Dreamland for Babes

Gina had her face wiped clean with a damp cloth and was soon in her teenager sized crib. Tonight's pajamas was the increasingly routine uniform, the thicker overnight diaper, a pacifier strapped to her head, and nothing else. She had her little thin blankie draped over her and that was it. Out of fear of her accidentally suffocating herself she didn't even get a pillow.

But today really had wiped her out, a train was ran on her face by sweaty football jocks, Tom leaving her stuck in a messy diaper for maybe hours, then his accidental handjob giving her two orgasms and the most uncomfortable layer of rash cream to ever cling to her nethers. The mini-fight with her mom about "dinner", mashed peaches and her formula bottle. Now it was all she could do to keep her eyes open and see the spinning mobile above her.

The spinning did it's job though, Gina was in a trance like state as it swirled around and around, she dropped like a sack of rocks.

Gina found herself at a version of No-name highschool, but she felt floaty and invisible, a non-interfering spector following a ride.

She went into the Library where she saw...Gina. The Gina-she-was, but taller, in a purple corset and high heeled boots, fishnets up her legs and riding crop in her hand. It was the adult, dominate, and yes she could admit now, cruel version of her. Dom!Gina was standing over Marcie and Marcus, the fatties that hid from the Royal Magnificent here in the stacks. They were bound together, naked, around a metal poll. Susan and Lauren are in pvc body suits and slathering the lard-asses in...butter?

"Fat fucks think you can just hide from Queen Gina? Everybody must know to respect me! For your failure to serve fealty, the penalty is dinner." Decreed Dom!Gina, as books were lit and the poll moved by the jocks, revealing it to be a roasting spit as Marcie and Marcus attempted to scream pass apples that were promptly stuffed in their jaws.

Gina felt uneasy, beyond the fact that this was over-the-top, she saw elements of truth in it, she did have a fixation on shoving candy bars up assholes, that would need actual therapy to unpack, as her court took seats around a grand table and Marcie and Marcus started getting carved and served. Gina suddenly went sideways through the wall to a much different scene.

It was the gym, and while some girls were in their microskirts and crop tops, several, like Susan and Lauren, were in street clothes. They were all gathered around in a circle watching something, cheering encouragining.

It was Gina, but with a diaper so big it was like a pillow had strapped to her butt. She had on thigh high white stockings with frilly ends and big pinks bows, shiny black maryjanes, a pink and white dress of lace and ribbon flaring out from under her breasts so as to not cover her diaper, pigtails streaming from matching pastel pink bows. Baby!Gina was on all fours, having dropped to her elbows she straightened her knees, fluffy bottom sticking straight up for everyone to see.

Gina was red with embarassment as she watched Baby!Gina be a spectacle. However the cheers caught her by surprise.

"You can do it baby G!"

"You got this, we love you!"

"Thats right just focus!"

The people that she had worked so hard to ensure their respect were...encouraging her, Baby!her?

It seemed to be working, Baby!Gina looked to be concentating hard, with her face down and ass up. Thats when she started to straighten out her arms. Baby!Gina was trying to stand up! On her own! Could this dream be telling Gina that she could learn to do things on her own again?

Then the loud sound of Baby!Gina ripping ass interrupted that revelation. The cartoonishly big diaper turned brown and sagged, but that seemed to serve as a counter weight and helped Baby!Gina stand up straight. Looking like a starfish with her legs out at nearly 45°, arms straight out to keep her tenuous balance.

Susan had her arms out, motioning for Baby!Gina to walk to her. Baby!Gina managed to waddle, one unsteady step. The crowd went silent, everyone holding their breathe in anticipation, but maybe it was that massive dump that now swung pendulously between her legs. Gina saw that Baby!Gina was actually using that weight to help her balance as she swung another foot forward, now succesfully taken two steps. Baby!Gina was so excited she couldn't help but clap. Not having her arms out, she fell on her messy butt, the padding too thick to let the fall even register. Susan rushed in and hugged her.

"You did it! Two big big steps and you stood up all on your own! You're such a big girl!" Susan encouraged. The crowd chanted "Big! Girl! Big! Girl!"

A cold feeling snapped Gina awake. Her feet were up and she was having her bottom wiped. Guess we know that if you shit in the dream you shit in real life...

"Just ridiculous, how much paste did he use? Well he's buying the next tube that was just absurd." Gina's mom was commenting as she cleaned off grey muck from Gina's ass, the layers of white cream obvious.