San Bambina Chapter Nineteen (Patreon)

OK, we're now headed into some slightly more "intense" stuff in this story. I would definitely appreciate feedback from this point (starting with the end of this chapter) on-- weather it's good or bad. If you like this stuff, be sure to let me know by hitting like or leaving a comment below-- if you're not into it, let me know in the comments. I'm eager to hear what everyone thinks.

Staci tried out some of the playground equipment, more for the sake of her journalistic curiosity than anything else. The oversized slides were fun, though she had to admit, their increased height made them a little intimidating. The swings were a little more her speed: the seats were extra wide (to accommodate even the most thickly padded diaper-butt, she realized, settling herself in on her plushly bulging rear-end) and cushioned, making them quite comfortable to sit in, and they were perfectly constructed to re-create the sensation of being a small child... Staci chuckled at the way her feet dangled off the ground. Things got a little scary when ‘Big Sister’ Rhonda decided to take over the pushing for a while, but overall, Staci was surprised to find she was having an OK time.

When she’d had enough, she wandered over to a group of girls seated near the edge of the ball-pit and started chatting while Rhonda showed of her skills on the jungle gym and monkey bars. Watching her new friend sail across the metal bars and climb to the top of the metal frame with precision, speed, and grace, Staci once again found herself impressed with Rhonda’s athletic prowess.

The other girls were pleasant and friendly, sweet, cute, and adorable, accepting Staci into their group without question and expressing interest when Staci told them who she was (omitting such key details as the charges of spying pending against her, telling them simply that she was a reporter researching a story.) They were very eager to talk about themselves, with every one of them once again eagerly extolling the virtues of life in San Bambina, and expressing few complaints about their lives... indeed, at least half of them expressed no interest in becoming fully potty-trained, even after becoming a Mother!

Given this attitude, it came as no surprise that these girls were as casual about their bodily functions as her friends at school had been. Nonetheless, Staci couldn’t help but be a little nonplussed by their openness, such as when the girl sitting across from him simply spread her legs and pissed herself with a long, low hiss, the diaper swelling and turning yellow before her eyes. They belched and farted seemingly whenever the urge struck them, and apparently there was something to Rhonda’s remarks about the cookies because Staci was feeling a little gassy herself (though she still prissily suppressed her burps and farts as best she could in front of her new friends). She couldn’t entirely hide her shock when one of them simply squatted down right in front of her and grunted out a big BM in her pampers, the seat growing lumpy and brown before her eyes. She returning to the conversation when she’d finished, reclining on her side to avoid squishing her mess too much before she went to get changed... whenever that would be. All around her, Staci could see girls whose diapers were clearly loaded and/or soggy, and few of them seemed to be in a hurry to attend the fully-staffed changing station on the far side of them room.

After a while, one of the girls sitting next to her, Mia, leaned over to Staci and whispered hesitantly.

“Hey, so, um, are you, like... with that girl?” she asked, indicating Rhonda, who had been eyeballing Staci mysteriously from the top of the Jungle gym.

“I wouldn’t say that...” Staci said, not entirely sure what the girl was implying. “I only met her when I got here. She’s just, kinda... showing me around, I guess.” Mia nodded.

“Well, look,” She said, looking at Staci seriously. “It’s probably not my place to say anything, but... be careful with her, OK? You didn’t hear it from me, but some of the other girls say she’s into some weird stuff.”

“What ‘weird stuff?’”

“Well...”

But before Mia could finish, a familiar voice loudly interrupted their conversation.

“Phew-wee!” Rhonda declared, approaching the girl with the messy diaper from behind and delivering a loud, open-palmed swat to the seat of her bulging diaper, making her squeal as it mushed against her rear-end. “Somebody’s hauling a nice, stinky load behind her! P-U, honey, why don’t you get that thing changed already... you smell like an outhouse!”

Red faced, the girl quickly rose and scurried off as quickly as her mushy diaper would allow. Rhonda watched her go with an approving smile, then turned to address the group, even as she moved into the center. “Imagine just sitting there stinking the place up like that. How could someone be so rude?”

