princesspottypants
A Big Help - Part 12
Published: November 8th 2021, 3:00:09 pm
That was pretty much how her days went from then on: trying to avoid the creepy janitor, who no doubt noticed the diapers keep appearing in her garbage can, who she was certain was constantly trying to peek under her skirt, or search her pants for a bulge, while she absolutely dreaded her final class, and the cheerleading practice afterwards, knowing that they'd both be utterly mortifying... Even more-so when the hypnosis wore off on the bus ride home. Thankfully, she wasn't always messy for that ride, but it happened more often than she'd care to admit.
It was one of those lucky days when she wasn't - although she had been quite soggy by the time practice was over, earning her a scolding from Miss Katy for not asking for a change, telling her that if she'd leaked, she would have been made to march to the janitor's closet and ask for supplies to clean it up herself - and all she had to worry about was shuffling off the bus at her stop, tugging at the tiny cheerleading skirt to keep her diaper hidden, and holding her bladder to make sure she didn't leak now, before she could get home to her toilet...
Until she stepped off the bus, and saw who was waiting for her at her front door. Immediately, her stomach began to churn, and she turned around, instinctively wanting to hop back on, only to find the door already closing, leaving her stranded there, at her own house. She nibbled at her bottom lip, barely stopping herself from popping her thumb into her mouth again, turning back and toddling to her home, opening her mouth to ask, "What do you want, Kaitlyn? You have no business here, young lady."
Before she could get more than the first few words out, the cheerleader smirked, crossed her arms, Cynthia noticing then the bag at her feet. "Let's let little Cindi join the class," she said, and, in an instant, all the fight, all the defiance, melted out of the teacher, her finger trailing to her mouth after all, a dribble of warmth making its way into her diaper.
"Hello, sweetie!" Kaitlyn smiled, kneeling down in front of her. "Do you remember me? I'm your babysitter! We're going to have so much fun today! Now, tell me... Do you remember where you put the key your Mommy gave you?"
Cindi shook her head blankly, Kaitlyn not hesitating one bit to take her bag from her and start to dig through it until she found her keyring. "There we go!" she declared. "No problem!" She smiled, glancing back at Cindi to hand the bag back. "Oh... Well, maybe one, huh?"
Cindi frowned, lowering her head to follow her gaze, squeaking slightly when she saw a yellow trickle winding down the inside of her thighs. "It's okay," Kaitlyn patted her on the head. "Do you think your babysitter doesn't know how to take care of a little issue like that?" She reached into her own bag, pulling out a changing pad, spreading it out right there on the front porch.
"Come on," she urged, giving it a pat. "We don't want you leaking all over your Mommy's nice floors, do we? Because then I'd have to spank you, and I don't want to do that... You don't want me to do it, either, do you?"
"N-No!" Cindi squealed, rubbing her bottom, hearing the diaper rustle.
"Then sit yourself down, silly, and I'll get you out of that outfit, and your wet pants... I think you've played enough dress-up for today."
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Cindi did feel self-conscious as her babysitter stripped her down, right there, sitting on the porch on a changing pad, but she also felt too small, too helpless, to do anything to stop it, nursing her thumb until Kaitlyn needed to get her shirt off, at which point, the sitter replaced it with a pacifier, giving her something else to suck on as she lifted her arms over her head.
"Now, lie down," Kaitlyn purred. "Good girl..." She untaped the diaper, gently wiping the girl's wet skin, cleaning her off, slipping the soaked garment out from under her. "Hmm... You know what? Let's let little Cindi go home for the day."
In a flash, Cindi was gone, and Cynthia had returned; the embarrassment of the mentally younger version of her was nothing compared to what the fully grown teacher was feeling now, lying naked on her porch, knowing it was all thanks to one of her students. "What do you think...?!" she hissed from behind the pacifier, blushing and reaching up to yank it out.
Kaitlyn's hand shot up, pinning Cynthia's to her face, both of them now holding the paci into place. "I'd be careful what you do, young lady," she grinned. "If you misbehave even once, I'm going to make you even more humiliated... And I think, by now, you know that I'm capable of that."
Cynthia swallowed, her mouth automatically starting to move around her pacifier, to suck on it once more, aware, from her time being hypnotized, of how comforting that was, and how much she needed it, since Kaitlyn was right... She was quite aware of how far the girl was willing to go. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she mumbled softly.
"That's what I thought," Kaitlyn beamed. "Now, we'd better get little Cindi into a fresh diaper before she has another accident, don't you think?"
Cynthia couldn't help wrinkling her nose, but she nodded anyway, her mortification amplified by the fact that she knew how old she was, what her position over Kaitlyn ought to be... And yet, here she was, obediently lifting her bottom so the girl could slide a new diaper under her and powder her up. Kaitlyn took her time, adjusting the padding, getting the position of each tape exactly right, luxuriating in watching her teacher squirm before, finally, smoothing the final one into place, getting her properly diapered.
"Up you go!" Kaitlyn urged condescendingly.
"B-But..." Cynthia wiggled her bottom, diaper crinkling.
"What was that?" the cheerleader raised an eyebrow, and Cynthia shook her head quietly, scrambling to her feet, arms writhing as they attempted to cover her bare chest, her exposed diaper, every bit of herself. "I thought so... Let's see, which of these keys is it?"
