Camila grunted, fighting with her diaper’s tapes. Putting a diaper on herself was difficult enough. Doing it under the covers was proving impossible. She couldn’t see the stupid tapes and kept catching them on the blanket.
“You don’t have to do that under the covers. I don’t care if you put on a diaper in front of me,” Lamara said.
“I care if I put one on in front of you.” Camila growled in irritation. She’d had the diaper almost perfectly lined up, but the tapes failed to stick.
“Do you want me to leave the room?” Lamara asked.
“You shouldn’t have to leave the room because I’m putting a diaper on.”
“Camila – this seems really foolish. Can I help you?”
“No! I don’t want things to get weird between us.” Camila flopped her head back on her pillow and let go of the diaper tapes. She took deep breaths, trying to burn off the frustration that was making her hands shake.
“Why would they get weird? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Because I’d be naked. You’d be touching me – of course it’s weird.”
“It wouldn’t be for me. I don’t understand, but if it’d be weird for you it makes sense you wouldn’t want my help. I’m offering because you already seem upset. I’m not sure how getting help could make it worse.”
Camila looked at her Roommate. Lamara was sitting at her desk with one of her class books open, working on an assignment. Or she had been. Now she was turned to Camila, focused on the person in front of her. That was rare for Lamara.
She’s making a big effort.
“Diapers are – sexy for me. I wouldn’t want to feel that way with you.”
“Oh.” Lamara considered for a moment, finishing her thoughts with a shrug. “I don’t know how to be sexy. I don’t think I’d make it sexy for you.”
“I can’t control if something is sexy for me or not.” Camila felt her resolve waver.
“I think it would be good if they weren’t always sexy. At least, I think people aren’t supposed to be doing sexy stuff all the time.” Lamara scooted her chair closer. “You’re going to wear diapers all the time, since you’re incontinent.”
“I’m not incontinent!” Camila felt a whirlwind of sadness spin in her chest. She was crying immediately, in big sobs. The suddenness of her reaction forced Camila all the way under the covers.
“I’m sorry. I did upset you more. I’ll leave you alone now.”
Camila peeked out from under the blanket to see Lamara returning to her assignment with a sad, almost grim expression.
“Lamara, wait. The word you used – incontinent – it hurt me, but you didn’t know that would happen. A lot of people were cruel to me, using that word.”
“Oh.” Lamara smiled and nodded. “I understand. I won’t say that word to you again. I have words like that too.”
“Can you tell me what they are, so I don’t use them? Or would it hurt to say?” Focusing on Lamara was pushing the sad storm away, sapping its energy.
“I don’t mind people saying I have different emotional reactions than other people do. That’s factual.”
Lamara fiddled with her pen. “But I don’t like it when someone calls me a robot, or a computer. It took me a while to realize people were using those words as a shorthand for saying I didn’t have any emotions. I do have emotions. I care about people.”
“I don’t think I ever would have called you that, but I won’t now for sure.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you really want to help me? You’re not offering to help to be nice, or because I’m distracting?”
“I don’t offer to do things if I don’t want to do them. I can’t understand why people make offers they don’t want to follow up on. I’d like to help you. I care about you.”
Camila smiled shyly. “I care about you too.”
Lamara smiled back awkwardly. They sat in silence for a minute, until the quiet became comfortable. Camila’s emotional turmoil had subsided entirely.
“I think I would like help.”
“Okay!” Lamara smiled broadly, scooting her chair over to Camila’s bed. She reached for the covers and pulled her hand back. “I should ask if you want me to uncover you. How much do you want me to help?”
Camila took a deep, centering breath. I could complicate this, or I could get it done.
“You can take charge. Please do whatever you need to do.”
Lamara nodded, whipping the covers off Camila. She investigated the rumpled diaper and shook her head. “The tapes are covered in fuzz. We should use a different diaper, or tape it with packing tape.”
“I have to go to class, let’s do a new one. I don’t want anything crinkling more than it needs to.”
