The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 7

“It’s only natural,” Emily smirked. “Besides, it’s your new favorite thing.”

“No, it isn’t!” Natalie turned bright red, her face burning at the insinuation, as if she would have done what she had on the rocking horse if she’d had any other choice. “Emmy, please… I just got changed!”

“Last night,” Emily said, as if her sister needed a reminder. “I know it might not feel that way, since I’m sure you slept through the night like a good little girl, but that’s been a while now.”

“That doesn’t count!” Natalie sulked. Even as early as she’d woken up, it didn’t feel like very long at all since she’d escaped that icky, mushy feeling… Emily couldn’t seriously want her to do it all over again so soon!

Emily sighed, kneeling down in front of her shrunken twin. “I doubt anybody’s going to look at you twice,” she told her, “not in that get-up… But if they can see that you’ve used your diaper, they really won’t. There will be no reason for them to think you’re anything more than you appear to be: just a silly, pants-pooping little baby. And isn’t that what you want them to think?”

It wasn’t, to be honest… She wanted them to suspect something was up, to look closer so that she could hopefully convince them to help her. She knew Emily was right, however; if she was toddling around in a dirty diaper, it was going to be far harder for her to convince them of her true identity, and that she wasn’t simply a little with an overactive imagination.

“I-I don’t know if I can go again already,” she lied, praying her tummy wouldn’t rumble too loudly and prove how big of a lie that was.

Emily chuckled, straightening back up. “Aww, is that what you’re worried about? Fear not, Nat… I have plenty more suppositories I can give you to help out with that.” Natalie’s eyes widened, her head shaking. She should have known Emily would have more of those cursed things… “That’s what I thought,” her sister said. “Now, I’m going to go get ready, and if your pants aren’t full by the time I finish…”

She let the end of her sentence trail off, no need to repeat the threat when she could tell, by the look in Natalie’s eyes, that it was still forefront in her mind. She picked her up, setting her back in the pop-up crib, it serving just as well as a playpen.

Natalie watched Emily leave, whimpering, the choice in front of her almost unthinkable… A day earlier, it never would have crossed her mind that, in less than twenty-four hours, she’d have to decide whether it was better to intentionally poop herself, or to let her sister force her to do it, for the second time.

“Emmy!” she bounced in place, pleading pitifully. “Please, don’t…”

To her surprise, Emily stopped, paused with her back turned to her. Was she thinking about it? Had she recognized how cruel she was being, and had second thoughts?

“A messy diaper will be good,” she mused, “but I’m not sure that’s enough…” She walked over to her desk, rummaging through it.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Natalie asked nervously, wishing she’d kept quiet now, bracing herself for the worst as she attempted to get a glimpse, so she could prepare herself. Between the inflatable bars of the crib, and Emily’s back, it was impossible to tell what was going on, although she could see Emily was gathering a couple different things. The longer it took, the more it worried the tiny scientist, and, considering how scared she’d been at the start, that was quite the feat.

She still couldn’t tell when Emily turned around, keeping her peering through the bars with morbid curiosity as the woman approached. The first thing she did was spin Natalie around, tugging out the rear waistband of her diaper. “Didn’t think so,” she sighed, turning the girl back around. “You know, just because I’m going to give you a suppository doesn’t mean you get another ride on the horsie.”

Natalie’s face went red again, as, flustered, she insisted, “N-No, that’s not…! I-I don’t…!”

“Maybe when we get home, if you do well,” Emily patted her on the head. “For now, though…”

She reached forward, Natalie flinching, not knowing what sinister plans Emily had for her face. It made sense that was what she wanted to change… She might have been able to fool her bimbo neighbor, but would Natalie’s co-workers really fall for the same story, that Emily – or, rather, ‘Natalie’ – had adopted a little simply because they looked similar? What was she possibly going to do to counter-act that?!

In the end, it was a huge relief when Emily’s hand moved to her mouth, and popped in a pacifier. She didn’t see how that would solve Emily’s problem, but that was fine with her… And, while she wouldn’t admit it, there was something comforting about it. Without thinking, going purely off of the instincts that had already been building up over only the previous evening, she started to suck on it, expecting the same soothing sensation that she knew it could bring to her.

