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Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 20
🕑 Added 2023-02-01 17:00:16 +0000 UTCDidn't Camila and Belén say they were going to take things slow? I guess the power of ladyboners compelled them. :D
No Amanda in this chapter, it's a super long one and she did not fit! The bonus friend-complication you voted for will appear in the next chapter.
Also, this story has officially passed 100k words!
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The majesty of Fall had officially faded from campus, leaving the trees bare and the sidewalks covered with brown leaf muck. Camila had always welcomed the onset of winter, otherwise known as the holiday season. College was making it difficult for Camila to anticipate the upcoming festivities. For one thing, there were a lot of tests between Camila and vacation – tests with terrifyingly outsized impacts on her grades. The other reason for Camila’s heavy heart was Belén.
It felt silly – bordering on stupid – for Camila to resent her girlfriend. She’d lurked on ABDL communities for years and read countless stories of ugly breakups. Those stories made her well aware of how lucky she’d been with Belén’s reaction. To not only keep Belén as a girlfriend, but have her want to participate in ABDL play, was worth getting excited about.
I’m tired, is all. Camila sighed as she rounded the towering octagon of Marroquin hall. The campus’ largest dorm was a hive of activity as always. Not for the first time, Camila wondered what it would have been like to not Rush, get a regular dorm room, and be part of the wider University community. She’d be living a hundred feet from her girlfriend’s dorm instead of across campus, and wouldn’t have told her about wearing diapers to boot.
Belén wanted to talk again, which was – good. Camila knew she should be celebrating negotiation, communication, and all the other -tions of relationships. Talking would keep their relationship strong – or so everyone said. The problem was that they’d had been so many serious discussions that thinking about Belén made Camila wince.
The gargoyles of Giselle Rasmussen hall looked down on Camila in what seemed like pity. Rolling her eyes at herself for being overdramatic, Camila walked through the old brick building at a brisk pace. Let’s get this over with. Maybe we can go on a nice date or something after, as a palate cleanser.
When Belén answered her door, Camila’s mood lifted immediately. Seeing her girlfriend was always good for a burst of joy, but Belén had clearly dressed to impress. Her bra was fitted high and her neckline was low. Under the Spanish girl’s short skirt she wore authentic nylons. Camila was impressed, she’d never had the confidence or patience to wear nylons.
“¡Hola Querida!” Belén pulled Camila into the room and kissed her passionately. It was such a return to the beginning of their relationship that Camila was thrown into emotional whiplash. Not that she held back. An enthusiastic girlfriend was something Camila was going to take advantage of – questions could wait.
“Hola.” Camila smiled dreamily as the kiss ended. She cuddled close to Belén, relishing the tender way she was being held.
“I missed you.” Belén went in for another kiss and Camila yielded to it. The thought that Belén might simply be horny stuck Camila – a possibility that made her heart dance. It didn’t explain why Belén had framed the invite as a need to talk, but with Belén’s tongue in her mouth and her hands on Camila’s breast and hip, she – did – not – care.
Camila gasped when Belén’s hand slipped under her waistband and across her bare rear. She arched her back as that hand plunged down her butt to touch between her legs – and whined when Belén’s hand was just as quickly withdrawn.
“Your diaper is dry – you’re a good girl.” Belén grinned at Camila.
Confusion reigned in Camila’s mind. She stared at Belén like a deer in the headlights, even as her body took her girlfriend’s words and ran with them. Camila’s mouth was dry – but her diaper had suddenly acquired a wet spot. Heart pounding, Camila struggled to find a response. Is she being flirty about my diapers now? What’s going on? Does she want me to play along – and if so, how much?
“I know it’s a bit of a waste, but I want to take that one off you and put you in one myself.” Belén was so far off-script from their regular conversations, that Camila was giving serious consideration to the idea that she’d passed out on the walk over and was dreaming the whole interaction.
“O-okay, I didn’t bring more than one spare but…”
“No te preocupas.” Belén spun Camila about and set her deftly on the bed. “I bought some diapers. Lie down and let me change you.”
