A small, pitiful whimper slipped from Kaylee’s lips as she struggled to move, to fight against the pull, to keep her feet moving forward, away, out of reach.

"N-no…"

The word was weak, barely even a whisper, her voice cracking with effort.

Her feet felt like lead blocks, impossibly heavy, her body fighting her every instinct to run.

But Naomi was already there, already inside her head, her voice soft, warm, sweet as honey, curling around Kaylee’s thoughts, wrapping her up in gentle, inescapable comfort.

"Shhh, sweetheart… no need to be fussy."

Kaylee squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to move, to fight, to break free—

But her muscles were already relaxing, already turning her around, leading her back to where she belonged.

No.

No, no, no—

She didn’t want this.

She didn’t want this!

And yet—

She was moving anyway.

Her body was betraying her.

Naomi’s voice soothed her, whispered sweet reassurances, and cooed at her like she was just another helpless Little, too small to think, too babyish to resist.

And the worst part?

The horrifying, gut-wrenching, sickening part?

A part of Kaylee wanted to listen.

She barely registered sitting down, barely felt the soft, plush mat beneath her, and barely noticed the Littles settling in around her.

Because all she could do was stare at the screen.

Her eyes are wide, blank, already slipping into that familiar hazy fog.

"That’s my good girl," Naomi purred, her voice syrupy and warm, pulling Kaylee in, deeper, deeper, deeper—

"Welcome back, sweetheart."

The world around her seemed distant, a soft, muffled blur of colors and sounds. Everything faded except for the screen, except for Naomi’s voice, which wrapped around her like a warm, velvet embrace, thick and inescapable.

"You already know what to do, sweetheart."

Kaylee whimpered softly, her breath shuddering, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, her body fighting a battle it had already lost too many times before.

She knew what Naomi was saying.

She knew exactly what she was being told to do.

She didn’t need to be told directly—Naomi had trained her well, had worked her way into her thoughts, her instincts, her very body itself.

Kaylee shook her head, her breath coming faster, her chest rising and falling in uneven, panicked movements.

"No…" she whimpered, though the word barely made it out.

The urge was already there.

Growing.

Tugging at her, pressing down like a soft, gentle hand guiding her into what she was meant to be.

"Shhh, sweetheart. It’s okay."

Naomi’s voice was soothing, loving, so unbearably sweet, like warm honey dripping down Kaylee’s mind, sinking deep into every fiber of her being.

"Good girls don’t fight, Kaylee."

Kaylee clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, her thighs squeezing together, her breath hitching in her throat.

She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

She had worked so hard to keep control, to hold on, to resist what Naomi had been drilling into her, whispering in her ear day after day, episode after episode.

And yet—

Her body had already betrayed her.

She could feel it—the shameful tingling warmth, the soft, unbearable ache of release just on the edge of her grasp. It was so easy, so simple, like letting go of a breath she had been holding far too long.

Her bladder quivered, pulsing, the pressure intensifying, the need to relax, to obey, to just be a good girl growing stronger by the second.

"You don’t have to think, baby girl," Naomi cooed, her voice threading through Kaylee’s very thoughts, twisting them, reshaping them, breaking them apart until she couldn’t tell what was hers anymore.

"You just have to let go."

Kaylee’s breath hitched again, her body trembling, her muscles fighting a war she already knew she would lose.

This wasn’t fair.

This wasn’t her.

This wasn’t who she was.

Except—

Naomi had already convinced her that it was.

That it always had been.

Kaylee let out another soft whimper, her whole body shuddering as the warmth in her tummy grew heavier, deeper, pressing against her in all the ways Naomi had taught her to enjoy.

No.

She wouldn’t.

But Naomi’s voice was still there, guiding her, shaping her, cooing at her like she was just another helpless Little who had no choice in the matter.

And maybe—

Maybe she wasn’t.

Maybe she really was just a baby.

Maybe she really was meant for this.

