I replied to the kiss with spitting, as I wanted to spite the beast that seemed to be making a mockery out of me. I was annoyed, and very much angry at the current circumstances.

The plushie giggled and started to bounce you up down, not even registering your reaction. “Aww, does the little baby love mommy so much he can’t even respond without drooling?”

"What are you talking about!?" I shouted, "I clearly spat at you, you should be angry at least!"

I tried to look over at the pan to see what was in it. I was glad I had at least remained in my current original clothes, and that she seemed to be making solid food. Maybe this insanity wouldn't go any further?

The contents of the pan seemed to be scrambled eggs, as it was potentially one of the easiest things someone could make without anyone being upset by it. Yet she didn’t seem to mind your reaction one bit.

“Awww, my wittle kitty is a babble brain, isn’t he?~ You probably want some yum yums in your tummy, don’t you?~”

I decided to take drastic measures to get the stuffed abomination to leave me alone. I kicked at the plate, causing it to shatter on the floor, broken ceramics mixing with the scrambled eggs, making it inedible.

From where she was standing, it must've looked like the temper tantrum of someone who wasn't a year old.

She giggled and just held you close in her arms, sighing softly. Well, it was worth a try to get you to eat, she thought.

“I guess you aren’t hungry yet, huh. That’s okay, sweetie pie. We’ll just have to get you in some cute clothes first and then get you some milkies.”

I grinned for a moment. Having the plushie be disappointed instead of toxically positive felt like a victory, though I didn't know how long it would last. I smirked all the way back to my room, not noticing the broom and dustpan moving on their own.

As you were brought to the room again, you were soon put into the crib again, but this time, a top was placed on to really keep you in while your new mommy looked in the wardrobe.

“My, we’re going to have to pick out the cutest outfits for my little kitty, aren’t we? Let’s see here…this onesie, no…a basic sleeper, no…where’s the cutest thing for my little baby butt?”

As I tried to push the lid of the crib up, I noticed a sudden twinge in my bladder. I tried to get up and alert the Jaguar, but... I hit my head, fell onto my back on the crib, and started to wet myself, and the sheets.

As she started to pick out what you should wear, she could vaguely hear the noise of the sheets being wet, and smiled. Maybe you weren’t so difficult to control.