The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 11

“I think that’s it,” Emily grinned, seeing the progress bar finally vanish. That final bit, as it sat there at 100%, had seemed eternal, but now, at last, it appeared to be done. She stretched, her back popping as she moved from the position she’d been sitting in for so long, keeping watch in case her sister had set up anything nasty to surprise her. “Could you have made it take any longer?”

There was no answer, though, of course, she’d hardly expected one, considering the pacifier locked into Natalie’s mouth. Part of her experience with daycare told her she ought to turn around, to check on the shrunken woman, but what was the point? Emily hadn’t seen anything too dangerous looking in the room, and Natalie was too little to get out on her own, so there was nothing to worry about. Natalie could sit and stew in her messy diaper for a few more minutes, while Emily confirmed that she had what she needed, and then they could be on their way.

She took out her phone, pulling up the picture she’d taken. The files were still sitting on Natalie’s computer, too, so she could have compared the ones on the flash drive to that, but she stuck to her photo. She was glad she’d thought to take it before she let Natalie start working, so she knew the values on her phone were legit. There was always a chance Natalie thought, or hoped, she’d get sloppy, and set the files on the computer to change in some way before the operation, erasing vital information, in which case the ones on the flash drive would match the new sizes.

It was possible that she’d done that anyway, in a way that didn’t affect the file sizes, but there was only so much she could do to check that without this taking all day. If she stayed locked up in the lab the whole time, that was fine; unlike Natalie, however, she was eventually going to need to use the bathroom, perhaps multiple times if she was there long enough, and each time she left, she might run into somebody who knew Natalie and asked her something she didn’t know the answer to, potentially blowing her cover.

“We’re almost there,” she told Natalie. “As long as you didn’t pull any funny business, little lady, we can get out of here, and get you into a clean diaper. How about that?” Honestly, after everything she’d seen, she wasn’t sure if that would entice Natalie or not… She’d given her some encouragement, obviously, but the girl was definitely learning to enjoy her diapers… “Maybe after another ride on your horsie, if you did a good job?”

She chuckled to herself, knowing how conflicted her sister must feel about that. It had been no secret how much she’d enjoyed what had happened with the rocking horse the night before, or how close she’d gotten to replicating it in her car seat on the way here, even in her messy diaper. It probably shouldn’t have been a surprise… She spent so much time cooped up here, in the lab, that there was no way she was going on many dates.

Emily hadn’t decided, for sure, what she was going to do with Natalie after this yet. Would she let her keep searching for the reverse of this formula? While there were plenty of littles – or rival Amazons – who would love to bring someone bigger down to size, there were likely just as many littles who wanted to be big… Or, after this drug got out, former Amazons who would be willing to pay big bucks to go back to being big.

Did she want to give littles that power? Did an Amazon who allowed themselves to be shrunken deserve to get their old size back? If they were willing to pay her enough, then maybe… And she could set the price to whatever she wanted. Or, perhaps, she could convince Natalie to find a way to make it temporary, to last just a couple hours, or a day, to give them a taste, and keep them coming back…

Now that she had Natalie’s research, however, did she need her to do that? She had passed the test this morning, and told Emily about the fingerprint reader again, but Emily still wasn’t certain she trusted her. She was too dangerous, and Emily didn’t understand enough about all this to know how to keep her from pulling anything. It would be better, probably, to hire somebody else to continue her twin’s work.

Maybe she could let Natalie stay on, as a lab assistant… That would be funny, seeing the person who had developed this technology in the first place, reduced to running around at the beck and call of somebody else, toddling through the lab in her diapers to clean out beakers, or whatever else it was that the ‘real’ scientist needed her to do. Of course, she’d still have some access to the drug, and she could always talk to whoever else Emily brought in… Emily would try to find someone loyal, obviously, though, with enough time, Natalie might be able to turn them to her side…

No, she couldn’t risk that, no matter how satisfying it would be. She’d have to get Natalie out of the way, enroll her into one of her daycares, where she’d never meet Emily’s new scientist, where she could be treated like the baby she was now, playing with blocks and dollies, watching those brain-melting cartoons all the littles loved so much, learning to embrace her new love of diapers, whether she wanted to or not… With how much progress she’d made already, Emily had no doubt that it wouldn’t be long at all until she was a drooling, diaper dependent dummy, no smarter than any of her other charges.

She smirked, imagining leaving Natalie to be babysat by Candi, giving that bimbo complete authority over her former genius of a sister. She’d seen how uncomfortable Natalie had been around her… How much worse would it be if she knew that she had to do everything the airhead told her to, because she was, indisputably, the more mature one out of the two of them?

She couldn’t get ahead of herself, however, despite how delicious the fantasies were. Before she could do any of that, she had to know that she had what she needed. She squinted, staring at the screen of her phone, then the computer, checking file names, file sizes, scrutinizing every detail. She didn’t want to have to come back here if she could avoid it… The babysitting excuse had worked to get Natalie through the door with her this time, but if she had to do it again, a few days later, she was less confident about the chances.

“Looks good,” she admitted, after double checking everything. She almost hesitated to say it out loud, in case there was something obvious she was missing, not wanting to give Natalie a reason to gloat that she’d outsmarted her. “Let’s see…” She opened up a file at random from the flash drive, her head spinning as she made an attempt at reading the scientific gibberish that meant absolutely nothing to her; that was what she was hiring somebody else to handle.

She opened the same file from the computer’s internal storage, dragging the windows beside one another, her eyes scanning back and forth between them. As far as she could tell, they were identical. She did the same for another couple files before concluding that, from what she could tell, they all matched. “Great!” She ejected the flash drive, slipping it into her pocket. “Ready to go home, squirt?”

She stretched again, surprised to take another look at the clock in the corner of the computer screen and see how much time had passed. Part of her wanted to erase the computer’s hard drive, but she didn’t dare. She’d have to get the files back to her own computer, and make sure they still worked, before she was comfortable getting rid of the only other copies of them.

She expected to see Natalie standing behind her, eager to leave; she wasn’t. “Natalie?” she frowned, looking around the room, heart fluttering faster and faster. “Natalie, where are you?” The girl was nowhere to be seen. Quickly, she hopped to her feet, bending down to search under the desk, trying to find any other small spaces she could have squeezed herself, before she noticed the door.

