It was when Sara needed Brook’s attention the most that Sean wouldn’t let her have her mommy.

“Mommy and daddy have to get ready for their big day,” Sean told her as he fastened her into the bouncer.

She hated the bouncer. Sara was small, but even still, just scaling up a baby bouncer meant for toddlers did not translate to a comfortable device for an adult of her size. Sara’s uncontrollable sobbing ratcheted up into full blown hysterics as she found herself trapped in the hated contraption, stuck in a perpetual limbo between balancing her weight on her tippy toes and resting her weight on her diapered crotch.

“If you keep throwing a tantrum, you won’t get to be our flower girl at the wedding,” Sean threatened.

Sara kicked her feet, bouncing faster, banging her mittened fists against her thighs. She was throwing a tantrum, and she didn’t fucking care. He wanted to treat her like a baby, so she deserved to act like one. She wailed into her pacifier and shook her head, her pigtails slapping against her face. She didn’t want to be their flower girl.

“If that isn’t enough incentive,” Sean grabbed the elastic cords suspending Sara off the ground, holding her still as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’ll make her your wet nurse. She’d make a good cow just as easily as a dog.” He guided Sara’s gaze to Kelsey, who had stiffened in her dog bed. “And then no more time with mommy for you.”

In her distress, she’d forgotten the cardinal rule of their new life. He could always make it worse. Above all, he had proven that he could make their lives so much worse.

Sara got her crying tamped down to a sniffle as she settled back on her toes, suckling her pacifier for comfort.

“Good girl,” he said, pinching her cheek. “Now you two play nice while we get ready.”

Sara gripped the straps of her bouncer as best as she could with her mittened hands for balance as she watched him leave the two of them alone. Her eyes flicked to Kelsey, who got up and crawled along the base of the couch. Kelsey leaned her head down, pawing at her face, and when she looked back up, her bone gag was dangling around her neck.

“Sara,” Kelsey whispered.

Sara wasn’t sure when Kelsey had figured out how to take her gag out, but she’d seen her do it a few times, having frantic, hushed conversations with Brook before she popped her gag back in.

“Sara!” Kelsey hissed.

“Mmmph?” she moaned through her pacifier, her eyes glued to the door, expecting Sean to come back at any moment.

“We have a few minutes,” Kelsey whispered, “Just spit out your damn pacifier.”

Sara shook her head, sucking harder on her silencer. A few days ago, as a reward for being a good girl, Sean had taken the strap off of her pacifier, on the condition that she not spit it out once an adult had put it in her mouth. It was nice, not having the uncomfortable strap digging into her neck and cheeks, not having the hard plastic shield crushing her lips. There had been no threat of a punishment if she didn’t obey, only the promise of a treat if she was a good girl.

“I need to talk to you!” Kelsey hissed.

Sara looked from her friend to the door and back, pacifier still firmly in her mouth.

Kelsey watched the door for a second as well, head cocked to the side, listening. The house was quiet. “I need to know if you can get your mittens off.”

Sara stared at her mittens. A simple loop of fabric pulled through a pair of D rings kept them snug around her wrists. Brook or Sean would take them off of her for bath time, and they were relatively easy to remove, provided you had use of your fingers.

“He watches Brook too closely, and mine,” Kelsey held up one of her own hands, shaking it, jangling the padlock locking the heavy-duty PVC paws encasing her fists. “Aren’t coming off without a key.”

Sara adjusted her grip on the straps of her bouncer, staring at her mittens. It wouldn’t be that hard, potentially, to pick at the straps with her teeth. But that would require spitting out her pacifier.

“Waugh?” she tried to ask.

Kelsey’s eyes narrowed. “So we can escape,” she growled.

“Waugghht nnowww?”

“No, not right now. I just need to know when the time comes you can be useful.”

“Auuumm yooffulll!” she garbled, bouncing a little in frustration.

“Prove it!”

