“...playtime!” Sarah announces loudly, clapping her hands together gleefully.
Before you can react to what you’re sure will be torture, Milly hoists you into the air and places you in Sarah’s baby alive doll’s high chair. She leans close to your face, grinning before she pulls back and announces, “Baby is hungry!”
“Nwaimnwaut,” You try to squeeze out, but the pacifier stops you from saying anything proper.
Sally glances at Sarah, wearing an identical, devious grin. “Mommy Milly is right. Baby is hungry.”
Sarah nods in understanding, briefly walking away before returning with an armful of...baby food?
“Hm, I suppose we’ll have to take his pacifier off, even if it does calm him down.” You scowl at your little sister, who merely smiles wider. “Mommy Sally, could you do the honors?”
As Sarah and Molly begin to unscrew the bottles, Sally reaches for the pacifier. You try to wiggle as her fingers touch it so you can make a break for it, but the high chair is too tight and your hands are trapped underneath. You’re stuck and helpless, completely at their mercy.
Somehow that doesn’t make you feel any better.
“Pwees,” You find yourself whining through the pacifier.
Sally pulls the pacifier out, and you grin triumphantly. However, as you open your mouth to scream for help, a spoon is shoved into your mouth, and you nearly choke on the concoction forced in.
You try to spit it out, but Milly tips your head back, forcing you to swallow and then forcing another spoonful into your mouth.
“No!” You manage to choke out as you are once again forced to swallow what tastes like actual garbage.
Sarah grins, stepping closer with her baby food container and spoon in hand. “Aw, Mommy Milly, Baby loves his smashed squash lemon milk.” She shakes the bottle for emphasis, and you gag again.
“Not as much as he loves his mashed pumpkin ginger cheese, Mommy Sarah.” Milly dangles her spoon in front of her mouth again.
You can’t live like this! This stuff tastes disgusting! Do they even make baby food in those flavors? Something tells you that’s not the case. As the mommies close in, you decide you need to figure out what to do, and fast.
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