CYOA: The Twins: The Other Side - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

"I think that's it," Emily grinned, seeing the progress bar finally vanish. That final bit, as it sat there at 100%, had seemed eternal, but now, at last, it appeared to be done. She stretched, her back popping as she moved from the position she'd been sitting in for so long, keeping watch in case her sister had set up anything nasty to surprise her. "Could you have made it take any longer?"

There was no answer, though, of course, she'd hardly expected one, considering the pacifier locked into Natalie's mouth. Part of her experience with daycare told her she ought to turn around, to check on the shrunken woman, but what was the point? Emily hadn't seen anything too dangerous looking in the room, and Natalie was too little to get out on her own, so there was nothing to worry about. Natalie could sit and stew in her messy diaper for a few more minutes, while Emily confirmed that she had what she needed, and then they could be on their way.

She took out her phone, pulling up the picture she'd taken. The files were still sitting on Natalie's computer, too, so she could have compared the ones on the flash drive to that, but she stuck to her photo. She was glad she'd thought to take it before she let Natalie start working, so she knew the values on her phone were legit. There was always a chance Natalie thought, or hoped, she'd get sloppy, and set the files on the computer to change in some way before the operation, erasing vital information, in which case the ones on the flash drive would match the new sizes. 

It was possible that she'd done that anyway, in a way that didn't affect the file sizes, but there was only so much she could do to check that without this taking all day. If she stayed locked up in the lab the whole time, that was fine; unlike Natalie, however, she was eventually going to need to use the bathroom, perhaps multiple times if she was there long enough, and each time she left, she might run into somebody who knew Natalie and asked her something she didn't know the answer to, potentially blowing her cover.

"We're almost there," she told Natalie. "As long as you didn't pull any funny business, little lady, we can get out of here, and get you into a clean diaper. How about that?" Honestly, after everything she'd seen, she wasn't sure if that would entice Natalie or not... She'd given her some encouragement, obviously, but the girl was definitely learning to enjoy her diapers... "Maybe after another ride on your horsie, if you did a good job?"

She chuckled to herself, knowing how conflicted her sister must feel about that. It had been no secret how much she'd enjoyed what had happened with the rocking horse the night before, or how close she'd gotten to replicating it in her car seat on the way here, even in her messy diaper. It probably shouldn't have been a surprise... She spent so much time cooped up here, in the lab, that there was no way she was going on many dates. 

Emily hadn't decided, for sure, what she was going to do with Natalie after this yet. Would she let her keep searching for the reverse of this formula? While there were plenty of littles - or rival Amazons - who would love to bring someone bigger down to size, there were likely just as many littles who wanted to be big... Or, after this drug got out, former Amazons who would be willing to pay big bucks to go back to being big. 

Did she want to give littles that power? Did an Amazon who allowed themselves to be shrunken deserve to get their old size back? If they were willing to pay her enough, then maybe... And she could set the price to whatever she wanted. Or, perhaps, she could convince Natalie to find a way to make it temporary, to last just a couple hours, or a day, to give them a taste, and keep them coming back...

Now that she had Natalie's research, however, did she need her to do that? She had passed the test this morning, and told Emily about the fingerprint reader again, but Emily still wasn't certain she trusted her. She was too dangerous, and Emily didn't understand enough about all this to know how to keep her from pulling anything. It would be better, probably, to hire somebody else to continue her twin's work.

Maybe she could let Natalie stay on, as a lab assistant... That would be funny, seeing the person who had developed this technology in the first place, reduced to running around at the beck and call of somebody else, toddling through the lab in her diapers to clean out beakers, or whatever else it was that the 'real' scientist needed her to do. Of course, she'd still have some access to the drug, and she could always talk to whoever else Emily brought in... Emily would try to find someone loyal, obviously, though, with enough time, Natalie might be able to turn them to her side...

No, she couldn't risk that, no matter how satisfying it would be. She'd have to get Natalie out of the way, enroll her into one of her daycares, where she'd never meet Emily's new scientist, where she could be treated like the baby she was now, playing with blocks and dollies, watching those brain-melting cartoons all the littles loved so much, learning to embrace her new love of diapers, whether she wanted to or not... With how much progress she'd made already, Emily had no doubt that it wouldn't be long at all until she was a drooling, diaper dependent dummy, no smarter than any of her other charges. 

