Finally back to normal...ish

The frilly dress was back on, Gina sucking away on her pacifier, the rubber did not actually get the memory of the slop to go away but it was reassuring to just be tasting rubber. Unbelievably her stomach growled as she was carted through no-name high by Lindsey.

Susan was standing by home ec. Ms. Stepford chatting with her before facing Gina and Lindsey with a smile, "No irate calls about a messy room, not that it was worry with such a good student." She welcomed Lindsey.

"Here is my report, signed by both my dads, it was certainly eye opening but I miss sleeping through the night." Lindsey said, letting Susan take the stroller and giving the teacher a binder of paper. "What new demo are we going to use Gina for next?"

"Oh my unit on infant development is over, Gina is going back to her other classes. Can't let her waste her education." Laughed Ms. Stepford.

'A fat load of good they're going to do.' thought Gina. But she was relieved to be out of home ec. And back with Susan. As Susan stopped at her locker, Gina made grabby hands up at the former lieutenant.

Susan knelt, unbuckled the adult baby, and held her in a hug, rubbing Gina's back. It was nice to feel safe with her friend. Gina spit out her pacifier to babble.

"Susu Gigi hap fwa bessess." Gina's mouth betrayed her with unintelligible words, but the inflections and emotes were intact. Susan could tell Gina was happy to see her.

"Missed you too, bossy baby, we have some free time, bet you are hungry." Susan affirmed, buckling Gina back in her stroller, and offered the pacifier back. Gina took it.

It felt nice being clothed in school, even if she was perpetually damp in her pamps. A good change of pace from how often she was paraded with her tits out. Parked at a cafeteria table, Gina saw Cutie.

Cutie had a headband on, coordinating with her neck scarf. A cardigan with flowers embroidered along the bottom, black yoga pants left nothing to the imagination and yet any hint of dick was untraceable. For all purposes Cutie was just another one of the girls. She pulled a rattle from a side pocket of the ever present diaper bag and shook it around for Gina. Gina couldn't help herself, she clapped and giggled to the noise.

Susan returned with a bottle, testing the temp on her wrist, she took a seat opposite to Cutie and held it out for Gina. Gina latched on and started suckling. As the warm sweet milk went down, Gina slightly tuned out Susan and Cutie's conversation as she lost herself in introspection.

There was no denying it to herself anymore, she was enjoying being a baby, at least in the company of her friends. Or was she just used to it by now? If the curse was gone tomorrow, what would she do? It was impossible for her to tell if her diaper was used, would she start paying attention in class again, or just lose interest and zone out in her baby-space? Even with all the spankings, enemas, lack of control, there was a freedom from pressure and obligation. She wasn't expected to do reports, think about college or getting a job, it was playtime all the time, and the only adult need she ever felt was for sexual release. Her friends can take care of that. No relationship drama or emotional labor needed.

Gina surprised herself with a burp. Cutie leaned in and wiped her mouth.

"Well that's good she's getting a break. I can't imagine being stuck as the practice baby was very fun." Cutie resumed talking.

"Didee fhiztupit buh dug lala." Gina babbled, wanting to say 'at least my diapers were getting changed a lot.' but unable to articulate.

"Is that right Gina? I guess it's a good point. What about that Francine?" Asked Susan, a little smirk on her face. Of course she didn't really understand what Gina meant, but was humoring her input as valid.

"I suppose from one point of view that's how it would work, but that's a lot of rubber bands, wouldn't a racheting strap be easier to set up?" Responded Cutie, leaning in on the silly indulgence.

Gina slapped the stroller tray, "Sha ba lala fhitzitz do bo mo."

"Okay! I was just kidding. You take the prince however you want." Said Cutie as she feigned being lashed out at.

Susan couldn't help but laugh, "So the baby is plotting her next ****, just wanting a boy toy, or is this a full ransom operation? Just need to time it between nap time and bed time."

"Phumoomoo!" Gina called out, not meaning to be as loud as she was.

"Shut the tard up!" Was randomly called out.

