Shipped Away Pt10

Part 10 - Back to School


Clara crawled along with the noisy surge of diapered half regressed women in school uniforms. She noticed with some discomfort that she partially felt like she really was going back to school, crawling frantically in her diaper to keep up, and cursed the slave centre once again for their effective regression techniques. The waddling 'senior' girls passed her by while she felt particularly stupid and juvenile down on the floor, crawling stupidly in her thick diaper filled with itching powder.

As the crowd slowed she found herself looking around for other crawlers, if only to gravitate towards, but could only see a sea of thighs, diapers, skirts. The whole thing felt just like a flock of noisy school children, and Clara found herself longing for a group, a clique, and new that it was a regressionary thought, and raged at herself. Yet she couldn't help it, right now she didn't want to be there alone amongst the 'senior' girls, and with the new indignation she found herself wanting to sob, wet her diaper, and orgasm, all at once.

They were waiting in a larger wooden foyer room now, and Clara looked around, seeing a larger variety of uniforms in navy, maroon, or black skirts and dresses, and she began wondering what they all meant.

There was a squeal in front of her, and a teenager or girl in her early twenties fell back and landed a diapered bottom right into Clara's face. She blushed and apologised, then chased off after whoever had pushed her. Clara watched the school skirt and diaper bobbing away, and found herself disturbed for how easily some of these girls had fallen into nasty schoolgirl roles. hey were like a gaggle of loud toddlers waddling to their next preschool class, and Clara wondered how long it would take to reduce her to one of them too. One senior, in a slightly more mature skirt and blouse uniform, even waited around looking disinterested while one of the changing slips bounced visibly on the rear of her diaper, seemingly barely put out by the fact that she was standing around in public with soiled pants. She scowled and lifted one leg, reaching around to scratch herself or readjust things a little, but then went back to waddling around on the spot.

Clara blushed at the sight and glanced down, staring at the polished wooden floor now. Yet standing there on all fours in a crowd was its own torture, as her vagina and rear burned with the itching powder which they had forced throughout her diaper as punishment for masturbating. She was half lost in the distracting agony when a voice called out to her.

"Clara?"

She turned and saw a tangle of red hair, and realised that Danni was crawling towards her. She felt some relief at finally having company, at least now she wouldn't have to feel so uniquely pathetic down there on the floor, below that sea of waddling diapers.

"Hey..." Clara said miserably, and Danni simply nodded and pulled in beside her, clad in a similar short dress uniform. They stared around in silence for awhile, unable to see much over the standing slaves.

"I can't believe we're going back to school..." whispered Clara.

Danni raised an eyebrow, "As opposed to the diapers and cribs and shit that we've been using for the last month?" she asked slightly bemused, but also scowling a little as she mentioned the very disturbing fact that they were wearing and used diapers.

"Oh. Right." blushed Clara, realising that she was probably the only one with prior expectations of this place, which hadn't included going to school, whereas for Danni it was all as equally confusing. She should have seen it coming, Clara realised, she had seen pictures after all... Masturbated to them, after all...

She glanced at Danni, sometimes quite worried that they might one day have the unfortunate ability to read her mind, hearing her thoughts about how this had all been her fantasies...

She had grown slightly wet, and it re-triggered the itching powder, and her line of thought was broken as she winced and tried to alternate lifting her legs behind her off of the ground in alternating order.

Danni thankfully didn't catch the display, and seemed to be on the lookout fo something more worrisome. Clara suddenly remembered Danni's inevitable night with Gem, having not seen her since encouraging her to go find a change at the playhouse the afternoon before.

She was about to ask her redhead slave companion about it, when doors swung open, and the crowd surged again. The two girls looked around in confusion and were overtaken by most of the girls, looking at various options of open doorways. A staff member - a nurse in black heels and a tight teacher's dress - appeared and scowled at them, directing them towards one of the open doors with a swat on each of their backsides and instructions to hurry up. The redhead and the fetishist-turned-slave-girl moaned and began into a crawl, Clara felt moist tears and snot forming yet again but forced herself to hold it in - she wasn't going into this room as a bawling baby.

