A Bad Sleepover

Clink, slorp, fwump, clink.

Sounds echoed around the bathroom as Marcie set aside yet another empty jar, pushed the plunger on the enema, retracted said plunger, and loaded up another jar. These were bulk bought jars of baby food, so they contained upwards of four ounces each. The growing stack eventually getting into the periphery of Gina's wet eyes.

'One...one, poopy curse not letting me count, how many are in me?' Thought Gina. Still wet from the chilly bath, and on cold tile, well mostly cold. The shock of the enema made her bladder release, trapped on her stomach, there was some disgusting relief. Gina just couldn't believe how uncomfortable and full her bowels were becoming. It has been weeks since she even registered a bowel movement, she was after all completely diaper dependent and dependent on someone else changing her, that any sensation or warning was gone. Trembling here on the tile, naked, she could only guess that the inserted syringe was the only thing stopping the puree from oozing out like a bizzaro nightmare version of a creampie.

Gina couldn't tell how long this went on. She had air dried, but that was it. A sudden yank of her hips raised her butt in the air and dragged her face on the tile. Syringe still keeping her "plugged up", Marcie put a diaper under Gina, pushed her back to laying. Marcie was managing to work around the implement of ****, but like Indiana Jones with a trapped idol and bag of dirt, the trial of speed was about to start. There was no way Gina wasn't going to start shitting when the syringe was pulled, and that diaper needed to be in place.

"Ah! Da Haw Bua Gii!" Squeaked Gina from around a pacifier. The anal intrusion was out, a slimy feeling was oozing from her bottom, and tapes were quickly slammed in place. Marcie wiped her brow, and positioned Gina to sit against the bathroom wall as she cleaned up.

Peas, carrots, sweet potato, chicken and rice, turkey and rice, ham and carrot, you name it that flavor of mush was represented on thos jars, not that anyone tonight tasted them. Gina was just barely able to connect color and shape to guess what the jars said, unable to read the words. Trying to decode them at least took her mind off how far her legs were being pushed apart and the warmth violating her bottom in muck.

"Fuck, it's backwards." Marcie commented, her crime packed up tight and hidden under the sink. She had laid the diaper out like a regular change, with Gina facing the wrong way. Big catchment at the front, smaller tapered end at the back. "Well, that should still stop a mess right?" Marcie wondered, wiping Gina's tummy clean of urine. Hoisting the babied bully up, Marcie schlepped Gina to her room. A playpen was down, a light blankie on hand. Gina was flopped into her "crib" for the night, naked except a filling, backwards, diaper. Marcie tossed the blankie on, turned off the light, and left.

Gina was in tears, the feeling in her colon wasn't getting relieved, aching pressure from the **** reverse dinner made her squirm. Rolling around to try to find some position within these plastic prison bars, where her backwards plastic butt prison, could get the pain to ease

Gina slept face down, ass up, on the floor. A lifetime ago this was one of her favorite sexual positions, consensual sex or masturbation went out the window when this curse made her dependent, and while she certainly hadn't felt sexy since being put back in these oversized baby printed diapers, she felt an extra layer of incredulity as she helplessly shit herself as she fell asleep.