From Ivy League to Mommy’s Knee

“You don’t think that’s kind of creepy?” Cassidy asked skeptically.

“It’s not about you being a child,” Gabriel explained calmly, somehow managing to not sound like he’d been rehearsing this for months – although, she suspected, he had, since that was when he’d first brought it up – while still easily countering every one of her questions and concerns. “It’s about the fact that you aren’t.”

“But I still have to act like one,” Cassi said. “I don’t know…” She was an adult, after all, a college graduate, and not from some rinky-dink little community college, either… She’d worked hard to get into an Ivy League school, and she’d graduated pretty close to the top of her class. Pretending to be some helpless little girl, even for her boyfriend, who had done the same, just with much worse grades, did not feel right, somehow.

“You don’t have to,” Gabriel told her. “I don’t want to force you to do anything…”

And, to his credit, he hadn’t, despite how much he obviously wanted this. She had to give him credit for doing something to try to keep their sex life alive… It hadn’t been the same since they’d graduated. It turned out their grades hadn’t mattered as much as she’d thought, and, with his engineering degree, he’d had no issues finding a job. She’d studied art history, because it was what interested her, and assumed the name of the school itself, and how well she’d done in all her classes, would be enough to get her a job wherever she wanted. So far, that hadn’t happened.

“No,” Cassidy sighed. “I can give it a shot…” She didn’t necessarily owe him anything for being the one to pay all the bills, currently; they were in a relationship, after all, and she knew she’d help out as soon as she could. At the very least, maybe this would get him to shut up about it.

“Really?” his eyes lit up. “In that case, you can give it a shot…”

It took Cassi a moment, and, almost immediately, she regretted the decision. “I can give it a shot… Daddy.” She wrinkled her nose, the word sounding weird, directed towards him.

“What a good girl you are!” he grabbed her, scooping her onto his lap. “Now, sweetie, what do you want to do today?” Cassidy had no idea what he wanted, what he had in mind, so she shrugged. “I was thinking maybe we could go to the zoo! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

It didn’t sound bad, actually… They hadn’t been there in a while, and it was a nice day. If that was all this was going to be, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad… Of course, it wasn’t that simple. “You’ve been playing dress-up long enough,” he told her, indicating her outfit. “Let’s go find you something more appropriate to wear.”

‘More appropriate’, apparently, meant a flowery little sundress she hadn’t worn in years. Gabriel insisted on helping her get changed, and, when he’d gotten her out of the pants she had been wearing, he stopped. “These won’t do at all,” he shook her head, hooking his finger around the waistband of her skimpy underwear. “Do you have anything else you can wear?”

“Come on,” she rolled her eyes. “Nobody’s going to see those!”

“You’ll know,” he said. “Let’s get you dressed, then you can look for something better, okay?”

Cassi almost put her foot down… But he’d been so patient, waiting for her to agree to this, and changing her undies wasn’t that big of a deal… She sighed, sifting through her underwear drawer to try to find something that would be childish enough for him, finally finding an old pair, pink with a wide band of lace. “How about these?”

“They look all right to me,” he nodded. When she started to slip her old underwear off, however, he stopped her. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do you think, Gabe?” she forgot herself for a moment. “I thought you wanted me in something ‘more appropriate’!”

“I do,” he agreed. “But you haven’t asked for permission to wear those.”

“They’re my underwear!” she huffed, feeling frustrated, until reminding herself it was a game. “Fine… May I please wear these?” She let out a little yelp as he gave her a playful smack on the bottom.

“I think you’re forgetting, young lady,” he warned. “You are to call me Daddy.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes. “May I wear these, Daddy?”

“That’s better,” he said, taking the underwear from her, turning them over in his hands, examining them, before, at last, he handed them back. “You may wear these panties,” she groaned at the last word, knowing he was aware of how much she disliked it, “but if you address me incorrectly again, you’re going over my lap, and they’ll be coming down.”

Was he really threatening to spank her? Her cheeks flushed, imagining it… But, of course, he’d never really do that. “You promise?” she teased, wiggling her backside as she slid her old panties down.