“I uh-uh-uh-uh….” Camila wished she had a pacifier in her mouth to stem the tide of dumb noises that flowed out of her.
Though Camila’s thoughts were still in chaos, her heart soared when Belén stripped her of her baggy jeans and patted her pastel pink diaper. A blush to rival the night Heather had put Camila in a diaper burned on her cheeks, when Belén tore her diaper tapes. Lying on Belén’s bed with her legs open and a diaper under her made Camila’s head throb – and gave her a matching pulse between her legs.
“Do you have time to go on a date tonight?” Belén stroked Camila’s thighs.
“Yes, I was hoping we would. I didn’t expect – expect…”
“Good! I will be babysitting you until I get you home.” Belén caught Camila’s calves and lifted them, leaning in to inspect her private parts. “First I want to make sure that your Mommy is keeping you clean.”
“Wha-what? Betty’s a good Mommy, she does a great job.” Camila trembled with anticipation, embarrassment, and indignation.
“You’re right. I don’t see any rash, and you’re clean everywhere.” Belén’s thumb slid along Camila’s rear, nearly brushing her star. Camila’s only response was a strangled noise made of an incoherent response and a moan tangled together. Nor did she have any words when Belén proudly displayed a brightly colored Missy Mousey diaper. When Camila lifted her hips to accept the new diaper, she shoved a thumb in her mouth. Better to silence herself than start speaking in tongues.
“Niñita, you shouldn’t suck your thumb. Try this instead.” Belén reached for the bag from which she’d retrieved the diaper and produced a pacifier. That’s it, I’m dreaming, Camila thought, as she exchanged her thumb for the pacifier. It was an adult-sized model – with a shield the same shade of pink as Camila’s usual diapers.
Camila was glad for the full size nipple on her pacifier when Belén applied lotion and powder. All her anxiety went into sucking furiously on the soft rubber between her lips. It took until Belén carefully taped the Missy Mousey diaper on her for Camila to believe that she was experiencing reality.
“¡Cielos!That is more cute than I expected. I enjoyed putting on your diaper.” Belén sounded oddly surprised, considering the gusto with which she’d put Camila in a diaper. Not that Camila was going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“It’s strange to be the only one talking. Are you waiting for me to take your pacifier out before you talk?” Belén giggled at Camila’s bashful shrug. “Seems so. Well, I’m not taking it out yet.”
With her loins burning, Camila remained silently submissive while Belén dressed her in her jeans. Camila stood quietly for Belén to put coat on her, lost in a fog of ecstasy. Watching Belén go through her purse to put her phone and ID in a diaper bag made Camila quiver. It was all happening too fast – her heart wouldn’t stop pounding. She leaned against the desk to steady herself while Belén found a warm hat and gloves to put on Camila.
Finally, Belén popped the pacifier out of Camila’s mouth. In an unknowing echo of Betty, Belén tucked Camila’s pacifier into her bra. Of course they both keep it there, Camila thought. God bless buxom ladies.Belén threw on a long coat and scarf before taking Camila’s hand.
“Don’t let go of my hand when we’re walking, querida.” Belén shrugged the diaper bag on her free shoulder. It could pass as an unfashionable backpack or satchel to most college students – but the Delta-G sisters would know it instantly. The bag Belén had chosen was a fairly popular one at the DLG house.
“Okay. Where are we going?” Camila squeezed Belén’s hand nervously.
“Somewhere fun! You liked the rides from our fiesta date – it will be something like that.” Without further ado, Belén lead Camila out of her dorm. Their first stop was the blue alarm light between Giselle hall and Marroquin hall.
“Do you see this blue light, querida?” Belén waited for Camila to nod before she added, “There are lots of them on campus. If we get separated for any reason, and you’re outside, you go to the nearest one of these and stay there until I find you.”
What the hell is happening? Camila’s vision was dark around the edges, she felt like she could faint at any moment. Signs of her distress must have showed on her face, because Belén’s brow furrowed in concern.
