Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Six (Patreon)

And were back! Great to see you, everyone!

I hate to blow my own horn, but I think this story is one of the best I've ever written-- it just gets better and better, and now we've come to another sequence I've been looking forward to... a look into the depraved mind of the beautiful Ms. Hunter! If you like it, please consider letting me know by liking and leaving a comment.

Several nights later, the Headmistress was asleep in her ultra-king sized bed, surrounded by snoring baby-women, their diapers rustling softly as they shifted in their sleep. The pampers grew damper throughout the night as the girls steadily leaked pee into the thick padding between their thighs, which worked hard to suck it up thirstily. Before the evening was over, most of them had voided their bowels in their sleep, and only one or two would awaken, or even be aware that they’d messed themselves until the morning.

It had been another highly satisfying day for The Headmistress. A visit to the duplicitous Kim Murphy in the nursery had revealed that the attempted interloper had been completely relieved of her adult status, and seemed quite unconcerned about the loaded diaper she was packing around behind her as she crawled at Headmistress Hunter’s feet... a most appealing image, the gorgeous, powerful blonde thought with a satisfied smirk.

Her daily meeting with the doctor had been more of a... mixed experience. The project was proceeding as planned, and less than 10% of the students were still in panties-- a much better success rate than they’d hoped. But Doctor Waxler was even more evasive than usual, and her tone was getting smug... almost condescending, leaving Headmistress Hunter to worry, and as Elle was forced to bend over the doctor’s desk with her bottom bare to receive her next dose of Waxler’s lactation formula, the headmistress’s thoughts drifted towards to her own planned endgame as far as the doctor was concerned.

To make herself feel better, Ms. Hunter spent the afternoon stalking through the halls conducting random diaper inspections. She discovered quite a few wet and even a couple of messy pampers, which she admonished in a loud voice in front of everyone, drawing as much attention to the blushing offender as she could. Poor little Selena Mayhew was so embarrassed when The Headmistress hiked up her skirt and called her out for a pissy diaper, she actually wound up loudly messing herself in front of her classmates, who stood around laughing as the headmistress swatted Selena on the seat of the bulging diaper and sent her on her way to the Nurse. There she would be prepared for a full week of Regression Punishment in the detention center. Ms. Hunter made a mental note to check on her some time in the next couple of days.

It was enough to tide her over until she got back to her apartment. She spent the evening toying with her small harem of Sexy Adult Babies, all of them freshly diapered by the nanny moments before Elle arrived, all more than willing to fulfill her depraved desires, pausing only for dinner and a couple of diaper changes before stripping nude and tossing herself down on the bed. Ms. Hunter arrogantly ordered her diapered and drooling slaves to pleasure both her and themselves until they finally collapsed into a sweaty heap and drifted off to an exhausted sleep.

Elle wandered through a number of vague erotic dreams, living out her most depraved power fantasies, subject to no authority beyond her own whims as she aggressively stalked from one scenario to the next, dominating, regressing, and humiliating every female she saw, with no consequences, nobody to question or raise a hand against her. Bits and pieces of reality clashed with fantasy, old scenes played out with new victims as she gleefully doled out humiliating spankings, enemas, and diapers to old crushes and long forgotten rivals. Celebrities were debased, reduced to simpering, overgrown toddlers that crawled down the red carpet to please their Headmistress in front of a jeering audience of their own former fans.

Here, she was absolute authority, and she didn’t have to hide her appetites or share with anyone, and nobody was off-limits. When she discovered a long forgotten teacher, bitchy but gorgeous and the source of many forgotten fantasies, trussed up in the high-chair, totally at the mercy of Elle. The Headmistress forced the woman to open her mouth and accept mouthful after mouthful of prunes, broccoli, beans, some of Nurse Ginger’s tasty, megafiber oatmeal, and of course, a nice bottle of laxative laced chocolate milk. Then she watched ecstatically as the old bitch filled her diaper to the brim with an ungodly mess, then left her to stew in it for a while as she cried and begged for a change.

