Trisha cleaned up the kitchen and highchairs before coming into the living room to find all the babies sitting in one spot. She listened. It was Zoey, telling her sisters the rules and she was doing an excellent job. If the twins were listening was another matter.

Trisha walked in, “What's Mommy's number one rule?”

Zoey smiled and pushed Lana to answer, “Never touch a diaper or anything covered by a diaper. Only an adult or a, uh, Mommy, can change a diaper.”

“Lana gets a gold star,” said Trisha, “What's the rule about speaking?”

Lana looked at the other two babies, “Do not speak unless spoken to and don't use big words.”

“Excellent,” said Trisha, “May babies use the toilet or ask to be changed?”

Brandi, unable to say much, shook her head and attempted, “NAW!”

“And what do babies think of diapers?” asked Trisha.

Zoey answered, “Babies don't kay about diapies, day use 'em foe eberyting.”

Trisha smiled, “Very good babies. Play nice while Mommy does some grownup stuff.”

When Trisha had gone to her office to do whatever a robotic scientist does with that, Lana, Brandi and Zoe played in the living room. Lana was angling for information from Zoey. She'd been here the longest and clearly had succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome when she helped capture them, especially after seeing how she was treated once the deception was no longer needed.

Lana asked Zoey, “How long have you lived with Mommy?”

Zoey continued to play with the blocks, “Me 'n Mommy hab been togefer fibe yeas.”

Lana asked and nudged Brandi to listen, “What happened to your teeth?”

Zoey smiled, showing all of her front teeth missing, “I wud ina axadent. Befoe me 'n Mommy.”

“How is she making our legs weak? Did she inject us with something,” asked Lana.

“No, itz magic!” said Zoey, “She fixed me.”

“Why did she take us?” asked Lana, “Why are we being treated like this?”

Zoey smiled, “Mommy wants me to hab sistahs.”

After that, Zoey refused to answer any more questions. She wanted to play with blocks and dollies. Lana turned to Brandi. She still thought of him as Brent but Zoey and Trisha had addressed him as a girl since the beginning.

She said to Brandi/Brent, “Did you get all of that? What do you make of it?”

Brandi tried to say something but it was unintelligible. Instead, in frustration, she agreed and shrugged her shoulders. Lana told her to keep an eye for any opportunity to escape. They needed a plan, not blind action so it might take time.

Lana begged Brandi to go along with whatever Trisha said or did. He should answer to Brandi, if that's what it took. Maybe Trisha would let her guard down. They weren't escaping without thinking this through.

It had been at least an hour since Trisha had gone to her office. She stepped back in to check on the babies. The first thing she did was lift Zoey's bottom and squeeze it. She repeated it on Lana, who let it happen. Lana stared at Brandi, who relented and let Trisha check her diaper without putting up a fight.

Lana didn’t know about Zoey’s diaper but she knew her own was dry. She suspected Brandi was a well. While her bladder wasn’t aching yet, it was only a matter of time before she would need to relieve herself.

Trisha asked, “Do babies want to watch some TV? Only an hour as too much TV is bad for babies.”

Zoey cheered and the twins nodded their heads. Unfortunately, Trisha turned it to Baby Time Colors and Numbers. Zoey watched it intently but Lana couldn't stand it. Brandi waited for Trisha to leave. Once alone again, they kicked around ideas on how to escape. Zoey was oblivious to them now.

Lana looked at her twin, “Does that thing they put on YOUR thing hurt?”

Brandi shrugged and made a squeezing motion with his hand. She assumed it was there and that was uncomfortable. Then Lana asked her to move specific fingers. When Brandi tried, it was jerky and unsteady. If Brandi's hands wouldn't work, they would not have much luck.

When the TV show went off, Zoey went back to playing with dollies. Trisha came in and gave all the babies another diaper check. Neither Lana nor Brandi had wet yet but that would not last forever. Zoey was always wet but when Trisha checked, she was messy as well.

“It looks like Baby Zoey made a stinky and needs a change,” said Trisha.

She took Zoey to the changing mat in Zoey's bathroom. She pulled her pretty panties off and unlocked the cover. While she was cleaning and re-diapering her baby, she hummed.

“Sugar, the twins haven't messed today. I'm thinking I need to turn their bladder and bowel control down about three percent.”

Zoey answered, “Too swo, Mommy. Dat will take a momth. Do 10 a night. Dey be wike me in 10 days.”

“Zoey, you are right,” said Trisha, “At 10% a night they will wet and mess in a few days and it will still seem like they have given up control. They will wake up less capable every day.”