Babe Academy Chapter Twenty Seven (Patreon)

Sorry I'm running a little behind on this one everyone, I'm breaking in a new computer. I do have some good news, though-- I'm working on another art project with TrapDiapers, and it's looking to debut this month (possibly even later this week or early next week.) Stay tuned for more details.

A few minutes later, Ms. Murphy heard a knock on the door.

“Enter!” she called regally.

Her order from the kitchen was brought up by one of the students, and Kim couldn’t help but smile when she heard the crinkle of the girl’s diaper under her pleated school skirt.

“Just set it on the table, sweetie,” Kimberly said from her spot on the bed as she idly stroked the squirming Big Baby April, who cooed and gurgled approvingly.

“Yes, ma’am,” the girl said submissively, crinkling her way across the apartment and setting the covered tray on the table at the center of the room. Kim watched approvingly, admiring the girl’s smooth, bare legs with every step. She couldn’t resist the urge to creep across the room, until she was standing right behind the girl, so close she could feel the warmth of her body. Leaning forward, she took a sniff, enjoying the scent of the girls shampoo.

With a gasp, the girl turned, finding herself face to face with Ms. Murphy’s predatory smile.

“You’re a little cutie,” Kim said, reaching out to stroke her soft blonde hair.

“T-t-thank you, ma’am,” the girl stammered nervously.

“How’s that DIAPER?” Kim purred, deliberately emphasizing the word to increase the girl’s embarrassed squirming. “Are you ready for a change yet?”

“Uuummm...” the girl hesitated, embarrassed at being called out for wearing pampers by a stranger.

Kim didn’t wait for an answer, instead hiking the girl’s skirt up with on hand, exposing a bulky disposable diaper lined with colourful cartoon characters. The girl gasped with embarrassed shock, but remained still while Kim reached out with the other hand and gave her crotch a squeeze. From her spot on the bed, Big Baby April propped her chin up on her hand and watched, enjoying her fellow student’s growing discomfort and embarrassment.

“Hmmm... feels dry,” Kim said, disappointed, even as she slipped her fingers through the legbands at the side to confirm. “What about back here? Are you hiding any messes?” she asked, a mockingly accusatory tone to her voice, not waiting for a response as she reached around and gave the girl’s diapered butt a squeeze.

The cute blonde gave an embarrassed squeak as Kim squeezed and patted her bulky rear end, the pamper crinkling beneath her fingers as she checked for poopy messes. “No... nothing back here either,” she said, visibly disappointed.

“Alright, young lady,” Kim sighed letting the skirt drop. “I guess you’re free to go,” she said, standing aside and letting the girl scurry past her, the diaper crinkling with every step. Ms. Murphy couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and give the girl’s bum a firm pat through the seat of her skirt as she went, making her squeak and redden with embarrassment as she rushed through the door and shut it behind her.

Ms. Murphy turned her attention back to April, who was smiling, her mouth and chin wet with drool, clearly enjoying the show. “Now, young lady,” Kim said, “I think it’s time for your din-din.”

Kim beamed gleefully as April obediently complied with her commands, passively watching as Ms. Murphy prepared the high chair, then meekly allowing herself to be picked up and placed into the chair. The tray was put in place, and Kim unveiled the dinner she’d ordered for her adult baby: a steaming bowl of the schools ‘special’ oatmeal with a big tub of beans on the side. The combination was guaranteed to lead to an explosive evening, with some dirty diaper changes-- exactly what the depraved Ms. Murphy was looking forward to.

“OK, my darling,” Kim baby talked, scooping up a mouthful of beans. “Open wide-- here comes the airplane!”

April opened up and accepted her food without any fuss. After two weeks in the detention center and six months of almost constant baby treatment, she had almost forgotten that she was ever a grown-up young woman. She was happy to fill her belly, regardless of whether it would lead to a night of dirty diapers or not. More to the point, although Ms. Murphy wasn’t as gorgeous as either Headmistress Hunter or Dr. Waxler, she was very attractive, and the way that her top revealed her cleavage was quite alluring. April opened her mouth for the alternating bites of oatmeal and beans, chewing and swallowing obediently, gazing at Ms. Murphy’s tits and hoping for an opportunity to suck on them later.

Kim spoon-fed April her dinner with a superior smirk, fantasizing about the havoc the meal was about to wreak on the beautiful Adult Baby’s bowels. April was all to eager to play along, scarfing the beans and oatmeal almost as fast as Ms. Murphy could spoon them up and shovel them in. Halfway through the meal, they saw the first effects when April paused, leaned to one side, and ripped a huge fart that was barely muffled by her big, fluffy diaper. Kim gave her a faux shocked look.

“Goodness! I hope you’re not getting full, sweetie... we’re only halfway there!”

Fortunately, April still had more than enough room left. Passing gas had relieved the building pressure in her guts... she now had more than enough room to finish. She quietly ate the rest of her dinner without any further interruption.

At last, Kim scraped up the last remnants of both the beans and the oatmeal from the bottom of their respective containers and pushed them into April’s mouth. She happily chewed and swallowed, signalling her completion of the meal with a shockingly loud belch. Ms. Murphy chuckled. Wetting a cloth, she cleaned off April’s face and hands before releasing her from the high-chair and helping her to the floor.

The surprisingly strong Ms. Murphy swept April up into her arms, carrying her across the room and settling into the large, comfortably overstuffed chair on the other side of the room. Adorable Adult Baby April settled easily into her lap, and they simply sat and cuddled for a long moment, enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies.

Behind her pacifier, April smiled lazily, wiggling her soft bottom in her fluffy diapers to find the most comfortable position on Ms. Murphy’s lap. Inside, her tummy growled, working to digest her very large meal. Her bowels were already starting to fill, gurgling and burbling ominously as they began filling with hot, feted gas. Whimpering, she squirmed a bit, uncomfortable, her pampers crinkling under her plump, womanly bottom. She emitted a small sigh of relief when Ms. Murphy began rubbing her belly softly, alleviating the discomfort inside her a little. She looked up into Kim’s gorgeous face, her own face passive, innocent, and more than a little stupid, her pretty little head emptied of all knowledge by the regression process.

“Here,” said Kim, retrieving a bottle from the nearby table. “A little milk will help settle your tummy,” she lied, knowing that the milk contained several compounds that would stimulate April’s colon, ensuring that the little darling would be in for a very messy evening... and possibly morning and afternoon, as well.

With a superior, self-satisfied smile, she tugged the pacifier out of Big Baby April’s mouth, quickly replacing it with the fat rubber nipple of the bottle. Within seconds, the overgrown, adult infant instinctively went to work with her luscious mouth, sucking and swallowing like a pro. Kim looked down at her, smug and horny, holding the bottle with one hand, softly rubbing April’s tummy with the other, noting with glee the way it bubbled under her palm. It was shaping up to be an explosive evening.