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Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 24
🕑 Added 2023-03-29 16:01:01 +0000 UTCMonserrat gets access to two whole Greek societies of ABDLs - but first she's got a type A babygirl to deal with!
Meanwhile, Camila's at the end of her punishment... but not the end of her guilt, or awkwardness with her girlfriend.
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There hadn’t been so many Delta-G sisters gathered in one room since the party after Frosh initiation. The formal dining room and living room had been joined by the removal of wooden wall panels, leaving a series of pillars where the wall normally stood. There was a clear divide among the sorority as to if the gathering constituted a party or not. The “occasion” was Bernardo from the Delta-B house visiting in full baby regalia, which had a lot of Delta-Gs dressed up in their finest Little gear. As a reminder of the way she’d screwed up, Camila wasn’t feeling the festive mood. She’d joined the minority of sisters – and the Heathers – in dressing a bit more nicely than her usual. The calf-length dress she wore had the advantage of covering the diaper she was still required to wear.
Her only regret with her dress was that it was a bit on the frumpy side, unlike the hot black sheath dress her girlfriend was wearing. Belén had gone all out with big hoop earrings and a full face of makeup in what Camila guessed was a power move against the Heathers. She doubted her girlfriend had intimidated the senior sisters, but they seemed impressed with the Spanish girl at least.
“Here he comes!” Octavia called out by the door. “He’s got a mommy with him though – I thought he was gay.” The most gossipy of the sisters crowded the front windows, while Camila hung back from the shameful display.
“They shouldn’t be punishing him anyway.” Camila groused quietly to Belén. “Plus, if we’re supposed to be pro-ABDL, what kind of punishment is dressing like a baby anyway?”
“I think it’s because he’s supposed to be a daddy instead of a baby.” Belén hitched the black and white diaper bag she’d purchased up on her shoulder. “Though as much as you enjoy it, it doesn’t give me surprise that you’d be confused.”
“That bag – are we doing a baby-date tonight?”
“If you want to. I’d like to redeem myself and do it better.”
The front door opened, putting their conversation on hold. A general cheer went up as Bernardo stepped in and doffed his trench coat. He’d more than gone all out, from the soft blue onesie with white teddy bear print he was wearing to the actual bonnet on his head. A massive diaper had him a bit straddle-legged, and he put a pacifier in his mouth as soon as the coat was off. Even his cheeks were painted with blush! Camila cheered too, trying to sound excited and drown out the more derisive hoots from some of her sisters.
The woman alongside Bernardo was something else. She stood considerably taller and a bit wider than the baby-boy, despite his bear-physique. Not that she had so much of a pound of fat on her that Camila could see. Muscles were evident under her dark skin wherever skin showed – considering her sleeveless house dress and bare legs, quite a lot was showing. Though there were as many eyes on her as there were on Bernardo, she moved confidently alongside the baby boy, holding his hand.
“Hello Monserrat, who do you have here?” Heather Lambert asked.
“Bernardo is here for playtime.” Another cheer followed the mommy’s statement, drowning out whatever Heather said in response. The way Heather pointed was clear enough, Bernardo stepped obediently into a large playpen the sorority had set up with a plastic fence surrounding several mattress pads.
It seemed like too much, nervous bubbles roiled in Camila’s stomach. She hadn’t joined a sorority to be cruel to people – no matter what people thought of Greek life. Her anxiety must have been evident, because Belén squeezed her hand. She looked up at her girlfriend, surprised to see a bit of nervousness on Belén’s face. Is the party making her feel out of her element, or is she nervous about comforting me? That was a perfect caregiver response, she’s doing great.
Noise filled the room as the baby girls of Delta Lambda Gamma surged over the playpen fence to join Bernardo. After carefully studying his face, Camila was relieved to see that he seemed to be enjoying himself. A party with other Littles was a far cry from the on-stage humiliation she’d expected for Bernardo – though from the smirk on all three Heathers’ faces, at least some public babying was coming.
“Do you want to join in?” Belén patted Camila’s padded rear.
