Marcie's turn with Baby Gina

Gina belched, white wet spittle going down her chest as she was **** to drink her 20th or so bottle that day. She felt overstuffed and underdressed, a distended belly of baby formula and nary a piece of clothing beyond her warm, snug, swollen, diaper. The guantlet of Home Ec classes had finally come to a close as Ms. Stepford laid Gina out for another diaper change, where everyone could see.

Gina laid limply, belly gurgling from being over full, accustomed now to a lack of privacy and modesty. The day has been a haze until someone brought it into sharp focus.

"My car is ready, got the seat locked in. Do I need anything else?" Asked Marcie Storm.

'Right, fucking babysitting for grades...' Gina remembered, voicing her disdain at these humiliations, Gina managed, "Phududuhh!" And a spastic wave of an uncooperative hand that only ended up smearing drool further around her own tits.

"Just need your parent or guardian to sign off on your report, log in the times you performed childcare activities, and that's it." Ms. Stepford explained, rubbing baby powder into Gina's bald crotch and encasing Gina in yet another thickly padded diaper. Gina's attempt at protests are cut short when her pacifier is popped in her mouth, and she gets buckled into her stroller, a baby wipe cleaning of her tits.

Marcie took the handles of the stroller and started moving through the crowded halls of No Name High.

For anyone else, what a nightmare scenario, bound in a chair, naked, countless eyes of lecherous boys and judgemental girls upon Gina's body in a procession of indignities, but the further embarrassment of the stroll out was the utter normalcy of all participants. Oh Gina's naked? Must be Tuesday. No odor currently, Gina must be clean. Her place as the terror of the school was so far behind her that she was even getting random cheek pinches as Marcie stopped to drop off her bag, visit a friend, hit up a vending machine, like Marcie's muffin top needed any more help.

Gina was cursed with utter dependence on the people around her, and popular opinion was not very kind. Gaa-Gaa Gina follower count had plateaued, viral videos of trains ran her mouth, bottom hot red from spankings, had given whoever managed that good ad revenue but quickly made the spectacle the norm.

Marcie loaded Gina into a large car seat, stowed the stroller, and sat behind the wheel. "My parents are home, so don't worry about any **** punishments, just be ready for your dinner after bath time, I know I'm looking forward to it." Marcie said sweetly to the rearview mirror, right at Gina.

'Dinner after bath time?' Gina questioned. It was a giant deviation from her routine. Usually it was get home, have a bottle, be in the play pen, spoonfed dinner, another bottle, bath time, and then tuck in. Why would she get a bath first when she usually ends up wearing it? Gina paled, 'Unless, dinner wouldn't be given in a traditional way. Marcie's fat ass would remember all the candy I stuffed in it!' Gina realized, tears welling for what would be an aweful night.