The Twins – Chapter 4

Emily sighed, realizing she didn’t really have much of a choice in the long run; she could either rush through this, and get out of here, and hopefully the public eye in general, or she could sit and wait it out. Maybe right now, she’d be brave enough to try to throw a tantrum – although, even that was risky, with those two women who had given Natalie a diaper would probably hear, and be happy to offer their advice on proper discipline – but the more people showed up, the more she’d want to stay quiet and unnoticed, until she inevitably wound up giving her sister what she wanted anyway.
Reluctantly, she reached for her fork, still sitting on the table, so close, and yet so far. Obviously, with the tray in place, she couldn’t bend over far enough to reach it; even without it, she doubted she could have without slipping and falling off her seat, though it felt better to be able to blame it on something she had no control over.

“Can I have my fork?” she asked Natalie at last, when she didn’t get the hint.

“Oh, silly me,” Natalie smirked. “I should have had the waitress bring you a baby fork, huh? This one is far too big for your little mouth, and so sharp… A nice, little plastic one would be much safer. I’m sure they have some she could get for you.”

Emily wasn’t sure how likely it was for anyone to recognize her, for anyone to think an Amazon like her could be reduced to this, but she certainly didn’t want the waitress to have a chance. If that was what it took to not have to eat her cake like a toddler, however… Well, there were worse things Natalie could have asked of her.

“Okay,” Emily nodded.

“Wow,” Natalie raised an eyebrow. “No fuss?”

Emily shook her head, doing her best to hide her smile. Maybe she’d stumbled onto something accidentally… If she didn’t act humiliated by all this, that would take the fun out of it for her sister. It would take a lot of acting, but if all she had to do was embrace this until Natalie grew tired, perhaps she’d be allowed some semblance of her old life, even if she had to become a recluse, and run her company from the distance, behind e-mails and phone calls, with no more in-person visits, at least until Natalie discovered how to reverse the drug.

“Well, we’ll have to wait for her to come back around,” Natalie told her. “So work on your bottle until then. She’d be very sad to see you didn’t drink any…”

Emily’s stomach clenched at the sight of the milk, knowing quite well all the things that could be hidden in that white liquid. She squirmed, diaper crinkling as it slid across the high chair’s seat, finding it much harder to convince herself it was a good idea to drink it. The cake had been intended for her as an Amazon, and she’d had enough to know it was delicious, and almost definitely not dosed with anything nefarious. The bottle, on the other hand…

“I’m not going to ask her to bring you anything else if you don’t show some appreciation for what she already did for you,” Natalie informed her.

“Fine!” Emily hissed, grabbing the bottle off the tray, shocked at how huge and heavy it felt in her hand, requiring both to comfortably lift it up to her mouth. She winced, glancing at her sister, praying she’d change her mind, before inserting the nipple into her mouth and starting to suck.

It had been a very long time since she’d voluntarily drank milk, so she didn’t have much to compare it to. It was warm, as well, and she was reasonably certain she’d been an actual child the last time she’d had any that way. It felt thicker than she recalled, and sweeter, which was a huge warning sign, since she knew, personally, if she was trying to hide something in a little’s bottle, she’d use something sweet to cover up any after-taste, and ensure they drank all of it.

That didn’t mean that was what the waitress had done, however, she told herself, forcing her mouth to keep nuzzling the nipple, sighing as she saw how little of the liquid inside she’d drained, and how much was left. Maybe it was just a treat, something for a cute little who, according to the story she’d been told, had something to celebrate.

“There,” Emily set the bottle down. “Is that better?”

“You’ve barely made a dent,” Natalie shook her head. “She’ll think you didn’t like it.”

“I don’t!” Emily kicked her legs, pouting. “I don’t like milk!”

“Hush,” Natalie chuckled. “All littles love milk, so you do, now, too. Have some more.”

Emily was forcing herself to guzzle down another mouthful when the waitress reappeared. “Oh, good,” she smiled. “I’m happy she likes it.”

“Oh, she does,” Natalie lied. “She’s going to finish every drop of it.”

Emily fidgeted, debating whether or not to lower the bottle, glad to have it to hide part of her face, but less so that it meant Natalie was going to speak for her. Did she really want to say anything herself? The waitress might buy that she happened to look like the woman who had adopted her… Would she still think it was a coincidence, or fate, when she sounded the same, too? Would she recognize Emily’s voice from all the complaining she’d done earlier that night?

“It’s exactly what a sweet little girl like you needs,” the waitress patted Emily on the head. “I went ahead and brought the check. No rush, though, you can feel free to take as long as you need.”

“Thank you,” Natalie said. “You’ve been a huge help.”

The waitress nodded and started to leave, Emily’s eyes widening. “You didn’t ask about the fork!” she hissed at her sister, turning as far as she could in her chair, watching the ‘tweener heading away.

“You aren’t done with your bottle,” Natalie reminded her, as if she could have forgotten. “Maybe after that.”

“Are you kidding?!” Emily scowled. “Who knows when she’ll be back?!” Natalie shrugged. “Excuse me!” Emily shouted. “Can you come back?”

If the waitress remembered her voice, she didn’t show any signs of it. “Yes, sweetie?” she grinned, returning to the table, bending down to look her in the eye, although, when Emily tried to tell her what she needed, she reached out and tickled her belly. “Sorry, couldn’t resist,” she said. “What did you need, cutie?”

Emily’s cheeks were burning, wanting the woman to go away, to stop treating her like a baby… But she was apparently her only hope, since Natalie wasn’t making any moves to ask for her. “C-Could I get a fork for my cake, please?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” the waitress glanced over at Natalie. “That’s really up to your Mommy. What do you think? Is she ready for that?”

