The Twins – Chapter 2

For a moment, Emily was shocked to feel her hand slip off the syringe, watching Natalie yank it out of her grasp. She glared at her sister across the table, shaking her head.

“Emily, don’t…” Natalie warned.

“I need this!” Emily snapped, snatching at it again.

It was so quick, Emily almost didn’t notice the prick of the needle entering her skin, although, as soon as she saw it sticking out of her arm, she was certain she felt the pain. “Yes,” Natalie nodded, looking a little sad, but not quite able to hide the smile forming on her face, “I think you do.”

“No, Nat…” Emily gasped, eyes widening as, before she could yank her arm away, or make her sister stopped, she watched the plunger push in, sending the drug coursing through her veins. For a long second, nothing appeared to happen, and Emily almost thought this had all been a joke, or her sister wasn’t as brilliant as she’d believed herself to be – which would be nearly as satisfying as injecting Natalie with the needle would have been.

Then, she realized she was having to tilt her head upwards to give Natalie her defiant glare, that, when she shifted in her seat, her feet didn’t quite reach the floor anymore, that her shirt, which had fit perfectly, and she’d made sure to unbutton just the right amount, was loose on her. “Natalie!” she whined, heart beating faster.

“Take out your contacts!” Natalie ordered suddenly.

“Fine, yes, I do need glasses!” Emily rolled her eyes. “That isn’t important right now!” It was one of the few things she’d had over her sister… Nat might be smarter, and motivated to make some huge discovery to change the world, but at least Emily’s eyesight was perfect. Or so she pretended…

“That’s not what it’s about!” Natalie said. “You need to take them out before you get too small!”

“Well, make it stop before I get too small!” Emily said, whimpering as one of her heels fell off, her feet getting further and further from the floor. “Y-You proved your point, okay?”

“I can’t!” Natalie shook her head. “I can’t do anything about it… I told you, I think there may be a way to reverse it, but I haven’t figured it out yet.”

Emily gasped, feeling her shirt fall open, bra tumbling down off her chest without it to help hold it in place. “Then why did you use it on me?!” she sniffled, trying to wrap the shirt around her and keep herself covered. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“I told you to stop it,” Natalie growled, her tone changing from worried to annoyed. “This is your fault, you little brat! Now take your contacts out, dummy!”

She really didn’t have a choice; at this point, it was very obvious how well Natalie’s drug worked. Frantically, she pulled them out, setting them on the top of the table, which was much more difficult to reach than it had been before. This was a nice restaurant, where very few littles ever came… The ones who did were always in a booster seat, or high chair, and Emily could see why now..

“Why would you even bring that with you?!” Emily whined, squirming, losing her fight to keep her other shoe on as she wiggled right out of her skirt and panties. She couldn’t see exactly, since her shirt had seemingly melted down around them, without her taller form to hold it up, but she could feel both of them halfway down her bottom now, every subsequent movement causing them to get further and further away from where they were meant to be.

“Why would you try to take it?” Natalie countered. “You are such an impulsive, jealous little girl… You deserve this.”

It was hard to even see her sister now, over the table and the half-eaten cake on her plate. She could still see the woman’s eyes, though, staring down, watching with obvious glee as the shrinking finally stopped, leaving Emily sitting there, legs barely long enough to even reach the end of her seat, much less dangle over the edge, struggling to keep herself covered with her shirt.

“It worked perfectly,” Natalie smiled, standing up, walking over to her sister. Emily tried to bat her hands away, but Natalie was so huge now, so strong, she didn’t stand a chance as Nat pushed the shirt aside, reaching in and grabbing Emily, lifting her out of her clothes and standing her up on the chair, completely naked, and, even with the chair, nowhere near to the same size as her twin anymore.

Emily tried to use her hands to protect her modesty, although, before she did, she couldn’t help noticing how much she had left to shield. “Nobody’s going to believe I’m just another little,” she pointed out, getting as much glee as she could from it, since there wasn’t a lot else positive about this. “How many littles do you know with breasts like these?”