Sara stared at her mittens, eyeing the door out of the corner of her eye. She could hold the pacifier with one hand, and then work on the strap of the other mitten with her teeth. While balancing in the bouncer. Before he came back. And just pray that he wasn’t watching the cameras.

She balanced on her toes in precarious indecision for a long time, far longer than she intended to, and when she looked back down, she realized that Kelsey had worked her own gag back between her teeth and had retreated to her dog bed, where she was staring off into space, not paying any attention to Sara at all, probably plotting a new escape plan that didn’t require her aid.

She didn’t want to be useless. Sara had no desire to be a helpless, diapered baby. But for all the torture he put Kelsey through, Kelsey hadn’t experienced what Sara had. It was better being the baby. Better than having him rape her. Better than what Brook had to deal with on a daily basis.

He’d given her the opportunity to save her love, to be the heroine of her stories and protect the beautiful damsel in distress. She could have done the noble thing and taken Brook’s place, but she preferred to be a helpless baby than spare her friend that torture. Sara knew that about herself now, and she could never unknow it. Every time she sat in Brook’s lap, nursing from her breasts as she stared up at the woman she loved, she had to acknowledge the truth about herself that Sean had revealed.

She was helpless.

And she preferred it that way.

Sara bit down harder into the rubber nipple occupying her mouth, as if trying to chew through her soother. It wasn’t very soothing right now. She gripped the straps suspending her from the ceiling tighter as she bounced in a silent tantrum. Even as she expressed her fury at her situation, she could feel a little bit of pee escape her weakened bladder into her already wet diaper. He had made her so pathetic, reduced her so low in such a short amount of time. The angry girl shook her head violently back and forth, her pigtails swishing through the air and smacking into her cheeks.

She was going to do it. Whatever Kelsey needed; she was prepared to do it. Slowly her jaw unclenched as she steeled herself for what she had to do. All she had to do was catch the pacifier as she spit it out and she could tuck it into the harness of the bouncer while she chewed at the straps of her mittens. She didn’t have a plan for after that, but she needed to know she could do it, not just that she was physically capable of the action, but that she could still resist her captor.

Sara’s lips opened, her tongue pushing at the big rubber bulb. Kelsey wasn’t even watching, but she didn’t care. This was for her.

“Alright baby girl, let’s get you ready.”

Sara squeaked, sucking her pacifier back into her mouth and slamming both mittened fists to her mouth just in case. She looked over her shoulder, her guilt all over her face.

Sean walked up to her and pulled her hands down from her face. “Good girl,” he said, tapping the front of her pacifier.

Sara’s eyes flicked to the camera mounted in the corner, and then back to his face, studying his expression. Did he know? Had he been watching the whole time, just waiting to see if she’d work up the courage to try something? Or was it just dumb luck?

“Up you go.” He grabbed her under her arms and lifted her off her feet. Reflexively, Sara wrapped her arms around her neck as she was picked up out of the hated bouncer. He hoisted her up easily in his strong arms and squeezed her diapered bottom. “Let’s get you changed.”

Sara blushed, peering over his shoulder. Of course, Kelsey was watching now, at the height of her humiliation, sucking her pacifier, her arms and legs wrapped around their captor while he carried her off to change her diaper.

“We’ve got such a cute dress for you,” he teased as he took her into her nursery and laid her down on the changing table. “You’re going to make such an adorable flower girl for mommy and daddy’s wedding.”

The straps were no longer necessary; they hadn’t been for some time. She didn’t resist while he untaped her diaper. Her little squirms while he wiped her were more cute than effectual. Sara was just grateful for the thin barrier of the baby wipe between his flesh and hers, even more so when he pulled a fresh diaper up between her legs. She gasped into her pacifier as she felt him press something up against her hairless pussy, but before she could look and see what it was, he was already taping the humiliating garment snugly across her hips.

“Mommy and daddy might be a little preoccupied to change you tonight,” he said, taking out another diaper. “Best to make sure you have extra protection.”