Gina shrank inward, red in the face. Susan glared somewhere past her, Cutie, wanting to stay out of any crosshairs, offered Gina her pacifier. She took it, it gave some small comfort as she realized how ridiculous everything was.

She was 18 and a total baby. And just minutes ago was actually happy about it.

The bell rang and people got up to go to first period. Gina stayed with Susan all day, who was sweet enough to get out her crayons and blank pages as the teachers went into lectures that Gina couldn't follow, either she was missing information from a prior unit, having been stuck in home ec, or Gina was actually getting dumber. Either way, it was worthless to pretend to even pay attention. She just focused on grabbing a crayon, not able to be picky about color, and scribbled on paper. In her head she was trying to make a map of where they had gone for spa day, Cockscomb, thrift stores, home. What she managed to get on the page in 5 class periods was a purple splotch, a brown stick, green spider, and orange zig zags.

Then came P.E. Susan brought the stroller into the locker room. Girls were stripping down, uniform crop tops were drapped over bare breasts, sport bras weren't allowed and neither were plain ones, athletic shoes laced and tied up. Gina just watched as Susan easily followed suit. To be in such panties again, it was silly to even picture, after all Gina would just poop in them anyway. Once changed, Susan helped Gina out of her stroller, pulling the dress off to have Gina naked, laid out on a bench to have her diaper changed. At least most of the locker room was empty, nobody wanting to be late. But Susan had to take time, wiping Gina's ass clean.

Snug in a new diaper, over her head went the crop top, being last to get one only the tiny freshmen sizes were left, underboob central for Gina. The bikini bottoms were wrestled up, but barely a third of the diaper was covered. The frilly socks were taken off, no attempt to put shoes was done. Susan picked up Gina to carry into the gym.

"Tardy, 5 laps." The coach said the minute Susan was in the gym. She set Gina down and got started running the exterior of the court. Whoever picked a wood floor for gym never considered how it feels to crawl on it. Gym sucked, it did before, but now it sucked maybe 2, 3 extra dicks, in magnitude. Gina started crawling as the rest of the class did their warm up stretches.

Barely half way down the side, Susan lapped Gina. Five laps would take a while. At least she wasn't having to actually work out. Left hand, right hand, left knee, right knee, her padded ass slowly plodded along the edge of the gym, barely done with the first leg when Susan ran past again.

Today's drills were about ball control, passing between the scantily clad senior class without the use of hands, a lot of boob squeezing, thigh holds, as they passed different sized balls to each other. The only way Gina could have participated would be to just lay flat on her back, legs up and a arms forward to have her stomach form a basket that the other girls have to squat over, maybe hold a tennis ball in her mouth? She had turned and was crawling down the short side, nearly finished as Susan passed her. Gina was happy to be left alone, crawling with her pacifier.

Gina was almost finished with her first lap when the activity changed. "Human relay, get in your attendance rows, that's your team, pick one to be a baton, the other four, split to opposite ends, carry your baton and pass them to the next." Ordered the coach.

Gina's row had Mikka, Emma, Vanessa, and Marcie. None looked happy about the task. Mikka had to be 90 pounds soaking wet, an exchange student from Tokumei Academy. Likewise was the stick figure queen of the chess club, Emma. Vanessa at least was a healthy figure, maybe treading the boards and whatever else theater kids do was helpful. Marcie at least could be mistaken for having some muscle under her bulk, but really fatty McCandy muncher wasn't going to be helping much. Not that Gina had much room to talk, she couldn't stand, let alone carry another person.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Asked Marcie as the girls clustered.

"Just lose? The last place penalty can't be that bad." Emma commiserated.

"No lose, we no win, but no lose. Bad mark on record, home family have me stand with bucket water until happy family dinner out to do eat." Mikka said in her broken English.

"Well if it was relaying either of you that might be possible, but we got the baby." Marcie scoffed, shooting a glance at Gina.

"It is what it is, not like this class matters, just, Marcie you start off, Emma go with her, Mikka stick with me, I'll do what I can to bring energy to the closing act." Finished Vanessa, hefting Gina up to hold.

