Lindsey Night, Part 1

Class was passing at a crawl. Gina couldn't quite get into her zone out space, she was fidgety with carnal want after last night's orgiastic celebration. After getting off with toys her cravings shifted to more "organic" wants. When she was queen bee it was a simple matter to get her needs taken care of, having someone eat her out to avoid getting their head shaved, picking a guy to ride in front of their girlfriend to either show she could or as payment for favors. At this point she would settle for just sitting in on a No Name art class for figure drawing, life painting, body painting, body sculpture, or any of the other ones that had male centric nude models to drool over. Right now she was just drooling.

Her mother had dresses her up today, white knit booties, white hair ribbons, black satin diaper cover with lace ruffles across the butt, and a black "dress" with hemline flaring from her underbust, white frills extending 2 inches out, peter pan collar with puff sleeves. A very goth lolita look. Marcie has moved on from doll drills and was now diapering and un-diapering Gina at the middle-of-class changing table while Ms. Stepford was teaching about soothing techniques. Gina's pussy was getting plenty of air as the front of the diaper was pulled down and put back, but none of the attention Susan and Cutie had given it. Marcie had to deal with Gina's needful fidgets and squirms, resulting in a secret smack to the thigh now and then to get Gina's focus.

"Swaddling is like a big comfy hug to remind the baby of the wonderful womb they just were evicted from, and is a great tool when getting a baby onto a routine and sleep schedule. That's it for this class." Dismissed Ms. Stepford, she closely observed Marcie securing Gina's diaper in place one last time before hoisting Gina back into her stroller. Gina was hoping that she could have gotten her clothes back, but no, white booties, hair ribbons, and diaper was the outfit of the afternoon, tits out to great everyone as per usual.

Lindsey approached them. "Ready to do my project Ms. Stepford, is Gina packed and ready? No wait, let me check her bag and judge it." She said, then took Gina's diaper bag. Ms. Stepford was openly pleased, Lindsey was great at explaining what was in the bag, relating it to theory, and setting out expectations.

"Well done, it'll be nice to have a good report to grade, you'll be a wonderful mother some day." Lauded the teacher. Ms. Stepford did seem fixated on domestic life, then again it was home ec, but the high heels, apron, and make up did make her seem like she had stepped out of a heightened realism fifties Americana house where she would have had a martini waiting for her man and a roast ready in the oven.

Lindsey took Gina's stroller and started making her way out of the school. Apparently they were going to walk to Lindsey's home. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and Gina was paraded around naked but diapered.

"Gina needs her homework done well, and I am happy to do it."

Gina's blood chilled when Lindsey suddenly said the line. Memories flooded back to her, the lengths she had gone to to have her homework done for her. The shed in the very park they walking through where for 18 hours Gina has Lindsey broken so many years ago. Gina had no one protecting her in the moment. Lindsey would need her parents to sign a report, but with Lindsey's scholastic record they would probably rubber-stamp anything put in front of them. Surely Lindsey was just going to give Gina the full baby treatment, get an A+, and call it a day, but citing that line brought a great pall over Gina to loom largely. Oh Lindsey would have her perfect grade, and probably some extra credit **** to share on GaaGaaGina for the student body.

It was possible Gina was shitting herself with fear, not that she could tell since her soft food and formula diet, and total incontinence, meant she might be shitting herself anyway, or had already done so.

"The baby is going to get all kinds of special attention today, my dads are due home in the morning, so it will be just us. Bestest friends, for the whole night. You're going to have yum yum din din, stimulating playtime, and when the baby gets all tuckered out, tucked in real good with storytime. Yay storytime, bet you can't wait for that little baby." Lindsey said with a saccharine veneer.

Leaving the public park, they walked into a very nice subdivision, big houses of the upper class, well appointed lawns and even a club house. Lindsey's pushed Gina into an empty home, and with a loud clunk of a lock, that would be the last time Gina would see the outside world for at least 16 hours, and would be solely in the hands of Lindsey Shepard.