The Twins – Chapter 9

Emily felt her eyes drifting back towards the poster, unbidden, her mind filling with reminders of what she’d heard at the movie, of how, if she was a good little girl, she’d say no to the potty and just wet herself right then and there. She very nearly started to relax right then and there, to give in, to lose any and all potty privileges from then on…

 

“Yes!” she squealed, shaking her head, blushing bright red as she snapped out of it. She wanted to use the toilet, of course, but the potty was going to have to do… She didn’t trust herself to make it through the night dry without it, not with that poster staring down at her from the foot of the crib.

 

“All right,” Natalie said, kneeling down, unsnapping the onesie and untaping the diaper. “We’ll see how you do.”

 

She picked her tiny sister up, plopping her down onto the back of the duck, then stood over her, watching, arms crossed. “Can’t I have some privacy?” Emily whined, but Natalie wasn’t budging.

 

Emily closed her eyes instead, pretending the other woman wasn’t there, that she was in a bathroom, not a nursery, that she was sitting on a real toilet, not a training potty. It worked all right, up until her bladder finally started to release, and she heard the spatter of urine on plastic, followed, shortly, by a tinkling rendition of a nursery rhyme, ‘rewarding’ her for not going in her pants.

 

Immediately, the stream stopped, her eyes popping open as she blushed, hardly able to believe Natalie had gone with something that childish, and humiliating… Although, at this point, she wasn’t sure why she was surprised. “Are you done?” Natalie asked. “That was barely anything. Don’t you want to hear the rest of the song?”

 

“No!” Emily shook her head. “Can’t you turn that off?”

 

“Probably,” Natalie shrugged. “But I’m not going to, so you can either deal with it, or I can put you back in your diaper.”

 

Not having to pee her pants should have made Emily feel a little more like a grown-up… Instead, as she squirmed on her duck-shaped potty, under the watchful gaze of her sister, and listened to the song playing beneath her as she slowly convinced her bladder to let go, she felt pretty infantile indeed.

 

“Such a big girl!” Natalie exclaimed, once Emily had finished, and climbed off the potty, letting her examine the contents. “Now, let’s get you back in your diaper before you have an accident.”

 

“I won’t!” Emily insisted. “I just went!”

 

That didn’t stop Natalie from taping her back up into the extra-thick diaper, fastening the onesie back up nice and snug. “Come on,” Natalie urged, after she was done. “Let’s empty out your potty, and get your teeth brushed. Go on, pick it up.” 

 

Emily didn’t want anything to do with the potty, not until she needed it again, at least. She shook her head, nose wrinkled.

 

“Emily, pick it up right now, or I’m taking it away, and you aren’t getting it back,” Natalie told her.

 

“Does that mean I could use the real toilet, then?” Emily asked, even though she doubted it would be that easy.

 

“No,” Natalie glared at her. “It means we can forget this whole potty training sham altogether.”

 

“It isn’t a sham!” Emily blushed, stomping her foot. She’d always found it cute when littles did that; did they really think it made Amazons, or anyone, take them more seriously? Now, she realized they did it because it was all they could do… It drew attention to them, when, otherwise, they were so easily ignored, showed their anger with a minimal risk of getting punished, when anything they said could be twisted against them. “You know I’m potty trained!”

 

“I would have thought so,” Natalie shrugged. “You’re really starting to make me wonder. Now pick it up.”

 

Emily gave in, grabbing the big, plastic duck with both hands. She hated always having to be the one to cave, to do as she was told… But what choice did she really have? She dutifully followed her sister into the bathroom, where, frustratingly, there was, indeed, a stepstool perched by the toilet. Natalie lifted the seat, sliding the stool in front so Emily, in her diaper, could clumsily climb it, and dump the potty out, fuming the whole time about how her sister could have let her use the toilet all along, like she’d wanted.

 

“Good girl!” Natalie praised. “You can set it down over there and I’ll clean it out for you, for next time.” Emily put the potty down, while Natalie moved the stepstool in front of the sink so Emily could climb back up and brush her teeth, still barely able to see herself in the mirror, even with the boost of the stool.

 

“Natalie, I’m really not sleepy,” Emily pouted, after being led back to the nursery, and the crib. “Can’t I just stay up a little longer?”

 

“Absolutely not,” her sister refused. “This is already past what your bedtime should be, and you’ve been a little terror all evening. I’m so glad I went for the deluxe edition of the crib.” Emily had plenty of experience picking out cribs, since she’d had to do it for her daycares, but every company had a different definition of ‘deluxe’, so even she wasn’t sure what that meant until Natalie had laid her down inside, and tugged a restraint from one corner, attached to a soft cuff.

 

“Natalie!” Emily whined, as the cuff was locked around her wrist. “You don’t have to do this! This thing is too big for me to get out of anyway!”

 

“I know,” Natalie agreed. “But, after what you did in the theater, I don’t want you getting up to anything while you’re here, alone.”

 

Emily’s wrists and ankles were strapped down, with enough slack in the restraints for her to twist and thrash a bit, though not fully turn over onto her side, away from the poster hanging over her bed, watching her, bidding her to stare at it, to remember all the things the movie had tried to teach her. She whimpered as Natalie pulled a blanket up over her, tucking her in, yet, when the other woman pushed a pacifier into her mouth, she felt herself starting to suck on it automatically, without thinking.

