Kaylee shifted uneasily on the couch, her sippy cup of lukewarm tea cradled in her hands. She’d told Ash this would be fine and that she’d seen plenty of these shows. They were predictable—saccharine lessons about sharing, playing nice, or staying safe. Boring, harmless, and completely ineffective on her. She’d probably spend the next thirty minutes yawning and fidgeting, waiting for it to end.

But the moment Naomi appeared on the screen, brightly colored and impossibly cheerful, her warm voice cooing, “Hello, Kaylee,” a shiver ran down Kaylee’s spine.

Her grip on the sippy cup tightened, her breath catching. Did Naomi just say her name? Her real name?

She straightened, her eyes narrowing at the screen. That’s new.

Naomi beamed, her cartoonish eyes twinkling with joy. “It’s so nice to see you, Kaylee! Are you ready to learn and have some fun today?”

Kaylee’s stomach twisted. Her instincts screamed at her to look away, but her gaze was locked as if the screen held some invisible tether. The upbeat music swelled, a light, whimsical melody that Kaylee could feel weaving its way through her mind, nudging her to relax, to stay.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she tried to look anywhere but the screen. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”

But her muscles refused to obey, and her eyes were glued to the vibrant colors and smooth animations. She whimpered, a pitiful sound, as her body betrayed her, leaning forward ever so slightly.

“Good girl, Kaylee,” Naomi praised, her voice impossibly warm and soothing. “You’re such a good listener.”

Kaylee flinched, her heart pounding. Her mind screamed at her to fight, but every time she tried, the gentle lull of the music pulled her back in, wrapping her in its cloying embrace. She whimpered again, her breaths coming in shallow, panicked bursts.

She wasn’t just bored. She wasn’t immune.

She was being pulled in.

“No, no, no,” Kaylee muttered, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Her hands clenched into fists, the sippy cup slipping from her grasp and rolling onto the floor with a soft thud.

Naomi continued, her tone gentle and encouraging as if Kaylee was a toddler taking her first steps. “That’s right, Kaylee. We will have a fun time together, learning to be the best you.”

Kaylee’s head shook weakly, her lips quivering. Her mind raced, desperately searching for a way to escape it, but the soothing visuals and honeyed voice were relentless. For the first time in years, Kaylee felt genuinely helpless. She was trapped, and the show was just beginning.

Kaylee’s mind felt wrapped in a soft, gauzy haze. The cheerful, rhythmic jingles and brightly animated characters bounding across the screen dulled her once-sharp thoughts. Her fears, worries—everything that had kept her guarded—were slipping away, melting into the warm, comforting lull of the show.

She blinked slowly, her lips curving into a faint, dreamy smile as the cartoon characters praised her. “That’s it, Kaylee! You’re doing such a good job!” Naomi’s voice felt like a warm hug, wrapping her in its soothing cadence.

Kaylee barely registered the praise, but her heart swelled at the sound. "Good girl. I am a good girl," her muddled mind echoed, a soft, contented giggle bubbling from her lips.

Without realizing it, her thumb slipped into her mouth, her teeth gently gnawing at the tip as she nursed absentmindedly. She would have been mortified under normal circumstances, but now, it felt so natural, so right.

She shifted slightly on the couch, her diaper crinkling beneath her. The soft padding grew warmer and wetter, but the sensation barely registered. She squirmed again, the movement pressing the warmth further against her skin as she unknowingly began to mess herself, the tight confines of her onesie snugly holding everything in place.

Naomi’s voice chimed in once more, her tone jubilant and encouraging. “That’s a good girl, Kaylee! You’re learning so well!”

Kaylee’s cheeks flushed, but not with embarrassment. The praise sent a wave of pure delight through her mind. Her thumb bobbled softly in her mouth as she let out another giggle. She shifted again, the fullness of her diaper noticeable only in the vaguest sense, a minor detail overshadowed by the sheer happiness coursing through her.

