Chapter VII: A Whole New School and Some Old Friends (Patreon)

Kallen didn’t remember much of her stepmother picking her up from the Etiquette School. The helpful maid and butler had put her in the car, Mommy cooed at her a lot, and she made a mess, but after that her memory was blank. She rationalized that she’d likely humped herself into exhaustion again. “Wait,” Kallen thought, “I-I worked that all out on my own!”

She couldn’t deny the childishness of her own thoughts, but she had been able to think beyond the simple desires of eat, mess, and cum for the first time in what felt like forever. She noticed immediately that she wasn’t with mommy or the nice staff. For now, she was alone in a room. It was both like and not like her room at the auto-nursery/school.

Pastel yellows covered the walls and cutesy designs bordered the upper portion of the room in a contrasting blue hue. Along one wall was a pair of changing tables much like the ones in Kallen’s old school, and the cribs near them were the same except wider, possibly able to hold a few regressed rebels at a time. Opposite all that was a feeding area where little tables and squat little chairs waited for up to nine butts to sit and messily eat. All along the floor, a bevy of soft toys waited. From stuffed animals to scattered building blocks to play sets the entire place looked like somebody had dumped a massive toy chest on the rug.

“Ah dawcawe.” Kallen said. While her remaining altered speech was one of the first things she noticed she also relished her ability to stretch her jaw freely. “My paci is gone!” she thought. In fact, that wasn’t the only change. Kallen’s whole outfit had been completely replaced. Her booties had been removed, leaving only the shiny rubber thigh highs on her legs, the sleeved leotard was done away with, and the massively overfilled diaper from before was replaced with a sparkling clean one.

Instead of the thin onesie, the redhead had been squeezed into a dress of similar material. The shiny, squeaky latex had been molded to resemble a short frilly dress with a skirt that stopped right at the bulbous exterior of Kallen’s new diaper so as not to hide it in the slightest. Ruffled sleeves connected to a buttoned-up top that clung tightly to her form, showing off her newly pudgy tummy. The puffy sleeves of her new dress did connect to a new set of mittens, as whoever dressed her was seemingly intent on keeping her naughty hands out of trouble.

With her newfound freedom of mobility, Kallen crawled around the room a bit, testing muscles. Not having almost a hundred pounds of filth dragging behind her helped but she found herself missing the feeling of that squelching mess around her bottom if only a little bit. Her limbs were also much weaker from her time in the nursery. After a while her diaper had kept her from walking and the constraining straitjacket had held her arms back the entire time she was there.

Initially Kallen tried to push herself up, to stand on her own two feet once again and walk as a mature adult, the still rational part of her brain told her it was what she should do. She faltered almost instantly–apparently crawling was now the best she could manage.

She sat in the room for a while, taking in the whole of her new surroundings and testing her newly freed body. She was lifting her very rubbery wide hoop skirt to check out the waistband of her diaper and saw it was similarly held shut like her other one when a door on one wall started to creak open. Kallen shook her head in surprise, having not even seen the door before nor thinking of trying to find one at all.

Through the door the same woman she’d seen wearing a maid outfit entered, except now she was wearing a long, tan skirt and a sweater under a plain apron. Her maid’s bonnet was gone and instead, she had her hair up in a neat bun. She immediately reminded Kallen of a daycare worker, right down to the kindly smile with which she approached the latex and diaper-clad girl.

She spoke to Kallen for the very first time, kneeling down to her level to address her. The softness of her voice was immediately recognizable and activated the infantile triggers in her brain that left her more regressed. As if the little bit of maturity she had was fading away in real-time. It was the same voice that led her hypnosis sessions in the etiquette school. “Hello little Baby Kallen. Are you having fun today?” she asked.

The redhead nodded enthusiastically, sitting back on her puffy diapered bottom. “Uh hafin uh gwood twuhme.” she said, smiling at the woman.

“That’s good,” she cooed, “and are you feeling hungry? It’s about lunchtime.”