She smirked, imagining leaving Natalie to be babysat by Candi, giving that bimbo complete authority over her former genius of a sister. She'd seen how uncomfortable Natalie had been around her... How much worse would it be if she knew that she had to do everything the airhead told her to, because she was, indisputably, the more mature one out of the two of them?

She couldn't get ahead of herself, however, despite how delicious the fantasies were. Before she could do any of that, she had to know that she had what she needed. She squinted, staring at the screen of her phone, then the computer, checking file names, file sizes, scrutinizing every detail. She didn't want to have to come back here if she could avoid it... The babysitting excuse had worked to get Natalie through the door with her this time, but if she had to do it again, a few days later, she was less confident about the chances. 

"Looks good," she admitted, after double checking everything. She almost hesitated to say it out loud, in case there was something obvious she was missing, not wanting to give Natalie a reason to gloat that she'd outsmarted her. "Let's see..." She opened up a file at random from the flash drive, her head spinning as she made an attempt at reading the scientific gibberish that meant absolutely nothing to her; that was what she was hiring somebody else to handle.

She opened the same file from the computer's internal storage, dragging the windows beside one another, her eyes scanning back and forth between them. As far as she could tell, they were identical. She did the same for another couple files before concluding that, from what she could tell, they all matched. "Great!" She ejected the flash drive, slipping it into her pocket. "Ready to go home, squirt?"

She stretched again, surprised to take another look at the clock in the corner of the computer screen and see how much time had passed. Part of her wanted to erase the computer's hard drive, but she didn't dare. She'd have to get the files back to her own computer, and make sure they still worked, before she was comfortable getting rid of the only other copies of them.

She expected to see Natalie standing behind her, eager to leave; she wasn't. "Natalie?" she frowned, looking around the room, heart fluttering faster and faster. "Natalie, where are you?" The girl was nowhere to be seen. Quickly, she hopped to her feet, bending down to search under the desk, trying to find any other small spaces she could have squeezed herself, before she noticed the door.

"Natalie," she growled, pulling it the rest of the way open, storming out into the hall, a feeling of panic rising in her, realizing she had no idea where to even begin looking for her. She could be anywhere, doing anything, talking to anyone, if she could convince them to take her pacifier out...

"Here," the woman she'd almost run into earlier declared, holding Natalie out, as if she had no idea what to do with a little. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Thank you so much!" Emily snatched Natalie, mumbling helplessly behind her paci, out of the other scientist's grip, giving her sister a dirty look, a silent threat. "I hope she didn't cause you any trouble."

"Hmm," the woman raised her eyebrow. "Just keep a better eye on her from now on."

"Oh, don't worry," Emily said, "I'm taking her back home now, so you shouldn't have to worry about her bothering you ever again." She bounced Natalie in her arms, her mushy diaper squishing, making the girl blush and squirm.

The woman nodded. "Good," she walked away without another word. 

Emily headed back towards the entrance, hissing, "I don't know what you thought you were going to do, but you're going to regret it," before pasting on a smile to greet the security guards. They waved goodbye to the grumpy Natalie, who refused to return the gesture until Emily told her, "Say bye-bye, Barbie... You're not going to be seeing them again."

"Oh, she can come back and visit whenever she wants!" one of the guards tickled Natalie's exposed tummy. "Maybe she'll even have a clean diaper next time!"

"I wouldn't count on that," Emily smirked, carrying her sister out the door, to the parking lot, starting to feel calmer out in the open air. "I hope whatever that was was worth it," she said to Natalie. "Because I'm not going to let you have another chance to do it."

Only then did she notice Natalie struggling to speak, pointing up at her pacifier when she saw her sister glancing down at her. "I don't think so," Emily sniffed. "Maybe after we get home... That should give you plenty of time to think about how you're going to apologize for running off on me, and..."

"Hey!" Emily paused, turned, seeing the female scientist again. "Sorry, I think Barbie dropped this, and I wanted to make sure she got it back."

"Really?" Emily frowned, trying to recall if they'd left anything behind. She hadn't brought anything with Natalie, other what she was wearing, and that was all where it should be. "I think you might be mista...."

