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San Bambina Chapter Thirteen
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“Staci?”
The voice was distant, as though it was coming from somewhere far away, thick and muffled, like it was wrapped in cotton. Staci croaked, her throat dry and rough like sandpaper. She struggled to pull herself from her deep, dark sleep.
“Staci?” The voice came again, prodding, urging her back to wakefulness. “C’mon honey... It’s time to wake up.”
“Hhhuuuuhhh?” she squirmed and reached up to rub her eyes. “Mmmooooooommmmyyy?” she groaned, knowing that she wasn’t actually speaking to her real mother, but couldn’t think of the proper term for her host at the moment.
Mary laughed as she opened the crib bars once more, reaching through to shake Staci gently to wakefulness... or at least semi-consciousness. “That’s right, honey. It’s Mommy. Mommy’s here for you. It’s time for all big babies to wakey wakey.”
Staci groaned, scrunching her face up. “Notta babyyy,” she said weakly, wriggling in her mattress, the diaper crinkling under her. Beneath her blanket, she kicked her legs uselessly, trying and failing to raise herself in bed... but her struggles succeeded only in making her fart loudly.
“We’ll see about that,” Mary said with a mysterious chuckle. “Come along, sweetie-- come with mommy.” She emphasized this with a swat to her puffy diaper bum, drawing a groan. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”
More awake now, but still quite groggy, Staci turned over and, with some difficulty, propped herself up on her one elbow. “Hey... yer... yer not my mommy,” she slurred, her tongue thick and rubbery in her mouth, her lips failing to obey her commands. Her entire body felt heavy, as though it was laden with weights.
“Well, I guess we’ll see about that, too,” Mary said cheerfully, helping Staci to sit up. It took several minutes, her pamper crinkling the whole time... why was she even still wearing it? What was she doing in this room... the job was finished... wasn’t it?
Eventually, Staci was sitting at the edge of the mattress, the diaper squishing moistly under her bottom. She blushed, realizing that she’d pissed herself in her sleep... and quite a bit too from the feel of it. She couldn’t stop herself from yawning and stretching, and she hoped Mary didn’t expect her to walk under her own power-- it was all she could do to remain sitting up at the moment.
“Come on sweetheart.” Mary took her by the hand and coaxed her down onto the carpet. “Let’s get a move on... we’ve got someone waiting to see us in the living room!”
Stacie felt a jolt of fear so strong she was sure she felt her bladder let out another spurt of pee. Nobody else was supposed to be seeing her like this. They were engaged in acts of espionage that, according to her admittedly limited understanding of San Bambinan law, carried some very stiff penalties. Mary should have known this... who could possibly be here to ‘see her’?
“Come on, sweetheart,” Mary encouraged sweetly, helping Staci up onto all fours. “Let’s not keep our guest waiting!”
Mary slowly walked backwards, urging her guest forwards with her hands. Staci realized that she was expected to crawl on all fours, and she bristled at the thought... but she had little choice but to comply at this point. Not like I could walk anyway, I guessshe thought sourly.
And so she began, crawling awkwardly, her diaper crinkling behind her all the way.
“There you go!” Mary cheered her on with an exaggerated smile. “You’re doing great sweetie!” Staci had the urge to ram her fist into her face... if only I was able to, she thought sourly.
At least she doesn’t expect me to walk, she thought grimly, positive she wouldn’t be able to even stand under her own power at the moment, let alone move... not with the thick padding between her thighs forcing her to waddle the whole way. Her cheeks flared red at the thought... She could almost picture herself, toddling down the hall awkwardly, like a two year old that had just learned to walk, her soggy pamper squishing between her thighs with each waddle she took. Staci cringed.
She crept slowly down the hall on all fours, egged on by the grinning ‘Mommy’ Mary. By now, it was obvious something was definitely wrong, and it took all of Staci’s strength and concentration just to maintain a steady pace.
When she finally did arrive in the living room, what Staci saw made her freeze in her tracks.
Seated on the couch was a well-built woman, immaculately dressed in a somewhat intimidating dark pantsuit and dark glasses, her blond hair as smooth and shiny as a well-polished floor. The way she looked at Staci sent another involuntary spurt of piss into her diaper.
Her mind raced, trying to spin a dozen different possible explanations for who the woman was and what she could possibly be doing here, but there was only one conclusion that she kept coming back to, again and again:
We’re busted.
The two words flashed through her mind over and over again, like a blinking red sign in her brain. Locked in place on all fours on the floor, she felt a chill ripple through her body and she could only look dumbly from the mystery woman to Mary and back again. The advantage was theirs... all she could do now was react.
“Hello Staci,” the blonde said, warmly. “Let me introduce myself-- I’m Agent Marissa Long of the Central Research and Intelligence Bureau-- C.R.I.B., as they like to call us on the news.”
It was at this moment, Staci knew that the jig was well and truly up. And from the look on ‘Mommy’ Mary’s face, it seemed like she was in on it
Her thoughts raced. She wracked her brain, trying to think of something, anything that would get her out of this situation. Goddamn it, I’m a smart, capable woman! Isn’t there something I can say?! Isn’t there anything I can DO?!
And then, entirely of hit’s own volition, her body took matters into it’s own hands and did something for her.
She urinated. She defecated. She urinated again.
The women shared a hearty chuckle at her expense, leaving Staci feeling very small and helpless-- not to mention wet and stinky! She was also quite embarrassed... she hadn’t even felt the urge to go before she made a total mess in her diapers.
“Not necessarily the wrong reaction, Staci,” Agent Long said through her chuckles. “You’re in a lot of trouble, young lady. The government of San Bambina does not look kindly on spying.”
Staci glared up at her, doing her best to look intimidating. The laughter she received from Mary and Agent Long suggested that she wasn’t pulling it off.
“You can scowl and pout all you want, dearie. You and your little partner in crime have been thoroughly busted.”
That made her heart skip a beat. She assumed the “partner in crime” Agent Long was referring to was Chelsea. She wondered what had happened to her, and cursed herself, wondering if her weakness had led to her arrest... or worse. Agent Long chuckled.
“I know what you’re thinking, but you needn’t concern yourself, dear-- it wasn’t anything that you said or did. The truth is, we were on to you two from the start.”
