“Is there not going to be dinner tonight…”

Vivien was quite shaken up after meeting her new teacher, having followed Molly back to her own personal nursery room.

“There’s going to be dinner, just not the type of dinner that you probably want~” Molly snickered at her poor little. “Hold your shirt up for me.”

Vivien once again did as she was told, not wanting to get put into another timeout. Molly put one hand to Vivi’s diaper, patting the front of her crotch. “Still dry, huh?”

“I really don’t want to…” Vivien honestly still found the idea of wearing diapers to be gross, even if she wasn’t brave enough to reach down and take them off. She at least had enough control of her body to be able to hold herself back until she was able to find a bathroom.

“I know you don’t want to, but do you really want me to make you wet yourself?” Molly gently rubbed the front of Vivi’s still clean padding, shaking her head at the girl. “I can and will make you, and it’s not going to be pleasant if you have to be forced~”

“Please don’t…” Vivien bit her lip, letting go of her shirt as soon as Molly retracted her hands.

“Then don’t be so difficult.” Molly smiled, and even when she did smile it was clear that she was still making fun of her poor little one. “You don’t want me to send you to bed early, do you?”

“I don’t know…” Normally getting sent to bed early is a clear and dry punishment for little children, but Vivien wasn’t actually a child, she was a grown woman, and a very tired one at that. “Is this… my room?”

“This is your nursery, little one~” Molly grinned eagerly, gesturing around the room. “We’re going to have so much fun decorating in here together. We have things on the way for you already… stuffed animals, custom clothes, toys to play with. You’re going to love it I promise~”

It was still a little barren, but the room had already been shuffled around a bit even since Vivien had first gotten here. The floor was made of lightly colored hardwood, and the walls were painted a shade of pastel green, clearly indicating that the woman who was to live here was to be Molly’s little.

The door was located in the southwestern corner of the room, along the southern wall. Along the northern wall opposite the door was a great big crib for the young woman to sleep in, complete with bars that raised to lock her inside, and a roof to keep her from climbing out without her caregiver’s consent.

At the foot of the bed, in the northwest corner of the room, was an empty toy chest waiting for Vivien and her new mommy to fill it. At the head of the bed, in the northeastern corner, was a small table that was clearly meant for Molly to be able to place things on top of, to help keep her hands free when handling her charge, it had a wide opening in the front where stacks of diapers were being stored, for later use by Vivien, as well as a couple of drawers beneath it waitin to be filled.

Alongside the western wall was a large wardrobe, also waiting for the pair of girls to fill it, as were most of the drawers to Vivien’s dresser, which lined the southern wall. There was also a chair, big enough for Molly to sit in while comfortably seating Vivien in her lap, situated between the wardrobe and the toy chest. That was where Molly was likely going to sit whenever she wanted to read a bedtime story to her little girl.

The southeastern corner of the room was Vivi’s timeout corner. It had a small little rug on the floor and was now equipped with a little baby gate style perimeter around it, to indicate whenever she had been naughty. It wasn’t quite tall enough to keep her trapped inside by default, but certainly capable of being extended in height to ensure that she couldn’t easily leave if her caregiver didn’t want to.

Finally, the eastern wall hosted the final piece to the puzzle, a table for changing Vivien’s diapers. This was where the girl was most certainly going to want to spend the least of her time, even compared to the timeout corner, but Vivien would have to get used to multiple daily trips to the changing table, so that Molly could take care of the poor girl’s diapers for her.

It was all here, the essentials were ready to be put into use in caring for the new baby, it all just needed to be filled and decorated just special for Molly and Vivi.

It was the early evening still, but Molly had decided that Vivien was going to be heading to bed early anyways, wet diapers or not, she was going to be subjecting Vivi to a normal routine starting the very next morning, and that included a morning diaper change, so the baby needed to get a lot of sleep tonight.

But first, dinner.

