Lauren's Fall Line

Carrying Gina, again, to Gina's Nursery, to sit her on the changing table, Gina felt weaker and impossibly more helpless since the troubles began. Lauren demonstrated a level of control over Gina's bodies others didn't. Had the formula diet lead to Gina losing weight to become easier for everyone to carry, or just miss honor roll athlete with the burned crotch?

Wasting no time, Lauren started to strip Gina down, ribbons out of the hair, socks tossed aside, rare diaper-covering dress pulled up and over before being tossed to the side. Gina wanted to cover herself now that she sat nude on her changing table. Her unhelpful hands only managed to clap on her breast, like it was a fucking bongo to play.

"Having fun there, bitchmaster general?"

"Gi vee vee burr didi." Gina managed to babble, a far cry from the attempted 'Please let me cover up'.

Lauren looked over the changing table and was delighted to find restraints.

"Can't leave a helpless baby bitch on her own while I look through your clothes, baby bitch might fall and go boom boom." Lauren explained with a wickedly amused grin. Gina was laid out and soon restrained, spread eagle. Lauren felt up the diaper out of curiosity.

"Wow, actually damp. I thought maybe this was all some sick perverted joke but no, you are functionally a baby. Now lets see what you have for active wear..." said Lauren, turning to the dresser and closet.

Gina squirmed, unsuccessfully, bound as she was to the table she had become intimately familiar with. She was able to hear Lauren digging through her clothes, but couldn't see what was happening.

"Nothing here is appropriate. Stay there, let me go check my car." Lauren commanded, as if Gina had a choice, strapped down as Gina was.

Time slowly passed for Gina, wondering what her tormentor was going to produce. Would it be a helpful break from the nauseating infantile clothing her mother foisted upon her or something much worse?

The answer came shortly as Lauren brought in some kind of gym bag. "I never understood the reason our gym uniform didn't allow a bra, and this won't fit, but it's the only sporty option I can find, as like I said, I'm still going to get my steps in at the park." Lauren explained and pulled out the loose mini tank required for the filmed gym classes. Undoing Gina's hand restraints the slip of material was brought down Gina's head. It was sized for Lauren, not Gina, and as if to show some weight loss might had happened it barely hung on Gina's breasts, a slight movement left or right and a tit would hang out.

"And I'm not going to wait to take breaks, if I hit my HITT rate we are staying." Lauren said crypticly, and proceeded to open Gina's diaper. Taking a Gina wipe she cleaned up the light urine and disposed of the diaper. Only to be replaced with a nighttime diaper with two soaker pads. The gym uniform is supposed to have a skort but with Gina's daytime diapers they wouldn't fit let alone with the tick padding she was about to be in.

That was when she suddenly squeaked. Lauren had inserted something. It was filling and stayed in place. Lauren holds up a pink remote and presses a button. The intense buzzing shows it plainly to be an egg. The sexually starved Gina catches her breath, cumming almost immediately. The remote is clicked and the pleasant sensation suddenly stops.

"Since the diaper has to stay on, this is my work around. You'll be available to be publically fucked with that adorable pacifier strapped in place. Private use of that mouth, which the football team has been so helpful in advertising that mouth, will be extra." Lauren lines out the plan for this run at the park.

Gina was of two minds, it wasn't the worst way to be prostituted, but she abhored being paraded as some mentally challenged over grown baby, but she was cumming from her dweeb brother rubbing too much diaper cream on, so this was a more conventional way to meet her needs.