So, interrupt something did, as for what, the audible knocking for a room over was a good enough indicator. The noise bringing the previously lost smile back onto Rebecca’s face, whoever was at the door would help her, surely. They’d make her mother stop her strange actions and go back to how she’d been before, kind, loving, well, motherly. Though, there was a slight hiccup in those expectations, what with Jennifer’s face being nothing like the sort one might have if they were confused, rather, the grin plastered on her face was much like one of happiness instead. If of the sort that fed on another’s despair.
Thus, as could be predicted, the mother only gave a short, “One moment dear.” as she went over to the door, not forgetting to shove another spoonful in her child’s mouth before she did.
With that, the four-year-old was left to ponder, not being capable of much else given her bindings, and possibly worry about just who it was at the door. Though it was obvious that it was nothing good, she’d have been set free in any other case after all, yet still, just who could it be at the door, none of her mother’s friends were like this, as far as Rebecca knew of course, but then who was left? Well, admittedly it didn’t really matter, the poor four-year-old wasn’t likely to be freed or help by anyone her captor went to see with such a pleased attitude. Mentally grumbling about her horrid situation, she waited, dreaded, for her parent’s return, all the more anxious about who the new arrival would be.
Unfortunately, the toddler was stuck facing that person in only a few minutes, the light conversation between the two friends momentarily coming to an end, the pair did need to get on with what they planned to. For what that happened to be, it wasn’t too different from what had been preceding the arrival, it still involved stuffing the girls they had nearby as much as would prove doable, not to mention as often as they could manage to do it, stomach capacities permitting of course. Still, there should be some introduction of who that collaborator was.
For starters, they, she, was a woman, one roughly around Jennifer’s age at that, if possibly a tad younger. She didn’t stand on ceremony though, explaining her presence to the girl after a short chat with her partner.
“Hey there dearie, I’m Rachel, a friend of your mom’s. And just like her, I’m disappointed by how little meat you have on your bones, just look at you. You can barely even fill such a small chair, but don’t worry your little head about it, I’m sure we’ll be able to fix that up quickly.”
“But I like how I am.”
“I’m sorry dear,” the woman continued, soon losing her friendliness, “though I guess I should remind you. We never asked for your opinion, okay?”
“W-Why?”
“What do you mean why? You’ll look so much cuter when we’re done. For the moment though, we’ll have to work on your eating. And please, don’t bother trying to wiggle away, alright?”
Expectably, the intended victim wasn’t about to just simply agree, though really, that implies the toddler was even given a chance to. Rather than the reality of a slice of cake being pushed against, and into, her mouth, having been taken from the frosted good sitting in the middle of the table. To her credit, Rebecca still did as expected, trying to twist her head and mouth away from the food, but there were issues with that, as anyone could anticipate. One of those problems was Rachel’s seeming... experience with the activity, odd that may be. For where that conclusion came from, it would be the unexpectedly practiced nature of the woman’s actions, either where she gripped her victim’s chin when they attempted to turn away, or the immediate decisions to pinch the child’s side whenever the next bite was refused. Uncaring toward the discomfort it plainly brought the girl.
As for what the girl’s mother had occupied herself with, it was simply her youngest, the purely cooperative baby more than happy to chug down the bottle she was fed. Not that the situation was anything new for Kiekie, she’d been enjoying it ever since the activity had started happening, even if she had no reason to remember when exactly that was. Still, at least one of the two daughters relished in the experience, though Jennifer knew that was probably in part due to purely how young the girl was, it was easy to love something when never shown an alternative after all. And the woman knew that it’d stay that way, her parenting plans for her precious piglet obviously didn’t involve any physical activity, aside from eating and a potential bit of affectionate bonding of course.
In the end, the situation went on for somewhat of a while, Jennifer satisfying one of her daughters while her friend filled the other. On that note, the mother might’ve felt worried if not for where she’d found Rachel, but with the documentation of her experience, she felt no reason to doubt the other’s sense, she was, first and foremost, the amateur for the moment. Regardless, both of them were enjoying their time, the new addition still having her fun poking and prodding Rebecca’s sensitive flesh, even though the child was past the point of being too full to resist, left merely sitting there, bound at the limbs as evermore food was pushed down her throat, merely moaning as the resulting ache only increased.
Clearly though, it all had to stop at some point, a restriction led by the disappointingly small amount that constituted the max capacity of the two girls, with even Kiekie having to stop eating after a decent while. Now, the other two women left unoccupied, they decided to get on with their next intention, the two girls’ home lives were about to change quite a bit after all.
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