Rachel and Sarah were sitting on the couch in the living room while Fara took the large recliner, it was rare that Rachel gave up the seat, but the situation warranted some separation. Sarah was busy explaining the minutia of what they had done to Fara over the course of their trip. The cat was already out of the bag it didn’t do them any good to keep specifics from her now, and there were a lot of specifics to go over.

Fara sat and listened as Sarah went over all the details, she did plan most of them after all. Fara was shocked not only at the physical manipulation of drugging her to make her wet and mess herself, but also the psychological manipulation. Not really manipulation, just how well Sarah knew how her and her friends would react.

Rachel watched Fara while Sarah explained, looking for clues in her expression to figure out how she was taking all of this. She didn’t have much success. Reading people was more of Sarah’s forte, and Sarah was busy explaining things. Regardless they wouldn’t have an opportunity to sneak off and strategize, Fara would know, and now them being alone together was bound to create suspicion in Fara. Besides that kind of behind the back manipulating wouldn’t work anymore now that Fara knew the stuff Rachel was capable of.

“And yeah that’s all of it,” Sarah finally finished with a sigh. Saying all of it out loud took a while and her jaw hurt from talking too much. She was a little introspective about how describing the extent of their manipulation took up the better part of 30 minutes.

“That was … a lot,” Fara grabbed her head in her hands. “You guys are insane, like actually insane.” Fara sighed. “Do you two know how crazy that all is? Drugging me, manipulating me and all of our friends, all this magic locking stuff and self-breaking cribs.” Rachel looked at Sarah.

“We did it all for you,” Rachel offered.

“Please, I’ve come this far you can at least be honest with me. You did it for you. You wanted me to be your baby girl and you do whatever it takes to get what you want.”

“That is … not inaccurate. That doesn’t mean we don’t love you. We do. You’re our baby girl, you complete our family. Can you blame me if I wanted that?”

“It’s ok to want that but you can’t just take people like that Mommy. That’s insane, I’m my own person not a thing you can buy. Or at least I was.” There was a pause, where Rachel thought to herself that Fara indeed wasn’t her own person anymore. The collar figuratively around her neck as well as the lengthy legal documentation meant that she belonged to Rachel now. That was something she agreed to, she agreed to be a thing, a possession of Rachel’s. Had all of this happened after that agreement there would be nothing to discuss, but it didn’t. “Did you get Sarah this way too?”

“No,” Sarah spoke quickly. “Well, not exactly. It’s hard not to see the benefits of your basic needs being cared for when you’re in a rough place, but I don’t regret it at all. This is what I wanted. This is where I belong.”

“I’m glad you’re so sure.”

“What aren’t you sure about?” Rachel asked

“That any of these feelings I have are real. If they aren’t just something you and Sarah planted into my head to keep me your happy and babbling baby girl.”

“Sweetie, I can’t make you like this.”

“Can’t you? I mean before we went on this trip I didn’t dream of spending my days messing my diapers and getting changed. That was you.”

“I only exposed you to the idea, I can’t make you enjoy that idea.”

“Obviously that’s a lie. You wouldn’t have done this whole thing if you didn’t think you could keep me. What would you have done if I didn’t end up liking it? Would you have forced me to stay anyway?” Rachel looked at Sarah who sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?!” Fara asked accusingly. “Well thank god I did like it I guess. I like to think you would have stopped but I don’t know anymore.” Rachel looked at the ground and sucked in air through her teeth. She knew what Fara was getting at even if she didn’t want to say it. How is she any different from her father? If Fara hadn’t been willing would she have kept her against her will?

“I’m sorry,” Rachel said still looking at the ground. “You’re right, what we were doing had the potential to be awful.”

“You mean more awful than it was already?”

“Yes. I was awful, and I apologize for putting you through that.” Fara huffed and crossed her arms. She noticed she had wet again while they were talking. Even now her need for Rachel was apparent to her. Rachel’s actions had a lasting impact on Fara’s body. Despite the moral high ground she had, she couldn’t leave Rachel now. She was well and truly a prisoner.

“What happens now?” Sarah punctuated the silence with a loaded question. Fara pouted.

“Nothing,” Fara answered flatly. “Nothing can happen. I’m still basically incontinent. I can’t take care of this myself, I’ve grown dependent on you two. Just like you planned it.”

“I’m sure we can help find something,” Sarah started but Fara cut her off.

“And I’m yours mommy.” Fara looked away. “I belong to you. I’m your little baby and I love it. I love you, I love Sarah. I couldn’t leave you if I was able to, and now I don’t want to. It doesn’t matter if you put these feelings there, they’re there now and I can’t get rid of them. Part of me wants you to just tell me to get over it, spank the sense out of me, and lock me in the crib for a week.”

“Well I’m not gonna do that,” Rachel assured. “I’m not mad at you, you didn’t do anything wrong baby.”

