San Bambina Chapter Nine (Patreon)

Sorry again I'm a bit behind this month everyone. These last ten days are going to be pretty packed-- keep your eyes open for the next instalment of You Can't Do That To Hot Chicks in a couple of days, followed by the next issue of Regression Crisis a couple of days after that.

Finally! Staci allowed herself a smile as the teacher instructed them to line up neatly and get ready to head down to the nurse’s office. Her research had actually covered this aspect of San Bambina’s universities: when it was changing time, the students were marched down to a special facility on campus, where a robust nursing staff would heard them onto one of a couple dozen changing tables, clean them up, and strap a fresh pamper on them. Staci never thought she’d look forward so eagerly to the experience of someone else wiping her butt for her.

She lined up with her new friends and allowed herself to be led towards the nursing station, smiling and chatting along with the other girls. She was very aware of the mushy load in the seat of her diaper, causing it to sag behind her, and her stomach rolled as it squished against her bum with every step she took, but she could tolerate it-- just as long as she knew she was about to be cleaned up.

They lined up outside the changing station, going inside in groups of about twenty or so. The flow was a little slow, and Staci wondered what was taking so long-- after all, these people did nothing but change diapers all day, and they prided themselves on their efficiency. It seemed that the Mud Pies were still having an effect on some of the students, and periodically, a loud farting sound would emerge. Staci was sure that many of them were passing a lot more than just gas.

Staci waited patiently with the others, breathing shallowly to avoid the stench that pervaded the hallway, even with the windows open and a light, tropical breeze sweeping it’s way through. She sighed, trying and failing to ignore the way the lumpy pile in her pants made her buns feel all hot and slimy inside her diaper and the way the weight of it pulled her pampers down at the back, exposing the very top of her butt-crack. The sensation was totally alien to her... and yet, there was something so strangely familiar about it. The feeling had dredged up long forgotten memories of early childhood, and Staci wasn’t exactly enjoying the experience.

A ripple of whispers and giggles travelled up the line, and Staci felt herself getting nervous. Something was going on. At last, Hazel turned to Staci with a naughty smile. “There are boys in there!” she said, covering her mouth with an excited giggle. “Pass it on!”

With a hollow feeling inside, Staci turned and passed the message on to Julia, who received it with excitement and gleefully passed it on to the next girl. Staci turned back, fretting, her smile now gone. Boys? Here? Why? She wracked her brain, trying to figure out who these ‘boys’ were and what they could be doing in the changing center. Suddenly, Staci was feeling a lot less enthusiastic about that diaper change.

But she didn’t have much time to fret about it-- it wasn’t long before she was called inside, along with Julie, Hazel, and Sherri. As Staci trudged into the room behind her friends, her loaded diaper sagging and smelly behind her, the young reporter couldn’t help but feel like a condemned man being led towards his final reward.

The room consisted of about ten changing tables, each one large enough for a grown woman and well-stocked with diapers and changing supplies. About half of them were currently occupied by young women in various stages of getting their diapers changed (she barely even noticed the poopy butts that she saw... another sign of how jaded she’d become.)

But that wasn’t what she was paying attention to-- she was to busy gawking at the group of handsome young men who were assisting the nurses in their duties, some of them even handling the diaper changes themselves. Staci blushed furiously from head to toe. This is not what she was expecting, and the sight of these good looking young men had her feeling completely flustered-- not to mention humiliated. Standing in front of these hot guys, the warm, mushy load in her pants squishing against her bum and sagging in the back, obediently waiting for a diaper change, Staci felt about two feet tall.

“Girls,” the nurse said excitedly, addressing the group, “we’ve got some special guests today! These boys will be graduating soon, and they’re here to get a little hands-on diaper changing experience! After all, they’ll probably be getting married soon, and that’ll mean they’ll be dealing with quite a few messy pampers in the not too distant future!”

The girls tittered and blushed among themselves, squirming eagerly, allowing themselves to be taken gently by the hand and led over to the changing tables. They were taken gently under the arms and lifted onto the table, their loaded diapers squishing under their butts.

“Hi there.”

Staci turned towards the voice and nearly fainted when she came face to face with one of the best looking guys she’d ever seen in her whole life.

“I’m Steve,” he said, extending a strong hand that enfolded her dainty fingers firmly, but gently, and gave her a very professional handshake.

Confronted with this handsome young man with a perfect smile and haircut, Staci became incredibly flustered... especially when she looked over at the other changing stations and realized what was about to happen. Standing there, her diaper messy, stinky and sagging behind her, Staci could only shift from foot to foot and stammer, her mind totally blank. At last, she blurted: “Are you going to change my diaper?”

To his credit, Steve didn’t burst out laughing, instead favouring her with a blindingly white smile and nodding yes before reaching out to take her by the hand. Though still hesitant, Staci allowed herself to be led over to the table, where she too found herself scooped up and deposited on her bottom on the flat, yielding surface of the changing table.

“Ooo!” Staci emitted a breathy squeal when she felt the load squish moistly beneath her rounded backside, her buttocks sinking into the warm, mushy pile in her pampers. She couldn’t resist giving her bottom a quick squirm, really working her seat into the gooey pile beneath her.

“Lie back, sweetie,” Steve directed smoothly. Staci opened her mouth to protest, but couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t blow her cover... besides, she really did want to get this nasty diaper off, even if it did mean going right back into another one.

So Staci complied reluctantly, laying back on the padded surface and blushing furiously as Steve reached beneath the table for the supplies he was going to need.

“OK,” he said, reaching out and taking hold to the tapes on the front of Staci’s pampers, “let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Staci jumped a bit when he dramatically tore the tapes open, wincing when the load squished against her bum. Blushing furiously, she suppressed a whimper when Steve folded down the front panel, revealing the huge, lumpy, and very smelly mess within.

“Whew!” Steve said, wincing and fanning his face. “We’ve got a very SMELLY princess here, don’t we?” he asked rhetorically, making Staci squirm with embarrassment as he took her by the ankles and lifted her legs, revealing a very messy hiney.

Staci’s eyes went round and she bit her lip to silence a squeal when the cold, cool baby-wipe came into contact with her warm, fleshy bottom. She shivered, but kept silent, enjoying the sensation of her dirty rear-end getting clean.

Steve’s large, strong hands did their job commandingly, and Staci could feel such restrained power behind them... a blush broke out across her cheeks, and she squeezed her eyes shut, repressing a shiver when she felt the cool wipe pass between her messy buttocks.