Almost as if on cue Kallen’s stomach rumbled. She was hungry and wasn’t sure how long it’d been since she’d last been fed but after getting used to three massive meals a day her hunger was now uncontrollable, especially with how fast her body processed the nutrition. “Uh huh, uh whunt thu surp.” Kallen said. She was having trouble pronouncing her words with any difficult vowels, but the woman seemingly understood what the giggly baby wanted, pulling a massive canister out from behind her back.

It resembled a giant glass baby bottle with two handles on the side and a cartoonishly large rubber nipple that rivaled Kallen’s old paci in girth. Inside, a slowly sloshing liquid churned temptinglly. The rubber-clad redhead snatched up the bottle by its handles immediately and tilted it upwards, suckling at the artificial teat greedily.

When the sweet taste of the syrupy mixture hit her tongue she let out a sigh of contentment through her nose and collapsed back onto the soft rug of the room. Kallen suckled away at the nearly 4 liters of gunk, enjoying every sweet wave that flooded her mouth with each hollowing of her cheeks. While the rhythm took her a bit to get used to Kallen gradually found a cadence that nearly matched how the auto-nursery had fed her.

When the last drops of her bottle ran dry the gluttonous baby let it fall onto the floor beside her and she cupped her extremely full tummy contentedly. She rolled over back onto her hands and knees to see that the nice maid who’d brought her bottle had left in the middle of her meal.

With her mind falling further into babyhood, Kallen took this time to crawl around the nursery and play with a few of the toys left around. Deciding that the building blocks sitting in one corner looked the most fun to her. While her body processed its meal, going through the motions that would lead her to a new squishy humping experience, she built a small fortress and then knocked it down with a stuffed bear.

“Phhwwwoossh, und where cuhms nightmawre.” Kallen said, apparently re-enacting one of her old combat engagements with the toys. She was so lost in her brain’s hypnotic haze that little of Kallen’s old personality remained. Her reenactment with the toys indicated that she obviously remembered parts of her old life but they didn’t matter anymore. She was a baby and all of that was a worry that remained beyond her.

While Kallen played by herself the door cracked open again and her head whipped up to see if the nice lady with the soothing voice was coming back. There was no such luck. Instead it was the butler with the sharp goatee. He didn’t say anything as he peaked in to find Kallen sitting in the corner of the room, but he did shoot her a beaming smile. Just in the corner of the door, Kallen caught sight of something shiny and purple–it was the same rubbery material as her dress from the looks of it

The sharp jawed man ushered in someone wearing the same outfit as Kallen and shut the door behind him. The figure clutched their slightly bulging stomach and seemingly winced in pain. Even with their eyes closed the person before Kallen was unmistakable. His straight black hair framed an angular face that Kallen remembered clearly from her past life. He opened one eye to scan the room around him revealing its amethyst hue to her and immediately, Kallen perked up upon seeing her new daycare mate.

“Lulu!” Kallen called out excitedly, briefly remembering the pet name Shirley had used for Lelouch on occasion.

Upon seeing his friend, Lelouch staggered back, surprised that he wasn’t the only one here. “K-Kallen?” he asked.

With amazing speed, Kallen crawled towards her friend, a boundless smile spread across her face upon seeing him. Lelouch himself waddled closer, his diaper greatly impeding his gait. It seemed that in the time the redhead had attended her “etiquette lessons” Lelouch had gone through something similar. He himself was seeming chubbier and his natural wide-legged stance in his padding proved he had experienced plenty of the school’s training.

“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly, dropping his tone to a whisper. “Did they get any of the others? Have you discovered an escape route?”

Kallen just sat back and cocked her head in confusion. She didn’t understand many of the rapid-fire questions coming at her and decided to just wait for her friend to finish before telling her side of the story.

