Delta Lambda Gamma: Chapter 27

Part 1 of a two part arc with Belen and Camila on a baby vacation. This one is spicy! 🍆🌶️

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“What are you doing for Todos los Santos?” Belén trailed her fingertips through Camila’s hair.

Camila had been grateful to hear that Belén’s roommate was out doing something, she’d needed a break from the sorority house. The musty brick smell of the old dorm building, quiet rain outside, and soft lighting had Camila almost drifting off. It took her longer than usual to translate the second half of Belén’s sentence, and when she did, she still didn’t understand.

“What am I doing for all the saints?” Camila peered curiously up at her pajama-clad girlfriend. “You know I don’t really go to mass anymore, why would I be doing saint devotion stuff?”

“Not devotions, the holiday, tonta.” Belén tweaked Camila’s nose, grinning as her Little girlfriend squeaked. “Noviembre Uno? First family fiesta of the fall?”

“Oh! All Saint’s Day. We don’t really celebrate that here, we do Halloween instead, but that’s not a family holiday, really.”

“Really? Todos Santos is a national holiday in Spain.” Belén shrugged. “I can’t go home for it this year, not if I want to go back for Navidad. Do you want to do something this weekend?”

“There’s supposed to be a big party at the Sorority for Halloween but – I wouldn’t mind having something different to do.”

“I looked at cabins nearby, some are very reasonable for two nights.” Belén grinned. “It could still be a family holiday if you’re my baby girl.”

Camila squirmed, her diaper rustling. She was already feeling guilty about giving up on her potty continence, and it sounded like Belén was planning a trip where she’d be diapered the whole time. Not that that’d be much different from now. How long has it been since I wore panties? Belén changes me on half our dates now.

“So like, a weekend away where I can wear diapers without anyone else seeing?”

“Mmm, I was thinking about something more.”

Camila giggled. “Yes, we can have sex on our vacation.”

Laughing, Belén pounced on Camila, tickling her until she shrieked for mercy. “I wasn’t thinking we wouldn’t, boba. I meant – we could do more than just diapers if you want.”

Camila sat up and wiped her eyes. “More ABDL stuff? How much more?”

“It depends on what you want but – you like being a baby with Betty, right? I could do that too, give you bottles, tuck you into bed, everything.” Belén cast her gaze downward, plucking at the bed’s comforter.

“Are you jealous of Betty? Does it hurt you that she’s my ABDL mommy?”

“No – I mean, I don’t think so.” Belén looked up at Camila with a light blush on her cheeks. “You were very cute with that Latina babysitter, Monserrat – I think I’d like to have you be that way with me.”

Camila could feel heat rising into her cheeks as well. “I’d like that a lot, it’s a dream come true, honestly. Are you sure it’s okay?  When you first found out about ABDL, you had a hard time with it.”

“Many things seem better or interesting when you love someone, I suppose.” Belén’s awkward smile was too cute not to kiss – and Camila didn’t resist the urge at all. She met the Spanish girl’s lips gently, closing her eyes as her heart fluttered in her chest. It was a delicate embrace, just lips and tingling feelings across Camila’s skin.

“Belén, I love you so much.”

“Te Amo, querida.”

“A weekend away is sounding better and better. Do you want to leave on Friday afternoon or…”

Belén shushed Camila with a finger on her lips. “Mommy will take care of all that, babies don’t get involved in the planning.”

Camila licked her lips the moment Belén withdrew her finger, staring at her girlfriend that had Belén pinning her to the bed a moment later.

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The cabin was tiny, tucked into a copse of trees that shielded it from the barely two-lane road that passed by. There was just enough room on the dirt driveway to park the car, which only contributed to the feeling of being tucked away together. Once they were inside the cabin with the sunlight fragmented by the dense branches outside, they might as well have been the last two girls on earth. Camila had a slim day diaper on under her basic outfit of leggings and a fuzzy sweater. Baby time hadn’t started yet, leaving Camila’s heart pounding equally from excitement and trepidation.

The first thing Belén did was kiss Camila – a long kiss that left Camila dizzily pink cheeked – and the second was to light a Santa Maria candle and set it on the windowsill. Camila came out of her daze watching Belén cross herself. Her girlfriend was in her usual stylish low cut blouse and a cute skirt – not particularly mommy-like clothes. Frowning, she put a gentle hand on her girlfriend’s arm.

“I didn’t look anything up about Todos Los Santos – but if it’s not the kind of holiday we should be doing baby play during, you don’t have to baby me.”

Belén smiled and pulled Camila in for a tight hug. “No te preocupas. It’s not a big deal holiday – but we do remember people who have passed. I didn’t want to forget that part completely. The candle is for my abuelo.”

“We really don’t have to if…”

“I was going to say the same to you.” Belén playfully bopped Camila on the nose. “Seriously querida, I miss my abuelo, but he passed five years ago. It’s okay. How about you? Are you still up for intense baby play?”

