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San Bambina Chapter Eighteen
🕑 Added 2022-09-15 16:06:48 +0000 UTCWhy do the top of my posts keep getting screwed up?
Clearly, Patreon is still working out some kinks. No big loss, I guess: just saying the usual nonsense about how much fun I'm having with this one, how Rhonda is one of my favourite characters, please leave a like and a comment if you're enjoying it, blah blah blah... It was pretty good... quite stirring, one of the best of these bold-text intros I'd ever written, really. I'll never forgive Patreon for robbing you the pleasure of reading it.
In all seriousness, though, thank you for your continued support, and if you are enjoying the story, please consider hitting like and leaving a comment.
“Open wide, sweetie,” Rhonda said, taking the cookie and popping it into Staci’s mouth. Staci obediently took a bite, not wanting to incur her new self-appointed big sister’s wrath. She chewed and swallowed, then took a sip from her bottle when Rhonda put it between her lips for her (apple juice, she noted, swallowing before taking another big swig.) She waited patiently for Rhonda to take a bite of her cookie and a swig of her own juice before offering her another bite of her own.
“So, uh... who was that girl you were talking to before?” Staci asked, trying to seem casual while she ate the last few bites of her cookie from Rhonda’s hand.
“Oh, you mean Daphne?” She chuckled, shoving the nipple of the bottle into Staci’s mouth so she could swallow the last of her juice. “She’s just someone I played with the last time I was here.”
Staci licked her lips. She knew she shouldn’t ask... but she just had to know.
“Did she, uh... did she mess herself because of you?”
Rhonda just laughed in response, taking a long sip from her own bottle. “Maybe. On the other hand, it might have been the cookies and juice... they give you the shits, y’know?”
A shocked Staci just looked at her, unable to tell if she was joking. Rhonda’s smile was enigmatic, and she eagerly wolfed down the last few bites of her own cookie, leaving poor Staci with only further questions.
Downing the last of her juice, Rhonda wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and belched loudly and decisively, drawing stares from the rest of the room. Staci looked at her new friend with wide eyes, wondering what she’d gotten herself into. Rhonda popped the nipple of Staci’s bottle into her mouth, watching her drain the last of her juice with a smile. “Ready to play, babe?”
Staci nodded, swallowing the final drops of her juice, regarding her self-appointed big sister with curiosity... and a healthy dollop of fear. Rhonda chuckled.
“Great!” she exclaimed, ushering Staci to her feet with a solid swat to the seat of her pampered bottom, the noise like a gunshot. “Let’s go.”
They rose from the table together, and Rhonda led her over to a ladder on the far wall. “Come on... follow big sister,” she said with a chuckle that made Staci shiver... but that didn’t stop her from following her up the ladder, frightened by the thought of what might happen if she didn’t.
So she followed Rhonda, unable to help looking up her skirt as she climbed just a few rungs above her, taking the time to admire the way the diaper accentuated her muscular rump. At the top of the platform, a set of hanging rings dangled over another ball pit. Staci frowned, not sure if she’d be strong enough to make it over to the other side... she was surprised when Rhonda turned around and gestured towards her back.
“Hop on, lil’ sis!”
At first, Staci smiled, assuming she was joking. When Rhonda just stood there expectantly, Staci hesitantly complied, wrapping her arms around Rhonda’s neck, scared she was going to choke her.
But if Rhonda was uncomfortable, she didn’t say a word. In moments, she’d gamely jumped onto the rings and started swinging from one to the next, navigating from one to another with ease, reaching the other side as easily as walking. If she even noticed Staci’s extra weight, she gave absolutely no sign.
On the other side of the ball-pit, Staci climbed down in a bit of a daze. She looked up into Rhonda’s grinning face-- she was barely even breathing heavy.
“Th-th-thanks, Rhonda! You’re in fantastic shape!”
Rhonda grinned and flexed an arm, impressing Staci once again with her lean, athletic muscles. “I outta be! The taxpayers shelled out a pretty penny for these muscles, you know!”
In spit of her general state of confusion and humiliation, Staci’s felt her journalistic curiosity kicking in. “Oh? What do you mean?”
For the next few minutes, Rhonda quickly told Staci her story. She was a Matriarch, born to a rich family. Unlike most of the female population, Rhonda had attended actual schools, not glorified daycares... and she’d always excelled at athletics. In high school, she set school records in both the 100 and 200 meter dash. After college (which she attended on a full scholarship), she easily qualified for the San Bambinian Olympic team, and she’d been training ever since.
“Yeah. I’d still be there, too, if it wasn’t for...” She trailed off, her expression darkening, and for a moment Staci was very scared of her companion.
“Never mind,” she continued, smiling when she saw Staci staring at her nervously. “Anyway, the point is, I’m in the middle of a six month suspended regression sentence: that means it’s diapers and high-chairs for me for the next 16 weeks... but at least I’m spending it at home instead of a Regression Center.”
“Oh... I’m sorry to hear that.”
Rhonda shrugged, but Staci could sense seething frustration and anger boiling beneath the surface. “It’s not so bad. Besides, they’re letting me back on the team after I’ve pooped my last pamper.... so long as I remember to be a ‘good girl,’ at least. Anyway,” she said, turning towards a round opening in the nearby wall and climbing inside. “Follow me.”
Staci climbed in after her, once again finding herself in a long tunnel that was just wide enough to crawl through. She crept along on her hands and knees, only vaguely aware of the bulging, crinkling white of Rhonda’s diapered rump a few feet ahead of her. Feeling vaguely claustrophobic, she kept her head down, focusing on her crawling, hoping to get this over with.
She was only dimly aware that the crinkling ahead of her had stopped when she glanced up to see what the problem was and found Rhonda’s pampered bottom just inches away from her face. Unable to stop herself, Staci simply rammed, face first, into Rhonda’s pampered booty.
“Uuff!” she grunted, reaching up to rub her nose. “Uh... Rhonda?”
In return, Rhonda offered only a small sound, barely heard in the confines of the tunnel... to Staci, it sounded almost like she was making a small noise, like a sigh or a moan. “Rhonda? Are you OK?”
As if in response, Rhonda ripped a huge fart right in poor Staci’s face, the nasty, wet tearing sound reverberating loudly in the confined space, barely muffled by the diaper. “Rhonda! Ewww!” Staci cried, reaching up to fan away the rotten garbage smell that had filled the tunnel. “What the hell?!” she demanded furiously as Rhonda chuckled loudly, enjoying her own antics.
“Oh... Sorry... that one got away from me,” she said through her laughter.
“Nice,” Staci said grumpily, fanning the stench away as best she could in the tight confines of the tunnel.
“Hey, I told you: the cookies and juice really get your guts going... It’ll be happening to you too, soon enough,” Rhonda said, sounding pretty positive about it as she started on her way again, diaper crinkling along with her. Staci followed quickly, eager to leave the stink behind.
They emerged into a large ball-pit filled with young women, diapered and carefree, playing like toddlers. Glancing around to get the lay of the land, Staci noted that beyond the edge of the ball-pit there was a large grouping of adult sized playground equipment, crawling with beautiful pampered young women.
“C’mon,” Rhonda said, waving her over. Staci followed, and they paused for a rest at the edge of the pit. Staci couldn’t help glancing around, impressed. Watching a bunch of grown women around her age cavort and play like schoolgirls, she had to give her San Bambinian hosts one thing... they certainly didn’t half-ass anything. Rhonda flashed her a smile that was both gorgeous and intimidating and announced:
“Let’s play!”