“I do,” he smiled. “I certainly do…”

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 3

Natalie groaned, realizing what she had to do, what Emily was making her sink to, just to be able to reason with her… Or try, at any rate. It was hard to tell if it would work or not, which made it all the more humiliating, having to subject herself to this anyway, but it didn’t matter; if she wasn’t willing to take the plunge, she would have no chance at all.

She closed her eyes, teeth trying to bite down, only to be stopped by the oversized nipple in her mouth. Frustrated, she attempted to push it aside, to get it out of her way, though, with the locked shield holding it in place, all that happened was her tongue travelling over it, coating it with more saliva, making it wetter, harder to avoid unconsciously sucking on, as much as she wanted to avoid exactly that.

“Being stubborn, huh?” Emily asked. “That’s okay… I’m sure you’ll have a blast at daycare!”

Natalie shook her head desperately, trying her best to squeak out, “No!” She attempted to ignore the pacifier, and the sound of the parking lot just beyond the car, pretending she was sitting on a toilet instead. Her imagination was shattered as soon as the illusion worked, and she could feel that first squirt of urine go not into the toilet bowl, but the garment around her waist.

She whimpered, blushed. The padding soaked it up thirstily, almost as if it had never happened, although, if she shifted her weight exactly the right way, there was definitely a squishiness beneath her that hadn’t been there before, irrefutable proof of what she’d done to herself… She opened her eyes, glancing down, not seeing any discoloration, any hint from the outside… But, of course it was already too late anyway. Now that it had begun, there was no going back, no erasing it; if Emily opened up her diaper, she’d find the evidence there, waiting for her.

In a way, that bolstered her resolve. If that was inevitable, then there was no point holding back… She might as well go all the way, and get something out of it, rather than being mortified about what she’d done, and keeping it a secret as long as possible for no real reason. It didn’t help that she could see a grin forming on her sister’s face, below a glint of recognition in her eyes, likely thanks to all the time she’d spent at her daycares.

She already knew… Whether she could see it in the diaper or not, there really was no hiding it from a professional like Emily. Nat should have known better. “Uh-oh,” she cooed. “What are you up to, Natty?”

Natalie closed her eyes again, blocking out the smug look on her sister’s face. Surely, she’d known all along, seeing the scientist squirming around like she had been… And she absolutely did now. It was far harder, convincing her bladder to relax, to let go, knowing that, knowing she had an audience that was fully aware of what was going on, her fantasy of being on the toilet spoiled by the idea that there was no door on her stall, and the door to the bathroom itself was propped open, her shrunken body too weak to push the sign aside…

Of course, that’s what it had always been like, wasn’t it? She could feel the cool, evening air on her face, her genius mind refusing to slow down, to let her act like she wasn’t in a parking lot, where anyone could walk by and see her here, struggling to pee her pants. Emily’s now much larger form could be useful, could block the doorframe so that she wasn’t putting on a show for the whole world… Surely, if there was anybody nearby, however, they’d wonder what was going on, and take a peek as they strolled past, where they might catch a glimpse of her…

She could feel her mouth moving anxiously, wanting to nibble at her lip from the stress, and unable to follow through on it, her teeth unable to meet in the middle, to pinch anything smaller than the pacifier’s bulb between themselves. Gnashing them the way she was wasn’t all bad, though, feeling the silicone compressing and growing as she bit down on it instead.

It was biting, she told herself, not sucking… It was okay. Of course, it probably looked the same from the outside; she wasn’t thinking about the outside now. That was where Emily was, and the rest of her potential spectators. She sighed, fighting to will back the image of a toilet, of being the adult she knew she was, on a normal trip to the bathroom…

This time, when the trickle started, she refused to let it stop. She was ready for it, to some degree, had experienced it for a split second, at least. She focused on it, not allowing her bladder to slow down, even as she felt the warm, wet liquid slowly spreading around her bottom, soaking into her padding, the stream picking up speed the longer it went, to the point where she suspected she couldn’t have ended it prematurely, even if she wanted to.

