Chapter Nineteen

"Dollies don't talk, Bree."

"I'm not okay with wearing a diaper! Wait, does An... " Angela's eyes narrowed further. If looks could kill, Sabrina would have been struck dead by that glare. "Miss Angela know about that?"

"What, that Lila is a darling little girl? Of course. Faith is sometimes, too."

Faith's cheeks went so red Sabrina thought she felt the heat from them across the room, Faith's gaze quickly falling to the floor.

"Wha... if she knew, why did you scramble to get dressed before she came."

Faith's eyes snapped back up, wide and shocked. "Bree! I'll- "

"Oh really?" Angela grinned, once again seeming predatory. Her fingers were in Faith's hair, and she leaned her girlfriend back in her lap, like a dip in a sensual dance, their noses nearly touching and Miss Angela drew close. "Was someone a very little girl without her mommy here?"

Sabrina's mouth hung open, her arms falling and tingling intensely as the blood returned to her fingers. She winced, but all eyes were on Faith. And Lila's grin was as big as the world.

"Angi- "

Faith's protest was silenced by a kiss, quick and passionate, but short. "Did you stay dry?"

"Mommy!" The blush spread down to Faith's neck, up to the tops of her ears.

"She didn't, Miss Angela." Lila giggled. Faith's eyes closed from the sheer humiliation. Sabrina might have been able to escape in that moment, had she been able to get past her own shock.

"Faithie, you know the rules. If you have an accident, you're in diapers for the rest of the day."

"Please... " Faith's protest was silenced by a gentle finger. With demure grace, surprising given her punkish exterior, she rose from the couch and headed downstairs, Faith trailing her and holding her hand... like a child.

"Gosh they're cute." Lila's giggle brought Sabrina back to the present, and she realized that Kinsley's eyes were already upon her.

"Bree, who put your arm down for you?"

And just like that, the fear had returned. Gone was the confusion and bewilderment of Faith's situation, of her strange dynamic with Miss Angela. Her arm was still tingling, and renewed fear was twisting her stomach. She froze, not daring to move again. She wasn't supposed to move, speak, or react... Sabrina blinked rapidly, trying to banish the new tears that were threatening her as Lila hopped off the couch and strode toward her, malicious glee in her eyes and on her lips.

"Good job, Bree." Her giggle wasn't cute, it was pure evil bubbling from her lips. Sabrina swallowed hard as Lila stood, inches from her face. "I'm not allowed to tell Angie if Faith gets put in diapers, it's part of our agreement - Angie doesn't need any help keeping her girlfriend in line. But you," Lila traced a finger down Sabrina's shoulder as she spoke, "you did it for me. Oh Faith is going to be so mad at you." Fingernails dragged back up her arm, and it took everything Sabrina had to suppress the shiver building inside her... and it took even more when those fingers began touching her face. Lila leaned in and whispered. "She's going to hurt you so much, Bree."

She made a show of stretching, her arms raised high, the smile on her face never fading, never faltering. Behind her, Kinsley had relaxed on the couch, her fury gone. Her painted fingernails were criss crossed over one another in her lap as she watched calmly.

"Unless I protect you, of course." Lila planted a soft kiss on Sabrina's cheek. She lingered just a moment before stepping behind her, out of view. "Faith would never break one of my toys, after all. When I ask you a question, you may speak. I'm pulling your string." Lila's hand was gently pressing into her back. "Do you want to be my toy, Bree?"

The question was impossible. Of course she didn't want it, of course she wanted things to go back to the way they were, when they were all friends, when they sat around as equals - watching movies and eating pizza. When Sabrina's biggest worry was making sure the dishes were clean.

But to refuse was to invite pain upon herself. Faith had proven she was more than willing to get physical, and Lila sounded very confident in her assessment of the situation. To agree was to become even less than she was - not even a pet, not even a living thing. She would be resigning herself to being nothing more than an object, a plaything for Lila... and in a humiliating diaper just as Lila had been herself earlier that very day, just as Faith had been.

And she knew for a fact that both girls had little issue wetting themselves, and that did not sound pleasant. Memories of Faith's hands on her body came to the forefront of her mind, memories of pleading for mercy as blows rained down upon her simply for irritating Angela... In comparison, wearing and potentially wetting a diaper, pretending to be a toy... humiliation seemed substantially less awful than physical pain, especially given that she had been so thoroughly humiliated already - what was one more indignity?

"Yes."

"Beg me. Drop to your knees and beg me to make you my doll. To dress you up. I think you know what I want to hear... or you're even dumber than I thought."

Her stomach dropped like a rock, just as she dropped to her knees. She turned, looking up at Lila.

"Please, Lila. Please let me be your dolly? Please dress me up in pretty clothes," her stomach felt sick as she reached for the words that Lila wanted to hear, words that would damn her to something less awful than Faith's wrath. "Please take me to you room and cuddle me like a stuffed toy and... "

"And?" Lila's smirk was knowing, waiting.

"And diaper me." The words caught in her throat, but she forced them past her lips regardless.

"Are you going to wet yourself for me?" Lila's hands slid up her shoulders, her fingers slipping through the hair that was now long enough to grab.

Sabrina closed her eyes, pursing her lips despite knowing the answer to her next question.

"Am I the kind of dolly that wets?"

"Kinsley loves me." Lila stroked Sabrina's cheek, a gentle caress as she spoke. "Do you think she'd buy me a dolly that didn't wet when you fed her or cry when you spanked her? I have enough dollies that do nothing. They lay unloved at the bottom of my toy box - is that what you want?"

