A Big Help - Part 13 (Patreon)

"H-Hi, Miss Katy," Cindi gulped bashfully, frantically pulling on her dress, meekly doing her very best to hide the messy diaper underneath. Of course, Miss Katy had seen her in dirty diapers before, had changed her out of them more than once... It felt different this time, though, more personal, now that they were in her home, and she was being babysat by her.

She sniffed, staring up at the bigger, more beautiful, more mature woman, mentally begging her not to notice, to have walked in after she'd done the mortifying deed, for all the good that was likely to do her. She shifted in place, the mushy mass moving with her, squelching between her thighs, reminding her of how truly childish she was in comparison.

"Hello, Cindi," Miss Katy replied, after a long, tense moment. Her own nose twitched, though not out of fear, and being moments away from bursting into tears. "Wow, it's awfully smelly in here, isn't it? Did you step in something?"

Cindi looked down at her feet for a moment, then felt stupid when she remembered she was right by the front door, where she took off her shoes. "Y-Yeah," she clung to the lie desperately. "That must be it!"

"Well, it happens to everyone," Miss Katy told her, patting her on the head. "We can worry about dealing with that later... For now, you have homework to do, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah," Cindi nodded. What had she been doing here? She couldn't remember, which made her feel a bit odd, though she didn't have long to fret about it as she was led through her house, to the kitchen table, where textbooks were spread out, waiting for her.

She froze, eyes fixed on the hard, wooden chair pulled out in front of all the books, waiting for her, bottom wiggling in her stinky pants. "Come on, Cindi," Miss Katy ordered. "You've played around long enough... You know your Mommy wants you to finish this up before she gets home!"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Cindi nodded, shuffling over, a part of her wanting Miss Katy to recognize her accident, to put a stop to this, so that she didn't have to say anything herself. Neither happened, Miss Katy somehow not putting two and two together when the smell followed them from the front door, and Cindi too shy in front of the teacher she had such a crush on to speak up, nose wrinkling as she sat down, the contents of her diaper squishing beneath her, making her feel so much smaller, so much more immature...

That probably didn't help matters for her as she began to look over her homework, squirming unhappily in her seat, hoping the skirt of her dress was long enough to hide her diaper now that she was sitting, but almost certain it wasn't. The textbooks all seemed like gibberish to her, her freshman brain struggling to come up with answers to any of the questions posed in her worksheets.

She could do this! She'd skipped a few grades, she ought to be more than smart enough to handle this! As she stared at the words, however, they only felt more and more cryptic, swirling around in front of her eyes as she uncomfortably wriggled in her messy diaper, feeling her backside getting more and more filthy as she moved, yet unable to help herself.

She let out a quiet yelp as Miss Katy bent over beside her, so close to her, surely so near that there was no way she wouldn't pick up on her scent. "What are you doing, Cindi?" she asked. "You need to get to work, young lady!"

But she couldn't! Maybe she really was just a stupid little girl, one who belonged demoted back to kindergarten, at best... It was obvious she was nowhere near ready for high school, judging by how lost she felt with this homework, and the state of her pants. She didn't want to admit it out loud, especially not to Miss Katy, the best thing about being in high school... She was the one here, though.

"M-Miss Katy?" she swallowed, looking up at her.

"Yes, Cindi?" she smirked.

"I... um... I-I..." Her eyes drifted down to the table in front of her, the teacher immediately grabbing her by the chin, forcing her face upwards, keeping her from turning away as she finally admitted, "I-I had an accident..."

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"Oh, no!" Miss Katy exclaimed in faux surprise. "Cindi! An accident? At your age? What kind?"

She had to know, didn't she? She couldn't really need Cindi to say it... But she wasn't backing down, wasn't giving Cindi an out. The girl whimpered, squirming, the movement reminding her of what a baby she really was. "I-I pooped my pants," she mumbled.

"Cindi!" Miss Katy scolded. "You're in high school! You know better!"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Cindi nodded. "I-I'm sorry..."

The teacher shook her head. "You should be! Honestly... Well, young lady, I think anyone who does that deserves to be put to bed nice and early... Right after she gets her diaper changed."

"B-But..." Cindi protested, looking out the window, seeing how bright it still was out there.

"Hush," Miss Katy snapped. "Little girls who fill their diapers don't get any say in their bedtime, do they?" Cindi shook her head. "So, Cindi... Are you ready for a fresh diaper?"

That was such an unfair decision to have to make! Either stay in her dirty diaper, continue to struggle with her homework, but get to stay up a little later, or get changed, and go to bed straight away... Cindi glanced down at the textbooks one more time, reminding herself of how much trouble they were giving her, how dumb they were making her feel, on top of everything else. "C-Could you change me, Miss Katy?" she asked. "Please?"

"Of course," Miss Katy beamed, taking her by the hand, helping her down off of her chair. "Poor, stinky Cindi... She needs lots of help, doesn't she?" Cindi blushed at the teasing, staying quiet as she toddled along beside her crush, back to the changing pad, her teacher kneeling down beside her, getting out a fresh diaper, bending forward over her as she pushed her clothing out of the way.

Cindi couldn't help but notice the way she could see down the woman's shirt when she did that, making her squirm, feeling a different kind of warmth between her legs, hoping that Miss Katy wouldn't notice when she opened up her diaper and began to clean her up... All the wiping it took to do that, however, just made things worse, worked her up even more.

"What's going on, Cindi?" Miss Katy teased, as Cindi hoped the moan that had escaped her throat had been blocked by her pacifier. "Are you turned on?" Cindi's cheeks burned, her head shaking... But Miss Katy took out a fresh baby wipe, running it over her privates, making her writhe. "I think you are... Do you think you're a big girl or something?" Cindi shook her head. "Oh, please," Miss Katy rolled her eyes. "I saw the way you were staring at me, Cindi... Do you want a better look?"

