Coming down the morning after

Weird dreams aside, Gina had a really good night of rest. Almost the first since the curse had started. Was it that she found the supportive caregivers that were promised, or had she been willingly dependent on someone rather than mentally exhausting herself resenting the treatment? After all her day-to-day had gotten easier since learning to zone it out, while her situation wasn't ideal, an 18 year old suddenly needing diapers, becoming non verbal, and unable to avoid infantile humiliations, she didn't have to feebly squirm and wriggle, impotently babble protest. Her dreams kept having themes of accepting that she was an adult baby with weird dream logic turning things on their head.

Looking left and right, her girlfriends weren't snuggled up anymore. The giant crib rails were down, Cutie currently getting a fresh diaper out with needed supplies, Susan had a spread of toys being cleaned and inspected. Nothing ****, buzzy bullet, Hitachi, a clit wand, and a smaller-end regular silicone dildo.

Gina managed to sit herself up, her warm swampy diaper indicating a change was needed, whether she was wet or messy was an impossibility for her to discern, and while she was clearly about to be changed, her friend's had already changed their clothes.

Susan was in slim fit jeans, a black top with a cream cardigan. Cutie had pink head band, a lilac dress, with a cute belt, and a sunshine yellow cropped cardigan with matching neck scarf. Gina looked down herself and was wearing...nothing. Just tits hanging out, an exposed belly button, and her thick overnight diaper, discolored from a night of use.

"I'll get her wet with some of these vibrating ones, but feel free to use the dildo, penises -and for that matter- vaginas don't bite, try to be in control in this space and maybe you can work on that trauma fear." Said Susan.

"I don't know, it was one thing when you were in charge in the shower and I was mostly trying to help Gina not fall. Are we 100% sure that Gina isn't going to back to normal next week and arrange a series of gang bangs and rapes on me and I dunno, finally chop off my clitty?" Gina asked, unsure about further involvement. No one knowing Cutie's history could really fault her, as the transition from effeminate boy to demeaned woman featured a lot of torment. All masculine clothing destroyed, the ever decreasing in size chastity cages leading to the almost evaporation of already small penis, the "key parties" where Cutie's body is given control to the key holder, as soon as Cutie's hair has grown out enough to style properly there was nary a football game whose pre- and post-ritual didn't involve Cutie dressed as a cheerleader having mouth and ass pounded by both teams in place of a sportsmanship handshake.

Gina, full of shame seeing a former victim dealing with years of targetedtorment, did her best to reach out to Cutie, wrap her arms around Cutie's surprised torso, and give a hug.

Cutie had one arm pinned to her side, and a drooling face squished into Cutie's left tit.

"Nu ma dahva pishdish." Babbled Gina into the crop top, meaning to actually say 'No more deviant punishments' but of course dependent on others to talk for her.

But the effort had a calming effect. Cutie relaxed, rubbed Gina's back, and Susan helped get Gina back to laying down.

"See, she wants this, and I want you to not be terrified of sex, that's not healthy. Now lets cuff her place and clean her up." Said Susan.

The crib cuffs that were used a lot at the start to keep the ill tempered tot in place despite her best efforts to thrash her way out of the baby treatments and not go to bed early, Gina was happier to see their use now that the powder pink straps were going to be utilized in some kinky bondage play. She was less happy about the oversized pacifier that Susan was strapping around her head. Of course if she couldn't keep quiet and her mom heard her moan in ecstasy and walk in on Gina being fucked would not end well.

Cutie was on diaper duty, cleaning Gina's doody filled diaper, after so many changes Gina had become a change-receiving expert, feeling qualitative differences, was the change adroit, gentle, soothing, utilitarian, this change was on the more perfunctory edge. Still, clean diaper area, laying on a fresh new diaper, Susan quickly got to work.

Like the shower, Susan started kissing Gina, around the pacifier, so up the neck, around the ear lobe, making sure hot heavy breath filled Gina's ears, a few fingers played up and down Gina's lips to get things going.

Gina only had a view obstructed by Susan, so it was a sudden, electric, surprise, when buzzing toys started being used, both of Susan's hands were around Gina's bust and head, holding her up over Gina on this oversized crib. So it must have been Cutie doing her best to please a pampered pussy without threat of retaliation.

Like the shower, proper attention was going above and beyond the feeble, uncoordinated, humping of pillows and stuffed animals that Gina had been limited to, the waves of pleasure being heightened by the restraints as limbs spasm, a pacifier stifling her moans. These two girls could be depended on for Gina's sexual needs, and she greatly enjoyed being dependent in the moment. It was similar to her actions in the before times, demanding attention in various ways, intimidating others into her service, but now there wasn't fear as a motivator, her good friends were giving of themselves freely.

Susan had gotten up and straddled Gina, moving in time to phantom fuck the adult baby with Cutie. Gina wasn't sure when they had stopped, but she was coming to as she was getting hoisted into her stroller, diaper snugly tapped up but the adult women not taking the time to dress the glowing, overstimulated, mess.

Gina was wheeled out to the kitchen for breakfast with her mother. A frilly bib soon tied around her neck as a bottle was put in her lips.

"Well I hope you two weren't too bored, and that the floor was fine." Said Samantha, unaware of all the carnal activities that passed the night.

"It was fine, honestly had so much fun having a super adorable girls' night. We need to do that again soon." Explained Susan.

"Uh..." Asked Tom, who had briefly snuck to the kitchen but was not expecting to see the number of women.

"Oh hi Tom, being a good big brother?" Asked Cutie. Tom seemed taken aback, and stammered, "Ye-yeah, big brother..."

Gina was left getting bottle fed by her mother as the girls went to leave, Susan giggled and whispered to Cutie, "I think he might like you~"

"Coochie coochie coo, did Gigi have fun with the big girls? Yes you did, you sure did I bet, a whoosie voosie goo goo" her mother baby-talked to Gina. It strongly underscored that her respite from total infantilism was over. Soon she would be at school and going home with another former victim and missing the attention of Susan and Cutie. But those thoughts stopped as she burped up her formula on her chest.