 

“Goodnight, Emily,” Natalie told her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

 

At least the dark would protect her from the poster, Emily told herself. Except… As Natalie left the room, she flipped on the nightlight, which was also at the foot of the crib, shining up, illuminating Naomi and Oliver, ensuring she’d be able to see them all night long as she laid there, nursing on her pacifier, her mind repeating the little ‘lessons’ from the movie, over and over, even after she squeezed her eyes shut to try and block them out.

 

Thankfully, despite the movie, and her dreams, telling her that all good littles should wake up wet, she’d distracted herself from the hypnosis well enough to keep that from happening, although she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold it off. “Natalie!” she tried to call, confused, at first, as to why the word sounded muffled, before recalling the pacifier in her mouth. It felt so natural, so right… She shuddered at the thought, struggling to make herself spit it out, glad her sister hadn’t used the bigger, sealing kind overnight.

 

“Natalie!” she tried again, positive there had to be a baby monitor in the room somewhere. “Natalie, I need my potty!”

 

It was easier, the second time, to accept her potty, and its ridiculous music, although that wasn’t exactly a comfort to Emily as she sat there and peed in front of her sister. This wasn’t what her life was supposed to be… She shouldn’t be getting used to this, she should be finding a way out of it! 

 

After another reminder of the toilet she was no longer allowed to use, as she dumped her potty out into it, Natalie had her wash her hands, then dressed her in a new dress, this one purple, and still nowhere close to long enough to cover her diaper, before taking her out to the car. “Umm, wh-where are we going?” Emily asked, nervously squirming in her car seat, afraid she knew the answer.

 

“I’m going to work,” Natalie informed her. “Even though the drug clearly works, there’s still a lot to do. You… Well, I can’t bring you with me, so…”

 

“Natalie, no!” Emily shook her head, already positive she’d been right. “You can’t!”

 

“I don’t have a choice,” Natalie shrugged. “What else can I do? I’m sure it’s a nice place, isn’t it?” Emily liked to think so, of course… She did everything she could to make it a good place to work. As for the people being cared for there… It was no worse than anywhere else, but that wasn’t saying much. “And, if it isn’t… That’s your fault, isn’t it?”

 

“Natalie, they’re gonna recognize me!” Emily whimpered. “Th-They’ll find out about your drug, and then…”

 

“Nobody is going to believe it,” Natalie shrugged. “Trust me, you’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you choose the location. There are two on my way to the lab. Which do you want?”

 

Emily squirmed in her car seat, staring up at the GPS, where the two locations were lit up. One was close by, and one of her very first locations. She’d been in there countless times, even worked there herself, before she’d gotten too busy for that… The people there definitely knew her; Natalie might be right, that nobody would believe it was her… Still, if the workers at any of her locations would, it would likely be these ones.

 

Was that good or bad? Would they want to help her out, if they knew? Or the opposite? There were probably even some clients there that had been there back when she was working there, who also could recognize her, and there was no way they’d want to give her a hand in escaping her sister’s tyranny, or even in keeping her potty privileges, such as they were… If anything, she had a feeling they’d love to see her fail.

 

Her other choice was her newest location, the one she still hadn’t made it to herself yet, despite her best efforts. The workers might have seen a picture of her at some point, perhaps might remember her name, if Natalie used her real name to check her in… Would they really believe it was her, however, when they hadn’t seen her in person before? She had a better chance of remaining anonymous there, blending in as just another little… But was that what she wanted? As much as she didn’t want people to know she’d been shrunken, diapered, turned into a little, it could be a useful ace in the hole, if there was anyone around who had reason to believe it, who she could prove herself to, if she had to. 

 

She knew the workers at the old location enough that she could probably make them understand it was her, if she thought it would help, and not make things worse… She knew almost nothing about anyone at the new location, and doubted they knew much about her. Nobody was likely to recognize her if she didn’t want them to… And they weren’t likely to believe her story, either, if she needed them to.

 

“Tick-tock, Emily,” Natalie said from the front seat. “Which one do you want me to take you to?”

 

Emily groaned, weighing the pros and cons again. Which one should she say?

 

The old location, where they might know her, and help her out… Or enjoy taking advantage of her new form?

 

Or the new one, where she’d be just another little?

 

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The Twins – Chapter 8

What was she doing?! Emily wriggled in her seat, her breathing growing quicker, more heavy, as the strap rubbed between her legs, the padding of her trainers caressing her privates. How could she have been reduced to this?! She’d been so busy lately, it had been a long time since she’d been on a date, yet, as a powerful, sexy Amazon, the world was really her oyster. She could get pretty much any guy she wanted… And now…

It was for the best, she reminded herself, cheeks turning pinker, the humiliation of the situation sinking in, making her movements slow, allowing the auditory assault of the ‘movie’ to nearly draw her back in. Would those theater employees even have cared, if she’d made some noise? There was nobody there to complain, except a bunch of babies who were all staring, slack-jawed, at the screen, occasionally answering back to the characters’ questions in unison, like a cult.

