Published: July 12th 2021, 2:00:07 pm
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?