Emily pouted, pointing at her bottle, showing that she’d been willing to do as she was told. Natalie’s eyes flicked towards her, acknowledging, then turned to the waitress. “No, she’s a clumsy little thing… It isn’t a good idea.”

“That’s what I thought,” the waitress gave her a wink, speaking in a faux whisper that Emily, of course, heard perfectly clear. “See?” she turned back to the woman in the high chair. “I tried.”

Emily glared, wanting to let her know she wasn’t that stupid, that she knew she hadn’t really, but calmed herself with a reminder of the plan. Just go with the flow, do what she needed to get out of this place… There were a few more diners filtering in, and, while they were still on the other side of the restaurant, it wouldn’t be long before they started getting closer, and she’d have a far bigger audience. Instead, she clenched her teeth around the bottle’s nipple.

“That’s not very polite,” Natalie scolded. “You should thank her.”

Emily’s hands clenched slightly tighter around the bottle, wishing she was brave enough to toss it at her sister, or the waitress’s head. “Thanks,” she burbled, not lowering it.

“Wow, she really does like it,” the waitress giggled. “No problem, sweetie. I’ll be sure to give your Mommy the recipe for that milk, too.”

That wasn’t a good sign; if it was just milk, it wouldn’t need a recipe. There was no point stopping now, however… There was plenty to go, but she’d drank enough to surely feel the effects, whatever they were.

Once the waitress was gone, Emily set the bottle down and stared at her cake. “I’ll be careful,” she made one, last-ditch effort. “I-I can use the big fork…”

Natalie didn’t even bother to answer, which was enough of one in and of itself. Grumbling, Emily reached towards the plate, sinking her fingers into the moist dessert, feeling the frosting squish as she grabbed a handful, tearing it free and raising it up to her mouth. There really wasn’t any being careful, though she was still surprised when a chunk of it fell off, smearing down her bib, making her look like a messy eater before she’d actually begun.

The cake was still delicious, but eating it with her hands was a completely different experience. Theoretically, she could devour it faster, although if she tried to get too much, most of it wound up on her bib, or her face, each time turning her into one of her clients at the daycare more and more. There was so much more of it now, too, compared to her tiny stomach, which had been full already to begin with… Each bite made her feel like she was swelling up with all the food inside her, belly expanding to hold it all…

She also hadn’t considered what drinking the rest of her bottle would be like. The only thing she had to wipe her hands with was the bib, and, since it was already smeared in cake and frosting, it was hard to find a clean patch to use. The bottle got even harder to hold with her hands so dirty, to the point where Natalie chuckled and asked, “Do I need to help you with that?”

“No,” Emily shook her head, not needing a bottle-feeding to cap off this experience. She intended to finish it, so at least she wouldn’t have to pick it up again, but her bladder was getting awfully full as well… She gulped as much as she could, then set the bottle down again, wincing at the sensation of everything sloshing around inside her.

Her stomach was the first to give in, however, to her horror. As she readied another handful of cake, she felt it rumble, as it had been doing, and then a sticky, squishy sensation when she wiggled in her seat. She knew what it was, of course, yet she couldn’t bring herself to accept it at first, telling herself she had to be mistaken, that she wouldn’t have done that without realizing it, up until she realized the spot was still growing.

It was slow, spreading gradually through her diaper, but nothing she did would stop it. She paused, more of her cake falling onto her lap, trying to force her muscles to tighten… There was simply too much inside her. That, and she had no doubt the milk was helping to weaken them. She felt almost delirious as she nibbled at the cake, positive this had to be a nightmare, that she wasn’t really sitting there in a high chair, messing her diaper while she continued to eat, contributing even more fuel for the mushy fire roiling inside.

She heard herself grunting, her diaper crinkling as she wriggled, and did her best to contain all of that, to keep what was happening a secret as best she could, although doing that wasn’t helping her with her real goal of halting the landslide within. She’d seen this so many times, at work, always considered it the height of babyishness, a perfect example of the circle of a little diaper baby’s life – eating so she could fill her diaper, thus emptying her tummy and make room for more food to fill her diaper with further later on. Now, impossibly, she was on the other side, and she didn’t dare stop eating, for fear of getting in trouble, and, despite how desperately she wanted to, she could stop pooping herself, either.

“Whew!” Natalie waved a hand in front of her nose. “Somebody’s stinky! Are you having some gas?”

Emily didn’t answer, didn’t look up, not wanting to know if her sister thought that, or if she knew the truth… If she didn’t Emily doubted she could stop herself from giving it away with her expression. She squirmed, a rush of the goo oozing out before she could sit down more firmly and slow it, wrinkling her nose as her backside sank into the mess. She’d been able to stem the flow a little, but it was still coming out faster than before, every movement, every time she shifted her weight, or raised herself off the high chair’s seat even slightly, making it speed up again. She was filling her pants quite thoroughly, and all her wasted efforts to make it end simply distracted her from her aching bladder.

It betrayed her, too, although, with her diaper already so dirty, it was harder to notice it; she just noticed it had gotten a bit squishier, and warmer, and that she didn’t feel as much like she was going to explode. She really wished she’d complained to that waitress’s boss earlier, gotten her fired or disciplined… Now, there was almost nothing she could do, because what she’d done – and was still doing – thanks to the woman would prove to most anyone else that she deserved to be doing it. A real adult would never be caught doing something so humiliating in public… Even if it was someone else’s fault, they should be clever enough to stop it from happening, or find a way out of it.

“Wow, she’s such a mess,” the waitress giggled, unlatching the high chair’s tray when, at last, Emily was finished, cleaning her face with a wet wipe she’d brought. “In more ways than one,” she winked at Natalie.

“And she knew I didn’t have any spare diapers with me,” Natalie shook her head. “What more can you expect from a little, though?”

