A Big Help - Part 6 (Patreon)

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Cindi did have the guts to stand up for herself once... For all the good it did her. After what felt like an eternity, stuck there in the corner, squirming in her messy diaper, listening to the big kids talking and laughing behind her, she managed to turn around - after a few false starts, where she immediately squeaked and turned back into place, afraid she'd been spotted - and look at Miss Katy, still sitting on her desk at the front of the room, scrolling through her phone now.

"E-Excuse me," Cindi said, having to swallow and try again when Miss Katy didn't respond, or appear to hear at all. 

"What do you think you're doing, young lady?" Miss Katy snapped, and Cindi almost dashed back to time-out instantly, her knees quivering, ready to either send her running, or drop her to the floor. "You know better."

"I-I just thought..." Cindi nibbled on her thumb, staring down at her bare feet. "I-I just... C-Can't I at least have my skirt?" She pulled on the shirt she was wearing. "I-I'll go back to the corner, but..."

"Aww," Miss Katy smirked. "Are you embarrassed that the big kids can see what you did in your pants?" Cindi blushed, nodded. "Come here." She waved, Cindi slowly shuffling to the front of the desk, Miss Katy pulling her in closer. "I'll get that all taken care of for you," she promised.

"Thank you, Miss Katy," Cindi smiled, glad she'd spoken up now. Except... That wasn't what happened at all. Miss Katy took ahold of Cindi's shirt, and lifted it, forcing her arms upwards.

"Thumb out of your mouth," she ordered. Cindi wanted to protest, to stop her, but she was far too little for that. Reluctantly, she popped her thumb out from between her lips, Miss Katy yanking the shirt off the rest of the way, moving on to the bra before she would let Cindi start sucking her thumb again. "You were really into your dress-up game, weren't you?" she asked. "You don't need this at all!"

"Yeah-huh!" Cindi pouted.

"Why?" Miss Katy interrogated her, pulling her in closer, making the girl look her in the eye. "Tell me what it's for, and maybe I'll let you keep it."

"Umm..." Cindi's hand started to raise towards her face, Miss Katy catching it, holding it down, forcing her to bite her bottom lip instead as she struggled to think. She knew big girls wore bras, and she wanted to be a big girl... She couldn't remember her Mommy telling her exactly why they were necessary, however. "I-It's to prove you're a grown-up?"

She whimpered, hearing the other students snicker at that answer. Miss Katy's smile widened, though she didn't laugh, at least. "If that's the case," she said, "do you think you need it? Are you a grown-up, little Cindi?"

Like most kids, Cindi wanted to be, very badly... But she didn't want to get into more trouble by fibbing. "N-No, ma'am," she admitted. 

"I didn't think so," Miss Katy replied, unhooking the bra, whisking it off. "Now, back to the corner with you."

She turned Cindi around, which earned some whistles from the other students. Cindi wasn't sure what that meant, felt embarrassed to be totally naked except for her dirty diaper, of course, but couldn't think of any reason why that would be, other than the diaper itself. With one thumb very firmly in her mouth, she only had one hand to try to hide the padding, not even considering covering anything else.

"Go on!" Miss Katy gave the lumpy seat of her diaper a swat, Cindi jumping and wrinkling her nose as the mass inside shifted and squelched. "Or do you want that spanking after all?"

Cindi shook her head, toddling back to the corner, feeling her diaper warm as she went. After that, she didn't even think about saying, or doing, anything, even though everyone could see her Pampers even more clearly now.

"Oh, would you look at that?" Miss Katy finally said. "The class is almost over! I guess we'd better let someone get dressed again, huh?"

Cindi assumed that was her, but she didn't know for sure. She wanted to peek to see if anyone else had been punished, too, that the big girl might be referring to, although, after what happened last time, she wasn't going to risk it.

"Do we have to?" Cindi heard one of the boys from class ask. 

"We could leave her like that for the next class to find," a girl suggested.

Cindi sniffled, tears starting to well up in her eyes. It wasn't fair! All she'd wanted to do was be a big kid, like them, and now they wanted to ensure that even more people knew what a little baby she was! She stomped her foot, but, without any shoes, or even socks, she could barely hear it herself; there was no way anyone else would have been able to, much less been intimidated by it.

"Oh, don't worry," Miss Katy chuckled. "I'll let you play dress-up again. Your time-out is over."

Was it a trick? Was Miss Katy still mad at her? Cindi turned towards her, sucking a bit harder on her thumb, but the big girl nodded, gesturing for her to come back to the desk. As she waddled forward, Miss Katy hopped down, gathering up the clothes Cindi had been wearing, laying them out for her. "Here you go!" she declared.

Cindi knew she had gotten into them before - she must have, since she'd been wearing them, and she couldn't imagine her Mommy putting her in anything like this - but they looked so complicated now, spread out the way they were. She almost didn't even know where to start, though, in the end, it made the most sense to go with the last thing she'd lost.

She wiped her eyes, picking up the bra. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was pretty small, compared to everything else... She knew where it went, too, but, after wrapping it around her chest, she had no clue what else to do. It didn't stay there, and there were so many pieces that she couldn't figure out the use for... She really wanted to suck on her thumb, to help her think, and make her feel better about how confused she was; unfortunately, she needed both hands to keep the bra in place.

"Stop playing around, Cindi," Miss Katy teased. "We don't have all day."

Cindi didn't want Miss Katy, or the other big kids, to be mad at her for taking so long, or for them to think she was dumb - any more than they already did after her quiz - but she was stumped, tears of frustration and humiliation starting to run down her cheeks.

"Oh, Cindi," Miss Katy shook her head. "All right, let me help..."