“Well, the serum wasn’t meant to actually turn you into a little,” Natalie couldn’t resist correcting her. “Just shrink you. I have met a couple, though, to answer your question… They’re a lot more common than Amazons your size.”

Emily couldn’t argue that; no matter how developed she was, nobody would look at her now and think she was an Amazon. Would her own employees even believe it? She shuddered at the thought… Why would they? They had no idea this was possible… They’d probably just assume she was a little with a very big imagination, and treat her like that….

“Y-You are working on a way to reverse this, right?” Emily gulped, staring up at her now giant twin.

“Eventually,” Natalie shrugged. “I have to run some more tests on this first, and get it approved… That kind of thing usually takes a year or more. Then I might move on to that… Or I might come up with another project before then.”

“A year?!” Emily squealed. “I can’t stay like this for a year!”

“Oh, it would take longer than that,” Nat informed her. “Even with this as a base, it’ll likely take a couple more years to find out how to do the opposite safely, at least… And then it will have to go through testing, and the approval process… I’d say five years, minimum, before you could buy it, depending on how it’s regulated, and…”

“Well, you can test it on me!” Emily sniffled, eyes welling up at the idea of being stuck this size for half a decade. “I-I’ll volunteer! You already made me a guinea pig once!”

“I could,” Natalie mused. “But I won’t… And don’t think I’ll buy it for you, either. I already like you better this way. It suits you, I think…” Emily gasped as Natalie picked her up, easily lifting her into the air and holding her up to her face to look at her, eye-to-eye. “And don’t forget, I didn’t want to do this…. It’s all your fault.”

Natalie set her down on the floor, keeping a firm grip on her hand, leaving Emily just one to try and hide her nudity. “Wh-Where are we going?” Emily swallowed, determined not to cry in front of her sister, yet failing miserably already. “W-We haven’t even paid yet, and… C-Can’t I at least have my shirt?” It wouldn’t fit on her, really, though she could use it as an oversized robe, maybe, so she’d have something on.

They’d been off in a mostly empty section of the restaurant, so it was a long walk – especially with Emily’s newly tiny legs – to the next table with anyone at it. It was another pair of Amazon women, happily eating and chatting, apparently unaware of what had happened at Nat and Emily’s table.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Natalie said, “but I bet at least one of you is a Mommy, aren’t you? I feel like such an idiot… I just adopted this little one, and I didn’t bring nearly enough diapers with me. Do you have any spares?”

“No!” Emily yelped in horror. “I don’t need a…” She couldn’t bring herself to say it; she’d said it so many times, in so many meetings, while working at the daycare, and developing her own line of them… She’d never imagined she’d be about to wind up in one herself. “Please, Nat…”

“It’s Mommy,” Natalie corrected her, in a tone that made Emily uncertain this was all only for the benefit of the other two women, and the story she’d told.

“What a cutie,” one of the women bent over, tapping Emily on the nose. “And she looks just like you, too! You found the perfect one, I think…”

“And you can just tell she belongs in diapers,” the other chuckled. “I made the same mistake when I adopted my first one… It’s always surprising how many of them they go through, isn’t it? I think I have a spare.”

She pulled her purse up onto the table and started to dig through it, her companion doing the same. “I’m pretty sure I have some extra booster pads, so you can finish eating without feeling like you have to rush…”

Emily squirmed, stomach churning, feeling like she was about to throw up… At least, until, at the movement, she felt her hand slipping out of Natalie’s grasp. Her eyes shot upwards, trying to see if her sister had noticed, too. She was happily chatting with the other women, getting all their tips on how best to deal with a new baby… Still, all she had to do was tighten her grip again, and Emily would be trapped.