“H-how intense?” Camila squirmed, feeling fresh wetness in her diapered crotch on top of the bit of sog she’d collected during the car ride.

“As intense as you need.” Belén slipped a hand down the front of Camila’s leggings, raising her brows when her fingers found the squishy padding. “I can already see that you need diapers badly.”

“We were in the car, it’s not like I could get to the bathroom if – if…”

“The trip was only forty minutes, pequeñita.” Belén shook her head in surprisingly convincing disappointment. “If you can’t keep from having an accident over that short a time, you must be a very Little girl.”

“I didn’t remember to go before we left…” Camila felt her face flame – even if they were playing, it was a damming admission because it was true. In the moment, it didn’t matter that she’d gotten used to simply using her diapers, forgetting to use the bathroom before a car ride was a very Little thing. “How Little do – do you think I am?”

“Very Little, a baby, like I said.” Belén grinned. “Someone I’d have to take care of all weekend.”

“If you really want that – I – I do too.” Camila shivered as ice gripped her gut. Ageplay had been such a barrier for Belén when she’d first found out about ABDL…

Belén’s response was to pull a pacifier out of her cleavage and put it in Camila’s mouth. The Little girl couldn’t help herself, she moaned around the rubber nipple. The sound lit a fire in Belén’s eyes, she had the changing blanket spread out on the floor and Camila on it before the Little girl was sure what was happening. Camila’s hands sought outward for reassurance and encountered plush softness in the form of a sleeping otter stuffie. She clutched the stuffie to her chest the same way her new toy was grabbing its stuffed clam.

The time it took Belén to get Camila’s leggings off was excruciating. With her diaper off, she was all kinds of squirmy, desperate to be touched and flinching at every sensation on her skin. When a careful pass with wipes transitioned to Belén stroking Camila’s kitty, the Little girl chewed on her pacifier and groaned. She was pressing her hips toward Belén’s hand so fiercely that the Spanish girl had to lift Camila’s feet into the air to stop her scooting off the changing blanket.

A cool sensation met the slickness in Camila’s crotch, some delightful toy was siding gently inside her. Camila closed her eyes and rocked her hips, her gasping moans becoming a whimper when Belén took her pacifier away.

“I need you to open your eyes, pequeñita.” Belén held up a slim sliver butt plug for Camila’s inspection. “Is it alright if I put this in you?”

Camila squirmed, nodding. She hurried to add verbal consent, though her lusty curiosity had her saying more than she’d planned, “Yes – what’s it for? I mean, I know what it’s for but why – um – is it part of the play or sex stuff – or…?”

“You’re an easy girl when we play like this aren’t you? You’re ready to pop already.” Belén giggled, doubling down on her mirth when Camila hid her face behind her unnamed stuffie. “It’s both, querida. It’s a sexy thing to play with, and also I’m not going to trust you to tell me when you need changed. I’ll take care of it when I decide it’s time.”

“Oh – oh god.” Camila whimpered as a minor orgasm set her skin tingling and pushed her heart into her throat. “Will I get to talk or…”

“You can barely talk now.” Belén put the slim plug against Camila’s star, letting it rest as merely a firm pressure at first. “Talk all you want, babies talk nonsense all the time, don’t they?”

Camila swallowed hard as she tried to manage relaxing her rear with keeping the fire in her crotch stoked. With nowhere but embarrassing places to go in the current conversation, she went for a change of subject.

“I’m going to name my otter Suenia.”

“Because she’s so sleepy?” Belén nodded approvingly, twisting the plug as it eased it’s way into Camila’s rear. “That’s a good name. You’re a good girl, Camila.”

The praise made Camila groan – and opened her enough for the rest of the plug to pop right in, much to Belén’s amusement. It was a relief on many levels to have her caregiver put her pacifier back in. With her eyes closed, Camila was in a world where she had only a few sensations to concentrate on. There was the softness of Suenia in her arms, the unfamiliar pressure in her rear, the yielding rubber in her mouth – but primarily it was her girlfriend’s deft fingers on her sex that set Camila’s mind aflame.

Slow circles from fingertips were driving Camila wild enough until Belén’s thumb plunged inside her. There was nothing left for Camila but need and the fingers fulfilling that need as she whimpered and mewled behind her pacifier. Neither time nor numbers existed in the place Camila went to, all she knew was that it ended with her legs shaking and her button sensitive to the slightest touch.

The care with which Belén wiped Camila clean a second time made the Little girl fall in love with her girlfriend all over again. Gentle wiping became equally gently applied lotion. Belén’s warm fingers pressed tenderly across Camila’s skin from the base of her belly, over her crotch, and worked their way into every crevice of her rear. Soothing powder drifted onto Camila’s skin before being patted into place – and then at last the big diaper came.

Lush, well-fluffed padding wrapped all of Camila’s tingly bits in a warm, safe embrace. The smells of lotion and powder faded a bit, letting Belén’s smells come into prominence. As her caregiver wrapped her in a full body snuggle, Camila could hear Belén’s heart pounding, smell the warmth of her skin and her desire down below.