In short order, Lamara had the diaper out from under Camila and disposed of. It was a weird feeling, sitting bottomless and spread-legged in front of her roommate. Lamara didn’t take note of Camila’s discomfort. Her manner was as neutral and businesslike as a medical professional.
“Do you not want to use powder or lotion?” Lamara asked. “I thought you’d want to, since you’ll be using the diaper.”
“I don’t ALWAYS use it.” Camila protested. “Normally I put both on. I put some lotion on already. Powder was going to be impossible under the covers.”
“Then I’ll put both on. I want you to be comfortable.”
Lamara squirted a mound of lotion onto her hand and lifted Camila’s legs. The exposed position brought Camila’s embarrassment back. Hiding behind a pillow helped. Lamara didn’t comment on Camila’s hiding, she was focused on dabbing lotion around Camila’s rear, crotch, and thighs.
Clumsy in some places, deft in others, Lamara rubbed the lotion in. When Lamara’s hand swept over Camila’s crotch, Cam squeaked into the pillow. The hand didn’t linger. All of Camila’s skin got the same amount of attention, sexy bits or otherwise.
By the time Lamara had sprinkled on the powder and was patting it in, Camila was feeling brave enough to come out from behind the pillow. Lamara had been right, there wasn’t anything sexy about the diaper change. It’d felt genuine and caring.
Camila watched Lamara’s serious expression while her roommate was wrapping her diaper around her. Lamara was concentrating hard, putting a lot of effort into making sure she did a good job. When she set the tapes, Lamara even wiggled the diaper to check the fit.
“Can I hug you?” Camila sat up, holding her arms out. Lamara came in eagerly for the hug, holding Camila tightly.
“Thank you for letting me do help you. I haven’t gotten to put one on someone before.”
“You’re really good at it for your first time.”
“I paid attention when other people were doing it to me or around me.”
“Your practice paid off.” Camila pulled back and smiled at Lamara. “It wasn’t weird, and the fit feels really good.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Lamara disengaged gently. “Anytime you need a diaper put on, or changed, I’ll do it for you if I’m around.”
“Oh I wouldn’t make you change me if my diaper was wet.” Camila blushed.
“Did you forget already? I don’t offer to do something…”
“Unless you want to. Right. Okay, thank you. Betty’s not always around to help me.”
“Good.” Lamara nodded decisively and scooted her chair back to her desk.
“Lamara – um – if you need or want someone to put one on you, I’d do it.” Camila scrunched her head between her shoulders. “I won’t make it weird either.”
“I’d like that, thank you. Oh, I thought of an activity for us to do together.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“Are you claustrophobic?”
Camila blinked. She was about to ask why, but something in Lamara’s earnest expression stalled her. She must be asking because it’s relevant to the activity. I assume it’s something like hiking to a cave, maybe?
“Not particularly. I don’t know about squeezing through a tiny hole the size of my body, but otherwise I’m fine. Does the activity involve a cave?”
“Good guess.” Lamara smiled approvingly. “It’s similar. There’s a way to get into the steam tunnels under the school. I wanted to explore in there. You’re smart and level-headed, so it would be a good fit.”
“Aren’t those off-limits to students?”
“Yes, but it’s because they don’t want students to get hurt. If we’re careful, and only bring people that will also be careful, then getting hurt won’t be a problem.”
“I don’t usually like to break the rules…”
Lamara nodded. “I’ll think of a different activity.”
“Wait! Your idea sounds fun too. You don’t think we’ll get in trouble if someone finds us there?”
“The person who showed me the entrance said if someone sees us, all they’ll do is make us leave immediately.”
“Okay – I’ll do it!” Camila’s diaper rustled as she wiggled in nervous excitement.
“Now we only have to decide when we go, and who else is coming.”
Camila’s first instinct was to tease Lamara about wanting more company so the trip wouldn’t be mistaken for a date. Lamara wouldn’t get the joke, or if she did, it’d make her uncomfortable.
“Do you have anyone else you want to invite?”
“Yes. The person who showed me the tunnels. Her name is Yelena.”
