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Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 15
🕑 Added 2022-11-16 23:52:25 +0000 UTCCamila is on the baby / big see-saw going back and forth - and it's a little confusing!
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“Time’s up, baby girl.” Betty patted Camila firmly on the cheek. “Come on Little one, I need you to pay attention now.”
Groaning petulantly, Camila opened her eyes and focused on her mommy. Betty had changed out of her sexy breastfeeding blouse and into a regular t-shirt. Camila did her best to obey, fighting through a fog of bliss. She’d been dozing in a sopping wet diaper, after all kinds of TLC from Betty. Her frilly pink dress had given her silly feelings the moment she put it on, and the stuffie cradled in her arms had just become skin-warm.
Relentlessly, Betty sat Camila up and took the pacifier out of her mouth. Camila yawned and sighed. The Little time she’d gotten had been beautiful, but far too short. In her stupor, Camila had convinced herself that she was going to be able to spend the night with Betty, as they used to do.
Like we did before I had my potty problems. Stupid potty. It makes everything sucky. Camila listlessly lifted her arms so Betty could strip her dress off. Without thinking about what was coming next, she stood at Betty’s command. Having her diaper stripped off while she was standing was jarring. Being handed a wet washcloth by Betty instead of her mommy doing the cleanup herself was a minor wound. The last indignity was being handed a pullup. Mommy didn’t even hold it for Camila to step in.
No sooner did Camila have her regular clothes on than Betty gave her a big hug. Excited for the contact, but confused, Camila clung to her Mommy. “Mommy?”
“No hon. It’s Betty right now.”
“But, I thought when you hugged me…”
“I hug lots of people, even if they aren’t my Little girl.” Betty sighed and sat Camila down on the bed. “You’re upset, hon. Talk to me.”
“It feels unfair.” Camila looked down at her knees. The last of her Littlespace was hard to shake. Because I don’t want to shake it. What she wanted was for Betty to be mommy again. An urge to misbehave welled up in Camila, to be such a bad girl that Mommy would have to give her a spanking.
“Are you upset about how we’re doing this? We agreed that you needed to spend less time being Little.”
“But it’s so short!” Camila couldn’t keep the whine out of her voice, or even moderate it. She leaned into her griping tone with an intensity that would have surprised even her thirteen year old self.
“You wanted your baby time to be really intense. I only have so much time I can do this for.” Betty put her hands on her hips. Though it was a signal that Betty was losing her patience, the gesture made Camila happy. She was craving any kind of mommy attention, even a lecture.
“Then let’s do other times where it’s not so intense. Please? Mom – uh, Betty. Please?”
“You’re not putting a lot of effort into snapping out of Little space, Camila.”
“Can’t make me!” Camila glared at Betty in full brat-mode. Betty sighed. She didn’t look angry. The way her face fell twisted a knife in Camila’s gut.
“You’re right, I can’t. I want to be able to provide aftercare for you and talk about the rest of our week. It can’t be aftercare though, unless you’re able to end the scene.”
Camila burst into tears. I’m the WORST. She was being awful and selfish, hurting her beloved mommy in the process. It’d serve her right if Betty stopped being her mommy on the spot, and never talked to her again.
“Camila, hon. It’s going to be okay.” Betty sat next to Camila and pulled her into a solid hug. It wasn’t a mommy hug though, there was none of the soft, cradling energy of a true Betty hug. The hug was strong and comforting, but from the side. A hug for friends.
“This is so rough on you. Camila, I’m really sorry. I’m here for you. I love you. You’re a wonderful girlfriend, Little girl, and sister. You’re going to be okay.” All the while Betty was keeping up the soothing patter, she stroked Camila’s back.
“I want it so much! Why can’t we be like we were before?” After a hiccupping sob, Camila answered her own question. “Because I’m bad. Because I have accidents.”
“You are not bad. Nobody thinks you’re bad, not even you, not really. I’m going to make you some tea and sit with you for a bit. Let’s not talk for a few minutes.”
A warm cup of tea in her hands helped somewhat. The slow ritual of sipping, enforced by the temperature of the tea, gave Camila something to concentrate on besides her upset heart. Having Betty’s arm around her for the whole cup of tea relaxed Camila until she’d nearly forgotten why she was crying.
