A Normal Sidekick

Dakota had kept a lot of secrets in her time; she considered herself practically an expert at it by now. The way Mommy was acting now was definitely not something Dakota would have done if she were trying to keep something hidden, which was almost enough to make her question if she had been acting silly, if she should have just accepted this woman, the way the rest of the team had.

Honestly, what business had she had in questioning her in the first place? As far as anyone on her team knew, she was a teenager, some kid who had gotten the job solely because her – or, in their minds, his – father had been the first Tempest, serving alongside the first Gale. They were both gone now… One of Dakota’s biggest regrets was keeping her powers a secret from her dad once she’d realized she had them, not knowing whether she wanted to follow in his footsteps or not until it was too late to let him know.

Maybe that was why she’d decided to craft another secret for herself to keep… Once the new Gale showed up, it had felt right for her to take up her place beside her, the way she knew her dad would have wanted her to, the way he would have if he were still alive. The new Gale was a woman, so she easily could have gone to her as herself, and it would have seemed right… But, whether it was as a tribute to her father, or her own fear of having her secret identity discovered, she’d, instead, posed as a teenaged boy, pulling her hair into a ponytail, binding her chest – not that there was that much to hide there – and wearing her father’s old costume to prove her connection.

She’d learned about her speed power a while ago, and there had definitely been some times when they’d come in handy, she had never trained, and never understood how her dad and his hero had been able to use them to fight as much evil as he had always claimed. It had been nice, pretending she’d just gotten them, that she was a dumb kid who Gale could teach things to, and not be expected to have spent the past few years developing them. And she didn’t mind pretending to be a boy, either… She’d always been a bit of a tomboy, so it came fairly natural to her.

There were certainly times when her deception hadn’t been so pleasant, however… Despite her assumed age, since the original Tempest had been the leader of the two, and Gale the sidekick, it was decided that they ought to be the same now. Gale had accepted it, even though Dakota got the idea that the woman was humoring her, totally unaware that, in reality, they were almost the same age, basically equals. Every time the team turned to Dakota instead of Gale for her opinion, she worried her sidekick would grow to resent her for it…

When Mommy had shown up, wanting to join the team, after her broadcast of a defeated and infantalized Aphrodite that New Year’s, Gale had been the only one to vote no. If any of the heroes had done that, they would have discussed it, taken it seriously… Since it was a sidekick, even one who had been around longer than Tempest, they’d ignored her.

“Don’t worry,” Wildfire, the team’s leader, had teased, “we’ll make sure you don’t get stuck with the babysitting… You being afraid of changing a dirty diaper isn’t enough reason to turn her down.”

“For all you know, I have kids,” Gale had countered. “What do you think, Tempest?”

“She’s a little weird, maybe,” Dakota admitted. She hadn’t given it a second thought, though… When she saw the look that Gale was giving her, she decided to back her up anyway. “You know what? I change my vote.”

It hadn’t been enough to make a difference. Dakota had been horrified when Wildfire had told Mommy that she’d been the one to vote against her, but that they’d decided to accept her anyway. “I appreciate that,” Mommy had said, “I’d hate to have anyone uncomfortable with my presence, though… What is it that you’re uncertain about, Tempest? I’d be happy to help put those fears behind you…”

Dakota had looked to Gale, hoping for help with an answer. “I dunno,” she’d shrugged finally.

“That was quite the show I put on at New Year’s,” Mommy had smiled, chuckled. “Was it too… theatrical for you? Do you think I might be working with Aphrodite, trying to trick all of you?”

The thought hadn’t crossed Dakota’s mind… Until Mommy brought it up. It was possible that had been nagging at the back of her mind… As soon as Mommy said it, however, despite that being the origin, Dakota couldn’t help feeling that meant it wasn’t likely, or why would she have brought it up, when nobody else had? The best she could come up with for an answer was, “Maybe?”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” Mommy had told her. “I’ll tell you what… Why don’t you come visit her, and I can show you that it was all real? Will that put your mind at ease?”

Dakota had shuddered, recalling what had become of the formerly formidable villain… But she’d nodded anyway. “Okay,” she’d said. “I think that would do it.”

Mommy’s smile had widened, in a way that Dakota had done her best not to read too much into, as difficult as that was to do. “Perfect,” she’d purred. “I’d be happy to give you a tour anytime…”

The Model

“You would be absolutely perfect,” they told Lucy. “You’re exactly what we’re looking for!”

Lucy knew they were just buttering her up, appealing to her ego, but it was working… It was nice, feeling like she was special, like she was pretty enough to be a model, much less one that was a fit for whatever job they were hiring for.

She also knew that it wasn’t a good idea for someone like her; she knew what most of the advertisements featuring littles were like. “I-I don’t think so,” she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I-I need to get back to work…”

The two women looked at each other, exchanging a cryptic glance. “Is this really where you want to work… Lucy?” one of them asked, eyeing her nametag.

