Victoria's Secret - Chapter 18 (Patreon)

Victoria was confused, although she was also certainly glad to see that things had cleared up, gone back to normal. She smiled, looking down at herself, admiring her revealing outfit, the one that it was very obvious she wasn't diapered underneath, that she hadn't had any accidents in. Just from the smell of the girl, there was no doubt that, even if Vickie's misadventures as a doll hadn't happened, back with the rest of these memories, they results were still there, in the seat of Sawyer's diaper.

Vickie almost felt bad for her - almost - but, after what had happened, both in Lisa's room, and in the real world since Sawyer had started to babysit her, it was nice to have a little revenge, even in a dream. Of course, the fact that what Sawyer was doing to her was, really, revenge itself, for what Vickie had done to her, years ago, made the whole thing a bit murkier... Luckily, since this was all a dream, it didn't actually count.

"So, Sawyer," she grinned, "are you excited to go to the park?"

"No!" Sawyer glared at her, stomping her foot, not thinking about how that would make her skirt flutter, exposing a flash of her diaper to Victoria, and anyone else on the sidewalk nearby. "No, I'm not going to the park!"

Vickie shook her head. "Wow... You really don't get it, do you? You're going to do anything I want you to do... And I want to go to the park." She punctuated her words with a swat to Sawyer's bottom one that, at the time, had merely made a nice, satisfying crinkle, but now was accompanied with a squish, and some uncomfortable squirming from her charge.

There really wasn't much she could do about it, no matter how much she dragged her feet. A part of Victoria wondered if she was going too far, while another couldn't help trying to recall if she'd had that thought when she was younger, or if she'd just been caught up in the fun of tormenting the girl, parading her down the street in her frilly dress and baby bonnet, diapers crackling and rustling all the way.

"It's too bad I didn't bring up a nice picnic lunch," Vickie mused out loud. "We could have spread a blanket out in the sun and eaten..."

"No," Sawyer repeated glumly, rubbing her tummy. 

"Aww," Vickie teased, poking the girl's stomach. "You can't be that full after a little baby food, can you? If you are, that just proves you really are a baby..."

Sawyer whined, not knowing how to respond to that, whether she should admit the truth, and agree with her babysitter, or lie, and run the risk of being made to eat even more. It was hard to imagine that she was still full, after how big of a mess Vickie had made... But, of course, that had only happened to Vickie. Now that they were back on track with what had happened, she hadn't used her diaper, despite how curious Lisa had been to see it, not that you'd be able to tell by looking at the girl's padding now.

Vickie gave Sawyer's diaper another swat, to reassure herself that was true, that the contents hadn't gone anywhere; they very much hadn't. "Well, we'll let you play for a while," she said, adjusting the ruffles on the seat of her charge's tights, while Sawyer blushing, trying to yank her skirt down. "I bet you'll work up an appetite that way. Maybe there'll be a food truck or something nearby."

"I don't want that!" Sawyer sulked. "I wanna go home!"

"Eventually," Vickie promised. "You need some fresh air, though, little lady... And you need to show off your pretty outfit."

"No, I don't!" Sawyer fumed. "Nobody needs to see me this way!"

Vickie paused, pinched the girl's cheeks. "Aww... You're only saying that because you don't know how cute you look! I think the whole world needs to see you!"

"No, they don't!" Sawyer blushed bright red. "Vickie!"

But Victoria had her mind made up, and she continued to march the girl through the park, to, of course, the playground. Sawyer fought back a little harder, seeing it approach, to no avail, which made Vickie feel particularly big and strong, remembering how helpless she was against the girl in the real world, and how easily she was making her do whatever she wanted now.

"What do you want to do?" Vickie grinned, watching Sawyer staring down at her shiny, pink shoes, trying to pretend she couldn't see the other kids swarming the place.

"I want to go home," she replied, barely above a whisper, as if, by remaining quiet, nobody would notice her standing there in her floofy, girly dress, as if she wasn't already the center of attention, of anyone who could be bothered to look up from their own playing. Nobody else was dressed like that... The dress clearly wasn't meant to be played in, it was something to be worn to parties, or for pictures, not for the wearer to run around in and risk getting dirty.

