BoTox

They don't have any idea what is going on with the nanobots, only that Trisha has some sort of magic at her disposal.

She's breaking them. She wants them helpless, no hope of escape from the cage, a reminder that she controls all. Chapter 32 Lana: In less than a week of being Trisha's unwilling baby girl, I had wet the bed. I had no recollection of the events but each morning I woke up with my diaper soaked. It was worse than when I was younger and a bed-wetter. I had grown out of that. With Trisha forcing us to wear and use these diapers combined with all the liquids she pushed into us, I peed a lot more than usual. Even during the day, I was constantly wetting. I had almost no control over my bladder. I would feel an urge and squeeze all I could but would still wet myself soon after. As bad as a wet diaper was, that I couldn't use the toilet for bowel movements was even worse. I had figured out the changing routine after one day and held my bowels until after dinner when we were cleaned and bathed before bedtime. That worked for only a few days. Trisha must have caught on and upped the dose of laxative or something in what she was feeding us. After four days I couldn't hold it that long. The pressure was too great and I lost control soon after lunch when she put us down for our naps. After 10 days, I helplessly messed myself right after breakfast. I could feel the full feeling in my gut but the sudden eruption of muck in my diaper surprised me. Often I would have a disgusting second bowel movement between lunch and supper. In talking with Brent, he confirmed that he also had uncontrollably wet and messed himself since his escape attempt. When Trisha unparalyzed him, his bladder and bowel control didn't return to normal. Maybe she was doing it? I wasn't sure. The worst part was Trisha would acknowledge my stinking diaper but would wait to change me. Sometimes she went as long as an hour before she cleaned me up. It was revolting the first few times. I won't say I grew used to it but I realized the routine and resigned myself to suffer in silence until she was ready to deal with my nasty condition. As for the fake gums, she removed those awful dental devices long enough to brush my teeth and then they went right back in. She wanted us to look like babies as much as act like them. I wasn't sure if I could take much more of this treatment and remain sane.

Chapter 31 Brandi didn't know what punishment she would receive but she knew there would be something. Trisha called it correction but it was torture, no matter what she called it. To Brandi's surprise, she said nothing of the escape attempt the next morning. Her diaper was in terrible shape. It had reached capacity and diaper rash had set in upon baby Brandi's bottom. Trisha sweetly apologized to Brandi, “Mommy is sorry but you were a bad baby yesterday. You'll get changed now but you have to be on your best behavior for Mommy.” Brandi tried to apologize, “I'm sorry, Mommy, I really am. It will never happen again.” “Well, Baby, you should be,” said Trisha, “You will get a correction later when I can think of an appropriate one for what you have done.” Other than the clean diaper and a bottle hung with the feeding gag, Brandi remained in the crib, completely immobilized, all morning to think about what she had done. Being left with your own thoughts can be a dangerous thing. It can make you doubt yourself. Brandi finished the bottle and had wet herself more than a few times by the time Trisha came to take her to lunch. The feeling of uncontrollable wetting surprised her each time it happened. She was still paralyzed though. Trisha left her that way the whole day, propped up in her highchair and fed the bottle from the feeding gag. After lunch, she cleaned the babies up with diaper changes and allowed to watch TV or play with the toys. Brandi couldn't do anything but watch TV. Lana and Zoey showed Brandi things and put blocks in her hands. Mostly Lana was sorry to see Brandi that way and to know the escape attempt failed. Lana talked to Brandi, “I'm glad you are alive. I'm sorry you had to wind up like this. She didn't even panic when she found out you were gone. I was afraid she was going to get rid of you. Then, I'd be all alone with addled Zoey.” Trisha had another surprise for the new twins. She fitted them with mouthpieces that fit over their teeth. They appeared to be toothless. Brandi couldn't feel hers but Lana touched her finger to her own and it felt firm but not solid. She bared her teeth toward Brandi and Brandi returned the gesture. They looked like Zoey, toothless! It took three full days of Brandi being completely paralyzed, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, peeing and pooping before Trisha allowed her to crawl again. Trisha left Brandi’s bowels and bladder at 50% after that. She could feel everything and had only enough control to slow it down but no hope of stopping herself from filling her diapers once the dreaded feeling started. True to Trisha's plan, she had turned Lana's bowel and bladder control down 10% every night. To her horror, after only two days she was waking in a wet diaper, never remembering wetting herself. After a week she was having a bowel movement shortly after her bottle at each meal. Three times a day she messed herself, knowing it was going to happen and completely unable to stop it. The dread of it coming was the worst part. After a week she was having a bowel movement shortly after her bottle at each meal. Three times a day she messed herself, knowing it was going to happen and completely unable to stop it. Once Lana lowered to 50% control, Trisha again lowered the twins together 10% each night until, finally, they were at 0% bowel and bladder control. All three of her babies were incontinent and totally dependent on diapers. Brandi had been paralyzed and once allowed to crawl again, made no outward complaints about messing herself. She accepted it without question or complaint. She had no choice. Lana, on the other hand, was horrified at the thought of fouling her diaper uncontrollably. She wasn't aware her control had gradually been removed. She genuinely thought she had lost her ability because of being in diapers. This was what Trisha wanted. It made her babies more malleable. She could raise them up to be the babies she and Zoey had wanted to add to their family. By the middle of the second week, the twins were well established in their routine. Mornings were diaper changes, bottles, naps and playtime. Evenings were more bottles, baths and locked in cribs until morning when they started it all over again.

Chapter 30 When dinner was done, Trisha put the babies in the playpen while she cleaned up the kitchen. She showed no intentions of changing dirty baby Brandi. Lana looked worse. Mommy burped her but she still had gurgling in her tummy. Brandi asked her, “Are you OK?” “I'm afraid I'm going to be like you,” Lana said, “I need the pressure to move.” When Trisha took Zoey for her bath, Brandi confided, “I have my legs back. While she is gone with Zoey, we can make a break for it.” Lana shook her head, “No, my legs are still limp noodles. I can't go. If you think you can get away, run for it. Send help when you reach someone.” Brandi hugged Lana and promised to send help. She jumped over the rail of the playpen. She wasn't pleased to have to escape in such a babyish outfit and a locked dirty diaper in addition but the opportunity was now or never. Brandi slipped to the front door and unlocked it. Slowly, she opened the door and saw the long driveway back to the main road. She left the house and silently closed the door behind her. Running down the sidewalk, she kept going down the lane. It is very hard to run in a thick, messy diaper but she did her best. She hadn't gotten halfway down the lane when a cramp hit her and she nearly doubled over. Brandi paused for a moment and she deposited another mess in her diaper. She mumbled under her breath and started running again. When she reached the main road, she tried to flag down a car. It slowed and pulled up to her. What luck! It was a patrol car from the sheriff's office. The officer stopped the car and rolled down the window to see what was going on. “Can I help y'all?” said the officer with a puzzled look as he stared at the bald being. Out of breath, she said, “Please, help me. I escaped! There is a crazy lady down this lane that has a friend of mine kidnapped. She is treating us like babies.” The deputy had a stern look on his face, “Well, that sounds serious. Who are you then?” “I'm from the refugee camp. My name is Brent but she's trying to make me a girl,” said Brandi. The deputy opened the door and said, “OK. Get in here. I'm going down there to check it out. You stay in the car and let me do the talking.” Brandi climbed in and the officer did a double take. Sitting in the messy diaper caused a grimace to wash over his face. The officer rolled down all the windows to air out the patrol vehicle. Then, he slowly turned down the lane and drove up to the house. When he parked the car, he grabbed his hat and flashlight. He exited the car and walked up to the front door. When the door opened, it was Trisha with Lana resting on her hip. There was a conversation and Brent could see Lana's look of surprise. The officer came back to the car. “OK, I need you to come with me,” said the deputy, “Was that your friend with the lady?” “Yes, she was kidnapped,” said Brandi, “She abducted both of us from the refugee camp.” The officer knocked on the door again, his other hand on Brandi's shoulder. Trisha opened the door, this time without Lana. The officer started, “Dang it, Trisha, this one got all the way to the main road. You're lucky I found it first.” “I'm sorry, Jimmy. It won't happen again,” she said, “Will it, Brandi? You've been a naughty girl and Mommy is going to have to correct you.” It surprised Brandi that the officer was aware of Trisha's activities and had returned her to her captor. What kind of sick, corrupted system was this. Brandi tried to break free but the deputy was bigger and stronger. Trisha picked up Brandi and said, “We are going to have to do something about you. Thanks, officer.” The deputy tipped his hat and left. Brandi wasted the best opportunity for escape only to wind up back here and in more trouble. She put Brandi in her crib and locked her in. Instead of putting her in pajamas or anything else, she simply shut down all of her muscles. She could breathe and feel everything but nothing moved below her neck. Trisha didn't give Brandi a bath or change her diaper that night. She was miserable all night and the next morning. With very little sleep and an overloaded diaper, there was nothing to do but ponder what she would do for this latest transgression.