Her world had narrowed to the glowing screen before her, the vibrant colors, the happy characters, and the endless praise. For the first time in a long time, Kaylee wasn’t fighting. She wasn’t thinking. She was just there, utterly immersed and content as the show continued, and Naomi’s voice guided her deeper into her infantile role.

Kaylee’s thumb slipped from her mouth, a soft, giddy laugh escaping her lips as Naomi’s voice echoed in her ears. “That’s right, Kaylee! Every time you fill your diaper, you show just how perfect a baby you are. Such a good girl!”

The words washed over her like a warm tide, each syllable soaking deeper into her foggy mind. Kaylee barely registered the slight pressure in her belly before her body responded automatically, releasing into her already wet and swollen diaper.

A wave of euphoria surged through her, lighting up every nerve in her body. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft gasp escaping her as her head lolled back against the couch. Her limbs felt weightless, her cheeks flushed with pure, unfiltered joy.

She giggled uncontrollably, her body tingling with delight as she wiggled slightly, the mess in her diaper spreading with every movement. The sensation was overwhelming, her mind too muddled to feel shame or discomfort. Instead, there was only bliss—a bubbly, giddy happiness that left her helplessly giggling like a schoolgirl. The euphoric feeling seemed to culminate between Kaylee’s legs, a strange sensation to her infant-addled mind, and without understanding its significance, the feeling bloomed. What started as bliss and excitement culminated in one of the most powerful orgasms Kaylee had ever felt, leaving her breathless as she cried out in utter bliss.

Naomi’s voice chimed again, filled with approval and warmth. “That’s the way, Kaylee! Every squish means you’re learning to be the best baby ever. Keep it up, sweetheart!”

Kaylee’s giggles turned into soft coos as she shifted again, the squishiness of her diaper drawing another ripple of euphoria through her. Her thumb returned to her mouth, her giggles muffled by the gentle suckling. She was floating, her body tingling with warmth and contentment, each praise from Naomi reinforcing the haze of infantile joy enveloping her.

She didn’t think about Ash, the inspector, or the life she’d lost. At that moment, there was only the show, the praise, and the overwhelming sensation of being exactly what Naomi said she was—a good girl.

The show’s bright colors faded, and the cheerful melody of the credits rolled. Kaylee whimpered softly, a pang of sadness blooming in her chest as Naomi and Oliver waved goodbye from the screen. The warmth of their praise and the comforting rhythm of their lessons lingered, wrapping her in a cocoon of security. She wanted more, to bask in their validation, but the episode had ended.

She barely registered the sound of footsteps until Ash’s voice broke through the haze. “Kaylee?”

Kaylee turned her head, her glassy eyes lighting up as she saw Ash standing beside her. A wide, drooly grin spread across her face as she thrust her arms upward. “Mommy!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.

Ash blinked, her brows knitting together as she crouched down, staring at Kaylee as though trying to piece together what had happened. “Kaylee? What’s going on?”

Kaylee giggled, her thumb slipping from her mouth, shiny with saliva. Without hesitation, she nuzzled into Ash’s chest as the Amazon scooped her up, her tiny body pressing snugly against Ash’s warmth. “Mommy,” Kaylee murmured, her voice dreamy as she clung to her.

Ash’s hand moved instinctively to Kaylee’s diapered bottom, patting it lightly as she adjusted her hold. The squishy resistance of the soaked and messy diaper made Ash pause, her confusion deepening.

Kaylee, however, felt a surge of bliss ripples through her with each gentle pat. The soft, squelching pressure against her bottom sent a delightful warmth coursing through her. Giggling uncontrollably, she rubbed her bottom against Ash’s hand, grinding into her as best as she could, her voice filled with playful glee. “Mommy, I made poopies!”

Ash froze, her eyes widening as she pulled back slightly to look at Kaylee’s flushed, giggling face. “Kaylee… what?” she asked, her voice a mix of concern and disbelief.

