“You girls sure do keep coming in pairs!” Miss Alex noted as the little ones arrived. “A couple of your little classmates were just here, Maisie and Charlie left a bit ago.”

Vivi and Aubree sat there awkwardly on a pair of little stools, grimacing at the sight of their resident nurse getting the table ready for them. The both of them were already exhausted, and they hadn’t even gotten through half of their gauntlet for the day.

“And were you two good for your caregivers?” she asked them.

“No.” Aubree snarked. “Was yours?”

The babysitter quirked an eyebrow. “As a matter of fact, yes, my little Lulu was very good for me. She came here straight away. And I should think you two would behave yourselves as well.”

“We haven’t been to our caregivers yet.” Vivi said shyly. “I thought we had to do things in order…”

Aubree rolled her eyes, but said nothing to make sure that Alex wouldn’t notice. Vivi got the sense that the other girl thought her a goody two shoes, just like she surely thought of Luna.

“Haven’t I already seen you both today?” Alex pondered at them. “You, fussyface, have still got a bandaid on your nose from earlier. But what were you at my door for, Vivi?”

Almost on cue, Vivi felt a cramp coming on. Being burped helped ease the pain in her tummy a little, but as she was hit with a sudden spike in anxiety, her stomach began to churn. It grumbled loudly at her. Vivi closed her eyes, blushing bright colors, and tried to pretend the world didn’t exist as she let out a little bit of gas.

“That’s right-” Alex smiled. “Someone’s got the milk burbles!”

“…Milk bubbles?” Aubree asked.

“Too much dairy!” Vivien squeaked. “I hate this!”

“Fussy. Fussy. Fussy. You won’t be getting anywhere by being this fussy.” Alex teased. “It’s time for a little mini lesson on bodily autonomy.”

“You mean anatomy?”

“No, Aubree. Autonomy. You know, the right to govern your own body without control from others? Yeah, that’s something you girls don’t have anymore. So these cramps you’re experiencing, the gas, the bloating, those are minor inconveniences. I would suggest not making a fuss about the occasional tummy pain, or it’s gonna get a lot worse, honey. Fussy girls are quick to be punished.”

Fussy- they called her- Fussy! Could you believe that! Normally she would be in the bathroom right about now. This wasn’t her fault! Vivi knew well enough not to play chicken with lactose since she was properly little, but Molly and her sisters had fed her dairy anyway. And they refused to do anything about it. Some antacids would have helped, or failing that some pain relievers. But there was nothing in this nurse’s office that was going to save her from this.

Her tummy erupted again with noise, the loudest she’d made yet. Vivien sounded like her belly had been filled with frogs, and now they wanted out.

“Jesus, woman. What the hell did you eat? A dying whale?” Aubree chided her. “And would you stop farting everywhere! It’s starting to smell like a barn around here!”

The brunette’s powdered cheeks flushed as she saw the other woman pinch her nose, growing discomfited by the attitude. “I grew up on a farm, you know, you could be a bit less disrespectful,” she muttered defensively, “and I think barns smell nice…”

“Yeah well maybe you should go back to yours.”

Vivi fell to silence. Her face averted from Aubree glowed angrily. If she was a confident or brave woman she would have done something about it, but clearly even Lulu had her beat in that department. Sulking, wishing torture onto her classmate, she waited for such to commence.

The girls winced as Alex put on her gloves, hearing them make that terrifying snapping sound. From the table she grabbed everything she would need and put the rest away, clearing off the top of the changing station just in case it might be useful, which she had a strong inkling it would.

“Both of you stand up. Put one leg up on the stool in front of you.” She said. Her apron bulged with a small assortment of fun little things they didn’t want to make the acquaintance of. Vivien complied without question, following the logical steps, standing on her two feet behind the stool before raising her left foot up and setting it where she was just sitting, using her right foot for balance. Aubree did the same, but only after rolling her eyes and several moments of hesitation. This wasn’t worth getting in trouble over just yet.

“Which of you wants to be first?” Miss Alex asked. “How about Aubree?”

“As if!” Aubree scoffed. “She can do it!”

