You scarf down the sandwich, surprised at how good it is.
"This is amazing!" You tell Hannah, who begins feeding you a baby bottle after you finish, which you happily drain, the sandwich making you incredibly thirsty. "I'm glad you think so sweetie, there's plenty more where that came from." Hannah then places a pacifier in your mouth, beckoning you to crawl after her. You suck intently on the pacifier, focusing your attention on playing your role, ignoring the building pressure in your bladder and bowels. When you reenter the room, Hannah looks you over and says "You shouldn't be going around in just a pull up sweetie, let's get something on you." She goes to a closet and picks out a thick pink onesie, but before she could get it on you, you suddenly feel the pressure in your bladder release into the thirsty pull up. Krista happily points out your accident to Hannah, yelling "Mommy, lil sis wet herself!" and giggling. Hannah looks down and nods, saying "Thanks for letting me know Krista" and rubbing her head, before taking you to the side and laying out a changing mat, and lying you down on it. "You sure soaked this! We're lucky it didn't leak! I guess we should get some better protection on you." She leaves the room, coming back with a pink vinyl bag, with "Princess's diapers" written on the front. She unzips the top and pulls out a thick pink diaper (many times bigger than your current pull-up), baby powder, baby wipes, and pink-tinted translucent plastic panties. As much as you don't want to wear them, you don't want to ruin the game, and you want to get out of your wet pull-up, so you don't resist when Hannah slides down your pull up, and quickly replaces it with the thick diaper, wipes you down, sprinkles powder over you, and tapes the diaper over you. She then slides the plastic panties over the diaper, and engages a lock, pocketing the key before you can react. You tug against the plastic panties, confirming your suspicions: Hannah locked them in place, meaning you weren't getting out of them, or the diaper they covered, until she wanted you to. She then grabs the onesie, unzips it, and traps you inside, locking the onesie just like the plastic panties. You don't notice the sound of ripping velcro while you focus on checking if you were locked in the onesie.
"There we go! Isn't that better?" Hannah asks, and you nod, both to play your part in the game, and because you really did enjoy the feeling of the soft pink fabric around you. However, one thing really was bothering you, as the pressure in your bowels was quickly becoming unbearable.
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