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An Unrelated Incident

Chapter 20

Lana:

The bath water was warm. I held onto the stupid dolphin for no reason. Brent dropped the duck she had given him. It surprised me to see him so addled. Had she drugged him? I wouldn't put anything past her. She kidnapped us so drugging us was not a stretch of the imagination.

I watched Brent as Trisha washed him. She handled him gently, carefully. He made a surprised face while she was cleaning his rear. From his expression, she must have cleaned him deeper than he expected.

She kept calling us her twin baby girls. Neither of us were babies, though she seemed to believe it with all her heart. Was she deranged? Maybe she stopped taking her medication or something. If that were the case, how would I explain Zoey's participation? There were pieces of the puzzle I was missing.

Then, it was my turn to be thoroughly washed. I wasn't used to having a finger pushed into my bottom but the shock that Brent showed wasn't there. Brent had held on to the ducky but he was still wobbling in the tub. Trisha had to hold him up more than once. Her body controlling technology would have been a marvel if not used against us like this.

Trisha let the water out of the tub and put the toys on the back of the tub. First she dried off Brent, who she kept calling Brandi. She used a penguin towel. If not for our circumstances, I would have thought it was cute. She was acting like he really was an overgrown baby.

Brent could not stand in his current state so Trisha lifted him and toweled him off on the changing table. I watched as she used a pair of clippers to shear under his arms, groin and butt of all the long pubic hairs. Then the razor came back out and she shaved Brent in his entire crotch area that wasn't covered by the metal contraption I had glanced at. I was thankful Trisha didn't feel the need to do such a thing to me.

I watched intently as Trisha unlocked the cage to inspect Brent's junk. She said that with a new cage, it was important that it fit snugly but not damage anything. I'm sure he was relieved to have it off. I think he thought maybe it would stay off.

That was not the case. Trisha needed to finish shaving his privates. She rubbed a lot of lotion on him down there. It was clear he liked that, whether or not he meant to. Then Trisha fitted a cage and it was a tight fit getting all of him inside. I think he moaned in pain, the poor fellow.

Trisha applied rash cream on his bum and placed a fresh pink night time diaper under him. She pulled the thick pink diaper up and sealed it onto him like she had done this a hundred times. She placed a bright pink locking diaper cover over it, secured in the back. I still needed a look at one of those locking covers myself.

Then a one-piece penguin pajama sleeper slipped on him, zipped in the back and locked in place. Ball mittens were put on his hands and latched shut. She placed him in the crib while Trisha towel dried me with much the same treatment, all the while talking baby talk to us.

Having full use of my legs, I stood while Trisha used a raccoon towel to dry me. When I was dry, Trisha placed me on the changing table. She asked me to be still while she trimmed my crotch with clippers. All my feminine hair was removed. Next, Trisha shaved me smooth and applied lotion all over her body. I had no hair anywhere but my eyebrows. It surprised me she didn't shave those as well.

It felt nice to be pampered but not at such a high cost. She rubbed the rash cream on my rear and the diaper sealed on like last time. Trisha locked the same type of pink cover on me next. I couldn't get a good look at the lock as she secured them. I would have to keep vigilant.

Finally, she helped me into an adult-sized fluffy raccoon set of pajamas that were also zipped up the back and locked in place. As expected, she fit the ball mittens to my hands and I was then all but helpless to do anything but sit and look cute. Trisha put me in the crib with Brent and lowered the lid while she left the room.

I looked at the back of Brent's pajama lock. It was smooth, with no keyhole or combination dial. It must be some sort of magnetic lock. With my hands in security mittens, I had little hope of removing it but I could try to think of ways to defeat it.

Trisha returned with two enormous bottles of a white liquid substance. Was it milk? I judged they were about two liters each from the size of them. She put me on her hip after she laid Brent down on his back.

Trisha removed the pacifier gag and fitted a feeding gag in its place. She threaded the hose from the feeding gag through the top of the crib. She connected the two liter bottle and hung from a corner of the crib.

With a flick of a valve, Trisha started the flow and Brent clearly felt the liquid drain into his mouth. He seemed to fight it but he kept taking gulps. He had no choice but to swallow it. That was a lot of milk to drink.

“That's right, Baby Brandi,” said Trisha, “Drink all of your bottle. Say night-night to your sister, Lana.”

I half-heartedly waved at him. Trisha turned on the swimming fish night light and lullaby music. She took me across the hall to be put in the other crib. My gag was swapped for a feeding one, too. I tried to speak but Trisha held a finger to my mouth and smiled before placing the feeding gag. I laid down on my own. There was no point struggling. I waited for the top to close and the fluid to flow into my mouth.

It tasted sweet, a syrupy mixture that wasn't terrible. I did not know what was in it but I didn't doubt it would be two liters of something that would end up in the diaper I was wearing. If that suppository showed what these people were capable of, I would have to be on my toes.

“Goodnight, baby,” said Trisha as she turned off the light and turned on the carousel night light and lullaby music. It was soothing but I was fighting the flow into my mouth. I was constantly swallowing. She had hung the bottle high enough that the pressure guaranteed I couldn't hold it.

I could feel my stomach swelling with each gulp. It was a lot to drink at one sitting, let alone at such a fast rate. The last of it finally emptied and it nearly exhausted me from the effort. My belly felt full, bloated from it all. She might have drugged me because I fell asleep soon after.