Victoria's Secret - Chapter 17 (Patreon)

"Come on," Sawyer insisted, sounding even more stern. "Or do you need a spanking for being rude, young lady?"

Vickie didn't particularly want to be spanked... This was a dream, however, so not only would it not hurt, it might be enough to wake her up? Or, perhaps, it was the last jolt she'd need to make her mind fully accept that it wasn't real, so she could do anything she wanted... Including taking back control of the situation.

Then again, despite knowing it was, it didn't feel like a dream, and she could remember what being spanked by Sawyer felt like all too clearly. She was pretty confident she couldn't feel that now... But she didn't want to find out for sure.

"I-I'll try," Victoria said, trying to think of going to see The Nutcracker as a kid, some easy moves from that she could imitate. She'd probably seen other ballet, in other places, since then, yet that was the first thing that had come to mind.

"Just take inspiration from the ballerina here," Sawyer gave Vickie's diaper a pat, then paused, patted again. "Are you wet already?"

How could she ask her that here, in front of Lisa?! Or, the better, more accurate question: how could she have done that to Sawyer? It had been long enough ago now, she wasn't positive, but she thought she recalled that, when she'd done it, it hadn't even been true... It had only been a few minutes since she'd put the girl in the diaper. Now, there was no denying that she'd let a few little trickles out into her padding.

Except, that was exactly what she did; that was, after all, what Sawyer had done, blushing bright red as she was humiliated in front of her much younger neighbor. "No!" Vickie shook her head, stomping her foot, hating how loud the diaper was crinkling, how much more babyish it made her feel, on top of everything else.

"Oooh!" Lisa clapped her hands. "Can I help change her?!"

Victoria swallowed, knowing how much the girl must be loving this... She'd just seen how many baby dolls she'd pulled out of her toy box, looking for spare diapers, many of them wearing only their own diapers... She squirmed, glancing over to see them, still lying on the floor, realizing that was precisely the way Lisa was thinking of her now... A bigger, better baby doll, one that would actually squirm and cry, like a real baby, the kind she was too little to look after on her own, no matter how much she wanted to...

She'd said no, of course, probably because she'd only been teasing Sawyer about wetting herself then, and didn't want Lisa to find out... Even if that hadn't been the case, she didn't think she would have gone that far, though it was hard to say for sure, considering everything else she'd done. She was glad, at least, that she was safe from this...

"She doesn't quite need one yet," Sawyer told Lisa. "Just give it some time... She'll be soaked before you know it."

Vickie gasped, staring up at Sawyer in disbelief. There was no way she'd said that, no way she'd promised that... As soon as she looked away from the discarded baby dolls, however, she had more important things to worry about, her head spinning as she stared up, and up, Sawyer suddenly appearing nearly as tall as a skyscraper to her... And, to her horror, Lisa wasn't much shorter, in comparison.

She looked back down at herself, whimpering when she saw exactly what she'd feared. She'd shrunken down, matching the size of those baby dolls she'd related with so much, the perfect size for Lisa to swoop down and pick up, holding her in front of her now-huge face. "She's so cute!" she gushed, as Vickie kicked and squirmed, trying to escape, until she glanced down at the floor, realized how far down it would be if she was dropped.

She was truly helpless, truly at their mercy... She really might as well have been one of Lisa's dolls. The girl cradled her in her arms, like a baby, rocking her back and forth, humming happily. 

Obviously, this had not happened when she'd been babysitting Sawyer... If, somehow, it had been an option, she couldn't deny that it would have been amusing to do, to make the tomboy, who hated her little princess neighbor, play with her this way... But, in reality, there was no way to do something like this.

"Oh!" Lisa grinned. "I know what we can do!" She stomped over to the pink, plastic toy highchair, the one made for her dolls, sliding Vickie into it. She supposed she should be glad it was a toy, and nothing more, sparing her the humiliation of getting strapped in, although the thing was tall enough, in relation to her, that she wasn't going to make any attempt to climb out anyway. The tray didn't even work, the whole thing being one piece of cheap plastic.

Lisa didn't mind. Victoria fit into it perfectly, which was good enough for her, as she slid the chair across the floor, over towards the tea party table she had set up. She wasn't sure why, but she felt very uncomfortable, looking out at the other toys around the table, waiting blankly for their imaginary tea. She known that, if she was this tiny, they'd mostly be bigger than her, yet seeing them, being slide up to the table with them, made it so much more real...

Miss Twinkletoes, especially, was intimidating; she'd been almost as big as Vickie normally, and now, even sitting on the floor, not in one of the chairs, she was practically a giant. Vickie knew her own diaper had started out the same size, but the one on the teddy bear looked humongous, the size of it weirding her out in a strange way, just sticking out under her tutu the way it was.