“Natalie,” she growled, pulling it the rest of the way open, storming out into the hall, a feeling of panic rising in her, realizing she had no idea where to even begin looking for her. She could be anywhere, doing anything, talking to anyone, if she could convince them to take her pacifier out…

“Here,” the woman she’d almost run into earlier declared, holding Natalie out, as if she had no idea what to do with a little. “I believe this belongs to you.”

“Thank you so much!” Emily snatched Natalie, mumbling helplessly behind her paci, out of the other scientist’s grip, giving her sister a dirty look, a silent threat. “I hope she didn’t cause you any trouble.”

“Hmm,” the woman raised her eyebrow. “Just keep a better eye on her from now on.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Emily said, “I’m taking her back home now, so you shouldn’t have to worry about her bothering you ever again.” She bounced Natalie in her arms, her mushy diaper squishing, making the girl blush and squirm.

The woman nodded. “Good,” she walked away without another word.

Emily headed back towards the entrance, hissing, “I don’t know what you thought you were going to do, but you’re going to regret it,” before pasting on a smile to greet the security guards. They waved goodbye to the grumpy Natalie, who refused to return the gesture until Emily told her, “Say bye-bye, Barbie… You’re not going to be seeing them again.”

“Oh, she can come back and visit whenever she wants!” one of the guards tickled Natalie’s exposed tummy. “Maybe she’ll even have a clean diaper next time!”

“I wouldn’t count on that,” Emily smirked, carrying her sister out the door, to the parking lot, starting to feel calmer out in the open air. “I hope whatever that was was worth it,” she said to Natalie. “Because I’m not going to let you have another chance to do it.”

Only then did she notice Natalie struggling to speak, pointing up at her pacifier when she saw her sister glancing down at her. “I don’t think so,” Emily sniffed. “Maybe after we get home… That should give you plenty of time to think about how you’re going to apologize for running off on me, and…”

“Hey!” Emily paused, turned, seeing the female scientist again. “Sorry, I think Barbie dropped this, and I wanted to make sure she got it back.”

“Really?” Emily frowned, trying to recall if they’d left anything behind. She hadn’t brought anything with Natalie, other what she was wearing, and that was all where it should be. “I think you might be mista….”

“No, no,” the woman rustled through the pockets of her lab coat, while Natalie wiggled in Emily’s arms. “It’s definitely hers… Here we go.”

In a flash, she stepped forward, jabbing a needle into Emily’s arm. Emily gasped, turning away, but it was already too late. “Wh-What did you do?!” she squealed, the almost negligible weight of her sister suddenly seeming to increase, and the scientist appeared to grow before her eyes… Along with all of the cars around her. She looked down at herself in a panic, watching her clothes growing baggy, just the way Natalie’s had, in another parking lot…

“I think you know,” the woman grinned down at her, plucking Natalie out of her arms, setting her down on the ground in front of her, as Emily slowly but surely continued to shrink closer to her size. “I couldn’t very well do this back in the lab… I don’t know how I would have explained to the guards that I suddenly had two babies with me.”

“No!” Emily shook her head. “I-I’m not a baby!”

But she could see that was where this was going. Frantically, she tried to run away, but she barely made it two steps before her feet got tangled up in her clothes, and she tumbled to the ground, the scientist scooping her up, Natalie trotting along behind her obediently. “You can’t do this!” Emily whined, kicking her legs helplessly. Except, of course, she already had… And there was nothing Emily could do about it.

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It had seemed harmless enough… Or, rather, like what she ought to do, if she wanted to make sure she could get Mira on her side. As soon as she’d said it, though, and she’d seen the look in Mira’s eyes, Natalie had started to regret it.

“Show me,” Mira demanded, turning and marching back to her lab. There was a network set up within the building, of course, the same one that had let Natalie send Ambrose a message, which had left the door open for her to leave. “Find your computer,” Mira told her, sitting down in the desk chair, Natalie on her lap, letting her work the mouse and keyboard.

She knew her computer’s network ID by heart, as well as the username and password she’d need to access it remotely. She hesitated to type it all in, but as she sat there on Mira’s lap, there was no question that the other woman had all the cards here… She was so big, so strong, compared to her, she could make Natalie do whatever she wanted…

“W-We have to stop her,” Natalie repeated, more to herself than the other woman. “I-I don’t know what she’ll do with it, but…”

“Sure, sure,” Mira nodded. “Get me in.”

Natalie had no doubt that Mira was watching everything she typed closely, that, if she needed to, she could replicate it all, get back in to her research whenever she wanted. Maybe, if she was lucky, Emily would delete everything when she was done, leaving the only copy of her research on the flash drive…

“Really?” Mira chuckled, glancing through the files. “This is all it takes? I could whip this up right now.”

“Y-You could,” Natalie agreed. “But you can’t, Mira! We just need to keep her from using it, and then… W-Well, maybe you can help me find a way to reverse it, but I’m not sure…”

“I can’t believe I never thought of this… Or that anyone else hasn’t, either. If I went public with this, I could be rich… Everyone would know your name…”

Natalie squirmed, only to feel Mira’s arms tighten around her, pushing her harder back against the woman’s breasts. “B-But it isn’t your work,” she pointed out. “Y-You’d always know that you didn’t really…”

Mira pushed the pacifier back into her mouth with a bemused, “Hush,” locking it back into place. “After this, I’d never have to worry about getting funding for any of my other projects, or anyone questioning me… It’s exactly what I need… But you are right. I can’t have your sister ruining things for me. We have to stop her. And, thanks to you, I think I know the perfect way… What do you think, Natty? Do you think I can get this made on time?”

Natalie shook her head, but they both know the truth, and that she was totally helpless to stop what was about to happen.

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There was no question that the formula worked; Mira had gotten plenty of evidence of that in the parking lot. Natalie insisted that she would still need her help, although, when Mira pressed her on what, exactly, she needed it for, she never had a clear answer.

It was almost a waste, but Mira knew it was the right call. Nobody would listen to either of the twins now, or believe their crazy story… After story of the drug went public, however, that story might carry a little more weight, and she couldn’t afford the chance that anybody might find out the truth.