She took the bra out of Cindi's hands, helping her arms through the straps, easily hooking it in place, making it seem so quick and simple that Cindi felt even more stupid that she'd failed. "Now, then," Miss Katy said when she was finished. "Do you think you can do these?"

She lifted up the stockings, which should have been easy enough - Cindi knew how to put on socks! - except there was a whole other piece that went with it, with straps, and clips... Cindi sniffed, shook her head, unsure where to so much as start with all that.

"It'll be easier if I do it," Miss Katy sighed. "Come here, little Cindi, let me get you dressed."

Cindi was certain she could have done some of it herself, but she couldn't really blame Miss Katy for doing it all, after her pitiful display with the first couple items. Finally, she was back in her outfit... The only difference was this time, she was in a diaper under it. A very messy diaper, that made it much more obvious that she was just playing dress-up, and not actually a big girl.

The heels were the worst part, the bulky, loaded diaper adding an extra degree of difficulty to keeping her balance in them. Miss Katy insisted she wear them, however, even though Cindi fell in them, stopped from tumbling to the floor only by the desk, her nose wrinkling as her bottom landed hard on that. 

"Let's let little Cindi go home for the day," Miss Katy said, going out to one of the empty desks.

And, in a flash, Cynthia was back. She blinked, shaking her head, wondering what had happened, how long she'd been spacing out, when she'd sat on her desk. "What was I saying?" she frowned, shifting slightly in her perch... Her cheeks lighting up bright red as soon as she did, recognizing the sensation immediately.

Why was she in a diaper? And, more importantly, why had she messed it?! This hadn't happened in a long time, not since she'd switched schools... And there was no reason it would have started again. It hadn't been so long since she'd moved to the high school that her former students could have grown up. 

The most important thing of the moment, however, was to keep anyone from finding out. She hopped off the desk, adjusting her skirt, telling herself that those giggles she heard must be about something else, probably just seeing her get lost in thought, then try to shake it off. "Quiet!" she snapped, starting to pace, fighting to stop her nose from crinkling up, feeling the mush drooping, squishing between her thighs with every movement. She nearly went to sit at her chair, except that, of course, would be worse.

"Where was I?" She looked at the chalkboard, trying to center herself, to ignore everything else and pretend nothing had happened, nothing was out of the ordinary. 

She would have preferred to pull it off, to show them she was fine, but it was still a relief to hear the bell, and know she'd have a couple minutes of respite. Not enough time to get cleaned up, not that she'd want to try that herself, in a school bathroom, though at least she'd be away from the students who'd seen her blank out like that.

"Maybe you should open a window," Kaitlyn commented as she walked out. "It's getting a little smelly in here."

Cynthia blushed meekly, although she did take the suggestion once the students were gone. She tried to go back to her usual, stern self, to support the identity she'd worked so hard to craft for herself here, to separate herself as far from her time as a kindergarten teacher - and occasional student - as possible. That was not an easy thing to do, when she had a constant reminder of it strapped around her waist, crinkling softly.

She was constantly torn between walking around nervously, and risking getting too close to someone to allow them to catch a whiff, and biting the bullet, sitting down in her chair, letting her bottom sink into the mushy mess completely, making it all the more difficult for her to maintain her composure. Any time she heard her students giggle, she was paranoid they'd seen a flash of plastic, or simply recognized her behavior from their younger siblings.

She had hoped to get out of school as quickly as possible after her last class, so she could go home, clean up, put on some panties, and decide what to do next. Was she going to have to switch schools again? Should she move to an entirely different school district? Or would that matter in the slightest? Would the hypnosis follow her anyway, no matter what she did?

She was still pondering that, gathering up her things to make a hasty exit, when she heard her classroom door open. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't talk today, but if you come back tomorrow, maybe..."

She glanced up then, seeing who it was that had walked in. "What was that?" Kaitlyn tilted her head, pushing the door shut behind her, reaching into her purse, slowly pulling out a fresh diaper. Cynthia's eyes widened, but, before she could demand an explanation, the girl smugly announced, "I couldn't quite understand that, little Cindi."

In an instant, Cynthia's thumb was firmly in her mouth. Her stomach churned, fear coursing through her veins, wondering where Kaitlyn could have possibly learned that... And what else she knew.

"That's better," the cheerleader grinned. "But... Uh-oh! did little Cindi have an accident?"

"No!" Cynthia squealed, clamping her free hand to her crotch even before she felt her bladder start to loosen, emptying itself into her already used diaper... And starting to leak. Cynthia pulled her hand back as soon as she felt the wetness, staring up at Kaitlyn in horror and humiliation.

"Aww, you ruined your big girl clothes," Kaitlyn mocked, starting to undress her mortified teacher, stripping her down to her bra and stockings - and, of course, her diaper. "Now what are you going to do?"

Cynthia shook her head, not knowing the answer, or what Kaitlyn wanted to hear. She gulped as the girl took a step towards her, backing away, only to get her legs twisted in one another, making her fall to the floor in a heap at Kaitlyn's feet.

"I'll tell you what you'll do," Kaitlyn said. "If you don't want to walk out of here like that," she gestured at Cynthia's state of undress, "you're going to beg me for a diaper change, like the pathetic little baby you are."

Except, this time, unlike when her assistant had decided she needed to be brought down to size, Cynthia wasn't a baby... She knew she was an adult now, which made the whole thing worse, especially as she tried to straighten up, blushing as she realized she was somehow still peeing, her free hand drifting to her diaper in disbelief. She could only pray the girl didn't know any more of her triggers, although, if she knew these two, there was a pretty good chance she knew them all. Cynthia might be an adult, but there was no question that her student was the one in control...