Babe Academy Chapter Sixteen (Patreon)

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“Now that,” Headmistress Hunter said with a playful smirk, regarding the half-naked Holly Brewer as she squirmed on her back atop the changing table, “is one soaking wet pussy.”

     “Poor little thing,” Dr Waxler cooed sympathetically, reaching out to stroke Holly’s privates tenderly. “Looks like she wasn’t ready for big girl pants yet.”

     “Looks like she’s going to have to go back to diapers for a while,” Ms. Hunter said, producing a big, thick, adult sized pamper from the shelf under the table. From behind her pacifier, Holly looked on with wide, horrified eyes, shaking her head, trying to deny the reality of the situation.

     But The Doctor and The Headmistress wouldn’t be deterred, and they advanced on the blushing former teacher, Ms. Hunter pushing her down onto her back and holding her in place while Dr. Waxler took her by the ankles and lifted her legs, slipping the diaper beneath her wriggling hiney.

     Holly shook her head from side to side, trying to deny this horrible reality, her mind spinning to find some rational explanation: it had to be some sort of dream-- an expression of her inner turmoil and stress from her new job, manifesting in this weird vision of her boss and fellow employer as aggressive, smothering mother-figures. As Dr. Waxler wiped her down with a sweet smelling baby wipe, Holly vowed to never eat ice cream before bed again!

     But the more she urged herself to awaken, squeezing her fists so tightly her fingernails nearly broke the skin on her palms, the less likely it seemed that any of this was a dream. Holly was forced to watch, powerless, as Dr. Waxler used the cool, wet cloth to wipe down her privates.

     She gasped and squirmed, murmuring uncomfortably when the cool cloth made contact with her warm flesh, but Ms. Hunter was there to gently but firmly hold her in place, making sure she remained still on the soft table and keeping her thighs apart. The former teacher groaned and fussed, wriggling pitifully on her back, the cool cloth wiping her pissy pussy clean. When the job was finished, Ms Hunter took her ankles and lifted her legs, exposing Holly’s pleasantly plump bottom, also soaked with pee. With a wicked smile, The Doctor snatched a fresh baby wiped from the container and reached out slowly towards her quivering bottom.

     “Hold still, darling,” she said, chuckling when Holly hissed and giggled when the cold cloth made contact with her warm flesh. Behind her pacifier, the ex-teacher mewed and whined her displeasure, but she was powerless to stop the Doctor from cleaning off first one cheek, then the other, before passing a fresh one right up the cleft between her buttocks, tickling the delicate crinkle of her anus as she passed. Holly groaned in embarrassment... but she had to admit, it did feel better to get clean.

     “That’s a good girl,” Dr. Waxler said, grinning as she watched Ms. Hunter slip a pamper under Holly’s wiggling bottom, kissing her softly on the cheek and forehead. Holly’s heart thudded heavily in her chest when she felt her bum settled onto the plushy seat of the diaper. The scent of powder filled the room, and Holly felt the sweet-smelling dust raining down onto her loins.

     Whimpering, she felt the material stretched up between her thighs, pressed tightly against her pussy before it was taped up firmly around her waist. Holly fought back tears as the two sexy antagonists reached out to adjust and tuck in any excess plastic, until it looked like she was sporting a real, extra-large pamper. They helped her to her feet, and Holly glanced over and saw herself in a nearby mirror. Above the waist, she still wore her professional blouse and jacket, looking every inch the grown-up she’d seemed to be ever since she arrived at Babe Academy.

     But below the waist was a whole different story-- the diaper was puffy and white, the brightly coloured cartoon characters capering across the front an infantile detail designed to make the wearer cringe with infantile embarrassment. Thick and cushy, it bunched up awkwardly between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and forcing her to waddle. Behind her, her plushly padded posterior swelled comedicly, bulging out prominently from under her jacket and shirt, leaving absolutely no doubt to anyone who glanced that she was heavily diapered. The pink pacifier gripped tightly between her lips completed the picture-- Holly looked like a parody of her former self, like a toddler playing a dress-up version of herself-- and not doing a very good job of it.

      The sight filled the young teacher with burning, dizzying mortification, and her eyes were brimming with tears before she knew it.  

     “Awwww,” Ms. Hunter cooed softly, pulling the sobbing Holly into a warm hug. “There there, darling... come away from there,” she said, taking her by the hand and leading her over to the nearby wardrobe. “Let’s get these stuffy things off of you,” she said, removing Holly’s jacket and discarding it, “and get you into something more comfortable.”

     Holly let out a dramatic moan and stamped her feet like a tantrum throwing two year old, but still meekly allowed the Doctor and the Headmistress to tug off her jacket and unbutton her blouse, followed by her bra, stripping them off her willowy body and placing them on the table-- their next stop would be the incinerator.

     Half-naked and squirming, Holly glared at them from behind her pacifier, the diaper between her legs crinkling noisily with every move she made. Frowning, she watched them open the wardrobe on the far side of the room, cackling to each other like witches as they picked through the contents, selecting the perfect outfit to reflect her dramatic change in status.  

     Before she knew it, they had pounced on her, tugging a soft yellow t-shirt over her head and helping her thread her arms reluctantly through the sleeves. At the prompting of the headmistress, she lifted her feet, one after the other, and stepped into a pair of pink shorty-pant overalls, which were snapped in place over her shoulders. The outfit was adorably infantile, but tight enough in all the right places to show off her womanly figure. It was also tight around her waist, accentuating the bulge of her pampers, leaving no doubt that she was hugely diapered beneath.

      Red faced, squirming, her pampers rustling softly in her pants with every little move she made, she glared at her tormentors from behind her pacifier. In return, she received only hungrily approving looks and smug grins from the headmistress and doctor, proud of their handiwork. Another beautiful, adult woman successfully regressed... after they removed every trace of her old life and cooked up a false paper trail for her, it would be like Holly’s old, adult self had never existed.

     “Well, aren’t you just ADORABLE?!” Ms. Hunter said, reaching out to pinch Holly’s cheek like a condescending auntie. “I could just EAT YOU UP!” she added, tickling the former teacher under the chin aggressively.

     “Why don’t you twirl around, sweetie, so we can have a good look at you?” The Doctor suggested, looking on in amusement as Holly reluctantly complied, slowly turning in place to give the women a good look at her outfit. She was furious at their violation of her identity, their subversion of her self-image... but for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to resist.

     “I guess there’s just one last thing to do,” The headmistress said, taking Holly by the hand and leading her over to the special chair in the corner of the room. Soon, Holly found herself strapped in, a very familiar headset placed upon her, followed by earphones. Behind the VR visor, lights flickered, colours swirled, lulling her into a hypnotic state so her mind could be re-written from the ground up.

     The Doctor and The Headmistress looked on, watching the process with sinister smiles. Ms. Hunter in particular watched the process with perverse delight-- she’d found herself increasingly fixating on the re-programming process itself in her fantasies-- the idea of bending the minds, the wills, the very identities of these gorgeous young women to her whims was taking up more and more space in her fantasies. It was the ultimate form of domination, and more and more she found herself wondering what it was like having your mind erased and replaced with a more infantile copy...

     And in the background, The Doctor looked upon both Holly and the Headmistress with a smile...