“Are you well, Camila?”
“It’s so much.” Camila forced out a few words at a time between gasps. “So fast. I didn’t expect you – all this.”
“I wanted to – play – the way you like. Am I doing it wrong?”
“No! No, no, it’s – it’s good.” Oh my God it’s so good. Camila took a deep breath, feeling precious oxygen return to her brain. “You surprised me – a lot.”
“Do you still want to go on a date with – your babysitter?” Belén brushed her knuckles across Camila’s cheek. “We can return to my room if you need.”
I am not going to miss this chance! “I’m really excited for our date!”
“Good, because my roommate is going to be home soon – but I would have found us a place to be. I like how this makes me feel – protective of you.”
“Uh – uh – what should I call you? Do you want a babysitter name or do I just say Belén?”
“You could call me senorita Padilla – actually no, that feels bad.” Belén chewed on her lip. “How about you call me Belén until we think of something better – but if you want to mix in saying niñera sometimes, that could be cute.”
Most people on campus won’t know the Spanish word for babysitter, that could work. I’ll be careful to say it when there aren’t people nearby, anyway. Camila nodded. “Okay, niñera.”
Belén laughed. It seemed like a nervous laugh to Camila, but her girlfriend’s smile never faltered. They made their way along the brightly lit campus paths amongst other couples and groups for a while – until Camila felt brave enough to ask a question.
“Um ni-niñera, what do we do if I need to – to uh…”
“That’s not for the baby girl to worry about,” Belén said casually, but quietly. “I’ll check your diaper sometimes. If you need changing, I will do it.”
“R-really?” Camila squeezed Belén’s hand tightly. “You don’t have to.”
“I put you in that diaper – I will change it.” Belén’s firm tone sent a tingle down Camila’s spine. She nodded obediently and tried to put the matter from her mind. That was easier said than done – especially after dinner, when she already had some pressure in her bladder.
Riotous chatter and laughter ahead brought Camila attention out of her thoughts and onto the building ahead of them. The campus ice rink was full of students inside and out. A banner across the door announced Ice Rink Bumper Cars, courtesy of the Delta Lambda Beta house. Hollow nervousness grew inside Camila as they approached the building. The Delta-Bs would know Belén’s diaper bag for what it was just as well as the Delta-Gs would – how long until someone assumes Belén is a Delta-G and says something they shouldn’t?
There didn’t seem to be a way to refuse to enter the rink, short of flat out ending the date. Camila entered behind her niñera with her head on a swivel for any Delta-Bs. She so was consumed by her paranoid scanning, that she didn’t realize they were at the concession counter until Belén put an oversized soda in her hands. Sixty four ounces of what looked like caffeinated soda stared Camila in the face. She released her bladder in defeat, warming her diaper for what the first – but surely not last time of the night.
“Let’s sit at a table and drink while we go over the safety rules, querida.” Belén snagged a printed rules list from the counter and found a table easily enough. The tables were the only part of the rink that wasn’t crowded – most students were on the ice or too excited to want to sit.
“Niñera – I don’t usually drink soda late at night like this.”
“I know, it’s a treat.” Belén grinned. “Make sure you drink it all, we’re not going to play on the ice until you’re finished with your drink. Now, pay attention, it says here you have to keep your hands on the handles at all times…”
Sitting on soggy padding and listening to safety rules had Camila tumbling toward Littlespace. She knew she should resist getting into her Little headspace in public, but couldn’t remember exactly why. By the time her massive soda was half gone, Camila had a full belly and a freshly-wet diaper. What happens if I leak? Belén didn’t bring a second set of pants. Is she really going to check me often enough?
There was so much panic and uncertainty in staying big, while Littlespace beckoned with uncomplicated comfort. The last of Camila’s resolve crumbled along with her adult mindset. Little Camila took a big gulp of her soda and rattled the ice. “¡Niñera!Can we play now? My tummy’s full.”
