Hannah blinked at the screen, her pacifier bobbing faintly in her mouth. The cartoon characters Naomi and Oliver danced in their exaggerated, animated way. Their bubbly voices carried through the room, but Hannah focused on the impossible words they had spoken earlier.

They knew their names.

It didn’t matter how much she tried to rationalize it—hearing her name and Emily’s spoken aloud by the characters on the screen left her shaken. She could see the same unease mirrored in Emily’s expression, her sister sitting stiffly beside Daddy, her bottle now forgotten in her lap.

Hannah’s fingers tightened around the plush bunny in her arms as the cartoon began in earnest. Naomi, clad in her ridiculous flowery dress and bulging cloth diaper, twirled across the screen, her pigtails bouncing with each exaggerated movement. Beside her, Oliver followed suit, his crinkling disposable diaper visible beneath his overalls as he waved enthusiastically at the audience.

“Hello again, Hannah and Emily!” Naomi chirped, her tone dripping with saccharine cheer. “We’re so glad you’re here for today’s special episode!”

Oliver grinned, leaning toward the screen as though he could see them directly. “That’s right! We have so much fun planned for you today! But first, we must ensure you’ve been good girls.”

Hannah felt her heart skip a beat as Naomi stepped closer, her enormous eyes peering directly at the camera. “Hannah, Emily,” she said sweetly, tilting her head with a patronizing smile. “Have you been good girls? Are you wearing your diapers like you’re supposed to?”

Hannah’s mouth fell open in shock, her pacifier slipping free as she turned to look at Emily. Her sister’s eyes were wide, her knuckles white as she gripped the bottle in her lap. But before either of them could react, the cartoon characters did something that made the moment even more surreal.

They stopped.

The bright, cheerful music in the background faded slightly as Naomi and Oliver stood there, waiting. Their enormous, animated eyes blinked patiently, their expressions unwavering as they seemed to anticipate a response.

Hannah’s chest tightened, her breath catching as she stared at the screen. The silence dragged on, the weight of their unspoken question pressing heavily on her. She could feel the faint pull of the show’s hypnotic effects creeping into her mind, a subtle but persistent urge to answer them.

Emily shifted beside her, her shoulders tense as she gritted her teeth. “This is insane,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the stillness. “They’re waiting for us to answer.”

Hannah nodded faintly, her voice trembling as she whispered, “What do we do?”

Neither girl moved, their silence stretching longer as they fought the oppressive draw of the show. The colors on the screen seemed brighter than they should have been, and the gentle rhythm of the background music weaved through their thoughts like a siren’s call. It was calming and soothing, meant to lull them into compliance.

But both girls knew better. They could feel the heavy undertones of the show’s hypnotic effects, a subtle manipulation buried within the cheerful facade. The effect was stronger than anticipated, but it wasn’t enough to fully breach their defenses. The serum that had made them resistant to hypnotics was holding, though it took every ounce of their willpower to fight the pull.

Naomi tilted her head further, her smile unwavering as she said, “We can’t start the fun until you tell us! Are you being good girls and wearing your diapers?”

Hannah’s cheeks flushed hotly, and her hands gripped the bunny tighter as she wrestled with the conflicting sensations. The show’s bright, cheerful tone felt like a warm blanket, coaxing her into a relaxation she couldn’t afford. Her mind screamed at her to resist, to push back against the oppressive pull, but her body felt heavy, and her thoughts were clouded.

Beside her, Emily’s jaw tightened as she clung to her resolve. “They’re trying to break us,” she murmured under her breath, her tone steely despite the flicker of fear in her eyes. “But we’re not going to let them.”

Hannah nodded again, more firmly this time, her grip on her bunny a lifeline as she planted her feet on the ground—metaphorically and mentally. Together, they stared down the animated characters, refusing to give them the response they were waiting for.

Naomi’s animated figure on the screen shifted slightly, her hands clasping in front of her as she leaned closer to the camera. Her enormous, cheerful eyes sparkled with unrelenting warmth, and her sweet voice filled the room again. “Come on, Hannah, Emily,” she cooed, her tone dripping with patronizing charm. You can tell us! We just want to make sure our special girls are being good.”