And if she had been taken outside… What would have happened to her? Would they have taken the time to find her ‘Mommy’? Or would they have handed her over to the first person who claimed to be in charge of her, so they could move on with their day? And while they were waiting… Emily shivered, remembering all the times, out in public, she’d disapproved of a little’s behavior, and thought about how, if their Mommy or Daddy wasn’t nearby to do it instead, she would have scooped them up, slid down their diaper, and spanked them then and there. She was a little now… Would they have treated her the same? Her eyes darted towards the workers, chatting quietly to one another, looking at their phones. She definitely wouldn’t have wanted to end up over any of their knees…

No! She didn’t want to think about that! She forced her mind to refocus, to recall the last date she had been on, the handsome man who’d sat across the table, their trip back to her place, and into her bed… She gasped, reaching down, tugging the strap tighter, grinding against it, utterly shameless, and desperate to do whatever it took to keep from being brainwashed, even if…

She gasped, a moan escaping her lips before she could stop it, her back arching in the chair as a wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her writhing for a few moments, face bright red in shame at how she’d been reduced to this… And how incredible it had felt. As she settled into her chair, her trainers felt a little wet, a little sticky, certainly not as pristine and spotless as they had been at the start, the way her sister expected them to be when she came to pick her up.

“What’s that?” Oliver asked Naomi, as Emily struggled to catch her breath, to recover.

“This is a book!” Naomi exclaimed, as loud and over-excited as always.

“That looks boring,” Oliver replied, taking it and flipping through it. “There aren’t even any pictures!”

“This is what grown-ups do for fun,” Naomi told him. “Isn’t it silly? This is why we shouldn’t ever grow up! Do you all want to grow up?”

Emily heard a chorus of, “No!”s echo around her, not realizing, until she closed her mouth, that she’d been a part of it. She repeated it again, shaking her head… Was she falling under the movie’s spell again already?! She just wanted to rest for a moment, but if she did, what she’d just done would have been for nothing… She hadn’t expected it to happen so quickly, for her body to be able to get over what she was wearing, what had happened to her, where she was… Apparently, it hadn’t been nearly as big of an issue physically as it was mentally.

She clamped her eyes shut, refusing to look at the screen, although the sounds were just as bad. She tried to conjure up her memories of the date again, starting to writhe in place once more. She had no idea how long it had been, how much longer the movie was… Could she really keep this up the whole time?! She had a bad feeling the answer was no…

“Emily!”

The shrunken woman groaned, squirming, eyes slowly fluttering open to see Natalie standing in front of her. “Were you really that sleepy?” she chuckled. “Or was the movie that bad?”

“I-I don’t…” Emily wiggled in her seat, shaking her head. She honestly didn’t remember when she’d dozed off… She could remember having another orgasm, thinking that she had to get back to it as soon as possible, her eyes inadvertently returning to the images on the screen… Had she fallen asleep then? She hoped that had been enough to keep her safe, that it couldn’t have done anything to her if she wasn’t awake while she was watching it, that the fuzziness in her head was from being woken up, and not anything else…

“Come on,” Natalie said gently, lifting her down and taking her hand, leading her down the aisle. “We have to get out of here so they can clean up, and get ready for the next showing.”

Indeed, there was a worker standing at the end of the aisle, broom in hand, looking annoyed, and bored. “So sorry,” Natalie told him. “We’ll get out of your way.”

“Have a nice night,” he responded automatically, as if he’d said it a thousand times before. Emily blushed, feeling him watch her toddle away, wondering if he’d seen what she’d been doing, if he was going to stop Natalie and tattle on her…

“Hi, there!” another worker greeted them at the door, this one less bored by her job, or, at the very least, more practiced at hiding it. “DId you have fun, cutie?”

Again, Emily worried she knew the truth, and that was why she was asking. She had no idea how to reply, although she very nearly blurted out a strangely enthusiastic, “Yeah!” before she could stop herself, baffling her as to where that had come from.

“Here,” the worker said, handing her a rolled up mini-poster. “This is a special gift from Naomi and Oliver, to thank you for coming to see their movie!”

Emily’s nose wrinkled, backing away as the thing was thrust at her. “O-Oh, I don’t…” she nibbled her bottom lip nervously.

“It’s free!” the worker told her, kneeling down a little. “They sent them here, so all of their little fans would have something to remember this by. You wouldn’t want them to be sad you didn’t want it, do you?”

Emily went over some rather rude answers to that query in her mind, which made her feel more confident that she hadn’t been brainwashed after all, though, before she was able to decide it if was worth risking Natalie’s wrath by spouting out any of them, her sister spoke up. “Come on, Emily, just take it,” she sighed. “And tell her thank you. We need to get you home and in bed… And don’t try to pretend you aren’t sleepy, you were totally zonked out a minute ago.”

“Thank you,” Emily complied, reaching up and grabbing the poster, rather than risking an argument there, in front of this stranger. She had every intention of tossing it into the trash as she walked by, not wanting to remember this experience ever again, if she could avoid it, yet her hand clasped tighter around it instead.

She didn’t have time to wonder what that meant; Natalie stopped right past the theater door, in the midst of the people streaming past, to and from the other screens, to kneel down, lifting up Emily’s skirt and sliding a hand down her tights. “Let’s see how you did,” she said.