“Niñera…” Camila nuzzled Belén’s neck. “You’re really sexy.”

“What I am is really horny,” Belén said, with a frustrated moan. “But if that’s not how you want to play when you’re like this…”

Breathily, Camila brushed her lips over Belén’s ear as she whispered, “I’m tired of my pacifier, I want something else in my mouth.”

Belén had her skirt and panties off so quickly they might as well have disintegrated. She had one arm out of her blouse too, before Camila’s lips found a bare breast and put an end to her babysitter’s coordination. The Little girl’s inquisitive tongue worked down her girlfriend’s chest, across Belén’s taut belly, until she found the delightfully fragrant heat below. With Suenia tucked in her right arm, and Belén’s leg grasped by her left, she devoted all her attention to lapping at Belén’s silken flower.

Too Little to count instead of too distracted, Camila caressed Belén’s depths with her tongue until her mouth was sore and Belén weakly pulled the Little girl’s head aside. They lay together on the changing blanket, panting and clinging to each other until the afternoon sun faded from the windows and the cabin turned chilly.

“That was incredible, I didn’t expect it to be so hot.” Belén shivered, and kissed Camila gently before wiping their mouths. When Camila didn’t respond immediately, Belén searched around for the pacifier and stuck it back in the Little girl’s mouth.

Camila lay in a happy daze, while her caregiver bustled around, doing comforting things like turning up the heat and putting something on the stove. Those kinds of concerns didn’t belong to Camila at the moment, other than she was glad Belén was there to take care of them – and Camila too.

The heat came in the form of wall-mounted electric radiators, and was slow to warm the cabin, especially at floor level. Luckily, Belén was there to save the day with a fluffy blanket. Though Camila was eager to squirm her way into the blanket, she quickly realized she was getting more than she bargained for. Belén wrapped the king-size bed blanket around Camila in layers until the Little girl was thoroughly swaddled.

A bit of struggle at the cloth revealed that she might be able to work her way out – but it would be a lot of work. Content to trust that her niñera would let her out if she asked, Camila closed her eyes and dozed. She awoke when Belén propped her up against the couch and fed her a hearty stew. It tasted too good to be canned – Camila hoped she’d remember to compliment her girlfriend on bringing homemade food on their trip later. At the moment, she could only coo happily between bites, then accept a bottle of warm milk afterwards.

With a warm tummy, a snuggly stuffie, and a blanket burrito, Camila was as comfortable as she’d ever been. Wetting was automatic, even going unnoticed until the welcome blossom of heat around her crotch turned lukewarm. She had a brief impulse to ask for a change – but Belén had freed her from even that responsibility.

“Did my baby girl go potty?” Belén stroked Camila’s cheek tenderly. Camila nodded in response, or nuzzled Belén’s hand, or something in-between the two gestures.

“That’s a big diaper, you don’t need a change yet. Do you feel up to watching something? You look like you’re having a good time just laying there.”

Camila shook her head – then nodded – then shrugged and tried curling up a bit. She wasn’t sure what the right answer was, yes or no, but was pleased when Belén got the message anyway. Her girlfriend put a bare foot on her hip and rocked her gently, sending Camila down into another level of comfort and Littlespace. Bit by bit, Belén’s foot shifted around Camila’s hip, still rocking her, until she had the Little girl’s legs up and the ball of her foot on Camila’s crotch.

The rocking motion became rhythmic pressing, something Camila wiggled her hips in time without thinking. Heat blossomed in her crotch again, some of it potty, but outweighed by desire. The pacifier fell from her lips when the first big moan welled up from Camila’s chest. She struggled against her blanket, forgetting she could ask to be released – not really wanting an escape from the helplessness it forced on her anyway.

Sweat poured down Camila’s face as she writhed and humped against Belén’s foot. A steady babble of moans and gasps spilled from her lips. Her crotch was on fire. The pounding in her chest was thundering up to hear ears. There was too much of everything, too much heat, too much sensation – when the feelings popped, Camila’s cry rang off the walls of the cabin.

~~~*~~~

Later, she was in a new diaper and soft pajamas. Laying next to her in the cabin’s bed was her gloriously sexy, naked girlfriend. Babysitter, Mommy, Caregiver, Girlfriend – they were all blurred together in Camila’s mind as one person. The glow in Belén’s cheeks and loving expression on her face told Camila that whatever the Spanish girl was thinking, she was happy.

“I love you,” Camila said, burrowing her way into as much snuggle as she could.

“I love you too.” Belén kissed Camila’s forehead. “This is just the beginning of our weekend – I get to do this to you for days yet.”

“Yes please.” Camila breathed softly. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“There’s a way you could do that right now, baby girl.”

“My mouth!” Camila exclaimed, grinning at Belén’s delighted giggle. She began her kisses at Belén’s ear at first, but they worked their way lower all the time. It was – at the time – a perfect happy bubble. If I had one wish, it would be for this to never end.