Cynthia groaned, bouncing anxiously in place as Kaitlyn went through her keyring, trying each of them in the front door, almost as if she knew which the right one was, and was intentionally using every other one first, forcing Cynthia to stand there as long as possible before, finally, the lock clicked, and she opened the door. Cynthia toddled inside gratefully, not even caring when Kaitlyn scolded her for sitting on her own sofa, telling her, "Babies like you sit on the floor, sweetie."
In fact, Kaitlyn spread the changing pad back out on the floor, giving Cynthia an assigned spot to sit, and the floor an extra layer of protection, while she searched her bag further, producing, this time, a childish pink and white dress, overflowing with lace and ribbons and ruffles... As infantile as it was, it would have been miles better than just a diaper while she was out on her porch.
"Why didn't..?" she whined.
"Are you questioning me, young lady?" Kaitlyn asked, and Cynthia shook her head, staying silent while the student pulled the dress over her head, then ordered her down onto the floor, setting dolls in front of her. "Here you go, Cindi," she said. "Play."
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It was almost worse this way, Cynthia knowing that she was an adult, yet compelled to obey Kaitlyn's every word, as if she were little Cindi still. She sat on the floor in the dress and diaper, playing with her dolls, having to be as enthusiastic about it as a real toddler, knowing that, if she wasn't, Kaitlyn would regress her once more... Or worse.
After a little while, Kaitlyn switched on the TV, turning it, of course, to a kids' station, to a show made for toddlers, one of those mind-numbing shows where the characters talked to the screen. She blushed in embarrassment, knowing that, in this scenario, it was her they were supposedly speaking with, their very tone, and the simplicity of their questions, making her feel so much more babyish...
"What's wrong, Cindi?" Kaitlyn mocked. "Couldn't you find the pink object, either?"
"Yes!" Cynthia pouted, glaring back at her; how could anyone not have?! It was almost bigger on the screen than the character herself!
"Then why didn't you help your little friend out? That's not very nice... If you can't play nice, then maybe little Cindi ought to be here instead..."
"No!" Cynthia shook her head.
"Apologize," Kaitlyn ordered, as if the show were real, as if the character had any idea what they were doing, or would have cared that she wasn't participating in the first place.
Stifling a sigh of annoyance, Cynthia told the screen, "I'm sorry! I'll do better!" And, unfortunately, with Cynthia sitting behind her, watching, she had no choice but to follow through, answering back to the screen, feeling absolutely ridiculous the whole time, until, finally, she waved goodbye as the show ended, grateful for the coloring book she was given to occupy her afterwards.
She couldn't believe she, an adult, a teacher, was having to spend her afternoon as a giant toddler while her student 'babysat' her. It was hard to think of much more humiliating than this... Until she thought about what had been happening at school since she'd lost control to Kaitlyn there as well.
Grumbling into her paci, she laid forward on her tummy, coloring away, surprised at how much she was inadvertently drawn into it when she felt a warm spot growing in her padding. She blushed, wiggling her bottom, realized she'd wet her diaper, just a little bit...
She whimpered, hoping Kaitlyn wouldn't notice, wouldn't think that she'd done this as a genuine accident, would assume she was being good and playing along... She needn't have worried, apparently, as she turned her head, seeing Kaitlyn staring at her phone, a moment before she lifted it to her head, standing up. Cynthia turned back to her book, hearing the girl start to chatter away, her voice getting quieter as she walked away momentarily.
Cynthia sat up, cheeks darkening as she pawed at her diaper, that 'little bit' she'd gone suddenly seeming bigger than she'd thought. She couldn't let herself be too distracted by that, however... This might be her only chance to get out of here, to escape whatever else Kaitlyn had in mind for her. Carefully, she climbed to her feet, creeping across the living room, praying that the phone call hadn't been a decoy, something to tempt her to do exactly this.
She wasn't sure what she was going to do when she got out, where she would go, but anything would be better than this, right? And the dress was long enough, she could probably keep her diaper hidden all right until she could find a place to take it off, get rid of it... All she needed to do was get to the front door, slip out, run away...
And she had almost done exactly that, her hand brushing against the knob of her front door, when she heard Kaitlyn's voice, freezing her in place. "Did Big Girl Cindi make a stinky?"
Again, the adult Cynthia vanished instantly, in her place the awkward freshman, so upset at the dress her mother had made her wear... And at herself as she felt herself start to squat and push, grunting as her diaper swelled around her. What was wrong with her?! She was in high school! She shouldn't be doing this anymore! No wonder her mom insisted on getting her babysitters still!
She definitely couldn't go outside now... She was going to have to go get a change first, and then they were going to tell her mother, and she'd have even more ammunition for making her keep wearing her padding to school... It was such an awful, vicious cycle, but she couldn't blame anyone other than herself for it this time. Why hadn't she just gone to the bathroom first?!
She heard someone clear their throat, knew it must be her babysitter. Blushing, she turned, preparing for this fresh humiliation... Only to nearly faint at what she saw there.
No way... There was no way this could be happening! Her fingers curled around the hem of her babyish dress, yanking it down, heart pounding. How could her mom have done this to her?! Why, of all people, had she hired her stunningly beautiful teacher, Miss Katy, to babysit her?! And how could she have just pooped her Pampers in front of her?!