Sara couldn’t help but imagine what her captor and her crush might be preoccupied doing as he put another diaper over top of her first. Their wedding and marriage might not be real, but she had no doubt Sean had very real plans to consummate it with his captive bride. And all Sara had to look forward to was a night locked up in her crib with whatever he’d put in her very thick diapers.

“It might be a late morning too,” he said with a devious smile as he triple diapered her, savoring her pitiful moans. “And now the very pretty dress for our adorable little flower girl!”

It was a cute dress, or at least it would have been on a toddler. Sara felt ridiculous, adorned in silk ribbons and ruffles, the puffy, frilly lace skirt not even coming close to covering her thick diapers. She stood shakily on her feet in front of the mirror, her legs spread wide by the bulky padding between her thighs. Apart from when she was in her bouncer, Sean always put her in booties with spikes lining the soles that forced her to crawl, and she hadn’t walked or even stood on her own in…

She didn’t know how many days she’d been a prisoner. She’d been keeping track for a while, but at some point, she’d stopped counting. She’d lost track of how long it had been since she was free, since she was treated like an adult, since she didn’t have a pacifier in her mouth and a diaper between her legs.

Sara started to cry. Sean reached around from behind, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby girl. You want to be beautiful today. It’s a very special day.”

She suckled on her pacifier, trying to stem the flow of tears as she rubbed her mittens across her eyes, but she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop crying, she couldn’t keep her diapers dry, she couldn’t count or keep track of time. He’d turned her into a baby. It had been so easy for him to reduce her to a helpless infant.

Sara expected Sean to punish her for her failure to get her emotions under control, but if anything, he seemed pleased. He wanted her to be a baby, and this is what came with it. Her daddy let her sob softly while he picked her up and carried her outside. He’d mowed an aisle into the lawn leading to an archway at the edge of the yard. It would be a romantic place to have a wedding under any other circumstance. Sara sat in the grass where he put her, waiting for the wedding of her former roommate and crush who she was thinking of more and more subconsciously as her mommy, and their kidnapper. She didn’t have a shock collar like Kelsey, but she wasn’t going anywhere; a helpless little girl like her wouldn’t last long in the woods all by herself. By the time Sean returned, she’d run out of tears to cry. Through red rimmed eyes, she watched as Sean returned, leading Kelsey on her leash. Fresh purple bows had been tied in her friend’s hair above her ears and at the base of her tail. A small black box had been tied to the back of her collar with the same purple ribbon. It made sense; if Sara was to be the flower girl at this sham wedding, then Kelsey would be the ring bearer. Kelsey gave her a pitying look and then sat on her haunches, staring straight ahead while Sean unclipped her leash.

“You two know what to do,” he said, handing Sara a basket of flower petals. Music was playing softly from the house, beautiful and orchestral. Both girls nodded, watching their captor walk down the aisle to wait for them. Sara looked at Kelsey, but Kelsey was refusing to acknowledge anything. She glanced back over her shoulder at the house. The back door was open, but there was no sign of Brook yet. Sara hoped that maybe Brook had taken the opportunity to run. She herself wasn’t so lucky. The thing inside her diapers came to life, vibrating persistently against her pussy. That was her cue.

Sara climbed unsteadily to her feet, taking the first toddling, shaky steps forwards. Even if she weren’t triple diapered, she would have struggled to walk on her weakened legs the twenty yards to the makeshift altar. Her difficulties were only magnified when she tried to scatter her flower petals, only realizing how impossible of a task was that when she dipped her mittened hand into the basket and realized she couldn’t accurately grab anything. The helpless flower girl sloppily scattered a few petals before she stumbled and fell, and under Sean’s satisfied smile she resorted to crawling the rest of the way.

“Good girl,” he praised her quietly when she reached him, patting her on the head and rewarding her by turning up the intensity of her vibrator with his phone.