“I-I mean, not really,” Lucy shrugged, uncomfortably watching out for her manager to be sure that wasn’t overheard. “B-But I won’t be forever! I have a degree, and…”

“Oh, sweetie,” the other woman chuckled. “Do you actually think that matters? Why don’t you come with us?” She beckoned Lucy towards her. Lucy paused, worried she was about to be kidnapped right out of the department store she worked in, wondering if any of her co-workers would make an attempt to help her if they saw. She took a tentative step closer to the pair of Amazons, who, thankfully, instead of lunging at her and grabbing her, began to lead her through the store.

If they’d been walking for one of the exits, Lucy didn’t know if she would have gone with them or not, but there was no way out where they were going. The little nursery section was that way, though it was far enough off that she’d have some warning if it looked like that’s what they were heading to. Fortunately, they stopped short, in the clothing section, well short of even the diapers.

“Do you see these?” one of the women asked, gesturing towards a display of dress-up clothes. They could have been mistaken for Halloween costumes, if it was anywhere close to fall. They were patterned after fairy tale characters, Cinderella and Little Bo Peep, with long, poofy skirts that, unlike many of the things here, would hide a diaper, rather than expose it. Lucy nodded; she’d not only seen them, she was the one who had put that display up. “This is the line we’re shooting for. It’s real… This isn’t some trick. You might even end up there,” she pointed to the signs hanging from the ceiling, showing littles playing in the dresses, ‘herding’ stuffed sheep, standing in front of a backyard playhouse ‘castle’, having a tea party. Lucy had not hung those herself… Even with the ladder, she wouldn’t have been able to reach up high enough.

Did she want to be on those? It would be embarrassing, having to look at that every day, wondering if the customers would put it together that it was her up there… But if they did, it would be kind of thrilling, like she was a celebrity, something she definitely never felt like in this place usually. And, while the models in those pictures were doing childish things, they weren’t as outright infantile as most of the other advertisements in this section, without even a hint of padding beneath those dresses, not that you’d be able to tell.

“Why don’t I show you what the newest release is?” the other woman smiled, seeing Lucy’s defenses begin to crack, pulling up a photo on her phone. “Cute, isn’t it? Of course, it doesn’t really pop until we find someone to wear it…”

Lucy melted at the sight of the little blue dress and its white pinafore. The dress was shorter than Cinderella’s, though no worse than Bo Peep’s. “I love Alice,” she admitted, feeling giddy despite her reservations.

The women looked at one another and grinned. “Then why don’t you come be her for us, Lucy?”

The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 9

Natalie wrinkled her nose, knowing what she had to do, a part of her having a hard time accepting it, while another part of her, whether she wanted to admit it or not, hungered for it. She had to do it, she told herself; she needed a sharp, clear mind if she was going to pull this off, and there was only one way for her to get that at this point.

Taking one last look over her shoulder at Emily, she began to creep towards the door, her diaper rustling softly, mess squishing between her thighs. She froze for a moment when she heard her sister’s voice, certain she was caught, but all Emily said was a teasing, “Someone’s a squirmy girl, isn’t she?” without turning around. “Don’t worry, you’ll get a clean diaper once we’re back home.”

Natalie debated for a moment or two if she ought to respond to that, before remembering that she had a pacifier in her mouth, so she couldn’t even if she wanted to. That was fine with her, really, since she didn’t know what she would have said in the first place, although it was nice to know Emily couldn’t expect anything more from her than the annoyed huff she gave her.

For something she’d opened and closed hundreds of times without giving it a second thought, the door was surprisingly heavy now, giving her a few seconds of panic where she wondered if all of this had been for nothing and, fully closed or not, she wasn’t capable of getting out of the door by herself. She curled her fingers around the door, pulling and grunting, the paci helping her out again by muffling the sounds.

Not completely, however. Emily chuckled, making Natalie halt again, straining to hold the door, scared to let go and have to start all over again, but not wanting to be caught. “Is somebody making another surprise in her diapies for me already? See, it’s a good thing I didn’t change you! Silly baby.”

Natalie gave another annoyed sigh behind her pacifier, earning a snicker from her sister… And then, with one, final grunt, she dragged the door open far enough to slip out of it, She scrambled out, keeping her hands on the door to help it slowly close without making too much noise, or locking her out. Hopefully, when she returned, she’d have some back-up, but if not, she needed to be able to get back inside by herself… And she’d have to hope Emily hadn’t noticed she was gone.

The halls of the lab had never looked bigger, or more intimidating…. Even when she was with Emily, she’d been getting carried, so it was easy to forget how tiny she really was. It felt like the hall stretched on forever in front of her, and the bulky diaper between her legs meant her pace was severely limited.

