Can hypnosis help ?

“I-I… wha…?” She responded, after taking her hands away from her mouth for a moment. What was Francine trying to do? She didn’t understand, but as she was getting more and more aroused, the more she found thinking about such things to be a challenge. Or thinking at all for that matter. 

"You're IN your uniform." She stated and chuckled, patting the diaper and carrying her back to the couch. "A tiny little angel like you can't possibly do the work of a grown up... We'll have to find a different job for you to do. And in the meantime, you can just stay here and sit pretty for me."

Francine nodded in encouragement. "Go ahead dear... try it on your own now." She whispered. "I'm right here... Use me as you please." She said and offered her up her hands. "At your service, my poopy princess."

Even so, at least she could move now. “Where are my clothes…? My u-uniform..?” She asked, not seeing them around. Anya probably had them hidden just out of sight, it wasn’t like she could see all of the room from on top of her desk. 

Dahlia’s face turned even more red with each bounce, the little thing had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep all of the aroused noises she was making under wraps. Well, that was assuming there was any other sound in the room, which there was not. There was no hiding how she felt, as hard as she tried! The effort was cute though.