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An Unrelated Incident

Chapter 18

Trisha/Mommy:

It was time to take care of Brandi and Lana now. They had both spent enough time in a dirty diaper that they wouldn't be complaining about the time between diaper changes. They would be so happy to get a bath that they would cooperate fully. To prepare, I took out my phone and turned my nanobots to 150% strength. I could handle them with ease if things escalated.

As I entered Lana's room and smiled at her I said, “You're going to be a delightful baby and let Mommy change you out of that nasty diaper to take a bath with your twin sister, aren't you?”

Lana nodded her head in agreement. She would agree to almost anything to get out of the foul-smelling diaper she had been in for some time. I lowered the crib side and released her from the cuffs. Lana rubbed her wrists and touched her diaper.

I smacked her hand away, “NO! Babies don't touch their diapers or anything covered by the diapers. If Mommy finds out that happened, well, the baby would have to be corrected.”

Lana moved her hands back away and let me finish. With super-strength, I easily picked Lana up and sat her on my hip. Lana flinched when the mush in her diaper squished up and around her rear. If not for the pacifier, she would probably have made an unpleasant noise. There's always a time of adjustment before babies get used to being wet and messy.

We crossed the hall, with Lana on my hip, to Brandi's room. Lana's cute little nose scrunched up with every step. It would take time but she would learn to ignore the condition of her diaper. That was Mommy's job.

We entered Brandi's room. She was asleep. Worn out from all the thrashing. I sat Lana down on the chair as I stood over Brandi's crib and gently stirred her awake. I hoped she was in a better mood for her bath with her sister.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I said, “Mommy needs to clean you up and give you a bath before bedtime. Are you going to be a sweet little baby girl for Mommy?”

Brandi opened her eyes and heard my voice. She shook her head no. I put my hands on my hips. I expected some resistance and I could handle that. The question was, would Brandi get the message? She was going to learn the hard way.

“I suppose I can leave you in that nasty old diaper until morning,” I said, “Now, will you be a good baby girl?”

Again, she shook her head no. Then she looked over and saw her sister, Lana. Brandi probably thought she was a doll at first. No hair, sitting quietly in a puffy diaper. Lana was looking at the ground ahead of her, her hands at her side. I opened my phone and selected a few options and lowered Brandi's crib side.

When I released Brandi's hands and feet, she tried to fight back but her limbs merely flopped around like a rag doll. I had to smile at the sight of her not grasping what was happening to her. It was simple, Mommy had dialed Brandi's motor skills back to a newborn level. One synapse in 50 would be transmitted to her limbs. The rest fired random adjacent nerve bundles.

It was comical watching her frustration grow with each botched attempt to move. I put the side back up and sat Brandi up in her crib. She teetered and almost fell over until I had her propped up with a blanket. Now she was sitting in the icky mess in her diaper to remind her who was in charge.