Babe Academy Chapter Seventeen (Patreon)

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The uppermost floor of the detention center contained two offices, one for each Headmistress: Ms. Hunter and Dr. Waxler. These ‘offices’ were really more like apartments, fully furnished with kitchens and bedrooms... perfect for the two women to continue their ‘studies’ on the helplessly regressed students. Each weekend, both women would largely sequester themselves in these rooms with sometimes two or three of their little regressed darlings for a couple of days of ‘study.’

    This weekend was no exception. With the haplessly regressed, baby-brained former teacher, Holly Brewer, in her care, the Doctor was testing some of the more interesting behavioral modifications she’d hypnotically implanted into the drooling, diapered beauty. Locked into her high-chair, Holly obediently opened her mouth to receive spoonfuls of a new formula of the high fiber oat meal Dr. Waxler had been developing in her spare time. Designed to expand heavily as it soaked up liquid, it was highly filling and had the amusing side effect of forcing gas out of the body as it grew, causing Holly to belch and fart loudly at random as she ate.

     “Here we go,” the Doctor said, spooning up a huge dollop of mush on her oversized spoon and pushing it into Holly’s waiting mouth. Both the spoon and the portion were much too large for her dainty mouth, resulting in much of it getting smeared on her lips and dripping down her chin. She was nude but for her puffy white diaper, a pair of fuzzy blue booties to keep her feet warm, and a bib that barely covered her perky pink nipples. Her blonde hair had been banded up in pig tails, looking every inch the Adult Baby she’d been transformed into.

     It also gave the Doctor the opportunity to test out another new hypnotic trigger-- while activated, the more Holly’s bowels were stimulated, the more aroused she grew. Holly would find herself becoming increasingly horny, which in turn would further stimulate her bowels, thus locking the subject into a feedback loop of messing and arousal until the trigger was spoken again. It was a pet project Dr. Waxler had been working on for some time, and she was curious to test its effects on Big Baby Holly.

     To that end, she’d dressed in a skirt, blouse, and jacket combination that looked very professional... at least at first glance. It was only upon closer inspection that you noticed her top was unbuttoned to strategically display her sexy cleavage, or that her hemline revealed just a bit too much sexy, nylon-covered leg, or that the combination of her too-high heels and too-tight skirt emphasized the way her rounded, well-toned ass stuck out alluringly behind her, each cheek and the cleft between well-defined through the fabric.

     Fastened securely into her high chair, Holly gazed at Dr. Waxler lustily, obediently chewing and swallowing, even though she was beginning to feel quite full. Her tummy was gurgling and growling quite aggressively now, and she was belching and farting every few minutes, with the Doctor laughing and commenting each time. It was embarrassing, but somehow the doctor’s teasing just made her even hornier.

     “Here comes the choo-choo train!” the doctor said sweetly, spooning up another portion of oatmeal. She bent in close as she brought it up to Holly’s lips, pretending she didn’t notice the way it showed off her tits, nor the way that Holly stared at them as she opened her mouth to dutifully accept as much of the mush as she could, her eyes fixating on the sexy orbs as she swallowed, fantasizing about sucking on them, her pussy getting moist. Inside, her tummy burbled, the oatmeal expanding in her gut, gasses shifting, her bowels beginning to quiver as they grew full.

     A dull cramping sound preceded a huge fart, the loud, multi-toned bubbling barely muffled by the seat of her thick diaper. Dr. Waxler chuckled and fanned her nose teasingly.

     “Getting full, are we sweetheart?” She said, loading up the spoon and pushing another heaping portion of oatmeal between Holly’s lips, smiling when she noticed how enthralled the oversized baby was by the sight of her breasts...

     “What a messy baby,” The Doctor said in husky, sexy tones. “Let’s get you cleaned up a bit.”

     Setting the bowl on the tray, the doctor strutted slowly across the apartment and into the kitchen, her hips swaying with mechanical precision. In the highchair, Holly stared at Dr. Waxler’s butt swaying alluringly across the apartment, her diminished mind filled with steamy hot fantasies, imagining all the naughty things the powerful woman could do to her.

