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Babe Academy Chapter Twenty
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“Now,” Headmistress Hunter said once she had Big Baby Candy spread out on her back on top of the blanket, quivering in her messy diaper. “Where was I?”
From her position on the grass, Candy gazed up into her Mommy-Goddess’ face, her heart beating heavily, the warm, mushy dump in her diaper squishing against her skin with every little move she made. All around her, the other students gathered, some sinking to their knees, some standing (giving Candy alluring glimpses of the diapers under their skirts), all looming over her with smiling, giggly faces. Some of them pinched their noses and made teasing remarks about the stink, which made Candy writhe and gurgle with ticklish, sexy shame. The onesie was unsnapped at the crotch, then hiked up to expose her very poopy diaper.
“Er... you were at the part where the Princess pooped her pampers, Ms.,” Kayla chimed in, stifling her giggle behind her hand.
“Oh yes,” Ms. Hunter said, gazing into Candy’s eyes and giving her a superior smirk, reminding her of who held all the power in the relationship... as though Candy needed any reminding! Candy grunted and shivered helplessly, shutting her eyes to listen as Mommy spun her story.
“The Wise Old Witch cast her spell, turning the Pretty Princess into a silly big baby-- the perfect reflection of who she was inside! The Beautiful Queen was delighted with this turn of events... she couldn’t resist reaching out to TICKLE HER!” Ms. Hunter exclaimed, demonstrating by reaching out to rake her nails over Candy’s bare tummy, causing the big baby to squeal and squirm, the mess in her pants smeared even further across her bum.
“The Beautiful Queen tore open the diaper,” Ms. Hunter said, dramatically tearing the tapes on Candy’s diapers for emphasis, “and opened it up, revealing a big ol’ poopy mess inside.”
Again, almost as though to illustrate the story, she folded Candy’s pamper open, revealing a huge, steaming mess within. The girls let out a collective “EEEEWWWW” and took a step back... especially when the powerful stench washed over them. They tittered and giggled among themselves, looking down their noses at the helpless, squirming Candy (all the while blushing, thinking that it could just as easily be them laying there, squirming their way through a messy diaper change from their ultra-sexy Headmistress... and more then a few of them felt their pussies getting moist at the thought.)
“The Pretty Princess squirmed, embarrassed... she knew she was much to old to be having her bottom wiped by her mommy,” Ms. Hunter continued, lifting Candy’s legs and going to work with a baby wipe, cleaning the squirming young woman with the efficiency that came from hours of experience. “But the girl was helpless to do anything but pout as her mother cleaned her up and put her in a fresh pamper.”
Ms. Hunter continued her fairy tale, casually cleaning and powdering Big Baby Candy’s bottom and pussy as she did: “Well, The Beautiful Queen was more than convinced, and with her blessing, The Wise Old Witch cast her spell over the entire kingdom.”
The students listened to the story, their hearts thumping in their breasts. Shifting nervously, they licked their lips and avoided making eye contact, focusing instead on the diaper change in progress and the Headmistress’ words as she spun her narrative.
“The effects of the spell were noticeable almost immediately,” Ms. Hunter continued, slipping a fresh, clean diaper under Candy’s wriggling bottom. “All across the city, the spoiled, pouty young women found their lacy, silken underpants getting thicker, bulkier, and starting to crinkle loudly with every step they took.”
The girls listened, watching intently as the headmistress pulled the diaper up tightly between Candy’s thighs and taped it up securely around her waist, sealing her into a fresh pamper.
“The bratty young ladies of the town waddled through the streets, their dainty butts emitting a plasticy rustle with every step they took,” Elle said, running her hand over the front of Candy’s diaper to make it crinkle for emphasis. The other girls squirmed and blushed, both happy it wasn’t them getting a diaper change from the sweetly sadistic Headmistress... and secretly wishing that it was them who’d just suffered a sexy, dirty diaper change from the gorgeous Ms. Hunter.
They returned to their seats, Ms. Hunter positioning Candy between her legs so the Adult Baby Could recline against her, resting her head against the Headmistress’ bosom. The students crowded in close to her, thrilling at the scent of her perfume and the warmth of her body so near theirs.
