Vivien’s stomach growled as Michele helped her into the high chair. Miss Chelsea held out a hand for her and walked her over, warning her to watch her step while climbing into the seat. Vivi could never put up as much of a fuss as Aubree, allowing the woman to guide her ankles and wrists into the built in shackles to keep her from escaping. She gave it a couple tugs just to make sure, and Vivi could be confident that she wasn’t going to be getting out anytime soon.

“Thank you, Miss Chelsea…” Vivi wasn’t sure why she said it. The words just sort of came out of her, but they didn’t seem to hurt her position any. A blush came over her as fingers ran through her hair, Miss Chelsea gave her a pat on the head for her good behavior.

This isn’t so bad, I guess…

Meanwhile, the seat to her side rattled violently.

Aubree refused to sit still in her own high chair, pulling against the hand and leg restraints incessantly. How Miss Chelsea managed to get her in there in the first place was a miracle, but it was going to take another miracle to get her to sit still.

“Ah calm down ya sweet thing. I know you can be good.” The babysitter said.

“I know I sound like a broken record here, but come on! I didn’t even do anything this time!”

Vivien wrinkled her nose a bit. “This is her being good…”

“I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t strapped to a chair! Here’s a thought, maybe don’t throw people in restraints just for fun!” Aubree shouted as she continued. “All you had to do was not make this as humiliating as possible, and you still fucked it up.”

Chelsea sighed, motioning to the other high chair. “Vivien’s locked to her seat too, and you don’t see her complaining about it.”

Vivi watched Aubree’s eye twitch as the girl turned and stared straight at her. She was sure Aubree was about to seriously give it to her, expecting her to say something like- That’s because Vivi’s a weakling - or- Yeah, because she’s a crybaby!

“Well I’m not Vivien, okay?” Aubree returned to her restraints, trying to find a way out of them. “Look, I don’t know what everyone else’s deal here is, but at least unlock my wrists.”

Just watching Aubree argue gave Vivi anxiety. She sighed, furling her eyebrows in annoyance at the other girl for the first time. Here she was trying to be nice, and Aubree was going to get her in trouble as well. Vivien wasn’t at all a very assertive woman, but even she had her limits.

“Aubree and I aren’t going to run away if you undo our restraints, we promise.”

Miss Chelsea lowered the high chair trays over both girls' laps and locked them down as well, giving them a smile. She reached over to stroke and tug Vivi’s hair, lightly playing with her ponytail. “Then I’m sure you two won’t mind seeing as how you won’t be needing your hands anyways, because you’re such good girls after all.” Chelsea replied. “You escaping isn’t what I’m worried about.”

On the tray in Vivi’s lap, the woman set down two jars. Baby food. Her stomach was repulsed just looking at them. And the size too, these weren’t normal portions either.

“What the hell?” Aubree gagged. “They’re huge.”

“And they’re all for you two!” Chelsea chuckled. “Since Vivi is being such a sweetie, I’ll let her pick which flavor she wants. The standard meal purée? Or the much worse tasting vegan option?”

Vivi swallowed nervously. On the one hand, that was an obvious choice- on the other hand, she worried what Aubree might do if she forced the gross option onto her. “I don’t know. Um. They both sound so yummy.” She said, taking extreme liberty with that last word. “Can we share the good tasting one, Miss?”

“Awe. Trying to do something nice for her friend, such a sweet kiddo.” Chelsea picked up the two jars and turned towards the other chair, setting them down in front of Vivien’s friend instead. “Here, Aubree. How about I have you pick instead. Which flavor would you like?”

Color drained from Aubree’s face, rather than turning red with blushing rage for once she looked distraught. If only for a few seconds it was even enough to stop her squirming.

Aubree looked like she was about to be sick. “I’ll eat the disgusting stuff.” She swallowed her pride and said. “Vivi can have the tastier one, just give me the vegan. I don’t care if it’s gross.”

The other girl clearly didn’t mean that, but she closed her eyes and held her tongue about it. Chelsea set the first jar in front of Vivi, and the second in front of Aubree, opening them up and letting the littles get their first whiff. Vivi wanted to hurl from just that, but Chelsea was quickly holding a spoonful of the stuff in front of her mouth. She expected her to eat that.

