[MingleMonster]

Julia couldn’t help but think about the report she’d gotten from Tristin, about how this was less of a mistake and more of an opportunity to harbor humans in a place like this... If that was the case then escape would be difficult, maybe even impossible. ‘No, you can’t think like that!’ She had to convince herself, otherwise she might give up hope and just accept that she was now stuck being a baby for some giant people’s amusement... These thoughts were a bit easier to push back as they focused on their escape and all of the embarrassments that came with it - Julia thought she was going to explode when she heard Tristin muttering about keeping to himself, knowing that he meant being up her dress while she got at the knob... She tried not to think about how wobbling back made her bottom press against something and that something must have been Tristin’s face, though she was still completely clean and smelled nice at least...

The thoughts of hopelessness returned with the discovery that their escape route was nowhere to be found and exacerbated by their discovery and following capture by one of the big ladies. “Enough, let us go! We’re not babies, we’re not! Can’t you see!?” She whined as she kicked about, entirely unable to do much of anything with how she was being held, not wanting to strike her but definitely wanting to voice her discomfort.

Being brought into the kitchen for the first time made Julia’s mouth open wide as she looked around in wonder like a curious child, watching all of the different hands as they helped to prepare something marvelously scented, but Julia doubted it was for the two of them. The caretaker’s spoke, Abymo dismaying their capture and Tazail explaining her piece about reading the tale as if it would make everything better but neither of the ‘babies’ had a clue - They just continued to struggle as they were carried through to what looked like a living room parlor separated from the kitchen by cupboards in an open divider design that made the two rooms seamlessly breathe into one another.

Julia wasn’t admiring the clever design of the home after she got over the awe that was this kitchen of theirs, resuming her wiggling and fighting as she heard Tristin’s complaints elevate from being handed over to the other woman, the two of them splitting the fussiness. He practically shoved the lady’s hand away when she tried to rub his cheek and this inspired Julia to stand up for herself more as she considered what she could do to try and work her way out of these lady’s clutches. She began to struggle all the harder, really trying to make things difficult for Abymo as she kicked and crinkled, not caring how fluttery her struggling made her dress or how loud it made her baby pants - Freedom required sacrifice and sometimes that sacrifice was dignity. “I’ve had enough of you big dumb - eh!?” She fussed but stopped with a quick gasp, being turned a bit in Abymo’s arms to receive two quick rough pats on her bottom that stung just enough to get the girl’s attention. Julia has only ever felt humiliated and demeaned in the holds of these ladies but for the first time she was hurt in a different way, even if it was just a mild pat on the bottom... She could tell that there wasn’t any energy being put into those pats and they were just meant to warn, which made Julia anxious about what a real punishment would feel like...

“Hey... You need to calm down little girl. You could have kicked me just now.” Abymo turned Julia to face her, giving her a stern look that only further dampened the fighting spirit within Julia. For just a moment Julia felt this woman’s pressure and in return felt like a little kid being scolded... She never thought she’d relate to that feeling so hard before now. The caretakers discussed something while Julia shared a look with Tristin before both of them shot glances at the cupboards as they started to move all on their own, unfolding in a rather interesting fold out style to end up as a pair of high chairs with the cushions of them even inflating a bit once everything was done, creating a safe and comfy seat for babies...

The very not baby Julia notes that these were undoubtedly for the two of them and despite her worries over escalating the caretaker holding her began to struggle around again, but this didn’t seem to do much for her. “Come on, let us have at least something.” She whined, watching Tristin get strapped in first by Tazail before Julia would join him on her turn. Being set down in the high chair, Julia notes just how cushy her seat was between her diaper and the fluffy stain proof cushions beneath her bottom and supporting her back - She was surrounded by comfort and yet she felt particularly uncomfortable. Abymo hardly had to do anything as she just seemed to press some buttons and attempt to keep Julia calm while the chair did it’s work of connecting it’s own harness pieces together and tightening them up to keep Julia from slipping out, being particular about the last strap it tightened between her legs which dug into her diapered crotch quite snuggly before it finished tightening, making the girl’s blush deepen a bit as she squirmed which from just that little movement told her that was a poor idea if she was trying to avoid making things harder on herself.

Eventually Abymo stepped back and the thing was able to finish, bringing the tray closed around her and even the mechanical arms assisted in tying some sort of big plastic bib around her neck, though ‘tie’ may be the wrong word as she heard it snap little popper buttons closed behind her head. At a minimum it didn’t secure her arms down so she couldn’t use them but she wouldn’t have put it passed something like this, Julia using both hands to cover her mouth as she shook her head in response to seeing the bowl of indiscernible mush that was set out on a sort of tray with their meals atop it in adorable looking bowls and printed bottles like what they’d been served the day before albeit smaller bottles than last time...

