Chapter Twenty-Three

Sabrina knelt in front of the empty couch, waiting. For all she knew, this was another test - Kinsley had simply said: "Stay."

And so she waited. Kinsley had left the room to head to hers, she was out of the cage, and everyone else was upstairs. Now was an opportunity to escape.

She stared at the couch, trying to push that thought away. She actually felt relieved when the tall blonde returned... until she felt Kinsley grab her by the collar without a word, pulling her to her feet. She offered no resistance, no complaint.

She said nothing as Kinsley looped a long strip of fabric through the steel band, sliding it through a buckle of sorts - and then walking off with the lead in her hand.

It wasn't until the fabric was almost taut that Sabrina realized she had been put on a leash and hurried to keep up with Kinsley.

Up the stairs, where everyone else was cuddled together on the couch, Lila in her pajamas, Faith in her dress with training pants exposed, and Angela in the middle with an arm around each one. Sabrina could feel their eyes on her as Kinsley walked her next to them, bent down, and tied the leash to a metal ring that had been laying in a small recessed spot in the floor.

"Who's ready for dinner?" Kinsley faced the couch, not Sabrina.

"Oh I am!" Lila practically leapt up. "I want food! Put food in my mouth! What are we having? Can I pour the leftovers down Bree's diaper?"

Faith and Angela laughed while Kinsley answered. "We're having pizza! It should be here soon."

Of course it was pizza. It was always pizza. Sabrina had long ago lost count of how many pizzas they had consumed.

It was good though - and Kinsley had gotten her favorite, one which no one else seemed to really like. Chicken, hamburger, and onion - half a pizza all her own. She sat silently and watched as plates were being distributed, her own plate set on the floor in front of her, two slices with a toddler's sippy cup of water next to it. Kinsley sat down on the end of the couch near where Bree was tied, and stroked her hair. A cartoon was put on the TV, something about a magic girl from another dimension and a karate boy. Without a word, Bree ate her pizza, laying her head on Kinsley's leg when she was done.

"Good girl." It was nearly a whisper, but it was accompanied by gentle touches. Love. Bree smiled and closed her eyes, ignoring the television and simply drinking in the peaceful moment.

Until her bladder told her it was full. That she needed to go. Without lifting her head from its resting spot, she relaxed and let go... and was tormented with a new sensation. The inner diaper was soaked and she could feel her own pee pooling against her skin, spilling over the legband of the inner diaper. She was feeling a leak, a long one, as the hot liquid flowed from one diaper to the other.

It felt awful.

Bree shifted uncomfortably, trying to force down the negative feelings. She felt Kinsley's hand brush her cheek.

It wasn't until then that she realized the cartoon was paused.

"Are you okay, Bree? You look uncomfy." Kinsley's voice was gentle.

"Oh, is she stinky?" Lila sat straight up, looking over. There was a ring of pizza sauce around her mouth - something Bree normally would have found amusing, but she could only blush and shake her head.

Kinsley lifted her by one arm and pulled at the back of her diaper, leaving Sabrina completely mortified. In her shock she said nothing, and was turned around, Kinsley squeezed the crotch of the diaper.

"She's very wet. I'm going to go change our little pet, go ahead and keep watching - I've seen this one." Trembling, Sabrina followed without a word as she was led down to her bedroom. "You're being a very good girl, Bree. I'm proud of you. Keep being good, okay? Be my good girl. Stay."

It felt so hot in the house. Despite the fact that she was nearly naked, Bree felt like she was burning up. She ran a hand over her hair... it was a few inches long now, longer than it had been in years. She was beginning to have trouble remembering what things had been like before the Dollhouse... She stared at the ceiling of her room, waiting.

She wasn't surprised when Kinsley dropped another thick diaper, this one blue with little pixies dancing about on it, next to her head. She closed her eyes as she felt the tapes rip. Her emotions were swirling, a mix of shame and humiliation, fear... and comfort. This was the Kinsley she had been missing. Without a word, the second diaper came off, a jolt of cold surprised her as Kinsley cleaned her. It took everything Bree had not to look, to just lay there and be good.

Soon, there was the sweet smell of powder and the crinkling sound of a fresh diaper. Kinsley lifted her by her ankles, driving home once again how much smaller Bree was. She felt her cheeks growing warm as Kinsley pulled the diaper up between her legs and one-two, she was taped into a new one.

It was stunningly soft. She had been in that soggy one for what felt like an eternity, and the feeling of a soft, fluffy, clean one was incredibly comforting.

She felt the world twist and turn, and when she opened her eyes, she was in Kinsley's arms, her diapered bottom supported by the taller woman's arm. Still, she said nothing, simply laying her head on Kinsley's shoulder and breathing. She felt herself rocked back and forth gently as Kinsley swayed, fingers in her hair once again.

"Good girl. That's my good girl."

Bree felt a tear in her eye but stayed quiet, letting the moment wash over her. This moment of peace and comfort.

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The next morning, Bree awoke once again in the crate, stiff and cramped... and soggy. At least they had given a shirt, a light yellow top with little flowers here and there and puffed sleeves. With barely a thought, she climbed to her knees and flooded the already wet diaper - there was no point in holding it, she wasn't going anywhere. When Kinsley walked by, headed for the stairs, Bree called out.

"Kinsley!"

