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**MingleMonster** · October 7th, 17, 06:38 PM

Abi knew that she was being had, still fussing and fighting until the bitter end, even after the bowl was moved and the tray opened up. She got concerned when a bunch of hands came at her though, lifting her up essentially to stand in the highchair seat while she felt the back of her diaper get pulled out, putting a lot of pressure on the front of it. All of the layers save for the innermost one were grabbed by one hand, while another opened that one up itself, showing off her cute butt nestled inside of the padding. 'This voice, who's there? What do they want with me?' She asked herself internally as she heard the Rotom speak, though she had no idea it was a Pokemon's voice...

Abi honestly didn't have any idea what was happening, but stopped flailing quite so much whenever she ended up on her feet in the soft mat of the highchair. Was she about to get spanked? "Mhughmghm?" She whined out some sort of question as the bowl of oatmeal was brought around behind her. She squirmed and fussed as she felt the warm oatmeal splotching down into the back of her diaper, suddenly growing very red face and teary eyed as she did a little dance of sorts in place, not wanting to have the back of her diaper filled by anything. She realized that she'd just thought about it as 'her' diaper and let out a yelp, the embarrassment glowing off of her full-face blush.

She saw the photos in rapid succession show her what was happening in real time to her backside, watching her clean bottom get covered in the oatmeal as it slipped into her diaper, getting to see what she was being forced to feel seconds after it happened like some sort of cruel sensory lag. The condescending voice telling her how much of a naughty baby she was wasn't helping with her mood, making Abi so grumpy and confused that she wanted to just run away from the diaper somehow, fully reminded of her situation whenever the padding snapped back into place, which really let the oatmeal spread about, and even come up a little between her legs due to the pressure of the multiple diapers and of the amount that was just put within. It felt so warm and gross!

Then came the mushing and patting, adding insult to injury. Poor Abi grimaced and whined behind her pacifier in yips and grumpy murmurs as it was pressed around and into her, and she was sure she could feel some of the oatmeal starting to seep around the legholes... It really grossed her out, and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought she was gonna' die... But somewhere in the back of her head, she was just glad that it was oatmeal, and not.... That other thing the voice mentioned, which made her blush to think about. She didn't want to wear a diaper, and she sure as shells didn't want to use a diaper either!

Following all of this patting, squishing, rubbing and even an equivalently sharp spank like the one she got before Abi was rested down into the high chair again and felt it lock around her. The tightness of the high chair's restraints wasn't making the ickiness of the oatmeal diaper any better, and she unfortunately couldn't help but feel a bit of naughtiness drift about as she squirmed since the oatmeal was pressing against certain sensitive areas. "Mughbumffmmm...." She whimpered as she looked down at the tray, slowly raising her head up back at the screen that just moments ago was showing her her backside as it was mushed and mashed. It was blank for the moment since it only showed her pictures, but she still felt the embarrassment as if everything was in a collage for her, dead center.

When asked if she wasn't old enough for "num nums", Abi shook her head, more to say not that she was, but that message was of course obscured for her. "Mughum! Mouh-mighmfwhee-hump!" She squeaked amidst trying desperately to convince her captors of her age, the bottle finding it's way into a recess in the pacifier, which opened up seemingly just for the bottle. The nipple of the bottle filled out the teat and was somehow larger than the pacifier itself, which made Abi blush and grumble, even less understandable with it in. She could feel the chocolate flavor on her tongue and sort of sighed a bit... She was famished after everything and currently had the first course resting in her pants rather than in her belly. Still, she didn't suckle the bottle... 'She wasn't going to give in to this crazy machine's demands!' She thought as she gave a huff, which made some more of the milk dribble onto her waiting tongue, causing her to salivate just a tiny bit.

**ZillaSmasher** · October 7th, 17, 06:44 PM

"Oh, you're too young? Well how old are you, sweetums? If you're too young for numnums then you must be really young." Rotom giggled, pouting a little upon seeing Abi continue to resist. One of the hands gave Abi a spank to her exposed thigh as Rotom spoke. "Does the naughty baby want milkies in her diapee along with the oatmeal? Maybe even some spankies afterwards? Or is she gonna be a good baby and drink her yummy milkies?"

