Cutie's Babysitting Offer

Susan was pushing Gina out from final period and heading towards the cafeteria, Gina needed a change but it's not like this high school had regular baby changing tables let along one big/strong enough for a teen. When Cutie caught up with Susan and started accompanying them.

"Susan, the Gina-sitting thing, is that for real?" Asked the waif of a boy, Cutie was the textbook definition of an effeminate trap, nobody could even remember his real name, Gina made sure he was her "cute little plaything" and the name stuck.

"Yes, you pay me $20, I recommend you to Gina's mom to babysit her, along with a cut of any revenue you make from using her, did you see the latest gaa-gaa?" Susan explained.

"Maybe, was it the one where she was buried in her used diapers?"

"No that was last week, this one was the public change and spank in the mall food court."

"I'll need to check that. But please, here." Cutie said, offering Susan $20. "I need her on a Saturday, you know, Saturdays are for the boys." He hinted with a wink.

Susan accepted the money and parked the stroller. Getting out Gina's diaper bag she spread out the plastic mat on the cafeteria table. Gina was freed from the stroller, only to be tilted forward on the table and rolled onto her back.

Today she was in a teddy bear themed onesie, fuzzy brown fur covered her with a hood that had little ears. She covered her face as she heard the now-too-familiar *snap* *snap* *snap* as the flaps were undone and her diaper was exposed, today was plain white, with a landing zone strip of abc blocks. The screeching peel of the four tapes being undone, one by one.

Susan, for her part, was not drawing things out, and was rather adroit about the whole thing. She scooped what she could with the front, had wipes to clean up the teen baby, rolled up the used diaper and got out a fresh one, this one was an all-over print of unicorns.

Gina shook her head, face still covered, she had been changed hundreds of times like this, if peopledidn't know Gina was the teen baby, they would have recognized her by her ass alone by now. This was the part of the change Gina hated, as Susan started to sprinkle on the baby powder (cornstarch based) and rubbed it in.

The only time Gina has a modicum of privacy, is when she is put to bed in her crib, mobile twinkling away a lullaby, pacifier gag strapped in, baby monitor light glowing on a shelf, large overnight diaper with a stuffer pad pushing her legs apart, not exactly a good "mood setting" and so she hasn't been able to masturbate. It's been weeks now and she was getting "needful". Susan ran her fingers over Gina's sensitive areas, rubbing in the baby powder, when Gina's hips bucked on their own. Susan and Gina's mom had assumed it just a reaction to being tickled, but in truth, the light rubbing was getting closer and closer to being what Gina needed to cum.

But today wasn't that shameful day yet, as her newest plastic prison was taped into place, onesie resnapped together, and she got moved back into her stroller to be buckled down.