“I’ll have to see who’s interested. I could invite Sui Yin, if that’s okay with you.”
“That would be fine, I like her.”
“I guess I could invite my lab partner too, Amanda.”
“As long as you don’t think she’d get herself or anyone else hurt.”
“She’s a lot like me, I don’t think she would.”
“Good. What day would work for you? It should be in the evening, after eight.”
“We could do it tonight if I can get the people together. I’ll see Amanda in class, and Sui Yin is right down the hall.”
“I think that will work. I’ll text you when I find out if Yelena can come.”
“Great!” Camila searched her closet for a long skirt. She was wearing a lot of those now. Hopefully she could kick the accidents and get back to pants and leggings. She’d had four days in a row without an accident.
“Camila, don’t you want to invite your girlfriend?”
“Belén?” Camila sighed as she dressed and packed her backpack. “I don’t know if she’d come. She cancelled our last date.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
Camila shrugged. “Besides, if I invited her, it’d be a date. This outing is for you and me to spend time together.”
Lamara smiled broadly. “Thanks. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too! I’ve got to go to class. Thank for the diaper.”
Lamara waved, stretched, and was back at her assignment before Camila had the dorm room door closed. With a little time left before she had to walk to class, Camila knocked at the twins’ room.
“Come in.” Sui Yin said through the door.
Opening the door revealed Sui Yin sitting on her bed, doing her makeup. On the other side of the room was Chun, with Ginger straddling her lap. All three girls looked at Camila. Ginger smirked, turned back to Chun and started, or returned, to making out with the other girl.
Camila was stepping back out of the doorway when Sui Yin put her compact in her lap and said, “Were you looking for me?”
“Yeah but, if this is a bad time…”
“It’s fine.” Sui Yin was apparently unruffled by the extreme display of PDA across the room from her. Camila didn’t understand how she could be so calm. There are smacking noises!
“Lamara and I are getting people to go into the steam tunnels tonight. Do you want to come along?”
Before Sui Yin could answer, Ginger broke off the kiss and exclaimed, “What’s this? Camila’s a lawbreaker now?!”
“It’s not against the law.” At least, I don’t think it is. Oh god, I should check.
“Chun,” Sui Yin said sharply. “Either you and your girlfriend are part of the conversation, or you ignore us and make out. Don’t do both.”
“Sorry sis.” Chun said, throwing her weight forward and pinning Ginger to the bed. “Ginger, that was rude.”
They were making out again before Ginger could reply. Sui Yin, apparently satisfied with Chun’s behavior, smiled at Camila. The switch to horizontal make outs was not an improvement for Camila. She turned her back firmly on the couple.
“Anyway it IS against the school rules, but I think it’s okay as long as nobody gets hurt. If you’re careful, we’d like you to come.”
“I’d love to, sounds interesting. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“Great! If everyone agrees, it’ll be tonight at eight. I’ll text you to let you know if it’s on, and where to meet.”
“Got it. Thanks for inviting me.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Chun, I’m going to be out late tonight. Don’t forget to do the laundry.”
To Camila’s horror, Chun broke off her audible kisses to acknowledge Sui Yin before retuning to making horrible wet noises.
“Great I’m glad that’s set, anyway I have to run to class.” Camila waved frantically at Sui Yin and fled the room.
I can’t believe how shameless Ginger was! She was so out of line. Sure, she should be able to kiss her girlfriend in Chun’s room but they was being indecent!
Grumbling to herself all the way to Connor Hall, Camila set her backpack on the lab table with a loud thud. Amanda, who was already on the other seat, jumped.
“Hi Camila. Rough morning?”
“Sorry Amanda. Hi. Sorority drama.”
“Oh, tell me about it. I caught one of my sisters putting her grimy fingers in my foundation this morning. I told her the next time she did that, I’d snatch her bald.”
“At least you didn’t have to watch sloppy make outs while you were trying to talk to someone.”
“Ew. See? You should have joined Alpha Kai. There’s no PDA in public areas of the house.”