“Would be easier if I did. If I was just a bad girl who got punished and we all moved on from this.”

“Were it so easy,” Sarah said seriously.

“Well I gathered that you’re staying then,” Rachel said getting up. “Not that there was much option.” Rachel calmly walked over to where Fara was sitting and helped her up, grabbing her hand and leading her to the nursery.

“What are you? …”

“I can’t magically fix this,” Rachel said confidently. “But if you’re going to be my baby then I’m going to be your mommy, and mommy’s know that crying little girls need comfy onesies and plush friends to get over sad times.”

“Wait?” Fara planted her feet firmly and Rachel paused. “Before I get lost in all this. You’re going to let Riley keep that money,” Fara spoke seriously. “I know that you can tell me no, and I’ll listen to you if you do. But you owe me this at least. She was my friend, she was only looking out for me.”

“Yes sweetie,” Rachel smiled. “Of course Riley can keep her money. Is there anything else?”

“No Mommy. Diaper change peas,” Fara said in her best little voice.

The mood was strange despite Rachel and Fara’s best efforts to act like things were normal. Rachel was softer and more careful than usual, and Fara’s wiggles were feigned, but they still went through the motions all the same.

“Would you like a paci little one?” Rachel figured Fara could use a reason not to talk. Fara wasn’t even through nodding when the nipple was pushed into her lips. Rachel’s guess was right, Fara appreciated the reason to stay silent, and the pacifier did help calm her down. Her thought about how trained she was that a pacifier would do that to her entered her head as Rachel removed the soggy diaper and began to wipe Fara down. She felt like tickling Fara’s tummy before sliding the new diaper under her but decided against it. Fara stared up at her. “Everything ok sweetie?” Fara nodded yes as her bottom was surrounded in powder. “Your Mommy loves you,” Rachel taped up the new diaper around Fara. A minimalistic one with just a cartoon sun on the landing zone. “Come on hop up,” Rachel helped Fara up off of the changing table and opened the nursery closet. “Now what is the cuddliest, comfiest, thing for my baby girl?” Fara stood a short distance away while Rachel flipped through the various onesies, her dress still riding high from the change. Rachel glanced back at the haphazard baby girl suckling her paci and smiled before settling on a grey onesie decorated with polar bears and seals. “Yes mommy likes this one. Come on arms up!” Fara raised her arms up quickly. Just as quickly Rachel threw the dress off of Fara. “Look at my little nakey baby,” Rachel risked a cheerful poke at Fara’s belly and Fara couldn’t help the ticklish giggle. “Well accept for her little diapee huh?” Rachel prompted a response, and when Fara didn’t she tickled again. “I can’t here you. Does mommy’s baby have her little diapee on?” Rachel cooed as she tickled.

“Yeah yeah!” Fara giggled. “I got my diapee on.”

“Like a good girl,” Rachel praised as she slid the onesie over Fara’s head, deliberately leaving her arms stuck in it so she could blow raspberries on her tummy.

“Mommy!” Fara laughed as she finally freed her arms from the onesie trap and Rachel slid it the rest of the way down.

“There’s my happy little girl,” Rachel began to snap the onesie shut. Fara could hardly believe the woman that could make her feel this way, feel so happy and free, was the same one that drugged her for a week and was keeping her prisoner. The two feelings were visibly conflicting and Rachel noticed as she finished fussing with the onesie. “Do you want to go pick out a stuffie dear?” Fara nodded in a distinctly adult way. Even though in most ways she looked like a toddler waddling over to get a toy, Rachel could only see an adult. An adult in childish clothing, which is entirely different from an adult baby that she was tickling just moments ago. “Talk to me sweetie.” Rachel asked as Fara cuddled a mound of fluff decorated to look like a raccoon to her chest. “What’s going on in your head?”

“It’s just hard. I see you and all I see is what you did.”

“I know sweetie.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“Well all I can do sweetie is try and bring those good feelings out as best I can.”

“I know, and you’re really good at it Mommy.”

“Thank you sweetie,” Rachel kissed Fara on the forehead. “Let’s go eat huh. I’m sure Sarah has started on something yummy, and we can sit you up in your high chair. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah,” Fara said with a blush.

“I thought so.”

“Mommy I …” Fara started to talk and Rachel paused to listen. “It doesn’t matter if these feelings I have were put here. They’re real to me. I love you. And I wanna know. I wanna know if you feel the same way.”

“Baby I…”

“I don’t want another lie ok. I’m not going anywhere. Even if you say no, even if I’m just some kind of play thing to you. You’ve got me. But I deserve to know.” Rachel kissed Fara on the mouth. An adult kiss, not the kiss a mommy gave to her fussy baby girl.

“I love you Fara. Sarah loves you. We always will for better or worse. No matter what happens you always have a place as my baby girl ok.”

“Ok,” Fara nodded.

“Good girl.”