Emily blushed as she was lifted out of the chair by the waitress, yelping the swollen seat of her diaper was given a firm pat and an approving nod. “I wrote that recipe on the back of your receipt,” she told Natalie. “Now, you be a good girl, okay?”

Emily groaned, face heating up further when the bib was untied, taken away, leaving her in only her well-used diaper. “M-Maybe there’s someone else we could borrow a diaper from?” she suggested quietly, meekly to her sister. She was glad she hadn’t waited any longer than she had to eat… The supper rush was definitely starting now, and, before much longer, their table would have been surrounded.

“No, you have a soaker pad,” Natalie reminded her. “That one should hold a little longer. Besides, we need to…” She paused, glancing down at her sister, pondering what she should say next, what they should do.

“Go shopping?” to pick up the things her sister so clearly needed for her new life.

Or, “Go to your place?” where she might already have them.

 

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The Camping Trip

“Are you serious? You’re still wearing those?” Becky saw her little sister, Bunny, blushing, hurrying to try and hide the contents of that bag, but she didn’t mind… Honestly, it was probably for the best.

“I don’t need them!” Bunny insisted. “Mom just made me bring them… You know, just in case…”

That made sense; despite being in her twenties now, Bunny still lived at home, under their parents’ thumbs. In a way, Becky felt sorry for her… Of course, if she’d just get a decent job, she could have moved out, like Becky had. But Bunny was the baby of the family, and so their parents took it easy on her, not wanting to push her to grow up too quickly.

And now, thanks to that, she was still a bedwetter into her twenties, having to bring along diapers on their camping trip. “I can’t believe you,” Becky rolled her eyes.

“It’s not my fault!” Bunny whined, hurrying after her sister as she hauled the tent out of the car, towards their camp site. “I told mom I could leave them at home, but she said…”

“And those are diapers for littles, too, aren’t they?” Becky asked, although she didn’t really need an answer.

“Y-Yeah,” Bunny said anyway, blushing again. “Mom said they fit, so I ought to wear them, to remind me how immature I’m acting… As if I’m doing it on purpose…”

“Are you?” Becky demanded. “Why else would someone your age still be peeing their pants at night? You don’t get it… You’ve never been out in the real world. I know at school it always seemed like we were the ones in charge, but that’s only because we barely had any Amazons there with us. If one of them caught wind that you were wearing those, they’d snap you up in a second, and you’d never get out of them again.”

“I-I don’t have to wear them outside the house, usually,” Bunny mumbled, staring down at her feet.

“You’d just better hope we don’t run into any while we’re out here,” Becky teased. “I’d let them have you in a heartbeat.”

“No, you wouldn’t!” Bunny pouted, though she rushed to catch up with her anyway, the forest suddenly looking a lot bigger, and darker. It was supposed to be a nice weekend, not too hot, not too cool, perfect for camping… Who knew who else would be out there with them? Becky probably wouldn’t be quite so callous in getting rid of her sister… Then again, like any little sister, she’d been a pest growing up, and still could be, since she hadn’t really grown up that much, considering she was still in diapers….

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“Hey, give those back!” Bunny fumed, crossing her arms as she glared at her big sister, her anger only making her more adorable.

“What, these?” Becky held up the pajama shorts, then quickly whipped them out of Bunny’s reach when the girl lunged at them. “Why bother? We both know what you’re wearing… Little babies who still wear diapers to bed don’t get to cover them up.”

“I am not a baby!” Bunny growled. “And I’m not ready to stay in the tent for the rest of the night yet! Give them back!”

She grabbed for them again, but was too slow. “Then don’t,” Becky shrugged, tugging her robe shut a bit tighter. “You’re the one who suggested we get into our jammies. I think it’s cute you even still bother with those, though I guess you don’t have much of a choice, since you still live with mommy and daddy.”

“I also don’t want to get eaten alive by mosquitoes like you will,” Bunny stuck her tongue out. “Serves you right!”

“Yes, it’s too bad nobody’s ever invented some kind of spray to keep bugs away,” Becky rolled her eyes, shoving her sister out of the tent, earning a shocked yelp from the smaller girl. “Go on, you don’t want to be in here all night. Let’s go sit by the fire…. I’m sure there won’t be any Amazons out prowling the forest this time of night… Although, if they are, they’ll probably be attracted to the light, so you’d better make sure to get nice and close, so they can see you, and know you need to be adopted.”

Bunny sighed, sitting down on the blanket they’d laid out, nervously scanning the trees. “Y-You don’t really think there are any out there, do you?”

“I guess we’ll see,” Becky smirked.

The Twins – Chapter 3

It didn’t feel good, letting an opportunity like that pass her by, but Emily decided it was probably for the best. It was tempting, for sure, yet it was also possible Natalie had set it up as a trap. Maybe she was only pretending to be letting her go, and she would have snatched her up the second she took a step. Even if it wasn’t that fast, Natalie’s legs were much, much longer than Emily’s now, and she’d be able to catch up with her in no time… And if those other two women decided to help, it would be even more difficult to escape.

Something else would come up… It had to. Once they were back at Natalie’s house, they’d be alone, at least, so Natalie wouldn’t have any help. She also didn’t have a little, so she didn’t have the proper furniture to keep her trapped. Perhaps that would be her chance.

Until then, however, there were much worse things coming. She gulped, watching the women pull a diaper and booster pad from their purse, handing them over to Natalie, who gratefully took them, then bent down to scoop up Emily. Emily wasn’t sure if she’d noticed how close she’d come to losing her grip on her hand, or if she simply didn’t want to be slowed down by her tiny legs any more; either way, Emily was glad she’d already decided she wouldn’t get getting away here at the restaurant.

