Victoria's Secret - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Victoria sat up groggily, looking around at her room in confusion, pulling aside her covers, more than pleased to see there was no diaper there after all... In fact, as soon as she realized that, something else hit her, and she had to take in where she was sitting once more.

It was her dorm room. She sighed, leaning back against the wall, relieved. It had been a dream... That whole thing, from the disastrous party, to her run-in with the police, and the awful morning she'd thought she'd had with her former babysitting charges... She shook her head, chuckling, wondering how she hadn't figured that out before; it had felt pretty surreal, and it was hard to buy that her parents would do that to her, no matter what she did. She was their baby after all, their only child.

She hopped out of bed, her brain still fuzzy from the long rest, trying to recall what she had to do that day, if she had finished off all her finals or not. Immediately, she felt like something else had changed, too, although it wasn't until she glanced in the mirror that she discovered what it was, her eyes opening wide at the sight of herself.

She was gorgeous. She'd always done what she could to work with what she had, but the girl in the mirror was everything she'd wanted to be: tall, curvy, double-D breasts straining against her night-shirt, which was almost so short that it showed off her cute bubble butt, the one thing she'd thought she'd had really going for her.

What had happened?! This seemed impossible... She remembered trying so hard to find things to emphasize the few assets she had, and now, she could have worn pretty much anything and been a bombshell. Had that all been part of the dream, too? She opened up her closet, and found outfit after outfit that would have fit her perfectly, making her assume that must be the case.

She happily plucked a tiny party dress off a hanger, one barely bigger than the night-shirt she was already wearing, pulling it on, marveling at how it had managed to improve her looks even more. She didn't want to seem vain, but it was hard for her to take her eyes off herself, despite knowing she must be used to this. That dream had been so realistic, however, that tiny, pathetic version of her body so different than this, it was nice for the reminder that she was something more, something better...

Adding heels to it all almost felt like cheating, though she did it anyway, before strutting out of her room. She wasn't positive where she was going, not that it mattered... She was happy to go anywhere, let people gawk at her, give her ego more of a boost. She was already feeling pretty good, getting out of that nightmare and realizing how good she actually had it, but a little more never hurt.

The dress had been a lucky coincidence, it turned out, something she'd chosen because it looked hot. She'd barely even made it out of the dorm, however, when she realized she was going to get some good use out of it. "There you are!" someone exclaimed, making her spin around, seeing Ashley there.

Ashley... Everyone thought she was so sweet and bubbly, but, for whatever reason, she never seemed to get along with Victoria. Compared to most of the other girls at college, she was relatively short, although still a good five inches taller than Victoria had been in her dream. Vickie recalled her being very pretty and curvy for her size, and that was true... It was nothing compared to herself, however. Clearly, Ashley's dislike must come from jealousy.

Poor thing, Victoria thought to herself, looking at her in her shorts and t-shirt, and sneakers. In the dream, she'd almost been able to equal the girl's height in her highest heels, since Ashley never wore them herself. All she really needed was a few pointers, and a complete overhaul of her wardrobe... Maybe she should take the girl under her wing, show her how it was done.

"Hey, there!" she smiled, leaning over, looking down at the smaller girl. "What's up?"

"You're gonna be late for the party!" Ashley told her. "We're all waiting for you!"

"The party?" Victoria frowned. "I thought..." She rolled her eyes at herself, chuckling. Of course... She'd thought she'd gone to the party already, but that was part of the dream, obviously. She must have been taking a nap before it. "Sorry to hold you up," she winked. "I'd better get there so the fun can start."

"Yeah, you better," Ashley huffed, struggling to keep up as Victoria strutted ahead.

Despite what Ashley had said, the party was already hopping by the time she arrived. Almost immediately, she saw Nicole, of all people, and had to look down at herself as a reminder she wasn't dreaming anymore. Nicole was one of her biggest rivals - or that was how she saw it anyway - tall, toned, her tight dress showing off the time she spent in the gym every day. Victoria could recall feeling like she could never compete with her... Although, of course, it was the other way around. 

Jordan and Liz were there, too, talking to her, strangely both wearing the tiny swimsuits they loved sunning themselves in around campus, where they were clearly just trying to show off their bodies. Victoria had actually known Jordan from back home, though they were never close... She hadn't spoken to Liz enough to know where she lived, but she and Jordan were nearly always together, unless they were at class. They hung out together, and, like Nicole, always seemed to be working out.

