Emily shifted uncomfortably on Santa’s knee, her cheeks still warm from the crinkle of her diaper beneath her dress. Santa turned his cheerful gaze to her, his smile as wide as ever. “Now, little one,” he said warmly, his deep voice carrying a playful lilt, “what do you want for Christmas this year? And tell me—have you been a good girl for your Daddy?”

Emily hesitated momentarily, her eyes flickering to Daddy, who gave her an encouraging nod from nearby. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to meet Santa’s gaze. “I… I’ve been good,” she said softly, her voice loud enough to be heard over the barn’s festive hum. “And, um… maybe some books?”

Santa’s laughter boomed, his eyes crinkling with delight. “Books! A wise choice for such a clever Little,” he said, patting her back gently. “I’ll see what I can do, but you keep being good for Daddy, right?”

Emily nodded quickly, relieved that the moment had passed. But Santa’s attention soon shifted to Hannah, who was nursing her pacifier quietly on his other knee.

“And what about this precious little baby?” Santa cooed, his tone dipping into exaggerated baby talk. “What does the tiniest one want for Christmas? Hmm? Goo goo, ga ga?”

Emily bit her lip to stifle a laugh as she watched her sister’s face flush a deep crimson. Hannah’s wide eyes darted to Daddy, silently pleading for rescue as Santa continued his playful chatter.

“Oh, look at you,” Santa said, tickling under Hannah’s chin lightly. “Such a sweet little thing. I bet you all want cuddles and milk, don’t you?”

Daddy stepped forward with a kind but firm smile, scooping Hannah into his arms and cradling her protectively against his chest. “She’s had enough excitement for one day,” he said gently, sparing Hannah further humiliation.

The photographer helped Emily down from Santa’s knee, her shoes clicking softly against the barn’s wooden floor as she steadied herself. Santa waved them off with a cheerful grin, his voice booming again.

“You two stay on the nice list, you hear?” he called after them. “And don’t let me catch you on the naughty list!”

Emily felt Daddy’s hand on her shoulder as he guided her toward the barn’s exit, Hannah still nestled in his arms. She glanced up at him, his calm smile a reassuring anchor amid the lingering embarrassment of the experience.

“Let’s go pick out our tree,” Daddy said warmly, his tone full of encouragement. “The best part of the day is still ahead.”

As they stepped out of the barn, the crisp winter air hit Emily’s cheeks, a sharp contrast to the warm, festive atmosphere they had just left behind. She held tightly to Daddy’s hand as he led them toward a small booth near the edge of the tree rows, where sleds and saws were neatly stacked for families to borrow. The barn’s cheerful lights twinkled behind them, and the hum of laughter and conversation filled the air.

But Emily’s mind wasn’t on the holiday cheer around her. Instead, she was focused on the growing pressure in her bladder. The sensation had been building steadily since their time in the barn, and with each step, it became harder to ignore. She bit her lip, glancing briefly at Daddy, who was busy chatting with the booth attendant and selecting a sled.

She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot as the pressure became unbearable. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t used her diaper before—she’d been changed earlier, after all—but something about doing it now, standing out in the open air, felt more deliberate, more unavoidable.

Taking a deep breath, Emily relaxed her muscles and released her bladder. The warm wetness spread through her diaper almost immediately, the soft padding swelling against her skin as it absorbed the flood. The sensation was undeniably soothing, the warmth wrapping around her like a comforting embrace against the chilly air biting her legs.

To her dismay, the bubbly sensation planted by Naomi and Oliver stirred in her chest—a faint, inexplicable sense of accomplishment of being a "good girl." It wasn’t overwhelming, but it was there, whispering at the edges of her thoughts, amplifying her relief from letting go.

Her diaper crinkled faintly as it accommodated the flow, and the subtle noise reminded her of her situation. She felt its weight increase slightly, the padding pressing snugly against her with a sense of security that was humiliating and oddly reassuring.

A faint flush crept up her cheeks as she squatted slightly to ensure everything was contained securely. There was no mess, no discomfort—just the undeniable warmth and relief as the tension in her bladder melted away. The internal conflict between the soothing comfort and her embarrassment swirled within her, the echoes of the cartoon’s messaging making her question why it felt so… good.

