“Hi, I’m Camila Guerrero. Pleased to meet you.” She shook the hand of the girl in front of her, with her best winning smile and making sure to make eye contact.

“Doria.” Said the bored upperclasswoman. She was making Camila feel mighty shabby with her designer dress and literal diamond necklace. Not a pendant, a necklace of diamonds strung together with gold.

The room had a lot of girls like Doria, in every natural hair color shade. The model in front of Camila was blonde. Probably denoting alpha status among her species. The room was also packed with girls like Camila, wearing the best Nordstroms dress they could afford with mom’s pearls. Every Camila wanted to be a Doria someday.

But not this Camila.

“Are you just going to stand there like a statue?” Doria asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you weren’t done speaking.” Camila said with her best peppy tone. “You’re an Alpha Kai?” She motioned toward the gold bracelet on Doria’s wrist, engraved with the Greek letters Alpha, Chi, and Omega.

“You don’t get to call it that.” Doria said. “Are you even rushing with us? I don’t remember your name on the list.”

“I just wanted to say hi since it’s the big mixer before pledges.” Camila said. “Also, do you know where Delta Lambda Gamma is?”

“You’re rushing with those weirdos?” Doria asked.

“What’s weird about them?” Camila asked, watching Doria carefully. She was pretty sure that she knew what made the Delt-Gs unusual. What she didn’t know is if their secret was common knowledge on campus.

“Besides the totally over the top NDA they make their pledges sign?” Doria said, looking pointedly across the crowd. “This the only event they go to with the rest of the Greek system. The whole rest of the year they only do parties with the Delt-Bs. They can’t be trusted.”

“Oh! Yeah, I already knew that.” Camila grinned. “They’ve been really nice, I’m glad I rushed with them.”

“You seem like a go-getter. Don’t make a big mistake. Rush with a real sorority. You still have a day left.” Doria said.

Before Camila could respond, another richly dressed girl slipped up to Doria and whispered something in her ear.

“Excuse me.” Doria said, turning to follow the other girl away.

Undaunted, maybe even a little energized from sparring with a rich-b like Doria, Camila peered in the direction that Doria had looked. She was in luck. Through the sea of little black dresses, she caught the radiant sparkle of a mirrored mosaic dress. The owner of the dress had pink hair. It had to be Heather.

Camila wormed her way through the crowd, liberally sprinkling ‘excuse mes’ as she went. Lots of sweaty elbows and one cocktail shoved into her hand later, she entered a small circle of women. Heather was flanked by two upperclasswoman and telling a story about last night’s talent show to a group of rushees.

Though she’d been there to see it, Camila giggled with the rest when Heather got to the punchline. The theatre professor’s tuxedo pants had met a sad end on a stage ladder that night.

As soon Heather’s story ended, Camilla stepped up forthrightly and put on her best genuine smile this time. “Hi Heather!”

To Camilla’s surprise, Heather and both the women standing by her looked over and said, “Yes?”

“Oh uh, I’m sorry, are you all named Heather? I haven’t met everybody yet.”

Heather, pink haired Heather, laughed. “That’s my fault, I didn’t warn you on purpose. I’m Heather Miller. Everyone just calls me Miller or Heather M.”

“She thinks that’s such a clever joke.” Said the woman to Heather M’s right. She was wearing a silvery teal sheath dress and had gorgeous roses braided into her blonde hair. “I’m sorry Heather didn’t warn you. I’m Heather Lambert. You’re welcome to call me Heather L, or Lambert. Just don’t call me Lammy until you’re a sister.”

Both Heathers and Camila turned to the fourth woman, presumably another Heather. She was wearing a straight-up tuxedo. The tails were long enough that Camila had taken it for a tuxedo dress at first, but there the pants were. Heather Three stared back at them for a moment and rolled her eyes.

“Fine, I’m Heather. Heather Rapp.”

“You can call her Heather R. Probably don’t call her Rapp.” Heather M said.

“Ugh.” Heather R rolled her eyes again. “You can also just say Heather. It’s not like it matters if more than one of us answers.”

“We’re just trying to help out a rushee who’s had to meet a lot of people this week.” Heather L said.

“Except you’re just talking about yourselves instead of asking her what she wanted to talk to us about.” Heather R said.

“Just because you’re right doesn’t mean – never mind!” Heather M said. “Camila. Go ahead, what did you want to say?”

Camila giggled. “I was coming here to ask you what time the Delta-G bid event is tomorrow. I couldn’t find it on the schedule.”

“Yeah, we don’t do that.” Heather Rapp said.

“What Heather wanted to say is that we don’t think that a formal bid fits in with our sorority culture.” Heather Lambert said.

“No, I said what I wanted to say.”

“GIRLS!” Heather Miller barked.

Camilla jumped a little at the sudden outburst, but the other two Heathers took it in stride.

“Can we NOT do the four-way Heather conversation with Camila? I’m sure it’s confusing enough to have just met you two.”

“Um, you’re the one that didn’t tell her there were three Heathers.” Heather R said.

“I was just trying to clarify and make sure that our rushees have the best possible experience.” Heather L said.

“Go help the other rushees. NOW!” Heather Miller put a hand on each of the other Heathers and pushed them physically toward the other frosh girls.

“Okay! Now we can have a conversation like normal people.” Heather said. “Let’s take a step out of the crowd. Do you need a drink? Oh, you already have a drink.”

“Um, I don’t know where this one came from; I could use one I can trust.” Camila said.

“Right, drinks then.” Heather snatched the cocktail glass out of Camila’s hand and dumped it in a flower vase.

While a stunned Camila was watching the water in the vase turn mai-tai-orange, Heather grabbed her hand and plowed a path through the crowd. They made a brief stop at the bar for Heather to order a pair of raspberry champagnes and then were out of the main crowd.

On the edges of the ballroom there was space and quiet. More importantly, there were padded benches. Seeking relief for her aching feet, Camila took a seat right away.

“Good idea.” Heather said, joining her. “The secret to surviving in heels is to take lots of little breaks.”

Camila took a sip of her drink. It was good. Dangerously good. She resolved to keep on small sips. “So, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“Right! Well, you’re our most eager rushee so far this year. I wanted to tell you that you’re one of the top candidates. If you want to be a Delta-G, that’s likely happening.”

“Really?!” Forgetting her resolution of just moments ago, Camilla took an excited gulp of her drink.

“Really. But the other Heathers were right, we don’t do the formal bid thing. It’s important for us to have a conversation with our top candidates. The goal is to come to an understanding where we have exactly as many bids as we do rushees. Pre-arrange it.”

“Is that what we’re doing right now?” Camila asked, bouncing on her seat.

Heather laughed. “Yes, silly girl, that’s what we’re doing. Part of that is making sure you want to join. We have a reputation for being the weird sorority on campus, and we own that. We ARE unusual.”

“Unusual how?” Camila asked, taking another big drink to try to contain the excitement building up in her.

“Unfortunately, I can’t tell you exactly.” Heather said. “You don’t learn our secret until initiation. What I can tell you is that it’s very unusual, which means we take the secrecy around it very seriously. It’s something that might seem like hazing, but it isn’t. It’s a core part of being a Delta-G.”

“I think I know what it is!” Camila said, a bit louder and higher pitched than she’d meant to.

Heather’s hand clapped over Camila’s mouth.

“That was a little loud, Camila. I’m not upset, but I do want you to tell me what you think you know when I pull my hand away.” Heather said. “And I want you to tell me quietly.”

“Sorry.” Camila said in a near-whisper. “I know it’s a big deal, but I’m really excited about it.”

“And you think that IT is…?”

“Well, the sorority letters could have been Alpha Beta Delta Lambda if three letters weren’t the traditional number, right?”

Heather’s brows went way up. They were not pink, Camila realized. She wasn’t sure why she expected Heather’s eyebrows to be.

“Okay, we need to find a private room.” Heather said. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, of course!” Camila said.

She brought her glass and took a huge swig. Heather caught the glass on its way down and took it away.

“You don’t need to finish that.” Heather said. “Your cheeks are already pink.”

“Okay, mommy.” Camila giggled.

Heather gave Camila a look that very clearly said, ‘this bitch.’ Camila giggled again as Heather grabbed her hand.

She was feeling a little floaty. Most of a glass of champagne shouldn’t be enough to do that. While Heather lead her away by the hand, she realized her error. She’d planned to eat before any drinking. The buffet table had been swarmed by a group of girls that smelled like they’d lost a perfume war. She was sure the food would end up tasting like those girls smelled. She giggled again, hoping she wasn’t making too big an idiot of herself in front of Heather.

When they entered a lounge-type room, Camila realized she was lost. They’d gone down a couple of halls and through a courtyard, but she hadn’t been paying attention. Worse, she was a little unsteady on her feet. Heather guided her into a comfy chair and grabbed her chin, staring into Camila’s eyes.

“Are you okay frosh? That drink laid you out, didn’t it?”

“I don’t know why.” Camila said. “It was just champagne. Even on an empty stomach…”

“Oh shit. Hon, there was tequila in it. A lot of tequila. You’re not used to drinking, are you?”

“The Delta-Gs aren’t a big drinking sorority I thought.” Camila said, sinking back into the lovely fluffiness of the armchair.

“Most of us aren’t.” Heather sighed. “That’s why we don’t really go to mixers like this. One of the reasons anyway. The U won’t let us keep our sorority charter if we don’t attend at least this one though.”

“Oh, oops!” Camila giggled. “It’s okay, we’re the only ones here.”

“It is not okay. You don’t know me well enough to know for sure that I’m safe, yet.” Heather sighed and gently bopped Camila on the head. “I’m going to get you a big glass of water, dummy. You just sit there.”

“Roger!” Camila saluted. Heather groaned.

A big glass of water and fifteen giggly minutes later, Camila was feeling better. Still buzzed, but a lot more in control. She could choose not to giggle, though things were still extra funny seeming. She wondered if Heather was annoyed with her. Or if she was still upset about that mommy comment.

“Feeling better, froshie?” Heather asked.

Heather had kept her drink and polished it off. Not that you could tell. Her cheeks weren’t even pink. Maybe she stored all the pink in her hair! Camila managed to stifle a giggle at that last thought.

“My name is Camila, not froshie.” Camila said, suddenly petulant. She still wasn’t in control of her tone.

“The way you’re acting, it’s froshie. What were you thinking? Going to the biggest Greek mixer and not pregaming with some bread or something?”

“Oh, that would have been a good idea.” Camila said eagerly.

“Dear god.” Heather said ruefully. “Are you going to be okay, or do I need to cart you off to your temp housing?”

“No, I’m good, sorry!” Camila said earnestly. She could feel her mood swinging dangerously down. “I really, really want to be a Delta-G. I’m sorry I screwed up.”

“Pull it in, Camila.” Heather said. “We’re not at the sob-into-my-tits stage of our relationship.”

“I’m okay, really.” Camila took a deep breath and a long drink of the water. Sitting up properly in the chair helped a lot.

“Good. Okay, back to what we were talking about. How’d you find out… what you know?”

“There are rumors.” Camila said. “They’re like, SUPER hard to find. But if you spend enough time online in the right places – you can find out some stuff.”

“Tell me exactly what stuff you found out.” Heather said.

She wants me to say it first, Camila realized. It was now or never! “That the Delta-Gs are an ABDL sorority.”

“And ABDL stands for…?”

“Adult Baby Diaper Lover.” Camila said confidently.

“Fucking nightmare.” Heather said, rubbing her temples. Camila’s heart seized up with worry.

“Oh, not you.” Heather said, smiling at Camila. “That kind of information isn’t supposed to get out, period. I’m not going to ask you to give up your sources – unless you pledge. If that happens, I would really like it if you told us exactly where you found out.”

“It wasn’t any one place.” Camila said. “It was more like – you can read between the lines if you pay enough attention. If you read enough lines, you get the whole picture. Also, I might have cyberstalked the house.”

“Excuse me?”

“I maybe kind-of sort-of combed through a bunch of data and saw a bunch of deliveries from the Dotty Diaper Company.”

Heather stared at Camila for a long moment with a totally blank expression. Out of nowhere she jumped out of her chair and screamed, “WHAT?!”

“Agh!” Camila half fell out of her chair. “I’m sorry, I wanted to be sure before I rushed.”

Heather sighed. “No, I’m sorry. I’m freaking out because this has never happened that I know of.”

“Really?” Camila asked. “It wasn’t that hard to figure out.”

“Yes, really. You’re the first to figure it out. Smart girl.” Heather shook her head and laughed.

Camila blushed. “Uh thanks.”

“Cute too.” Heather took a deep breath. “You want to be in an ABDL sorority?”

“Yes! I really do. I didn’t mean for this to get so uh – stalker-y.” Camila said. “I’ve been interested in ABDL stuff for a while. When I realized what the Delta-Gs might be I kinda – went overboard.”

“You’re not a stalker. It’s good to know that the information is out there, we can try to do something about it now.” Heather said. “Better to find it out from somebody friendly than somebody who’s trying to expose us.”

“So, it’s okay? I can still rush?” Camila asked cautiously. She was feeling sober at last. She had Heather’s jump-scare to thank for that.

“Silly. Little. Girl.” Heather said, advancing on Camila’s chair and putting her hands on the armrests.

Camila licked her lips. Her heart was pounding so hard she was surprised Heather couldn’t hear it. Nobody had ever called her little girl like that. Like she was in a ABDL story.

“You’re in, dummy. You don’t get to call yourself a Delta-G until you’ve gone through initiation, but you’re in.”

“Thank you.” Camila said softly. A pair of tears dripped down her cheeks.

“What am I going to do with you until then?” Heather said. “You’re way too cute and earnest to be a mommy. You’re pledging to be a baby, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes.” Camila nodded frantically.

“What kind of mommy would I be if I let a little girl run around campus unsupervised?” Heather asked.

“I d-dunno.” Camila said. This was taking a hard turn into her wildest fantasies, but it was also nothing she’d expected for tonight. The Plan^TM, was in shambles.

“What kind of ABDL stuff have you done so far, Cammie?” Heather asked.

She was still so close, speaking in hushed tones and looming over Camila. It felt a little like being a bunny that had been cornered by a wolf.

“N-not much. I mean uh – I’ve read stories. And uh, s-seen a bunch of art. Th-there’s a discussion board I lurk on.”

“You don’t even post? You’re not on an ABDL Discord, or WhatsApp group chat or anything?”

“No uh, not so far.” Camila said, squirming. “I was worried my parents would find out.”

“Don’t lie to me.” Heather said sharply.

“What?” Camila asked nervously.

“You go on forums and look at art, but you think a Discord is what would make your parents notice?” Heather smirked. “You’re afraid to talk to people about it.”

“I t-talked to you about it!” Camila said defensively.

“Yeah, when you were full of tequila. Even then you waited as long as you could to see if I’d say something first.”

Camila blushed and looked away.

“Look at me, little girl.” Heather said. When Camila didn’t obey right away, she took hold of the younger girl’s chin and turned her head back. “Nobody is going to tell your parents, and nobody is going to out you. That’s why we keep it so secret. It’s why I was freaked out that you knew.”

Camila nodded, hypnotized by Heather’s bright blue eyes.

“Hmm, that that’s not enough to relax you. You were such a confident chick at the mixer, but you’re just a little faun now.”

Camila swallowed hard. What exactly was she supposed to say to that?

“Maybe I should take you home with me.” Heather said.

“What?” Camila squeaked.

“You’re on your own for the first time, getting way more drunk than you wanted to, and sticking your nose into secrets you don’t really understand.”

Heather brought her face closer, till their noses nearly touched. “I think you need someone to take you in hand. To take care of you so you don’t hurt yourself.”

“Oh god, oh god.” Camila trembled.

Her head was swirling with a thousand conflicting emotions. Camila had dreamed of having a confidant woman mommy her. But Heather said that Camila shouldn’t trust her yet.

Camila was inundated with questions. Was she still drunk? Was Heather just trying to get her somewhere private to find out how she’d uncovered the secret? Could she really pass up a chance to not only fulfill a fantasy, but also get in with one of the top Delta Lambda Gamma women? Where was the nearest bathroom?

“Ah!” Camila gasped as the last thought hit her.

She tried to clamp her legs together, but it was too late. Panic, alcohol, and a lot of water had shattered her resistance. There was nothing she could do as her accident flowed through her panties, over her dress, and into the chair. Her face was slack-jawed and frozen in Heather’s grasp.

“Did you just come…” Heather looked down and blinked in surprise. She straightened up and looked down at Camila with her hands on her hips.

“It was an accident!” Camila cried out. “I didn’t realize – it was too late, sorry!”

“It was a little-girl-accident.” Heather said. “Are you all done?”

“Huh?” Camila replied.

“With your accident. Do you have it all out?” Heather asked.

Panic gave way to embarrassment. Camila felt her face burn. She imagined she looked like a tomato. Worse, she wasn’t done, she was still going.

“N-no.”

“Lift the front of your skirt, little girl.” Heather said kindly. “That way you’ll only have to cover one side of it.”

With trembling hands, Camila obeyed. Mercifully, her accident came to an end soon after. She’d never managed to go through with wetting herself, even when her parents were out of town. The fantasy was amazing, but the reality was always too scary.

Now she was sitting in her wet in front of an almost-stranger. The back of her skirt had to be soaked. The cushion of the chair was soaked for sure. Her panties were sopping wet. Not that there was any heat in her crotch to go along with the wetness. The shame was a little too acute and the situation was too scary.

This was going to be amazing masturbation material later though.

“No more potty-face. Looks like you’re done.” Heather said, putting her phone back in her cleavage. “Heather will be here in a minute with somebody’s sweater or shawl. Don’t worry, she won’t come in.”

“Wh-what…” Camila asked. Also, what was a potty face?

“To cover the back of your skirt. I’m taking you back to the sorority house and cleaning you up.”

