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*I watch as the hand that fed you attempts to burp you, but it mostly comes out as a coughing fit. Must have gone down the wrong pipe or something. I take another spoonful of applesauce, offered too me by the glove attending me, as I watch your glove try to tickle your chin and ruffle your hair a little.*

...But, you hardly seem to care.* "*gulp* Hey, brat? Something wrong? Do you sees a bugs?" I ask. There had to be a reason why you were just staring off into space. As the last scoop of applesauce is put in it's rightful place (my waiting mouth) I sigh with contentment - that hit the spot! :3. The tray is removed, and I'm brought down by the hands, both of them having already put aside their designated utensils. As my feet hit the ground, I start to toddle over to you.*

"Hey, uhh... Hello? Don't ignores Mama!" I grumble. *I finally make it over to the restrained changing table, the hand having given up on changing your gloomy demeanor. The hand, as if I called too it, floats to the floor, waiting for me to step on it. As I climb aboard, I'm lifted up slightly and allowed to crawl onto your changing mat.*

*From this distance... You look different. The look in your eyes isn't one of defiance, but degradation. It's as if you'd had a hundred time-outs back to back, and I can't help but feel a little concerned. Shaking the thought, what was I thinking? Certainly you were just waiting for me to drop my guard so you could spank me again, or something...But...*

*I crawl over too you, just in front of your lap. I stay on my hands and knees, looking up into your face - not a happy face, or even really a sad one...It was more blank than anything, like you'd fallen asleeps with your eyes open. I look aside, I need to have an escape measure. My eyes flicker, and some hands appear behind you, staying out of your view and hiding slightly - just in case you made a move.*

"Ummms... Baby Zacky? Is yous okaies?" *I ask, looking up into your face with a puzzled, yet intentionally adorable expression. If this was a trick, surely he'd make a move.*

[Ummm.... Zacky? Are you okay, fwiend? ;_;...]

After I get bottled fed I start coughing as one of the hands smacks my back I let out a gulp of air and the coughing stops

The I watch as the gloves try to humor me but to no avail I just shyly go back to being a naughty baby in my mind and continue telling myself that, " mes a bad baby and Mingle is momma now so me doesn't care about myself anymore and Mingle is my boss "

And as I sit in my restraints with my long hair covering my face I kinda look like a medieval prisoner sitting in a dungeon.

*I watch your adorable, yet futile, discussion with the glove before it pushes the bottle into your mouth. After the subtle sulking you'd been doing, to hear the sounds of rushing liquids and squeaking latex was a sort of blessing. Yet the words you spoke... What where they about? I shrug it off. He's trying to out-play me, mind games and all. Daddy did that to me once to get me to eat strained peas, and it was icky!*

*Suddenly I feel a gripping at my waist, looking down to see gloves pulling me up. I look to my left to see a very ornate high-chair sitting next to me, beautifully painted, and had carving inlays to boot. It even said "Princess Mingle" on the headrest, stitched into the soft looking cushion.*

*The gloves rest me down into the comfy seat, having me positioned to overlook your feeding, as a tray is locked to the chair in front of me. Of course, the chair has no restraints or annoying guards built in, why would it need such crude constructs with all of these gloves about? A pair of gloves descends down to me, tying a silky looking bib around my chin in dainty fashion. Lastly, a pair of hands approach from the side, carrying a large silver platter with a cover. It's lifted to a scrumptious looking bowl of applesauce, and the tray is garnished with apple slices placed in little fans on both sides.*

*As the plate is placed in front of me, I go to look around for a spoon. Of course, a hand snaps it's fingers and holds up a decorated silver spoon, causing me to clap excitedly. I had to admit, even Daddy didn't put on such a show during snackies! As per my previous request, a tiny little hand with an even smaller shaker comes out, sprinkling a tiny bit of extra cinnamon directly onto the top of the applesauce before zooming out of view.*

*All of the hands vanish save for two: The one holding the spoon, and another that was holding a handkerchief, which looked almost as silky as my bib. The spoon enters the applesauce, and is then brought up to my mouth. I take it, eagerly... It's delicious! Definitely the best applesauce I've ever eaten.*

*As I greedily eat another bite of the tasty treat, I glance up to remember that you're over there being fed an oversized bottle. I giggle between bites as I watch you attempt to suck it down, only half way now, but already looking a little full. "Hehe, got what ya' bargained for over there, sweetie? Eat up, and you're welcome!" *I chirp merrily, feeling happy about myself. The glove feeding me apparently loses focus for a second, because the next spoonful of applesauce that comes my way gets on the side of my face a little.*

"Hey, what's that for?" I whine. *The 'kerchiefed hand simply floats over and rubs the AWOL sauce from my face, and I resume my meal. I see you're about down to the last fifth of the bottle, as I shift in my highchair a little, crossing my legs and leaning back like spoiled royalty. "Hehehe, drinky drinky, baby drinks! Wetsy, wetsy, baby stinks!!" *I chuckle to myself. Giving you what you deserved felt good... but in a naughty sort of way. Daddy would think that the meanie head baby would deserves to be punished, right?*