Straightening up, Emily glanced around nervously to see if anyone had noticed. The families nearby were too engrossed in their holiday excitement to pay her any attention, and Daddy was still chatting with the attendant as he selected their sled and saw.

She let out a soft sigh, the residual warmth of her diaper a mix of comfort, embarrassment, and the unwelcome sensation of pride that she couldn’t entirely shake. It was an unsettling reminder of how deeply the cartoon had affected her, even if she had managed to resist its full hypnotic pull.

When Daddy returned with a sled and a small saw, his warm smile drew her focus back to the moment. “All ready to find our tree,” he said cheerfully, ruffling her hair.

Emily forced a small smile, trying to push her conflicted feelings aside. “Let’s make it a good one, girls,” Daddy added, his encouragement lifting her spirits just enough to help her focus on the festive task ahead.

Emily nodded, her cheeks still faintly pink, but she managed a small smile. She tightened her grip on Daddy’s hand, pushing the lingering embarrassment aside as they made their way toward the rows of snow-dusted Christmas trees.

As they walked through the rows of Christmas trees, Emily couldn’t help but feel the persistent reminder of her wet diaper with every step. The warm padding pressed snugly against her skin, crinkling softly under her dress. The slight bulk between her legs altered her gait just enough to make her hyper-aware of it, each step a subtle reminder of her situation.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, though she kept her head down, hoping no one would notice. The warmth of her diaper, once a fleeting comfort, now seemed like an undeniable marker of her status, and she felt an unsettling mix of shame and self-consciousness with every movement. She tightened her grip on Daddy’s hand, drawing strength from his steady presence.

The rows of snow-dusted trees stretched endlessly around them, their branches heavy with frost and twinkling faintly in the light. Emily’s focus was pulled back to the present when Daddy stopped, pointing out a tree he thought might be a good fit. She nodded absently, scanning the nearby families as Daddy adjusted the sled and saw.

It was then that Emily noticed another Little not far from them. He stood beside a tall, graceful Amazon woman, clearly his Mommy, crouched beside him, pointing to a tree as she adjusted his coat.

The boy couldn’t have been much older than Emily. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his sharp, striking features starkly contrasted with his toddler-like jacket hung snugly on his frame, paired with gray leggings and sturdy little boots. While he lacked a pacifier, the unmistakable bulge of his diaper beneath his clothes gave away his status, much like hers.

Despite the infantile garments, there was an air of confidence about him that Emily couldn’t ignore. His posture was relaxed, his expression unbothered by the charade he was forced into. What struck Emily most, though, was just how handsome he was. Beneath the facade of his clothes, she could see the person he truly was—a clever, self-assured boy whose eyes sparkled with quiet mischief.

As if sensing her gaze, the boy looked up, his warm brown eyes locking with hers. For a moment, Emily froze, her cheeks growing hot under his steady gaze. Then, he smiled—a small, knowing grin that thrilled her heart.

Emily quickly looked away, her blush deepening as she adjusted her coat. But even as she tried to focus on the task, her mind kept returning to that moment, the boy’s smile lingering in her thoughts.

“Emily,” Daddy called gently, his voice drawing her back to reality. He stood by a tall, full tree, his hand resting on one of its sturdy branches. “What do you think about this one?”

Emily nodded quickly, trying to shake off her flustered state. “It’s perfect,” she said, her voice slightly higher than usual.

As Daddy started to cut the tree, Emily couldn’t resist stealing one last glance at the boy. He was still standing there, his Mommy now focused on a different tree, but he caught her glance and gave her a small wave. Emily’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned back to Daddy, determined to focus on the tree—but the warmth in her cheeks and the flutter in her chest were impossible to ignore.

Daddy had briefly set Hannah down on the sled as he tied the tree. The snow-dusted branches sparkled under the late afternoon light, a picturesque winter scene. Emily shifted her weight nervously, her cheeks still warm, her thoughts distracted.

Hannah, perched on the sled, glanced up at her sister with a curious look, her pacifier bobbing softly. “What’s up with you?” her expression seemed to ask, though she didn’t voice it aloud.