That must be what they were talking about, Victoria reasoned. She didn't go to the gym that often - why would she need to, when she looked like this? - but every time she did, Nicole was there, and Jordan and Liz were paired up in another part of it, usually lifting weights, or something like that. Victoria didn't feel particularly threatened by Nicole at the moment, but she was glad she was distracted nevertheless.

She sashayed immediately over to the drinks, eager to get caught up with everyone else there, grabbing a red solo cup and lifting it to her lips, only to see... "What the hell is this?!" she wrinkled her nose, setting it back down. She looked at the cheap, folding table, and the other cups set out there, and saw the same thing in all of them.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she shook her head, not quite sure why she was asking it out loud, not entirely able to help herself. It was all right... She knew better than to take one of those anyway, when they'd been sitting out for God only knew how long, practically begging for a roofie. She was just being lazy... She took an empty cup off the stack, put it under the keg's tap, started to fill it up...

"Ew!" She nearly dropped it, seeing what came pouring out. "Seriously, guys!" she stomped her foot, looking around at the other people at the party, shocked they weren't more upset about this, like she was. There was only one more option left, so she opened up the cooler, digging around in the ice until she felt a nice, perfectly chilled bottle, pulling it out, twisting off the cap and taking a swig.

"Ugh!" She did drop it that time, the glass shattering, the contents splashing around her feet, leaving her in the middle of a puddle of white. It had looked exactly like a beer bottle, had been dark enough to keep her from seeing inside, and yet, like everything else here, it had been milk instead.

Was everyone else here actually just standing around, drinking milk?! That would seem lame, and gross, even if she wasn't lactose intolerant. She couldn't drink milk even if she wanted to, and she definitely didn't feel the need to do that at an end of school year party. She could only hope the swallow she'd had was too little to do anything to her, or else...

"Oh, no!" a very familiar voice gasped. "Hold still, we'll take care of it!"

Victoria's heart began to pound, her head almost not wanting to turn in the direction of it. She shouldn't be here... There was no reason for her to be here. She might not have recognized the voice at all, if she hadn't just heard it so much... in her dream.

And yet, there she was, bustling in with a broom and dustpan, starting to clean up the mess. "Taylor?!" Vickie shook her head. "Sh-Shouldn't you be back home?"

"What a silly question, from such a clumsy little baby," another voice mocked, Victoria's eyes widening as she heard it. "Honestly, what are we going to do with you?"

It was Sawyer. She'd finally taken Victoria's advice, apparently, dressing more like a pretty girl she was... In fact, she was wearing the exact same thing as Vickie herself. That was a comfort, at least, knowing how much better she looked in it than the younger girl, although she couldn't shake the memory of her dream, of everything Sawyer had done to her, and confessed to her in the bathtub...

"Wh-Why are you here?!" Victoria demanded.

"Oh, sweetie," Sawyer chuckled. "Aren't you happy to see us? We're very happy to see you, no matter how stupid and klutzy you are."

"I'm not stupid!" she glared down at the girl. "And you don't belong here! You're not in college, and... Hey, let go of that!"

Sawyer grabbed the hem of Victoria's dress, and, before the older girl could stop her, gave it a hard yank upwards, pulling it up and over her head. Victoria gasped, grabbing for it, only to get a glimpse of her arms, looking much shorter than before, chubbier, and so very far away from where Sawyer was holding the skimpy dress.

Her feet slid, her years of experience walking in heels doing her no good now, as he shoes suddenly felt far too big for her. She lost her balance, falling flat on her backside and sitting there, stunned, for a long moment before daring to look down at herself, terrified of what she was going to see.

And for good reason. It was all gone. Her beautiful breasts, and the curves that were part of it, gone, leaving her as flat-chested as she had been in her dream. The bra she'd been wearing was sitting on the floor beside her, one cup almost big enough for her to sit in, her height having dwindled away, too, leaving her no bigger than a toddler... And looking a lot like one, a layer of baby fat having appeared on her. Even her cute butt, the one thing she'd thought she'd had, even in the dream, had vanished.

"No!" she whined, shaking her head, a thumb anxiously making its way to her mouth as the now seemingly gigantic Sawyer bent down, picking her up. "You can't do this! I'm not a baby!"

"Oh, you aren't?" Sawyer raised an eyebrow, setting her back down onto the table where the cups of milk had been a moment earlier, where now, instead, there was a changing pad spread out, stacks of diapers surrounding it. 