Belén stared at Camila for a moment in silence. Camila stared back, oh, she hasn’t heard my Little voice before. Luckily, Belén laughed and nodded. “If you’re full, you drank enough.”
On the way to the bumper cars, Camila shifted her legs apart so her waddling steps could better accommodate the bulk between her legs. The bumper cars were heavy rubber innertubes, round on one side but shaped like a rounded square on the other. The thick, squared-off portion had a plastic seat strapped to it. Heavy-duty foam padding made a thick barrier on the outside of the chair. Once in the chair, Camila found a pair of handles within easy reach. Belén put a pair of rubber slippers over Camila’s shoes, buckled her seatbelt, and set her feet on the ice inside the tube.
The moment Belén got into her own tube and told Camila she could play, Camila was cackling hysterically. The rubber booties gave her enough purchase to get her tube moving, it picked up speed quickly as its momentum increased. Her first foray across the rink had her bouncing off another tube and sideswiped by a third tube on the rebound. In trying to turn around, she discovered that she could go backwards much faster – at the cost of having no idea of who or what was in her path.
As far as Camila was concerned, trading vision for speed was a win-win. She was randomly bouncing off other students’ tubes in rapid succession, giggling until her sides hurt. Laughter was the dominant sound on the rink. Immersing herself in silly fun with a crowd of college kids submerged Camila deeper into Littlespace. She didn’t care that she was panting like a bellows or that her diaper was dangerously swollen, she only wanted to slide fast and go bump-bump!
Little energy or not, Camila’s stamina left a lot to be desired. Belén collected her Little girl by the side of the rink when the burning in Camila’s legs outweighed her lust for speed. Camila clung to Belén to steady her wide-legged waddle. Belén’s hand on her butt made Camila grin and stick her hips out for a proper squish.
Since she had total faith in her niñera, Camila paid no attention to their destination. Her focus was split between enjoying the happy people around her, and trying to think of a subtle way to get her pacifier out of Belén’s cleavage. On one deep eye-dive into her girlfriend’s cleavage, Camila realized Belén had said something. She looked up at her babysitter, hoping for a repeat, and realized they were at an information counter.
“I’m sorry, what do you need?” Bernardo – one of the Heathers of the Delta-Bs – was behind the counter giving Belén a friendly smile.
“The bathroom – accessible?” Belén blushed. “I’m not sure what the word is…”
“My niñerameans the family restroom.” Camila supplied helpfully.
“¿Oh, en español?” Bernardo grinned. “¿Baño familiar, verdad?”
“Sí.” Belén grimaced nervously. “Where is it?”
“It’s right over there, behind the concession counter.” Bernardo pointed. “I’m Bernardo, with Delta Lambda Beta, by the way.”
“Belén.”
“Are you an exchange student? I didn’t realize the Delta-G exchange program had already started.”
“Exchange program?” Belén stopped in mid-step away from the counter, casting a curious look at Bernardo.
“You’re one of her sorority sisters from Spain, right?” Bernardo nodded his head at Belén’s diaper bag. Bernardo grinned at Camila. “You were quick at picking up a new babysitter, Little girl. Bring her to the next Delta-Lambda Mixer, okay Camila?.”
Camila focused on kickstarting her brain enough to respond to Bernardo’s question. As she summoned adult thought, she felt Belén stiffen. Camila watched Belén’s eyes go wide – a moment later Camila caught up to the thread of the conversation. The bottom dropped out of the diapered girl’s stomach.
“We wouldn’t miss it.” Belén waved nervously as she dragged Camila toward the bathrooms. Each squishy step drove terror into Camila’s heart. What story can I give her? Technically she doesn’t know the sorority’s secret – yet. There has to be a way to explain what Bernardo said…
The relative safety of a locked family restroom dissolved the bashful Littleness that had been masquerading as Camila’s emotional control. She had no idea how to explain away what Belén had heard, and hated the idea of lying to her girlfriend again. It was all Belén’s fault anyway, she was a bad niñera! If she hadn’t pushed Camila into Littlespace without asking, then Camila wouldn’t have let her diaper get so big, and they wouldn’t have had to talk to Bernardo.
