CYOA: The Twins: The Other Side - Chapter 10 (Story) (Patreon)

Natalie's heart thumped in her chest as she saw the hallway zooming past, recalling both how easy the walk was for her normally, and how long it had taken her this time, all of that effort now going to waste as she was pulled back. Once they went into her lab, Emily would definitely not let her back out of her sight... And there was a decent chance that she'd give her a spanking, possibly right in front of Mira, if the other woman cared enough to stick around to watch.

In the heat of the moment, there wasn't much that she could do, her shrunken body helpless next to the fully grown Amazon, her words silenced by the locked pacifier, whatever maturity Mira might possibly have been willing to attribute to a little negated by the messy diaper she was wearing - and thank goodness she had no idea what else Natalie had done in it! There were very few options left open her, and even less that might actually help, rather than make it worse.

Trying to make Mira notice the pacifier wouldn't do any harm, though there was no guarantee it would work... Kicking Mira would certainly get her attention, but it might be so that she could deliver a spanking herself. Maybe she'd see Natalie gesticulating wildly at her paci before putting the girl over her lap... Maybe not.

They were both too risky. There was really only one thing she could do, and even that could easily fail to accomplish anything in the long run, yet she had to try. She stopped resisting, stopped pulling futilely back against Mira's hand, stopped dragging her feet and just let go. She dropped like a rock to the floor, squeaking as she landed hard on her mushy diaper, cheeks turning a bit red as she thought back to the bathroom stall, her free hand wanting badly to return to her padding and start to rub again, tempting her scientific mind with the question of whether it would feel the same this time, or if maybe it would finally gross her out the way she felt like it ought to, if she really was the grown-up she'd thought she was for so long.

That definitely wasn't going to help her cause of proving to Mira that she was worthy of listening to... And she couldn't afford to get distracted anyway. That was the whole point of her trip to the bathroom! And, thanks to that trip, she was able to tamp down that desire, for now, even if the fact she was feeling it at all was already pretty humiliating.

"What are you doing?" Mira rolled her eyes, Natalie's dead weight enough to stop her in her tracks for a second. "Come on, I do not have time for this right now, you little brat!" She yanked on Natalie's arm, the smaller woman's eyes widening when that was almost enough to lift her to her feet, to totally negate her resistance... But not quite. Her bottom popped off the floor, then plopped back down, squishing the contents of her diaper once more beneath her wiggling posterior.

Mira started to drag her, the slick plastic of her diaper sliding across the linoleum floor without much resistance, Natalie again feeling a pit in her stomach, thinking she'd been defeated... Thankfully, she was so small that, on her butt, she was forcing Mira to bend over, which apparently was an uncomfortable enough position to force Mira to abandon that after a few steps.

"Just get up!" she ordered, turning, reaching out for Natalie's other hand. Natalie didn't know if Mira just wanted to pull her back up onto her feet, or pick her up to carry her the rest of the way; whatever the case may have been, Natalie jumped on the opportunity she'd been given, pointing desperately at her mouth, and the pacifier blocking it.

"Yes, I see it," Mira sighed. "Very cute... I can only imagine how much more annoying this would be if I had to hear you." She mumbled the last bit under her breath, catching Natalie's flailing hand and dragging her to her feet with it, then sliding one hand beneath her sagging diaper, picking her up off the ground.

Natalie gasped, feeling the beautiful woman's touch on her stinky padding, making what she'd done it it seem so much more shameful, somehow, then getting effortlessly lifted up, rested against her hip, her face level with Mira's ample cleavage to provide further proof of just how much more of an adult she was compared to Natalie.

The tiny scientist kicked her feet, whimpering, recognizing her time was almost up. From here, there was even less she could do, less chances for her to affect what was going on, less hope of escaping her fate. In one final, last-ditch effort, she grabbed the pacifier's ring with her now free hands, trusting Mira's grip on her to keep her from falling, tugging with all her might.

Would it matter? Would Mira care? Or would it simply make her more grateful that it was there? Natalie knew Mira saw her struggling, could tell her eyes were watching, and that she was smirking... It was really starting to feel like it was solely the latter, that Mira had no remorse in letting her suffer in silence to preserve her peace and quiet, as the door to Natalie's lab loomed larger and larger in her vision, amplifying her yanking, the paci stubbornly staying in place...

"Fine," Mira shook her head, standing still. "What do you have to say this badly?"

She brushed Natalie's hands aside, giving the pacifier's ring a twist, sliding it out of her mouth, letting it dangle from her finger, ready to go back in at a moment's notice. Natalie blushed, seeing a line of drool drip from it onto the floor, seemingly miles below her, evidence that she'd been using the thing, not just enduring it, although maybe, if she was lucky, Mira would assume it was from her attempting to speak, not sucking on it. "You'd better not make me regret this," Mira warned. "What do you want, Barbie?"

"I'm not Bawbie!" Natalie protested, wincing at her voice, having almost forgotten what had happened to it, in the midst of everything else. Even to herself, she sounded like a whiny, lisping toddler, which was not going to help her convince anyone of her true identity... Nor would the load in her diaper that she knew there was no way Mira hadn't felt while holding her - as if she hadn't already been aware of it - or the memory of how else she'd used the padding, both in the bathroom, and last night on her rocking horse.

A sense of despair washed over her, shame coloring her cheeks. Could she really do this? Could she reveal her true identity to Mira, after everything that had happened to her?

