Miss Helena's Ballet Academy for Immature Mothers - Chapter Three/Full (Patreon)

Marissa was in shock.

Miss Helena and her horrible assistant spanked Brett until she was reduced to nothing but a crying little girl. That wasn't the shocking part. What came next was worse as the shorter mother in the room was stripped naked and put on a diaper as if she was nothing but an infant. Brett did nothing as they locked her in that thick, white prison.

"Candace, you're next," said Miss Helena.

"Me?" Asked the elegant mother.

Mis Helena nodded, and before Candace could protest, she was being dragged in front of the teacher by the rough-looking assistant.

Marissa could do nothing as they stripped Candace right before her. She had to admit that, unlike Brett, the dark-skinned woman had a beautiful body that could put even Stella's to shame. Her vulva was already naked, so they didn't have to shave her. Unlike with the previous mother, they proceeded more carefully. The baby powder against her skin stood up much more, and before Candace could cry and plead, she was sealed inside a thick diaper just like the rest of them.

"She look so cute, don't she, Greta?"

"Cute," said the rough-looking assistant as she placed Candace in the same tutu as the other two mothers.

And then came Marissa's time.

She wanted to protest. She wanted to tell Helena that she was going to sue her ass into oblivion. But then she thought about her own ass. She thought about the spanking that had turned Brett into a sobbing mess just minutes before.

"Come," said Helena.

And Marissa did.

As they stripped her naked, she couldn't think about anything but her own mother doing that to her at night when she was twelve, and she had started wetting the bed again. It only lasted for a month after her father abandoned them, but it was enough to bring her to shame. She had never told anyone about it. Not even her husband. And now, here she was, being diapered by a woman younger than her. And what was worst, it was happening in front of others. Her biggest nightmare growing up was coming to reality.

Tears ran down her cheeks while Helena and Greta forced her down, shaving her vulva and leaving her crotch hairless.

Then came the diaper, and when her skin touched the thick padding, a rush of excitement traveled from her toes to her head.

She blushed, hoping they didn't notice.

"My, my. I think someone's enjoying it," said Helena.

That made Marissa blush even redder as she tried to cover herself with her hands.

She thought the others would laugh. She expected them to say something, but she felt relieved when she heard nothing but the sound of her diaper crinkling as she stood up.

"Good, now that you are all in your brand-new uniforms. There's something you need to hear," said Helena, helping Marissa walk towards the other three mothers, "It's going to be hard to hear, but it will make everything easier for you."

No one said anything. The four women just sat on the floor in their ridiculous attires, avoiding eye contact with one another and with the women that had forced them back into diapers.

"Greta and I had a short conversation with your husbands or, well, spouses. Your daughters must be now on their way home with their fathers and mother."

Brett was still sobbing from her earlier spanking.

"They also know you four had jeopardized your daughters' possibilities in my Academy. But, they were given a choice; they could pick up their daughters and you. Or they could pick up their daughters and not you. They chose the second option, and you are now in my charge for some…reeducation."

"Reeducation?" Asked Marissa.

"Reeducation," repeated Helena, "I'll teach you how to behave like proper adults."

"But, why the diapers? Adults don't wear diapers in this country," said Candace.

The dark-skinned mother looked ridiculous, trying to be defiant when her legs were spread apart because of the thickness of her diaper.

"Well. I believe you cannot be proper adults, or mothers, if you were not proper child. So, the next few weeks, I will teach you how to be proper toddlers."

"Weeks?" Asked Brett, still sobbing.

"What do you mean by weeks?" Asked Marissa, "I have to work."

"I'm not staying for weeks," said Stella.

"I'll sue your ass," said Candace.

The two women laughed.

"You should look at yourself. There's no leaving this place without my permission, and when I finish with you, you'll become Miss Helena's perfect little girls."

The four mothers complained in unison.

"Not one single of you have anyone that will care about you missing a week or two, or more."

"More?" Asked Brett.

"I have work to do. I can't," Marissa tried to say, but Miss Helena shushed her immediately.

"Yes. Yes. You were a hard one to work out. But your husband assured us that he was talking with your employer. No one will come looking for you."

"You are crazy," said Marissa, holding back the tears of fear as she felt the urgent need to pee, "Please, let us go."

"I think the babies are cranky. Perhaps some food will cheer them up."

"What?" Asked Candace, "Food? We want to be let go."

But before she could protest any further, their two captors were gone.

Neither said a word.

Neither looked up. The four of them avoided looking at each other in the eyes.

The four women that just hours ago were the proud mothers, and a stepmother, of four girls, were now reduced to infants. Diapered, spanked, forced into toddlerhood once more. Some had not known the touch of that thick padded prison for decades, but Marissa knew it. And even if she hated Miss Helena for what she did, she couldn't help but feel excited about it.

Her thoughts drifted between wanting to escape and wanting to submit even further.

But those thoughts were put on hold when the loud voice of Brett was heard again. The smaller of the four had finally stopped sobbing and was standing up, though not in the way an adult would. Marissa didn't blame her. Moving while their legs were forced apart by the diapers was not easy.

"We need to leave," said Brett.