"This is perfect!" Lisa declared. "Miss Twinkletoes is a good baby, but she's way too big to come to our tea parties! Babies have to sit in highchairs to be safe, and she doesn't fit in that one at all! We can finally have a tea party with a sweet, little baby!"

Vickie jumped as she saw the other toys around the table start to move, stuffed animals and porcelain dolls in fancy dresses turning to look at her, commenting on how their mistress was right. "A lovely little toddler!" one of the dolls declared.

"I've never seen anyone more suited for the role!" a stuffed unicorn added.

"No!" Vickie whined, shaking her head. "I'm not!"

Lisa ignored her, picking up the plastic teapot and starting to pour. To Vickie's surprise, tea came out, expertly filling the plastic cups set at every place at the table, the toys picking them up as primly and properly as possible, given their artificial hands, of various kinds, taking cookies and sandwiches from the tray at the center of the table to put on their plates.

Like everything else, the treats had been plastic, but, now, they looked quite real. "Would you like something?" Lisa asked Sawyer. "I'm sorry, I don't have a chair for you."

"That's quite all right," Sawyer assured her, bending over, picking up one of the tiny finger sandwiches, popping it into her mouth. "Delicious! Do you have anything for your special guest, though?"

"Right!" Lisa turned to look at Vickie, wriggling in her high chair. "Babies can't eat solid food, can they? And they're too clumsy for tea cups..."

"They're plastic!" Vickie rolled her eyes. Not that she wanted to have any of whatever was being served... It was just silly to think it would have mattered even if she would have dropped one of the cups.

"I know!" Lisa exclaimed, hopping up and going back to her toy box. "I have a couple dolls you can feed to make them use their diapers! I bet I still have their food in here!"

"No!" Victoria shook her head, kicking her feet desperately, unable to do anything to stop Lisa from producing a tiny, plastic baby bottle, and a matching jar of 'baby food', complete with spoon.

"Mommy." Vickie jumped, hearing an unfamiliar voice, high and simpering. It took her a moment to see that it was coming from Miss Twinkletoes, bouncing in place at the other side of the table. "Mommy, can I help?"

The bear was so huge, that definitely wasn't the kind of voice Victoria would have expected from it... Lisa clearly saw it as a baby, however, despite its size, so she supposed it made sense that it would sound like one. 

"I don't know, Miss Twinkletoes," Lisa said. "This is a big job! We might need to leave it to the babysitter!"

"Oh, I don't know," Sawyer patted the teddy bear on the bottom, the toy letting out a giggle as its diaper crinkled. "I think she's responsible enough for this! Besides, she has so much more experience being a baby... I bet she could teach your new dolly a lot."

Vickie whimpered, staring up at Sawyer in disbelief. "I'm not a dolly!" she insisted. "Especially not hers!"

There was no way Sawyer was going to leave her here like this, would she?! Her hear thumped loudly in her chest as Miss Twinkletoes lumbered across the room, picking up the baby bottle in its giant paws, once Lisa had filled it from the teapot, and pushing it into Vickie's protesting mouth.

The teddy bear had always looked so soft and fluffy, it was quite a shock to feel how strong it was, how impossible it was to get away from it. Her own smaller size surely didn't help, and neither did the high chair, although, even without that, she didn't know how much of a chance she would have stood. And, the worst part of all, while she'd been expecting, naturally, milk, when she started inevitably to suck on her bottle, instead, she got milk. 

"No!" Vickie kicked her feet, burbling into her bottle. This was not going to be good, thanks to her lactose intolerance...

"Babies hafta drink their milk!" Miss Twinkletoes lectured her with a giggle. "It helps big girls grow up big and strong... It helps babies like us stay little and sweet!"

"I don't wanna be little!" Vickie whined, certain she could already feel her tummy rumbling.

Things didn't improve when the bear moved on to the baby food jar. Victoria could see right away from the color that it was prune, her nose wrinkling long before the first spoonful had been brought up to her mouth. She shook her head, mouth clamped shut tightly, absolutely refusing, even after Miss Twinkletoes smeared the first couple spoons of mush around Vickie's face, making her look like an especially messy eater.

"It's okay," Lisa comforted the increasingly frustrated Miss Twinkletoes. "I know this one! Sometimes, my other eating dolly's mouth gets stuck, too, so you just have to..." She reached over, grabbing Vickie's foot, giving it a squeeze.

Vickie didn't know what she was doing at first, assumed that, maybe, the doll had a button built into its foot to force the mouth open; she, of course, was a human, so there was no reason it would work on her.