Emily fidgeted, blushing as she watched her sister’s hand move downwards, towards the crotch of her training panties, feeling the stickiness there, still very obvious to her. Her brain raced for a way to distract her sister, to keep her from finding out, but she was too slow. Horrified, she felt Natalie give the trainers a pat, frown, then slip a finger past the legband.

“Emily!” Her tone made it clear she knew the truth, that there was no talking her way out of this. “What did you do, you dirty little girl? And in the middle of a theater?!”

“I-I was… I-I didn’t…” Emily stammered nervously. This was the part she’d known was coming, that she’d planned to deal with when the time came… Now that it had, however, she had nothing.

“Honestly!” Natalie shook her head. “I don’t know what to do with you, young lady!”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Emily shook her head. “You know I’m an adult… I-I have urges, and…”

“And you should have enough self-control not to give in to them in public!” Natalie wrinkled her nose. “I can’t believe you!”

She scooped Emily up, carrying the tiny woman on her hip into the bathroom. Emily started to squirm as soon as she saw their destination, whimpering and whining. “B-But I didn’t use them!” she insisted, which was technically true, at least in the way Natalie had been thinking, when laying out the rules.

That didn’t stop Natalie from laying her down on the changing table, however, or strapping her down, pinning her in place. There was almost definitely only one thing in Natalie’s purse that Emily could be changed into… It was the only thing she needed, since any accident meant Emily would lose her trainers for good. “Please!” she sniffled, wiggling her legs, hardly even slowing the pace at which Natalie was able to pull down the tights.

“Is this it?” Natalie teased, patting the front of the training panties. Emily glanced down, confused, having totally forgotten Naomi and Oliver were there, on the front of the garment. Seeing them again gave her a weird feeling in the pit of her tummy, one she attributed mostly to her newfound knowledge of what the show really was. “Were you so excited to be seeing them on the big screen, after getting to wear them on your trainers, that you couldn’t help yourself?”

“No!” Emily squealed, and, while it applied to her sister’s question, and might have been interpreted as such by Natalie, it was actually in response to the sight of the diaper, emerging from the purse. She remembered every meeting, every decision she’d made about how big and bulky she wanted them how she wanted the waistband to look, what design to put on them… She was intimately familiar with the things, had made them to appeal both to the infantile littles who deserved to be in them, and who she knew liked childish things, no matter how much they protested, and their caretakers, who wanted their charges to look as completely babyish and helpless as possible.

Never in a million years had she imagined this, that she was going to be put into one. She’d felt the insides, judging what was the softest to her hand, squeezed padding until she found the one that seemed the most comfortable, yet would still give a nice waddle… Being on the other end, however, her bottom sinking down into it, her thighs moving apart as it was tugged up between them, was nothing like she’d envisioned on her tests.

“Natalie, please!” she sniffled. “I-I didn’t have an accident! Y-You can’t!”

“I can,” Natalie countered. “I’m the one in charge, little lady… One day, maybe, you’ll get that through your thick skull.”

“Y-You are,” Emily nodded, wincing as she watched her sister open up the first tape, fully aware that, once it had been placed, she didn’t have the strength to move it, to get out of this thing without help. “I-I know, I do! B-But… Please… Natalie, I don’t…” She groaned, watching Natalie push the first tape down, sealing it in place, and move to the other side. She tugged it up snugly, getting it in place perfectly around Emily, preparing to give her the full experience, her first real test of what her diapers were actually like. “Natalie, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again! I-I don’t wanna wear diapers!”

She paused a moment, long enough for Emily to hope her words had worked, then fastened the second, and final, tape. Once she did, however, she did take the time to wipe away her sister’s tears, to coo gently at her to try and calm her down.

“It’s okay,” she promised. “You’re going to be all right, Emily.”

“Th-This isn’t fair!” Emily sniffled. “I-It doesn’t count!”

“If I say it counts, it counts,” Natalie told her. “But… I didn’t mention it, did I? I mean, I didn’t expect to have to, not until, maybe, tonight, but I didn’t say, specifically, that I didn’t want you masturbating in your training panties.”

Emily blushed, looking around the bathroom, hoping nobody had heard that. Most of the rest of their conversation would pass for a normal conversation between a Mommy and a little; that part wasn’t quite as common, and marked her as a particularly naughty one.

“Hopefully these will keep you from getting into any more… trouble,” Natalie continued. “To be fair, I won’t count that as you having an accident, and losing your trainers for good.”

“O-Okay,” Emily nodded, calming down some, a bit of hope returning. “S-So, when I go home, you’ll…”

“No,” Natalie shook her head. “I’m not going to make you use these, Emily, but you’re not getting your training panties back until I know I can trust you again. You’re going to be wearing your diapers… You still have the same rules, though. You can come to me, or whoever’s looking after you, and ask them to take you to the bathroom. If you don’t make it in time, or don’t ask before you have an accident, then you lose all potty privileges. Do you understand?”

She did… She didn’t like it, but she did. This was, maybe, a hair better than it could have been… She could tell, even before Natalie struggled to get the tights over them, and lifted her down to the floor, that walking was going to be a struggle, that, if she had an emergency urge, it would be hard to get to the bathroom on her own… And, even if she did, with the tapes on these things, there was no way she could get them off without assistance.

