Chapter Twenty-Four

She stood there, inches away from the toilet as her body betrayed her. Sabrina's heart despaired as she felt it, as she felt herself lose control, as she felt the hot mess move into the seat of her diaper, weighing it down. It felt like it took two eternities with Faith watching every mortifying moment. She simply stood there, frozen, as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"You should probably finish. You lost control, that means you probably have more in there." Faith's grin was wry, bordering on cruel. "Go on, push it all out. Be a good girl. I'd hate to have to spank you right on your messy diaper."

With a whimper, Bree complied, bearing down and pushing the rest out even as the tears began to flow. She sobbed, breaking down completely. Faith took the few steps between them and held her arms out, offering a hug that Bree didn't want. She felt herself encircled, her hair stroked as she began to blubber.

"You're a good girl, Bree."

Faith took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom, not that Bree could see a thing beyond her tears. She wiped away at them with vigor, but an endless supply seemed to be waiting.

"Kins- oh, you're right here. Kinsley, I think Bree went pushies."

Bree could only sob as she was passed off from Faith to Kinsley, who turned her around and peeked down the back of her diaper again, which made Bree cry even harder.

"Come on, Bree. Let's get you cleaned up."

Once the two of them were alone, once Bree was laying on her bed on a plastic changing mat, a single word fell from her lips. "Why?"

But it said so much.

"Why what, pretty girl?" A fresh diaper waited for her, a box of wipes next to it, along with the powder.

"Why didn't you tell her that you said it was okay? Why did you let her open the door? Why?" Betrayal hung from every syllable, hurt in every word.

"You have to fight your own battles, Sabrina." Her tone was gentle as she went to work, untaping the diaper without ever making a face. "You know that."

"What does that even mean? I needed you... Kinsley, I needed you. You gave me permission, you said I could... " She felt the tears welling up again as she felt Kinsley wipe her private parts over and over, cleaning her up. The smell was deeply unpleasant and made everything all the worse. "I needed you."

"Why didn't you tell her that I gave you permission? Why didn't you shove her out the door? Why didn't you stand up for yourself?"

"She's bigger than me! She's stronger than me! I... I can't stop her!" Bree couldn't hold back the tears any more. "I can't stop anyone... "

"Then maybe you belong at the bottom, my dear. Have the past couple of days really been that bad? You've been cuddled and cared for, you've been loved and cherished."

She couldn't argue with that. She had felt very comforted, like she had her old Kinsley back. Even Faith and Lila had been kinder in her reluctance to speak. They both seemed to be looking for her to slip up, though.

"I don't want to be at the bottom, Kinsley... I don't like sleeping in the cage, I don't like... well, I don't like the diapers... "

Kinsley slid another diaper under her rump, apparently finished with her cleaning. The smell was a little better with the diaper rolled up and taped to itself, but it still wasn't perfect. Bree hoped the smell would go away... not that she spent a lot of time in her room anymore.

"Bree, hun, someone is always going to be on the bottom. It doesn't have to be a bad thing."

"But Faith and Lila are always just waiting for me to mess something up!" Bree was so preoccupied with what she was saying that she paid no attention to the pale pink diaper being taped closed around her waist. "And Lila gets away with TONS of things I never could!"

"One, you're not Lila. Two, they're waiting because they want to keep you on the bottom. What happens if they realize... you don't want to climb above either of them?"

"Kinsley!" Faith's voice was at her door. A knock followed.

Kinsley turned to the door, saying to Faith, "One moment, hun."

"Kinsley, I just heard from Jo. She needs a pickup. Now."

"Isn't Jo in Raleigh?" Kinsley pulled Bree to a sitting position, slipping a dress on over her head.

"She needs us, Kins. She's a Doll."

Kinsley let out a sigh as she smoothed Bree's hair, picking up the used diaper. "Looks like we're going on a road trip, Bree." She stepped to the door, opening it to reveal the waiting Faith on the other side, arms crossed and a face made of skepticism.

"You're taking the pet? Can she be trusted? I don't trust her." It took Bree a minute to think of why... until Lila's words came back to her, that she wasn't supposed to say anything about Faith being diapered without Angie around. That she was going to hurt her. Bree took a step behind Kinsley, almost out of instinct.

A sour look overtook Faith's expression as Kinsley handed her the balled-up, used diaper. "Go toss that. I'm going to get Bree dressed and we're going to go. Tell Jo we're on our way." Kinsley turned to look at Bree, not even watching to see if Faith obeyed her. "I need to go get changed. I expect you to be waiting by the front door in five minutes."

A dozen questions sprang to Bree's mind: Who's Jo? Why me? What about Faith and Lila? Am I going to be able to make it to the front door? Do you honestly expect me to wear a diaper in public?