She got that… But that wasn’t all. With it came a sweet taste, one that was overpowering, artificial, like the sort of candy-like candy that only small children and littles could tolerate. It probably was meant to taste like something specific, though all she was getting out of it was sugar. She wrinkled her nose, yet, before she could try to spit it out, Emily locked it in place, the sweetness growing more intense as the bulb expanded, touching every part of her mouth.

“Much better,” Emily nodded. “Now, be a good girl and get working on those diapers!”

Emily gave the seat of them a swat as she walked away, leaving a sister who couldn’t even stick her tongue out at her back in response, thanks to the paci. Natalie grumbled, giving the bars of the crib another shake, hoping they might have lost a bit of air overnight, that she could perhaps push them apart far enough to slip out.

They didn’t, and, the same as last night, she couldn’t spot anything to poke a hole in the crib with that she could get her hands on. She was trapped, and, unless some miracle happened, she was going to be messing her diaper once more, one way or the other, in a matter of minutes.

She thought back to last night, to the suppository, how helpless it had made her feel… It was hard to divorce it entirely from what else had been going on, the memory of which made her blush and squirm, but she could isolate enough of it to know that she didn’t really want to go through that again if she could help it.

Which meant… She sighed, staring down at herself, at the tiny, pink t-shirt, the huge, puffy diaper… How could it possibly have come to this, and in such a short span of time? She did her best to push those thoughts aside, to not think about her normal daily routine, how normally she’d be taking a shower about now, how she’d probably sit on the toilet afterwards, if she hadn’t done it first, never knowing how lucky she was to be able to do that…

She squatted down, closing her eyes, pretending she was in a bathroom, not the middle of her sister’s office, and that she had her panties pulled down. No, of course she wasn’t wearing a diaper, no matter how warm and sweaty her bottom was, or how far apart her legs were being forced, how loud the crinkling was whenever she moved… It was quite the feat for her imagination, and, to be honest, as someone who spent most of her time in a lab, dealing with theories and facts, her imagination was already not in the strongest shape.

“Come on,” she mumbled past her pacifier, hating herself for being so eager to do this… Considering the alternative, however, how could she not be? “Just go…”

Finally, her face red, her forehead damp with sweat, her years of potty training cracked. Something warm, and thick, and squishy started to ooze out into her pants, the diaper crackling, a lump forming in the rear. And then, as soon as her body felt that, it clammed up once more, realizing that it wasn’t on a toilet after all, that her brain had been lying to it.

“No!” she groaned, stomping her foot. It had been so easy last night… Of course, it had been totally out of her control last night, her bowels having no choice. She’d held out until she couldn’t anymore… As full as her belly was this morning, she was nowhere near that desperate.

Nevertheless, she was still going to have to do this, or she’d be going through that all over again. She bent her knees further, letting her padded backside sink closer to the floor, bearing down, the sweet taste in her pacifier squirting out faster as she clenched her teeth around it.

The lump began to grow, and this time, Natalie refused to listen to her instincts, kept pushing, feeling the slow, steady progress of her diaper ballooning behind her, having to work and strain for every bit of it, fighting everything she knew about potty training the whole time.

In the end, she wasn’t so sure if this had been the right choice. The suppository was more invasive, and gave over more control to her sister… But it was so much easier, and, in her mind, she could blame it all on Emily. Now, even if she knew she hadn’t really had a choice, ultimately, there was no denying that she’d done it on purpose.

“Well, well, well,” Emily snapped her out of her pity party. “That was quite the show.”

Natalie gasped, standing up straight, her diaper drooping heavily between her legs, leaving no doubt what she’d done in it, even to someone who managed to avoid smelling it. How much of that humiliating display had she been doing with an audience?! Emily unlocked the pacifier, taking it out of her sister’s mouth, letting her ask, “How wong wewe you standing thewe?”

Emily giggled as Natalie’s hand shot to her mouth, aghast. Her voice was already higher, thanks to being small, but it sounded even more-so now, more childish, especially with that unexpected lisp. “Emiwy!” she gasped, her tongue refusing to work correctly, no matter how hard she tried. “What did you do to me?!”

“It’s the finishing touch of your disguise,” Emily told her. “As much as I’d love to keep your pacifier in the whole time, I might need you to tell me how to do something, and somebody might overhear you talking, or they might just want to hear the cute baby say ‘hello’ back… So, you needed an adorable, and completely believable, lisp. Isn’t it precious?”

