“Why hello little ones~” Smiled Miss Jenna. “Look at you girls going to the stations together. Isn’t that just so cute?”

The two unwilling students flustered as they sat atop the floor mat. The way these women spoke to them was absolutely unreal. Take Vivien for example. She got that she was supposed to be the baby here. But even taking into account that fact, it couldn’t have been that easy to pretend she was anything other than a grown woman dressed up like one. Yet around almost every corner the babysitters were able to keep up that facade. It scared her to see someone go that far, and the Panda Sisters played into that fantasy perfectly, treating the girls as nothing more than children.

“Someone got in trouble and had her clothes taken away, didn’t she?” The woman asked and asked again. “Didn’t she?”

Jenna was met with an inevitable silence. The dumb thing thankfully held her tongue, one must assume, not wanting to speak because her mouth was still sore from the feeding. But the attention clearly bothered her. She kept her arms crossed in front of her chest, doing what little someone in her situation can to make themselves look dignified.

“It’s okay. Sounds like you forgot how to use your words. Do you wanna just babble for me, cutie?”

“Hmph!” The girl huffed. “Leave me alone!”

“Awe! There’s those words. I knew you had it in you! When an adult asks you a question you really should answer, hon. You can always get in even more trouble.”

“I don’t care!” Aubree whined.

“Oh you poor thing. I know it’s hard, but there’s no need to hide. You have a very pretty body, sweetie. You don’t have to worry about clothes anymore. It suits you.”

“Shut up!”

“You’re a pouty baby, aren’t you, Aubree?” Miss Jenna cooed. “Watch your tone, little one. That attitude is why your grown up had to strip you in the first place.”

Meanwhile, Vivi twiddled her thumbs until it was time to get on with things. Jenna was clearly trying to get a rise out of the girl, but it was shocking just how easily Aubree fell for things, not to mention painful to watch.

Jenna gave Vivi a nearly pleasant smile. “Thanks for being patient, kiddo. I promise you’ll have your turn in a moment. I’d hate to ask a great big favor to such a little girl, but do you think you can do something for me while you wait?”

Vivi nodded to the tangerine clad lolita, directing her shy gaze towards the caregiver’s dress as it was the closest thing she could without looking into the woman’s eyes. Her freckled brown face was turning red. Crinkling quietly as she crawled, the ponytailed little was beckoned forward and handed something.

It was a dull pair of child safety scissors. Quietly, she watched Miss Jenna pull them from her apron and snip the air with them a couple times before gently holding them out, the soft plastic orange handles towards the girl to put her oversized little fingers in.

She regarded them for a short few seconds with confusion. They felt flat to touch in her nervous lapse of judgment trying to test them against her fingers, and luckily didn’t cut her skin.

Aubree was glaring her direction, cerulean eyes on the childlike shears. But the blonde’s attention was quickly torn away from the thought of yanking and sending them through someone’s throat by the next thing Miss Jenna produced to show them. Aubrees’s eyebrows raised then furled in confusion. Vivien squinted- it was a shirt. The kind of adult clothing she hadn’t seen since they’d gotten there. Specifically: a loose fitting sweatshirt, dull red and faded from the wash.

“That-that-that’s mine!” The naked girl gasped. There was a moment of shuffling, putting her somewhere between reaching out and continuing to cover up her chest, before in indignation Aubree unveiled herself to try and lunge towards it.

Right as Aubree’s fingers reached the fabric, the garment was ripped away, and she was again left flabbergasted trying to hide her shaking tits. Miss Jenna just put on a smile, tossing it instead to Vivien.

Vivi had just fumbled to catch it and was now holding it to her chest along with the little orange cutters, looking between both women- who in any normal situation- should have been her peers.

“Ummm. What’s this, Miss? I don’t understand-”

“Give me that! That’s my shirt, I want it back!”

“O-okay…” Little Vivi began. She was hoping to be nice, thinking that by handing it back to the girl she would be doing the right thing, but a quick stern glance from her current caregiver shut that down in an instant. Unlike Aubree, Vivien winced and shrank beneath the gaze of their babysitter. And she withdrew.

“Come on! What gives?”

“Well… I would, but-”

“Vivi, you idiot! Just give me my top!”

“I-I mean…I want to…”

As tense as it was getting between them, the littles both jumped as Miss Jenna moved from her seat towards them, crouching right in the middle of the girls on the mat. But the scariest part was when they heard the woman start to whisper.

“No more chances, girls. I’ve already been patient enough. Now do exactly as I say.” Jenna grabbed the babes by their wrists and squeezed tightly to bring them back under her control. “I will be right back with Aubree. Vivi, while you wait, I want you to take those scissors and cut that silly little shirt into as many pieces as you can. Aubree’s not going to be needing her big girl clothes anymore, but because she keeps fussing about it, we’re gonna go get her something else to wear.”

Vivi was pushed down and Aubree pulled up, yanked to her feet beside the auburn haired woman to be dragged across the room where the threat could be made good on. But the poor little lamb covered her eyes and kept her head down, she couldn’t bear to look. Instead she focused on remembering her directions. Take those scissors and cut that little thing to pieces. She had the shirt. She had the shears. It should have been easy enough for her to follow.

But her hands trembled something fierce. The holes too small for her fingers made the cutters hard to hold, and truthfully, it felt like this sweater wasn’t hers to deface. But she didn’t have any other choice now did she?

She shot a momentary nervous glance towards the commotion across the room before ducking her head back down. Aubree over there had her back turned, looking away from Miss Jenna and especially from Vivien as she presumably did as she was told. But it still wasn’t enough for her to tell what the two were doing.

Abruptly, the stress bubbling up in her tummy churned into an unbearable pain. Vivi scrunched up the bundle in front of her mouth to try and silence her gasps of discomfort.

