✨A ni-nis game: Tell the bottles apart✨
Every night, after being tucked nice and snug into your crib, Daddy likes to play a little game with you.
Every night, you're given two big baby bottles that look exactly the same. They're both filled up to the same extent, their content seems the same shade of pink in both, they both have the same Sophia the First decoration that makes you cringe. What is she smiling at, anyway?!
Every night, Daddy repeats you the rules of his little game.
"Both these two bottles have a special ingredient, puppet: the milk from one of them has been mixed with a dose of laxatives, the other one, with Daddy's own yummy milkies :). You know your best friend -well, she's your Mommy now- makes me cum way harder than you managed to. And you love my milkies, don't youu?
You're to choose one now. Of course, you can't taste them beforehand! You'll drink up the one you choose like a good little girl and then it's lights off for you. Your goal is to choose Daddy's milkies three times in a row, and he'll let you give him a suckie-suckie! Isn't he nice?"
Every night, you do as you're told and you never seem capable of distinguishing which one's which, at least from the taste. But the nights you've taken the wrong one, your gurgling tummy is happy to inform you that you've miserably failed.
Almost every night, Mommy and Daddy watch you through the baby monitor while you fight back the urge of letting go. You hear their cackling through the walls of the guest room -your now nursery-, followed by Mommy's moans of pleasure.
Almost every morning, you're greeted by their making fun of the baby stench your nursery is filled up with, showing off their fake as fuck pity when you start crying at the realization that you won't be sucking Daddy off that night.
Every night, you're given the two stupid bottles and you choose one again, apathetically. You know one of them has Daddy's milkies. There has to be. You've chosen it right before... Or you think so. There have been nights you haven't pooped yourself in your sleep! That needs to mean something!! Right??
How many nights will you need to realize what's really going on?
Every night, they've been gaslighting you into thinking you could somehow win this game. The two bottles were almost always laced with laxatives, dummie! They liked to mix up the doses, though, just to see what happened.
You are their little doll to play with.
But to give you the perspective of maybe, sometime, being able to choose the good bottle for three times in a row, they make sure you have a plain milk bottle at least once every week.
They love playing with your little mind.
Yes, a plain milk one... what? What he said about his cum? Well, that was a joke, sweetie! Of course Daddy wouldn't give his seed to you, kiddo. Mommy prefers slurping it up. Every fucking night.
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