Victoria's Secret - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

"Aww!" 

Vickie blushed, staring down at the floor as her babysitters cooed over her, getting up and rushing over to admire her. She squirmed, gulping at the sensation of their hands on her crinkly diapers, the sound echoing through the living room.

"That is perfect!" Sawyer exclaimed, once she could finally form words again. "She is too cute! Great job, Kelly!"

"Thanks," Kelly shrugged smugly.

"Maybe you should come over and help us sit her sometime," Taylor offered.

Victoria shook her head, not wanting the girl to see any more of her than she already had. Maybe, in a way, it would be better, since she didn't wear diapers during the day... Other than that, though, it wasn't much of an improvement, and with Kelly there, it might not be one at all. Hopefully, this one night would be enough revenge for her; then again, Vickie had been basically ignoring her for years.

"Hey!" she realized, in her frantic attempts to change the subject, to keep the girls from making any plans that would make her life worse for the remaining weeks of summer - and possibly into her senior year at college, if Kelly decided to tell anyone there about it. "It's my turn!"

"What?" Sawyer looked away from her bulging PJ shorts at last, towards her face. "What are you whining about, Vickie?"

"I'm not whining!" Vickie insisted, although, if her mind had heard how it sounded ahead of time, she suspected she would have ended up saying the opposite. "It's my turn in the game!"

She had the power now, whether it felt like it or not, standing there in her childish pajamas, diaper incredibly obvious under them, her bottom aching for release beneath that. How was she going to use it? Could she dare one of them to take her to the bathroom, to avoid disaster? Or would they call that against the rules, too? Would it be better to level the playing field a little, make one of them put on diapers as well? Or, when she inevitably used them, would they just say that proved she was more immature anyway?

She groaned, wriggling in place, wishing she could believe she somehow wouldn't have to poop her pants, but the first word that had come to her mind about it - inevitable - was feeling more appropriate than ever. Her tummy was really churning now, ready to explode any minute, and, unless she got to the bathroom quickly, it would be happening in her pants. With three against one, she'd need help, because she wasn't getting past all of them... Perhaps she should use their trick, dare one of them to diaper another. That would keep two of them, at least, busy... And the third would probably want to watch...

Unless, again, they declared it 'cheating', and she wasted another turn. It would have been helpful to know what the rules were; more than likely there was only one, which was, 'Don't let Vickie do anything.'

In the end, however, it didn't matter. "Oh, that?" Sawyer smirked. "The game is over... It's your beddy-bye time, squirt."

"What?!" Victoria squealed. In a way, it was a relief, as she felt a weight lifting off her mind... And yet... "That's not fair! I only went once, and you didn't even do anything!"

Sawyer shrugged. "That's the way the cookie crumbles. Maybe if you hadn't been so fussy about literally everything, we could have gotten back to your turn before bedtime."

"And look at how considerate she is, bringing her bed to us," Taylor added, taking the sleeping bag from Vickie's grasp, spreading it out on the floor. "Go on, Vickie, get in."

"Wh-What?" Vickie gulped, wiggling her padded bottom. "N-No, I can't yet..." She didn't want to lie down now, not when she was moments away from messing herself!

"You can't?" Sawyer raised an eyebrow. 

It was, Victoria's mind considered, interesting phrasing. Physically, of course, she could... Whether she wanted to or not was a completely different story. The words had gotten out of her unscathed, so... Could she 'lie' again? Had that only been for the course of the game? She didn't know how they did it, though that video Tyler had shown her, that still made her head feel fuzzy when she thought too hard about it, might have something to do with it...

"Why don't we see about that?" Sawyer suggested, and, before Vickie could respond, she'd scooped her up, the older girl yelping, cheeks red, feeling the strong arms of the girl she'd used to babysit around her, carrying her over to the sleeping bag, laying her down in it. Taylor flopped the bag over, zipping her up. "Huh," Sawyer teased. "Looks like you can after all."