Natalie stopped back by their table to push Emily’s clothes off the chair and out of sight, then, on the way to the bathroom, caught their waitress. Emily blushed, turning her face away from the girl, not wanting her to see her this way, not after having complained to her about how slow she’d been getting them their food earlier. She’d definitely struck Emily as one of those Betweeners that belonged in diapers, rather than holding down a real job, but, luckily, she’d refrained from telling her that to her face.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” Natalie told the waitress, “but my sister’s husband came by, and they had to run home and take care of something, and left me to look after their daughter. Could you get me a booster seat for her?”

“Sure!” the waitress chirped, reaching over to tickle Emily’s bare tummy. Emily whimpered, trying to scoot closer to Natalie’s side, to escape that childish action, and the girl seeing her face. “Do you need some food, cutie?”

“She’s a little shy,” Emily apologized. “They just adopted her. She’s already been fed, though, so I thought I’d just let her finish her Mommy’s cake. It’ll be a nice treat for her.”

“That it will,” the waitress agreed. “I’ll get that for you right away.”

“Thanks!” Natalie smiled, before heading into the bathroom. There was a changing table, of course, and, for the first time, Emily wondered why they were always out in the open, rather than in one of the stalls, where she could have at least had some privacy. Of course, until now, she’d never considered littles’ privacy to be an issue worth considering, so she supposed it made sense whoever designed most public restrooms didn’t, either.

“Nat, please don’t do this!” Emily begged as her sister laid her down on the table, strapped her wrists into the cuffs. She’d always seen those as a way to protect littles, who were notoriously clumsy, from rolling around and falling off and hurting themselves… Now, she saw they were just as much about keeping them from running away. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have tried to make you help me, I see that now… You don’t have to…”

She was cut off by a sound she was all too familiar with, although she’d never – at least since she was a toddler – been on this side of it. The crinkle of a diaper being unfolded was unmistakable, however, even without the visual aid of her sister doing it over her, seeming to savor every step of the process, giving it a tug to make sure it was all the way open, rubbing the center to feel how soft and thick it was, slowly pulling out the arms.

“I don’t need a diaper!” Emily insisted, kicking her legs in helpless fury.

Natalie barely appeared to notice, scooping them up and lifting her sister’s bottom off the table with a single hand, sliding the diaper beneath it with the other, letting Emily gently down onto it, her backside gradually contacting the bulky fluff, hearing the plastic cover crinkle as she wiggled and whimpered.

“Oh, silly me, I forgot to ask them for some powder,” Natalie shook her head. “I’m just not used to looking after a little one yet, I guess. Well, we’ll get it next time.”

“Natalie, please!” Emily gasped as her sister pulled the front of the diaper up, feeling her legs getting forced apart by the size of it. She tried pressing her thighs together, only to find the diaper surprisingly resistant to that… She’d have a waddle for sure with this!

“Look at that,” she’d told workers at her daycares on more than one occasion, when she spotted a little with a particularly egregious toddle. “That’s how you know they belong in diapers… When they can’t even walk in them properly. If they need diapers that thick, it’s for a reason.”

Her own special diapers were a part of that; if a little clearly couldn’t be properly potty trained – and so many of them couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried – her daycare’s house brand was perfect for them, and, of course, required while they were at the daycare. If she saw anyone in those, specifically, she knew that meant they’d tried, and failed, to prove they could be in trainers instead… Or their parents had just decided not to bother with all that.

It was only now that she realized how difficult walking in diapers at all must be… And how little control littles had over what they were put in. When they were strapped to the table, there was, essentially, nothing they could do, except accept what their parents decided they needed.

“You’re right,” Natalie nodded, giving Emily a moment of hope when she opened the diaper again. “I almost forgot the booster!”

“You know that’s not what I meant!” Emily glared at her, getting lifted by the ankles once more for Natalie to put the pad into the center of the diaper, then drop her back onto it. Emily let out the tiniest, “Oh!”, able to tell right away how much bigger the diaper was now, and another when Natalie folded it over onto her tummy. Would she even be able to walk at all in this?!

“Natalie, no!” Emily sniffled, gulping at the sound of her sister pulling open the first tape, feeling the side being drawn up and over. “I-I can’t!”

“You can,” Natalie reassured her. “It’s so easy, sweetie… All you have to do is lie there. I have the hard part, but don’t worry… Even though I’ve never worked in a daycare, like you, I know enough to be able to get your diapered up nice and snug.”

“I don’t work at a daycare!” Emily glowered, her pride not allowing her to let that go, despite her current situation, where there were far more pressing matters. “I own them!”

“Silly me,” Natalie smiled, pushing the tape down onto the landing strip, rubbing it in, letting the little-proof glue activate. Emily had always wondered how strong that stuff really was… She’d never seen a little get a tape that used it off, but most of them were pretty weak. Not to mention, they knew if they were caught messing with them at all, they’d be punished, and there was likely a part of them that recognized they needed their diapers, no matter how much they protested.

Surely she’d be able to get them unstuck… She’d spent a long time chasing after and picking up littles, and, while they weren’t exactly heavy, doing it over and over for the years she had worked at the daycares on a regular basis made her feel like she’d built up a fair amount of muscle. How much had the shrinking affected that, though?

“Here we go!” Nat announced, unfolding the last tape, giving that side of the diaper a good tug, making sure it was nice and tight.

“No, no, no!” Emily shook her head, heart pounding as she watched the tape moving closer to the landing strip, knowing once it was down, she would be well and truly diapered. She couldn’t let this happen! She squirmed, kicking her legs, but all that did was make Natalie give the diaper a little adjustment. She tugged on the cuffs, trying to break free, but they refused to budge.

