SPOILERS: This chapter and further chapters contain spoilers for Academy A - Chapter 14.

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"Oh my god you put a mechanical bouncer in this? That's so robot nursery chic and I am here for it."

Blossom beamed as she continued to read, her eyes scanning across the lines while she continued to grin.

Wendy's Private Hell? More like Blossom's Private Heaven.

I sure hoped the chapter was good. Thankfully, I knew Blossom had never filled her diapers before either, so her frame of reference was as biased as my own. Then again, Blossom had done a lot of weird stuff. Had she had an enema before? Oh, but that didn't matter: the enema feeling was in the previous chapter. I let out a sigh of relief as my anxiety spiral collapsed in on itself, like a tower of insecurity cards under the weight of my pervy little diaper sins.

"That's right, Wendy, mess your diaper, let it aaallll out," Blossom grinned maniacally. "You didn't make your Mistress proud but you’re sure make the readers proud!"

Blossom did her best not to use words like aroused or horny or talk about her own sexual thoughts on this.

I liked Blossom's live commentary. This was also the first live commentary since we had that conversation about her less-than-ladylike word choices, and it seemed to be going well. Unfortunately, I didn't really have any input on this part of the story. This part was mostly just smut for smut's sake.

"I often wonder just how bad it is," Blossom pondered aloud. "Is messing yourself one of those things people love the idea of, but the reality is worse? There's so many cute girls on twitter who poop their pants and they don't seem bothered by it, but you can’t trust everything you read on the internet."

"No idea," I admitted. All I knew was what I read in stories.

"We should try it one day~" Blossom added nonchalantly, but she didn’t give Amy time to dismiss her before continuing to comment. "I love that she doesn't care that she's stinky; she just cares that she failed. And yup there's the D word. Maaaaan, disappointment is such a powerful word."

"Mmhmm." I knew firsthand. That comment on Academy I still rolled around in my head at night, even though the reader in question seemed to enjoy my later works. What was it about Littles that made disappointment our kryptonite? Why did we all care so much?

"Oh Wendy, you poor thing. You might have been able to hold out, but the deal was rigged… just like you are, bouncer girl~"

Blossom’s commentary often felt a little pointless, but she knew that Amy appreciated it. Even the silly comments with no real purpose seemed to fuel her writer friend. So Blossom kept going.

"I love that Mistress Mif is giving her a chance to work harder. Like she's actively set her up to fail, but is making her think it's her own fault and now she's gonna beg to do better and wow she just kissed Wendy! Why did she do that?"

"Uh... yeah. It just seemed in character?" I felt a bit of heat on my cheeks and shied away from Blossom, but not far enough that I couldn't read the screen. "I dunno, probably because it's confusing, but also to show how much control she has? That Wendy belongs to her?"

"I'll have to remember that~" Blossom spoke in an upward, almost fairy-tale inflection, and then got back to reading. "God. You'll make me proud because you don't have a choice; such a good line!"

For the rest of the chapter, Blossom was quiet as she read, and it didn't take her too long to get to the final line. When she did, she blinked and shook her head like a cat who'd eaten something she shouldn't have, and then re-read it again. And again.

"What do you mean thank you?! What?! Who? How?!"

"Hm?" I tilted my head with a happy smile. At the end of the chapter, Wendy found a note in her pocket that said "Thank you". The problem was, Wendy didn't remember ever getting the note.

"Okay. First: who wrote the note? Second: how did she get it? Third: what are they thanking her for? These are not rhetorical questions; Blossom needs answers!"

"Blossom will have to wait for more chapters," I told her plainly. "But all will be made clear in time."

Blossom was positively vibrating on the sofa with anticipation and I was as calm as could be. The only time I ever felt less anxious than Blossom was when she finished a chapter of Academy Works.

"Noooo, this is where you tell me 'oh yeah I wrote three more chapters, here you go, Blossom!'"

Her pout would have made a fantastic reaction gif.

"I did that one time," I sighed dramatically. "I think I spoil you, you know. Nobody else even gets to read these!"

Blossom Brixley had a really good whine. It was well practiced and rehearsed, and she usually used it to manipulate boys, but it was of equally good use in that moment.

"But I want mooore, I want moooore, Mia Moore!"

I shrugged. I didn't like saying no to Blossom. I wished I had the rest of Academy A all written; then I wouldn't have to stress about it so much. Alas...

"Two more chapters until the end," I told her, though I wasn't sure exactly how I would fit in everything I needed. Wendy's chapters ran longer than I expected.

"Two?" Blossom asked, blinking.

"The first story had twelve, the second thirteen, the third fourteen..." And so on and so on. "So Academy A should have sixteen."

"That's amazing that you're able to make them line up like that."

"Well, I didn't plan it at first." After the coincidence fell into my lap two times in a row, I decided to keep it going in Part 4. Now I’m regretting it a little. Two chapters to finish this story...

"I want there to be more, buuuut I know I can't rush genius. And besides, I probably should get my Selkie dress in order for tonight. I hope everyone else likes me in it as much as you did~"

"Are you really going to wear that thing in public?" Not that she didn't look great in it! But, well... it sure wasn't the kind of thing I had ever seen an adult wear to a New Year’s Eve party. Maybe a five year old, who fell asleep at 9pm.

"Oh absolutely! Selkie dresses are majorly fashionable. It's not like my usual style - which is much more VSCO girl with a dash of basic bitch - but because it's not my usual style it'll make a fantastic impression at the party!"

"I don't know if I was supposed to understand any of that, but okay." Still, the thought of prancing around in that fluffy colorful outfit? I just... I couldn't imagine it. Wasn't she the one that didn't mix up her spheres or whatever? But then I was struck by another worry.

"Wait, we have to stop by my house. I don't have anything to wear." I didn't know it would be a fancy dress up thing!

"That's chill; your house is closer to the campus than we are out here anyway. I can get ready at your place, right? I've got what I'm wearing, and my makeup is in the car. And I think your Mom is pretty rad too."

With any luck, she wouldn't be home, but luck was never something I had in abundance.