"No!" Victoria gasped, watching her pick up one of the diapers, recognizing it instantly from her time as a babysitter as one meant for babies, not an adult one, like the one she'd been put in at the police station in her dream. Her stomach churned, recalling the end of her nightmare, the threat the Sawyer there had come up with... Apparently, this Sayer was ready to follow through on it, and there was no way, now, it wasn't going to work out.

"Let me go!" Vickie sniffled, kicking her feet uselessly, too small and weak to stop Sawyer from doing anything she wanted to her... Or to keep the other girls from gathering around the table, watching with amusement as the Pamper was unfolded, slipped under her backside, feeling so thick, and bulky, and utterly babyish... "D-Don't look at me!" she pouted, seeing nothing but grins all around her at the way she was being treated.

"I'd better use lots of powder!" Sawyer exclaimed. "I wouldn't want you getting a rash, now would I?" She sprinkled it liberally, then tugged the infantile garment up around Vickie's waist, taping it in place. "There we go! Nice and tight, so I know it isn't going anywhere!"

"No!" Victoria repeated, squirming, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She'd been feeling so good, better than ever, and now she'd been brought down so very low, shrank and diapered in front of all these people...

"Somebody's fussy!" Sawyer teased. "I think I know what she needs!"

She reached under the table, pulling out another bottle. This one looked very different from the one Vickie had grabbed, although, in essence, it was the same thing. It was clear, however, letting Victoria see clearly that it was filled to the brim with milk, a drop of it already poking out from the rubber nipple, waiting for her.

"No, no, no," she shook her head desperately, not getting any further before it was shoved into her mouth, which instantly filled with the thick, disgusting stuff. It had always looked so gross to her, even ignoring what it did to her... She had no real memory of how it tasted, though this was every bit as bad as she'd always imagined.

But she had no choice. It was swallow, or drown, so she was left helplessly guzzling it down as Sawyer held it to her face, certain she could feel her tummy already getting upset, bloating...

"That's no fair, Sawyer," Taylor glared at her. "Why do you get to have all the fun?!"

"I didn't," Sawyer replied. "There's plenty of diapers left, and I have a feeling this little girl is going to make quite the mess..."

Victoria tried to shake her head, her protests turned into wordless bubbles as she continued drinking the milk, watching in helpless horror as Taylor stepped up to the table, picking up another one of the diapers, taping it on over the thick Pamper already on her bottom.

"That's better!" Sawyer declared, giving it a crinkly pat. "But I'm still not sure... Does anyone else want to help?"

Victoria looked to her college 'friends', sure they'd want to help, but not Sawyer... They wouldn't let this happen, right? They knew she was a big girl, a grown-up, that she didn't deserve this... So why were they lining up, smirking, behind Taylor?!

One by one, they stepped up, adding another layer of padding each, tickling her grumbling tummy, or pinching her red cheeks, as they finished, the bottle somehow never draining, never stopping. Ashley was the last.

"Wow," she giggled, giving the massive diaper around Vickie's waist a pat. "I'd like to see you fit this under your skanky outfits."

Victoria wiggled, blushed as she felt her tummy give a push, a fart escaping into the padding surrounding her. "So rude!" Ashley teased. "But I guess you can't help it, can you? Poor little Vickie couldn't help trying to steal all the boys' attention with her slutty clothes... And now she can't help filling her diaper like the baby she is."

"I'm not!" Victoria had been protesting that for a while now, but, to her surprise, it actually came out this time, as Sawyer finally removed the bottle. "I-I'm not a baby!" she insisted, although it didn't really matter now. She still couldn't do anything to stop Ashley from putting the final diaper on her, helping her sit up, the padding far too big to allow her to stand, much less walk, or even crawl. All she could do was sit there, stunned, the whole party's eyes seemingly on her.

And then it happened. She thought it was another fart at first, impatiently gave it a push to rid her tummy of the discomfort... Only to feel a warm, slimy sludge begin to pour out into her waiting diaper. "Oh, no!" she gasped, immediately regretting it, knowing there was no way her audience could have figured out what she was doing right away if she hadn't, if she'd been able to keep from reaching up and covering her face. The giant diaper would have hidden what was going on, if only she hadn't immediately broadcasted it to the world.

"What was that, Vickie?" Ashley mocked her, giving the padding a hard poke. "You're not a baby? Then what's going on, sweetie?"

There was no stopping it... Victoria had never had this much milk, and she had no idea what it was going to do, just that she was beyond the point where she could hope to control it. She grunted softly, her body continuing to push, wave after wave of mucky mush gushing out of her, spreading over every bit of the first diaper, making it swell outwards...