They entered a large classroom, in which heavy wooden desks were lined up with the senior girls all sitting themselves down into them. Clara looked at them worryingly, thinking of having to sit still on such a surface with the itching powder in her diaper, but then a male teacher who was sitting on a desk in front of the blackboard boomed, "Crawlers, into the playpen!" and Clara and Danni bumped into each other as they crawled desperately for a colourful playpen on the opposite wall, situated in the open space between the student's desks and the teacher's.

Several other crawlers were there, still making their way in, and all had a silent nervousness about them which Clara was sure that she recognised from school, as students going into a frightening teacher's classroom and waiting for him to start and have the worst of it over with. Clara for her part only hoped that being in the playpen kept her largely out of any spotlight, needing terrible to thrash and rub at her diaper now. Not that she would make much progress on the surface of the puffed up slippery disposable plastic surface.

"Sasha" the teacher said then, nodding towards the playpen, and a senior girl sitting at the desk closest to the playpen heaved herself up, waddled over, and closed it on the crawlers. Clara blushed, feeling like like a one year old being put away by a two year old.

From the playpen she had a view up all of the skirts under the desks of the senior girls, and rows upon rows of diapers were evident. For many a subtle hand was creeping down and rubbing or scratching, and Clara wondered if a great deal of them might not also be getting off on this to some extent, unless they were just itchy. Who knows what months or years could do somebody in this place, she thought. They all otherwise sat like teenage schoolgirls, seemingly so easily regressed with just the presence of a teacher, classroom, desks, and a blackboard. Looking at some of the pigtailed forms, she wondered if they might not actually be children, but knew that it wasn't true - dressing petite women this way and treating them as such was able to easily accomplish that effect however, and Clara could already imagine many of them being dragged to restaurants by their slave owner parents, where they would be humiliated while being given kids meals, made to talk to the waiters and waitresses politely, and everything else, once they could no longer really believe that they were free willed adults.

Not all of the crawlers were there, she realised, the third from their crib group wasn't after all, nor some of the crawlers from her recent playgroup. The classes must be run split into sizeable rooms, she realised, and she wondered how she would know which room to go to in the future...

The teacher interrupted everybody's thoughts as he slammed a ruler down on his desk. "Now," he bellowed, "I gave each of you homework during the last lesson for coming up with an original nursery rhyme describing your favourite part of being a mommy's or daddy's little angel."

Most of the girls blushed and shifted, none seemed to meet his gaze, but then he slammed his ruler again and they all gripped their desks and stared straight up at him.

"We are now going to do recitals of our poems before the class," he explained, "starting in alphabetical order."

The girls groaned, and the teacher called "Abbie."

A sheepish Asian girl stood and waddled to the front of the room, turned and looked at the class. She blushed and looked down away from the crowd, then glanced at the teacher, realised that he was more scary than public speaking, and turned back to begin her recitation of her poem while hopping from foot to foot in her diaper.

"Ribbons in my hair," she began, stating the name of her poem.

"I love ribbons in my hair,
they flow here, there, and everywhere.
Some are pink, some are yellow.
Some are fun, some are...

Um... some are..."

She stuttered, suddenly looking panicked as she seemed to have forgotten the next bit of her simple rhyme.

She furrowed her brow and quickly began again. "Some are pink, some are yellow. Some are fun, some are..."

The teacher began tapping his foot, and she turned white. Glancing up, she cringed as she explained "Mister Nedrick sir... I can't remember the next bit of my poem..."

He crossed his arms and glared at her, then shook his head. "When I set homework, I expect it to be done. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir" she replied.

"Did your other teachers give you too much homework so that you had no time for my class?"

"No sir" she said, hopping from foot to foot.