Chapter 29 Trisha did not return Zoey to the living room. Instead, she picked Brandi and Lana up and took them to the kitchen where Zoey was already strapped into her seat with a bib. She likewise locked Brandi and Lana into their highchairs with colorful, cartoon print bibs. For Zoey, lunch was a bowl of mac and cheese. For Brandi and Lana, it was a jar of yellow goo. Brandi and Lana were both facing Trisha and she was spooning huge amounts into their mouths. Some of it got on their chins and on their cheeks. It was a messy way to eat. Whatever it was, wasn't bad but the texture forewarned that it was likely going to make them use their diapers. It tasted a little like banana yogurt but it was thicker. Lana bet she had mixed it with a fiber supplement or a laxative. She could already feel this morning's bottle demanding to be let out of her bladder. It had enough solids to make something happen on the other end, too. Lana squirmed in her seat. It was uncomfortable to be so full, to need to pee and still be fed when you weren't hungry. Despite the pressure, she held off a bit longer. When Trisha finally stopped forcing goo into their mouths, she cleaned them up and put all the babies down for a nap in the adult-sized playpen in the living room. Zoey was the model child and fell asleep in less than a minute. Lana and Brandi put their heads down. They closed their eyes but neither was sleepy. With nothing to do and no other options, Brandi was soon asleep, softly snoring. Lana closed her eyes and drifted off, too. Lana dreamed she was at home, still in university. She had left class and desperately needed to visit the bathroom between classes. She barely made it into a stall and sat on the toilet to relieve herself. It was a great relief to make it in time. In a blow to her maturity, when she was awakened by Trisha for a diaper check, it was indeed wet. It was a dream but she really was wet. She was angry with herself. You never use the bathroom in a dream. It always turns out badly. Brandi was awake now. Trisha was pleased that all of her babies had wet their diapers. That meant Brandi had used the diaper too. None were about to be changed though. That would have been too easy. Of course, Zoey was wet. She was always wet. Was that what Trisha intended for us? Lana asked Brandi, “Did you have to pee?” Brandi shook her head yes. They were locked into thick, thirsty diapers and the woman was going to make them use them for everything. It was insanity to force a fully capable adult to wear and use a diaper. Nothing else to do, Brandi, Lana and Zoey played with dollies and blocks. The twins didn't want to but there was no other resource available. Lana mumbled a stream of consciousness. Things we know: babies, diapers, mommies, wetting, messing, loss of bodily control. What am I not seeing? Mind numb from boredom, Lana napped off and on. Zoey was doing likewise. Brandi simply stared at the ceiling. Eyes were open but she disengaged her mind. She was looking forward to dinner so they could least have interaction. Mercifully, Trisha came to bring the babies to the kitchen table. For Zoey, Trisha had prepared spaghetti and meatballs. The twins only received more of the two-liter bottles of diaper juice. Brandi had a hard time holding hers. Trisha noticed. “Brandi, if you promise to be a good girl, Mommy will give you back your hands and voice,” said Trisha, “Can you be as good as your sisters?” Brandi shook her head to confirm she would behave. Trisha opened her phone and set Brandi's nanobots to normal again. Immediately, her arms firmed up and her jaw repositioned. Brandi smiled at Mommy. “Your welcome, Honey,” said Trisha. Brandi picked up the bottle and started sucking the contents down. What she wouldn't give for another slice of that pizza from yesterday. On second thought, if it required another suppository, no thanks. She was feeling a bit gassy. She tried to ease a fart out but it trumpeted her actions. Trisha said, “Oh, is Brandi having a bit of colic? It's OK, Sweety, babies can't help what comes out of them. Let Mommy burp you.” Trisha released Brandi from the highchair and sat the baby on her lap. Trisha bounced the baby and patted her back. Brandi found it comforting but the pressure in her stomach was still uncomfortable. As another gas pocket felt ready to escape, Brandi burped and more. It wasn't simply gas that Brandi expelled. She messed her diaper uncontrollably. Her eyes showed the shock she felt as it spread across her bottom. Things happened so easily and so fast that she wasn't prepared for it. It wasn't like last night when she fought it and eventually lost. It happened without her knowing. Trisha patted the baby's bottom, confirming a large bowel movement was now filling the baby girl's diaper. Trisha praised her, “That's a good girl. Get all that bad tummy feeling out of your bottom.” Lana was sure she was nearing the same nasty end of a struggle she couldn't win. Zoey giggled and pointed at the baby in Trisha's lap. The thing that Brandi discovered was that she not only had her arms and voice back but her legs felt 100% normal again. This was an accident she thought. Mommy went too far when she returned things to normal. Brandi would not let on.

Chapter 28 Trisha cleaned up the kitchen and highchairs before coming into the living room to find all the babies sitting in one spot. She listened. It was Zoey, telling her sisters the rules and she was doing an excellent job. If the twins were listening was another matter. Trisha walked in, “What's Mommy's number one rule?” Zoey smiled and pushed Lana to answer, “Never touch a diaper or anything covered by a diaper. Only an adult or a, uh, Mommy, can change a diaper.” “Lana gets a gold star,” said Trisha, “What's the rule about speaking?” Lana looked at the other two babies, “Do not speak unless spoken to and don't use big words.” “Excellent,” said Trisha, “May babies use the toilet or ask to be changed?” Brandi, unable to say much, shook her head and attempted, “NAW!” “And what do babies think of diapers?” asked Trisha. Zoey answered, “Babies don't kay about diapies, day use 'em foe eberyting.” Trisha smiled, “Very good babies. Play nice while Mommy does some grownup stuff.” When Trisha had gone to her office to do whatever a robotic scientist does with that, Lana, Brandi and Zoe played in the living room. Lana was angling for information from Zoey. She'd been here the longest and clearly had succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome when she helped capture them, especially after seeing how she was treated once the deception was no longer needed. Lana asked Zoey, “How long have you lived with Mommy?” Zoey continued to play with the blocks, “Me 'n Mommy hab been togefer fibe yeas.” Lana asked and nudged Brandi to listen, “What happened to your teeth?” Zoey smiled, showing all of her front teeth missing, “I wud ina axadent. Befoe me 'n Mommy.” “How is she making our legs weak? Did she inject us with something,” asked Lana. “No, itz magic!” said Zoey, “She fixed me.” “Why did she take us?” asked Lana, “Why are we being treated like this?” Zoey smiled, “Mommy wants me to hab sistahs.” After that, Zoey refused to answer any more questions. She wanted to play with blocks and dollies. Lana turned to Brandi. She still thought of him as Brent but Zoey and Trisha had addressed him as a girl since the beginning. She said to Brandi/Brent, “Did you get all of that? What do you make of it?” Brandi tried to say something but it was unintelligible. Instead, in frustration, she agreed and shrugged her shoulders. Lana told her to keep an eye for any opportunity to escape. They needed a plan, not blind action so it might take time. Lana begged Brandi to go along with whatever Trisha said or did. He should answer to Brandi, if that's what it took. Maybe Trisha would let her guard down. They weren't escaping without thinking this through. It had been at least an hour since Trisha had gone to her office. She stepped back in to check on the babies. The first thing she did was lift Zoey's bottom and squeeze it. She repeated it on Lana, who let it happen. Lana stared at Brandi, who relented and let Trisha check her diaper without putting up a fight. Lana didn’t know about Zoey’s diaper but she knew her own was dry. She suspected Brandi was a well. While her bladder wasn’t aching yet, it was only a matter of time before she would need to relieve herself. Trisha asked, “Do babies want to watch some TV? Only an hour as too much TV is bad for babies.” Zoey cheered and the twins nodded their heads. Unfortunately, Trisha turned it to Baby Time Colors and Numbers. Zoey watched it intently but Lana couldn't stand it. Brandi waited for Trisha to leave. Once alone again, they kicked around ideas on how to escape. Zoey was oblivious to them now. Lana looked at her twin, “Does that thing they put on YOUR thing hurt?” Brandi shrugged and made a squeezing motion with his hand. She assumed it was there and that was uncomfortable. Then Lana asked her to move specific fingers. When Brandi tried, it was jerky and unsteady. If Brandi's hands wouldn't work, they would not have much luck. When the TV show went off, Zoey went back to playing with dollies. Trisha came in and gave all the babies another diaper check. Neither Lana nor Brandi had wet yet but that would not last forever. Zoey was always wet but when Trisha checked, she was messy as well. “It looks like Baby Zoey made a stinky and needs a change,” said Trisha. She took Zoey to the changing mat in Zoey's bathroom. She pulled her pretty panties off and unlocked the cover. While she was cleaning and re-diapering her baby, she hummed. “Sugar, the twins haven't messed today. I'm thinking I need to turn their bladder and bowel control down about three percent.” Zoey answered, “Too swo, Mommy. Dat will take a momth. Do 10 a night. Dey be wike me in 10 days.” “Zoey, you are right,” said Trisha, “At 10% a night they will wet and mess in a few days and it will still seem like they have given up control. They will wake up less capable every day.”

