Clarissa - Part 9 (Patreon)

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"Well, then, Jessie," Ms. Barlow said, "How do you start?"

"Okay," Jessie nodded to herself, closing her eyes for a moment to calm herself down, clearly not doing as well as she knew she should at ignoring her excitement at seeing one of her former favorite singers standing in front of her, diapered, clearly well below her in stature, both physically and in terms of this insane 'school'. "First, I have to make sure she really needs a change, so..."

Clarissa blushed as this stranger reached down, giving her padding a squeeze, plastic panties rustling in the girl's hand. "Oh, my God!" Jessie tittered. "How did someone as itty bitty as you go so much? You're soaked! And you just changed her before putting her down for her nap?" She turned to the teacher for verification, got a nod. "Who would have guessed Clarissa, of all people, would be suuuch a bedwetter?"

Clara groaned behind her paci-gag, shaking her head, wanting to explain this wasn't her fault, that she'd been hypnotized, and normally got through every night dry, but she'd been silenced, unable to defend herself in the slightest, the girl even simply brushing her aside when she tried to push her away from the diaper as she continued the check, running her hand over more of the puffy, wet cloth.

"Well, she definitely needs a change," Jessie confirmed. "There's not one bit of this that's still dry! You don't do things halfway, do you, Clara?" she taped the glaring girl in front of her on the nose playfully. "Come on, let's get this taken care of before you get a rash." 

There was definitely a part of Clarissa that wanted to fight her, as Jessie took her hand and led her over to the changing table, but what point was there in that? Ms. Barlow was still standing there, watching like a hawk, and Clara would never be able to get past her... And she did want out of this soggy diaper... If she could have spoken, she would have made sure to tell everyone that was the only reason she was being so good, though, since she couldn't, she knew she probably just looked like a mindlessly obedient little girl.

Jessie helped Clara up onto the table, pushing her onto her back, the diminutive pop star closing her eyes, waiting for this to be over... Until she felt something closing around her wrist. Her eyes popped open, head turning on its pillow, to see Jessie fastening a cuff around one of her hands, reaching over and grabbing the other before Clarissa could react. Now she really had no choice... She wasn't going anywhere.

"I don't want you to fall off," Jessie cooed, voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "You are precious cargo!" 

The girl hooked her hands around Clara's plastic pants, slowly working them down over the bulky diapers, and Clarissa's wiggling legs, before moving on to the diapers themselves. Clarissa's cheeks burned as they were pulled forward, leaving her entirely naked, other than her little, lacey socks, in front of this person who had looked up to her so much, however long ago.

For her part, Jessie couldn't completely stop a giggle, but quickly turned more serious as she cleaned Clara up, whisking the old diapers away, then pausing as she looked on the shelf of the changing table. "Umm... How many should I use?" she asked Ms. Barlow.

"That's up to you," the teacher told her. "Everyone is different... All you can do is judge off of how much you think she'll use them."

"Well," Jessie mused, "if she was that drenched after a little nap..."

Clara yelped behind her pacifier, shaking her head as Jessie produced four layers of cloth diaper, slipping them all beneath her backside, making her feel like there was another pillow on the table, besides the one under her head. This was, by far, the thickest diaper she'd been in yet... And she was going to be put into it not by a teacher, or someone who worked here, but a student, a former fan of hers! She looked to Ms. Barlow, hoping she'd talk some sense into the girl, tell her this was excessive...

"Good call," she said instead. "That should be enough for her... For an hour or two, anyway."

Clara groaned, squirming uselessly as Jessie powdered and oiled her up, hearing the other two women in the room giggling at that, wanting to deny it... Even if she hadn't had the paci-gag in her mouth, though she wasn't certain she could. The hypnosis had already turned her into a bedwetter... She didn't feel any different, didn't think it had taken away her conscious control already... But there was no way for her to know for sure, at least not yet. 

She hated to think about it, but these two could know more about her own potty training than she did. Jessie might even be right to choose those four diapers... Clarissa might genuinely need all of them. Clara gulped, sucking nervously on her paci, trying hard to put that thought out of her head... And, as Jessie started pulling each layer up over her crotch, one by one, Clarissa failed utterly at that one, simple task.