**MingleMonster** · October 7th, 17, 06:58 PM

"Mmmm!" She grumped as she was misunderstood, rather it was on purpose or an accident was anyone's guess. She was going to stay adamant... She had to 'eep'! -- "Mmmmph!" She whined, unintentionally suckling a single suckle of the milk into her mouth... It was very smooth, a little earthy and the chocolate of it was rich... She really wanted to drink it, and started to salivate even more as it slid down her throat, her body's natural reaction taking it's course.

"M-Mmm-mmm! Uhmffwm whoum!" She cried at the threat, not wanting any milk in her diaper either! The oatmeal was still clinging and squishing about as she crinkled in the seat, how was she supposed to deal with it being all soggy and gross on top of that? The threat of a spanking was also a pressing problem too... Her thigh was still a little stingy from the swat she'd just received, and she had a feeling it could get much worse than that. She pouted... Her eyes welling up as she looked away from the front of her to the side, the hand holding the bottle for support purposes following her every tiny head motion. Tears ran down her cheeks as she started to suckle, starting to get the milk flowing from the large bottle she was presented with.

...After a few minutes the tears had subsided, the lack of any noise or grumbling from her being an odd separation from the so far boisterous girl. The only things that could be heard from her was the crinkling of her padding, the suckling of the bottle, subtle whirring machines and even more subtle squishing... Or at least Abi swore she could hear it as she moved, though it may all be in her head.

**ZillaSmasher** · October 7th, 17, 07:19 PM

"One? You're only one month old?" Rotom giggled. "Oh sweetums, you're much too young for any sort of numnums! You are only old enough for milkies and formula at this point." One of the arms patted Abi on the head as the arm in front of her kept the bottle in place. "Now, can you say 'baba', sweetums? You're not old enough to speak yet, but some really smart babies can say basic words at that age. Are yoo a smart bab, or is yoo a dumdum?" Another hand wiped away Abi's tears as the bottle reached the halfway point.

**MingleMonster** · October 8th, 17, 03:39 PM

She wasn't... One month... She was almost nineteen years old... She'd had this confusion all her life, but clearly she was bigger than some infant! Still, she could only muster so much anger at the moment as she was still reeling from giving into the demands to drink the bottle. She shot a glare in the direction of the voice as it teased her about what foods she was allowed to eat, huffing through her nose in disapproval. This expression dropped with the head pats though, as she closed her eyes and tried to shrink away from it into the seat out of embarrassment, ultimately not moving much as she squished and crinkled.

"Mughbwumumghmm.." She whimpered as she was asked if she could say some stupid baby word, starting to get really fed up with this sinister person. Especially when it called her dumb, she reached up and grabbed the hand that was holding her bottle and tried to start tugging it away, almost looking like she was forcibly suckling the bottle if not for her hand placement. She never stopped drinking the liquid inside if only to get it over with now, but her actions became slightly more tantrum and violent as she slapped the 'wrist' of the hand a few times in frustration.

"Wumb-hmm! Bwuhffmuhgeh." She grumped as she tried to get the hand to just go away, the teasing aggravation driving her actions.

**ZillaSmasher** · October 9th, 17, 02:49 AM

Before Abi could do any damage to the hand or the bottle two hands grabbed Abi's arms and quickly strapped them down onto the armrests of the high chair, the leather restraints having been made with naughty babies in mind. "Silly baby! Seems like mommy will have to feed the dumdum all by herself, since you keep trying to make a mess." Another hand joined the one holding Abi's bottle in place and began gently squeezing the bottle, speeding up the flow of milk as it neared the end, while a different hand grabbed Abi's Pokedoll and began dancing it around in front of her. It seemed to be attempting to entertain Abi.

**MingleMonster** · October 9th, 17, 04:02 PM

Abi knew she was going to get in trouble for that a few moments after she did it, but she figured it'd just be a scolding. Instead she had her wrists grabbed and strapped down onto the armrests of the highchair, which she squirmed and fought the entire time. "Muhgmgmmm....!" She fussed, now being entirely helpless to her situation, not even allowed to use her arms to fight back. She struggled in her bonds as hard as she could muster... But it did her no good.