“I just don’t know what to do with them,” she told the headmistress of the strictest reform school she could find. “I thought by adopting twins, they’d always have a playmate, and they’d be so sweet and cute together… But all they do is fight. And they still refuse to accept their place in the household. I’m at my wit’s end!”

“Don’t you worry,” the headmistress smiled. “I know exactly how to deal with them.”

Of course she did… That was why Mira had come to her. “Just do whatever is necessary,” she said. “I want them to be inseparable… And obedient, like babies should be. I don’t care what it takes.”

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“Oh, my God!” The girl looked up, seeing the grown-up woman gasp, clasping her hand to the other grown-up, a man’s, arm. “Look at them!”

Were they talking about her? The girl wasn’t sure, and, while she was curious, she was immediately distracted by the sight of her sister moving her doll, reminding her of what she’d been doing. She turned back, thumb in her mouth, hopping her dolly over to join her sister’s. Under the short skirt of her sister’s dress, one that was exactly the same as her own, she saw a hint of discoloration in the girl’s diaper, and, without a second thought, she began to wet her own. Everything else about them matched, from their clothes to their haircuts… Their diapers should, too!

Neither of them were completely un-pottytrained, though they were both right on the edge. Accidents were very common, and if one of them saw the other had one, she’d immediately use her own diaper, if she could. Neither even thought about it, really… It just came naturally.

“Those two?” the orphanage worker chuckled. “Cute, aren’t they? They’re an interesting story… Someone enrolled them in a reform school, paid for lodging there, then never came to pick them up after the year was up, so they ended up here. They’re perfectly trained… But they’re twins, so you’d have to take both of them in at once.”

“Twins!” the strange woman’s eyes shone. “How precious… Can we meet them?” The girl glanced back over to see them approaching. “Hi, there,” the woman knelt down, smiling at them. “What are your names, sweeties?”

The pair looked at each other, as if they were trying to remember something, like they weren’t quite sure what the answer was, despite how simple the question was. After a moment, though, the girl spoke up. “I’m Bawbie,” she lisped. “An’ this is my sistew, Becky.”

“What adorable names!” the woman exclaimed. “And the two of you are pretty adorable, too!”

Barbie fidgeted, a part of her knowing that she shouldn’t like that, that she ought to be so much more than just ‘adorable’… But, after a year of conditioning and hypnosis, she couldn’t say why that was, or what could be any better than that, any more than she could recall her real name, no matter how convinced she was that ‘Barbie’ wasn’t it.

“Fank yew,” her sister giggled, and, automatically, Barbie repeated it, knowing that was what a good little girl should do. They should thank grown-ups for telling them how cute they were, and do whatever they were told, and use their diapers… And, if they were lucky enough to be a twin, they should do it all with their sister. And she knew how to do all of that, even if, at this point, despite that nagging feeling in the foggy depths of her mind that there should be something more, that was just about all she was capable of anymore.

“I know we weren’t planning on adopting two,” the woman looked up at the man. “But how can we say no to these little faces?”

The man smiled, giving the woman a kiss, the two girls looking on, surprised at how mature it was, squirming in their soggy diapers, both knowing the other was thinking the same thought. The most mature thing Barbie did was some late night humping sessions with her favorite teddy bear. She could still vaguely remember the start of her time at school, how Becky had caught her doing that and told her she was gross… Barbie had said it was her fault, although she had no idea, now, why she’d think that. Then again, at this point, it was hard to recall a time when Becky was protesting it, instead of doing the same thing, right alongside her. Or a time when they disagreed about anything; now, they stuck together, no matter what. It’s what they’d had to do to get through school, and their time bouncing through orphanages to the point where they didn’t even know if they were in the same city where they had started off. They knew it was naughty, playing with their toys that way, but, on the other hand, why not enjoy their diapers? It wasn’t like they were ever going to be big enough to wear anything else!

“I don’t think we can,” the man said, giving them each a kiss on the top of the head, much different than the one he’d given to the woman, though the girls knew it was a kind far more suited to toddlers like them, the only kind either one of them could hope to get. “Welcome to the family, girls.”

“Fank yew, Daddy,” Barbie hugged the man’s leg, Becky the one to parrot her this time, wrapping herself around the man’s other leg.

“I can’t believe how lucky we are,” their new Mommy beamed. “They’re absolutely perfect babies… It’s like it’s what they were made for.”

A part of Barbie wanted to reject that notion, but the rest of her knew that, at least now, it was absolutely true. Whatever she may have been before, all she knew now was how to be the best baby she could be, just like her sister… And they both were going to be doing that for the rest of their lives.

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The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 10

Natalie’s heart thumped in her chest as she saw the hallway zooming past, recalling both how easy the walk was for her normally, and how long it had taken her this time, all of that effort now going to waste as she was pulled back. Once they went into her lab, Emily would definitely not let her back out of her sight… And there was a decent chance that she’d give her a spanking, possibly right in front of Mira, if the other woman cared enough to stick around to watch.

In the heat of the moment, there wasn’t much that she could do, her shrunken body helpless next to the fully grown Amazon, her words silenced by the locked pacifier, whatever maturity Mira might possibly have been willing to attribute to a little negated by the messy diaper she was wearing – and thank goodness she had no idea what else Natalie had done in it! There were very few options left open her, and even less that might actually help, rather than make it worse.

Trying to make Mira notice the pacifier wouldn’t do any harm, though there was no guarantee it would work… Kicking Mira would certainly get her attention, but it might be so that she could deliver a spanking herself. Maybe she’d see Natalie gesticulating wildly at her paci before putting the girl over her lap… Maybe not.

They were both too risky. There was really only one thing she could do, and even that could easily fail to accomplish anything in the long run, yet she had to try. She stopped resisting, stopped pulling futilely back against Mira’s hand, stopped dragging her feet and just let go. She dropped like a rock to the floor, squeaking as she landed hard on her mushy diaper, cheeks turning a bit red as she thought back to the bathroom stall, her free hand wanting badly to return to her padding and start to rub again, tempting her scientific mind with the question of whether it would feel the same this time, or if maybe it would finally gross her out the way she felt like it ought to, if she really was the grown-up she’d thought she was for so long.