“L-Look!” she exclaimed, her voice the only defense she had left. “I know I said I needed that serum to save my business, but I was exaggerating! It’s still doing fine, and you can have a cut of the profits! You don’t have to let me use the drug or work for me or anything… I’ll just make you a partner, and…”

“I can already have that,” Natalie told her. “Do you think you’re going to be managing your own finances from now on? All you’re going to be in charge of from now on is looking cute in your diapers… And you’re already doing great at it.”

Emily groaned as Natalie stuck the tape into place and gave it a rub, sealing her in. This was it, Emily realized… Without the diaper, she might draw some attention, thanks to her nudity, that wouldn’t exactly be welcome, but might make people wonder what was going on… Now, all people would see was that. Even a more shapely form than the average little, anyone who saw someone her size in a diaper would consider her fully dressed, and know she belonged to Natalie. That diaper told them a story, and, beyond giving it a pat to check whether she’d use it, that was all they’d assume they needed to know about her.

“I don’t wanna wear this!” Emily wailed, as Natalie undid the cuffs, letting her sit up on the table, poking at the huge diaper forlornly.

“How many times have you heard that in your daycares?” Natalie asked, washing her her hands. “And how many times have you actually paid attention to it?”

Emily decided not to answer that, although she couldn’t help thinking about it as she squirmed there, hearing the diaper crinkling beneath her. Almost every day, at least, at least one little would complain… And, of course, since they were a little, and what they wanted was less important than what she, as an Amazon, knew they needed, she’d never once changed her mind because of it.

Emily almost wished Natalie would pick her back up, but, unfortunately, her sister put her back on the floor and took her hand instead. Just standing still, the feeling of the bulge between her legs was almost overwhelming… If she hadn’t been holding Natalie’s hand, she might have fallen trying to take her first step. She tried harder to push her thighs together, to allow her to walk a bit more normally, yet all that did for her was produce another loud crinkle, to remind her, and anyone nearby, what she was wearing.

It was a long, torturous walk back to their table, every step a struggle, physically and mentally, knowing that, from the outside, she looked just like that waddling babies she’d always found so adorable. Seeing what she did waiting for them at the table only made it worse.

“I’m so sorry,” the waitress told Natalie once they were close. “I don’t think we have any boosters big enough for her, so I brought this instead? Is that all right?”

“Oh, it’s perfect,” Natalie grinned.

“Here, I’ll help you with her!” the waitress offered, bending over and picking Emily up, plopping her down on the seat of the high chair, strapping her in, then putting the tray down in front of her. Emily heard a lot of snapping as it was pushed into place, and had a feeling she knew what it was.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to get her out,” the waitress said. “The locks on it are a bit tricky… It’s a safety thing, to make sure they don’t accidentally get it off themselves, and fall out and hurt themselves.”

“Of course,” Natalie nodded. “I totally understand.”

Emily squirmed, blushing as the waitress picked up a plastic bib from the table, bending over to tie it around her face. She tried to turn away, to hide her face again, but there was no escape this time.

“You know,” the waitress smiled at her, “you look just like your Mommy. I bet that’s why she adopted you, huh?” She booped Emily on the nose, then tickled her exposed tummy, earning a giggle from the shock of it. “That’s fate. I think the two of you were made for one another.”

She picked up the half-finished plate of cake from the table – which looked so much bigger now – and set it down on the table, leaving the fork behind. Next to that, she set a bottle of milk. “I went ahead and got her something special to drink, too, to wash it down. Don’t worry, it’s on the house.”

Emily gulped, not liking the sound of the word ‘special’. There were plenty of things that could make a drink meant for a little special, and very few of them were good. She didn’t even really like milk that much to begin with.

“All right,” Natalie told her, once the waitress had moved on, “eat up.”

Emily wrinkled her nose, staring at the cake. It still looked just as delicious as it had before all this happened, but the idea of eating itself, the huge, warm diaper taped around her waist reminding her what would happen to that food eventually, wasn’t particularly appealing. Besides, she’d already ate more than enough before dessert… She’d been ready to give up on it, and now, thanks to her smaller size, the piece looked larger than ever.

“I’m not hungry,” Emily shook her head.

“At least drink your milk,” Natalie said, smirking as she added, “Maybe it’ll help you grow up big and strong.”

Emily glared at her; even if she’d considered doing it before, she definitely wasn’t touching the stuff now.

“Emily, she brought that out here just for you,” Nat reminded her, as if that would make her more – rather than less – likely to drink it. “It would be rude not to try it.”

“Well, I’m not gonna!” Emily crossed her arms. If Natalie was going to treat her like a little, then fine… She could act like a brat. That was pretty much all she could do at the moment.

“Yes,” Natalie countered, “you are. In fact, we’re going to stay here until you finish every bit of that cake, and that bottle. I’m fine staying here all night… Are you?”

Emily fidgeted, pondering. Maybe this was the way… Natalie wasn’t used to dealing with littles. If she embraced her role, perhaps she’d get sick of having to look after her, and put a priority on finding a cure, just to get rid of her. Then again, the restaurant was bound to get busy at some point, and there was always a chance someone she knew, or even just somebody who recognized her from her daycare commercials, would recognize her… What should she do?

Should she stick to her guns, and refuse to eat or drink anything, to give Natalie the true experience of dealing with a little?

Or, in order to get out of there quicker, and possibly to somewhere more private, should she finish her cake and milk, and hope the latter isn’t too ‘special’?

 

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The Prom

“Oh! Uh… Sure! I-I mean, if you want to…”

“Of course I do,” Kim smiled, barely stifling a giggle. “That’s why I asked.”

