Published: April 26th 2021, 2:01:02 pm
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?"