"You aren't, huh?" Mira raised an eyebrow. "Then who are you?"

This was it, the moment of truth... Natalie looked longingly at her paci, well aware that, with it, she wouldn't even have the option of talking to Mira, but still missing the comfort of it filling up her mouth, letting her nurse it whenever she wanted... 

"I should have known this would be pointless," Mira grumbled, beginning to lift the pacifier, aiming it back at Natalie's waiting mouth. If things had gone differently, Natalie could see herself being unable to resist, opening up willingly for it, mindlessly starting to suck it again, then having it locked back into place, squandering her opportunity.

That wasn't what happened, however. "I'm Natawie!" she blurted out, just in time, paci inches away from her face.

"Yeah, right," Mira scoffed... But she let the pacifier stay there, outside the other woman's mouth. "That's your aunt, remember?"

"No!" Natalie shook her head. "Miwa, it's me!"

She anticipated more resistance; fortunately, she could already spot a frown, a hint of recognition. "Did she tell you my name?" Mira asked. "I don't think I said it when..."

"You didn't!" Natalie was happy to confirm. "And she didn't! I know it 'cause we wowk togethew! I pwomise, Miwa, it's me!"

Mira shifted her grip on Natalie, moving her from her hip to in front of her, hands beneath the girl's armpits, dangling her in the air as she examined her from head to toe, Natalie's dirty diaper, and the shirt that did nothing to hide it, feeling more obvious and damning than ever.

"You do look like her," Mira admitted, Natalie's hopes lifting, only to be dashed a moment later. "You are her niece, though, so I suppose that's to be expected."

"No!" Natalie insisted. "She's not me! That's my sistew! We'we twins!"

"Twins, huh? How convenient," Mira smirked. 

"Look at my haiw!" Natalie raised her hand, winding a strand of it around her fingers, glad she was clear-headed enough to think to mention it. 

Would that have worked on Ambrose? As much as she enjoyed talking to him, she wasn't sure she could count on him to accurately recall what her usual hairstyle was. Mira, on the other hand... 

"Hmm," she frowned, leaning it a bit closer. "I did think it was odd that Natalie suddenly decided to take an interest in what she looked like..."

It was a burn, though Natalie couldn't tell if Mira meant it that way or not; perhaps she didn't even realize she was speaking out loud, just thought she was musing to herself. It wasn't that Natalie didn't care about her appearance - she definitely considered it every time she ran into Mira in the halls - she simply didn't make the time to go get her hair styled or colored the way that Emily clearly did.

"And this does look a lot like Natalie's hair did yesterday." Natalie nodded, encouraging her conclusion. "But it doesn't prove anything."

"I knew youw name, too!" Natalie reminded her. "And I wemembew evewything ewse... Do you want me to teww you about the time I awmost spiwwed aww my food on you in the cafetewia?"

Mira tilted her head. Natalie had been distracted, thinking through her calculations, and hadn't noticed the other woman standing in her path... She'd barely noticed it was time for lunch, she was so close to cracking the formula. "That is interesting," Mira admitted. "I don't know why your aunt would decide to tell you that story... Although, maybe she wanted to explain why I was so frustrated with her today,

 or..."

"No!" Natalie groaned. This could keep going forever, but the longer it did, the more chance there was of Emily seeing she was gone and coming to look for her. All she'd have to do was open the door, and here they would be, waiting for her. "It's me!"

"Okay," Mira said. "Let's say that's all true..."

"It is!" Natalie whined.

"Sure," Mira sounded unconvinced... But closer than she had been. "If it is, then how did you become... this? As far as I know, you weren't in diapers when I saw you yesterday, and you were definitely a bit taller."

This was going better than Natalie had expected, or, rather, feared. Mira could easily have ignored her altogether, or written her claims off as the overactive imagination of an excitable little, but she hadn't, not completely. Now, she had another test in front of her.

How much did she really want to tell Mira? She'd seen some of the other woman's work, and she was as brilliant as she was gorgeous... From what she'd heard some of the other scientists saying, however, not everyone felt the same, and she hadn't come up with anything as revolutionary as Natalie's discovery - not many people had. It would be the perfect thing for her to use to prove herself...

Would she do that, though? Would she stoop to stealing Natalie's work? Natalie stared up into the woman's eyes, uncertain. She wanted to think she could trust her, but was that only because she was her only hope, or did she have a reason for it? 

"Well, Barbie?" Mira asked, her use of the fake name pointed, making Natalie squirm and blush. "People don't just shrink..."

If she lied, would Mira see through her? Would her making up some story confirm to her that there was more to this than whatever Natalie claimed? Natalie was in an incredibly perilous position here, totally at Mira's mercy... Was it worth running the risk of Mira taking credit for her breakthrough if it got her out of her sister's clutches, and kept Emily from using the formula for her own plans?

"W-Well..." Natalie gulped, running through all of that in her head, struggling to make sense of it, to come to a conclusion. "If you want to know the truth..."

She kicked her feet, dangling in front of Mira helplessly. What was she going to say?!

"...This was a total accident. I don't know how it happened, something went wrong in my lab yesterday! I don't think there's any way to recreate it, but my sister is trying to find a way so she can sell it!"

"...My sister did it! I don't know what she did, but she turned me into this! If we don't do something, who knows what she'll do with it!"

"...I've been working on finding a way to do this for a while, and I got it right, but my sister used it on me last night, and now we have to stop her!"