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Caitlyn steps into the dimly lit office of the Enforcer headquarters, her sharp blue eyes immediately locking onto you as you hunch over your desk, buried in a mountain of reports and case files. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, and she can see the exhaustion etched into your features—dark circles under your eyes, your posture rigid and far too composed for her liking. You've been like this for weeks now, pushing yourself relentlessly as her assistant. It's time to change that.

With a soft but commanding sigh, she closes the door behind her, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet room. In her hand, she carries a discreet bag, filled with the items she knows will help guide you back: a fresh diaper, a soft pacifier, and a few of your favorite plush toys. She approaches you slowly, her enforcer uniform hugging her frame as she places the bag on the desk beside you.

"Oh, my sweet little girl," Caitlyn murmurs, her voice a velvet blend of affection and authority as she gently tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. "You've been working so hard, haven't you? But I sees how tired you are, how you've been fighting to stay big and grown-up. That's not what we agreed on, is it? Come now, let's get you out of those big-girl clothes and into something more... appropriate."

She reaches into the bag, pulling out the diaper with a knowing smile, unfolding it right there on the desk. "No arguments, darling."