Chapter Twenty-Nine

The mittens were a thick pink canvas with padding inside. They compressed Bree's hands, buckling and locking around the wrist, stealing her fingers and her thumbs away from her. She had fought against them, but the bracelet and the collar made it impossible. Faith and Jo forced her to the ground easily, allowing Lila to gleefully seal her hands away.

The booties were the same material, but far worse. Lining the sole of each one was a bed of blunted spikes. They hurt to stand on, otherwise they were harmless - but they kept her from walking, and from standing at all. Lila had forced her to take three steps in them, laughing as Bree collapsed onto hands and knees from the pain.

Similarly, she had fought against the bottle, but was threatened with something far worse. She could lay down and take the bottle like a "good girl", letting Lila feed her, or they were going to pin her down and give her an enema. At this point, Bree knew better than to call their bluff.

They weren't bluffing. Faith had already watched her fill her pants once, they would absolutely pump her full of hot, soapy liquid before taping her up into yet another diaper. And Faith had promised that she wouldn't get a quick change in that circumstance.

The Dolls would make her sit in it.

And so she found herself laying on a bed of pillows on the floor, her head in Lila's lap as the little witch stroked her hair and held the bottle in her mouth. And she drank.

The "potion" was a sweet-tasting green liquid that she knew she didn't want inside her, but there seemed to be very little choice at this point. Whatever sympathy Bree had thought she was getting from Jo was gone. In fact, the taller woman had taken many pictures of "Little Witch Lila" bottle-feeding her dolly.

Again the TV showed cartoons, this time about a family of dogs... that was actually quite good. By the time the "potion" was gone, and the first of the Gatorade bottles with it, Bree was begrudgingly enjoying the show. Halfway through the second bottle, however, something else demanded her concentration. Her bladder ached, demanding release...

Following an argument with herself, Bree gave in. She wasn't getting up until all ten of those bottles were down her throat despite the fact that her mouth was tired from nursing. She'd had to switch sides for Lila more than once already as well, the girl's arm getting tired - but she stubbornly refused to relent, absolutely adamant that every drop needed to be drunk. Coming to terms with it, Bree realized there was no point at all in holding it anymore. She was going to wet herself. Why should she be uncomfortable just to prolong the inevitable?

That first wetting felt like it lasted forever, spilling between her legs and beneath her bottom, hot and shameful, stolen by the diaper whose only desire was to swell and grow thicker. And it did, noticeably. This diaper was different from the one she had worn before, and the feeling surprised her.

It was still another two episodes of the show before anyone noticed.

"Bree went potty! What a good dolly using her diaper without fussing." Lila was pleased, which made the other two happy as well. "Quick, more bottles. Are we to the second potion yet?"

"Not yet, Little Witch. One more regular bottle before you can give her the second potion."

With a pout, Lila's eyes grew surprisingly sharp. "And the second one is a potion, right? You made it correctly didn't you, Jo?"

The taller girl shifted uncomfortably. "Of course I did, I wouldn't dare lie to a cute little witch."

"You better not." The threat was oddly adult, and the frigid words sent a shiver through Bree. Taking an empty from Lila's hand, Bree felt too full and uncomfortable to complain beyond a tiny whimper as the next nipple was pushed into her mouth. "Drink up dolly. If you don't wet enough, I'll know that Jojo is a liar and I'll hex her with my magic."

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Something was wrong. The second "potion" was long gone and she was still drinking but something had gone wrong.

Bree couldn't stop wetting. Every minute or two it felt like she was going again. The diaper was sodden beneath her and her face ached, but it didn't stop. And neither could she.

When the bottle was finally, finally done, Bree was still wetting.

She called out to them in that brief reprieve. There were still two bottles to go, but she had to stop. They just had to. "Something's wrong."

Sweetly, Lila looked down at her, stroking her face. "What's wrong, dolly? Are you still so thirsty? Don't worry, we've got more bottles."

"No... something's wrong, I can't stop wetting. Like, I can't. I'm still going right now!"

The sweet smile was gone, replaced by an evil grin that was mirrored by Faith's behind Lila on the couch. "Oh I know, the potions should completely destroy your potty training. You're too mature, Bree. You try too much, you don't understand that you belong on the bottom."

She tried to sit up, but Lila's hand on the collar kept her in place. "Please..."

"Please give you the next bottle? Of course, thirsty dolly!"

"No!" Bree cried, pleading as Faith handed another bottle to the witch. "Please, I'm so wet... I'm not mature, I'm a soggy little pet!"

That brought a tinkling laughter from Lila, clearly very tickled by that. "You're right about one thing, you're very wet. Jo, do you think she needs a new diaper, or a second diaper?" The rocker girl looked slightly remorseful as she considered the question.

"Well Jojo?" Faith pressed her, and Bree could sense that there was more at stake here than anyone was saying.

Jo stood, looking down at them. "I think she needs a third diaper, don't you? She can't walk, so it's not like an extra thick diaper will hinder her." Reeling from the betrayal, Bree looked up at her - but Jo turned away. "But... "

Faith's head whipped around to look at Jo, who had stepped away from the couch. "But?"

"The potions are going to make her wet constantly for the next couple of hours - what if we gave her a taste of the buzzy wand while she's in the middle of peeing herself? Maybe she'll learn to love wetting herself."

She was right about one thing - Bree was, in fact, still going. What seemed like a constant trickle was coming from her, one she couldn't stem.

"That sounds fun! She's only going to lose her potty training for a couple of days since I only got to give her two potions because Jo is a big meaniehead." Lila reached over, massaging the front of Bree's swollen diaper, causing the soggy padding to slide along her box, drawing a gasp from her. "I wanted to give you ten potions and destroy it forever and ever, but maybe if we make you love it as much as I do now..."

