In the kitchen around the table were three oversized baby highchairs. The highchairs were sturdily built to keep the babies in place. She placed Brandi in one and the tray attached. Lana was put into another one and secured. Zoey held out her arms and Mommy placed her in the last one.

Mommy placed a baby bottle, a huge one like she gave them last night, on each tray. Zoey immediately took hers and started sucking on it. Lana looked at hers and Brandi still had a pacifier strapped on her head.

Mommy removed the gag and said, “Go ahead, babies, Zoey is going to show you up.”

Brandi was still defiant and wasted a perfect opportunity to remain silent, “You sadistic bitch!”

Before she could utter another word, Mommy shoved a feeding gag back into Brandi's mouth and hung the bottle from a pole at the back of Brandi's chair. She opened the valve fully and Brandi had to gulp to keep up. Lana looked on intently.

“Go ahead, Baby Lana,” said Mommy, “Unless you want to be gagged, too.”

Lana picked up her bottle. It was heavy. The fluid she felt in her mouth was thicker and less sweet but not terrible tasting. She didn't see how she could possibly finish it but perhaps if she made a dent in it, that would be enough.

“Now, Baby Brandi used another big, bad word,” said Trisha, “I've already spanked her once today. This time I'm going to wash her mouth out with soap.”

All the babies’ eyes were wide open. Soaping a mouth was one of those things your parents always threatened but usually it scared you enough to quit before it was actually carried out. Well, it looked like Brandi fooled around and was going to find out.

About half way through Zoey's bottle, Trisha places some dry breakfast cereal on her tray. Zoey smiled and offered some to Brandi and Lana. Lana took a few but Brandi was gagged and wasn't in a friendly mood.

Trisha took out her phone and fiddled a bit and smiled like she was proud of something. She went to Brandi and shut off the flow through the gag and removed it. She was putting the nipple back on the bottle when Brandi opened her mouth to say something.

“Awhr athga,” were the unintelligible sounds she made.

It surprised Brandi as much as Lana. Mommy smiled and took a picture of her babies, then put her phone in her pocket. Zoey kept eating her cereal by gumming it softly. Mommy had paralyzed Brandi's vocal cords.

Drink up, babies,” said Trisha, “Anything left in those bottles when I'm finished eating goes in you one way or another.”

Trisha made herself a couple of eggs, a few slices of bacon and some buttered toast. With the babies dialed down, she didn't need to turn her nanobots up. Zoey had no trouble finishing her bottle. This was a normal Tuesday for her. Lana struggled to get it down but finished hers before Mommy did. Brandi, as usual, refused to take part and won the prize.

Trisha shook her head, “Zoey, what do we do to stubborn little babies that won't take their breakfast?”

Zoey smiled, “Dem gets a emena, Mommy!”

“That's right, Baby Brandi will get her breakfast in her bottom,” said Trisha.

Brandi didn't like the sound of that and turned up the bottle. She began sucking on it as hard as she could. Unfortunately, she also sucked a lot of air and her tummy was bloated. It pleased Trisha to see that was something that got through to her. All three of the babies were bloated.

The formula was blended and whipped. It incorporated air into it to make it fluffier. It was also very high in fiber so it was filling as well. Trisha tossed a colorful towel over her shoulder and released Zoey from her chair. She sat Zoey in her lap and began patting her on the back. Zoey placed her head on Mommy's shoulder as she burped her.

After several belches, Trisha let Zoey down and told her to go play with her toys in the adjacent living room. Trisha went to Lana next and took her tray off to pat her on the back. Lana couldn't help but notice how nice it felt on Mommy's shoulder and would have probably enjoyed it under different circumstances. Lana release a few good burps and Mommy praised her before sending her off to play with Zoey.

When Lana was sitting on the floor, she tried to stand but kept toppling over. She had no choice but to crawl on her knees. At least it wasn't that far to fall over. She reached the living room to find Zoey stacking blocks. Zoey handed her a few blocks and Lana accepted them, though she simply held them.

Trisha went to Brandi, “Poor little Brandi. I bet your tummy hurts.”

Brandi winced but remained quiet. Trisha pulled her tray away and sat her on her lap, head on her shoulder. She patted Brandi's back several times before Brandi released a lot of gas off her tummy. It felt better but was humiliating, like everything else since they left the refugee camp.

When Trisha was satisfied, she sent Brandi to crawl into the living room to find her sisters. Brandi was curious how long this “you are a baby girl” charade was going to continue. HE would never be a SHE.