Miss Chelsea cooed at her. “Say ahhh~”

As she took another sniff, Vivi’s eyes began to tear up. “Oh God…” Her stomach had a painful knot in it, worse than the discomfort she was already in. “Oh God, please…”

“God isn’t here to help you, sweetheart. You’re a good girl, you’ll have to do it yourself.”

“Nngh…” She was trying, she really was, but it just wasn’t happening. “I don’t think I can…”

Chelsea sighed, pinching Vivi’s lower lip with her other hand, prying her mouth open. “Yes you can, watch.” She took the spoon and forced it into the girl’s mouth, holding her jaw until she’d eaten it off of the spoon. “That’s not too bad, is it?”

Her eyes rolled back in her head. Vivi hated the texture and the taste. Not wanting to spit it out, she tried clamping her jaws shut, but she just couldn’t.

The caregiver clasped her hand in front of the girl’s mouth. “Spit that back out and I will make you lick it up off of the tray.”

With a hand in front of her lips to keep her from vomiting it back, Vivien swallowed. Never before had she felt so disgusting. She was about to cry.

Just as the girl was about to catch her breath, Chelsea produced another spoonful and presented it to her. “You’re not done yet, little one.”

“No…” She begged. “Please…”

Chelsea pushed it past Vivi’s lips, making her eat up regardless. The girl’s whole body shook, but she obeyed, forced to swallow spoonful after spoonful of what was supposedly the better tasting mush.

“Stop…” She coughed loudly between sobs. “No more…”

“Last bite.” Chelsea said, showing her the nearly empty jar. “You can do it.”

Desperately, Vivien held her mouth open for the last bite. “Ahhh…” She slurped it off of the spoon, practically thrashing like she was Aubree at the substance. But at last, she swallowed the last of it, finishing it all. “Ahhh…” She whined again, showing her open mouth to the woman, proof that she was done.

“Good girl.” The woman applauded. Now that she was full, Vivi was glad to sit there as Chelsea undid her wrist straps, allowing her use of her hands once again.

But Vivien would have to sit there and watch before she’d be released from her seat again.

“Your turn.” Chelsea said as she turned to Aubree. “Open wide.”

Her eyes went wide with shock and disgust, glaring at the horrible baby mush. She was speechless. The spoon slowly moved closer, and all Aubree could do was try and pull her head away.

“No. I changed my mind. I won’t eat that. I can’t…” Aubree began to thrash again, trying to break free of her bondage and smack it out of her face. “You can’t make me do this…”

She spat out what she could after Chelsea grabbed her by the cheeks and forced her mouth open, coughing it out as soon as the woman let go. The girl would clearly rather choke to death.

“Stop it or you’re gonna make me sick…” Aubree whined.

Chelsea kept pushing, gradually just smudging the green baby food all over Aubree’s lips, but the girl continued to elude her. The southern woman sighed and tried again. Stirring the jar, she produced another spoonful and continued pressing Aubree to obey her and eat the lunch she prepared. The little one simply wouldn’t budge no matter how hard she tried. Vivien squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. This was getting tough to watch.

“A-Aubree, just…” Vivi mumbled. “Just do as she says and-”

Chelsea thumped a fist down on Aubree’s tray table. “You stay out of this.” She scolded the other girl. Vivien jumped, she didn’t expect the woman to be mad at her too. “Aubree needs to listen to authority or else she’s never going to learn.”

Suddenly, Aubree slammed within her restraints so hard it even caught Miss Chelsea off guard. “I don’t want to learn!” She shouted. “How am I the bad guy here?! I just wanna go home and see my mom!” Tears were streaming down Aubree’s cheeks as she confessed that, face flushed with a difficult shame.

Miss Chelsea put the spoon down. She stood up, wiping her hands off onto her apron as she hovered over Aubree. “I didn’t want to do this.” She told her. Chelsea only frowned as she stepped behind the pair of high chairs, away from where either of the littles could see her. “You are going to eat what I feed you, but since you can’t seem to hold still and be a good girl, I’m going to have to take this out of your hands.”

Aubree’s eyes widened when- as Chelsea snuck up behind her- the woman held an unfamiliar instrument in front of the girl. She held Aubree still and forced the metal piece into her mouth, forcing her mouth open in a way she couldn’t close it. A gag with a ring now held Aubree’s mouth wide open, preventing her from spitting in back out or saying a word. Chelsea tied it around her head, tightly, pulling her upright so that the girl couldn’t even move her own head anymore. Trapped, Aubree simply whimpered and squeaked unintelligibly through her gag.