Oliver joined in, bouncing in place with exaggerated excitement, his disposable diaper crinkling audibly with each hop. “Yeah! It’s not hard—just say yes! Good Littles always answer when Naomi asks them a question!”

Hannah’s fingers tightened on the plush bunny in her arms, her knuckles white as the cartoon’s pull grew stronger. The colors on the screen seemed brighter, and the gentle lilt of Naomi’s voice weaved through her thoughts like a soothing lullaby. Her body felt heavier, and her mind fogged as the urge to respond pressed against her willpower like a rising tide.

“Good Littles always answer,” Naomi repeated, her voice softer now, almost whispering as though sharing a secret. “It’s okay to tell us. We’ll be so proud of you!”

Beside her, Emily let out a sharp breath, her jaw clenched tightly as she shook her head. “This is insane,” she muttered, barely audible. “They’re trying to wear us down.”

Hannah could barely nod, her focus torn between the screen and her chest's growing dread. She could feel Daddy shifting slightly beneath her, his large hand resting on her back as he rubbed slow, absentminded circles. The tension in his body was palpable, his confusion and unease evident in the way his breathing hitched faintly.

“Hannah, Emily,” Naomi said again, her tone taking on a playful edge as she swayed slightly in place. “We’re waiting, sweeties. Are you wearing your diapers like good Littles?”

The silence that followed was almost unbearable, the weight of her question pressing down on the room like a physical force. Hannah’s heart pounded, her resolve slipping as the fog in her mind thickened. The question wasn’t just a query—it was a test, a challenge to the serum’s strength and her mental fortitude.

Emily’s hands clenched into fists on her lap, her breathing shallow as she whispered, “Don’t answer. Don’t give them what they want.”

But Naomi wasn’t done. She tilted her head, her wide smile unwavering as her voice grew even softer. “If you’re too shy to answer, that’s okay,” she said, her tone dripping with condescension. “You can whisper it. I’ll still hear you.”

The pull was unbearable now, the hypnotic effects of the cartoon clawing at the edges of Hannah’s consciousness. Her body felt heavy, her mouth moving before she could stop herself, a quiet “Yes” slipping past her lips.

Naomi’s smile brightened immediately, her hands clapping together in exaggerated glee. “Oh, what a good girl, Hannah!” she exclaimed, her voice brimming with mock delight. “We knew you were a good baby!”

Hannah’s cheeks burned, her heart sinking as she realized what she had just done. She glanced at Emily, whose horrified expression mirrored the shame coursing through her.

But Naomi wasn’t finished. She leaned closer to the camera, her animated face filling the screen as she asked, “Now, have either of you gone potty yet? Are you wet or messy? Good babies use their diapers, after all.”

Hannah’s breath caught in her throat, her embarrassment suffocating as she clutched her bunny tighter. The room seemed to close around her, and the cartoon’s bright colors and cheerful voices twistedly contrasted with the shame and dread flooding her mind.

Daddy’s hand stilled on her back, his body rigid as the question hung. The tension between them was palpable, the line between the hypnotic cartoon and reality blurring further with every passing second.

Hannah’s cheeks burned as the silence stretched, Naomi and Oliver waiting expectantly on the screen. Her heart raced, her resolve already shaky after her slip earlier. The question lingered in the air, relentless and pressing, and before she could stop herself, the word fell from her lips.

“No.”

The room felt impossibly still for a moment, the weight of her response crashing over her. Naomi’s face immediately lit up with delight, and Oliver’s excited bouncing accompanied her clapping hands.

“Oh, Hannah!” Naomi exclaimed, her saccharine voice brimming with joy. “You answered again! What a good baby!”

Hannah’s stomach churned at the condescension in her tone, the shame settling heavily on her chest. But Naomi’s smile faltered slightly, her exaggerated pout returning as she placed her hands on her hips.

“But you haven’t gone potty yet?” Naomi said, her voice taking on a playfully disappointed tone. “That’s not very baby-like, is it?”

Oliver chimed in, shaking his head dramatically. “Not at all, Naomi! Good Littles always use their diapers when they need to!”

The cartoon characters turned their expectant gazes to Emily, their exaggerated eyes gleaming with anticipation. “What about you, Emily?” Naomi asked sweetly. “Have you gone potty yet?”

