Chapter Thirty-One

"But Mama!" Lila stomped her foot. "I don't want the bed rails!"

"Too bad, so sad, little princess." Faith was attaching something to the bed, a tall mesh footboard and a mesh wall that could be raised and lowered. "You're in diapers for three days, maybe more, until we're sure Bree doesn't have any more potion in her. And that means you're losing your big girl privileges - so you get the rails again."

"But Mamaaaa..."

"No buts except cute diaperbutts," Kinsley retorted, rocking Bree in her arms. The straitjacketed girl felt beyond full after being fed two enormous bottles... and she was still going. She was barely feeling it now, just letting the sensation fade into the back of her mind. It was going to be going for quite a while. "Thank you Faith."

The grunge-punk girl sulked as she worked, now wearing nothing but a t-shirt with ruffled sleeves that declared her Mommy's Stinky Princess. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so insane. Jo waited outside the room in a fresh diaper, and a onesie - that's what the snap-shirts were called as the Dolls had explained to Bree. Hers was red with strawberries all over it, a skirt sewn onto it that did absolutely nothing to hide the diaper that peeked out on either side of the snapped cloth.

Her hair was wrapped in a towel now, and she somehow still managed to look cool even in a diaper and onesie, leaning there against the wall with her arms folded beneath her breasts. Her curves were accented by the onesie, her round, perfect breasts in white cloth while red hugged her hips. That jealousy pinged again, though Bree was barely aware of it.

Any semblance of sanity was gone from the Dollhouse, Kinsley ruling over all of them, a group of infantilized, diapered, helpless women who obeyed her.

"There we go. Rails up, baby sister fed and ready for bed. Up you go Lila." The auburn-haired little monster climbed into the bed, her diaper on display beneath the nightie as she did, moving to the far side and huffing. She grabbed a stuffed bear, holding her close while Kinsley lowered Bree into the bed. "I don't think she can be a dolly for a while, Lila. I think she's the baby sister now. Can you help take care of your baby sister? She's so fragile, she could get hurt if we're not all careful with her."

"I'm a good big sister." Lila declared as if that answered the question. "I take good care of my little sister Faithie."

"You sure do, sugar. But Faithie is big enough to sit up on her own, and walk around, and even feed herself. But baby Bree isn't. Look at how tiny and helpless she is. She can't even roll over safely. Look how thick that diaper is because she's such a little fountain."

Giggling, Lila did exactly that, she looked down at the mortified Bree, though the girl offered no resistance and no protest.

"She's so little... she's such a little baby."

"That's right, sugar. She's such a little baby. She can't even talk yet. She hasn't learned any words." Kinsley's eyes met Bree's as she spoke that awful rule into existence. Bree wasn't allowed to talk now, not at all. "She has to cry to let us know what she needs, she can't even ask for a diaper change like her big sister."

"I can!" Lila beamed with pride, pointing a thumb into her own chest. "I'm a big girl! I can tell when my diapers are wet and when they need to be changed! I can take care of my baby sister."

Kinsley prompted her, smiling. "You can be Mama's good helper?" With Lila nodding excitedly, she continued. "Well we have to help baby Bree get to sleep, she's so fussy. And I need you to tell me when her diaper is too wet, and maybe even help me change her. Do you think you're big enough for that?"

"Uh huh!"

Stroking her hair, Kinsley gently guided Lila to lay down, snuggling her into the silent Bree.

"You're such a good girl, Lila. You're going to be the best big sister ever. Bree's such a little baby, she's going to need so much help. Maybe she'll be big enough to lift her own bottle in a few days."

The meaning of that sank in like cement in her stomach.

Kinsley was going to keep her in the straitjacket for days.

"I'm gonna help feed my baby sister and help change her diapers and..."

"And help her get to sleep," Kinsley finished, pulling out her phone. Faith practically scrambled from the room, Jo disappearing from the hallway as well while the pastel-clad fairy-woman unlocked the phone and started the music playing. That tinkling, metallic, music box that almost sounded like it whispered to her while it played its innocent tune. Kinsley stepped over to the bed, raising the rails and disappearing behind the white mesh in the process. "Sweet dreams, my perfect little princess."

Lila yawned a big, sleepy yawn that infected Bree quickly. She yawned as well, stretching her muscles in the very limited way that she could, and felt her eyes grow so very heavy so quickly.

In a whisper next to her, the girl who had stolen her bladder control whispered, "I love you, baby Bree..."

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Sometime in the night, Bree awoke, lifted in the air and carried away before she realized what was going on.

"Kinsl-"

"Shh." The pacifier was pushed between Bree's lips, silencing her. "You're a baby. You can't talk yet. I'm not kidding about that, if you break that rule we'll have to find a way to make it so you really can't talk until you 'grow up' a little, understand?"

The idea was absolutely horrifying, and Bree nodded. "I shouldn't be up at this hour, I've got trades that are set to execute at market open." Kinsley sighed as she settled into her chair, laying Bree across her lap and pulling out the pacifier before slipping the teat of a bottle into the helpless girl's mouth. "Babies are so much work, but my goodness you're cute aren't you."

The woman's other hand found Bree's cheek, stroking gently, soothing while she nursed, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the sweet water, knowing that she had no choice but to drink until it was gone. Shifting, she could feel that the diaper between her legs was beyond soggy and she needed a change. It felt like it weighed a ton, hanging from her hips, but a diaper change wasn't something she could ask for.

She couldn't ask for anything now. And the fact that she was looking forward to a diaper change, to being taken out of one diaper and put in another, said a whole lot about her situation. About how far she'd fallen so quickly.

"I love all the Dolls, you know. All the ones that live here now, all the ones who have come before. Not a one," Kinsley yawned while she talked, a lazy smile on her lips. "Not a one left here without a love of diapers. It's part of healing, sweetie. You have to give in and trust. Most Dolls... they didn't have a very good childhood the first time around. Part of all of this is letting go of that, learning that a caregiver, a parent, really can love them in the way that all real children deserve, and the way that most Dolls never felt. Not really.

"I'm sure it's no surprise to you, but my pa wasn't exactly kind to me." The gentle stroking moved to her forehead, across her eyebrows. It was so incredibly soothing to Bree, who had nothing to do but lay there, relax, and absorb the love and caring while she nursed. "It was Lila who taught me how to let go of all that. It was Lila that helped me learn to love myself, so I could help others learn to love themselves."

Those blue eyes were so filled with kindness and love as Kinsley looked down at her that it squeezed Bree's heart in a way she hadn't expected. A love she didn't realize she had been missing. Not the love of a friend, not the love of a partner, but the love of a mother. Bree's heart cracked beneath the power of that expression.

"You're a beautiful baby, Sabrina." It was almost odd to hear her full name, but it carried so much weight. "You're a beautiful baby and we're going to help you let go of all of that pain, all of that hate that was poured into you. All of those awful lessons that you were only valuable if you could do something, all of that need to prove you were worth loving. We love you. Unconditionally. With our whole hearts. Everyone here does."

A tear was wiped from Bree's cheek as the dam broke. She sobbed in Kinsley's arms, the bottle set aside for the moment so she could just cry, held tightly in the arms of a mother that actually wanted her, unlike her own. In the arms of a parent who loved her for who she was and didn't need her to "give up the whole being-gay-thing". She cried it all out, a lifetime of pain, and Kinsley held her. Loved her.

And when she was done, they took a trip to the kitchen to wipe Bree's face with a warm, wet cloth before settling back down in the chair to finish the bottle.

"Let yourself be the baby sister, Bree. Let yourself be loved."