Chapter Thirty

Kinsley hadn't been happy when she got back up. Faith had been telling the truth about the rules regarding the wand, and to everyone's surprise, Lila ended up over the blonde's lap.

Five swats on her diapered bottom had her sobbing and begging for mercy, not that different from how Bree had before, when her thighs had nearly begun bleeding from the punishment.

The tears weren't fake, either. At least as far as Bree could tell. Lila was genuinely contrite, apologizing.

Bree wasn't sure she'd ever heard the girl apologize before.

With a sigh, Kinsley looked down at the mittened and diapered Bree, hair slick from her own sweat and wearing an absurdly large diaper.

She sounded like a disappointed parent. "You really let Lila give her four doses?"

"Yes, Kinsley." Jo and Faith answered in unison.

Shaking her head, she looked at her phone. "We're going to have to keep her hydrated. She needs to drink at least thirty-two ounces of Gatorade every hour, not water, or it's really bad for her kidneys. Sorry Bree, you're in diapers for at least the next week."

It was terrible news. "Can you at least let me out of all of this?"

"No!" Lila crossed her arms over her chest, sitting on the floor with her wet diaper on full display. "She was mean to me! She said magic wasn't real and that I wasn't a real witch."

"I did not!" Faith and Jo both looked away, hands behind their backs. It might have been comical if Bree hadn't been genuinely worried about being stuck in the booties and mittens. "She's lying!"

"She called me a liar..." The crack in Lila's voice, the threat of tears, gave rise to a panic in the room. Bree felt it inside of her, she also felt it coming from the others.

"Well Bree has been a naughty pet and proved that she can't be trusted several times, I agree that she should stay in the mittens. Which means I'll need a good helper to make sure she drinks enough."

Sniffling, Lila looked up at Kinsley. "Me? Am I the good helper?"

"Do you want to be?" Kinsley reached over, stroking Lila's hair gently. "Do you want to be my good helper?"

Nodding Lila smiled through her tears. "Uh huh..."

Kinsley's smile was almost motherly. "Well she's your dolly, so you'll have to take extra good care of her and make sure she's drinking lots and lots, can you do that?"

Bree, meanwhile, was distracted by the feeling of her bladder - or rather the absence of it.

She was still wetting herself.

"I still wan' her to sleep in my room tonight..."

Again, Kinsley sighed. "Lila, sugar... she turned your music off. You know how much you need your music."

"Then she should listen to it with me! Maybe she needs it too..." Lila's lip poked out in that trademarked pout as she maneuvered for what she wanted.

"I don't think-" Bree was cut off by Kinsley popping the pacifier in her mouth this time.

"Shh. People are talking, dolly. You can stop right there, you're right. You don't think." Bree had apparently sunk her own ship as a look of resolve came over Kinsley. "Maybe you're right, sugar. Maybe she needs it too. Maybe she'll need to listen to the music for a few days, it'll help her like it does you."

"Yay!" Lila cheered while Bree was struck with fear. She couldn't remember why she was afraid of the music, but she did remember that she didn't want to listen to it.

Faith offered a solution to their problem. "I know, let's put her in the huggy jacket." Not that Bree knew what that meant.

She did, however, strongly suspect it wasn't a good thing.

"Oh what a good idea! She can sleep in the huggy jacket in Lila's bed, then Lila gets her dolly and Bree gets to listen to Lila's bedtime music." Faith looked smug as Kinsley spoke, but that faded quickly. "But you two are still in trouble. You should have come and got me instead of giving Bree those drugs-"

"Potions!" Lila cut her off, adamant. "We gave her magic potions to take away her dumb ol' potty training. She doesn't need it anyway."

"You should have woken me instead of giving her the potions. The little witch isn't supposed to do those kinds of spells alone."

Lila objected again, "Wasn't alone. Faithie and Jojo were here."

"Without adult supervision then. Which these two obviously aren't. Until the dr- potions are out of Bree's system, you're both full-time. For everything."

"Kinsley!" Faith objected but Jo simply looked consigned to her fate. "It's going to be days! I have gigs to go on, I have dates with-"

The ice blue eyes were solid steel again. "Then you're wearing diapers to your gigs. I'll text Angela to let her know that you're the little sister for at least three days, probably four."

"That's not fair!"

Standing, Kinsley towered over the girl. "Taking away Bree's bladder control wasn't exactly fair either, now was it Faith? We can give you four potions to match her."

That was enough to end the argument. "No..." She sighed. "I'll go get padded."

Kinsley looked over all of them. "If anyone breaks this punishment, there will be hell to pay, y'all understand? And that includes you, Little Witch. Diapers. Four days. No excuses."

"...yes Mama."

"Good girl. Now it's just about your bedtime. Jo's gonna get you in your PJs while I get Bree in the huggy jacket."

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"What was in the bottles?" Bree felt foolish trying to have a reasonable conversation while being carried like an infant in Kinsley's arms. "Am I really going to be peeing for days without stopping?"

"Afraid so." She was being laid down on the bed in her bedroom, the peach and lavender walls a welcome sight after such a long absence. Bree had begun to wonder if she'd ever be allowed in her own room again. "You really shouldn't tell Lila her magic isn't real."

"I didn't!"