“Not this time.” Camila squirmed. “I know this is about Bernardo, but it still feels like part of my punishment.”
“But you would, if it wasn’t a bad reminder?”
“They look like they’re having a lot of fun.” Camila ducked her head as a blush rose to her cheeks. “Is that too weird?”
“No – but I’m not sure what I would do.” Belén looked around awkwardly as another mass-migration of Delta-Gs began. Those sisters not in the playpen or caregiving were on their way to the food and drinks set out on tables along a wall. Unusual for a Delta-G party, alcohol was in abundance – probably so that the Heathers could make a big deal out of Bernardo not being allowed any.
“I don’t know what to do right now either. We could just leave.”
“Hold that thought, the new lady is coming our way.” Belén flashed a smile at Monserrat. At first, Camila was mystified as to why Monserrat had singled the two of them out, until a glance around revealed that they were the only two at the party neither playing nor in line for food.
“Hi, I’m Monserrat Navarrete.”
Obviously bemused by the businesslike way that Monserrat was holding out her hand, Belén took it and shook. “Belén. I’m not one of the sisters, but my girlfriend Camila is.”
Monserrat shook Camila’s hand, with a glance downward that was probably evaluating the fullness of Camila’s skirt around her rear. Before Monserrat could potentially ask questions, Camilla interjected with, “Hi! What’s your deal if you’re not with the sorority? Are you and Bernardo together?”
“Nope, I’m actually an adult babysitter for hire.” Monserrat chuckled. “I don’t get a lot of jobs for Little boys, but I think that’s because most of my clients have been girls so far. Maybe that’ll change now that I know there’s an ABDL fraternity on campus. I didn’t know about either of these houses.”
Hah, take that, Heathers! The secret is safe. Camila grinned. “So you take care of Littles – when their mommies are out of town or something? What’s your rate?”
“I’ve got all kinds of clients, certainly I handle caregivers being out of town, but I also have clients that don’t have a caregiver, or who need a bit of extra care.” Monserrat casually followed that statement with her hourly rate, which made both Belén and Camila blanch.
“Jolines, you’re doing well for yourself,” Belén said. “I was going to ask about hiring you, but that’s too much for me.”
Camila peered at her girlfriend in surprise. “What were you going to hire her for?”
“For you, because…” Belén blushed. “Our first date with you being Little was a bit of a mess. I was hoping to learn something.”
“Aww, that’s adorable.” Monserrat grinned. “I’d be happy to share a few tips with you at the party if you like. It doesn’t look like Bernardo is going to need me with all the sorority girls swarming him. I’ve already clocked out of that job.”
“You should give us a discount!” Camila’s grin was full of bravado. Am I really doing this? Yes! “It’d be a proof of concept for the girls here. I’ll tell everyone in my sorority if you do a good job.”
“I don’t usually have trouble finding clients,” Monserrat said, smirking. “And it’s not like I have nothing else I could do with this time.”
“But you didn’t know about all the people at this sorority and the fraternity, and they don’t know about you.” Camila put her hands on her hips. “Lots of girls were excited to find out about you today, but they’ll forget fast. You need someone who’ll keep your name fresh in people’s minds. Someone persuasive, like me! After all, I’m already persuading you.”
Monserrat laughed with a lovely, full throated sound as Camila wrapped up her argument. The big babysitter stepped in to hug Camila, which the diapered girl considered as good as a handshake for sealing the deal.
“You’ve got a good one, Belén.” Monserrat said, ruffling Camila’s hair.
“Believe me, I know.” Belén grabbed Camila from behind and squeezed her until she squeaked in protest.
“How much of a discount was that speech good for?” Camila grinned at Monserrat. “If it’s too high, I’m going to have to persuade you more.”
“You get the full discount, I’ll babysit you a couple of hours on the house.” Monserrat held up her hands in surrender. “On the condition that you be open to a playdate with my Little girl if and when she’s ready to participate in one.”
“Done!” Camila grinned. “Uh, what now?”