“Feeling better?” Betty took the empty cup from Camila and set it aside.
“Yeah, thank you. I’m sorry I made such a huge fuss. Thanks for putting up with me.”
“Not at all. I’m not upset with you. We’re still figuring out how much this affects you, and what the best way is for you to get aftercare when we finish our scenes.”
“I don’t want them to be scenes.” Camila turned her head away, knowing how unfair it was to say as she said it.
“I know hon. But I’m not ready to be anyone’s full time mommy, even someone as lovely as you. You have a girlfriend, and friends, and a college career to attend to, as the capable college girl you are.”
Camila sighed, leaning her head against Betty’s shoulder in what she hoped was a merely-friendly gesture. “I understand, really. But it was hard to stop being Little today.”
“Do you have any ideas why that was?”
“I’m not totally sure but – I think the main difference is that we’re not doing as much sexy stuff anymore. If we’re having sex, there’s at least some grown-up feel to things. When you only treat me as a baby – I go away somewhere.”
“That makes sense. We can change that up for sure. I like playing sexy games with you, hottie.” Betty gave Camila an exaggerated kiss on the cheek.
“I like it too but, Betty…” Camila grabbed one of Betty’s hands and locked gazes with the older girl, “It’s so magical when I’m your baby totally. Is there any way we can do that sometimes? Maybe if we have time for something longer?”
A loving smile started on Betty’s lips, making her cheeks glow and her eyes sparkle. She nodded, and quietly said, “I’d love that. It’s magical for me too.”
“Okay.” Real relief came to Camila’s muscles, finally. Knots in her shoulders that had been there since she started crying released their painful grip. “Let’s talk about the other stuff you wanted to go over.”
“I know you’re not going to like this, but I have to bring it up. We need to discuss your potty training.” Betty smiled kindly as Camila flinched away.
“I know you hate taking about it, but it has to be solved. I’m not trying to be hurtful, but I don’t think potty training is something you can do on your own.”
“Do you have to call it potty training?”
“You really don’t like the I word, but I can call it incon…”
“No! That’s okay. Potty training is fine.”
“Okay. But we need to actually talk, no skipping out like last time. You don’t want a potty calendar, so I’ll keep track for you. You need to tell me if you have an accident. I’ll be sending you reminders to not drink water before bed, and to go to the bathroom regularly during the day.”
“You don’t have to do all that, it’s too much.” Anything would be better than getting constant texts about staying dry. Camila could feel a tightness in her chest, that hadn’t plagued her since she’d middle school.
“I think I do have to do it. Have the last few of days without my intervention have gone fine?”
The vice around Camila’s ribs closed a notch. There was a pile of soggy diapers and pullups in Camila’s bedroom diaper pail. She was stuck admitting her potty failures to herself, without the absolving balm of being Little.
“I – I need help.” Camila felt the words shatter her, leaving the vice around her chest free to grind her shards together.
“I’m here.” Betty’s simple, warm presence held the vice at bay. She wasn’t blaming, angry, or exasperated. There was no pity coming from the older girl. With Betty’s arm around her, Camila was allowed to be shattered, if that’s how she was.
The bigger pieces of Camila welded themselves back together with Betty’s support as a backing. She felt hope, and some loosening of the squeeze in her chest. Camila nodded to Betty, surprising herself with her lack of tears. “Thank you so much. I know this is a lot of work for you.”
“It’s easy work when it’s for you.” Betty kissed Camila on the forehead.
“So that I’m clear on stuff, we’re changing our Little time to be more sexy. I’m also doing – potty training with you. Mostly reminders and – and reporting accidents.” Camila pressed her hands to her knees, focusing on the emotionally fraught situation as if it were just another school assignment.
“That’s right. You get an A+ in listening.”
Camila blushed. “Shut up.”
“I know you’re achievement motivated.” Betty laughed. “Please don’t be upset if you’re not successful right away. The time it takes isn’t part of your grade. You can still get an A if you finish strong, no matter how long that takes.”
