Camila walked nervously down the hall behind her mommy. What had been planned as a quiet Saturday, had ramped up with the prospect of being put in ‘daycare’ for the afternoon. She was in her baby-est outfit yet, shortalls and a shirt with a pony on it. The shirt would be showing a lot of belly if it wasn’t for the shortalls. The shortalls themselves were overly baggy, with shoulder straps that kept falling down. Both were hand-me-downs from some past sorority sister.
Even more nervous-making was the super thick diaper Betty had put her in. Camila counted herself lucky she’d been able to talk her mommy out of a onesie.
“How long does daycare last?” Camila asked, clutching her pillow. She still didn’t have a good stuffie friend at college. The pillow was good as a security blanket and hopefully not as obvious for what it was.
“Just a few hours. You’ll get a chance to meet the other Littles, have some lunch, get a nap in, and I’m sure there will be games.” Betty said. “If you need to be changed, they’ll take care of it there.”
“Not in front of everybody though, right?” Camila asked.
“Not unless you’ve pre-arranged that that’s okay. It’s rare for anybody to get changed out in front of a group, in or out of daycare.”
“Okay. But, you’re not going to be there with me?” Camila bit her lip.
“No sweetie. That’s part of daycare. Having someone besides your mommy take care of you.” Betty chuckled. “Well, if you spend enough time in the daycare I’m sure it’ll be my shift some of the time. But still, this is kind of fun, dropping my baby-girl off at daycare.”
Camila squirmed. It was certainly helping her feel Little. She had a million more questions, but was out of time. Betty opened a door on a fully done up nursery room. Most of the rooms in the Delta-G sorority had a sort of ‘plausible deniability’ aspect to them. The Little decorates could easily be taken down or explained away for guests and events. Not so the daycare.
The walls were covered in wallpaper of animals, letters, and numbers in pastel colors on soft white. The floor wasn’t hardwood or carpet, it was a thick soft mat in primary blue. All the furnishings and fixtures were in Little style, carved with animal shapes; or painted in pastels or primary colors. There was a training potty in the corner, and a door open to a closet that had been converted to a diaper-change station.
Stuffies were neatly stored along nearly every wall. The shelves held toys, coloring books, and art supplies. A powerfully built woman with short, platinum blonde hair sat at a desk in a corner of the room. Camila had trouble taking her eyes off her. She’d seen that sister before, but never been introduced. Now up close, she had to marvel at the woman’s sculpted shoulders and powerful back.
“Hi Camila!” Sui Yin called.
She was sitting next to her twin, both of them dressed way more subtly than Camila was. They had skirts and cute blouses on. If they were padded, it was either a pullup or a pretty slim diaper.
“Hi Sui Yin.” Camila said, with a nervous wave.
“See? She can tell us apart.” Sui Yin said triumphantly.
“So can the other one.” Chun said, with a grin.
The other one? Camila wondered.
“Dropping a baby off, Betty?” It was the muscly sister from the desk. She was barely taller than Camila, but more powerfully built than most of the guys Camila had met.
“That’s right. I’m sure you remember from the debut party, but this is Camila.” Betty pushed Camila gently forward. “Camila, this is Octavia. She’s your daycare teacher for today.”
“Fair warning, I’m a hugger.” Octavia said with a huge smile.
Camila had no time to respond to that before she was enveloped by Octavia’s huge arms and lifted off the ground. Back on her feet a moment later, Camila felt her spine pop back into place.
“Hu-hi.” Camila said. She put her shortall strap back up on her shoulder.
“You’re all padded up.” Octavia said. “Oh that’s right, you had an accident at the debut! Don’t worry baby girl, I’ll make sure to diaper-check you regularly.”
The twins giggled. Camila clutched her pillow in desperate embarrassment.
“That would be great, Tavia! She will probably have an accident.” Betty said. “If she’s naughty, you have permission to spank her too.”
“What?” Camila asked.
“Got it. She’s in good hands.” Octavia said, ignoring Camila.
“Be a good baby Camila.” Betty said, patting Camila’s head.
“Say goodbye to your mommy.” Octavia said. She took Camila’s wrist in an alarmingly firm grip.
“Bye mommy.” Camila said, in more a whimper than she’d intended.
Betty disappeared through the door and Camila found herself pulled over to the desk so that Octavia could check her in. Daycare had sounded so hot when Betty had suggested it, and every other time it had been mentioned. Now she was feeling a little scared. A touch abandoned too.
The door opened again, admitting the last person that Camila wanted to see. Ginger strode up to the desk. She rolled her eyes at Camila.
“Of course you’re here.” Ginger said.
