Let the good times roll

"Susan, Cutie, you're welcome to join us for dinner." Samantha offered as the girls came in. Tom had been lounging on the couch, but became scarce once Gina was home.

"Actually, we've been having such a fun time, maybe a sleepover could happen?" Asked Susan.

"Well we have the one couch..." Samantha started saying as she knelt to fuss over Gina, the humiliation only a mom could give as cheeks were pinched, diaper checked, thigh tickled.

"Some sleeping bags in Gina's room would be fine." Cutie countered.

"Except she needs to go to bed so early, and bath time, it really wouldn't be fun for you two."

"Today has been a blast with the baby, we can take care of that stuff. I could play and cuddle with Gi-gi all day, yes I could, yes I could!" Susan countered, doubling down with baby talk as she went in to tickle Gina's tummy. Oh the day had been so good, but Gina could tell Susan was working an angle on her overly-infantalizing mother. She needed to sell that their visit aligned with the curse-warped mother's need to point out how much of a baby Gina now is.

"Well if you two insist then I suppose. We have meatloaf, let me warm the baby's baba." Acquiesced Samantha.

Gina was strolled to the table, meatloaf and mashed potatoes may have been simple faire, but the smell of fat, butter, salt, made Gina want to fling herself on the table. Milk, green mush, orange mush, milk, brown mush, blue mush, milk, no distinct flavors, just the same over and over. 'Orgasm, just focus on the orgasm.' Gina thought to herself as the adult friends picked up forks, as a rubber teat was pushed in her mouth, her mom relearning the art of one handed eating quickly. Cutie was quick to help with dishes as Susan excused herself after dinner to "get the bathroom ready".

Tom emerged as Cutie pushed Gina though the living room, his perturbed attitude towards Gina a welcomed respite from the heaps of attention she got through the day, but in it's own way was worse, as it underscored that Gina was certainly freakish despite the absurdly quick normality of the babied-adult around town became.

"Why isn't the bath ready?" Cutie asked, getting Gina out of the stroller and started undressing her.

"This is her adult day, I thought she might enjoy a shower, one helps her stand, the other washes, and..." Susan explained and produced a small clit stimulating wand. "We start her night of fun."

Gina's mouth was agape, laying with just a diaper on, she quickly reached up with "gimme" hands at the toy so far beyond her reach. Pert nipples showed the girls how ready Gina was, as minor movements in a damp diaper could be construed as humping air underscores her enthusiasm.

"Well I'm not caged...." Cutie started to say with a blush, sure, since Cutie's conversion "she" had used the girls locker room and used the showers, it was never without a chastity cage and never without torment from the other girls. It just didn't feel normal to Cutie.

"It's just us, old-Gina is gone." Susan affirmed and started the shower, quickly stripping to help normalize the situation. She helped Gina get out of her wet diaper and wiped clean. Cutie bashfully turned away, pulling her skirt off, shedding her blouse, and removing her bra. Just standing in panties, Cutie turned around. There was a...bulge would be too strong a word, it was more like if somebody had put a ring pop up there cooter and just the plastic ring interrupted the smooth plane. "C'mon, drop those too, if Gina's mom catches you in wet panties you'll be diapered like Gina."

Cutie looked away and dropped them, Cutie was so utterly feminine now, supple, smooth, well cared for skin, curves in the right places, it was jarring to see the acorn sized dick and clearly shrunken sac. Most of the time the bulky chastity cages clearly made Gina think Cutie was bigger, but years of binding and hormones left Cutie with a baby-sized dick.

Helping hold Gina up, Cutie joined Susan in the hot shower, there being three left space a bit tight. It didn't matter to Gina, she wasn't sitting in luke warm bath soup with floaty toys, getting doused by the pitcherful of water. It was clean, hot, and steamy. Hands running up and down her body, not checking her diaper, not pinching her cheeks, not tickling her tummy. She almost felt like the adult she had been, fantasizing she was being attended to by hand maids or something. Cutie stood behind her, holding Gina tight, breasts squeezed on her back, Susan held her more sensually, one hand behind Gina's head, lips kissing, playfully bitting, other hand working it's way up a thigh to a hairless cunt begging for release.

Hot water cascading down, it was hard to tell if she was wet from just the shower, gushing with adult pleasure, or in the back of her head, if she was just straight-up pissing on Susan's hand. It didn't matter, her legs were shaking from thunderous wave after wave of pent up orgasmic release. Cutie was doing her best to adjust and hold tight to keep Gina standing. Susan broke away from the kiss to get close to Gina's ear, "Bring your hand around and keep rubbing, I'll scrub her body, just don't stop, she's a waterfall from barely a touch." Clearly not talking to Gina, but directing Cutie, Susan's hand not leaving until Cutie was in place. Gina started to moan with ecstasy now that her lips weren't locked, but Cutie's other hand quickly covered her mouth, partly to stop water from accumulating, but more to stop any curiosity of Samantha, if they were caught now, girls night may never come again.

Soapy lather was rubbed up and down Gina's body, but her legs were shaking too much for Cutie to keep a hold over her mouth and play with Gina's clit, acting quickly, two fingers shot in and hooked up, somehow perfectly onto Gina's G-spot. If she had any control or coordination, Gina would have jumped, over joyed. Instead a slight arch up onto her tip toes was managed. The insertion was frictionless, Gina's eyes were almost in the back of her head. Susan was knelt and washing Gina's body. Satisfied, the buzz of the toy joined the white noise of falling water.

Fingers pumping, mouth held tightly shut, Susan brought the round tip between Cutie's hand and Gina's clit. Pleasure heightened, tears were falling, the three women were dripping wet, Gina dripping most of all. Time meant nothing as it felt like it was stretching into eternity, but oh so instantly was cut short, the toy was turned off, the fingers slid out and manually rubbed as Cutie and Susan eased Gina down into a sitting position. Gina lurched forward and hugged Susan tightly, sobbing as Cutie completely withdrew. Susan held Gina and rubbed her back, not in an infantilizing way, but supportive, letting months of humiliation decompress snottily, clumsy kisses up and down Susan's face.

Gina was moved to the back, splayed out in an afterglow of drooling pleasure as the capable adults quickly washed up.

"So...huh." Cutie said, not finding words.

"Yeah, that was...intense. But she's clearly happy now."

"Seeing you, on your knees, and feeling...that, I think, I think I felt a lot too...?" Cutie stammered, confused in her own feelings.

"We'll have pillow talk later Cutie, want to get each other's backs?" Susan said, diffusing the atmosphere, getting it back to the more concrete and tactile.

Gina could barely enjoy the view of the feminine bodies rubbing, touching, bubble butts at eye level, a faceful of Susan snatch close enough that Gina could have reciprocated her sexual release with an eating out of gratitude, instead a tongue limply edged over wet lips, and water was suddenly cut off.