*I hear a sharp sound as I look down, the bowl was being moved away from me. I wasn't finished yet!* "Hey! Give that back, I no done!" I demand. *The hand holding the spoon seemingly flicks it, causing it to fall on what looks like a ring of measuring spoons. It holds up an identical spoon that wasn't there before, in fact, the ring wasn't there a moment ago either...I ponder the reasonings for this event. From the opening in the feeding glove a small, unlabeled green jar floats down and twists open, the new spoon put in. It brings it closer to my face...*

*It gets a big lob of it out onto the spoon, the green goo not looking nearly as appetizing as the applesauce, now sitting in the hand of the 'kerchief hand, who's still holding the hankie between it's pinky and third fingers.* "Wha, hey! I no said I want...that... I want applesauce! Apple-smmm!" *The spoon is pressed into my demanding maw, and I taste the familiar flavor of strained peas. Icky!! The glove sort of pushes the goo into the back of my mouth with my tongue, forcing me to swallow it down to my begrudging expression.* "Gross! *spit sounds* Eww! You no - Mrrrghrhph!?" *Another spoonful, another expertly deposited glob of peas. I try to recoil into the headrest, but it doesn't do much for getting away from the intruding spoon. As it leaves my lips again, I'm teary eyed. What in the name of naptime was going on here?*

"Hey...listen you! You see these bracelets? They mean if I no want yucky peas, I no need - Mrrrghph...." I'm cut off again by another spoonful. I surrender, seeing the jar only has another two left.* "Bleck... FINE, but...but I'm tellin' the fairies!" I threaten. *My threats fall on deaf latex, as the glove finishes feeding me the jar, causing me to grimace with each bite. After all of that's done, and the jar's seemingly put away back into the glove, the spoon vanishes with a poof, leaving only the previous spoon from before. The applesauce dish is brought back to my tray, alongside a spoonful of the sweet mash.*

*I nom down on the spoon, the apple flavor my saving grace from the abhorrent peas. The cinnamon tart flavor washes over my taste buds, and I'm freed. I glance up again for the first time since my brief ordeal at you, who's just finished the bottle and is now sucking on a little air. I see the hand pop the bottle from your mouth, and set it down - it vanishes almost instantly.*

I watch as the bottle comes towards me and I shyly say, " me isn't hungry no need to feed poor old baby Zaky especially since Zaky is a bad baby and all "

Just then the bottle is forced into my mouth and I try to not suck on it but after a minute of fighting it I cave in and drink the baba dry .

( I be right back restroom break )

*I heard an audible grumbling, and I look down at my stomach. It'd been a little while since I'd had that bottle, but it's not me... I look over at you, and see you've dried up your tears a little. The hunch is a dead giveaway...*

"Is Mama's wittew baby hungies?" *I spout as I hop up from my cushioned chair. I make my way over to you, as you turn to me.* "I thinks he is! Yesh he is." I pat your leg, since it's the closest thing I can get too from this height.*

*I clap my hands this time, like a noble calling her maid, and in turn a few hands pop up. Feeling rather hungry myself, I decide I want a snack while they're at it.* "Prepare a bottle for itty bitty baby, and I would like applesauce...with extra cinnamon!" I order. *The hands comply as two of them press together as if swearing an oath in a courtroom, opening to reveal a large bottle like the one I'd had earlier between them. One of those hands grabs it, and shakes it onto the non-existent wrist of the other. Nothing comes out, but regardless the checker glove gives the check-ee glove the big 'O.K.' signal that it's a fair temperature to be served. One of the gloves stays with the bottle, bringing it closer to you, while the other joins a small group of them reading something in the middle of the room.*

"Stop!" *I bark. The hand, inching closer to you, ceases, setting the bottle down and turns to face me.* "...That looks like an awfully hungry baby to me, wouldn't you agree?" *In response, the hand whips around a finger, causing the bottle to grow. I see it, but it still doesn't seem... fitting. If the baby wanted to eat, then he'd eat!*

*The hand goes to pick up the bottle, flinching as I tell it to stop once again.* "No no no, more! I want the baby to be good and full." *The hand splits in two, like a cell, forming two gloves. Both of those gloves do a gesture as if 'crossing their arms', but I pay it no heed. I simply gesture with a thumb, bouncing up to indicate bigger still. The gloves turn into a shrug gesture, and recombine into the one singular glove. Again, it swishes it's finger and the bottle grows again - now a little over double the size it started.*

"Good, yes that much!" I say dis-compassionately. *The hand then grows to match the size of the bottle, still needing to be able to carry it, and begins to move it towards your mouth at a deliberately slow speed...*

[Those restraints are padded for comfort, so as to not hurt the wittew baby. You may want to change that bit...]

After I get changed again I lay on the table with an emotionless look on my face as i struggle a little bit with the restraints.

Then as my belly rumbles I try to hide it from you since I feel that your not gonna anything anyhow

[Ohs! Okaies! I'll go read up and try to get back into the mind set. You should go do the same, of courses. I'll wait for your reply. ]

Well mes was thinking about getting back into the RP again

[Fank yew! *^_^*

Ummms... Sos... Whats to talks abouts nows?]

OK me won't tell me promise