Victoria's Secret - Chapter 14 (Patreon)

Victoria shook her head, heart racing in her chest as she stared at the diaper resting in Kelly's hand, her friend - or, perhaps now, former friend - sensing her discomfort, giving it a squeeze, producing a loud crinkle that sent a shiver up Vickie's spine.

She'd had so many close calls, had managed to avoid this so well until now, beyond that first day... How could she find herself here, now?! This was a far cry from the one she'd been put into in the police station, too; that was thick, yes, but plain white, undecorated... There was no mistaking it as a diaper, either by her, or anyone who saw her wearing it, yet there was something about it obviously being meant for use in a medical setting that softened the blow, ever so slightly.

There was no such relief here. It had been long enough since the first one, she'd forgotten exactly how big it was, though she was confident this one was larger, bulkier... And, unlike the stark whiteness of that one, this was pink, covered in polka dots and pictures of bows, girly and babyish in a whole different way.

She should be glad it wasn't a baby diaper, she told herself, remembering the girls threatening her with those. She didn't want Kelly - or anyone - to diaper her at all, but it would have been so much worse to see a Pamper there, something she'd put so many children into herself... Of course, the girls had also said in the past that was only because baby diapers weren't absorbent enough, that she was too much of a baby for even them, so maybe this wasn't better...

She scooted away, shaking her head, tears stinging her eyes. Her mouth open, frantically wanting to say that she didn't need to be put into a diaper, that she was an adult... But after having an accident in her training pants, after listening to the other girls tease her, put it into terms she understood as a former babysitter herself, she knew it would be untruthful to say, "I don't need diapers," no matter how much she wanted to.

Sure enough, to her chagrin, when she tried it anyway, it came out as a meek, pathetic, "I-I need my diaper." What was going on?! She hadn't been able to lie during the game, and she still couldn't, despite how much she wanted to, especially after hearing the other girls giggling at her words.

"I know," Kelly finally said, bending down to take Vickie's hand, hauling her to her feet. "You soaked your Pull-Ups, and you're about to go to bed, so we can't trust you in anything less."

Vickie let out a choked gasp as one of the last shreds of her maturity was attacked. "Th-They're not Pull-Ups!" she insisted, able to do so since it was, indisputably, true. She knew her Pull-Ups, had helped plenty of potty training toddlers with them, and what she was wearing weren't them... Whether that was an improvement or not was less certain, but she refused to accept the word itself.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Kelly knelt down, like she was talking to a real child, not someone who had been Vickie's best friend, once upon a time, giving the trainers a squeeze. "You soaked your training panties, proving that you're nowhere near ready for the real thing, and that you need to be put in a nice, thick diaper for bedtime instead. Is that better?"

Vickie groaned, fidgeting as she stared into Kelly's eyes, feeling smaller and smaller with every word, wishing she'd stayed silent. When it was clear the question wasn't rhetorical, that she wanted an answer, she managed to squeak out a quiet, "Y-Yes, ma'am."

"Good," Kelly nodded. "Now, we'll go find you some nice PJs to go with these, okay?"

Kelly knew exactly where Victoria's bedroom was, of course, had spent plenty of time there in the past. Vickie toddled along beside her, eyes still fixed on the diaper in her friend's other hand as she was led down the halls, seeing the door to her room open from the corner of her vision, oblivious to what was waiting for them inside until the other girl spoke up.

"What's all this?" she chuckled. 

Vickie tore her eyes away from the poofy, padded prison she'd be spending the night in, looking around, her cheeks burning at what greeted her. There was a changing mat laid out on her bed, surrounded by baby powder and lotion... But that wasn't all. Beyond that, like she'd put it all there expectantly, was a small bunch of bananas, an even smaller baggie of marshmallows... And a vibrator.

"I-I didn't put it there!" she sputtered, glad that was the truth, so she could say it. Of course, this was her room, so that was the most likely explanation... One of the other girls must have set this up during the movie, while she was spaced out with the phone...