“Normally that’s something my client decides. As I recall, it was Belén who originally talked about hiring me, which makes her the client.” Monserrat deliberately rested her elbow on Camila’s head and turned to Belén. “Now then, Ms.…?”
“Padilla.”
“Ms. Padilla, what sort of babysitting does your Little girl need?”
“Hey!” Camila’s dodge out from under Monserrat’s arm was successful – but being lifted onto the big woman’s hip caught her flat footed. Being casually held by an arm under her butt like a toddler left Camila’s mouth gaping without any words to fill it.
Belén giggled. “As you can see, she is quite the handful. She wears diapers all the time too. I’m new to being a – mommy – and I would like to observe you with her. Would you help me watch her at this party?”
“I’d love to.” Monserrat hefted Camila on her arm. “Feels like there’s a bit of squish on her butt, can you show me her room so I can get her changed?”
“It’s this way.” Belén grinned. “I think a change of clothes would be good too.”
“Wait a minute, nobody said anything about putting me in baby clothes for the party.” Camila tried leaning away from Monserrat, only to be pulled in more tightly. Without breaking her stride, Monserrat fished a pacifier out of her diaper bag, tore open the plastic wrapper with her teeth, and put the soother to Camila’s lips.
It wasn’t that Camila accepted the pacifier because she wanted one. The shiver that ran up her spine at Monserrat’s effortless caregiving dominance made resisting impossible. Monserrat put Camila down on her bed with only a hint of effort in her expression, which – though it proved she was human – was still impressive enough for Camila to lie back passively.
“I’m guessing you don’t have a lot of experience changing Camila’s diapers yet.” Monserrat worked Camila’s dress up and off her body expertly. Even Betty was clumsy at stripping clothes off a grown woman, Monserrat was giving Heather Lambert a run for her money in the mommy department.
“No, it is still awkward for us.” Belén took a seat by the bed, watching with an odd expression as Monserrat stripped Camila’s bra off.
You’re the one who wanted this, I hope you’ll say something if you stop being okay with it! Camila stared intently at Belén’s eyes, glad that she didn’t see any discomfort or hurt, and resolved to keep a close eye on her girlfriend.
“I don’t know about you, but I like to strip my Little girl down completely when I change her, like this.” Monserrat rubbed Camila’s belly. The sensation was ticklish instead of sensual, sending Camila squirming. “It reminds both of us that we get sexy feelings from this kind of thing. With my clients, like in this situation, it helps me think of the Little girl as being the age she’s acting.”
“Oh, good! Because, it is sexy for Camila and I – though it’s still new – and I wasn’t asking you to…”
“I promise I don’t hit on my clients unless they hit on me first, and even then I have some very firm boundaries.” Monserrat nodded. “Stripping your Little girl, that you’re dating or not, is also a good reminder of who’s in charge. I put a pacifier in this one’s mouth when she protested because baby girls don’t get to choose their clothes.”
“I’m liking this more and more.” Belén’s eyes sparkled as she reached out to push the pacifier back into Camila’s mouth. “The chupete stays in, Camila. Be a good girl for me and your babysitter.”
The shivers that left prickling sweat across Camila’s skin had nothing to do with being tickled. Between her girlfriend and babysitter, she’d rarely felt so helpless. She was inescapably trapped – to her overwhelming delight. All it took was Monserrat tearing her diaper tapes to make Camila’s heart beat like a drum.
“I don’t usually make the cleanup sexy – most people don’t think it is, and anyway you have to do it properly. You don’t want your Little girl getting a rash.” Monserrat unceremoniously splayed Camila’s legs open and wiped her down with quick, sure strokes. “You can leave her butt on the diaper for this part, in case she has an accident while you’re changing her.”
“That’s good advice.” Belén caressed Camila’s cheek tenderly. “This one has real accidents sometimes.” A full-body blush spread across Camila’s skin, beginning with her cheeks.