“No!” Natalie glared up at her. “Emiwy, this isn’t…!”

Before she could finish, the paci was back in place. “For now, though, we’ll let that drug sink in a little more… Wouldn’t want it to wear off at the wrong moment.” She winked, scooping Natalie out of the crib, one hand on her bottom, squelching the contents of the diaper. When Natalie whined, she gave her a bounce. “You did a very good job, sweetie,” she complimented her. “What do you think about my disguise? I wore the most boring thing I had in my closet… I think it captures your style pretty well.”

Natalie sulked silently, although Emily didn’t seem to mind… If she’d actually wanted her sister’s opinion, she would have asked for it before giving her the pacifier. She carried Natalie out of the apartment, the girl clinging tighter to her as they walked out into public, her full diaper on display, and to her car, where Natalie saw something she’d nearly forgotten about.

She shook her head, blushing, as Emily slid her into the car seat, fastening her in nice and snug, the straps tight around her diaper. Natalie wanted to think there wouldn’t be a repeat of the night before, that she couldn’t possibly get so turned on again by the way the strap rubbed against her diaper, now that it was messy… But she knew that was more wishful thinking than anything. It was already bad enough the last two times she’d gotten off were in a diaper, once mere moments before she pooped her pants… And that they’d been some of most intense orgasms of her life. She was almost scared of how it might feel now… That, somehow, it might be even better.

It was definitely the memories of the rocking horse that made her so wet, so quickly, barely out of the parking garage before it was a struggle to keep from obvious grinding against the straps, or giving her diaper a rub herself. There was no way it was connected at all to her current situation… She was very grateful for the pacifier, however, even if it was making her lips, to help hide her frustrated moans as she writhed in her car seat.

She was having a hard time concentrating when they pulled into the lab’s parking lot, though she had to pull it together when her pacifier was taken away. “All right,” Emily said, turning around in her seat to face her. “It’s showtime… Now, before we go in, is there anything I need to know about?”

Natalie squirmed, her head swimming. What should she say? She knew there was a fingerprint reader at the door that was going to give Emily trouble… Then again, it gave everyone else trouble from time to time, too, so, as long as it was somebody they knew, the security guards would usually over-ride that anyway. If she could find a way to make them realize the ‘Natalie’ who was using her ID card wasn’t really her, perhaps she could stop Emily’s plan before they even got in the door.

But… How was she going to do that? With the pacifier in her mouth, it would be awfully hard to say anything, and, even without it, she sounded like a baby now… And there was almost no chance she’d be able to talk to the guards without Emily being right there, watching, ready to laugh off anything she said as the ramblings of a silly little girl playing pretend.

There might be more opportunities inside the lab for her to talk to one of her colleagues privately. Probably not for long, and her ‘disguise’ was going to make it much more tough to convince them of her true identity, not to mention embarrassing, but there was a chance.

Or… Would it be better to forget about that, and do what Emily wanted? Could she really face anyone else here like this, after everything that had happened to her, that she’d done, and risk having to tell them all about it? No matter how incredible her discovery was, there was no way they’d be able to respect her ever again… If they didn’t get greedy and take the credit for themselves, leaving her to languish in her sister’s care. After all, who would believe her, as she was now, over anyone else who worked there?

“Well, Natalie?” Emily asked. “I’m waiting.”

Natalie sighed, trying to think straight, to weigh her options. What was she going to do?!

Should she…

Stay quiet about the fingerprint reader, and try to get the security guards’ help?

Tell Emily about the fingerprint reader, then try to find another scientist to help her?

Or cooperate fully with Emily, to try to get out of there before anyone recognizes her?

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Too Immature

“Yes, ma’am?” Heidi smiled pleasantly as she stepped into the woman’s office. “You wanted to see me?”

She could almost feel like she was back in school herself, making the dreaded trip to the principal’s office, except for a few key differences… For one, as the newest teacher here, she’d spent her day teaching, and helping with arts and crafts, and looking after the students, so she was well aware that they were all far, far younger and less mature than her. For another, she had no doubt that she was being called here to be praised, not punished, which definitely had never happened when she was attending school.

“You can call me Mabel,” the principal told her. “And, yes, I did… I thought we ought to have a quick talk before you headed home.”