Maybe—

Kaylee’s body shuddered violently, her muscles twitching, and then—

She felt herself slipping.

A soft, involuntary gasp escaped her lips, her hands flying to her mouth, her body frozen in place, her mind caught between horror and relief.

Naomi just laughed softly, her voice melodic, victorious, endlessly pleased.

"That’s my good girl."

And Kaylee realized, with a sickening, twisting weight in her gut—

That she had just proven Naomi right.

Kaylee's mind was a whirlwind of confusion and shame as her body continued to betray her. She could feel the warm, wet mess spreading between her legs, the uncomfortable sensation only serving to fuel her mounting arousal.

She tried to focus, to push away the fog that seemed to be clouding her thoughts, but Naomi's voice was relentless, a soothing balm that seemed to seep into her very soul.

"Look at you, Kaylee," Naomi purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Such a good girl, letting go like a good little baby. You're exactly where you belong."

Kaylee wanted to scream, to fight against the pull of Naomi’s words, but her body refused to cooperate. Instead, she found herself sinking further into the plushy mat beneath her, her legs spreading wider as she surrendered to the humiliating act playing out before her.

Her diaper was soaked, the mess clinging to her skin, the smell of her shame filling the air around her. And yet, as she stared at the screen, her body began to respond in the most unexpected way.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt her body begin to betray her once more. The pressure between her legs was building, a desperate need for release that she couldn't ignore.

"Go on, Kaylee," Naomi whispered, her voice a seductive siren's call. "You know you want to. Be a good girl and give yourself to me."

And with that, Kaylee felt the last of her inhibitions crumble. Her hand moved between her legs, her fingers exploring the mess in her diaper, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

She was lost, consumed by the need to climax, to give herself over to the girl that had claimed Kaylee as her own. Her body was a slave to the pleasure, her mind a haze of confusion and shame as she surrendered to the inevitable.

As the orgasm washed over her, she could only whimper in submission, her body wracked with the intensity of her release. She was a slave to Naomi, her will shattered, her body and mind forever altered by the hypnotic cartoon that had ensnared her.

And as the haze of pleasure began to fade, she was left with a single, terrifying thought: She was no longer Kaylee, but a plaything for the cartoon that had claimed her, a helpless puppet forever under its control.

The world around her faded, slipping into the background like a distant dream, lost in the swirl of colors and sound, in the soft, velvet warmth of Naomi’s voice. She was sinking, deeper, deeper still, caught in the current of something she had no control over, something she couldn’t even begin to fight against anymore.

It was like falling into a vast ocean, the surface growing further away, the light above dimming as the water wrapped around her, pulling her downward, gently, almost lovingly. There was no fear, no panic, no sense of urgency—just a soft, blissful quiet, a stillness that smoothed over her thoughts, blurring the lines between resistance and surrender, between what she had once been and what Naomi was turning her into.

"Shhh, there we go, sweetheart. Just listen."

Naomi’s voice was everywhere, inside her head, woven into her very thoughts, threading through the fabric of her mind like golden light through an intricate tapestry. It wasn’t a voice that commanded—not harsh, not forceful. No, that wasn’t Naomi’s way.

Naomi’s way was gentle.

It was a whisper in the dark, a warm hand smoothing down her hair, a soft embrace that didn’t force but persuaded, that didn’t take but offered. It was a voice that wrapped around her like a lullaby, that guided her instead of pulling, that told her she was safe, that she was loved, that she was meant for this.

"You’re such a good girl, Kaylee. You don’t have to think. Thinking is too hard, too heavy. Just let go, baby girl. Let Mommy take care of everything."

The words washed over her, sinking into her bones, into the deepest, most hidden parts of her mind.

Kaylee barely registered the warmth spreading beneath her, barely noticed the way her body reacted to Naomi’s words, because her thoughts were not her own anymore. They were being rewritten, reshaped, restructured in a way that didn’t feel wrong, didn’t feel intrusive, didn’t feel forced.