Kinsley shook her head, unlocking one mitten and freeing Bree's hand, massaging it. "You might not have realized it, but you did. Something you said or something you did made Lila think you were making fun of her magic. It's really very important to her, she loves being the littlest witch."

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

That was apparently the wrong question to ask. The glare that Kinsley gave, dropping Bree's hand as her lips went tight, would have withered a plant. If looks could kill, Bree would have been dead there on the spot.

"Don't you ever. Ever. Ever. Say something is wrong with Lila ever again. You don't know what she's been through. That little girl has saved the life of everyone in this house, yours included - I saw those warrants. Didn't want to tell us you dealt ex?" Bree blanched, shrinking into herself. "She's saved everyone here and many more besides. She's a very special little girl and I've worked very, very hard to help her in every way I can. There is no Dollhouse without Lila, and the world would be much poorer for it. You, little doll, wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't fought back so hard. This," Kinsley patted the ridiculous diaper, "is your own fault. You had every chance to be a good girl and you threw it away over and over."

That gentleness was back as Kinsley removed the other mitt, working life back into Bree's hand. "...sorry."

"It's okay. You don't know. But there's a reason everyone is so protective of her, why everyone plays along with her no matter what. Everyone knows that Mallory girl is going to break her heart, and we'll all be there to help put the pieces back together again, but Lila wants to try."

"Is she really a genius?"

A soft smile lifted the corners of Kinsley's mouth. "She is. She really, really is. Now," the blonde helped Bree sit up just long enough to pull the dress up and over her head. "Let's get you into the huggy jacket."

"Can we get rid of these extra diapers?"

Kinsley laid Bree back down before standing, moving over to the closet and reaching up high, above where Bree had ever looked. "Not a chance. Three is probably too much, but I'm betting they poked plenty of holes in the second one and there's no sense in wasting it. Diapers aren't cheap, y'know. Also, you're going to be wetting constantly, you'll probably be double-diapered for the next few days. After that, we'll see."

With a sigh, Bree nodded... until she saw the thing Kinsley pulled down from the closet. The sleeves hung down longer than the jacket, and there were a dozen or more buckles and straps and... "Is that a straitjacket!? You can't put me in that!"

"It's a huggy jacket, so you can give yourself a nice hug, and you're probably sleeping in it for the next few days. It'll keep you from getting into trouble when you should be sleeping. We're giving Emmie's room back to Jojo while she's here, probably a week or two knowing her, so you'll either be sleeping with Lila or in your cage."

"You can't be serious... I can't sleep in a straitjacket!"

Sternly, Kinsley stared down at the diapered girl. "Huggy jacket. And you can. And you will. You really want to get all willful with me after all you've been through tonight? Haven't you had enough? Lord, you're a glutton."

The floor seemed to sink lower and lower beneath Bree. There was nothing she could do to stop Kinsley. The booties were locked on her feet, the woman was much bigger than she was, and the diaper made any kind of movement awkward and clumsy. Antagonizing her captor was a terrible idea.

"...sorry."

"Good girl. Now please, for the love of Mike, just stop fighting back, you empty-headed little doll. You're stuck in diapers. You have to drink several gallons of water a day now, you're going to be wetting yourself constantly. You're going to wear your diapers, you're probably going to be fed bottles because we can't trust you to drink enough on your own. You're a doll in more ways than one. Just... relax. Let people take care of you." Leaning down, she guided Bree's right arm into the straitjacket. "You've already been shown you can enjoy it quite a lot if you just let yourself."

Bree's cheeks lit up at that. She should have been horrified at it all, at the gross invasion that Lila had done, but the fact was... it was the best orgasm of her life. If that's what sex was to Lila, it might have been the best sex she'd ever had.

Her left arm joined her right before Kinsley lifted her bodily, setting her on her feet for a moment before remembering and putting the girl seated on the bed, her thighs in different area codes thanks to the absurd diapers. Across the room, Bree looked in the mirror at the blonde girl in her thick diapers being strapped into a straitjacket, her arms pulled behind her, buckles tightening, the steel collar hanging down over the pink canvas neck of the jacket.

She didn't even recognize herself.

Bree's face was rounder. Her hair had grown out to the point that it almost looked like a pixie cut - if it had any deliberate styling done to it at all. And she watched, silently, as her last bits of freedom were removed. She couldn't stand and now she couldn't even crawl.

The realization was a difficult one as she watched Kinsley scoop her up again. She was completely at their mercy, and she would continue to be until they decided otherwise. She was being laid down on the bed, and Kinsley began buckling straps between her legs, one going around each thigh... leaving her diaper completely exposed.

For easy changes.

They wouldn't have to take the jacket off of her for a long time. And she realized that if she continued fighting, that's what they'd do. They'd just leave her in the straitjacket, completely helpless and dependent. They likely weren't above giving her all of her nutrition through baby bottles.

Or worse... baby food. Jo had mentioned a highchair, and Bree hated the idea.

"Okay cute dolly, let's get you settled into bed and fed a nice big bottle, hmm? Got to give you plenty of fluids to last you through the night." She sighed. "Or I suppose I can wake you for a middle-of-the-night feeding like an infant. I probably should, at least for tonight. Let's go to the kitchen, get you a nice big baba."