“I’m a very happy Delta-G, thanks.” Camila stuck her tongue out at Amanda. “Besides, this was in someone’s room. I was talking to the roommate of the person who was having the make outs.”
“Still seems rude.”
“Thank you. At least you agree with me, unlike SOME people.” Camila motioned to the lab equipment on the table. “You’ve got our solution all ready looks like. I have the notes from last time. Want to get started right now?”
“I don’t think we have to wait for the TA, let’s do it.”
While the rest of the class chatted or looked at their phones, Camila and Amanda carefully added precise quantities of powder or liquid to their solution. Each time, they noted the solution’s new color and temperature. There wasn’t anything useful happening beyond the colors, but it was a fun experiment anyway.
It felt great to have the TA praise them for getting the experiment done with a half hour of lab time to spare. Several other student pairs were struggling, to the point that they wouldn’t be able to finish in time. Amanda and Camila smirked at the slackers and exchanged a high-five.
As they washed out their lab equipment, Amanda asked, “Do you want to get lunch, since we have extra time?”
“Sounds good. There’s a thing I want to invite you to tonight too, if you don’t already have plans.”
“No plans tonight. Tell me about it at lunch. Is the sandwich shop okay?”
“You don’t want to go to the cafeteria? It’s closer.”
“The cafeteria smells like deep-fried feet.”
Camila laughed. She put the lab glass away and grabbed her backpack. “Fine. We’ll eat boring sandwiches.”
Amanda hooked her arm through Camila’s as they exited the lab. Softly, she said, “No wardrobe malfunctions today.”
“You don’t have to say it every time. Only if there is one.” Camila whispered, cringing.
“I’m watching out for you.”
Camila rolled her eyes. Their arrival at the sandwich shop forestalled any more embarrassing conversation. From the expansive menu of three types of sandwiches, Camila chose the sub and found a seat with Amanda.
“What’s the gathering tonight?” Amanda asked, unwrapping her ham and cheese.
“Expedition into the steam tunnels.” Camila said.
“Really? I’m in!”
She agreed fast! Doesn’t she have any concerns about – anything? I hope I’m not bringing a loose cannon on our trip.
“It’s technically against the rules but we’re going to be careful.”
“I assumed so. I can’t imagine you being reckless, let alone breaking a serious rule.”
“What? I can take risks and break rules.”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Like…” Like the time I outed myself as a diaper lover to a hot upperclasswoman. “um…” Like the time I wet the bed because I wouldn’t listen to my Mommy. “uh…” There was the time I went on the roof of the Chemistry building – and wet my pants. Damnit.
“Exactly.” Amanda took a bite of her sandwich, looking smug enough to be the cat that swallowed the canary.
“I do stuff that isn’t straight-laced.”
“Yeah, I know.” Amanda’s gaze flicked to Camila’s waist.
“You said you’d lay off.” Camila frowned.
“I’m sorry. I’m curious. I’m not trying to be mean.”
“It’s just – an embarrassing personal thing.”
“A personal sex thing?”
“What?!” Camila sputtered, gasped, and caught a piece of sandwich in her throat. Hacking, she gulped water until the lump went down. When her eyes stopped watering, Camila was surprised to see Amanda blushing.
“The one I saw you wearing had a teddy bear pattern on it,” Amanda said softly. “I’d never heard of adult sized ones with patterns and I looked them up online.”
Oh no.
“I found – websites.” Amanda took a sip of her soda and giggled.
No. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.
“Is it like that for you?”
Lie to her! All you have to do is lie to her! Tell her it’s medical. Tell her you have to wear them. Tell her you’re incon…
“Yes.” Camila hunched down in her seat. “I wear them because – I like to.”
“It turns you on?” Amanda whispered, leaning in.
“Amanda, you’re embarrassing me.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t stop thinking about it. I just found those websites last night. You’re the only person I know that I can talk to about it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t tell anybody else. It’s not something I want to share with people.”
