Chapter Thirty-Five

"Lilabean, we can't-"

She didn't let Faith finish. "Hit them with the car. They made the baby cry. They ruined my fun. I just wanted to share Frozen 2 with everyone and they ruined it. Hit them with the car."

The small girl was serious, and it shocked the tears from Bree's eyes.

Kinsley turned, laying a hand on Lila's thigh. "Sweetie, we're-"

"I'm the princess!" Lila screeched, vicious fury that none of them were prepared for. Again, Jo shrunk into herself, the cool girl becoming a tiny trembling thing. "I'm the princess and I order you to hit them with the car!" Reaching out, Kinsley moved to stroke Lila's cheek, trying to soothe her, but the furious girl shoved the hand away. "No! I'm the princess! I'm the-"

Her hand moving with surprising quickness, Kinsley cupped the side of Lila's head, pulling her closer. Twisting in a way that couldn't possibly be comfortable, the blonde pressed her forehead to the princess's, speaking quietly but firmly. "Shh. Shh. You don't wanna tell Mama what to do, remember? You want to be a good girl for Mama."

Trying to pull away, Lila growled with an unexpected ferocity. "No! No, I want you to-"

Again she stopped mid-sentence. This time not because of anything Kinsley said, but because while no one was looking, her offhand had been working her phone. The gentle chimes of the music box filled the car, Lila relaxing instantly, her fire extinguished and her eyes drooping.

"You want to be a good girl for Mama, don't you princess? You want to do as Mama tells you?"

Quietly, meekly, Lila answered. "...yes Mama."

Faith's hands were gone from Bree's body. Looking over, she could see that the girl was plugging her ears.

But for Bree, it was too late. Her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, her body relaxing, every muscle loosening at the same time.

"You're Mama's good girl. Mama loves you. You're my pretty diapered princess, my lovely little witch, the center of my whole world and... " Unconsciousness began to take Bree, the words sounding like they were coming from further and further away.

"I love you so very much."

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When Bree awoke, she was suckling from a bottle, back in the straitjacket and in Kinsley's arms on the couch. Lila was asleep in Faith's arms, and Jo was sitting on the floor across from the couch, looking awkwardly uncomfortable.

"...no, that's not what I mean. I just think-"

Kinsley held up a hand, stopping her. "We're not gonna talk about that. The baby is waking up, it's all still new to her so she wasn't out for all that long." Smiling down at her, Kinsley's blue eyes sparkled with love, but behind it was some small sliver of fear. "Good morning, sunshine."

Trying to turn her head, Bree struggled in Kinsley's arms.

"Ah ah ah." Gently, the woman holding her chided Bree. "You're still baby. Don't make mistakes that are going to ruin your lovely day. It's been a good day, hasn't it?"

That tiny amount of fear was nothing compared to the blossoming terror inside of Bree. "Mmmm! Mmph!"

She thrashed, trying to break free, wanting to demand an explanation, to know what was going on, to demand answers to questions she wouldn't have even considered earlier that day. But the pieces were falling into place whether she wanted them to or not.

Bree was being hypnotized by Kinsley, and it was already working.

"Don't be a naughty baby, your thighs are all nice and healed from your spankings. I've already proven how very, very much I love you. Let's not make this harder than it has to be, okay sugar?"

But the small girl didn't stop, pulling her arms hopelessly this way and that, kicking her feet.

Faith hissed at her. "She's going to wake Lila."

Sighing, Kinsley pulled out her phone again and Bree stopped instantly, eyes wide. "Oh, you're not ready for another nap?" Shaking her head, Bree stared up into those blue eyes, that edge there that she hadn't missed in Kinsley. "You're going to be a good baby?"

The only sound from Bree was the sound of her resumed suckling. Escape had been so far from her mind before the movie, she felt like an idiot. The movie had really been her chance. She'd talked herself into it, convinced herself that Kinsley's control over the Dolls was all in her head. But now she was convinced of it - and the piece that didn't fit right fell into place.

Kinsley had made a monster.

She was the reason the little genius Lila was a diaper-wetting, demanding princess. In her desire to have her own precious little diaper-loving toy, she'd made something she had trouble controlling. If Kinsley broke the fantasy, who knew what might happen.

And Bree knew she had to save Lila.

"You've gone too-" Jo began, but was cut off by Kinsley again.

"No." She said the word with such finality. "We're not discussing this. She's not ready to discuss this. You saw how raw she was, Bree is just starting to let that sad, hurt little girl inside her out. We're going to help her. You had a sad, hurt little girl inside you Josephine. We nurtured her, we helped heal her. You weren't the first Doll and Bree won't be the last. You may not remember, but you weren't a fan of our methods at first either."

