"Hi, I'm Gina Falcone and I know a thing or two about taking a hit to the ego for the sake of a score. Back home I used to run a scam collecting money for diapers for poor kids who crapped themselves and couldn't afford any, and had to wear some of the huggies to sell it for some of the more doubtful folks. of course, sooner or later everyone paid up one way out anther, if ya know what I mean..hehehehehe.. Anyways, just because I'm stuck in this crap sack of a town in vagina-"
"Regina!"
"Whatever! That doesn't mean the scams are gonna stop, if anything I'm gonna take these maple syrup chugging canuk's for all their worth! Cuz if you think I'm gonna be a stupid little good girl.. FUGGT ABOUT IT!"
In terms of the worst make a quick buck scheme it would be far from the worse one the Falcone family had ever tried (that one went to uncle Cheech and his drive though strip club) But much like the afford mentioned strip club Gina and Theresa's attempt to get a child tax check from the Canadian government would be left a unspoken dirty secret.
Not because of the fact it could cost the family it's status of witness protection but more due to the fact it involved Gina in huggies.
The plan in it's original form had naturally been the brain child of Gina's, though her version of it had her as is and just acting all naïve and sickingly sweet (an act she could do as needed though she always ended up having to balance it out but going out and kicking somebodies ass after, nine out of ten times it being Petey for convince sake.) But Theresa had a rare moment of brilliance in pointing out if they made it look like Gina was a baby or toddler, their chances of getting the child tax would be better since everyone was always sweet on babies.
"Besides, this way there's less chance of you getting mad and telling the worker off!" Theresa added, smiling big time as she held up the diaper and baby top and bonnet.
"...Ya don't use yer brains often, but when ya do.." Gina admitted begrudgingly.
"Side, S'not like it's the first time you've-" Theresa started to add, then had a switch blade pulled on her and up under her chin.
"I thought we talked about never mentioning that?" Gina said, her voice low and narrowing her eyes. "And it'll be the same thing for this, Got it?"
"...I think I need one of the pampers now.."
while Thresa handled calling in and setting up the appointment, making sure to ask for a home visit since her 'little one' had the runs and she didn't wanna stink up the welfare offices. Actually it had been Gina who pointed out that if they went to the official government building there was a good chance McCool or someone else who knew them would spot'em. Plus Gina wasn't about to go out in public in the baby outfit Thresa had picked up for her.
Said outfit was a light pink baby dress with puffy shoulders and the skirt part was massively too short, even with the stupid white frills Gina knew that the stupid huggies she'd be wearing would be on display. add in the matching booties, mittens and baby bonnet and yeah, the whole thing made her wanna puke but she also knew it would be just cutesy enough for the free money.
the huggies themselves were just some old towels and a pair of crap stained plastic panties that Gina had found while looking for blackmail material in the trash one night (Hey, every young girl has a right to a hobby!) which the red head figured would sell how poor they were since they couldn't afford real huggies.
For the location for the scam, Gina had a apartment that a couple of 'friends' owned and since they 'owned her a favor' they decided to be elsewhere for the day so that Theresa and Gina could make use of the place.
it was a drab two room apartment with a mattress on the floor and hint of urine in the air, something that made Thresa winkled her nose as they walked in but Gina just smirked.
"Ah git over it princess. the piss smell with help sell the scam and when you 'collect favors from friends' like I do, you can't be picky." Gina said, already starting to strip.
"I don't think I wanna know the full details." Theresa complain, holding her nose.
"That's good, cuz you weren't gitting told. now hurry up and get the frigging diapers ready."
10 minutes later and with four pricks in her hips from Thresa's incompetence with the safety pins, Gina was diapered and dressed and looking at herself in the mirror, making a face and blushing as Theresa giggled and patted her puffy bottom.
"I dunno, this is actually a cute look for you~" The teen teased.
"Ya know it's not too late to replace you with a stand in and have you fitted with cement shoes right?" Gina growled, even if she maybe, kinda sorta found herself pretty friggen cute too.
"Cement shoes? that would look awful and how are you 'pose to walk? I prefer high hells!"
"..it's a good thing ya got looks." Gina said rolling her eyes and spotting the time. "Alright, the old hag will be here soon. Do everything like I told ya and we'll be getting free money once a month, 80 percent for me and 20 for you. Fuck it up and you'll be giving me the money you make from the tooth fairy."
"Hey! why do i only get 20 percent?!?" Theresa huffed, crossing her arms.
"Cuz I'm the one who thought of this, I'm the one in the huggies, and I'd just take the money from ya anyways if it was the other way around. You wanna make 10 percent instead?" Gina asked.
"..I'm gonna go make you a bottle. a gross, icky bottle of formula." she huffed, and stormed over to the counter.
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
Gina sat down on the blanket they'd brought from home (since she knew the kinda stuff that went on here) and tried to relax and get in the proper mindset for the con, only to be shocked as Thresa actually came over with a baby bottle filled with a milky looking liquid.
"Wait, where did you find a baby bottle? and formula!?!" Gina asked, and got the bottle popped in her mouth instead, Thresa squeezing the sides to make some of the chalky formula that hadn't mixed properly due to the teen using cold water squirt in her mouth.
"I have my sources." Theresa said with a wink, and before Gina could go to spit the bottle out, there was a knock at the door.
"Keep you ba-ba in your mouth baby girl~" Theresa said smugly and turned and walked away, Leaving the little gangster glaring and blushing.
And maybe sorta kinda MAYBE liking how Theresa had just put her in her place.
the worker who came in looked like a stereotypical grandmother, gray hair in a bun, a purple sweater on despite the summer heat, a white ankle length skirt on and thick black rimmed classes. She gave a warm hello and handshake to Theresa, introducing herself as Mrs. Maples and then bent down and coo'ed over Gina, pinching her cheeks and baby talking to her and poking her tummy.