This was it, she thought, stomach churning, nibbling nervously on her pacifier. There was no denying it now, if she ever really could have… She was wetting her diaper. She shifted on the car seat, thighs rubbing against one another, the soggy padding squelching between them. It had to be obvious from the outside now, too, she thought… It felt so much bulkier, so much heavier, from where it had absorbed her urine, where it continued to do so…

It was absolutely mortifying. There was no escaping it, no pretending she hadn’t done it, or that it was some little accident. She was absolutely soaking her pants, and her pants were retaliating by refusing to let her escape the evidence. She blushed as she opened her eyes, a tear trickling down her cheek, not having realized she was crying, while also hardly being surprised by it.

“Oh, no!” Emily mocked. “What’s wrong, Nat? Why are you so upset? What happened?”

Natalie glared at her, pouting, hands smacking against the seat of the car underneath her helplessly, wanting to tell Emily that she knew she was already well aware of the answer, that she wasn’t fooling anybody, but, thanks to the paci, she couldn’t say anything at all. She looked down at herself, saw the padding of her diaper, starting to bunch up, slightly discolored, obviously used, yet ready for far more before she absolutely needed a change. Anyone that saw her, however, would know that this diaper wasn’t just for show…

“Oh, I see,” Emily nodded, and, for a moment, Natalie thought she was going to take mercy on her; she should have known better. Instead, her sister twisted the ring on the pacifier, unlocking it, plucking it out of Natalie’s mouth. Nat’s cheeks glowed as she saw how wet it was, as Emily let it dangle from her finger, certainly looking like it had come from someone who had been genuinely sucking on it.

“I-I’m sorry, Emily!” Natalie exploded. “Pl-Please, I swear, I-I’ll do whatever you want… J-Just don’t make me go to d-daycare!”

“Aww, you poor thing,” Emily shook her head, clicking her tongue and staring down at her sister. “But that’s now what I asked, is it, dummy? What happened?”

Nat flinched, the insult hurting so much more coming from her sister, the person she’d always considered herself smarter than. Sitting here like this, shrunken down by her own drug, in a wet diaper, it was hard not to feel a bit dumb, but that didn’t mean Emily had to say it!

“Come on, Natty,” Emily knelt down, getting onto her eye level. “Tell me… What did you do that’s made you so upset?”

“You know!” Natalie whined, kicking her feet, thumping her hands on the seat again. “Why are you making me say it?!”

“Because I want you to,” Emily shrugged. “And you’re going to do what I want you to, aren’t you?”

She shouldn’t… She should be doing whatever it took to keep her sister from using this incredible breakthrough in the wrong way, purely to help her make more of a profit… But she’d already come this far, so she knew the answer was, “Y-Yeah…”

“Then tell me,” Emily ordered. “What did you do to yourself, Nat?”

Natalie stared down at her bare, still-swinging legs. “I-I…” she gulped, trying not to see her swollen, sodden diaper, too, although it was so big and bulky, it was hard to look at her feet and not it at the same time. “I-I w-wet my d-di… M-My pants.”

“Your what?” Emily turned her ear slightly more towards her sister. “I think I misheard you… I almost thought you said pants, but that couldn’t be, could it? You’re not wearing pants… What are you wearing, Natty?”

“Emily!” Natalie whimpered. Why was she making this so hard for her?! Of course, if the roles had been reversed… Well, Natalie wasn’t sure if she’d have done the same or not. She wasn’t going to let her off easy, or let her pretend this was any less humiliating than it was. She sighed, swallowed. “I-I w-wet my… M-My d-diaper,” she finally managed to confess.

“Oh, you did?” Emily pretended not to have known, reaching forward, giving Natalie’s diaper a squeeze. Nat gasped at the contact, feeling the padding move, brushing against her, as her sister probed at it, as if she couldn’t believe what had happened, as if she hadn’t watched Natalie do it. “That’s kind of an understatement,” she giggled. “You really soaked this!”

“Y-Yeah, fine, whatever,” Natalie sniffed, trying to squirm away from Emily’s groping hand. “I did it, okay?! Y-You’re not going to make me go to daycare now, right?”

Emily stopped at last, chuckling to herself, seemingly satisfied. “Well, it does look like you’re ready to do what you’re told,” she said. “So I can think of some places you could be more helpful than sitting in a daycare… For now.”