Vickie didn't mind; she knew Sawyer would probably get rid of it, like she had the last dress she'd taken her out in. She could threaten her, but she wasn't sure she could come up with anything worse to the girl than the possibility of having to dress up this way again... And she could take it home with her, instead, where Sawyer couldn't get to it, yet, even if she did, there was no guarantee it would still fit Sawyer the next time she sat for her. The girl was starting to hit a growth spurt, and while the dress fit fine for now it was hard to tell how much longer that would be true.

"Well, that's not an option," Vickie told her cheerfully. "Let's see... Do you want to play in the sandbox?"

She dragged Sawyer over to it, her charge shaking her head vehemently. "No," she whimpered. "That's for babies..."

"Of course it is," Vickie agreed. "And that's what you are, isn't it? But maybe you're right... Your pretty dress would get really dirty in there, wouldn't it? And what if a helpful Mommy saw sand all over your bottom, and tried to brush it off, and felt your diaper under that dress?" Sawyer's eyes widened, imagining a stranger finding out her secret. "I bet she'd check you right then and there, and if you need a change..."

Vickie saw Sawyer's eyes flick over to where a toddler was getting changed on a bench, surely seeing herself in its place. "I-I don't," she insisted. 

Victoria had wanted to check the girl herself, but had been nice and not done it... She suspected that hadn't been true then, that there had been a bit of an accident, a trickle of wetness in the girl's diaper once she'd seen what her babysitter had in store for her, just enough to make her self-conscious, to worry that she might be the next one on the changing mat if someone did discover she was padded.

Now, considering the state of her pants, Vickie's, "If you say so," took on a whole different meaning, as did the tinge of red in Sawyer's cheeks as she stared down at the ground again. There was no denying she'd used her diaper this time... And she definitely could have used a change.

"Well, there are other things," Vickie shrugged, after giving Sawyer a few extra beats to stare at the toddlers clumsily attempting to build sand castles, wondering if she was going to be forced to join them. "Let's see... What about the slide? That's fun!"

"No!" Sawyer groaned, wrapping her hands in the fabric of her skirt, yanking it down hard. "I-If my skirt blows up..."

It was true, not many girls were wearing skirts on it, and the ones that did had shorts on underneath. Sawyer didn't have that luxury... Not to mention the fact that she'd have to climb the ladder, which would give anyone standing underneath a view up her dress, to the frilly tights underneath, stretched taut over her diaper...

"You're so fussy!" Victoria scolded. "All right, do you want to ride the little spring riders? The merry-go-round? The see-saws?" Sawyer turned down every one in turn. "We came all the way here, little lady," Vickie reminded her, as if that had been Sawyer's idea, as if Sawyer hadn't made every attempt to stop them from doing exactly that. "You're going to do something."

"No, I'm not!" Sawyer told her grumpily.

"Well, there's not a lot left except for the swings," Vickie commented, ignoring her charge's words. "Those would be fun!"

Sawyer rolled her eyes. "No, they wouldn't! My skirt could blow up on that, too!"

Vickie had been hoping she'd say that, although, probably, she would have done what she did either way. "That is such a good point!" she exclaimed in as condescending a tone as she could muster, tapping Sawyer on the nose. "But don't you worry... I think I know how to solve that!"

"By not making me ride the swings?" Sawyer grumbled under her breath as she was pulled towards them. Obviously, that wasn't Victoria's plan at all... Instead, she took Sawyer to the far end of the swingset, past all of the ones with normal seats, just strips of rubber between two chains, to the bucket seats, the ones meant for toddlers. "Nuh-uh," she wrinkled her nose. "No way."

"Oh, but Sawyer," Vickie smirked, "there's no way your skirt would go anywhere... I'll tuck in, and there's no way it'll fly up and show everyone your diaper!" Sawyer shushed her. "Besides, even if it does, this seat is big enough, I bet nobody would be able to tell anyway..."

"Yes, they would!" Sawyer whined. The back of the seat was high, and the front strap that would go across her waist was thick, but the one between her legs was much smaller, leaving plenty of space in the legs holes. That would be useful, for guaranteeing that Sawyer, who was much too old for this, should fit, and less so for keeping her diaper hidden while she did so.

"Well, too bad!" Vickie exclaimed, scooping Sawyer up, plopping her down into the swing, pleased at how easy it was. She stayed true to her word, tucking the girl's dress down over the bulk of her diaper, but it wouldn't take much movement at all for it to shift, to slide up and expose her secret. 

"Vickie!" Sawyer hissed, squirming, legs kicking uselessly. "This isn't funny! Let me out of this!"