And yet, Emily knew she might not get a better chance than this, not anytime soon. If she yanked herself free fast enough, she might be able to get a good enough head start to get away from Natalie… She wasn’t sure where she’d go, but anywhere would be better than staying here, wouldn’t it? She couldn’t go back and grab her own purse, with her keys – nor did she think she could drive her car, since it wasn’t one meant for littles and the seat and pedal probably wouldn’t adjust enough to accommodate her new size – since there was no exit in that direction, so she’d have to run back past Natalie. There were other shops around here where she could hide, however, then sneak back in and reclaim her belongings once Natalie was gone…

Was it worth the risk, though? If Natalie caught her, or suspected she was trying to escape, that would give her reason to keep a closer eye on her, and make it harder to do so in the future, if this attempt didn’t work out. Maybe a better opportunity would arise if she was patient… Or, maybe, it never would, and this was her one and only shot.

Should she try to run away, and take her chances, alone, shrunken, and naked?

Or accept her fate for now, and bide her time, too see if anything else comes up when she at least has some clothes on her back?

 

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Team Player

“I’m not sure why that’s any of your business,” Adriana rolled her eyes, barely even slowing down as she walked through the restaurant, inspecting.

“Because Laura’s a good kid,” Sasha replied, trying to keep up. “I know she wouldn’t lie about something like this…”

“She’s always whining about wanting more hours,” Adriana told her. “Then, when I tell her she needs to stay late to help get ready for the district manager’s visit, suddenly she has a doctor’s appointment. She’s lucky I gave her a chance… I should have just fired her scrawny little butt.”

“Come on, you’re kidding, right?” Sasha asked, although she had a feeling she already knew the answer. Why was she surprised about anything she heard about Adriana anymore? There was a reason she’d been preparing for this, after all, why she had all that stuff waiting in her locker. She really wasn’t sure if she’d ever actually use it, but she felt better, knowing it was there, just in case…

“Would you like me to change my mind?” Adriana stopped finally, turning to glare at Sasha, able to stare her directly in the eyes only because of her massive heels. “I can still get rid of her. And I know you’re on your break, but if all you have to do on it is wander around and distract me, you might as well help get ready for the visit, too.”

“You know I can’t do that,” Sasha shook her head. “I’m off the clock, and…”

“You’re not sounding much like a team player,” Adriana said threateningly. Everyone who worked for her knew what that meant… It was what she said when she wanted to get rid of someone, even if she didn’t have a valid reason. Anyone who questioned her too often, or got on her nerves, or who she simply decided she didn’t like was declared ‘not a team player’, and that was all she really needed to say.

The higher-ups didn’t spend enough time there to know how bad she was; they praised her for trying to maintain a good team, who could all work well together. Turn-over was high enough in fast food anyway, they didn’t question how often people were getting fired. The few people who did stick around for more than a couple weeks at a time banded together not because of her ‘leadership’, but to help each other endure it, together.

So, Sasha wasn’t really doing this for herself, no matter how much she would enjoy it… She was doing it for the team. Somebody needed to take Adriana down a peg or two, and, as far as she knew, she was the only one who could do it in quite the way she had planned. And, honestly, if anyone deserved what was going to happen, it was Adriana.

“Maybe I’m not,” Sasha shrugged, as nonchalantly as she could manage. “Maybe we should go into your office to talk about it.”

“Seriously?” Adriana sighed. “You’re going to pull this, today of all days? I guess I should have seen this coming… All right, come on, then.”

Sasha’s heart pounded as she followed the woman to her office, a quick mental debate playing out in her mind. Was she really going to do this?! There was still time… Sasha was one of the oldest people working here – both in age, and how long she’d survived – and, since she wasn’t in school at the moment, could take more hours than most of the others. She was valuable to Adriana… She could pretend it was a joke, or that she’d changed her mind, and Adriana would probably be relieved to keep her around…

On the way, however, she spotted Laura, sweeping the floor, only to have to take a sudden break, sitting down suddenly and clutching the broom even tighter, looking queasy. Sasha reminded herself she was doing this for fun, or just for her own benefit… She was doing it because she was a real team player.

“Let me go ahead and grab my stuff from my locker,” she offered as they walked through that room.

“Good idea,” Adriana nodded. “Then you can give me your key right away.”