The last two words sent a chill down Natalie’s spine. She’d already known her chances of reversing the effects of the drug were very low, at least anytime soon… Things were going to be very difficult for her, no matter what happened. She’d hoped that, if she helped her sister, she would help her in turn, but that threat made her worry about what Emily really had planned for her, after she got what she wanted.

“For starters,” Emily continued, “why don’t we talk about your lab? Would this be a good time to take a little field trip over there? Or would it be better to wait? I don’t want to raise any red flags if I can help it…”

Her lab… Natalie almost wished she hadn’t made such a big deal about that. Would Emily have even thought of it tonight if she hadn’t?! She’d find everything she needed in there to have somebody else recreate all of Natalie’s hard work… If she knew what she was looking for. Of course, since Nat had agreed to help her, that was going to make it much easier for the woman… As long as Natalie didn’t go back on her word.

Before they could do that, though, they’d have to go there. Would it be better to tell her sister to do it now, or the next day? That wasn’t an easy choice… If she did it now, there weren’t likely to be many people around, other than a few security guards. She wasn’t really supposed to be there that late, so it was possible the guards would stop her, ask what she was doing there, especially since she’d have a little with her…

Of course, she’d spent a few late nights there, so there was a chance they’d assume it was another one of those, and not question it. Natalie eyed Emily, knowing that she’d never go to work wearing those clothes, but her own outfit was scattered along their path to the car, and Emily could always go back and collect it. Natalie wasn’t so sure she’d be so lucky… Did she really want to be taken back to her lab, and possibly have to face the security guards, while she was wearing nothing more than a diaper?!

If they waited until tomorrow, surely Emily would have more of an outfit for her. It would still be humiliating, no doubt, and yet something had to be better than nothing. On the other hand, there was also a far bigger chance they’d run into one of her co-workers… It made her blush, imagining that, having any of them see her this way; it might also be her only shot at stopping Emily. The night guards might not realize it wasn’t really Natalie, but the people she was around more often wouldn’t be fooled, right? And, if they were, she might be able to talk to them, convince them to help her…

It would have been so much easier if she’d let any of them in on what she was really working on. It would be easy for them to dismiss her as a little with a big imagination… She could try to prove she knew them, but if they thought Emily was her, they could dismiss whatever anecdote she tried to use as proof as something her ‘Mommy’ had told her. She really wished she hadn’t been so private in her time there, hadn’t been so focused on her project…

What should she tell her?! Should they go now, and get it over with in relative privacy, or should she have Emily wait, and hope she could convince someone to help her, that she wasn’t the baby she knew she was going to look like?

“It isn’t that difficult a question, Nat,” Emily narrowed her eyes. “Are you up to something? I’m going to give you five seconds to answer, little lady, and then this paci is going back in, and we can talk about this again tomorrow night, after you spend some time in the daycare.”

“N-No!” Natalie whined. She’d already peed her pants! She wasn’t going to let that happen! “O-Okay… I think you should go…”

Her mind raced, knowing she had to make a choice now. But what was she going to say?!

“…Tonight?”

or “Tomorrow?”

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The Father’s Day Present

“We couldn’t just talk about this in the living room?” Brook rolled her eyes, sitting down on her stepdaughter, Kennedy’s, childhood bed. Like the girl – although, that was a strange thing to think of her as, since she was barely younger than Brook – it was pretty bland, and boring… Brook might have assumed that her husband, Victor, had redecorated the room after his daughter moved out, so it could be used as a guest room, except that she’d met Kennedy, which made it much easier to believe that was how she’d wanted it even as a child. Besides, they already had another guest room.

“I don’t want to risk him coming home early and finding out,” Kennedy fussed. “That would ruin the surprise!”

Brook wasn’t sure why there needed to be any surprise… It wasn’t like this was any big deal; it was only Father’s Day. “I still don’t see why I need to think about getting anything for him,” she complained. “He’s your dad, not mine.”