It wasn’t quite the reaction she’d been expected, although that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Transferring schools at the end of her senior year had been pretty rough; everyone else knew each other by now, and they weren’t interested in getting to know someone when they were only going to be there for a month or two before she headed off to college. That was fine, for the most part… But she really wanted to go to prom.

She was well aware how silly it was, how unimportant it was, in the grand scheme of things… Yet, it wouldn’t truly feel like she’d graduated high school unless she did it. Unfortunately, by the time she got to her new school, the majority of guys she was interested in already had dates, and, even if they didn’t, they probably had someone in mind, someone they’d known for more than a few days.

Then, there was Eric. He was quiet, and kept to himself mostly – Kim hadn’t seen him with any girl, which had given her hope – and he was cute. She would have loved to take some time to get to know him, and have him ask her… But she couldn’t. If she wanted to go to prom, she’d have to strike now, and hope he said yes.

And now, he had. Kim felt as if a weight had been lifted off her, a sensation of happiness, and slight melancholy – this meant her life as a high schooler really was almost over – washing over her. It was hard to believe he hadn’t had anybody else to ask, or that nobody else had asked him before her, and it did make her a bit worried, wondering if there was a reason she didn’t know about.

“Y-You’ll have to pick me up, though,” he said, blushing. “S-Sorry, but I don’t have a car, or a driver’s license.”

It was Kim’s turn to say, “Oh!”, although she immediately felt bad about it, seeing the look on his face. “No, no, that’s fine,” she reassured him. “I don’t mind driving.”

That was a little strange; they didn’t live in the city, by any means, where you could get anywhere you needed to go by walking, or public transportation. She assumed anyone here would have their license by the time they were a senior, even if they couldn’t afford a car yet. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t been asked until her… It seemed shallow, but it wouldn’t surprise her. “I’ll DM you and send you pictures of my dress so you can get me a corsage,” she winked at him. “We’re gonna have a blast!”

It wasn’t exactly what she’d always dreamed of, but she was going to make the best of it. It was empowering to be the one to ask – although it would have felt nice to have it the other way around – and it could be the same to be the one driving. She got herself all dolled up, posed for pictures for her parents, promising to get some with her date, then headed to the address she’d been given.

The woman who answered the door looked her up and down in a way that made Kim feel uncomfortable, like a specimen under the microscope, fidgeting and tugging at the hem of her dress. “H-Hi,” she smiled. “I’m Kim. Eric’s date?”

“I assumed so,” the woman glared down at her. “He’s not ready yet. Come in.”

“Thanks,” Kim nodded, walking in, despite the distinct feeling the woman didn’t particularly want her there. “This is a very lovely home.”

“Let’s go to the living room,” Eric’s mother ignored the compliment. “Would you like something to drink?”

“I-I don’t want to bother you,” Kim told her. “Is he almost done?”

“He’ll be ready when he’s ready,” the woman snapped. “It takes time to put on an actual outfit. I’ll get you some juice… You can sit on the couch.”

“O-Okay,” Kim agreed, wondering if she should be offended. Her dress was short, sure; she didn’t think it was that bad. She had to be careful how she sat, but it was worth it. And there had definitely been skimpier ones at the store… The woman must just be conservative. That was all right, though. Kim had no doubt her son would appreciate the dress.

Eric’s mother returned with a glass of… Kim wasn’t even certain. Her first instinct was grape juice, yet the color wasn’t right for that…. There was purple in it, but it was a muddier shade, almost brown. It definitely wasn’t appetizing looking, that was for sure.

“Uh, th-thanks,” Kim forced a smile, reaching up to take it, having to let go of her skirt, as she was trying to find the best way to position it to appease the woman. She took a sip, nose wrinkling, having to fight back the urge to gag. It tasted even worse than it looked, if that was possible… “Wow, that… hits the spot…” she lied, turning to set the glass down on the end table.

“Honestly,” Eric’s mother scowled, snatching it out of her hand right before it reached the surface, sliding a coaster under it. “Inconsiderate children…”

“S-Sorry,” Kim blushed. “I-I didn’t see those, I…”

“And that dress,” the woman shook her head. “Your mother let you out of the house in that?!”

“I’m eighteen,” Kim couldn’t help sounding snarky. “I can leave the house in whatever I want.”

“I can see your underwear,” Eric’s mother informed her, reaching down, to Kim’s shock, and lifting the skirt. “Ugh, and they’re even sluttier than I expected.”

“Hey!” Kim’s eyes widened as she tried to snatch her dress out of the woman’s hands, only to be surprised at how strong a grip she had. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“No,” the woman countered, leaning in closer. “What do you think you’re doing? Are you trying to corrupt my little boy? I knew you were up to no good from the minute he showed me your picture… And you’re even worse than I imagined. There’s only one thing to do with people like you.”

A Normal Night

That had definitely been a strange case, Lynn thought, settling in at her desk. What was she even going to say about it?

Honestly, it might not even be worth talking about. It had been a long, boring night with her partner, Bonnie, just sitting around quietly, waiting for something, anything to happen. Supposedly, it had been the hideout of some dastardly new villain, someone who would really put them on the map… But, apparently, the tip they’d received was either fake, or out of date.

It almost wasn’t worth filling a report out at all, except, if she didn’t, it would look like they’d spent the whole night goofing off, which would look even worse. They’d worked so hard to get accepted onto a team, any team, to gain some legitimacy… They needed to show they’d at least been trying to accomplish a goal.

They were a classic pair, brains and brawn, the Scarlet Sage and the Crimson Comet; once upon a time, that would have been good enough. Nowadays, even two heroes together couldn’t make much of an impact, unless they had some name recognition as a part of a bigger group. They weren’t in it for the fame, of course, but being a hero didn’t pay on its own…. For that, you needed merchandising, and nobody would buy your products if they didn’t know who you were. The more they did, the more prominent they’d be as a part of the team, and the more chance there was they’d be assigned to take care of some of the bigger incidents, which was where the general public really started to notice you.

