San Bambina Chapter Eleven (Patreon)

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Staci toddled back to class, her mind racing. The diaper change had been a humiliating, but highly enlightening experience... the article was shaping up well, though it was going in strange directions she couldn’t have predicted. She walked past the line of girls still waiting to get their diapers changed, eyes on the floor, sure that they were watching her, judging somehow. The stink of poopy pampers hung in the air, and she walked quickly to get past them, a blush clinging to her cheeks, diaper crinkling behind her.

Once she was back in class, she returned to her seat, the fresh diaper soft and comfy under her bottom, the plastic crinkling quietly in her ears with every move she made, making her blush... making her think back to her tender diaper change. The room was still largely empty, with most of the class still waiting to get their diapers changed, which at least gave her a chance to think. She picked up her crayon, pretending to return to her project with her mind racing a mile a minute.

She hated to say it, but she had to agree with the nurse... Steve’s fiancee was a very lucky woman. She thought back to the way he so tenderly cleaned her disastrously dirty diaper, never once snickering or making rude comments, just doing the job, and doing it with the utmost care, his touch so loving, so gentle...

Oh my God! She had to fight from crying it out loud when she realized her pussy was getting moist. Frantically, she tried to clear her mind, to push these thoughts out, to try and return to normal, but she couldn’t. She kept thinking of Steve’s handsome face, his strong hands, the way they felt on her body. She cringed with ticklish embarrassment at the way he cleaned her, the intimate touches to the most sensitive parts of her body, delivered lovingly, but without sexual intent... it somehow created a cocktail of shame and arousal that had virtually froze her in place. She inhaled deeply, frowning when her nose was filled with the scent of baby powder, which only confounded the throbbing ache between her legs.

Oh Lord... what’s gotten into me? Staci’s thoughts raced, and she was unable to concentrate on anything else, she shut her eyes, trying to force her mind into silence, but she was horrified to find odd daydreams and scenarios bubbling into her mind beyond her control. The preceding weeks research into San Bambina’s culture had taken it’s toll on her, and she found herself picturing scenes from all the movies and TV shows she’d watched, now featuring herself and Steve in the starring roles:

She thought back to the episodes of Our Family... except she was now one of the unruly daughters, and it was Steve who played daddy, doling out firm spankings and tender diaper changes with paternal love, forcing Staci to spend her nights sharing a crib with her stepsister (and often, her stepmother too.) She imagined herself as a powerful Matriarch, brought low by Detective Steve of The White Squad, humiliatingly robbed of her status. She pictured herself as the heroine of Rhythms of The Heart, relinquishing a life of fame, power, and privilege for one of pampered subservience to her husband and manager, Steve.

Staci stared at her colouring, heart pounding, pussy throbbing, unable to stop squirming in her soft fluffy pampers. Other girls were starting to drift in, and Staci was desperately trying to get a hold of herself when Julia returned and plopped down in her seat, thickly pampered bottom crinkling, a saucy little smile on her cute face.

“That,” she said, running her fingers through her crimson locks, “was HOT!”

“Uh... Y-yeah,” Staci agreed as boldly as she could, feeling dizzy.

“Did you see my guy?” she gushed, laughing when Staci nodded numbly. “Mmmm... YUMMY! Easily one of the hottest guys that’s ever changed my diaper! Did you hear-- he called me ‘stinky-britches!’”

“Um, I’m sorry to hear that, Julia.”

Julie shot her a sassy look. “Are you crazy? Don’t you readBabe Magazine? If a guy teases you about having a stinky diaper, it means he likes you!”

“Oh,” Staci said, blushing, trying to think back to whether or not Steve had called her any embarrassing pet names.

She was relieved when Sherri and Hazel returned in a pair, giggling among themselves as they returned to their seats, comparing notes on their recent experiences.

“... Probably one of my top five diaper change!” said Sherri, settling back into her seat and resuming her work. “My butt’s still tingling!”

“Yeah... nothing like a fresh diaper from a handsome boy to make you feel like a real woman!” Hazel said with a sigh.

“But I think the new girl was probably the luckiest among us!” Julie said, drawing everyone’s attention to poor Staci (who wanted to shrink down into nothingness.) “Staci-- what was it like having a guy THAT hot changing your diaper?”

“Uh...” she stammered, still wrestling with her recent experience. “Um... I don’t really know what to say...”

“Aw, come on, Staci,” Sherri said teasingly. “It’s not everyday you get your messy butt wiped by the captain of the football team! What was it like?”

“Uh... well... I...” unsure what to say, all Staci could do was stammer. For some reason she couldn’t explain, she felt her eyes misting up with tears.

“Staci?” Hazel asked, concerned. “Are you OK?”

“I... I don’t...” Staci tried to answer, but surprised herself by choking, her words breaking down into soft sobbing. She was surprised to find herself suddenly overwhelmed, and before she knew it, she was starting to cry.

No! She chided herself, biting her cheek in an attempt to get herself under control.We’re not going to do this! Not here! Please, God, don’t let me start bawling here, in my diapers, in this glorified nursery! I don’t think I could take that!

But it was too late, and almost before she realized it, Staci was quietly, but obviously weeping in the middle of class.

“Staci, what’s wrong?” Hazel said, concerned, reaching out to touch her gently on the shoulder.

“I... don’t...”

But she couldn’t even finish before breaking down into loud heaving sobs, utterly emotionally overwhelmed by the situation.

While the other girls whispered to each other, trying to determine what the problem could be, the teacher made her way over to the table, bending down over Staci with quiet concern.

“Staci, what’s the matter?” she asked, voice dripping with concern.

“She just started crying, ma’am,” Sherri informed her seriously, genuinely concerned about her new friend.

“Staci, are you alright?” The teacher asked, putting her arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

Staci tried to pull herself together, but she simply couldn’t help it, and the tears spilled out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry,” she blubbered, sniffling, her lips quivering. “I-I-I just don’t know what’s wrong with me!”

“Awww... you poor thing,” the teacher said, wrapping Staci up in a comforting hug. “You’d better come with me.”

Staci gasped when she felt herself scooped up into the teacher’s arms, just like a real baby, and carried up to the front of the room.

“OK, show’s over... back to work everyone.”

Slowly, one by one, all eyes returned to their papers, and by the time they were at the front of the room, everyone was back to work and had seemingly forgotten her. Staci found herself behind the teacher’s desk, seated in the woman’s soft lap, wrapped up in a nice warm hug.

“You just hang in there and try to calm down sweetie,” the teacher said, retrieving the phone from it’s cradle. “I’ll call your aunt.”