Click. Molly began to unlock the bars to Vivi’s crib.

Vivien had woken up long before her caregiver came to get her, once again sobbing to herself as she realized that her new hell was not in fact just a dream.

She had unclipped her pacifier from her shirt and tossed it across the room through the bars of her crib, but she was still wearing her diaper. Vivien knew that changing herself was expressly prohibited, and that taking her diaper off in the middle of the night would very quickly get her into trouble, regardless of how wet she was.

As soon as she saw Molly, she was desperate to be let out and be changed, but before she could ask, Molly put one finger up to Vivien’s mouth.

“If you ask for a diaper change, I will make you wait even longer for one…” Molly smirked, watching the tears begin to well up in the corner of her eyes again before continuing. “...So let’s get you to the changing table before that happens~”

In this instance, Vivien was more than willing to let herself be picked up by her caregiver. Molly was a strong girl, clearly having been trained to handle someone of Vivi’s size and weight, able to carry her directly from her crib to her changing table like a literal infant.

She still whined about it however, whimpering in discomfort as she felt her wet padding pressing into her skin as she was placed onto her bottom.

“As long as you’ve been a good girl, our morning routine will be simple.” Molly grabbed a hold of Vivien’s shirt at the bottom, pulling it over her head and off of her before pressing one hand to the girl’s chest and laying her down on her back. “First thing is first, Miss Molly decides when you get up, so you’ll need to either entertain yourself in your crib before she comes to get you, or learn to sleep in for as long as you can~”

“Then depending on the state of your diaper, your attitude, and how Miss Molly is feeling in the morning, I will come scoop you out of your crib and deliver you straight to the table for your morning diaper change.” Molly tapped her left hand on the table to help hammer the point in. “Doesn’t that sound fair?”

“Mhmm…” It was more of a mumble than a proper answer, but Vivien was trying her damnedest to wait until after her diaper was changed before she said anything she wasn’t supposed to.

“And since Miss Molly changes your diapers anyways, it’s only fair that she picks out your clothes and dresses you as well~” Molly smiled, pulling out a little side panel built into the side of the changing table near Vivi’s head, setting down a bundle of clothes that Molly had picked out for the day. “I really hope you like green~”

Vivien turned her head to try and look at them, even beginning to sit up slightly before Molly gently guided her back down. “Be patient. Diaper changes first, then clothes… unless you don’t want Miss Molly to change you?”

Vivien froze, shaking her head and looking back up at Molly, desperate to get out of her wet diaper as soon as physically possible. Her caregiver smiled down at her, cooing softly as she retrieved the diaper changing supplies and began her work.

It was infinitely more humiliating than it was laying down on this very same table and getting put into diapers the first time. At least yesterday she had her dignity, as much dignity as she could have possibly had while she sat there completely naked.

But Vivi wasn’t completely naked this time, much worse, the only thing she was wearing now was a bright pink diaper, covered in flowers that were beginning to fade away to indicate that the woman who was wearing it had wet herself, and was in need of a diaper change.

Molly undid all four tapes and pulled the soggy padding away from Vivien’s waist, curling it up into a ball and disposing it into the diaper pail she kept next to the changing table for this very reason. The air was cold on Vivien’s wet skin, but not as cold as the feeling of Molly cleaning off the poor girl’s waist with baby wipes.

Vivi should have expected it to be more than just taking one diaper off and quickly replacing it with another, she would surely end up with a diaper rash after just a few changes if that was the way it went every time, but she wasn’t expecting Molly to wipe her private areas with baby wipes. Especially so thoroughly.

Unlike Vivien, Molly was completely unashamed, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Molly left no spot untouched, wiping the entirety of Vivi’s cute round bottom before setting her back down onto her butt. The caregiver was going to give Vivien the complete diaper changing experience, and that meant cleaning as much as she could. Molly grinned watching Vivien squirm as her caregiver gently wiped her down from her labia to her clitoris before being finished.

Next came a quick pat down, as Molly dried the poor girl’s waist slightly, not wanting her fresh diaper to stick to her skin as she slid it beneath Vivi’s bottom, wiggling it to make sure it was placed perfectly. Vivi closed her eyes, wishing for it to be over, but there was one last thing that Molly needed to apply before she could be finished with Vivien’s diaper, baby powder.

She poured a generous amount into her hand and began to rub it into her baby’s skin, once again making sure to leave no spot even slightly untouched, Vivien swore that she could feel baby powder in her vagina before it was over, wincing at the thought of it.

