Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Four (Patreon)

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“S-s-secret?” Kim whispered, kicking uselessly against the binds that held her legs, fear gripping her. She’d tried to outplay Waxler and Hunter at their own game, and it was beginning to look like she’d overplayed her hand. She was suddenly glad she’d had a good time the evening before... suddenly, she was beginning to think that it would be a long while before she was in that position again.

“I think you know what I’m talking about,” Dr. Waxler said with a smirk. “I’ve contacted some of my acquaintances in the Department of Education and uncovered some very interesting facts about you, Ms.Murphy,” She said with an edge.

With her heart seemingly trying to punch it’s way out of her chest, Kim struggled, feeling like a rat in a cage... and Waxler, Hunter and Nurse Ginger, all looming over her, their faces both lovely and predatory, were beginning to look like hungry cats looking at their next meal.

“Why, whatever do you mean, Dr. Waxler?” Nurse Ginger asked, eagerly playing the role of the comedy sidekick.

“It seems our little Kimmy was a very naughty little girl, ladies,” Waxler said, dragging a fingernail down Kim’s bare tummy and watching her squirm. “She was abusing her position to leverage, oh, let’s call them ‘favours’, from the administrators of various institutions for wayward young women... not unlike this one. This all came to an end when she ‘borrowed’ one of the student’s she was having relations with for the weekend-- apparently, when they found them, they were in the midst of a marathon game of ‘House’ in which our Ms. Murphy was always the Mommy.”

“How... interesting,” Headmistress Hunter smiled, reaching down to tease Kim’s nipple.

“Indeed... this little brat hasn’t worked for the Department for months. In fact,” Dr. Waxler folded her arms under her ample breasts and looked down at Kim smugly, “she’s been working at Starbucks since August.”

“But wait... how did she find out about us?”

“Hmmm... not too sure,” said Dr. Waxler, grinning, “and in a few moments it’s not going to matter, because she won’t be able to tell anyone, anyway!”

This made Kim thrash against her bonds even harder, but there was no escaping their grip, and the women just looked down at her and laughed. Dr. Waxler reached beneath the table and produced a bottle of powder and a big, thick diaper. Kim let out an anguished gurgle, but still instinctively lifted her butt into the air when the Doctor delivered a swat to her bare thigh, allowing her to slip the diaper underneath her chubby, wriggling tushy. Kim’s heart throbbed when she felt the fluffy diaper under her bottom. She’d fantasized about putting other girls in diapers her whole life-- but never had she ever even imagined the possibility of going back into them herself!

“Powder time!” the Doctor exclaimed, her cheer and good nature more intimidating to Kim than any vampire or werewolf could ever be as she sprinkled a large amount of powder into Kim’s neatly trimmed pussy and patted it in slowly. Kim squeezed her eyes shut and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening... but the scent of the talc invaded her nostrils, keeping her locked into the moment. She moaned when she felt Dr. Waxler pat it in firmly, then choked back a sob when she heard the thick, crinkly plastic being drawn up between her legs and taped tightly around her narrow waist.

“Nnnoooooo...” Kim croaked pitifully, kicking helplessly and achieving little beyond making the diaper crinkle under her. The padding between her legs was puffy and thick, spreading her thighs and rubbing against her pussy in a way that sent involuntary shivers of pleasure throughout her body. “You can’t do this to me!”

Much to her frustration, the other women simply ignored her, as an adult would a mouthy toddler. “Now what?” Ms. Hunter asked. “We certainly can’t let her go?”

“How about Nursey’s special lunch: Beans, prunes, and an Ex-Lax brownie for dessert?” Ginger suggested, bending down so close that Kim could feel the heat of her breath.

“A lovely suggestion, Ginger, but let’s save it for later. First, I think we can all agree that it’s time Ms. Murphy became, shall we say, an honorary student... agreed?”

“An excellent idea, Doctor,” Headmistress Hunter said, and her smile chilled Kim to the bone. “She’ll make a fine addition to the student body. I’ll get the paperwork in order.”

“NO!” Kim cried, kicking, the diaper under her bum crinkling with every move, mocking her, laughing at her stolen adulthood. “PLEASE DON’T! Don’t you see?! I’m like you!” tears began spilling out of her eyes as she made a frantic plea for her adulthood. “I’m not one of them!! Can’t you see?! I’M ONE OF YOU!!”

Dr. Waxler merely scoffed as Ms. Hunter and Nurse Ginger gathered the equipment it would require to make Kim into one of the students. “Darling, you’re much too sloppy to be one of us. Look at all the mistakes you made already... and besides, you’re too much of a slave to your urges! Don’t you worry,” The Doctor said, reaching down to stroke Kim’s cheek softly. “We’ll take good care of you here.”

“Please don’t do this,” Kim whispered softly, looking up at Dr. Waxler with wet eyes, the incessant crinkle of her pampers reminding her of her humiliation with every small kick or twitch she made. “You can still let me go... I-I won’t say anything!”

“Darling, I wish I could trust you,” the Doctor said, slipping the VR helmet over Kim’s head and strapping it into place under her chin. “But you’ve shown me that that would be a very foolish decision, wouldn’t it?”

“No! NO! Please! You can trust me, I swear! I-I-I can help you! I’ve still got connections! Not just with the Department of Ed., either! Please,” she whimpered and whined, tears rolling down her cheeks, “please don’t do this to me!”

In the darkness of the helmet, Kim wept and pleaded softly, but Dr. Waxler ignored her, turning to address her cohorts. “Ladies, I think this is the perfect opportunity to show you a little something I’ve been working on.” She took up a position at the keyboard, furiously typing. “I call it Stage Zero: the total reset!

“As you know,” the Doctor continued, “I gave Ms. Murphy an injection of what she believed to be our lactation formula. It was, in fact, a concentrated dose of a compound I’ve been working on in my spare time-- it makes her incredibly susceptible to our reprogramming process.”

Ms. Hunter and Nurse Ginger made impressed noises, and Dr. Waxler suppressed a smirk. There was no reason to tell them this was not, in fact, a recent development, and she’d been doing some interesting work with her pet project already... but there was no need to let her partners in on that just yet.

“With this compound, there are few limits to what we can accomplish with our reprogramming technology. It will allow us to reshape the subjects mind like never before.” She couldn’t suppress a shiver as she informed them with an evil gleam in her lovely eyes:

“We can even delete all of her memories before the day she was born, leaving her, effectively, a blank slate!”