Molly made her way back out of the nursery, leaving her little one alone to check it out for a short while as she fetched what was to be Vivien’s dinner, sitting herself down in her chair and patting her lap for Vivi to join her. “In Mommy’s lap, sweetie~”

There she was, calling herself Mommy again, which Vivien was sure she didn’t like. But that was basically what her role was, Miss Panda was the teacher, and the numerous babysitters were more like personal caregivers to each of the students, their parents, their mommies. If controlling every facet of Vivien’s life, feeding, dressing, playing with, coddling, and changing Vivien’s diapers wasn’t enough to make Molly her mommy, then what was?

Vivi glanced around the room before nervously climbing into the chair with her caregiver, sitting in Molly’s lap. Molly adjusted her baby’s posture just a little bit, sitting her upright with one of her hand’s on Vivi’s back as she set a tray of food down onto the girl’s lap.

Dinner tonight was simple, the sisters still needed to figure out their baby’s and their dietary restrictions, so tonight’s dinner was a safe bet. Chicken nuggets, mac & cheese, and glazed carrots, nothing that would give any of the girls an allergic reaction.

Of course, it wasn’t an allergic reaction that Vivi had to fear. “I- um… I can’t have dairy?”

“And why’s that?” Molly smirked, gently petting her on the back. “Is little Vivi lactose intolerant?”

Vivien blushed, nodding her head as she eyed the small cup of mac & cheese, as well as the bottle of milk accompanying the whole meal. There was no way that she could comfortably eat all of that, let alone finish off the bottle of milk. Unfortunately for Vivien, her new caregiver was a bully.

“Open wide.” Molly scooped up a spoonful of the macaroni, holding it out in front of Vivi as she watched the girl shake her head in protest. “Open up before I have to pry your mouth open~”

Vivien swallowed nervously, pinching her eyes shut and opening her mouth, feeling Molly scoop the cheese covered noodles into her mouth and direct her to chew. After each bite, Molly made sure that Vivi opened her mouth wide enough for her caregiver to see that she had chewed and swallowed each bite.

Molly set down the empty mac & cheese cup, relishing the discomforted look on the little one’s face knowing that she had just eaten it all. The chicken nuggets went a lot more smoothly for the both of them. They were certainly a childish meal, and Vivien couldn’t help but feel humiliated as she ate them, but they tasted good, and they weren’t going to give her a stomachache.

Molly was surprised to watch Vivi gulp down the glazed carrots so easily. It was a meal fit for a child, and though Vivien was not very enthusiastic about the dish, she was not actually a literal child, and she had no problem eating her vegetables.

The bottle of milk however, was not going to be going down without a fight. Vivi clenched her jaw shut, trying to jerk her head away from the bottle as Molly continued to chase her lips with it.

It was humiliating for Vivien to find herself in this position, being hand fed chicken nuggets and forced to eat macaroni against her will was one thing, but she wasn’t about to drink milk from a Vivien sized baby bottle, filled with milk that was quite possibly going to give her a stomachache. But Molly didn’t actually care whether or not Vivi wanted to drink her milk.

Molly was the grown up, and Vivi was going to be Mommy’s baby whether she liked it or not, and like any other baby, she was going to drink her milk.

Molly sighed, grabbing Vivien’s face in one hand and forcing her jaw open, forcing the nipple of her bottle into her mouth and refusing to let go until Vivi had finished her milk.

Finally, dinner was done, and that meant it was time to start getting the little one ready for bed. Unsurprisingly, Vivien had yet to actually make use of the padding taped to her waist.

“A clean diaper before bed just means you won’t be getting a change until you wake up~” Molly snickered and taunted her, somehow making Vivi feel even more embarrassed about not pissing her pants like a baby.

Vivien grumbled, rubbing the front of her crotch through the padding. She most certainly had to relieve herself, but she was strong enough to hold it until the morning, she was sure of it. But did she really want to?

If she wet herself now, before bed, Molly would change her. Then she wouldn’t have to worry about sleeping in a wet diaper or waking up the next morning with an aching pain in her groin begging for relief. Am I really going to do this?