She couldn’t let herself get too discouraged by it; she’d gotten this far, after all. She couldn’t give up now! With all the determination she could muster, she began to waddle towards the women’s restroom, the sound of her crinkling diaper echoing around her.

The women’s bathroom definitely felt like the better choice, once she’d thought about it. It did seem, to her, like it was busier, but that had to be confirmation bias. There were so many more male scientists, there was no way she wouldn’t be more likely to be caught there. Or, perhaps, she just didn’t want to be found in there, like this.

Fortunately, the door to the bathroom felt lighter, so it didn’t take as much exertion to open it up, poking her head inside to confirm there was nobody in there already. She waddled in, making her way to one of the stalls, pushing the door shut. Of course, the latch for that was too high for her as well, so the door just swung open again almost as soon as she let go of it.

She grumbled into her pacifier, turning around, leaning her back against the door to keep it shut. To be fair, she hadn’t really thought through what she was going to do anyway, how this was going to work… Did she want to hop up onto the toilet, leaving her legs dangling, but out of view of the opening under the stall walls? Sitting on a toilet in a messy diaper, as if she hadn’t made it on time, or had forgotten to take her padding off – like that was an option for her in the first place – was pretty embarrassing, much less masturbating there… Was it any worse to do it sitting in front of the toilet, on the bathroom floor?

That was what she had to do, like it or not. She knew the janitors here worked hard, and they did a decent job… And there weren’t that many people who used this restroom in the first place. Even so, it was hard not to feel like this was a defeat, sinking down to the floor, leaning against the door. She closed her eyes, trying to pretend she was anywhere else other than here, mere inches away from a toilet she wasn’t certain she could have gotten up onto, or sat on without falling into, in the first place, now that she was here, and let her hand slide down between her legs.

The first squish was almost too much for her, the mush in her pants squelching beneath her hand as she started to rub. She couldn’t do this! Orgasming in a wet diaper had been mortifying enough, she couldn’t do it now that she was messy, too… On the other hand, doing in while soggy had also felt so incredible that the curious part of her brain couldn’t help wondering if it might be even better like this…

It couldn’t! She felt dirty so much as thinking about it… But she knew it was what she had to do if she wanted to have any hope of thinking clearly enough to get Mira to help her. And, like the women’s room, Mira had felt like her best option, once she’d considered it for a moment. Was it because Ambrose’s experience as a Daddy might lead him to immediately return her to her ‘Auntie’ without giving her a chance to explain, or because she didn’t want Ambrose to know that ‘Barbie’ was really her? Either way, the choice had been obvious.

She sucked harder on her pacifier, forcing her hand to move back to her diaper, telling herself not to think about it, fighting to envision the last person she’d been on a date with here, and herself back in her grown-up clothes… Instead, the image that came to mind was the rocking horse, and its vibrating saddle.

She whimpered, shaking her head, wanting to deny it, but no person had ever made her feel the way that horse had… Giving up after a few futile moments, she fantasized herself back there, back straddling the toy, her hand becoming the saddle as she bucked and grinded, and, in record time, orgasmed.

It was only that quick because she’d spent so long edged and hopelessly horny, she tried to tell herself. And that was why it had felt so amazing, too… It definitely had nothing to do with what she was wearing, or what she’d done in it. That was impossible!

She did feel so much better, now that it was done, other than the humiliation of it, of having to live with knowing what she’d had to do, and how much she’d enjoyed herself. She was far too tempted to go for a second round, but she knew that was a bad idea, that she needed to move on with her plan.

She giggled to herself as she climbed to her feet, the shifting muck in her pants not seeming so bad anymore, stepping out of the stall, heading for the door. She nearly barrelled right through, but, luckily, she stopped herself just in time to see a man coming down the hall. She ducked back into the bathroom, heart pounding, hoping he hadn’t been paying attention, and that he’d assume the door closing again was someone walking into the bathroom, not changing her mind about coming out.

She pressed her ear to the wall, breathing a sigh of relief when she heard the door on the other side of the hall swing open and shut. She’d dodged a bullet there, it seemed… She gave it another shot, slipping out of the bathroom and toddling down the hall, knowing she had to get out of there before he was done in the bathroom an re-emerged.

She didn’t know if Mira’s door had the same issue as her own, although she had hoped that would be the case. If it did, Mira had been sure to close it firmly anyway, which meant that Natalie was still trapped outside with no way to get in by herself, thanks to the Amazon-height doorknobs.

Frantically, she knocked, wondering if her tiny fists were even strong enough for Mira to hear through the heavy door, or if the woman would brush them off, assuming that, since they were so quiet, they must have been coming from somewhere down the hall. Natalie squirmed anxiously, peering over her shoulder, knowing that, at any moment, somebody could turn a corner, or step out of their office, and find her here…

“Yes?” The door was flung open, and an annoyed Mira looked down the hall one way, then another. “Is this a prank?” She didn’t sound the slightest bit amused. Natalie gulped, staring up at the beautiful woman, feeling more intimidated than ever by her. She almost considered changing her mind, going to Ambrose after all, when Mira glanced down and spotted her there.