“Have you not looked around the Father’s Day section in the greeting card store?” her stepdaughter asked. “There are cards for husbands there, too…”

Brook sighed, but she’d spoken to Kennedy enough to know not to bother arguing with her once she’d made her mind up. “Whatever,” she shrugged. She didn’t think that proved she owed Victor anything on Sunday… If Kennedy already had an idea for her, however, she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out.

Kennedy put her hands on her hips, glaring down at the smaller woman on her bed. “He gave you something for Mother’s Day, didn’t he?”

That was true, too, she had to admit. She squirmed slightly, slipping her phone out of the pocket of her shorts to look at it, like she tended to do when she was uncomfortable, or bored. “I guess,” she mumbled, not wanting to mention that Victor bought her things all the time, so she hadn’t thought twice about whatever it was he’d given her then… She didn’t even recall exactly what it was.

It was hard to shake the idea that, to an outside observer, it might appear that Brook was the stepdaughter here, being reprimanded by a strict, new stepmother. Their minimal difference in age didn’t help matters, nor did the fact of Kennedy being the taller of the two… Their outfits were likely the biggest factor, though, Kennedy’s professional suit easily boosting her apparent maturity well above Brook, in the shorts and t-shirt she’d lounged around the house in that day.

Little did Brook know that the illusion was about to be strengthened. “Don’t worry,” Kennedy sniffed. “I’m not asking you to go out of your way to go buy something exotic or anything…”

Brook rolled her eyes again; had Kennedy never heard of online shopping? Honestly, sometimes it really was hard to remember that the girl was younger than her. If Kennedy just told her the idea, Brook was positive she could find whatever it was, get it ordered, and have it here before Sunday.

“All you really need to do to make him happy,” Kennedy continued, reaching into her purse and pulling an object out, “is wear this.”

Brook peered up from her phone, expecting to be a little weirded out that her stepdaughter was suggesting lingerie for her, or some fetishy outfit, like a cheerleading uniform or something… And, in a way, she’d been right, although she was nowhere near prepared for what she actually saw in Kennedy’s hand. “You’re kidding, right?” she wrinkled her nose.

“Not at all,” Kennedy beamed, seemingly not picking up on Brook’s discomfort… Or not caring. “Trust me, he’ll love it.”

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 2

Natalie forced herself to slow down, to take a deep breath and think about what was happening. Anything that involved her running was probably not a good option at the moment… There was a chance she’d get by her sister, but likely not a particularly high one. It was better to stay put, and take advantage of the one thing she knew she still had over Emily.

“You still need my help,” Natalie informed her, crossing her arms, both to do what she could to appear intimidating, and to cover her bare breasts. “You know that, don’t you? So maybe you should…”

“I already have everything I need from you,” Emily told her dismissively.

“No, you don’t!” Natalie blushed, hating how high her voice sounded, how it made it seem like she was whining, rather than stating a fact. “You still need to get more of the drug if you want to actually do anything with it, you know!”

Emily paused, then shrugged. “I think there’s a little left in the syringe,” she patted her pocket lightly. “I’m sure I could have someone duplicate that for me.”

“Do you really think there’s enough?” Natalie couldn’t recall how much she’d seen in there, having been, understandably, distracted after the jab. “What if you need more? What are you going to do then?”

It wasn’t like she had a huge stockpile of the stuff… She’d only just discovered it worked the way she’d hoped, after all. In fact, she didn’t have any more of it made… Did Emily know that, though? Natalie frantically searched her memory, trying to recall what exactly she’d told her sister.

“I’m willing to take that chance,” Emily said. “Besides, you came right from work, didn’t you? I have your purse; that means I bet I have your ID, too, so if I need to get into your lab…”

Natalie winced, hardly able to believe she hadn’t thought of that first. Was the drug affecting her brain, too? This was why she needed human trials… Other than herself, of course. “That’s my ID, though,” she pointed out weakly. “I-It lets me in, not you.”

“It is,” Emily nodded. “And we’re twins, or did you forget? I think I’ll be okay.”

With an ominous click, Emily stood, giving the car seat a shake. It stayed still, Natalie shivering at the recognition that her sister was now finished with her first task… Which meant it was time to move on to the next. “N-No, you won’t!” she gasped. “Th-There’s a fingerprint reader, too! Even with my ID, you won’t be able to get in!”