"No, no," the woman rustled through the pockets of her lab coat, while Natalie wiggled in Emily's arms. "It's definitely hers... Here we go."

In a flash, she stepped forward, jabbing a needle into Emily's arm. Emily gasped, turning away, but it was already too late. "Wh-What did you do?!" she squealed, the almost negligible weight of her sister suddenly seeming to increase, and the scientist appeared to grow before her eyes... Along with all of the cars around her. She looked down at herself in a panic, watching her clothes growing baggy, just the way Natalie's had, in another parking lot...

"I think you know," the woman grinned down at her, plucking Natalie out of her arms, setting her down on the ground in front of her, as Emily slowly but surely continued to shrink closer to her size. "I couldn't very well do this back in the lab... I don't know how I would have explained to the guards that I suddenly had two babies with me."

"No!" Emily shook her head. "I-I'm not a baby!"

But she could see that was where this was going. Frantically, she tried to run away, but she barely made it two steps before her feet got tangled up in her clothes, and she tumbled to the ground, the scientist scooping her up, Natalie trotting along behind her obediently. "You can't do this!" Emily whined, kicking her legs helplessly. Except, of course, she already had... And there was nothing Emily could do about it.

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It had seemed harmless enough... Or, rather, like what she ought to do, if she wanted to make sure she could get Mira on her side. As soon as she'd said it, though, and she'd seen the look in Mira's eyes, Natalie had started to regret it.

"Show me," Mira demanded, turning and marching back to her lab. There was a network set up within the building, of course, the same one that had let Natalie send Ambrose a message, which had left the door open for her to leave. "Find your computer," Mira told her, sitting down in the desk chair, Natalie on her lap, letting her work the mouse and keyboard.

She knew her computer's network ID by heart, as well as the username and password she'd need to access it remotely. She hesitated to type it all in, but as she sat there on Mira's lap, there was no question that the other woman had all the cards here... She was so big, so strong, compared to her, she could make Natalie do whatever she wanted...

"W-We have to stop her," Natalie repeated, more to herself than the other woman. "I-I don't know what she'll do with it, but..."

"Sure, sure," Mira nodded. "Get me in."

Natalie had no doubt that Mira was watching everything she typed closely, that, if she needed to, she could replicate it all, get back in to her research whenever she wanted. Maybe, if she was lucky, Emily would delete everything when she was done, leaving the only copy of her research on the flash drive...

"Really?" Mira chuckled, glancing through the files. "This is all it takes? I could whip this up right now."

"Y-You could," Natalie agreed. "But you can't, Mira! We just need to keep her from using it, and then... W-Well, maybe you can help me find a way to reverse it, but I'm not sure..."

"I can't believe I never thought of this... Or that anyone else hasn't, either. If I went public with this, I could be rich... Everyone would know your name..."

Natalie squirmed, only to feel Mira's arms tighten around her, pushing her harder back against the woman's breasts. "B-But it isn't your work," she pointed out. "Y-You'd always know that you didn't really..."

Mira pushed the pacifier back into her mouth with a bemused, "Hush," locking it back into place. "After this, I'd never have to worry about getting funding for any of my other projects, or anyone questioning me... It's exactly what I need... But you are right. I can't have your sister ruining things for me. We have to stop her. And, thanks to you, I think I know the perfect way... What do you think, Natty? Do you think I can get this made on time?"

Natalie shook her head, but they both know the truth, and that she was totally helpless to stop what was about to happen.

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There was no question that the formula worked; Mira had gotten plenty of evidence of that in the parking lot. Natalie insisted that she would still need her help, although, when Mira pressed her on what, exactly, she needed it for, she never had a clear answer. 

It was almost a waste, but Mira knew it was the right call. Nobody would listen to either of the twins now, or believe their crazy story... After story of the drug went public, however, that story might carry a little more weight, and she couldn't afford the chance that anybody might find out the truth.

"I just don't know what to do with them," she told the headmistress of the strictest reform school she could find. "I thought by adopting twins, they'd always have a playmate, and they'd be so sweet and cute together... But all they do is fight. And they still refuse to accept their place in the household. I'm at my wit's end!"