“Oh,” she sneered. “It’s you. What are you doing out here? Is she just letting you run wild?” She rolled her eyes. “I guess if I don’t take you back, I’m almost as bad as her.” She bent down, grabbing Natalie by the hand, starting to drag her back down the hall. “She is really getting on my last nerve today…”

Natalie’s eyes widened, her head shaking as she was pulled helpless towards Emily once more. She whimpered frantically, but of course, through her pacifier, it didn’t do her any good. She had to do something else to get Mira’s attention! She should have known Mira wouldn’t be interested in inviting her in for a chat. Had she made a mistake?! Would Ambrose have been the better choice?!

Options zoomed through her head as her feet shuffled, doing their best to slow Mira down, which wasn’t accomplishing much. She was thinking clearly enough to shoot a few of them down, positive they wouldn’t work, yet, even the ones that seemed more viable didn’t feel great to her; with the pacifier in her mouth, she was quite limited in what she could do.

The only hope she had was getting that paci out. If she pointed out that it was there, and locked, then perhaps Mira would get the message that she had something she needed to say… Would she notice in the first place? Would she care enough to listen if she did? Natalie could make her pay attention to her, but doing that would make her seem like a willful, naughty brat, whichever way she thought of to do it… Would Mira want to help after that, or would she just scoop Natalie up and carry her, kicking and screaming behind her pacifier, back to her ‘aunt’? Was it worth the risk? There was only one way to find out, and she was rapidly running out of time to decide.

How was she going to get Mira’s attention?

Just point to her pacifier repeatedly, and hope Mira gets the picture?

Plop down onto her bottom to make it harder for Mira to move her?

Or kick Mira in the leg to force the woman to acknowledge her?

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The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 8

In the end, much as she didn’t want to help Emily, it only made sense that she get her through the door, into the lab. It would be too easy for her to bail while they were in the lobby, as soon as she realized something was going wrong… Maybe the security guards would be able to stop her, but if Natalie wasn’t able to find a way to to escape her sister’s clutches to warn them, and perhaps avoid being taken home with her again, she had a feeling Emily was going to be very upset with her.

“Thewe’s a fingewpwint weader,” she admitted. “You’ww have to scan the ID and get past that to get in.”

She expected Emily to appear worried by that, to take a moment or two to figure out how to bypass that, but instead, she shrugged. “Yeah, you told me that already, remember? When you were trying to convince me that I needed you, so I shouldn’t put you in a diaper?”

“Oh,” Natalie fidgeted, blushing. Now that Emily mentioned it, Natalie was reminded of that conversation, trying to hold that over her sister’s head to save herself from her crinkly fate… And look how that had turned out. If it hadn’t been for her time in the car seat, she might have recalled it earlier, and known she didn’t have as much of a choice as she’d thought.

“I am glad you told me again,” Emily assured her, giving her bulging diaper a pat. “If you hadn’t, I would have known you didn’t think I remembered, and that you could use that to outsmart me somehow. I guess you were the one who forgot about it instead… But I wouldn’t expect anything more from a stupid baby like you.”

“I’m not!” Natalie pouted, kicking her feet helplessly, knowing that she was only making herself look more like one, sitting there in her dirty diaper, whining with her mockery of a voice. How was she going to get anybody to take her seriously like this?!

“Somebody’s fussy!” Emily teased. “I know what you need…” She slipped the pacifier back into place, the sweet taste filling the woman’s mouth again as it was locked into place. “Thank you for your help.”

She got out of the car, walking around it to open the back door, lifting Natalie out of the car seat, carrying her on her hip once more. That was something else Natalie hadn’t considered, she realized. Emily hadn’t given her any shoes, or even socks… She wasn’t going to let her walk across the parking lot, and probably not in the lobby, either. It was likely another part of the disguise, showing she was so immature that she spent most of her time being carried, too little to need anything on her feet… She should have known that meant her chances of getting away to talk to the security guards on her own were pretty slim.

She squirmed, fighting to keep herself from intentionally rubbing herself against the other woman’s hand, under her bottom, not wanting Emily to know how desperate she was to do exactly that, to do whatever it took to get off so she could think clearly… And, honestly, because she was so close, and she suspected, from her time with the rocking horse last night, that it would feel amazing. Being so turned on, and unable to do anything about it, was making her feel like maybe Emily was right, that she was a dumb baby, that, in a way, she belonged like this…

She whimpered, blushed, shook her head. No, that wasn’t true! She was an adult; she shouldn’t be in diapers! None of this should be happening to her… She should be here, at work, quietly celebrating her victory, and deciding what the best way of using this drug would be, to keep people – like her sister, apparently – from abusing it.

