CYOA: The Twins: The Other Side - Chapter 2 (Story) (Patreon)

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?