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Delta Lambda Gamma Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2022-05-11 15:10:10 +0000 UTCCamila’s heart pounded in the basement of the Delta Lambda Gamma house. She’d just signed a scary NDA along with the other four girls that were pledging. The non-disclosure agreement had come with a hefty deposit into her bank account, to be forfeit if she revealed the sorority’s secrets, of course.
But she already knew the secret. The anticipation was killing her. She didn’t even know who her other new sisters were to be. They were all wearing pink hooded cloaks, and were forbidden to speak to each other.
Camila regretted wearing pink jeans and a pink floral blouse to the initiation. She felt a little bit like a strawberry popsicle inside the cloak. She had other regrets too, like the massive mocha she’d drunk that morning, or how she’d run around campus getting her work study set up until the last minute before initiation. Not only had she almost been late, but she hadn’t had a minute to relax since she’d gotten out of bed.
Finally, three purple-cloaked women stepped out in front of the nervous pledges. They threw back their hoods, revealing the three Heathers. Heather Miller, who’s pink hair neatly matched the pledge cloaks, stepped forward.
“Today, we hope each of you will become out sisters, and join us in celebrating a lifestyle that has brought joy to so many Delta Lambda Gamma women. You are never to speak of our secret to someone outside our Sorority, or our sibling Fraternity Delta Lambda Beta.” Heather clapped once, the sound echoed off the bare concrete walls.
“Every sister in Delta Lambda Gamma is a participant in the ABDL Lifestyle.” Heather Lambert stepped forward. She didn’t have flowers in her hair this time, though she did have a gold flower on her hairpin.
Heather L. continued. “That means Adult Baby Diaper Lover. You’ve all been selected as people who we believe will join us and be excited about our lifestyle. We can’t explain everything that the lifestyle is in this initiation. Indeed, you’ll learn what it means to you, as you progress through college and life in this sorority house. In short, it’s a celebration of youth, innocence, and giving up stress and control to another person. There’s nothing more freeing than letting yourself go and becoming a baby again.”
Instead of clapping, Heather L rang a tiny bell she wore on a ring. Heather Rapp stepped forward, her expression as flat as usual.
“This is the point where you bail if you can’t handle this part of being a Delta-G.” Heather R. said. “If you do, remember you still can’t talk about it. I’m sure you have like, a bunch of questions so let me get some stuff out of the way.”
Heather held up a hand, raising a finger as she listed off her answers. “Yes, you have to wear diapers, yes, you have to pee in them. No, not all the time. Yes, you can be a mommy instead of a baby. No, that doesn’t mean you get out of wearing diapers, everyone wears them for the first couple of weeks at least.”
“If you accept sisterhood in Delta Lambda Gamma, step forward to greet us.” Heather M. said. “If you don’t, you can leave through the door you came in.”
Camila stepped forward right away, eagerly taking one of Heather M’s hands. She was followed by the person to her left, who clasped Heather R’s hand. The other three girls didn’t follow right away. There was a long moment of tension until one of them joined and then another. When the last girl stepped forward, Heather M. smiled broadly.
“Welcome sisters! You can take off your hoods. The ceremony isn’t over, but from this moment you are all Delta-Gs!”
Camila threw her hood back. The girl to her left was Lamara, who she’d crashed into on her way out of the sorority house. They grinned at each other. Camila went in for a hug. Lamara seemed surprised, but returned the hug happily.
Of the other three, two looked like identical twins. The third was someone Camila recognized from her high school. It was Ginger Olson, Camila’s only real competition for valedictorian. Ginger had her arms folded across her chest, apparently a little uncomfortable. Still, she hadn’t gone out the door. Camila looked forward to helping her old rival and new sister get comfortable with the sorority.
“For the next part of the ceremony, you’re going to take the first step toward being adult babies.” Heather M. said. She and the other Heathers handed each pledge a square package wrapped in tissue paper. “These packages each contain a pullup style diaper. There are curtains behind you. Take a moment to go behind the curtain, replace your underwear with these, and come back to join us.”
There were a lot of nervous giggles as the girls went into the curtained booths. Camila was no exception. She’d only worn a diaper once, and that had only been around Heather. Now she was going to wear one and everyone around her would know.
With trembling hands, she got her jeans and panties off. The pullup was soft and white, with a purple flower print. Camila took a deep breath and winced. Staring at the pullup naturally brought wetting to mind. Thinking about peeing with her lower half bare reminded her that there hadn’t been time to find a bathroom since that mocha.
It was fine, there’d be plenty of time to find a bathroom after the ceremony. She’d held it far longer in the past. There wasn’t any way she was going to spoil the ceremony by asking for a break to go to the bathroom.
The pullups went on like a little cloud on Camila’s butt. Her excitement ramped up again, sending Camila into a brief potty dance until she got herself under control. Putting her tight jeans back on helped a lot.
Camila was the last one out of the booths. The twins looked as excited and giggly as Camila felt. Ginger was glaring at the other pledges like she was daring them to make fun of her. Lamara was… not wearing any pants. She was rocking just the pullups from the waist down.
“You know you can put pants back on, right?” Heather R. said to Lamara, in a sarcastic deadpan.
“Oh, really?” Lamara shrugged. “Isn’t the ceremony all about wearing these?”
“It is, and I think it’s beautiful that you’re so comfortable already.” Heather L. said. “You’re welcome to wear them that way if you want.”
“Let’s get back to the ceremony, girls.” Heather M. said. “We’re going upstairs for a party where you’ll meet the rest of your sisters in a moment. Before we do, we have an oath for you each to swear. As the senior sisters of the house, we’ll be swearing one back to you. Your oath is about serving the sorority, and accepting the side of yourself that wants to be an adult baby. Ours is about taking care of you. Line up and we’ll start.”
