A Big Help - Part 8 (Patreon)

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Cynthia's head shot up, one arm curling around her chest instinctively, feeling another dribble make its way into her pants. On one hand, she was glad that the noises she heard outside her door weren't anybody trying to get in, to see her like this, on her hands and knees in her classroom, wearing just a diaper, scrubbing the floor with her bra to try to hide any evidence of the accident that had landed her here... On the other, when was Katy going to get back?! 

Cynthia didn't particularly want to face her, not after everything that had happened, but she did want to put something - anything - else on, so that she didn't feel like she was going to have a heart attack every time someone walked past the classroom door. It would have been so much easier if she could lock it... She'd have to confirm it was Kaitlyn before unlocking it, however, and Cynthia suspected the cheerleader wouldn't make that simple, either. She'd probably have to peek through the blinds, and run the risk of anyone on the other side catching a glimpse of her bare chest...

"Ugh," she wrinkled her nose, staring down at her ruined bra, her stockings having already been tossed into the trash can. The extra padding of the bra was helping it do a much better job than they had, though it was also why it had cost so much when she bought it... But, after this, she doubted she would want to wear it again anyway, no matter how much she'd spent on it. 

She could hardly believe this was happening again, that, after all this time, and all her work to re-make herself into a respected, stern teacher, she was right back here, thanks to that stupid Beverly. Who did she think she was?! She was just a student teacher, she should have been happy to stay quiet and watch Cynthia do her job... Instead, because of her, Cynthia was in diapers once more, and completely under the thumb of one of her students.

What was Katy going to do to her? Cynthia squirmed, remembering how she'd spanked the girl in class, made her pee her pants, humiliated her... Kaitlyn had deserved a punishment, though maybe not all of that. It wasn't like Cynthia had planned for her to have an accident, however! She couldn't be held responsible for the way the girl's body had reacted!

Cynthia flinched, hearing another sound in the hall, more pee trickling into her diaper, then turning into a full-blown spurt as, this time, the door opened. Without time to crawl behind her desk, she scrunched down, making herself as small as possible, as if that would make her harder to see if this was anybody other than Katy, and not simply tip them off more that something was wrong.

Thankfully, it was Katy, sweeping in and shutting the door behind her, the action giving Cynthia hope that she wanted to keep this a secret, too, between them, that this was going to be a private thing. That wasn't good, exactly... It was one thing to have her students know when they were children, and quite another for one who was a fully grown adult, and a smart and cunning one at that, to have that knowledge.

"Oh, you're doing so well!" Kaitlyn cooed. "I guess I won't have to make you go up to the janitor and apologize for leaving a mess behind after all!"

The teacher blushed, thinking about the creepy janitor, and having to talk to him at all, much less to have to beg his forgiveness. She didn't want Katy, or any of her other students, to know about all this; when it came to faculty members, though, she couldn't say that she particularly wanted him to find out, either. It might be less disastrous for her than if the principal found out, sure, but in its own way, she wasn't sure it was much better. 

"Of course," Katy giggled, you still might want to apologize, since you're leaving him such a full, and stinky, garbage can to empty. Speaking of... You might as well toss that bra now. I have something so much better for you."

Cynthia had begun to accept that she was going to throw away her bra, but, somehow, it hadn't occurred to her that the janitor might notice. She supposed that went to show how little she thought of the man, if she didn't have to... As long as he was out of her sight, she just accepted that his work got done, and was happy for that, without considering that he was the one behind it.

Other than what they'd put into it, the garbage can wasn't particularly full, which made each individual thing inside stand out all the more as she stood over it, gingerly holding her wet bra between two fingers. Her stockings were draped over her folded-up messy diaper, but the latter was still visible, and recognizable as what it was... If she positioned it right, perhaps the bra would cover the rest of it, though letting him see her bra, whether it was on her or not, wasn't a huge improvement... And it wouldn't do anything for the smell.

