You open your mouth to scream "Give me back my wallet!" but all that comes out is a whiny: "Me want Wa Wa!"
"Awwe," She cooes, as she begins carrying you along. "Baby thirsty?"
You shake your head violently in protest, and try to speak out, but all the comes out is some incoherent baby noises-what is happening to you!
You try to struggle free of her grasp, but she holds you tight.
A few moments later, she sits down with you on a massive love seat-where did THAT come from???
Then, she takes out a massive baby bottle full of water-by this point, you are beggining to accept the fact that, around here, things often just appear out of nowhere.
Next, craddling you against her bosoms, she begins to gently guide the nipple of the bottle towards your face.
"Come on, Sweety, time for your ba ba
When you try to turn your face away, she grabs your head and firmly turns you back towards the bottle.
As the tip of the nipple reaches your lips, you find that for some reason, you can't help but take it in, and begin suckling it like a baby, even as you feel a deep sense of embarrassment at doing so. Several minutes later, the bottle is finally finished, and you sigh in relief that this humiliating experience is finally over-or so you thought!
"Awwe, did Baby enjoy her wa wa?" She cooes. You groan inwardly at her misinterpretation of the word "wallet." "Now, Baby needs to drink her Milkies to grow up big and strong!"
And so, a second bottle is promptly brought your lips, and you are forced to endure yet another humiliating bottle feeding as she holds you in her arms.
Finally, it's over, but you are bound for a further humilation, as she slings you over her shoulder, and begins patting you firmly on the back-she's burping you!
As embarrassing as it was being bottle fed, this is far worse, especially when you finally let out a loud, distinct, *BELCH!*
You blush bright red with humiliation, as "Mommy" praises you for being a "good baby"
"Now then, I think Baby needs a nap!"
She says, carrying you away again, until she comes to a giant baby crib.
She lays you down, and tucks you in tight, before popping a pacifier in your mouth.
"Now, here's your pacifier, but just call Mommy if you need her," She says, indicating another baby monitor beside the crib.
She kisses you on the forehead and walks away.
Once she is gone, you struggle to undo the covers, but they're far too tight. Finally, you resign yourself to your fate, and eventually fall asleep from boredom. You awaken some time later, finding your pacifier gone, and to your shock, your diaper is not only wet, but messy, too!
It feels Soooo uncomfortable. If you lie here much longer, you may get a diaper rash. Looking over at the baby monitor, you consider calling Mommy, but hesitate; the baby monitor is what started all this, and it seems like lately, every time you talk, your situation, and your speech, get worse and worse.
Still, is it really worth getting diaper rash over?
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