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Clarissa - Part 13

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

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"I-I'm really sorry, Jessie," Clara sniffled, squirming in the larger girl's grip, trying to break her wrist free of her hand. "I-I was just embarrassed..." 

"Oh, silly baby," Jessie sighed. "There's no reason to be embarrassed! This is what you are now! In fact..."

Clara gasped as Jessie tugged her skirt down, pushing her back down onto her bed to tug it off her feet before tossing it aside. "Jessie!" Clarissa squealed, reaching for the discarded garment, then, after getting yanked back to her feet, using her free hand to pull at the hem of her shirt as she was dragged towards the door. "Everyone's gonna see!"

"This is a small school," Jessie informed her. "They'll know in a day or two anyway... It's better to just get it over with, let them see right away. It'd be gossip otherwise, and everyone would be trying to get a peek; this way, you won't have to worry about anyone pantsing you, or ripping off your skirt to see if its true..."

"Because you already did," Clarissa grumbled, stomach churning as her roomie opened the door out into the hallway.

"Only for your own good," Jessie claimed with a grin. "I've been around for a while... I know what's best."

That definitely wasn't how it felt, though, as Clara was pulled through the school, her soggy diaper on full display, seeing the other students staring and giggling to one another while she fought desperately to dig her heels in, make Jessie stop. It was surprising how strong the girl was... Or, perhaps, how little Clarissa was able to resist her.

Jessie barged right into another, surprisingly large, room, where a very pretty woman in a nurse's uniform was taking care of a girl around Clara's age, sitting on an exam table, a bubblegum pink Band-Aid on her knee, looking extremely anxious as the nurse prepared a shot for her. "Everything all..." the nurse started to ask, smirking at the sight of Clarissa. "I can take care of that in a minute."

"No need," Jessie chirped. "I'll do it!"

The nurse looked surprise, but shrugged. "Let me know if you need any help."

"Don't worry," Jessie turned her attention back to Clara. "I have it all under control." 

Clarissa was manhandled past the exam tables, back to a whole row of changing tables, where she was stripped down to her socks. At first, she was worried the other patient there was going to make fun of her, but, as uselessly attempted to hide her nudity, she overheard her pleading, "I-I don't really need that! I-It's just a scrape! I'll be fine!"

"I wouldn't want you getting an infection," the nurse cooed. "Don't you worry... There are only a few side effects, and most of them can be handled with a simple little diaper."

"No!" the girl groaned. "I-I'm not like those other girls! I-I don't need diapers!"

"Not yet," the nurse agreed, the implication that the statement wouldn't be true for long very clear.

"Now," Jessie interrupted Clara's horrified eavesdropping, "I don't like having to do this, Clara, but you have to learn not to hide your little accidents like this... They're a natural part of wearing diapers, and being a big baby like you. You should have told me right away, or, at the very least, not lied to me when I asked you directly."

"J-Jessie!" Clara whimpered, watching the girl pull a pink paddle from the shelf sitting beside the changing table. "I-I'm sorry! Pl-Please... W-We're roommates!"

Except... That wasn't all, was it? Clara frowned, this whole thing suddenly feeling very familiar as Jessie turned her around, bent her over the changing table, swatting her exposed backside, her squeals of pain mixing with the protests of the other patient there. Clara's bottom was already sore, so it didn't take long to have her bawling, Jessie thankfully taking pity on her then... Though not enough not to push her up onto the changing table.

"Pl-Please, no," Clara tried once more, blurting out, "I-I don't need diapers!" before realizing she was echoing the other girl's words, with, presumably, the same results.

"Such a fussy baby," Jessie shook her head. "But I know how to take care of that."