It felt natural.

It felt right.

She barely even remembered what she had been fighting against in the first place.

Had she been fighting?

Why had she been fighting?

What was there to fight against, when Naomi was so kind, so loving, so proud of her?

"That’s my good girl."

A shudder of pleasure, of deep, overwhelming satisfaction spread through her at those words, and Kaylee realized, with a slow, dreamlike clarity, that she wanted to hear them again.

Needed to.

Craved it.

Because good girls got love, good girls got praise, good girls got taken care of.

"You’re a baby, Kaylee. Always have been. It’s okay now, sweetheart. You don’t have to pretend anymore."

Yes.

Yes, of course.

That made sense, didn’t it?

Why had she ever thought differently?

Kaylee felt herself smiling softly, a dreamy giggle bubbling up in her throat, her body curling instinctively, her thumb slipping between her lips as she suckled mindlessly, her mind floating in that warm, golden haze, drifting deeper and deeper into Naomi’s embrace.

She had never been a big girl.

She had never been in control.

She had never been anything but Naomi’s baby.

And now?

Now she could finally stop pretending.

"That’s my good girl."

And Kaylee knew, with every fiber of her being, that Naomi was right.

She had been a baby all along.

Kaylee blinked slowly, her vision swimming as the haze lifted, the golden warmth of Naomi’s voice slipping away, leaving behind only cold, stark reality.

She pulled her thumb from her mouth, her lips wet, the ghost of rhythmic suckling still imprinted on her mind, as if her body hadn’t quite realized it was supposed to stop yet.

Her breath came in short, uneven gasps, her chest tight, her limbs tingling with the strange, unnatural relaxation that still clung to her like oil, like something she couldn’t quite wipe off.

But it wasn’t just her.

She wasn’t alone.

Kaylee’s gaze swept the room, and what she saw shocked her to her core.

It wasn’t just the Littles.

It was the assistants too.

Several of them.

She saw the confusion first—mirroring her own.

The slow blinks, the hesitant shift of weight, the awkward twitch of fingers as their minds worked to reconcile what had just happened.

The Littles were still completely under, their eyes vacant, unblinking, docile as they suckled their pacifiers, waiting for the nursery bot to finish its work.

The mechanical hum filled the air, soft and unbothered, as if everything were normal.

As if nothing had changed.

As if they hadn’t just been dragged under, broken, reset.

Kaylee’s stomach twisted violently, her breath catching as her eyes landed on one assistant in particular—a girl, no older than herself—her expression horrified, her hands trembling as she stared down at herself, at the wet, warm state of her pants, at the undeniable evidence of what had happened.

She hadn’t been wearing a diaper.

She had thought—they had all thought—that they were immune.

That they were caregivers, not Littles.

That Naomi and Oliver were just cartoons, not real threats, not weapons to be used against them.

But the proof was right there, staining the fabric between her legs, clinging to her skin, humiliating, undeniable.

A second assistant rushed to her side, murmuring soft reassurances, helping her up as she choked on a humiliated sob. Together, they disappeared into the nearest bathroom, the door shutting firmly behind them.

The nursery bot continued its work, methodical, unaffected, going from Little to Little, untaping soaked diapers, wiping them clean, redressing them in thick, crinkly padding, all while they remained completely unaware of the world around them.

And then—

Kaylee’s eyes met the last remaining assistant.

They both froze.

Neither spoke.

Neither moved.

Shame was an ugly, heavy thing, pressing against both of them, thickening the air between them like something tangible, something unspoken, something unbearable.

And then, as if by silent agreement, they both looked away.

Kaylee forced herself to breathe, her fingers twitching before she extended her hand, offering it out.

The girl hesitated.

Then—slowly, carefully—she took it.

Together, they rose to their feet, neither saying a word, both moving with the kind of unspoken urgency that came from shared experience, from shared humiliation, from shared fear.

They needed to get out of here.

They needed to breathe.