Then, finally, Molly was done. She wiped her hands off and dried them before securing Vivien’s fresh diaper to her waist, taping it snugly against her skin.

Pat!! It was a little reward for Vivi for doing such a good job of letting Miss Molly change her diaper without fussing. No diaper change was complete without a good pat between the legs, and Vivien had earned several of them.

This diaper was mostly white down the middle and green at the sides where the tapes were, it was also decorated with lots of pictures of cute little animals, perfect for a cute little girl like Vivi.

Molly didn’t ask before grabbing the girl by her armpits and lifting her up onto her bottom, so despite not putting up a fight at all, it was technically against her will, but Molly didn’t care. Vivi winced, feeling the baby powder against her skin, and the padding squishing between her legs as she was gently placed onto her cute round butt.

Next came clothes, Vivien held her arms up for her caregiver, letting Miss Molly slip a simple v-neck top over her head and onto her body, it was cute and pink, decorated with dark grey little polka dots. But the shirt wasn’t the piece de resistance, that came next.

Molly was simply grinning ecstatically as she picked it up and held it out in front of Vivien. It was what looked to be a pair of sage green overalls, except it didn’t wrap around her waist like a pair of shorts. It was a dress, and a rather cute one at that, the hem of the skirt at the bottom being made of a special fabric in addition to normal denim to keep it from flattening against her skin like denim normally would. It only reached about halfway down her thighs, but it kept the pleated skirt light and twirly, yet still short enough for Miss Molly to lift the wavy skirt upwards to check Vivi’s diaper.

But there was still one little surprise. Molly lifted her little girl's feet, noting how ticklish Vivi was at her feet as she watched her almost jerk her legs away, before gently rolling a pair of knee high socks onto her legs, pastel pink to match her shirt. Then on those socks went a pair of little shoes, almost like a pair of green converse. But Vivi’s new shoes didn’t match her overall dress, they matched her diaper, decorated and designed with the very same set of little animals printed onto the green background of her shoes that were printed onto the white backdrop of her diaper.

Vivien was speechless. It was humiliating, she looked like a five and a half foot toddler getting ready to go to daycare wearing the type of outfit her mother knew she was going to get bullied for wearing, it was perfect.

Vivi didn’t even notice that her hair had fallen out of its ponytail in the night until Miss Molly took her hair into her hand and quickly tied it into a much neater and better quality ponytail than even Vivien could do. She was actually a little bit impressed, and she almost smiled until she heard the sound of clacking from behind her head, realizing that her hair tie had little decorative baby blocks on it.

Molly admired her work proudly, beaming with delight looking at the image of her little girl. “Is my baby girl dressed and ready to face the day ahead?”

Vivien frowned, her face turning bright pink as she shook her head, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes at the thought of what she looked like.

“Mommy’s going to do your makeup for you, and then it’ll be time for breakfast~” Molly cooed at her, giggling at the little one’s blushing face, pulling out a makeup bag and beginning to go to work on Vivien’s face.

Vivi wore makeup only semi-regularly, but she could expect Molly to do her makeup every day, to keep her looking as pretty as possible, that was just kind of the girl’s style, and it didn’t take her long to apply a layer of foundation and concealer that somehow both covered up any unsightly blemishes on her skin yet also accentuated and highlighted her freckles rather than concealing them.

Her eyelash work did wonders, and Vivien was sure that she couldn’t possibly give herself mascara on the level of quality that Molly applied to her beautiful black lashes, as well as applying a perfectly blended eyeshadow look, using natural browns that continued to highlight her skin, as well as the eyeliner wings that Molly gave her.

Finally came the lipstick, which was red rather than the pink of Vivi’s shirt and socks or green like her dress or her diaper. Perfectly shaped and glazed over with a matte finish. “It’s okay sweetie, I know you feel overwhelmed… but I’m almost done, there’s just one thing left~”

Vivien nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat nervously. She no longer had tears in her eyes, the worst of it was over after she had her diaper changed, the clothes and the makeup were just window dressing, they didn’t thrill her by any means, but they were fine.

She always wasn’t thrilled with what Molly pulled out next, but she really wasn’t surprised.

A collar…

Molly pulled out a simple looking leather collar, very similar to the type you would put on a dog. But this one was customized not for a dog, but for Vivien, it was pastel green with a little silver charm dangling from the front, shaped like a cloud. She got a good look at what it said on the charm as Molly put it around her neck and locked it into place, presumably permanently.

