Brandi didn't know what punishment she would receive but she knew there would be something. Trisha called it correction but it was torture, no matter what she called it. To Brandi's surprise, she said nothing of the escape attempt the next morning. Her diaper was in terrible shape. It had reached capacity and diaper rash had set in upon baby Brandi's bottom.

Trisha sweetly apologized to Brandi, “Mommy is sorry but you were a bad baby yesterday. You'll get changed now but you have to be on your best behavior for Mommy.”

Brandi tried to apologize, “I'm sorry, Mommy, I really am. It will never happen again.”

“Well, Baby, you should be,” said Trisha, “You will get a correction later when I can think of an appropriate one for what you have done.”

Other than the clean diaper and a bottle hung with the feeding gag, Brandi remained in the crib, completely immobilized, all morning to think about what she had done. Being left with your own thoughts can be a dangerous thing. It can make you doubt yourself.

Brandi finished the bottle and had wet herself more than a few times by the time Trisha came to take her to lunch. The feeling of uncontrollable wetting surprised her each time it happened. She was still paralyzed though. Trisha left her that way the whole day, propped up in her highchair and fed the bottle from the feeding gag.

After lunch, she cleaned the babies up with diaper changes and allowed to watch TV or play with the toys. Brandi couldn't do anything but watch TV. Lana and Zoey showed Brandi things and put blocks in her hands. Mostly Lana was sorry to see Brandi that way and to know the escape attempt failed.

Lana talked to Brandi, “I'm glad you are alive. I'm sorry you had to wind up like this. She didn't even panic when she found out you were gone. I was afraid she was going to get rid of you. Then, I'd be all alone with addled Zoey.”

Trisha had another surprise for the new twins. She fitted them with mouthpieces that fit over their teeth. They appeared to be toothless. Brandi couldn't feel hers but Lana touched her finger to her own and it felt firm but not solid. She bared her teeth toward Brandi and Brandi returned the gesture. They looked like Zoey, toothless!

It took three full days of Brandi being completely paralyzed, doing nothing but eating, sleeping, peeing and pooping before Trisha allowed her to crawl again. Trisha left Brandi’s bowels and bladder at 50% after that. She could feel everything and had only enough control to slow it down but no hope of stopping herself from filling her diapers once the dreaded feeling started.

True to Trisha's plan, she had turned Lana's bowel and bladder control down 10% every night. To her horror, after only two days she was waking in a wet diaper, never remembering wetting herself.

After a week she was having a bowel movement shortly after her bottle at each meal. Three times a day she messed herself, knowing it was going to happen and completely unable to stop it. The dread of it coming was the worst part.

After a week she was having a bowel movement shortly after her bottle at each meal. Three times a day she messed herself, knowing it was going to happen and completely unable to stop it.

Once Lana lowered to 50% control, Trisha again lowered the twins together 10% each night until, finally, they were at 0% bowel and bladder control. All three of her babies were incontinent and totally dependent on diapers. Brandi had been paralyzed and once allowed to crawl again, made no outward complaints about messing herself. She accepted it without question or complaint. She had no choice.

Lana, on the other hand, was horrified at the thought of fouling her diaper uncontrollably. She wasn't aware her control had gradually been removed. She genuinely thought she had lost her ability because of being in diapers. This was what Trisha wanted. It made her babies more malleable. She could raise them up to be the babies she and Zoey had wanted to add to their family.

By the middle of the second week, the twins were well established in their routine. Mornings were diaper changes, bottles, naps and playtime. Evenings were more bottles, baths and locked in cribs until morning when they started it all over again.