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San Bambina Chapter Twelve
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The phone call was mercifully brief, and the next thing Staci knew, she was curled up in a stranger’s lap, sobbing petulantly, trying and failing to untangle the complex web of thoughts and feelings warring away inside of her. She knew she was making a scene, knew she was endangering her cover, but she simply couldn’t help herself, and she gladly buried her face in the teacher’s bosom and sobbed, her tears wetting the fabric of her blouse.
“There there, darling,” the woman soothed, rocking her softly and patting her on the back. Staci was grateful for the woman’s kindness, even if she did feel like a fool sitting in another grown woman’s lap and weeping like a frightened two year old.
Staci felt ashamed-- ashamed to be so weak and lacking resilience, ashamed for risking her mission, ashamed for being dressed like an overgrown toddler, ashamed for crying like a child, ashamed for needing the comfort of another adult like this... the list seemed to stretch on and on, each entry tearing away at her adulthood, until there was nothing left but an overgrown child.
She curled up and sobbed quietly, losing herself in the warmth and comfort of the teacher’s embrace. The minutes and seconds slipped by, until she lost track of time completely, her entire world shrinking down to her sobs, the warmth of the teacher’s bosom against her tear wet cheek, and the crinkle of her diaper in her ear with every move she made. All the while, the teacher rocked her in her arms gently, cooing softly in her ear... eventually, Staci felt herself relax, her sobs drying up. A gentle squeeze of her thighs brought an alarming, wet squish against her privates, and she realized, with a pounding heart, that at some point she’d pissed her diaper without realizing it.
She was relieved when the door opened a few minutes later and she heard Mary’s voice: “Oh sweetie! Are you OK?!”
“Uh-huh,” Staci was able to manage with quivering lips, disengaging herself from the teacher just long enough to wrap her arms and legs around Mary, who slipped her hands under her soggy diaper bum and hugged her close, just like a real baby.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered in Mary’s ear.
“Oh, it’s OK, honey. We’re gonna get you home right away.”
Loaded into the car and strapped into the car seat, Staci simply sat in her sodden diaper and gazed out the window, fat, salty tears dribbling slowly down her face. Mary had placed a pacifier in her mouth and she sucked the rubber teat slowly, thinking. She realized that if anyone had glanced over, they’d see no difference between her and any other pouty Adult Baby girl you might see anywhere else in San Bambina, and at this moment, that suited her just fine.
Her aspirations were in ashes, her story was in ruins, her cover was blown, and she would be lucky to escape without being arrested. And now, she realized, her stomach grumbling loudly, that she was quite hungry again, her little crying jag having evidently taken a lot out of her.
Apparently, Mary had been keeping an eye on her, because Staci had barely touched her tummy to rub it uncomfortably when Mary glanced back to ask: “are you hungry, Staci? Should we stop and pick up a little dinner?”
“Yes, please,” she said quietly, dabbing away her tears.
The next thing she knew, they were in line at Lil’ Libby’s, San Bambina’s most popular fast food franchise. Staci looked out the window and was unsurprising to see the logo was a lovingly detailed drawing of a cute girl in her late teens or early 20s taking a bite out of a fat, dripping hamburger. She was sharing a conspiratorial wink with the customers, as though she was sayingC’mon-- you know you want it, though Staci was unsure if Lil’ Libby was referring to the burger or herself; She was showing quite a bit of her supple bare legs, and Staci didn’t raise an eyebrow when she saw a big diaper bulging from the bottom of her short, childish dress.
Still sobbing passively in the back, Staci listened quietly as Mary ordered a burger and diet Coke for herself and a ‘Lil’ Libby Special’ for her.
“There you go, baby,” she said tenderly, handing the bad of food and drink back to Staci, who started in on it. Eating slowly at first, then with greater and greater enthusiasm. The Special included chicken nuggees, fries, and a delicious apple pie, along with an ice tea.
The nuggees and fries were greasy and salty, but warm and tasty, and Staci eagerly filled her belly. Likewise, the pie was warm and sweet, the hot, sticky filling bringing a smile to her face. She took little sips of tea as she ate, enjoying the sugary beverage, even as it left her with a full bladder.
No point in holding it now, she thought, thinking of the soggy pamper currently clinging to her bum. She wasn’t even halfway through her meal when she spread her thighs and pushed, forcing out a surprisingly powerful jet of urine with a grunt, followed by a tiny sigh of relief. She blushed when she caught Mary watching her in the rear-view mirror with a grin, wondering if she knew what had just happened.
She finished her meal in silence, then sat back with a sigh, already feeling better. No matter what the rest of the day brought, at least she would be facing it with a full stomach. Soon, her tears subsided and she drifted off to sleep.
“Staci? Wakey Wakey.”
Staci had no idea how long she dozed, but when she awoke again, they were sitting in the driveway at Mary’s house. She snapped awake, blinking, dazed. Yawning and stretching, her pampers crinkling under her bottom, she looked around sleepily. Her earlier distress had largely dimmed to a lingering, nagging anxiety in the back of her mind. With her belly full, all she really wanted now was to take a little nap. She looked up with drooping eyes and realized Mary was standing over her with a warm smile on her face.
“Come on, darling,” she said, reaching in to unbuckle her seat-belt, “let’s get you out of there and into the house.”
For the second time that day, Staci found herself scooped up under the arms and carried around like a toddler... she wasn’t sure she enjoyed the sensation.
“Looks like someone needs a little nap,” said Mary sagely, carrying the limp and lazy Staci through her house like a rag-doll. “Don’t you think, sweetie?”
“Mmmm-hhhh,” Staci purred, wrapping her arms around the woman and snuggling in close. Though they’d only just met, Mary was the closest thing she had to a friend at the moment, and Staci was so overwhelmed, she was only too happy to place herself in the woman’s hands.
Already nearly asleep again, Staci hardly noticed when Mary brought her into the large nursery, clearly made for an adult rather than an actual child. I didn’t know she even had a Daughter,Staci thought with a vague sense of disquiet.
But, hovering on the edge of sleep, she was simply unable to hold onto the thought, and it quickly fell away. Almost before she knew it, she was being tucked into the crib in the back corner of the room.
Bending down, Mary planted a big wet kiss on her forehead, then leaned back to gaze at Staci with a warm smile, stroking her cheek tenderly.
“I just know you’ll feel better after a little nap, honey,” she said, sliding the railing up and locking it in place. “Don’t you worry about a thing, babykins. You just rest your little head and let Mommy figure it out... OK?”
“’Kay,” Staci replied sleepily, yawning as she drifted off, with only one cloud darkening her mind before she fell asleep:
Did she just call herself ‘Mommy?’