Molly’s~

With the collar around her neck, diaper around her waist, and her clothes and makeup finally applied, Molly’s little girl really was ready to start her day, letting her caregiver help her back onto the floor, holding her hand as she led her into the great big playroom, heading for the cafeteria.

Having been fed inside of her nursery the previous night, Vivi didn’t even realize there was a cafeteria until she stepped inside of it, protesting as Molly tried to seat her in one of the high chairs at the central table.

“Can I feed myself this time? Please?” Vivien knew it was a long shot, but she had been so well behaved that she thought maybe Molly would let her have a little bit more leeway to make herself comfortable, or at least less uncomfortable.

But she was wrong. Molly was going to treat Vivi like the kind of little thing she was, a baby, regardless of her behavior. “Do babies feed themselves?”

“Sometimes-” They didn’t, and Vivien knew that, but she was so unbelievably desperate.

“No, they don’t.” Molly ignored her answer entirely, patting the high chair for Vivien to climb into it. “Up.”

“Can I at least sit at one of the normal seats?” Vivi continued to protest, shaking her head and trying to back away from her caregiver. “I’ve been so well behaved…”

“Yes, you have!!” Molly grinned proudly, continuing to pat the seat of the high chair and beckoning for her little girl to come sit in it. “And you’re going to continue to be well behaved for me, so that I can feed you your breakfast~”

“Miss Molly, I-”

“Come sit in this high chair before I decide to make a second bowl just to shovel oatmeal directly into your diaper instead of your mouth.” Molly’s voice turned stern, giving Vivi her final warning.

That was enough to do it, and Molly hummed quietly to herself as she watched Vivien lower her head in shame and slowly walk back to Molly’s side. Before she even got a chance to lift herself into her seat, her Mommy was already picking her up by her armpits and lifting her into her high chair, closing the built in tray on top of her lap and locking her into her seat so that her Mommy could feed her.

“Keep your hands in your lap and let Miss Molly feed you.” Molly stood directly in front of her, smiling gently as she took both of Vivien’s hands into her own. “But remember, good girls leave their diapers alone~”

Vivien’s face turned bright pink, just like her cute little knee high socks, just with freckles instead of cute little polka dots.

“Can you repeat that back to me, little one?” Molly squeezed Vivien’s hands, repeating it again just in case Vivi needed to hear it. “Good girls leave their diapers alone~”

“Repeat that?” Vivi gritted her teeth, whining through her lips. “Do I have to…”

“Unless you want mushy wet oatmeal down your pants~” Molly mocked her, nodding her head and waiting to hear the words come out of the baby’s mouth instead of her own.

“Good girls leave their diapers alone…”

“Very good, again.”

“A-again?” Vivien whimpered loudly, looking down at the floor in disappointment as she said it again for Molly. “Good girls leave their diapers alone…”

“Good girl, Vivien… Now, I want to hear it one more time-” Molly squeezed Vivi’s hands leaning in close and bringing her face towards her little one’s. “But this time, I want you to put as much enthusiasm into it as you can, can you do that for me?”

“I- I think so… I… G-good girls-” Vivien swallowed nervously, a terrified lump forming in her throat as she looked up into Molly’s eyes with fear, slowly working up the energy and willpower to put any kind of passion behind the words she was trying to choke out of her mouth. “Good girls leave their diapers alone~!!”

“Good girl~!!” Molly continued, keeping Vivien’s enthusiasm as high as she could. “You’re going to leave your diapers alone, aren’t you?”

Vivien swallowed her terrified lump, her fear being eased slightly as she watched Molly give her an encouraging nod. “Y-yes Miss Molly~!!”

“And what does that make you~??”

“A good girl~!!” Vivien’s face turned bright pink as she practically shouted out the words.

“What are you, Vivi?” Molly smiled proudly, urging her to say it one last time.

“I’m a good girl~!!” Vivien pinched her eyes shut as she shouted it one last time, hearing the words echo back to her just a moment later.

Before she had time to open her eyes or even try to process what was happening, she felt Molly’s lips being pressed against her own, sweeping her away into yet another kiss, even more magical than the very first kiss that the two girls had shared.

And just like that first kiss, Vivien felt tears flowing from her closed eyes again, crying as she was kissed, a wave of tension being released from her chest as she felt the other woman let go of her hands, pressing one palm on Vivi’s cheek and slipping the other beneath the tray of the high chair, gently resting itself on top of Vivien’s thigh, near her cute green little diaper.

They made out for a few more moments, before her caregiver finally pulled her lips away from Vivien’s, letting the girl sob under her breath for a few more moments before Molly picked up a rag, beginning to wipe away poor Vivien’s little tears from her cute little face.