Kaylee’s laughter bubbled over, her small hands clutching Ash’s shirt. “I’m a good girl! Poopies for Mommy!” she said proudly, her tone filled with unbridled joy as she squirmed, the messy diaper squishing further against her with every movement.

Ash’s heart pounded as she tried to process what she saw and heard. This wasn’t the Kaylee she knew. Something had shifted, something profound and unsettling. She tightened her hold on the giggling girl, her mind racing as she softly murmured, “What did they do to you?”

Kaylee’s only response was another joyful giggle as she snuggled closer, her thumb slipping back into her mouth, her eyes fluttering shut in contentment. Ash held her close, her hand gently rubbing small circles on Kaylee’s back as her concern deepened, wondering how far this had gone—and how she could bring Kaylee back from it.

Kaylee’s joyful expression began to waver as Ash remained silent, her brows furrowed in confusion and concern. The once-bubbly giggles faded into a soft whimper, her bottom lip trembling as she clung to Ash’s shirt. Her gaze dropped, and she murmured, “Mommy… don’t you like my poopy diaper?”

Ash’s heart clenched as she saw the light dim in Kaylee’s eyes, her small body sagging against her chest. Despite the unease in her mind, she couldn’t bear to see Kaylee like this—deflated and uncertain. For a moment, Ash hesitated, but then, swallowing her discomfort, she forced a warm smile.

“Of course, Kaylee,” she said softly, stroking the girl’s hair. “You’re such a good girl for Mommy, filling your diaper like that. Let’s get you all cleaned up, okay?”

Kaylee’s face lit up immediately, her thumb slipping from her mouth as she beamed. “Mommy? You think I’m a good girl?” she asked, her voice filled with hope.

Ash nodded, gently bouncing Kaylee in her arms. “The best girl,” she said, though the words felt foreign on her tongue.

Kaylee giggled again, the earlier sadness forgotten. “Naomi and Oliver said I should always be in squishy diapers!” she exclaimed proudly. “They said it feels so good to stay messy, even doubling up to keep my diapers extra squishy!”

Ash’s eyes widened slightly as Kaylee continued, her excitement bubbling over. “Can we do that, Mommy? Can you double me up? I could even wear this one overnight!” she said, her tone almost pleading as she looked up at Ash with innocent, sparkling eyes.

Ash sighed inwardly, her mind spinning. She knew she couldn’t fully indulge Kaylee’s request without reinforcing whatever programming the show had imprinted on her. But she also couldn’t outright deny her without risking further emotional upset.

“Well…” Ash began, her tone careful. “We’ll see, sweetheart. Let’s get you into a fresh diaper first, and then we’ll talk about it, okay?”

Kaylee nodded enthusiastically, her earlier disappointment completely forgotten. “Okay, Mommy!” she chirped, wiggling in Ash’s arms. “I’m so happy; I love you, Mommy!”

Ash hugged her tightly, her heart aching as she whispered, “I love you too, Kaylee.” But even as she spoke, her mind raced with the reality of what the show had done and how she could begin to undo it.

Ash lay Kaylee on the couch, popping open her onesie and diaper. Ash paused mid-change, her hands frozen as she stared at the girl’s naked sex, slick and wet from her orgasm. Her mind raced, trying to understand what Kaylee had just said. "Kaylee…" she began cautiously, “did you… get excited?”

Kaylee beamed up at her, her voice light and filled with pride. “Uh-huh! Naomi and Oliver said it’s good to love using my diapers, and I do! It feels so nice, Mommy!” She giggled, her thumb slipping back into her mouth as she wriggled happily on the changing pad.

Ash’s stomach twisted. She couldn’t deny the warmth in Kaylee’s voice, the genuine happiness radiating from her. But this wasn’t the Kaylee she knew—this was something the show had done to her. Trying to keep her own emotions in check, Ash forced a small smile. “Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable, sweetheart,” she said softly as she gently cleaned Kaylee and finished taping her into a fresh diaper.

As Ash folded up the used diaper and stood to toss it in the bin, Kaylee looked up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Mommy?”

