty, Kayla was only too happy to give herself over to the powerful woman’s authority.

     “As much as I would enjoy seeing you crawl around half naked,” the Doctor said, going over to the cupboard and selecting a purple onsie, “I suppose we do have to get you dressed, don’t we? Arms up,” she commanded, tugging the onsie over Kayla’s head and snapping it shut at the crotch.  

     “Now I know I said we’d be going down to the detention center,” Dr. Waxler said, scooping Kayla up into her powerful arms and holding her close, “but I think we’ve got some time to have a little fun first.”

     She settled into an overstuffed chair, sweet, adorable little Kayla squirming on her lap like a real baby. In the hands of this strong woman, the petite adult schoolgirl felt like a real baby sitting in mommy’s lap, her diapered bum crinkling under her with every move. The serum was active within her system now, the aphrodisiac making her pussy moist and her nipples hard under her fuzzy purple onsie. The doctor’s smile was predatory-- Kayla felt herself growing strangely nervous.

     “Aren’t you just the cutest?” she said, her voice as warm and sweet as honey. Gently propping up the girl’s head with her hand, Dr. Waxler pushed in for a hot, wet kiss. She was gratified when Kayla responded eagerly, even reaching up to cup the doctor’s breast. Her privates were on fire, her nipples erect and tingling, and she eagerly allowed the doctor to kiss her aggressively, her tongue pushing easily into the student’s tiny mouth.  

     The Doctor explored Kayla’s body with her free hand, kissing her passionately. Kayla groaned, her lust stoked to greater and greater heights, utterly at peace with the world-- except for the uncomfortable, gassy pressure that was beginning to build inside her well toned tummy...