San Bambina Chapter Five (Patreon)

Sorry I'm once again late with this, everyone. I'm going to make a longer update soon, but suffice it to say I've had another incredibly rough month in real life and it's starting to take a toll on me. There's definitely going to be another Regression Crisis update in a couple of days, and I'm going to try and get another round of Diaper Date through before the first of June as well. Thanks for sticking with me, and I'm sorry everything is so late once again. If you're enjoying the story, please take the time to hit like and leave a comment below.

“Ready?” Chelsea asked when they met in Staci’s room the next morning. Staci nodded, trying to look as confident as possible, but there was no denying that she was scared. She’d called her friends and contacts, letting them know that she’d come down with a case of food poisoning and wouldn’t be attending the festival that day. It would be simple enough to sneak out of the hotel with the aid of a hoodie and a pair of sunglasses.

Yet she couldn’t help feeling nervous. She was about to violate the very strict regulations of a country neither she nor any other outsider knew very much about. The documents she’d signed when agreeing to attend the festival made it clear that she was allowed to retain her status as an adult as a courtesy extended by the government only... who knew what would happen if their ruse was discovered.

Too late to back out now, babe, she thought grimly, forcing herself to suck in deep, cleansing breaths. She was on autopilot all the way out of the hotel and on the car ride, this time not even noticing the strange sights around her, so close to home, yet so bizarre in the details.

Finally, they were at the home of Mary Beth Whitler, a Matriarch of some standing, married to a man in the state department, both of them sympathetic to the cause of women’s equality in San Bambina. Mary sat on the board of trustees at the country’s largest post-secondary institution for women. It was she who would provide Staci with the credentials she would need to infiltrate the school as a member of the staff.

Or so she had thought... it wasn’t long after they arrived that they realized there had been a miscommunication-- Staci would be infiltrating the school not as a teacher’s aid, but as one of the students!

“This is not what we talked about, Mary!” Chelsea said, clearly unhappy with this turn of events. Staci could only sit by, dazed, and listen to them argue. “You can’t possibly ask her to...”

“What’s the big deal?” Mary asked. “She can still get her story. If anything this is even better.”

“In what way is this better?!”

“She wanted to write about the lives of female students, right? Now she can experience things first hand... get an actual, ground level view of what things are really like.”

“This is ridiculous, Mary!” Chelsea was fuming, furious that her friend would ask Staci to put herself into such a compromising (not to mention embarrassing) position. “I won’t allow you to put her through this... I’m calling this off!”

“No.”

Staci’s voice was soft but strong, steady, calm, and decisive. Mary and Chelsea both turned to look towards her, listening to what she had to say.

“She’s right,” Staci told Chelsea seriously. “It is better this way.”

“Staci,” Chelsea said warily, “you don’t know what...”

“It’s for the best,” Staci said, trying to sound confident. “Really... she’s right-- the best way to write about these girls and what they go through... is to go through it myself.”

“Staci... are you sure?”

“I’ve got to do this, Chelsea,” Staci said, trying her best to quell her fear. “It’s the only way I can help shed a light on what’s been going on here.” Not to mention what it’ll do for my career, she thought, a little guiltily.  “Look, I know it’s not going to be a picnic, but I’ve got to do this... people have to know.”

She shared a hopeful smile with Chelsea.

“Let’s get started,” said Mary Beth.

A blanket was spread out on the floor of the master bedroom, and Mary Beth instructed Staci to strip. The pretty young reporter complied, her cheeks turning rosie as she began pealing off her clothes. Chelsea asked if she should leave, but Staci quickly nixed the idea... she needed the moral support of the closest thing she had to a friend in this situation. Hesitantly, with her fingers trembling, she undressed, first shedding her her top and pants, then her silky underwear.

She stood in front of them, two women she barely knew, naked and quivering, her body fit but soft and womanly, plump in all the right spots.

“Lay down dear,” Mary Beth said, giving her a gentle pat on her bare rump for emphasis.

Staci shot her a doubting look, but complied, slowly lowering herself to a sitting position on the blanket, it’s material soft and smooth against her dainty bottom. Her heart thumped, her head swimming as she watched as her host meticulously laid out powder, lotion, and a big pack of diapers on the floor next to her before she lowered herself to her knees at Staci’s feet.

“Lay back, dear,” Mary instructed, placing her hand on Staci’s bare shoulder and guiding her down gently. “Just relax, that’s it, darling. Just let me take care of it all for you. Don’t worry... I change plenty of diapers for girls about your age at the university all day.”

She filled her palms with sweet-smelling pink lotion, which she warmed by rubbing her hands together before she began applying it to Staci’s smooth bare pussy. The young reporter flinched and twitched at the other woman’s touch... being handled in such an intimate place in an (at least ostensibly) non-sexual way was a bizarre experience that would definitely take a little getting used to... though she prayed that she wouldn’t have to submit herself to this ritual too many times.

“Lift those legs,” Mary said, taking Staci by the ankles and helping to guide her feet into the air. “That’s it-- show me that cute little tushy!” Staci groaned with embarrassment, but still compliantly lifted her legs, pulling her knees to her chest, presenting her bare round tushy and perfectly pink pussy to Mary and Chelsea.

She gasped when the cool lotion made contact with her plump buttocks, quivering with humiliation when Mary kneaded and massaged it into her warm flesh. “OOO!” she squealed when she felt Mary dab a large dollop of cream onto the rosy crinkle of her anus, then rub it in with her finger.

“Just about done!” she said cheerfully, raining powder onto Staci’s vulnerable bare ass. The young reporter could only wiggle pitifully in protest, her face burning shamefully when the powder was patted in firmly. A wave of dizziness passed over her when her backside was lowered and she felt the soft, crinkly plastic of a thick, pink disposable diaper against her bare buttcheeks for the first time since she was a baby.

With a wicked smile, Mary pulled the diaper up firmly against Staci’s pussy before taping her up tightly, sealing the crusading young journalist into a diaper for the first time in over 20 years. With a thudding heart and a tingling, numbing embarrassment, Staci lifted her head and looked down at herself, letting out a small groan of humiliation when she saw her new puffy pink undergarment-- it looked exactly like a large sized version of the Huggies she used to change when she babysat back in college.

But Mary didn’t give Staci time to wallow in her shame. “Come along, darling,” she said, helping the diapered girl unsteadily to her feet. “Let’s get you ready-- we’re going to have to hurry if we want to get you to class on time.”