Tough Decisions - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Rebecca nibbled at her bottom lip as she concentrated, trying to get some other part of her to move. If she could get one finger to twitch, one toe to shift, then that might give her an idea for how long it would take before this whole thing wore off, before things would go back to normal... And how much more humiliation she would have to endure in the meantime.

There was still nothing, or at least nothing she could notice, as Cindy brought her car to a stop, getting out and opening up the door for her sister. She could have done much the same thing by puppeting Rebecca into reaching over and grabbing the handle, though, from the outside, that wouldn't have looked as childish, and Rebecca suspected that was the point.

She would have loved to stay hidden in the car, away from whatever Cindy had in mind for her next, away from prying eyes to stare at the wet spot on her expensive suit pants... But it didn't matter. Any hope she'd had that the panic of heading into a store like this would be enough to shock her system into wresting control from the medallion was dashed when Cindy took her by the hand, clearly only for show, and she followed obediently after her, trotting closer and closer to the front door...

And then inside, a smiling woman greeting them with a pleasant, "Good afternoon! How are... Oh, dear."

Rebecca's face warmed, seeing the woman's eyes fall to her crotch. "So sorry about this," Cindy apologized for her. "Don't worry, I'll have her all cleaned up in no time... I just need a few... supplies."

"Oh, of course," the woman winked knowingly. "Just let any of us know if you need any help."

"I don't think I will," Cindy gave Rebecca a smug look, "but thank you. Say thank you, Becca."

There it was, Rebecca thought, proof that she had broken free, to some extent, that, if she could make it that long, she might be able to do the same with the rest of her body, or else, why would Cindy have not simply forced her into saying it in the first place? Unfortunately, that tiny shred of independence only went so far... If she didn't obey, Cindy could make her do any number of things that would be far worse, so she didn't exactly have a choice either way. "Thank you," she mumbled, letting herself be led further into the store, still feeling pretty trapped.

"Now, then," Cindy chirped, "what should we get first?"

Rebecca didn't know how to answer, didn't know what, precisely, it was that Cindy had planned for her; it didn't matter anyway, Cindy not slowing down or waiting for a response, continuing to march forward, keeping her sister trotting beside her, down a route that she seemed familiar with, as if she'd taken it many times before, past the women's section, and then juniors', straight on to clothes meant for little girls.

Rebecca whimpered, wrinkling her nose as she looked around, seeing all that cheap cotton and cutesy designs, a far cry from her expensive, expertly tailored suits. She made herself stay quiet, hoping that she was assuming the worst, that they were going somewhere else, even as she imagined being forced to wear these silly party dresses and childish t-shirts.

It worked well enough, until Cindy pulled a pair of pink denim shortalls from a hanger. "Wouldn't you look adorable in these?" she gushed.

"No!" Rebecca pouted, earning a raised eyebrow. "I-I mean, they won't fit... This stuff is for kids, and..." She shut up when Cindy held the hanger up to her, dangling the outfit in front of her, showing both of them that, at least as closely as they could tell without trying it on, it seemed to be the right size.

"Be a good girl and hold this for me," Cindy ordered, draping the garment over her sister's free arm, Rebecca, of course, having little choice in the matter. She would have loved to drop it, or hang it back up, but her hand refused to obey, clinging tightly to it, and the dresses and skirts and shirts that her sister picked out, acting like a glorified shopping cart. Cindy eventually found enough that Rebecca couldn't reasonably keep ahold of it all with one arm, so she let go of Rebecca's hand... That wasn't much better, however, leaving her trotting eagerly after the younger girl on her own, arms full of clothes that anyone passing by would automatically assume were meant for her.

The shoe department was next, and, blessedly, they didn't spend nearly as much time there, Cindy satisfied with one pair of shiny, black Mary Janes, and one pair of pink, sparkly, Velcro sneakers, adorned with some cartoon puppy dog, both a far cry from her usual heels. Just when she thought they were done, Cindy made one last stop, one that Rebecca knew, as soon as she looked around and saw where they were, would be the worst one.

"Cindy," she hissed, trying to keep her voice down. "W-We don't need anything here!"

"Don't be silly," Cindy brushed off her concerns. "We both know what you did in your big girl panties... We can't have you doing that in your nice, new clothes, now can we?"

"I-I won't!" Rebecca insisted, but that did nothing to stop her sister from plucking up a package of big, poofy diapers, prompting Rebecca to say something she never expected to. "C-Can't we get Pull-Ups instead?"

"No, no, no," Cindy shook her head. "You're a big girl, remember? And that means you have big accidents... Pull-Ups aren't enough for a big girl like you. You need the thickest, thirstiest diapers they have."

Rebecca groaned, eyes darting around, Cindy not being anywhere close to as careful as she'd been with her volume. "I-I don't," she whispered quietly, while her feet started to move once more carrying her back through the store, to the check-out lanes, where she dumped her pile of clothing, Cindy following them up with the shoes and diapers, earning a glint of recognition in the cashier's eyes.

"Why don't you tell the nice lady why we need those?" Cindy suggested, seeing both of them staring at the diapers as they slowly worked their way down the conveyor belt.

