Clarissa - Part 8 (Patreon)

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Clarissa woke up, yawning and stretching, feeling fairly happy and well-rested until her hands bumped against the bars behind her, reminding her of where she was, what had happened. Once that had happened, she got an even more unpleasant awakening when she scooted on her bottom to sit up, and felt a cool, clammy sogginess there.

Had she wet herself in her sleep?! She whimpered, pawing at her plastic pants, and the thick, cloth diaper beneath them, not wanting to believe it, to accept the truth, despite the overwhelming evidence. What was this place doing to her?! 

She shivered at the thought, looking around the nursery she'd found herself in. She was all alone, so maybe she could find a way to escape, to get out of this terrible 'school', if not for the crib. There was a part of her mind that stared at the bars, tried to tell her they weren't that tall, that if she tried she could probably climb over them, although the door was almost definitely locked. Another part of her, however, felt incredibly intimidated by them, convinced they were far too big for her, that if she tried to scale them, she'd fall and hurt herself.

That far more timid side of her won out, easily. Just thinking too hard about attempting to get pull herself up that high made her dribble a bit more into her already soaked diaper, reminding her of how small and helpless she really was. The only way out of here was if a grown-up helped her out, so, after waiting patiently as long as she could stand it, she called out, "Hewwo?"

She gasped, hands clamping to her mouth. Why had she said it like that?! She hadn't lisped like that in... She had no idea, honestly! Since she was three or four, probably, and needed diapers for real... Like it was seeming she did again, considering the state of hers now... Definitely not for a long time, or she had no idea her haters online would have been teasing her about it since her career began.

Maybe it had been a one-time thing, an unconscious reaction to how she was feeling... "Hewwo?!" she tried again, with the same results, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. How was she going to sing her songs now, when she sounded like a dumb toddler?!

"All right, all right," Ms. Barlow said, opening up the door, stepping inside and turning on the light, a girl following along behind her. "Calm down, dear. Did you have a bad dream?"

"What the heck did you do to me?!" Clarissa demanded, frowning as she heard something very different than what she'd intended escape her lips. 

"Uh-oh," the teacher smirked. "What were you trying to say to me, little girl? Was it a naughty word?" Clara knew, of course, she probably shouldn't be saying that word here, much less admitting to it, but she was so stunned, she nodded anyway. "Oh, Clara," Ms. Barlow sighed.

"Y-You bwainwashed me!" Clara realized in horror. If she could be kept from saying specific words, and made into a bedwetter, who knew what else had been implanted into her mind?! That wasn't even fair... How was she going to fight back against that?! "You...!"

Her eyes widened as Ms. Barlow pushed a pacifier into her mouth, pulling the strap around it tight behind her head, locking it in place. "I know you didn't actually say it, but it wasn't for lack of trying," she shook her head. "That's very naughty, little Clara.

It was a small comfort that the woman resorted to that, instead of forcing her to stay quiet with some hypnotic command... Not much of one, however. That could still be coming, in the future, or perhaps the teacher just wanted that external reminder of the power she had over her. Clara was still totally at her mercy.

"Now, Clarissa, this is Jessie. She's been a student here for a long time, and she's doing very well. So well, in fact, that we're considering her for a little promotion. Before she can get that, though, she has to prove she's ready... And I thought you'd be perfect for helping with that. Go on, Jessie, take over."

The girl stepped forward confidently, looking down at the blushing Clara, standing there in just her diaper, envying the girl's childish uniform. Even it was miles better than what she had... And, even though she didn't look any older than Clarissa, and was possibly a bit younger, she was now in charge. Clara mumbled uselessly behind her paci, tried to beg for mercy with her eyes, to ask the girl not to go along with this, to help her, somehow.

"Oh, my God," Jessie giggled, staring back at Ms. Barlow. "Clarissa? That's her name? That's so crazy... She looks just like..."

"Exactly like her," Ms. Barlow finished for her, giving the girl a wink.

Clara fidgeted, feeling the girl's gaze on her intensify, until, finally, she squealed, "I don't believe it! It is her!" She jumped up and down excitedly, unable to contain herself. "I used to have all her songs! I had a poster of her on my wall!"

"And now you're changing her diapers," the teacher reminded her.

"That's right," Jessie blushed. "Sorry. I'm a big girl now... I shouldn't get so excited over something - or someone - so small. And she is tiny, isn't she?" She reached down, giving Clara's exposed tummy a tickle, the pop star letting out an involuntary giggle, a fresh trickle of wetness escaping into her pants. "I can't wait to tell everyone who the new student is, though."