Lynn was the brains, the Sage, and, as such, filling out all the paperwork when it came to their various exploits fell to her. Bonnie was capable of doing it, but only in the most straight-forward manner… Lynn was usually able to find a way to spin them, to make them seem a little more important… This one, though, might be unsalvageable.

Sighing, she raised her pen to her mouth, chewing on it absent-mindedly, wishing whoever had the office next to her would turn down their music. It took a few moments for her to realized how odd that was, how long it had been since she’d done that. She’d trained herself not to, knowing it might make her look silly if she unconsciously did it in a team meeting, when ‘silly’ was the last thing she wanted to come off as. Here, alone, however, there was no real harm… And, to be honest, it was more soothing than she’d remembered, probably because it had been so long since she’d allowed herself to do it.

The music was a little weird, too, if she considered it for a moment. The offices were supposedly soundproof, so even if her neighbor had it cranked up all the way, she shouldn’t be able to hear it. That feature was likely only in the really nice offices upstairs, though, despite what she’d been told on her tour here, their first day… Even without the soundproofing, whoever was beside her must have super strong eardrums for them not to be getting damaged, loud as it was in her room.

She was still new enough not to want to complain, not yet. This hadn’t been a problem before today – which was why she didn’t know who was in the next office – and she didn’t want her introduction to them to be her whining about noise. She’d give them until she was finished with the report, at least, and if it hadn’t quieted down by then, perhaps she’d changed her mind.

She’d obviously have to talk about how they were being vigilant, how, even if the tip they’d gotten might not have been accurate, it was still their duty to check it out. After all, how else would they know? Yes, a lot of the other heroes on the team had sources they’d known for a long time, that they knew were reliable… But they were new! They couldn’t be expected to have those right away! That would hardly be fair!

She bounced in her seat, pouting, frowning at a strange sound that she heard at the movement. Where had that come from? It almost seemed to be her crotch, weirdly… She was reluctant, at first, to reach down, to check, not knowing how much surveillance there was in these offices, whether some security officer might see her on a camera and think she was doing something else, though, the longer she thought about it, the more unusual things felt in general down there.

When she’d first discovered her powers, and hooked up with Bonnie, she’d tried a more modest costume, one that she considered more fitting for someone of her intelligence… Of course, it hadn’t worked. She blamed society, being unable to accept a pair of women who were so strong and smart unless they could also easily turn them into sex symbols, and she’d resisted changing her costume for a while… As soon as she caved, they started to get some of the buzz they’d needed to get the attention of the team.

So, while she didn’t like running around in tights and a leotard, she accepted that as a necessary evil for the time being, and had gotten used to them. The one real benefit to them was how much cooler they were than pants, or even any but the tiniest skirts… Yet, now, as she gnawed on her pen, it was hard not to notice how warm she was feeling down there.

Finally, she gave in, letting one hand trail down between her legs. She heard the noise again, but she could feel her costume, same as it ever was… Or was it? The tights were definitely there, although they felt slightly scratchier than usual, more like cotton than the usual slick nylon. And, even more odd, she didn’t feel her leotard over them… It seemed to be underneath.

Had she messed up when she got dressed before the stakeout, and put her tights on last by mistake? Surely, she’d have noticed sooner than this, or Bonnie would have told her – the other woman wasn’t exactly known for subtlety – but she didn’t have the keenest eye, either, so she may not have realized.

For a moment, she was certain that was all it was, that she’d just somehow let the error slip by until now… But there was still the sound. She glanced down, running her hand upwards, then back down again, hearing it each time, yet never quite able to place it. It was so familiar, in a weird way… If that music wasn’t so loud, maybe she could figure it out more easily.

She turned, a little surprised at how stable her chair stayed, her hand moving to her bottom, rubbing it as well. It made the same noise, and made her even more sure something else had changed, as she plopped back down, frowning and gnawing at the pen. The tights on top shouldn’t have made her leotard feel that different… She would have sworn it had become thicker, somehow, stiffer… But what could have caused it? What could it mean?

If anyone could solve this mystery, it was her. She was one of the smartest people in the world… This should be no match for her! Loud, distracting music from next door or not. And yet, the more she thought about it, the harder it was to concentrate, her mind seeming to want to slip off that subject onto anything else, until, at last, she abandoned it. The one thing she did know was it couldn’t be that important… And she had more important things to do.

Namely, deciding what she was going to write in this report. Sometimes, when she was stuck, she found it easiest to start at the end and work backwards. When she tried this time, however, that only made it worse… How had the night ended? She remembered waiting a long time for any activity, and Bonnie suggesting they head inside before they left, just to be certain… And then, she remembered sitting here, in her office, trying to fill out her paperwork.

She considered getting up to go visit Bonnie, who was probably working out, to see if she could tell her what she’d forgotten. She knew her partner wouldn’t mind at all, yet, somewhere in the back of her mind, there was a voice saying she should leave her alone, not disturb her. She ought to stay where she was, get her work done… There was no real reason not to obey the voice… Honestly, if anything important had happened, she would definitely know. She was far, far too clever not to.

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Fireworks

“I’m just going out to see the fireworks,” Amber rolled her eyes. “What are you, my mother?”

“Are you sure that’s all?” her roommate, Bea, arched an eyebrow, looking the other young woman up and down, taking in the skimpy bikini she’d ‘just happened’ to pick out for the activity. “We could easily watch them from here, together.”

“Yeah, of course,” Amber shrugged uncomfortably. “What else would I be up to?”

