Babe Academy Chapter Twenty Five (Patreon)

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The Headmistress sighed, tossing her beautiful golden locks and glancing around the room with satisfaction. It was the weekend, and she was indulging in her usual way: relaxing in her luxurious private quarters, nude but for a silken robe loosely knotted around her gorgeous body, barely containing her sexy curves as she reclined on her plush bed, surrounded by a group of gorgeous Adult Baby Bimbos, each one ready and willing to cater to her every whim.

There was Big Baby Candy, of course... she hardly went anywhere without her Mommy anymore, usually wearing a leather harness attached to a long pink leash. Her mind largely reduced to a pile of infantile mush, she required constant care and attention, and her devotion to her Mommy-Goddess was almost slavish. She was accompanied by Ms. Hunter’s six ‘special students’, her favourites among the mentally regressed pupals of Babe Academy, who had become an adoring entourage, spending their spare time following The Headmistress around like lovesick puppies.

They all spread out on the King sized mattress, each one dressed in her most babyish outfit, indulging in the headmistress’ new favourite hobby: she and Doctor Waxler had kept recordings of the regression sessions, and the results were often quite amusing... and highly stimulating. Ms. Hunter got an especially sadistic thrill from forcing her ‘special’ students to watch their own regressions, often with highly embarrassing results.

“Watch this, Megan,” Ms. Hunter urged, gesturing towards the screen. “This is my favourite part-- your first diaper change!”

On the bed in a cute little party dress with a matching bonnet, Megan watched the screen, her cute little blush slowly going from red to scarlet to crimson as the recording grew more embarrassing. It wasn’t just the humiliation of seeing herself stripped of her adulthood in such an explicit and demeaning way... The sight of the beautiful headmistress and the equally gorgeous Dr. Waxler stripping her nude and powdering her naked bum in preparation of a diaper, the first she’d worn since childhood, filled her with a shameful, tickling arousal that built alongside her embarrassment. Her ears burned as the other girls giggled, and part of her wanted to rush over as quick as she could and turn off the TV... but as her pussy grew wetter with each passing moment, she knew she wouldn’t, couldn’t, do that.

Some of the other girls were already subtly rubbing themselves through the front of the thick diapers, or trying to discreetly hump the mattress as they watched.

On the screen, they finished taping her into a diaper. For a long moment, the Headmistress and the Doctor gazed down at Megan adoringly, lightly running their fingers across her bare flesh, grinning when she squirmed and twitched in response, her thick, puffy diaper crinkling beneath her bottom.

“Here we go... watch carefully,” Ms. Hunter said, grinning, her pussy sopping wet in anticipation. She watched hungrily, wondering which of the girls she would order to pleasure her once her arousal had reached it’s peek.

Out of nowhere, an explosively wet farting sound emerged from the TV. The Adult Baby Bimbos tittered among themselves, watching Megan’s diaper suddenly bulge and turn brown on the screen as she unexpectedly loaded it with a huge, gooey mess. The audience on the bed oohed and aawed, riveted to the screen. Poor Megan, at the height of her embarrassment, could no longer resist her urges... she reached down and began furiously rubbing her pussy through the front of her pampers.

Ms. Hunter chuckled to herself, and was about to order one of the girls to take up a position between her legs when the phone rang.

Sighing in frustration, Elle Hunter reached over and answered.

“Yes?” she said, unable to keep an edge of annoyance from her voice.

“It’s me,” the Doctor said soberly from the other end. “We’ve got a problem.”

“Inspector?” Ms. Hunter demanded when she saw the Doctor waiting for her in the hall outside her quarters. “Why weren’t we notified!?”

“‘Surprise inspection,’ she said,” Dr. Waxler told her calmly.

“What the hell does she want?” The Headmistress barked, irritable after having her fun disrupted.

“She says she’s interested in our... methods,” the Doctor said.

“So what are our options?” Ms. Hunter said, an edge of hysteria creeping into her voice. A hint of a smile touched Waxler’s lips.

“Not to worry. My contacts have assured me she’s on her own on this one. They’re going to intercept any messages she sends. Nobody’s going to know she’s here.”

“You hope,” The Headmistress snorted derisively... but the situation was beginning to sound more manageable. “What do we do?”

Dr Waxler smiled coolly. “Just follow my lead.”

“Kimberly Murphy,” the inspector said, extending a hand towards each of them in turn. The Headmistress introduced herself, studying the woman in front of them intently. Kimberly Murphy was trim and fit, and although she wore her dark hair back in a bun and sported a pair of professional looking glasses and a conservative pantsuit in an attempt to look older, Ms. Hunter could tell she was probably only about 25 at most.

After the introductions, the inspector took a seat from the headmistress on the other side of her large mahogany desk. Dr. Waxler stood behind The Headmistress’ black leather chair, overseeing the proceedings, her face enigmatic.

“What can we do for you, Ms. Murphy?” The Headmistress said, trying to sound firm.

“I’m here to take a look at these new additions you’ve recently made to the school... for example, this ‘Detention Centre’ you built last year... our records are incomplete. They make no mention of the methods employed or the facilities within.”

“Really? What a strange oversight,” Doctor Waxler said casually.

“I’ve also noticed some strange requisitions since you took over, Headmistress Hunter,” Kimberly said, her voice carrying an accusatory edge. “For example: why does a college where 100% of the students are over the age of 18 require large, weekly shipments of adult diapers?”

“Well...” Ms. Hunter began, feeling the pressure.

“The truth is,” The Doctor interjected casually. “These girls suffer from a variety of, shall we say, personal issues, that make the use of protective undergarments necessary. Obviously, we like to keep this discreet for the benefit of our students and their families. We offer various therapies and treatments in an attempt to get them into panties before they leave our school-- but mostly, what we provide is a place where they can be among other girls like themselves, where they can relax, be themselves, and feel normal for a while.”

Ms. Murphy listened quietly. Once the doctor had finished, she took a moment before raising her eyebrow and favouring the headmistress and doctor with a sardonic smile.

“Cut the crap,” she said, a trace of amusement in her voice.

The statement hung in the air for a long moment before the Doctor finally responded. “I beg your pardon?”

“Let’s lay the cards on the table, ladies. I know who you are. Both of you. You might say I’ve followed your careers. I know all about you and what you do. I know about the operation you two ran in the mental hospital in Argentina, I know about what you did to those political dissidents in China, and I know about that fiasco in the women’s prison in Bulgaria. And I know what you’re up to here.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the headmistress said, a slight quiver in her voice as she listened to this woman rattle off just a few of her exploits with the doctor. “Clearly, you’ve got us confused with...”

Dr. Waxler silenced her with a hand on her shoulder. They’d obviously been caught; she just hoped she’d read the situation correctly. “What is it that you want from us, Ms. Murphy?”

Ms. Murphy favoured them with a sinister smile. “I want in.”