“It’s super unfair that you figured that out about me.” Camila stuck her tongue out at Betty. Unfair or not, it was working. She was going to get an A in potty training, no matter what it took! It was a genuine help to have the time pressure taken off, too.
“I’ve got you. Go work on your homework.”
“Thanks Betty.” Camila bonked her forehead gently against the other girl and scampered off.
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It was a proud Delta-G who was staffing the Library reception desk in a dry pullup. Camila felt better than she had in ages, topping even her best times in high school. Which is good, because I am not going to be a basic bitch that peaks in high school!
Wearing pullups was great for her confidence with Belén. She could wear cute jeans and not have to be paranoid that her girlfriend would spot her padding. Dates would require more preparation, but that was a problem for another day.
The most wonderful thing about Camila and Betty’s project was the way it was slowly drawing the venom out of the phrase, “potty training”. Years of wet sheets, arguments with her mother, and storms of crying over wet pants at sports events had infused the phrase with all of Camila’s worst feelings. Betty’s unflappable patience was the perfect antidote.
Though she still hesitated before texting Betty about an accident, Camila hadn’t felt the need to hide one. That’s a first. Mamá would have literally exploded if she’d heard about all of my accidents. I think I told her about a third of them – and she found out about another third.
A familiar face bobbed into Camila’s vision, breaking her out of her thousand yard desk-stare. Amanda leaned on the desk, smiling excitedly. “Hey Camila, how’s work?”
“Good I guess. It’s been a slow night, so there hasn’t been much actual work.”
“Want a distraction?”
“What kind of distraction?”
Amanda leaned close over the desk and whispered, “I wanted to know if you have a diaper I can borrow.”
Doubly blushing, from having her secret aired in public and the implication that she needed full-on diapers at work, Camila whispered back. “I didn’t bring any. I’m not wearing – well I’m only in a pullup.”
“Oh, well do you have a spare one of those? I’ll pay you back for it.”
“Why don’t you just buy some?” Camila frowned.
“That store you told me about makes you ask to get back to the part with the diapers and stuff.” Amanda whinged. Camila gave her friend the most unimpressed look she could muster. Amanda sighed. “It’s embarrassing!”
“Maybe it’s like buying condoms. If you’re not mature enough to buy them on your own, you’re not mature enough to use them.”
“Come on, don’t be so bitchy. Help a girl out.” Amanda rolled dramatically to flop her back on the reception desk.
Camila rolled her eyes. Pullups were slim enough that she could get several in her purse, meaning she always had at least three spares on hand. She held her purse out to Amanda, checking for observers. The desk area was still deserted. “Fine, but be discreet.”
Amanda snatched one and tucked it into her binder. “Thanks! Want to come to the bathroom with me?”
“You’re going to put it on right now? Why do I have to come?”
“It’s a fun thing, I want company. Please?”
Shaking her head, Camila put up a “back in 10 minutes” sign and grabbed her purse. As with most campus bathrooms, the closest restroom was a single-person, disability-compliant affair, with an extremely sturdy changing table on the wall.
As Camila locked the door, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would like to be changed in one of the university bathrooms. By Belén, preferably. Once again, she had to admonish her mind that diapers and Belén were oil and water. Her self-admonishment did nothing to keep Camila’s loins from stirring, especially when she turned around and caught Amanda staring at the pullup.
The ambivalent look of desire on her lab partner’s face was intimately familiar. Camila had stared at many an ABDL picture set with the same expression. Seeing it on another person was sexy and embarrassing, taking Camila right back to those days of browsing ABDL sites and wishing she could join in.
“I guess I can just strip…” Amanda bit her lip before continuing, “you helped put me in a diaper.”
“You mean I helped diaper you.” Camila grinned at the blush she got out of Amanda. If the moment was going to be embarrassing and weird, it could be so for both of them.
“Do you – is that something you want to do? To me?” Amanda wasn’t just blushing, she was flushed. A reflexive glance at the other girl’s chest revealed that her bra was far too thin to conceal her excited nipples.
“Um – is that something YOU want? I thought you’re into guys.”
