SPOILERS: This chapter and further chapters contain spoilers for Academy A - Chapter 8.

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"It absolutely is more efficient to talk in baby talk," Blossom agreed, reading along with Chapter 8. One of the classes was about efficiency in speech. "Is ab-see-looty more fish-ant, jus' all baby talks!" She was equal parts proud and embarrassed at how that came out of her mouth. Quietly, she went back to reading.

"I love this campus aesthetic, with the big iron gate. If there was a rainbow over the sky and the sky was blue? It would look like a prestigious institution."

"I was going for a Harry Potter kind of vibe," I admitted. "Like, they don't mention electricity or anything."

"Wait, they don't?" Blossom asked incredulously, thinking back to all the chapters she read about Aya. "Yeah, I guess they have lanterns and stuff..."

"I think a lot of 'diaper school' stories are kind of tropey. And I wanted to avoid this one feeling like an institution, like the first two stories. This is where I landed."

I leaned a little closer and looked over Blossom's shoulder. She was a fast reader, faster than me.

"I love the conditioned fear response to disrespecting the school. Like, the fence is so symbolic because the act of running away is too scary to face the consequences anyway."

She read a little further, talking next about Wendy's gym class.

"Poor Wendy. She's afraid of being sweaty. I love working out, although I bet in diapers it's not as comfortable."

"Yeah, that was my thought too." I had never exercised in a diaper; I had barely walked around in one. The problem with writing sometimes is that you have to just guess and pray it doesn't break the immersion.

"The more I think about it, the less pleasant it sounds. Even though I've spent years fantasizing over being the cheerleader on top of the pyramid, in diapers, and everyone can see? Being sweaty when diapered sounds blah."

After that admission, Blossom went back to reading.

I was still stuck on the mental image of Blossom at the top of a cheerleader pyramid with her diaper on display for the school - the crowd laughing - when she said her next comment.

"Oh my gosh. No way. No wayyyyy."

Oh, right. The messing scene. I leaned away from Blossom and sunk down a little bit on the sofa.

"Wow this scene is so hot, holy shit. I didn't think about the virtues of vault horses and the posing for diaper messing, but wow, is it warm in here?"

"Thanks..." Diaper messing was probably the weirdest part of my fetish. I mean, it was relative, but I was always a little embarrassed about bathroom stuff. Had Blossom not read the other Academy stories - all of which included messy diapers - I probably wouldn't have ever told her that I wanted to try something like that.

"You know, you do messing a lot faster in this one," Blossom said. "For both Aya and Wendy."

"Yeah well, I think waiting so long in Academy K really put people off the story..." Academy A had messing in Chapter One. That was a new record for me.

"I think messing in stories is like a Moment. Like, when you read stories about boys experimenting with sexuality, the Moments are like 'okay, he sucked his first dick'. And then 'right, now he has a dick in his ass' and that's cool. And those are the big watershed parts of the story and the character development and stuff. They can be big and flashy or quick and to the point, but I think more than them happening at all is the context of how they happen."

Blossom was babbling, so she tried to reframe.

"I don't think delaying the diaper messing in K was a big deal, because when it happened it was awesome and it had one of your best ever lines."

"It did...?" What line was she talking about?

"Yep! The whole "because it'll happen again, so I should get used to it" line absolutely slays me. Like I could get off to that - and have! - probably forever and ever and a thousand times over. It's just verbal fire. The whole 'this is how you'll be from now on' stuff makes me so hot, you have no idea."

"I have some idea," I laughed. It was kind of uncomfortable, hearing another girl talk so candidly about masturbation. Especially when it was my work she was masturbating to. But at the same time, there was a lot of flattery there. Wasn't the whole point of reading smut to get off to it? So I must have been doing something right.

"Finish the chapter," I said, pointing her back at the story. It was almost over anyway.

So Blossom did. She made a quick comment about Aqua liking strong guys and Lyra liking girls, and how both of those were relatable. When she got to the end, she whined:

"I wanna know mooooreeeee! You know something is gonna happen in the nurse's station!"

"Why would you think that?" I teased. I mean, if nothing was going to happen, I wouldn't write about it. That was a good law of storytelling: skip over pointless stuff. Sometimes I wished I could do that with my own life; I could just bounce from one weekend with Blossom to the next. That would sure be convenient.

"Because I've read enough smut to know the laws of Chekhov's Diaper Changing Station, cupcake! And you're grinning that cute cheeky grin you have and I want more!"

"You'll have to wait. I'm a little creatively tapped out." I faked a smile and took back my laptop. I knew what the changing scene would be like, but I didn't know where to go from there. They had one more class before lunch, when Wendy would inevitably have to meet up with Summer. After all, that had already happened earlier in the story. Time skips were a little hard to keep track of, but at least I wouldn't have to write new dialogue.

Blossom whined, but it didn't take long for her smile to come back. While she was a little bit pouty over not having more, the fact that she got to read some before anyone else at all made her feel special.