That definitely wasn’t going to help her cause of proving to Mira that she was worthy of listening to… And she couldn’t afford to get distracted anyway. That was the whole point of her trip to the bathroom! And, thanks to that trip, she was able to tamp down that desire, for now, even if the fact she was feeling it at all was already pretty humiliating.

“What are you doing?” Mira rolled her eyes, Natalie’s dead weight enough to stop her in her tracks for a second. “Come on, I do not have time for this right now, you little brat!” She yanked on Natalie’s arm, the smaller woman’s eyes widening when that was almost enough to lift her to her feet, to totally negate her resistance… But not quite. Her bottom popped off the floor, then plopped back down, squishing the contents of her diaper once more beneath her wiggling posterior.

Mira started to drag her, the slick plastic of her diaper sliding across the linoleum floor without much resistance, Natalie again feeling a pit in her stomach, thinking she’d been defeated… Thankfully, she was so small that, on her butt, she was forcing Mira to bend over, which apparently was an uncomfortable enough position to force Mira to abandon that after a few steps.

“Just get up!” she ordered, turning, reaching out for Natalie’s other hand. Natalie didn’t know if Mira just wanted to pull her back up onto her feet, or pick her up to carry her the rest of the way; whatever the case may have been, Natalie jumped on the opportunity she’d been given, pointing desperately at her mouth, and the pacifier blocking it.

“Yes, I see it,” Mira sighed. “Very cute… I can only imagine how much more annoying this would be if I had to hear you.” She mumbled the last bit under her breath, catching Natalie’s flailing hand and dragging her to her feet with it, then sliding one hand beneath her sagging diaper, picking her up off the ground.

Natalie gasped, feeling the beautiful woman’s touch on her stinky padding, making what she’d done it it seem so much more shameful, somehow, then getting effortlessly lifted up, rested against her hip, her face level with Mira’s ample cleavage to provide further proof of just how much more of an adult she was compared to Natalie.

The tiny scientist kicked her feet, whimpering, recognizing her time was almost up. From here, there was even less she could do, less chances for her to affect what was going on, less hope of escaping her fate. In one final, last-ditch effort, she grabbed the pacifier’s ring with her now free hands, trusting Mira’s grip on her to keep her from falling, tugging with all her might.

Would it matter? Would Mira care? Or would it simply make her more grateful that it was there? Natalie knew Mira saw her struggling, could tell her eyes were watching, and that she was smirking… It was really starting to feel like it was solely the latter, that Mira had no remorse in letting her suffer in silence to preserve her peace and quiet, as the door to Natalie’s lab loomed larger and larger in her vision, amplifying her yanking, the paci stubbornly staying in place…

“Fine,” Mira shook her head, standing still. “What do you have to say this badly?”

She brushed Natalie’s hands aside, giving the pacifier’s ring a twist, sliding it out of her mouth, letting it dangle from her finger, ready to go back in at a moment’s notice. Natalie blushed, seeing a line of drool drip from it onto the floor, seemingly miles below her, evidence that she’d been using the thing, not just enduring it, although maybe, if she was lucky, Mira would assume it was from her attempting to speak, not sucking on it. “You’d better not make me regret this,” Mira warned. “What do you want, Barbie?”

“I’m not Bawbie!” Natalie protested, wincing at her voice, having almost forgotten what had happened to it, in the midst of everything else. Even to herself, she sounded like a whiny, lisping toddler, which was not going to help her convince anyone of her true identity… Nor would the load in her diaper that she knew there was no way Mira hadn’t felt while holding her – as if she hadn’t already been aware of it – or the memory of how else she’d used the padding, both in the bathroom, and last night on her rocking horse.

A sense of despair washed over her, shame coloring her cheeks. Could she really do this? Could she reveal her true identity to Mira, after everything that had happened to her?

“You aren’t, huh?” Mira raised an eyebrow. “Then who are you?”

This was it, the moment of truth… Natalie looked longingly at her paci, well aware that, with it, she wouldn’t even have the option of talking to Mira, but still missing the comfort of it filling up her mouth, letting her nurse it whenever she wanted…

“I should have known this would be pointless,” Mira grumbled, beginning to lift the pacifier, aiming it back at Natalie’s waiting mouth. If things had gone differently, Natalie could see herself being unable to resist, opening up willingly for it, mindlessly starting to suck it again, then having it locked back into place, squandering her opportunity.

That wasn’t what happened, however. “I’m Natawie!” she blurted out, just in time, paci inches away from her face.

“Yeah, right,” Mira scoffed… But she let the pacifier stay there, outside the other woman’s mouth. “That’s your aunt, remember?”

“No!” Natalie shook her head. “Miwa, it’s me!”

She anticipated more resistance; fortunately, she could already spot a frown, a hint of recognition. “Did she tell you my name?” Mira asked. “I don’t think I said it when…”

“You didn’t!” Natalie was happy to confirm. “And she didn’t! I know it ’cause we wowk togethew! I pwomise, Miwa, it’s me!”

Mira shifted her grip on Natalie, moving her from her hip to in front of her, hands beneath the girl’s armpits, dangling her in the air as she examined her from head to toe, Natalie’s dirty diaper, and the shirt that did nothing to hide it, feeling more obvious and damning than ever.

“You do look like her,” Mira admitted, Natalie’s hopes lifting, only to be dashed a moment later. “You are her niece, though, so I suppose that’s to be expected.”

“No!” Natalie insisted. “She’s not me! That’s my sistew! We’we twins!”

“Twins, huh? How convenient,” Mira smirked.

“Look at my haiw!” Natalie raised her hand, winding a strand of it around her fingers, glad she was clear-headed enough to think to mention it.

Would that have worked on Ambrose? As much as she enjoyed talking to him, she wasn’t sure she could count on him to accurately recall what her usual hairstyle was. Mira, on the other hand…

“Hmm,” she frowned, leaning it a bit closer. “I did think it was odd that Natalie suddenly decided to take an interest in what she looked like…”

It was a burn, though Natalie couldn’t tell if Mira meant it that way or not; perhaps she didn’t even realize she was speaking out loud, just thought she was musing to herself. It wasn’t that Natalie didn’t care about her appearance – she definitely considered it every time she ran into Mira in the halls – she simply didn’t make the time to go get her hair styled or colored the way that Emily clearly did.