Sara sat splay-legged at his feet, trying not to think about how good the toy inside her diapers felt while she watched Kelsey trot down the aisle. Despite her equally ludicrous outfit, Kelsey somehow managed to look almost dignified as she briskly made her way to them on all fours like a dog. Kelsey accepted her praise stoically when Sean took the rings from her collar and turned to face the house next to Sara.

“Here Comes the Bride” started playing. Sara found herself holding her breath. Part of her still hoped that maybe Brook wouldn’t come through that door, that she wouldn’t walk down the aisle to be with their kidnapper. But as Sara’s mittened hands found their way between her legs, trying to manipulate the teasing toy through the layers of thick padding, she realized she was dying to see how beautiful Brook looked.

The bride was even more stunning than Sara could have imagined. Her mommy walked out of the house in the most beautiful wedding dress Sara had ever seen. It was perfect on her, a mix of elegant and sexy. It was almost distracting enough to draw attention from the forced smile on her face. Even under the veil and immaculate makeup, Sara knew the smile was fake. She could read the misery in her eyes. Brook was not enjoying herself, even as Sean forced Sara to enjoy watching it, the vibrator buzzing faster against her wet pussy. She moaned into her pacifier, pressing her hands harder against her diapers, half trying to make the vibrations stop, half trying to push the device deeper.

“You look beautiful,” Sean said as Brook reached him, walking right past Sara and Kelsey.

“Thank you. You look handsome,” Brook replied, taking his hands.

Sara bit harder into her pacifier, trying to stifle an involuntary moan as the vibrator picked up speed. It would not be good to interrupt the ceremony. She rubbed her mittens slowly up and down over her thickly padded crotch, trying to ignore the distinct crinkling noises.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Brook was just nodding. There were advantages to always being gagged, Sara thought, sucking harder on her pacifier while she rubbed faster. She didn’t have to worry about pretending to love this man who had kidnapped them, stolen their lives from them and molded them into the roles he wanted them to play. All she had to do was play her role, and maybe, if she was quiet, she could rub out an orgasm before she ended up strapped down and completely helpless in her crib for the rest of the night.

“Brook, I promise to take care of you, to keep you safe, as my wife,” Sean was saying. He had the rings out. The toy in Sara’s diaper felt so good. A small voice in her head was horrified at her actions, screaming at her that her best friend, her crush, was standing two feet from her, about to be wed to a psychopath. She should be doing something. She was doing something. Cumming was a very rare treat, and she was going to take advantage of the opportunity, no matter the circumstances. It’s not like she could do anything else.

“Sean, I promise to be your loyal, obedient wife. I vow to serve you and make you happy,” Brook was saying, her voice wavering.

Sara shut her eyes. The rustle of her diaper got louder as she worked her mittened hands faster. She focused on that sound, and her own heavy breathing, trying to drown out the words, but knowing that as long as they were still speaking, Sean would be too focused on his wedding to turn the vibrator off and take this from her. If she opened her eyes, she’d be able to see them, kissing above her, and Kelsey’s hateful, judgment-filled stares. Sara imagined she was somewhere else. She tried to picture herself on a beach, the warm sun beating down on her body. But even as she looked down in her fantasy, she was still wearing a diaper, the persistent crinkle bringing the humiliating padding she’d become accustomed to into her most private thoughts. Her brow furrowed and she dug her teeth into her pacifier, trying to imagine something better, something normal. What were her fantasies even like before Sean had taken them? She could scarcely remember. But then there was Brook. She was smiling in her fantasy, a real smile, full of love and tenderness while she rubbed the front of Sara’s diaper for her.

“I want to be with you, forever,” Brook said, her words seeping into Sara’s fantasy. “I love you.”

Sara’s pacifier couldn’t stifle her scream as she came in her diaper.

“I love you too,” Sean said.

Sara opened her eyes. Sean was putting the ring on Brook’s finger, and he paused, looking down at Sara. He smiled her. “We’re going to be one, big, happy family.”