“You – you don’t have to do that.” Camila said.

“You can tell me no.” Heather replied. “Are you telling me no?”

Camila gulped and looked down.

“Good girl. Let mommy Heather take care of everything, okay?”

“Okay.” Camila said in a tiny voice.

Without any direction from Heather, Camila sat in the wet chair while they waited. It started out warm, but it was getting uncomfortable fast. She could feel it spreading further into her skirt too.

“Finally.” Heather said, in response to a knock on the door. She opened it a crack and stuck her arm through. Her arm came back with a bulky black sweater, way too heavy for August. “Thanks, see you later Heather.”

“Later Heather.” The voice on the other side was muffled by the heavy door. Heather closed it before the girl on the other side was done speaking.

“Which Heather was that?” Camila asked.

“None of your business. Just like Heather doesn’t know which rushee is in this room.” Heather said.

At Camila’s puzzled expression, she added, “Neither of the other Heathers saw us leave the ballroom.”

“Oh. Thanks Heather.” Camila said softly.

“You’re welcome, little girl. Now, up you go.” Heather wrapped the sweater carefully around Camila’s waist.

Black sweater on a black dress, with a stain that didn’t show that much on the dark skirt. It would pass any casual inspection. The knot in Camila’s gut began to unclench.

“What about the chair?” She asked. There was a huge stain on the green upholstery. There was no hiding that.

“It’s not the first time someone has peed on this furniture at the mixer, and it won’t be the last.” Heather said. “You might be the first Delta-G though. Usually, it’s the Apes. Alpha Epsilon Pi. They call them apes for a reason.”

“Oh okay.” Camila felt like she was getting her composure back. She wiped her teary eyes and gulped down the last of her glass of water. Her blush was subsiding too.

At least, it was subsiding until Heather took her hand, no, her wrist, and said, “Come on little girl. We’ve got a bit of a walk before we get you cleaned up.”

Mutely, she followed Heather in an embarrassed/horny/confused haze. At least she wasn’t lost at the end of the journey this time. She’d been to the Delta-G house twice already for rush events. It was empty now, for which Camila was grateful.

The well-kept Victorian rambler was a bit spooky without a crowd of girls inside. It didn’t help that the lights were off, or that a fall wind had picked up outside. If she was being honest, and she always tried to be honest, Camila knew the actual source of her nervousness. She still wasn’t sure about accepting Heather’s help.

Despite her uncertainty, she didn’t say anything when they entered the clashy living room, with its colonial fixtures juxtaposed against sports posters and modern lamps. Nor did she say anything when Heather marched her up the creaky wooden stairway. She was even silent when Heather brought her into what was obviously the older girl’s bedroom. If she was going to say something, it was the last chance.

“Okay little one.” Heather said, closing the door. “Strip off your dress.”

“What?” Camila shook her head. “Uh, just show me where the bathroom is; I can clean up.”

“No, you can’t.” Heather said matter-of-factly.

“I can’t?” Camila asked nervously.

“That’s right. If you’d gone home on your own, then you’d be taking care of yourself right now. But you came here with me, so now I’m taking care of you.”

“But uh…”

“But nothing.” Heather stepped behind Camila and unzipped the back of her dress. “If you can’t do it on your own that’s okay. Little girls don’t usually dress themselves anyway.”

Camila squirmed, which only helped Heather slide the dress up and off her. She stood bashfully with one arm across her chest and the other hovering in front of her wet panties.

“That’s obviously not going to work.” Heather said, gently pulling Camila’s arms to her sides. “I’m going to see everything when I clean you up.”

“Everything?” Camila whimpered.

“These are pretty.” Heather said, gently taking the string of pearls off Camila’s neck.

“They’re my mom’s.” Camila said shyly.

“She has great taste.” Heather said. “I bet she’s a cool lady.”

“Sometimes.” Camila ventured a small smile.

“Let’s get this off too.” Heather said, unclasping Camila’s bra.

“But I’m not wet there.” Camila said nervously. She ended up awkwardly holding the cups of her bra to her breasts when Heather slipped the straps off her shoulders.

“I don’t put little girls on the changing table in a bra.” Heather said. “It just doesn’t fit.”

“Changing table!” Camila said in alarm.

“Of course. You had a big accident, soaked a chair and your dress. You think I’m letting you sit on furniture here without a diaper on?”

A diaper. Camila swayed a little on her feet. Was this happening, she wondered? Was this older girl in her gorgeous designer dress really going to put her on a changing table and diaper her?

While her thoughts had been spinning, Heather had taken her bra away and pulled her panties down to her ankles. There wasn’t much to do but step out of them. Naked was less embarrassing than pee-soaked panties for sure.

“Okay, come with me, there’s a changing table just down the hall.”

“But – we have to leave the room?” Camila hastily covered her chest and crotch again.

“Honey, everyone is at the mixer.” Heather laughed, then smiled softly. “But I can see you’re really freaked out. Here, I’ll put you in my robe.”

Draped in Heather’s satin robe, Camila shuffled quickly to the changing room. She could hardly believe that there was such a place, let alone that she was walking into one. Her fun fantasy of an ABDL sorority was running up against reality fast.

The changing room didn’t do much to calm the butterflies in Camila’s belly either. It was straight out of an ABDL fantasy, with the walls decorated in childish wallpaper, an entire wall full of diapers, the works. On top of being intimidatingly on-the-nose, the changing room had not one, not two, but three changing tables.

“D-do you change multiple people at once in here?” Camila asked.

“There are private changing rooms downstairs.” Heather said, smoothly stripping Camila of the robe and ushering her onto the closest table. “And a lot of girls get changed in their room. This hallway is just for the senior in-house members and our babies. Those babies know the drill and they don’t mind the company.”

Camila gingerly lay down on the changing table. This is it, she thought. I’m really doing it. I’m going to wear a diaper for the first time in – I don’t know how long.

Heather didn’t reach right for the diapers or even the wipes. She leaned against the table and stroked Camila’s cheek.

“You doing okay there, little girl?”

“I’m really nervous.” Camila said.

“Aww, baby girl, you don’t have to be nervous with me.” Heather said with a gentle smile. “You don’t know me well yet, but I’m going to take such good care of you.”

“That sounds ni – eeee!” Camila giggled helplessly as Heather attacked her sides. “Heather, noooo!”

Heather relented, stroking Camila’s belly. “There’s the pretty smile you had at the mixer. Such a cute baby.”

Camila blushed. “I’m not a baby.” That was the whole game, obviously, but she couldn’t keep herself from protesting it. It was too diminutive a label.

“Of course not, you just wet your pants and you’re going to wear a diaper. No baby here.” Heather grinned and tickled Camila again briefly.

Squirming on the changing table, Camila realized she’d gotten over the body modesty at least. The diaper was still scary, but Heather in the moment seemed a lot nicer than the forceful sorority leader she’d been at the mixer.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Heather said.

As Heather said it, Camila felt a wet wipe caress her skin. It was really a caress too. Gentle, with enough pressure to clean and smooth as silk. Heather was obviously an expert. When the wiping moved from her waist to her crotch, Camila had that conflicted feeling of sexy-yet-not again.

This time it was a lot more frustrating. She couldn’t bear to ask for something or speak at all. What she really wanted was for Heather to stop being so maternal and be a lot more rhythmic over her crotch.

Unfortunately, either Heather wasn’t a mind-reader, or she ignored Camila’s silent pleas. Instead, Heather lifted Camila’s legs to get her butt off the table and wiped it down. That was super infantilizing, especially when Heather wiped her butthole as casually as could be.

“What kind of diaper would you like, little one?” Heather asked. “Plain white? Some solid color? Something with a cute print?”

“Uh white is fine.” Camila said quickly.

“You sure?” Heather asked. “You don’t want a nice pink or baby blue?”

“Pink would be okay too.” Camila whispered, blushing.

“I’ll remember that when I fill out the order sheet.” Heather said.

“The what?” Camila asked.

“The delivery from Dotty Diapers?” Heather said. “The thing you did your detective work on, Camila Holmes?”

“Oh, yeah. Do you get all your stuff from them?” Camila asked.

“No, there are other companies, but they’re our main one.” Heather said. “What ‘data’ did you get a hold of to find that out anyway?”

“Shipping manifests.” Camila said.

“Those are public?” Heather asked in alarm.

“Uh, not super public, no.” Camila said, blushing now.

“Wait, did you get that information legally?” Heather asked, putting her hands on her hips.

“Well that thing is…” Camila hid her face. “It might not be like, the most legal thing anyone ever did.”

“Camila!” Heather said. “You are lucky you aren’t initiated yet. I would spank your butt!”

“I’m sorry!” Camila instinctively scooted her butt toward the wall.

“You’re going to be trouble, little girl.” Heather said ruffling Camila’s hair. “Lie down properly, you get a pass on this one.”

 Camila slipped back into position, watching in fascination as Heather unfolded the big pink diaper. Heather made a lifting motion with her hand, and Camila raised her hips.

The rest was pure magic. After dreaming about it for so long, Camila was in bliss as soon as she was lowered on to the diaper. The smell of the powder and the feeling of it being patted against her skin was more than she’d ever imagined. Being wrapped in the soft padding and feeling it come snug around her as the tapes were set took her breath away.

Any reservations about if she’d like being diapered or not were out the window. Camila still didn’t want anyone to see her like this, but the first-time feeling was perfect. She was so happy that she didn’t realize until later that she’d hugged Heather, despite her near nakedness, or that she’d walked back to Heather’s room just as bare.

It wasn’t until Heather had Camila in an oversized pair of pajama pants and was putting the matching shirt on her that she came out of her fugue. Camila felt a renewed need to ask questions.

“Wait, why the pajamas?”

“Well, your dress has to be laundered and you don’t have any other clothes here.” Heather said reasonably. “I have some other stuff that would fit you, but I didn’t think you’d be up for hanging out downstairs when all the sisters come home.”

“Oh uh, maybe not.” Camila said. “But why can’t I wear the regular clothes anyway?”

“Because you’re going to sleep here tonight, silly.” Heather said.

“What?”

“Do you think there’s a nice empty laundry machine just sitting, waiting for your one dress and panties?” Heather said with a chuckle. “I WISH the sisters were that organized.”

“No, there’s clothes in the dryers, and in the washers, and at least one more load queued up. I might be able to get your dress into that one, if it’s the right kind of fabric.”

 “Oh. But…”

“By that time, it’ll be late. I’m not sending little girls out wandering around campus with a bunch of drunken frats.”

“But…”

“I committed to taking care of you, and I will. There are only a couple of choices left for you to make. First, if you want to see the sisters tonight or not. You already said no to that, but you can change your mind.”

“I think still no.”

“That’s fine. The other one is how you want me to take care of you.”

“Huh?”

“I really like this stuff. Obviously, I’m living in the Delta-G house in my junior year.” Heather said. “You really like this stuff; I watched your face while I was changing you.”

“Y-yeah.”

“At the same time, it can be overwhelming. You look like you might be overwhelmed. You also look like you might want to be little for a while.” Heather smiled and stripped off her dress, walking to the closet in nothing but a lacy black thong.

“You get to pick. You can just chill here, zone out on your phone, whatever. I won’t bother you except to get you some dinner.” Heather grabbed a loose blouse and a pair of shorts, sighing as she got into more relaxed clothes.

“Or I can treat you like I would any little girl. Take special care of you, pay lots of attention to you, and tuck you into bed for an early bedtime.” She turned back to face Camila. “What’s your pick?”

“You’re beautiful.” Camila said, staring star-struck at Heather.

“You are a such a cutie.” Heather said, pulling Camila in for a hug. “If you don’t make a choice soon, I’m defaulting to the little treatment.”

“Wh-what all would you do?”

“You’re worried about boundaries now?” Heather laughed. “I already cleaned you up and diapered you.”

“I know that.” Camila pressed her face into Heather’s chest, despite how little she knew it made her look. “But I’ve read a lot of stories and in some of them things get really hardcore with pacifier gags and bottles of actual formula and bondage and…”

“Woah, slow down little girl.” Heather said. “I wasn’t offering the full baby treatment. Or uh, the step beyond it that you’re describing. I was going to make you some chicken nuggets and some chocolate milk if you like it. I figured we’d read a story and snuggle if you’re up for that. If you really want a pacifier, I can give you a regular one.”

“I didn’t know.” Camila said, muffled by Heather’s chest. “I’m not a dumb baby.”

“No, of course not. You’re a big girl in a diaper who has her face mashed into my tits because she’s scared.”

Camila whined. Why did she whine? Her mind was spinning. She wanted so badly to play at being little, she’d wanted it for ages.

Now Heather was here, super nice, and offering to do it. It was still so scary though. She kept catching herself doing baby stuff, like pressing her face against Heather, or whining. Heck, she was still pressing her face against the older girl.

“Hey little girl, would you feel better if I took the choice away?” Heather asked gently. “You can still choose if you want, but do you want me to choose?”

“Yes pwease.” Camila said, face now fully enveloped by Heather’s bosom.

“Then you’re a little girl for the night.” Heather said, gently extracting herself from Camila’s grip. “You wait here for me to be back with dinner, right here on the bed, okay?”

Camila nodded, hopping on the bed with a pat on her diaper from Heather.

“I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m gone, I have a couple of friends here. I think – yeah, this one.” Heather handed Camila a gently loved stuffie of a fox.

Without even thinking about it, Camila hugged the stuffie tightly to her chest.

“That’s Viola.” Heather said. “She’s good company. You going to be okay while I’m gone?”

Camila nodded reluctantly. She didn’t trust herself to speak. It was either going to come out as a sob, a scream, or complete baby jibberish.

“You could come with me, but I’m sure there are a few people coming back by now.”

Camila shook her head. Heather smiled and patted her on the head. “I’ll be back fast.”

The waiting was at once an eternity and a tiny blip of time. Camila considered playing with the stuffie but felt weird about it. Partially because Heather would come back and see her playing, but also because she felt she hadn’t been properly introduced to Viola. It was so dumb! She didn’t need Heather to tell the stuffie her name.

Consumed with all the feelings, Camila stewed on the bed until Heather reappeared.

The smell of nuggets and catsup was amazing. It had simple comfort that Camila hadn’t known she’d been craving. She chowed down on them with the plate on her lap, Viola tucked under her arm.

“Slow down there hon, remember to breathe.” Heather took the latest nugget away from Camila and handed her a sippy cup. “We were out of chocy milk, sorry. It’s apple juice.”

Camila nodded and took a big drink. The refreshing sweetness hit the spot. Better than the milk would have. A little slower now, she ate the rest of the nuggets and finished her juice. Heather took the plate and was gone again for a bit.

The food had helped a lot. Camila felt like she could think again, though she was still feeling weird. She wanted to do all kinds of childish stuff, all at once. She wished Heather would have given her a bottle and treated her like a baby. She wanted somebody to cuddle up to. Asking herself if this was Little Space returned nothing but more confusion.

It was a huge relief to have Heather back, setting the pace. The rest of the evening Camila didn’t have a single moment to sit and introspect. Heather read her a couple of stories. She got her diaper checked, which made her very blushy, and was pronounced a good girl for staying dry.

Heather had her own half-bath in a tiny closet. Camila found herself on the potty there with her diaper pulled down and Heather standing by like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was praised again after she pottied, and Heather wiped her clean.

That last experience had pushed Camila into a deep fog. What few responses she’d been able to make to Heather dropped off entirely. Deftly as ever, Heather brushed Camila’s teeth for her and double-checked the tapes on her diaper.

The next thing she knew, she was bundled up in Heather’s bed, listening to a lullaby. It took but a moment to send her off to sleep.

The next morning Camila awoke to very strange circumstances. She’d barely come to terms with the fact that she was in Heather’s bed when she felt some dampness in her diaper. In a panic she grabbed the crinkly padding. The dampness was just sweat. Camila sighed in relief.

Relaxing introduced another hazard. Camila’s bladder let her know that she needed to deal with it one way or another. Blessing Heather’s private bathroom, Camila made a dash for the toilet.

“Good morning sunshine.” Heather said, returning to her room while Camila was still on the pot.

“Uh, morning! I’m in the bathroom.” Camila said nervously. She wished she’d thought to close the door.

“As if I haven’t seen all your bits already?” Heather said.

She didn’t avert her eyes, but she didn’t stare either on her way to put on makeup. Camila blushed anyway. As fast as she could, Camila finished up and brushed her teeth.

“Your clothes are right there on the dresser.” Heather said, pointing. “Are you going to wear the diaper home?”

Camila looked down. She’d pulled the diaper back up without thinking about it. It must have been because she’d been trying to get finished in the bathroom as fast as possible.

“No, certainly not.” Camila said. Funny, she didn’t sound certain.

“You can if you want. You look cute in it.” Heather said, critically eyeing her makeup job and nodding in satisfaction.

“Plus, it’ll be good if you have an accident on the way home.”

“I’m not going to have an accident!” Camila said in outrage.

“Of course not. Peeing all over that chair was a one-time thing.” Heather winked.

“Stop teasing.” Camila said with a pout.

“Okay, okay. If you’re not enjoying it, I’ll stop.” Heather handed Camila a plate with a croissant and a slice of cheese on it. “This is as good as breakfast gets until the quarter starts and our cook is back on the job.”

“Um, is there a shower I can use?” Camila asked. She set the food down while she stripped down and got into her last-night’s clothes.

“And ruin your first walk of shame by having good hair when you walk back?” Heather asked. “Just kidding. You can if you want, it’s down the hall past the changing room. You have about ten minutes before downstairs gets crowded, though.”

“Uh, maybe I’ll just grab the breakfast and run.” Camila said. “Thanks for last night.”

“It was fun, I liked taking care of you. I’m not your mommy or your girlfriend though.”

“I know.” Camila said quickly, covering her disappointment at the mommy part at least.