Emily sat stiffly beside Daddy, her hands clenched tightly around the bottle in her lap. Her jaw was set, and her expression strained as she fought the rising pressure to respond. The pull of the cartoon was overwhelming, and the soothing colors and voices gnawed at her resistance.

Hannah turned slightly, catching the faint tremble in Emily’s shoulders as her sister struggled. A moment passed in unbearable tension, and then Hannah heard it—a small, choked whimper followed by Emily’s barely audible reply.

“No.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with defeat, and Naomi’s face immediately brightened again. “Oh, Emily!” she squealed, her hands clapping together. “You’re such a good baby, too! We’re so proud of you for answering!”

Oliver grinned, his cheerful demeanor somehow more unsettling than ever. “But neither of you have gone potty yet,” he said, shaking his head again. “That just won’t do. Let’s help you learn how to be good Littles!”

Naomi twirled in place, her flowery dress flouncing around her as she lifted it with exaggerated flair. Beneath, her bulging cloth diaper was on full display, the pastel-colored fabric adorned with playful prints of flowers and butterflies. “See?” she said, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. “This is what it means to be a good girl. You wear your diapers and use them like you’re supposed to!”

Hannah’s breath hitched as the pull of the show intensified. Her body felt heavy, her mind fogging further as she fought the insidious draw of Naomi’s words. A strange, cool sensation spread through her bladder, a chilling awareness that made her breathing quicken. Her need to pee, manageable moments ago, suddenly felt urgent, pressing.

But it didn’t stop there. A growing pressure settled in her lower abdomen, the need to poop building rapidly and inexplicably. Hannah’s cheeks burned hotter, her hands gripping her bunny tightly as she squirmed slightly in Daddy’s lap. The sensation was overwhelming, and the cartoon’s relentless cheer made it all the worse.

Beside her, Emily shifted uncomfortably, her body tense as she pressed her legs together. The strain on her face mirrored Hannah’s struggle, and Hannah could tell her sister was feeling the same growing pressure.

“Good Littles, listen to Naomi and Oliver,” Naomi chirped, her smile unwavering as she adjusted her dress. “Just relax and let it happen! You’ll feel so much better.”

Oliver leaned toward the screen, his exaggerated grin somehow playful and menacing. “That’s right! Being a good Little means doing what your body tells you. Don’t fight it—just let go!”

The cheerful voices filled the room, wrapping around Hannah and Emily like a suffocating blanket. The pressure in their bodies grew stronger with each passing moment, and their resolve was tested to its limits as the cartoon continued its insidious lesson.

Naomi and Oliver paused, their animated faces shifting to expressions of exaggerated thoughtfulness. “Hmm,” Naomi mused, tapping her chin with a finger as she tilted her head playfully. “Our special Littles might need a little extra help learning how to go potty in their diapers.”

Oliver’s eyes lit up with excitement, his wide grin practically splitting his face. “Oh, I know what to do, Naomi!” he exclaimed, bouncing in place. “Let’s sing the Potty Song! It’s the perfect way to teach them to be good babies!”

Naomi clapped her hands together, her pigtails bouncing with enthusiasm. “Oh, what a great idea, Oliver! Singing always helps Littles learn faster!”

The screen brightened as cheerful music began to play, the melody upbeat and saccharine sweet. Naomi and Oliver swayed to the rhythm, their voices harmonizing as they began to sing:

“Good babies go potty,
They know just what to do!
Fill those diapers, don’t be naughty,
That’s what good Littles do!”

Hannah’s cheeks reddened as the humiliating lyrics washed over her. She could feel the song's pull growing stronger with every line, the infectious melody burrowing into her mind like a creeping vine. Her lips trembled as she fought the urge to sing along, the compulsion almost unbearable.

Beside her, Emily’s fists clenched in her lap, her body rigid as she struggled to resist the same pull. “Don’t,” she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice strained. “Don’t let it get to you.”

But the cartoon characters weren’t done. They continued swaying and twirling, their voices bright and cheerful as the song grew even more belittling.

“Don’t hold it in, just let it out,
Be a good girl and obey!
Wet or messy, there’s no doubt,
Good Littles potty this way!”

