The carnival had the same intoxicating smell they all had, no matter what city it was visiting. Cotton candy and fried food were the top layer of the scent, with machine grease forming a heavy undertone. Each time a breeze blew through the rich smells of apples and fallen leaves would join the mix. Camila …
Camila hung her head as she sat in front of the Heathers. Wearing shorts that barely covered the pink diaper she was wearing, she felt like a naughty kid. Even with Betty next to her, stroking her back, Camila was so embarrassed she felt dizzy. It had been bad enough to wake up in an …
Camila had never been happier. She was in Mommy’s room, dressed in a onesie and a thick diaper. Betty had let Camila suck on her beautiful, huge breasts, and put her down for a nap with a pacifier in her mouth. It was almost everything Betty had been ‘threatening’ Camila with since she became Camila’s …
Camila walked nervously down the hall behind her mommy. What had been planned as a quiet Saturday, had ramped up with the prospect of being put in ‘daycare’ for the afternoon. She was in her baby-est outfit yet, shortalls and a shirt with a pony on it. The shirt would be showing a lot of …
Ginger stared at the ceiling of her room. Her roommate was snoring away, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. Her mind kept replaying the scene that Camila had made at the Delta-B mixer over and over. At least she’d been punished for it that time. Stupid Camila. Always finding a way to make …
“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 …
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 …
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 …
“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 …