“Ginger, what’s your problem anyway?” Camila asked, again, with more of a pout than she was hoping for.
“I. Don’t. Like. You.” Ginger said, clapping softly between each word. “Just because we’re sisters doesn’t mean we have to be besties.”
Camila opened her mouth, half-shocked at how rude Ginger was being, half-preparing to let her rival have an earful. Ginger turned away from Camila before anything more could be said.
“This where I sign?” Ginger asked, already signing her name below Camila’s.
“That’s the spot, great job!” Octavia said.
“Thanks.” Ginger turned, ‘accidentally’ shoulder-checking Camila on her way away from the desk. “Hey Chun, you want to um, play?”
“Yeah!” Chun said with a delighted grin. “Let’s start with the stuffies.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Ginger said, laughing and flopping down on the floor with Chun.
“You’re going to love it.” Chun said, bumping Ginger’s shoulder with her own.
Camila blinked. When had THAT happened?
“Feeling shy honey?” Octavia asked.
“No, it’s just um…” Camila searched in vain for something that would unpack more than a decade of interactions with Ginger.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to have a good time. Let’s get you set up with a playmate, okay?” Octavia’s iron grip left Camila little choice but to follow along and be sat on the floor next to Sui Yin.
“Is there still room? I want to try the daycare!”
Lamara made her usual bull in a China shop entrance, accompanied by an older sister that Camila didn’t know. Lamara was wearing a pullup and nothing else from the waist down, again. The other sister had a skirt on, but it was way too short to cover her poofy diaper. Camila relaxed a little at not being the most baby-looking girl in the room.
“There sure is girls.” Octavia said. “Lamara right? And of course our best attendee, Florimel.”
“The coloring books and stuff are over here.” Florimel said.
Camila’s hopes of a larger group were dashed when Lamara and Florimel walked arm in arm to the coloring books. Realizing she was ignoring the girl she’d been sat next to, she smiled at Sui Yin.
“Hi, I don’t think we’ve gotten to talk much.”
“No. We were going to at the party, then you got in trouble.” Sui Yin said. If she was bothered by Ginger co-opting her twin, she wasn’t showing it.
“Yeah uh…”
“I think you got set up.” Sui Yin said. “I’m sorry that happened.”
“Oh, thanks. I mean, it was kinda my fault…”
“Naw. You were just trying to do what everyone wanted you to.” Sui Yin said. “Are you okay with all the stuff that Heather asks you to do? She’s kind of intense.”
“Heather M?” Camila asked, getting a nod from Sui Yin in return. “Uh, well I want to make sure I make a good impression.”
“Riiight.” Sui Yin said. “You know you can say no to her if you want, right? She’s not your mommy or your boss.”
“Sure! Yeah, I know that.” Camila said with a weak smile.
“I’ll stop bugging you.” Sui Yin said, shrugging. “So, what do you want to play?”
Camila looked around. “The train set looks cool. If – it isn’t too Little.”
“That’s what we’re here for, right?” Sui Yin said. “I kind of wish I had a mommy to dress me cute like you. I feel all overdressed.”
“It’s not over the top?” Camila asked, joining Sui Yin in crawling over to the wooden train set.
“Florimel’s is over the top. Don’t get me wrong, she’s rocking it.”
“That’s right!” Florimel said from across the room.
“Wow, good ears.” Sui Yin laughed. “Anyway, you’re fine.”
“Cool.” Camila put her pillow aside and began pulling train track pieces out of the bin, stacking them carefully by size and type.
Sui Yin got the train pieces out. After a bit of discussion, they began laying track together, a pretty standard loop but for a raised section that went over an otter stuffie.
“You two are playing really well.” Octavia said, squatting next to them. “Spread your legs for me real quick Camila.”
Camila was shifting her legs apart before she realized she didn’t know why Octavia wanted that. She squirmed at the hand Octavia slid up the leg of her shortalls, biting her lip when the stout woman squeezed her diaper.
“Bet you’ve heard that a lot of times, huh Camila?” Ginger called from across the room.
“Hey, be nice.” Octavia said casually.
Ginger only laughed at the admonishment, Chun joining in after a moment. Camila blushed and crossed her legs. Octavia patted her on the head and went to check on Florimel.
“You want to push the first train?” Sui Yin asked.
“I’m not a slut.” Camila said, quietly but insistently.
“Didn’t say you were.”
“I’ve only had one boyfriend, no girlfriends – unless you count Betty.”
“Hey, it’s okay. I don’t know about your whole thing with Ginger, but I don’t care.” Sui Yin said. “I’ll judge you on what I see, not what I hear.”