“Of course!” Heidi said. “I want to thank you again for hiring me, and…”

“Yes, yes,” Mabel interrupted. “Look, Heidi, there’s no easy way to say this, so… Well, let me ask. Do you think what you’re wearing is appropriate?”

Heidi was taken aback by the question, not knowing how to answer for a moment. “I mean… Yeah,” she shrugged. “That’s why I wore it, you know?” To be honest, she thought she looked pretty hot, in her short black skirt, her black shirt with its plunging neckline, her white thigh highs, and her high heels. She’d wanted to look nice for her first day, and, as far as she’d known, she’d succeeded at it. Especially compared to her co-workers, who were dressed much more simply, and boring; that was probably why she hadn’t gotten the compliments she’d expected, because they were jealous.

“Hmm,” Mabel frowned thoughtfully. “Then let me ask something else… Do you think it was all right for you to refuse help change diapers?”

Heidi rolled her eyes, gesturing down at her clothes. “Isn’t that what the assistants are for anyway? Do you think I want to get baby powder all over this?”

“Is that why you wore it?” Mabel pressed. “I remember during our interview, you weren’t happy when you heard that was one of your duties…”

Heidi blushed, surprised at the other woman’s memory. She must have talked to plenty of candidates before she’d selected Heidi, surely they mostly blended together… She had to admit, she’d been less than enthusiastic about that part of her job description, wrinkling her nose and asking why all the students weren’t already potty trained by the time they started to come here, only to be surprised, today, when she’d discovered how many of them really were still in diapers, how big of a part of her job it was. It didn’t help that she’d been put in the classroom with the youngest students, so they were the most likely to be in diapers, but that was also part of why she’d assumed Mabel must have forgotten about that part of her interview.

“No,” she shook her head. “I wore it because I wanted to look professional, and…”

“You do know what your job is, don’t you?” Mabel asked.

“Excuse me?” Heidi recoiled. “Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I do!”

“Sorry,” Mabel held up her hands. “I didn’t mean to offend you… There’s no need to throw a tantrum…”

“I’m not!” Heidi stomped her foot again, not even having noticed that she’d done it in the first place, that it was such a natural reaction to being upset, the way she’d seen with several of her students at naptime, when they wanted to claim they weren’t tired, and didn’t want to go to sleep.

Mabel sighed. “I just want you think about it a bit more tomorrow,” she said after a moment, “and maybe wear something a hair less… mature, so you can do your work properly.”

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 6

It wasn’t an easy choice, deciding which of her options was more degrading, which she could bear to let herself do… But her body was happy to help her make the decision, eagerly squirming on the saddle as she tried to think – which only made that more difficult – embracing the feeling of pleasure that had come from the first time around…

Maybe this was for the best, she told herself through the horny haze, grinding harder against the vibrations beneath her. She couldn’t let this happen while she was in a messy diaper… She liked to think that would be too disgusting anyway, that she’d be turned off enough that she wouldn’t, but she didn’t particularly want to find out if that was the truth or not. If it wasn’t, if her body was going to betray her… She blushed even deeper than she already was, mid-masturbation, and leaned forward, making the horse rock faster, and faster…

The suppository was working quickly, too. Natalie whimpered, glancing down at herself, certain she’d see her tummy swelling, with as much pressure as she was feeling building up in there. It didn’t look any different, though it definitely seemed that way… She felt so bloated, so full… She squeaked as she felt an involuntary fart escape her, out in to her diaper, her eyes widening when, as she writhed in the saddle, she noticed a new sticky spot, one very different from what had happened from her last horse ride, thicker, mushier…

No way! She couldn’t believe it… It couldn’t be happening that fast! She didn’t dare take the time to stop – even if she could have – to investigate, but the more she rocked, the more sure she was that she’d already begun, that she was far closer to a full-on disaster than she’d thought. She tried to press her thighs together, only to feel the horse vibrating between them more intensely, her face heating up, her mind growing cloudier, having a harder time concentrating on anything else, including keeping her diaper clean…

She focused as hard as she could, through the waves of pleasure, fighting to keep her bottom clamped shut, while moaning, urging the horse to go faster still, not knowing how long she’d be able to keep it up, how long her protesting body would be able to hold out when it so desperately wanted to let go…