"Did you have plenty of free time for such a simple task between then and now?"

"I-I did sir." she replied.

"Did you somehow forget that I had explicitly set homework to be done by this week?"

"No sir..." she whispered, now barely audible.

"Speak up!" he barked.

"No sir!" she shouted. "I didn't forget."

He shook his head at her. "Then why do you not remember your poem? Were you just too lazy to remember it?"

She trembled a little. "I... I guess I must have been sir..." she admitted bitterly.

He smacked his ruler on his desk, and everybody jumped, but she just looked up to him with puppy dog eyes. "Please sir, I've been naughty sir, I need your guidance. Please punish me sir."

Clara thought that she could hear Danni's jaw hit the floor, and she wasn't doing much better. The diapered girl had just begged for a punishment, and now silently placed her hands on the teacher's desk and bent herself over. The large man approached and lifted her skirt, picked up a large paddle from his desk, and then started reigning down smacks hard on her padded rear, and occasionally her thighs.

The girl let out muffled cries with some of the blows, but was otherwise still and obedient. She was becoming the perfect slave, Clara realised, and that was the end point of their time in this horrible regression centre, where they were forced to crawl in diapers which they soiled most completely. She tried to imagine herself ever being able to so sincerely beg for a punishment, but just couldn't see it, yet knew deep down that they all probably started off resistant yet ended up there. She glanced at Danni who was watching the spanking while stunned, and could already see how Danni would one day make an excellent slave girl, curling up in her adopted mommy's lap, suckling a bottle, waiting for her wet diaper to be checked, and then mewling happily as she was set down for a nap in a crib. Clara didn't know how many years it would take, but that was there future, she knew then.

Finally the spanking stopped, the girl stood on weak legs which were bright red near the top, and had tears running down her face. She threw herself into a hug with the teacher, and thanked him for teaching her, to which he leant down and kissed her on the forehead, and sent her back to sit at her desk.

Clara was rubbing her diaper against the floor now, masturbating even despite the itching powder, and knew that she wanted all of that for herself too. She wanted to be spanked over the teacher's desk, humiliated and hugged and kissed, and sent back to her own school desk in a room of diapered girls. Even now, here in this nightmarish centre, her fantasies were too strong to ignore, and she had to stifle a small moan which emanated deep inside her, hoping that the other crawlers only took it as a moan about the nightmarish scene in front of them, rather than Clara being brought to near orgasm wishing that it would happen to her. She knew that when it arrived, she wouldn't want it at all, yet while it was still beyond reach for her, it seemed so deliciously tantalising.

From the front of the room, the teacher boomed. "Being able to invent a cute poem for your future parents is an important part of being a perfect little angel," he explained. "Each of you will emerge from this place able to do so with a genuine smile and a curtsy, before your mommy or daddy's guests if need be, do you all understand?"

"Yes Sir." they all answered obediently, while pigtailed heads nodded around the room. Even one of the crawlers had responded, darting to cover her hands with her mouth when she realised that her group wasn't being spoken to, but being so taken in by the teacher's frightening demand for an answer.

Danni crawled to the back, and Clara looked over to see the redhead sitting on the bulk of the diaper between her legs, forward on her hands and looking desperately miserable. She crawled over to join her, and Danni simply whispered "That's going to be us, isn't it?" to which Clara nodded her head in silence, then watched as the next girl rose to read her poem.

--

Eventually the whole senior class had gone up to the front of the room and humiliated themselves. Two more earned spankings from the man, but most recited cute little poems on what they loved about their second baby life. There were odes to rattles and dollies, morning highchair feedings and loving bathtimes, talks of how they had been freed from their past false life, which the teacher nodded most vigorously for. Those confused girls - who had perhaps been originally faking it and then accidentally started to believe it - would make excellent slaves, fearing the mythical adulthood and being unsure about even calling for help in public, not knowing whether they wanted truly to return there. A girl got up and waddled by with one of the changing slips on the back of her diaper, and read her poem all the same, not distracted by what must have been an early morning poop.