Belén was trying to gather her thoughts, or ask something, but Camila had had it with politely dancing around with words. Tears sprung from her eyes, she slid down the wall onto her butt, and wailed for all she was worth. A wet sensation on her legs made Camila cry loudly enough for her voice to ring off the bathroom tile.
“Que tienes? Camila, whatever it is, I’m sorry.” Belén crouched with a worried expression.
“I’m in big trouble because you know my sorority’s secret and it’s my fault! And I already was in trouble about the secret. And I didn’t want to be this Little. And I leaked on my paaaants.” Camila wrapped her arms around legs, sobbing into her knees.
Belén crouched quietly for a moment, speechless. With a sigh, she took a seat next to Camila against the wall and gingerly put her arm around the Little girl’s shoulders. Despite Belén’s status as the person who was totally at fault, Camila put her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“Everyone in your sorority is like you? They wear diapers – and they also have your medical problem?”
“Just the diapers.” Camila sniffled. “They wear for fun only – or most of them do I guess. I don’t know about everybody.”
“I didn’t mean to find out, I – I was surprised that you called me niñera in front of Bernardo.”
I did call her that, didn’t I? Camila wailed again. She was the one at fault now. The Delta-Gs would kick her out – and they’d be right to. “I couldn’t help it. I’m to Li-li-little right now.”
“Right now? You…” Belén took a moment to think and said, “It is like a mind-state? How you say, estado mental?”
“Headspace.” Camila sniffled. “You were – you did so much and – and I couldn’t help it. I started thinking Little. It made the bumper cars really fun but then – now I’m in trouble.”
“Querida, I’m sorry.” Belén squeezed Camila tightly. “I didn’t realize that’s something you did. I thought people online were exaggerating.”
“They aren’t. It’s not – it’s not like I can’t think at all, but it makes some stuff harder and my reactions are off and – and…” Camila lightly punched Belén on the arm. So there! That’s what you get.
“It was too much – what I did?”
“I liked everything you did, but we went from nothing but talking to you – you being a babysitter and diapering me and – I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what you were thinking. Did you have fun?”
“I – had fun for some of it.” Belén sighed thoughtfully. “Especially how happy you were on the bumper cars. That was a big surprise, but a good one.”
“What didn’t you have fun with?”
“Everything outside of my dorm room it felt – like I was being silly. I thought maybe you were laughing at how – como se dice – cheesy I sounded.”
“Cheesy is part of the fun.” Camila sniffled. Littlespace had all but faded away, leaving an intense emotional mess behind. “But we don’t have to do anything like that if you don’t enjoy it.”
“I think it could be fun if I had more confidence. It’s good to know you liked it. It’s fun to order you around – also to take care of you.”
“Speaking of taking care of me – I have a big leak.” Camila said sullenly.
“Of course, let’s get you up.” Belén blanched at the wet spot on Camila’s pants, which had spread nearly to her knees and all across her rear. “There is – so much.”
“You made me drink a huge soda! It’s not fair for you to…”
“Camila, basta, I’m sorry.” Belén blushed. “You’re completely right, this is my doing. I will fix it.”
With a grumpy scowl, Camila folded the changing table down and climbed aboard. Belén’s surprise at the size and sturdiness of the table only worsened Camila’s mood. What was her plan if she didn’t expect the table to be able to hold me? Was she going to change me on the cold tile floor?
Belén stripped Camila’s pants off and tended to them first, running the wet spot under the sink before wringing them out as much as possible. She put Camila’s pants under the hand dryer and turned reluctantly to the changing table. When she peeled Camila’s diaper open, Belén’s face made it clear she was dealing with far more than she’d bargained for. A fresh wave of irritation for Camila was stalled by the way the Spanish girl rolled up her sleeves and set to work.
