After Gina's bedtime

As Tom left Gina stranded in her play area, she tried desperately not to move. The weight of her heavy diaper hanging behind her. She couldn't see it of course, her blue party dress flared out too much to allow view of the monstrosity, but the tightness of the many tapes over her hips made sure to remind her that her mess wasn't going anywhere.

She sucked on her pacifier, with it tied around her head there wasn't much option not to, but she knew her muscles would get sore and cramp if she tried holding this crawling position. Her arms were giving out but she didn't want to move, the mess cloying at her skin. So she dipped face-first into the ground, into something like downward dog.

But the foam flooring of her play area was making her face uncomfortable after a bit. Her knees were starting to hurt. She closed her eyes like it would help her not feel the spread of her waist as she got back up on her hands and crawled to her big bear. Each movement feeling the diaper swing under her, mush getting mashed around as it went from the middle to the edges of the leg gatherers as space was made and squeezed out of the space as legs returned to fill the spot. The mess moving forward in her diaper. She knew it was going to be all over her diapered area.

Diaper area, not private parts, everyone got see the parts during changes. Parts, not pussy, vagina, taint, ass, anus, those were sexual organs, Gina wasn't going to have intimate, emotional, sex any time soon. These were parts that excreted waste. Purely functional, all hidden away in a diaper.

She hugged the bear and laid down on her back. She wanted someone to be around to fix this. She felt disgusting and powerless to do anything about it. But there was no one here. She had been great at manipulating people and displaying the power she had over them, now she had to beg for attention and hope someone, anyone, could help her.

She lost track of time, sucking away at her pacifier, laying in her poopy diaper. The slightest burn of an itch starting to form where the diaper was tightest. Maybe she wet more, it was too difficult to tell.

She was startled to sit upright as she heard the front door open, moving the clammy mess again. Her mom was finally home, dressed up and with make upon, apparently having gone out.

"Gigi, you smell terrible." Her mom said, taking off clear plastic heels, "Tom!? Tom! Get down here!"

"What?" Was the reply yelled from up the stairs.

"Get your ass down here now! How long has your sister been home?"

Tom emerged from his room and blanched as he walked into the stink-infested room.

"Exactly. Change your sister. For fucks sake. The whole room is nasty, and you will rub in her diaper ointment. If she has a rash I will make your ass regret it. It's half past her bedtime, did she even get dinner? Just...change her while I make something." Her mom ordered and went off to the kitchen.