“And this does look a lot like Natalie’s hair did yesterday.” Natalie nodded, encouraging her conclusion. “But it doesn’t prove anything.”

“I knew youw name, too!” Natalie reminded her. “And I wemembew evewything ewse… Do you want me to teww you about the time I awmost spiwwed aww my food on you in the cafetewia?”

Mira tilted her head. Natalie had been distracted, thinking through her calculations, and hadn’t noticed the other woman standing in her path… She’d barely noticed it was time for lunch, she was so close to cracking the formula. “That is interesting,” Mira admitted. “I don’t know why your aunt would decide to tell you that story… Although, maybe she wanted to explain why I was so frustrated with her today,
or…”

“No!” Natalie groaned. This could keep going forever, but the longer it did, the more chance there was of Emily seeing she was gone and coming to look for her. All she’d have to do was open the door, and here they would be, waiting for her. “It’s me!”

“Okay,” Mira said. “Let’s say that’s all true…”

“It is!” Natalie whined.

“Sure,” Mira sounded unconvinced… But closer than she had been. “If it is, then how did you become… this? As far as I know, you weren’t in diapers when I saw you yesterday, and you were definitely a bit taller.”

This was going better than Natalie had expected, or, rather, feared. Mira could easily have ignored her altogether, or written her claims off as the overactive imagination of an excitable little, but she hadn’t, not completely. Now, she had another test in front of her.

How much did she really want to tell Mira? She’d seen some of the other woman’s work, and she was as brilliant as she was gorgeous… From what she’d heard some of the other scientists saying, however, not everyone felt the same, and she hadn’t come up with anything as revolutionary as Natalie’s discovery – not many people had. It would be the perfect thing for her to use to prove herself…

Would she do that, though? Would she stoop to stealing Natalie’s work? Natalie stared up into the woman’s eyes, uncertain. She wanted to think she could trust her, but was that only because she was her only hope, or did she have a reason for it?

“Well, Barbie?” Mira asked, her use of the fake name pointed, making Natalie squirm and blush. “People don’t just shrink…”

If she lied, would Mira see through her? Would her making up some story confirm to her that there was more to this than whatever Natalie claimed? Natalie was in an incredibly perilous position here, totally at Mira’s mercy… Was it worth running the risk of Mira taking credit for her breakthrough if it got her out of her sister’s clutches, and kept Emily from using the formula for her own plans?

“W-Well…” Natalie gulped, running through all of that in her head, struggling to make sense of it, to come to a conclusion. “If you want to know the truth…”

She kicked her feet, dangling in front of Mira helplessly. What was she going to say?!

“…This was a total accident. I don’t know how it happened, something went wrong in my lab yesterday! I don’t think there’s any way to recreate it, but my sister is trying to find a way so she can sell it!”

“…My sister did it! I don’t know what she did, but she turned me into this! If we don’t do something, who knows what she’ll do with it!”

“…I’ve been working on finding a way to do this for a while, and I got it right, but my sister used it on me last night, and now we have to stop her!”

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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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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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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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The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 5

“Honestly,” Emily said, “as fussy as you’ve been, I can’t imagine you’ll just go to bed straight away, will you? And you do have a lot to do tomorrow…”

Natalie couldn’t exactly deny that; the pacifier kept her from saying anything intelligible at all, obviously. Even if she could have, she wasn’t sure she would, since it was probably true. She wouldn’t consider herself ‘fussy’, especially when the things she was upset about were perfectly understandable, and justifiable, but she doubted that she was capable of simply falling asleep after that evening… Not to mention the fact that it was still quite early.

“Fortunately for you,” Emily scooped Natalie up suddenly, earning a muffled squeak of surprise, “I have just the thing!”

One hand on her sister’s padded bottom, patting softly, she carried her through the sophisticated living room of her apartment, back to her office. It was intended as a spare bedroom, so it was decently sized, certainly now that it had no bed, with a desk and chair, and a whole variety of other things scattered around. Unlike the living room, and the kitchen Natalie had seen from there, which were impeccably clean, the office was a bit of a mess.

“Ah, good,” Emily smiled. “I was pretty sure this was still here… A company sent me a sample of this, to see if I might want to use it in my daycares. I hadn’t quite decided yet… Maybe you can help me out.”

She set Natalie down on the back of a wooden rocking horse, quickly buckling the attached ankle straps into place, holding the little scientist down in the saddle, keeping her from being able to get away. Nat whimpered, wiggling her feet uselessly, listening to the chains jingling.

Other than the restraints, however, the horse didn’t look like anything special – and she wouldn’t be surprised if even the restraints weren’t that unusual. She hadn’t spent much time in little nurseries, but she could imagine there were all kinds of ‘safety measures’ like those, if not worse. It seemed well-made enough, though she wasn’t sure why Emily would need a sample, if it was just like any other rocking horse, some of which Emily surely already had.

“Saddle up,” Emily chuckled. “I have a feeling this is something you’ve needed for a while now… At least, you haven’t mentioned any new boyfriends – or girlfriends? – to me lately. I bet it will do you a world of good.”

Natalie looked up at her, confused, as the other woman pulled out her phone, tapping and swiping for a few moments before, out of nowhere, something began to happen. Natalie gasped, cheeks darkening, as she felt the saddle between her legs start to vibrate, buzzing softly, although, through the crinkling of her diaper as she squirmed in surprise, you could barely hear it.

The ankle cuffs were low enough to ensure she could wriggle too far away from the saddle, couldn’t escape what was happening, try as she might. She groaned, nibbling nervously on the pacifier, her struggles only making the horse bob happily back and forth, like she was playing with it like any toddler might play with any other rocking horse.

Inside her diaper, on the other hand… She didn’t want to think about it, to acknowledge how incredible it felt, even through the wet diaper, perhaps even because of the wet diaper. It probably helped, honestly… The previously thick, stiff padding might have protected her a little, but now that it had bunched up a bit as it soaked in her accident, she had to imagine it was a completely different experience.