After dumping Camila’s diaper in the trash without so much as a wrinkled nose, Belén gently wiped her girlfriend down. The depth of her caring focus while using the wipes melted Camila’s heart. Though it was clear Belén was anything but enjoying herself, a soft smile tugged at the corner of Belén’s mouth once she settled into a cleaning rhythm. The last of Camila’s tears dried up at the sensual way Belén’s hands spread lotion across her crotch.
“This part is sexy – I wish we had a better place.” Belén said, running her fingers lightly over Camila’s mound.
Camila bit her lip to stifle a moan while she pressed her sex against Belén’s hand. “We could go to my room – you know everything now so… might as well enjoy it before I have to find a dorm room.”
“Before you – Camila, they’re not going to expel you from the sorority for this, are they?”
“It’s our biggest rule and I broke it!”
“Technically Bernardo did too.” Belén wiped her hands off and stepped over to give Camila a hug. “I will never tell anyone your sorority’s secret. Any oath that your sisters want me to swear, I’ll swear. Con cruz en mano.”
“I don’t know what the Heathers will say.” Camila sighed, clinging to Belén. “I’m sorry I messed up and called you niñera.”
“I’m sorry I did so much that you lost control. I wanted to…” Belén shook her head and took a moment to restart the hand dryer. “Camila, I was sick of talking seriously all the time. I wanted to have some fun – I wanted to enjoy the thing you like.”
An exasperated laugh burst out of Camila like a bark. “I was so tired of talking. We probably should have talked a little more though – before we did something this big in public.”
“You’re right. That’s my fault.”
“Did you – really like it?”
“Much more than I thought I would.” Belén put a fresh diaper under Camila and sprinkled on some perfunctory powder. “I think I would like – to have sex with you, with your diapers.”
Camila shivered and squirmed until Belén had to slap her hip to get her diaper taped up. “That’s so hot. But we can go slowly, whatever you want.”
“I’m full up on slowly.” Belén leaned down to kiss Camila deeply, possessively. “I want to play with you and if something we don’t like happens – then we stop, laugh, and try again.”
“I want that too.”
“We can’t go back to my dorm like this, Ginevra is there for sure by now. Can we really go to your room?”
“I have a roommate too but – she knows all about ABDL. She wears diapers too. I’m sure she’ll give us some privacy if we ask.”
“How much privacy?” Belén smirked.
“Plenty.” Camila giggled.
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It was a long walk to the Delta-G house from the ice rink, fraught with nervous anticipation. Camila barely introduced Belén to her sisters while she made a beeline to her room and shamelessly begged Lamara for a favor. Good-natured as always, Lamara packed up her laptop and left the lovebirds alone.
“I need to check your diaper.” Belén maneuvered Camila up against the wall and pressed her hand flat to the diapered girl’s belly.
Camila swallowed nervously. It’d only been a smallaccident. Expecting her to stay dry after drinking such a huge soda was unfair. She was sure Belén was expecting her to be dry, just as she’d been when they’d met that evening. Belén’s hand slipped downward and found the swollen padding cradling Camila’s sex. The Spanish girl grinned, lightly squeezing Camila’s mound.
“You’re wet so soon after changing? I think you’re a very Little girl. I can’t let you out of these diapers at all.”
Camila whimpered, cradling Belén’s bosom with both hands. “I can’t help it, I…”
“I know.” Belén leaned in and gently bit Camila’s earlobe. “Your niñera will take care of you – starting with this bit right here…” Belén’s finger slide effortlessly inside Camila, catching her so off guard that she moaned like a porn star.
They hit the bed stripping, pants off first for Camila, top first for Belén. A long-denied impulse had Camila snatch her pacifier out of Belén’s bra the moment her girlfriend’s bra was exposed. Belén laughed and shimmied out of her skirt – she had nothing on under her nylons. Moments later they were pressed against each other on Camila’s bed.
Belén’s fingers found an alternate route to Camila’s wet warmth through the legband of her diaper. She plunged two fingers inside Camila without hesitation, making the Little girl gasp at the pleasurable ache. Belén beamed in delight as she alternately silenced her Little’s lusty moans with her breasts or the pacifier.