Hannah’s grip on her bunny tightened as the pressure in her bladder and bowels grew unbearable. The sensation of coolness in her bladder returned, spreading through her like a chilling reminder of her precarious state. The need to relieve herself was overwhelming, her body teetering on the edge of giving in.

She tried to look away and close her eyes, but the screen's pull was too strong. Her gaze was drawn back to Naomi and Oliver, who were now standing side by side. Their hands clasped together, they grinned at the girls.

“To show you how it’s done,” Naomi said sweetly, her animated eyes sparkling. We’ll go potty, too!”

Hannah and Emily watched in horror as Naomi’s cloth diaper bulged visibly. The pastel fabric grew heavier and sagged as she giggled. Beside her, Oliver’s disposable diaper followed suit, the padding darkening and swelling as he bounced in place with an exaggerated cheer.

“See?” Oliver said, his voice brimming with pride. “It’s so easy! Just relax and let it happen!”

The humiliation of the scene left Hannah trembling, her face hot as the song continued to play. She could feel her control slipping, her body betraying her as the pressure became unbearable. The need to pee and poop was now a relentless force, pushing against the last shreds of her resistance.

Beside her, Emily’s breathing quickened, her knuckles white as she clung to her resolve. But even she couldn’t hide the strain on her face, the subtle tremble in her posture betraying her struggle.

The song’s chorus swelled, Naomi and Oliver’s voices ringing out in unison:

“Good babies go potty,
No need to feel ashamed!
It’s just what Littles do, you see,
And we’ll be proud you came!”

The pull to sing along grew stronger with every note, the cheerful melody sinking its hooks deeper into Hannah’s mind. Her lips quivered, the words hovering on the edge of slipping out as she fought desperately to hold onto her last shred of dignity.

But with each passing second, her control wavered, the humiliating inevitability of her situation looming ever closer.

As the song reached its climactic crescendo, the cheerful melody seemed to swell around Hannah, drowning out her thoughts. Naomi and Oliver twirled in unison on the screen, their bright, exaggerated smiles locked onto her as if they could see her every movement. The pressure in her bladder and bowels was unbearable now, a relentless force she could no longer hold back.

Hannah whimpered softly, her fingers clutching her bunny in a desperate attempt to cling to her resolve. But the battle was already lost. With a quiet gasp, her body betrayed her, and the dam broke.

The release was immediate. The warm wetness began to spread through Hannah’s diaper, her bladder emptying in a steady flow she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. The padding swelled around her, growing softer and snugger as it absorbed the flood, crinkling faintly with each subtle shift of her body. The warmth spread like a comforting wave, wrapping her lower half in a soothing embrace that made her shiver.

The sensation wasn’t strange to Hannah—not anymore. She had been wearing diapers full-time since returning from the Diaper Dimension, and while she had fought the necessity at first, she had long since grown accustomed to their presence. The feeling of a wet diaper was familiar, almost second nature now, but there was something different this time. The circumstances, the overwhelming praise from Naomi and Oliver, and the relentless pressure of the show all seemed to amplify the experience.

The warmth settled against her skin like a gentle hug, and for the briefest of moments, Hannah found herself leaning into it, a small part of her relishing the comfort it provided. The snugness of the swollen padding cradled her, and despite the lingering embarrassment, letting go filled her with an undeniable sense of relief.

Before she could fully process the first sensation, her bowels followed suit. A soft, muffled noise escaped her lips as she felt the mess push out, the padding giving way easily as the bulk expanded to accommodate it. The pressure in her abdomen melted away, replaced by a spreading warmth and heaviness that seemed to ground her.

The heaviness between her legs grew, the diaper sagging slightly under the weight as it molded to her body. The warmth enveloped her now, a stark contrast to the room's cool air. The mess settled snugly against her, and while she knew she should feel mortified—should want to recoil from the sensation—she couldn’t deny the strange comfort it brought. The act of letting go had been freeing in a way that made her chest tighten with conflicting emotions.

As it adjusted to its new state, the faint crinkle of her diaper was almost soothing, the sound mingling with the soft praise pouring from the screen. The diaper wasn’t just an object anymore—it was a cocoon, a barrier between her and the world that suddenly felt more like a refuge than a punishment.