Emily stopped for a moment, bending down, staring Natalie in the eye, as if she was sifting through her thoughts, trying to discern the answer herself before asking, “Are you fibbing? Or do you just look nervous because of…” she waved her hand up and down, gesturing at Natalie’s newly tiny body.

“It’s true!” Natalie insisted. You need my help, so, if you want me to give it to you, you’d better…”

Emily slammed the car door shut, cutting Natalie off. Natalie stared out the window in confusion, watching as her sister walked around to the rear of the car, opening up the trunk again. Her heart began to race, hoping Emily was going to check her purse, maybe look at the ID, but unable to see for sure if that was the case. Experimentally, she reached up, wrapping her little fingers around the door handle, not intending to make a break for it – it would be even easier for Emily to catch up with her now, since she wouldn’t have to go around the entire car – simply wanting to see what would happen, if she might have had a chance if she’d done it earlier.

The door wouldn’t budge. Was she too weak to open it herself? Or, more likely, now that she thought about it, did Emily have child locks in her car? She didn’t have any children, hadn’t adopted any littles, but, owning a chain of daycares, wasn’t there a good shot that, at some point, she might need to have a kid in her backseat, one she couldn’t risk running away? She was definitely glad she hadn’t planned on making that her escape route… It did make this whole thing feel all the more hopeless, however.

When Emily closed the trunk, she walked to the door closer to Natalie, opening it up easily, as if to mock her failed attempt, looming in front of her with… the diapers. “No!” Natalie shook her head, tears threatening to start. “Emily, please!”

She backed away – not that there was far to go in the car – as her sister laid out the changing pad, giving the massive diaper in her hands a crinkly squeeze before unfolding it as well. It looked so huge, so thick, so bulky… Natalie groaned, imagining it wrapping around her hips, pushing her thighs apart…

“E-Emily, you need me!” Natalie stomped her foot, with the same non-effect as earlier. “Don’t you dare do this, or I won’t help you!”

“Were you really going to help me anyway?” Emily asked. “You didn’t want me to have this in the first place, and I can’t imagine your attitude has improved much since then… Not yet, at least.”

Would she have? Natalie wasn’t sure she could answer that… She didn’t know, exactly, what Emily’s plans were for the drug, but they probably wouldn’t have been good, probably wouldn’t have benefitted other people, like Natalie wanted to use it to do… Letting her have it was, potentially, a very dangerous thing; was she really going to let that happen, just to keep herself out of diapers?!

“As smart as you think you are, I don’t think you’ve realized yet that you don’t really have a choice… You’re not in control anymore, Nat. You’re going to do what I want you to do… And, what better way to help that sink in than to put your naughty little bottom right back where it belongs?” She scooped Natalie up, setting the squirming girl down onto the waiting diaper.

Natalie gasped, feeling the padding compress beneath her weight slightly – but only slightly. It was so soft, it might almost have been nice, if she hadn’t known what it was, if she could have pretended it was just a cushion or something.

“You were always so proud,” Emily mused, opening up a bottle of baby powder, giving Natalie’s exposed privates a sprinkle. “You remember? You finished your potty training first, and you loved lording your precious big girl panties over me for that week it took me to catch up.”

Natalie didn’t remember; she doubted Emily did, either, not really, but it was a story their parents loved to tell, so they’d both heard it so often that perhaps Emily thought she could recall it. To be honest, it did sound like Natalie… Any time they’d get report cards, or test scores, she’d compare them with Emily, then, as long as hers were higher – and they always were – she’d run to brag to their mom, to have hers hung up on the fridge over her sister’s.

“Now, look at you!” Emily sneered, massaging the powder into Natalie’s skin. “An adult, and you’re going right back into diapers! Diapers that I designed myself…”

“E-Emily, no!” Natalie whimpered, kicking her feet as Emily pulled the front of the diaper up, feeling the padding raising up, feeling her legs spread involuntarily, feeling her power slipping away moment by moment. “I swear, if you tape this up, I will…”

Emily ignored her, continuing on like she wasn’t speaking at all. “I never thought I’d ever have the chance to put you into one of them,” she said. “If I had, I would have made them even thicker!”

