Babe Academy Chapter Fourteen (Patreon)

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Sitting across from Ms Hunter in the headmistress’ opulently decorated office, Holly Brewer was once again struck by the woman’s silent strength and confidence. Sipping her tea slowly, she gazed at the freshmen educator with steely blue eyes, and Holly couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous... as though she were one of the students, about to be scolded for her misdeeds. “So what seems to be the trouble, Holly?” Ms Hunter asked, and Holly was sure she could detect the merest hint of a smile... as though she were being indulged like a complaining child.

     “Well, um, Elle,” she said, uncomfortable using the woman’s first name, “As I mentioned on the phone, one of my newer students is becoming a major disruption in class...”

     “Yes, I’ve been looking at her file,” Ms. Hunter said, sipping her tea. “Recently returned from the detention center... one of our finest successes, as I recall.” She smiled warmly, remembering quite fondly the hours she spent with darling little Kayla while she underwent her reeducation, watching intently as the young woman’s accumulated intelligence, maturity and experience were slowly drained away over the course of several weeks, leaving a helpless, squirming Adult Baby Babe in her place.

     Holly raised her eyebrows, shocked to hear the Headmistress’ assessment. “Um... perhaps you’re thinking of a different student... This girl’s test scores are far below normal, she’s lagging way behind the other students... I mean, she can’t even control her bowels!”

     The Headmistress fixed Holly with a warm smile-- but there was something about her eyes that penetrated her right to her core, pinning her in place like a butterfly under glass. “Well, I’m sure you’re aware that many of our girls do have.... special needs,” she purred sensually. Ms. Brewer was feeling decidedly uncomfortable, but decided to press on.

     “I understand that,” Holly said, trying not to lose her patience, “but I’m not qualified to teach someone who’s so... special,” she finished lamely, looking to the cool, smirking headmistress for aid that wasn’t coming. “I also can’t help but notice that perfectly normal students seem to be coming out of the new detention centre acting, well... different.”

     The powerful blonde stared at the teacher from across her desk, her eyes cool and mocking. Holly could barely meet her gaze, squirming in her seat under the Headmistress’ stare like one of her own naughty students. “Perhaps,” the headmistress said, sipping her tea, “if you could see the work we do in the detention center with your own two eyes you could better appreciate it.”

     “Er... well, I don’t want to put anybody out,” Holly said quickly.

     But the Headmistress dismissed her with a wave of her hand, picking up her phone and quickly dialing. “Doctor? Would you mind meeting me down in the detention center? I’d like to arrange a little tour for Ms. Brewer.”

Holly stood back and watched Ms. Hunter slide her card through the magnetic lock. The heavy door unlocked with a loud clack, and the Headmistress held it open for the nervous teacher, who tried not to show her fear in the face of Ms. Hunter’s sinister smile.

     “After you my dear,” she said, her voice dripping with honey. Watching the younger woman hesitantly entering, she couldn’t resist the urge to usher her through with a couple of firm pats on her skirt-clad bottom.  

     “OOOOHH!!” Ms. Brewer squealed, giving a shocked little hop forward. “Ms. Hunter!” she uttered, shocked by the Headmistress’ conduct.

     But The Headmistress simply shut the heavy door behind her, the lock sliding back into place with an audible snap. “Come along, Holly,” she said breezily, taking her underling by the hand and leading her down the hall and through the door and into the main part of the detention center.

     What Holly saw had her gazing around, wide eyed and slack jawed.

     The young teacher found herself standing in the largest daycare she’d ever seen, easily the size of a large gymnasium, it’s floor covered in games and toys, it’s walls line with shelves, dressers, and wardrobes containing every possible baby care item and article of clothing you could possibly imagine. It had changing tables and televisions showing cartoons and baby shows... but none of this was the source of Holly’s incredulous amazement... it was the nursery’s residents that caught her attention as they crawled and cooed and played on the floor in their diapers, exactly as you would expect from happy, well cared for toddlers.

     But these girls weren’t two year olds... they were full grown women, a couple of dozen of them, and Ms. Brewer recognized many of them from her classes. The full horror of what she was seeing swept over her as she realized exactly what had been happening here all along.

     “What... what are you doing here?” She stammered, the overwhelming disgust she felt washing over her in a dizzying wave.

     “Come along,” Ms. Hunter said, leading her deeper into the nursery, “I think the doctor can explain better than I can.”

     She reluctantly followed the Headmistress into the nursery, tip toeing among the beautiful babbling Adult Babies, who played quietly with their toys or dozed quietly on thick quilts stretch out on the soft carpet. The clash between their gorgeous adult bodies and their perfectly sized baby outfits (including the diapers, thick crinkly disposables with bright cartoon patterns, looking exactly like adult sized pampers) was dizzying, and as she looked into their vacant, drooling faces, she began to wonder if she was dreaming all of this.

    But before she had time to ponder it further, they were moving through a set of doors near the back, and Holly was standing, slack jawed, watching Doctor Waxler perform a diaper change on a wriggling blonde student she hadn’t seen since the beginning of the semester-- Lucy, if she recalled correctly. The girl was nude from the waist down, chewing and slobbering absently on a plastic ring, legs splayed as widely as possible. Her naked pussy was on full display, making it easy for the doctor to dust it lightly with sweet-smelling powder.  

     “Good morning, Ms. Brewer,” the Doctor said, casually taking her squirming charge by the ankles and lifting her legs into the air, exposing her bare tushy to the room. “I hope you’re doing well,” she said, sprinkling powder over Lucy’s bare cheeks and patting it in lightly.

     “Um... same to you, doctor,” Holly said distractedly. She was sure she detected a note of mockery in the doctor’s voice... but she was too busy watching Lucy’s soft, smooth butt cheeks turn a pale white from the powder, her eye drawn to the dark brown crinkle of her anus.

     “Let me just finish up with this little cutie,” she said, tickling Lucy’s bare tummy and making her giggle as a fresh diaper was slipped under her rounded tushy.

     Moment’s later, Dr. Waxler had her tightly taped up in a new pamper and deposited into a crib for her afternoon nap.

     “Holly,” the headmistress said lightly, gesturing towards a nearby door, “would you mind waiting for us in the study? The Doctor and I have something to discuss first before we talk about your concerns.”

     “Um... sure,” Holly said, slowly making her way into the lavishly decorated study and reluctantly closing the door behind her. Dr. Waxler looked to Ms. Hunter and spoke in relaxed, but hushed tones.

     “So... what do you think?” The Doctor asked.

     “It doesn’t seem like she’s onboard with the agenda,” Ms. Hunter sighed ruefully.

     “Hmmm... shame,” Dr. Waxler said with genuine regret.

     “I suppose it was inevitable that our screening process would have a failure or two.”

     “So what’s our next move?”

     “You know that as well as I do, Doctor-- we can’t have her running around in the world talking about the things she’s seen here.”

     “Easy enough to make it look like she quit,” the Doctor said reasonably.

     “Easy enough to forge entry papers for a new student,” The Headmistress said, sharing an evil grin with her companion.

     They went to join their colleague.