"Are you crazy?" Asked Candace, not even trying to stand up, "You just got beaten by those two savages. Do you want more? Or is it that you like the punishment, you kinky bitch?"

Marissa blushed but said nothing.

"I'm not staying here. You let them do what they please with you. I'm leaving."

"How?" Asked Stella, who had not uttered a word since she was brought back into the room, sucking on a pacifier and fully diapered, "There's no way out. She has the only key."

"Miss Helena?" Asked Brett.

Stella shook her head, "No, the mean one."

"Stop. Even if we could find our way out, look at us," said Marissa, trying to stand up but failing, "We are not in the position to run away. I can barely stand up, and I'm not ready to wander around a kid's ballet school naked."

"We are the victims here."

"Explain that to the cops," said Candace.

"Or to the other parents," added Marissa, finally getting up, "We can't even go to our spouses."

Brett began tearing up again, "I don't want them to spank me no more."

She broke right in front of all of them.

The tough mother looked more like an infant after a punishment than a mature woman with a kid and a wife.

"It's okay," said Stella, who seemed to be doing okay for her situation, "Come here."

The youngest of them held Brett in her arms as she cried like a baby.

"I need to pee," Brett said in between sobs.

Marissa blushed again. She also needed to pee, and what was worst, she wanted to pee her diaper so badly. But something inside her forced her not to. The voice of her mother, shaming her for yet another accident. She had not wet the bed in over a decade. She had not peed herself since she was a teen. She was not going to start now. But even if she didn't want to want it, she feared there would be no choice.

"Me too," said Candace, touching the front of her diaper as if inspecting the surface through the onesie, "Even if we take them out, there are no bathrooms here."

Brett cried even harder.

And it didn't take long for Marissa to realize why. The distinguishable sound of pee escaping into the diaper's padding was clear and loud, as there was no other sound but the mother's breathing and Brett's cries.

"Oh my god," said Candace, almost laughing.

"Did you just peed?" Asked Stella.

Brett nodded, still sobbing.

Marissa was blushing, hoping she could avoid that fate.

Brett buried her face against Stella's chest.

And that's when the door opened.

"What a lovely scene," said Miss Helena, "But no need to worry, darling. Miss Helena has exactly what you need."

And then she saw it, four baby bottles filled with some white liquid in the hands of Greta. But there was something off about those bottles. They were bigger, with rubber nipples that seemed more suited for a grownup's mouth than for a baby's.

Without hesitation, Greta grabbed Brett from Stella's arms.

"What the…"

But before she could protest, the rubber nipple had reached her mouth.

"Don't remove it until you are done with milk. Or else," said Greta.

Miss Helena did the same with Stella.

Then with Candace.

Until it was only Marissa left. The other three mothers were laid over blankets as they sucked the rubber nipples to receive the white nectar.

"Your time," said Helena, looking at Marissa, "Look at you. Your legs are shaking. Is it because you are scared? I wonder. Perhaps, maybe, you are looking forward to it."

Marissa looked away.

But she couldn't escape the thought. All she could hear was the other three women sucking on their bottles, and that made her lips burn against her diaper. It had been too much. She really wanted it. And her brain had no defenses anymore to prevent her from accepting what was being given to her freely.

Helena grabbed her, sitting on the floor and sitting Marissa over her lap.

"You are shaking, little one," said Helena.

Marissa kept looking away, even closing her eyes. If she didn't see Helena, it wasn't happening. At least, that was her thought.

"Do you like your diapers?" Asked Helena.

Marissa nodded.

Helena opened the onesie, leaving the diaper exposed.

"Answer properly."

"Yes."

"Good girl," she said, placing her hand over Marissa's diaper as she began rubbing it slowly.

For Marissa, that was it.

She had lost the battle.

Peed rushed out of her and into the diaper, and the more she peed, the more it spread around her padded skin. The more she peed, the more she felt her crotch moving rhythmically against Helena's hand.

"Are you enjoying this?"

Marissa nodded.

"Suck your thumb. Or I stop."

Marissa did it.

Sucking her thumb as a woman over ten years her junior rubbed the front of her wet diaper. All of it happening right in front of three other women, completely padded themselves, and a rough-looking one whose eyes were captivated by the bizarre scene in front of her.

No one said a word.

For a minute, it was just the crinkling sound of Marissa's diaper against the hand of Miss Helena. The sound of Marissa's breathing as she kept sucking her own thumb harder and harder. And harder until she finally came in her own piss.

"This will be fun," said Helena, placing the bottle of warm milk against Marissa's diaper, "I think you are going to enjoy what comes next."

Greta chuckled.

And Marissa was placed over a blanket right next to the other mothers.

"Drink," said Helena, "You will feel better after."

And as Marissa began drinking, she noticed that her eyelids felt heavier. Her body felt heavier. And that her breathing was slowing. She had just come in her own peed diaper in front of so many people. She shouldn't be able to fall asleep, but her brain was drifting. Her thoughts were fading. And as she tried to keep herself awake, she closed her eyes.

"I'll come back for you in an hour or so," said Helena, closing the door to the room, "And then we will start your new lives."