Accept the food

You opened your mouth to accept the food, not wanting to deal with the consequences for being picky. A large rubber spoon entered your mouth, causing a strong flavor of carrot to wash over your taste buds. You forcefully swallowed it, not particularly liking vegetables.

The robot continued to feed you, every once in a while, misaiming and smearing the baby food all over your face, some of it even dripping onto your bare chest. It was almost done with the jar when you felt a sudden pressure in your gut…those suppositories had finally taken action. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for long, and the jar was almost empty.