Babe Academy Chapter Ten (Patreon)

We've got a bunch of stuff coming in the last half of December: on top of all our regular story updates, our new art series with Trap Diapers is ready to start going up early next week! Rwedgie also informs me he's going to have a couple of new previews for us before Christmas, with the first comic to follow soon after. Once again, thanks for all your patience.

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Several weeks later:

     “What’s going on now?” Trish said to no one in particular, folding her arms under her breasts and trying to get comfortable in the auditorium.

     Morale at Babe Academy was at an all time low. The cat fighting, cutting classes, sunbathing, and general party atmosphere had been all but stamped out by the dynamic duo of Headmistress Hunter and Dr. Waxler. Any and all behavioural infractions were punished swiftly and usually with maximum embarrassment-- and more students were being sentenced to the detention centre every day. Rumours were flying about what went on in there, but no one seemed to know anything for sure. Whatever it was, none of the authorities, from the Headmistress and Dr. Waxler on down, were talking.

     This hadn’t gone unnoticed by the two women... but they were prepared. The first residents of the detention centre had been processed, and were ready to be reintroduced into their former classes. Of course, they had been fully re-trained to meet the Doctor and Headmistress’ specifications, and bore little resemblance to the girls they had been when they entered the program... but by the time the remaining students figured out what had happened, it would be too late for all of them.

     “I think they’re making some kind of announcement about the detention centre,” Rebecca said, also shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Breakfast had finished about 15 minutes prior, and like clockwork, her guts were beginning to give her grief. She only hoped that performance wasn’t going to take too long-- she knew she’d have to take a dump before long, and these days, holding it in all the way to the toilet wasn’t the surefire bet it used to be.

     ‘Accidents’ of both the wet and messy variety were getting more and more common, and incidents of bedwetting were on the rise, and it had recently been announce that any girl who wet the bed would be put on probation, and be expected to wear diapers at night until they could stay dry for two weeks. Every night, there was a line of sexy, shame faced adult schoolgirls lined up outside the Doctor’s office, waiting to get their pert little tushies powdered and diapered for the evening... and if anyone had acually gone two weeks dry and been released from their padded prison, neither Trish or Rebecca had heard about it.

     A hush fell over the auditorium when Ms. Hunter climbed to the podium, beautiful, powerful, her big beautiful tits looking barely constrained by her finely tailored suit. She regarded the students with her usual superior smirk, seemingly glowing with confidence. Little did they know that just minutes before, she’d been breastfeeding a pair of gorgeous adult baby girls simultaneously, smirking condescendingly when they wet and messed their diapers in her lap in tandem. She’d opted against changing them right away, and the thought of them stewing their dirty diapers until she finished the assembly was making her all hot and steamy.

     “Ladies, I’ll come straight to the point-- I know a number of you have been skeptical of our disciplinary methods. Furthermore, many of you have expressed concern about your little friends who’ve been placed into our special detention program. Now don’t try to deny it girls... I’ve heard some of the positively ridiculous rumours that have been circulating among you.

     “Well, I’m happy to report that some of your friends have completed the discipline program and, as of this morning, will be rejoining you in your classes! OK girls,” she said, turning to the curtain, “you can come out now!”

    A group of about ten girls, including Lucy, Tiffany, Susan and Kayla, shuffled out on stage. Trish watched them suspiciously. At first look, they seemed alright... but there was something about their body language, the somewhat anxious look on their faces, not to mention the way they would glance blushingly at the headmistress before glancing downward at their shoes that made her narrow her eyes in thought. Each girl had a piece of pink ribbon pinned to the front of her uniform, none of them wore make-up, and some even had their hair pinned up in pig-tails, making them look younger than they really were.

     “They haven’t had all their privileges returned to them yet,” Ms. Hunter said, not entirely keeping the relish out of her voice, “and some of their new behaviours may seem strange to you, but I expect you all to show them the support and understanding they need-- in fact, from this point on, I’d like you to regard any student wearing a pink ribbon as your own little sisters, and to assist them where necessary.

     “I’m going to be blunt girls-- any student caught teasing or bullying one of our pink ribboned little sisters will face severe punishment-- is that clear, ladies?”

     A general murmur of reluctant consent rippled through the audience. Trish studied her friends onstage, frowning. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something very strange about their demeanour... something she found very unsettling.

     The remainder of the assembly was dedicated to lectures about their behaviour and general hygiene, with the Headmistress revealing that they would be stepping up on-the-spot panty inspections: “it seems some of you girls have a great deal of difficulty keeping your bottoms clean,” she said with a condescending smile, making the students squirm in embarrassment. At last they were dismissed.

“Hi Lucy,” Trish said, approaching her friend in the hall after the assembly. “Long time no see.”

     Trish frowned, the change in her friend now obvious-- the formerly vibrant, outgoing Lucy smiled shyly and looked at the floor, shuffling her feet like a child. As she moved, Trish could clearly hear a plastic crinkle emanating from beneath her skirt. A quick glance revealed the bulkiness that confirmed her suspicions... Lucy was wearing diapers.

     “Hi, Trish,” she said quietly, with a slight lisp Trish had never noticed before. She tried to hide her concern, but it was obvious her friend had undergone some major changes during her time in the detention centre.

     “How-- how was it?” Trish asked quietly, not wanting to press the issue, but also eager to find out what they’d done to her friend.

     To her surprise, Lucy responded with a blissful grin. “It was wonderful,” she said, her voice dreamy. “I got to spend so much time with Ms. Hunter and Dr. Waxler.”

     Trish was about to ask her friend to elaborate when Rebecca approached them from behind. Lucy’s skirt had ridden up a bit at the back, revealing the bulky pink pamper beneath. The sight of the cute pink diapers made her giggle, and she couldn’t help reaching out to give Lucy’s plushly padded posterior a pat.

     “Hey Lucy... What’s with the diapers?” Rebecca asked her friend in a lightly teasing voice (diapers being a common enough sight around the school these days.)

     Lucy turned and gazed at her with wide, wounded eyes. Rebecca could only stammer helplessly as she watched them fill with tears that soon began trailing down Lucy’s face in fat rivulets. She screwed up her face, and in moments she was sobbing like a two year old. Moments later, the sobs had turned to loud, heaving wails, drawing the attention of everyone in the immediate area.

     “Hey,” Rebecca whispered urgently, checking around for teachers. “Cool it! Do you want to get me in trouble, you little crybaby?”

     The insult just made Lucy cry even harder, drawing the attention of none other than the Headmistress herself.

     “What’s the meaning of this?” Ms Hunter demanded sternly, the students quaking in fear before her powerful beauty... except for Lucy, who ran into her arms without hesitation, pressing her face against the woman’s bosom and sobbing like a four year old crying to mommy.

     “Ma-ma! >Sob< She made fun of my ddddiiiiaperrrr!” Lucy wailed, bursting into heaving sobs.

     Rebecca stammered, attempting to protest her innocence when Ms. Hunter’s burning gaze fell upon her, freezing her words in her throat. “Is this true?” The Headmistress demanded, her stern voice filling Rebecca with fear.

     “I-I-I...” the girl stammered in response, pinned in place by the furious stare of the Headmistress.

     “I warned you girls,” Ms. Hunter said, untangling herself from the sobbing Lucy and grabbing Rebecca by the wrist, dragging her down the hall towards her office. “You’re coming with me, young woman, and I’m going to show you what happens when you disobey me!”