Babe Academy Chapter Thirty Nine (Patreon)

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“No...”

Elle’s voice was a raspy whisper. The Doctor’s laugh was soft and melodic... and frightening. The Headmistress watched, disbelieving, as the straps holding Dr. Waxler in place simply melted away. She rose from the chair, triumphant. Ms. Hunter watched, her horror mounting, as the Doctor’s demeaning new wardrobe began to melt away, the shiny leather Mary-Jane shoes vanishing along with the frilly white socks. The frothy, lacy pink and white dress faded like a dream, leaving no sign that it had ever existed behind. The bonnet followed suit, snapping out of existence as though it had never been there. The diaper, so puffy and infantile, symbol of her new status, melted off her curvy hips. At last, she stood before the silent audience, naked, but without an ounce of shame. Waxler stood before them, nude body emitting power, like a goddess... and The Headmistress felt fear for the first time, knowing that events were spinning out of her control.

Watching Dr. Waxler stalk across the stage towards her, her beautiful bare tits bouncing with every step, Elle cringed, feeling all her prior confidence and bravado evaporate into thin air. She stared, confused, as a set of very familiar clothes appeared on The Doctor’s body, starting with silky, sexy underthings and progressing to stockings, professional (but short) skirt, blouse, and blazer, until she stood before the Headmistress, fully clothes and grinning dangerously at her

“Like the outfit?” she asked, turning this way and that to show herself off. Elle had to admit that the bitch looked fabulous... and oddly familiar. Squaring up to her sexy blond rival, Dr. Waxler fixed her with an arrogant smile, looming over her intimidatingly in her high heels... But how could that be? Elle thought, distressed... she knew that they should both be about the same height in their heels...

She looked down, emitting a high pitched squeal of outrage when she realized that not only were her high heels gone, her entire outfit had vanished, leaving her standing totally naked before the audience... who were now laughing at her distress. Reaching down, she frantically attempted to cover her naked breasts and pussy, vividly aware that her perfectly rounded bare ass was still exposed to the giggling rabble. In a matter of moments, the dream had become a nightmare... and Dr. Waxler’s smile wasn’t putting her at ease.

“Aww... What’s a’matter, sweetie? Is it chilly in here on that little bare bottom?” she teased, reaching to deliver a hard slap to Elle’s bare ass, laughing harshly at the way it jiggled. “How about a makeover?”

Waxler raised her hand and snapped, the sound impossibly loud in Ms. Hunter’s ears, so loud it nearly made her jump out of her skin. At first, The headmistress had no idea what had changed, but she became aware of the increased giggles of the crowd. She wiggled her toes, realizing her feet were no longer bare... glancing down, Elle confirmed she was now clad in a pair of shiny patent leather shoes... the same shoes Dr. Waxler had so recently divested herself of.

Another glance confirmed what she’d feared: her nudity had at least been covered... but she wasn’t sure it was an improvement. Elle emitted a horrified squeal of embarrassment when she realized she was now dressed in the same humiliating baby outfit she’d forced Waxler into just moments before. Reaching down, she slowly tugged up the hem of her dress, emitting a cry of outraged dignity when the bulging, crinkling diaper beneath was revealed. Elle shook her head in disbelief, fighting back tears. Her worst nightmares were coming true, and she could sense that things were only going to get worse from here.

“Well,” Waxler said, glancing over her handiwork with a satisfied smirk, “what d’you think, honey bunny?”

Shooting her tormentor an angry look, Elle growled a response that came out muffled by something stuffed between her lips. Cross eyed, she glanced down and confirmed her suspicion... a big, thick pacifier had somehow found it’s way between her pouty red lips. A frantic attempt to remove it was futile-- it simply refused to budge from her lips, as though it had been super-glued, leaving Elle with no way to communicate except for furious stares and eye-rolls.

Dr. Waxler stood back, looking her over with satisfaction, smugly comfortable in her smart, professional ensemble, drinking in Elle’s humiliation. For the headmistress, it was an almost devastating blow to her self-image. Never, ever, in any of her fantasies was she ever anything less than totally in control. To be suddenly stripped of that control-- to be reduced to the level of one of her own helpless babydolls, was an affront to her carefully constructed identity.

“There,” Dr. Waxler said, nodding approvingly. “I think that’s much better. Don’t you agree, everyone?”

The gathered audience murmured approvingly among themselves, many of them pointing and laughing at Elle (who wasn’t feeling like much of a headmistress anymore.) Squirming in her outrageously infantile outfit, her cheeks turned redder and redder as the laughter of the crowd filled her ears. Every move brought with it the harsh, crinkling sound of her thick plastic pampers, exacerbating the humiliation that was making her weak at the knees.

“And now,” Dr. Waxler said, reaching out and seizing Elle by the ear, “we’re going to give you exactly what you deserve, you little brat!”

“OWW!” Elle cried, cringing at the sound of her own obnoxiously high and whiny voice when The Doctor gave her ear a savage twist, dragging her towards the sinister straight back chair that still stood at the side of the stage. To fight or even resist never even crossed her mind-- she simply stooped and waddled along behind the doctor, doing everything in her power to lesson the discomfort in her ear.

“Come on,” the Doctor said briskly, settling her well-toned hiney into the seat of the chair. Elle felt the pain in her ear disappear, only to be replaced by a steely grip on her wrist. “Let’s go, you little wench!” Dr. Waxler said, sending Elle tumbling into her lap with a sharp tug.

“NNuuuh!” Elle cried, her voice rendered an indistinguishable mumble by the pacifier. Kicking her legs pathetically, massively bulging diaper-butt sticking up ignominiously in the air behind her, she knew what she was in for, and she knew she was going to hate every minute of it. She felt Dr. Waxler place her broad firm, palm against her pampered bottom, even through the thick padding. Elle’s blood went cold when her antagonist’s sharp laughter filled her ears.

“Time for your comeuppance, you little bitch!”

From behind the pacifier, Elle emitted a squeal when Dr. Waxler brought her palm down on her plushly padded bottom, which landed with a sound like a gunshot. All the layers of padding did absolutely nothing to cushion the blow. Elle swore she felt it as clearly as she would have if her ass was totally bare, and she let out a sharp squeal of pain and outrage, frantically reaching back to protect her bottom. Dr. Waxler easily took Elle’s wrist and raised it out of the way, pinning her in place and leaving her helpless to prevent the next swat... or the next one, or the one after that. Pretty soon, poor Elle was squealing and crying and frantically kicking her legs in the air behind her as the sadistic doctor roasted her rump through the padding of her diaper.