Together, they slipped toward the nearest bathroom, their steps hurried but careful, their movements mechanical, practiced, instinctual.

The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them away from the outside world.

From the nursery bot.

From the Littles.

From Naomi.

For now.

Kaylee pressed her back against the door, closing her eyes tightly, trying to will away the tremor in her hands, the lingering warmth in her limbs, the sickening knowledge of what had just happened.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there.

Or how long the girl beside her did the same.

The silence stretched long and heavy, filling the small space of the bathroom like a suffocating fog.

Kaylee kept her back pressed against the door, her eyes shut tightly, her breathing slow, uneven, shaky, as if the moment she opened them, she would still be there—still under, still gone, still lost in Naomi’s embrace.

Then—

"You too?"

The voice was soft, hesitant, almost fearful.

Kaylee’s eyes fluttered open, turning slightly to look at the Tweener girl standing beside her.

She was still trembling, still pale, her fingers clenching the hem of her shirt like she was trying to ground herself.

Kaylee swallowed hard, then nodded weakly.

"Yeah." Her voice was barely a whisper, raw and hollow. "More and more every day."

The girl’s shoulders sagged in relief, as if she had been carrying a weight too heavy to bear alone.

"I thought it was just me."

Kaylee understood.

Completely.

The horrible, soul-crushing fear that she was alone in this—that she was the only one slipping, the only one losing herself, the only one drowning while everyone else stayed afloat.

The girl hesitated, shifting uncomfortably, her gaze darting to the side before she spoke again, her voice smaller now.

"I’ve been… I’ve been having reactions to her." She took a shaky breath, looking almost ashamed. "Strong ones. Emotional ones. I—" she shook her head, biting her lip. "I find myself wanting things. Things I know I shouldn’t want."

Kaylee felt a sharp, unnatural pang of sympathy, because she knew exactly what the girl meant.

The way Naomi’s voice curled around you, how it made you feel warm and safe and loved, how every word made you want to please her, obey her, let her take control.

How it made you feel like being a good baby was the most important thing in the world.

How it made you feel right.

Kaylee let out a slow breath, stepping forward, reaching for the girl’s hand.

"Come on."

The girl blinked at her, confused.

"What?"

"I’m going to change you," Kaylee said simply. "And you’re not going to judge me, and I’m not going to judge you. Deal?"

The girl looked at her for a long moment, then—

She nodded.

"Deal."

Kaylee helped her up onto the changing table, lifting her with ease, the motion practiced and instinctual.

The girl didn’t fight it.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t hesitate.

Because she had already been changed like this before.

They both had.

Kaylee worked quickly, efficiently, untaping the heavy, soaked diaper, wiping her clean, dusting on powder, securing a fresh one snugly in place.

The girl sighed softly, her body relaxing, as if she had expected it to be humiliating, but it wasn’t.

It was just normal now.

Kaylee helped her down, smoothing her shirt, and for a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other, neither quite sure what to say next.

Then—

"What’s happening to us?" the girl whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why are they targeting us? Amazons? Tweeners? Before, yeah, we felt the pull, but… but nothing like this. This was—this was irresistible."

Kaylee clenched her jaw, her stomach twisting violently.

She had been wondering the same thing.

The pull had always been there, sure, but it had been manageable, ignorable, something that could be fought against with enough willpower.

But this?

This was different.

This was direct. Precise. Unrelenting.

Kaylee let out a slow, shaky breath, her mind racing.

"I don’t know," she admitted, voice hollow. "But I think… I think something bigger is happening. And I don’t think we’re going to like it."

Because the more she thought about it—

The more she realized that this wasn’t an accident.

The system had already been in place for Littles.

But now?

Now it was expanding.

hand, a silent reassurance that neither of them were alone in this.

Then—

They swapped places.

Kaylee hesitated for only a moment before hoisting herself up onto the changing table, her cheeks burning with fresh humiliation as she laid back, staring at the ceiling, waiting.