An impassive face bent down to look at her, the blue eyes cold. Bree swallowed hard, wondering if this was the kind Kinsley who changed her, or the brutal Kinsley who disciplined her.

"What is it, pretty pet?"

"Um... " Bree wasn't so sure she wanted to ask now. She hesitated, looking down, wondering if it was worth it.

"Yes? You called me over, you got your owner's attention. Now what does the pretty pet need?"

Blushing, she forced herself to ask. "Um... may I please be changed?"

"Changed?" A smirk quirked up one corner of Kinsley's mouth. She tapped a finger to her chin, a fairy dancing as a result. "What do you want changed?"

"My... " Of course she was going to make her say it. Bree mumbled. "My diaper."

"I know my precious pet didn't ask for a diaper change. Pets don't know the condition of their diapers, after all. They have no worries in their empty little heads. Now, what did you want?"

"Um.. " Bree's mind twisted and spun before she looked directly into Kinsley's eyes. "May I pretty please have a hug?"

"Of course, sweetie." Kinsley grabbed the key from the table, unlocking the padlocks before putting them - and the key - back. "Come." She patted her leg. With a blush, Bree crawled from the crate and stood, stretching. She held her arms out wide, and was rewarded with a hug... and her diaper squeezed. "Oh my, my pretty pet is soaked." With one motion, Kinsley wrapped an arm around Bree, lifting her up and holding her on a hip. "Let's go change your diaper, sweet pet."

Bree found herself laying on her bed again.

"Stay."

Bree was beginning to understand that the less she said, the better. Just stay. Just obey. She let her eyes drift closed as she waited. And once again, she was in a fresh diaper, the old one balled up and thrown away. She spent the rest of the morning at Kinsley's feet, resting her head on a leg once again as she typed away on her loud keyboard.

Lunch was a simple affair, sandwiches all around, Bree once again on the floor. Faith was in a short, sleeveless purple dress that did nothing to hide her very diapered state, Lila back in her pink skirtall with a similarly puffy crotch. Bree looked around, realizing that Kinsley and Miss Angela were the only ones not in diapers. And Bree didn't have the luxury of having even a short skirt to cover hers - anyone would be able to tell at a glance if she had... used it. The thought brought a new blush to her face.

Until a feeling inside made her realize that she hadn't relieved herself in a very specific way for days... and her body was telling her it was time.

Panic gripped her heart as she looked up, looking around at the smiling faces, at the peaceful lunch.

Be good.

She gritted her teeth and held it, deciding to wait until she was alone with Kinsley, the only person she thought would take any pity on her at all.

The remainder of lunch was beyond uncomfortable. Bree couldn't sit still, wiggling about and fidgeting.

Eventually, Lila called her out on it. "What are you doing?" Bree simply shook her head. Say nothing and it can't be used against you. "Kinsley, she's driving me crazy. I don't want her in here if she can't even sit still!"

"Bree, go lay down in your crate. Be a good girl." Bree nodded, hurrying down the stairs, holding her stomach. She climbed into the crate and sat there, looking longingly at the hallway.

At the unguarded bathroom.

It would be so easy...

She pulled the door shut on the crate, fiddling with the latch, trying desperately to stop herself - from using the diaper and from rushing off to the bathroom. Neither would be pleasant. Bree sat on her bottom, wrapping her hands around her knees. Every moment felt like an eternity, so she wasn't sure how much time had truly passed... but Miss Angela was coming downstairs and putting on her coat, Faith trailing behind her, pouting.

"I'll be back soon, you cute little girl." Miss Angela leaned forward and kissed Faith tenderly.

"I'll miss you so much, mommy!" They hugged, Miss Angela lifting Faith's skirt to pat her bottom. After a long hug and a longer kiss, Angela walked out the front door, Faith sighing sadly before trudging off to her room.

Bree was whimpering by the time Kinsley came downstairs.

"Kinsley!" She whispered sharply, wincing. "Kinsley! I'm in the crate, I'm a good girl!"

"You sure are, pretty pet." Kinsley walked over and opened the unlocked door, brushing her fingertips along Bree's face.

"May I pretty, pretty please go use the potty?"

"Oh you silly pet, you can't be trusted with that. Just use your diaper and I'll change you. You like it when I change you, don't you?" Bree nodded, but her eyes continued to plead.

"Please... I um... I don't just have to pee."

A wry grin spread across Kinsley's face. "Oh, does the precious pet need to go pushies?"

"What?"

"Pushies." Kinsley laughed gently. "You know, push it all out into the seat of your diaper."

"Please Kinsley!" Bree got to her knees, holding her hands up in the begging position. "Please, please, please. I've been good. Please don't make me... please."

Kinsley shook her head, looking away for a moment before opening the door and gesturing. "Go. Be quick."

Bree rushed down the hallway for the bathroom, accidentally pushing past Faith as she stepped out of her room, her childish dress gone and her jeans far too tight to be concealing a diaper. She was back in her grunge-chic, and did not look pleased.

"Bree!"

"Sorry!" Sabrina dashed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry Faith!"

"You get out here, you're not allowed to go in there!" Faith stomped toward the bathroom door and Bree quailed, backing away from the door. She silently begged Kinsley to stop the red-haired girl, who was opening the door. "You are... "

Faith's anger turned to a grin as Sabrina groaned... and couldn't hold it any longer.