Molly let Vivien back down onto the floor as she left to go get things for bedtime. The little one didn’t follow, instead staying seated on the rug in the middle of her floor, her legs crossed in front of her.

She gave it a go a couple of times while sitting there, putting in an effort to try and wet herself, but each time she tried she felt her body clamping down to stop her just before it happened, and she was still dry by the time Molly got back.

“I got you some blankets, so sit tight, okay?” It was one thing that was nice about her position, she wasn’t going to have to do any of the work, she wasn’t going to be allowed to do any of the work. The baby was going to sit back and let her caregiver take care of everything for her, whether she liked it or not. All she had to do was behave. “Baby’s bed is now made~”

Vivien stared at it in disgust, her lip quivering as she took it all in.

She was supposed to sleep in that… thing. That crib. Like a toddler, like an infant. How had Vivien’s whole existence somehow been reduced to a twisted version of infancy? How was she supposed to sleep in that?

She was in shock, just staring at the ridiculous thing in disbelief as Molly smoothed out the blankets and sheets on top of it, getting it ready to trap Vivien inside for who knows how long? If Vivi got into that thing, she couldn’t really be sure that she would ever be let out. But what choice did she have?

She could do as Molly says and sleep in a crib, hoping that the woman would be merciful and stay true to her word, in the hopes of maybe being let out in the morning. Or, she could fight it. She could try and physically overpower Molly and try to run out the doors, making a break for the outside world.

Freedom or captivity, Vivien knew which one she preferred, but she really wasn’t brave enough to fight for it. Better to leave that up to the other girls.

Vivien bit her lip, a lot harder than she would like, trying and failing to hold back the tears quickly beginning to well up in the corners of her eyes, before flooding down her cheeks as she began to sob.

It was almost unprompted, Molly hadn’t said or done anything mean to Vivi in a little while, not since forcefully prying her jaw open and forcing her to drink her milk. Molly was actually being quite nice, retrieving blankets and making the bed for Vivien, trying to help her sleep comfortably instead of in a cold and empty cage.

Yet it was that kindness, as Molly showed how willing and capable she was of taking care of Vivien, and how happy and eager she was to do so.

That was what was bringing Vivien to tears, not cruelty, but kindness.

She cried, like a baby. Sobbing loudly enough to drown out her own thoughts as she felt Molly once again pull the girl into her lap, sitting up in the chair and crading the poor little one.

Molly cooed, letting Vivien bury her face in her bust as she sobbed, desperately wishing and hoping that her caregiver wouldn’t lock her away in a cradle for the night. She whimpered and murmured under her breath, knowing very well that it wasn’t going to happen to matter how hard she cried, yet she continued to cry anyways.

Molly was prepared for this, pulling the poor baby into her chest as she reached a hand down to her backside, gently rubbing Vivien’s bottom through her diaper. Vivi would be hard pressed to try and convince anyone that she was deserving of being called anything but a baby, as she curled up in her caregivers lap like a sniveling brat throwing a tantrum, tears streaming down her face as Molly gently continued to pat her diaper.

“There there little panda pants, it’s going to be okay, I promise~” Molly smiled, planting a soft kiss on Vivien’s forehead before bringing her hand from the girl’s bottom and up to her back. It was normal for babies to get all fussy like this, especially right after dinner, and Molly knew just what to do.

She began to pat Vivien’s back, moving the girl’s head from her bust to her shoulders, before proceeding to burp her like a baby. She wanted Vivi to be comfortable and happy, but she also wanted to make sure that she knew her place, even and especially if it was humiliating for her, which it was.

Vivien tensed up, grabbing a hold of Molly as she draped her arms over her caregivers shoulders, not letting go even after the other woman had finished burping her and returned to patting her bottom.

