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Clarissa - Part 10

Published: July 6th 2020, 2:00:03 pm

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"Well?" Jessie turned, looking at Ms. Barlow hopefully. "How did I do?"

Clarissa whimpered behind her paci-gag as the teacher stepped forward, examining the diapers that had been pinned around her waist, tugging at them, patting them, nodding slowly. "Looks all right to me. What do you think, Clara?"

She reached up, unhooking the gag, freeing Clarissa's mouth. The little pop star was confused, wondering if this was a trick of some kind, or a test... Why did she care what she had to say?! She hadn't so far. She wracked her brain for something clever to say, or something that might be the 'right' answer, but, instead, could only whine out her true feelings, which were, "It'th too thick!"

"Oh, no!" Ms. Barlow gasped in faux shock. "Is it too big for the little baby?"

Clarissa knew she'd made a mistake, but it was too late to take it back. She struggled against her restraints, watching helplessly as the woman pulled out one more diaper, a blue one, pinning it up over all the other ones. "How about that?" she teased, not waiting for a response this time, capping the massive amount of padding off with a pair of plastic pants.

"You did very well," Ms. Barlow told Jessie, patting her on the head. "The amount you put on her would have been fine, I'm sure... But she needs to learn not to complain. That doesn't make things better, does it?" She turned back to Clara, tapping her on the nose before undoing the cuffs around her wrists. "Your diapers are never too thick, young lady, and never too exposed... Any time you pout about them, we can just make them worse, until you're crawling around the school because you can no longer walk with all that padding, wearing nothing except your diapers. Is that what you want?" Clarissa shook her head fearfully. "Well?" the teacher demanded. "Is it?"

"N-No, ma'am," Clara answered out loud.

"I didn't think so," Ms. Barlow nodded, tying a bright yellow bonnet around the girl's head. "The sooner you accept that you're nothing but a helpless little baby, the easier this will be for you. I promise, the end result will be the same either way."

Clarissa couldn't help wondering yet again how Jennifer could have possibly chosen a school like this for her. How could they possibly have hidden away every hint of what they were really up to out of all their literature, their entire internet presence? If she couldn't find her way out of here, she wasn't going to be fit to star in any movie, or anything at all outside of perhaps some diaper ads.

She jumped, giggling despite herself at the feeling of her socks being slid off. Ms. Barlow noticed, of course, giving the girl's wiggling feet a tickle, making Clara squirm, laughing harder, blushing as she felt a helpless trickle of warmth dribble its way out into her pants. Thankfully, the teacher took mercy on her, for once, and stopped, replacing those socks with booties, then slipping thick mittens over the girl's hands. For a final touch, she tied a bib around Clarissa's neck, then helped her down off the table.

She didn't go far, however, simply back over in front of the crib, where Ms. Barlow had her sit again, Jessie appearing behind her with a baby bottle of water. "Not thiwsty," she sniffed, having been fed her fill before her nap.

"And here I'd thought you learned your lesson," the teacher sighed. "Are you really that dumb, Clara? Or has the hypnosis already started working that well?"

Clara stared up at her, confused for a moment, feeling as stupid as the woman was calling her, until she remembered the last conversation. "Thowwy!" she gasped. "Th-Thank you, Mith Jethie!" she crawled over to the girl eagerly, trying to pretend she wanted to have to drink more, that she was excited for it.

"Much better," Ms. Barlow patted her padded bottom. "But sit down... I don't want you choking yourself because you're trying to do too much at the same time."

Clarissa plopped down, leaning against the crib, Jessie sitting down beside her, cradling the girl's head in her arm, Clara forcing herself to keep up the act as she eyed the bottle anxiously, watching it approach her mouth. It was a small comfort when Jessie handed it over to her, but not much of one, since she knew she was still going to be expected to drink it all. With the mittens, Clara had to hold it in both hands, forcing herself to bring the nipple up to her mouth and start drinking, terrified of the consequences if she didn't.

"Very good," Ms. Barlow said, although, Clara realized, not to her. "It's always smart to support their heads if they're drinking in this position... The silly things might lean their necks back too far. You just can't trust them, no matter how big they think they are."

"Yeah," Jessie giggled, smiling over at the diapered girl beside her, obediently sucking away at her bottle. With a smirk, she reached over, giving the diaper a prod. "Oh, my God!" she squealed. "She's wetting again already!"

Clarissa blushed, wanting to point out that it wasn't true, that she was only wet because she'd gotten tickled, and it wasn't happening now, with the other girl's hand on her diaper... But, in all honesty, she wasn't sure if that was true or not. And, even if it was, it wouldn't really help her cause, since her plastic pants had barely gotten pulled up before that had happened. So, instead, she concentrated on her bottle, telling herself that the warmth she was feeling in her diapers was just from how bulky they were, and how the plastic pants were trapping the heat in there... She definitely wasn't in the midst of using them again now, so soon after getting changed...