Chapter 27 In the kitchen around the table were three oversized baby highchairs. The highchairs were sturdily built to keep the babies in place. She placed Brandi in one and the tray attached. Lana was put into another one and secured. Zoey held out her arms and Mommy placed her in the last one. Mommy placed a baby bottle, a huge one like she gave them last night, on each tray. Zoey immediately took hers and started sucking on it. Lana looked at hers and Brandi still had a pacifier strapped on her head. Mommy removed the gag and said, “Go ahead, babies, Zoey is going to show you up.” Brandi was still defiant and wasted a perfect opportunity to remain silent, “You sadistic bitch!” Before she could utter another word, Mommy shoved a feeding gag back into Brandi's mouth and hung the bottle from a pole at the back of Brandi's chair. She opened the valve fully and Brandi had to gulp to keep up. Lana looked on intently. “Go ahead, Baby Lana,” said Mommy, “Unless you want to be gagged, too.” Lana picked up her bottle. It was heavy. The fluid she felt in her mouth was thicker and less sweet but not terrible tasting. She didn't see how she could possibly finish it but perhaps if she made a dent in it, that would be enough. “Now, Baby Brandi used another big, bad word,” said Trisha, “I've already spanked her once today. This time I'm going to wash her mouth out with soap.” All the babies’ eyes were wide open. Soaping a mouth was one of those things your parents always threatened but usually it scared you enough to quit before it was actually carried out. Well, it looked like Brandi fooled around and was going to find out. About half way through Zoey's bottle, Trisha places some dry breakfast cereal on her tray. Zoey smiled and offered some to Brandi and Lana. Lana took a few but Brandi was gagged and wasn't in a friendly mood. Trisha took out her phone and fiddled a bit and smiled like she was proud of something. She went to Brandi and shut off the flow through the gag and removed it. She was putting the nipple back on the bottle when Brandi opened her mouth to say something. “Awhr athga,” were the unintelligible sounds she made. It surprised Brandi as much as Lana. Mommy smiled and took a picture of her babies, then put her phone in her pocket. Zoey kept eating her cereal by gumming it softly. Mommy had paralyzed Brandi's vocal cords. Drink up, babies,” said Trisha, “Anything left in those bottles when I'm finished eating goes in you one way or another.” Trisha made herself a couple of eggs, a few slices of bacon and some buttered toast. With the babies dialed down, she didn't need to turn her nanobots up. Zoey had no trouble finishing her bottle. This was a normal Tuesday for her. Lana struggled to get it down but finished hers before Mommy did. Brandi, as usual, refused to take part and won the prize. Trisha shook her head, “Zoey, what do we do to stubborn little babies that won't take their breakfast?” Zoey smiled, “Dem gets a emena, Mommy!” “That's right, Baby Brandi will get her breakfast in her bottom,” said Trisha. Brandi didn't like the sound of that and turned up the bottle. She began sucking on it as hard as she could. Unfortunately, she also sucked a lot of air and her tummy was bloated. It pleased Trisha to see that was something that got through to her. All three of the babies were bloated. The formula was blended and whipped. It incorporated air into it to make it fluffier. It was also very high in fiber so it was filling as well. Trisha tossed a colorful towel over her shoulder and released Zoey from her chair. She sat Zoey in her lap and began patting her on the back. Zoey placed her head on Mommy's shoulder as she burped her. After several belches, Trisha let Zoey down and told her to go play with her toys in the adjacent living room. Trisha went to Lana next and took her tray off to pat her on the back. Lana couldn't help but notice how nice it felt on Mommy's shoulder and would have probably enjoyed it under different circumstances. Lana release a few good burps and Mommy praised her before sending her off to play with Zoey. When Lana was sitting on the floor, she tried to stand but kept toppling over. She had no choice but to crawl on her knees. At least it wasn't that far to fall over. She reached the living room to find Zoey stacking blocks. Zoey handed her a few blocks and Lana accepted them, though she simply held them. Trisha went to Brandi, “Poor little Brandi. I bet your tummy hurts.” Brandi winced but remained quiet. Trisha pulled her tray away and sat her on her lap, head on her shoulder. She patted Brandi's back several times before Brandi released a lot of gas off her tummy. It felt better but was humiliating, like everything else since they left the refugee camp. When Trisha was satisfied, she sent Brandi to crawl into the living room to find her sisters. Brandi was curious how long this “you are a baby girl” charade was going to continue. HE would never be a SHE.

Chapter 26 Lana: I had mixed emotions about seeing Trisha. I hated her for what she had done to me but I really wanted her to take me out of this forsaken diaper. She started by removing my feeding gag and let me exercise my mouth for a moment. If I didn't speak, she would let me have a break. She stood me up and undid the mitts and unzipped the pajamas. I could see Brent watching with interest. He made eye contact with me. Trisha unlocked the diaper cover holding the wet diaper on me and set it aside. Trisha carried me like a small child to the changing table and removed my soaked diaper. That was a relief, though short-lived. She cleaned my bottom a bit too thoroughly and applied more rash cream before fastening the new diaper snugly on my middle. Then, it was unfortunately sealed on with a locking cover. “How's that feel, Baby?” asked Trisha. I looked at her. I'm sure I was wide-eyed but didn't dare say anything for fear of a correction. If she considered being locked in a wet or messy diaper as normal, what would punishment be? “It's OK, Baby, you can speak if you use baby words when I speak to you,” said Trisha. “Better,” was all said because being locked in a diaper wasn't good. “Good girl! Mommy is proud of you,” said Trisha, “Your twin sister needs to pay attention. Mommy had to spank Sissy for using a bad word.” Trisha put me into a red and white dress. I didn't help her but I didn't resist. She called it a dress but it was basically a loose top. It barely came to the top of my hips and covered none of the diaper. Then, Trisha slipped a matching frilly bottom that covered the locking diaper cover over my legs. Last, my feet were fitted into smooth-soled booties. Trisha let me try to stand and if I were careful, I could manage but there was no way I was going to move quickly with these on. Trisha shook her head, “Oh, that's too bad, Baby. Newborns aren't supposed to be able to stand.” I did not know what I was supposed to do until I saw Trisha's phone. I pieced it together. She had some sort of tech that could paralyze people. I felt myself get wobbly and my knees quivered before Trisha caught me and eased me to the ground on my padded rump. My legs were jelly. I'm sure this is how Brent felt when Trisha slowed him down. I could move them but they weren't right, like they were half asleep without the tingling. My arms still worked, at least. Trisha picked me up and then Brent, one on each hip. I marveled at how strong this woman was. Sure, she was stout and bigger than me but she seemed to have superhuman stamina. “Now, let's get all the babies fed,” said Trisha. “Yeth, Mommy!” said Zoey. Brent and I both stared at Zoey. She smiled at us and she had no teeth. Did this woman intend to pull our teeth too? My hand subconsciously went to my mouth. It looked like Brent was having a panic attack. I thought things were weird before but now, what was going on?

Chapter 25 Brent/Brandi: I heard the door being opened. It was about time. I'd been awake for some time. I didn't know how long because there was no clock in the room. As bad as I despised the woman, I was ready for a clean diaper if that's what it took to get out of this soaked one. That stuff she force-fed me last night had me pissing myself constantly. Whatever she did to mess with my muscles didn't help. I clobbered myself in the face twice before I gave up trying to remove the feeding gag. “Good morning, Baby Brandi!” said the big woman, “Did you sleep well?” Trisha kept calling me Brandi. I rolled my eyes. I couldn't speak with the feeding gag in the way. She opened the crib top and removed the feeding gag. I tried to exercise my jaw and unloaded on Trisha. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I said but that's all I got out. Zoey covered her mouth, “Mommy, Brandi said a bad word!” Trisha placed a pink pacifier back in my mouth, “Yes, Sissy did! I have to correct her.” I didn't know what the correction was but I was about to find out. Trisha removed the mittens, the pajamas and the diaper cover. She placed me on the changing table and removed the soaked diaper. I had drenched it. Instead of getting a clean diaper, Trisha placed me on my stomach and smacked my bottom as hard as she could with her bare hand. I thrashed my useless limbs about but Trisha kept going and telling me I would learn not to use bad words. How many times she spanked me, I lost count of the strokes she had given me but my ass was on fire. I was turned back over and it hurt even more. She placed a pink diaper under me and the rash cream made it sting even more. She was still gentle but the stinging pain made everything worse. The locking cover was applied over my aching rear and a pink dress was put over my head. I was helpless to fight back. The dress barely came down to my waist. She put a pair of pink ruffled panties over my diaper and a pair of really smooth-soled booties on my feet. Trisha set me down on the floor to see if I could stand up but I quickly lost my balance and Trisha had to catch me. Trisha put me on her hip and went to Lana's room. She was already awake, eyes active and scanning, as we walked into her room. Zoey helped Trisha open the crib lid. She set me in the crib while Trisha attended to Lana. I'm sure her diaper was in about the same condition as mine.

