Babe in a different dreamland

Gina was in a fitful sleep, the soresness of her ass was ever present. Doing what she could to sleep on her stomach. Her mom had applied some aloe lotion to her bottom and she had more liquid medicine droppered into her mouth. Shatever the cocktail was had allowed her to to get some sleep.

Gina was walking through no name high, it almost seemed normal, but she understood she was still in a diaper, pacifier in her mouth, going through these endless halls as people filtered into the auditorium for an announcement.

Gina was shocked to see...Gina on the stage. But this was a 14 foot tall Gina, bonnet on, bib over freely exposed breasts, sat on a throne-like highchair, yellowing massive diaper on full display. BigBaby!Gina had the microphone and the student body was in a despondent line going up to her.

"And every morning, after the pledge of subservience, every class will send the boy with the largest cock to the principal's office, where she will select the best specimen to fuck me silly for the morning class. The girls will be excused from all classes as they will need to be in the milking stockades. There will be none of your stupid potty breaks, so you will now be allowed to copy my outfit that everyone has been jealous of and be diapered." BigBaby!Gina announced, the line of students shuffling along. They were paying tribute to the titan-toddler totalitarian.

The walls shifted as Gina viewed a different auditorium, this one brightly decorated like some kind of pep rally. Susan was giving the speech.

"And with all of your support, we can change our mascot from the No Name Bimbos to the new No Name Babes, with our new mascot Gina!" She announced. Applause fills the room as two lines of cheerleaders race out, the new uniform being a tight top with a bib printed on it, padded scorts with printed over safety pins and cartooney lines. The pom poms have been altered to be larger rattles with streamers.

But the cheers double as a regular sized Gina toddles out, under her own power, big pacifier in the school colors, an off brand pale yellow with a generic eggshell blue.

Gina groans from behind her own pacifier, but this bab!Gina is a celebrated person, now walking, being a font of encouragement rather than a tyrant of misery. Similar to past dreams, a clear dichotomy of choice, to keep being the miserable bitch she had been, or try to turn things around, but clearly, an acceptance of all this adult baby lifestyle is needed either way...