San Bambina Chapter Fourteen (And a little preview) (Patreon)

God, I can hardly believe it's almost June! I will be taking a month off to recuperate and get caught up on some stuff, so the next billing cycle is paused-- it will resume again on July 1. I know I'm behind (once again!) but I'm still under the weather, and it's starting to grind me down a bit. Hopefully, a month off will do me good (and hopefully, it doesn't fly by as quickly as the first half of the year.)

Speaking of delays: TrapDiaper had some technical issues, but he's back on track now... check out this cool preview I just got this morning (and yes... those diapers are loaded and quite smelly!) I'd still like to finish it all up this month, even if I have to put out it all out at once, but we'll have to see how it goes... If things have to spill over into June a bit, I hope you don't mind.

“I suppose it goes without saying,” Mary said to Staci, who was trembling on her diapered bottom on the carpet, “that you’re in quite a lot of trouble... The government of San Bambina doesn’t look very kindly on spying. Isn’t that right, Agent Long?”

“The courts are notoriously harsh on this type of espionage. The minimum penalty is a ten year regression sentence,” Marissa Long confirmed, somewhat gleefully when she saw Staci turn white at the news. Ten years as a simpering Adult Baby... she could hardly imagine a worse fate.

“You’re lucky you know,” Agent Long said, as though she could read Staci’s mind. “Your little friend Chelsea’s the one who’s in real trouble. For a Matriarch to abuse her position like this is one of the most serious crimes that can be committed in San Bambina. ‘Treason’ is too small a word for it. By the time we’re done with her, she’ll never remember what it was like to be an adult ever again.”

Staci shuddered and fought back tears. Her one and only comrade in the country was captured and about to be reduced to a diaper dumping adult toddler wit the intellect of a two-year old. She’d never been more alone in her life.

“You can’t do this to me... I’m an American! My government won’t tolerate this!”

Agent Long just chuckled. “Give me a break! We’ve got you dead to rights! You violated our laws, now you’re going to face our justice system... the same as any of our citizens who committed a crime in your country would be!”

Staci shuddered and bit her lip to fight back tears.

“However,” Agent Long continued, smiling, clearly enjoying letting Staci twist in the wind. “Given your status as a media personality, we at CRIB see an opportunity to benefit both yourself and the glorious republic of San Bambina.”

“Meaning what?” Staci said, her voice barely above a whisper. The situation had spiralled completely out of control, and she just wanted to go home. Sitting in her pampers dressed up like a baby was so strange and out-of-touch with her regular life... and yet, there was something so hauntingly, primordially familiar about it, a strange nostalgia that was building the longer she spent in these pampers... as though she was slipping backward into infancy the longer she stayed in them.

“An 18 month regression sentence, to be served in the custody of our friend Mary here and her husband. During this time, you will produce articles detailing your stay in our glorious little country, focusing extensively on all that we have to offer our young female population. These articles will be published locally first, then republished in America by our allies in the media who are, shall we say, sympathetic to our way of life.”

“You want me to make propaganda for you,” Staci said, hollowly. She’d come here to help expose the injustices of San Bambina to the world... now, she’d be singing it’s praises to help solidify the very thing she hated in San Bambina and help them spread their influence across the world.

Yet what choice did she have now? Of her only two allies in the country, one was currently about to face severe punishment from the government, and the other was the one who’d sold them out. Staci had never felt so alone or powerless... the thick, crinkly diaper taped to her butt wasn’t exactly helping in that regard, either.

“Well, my dear,” Agent Long said, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “what’s it going to be? 18 months of a soft, probationary punishment before returning to your decadent, immoral nation, or ten years in one of our special regression facilities? You know, after a ten year sentence, most women can’t even go back to using the toilet. By that time, their potty training has atrophied to the point that making it to the bathroom in time is just a distant dream. Most of them just wind up staying in pampers.”

Agent Long watched Staci with a malicious gleam in her eye, gauging her reaction. Staci, for her part, felt like she was on the verge of crying, but she bit down on her cheek, determined not to give the sadistic Agent Long any satisfaction.... she could do that much, at least.

“Well,” Mary said, downing the last of her tea before rising from her seat. “I suppose there’s no need to pressure her. Maybe a couple of hours in Playcare will help her make up her little mind!”

Staci shook her head firmly, but Mary was already rising to retrieve her coat from the closet. “Marissa, could you be a dear and get her ready... we’re going for a little ride!”

“My pleasure, dear,” Agent long said, her smile both warm and intimidating. Staci gulped as she approached, blushing when she let out another spurt of pee into her pampers.

“I don’t think-- uummph!” Staci found herself cut off when the thick rubber nipple of a pacifier was forced into her mouth. She gazed up at the smirking Agent Long, but she didn’t even notice as she took the straps and buckled them around the back of her head, neatly re-arranging her hair to hide it before fixing the pouting reporter with a stern look.

“Don’t you even think about trying to take that off, young lady!” Agent Long warned in a harsh voice. “Believe me-- you don’t want me to have to get tough with you!”

The firmness in her tone and look left Staci gulping. She wasn’t happy with the situation, but she didn’t want to push Agent Long too far... the woman looked like she could be capable of doling out any kind of punishment she could imagine... and probably a couple she couldn’t. Biting her tongue, she decided to bide her time for the moment and see how things played out.

Mary flounced out of the room, but she returned momentarily wearing a matching coat and hat made from bright red material. Staci almost laughed out loud... she looked like a parody of a mother from a 1950’s sitcom... but whatever laughter she might have mustered died inside her when she realized she herself looked like some kind of throwback-- an exaggerated, hyper-feminine form of hapless infancy that was as adorable as it was humiliating. Staci found herself fighting back tears once again when she realized what she was becoming.

“Ready, girls?” Mary asked cheerfully, smiling brightly at them.

“You bet,” Agent Long said, rising and fixing Staci with a nasty look. “Let’s show this little brat what’s in store for her if she declines our kind opportunity!”