Watching the show, Danni had whispered to Clara, "We have to get out of here." Clara only nodded.

Clara was distracted with a toy block which she had found, which she was now subtely grinding against trying to solve her itching powder situation, thankfully which was somehow better now - or which Clara had perhaps just gotten used to.

The teacher had eventually reached G in his alphabetical list, and suddenly called out "Gemma."

Clara and Danni came to instant attention, glad to be hiding down in the crawler pen at the front side of the classroom.

The blonde waddled down the aisles smiling, pigtails swinging as she went. Reaching the front of the room, she looked up with trained wide eyed innocence at her teacher, and stated "I have two poems! I had one prepared, which I think is really good, but just thought of another one then."

The teacher nodded, and Gem beamed, then moved to recite her poem to the entire room.

"My little sister Danni" she beamed.

Danni whispered "Oh fuck me... She wouldn't..."

Gem didn't hear, nor even looked over, and continued with her poem.

"My little sister Danni,
is such a little treat.
We played all last night,
building quite a heat.

I let her play,
a few silly little games,
And even showed her some new ones,
which left her amazed.

All in all,
I think I made my mark.
She's my little sister,
with a special place in my heart."

Gem grinned and a few of the senior girls smirked, while Danni hid at the back of the playpen and was glowing bright red.

The teacher looked at Gem curiously. "Does that mean that you two were up all night playing, instead of sleeping sweetly as you're supposed to do at light' out?"

"Oh no sir" Gemma smiled. "It was me... me... metamaphoremorical sir" she said, showing her excellent toddler abilities. "We played early on, but I slept really well once lights were out."

The teacher nodded and Gem then went back to her original peom, having made her point regarding having claimed ownership of Danni through the raw act of sexual conquest.

"Mister Nedricks' Class" began Gem, with a huge angelic grin.

"I love Mister Nedricks' class,
whether it is held inside or out on the grass.
He teaches us manners,
and all the right grammars,
And with it he shall help us all pass."

She smiled and looked at Mr Nedricks, who nodded but wasn't too impressed, and sent the blonde bully and suckup bouncing gleefully back to her desk.

Clara shuddered and sunk further into the back of the playpen, deciding that she had seen enough.

--

Following Mr Nedricks' class, the girls switched rooms with another set, and had a session with Miss Cagstein. She marched around the room with a cane, while the girls stood in an open classroom this time, staring ahead at the wall.

"Yes Mommy." they all said in unison, practising the brainwashing line.

"Yes Daddy."

"Whatever you say, Mommy and Daddy."

"I love my mommy or daddy, so very very much!"

"I was very naughty mommy!"

"Yes daddy, I need a spanking for my own good."

"I love you daddy!"

"Yes daddy, up my bottom is ok."

"I want it there daddy."

"Mommy, please, let the nurse put it up there."

"Please mommy, I love you so much, I can't bear to be without you!"

"Mommy? Boob drink?"

The indoctrination went on the full hour, girls occasionally screaming as they received a caning for messing it up in some way. Clara realised that she would have to learn how to do this just from watching the senior toddlers before she was finally one of them, or would be in for a lot of punishments from Miss Cagtein herself. Glancing at the earlier crawlers, she saw that some of them were staring and whispering along with the standing girls, trying to learn the lines. Clara glanced nervously at the militia men who stood imposingly against the opposite wall, watching the slave women, and shuddered. She focused on the girls repeating their brainwashing lines, and began whispering each one in repetition a moment after the group.

"Yes Mommy..." she found herself saying. "Please Nanny, I've been very naughty, I need a spanking."

The chants grew into situational relevant lines, and Clara realised that that they were practising with what to say to strangers should they be separated from their slave owner.

"Sir.. Ma'am.. I've lost my Mommy or Daddy, and am not old enough to wander on my own."

"I'm just a little girl"

"I'm tall for my age."