“Thanks.” Camila said, grabbing her pillow again. “You can do the first train.”
“Okay!”
Sui Yin sent the train down the track, giggling as she pushed it over the stuffie-bridge. Camila had to giggle too. She was full of nervous energy. Part of her desperately wanted to go little. The rest of her was worried about what would happen if she did with Ginger around. The barbs from Ginger were pushing her out of the mindset too.
Even so, it was a lot of fun to push the train around. Making a second train collide with their first was way more fun than it would have been if Camila had been totally big. When Octavia brought sippy cups of apple juice around, Camila sipped away with gusto.
Camila and Sui Yin were just getting in the hang of handing off trains from one person to another so that they could make a train go super fast when their space was invaded. A brown cat stuffie crashed into the train, derailing it. The otter bridge was knocked over by an elephant stuffie.
“Stuffie Kaiju attack!” Ginger called out gleefully, well after the assault.
“The Kaiju stuffies are here to avenge themselves on your polluting train system!” Chun said.
“You can’t just crash in on our game without asking!” Camila said in outrage. She grabbed the cat stuffie, throwing it at Ginger. It bounced off her rival and Camila grabbed it up for another throw.
“Don’t throw stuff, you’ll get another spanking.” Ginger taunted, grabbing for Camila’s hands. They struggled for a moment, Ginger managing to take the stuffie back when Camila’s shortall straps fell off and constrained her arms.
“You’re done with your juice already.” Ginger said, in a bizarre change of subject. “You like apples?”
“Yeah, I do.” Camila said in confusion. “You know that.”
Ginger grabbed her sippy cup, which had the top popped off. Caught fiddling with her shortall straps, Camila could only watch as Ginger yanked open the waistband of Camila’s diaper and poured the juice down the front.
“You bitch!” Camila gasped in shock.
“Teacher!” Ginger said, waving an arm. “Teacher! Camila had an accident.”
Chun and Ginger were both giggling, grinning like a cat that’d gotten the canary. Even Sui Yin was laughing a bit.
Octavia looked over from feeding Florimel a bottle. “Be right there!”
“No, I…”
“Potty pants!” Ginger said in a singsong voice. “Potty pants! Potty pants!” Chun joined in on the humiliating chant.
“It’s not fair!” Camila gasped, tears in her eyes.
“Don’t worry baby.” Octavia said, scooping Camila up effortlessly. “I’ll get you changed.”
“No, I didn’t have an accident!” Camila wailed.
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Octavia carried Camila to the changing closet. She slid a curtain closed across the doorway, blocking out Ginger’s Cheshire grin.
“Octavia, I didn’t have an accident! Ginger poured her juice down my diaper.” Camila insisted.
“Baby girl, I know you have accidents. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“It’s true! Smell it!” Camila said, yanking her diaper front out from her waist.
“You’re a cutie but I’m not going to smell your pee.” Octavia laughed.
A round of laughter from outside the curtain threw Camila into defeat. There was nowhere to go with her argument now that everyone thought she was trying push Octavia into some weird pee-kink thing.
She lay listlessly on the changing table while Octavia stripped her shortalls off and popped the tapes on her diaper. It felt good to get the sticky liquid off. The only silver lining of the embarrassing prank was that Camila was too distracted, to be bothered by being exposed to a sorority sister she barely knew.
“Woah, you’re dehydrated. I’ll refill your sippy cup with water when we get you back out there. Unless you want a bottle.”
“A cup is fine.” Camila said, pouting. She wasn’t dehydrated! Betty was seeing to that on days Camila was diapered. It was the stupid apple juice making her fake accident look brown and concerning.
“You sure? You seem kind of fussy.” Octavia said, brushing Camila’s cheek gently with he back of her hand. “Do you need some baby time? You looked pretty happy at the debut party. I could try to get you back to that.”
“No, you don’t have to do that.” Camila said, squirming.
“You sure? It’s not just because you have trouble asking?” Octavia asked. “Your mommy mentioned accidents and spanking when she dropped you off. If you’re bratting-up so that you can get some baby-punishment time, I can do that for you.”
Camila whimpered. Her traitorous brain was letting her know that yes, being spanked by this bodybuilder of a sister and heavily babied would be super hot. She was way too vulnerable to trust the situation with Ginger here. Plus, she was still mad at the unfairness of the prank. Octavia wasn’t paying good attention or even listening to her side!
“No!” Camila said, snapping to fussy-angry. Again, her emotions had overridden her tone. This whole daycare situation had her off-balance.
“You sound fussy to me.” Octavia said.