And Emily was right… It had been a long time since she’d been on a date, or spent the night with anyone. She’d been concentrating on her secret project for quite a while, with no time to think about a relationship when she was trying to work out how to make it work. She had her own vibrator, of course, far smaller and more discrete than this, but, as she’d gotten closer to success, even that had been neglected as she worked late into the night on her laptop, planning out what she was going to do the next day in the lab. And that ride in the car seat hadn’t helped matters, either, had left her right on the edge…

So, really, it was cheating. She didn’t actually like it as much as it felt like she did… Any other time, she could have controlled herself. The humiliation of her situation was enough to make her whimper and shake her head, to attempt to deny it… Feeling it buzzing through the padding, however, sending waves of pleasure through her, there wasn’t much she could do.

“There we go,” Emily laughed, as Natalie finally gave in, sliding herself forward, deeper into the saddle, rather than her futile attempts to escape it, the horse gladly accepting her weight, rocking forward, then back, the vibrations becoming more intense in different parts of her diaper as it went, though never fully stopping anywhere.

Natalie blushed, shook her head, the sound of her sister’s voice reminding her of what was going on. She couldn’t do this! She was a grown woman, an Amazon, a scientist… She couldn’t let herself orgasm in a soggy diaper like some little! Not that she thought all littles liked that, or did that… There were definitely some who did, however, and most people who did that sort of thing were littles…

Was Emily seriously going to put these in her daycares?! She was so jealous of the people who stayed there… Wait, no, that wasn’t what she was thinking! She moaned, fighting to clear her head, the horse still bobbing along, making her feel like she was eagerly humping the saddle without having to do anything herself. Once it had started, there was really no stopping it, no escaping it… She could see littles being put on these, then having them used as evidence for how they truly did love their diapers after all, despite having no way to prevent what was about to happen…

And then, in a mortifyingly short amount of time, it was over. Her toes curled, her back arched, eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed forward against the horse’s carved mane, feeling the saddle switch off, the rocking slowly return to normal. The rider tried to do the same, but the feeling that had swept over her was not quite like anything she’d ever experienced, and she was having a very hard time processing it.

“Well?” Emily asked, reaching over and removing the pacifier with a smirk. “How was it?”

Answering that was the last thing Natalie wanted to do. She panted, trying to catch her breath, face red while she squirmed on the saddle, hating how very different her padding felt now, pinned between her and the wood beneath her.

“Did you like it?” Emily brushed a strand of sweaty hair out of Natalie’s face. Natalie looked away, shaking her head bashfully, only for her sister to catch her chin, lifting it up to stare her in the eyes. “Are you fibbing, Natty? Come on, this is very serious market research… You can tell me.”

Natalie shook her head again, whining a pitiful, “Nooo,” that was more a plea not to have to say any more than an answer to the woman’s question.

“At least tell me what happened,” Emily said. “What did you do, Natty? Did you make your diapers all sticky?”

Natalie wanted to deny it, but her padding was definitely much warmer now. “Y-Yeah,” she admitted reluctantly.

“You did?!” Emily acted shocked. “Natalie! Only little babies do that! I thought you were a big girl! Is that not true?”

“I-I am!” Natalie insisted, although she’d never felt less like one than she did in this moment, being teased as she sat, still restrained, atop the rocking horse that had given her what was – if she was being truthful – the most intense orgasm of her life. She hated that it had happened like this, while she was in a diaper, tried to reason that it was a combination of how long she’d been single, and the relief of all the tension that had been building up over the course of the night… But none of that changed the way it had made her feel.

“You are?” Emily smirked, her tone no doubt the same one she used with clients at her daycares, making Natalie feel even smaller, weaker.

“Y-Yeah,” Natalie nodded uncertainly. “I-I’m a big girl…”

She expected Emily to push back, to deny it, and she didn’t know if she’d have the strength to resist, but, to her surprise, that didn’t happen. “Well, I’m glad to hear that,” she said instead. “Because I’m sure a big girl understands the economics of her situation… These diapers are expensive, after all, and no matter how sticky you made them, it doesn’t look like they’re ready for a change yet…”

Oh, no, Natalie thought. Was she going to be put to bed like this after all, have to spend the night in this soggy, slick reminder of the indignity she’d been subjected to?!

“So I’m sure you won’t mind this at all.” Natalie was pushed forward on the saddle, felt a hand reaching into her diaper, sliding underneath her. She gasped, eyes widening, as something was slipped inside of her, almost convinced she could feel it working its way further up as Emily extracted her arm, calmly walking to her desk to clean herself off with some baby wipes, while she watched her sister wriggle on the rocking horse.

Had she just given her a suppository?! Natalie swallowed, squirming, her tummy rumbling as if in response. There was no way… That was too far, even for Emily!

“Don’t look so scared,” Emily chuckled. “You’ve already used your diaper for everything else, Natty… You might as well go that last mile.”

“No!” Natalie pouted. “I-I don’t wanna poop my pants!”

“Aww,” Emily bent over, tapping the other girl on the nose. “I bet you don’t! But you don’t have any choice, sweetie… That’s going to happen, one way or the other. The only real question here is how long you can hold it… If you really are a big girl, I bet you can last until you’re done again, and if that’s the case, I might just go ahead and change you before bed… If not, well… Babies sleep in messy diapers all the time, so you’d probably better get used to it sooner or later.”

“Wh-What?!” Natalie squeaked. She didn’t want to mess herself at all, much less spend the night like that! “Emily, please, no!” She was so upset, she almost forgot about what else Emily had said, about how, if she wanted to avoid that, she had to last until she was ‘done’… Until she felt the saddle begin to vibrate once more. “N-No!”

Despite her horror, she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking forward automatically, starting the rocking up. She kicked her feet, trying to stop it, knowing she was going to need all her concentration to keep from giving in to her suppository, not wanting to think about what would happen if she failed, and used her diaper again while the horse was still going, but her struggling just seemed to encourage it…

Even she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it. The buzzing between her legs was quite the distraction, after all… Perhaps she could try to race it, to hungrily hump away at the saddle and pray she could finish fast enough… But it was bad enough being in this situation in the first place; could she really debase herself that much, letting it look like she loved this even more than – whether she’d accepted it or not – she did, like she was turning into some kind of diaper slut…

She had no idea how strong the suppository was, however, how long it would take for it to fully kick in. If she didn’t go quickly, she might end up in a position where she had no choice, other than to fail… And wind up in something even more mortifying. Doing this in a wet diaper had been one thing… But what if Emily didn’t stop the horse after she used her diaper again?! She almost couldn’t comprehend that… How was she going to be able to look her former colleagues in the eyes tomorrow, much less ask them for help, if she knew she’d been doing that the night before?!

