Brent/Brandi:

Trisha used whatever passed for her pseudo-magic again to cripple me. This time I could still move a little but I was completely out of control. There was a delay between what I wanted my hands to do and what they actually did. It was frustrating on top of everything else she had subjected me to. The worst being kept in this horrendous diaper.

I almost didn't recognize her with her shaved head but she placed Lana in the crib with me. Lana's diaper audibly squished. I couldn't look away as I stared at Lana, bald, naked except for the pink diaper and pink pacifier. I saw her uncovered breasts. My naked body and pink diaper were visible to her. It was my first time seeing her in diapers.

Before this, I would have loved to have spent more time with Lana in a more-than-friends way but there hadn't been time with relocating and the refugee camp. Now, here I was, nearly naked and she bolted my cock down. The thought of Lana naked made it painful, as my manhood found no room to grow. I tried to look away. At least my head and eyes moved normally.

Trisha left us in the crib to run a tub of warm water. Neither of us could talk but I'm sure our eyes showed pity toward the other one. She went to Lana and placed her on the changing table to remove her diaper for cleanup before bath time.

Lana must have had a very nasty bottom because I could smell it. I'm sure mine was at least as bad as hers. Trisha cleaned Lana and placed her back in the crib, completely naked. My caged cock caused me more discomfort when I noticed her blond curls between her legs.

Then it was my turn to get cleaned up. Trisha was freakishly strong. She picked me up like I was nothing. How was that even possible? She talked to me in baby talk while taking my awful diaper down to clean me.

She reminded me I needed to be better, like my twin sister, Lana. I'm sure my face had a scowl but I had to admit it was a massive relief to be out of that disgusting diaper she had trapped me in for far too long. If only the contraption around my dick was removed.

Once cleaned, the woman placed me on her left hip and placed Lana on her right hip. We were both taken to the tub by her. She sat us in the bubble bath, facing each other. She gave me a yellow rubber ducky and she gave Lana a blue dolphin.

I promptly dropped my toy. Lana picked it up and handed it back to me. The concern in her eyes showed. To hold on to it, I had to concentrate hard and be deliberate. I didn't give a rip about the ducky but I needed to understand my ability to move. I, we, had no hope of escape if I couldn't move any better than this.

Trisha talked baby talk to us. Both of us were still pacified so it was a boring monologue. I think Trisha liked the sound of her own voice. Mostly she droned on about what a lucky Mommy she was to have such adorable twin baby girls to take care of. Except I wasn't a girl. She scrubbed us all over, even places I normally don't spend a lot of time on.

I hadn't shaved in a few days at the camp. She must have not liked my stubble because Trisha used a disposable razor to remove it. To her credit, she was gentle. Next, Trisha washed around that terribly uncomfortable cage. If I had control of my body, I would have jumped out of my skin when she slipped a soapy finger in my rear.

I'm sure I made a face. Lana saw the look in my eyes and probably could guess what happened. Her turn was next.