Marcie's Turn

As luck would have it, the curse rendering all luck to be unlucky in regards to Gina, Marcie Storm was scheduled to have an overnight with The Baby first. A mewling whine was all Gina could manage to utter before a pacifier was popped in her mouth.

Marcie, for her part, gave a short sigh, talked about canceled plans now that the baby was going to be with her. "At least it's a school night and not the weekend, I can get this done and over with." She outwardly quipped.

Gina struggled to remember the litany of abuses she had showered onto the chubby nerd in all her years as queen. Sure she could picture every moment, but thinking of a number larger than 2 had been stolen by the curse. Cronch bars, Himhe bars, Debtweeks, Teners, and of course the hometown classic confection No-Name Nougats, being taken, smeared, stomped, forcefed, forcefed rectally, the clothes getting ripped off tubbo Marcie as clearly they were too small. Marcie was going to have unfettered access to Gina, and the curse limitation of helpful figures would mean her parents would probably sign off the project report as an excellent child rear-ing experience.

Gina suckled on the pacifier worried, was it hot in here all of a sudden? She was only wearing a diaper today, her brother was supposed to help her this morning but he simply pushed her stroller out the door as quickly to Susan as he could. Circulating air across her tits ruled out the room being hotter. Had she messed her diaper in fear and dread? She couldn't rule it out, as her diaper always felt like a damp, swampy, prison, but the students stuck around her were not actively announcing the Baby is dirty, so probably not. Gina just had a karmic wheel turning up the heat under her, using past sins as fuel and the kindling was not going to run out any time soon.