“It’s okay to cry… that’s what babies do.” Molly gently stroked Vivien’s thigh with her thumb, setting the rag down once she was done, smiling down at the baby girl in the high chair as she picked up a small hand mirror that she had brought with her for this occasion, having expected to make the girl cry. “See… it doesn’t even ruin your makeup~”

Molly was right, it would seem that sobbing didn’t even so much as ruin her mascara, it was all completely intact. “Can’t have little crybabies like you washing your makeup away with your tears, after all~”

Vivien bit her lip and nodded, whimpering in humiliation as she watched Molly almost instantly switch gears back to making breakfasts.

She was going to do as Molly said and leave her diapers alone. But she was embarrassed enough about it to wait until Molly wasn’t looking to put both of her hands in her lap and lock them together there, trying to make it easier for her not to put her little fingers somewhere she wasn’t supposed to. But even if she was trying to be sneaky, Molly noticed. Molly always notices.

“Another bottle of milk, some vitamins to help you grow big and strong, some fruit snack as a treat, a bowl of oatmeal for your tummy, and-” Molly spun around, setting the tray of Vivi’s breakfast down onto the miniature tabletop keeping her locked into her high chair.

“A-and… and what?” Vivien couldn’t see anything on the tray but the aforementioned foods that Molly just listed.

“A bowl of oatmeal for your tummy, and...” Molly just grinned at her, beaming proudly as she sat down in the adjacent chair. “No oatmeal for Miss Molly to scoop into your diaper~”

Vivi could help but to also smile at that, just a little bit proud of herself for behaving so well. “Miss Molly, I-”

“Ah ah ah!!” She was quickly hushed. “We do things on Miss Molly’s schedule, which means right now it’s time for my hungry little panda baby to hush up and let me feed her~”

How is she so good at this… She wanted to protest the milk bottle again, but Vivien literally couldn’t argue with that, it seemed so obvious to her. Molly had complete and total control over the situation, and she had a terrifyingly effective grasp on Vivi’s emotions, capable of manipulating her into feeling whatever emotion Molly wanted her to feel. Which right now, was hunger.

She ate it all, putting up a lot less fuss than she did during the previous night’s dinner, less fuss than even getting into her high chair. She knew that her stomach was once again going to disagree with the food that was getting fed to her, but for some reason her caregiver didn’t seem to care.

“Wh-why do you keep feeding me dairy…” She had to be good and let Molly feed her every last bite before she could even be allowed to get a single word out, she even had to let her new mommy feed her the bottle of milk this time.

“Babies need to drink their milk so that they can grow, sweetie~” Molly picked up the rag, wiping food scraps from Vivien’s cheek, which was its original intention.

“But I’m lactose intolerant...” Vivien gritted her teeth and whined, but still kept her hands clasped together in her lap as her caregiver cleaned off her face.

“That means very little to me, sweetie. I have to change your diapers regardless.” Molly smiled, slowly lifting the high chair tray and helping her little girl back onto the floor. “Mommy doesn’t mind having to change any of your diapers, no matter how yucky they are~”

Vivi blushed and held up her skirt as Molly gestured for her to do so. This time Molly slipped her finger into Vivien’s diaper at the band of one of her legs, checking to see whether it was wet or not before pulling it back out and blowing the residual baby powder left on her fingers at the baby whose bottom it had come from. “You never have to worry about changing your own diapers, Vivien… I’m going to do that for you, so let me worry about cleaning up any yucky messes you make in your own pants, and just do as Miss Molly says, okay?”

Vivien’s face flushed with humiliation at the thought of messing her pants, escalating from pink to red in just a couple of moments. “But… I don’t want to…”

“I know you don’t want to, but you’re going to.” Molly did not care. Molly absolutely did not care. It did not matter what Vivien wanted, she was going to do as she’s told. “I will worry about what to feed you, and how that goes through you, and if it’s too much dairy, or it gets too yucky for even my liking, I will change your diet accordingly.”

She bit her lip, nodding her head in defeat. “I guess…”

“I know that you’re lactose intolerant… But I control your diet now, not you.” Molly placed her hand on Vivien’s chin, lifting her sullen gaze upwards to look at her caregiver. “You belong to me now, Vivien, and that means I control everything, not you, me. Is that hard to understand?”