“She’s already in diapers,” she’d told workers more than once, when a little in the same situation came toddling up to them, begging to be taken to the potty, “she’ll be all right. We have other things to take care of.” Once they were in diapers, it was silly to pretend they didn’t need them, didn’t belong in them… They were creating extra work for everyone, so it was better to just make them use their diapers, to accept the truth about themselves.

“Do you understand, Emily?” Natalie repeated.

“Y-Yes, Mommy,” she nodded, not noticing, or thinking twice about, what she’d said.

“Good girl,” Natalie said. “I’m going to be keeping a very close eye on you, little lady, and if I ever catch you doing that again, you’ll be sorry.”

She already was; she knew she’d probably made the right choice, that the movie likely would have been far more damaging if she had been paying attention, yet, toddling out to Natalie’s car, her massive diapers on full display under her dress, she couldn’t help but feel as though she’d lost. They drove to Natalie’s home in silence, Emily too embarrassed and exhausted to protest as she was taken to her new room, one that had been meticulously set up as a nursery while they’d been out.

Natalie put her in a onesie for the night, but, before tucking her in, remembered the poster. “Why don’t we take a look at this?” she asked. “They were nice enough to give it to you.”

It was, of course, Naomi and Oliver, waving cheerfully. As soon as Emily saw them, her stomach began to twist, her eyes glazing over slightly. SHe could hardly keep her eyes off it, and, when Natalie asked, “Do you think we should hang it up?” she couldn’t help letting out an enthusiastic, “Yeah!”

“It looks about the same size as this,” Natalie said, taking down a framed picture of sleeping, baby animals, hung in front of the crib to look down on its occupant while they slept. Sure enough, she was able to slide the poster into place, hanging the frame again, allowing the monsters to watch her instead, their very presence making her feel smaller, more childlike. She could only imagine how much worse it would have been if she’d seen the entire movie.

One of the things Natalie had bought at the store was a yellow, plastic potty in the shape of a duck, which she pulled out, setting right in front of Emily, still staring at the poster, a tiny stream of drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “All right, Emily,” Natalie told her. “You’re about to get tucked in for the night, so this is your last chance until morning. Do you want to try to use the potty?”

Emily blushed, glancing over at the poster. She knew Naomi and Oliver wouldn’t like that… They wanted her to be happy in her diapers… Natalie probably didn’t really want it, either. Mommies wanted their babies to be happy, too…

She shook her head; what was she saying?! There was no way she was going to make it through the night without an accident if she didn’t use the potty now! It didn’t matter what Natalie wanted, and it especially didn’t matter what some stupid cartoon characters wanted… She was an adult, and she wasn’t about to give up her last scrap of maturity so easily! Although… Was it really that much more mature, sitting there on a potty chair, in the middle of a nursery? Surely, she could still use the real toilet… After everything she’d been through, that would make her feel a little more like a grown-up…

She nibbled her lip, glancing at the poster for a split second, at Natalie, at the potty chair. Should she…

Use the potty, and accept that was the best she could do?

Demand the toilet, like the big girl she knows she is?

Or give in to what everyone else wants, and use neither?

 

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The Twins – Chapter 7

In the end, her desire to stay hidden, at least for now – she knew it couldn’t last forever – won out, and she mumbled, “The theater, I guess,” still not happy with the choice, but feeling certain it was the right thing to do.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Natalie teased. “You don’t want to make new friends? You’re going to be a very lonely little girl with that attitude.”

“I don’t wanna be friends with a bunch of stupid babies,” Emily grumbled, tugging at the far too short hem of her yellow dress, well aware she looked like she was one of them at the moment.

“My, my,” Natalie shook her head. “Someone needs an attitude adjustment, doesn’t she? I hope this movie cheers you up, or we might have to take some drastic measures. Nobody likes a grumpy baby.”

Emily gulped, feeling a shiver run down her spine. What did Natalie mean by that?! It could be anything… A spanking, a time-out, a mouth-soaping… Or even something more positive, like a trip to the ice cream parlor, which would still be embarrassing, sure, but definitely better than the other alternative that came to mine. All she really wanted to do was go home, to her own place, put on her own clothes, which did not include diapers, or training panties, or anything close to them, and climb into her bed to try and forget about this nightmare.

That wasn’t exactly an option at the moment, however. Even if she could get away from Natalie here, she couldn’t get out the doors of this store, and, if she somehow snuck past while someone bigger left, she’d have to pray some little had left their car nearby for her to steal, since her legs were too short to reach the pedals on a non-modified vehicle, or that she’d be able to go unnoticed until she stumbled across one. It was very unlikely a little would be shopping here, at least on their own, and, probably, they’d want to stay as far away as possible so they weren’t mistaken as a runaway model, so she’d have a long trek, and no guarantee of safety. She could easily wind up in a way worse situation if anything went wrong.

And when she got home, what would she do? She didn’t have her keys, and she didn’t have any spares hidden outside, since she was confident she wasn’t forgetful enough to leave her home without them. Her neighbors ought to recognize her – other than her size, and clothes, she looked the same as always – but would they look hard enough to notice before calling the police on whoever was trying to break in? Would they believe it could be her, no matter how identical she was to her old self?