She only nodded, pushing down the panic and discomfort that was rising inside her as she looked down at the mid-thigh length dress with a happy sun embroidered on the front of it. The top was white with yellow, puffed sleeves and a matching pale yellow skirt - the sort of outfit a toddler would wear. Her tattoos stood out in stark contrast, the adult markings juxtaposed against the childish trappings.

The anxiety disappeared quickly as she realized that Kinsley had done her a kindness to give her the dress. She could have been left in a t-shirt and a diaper, tossed in the back seat of the car and told to sit on the floor. With a grimace at the sound of the crinkling from her diaper, rustling with every step, she slunk out of her room. Bree didn't bother closing the door behind her, stepping as quietly as she could toward the front door.

Without warning, she felt her collar yanked from behind, just as she stepped into the living room. Her hands went to it immediately as she pushed away panic.

"Where are you going, Bree?" Lila's voice was soft and sweet in her ear.

"To wait by the front door for Kinsley... " Bree offered no resistance, simply standing in place with Lila behind her. "We're going to go get Jo."

"Jo?" Lila's voice was bright as a new penny, Bree could almost feel the happiness rolling off of her. But it didn't last long. "Wait... why are you going? I'm not done playing with you!" Bree felt Lila's hand grab between her legs, crinkling the diaper with demanding hands. "We're going to have a tea party! We're going to have so much fun."

"Please, Lila... I'm supposed to wait by the front door... "

"That's not my problem." Lila giggled as she pulled Bree back toward her room. "Kinsley can just take Faith instead... I wouldn't mind some time alone with my new toy."

"She's coming with me, Lilabean." Gentle but firm, Kinsley took hold of Bree's collar, shooing Lila's hand away.

"But she's my toy!" Lila stomped, causing Bree to wince. "You gave her to me. She's my dolly and I want a tea party!"

"She'll have a tea party with you when we get back."

"No! Don't take my dolly!" Bree stared helplessly into the empty living room as the two argued behind her. But she didn't dare turn around.

"Lilabean, you have a date tonight, don't you? With Mallory? Faith is driving you - and we can't leave our silly little pet home alone. What if her diaper leaked everywhere? Or if she got in a fight with Mamoru?"

"Oh." The pout on Lila's face could be heard without being seen. "Okay. Just... don't let Jo break my dolly."

"I won't, sugar. Your dolly will be just fine. Look, I've got her diaper bag right here and we're going to have a lovely trip." Sabrina's stomach sank at those words, but still she said nothing, simply waiting - until Kinsley ushered her forward, not releasing the collar. "We'll be back before you know it. We're going to go help Jo with whatever she needs, and then we're coming right home."

Sabrina shielded her eyes from the brightness of the sun as the freshness of the air assaulted her on her trip to the car. The old beater had untold miles on it, but Kinsley was confident as she opened the passenger door and set her charge inside.

The diaper bag was... exactly what it sounded like. It was pink and white striped with small cartoon foxes dancing about on it, the fabric a puffy plastic-like material. It was clearly a diaper bag for a toddler, with a flap that folded over the front to keep it closed. And it rested in Sabrina's lap while Kinsley closed the door. Her heart pounded as she realized she had been holding on to some hope that things could be normal on the trip, that they could drop all the pet-this and diapers-that. Part of her wanted to peek inside, to see if it was empty - or full of electronics - but the larger part of her was afraid that it was filled with exactly what she expected.

They were off down the road in no time, Kinsley climbing in and backing out without a word.

"How is Lila going to get to her date if we have the car?"

Kinsley answered without looking, confidently controlling the car as they made their way out of the neighborhood. Bree looked around, the outside world looking strange after so much time in the house, so much time without seeing the sky or the trees.

"We have another car in the back garage - it just doesn't see as much use. Everyone prefers this one." Pastel fingernails and fairies reached for the radio, pushing a few buttons before Kinsley started talking to the watch on her wrist. The car filled with harsh sounds, angry guitars and a screaming vocalist, a far cry from the sugar-pop Bree expected Kinsley to enjoy. She looked over at the tall woman in the driver's seat, taking in the tie-dyed pastel dress and the flowery hat, the fairy necklaces and the easy smile.

Even after months, Kinsley was a mystery.

Sabrina simply watched the world go by as they headed for the highway. Until she couldn't stand it any longer. "Can we please skip the diapers? Please?" Kinsley turned the radio down a bit, inviting Bree to repeat her request. "Please? Kinsley, can we just... not deal with diapers on this trip? Can we just be normal?"

"This is normal for you now, Bree." A strong but gentle hand patted Sabrina's crotch. "Don't you think so?" Bree opened her mouth to answer, but Kinsley cut her off. "Think carefully about your answer. Be good."

The statement shocked her. She closed her mouth, pausing for a long moment. "Yes." The lie stung, it was uncomfortable but the thought of Kinsley turning the car around and giving her over to Lila and Faith was incentive enough.

"Good girl."