Sadie Migure was a college tutour. She was not pleased when the Regression Revolution inevitably made its way into her classroom. In her mind, it was her students own business to practice whatever kinks or lifestyles they wanted to in their private lives, they were adults after all. However, young adults coming into her class in childish attire or outright disrupting her teaching lesson by staging a loud and dramatic accident in their diapers, it beggered belief!
So, normally mild mannered and tolerant Ms. Migure snapped at her students, using the term 'grow up', along with a profanity. Following student complaints, Sadie found herself out in front of the college Dean. She tried to plead her case that it was unreasonable to teach student who acted like they were in kindergarten, not college. However, the Dean had recently attended a conference in which other colleges across the country had mentioned the same phenomenon. They sensed the winds of change and cast their mind to an bleak student enrolment forecasts for the coming years, they couldn't afford one of the tutors actively deterring students. The Dean decided that Sadie could benefit from some 'perspective'.
Every evening, after classes, Sadie waddles to the Dean's office to have her colourful adult diaper changed. It doesn't matter if the Dean is halfway through a meeting. Sadie still has to lay down on the changing mat, have her legs raised in the air, bottom wiped cleaned, powdered and taped into a clean diaper. Before taping her up, the Dean usually inserts a suppository into her exposed bottom, unless it's been reported that she has been particularly well behaved. Which is especially humilating when other people are staring at you. The Dean simply talks over her while changing her, as if she is too young to be part of any conversation. One time when she spoke up the Dean smacked her still raised bottom and told her, "the grown-ups are talking."
After her change Sadie has to sit in a highchair and grade her student assignments for the evening. She no longer needs to have her wrists and ankles restrained, she has gradually resigned herself to unorthox regression training. Never the less she is not allowed to leave the highchair until she has finished her marking for the evening. Which means she has to sit in her cushy diaper, feeling her bowels bubbling from the suppository inside her, trying to maintain her focus as the pressure to go potty builds.
To date, Sadie has never made it out of the highchair before her quivering sphincter betrays her and hot mess squirts uncontrollably into the seat of diaper. The Dean always sighs and gives her a moment to finish filling her diaper before changing her yet again.
Oh well, Sadie was clever woman, eventually she would put two and two together and work out that if stared voluntarily messing her diapers then the Dean wouldn't give her suppositories anymore. Just like the Dean had stopped giving her duertics once she had reliably started coming to his office in a soggy diaper. Hopefully she would soon embrace the ABDL lifestyle so that the Dean could stop the whole sordid lesson before there was any perminant effect on Sadie's potty training.
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