"You didn't, huh?" Kelly teased, walking closer to the bed, dragging Victoria along with her. "Looks like you wanted a little snack before bed... Along with something else that's probably a bit too grown up for someone who's going to be spending the night in diapers."

"I-I didn't," Vickie tried to protest... It had been a while, however, and, while she was hardly in the perfect position right now, a bit of release would have been nice. To her horror, her words came out as a whiny, "I did," instead, making her blush and squirm. "N-No, I didn't mean..." she desperately tried to clarify.

"I think we both know what you meant," Kelly cut her off. "But, like I said, that isn't for little girls who need diapers, like you."

An automatic, "I don't need them!" became an over-enthusiastic, "I do need them!", making it sound like she wanted this, that she'd been looking forward to it, rather than dreading it.

"Of course you do," Kelly agreed. "Look at how wet you are!"

She undressed Vickie, stripping her naked, trying to keep all of herself covered, feeling so underdeveloped and inadequate in front of the other girl, while Kelly took some baby wipes, cleaning off her crotch. As much as she enjoyed getting out of the wet trainers, all Vickie could think about was the diaper, now resting in the middle of the mat, waiting...

"All better!" Kelly chirped, gently pushing Victoria to the side, stepping closer to the bed, picking the diaper up. Vickie had wrapped her arms around her flat chest, and they squeezed as she heard the crinkle again, saw the diaper being unfolded, revealing the soft padding on the inside, about to be wrapped around her bottom...

"Pl-Please, don't," she sniffed, as it was spread open on the mat, Kelly's hand running over it, smoothing it out, giving it a pat.

"Up you go!" When Vickie didn't obey immediately, she gave the girl's bare bottom a swat, earning a yelp as one of Vickie's arms moved from her chest, reaching down to rub, staring up at her friend in disbelief. "Up," she repeated, her tone changing from sweet babysitter to something harsher, less patient.

She wasn't going to win this... There was no getting out of it, not when, even if she got around Kelly, she still had Taylor and Sawyer to deal with. She was going into the diaper... And, if she tried to hard to resist, she'd probably get a much worse spanking than what she'd just received first.

"Okay," she caved, climbing up onto her bed. She winced as her bottom sank down onto the diaper, heard the rustling of plastic, this time coming from right beneath her. 

"That's better!" Kelly's cheerful voice returned. "Now, since you seem to be hungry, let's get you something to munch on while I work."

Vickie wasn't particularly hungry, but, distracted by adjusting her position on the diaper, trying to get comfortable, she didn't say anything in time, and, next thing she knew, had a half-peeled banana in her hands. She stared at it, blushing at the shape of it, unclean thoughts filling her mind unbidden while Kelly squirted baby lotion into her hands, started rubbing them together.

She moved the banana closer to her mouth, attempting to push past the images in her head, to take a bite... Only for another desire to take over as she slid it between her lips, pushing it in further, and further, then back out, and in again... 

"Vickie!" Kelly scolded, snapping Victoria out of it. "What are you doing?!"

Vickie's cheeks darkened, unable to explain herself as Kelly pulled the banana out of her hands. She'd never really had an oral fixation before, not that she remembered, certainly not enough of one to make her do that now, in the middle of this already mortifying situation. She'd never even given a blowjob, despite how much her boyfriends had begged... And now, here she was, lying on a diaper, fellating a banana unconsciously.

"You dirty girl!" Kelly shook her head. "Do you have it out of your system now?"

Victoria nodded, hoping that was true... But, as soon as Kelly gave the fruit back to her, the same thing happened, the other girl quickly snatching it back with a disgusted, "Honestly! And now you've gotten it all wet..." She tried to find a place to set it on the changing mat, only to find there was no room, and, even after folding the peel back down, she was hesitant to put it directly on the covers.

She did spot somewhere else she could put it, however, an evil gleam coming to her eyes. "Well, you did get it all lubed up..." she commented, letting the peels fall down again, then pulling them the rest of the way off. "And you just had to have your banana..."