“I’m am – I think. It’s probably just a spaghetti situation.” Amanda took a shy step back and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down without any suggestive body language.
“A what?”
“You know – spaghetti is straight until it gets wet.” Amanda giggled, doffing her panties. Camila couldn’t help but check them out, noting the damp patch on the red satin.
“You don’t know how much I wish that were true. It would make being Bi so much easier.”
“Oh boo-hoo. You don’t seem to have any trouble finding romance. How many girlfriends do you have now?” Amanda stepped quickly into the pullups and yanked them up her legs. As soon as the padding was snug around her crotch, she shuddered and blushed again.
“Um – two, I think.” Sui Yin doesn’t count, despite that spanking. Plus it would be super gross to date Ginger’s girlfriend’s twin. What if they wanted to double date? Yuck! So there’s only Belén, and Betty, and maybe that cute Delta-B.
“Room for more, huh?” Amanda rubbed her rear and took a few restless steps.
“I don’t know. You’re not hitting on me, are you?”
“N-no. I – I’m sorry. This is so hot, and you’re the only person I can talk to about it. The Alpha-Kais would wreck me if they got even a whiff.”
Camila smiled sympathetically. It hadn’t been that long since she’d been at the edges of the ABDL community, terrified of revealing herself. If I’d known someone who was into diapers then, I’d have tried to get with them. I wish Amanda wasn’t so confusing. She keeps saying she’s looking for a boyfriend, but didn’t she say something about the LGBTQ+ club on our first lab class?
“Do you want to go to the store together sometime?”
“Oh my god! Would you? Really?”
“I’d be curious to see what they have.”
“I hear it’s not just diapers.” Amanda said, leaning against the sink. She still hadn’t put her jeans on. It was hard not to stare, especially with how good the other girl looked in a flower-print pullup. “They have baby stuff but – adult sized.”
Camila’s eyes widened at the intense curiosity on Amanda’s face. The Vietnamese girl looked, if anything, more turned on than when she’d been talking about diapers alone. Amanda caught Camila’s look and whatever she guessed, it probably wasn’t Camila’s actual reaction. With a squeak, Amanda hid her face behind her hands.
“I’m such a freak.”
“No, we’ve been to the same websites. I don’t hate looking at the pictures of the girls in cribs and stuff.”
Amanda peeked out from behind her hands. “If I bought some stuff like that would you like, hang out with me while I wore it?”
Where would we even do that? Is she going to rent a hotel room or something? A look at Amanda’s face made Camila guess that her friend was in full fantasy mode. She could sympathize with the AB fantasies as much as she could the DL ones. Especially with how rarely she got a chance to be Little anymore. A wave of longing for Betty-as-Mommy swept through Camila.
“Maybe.” Camila squeezed Amanda’s arm. “What kind of stuff were you thinking of getting?”
“Big diapers,” Amanda said, staring into the distance. “A stuffed animal and a one-piece pajama set would be nice. Really soft stuff.”
“Yeah, and a pacifier,” Camila said dreamily, caught in her own fantasies. “With my – with someone to mommy me.”
The two girls found themselves entwined in a hug. For all their chemistry earlier, Camila didn’t feel a spark in the hug. Sexy or not, the embrace was dangerously intimate. They’d put too much sincerity in their voices to claim to be ironic or joking.
Gingerly, Camila and Amanda disengaged. Camila rubbed the back of her neck. “I should get back to the desk. It’s been a long break.”
“Yeah, I have to go too.” Amanda hurriedly hopped into her jeans.
“If you want – you can text me when you use your pullup.” Camila smiled gently.
“What makes you think I’m going to – okay, that’d be nice.” Amanda flitted nervously for a moment before giving Camila a chaste, if tight, hug.
“Dispose of it in a trash can that closes and spray some deodorizer in the can before you toss the pullup.” Camila grinned at her friend’s grateful blush and snuck out of the bathroom.
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Dreaming about Betty at the library desk distracted Camila into her first big accident since she’d potty training had begun. Mentally, she was so far away from her post that she didn’t notice she was wet until she got a text from Amanda. Thinking about Amanda in a wet pullup… Or Belén in a wet pullup… had Camila rubbing her butt against her chair. The squish under her butt was a shock.