“Mmm-mmm...” Julia whimpered behind her hands, her pigtails bobbing back and forth as she shook her head side to side, clearly not wanting any of whatever that goop was. Her caretaker who’d scooted up a chair to feed her clearly intended to break through this little show of fussiness since otherwise the little girl would go hungry and she just couldn’t have that... “Okay baby, you have to open up for your nummies now, this right here~.” She cooed at the captive Julia, taking out a modest spoonful of the stuff and wafting it in front of the girl who actively batted at it in response, almost knocking the spoon away but Abymo managed to avoid this mess easily. “Ah ah ah, that’s naughty little girl... Hmm, how do I convince you to eat your food?” She asked in a saccharine tone to the girl as if she were trying to negotiate with her, still maintaining that baby-soothing tone as she playfully tapped her chin as if thinking.

‘Come on, leave me alone...’ Julia thought as she kept her hands firmly over her mouth, looking over at Tristin who was tickled into opening up before he got a spoonful of the stuff, expecting him to gag and spit it all out in disgust. There was a surprised sound of curiosity from her as she watched him not only avoid spitting it up but actually swallowing it down and not even in a forceful way - He even ‘chewed’ it, as much as one could chew a smooth flan-like substance. Her tummy rumbled loudly enough for Abymo to hear it at just the wrong time, Julia’s eyes drooping down a little as her face contorted into a worried look... She may just have to eat this stuff, and that made her grumbly stomach twinge.

“Jealous sweetie? Come on now, it’s not so bad...” Abymo rolled her eyes at ‘so’, clearly not a fan of the stuff herself. Abymo couldn’t blame her charges for not wanting to eat the mush but at the same time she preferred that feedings went without a fight. Julia has her wrists gently pulled at by Abymo’s hands one at a time until her mouth was exposed again, stuck in a sort of worried wobbly frown as the spoon moved closer to her mouth. “There’s a good girl. Ready to give it a try?” Abymo asked, but Julia still whimpered with her mouth closed as the spoon was brought to her lips. It only took a few sloppy presses of the stuff against her to dribble it onto her a little and the feeling of the warm substance made her shudder and struggle a little, the small kicky motions she made further reminded her of the snug embrace her diaper had on her ensnared princess parts within... It was this sort of struggling over the next half a minute that eventually made the girl whimper out from the subtle sensations and Abymo didn’t waste the opportunity to drive the spoon into Julia’s mouth, her eyes widening as she felt the stuff hit her tongue and seemingly expand on contact to the point that it hit the roof of her mouth in a matter of seconds before stopping.

Julia was sure seconds ago while she was fussing and struggling that she’d spit up as soon as this nasty stuff was in her mouth but... It was actually quite good. Remarkably so even - Although it’s texture wasn’t anything special the flavors were phenomenal - She couldn’t really tell what the taste was, it was just really good. A lot like Tristin the girl sort of mulled the mush in her mouth before swallowing, breathing a sigh of relief as she looked over at the bowl in curious anticipation, not hating the idea of having more of this mystery sauce but still not exactly onboard with the idea of being fed like a baby.

There was a conversation going on between the two caretakers about this food, both of the ‘babies’ could tell especially when Tazail took a brief sniff of Tristin’s bowl and had a momentary look of disgust on her face. Still, she collected another spoonful for the boy and moved it towards his mouth while she spoke at Abymo; Tazail’s split in attention got more of the goop on Tristin’s cheek than it did in his mouth but she didn’t seem to care - In fact she cooed at him about it afterwards. “Come now Abymo... It’s not designed for -us-, it’s made for them.” She explained the obvious to her coworker, making little giggly noises at her messy little man before collecting another spoonful of the stuff for him. “Specifically designed for humans as advertised, and I hear that the flavor never gets old since it rapidly reacts to their taste buds, even sometimes giving them a small taste of something more bitter to offset all of the good... But it should be momentary, and if anything should encourage another bite at that point.” She explained what she knew to Abymo who nodded along. “Yeah I’m sure... But that doesn’t make it any more appetizing to me.” She responded.

Julia was now openly accepting the mush, taking the spoonfuls as often as Abymo would give them, feeling her tummy fill with the unbelievably flavorful warm sauce. There was a moment that it took a turn for the less tasty and somewhat reminded her of deviled eggs and kale but with a small grimace of disgust and a sudden jolty wiggle in response she was quickly fed another spoonful and basked in the revived flavors of it all... She was finding herself getting full though, as it seemed this stuff expanded a bit even after she swallowed it but from how rapidly it stopped growing in her mouth she was sure it had an upper limit.

