Chapter Twenty-Eight

With the car pulled behind the house, Bree had enough cover to get in through the back door in her infantile attire. It wasn't usually an option at all, it was always locked and like the front door, the deadbolt was a keyhole on both sides. Which Kinsley locked behind them, the key vanishing into her purse.

An ear splitting screech came from the living room, followed by a crash. Kinsley's be-fairied hand reached out and grabbed Bree's collar, and together the two of them went to investigate.

Lila was on the floor, on top of Jo, in an outfit that looked surprisingly like the baby clothes she wore around the house, but in a more adult color palette. Grays and dark blues instead of pinks and whites. And she was peppering the fallen Jo with kisses.

"Jo! I'm so glad you're back!"

Giving the tiniest resistance, Bree pulled to see if Kinsley would release her, but that just got her collar twisted. Her neck involuntarily cocked to one side, she was pulled closer to the tall woman.

"Jo, you're just in time! We're all going to go see Frozen 2 tomorrow! It's so good, you're going to love it."

With a laugh, Jo sat up, pulling the auburn-haired brat into her lap and wrapping her arms around the girl. "Sounds good to me, is it as good as the first one?"

"Wellll..." Lila looked thoughtful, like she was pondering the secrets of the universe rather than one kids' movie against another. "In some ways, yes. But the music is so good! And I can't listen to the soundtrack until everyone's seen it so we're going tomorrow. Unless we want to go tonight?"

With hopeful eyes, she looked up at Kinsley.

On the couch, Faith was back in her usual - dark jeans and a tank top with that omnipresent red flannel. Well near-omnipresent, she hadn't had it when she had been on "little sister" duty.

"I'm tired, sweetie. Been driving a lot today, let's save it for tomorrow and let Jo rest? She's had a hard time."

The pout started instantly. Regardless of her more mature coloration, she was certainly still Lila. Forced onto her butt in front of the couch, Bree found herself at Kinsley's feet as the tall woman gave a sigh of relief. A hand reached over and pulled the hem of Bree's skirt up before squeezing the diaper between her legs.

"Still dry." Faith hadn't even waited five minutes before starting in on her. "Did the dolly sneak to the potty?"

Bree answered defensively, instantly. "No!"

She realized then what Faith's game was. "Jo, we need to feed the dolly a bottle. Maybe ten." Lila's attention was back on Bree full-force. "I didn't get to play with my dolly all day and I want to feed her until she just can't stop wetting!"

"Please-" Bree's begging was over before it began, her mouth filled with the pacifier again at Faith's hand.

Faith held it there with one finger and a threatening glare. "She said please, she really really wants to be fed."

"Well," Jo shot Bree a look the silenced girl couldn't quite decipher. "I suppose we should make her a bottle then. What are we feeding her, Little Witch Lila? Got a potion brewed for her?"

Lila lit up at that, clapping. "Let's make a potion!"

Snaking up Lila's skirt, Jo gasped in feigned surprise. "Wait, this is a big girl! I thought you were Little Witch Lila, you tricked me."

"I am Little Witch Lila! I'm... " She glanced around before finishing her excuse. "I'm in disguise!"

"Well, I just got here and I think I might be too easily tricked. Can you take off your disguise so I can be sure?"

Lila popped up to her feet, looking down at Jo. "Oh you're already diapered! Jo is such a good girl, unlike my naughty, awful doll."

"Ah ah," the rocker girl rose as well, patting Lila on the head. "You're not fooling me by changing the subject. Faith, can you help the Littlest Witch find her diapers? This big girl disguise is throwing me, she seems far too big to play with dolls."

Finally, Faith pulled away. Kinsley released her grip on the collar as well, yawning. "Before the Littlest Witch gets properly diapered, how did your date go?"

Now it was Faith that shifted uncomfortably. Bree said nothing, just watching the other Dolls.

"It was good! I already told you, Frozen 2 is such a good movie!" Lila turned, hands on her hips like a defiant toddler, offended that people weren't listening to her. "Which is why we're seeing it tomorrow, all together."

"Oh right," Kinsley nodded as though the reaction made perfect sense. "But what about Mallory, did she like it?"

That calmed her down, arms dropping to her sides. "Of course she did, it's a great movie. Then we went back to her place and kissed a lot and I squeezed her boobs. They were just as good as I imagined, she's got really great boobs." Bree watched the scene unfold, wondering once again how Lila could be considered such a genius when she was so clearly an overgrown child. "She has funny ideas about sexing though. I liked it, she gave me good adulty-feelings. I think we sexed? I don't know, it's hard to tell since neither of us was wearing a diaper."

"But we still like her?" Lila's face answered Kinsley's question one way, Faith's disagreed completely.

"Yep!" Lila beamed as though everything she was saying made perfect sense. "We're gonna have another date on Thursday!" With one finger going to her chin, Lila stared off into space, alone in the world as she absently asked, "I wonder what it's like to suck on her boobs..."

"Let's go get you diapered, Lilabean." Her reverie interrupted, Faith took Lila by the hand and began leading her away.