Heather tossed Camila’s discarded diaper in the trash and started on making her bed. “Don’t forget you still need to sign up with us today. You’ve got initiation tomorrow, and you’re registered for all your classes, right? You going to be okay taking care of everything?”

“I thought you weren’t my mommy.” Camila said, sticking her tongue out at Heather.

“Yeah, well the reflexes are hard to turn off.” Heather mussed Camila’s hair. “I’ll see you at initiation, little girl.”

“See you, Heather.” Camila scurried out of the room and down the stairs as fast as she could go. If there were any Delta-Gs in the living room to see the streak of little black dress that shot out the door, Camila didn’t spare a glance to check.

She was at the bottom of the porch stairs and nearly in the clear when she crashed into someone. Staggering back, Camila flailed to catch her balance.

“Where’s the damn fire?” Asked the girl she’d hit. She was familiar from the rush events, but Camila hadn’t been introduced yet.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you there.” Camila said quickly. “Really sorry!”

“It’s fine, you didn’t break anything.” The girl had a cute sundress on, and smart looking cornrows braided into her hair. “Here I thought I was going to be the earliest rushee.”

“Haha, yeah.” Camila said nervously, trying to smooth the knots in her hair.

“Wait, did you stay overnight?”

“I uh…” Camila sighed. “Can we start over? I’m Camilla Guerrero.”

“Lamara Washington.” Lamara said. “And I’m not judging.”

“Thanks. You pledging?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m here for now.”

“Cool um, I have to get back to the temp housing, but I’ll see you later.” Camila smiled hopefully.

“For sure. I’ll have my doppler radar up.” Lamara said, holding her arms in a mock-martial-arts stance.

“Just wait until you do a dumb thing.” Camila said with a smirk.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen like, today.” Lamara said.

“I don’t judge either.” Camila grinned. “Bye!”

Walk of shame turned out to be something of a misnomer. Camila joined a number of other girls and guys who were making their way across campus in last night’s clothes. The rest of the students weren’t out yet.

She couldn’t be weird if everyone around her was doing the same thing, Camila thought. That was exactly the point of becoming a Delta-G.

“Nice hair frosh.” A familiar voice said from behind Camila. It was Doria, of all people. She was just as done up as the night before, in a new outfit. Leave it to Doria to be an exception to the walk-of-shame-only time slot.

“What do you want?” Doria asked grumpily.

“Where’s all that pep and best foot forward now?” Doria asked dryly. “I see you had a good night. Did you manage to find a better choice?”

“No, I’m pledging Delta-G today.” Camila said stubbornly.

“What a pity.” Doria said. “I pulled your application to the Greek pool. National Merit Scholar, four point oh, and a bunch of AP classes. You have what it takes to be an Alpha Kai.”

“Are you recruiting me?” Camila asked incredulously.

“I’m offering you a better alternative. An Alpha Kai from this school has never failed to land a Fortune 500 job after graduation.” Doria said.

Camila took a deep breath in preparation for blasting the arrogant girl.

Dora waved away the protest Camila was about to make. “Just think about it. You have the rest of the day to decide. Put me down on your application when you come to your senses, and you’ll be offered a bid.”

“I’m a Delta-G!” Camila said fiercely.

“Not yet you aren’t. See you at bid-day, Camila.” Doria said, insufferably smug.

Full of angry energy, Camila stomped the rest of the way back to her temporary room. Who did Doria think she was, anyway? The prestige of Alpha Kai wasn’t worth giving up the bliss she’d had a taste of last night. Nothing was stopping a Delta-G from getting a Fortune 500 job either.

“I can have it all.” Camila told her mirror as she entered her room. “And I will!”

Camila’s heart pounded in the basement of the Delta Lambda Gamma house. She’d just signed a scary NDA along with the other four girls that were pledging. The non-disclosure agreement had come with a hefty deposit into her bank account, to be forfeit if she revealed the sorority’s secrets, of course.

But she already knew the secret. The anticipation was killing her. She didn’t even know who her other new sisters were to be. They were all wearing pink hooded cloaks, and were forbidden to speak to each other.

Camila regretted wearing pink jeans and a pink floral blouse to the initiation. She felt a little bit like a strawberry popsicle inside the cloak. She had other regrets too, like the massive mocha she’d drunk that morning, or how she’d run around campus getting her work study set up until the last minute before initiation. Not only had she almost been late, but she hadn’t had a minute to relax since she’d gotten out of bed.

Finally, three purple-cloaked women stepped out in front of the nervous pledges. They threw back their hoods, revealing the three Heathers. Heather Miller, who’s pink hair neatly matched the pledge cloaks, stepped forward.

“Today, we hope each of you will become out sisters, and join us in celebrating a lifestyle that has brought joy to so many Delta Lambda Gamma women. You are never to speak of our secret to someone outside our Sorority, or our sibling Fraternity Delta Lambda Beta.” Heather clapped once, the sound echoed off the bare concrete walls.

“Every sister in Delta Lambda Gamma is a participant in the ABDL Lifestyle.” Heather Lambert stepped forward. She didn’t have flowers in her hair this time, though she did have a gold flower on her hairpin.

Heather L. continued. “That means Adult Baby Diaper Lover. You’ve all been selected as people who we believe will join us and be excited about our lifestyle. We can’t explain everything that the lifestyle is in this initiation. Indeed, you’ll learn what it means to you, as you progress through college and life in this sorority house. In short, it’s a celebration of youth, innocence, and giving up stress and control to another person. There’s nothing more freeing than letting yourself go and becoming a baby again.”

Instead of clapping, Heather L rang a tiny bell she wore on a ring. Heather Rapp stepped forward, her expression as flat as usual.

“This is the point where you bail if you can’t handle this part of being a Delta-G.” Heather R. said. “If you do, remember you still can’t talk about it. I’m sure you have like, a bunch of questions so let me get some stuff out of the way.”

Heather held up a hand, raising a finger as she listed off her answers. “Yes, you have to wear diapers, yes, you have to pee in them. No, not all the time. Yes, you can be a mommy instead of a baby. No, that doesn’t mean you get out of wearing diapers, everyone wears them for the first couple of weeks at least.”

“If you accept sisterhood in Delta Lambda Gamma, step forward to greet us.” Heather M. said. “If you don’t, you can leave through the door you came in.”

Camila stepped forward right away, eagerly taking one of Heather M’s hands. She was followed by the person to her left, who clasped Heather R’s hand. The other three girls didn’t follow right away. There was a long moment of tension until one of them joined and then another. When the last girl stepped forward, Heather M. smiled broadly.

“Welcome sisters! You can take off your hoods. The ceremony isn’t over, but from this moment you are all Delta-Gs!”

Camila threw her hood back. The girl to her left was Lamara, who she’d crashed into on her way out of the sorority house. They grinned at each other. Camila went in for a hug. Lamara seemed surprised, but returned the hug happily.

Of the other three, two looked like identical twins. The third was someone Camila recognized from her high school. It was Ginger Olson, Camila’s only real competition for valedictorian. Ginger had her arms folded across her chest, apparently a little uncomfortable. Still, she hadn’t gone out the door. Camila looked forward to helping her old rival and new sister get comfortable with the sorority.

“For the next part of the ceremony, you’re going to take the first step toward being adult babies.” Heather M. said. She and the other Heathers handed each pledge a square package wrapped in tissue paper. “These packages each contain a pullup style diaper. There are curtains behind you. Take a moment to go behind the curtain, replace your underwear with these, and come back to join us.”

There were a lot of nervous giggles as the girls went into the curtained booths. Camila was no exception. She’d only worn a diaper once, and that had only been around Heather. Now she was going to wear one and everyone around her would know.

With trembling hands, she got her jeans and panties off. The pullup was soft and white, with a purple flower print. Camila took a deep breath and winced. Staring at the pullup naturally brought wetting to mind. Thinking about peeing with her lower half bare reminded her that there hadn’t been time to find a bathroom since that mocha.

It was fine, there’d be plenty of time to find a bathroom after the ceremony. She’d held it far longer in the past. There wasn’t any way she was going to spoil the ceremony by asking for a break to go to the bathroom.

The pullups went on like a little cloud on Camila’s butt. Her excitement ramped up again, sending Camila into a brief potty dance until she got herself under control. Putting her tight jeans back on helped a lot.

Camila was the last one out of the booths. The twins looked as excited and giggly as Camila felt. Ginger was glaring at the other pledges like she was daring them to make fun of her. Lamara was… not wearing any pants. She was rocking just the pullups from the waist down.

“You know you can put pants back on, right?” Heather R. said to Lamara, in a sarcastic deadpan.

“Oh, really?” Lamara shrugged. “Isn’t the ceremony all about wearing these?”

“It is, and I think it’s beautiful that you’re so comfortable already.” Heather L. said. “You’re welcome to wear them that way if you want.”

“Let’s get back to the ceremony, girls.” Heather M. said. “We’re going upstairs for a party where you’ll meet the rest of your sisters in a moment. Before we do, we have an oath for you each to swear. As the senior sisters of the house, we’ll be swearing one back to you. Your oath is about serving the sorority, and accepting the side of yourself that wants to be an adult baby. Ours is about taking care of you. Line up and we’ll start.”

“Repeat after me.” Heather R said, launching into the Delta-G oath one line at a time.

Camila faithfully repeated the oath, casting excited glances at the rest of her new sisters. It felt like the start of something amazing. Each of them was wearing a pullup just like hers. They were all going to live together, be babies together, and learn from the older girls together.

Though she hardly knew any of them outside of Ginger, Camila felt her heart swell at how close she already felt to the other pledges. On impulse, she reached out for the twin to her right. To her delight, Camila felt fingers lace through hers. She managed to get Lamara’s hand on the other side as well. The twins clasped hands too, with the further twin reaching for Ginger’s hand. Unfortunately, Ginger swatted the hand away. Camila frowned. They’d had such a nice, spontaneous team spirit thing going.

With the baby oath finished, all three Heathers spoke the mommy oath in unison. Their voices were strong and clear, promising to take care of the girls in front of them, to guide and protect them. Having already been taken care of by one of the Heathers, Camila was brimming with joy.

“Alright pledges, introduce yourselves to each other. Even if you met at one of the events.” Heather R said.

“You’re sisters now.” Heather M said.

“Take a moment to see each other in a new light.” Heather L finished.

“Hi, I’m Camila!” She said brightly to Lamara.

“Lamara.” She replied. “This feels strange, but good. Sisters?”

“Sisters!” Camila agreed, giving Lamara another hug.

She turned to the twins, who were finishing up what looked like a somewhat standoff-ish interaction with Ginger. “Hi, I’m Camila!”

“Hello, I’m Chun.” One of the girls said.

“I’m Sui Yin.” Said the other.

“Don’t worry if you can’t tell us apart.” They said in unison. “It happens all the time.”

Camila wasn’t satisfied with that. She scrutinized each girl carefully. Sure, they were physically identical, but there were differences. For one thing, they weren’t wearing matching outfits, so she could keep them apart that way for today. For another, Sui Yin’s hair was a bit longer than Chun’s, and Chun had a bit more muscle definition.

“I’ll do my best to treat you like your own selves.” Camila said. “It’s good to meet you, sisters.”

They smiled broadly, pulling Camila in for a tight hug. She hugged back, though her bladder screamed in protest. It was okay, the ceremony was just about over. There had to be a bathroom nearby on the ground floor.

Finally, Camila turned to Ginger. “Hi Ginger! I didn’t even realize you were pledging. Oh sorry, we’re supposed to introduce anyway. I’m Camila, your new sister.”

Ginger narrowed her eyes. She’d never been the friendliest girl in the world to Camila, but she seemed to be in an especially bad mood today.

“I’m Ginger. We’re sisters. That’s all we need for the ceremony.” She swept past Camila to greet Lamara.

Camila sighed. She looked over at the Heathers, hoping she hadn’t made a bad impression. Heather R and Heather M didn’t appear to have noticed, they were talking in low tones about something. Heather L was looking at Camila with a sympathetic smile.

“Everyone introduced?” Heather M asked. “Great! Upstairs we go, it’s party time!”

They all shed their cloaks, making Lamara’s choice of attire especially obvious. Camila was the first pledge in line, behind the heathers. They came out of the basement to a wild cheer from the rest of the sorority.

The stairway had taken them to the house’s ballroom, or general party room, Camila supposed. There were tables set up with food along the walls with baby-print tablecloths. Balloons and streamers decorated the ceiling. Most of the sisters were wearing regular clothes, though a lot of them had extra bulk around their waist and butt.

A few sisters were dressed in toddler-style clothes, with one in a baby’s onesie. That sister’s diaper was really bulky and obvious under the thin garment. Camila blushed to see a pacifier in the girl’s mouth.

“Thanks for welcoming our newest sisters everybody! Remember, Sophomores, this is your chance to get to do a diaper-check, so don’t be shy about it with our new sisters.” Heather M said, getting a laugh from the crowd.

“This party can be a little overwhelming.” Heather L said gently to Camila and the other new sisters. “Let me know if you’re feeling over your head. If you can let yourself go and just play with the baby stuff we have here, I think you’ll have an amazing time. If you need a break, come get me and I’ll help you.”

“Hey Camila.” Heather M said, grabbing Camila’s wrist. “Come on, I want you to meet everybody.”

Tugged away into a whirlwind of introductions, Camila forgot all about the bathroom. It was amazing to be lead around and introduced by Heather. Everyone obviously respected her, and she seemed to know all of them really well. Some of the girls even referred to her as Mama or Mommy.

It seemed like everybody she met had a present for Camila. In no time at all she had a pacifier with the Delta-G letters printed on it clipped to her blouse. She acquired a sippy cup of juice and a stuffed bear quickly too. If they didn’t have a toy or accessory to give her, the older sisters insisted on feeding her a chicken nugget, cracker, or piece of candy.

She’d never had so much attention. All of it was kind and babying too. Camila could feel her cheeks get more and more red as each older sister praised her for being a good girl or wiped a smudge off her cheek.

Across the room, Camila caught sight of Ginger. She seemed to be having a better time. Ginger had her own stuffed bear. She was sporting an adult sized baby bottle instead of a sippy cup. Her face was really pretty, with the soft smile she was directing to the largest sister in the room.

One of the older sisters stepped up to Ginger. After a brief hello, she pulled the waistband of the younger girl’s pants and took a peek down the back. The blush that spread across Ginger’s face was amazing, as was how she beamed when the older sister ruffled her hair.

Camila caught Ginger’s eye and smiled at her, raising her sippy cup like a toast. Ginger’s hand went up reflexively. When she caught sight of the bottle in her hand she frowned. Heather M stepped back up to Camila and Ginger’s frown became a glare. Her rival slammed her bottle down on the nearest table and stalked away into the crowd.

“How do you like it so far?” Heather M asked, brushing some hair out of Camila’s face.

“It’s great.” Camila said, though she couldn’t summon her usual enthusiasm in the face of Ginger’s anger. She had really hoped for a fresh start with her rival.

“Great but no smile?” Heather asked. “I know what will get you excited again. You ready to be a brave, cool baby for me?”

“Yes?” Camila asked, hoping for some details on how exactly she was going to be brave.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” Heather said with a big grin. “Come on cutie.”

In what was rapidly becoming a familiar sensation, Heather took Camila by the hand and lead her firmly through the party. They entered a circle of girls with a chair in the middle. Heather took a seat on the chair and pulled Camila into her lap.

“I’ve got a baby for the demonstration!” She declared. “Camila is already a pro at this, right Cammie?”

“I hope so?” Camila said nervously.

Someone took her sippy cup away. Heather folded Camila’s arms around her stuffed bear. There were a lot of people looking. Camila squirmed uncomfortably on Heather’s lap.

“Let’s get the new sisters in to see this.” Heather M said loudly. In short order the rest of the sorority had Lamara, the twins, and Ginger pushed to the front of the circle.

“ABDL isn’t just about wearing diapers, although that’s a main thing we do.” Heather said. “You’re going to be able to pretend to be a baby, and enjoy being treated like one. Normally we demonstrate that with one of our sophomores, but Camila here is a real go-getter. What do you say Cammie, you want to be babied for a bit by me?”

The answer to that was a big, blazing, twelve-foot high golden lettered YES. Or it would have been if they were alone again. Surrounded by excited girls, most of which she didn’t know, the idea was terrifying. Heather was counting on her though. Camila swallowed nervously. She’d impressed the older girl before, it’d just be going backwards to disappoint her now.

“Yes please mommy!” Camila said, with boisterous enthusiasm that patched over her anxiety a little.

“Aww, she’s already got her lines down.” Heather said.

Everyone laughed with them. Everyone but Ginger. She was glaring again. Camila remembered that glare, from standing on the podium giving the valedictorian speech. It was the same glare she’d gotten when she won the 100m Freestyle on their swim team. Ginger had had a lot of second places to Camila, but that wasn’t Camila’s fault!

Heather pulled Camila out of her thoughts by bouncing the younger girl on her legs. “Getting a little spacey there? Don’t tell me you’re going into little-space already. We need to get some lunch into you before you fill up on snacks.”

Someone had set up a small table and a bowl of what looked like spaghetti-os with hot dogs in it. Heather dipped a spoon into the dish and brought it to Camila’s lips. “Open up baby girl, here comes lunch.”

Camila opened her mouth and let Heather tip the hot dog and noodles into her mouth. Even though everyone was cheering her on, even with Heather M leading this activity, being fed in front of everyone was intensely humiliating. She felt like a little girl on Heather’s lap, which was the point, of course.

The embarrassment gave Camila tunnel vision, reducing the rest of the girls watching to mere noise. Her whole world was Heather and the spoons of food. She didn’t have to eat the whole bowl, though that hardly registered. Heather switched out her spoon for a bottle of milk and brought it to Camila’s lips.

