It's been a few weeks since you started your new job, and it's been going pretty well! The atmosphere is relaxed enough, your uniform's cute albeit a bit revealing, and the pay's decent, and you can't help but sneak glances at your boss whenever she passes. Between the diaper blatantly on display beneath her skirt and those cunningly seductive eyes... What were you doing again? It's about closing time, so it's best to start cleaning up for the evening...

As you settle back in behind the counter following your evening break, you take a seat on a plastic crate and begin to polish the cupboards beneath the counter for what is likely the eighth time today.

"At least I should look like I'm busy," you think to yourself, pulling out your phone and positioning it between your legs so you might catch glances at it as you 'work.'

You sit and absentmindedly scrub your rag over the same small section of the cupboard's door, thumbing through your feed as you go. It isn't long before you zone out completely; lost in the endless droll of the memes and snippets of pseudo-intellectual quips.

"Aww, did you forget to change on your break, sweetheart?" a chilling, yet strangely soothing voice coos from over your shoulder, snapping you out of your daze.

Turning, you spot Miss Ellie, frozen in her tracks as she heads toward her office. Her tail sways gently behind her and you sheepishly nod, hoping to bluff your way around being caught on your phone.

"Go ahead and change," she replies with a maternal smile. "I already turned the sign off, so we won't be getting anyone else in tonight."

She grins as you stand and toddle past her, allowing her to give you a quick pat on the bottom, confirming that your diaper is indeed due for a change. You splay your ears as you hear her chuckle to herself before disappearing into her office, and you make your way to the nearest changing room.

"I can't believe I'm having accidents so soon," you groan under your breath while you seat yourself on the awaiting changing table and begin to work to remove your soiled diaper and wipe down your loins with a cool, wet baby wipe. "Not really what I had in mind for 'seeing myself change over the years,' especially when it's not been that long!"

You work a new diaper under your bottom and begin to fasten it around your hips. Unlike your usual option, this one matches Ellie's, and is covered in a simple yet adorable heart pattern. You reluctantly finish taping the diaper on and stand to adjust its fit while you recall what happens to the other wait staff at the cafe who wear printed diapers; offering a sign of consent, their wearers are often babied by staff and client alike, being pulled into laps for knee bounces, or by being selected for a short stent of lightly affectionate playtime in the play room toward the back. A chill runs down your spine as you imagine yourself in such a position; Though exciting, you're far too timid to openly indulge in such a fantasy...Right?

Crinkling loudly as you go, you head back down the hall toward your post at the counter once again, turning your attention down to the bulky padding between your legs as the fantastical thoughts flood your mind. You find yourself so focused on the daydreams, that you nearly fail to notice the feline leaning against the counter, looming over your phone and its crate perch. You take a startled step backwards and she offers a wry smile, and you take notice of the state of her attire. Is she coming on to you?!

"I like your little phone, here," she purrs, "and I see you haven't finished cleaning or restocking yet. That's very naughty of you."

You can sense yourself becoming flushed, simply by the way she speaks.

"Rather than playing like that," she continues. "Shouldn't you be working?"

As your frustration grows, you notice your cheeks beginning to grow warm. You attempt to stammer out an excuse but everything is just too sudden for you to formulate anything cohesive. Noticing your frustration, she slips down from her seat and approaches you, taking your wrist in one hand, and caressing your cheek with the other.

"Maybe you just need a little...," she pauses before looking directly into your eyes, "Overtime?"

She is already tugging you by the wrist down the hall toward the nursery before you can so much as begin to consider a response. She's beautiful and all but isn't this inappropriate? If you refuse her, can she fire you or something? Why is she acting like this so suddenly? The questions make your head spin, as you find yourself being pulled into the playroom.

The space is much larger than it appears from the hallway, and though infantile in appearance, the size of all the objects is such that they offer the equivalent proportions to an adult as their normal variants would to a small child. The air is cool and smells lightly of lavender and baby powder, unlike the coffee and spiced tea scents you find familiar from the dining area.

"I've got just the job for you, sweet pea," Ellie says softly, pulling you toward the door on the opposite site of the room.

As you approach the door, she gives you a brisk tug and nudges you forward after releasing your wrist.

"Go on in and get comfortable, sweetie," she coos. "I'll be with you shortly."

Your heart races and you cautiously step into the darkened room and jump as you hear the solid clank of the door's latch closing and locking behind you.

"Wh-What's going on?" You cry, putting your hands out to feel around for a light switch.

Ellie's voice lightly replies via an unseen intercom, reaching out to you in the darkness, "Calm down, sweetheart. Just relax and get comfy. You'll be here for a while and it's best to just enjoy it. We have a lovely young couple who would love to meet you in a few weeks, and you've got plenty of training to get through before then!"

Her voice gives way to soft nursery music, accompanied by low undulating tones that quickly makes your mind feel as though it's lost in a fog as your legs give way beneath you.

Is this why you were urged to avoid the back room in orientation?

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Who needs a point-based disciplinary system when you've got mental regression and adoption orders to fulfill? The employees really are the most valuable asset of the Young at Heart Cafe.

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