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A Big Help - Part 7

Published: June 8th 2021, 2:00:06 pm

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"K-Katy, please," Cynthia sniffled, staring up at her from the floor, eyes fixating on the clean diaper in the girl's hand. "I-I'm really sorry, okay? I-I'll do whatever you want, just..."

"Oh, Cindi," Kaitlyn giggled, shaking her head. "Of course you are! It's so cute you think you have any choice in the matter!"

This couldn't be happening... It had been mortifying enough, having her assistant do this to her; a repeat performance, from a student, no less, was, somehow, far worse, something she never would have thought possible. She'd been so sure this part of her life was behind her, that she'd made a new life for herself, turned herself into someone tough enough that, even if they heard tales of her time in kindergarten, they'd never believe it was her... 

Now she was sitting on the floor, diaper dripping and bulging, completely at some awful teenage girl's mercy. She was certain Kaitlyn wouldn't be turning in any more homework for the rest of the year, and that she'd still pass her class with flying colors... She only hoped she didn't have to give every cheerleader the same treatment, or the principal might get suspicious. Even though she knew she was in her classroom, where she had the most power, it was hard not to see it as a nursery now, and that was terrifying... Once this was over, would she ever be able to look at it the same way again?

"You're being awfully quiet, there, Cindi," Katy teased. "Are you too stupid to remember your instructions? Or do you just like sucking your little thumb that much?"

Cynthia's cheeks turned bright red, having almost forgotten about that, despite her thumb still being firmly lodged in her mouth. She tried to remove it, to no avail, simply nursing it harder for her efforts.

"Let's hear what little Cindi has to say," Kaitlyn said at last, breaking off that piece of the hypnosis, allowing the teacher to move her hand away from her face... Though, once she had, Cynthia wasn't sure she really wanted that, since that meant she was going to have to do what Katy wanted. "Go on... Don't you have something to ask me?"

There had to be some other way out of this... She was a teacher, and a full-blown adult, not just technically one because of her age, like Katy. She'd been through far more school than the girl, was older and smarter, and she'd dealt with this before... She ought to be fully prepared for this, but, instead, she'd assumed there was no way it would happen again, and tried to pretend it hadn't happened in the first place.

Kaitlyn arched an eyebrow. "Hmm," she mused. "I guess somebody wants to march down the halls of the school to her car in her bra and a leaky, poopy diaper..."

"No!" Cynthia squealed, swallowing as she screwed up her courage. "Pl-Please, Kaitlyn... C-Could you...?" She whimpered, bouncing in place, not quite able to make the words come out.

"Say it," Katy ordered. "Say it, or the deal is off, and I'm out of here, with your silly big girl clothes."

"C-Could you please change my diaper?" Cynthia blurted out.

"Now, why would I need to do that?" Kaitlyn smirked. "A big, strong, intelligent teacher like you shouldn't need a diaper change, should she? Tell me why you do."

Cynthia shook her head, tears forming in her eyes. "I-I don't... I-I'm not sure..." What did Katy want her to say?! She didn't want to get it wrong, and risk her wrath.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?" Kaitlyn mocked, the words stinging coming from her in her little cheerleading uniform. "Tell me what you did, Ms. Rivero," she said, lowering the diaper, ensuring Cynthia got a good view of it, and the infantile designs dancing across it. "And tell me why you so badly want me to put you in this."

The answer to both of those requests was blindingly obvious, but, of course, that wasn't the point; the point was to make her say it, to force her to admit it out loud. If there had been any question about that, it was answered when Cynthia finally managed to open her mouth again, face burning, and Katy interrupted her.

"Here," she said, shoving the diaper at her. "Why don't you go ahead and hold this for me?"

"Wh-Why?" Cynthia frowned, getting the answer a moment later when the girl reached into her purse again, this time extracting her phone. "K-Katy!" she gasped.

"Do you not want a change?" Kaitlyn glared down at her. "Because I'm happy to do that, too." She bent down, grabbing for the diaper, Cynthia reluctantly moving it out of her grasp. "Good girl. Now, whenever you're ready..."

Cynthia's stomach churned as she stared up at her, at the camera lens on the back of her phone, knowing that, if the knowledge of what was happening here today wasn't enough, this was going to guarantee she was under the cheerleader's thumb for as long as she wanted. The only good thing about that was that Katy would be graduating that year... Cynthia just hoped the video didn't spread to the rest of the cheerleading squad before she left.

"Pl-Please, Kaitlyn," Cynthia nibbled her bottom lip nervously, almost wishing she was still sucking her thumb. She wanted to mumble it, to say it as softly as possible, to leave no chance anyone in the hall outside would overhear, and potentially render the recording unintelligible, but she didn't want to have to do this over and over until Katy was satisfied... And, sound or not, the video itself would be incriminating enough. "I-I peed my pants, so c-can you change me?"

"Your pants?" Katy chuckled. "I don't see any pants there, Cindi... And it's awfully smelly in here for someone who only wet herself..."

She should have known she wouldn't get away with that. She squirmed, feeling the mushy mass in her diaper, cool now, and extra soggy after her latest accident, squelch. "C-Can you please change me, Kaitlyn?" she started over. "I-I used my diaper all up... I-I wet it, and messed it, and it's all leaky... I-I need you to put me in this." She held the diaper up, towards the camera.

