Taking Stock

As Gina was hurriedly pawned off on Susan, Susan knelt to be eye level and ruffled Gina's hair. Susan was apparently in a good mood.

"Gigi, how are you today, did you have lots of fun with Mar-mar?" Susan asked in baby talk. Gina inwardly cringed. She was dependent on others for everything, but surely Susan knows Gina still had an adult mind, at least when she wasn't "zoning out" to escape her boring day, which was becoming more of the norm.

Susan took the handle of the stroller. "Well I hope you had a nice sleepover, it was a great break for me. I like your hair, it's gotten so long and the ribbons are super cute." Susan started to talk on and on about Gina's state.

Marcie's mom had dressed Gina, for once she wasn't just in a diaper and sent naked to school. Braided pigtails spilled down her shoulders, white ribbon with pink hearts made perfect bows at the end. Pink crochet booties shorn her feet, not that Gina was able to walk anymore, but attempting to do so now would be an **** fall hazard on the slick school floors. Gina had on a "dress", really it was barely boob covering crop top with a skirt-like hem, belly button on full display when it could peak over the high waistband of her Mega Sissy Super Soaker Diapers, a division of Anonymous Inc. It seemed no matter the caregiver, those out for **** or the mysterious "supportive" one's the curse insisted existed, Gina had to have her diapers in full view of anyone and everyone, so nobody, not even Gina, could deny her need for them, thirsty padding slowly getting soggy through the day with no awareness on Gina's part.

Susan approached a table in the cafeteria, sitting on the end as Gina's stroller was her chair. To seemingly meet with...Cutie?

'Great, Susan is probably ironing out how much she's going to be paid for Cutie's next ****.' thought Gina, her pacifier fell, dangling on her necklace, and didn't realize she had spoken her inside thoughts out loud, to an extent. "No pee pee, no owie."

Susan and Cutie turned to look, that was the most eloquent Gina has been in months.

Cutie tucked some stray hair behind her ear, well female presenting ear, looking away with guilty eyes, and turned to Susan, "GaaGaaGina has been active, baby Gina has been through the ringer, and Home Ec. won't let that stop anytime soon. I...I feel bad about it all, I got mine, but, she's so helpless. It's like watching a puppy be kicked now." Cutie said before sipping her coffee.

"Yeah, I got my thirty pieces of silver, and it's growing itself in the stock market now. I used to be able to tell myself that I was just 'getting mine' back. But, she's such a sweetheart now, storytime last week she did this really cute clap for the librarian after she finished billy goats gruff. Baby Gina is completely different person now."

Susan's retelling of some storytime didn't sound right to Gina, she didn't remember an inoffensive trip to the library for children's reading corner. But it rang some kind of bell. Gina must of zoned out, being a happy and carefree adult baby for it. If she could have inwardly cringed harder, a singularity would form. A part of her had started to look forward to storytime, no former victims hunting her down, just kids 6 and under being read a story, one of the few breaks from boredom she had access to, no phone, internet, peers talking over/around but not to or with her. If it wasn't so humiliating it would be nice. Apparently"zoned out" Baby-mode Gina thought so.

Cutie took a compact out of "her" purse and touched up her make up. "Maybe she needs a nice night of not being tortured, playing with toys that aren't too difficult, warm food, a hot bubble bath-"

"Tickle, me me tickle no no!" Gina pleaded, pointing emphatically. Cutie and Susan were taken a back.

"Did she just ask..?" Cutie stammered.

"I think...so. Huh, I hadn't even thought she might still have sexual wants." Said Susan.

"When did she last..of her own volition?"

"Volition?" Question Susan, and pinched Gina's cheek, "Do you think this cutie could manage hitting her spot when she can't wipe drool from her chin? What if we had a spa day, mani-pedis, clothes shopping, things she used to do, and maybe help with having a nice "happy ending" for her?"

"Am I allowed to with a wom-" Cutie asked, in a knee jerk fashion. Since his enforced conversion, Cutie wasn't allowed to fool around with women, "her" hiney belonged to the male student body for "relief", but that was during the reign of Gina boss-bitch, not GaaGaaGina the helpless adult baby.

Susan couldn't help but laugh, apparently having forgotten that about Cutie, "Yes, I think with myself as a chaperone, and using toys only because I don't want to even risk the baby getting pregnant, you can touch a...well baby girl, sure she's 18 but let's be honest with ourselves, she can't really consent. But if it were me I would be crazy not scratching that itch for that long."

Gina had a large smile on her face, droolling, but happy, as she excited tapped her stroller tray. Susan had been in her corner at the start, and Cutie seemed to deem Gina's punishment over. Maybe now she had caregivers that wouldn't treat her like an absolute baby!

"I smell a stinky, great chat Cutie, let me get her changed before first bell." Susan said and got up. Fiiiine, treat her like a total baby as her body required but give some hope of peership.