Clarissa - Part 16 (Patreon)

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"No, no, no," Clarissa groaned behind the pacifier gag, thrashing frantically in her restraints. This was too far... It was all too far, but this, especially, the very implication that she'd do... that... in her diaper horrifying.

No movie role was worth this! She didn't care if people didn't buy her as a student... She was going to get out of this place, right now! She'd find some way to make the Headmistress listen to her. She couldn't keep her here against her will! That would be kidnapping... Wouldn't it? It didn't matter what Clarissa had signed, she hadn't agreed to this!

Unless, of course, she had... She hadn't read it, after all. She blushed, recalling the smug look the Headmistress had on her face, watching her sign on the dotted line, oblivious... As far as she knew, the papers could have explicitly told her she would be spending her whole time here filling her pants, and she'd have no idea!

It wasn't her fault... Her stupid assistant, Jennifer, was supposed to have screened all this, including the contracts. If what she had signed had anything close to that, Jennifer should have caught it and put a stop to this, or at least warned her! Or... Did Jennifer want her here?

There was no way... She paid Jennifer well, and, while she knew she could be difficult, she couldn't possibly be so bad that the girl considered this an appropriate punishment! Her cheeks flushed, imagining herself sitting in a high chair, helplessly messing her diaper, Jennifer watching the whole time...

Wait, why had she thought of a high chair? It was a strange detail... When was the last time she'd ever even seen a high chair, much less one in her size like that? Ms. Barlow hadn't even had one when she kidnapped her... But this felt more like a memory than her imagination, so real... So much so that she wrinkled her nose, practically able to feel the warm, sticky mass pushing into her diaper... 

She definitely hadn't done that in a long time, probably even longer than it had been since she'd looked at a high chair for any length of time... She wasn't a baby, after all! So, why could she remember it so vividly, enough to make her blush again, as if it was happening now?

She was so distracted by all that, she didn't put up a fight, didn't try to stop Jessie... She was simply brought back to reality by the feeling of a slight pressure at her backside. She wriggled at the invasion, groaning as her body mindlessly accepted it, sure she could feel the suppository moving into her.

"Nooo," she whined, kicking her feet uselessly as Jessie inserted another, doing nothing to stop, or even slow her down. Not that it mattered now... It was already over, Jessie gleefully pulling the diaper up between her legs, starting to fasten it around her.

"Now, now," she cooed. "You're going to feel so much better after this..."

"Just let me go!" Clarissa begged, not knowing how much of her words Jessie could understand, or cared to. "L-Listen, I have so much money... If you let me go, a-and take me to a bathroom, I'll pay you! I-I don't care how much!" In that moment, she wasn't sure how much she'd be willing to give the girl, but, for a simple trip to the toilet, it was certainly too much. 

"Wow," Jessie giggled. "Is it working already?" She patted Clarissa's churning tummy, making the little pop star squirm. "I wanna feel!" Without warning, she scooped Clarissa's legs up, lifting them up off the table with one hand, her other hand moving to the seat of the other girl's diaper, poking and prodding at it. "Come on, Clara... Just push..."

That was the last thing Clarissa wanted to do, especially for someone so eager for it... But she didn't have a choice. Backside in the air like that, it was more difficult than ever to fight the effects of the suppository, and, in a matter of moments, she was letting out a muffled squeal... And something else.

"There it is!" Jessie grinned, pushing her hand against the growing lump, holding it there. "Keep going, Clara!"

It was absolutely mortifying, feeling the warm mush flowing out of her, impossible to stop, now that it had begun... And almost exactly the way she thought it would, thinking about the high chair. How had she known?! There was no way she could recall anything from when she was a child that clearly... 

"Wow," Jessie giggled, lowering her down when she was finished, Clarissa's nose wrinkling, just like it had at what she was positive now was a memory. The girl paused, looking down at Clara, seeing the expression on her face, and repeating, "Wow," a little quieter this time, with a much different tone. "You're more clever than I would have expected... Are you actually managing to break through the conditioning already? That's almost impressive... But I'm going to have to tell Ms. Barlow about this, of course... And when she's done with you, you're really going to wish you hadn't."