Chapter 24 Trisha/Mommy: The next morning, I woke up with an unusually heavily wet diaper. All that beer really did the trick. I stretched and went to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for myself. Next, I set three large bottles out for the babies. I warmed the formula in a pot on the stove before filling the three two-liter bottles. Nipples were screwed on and the bottles left to cool while I went to check on Zoey. Baby Zoey was still asleep when I entered the room. I gently worked the crib top down and woke my precious baby with a smile. Zoey smiled at me. I picked up her empty bottle and squeezed the baby's crotch. She was a soaked baby! “Who's wetter, Baby?” I asked as I tickled Zoey. “You awr, Mommy!” said Zoey, “You awh bigga van me!” “Does Zoey want to help me wake her sisters and get them ready for today?” I asked. “Yeth, Mommy!” said Zoey. “OK, let's get you ready first then,” I said as I pulled Zoey up to stand in her crib. Baby Zoey's mitts were unlocked and placed in a drawer. The pajamas were unlocked and removed. Then Zoey was placed on her changing table in the bathroom to get a fresh diaper and cover. Today we would need to do the laundry. I placed Zoey in a clean diaper with a yellow locking cover. Then I dressed her in a cute blue gingham dress that didn't cover her diaper. Next, I slipped a matching set of frilly rhumba panties over the diaper cover and put her in shiny black shoes with white ankle socks. I brushed Zoey's hair out and tied it in two pigtails. When I was done, I put Zoey on the ground. “OK, time for Mommy to get cleaned up.” Zoey followed me into the master bedroom across the hall. I placed a changing mat on the bed and sat on it before untaping my diaper. Zoey handed me the wipes. I cleaned myself and tossed the diaper aside for the moment. “Time for Baby Zoey to show Mommy how much she loves being babied and kept in diapers,” I said, as I spread my legs at the edge of the bed. Zoey knelt there in front of my shaved crotch with a smile on her face, “Yeth, Mommy!” I leaned back as Zoey pleasured me with her tongue and lips. Zoey would grunt and slow down sometimes. Sometimes, I would have to nuzzle her head deeper with encouragement. I came twice from Zoey's gentle tongue. “Very good, Baby,” I said, “Now, Mommy needs to get ready. Wait here and play with your blocks.” I dressed in my usual mommy attire, a blouse and jeans. I fixed my hair and slipped on a pair of shoes. Zoey took my hand and we walked down the hall to wake the twins. It was time to get them dressed and fed breakfast.

Chapter 22 Brent/Brandi: During the night, I woke up with my bladder near bursting from all the fluids forced into me. I tried to hold still but my muscles were quivering from the strain and finally gave out. The contraption around my cock, pointed the stream to the middle of the diaper, like a girl I suppose. It disgusted and relieved me at the same time. The urine flowed for a lot longer than I thought I had ever peed in my life. I felt the warm liquid puddle in the crack of my bottom before it started spreading into the thick padding of the diaper. She forced me into using my diaper and I was ashamed. It was justified in my mind as having no other choice. I drifted off to sleep again, only this time in a warm, wet diaper. When I awoke next, I was on my stomach. I rolled over on my back and realized my diaper had gotten a lot wetter and I did not know when it happened. What was in that stuff she made me drink? I'd never wet the bed since being dry as a child. Not even when I'd been out drinking too much. At least I haven't crapped myself again. Chapter 23 Lana: I resigned myself to the fact I was not getting out of this situation tonight. I needed more information and I didn't have it. When my bottle was empty and my bladder filled, I released it a little at a time to ease the pressure. It was strange to pee laying down. It ran down and pooled around my bottom before being absorbed into the lining. Soon, the pressure built beyond my brief spurts and I flooded the diaper uncontrollably. The warmth spread out all around my behind. The relief was welcome if the method was not. I will have to admit this was a bit familiar to me. Growing up, I had been a bed-wetter. Diapers at night were a vivid memory for me. These were thicker and the fluid made me wet a lot more but I knew that this was my only choice. There was no use being miserable so I tried to relax and get some sleep. I would need to be sharp tomorrow. If there was a flaw in Trisha's plan, I was going to find it and exploit it to escape her sadistic grasp. Even if I could only get away myself, I would bring help back for Brent. I'm sure he would do the same for me. I tried to keep my spirits up though it was difficult in a soaked diaper. I drifted off to sleep that night and I dreamed of my parents. It was a happy dream. We were in a park, having a picnic. Our dog was there and we were playing catch with the flying disc. I awoke too soon to find myself still trapped in a caged bed with a diaper and useless hands in mittens. I hoped Trisha would come and release me soon. I'd been in this soggy diaper all night.

Chapter 21 Trisha/Mommy: After putting all the babies to sleep, I went to the kitchen. The first thing I did was dial back my nanobots to normal. Luckily, I didn't need to be too forceful with Brandi. It never hurts to be prepared. New babies can be unpredictable until they learn the rules. Lana was going to be easy but Brandi needed a firm hand for her to accept her new life role. It was finally time for me to have time to eat. I was starving from running my nanobots at 150% for the time to wash the babies and put them to bed. That energy needed to be replenished. I made myself a six-slice thick turkey sandwich with two slices of cheese, four strips of bacon, plenty of pickles and mustard on top. While I microwaved the sandwich to melt the cheese, I opened a beer and a bag of BBQ potato chips. It was quite unladylike but I scarfed it all down like I hadn't eaten in days. For dessert, I had a piece of chocolate cake and caramel swirl ice cream. When I had finished eating all of that, I felt better. I washed the dishes and put things away. The first day with the twins had been amazing. I was so glad that Baby Zoey would have some baby sisters to grow up with. It would make Zoey so happy. Once the kitchen was in order, I went to my room to prepare for bed. My room was at the beginning of the hall, across from Zoey's. It was the biggest room in the house and had the nicest bathroom, complete with a working toilet. I undressed and put my clothes in the hamper. Babies make a lot of mess and there's always lots of laundry. I brushed my teeth and used the bathroom. Instead of pulling my panties back up, I tossed them in the hamper. When Zoey and I worked out the arrangement for living together, the first rule she insisted on was that everyone slept in a diaper, no exceptions. That was one rule neither of us broke. I didn't need diapers but I wore them to show my love for Zoey. I lived to make her happy. The ones I wore were the large ones and I kept a bag under my sink. I put it on easily and smiled, knowing Zoey liked it that way. In this house, even mommies wear diapers to bed. Next, I used my phone to set myself a few random loss of bladder control events between now and four o'clock in the morning. Zoey and I would often compare diapers to see who was wettest. The beer might help me win tomorrow morning. With washed hands and in my nightgown, I was ready for sleep. It was still early but I had used up a lot of energy at 150%. Two hours at that level was like three hours of normal work. I sat in bed and read a book for a bit before I turned the light off and fell asleep. All was right with my world tonight.