With that, she did exactly what Natalie had warned her not to, opening up the tapes, pressing them onto the landing strip, giving them a loving rub to seal them, sealing Natalie snugly inside her first diaper in decades. “No!” Natalie shook her head, grabbing at the tapes, tugging at them, stomach lurching when they refused to budge one bit. She’d heard of little-proof tapes, but, obviously, she’d never experienced them… And, even if she had, it would have been from the other side. They truly were strong enough to keep someone her size from opening them up, from getting out of her diaper…

“Now, then,” Emily sat the stunned girl up, “let me tell you what you will be doing.” She had been listening after all, it seemed… “You will be using these diapers,” she gave them a pat, Natalie nibbling her bottom lip as she heard the crinkle, and – barely, though the bulk – felt the contact, “to the fullest. You will beg me for a new one, because that’s the only way you’re going to get one… And because they’re the only option you have for underwear now. You will be a model baby, unless you want to see how I discipline my charges, which, believe me, I’d be more than happy to show you… And you WILL do whatever I need you to do to get this drug ready for mass production. Do you understand?”

Natalie swallowed, wiggling her bottom, feeling the tight embrace of her diaper. Was Emily seriously going to make her go to the bathroom in these things?! She’d already felt that there was no getting out of them on her own, but… She pawed at the padding pitifully, staring up at her sister, trying to appeal to her silently, at once at a loss for words, not knowing what to say to convince her to change her mind. She’d tried to reason with her, to show her that she still held some cards… Unfortunately, Emily had demonstrated that she had no qualms about snatching those cards out of her sister’s hands to use them herself.

“Do I need to dumb this down even more?” Emily rolled her eyes when Natalie failed to answer. “You’re a baby… I’m an adult. You do whatever I tell you to do. Got it?”

“I’m not a baby!” Natalie whined, barely getting all four words out before Emily pushed a pacifier between her lips, giving the ring a turn. There was a hiss, and suddenly, Natalie’s mouth was full, her tongue pushed down, held in place, silencing her, taking away what little power she might have had left.

“What was that?” Emily teased. “I couldn’t quite make it out.”

Natalie tried to push the paci aside, to spit it out of her mouth, then, finally, to pull it free, but, like her diapers, it refused to budge. Her sister had her perfectly Pampered and pacified, and, thanks to her shrunken form, there was nothing she could do about either.

“If you want me to take that out,” Emily said, after watching her struggle for a few moments, “all you have to do is wet your diaper. If you want to tell me that you’re going to be a good girl, and do what you’re told, that’s what you have to do. On the other hand, if you’re going to continue to be a little brat… Well, you might as well leave it in, little lady. Because, sooner or later, you’re going to help me. I’m happy to wait, and see if I even need you in the first place…”

Natalie nodded her head desperately, trying to tell Emily that she did, which meant she ought to be nicer to her, if she wanted her to cooperate. “We’ll see,” Emily shrugged. “And, while we’re waiting to see… You’ll be spending some time at one of my daycares to see if they can teach you to be a sweeter, more helpful baby. Or, rather, how long it takes for them to teach you that, since it will definitely happen, eventually. It’s just a matter of time.”

Natalie gulped, not liking the way Emily said that. What was she doing at her daycares?! She didn’t think she wanted to find out… But was she seriously going to just give in, and help Emily use her drug for her own nefarious scheme?! She squirmed, glancing down at her big, bulky diaper, the reality of her situation slowly starting to wash over her while she tried to decide what she was going to do. How was she going to respond to Emily’s ‘offer’?!

Would she…

Wet her diaper, and tell Emily that she’d do whatever she wanted, as long as she kept her out of daycare?

Wet her diaper, and try again to reason with Emily?

Or stay quiet, and dry, and hope for the best?

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The Tea Party

“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Lilia grumbled to herself, looking in the mirror at the ridiculous sight she’d become.