"You definitely did," Kaitlyn confirmed. "And you definitely do." She plucked the diaper out of Cynthia's hands, holding it up as she switched the camera to selfie mode. "Don't worry, everyone, I'm going to take such good care of Cindi!"

Thankfully, the phone returned to her purse after that, the cheerleader quickly clearing off the top of the teacher's desk, spreading the diaper out on it, making it look far too much like a changing table for Cynthia's liking, considering she sat there every day, that it had been, before today, like her throne, her seat of power...

"Let's get rid of all of this stuff," Katy said when she was finished with that, turning back to Cynthia and starting to undress her, letting her bra and stockings fall into the yellow puddle on the floor.

"H-Hey!" Cynthia whined. "Th-Those were expensive!"

"Aww," Katy sneered. "And such a waste, too... You won't be needing those anymore."

"Wh-What?" Cynthia swallowed. "I-I still have to get out of here... Y-You said..."

"Don't be such a scaredy-cat," Kaitlyn reprimanded her, pushing her down onto her back and untaping her well-used diaper so she could begin to clean her up. "I have it all under control..."

Caitlyn was glad she wasn't the one having to wipe herself clean, after having spent far too long in her dirty diaper; the feeling of relief didn't last long, however. Once she was naked, and her diaper was rolled up and sealed shut, that meant it was time for a new one.

"Come on," Katy gave the diaper she'd laid out for the teacher on her desk a pat. "Hop on up here!" When Caitlyn didn't immediately obey, she giggled, sitting on the edge of the desk herself. "Come on," she repeated, stroking the open padding. "It's nice, and soft, and thick, and perfect for you... Come on, Ms. Rivero. It's waiting for you."

Cynthia wished Kaitlyn would have called her Cindi then, so she could pretend that was why this was happening, that she had been turned into a little girl again, so that the diaper would make sense. But Kaitlyn steadfastly refused to do that now, addressing her the way she always had in class, before today.

"Good job, Ms. Rivero!" she praised her when she finally gave in, clambering up onto the desk, lowering herself on to the waiting diaper. "Now, we'd better get lots of powder onto you! It seems like you're quite the heavy wetter, and we don't want you getting a rash!"

Cynthia was sure she'd already sweat off most of her expensive perfume earlier in the day, as she tried to keep class after class from realizing she was wearing a messy diaper under her clothes, but any lingering remnants were quickly overpowered as Katy shook a liberal dose of baby powder onto her, giving her a sickly sweet, babyish scent instead, one that any student with a younger sibling was bound to recognize.

"We'd better get this nice and tight!" Katy chanted, pulling the diaper up between her teacher's legs. "No more leakies for you, Ms. Rivero!" Expertly, she sealed the tapes shut, trapping Cynthia in her fresh padding, giving it a pat. "This is just like changing my baby sister!" she declared. "Of course, she hasn't needed any protection in years... Since before you had her in class, in fact."

Cynthia's eyes widened, her head swimming as she looked up at Kaitlyn, suddenly making the connection to the little girl who had been in her kindergarten class when it had all gone down, who, now that she thought about it, did bear a striking resemblance to her, only younger, obviously... "Tricia," the name came to her in a flash. "Y-You're Tricia's sister... Sh-She's the one who told you, didn't she?"

"Maybe you are smarter than you look!" Kaitlyn grinned. "I bet she was more mature than you then, and she definitely is now."

Cynthia knew she should have moved further, should have left this town altogether... It was too late now. "O-Okay," she said, trying to forget about that, to not think that it was thanks to some little girl that she was now back in diapers yet again. "You've had your fun... Can I get dressed now?"

"Of course!" Katy told her, bending down to pick up her fallen outfit, though she didn't hand it to Cynthia as the older woman sat up on her desk, diaper crinkling beneath her. "Oh, silly me... I forgot to bring your clothes with me! You stay right here... I'll go get them."

"Wh-What?" Cynthia's eyes widened. "N-No... Y-You have them right there..."

Kaitlyn glanced down at her armload of clothes. "These? No, no, these won't do at all... Trust me, I have something far better. While I'm gone, why don't you hop down here and clean up this mess you made? You can use these rags." She poked at the discarded bra and stockings with the toe of her sneaker. "We'll just throw them away when you're done."

"B-But they're mine!" Cynthia insisted. "I-I bought them, and..."

"On your hands and knees right now, or I might 'forget' to close the door when I leave!" Katy snapped, pointing to the floor. The poor little teacher, so much shorter and weaker than her, clad in only a diaper, felt herself obeying automatically, their former power dynamic forgotten instantly. "Much better," she nodded, giving the woman's padded bottom a pat. "When I get back, I don't want to see a single drop left on the floor, or you'll regret it. Do you understand?"

Cynthia bobbed her head. "Y-Yes, Kaitlyn..."

"Hmm," Katy cocked her hip, stroking her chin. "That doesn't sound right... I think you ought to call me Miss Katy, don't you?"

Miss Katy... Cynthia didn't know why, but the name sent a shiver of fear down her spine, and the faintest trickle of wetness into her diaper, just enough to make her feel even more humiliated. "Y-Yes, Miss Katy," she agreed anyway, watching the girl strut to the door, glad to see that she did, in fact, shut it behind her.

She could have scrambled over, locked it, kept her from returning... But what would that accomplish? Kaitlyn already had the video, and she'd taken Cynthia's clothes with her... All that was left for her was her bra and stockings, and they were already soaked. She wasn't getting out of here without the cheerleader's help... In whatever form that happened to take.