“Repeat after me.” Heather R said, launching into the Delta-G oath one line at a time.
Camila faithfully repeated the oath, casting excited glances at the rest of her new sisters. It felt like the start of something amazing. Each of them was wearing a pullup just like hers. They were all going to live together, be babies together, and learn from the older girls together.
Though she hardly knew any of them outside of Ginger, Camila felt her heart swell at how close she already felt to the other pledges. On impulse, she reached out for the twin to her right. To her delight, Camila felt fingers lace through hers. She managed to get Lamara’s hand on the other side as well. The twins clasped hands too, with the further twin reaching for Ginger’s hand. Unfortunately, Ginger swatted the hand away. Camila frowned. They’d had such a nice, spontaneous team spirit thing going.
With the baby oath finished, all three Heathers spoke the mommy oath in unison. Their voices were strong and clear, promising to take care of the girls in front of them, to guide and protect them. Having already been taken care of by one of the Heathers, Camila was brimming with joy.
“Alright pledges, introduce yourselves to each other. Even if you met at one of the events.” Heather R said.
“You’re sisters now.” Heather M said.
“Take a moment to see each other in a new light.” Heather L finished.
“Hi, I’m Camila!” She said brightly to Lamara.
“Lamara.” She replied. “This feels strange, but good. Sisters?”
“Sisters!” Camila agreed, giving Lamara another hug.
She turned to the twins, who were finishing up what looked like a somewhat standoff-ish interaction with Ginger. “Hi, I’m Camila!”
“Hello, I’m Chun.” One of the girls said.
“I’m Sui Yin.” Said the other.
“Don’t worry if you can’t tell us apart.” They said in unison. “It happens all the time.”
Camila wasn’t satisfied with that. She scrutinized each girl carefully. Sure, they were physically identical, but there were differences. For one thing, they weren’t wearing matching outfits, so she could keep them apart that way for today. For another, Sui Yin’s hair was a bit longer than Chun’s, and Chun had a bit more muscle definition.
“I’ll do my best to treat you like your own selves.” Camila said. “It’s good to meet you, sisters.”
They smiled broadly, pulling Camila in for a tight hug. She hugged back, though her bladder screamed in protest. It was okay, the ceremony was just about over. There had to be a bathroom nearby on the ground floor.
Finally, Camila turned to Ginger. “Hi Ginger! I didn’t even realize you were pledging. Oh sorry, we’re supposed to introduce anyway. I’m Camila, your new sister.”
Ginger narrowed her eyes. She’d never been the friendliest girl in the world to Camila, but she seemed to be in an especially bad mood today.
“I’m Ginger. We’re sisters. That’s all we need for the ceremony.” She swept past Camila to greet Lamara.
Camila sighed. She looked over at the Heathers, hoping she hadn’t made a bad impression. Heather R and Heather M didn’t appear to have noticed, they were talking in low tones about something. Heather L was looking at Camila with a sympathetic smile.
“Everyone introduced?” Heather M asked. “Great! Upstairs we go, it’s party time!”
They all shed their cloaks, making Lamara’s choice of attire especially obvious. Camila was the first pledge in line, behind the heathers. They came out of the basement to a wild cheer from the rest of the sorority.
The stairway had taken them to the house’s ballroom, or general party room, Camila supposed. There were tables set up with food along the walls with baby-print tablecloths. Balloons and streamers decorated the ceiling. Most of the sisters were wearing regular clothes, though a lot of them had extra bulk around their waist and butt.
A few sisters were dressed in toddler-style clothes, with one in a baby’s onesie. That sister’s diaper was really bulky and obvious under the thin garment. Camila blushed to see a pacifier in the girl’s mouth.
“Thanks for welcoming our newest sisters everybody! Remember, Sophomores, this is your chance to get to do a diaper-check, so don’t be shy about it with our new sisters.” Heather M said, getting a laugh from the crowd.
“This party can be a little overwhelming.” Heather L said gently to Camila and the other new sisters. “Let me know if you’re feeling over your head. If you can let yourself go and just play with the baby stuff we have here, I think you’ll have an amazing time. If you need a break, come get me and I’ll help you.”
“Hey Camila.” Heather M said, grabbing Camila’s wrist. “Come on, I want you to meet everybody.”
Tugged away into a whirlwind of introductions, Camila forgot all about the bathroom. It was amazing to be lead around and introduced by Heather. Everyone obviously respected her, and she seemed to know all of them really well. Some of the girls even referred to her as Mama or Mommy.
It seemed like everybody she met had a present for Camila. In no time at all she had a pacifier with the Delta-G letters printed on it clipped to her blouse. She acquired a sippy cup of juice and a stuffed bear quickly too. If they didn’t have a toy or accessory to give her, the older sisters insisted on feeding her a chicken nugget, cracker, or piece of candy.
She’d never had so much attention. All of it was kind and babying too. Camila could feel her cheeks get more and more red as each older sister praised her for being a good girl or wiped a smudge off her cheek.
Across the room, Camila caught sight of Ginger. She seemed to be having a better time. Ginger had her own stuffed bear. She was sporting an adult sized baby bottle instead of a sippy cup. Her face was really pretty, with the soft smile she was directing to the largest sister in the room.
One of the older sisters stepped up to Ginger. After a brief hello, she pulled the waistband of the younger girl’s pants and took a peek down the back. The blush that spread across Ginger’s face was amazing, as was how she beamed when the older sister ruffled her hair.