The milk was warm. Being held against Heather while she was bottle fed crashed Camila’s thoughts with infantile feelings. She shuddered and surrendered to those feelings. Mercifully, that made the surrounding girls fade away even more. Eyes closed, Camila unconsciously latched a hand onto Heather’s breast.

It was an unhappy sensation when the bottle went away. Camila tried to ask for more, but forming words was hard. Heather pressed Camila’s pacifier to her lips and she sighed contentedly. Everything was right with the world, there was no more discomfort from sitting on Heather’s lap.

She spent a floaty-feeling time being passed to the other two Heathers, as well as some of the other older sisters. None of them did anything as intense as feeding her, most didn’t even put her on their laps. They all gave her a lot more intimate attention though, doting on her and telling her what a good girl she was.

Back on Heather M’s lap, she sat quietly while the Heathers talked among themselves. It was nice and warm on Heather’s lap. The conversation was a pleasant background noise that didn’t concern her. Camila couldn’t be sure, afterwards, how long that feeling had lasted. Whatever length of time it was, it was a little slice of heaven.

“I think she’s coming back to us.” Heather Lambert said, smiling at Camila. “Hi sweetie, are you here with us again?”

“Y-yeah.” Camila smiled bashfully.

“That was really intense, I’m so proud of you.” Heather Miller said, stroking Camila’s hair. “We’ve never had a sister who could dive right into little space after initiation like that.”

Both Heathers looked at Heather Rapp expectantly.

“What? Yeah, she’s impressive.” Heather R said with a shrug. “Like, you just said everything that needed to be said.”

“It’s still good for Cammie to hear it from you.” Heather L said gently.

“Anyway, you should get back to the party.” Heather M said to Camila. “You feeling okay to mingle again?”

“I think so.” Camila looked out at the other sisters nervously.

“Nobody is going to make fun.” Heather R said flatly. “You’re like, a celebrity now.”

“Everyone loved the demonstration, Camila.” Heather L said. “You’re an inspiration to the sisters.”

“I didn’t mean to take over your party experience so much, kiddo.” Heather M said. “Go enjoy, meet people.”

“Okay Heather.” Camila said. She was still feeling a strong need to obey the older girl, but at least the physical clinginess seemed to have worn off.

As she made her way into the party, Camila realized that her pullup felt very weird. It was like it had gotten bunched up in her jeans somehow. She still had to pee too. Casting around for a bathroom, Camila spotted one of the twins coming out of one. Sui Yin, she was pretty sure it was.

Just ahead of her, Lamara had gathered a group of older sisters and was peppering them with rapid-fire questions about ABDL. Camila went around them and nearly collided with Ginger.

“All done sucking up to the Heathers?” Ginger asked coldly.

“What are you talking about?” Camila said, hurt. “Heather grabbed me for that demonstration.”

“Yeah she did. I wonder why.” Ginger said. “Oh right, Lamara saw you coming out of the sorority house the day after the big mixer. I know you love to suck up to every teacher, coach, and boss you could find. I didn’t realize you’d sleep with a senior sorority sister just to get ahead of me here.”

“I did not!” Camila hissed in a whisper. “Yes, I ended up spending the night here but we didn’t have sex.”

“No? Well what happened? Did she get a chance to baby you ahead of time? Is that why you’re her special baby girl?” Ginger asked bitterly.

“I mean, that wasn’t something I planned either. It just sort of happened.” Camila protested.

“Uh huh. Just like it sort of happened that Coach gave you access to the community college pool to train in. Oh, and you just sort of happened to have that conversation with the principal at Prom. Then he just sort of happened to pick you for valedictorian over me.”

“I worked hard for everything I accomplished.” Camila said, shocked.

Ginger had never come at her so angrily before. They’d been friends even. All the way from elementary school to middle school. High school is where the problems had started, but even their first couple of years they’d hung out together.

“I’m sure kissing ass is really difficult.” Ginger said scornfully. “Don’t you have any shame?”

It was such an unfair thing to say that Camila gasped.

Endless hours of training had won her the 100m Freestyle, not kissing butt. Had she gotten access to a special pool, yes, but that was because she’d asked for it. Coach would have given Ginger a key too if she’d wanted one. The same with the principal. She presented her case on why her extra-curriculars should push her over for valedictorian, just like the school counselor had suggested.

If she’d come out on top, it was because she earned it. Because of how hard she worked, and how she reached for every opportunity she could. Plenty of those opportunities hadn’t worked out, but some of them had.

Camila felt heat and wetness on her legs. It was an instant flashback to losing her control in the chair when she’d been talking to Heather at the mixer. Her face flamed and she looked at her pants in disbelief. Wasn’t she wearing a pullup? How could she possibly be wetting through to her pants?

The dark stain spreading outward on her pants was real though. She looked up to see Ginger set her jaw angrily.

“That’s your way out of this conversation? Causing a scene? Fine. I’m sorry I stopped you from being the center of attention for five minutes.” Ginger stalked off.

Camila couldn’t spare a thought to call after Ginger. She looked around in desperation. All her stuff was still at the temporary housing. She was supposed to move in after initiation. Even if she made it to a bathroom there was no way to get a new pair of pants.

“Uh oh.” Said an older girl. She touched Camila on the arm and smiled gently. “Did you have an accident, hon?”

Camila looked at the girl. She had a very kind face, surrounded by voluminous brown curls. She was also wearing a diaper pretty obviously under her leggings.

“You seem embarrassed hon. Can I help? Do you want me to get Heather for you?” The girl asked.

Try as she might, Camila could not remember the girl’s name. There had been way too many rapid fire introductions. All she could do is nod urgently. It was a lousy few minutes of standing in the middle of the party, with an increasing number of stares coming her way. Luckily the pullup seemed to be helping at least a little. Camila’s accident wasn’t pouring out of her pants and onto the floor. It hadn’t even spread much past her thighs, this time.

Heather arrived in a rush, her pink hair framing a sympathetic expression. “I’ve got you Cammie. Come on, there’s a changing room over here.”

Camila was glad for the privacy of the closet-sized changing room. She was even more glad to get her wet jeans off. Or rather, for Heather to take them off. As soon as the door closed, Heather had Camila’s fly open and carefully worked her pants down. There had hardly been time for Camila to kick her shoes off.

She reached for her pullup to get the soggy thing off as well, only to have Heather pull her hands away.

“We’ll take that off on the changing table, baby girl.” Heather said. “Climb up.”

“Sorry, it just feels gross.” Camila said, gingerly getting on the changing table.

“I know, but the table is a lot easier to clean than the floor, especially if your accident isn’t done yet.” Heather said.

“O-of course it is.” Camila said, freshly blushing.

“It’s okay if it isn’t.” Heather said, tearing the sides of the pullup. Camila’s heart sank. Now she was the only new pledge who wasn’t wearing a pullup from the ceremony.

Rather than pull the pullup away immediately, Heather just pulled it flat. Apparently she really expected that Camila might wet in the middle of being changed. That was another hot twinge of humiliation. Worst of all, Camila realized she still had to go a little bit. She didn’t know how to tell Heather that though, after claiming she was done.

“This is the second time I’ve had to rescue you in a couple of days.” Heather said. “Do you have a lot of accidents, Cammie?”

“No, not really.” Camila protested. “I’ve never wet my pants in front of people like this before. Not since I was little.”

“That’s an interesting qualifier.” Heather said. “Did you have accidents when people weren’t around? Or did you manage to get out of sight before you had them?”

“I mean, it’s not like – it wasn’t happening every day.” Camila whimpered.

“How often did it happen?” Heather asked, stroking Camila’s belly with the flat of her hand.

“N-not more than once a month. Usually.” Camila said softly. “But it wasn’t my fault. Sometimes I’d just get too busy studying. Or the car ride would be a little longer than I’d expected it to be.”

“One of the extra-curriculars on your application was swim team.” Heather said. “Did you pick that sport so you could pee in the pool?”

“I – uh – thpt …” Camila’s attempt to answer fell apart into sputters.

The heel of Heather’s hand suddenly pressed down over Camila’s bladder. She was on the edge of tears, as the last of her accident was forced out of her onto the sopping pull-up.

“I think you might need the diaper wearing accelerated.” Heather said. “We usually introduce protection slowly to our new sisters, but you’ve got some gaps in your potty-training, don’t you hon?”

“I am too potty-trained!” Camila insisted. “I can do what the rest of the girls do. I’ll just work harder.”

“You don’t need to.” Heather said, finally removing the pullup and wiping Camila’s crotch. “We can take care of your little accidents just fine with diapers. You already know you like wearing them.”

Camila squirmed. “But, I want to make everybody proud.”

“You don’t shame us by having accidents.” Heather said. “I guess you didn’t get a chance to see, but that bathroom wasn’t getting a lot of use at the party. Plenty of little girls here wear protection. You’re a good little girl, especially if you’re a potty-pants.”

“But what happened?” Camila asked, remembering her earlier confusion. “Why didn’t the pullup catch my accident?”

“Hon, that pullup was full. That wasn’t your first accident at the party. I’d say it was probably your third, at least.” Heather said.

“No! That’s not possible.” Camila said in horror.

“I’m sorry little girl, but it’s true. It’s my fault, I should have kept a closer eye on your diaper when you were in little-space.” Heather lifted Camila’s legs so she could wipe the younger girl’s rear. “I didn’t realize you were prone to accidents.”

“I’m so embarrassed.” Camila whispered.

“I know honey, I know. I have a plan to make sure you don’t have this problem again, okay?” Heather said.

“What plan?” Camila was learning that it was better to get details from Heather M before she agreed to anything.

“Well most of our new sisters have minimal baby time at first as they get used to things.” Heather said. “They spend time in our daycare, under the supervision of a sister as a group. Everyone has to spend a couple of days a week there, but they can go for all their free time if they want.”

Camila bit her lip. That sounded fun, and nice. A slower introduction than being changed by Heather twice now.

“For you though, I have a sister who wants to try being a mommy. She could be your mommy and keep an eye on your diapers. You could still play with the other kids in the daycare, of course.”

“She’d make me wear diapers all the time?” Camila asked worriedly.

“That’d be between you and your mommy.” Heather said, putting a full size diaper under Camila’s rear. It was another of the pink ones from Dotty, same as she’d had last time. It was also not going to fit under jeans. Not that she could wear her wet ones anyway.

“Can I say no?” Camila whimpered, not sure if she was asking about the mommy or the diaper, or both.

“Of course you can.” Heather said, generously powdering Camila. “I was planning to call her in to meet you, and you two can both decide if you would be good together.”

“C-call her in? In here?” Camila said nervously.

“Yes, but I wanted to change you first. I’ve already changed you, so that’s not anything you haven’t done before.”

Camila swallowed nervously. She didn’t see a rack of pants or anything in the changing room, so she was going to have to go out into the house wearing the big pink diaper at some point. There didn’t seem to be a lot of logic to refusing. On the other hand, it felt embarrassing and scary to evaluate a potential mommy from a changing table.

“I guess – if you think this is the best way.” Camila said hesitantly.

“I think you two will hit it off.” Heather said, taping Camila’s diaper up snugly. “I’ll bring her in, get you two started, and then get your pants in the laundry. Sound good?”

“Yes Heather.” Camila said submissively. “Uh, how am I going to move my stuff in? Later?”

“I’ll get you a skirt or something.” Heather said. “Or you new mommy will, if you have one.”

That statement got Camila all flustered and blushing again. Heather deftly popped the pacifier into the little girl’s mouth when she opened it to fish for a response.

“I’ll be right back. Be a good baby and wait here, okay?” Heather said. There wasn’t much Camila could do but nod.

Any attempt to think things over while Heather was finding this mysterious mommy was useless. Camila’s mind was a spinning mass of hormones and emotions. She kept wondering if her potential mommy would be as hot as Heather. She felt like a mess, and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Hi Cammie, this is Betty.” Heather said, stepping back into the tiny room.

Camila looked Betty over nervously. It was the sister that had first helped her when she had her accident. A closer inspection showed her to be pear shaped with a generous bosom. She had a lot of laugh lines around her mouth. There was something in her eyes that made Camila want to immediately trust her.

Betty was still wearing a diaper under her leggings. Her blouse was more grown up than some of the other diaper-wearing sisters Camila had seen, however. It was a pale blue button-up, with a white undershirt underneath to cover her cleavage. At least, it could be said that the undershirt tried valiantly to cover Betty’s cleavage. That was a battle that Betty’s clothes lost a lot, Camila suspected.

“Hi Camila.” Betty said, squeezing past Heather so she could stand closer to Camila’s head than her legs. “What do you like to be called? Is it Camila? Cammie? Little girl?”

“Camila is fine. Uh, Cammie is okay too. I guess.” Camila said. Belatedly, she realized she was still lying on the changing table much like a little girl, or a baby for that matter. She propped herself up on her elbows.

“I’ll stick with Camila for now.” Betty said. “I was really excited when Heather told me that there was a pledge who might be interested in having a mommy right away, but nothing has been decided yet. Can we talk for a bit and see if we can figure things out?”

“Yeah, that would be okay.” Camila said, nodding.

“I’ll let you two have some privacy.” Heather said. “Let me know if you need help moving your stuff later, okay Camila?”

Camila had just enough time to wave at Heather before she was out the door. A tug at her hips called her attention back to Betty, who was gently pulling on Camila’s diaper.

“Heather does such a great job with changes. The fit is perfect. How do you like wearing a diaper?” Betty asked.

“Um uh, it’s actually the second one she’s put me in.” Camila said bashfully. “I like it a lot.”

“Oh! You’re the one that spent the night after the mixer. That’s great!” Betty smiled. “What a fun and special introduction to the sorority you had.”

“It was kind of intense too.” Camila said. “But yeah, she made me feel really special.”

“Heather was my mommy for a while.” Betty said. “I know what you mean. She’s amazing.”

“So uh, why do you want to be a mommy?” Camila asked. “Did you stop liking being a baby?”

“No, I still like it.” Betty said. “But just like everyone has to wear diapers for a while after they pledge, everyone has to take a turn running the daycare in the Spring. We don’t always know what we’ll like best about ABDL when we join up, so the sorority makes sure that we get a chance to try a little of everything.”

“Oh, that’s really cool actually.” Camila said.

“I think so too.” Betty beamed. “I really liked running the daycare, but I wished I had more time one on one with somebody. So I talked to Heather, and she said we could work on getting me a little one of my own.”

“And that’s me?” Camila asked hesitantly.

“That’s for us to both decide together.” Betty said. “I hope it is you though. You were so cute after Heather fed you. You’re really cute now.”

Camila blushed. She already liked Betty a lot. Ever since Betty had arrived in the changing room, she’d wondered what it would be like to hug her.

“So uh, how does it work?” Camila asked.

“Formally setting up mommy and baby is a pretty big deal actually.” Betty said. “It’s totally okay if it doesn’t happen today. I’d help make sure you do well at school, and I’d decide how often you’d wear diapers. We’d have to communicate a lot and make sure that everything is still working for both of us. Especially when it comes to what mental age you go to when you’re little.

“What age?” Camila asked.

She had some idea from all the stories she’d read, but it wasn’t the same when it applied to her directly. Plus she didn’t know what Betty meant by all this. Briefly, visions of being locked in a cage-like crib by Betty danced in Camila’s head. She’d have a massive diaper on, and a pacifier strapped to her mouth so that she couldn’t talk.

The pacifier would only come out when Betty put a bottle in its place. Camila imagined herself always swaddled in baby clothes, or just blankets and a diaper. Totally dependent on Betty, just a little baby girl.

That was hot. Insanely hot. Also just plain insane. She couldn’t do that and still go to college. Camila wasn’t sure she wanted that in real life. Was kind of sure she didn’t want it, actually. Betty probably didn’t want that either. It sounded exhausting to take care of someone like that.

“Camila?” Betty asked. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” Camila realized that Betty had been talking the whole time she’d been fantasizing. She blushed and squirmed. “Oh uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“You seem pretty distracted. Are you feeling little again? If this is only your second diaper, it might be a little intense.”

“It’s not uh – that.” Camila said. “Well it’s that a little, maybe, but I was also uh – having um – fantasies. About me. And you.”

Camila was sure her face was the color of a ripe tomato. She wasn’t even sure why she told Betty that, but the words had simply spilled out.

“Oh? Anything you want to tell me?” Betty asked.

“No – it’s too embarrassing.” Camila sputtered.

“It sounds like you might be open to being my little girl though.” Betty said with a grin. “Do you want to try it for a while and see if you like me as a mommy?”

“Y-yes, okay.” Camila said.

“Alright! I’m excited!” Betty said. “Are you okay to go back to the party, or would that be too much?”

“Please no.” Camila said. “I’d be too embarrassed.”

“Then let’s go to my room for a bit. You can have some little time. Then we’ll take a break and get your stuff moved. How’s that sound?”

“It sounds good. M-mommy.” Camila said, feeling very little and shy.

“You. Are. Precious.” Betty said. “Take my hand, little girl. Let’s go see Mommy’s room, okay?”

Betty’s – Mommy’s room was small, but very tidy. It was split into a more adult area and a little one. The bed was covered in a comforter with a colorful pony-print. There were quite a few stuffies arranged on it. A nearby bookshelf held some kid’s books along with some toddler toys and a stash of diapers.

On the other side of the room was a well organized desk and a laptop. A built-in shelf held some cooking supplies like spices and jars of sauce. The small dresser sported a makeup station on top.

Betty bundled Camila up in the softest microfiber blanket she’d ever felt. They snuggled on the bed, with Camila wedged between Betty and the stuffies.

“Tell me what you like about diapers, little one.” Betty said.

“Uh, I mean um, I guess I’ve liked them for a long time?” Camila said. “They’re um – it uh – it turns me on to read stories and stuff about them.”

“Me too.” Betty said with a grin. “That’s true for lots of us here.”