     The Doctor bent over to pick up the cloth, careful to stick her beautifully sculpted ass out provocatively towards the trussed up, squirming Baby Woman. The sight had the horny and regressed Holly squirming and quivering lustily in her high chair, even as her bowels were roaring to new life, cramps squeezing out another loud fart.

     She blushed, still possessing just enough of her previous identity to know she should stifle her gas in front of others, but unable to do anything about it through the infantile fog that clouded her mind. She could feel her desperation growing in tandem with her arousal, the urge to mess growing more insistent the hornier she got, and she struggled to control her weakened sphincter as best she could, not wanting to further embarrass herself in front of the doctor.

     After cleaning Holly’s lips and chin (poorly) she returned to feeding her subject the remainder of the oatmeal, expertly teasing the former teacher with glimpses of her tits and ass, stoking her arousal. Holly, for her part, found herself in a curious state, her arousal building to a fever pitch, even as her urge to defecate grew ever stronger, pushing her reduced continence to the limit. Squirming in her high chair, Holly fought a losing battle against her weakened sphincter, a battle she instinctively knew she couldn’t win. The thought of passing gas, let alone shitting herself in front of the gorgeous doctor was both paralyzingly humiliating and strangely arousing.

     “What a good girl!” Doctor Waxler praised her once the bowl had been finished off. “All gone!” She said, showing Holly the bottom of the bowl that minutes ago had been heaped with yummy oatmeal.

     In response, Holly groaned and belched loudly. Her tummy was absolutely stuffed, and inside, her guts were grumbling and gurgling in response to some very odd movement inside... the fullness in her colon was increasing by the moment, the urge to move her bowels becoming more insistent, and her little pink anus was quivering, struggling to keep it all inside in spite of the futility. She gazed into the Doctor’s stunning smile, her pussy throbbing and moist. The tray was removed and set aside, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

     “In fact,” the doctor said, her voice husky and seductive as she slipped her jacket off and tossed it aside, “I think you deserve a little treat.”

     With her hips swaying seductively, the doctor began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, one at a time, pulling it open and shrugging it off onto the floor, revealing her huge, milky tits barely contained within a lacy black bra. In her highchair, Holly watched intently, drooling, her lust written all over her face. In her diaper, her pussy was throbbing, and the former teacher would have definitely reached down to rub herself through the front of her diaper if Doctor Waxler hadn’t lashed her wrists to the armrests. A sudden cramp caused her to pass gas rudely-- Holly gasped and clenched her buttocks, blushing when she realized she wouldn’t be able to control her bowels much longer.

     “Do you like what you see?” Dr. Waxler asked, her voice low and dripping with honey, hips swaying in slow time to a beat only she could hear. Her big heavy tits, barely constrained within her sexy black bra, shook gently in time with her movement. In the highchair, the former Ms. Holly Brewer and current Adult Baby Holly watched The Doctor’s striptease with unblinking eyes, a line of drool running down her chin, her pussy throbbing and wet. Only the rapidly building pressure in her colon was preventing her from fully enjoying herself, and occasionally she would embarrass herself by ripping a huge fart in her thick diapers.

     But the Doctor would simply chuckle as Holly blushed, running her hands over her flat tummy and down her sides, unzipping her tight skirt and turning around, allowing the squirming babe in the high-chair a good view of her backside when she slowly tugged the skirt down. Holly’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the seat of the Doctor’s skimpy black panties consisted of a strand of fabric no thicker than a strand of floss passing between her perfectly sculpted buttocks. The sheer stockings clung to her legs, accentuating their womanly shapeliness.

     Glancing over her shoulder, Dr. Waxler shot Holly a wink that simultaneously caused her pussy to tingle and her stomach to cramp. With a helpless grunt, she ripped a massive fart that definitely wasn’t all gas. The sensation of slick moisture between her butt-cheeks made her blush and squirm, and the pervasive rumbling in her tummy was clearly signaling that a major bowel movement was impending... but all Holly could do was sit in the high chair and stare at The Doctor, drinking in her womanly loveliness. The ex-teacher nearly convulsed in her seat when Dr. Waxler slowly reached back and unhooked her bra, allowing it to flop to the floor before slowly turning to face the helpless adult baby once more.