“Go potty before bed, sweetie.” Molly slowly pried the girl from her chest, adjusting her in her lap so that she was on her knees, hands on Molly’s shoulders as she straddled her caregiver, butt sticking up into the air. “It’ll make sleeping a whole lot easier~”

Vivien bit her lip again, still failing to stop herself from crying. She tried again for a few moments, failing again to convince her body that peeing her pants was okay, because it wasn’t. Vivien then shook her head, realizing that she was failing to make it happen.

“Do it now, or I will spank it out of you.” Molly still didn’t care, if the baby couldn’t do it on her own, she was going to have to bully her into wetting herself. The babysitter was not at all afraid of getting pissed on by a sobbing infant, it was part of her job.

“I’m trying!! I’m trying!!” Vivien was still sobbing, now desperately trying to wet her pants for fear of getting spanked. She did not want to become the next Aubree.

“Then stop being fussy, and do it.” Molly picked up the pacifier, still dangling from Vivien’s shirt, holding on only by the pacifier clip keeping it in place, and plopping it once again into Vivi’s mouth, patiently waiting for her to wet herself.

Vivien bit down on her pacifier as hard as she could, whining under her breath as she finally pushed past her floodgates, allowing herself to wet her diaper for the first time. It was unbelievably exhausting for her, her body was trained not to do this kind of thing, and it would have to be retrained into knowing that incontinence was not just acceptable, it was going to be expected and required of her.

“Good girl…” Vivien had been holding that in all day, ever since she’d first been put into her diapers, and Molly could see the stress and tension in her body melt away now that she allowed herself to pee her pants. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Vivien’s face turned bright pink, just like her diapers. She nodded her head, tears slowly beginning to trickle out as she began to calm down. “Mhmmm…”

“See… no spankings required~” Molly grinned evilly, rubbing the girl between her legs, pressing her still warm padding into her crotch, watching Vivien squirm in her lap. “Let’s get you into bed, okay?”

Vivien gasped, unclenching her teeth and letting her pacifier fall out of her mouth. “Y-you’re going to change me first, right?”

Molly shook her head, giggling under her breath at the poor girl. “You will get a diaper change in the morning.”

Vivien choked on her anger, her heart twisting in her chest watching Molly’s expression. “But-!!”

“No buts-” Molly scolded her. “Except your soggy little butt getting into your crib right this instant.”

“You said-”

“I said I will change you in the morning.” Molly put her hand to Vivien’s cheek, threatening to smack her again. “Now get in bed before I decide that you do deserve a spanking.”

Vivien silenced herself, nodding her head out of fear as Molly guided her off of her lap and back onto the hardwood floor. She let her caregiver take her by the hand and walk her across the room, not to the changing table like she so desperately desired, but straight to her crib.

Molly placed her hand on Vivien’s bottom, pushing her and lifting her up into her crib for the night, Vivien could feel how wet she was, grimacing at the feeling of Molly pressing the soaked padding into her as she helped her up.

Molly was not entirely cruel however, she lifted the blankets up for Vivi and helped make sure she was comfortably snuggled into bed before tucking her in for the night. The caregiver sighed, shaking her head at the trembling girl. “Vivi~”

“Y-yes Miss?” Vivi's hands trembled with fear as she gripped onto the rim of the blankets, staring up at her malevolent caretaker.

“Be a good girl, and get a lot of sleep~” Molly smiled, leaning in and gently planting a goodnight kiss on Vivien’s forehead. “I will come wake you when it’s time to get up, and if you behave yourself in the morning, I will change you, okay?”

“Yes Miss…” Vivien blushed, her fingers curling themselves into the blankets as Molly reached down and grabbed her pacifier, placing it into her mouth one last time for bed.

Molly stepped back, lifting the metal railing of Vivien’s bed up to the roof of the crib, locking her new baby in for the night and listening to her mumble under her breath as Molly made her way out of the room, turning the lights off behind her.

The last thing Vivien saw before closing her eyes and crying herself to sleep was Molly smiling back at her in the dim glow of her nightlight, slowly closing the door and locking it behind her.

“Goodnight, baby girl~”