“Does that mean that, if you’re my mommy we’ll be girlfriends?” Camila asked nervously. Not that she was opposed to it, but it would be weird if it was inevitable.

“Not necessarily at all.” Betty said. “Heather and I were never girlfriends. I love her as a mommy, but she’s not my lover.”

“Oh, okay.” Camila said, relaxing a bit and cuddling up to Betty.

“I had a Delta-G boyfriend for a while.” Betty said. “And he was also a Daddy to me, so it can happen that way, it just doesn’t always.”

“You’re um, bi?” Camila asked, hiding her face in the blanket.

“I am, is that okay?”

“Yes. I uh, I am too.” Camila said in a hushed voice.

“Are you not out?” Betty asked. “That’s okay, I won’t tell anyone something you don’t want me to tell.”

“I am, I came out in high school.” Camila said. “But uh, it wasn’t very fun. A lot of the girls in the LGBTQ club were mean about it. They said I was just ashamed to be a lesbian. When I got a boyfriend – they kicked me out of the club.”

“That’s not okay.” Betty said. “They were being terrible. I’m sorry that happened to you, little one. I’ve had some of the same reactions. But I also have some queer friends that are really great. They accept me for being bi, completely. I’ll introduce you to them, okay?”

“That would be amazing.” Camila poked her head out of the blanket, looking at Betty with teary eyes. “You’re a good mommy already.”

“I didn’t realize I was going to cry in bed with an adorable little girl today.” Betty said, wiping away her tears with a happy grin. “Do you feel up to talking about how little you’d like to be? That question kind of derailed you back in the changing room.”

“Uh, I really don’t know. I’ve only been little a couple of times, both with Heather.” Camila said. “I guess maybe we could try it, and you could tell me how little you think I am.”

“We don’t have a lot of time before we need to move you in.” Betty said. “So I’m not sure I want to get you into full-on little space. Classes don’t start until day after tomorrow though, do you want to try being little tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s probably better.” Camila said, feeling an odd mix of relief and disappointment.

“That doesn’t mean we won’t play at all. There’s lots of stuffies here to meet, or I could read you a story.” Betty said. “Plus, as big as that accident was, I might need to change you before we go get your stuff.”

Camila squirmed, hiding her face in Betty’s chest. This was something her new mommy had over Heather. The pink haired girl had a nice bosom, but Betty’s chest was like a pillow made of clouds.

“Oh, that’s one thing we do have to figure out.” Betty said. “How much you’ll be wearing diapers. Most girls don’t wear to class in their first year, but some do. Some never wear in public. Some wear twenty-four-seven.”

“I thought you said that you decide that.” Camila said.

“As far as the being your mommy, I do.” Betty said. “But we’re always having a conversation about what we’re okay with.”

“Oh.” Camila said, feeling deflated. She supposed that she should be responsible and logical about this. There wasn’t much need to wear diapers all the time, so she should be like the other girls and not wear outside the house.

It would suck to have the nice diaper she was wearing taken off. Or take it off herself. Especially just as she was getting used to having Betty as a mommy. It even felt kind of like being rejected. Camila frowned, mad at herself. She was so selfish. Here she was, worried about her little fantasy, not even asking Betty if she’d be okay changing Camila’s diaper right off the bat.

“It sounds like there’s a conversation going on, but I can’t hear it because it’s inside your head.” Betty said gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Cammie.”

“I can just wear a little, it’s fine. When you have time and stuff.” Camila said sadly.

“Hmm, it even sounds like there was a decision made. That’s weird though, because I don’t remember giving any input.” Betty said.

“I don’t want to be a bother.” Camila said.

“Did you ask if I thought you were?” Betty said, gently but firmly.

“N-no.” Camila replied.

“How much would you wear diapers if you could wear the exact amount you want?” Betty asked.

Camila’s thoughts flashed between the hundreds of stories she’d read. Scenarios from defined diaper scenes to being locked in a crib as a helpless baby flashed through her head.

“I – I don’t know.” She said helplessly.

“Okay, let’s try a different question.” Betty said. “Did you ever wear adult diapers before Heather put you in one?”

“Um, no.” Camila said. “I wanted to try but I never did.”

“Is that because you didn’t feel safe or comfortable doing it? Or was it because you didn’t want to put them on yourself?”

“I uh…” Camila blinked. The second question had never occurred to her, but it made a lot of sense. In her fantasies it had always been someone diapering her. “I didn’t have anyone to put them on me.”

“So, would it be fair to say that you want to be told how much you’re wearing diapers?” Betty asked.

“Yes mommy.” Camila said, burying her face in Betty’s chest again.

“Well, you had a big accident today. Is that something that happens a lot? Is my baby girl not potty trained at all?” Betty asked, as if she was talking to a child.

“It doesn’t happen all the time!” Camila said petulantly. “I was telling Heather that.”

“Oh, but you do have accidents more than just in the last couple of days?” Betty asked.

“M-maybe.” Camila said.

“Be honest with me, baby girl.” Betty said. “Heather talked to me about your accidents before she brought me to you.”

“She did!?” Camila squeaked.

“Do you think you can go the whole rest of the day without having an accident?” Betty asked.

“Of course.” Camila said, pouting.

“Okay, let’s try that. If you can go all day without having an accident, then we’ll look at just pullups for tomorrow.”

“Mph mph mph!” Camila mumbled unintelligibly into Betty’s bosom.

“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie.” Betty teased. “I know staying dry until bedtime is tough to do.”

Camila had never been so embarrassed, or her crotch so hot. She was wishing now that mommies and girlfriends were the same thing as a default. As it was, all she could do was press herself up against Betty, to endure the exquisite agony and torturous pleasure of being teased about her diapers.

“On the other hand, if you do have an accident, then I think it’ll be best to put you in a big, fluffy diaper tomorrow.” Betty said, sounding excited herself. “A huge one with a booster pad in it that makes you waddle when you walk.”

“Mommy!” Camila whined. “If you’re not going to – do stuff to me – please stop teasing.”

“Hah, I didn’t realize you were that turned on.” Betty said. “I think we probably shouldn’t introduce romance or uh – sex just now. If we even decide that’s something we want. Do you want to cool down a bit?”

“Yes please.” Camila said. What she wanted was access to a bathroom, or something private, where she could put her hand down her diaper and take care of the fire between her legs. Short of that, a shower of literal ice crystals would also work.

“I’ll give you one of my skirts and you can go find out from one of the Heathers what room you have. Then come get me and I’ll help you move.”

“Okay Mommy – uh, Betty.”

“You can call me either, until we decide that we aren’t together that way, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.” Camila smiled.

Camila found her room with a bit of help from Heather L. It was teeny, smaller than the dorm rooms even. That was okay, she had a whole house to roam around in. Her face lit up when she saw who her roommate was.

“Lamara, you’re my roomie?” Camila gushed.

“Oh hi Camila! Yeah that’s me.” Lamara looked up at Camila from the floor where she was investigating under her bed. She was also still bottomless except for her pullup.

“Pretty brave of you to do the whole party in your pullup like that.” Camila said, sitting on her bed to test its bounciness.

“Is it?” Lamara asked curiously. “Everybody here wears them or changes them, it should be no big deal, right?”

“Uh, I guess that’s technically true.” Camila said. Even as much as she liked diapers, she wasn’t ready to be quite so blasé about them. “Whatcha doing down there?”

“I think I can install a shelf system down here with rotating shelves.” Lamara said. “You want me to do one under your bed too?”

“Uh, maybe.” Camila said. “I mean, how much does it cost?”

“Not much. It’s just some sheet metal and a couple of motors. You can make the whole thing work on a Raspberry Pi and an Xbox controller.”

Camila blinked. “You’re going to fabricate it?”

“Oh yeah!” Lamara grinned. “The University has a ton of engineering and design resources. After I showed Greg some of the stuff I’ve made, he said I could use the metal shop whenever I wanted.”

“And Greg is…?”

“In charge of the metal shop. And a dean or something?” Lamara shrugged and slid under her bed to her waist.

“Right. Uh, so how come you’re here and not at like, MIT?” Camila asked.

“I heard this town was ABDL friendly. Then I heard some stuff online about the Delta-Gs and I took a chance that they would be okay with it. When it turned out they were actually ABDL all the way, I was really excited!”

“Oh boy, Heather isn’t going to like that.” Camila said.

“Huh? Why not?”

“I did some investigating and I picked Delta-G for the same reason. Except I knew for sure about the ABDL before I even applied to ABDU.” Camila said. “Heather M freaked out when she found that out. It’s supposed to be super secret.”

“Nothing is secret anymore. We have the internet.” Lamara said.

“Well it still took a lot of work to confirm.” Camila said defensively. “But yeah, there’s only so much you can hide.”

“It shouldn’t matter. Objectively, there’s nothing wrong with ABDL.” Lamara said.

“Uh, except for the part where people are super non-objective all the time?” Camila asked.

“I guess so. I don’t worry about that.” Lamara said. She popped out from under the bed, grinning. “Good news! It’ll work for sure. I’ll pick up some extra materials in case you want an enhanced shelf system, okay?”

“Heh, okay, thanks Lamara.” Camila said with a wry grin.

“Oh, can I see your diaper?” Lamara asked, sitting up eagerly.

“Um, why?” Camila asked, blushing.

“I’ve never worn a real one.” Lamara said. “I wanted to see what it looks like.”

“Sure, I guess.” Camila squirmed. After a bit of hesitation, under Lamara’s intense gaze, she pulled up the flowing skirt Betty had let her borrow.

“Oh, that looks like good quality. How does it feel? Is it comfortable? It looks like it fits well. Does the bulk make it difficult to walk?” Lamara got up on her knees and gently patted Camila’s diaper all over, even tugging lightly at the waistband.

“Uh, it’s great. It feels really good. I guess walking is a little different, but not hard.” Camila could feel herself blushing all over. She desperately wanted Lamara to stop poking at her diaper, but couldn’t bear to stop someone so excited.

“I can’t wait to try one.” Lamara said, mercifully backing off. “Are you going to wear them all the time?”

“I don’t know.” Camila blushed again and hastily fixed her skirt. “That’s um, being negotiated with my new Mommy.”

“You have a mommy too!” Lamara grinned. “Oh this is great! You’ll have to tell me all about it! I’m so glad you’re my roommate, I’m getting to learn all about this stuff through you.”

“Well uh – yeah, that’s great.” Camila said. “Hey, I’m going to get my stuff from the temp housing. Do you need help with your stuff?”

“That’d be great!” Lamara said. “It’ll be easier for both of us if we work together.”

“Cool.” Camila smiled. “Betty is going to help too.”

“I’ll get my tool belt!” Lamara said, diving for a heavy canvas bag at the foot of her bed.

“What do you need that for?”

“I installed a few things in my room at the temporary housing.” Lamara said.

“But… Lamara, it’s temporary housing.”

“Yeah, so they were temporary installs. Don’t worry, I didn’t build any furniture. It’s just a few angle brackets holding things to the wall.”

Camila giggled. While Lamara was strapping on her tool belt, all she had to do was put her shoes on. It seemed like her new roommate was going to be a lot. That was okay though, Camila already liked her. There were probably going to be a lot of unusual personalities in an ABDL sorority.

Now all she had to do is decide if she was going to have an ‘accident’ or not. Betty had basically let her choose if she wanted to be diapered tomorrow or not. With a happy buzz of feelings in her head, Camila took her roommate to meet her new mommy.

The next morning, Camila woke up sore. Checking her phone, she realized she’d slept in until after eight. Luckily, her first class wasn’t until ten. It was a weird feeling, for years now she’d woken up at seven even on weekends. Resting lazily in bed wasn’t an option though. Camila had to pee, badly.

Soft snores from the other side of the room meant that Lamara was still asleep. Camila climbed quietly out of bed and peeked down the hall. There was a line for the bathroom. A serious line, four sisters deep, all of them holding fully loaded shower caddies. They were chatting quietly as they waited.

Camila ducked back into her room and squeezed her thighs around the padding between her legs. She could obviously use the diaper she’d been wearing since last night. Doing that would be too much like having an accident though. None of the sisters in the hall were wearing diapers. Even the fully-dressed sisters she’d seen walking by didn’t seem to be wearing padding. Heather M had set Camila up to be the babiest new sister at the initiation party, but she wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted to be.

Biting her lip at the pressure in her bladder, Camila loaded up her shower caddie and hoped for the best. Taking the diaper off would probably be a mistake. If she couldn’t hold it until she got her turn at the bathroom, peeing on the floor would be way more embarrassing.

A knock at the door made Camila jump, and Lamara stir in her bed. It was Betty, Camila discovered, when she opened the door.

“Good morning, Cammie.” Betty said. Thankfully, she kept her voice soft. “Is your roommate still asleep? It’s almost eight thirty.”

“Good morning, I think she’s…”

“No, I’m getting up.” Lamara said with a yawn. “Good morning, Camila! Good morning, Betty!”

“Great!” Betty said, pushing her way into the room.

She had an unmistakable diaper bag on her shoulder, it was soft white with teddy bears and stars on it in pink print. There was nothing else babyish about her though. The wild curls of her hair had been pulled back around Betty’s face, only to burst out from under a hair clip. Betty looked gorgeous in patterned leggings, a low cut blouse with an undershirt, and her makeup all done up.

“Hi Mommy.” Camila said in a strained voice. “I was just about to get a shower.”

“Are you okay sweetie?” Betty asked, opening the diaper bag and setting some supplies and a small stack of diapers on the shelf at the end of Camila’s bed.

“Uh, I just have to go – pretty bad.” Camila said.

“Oh. Well, you could ask to cut in line for that, you don’t have to wait for every shower to be done.” Betty said. “Or just go while another girl is showering.”

Camila blushed. “I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Well at another sorority, I’d say it’s something you’d have to learn how to do, but you have another option. You can just use your diaper, silly girl.”

“Yeah, you should use it!” Lamara said excitedly. “You’re just going to throw it away anyway.”

“Uh, I don’t know…” Camila said. She wasn’t far from having the choice taken away from her, but there was too much of an audience for her to feel comfortable wetting.

“What did you become a Delta-G for anyway?” Lamara said with a huge grin. “I’ve never seen someone wet before in person, can I watch you?”

“I uh, well…” Camila grabbed her crotch and squeezed.

“I think that might be a little much for Cammie right now, Lamara.” Betty said. “Do you mind waiting outside for a moment?”

“Alright.” Lamara said in disappointment. “Can I watch you change her at least?”

“That’s up to Cammie. Give us a bit of privacy, please.”

“Sure thing!” Lamara waved and exited to the hall, wearing just a shirt and her panties.

The moment she was gone, Camila lost control. She looked up at Betty, her face flaming, feeling the wet spread out into her diaper. It was embarrassing, sure, but oh-so-hot too. Betty smelled and looked so good. If she thought she could get away with it, Camila would have put a sock on the doorknob.

“Good girl!” Betty said, patting Camila’s padded crotch. “You really had to go, you poor thing.”

“Yeah.” Camila squirmed. “Thanks for asking Lamara to step out.”

“Of course, hon.” Betty said. “This is a good opportunity for me to ask, do you want me to just take care of you every morning? I wouldn’t mind at all. It’d be a nice way to start the day.”

“I – I don’t know.” Camila said. “I’d have to be diapered every night for that to work, right?”

The idea was hot. For the first time Camila wondered if joining an ABDL sorority was a mistake. It was like there was a current pulling her toward living as a baby more and more. She was terrified to realize how much she wanted Betty to baby her all the time.

“Is that too much? It’s okay if it is, even though it’d be fun to tuck you in too.” Betty said. “Okay, I think you’re ready for a change. Do you want me to keep Lamara out in the hall for a bit?”

“No uh, I feel bad kicking her out of her room.” Camila said, lying down on a changing blanket that Betty spread out on the bed for her. “Besides um, if I have a mommy, she’ll have to see eventually.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Betty tapped on the door. “You can come back in, Lamara.”

It was a mistake to let her back in. As soon as Camila saw Lamara’s eager grin and intense gaze, she realized it. She spent the change with her hands over her face, pretending it was only Betty in the room. At least Lamara was keeping quiet.

“We talked yesterday about your accidents, and you were able to keep your diaper dry all day yesterday.” Betty said, wiping Camila. “I’m proud of you, but I’m going to put you in a smaller diaper today just in case. If you can keep this one dry, then we can go to pullups for regular wear, okay?”

Camila squirmed, as much at the conversation as the cool wipes. “I um, yeah okay. As long as it’ll fit under jeans, please?”

“It’s a nice slim one, a medical brand.” Betty said. “It should be fine. If you do have an accident, that’s okay too. But it’ll earn you a big fluffy diaper that you’ll have to wear this evening.”

“Oh god.” Camila quivered, as Betty taped her into the smaller diaper. It was a lot less bulky. Almost disappointingly so.

“That was great!” Lamara said brightly, shattering the illusion of Camila’s privacy. “You’re really good at that!”

“Thank you, Lamara.” Betty said proudly. “I’d be happy to put one on you sometime if you’d like.”

“Oh, if you don’t mind, I would like that!” Lamara said with a grin. “Maybe tonight? Oh, if Camila has an accident, we could be diaper buddies!”

Betty laughed. “That sounds fun. I’m happy to do it for you tonight either way.”

“Great! I’m going to go shower, see you tonight!” Lamara said on her way out the door.

“Uh, mommy, how am I supposed to shower now that I’m diapered?” Camila asked.

“You showered last night after moving.” Betty said. “I can just wipe your face and you’ll be set to go.”

Camila endured having her face wiped, as well as Betty helping her pick out her clothes with nervous, horny energy. So many dreams were coming true at once, but it was a lot. Her processing was interrupted by Betty pressing a small wrapped box into her hands.

“What’s this?” Camila asked curiously.

“A present, little girl.” Betty said happily. “Open it!”

