Lindsey's Night Part 3

Lights suddenly turned on, Gina realized she had fallen asleep. Lindsey had wet hair, so she must have taken that shower, but mockingly walking in just panties. It hit a bit different than if she was just nude. Gina was regularly naked, granted on a changing table, bench, floor, getting a diaper change or about to be bathed. She could never just be in panties, kind of like those weird posts were people say you are more nude in socks than just nothing, even though objectively you are more nude when nude, the feeling of being more exposed was a totally separate issue than the original premise.

Gina was feeling delirious, as Lindsey got another bag of oatmeal-prune-castor oil-slop. The renewed smell **** a gag from Gina. "I go to the effort to make the perfect food for you, and you insult me by regurgitating it?"

She set her phone back up on the counter, Lindsey grabbed Gina's hair, and a bit of shoulder, her extremities were numb, but was lifted enough to be put on her knees, rice digging in deeper. A tube was **** down her throat. "Here, no more of the yummy taste, you ungrateful shit." Lindsey sneered as she affixed the ziplock, when she started to squeeze and pump. Gina had been forcefed before, but not like this. Lindsey started rubbing Gina's tummy, brushing rice out from where they had dug in. As blood rushed to fill in the microbruises, the pain intensified. And when her limbs lower now feeling was returning in pins and needles. Her ass also felt irritation, no doubt being stuck in such a hot mess of a diaper was not treating her skin well.

Once the bag was empty, the tub was pulled out. Relief was brief though, as straps were unbuckled and Gina went from hogtied in the back to being hog tied in the front. She was **** on her back, new deposits of rice digging into the untouched flesh of her back. Lindsey was actually changing her. Wiping thoroughly and everything. Stuck on her back as she was, her overfilled stomach prevented her from even tilting forward to look at what was happening.

"This will let the next one last a bit longer." Lindsey said, facing away, probably showing something to the camera. There was sudden discomfort that passed rather quickly. Fantastic, a butt plug, Gina felt pathetic, being able to intuit the anal intrusion, more filling than a suppository, not followed up with a fluid rush that would come with an enema, none of active movement of fingers or a vibrating toy. Nope, she just knew by feel how she was being violated. Rice was sprinkled over again, her diaper taped tightly.

"That's all for now, this baby needs her rest, and clearly finds my floor comfy, I'll update you GaGas later." Lindsey signed off the video before putting the phone away. She looked down at the pathetic pile that was Gina, limbs bound, drooling, not even enough energy to attempt resistance. This harrowing figure had been struck so low. Surely there was a way to get this bitch to squirm.

"Ah, enriching activities and stimulation, a baby is trying to understand a big confusing world. But their only tool is really their mouth." She said slyly, mostly to herself.

"Tell you what, you do one task for me, and you'll find your night more comfortable. And all you really need to do is what comes natural...though I suppose there are some preparations to be made." Lindsey mused and took off.

Gina wallowed in her discomfort, trapped on her back, rice digging in. She had no clue what Lindsey's plan was, but if it got her off this floor and stopped getting forcefed, she was resigned to do it.

Lindsey returned with a basin of water, a tooth brush, and a wash rag. She ruffly scrubbed the sticky slop that had been caked on her face from the first feeding. Assisting Gina to sit up, she started brushing Gina's teeth. It was awkward and jarring. A second round of face wiping, and Gina was laid down on her back again.

Lindsey stood and shimmied out of her panties, and took a step over Gina. "You are going to eat me out, I expect your stupid face to be sloppy about it, but if I have an orgasm, a big fucking if, I'll move you onto carpet or something." She proposed before kneeling down onto Gina's face.

On Gina's part, Lindsey was freshly washed, but she had never been in this position before, and not with a bloated stomach. How callously she had **** other women to orally please her under penalty of ruin. A trimmed bush was in her face and was her barrier to comfort. Of the few muscles she could control, it was her tongue, she enjoyed the act, it should be simple to do. Lindsey ground into her face, ready or not, Gina had to act. She clumsily stuck out her tongue, plunging into the folds. Spittle mixed with natural juices as she suckled the clit and explored further. If only she wasn't plugged up and overly fed, at least on her back there was more of a barrier to spew. Gina closed her eyes and just tried to think of a jello cup that she was trying to get the last remnants out. Lindsey seemed to be purring, so it had to be working. Gina's face was being plastered with juices, effusively distinct and attacking the nostrils. Right now, Lindsey's enjoyment mattered above all, for the chance at a release of torment.

Lindsey was enjoying herself, her tormentor eating her out, grinding into that stupid face, the absolute bitch that crafted a hellish life around her. She was getting off more to the power she wielded than any activity the baby was accomplishing. She shuddered as she came. She held fast to Gina's face as she caught her breath.

Lindsey got up, and left.

Gina was now catching her breath, the smells stained into her face. Was that good enough to get off this rice and maybe, maybe, have the butt plug taken out? She had no idea, and wept silently.