"Excuse me," a voice called out from one one of the booths in the cafe as its owner raised their arm.

"Comin'~," Naiumi replied with a pseudo-childish voice as she hurried to the guest's table. "How can I help?"

Before her sat a wolf and lynx, who both slowly looked her over with wry grins.

"Such a good little girl, coming as soon as you're called," one of the women cooed.

"And look at how cute you are in your little dress," interjected the other.

The panda smiled and teetered on her toes, happily taking in their praise as a soft crinkling emanated from beneath her skirt. The noise caused the lynx to perk her ears, and she leaned forward to rest her arms on the table before her.

"You've been working so hard it seems," she said softly, "but I haven't seen you take a break since we've been here! May we see your diaper?"

"They don't really do that here, do they?" the she-wolf turned her attention to her companion.

"Sure they do," the lynx assured her before waiving her hand to the waitress. "Go on sweetheart. We don't want you getting a rash, do we?"

Naiumi lowered her head as her cheeks flushed with a red that nearly threatened to shine through her snow-white fur, and sheepishly shook her head, taking a step back from the table. There, she slowly raised the frilled skirt of her outfit to reveal a swollen pink pull-up.

"Oh my goodness," gasped the wolf. "That's adorable!"

"Jeeze Leah, the scene's all around you and it took you until now to grasp it?" the lynx groaned, only to quickly cut herself off. "Wait a minute...When did they add pull-ups to the look?"

The panda's blushing intensified and she averted her gaze as she began to stammer out a response.

"Err...Well..."

"Did you not make it to the potty in time, little one?" the lynx teased her before hailing another passing employee.

Stopping mid stride, the cat turned and slung her arm over Naiumi's shoulders.

"How're we doing, ladies?" the woman asked. "I trust our little trainee here isn't causing any trouble."

"None at all," the Leah replied with a smile. "Though, it looks like her pull-up needs changed..."

The cat's ears perked and her swaying tail gained speed from the news.

"Is that so?" She replied. "In that case, would you two like to take her to the back and sort her out?"

"Gladly," the lynx responded enthusiastically.

"Please be kind enough to double-diaper her for me, would you?" The woman smiled, giving the panda a light swat on her bottom. "She may just be a trainee, but she should know better than to think she deserves big girl panties."

The women nodded, rising from their seats.

"And when you're done, she could use 10 good swats on her bottom--You're welcome to send her to the playroom after she's changed, or you're free to do the job yourselves."

Tears began to well up in Naiumi's eyes as the she-wolf took her by the hand and began to lead her toward the rear corridor where the changing rooms and other guest facilities awaited.

"Aww, don't be scared, sweetheart," the woman consoled her while the lynx chuckled to herself, "We'll get you taken care of before you know it, and I promise you'll feel all better afterward, alright?"

Overwhelmed by the fear of a spanking creeping through her regressing mind, the panda could only muster a few sobs and sniffles, along with a timid shake of her head and light tug of her own arm in response as she was led into an empty changing room and hoisted onto the awaiting changing table.

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Diapers are a specific part of the wait staff's uniforms at the Young at Heart Cafe, and their styles are a preferred method of signaling consent for verbal and physical role-play with clients, as their uniforms are specifically designed to keep their diapers on display.

Here, we find Naiumi in the later stages of the reprogramming process--Some of the cafe's victims who show promising signs with the regimen they're subjected to may be allowed to return to working in the cafe by day, before returning to the "back room" after hours. There, they are tended to and cared for by senior staff, and subjected to their regular regimens of brainwashing and hypnosis overnight in the secret 'nursery.'
Especially for these victims, pull-ups are off-limits, and standard underwear is simply unthinkable. Some senior staff members however, are permitted to wear pull-ups after hours and before they're due to receive their own 'training' regimens at bedtime in their own part of the nursery.

Naturally though, the availability of victims to partake in this 'return to work' program is limited, not only by their own mental state, but also by the missing person investigation that is likely being held in search of the 'missing' staff member who has been held captive for several weeks.

It won't be long until the right documents are forged, the right bribes are pushed, the last remnants of her mind and willpower are broken, and her new 'parent's are contacted to come collect their special new 'daughter.'

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