“Yes, Kaylee?” Ash asked, her tone cautious as she returned to the couch.

“Can I have a bottle before bed?” Kaylee asked sweetly, her thumb leaving her mouth long enough to speak. “Naomi and Oliver said I should use my diapers at night, too, and a bottle will help!”

Ash blinked, momentarily speechless. She sat beside Kaylee, who was now sitting in her clean diaper, her face glowing with innocent anticipation. Ash took a slow breath, searching for the right words. “You want a bottle before bed?” she repeated, stalling for time.

Kaylee nodded eagerly, her hands clasped like a child waiting for a treat. “Please, Mommy? I’ll be such a good girl!”

Ash sighed internally but gave a small nod, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Kaylee’s face. “Alright, Kaylee. I’ll get you a bottle before bed,” she said softly, her voice tinged with resignation and care.

Kaylee’s face lit up, and she clapped her hands excitedly. “Thank you, Mommy! I love you!”

Ash hugged her briefly, her heart heavy with unspoken concerns. “I love you too, Kaylee,” she murmured.

Ash's mind churned as Kaylee nestled beside her, content and carefree. She needed to figure out how to navigate this new reality quickly.

*

Ash stood by the crib, her hands gripping the rail tightly as she gazed down at Kaylee. The girl was swaddled snugly in a soft blanket, her pacifier bobbing lightly between her lips as she sucked in her sleep, her features serene and content. Ash’s chest tightened at the sight. She had fed her, swaddled her, and placed her gently in the crib at Kaylee’s request. Kaylee had drifted off almost instantly, her joy uncontainable after the show’s lingering effects.

But Ash couldn’t shake the weight pressing on her. The scene from earlier played on a loop in her mind, the way Kaylee had so cheerfully exclaimed about her diaper, the way she had giggled and wiggled in delight. Yet it wasn’t just Kaylee that haunted her thoughts—it was Ash herself.

A vivid memory flashed: her helpless form sitting there, wide-eyed and childlike, the warmth of a diaper spreading beneath her as she filled it. The praise in her mind, the desperate, programmed need to cry out for Mommy’s approval, love, and attention: the humiliation, the loss of control, the overwhelming helplessness.

Ash’s breathing quickened, her pulse pounding in her ears. Her grip on the crib rail tightened as her hands began to tremble. “No,” she whispered shakily, shaking her head. “No, no, no.”

The panic clawed at her chest, threatening to consume her. She couldn’t breathe—her throat felt tight, her vision blurred with the weight of it all pressing down. She stumbled back from the crib, nearly knocking over the chair in the corner of the room. Desperation overtook her, and she fled the nursery, her bare feet padding quickly down the hall to the bathroom.

Fumbling for the light switch, she leaned over the sink, twisting the faucet with shaking hands. Cold water burst forth, and she cupped her hands, splashing the icy liquid onto her face. The shock sent a jolt through her, and she gasped sharply, her breath hitching as the cold cut through the fog of panic.

Ash clutched the edges of the sink, her head bowed as water dripped from her chin. Her breathing gradually slowed, though her chest still rose and fell unevenly. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, her damp face pale, her green eyes wide and filled with fear.

“This isn’t me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the dripping water. “I’m not… I won’t become…”

Her hands gripped the sink tighter, her knuckles whitening. She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the images of herself in that vulnerable, infantile state out of her mind. She had to stay strong—for Kaylee, herself, and everything they were trying to build.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Ash turned off the faucet and reached for a nearby towel, dabbing her face dry. She lingered for a moment, her gaze falling to the floor as she steadied herself.

“I’ll get through this,” she murmured, her voice firmer now, a quiet resolve settling over her. “We’ll get through this.”

With one last glance at her reflection, Ash straightened her posture and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, slowly walking to the crib. The night stretched ahead, and she knew battles were yet to come. But for now, she returned to her room, determined to steel herself for the fight ahead.