“Oh, remember that we’re not feeding them the entire bowl Abymo. Too much and they’ll get a tummy ache.” She explained, looking down at the bowl she had with her now two-thirds of the way gone, which meant she was nearing the stopping point for Tristin. “I don’t understand why we made two bowls if we’re going to waste a bunch of it anyways.” Tazail chimed in as she fed Tristin more. “Now it’s my turn for the obvious.” Abymo responded after teasing Julia with another serving of the mush, wafting it around her mouth before driving it in, making the smaller girl blush at being babied even during a feeding. “That kind’s for boys and this is for girls, obviously. That, and it’s not hard for the system to recycle the stuff, it keeps very easily after all.” While Abymo was talking a bit of the mush started to escape Julia’s lips since she pulled her spoon back while she still had her mouth open but Abymo just slipped the safety spoon across the girl’s chin and lips before sticking thr escaped food back where it belonged, further embarrassing the ‘baby’.

Julia wish she knew what these two were talking about. She wished she knew why the lady feeding her had just made the one feeding Tristin chuckle and roll her eyes, but there just wasn’t a means to communicate with them. She doubted that even writing to them would work... She also wish she knew what she was being fed but for now she’d just suck it up and slurp it down, shifting in her seat as the feeding went on to try and maintain a comfortable feeling, making her wish that this strap was a little more loose as it maintained a pressure on her flower with every little shift reminding her of just how snuggly it was hugging her soft diaper against it... Which made her wish she wasn’t stuck in a diaper in the first place all over again.

Eventually the bowls were set aside and probably for the best with how full Julia was feeling at least, though the bottle didn’t exactly look appetizing after all of that food. Unable to really decline it Julia just took to hers and began suckling, finding the sweetness of it contrasted against the ending flavors of her seemingly magic mush and gave her a sort of dessert sensation as she started to drink, though eventually the consistent flavor of the bottle’s contents washed that down as it was just milk to her from then on. By now Julia has found herself wiggling about on purpose, pressing her thighs together around the strap to feed into the feeling instead of fight it - This was an embarrassing thing for her she couldn’t deny, but it was so inescapable she couldn’t help herself...

“Okay little guy, are you ready for a nappie-bye after your bottle?” Tazail asked Tristin as he got down to a fifth of his bottle left, the mechanical hands around them having already collected the bowls to go and handle them in the kitchen - even wiping up their faces and removing their bibs while they drank, able to do so without disturbing the feeding. There was a dinging sound from the kitchen, sounding something between a dinner bell and a microwave, which perked the ears of both of the caretakers who glanced over the cupboards behind the captive humans before returning their attention the charges. “Mmmm...Phew, unghhf...” Julia muttered as she had her bottle taken from her, watching Abymo undo her restraints to a mixed expression from the girl. Getting plucked up, Julia tried to play it off cool despite having caved a bit in the high chair, embarrassed at the thought of Tristin finding out how she currently felt. “About ready?” Tazail asked Abymo who stood up with Julia and began to check her diaper with a finger in her leg band, eliciting an embarrassed ‘eep!’ from her. “Maybe... She was a squirmy little button and I thought she might have wet herself... But she’s dry from what I can tell.” Abymo responded as she took her finger back, having checked more along the taint area between Julia’s legs... Julia was glad she hadn’t ran a finger against her pussy or checked the padding that had been pressed against her, not knowing if she could deal with the potentially exposing embarrassment.

“Okay, she’s good to go.” Abymo said and carried Julia off in leading with Tazail following behind back through the kitchen. “Who’s all full? Who’s a cute little baby boy who’s all full and happy after num-nums time~?” Tazail cooed at Tristin in her arms, giving his tummy very soft pokes so as to not disturb his meal. Julia got laid onto Abymo’s shoulder and was able to see over it at both Tristin’s position and something on the counter - It looked absolutely amazing whatever it was. Some sort of cutlet that was divided into rectangular sections, stuffed with what looked like herbs and cheese and topped with some sort of dark rich looking sauce. If Julia wasn’t entirely full that sight would have instantly made her hungry, and she was a bit envious of solid foods at the moment as well. “Behh~! Hmmm...!” Julia let out a somehow cute little belch, making her grip against Abymo’s clothes a little tighter out of shame of being burped, the patting continuing even after with a few soft pats on her puffy butt as well, making her wiggle weakly. Tazail followed suit and eventually put Tristin up for burping as well, giving Julia nothing more to look at than his back as they were carried down the hall presumably to the nursery again, spotting the waistband of his diaper sticking out of his shorts quite prominently reminded her of her own unhidable baby garment...