Victoria giggled, giving the swing a slight push. "I wish I could," she waved, "but I think I saw a cute boy from school over there, so I'd better go say hi to him. You have fun!"

Sawyer gasped, legs still flailing, keeping the swing's momentum going, even as she was trying to escape it. "Vickie!" she shrieked. "This isn't funny! Vickie! No, come on, you hafta let me out of here! Vickie!"

She'd known the girl's pleas sounded urgent, and assumed, at the time, she just didn't want to be stuck there, and that was all there was to it. There had been a boy, although it was one she knew the head cheerleader was dating, so he was off-limits. She wouldn't have minded trying a few things with him, but if his girlfriend had found out, she knew she'd regret it.

Still, Sawyer didn't know that, and Vickie was happy to pretend, to play up the innocent conversation she was having to make it look like she was flirting, while she watched the girl uselessly fighting to get free, grabbing at the chains to try to pull herself up, shaking the whole seat, quickly discovering that it wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she. It was all one piece, nice and study to avoid any accidents, and she wasn't strong enough to drag herself up far enough to get out of it on her own.

That would have been enough, really... Vickie would have been satisfied to leave it at that, to make the girl squirm for a few minutes before going to help her out, making her swear to do whatever her sitter wanted as the price. Surely, a bit of time trapped in the baby swing would be enough to demonstrate to her that she didn't have a choice when it came to that anyway, so it would be so much easier to just let Vickie dress her up now and then.

She could heard Sawyer yelling for her, sounding so pathetic, and desperate... Even the boy she was talking to noticed, eventually. "Is that kid calling for you?" he asked.

She let out a big, fake laugh, guaranteeing Sawyer would see her having a good time. "Oh, no," she shook her head. "It must be some other Vickie... It's a pretty common name."

"I guess you're right," he said. It wasn't exactly uncommon, but Vickie didn't think there was anyone else at school who had it. 

Sawyer did stop before long, however, and, at first, Victoria thought it was because she'd recognized that it wasn't doing her any good, which told Vickie that it was almost time to swoop in and free her. A moment later, though, she saw the girl staring off to the side, and followed her gaze, seeing a trio of other kids around her age, playing on the other end of the swingset. Vickie giggled to herself, remembering wondering who they were. Did Sawyer know them? Were they from her class? 

The nice thing to do, obviously, would have been to call it there, to let Sawyer get away with a close call... But it was too fun, seeing her squirm, while also trying to stay perfectly still, to keep from attracting any attention. Despite her best efforts, the other girls started to move down the line of swings, getting closer and closer...

Vickie could see Sawyer leaning forward, trying to get a glimpse through the legholes of the swing, to see if her dress had moved any, if her diaper was visible, doing what she could to prepare herself. She looked up at just the right time, catching Victoria watching her, and silently pleaded with her, lower lip quivering.

"That is so funny," she made herself laugh again, leaning in a little closer to the boy, while still keeping an eye on Sawyer, wanting to see how this would play out.

"I think you're right," she heard one of the other girls say. "I haven't seen anyone go near her." Sawyer's hands clasped tighter to the chains holding up her swing, her legs shaking beneath her.

"Hey, there," another of the girls smiled as she approached. "What are you doing here all alone, sweetie?"

"Do you need some help getting started?" the third stepped behind her, Sawyer's eyes bulging as the girl's hand dropped down, giving the swing a push from the bottom, her fingers inches away from her diaper. If it hadn't been made of hard plastic, the girl would definitely have felt Sawyer's diaper, would have known instantly what she had been trying so hard to keep hidden.

"I really like your bonnet," one of the other said. "Can you lift your head up so I can see the whole thing?"

Sawyer shook her head, keeping her feet still, not pumping them, not wanting to keep the swing going, while the girl behind her ignored her wishes, keeping it slowly moving.

"What about your name?" the last one asked. "What's your name, so we can see if we can find your Mommy for you?"

Even with her face bowed, hidden by the frilly bonnet, Vickie could see that Sawyer was miserable being the center of all this attention. She probably should have stopped it there... Instead, she kept watching, mostly ignoring the boy as he kept yammering at her, thinking she was interested in whatever he was saying.

"Just let me see it for one second," the second girl reached for the bonnet as the swing lazily swooped past her, and, perhaps without meaning to, caught the ribbon tying it in place. It was hard to tell for sure if the, "Oh, sorry!" she said as the whole thing came off Sawyer's head in her hand was genuine or not.

