Lana:

I had mixed emotions about seeing Trisha. I hated her for what she had done to me but I really wanted her to take me out of this forsaken diaper. She started by removing my feeding gag and let me exercise my mouth for a moment.

If I didn't speak, she would let me have a break. She stood me up and undid the mitts and unzipped the pajamas. I could see Brent watching with interest. He made eye contact with me. Trisha unlocked the diaper cover holding the wet diaper on me and set it aside.

Trisha carried me like a small child to the changing table and removed my soaked diaper. That was a relief, though short-lived. She cleaned my bottom a bit too thoroughly and applied more rash cream before fastening the new diaper snugly on my middle. Then, it was unfortunately sealed on with a locking cover.

“How's that feel, Baby?” asked Trisha.

I looked at her. I'm sure I was wide-eyed but didn't dare say anything for fear of a correction. If she considered being locked in a wet or messy diaper as normal, what would punishment be?

“It's OK, Baby, you can speak if you use baby words when I speak to you,” said Trisha.

“Better,” was all said because being locked in a diaper wasn't good.

“Good girl! Mommy is proud of you,” said Trisha, “Your twin sister needs to pay attention. Mommy had to spank Sissy for using a bad word.”

Trisha put me into a red and white dress. I didn't help her but I didn't resist. She called it a dress but it was basically a loose top. It barely came to the top of my hips and covered none of the diaper. Then, Trisha slipped a matching frilly bottom that covered the locking diaper cover over my legs. Last, my feet were fitted into smooth-soled booties. Trisha let me try to stand and if I were careful, I could manage but there was no way I was going to move quickly with these on.

Trisha shook her head, “Oh, that's too bad, Baby. Newborns aren't supposed to be able to stand.”

I did not know what I was supposed to do until I saw Trisha's phone. I pieced it together. She had some sort of tech that could paralyze people. I felt myself get wobbly and my knees quivered before Trisha caught me and eased me to the ground on my padded rump.

My legs were jelly. I'm sure this is how Brent felt when Trisha slowed him down. I could move them but they weren't right, like they were half asleep without the tingling. My arms still worked, at least. Trisha picked me up and then Brent, one on each hip. I marveled at how strong this woman was. Sure, she was stout and bigger than me but she seemed to have superhuman stamina.

“Now, let's get all the babies fed,” said Trisha.

“Yeth, Mommy!” said Zoey.

Brent and I both stared at Zoey. She smiled at us and she had no teeth. Did this woman intend to pull our teeth too? My hand subconsciously went to my mouth. It looked like Brent was having a panic attack. I thought things were weird before but now, what was going on?