What was she going to do?! She didn’t know, but the intense feelings building up inside her let her know she didn’t have long to decide, or fate would. Will she…

Embrace the horse, and try to race her messy diaper?

Try to save her dignity, and almost certainly fill her pants first?

Or leave it up to chance?

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The Twins: The Other Side – Chapter 4

“Tomorrow,” Natalie decided, hoping she was making the right call. “Y-You should go tomorrow.”

Emily stared down at her, the smaller woman shifting in place, soggy diaper crinkling, feeling like her sister was trying to look through her, to read her mind, to discern if she was lying, if she was making some attempt to trick her… Then, after a few long, tense moments, Emily shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Natalie nodded. “We could probably get in now, but security is going to be a lot tighter, and we’d likely be the only people there, so all eyes would be on us.”

It wasn’t a lie, per se; whether or not the security guards would care what they were up to was another story. She doubted any of them would have a clue what anything in the lab was, or what it did. Of course, if they got suspicious, they might show the security tapes to somebody who did… But, since Natalie hadn’t told anyone what she was working on, she wasn’t sure how much that would matter, how that would help her.

If she could get away from Emily long enough to speak to one of the other scientists, however… That might be her only real chance to keep her sister from doing anything dastardly with the drug. There was no guarantee it would work, that Emily would be distracted long enough, or let Natalie out of her sight long enough, for her to do anything, but she had to try.

Or, at the very least, if the project she’d been working on for so long was slipping through her fingers either way, perhaps she could convince another scientist to start working on a way to reverse the effects. It would take them a long time, especially without her there to help, yet she’d definitely trust them over anyone Emily would hire to do the same… If Emily even bothered with that.

“Very good,” Emily patted her on the head condescendingly. “Such a smart girl!”

Natalie blushed, hating how sarcastic her sister sounded, when they both knew Nat truly was the smarter of the two… And hating how very much it didn’t feel like that was the case, as she sat there in only a soggy diaper, looking up at Emily, knowing that her fate was completely in the woman’s hands. She could try to out-think her, but, in the end, there was no guarantee that would make any difference… Emily could still do anything she wanted to her, and she was too small to stop it. And, more than likely, if she went to someone else for help, they’d believe Emily over her, simply because of their sizes.

“Well, in that case, you have a big day ahead of you, so I think we’d better get you back home, don’t you think? Littles need lots of rest.” Natalie started to agree to that, before she realized Emily probably didn’t mean Nat’s home… There was no way she’d just leave her there, to her own devices, overnight! Natalie didn’t know what she’d do, in that case, but she was definitely too valuable an asset to Emily for her to take that risk.

Natalie’s eyes widened as the pacifier was slid back into her mouth, starting to blubber out a plea that was quickly ignored, then silenced with the turning of the ring, signalling that, now that she’d gotten the information she wanted out of her, Emily didn’t care what she had to say. Natalie pouted as her sister picked her up, sliding her into the car seat she’d worked so hard to get installed for her.

It was soft, Nat had to admit, and not entirely uncomfortable… At least, not until Emily started to strap her in. It wasn’t too bad at first, as Emily bent forward, pulling the straps up around Natalie’s waist, no worse than a seatbelt, really. The shoulder straps weren’t awful, either, the padding on them keeping them from scratching against the bare skin of her chest… But then, Emily, with an evil grin, grabbed the last one, giving it a tug.

Natalie shook her head, mumbling unintelligibly behind her pacifier. She didn’t need that! Surely, Emily knew that… She was more than secure enough already! She started, unconsciously, nibbling on her paci from anxiety, only her sister’s smirk reminding her that, from the outside, there was no way for anyone to know she was doing that, and not sucking on it. And, since the pacifier was locked, she couldn’t let Emily know the truth, although, to be fair, she knew the more she insisted that she wasn’t doing something, the more it would look like she was.

“Better make this nice and snug!” Emily cooed, adjusting the strap. “We don’t want the baby falling out and hurting herself!”

“I won’t!” Natalie fumed, just making her pacifier bob up and down more. “I’m not going anywhere!”

Emily chuckled, her hand moving towards the paci, for a moment giving Nat a glint of hope at the idea that, maybe, she was going to release it. Instead, she gave it a playful tap. “You really like this, don’t you?” she teased. “I always thought you talked so much because you wanted to sound smart… Was it actually because you wanted someone to give you one of these to shut you up?”

Natalie glared at her grumpily, then squeaked as Emily snapped the crotch strap into place. She looked down, cheeks red, seeing it pressing against the white plastic of her diapers, bulging out on either side of it. She squirmed – as much as she was able, now that all the restraints were in place – and blushed even harder, the strap relentlessly holding her soggy padding in place, making it rub against her…

“That always does the trick,” Emily said, dashing any hopes Natalie had that she was going to be able to pretend this wasn’t happening. “Whether it makes them try to keep still, or whether they’re trying to pretend they don’t like it, so they try to keep the grown-ups from noticing how much more they’re squirming, this always calms down even the fussiest little.”

Natalie shook her head, fighting to keep herself from wiggling, not wanting her sister to think she was the latter from her pair of examples, but even the smallest movement was all it took. It didn’t help that she’d been so busy with her project lately, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d been on a date, much less slept with someone… As mortifying as this version of intimacy was, it was the closest she’d been for quite a while…

Automatically, she slid down in the seat, away from Emily, as the bigger woman laughed at her, only making things worse for herself, since there was nowhere for her to go, biting down harder on her paci as she struggled to ignore the growing tingle between her legs. Emily must really think she was pathetic… She had no doubt Emily had been on plenty of dates recently, that she’d never be reduced to this, certainly not so quickly, so easily…

“Maybe I should bring that in and let you sleep in it,” Emily mused. “Would you like that?” Natalie shook her head again, blushing bright red, imagining spending an entire night like this… “Someone’s a little liar!” Emily chanted. “You’re lucky I gave you that paci… If you’d tried to tell me that out loud, I might have to wash your mouth out with soap for that fib!”