Camila caught Ginger’s eye and smiled at her, raising her sippy cup like a toast. Ginger’s hand went up reflexively. When she caught sight of the bottle in her hand she frowned. Heather M stepped back up to Camila and Ginger’s frown became a glare. Her rival slammed her bottle down on the nearest table and stalked away into the crowd.
“How do you like it so far?” Heather M asked, brushing some hair out of Camila’s face.
“It’s great.” Camila said, though she couldn’t summon her usual enthusiasm in the face of Ginger’s anger. She had really hoped for a fresh start with her rival.
“Great but no smile?” Heather asked. “I know what will get you excited again. You ready to be a brave, cool baby for me?”
“Yes?” Camila asked, hoping for some details on how exactly she was going to be brave.
“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” Heather said with a big grin. “Come on cutie.”
In what was rapidly becoming a familiar sensation, Heather took Camila by the hand and lead her firmly through the party. They entered a circle of girls with a chair in the middle. Heather took a seat on the chair and pulled Camila into her lap.
“I’ve got a baby for the demonstration!” She declared. “Camila is already a pro at this, right Cammie?”
“I hope so?” Camila said nervously.
Someone took her sippy cup away. Heather folded Camila’s arms around her stuffed bear. There were a lot of people looking. Camila squirmed uncomfortably on Heather’s lap.
“Let’s get the new sisters in to see this.” Heather M said loudly. In short order the rest of the sorority had Lamara, the twins, and Ginger pushed to the front of the circle.
“ABDL isn’t just about wearing diapers, although that’s a main thing we do.” Heather said. “You’re going to be able to pretend to be a baby, and enjoy being treated like one. Normally we demonstrate that with one of our sophomores, but Camila here is a real go-getter. What do you say Cammie, you want to be babied for a bit by me?”
The answer to that was a big, blazing, twelve-foot high golden lettered YES. Or it would have been if they were alone again. Surrounded by excited girls, most of which she didn’t know, the idea was terrifying. Heather was counting on her though. Camila swallowed nervously. She’d impressed the older girl before, it’d just be going backwards to disappoint her now.
“Yes please mommy!” Camila said, with boisterous enthusiasm that patched over her anxiety a little.
“Aww, she’s already got her lines down.” Heather said.
Everyone laughed with them. Everyone but Ginger. She was glaring again. Camila remembered that glare, from standing on the podium giving the valedictorian speech. It was the same glare she’d gotten when she won the 100m Freestyle on their swim team. Ginger had had a lot of second places to Camila, but that wasn’t Camila’s fault!
Heather pulled Camila out of her thoughts by bouncing the younger girl on her legs. “Getting a little spacey there? Don’t tell me you’re going into little-space already. We need to get some lunch into you before you fill up on snacks.”
Someone had set up a small table and a bowl of what looked like spaghetti-os with hot dogs in it. Heather dipped a spoon into the dish and brought it to Camila’s lips. “Open up baby girl, here comes lunch.”
Camila opened her mouth and let Heather tip the hot dog and noodles into her mouth. Even though everyone was cheering her on, even with Heather M leading this activity, being fed in front of everyone was intensely humiliating. She felt like a little girl on Heather’s lap, which was the point, of course.
The embarrassment gave Camila tunnel vision, reducing the rest of the girls watching to mere noise. Her whole world was Heather and the spoons of food. She didn’t have to eat the whole bowl, though that hardly registered. Heather switched out her spoon for a bottle of milk and brought it to Camila’s lips.
The milk was warm. Being held against Heather while she was bottle fed crashed Camila’s thoughts with infantile feelings. She shuddered and surrendered to those feelings. Mercifully, that made the surrounding girls fade away even more. Eyes closed, Camila unconsciously latched a hand onto Heather’s breast.
It was an unhappy sensation when the bottle went away. Camila tried to ask for more, but forming words was hard. Heather pressed Camila’s pacifier to her lips and she sighed contentedly. Everything was right with the world, there was no more discomfort from sitting on Heather’s lap.
She spent a floaty-feeling time being passed to the other two Heathers, as well as some of the other older sisters. None of them did anything as intense as feeding her, most didn’t even put her on their laps. They all gave her a lot more intimate attention though, doting on her and telling her what a good girl she was.
Back on Heather M’s lap, she sat quietly while the Heathers talked among themselves. It was nice and arm on Heather’s lap. The conversation was a pleasant background noise that didn’t concern her. Camila couldn’t be sure, afterwards, how long that feeling had lasted. Whatever length of time it was, it was a little slice of heaven.
“I think she’s coming back to us.” Heather Lambert said, smiling at Camila. “Hi sweetie, are you here with us again?”
“Y-yeah.” Camila smiled bashfully.
“That was really intense, I’m so proud of you.” Heather Miller said, stroking Camila’s hair. “We’ve never had a sister who could dive right into little space after initiation like that.”
Both Heathers looked at Heather Rapp expectantly.
“What? Yeah, she’s impressive.” Heather R said with a shrug. “Like, you just said everything that needed to be said.”
“It’s still good for Cammie to hear it from you.” Heather L said gently.
“Anyway, you should get back to the party.” Heather M said to Camila. “You feeling okay to mingle again?”
“I think so.” Camila looked out at the other sisters nervously.
“Nobody is going to make fun.” Heather R said flatly. “You’re like, a celebrity now.”
“Everyone loved the demonstration, Camila.” Heather L said. “You’re an inspiration to the sisters.”
“I didn’t mean to take over your party experience so much, kiddo.” Heather M said. “Go enjoy, meet people.”
“Okay Heather.” Camila said. She was still feeling a strong need to obey the older girl, but at least the physical clinginess seemed to have worn off.
