A public Diaper change

Gina was moved from the stroller to the table. Laying on her back, she was the center of attention. She wasn't sure if there were more eyes or phones looking her over. Had there always been this many girls on the volleyball team? One, two, ...., Gina found it was still futile to count without help. The indignities of today, and the last few months boiling over. She wanted to scream at the heavens. Yell at whatever sick fuck tore her life from her. But a pacifier bound around her head made any attempt fussy garbled squeals, adorably recorded on so many phones now.

"I was warned she is a wiggler, so please, help Hannah out and hold Baby Gigi down." Lauren said.

Hands grabbed at all sides and angles, shoulders pinned, hands clamped down, breasts even squeezed as these mini-amazons obliged. Leaving Hannah stood between Gina's impossible-to-put-together-legs.

"One tape." Hannah drew out saying as she slowly tugged the sticky tab holding Gina's waste to her body. Hiding her shame from the world. Everyone by this point knew Gina was diapered, but Lauren had turned her into a **** egg. A white shell hiding a surprise toy.

"Two tapes."

Would people now think Gina always had a vibrator hidden in there, that she was just fucking herself stupid, to busy orgasming to talk or walk correctly now?

"Three tapes"

Three! Thats the number after two! Gina thought, distracted from the ordeal momentarily. It goes two, then three, so all together its...two then three. Fuck how does counting start again?

"And four." Hannah annoumced. The heavy front, now free from it's tethers, naturally slumped forward, laying everything bare for the crowd. The mushy baby-green shit caked into every crevice. There were so many noises from the crowd, "woah" "wow" "ew" "what the fuck?" "It's green?" Along with gagging and retching from the girls who never had to be around a diaper change before.

Legs were held up, and back, pointing the offensive ass squarely up at Hannah. Did she regret how much she paid to 'win' this experience? Gina had been **** but Lauren must have given quite the sales pitch to gin up an auction. Hanah took wipes and started cleaning.

"What a disgusting freak our little baby Gigi is. Shitting yourself when you are 18. Pulling a lot of men this way?" Hannah started to say with spite and venom, not saying anything Gina didn't already lament and feel, afterall Gina had the experience of sitting in the mess. But to hear it all out loud from what could only generously be called a peer. Before all of this Gina would have thought Hannah, and everyone, beneath her, meant to serve, now Gina is so far below them.

"OwO daddy dick me down, ut-oh me made stinkies, me daddy dirty girl!" Hannah mocked in baby-talk. The greater insult was that Gina would have been lucky to string a sentence like that together. Gina was so dependent on others to figure out what she needed now, almost non-verbal.

The cleaning continued, Hannah must have had experience for she was not shy about really getting in. At least this would be a good change.

Gina convulsed and twist as the egg was turned on.

Hannah paused, "The fuck?" She asked, taking a wipe and feeling where the motion came from, entered Gina's lips. Not understanding what was going on through a wipe, Hannah ditched it and just put her fingers into Gina's cunt. The egg was taken out and held up, the vibrator turned off.

"Fucking slut has been getting off like a pervert out here this whole time!" Hannah announced. If Gina could will herself into a coma, now would have been a good time.