Thankfully, she finally stepped back after that, closed the door. Whimpering, Natalie tried to push the button on the car seat’s restraints, but, like her paci, and her diaper, it was made to keep anyone her size from being able to use it. She was completely trapped, completely at her sister’s mercy.

In a way, the car seat was actually a mercy; the sides were high enough to block a lot of her view of the road outside, making it easier for her to pretend that nobody else could look in the window and see her there, in all her glory. Of course, that didn’t mean it was impossible… If the car beside them was in the right spot, they could still catch a glimpse.

The first time she noticed somebody staring, she squeaked, tried to cover herself, her hands unsure of whether to move towards her bare chest, or her damp diaper, which, in their confusion, gave the ‘tweener man in the next car plenty of time to see both. She hoped the humiliation of that would be enough to at least help her ignore the feelings building up inside of her the next time the car went over a bump, yet, if anything, it only amplified them.

She almost wondered if Emily was intentionally aiming for every speedbump and pothole there was, jolting the car up and down when she saw that Natalie was trying her hardest to stay still. She was certain it wouldn’t have been as bad if she hadn’t wet her diaper, but had she really had a choice there? She sucked harder and harder on her paci, fighting the urge to wriggle and writhe and grind… She refused to do that in her diaper, especially not in a car, where anyone could see her… And where Emily definitely would, since she’d hear the plastic crinkling, and would just need to glance up at her rear-view mirror to watch the show…

By the time they got to the parking garage of Emily’s building, Natalie was feeling pretty frazzled, and frustrated, the liberal speedbumps inside not helping one bit. “Look at how red your face is!” Emily giggled as she opened the door to get the shrunken woman out. “It’s too bad this car seat is such a pain to get installed, or I really might let you spend the night in it!”

Natalie released a sigh of relief – and, if she was being honest, some degree of regret – when Emily pushed the button on her restraints, their snug grip loosening, letting her be lifted out, rested on her sister’s hip, the woman’s hand firmly on the squishy seat of her diaper. “Don’t be sad, Natty,” Emily mocked. “You’ll get another ride tomorrow!”

Natalie pressed hard to Emily’s side as she was carried through the parking garage, not wanting anyone to see her. Once they were in the apartment building, however, Emily set her down, took her by the hand, leaving only one arm for Natalie to cover herself with as she was forced to toddle down the hall in her droopy diaper.

Of course, nobody gave her a second look, unless it was so they could tell Emily what a cute baby she had. She might be more top-heavy than the average little, but her size, and the padding around her waist, was enough to make the sight of her seem normal, the kind of thing most people saw every day, and never questioned. Nobody cared if a little ran around in just a diaper… So long as they had that diaper on, so they wouldn’t make a mess. She made a token attempt to hide her chest, though, with one arm, she knew it wasn’t going to make much of a difference….

They’d almost made it to Emily’s apartment, to privacy – or at least as much as she was going to be getting – when Natalie heard a squeal, followed by a loud, “Oh, my God!” She turned her head nervously, not sure what to expect, a small part of her hoping somebody had, finally, realized she wasn’t a regular little, although she didn’t know what they’d be able to do about it.

Instead, she saw an Amazon, tall – made even taller by the high heels she was wearing – and thin, except for the ample bosom fighting to escape the tiny, bubblegum pink dress she was wearing. From Natalie’s vantage point, it was hard to miss the fact that, beneath her rather short skirt, the girl wasn’t wearing any panties.

She didn’t have long to think about that, however, before the girl bent down, likely revealing that fact to the entire hallway behind her, her breasts nearly spilling out of the plunging neckline of her dress and into Natalie’s face. “You got a baby! I am, like, sooo happy for you!” the girl pinched Natalie’s cheeks before bouncing up straight again. “She is so cute!”

“I thought so,” Emily smiled. “Don’t you think she looks a little like me, too? That’s why I finally made the leap… She seemed perfect.”

The girl bent over again, staring hard at Natalie, who squirmed uncomfortably, wondering what her sister’s game was. “Oh, my God, you’re totally right!” the girl said after a moment. “I am such a ditz, I didn’t even notice!”

“Oh, that’s not true,” Emily told her, in a tone that made it obvious – at least to Natalie – that she didn’t really think that. “Maybe the resemblance isn’t as strong as I thought.”

“Well, she’s adorable either way!” Natalie squeaked as the girl grabbed her into a hug suddenly, squeezing her hard against her chest. “If you ever need a babysitter, I’d love to look after her!” The girl grinned, then, a couple moments later, shook her head. “Oh, but you’d probably leave her at one of your daycares, wouldn’t you? Duh!”

“You never know,” Emily shrugged, smirking as she saw how much Natalie was blushing. “I might take you up on that sometime… For now, I’d better get her to bed. It was nice to see you, Candi!”

“Bye-bye!” Candi waved, blowing a kiss down to Natalie.

“She’s such an air-headed little bimbo,” Emily commented, as soon as they were in her apartment. “The only reason she hasn’t flunked out of college is because her daddy is paying off the school, just like he’s paying for her place here. I’m sure she’d be a wonderful babysitter, though!”

Natalie couldn’t help imagining being left in the girl’s care, having to answer to somebody so much stupider than her, not to mention younger… She tried not to react, knowing that was what Emily wanted, yet she still felt her cheeks warming slightly.

“I wonder if she even knows how to change a diaper,” Emily pondered. “I guess it doesn’t matter… I designed these so you can stay in them quite a while!” She gave the back of Natalie’s diaper a swat. “Speaking of, you’ve barely even used this! It’s basically a waste to change you out of it already…”

Natalie stared up at her pitifully from behind her pacifier. She wasn’t going to make her go to bed in an already soggy diaper, was she? She wasn’t sure she could think of anything more embarrassing than that, than knowing she was going to have to wake up in a wet diaper, as if she’d used her diaper in the night…

Of course, that was purely because of a lack of imagination on her part. There were plenty more, worse, things Emily could do to her instead… But what was her sister going to choose?

Will Emily…

Help Natalie use her diaper some more, to earn a change?

Help Natalie use her diaper some more, then put her to bed?

Give Natalie a ride on a special rocking horse, to tire her out for bedtime?

Give Natalie a spanking, to help her remember who is in charge?

Or just put her to bed after all?

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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 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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