So, as mortifying as the act itself was, it was a huge relief when she felt it happen, when her eyes rolled back in her head, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she had another orgasm, quickly slumping forward in the saddle, panting. “I-I did it,” she told Emily with a silly, satisfied grin, hating how triumphant she felt… And how good, in general, despite everything. “I-I…”

She squealed in surprise, in horror, in disgust, as her ‘victory’ was almost instantly overturned, as her tummy gave a push, and she was too exhausted to fight against it. She’d known it was coming, of course, unless her sister took pity on her, let her use the toilet… She hadn’t thought it would be this quick, that she’d feel this helpless against it. One moment, she had one small, mucky spot in her pants, and the next, she was leaning forward, gasping, as her bulky diapers filled to the brim with warm, stinky mush, her muscles refusing her attempts to stop, or even just slow, the tide.

She wrinkled her nose, feeling the mess ooze through every part of her diaper, making the padding swell and bulge outwards to make more room for itself. She whimpered, so very glad she hadn’t tried to take her time, to risk a ride on the rocking horse after this… It didn’t seem possible, and yet, as powerful as the horse was… She shuddered, unable to imagine the indignity of that.

“You certainly did,” Emily teased, giving the lumpy seat of Natalie’s diaper a pat, her tiny twin blushing at the contact. “I suppose I’ll trust that you finished making your stickies before you did this…”

“I-I did!” Natalie insisted, stomach churning again, despite having just been thoroughly emptied, now from the memory of why she’d been racing so hard. If Emily thought she’d messed first, Natalie would be going to bed in this diaper! She shifted in her seat, groaning as the load in her pants squelched beneath her. There was no way she could do that… She couldn’t spend the whole night like this! Not if she wanted any sleep – or comfort – at all! “I-I really did!”

“Hmm…” Emily leaned forward, resting her elbows on the horse’s head, looking the humiliated Natalie in the eye. “Did you?”

“Y-Yes!” Natalie told her, blushing, that one messy patch that had happened mid-ride sticking in her mind, making her uncertain. That didn’t really count… Did it? Emily wouldn’t put her to bed in this dirty diaper for one little slip-up, would she? “Pl-Please, Emily, please, you hafta change me!”

“Oh, I do?” Emily raised her eyebrow. “It’s funny that you still think you’re in charge after what you just did, little lady.”

Natalie shook her head. “N-No, I’m not!” she stammered. “I-I just…” Oh, no… Had she messed this up for herself?! “I-I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are,” Emily smirked, raising her elbows up, then pushing them down, letting the horse rock beneath them – and beneath Natalie’s diaper. Natalie squirmed, nose and diaper crinkling as the contents of the latter were squished further. “I bet you’re a very sorry little girl, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Natalie nodded. “Y-You’re in charge… I-I know that…”

“I am,” Emily agreed. “I’m the one who decides when, and if, you deserve a diaper change.”

Natalie gulped, nodded again, not wanting to agree to that, to let that decision be in anyone else’s hand, much less her sister’s. It didn’t matter what she wanted, however… The choice truly was out of her hands. She was too small, too weak, to get her diaper off on her own, so it would either be Emily, or some other ‘grown-up’, who would be doing that anyway, and there really wasn’t much she could do to influence when it happened.

“I-I did do what you wanted,” she pointed out. “I-I…” Her face turned red once more, not wanting to use Emily’s infantile word for what had happened, yet also not wanting to say any of the more mature, proper names for it, either, as if that would make what she’d done more real. “I-I made stickies,” she almost whispered, the sound of it in her own voice making her feel even smaller in front of her sister, “b-before I made stinkies.”

Emily smiled, delighted. “Oh, did you?” she chuckled, making the horse did down again, watching Natalie pout as it moved. “I suppose I’ll believe you… This time. It looked awfully close to me.”

Thankfully, she plucked Natalie off the horse, setting her down on her feet and taking her hand, letting her toddle beside her through the apartment, diaper sagging heavily behind her as she went, contents shifting with every awkward step, no matter how far she spread her legs, how hard she tried to prevent it. She stood by, staring, while Emily plugged up the tub, started to fill it with water, trying not to get her hopes up too high, nearly afraid, after everything else, that Emily would simply get into the bathtub herself, leaving Natalie standing there in her poopy pants.

