Brent/Brandi:

My bladder filled and a gurgling in my guts tormented me. Pressure built but only as annoying waves at this point. If it got no worse than this, I could hold out for quite a while, perhaps until morning if I careful. Gas was the problem now. I let out as much as I dared.

Two people walked in after I heard the door open. I pulled on the restraints. My body sweaty and my hair drenched. Trisha shook her head. Zoey sat in the chair at the desk facing me, like a spectator. Trisha squeezed my diapered crotch. Still dry! Take that!

“Brandi, you look like you've had a workout,” said Trisha, “You can either cooperate or I will force you to comply. Zoey will help me show a small fraction of what I'm capable of.”

Trisha touched her phone and Zoey caught herself from falling back into the chair. Next, Trisha took a reflex hammer and tapped Zoey's knee. She had no reflexes. How did she do that? Trisha touched the phone again. This time, the reflex hammer showed Zoey had a normal response.

“You see, Zoey’s injuries were devastating and I repaired her,” started Trisha, “It also works in reverse. Now, will you settle down or does Mommy need to prove her point?”

I didn't know what game she was still trying to run on me but I thrashed even harder, not willing to give one inch to this vile woman. She made a few swipes on her phone and suddenly, my feet stopped moving. Not numb but they wouldn't move. Then my torso slumped. Next, my arms became limp, though I sensed the straps. She had somehow paralyzed me from the neck down! I panicked.

Trisha posed the question to me again but I shook my head no defiantly. Trisha shook her and exhaled. She swiped on her phone again and I stopped breathing. You do not know how desperate you will get when you can't breathe. I thought I would die. If unable to breathe, I surely would have.

“Last chance, Sweety. Are you going to be a good baby girl?” asked Trisha.

As I frantically hoped for my lungs to work, I shook my head yes. Trisha restored my breathing back on but nothing else lower. She made me an invalid. She motioned for Zoey to do something. The maid pulled a pair of battery powered clippers from her uniform pocket. She lifted my head and placed a towel beneath. In short order, she had shaved my head bald.

I saw Zoey dump the towel into the bathroom trash and threw it over her shoulder. She stowed the clippers back into her pocket. Trisha squeezed my diaper again and the sensation was there but it was still dry with possibly the exception of a little perspiration.

“Honey, how did you like the simple demonstration?” said Trisha, “I have full control of your body. So, remember this as you learn your lessons. The first lesson is you are a baby girl, twin to Lana. Do you understand me now?”

I had the fear put into me then. I slowly nodded my head in acknowledgment. Zoey backed away from me as Trisha undid whatever she had done. That time I simply lay there, afraid of what she might do with her god-like powers over my body. Trisha praised me before they left and turned the light out. She warned me that the diaper better be used the next time she checked on me. I believed her.

Whether or not I wanted to, I could not hold out until morning. I was tired from holding it in and the waves of pressure were getting more frequent. Letting farts out helped, but it was only temporary. I didn’t know how much longer I could resist the urges.