She had Camila by the ankles, pulling her butt up to put a fresh diaper underneath her. She hadn’t let go of those ankles though, leaving Camila in prime position for a spanking.
“You’re not being fair!” Camila shouted, not caring that the rest of the daycare would be able to hear her. “You’re a bad teacher!”
“Oh, you do need a spanking!” Octavia said brightly. “I thought you might. You were so well-behaved and happy at the mixer after Betty spanked you.”
“No! Stop!”
Camila’s cries were in vain. Octavia’s powerful hand connected with her butt, driving a gasp of pain out of Camila. Robbed of her ability to protest by the wails the spanking drove out of her, Camila felt herself getting mentally fuzzy. The situation felt every bit as unfair as the times she’d gotten in trouble as a kid.
Camila blubbered like a baby. It took Octavia wiping her tears away and giving her a pacifier to calm her down. The lotion that went on her rear soothed a bit of the sting. Being padded again in a big thick diaper felt nice too. There was something odd about being carried out of the closet and set down on one of the nap blankets, but Camila didn’t want to think at all anymore.
Curled up tightly around the teddy bear that Octavia gave her, as well as her pillow, Camila let herself space out.
When Octavia finally returned, Camila’s grudge against the teacher had faded. She clung to the muscly sister as she was carried to a highchair. However much padding she had on her rear, it felt like a lot when Octavia sat her in the chair. It was like she was floating over the seat.
The other girls were chatting and laughing as Octavia secured the highchair’s tray and a strap around Camila’s waist. The sounds felt distant and unimportant. When a bowl of mac and cheese was set in front of her, Camila wondered what she should do. After all, she had a teddy bear in one hand, a pillow in the other, and a pacifier in her mouth. It looked yummy, so she simply stared at it and enjoyed the smell.
“You need some help, baby girl?” Octavia said.
Camila stared at Octavia. Didn’t the dumb teacher know that she couldn’t talk with a pacifier in her mouth? Even when Octavia took the pacifier out, there wasn’t anything to say. After all, there was a spoon full of mac and cheese coming at her mouth. Camila opened up and nomed the pasta right down.
Every couple of bites, Octavia would bring a bottle of water to Camila’s lips. She sucked on the rubber nipple just as obediently. By the time the little meal was done she was feeling warm and comforted.
Lying on the floor, Camila had more bottles brought to her lips. There were a bunch of people around her now. It was fun! On top of the floaty feeling of being little, she was loving all the attention.
Finally though, the bottles got to be too much. Her tummy felt bloated and even a little painful. Camila brushed the latest bottle away from her lips, only to have to brought back. She brushed it away again. There was some laughter. When the nipple touched her lips yet again, Camila shoved it away forcefully.
“Uh oh, baby’s getting fussy again!” Ginger said. “Hey Teacher, can I spank her this time?”
“Of course not. You girls play nice!” Octavia said from afar.
Camila sat bolt upright. She was in the middle of a circle of girls, Lamara, Sui Yin, Chun, and Ginger. Everyone but Florimel. Each of the girls around her was holding an empty water bottle. Well, Sui Yin’s was only two thirds empty.
“What’s going on?” Camila asked, shaking her head to clear the Little-fog. “Were you all feeding me water?”
“Just making sure you get hydrated.” Ginger said, joined in her laugh by Chun.
“You can’t just – my stomach hurts!” Camila complained.
“You probably just need to go.” Ginger said.
Once again, Camila was too slow to act. Ginger pressed the heel of her hand down on Camila’s abdomen, right over her bladder. To Camila’s horror, she started wetting almost immediately. The pressure she’d been feeling was in more than her tummy.
Even worse, her shortalls were missing. Had been since she’d had her diaper changed, she realized. She was double-diapered, wetting herself while the audience of girls looked on.
“Leave me alone!” Camila said.
Her face was hot from anger or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell which. Finally regaining her initiative, Camila pushed her way out of the circle and crawled away as fast as she could go. She’d have run, but she was still wetting. There was so much!
Pouting, Camila ensconced herself between two massive teddy bears that were more furniture than stuffies. Ginger and Chun were laughing hard enough that Camila hoped they wet themselves too. Lamara watched Camila in confusion, shrugged, and rejoined Florimel.
After a few minutes of looking guilty, Sui Yin left Ginger and her twin, crawling over to Camila.
“Hey.” Sui Yin said softly.
“Hey.” Camila said, through her teeth, eyes narrowed.
“I’m sorry.” Sui Yin sighed. “My sister gets carried away sometimes, I follow her more than I should. If I’d thought about it, I could have figured out that you’d be upset.”
