Snack time

"Okay, kids!" Natalie called out, "It's snack time!"

The kids immediately raced towards another room that was through an open door, which was being held open by another caretaker (another woman who was in her late forties) with a smile as she ushered the kids through. Vanessa whimpered as she waddled towards the door as well, only to be stopped as Natalie grabbed her wrist.

"No, no. Not you." Natalie said as she shook her head. "Ingrid has something already planned for you."

"Ingrid?" Vanessa asked.

"Our manager that you met earlier." Natalie explained, noticing the humiliated and horrified expression on the former CEO's face. "You must have done something really naughty to have her assign your snack to be... The Formula."

The other woman and the kids gasped in shock and horror as they turned to Natalie and Vanessa. The older woman quickly ushered the remaining children inside the snack room, the kids muttering among themselves. Vanessa gulped as the older woman finally shut the door. She didn't like the sound of that.

"T-the Formula?" She asked wearily as Natalie led her to an area of the room. It suddenly occurred to her that, to her horror, she was being led to a highchair. "Hey, wait a - "

Before Vanessa could finish, Natalie lifted the former up by her armpits and into the highchair, a feat of strength that only destroyed Vanessa's pride. The fact that a young woman half her age managed to lift her up like she was nothing almost made her want to bawl her eyes out again. The only thing WORSE than this fact was the fact that she managed to fit into the highchair despite her big butt being a very tight squeeze. As Natalie snapped the tray into place, Vanessa began to wonder if she had any dignity left after this.

Natalie then walked towards a small fridge and opened it. "You must have done something really naughty for Ingrid to consider this." She stated as she pulled out a baby bottle that was filled with a strange purple and green liquid.

Picking up a nearby clipboard, she read over the notes on it and gave a look of realization before frowning at Vanessa, saying, "Ah. It seems that you DO deserve The Formula. And I'm instructed to make sure that you drink every last drop."

Before Vanessa could argue, Natalie shoved the bottle into her mouth. The former CEO wanted to gag the second that the liquid hit her tongue. It tasted disgusting! She was about to spit it out when Natalie held her nose, forcing Vanessa to swallow the concoction. After a few minutes, Natalie pulled the bottle away after Vanessa had emptied it, the latter gasping and gagging.

"What was that?!" Vanessa coughed.

"You mean the ingredients?" Natalie asked in reply. "Oh, not much. Apple juice, prune juice, liquefied spinach, three cups of sugar, castor oil, and..." She gave a quick smirk, "powdered versions of a very powerful diuretic and an equally as powerful laxative."

"What?!" Vanessa shrieked as Natalie undid the tray and helped her down, leading her over to the playpen that she had found the former CEO in.

"Oh, yeah. That's what makes The Formula so feared by everyone. Even though we never actually used it until today." Natalie said as she, in another feat of strength that embarrassed Vanessa, lifted the former CEO up and sitting her down into the playpen. "A quarter of a teaspoon of those two can cause someone to be rendered incontinent for a day."

"And... H-how much was in that bottle...?" Vanessa stammered fearfully, unaware of Natalie tying a leash around the former CEO's ankle before attaching it to the side of the playpen.

"Let's see." Natalie said as she looked over the notes again. "Ingrid didn't write the exact measurements down, but according to this, you won't have any control over your bladder or bowels for three to ten - "

"Days?" Vanessa asked hopefully.

"Years." Natalie replied as she walked towards the room where the kids and the other caretaker were having their snack.

Vanessa could only let out a whimper, on the verge of tears as she sat in the playpen and hung her head in embarrassment.