Shaking her head, Jo tried again. "I can't say I'm a big fan right now, Kins. You can't-"

"I can and I will." Bree felt Kinsley's arms tighten, squeezing her as she answered Jo. "We helped you, Jojo. We love you, hell we're helping you again. Don't come into the Dollhouse and dare to tell me that we don't know how to care for Dolls."

"Fine." Jo sighed. "You're right. You're right. You've helped dozens, maybe hundreds. I just..."

Determined not to let Jo finish a thought, Kinsley interrupted her again. "Be a dear and fetch some fresh diapers. Three for the baby, one for our princess."

Just then thinking to wiggle her feet, Bree felt the metal of the booties' spikes. She was back in the jacket, back in the booties, and back to being helpless. Nodding to Kinsley, Jo moved to obey. "Now baby Bree, you've got a choice to make. You can let us love you, or you can fight us. It's the same choice you've always had. It's the one you finally made the right decision on today. Are you going to throw that all away? I could tell I was reaching you. Don't let a bunch of bigots ruin your chance at healing." Kinsley's soft hand was stroking her face, that soothing voice draping itself over her. "Let yourself forget all about the bad parts of today, focus on the good. You're safe. You're loved. Nothing has changed, you still have the exact same choice you did before. Are you going to be a good baby?"

Bree nodded, having no other choice. She was stuck. She was helpless. She couldn't do anything for herself until Kinsley decided she could.

With a warm, wide smile, Kinsley continued. "Good, I'm glad. When you told me you loved me earlier today, it made me so very happy. I'll be your Mama too, Bree. Just be a good girl, do as you're told, and you'll never have to worry about a thing again. You can just be the baby sister, giving Lila someone to fuss over, someone to make her feel superior." A sinking feeling began to pull Bree down with it. "You can't leave for a long, long time now that you know too much. It's okay, you're already starting to love your diapers, aren't you? You'll love them more and more as the nights go by. Just let it happen, okay?"

The pressure on her diaper was slight at first, but after a moment, Bree realized it was deliberate. Kinsley's hand had found its way down between her legs. The smiling woman was feeding her a bottle with one hand and rubbing her wet diaper with the other. And there was nothing Bree could do to stop it.

That arousal started to build again, slowly, as Bree had no choice but to drink and feel and feel and drink. She was still, still wetting herself, and it was making the diaper squishy and wonderful again.

"That's a good girl." Kinsley praised her as Bree lost the fight, the feelings too good as the blissfully squishy padding found just the right spot. The tall woman pulled the bottle away just in time as Bree gasped in surprise. "That's Mama's good baby." As soon as it was safe, the bottle was back in. "Don't stop. Keep drinking. In your mouth and out into your diaper, just like your pretty little thoughts. It's what all good girls want, really. Even Faith wants it even though she tries so hard to avoid it."

There was a quality to Kinsley's voice that was beautifully familiar, whispering to her beneath everything.

It wasn't until she started whispering oddly familiar words that she put it together. "You love your diapers. You need your diapers. You belong in diapers. Your diapers make you feel safe and loved. You love to wet your diapers, that's right sugar." Those words were whispered underneath the music. She could hear it now, but she was beyond helpless against it. She began moaning softly, somehow still managing to suckle even as she did, Kinsley massaging that sodden diaper into her. "Before you know it, this will be your favorite way to cum. Maybe even your only way, just like Lila."

Then the mantra began again. Somewhere in it, Faith got up and carried Lila off. Jo brought the diapers and excused herself - setting up the wand for Kinsley by request before she went.

And Kinsley brought her pleasures the likes of which Bree had never known. It was like the woman spoke directly to her brain, repeating those words again and again, fire in her brain, building her up. But unlike Lila, Kinsley didn't tease her, didn't deny her that orgasm. She pushed the girl right over that cliff, lowering the intensity of the wand and working her expertly while she was in freefall, one orgasm beginning before the previous one even ended.

In Kinsley's arms, Bree came. Again and again.

"Such a good girl."

Those words made her heart surge. She needed that praise, it was the most powerful drug she'd ever been introduced to. It made her soul tingle and her heart swell, and in that floaty place of post-orgasmic bliss, Bree realized that Kinsley was right.

She really did love her diapers. Bree was no longer sure if it was her choice or not, but it was true. She loved them. With every passing moment she loved them a little more. The warmth, the comfort, the constant pressure, the ever-growing sogginess... and the knowledge that pleasures powerful enough to make her scream inside while nursing a baby bottle would keep her coming back for more.

Bree was hooked. And it scared the shit out of her.