Published: May 30th 2021, 2:01:01 pm
"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?