Vickie didn't get it at first, as she watched Kelly lower the banana down, next to her body, not until she felt it pressing against her. "H-Hey!" she gasped, squirming, yet feeling her body betray her again, opening up. It was a strange sensation, something going into her, weird and invasive, but there wasn't much she could do about it as Kelly slowly and surely pushed the banana into her backside, leaving her feeling much more full than before.

"That's better," Kelly smirked, wiping her hands off. "Why don't we try these instead?" She handed Victoria the little baggie of marshmallows, Vickie silently taking it, still in shock at what had happened, wiggling her backside, worrying about what was going to happen when, eventually, that banana ended up coming back out of her... It definitely didn't look like Kelly was slowing down on the diapering; she'd moved on to powdering Vickie up, using plenty of the sweet smelling stuff.

Vickie did manage to pop one of the marshmallows into her mouth, but just the feel of the squishy things between her fingers reminded her too much of the diaper beneath her. Nose wrinkled, she set the bag, three marshmallows still inside, down.

"You are so fussy tonight!" Kelly sighed. "You put all this stuff out, and you don't want any of it!"

"I didn't!" she tried to defend herself... Except, she did want the vibrator. Not in front of Kelly, and not while she was in a diaper, but she couldn't deny that she wanted it. So, instead, she agreed with a, "Yeah."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "What, are you proud of it? Proud of being a little brat? No wonder your Mommy got you babysitters for the summer, and you're in trainers and diapers... This is clearly what you deserve." 

No, she didn't! Vickie shook her head, wanting to say she didn't deserve to be diapered... And too afraid of what might come out of her mouth if she did. She had wet herself, after all... If she'd been babysitting someone who did that, and had a recent history of even worse accidents...

"No?" Kelly raised her eyebrow. "Let's see." She took the marshmallows away, picked up another banana. "I'm going to give you one more chance to prove it. Can you eat this like a good girl?"

Vickie had no idea; she still wasn't sure what had happened last time. She took the banana as it was handed to her, however, determined to try, to make it work... She lifted it up, aiming it towards her mouth, closing her eyes to try to forget about what it was, what it looked like...

That might have done the trick, if Kelly hadn't popped one of the remaining marshmallows into Vickie's rear. Victoria's eyes popped open in surprise, showing her the banana right there, her mind filling with impure thoughts once again.

"You wanted these," Kelly shrugged. "So you're getting them one way or the other."

They weren't as bad as the banana, anyway, nowhere near as big... But it was a small comfort as she laid there on her diaper, unable to resist the urge to shove the banana as far down her throat as she could, in and out, in and out, until Kelly grabbed it away, and it went in one final time, capping off the other one, and the trio of marshmallows, packing her backside full in a very disconcerting way.

And, to confirm that she wasn't going to be making a trip to the toilet to rid herself of it all, Kelly pulled the diaper up between her legs, taping it snugly into place. Vickie whimpered, squirming, feeling the bulk pushing her thighs apart, the padding following her every move as she wiggled, was sat up.

"There we go!" Kelly gave Vickie's stomach a pat, the other girl groaning, certain she felt the contents shift, threatening to come pouring out. "A nice, thick diaper, and a nice, full tummy! What could be better?"

"K-Kelly..." Victoria nibbled her bottom lip, looking up at her friend. She couldn't let this happen... She didn't want to mess her diaper, not in front of Kelly, who she'd known for so long, and just told, minutes before, that she thought she was cooler than, and not in front of Sawyer and Taylor, who would definitely use it for justification to take away even the tiny sliver of maturity the trainers gave her...

"Are you still hungry?" Kelly put her hands on her hips. "Then why didn't you eat anything? Silly girl... Well, let's see..." She sat down on the bed next to Victoria, picking up the last banana. Vickie squirmed away, diaper crackling, worried Kelly was going to open it back up.

Thankfully, she didn't, unpeeling the banana and breaking off a small piece of it, feeding it to her. Vickie wasn't hungry, but, obediently, she took it, chewing away as her belly rumbled, glad for a few moments of calm, Kelly smiling down at her. It wasn't like what they'd used to have, between friends... This was more the expression the other girl saved for her charges, though, compared to what had just happened, it was still a big improvement.