Checking her text conversation with Betty, Camila saw the last message was about Betty being on a video call with her grandma. It seemed a shame to bother Betty with an accident report during family time – so Camila didn’t. It was Amanda’s weird request that made me have an accident anyway. It doesn’t really count!
It was a flimsy rationalization, and a guilt-inducing one at that. Camila’s half-formed resolution to tell Betty in person was swept away by sorority house chores, dinner, and homework. When time to be Little arrived, Camila was already halfway into Little space and had changed out of her wet pullup.
Camila’s indiscretion was forgotten with all the rest of her cares when Mommy threw her door open and drew the Little girl into a hug. Burying her face in Mommy’s bosom and drinking in Betty’s scent was pure heaven. Betty was in a thin bathrobe that had already lost the battle against her impressive bust. They went from their impatient embrace to gentle kisses that stirred the hairs on the back of Camila’s neck.
“Ready to be my baby girl?” Betty gazed lovingly into Camila’s eyes. When the Little girl nodded, Betty smiled and kissed her again. “Remember, it’s sexy play tonight. You’re my hot little diaper girl too.”
“Yes Mommy.” Camila pressed herself against Betty reverently. “I want to make you feel good.”
“You will, Baby girl. I hope you didn’t talk too much today, your tongue is going to get a workout.” Betty squeezed a delighted squeal out of Camila and set to stripping her, obviously intent on making the most of their limited time.
Though there was a diaper and a Little outfit ready to go on the bed, Betty didn’t put Camila on the changing blanket right away. Their lips met with newly passionate urgency, while Betty’s hands roamed over her Little girl’s naked body. Needy caresses from Camila peeled Betty out of her bathrobe, until her trim body was pressed against her Mommy’s lush curves with no barriers between them.
When Camila made it to the bed, it was on her knees with her lips locked on Betty’s nipples. Mommy had her hand between Camila’s legs, stoking the heat there until the Little girl’s stomach was sore from tensing. As Camila’s moans became whines, Betty pulled her baby girl off her breast and laid her down on the ready diaper.
Whimpering and wiggling, Camila fussed like a baby to have Mommy’s breasts and fingers taken away. Her irrational need carried her easily into a Little mindset. The diaper was a sleek one in a dramatic shade of red. Likewise, Camila’s onesie sported a V-neck that put her unbound breasts on display for Mommy.
Locking mittens trapped Camila’s hands and forced her to rely on her mouth to coax happy sounds out of her mommy. She delighted in kissing Mommy all over, starting by pushing away Mommy’s gorgeous brown curls to kiss her ears. Betty laid back against a pillow and took a gentle handful of Camila’s hair. Mommy’s intermittent tugs guided Camila’s lips down Betty’s neck and across her shoulders.
To Camila’s surprise, Mommy herded the trail of kisses away from her breasts, sending the Little girl’s mouth down her arm instead. When she reached Betty’s hand, Camila was given each of Mommy’s fingers to suck in turn. The heel of Betty’s hand pressed against Camila’s chin as Mommy’s thumb became a salty, dominant pacifier. Pressure built within and without Camila when Betty’s thigh rose between her legs.
Bouncing on Mommy’s thigh, grinding and whimpering around Mommy’s thumb, Camila flooded her diaper at the first hint that she needed to go. The blunt pulsing pressure between Camila’s legs became a slick slide that consumed the Little girl’s mind. Balance was one of the many senses she abandoned in her urge to focus on the magic in her diaper.
The jiggling expanse of Betty’s breasts dominated Camila’s vision as she pitched forward and rested her hands on her Mommy’s soft belly rolls. Drool dripped freely down Betty’s hand as Camila moaned around her Mommy’s intruding thumb. When Camila’s shout of pleasure rippled up from her hips, it was more luck than care, that saved Betty’s thumb from a bite.
The world spun as Betty pulled Camila off her lap. She didn’t care where Betty put her, as long as she could put her bound hands on her Mommy, or press her sweaty skin against Mommy’s warm body. She found herself lying on her side, facing Mommy’s open legs. Betty had one leg propped up and was guiding Camila’s mouth toward her sopping short curls.
