Sleep was impossible for Sara. She was a side sleeper by nature, but even if she could roll over onto her side, there was just no way she’d be able to find rest. Being trapped on her back, her arms and legs strapped securely to the four corners of her crib provided endless frustration for the helpless girl as she tried over and over to move from her trapped position. The short lengths of chain rattled constantly as she tried repeatedly to move. Realistically, rolling over would only exasperate the discomfort of the wet diaper between her thighs. She’d lost that battle hours ago, and her discomfort only grew as the swollen diaper pressed up against her crotch grew colder.
Sara had wet the bed until she was seven. She had blocked out the memory of waking up with a wet pull-up between her legs for over a decade, but it all came rushing back to her every time she shifted, feeling the soggy padding pressing against her body. The embarrassment and shame of her inability to control her basic bodily functions came flooding back, even though she knew logically it wasn’t her fault she’d wet herself. If she could get up, she could make it to the bathroom and relieve herself in the toilet. That wasn’t a failing on her part, not in the slightest. But she couldn’t shake that feeling every time she felt her wet diaper between her legs.
The wet diaper, she reminded herself. It was not hers. She did not need diapers, nor had she asked for this, or even done anything to deserve her treatment.
The door to the nursery opened. Sara chewed nervously on the pacifier bulb in her mouth as she watched her captor through the bars of the crib. He was nearly naked, only a pair of black silk briefs that left little to the imagination adorning his frame. Tucked in the crook of his arm was a large baby bottle, filled to the brim with milky, white liquid. His other hand was holding hands with Brook. Sara’s heart quickened when she saw her. She wore a translucent, white negligee, the kind of thing Sara had only dreamed of seeing her crush in. Brook’s typical choice for pajamas was an oversized t-shirt and shorts. That the first time Sara got to see her like this, with a knotted cleave gag between her full lips, and her beautiful eyes red and puffy from crying, broke her heart. Further inspection revealed Brook wasn’t wearing any panties under the fluttering garment.
“Looks like someone is still awake,” Sean cooed.
Sara took her eyes off of Brook to glare up at him as her captor sidled up to the side of the crib and lowered the rails to the floor.
“Do you need your bottle before bed?” he asked, shaking the bottle over her, white liquid splashing from the nipple onto her naked chest.
Sara tensed up, breathing heavily through her nose. Inside her mittens her small fists clenched tightly, her teeth clamped down on the pacifier in her mouth. Her eyes flicked to Brook. Her friend’s red-rimmed eyes were filled with pity. Despite everything she had assuredly gone through, she still pitied Sara. That stung.
Sean unclipped her mittens from the carabiners holding her wrists to the corners of her prison. Instinctually, Sara pulled her arms across her chest to preserve what little modesty she had left. He chuckled, amused, and tickled her bare stomach. The sensitive girl tried to swat his hand away, revealing herself once more.
“Let’s get you your snack,” he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her up.
“Nnnmmpphhh!” Sara squirmed, trying to pull away, but she was no match for his strength.
“Have a seat there behind her, dear,” he directed Brook. She awkwardly obeyed, sitting at the head of the mattress, trying in vain to pull the skimpy negligee down over her lap. Sean pushed Sara back down, her head resting on Brook’s thighs.
Sara froze. She was keenly aware that Brook wasn’t wearing any panties, and there was curly hair tickling her ear that was not her own. Looking up, Brook’s boobs hovered over her face, the see through cups leaving nothing to her imagination. She could fully make out her nipples.
“Now you can take her pacifier out and feed her her bottle.”
Sara gulped, lifting her head. She felt Brook’s hands feeling around for the clasp on her pacifier gag. She’d have a limited window to talk as the pacifier was taken out before the nipple of the bottle was jammed in her mouth, but what would she say? What could she say?
Brook pulled the pacifier out of Sara’s mouth. She held the thing up, unsure what to do with it.
“Brook, I…” Sara started, realizing she was about to apologize. It was an old habit her dad always got on her for, for saying she was sorry all the time for things that were in no way her fault. “I’m sormppph!”
Sean jammed the nipple of the bottle into her open mouth, silencing her before she could finish the habitual apology. The liquid started flowing immediately, far too rich and creamy to be normal milk. Given that he’d made her eat actual baby food earlier, she guessed it was baby formula. Considering what else she could be blindly choking down, she hoped it was only formula.
The hole in the nipple was wide enough for the liquid to flow freely, and very quickly Sara realized she had to start swallowing or she’d start choking.
“There’s a good baby.” Sean stroked her hair before passing the bottle off to Brook.
“Aammm phhaurrmeee,” Brook moaned her own apology.
The bottle was so large. Sara found the hole in the nipple with her tongue, stemming the flow. After a none too subtle warning from Sean to “Drink up,” Sara realized she couldn’t stop drinking forever, and started strategically starting and stopping the flow to drink at a more reasonable pace.
“Pretty soon your mommy is going to be able to feed you herself,” Sean said.
Sara choked, coughing up milk all over herself and Brook. She stared up at her fellow captive’s breasts, boobs under different circumstances she’d have loved the idea of having in her mouth.
“What a messy baby,” Sean cooed, wiping away the mess with a washcloth. “You’ll need your bib.”
Brook kindly tilted the bottle to the side, giving Sara a reprieve while she caught her breath. She seemed to notice Sara staring at her tits and blushed, probably realizing herself the implications of Sean’s comment. Sara wondered if that was even possible.
As if reading her mind, Sean tilted the bottle back, forcing Sara to start drinking as he leaned in close. “Oh yes, your mommy is gonna start lactating so you can drink all that yummy milk straight from the source.” He reached over, grabbing the flimsy cups of Brook’s negligee. A swift tug and her left boob spilled out, hanging over Sara’s wide-eyed face. “I bet our baby girl, would like that, wouldn’t she?”