Assuming she somehow got in without being noticed and dragged away to jail to be rushed through a trial and put in an orphanage, or getting adopted by a well-meaning neighbor who thought she was some poor little that had wound up in a life of crime and needed to be shown how to be a good girl again, would she be able to get up into her nice, comfy bed by herself? There definitely weren’t any clothes there to fit her… Sleeping naked wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but what would happen when she had to get up and use the bathroom? She didn’t have any stools to help her climb up onto her extra-tall toilet…

She hadn’t had any littles over since moving into her new house; why would she? By the time she’d bought it, she had her daycares to take care of them in… No need to have them run around her actual home with their sticky – literally, although she’d heard plenty of stories about how much they liked to shoplift small items, too – fingers and leaky bladders… There were some Amazons who bought furniture that was more medium-sized, to better accommodate people shorter than them who visited… Others, like her, went with what was most comfortable for them, and if it was too large for anyone else, then too bad. She’d never dreamed it could so thoroughly backfire on her.

So, when Natalie asked, “Are you going to be a good baby?”, even though Emily despised agreeing, and making it sound like she thought she was a baby, she nodded. “Say it,” Natalie ordered.

Emily sighed, wanting to glare up at her sister defiantly, but finding herself glancing down at her Mary Janes bashfully instead, her sense of rebellion quelled for the moment, after everything that had happened that evening. “I’ll be a good baby,” she mumbled.

“I doubt it,” Natalie smirked, kneeling down in front of her, “but we’ll see.” Before Emily could say anything else, she popped the pacifier back in, twisting it, letting it inflate, silencing the smaller woman, keeping her from being able to protest as she produced another thing she’d kept with her from her many purchases. “Come on,” Natalie smiled, looping the pink reins over Emily’s shoulders, tightening them, snapping and locking them in place, “You know this is for the best. I have to look after you now, and I can’t do that if I’m worried about you running off.”

Once the reins were in place, pulling the dress up even higher, thanks to Natalie’s efforts to ensure Emily wouldn’t be able to squirm out of them, she might as well have been wearing a shirt instead. Natalie gave the leash a tug, urging Emily to keep up, to follow her outside the bathroom, out where anyone could see her in her ridiculous new outfit.

There was no choice in the matter; she could walk, or she could be dragged. She doubted Natalie would care, or really notice, either way, at least until they got out to the parking lot, where Emily could hurt herself if she put up too much of a fight and fell on the asphalt. Here, in the store, the linoleum floor wasn’t likely to do anything other than startle her if she took a tumble.

Reluctantly, Emily toddled along after Natalie, keeping as much distance as the leash allowed at first… Then, she noticed how much attention she was getting. The seat on the cart had kept her from seeing what her sister was buying, but it also protected her from the gaze of any casual passer-by… Now, she could feel all of them staring at her, heard a few stray, “Aww”s aimed in her direction.

It was quite unsettling. She felt like they would all have happily snatched the leash away from Natalie, and kept her as their own, if they could. If they really wanted to, they could cut the reins, pick her up, run away with her, off to some place Natalie would never find them, and nobody would ever believe her story about who she really was – until, maybe, Natalie got the drug approved, and they realized what she’d been babbling about all that time truly was possible, though, from what Natalie had told her, that would take a while. She wouldn’t even be able to call out for help, with the pacifier in her mouth…

She hurried to catch up, to walk a little closer, desperately missing the authoritative click of her normal heels against the floor. The flat Mary Janes weren’t nearly the same, especially since the crinkle of her trainers was drowning out any noise they might make.

Things didn’t get any better once they reached the theater. This movie was apparently more popular than she’d realized, the lobby full of littles, most very obviously diapered, with their caretakers, arguing over which snacks to get, or that they were allowed to have. The theater might be dark, Emily thought, squirming and tugging at her dress again, but private wasn’t going to be the right word for it.

“Two for the Naomi and Oliver movie,” Natalie told the woman selling tickets.

“Oh, are you sure about that?” the woman asked, glancing down at Emily, giving her a smile and a wave before returning her attention to Natalie. “Trust me, you don’t want to see this… It’s just right for those silly little things, but anyone bigger than them will be bored to tears.”

“Well, I can’t just leave her in there on her own,” Natalie said. “She’s far too small for that.”

“I can see that,” the woman chuckled. “Don’t worry, though, we don’t just let them fend for themselves, we’ll have ushers there to keep an eye on them. And we have several more mature movies that run at the same time, for the grown-ups.”

Emily mumbled desperately behind her pacifier; she was sure Natalie knew she was trying to tell her she would rather see one of those. Instead, her sister interpreted the sounds to the worker as, “She is just so excited! I suppose I don’t want to ruin her fun by getting fed up with her little movie…”

“No, you wouldn’t,” the other woman agreed. “And believe me, you would.”

Emily groaned, knowing if the movie was painful for adults, she’d hate it… After all, no matter how she looked, she was still an adult. That didn’t stop Natalie from buying her a ticket, however, or from taking her to the refreshments and buying her a souvenir bottle emblazoned with those annoying Naomi and Oliver characters, filling it with nice, old apple juice from the machine.

