Clarissa - Part 15 (Patreon)

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Clarissa whimpered behind her pacifier gag, struggling all the harder to wriggle her way off of the diaper she was lying on, even though, in reality, she knew it was far too late. It was already there, between her legs... She could kick them all she wanted, and watch Jessie expertly dodge them, but it wasn't going to matter. 

Except... Maybe it was. Jessie paused, moving her hand away from the bulky cloth diaper, taking a step back from her handiwork to stare down at Clara. The smaller girl's eyes lit up, staring wordlessly at her; had it finally hit her? Had she realized that Clara was telling the truth, and she was really Clarissa Calhoun after all? Was she going to help her get out of this place?!

"You know," Jessie said, after a long, tense moment, "you're awfully squirmy... I think I might know what has you so wound up."

Clarissa mumbled uselessly into her paci, rolling her eyes. Of course Jessie knew! Clara had just told her! She stomped her feet on the changing table, tugging at the straps around her wrist to point to her mouth, trying to make the girl undo the gag, let her speak, to explain the whole situation.

"I've seen this with other girls here," Jessie told her, kneeling down, dropping out of Clara's view. Clarissa tried to roll over, to see what was happening, but there wasn't quite enough leeway in the restraints to allow that, leaving it all up to her imagination. "They get so fussy, and they throw tantrums, and behave like you wouldn't believe... Or maybe you would, since I have a feeling you do it pretty often yourself."

Clarissa grumbled, one of Jessie's hands reaching up, tickling her naked stomach to appease her. Clara couldn't help giggling again, wiggling... She didn't let up this time, however, after getting the reaction. Her fingers kept wriggling, while, with her other hand, Clara could hear her digging around into the contents of the shelf under the table.

"St-Stop!" Clarissa begged, although, between the pacifier, and her laughter, she knew there was no way Jessie could understand her, even if she would have considered obeying. 

It was so humiliating... Jessie was barely even paying attention to her, and she was still in total control! It helped that she had the girl tied to the changing table, obviously, but Clara doubted it would have mattered much anyway. She'd always been ticklish, though it wasn't usually this bad... Was it? 

In her laughing convulsions, she did manage to make the diaper fall back down off of her tummy. If she'd been in a state to consciously do anything more, perhaps she could have gotten off the diaper entirely, maybe pushed it onto the floor... What good that would have done ultimately, she couldn't say, since there were definitely more under the table - or Jessie could have easily picked the diaper back up - but it certainly would have felt good, showing her defiance.

It was fortunate that she didn't, however, as she looked down at herself, cheeks blazing when she saw a trickle of urine squirting out onto her open diaper. It hadn't been fastened tight enough before for it to be obvious, though, now, as she moved her backside, she noticed it, realized it had been happening for longer than she cared to admit, potentially the whole time she'd been getting tickled.

"Here we go!" Jessie finally stopped, standing up, looking proud. Had it really taken her that long, or had she stayed down there to torment Clara a while longer? The smirk on her face made Clarissa suspect the latter. "Oh, Clara!" she shook her head, surveying the diaper. "You aren't even into this one yet!"

Clarissa glared silently at her; was she really going to act like this wasn't her fault?! "Well, I guess it doesn't matter," Jessie shrugged. "Because, you know what I always noticed, Clara? With those fussy girls I was talking about? They all did one thing after they threw their little fits, and it always calmed them down, so I just have to assume they were trying to fight it... And that it must be what's troubling you, too." 

She set a container of suppositories down onto the changing table beside Clara's head, the pop star's eyes widening as she read what they were, the damp patch on her diaper growing. "Don't worry, Clara," Jessie assured her, giving her tummy a comforting pat. "These ought to help you take care of that in no time, and you can go back to being the sweet little girl I know you are!"