Once Lelouch was done panicking Kallen started to explain the situation, how her mommy decided she needed to go to a new school and she learned to be a better girl. All of this explanation occurred with her heavy lisp and Lelouch seemed to have trouble parsing some of the meaning as she spoke. “-sho now I’mma baby an mommy luhft muh hewe.”

With half-lidded eyes and a tired expression, Lelouch shook his head, seemingly more frustrated than before. “It sounds like you and I went through a lot of the same things, but I don’t think you held up nearly as well against their hypno program. Looks like I’ll have to get out on my own.” he sighed.

Kallen still wasn’t quite comprehending what she was hearing but found that she didn’t want Lelouch to leave. After all this time she finally had a fellow friend to enjoy her new babyhood with. “No.” she said stubbornly, grabbing Lelouch’s wrist with her mitted hand.

“Wha-? Kallen let me go.” he demanded, trying to pull his arm away from the redhead’s grasp. With a loud squeak of latex on latex Lelouch’s hand pulled free but he lost his balance in the process and fell backward onto his cushy padding with a crinkle and a thud.

There was a moment of awkward silence between the pair as they just sat staring at each other. Lelouch seemingly couldn’t believe what’d just happened or why one of his closest friends was fighting so hard against him escaping. Kallen however was figuring out what to do with her new playmate. She wanted more than anything to keep him here with her so they could enjoy the simplicity of babyhood together.

It was an all-out stalemate, at least until their stomachs growled in unison, signaling that the syrup they’d consumed for lunch had officially started working its magic and would soon be pushed into their diapers.

Kallen, recognizing the sound from Lelouch, eyed his bulging stomach and had an idea. “If Lulu went through the same lessons I did I bet making a messy makes him make cummies too. He can pretend to be big all he wants, but he’s still diapered like me…”

It was a half-baked idea, but that was all Kallen needed to carry forward. She shuffled close to her friend who watched her with wide eyes. There was a little wind up as she reared back on her knees before she brought both hands down on the diapered noble’s stomach, pushing her full weight against his bulging belly.

“Guh!” Lelouch exclaimed, caught completely off guard by the maneuver. There was no build-up to the moment, the sudden force to his abdomen speeding the process of messing along, and a loud *BLLLLLLOOOOOOOORRRRRRTTTTTTT* filled the room.

The round padding around his waist immediately pushed outward between Lelouch’s legs, the force of his mess causing the padding to fill and expand rapidly under him with amazing speed. In seconds it’d gone from a round, fluffy orb around his waist to a dipping teardrop shape packed with stinking shit. At the same time, his eyes glazed over and his grunts turned to moans, the hypnosis that reinforced these actions’ pleasurable consequences taking over.

Kallen chuckled and kneeled beside Lelouch, glad to see he was finally getting into the spirit of the daycare. “Yuh had to poo a wot!” she exclaimed, rubbing his rapidly deflating tummy with the slightest pressure, just enough to increase his production.

Lelouch whined in response, bucking his hips against the increasing weight of the padding around his waist. If Kallen could see through the rapidly browning nappy she’d have a view of his stiffened member sliding against the now squishy padding and twitching uncontrollably. On the outside Lelouch shook, his body responding to the powerful waves of horniness.

While she enjoyed watching Lelouch, Kallen found herself wanting to join the fun and was secretly a little irked that her mommy had decided to change her out of her school nappy before dropping her off at daycare. “I suppose I’ll just have to start over.” she thought, pushing herself up. She had a very tenuous grasp on her stance and knew she likely wouldn’t be able to remain standing for long. With what little mobility she had Kallen pivoted on her feet, keeping her legs straight to avoid them buckling until she was standing above Lelouch’s face with one foot on either side of him.

Through gritted teeth, she heard Lelouch speak up, only barely able to register what was occurring above him while he filled his own padding. “K-Kallen w-what are you doing?”