Chapter 20 Lana: The bath water was warm. I held onto the stupid dolphin for no reason. Brent dropped the duck she had given him. It surprised me to see him so addled. Had she drugged him? I wouldn't put anything past her. She kidnapped us so drugging us was not a stretch of the imagination. I watched Brent as Trisha washed him. She handled him gently, carefully. He made a surprised face while she was cleaning his rear. From his expression, she must have cleaned him deeper than he expected. She kept calling us her twin baby girls. Neither of us were babies, though she seemed to believe it with all her heart. Was she deranged? Maybe she stopped taking her medication or something. If that were the case, how would I explain Zoey's participation? There were pieces of the puzzle I was missing. Then, it was my turn to be thoroughly washed. I wasn't used to having a finger pushed into my bottom but the shock that Brent showed wasn't there. Brent had held on to the ducky but he was still wobbling in the tub. Trisha had to hold him up more than once. Her body controlling technology would have been a marvel if not used against us like this. Trisha let the water out of the tub and put the toys on the back of the tub. First she dried off Brent, who she kept calling Brandi. She used a penguin towel. If not for our circumstances, I would have thought it was cute. She was acting like he really was an overgrown baby. Brent could not stand in his current state so Trisha lifted him and toweled him off on the changing table. I watched as she used a pair of clippers to shear under his arms, groin and butt of all the long pubic hairs. Then the razor came back out and she shaved Brent in his entire crotch area that wasn't covered by the metal contraption I had glanced at. I was thankful Trisha didn't feel the need to do such a thing to me. I watched intently as Trisha unlocked the cage to inspect Brent's junk. She said that with a new cage, it was important that it fit snugly but not damage anything. I'm sure he was relieved to have it off. I think he thought maybe it would stay off. That was not the case. Trisha needed to finish shaving his privates. She rubbed a lot of lotion on him down there. It was clear he liked that, whether or not he meant to. Then Trisha fitted a cage and it was a tight fit getting all of him inside. I think he moaned in pain, the poor fellow. Trisha applied rash cream on his bum and placed a fresh pink night time diaper under him. She pulled the thick pink diaper up and sealed it onto him like she had done this a hundred times. She placed a bright pink locking diaper cover over it, secured in the back. I still needed a look at one of those locking covers myself. Then a one-piece penguin pajama sleeper slipped on him, zipped in the back and locked in place. Ball mittens were put on his hands and latched shut. She placed him in the crib while Trisha towel dried me with much the same treatment, all the while talking baby talk to us. Having full use of my legs, I stood while Trisha used a raccoon towel to dry me. When I was dry, Trisha placed me on the changing table. She asked me to be still while she trimmed my crotch with clippers. All my feminine hair was removed. Next, Trisha shaved me smooth and applied lotion all over her body. I had no hair anywhere but my eyebrows. It surprised me she didn't shave those as well. It felt nice to be pampered but not at such a high cost. She rubbed the rash cream on my rear and the diaper sealed on like last time. Trisha locked the same type of pink cover on me next. I couldn't get a good look at the lock as she secured them. I would have to keep vigilant. Finally, she helped me into an adult-sized fluffy raccoon set of pajamas that were also zipped up the back and locked in place. As expected, she fit the ball mittens to my hands and I was then all but helpless to do anything but sit and look cute. Trisha put me in the crib with Brent and lowered the lid while she left the room. I looked at the back of Brent's pajama lock. It was smooth, with no keyhole or combination dial. It must be some sort of magnetic lock. With my hands in security mittens, I had little hope of removing it but I could try to think of ways to defeat it. Trisha returned with two enormous bottles of a white liquid substance. Was it milk? I judged they were about two liters each from the size of them. She put me on her hip after she laid Brent down on his back. Trisha removed the pacifier gag and fitted a feeding gag in its place. She threaded the hose from the feeding gag through the top of the crib. She connected the two liter bottle and hung from a corner of the crib. With a flick of a valve, Trisha started the flow and Brent clearly felt the liquid drain into his mouth. He seemed to fight it but he kept taking gulps. He had no choice but to swallow it. That was a lot of milk to drink. “That's right, Baby Brandi,” said Trisha, “Drink all of your bottle. Say night-night to your sister, Lana.” I half-heartedly waved at him. Trisha turned on the swimming fish night light and lullaby music. She took me across the hall to be put in the other crib. My gag was swapped for a feeding one, too. I tried to speak but Trisha held a finger to my mouth and smiled before placing the feeding gag. I laid down on my own. There was no point struggling. I waited for the top to close and the fluid to flow into my mouth. It tasted sweet, a syrupy mixture that wasn't terrible. I did not know what was in it but I didn't doubt it would be two liters of something that would end up in the diaper I was wearing. If that suppository showed what these people were capable of, I would have to be on my toes. “Goodnight, baby,” said Trisha as she turned off the light and turned on the carousel night light and lullaby music. It was soothing but I was fighting the flow into my mouth. I was constantly swallowing. She had hung the bottle high enough that the pressure guaranteed I couldn't hold it. I could feel my stomach swelling with each gulp. It was a lot to drink at one sitting, let alone at such a fast rate. The last of it finally emptied and it nearly exhausted me from the effort. My belly felt full, bloated from it all. She might have drugged me because I fell asleep soon after.

Chapter 19 Brent/Brandi: Trisha used whatever passed for her pseudo-magic again to cripple me. This time I could still move a little but I was completely out of control. There was a delay between what I wanted my hands to do and what they actually did. It was frustrating on top of everything else she had subjected me to. The worst being kept in this horrendous diaper. I almost didn't recognize her with her shaved head but she placed Lana in the crib with me. Lana's diaper audibly squished. I couldn't look away as I stared at Lana, bald, naked except for the pink diaper and pink pacifier. I saw her uncovered breasts. My naked body and pink diaper were visible to her. It was my first time seeing her in diapers. Before this, I would have loved to have spent more time with Lana in a more-than-friends way but there hadn't been time with relocating and the refugee camp. Now, here I was, nearly naked and she bolted my cock down. The thought of Lana naked made it painful, as my manhood found no room to grow. I tried to look away. At least my head and eyes moved normally. Trisha left us in the crib to run a tub of warm water. Neither of us could talk but I'm sure our eyes showed pity toward the other one. She went to Lana and placed her on the changing table to remove her diaper for cleanup before bath time. Lana must have had a very nasty bottom because I could smell it. I'm sure mine was at least as bad as hers. Trisha cleaned Lana and placed her back in the crib, completely naked. My caged cock caused me more discomfort when I noticed her blond curls between her legs. Then it was my turn to get cleaned up. Trisha was freakishly strong. She picked me up like I was nothing. How was that even possible? She talked to me in baby talk while taking my awful diaper down to clean me. She reminded me I needed to be better, like my twin sister, Lana. I'm sure my face had a scowl but I had to admit it was a massive relief to be out of that disgusting diaper she had trapped me in for far too long. If only the contraption around my dick was removed. Once cleaned, the woman placed me on her left hip and placed Lana on her right hip. We were both taken to the tub by her. She sat us in the bubble bath, facing each other. She gave me a yellow rubber ducky and she gave Lana a blue dolphin. I promptly dropped my toy. Lana picked it up and handed it back to me. The concern in her eyes showed. To hold on to it, I had to concentrate hard and be deliberate. I didn't give a rip about the ducky but I needed to understand my ability to move. I, we, had no hope of escape if I couldn't move any better than this. Trisha talked baby talk to us. Both of us were still pacified so it was a boring monologue. I think Trisha liked the sound of her own voice. Mostly she droned on about what a lucky Mommy she was to have such adorable twin baby girls to take care of. Except I wasn't a girl. She scrubbed us all over, even places I normally don't spend a lot of time on. I hadn't shaved in a few days at the camp. She must have not liked my stubble because Trisha used a disposable razor to remove it. To her credit, she was gentle. Next, Trisha washed around that terribly uncomfortable cage. If I had control of my body, I would have jumped out of my skin when she slipped a soapy finger in my rear. I'm sure I made a face. Lana saw the look in my eyes and probably could guess what happened. Her turn was next.