Emily caught the glance and forced a reassuring smile, hoping it was enough to deflect her sister’s silent questioning. But when she dared to glance back at the boy she had noticed earlier, her heart skipped a beat. He and his Mommy were heading in their direction, weaving through the rows of trees.

The boy’s confident posture hadn’t wavered. His dark eyes locked on Emily momentarily before flickering to his Mother. Emily’s blush deepened, and she quickly looked away, her heart fluttering.

The Amazon woman approached them as Daddy finished securing the tree, pulling Hannah back into his arms with practiced ease. She was striking—tall and poised, exuding the effortless grace and confidence typical of her kind. Her thick, auburn hair was swept into a chic bun, loose strands framing her angular face. She wore a long, tailored green coat that flared slightly at the hem, complemented by sleek brown boots which crunched softly in the snow.

Her features were sharp yet warm, her hazel eyes sparkling with intelligence as she smiled at Daddy. “Excuse me,” she said, her voice smooth and melodic. “I couldn’t help but notice your Little here caught my boy’s attention.”

Emily’s cheeks flared instantly, and her gaze darted to the boy beside her. He stood there quietly, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. His cheeks were tinged pink, but his expression was calm and collected. The small, confident smile he offered Emily made her want to shrink into the snow.

Daddy chuckled lightly, balancing Hannah on his hip as he extended his free hand in greeting. “Well, she’s certainly been catching a lot of attention lately. I’m Welby, and my girls are Emily and Hannah.”

The woman took his hand firmly, her smile widening. “A pleasure, Welby. I’m Evelyn, and this is my son, Lucas.”

Emily offered a small, shy wave, her blush deepening as Lucas met her gaze and returned the gesture. “Hi,” he said simply, his voice soft but self-assured.

Evelyn’s attention shifted to Hannah, who was nestled comfortably in Daddy’s arms, her pacifier bobbing slightly as she avoided eye contact. Evelyn’s expression softened instantly, her smile taking on a doting quality. “Oh my goodness,” she cooed, tilting her head. “Is this your baby girl? She’s just precious.”

Hannah stiffened visibly, her cheeks crimson as she squirmed in Daddy’s arms. Her pacifier bobbed faster, her wide eyes darting to Emily for support, though Emily wasn’t sure how to help.

“She’s not actually a—” Daddy began but then hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly to Hannah. Instead of finishing the sentence, he allowed Evelyn’s assumption to linger, letting her believe Hannah was an actual baby.

“Oh, I see,” Evelyn said warmly, her hazel eyes softening as she took in Hannah’s pacifier and snug pink snowsuit. “She’s just precious. Littles are one thing, but a true baby? That’s such a blessing.”

Hannah whimpered softly behind her pacifier, her cheeks flushing crimson as she squirmed in Daddy’s arms. He adjusted his hold on her, pressing her closer to his chest, a silent gesture of reassurance even as his polite smile stayed firmly in place.

Emily stood awkwardly to the side, her cheeks still warm from Lucas’s gaze. Evelyn’s attention, however, was on Daddy now, her tone casual as she continued, “You know, I think it would be wonderful to arrange a playdate for the Littles—Lucas and Emily, of course.”

Emily’s stomach flipped at the suggestion, and she instinctively glanced at Daddy. His expression froze for a moment, the panic in his eyes unmistakable as he tightened his hold on Hannah. Evelyn caught the subtle shift, her smile faltering as she took a small step back.

“Oh,” she said quickly, her tone apologetic. “I didn’t mean to overstep. I’m so sorry if that was too forward.”

Daddy exhaled softly, his expression relaxing slightly as he shook his head. “No, it’s okay,” he said, his voice calm but tinged with a protective edge. “I’ve just… had some bad experiences recently. I’m a little more cautious than I used to be. I just want to protect my girls more than anything.”

Evelyn nodded, her gaze softening with understanding. “I can relate,” she said after a moment. “We’ve had our difficulties, and I completely understand the need to be careful.” She paused, her expression thoughtful, before adding, “How about something simpler? Maybe just coffee sometime? A public place, neutral ground. That way, we can chat, and nothing happens to anyone’s Littles.”