Ash stood there, her heart a storm of conflicting emotions as she gazed down at Kaylee. The soft glow of the nightlight bathed the girl’s face in a warm hue, her pacifier bobbing faintly in her sleep, her mittened hands clutching the edge of her swaddle. Kaylee looked so peaceful, so far removed from the chaos and betrayal she had sown. Ash swallowed hard, her throat tightening as the memories surged—her helpless cries, the soft crinkle of her diaper, the bars of the crib looming around her like a prison.

But this time, Ash stopped the thought cold. ‘That isn’t me. I’m not in the crib now and will never be again.’ She clenched her fists, forcing the terror back into the recesses of her mind. Kaylee was trapped now, her mind twisted by the insidious programming. And though Ash’s trust in her had been shattered, she couldn’t just stand by and let another person—even an Amazon—suffer the fate she had finally escaped.

Ash stepped closer, her hand trembling as she reached out, brushing a finger gently across Kaylee’s cheek. The girl murmured, her head nuzzling into the touch, unaware of the turmoil raging within Ash. “I promise,” Ash whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “I’ll undo what they did to you. I’ll help you, no matter what it takes.”

Tears prickled at the corners of Ash’s eyes, and she blinked them away furiously. Her voice grew harsher, trembling with raw emotion. “Why, Kaylee? Why did you betray me like that? Why couldn’t we just start fresh here, without all this?” Her breath hitched as her fingers tightened slightly on the crib rail. “You threw everything away—our trust, our lives. And now…”

Ash’s shoulders sagged under the weight of her words, her head bowing slightly. “Now you’ve forced me into this nightmare again. Watching someone lose themselves, piece by piece, and feeling powerless to stop it.” She let out a shuddering breath, her tears falling freely now, splashing softly onto the swaddle below. “Do you even realize what you’ve done? What you’ve put me through?”

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the heater and the rhythmic sound of Kaylee’s soft breathing. Ash stood there, her heart aching as she wrestled with the storm of betrayal, fear, and compassion swirling inside her. She reached down, gently tucking the swaddle more snugly around Kaylee as if protecting her from the forces that had ensnared her mind.

“I’ll fix this,” Ash whispered again, her voice steadier now, her resolve hardening. “For both of us. Because no one deserves to lose themselves like this. Not even you.”

With one last lingering glance, Ash turned away, wiping her tears and straightening her posture. Work was to be done, and she would not let Kaylee—or herself—be another victim of this cruel system. She would find a way, no matter how impossible it seemed.

The oppressive quiet of the apartment wrapped around Ash as she slipped beneath her blanket, retreating from the world and the faint, rhythmic sound of Kaylee’s pacifier that seemed to echo endlessly in her ears. Each gentle suckle sent a fresh shiver down her spine, the noise burrowing into her thoughts like a specter of her past. She clutched the blanket tighter, cocooning herself in its warmth in a futile attempt to block out the sound. But the pacifier’s soft, haunting rhythm remained relentless until exhaustion finally pulled her into a restless and fitful sleep.

Sometime in the early morning hours, Ash jolted awake, her breath hitching sharply as her heart raced. She sat up abruptly, her damp hair clinging to her forehead as beads of sweat dripped down her temples. The remnants of her nightmare lingered like smoke in the corners of her mind—flashes of confinement, the suffocating embrace of swaddles, and the helplessness of having her every action controlled. She placed a trembling hand over her chest, feeling the frantic beat of her pulse beneath her palm as she tried to steady her breathing.

‘It’s not real. I’m here. I’m safe.’ She repeated the mantra silently, repeatedly, her wide eyes scanning the darkened room to ground herself in reality. Her legs felt weak, shaking uncontrollably as she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, shivering not from cold but from fear. She closed her eyes, focusing on each breath until her racing heart began to slow, the icy grip of terror loosening its hold.

Minutes passed before Ash dared to move again. With great effort, she unfolded herself from the bed and swung her legs over the edge, her feet finding the cool floor. Her steps were unsteady, her body still trembling as she approached the crib. The soft glow of the nightlight illuminated Kaylee’s peaceful face, her thumb now loosely resting against her cheek, the pacifier hanging limply by its tether.