“N-no… it’s just-”

“It’s just what, little one? It’s just not your style, is that it? Do you think that you can do a better job than Miss Molly can, hmm?? Do you just not want to do as you’re told??” Molly stared directly into Vivien’s eyes, scolding her for her behavior. “This is insolence, dear. Continuing to fight me and not doing as you’re told is insolence, and I will not stand insolence, Vivi.”

Vivien shook her head, her mouth going slack as she tried to find words, but failed to say anything at all.

“No, no more words, baby… I’ve told you this several times already and I know you heard it from Charlie too, but Miss Molly is not very nice, Miss Molly is mean, especially to fussy little girls who think that insolence is okay behavior to show to their caregivers.” Molly slipped her fingers beneath Vivi’s collar, pulling it tight against the back of her neck. “The timeout corner is ready for you to try it out, and we’re about to take you there… Say ‘Yes, Miss Molly.’”

“Y-yes, Miss Molly!” The words jumped out of her mouth before she even had time to form them, being pulled out by her caregivers demands.

“Good…” Molly let go of her collar, pointing towards the nursery, putting her hand to Vivien’s bottom and pushing her, giving her a head start to get her going.

It wasn’t easy for Vivi to do, but she did it, leading the way all the way back to where she now recognized the door to her nursery was, even without needing to be pointed at it like a child.

“I’m going to leave these right where they are. I don’t care if you sit, stand, kneel, or lay down… but I expect you to stay put.” Hand on Vivi’s backside, Molly helped her over the baby gates and into the corner for timeout. The little fence was just barely taller than Vivien’s waist, the girl could very easily climb over it and back into the rest of her room, but her caregiver expected her not to. “We both know that you can climb over these, but that doesn’t mean you should… does it?”

“No, Miss Molly…” Vivien sat down, crossing her legs in front of her as she looked up at her caregiver from inside of the timeout corner.

“If Mommy puts you inside of a pen, where do you think you should stay?”

“Inside the pen…”

“If Mommy puts you in your crib, where do you think you should stay?”

“In my crib…”

“If Mommy puts you somewhere, anywhere at all, where do you think you should stay?”

“Wherever she tells me to…”

“If Mommy tells you to sit somewhere, where should you sit?”

“Wherever she says…”

“If Mommy tells you to do something, what should you do?”

“Whatever she says…”

“And who is your mommy, Vivi?”

“You are, Miss Molly… you’re my mommy…”

“You’re a good girl at heart, Vivien… but I have to be hard on you so that these things don’t happen…” Molly smiled at her, reaching down to gently pet her on the head.

Molly was simultaneously being tough on her as well as going easy on her. She was being strict and clamping down on behavior that she thought was enough to be punished for, but there was a reason for that.

She was being tough on what she was going to punish her for, but she was going easy on the punishments themselves. Molly didn’t really want to hurt her for things that she was only just learning to do, she was just trying to demonstrate to her what kinds of behavior were going to get the poor girl in trouble. Vivien had to be punished for bad behavior early on, that way she would know not to repeat those bad behaviors down the line, but that didn’t mean Molly was going to beat her every time she made a mistake.

Vivien sat down, crossing her legs in front of her as she turned away from her caregiver, she didn’t have to, but she chose to at least face the corner to make it at least look like proper cornertime. Desperately trying not to burst into tears while Molly was still in the room with her.

“It’s okay to cry, baby… I have a baby monitor here on your dresser so that I can listen to what you’re up to at all times. I can hear you cry from wherever I go.” Molly tried to ease her fears, letting her know that she was always going to be here, whether she was really in the room or not. “Ask Miss Shannon, or Miss Robin, or even Miss Panda, and they’ll tell you that your mommy is mean… but that’s only because they don’t know my secret~”

“Y-your secret?” She could hear Vivien beginning to cry even as she continued to try and hide her face from her caregiver.

“Miss Molly likes being mean… but not as much as she likes making little girls happy…” Molly spoke gently, trying to sound as soft and as caring as possible. “And right now you’re the little girl that Miss Molly loves the most~”

Molly could hear Vivien begin to sob again, still trying to hide her face, but she could definitely hear her charge trying her best to find the words to respond with.

“Can you say ‘Yes, Mommy’?”

“Y-yes, Mommy~!!” It slipped out of her lips naturally, with a lot more enthusiasm than Molly had expected. “Yes Mommy…”

Molly smiled, picking up the receiving end of the baby monitor and making her way out of the room, leaving her little one to herself for her timeout, flicking the lights off just before she left the room, letting the nursery be illuminated from the natural light of the sun outside.

“What are you, Vivien?”

“I’m a good girl, Mommy…”

“Yes you are, baby… Good girl~”