“Can we talk about it at least a little? I have so many questions.”
“It’s weird though. It’s like – stuff about my sex life.”
“I was thinking more – it’s stuff about both of our sex lives.”
Camila froze, staring at Amanda. Wat.
“It turned me on too,” Amanda whispered. “Thinking about – doing that to someone.”
Camila shivered as a trickle of sexy energy danced down her spine. For once, the sexy diaper feeling wasn’t connected to the person she was talking to. The kinky conversation didn’t make Camila want her lab partner to diaper her. Instead, her thoughts had gone to Betty – and Belén.
The second one is not going to happen. Stupid, traitorous ovaries.
“That’s where your brain went? To putting them ono someone? You didn’t think about it being you – wearing?”
Amanda’s turned the color of a half-ripe strawberry. She took a long drink of her soda.
Oh ho!
“Really?”
“It looked really hot on those websites.” Amanda giggled nervously. “I kind of – want to know where you get yours.”
I don’t know where to get them in town! I can’t tell her they get delivered to the sorority house – in bulk. Well, I guess I can tell her part of the truth of that.
“I have them delivered from online.”
“Oh.” Amanda sighed. “I was hoping there was a place I could look at them before I buy.”
“There might be. I could find out.” I’m sure one of the Heathers knows, if there is a store. There’s got to be, with a whole sorority in town.
“If um – if there’s a local store – would you go with me?”
Camila giggled. “Yeah – it sounds fun.”
“Now we both have a secret. Doria would yeet me right out of Alpha Kai if she found out.”
And Heather will do the same to me if the Delta-Gs are outed.
“Then neither of us can tell.” Camila held up a hand, pinkie extended. “Swear.”
Amanda laughed, hooking her pinkie in Camila’s. “I swear not to reveal our secret.”
“I also so swear.”
They laughed together as they pulled on their joined pinkies to seal the oath.
“Subject change!” Amanda declared. “What was the deal with Ms. Sloppy Kisses this morning? Were they both sorority sisters?”
“It was Ginger, my stalker from the first day of class. She was sucking face – audibly sucking face – with the twin of a friend of mine. I went to invite Sui Yin to the steam tunnel thing and the other two were making out in the room.”
“You walked in on them?”
“No! Sui Yin invited me in when I knocked. I didn’t know what was going on until the door was open.”
“Wild. Scandalous too. Are they a new couple? Can’t keep their hands off each other?”
“I don’t know what’s going on with them. I think Ginger is doing it to annoy me.”
“You – do?”
“Yeah. She’s never been big into dating. Now she’s crawling all over Chun in a super gross way. They’re always together and touching each other. She’s making a huge spectacle out of it to piss me off.”
“I – thought you had a girlfriend.”
“I do, I think. I mean, I hope Belén is my girlfriend.”
“Girl, you sounded crazy jealous about Ginger there.”
“What? No way. No, never. That’s just – no. Not happening. Gross.”
“Are you sure?”
“Maybe there was a thing between us back in middle school, when I first figured out I like girls. But it was just like – puberty awkwardness. We’ve never been attracted to each other.”
“Mmm.” Amanda took a careful bite of her sandwich. “Good news for Belén then.”
Camila sighed. “She cancelled our last date.”
“Ginger?”
“No! Again, gross. Belén did. We had a date on Saturday and she cancelled at the last minute. I haven’t heard much from her.”
“Is she okay?”
“I hope so. I’m trying not to be pushy but still be like – available, if that makes sense.”
“It makes sense to me. I think that’s a good way to do it. It’s probably a life emergency.”
“I hope so, except then I feel guilty for hoping for an emergency, because what if it’s something bad?”
“It could be financial aid paperwork or something?”
“On Saturday night?”
“Hmm, okay, not that. I’m sure it’s fine.”
“Ugh, I hope so.”
Amanda patted Camila on the shoulder. They finished their food in silence. Camila stared glumly into her water.
“Does Belén know – about your stuff?”
“No.”
“But you wear them all the time.”