The girl hesitated, standing beside her, shifting her weight, her hands fidgeting slightly before she finally reached forward, her fingers deft but nervous as she began to untape Kaylee’s diaper.

The air hit Kaylee’s skin, and she winced slightly, her face burning hotter, her hands clenching into the padding beneath her as the girl worked.

There was something so unbearably intimate about this, about being cleaned up by someone else, about being taken care of like this, about knowing she had lost control so completely, and yet—

The assistant… she didn’t seem disgusted.

If anything, the moment the girl peeled back the soaked padding, she let out a soft sigh, looking almost relieved.

"I feel the same," she admitted quietly, her voice small but steady as she grabbed a wipe, gently cleaning Kaylee up.

Kaylee’s breath caught in her throat, her body stiffening, her eyes flicking toward the girl’s face.

The same?

The same strong urges?

Kaylee swallowed thickly, the blush on her cheeks deepening, her stomach twisting in embarrassment.

She had known it, of course.

The moment the girl had admitted to feeling something for Naomi—to wanting things she shouldn’t—Kaylee had known.

But hearing it?

Hearing it out loud, in such a raw, vulnerable moment, while she was being wiped down, powdered, and changed like a Little—

It made something deep inside her twist, coil, pull tight.

Because she understood.

Because she had felt it too.

Because she had fought it for so long, and yet, in the end…

She had still wet herself sitting in front of that screen.

She had still pooped herself sitting in front of that screen.

She had still fallen, just like all the others.

Kaylee said nothing.

Didn’t respond.

Didn’t argue.

Didn’t deny it.

Because what was there to say?

They both knew the truth.

The girl finished powdering her, her hands moving with careful precision, sealing the fresh diaper snugly around Kaylee’s hips, giving the front a light pat, as if to silently say, ‘There, all done.’

Kaylee exhaled slowly, letting herself relax slightly, before sitting up as the girl offered her hand.

She took it, letting the girl help her down from the table, their movements natural, practiced, routine—as if they had done this a hundred times before.

As if this was normal.

Maybe… maybe it was now.

Kaylee straightened her clothes, smoothing them down as she turned to the girl, hesitating for only a moment before asking,

"What’s your name?"

The assistant blinked, surprised, then offered a small, tired smile.

"Jade."

Kaylee nodded.

"Good to meet you properly, Jade."

The girl chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Yeah, guess this is a hell of a way to do introductions, huh?"

Kaylee huffed a small, amused laugh, shaking her head.

"Yeah… yeah, it really is."

For a moment, they just stood there, sharing something unspoken, something weighty, something that neither of them had the strength to put into words.

Then—

Kaylee took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and reached for the door.

"Come on," she murmured. "Let’s get back to work."

Jade nodded, and together, they stepped back into the daycare.

Back into the madness.

Back into the new, terrifying normal that neither of them could escape.

The moment Kaylee stepped back into the daycare, she had one priority.

Ash.

She needed to check on Ash.

She weaved her way through the play area, past the assistants still recovering from what had just happened, past the Littles who were slowly returning to themselves, until she reached the crib where she had left her baby girl.

And…

Ash hadn’t changed.

Not really.

Not since yesterday.

She still lay there, her pacifier bobbing rhythmically in her mouth, her eyes glazed, her body small and soft and so utterly relaxed.

Kaylee’s heart twisted painfully.

She had hoped—prayed—that Ash would snap out of it overnight.

That she would blink up at Kaylee, confused, asking what had happened, asking why she was like this, why she was dressed like this.

That she would be herself again.

But no.

No, Ash was still lost in the haze.

Still deep under Naomi’s grip.

Still a baby.

Kaylee sucked in a slow, uneven breath, trying to keep the guilt at bay, trying not to let it crush her.

She had done this.

She had let this happen.

And now?

Now she had to live with it.

Kaylee knelt beside the crib, her fingers brushing softly against Ash’s cheek, stroking through her hair as she leaned in, whispering,

"Hey, sweetheart."