“You didn’t say anything when Ginger poured juice down my diaper.” Camila accused.
“Yeah.” Sui Yin looked down guiltily. “I – could wet myself.”
“What’s that supposed to help?” Camila asked.
“I haven’t done it, ever.” Sui Yin said. “It’ll be really embarrassing. You won’t be the only one embarrassed.”
“You could just set the record straight with Octavia.” Camila said.
“I will, if you’re sure you want me to bring that up now.” Sui Yin said. “I don’t mind getting in trouble, but Ginger or Chun might bring up the um – thing you said.”
“What?”
“Asking Octavia to sniff your diaper?”
“Oh god.” Camila hid her face in her hands.
“I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone. I just – I’m sorry.”
“Don’t go.” Camila said. “But – you have to wet yourself.”
Sui Yin blushed all the way down her neck. “I – I’ll try. I have to go but it’s so weird. I can’t make myself.”
“It helps if you squat.” Camila said, blushing a little herself.
“This is so humiliating.” Sui Yin said.
Camila let that hang between them. Sui Yin wasn’t the one double-diapered after a prank, or the one that had been bottle-fed by four girls. She wasn’t even wet yet, unlike Camila, who was sure she was soaking into the second diaper after that huge accident.
With a rueful nod of her head, Sui Yin got up into a squat. Right away she gasped, biting her lip. There was a brief struggle on her face that Camila found fascinating. Even more amazing was Sui Yin’s facial expressions progressing through surprise, relief, excitement, and then full circle to embarrassment.
“You okay?” Camila said, retroactively guilty. “I shouldn’t have made you do that.”
“I deserved it.” Sui Yin said. “Are you going to make me get changed by Octavia?”
“I’m not going to make you do anything.” Camila said. “Do you want her to change you?”
Sui Yin ducked her head, sitting back on her soggy pullup.
“Do you want me to suggest it?”
“Well, if you need to ask for a change anyway…”
“You are the worst.” Camila said, smirking.
“Does that mean we’re okay?” Sui Yin asked.
“Yeah, I guess. Just, ask your sister to not be such a Ginger. Please?”
“I’ll try.” Sui Yin said. “Chun does what she wants.”
“Great, now there’s two of them.” Camila said with a sigh.
Dutifully, she waved Octavia over. It took a while to get the somewhat-inattentive teacher over. A newly assertive Camila asked for Sui Yin to be changed, and set some boundaries for herself. The first of those boundaries involved getting her shortalls back.
Back in a single diaper, with Sui Yin matching, they rebuilt their train tracks. This time they went elaborate, adding more and more until they had the giant teddy bears covered in train tracks like they were some kind of furry mountain mine.
“Looks like some baby has been having a good time at daycare!” Betty said.
Startled, Camila nearly dropped the train she was putting on the tracks. “Mommy! I didn’t hear you coming.”
“You were really concentrating. It’s adorable.” Betty said. “Time to go, baby girl. I want a little time with you before I turn you loose for your Saturday night.”
“Okay Mommy.” Camila gave Sui Yin a hug.
“I’ll clean up the train tracks.” Sui Yin said. It was another apology, and a welcome one.
“Thanks.” Camila said. “My number is on my door, if you want to text me.”
“I’ll do that.” Sui Yin grinned.
“You made a friend, good girl.” Betty said, leading Camila to the door.
“Yeah, kinda.” Camila took a deep breath. “I have some stuff to talk to you about the daycare though.”
“Sure honey. Want to talk back in my room?”
Camila nodded. Pausing at the door, she scanned the daycare. Lamara was gone. Florimel was napping. Chun and Ginger were engaged in some kind of stuffie-fight, hurling little stuffed animals at each other. Through it, Octavia was just watching the chaos.
Rolling her eyes at Octavia, Camila decided to put that on the top of her discussion list with Betty. In the meantime, she focused on Ginger.
“Bye Ginger!” Camila said, putting on her best atta-girl cheer.
“Bye Baby!” Ginger said with a smirk. “You manage to stay dry for two minutes?”
Camila didn’t let herself rise to the bait. With an unruffled smile, she nodded. “Yup! Did you have fun playing with me?”
“What – you’re not – shut up!” Ginger said clutching the mouse stuffie in her hands with sudden nervousness.
“I had fun.” Camila said, smiling broadly. Deliberately, she turned away from her rival. “Let’s go, Mommy.”
“Yes, let’s get you some mommy time.” Betty said, suggestively wiggling her eyebrows and shrugging her shoulders. It made her boobs bounce. Camila’s eyes bounced along with them. Maybe the discussion could wait until mommy time was done.