For a fleeting moment, her diaper's overwhelming relief, warmth, and security felt… right—safe, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be. The thought sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and she buried her face against Daddy’s chest, torn between shame and the comforting reality of her situation.

Naomi and Oliver’s faces lit up with unrestrained joy on the screen, their animated voices bubbling with praise.

“Oh, Hannah!” Naomi exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “What a good girl you are! You did it! You’re such a good baby!”

Oliver bounced in place, his disposable diaper crinkling with every hop. “That’s right! You’re amazing, Hannah! You listened so well, and now you’re exactly what a good Little should be!”

Hannah’s cheeks burned, her humiliation so intense she thought she might cry. But as their words sank in, mingling with the soothing melody of the song, another feeling began to creep in—a strange, disarming sense of warmth.

She didn’t want to feel it, didn’t want to let their praise affect her, but it was impossible to ignore. Naomi and Oliver beamed at her, their voices overflowing with approval—it stirred something deep within her. Despite herself, a flicker of happiness bloomed in her chest, a small, treacherous sense of relief and comfort in their words.

The warmth of her diaper only heightened the feeling, the snug padding pressing gently against her as it held her securely. The pressure that had been building for so long was gone, replaced by a sense of release so profound that it almost felt euphoric. The diaper's soothing embrace and the cartoon characters' cheerful voices combined to make her think… safe.

“You’re such a good baby,” Naomi cooed, her animated eyes sparkling with delight. “This is exactly what Littles are meant to do!”

Oliver nodded enthusiastically. “We’re so proud of you, Hannah! Doesn’t it feel good just to let go?”

Hannah’s heart raced, her emotions a tangled mess as she tried to reconcile the shame of what she had done with the strange sense of comfort growing within her. She hated how their words made her feel and how her body relaxed further into Daddy’s lap as the praise washed over her. But in that moment, it was impossible to deny relief and the fleeting warmth of being told she was good.

The song ended on a final, triumphant note, and the screen briefly faded to a cheerful animation of Naomi and Oliver clapping, their voices still ringing in Hannah’s ears. “Good job, Hannah!” they chimed together. You’re the best baby ever!”

Beside her, Hannah heard Emily’s breathing quicken, her sister’s resolve cracking under the relentless pull of the cartoon. The pressure in the air was suffocating, the cheerful voices of Naomi and Oliver still coaxing and praising, their words seeping into every corner of the room.

Hannah turned her head slightly, just enough to see Emily’s expression. Her sister’s cheeks were flushed crimson, her jaw trembling as her body betrayed her. A soft whimper escaped Emily’s lips as her hands clutched at her dress, her legs shifting awkwardly before she finally gave in.

Hannah’s gaze flicked back to the screen, but she could still see Emily from the corner of her eye. Her sister lifted her bottom slightly off the couch, the crinkling of her diaper faint but audible as the padding swelled and sagged under her. The sight was surreal, and Hannah’s heart ached at the quiet humiliation written all over Emily’s face.

Naomi and Oliver, however, were delighted. They turned their animated faces toward Emily, their exaggerated smiles widening further.

“Emily!” Naomi exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “What a good baby you are! You’re such a perfect Little!”

Oliver nodded enthusiastically, bouncing in place as he cheered. “That’s right! You’re amazing, Emily! You’re learning so fast!”

The relentless praise made Hannah’s stomach churn, but she couldn’t look away from the screen. The hypnotic pull had loosened slightly now that she and Emily had both given in, but it was still strong enough to keep her focus on the characters.

The show’s music softened, and Naomi and Oliver swayed gently as the episode drew close. Their voices carried one final bright and cheerful message: “Remember, Littles, your diapers are here to keep you happy and safe! You’ll feel relief, warmth, and joy every time you use them—just like Hannah and Emily did today!”

Hannah’s cheeks burned as the words sank in, the lingering warmth of her diaper a physical reminder of her defeat. She wanted to look away, close her eyes, and pretend nothing had happened, but the screen kept her captive.

As the cheerful closing theme began to play, the screen displayed a simple message in bold, colorful letters:

“End of Episode 1. Results recorded.”