Chapter 17 Zoey: I was relieved to hear Mommy would give me a bath and a clean diaper. Lana was smart for laying still. There was nothing to be gained by moving the mess around. She forced me to walk around but it was to help Mommy and that was more important than a clean diaper. I don't even notice wet diapers anymore but messy ones are hard to ignore. I love nothing more than the attention of Mommy and Mommy loved caring for me. It was a gift from above that let us find each other. It depressed Trisha at the lack of funding for her nanobots and I was in a wheelchair with no hope of continuing the things I loved. I had money but couldn't buy the use of my legs back. It was a dark time for both of us when we met. Now, these were the happiest days I could ever remember. It was bath time. One of the favorite times for both Mommy and me. I stood there like a good girl as Mommy helped strip off my big girl's play clothes. I wouldn't be needing them again for a while. The paci remained in my mouth for now. Mommy released my diaper cover and put me on the changing table. She opened my nasty diaper and started wiping my bottom clean. She put the nasty diaper in the disposal trash and Mommy fastened me around the waist while she ran a bubble bath. When the tub was full and the bubbles were ready, she sat me in the middle of it and started soaping my back and tummy. She paid special attention to my little diapered parts. Except for my head, there wasn't a hair on my body. It had been lasered off when Mommy and I grew tired of the constant shaving. Mommy laid me back and washed my hair. It was shoulder length when down. I liked it in pigtails. It would be some time before Brandi and Lana could do that. They were newborn babies and I was the big sister. Mommy continued to soap and wash my face, arms and legs. Finally, she washed my bottom, slipping a soapy finger in my rear. I liked that. It wasn't as good as release day but it was nice to know Mommy cared enough to be thorough. When Mommy pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and held out her hand, she said, “Has today been a good day, Baby?” I responded by spitting my dentures into Mommy's hand and spoke in full toddler-speak, “Yeth, Mommy, it was a berry good day.” “Mommy's so glad you enjoyed it,” she said, “Now, I'm going to dry baby off and give you a bottle. You need to rest while I go check on the twins. An hour in a messy diaper is plenty, don't you think?” “Yeth, Mommy, an houwah is pwenty,” I said. Mommy drained the tub, much to my sadness. Bath time was over and I needed to get ready for bed. It was going to be a big day with the twins and I needed rest to rebuild my energy. Mommy dried me off with a bath towel that had panda ears. I liked that towel. Mommy placed me on the changing mat and rubbed lotion all over my hairless body. She rubbed rash cream on my smooth bottom and taped on a clean, thick pink nighttime diaper. A pair of locking diaper panties were fitted and secured in place. Babies need security. Next, Mommy stood me up and helped me into a one-piece panda pajama outfit that zipped up the back and was also locked. The last piece of sleeping attire was the sleeping mitts. They kept baby's hands from places they shouldn't be. Babies need protection, sometimes from themselves. She put me in my crib with my stuffed panda. Mommy went to get a warm bottle to help me sleep. It had all the things a growing adult baby girl needed to use her diaper as it should be. Mommy kissed me good night and lowered the top of my crib. She locked me in for the night with my blankie, Mr. Panda and a warm bottle. Before she left, Mommy turned off the overhead light and left the mobile playing lullaby music with a star nightlight projected on the ceiling. I fell asleep knowing Mommy loved me. Chapter 18 Trisha/Mommy: It was time to take care of Brandi and Lana now. They had both spent enough time in a dirty diaper that they wouldn't be complaining about the time between diaper changes. They would be so happy to get a bath that they would cooperate fully. To prepare, I took out my phone and turned my nanobots to 150% strength. I could handle them with ease if things escalated. As I entered Lana's room and smiled at her I said, “You're going to be a delightful baby and let Mommy change you out of that nasty diaper to take a bath with your twin sister, aren't you?” Lana nodded her head in agreement. She would agree to almost anything to get out of the foul-smelling diaper she had been in for some time. I lowered the crib side and released her from the cuffs. Lana rubbed her wrists and touched her diaper. I smacked her hand away, “NO! Babies don't touch their diapers or anything covered by the diapers. If Mommy finds out that happened, well, the baby would have to be corrected.” Lana moved her hands back away and let me finish. With super-strength, I easily picked Lana up and sat her on my hip. Lana flinched when the mush in her diaper squished up and around her rear. If not for the pacifier, she would probably have made an unpleasant noise. There's always a time of adjustment before babies get used to being wet and messy. We crossed the hall, with Lana on my hip, to Brandi's room. Lana's cute little nose scrunched up with every step. It would take time but she would learn to ignore the condition of her diaper. That was Mommy's job. We entered Brandi's room. She was asleep. Worn out from all the thrashing. I sat Lana down on the chair as I stood over Brandi's crib and gently stirred her awake. I hoped she was in a better mood for her bath with her sister. “Wake up, sleepyhead,” I said, “Mommy needs to clean you up and give you a bath before bedtime. Are you going to be a sweet little baby girl for Mommy?” Brandi opened her eyes and heard my voice. She shook her head no. I put my hands on my hips. I expected some resistance and I could handle that. The question was, would Brandi get the message? She was going to learn the hard way. “I suppose I can leave you in that nasty old diaper until morning,” I said, “Now, will you be a good baby girl?” Again, she shook her head no. Then she looked over and saw her sister, Lana. Brandi probably thought she was a doll at first. No hair, sitting quietly in a puffy diaper. Lana was looking at the ground ahead of her, her hands at her side. I opened my phone and selected a few options and lowered Brandi's crib side. When I released Brandi's hands and feet, she tried to fight back but her limbs merely flopped around like a rag doll. I had to smile at the sight of her not grasping what was happening to her. It was simple, Mommy had dialed Brandi's motor skills back to a newborn level. One synapse in 50 would be transmitted to her limbs. The rest fired random adjacent nerve bundles. It was comical watching her frustration grow with each botched attempt to move. I put the side back up and sat Brandi up in her crib. She teetered and almost fell over until I had her propped up with a blanket. Now she was sitting in the icky mess in her diaper to remind her who was in charge.

Chapter 16 Lana: The cramps had started and soon overpowered my bottom. I couldn't hold it any longer. Poo pushed out of me like an ice cream dispenser. I actually felt better once it was over but it totally grossed me out about being forced to soil a diaper. I tried to lie still and not cause the mess to shift. It was icky enough. It didn't take long for my bladder to harass me, too. All that soda was bursting to get out. I tried to release a little pressure but once I started, I couldn't stop. I felt ashamed of how quickly she forced me into this. My eyes were closed until I heard the opening door. I didn't otherwise move a muscle. Trisha lowered the crib rail and sat on the bed with me as she stroked my bald head, “Sweet, sweet baby girl, you have been so good. You used your diaper. Mommy is proud of you. After her bath, Zoey will become your big sister but right now I have to change her. I will be back for you shortly.” She left. She knew I was in a disgusting diaper, one she made me wear and made me use. How long would she leave me like this? Could things get any worse? Why was she doing this to me, to us? How was Brent?

Chapter 15 Brent/Brandi: The cramps had started as mildly irritating about 20 minutes ago, I think. It is hard to judge. The gurgling in my guts and the pressure built with each new spasm I fought off. It took a lot of effort to keep your butt cheeks together in a thick diaper. Sweat rolled off my body and soaked into the bedding. I felt like I had wet the bed it was so damp. I was fighting against impossible odds to keep from messing myself as the cramps grew stronger with each wave. I had barely won the fight with the latest cramp when the door opened. I tried to clench my teeth but the gag prevented that. I tried to cross my legs but the restraints denied me. I was only successful in putting all my weight on my behind. Gravity was my only ally in the war against a dirty diaper. Trisha stood with a stupid smile on her face and watched my attempts to hold back nature, “Brandi, dear, you can't hold it forever. Everybody poops and baby girls like you do it in their diapers.” I shook my head no in defiance. I was not going to give in and let her have the satisfaction of seeing me crap myself. She wouldn't get to gloat at my expense. I briefly wondered if Lana was suffering the same torture. Trisha continued, “I could make you fill that diaper with a swipe of my finger but I want you to understand that babies like you have no choice. Zoey, do you want to show your baby sister?” Zoey nodded behind her pacifier and turned her back to Brandi. She pulled her skirt up to reveal her diapered bottom, extremely full and straining at the restraining straps. Trisha tapped Zoey's shoulder and she released the skirt hem. When she turned back around, my eyes were wide confusion. I suddenly realized how impossible a situation I was in. If the maid had to wear a diaper and use it, how was I going to avoid it. I laid my head down on the pillow and surrendered to the urges I had been fighting for what seemed like half the day. I resigned myself to the inevitability that I was going to shit myself. The relief I felt when my bowels started forcing muck into my diaper was immense. Trisha praised me for being a good baby. She kissed me on the forehead and left me there in my mess to finish my humiliating task. Trisha and Zoey left me, hopefully, to check on Lana. A few more waves struck and I further messed myself but the first one was the worst. It was over after a few more waves. How long would I have to stay like this before she let me out of this nasty thing? Surely, it wouldn't be long. She saw what I did. It was what she wanted. Then again, Trisha showed me she has Zoey walking around with a loaded diaper because she can. Did Trisha give the maid a suppository, too? Was this going to be a regular thing? I sure hoped not. I shuddered to think of the possibility.