'Ugh, stupid...! I want out!' She thought in desperation at how stuck she was, all of her fighting causing her puffy undergarments to crinkle about. Her eyes fixated on the new hand as it came down for the bottle, wondering how it intended to make this all a little worse. She got her answer when her cheeks filled with the milk rapidly in a quick burst, causing her to panic for a split second before she forcibly swallowed down the mouth full. She tried to keep up with the pace of the hand as it did it, but it always felt like just a bit too much with each squeeze, making her whine as she drank the bottle in large dose after large dose. She wasn't dumb... She was actually quite intelligent, she had the GPA under her belt to prove it! Though she knew that none of that mattered to whomever this was, picking on her seemed to be a game to them...

**ZillaSmasher** · October 9th, 17, 04:37 PM

Rotom chuckled from inside the main control panal once the bottle was fully drained, giving her baby a pat on the head as the milk sloshed around in Abi's slightly bulging tummy. Several arms then quickly unstrapped her from the high chair, lifted the tray out of the way, and picked her up out of the chair in the span of about two seconds. Two arms held Abi up via grabbing her sides while another patted her back rather roughly. "Come on, sweetums. Be a good baby and burp for mommy. Then we can get you to your new home." To add encouragement, a hand began patting Abi's mushy butt.

**MingleMonster** · October 9th, 17, 05:10 PM

She managed to finish the bottle off, but she clearly wasn't happy about it. Abi was full to say the least, squirming about in the highchair uncomfortably as she continued to test the restraints. Looking back she was actually rather glad that she didn't have to eat the oatmeal, sure that she wouldn't be able to get around both... But she didn't like where it ended up either, it was all some sort of catch 22! She crinkled about in her seat, being the only thing she could do for herself...

When the bottle was finally removed from Abi's pacifier and it returned to it's previous state, she immediately got back to trying to spit it out again, working against reason to free her mouth. The headpats didn't stop her efforts despite reacting to the second set of them the same as the first, but her embarrassed expression changed into one of curious bewilderment as she was lifted up out of the chair suddenly, having to blink a few times to readjust. She wasn't ready for the rough patting that would soon follow either.

"Mmph-mmph-mmmghm?" She whimpered with each of the first few pats, followed by some whining as she realized what it was doing. 'I'm not some baby, darnit!' She thought to herself, kicking about in frustration, which made her blush as the oatmeal in her diaper squished about with her motions. Then the voice came back, and Abi was furious at it... But she put that aside when she heard it talk about it's plans... 'Nuh-uh, no way! She was not going to live here for any period of time!' She fought and reasoned with herself, her cries and struggles increasing as she heard this. Her eyes were saucers with disbelief and worry, clearly conveying her emotions.

The mushing only served to make her more uncomfortable and fussy, balling up her fists and holding them up by her head as if she was yelling or cheering on a sports team, though if she had a free mouth she'd likely be yelling obscenities and choice words at the stupid voice. Moments later her body would take it's course and she'd find herself letting out a fairly deep belch for the girl, which due to the pacifier in her mouth made her feel dirty, though her stomach felt a little better overall with quite a bit of pressure off of it, the sloshing feeling less uncomfortable.

'She wasn't a baby... She wasn't...' She thought as she teared up again, somewhat limp in the hand's clutches.

**ZillaSmasher** · October 9th, 17, 06:18 PM

Rotom gave Abi one last spank to her mushy butt before the arms carried her across the factory. More conveyors than Abi could count flew by beneath her, along with vats, broken down assembly lines, and other such things one would find in an abandoned factory.

But that didn't really last long. Abi was carried through a door and into a room so pink and girly she had to avert her eyes. Everything was varied shades pink or purple, from the carpet to the curtains. A crib sat in the car corner of the room, holding Abi's Pokedoll within it, while various baby toys were strewn across the soft carpet. A changing table was situated on the right wall with a huge baby bouncer next to it, the table being stocked with pink diapers in all shapes and sizes.

As Abi was set down and the door closed behind her, Rotom travelled through the wires and circuits to her baby's room, finally revealing herself to the trainer. "Hello, sweetums!"