Published: July 26th 2021, 2:01:03 pm
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?