Just like with the PJs, it was embarrassing to discover she could fit after all, that, years later, she hadn't made as much progress as she'd thought, or hoped. It was a slightly tighter fit, but, obviously, part of that came from Taylor sealing her in with both arms inside, which had not been her usual sleeping style when she used it in the past. She preferred keeping at least one hand free, so she could look at her phone if she needed to, or grab a drink, or, really, do anything.

Now... "Come on!" she whined, unable to deny that was what she was doing this time while she writhed. While the bag was big enough for her, it was close, and her diaper didn't help matters, the fat bulge visible from the outside, ensuring nobody would forget what she was wearing. With her arms at her side, there was no room for her to so much as wriggle her hand up high enough to grab the inside zipper and free herself. "Let me out of this!"

"She's so fussy!" Taylor shook her head. "You're supposed to be going to sleep, wiggle-worm!"

Sawyer stared down at her with an evil grin. "You know what always calms her down?" Without waiting for an answer, she flipped the bag over, Vickie grunting as she flopped down onto the floor beneath her, the hard floor pressing against her churning tummy. That, in and of itself, was almost enough to make her lose what little control she was grasping onto, forcing her to use every fiber of her being to keep anything from happening. Unfortunately, Sawyer decided to continue. "She's always so much nicer, and quieter, after a spanking!"

"No!" Vickie howled, blushing as she remembered the first spanking they'd given her... They wouldn't really do that again, would they?! While she was lying there, defenseless? And with Kelly there watching?!

And then, there was another, more desperate, "N-No!", accompanied by frantic squirming. The threat had taken her mind off of the more pressing danger for just a moment... But that was enough. She bit her bottom lip, feeling something slimy pushing its way out, into her diaper. The bananas! Sawyer or Taylor had left them up there... They couldn't have meant for Kelly to use them this way, though, could they? If not, however, then they had no reason to think that what they were about to feel in the seat of her diaper wasn't something far more humiliating. 

"Whatcha doing there, Vick?" Sawyer chuckled, kneeling down, giving Victoria's diaper a poke. 

Vickie swallowed, struggling in the sleeping bag. How had she known already?! She hadn't even come close to touching the padding before... Was she being that obvious? Or... Was the sleeping bag that tight around her? She groaned, craning her neck, seeing the three girls watching her intently, realizing that must be the case, that, even through the bag, they were all able to see her shame, see her filling her pants helplessly.

"I-It's not my fault!" she instinctively tried to move her arms, to cover the slowly expanding lump. "T-Tell them, Kelly!"

Kelly looked at her, eyebrow raised, then gave her a smile. "Well, with my experience as a babysitter," she said, "I suppose that's true... If you're saying you aren't potty trained. It isn't fair to blame a baby for using their diapers, after all. It's all they know!"

"That isn't it!" Vickie kicked her feet, each one moving an inch or two, at most. "You know it isn't!"

Once the first banana had started to make its exit, there was nothing she could do to stop them, no way to halt them, at least from her current position on the floor. All she could do was feel them make their reappearance, listen to her babysitters mock her, thinking she was pooping her pants. They would, of course, see that wasn't the case when they changed her, but she didn't expect any apologies.

"With this much in her, you'd think she would have just used the potty," Taylor patted the diaper. "I guess she isn't even bright enough to think of that on her own, huh?"

"I'm not some stupid baby!" Vickie sniffed, squeaking as Taylor moved her hand, pressing down hard, spreading mashed banana around her wiggling bottom.

"Oh, yeah," Taylor nodded. "Only a genius could make this much of a mess."

Finally, it stopped, Vickie letting out a sigh of relief, resting her sweaty face on the floor as the last of the bananas oozed out of her. It had been miserable, but at least now it was over, and the girls could get her into a clean diaper, and back in her sleeping bag. She wouldn't mind the early bedtime nearly as much now, and perhaps, even though they might not admit they were wrong about what she'd been doing, they would take it ever so slightly easier on her.

