San Bambina Chapter Eight (Patreon)

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She was an atom bomb ready to blow, seconds away from loading her diaper with a mega-ton of nasty, radioactive sludge. Her bowels were a volcano-- a raging furnace of molten-hot diarrhea, ready to erupt at any moment and flood her pampers with stinky boiling hot mush. Her butthole was Old Faithful: it wasn’t a matter of if she was about to blow, it was a question of when.

All these thoughts and more raced through Staci’s mind as she struggled valiantly to keep her diaper clean. The beans she’d had for lunch, combine with the laxative-laced Mud Pies, were wreaking havoc on her digestive system. Her gas was uncontrollable, and she was farting like crazy-- loud, wet rippers that left a worrying moisture between her cheeks. As far as she knew, she was the only one in the room that hadn’t soiled herself yet, and she didn’t care-- she’d hold it until she exploded before she’d mess a diaper like some oversized baby!

She squirmed in her seat, the incessant crinkling of her pampers mocking her. With her ankles crossed, Staci pressed her thighs together as tightly as her thick pampers would allow, squeezing her buttocks as hard as she could. And the whole time, the stench of poopy pampers filled her dainty nose, taunting her, inviting her to just give in and join the party.

If the others noticed her plight, they didn’t say anything. They happily sat and squished away in their messy pants, chatting about the latest episode of Pampering Heights, a historical drama popular among young women. It told the story of Hugh Entwistle-- a young, good-looking gentleman in 1890s San Bambina. Hugh’s affections are torn between his fiancee, Jennifer, a cold, manipulative Matriarch from a wealthy family, and Amanda, a warm, caring Daughter from the middle-class. Both are quite beautiful, but where Jennifer is uptight and casually cruel to everyone (including her own sister, who was not lucky enough to be accepted as a Matriarch and must live, diapered and infantilized, in her older sister’s shadow,) Amanda is lively, affectionate, and, of course, always diapered and dressed like a giant baby. Hugh is falling in love with her-- but his parents would never accept, having forbidden him from bringing shame on the family by marrying a woman in diapers.

In last night’s episode, Hugh had taken Amanda on a quiet picnic in the park, hoping to break off their burgeoning affair. However, an unexpected messy diaper during the meal led to a steamy make out session, seemingly signalling that their relationship was entering a new level. Meanwhile, Jessica is hiding a secret-- a recent illness has left her with an incontinence problem that seems to be getting worse. Not only does a visit with her doctor prove fruitless, a bout of intestinal distress as she’s leaving the office leaves her with soiled britches when she’s unable to find a washroom in time, leaving her with a long and uncomfortable ride home in her carriage. It seems, at this point, that a date with diapers is inevitable for her... much to the glee of Staci’s classmates.

With her bowels bubbling and burbling away inside of her, Staci listened to her new friends pour over the latest episode in detail, discussing plot points and theories. Of course, everyone was hoping for Hugh to wind up with sweet Adult Baby Amanda (and they all agreed that her sexy dirty diaper change in the park was the highlight of the episode.) Nobody like the snooty, bitchy Jennifer (and everyone was enjoying her slow dissent into incontinence.)

Red-faced and dripping with sweat, Staci half listened, occasionally emitting embarrassed squeaks and squeals when her butt erupted with nasty, foul-smelling farts at random... there were times when she was worried she was about to blast a hole in her chair.

Finally, the inevitable happened: a particularly nasty ripper brought a hot, gooey glob firing out of her bottom and spattering against the seat of her diaper. With a stunned look on her face, Staci subtly reached back, blushing when she felt the lump in the seat of her diaper squish beneath her fingers.

From there on out, the battle was lost. Staci continued to valiantly strain to control herself, but she was now letting out little dollops of smelly brown mush at regular intervals, often with a noisy, gassy accompaniment. Staci just whimpered and quivered, feeling the pile in her pants growing larger by the minute, frustrated in the knowledge that there was nothing she could do about it..

At last, she lost all control, and the cute blonde felt her backside open, in spite of investing all the energy she had left in keeping it shut. She felt her buttocks parting, and soon a major mess began oozing out of her and into her diaper with a series of flatulent squishes. All her efforts at regaining control were fruitless, and Staci was literally lifted in her seat by a surge of mushy mud that spread out beneath her buttocks like a cushion.

Finally, her bottom sputtered to a stop, leaving Staci sitting in a diaper full of poop for the first time since she was a toddler. She quickly glanced around, determining, thankfully, that nobody seemed to notice her or her troubles. Sheri, Hazel, and Julia had returned to their crafts and their conversation, happily squishing away in their loaded diapers.

Picking up a crayon, Staci returned to her colouring, trying to ignore the hot mess that was still bubbling away in the seat of her pants. It was, of course, one of the most humiliating experiences of the young reporter’s life, and it fuelled her indignation-- she simply could not believe there was a place that would treat someone like this in the 21st century!

She inhaled deeply, regretting it instantly when her nostrils were filled with the smell of over a dozen messy diapers. She exhaled quickly, scrunching her upturned nose adorably, and trying to avoid making a face.

When are they going to change us? She couldn’t believe she was thinking like this... a few hours ago, it would have seemed insane. Yet now, all Staci could think about was getting this poopy pamper off... even if it meant climbing up on a changing table and lifting her legs to have her messy butt wiped by someone else-- just like an overgrown baby, she thought, shaking her head at the bizarre situation she’d found herself it. It would almost be funny... if it wasn’t so gross!.

Her table-mates had returned to their conversation, casually discussing Pampering Heights, even as they sat their well-toned tushies in their messy pampers. If they were uncomfortable, Staci could detect no outward signs of it... they happily stewed in their own mess, and she was sure she saw a few of them surreptitiously wiggling their butts in their poop-packed pampers.

Another twenty minutes or so passed, and after a few more rounds of highly flatulent diarrhea from a few of the students (including a particularly noisy and humiliating eruption from her own backside), Staci could see why they weren’t in a rush to change their diapers. At last, the teacher returned to the front of the class room and announced: “Alright, everyone-- time to get those messy little butts changed!”