She debated on the snacks a little longer. “I know we just ate,” Natalie said, clearly to herself, since she hadn’t removed the pacifier, “but you might get hungry during the movie… And it can be nice to have something to munch on.”

Emily wasn’t particularly hungry, though she agreed with the sentiment; if nothing else, she’d have something to do other than watch the screen if she had food. “You definitely don’t need candy,” Natalie continued, surveying the choices. Emily tugged at the leash, pointing at the bags of popcorn, the obvious choice, yet obviously the best one there. “What? Oh, no, sweetie, I don’t think so…”

Emily grumbled, stomping her foot – thankfully, Natalie was already back to looking at the snacks by then – as her sister instead started to debate which of the others would be right for her. There were tubes of yogurt, puffed rice, little refrigerated bowls of applesauce and other mashed veggies that might as well have been baby food, but, in the end, she settled on Cheerios.

Emily had harbored a faint hope that she’d be able to get away here… That, once Natalie had left, she could hop out of her seat, avoid the ushers, who were probably bored teenagers who couldn’t care less anyway, and sneak out the exit behind the screen. She’d have the same issues she would have at the store – though more time to work through them, without Natalie on her trail, since she wouldn’t know she was gone until the movie was over – but her chances of finding a car she could drive here were definitely better, and she could worry about the rest later, after she discovered if she really did know how to hotwire one from seeing it done in movies. She, of all people, should have known it wouldn’t be as easy as that, however.

As they walked into the theater, it was obvious the workers had expected their tactic to keep grown-ups away would work… Most theaters had at least a few child seats sprinkled throughout, with the option for parents to request an insert that fit over a normal-sized chair if they ran out of those. This theater was the opposite… A couple regular seats, all unoccupied at the moment, and a sea of ones for littles, a lot of which were already filled. Emily had seen this set-up a few times, when she’d brought the kids from daycare on a field trip, as a special treat.

Natalie found the seat she’d bought for Emily – right in the middle – and lifted her up into it, pulling the strap on it tight around her waist, clicking it into place before grabbing another that went between Emily’s legs, ensuring she couldn’t slide down. Finally, she swung the chair’s tray into place and locked it down, securing it with a tiny key the woman at the box office had given her. Only Natalie and the ushers, in case of emergency, had one, to prevent some crazy person from wandering in and taking a little that didn’t belong to them… Or the littles from getting up and leaving on their own.

Emily felt like she was back in a high chair, only not quite as tall. Her feet didn’t come anywhere close to reaching the floor, and probably wouldn’t have even without the extra boost of the child’s seat, to get her high enough to see the screen. The tray was big and plastic, to make it easier to clean, and Natalie set the bottle and cereal down on it, within Emily’s reach, opening the box of Cheerios to make it easier for her sister to get to them.

“Natalie, please, I don’t wanna watch this!” Emily blurted out as soon as Natalie removed the pacifier, putting it on the tray as well. “I wanna see your movie!”

“My movie is for big girls… And you aren’t a big girl, are you?” Natalie didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ll come back and get you once it’s over. Be a good girl for the ushers.”

Before Emily could say anything more, Natalie was gone, leaving her all alone, in that sea of babies. Emily whimpered, squirming in her seat, blushing as she felt the strap between her legs rub against her trainers, pressing the padding up against her privates in a way that, to her chagrin, was not entirely unpleasurable.

“Ew,” she said out loud, wrinkling her nose, hating that she could even have that thought.

Even that was embarrassing, making her blush again, realizing she’d spoken out loud. She wanted to be still, and silent, at least until the lights went down, to keep anyone from seeing her. She’d chosen to come here to keep anyone from recognizing her, but there was a good chance any of these babies could be enrolled in her daycares… She didn’t want to give them a reason to so much as glimpse in her direction.

Unfortunately, once the movie started, the lights didn’t fade out, to give her some privacy. They dimmed, ever so slightly, then stopped. “Hi, everyone!” Naomi exclaimed from the screen, waving. “Are you excited?”

A chorus of “Yay!”s erupted around Emily, making her feel even more uncomfortable to be there, in the middle of them all.

“Are there any Mommies and Daddies still here?” Oliver asked, hopping onto the screen beside his friend. “If there are, this is the time to put on your special glasses! This movie is for good little boys and girls only!”

As far as Emily could see, there are no adults there – other than her, of course – but she could see the ushers, teenagers, as she’d suspected, huddled up by the exit, pull some dark glasses out of their pockets, putting them on. The sight made her stomach twist, made her wonder why that was necessary, what was going on…

“All done? Great!” Oliver declared. “Then it’s time to start!”

The screen exploded in color, so bright and vibrant Emily couldn’t help glancing up at it, feeling her eyes widen, trying to take it all in. She felt disoriented, like she was falling into the colors, even as she felt the restraints around her, holding her in place, unable to look away.

Something was wrong. She tried to shake her head, feeling her mouth fall open, a line of drool already starting to make its way down her cheek. Her tummy continued to squirm and thrash inside her, the bad feeling that had come when she’d seen the glasses only amplifying now, as she could practically feel her mind emptying itself, turning fuzzy.