Except... It wasn't over. She had a moment of peace, long enough to convince herself she would be okay, and then she felt another push come from inside her. Weakly, she attempted to clench her muscles, but it did her no good as another wave began to force its way into her diaper, this one warmer, mushier, stinkier... This time, she truly was pooping herself, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Wow," Sawyer commented. "Round two already?"

"I can't believe such a little baby had so much of a messy inside her," Taylor gave the diaper another pat, Vickie wrinkling her nose, grunting and pushing, while Kelly watched the whole thing with a huge smirk on her face.

Vickie could feel her PJ shorts slide down as her diaper ballooned, part of her wondering if they would have fallen off completely if she'd been standing up. Of course, if she was out of the bag, she liked to think she wouldn't have done it at all, that she could have gone to the bathroom... She had no idea how she would have made that happen, though.

She wasn't sure, even at full energy, she could have escaped from the sleeping bag on her own, but now, exhausted and humiliated by what she'd just done, she knew there was no hope. She didn't even have the strength to speak up, to defend herself, as the girls talked about her overhead.

"Is she done now?" Taylor asked.

"She'd better be," Sawyer quipped. "I don't think her diaper can hold much more!"

"It's a good thing I got her into that," Kelly pointed out. "Can you imagine what would have happened if she was still in her Pull-Ups?"

They weren't Pull-Ups, they were training panties... Which made it worse. Even if they hadn't leaked, they would have been very stained after this, an eternal reminder that she'd done far more than piddle in them once or twice. She almost felt grateful to Kelly, until she recalled that the girl was the reason she'd had this 'accident' in the first place.

"Should we leave her like that?" Taylor giggled. "It's quite the picture, isn't it?"

"It is," Sawyer agreed. "A whole night like that might be too much tummy time for her, though..."

"You might be right," Taylor said reluctantly, nudging Vickie's stomach with her foot, digging her toe underneath, then pushing up, flipping her over onto her back.

Vickie cried out despite herself as she landed on her bottom, sinking into the waiting mass of mush. She wiggled her toes, her backside, trying to escape, but none of it did her any good, let her get away from this intensely infantile sensation that accompanied her every movement.

"What a baby," Sawyer shook her head. "Did you really do all that just to get out of a spanking?"

"N-No," Vickie sniffled.

"Yeah, right," Sawyer sounded unconvinced... Honestly, as weak and uncertain as Vickie's voice was at the moment, she doubted she would have bought it, either, if she hadn't known the truth. "I bet you thought that was going to get you a change, too."

"Y-Yes," Victoria admitted, squirming what tiny amount she could squirm. They weren't really going to leave her like this all night... Were they?!

"She really isn't very bright, is she?" Kelly chuckled. "You just got that diaper, Vickie... It isn't our fault you decided to use it so soon. We were just in the bathroom, you should have asked me to use the toilet there. Or did you forget how?"

"B-But..." That wasn't fair! Kelly had made it clear she wasn't allowed to use the toilet, hadn't given her the option... This was all her fault! Yet, staring up at her now, wriggling in her very dirty diaper, knowing that Kelly had been the one to land her here, it was hard to find the guts, or the strength, to point any of that out, much less do anything about it.

"It is well past your bedtime," Sawyer said after a long, silent moment from the mortified girl in the sleeping bag. "This has all been fun, but you've played long enough. Night-night."

"No!" Vickie shook her head, the one thing she could do with the rest of her body encased in the sleeping bag. "I-I can't sleep like this!"

How was she ever going to get comfortable enough in a messy diaper to fall asleep? And, even if that was possible, how could she do it with no range of movement, no chance of even trying to find a spot where she didn't feel the mush constantly around her?

Of course... She blushed, thinking about how, on her first day with her sitters, she had messed herself in her sleep, after that awful dream. Sawyer didn't know about that, not unless Taylor had betrayed Vickie and told the other girl that, even after Vickie had bought her a computer. It didn't count, though... She'd been asleep already when it happened. Now, she was awake, fully aware of what she'd done.