Returned to the nursery as expected, the pair would find themselves taken over towards the playpen that was distinctly different now. Although most of the toys and stuff were still in there they were rearranged a bit to make room for two soft looking palettes to be put down, one done up in flowers and humming birds and the other done up in biplanes and balloons, clearly for the two of them. “Alright you two ittle humans, it’s time for a nap!” Tazail said so soft and sweet yet with energy, as if a nap was something to be excited for... Although Julia didn’t get them, she figured that any excitement they were feeling was for that awesome meal they were about to have, but there was a chance she was wrong. The soft blankets were pulled back and both of the two captives were snuggled down into their palettes, with a toy cat creature with extra big ears being provided for Julia who didn’t fight taking it despite looking kinda lost, still blushing from certain things... “I’ve got a special friend for you little man, unless you’re still cranky?” Tazail teased Tristin as she held out Bob, whom had been separated from him sometime around when he was handed off earlier before their feeding... Tazail must have been smooth, able to pickpocket something as important as Bob from a grumpy defensive Tristin without his knowledge. Tristan obviously took to Bob and the two were tucked in, each being given a pat on the forehead by kissed hands before the caretakers got up from leaning over the playpen and gushin over their charges.

“Okay... I don’t know about you, but I’m really feeling Fent right now. Let’s go eat?” She asked, patting her belly softly in a way that clearly told observant little humans what she wanted. “Absolutely. I hope the sauce you put in for goes with it as well as you say it does.” Tazail replied, following Abymo out the door as she responded “Of course! Make it by hand sometimes at~...” The silence fell over the room as the door closed, the light being clicked off on the way out as the the natural light seemed to follow suit by some sort of automation adjusting whatever was letting it in, plunging the room into a soft dark before the nightlights came back on again and a tinkling sound of slumbering lullaby could be heard from the crib area. As if it was a vital forgotten step, the pair would find pacifier stuck in their mouths by quick mechanical hands shortly after the nightlights came on, silencing both of them with the pair of soothers at least for a moment.

Julia didn’t spit hers out right away, not exactly suckling it but clenching her lips around it to stifle back a small whimper as she pressed her hands against her padded crotch, curling a bit under her blankets hoping that Tristin couldn’t tell. She had to... She had to ignore this, no matter how rough it was right now. She couldn’t waste time on this when there were only precious minutes to this opportunity. With a small plucking sound Julia removed her pacifier and rolled over under her blankets to look at Tristin, admittedly feeling full and ripe for a nap given how comfy all of this was. In fact if it wasn’t for those sensations she might have been lulled further into comfort and may have strongly considered dozing off. “Hey, Tristin... Now’s our chance, we have to go.” She said with a quick nod, wondering if he was picking up what she was putting down.

Scrambling from under her blankets, Julia got up in a crawling position and made her way around in the freshly organized playpen, hoping once again that her plans hadn’t been tampered with. She found the caterpillar thing and the modified toy within a few minutes and sighed in relief, turning to look Tristin’s way with hope in her eyes. “Okay cool, it looks like this stuff is still here. Get ready and let’s try to get back to that living room place... I think I saw something there.” She said in a sort of pseudo-quiet voice, starting to try and attach the long feelers to the modified toy since they were thin enough to tie.

Once she had that done and Tristin was all set she made a few attempts to toss the toy up onto the side of the rather high playpen wall, eventually getting it in position after a few attempts with surprisingly little noise to boot. With a few somewhat firm tugs she got the toy’s rollable bottom to cooperate and eventually the maw of her anchor toy clamped down quickly onto the playpen’s railing, which after a few more tugs confirmed that it was indeed stuckfast like that. “Score! Okay, let’s blow this pop stand... I’ve always wanted to say that.” She giggled, beckoning for Tristin as she climbed up the caterpillar to the top, biting her lip softly as she shimmied up the thing with rustly crinkles. The top didn’t help her situation either as when she tossed her leg up over the playpen wall she sat her diapered crotch directly onto the railing, making her have to steady herself with one hand and stifle her mouth by covering it with the other, a blush on her face masked by the mostly dark room kept her pink cheeks from radiating in such an obvious manner. Once she regained control of herself she looked down at the other side and, not seeing any better options, jumped down with her bottom out and tried to slow her decent with the mesh, which partially worked but she still puffed onto the floor with a fluff of air from her diaper and a small yip from her. The girl moved out of the way and rubbed her diapered butt while she waited for Tristin, looking around the room to see if any mechanical hands had taken note of them yet finding not a one was active.

A few moments later the pair were side by side, looking at the door which this time was closed but with some teamwork wouldn’t be too hard to open again. “You ready Tristin? We have to do this, it’s... Do or diaper.” She said in perhaps her worst little joke yet, but again she was proud of it so she didn’t show any shame for it. “You lead for now and we’ll work it out as we go. We need to try and get out of here first and foremost.” Julia said as she crawled forward, letting out a little sigh and bearing with herself as she let Tristin take the lead this time...