The Investigation - Part 5 (Patreon)

"Oh, my, a new student already?" the woman at the head of the classroom on the other side of the door chuckled. "That's the quickest I've ever seen."

Odette's eyes widened as she took in the scene - it was, indeed, a classroom, full of girls who were all dressed like her, hair in braids, wearing nothing but diapers, bottles sitting on their desks as they stared blankly ahead at their teacher. It took her a few moments, but she recognized the girls who had disappeared among them, looking more like overgrown toddlers than the young women she'd seen photos of.

"I-I think there's been a mist..." Odette started to say, backing slowly away.

"Hold it right there," the teacher said. To Odette's horror, her feet stopped moving. "Drink your bottle like a good girl." Odette felt her hand raise the bottle to her lips, and she began to swallow as the liquid poured out of it and into her mouth. "No, I'd say you seem to be in the right place," the woman chuckled.

"B-But I don't..." Odette gurgled behind the bottle.

"Wet yourself," the teacher ordered. Odette's free hand shot to her diapered crotch; it didn't help her stop the flow of urine from gushing its way out into the padding. "Now come here," the teacher patted an empty desk at the front of the room and Odette obediently shuffled her way there, climbing up onto it and blushing - but doing nothing more to stop it - as the woman changed her, right in front of the rest of the class.

"Stop it," Odette whimpered. "I'm not a baby... Somebody's going to come look for me... You can't do this!"

The teacher smiled down at her. "Oh, sweetie... Don't you know you already told them not to bother?" Odette shook her head, sure that hadn't happened. "Don't you remember that e-mail you wrote?" the woman asked. "I'm not sure what you thought it said, but I imagine it's similar to what these girls thought they were writing when they wrote their own notes, or e-mails... You wrote what you were supposed to, and sent it where it was meant to go, to make sure nobody thought to come looking for you. You wouldn't have found your way out of the conditioning rooms if you hadn't."

Odette shook her head again. "I wasn't supposed to come out yet... I escaped!" 

The teacher laughed, turning Odette over onto her tummy and pressing a hand to her back to keep her there, and another to her diaper. "That's what everyone thinks," she told the girl. "You only manage to get out when the brainwashing lets you out... That's how we know you're ready for the next stage of your training, to make sure you're the best big babies our buyers could want. They could just tell you what to do, but what fun would that be? By the time we're done with this stage, you'll be doing all this on your own, because you know that's what you're supposed to do... And, if you forget, well, an adult can always remind you, and you'll have no choice but to obey. The first stage of training normally takes a few days, and a few rounds with the hypnotic tapes, but I guess you were just meant for this. If you weren't ready, then I couldn't do this. Mess your diaper, baby."

Odette gasped as she felt her stomach muscles contract, and, in front of the rest of the class, she began helplessly filling her diaper. This couldn't be happening... She had to stop it! She had to prove she hadn't fallen victim to the same thing she was investigating, that she was still an adult, and deserved to be out in the real world, doing her job, not here, pooping her pants and being taught how to be an obedient, mindless baby slave... She had to...

"Good girl," the teacher patted the rear of Odette's bulging diaper. "Now, pick out a desk and sit down... You have a lot to learn."

Odette got to her feet, picked up her bottle, and made her way to an empty desk, wrinkling her nose as she sat down, though, of course, there wasn't much she could do to stop it. Unfortunately, it seemed like there wasn't much she could do to stop any of this now... She'd been in way over her head the whole time, and only realized it now that it was too late. Without thinking, she began to suck on her bottle, fidgeting in her messy diaper as the teacher began to speak, finding herself unable to concentrate on anything else but the adult's words, as her own adult thoughts started to slowly drain away. She was a baby now... Or had she always been one?