"And this is the little bundle of joy that you've told me about!" She coo'ed. poking Gina's tummy again. "Hmm, Doesn't SEEM underfed but then again some little ones have more baby fat then others." She said, turning away from Gina as the babifed little gangster flipped the old lady the bird.
"Is there a reason she's wearing towels instead of proper nappies?"
"Oh well, you know.. money being what it ain't, I had to improvise." Theresa explained.
"Mhmm..YOU seem to be dressed well enough." Mrs. Maple said, narrowing her eyes.
"Oh er.. well.. I didn't really have money to change my wardrobe and this..is donated from my cousin.." Theresa lied, badly.
"I see.." it was clear that Mrs. Maple didn't believe her. "Luckily I brought some PROPER nappies for the little bundle of joy. And I'll expect her to be in PROPER nappies the next time I visit."
"O-Oh Ok." Theresa said, looking over at Gina, not having counted on follow up visits, and judging but the look on her sisters face as she finished her ba-ba, she hadn't either.
The Old lady plopped the big black bag she had brought with her down on a shaky table and opened it, taking out 7 sesame street themed disposable diapers and putting them on the table, then pausing. "You do of course have baby powder for her correct? and wipes?"
"II just use tp?" Theresa more asked then said, sweat dropping.
"..Clearly I'm going to have to get you in some mothering classes.." the old hag said taking out a small container of wipes and baby powder.
"That sounds...awesome." Theresa said, then gave a blank look to Mrs. Maple as the older lady held out one of the diapers to her.
"..Take the diaper, and the baby powder and go and get your little Gina in a proper diaper." Mrs. Maple said, rolling her eyes.
"Oh! I can do that!" Theresa said, giving a silly smile.
"Can you? And you should burp her too, she DID just have a ba-ba." Mrs. Maple added.
Theresa huffed a little and came, over, Picking up her sister and after pausing for a moment, put her to her chest with a head over her shoulder and started to pat the red heads back.
"there there, come on, Make a burp for momma!" Theresa coo'ed, praying Gina wouldn't spit up on her.
Gina for her part was feeling a little off, the formula REALLY wasn't agreeing with her guts and as she opened her mouth to let out a blech she also let out a MASSIVE fart and couldn't help herself from commenting after.
"Ah fuck ya!"
"What did she just say!?! Have you been swearing around this sweet little angel!?!" Mrs. Maple gasped, shaking her head. "Back in MY day little girls didn't talk like that!!"
"Ah calm down Granny!" Gina snorted, letting out anther blast of ass gas, getting the icky feeling out of her guts feeling too good for her to worry about what she was saying.
Before anything else could be said (though the worker was gasping in shock and outrage) Gina went to push out anther fart only to find out it wasn't JUST a fart.
"Oh SHIT!" She cried out, as the seat of the makeshift diaper rapidly started to puff out and the already questionable quality of the air got worse.
"I see she has a foul bottom to go with her foul mouth! I DO hope you'll take care of both." Mrs. Maple said, pulling a handkerchief out of her bag and holding it to her mouth and nose while moving to open a window.
Theresa meanwhile was frozen and trying not to cry out in disgust from A) the smell, B) the feeling on her arm as the diaper filled and C) the knowledge that she was gonna have to clean this up.
'I wonder if it would be easier ta just fess up now?' the teen thought, almost ready to cry.
One Horrible and mentally scarring clean up later, with the diapers and plastic pants in a trash bag and sitting outside of the apartment to be tossed out, and Gina found herself over the lap of Theresa, gulping and looking up, as Theresa was holding a wooden spoon that Mrs. Maple had turned up.
"Momma?" She asked, bottom lip trembling.
"Er..she seems really really sorry. Maybe I don't ha-" Theresa tried, looking over at the stern old lady.
"no no, back in my day little potty mouths got their cheeks tanned.. and we know we don't have to worry about any accidents now." Mrs. Maple said, wagging a finger. "Trust me, she'll grow up to be a better woman for this!"
"If you say so." Theresa said, gulping and hoping that Gina would understand this was out of her hands and Gina wouldn't end up plotting some horrible revenge.
Raising the spoon up Theresa brought it down with a crack, making a red mark and making Gina's head shot up in shock and pain, and a small smile formed on Theresa's face as she followed up with a second, then a third and fourth and soon she was going to town, turning her little sisters bottom bright red and loving it.
The way the little brat who always seemed SO in control and bossy sobbed and wailed, her legs kicking and the rush of power was AWESOME, and she was almost sad as after a minute of it she heard Mrs. Maple say that that was enough.
"are we sure?" Theresa asked.
"Of course. besides, I'm sure they'll be other times." the old woman said, sharing a knowing smile with the teen. "Now Let's get the naughty little thing padded and on time out so she can reflect on what she did."
Gina's cheeks were tear stained, which was better off then the throbbing's red cheeks that were covered up by cookie monster and the rest of the Sesame street gang as she found herself with a nose in the corner and being ignored, like she was just a real snot nosed little diaper fudging brat.
sniffling softly and reaching back, putting a hand on her sore rump even as she ran the other arm over her face, Gina couldn't help but notice as much as it had fucking hurt, and as humiliated as she was.. her heart was beating fast and a small (maybe not so small) part of her was kinda liking being treated like this.
Her tummy gurgled and rumbled and the thought of just loading her huggies while on time out and being a stinky red bottomed little girl was appealing to her WAY more then she would of ever thought.
As she started to give a few soft grunts and pushes, trying to speed things along the way she couldn't help but think maybe she wouldn't mind some follow up visits if it meant more of this. ..and half hoped maybe she'd get anther spanking for filling her new diaper so soon.
The end? Fuggit about it!