“I know! I’m trying to uh – set up a date where I don’t wear them.”
“Isn’t that as simple as just – not putting them on?”
“It’s complicated.” Camila sighed. “I wasn’t lying when I said I need them sometimes.”
“Oh, that’s tough.” Amanda sipped at her soda. “You’ll have to tell her eventually, won’t you?”
“Not necessarily.” Camila sighed. “I don’t want to scare her off – or for her to think I’m gross.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I’ve never had something I was nervous about telling a boyfriend about.”
“You do now.” Camila smirked at Amanda.
“I guess I do. I’m not seeing anybody right now though.”
“Maybe you’ll find somebody else who’s into it.”
“How would I do that?”
I know a whole fraternity full of diaper boys – no, bad Camila! No outing the Delta-Bs either.
“I’ll tell you when I figure out things with Belén.” Camila laughed ruefully.
“I should get to class. Thanks for having lunch with me. I wasn’t too over the line with asking you about – that stuff – was I?”
“Make sure you leave yourself time to get to the bathroom,” Camila said. “With all the soda you drank, you don’t want to pee your pants in class.”
Amanda’s jaw dropped. A deep blush spread across her face.
“Okay, I deserved that. You bitch.” Amanda stuck her tongue out at Camila.
Camila grinned. “We’re only waiting on one person for the steam tunnels. I’ll text you if it’s a go.”
“Looking forward to it.” Amanda gave Camila a quick hug and gathered her trash. As Camila was cleaning her own mess, Amanda headed out the door.
—–
At seven thirty, Camila was waiting by the entrance to the steam tunnels. The tunnels were bigger than she’d expected, especially after Lamara’s question about claustrophobia. The massive steel grate that was meant to secure the tunnel entrance was more than twelve feet across. It was easy to spot the hole in the tunnel security, at least from up close.
It looked like a car or construction vehicle had collided with the grate sometime in the past. Camila was sure the story was part of the campus lore, it must have been an epic collision. The half-foot thick steel bars were bent across a four foot section. The bent section included the service door, which no longer had any hope of locking. A simple chain was looped around the door and frame, but it wasn’t padlocked.
Someone was approaching. Camila shrunk back against the concrete wall that jutted out past the gate. Hopefully she’d be too far in shadow for someone to casually notice her. The maintenance staff were supposed to be off at eight.
The chain is still on. I haven’t broken any rules yet! Besides, a maintenance person wouldn’t come out here at the end of their shift, would they?
Camila let out a sigh of relief when she realized it was Betty who had arrived, instead of university staff. Her relief was short lived when she remembered that Betty hadn’t been on the invite list. Had word gotten to the Heathers about her and Lamara’s excursion? Was Betty coming to tell Camila she was in trouble?
“Hey baby girl,” Betty said, blonde curls bouncing around a smiling face.
“Hi Mommy.” Camila smiled nervously. Betty didn’t look like she was here to get anyone in trouble. “What are you doing here?”
“I heard you were taking a trip into the tunnels and I figured you’d be early.” Betty laughed. “I’m glad I know my Little girl so well.”
Camila shrugged bashfully. The shrug became a squirm when Betty caressed Camila’s cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Plus, I need to check your diaper in case I don’t see you tonight.”
“It’s dry! I even went to the potty a minute ago.”
“I have to check anyway, you know that.”
“Mommy!” Camila whined, but it was no use. Betty backed her against the wall and slid a hand into the waistband of her skirt. Camila’s mommy went right into the diaper too, rather than patting the outside.
“Good girl!” Betty withdrew her hand slowly. “I missed you the last couple of days.”
“I missed you too.”
“Did you get your diaper on alright by yourself this morning? I’m really sorry I couldn’t do it myself.”
“Lamara put it on me.”
“Oh? Did she do a good job? Show me.”
“What? Mommy!”
“There’s nobody nearby. Lift your skirt for me, Little girl.”
