SPOILERS: This chapter and further chapters contain spoilers for Academy A - Chapter 13.

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"I knew it! I knew it was a continuation!"

Blossom tucked her knees underneath herself as she cradled the computer in her lap and continued to read. Mistress Miff gave the commands "come" and "bend over", and it was incredibly hot. Blossom was already biting her lip.

"You write sexy so well, cupcake."

"Well, I'm glad my inexperience doesn't show." I rolled my eyes and sunk into the sofa. I was reading over Blossom's shoulder, taking bites of my breakfast sandwich.

"You know, I've never had an enema before? And that's weird, right? Like, I love it up the candy aisle, but enemas have just never come up in general." Usually, Blossom would read through stories rather quickly. When it came to Academy Works, she was slow and methodical, taking in every sentence, every word, and picturing every moment.

"I mean, I haven't either. I get a lot of the descriptions from other stories, and... I dunno. Imagination." The idea of shoving a tube up my butt and filling me with water wasn't the sexiest thing I could think of, but uncontrollably filling my diaper? Well... it probably wouldn't translate to real life. I always figured since I didn't like wetting myself that much, I probably wouldn't like messing either. But now that I'd tried Megamaxes, I wasn't so sure about the first part. If A informs B and A is disproven, what does that mean for B?

"We definitely need to try it then," Blossom proclaimed as casual as one might mention trying a different restaurant. "For science and artistic integrity."

Blossom scrolled and continued to read.

"Gosh that boy on the floor watching her, it gives this all such a sense of… of…" She tried to think of the word. "Spectacle? And for a Candy, does that make it better, or make it worse?"

"They haven't called them Candies in this story yet," I reminded her, but Blossom just rolled her eyes.

"Call them whatever you want; we know what they are."

Yeah, she had a point. I picked up a hash brown and settled back in next to Blossom.

"Wendy felt like a balloon with that enema inside her ~ you know that's a kink? Some people get off to the blueberry inflation scene in Willy Wonka. That's not one that I really understand, but the idea of feeling that way because of an enema is pretty sexy."

For a few more moments, Blossom was quiet, before she mumbled under her breath: "Poor Wendy, three quarts is so much. I bet even standing is hard."

"The internet says it's reasonable," I nodded. I knew measuring units pretty well with all the baking I did, and three quarts seemed impossible from that lens. But sure enough, people online disagreed. Three quarts seemed like a fair compromise between reality and reality-but-for-perverts.

"I believe the internet in this case, but I think if we're gonna start shooting water up each other's tushies, we should probably start smaller and work our way up." Blossom had clearly moved from the "maybe that idea sounds fun" into "we're trying this for sure" territory.

"There's absolutely no way that's happening," I told her bluntly. Even if it was something I wanted to try, it sure as hell wouldn't be around Blossom Brixley.

"I'm just picturing Wendy climbing up on the changing table, clumsy like a little kid trying to get up on a gym horse and… wow that's a hot line. Soon she'd be in diapers, where she belonged. That's such a simple sentence, but so many hot buttons are being smashed. "

"Yeah, I'm a literary genius. I'm sure I haven't used that line a dozen times before." It was actually kind of weird talking about the past few chapters; it was mostly sexy stuff. Not sex, exactly. But you know, forced into diapers. The thing that turned us both on. Maybe we shouldn't be reviewing these chapters together...

"A baby bouncer! That's the perfect thing to follow up, like… it's like shaking up a soda can! There is simply no way she's going to be able to hold that in while in a baby bouncer, there's just no way. She's gonna be so broken, and it's gonna be so hot!"

That was how most of Blossom's comments went. Something was sexy, something was hot. Fanning herself, squirming in place. It was nice to see that I could evoke such strong emotion in her, but it was also a little awkward. I settled into a quiet rhythm of letting her talk herself out.

"Gosh, god, holy fucking heck, that chapter was SO HOT. Wow." Blossom leaned back in the chair, untucked her legs from beneath her, and fanned herself while she bit her lip and shook her head. "If you weren't here, I'd have had my hands down my panties this whole time, and it's important to me that you know that."

"Do you usually talk like this with people?" I asked, somewhere between embarrassed and uncomfortable. I knew Blossom was a pretty sex-positive person, but the past fifteen minutes felt a little excessive. Was she always like that? I probably got it in smaller doses.

"I mean, it depends, I guess?" Blossom thought about that.

"Like, I talk about sex with Becky all the time, it's not a big thing. But…" and this was only occurring to Blossom for the first time, now. "Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"Uh..." I really didn't want to be a stick in the mud, but Blossom was getting good at reading me.

"It's okay if it does. I'd rather know about it."

"A little, I guess?" I wiped my hands on my pajama pants and put my hands together. "I mean, I know that's what my stories are for, right? Academy Works is hot. So I'm not... surprised, exactly. It's just the, like... candid nature of... I dunno."

Blossom thought about that for a moment and considered how to respond. If she over corrected, then Amy would be more reluctant to trust her with these feelings. And if she didn't correct, then she'd know she was consciously making Amy uncomfortable. It was going to be a bit of a balancing act, and she wanted to get it right.

"Well, how about this: I'll keep my main commentary for the story based on the stuff I like, but not talk explicitly about how much it turns me on, and then at the end of a chapter, I can just give you like…a rating out of 10 for Blossom Arousal?"

"That's..." Huh... "Yeah, actually... that would work really well. Or, um. If there's a certain line or something, I'd still want to know. Because sometimes I'm proud of certain sentences, so..." I peeked up over the rims of my glasses at Blossom's blurry face. I hadn't been looking at her.

"How about if I don't mention a line, and you're proud of it, you ask me what I thought of that line? Would that work for you?"

Blossom was pretty proud of her ability to reason and compromise in particular today.

"Uh huh, that would work." I nodded shyly. After a pause, I asked: "So, what did you think of the chapter? Of the story so far?"

"Well I think these two chapters are going to be insanely popular, and I think this story so far has been the biggest amount of like… mystery? Like the whole thing has this unquantifiable feel, like we're going to be learning something. Or maybe we - and by we I mean the readers - already have and we just haven't figured it out yet."

"Cool." I smiled brightly.

"I am also upset that you ended it there!" Blossom pouted.

"Yeah I... couldn't write more after that." I was a bit flustered, to be honest, but I opted for my second excuse. "It was really late."

"That makes sense, you're not much of a Night Owl ~ more of a Baker-Bird~" Blossom grinned, but she realized immediately that her joke fell flat. "You know, like the bourbon?"

Suddenly, Blossom was aware that she didn't actually know if Amy even drank alcohol.

"Never mind!"