"You can't, huh?" Sawyer grinned, making Vickie gulp, and regret saying anything. She didn't know how, or what, but that look on the girl's face made it obvious to her that Sawyer had something in mind, and that Vickie wasn't going to like it. 

She had a moment to consider, to debate with herself if it was worth it to back away, to spend the night struggling futilely on her back, listening to the other three chat, until, maybe, if she was lucky, she passed out and got an hour or two of slumber. She'd probably have to keep her eyes closed the whole time, pretend she was already sleeping, or risk her sitters' wrath.

Would she even be able to discourage Sawyer from whatever she was up to? Clearly, she'd come up with a plan, and chances seemed good that she was going to see it through one way or the other... If Vickie immediately backed down, she would just demonstrate how pathetic she was, how much they controlled her... Not that either was exactly a secret to anyone in this room.

"N-No," she said after a few seconds. "A-All I want is a clean diaper..."

"That's going to take so long, Vickie," Sawyer told her. "You made such a big mess, and we'll have to get you out of your sleeping bag, and clean you up... And we're already late getting you to sleep. But babies like you need lots of rest... So, if you're that worried you won't be able to get it, we'll have to help."

She went to her bag, searching through it for just long enough to worry Vickie before lifting up a large pacifier. There was something strange about it, but Vickie didn't get a good enough look at it to deduce what that could be before it was shoved into her mouth.

"Perfect!" Taylor clapped her hands. "Now we don't have to listen to her crying!"

"Oh, it's even better than that," Sawyer's eyes gleamed, digging in her bag again, while Vickie's tongue explored the unfamiliar intruder in her mouth. It had been years since she'd used one, of course, but, in her experience babysitting, she had and handled plenty, and the oddness of it extended beyond her first glance. The nipple of it felt more stiff than she'd expect after having washed a few, though maybe that was a side effect of scaling it up for her adult mouth.

Or so she thought, until her tongue found the hole, tracing it. The whole thing, it seemed, was hollow, a wide tube appearing to run through the nipple of it... And, from the way the other girls were reacting, through the shield as well. 

"Isn't that handy?" Kelly mused. "You could put all kinds of things in there..."

"I can think of plenty of options," Taylor chuckled menacingly.

Vickie didn't want to find out what those were, tried to spit it out... But, before she could, Sawyer was back, holding a strap. It had a hole in it as well, and she forced the outside of the pacifier through it, then pulled the strap tight, fastening it behind Victoria's head, giving her no choice other than to lie there, mouth around the paci's bulb, ready to accept anything they wanted to feed her.

"I'm sure we could all think of a lot of things that would do her some good," Sawyer told the other two. "But this is really meant to help fussy babies take their medicine... And Tyler left some medicine to help little Vickie here be a good girl, so I think we ought to start with that."

Vickie shook her head, wanting no part in anything Tyler had touched, not that it made any difference. Sawyer took one more thing out of her purse, a bottle that she poured a thick liquid out of, into the pacifier as Victoria mumbled helplessly, wrinkling her nose as it started to drip out the other side. Once she was satisfied she'd used enough, Sawyer slid a plug into the outside of the pacifier, with a ring that made it look like any other paci, and turned it, locking it in place.

The liquid had an artificial sweetness to it, the kind that was added to kids' medicine to encourage them to take it instead of spitting it out. Here, Vickie couldn't help wondering what it was covering up... But there was nothing she could do about it, no way to get rid of it other than swallowing it... And, as soon as she started to do that, her head started to feel fuzzy, the way it had when she'd watched the video...

"Sweet dreams, Vickie," Sawyer kissed her on the forehead, as the girl's eyelids began to drift downwards, despite her previous insistence, mere minutes ago, that there was no way she could sleep in her diaper. "Don't let the bedbugs bite..."