Forgotten crushes, secret rivals, old bosses, characters from TV shows... no one was safe from her unquenchable lust for diapers and domination. There was nowhere to hide, nothing off limits, and she stalked from one depraved scene to the next, smugly wielding her power to make mere playthings out of beautiful women, gleefully bending them to her will and reducing them to crawling, whimpering Adult Babies. Proud, powerful, beautiful women were broken, stripped, spanked, diapered, and forced to suckle at Elle’s huge, beautiful tits, lapping up her milk in the ultimate sign of submission to her unstoppable matriarchal power.

She was glowing, positively bursting with raw, feminine energy, the ultimate dommy mommy, and no sweet little thing was safe from the sheer force of her will.

And they were cheering for her... everywhere she turned, a crowd was watching approvingly, positively enraptured, laughing and applauding as she systematically spanked women young and old, stripping them of their clothes, status and dignity, regressing them to gratefully drooling Adult Toddlers.

Eventually, she realized she’d wandered into a hazy, dreamy version of the auditorium at school. The room was filled to capacity, with people of every description cheering her on-- cheering on her work, as though they truly understood how important and vital it was.

There was a commotion on stage, but she couldn’t see exactly what was happening. Squinting, she could barely make out some sort of equipment being set up. Her breath caught in her throat and a smile slowly spread across her face-- it was the Doctor’s brainwashing equipment, all ready for use! And next to it-- a fully stocked changing table, with stacks of fluffy diapers of every type and size in the compartments underneath. There was an arm-less chair, perfect for doling out a spanking, and next to that, Nurse Ginger had kindly set up a variety of paddles, thermometers, enemas... everything a woman like herself could possibly need.

“Show us!” someone in the audience cried.

“Yes!” another shouted. “Show us, Headmistress! Show us what must be done with a naughty girl!”

And so, buoyed by their cheers, Headmistress Hunter made her way onstage with faux reluctance.

“But... who?” Ms. Hunter asked, looking to the others on stage. “Who is a naughty enough girl for me to demonstrate on?”

“NO!” A familiar voice cried from off-stage, growing closer with every word. “Unhand me! Don’t you know who I am?!”

Her heart thudding in her bosom, Ms. Hunter looked to the wings. It couldn’t possibly be... could it? She wondered, magnificent breasts heaving with every breath as she eagerly waited for her next victim.

Elle was practically salivating by the time her next target was dragged, struggling and screaming onstage. Ms. Hunter wasn’t surprised to see Dr. Waxler, her normally composed facade shattered, her hair wild and her eyes frightened as she was brought before the smirking Headmistress, who looked down at her partner in crime with an air of superiority, drinking in her fear and panic. More than anyone, she would know what lay ahead for her, and Ms. Hunter drank in her fearful pleading eagerly. The arrogant, condescending, demanding woman had been replaced by a quivering, fearful brat... Elle approved of the change.

Reaching out, she took hold of the front of Dr. Hunter’s expensive blouse. With a sharp tug, she yanked off every stitch of clothes from the doctor’s body, like something out of a cartoon, leaving Waxler as naked as the day she was born. Now wearing nothing but a silly expression, she struggled even harder, her massive tits jiggling before the laughing audience, who applauded appreciatively. Doctor Waxler emitted a prolonged shriek of outraged dignity. The Headmistress ran her eyes up and down her gorgeous, powerful body. Hmmm... a bit less girlish than I normally prefer, but I think I can forgive that this once, Elle thought, grinning to herself.

“Well well... seems we’ve had a little reversal of fortune, haven’t we, Donna?” Ms Hunter said pointedly reaching out to stroke her cheek softly. Donna Waxler flinched and gasped sharply when Ms Hunter suddenly grabbed her by the hair roughly.

“You little brat,” she said, gleefully dragging her struggling victim over to the spanking chair. “You’ve had this coming for a long time now!”