Guilt and worry faded away in favor of the waves of pleasure surging through Camila’s body. Her entire being revolved around the slick, full sensation between her legs. The only form of expression she had was in sucking on Belén’s breasts – and the moans she could elicit thereby.
A gush of pee escaped Camila, wetting her diaper, Belén’s hand, and Camila’s thigh. She was cringing in shame when Belén whispered huskily, “Don’t pee on me during sex, I’ll spank your butt.”
The mind-melting eroticism of Belén’s statement made Camila bite Belén’s nipple before she realized what she was doing. Her attempt at an apology was drowned by Belén shoving the pacifier in her mouth and rolling her onto her stomach. Belén slapped Camila’s rear vigorously where it peeked out from her skewed diaper. All the while the Spanish girl’s fingers thrust and curled inside Camila until she thought she would go mad.
She was being handled as effortlessly as Betty handled her, but with raw, erotic intensity instead of gentle sensuality. Belén didn’t want Camila’s apologies or explanations, she was disciplining a Little girl who was acting up during sex. Camila bit down hard on her pacifier and screamed through her teeth three times before Belén let her rest.
Not that she rested long. Camila had hardly caught her breath, when Belén tore open the crotch of her nylons and pressed Camila’s mouth against her slit. With reverent fixation, Camila worked her tongue up her girlfriend’s sex and around her button. It took Belén no time at all to go from soft moans to screaming into a pillow. As a testament to how much Belén had been enjoying herself with Camila’s diapered body, her girlfriend’s speedy climax made Camila flush all over.
They passed a sweaty, languid eon with Camila held in Belén’s arms. Finally, the Spanish girl nuzzled Camila’s ear and whispered, “Where do we go from here?”
“We have to talk to the Heathers I guess – I hope we can explain to them together. I guess we should clean up and let Lamara back into the room and…”
“I don’t care about any of that right now.” Belén firmly patted Camila’s rear. “I’m talking about us. How do we – do this? What do you want me to do, what is too much? Do we always play like this, or would you like some times where we don’t mention it?”
“Oh.” Camila squirmed. “Well, people go lots of ways with it, some people have a lifestyle relationship, for some it’s a special once in a while thing, it’s really up to…”
“Silencio.” Belén pinned Camila to the bed – body to body, legs tangled together, hands holding Camila’s wrists. She stared intently into Camila’s eyes and said, “I want to know what you want. Truthfully, completely. I might agree or I might not, but I promise I won’t ridicule you. I’ll never yell like I did on our big fight again.”
“I’ve always wanted – I want…” Camila took a few gasping breaths, staring helplessly at Belén. Her girlfriend’s gaze had her head pinned just as surely as the rest of her body. She had no escape, no way to evade the question. “I’ve always wanted to be someone’s Little girl – to belong to them. Ever since I knew that was something that people do. I – I told you about Betty, how she’s my mommy in the sorority.”
“You said that you and Betty are like girlfriends…”
“We are, but not very serious. Betty and I have sex but we’re not exclusive. It’s different with her – sexy but more maternal. With you – you’re like a fire.”
“What do you want from me that’s different than Betty?”
“Betty and I will never be exclusive, I’ll never be her whole world and she’ll never be mine. I love being her Little, she loves being my Mommy but – I want someone to consume me. I want a Mommy I have to obey all the time. I’m not saying that I want to stop going to school or not work – but I want that relationship to be there all the time, even when it has to be secret.”
“I can’t do that for you, querida, at least not now.”
“I know – I can’t be that yet for you either, even if you wanted it. You asked what I wanted though and – that’s what I want. I think someday I could have it with you – if you want it too.”
“Until then you want me to be your girlfriend and babysitter? To be in my care when we’re together?”
“As – as much as you’re comfortable with.”
“I don’t know how much I can do that. Can we start by deciding that we will or won’t be ABDL, the day before we see each other?”
“So – if I texted you about getting together the next day or a few days out, we’d decide if I’d be your Little, or just Camila that day?”