Was she serious?! Of course she was... Why would Rebecca doubt that now? She didn't have to do it, wasn't being puppeted into it... But that was almost worse. "I-I had an accident," she made herself say.

"I can see that," the cashier chuckled.

"She was playing dress-up," Cindy added. "I guess we won't be doing that with this costume again, will we?" she grinned down at Rebecca.

"Well, it's good to see her big sister knows how to take care of that problem," the cashier nodded, picking up the package of diapers and scanning it. Rebecca was shocked to see the total on the register - kids' clothes were expensive, apparently - but, despite how many times she'd come to Rebecca to beg for money, Cindy didn't appear concerned... And, when she took the wallet out of her purse, Rebecca could see why.

"Cindy!" she squealed, recognizing her own wallet, and her own credit card that was extracted from it, instantly.

"It's all right, Becca," Cindy replied calmly. "It'll only be a minute now, and then we'll get you to the potty. You can hold it until then, can't you?" Rebecca blushed, wanting to say that obviously she could... 

Her knees bent, and she felt herself begin to push. "N-No!" she gasped in shock, though it could have been taken as an answer to her sister's question, as she felt a warm, squishy mass start to ooze out of her, smearing against her soaked panties, the rear of her pants tenting outwards, probably staining already...

"Becca!" Cindy scolded, hurriedly signing the screen. "Honestly... I'm so sorry about this!"

"It's all right," the cashier assured her. "I can see you're all ready to fix her up."

Thankfully, the pushing stopped as suddenly as it had begun, leaving Rebecca messy, but not a total disaster, as Cindy gathered up their bags, making her wave to the cashier before following her into the bathroom, to the stall with the changing table built into the wall. As Cindy folded it out, got it ready, fishing things out of the bags, Rebecca helplessly stripped herself naked, tossing her clothes into the waiting garbage can, meant for used diapers... Which, at this point, as humiliating as it was to admit, her pants and undies basically qualified as.

"I'll give you a bath when we're back home," Cindy told her. "Until then..." She picked Rebecca up, setting her down on the waiting diaper. Rebecca gasped, feeling the soft, bulky fluff under her, squirming in place, shocked at how infantile it made her feel, even before Cindy had tugged the front up, taping it snugly into place, trapping her inside. She followed it up with a white button-up shirt with a Peter Pan collar, the shortalls, some socks, and the Velcro sneakers, making Rebecca waddle out of the stall, to the mirror outside to admire herself, staring at the toddler that had somehow taken the place of the professional young woman she'd been not even a full hour ago.

"Perfect," Cindy observed. "Or... Almost perfect." And then, out of nowhere, Rebecca felt her body start to push again, the paused bowel movement begun again, this time in her waiting diaper... There was no sign of another early stop, either, Cindy gleefully washing her hands while her sister helplessly filled her pants. The diaper bulge beneath the shortalls had been obvious enough, but now, it was hard not to spot the lump in the seat, indicating just how much she needed those diapers.

"As you can see," Cindy declared, "she's decided she has no interest in being a responsible adult anymore, so it's fallen to me to control her affairs."

Rebecca squirmed in her seat, the mess in her diaper squelching beneath her as she felt the eyes of her banker on her, examining her, judging her. She'd assumed the shopping trip would be the end of it... Never in a million years had she expected that Cindy would bring her here next, would make her toddle her way through the lobby in this mortifying outfit...

"So it seems," the banker said at last with a nod. "I'll have to go fetch the forms..."

As soon as he was gone, Cindy reached over, turning his computer monitor so she could see it. "Jeez, Becca," her eyes widened. "You have this much in your accounts? And you made such a fuss over the little bit I wanted to borrow?" Rebecca stayed silent, not having a good reply. "Neither of us is going to have to work... And I can hire you a nice, strict Nanny, and make sure you misbehave enough to earn plenty of punishments from her."

"N-No!" Rebecca shook her head. "Cindy, please, I-I don't..."

"Don't worry," Cindy stroked her hair. "If we do need more money at some point, I can release you from the curse temporarily so you can go earn it for us."

The banker returned then, both of the girls falling silent as he laid the forms out. This was it, Rebecca thought. She'd gotten control of her head back... She needed to make it extend to her hand, to force it to not sign any of these papers...

"Are you sure you want this, Rebecca?" he asked, making it all the easier for her, finally a stroke of good luck after everything she'd been through today.

"No!" she squealed. "I don't want any of it!" Cindy would have her regret it, but it would be worth it...

Except, that wasn't what happened at all. What came out of her mouth instead, with the same desperation, was a frantic, "Yes! I want all of it!" Her eyes widened, and flicked over to look at Cindy, who was grinning. 

She hadn't broken any of the medallion's curse after all... Cindy had just loosened her power, the way she'd said she could if she needed Rebecca to work... Apparently, she could do that for parts of Rebecca, to let her think she had a choice, or to make her say those embarrassing things at the store... But this had been too important for her to risk any resistance. 

Rebecca gulped, feeling the mushy mass in her diaper, watching as her hand started to sign away her bank accounts, her house, her adult life, the result of all her hard work and tough decisions, each stroke confirming how much of a baby her little sister had turned her into, and how little hope she had of escaping her fate.