As she made her way into the party, Camila realized that her pullup felt very weird. It was like it had gotten bunched up in her jeans somehow. She still had to pee too. Casting around for a bathroom, Camila spotted one of the twins coming out of one. Sui Yin, she was pretty sure it was.
Just ahead of her, Lamara had gathered a group of older sisters and was peppering them with rapid-fire questions about ABDL. Camila went around them and nearly collided with Ginger.
“All done sucking up to the Heathers?” Ginger asked coldly.
“What are you talking about?” Camila said, hurt. “Heather grabbed me for that demonstration.”
“Yeah she did. I wonder why.” Ginger said. “Oh right, Lamara saw you coming out of the sorority house the day after the big mixer. I know you love to suck up to every teacher, coach, and boss you could find. I didn’t realize you’d sleep with a senior sorority sister just to get ahead of me here.”
“I did not!” Camila hissed in a whisper. “Yes, I ended up spending the night here but we didn’t have sex.”
“No? Well what happened? Did she get a chance to baby you ahead of time? Is that why you’re her special baby girl?” Ginger asked bitterly.
“I mean, that wasn’t something I planned either. It just sort of happened.” Camila protested.
“Uh huh. Just like it sort of happened that Coach gave you access to the community college pool to train in. Oh, and you just sort of happened to have that conversation with the principal at Prom. Then he just sort of happened to pick you for valedictorian over me.”
“I worked hard for everything I accomplished.” Camila said, shocked.
Ginger had never come at her so angrily before. They’d been friends even. All the way from elementary school to middle school. High school is where the problems had started, but even their first couple of years they’d hung out together.
“I’m sure kissing ass is really difficult.” Ginger said scornfully. “Don’t you have any shame?”
It was such an unfair thing to say that Camila gasped.
Endless hours of training had won her the 100m Freestyle, not kissing butt. Had she gotten access to a special pool, yes, but that was because she’d asked for it. Coach would have given Ginger a key too if she’d wanted one. The same with the principal. She presented her case on why her extra-curriculars should push her over for valedictorian, just like the school counselor had suggested.
If she’d come out on top, it was because she earned it. Because of how hard she worked, and how she reached for every opportunity she could. Plenty of those opportunities hadn’t worked out, but some of them had.
Camila felt heat and wetness on her legs. It was an instant flashback to losing her control in the chair when she’d been talking to Heather at the mixer. Her face flamed and she looked at her pants in disbelief. Wasn’t she wearing a pullup? How could she possibly be wetting through to her pants?
The dark stain spreading outward on her pants was real though. She looked up to see Ginger set her jaw angrily.
“That’s your way out of this conversation? Causing a scene? Fine. I’m sorry I stopped you from being the center of attention for five minutes.” Ginger stalked off.
Camila couldn’t spare a thought to call after Ginger. She looked around in desperation. All her stuff was still at the temporary housing. She was supposed to move in after initiation. Even if she made it to a bathroom there was no way to get a new pair of pants.
“Uh oh.” Said an older girl. She touched Camila on the arm and smiled gently. “Did you have an accident, hon?”
Camila looked at the girl. She had a very kind face, surrounded by voluminous brown curls. She was also wearing a diaper pretty obviously under her leggings.
“You seem embarrassed hon. Can I help? Do you want me to get Heather for you?” The girl asked.
Try as she might, Camila could not remember the girl’s name. There had been way too many rapid fire introductions. All she could do is nod urgently. It was a lousy few minutes of standing in the middle of the party, with an increasing number of stares coming her way. Luckily the pullup seemed to be helping at least a little. Camila’s accident wasn’t pouring out of her pants and onto the floor. It hadn’t even spread much past her thighs, this time.
Heather arrived in a rush, her pink hair framing a sympathetic expression. “I’ve got you Cammie. Come on, there’s a changing room over here.”
Camila was glad for the privacy of the closet-sized changing room. She was even more glad to get her wet jeans off. Or rather, for Heather to take them off. As soon as the door closed, Heather had Camila’s fly open and carefully worked her pants down. There had hardly been time for Camila to kick her shoes off.
She reached for her pullup to get the soggy thing off as well, only to have Heather pull her hands away.
“We’ll take that off on the changing table, baby girl.” Heather said. “Climb up.”
“Sorry, it just feels gross.” Camila said, gingerly getting on the changing table.
“I know, but the table is a lot easier to clean than the floor, especially if your accident isn’t done yet.” Heather said.
“O-of course it is.” Camila said, freshly blushing.
“It’s okay if it isn’t.” Heather said, tearing the sides of the pullup. Camila’s heart sank. Now she was the only new pledge who wasn’t wearing a pullup from the ceremony.
Rather than pull the pullup away immediately, Heather just pulled it flat. Apparently she really expected that Camila might wet in the middle of being changed. That was another hot twinge of humiliation. Worst of all, Camila realized she still had to go a little bit. She didn’t know how to tell Heather that though, after claiming she was done.
“This is the second time I’ve had to rescue you in a couple of days.” Heather said. “Do you have a lot of accidents, Cammie?”
“No, not really.” Camila protested. “I’ve never wet my pants in front of people like this before. Not since I was little.”
“That’s an interesting qualifier.” Heather said. “Did you have accidents when people weren’t around? Or did you manage to get out of sight before you had them?”
“I mean, it’s not like – it wasn’t happening every day.” Camila whimpered.
“How often did it happen?” Heather asked, stroking Camila’s belly with the flat of her hand.
“N-not more than once a month. Usually.” Camila said softly. “But it wasn’t my fault. Sometimes I’d just get too busy studying. Or the car ride would be a little longer than I’d expected it to be.”
“One of the extra-curriculars on your application was swim team.” Heather said. “Did you pick that sport so you could pee in the pool?”