“Now Aubree, you’re going to eat this whole jar of baby food. I can remove the gag once you’re finished, but if you keep fighting with that in your mouth, you will choke.”

Her thrashing came to a stop as Aubree was warned against it, the only movement in her body now the pure terror causing her to shake uncontrollably at the woman’s threat. As expected, Chelsea’s plan seemed to be working.

“We don’t want you to choke, now do we?” Chelsea remarked as she returned to spoon feeding Aubree. “Say ahhh!”

Aubree closed her eyes as she smelled it approaching, but that wasn’t good enough for Chelsea. The spoon stopped right in front of the girl’s lips.

“Open your eyes, Aubree.” She instructed. “Look at me and say ahhh.”

The little girl's eyes filled with tears long before she managed to open them. Aubree was trembling, petrified as she finally looked up at the babysitter. A couple whimpers escaped her mouth- more scared than humiliated- but eventually she broke. At this point she had no choice but to do as she was told, or else she’d stop breathing. So Aubree gave Chelsea what she wanted, and whined through her gag. “Ahhhhhh…”

Chelsea slid the spoon through the open ring and into the girl’s mouth with ease. “That’s more like it.” She said, smiling deviously. “Now swallow before you hurt yourself.”

Aubree tried, her body practically heaving to expel the awful sludge from her mouth. But it was no use, she couldn’t spit it out. Crying, she forced herself to eat, and she swallowed it all.

“That’s the first bite down. Ready for some more?”

Vivi wanted to scream just as hard as Aubree did, but she held herself back. Like she did with Vivien, Chelsea forcefed Aubree the entire jar of purée, bite by bite. Or rather, gulp by gulp. More than once, Vivi threw up in her mouth just from watching. And unfortunately for Aubree, the girl being fed had even more trouble, having to swallow her own spit about as much as she had to swallow the actual food.

“Look at you. You ate it all.” Chelsea mocked her, wanting to rub it in as hard as she could. She wanted Aubree to hurt, and she was getting her way. “Since you liked it so much, maybe I should give you seconds?”

Pained, Vivien clasped her hands over her mouth as she was about to hurl. She couldn’t stand even listening to this anymore. Chelsea turned her way, smirking at the predicament. “You’ve made your friend uncomfortable it seems.” She said to Aubree, crying and still stuck in place. “Would you like me to let you out?”

All Aubree could do was whine. “Nngh…”

“Uh-oh.” Chelsea giggled, pointing to the mush Aubree had spat out onto her tray earlier. “It looks like you aren’t finished after all?”

“Mmmmph! Hmmmhmmph!” Aubree full on went into a whimpering fit, pulling on her cuffs again.

Chelsea licked her lips. “Tell you what. I’ll let you have this single moment of choice. If you want, I will take that out of your mouth, but once I have, you’ll have to lick this tray clean yourself. What do you think?” She asked, “Blink once for yes, twice for no.”

There was a long moment of pause as she thought about it. Eyeing the caregiver desperately, Aubree blinked and opened her eyes just once. Yes. After what she’d just been through, she’d do anything to get this damn gag out of her mouth.

Miss Chelsea reached behind her head and began undoing the clasp. “I want to hear you say thank you when you’re done.”

Once freed, Aubree hung her head and gasped for breath. Strands of drool hung between her lips and the ring as it was pulled away. Many more globs of saliva dripped down her chin. “Thank you…” She mumbled. It was clear she wanted to spit right into the woman’s eye, but for now she had made her point.

At the threat of Michele’s hand, Vivi was forced to watch as Aubree licked her tray clean. She swallowed it, hacked and wheezed, but kept it down, opening wide to show that she had done it. Miss Chelsea picked up a rag, using it to wipe down both of the girl’s faces before proceeding to unlock any more of their bonds. Chelsea opened up Vivi’s tray first, helping her stand. Then she moved on to the other girl, patting both of them on the behind with pride. Vivien and Aubree had just been through an ordeal, and it was only just beginning.

“Good luck, girls. I hope you had fun.”