That didn’t seem to be her sister’s plan, though. Natalie let out a sigh of relief when Emily untaped her diaper, starting to wipe her clean. “What a big mess for such a little girl!” she teased, but the fact that she was now out of that mess – and the knowledge that it hadn’t been her fault that she’d made the mess in the first place – was enough to keep the words from affecting Natalie too much. At least, not until Emily said, “I guess we’d both better get used to that, huh? That’s just how Natty goes potty now.”

“I-It doesn’t have to be!” Natalie reminded Emily, staring up at her with big eyes. “I-I can use the toilet still!”

“You could,” Emily agreed. She didn’t say anything more, but the message was pretty clear nevertheless… Natalie squirmed, glancing over at the folded up diaper Emily had set on the toilet seat, remembering what it had been like to use it. Was that really what she was going to be trapped using from now on?! It wasn’t fair! She was an adult, a genius… She’d been potty trained for decades, longer even than Emily had been… She didn’t deserve to be back in diapers full time from now on!

Of course, as a genius, she probably should have seen this coming long before now, but she hadn’t wanted to accept it. Surely, it was all just a momentary thing for Emily, a way for her to prove she was the one in charge, and then, when she grew tired of it, she’d let things go back to as close to normal as they could… Why would she do that, though? She owned a chain of daycares that could look after Natalie, which gave her, essentially, an unlimited supply of diapers… Why not ensure Natalie stayed in them permanently?

She shuddered at the thought, despite the warm, bubbly water she was slipped into as Emily began to give her a bath, humming happily to herself while she scrubbed her shrunken sister. Emily wouldn’t really do that, would she? She needed Natalie’s help tomorrow, if she wanted to duplicate the formula… Although, she’d already proven she could make Natalie’s life miserable if she didn’t cooperate, so she didn’t necessarily need to promise her anything more than not doing that in order to give her some motivation.

But, if she wanted Natalie to work on the reverse formula, surely she’d want to stay on her good side for that, right? She’d seemed interested in that… Then again, Natalie already had plenty of reason to want that for herself, and she didn’t actually know if Emily had plans for it or not. If Natalie wanted to be big again, she’d have to make it one way or the other. Emily might even see it as more efficient to keep her in diapers, so she wouldn’t need breaks, her lab assistant more of a babysitter than anything else…

Natalie blushed, imagining her old lab assistants coming in, checking her diaper, making her stop mid-experiment for a change… She’d always done her best to be fair and kind to them, but in the heat of the moment, she knew she’d snapped at them more than once… In those moments, at least, they’d probably have jumped at the opportunity to show her that they were, in fact, the ones in charge ultimately, the ones who decided when, or if, she got clean padding…

And, to be honest, as much as she liked to think she was the only one who could do it, once Emily was in the lab tomorrow, and had access to all of her research, she could always hand it off to somebody else to find a way to do the opposite. This was revolutionary, ground-breaking stuff, something she’d been working on for years… But there was nothing stopping Emily from letting someone else take over, cutting Natalie out of it entirely, leaving her to languish in her diapers while another person took credit for her work…

As if to prove how powerless Natalie would be to stop any of that, after a thorough scrubbing, Emily plucked her out of the tub, setting her down on a new diaper, one that Natalie suspected was even thicker than the last, even before Emily told her, “This is the new, overnight version of my diaper… We’re still working on it, so you’ll have to let me know how you like it.”

“I don’t,” Natalie pouted as it was pulled up between her legs, pushing them ever further apart. She’d almost thought the extra bulk could have been her imagination until then, but now there was no denying it. She squirmed, nibbling her bottom lip as she tried to move her legs, finding far less give in the padding, along with the larger size.

Emily picked her up, carrying her on her hip back to the office, where she shuffled through some of the things scattered around, taking what looked like a pile of plastic out of a box, attaching a small motor to it and hitting the button. With a whir, the plastic began to inflate, growing larger, taking form as a huge, inflatable crib that Emily set Natalie down inside.

“Let me go get you a little snack,” Emily said, “and then it’ll be night-night time.”