She was a professional woman, though you’d never guess it, seeing her now. There were no smart suits for her, or even a nice, fancy dress… She was wearing a shirt with an ice cream cone on it, a pair of lacy, white ankle socks, some pink sneakers… And a diaper. A huge, bulky cloth diaper, hidden only by a white diaper cover with three rows of blue and white lace on the back, which did nothing to disguise what she was wearing underneath.

And the worst part was, she knew it was a joke. She’d known from the moment the anonymous call had come in, telling her she ought to investigate it for her show. She’d thought she’d told her assistant to erase it, but here she was, months later, getting assigned by her boss to cover it. “I don’t see any other leads,” he’d told her gruffly. “It’s this or nothing… And if you don’t have anything for me to air, you’re losing your spot.”

So, to her utter humiliation, she – the person who had uncovered real cases of fraud, of abuse, of shady business practices, and exposed them all on the news – was getting dressed up like a toddler for the sake of some stupid prank. It was that, or go back to covering store openings and traffic accidents, maybe getting on the air for a minute or two at a time, if she was lucky, instead of having her own, dedicated segment.

She wasn’t even sure exactly what she was looking for. According to the ‘tip’, people had been acting strangely after going to a monthly ageplay meet-up. She’d had to look up what that even was, but, after doing a bit of research, it definitely sounded like the things this person said were happening were exactly the sorts of things a person would do at an event like that.

She adjusted the camera, hidden in the bow on her shirt, on top of the ice cream cone, trying not to think about how it was getting a shot of her reflection, recording her in this awful outfit. She was going to have to edit this piece herself, or at least go through and trim out any images of her from it; she wasn’t about to let her editor have access to those.

She really wished there was a way to get behind this that didn’t require her to dress up, but, on the off chance anything was going on, she knew she had to make them think she was one of them if she was going to have a shot at them letting her see it. And, as dumb as this all was, she did hope she found something… She’d love to rub it in her boss’s face, to tell him that she’d told him so, and it was just some fetish thing, after all the trouble she’d went through, it would be nice to have some kind of story.

None of the preparation she’d done had prepared her for what she saw when she walked in, shedding the trench coat she’d thrown over the outfit for the drive, and her shoes, at the door. It was like she’d walked into a daycare, but one that was attended by adults, people her age, dressed like babies. There were diapers everywhere, just as exposed as hers, if not more-so, and, in a lot of cases, drooping, discolored… Used.

She wrinkled her nose, squirming in place, the sight of it almost enough to send her waddling back out the door. She didn’t want any of these people to see her, and think she was like them… And what if they recognized her from the news?! Phones had been collected at the entrance, too, so, supposedly, they wouldn’t be able to take pictures of her, but she’d gotten a camera in… She knew it was possible.

She jumped as she felt a pat on the seat of her diaper, turning, red-faced, to see a large woman standing behind her, smiling. “Still dry, huh?” she said. “That doesn’t happen often… Usually, our guests need a change as soon as they arrive. That long car trip is too much for their little bladders.”

“I-I’m not…” Lilia started to protest, before remembering what she was here to do. “I-I didn’t have that long of a drive,” she corrected. She didn’t like that this woman had felt like it was appropriate to just go groping her out of nowhere, though, after another moment, it sank in what had actually happened. The woman had been checking her. A diaper check! The thought hadn’t occurred to her before, because she knew she was never going to use the diaper, but the woman didn’t know that… And that made it all the worse.

“You’re new, aren’t you?” the woman asked. “Mommy never forgets a face, and I don’t recognize yours. And a simple check doesn’t tend to get our regulars so flustered.”

A Mommy… That must be why Lilia didn’t detect any diaper bulge under her skirt. “I-I’m not flustered,” she said. “I-I just didn’t…”

“Of course,” Mommy cut her off. “Why don’t you go introduce yourself? I’m sure everyone would be happy to meet you. Or, if you’d like to start out slow, you could always go to the tea party.”

A tea party… Lilia couldn’t imagine much that would be more humiliating than sitting around in her diapers, pretending to drink tea… Although, looking around the room, she found several examples, as other guests were building things with blocks, or playing with dollhouses, or sitting and watching some kids’ show on TV… Maybe a tea party wouldn’t be so bad after all…