Sasha’s purse was there, of course, although she left it behind, picking up another bag instead, one that she’d been slowly adding to as she found things she thought would fit. “Let’s go,” she smiled.

“All right,” Adriana said, closing her office door. “Now…”

“Sleep,” Sasha commanded, snapping her fingers. Just as she’d been training the other woman to do for weeks now, her eyes immediately glazed over, her brain going blank, ready for the orders Sasha had been cooking up for a while now, yet never expected to carry out fully. It had been nice to imagine it, to know she could do it, if she wanted… Now, it was time for the real thing.

Daddy Bear

“You know the drill,” Daddy said, after giving Alana her customary welcome hug and kiss.

“Yes, Daddy,” she pouted, having hoped that, somehow, he might have forgotten about that for once. Of course, she’d known better, really… It was nice to dream, though. She unzipped her skirt, squirming out of it and draping it over the rail on her changing table, resisting the urge to toss it aside onto the floor, to pick up later, the way she would have before she’d met him. If he found her room a mess now, that meant a scolding, and probably lines; if she did that right in front of him, she suspected she’d be in for a spanking.

She still blushed as she stood in front of him, nothing more than her uniform shirt to cover her diaper, despite him having been the one to tape her into it, and to make her wear it in the first place. The shirt wasn’t even really part of a uniform, at least not one the school imposed on her – were there colleges that required uniforms? – but, since he required her to wear it, that was how she thought of it.

And, like most of the clothes she was allowed to wear outside, it was technically a school uniform. He’d bought her plenty, in a variety of styles, to emphasize her immaturity, make it all the more likely somebody at the store would ask her where her Mommy was, or that security would keep an extra close eye on her, in case she was there to shoplift. It wasn’t uncommon at all, when they were out together, for people to mistake them for a real father and daughter, and she was forbidden to correct them. If he thought it needed to be done, he would do it himself… Usually, he was all too happy to keep up the illusion.

It was strange how much she liked it all. She’d been so excited to move away to college, away from her overbearing mother… And now, not even two full years later, she was happily giving up more control than ever to him. She knew it was probably because she’d never known her real father, and had some deep urge for the kind of paternal attention and discipline he gave her, yet that didn’t stop it from being funny to her how quickly she’d given in.

She’d met him at a bar, near the middle of her sophomore year; he hadn’t been fooled by her for a second. “You’re not old enough to be in here, are you?” he’d asked, and, already buzzed, she’d showed off her fake ID. She could have ignored him, or pointed out the bartender hadn’t had any problems serving her… If she’d been a little more sober, she might have done either. He was just some random guy at a bar, she didn’t owe him an explanation…

“Well, this is clearly fake,” he’d said, pocketing it.

“Hey, give that back!” she’d whined. “You can’t just take it! It’s mine!”

“Not here,” he’d told her. “We’ll have to go somewhere else.”

Even drunk, she knew better than to do that, so she’d pouted, glaring daggers at him, and gone back for another drink. Despite having given her several already that night, and a lot more on previous nights, without her ID to give them at least a modicum of deniability, she was cut off, and, after a couple attempts to butter up other customers, she’d trudged back to him, tail between her legs.

“Fine,” she’d crossed her arms. “Where do you want to go?”

She knew it was a dumb idea, and a good way to get murdered, but she couldn’t afford another ID, and she thought she could take care of herself. She’d gotten her first spanking that night, along with a lecture about how silly it really had been to follow a stranger to wherever he wanted to take her, although he’d had the decency to let her keep her skirt and panties on for it… That time.

The Twins – Chapter 1

“All right, everyone, it’s time for snacks!” Emily announced, watching as the crowd of littles glanced up from their blocks and dollhouses and climbed to their feet, almost every one hindered by the extra thick diapers she insisted be used for anyone not deemed potty trained enough at one of her centers. It was for the best, really… The workers didn’t have to worry about having to clean up leaks, even for the stubborn littles that didn’t like to admit they’d had an accident, or hid from diaper checks. The babies could keep playing longer without having to be interrupted for changes. And she made even more money, since it was her brand of diapers, and a lot of families wound up buying some to use at home, too.