Ash hesitated, her breath catching as she stared down at the girl. Her emotions churned—a swirling mix of fear, pity, and a faint hope that maybe, just maybe, the programming had faded during the night. She reached into the crib, her hands gently cradling Kaylee as she lifted her into her arms. Kaylee stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her body limp and warm as Ash pulled her close.

“Please,” Ash whispered, her voice trembling as she pressed her cheek to the top of Kaylee’s head. “Please be yourself again.”

She gently rocked Kaylee, her fingers brushing through the girl’s hair as she clung to the faint hope that this nightmare could still be undone. The weight of the morning, of their uncertain future, bore down on her, but Ash refused to let it crush her. She would fight—for Kaylee, for herself, for the life that had been stolen from them.

The soft creak of the rocking chair filled the quiet room as Ash gently swayed with Kaylee in her arms. The girl's weight felt heavier than usual, but Ash kept her hold steady, her hand stroking Kaylee’s hair as if the soothing motion could erase the previous night's events. Slowly, Kaylee stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as she rubbed her eyes with her mittened fists, a faint yawn escaping her lips.

“Mommy?” Kaylee murmured groggily, her voice laced with sleep. Then, as if correcting herself, she added, “Ash?”

Ash inhaled sharply, her chest tightening at Kaylee’s voice. She looked down into those sleepy, confused eyes, searching for signs of clarity. “Kaylee,” she began softly, “are you okay?”

Kaylee blinked up at her, her head tilting slightly. “I… I think so,” she mumbled, her words slurring as if her tongue didn’t quite obey her. She hesitated before adding, “Mommy… sorry, Ash.”

Relief washed over Ash like a tidal wave. Kaylee’s responses were slow and muddled, but the spark of recognition was there. “It’s okay,” Ash said, her voice tender as she cradled Kaylee closer. “You seem more yourself. That’s good.”

Kaylee groaned softly, her body shifting in Ash’s arms as she wriggled uncomfortably. Her face suddenly scrunched up, a deep grimace forming as she clutched her tummy. “I—ugh—I gotta…” she started, her voice trailing into a frustrated whimper.

“Kaylee?” Ash asked, her tone tinged with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” Kaylee grunted, her body stiffening as her face flushed crimson. Ash felt the shift in Kaylee’s posture, the slight push against her arms as Kaylee surrendered to the inevitable. Kaylee filled her diaper with a soft, almost pitiful noise, the muffled squish unmistakable between them.

But what followed froze Ash in place. Kaylee’s eyes glazed over, her lips parting slightly as a soft, involuntary moan escaped her. Her body relaxed entirely, her limbs limp as a euphoric shiver coursed. She squirmed in Ash’s arms, her cheeks still red but now from something far more unsettling than embarrassment.

Ash’s stomach churned as she watched Kaylee revel in the moment, her small, dazed giggles mingling with breaths of contentment. “Kaylee…” Ash whispered, her heart breaking at the sight of the girl so utterly undone by the programming.

Kaylee finally murmured, “Squishy feels… good. " Her voice was dreamy and distant as she nestled closer to Ash’s chest.

Ash clenched her jaw, her arms tightening protectively around Kaylee. “Did… you just orgasm?” Ash asked gently.

Kaylee’s cheeks flared crimson, avoiding Ash’s eyes, “I’m sorry, Mommy, er, Ash. I had really hoped that was part of a bad dream.”

Ash grimaced, hugging the girl, accidentally squishing Kaylee’s messy bum and making the girl moan. “Sorry, sorry.” Ash mumbled, pulling her arm back, “We’ll undo whatever they did, Kaylee; I can’t leave you like this.”

Kaylee nodded, her face flushed with shame. “Thanks, Mommy,” she said softly, and for the first time, Ash knew the girl meant it. Maybe, just maybe, they could rekindle what they once had.