Belén nodded. “I think that would work for me. Does it work for you?”
“It would if – if you promise to let me know as soon as possible if you change your mind about a day I’m supposed to be Little.”
“I promise.”
“Then are we still – do you want to keep playing now or…”
“Today is a Little day for you.” Belén declared authoritatively. “It’s time to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.”
“Before that – you really like this? I know you had fun tonight but – would you rather be doing BDSM with me or something?”
“I like BDSM a lot, and this is similar. It’s new way to play, which is fun – even when it’s strange. More importantly, it makes you happy.” Belén smiled, “I like to have a girl obey me, but then I like to make her do things that make her feel good.”
Camila giggled. “You’re a service top?”
“No, I’m your niñera, and you’re stalling on your bedtime. Unless I am mistaken, your babysitters are allowed to spank you, correct?”
Camila ducked her head contritely. “Yes Belén, sorry.”
Belén sniffed at the air and cracked the room’s window. “Lay down so I can put a new diaper on you. Do you wear pajamas to bed? Where’s your stuffed animal?”
“Usually I wear pajamas when I’m Little. I don’t really have a stuffed animal of my own, though.” Camila scooted into position, waiting obediently to be changed.
“Oh?” Belén shrugged and tore the tapes on Camila’s diaper. “You know, this diaper is already much easier for me than the first one. I don’t think changing you will be a big problem.”
Camila hugged herself, a smile breaking over her face. “Really?”
“Don’t be too excited. It means you’ll be in diapers a lot.” Belén winked.
“Whatever my niñera says.” Camila nodded.
“You’re a good girl, Camila.” Belén leaned over for a kiss before retrieving another diaper from her bag.
Comments
She's not the first non-Delta-G to find out, no. Though usually the sorority wants people who deserve to know to find out some other way than a Sister blurting it out in an ice rink. 😂 I wanted to shake the story up either way, but I'm glad the votes went this way, I think it was a good way forward for our silly little lovebirds. Camila is still getting her butt paddled, per the latest poll, but at least she's got Belen to soothe her now. "Gee Camila, why do you get TWO Mommies?"
This was really cute and fun! I think the readers were just as relieved to see them dive back into passion instead of tough conversations. You need a balance - as much as this went a little sideways, I think it was the right thing to do. Belen couldn’t understand the full extent of littlespace, etc, without experiencing it. As she said, sometimes you just gotta do it and if it doesn’t work, then you laugh and try something else. Idk that more pre-talk would have helped. And it helped break down some of the remaining walls - I think it’s good and healthy to not have the sorority secret hidden from Belen. It’s important to keep everyone safe and not out them, but it’s also not fair to make someone lie to someone they love. Sometimes you just gotta get over your shame and own it 🤷♀️ I can’t imagine that Belen is the only non-DLG/B to learn the secret 🤫
The next chapter should be very interesting. Camila might not get expelled but I can see her not being able to sit down for awhile. Like Sol said I can see Camila falling on her sword.
@PaulBennett No doubt.
I agree @WickedDark. Another good chapter from a good writer. Camila and Belen are great together. You can really see Belen was trying hard for Cam. They even had a very serious heartfelt talk afterwards so on matters of the heart Camila is doing good. I see storm clouds ahead in other areas though.
Camila fun but it might cost her.
Poor Bernardo has no idea, he still thinks Belén is a Delta-G from Spain... not realizing they don't do fraternities/sororities in Europe.
Paul Bennett
Yes she is. However Bernardo should at least be made aware of the situation he has caused. I wonder if any Rasmussen' will have to get involved?
They are not going to be happy, and honestly Bernardo should bear way more of the blame. Though Camila might decide to fall on her sword and take all the blame - she's a bit martyr-y sometimes.
Belén is giving it her best shot! That first diaper change was rough, but she managed it. :)
Paul Bennett
I imagine there is going to be some heavy fallout from the Heather's for this.
Another great chapter. Camila and Belen are so cute together it makes my heart melt.