Instead, Emily was carrying her inside, giving her a bounce as the front doors slid open, sliding Natalie’s old glasses out of her purse and onto her face. Natalie turned bright red immediately, seeing the security guards sitting at their station, glancing up from their computer monitors, looking right at her in her tiny, pink shirt and obviously used diaper, nursing harder on the pacifier, almost not noticing the rush of sugar that brought with it.

“Good morning, Natalie,” one of them spoke up. The night guards didn’t know her very well, which might have made coming here the previous night less humiliating… She saw these ones every day, although, embarrassingly, she had never bothered to learn – or, at least, retain – their names. “Did you get a haircut?”

Emily chuckled, giving her hair a flip. “I did! I thought it was time for a change, you know?”

“It looks good,” the other offered. “Now, who is this little cutie?”

Natalie’s heart beat louder as Emily turned her around, making her face the guards directly. Would they recognize that this was her? Emily hadn’t done anything with her hair, so it was exactly the same as it had been yesterday, not shorter, and dyed, the way Emily’s was… But she was so much smaller, and dressed like a baby, and Emily had on her glasses…

“I’m sorry about this,” Emily said. “There was a family emergency, so I have to look after my niece here for a couple days. It was so short notice, I wasn’t able to find a babysitter for this morning… I’m going to duck out in a bit to take her to one once she’s available, but until then, I promise I’ll keep an eye on her.”

Natalie shouldn’t have been surprised that Emily had thought more about this cover story than the one she’d fed to Candi in the hallway the previous night, though she was still impressed at how quickly and easily the lies had come out of her sister’s mouth. It wasn’t a bad explanation, either, and her being related to Emily in it would quash any questions about their resemblance before they could be asked.

“Hmm…” one of the guards stood up from his station, walking over to them. Natalie gulped; was she wrong? Was he suspicious after all? Maybe she hadn’t needed to do anything at all to keep Emily from getting into the lab… Maybe she was destined to fail.

Then, the man reached out, giving her exposed tummy a tickle, and, unable to help herself, Natalie giggled behind her paci, squirming in Emily’s arms. “I don’t think we have too much to worry about from her,” he winked at Emily. “Except for her diaper stinking up the place! Pee-yew!” He waved his hand in front of his nose playfully.

“Isn’t that always the danger?” Emily laughed. “And to show how bad I am at being an aunt, I totally forgot to bring a change for her… I assumed she’d be fine until I got her to the babysitter’s place.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,” the security guard gave Natalie’s diaper a pat, her face turning as pink as her shirt at the contact, at how he hadn’t hesitated for a moment to touch her diaper, like she was too small to deserve any sort of privacy. “These can hold more than you think… She’ll be fine for a few hours.”

“As long as my nose can take it for that long,” Emily joked. “Thanks, guys!” She gave Natalie a bounce. “Wave bye-bye for now, Barbie.”

Barbie… The name sounded so girly, so close to Candi’s… Of course, she knew Emily couldn’t use her real name, since she was borrowing it for the moment, and she surely had no idea how well Natalie knew the guards, and whether she might have informed them of her sister’s name, so it wasn’t safe to use that, either.

Emily marched up to the door, pausing for a moment to take in the security system before sliding Natalie’s ID card into its slot. She peeked behind herself, seeing that the guards were still watching them, and put her thumb onto the fingerprint reader, getting an angry beep in return.

Natalie could feel her freeze, wondered if she’d actually thought that would work, if she’d assumed that, as twins, their fingerprints would be similar enough. She would have loved to gloat, if Emily hadn’t locked the pacifier in place.

“Is it acting up again?” one of the guards asked. “You know how it is… Just try again.” Emily shifted her weight nervously, trying her index finger this time, getting a different, yet equally unpleasant, beep. “Did you remember to take the card out first?” he suggested helpfully.

“Silly me,” Emily forced a laugh. “I always forget that…”

“Everyone does,” the guard told her. It was true; Natalie had the same trouble on days when the fingerprint reader was being moody. Obviously, it didn’t fix Emily’s issue.

“Let me see if the system is down,” the other guard said, tapping away at his computer. As soon as his co-worker turned away to look at the monitor, Emily took the ID card out and slid it back into place, then grabbed Natalie’s hand, pressing her finger onto the reader. The light turned green, and the beep sounded much happier.

“Oh, did you get it working, Barbie?” Natalie could feel Emily’s grip on her tighten as she pulled Natalie away from the scanner, her sister no doubt worrying that the guard had seen the whole thing.

Emily chuckled nervously. “She saw me using it and decided she wanted to play, too, after it finally worked,” she explained.

Natalie peered around Emily, wondering if they bought that story or not. From the smiles on their faces, there was little question it was the former. “Good job, Barbie,” one of them told her. “I guess you have the magic touch!”