She’d worried about Belén being uncomfortable with the experience, but was starting to wonder if she should be worried in the other direction. Either way, the deep embarrassment that flooded her left only two ways out. She could – of course – call the game off and take a break or end things for the day entirely. Not for a moment did she worry that either woman would try and force her to stay babied. Breaking the mood was the last thing Camila wanted. The other option was to sink into Littlespace, which felt especially welcoming and safe in Monserrat’s care.
Silly giggles spilled out from behind Camila’s pacifier as Monserrat lifted her ankles to wipe down her butt. This is the fastest I’ve gone from meeting someone to them touching my butthole. The thought threw Camila into more giggles, which only calmed when Belén scooted onto the bed and made her lap a pillow for the Little girl’s head.
“Perfect.” Monserrat smiled at Belén. “Now, I’m doing a platonic change, but if you want to make it sexy, the lotion is the best time to do that. Sexy or not, make sure you get it everywhere. If you two like spanking as much as it looks like from Camila’s butt, you may want to use a numbing lotion back there.”
“That’s not me.” Belén’s voice was more tense than Camila expected, she looked up at her girlfriend in worry. “Camila got in trouble with her sorority and the punishment was a lot of spankings. I don’t agree with it – but Camila did.”
“Then that part’s between you two, as long as the spankee is consenting.” Monserrat slid a fresh diaper under Camila’s butt. “Make sure you get the diaper under her before you put on the powder. It’s optional to put the lotion on before or after the new diaper goes under. When you wrap her diaper around her, make sure her butt is down and anchored, not wiggling. That’ll make it a lot easier to set the tapes – like so.”
“This is very helpful, thank you,” Belén said. “I’m still not confidant, but at least I know what to do.”
“Practice will make you confidant. Go ahead and grab an outfit for her.” Monserrat scooped Camila up onto her lap. “While she’s doing that, it’s time to check in with our baby girl. How’re you feeling, Camila?”
Like the good girl she always – almost always – was, Camila waited for Monserrat to take her pacifier out before responding. Too Little to worry about her nakedness, she fitted herself against Monserrat’s chest and nuzzled her babysitter’s collarbone. “I feel good, Monserrat. Your name is big, like you’re big. Don’t you have a smaller one?”
“My friends, and some of the Little girls call me Monchi.” Monserrat chuckled. “You’re welcome to call me that.”
“Monchi?” Camila nodded her approval. “What do the other Little girls call you?”
“Some of them use my full first name. The ones that are in trouble have to call me Ms. Navarrete.”
A nervous squirm worked it’s way up from Camila’s butt to her shoulders. She did not want to be in trouble with a babysitter as formidable as Monserrat, and pitied the dumb babies who’d managed that feat. Her eagerness to please had her promptly raising her arms for the pale yellow toddler dress that Belén found in the Little section of her closet. Hand in hand with both her caretakers, Camila toddled out to the party.
From a Little perspective, the party felt much more welcoming. To begin with, Camila was not in trouble. Her spankings were all done, being diapered was normal when she was Little, and neither of her caregivers had told her that they were upset. Thus, she was free to banish the anxiety that had plagued her earlier, in favor of begging her babysitter for sweets. To her horror, Monserrat hesitated, allowing that she wasn’t sure if Camila was supposed to have sweets.
“But it’s a party!” Camila bounced worriedly on her toes, desperate to make Monserrat understand the gravity of the situation. “You have to have sweets at a party.”
“Hmm, that sounds like something made up.” Belén’s betrayal of Camila’s sweets agenda left the Little girl breathless.
“I don’t think they’d have them out if nobody was supposed to have them.” Monserrat chewed on her lip. “I’ll tell you what, Cammie. If you eat a whole hot dog, AND drink a glass of water, you can have a slice of cake.”
“I’ll do it! You’ll see, I’ll eat it super fast!”
“No you don’t.” Belén laughed, catching Camila before she could scamper off. “You’re going to eat slowly so you don’t get a stomach ache.”