Chapter 13 Lana: Mostly, I laid still and waited for them to come back. That was the only thing to do. So far, I had had no need for the diaper but if they didn't let me up to use the toilet, nature would eventually force my hand. That soda at lunch was not helping. Fizzy drinks went right through me. I heard the doorknob turn and looked in that direction. Zoey and Trisha entered the room. I didn't consider it my room. It was my prison cell. Zoey took a seat at the desk and eagerly looked at Trisha. I was still trying to work out if she was part of this or had been turned into a zombie. Was that my fate? Our fate? “Lana, I want to show you something. Watch Zoey,” said Trisha as she fiddled with her phone. Zoey wobbled and caught herself with the arms of the chair. Trisha took a reflex hammer and tapped Zoey's knee. The woman had no reflex but I saw her walk in. Then Trisha swiped on her phone and repeated the reflex test with a normal response. I'm sure my eyes were wide. “How can she fake no reflexes?” I thought to myself, unbelieving. “Amazing, isn't it? She was in a wheelchair when we met. I fixed her. Second, you have the same technology in your body and I will show you I have control. Finally, you are a baby girl. My baby girl,” said Trisha. Trisha was again on her phone when everything below my chest stopped moving, I'm sure Trisha saw it in my eyes. I couldn't move my legs. I could feel the cuffs on my ankles still but I couldn't wiggle my toes, no matter how hard I tried.” “Baby, I turned off 80% of your body. You can move your hands but nothing else,” said Trisha, “Do you believe I have that control?” I shook my head, confirming that I believed she could do what she said. I suspected she had more capabilities but that was enough to convince me that struggling now was not the fight I wanted to have right now. I would have to find out what she was doing and if it had vulnerabilities I could exploit. “Yes, I do and who am I to you?” prodded Trisha, “I'm your mommy. That's right, baby girl. I'm your new mommy. Now, since you are a new baby, you came into this world with no skills or hair. Hold still for Zoey or I won't turn your body back on, OK, Sweety?” Zoey approached me and tears formed in my eyes but I nodded my understanding. Tears formed in my eyes as Zoey shaved my blond locks into the towel and kissed my forehead. She emptied the hair into the bathroom trash and put her clippers away. I was bald! “Now, get some rest, baby. Your insides are going to get a workout,” said Trisha as she made my body work again. It was the strangest feeling to be paralyzed. I could feel everything, possibly more so since I could not move. My bladder was aching. Why did I drink so much soda? I feared that was the least of my worries as the cramps in my belly built. I could hear the growling. Unless I'm going to be sick, I never hear that sound. I prayed it would not happen. Chapter 14 Zoey could feel the suppository starting to dissolve. Hers was stronger than the ones the twins had been given. Trisha had enabled Zoey's bladder and bowel sphincter nerves to have sensation but no control. It had been years since she could hold her bodily functions. She didn't miss it most times. Zoey could tell she was about to wet or mess but she was utterly helpless to do anything about it and she liked it that way after all this time. The twins, on the other hand, had normal bowel and bladder function for now. Trisha wanted them to feel how helpless they were, to know they were going to use their diapers no matter how hard they tried to avoid it. She needed to show them they were not in charge. It was part of breaking them down. It had worked wonders on Zoey but then again, she was a willing lab rat for Trisha's ground-breaking experiments. Trisha's nanobots could even be set to weaken instead of merely being off or on. She had used that one on Zoey to make her crawl for the first week they moved in together. Zoey would do anything for the woman that gave her the use of her legs back Conversely, Trisha would do anything to make Zoey happy, up to and including kidnapping to give her some much longed for sisters. Trisha came up behind Zoey while she was lost in thought, “A penny for your thoughts, Sugar.” Zoey turned and smiled, “Oh, I was thinking about when we first came here and how it was. It will be good to have the twins here. We can raise them up right.” Trisha smiled at Zoey, “We sure will, Darlin. Now that we have them under control, are you done being an adult? I bet you want to go back to being a baby girl, too? You will be their big sister!” Trisha picked Zoey up and hugged her tight. Her feet dangled in the air and Mommy's hand was on her bottom. She squeezed it to check how wet she was. Still some room left in that diaper for what came next. Zoey dropped back into toddler-speak, “Yes, Mommy. I want to be da big sista and I will teach dem eberyfing they need to know.” Trisha pulled a large pacifier from her pocket, “I bet you've been missing this!” Zoey opened her mouth wide and took it from Mommy like a good baby girl. When Zoey was let back on the floor, her bottom started to cramp. It wouldn't be long now before her diaper was extremely dirty as well as wet. The twins would get to experience it soon, too. Zoey's hair grew back in thicker after her head was shaved and theirs would be the same length as it grew in. The gurgling of Zoey's tummy was a tell-tale sign that she would soon need a clean diaper. Mommy didn't miss it either. She sat in a chair and pulled Zoey into her lap with her head between Mommy's breasts where she could hear her heartbeat, soothing her as the demons started in her bottom. Zoey passed gas uncontrollably and buried her head into Mommy's bosom. Zoey sucked on her pacifier as she felt the cramps force the first wave of mess into her diaper. Mommy patted her bottom and whispered she would be OK, it would be over soon. Zoey started to perspire as she grunted into her paci. Trisha held her baby Zoey as the first wave finished. Zoey breathed easier and waited for the next wave to hit her. It was only a few minutes and the cycle repeated. Her bowels forced more mess into her diaper and it seeped up the back of her diaper as it tried to find room. The next wave was the biggest cramp and hardest to pass. It was exhausting as the contractions took over. Mommy held Zoey and rocked her in her lap, telling her it was almost over. After one more lighter cramp, the suppository seemed to have done its worst. Zoey's diaper was full and if not for the locking cover would surely have drooped. Zoey wanted a change but knew she could not ask for one. She had a pacifier in her mouth and it was forbidden to remove it herself. Only a grown up could remove her paci or change her. So, she sat there in Mommy's lap until Mommy decided it was time to change. She would teach her little baby sisters this and the rest of Mommy's rules for happy babies. Instead of getting changed right away, Trisha had Zoey follow her down the ball to Brandi's crib.

I've got 12 chapters of the story up so far. There really wasn't a good way to do it without changing perspective. I tried not to repeat much of the story beyond what needed to be seen from that person's PoV. Time will tell. Otherwise, I'd be writing 3 separate stories.

Chapter 12 Brent/Brandi: My bladder filled and a gurgling in my guts tormented me. Pressure built but only as annoying waves at this point. If it got no worse than this, I could hold out for quite a while, perhaps until morning if I careful. Gas was the problem now. I let out as much as I dared. Two people walked in after I heard the door open. I pulled on the restraints. My body sweaty and my hair drenched. Trisha shook her head. Zoey sat in the chair at the desk facing me, like a spectator. Trisha squeezed my diapered crotch. Still dry! Take that! “Brandi, you look like you've had a workout,” said Trisha, “You can either cooperate or I will force you to comply. Zoey will help me show a small fraction of what I'm capable of.” Trisha touched her phone and Zoey caught herself from falling back into the chair. Next, Trisha took a reflex hammer and tapped Zoey's knee. She had no reflexes. How did she do that? Trisha touched the phone again. This time, the reflex hammer showed Zoey had a normal response. “You see, Zoey’s injuries were devastating and I repaired her,” started Trisha, “It also works in reverse. Now, will you settle down or does Mommy need to prove her point?” I didn't know what game she was still trying to run on me but I thrashed even harder, not willing to give one inch to this vile woman. She made a few swipes on her phone and suddenly, my feet stopped moving. Not numb but they wouldn't move. Then my torso slumped. Next, my arms became limp, though I sensed the straps. She had somehow paralyzed me from the neck down! I panicked. Trisha posed the question to me again but I shook my head no defiantly. Trisha shook her and exhaled. She swiped on her phone again and I stopped breathing. You do not know how desperate you will get when you can't breathe. I thought I would die. If unable to breathe, I surely would have. “Last chance, Sweety. Are you going to be a good baby girl?” asked Trisha. As I frantically hoped for my lungs to work, I shook my head yes. Trisha restored my breathing back on but nothing else lower. She made me an invalid. She motioned for Zoey to do something. The maid pulled a pair of battery powered clippers from her uniform pocket. She lifted my head and placed a towel beneath. In short order, she had shaved my head bald. I saw Zoey dump the towel into the bathroom trash and threw it over her shoulder. She stowed the clippers back into her pocket. Trisha squeezed my diaper again and the sensation was there but it was still dry with possibly the exception of a little perspiration. “Honey, how did you like the simple demonstration?” said Trisha, “I have full control of your body. So, remember this as you learn your lessons. The first lesson is you are a baby girl, twin to Lana. Do you understand me now?” I had the fear put into me then. I slowly nodded my head in acknowledgment. Zoey backed away from me as Trisha undid whatever she had done. That time I simply lay there, afraid of what she might do with her god-like powers over my body. Trisha praised me before they left and turned the light out. She warned me that the diaper better be used the next time she checked on me. I believed her. Whether or not I wanted to, I could not hold out until morning. I was tired from holding it in and the waves of pressure were getting more frequent. Letting farts out helped, but it was only temporary. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist the urges.

