Bee in her bonnet:
Part 4
By: Mia

	Bridget grimaced a bit, as she wiggled in the highchair, the tight webbing made her arms stick to the insides, as she watched the spider lady dig through a nearby cabinet. The clinking of glasses and silverware caught her attention, and she looked over just in time to see the woman holding two goblet-sized jars of what could only be described as muck.

"Ahuhuhu my dear little bee we are going to get you nice and properly fed~ oh yes we are!”

Hearing the pop of the top coming off, the seal now broken, the spider woman held up the bowl with a pleasant grin, her eyes scrunched up by the expression on her face, as she lifted the spoon

“Now...open wide for Auntie, sweetheart.”

Closing her lips even tighter, Bridget looked defiantly at the spoon as it came closer, causing the spider to sigh softly giving her own coy grin, lowering the bowl and looking directly into the bee’s eyes.
 
“Y'know little bee~ ...this is not how big girls act, you know. Weren’t you trying to convince me you aren’t a baby? But I'll tell you what...let’s make you a deal. If you can eat up all your nummies by yourself, I’ll believe you’re able to get by without Auntie taking care of you.”

She smiled kindly, fully aware of how useless that gesture was going to be. Watching as the bee reached and grabbed the spoon, Bailey begrudgingly brought the spoon into the jar with a loud squelch. Her eyes on the spider who had decided to sip a small cup of tea, bringing the goopy mess up Bridget grimaced as she started to open her mouth, only to feel her arm move on its own bringing the spoon much faster than she intended.

The result was felt rather immediately, as the sloppy food smeared on her cheek. A trail of green mush dropped down onto her chest, she pouted as she dug the spoon in again, making sure to move it, though this time, every time she started to bring the spoon up it seemed to be pulled out of her hand, growling a bit at this she glared at the innocent looking spider. Who sat there, smiling, but not speaking, she returned the spoon, each time, the very soul of patience, waiting for the bee to admit defeat.
 
“That’s IT fine… I don’t know what you’re doing but this little game is unwinnable! And I’ll have you know that I am- mmph!”

As she was speaking, Bridget soon felt the rubber spoon enter her mouth delivering a lumpy green mush, as it deposited onto the bee girl’s tongue, the slop sliding along leaving a… less than savory aftertaste, causing her to make quite the unpleasant face. Seeing the spider still sipping her tea, the bee watched in horror as one of her arms flicked and strands of webbing appeared to be holding the spoon bringing it in for yet another go.

“Ahh, my dear, you’ll learn soon just how persuasive I can be, Be that as it may~, you failed our little test, and oh I couldn’t be happier~ As soon as we are done with your num nums, we can get you laid down for a nice nap before the rest of our day.”

Hearing this, The bee looked up in surprise, only for another spoonful to be brought into its place, and this went on. For what felt like hours to poor Bridget, the webbed diaper felt warm on her waist, the sticky webbing holding fast to her skin. As she soon felt the spider’s hand underneath her armpits. Feeling the constricting webbing give way, she was lifted up, and into the spider’s arms.

“Ahuhuhu~ my dear little bee~ let’s get you a nice warm bottle~”

Walking over to a nearby refrigerator, she reached inside pulling a large baby bottle out, the pink cap holding an amber nipple. She took a seat in a pearlescent webbing of a rocking chair smiling down at the bee in her arms.

“Now… you’ll open up for Aunty, won’t you? Ahuhuhu”

Looking again to her surroundings, and then up above, to the alarmingly still wriggling sacks, opening her mouth and feeling the bottle teat start to fill her mouth, the cool liquid coming through and onto her tongue, she realized had a bit of a sweet flavor, the fangs on the spider shown in her grin as the bee blushed nursing as best she could, feeling the diaper she had on warm, the scene above her casting that wriggling of fear into her gut.
Once the bottle was emptied, the young bee found herself lifted up into the spider's lap, many of the small hands patting her on the back, feeling the air shift in her tummy, Bridget suddenly let out a loud belch, her antennae moving down to hide her embarrassment. 

The spider clapped for joy, smiling brightly down at the young bee in her arms, she walked over to the crib, laying her down on the sticky surface, as the bee felt herself stuck fast trying as she might to lift her head, a small mobile was wound, and as the small tinkling of the instruments started to play, she soon found herself looking up at small sacks, not unlike those hanging higher above the cot, closing her eyes tightly she soon drifted off into a soft sleep, wondering and fearing what embarrassing things were in store for her going forward.