Vivien sighed. Of course she would say that. Vivi just had to go first, Aubree wouldn't have it any other way.

"That's very thoughtful of you, Aubree! How sweet of you to let your friend go before you!" The caregiver cheered her. "Suit yourself. We'll do Vivi first!"

Alexandra wasted no time getting to work. The little one was promptly undressed. Starting by unbuckling all- one, two of the shoulder straps holding up her shortalls, pulling them down just far enough to get at her crotch. Vivi kept her leg up on the stool to provide easy access. Their diapers were taped on securely, but there was still enough wiggle room and stretch in them to fit a hand inside. She shivered as the woman's cold gloved feelers slipped past the tight seal separating the inside of her padding from the outside. Her crotch was plenty wet still, having been forced to relieve herself in her pants just earlier. Vivien felt something small and round enter her. Miss Alex pushed a finger into her anus, slipping the suppository inside as far as it needed to go. Immediately her bowels tried to eject but were met with resistance, their motions only making further penetration more possible. Finally, her intruder rested inside the rectum and Alex allowed her presence to be exited from Vivi’s bottom. “There. No more fussing. Very good girl.” Alex smiled, tapping her on the leg. Vivi lowered it back to the floor, standing still as the babysitter painlessly pulled her hand back out and patted the girl on the bum for a job well done, helping her back down into her seat and buckling her right back up into her shortalls. “You can relax now.”

Her bottom danced a desperate wiggle in the seat of her diaper, making a last ditch effort to void the penetrant from her insides, but the suppository sat firmly inside. Pushing any harder would have meant risking a situation in her pants that could too easily turn out to be so much worse. All that she could pass was gas.

Aubree groaned from behind her hands, guarding herself from the stench. “Oh great, she’s doing it again. Just because I can’t hear you doesn’t mean I can’t smell you.”

Vivien tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped both arms around them, curling up into a tiny ball with her shoes atop the stool with her. “Yeah well, I guess you were right! Maybe I do belong on a farm!” She hid her face, bit her tongue, held her breath, anything to keep from crying, but it still inched closer. Like alien abductors they’d violated and probed her. Tears started rolling from her eyes again. The little lamb missed the safety of home. “And I would go back in a heartbeat if I could.”

The farm. Vivi wished she could run straight home. Home to the farm. Home to Mom and Dad. Home to- the memory had her gagging. Her stomach flipped upside-down and upside-down again. Vivien twisted inside out. Home is where the heart is. And her heart was with Sheila.

Blue eyes rolled in Aubree’s head, leg bouncing on the stool in front of her. “You big baby.”

Tut tut tut- Miss Alex clicked her tongue. “Quit teasing her Aubree. It’s your turn. Now hold still.” The nurse stepped towards her in menacing rhythm, snapping her gloves again. They sounded almost wet. Aubree was expected to be confrontational, so it came as no surprise that she instantly drew back, putting two feet on the floor. Leg off the stool now, she kicked in between them, trying to keep the woman at bay. Alexandra posed, clean hand on her hip, the other hovering over it. “ Tut, tut, tut - That’s enough of that, you naughty little baby.”

“Ew! Keep that away from me!” Aubree cried out. She maintained her distance, the stool serving as a decent buffer, if temporarily. “Come the fuck on! At least change your gloves!”

“I have had it up to here with that dirty mouth of yours. And after I thought you’d learned your lesson. Making fun of my sweet delicate little Lulu like that. You just won’t behave! I even offered to do yours first, yet you still wouldn’t take it! No more chances, Aubree, that was the last straw!”

“Wait, no!” The stool clattered to the floor before her, dropping it as she began to plead. “Miss Alex please! Just switch gloves first!”

Backed way into the corner, Aubree finally ran out of room to retreat. Her eyes shook with terror. Alex was about to put that filthy, contaminated thing inside of her. Aubree could feel her insides sting. She dropped to her knees, pinching her thighs together. Both hands clasped over the front of her diaper. Aubree broke down into sobs.

Vivi’s hand shot way up into the air. “Miss Alex!” the little lamb bayed, trying not to be sheepish. “I think you should go easier on Aubree!”