“I – uh – thpt …” Camila’s attempt to answer fell apart into sputters.
The heel of Heather’s hand suddenly pressed down over Camila’s bladder. She was on the edge of tears, as the last of her accident was forced out of her onto the sopping pull-up.
“I think you might need the diaper wearing accelerated.” Heather said. “We usually introduce protection slowly to our new sisters, but you’ve got some gaps in your potty-training, don’t you hon?”
“I am too potty-trained!” Camila insisted. “I can do what the rest of the girls do. I’ll just work harder.”
“You don’t need to.” Heather said, finally removing the pullup and wiping Camila’s crotch. “We can take care of your little accidents just fine with diapers. You already know you like wearing them.”
Camila squirmed. “But, I want to make everybody proud.”
“You don’t shame us by having accidents.” Heather said. “I guess you didn’t get a chance to see, but that bathroom wasn’t getting a lot of use at the party. Plenty of little girls here wear protection. You’re a good little girl, especially if you’re a potty-pants.”
“But what happened?” Camila asked, remembering her earlier confusion. “Why didn’t the pullup catch my accident?”
“Hon, that pullup was full. That wasn’t your first accident at the party. I’d say it was probably your third, at least.” Heather said.
“No! That’s not possible.” Camila said in horror.
“I’m sorry little girl, but it’s true. It’s my fault, I should have kept a closer eye on your diaper when you were in little-space.” Heather lifted Camila’s legs so she could wipe the younger girl’s rear. “I didn’t realize you were prone to accidents.”
“I’m so embarrassed.” Camila whispered.
“I know honey, I know. I have a plan to make sure you don’t have this problem again, okay?” Heather said.
“What plan?” Camila was learning that it was better to get details from Heather M before she agreed to anything.
“Well most of our new sisters have minimal baby time at first as they get used to things.” Heather said. “They spend time in our daycare, under the supervision of a sister as a group. Everyone has to spend a couple of days a week there, but they can go for all their free time if they want.”
Camila bit her lip. That sounded fun, and nice. A slower introduction than being changed by Heather twice now.
“For you though, I have a sister who wants to try being a mommy. She could be your mommy and keep an eye on your diapers. You could still play with the other kids in the daycare, of course.”
“She’d make me wear diapers all the time?” Camila asked worriedly.
“That’d be between you and your mommy.” Heather said, putting a full size diaper under Camila’s rear. It was another of the pink ones from Dotty, same as she’d had last time. It was also not going to fit under jeans. Not that she could wear her wet ones anyway.
“Can I say no?” Camila whimpered, not sure if she was asking about the mommy or the diaper, or both.
“Of course you can.” Heather said, generously powdering Camila. “I was planning to call her in to meet you, and you two can both decide if you would be good together.”
“C-call her in? In here?” Camila said nervously.
“Yes, but I wanted to change you first. I’ve already changed you, so that’s not anything you haven’t done before.”
Camila swallowed nervously. She didn’t see a rack of pants or anything in the changing room, so she was going to have to go out into the house wearing the big pink diaper at some point. There didn’t seem to be a lot of logic to refusing. On the other hand, it felt embarrassing and scary to evaluate a potential mommy from a changing table.
“I guess – if you think this is the best way.” Camila said hesitantly.
“I think you two will hit it off.” Heather said, taping Camila’s diaper up snugly. “I’ll bring her in, get you two started, and then get your pants in the laundry. Sound good?”
“Yes Heather.” Camila said submissively. “Uh, how am I going to move my stuff in? Later?”
“I’ll get you a skirt or something.” Heather said. “Or you new mommy will, if you have one.”
That statement got Camila all flustered and blushing again. Heather deftly popped the pacifier into the little girl’s mouth when she opened it to fish for a response.
“I’ll be right back. Be a good baby and wait here, okay?” Heather said. There wasn’t much Camila could do but nod.
Any attempt to think things over while Heather was finding this mysterious mommy was useless. Camila’s mind was a spinning mass of hormones and emotions. She kept wondering if her potential mommy would be as hot as Heather. She felt like a mess, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“Hi Cammie, this is Betty.” Heather said, stepping back into the tiny room.
Camila looked Betty over nervously. It was the sister that had first helped her when she had her accident. A closer inspection showed her to be pear shaped with a generous bosom. She had a lot of laugh lines around her mouth. There was something in her eyes that made Camila want to immediately trust her.
Betty was still wearing a diaper under her leggings. Her blouse was more grown up than some of the other diaper-wearing sisters Camila had seen, however. It was a pale blue button-up, with a white undershirt underneath to cover her cleavage. At least, it could be said that the undershirt tried valiantly to cover Betty’s cleavage. That was a battle that Betty’s clothes lost a lot, Camila suspected.
“Hi Camila.” Betty said, squeezing past Heather so she could stand closer to Camila’s head than her legs. “What do you like to be called? Is it Camila? Cammie? Little girl?”
“Camila is fine. Uh, Cammie is okay too. I guess.” Camila said. Belatedly, she realized she was still lying on the changing table much like a little girl, or a baby for that matter. She propped herself up on her elbows.
“I’ll stick with Camila for now.” Betty said. “I was really excited when Heather told me that there was a pledge who might be interested in having a mommy right away, but nothing has been decided yet. Can we talk for a bit and see if we can figure things out?”
“Yeah, that would be okay.” Camila said, nodding.
“I’ll let you two have some privacy.” Heather said. “Let me know if you need help moving your stuff later, okay Camila?”
Camila had just enough time to wave at Heather before she was out the door. A tug at her hips called her attention back to Betty, who was gently pulling on Camila’s diaper.