And, with that, she was whisked away through the door. “Okay,” Emily whispered, “which way to your lab?”

It would have been simple to lead her on a wild goose chase, but Natalie didn’t know what that would accomplish, in the long run. If they wandered too long, Emily would definitely know something was up… And it would mean running the risk of more of her colleagues seeing her this way.

They’d gotten pretty lucky with that, for the most part, until they were just about there, as Natalie silently pointed directions out for Emily, and she nearly let herself believe they were going to make it to their destination without running into anyone. And then, as they turned a corner, they did exactly that, almost literally.

“What are you in such a hurry for?” Mira sniffed, adjusting her grip on the armload of folders she was carrying. “You almost… Who is that?”

Mira… Of course it was her. Her lab was close to Natalie’s, so it made sense, although Natalie couldn’t say that she was who she would have chosen to see right now. Mira was tall, even for an Amazon, and gorgeous, looking much more like a model than a scientist. Natalie had always felt like she ought to get to know her better, since there were more men working here than women, so they ought to stick together, but she was a little intimidated by her; now more than ever, obviously, as she was being held at the perfect height to stare at the cleavage barely hidden by her lab coat.

“This is my niece, Barbie,” Emily said. “Say hi, Barbie!”

Natalie waved bashfully, feeling Mira’s eyes crawl over her, taking in every inch, knowing there was no way she could have missed how lumpy the seat of her diaper was, or what that meant.

“Hmm,” Mira ignored the gesture. “Your niece… I see. I was going to say, after all that fuss you raised over little rights, it seemed a bit hypocritical of you to suddenly adopt one. Do you really think this is the right place for her?”

“She’ll only be here for a bit,” Emily promised. “I’ll keep her in my lab… She won’t be any trouble at all.”

Mira raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see,” she huffed. “Just pay attention to where you’re going. It would have taken me forever to get these all reorganized if you’d made me drop them.” She clutched the folders tighter to her ample chest, storming away.

“Well, she’s pleasant, isn’t she?” Emily commented under her breath to Natalie.

Natalie nodded, pointing out their next turn. Within a minute or two, she was back in her lab, back where, not even a full day ago, she’d felt that moment of elation, of triumph, that she’d accomplished what she’d been working on for so long… And now, Emily was plopping her down on top of her desk, because she was too small to reach it from her usual chair, her dirty diaper squishing beneath her, and setting her keyboard in front of her.

She clicked a flash drive into the computer and ordered, “Copy everything you need onto here. Don’t try anything funny, or I’ll leave you here with your pleasant co-worker.” Natalie pointed to her pacifier. “Really?” Emily crossed her arms, but Natalie jabbed her finger more pointedly at her mouth. “Fine.” She unlocked the paci. “What?”

“I put copy pwotection on evewything,” she explained. “I didn’t want anyone to be abwe to take it. It’ww take me a minute to bweak it.”

“Hmm,” Emily narrowed her eyes, making Natalie squirm. “Show me what the files are.” She watched Natalie like a hawk as she navigated through the file system, showing her the folder where she kept her work on the project. She took her phone out of her purse, snapping a photo of the screen. “I expect to find all of these files, with the same file sizes, on the flash drive when I’m done. I’ll be checking, so don’t get any bright ideas.”

She was smarter than Natalie had given her credit for… It would have been simple for her to leave a few vital files out, or rename something unrelated to make it look like it belonged, but it would be much harder for her to fake things that exactly, especially not with Emily watching. “Yes, ma’am,” she gulped.

Thankfully, Emily let the pacifier remain on the desk beside her as she brought up the terminal and started to type away, hoping that, while Emily had surprised her once, she wouldn’t be familiar enough with what she was doing now to figure out her plan. Even she wasn’t positive it would work, but it was her best bet… Although, she’d realized when she was carried into the room, it might not matter anyway.

The doorknobs were too high for her. She was so used to not giving them a second thought, she hadn’t considered that, but there was no way she’d be able to open the door to her lab and slip out without Emily noticing. So, that gave her another thing to try to do right under her sister’s nose.

There was a messenger program that worked within the lab, and Natalie was pretty sure she could access it through the terminal, at least to send out a quick message. Unfortunately, without opening up the GUI, which would definitely tip Emily off, she’d have to type in the recipient’s username manually, and there was only one person’s she knew by heart.

She didn’t consider herself particularly close with anyone here, but there was one other scientist who she spoke to on a somewhat regular basis, who she’d have lunch with at least once a week… If he wasn’t married, she might admit to herself that she had a bit of a crush on him, though, as it was, she preferred to pretend she was happy with them just being work buddies.

‘Ambrose,’ she typed, ‘could you come here for a minute? I have something I need to show you.’