The red-haired rebel just shushed Lelouch. She was much too focused on maintaining her balance. The grumbling of Kallen’s stomach had grown deafeningly loud and was only outmatched by Lelouch’s violent messing. She didn’t see any point in wasting time with a preamble and used what little strength she had in her legs to squat down, placing her clean padding about six inches away from Lerouch’s nose before pushing with all the energy she had.

*FLLLLOOOOORRRRRBBBBBBBB* It was quite possibly the biggest mess Kallen had experienced so far as a solid log of shit forced her ass wide open before snaking down into her diaper and collecting in the crotch, its weight causing it to sag immensely. She understood now what her friend was experiencing beneath her as apparently the food from her bottle was a little different than what she had at the nursery. The force at which her body evacuated caused her diaper to cover the six inch span to Lelouch’s face in a second. In another second her padding encroached his whole head, disgusting mush pushing the plastic of her diaper all around it and burying him in a dirty, stinking, diaper.

Kallen let out a satisfied howl above him, enjoying both the relief of pressure in her tummy and the tingling electricity of an orgasm running up her spine. The stimulation caused her legs to give out and she dropped her full weight onto Lelouch without warning. Neither seemed to mind though as below her the once-great revolutionary noble continued to hump away against the weight of his diaper, hoping to milk himself dry with his padding. From above Kallen did the same, rocking back and forth against her friend’s face to enjoy a little added friction in her nappy.

Neither knew how long they messed or ‘enjoyed themselves’, but eventually Kallen rolled off of Lelouch’s face, allowing him to take in several deep breaths now that he was free of the smelly trap that was Kallen’s very full diaper. Both of their diapers sagged well past their knees now.

Kallen herself was somewhat exhausted too and breathed heavily as fatigue set in. She wasn’t sure how many times she’d cum in that short time, but that was partially because she had trouble counting any higher than three in this state. She and Lelouch had essentially cum themselves into a stupor, leaving blank baby slates till they could rest and regain a fraction of their original wits.

The door to the daycare opened again and the nice lady with the hypnotic voice entered. Neither Kallen nor Lelouch moved, choosing to just watch her enter instead. She stood above the pair and smiled, shaking her head in amusement. “Awww it looks like our two little stinkers had a lot of fun didn’t they?”

The pair didn’t respond, but they didn’t have to. The panting and the state of their diapers were proof enough. “Well,” tsked the daycare worker, “I hope you’re not too pooped, we have a few more new playmates coming in today and we need you two to give them warm welcomes.”

Kallen’s eyes lit up and she jolted into an upright sitting position. “Mowre fwiends?” she asked.

“Yep!” the woman replied, turning to look back at the door, “In fact, I think one is coming in right now.”

In the doorway stood the sharp jawed gentleman and over his shoulder was a struggling person with their diapered bottom facing the room. He set the girl down gently, pushing her blonde locks out of her face before moving to leave. “You three have fun now!” said the woman closing the door behind her as she followed the man.

Lelouch was now sitting up as well and his and Kallen’s gazes were locked on the young woman wearing a yellow dress that matched theirs along with a pristine white diaper. Her blue eyes shone with concern as she sat there, unsure of how to proceed.

“Kallen? Lelouch?” she asked confused, “What’s going on here? Where are we?”

The pair didn’t answer any of Milly Ashford’s questions, instead just crawling towards her with lust in their eyes, excited to play with a fresh nursery mate.

“Please, what’s going on?” she asked desperately, “They fed me so much of something nasty and that strange swirly video made my head spin. Lelouch, Kallen w-what are you doing? What’s that god-awful smell?”

Milly received no answer, instead the pair pounced on her causing her to let out a scream. They were intent on turning her into a drooling diaper filler just like they were. The first step of that was making her use her diaper just like they’d done in theirs.

Kallen smiled at her new playmate, wondering who else the two nice people would bring to play. “I hope mommy lets me come here tomorrow too.” she thought, bringing her hands down on Milly’s stomach like she had Lelouch’s, eliciting a loud fart from the girl’s crinkly padding.