Clarissa - Part 7 (Patreon)

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Clarissa was, in fact, hungry, having not eaten anything since well before arriving at this insane place. She'd wanted to experience things like her character would, get a taste of the cafeteria food, even if she knew it likely wouldn't be nearly as fancy, or tasty, as her usual fare... This was definitely not what she had in mind, however. 

"Nooo!" she protested again, before clamping her jaw tightly shut. It didn't do her much good, unfortunately... Ms. Barlow had plenty of experience, it seemed, taking care of fussy girls. Calmly, she gave Clara's nose a pinch, watching her struggle in her seat until she was forced to open her mouth to breathe, at which point the woman's hand shot down, getting a grip on the girl's jaw, holding it open for the heaping spoonful of baby food.

Clarissa almost gagged as the stuff touched her tongue. Taste-wise, it was pretty bland, to be honest, so perhaps it was an over-reaction, but the texture of it was quite horrid, and only served to make her feel more like a baby. She looked down into the bowl, kicking her feet in frustration, seeing how much was left, how tiny of a dent had been made.

But the worst was yet to come. As the woman continued to feed her, Clara could feel a growing heaviness in her tummy, one that had been slowly building for a while now, that was starting to come to a head. There was no way she could do this... Even when Ms. Barlow had kidnapped her the first time, she'd been able to escape before being forced to be reduced that far. Surely she was going to figure out how to do the same this time... Right?

To her horror, it was happening too fast. She should have had a little time, however, before she'd even finished the bowl, she was squirming desperately, desperate cramps wracking her poor belly, until...

"No!" she squealed again, wrinkling her nose as her body gave in, giving a push that sent a slow wave of mush into the seat of her diaper. She gasped, wiggling, trying to stop it, only to feel it spreading more and more, filling every inch of her padded prison, refusing to slow or stop no matter how hard she fought. She was pooping her Pampers, right in her high chair, like a little baby, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Oh, such a good girl!" Ms. Barlow praised her, reaching under the tray to give the expanding diaper a pat, killing any hope the girl had that maybe she somehow hadn't noticed. "That was fast, wasn't it? Well, guess what? I'm going to talk to the cafeteria and tell them to put what I put into this," she gave the remaining baby food a poke with the spoon, "into all your food. That warning you got will be all you feel from now on... Unless you get very good at noticing when you need to go, and very luck with being in class with a teacher willing to give you a bathroom pass right away, despite you already being in diapers, that's how long you'll have from now on to keep from pooping your pants."

Clara groaned and whimpered, both at the squishy, squelchy mass in her diaper, and at the thought of this happening again, over and over, and in far more public places than this. "Max," the woman added, after letting her stew in her discomfort and embarrassment for a moment. "As your body gets used to it, you'll have less and less time, until, eventually, you won't notice at all... I bet it won't be long until your classmates know you're filling your diaper before you do."

"P-Please, don..." Clarissa begged, her words stopped by another spoonful of mush.

"You'd better get used to this," Ms. Barlow grinned, giving the diaper another poke. "Most teachers aren't going to stop class, or excuse you, just for a stinky diaper. You'll have to deal with it until your next break... If you can get to the changing room in time then, and if there isn't a line. Your teachers also aren't going to be very understanding about you being late just so you can have clean pants..."

Clarissa felt utterly mortified as she finished up the last few bites of the food, wallowing in her dirty diaper like any other toddler, tears streaming down her cheeks to complete the look. Despite so much of this being the woman's fault, she couldn't help a sense of gratefulness to Ms. Barlow washing over her when the woman took her directly to the changing table for a fresh diaper, glad she wasn't going to be stuck in it this time.

"Don't worry," the teacher cooed, taking her to a crib next. "You'll get used to it all. I think you need a little nap." Clara didn't agree with that, although, once Ms. Barlow had switched on some gentle lullaby music, she found herself drifting off before too long, cuddling up with the stuffed animal she'd been left with. 

She didn't even stir when, a bit later, Ms. Barlow returned, lowering the side of the crib, confirming that, indeed, the hypnosis was working. This was so much easier here, the woman smiled to herself, than it was at her own house. Already, she'd made the girl mess herself, and wet the bed unknowingly... And it wouldn't be long before both became second nature to the little star. Clara may have gotten away from her once, but this time, in the course of a single day, she was already in far too deep.