Hannah’s stomach twisted at the words, and a chill ran down her spine despite the warmth of her diaper. The bright, playful colors of the message felt like a mockery, a stark contrast to the weight of what had just transpired.

The closing credits rolled, accompanied by the familiar sing-song melody of Naomi and Oliver’s theme song. Slowly, the hypnotic grip faded, lifting the haze in Hannah’s mind as the cartoon’s hold loosened. She blinked, her breathing shaky as the full weight of what had happened settled over her.

Beside her, Emily shifted uncomfortably, her face still red as she hugged herself tightly. Her sister’s confidence was gone, replaced by a quiet vulnerability that mirrored Hannah’s feelings.

Before either of them could speak, Daddy’s strong arms enveloped them, pulling them close in a protective hug. The warmth of his embrace was immediate, a stark contrast to the lingering shame that clung to them like a shadow.

“It’s okay,” Daddy murmured, his voice low and soothing. “It’s over. You did it. I’m so proud of you both.”

Hannah’s heart ached at the tenderness in his tone and the genuine care that radiated from him as he held them. She buried her face against his chest, the scent of his shirt comforting her as she tried to steady her breathing. Emily leaned into his side, her hands gripping his sleeve tightly as she fought back tears.

The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of the television as the screen faded to black. The weight of the experience lingered, but for now, the safety of Daddy’s arms was enough to ground them.

As the room settled into an uneasy silence, Hannah could feel the questions bubbling up inside her, the same questions she saw mirrored in Emily’s anxious expression. She lifted her head slightly from Daddy’s chest, her cheeks still flushed with lingering shame as she finally broke the silence.

“Daddy…” Her voice was soft, trembling. “Why didn’t you… stop it?”

Daddy’s arms tightened around them both, his sigh heavy and filled with regret. He glanced down at Hannah, then at Emily, his warm brown eyes full of conflict. “I knew you’d ask that,” he admitted softly. “And I don’t blame you for wondering.”

Emily shifted against his side, her expression pained as she waited for his explanation. “We thought you were on our side,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with hurt.

Daddy’s face fell, his hand rubbing gentle circles on Hannah’s back as he gathered his thoughts. “I am on your side,” he said firmly, his tone filled with conviction. “I didn’t want to make you watch that. If I could’ve stopped it, I would have.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Hannah whispered, her pacifier dangling loosely from its clip on her onesie.

Daddy exhaled slowly, his gaze distant momentarily before returning to theirs. “Each episode is monitored,” he explained, his voice low but steady. “Miranda and her team are watching everything, recording your responses, analyzing the results. They clarified that there would be consequences if I stopped an episode midway.”

Hannah’s stomach churned, the implications of his words sinking in. Emily’s face tightened, her hands clenching into fists against Daddy’s sleeve.

“They threatened me,” Daddy continued, his tone darkening. “They said if I interfered, they’d take you both away and put you somewhere… less forgiving.” His jaw tightened, his usual gentle expression hardening for a moment before softening again as he looked at them. “I couldn’t let that happen. I had to let you watch.”

Hannah and Emily glanced, their shared understanding tinged with sadness. They knew Daddy was telling the truth. The Amazon government’s grip was too tight, and its rules were too absolute. Fighting against it wasn’t an option—not now, not like this.

“How many episodes?” Emily asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

Daddy’s gaze dropped, his hesitation palpable. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “They didn’t tell me. I just… I know we must get through them, one at a time.”

Hannah’s heart sank, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of Daddy’s shirt. The thought of enduring another episode, alone several more, made her chest tighten with dread. But deep down, she understood. They were trapped in this system, bound by rules they couldn’t break, and Daddy was doing everything he could to protect them.

“We’ll get through this,” Daddy said firmly, his voice full of quiet determination. “I promise you, no matter how hard it gets, I’ll be here for you. You’re not alone in this.”

Hannah nodded faintly, her head resting against his chest once more. Emily leaned into his side, her grip on his sleeve relaxing slightly as she released a shaky breath.

They didn’t have a choice. All they could do was hope there weren’t too many episodes—and hold onto the promise that Daddy would be with them every step of the way.