The other girl’s whimpers should have come as a delight, but seeing the person she’d just cursed under her breath with puddles in her eyes, Vivi was struck with a pang of guilt. Those frogs in her belly had jumped all the way up into her throat, but Vivien swallowed them back down, realizing that things would only get worse unless she said something. “Aubree was nice enough to let me go first, remember? A-and when we were in the kitchen together, she ate the gross stuff so that I didn’t have to!” Vivien began to stammer. “Y-you shouldn’t punish her!”

Both sets of eyes turned on her. Alex gave an almost warm smile. “Is that right? You don’t think I should?” She asked, “I’m surprised, Aubree. Your sweet little friend is standing up for you. Isn’t that nice of her?”

Aubree glanced around like this was some cruel joke.

"But that's just not gonna cut it," Alex said with a boop on Aubree's nose. "Because this is where bad little girls are sent to be punished. And you have been quite the troublesome baby, haven't you?"

“I’m not a baby…” The little one sniffled.

“Oh, baby. I’m not gonna need gloves for what I’m about to do to you.” Alex cooed. “Now get up on the table!”

Tearing off her gloves, the caregiver pounded her hand onto the nurse’s table, yanking the still crying Aubree to her feet with the other before pushing the latter up towards and onto it. Aubree quickly landed on her back atop the medical changing station hybrid, awaiting the horror that was planned for her. Alex then produced what both charges recognized immediately as an enema bag, beginning to set it up at the foot of the table. Aubree closed her legs and tried not to look, but the babysitter forced them back apart, making sure the poor little girl could see her fate between her legs.

Vivi’s tummy sank. How could her impassioned speech be ignored like this? Was there nothing else she could do? She knew it didn’t matter what she thought, but she still wanted to think there was some good in this place. Could things really be this hopeless?

Miss Alex flashed Vivien a smile. "Run along now sweetie. It's off to your next task."

Aubree watched the other girl from the corner of her eye, cowering there like a child. As soon as the caregiver finished speaking, Vivi was up on her feet and running to the door. They were both so pathetic, unable to help each other in the slightest. It made her want to scream.

With the medical stand now set up, Miss Alex began lifting Aubree’s ankles and shackling them into the ends of the large spreader bar hanging from it. “It was awfully kind of your classmate to stick her neck out for you. Now what did you do to deserve that? Hm?”

“Absolutely nothing…” Aubree replied.

The little one let her curly blonde locks splay over the table and laid her head back, crossing both arms over her baby blue eyes as she cried. Never did it cross her mind that she- a grown woman- would ever find herself in a place like this: captive, legs splayed helplessly above her head, stripped to nothing but a diaper around her waist, and even that couldn’t be counted on to protect her, as the nurse caregiver undid the tapes at her front and unfolded it from her body, revealing just how soaked it had become. It could hardly get any worse than this.

Aubree felt the nozzle enter her body and the fluid begin to seep in. It took an enormous amount of effort to not try and push it back out, but instead she just sat there, knowing there would be no escape until it was over. The enema lasted far longer than she would have liked, filling her up more than she felt her body could take. Eventually, the babysitter pulled the enema out, and not a drop was spilled as Aubree’s diaper was once again taped firmly around her waist, the small suppository somewhere in there with the liquid, just for good measure.

Alex gave the seat of Aubree’s padding a gentle patting. “That wasn’t too bad, now was it?”

Aubree ignored her question, biting her lip to help keep back the sobs. “I-I’m sorry… for… being…” she began weakly, violently trying to force the words from her mouth. “Naughty…”

The caregiver smiled, moving her hand up and releasing Aubree’s feet from the spreader bar above her. “That’s much better.”

With a little bit of help as permission, Aubree sat up on the table, the fluids sloshing around inside of her. “Thank you for changing your gloves…” She sniffled.

Miss Alex raised an eyebrow. “No problem? Just try to keep all that in as long as you can, until it becomes too hard to hold it anymore. Okay? As if you weren’t going to do so already.”

“Can I go now?”

“Not quite!” Alex said eagerly. Giggling, she pulled open a drawer and produced a small blue bandage- sticking it across her nose right where the last had been. “There. All finished.”