Eagerly, Camila tore the wrapping open. Inside the little box was a bright red pacifier, with ‘Camila’ written across the plastic shield in blue.

“Where’d you get this?”

“One of the sisters has permanent pens for that kind of thing, and really good handwriting. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, thanks mommy.” Camila said. Popping the pacifier in her mouth felt good, though it did trigger yet another slight blush.

“Oh, it looks great on you! I actually had two of them made. The other one is right here.” Betty said, fishing a nearly-identical pacifier out of her cleavage. “If you ever can’t find yours, or just want to use this one, it’ll be right there.”

That brought Camila back up to full blush. She wanted to rest her head on Betty’s bosom, or just bury her face in it. Finally, she sat down on the bed and popped the pacifier out of her mouth.

“Betty.” Camila said, deliberately eschewing the word mommy. “Are we going to date? I don’t know how to feel about some of this stuff.”

“Well that depends a little on if you want to, and also what you mean by date.” Betty said, sitting next to Camilla. “I’m poly, so I wouldn’t be opposed to dating you, including sex. That doesn’t mean we’d be going straight to sex, we’re not close enough for that yet. We also wouldn’t be exclusive, so you’d have to be okay with that.”

Camila sighed and looked down the floor. It was another big thing to process. Why couldn’t Betty just make the decision for her? Because she’d asked for a serious discussion and stepped out of the game by calling her by name. Stupid logic.

“I know you get turned on by the ABDL stuff.” Betty said. “Turned on a lot from what I can tell. Should I back off on it?”

“No, please.” Camila squirmed. “I just don’t know what to think. All of this is super new.”

“What are you feeling right now?” Betty asked. “What do you want?”

“Can you – kiss me?” Camila asked.

“I think we can do that, pretty little girl.” Betty said.

She took Camila’s face in her hand and pulled their faces close. There was a tender, scary moment of anticipation and then their lips met. Camila’s eyes fluttered closed. Tingles ran down her spine at the contact. The kiss was soft, gentle, and fulfilled a host of hanging desires. It didn’t solve the problem of being turned on for Camila, but it re-balanced her.

“That was sweet.” Betty said softly. “How was it for you?”

“Oh mommy.” Camila sighed happily.

“Uh oh.” Betty said, smiling. “I think I might be falling for you a little. I can’t stop being poly though, so please tell me if it ever hurts, okay?”

“I will.” Camila said. “Actually um, I kind of like that you are. It’s uh – I guess it’s less pressure?”

“It can work that way, and I’m glad that’s helping for you. I’ll let you get ready for class, I have to as well. But make sure to come see me afterwards, okay?”

“Yes mommy.” Camila said, feeling better about that title than she had all morning. “Thanks for coming to see me.”

“Thanks for being such a sweet little.” Betty said. She gave Camila a peck on the cheek and slipped out of the room.

On her way to class, Camila sneaked glances at what her sisters were wearing. It didn’t look like anyone else was wearing padding. Some of them might have pullups on, and those wouldn’t necessarily show. There were lots of Delta-Gs wearing leggings though, which would show just about anything.

Ginger’s angry words from the party came back to her mind. Camila didn’t feel like she got singled out for special treatment, but it was hard to deny it at Delta Lambda Gamma. She had Heather M treating her with special consideration and a mommy already. All that had happened because she’d done all that extra research on the sorority though.

Camila sighed. She doubted that Ginger was interested in hearing that explanation. It seemed like there should be some way to repair their relationship, get back to being friends again. Unfortunately, Camila was out of ideas.

She was also out of time to speculate on her high school rival. Her first class of the day, a chemistry lab, was located in a legitimate labyrinth of a building. Several of the classrooms even had a “Beware of the Connor Hall Minotaur” sign on the door. It was great that they had a sense of humor about it, but Camila was starting to panic that she was going to miss the first day.

Armed with a picture of the building map from it’s front door on her phone, and a print-out from the orientation session she’d gone to the day before, Camila darted through the chemistry hall’s tight hallways. On the third turn, she zigged when she should have zagged around some slowly trudging upperclasswoman. She had just a moment to see a female face in front of her, before she bounced off the other woman and fell back against the wall.

“Ow, sorry!” Camila said.

The other woman was picking her phone up off the ground. She had the same setup as Camila, phone with building map, and a printout in her hand.

“My fault.” The other woman said. “I was running. I’m Amanda.”

“Camila.” Camila said, with a big, apologetic smile. “I was rushing too. I’m trying to find the Chemistry 111 lab.”

“Section 2A?” Amanda asked. When Camila nodded, Amanda smiled wryly. “We’re in the same one. I know it’s got to be on this floor…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But it’s not back the way I came.”

“It’s not down that hall either.” Amanda said, pointing a thumb behind her. “You want to compare notes?”

Camila huddled up next to Amanda, looking over the other girl’s handout. Amanda’s was a general guide to the building, and it didn’t look much more helpful than Camila’s guide to finding the lab room.

“Your paper has this weird hyphen.” Amanda said. “Room 225-2? What’s that?”

“I don’t know, nothing on this floor has a hyphen, they’re all just regular two-hundreds.”

Camila searched the walls. There was a stairway nearby with a sign on it that read, “Old Connor Hall: Floor 2.5”

“Wait, do you see that sign? Do you think that…”

“It’s on that half-floor? Why is there a half floor?”

“I don’t know, but we have two minutes to get there!” Camila said.

Amanda raced up the stairs and Camila followed. The first door they saw in the next hall had the -2 suffix on it’s number. Cursing whoever decided to go with that, instead of ½ or just “Old Connor Hall”, Camila followed the numbers. She and Amanda slid into the lab classroom just as the clock ticked ten.

They got a few stares from the students that were already seated, but there were still plenty of people finding seats. Front and center, glaring at them both was Ginger, of course. Camila winced and pointed toward the rear of the room.

“There’s an empty table there. That is, if you don’t mind sitting together.”

“Sounds great.” Amanda said.

It was a relief to hop on a stool behind her lab table and settle as the pre-class chatter was dying down. If the Teacher’s Assistant who was running the lab was upset by her late entrance, he hadn’t said anything, or done more than glance at Camila and Amanda. If she could just avoid Ginger, the lab should be smooth sailing. Camila hitched her jeans to a more comfortable spot on her hips and focused her attention up front. Her very first college class was about to start!

By the end of the lab period, Camila’s excitement had worn off. Whatever elevation whelmed was at, she was way underneath it. It was a lot like high school chem lab. They got a syllabus, they had to familiarize themselves with the equipment, and that was it. Since they hadn’t had the lecture yet, there wasn’t any actual chemistry to do. The biggest difference from high school was that the TA didn’t bother to try to get them excited about the lab. That, and the lab letting out halfway through it’s two-hour period since there was no experiment that day.

Camila did learn one thing. Amanda was just as intent on doing well in the class as Camila was, and she took excellent, meticulous notes. As they were packing their notebooks away, Camila put her friendliest expression on.

“You want to be lab partners? The TA said that whoever we sit with next time is going to be our partner.”

“Yeah, that’d be great, you look like you actually pay attention.” Amanda said. “We should introduce ourselves for real. I’m Amanda Phung.”

Camila took Amanda’s offered hand and shook it. She liked Amanda already! “Camila Guerrero. Should we trade numbers?”

“Yeah, and emails.” Amanda said, pulling out her phone. “Tell me your number, and I’ll text you my email.”

By the time they had their contacts sorted out, they were alone in the lab. Even the TA had cleared out. Camila hefted her backpack on her shoulder, ready to head out. A weird expression on Amanda’s face stalled her.

“What is it?”

“I know we just met, but can I ask you something kind of personal? I’m really curious.”

Camila blinked. She couldn’t think of anything she’d done to make Amanda curious. Now she was the curious one. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“Are you wearing a diaper?” Amanda asked.

Camila felt herself lock up. She was sure she was blushing enough to have total tomato-face, but she couldn’t feel her cheeks. Her hand went to the waistband of her jeans and found nothing – until she reached around the back. There was a good two inches of plastic sticking up out of the back of her jeans, and even some padding.

With a distressed squawk, Camila yanked her jeans up as high-waisted as they would go. Her plan from there was to disappear into a sudden hole in the earth. Sadly, there was no such hole. Amanda was still waiting for an answer with a distressingly neutral look on her face.

“I um…” Camila considered her options.

She could lie – about what Amanda had just seen with her own eyes. Not a great choice. Simply running away and never talking to Amanda didn’t sound bad from her current emotional perspective, but Camila didn’t have it in her to bail like that. The only real choice was to go with the minimum amount of information.

“Yes, I am.” Camila said, hoping desperately that the conversation would end there.

“I thought so.” Amanda said, blushing a little herself. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to fluster you. It’s just, I saw it peeking out and figured you’d want to know. Then I realized I was going to say, ‘hey your diaper is showing’ and it felt weird before uh – we’d talked about it at all.”

“Thanks for saying something.” Camila said, swallowing nervously. Amanda was being nice about it. It was a nice save, keeping her from wandering the halls with a diaper showing.

“Stop me if I’m out of line but, do you wear those all the time? It’s probably not my business, I’m just curious.”

Camila was chagrined to realize that she didn’t know the answer to that question. “Uh, not necessarily always, but yes, sometimes for sure.”

Amanda bit her lip. She wanted to ask why. It couldn’t be more obvious if it was written on the girl’s forehead in sharpie. To her credit, and Camila’s relief, she managed to resist the impulse.

“Well, um, if you ever want to tell me about it, that’s cool. Or if you don’t, either way.” Amanda said. “We’re still lab partners, right?”

“Yes!” Camila said, a bit too forcefully. She took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks for – being kind.”

“Of course!” Amanda said. “Hey, since we have a free hour, want to check out one of the campus coffee shops? I think there’s one in the building next door.”

What Camila really wanted to do was go back to her sorority and change into some panties. She didn’t see a way to say that without explaining that the diapers were optional, though, and that would just raise more questions.

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Camila stepped out of the lab and right into Ginger’s glare. Her self-appointed rival was leaning against the wall across from the lab door, waiting for her.

“Um, hi Ginger.” Camila said. “Did you need something?”

Ginger’s glare flickered to Amanda, then settled on Camila. “Just checking to see if you stayed after to talk to the TA, but he’s already gone. I guess you had to settle for leaving him a love note.”

“What?!” Camila shook her head. “This is getting really paranoid.”

“I take it you two know each other?” Amanda said. “Hi, I’m Amanda.”

Ginger rolled her eyes. “Ginger.”

“Hey I get that you’re trying to do a mean-girl thing here.” Amanda said to Ginger. “But you had to wait for us for like five minutes here in the hall. That is SUPER sweaty.”

Ginger’s eyes flashed anger, though there was a lot of uncertainty in her expression too. “Fuck you!” Was all she managed to say before stalking down the hall.

Camila giggled. “I can’t believe you called her out like that. That was awesome.”

“Seriously though, that was weird behavior.” Amanda said with a chuckle. “Anyway, let’s go get coffee. You can tell me about your stalker – or whatever.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” She had a tiny wince at the ‘or whatever’. Amanda wasn’t worried about being subtle, apparently. Hopefully she was good at keeping a secret. She didn’t seem like the type that would out someone, but Camila didn’t know yet if she was the type that would do it by accident.

Still, the speed with which she’d leaped to Camila’s defense had been pretty cool. Camila found herself bumping shoulders with Amanda as they made their way to the coffee shop. By the time they were settled at a table with their drinks, they’d already had a good laugh about the ridiculous layout of the chemistry building.

“Did you see the Minotaur signs?” Camila asked, blowing on her mocha.

“Yeah, they know about it, but they aren’t doing anything to fix it. It’s a mess.” Amanda said, chuckling. “So, what was up with that aggressive girl anyway?”

“Ginger?” Camila asked, with a sigh. “I really don’t know. We were in school together and even friends for a while. Then we got into a rivalry, and she got distant. Now we’re at the same university, even in the same sorority, and it’s like she hates me.”

“She’s probably in love with you.” Amanda said, with a perfectly straight face.

Camila coughed, feeling hot mocha burn through her nose. She grabbed a napkin to wipe her face, coughing a couple more times before she got all the coffee back where it belonged.

“That’s – that’s really not it.” Camila said.

“It was just a theory.” Amanda said, chuckling. “That was a big reaction though. Maybe you’re in love with her?”

“Nobody is in love with anybody.” Camila said, mock-glaring at Amanda. “Trust me, nothing like that ever came up. I don’t even know if she’s gay.”

“She didn’t date in high school?” Amanda asked.

“No, but even if she did, she could be bi.” Camila said. “Which uh – I am.”

Amanda blinked a couple of times. Camila couldn’t tell if the reaction was to her coming out, or that she’d done it in the most awkward possible way.

“College-bi, or for real bi?” Amanda asked. “Not trying to be a jerk, but I’ve already been to one meeting at the LGBTQA+ club and there were – some tourists.”

“For real bi.” Camila said, a little more snappishly than she’d meant to. “I got yelled at by lesbians for not being a real gay in high school already, can we not do that here?”

“Sorry!” Amanda winced. “Really sorry. I didn’t mean to – do the exact thing I did. No shade on bi people, I promise.”

“It’s okay, I get it.” Camila said. “What was the club like? I haven’t had a chance to check it out yet.”

“It was pretty…”

“Amanda? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” The voice that cut Amanda off was all too familiar. Doria stepped up to Amanda, coffee cup in hand, and disapproving look on her face.

“It’s a lab and we haven’t had the lecture yet.” Amanda said calmly. “The TA called it an hour early. This is my new lab partner actually. Camila, this is Doria. Doria, this is Camila.”

“We’ve met.” Camila and Doria said in unison, in the same exasperated tone.

“I see that not all your social choices are bad ones, Camila.” Doria said, putting a hand on Amanda’s shoulder. “You and Amanda have a lot in common. Perfect grades, valedictorian, it’s too bad you aren’t sisters.”

Camila blinked at Amanda. “You’re an Alpha-Kai?”

Amanda nodded, looking a little confused. “Yeah, they have a great reputation. What’s the problem? You’re in a sorority too.”

“She didn’t tell you yet?” Doria said. “She’s a Delta-G.”

“And proud of it!” Camila snapped back.

“Even after I extended a personal invitation.” Doria said, shaking her head. “There’s just no helping some people.”

“Well, this is a great fight we’re having in public and all.” Amanda said. “But is there something you needed to tell me, Doria?”

“No, just checking in on my little sister on your first day, to make sure you’re getting to classes. Connor hall is a nightmare the first time you have a class there.”

“Cool. I’ll see you after my last class.” Amanda said.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Doria said. “Goodbye Camila.”

“Goodbye.” Camila said, sighing.

“So how did you get on Doria’s bad side?” Amanda asked, once the older woman had gone.

“She recruited me for Alpha-Kai, and I turned her down. I was already committed to Delta-G.” Camila said.

“Huh, what made you pick them? There’s hardly any information about them in Rush stuff.”

“Uh.” Camila shifted nervously, her heart thumping when the padding around her rear crinkled. “I did some research on them before I came here. So, I kind of already had a connection.”

Amanda raised a brow. She obviously hadn’t missed that Camila had dodged the question. This was bad. Not only was Amanda partly in on her secret, but her new lab partner seemed like she had the same kind of relationship with Doria, that Camila had with Heather M.

“You’re proud of your sorority but you don’t want to say why.” Amanda said. “That’s kind of weird. Look, if you’re worried about me reporting back to Doria or something, it’s not like that. She signed up to be my big sister but she’s not my mom or my boss.”

“Sorry. It’s just that every time I talk to her, she rags on my sorority.” Camila said. “It didn’t make a great impression.”

“She can be pretty harsh sometimes.” Amanda said. “I don’t share all her opinions and she doesn’t get to dictate who I’m friends with.”

“Not just lab partners, but friends now huh?” Camila asked.

“Why not? Like Doria said, we have a lot in common. Nice work on the four-oh, by the way.” Amanda said with a smile.

“Thanks.” Camila beamed. “You too. Well, if we’re going to be friends, I guess we should get to know each other. Where’d you grow up?”

The rest of the conversation was pleasant chatting, leaving Doria and sorority rivalries behind. Even so, Camila couldn’t shake a slight feeling of danger. There was a calculating look that kept showing in Amanda’s eyes. It reminded her way too much of Doria.

Not only was Camila’s secret, and that of the whole Delta-G sorority on the line, but Amanda clearly had a lot in common with Doria. If Amanda and Doria had a lot in common, and Camila and Amanda had a lot in common – then that logic train was leading to a bad place. The last person she wanted to be like was Doria.

Finally, Camila checked her phone and sighed. “It’s getting close to my next class. I should head out.”

“Me too.” Amanda said. “I had a good time talking though. You want to go to the LGBT club thing this weekend?”

“What’s going on?” Camila asked.

“I think they’re doing Karaoke, and there might be a drag queen there.” Amanda said. “Free food for sure.”

“Okay, I’m in.” Camila said. “I had a good time too. Thanks for not judging me on my sorority.”

“Hey, my family is Vietnamese.” Amanda said. “I know what it’s like to be judged before somebody knows you.”

“Did they do the thing where they can’t be bothered to figure out what country your family is actually from?” Camila asked. “I got so tired of telling people that my grandpa came from Peru, not Mexico.”

“Everyone calls me Chinese.” Amanda said with a laugh. “Too bad there wasn’t a women of color sorority we could have both joined.”

“Some schools have black sororities.” Camila said. “Not this school though.”

“Yeah, we’re in New Hampshire.” Amanda smirked. “I’m going to hit the restroom before I head out, do you want to go first or – oh never mind.”

Camila blushed. There it was again. Was that actually a slip, or had Amanda been fishing for more information?

“I mean, I actually do use – ugh, but I’m fine right now. Go ahead.”