They both knew the answer, but, realizing she couldn’t change her roomie’s mind, Bea gave up. “Whatever. It’s your funeral.”

“It’s our pond, too,” Amber told her. Technically, it wasn’t true… The pond was entirely on their neighbor’s land, and, even if it hadn’t been, it was only the shore, really, that the landlord they were renting the house from owned. That didn’t stop Amber from going swimming in the water once in a while… Especially once she saw the husband of the couple the pond really did belong to.

“I would be careful if I were you,” Bea had warned Amber, more than once. “His wife is pretty scary.”

“I just like to swim,” Amber would claim, as if she didn’t also enjoy the attention she got from him, if he was around, which seemed to be happening more and more often lately.

For the Fourth, they were having a cookout, with lots of their extended family running around the backyard. Amber didn’t care so much about them, but he was, of course, on grilling duty, his grill set up facing the pond. She gave him a little wave after she sauntered out, slipping out of her tiny, red cover-up, which had hardly deserved the name, letting him take in all of her, before hopping into the water.

She swam and splashed around, giggling to herself as she pointed out the smoke rising from his grill, since he was apparently too distracted to notice it on his own. She’d never actually done anything with him before, and she wasn’t sure if she would have or not, should the situation arise… He was a bit old for her, though still hot enough that it was fun to tease, and, from time to time, imagine him walking around the pond to greet her as she stepped out of it, to lay her down on the shore, his wife way off in their house…

His wife generally stayed up closer to the house, and, if Amber saw her at all, it was while she was tending to her flowers, or taking care of the garden. However, as Amber took a break from swimming, climbing back onto the shore, ready to stretch out in the fading light of day, giving him a little show while she waited for the fireworks to begin, there was no mistaking who was waiting there for her.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” the woman demanded, hands on her hips, clasping a couple objects Amber couldn’t get a great look at.

“I”m just swimming,” Amber shrugged, trying to ignore her memory of the warning Bea had given her earlier, and the dirty looks she could feel, even all the way across the yard and over the pond. “It’s hot out today, and I have the day off. Is that such a crime?”

“Oh, so you’re hot, are you?” the woman smirked. “Is that why you’re barely dressed, young lady?”

“It’s a swimsuit!” Amber rolled her eyes. “This is what they look like nowadays. They make them in two pieces nowadays. What, are you mad I’m actually giving your husband something to look at for once?”

The woman’s nostrils flared, her head shaking. “You little brat,” she growled. “You want to give him something to look at?”

Amber took a step backwards as the woman stepped towards her, raising her hands, suddenly regretting her choice of words, and activities for today. “I-I was just joking!” she squealed. “Hey!” She gasped, grabbing for her bikini top after the woman snatched it off her, tossing it aside, Amber’s other hand desperately struggling to cover her breasts. “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?” the woman asked. “You’re just a spoiled little girl… I promise, you don’t have anything my husband hasn’t already seen.” She dragged the girl over to a tree stump, pulling her over her lap, removing her bottoms as well before delivering a hard swat.

“Ouch!” Amber squealed, squirming, trying in vain to get away. “What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What your mother should have done a long time ago,” the woman said grimly.

“You can’t spank me!” Amber gasped, wriggling frantically, realizing how wrong she was as her brain processed what was going on, hardly able to comprehend it. “Ow!” She could practically feel the woman’s handprint already swelling, turning red on her backside, as she gave her another smack. “Stop it!”

“Why should I do that?” the woman asked, spanking her again twice in quick succession, switching between cheeks. “You wanted to put on a show, didn’t you? Believe me, you’re getting a nice audience now…”

“No!” Amber blushed, kicking her feet helplessly. “Please, stop it!” She didn’t like the idea of their family seeing her this way, of course, but it was mostly him… After so long, tempting him from afar, she didn’t want him to watch her getting treated like a naughty child.

“So, you do know a few manners,” the woman said. “Or you were taught the magic word at some point.” To her surprise, Amber was released, allowed to stand up, rubbing her bottom. “If I ever catch you near my husband again, little missy, that won’t save you.”

“I-I won’t!” Amber promised, tears stinging her eyes.

“So pitiful,” the woman shook her head, standing up, gathering up the two pieces of Amber’s bikini. “I barely even started, and you’re already blubbering.”

Amber blushed, but the insult wasn’t the main thing on her mind. “H-Hey, give that back!”

“No,” the woman smirked, “I don’t think you deserve it, especially after that sad display. But don’t worry… I have something else for you that I think it far more appropriate. You didn’t think your little show was over already, did you?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Amber winced at the sound of the stair creaking under her foot. She’d known that was the noisy one, too… She’d reminded herself to skip it, told herself she would, yet, the moment she’d gotten inside, fighting to catch her breath without being too noisy after her mad dash across the back yard, all she could think about was getting upstairs to her room without being seen, or heard.

“Back already?” Bea called. “The fireworks haven’t even…”

Amber blushed as she turned to see her roommate step out of the living room, pausing at the sight of her standing there on the steps. She’d been in too much of a hurry to put her cover-up back on after the woman had diapered her, right there on the shore of the pond, with God only knew how many people watching – Amber had hidden her face the whole time, not wanting to see any of them herself – not that it would have done her much good, as small as it was.

“N-No,” Amber shook her head, rubbing her bottom, sore from even the few spanks she had gotten, “I got plenty of fireworks…” Her cheeks warmed further as she saw her roomie raise her phone for a few quick snaps, knowing there was no way to get up the stairs in time, or cover her bare chest and her diaper at the same time – or, probably, even just all of the big, bulky diaper. “Stop it!” she whined again, but, as with the woman from across the pond, she had no luck at all convincing Bea with those words.

“So cute,” Bea grinned. “And so fitting… Maybe she’s on to something…”

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