As soon as she’d sent it, she cleared the screen, not wanting to give Emily a chance to take it in. “What was that?” her sister demanded. “Why did you do that?”

“I’m twying my best!” she pouted. “I haven’t had to do this befowe, so I made a mistake! I had to stawt again.”

She could tell Emily was suspicious. “Well, don’t do it again,” she said after a second, not knowing what else to do.

It took a couple minutes – just long enough for Natalie to wonder if she’d misspelled Ambrose’s username, or mis-typed a command – before there was a tap on the door and it started to open, Emily having exactly enough time to snatch the keyboard away from Natalie and pretend she was the one working. “Hey, there,” Ambrose poked his head in. “What’s… Oh, look at you!”

Natalie wiggled, seeing his eyes fixate on her as he stepped into the room, walking right towards her. “Did you finally take the plunge? I didn’t think you were the type!”

Natalie hadn’t thought about what the thing she supposedly needed to show Ambrose was, or what would happen if he asked Emily about it and tipped her off that he’d been called there… It was a relief, in a way, that he’d assumed the answer was her, but she was hardly happy to have him looking at her so intently, not wanting him to see her like this.

“Not exactly,” Emily replied, trying to sound calm and cool. “She’s my niece.”

“Of course!” Ambrose nodded. “Well, she’s adorable either way! Although…” He sniffed the air, then smiled down at Natalie. “I think she left you a little present. Do you need a spare diaper? I probably have a few in my bag you could use.”

“You do?” Natalie was glad Emily asked it, because she was shocked herself.

“I never brought it up, because I didn’t think you’d approve, but my wife and I have adopted a few littles,” he said. “So I usually have a couple extras with me wherever I am… Can’t be too careful!”

He was right that, if she’d known that, she might not have spent so much time talking to him. Then again, she couldn’t help feeling attracted to him anyway, even now that she knew… Maybe, if she hadn’t been so hopelessly horny, she might have been able to stick to her principles a little better, she thought with a blush, but for now, at least, she would have been able to look past that if he just offered to make out with her a bit… Not that she imagined he would, certainly not now.

“I think she’ll be okay,” Emily told him. “But thanks.”

“No problem,” he smiled. But he wasn’t done yet… “What’s your name?” he leaned closer to Natalie, making her worry he’d recognize her, that, after all the times they’d hung out at work, he’d know it was her, despite being shrunken. She did want that to happen, of course… But not here, not yet, not while Emily was there.

“Bawbie,” she answered, her eyes staring downwards, landing right on her dirty diaper.

“Barbie, huh?” he booped her on the nose. “That’s a very nice name. It was nice to meet you, Barbie! Just let me know if you change that mind about the diapers, Nat!”

“Nat, eh?” Emily smirked at the blushing Natalie once Ambrose had left. “Who was that?”

“A-A fwiend,” Natalie dragged the keyboard back over to herself, going back to work while her sister giggled at how flustered she was, glad that she was paying attention to her, and not the door. “Wook, I’m awmost done.”

She hit a few more keys, and a file transfer window popped up on screen. “Why is it going to take so long?” Emily asked immediately, seeing the estimated transfer time.

“The encwyption,” Natalie fibbed. In reality, that was what she’d spent most of her time doing, making sure the transfer speed would be slowed to a crawl, to give her as much time as possible.

“That better be it,” Emily warned. “I’m still going to compare all the files to my picture, so don’t think you’re going to get away with anything. But, for now…” She lifted Natalie down off the desk. “You can go sit somewhere else… I’m tired of smelling you.”

“You couwd awways change me,” Natalie pointed out.

“Maybe your friend would like to do it,” Emily teased, laughing when she saw Natalie’s embarrassed reaction to that idea. “Now, hush,” she commanded, making sure it happened by replacing the girl’s pacifier before turning back towards the computer, pulling up the file browser and navigating to the flash drive, watching as the files slowly showed up in it, one by one, her phone out, the picture she’d taken open.

Natalie’s eyes flicked towards the door. She knew it never closed properly, unless you were deliberate with it, which Emily had been when they’d come in… Ambrose, however, hadn’t, which meant it was open just enough that she was pretty certain she could sneak over to it and pull it open while Emily was distracted. Once she was out, though… Where was she going to go? Who could she turn to for help?

Mira’s office was close, and, as much as the woman intimidated Natalie, she did know her a little, which was more than she could say for a lot of the other scientists here. She might have a chance of convincing her of her story, if she could get her to remove her pacifier in the first place… Maybe. Or, of course, there was always Ambrose… She had the most history to draw on with him to prove her real identity. His office was further away, however, and thus much riskier to toddle to by herself… And did she really want him to see her this way for even longer, and to know it was her, and not ‘Barbie’?