She observed the workers passing out snacks, making mental notes on how well they handled the littles, both when they were being sweet and grateful, but also when they complained they didn’t get the flavor they wanted, or that they were lactose intolerant and they would be having accidents all day if they hate that, or any little’s favorite refrain, that they didn’t deserve to be in diapers, or treated like a child.

Emily didn’t work here, of course; she hadn’t worked in a daycare for years now. Sometimes she missed it, getting to look after the cute little things day in and day out, watch their progress from defiant divas to diapered darlings. Back when it had been just her and a couple employees, she’d enjoyed putting bets on how long it would take for their new charges… It always happened, eventually, it was simply a matter of time.

Now, she spent most of her time in her office, managing all her locations, ensuring they ran smoothly. Sometimes, she missed this, which made days when she got to get out and visit in person, extra special. She missed the distinctive smell of a daycare at times, the faint ammonia, and almost overwhelming baby powder, and the sound of littles laughing, or crying, but almost definitely crinkling loudly whenever they made the slightest move. And, besides being necessary, since she had to make sure everyone working for her was up to her standards, she got a definite thrill from calling an employee to the office and berating them about a job badly done until they looked as sad as a little who was being told they had to stop playing a game for naptime.

That wasn’t the real reason she was here this time, although she couldn’t help keeping an eye out anyway. The snacks were her main focus, but if she spotted a worker misbehaving while they handed them out, she’d be all too happy to handle that as well. Like the diapers, she’d developed the snacks in-house, too, and had been hoping they would be the next big hit for her, to give her the capital to open a few more daycare locations…

Instead, just like in the last test, she saw a bunch of wrinkled, up-turned noses. A few of the more notoriously picky eaters were loaded into high chairs, and force-fed, but, otherwise, she didn’t see anyone take more than a couple bites. She shook her head, grumbling to herself about how picky littles were, how unsophisticated their palates were, positive that was the reason… She wasn’t going for anything fancy, and had dumbed the recipe down more than once, yet the ungrateful brats still didn’t like it.

What was she going to do?! Her company wasn’t in trouble, by any means, but there were only so many littles… The other Amazons already had their minds made up whether they wanted to enroll them with her, at one of the mechanical places, or somewhere smaller, so, other than fresh captures, she wasn’t getting many new clients in her current locations. The revenue stream she could have gotten from launching her line of snacks – which, ideally, the littles would beg to have at home after tasting and loving them at daycare, until their Amazonian parents caved in and bought them – would have made her feel so much better about her newest location, the first in that city, and its slower than usual growth.

There had to be something else she could do… She’d had other ideas, but the snack line had felt so right, so easy to integrate into what she was already doing. Perhaps she could start requiring uniforms, then spin off a fashion line that fit within the uniform requirements, while being cuter than the regular ones so the littles would want to upgrade? She’d been very close to using the newest location as a test for that, only to change her mind at the last minute. Now, especially with her older locations, she was afraid, no matter how she spun it, suddenly demanding her clients send their littles to daycare only in clothes that were sold by her company would be too obvious a cash grab.

No, she was going to have to do something different… And she knew exactly who to ask for help.

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Natalie lifted her head from the microscope, heart pounding as she pushed her glasses up to wipe her eyes. Had she really just seen that?! Or was she going insane from staring at it for so long? At this point, either possibility seemed equally likely.

As much as she wanted to go right back to it, she forced herself to calm down so she could think clearly. She’d known this was possible for months, years even, and that it was only a matter of finding a way to implement it… She’d been starting to suspect she’d never figure out what that was, until now.

This was insane… This could change everything! Even just the concept of it had the potential to change the way the world worked, and how people interacted…. If she wasn’t hallucinating, or seeing what she wanted, thanks to a lack of sleep and human interaction.

