San Bambina Chapter Ten (Patreon)

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If it’s possible to actually die from embarrassment, Staci thought, forcing herself to lay still so a hot guy she’d just met literally moments ago could wipe her poopy butt for her, I think I’m about to give the class a practical demonstration.

To his credit, Steve tried to minimize the embarrassment of the situation with a steady stream of chit chat to keep her occupied and focused away from what was happening, and it was working... mostly, anyway.

Staci tried to distance her emotions, to let the journalistic side of her personality take over, to try and think of the situation in terms of facts and details. It turned out Steve was the quarterback of the varsity team at his school, and he had a girl in diapers he was engaged to-- he’d volunteered for this program to get a little diaper changing experience before he got married (and for a little extra credit in the bargain.) This wasn’t the first time he’d changed diapers, of course-- he changed his older sister all throughout his childhood, up until she graduated and got married (Steve was in 9th grade at the time.) Staci tried to imagine the embarrassment the girl must’ve felt as a senior in high-school getting a diaper change from her own younger brother, but was unable to even conceive it. If her younger brother had ever changed one of her diapers when she was in high-school, Staci was sure the humiliation would have caused her to implode on the spot.

She tried to be professional about the experience, but it was incredibly difficult, especially considering that everywhere she looked, there were numerous young women that were all in the same situation. A casual glance to the left or right revealed half a dozen other girls with their legs up, poopy butts on display for cleaning. The girl next to herlooked like a package of peanut butter fudge mix had exploded inside her diaper, and her rear-end was caked thick with a gooey brown mess. Betterto stare into the ceiling, she decided, and ask Steve as many questions as possible so she didn’t have to talk about herself... she wasn’t sure if she could maintain her cover if she did.

He’d be graduating from school the following semester, and he was planning on getting married shortly after that. Staci was surprised to find that his attitudes towards women in general, and his girlfriend in particular were old-fashioned, but mostly respectful. He said he was looking forward to getting married, and was committed to letting his wife decide for herself weather she wanted to potty train or not. The way he talked about her, even while being intimately close with another young woman, certainly demonstrated some level of commitment. Staci suddenly found herself feeling a little jealousof Steve’s girlfriend.

He did his job with strong efficiency, occasionally taking her by the ankles to lift her legs, exposing her butt for his attention. Desperate to remain still, Staci squeezed her hands into tight little fists, her nails biting into her palms. Steve diligently performed his tasks without complaining (a byproduct of his prior diaper changing experience, she decided.) Though Staci was horribly embarrassed, he treated the job as though it were nothing, using the baby wipe to clean off her tushy in firm, but gentle strokes. He gently ran the extra-large baby-wipe up between her buttocks, paying close attention to her anus. The way he went about these very intimate activities so casually was bizarre. During the whole process, Staci occasionally wondered if it was all some sort of strange dream.

Eventually, she became aware that a fresh diaper had been slipped under her now clean backside, and she couldn’t help sighing when her cute little cheeks made contact with the soft, yielding surface of the adult sized pamper.

“Hold still,” Steve said gently, and Staci broke into a smile as she felt sweet smelling powder being rained down upon her privates, then softly patted in by his strong fingers. The urge to wiggle her hips was uncontrollable, and she prayed he couldn’t tell that she was getting moist.

His strong, large hand clasped her ankles and lifted her legs into the air once more, exposing the rounded swells of her smooth, pink buttocks. Staci couldn’t suppress a breathy sigh when she felt her buns dusted with baby powder, which Steve patted into her backside firmly.

Her butt was gently lowered back onto the diaper, and Steve favoured her with a gorgeous smile as he pulled the fresh diaper up between her legs. Staci found herself squirming and gurgling excitedly as he loomed over top of her half-naked body, pulling her new pamper up between her thighs, making sure it was tight against her pussy. She hated to admit it, but it was a little sexy to be doted over by a hot guy like this, and she was both glad and disappointed it was nearly over.

He wrapped the diaper tightly around her waist and taped it shut, pressing and smoothing the tapes down firmly. Heart thudding loudly in her rib cage, Staci gazed up at him, pussy throbbing and moist. She could think of nothing but curling up in his arms, burying her face in his shoulder, and drifting off to sleep. The image made her cringe, but she was unable to banish it from her mind.

“OK, pretty lady,” Steve said, tugging down her dress, “I think we’re done!”

Before Staci could rise, one of the nurses came over to check his work.

“Nicely done, Steve,” the nurse said, inspecting his handiwork and ensuring that the diaper was properly fitted. “I can see you’ve really been paying attention during your changing classes! Your fiancee is a lucky girl!”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, beaming with pride. Staci knew she should feel outrage towards him-- this total stranger had just performed a very intimate act on her, and all without her permission. But she couldn’t help feeling happy for Steve... and for his lucky girlfriend. She wished her own college boyfriend had been half as considerate, or touched her with half as much tenderness.

She was suddenly filled with conflicting feelings. She’d come here to expose a harsh, cruel, repressive society... what she’d discovered was a place where values were different, yet the people were warm, friendly, and respectful. Worst of all, she found that the Baby Women of San Bambina, though lacking in status and freedoms, were clearly deeply cherished by society... so much so that they went to great (and admittedly bizarre) lengths to keep them safe and protected. Could her preconceptions have been wrong?

With a sigh, she allowed herself to be helped to her feet, then, with a crimson blush, thanked Steve with a curtsy (the traditional sign of thanks for a Daughter interacting with a man outside her own family.) Smoothing her dress back into place, she toddled down the hall back towards her class, the scent of fresh baby powder clinging to her, diaper crinkling with every step. The pamper was so thick it forced her to waddle. With a sigh, Staci realized she felt even more like an overgrown toddler than ever before.