Emily noticed Daddy’s hesitation, the gears turning in his mind as he considered the idea. She glanced at Lucas, who was quietly standing beside his Mommy. His confident posture remained unchanged, though his gaze flickered briefly to Emily.

Her heart raced as she gave Daddy a small, encouraging smile. She wanted to see Lucas again and trusted Daddy to keep them safe. The subtle gesture seemed to tip the scales.

Daddy exhaled softly and nodded. “That sounds reasonable,” he said, his tone still measured but agreeable.

Evelyn smiled again, her warmth returning as she reached into her pocket and handed Daddy a small business card. “Perfect. Just give me a call, and we’ll set something up.”

Daddy took the card with a nod, tucking it into his coat pocket. “Will do,” he said, his grip on Hannah loosening slightly as his shoulders relaxed.

Evelyn placed a hand on Lucas’s shoulder, gently steering him away. “Come on, Lucas,” she said brightly. “We’ll let them finish up here.”

As they walked away, Lucas glanced back at Emily, offering her a small, confident smile. Emily felt her cheeks warm again as she gave a tiny wave, watching as they disappeared into the rows of trees.

As they returned to the barn, Emily began to feel a familiar pressure building in her lower abdomen. She winced, her steps faltering slightly as she touched her tummy. A cramp rolled through her, making her groan softly. Her cheeks were already starting to flush with embarrassment.

Daddy glanced down at her, his expression softening with understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he said gently, calm and reassuring. “You can go potty if you need to. I’ll change you at the car before we head home.”

Emily’s face burned at his words, her mortification growing as she realized there was no escaping this. She hadn’t gone all day, and the pressure was becoming unbearable. As much as she wanted to hold it, to keep some semblance of control, she knew her body wouldn’t cooperate.

The line to pay for their tree was longer than she’d hoped, and as they waited, she shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. Her diaper crinkled softly with each movement, the sound only further reminding her of her predicament.

Another cramp hit her, stronger this time, and she bit her lip, her knees bending slightly as she fought to keep control. But the echoes of Naomi and Oliver’s song lingered in her mind, that insidious suggestion that using her diaper was something good, something she should feel proud of.

Finally, her resolve broke. With a soft, involuntary whimper, Emily squatted slightly, letting her body take over. The release was immediate, her diaper expanding as she messed herself. The warm, heavy sensation spread through the padding, the bulk pressing snugly against her skin as her body continued to relieve itself.

Despite her humiliation, the lingering effects of the cartoon bubbled up within her—a faint, unwelcome warmth in her chest, a sense of accomplishment that felt both foreign and natural at the same time. It whispered that she was a "good girl," doing what she was supposed to, and even though she knew it wasn’t real, it was hard to shake the feeling entirely.

Her cheeks burned as she finished, the weight in her diaper shifting slightly as she straightened up. The scent didn’t escape the confines of her Little diaper, but the act itself left her feeling exposed and vulnerable. She glanced at Daddy, her face red with shame, but his kind smile and gentle ruffling of her hair made her feel slightly less embarrassed.

“What a good girl,” came a cheerful voice from nearby. Emily turned her head, her eyes widening as she saw another Amazon—a middle-aged woman in a bright red coat—watching her with a warm smile. “It’s so wonderful to see Littles who know what their diapers are for,” she said approvingly to Daddy.

Daddy chuckled lightly, his tone warm but not overly enthusiastic. “She’s a great girl,” he said, his hand brushing over Emily’s hair again. “I’m very proud of her.”

Emily’s cheeks flared brighter, her humiliation mixing with the strange warmth from the cartoon’s lingering influence. She shifted slightly, the bulk of her diaper an ever-present reminder of what had just happened.

The line moved forward, and as Daddy guided them closer to the register, Emily tried to focus on anything but the feeling of her diaper or the approving gaze of the Amazon woman. She just wanted to be back in the car, where Daddy could change her, and they could move past this moment.

Daddy paid for the tree, his cheerful demeanor undiminished by the earlier events. With Hannah snug in his arms and Emily walking hesitantly at his side, they hauled the freshly cut tree to the car. Emily’s diaper squished faintly with each step, the warm, heavy padding a constant reminder of her humiliation. She tried to keep her eyes down, avoiding the curious gazes of other families milling about.