As if on cue, Rhonda stuck out her diapered behind and ripped an obnoxiously loud fart, blanketing the area in a noxious, dumpster-and-poopy-pampers-on-a-hot-day stink that, frankly, Staci wasn’t sure a healthy person should be able to produce. As the other girls collapsed into coughing and fanning their faces, Rhonda just laughed and grabbed Staci by the hand.

“C’mon, Lil’ Sis,” she said pulling the cute blonde to her feet and dragging her away. “I’ve got something to show you!”

“Rhonda,” Staci managed between coughs, “that was really nasty!”

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” she said dismissively, pulling her along to a very tall climbing apparatus on the far side of the room. Staci looked up, nervously wondering what her ‘friend’ had in mind.

“Climb up again,” Rhonda insisted, turning around and presenting her powerful back and shoulders.

Staci hesitated. “Rhonda, I’m not sure that I--”

“C’mon, honey... you don’t want to make big sis angry... do you?”

She did not, and so, sighing reluctantly, Staci climbed up on Rhonda’s back, wincing at the way their diapers crinkled when they rubbed together.

“Hang on tight!” Rhonda said, and Staci’s heart leapt into her throat when she started climbing, attacking the job with gusto. Staci clung nervously to Rhonda’s back, feeling utterly helpless in her power for the second time that day.

With ridiculous ease, Rhonda clambered up the wall with the speed and grace of a natural athlete. Staci almost felt like a real baby clinging to her mother’s back, and the higher her new ‘big-sis’ climbed, the tighter Staci found herself holding on, squeezing her eyes shut rather than looking down.

“Don’t be scared, baby-sis,’ Rhonda said with an easy laugh, easily swinging herself from one handhold to the next, like Staci wasn’t even there. “We’re just about there!”

Somehow, Staci didn’t find this reassuring, and she simply whimpered, tightening her grip around Rhonda’s powerful, athletic body and pretending that the slick wetness between her thighs was just sweat.

Finally, they reached their destination, and Rhonda hauled them both into the small, colourfully padded room at the top with a laugh, delighting at the sensation of the smaller and weaker Staci fearfully clinging to her, even after they were safely at rest.

Without warning, Rhonda suddenly pushed with all her might, flipping the panting Staci over onto her back with a grunt.

With the grace and speed of a professional wrestler, Rhonda flipped herself up and over, and before Staci even knew what was happening, the sexy, muscular brunette was seated on her face for the second time that day... and this time, it was definitely not an accident!

“Uhhh... Rhonda?” Staci said hesitantly her speech slurred by the crinkly plastic diaper rubbing in her face. “Do you mind getting your butt off of me?”

For a moment, Rhonda didn’t reply, and Staci considered asking her question again. Then, she realized that her self-appointed ‘big sis’ was emitting a low sound of concentration, as though she were deep in thought about how she would reply to what was, in Staci’s mind, a pretty simple question.

Moments later, Staci received her response when she was treated to a full-blown, garbage and garlic scented fart, point blank, right in the face from Rhonda. “Uh! GOD!” Staci cried, kicking and struggling frantically to escape the hideous stench that was assaulting her senses. It was the most vile thing that had ever happened to the prissy girl reporter, and she reacted like an animal trying to escape from a trap! “RHONDA! LEMME UP!”

Instead, Rhonda took Staci’s wrists and pushed them roughly to the floor. With her powerful thighs, she pinned her victim’s arms to her sides. Staci frantically kicked in response, but Rhonda simply grabbed her ankles and held them down. A mean smile turned to a grunt, followed by another gassy explosion that nearly blew Staci’s head off.

Beneath Rhonda’s muscular, diapered bottom, Staci let out a muffled scream, only to start coughing when she got a sniff of the swampy ass-gas that surrounded her head in a thick cloud. Her attempts at crying out were almost totally muffled by the heavily padded seat of Rhonda’s pampers. Beneath ‘big-sister’s’ butt, it was dark and smelly... she had no idea how much worse things were about to get.