“Heather does such a great job with changes. The fit is perfect. How do you like wearing a diaper?” Betty asked.
“Um uh, it’s actually the second one she’s put me in.” Camila said bashfully. “I like it a lot.”
“Oh! You’re the one that spent the night after the mixer. That’s great!” Betty smiled. “What a fun and special introduction to the sorority you had.”
“It was kind of intense too.” Camila said. “But yeah, she made me feel really special.”
“Heather was my mommy for a while.” Betty said. “I know what you mean. She’s amazing.”
“So uh, why do you want to be a mommy?” Camila asked. “Did you stop liking being a baby?”
“No, I still like it.” Betty said. “But just like everyone has to wear diapers for a while after they pledge, everyone has to take a turn running the daycare in the Spring. We don’t always know what we’ll like best about ABDL when we join up, so the sorority makes sure that we get a chance to try a little of everything.”
“Oh, that’s really cool actually.” Camila said.
“I think so too.” Betty beamed. “I really liked running the daycare, but I wished I had more time one on one with somebody. So I talked to Heather, and she said we could work on getting me a little one of my own.”
“And that’s me?” Camila asked hesitantly.
“That’s for us to both decide together.” Betty said. “I hope it is you though. You were so cute after Heather fed you. You’re really cute now.”
Camila blushed. She already liked Betty a lot. Ever since Betty had arrived in the changing room, she’d wondered what it would be like to hug her.
“So uh, how does it work?” Camila asked.
“Formally setting up mommy and baby is a pretty big deal actually.” Betty said. “It’s totally okay if it doesn’t happen today. I’d help make sure you do well at school, and I’d decide how often you’d wear diapers. We’d have to communicate a lot and make sure that everything is still working for both of us. Especially when it comes to what mental age you go to when you’re little.
“What age?” Camila asked.
She had some idea from all the stories she’d read, but it wasn’t the same when it applied to her directly. Plus she didn’t know what Betty meant by all this. Briefly, visions of being locked in a cage-like crib by Betty danced in Camila’s head. She’d have a massive diaper on, and a pacifier strapped to her mouth so that she couldn’t talk.
The pacifier would only come out when Betty put a bottle in its place. Camila imagined herself always swaddled in baby clothes, or just blankets and a diaper. Totally dependent on Betty, just a little baby girl.
That was hot. Insanely hot. Also just plain insane. She couldn’t do that and still go to college. Camila wasn’t sure she wanted that in real life. Was kind of sure she didn’t want it, actually. Betty probably didn’t want that either. It sounded exhausting to take care of someone like that.
“Camila?” Betty asked. “Are you okay?”
“Huh?” Camila realized that Betty had been talking the whole time she’d been fantasizing. She blushed and squirmed. “Oh uh, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“You seem pretty distracted. Are you feeling little again? If this is only your second diaper, it might be a little intense.”
“It’s not uh – that.” Camila said. “Well it’s that a little, maybe, but I was also uh – having um – fantasies. About me. And you.”
Camila was sure her face was the color of a ripe tomato. She wasn’t even sure why she told Betty that, but the words had simply spilled out.
“Oh? Anything you want to tell me?” Betty asked.
“No – it’s too embarrassing.” Camila sputtered.
“It sounds like you might be open to being my little girl though.” Betty said with a grin. “Do you want to try it for a while and see if you like me as a mommy?”
“Y-yes, okay.” Camila said.
“Alright! I’m excited!” Betty said. “Are you okay to go back to the party, or would that be too much?”
“Please no.” Camila said. “I’d be too embarrassed.”
“Then let’s go to my room for a bit. You can have some little time. Then we’ll take a break and get your stuff moved. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds good. M-mommy.” Camila said, feeling very little and shy.
“You. Are. Precious.” Betty said. “Take my hand, little girl. Let’s go see Mommy’s room, okay?”
Betty’s – Mommy’s room was small, but very tidy. It was split into a more adult area and a little one. The bed was covered in a comforter with a colorful pony-print. There were quite a few stuffies arranged on it. A nearby bookshelf held some kid’s books along with some toddler toys and a stash of diapers.
On the other side of the room was a well organized desk and a laptop. A built-in shelf held some cooking supplies like spices and jars of sauce. The small dresser sported a makeup station on top.
Betty bundled Camila up in the softest microfiber blanket she’d ever felt. They snuggled on the bed, with Camila wedged between Betty and the stuffies.
“Tell me what you like about diapers, little one.” Betty said.
“Uh, I mean um, I guess I’ve liked them for a long time?” Camila said. “They’re um – it uh – it turns me on to read stories and stuff about them.”
“Me too.” Betty said with a grin. “That’s true for lots of us here.”
“Does that mean that, if you’re my mommy we’ll be girlfriends?” Camila asked nervously. Not that she was opposed to it, but it would be weird if it was inevitable.
“Not necessarily at all.” Betty said. “Heather and I were never girlfriends. I love her as a mommy, but she’s not my lover.”
“Oh, okay.” Camila said, relaxing a bit and cuddling up to Betty.
“I had a Delta-G boyfriend for a while.” Betty said. “And he was also a Daddy to me, so it can happen that way, it just doesn’t always.”
“You’re um, bi?” Camila asked, hiding her face in the blanket.
“I am, is that okay?”
“Yes. I uh, I am too.” Camila said in a hushed voice.
“Are you not out?” Betty asked. “That’s okay, I won’t tell anyone something you don’t want me to tell.”
“I am, I came out in high school.” Camila said. “But uh, it wasn’t very fun. A lot of the girls in the LGBTQ club were mean about it. They said I was just ashamed to be a lesbian. When I got a boyfriend – they kicked me out of the club.”