Sara’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. In spite of everything else going on, the idea that Brook might somehow realize she had a crush on her was at the forefront of her mind, and if there wasn’t already a nipple in her mouth she would have blurted anything to change the subject, to distract from the fact that she was very much thinking about Brook’s perfect, pink nipple between her lips.
“You just can’t wait to get the real thing,” he teased, grabbing the other cup and pulling it down. Both of Brook’s boobs hung free. She was blushing as well, and Sara could feel her thighs shift as she squirmed under her head.
“There’s no better way for a mommy and baby to bond.”
Sara’s eyes found Brook’s. Her blush deepened; her face must’ve been beet red, but she couldn’t look away. If she did she was afraid she’d be caught staring at Brook’s boobs.
The infantilized girl coughed as she sucked in air. She hadn’t even realized she’d drained her bottle. Sean pulled it from her mouth, and she gasped, literally drool running down her chin as she stared up at a pair of tits. Sara had known she was a lesbian since she was eight and fell in love with Keira Knightly in Pride and Prejudice, but she’d never in her life been more attracted to a set of boobs. Even with her mouth free, she couldn’t speak, and she offered no resistance as the pacifier was once again pressed between her lips.
“Mmmphh!” she squealed when Sean lifted her head to strap the gag back in place, pressing her face up into the underside of Brook’s tits.
Sean chuckled. “You just suck on your pacifier and think about what you’d rather have in your mouth, while we get your diaper changed.”
Sara had almost forgotten about the diaper, so transfixed in her crush’s bosom she’d been. Now she was hyper aware of its presence, cold, clammy and wet against her flustered and hot loins. Sean took Brook by the hands, pulling her to her feet, and Sara’s head once more flopped down into the pillow.
“I’ll help you with her first diaper change,” Sean said, wrapping his arms around Brook from behind, copping a feel of her loose breasts while he pulled her close. “Everything you need is right here.” He guided her to the changing table, showing her where the wipes, powder, lotion and extra diapers were. Sara pulled against her restraints, hoping that by some miracle when she needed it most she’d be able to get free. But the straps held, keeping her helpless until Brook and Sean returned. She couldn’t keep from staring now, watching Brook’s pussy under the swishing fabric of her negligee. Why not look; Brook was about to see hers.
“You just peel back the tapes, like this.” Sean was leaning over Brook’s shoulder, his arms guiding hers. Sara knew Brook had done some babysitting before, and surely she knew how to change a diaper. Not that Brook changing her wet diaper would be pleasant, but having their kidnapper mansplain such a humiliating task, savoring in their shame, it made the whole situation so much worse.
“She’s just wet,” Sean said as they opened her diaper. “No poopie diapers to clean up, this time. We have to keep an eye on her; if she doesn’t poop soon we’ll have to give her an enema or suppository to ensure she’s not blocked up.”
Sara thought she might die of humiliation. She was breathing heavily through her nose, staring fixedly at the ceiling, trying to pretend she wasn’t there, that this wasn’t happening to her.
“And we just take a wipe, and clean up her little princess parts, just like this.”
“Hnnnnn!” Sara keened as she felt the cold wipe across her skin.
“Just like this. It’s important to be very thorough. You gotta get every nook and cranny.” Sean manipulated Brook’s hand, dragging the wipe through Sara’s slit, up and down, gently grazing her clit.
“Mmmph!” Brook whined into her gag, watching her friend squirm under her touch. Sean kept his grip on the backs of her wrists, getting both of her hands involved. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “She’s being such a good baby. It’s okay to give her a little treat when she’s a good girl for her diaper changes.”
“Nnnn mmmnnph!” Sara shook her head, her eyes screwed shut. They couldn’t! He wouldn’t!
But he would. Sean knew about her crush on Brook, and he knew exactly how to weaponize it against her.
“See how much she likes it? Hear how she coos when her mommy touches her?”
“Mmmmppphhhhh!” Sara squealed as Brook’s fingers slid inside her. Inside her padded mittens she clenched her fists and bucked her hips up to meet her new mommy’s touch. She didn’t care that it was Sean manipulating Brook’s hands, that he was watching. It didn’t matter that she was strapped down in a crib, getting her diaper changed. In and out, Brook’s slender fingers stimulating her, getting her all worked up. If she kept up, it was only a matter of time before…
“Ah ah ah,” Sean said, pulling Brook’s hands back. “Baby’s don’t get to cum. That’s much too adult.”
It was a relief as much as it was torture.
Sara kept her eyes screwed shut; she couldn’t look at Brook. She couldn’t bear to watch as her friend powdered her dripping pussy. She couldn’t pretend she was anywhere else either, as she was lifted up and a fresh diaper slid under her. She was assaulted by the smell of baby powder, the sound of her crinkling diaper, the feel of soft padding pressed up against her most sensitive flesh.
“See? Easy peasy.”
Sara opened her eyes. They were staring down at her, Sean with that smug smile on his face while he patted her freshly diapered crotch, and Brook, her eyes still filled with pity, but now with a tint of shame in her big, doe eyes.
“Goodnight, baby girl.” Sean leaned over and kissed Sara on the forehead. After a nudge from their captor, Brook leaned into the crib as well. Sara could feel her lips, wrapped around the wet knot of her cleave gag, against her hot, flushed forehead.
“Sleep tight.” He lifted the side of the crib back into place, caging the helpless girl once more.
Brook looked over her shoulder as Sean lead her out of the nursery, mewling apologetically into her gag at her friend. They turned out the light and shut the door. Sara was again left helpless, bound, gagged, and diapered. Only now she was also very, very frustrated and horny.
It was going to be a long night.