Clarissa - Part 14 (Patreon)

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Clara had assumed Jessie was just referring to a new diaper, which, like it or not, seemed inevitable at this point, but, to her surprise, her new roommate did not reach under the table, grab a fresh one... She didn't even have Clarissa lie down on the table yet.

"Pl-Please, Jessie," she tried again. She nibbled her bottom lip, looking around the room, squirming on the changing table, the plastic cover rustling beneath her sore backside. She didn't really want to tell anyone the truth about who she was; it would ruin the experiment if it got out, after all. She didn't want to be treated any different than any of the other students.

But she knew there was something familiar about all this, about Jessie... Had she met her before? Perhaps she was a fan of Clarissa, had come backstage to one of her shows. If she was a big enough fan to do that, surely, if she knew the truth, she'd help her out, take mercy on her, maybe even help use her knowledge of this place to find her a way out.

"I-I know this sounds crazy," she stammered, as Jessie rooted around in the supplies on the shelves under the table, "but you hafta believe me, Jessie... I'm... I-I'm not who you think I am." Her eyes scanned the room again, making sure the other patient, and nurse, were pre-occupied, before leaning in closer to her roomie's ducked head. "I'm Clarissa. Calhoun."

She'd whispered it, wasn't sure Jessie had heard it at first, thought she might have to repeat it. When Jessie stood back up, however, the grin on her face made it clear she had... And made Clara wonder if, somehow, she'd already known. "Don't be silly, Clara," she said. "There's no way Clarissa Calhoun would be staying in my room with me. And definitely no way I would have had to spank her for wetting her diaper. She's a big, fancy pop star, not a little baby like you!"

That was not how Clara had expected the revelation to go. There was something about Jessie's tone that made her suspect she was teasing her, that she knew the truth; or maybe Clarissa simply wanted to believe she hadn't already changed so much that the girl couldn't tell, couldn't possibly reconcile what she'd seen with the videos of Clarissa she'd seen on Youtube. She didn't buy Jessie's denial, but she wasn't sure if she had any real reason not to.

"No, it is!" she insisted. "And I need your hel... Hey, wh-what...?!"

Her eyes widened as Jessie raised her hands, pushing what she'd been looking for all this time into Clara's mouth. A silicon nipple silenced her, as Jessie wound the strap attached to it around her head, fastened it in the back, locking it in place. Clara whimpered helplessly, but, at the same time, despite her panic, there was something she recognized, something almost soothing, about it, and, automatically, she found herself sucking away.

"That's better," Jessie smiled, turning Clara's face towards her. "Your imagination is very cute, Clara, but making up stories like that isn't going to do you any good here."

Clarissa pouted, shook her head, but Jessie was already pushing her back, finally getting her onto her back, and keeping her there by locking cuffs at the top corners of the table around the smaller girl's wrists. "Wouldn't want you falling off, as squirmy as you are," she teased, tickling Clara's bare tummy, Clara unable to keep herself from giggling. "You're precious cargo!"

Something about that tickled Clara's memory, too, but she couldn't quite place it. "You are such a natural!" Jessie complimented, producing a large, bulky, cloth diaper, sliding it under Clarissa's bottom. Clara lived up to Jessie's mockery about how squirmy she was, and, sure enough, the restraints kept her from even coming close to getting off the table, or avoiding her padded fate. "See? There's no need to make up stories about being some big, famous person... You're clearly meant to be here!"

Jessie went about her duties cheerfully, squeezing out oil and powder onto Clara's crotch, massaging them both in. "Maybe we ought to add some extra protection," she winked. "You were pretty wet!"

Clara groaned, kicking her legs, but, even with no restraints around them, there wasn't much point. They didn't stop Jessie from adding in a few soakers, or pulling the front of the diaper up, ready to seal Clarissa inside.

"This is just like with my little sister!" Jessie exclaimed gleefully. "I've really been missing her... But I guess I don't have to, anymore! You can be my new baby sister, Clara!"

Clarissa stared up at Jessie, absolutely positive now that, somehow, all this was an act, that this wasn't the first time Jessie had changed her, no matter how little sense that made. She couldn't help herself, staring up at the other girl in a confused panic... And locked eyes with her. She sucked away at her paci-gag, trying to work out if any of Jessie's grin was because she'd figured out that Clara knew the truth, or if it was all just pleasure at once again being about to trap the little pop star into a padded prison.