Ash blinked sluggishly, her lips parting, her breath hitching—

And then her entire face lit up.

"Mommy!!!"

She squealed in delight, her arms reaching up instantly, her fingers grasping for Kaylee, pure, unfiltered joy written across every inch of her face.

Kaylee exhaled a quiet chuckle, because what else could she do?

"Hey, baby girl," she murmured, scooping Ash into her arms, feeling her instantly burrow into her chest, her tiny fingers curling into Kaylee’s shirt, clinging to her.

Ash giggled softly, nuzzling against her, so happy, so content, so completely unaware of what had happened to her.

Kaylee’s heart ached.

At least she wasn’t completely gone like before.

At least she still recognized Kaylee.

At least she was still capable of feeling joy.

It was something.

Not enough—not nearly enough—but it was something.

"Come on, sweetheart," Kaylee said, standing, bouncing Ash slightly in her arms, adjusting the girl against her hip.

"Let’s get you changed, hmm?"

Ash just giggled, her little body wiggling playfully, her hands bopping lightly against Kaylee’s chest, batting at her like a kitten.

Kaylee chuckled, shaking her head.

"Someone’s playful today."

Ash giggled again, batting at Kaylee’s cheek this time, letting out a happy, bubbly squeal.

Kaylee sighed, carrying her over to the changing table.

It was so strange—so unnerving—watching Ash act like this.

So carefree, so mindless, so… babyish.

It wasn’t an act.

It wasn’t her trying to manipulate the situation.

It was just who she was now.

And Kaylee didn’t know how to fix it.

Didn’t know if she even could.

She laid Ash down, the girl’s limbs splaying out easily, her thumb slipping into her mouth as she kicked her legs slightly, letting out another soft, delighted giggle.

Kaylee went through the motions, untaping the soaked and messy diaper, wiping her down, dusting on fresh powder, securing a new, thick diaper snugly around her hips.

She worked automatically, her mind distant, racing, screaming at her to figure this out before it was too late.

Kaylee checked on Mira next, steeling herself as she approached the girl’s bouncer.

Mira had already been changed, her diaper fresh, thick, and snug around her hips, her tiny form swaddled neatly, as if she were just another Little in the nursery.

Her eyes were hazy, that blank, vacant look that Kaylee had seen too many times today, the pacifier bobbing rhythmically between her lips.

Kaylee exhaled slowly, her stomach twisting in uneasy relief.

Mira was still too far under to say anything.

Too deep in the afterglow of the hypnosis to tattle, to fight back, to scream about what had been done to her.

Kaylee hated that she was relieved.

Hated that she had to think like this.

That Mira’s silence was a blessing, rather than something to be horrified by.

But she had no other choice.

Kaylee sighed, pushing away the thoughts, the guilt, the gnawing anxiety that would never leave her alone.

She had work to do. The rest of the day passed like any other. Routine and mindless.

The work of a caregiver—feeding Littles, changing them, making sure the daycare ran smoothly.

By the time evening came, only four of them remained.

Kaylee, Jade, Ash, and Mira.

Jade had been quiet for most of the afternoon, absorbed in her own tasks, but now—

Now, something was off.

Kaylee could feel it, the way Jade’s movements slowed, the way she was watching Ash, her eyes lingering on her too long, her expression thoughtful, uncertain.

Kaylee had been too wrapped up in her own worries to notice at first, too busy keeping up the illusion, too busy playing her role.

But now—

Now, Jade was approaching her.

And there was something in her gaze that sent a chill crawling down Kaylee’s spine.

Jade glanced at Ash again—sweet, giggling, empty-eyed Ash, curled up with a stuffed bear, cooing to herself as she kicked her legs mindlessly.

And then—

"Kaylee?"

The hesitation in her voice was thick, heavy.

Kaylee felt her stomach drop.

"Why is Ash acting like a Little?"

Kaylee’s blood ran cold.

"What happened to her?"