It seemed impossible, given how many layers of padding she was wearing, but, sure enough, when she glanced down at herself, she could see it starting to swell, realized Sawyer had been right, that she did need this much protection. Without thinking, she popped her thumb into her mouth again, sucking desperately, trying to calm herself, to take her mind off of what was happening, knowing that now, everyone knew the truth, could see what she was doing, if they couldn't somehow smell, or hear her.

"That would almost be impressive, Vickie," Sawyer chuckled. "If it wasn't so pathetic... Just look at you!" She reached over, planting one hand firmly in the center of the diaper, giving it a hard push, Victoria blushing and whimpering as she felt the mass squelching. "Oh, my God, are you seriously not even done yet? How can someone so tiny make so much of a mess?"

"It's almost impressive," Taylor mused, stepping in closer. "If it wasn't so sad... Can you believe we ever let her babysit us? I bet we could have done this to her when we were kids... She was always so little, and weak, and helpless..."

"N-No, I'm not!" Victoria insisted, words muffled around her soggy thumb.

"Then stop it," Nicole ordered. She looked taller, and more muscular, than ever, truly intimidating to the tiny, diaper-filling girl in front of her. "IF you aren't helpless, then put a stop to this."

She really wanted to, of course, but how was she going to do that?! She grunted, trying to push her thighs together, the pair of them no match for the diaper between them, even before it had started to be filled, swelling up to try to contain it all. 

"She can't," Jordan said for her, Liz clinging to her arm and giggling. "Because she's just a baby."

"Am not!" Vickie kicked her legs, the only thing she could do in the moment. "Am not!"

"Who's going to change her?" Sawyer asked. "I'm definitely not volunteering."

"Eww!" Liz exclaimed, nose crinkling. "No way!"

Everyone else seemed to agree, shaking their heads. "I-I can change myself," Victoria grunted, although, to be honest, she was glad when Sawyer scoffed at the offer.

"If we can't trust you not to poop your pants, why would we trust you to clean yourself up properly?" she asked, and Vickie didn't have a good answer.

"You know," Ashley popped in with a grin, "I bet there are still some professors on campus... Maybe they'd be willing to help."

"No!" Victoria gasped. It was bad enough all these people were seeing her this way... She didn't want her teachers to as well! They'd never have respect for her again... 

"You're right," Nicole nodded, "They're probably too busy to bother with a dumb little baby like her... But I bet we'll find someone else who will."

"True," Jordan agreed. "If we look long enough, surely we'll find someone, even if we have to ask every single person on campus."

"Nooo!" Victoria shook her head, stomach churning again as the crowd parted, and she saw Taylor approaching, pushing a stroller. She was sure it was just nerves, however, as Taylor picked her up to put her inside, she felt another push, and, somehow, she began to poop again, diapers already sagging heavily under the absurdly huge load she'd already filled them with.

"Even if we don't, at least there'll be some fresh air outside," Sawyer teased, kneeling down, waving one hand in front of her face, while the other fastened the restraints around the sniffling girl in the stroller. "Come on, Vickie... We're not going to rest until someone volunteers to change your stinky bottom, or everyone has seen, first-hand, what a baby you really are.... Or both."

"Yeah," Ashley giggled. "Even if we find someone, they don't have to change her right away..."

"It's not like it matters," Nicole shrugged. "If she gets out of this dirty diaper, she'll just make a new one in a few minutes anyway. It's all she's good for, after all."

"No, I'm..!" Vickie protested, her words cut off by a large pacifier, the only other thing even coming close to clothing she was given, other than her still-growing diaper, before she felt the stroller lurch, moving forwards, towards the front door, looming ever closer as she tugged at the stroller's straps, sucking frantically on the pacifier, feeling her diaper filling more and more...

She sat up, panting, feeling a strange sense of relief to see her own bedroom around her, back home, even if that meant the party, and the morning, hadn't been a dream after all. If she had to choose, she'd definitely prefer what she'd just woken up from to be the nightmare, since, somehow, it was even worse than everything that really had happened to her over the past day.

It was fine... At least Sawyer couldn't really do all that to her, she thought. She'd find a way to deal with her, and Taylor, and make the best of her summer... She wasn't hung-over anymore, at least, so she could think more clearly, fight back, prove that she was the grown-up here, and...

She frowned, squirming in place, gulping as she confirmed that she hadn't imagined the feeling there after all, a moment before the smell hit her, which would have done the same. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised, considering all that pushing she'd been doing in her dream.... But, really, how could she help herself? What college student wouldn't be shocked to realize they'd just pooped their pants in their sleep?