"She won't be able to feel the buzzy-wand after we have her in three diapers though, Little Witch. We should do the wand first."

That was all she needed, apparently. "Faith! My dolly needs two more diapers and the buzzy-wand."

Bree was thankful for the reprieve from the constant drinking, even if she was still constantly wetting. It was so weird to just... keep going while people talked around you. She felt the hot liquid trickling from her like a hose that hadn't been turned off all the way.

Faith looked down at Lila skeptically. "You're not supposed to use the buzzy-wand without Kinsley's permission, Lilabean. Remember?"

"It's not for me! It's for Bree!" The little witch giggled suddenly, working her fingers against Bree's diaper again, drawing a small moan from the helpless girl. "And that rhymed so you have to do it." With one hand, Lila kept hold of Bree's collar, pinning it to the ground and holding her in place. With the other, she brought horrible bliss.

The part of Bree that hated this, that felt it was gross, was completely silent as she pawed helplessly at her tormentor with mittened hands. "Please..." All the while, her body was still leaking, wet in more ways than one - and that was the last coherent word she got out. "Mmm.."

"Faith..." Lila's attention was turned away only for a moment before it returned full force, that cutesy voice taking on a sultry tone. "That's a good dolly," Lila cooed at her. "You're the best dolly ever. You're so squirmy and wiggly and soft."

Bree couldn't place the next sound, the buzz of a small motor, but nothing could have prepared her for the feeling as something pressed into her soaked diaper. Her eyes shot open as the pleasure coursed through her, Lila dragging a big white vibrator along the diaper, pausing for a moment just to do it again. Squeaking and squirming, she spit out the pacifier, trying to roll over and crawl away, but Jo was kneeling next to her head. The brown-haired girl pushed the pacifier back in, taking hold of the collar that Lila had released.

"Gosh, this dolly is so squirmy." Lila giggled, working the wand against her diaper with a deft, expert hand. She'd done this before and she knew exactly what to do. The speed changed, the pressure changed, every shift and movement building Bree higher. She soared up the mountain on electric wings, the arousal inside her overflowing. Helplessly, she beat her mittened fists on the ground as she squirmed, no longer trying to get away... but to grind against the wand in desperate need.

The pacifier fell from her lips again as pure desire passed them. "Oh god..." Every time she came close, Lila would pull away, moving the wand just a little too far off, teasing her instead of helping her crest. Four eternities passed as her desperation only grew, her moaning near constant, replaced only by needy whining when Lila backed off.

And she was rewarded. The wand stroked against her again and again, pressing into the padding a little harder each time, the vibrations powerful enough that Bree felt them in her very core. Panting, she ground against the wand greedily, climbing, climbing...

And the buzzing stopped.

With a desperate disappointment, she looked up at Lila, and her begging was for an entirely different reason now. "Please!"

"Nuh uh," Lila smirked down at her. "You don't even wanna be my dolly, why should I sex you?"

"Please!" It was the same word, but an entirely different meaning now. Despair laced it, a pleading devoid of any pride at all. "Please please please..."

In Lila's voice, her grin was as heavy as Bree's need was in hers. "Say you want to be my dolly."

In the split second that Bree hesitated, the wand reminded her exactly what was at stake. The touch was so brief, so teasing, those vibrations traveling through the wet diaper and stoking the fire in her once more. "I want to be your dolly! Please!"

"Oh good!" The eager dolly was rewarded with another few moments, building her up again before it stopped.

Bree nearly cried. "Tell me you want another potion." Another tap of the wand, another tease.

She knew she shouldn't. She knew that the consequences were much bigger than losing an orgasm.

But it didn't matter. "I want another potion, please give your dolly another potion!"

The reward was so much stronger that time, driving into her, pushing her closer and closer to the sun, to that release that she needed so very badly.

Lila didn't stop there, however. "Tell me that you love your diapers."

"Ohhh..." her moans were wordless until the wand pulled away again. "I love my diapers! I love being your dolly! I love the potio-"

Her words ended with her thoughts as the pleasure returned again in full force. "Good dolly. Good girl. Tell me that you want to stay in diapers forever."

Forever?

The wand stopped and Bree didn't repeat it this time. "Please..." she whined, writhing. And Lila began to stand up. "Forever! I want to stay in diapers forever!"

The universe exploded as Lila drove her over that cliff into a sea of pure bliss, her body bucking wildly beneath the gift of the wand. But Lila didn't stop. The pacifier was pushed into her mouth as a new round of teasing began. The wand assaulted her overstimulated pussy, that squishy lover the likes of which she'd never felt before wouldn't release her, and she was built up again.

And she came again.

And again.

And again and again until she was sobbing from it. Her abs ached from the muscles convulsing in her sexual release, her throat was raw from her mouth hanging open and moaning desperately, the pacifier being replaced there again and again and again.

"Stop... please... please..."

One more orgasm wracked her before the wand stopped completely.

Her limp form was moved, turned, laid flat on the floor as her bottom was lifted. They were doing something, Faith was doing something, but Bree was too weak to lift her head. She felt another pressure against her diaper, an accidental sharp poke against the flesh of her leg, and then she was being lifted.

Tapes. More tapes.

She was still in the sodden diaper, the one that had absorbed all manner of her fluids at this point... and then the sharp thing was at it again, poking a million tiny holes in the outer diaper before she was lifted again, the third taped over the second, sealing her in.

"Well that diaper won't last forever, but it will last a long time!" Lila giggled as two pairs of hands guided Bree, lifted her head and turned her body until she was resting in Lila's lap again. "I'm so glad you want to be in diapers forever, Bree. That's exactly where I want you. Faith? My dolly needs another potion. She begged for it - let's give her two since she was so good. She'll be wetting uncontrollably for days!"