Kinsley stood as well. "I'm going to go catch some shuteye, it's been a long day already."

"Two cycles?" Jo asked the question, standing up and leaving Bree as the only one still seated.

Kinsley nodded as though that meant anything at all. "Sounds good. I want to make sure I'm up to tuck Lila in for bed." Kinsley's hand went into her purse, seemingly instinctively as she said it. "I've got a good streak going and I don't want to lose it."

"I want the dolly to sleep in my bed again!"

Quietly, Kinsley groaned. "She was a very naughty pet last time. She turned off your music."

That meant something to Jo. Her expression changed, though it faded quickly. Sucking quietly on her pacifier, Bree had nothing to do but watch and she hadn't missed that shift. It caused a crackling in Bree's brain, something she couldn't explain, but she suddenly remembered how the music from Kinsley's phone had relaxed her almost against her will in the car, how it had the same effect on Lila.

It was almost like something had been preventing her from thinking about the music directly, but Jo's reaction shook it loose.

"I want my dolly! I want my dolly! I want-" The wet sound of a pacifier being stuffed between someone's lips was oddly recognizable to Bree at that point, she'd heard it so many times recently.

With one hand to her head, Kinsley called back wearily. "We'll talk about it after I take a nap, okay sweetie?"

Jo made a shooing motion, and Kinsley took the cue, leaving the last two alone in the living room. Plopping down on the couch where Kinsley had been, Jo's fingers began combing through Bree's hair.

Taking the pacifier out of her mouth with one hand, she turned to look up at Jo, craning her head awkwardly. "Jo, um, I kind of need to go to the bathroom."

"Forget it." Jo shook her head, fingers wrapping around the steel collar. Even without pulling, Bree could feel the firm grip. "You're wearing your bathroom. Lila's already decided you're getting fed until you wet yourself - if you go now, you'll just make everything harder on yourself."

Urgently, she looked up to the woman, hoping against hope that her next attempt wouldn't backfire on her. "Jo. Please, I can't do this anymore. I need to get out of here."

With a sad smile, Jo pushed the pacifier between the girl's lips once again. "The fact that you said that means you're wrong. You're a Doll, they've chosen you just like they did me, and you'll be able to leave when you're ready." The sad smile extended into her eyes, brown hair falling around her face as they glistened, whispering of tears that wanted to be shed. "And you'll miss it when you're gone. I know you don't believe me, but you will. You'll see. I didn't believe it either, when I was in your spot. Doing anything I could to climb up from the bottom. You'll see."

Josephine was just as insane as the rest of them. Everyone the Dollhouse touched seemed crazy.

"Please..." Bree tried again, talking around the pacifier. Jo's finger went to the button on the back of it, pressing the same way Faith had.

The sad was gone from her eyes and there was a steeliness there that reminded her of Faith. "Stop. You're just going to make it harder on yourself." Suddenly, she smirked. "Oh, unless you're bratting. Do you want to get that paci superglued in?"

Bree reeled from the words, jerking back in surprise until the collar dug into her neck. She shook her head in doubt and shock, opening her mouth to plead again.

But Jo cut her off. "Be a good girl. Drink your bottles, wet your diapers, suck on your pacifier. Stop trying to preserve whatever you think you're trying to keep - pride, dignity, whatever. It's stupid. It doesn't matter. You're sitting on the floor in a diaper and a dress that says you belong in a daycare, sucking on a pacifier. You've got no dignity left."

The words were brutal. Jo, even in a diaper, was so mature in comparison to where Bree found herself. Kinsley, Faith, and Lila had taken every shred of maturity from her and Jo was right - she had no dignity left. The rockstar girl smiled sweetly down at her before leaning forward to squeeze Bree's diaper, just as Faith had done. But her hand lingered there, massaging the padding, drawing Bree's blood to her face in horrified embarrassment.

But she didn't resist. She didn't try to push Jo's hand away. She didn't even protest as a hot breath escaped her.

It felt so good, and Jo's green eyes said that she knew it.

"Wait until you try the buzzy-wand."

Her hand withdrew quickly as Faith led Lila, now dressed like a witch though her dress with its skirt far too short to cover the thick purple diaper beneath it. Lila wore a witch's pointed hat and a grin, waddling back out into the living room to a chorus of crinkles.

"Now I wanna feed the dolly! Is she wet yet?" Pulling away from Faith, Lila ran over to her excitedly, crouching down and putting the third hand in ten minutes between Bree's legs, giving a squeeze that was beginning to feel familiar. "Not wet yet! Let's go upstairs and watch TV. I want pillows and ten potion bottles!"

"Ten?" Jo echoed with a note of surprise. "How about one potion bottle and nine bottles of water? Ten potions is too much magic for a little pet like Bree."

Lila stood, crossing her arms and glaring. "Five potions!"

As the negotiating began, Bree grew warier of the "potions". If ten was too dangerous...

"Two potions," Jo countered. "One and then two bottles of Gatorade, then another potion and more Gatorade."

"Fine!" Lila stomped, grabbing Bree's collar away from Josephine. "But she has to wear the booties and the mittens."

Jo nodded. "Deal."