Humiliating as it was to admit, or think about, she'd mostly gotten used to it, in her time stuck in the room with it, she'd grown fairly accustomed to it... It was definitely going to be hard for anyone else who came it to ignore, however, and the janitor might be curious enough about it to poke around and see where it was coming from after all...

She was going to have to empty it herself. She didn't relish the thought of running around the school, clutching her garbage can, trying to find somewhere to dump it without running into anyone who might catch a whiff, or glance inside, but surely that was better... Wasn't it? If she was lucky, she could get to the bathroom without anyone seeing, and then it would be impossible to tell who had left those things there.

Before she could do that, though, she needed whatever clothes Kaitlyn had brought her, because leaving the classroom now, wearing only a diaper, would defeat the entire purpose of worrying about her trash can in the first place. "So," she swallowed, staring up at Katy. "Wh-What clothes did you get me?" 

"Only the cutest!" the girl smiled. "They're going to fit you so much better than those silly things you had on before... Like that bra! That wasn't right for you at all, was it? No, this is what you need!”

She'd set her armload of clothes down on the desk while Cynthia disposed of her bra, and now, she held one of the pieces up, proudly displaying what was clearly a childish training bra, pink with lots of ribbons and lace to make it look all the more immature, almost the complete opposite of the one she'd put on this morning. She wanted to whine and protest, but she had to go along with this, at least for now. Instead, as diplomatically as she could manage, she said, "I-I'm not sure that will fit."

"Oh, don't be silly!" Kaitlyn teased. "Come here and let me show you!"

Cynthia shuffled over, trying to get a look at what else the cheerleader had picked out for her, the bits she saw not giving her much hope. Katy tugged the bra over her head, sliding it down her chest. Cynthia had been right, that it wasn't really the right size, yet that didn't stop Kaitlyn. It was tight enough to rob her of most, if not all, of her cleavage, leaving her looking like she truly did belong in it.

"Much better!" Katy declared, the exact opposite of Cynthia's thoughts. "What a sweet little training bra... Too bad you aren't ready for training pants yet." 

"I-I am, too!" Cynthia pouted, before blushing. "I-I mean, I don't even need those, I can wear panties and..."

She was cut off by a crinkle, as Kaitlyn gave her diaper a squeeze. "Really?" she raised an eyebrow. "You're feeling awfully soggy..."

"I-It's not that bad!" Cynthia protested, although she had to admit it was wetter than she'd thought. Apparently, she'd gotten spooked waiting for Katy's return more often than she'd realized...

Kaitlyn chuckled. "If you say so... I think it's a good thing I brought you an extra diaper, too."

"It isn't my fault!" Cynthia insisted. "Y-You used a trigger on me, and you made me do it!"

"I definitely have done that," Kaitlyn admitted. "Not this time, though... This is all you." She gave the diaper a pat before untaping it, starting to wipe the teacher off. "I think your body is just remembering what it's like to be in diapers, and acting accordingly. It knows that this is where you belong."

"It is not!" Cynthia glared at her, doing her best to look - or at least sound - sure of herself, as difficult as that was to do in her current position. 

Katy humored her with a, "Whatever you say," as she got her into yet another fresh diaper, bundling it up, making Cynthia toss it into the trash can with the other, making it that much harder for her to pretend there was any chance the janitor wouldn't spot them. "All right, now that we're done with that..." 

She slid a pink t-shirt on over Cynthia's chest, hiding the training bra, at any rate, though it didn't help much with the diaper. Kaitlyn put a huge bow in the teacher's hair next, almost making Cynthia wonder if that was it, if this was her entire outfit, even with another piece sitting, quite obviously, on the desk, waiting.

Just by looking at it, she could tell it wasn't what she would have preferred, but that was true of everything else, too. It was a multi-colored tutu skirt, big and fluffy, yet pretty translucent despite that... Would there be enough layers of the thin fabric to hide her diaper? And was it long enough to do that in the first place?