Vivien’s face was red like the sweater she hit behind as she went to pass gas, letting out the least adorable sounding toot from her ass since she’d arrived. Oh, it just wasn’t fair.

Luckily, it seemed like no one else could hear it. But her stomach still ached with pain. What was in that baby food, she wondered. Vivi hoped there wasn’t any dairy in it, having already forgotten what flavor it’d been. Whatever it was, she knew the extra weight on her digestive system couldn’t help the pressure in her tummy.

I want my mom and dad… She thought. I wanna go home…

But this was her home. Miss Panda’s Home for Rebels. That was her home now.

“No, Papa. I’m not coming down to the farm.”

She spread the other girl’s shirt over her lap. Snip, snip, snip. Vivien grimaced, pushing through a belly of aches as she forced herself to endure.

“But you gotta come visit, Vivipie? Why don’t you come down and get dirty with your dad for a while?” She mocked. “What are you, a city belle now? Can’t handle a little bit of a mess anymore? Where’d my little lamb go?”

Vivien mumbled under her breath as she went. It was all just too much for her to handle.

“I told you I was leaving, Ma. I don’t care if you got a new dog- I don’t… I can’t come see you right now, I’m sorry…” The poor girl cried. “Just… Just let me live my life!”

“-Little one!” She heard Miss Jenna call. “What’s going on over there? I hear shouting.”

Pink as a pig, Vivi snapped to her senses and wiped the tears from her eyes. “N-nothing, Miss Jenna! I’m sorry…”

Well would you look at that, looks like a pile of tatters to me, Vivi thought of the now obliterated sweatshirt Aubree used to own as the pair returned from the corner.

“There. Nice and snug.” Smiled Miss Jenna. “I think that’s a perfect fit, wouldn’t you say?”

Aubree continued to fuss even once the straitjacket was on. Gnawing and pushing and bashing and pulling. But indeed it seemed the woman had a point, it was a perfect fit.

“I hope you’re not too full for dessert here soon. Let’s get you both burped so we don’t have to clean up any accidents later.”

Without any further warning, Vivi was lifted into the caregiver’s lap for a pat on the back.

“Good job, girl! You did exactly as I said!” Miss Jenna commended.

Vivien buried her head in Jenna’s shoulder, holding the shreds of what was Aubree’s dignity- or shirt- to her tummy along with the scissors and groaned. “Nngh…”

“Hm. But what’s that… smell?” The woman teased.

She gripped Vivi by the waist and squeezed slightly, making the little one squeak. Her tummy was clearly bloated. More puffed up than the baby food could explain.

“D’aww. You’re all gassy, aren’t you? Poor thing…”

Vivi felt a round of firm pats to her back, hiding her face from either of the other women. Bubbles gurgled around in her tummy as she did. And miraculously, the tension in her belly started to ease. To her surprise, she actually burped.

“That’s it, there we go!” The caregiver teased. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

She remained silent, trying to shut out the world, when another erupted from her, burping loudly. “M-much better, Ma’am…”

“Aubree’s turn.” Jenna said as she lowered Vivi to the ground, the little one’s face all red and embarrassed. Then, she picked up Aubree to do the same.

Miss Jenna felt the little one in her lap stiffen up as she put a hand to her back. “It’s for your own good,” she said. “You must be so worn out from all that fussing.” Palm between the baby’s shoulder blades, Jenna started with a few soft circles, gently rubbing away the tension. Her fingers tingled against the plush pink fabric now hugging Aubree. “Feel how soft that is, little girl?”

In their long pink sleeves, Aubree’s hands approximated fists. Jenna wasn’t quite being straddled. She had the girl balanced on just one knee. A couple times Aubree even felt the other woman’s leg being squeezed between her thighs.

Better than being naked, though. Aubree could only do so much fussing without her hands. Jenna held her nervous body close, refusing to let the little thing wiggle away.

“This is stupid…” She said quietly. Much of her edge had been rubbed down at this point, feeling herself firmly in the more vulnerable position. Aubree shot a quick glance Vivi’s way before turning as red as the other girl. “Whatever… How much longer?”

“We just started kiddo! You haven’t even burped yet!”

“Then come on. Let’s get this over with…”

Miss Jenna traced her hand down the girl’s back, placing it on the back of her padded butt. “Feeling a little scared, are we?”

The little one only growled. “I am not scared!”

“It’s okay to be afraid, baby girl.”

“Shut up!” Aubree hissed. “I just said I’m not- Hic! ”

Jenna paused, pulled the baby from her chest to look at her. “What was that?”

Aubree looked to be gagging. And for good reason. “I just- Hic! I just said I’m not- Hic! ” She said between swallows. “I’m not scared! Hic! ”

“Hiccups!” Jenna exclaimed. “We know how to solve that, don’t we?”

Aubree’s gags kept coming. “Get your- Hic - hands off of me!”

But she couldn’t do anything about it. Little Aubree was getting burped whether she liked it or not.

“If you keep fussing like you do, of course you’re gonna get hiccups, you little thing. But your babysitters are here to make it all better for you!”

Aubree fussily closed her eyes, forcing herself to lean against the woman’s chest. Her hands thrashed in her straitjacket, but the inability to do anything was beginning to calm her.

“There there…” Jenna cooed as she patted Aubree’s back, slowly gently rubbing in circles to relieve the pain. “Miss Jenna is right here for you.”

Eventually, though her grumbling and whining persisted, Aubree’s attitude did subside, and with it did her hiccups. Surely enough, Aubree seemed to relax.

“There! All done!” Jenna giggled as she set the two girls back on the floor together. “That wasn’t too bad, now was it?”