Robin's new mommy (private with BabyCR)

Robin made quick work of making his escape. He stacked blocks and stuffies until he was able to climb out of the window. He was halfway out when the door opened.

[BabyCR]

"Well, what have we here?" She said as she entered with a pie in one hand and a baby bottle in the other. "Escaping, are we?"

A smile. "Oh, but I don't think that's a very good idea. What would people think to see you dressed up like that? I imagine it would be *very* humiliating."

Robin screamed and fell back into the nursery onto his bum. He began to fuss and sniffle as he hugged mother mae eye tight. "Im sorry mommy ill never do that again i want to be a good boy for you i love you mommy!" He repeated.

[BabyCR]

((could you slow down the 'giving in' thing? I want to be able to RP Robin still struggling on the next page))

((Sure!))

Robin screamed and fell back into the room. He pouted and crossed his arms and had an upset look on his face. "Aw come on i was so close!" He said.

[BabyCR]

"Actually, no you weren't." She waved her hand and the light coming from the window seemed to shimmer; when it stopped, a blue glow could be seen outside the window; if Robin squinted, it was from a dome that seemed to stretch over whatever building they were in. "That, dearie, is a magic forcefield keeping us hidden from the outside world. Nothing can get in or out unless I say so. But more importantly..."

She waved her hand, and the window itself began to shimmer as a similar blue glow was revealed around the window. "The window had a similar force field on it. You wouldn't have been able to see either, thanks to my illusions. No, you're going to be staying here until you're nice and giggly and happy to be my little baby!"

She held out the pie and the bottle. "Now here's your choice of num-nums. One of my delicious, lovely, very special pies--doesn't it smell so wonderful?--or I'll feed you with a bottle like a little baby. You know what my pie will do to you, but if you eat then you certainly won't care! The bottle just has regular old milk in it, but either way you'll be starting down the road to being my sweet widdle baby boy. So which is it going to be? Let my pie take away all your big boy worries forever, or keep your big boy thoughts for now but drink like a baby?"

Robin sighed as he knew his fate was sealed at this point. He was not giving up so easily however. He pointed to the bottle without saying anything. "Ill bottle feed myself!" He declared.

[BabyCR]

"Aw, widdle Robbie-Wobby knows he's just a baby and so he wants his ba-ba!"

She hands over the bottle to him. "Just drink up, widdle Robbie-Wobby! If you don't, I'll be feeding you..."

Robin grabbed the bottle from her hand. He attempted to feed himself but ended up fumbling with the bottle and spilled a bit of it on his onesie. He knew what this meant and he didnt want it. "No no that was a mistake i..i can bottle feed myself i..i swear!" He stuttered.

[BabyCR]

"Are you sure? It looks like you're just a little baby who can't feed himself. In fact, that's exactly what you are!"

Sitting down in the rocking-chair again, she used telekinesis to lift Robin up into her lap, the bottle floating to her hands as she cradled him.

((switch?))