“That’s not okay.” Betty said. “They were being terrible. I’m sorry that happened to you, little one. I’ve had some of the same reactions. But I also have some queer friends that are really great. They accept me for being bi, completely. I’ll introduce you to them, okay?”
“That would be amazing.” Camila poked her head out of the blanket, looking at Betty with teary eyes. “You’re a good mommy already.”
“I didn’t realize I was going to cry in bed with an adorable little girl today.” Betty said, wiping away her tears with a happy grin. “Do you feel up to talking about how little you’d like to be? That question kind of derailed you back in the changing room.”
“Uh, I really don’t know. I’ve only been little a couple of times, both with Heather.” Camila said. “I guess maybe we could try it, and you could tell me how little you think I am.”
“We don’t have a lot of time before we need to move you in.” Betty said. “So I’m not sure I want to get you into full-on little space. Classes don’t start until day after tomorrow though, do you want to try being little tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that’s probably better.” Camila said, feeling an odd mix of relief and disappointment.
“That doesn’t mean we won’t play at all. There’s lots of stuffies here to meet, or I could read you a story.” Betty said. “Plus, as big as that accident was, I might need to change you before we go get your stuff.”
Camila squirmed, hiding her face in Betty’s chest. This was something her new mommy had over Heather. The pink haired girl had a nice bosom, but Betty’s chest was like a pillow made of clouds.
“Oh, that’s one thing we do have to figure out.” Betty said. “How much you’ll be wearing diapers. Most girls don’t wear to class in their first year, but some do. Some never wear in public. Some wear twenty-four-seven.”
“I thought you said that you decide that.” Camila said.
“As far as the being your mommy, I do.” Betty said. “But we’re always having a conversation about what we’re okay with.”
“Oh.” Camila said, feeling deflated. She supposed that she should be responsible and logical about this. There wasn’t much need to wear diapers all the time, so she should be like the other girls and not wear outside the house.
It would suck to have the nice diaper she was wearing taken off. Or take it off herself. Especially just as she was getting used to having Betty as a mommy. It even felt kind of like being rejected. Camila frowned, mad at herself. She was so selfish. Here she was, worried about her little fantasy, not even asking Betty if she’d be okay changing Camila’s diaper right off the bat.
“It sounds like there’s a conversation going on, but I can’t hear it because it’s inside your head.” Betty said gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Cammie.”
“I can just wear a little, it’s fine. When you have time and stuff.” Camila said sadly.
“Hmm, it even sounds like there was a decision made. That’s weird though, because I don’t remember giving any input.” Betty said.
“I don’t want to be a bother.” Camila said.
“Did you ask if I thought you were?” Betty said, gently but firmly.
“N-no.” Camila replied.
“How much would you wear diapers if you could wear the exact amount you want?” Betty asked.
Camila’s thoughts flashed between the hundreds of stories she’d read. Scenarios from defined diaper scenes to being locked in a crib as a helpless baby flashed through her head.
“I – I don’t know.” She said helplessly.
“Okay, let’s try a different question.” Betty said. “Did you ever wear adult diapers before Heather put you in one?”
“Um, no.” Camila said. “I wanted to try but I never did.”
“Is that because you didn’t feel safe or comfortable doing it? Or was it because you didn’t want to put them on yourself?”
“I uh…” Camila blinked. The second question had never occurred to her, but it made a lot of sense. In her fantasies it had always been someone diapering her. “I didn’t have anyone to put them on me.”
“So, would it be fair to say that you want to be told how much you’re wearing diapers?” Betty asked.
“Yes mommy.” Camila said, burying her face in Betty’s chest again.
“Well, you had a big accident today. Is that something that happens a lot? Is my baby girl not potty trained at all?” Betty asked, as if she was talking to a child.
“It doesn’t happen all the time!” Camila said petulantly. “I was telling Heather that.”
“Oh, but you do have accidents more than just in the last couple of days?” Betty asked.
“M-maybe.” Camila said.
“Be honest with me, baby girl.” Betty said. “Heather talked to me about your accidents before she brought me to you.”
“She did!?” Camila squeaked.
“Do you think you can go the whole rest of the day without having an accident?” Betty asked.
“Of course.” Camila said, pouting.
“Okay, let’s try that. If you can go all day without having an accident, then we’ll look at just pullups for tomorrow.”
“Mph mph mph!” Camila mumbled unintelligibly into Betty’s bosom.
“Don’t be embarrassed sweetie.” Betty teased. “I know staying dry until bedtime is tough to do.”
Camila had never been so embarrassed, or her crotch so hot. She was wishing now that mommies and girlfriends were the same thing as a default. As it was, all she could do was press herself up against Betty, to endure the exquisite agony and torturous pleasure of being teased about her diapers.
“On the other hand, if you do have an accident, then I think it’ll be best to put you in a big, fluffy diaper tomorrow.” Betty said, sounding excited herself. “A huge one with a booster pad in it that makes you waddle when you walk.”
“Mommy!” Camila whined. “If you’re not going to – do stuff to me – please stop teasing.”
“Hah, I didn’t realize you were that turned on.” Betty said. “I think we probably shouldn’t introduce romance or uh – sex just now. If we even decide that’s something we want. Do you want to cool down a bit?”
“Yes please.” Camila said. What she wanted was access to a bathroom, or something private, where she could put her hand down her diaper and take care of the fire between her legs. Short of that, a shower of literal ice crystals would also work.
“I’ll give you one of my skirts and you can go find out from one of the Heathers what room you have. Then come get me and I’ll help you move.”
“Okay Mommy – uh, Betty.”
“You can call me either, until we decide that we aren’t together that way, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy.” Camila smiled.
