Brent/Brandi:

After the escape attempt, that bitch left me paralyzed from the neck down for three damned days! She forced bottle after bottle of that nasty stuff down my throat. All I could do was piss and shit myself like a damned overgrown baby.

She stuffed dentures with no teeth in my mouth. It made it hard to talk but she probably intended that to happen. I would have spit them out if I could be she locked them in somehow. At least she removed them and still cleaned my teeth every evening. I don't think she planned to actually remove my teeth, which was a small blessing in this twisted scenario I lived.

After three days, she gave me some of my body back but just enough to let me crawl around. I still had little control over my bladder and my bowels were not any better. If I tried really hard, I could hold my bladder for a little while but not long. The mush that came out of my ass was impossible to hold. When I felt pressure, it was going to happen in less than a minute.

None of it seemed to bother her in the least. She praised each of us for using our diapers. She was clearly off her meds or she had a screw loose in her head. How could one adult force others to live like this? It was a nightmare!

I lost track of how long we had been her prisoners but I'd guess it was about the second week when I realized I could no longer hold my bladder or my bowels at all. I'd been feeling the urges and had some hope of holding it back for a little while but she made sure we ate and drank enough to keep using our diapers.

Lana was in the same situation. Neither of us liked it but they say you can get used to almost anything. I knew I was going to be wet most of the day. At the same time, I looked forward to a change to give me some short-lived reprieve from the soggy bottom.

Trisha fed us three times a day and I shit myself less than an hour after each meal. I say meal but they were those huge bottles of something that made us piss and poop all the time. The bottle after lunch put me to sleep every time and I woke up stinking like clockwork. I'm sure it was part of her vindictive nature to always changed me last.