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San Bambina Chapter Seventeen
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Staci screamed, plummeting through the air like a cartoon bomb, her life flashing before her eyes, even after she squeezed them shut, expecting to feel the impact of a hard, cold floor at any second. Fear slackened her bladder, and she was faintly aware of a spurt of pee wetting her diaper, followed by a small gush of liquid warmth into the waiting fabric of her pampers, which absorbed it thirstily.
The fall simultaneously took forever and was over almost instantly. Squeezing her eyes shut, Staci braced for impact, furious that her last thoughts were going to be of a wet, clammy diaper clinging to her womanly backside. She emitted a piercing shriek of fright and braced for final impact.
Staci hit the ball-pit with a dry splash, landing on her back and sending multi-coloured orbs flying in every direction. She sank into their plastic embrace with a sigh, both relieved that she hadn’t been splattered against the cold, hard floor and feeling like a fool for losing her cool like that. She reached down and prodded her padded crotch, frowning when she felt it squish wetly in response. Great... I’m sure waddling around in a pissy wet diaper is going to make this experience even more pleasant, she thought with a sigh. Could things get any--?
“Head’s up!”
Staci looked up to see a plump, plushly pampered bottom dropping towards her at rapid velocity... so rapidly, in fact, that there was little time for her to do anything but emit a high-pitched squeal and brace for...
Impact. It wasn’t all that painful, largely due to the ball-pit, which absorbed much of the shock, even as Staci was pushed deeper below the surface. She opened her eyes into a world of stifling, suffocating darkness, a heavy, crinkling, plastic shroud pressed into her face, like a grocery bag full of meat. She could smell plastic, baby powder, with other, more intimately feminine scents mingling subtly in the background.
A diaper, a voice inside her said, quite calmly. It’s a diaper, remember? A big, fat, diapered butt.
Oh my God! Someone’s big fat diapered ass is sitting right on my face!
“GET OFF ME!” Staci bellowed, pressing her hands into the crinkling, pampered rump and giving a push.
“Sorry,” a voice responded cheerfully as the diaper was peeled away from Staci’s face. “Good thing I just got a change,” the Face-Sitter said with a laugh, making Staci contemplate the alternative with a shudder.
“You know,” the other girl said, helping Staci to a sitting position, “when someone says ‘heads up’ you’re not supposed to actually look up, right?” Staci could see she was quite pretty, with long, luscious auburn hair and dark brown skin, huge brown eyes that reminded Staci of a cartoon character, and a sexy body that was delightfully plump in all the right places... especially her pampered booty, the girl reporter thought ruefully, unable to help noticing the way the generous swells of the girl’s buttocks were exaggerated even further by the padding of her thick diapers.
She was wearing a green bib pinafore dress with a matching top with short, puffy sleeves and a hem that was short and flared, revealing the big white diapers with cartoon prints she wore underneath every time she moved. The adorably babyish outfit seemed oddly out of place on a girl who was as tall and leanly muscled as this girl-- she looked like she’d be more at home running around a track than playing in a ball-pit.
“I’m Rhonda,” she said, extending her hand. Staci met her grip and was treated to a strong, firm handshake.
“Staci,” she squeaked. Though this girl was obviously a few years behind her (Staci guessed fresh out of high school), Rhonda was still much taller than she was, standing nearlya foot above her. In spite of her infantile appearance, she was so powerfully built and confident that Staci couldn’t help being a little bit intimidated by her.
“I haven’t seen you here before, Staci... first time?”
“Yeah, I, uh, just... moved here,” she said lamely. But Rhonda seemed to just accept it with a nod.
“Cool. Well, stick with me,” Rhonda said, turning towards the exit and began wading her way through the balls towards it. “I’ll show you all the fun stuff to do around here.”
With no better options at the moment, Staci reluctantly followed, making her way slowly towards the edge of the pit behind Rhonda, who unselfconsciously flashed her diaper as she pushed herself up onto the ledge and climbed out. She turned and helped Staci, and the reporter was struck once again by her new companion’s strength... she felt like Rhonda could have probably just lifted her out on her own.
“Follow me,” she said, leading Staci out into the main area.
They found themselves in a kind of a main hub, with many doors, tunnels, and ladders leading in all directions, each one going to a different play area. This space offered girls a place to gather, regroup, or just take it easy for a moment before they headed off on their next adventure. There was a refreshment stand that handed out juice and cookies (the cost of which had already been factored into the admission fee.) A few girls sat around little round tables sucking their juice out of bottles and munching on cookies before they headed off to play. On the far side of the room, an opening revealed a small changing room, with five tables lining the wall, all of them occupied, with a small line of girls waiting to get a fresh pamper from one of the employees currently on diaper duty.
“Let’s get some cookies and juice,” Rhonda said, taking Staci firmly by the hand and leading her over towards the food-stand. It surprised Staci, but she kept her mouth shut, assuming it was merely an affectionate gesture of sisterly comfort.
At the counter, they each received a bottle and a cookie, which Staci accepted with a polite ‘thank you’ (while noticing the dark look the woman behind the counter gave the grinning Rhonda with a frown.)
Turning away from the counter, they scanned the room for a place to sit.Rhonda paused and smiled into the distance. Staci followed her gaze... she seemed to be watching a cute little blond girl who was sitting alone at a table, absently eating the last of her cookie and slurping down the last of her bottle.
“C’mon,” Rhonda said, striding over to the table, leaving poor Staci to trot along behind her, her shapely, but stubby legs struggling to keep up with Rhonda’s powerful strides.
Soon they were standing in front of the table, and Rhonda was looking down at the tiny blonde with a smirk that was frankly a little intimidating.
“Hi, Daphne!”
The girl looked up, her face going pale. She bolted up from her seat so fast she almost knocked her chair over. Staci looked her over quickly, a girl around her height with a skinny, delicate frame concealed beneath a little t-shirt and an adult sized Pamper with teddy bears capering across the front. “R-R-R-Rhonda!” She stammered. Staci was shocked to see she was trembling.
“So... you feel like hanging out again today?” Rhonda asked with a mysterious grin, obviously enjoying the smaller girl’s squirming.
Staci was shocked when, rather than answering, Daphne simply bent her knees and pissed herself with a loud hiss, the front of her diaper darkening and turning yellow. Staci’s jaw dropped when she saw the girl stick her butt out and begin defecating with a loud grunt, filling the back of her diaper with a gooey load, seemingly beyond her control. Staci could hardly believe her eyes... had the mere sight of Rhonda caused this girl to literally piss and shit in her pampers?
Rhonda just laughed, helping herself to a seat. Poor Daphne turned and ran for the changing station as fast as she could with a diaper full of hot, fresh fudge. Staci went to pull out a chair, wincing when she felt Rhonda’s steely grip on her wrist. With a sharp tug, the reporter found herself sitting in her new ‘big sister’s’ firm lap. Rhonda folded her arms around Staci’s body, pinning her in place. Her heart pounded in her chest, astounded and a little frightened by the steely power she felt in Rhonda’s grip.
“Who needs her, anyhow? I’ve got a new playmate now... right, honey?”