As soon as she plunged her mouth into Mommy’s wetness, Camila felt hands on her diaper. Mommy had Camila’s legs open, palming her crotch with one hand, grabbing her rear like the other. The feeling of being handled by her wet diaper sent a ribbon of regressed thought up Camila’s spine. She babbled as she lapped at Mommy’s delicious taste, “la, la, la, la”.
The hotter Mommy got, the more she massaged Camila’s crotch and butt. Under constant pressure, Camila’s padding had no time to absorb her accident. Her crotch and butt were swimming in her sweat and pee. Moans threaded through the constant baby babble coming out of Camila’s mouth. Her tongue had found Mommy’s button, her hands could feel Betty’s core tensing into a curve of torrid tension.
Mommy cried out with a gasping squawk of pure, unmediated joy. A surprising trickle of mommy’s fluids squirted out to splash across Camila’s cheeks. They lay together on the bed, Mommy panting as she recovered, Camila squirming with burning desire. Her mittened hands were useless for pawing at her diapered crotch, except to keep her lustful embers burning.
No sooner had Mommy caught her breath, than she turned Camila around and put the Little girl on her breast. The big wand vibrator wedged hard into Camila’s crotch in Mommy’s grasp. Betty had the wand on low for mere moments before ramping it up to the high setting.
Rattling moans slammed out of Camila again and again as she desperately tried to suck on Mommy’s breasts. When Betty shut the wand off, there was no shape or strength left in Camila. She flowed limp against her mommy’s sweaty belly, idly sucking on Betty’s nipple.
The real post-sex snuggles lasted a long time, or so it felt. Camila was way past counting time. She floated from event to event, relinquishing Betty’s breasts so that Mommy could give her a deluxe diaper change. A thick diaper and booster wrapped around a Camila who had been lavished with every baby-smelling product in Betty’s room. Footie pajamas wrapped Camila in warmth that redoubled when Mommy pulled the Little girl into her arms.
She didn’t question the bottle, though it was much later than she was normally allowed to have liquids. Camila accepted everything without examination, not realizing that she was spending the night until she was falling asleep in Mommy’s arms.
Breakfast was another bottle, which Camila drank while Betty removed her wet diaper and cleaned her Little girl up. The transition up to being a big girl, aided by lots of kisses, was a smooth and energizing one. Despite that, Camila found herself crying in Betty’s arms from the sheer joy of how close she’d been with her Mommy.
Happily tearful kisses got Camila ready for school and out the door. She felt her Mommy’s adoration soaking into her like the lacquer on wooden ship’s hull. She was shining and impervious to whatever storms might come her way.
Though she was excited to see Belén later that day, Camila wondered how it’d feel to be around her girlfriend after the earthshaking intimacy she’d had with Betty. Belén was so many things Betty wasn’t, starting with the language they shared. Her Spanish girlfriend was lithe and troublemaking, unpredictable and exciting.
They had so much to explore together, but Camila’s relationship with Belén felt like a washed out pastel palette compared to Mommy’s resplendent jewel tones. I wish I could share diapers with Belén. It’d be so amazing if she was into them! She’d be crazy hot in a diaper, and I’d give anything to be Little around her.
With a sigh, Camila trudged resolutely to class. Dumping hardcore kink on her girlfriend was a horrible idea. In the worst case scenario, not only did she lose Belén, but she outed her entire Sorority to the university. Risking her relationship with Belén was Camila’s to choose, but her sisters’ secrets were not hers to expose. Amanda would be so mad at me. Here I am, upset that I have two super hot girlfriends that I have different kinds of sex with. I wonder how she’s doing. Maybe we can go to that store together soon. I can’t wait to see what they’ve got!
Comments
Paul Bennett
Incredibly hot chapter. I hope Cam doesn't do anything to jeopardize her sorority standing. I'm glad I finally got around to reading this.
Good chapter. Good start to Cam’s potty training. She needs to work on it a little more. Cam should have gone potty when she was with Amanda but I guess she was distracted. I liked it. Can’t wait to see what happens next.