“Sorry, just trying to figure you out.” Amanda said. “See you in chem lecture tomorrow.”

“See you, Amanda.” Camila said.

Camila stared at the bathroom door for a few moments after her new friend went through it. Supposed friend, she amended. It had been super fun to sit and talk with Amanda, and she seemed like she’d be a great lab partner and study buddy. If only there wasn’t the whole Alpha-Kai and Doria thing.

Taking a moment to double-check that she didn’t have any diaper showing, Camila left the coffee shop. Two more classes, then she could go home and change. She was definitely not going to use the diaper today. Playing with Betty was a ton of fun, but not worth getting caught out on campus.

Pullups would be okay though. Camila thought, feeling a little heat between her legs. That would be discreet enough. Maybe it was time to talk to one of the Heathers about how the rest of the sisters handled things at school. Once again, she’d jumped into the deep end without any preparation.

Oh well, Camila thought. Fortune favors the brave. The brave diaper girl, in this case! Giggling to herself, she skipped across the lawn of the Quad.

“Mommy, I don’t want to wear a diaper to the party.” Camila said, stamping her foot.

She wasn’t giving much of an impression of being adult, she knew. It was hard not to be little around Betty though, especially after their afternoon diaper check. At least they were in Betty’s single-room, so they didn’t have an audience.

“If you really don’t want to, I won’t make you.” Betty said. She looked disappointed. “I think you should at least wear a pullup though.”

“I talked to the other girls, and almost nobody is wearing diapers or pullups to this party.” Camila said. “I don’t want to always be the extra babyish one.”

“Oh, that’s not why I was going to have you wear them.” Betty said. “I was going to have you wear them because you had a couple of accidents at the last party. I didn’t want you to have one the first time you meet the Delta-Bs.”

“That’s because – it’s not um – that’s not fair!” Camila said, biting her lip in confusion.

“I think you get really worked up at our parties. That’s fine, it’s cute! But I think you’re at prime risk for having an accident too.” Betty said.

Camila flailed her arms, too agitated to stand still, and too confused to settle on what to do with them. Betty caught her hand and pulled Camila down to sit on the bed beside her.

“You’re not just doing it to dress me up however you want?” Camila asked sullenly.

Betty grinned. If she noticed Camila’s tone, she wasn’t letting on. “Oh baby-girl, if I was going to dress you up just the way I want, it wouldn’t be a pullup.”

Camila squirmed. Betty’s response was to hold her more firmly. It was the third time her mommy had responded that way. It only made Camila want to squirm more. She gave into the impulse this time, stopping when Betty had both arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against the older girl’s side.

“What – what would you dress me in if you could dress me any way you wanted?” Camila asked.

“Two diapers.” Betty said, in a low sexy tone. “Big fluffy ones. A satin dress with a huge poofy skirt. White tights and Velcro shoes. I’d accessorize it with your pacifier and favorite stuffie.”

“Oh god.” Camila squirmed. She could imagine the outfit in crystal clear detail. Just the mental image gave her a dangerously, deliciously good feeling.

Betty pulled Camila across her lap, turning her to face upward. Camila didn’t give any resistance. She watched her mommy with wide eyes and her heart pounding in her chest.

“I wouldn’t do that to you at this party. Maybe this weekend though.” Betty said, with a sly grin. “To see how deep into little-space you can go.”

Camila gasped. Betty had one hand on her still-dry, diapered butt. The other hand was on Camila’s back. Both were holding her tightly against her mommy. Overcome by the hot feelings in her chest and between her legs, Camila nuzzled Betty’s chest.

It was Betty’s turn to gasp. Hesitantly, she shifted her torso, bringing Camila’s mouth onto her bare cleavage. Camilla kissed the soft, warm skin. With her heart pounding like it was going to come out of her chest, she gave Betty’s breast a little lick.

Betty moaned, shifting again. She released Camila’s butt long enough to expose most of her right breast, then returned that hand to it’s spot, squeezing Camila’s diaper. Camila didn’t hesitate. The horny fog was too much for any thoughts about consequences or boundaries. Her lips pursed around Betty’s nipple, gently sucking.

“Oh, what a good baby.” Betty said, through a soft, panting breath. “That’s my good baby girl.”

Camila went from Betty’s breasts to kissing her. It was slow, sweet, and hot. Really hot. The tiny bedroom was really stuffy when they broke apart, pink-cheeked.

“Was that okay?” Betty asked, huskily.

“Oh yeah. Wow.” Camila managed.

“We should um – get you ready for the party. Pullups, I think you said. Not um – big diapers.”

“No, those are this weekend – m-maybe.” Camila said.

“I hope so.” Betty said, getting up to open the window. “But if not, that’s completely fine. Okay?”

“Okay. Thank you.” Camila said softly.

“I’m going to check in with you a lot. You let people kind of get carried away with you, I’m seeing.”

Camila nodded. It’s not like it was always a bad thing. She wouldn’t have her special relationship with Heather M, or Betty as her mommy otherwise. Still, it was really nice to have someone who recognized that and could put on the breaks.

“What’s going to happen at the party? Is it all like drinking, or what?” Camila asked.

“No, there isn’t much drinking. It’s not like a regular Greek party.” Betty said, laying out a pullup for Camila. “It’s the first of many mixers with the Delta-Bs. We hope both sides will make friends and enjoy hanging out. If you end up with a boyfriend, or a Daddy, or as a Delta-B yourself, that’s great too.”

“I could switch over to the fraternity?” Camila asked curiously.

“If you transitioned.” Betty said. “The Greek system isn’t really flexible enough for more than two genders. If at some point you felt like you were more male than female, you could be a Delta-B instead. We have a sister in the house now who started out as a Delta-B, and they have a brother who used to be a Delta-G. Well, that I know of. There might be more.”

“Oh!” Camila nodded. She ditched her diaper and yanked the pullup over her hips. “I don’t think I’m trans.”

“Lots of people aren’t.” Betty said, nodding. “Just so you’re aware that this isn’t just a safe space for that, but a friendly one too.”

“That’s really cool.” Camila said, grinning. “Okay, so it’s a dry party. Do we play games or dance or something?”

“I didn’t say it was dry.” Betty chuckled. “Some people will be drinking, just not baby-girls like you.”

“What?!” Camila protested.

“As your mommy, I’m in charge of you at the party.” Betty said. “I set the rules and monitor your behavior. You don’t need to be tipsy or drunk, on top of potentially falling into little-space.”

“I don’t want to hang around a bunch of drunk people sober.” Camila pouted. “I did that at the first two rush events. It sucked.”

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty to do. Regular party stuff, like dancing, but you’ll also get to play with other littles.”

“That’s kind of scary. What are the Delta-Bs like?”

“Just like us.” Betty said with a grin. “I promise you there’s a little-boy asking his daddy the same nervous questions right now.”

“Okay.” Camila giggled. “Is what I’m wearing okay?”

She’d pulled leggings on over the pullup, figuring they were discreet enough for the walk over, and nobody would care at the party. A camisole and an open-front cardigan made her look dressy but not fancy.

“That’s about perfect!” Betty said, nodding. “We’ll let you know if it’s ever a super fancy event, or if babies are supposed to dress little.”

“Then let’s go already!” Camila said, giggling.

Betty laughed. They had an hour still, which Betty insisted that Camila use to do some homework. It was a Thursday night, after all. Camila didn’t remember a lot of the essay she had to read for English 101, but at least she’d read it once.

The Delta-B house wasn’t old like Camila’s sorority. It was a converted Mc-Mansion, with faux columns and everything. What it lacked in antique charm, it made up for in a huge entryway and living area that let people mingle without feeling claustrophobic.

The only little-thing that Camila was wearing was her pacifier, clipped to her cardigan by Betty after they’d arrived. She noticed a fair number of her sisters wearing one and as many of the Delta-Bs as well. There were two kinds of drink cups, blue and red. Camila had apple juice in a blue cup. Everyone with a pacifier clipped on had a blue cup, as far as she could see.

Betty had been pulled away almost immediately by a severe-looking Delta-B with slick black hair and a fancy vest on. He had her cornered and was talking to her intensely. When one of the Heathers joined the conversation, Camila relaxed. Especially since it was Heather Rapp, the blunt one.

“Hi, I’m Caspian.” A fraternity boy Camila’s age was smiling shyly at her. He looked tense, like he’d had to work up his courage just to say hello.

“I’m Camila!” She said, putting on her friendliest smile and extending a hand. “Camila Guerrero.”

“Claudio.” Caspian responded, offering a soft handshake. “Caspian Claudio.”

Camila giggled. “How very Bond of you.”

Caspian blushed. “I’m sorry, I – I’m not good with new people.”

“Perfect! I’m TOO good with new people.” Camila said, throwing an arm over Caspian’s shoulder. “You can point me at people, and I’ll introduce us. Like a friendship cannon!”

Caspian laughed. He still looked nervous, but he wasn’t pulling away from the arm. “Well, you should probably meet one of the Seniors at least. Uh – here’s over here.”

Lead tentatively toward the kitchen by Caspian, Camila spotted Ginger talking to a guy who’s clipped-on pacifier was incongruous on his My Chemical Romance shirt. For once, Ginger’s Camila-sense didn’t make her look over. She looked like she was even having a good time. Camila smiled and turned away to see who it was that Caspian wanted to show her.

“Hi Caspian. You find a friend already? Or did she find you?” A hugely broad-chested man in short sleeves and thick jeans asked. He even had a short beard and bushy eyebrows.

“I found him!” Camila declared proudly. “I’m Camila Guerrero.”

“Bernardo Mendoza.” He replied, chuckling. “You’re so formal. Welcome to the Delta Lambda Beta house. If you need anything, just ask.”

“Sorry, is it too much?” Camila asked.

“It’s fine, just be yourself. That’s what this place is for.” Bernardo said. “When you’re done meeting people, there’s a play-area set up in the back room. You don’t have to go back there, but it’s all set up for littles right now.”

Camila blushed and hesitated. It sounded so fun! Another ABDL thing she hadn’t gotten to do yet. But she wasn’t supposed to be all-baby all the time. She was supposed to meet people, and mingle, and have a regular college party, at least partially.

Her hesitation gave Caspian a chance to speak up. He smiled shyly at Camila. “Do you want to go see it? It’s really cool!”

The cute-puppy look on his face broke Camila’s resolve. She nodded, with a grin. “Yeah, let’s go see it at least.”

Caspian stayed tucked under Camila’s arm but took the lead this time. They went through the kitchen, which smelled deliciously of pizza, and through a hallway, which smelled badly of boy. They entered a room that would have been a ‘formal’ room in a regular fraternity. It had all the old-money trappings, like oil-paintings on the walls and an old wooden bust in the center of the room.

Everything else had been made little-friendly. The hardwood floor had been covered by mats and blankets. There were foam bumpers on the corners of the coffee table. Two long bookshelves held stuffies and kids’ toys, respectively. There were posters for cartoon characters and Disney movies down at waist height on an adult, but perfect height for a little on the floor.

“Wow.” Camila said, licking her lips.

“Wanna try it out?” Caspian asked, squirming a little.

“I’m pretty sure you want to.” Camila teased.

“I h-helped s-s-set it up.” Caspian said bashfully. “I th-think it’s p-p-p-pretty c-cool.”

“I think it’s really cool.” Camila said, giving Caspian an impromptu hug.

She wasn’t sure why she was so handsy with him. Maybe because of how unbearably cute he was. He had a faded crop haircut, which would have been trendy if it wasn’t for the mass of bunny-blonde curls on top. Long eyelashes and a pouty lower lip gave his face a soft look.

Oh no. Oh dear. Camila quickly disengaged from the hug, though it was too late to stop a blush. Okay, so Caspian was more than cute. She could behave herself. It wouldn’t be cool to be drooling all over him at a party after meeting him for two seconds. That’d make her as bad as a drunken frat boy – or sorority girl in this case. Camila mentally facepalmed. There was no call to be an ugly stereotype.

“So – uh – what do you want to do first?” Camila asked.

Caspian seemed confused. That was probably because of all the weird signals she was giving off. While the signals were her fault, the slightly-sad amber eyes were all Caspian’s fault. Stupid sexy-cute boy.

“W-well w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w.” Caspian broke off and bit his lip in frustration.

Camila took a deep breath and smiled gently at Caspian. She felt like it would be overkill to tell him to take his time, but she touched him gently on the arm.

“We c-could p-play with the stuffies, if y-you w-w-w-w-want.” Caspian said, still jittery.

“I do want.” Camila said. “Are they like, house stuffies? Do they have names?”

“I’m sh-sure they have names.” Caspian said. “I d-don’t know all of them though.”

“We can give them temporary names.” Camila popped her shoes off and walked experimentally onto the mats. It was so soft! She giggled and bounced on the padding.

“You’re s-supposed to c-crawl on it.” Caspian said, smiling again.

He ditched his own shoes and dropped to his knees on the mats, crawling over to the stuffies. Not that Camila was checking him out, or anything, but he seemed to have quite a bit of bulk to his rear for such a slim guy. Camila crawled after him, delighted to receive a dog stuffie. It was the size of a big pillow and so comforting to hug.

“Caspian, can I ask you something?” Camila asked.

“G-go ahead.” Caspian said.

“Are you wearing – a diaper?” Camila whispered the last bit.

Caspian blushed. “I-i-i-i-is i-i-it ob-obvious?”

“A little.” Camila pulled down the waist of her leggings an inch or so to reveal the pastel yellow of her pullup. “I am too. Well, a pullup anyway.”

“Th-th-th-that’s c-cool.” Caspian said, wrapping himself around a large penguin stuffie. “N-n-n-not m-many of the g-guys are w-wearing. B-but d-d-d-d-daddy said I sh-should.”

“You have a daddy!?” Camila asked excitedly. “I have a mommy. I’m like the only freshman so far that does.”

“I-I-I-I g-g-guess that m-means we h-have something in c-common.” Caspian said with a hopeful smile.

“Yeah! I’m glad I met you!” Camila said brightly.

“R-really?”

“Really.”

“Thanks.” Caspian grinned. “These stuffies I do know the names. Your dog is Baxter, and this penguin is Pablo.”

“Baxter!” Camila gave the dog another huge hug. “They’re friends, of course. Like us!”

“W-we’re friends?” Caspian asked.

“On my end we are.” Camila declared.

“Mine too.” The smile that lit his face up was the sweetest thing.

Friends, Camila reminded herself. She’d said friends. She would NOT jump this poor boy.

They had enough time to play a round of tag with their stuffies and eat some of the Cheetos that had been set out on the coffee table before more littles showed up. The Wong twins waved gleefully at Camila. Between them was a boy with upswept hair so bleached it was almost pure white. He had really expensive-looking headphones around his neck.

“So, we can just play here for a while?” Chun asked the boy.

“Yeah, it’s cool.” He said, nodding.

“You’ll come play too, right Orlie?” Sui Yin asked.

“Hi girls!” Camila said. “This is Caspian, Pablo, and Baxter. Caspian, this is Chun, and this is Sui Yin.”

“You found the baby area right away huh?” Chun asked.

“Yeah, Caspian showed me!” Camila wondered if there was a tiny edge to Chun’s voice in that question, or if Ginger had made her paranoid.

Sun Yi grinned. “Oh, and this is Orlincio, but he usually goes by Orlie.”

“I guess we both found the assertive girls, huh Caspian?” Orlie asked. Caspian giggled and nodded.

“Guilty!” Camila said. “Now that there are more of us here, what should we play?”

“We want to see the stuffies.” Chun said.

“Stuffie tea party!” Sui Yin declared.

The tea party was an excellent idea. They could just relax and chat. It was kind of a party within a party. Baxter was an Oolong tea fan, at least after Chun introduced him to it. Camila drank apple juice until she was bouncy and ate Cheetos until her fingers were bright orange. Everybody looked like they were having just as good a time. Caspian was talking without the slightest stutter.

Not that Camila was paying close attention to him, of course.

In an effort to not end up somewhere on the simp to creep spectrum, Camila turned her attention to Orlie.

“So, why’d you join the Delta-Bs?” Camila asked.

“Seemed like chill people.” Orlie said. He had a bit of a slow drawl to his speech. “Then they told me about the whole AB thing, and I had to think about it.”

“Yeah? What convinced you?” Sui Yin asked.

“I dunno man.” Orlie shrugged. “I was just like, let’s try this.”

“I l-liked the g-games they had at rush.” Caspian said. “One of th-the events w-w-w-w-w”

“Oh yeah, you had musical chairs, right?” Chun interrupted.

Camila shot Chun a glare. All she got back was a shrug.

“Yeah, that was cool because they had a real DJ for it.” Orlie said.

Caspian had shrunk back from the group a bit, his arms wrapped tightly around Pablo. Camila scooted over and pressed her hip against his. He flashed her a tiny smile.

“You should be DJing this party.” Sui Yin said to Orlie. “You’ve done it at real clubs already.”

“That’s true, but then I wouldn’t be able to hang out and meet people.” Orlie said.

“I’m glad you did.” Camila said. “You can show off your skills at another party. Then I can go behind the booth and take selfies, because I know the DJ.”

“Dude that’s super rude.” Orlie said, chuckling.

“Who all is wearing protection?” Chun asked. “Five bucks says that Camila is.”

“No bet.” Sui Yin said, just before Camila raised her hand.

Caspian raised his hand sheepishly. When no one else did, not even Orlie, he blushed and buried his face in Pablo’s fur.

“I wasn’t sure if I should.” Orlie said. “All the people I asked said they weren’t going to for the first party.”

“That’s what Heather told us too.” Sui Yin said.

“Which one?” Asked a deeper voice from the doorway. Camila looked up to see Bernardo carrying a piñata. It was pretty authentic, brightly colored, and shaped like a llama.

“Which Heather?” Bernardo asked again. “Bossy, Hippie, or Snarky?”