Chapter 11 In the kitchen, Zoey and Trisha prepared the next part of the plan for regressing the two captives into twin baby girls. Trisha was indeed a robotics researcher, the top one in the nation. She had few peers worldwide. Her specific field of expertise was in nanobots. That's a class of robots so small they can operate at a microscopic level. She created a process to mass-produce them cheaply. She had perfected them to the point she could introduce them into the human body and operate at the cellular level. Amazing things were possible but it took millions and millions of them. The NB powder in the suppositories was nanobot powder. They were already circulating in Zoey's body but Trisha needed to get plenty of them into Brandi and Lana. Trisha even had them in her own body. They were very handy but they had to be replenished from time to time. The failure rate was still about two percent a month. That's why Zoey needed a booster. After the suppositories melted, there would be sufficient numbers of the nanobots in the systems of the twins to run a diagnostic test. Zoey already knew what they were capable of. That was how she and Trisha met. Zoey was in a skiing accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She literally fell off a mountain. Besides her broken back, she lost most of her teeth and had to have facial reconstruction. Trisha's miracle nanobots repaired Zoey's spine. Those particular nanobots were the first generation. It took time to program them to fill in the connections in Zoey's severed spine. Technically, they did not repair nerves; they patched them like a splice in an electrical circuit. After all, the body ran on electricity. The nanobots completed the nerve circuit that was interrupted by the injury. Nanobots had to remain in her system and active to allow her to walk. Zoey could tell when too many of the nanobots had failed. She was unsteady and her feet went numb. Trisha tried not to let that happen if possible. Now, Trisha would use the nanobots to take some things away rather than repair them. She could use them to immobilize her babies. Instead of completing a nervous circuit, they could insert themselves between the nerve path and block the impulses. She could turn on and off all motor functions, sensory responses, or both. For instance, Zoey had feeling in her bladder and bowel but absolutely no control. Trisha could take them to the brink of helplessness with this latest update of her algorithm. She could make them totally dependent on others for their care and feeding if required. Once she broke them, she would turn on higher motor functions and allow everything but bowel and bladder control. The same as Zoey. Trisha had created the app she opened on her phone. She looked at the map of the nanobots she had paired with her app. There were a few billion where she and Zoey stood. Nanobots inside Zoey allowed her to walk. The app showed two other concentrations 30 feet away. The concentration of nanobots on the right was Brandi and the other on the left was Lana. Trisha touched her control bot to run a diagnostic on herself. She showed 98.5%. She wouldn't need a booster any time soon. Zoey's control bot diagnostic displayed 99.9% active. Excellent levels after the boost from the suppository. Next, she selected the ones for Lana. She created a label for them and grouped them under it. The diagnostic for Lana came back reading 72.7% and was slowly trending up. Anything over 30% would allow her to assume control of the host's nervous system. She tagged the last group of nanobots to Brandi and grouped together. Brandi's nanobots, surprisingly, read 92.5% and climbed. She must be exerting herself and fighting the restraints. The more her blood circulated, the faster they infiltrated the tissue. Good girl! “Well, that was easy. Brandi will learn about nanobots first, won't she?” said Trisha. “I think so, Mommy,” replied Zoey as she followed Trisha down the hall.

Chapter 10 Lana: I was peacefully resting in the giant crib I was chained to as best I could under the circumstances. I had tugged at my restraints enough to know they seemed too solid for me to break with brute strength. I decided to concentrate on looking around at my environment and see if I could learn anything about what they were planning. The obvious things were easy. Trisha had said her nieces had visited and the rooms were furnished to their liking. It was decorated like a little girl's room, a baby girl's maybe. They had diapers in the drawers so that meant it was for a child of no more than two or three years old. How long ago was that? But this crib they had me in was big enough for a full-grown adult. Trisha would fit in here. They had put me in a diaper and inserted something into my rectum. It was cool going in but nothing else had happened yet. Trisha mentioned cleaning out all that bad camp food. Logically, it had to be some sort of laxative suppository, meant to make me empty my bowels. It seemed excessively large for that though. I'd been given a suppository once and it was smaller than a person's pinky finger. With that line of reasoning, the diaper was starting to make sense. If I couldn't get up while restrained to the bed and the suppository action happened before they returned, my accident would need to be caught in the diaper rather than foul the bedding. A chill ran down my spine and my nipples hardened. This was some sort of cruel trick if they meant for me to use the diaper, especially in that way. What twisted reason could Trisha possibly have for doing this to me? Was Brent aware of my imprisonment? Did they have him locked up as well?

Chapter 9 Brent/Brandi: I struggled to get free from the restraints with no luck. They were padded but still too tight to slip my hands through them. I couldn't pull enough slack in the straps to effectively yank them. There I was, in a giant pink diaper after they shoved something up my butt and locked my dong in a cage. All the while in a giant crib. Nothing was making any sense! I never heard of anything thing like this. I tried to cross my legs and arms. I was hoping to roll over onto my stomach but I could only get as far as to roll onto my side. That did me no good unless I needed something else shoved in my ass. I tried rocking the crib in any way possible but no dice. It was either a lot heavier than it looked or it was anchored to the floor. And what was that cold thing they pushed up my butt? I couldn't feel anything any more but I knew it hadn't come back out. Maybe that was the idea. They wanted it to come back out. It didn't add up to me. Trisha seemed so nice at the camp. What went wrong? Then my thoughts turned to how long would they keep me here, keep us here? Where they serial killers? Would they hack us up and bury us on some of the secluded land surrounding the house? I was sure I didn't want to play a part in her twisted games. Surely, she couldn't leave me locked up like this for very long. I'd seen war and things get messy really quick. She keeps her house too clean and tidy to simply keep me a prisoner like this although the drawer they pulled the diaper from was full of them. And what of Lana? I didn't want to even think about what they might be doing to her. She was a sweet girl. Though I'd only known her for a little over a week, I feared how much worse a girl like her might have it at Trisha's hand.

My latest book in the legally diapered universe has just been published. It is called Consent Decree and finds another clueless person on the wrong side of a legal dispute. Available in ebook and paperback at Amazon. See my other books there as well. Here’s the blurb: Francine made one little joke about her employees not getting enough bathroom breaks and the next thing you know, she's in court with the National Labor Relations Board. The prosecutor threatened fines large enough to bankrupt her. Her lawyer said he would work something out but the legal arrangement they hammered out was not what she expected. To remain in compliance with the consent decree she agreed to, she would be required to wear diapers at work for the term of one year. She thought it was a joke but the nurse that showed up for a diaper check was no laughing matter. Follow along as Francine deals with day-to-day life in a diaper that she doesn't need or want.

Chapter 8 Zoey: Mommy turned to me in the hall as we left my new baby sister Lana's room and said, “OK, it's your turn, Sweety.” “Yes, Mommy,” was all I said with a smile. I went to the kitchen to get my own special suppository. When I returned, I held my gift from Mommy in my hands and presented it to her as the precious symbol of her love for me it was. Mommy placed it on the changing table in my bathroom. My bathroom was set up exactly like my twin sisters, Lana and Brandi. A locked toilet and plenty of pink diapers. I needed the diapers. I can't hold any of my pee or poo. When Mommy thinks I need cleaning out, I get cleaned out because she loves me. I turned my back to Mommy and bent half over to expose my diapered bottom. I was a good girl. Mommy lifted my skirt and released the lock on my panties. I stepped out of them and climbed onto the changing pad with Mommy's help. She untaped the right side of my diaper and rolled me onto my left side to expose my bottom. Mommy held up the suppository for me to see one last time before spreading my cheeks and slipping it into my bottom. It felt nice going in. I never made Mommy force things. I adored the attention from Mommy. She said my diaper was wet but not worthy of a change, especially with the suppository inside me. She fastened my diaper back and the locking cover clicked into place. I would never take my diaper off but Mommy liked to be sure. I knew from experience that I had maybe an hour before the suppository worked but eventually I would mess uncontrollably when it started. I hoped Mommy would notice and change me quickly but these diapers kept the smell in too well sometimes. Dirty diapers were much worse than wet ones but I never complained. I know Mommy will change me when she is ready. Mommy helped me down from the changing table and smiled at me. It was so exciting that we finally had the twin sisters that I had been hoping for. I was now the big sister. It was OK. I still needed diapers. I wasn't potty trained. I followed Mommy back to the kitchen, where we set up the high chairs that my baby sisters would use soon. New babies didn't know better so they sometimes make messes. They need to be safely kept in their chairs so they don't accidentally fall and hurt themselves. I was a little anxious about my suppository. Mommy hadn't given me one in a long time. The last time she gave me one, I filled my diaper to near capacity. She was right about my tummy, not feeling like it should lately. Mommy knows best and my tummy would be all better in no time.