The answer to those questions were 'maybe', and 'definitely not'. It was hard to judge the first accurately, staring down at herself, knowing what to look for... She thought there was a chance that the plastic of her diaper was obvious, although she couldn't say for sure. Ultimately, it didn't matter, since it stopped well short of covering her padded crotch, so everyone was going to know anyway.

"I can't wear this!" she whimpered. "I-I look more immature than a freshman!" That may have been the understatement of the year; any freshman that showed up looking like this would be bullied for the rest of her high school career, even without the diapers.

"Aww, poor thing," Kaitlyn teased. "I had a feeling you'd say that... That's why I brought you this." There had been one more thing in the pile, it turned out, well-hidden beneath the poofy skirt. Katy picked it up, pressing it into Cynthia's arms, the woman looking at it in disdain. It was a purple teddy bear, one more testament to her childishness. Nobody would dare bring a toy like that here... Perhaps at her old teaching job, where this had all begun, but never here, in high school. "Well?" Katy smirked. "Aren't you going to thank me for your nice outfit?"

Cynthia gritted her teeth; like it or not, it was better than only a diaper... Not by much, but maybe it would be enough that she could get out of here and back home to her real clothes. "Thanks, Miss Katy," she mumbled. "They're... great."

"Hmm," the cheerleader mused. "I'm not sure I buy that. But that's all right... Because I have one more surprise for you. You see, when I talked to Ms. Bev, and she told me about your triggers, she taught me a thing or two..."

Cynthia's eyes widened. "Katy, I-I don't know what she told you, but..."

"Time for Cynthia to sleep," Kaitlyn snapped her fingers, and, in a flash, Cynthia fell silent, her eyes sliding shut. By the time they opened, things were very different.

"Oh!" Cindi gasped, blinking. "I-I'm sorry, Miss Katy... I must have fallen asleep... Is class over?"

Miss Katy smiled down at her. "Of course it is, sweetie... I just got done changing you, remember? You had a little accident..."

Cindi gulped, her cheeks burning. "O-Oh... R-Right..." That happened a lot... She was sure it would have been humiliating for anyone, but it felt especially bad for her. She was sure everyone looked down at her for being a freshman in the first place, and for having skipped a few grades, making her the youngest student there... She couldn't bear the thought of anyone knowing she had to wear diapers, too!

"Y-You don't think anyone noticed, do you?" she asked, tugging at her skirt. She couldn't believe her Mommy had made her wear this today... She remembered stomping her feet, throwing a fit this morning in her bedroom when she saw what had been picked out for her - though, weirdly, her memory grew a bit fuzzier when it came to what her Mommy looked like in that moment - but, as usual, it hadn't done her any good.

"No, of course not," Miss Katy assured her. "Now, could you help me get everything straightened up before we get you to cheerleader try-outs?"

Try-outs... She'd almost forgotten! She'd wanted to be a cheerleader for so long! She was nervous, of course, but she felt a little better knowing Miss Katy was the faculty advisor, and that she already knew about her diapers. Hopefully, she'd help keep the cheerleading squad from finding out, or at least keep them from making fun of her.

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded, gathering up the changing supplies, pausing only when it came to the baby powder, frowning as she looked at the lid, trying to recall how to close it, fiddling with it until she squeezed too hard, sending a white cloud into her face.

"Cindi!" Miss Katy scolded. "Honestly... Are you so much of a baby that you don't even know how the powder works? Does someone else always change you?"

"No!" Cindi shook her head, pouting, glad that Miss Katy didn't asked to clarify which of her questions that was the answer to. "I smell like a baby now!"

"I'm sure they won't mind," the woman chuckled. "And they won't mind if you take your teddy with you, either... I bet that'll help calm your nerves, won't it?" Cindi nodded, hugging her toy to her chest, definitely glad she'd brought it from home today. "All right... Well, we'd better get going. We don't want the newest cheerleader to be late!"