“Long suffering parents, boyfriends, and husbands watched in awe as their beautiful but bratty and bitchy daughters, girlfriends and wives became a bunch of babbling, baby-brained bimbos, toddling around in their puffy pink pampers! Their expensive clothes and silken underwear twisted, changed, and melted away, until each and every one of them was clad in clothes more suited for two -ear-olds than grown up, mature, and powerful young women.”
The students cuddled up against each other in the shade of the big tree, listening intently. Beneath them, their squirming diaper bottoms crinkled loudly under their pleated skirts, and within the fluffy white fold of those pampers, their neatly shaved pussies were moist and sticky, throbbing with desire as they listened to the Headmistress’ story unfold.
“Literally overnight, every naughty, bratty young woman in the kingdom was rendered drooling, incontinent, and helpless,” Elle said, smirking smugly as she looked over the faces of her captive audience. “Diapered and crawling, they lacked both the communication skills or intellect to express themselves anymore.”
The Headmistress gave a satisfied smirk when she scanned the faces of her audience seeing them blush and whisper among themselves as the beautiful woman they secretly lusted after gave voice to their darkest fear-- and their greatest desire: being stripped of their burgeoning womanhood, having all of their adult rights and privileges suspended, being reduced to helplessly crawling, gurgling, crying and messing their pants, totally at the mercy of their caregivers.
“The kingdom was filled with the hapless cries of the Adult Baby Bimbos and the smell of poopy diapers wafted through the streets of the happy kingdom!” The Headmistress informed them gleefully. “The citizens cheered the Beautiful Queen: she had answered their prayers-- their unruly daughters had been returned to a more manageable time in their lives, in mind if not in body, and if wet and poopy diapers were the price for peace of mind, the mommies, daddies, husbands and boyfriends of the kingdom were happy to pay it.”
“What about The Wise Old Witch?” Tiffany asked eagerly.
“Oh, it was quite sad,” The Headmistress said with great mirth. “Her magic backfired on her, transforming the sexy old hag into one of her own Adult Babies!” she told them with a laugh, enjoying the tittering of the audience.
“And The Beautiful Queen, benevolent as she was, took the formerly Wise Old Witch (and current Pamper Pooping Baby), along with her daughter, The Poopy Pants Princess, and six of the most helpless, baby-brained of the bratty Adult Babies, and she retired to a peaceful cottage in the country to live out the rest of her days in peace and tranquility, providing many much needed diaper changes to some very cute overgrown toddlers! The End!”
The small audience murmured their approval to each other and politely clapped, each one blushing furiously, their diapered pussies hot and wet after listening to The Headmistress’ story, Looking over their pretty faces, she couldn’t resist giving them one last reminder of their babyish status (in spite of their adult bodies.)
“Now who’d like to come back to my room and see my new curtains?” Elle asked casually. “I think you’ll like them-- they’re in baby blue!” she said, employing the trigger phrase the Doctor had implanted into the students... the one that caused instant, uncontrollable bowel movements!
Immediately, almost the instant the words left her mouth, the students gasped, their bowels roaring to life, the urge to poop coming over them without warning. No sooner had the urge appeared than it became uncontrollable. Combined with their hypnotically reduced continence and sphincters that had been weakened by months of drugs, it wasn’t long before Ms. Hunter’s little entourage began loudly loading their fluffy pink pampers. Elle listened with tingling delight as each of the six Adult schoolgirls voided their bowels with a series of farty, squishy squelches. Those who were unable to lean to the side and lift their butt-cheeks to accommodate the sudden and violent explosion of muddy mush were literally lifted in their seats on a cushion of soft, warm poopy.
The cacophony of toots and squishes was accompanied by a course of squeaks, squeals and moans, as six beautiful, diaper clad young women loudly loaded their britches with a major smelly mess.
Baby Candy (who had a different set of posthypnotic triggers and therefor remained unaffected) sat back and slurped her thumb contentedly. The students had found it oh so funny when she pooped her pants and had to get a diaper change... now, she’d get to watch from the comfort and warmth of mommy’s bed as they were laid out on Ms. Hunter’s own private changing table to have their messy diapers tended to before being dressed in embarrassing baby clothes for the entire weekend.