They weren't equals... Victoria had thought that for years, of course. The difference now was that she'd realized she was the less mature one, that Kelly had outgrown her, not the other way around. Only one of them was wearing a diaper, after all.

"There you go!" Kelly nodded, popping the final piece of banana into Vickie's mouth. "I knew you could do it!" Despite herself, Vickie smiled at the praise, while the other girl got off the bed, heading over to her closet. 

"Ummm... Kelly?" Vickie tried, feeling more confident when her friend wasn't looking right at her. "C-Can I... umm... g-go to the bathroom?" It was such a childish thing to ask for, to have to ask permission for... If she hadn't been aware of the disparity in their maturity levels before, that would have sealed the deal.

And, if that somehow hadn't, Kelly's response definitely would have. "No," she replied.

No?! Didn't she know what that meant?! She had to know everything she'd put into her was going to have to come out eventually... That, if she said no, it would, inevitably, be coming out into her diaper instead... That, with that answer, she was sentencing Vickie to pooping her Pampers, like a little baby...

"I just put you in that diaper, young lady," Kelly lectured. "You should have asked before I finished. Now, it isn't coming off until tomorrow morning. Here we go!"

She turned around, brandishing a set of pajamas Vickie hadn't seen in years, adorned with Ariel from The Little Mermaid. "Do you remember these?" Kelly asked, jiggling the hanger. "You definitely wore these to some of our sleepovers over the years... It'll be like old times!"

Victoria only vaguely recalled that, but she had no doubt Kelly was right. It would have been a long time ago, however... There was no way it would still fit! Kelly cheerfully tried anyway, feeding Vickie's arms through the sleeves, pulling the top around her, fastening up the buttons, starting from the bottom, working her way up, Victoria positive, with each one, that it wasn't going to work, that they'd pop, or the fabric would tear...

"Perfect!" Kelly beamed. "I guess you haven't changed much since the last time you wore this... Up here, anyway."

It was a bit tight, though nowhere near as much as she would have expected. Far more difficult were the matching shorts... But she knew a lot of that was because of the bulky diaper she had on underneath. They refused to cover the whole thing, constantly sliding down, exposing more of her diaper, making her nervously try to tug them back up, as if everyone in the house didn't already know what she had on underneath.

"Adorable," Kelly smiled, pinching Vickie's cheeks. "And look what else I found in there!"

It was the old sleeping bag Vickie had used at their sleepovers, too, shoved in the back corner, long forgotten. It was Little Mermaid themed, too, and, as much as Victoria wanted to believe she'd outgrown it, the PJs made her worry that might not be the case. 

"Here," Kelly pushed it into Vickie's arms. "Now you can come sleep in the living room with the big girls."

"B-But..." Vickie looked at her bed, at the privacy of her room... 

"I told you, Vickie," Kelly shook her finger. "No buzzies for little girls who sleep in diapers! That's for big girls."

"That's not what I want!" Vickie did her best to say. At the thought of it, however... "That's what I want!" she squealed instead, her desperation made all the more pathetic by her childish pajamas and her diaper, surely only minutes away from being filled...

"I know," Kelly smiled. "Maybe that will motivate you to learn to keep your pants dry!"

"I can't," she whined, mind apparently unconvinced by her intended, "I can!", thanks to her earlier accident that seemed to disprove it.

"Maybe one day," Kelly chuckled, taking her hand, leading her out of the room. There was a moment of hope as Kelly took her to the bathroom... But it was just to have her brush her teeth, Kelly sitting on the closed toilet lid, signalling that it was off limits.

"Pl-Please, Kelly," Vickie bounced, pushing her legs as close together as they'd go with the thick diaper between them. "I-It'll only take a minute..."

"Come on," Kelly grabbed her by the hand again, Vickie dragging her sleeping bag behind her in the other as she was taken away from the toilet, and her one hope of avoiding the inevitable. "Let's go show your babysitters how well I did on my dare."