"Please sir, ma'am, I was just being dramatic, ignore what I said before, I tell stories like that all the time."

"No ma'am I was just throwing a tantrum, really, I'm sorry. Please help me find my Mommy and Daddy, I don't know what came over me. That trapped in diapers thing is just one of my silly stories."

"Yes ma'am, I am quite a handful"

"No sir, I was just being naughty with my imagination, please talk to my daddy about it first, he will explain."

"Mommy! Daddy! I missed you!"


It seemed like a lifetime later when the chants finally ended. When it was over, Clara feared that she would still be able to hear the words echoing in her head at every moment from then on. She could already picture herself, lying in her crib at night, whispering the lines in practice until she was as good as them.

Danni whispered to Clara, "There's no way that this would work on me..."

"Try saying it over and over for months or years" replied Clara, sulking. "Combined with everything else here..."

Danni looked concerned, then defeated, then nodded.

Clara had no doubt that this centre knew exactly how to reprogram its slave women this way, and that every single crawler had thought that she wouldn't be affected by it, that she could fake it without ever actually making it. But Clara knew better, and already began to picture what it would be like when she was truly broken, and would come bounding up to the cruel mommy who her captors had promised, right back at the beginning.

Some of the girls were tested on individual chants now - one empathetically begged a fictional stranger not to take her story about being an adult woman in diapers seriously, that it was all dramatic, and even started crying as she begged the invisible civilian not to believe any of it and to just take her back to her mommy and daddy, suddenly fearing their wrath would be even worse if she didn't at least try to undo her mistake.


Finally the stern woman's class was over and the whole group was reunited in a large dancing hall for ballet. The crawlers were put in leotards and tutus all the same, but looked like ridiculous babies as the pink and white leotards stretched over their giant diapers, while they were unable to stand and could simply crawl in their special group getting pre-ballet training. Clara made a few leg kicks, winced against the itching powder, and felt herself running wet from arousal during the whole thing. The standing girls waddled around in their tutus looking cute, performing a variety of pretty dance manoeuvres that so many buyers would like to see their new daughters making.

Some of the girls seemed to even be having genuine fun, as they showed off dance moves to each other and seemed to have lost their ability to see their own indignant new selves at times any more. Clara remembered Sarah Jane Emily's words, about how all of them were picked for being suitable for this, and suspected that there was some truth to that. She spotted Sarah Jane, in a black tutu with white leggings, logging like a goth china doll as ever, and doing high kicks for a teacher while her face wore a complete deadpan expression.


Finally they were released, emerging out into sunshine in high-walled play yard for a recess. Clara could only hope that there wouldn't be more school after this, it was making it extra difficult to rub away at her diaper which was all that she wanted to do any more, though for entirely different reasons to the erotic afternoon before.

Back in her school dress, she entered the yard late, and crawled around on the grass until she found Danni. The girls had filled a variety of sandpits, shady tree spots, and seats along the side of the building where drink taps were available.

"Clara" Danni asked carefully, "Do you think that I could pass for a little girl? In public I mean?"

Clara looked away, already knowing the answer. "Not in that comically thick diaper no, but, like, in a dress and overalls, with pigtails or something, yeah, probably. Not everybody here will be in public though" she said hopefully, realising after that it wasn't really any help.

Danni sat silently. "And I'd have to play along to some mommy or daddy? I wouldn't even be able to help it."

"Pretty much, I think" Clara answered gloomily. "They'll know when we're truly broken, they've done this before, and then we'll go squealing to some mommy or daddy and load our diapers and blush, but I think that deep down we'll still know exactly what's wrong, but will by then just be unable to stop ourselves any more.

"Just surrendered..." thought Danni out loud.

"Yeah... It's already so hard to imagine trying to go back to my adult life after this... Explaining this... It almost seems easier to just play along from here on out now. At least nobody outside of this will ever know about my humiliation then..."