And, even beyond all that, there was another pressing issue. It had been getting a bit better as she waited, but she was still turned on, still having a hard time thinking clearly because of it… It was going to be tough enough to convince either of the other two scientists – or any she might run into on her way to see them – of who she actually was if she was operating at full mental capacity, and that wasn’t the case now. If she could find a private spot somewhere, perhaps she could take care of her little… problem, and then get back to her mission, more ready than ever. If anybody caught her doing it, though, that was going to be very, very hard to talk her way out of….

Not to mention, there was only one place she could think of that she might be able to do it. Or, rather, two… The bathroom doors swung open and closed, so she could get in and out without being able to reach the handle. That would be a pretty embarrassing place to be caught rubbing herself in her dirty diapers, obviously… And which would she even use? It felt like she saw more people coming out of the women’s restroom, so she suspected it was busier, but it was also the one she used, so she paid more attention to it… And wouldn’t it be extra humiliating to be found in the men’s room? Would it really be worth it?

She was going to have to decide, one way or the other. She needed to have a plan before she went out the door, so she’d know which way she was heading. So… What was she going to do?

Visit Mira right away?

Visit Ambrose right away?

Masturbate in the men’s room, then visit Mira?

Masturbate in the women’s room, then visit Mira?

Masturbate in the men’s room, then visit Ambrose?

Or masturbate in the women’s room, then visit Ambrose?

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Best Laid Plans

Moira couldn’t help smiling as she returned to her dorm room, opening the door to be greeted by the perfect sight, exactly what she’d been hoping for. She wasn’t sure why she’d had any doubt about it, frankly… The rest of the day had already been so pleasant, with seemingly everyone laughing and smiling, capping off with a brief encounter with Aaron, the boy she had a crush on, on her way here, that it only made sense that it would end like this, with the evidence that her plan was in its final stages.

“Oh,” her roommate, Kristy, said, turning her head to watch Moira go to her desk chair, skirt flung over the back, the motion sending her red hair cascading over her shoulder. “Hey.”

And that was it. No anger, no accusations, the only sign that anything was wrong the fact that she was half standing in front of her desk, one leg kneeling on her chair, rather than sitting. It was a big difference from the way things had been, even just a few days ago… In more ways than one.

Moira didn’t know why they’d gotten off on the wrong foot initially, what had happened. As far as she could remember, she’d had basically no interaction with the other girl before moving in. Was Kristy upset that, even as a senior, she hadn’t been able to get a room to herself? Moira wasn’t exactly ecstatic about that, either… Or was it that, as a senior, she’d been stuck with a lowly sophomore, adding insult to injury when the school hadn’t had a private room for her?

Whatever it was, Kristy had immediately begun complaining, saying that Moira was coming back from hanging out with her friends too late at night, that her music was too loud, that the decorations on Moira’s side of the room were too distracting, that the other girl had been stealing things from her mini-fridge. In short, she’d been acting like a big, whiny baby, instead of the cool older sister Moira had been hoping for when she’d heard she would be living with a senior.

It was practically Moira’s duty, she’d decided, to show Kristy that, before she got a rude awakening when she went out into the real world. She might be younger, but she felt like she was infinitely more prepared for that, from what she’d seen out of Kristy.

And now, here she was, faced with some pretty compelling evidence that her plan had worked out exactly how she’d envisioned it. Kristy’s wardrobe choices had been trending younger for a couple weeks now, the girl trading in her designer clothes for plaid skirts and Peter Pan collars, things that looked more appropriate for a grade schooler than someone who was supposed to graduate college at the end of the year.

The most important change, however, was what was underneath those skirts. If her plan really was working perfectly, Kristy wouldn’t know any better, would think she was still wearing her normal – pretty drab and boring, Moira had seen when she snuck them out of the drawer – panties, just like she thought her new outfits were no different from what she used to wear. One glimpse at her now, on the other hand, revealed to anyone else how very mistaken she was.

It had been quite the thrill the first morning, waking up to see Kristy mindlessly strapping herself into a big, thick diaper with seemingly no hesitation, no resistance… Moira had almost gotten used to the sight, as glorious as it was, though what she saw now had sent a whole new wave of glee through her.

She’d started Kristy off with some longer skirts and dresses, afraid that jumping into the deep end right away might be enough to snap her out of it, to make her realize something was wrong, and really give her something to tattle to the dean about. Gradually, she’d been getting the girl shorter and shorter skirts, and smaller shirts, pushing her towards what might very well be this moment.

She was definitely on the verge… Had she seriously spent the day in this outfit?! It was one of the rare days when Moira left before her, so she didn’t know, but it looked that way… Moira truly wished she could have seen that, could have witnessed the big, bad senior toddling around campus, her bulky, cloth diaper sticking out from under her red, plaid skirt, which was nowhere close to hiding everything. There was no way anyone could have looked at her today and not known what she was wearing… Except, of course, for Kristy herself.