At least one thing was in their favor, Gina was used to be carried. The other clusters were still trying to pick who would be awkwardly carried.

Vanessa leaned forward, shoving Gina towards Marcie. The heavyset girl took the oversized baby, it was awkward untangling her legs from Vanessa's waist to swap to Marcie's gut. Mikka and Vanessa headed to the other side of the gym to get in place for the race.

The Coach waited for each team to get in line, a few trying to do a princess carry, one riding piggy back, another matched Gina's waist wrap. Coach blew her whistle.

It was not a graceful race. All the real athletes were in other classes. This was just skimpy clad girls doing their best as they carried another woman, boobs and butts popping out, but nobody wanted to have whatever was concocted as the last place penalty.

Thunder thigh Marcie was red in the face as she drew ragged breath. Gina knew all she did now was eat, sleep, and poop, had she somehow gained weight? She shook that thought from her head. No Marcie McCandyass was the problem.

Mikka was waving for the hand off, 2 other teams had already transferred, 2 were lagging behind. The petite Japanese exchange student took Gina, hands firmly gripping the soggy diaper that spilled out of the barely holding bikini bottom. As Marcie dropped to her knees to catch her breath, Gina was surprised at the speed Mikka took off.

'Maybe ninja running is a thing?' Gina wondered, evaluating racist stereotypes. A vague warmth filled her seat. Mikka had got them caught up to second place. Moving over to Emma, Gina suddenly felt her feet hit the ground.

"Ew ew, she's pooped, ew!" Emma shook her hands in a mini freak out, Mikka barely stopping Gina from falling.

"No lose. You waste time. Grab baby and run!" Mikka urged as their position dropped back to tied for fourth. "We lose, you wear baby pants, I make you eat even!" She screeched at the chess champ.

Still wanting to gag, Emma picked Gina up, shuddering as she pressed into the mess. 'Try sitting in them, get over it.' Was all Gina could think before gangly nerd limbs started to run. Gina could not have mistrusted Emma's center of balance any harder. Good thing chess is played sitting down.

Vanessa was, like Mikka, waving them in, if she could muster a strong performance they could at least avoid last.

"She's pooped, it's gross, oh God I'm going to throw up, I touched it." Whined Emma as caught her breath, waving in front of her face as if the odor clung to her.

Vanessa, for her part, at least has a strong ethos of 'The Show Must Go On.' with no complaint, she tightened her grip on the saggy bottom and darted. "To sit in solemn silence, to sit in solemn silence..." Vanessa muttered, with surprising breath control, eking out just ahead of last place.

Not that Gina was surprised, last place had Susan as the final runner. Carrying a girl piggyback, she saw a different performance going on past Vanessa's shoulder. A charley horse suddenly struck Susan, taking a knee.

Coach got up and blew the whistle. "Last place, sort the laundry with your teeth, everyone hit the showers."

Gina was sat on the floor. Susan's team was pissed, but Gina's was coming together to celebrate. Gina crawled over to Susan to pat her knees in appreciation. Susan pet her head, then snuffed, "Hey, guys, can someone change Gina? I would but..." Susan called out to Marcie, Emma, Mikka, and Vanessa, miming taking a bite. As Susan's team stormed off, Gina's gathered.

"I guess we kind of owe you..." Muttered Marcie, drenched in sweat.

"Too gross, nope, she shit, she sits." Blanched Emma.

"We owe no panty mouth to you, I accept with honor." Mikka announced with a bow.

"And help her shower after?" Susan further asked, the first bag of laundry was brought in, Susan's team **** to strip and add it to the jumble before taking kneeling on a line, hands behind back, glaring at Susan as the Coach spread the bag out in front of them all.

"After Mikka does 'great honor', sure, I'll help hose her down. Marcie which way does the diaper go when we finish?" Vanessa added, throwing shade at debacle that had been Marcie's reverse food enema disaster.

Susan hugged Gina, patting her butt to follow the adults as she had to report to the penalty.

Great, finally back in Susan's care and it once again fell on strangers to handle Gina's butt. At least there was the promise of a shower to follow...