Danni nodded, knowing that it was foolish defeatist logic, but knowing that it spoke to her.

"By the way..." began Clara nervously, wondering how best to broach the question, "How was, um, Gem, in a crib last night?"

Danni turned beat red and instantly looked away. "Let's talk about something else" she said quickly.

Clara nodded slowly, not feeling any more enthusiastic about he night ahead now. She sighed and shifted in her itchy diaper, began scratching at it having long since given up trying to hide it now, and decided that she wanted to whine about it more than keep it secret at this point. "Fuck..." she whispered, "They put itching powder in my diaper, and it's been driving me mad all day..."

Danni looked down at Clara's puffy humiliation pants, mortified. "Why'd they put itching powder in your diaper?" she asked, gaping.

"I, uh..." Clara stumbled, realising that eventually Danni would now find out that itching powder was used on girls who masturbated, and then would realise that Clara was masturbating in her enema filled diaper on her first day, and then... well, Clara just hoped that Danni wouldn't put two and two together beyond that, and only presume that Clara was just an overly horny individual, rather than being a huge secret fetishist for all of this, and possibly having written some of the horrific scenarios which they themselves were encountering.

"I um got in trouble" she simplified, leaving it at that.

"Shit, there she is" Danni said, suddenly distracted.

Clara glanced up in confusion, and then spotted Gem and three other girls waddling about.

"Let's face the other way." she suggested.

"We'll stick out in these uniforms" Danni reminded Clara, "We should go join some of the other crawlers in a sandpit, at least then we can't be cornered alone like jail toys for those girls."

Clara nodded, and they both began quickly crawling for the sandpit. She looked around, and finally saw Sarah Jane talking to some other senior girls, sitting in the shade on a small ledge of the large outer wall around their play area. She wanted to go there for help, but suddenly felt too babyish, being a crawler and all, and felt that Sarah Jane was her big sister but even that didn't let her cross school social bounds.

'Oh, poor little fetish girl' she mocked herself, 'Trapped in her sexual fantasy and oh so horrified.'

They reached the pit and were exhausted, and Clara wondered how long it would be until they stopped being crawlers. There were other crawlers here, and yet only Clara's group was considered new, so she realised with some disappointment that it would be weeks, if not months, before she walked - or waddled - again.

Perhaps if she put on an angel act, she thought, she might be able to speed things up. The thought struck her then, that such thinking was likely exactly what had caused some of the other girls to fall into their baby states - thinking that they could fake being regressed angels, but then it backfiring as it became natural for them. But to not be a crawler, she thought, might be worth meeting that inevitable regressed state anyway...

They found protection from Gem in the sandpit, but then suddenly seemed out of place there. Clara and Danni took positions and joined in the construction of the waterway which the girls were building to entertain themselves, seemingly long since having gotten over the shocking realisation that this was incredibly childish.

"The river is going to go from there to here" explained one girl, pointing.

"Oh," Clara replied nodding, and began digging her section. She found it harder to grind her diaper for relief on the sand, but couldn't bring herself to just awkwardly get back up and leave the sandpit now.

Soon one of the girls picked up the bucket of water which sat at the end of the pit, and poured it into the beginning of their combined river. They all watched in fascination as their work was put to the test, and the water ran through the snaking path which they had dug, passing between the small sand-pile "buildings" which lined the banks.

Clara stared, and felt relief when her section working out ok. She realised that she was happy for having done well in a preschool sandpit, and wanted to kick herself, but was too tired to care for long. Instead she simply watched the water continue to see how the other girls' sections did, and joined in a bit of communal sense of triumph when the whole river worked from end to end.

They were interrupted by a teacher's call. "Lunchtime girls!" came a woman's voice, and they all looked up, staring hungrily at small tables covered with triangle sandwiches which had their crusts cut off. Together they started crawling towards the preschool lunch, and Clara wondered what she had become.


To be continued...


The confusing lives of diapered adult school girls...