A shudder was the only response, coupled with a quick shake of the head, back and forth. A silent plea.

"Come on, let's go get my dolly dressed." Sabrina didn't resist as Lila pulled her to her feet by the collar, taking her by the wrist once she was standing and walking toward the stairs.

The pit of dread in her stomach was an interesting phenomenon. Her punishment could have been much, much worse for moving and crying out. They could have beaten her, they could have gagged her, they could have done any number of humiliating things to her... was this really all that bad? Lila seemed excited, and in theory it wouldn't cause her any physical pain...

Kinsley stood and followed close behind as they headed for Lila's room. Sabrina noted that Faith's door was closed, but that was completely unsurprising. As Lila led her toward her bed, Sabrina's heart was pounding. She lay on Lila's bed, in the same spot where she had seen the girl just that morning, dressed in a wet diaper and a bib. The world had an unreal quality to it, a faint haze of not-quite-right as Lila unbuttoned her jeans.

"Wait wait." Sabrina had somehow failed to see Kinsley standing there, right behind Lila. "Let's get the princess dressed first, then I can make sure she knows how to put her dolly's diaper on."

"I want to dress my dolly first!"

Lila was still protesting as Kinsley laid her down on the bed, stripping her dress off of her in one fluid motion. Sabrina blinked, unsure of what to do as Lila lay next to her, complaining in nothing but a bra and panties.

"You'll get to dress your dolly when I know you're not going to make a puddle on the floor."

"Kinsl- "

A finger silenced her quickly, joined by a stern glance. Kinsley held her gaze, held her lips for a few moments before stepping over to Lila's dresser... and pulling out a pink, plastic-y rectangle. The rustle of the diaper unfolding was similarly surreal, and in her uncertainty of what to do, Sabrina decided it was safest to just be a doll - silent, still, ignorable.

Panties were discarded. The diaper was unfolded, Sabrina watching the whole thing out of the corner of her eye as Lila was powdered and taped into that crinkly plastic padding right next to her on the bed, completely unembarrassed.

And pouting slightly.

Kinsley pulled a blue gingham dress over Lila's head before standing her up and fixing the bow behind her. Lila crinkled with every movement, the plastic rustle giving away what was hiding under that skirt.

"Okay, mama... can I dress my dolly now?"

"Yes, I want to watch. I want to make sure you know how to tape a diaper on your dolly properly, I don't want her to leak when you feed her."

Lila might have been completely unfazed by the conversation, but Sabrina was mortified. She was still coming to terms with the concept of wearing the diaper, let alone using it. But the reality of the situation was marching ever closer as Lila stripped her down to just her bra. It took everything she had not to resist, not to push Lila's hands away as she was stripped of her coverings and her dignity.

Or so she thought.

It was Lila's turn to step over to the dresser, returning with a white plastic rectangle... that looked much thicker than the one Kinsley had grabbed.

"Oh, you think your dolly is a heavy wetter, hmm?"

"Yes mama, she's got a lot of milk to drink and I don't want to change her right away."

Sabrina clenched her eyes shut, wishing it were all over, wishing it were all a dream.

But it was all too real.

"Okay, lift your dolly's bottom. That's right. Slide that diaper right under her."

It was soft. Crinkly and soft. Much softer than she expected, especially as it was drawn closed around her. It felt like she was being hugged by a pillow, though the sounds of tape fastening to plastic shattered that momentary comfort as the meaning of those tapes was driven home.

Every shift, every motion produced a crinkle. The leg gathers inside the plastic shell tickled the skin near her hips. It was impossibly soft... and surprisingly comfortable.

It wasn't bad at all.

Vastly, vastly preferable to a beating, or being chained to something and left there.

"Make sure the tapes are even, you want the bottom two pointing up slightly and the top two pointing down. That's good. Yes, it's okay to adjust them... perfect. Now run a finger through the leg band to make sure it's not stuck."

Sabrina's eyes went wide as Lila's fingers invaded her most intimate places, places that had been completely exposed only moments before.

"What do you want your dolly to wear?"

"This!"

This was apparently a babydoll cami that wouldn't hang much past her navel.

The diaper, the thick white padding, was going to be on full display. Kinsley helped pull her to a sitting position as Lila slipped the top over her head, Kinsley drawing her arms through the straps. She looked down, bewildered, at the puffy padding between her legs. Dancing blocks and rattles greeted her, spelling out the word "BABY" over and over and over across the diaper.

The symbol of her defeat, of her surrender.

"There! She's so cute!"

"She is... " Sabrina's gaze shifted to the door, where Angela was standing, waiting... with Faith next to her. A giant, soft purple flower was clipped in her fiery red hair. Her top was white with large pastel purple flowers, and the skirt...

The skirt was tied with a big gauzy bow at her waist, and layers of delicate lavender gauze falling to her mid-thighs. The translucent nature of the violet gauze revealed that Faith, too, was wearing a diaper. Lila, Faith, and herself, diapered and dressed like children.

It was almost too much.

"I have an idea though... " Angela mused. "May I take your doll for a moment, sweetie? She needs a little makeup."

"Yes Miss Angela."

Almost too much became too much quickly as Angela took her by the wrist, leading her toward the bathroom, the world around her crinkling loudly as she waddled along behind, silent and dumbfounded, bow-legged and helpless.

And with an unfortunate pressure in her bladder.