Except... It did. To her surprise, her mouth flew open, allowing the teddy bear to easily slide the entire spoonful of baby food inside. She nearly gagged, wrinkling her nose and squirming in her seat, diaper crackling away, as she was forced to swallow, and then, before she could even try to resist the next one, Miss Twinkletoes followed Lisa's example, squeezing Vickie's foot. 

Her mouth opened again, staying that way until the bear had filled it up with disgusting, purple mush. There was nothing she could do to stop it, no escaping... If the bear wanted her to eat, she was going to eat, until it was satisfied... It had nothing to do with her, and whether she was hungry or not, she had no choice in the matter... Just like any other toy.

"How long do you think it'll take for her to use her diaper?" Lisa asked Sawyer excitedly. "My other dolly does it right away, almost!"

"Oh, I'm sure it'll happen in no time," Sawyer smirked. "Won't it?"

Vickie whimpered, shook her head; there was no way she was going to do that, not here, in front of Lisa, and the dolls! She was getting so full, though, the jar seemingly nearly bottomless as Miss Twinkletoes dug out more and more mashed prunes, her tummy feeling bloated under the snug waistband of her bulky diaper... 

"I know, Mommy!" Miss Twinkletoes beamed. "Your other dolly has a button for that, too!"

She set the spoon down, one paw reaching out, shoving hard on Victoria's bulging stomach. Vickie squirmed uncomfortably, not liking it, but thinking it wasn't so bad, that she could tough it out... But, same as with her foot, there was no resisting what it did. A moment later, she felt herself push, heard a grunt that, like it or not, was coming from her own throat, and slowly, a warm, squishy mass began to ooze into her diaper.

"No, no, no!" she squealed, hands tightening into fists, toes curling inside her Mary Janes, as she fought with every fiber of her being to stop what was happening, only seeming to speed it up, diaper crinkling softly as it expanded to accommodate her mess. She could feel all eyes on her, even the dolls halting their tea party to watch the show.

This wasn't right! This wasn't what had happened at all! She'd thought she was safe, that it couldn't go this far, when it hadn't back then, but she should have known, as soon as she'd been shrunken down to doll size, that anything was on the table here.

"I wanna see!" Lisa giggled, Miss Twinkletoes happy to oblige, lifting the mortified Vickie out of the high chair, her diaper drooping heavily now, the tights doing their best, keeping the mess pressed tightly against her skin, but not quite able to keep the fresh lumpiness hidden. Lisa squealed as she reached out, gave the seat of Victoria's diaper a poke. "She really did it!"

The dolls around the table were eager to see, too, Miss Twinkletoes carrying her to each for them to inspect and prod at her padding, ending with Sawyer. Vickie gulped as the giant woman took her from the teddy bear, feeling as tiny as a baby - smaller, even - in her arms, unable to look away from Sawyer's breasts, looking bigger than ever.

"Such a good baby!" she praised Vickie. "You're a natural, sweetie! And Miss Twinkletoes is a good teacher, isn't she? But... You never did thank her for your nice diaper," she gave it a pat, Victoria wrinkling her nose as the contents squelched against her, "and your bonnet. And now you have so much more to thank her for... Go on." She set Vickie down on the floor. "Go show everyone you know how to be polite."

Down there, on the floor, everything looked bigger than ever, especially Miss Twinkletoes. It was hard to believe Vickie's own diaper had started out the same size as she nervously toddled up to the teddy bear, staring at the one it was wearing, wishing desperately she could be in it instead, that she could be big enough for it to fit, and that hers could be that clean...

Even knowing that she was a baby, it felt like Miss Twinkletoes was a real bear now, as large as she was. And all she had to do was reach out, press Vickie's tummy again... Victoria had no reason to think it wouldn't work a second time, considering how well squeezing her foot had gone for the entire feeding. 

"Th-Thank you," she said, simply wanting it to be over.

As if she was reading her mind, Miss Twinkletoes asked, "For what?" 

Vickie whimpered, turning to look at Sawyer, who waved her own, bemused. "F-For my d-diaper," she sighed.

"Oh, you definitely needed it more than me!" the bear giggled, swatting the back of Vickie's diaper with her paw, nearly knocking her over.

Vickie blushed, regaining her balance. "A-And for my bonnet," she tugged at it. "A-And feeding me..." 

"And what else?" Sawyer pressed. "What else did Miss Twinkletoes do for you, sweetie?"

Certainly nothing worth thanking her for... But she couldn't say she was actually grateful for anything else, either. "A-And for making me mess my diaper," she blushed.

"You're welcome!" the teddy bear told her. "The best way to thank me is with a dance, though!"

Vickie stared up at her, wondering if, finally, things were going back to the way they had happened, if this was about to end. "I-I don't know how," she said, echoing Sawyer's words, when everyone had insisted she dance for Miss Twinkletoes.