Camila giggled, as did the Wong twins. The boys were definitely not in on the joke. Well, they would be after this party, Camila knew. Especially with all three Heathers following Bernardo into the room. Their expressions were exasperated, kindly tolerant, and annoyed, perfectly matching the descriptions Bernardo had given. It gave the girls a fresh round of giggles.

By the time Bernardo had the piñata hung up, there was quite a little crowd in the play room. Mostly littles, but other than the Heathers and Bernardo there were a few big brothers and sisters. The stern looking guy that had cornered Betty carried the bust away from the piñata zone, setting it on its stand at the edge of the mats.

“Alright! First crack at this goes to the littles that were already playing as littles.” Bernardo said, holding up a red baseball bat. It had the Delta-G letters engraved on it. “Who wants to go first?”

All three of the girls raised their hands excitedly. Sui Yin was the one picked. She stood, grinning at the group while making some test swings.

“Careful there.” Said the stern guy, approaching Sui Yin with a blindfold. “There’s some nice stuff in this room. I still don’t know why we’re doing the piñata here.”

“It’s going to be fine Tate.” Bernardo said. “Don’t be so uptight.”

Tate rolled his eyes at Bernardo and tied the blindfold on Sui Yin. It looked a little tight, from the way she winced. He helped her turn around once, pointing her more or less in the direction of the piñata, and stepped back.

“Alright Sui Yin.” Bernardo said, “Give it your best shot!”

Sui Yin’s best shot was, sadly, a huge whiff. She swung the bat with all her might and hit nothing but air. The overbalance sent her staggering over to bump against a wall, next to one of the big paintings.

“Careful!” Tate said. “Bernardo, let’s just move the paintings.”

“They’re huge, it would take forever. It’s fine.” Bernardo said. “Still, if you littles can swing a little less enthusiastically, that’d be good.”

Chun took her turn, getting a good smack in on the piñata, but not doing much more than denting it a bit. Piddly little swings weren’t going to cut it!

“My turn?” Camila asked, excitedly.

“No, you go last before the other littles.” Heather M said. Camila looked at her in confusion. Most of the rest of the room shared that confusion, even the other Heathers.

“You’re going to be our anchor.” Heather said, with a wink at Camila. “I say we make this more interesting. If these five littles can break the piñata, then they get ALL the candy as a reward for jumping in on playing.”

“What do the other littles get?” Bernardo asked.

“Motivation to play at parties and they get to see some very silly, sugared-up littles.” Heather said. “They have to eat the candy here, no taking it home.”

Bernardo chuckled. “I’m game.”

“Me too.” Tate said. “But I’ll see your make it interesting and raise you. Your ‘anchor’ has to spin at least three times. Real spins, not the slow thing they’ve been doing so far.”

“You’re on!” Heather said. “Camila can do it, if your boys don’t finish the piñata first.”

Camila swallowed nervously. She really hoped she could do it. She was good with piñatas, so it should be possible, but she really didn’t want to disappoint Heather. Especially not in front of a crowd. Plus, it would be awesome to get all that candy for Caspian – or rather, their little group.

Orlie went next. Tate pointed him right at the piñata! Camila frowned. So that’s how it was. There was always an uncle who would point his kids right at the piñata. She could play around that game too!

Orlie’s swing was smooth and on-target, but just as languid as his way of talking. The piñata took a good smack, but again, just a dent.

“You got this, Caspian!” Camila said.

Caspian did not look like he had this. Truthfully, Camila didn’t think he could do it, but she wanted to encourage him anyway. Even just meeting him for part of an evening, she was sure he wasn’t wild about being up in front of everyone, expected to perform.

Once again, Tate pointed Caspian right at the piñata after a slow spin. That help was the only reason he hit it at all. A glancing blow from the bat hit the piñata in a leg and sent it spinning. No damage.

Camila got up and rolled her shoulders. The Heathers were cheering for her. Betty was cheering for her. Caspian was looking at her expectantly. She gripped the bat tightly and grinned, hefting it up for the crowd.

Tate put the blindfold on her cruelly-tight. He swung her around, hard. Her feet slipped on the plastic mat as she spun. One, two, three – he wasn’t done spinning her! Five spins and Camila was dizzy. She was sure he hadn’t pointed her at the piñata either.

That was okay. She could hear people still cheering for her. She had to get this piñata in a single, mighty blow! It was just like breaking them as a kid, except for the slippery floor underneath. She turned confidently to where the piñata was and lurched forward.

Some of the cheers turned to gasps, and shouts of distress. Take that, Tate! Camila thought. I figured out your game! She put her whole back into a mighty blow, and the bat connected.

Whatever it connected with was NOT a piñata. It was heavy and hard. A dull thudding sound rang through the air. The shock ran up Camila’s arms and made her drop the bat with a cry of pain. There was another loud thump and a cracking sound.

Camila tore her blindfold off and stared in horror. She’d turned completely around, away from the piñata. Lying in front of her was the pedestal for the Delta-B house’s wooden bust. The bust itself had come off its pedestal and lay on the floor with half the head broken off.

“I’m sorry!” Camila shouted, into the sudden silence.

“What did we say about taking it easy?” Tate asked angrily.

“It’s kind of my fault.” Bernardo said. “You were right Tate, we should have moved the stuff.”

“No, it’s definitely Camila’s fault.” Heather M said. “That was a little crazy hon, you ran and swung really hard. After you were told to be careful.”

“We kind of pushed her into it though.” Heather Rapp said. “I don’t think she should have to pay for fixing the bust or anything.”

“Well, somebody has to pay for it.” Tate said.

“I will.” Heather M said. “Heather’s right, I did push her.”

“I’ll chip in.” Bernardo said. “I should have moved the stuff.”

“Then Bam-Bam here gets off scot-free?” Tate asked.

Camila hung her head. With every contribution to the argument, she felt a heavier and heavier weight in her chest. “It’s my fault. I’m really sorry. I don’t mind paying for it.”

“We like, just established that you’re not going to pay.” Heather R said.

“Maybe a mild consequence though.” Heather Lambert said, wrapping her flower-encrusted braid around one hand. “Something little-appropriate?”

Camila bit her lip. She hoped it wasn’t a time-out. It’d serve her right though. All the excited energy of the piñata game was gone. If they even broke it now, the whole thing would be tainted. It didn’t help that Ginger was looking over at her with a smug smile. You got me, Ginger, Camila thought. You caught me showing off. She felt her gut rumble from sheer guilt.

The whole thing felt horrible. She’d had a chance to do a cool thing for her new little friends. Instead, she’d ruined it for everybody. Camila stared at her toes, awaiting her fate.

“I think maybe that would be best for everybody.” Heather M said. “It’d clear the air and make people feel better. Especially our hangdog little over there.”

Bernardo sighed. “Well, I’m not going to spank her. I feel guilty too. And don’t even ask, Tate, you want to do it too much.”

“I wasn’t going to.” Tate said. “She has a mommy, Betty should do it.”

A spanking!? Camila looked up, nervously. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was off somewhere private, she supposed. Still pretty embarrassing. She squirmed, unable to say anything one way or another. Heather was right, she needed something to keep from feeling guilty for the rest of the party.

“Oh uh, I haven’t spanked her before.” Betty said.

“But you know how to, surely.” Tate said.

“I think Betty is more worried about boundaries.” Heather Lambert said.

“We really should be talking more TO Camila, and less about her.” Bernardo said.

“Fine, then let’s do that.” Heather M said. “Camila, how do you feel about all this? Are you okay with getting a spanking from Betty to clear this up?”

Camila nodded, blushing. She was feeling very little indeed. There were bad flashbacks to the time her cousin had broken a window missing a piñata. She’d nearly died of sympathetic embarrassment at the time. It was even worse to be the one in trouble.

“Yes Heather.” Camila said.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Betty said, walking over to Camila. “Are you sure?”

Camila nodded again, flashing a strained smile at Betty. “Yes mommy.”

Some of the tension was already going out of the room. The change helped with the knot in Camila’s gut.

The better feeling lasted all of five seconds. Camila felt her insides twist again when Betty took a seat on the coffee table and patted her lap.

“Come on, little one.” She said, kindly, but firmly.

It was going to be in front of everybody. It made sense, Camila thought. Her mistake had been in front of everyone. There didn’t seem to be any way to back out now. Hesitantly, Camila crouched down and laid herself across Betty’s thighs.

When Betty yanked down Camila’s leggings and pullup together, the little girl gasped. She was frozen in place. This spanking just kept getting worse, and it wasn’t even started yet. Now she was bare bottom in front of everyone, even Caspian and Ginger.

Camila whimpered a little and bit her lip. She wasn’t going to break down and cry like a baby! She could keep from doing that, at least.

“Here it comes, little girl.” Betty said.

The first swat was hard! Camila yelped despite herself. The next one was hard too. Her mom had never really spanked. A few swats with the chancla, sure, but she’d never been bent over and had her butt wailed on.

Betty was a serious spanker. The next few slaps were even harder than the first. Camila had totally lost the battle against crying out. Every heavy swat was accompanied by a sharp smacking sound, closely followed by a yelp from Camila.

Her face burning, Camila felt tears drip down her nose. She leaned into the yelping cries, hoping she could avoid sobs. Betty was raining slaps on her butt now, the stinging sensation was blurring into dull pain.

“I’M SORRY!” Camila wailed, throwing her dignity to the winds. Anything to stop the spanking.

Miraculously, no more smacks came down. Camila panted, squirming against the deep stinging sensation on her rear. She flinched when Betty stroked her hair, then leaned into the hand.

“I’m sorry mommy.” Camila said, sniffling.

“I know you are.” Betty said softly. “Do you feel better now?”

“I think so.” Camila said.

The guilt was gone, but she had a raging case of the blushies, to go with a raging case of horny. Being publicly spanked was not something she’d ever thought would be a turn on. It was an extremely unfortunate thing to find out about herself.

Luckily, Betty pulled Camila’s pullup and leggings up right away. Her butt hadn’t been pointed at anyone either, they’d only seen it side-on. Technically it was no worse than seeing her in a string-bikini – not that she’d ever worn one of those either. Still, at least it hadn’t been some kind of lewd porno-shot she was giving the crowd.

Caspian was giving her a super sympathetic look. The twins and Orlie were somewhere between embarrassed and fascinated, based on their expressions. Ginger was smug, of course. Camila had no sympathy for Ginger’s grievances in the moment. She was so happy to see her rival get spanked, she had a happy flush on her face. What a bitch.

Betty stood her up and had her face Tate, Bernardo, and Heather. “Can you say sorry to them as well?”

“I’m sorry.” Camila said softly.

They all nodded, even Tate, who seemed to be satisfied.

“And what do you two say, Bernardo, Heather?” Betty asked.

Bernardo looked sheepish. Heather was floored. She stared at Betty in total shock. The other two Heathers laughed.

“Oh shit, looks like she’s a real mommy.” Heather Rapp said.

“You did admit fault, but it’d be good for you to do it formally now, since Camila got punished in front of all of us.” Heather Lambert said.

“I am sorry for putting you in a situation where you could break something just by being really excited.” Bernardo said. “I’ll do better. I want littles to be able to cut loose.”

Heather Miller sighed. “Sorry for pushing you, kiddo. That wasn’t exactly fair.”

“Thanks.” Camila said softly.

She was drawn in on herself, pigeon-toed and hands clasped in front of her waist. Even if she couldn’t make herself look up and be all smiles again, it was nice that they had apologized to her. It made her feel a lot better about Betty. Safer.

“Let’s take a break from the piñata and come back to it.” Bernardo said. “In a safer spot. In the meantime, we have cake!”

“Do I get cake?” Camila asked, after the general cheer for cake had died down.

“Of course, little girl.” Betty said, giving Camila a hug. “Do you need some quiet time to recover a little?”

“Yes please.” Camila said. “Thanks mommy.”

“Do you want your little friend to sit with you? It seems like he likes it quiet too.”

“If – if he wants.” Camila said. If Caspian still wanted to hang out with an attention-grabbing, troublemaker like her.

“Caspian, would you like to have cake and soda in a quiet room with Camila?” Betty asked.

Caspian nodded, squeezing Pablo the penguin. Camila was surprised and grateful to see a big smile on his face.

“Come with me, and I’ll bring you some.” Betty said, taking both their hands.

The crowd was dispersing as people went in search of cake. Betty lead them the other direction, past the shattered bust that Tate was carefully picking up. He even gave Camila a kind expression, or at least a neutral one.

The quiet room was just a window seat in a hallway, but it was well away from the party. Camila could hardly hear people talking, even the music was reduced to a bassy rumble. Betty got them set up with their stuffies and wrapped a blanket around their shoulders.

“You kids wait here, I’ll bring you your treats.”

“Thanks mommy.” Camila said.

“Th-th-thanks. Uh – ” Caspian stalled out, looking up at Betty.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Betty. Camila’s mommy, but you knew that already.” Betty said.

Camila’s smile was cut short when Betty reached under the blanket and pulled out the back of her leggings and pullup. She squeaked and squirmed, pulling Baxter in tightly.

“Just checking.” Betty said with a chuckle.

To everyone’s surprise but her own, Betty did the same to Caspian. His heavier padding crinkled when she checked him, sending the little boy into a blushy hug on his own stuffie.

“Good kids, nice and dry. I’ll get those treats now, and then I’ll let you alone for a bit.”

“Mommy, that was embarrassing.” Camila whined.

“You’d rather sit in a wet pullup?” Betty said, chuckling. “Of course not. Don’t worry you two, you enjoy your little time. If either of you need a change, I’ll take care of it.”

Camila squirmed and went back to desperately hugging her stuffie. She looked over at Caspian. He was blushing just as much as she was, but his eyes were excited too. The thought of Betty changing them both was – wow.

It seemed like Caspian was just as affected by Betty’s insinuation. The two of them were quiet the whole time Betty was gone, just staring at each other. Even when she came back with cake and soda, they couldn’t get out more than a Thank You. Especially because the sodas were in sippy cups.

With Betty gone, both littles set to work on their cake. The sugar smoothed out the bad feelings, even restored some of Camila’s giggles.

“Would you be okay with my mommy changing you?” Camila asked shyly, when there was no more frosting to scrape off of her plate.

“M-maybe.” Caspian said. “She’s nice and uh – r-really m-m-m-mommy-like.”

“She has huge boobs!” Camila said, giggling.

Caspian giggled too. They leaned against each other, their giggles only intensifying. Somehow, leaning became snuggling. Snuggling became lying under the blanket together, cuddled face to face.

Camila was hyper-aware of the tickle of Caspian’s breath on her cheek, the warmth of his body next to hers. Her brain was processing every detail of his curly hair and delicate lashes, leaving no time for thinking. Especially whenever she looked at the delicate pouty curve of his lips.

Without warning, those lips were pressed against hers. Such was Camila’s thirst that she didn’t hesitate in surprise. She kissed right back, tasting the sweet citrus and vanilla from their treats on his lips.

“I-I-I-I-I-I-Im s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s” Caspian stuttered.

This time it was okay to interrupt him, Camila decided. “It’s okay. Caspian, I liked it. I was thinking about kissing you. A lot.”

“R-r-r-really?”

“Caspian, you are super cute. Like, so cute, that when my mommy comes back, she’s going to think I had an accident in my pullups.” Camila giggled softly.

Caspian blushed, pulling away for a moment. It didn’t last though, he was right back with another sweet, soft kiss. No tongue yet, just super innocent kisses.

“Caspian I um – I should tell you that I’ve kissed Betty. I don’t know – exactly – what’s going on with me and relationships and stuff.” Camila said, bracing herself against the destruction of the sweet thing they had going.

“That’s okay.” Caspian said softly. “I don’t know about me either. I have a boyfriend – I don’t know if he’s still my boyfriend. He went to a different college.”

“More snuggles?” Camila asked, plaintively adding, “And maybe a couple more kisses?”

“More snuggles and kisses.” Caspian said.

He was so gentle and confidant when he wasn’t nervously stuttering. Camila was the one to initiate the next kiss, keeping it innocently lips-only. They snuggled for a while, drifting along the edge of little-space. Then they made their stuffies kiss.

It got silly from there, with stuffie play-fights, wrestling and tickling each other, anything that would give them an excuse to touch the other person. When Betty came back to check on them, they didn’t notice. However long she’d been watching them, it was long enough for some wry amusement to invade her fond expression.

“I’m glad you two are getting along so well.” Betty said.

That statement threw them both into giggles. So much so that they couldn’t stop laughing, even when Betty diaper-checked them.

“Good girl, you’re dry.” Betty said, patting Camila’s head.

“I have to go potty though.” Camila said.

“I can take you to the potty, it’s on the way to the changing room that we’ll need for little-Caspian.”

Camila looked at Caspian with wide eyes. She hadn’t noticed anything. He blushed and squirmed his head onto her shoulder.

“It was just a little accident.” He protested.

“Is that so?” Betty asked. “In that case you must have had more than one. You’re quite wet, little boy.”

“No fair.” Caspian said, squirming.

“That doesn’t even make sense. There’s nothing to be fair or not, here.” Betty said. “Come on, littles, up-a-go.”

Clutching their stuffies, they took Betty’s hands and followed her down the hall. Camila waved sadly at Caspian when they reached the restroom, then dashed for the toilet. She was just on the edge of ending up in the changing room herself.

Which would be hot. So unbelievably, nuclear hot that Camila wondered how good the lock on the door was. Would there be enough time to – take care of things – before Betty was done changing Caspian?

Ultimately, it wasn’t worth the risk. Once she was done with the potty, Camila splashed cold water on her face. A lot of the coldest water she could make the tap put out. It helped a little.

She waited in the hall outside the bathroom, wondering how much party time there was left. Maybe they had already finished off the piñata. Camila hoped so. Then she could just hang out a bit and meet some people. With Caspian next to her, hopefully.