Camila found her room with a bit of help from Heather L. It was teeny, smaller than the dorm rooms even. That was okay, she had a whole house to roam around in. Her face lit up when she saw who her roommate was.
“Lamara, you’re my roomie?” Camila gushed.
“Oh hi Camila! Yeah that’s me.” Lamara looked up at Camila from the floor where she was investigating under her bed. She was also still bottomless except for her pullup.
“Pretty brave of you to do the whole party in your pullup like that.” Camila said, sitting on her bed to test its bounciness.
“Is it?” Lamara asked curiously. “Everybody here wears them or changes them, it should be no big deal, right?”
“Uh, I guess that’s technically true.” Camila said. Even as much as she liked diapers, she wasn’t ready to be quite so blasé about them. “Whatcha doing down there?”
“I think I can install a shelf system down here with rotating shelves.” Lamara said. “You want me to do one under your bed too?”
“Uh, maybe.” Camila said. “I mean, how much does it cost?”
“Not much. It’s just some sheet metal and a couple of motors. You can make the whole thing work on a Raspberry Pi and an Xbox controller.”
Camila blinked. “You’re going to fabricate it?”
“Oh yeah!” Lamara grinned. “The University has a ton of engineering and design resources. After I showed Greg some of the stuff I’ve made, he said I could use the metal shop whenever I wanted.”
“And Greg is…?”
“In charge of the metal shop. And a dean or something?” Lamara shrugged and slid under her bed to her waist.
“Right. Uh, so how come you’re here and not at like, MIT?” Camila asked.
“I heard this town was ABDL friendly. Then I heard some stuff online about the Delta-Gs and I took a chance that they would be okay with it. When it turned out they were actually ABDL all the way, I was really excited!”
“Oh boy, Heather isn’t going to like that.” Camila said.
“Huh? Why not?”
“I did some investigating and I picked Delta-G for the same reason. Except I knew for sure about the ABDL before I even applied to ABDU.” Camila said. “Heather M freaked out when she found that out. It’s supposed to be super secret.”
“Nothing is secret anymore. We have the internet.” Lamara said.
“Well it still took a lot of work to confirm.” Camila said defensively. “But yeah, there’s only so much you can hide.”
“It shouldn’t matter. Objectively, there’s nothing wrong with ABDL.” Lamara said.
“Uh, except for the part where people are super non-objective all the time?” Camila asked.
“I guess so. I don’t worry about that.” Lamara said. She popped out from under the bed, grinning. “Good news! It’ll work for sure. I’ll pick up some extra materials in case you want an enhanced shelf system, okay?”
“Heh, okay, thanks Lamara.” Camila said with a wry grin.
“Oh, can I see your diaper?” Lamara asked, sitting up eagerly.
“Um, why?” Camila asked, blushing.
“I’ve never worn a real one.” Lamara said. “I wanted to see what it looks like.”
“Sure, I guess.” Camila squirmed. After a bit of hesitation, under Lamara’s intense gaze, she pulled up the flowing skirt Betty had let her borrow.
“Oh, that looks like good quality. How does it feel? Is it comfortable? It looks like it fits well. Does the bulk make it difficult to walk?” Lamara got up on her knees and gently patted Camila’s diaper all over, even tugging lightly at the waistband.
“Uh, it’s great. It feels really good. I guess walking is a little different, but not hard.” Camila could feel herself blushing all over. She desperately wanted Lamara to stop poking at her diaper, but couldn’t bear to stop someone so excited.
“I can’t wait to try one.” Lamara said, mercifully backing off. “Are you going to wear them all the time?”
“I don’t know.” Camila blushed again and hastily fixed her skirt. “That’s um, being negotiated with my new Mommy.”
“You have a mommy too!” Lamara grinned. “Oh this is great! You’ll have to tell me all about it! I’m so glad you’re my roommate, I’m getting to learn all about this stuff through you.”
“Well uh – yeah, that’s great.” Camila said. “Hey, I’m going to get my stuff from the temp housing. Do you need help with your stuff?”
“That’d be great!” Lamara said. “It’ll be easier for both of us if we work together.”
“Cool.” Camila smiled. “Betty is going to help too.”
“I’ll get my tool belt!” Lamara said, diving for a heavy canvas bag at the foot of her bed.
“What do you need that for?”
“I installed a few things in my room at the temporary housing.” Lamara said.
“But… Lamara, it’s temporary housing.”
“Yeah, so they were temporary installs. Don’t worry, I didn’t build any furniture. It’s just a few angle brackets holding things to the wall.”
Camila giggled. While Lamara was strapping on her tool belt, all she had to do was put her shoes on. It seemed like her new roommate was going to be a lot. That was okay though, Camila already liked her. There were probably going to be a lot of unusual personalities in an ABDL sorority.
Now all she had to do is decide if she was going to have an ‘accident’ or not. Betty had basically let her choose if she wanted to be diapered tomorrow or not. With a happy buzz of feelings in her head, Camila took her roommate to meet her new mommy.
Comments
Thanks! I have tons of ideas for this one that I'm excited to do.
Paul Bennett
This was a very cute story to read. I look forward to reading more.
You're welcome! I'm having a ton of fun with this story. Camila will always be the focus, but we'll have a chance to get the perspective of some other characters from time to time too.
Thanks for the 2nd installment! I’ve been looking forward to it and it didn’t let me down! Cuteness overload! Loving the fun characters and it’s so endearing watching Camila sink into little space for the first time. I can definitely relate, for some people it’s just natural - happens almost without realizing it 😇 Can’t wait for the next chapter! ❤️💜
This chapter is quite a long one! There was a lot of establishing stuff to get to that I didn't feel could be easily broken apart. :)