"That's okay!" Miss Twinkletoes grabbed her hands. "I'll show you! You can be the entertainment for the rest of the tea party!"

Vickie could remember pretending to sip tea while Sawyer wrapped her arms around the huge teddy bear, doing a clumsy waltz around the bedroom, her dress occasionally flapping up, showing off the ruffles on her tights, and a hint of the bulky garment underneath. Vickie's diaper was already on full display, and full, which was bad enough... Miss Twinkletoes wasn't dancing with her this time.

The bear loomed over her, using its paws to move her around, puppeting her into an infantile mockery of ballet, one that would have been plenty humiliating even if it didn't remind her of how tiny she was, of how she was now, somehow, being played with by a toy. She was so little, so helpless, even a stuffed animal had more control over her than she did herself...

She got plenty of applause by the time it was done, and, from the other toys, it seemed sincere enough, although she could tell Sawyer was mocking her with it. Lisa had been enthusiastic at the start of the performance, but now, she appeared restless. "She smells," she complained.

"Well, she did use her diaper," Sawyer pointed out, leaving out the fact that Lisa herself had requested it, and Miss Twinkletoes had forced it, making it sound like it had been all Vickie's fault. "Do you want to change her?"

Vickie's eyes widened, her head shaking. She would have loved to be out of this messy diaper, all those pirouettes and twirls having ensured there wasn't a clean patch of skin left beneath her padding... But not like this. Not from Lisa, of all people!

Thankfully, the little girl wrinkled her nose, shook her head. "No, she's yucky. I don't wanna."

"Well, that's all right," Sawyer chuckled. "She can stay in that diaper a while."

Vickie pouted, not a fan of that alternative either. 

"No, she's stinky!" Lisa whined.

"Okay," Sawyer said patiently. "I bet if you put her away in the toy box, you won't even notice! Then you can leave her there until you're ready to change her."

"No!" Vickie shook her head. "No, you can't put me in there!"

"That's where toys go when you get bored with them," Sawyer told her. "Don't worry... I'm sure Lisa will want to play with you again someday..."

"Y-You're not leaving me here... Are you?" Victoria stared at Sawyer, gasping as Lisa picked her up. "Sawyer, no! Please, don't do this!"

"I have to go," Sawyer shrugged. "It was nice having a tea party with you, Lisa!"

"Bye!" Lisa called, looking back. Vickie watched helplessly as Sawyer walked over to the bedroom door, seeing her move further away as she was carried in the opposite direction, the toy box looming large, huge and cavernous and dark... 

"Lisa, pl-please," she sniffled, squirming helplessly as she was lowered down into it, seeing the door close just before she was lowered beneath the lip of the box, where there was nothing to see except old toys and dust. "D-Don't leave me here!"

But Lisa ignored her, reaching up to grab the lid. Vickie scrambled over the other toys, her movements growing stiffer, more awkward, as she tried to find a way to climb up high enough to get out as the lid closed further and further, the last remaining bits of light slowly getting blocked out by it. She stared down at her hands, horrified to see her fingers fusing together, turning into plastic, knowing she was becoming a true baby doll, just before the lid slammed shut completely.

And then, with a gasp, she opened her eyes, found Lisa frowning up at her, confused. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," she chuckled, looking around. She'd known right away, of course, that she wasn't a doll, that she wasn't even in a diaper... She was still pleased to see that she was back in the jeans and crop top she ought to be wearing, her hand closed tight around Sawyer's, the girl looking none too happy to be standing there in her sissyish dress and bonnet. "Yeah, I'm great. Say thank you, Sawyer."

This was how it should be, she thought, relieved, happy to be back in control again, for her dream to have gotten back on track with her memories, and, seemingly, for it to have decided to spare her the worst of what had happened that day, perhaps to make up for what it had just added.

"Th-Thank you for the dance, Miss Twinkletoes," Sawyer grumbled, blushing at being forced to talk to a teddy bear, and, surely, at the memory of having to dance with it as if it were a real person.

"You can be more grateful than that," Vickie scolded. And, really, Sawyer should be... She had no idea how much worse it had just been for Vickie than what she had been through.

Sawyer sulked, pulling her hand away as Victoria let go of it, almost resisting, then thinking better of it. "Thank you so much, Miss Twinkletoes," she tried again, giving as delicate a curtsy as she dared, not wanting to flash her diaper as she did it. She was mostly successful... But only mostly. 

"Much better," Vickie patted her on the head, grabbing her hand again. "Now... Why don't we go to the park, so everyone can see how cute you look, not just Lisa and Miss Twinkletoes here?"