Campus Baby (Patreon Commissions)

These were two months of Patreon commissions for a Diaper Butt subscriber! 

Part 1: 

“-as is my will, let it be, so that none shall see, nor smell, that which I bear.” 

Rayne felt the spell flicker and come to life, sitting cross legged on the floor of her dorm room. 

She hadn’t unpacked her luggage yet, but she was too excited to wait. It was her first day out on her own, and that meant it was her first day that she could go out in her diapers. 

Having already gotten dressed, it was time to see if the spell had worked. Rayne stood, her thick diaper crinkling beneath her baby blue onesie, the short skirt she wore doing nothing to hide the extra bulk. 

The outfit was adorable and she loved how cute it made her feel, but she’d be mortified if anyone saw her wearing it. Taking a deep breath and trusting herself, Rayne opened her door, walked out of her dorm room, and stood in the hall. 

Her building was positively packed with students, parents, and friends, all helping with the unpacking and the general chaos of the first day of a semester. 

Rayne held perfectly still, watching a pair of seniors walk by, talking to each other. One of them glanced at Rayne, waved, and kept walking. She hadn’t noticed a thing. 

Feeling a little more confident, Rayne began walking down the hall. At first, she was shy, avoiding eye contact, but as she waddled towards the elevator and nobody gave her so much as a second glance, her spirits lifted and her heart began to soar. 

By the time she reached the end of the hall, she was practically skipping. Her veil had worked. It had worked. Not a soul in the world could tell what she was wearing except for her. 

Giggling with glee, Rayne took the stairs instead, hopping down two at a time. Here she was, in the most prestigious magic university in the state, wearing her favorite onesie and a nice, thick diaper, and not a soul on campus could tell save for Rayne herself. 

She was in heaven. 

Arms out at her side, she ran out into the campus square, feeling like she might sing. Someone did shoot her an odd look, then, but it was only for her excitement. Once she slowed to a walking pace, nobody else paid her any mind. 

A wickedly wonderful thought struck her, and Rayne channelled a bit of magic from deep inside, using the power as a motivator to get her bowels moving. She felt the pressure and, in the middle of the campus square, squatted slightly so that she could push. 

Mush, stinky and warm and delightful, poured into the seat of her diaper, squishing against her ample cheeks, making the padding properly heavy and saggy like a baby’s diaper should be. It made her blush as she smelled herself, but after a couple quiet grunts to finish the load, she stood and confirmed that nobody had noticed. 

Maybe it was a little odd that she’d stopped and bent over a little bit, but anyone watching would see only a girl who’d stopped to catch her breath. Rayne, meanwhile, had just loaded up her diaper in broad daylight. 

Taking another whiff of the smelly spring air, she squealed in delight and began walking north, towards the cafeteria, thinking that she might find a nice hard bench to sit on while she ate something kiddie like chicken nuggets or a big bowl of pudding. 

She almost walked into a stern, matron-looking woman as she skipped up the sidewalk, and after a double take, realized it was one of her teachers. What was it, History? No, English, or… no, History.

Suppressing a giggle, Rayne looked up as the teacher eyed her, oblivious to the saggy diaper taped around her waist. “Hey, Professor! Looking forward to your next class!” 

The professor didn’t move, still glaring down at her. “Ms. Storm, are you aware that, as a standard safety precaution, all teachers on this campus are enchanted with the ability to see through illusions?” Wrinkling her nose for effect, she added, “And smell through them, for that matter.” 

Rayne’s heart froze, and her face went ashen with sudden fear. “I, uh-” 

The professor cleared her throat. “So, Ms. Storm. Would you care to explain to me just what you’re wearing?” 

Part 2: 

Rayne squirmed in her seat. This wasn’t too unusual; The professor currently boring into Rayne with a steely gaze was known to make weaker underclassmen cry. Really, though, Rayne was squirming less because of the professor’s glare and more because of the stinky mush currently weighing down the back of her cute, fluffy diaper. 

“Well, Ms. Storm?” the professor asked, arching an eyebrow. “You asked to move somewhere private. Are you going to explain this to me now, or should I find us somewhere with better ventilation until you can use your words?” 

“I-” Rayne started, though it was really more of a ‘meep’ sound. She wasn’t supposed to be able to see! 

The illusion had been perfect. Not a soul on campus had been able to tell she was wearing a onesie, let alone a diaper. How was she supposed to know that teachers could see through that sort of illusion? 

The professor steepled her fingers, leaning forward. “I’m waiting.” 

“Um… that is…” Rayne blushed, looking down. “I… I’m incontinent.” 

“Right,” the professor said, leaning to the side and tapping a stack of papers with her wand so that a particular document appeared at the top. “And the… rather childish garb?” 

Rayne avoided meeting her gaze. “It’s practical. Since nobody can see, and… well, can you blame me? It’s my first day on campus. I wanted to wear something cute. N-nobody was supposed to be able to see what’s under my skirt.” 

The professor was only half listening, peering down on the paperwork through half-moon spectacles. “And why didn’t you list this on your entry paperwork?” 

In spite of herself, Rayne balked at that. “I don’t see how my problems are any of your business, frankly. I’ve got it under control. You only noticed because of some kind of spell, and nobody else had any idea.” 

“Ms. Storm,” the professor said, sternly. “I saw you practically dancing around campus, including the interlude to fill your diaper. Had I known better, I’d have suspected you were starring in a broadway musical. If you expect me to believe that you were this joyous in spite of-” 

“Excuse me?” Rayne started, eyebrows raising. 

What am I doing? I’m yelling at a professor. Shit. No turning back now. 

Rayne was in too deep now to turn back. Pushing to her feet, she jabbed a finger at the professor. “What, so I’m not supposed to be excited about college? I can’t celebrate my first day because I’ve got a little, unrelated issue?” 

The professor was taken aback by that. She blinked, leaning away in her chair… though that might have been because of the particularly intense smells that wafted from Rayne’s diaper when she stood. “I… see. I’m sorry.” 

“I’m just another student,” Rayne said, sitting back down. “Whatever… problems I might have don’t affect my ability to study, and I don’t need you breathing down my neck about it just because I’m not wallowing in self pity. Got it?” 

Her steely glare gone, the professor sat back. “Understood. I apologize.”

I… can’t believe she bought that. Rayne quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She’d gotten herself out of trouble. 

Leaning forward to her papers again, the professor said, “I’ll tell the rest of the faculty not to be alarmed when they see what you’re wearing, and to prepare odor charms. I assume you’ve informed your roommate?” 

“I…” Rayne started. 

It only then hit her what she’d gotten herself into. She hadn’t just gotten out of trouble, she’d convinced the professor that she was completely diaper dependent. 

She was going to have to stick with this lie for the rest of the semester. Maybe until she graduated. 

The professor mistook her hesitation. “It’s not my business to tell you what to put on your roommate agreement,” she said, “But no illusions are perfect. Your roommate is bound to find out eventually. Better she hear it from you, then stumble upon a full diaper pail that you didn’t conceal properly.” 

“I… yes, of course,” Rayne said, her head spinning. I’m going to have to wear diapers for years. 

She frowned, rethinking that. Maybe there was a silver lining, after all. 

I have an excuse to wear diapers for years!