Trembling and feeling heat pool in her belly, Camila lifted her skirt. Betty crouched and inspected Camila, patting the diaper and Camila’s thighs. “You can drop your skirt. Lamara did a great job. I’ll thank her for taking care of my baby.”
“Mommy, what are you doing?”
“I told you, I missed you. What I really want to do is take you into the tunnels, find a side room, and change your diaper even if you’re not wet.” Betty nuzzled Camila’s ear. “I’d take extra special care of you. I bet they’d hear your voice across campus, at the other end of the tunnels.”
“Oh god, Mommy.” Camila gasped, her hands moving of their own accord to cup Betty’s breasts. Even through Betty’s bra and blouse, they were warm and soft. Camila loved the feeling of how big they were. A single hand had no hope of containing one of Betty’s girls.
“I know you wouldn’t really like that. It’s a sexy thought, though, isn’t it?” Betty brushed her lips against Camila’s. “I’ll settle for a kiss.”
Camila surrendered to the kiss, passive everywhere except her hands. Betty had a hand under Camila’s skirt, teasing her fingers at the leg-band of Camila’s diaper. Her lush body pressed Camila to the wall. Moaning through the kiss, Camila massaged Betty’s breasts. When Betty moaned in response, Camila’s heart thudded against her ribcage.
“Wow, Mommy, what brought that on?”
“I have a free evening and I was looking forward to babying you tonight.”
“Oh, I’m sorry!”
“No, don’t you be sorry. I’m glad you’re out with friends. That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to give you something to keep you warm tonight.”
“When can we do – more stuff?”
“More stuff? What do you mean, baby girl?”
Camila squirmed, hiding her face in Betty’s shoulder.
“Are you talking about being my baby? Do you mean coming to my room so I can put you in a big diaper? Or are you thinking about wearing a onesie and sucking on a pacifier? Maybe you want to suck on my breasts and wet yourself again?”
“Uhn, Mommy…”
“Do you want to do all those things?”
“Yes please.”
“Thursday night, baby girl. That’s not tomorrow night, or the next one, but the one after that, in case your brain is a little fuzzy.”
Camila giggled. “Thanks.”
“You be a good girl, and a careful one tonight okay? Students have gotten hurt, or lost in the steam tunnels before.”
“I will Mommy. We only invited careful people.”
“Lamara told me the same thing. Have fun too. It’s kind of a rite of passage to go into the tunnels.”
“Have you done it?”
Betty giggled. “Baby girl, I had a threesome in the tunnels.”
Camila blushed and squirmed. “Mommy, that’s crazy!”
“I don’t expect you’ll do the same. But doesn’t that make you feel better? You’re not going to break the rules nearly as much as I did.”
“It does – actually.” Camila smiled.
“That’s my baby girl. I love you Camila.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
“Lamara is bringing a discrete diaper bag for you, just in case.”
“Mommy!”
“There’s nothing you can do about it, she’ll have it when she gets here. Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.”
“I haven’t had accidents in days.”
“I know, and I’m proud of you. Have fun with your friends. If you get home before midnight, come to my room and I’ll tuck you in, okay?”
“Okay.” Camila pouted, though her heart wasn’t in it.
“One more kiss before I go?”
Betty smiled, taking Camila’s wrists in her hands. She put Camila’s hands firmly on her chest. The embarrassment was acutely erotic. Another slow kiss left Camila’s face hot with passion. There was a bit of passion dampening her diaper as well.
“See you soon, if I don’t see you tonight.”
“See you soon, Mommy.”
It took a while for the crisp fall night to cool Camila off. By the time it did, Camila’s breath was misting to match the small puffs of steam that periodically escaped the tunnel. Finally, Camila spotted the a member of her group. It was Amanda, naturally.
I’m glad I’m not the only early bird. It’s still ten minutes to eight. I can trust Lamara to be discreet about the diaper bag, right? I’m sure I can.
“Hi Amanda!” Camila cast aside her worries and stepped out of the shadows to greet her friend. She was rewarded with a shriek and a little jump from the other girl. Giggling together as the had at lunch, they waited for the others to arrive.