The kids at the daycare loved this show, and, while she couldn’t bare to watch it herself, she did, too, if only because they were always so well-behaved afterwards, always wanting to be such good little girls and boys… She’d always assumed they saw themselves in the characters, that they wanted to emulate them, since littles, like all kids, loved to play pretend… But what if there was more to it than that?

Part of her thought it couldn’t possibly be hypnosis, that the makers of the show couldn’t have gotten away with that for so long, that it wouldn’t be working on her if it was, since her mind was too sharp, too mature, too grown-up, to fall for that… And yet, as the show’s theme song started up, and she heard the rest of the theater begin to sing along, her own mouth began to move with the words, too, words she’d heard only in passing, in the distance, when the show was on…

She wriggled in her seat, cheeks blazing as the strap rubbed against her again, distracting her from the song for a moment, long enough to realize she needed to get out of here… Who knew what sitting through this whole movie would do to her?! But how could she do that?! She rattled the tray, which refused to budge; Natalie had the key.

Natalie, and the ushers… She glanced over at them. They were chatting quietly to each other, not paying attention to her, or the screen. Perhaps, if she could find some way to make enough noise, they’d let her out, if only to keep her from bothering the other kids. Natalie wouldn’t be happy about that when her movie was over – if they didn’t go fetch her out of it right away, which might be even worse – but it could be worth it…

Of course, there was another option… She squirmed, feeling the strap between her legs again, helping clear her brain for a brief second. If she could keep that up, it would give her something else to concentrate on… But she could already feel herself getting wet down there… She didn’t want to have an orgasm here, in her training panties, especially when Natalie would almost definitely find out about it… The thought of that made her whole body turn red, made her remember all those little girls she’d caught, humping their stuffed animals, and lectured about how that was something for big girls, not them… It was better than giving in and letting this movie have her mind, though, wasn’t it?

Then again… She felt her eyes drifting back towards the screen, towards those two awful characters, who looked so much cuter and more appealing now, who she found herself laughing along with, wanting to do whatever they told her… She shook her head, whimpering, having so much difficulty recalling there were other things she could do, and why she should, fighting to make a decision… Should she…

Give in, and watch the movie like a good little girl?

Make a fuss, and hope she got taken outside, like a naughty girl?

Or distract herself like a very naughty girl?

 

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No Boys Allowed

Lucy smiled in satisfaction as she snuck into Samantha’s room, carrying the bottle, glad to see the girl was still fast asleep. Sammi had always been a heavy sleeper, although Lucy was shocked it went this far… Then again, she had also taken her out to the bar the night before, kept ordering drink after drink for her, while carefully nursing the same one herself all night, so she’d be sober enough to do what needed to be done once they were back home.

She really did look adorable, all curled up in her crib, ribbons in her hair, pacifier in her mouth, purple onesie snapped around her petite frame, bulging out at the waist with a diaper Lucy could see the legbands of, just barely peeking out from the wide crotch. No man deserved anything this sweet and pure… Lucy had brought several women here, since she’d moved into this house and built the nursery, but none had fit in so seamlessly, like they’d been born to be there.

It was all Sammi’s fault, too. If the silly girl had only been honest with her… Lucy could see why she hadn’t; the room she was renting, and her house in general, was quite nice, and she was charging far less than the space was worth. Her only stipulation was that she wanted the room to go to another lesbian. She didn’t have any nefarious plans, at least at first… She simply wanted to share the space with someone like her.

Samantha had been so nervous when she came in for the tour, and the interview. “W-Well, I might be bi,” she’d said. “I did have a boyfriend in high school, although we never went beyond kissing and holding hands…”

“Then he doesn’t count,” Lucy had told her, already knowing this was the girl she wanted living with her.

The next boy Sammi brought over shouldn’t have, really, either. Sammi had just come off of her first real, serious relationship, which was with another woman. There was something about it that rubbed Lucy the wrong way, however… Maybe it was the way Sammi was sneaking around, not telling her, or perhaps Lucy was jealous, hoping the girl would turn to her for comfort.

Whatever it was, seeing the boy sneak out of her house and drive off had made Lucy’s blood boil, and, the next night, when she took Sammi out to the bar, loosened her up with some drinks, and asked her how things were going on the dating scene, the girl had the gall to lie to her face and say she was still looking, as if Lucy hadn’t seen the satisfied look on her face that morning, hadn’t noticed her washing her sheets bright and early.

‘Might be’ bi… Lucy shook her head, grip tightening around the bottle. She either knew that she was, or she’d been completely lying, and that last relationship had been with a guy, too, and she wasn’t really interested in women at all. There were, of course, other possibilities, yet, in the moment, those were the only ones that came to Lucy’s mind.

“Good morning, Sammi,” Lucy cooed, watching the girl squirm, listening the to soft crinkle of her diaper, and the plastic sheet on her crib. “Come on, it’s time to get up. I brought you your morning snack.”

She reached through the bars, softly removing the pacifier, replacing it with the bottle. Drowsily, Samantha continued to suck, while Lucy watched, grinning, seeing the girl’s face growing slightly more awake, more confused, more adorable. She really was perfect for this… And now, it was up to Lucy to prove it to her.