Natalie didn’t exactly have a choice. The sides of the crib was tall enough that she doubted she could have climbed over them, although, even if she could have, it wouldn’t have mattered. As soon as Emily was gone, she attempted to climb to her feet, just to see, but the giant, overnight diaper was too thick… Try as she might, she couldn’t stand up on her own in it. And, of course, like the one she’d just been taken out of, she couldn’t remove the tapes by herself. Emily didn’t even need the crib… A single diaper, on its own, was enough to completely incapacitate Natalie.

The crib itself was sturdier than Natalie would have imagined, knowing its origins. The plastic beneath her hands was a bit slick, adding to the difficulty of trying to stand, but it had been inflated enough to feel fairly solid there, and when she reached out to grasp one of the bars. If she had something sharp, she might be able to puncture it, deflate it… Who was going to leave something sharp within reach of someone who belonged in a crib, though?

Emily definitely didn’t, and the snack she brought didn’t help matters. Natalie’s eyes bulged as she saw the bottle, refusing to believe she could fit all of its contents in her tiny stomach. Emily seemed determined to try, however, pushing the nipple into Natalie’s protesting mouth, forcing her to start sucking, to drink the milk inside. Natalie didn’t drink milk much normally, but this definitely seemed strange, a little too thick, a little too sweet…

Surely, it was the reason, by the time she was somehow nearing the bottom of the seemingly endless supply of liquid, she was feeling sleepy, despite how early it was. As soon as Emily slid the nipple out of her mouth, Natalie felt herself yawning, her sister taking that opportunity to pop the pacifier back into place, locking it there. Almost before she’d gotten a blanket to tuck Natalie in with, the girl had dozed off.

She was up bright and early, too, still trapped in the crib, and her diaper. Her bladder was feeling quite full, as were her bowels, considering how much had come out of them the night before. The former was definitely a more pressing concern now, however, and she did her best to control them, but, with no way to call out to Emily for help – and no reason to think she’d get any from her – and her diaper too large to let her press her legs together, it was only a matter of time before she started to pee her pants, shocked at how long the stream went, how soaked her padding got from a single wetting, making it swell even larger.

“Uh-oh!” Emily chirped when she finally came in to check on Natalie. “Looks like somebody had a soggy night! What’s wrong, Natty? Couldn’t stay dry?”

“I-I didn’t!” Natalie blurted out, as soon as the pacifier was removed. “I-I didn’t wet the bed!”

By then, the padding had cooled down, grown clammy, making her claim seem all the more unlikely. “So, you did it on purpose?” Emily teased. “While you were awake? Don’t you think that’s even worse?”

“I-I…” Natalie blushed. “I-I don’t know,” she admitted. She didn’t particularly like either, to be honest. “I-It’s not my fault either way!” she huffed.

“Of course not,” Emily ruffled her hair. “You can’t help it, poor thing!”

Natalie was grateful to be out of the overnight diaper, even if it was just to be taped into another diaper, glad to feel how much smaller it was, how much freer she felt in it. Finally, after a breakfast of oatmeal, and another bottle of the odd-tasting milk, Emily gave her something else to wear, too, though it wasn’t much, just a bright pink shirt with the logo of her daycare on the front and back. On Natalie’s chest, certainly larger than most littles’ would be, it fell short of her belly button, guaranteeing that her diaper would still be on full display.

“N-No pants?” Natalie tugged at the hem, trying to make it to the impossible, to stretch it out far enough to hide even the slightest bit of her padding. “O-Or a dress, or…?”

“Sorry, that’s what I have here,” Emily shrugged. “Besides, that will just help with your disguise… Nobody will give you a second look at the lab now! Anyone dressed like this must be nothing more than a baby!”

Natalie’s face burned as Emily swatted the seat of her diaper. She’d almost forgotten about that… They were going to the lab now, to the place where she worked… And this is what she was going to be wearing! She looked down at herself, hating to admit that Emily was right, that, considering her outfit, it was going to be awfully hard to convince anyone of her true identity…

But Emily wasn’t quite satisfied yet. “Hmm… I do think it’s missing something, though…” She stared down at Natalie, who gulped, looking up at her, worrying about what she was going to say. “To really sell it, I think you need…”

“…A wet diaper.”

“…A messy diaper.”

“…A double diaper.”

“…A pacifier.”

“…A bottle.”

“…A dolly.”

“…A cute hair style.”

“…A freshly spanked bottom.”

“…An adorable, convincing lisp.”

“…A nice, empty mind.”

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