Clarissa - Part 18 (Patreon)

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Clarissa had no real way of knowing how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity before, when she heard the door open and turned her head to see who it was, she saw Ms. Barlow. It was a relief, almost, as much as she was afraid of the woman... Every other time, she'd had to quickly roll to the other side, hiding her face, not wanting to be seen this way by any more people than she had to be. 

Unfortunately, it wasn't just her who stepped through... It was the Headmistress as well. Clara blushed, squirming, then realized this was a good thing... She was the one in charge, after all. Clarissa could speak to her, make her see that Ms. Barlow was evil, put an end to this so that she could go back to observing school life, since that was, when this started, the whole point.

"Well, well," the Headmistress raised an eyebrow, standing over the bound, messy girl on the changing table before her. "What do we have here?"

Clara tried to start talking, to try to get the woman on her side... But, despite the question, the Headmistress didn't remove the paci-gag, leaving her babbling incoherently behind it until, frustrated, she fell silent. Honestly, she knew it was probably for the best, remembering how well it had gone last time, trying to turn the Headmistress against Ms. Barlow... This was the person in charge, however, her one real hope of getting out of this mess!

"I thought I told you that you were to be in uniform the next time I saw you," the Headmistress replied, giving the bulging diaper a poke. "Well, I suppose you were just ahead of the game... Since you refuse to wear your big girl clothes, I am transferring you to the Nursery, which means you're already dressed appropriately."

Clarissa groaned, shaking her head vehemently. To her surprise, the Headmistress unbuckled the gag, removed it. "Y-You can't do this!" she sputtered. "We have a contract! That's not what I came to this place to do!"

"Oh, are you an expert on contracts now?" the Headmistress teased. "In that case, you should know I have the right to terminate it at any time, for any reason... If you're unsatisfied with the results, I suppose I have no choice but to do that. Which means I am no longer under any obligation to keep your identity a secret... Or to release you."

"Y-You can't just keep me here!" Clara gasped. "A-And you can't tell anyone who I am!" Obviously, this place was very isolated, but eventually, she assumed, the students would go home... She couldn't let them start telling their friends there what had become of Clarissa... She was sure, if she was gone long enough, there would be plenty of rumors, any of which was bound to be better than the truth...

"We're not keeping you here forever," the Headmistress promised. "Someone like you is far too valuable for that." She stroked Clarissa's hair, then stepped away. "You know what to do," she told Ms. Barlow. "Bye-bye, Clarissa!"

"No!" Clara tugged frantically on the restraints, watching the Headmistress strut away, the teacher stepping in closer, calmly and expertly changing her into a disposable diaper, letting her wear herself out before freeing her, letting her sit up.

"I know this is tough," Ms. Barlow said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "You'll be all right, though. She'll keep you company." She handed Clarissa a stuffed animal, and, briefly, Clara thought that perhaps she was telling the truth... Until the woman snapped a pink collar around her neck, a click signalling that it was locked into place. "Isn't this so much better?" she asked, attaching a leash, half-dragging Clara off the table. "You're going to be so popular around here... You'll have so many fans..."

"I-I don't wanna be popular," Clarissa shook her head.

She squeaked as she was led out into the hallway, struggling to cover her bare chest, and her diaper, as she was led, toddling, through the groups of students, all watching her. She fell silent, not wanting her voice to give her away, even though, now, she had a feeling that wouldn't matter, that everyone was going to find out anyway before long.

She was taken to the Nursery... But not the same part she'd been at before. Ms. Barlow stopped in a small room, in which Clara had enough time to see monitors, observing small, private classrooms, with girls 'dressed' mostly the same as her, in diapers and collars, staring blankly at screens shaped like chalkboards, showing swirling patterns, drooling...

"Come along," Ms. Barlow ordered, a labcoat on over her outfit, and a pair of goggles resting on her head. "Come on, little one," she tugged at the leash when Clara refused to move. "Don't they look nice?" she asked, when she saw Clarissa staring at the monitors, blushing as she realized she'd started tinkling in her diaper, the padding warming slightly. "Don't be jealous... As far you, little missy, your classroom is right this way."

She didn't want a classroom... But Ms. Barlow wound the leash around her hand, pulling her closer, giving her even less control, forcing her to keep moving as she was taken out into the hall, coming face to face with a pair of women, and a pair of students, all of whom were staring at her, one of the smaller girls in particular. "Y-You're..." she stammered, making it clear she knew.

Clara stared down at her feet, wanting to deny it, but, with the girl so flustered she couldn't get the words out, she couldn't even do that without admitting that she was right. "See?" Ms. Barlow grinned at Clarissa. "I told you there would be fans here! I bet you'll have even more once a few more people spot you at meal time. Maybe we'll have you put on a little talent show to entertain the girls, after we get you lisping like the toddler you are... Again."

She was glad to be dragged away from her gawking 'fan', until she saw that she'd been brought to one of the classrooms. Ms. Barlow lowered her goggles a moment before the chalkboard came to life, and, without that protection, Clarissa had no choice but to stare, feeling everything else slip away as she sank down onto the floor, diaper rustling beneath her.

"Good girl," Ms. Barlow patted her on the head. "I bet we can get a good session or two in before your beddy-bye time. As well as you responded last time, I bet you won't even need your collar by then... Hell, I bet we won't even have to raise the side of your crib, and you won't try to escape."

Clara bobbed her head, wanting to seem compliant, but so engrossed in what she was watching that she barely heard a word the woman said. Ms. Barlow chuckled, then walked out, leaving Clara all alone, drooling and dribbling into her diaper like the good little girl she suddenly wanted so badly to be.