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Clarissa - Part 11

Published: August 6th 2020, 2:01:01 pm

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How could Jessie do this to her?! She was a student here herself... She had to know how insane all of this was, how wrong it was for her to participate in it... Unless they'd brainwashed her. Honestly, that seemed very possible, given everything that had happened to Clarissa already. There was a chance Jessie had started out like her - except, probably less famous - and now look at what they'd done to her...

Finally, Clarissa finished her bottle, Jessie taking it away from her, sliding the pacifier gag back into her mouth immediately, before Clara could try to talk to her, to reason with her. She whined, helpless, watching Jessie stand up and walk away, frowning as she felt something in her diaper. Cautiously, she reached down, pushing at her padding, realizing that she was wetting herself yet again, feeling it even through her mittens.

"Noo," she whimpered behind her paci, but there was no denying it this time, just like there was no stopping herself, no halting the trickle of pee-pee into her Pampers. They'd done it; in the span of less than a day, they'd turned her into a baby.

She glanced up at herself, the image of herself in the mirror not helping matters. She definitely didn't look like a big girl, much less a celebrity... Not to mention the fact that she could see she was wrong, that she'd only been given a regular pacifier, not the gag. She attempted to spit it out, to allow herself to speak, however, despite clearly seeing there was nothing keeping it in, it refused to budge from her mouth.

"There," Ms. Barlow grinned, pointing at the sniffling, regressed pop star beside the crib, Jessie turning to stare at her as well. "That's it... That's the moment. She knows it's hopeless now, that we have her... And you were a part of that. Great work! You're going to make teacher in no time."

Clara groaned, continuing to piddle in her diaper, continuing to suck her pacifier, unable to do much else, other than be an object lesson, apparently. She wished the woman's words weren't true, but... What could she do?! 

"Now, now, Clara," the teacher walked over to her, kneeling down, wiping away her tears. "There's no need to cry... I have a little secret for you."

Clarissa was sure it wasn't going to be anything good, probably nothing she wanted to hear, but she couldn't stop it, either, her weak attempts to push Ms. Barlow away so weak they weren't even acknowledged as she leaned in closer to her victim's ear.

"I'm going to reverse all this," she whispered.

Clara frowned, confused. Was she lying? Was this a trick of some kind, to get her hopes up? Why would the woman think she was going to believe her, after everything she'd done?! And yet, she couldn't help doing exactly that, her heart fluttering at the idea of getting to go back to her old self.

"You see, Clara," Ms. Barlow elaborated, "This is fun, and you are definitely going to end up here eventually... But doing it all like this, all at once, is hardly efficient. It's too big of a change for your little brain to handle... It would take nearly constant reinforcement to last. Whereas, with our regular classes, we'll break you down into this, slowly and properly, and it will be much harder - basically impossible, really - for you to resist, or break through once we're finished with you. We can send you out into the real world and know that you'll stay the proper little baby doll we turned you into. This was just a little preview."

Clarissa wasn't sure how to respond... It was good to hear this wasn't permanent, of course, but it sounded like that wasn't going to be the case next time around... If she was allowed to go back to her old, big girl, self, then maybe she'd be able to find a way out of this place, stop it before she got back to this point... Or she'd get caught doing that, and punished more.

"Aww," Jessie pouted, walking over, making it clear - as if it hadn't been already - that it wasn't really a secret. "You're getting rid of all of it? But she's so cute..."

"Well," Ms. Barlow smirked down at Clara, "Maybe not all of it." Before Clara could even attempt to ask what that meant, the woman snapped her fingers, and the girl was out like a light.

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Clarissa groaned, sitting up in bed, head fuzzy. That had been such a strange, intense dream... But, already, she was forgetting exactly why, what had happened. She looked around, confused, her memories not entirely clear, either, realizing the Headmistress must have sent her to her room for a nap after her last spanking.

She pushed her blanket aside, wrinkling her nose at the sight of the diaper beneath the short skirt. She'd known it was there, obviously - it was impossible to ignore that bulk between her thighs - but seeing it was something else completely. Why had she agreed to this? How long was she going to be stuck here?!

She jumped at the sound of the door opening, flinching as she heard herself let out a frightened squeak. "Sorry!" another voice, one that seemed familiar, for some reason, responded. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

Clara turned, saw a face that, like the voice, she felt like she should know, but couldn't identify, no matter how hard she tried. She looked nice, not much taller than Clara, herself, definitely not a threat of any kind. "S-Sorry," she blushed. "I-I'm just a little jumpy..."

"That's natural," the girl replied. "You're in a new place! It's nice to meet you... I'm your roommate, Jessie! And you're Clara, right?" She smiled, walking over to the bed, pausing beside it, her eyes fixated on Clarissa's diaper. 

Clara rolled her eyes at herself; she probably couldn't have kept the things secret from her roomie for long, but she should have at least made an effort. "I-I don't really..." she started to explain.

"Do you... need a change?" Jessie asked diplomatically.

"O-Of course n...!" Clara shook her head, noticing, only then, that they were, indeed, growing warmer around her bottom, and, no matter what she did, she couldn't stop it. It must have been because Jessie's arrival scared her... That had to be it... It wasn't like she actually needed diapers... She was a big girl, after all. "N-No," she fibbed, pulling the covers back over her crotch, immaturely not thinking about how she was going to get out of this - the situation, or the diaper - without alerting Jessie to her lie. "I-It's just... the lighting in here."