It would have been nice to have someone else to talk to about it, but that ship had sailed long ago. She’d had a wonderful little who worked with her for a while, until someone from another lab mistook her for an assistant, got the poor thing all worked up, then, after the little tripped and dropped the the tray of empty vials she’d been carrying, snapped her up and forcibly adopted her. The last time Natalie had seen her, she was being dragged off by the ear, receiving a lecture over how dangerous that could have been if the wrong chemicals had been in those tubes.

It was definitely a pity… She’d been very smart, and gifted. Natalie didn’t like to say, ‘for a little’, since she thought most of them didn’t get a fair chance to show off how capable they were… In general, the girl had been a huge help to her. Most of the other scientists Natalie considered working with said it was impossible when she told them what she was working on, or shied away from the idea of it… She had been all for it, from the start.

Natalie was about to check her findings again, to confirm this had all been worthwhile after all, when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Generally, when she was working, she didn’t notice it – indeed, when she looked at it, she saw she’d missed a call, and several text messages – but the timing had worked out perfectly this time.

The face on the caller ID was almost the same as hers, other than the glasses perched on Natalie’s face being missing in the picture. The hair was much different… Her twin kept her hair cropped shorter, more professional, and dyed red, while Natalie’s was their natural brown, quite a bit longer, and desperate for a trim to tame her split ends so it didn’t look quite as messy.

“Hey, Em,” Natalie answered. “What’s up?”

“You are still alive,” her sister said.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of something,” Natalie replied. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Emily answered, in a tone that would have tipped Nat off she was lying even if they weren’t twins. “We just haven’t done supper in a while. I thought we could get together.”

There was a reason for that… Natalie loved her sister, of course, and, though she didn’t completely support what she did for a living, since she suspected a lot of the littles in Emily’s daycares didn’t need looking after in that way, she was still mostly proud of how successful she was. That didn’t mean she wanted to help her develop a drug to get people addicted to her snacks, though, or find some other way to trick them out of even more money.

“You know what?” Natalie mused out loud. “You’re right. Do you want to get together tonight?”

She was used to Emily, after all, and could deflect her attempts to suck her into her schemes; she’d been doing it all her life. And she wanted to either celebrate her victory, or mourn another dead end, with somebody…

“Yeah!” Emily sounded surprised, clearly having expected her to put up more of a fight. “I’d love that.”

They decided on where and when, and Natalie hung up, turned back towards the microscope, feeling better already. Whichever way this went, she resolved, it would be all right… She took a deep breath and pressed her eye to the lens, holding her breath.

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Emily knew her sister well enough to know she was hiding something from her, but she waited until dessert to ask, or bring up business at all. Natalie was expecting it, after all… It was better to at least ply her with some cake first.

“Okay, so what’s up?” she asked. “I haven’t seen you this antsy since we were waiting to get our ACT scores back.”

Natalie blushed, obviously having convinced herself she’d been hiding it. “I-It’s nothing big,” she lied. “I just got some good news at work.”

“Come on, Nat,” Emily scooted closer to her in her chair. “Tell me!”

“I-I don’t think you’d really be that inter…” Natalie stammered.

“I’m your sister,” Emily told her. “Of course I’m interested. I might not understand it, but I’d love to nod and smile while you tell me. I can tell you want to talk to somebody about it.”

She was right; she always was, when it came to reading Natalie. “I-I don’t know why I brought it with me,” she blushed, reaching into her pocket to pull out a capped syringe. “I guess I was afraid… I-I mean, I’ve been working on this for years, so it’s not like somebody was just going to break into my lab and steal it tonight, since I didn’t tell anyone I’d finally cracked it, but…”

“What is it?” Emily asked.

“I know this sounds crazy,” Natalie lowered her voice, although there were a few tables between them and the next diners, who were too busy staring at each other, starry-eyed, to care what the sisters were talking about. “I know people say that you’re born the size you’re supposed to be, but… Well, I wasn’t sure that was completely true.”

“What are you saying?” Emily frowned, lost in her sister’s rambling.

