Babe Academy Chapter Fifteen (Patreon)

As I promised, the next installment of Regression Crisis will be arriving at the end of this week, so keep an eye out for it!

I hope you and your loved ones all still doing well. Hang tough, everyone... we're going to get through this.

“Tea, my dear?”

     Lost in thought, Ms. Brewer hadn’t noticed the headmistress and the Doctor enter. “Oh... Thank you,” she said, gratefully accepting the dainty cup filled with dark, steaming liquid. It was made with cream and two sugars, just the way she liked it. Holly sipped it gratefully, taking a second mouthful when she realized how good it tasted. She figured she was going to need the boost from the caffeine for what was to come next-- quitting a job was never pleasant.

     “Ms. Hunter has explained the situation to me,” Dr. Waxler assured her. “I’m sorry to hear you take issue with our methods.”

     “Well,” Holly said, taking a long sip from her cup, “to be honest doctor, having first-hand experience with the results of your work, I’m not sure I see the value in what you’re doing here.”

     “Oh really?” The Doctor chuckled, keenly watching Ms. Brewer downing her tea.

     “I mean no offence,” Holly said truthfully. “It’s just that I’m not sure I’m... qualified... to do the things you want me to do.”

     “Such as?” Dr. Waxler asked, raising an eyebrow sardonically.

     “Well, I mean-- changing diapers, for one thing!” the young teacher said, crinkling her nose distastefully. “For a girl her age-- I mean... I sure I don’t need to tell you how awful and messy a grown girl’s diaper can be!”

     “I see... and you feel that you’re in some way... above these duties, do you?” Dr. Waxler asked, attempting to keep her voice as neutral as possible.

     “Well,” Holly stammered, beginning to regret not simply tendering her resignation, “I mean... I’m a teacher, not a nanny. Changing diapers just isn’t what I was trained for,” she explained, nervously sipping her tea under The Doctor’s cool gaze. She was beginning to feel warm, a small trickle of sweat running down the back of her neck.

     “I’m sorry you see it that way.” Sitting back in her seat, Dr. Waxler tented her fingers and gazed lazily into Ms. Brewer’s eyes, already spotting the signs of the drugs in the tea beginning to go to work. “I happen to think the work we’re doing here represents the way of the future... someday very soon, all institutions of this nature will operate according to the principals we’re establishing here right now.”

     “HA!” Holly startled herself by barking a sharp laugh. “By turnin’ the students into giant toddlers?”

     She startled herself with her rude comment, but could only giggle with amusement. Part of her was alarmed by her bratty, immature behaviour... she couldn’t understand what had come over her. “Er.. excuse me, Doctor,” she said, forcing an artificial chuckle. “I... I’m not sure what came over me...”

     “Hmph... sounds like your ‘training’ didn’t extend to simple self discipline either... did it, Ms. Brewer?” The Doctor asked pointedly, gazing her over with a predatory smile.

     Holly forced another nervous chuckle, but the fact was, she was beginning to feel uncomfortable... in more ways than one. Not only were the doctor’s mocking, accusing looks and tones beginning to make her feel persecuted, a funny, tingling, almost feverish warmth had descended over her body... almost before she knew it, she was getting flushed, with tiny beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead. She reached up without thinking and wiped it off with the back of her hand, reeling in her seat.

     She didn’t seem to notice the two women watching her closely, sly, sensual smiles growing wider the more dizzy and feverish she behaved. Both of them were eagerly anticipating the transformation of their former colleague into a docile adult baby... the Headmistress in particular feeling a tingling arousal at the thought of her loss of status-- of seeing the pompous Holly Brewer reduced to what was so appalling and horrifying to her.

     The Doctor, as usual, kept her emotions in strict control... but she couldn’t help playing with her new toy a bit. “Oh dear... Ms. Brewer, you seem to have a bit of drool on your chin,” she said, unable to keep the glee completely from her voice.

     Startled, Holly reached up to touch her face, blushing furiously when her fingers came away wet. “Oh my God,” she muttered, embarrassed, looking up into the faces of the two older women for help... and receiving only mocking smiles in return.

     “Awwww,” Ms. Hunter cooed faux sweet, “Looks like little Holly is having trouble staying dry.”

     “In more ways than one,” Dr. Waxler said, amused, gesturing towards Holly’s lower half.

     Holly glanced down and emitted a chagrined squawk when she saw a dark stain spreading across the crotch of her trousers. She was wetting her pants... pissing herself with absolutely no warning! Ms. Brewer lept to her feet, emitting a small shriek when her efforts to regain control proved utterly fruitless. She looked up into the faces of the Headmistress and the Doctor and found no sympathy... only cold amusement that seemed to grow in time with the piss-stain on the front of her pants.  

     “Seems our little miss Brewer is having a little trouble, wouldn’t you say, Doctor?”

     “I think she needs to think twice about criticizing someone else’s toilet training, Headmistress,” The Doctor said with a teasing grin, happy to rub it in.

     “I-- I-- I...” Holly stammered, shamefaced and blushing, the stream of hot pee finally trickling to a stop... but the damage had been done. The front of her pants were soaked, with large, shiny wet stains trailing down the front of both legs.

     Before she realized what was happening, the Headmistress and the Doctor were out of their seats and across the room. Soon they were standing on either side of her, each one gripping an arm gently, but firmly. Holly glanced at each of them nervously, but found herself held immobilized, powerless to do anything but blush and squirm as the two commanding beauties looked her over with their hungry eyes.

     “Oh dear... seems like someone’s had themselves a little accident,” Ms. Hunter said to Dr. Waxler.

     “I think you’re right, Headmistress,” The Doctor replied with no small amount of amusement. “These pants are soaked!”

     “You’re right, Doctor-- it looks like she could use a little assistance.”

     “I know she looked down her nose at it... but maybe she needs to be enrolled into the program.”

     “Now wait a minute-- uumph!” Holly’s meek protests were cut off by something being shoved between her lips. A quick, cross-eyed glance confirmed her fears-- a big pink pacifier had been crammed into her mouth, cutting off her protests. She gazed at them from behind her soother with wide, doe-like eyes, slowly realizing that she’d been trapped... and with the spreading weakness weighing down her limbs, it seemed she was completely under their power.

     “We’d better get her changed into something more appropriate... before she makes an even smellier mess!” Ms. Hunter said, patting the seat of Holly’s trousers for emphasis.

     “Nuh-uh!” Ms. Brewer protested emphatically, shaking her head from side to side in denial She might have wet herself... but there was no way she’d ever do anything that embarrassing!

     But there was no time to protest the point-- dazed and confused, the Headmistress and Doctor led her out of the study and back into the changing area.

     Holly found herself on her back on the very same table she’d just watched one of the students getting her diaper changed on only minutes ago, working the pacifier in and out of her mouth nervously. Feverish and dazed, she had grave reservations about her position, but could only squirm pathetically on her back as the headmistress and the doctor worked in a team to strip her of her pants, leaving her only in wet underwear that clung to her privates and buttocks uncomfortably.  

     With a low moan of protest, she squirmed in vain to stop them from removing her panties... but she could do little more than mew quietly as they were peeled off her body and drawn down her legs, leaving her bare and wet below the waist. Holly sucked the pacifier nervously, watching the two women buzzing around and gathering the supplies they would need.

     Then they simply stood on either side of her, looming over their former colleague and sharing a sinister smile with each other. Holly glanced from side to side nervously, blushing, praying that she could simply sink into the changing table and disappear from sight.

     But the best she could manage was squirming helplessly on her back, nude from the waist down, slurping anxiously on her pacifier as the Headmistress and the Doctor reached towards her with perfectly manicured fingers...