Daddy carefully strapped Hannah into her new infant-style car seat at the car, securing her snugly as she nursed her pacifier contentedly. He then began attaching the tree to the roof, tying the ropes expertly while Emily stood nearby, fidgeting awkwardly. She could feel the damp chill of the winter air against her flushed cheeks, her embarrassment from earlier still fresh.

When Daddy finished, he turned his attention back to her with a warm smile. “All right, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said casually, opening the car’s back hatch.

Emily blinked, puzzled. “Where?” she asked hesitantly, glancing around the busy parking lot.

Daddy didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he spread out a large changing mat in the back of the car, smoothing it down as if it were the world's most natural thing.

Emily’s eyes widened in horror. “Here?!” she squeaked, her voice rising slightly. “No way! I—I can wait until we’re home!”

Daddy turned to her with a patient smile, lifting her easily into his arms. “Sweetheart,” he said gently, “it’s not good for you to stay in a messy diaper for long. I promise, it’ll only take a moment. Besides,” he added with a chuckle, “no one’s looking. You’re just a baby having her poopy diaper changed—nothing out of the ordinary.”

Her face burned brighter than ever as he laid her down on the mat, his hands already working to undo the buckles of her overalls. She squirmed, her protests dying in her throat as he gently but firmly guided her legs into position. The cold air hit her as he unfastened her diaper, and she turned her head, her mortification almost unbearable.

Daddy hummed softly as he worked, his movements efficient and practiced. “There we go,” he said soothingly, wiping her thoroughly. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

Emily whimpered softly, biting her lip as her gaze darted nervously to the car's sides. She half-expected someone to notice, but the parking lot seemed blissfully indifferent to her predicament. Still, the thought of being changed so publicly made her cheeks flare with shame.

True to his word, Daddy finished quickly, rolling up the used diaper and sealing it in a disposable bag before reaching for a fresh one. The clean diaper was snugly taped into place, its soft padding a welcome relief from the uncomfortable mess she’d endured earlier.

“There we go,” Daddy said brightly, pulling her overalls back and helping her sit up. “All clean and ready to go.”

He lifted Emily again, carrying her to her car seat and securing her with practiced ease. Before shutting the door, Daddy reached into the back of the car and pulled out two fleece blankets. He carefully tucked one over Hannah, adjusting her straps and ensuring she was snug and warm in her infant-style car seat.

Turning to Emily, he gave her a small, knowing smile. “Nap time,” he said gently, pulling a lever on the side of her car seat to tilt it back, leaving her in a more reclined position. Emily blinked in surprise, her cheeks still flushed from her recent change, but she didn’t protest as Daddy draped the second blanket over her.

As he adjusted the blanket to cover her snugly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pacifier, raising his eyebrows. “This will help,” he offered softly.

Emily hesitated momentarily, glancing at Hannah, who was already contently nursing her pacifier and gazing sleepily out the window. Though she wasn’t as Little as her sister, Emily relented and accepted the pacifier, letting it slip into her mouth. The familiar soothing motion was immediate, and the rhythmic bobbing helped steady her lingering embarrassment.

“There we go,” Daddy said warmly, brushing a hand over her hair before stepping back to shut the door. A soft click signaled their secure enclosure, and moments later, the car gently glided out of the parking lot.

The cheerful strains of Christmas music filled the cabin, but Emily barely noticed as the fleece blanket's warm embrace and the car's gentle rocking began to lull her into relaxation. The vehicle's rhythmic hum, her diaper's soft crinkle, and the pacifier's soothing motion created a cocoon of comfort she hadn’t expected.

Emily’s eyelids grew heavy. Her earlier embarrassment faded into a hazy memory as the warmth and security of the moment enveloped her. Across from her, Hannah’s quiet, steady breathing signaled she had already succumbed to sleep, her pacifier bobbing faintly in her mouth.

Emily barely registered the passing snowy landscape or the gentle turns of the car as her body relaxed fully into the seat. Despite not feeling tired, she soon found herself softly snoozing alongside her sister, the world outside fading away as they were carried safely back home.