Cindi's eyes bulged as Miss Katy slipped off her top, unclasped her bra, giving her a full, unfettered view of her breasts, so big, so perfect... Cindi squeaked, hardly able to look away, but knowing if she could have, if she'd have glanced at her own chest, it would have seemed even more pitiful than usual. "This is what a real woman looks like," Miss Katy mocked. "But you aren't quite there, are you, Cindi?"

She couldn't deny it, shaking her head, which was starting to swim as she gawked at the beautiful woman crouching over her, rubbing her with the baby wipe, Cindi's hips thrusting towards it hungrily. "And guess what, Cindi?" Miss Katy whispered. Cindi couldn't, wasn't sure she could form any words, much less a coherent guess.

The rubbing stopped, the wipe tossed into her used diaper as Miss Katy lifted the girl's legs, whisking the old diaper away, expertly replacing it with a fresh one. "A little girl like you," she said, giving the bottle of baby powder a liberal shake, "could never hope to be with a real woman like me." And then, as if to emphasize it, she yanked the front of the diaper up, taping it snugly into place, sealing Cindi inside, proving what a baby she truly was.

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It was a very shaky, frustrated little girl who was left behind as Miss Katy stepped away to dispose of her dirty diaper and get her bed ready for her, her crinkling bottom squirming, looking for the release she'd been denied when the teacher had pulled the baby wipe away prematurely, finding, instead, only plastic and poofy padding.

Miss Katy had taken the dress, leaving her in the shirt she'd had underneath, her paci, and the diaper. It was, of course, the kind with baby blocks printed on the front, amplifying the babyishness she felt in the moment, the helplessness she was drowning in. She really was just a silly little girl, no matter how clever she'd thought she was, getting into high school at her age, and Miss Katy was very much a grown-up, so far beyond her that she might as well be a whole other species.

Despite the humiliation of it, there was something hot about what had happened, about her being diapered by her far more mature teacher... It had been so intimate, in a way that Cindi had never quite experienced before. The way it had ended had been mortifying, yes, but she still couldn't get the rest of it out of her mind, and, as naughty as she knew it was, she could feel her fingers trying to sneak their way into her diaper as she fantasized about it...

And that was when she noticed it, tucked away behind the couch. Her memories were fuzzy, though she was certain it was her Mommy's, that it was something she wasn't supposed to touch... But she was just as sure that it was something very good. She jumped when she flipped the switch, and heard it start to buzz, hoping Miss Katy didn't hear...

She knew exactly what to do, yet that didn't prepare her for how incredible it felt when she pressed it to her diaper, felt the vibrations rumbling through the padding. She moaned into her pacifier, toes curling as she pushed it tighter into the plastic, wriggling and whimpering in pleasure, thinking about her hot teacher touching her down there, even if it was just to change her diaper...

She was taken by surprise at how quickly it happened, the climax crashing into her, making her squeal in delight... And, in an instant, collapsing her hypnosis, reminding her of who she really was, of everything that had happened to her today, of what, exactly, she'd just masturbated to.

She gasped as she heard Kaitlyn return, trying half-heartedly to hide the vibrator, not wanting her to know what she'd done, what had made her diaper so sticky, minutes after being put into it. Unlike Big Girl Cindi, however, she wasn't naive enough to believe the girl wasn't aware of it, didn't know exactly what had been going on here, in her absence.

"I bet you're really ready for bed now, aren't you?" Kaitlyn teased, bending down, snatching the vibrator away. "This isn't a toy for little girls like you... I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate this."

Cynthia nodded numbly; considering she'd just been changed out of a messy diaper, it was hard to argue that she ought to be allowed to keep anything as adult as that... It was hard to believe she'd allowed herself to get so turned on by the experience that she'd want to use it, either. Kaitlyn had her so mixed up, so confused... She was wrapped around the cheerleader's finger, and she had no idea what to do about it.

"I guess I can't be too mad at you, though," Kaitlyn patted the smaller woman's diaper. "I did leave it there... And I can't blame you for getting excited, after seeing what a real grown-up looks like... It's too bad you're never going to get there, isn't it, Cynthia?"

The teacher swallowed, the use of her full name seeming pointed, like it was meant to let her know that Kaitlyn was aware that the hypnosis had ended. Kaitlyn took her by the hand, helping her up, Cynthia's own shirt falling open, taking her by surprise as she realized, in her passion, she'd unbuttoned it, stroking her own, much less impressive, chest while she thought about Kaitlyn's. The girl had put her shirt back on, yet there was no question, as the two of them looked down at Cynthia's bare breasts, that they were both mentally comparing themselves, and even less question about who the winner was.

"Don't be too sad," Kaitlyn told her, sliding the shirt off of Cynthia, letting it fall to the floor. "Those are perfect for a pathetic little diaper-filler like you." She grasped Cynthia's hand again, leading her, now in only a diaper, pacifier clasped between her lips, to her bedroom, tucking her in, sunlight still streaming in through her window.

"Night-night," Kaitlyn kissed her teacher on the forehead. "I can't wait for class tomorrow... We're going to have so much fun... Maybe I'll even bring your little toy with me, so you can show everyone how much you love your diapers."

Cynthia whimpered, but Kaitlyn was already walking away, laughing as she turned out the lights... And Cynthia knew that, if that was what the girl wanted her to do, no matter how humiliating it was, that was what would happen. No matter where she was mentally, what level of hypnosis - or lack thereof - she was under, Kaitlyn had complete control over her, and there was nothing she could do about it.