Araceli's Descent Into Babyhood (Patreon)

Hi guys! 

Here's a new story. I'm working on a few more with some interesting scenarios, including my very first ongoing saga. This first chapter is up for everyone, but chapter two is coming this Wednesday for the Supporting Baby and Premium Baby before dropping for The Little Helper! 

For the purpose of this story, I will be making the Spanish speakers speak English after this chapter. Hope it doesn't break the realism. 

Prologue

Lena looked around the room.

It was a nursery. But everything was bigger than normal. A playpen in the middle filled with blankets and toys. A crib on one corner, big enough for two adults. And that crib wasn’t empty. Inside, a mature woman with olive skin and dark brown hair slept peacefully. She was naked but for a diaper, which was clearly used. Araceli was sucking her thumb, probably dreaming about her past life. A life she had spent in the streets of Lima, begging for money to support herself and her children. Now, here she was, in America. In Lena’s home, sleeping like a baby, for lack of a better word.

Lena turned to see the camera pointed at the crib, recording Araceli’s every movement. And she couldn’t help but think about how she had made everything possible, how she turned the beggar mother into an ABDL superstar around the world.

And all the money she's made thanks to her.

If the baby weren’t sleeping, she would’ve laughed diabolically. It was, after all, something only a villain would’ve done.

She was proud of it.

Chapter 1

Lena’s New Idea

Lena looked at her phone and the endless notifications from her last post. It was a simple photo shoot of her wetting her diaper and then getting changed by a random fan she chose. It had gotten a lot of interactions; everyone wanted to have been that fan, and that kept her followers wanting more. But, if she was honest with herself, it wasn't the same anymore.

She sighed, looking down the car window.

The city was unlike anything she had seen before. A beautiful and endless green pier at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean, and she wasn't even in the nice part of the city yet.

Perhaps, in the future, she thought, she could leave it behind. The idea of having to wear diapers and wetting or messing them up to make money for the rest of her life didn't seem as enticing as when she started selling content. She was running out of ideas to keep her followers satisfied. True, it gave her enough money to live a comfortable life. Not something the average ABDL content creator could say, but then again, not everyone had her hourglass figure and piercing blue eyes combined with long blonde hair, making her look like a baby Viking goddess when she was on character. At almost twenty-five, Lena couldn't have asked for better genetics. Her sexy body and cute face were perfect when combined with diapers, whether wet or messy. Her followers loved it, especially when she did something out of the ordinary, like hiring a vanilla prostitute to be her Mommy for an entire weekend.

Her thoughts came back to the present when the car stopped, and she went down.

The warmth of Lima radiated against her porcelain skin as she strolled past the elegant facade of the five-star hotel. In the heart of Lima's touristic district, restaurants and malls and beautiful parks were everywhere. And yet, on the streets, beggars. The taxi driver had told her they were Venezuelans, escaping from the horrors of their own country. Though he pointed out it wasn't that much better in Peru.

Lena didn't know what to say, so she just nodded and smiled. But confronted with it now, she felt sad for them. Something she could just shake off once she was inside the hotel. But then she saw her. Amidst the crowd, a woman in her late thirties with a beautiful tan, olive skin, and the deepest black eyes. She was tall for a Latina but with the natural curves of her heritage. Big breasts and a soft face, almost too soft for someone living on the streets. At that moment, Lena got an idea that would change her life and the beautiful older woman who was asking for money from any and every tourist.

"Welcome to the Lima J.W. Marriott," said the guard, helping Lena with her luggage.

Lena didn’t answer. She was deep in thought. She didn’t want to be rude. No. But there was an idea forming in her mind. One that could change her life forever but would give her everything she wanted. She felt the diaper around her crotch getting warmer. And the feeling of her urine against her skin confirmed what she wanted. She wanted out, and this was her opportunity.

"Miss?" the guard asked again.

"Could you get them inside," asked Lena, "I'll be back in a second."

She rushed off, almost running, though the thick diaper wouldn’t allow too much movement. She rushed towards the woman begging on the streets and stopped only when she was close enough to see her better.

"Excuse me," Lena began tentatively, not wanting to offend or scare the struggling mature woman, “Excuse me.”

"Disculpe?" asked the woman, “Tiene dinero?”

Lena smiled, giving her a ten-dollar bill, "English?"

The woman nodded, "Little."

"What's your name?”

"Araceli."

Looking at her closely, Lena could spot the dirt and stains in Araceli's clothing. She had probably haven't showered in a while. Her hair was messy and chaotic. She had lines in the corner of her eyes and dry lips. And yet, there was potential there that remained undiscovered. Exotic and sexy and, because of the woman’s demeanor, cuteness. With the right makeover and a proper cleanup - yeah, that would work. It would be perfect, and Lena’s own excitement made her already wet diaper soaked with her own juices.

She smiled devilishly and charmingly, "Would you like more money?"

Araceli nodded vigorously, "Yes, please.”

"What would you do for it?"

"How much?"

"A thousand. Cash, I guess you don't really have a bank account, do you?”

Araceli shook her head, "What do I do?"

"Do you know what a diaper is?”

Araceli nodded, though her eyes were perplexed at the question, "Babies, changes.”

"Yeah," said Lena, "I'll give you a thousand dollars if you let me put one on you and then let me take photos and record it. It will be classy. Just one night. In my hotel room. No one else will be there. Just you and me.”

Araceli looked lost for a second before she answered, "Porn?"

Lena nodded, "A type of. But nothing too sexual unless you want to. Look, it's a lot of money, not just for someone living on the streets, but in general. Think about it. If you choose to do it, come to my hotel room. I'm in the penthouse. Ask for Miss Stone."

Without letting the mature woman answer, she turned around, smiling, and walked back to her hotel. She stopped by the front door, right beside the security guard who had greeted her a few minutes before. He still had her luggage and a welcoming smile.

"If the woman I was talking with comes asking for me. Show her to my room," she said, hanging him a fifty-dollar bill, "There's more if you're discreet about it."

The guard’s smile grew bigger, “Yes, ma’am. Welcome to Lima City."

Lena entered the hotel, "I'm going to like it here."