"Don't you worry," the headmistress smiled. "I know exactly how to deal with them."

Of course she did... That was why Mira had come to her. "Just do whatever is necessary," she said. "I want them to be inseparable... And obedient, like babies should be. I don't care what it takes."

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"Oh, my God!" The girl looked up, seeing the grown-up woman gasp, clasping her hand to the other grown-up, a man's, arm. "Look at them!"

Were they talking about her? The girl wasn't sure, and, while she was curious, she was immediately distracted by the sight of her sister moving her doll, reminding her of what she'd been doing. She turned back, thumb in her mouth, hopping her dolly over to join her sister's. Under the short skirt of her sister's dress, one that was exactly the same as her own, she saw a hint of discoloration in the girl's diaper, and, without a second thought, she began to wet her own. Everything else about them matched, from their clothes to their haircuts... Their diapers should, too!

Neither of them were completely un-pottytrained, though they were both right on the edge. Accidents were very common, and if one of them saw the other had one, she'd immediately use her own diaper, if she could. Neither even thought about it, really... It just came naturally.

"Those two?" the orphanage worker chuckled. "Cute, aren't they? They're an interesting story... Someone enrolled them in a reform school, paid for lodging there, then never came to pick them up after the year was up, so they ended up here. They're perfectly trained... But they're twins, so you'd have to take both of them in at once."

"Twins!" the strange woman's eyes shone. "How precious... Can we meet them?" The girl glanced back over to see them approaching. "Hi, there," the woman knelt down, smiling at them. "What are your names, sweeties?"

The pair looked at each other, as if they were trying to remember something, like they weren't quite sure what the answer was, despite how simple the question was. After a moment, though, the girl spoke up. "I'm Bawbie," she lisped. "An' this is my sistew, Becky."

"What adorable names!" the woman exclaimed. "And the two of you are pretty adorable, too!"

Barbie fidgeted, a part of her knowing that she shouldn't like that, that she ought to be so much more than just 'adorable'... But, after a year of conditioning and hypnosis, she couldn't say why that was, or what could be any better than that, any more than she could recall her real name, no matter how convinced she was that 'Barbie' wasn't it.

"Fank yew," her sister giggled, and, automatically, Barbie repeated it, knowing that was what a good little girl should do. They should thank grown-ups for telling them how cute they were, and do whatever they were told, and use their diapers... And, if they were lucky enough to be a twin, they should do it all with their sister. And she knew how to do all of that, even if, at this point, despite that nagging feeling in the foggy depths of her mind that there should be something more, that was just about all she was capable of anymore.

"I know we weren't planning on adopting two," the woman looked up at the man. "But how can we say no to these little faces?"

The man smiled, giving the woman a kiss, the two girls looking on, surprised at how mature it was, squirming in their soggy diapers, both knowing the other was thinking the same thought. The most mature thing Barbie did was some late night humping sessions with her favorite teddy bear. She could still vaguely remember the start of her time at school, how Becky had caught her doing that and told her she was gross... Barbie had said it was her fault, although she had no idea, now, why she'd think that. Then again, at this point, it was hard to recall a time when Becky was protesting it, instead of doing the same thing, right alongside her. Or a time when they disagreed about anything; now, they stuck together, no matter what. It's what they'd had to do to get through school, and their time bouncing through orphanages to the point where they didn't even know if they were in the same city where they had started off. They knew it was naughty, playing with their toys that way, but, on the other hand, why not enjoy their diapers? It wasn't like they were ever going to be big enough to wear anything else!

"I don't think we can," the man said, giving them each a kiss on the top of the head, much different than the one he'd given to the woman, though the girls knew it was a kind far more suited to toddlers like them, the only kind either one of them could hope to get. "Welcome to the family, girls." 

"Fank yew, Daddy," Barbie hugged the man's leg, Becky the one to parrot her this time, wrapping herself around the man's other leg.

"I can't believe how lucky we are," their new Mommy beamed. "They're absolutely perfect babies... It's like it's what they were made for."

A part of Barbie wanted to reject that notion, but the rest of her knew that, at least now, it was absolutely true. Whatever she may have been before, all she knew now was how to be the best baby she could be, just like her sister... And they both were going to be doing that for the rest of their lives.

The End