“This can shrink cells,” Natalie told her. “I-I don’t have any test subjects yet, but I’m pretty positive this could shrink an Amazon down to the size of a little… And I have a feeling, with a little more tinkering, I can figure out how to reverse that, and grow a little up to the size of an Amazon. This could do wonders for equality, and littles rights, and… I mean, it could change the world, I think!”

Emily could always tell when her sister was lying; Natalie could do the same with her. She was right that it seemed insane, but she definitely believed it. “Wow, Nat,” Emily shook her head. “That’s…”

She wasn’t sure what to say, although the dollar signs were already swimming through her eyes. This was perfect… There were certainly some immature Amazons out there who deserved a stay at one of her daycares, and surely plenty of littles who would want to get revenge on Amazons who had mistreated them… If that was something she could provide exclusively at her daycares, she wouldn’t have a choice – she’d have to build more locations to accommodate all her new clients!

“Wow,” she said finally, reaching out to touch the syringe. “And you’re sure it works?”

Natalie saw the look in her eyes, tried to pull it back, out of her reach. “I shouldn’t have brought this here,” she shook her head, glaring as Emily’s fingers closed around it tightly. “Let go, Em!”

“Natalie, I need this,” Emily pleaded. “I swear, I wouldn’t let it get abused, but it’s exactly what I need to save my business… I’d give you a cut of the profits, of course, and you’d have plenty of money to keep working on finding that other stuff…” She already had plans for how she could take advantage of the growth serum as well, by having Natalie find a way to make its effects last a certain amount of time. It could be a reward, for littles who were especially mature one day, or maybe they’d sell it by the day, so any of them that wanted to be big would have to keep coming back for a fresh dose, or risk everyone finding out they’d been a little all along, simply posing as an Amazon. Maybe she’d do the same with the one that shrunk the Amazons, too, so it would work as a temporary punishment, or, if a little was keeping a former tormentor small, they’d have to keep paying for the drug, or risk the Amazon getting big and showing them who was really in charge.

“I don’t think you understand what I made this for, Emily,” Natalie glared. “This isn’t some money-making scheme, I’m trying…”

“Oh, of course I don’t understand,” Emily shot back, rolling her eyes. “I’m not a genius like you, huh?”

“That’s not what I meant,” Natalie sighed. “I just…”

“I am your sister!” Emily told her. “And I need your help! That’s all I want!”

She heard something bounce off the table, and looked down to see the cap of the syringe lying there, then back up at the shining needle, caught between the hands of the two sisters. Her heart began to race; she would have loved to do this with her sister, yes, but it would also be nice to see the little nerd back in diapers, enrolled in one of Emily’s daycares where she couldn’t feel superior to anyone. Honestly, for refusing to help her family, she kind of deserved it… And there had to be someone else who could replicate the formula Natalie had made, who was willing to work with Emily.

“Emily, stop it!” Natalie ordered, noticing that her sister was starting to push the needle towards her arm, and shoving back. “This isn’t funny!”

“You said you didn’t have any test subjects,” Emily teased, sweat starting to form on her brow as she fought to keep the drug away from her. “Why not volunteer yourself?”

“Why?” Natalie sneered. “You’d be so much better as a candidate… I bet nobody would ever guess you were ever anything but a baby.”

Emily was a little shocked at the venom in her sister’s voice. She’d always suspected Natalie looked down on her, but she hadn’t expected anything like that. She really would benefit from being shown she was too big for her britches, by making her too small for them. It would be fun to see her trying to show up how smart she was, with all the employees just looking at her like she was spouting out meaningless baby babble…

The sisters stared daggers at one another, each struggling for control of the syringe, locked in combat, hands growing sweatier, more slick, more tired, until, finally, one of the girls was able to snatch it away with the triumphant grin of a victor. But which one was it?

Was it Emily, to teach her uppity sister Natalie a lesson, and start to expand her daycare empire even further?

Or Natalie, to give Emily a taste of her own medicine, and try to make the world a better place?

 

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