“Well said. Why don’t you grab a seat for the two of you?” Monserrat nodded toward the sorority’s collection of comfy chairs. They’d been pushed up against a wall and were largely ignored at the moment. The paper plates scattered around them on the floor were mute testament to the horde of hungry Delta-Gs that’d recently used them.
Taking a seat on her mommy’s lap, Camila’s plan was to ignore Belén’s advice, and hork a hotdog down as fast as she could. Immediately her strategy was ruined when Belén took the food out of Camila’s hand. Sitting on and next two a pair of gorgeous ladies, diapered and being hand fed – Camila found she had nothing to complain about. The brain-tingling power of sugar made a case for complaining about not having enough cake, but Camila couldn’t dismiss the sheer bliss of her situation.
The real blow came when Monserrat declared her time to be up. It was far too soon, by Camila’s reckoning, though Belén assured her that it had indeed been two hours. Tearfully, Camila followed Monserrat to the door. The final tactic in Camila’s playbook was to hug Monchi and refuse to let her go, but her new babysitter was as much a pro in that situation as she was elsewhere. Camila found herself in a wonderful, crushing hug – then tucked against her girlfriend before she realized how she’d gotten there.
“Thanks Monchi.” Camila grinned. “This was super fun, and I think Belén had fun too! Please come back some time, and invite me over to play with your Little girl. What’s her name?”
“I’ll tell you her name when she agrees to the playdate.” Monserrat smiled and patted Camila’s head. “She goes to this school and she’s shy. I’m glad you had fun, I did too. Thanks for letting me watch your Little girl, Belén.”
“Thank you!” Belén squeezed Camila happily. “I’ll put your lessons to good use.”
As the door closed behind Monserrat, Camila turned to look at her girlfriend. “If you don’t want me to be Little anymore, it might take me a bit but…”
Belén silenced Camila with a kiss. “This is the cutest I’ve ever seen you. I’m not letting you out of being Little just yet, I want you to myself for a while.”
“Okay!” Camila sighed in relief, snuggling up as close as she could get to her girlfriend. “What do we do now?”
“You need a change.” Belén gave Camila’s admittedly heavy diaper a squeeze and lowered her voice to add, “It will be the sexy kind.”
Blushy and happy, Camila scurried behind Belén to her room. As far as being a capstone for her punishment, the party had turned out perfectly. Lying on her bed, squirming under her girlfriend’s expert hands, Camila felt her guilt finally evaporate. She’d served her time and taken all her spankings like a good baby – and it was time to reap the good baby rewards. The first of those rewards came when Belén shucked her dress. Camila worked her tongue across her mommy’s gorgeous breasts until the room was every bit as noisy as it had been during her spankings.
Comments
We have see Monchi in all these rolls throughout all of these stories. I would love to see her in the role of narrator for the next JAM. Like she is reciting a story to Jenny from when she got hired to escort Bernardo to getting "persuaded" to babysit Camila the end where Camila talks about wanting to do a play date with Jenny
A playdate with Cam and Jenny would be interesting. Two Littles with different perspectives. Cammy wanted to be Little from day one. It’s taken a bit but Jenny wants it to. With Jenny she is scared still I think over wanting it so much. She might be afraid to let go or her Jenna side telling her it isn’t right. What I’m sensing is, and this is just my personal opinion here, Cammy is a lot more at ease going Little than Jenny. I feel Jenny can go pretty deep into Littlespace but I don’t think she has come to terms with how much she enjoys it or how easy it is for her to get there. Not yet anyway. Because of this I think a better play date would be Briana. She had some issues herself on being taken care of. Maybe an adult conversation would work better. Jenna is the one that needs convincing. Now I could be wrong in all of this because a lot has happened in the Ardentverse. There is a lot of stories from there so I might be missing something that was said of done. If I am I’m sorry. Whatever @Sol decides to do I know it will be great. On another note. Starting tomorrow. Thursdays are my favorite day of the week. Can anyone guess why?
Next JAM chapter a play date!!
Same Monchi is still my favorite character from these stories.
Excellent chapter as usual Sol. I’d love to see a Cammy/Jenny play date.