"Oh, my God," the third girl, the one who had wanted to know her name, held up a hand to her mouth. "Is that you, Sawyer?"

The swing shuddered to a stop as the girl that had been pushing it grabbed it, holding it in place while the other two peered at the rider, trying to get a look. "Wait, Sawyer from school?"

"No way," the girl holding the bonnet snickered, staring down at it, then back up at Sawyer. "She wouldn't be caught dead dressed like this!"

"I mean, she doesn't have any younger siblings, does she?" another of the girls reached forward, lifting Sawyer's chin, exposing her red face. "That's totally her! What are you doing here, Sawyer?"

"What's with the outfit?" the girl with the bonnet asked. "It's nice you're dressing like a girl, finally, but you know you aren't three anymore, right?"

"What was that?" the other girl standing in front of the swing asked, leaning closer. "I couldn't quite make that out."

At the time, Vickie had assumed the redness in Sawyer's cheeks was from humiliation, that the girl's previous, desperate calling out for her had been simply to get her out of the swing... But now, she knew the truth. Now, she could watch more closely, see her straining, hear the light grunts she was doing her best to swallow down. This time, it didn't take until the girl behind the swing sniffed and asked, "What is that smell?" for Vickie to put the pieces together.

She smirked to herself, feeling none of the panic she'd felt back then, the faint doubt that she might have gone too far this time. She knew Sawyer deserved every bit of it, every moment of humiliation as the warm mush slipped out into her pants, of fear at the idea that her classmates might discover what she was doing, of helplessness as she realized there was nothing she could do about either. If anything, she'd been afraid that, because of her earlier accident, this one wouldn't happen, that she wouldn't get the satisfaction of re-living this part of the memory... Yet, here it was, in all its glory.

She gave it a few extra beats, letting Sawyer stew, before stepping forward, pushing past the girls. "There you are, Sawyer," she said, breaking from her memory further by pointedly using her real name. When it had actually happened, she'd made up a name, and, while the other girls had been confused that this random kid looked so similar to their classmate, as far as she knew, they'd accepted it.

Now, they all laughed at Sawyer as Vickie picked her up out of the swing, her dress riding up, exposing the frills of her tights, and the bulge of her diaper, for a moment. That had been all she'd done, originally, knowing she couldn't avoid that... Now, she raised the back of Sawyer's skirt, gave the lumpy seat of her padding a rub. "Uh-oh, Sawyer," she gave it a pat. "What did you do? And right in front of your friends..."

"Can I put her bonnet back on?" the girl holding it snickered. 

Victoria had said no, and gotten Sawyer out of there as smoothly as she could manage, trying not to completely ruin her life... She'd wanted to embarrass her, yes, but she hadn't really meant to do anything that could completely ruin her life, or at least the rest of her time at school, since there was no way she'd live this down anytime soon. Now, however, it was only a dream, so why not?

"Sure," she smiled. "Thank you girls so much for looking after her for me... I don't know what I'd... Hey, what are you doing?!"

To her surprise, the girl with the bonnet didn't turn to put it onto Sawyer's head. She leaned forward, putting it onto Vickie's instead, moving too quickly for her to be able to stop her. "Stop that!" she demanded, looking down to see the girl's hand expertly tying the ribbon into a knot. "It's not for me, it's for her! I'm not the baby!"

She looked up, glaring angrily at the girl, only to see Sawyer standing there, back in Vickie's own outfit from that day. Which meant... "No!" she gasped, glancing down once more, stomach churning when she saw the pink dress, the dirty diaper under her frilly-bottomed tights, the Mary Janes... "No way!" This couldn't be happening, not again!

"Oh, but Vickie," Sawyer smirked, "there's no way your skirt would go anywhere... I'll tuck in, and there's no way it'll fly up and show everyone your diaper!" 

Vickie shook her head, those words feeling extra familiar now, not just because she remembered this day, but also because she'd said them herself, just a few minutes earlier... Before she'd put Sawyer into the swing. Had they gone back?! She groaned, recalling what she'd seen Sawyer go through, slowly realizing that she hadn't gotten lucky and avoided it after all... It was all about to happen to her, too!

"Oh, no," she whimpered, her tummy feeling awfully full from that baby food and milk she'd been given at Lisa's, despite the mess already in her pants.

"Oh, yes," Sawyer easily picked her up, looking her in the eye. "We came all the way here, little lady... You are going to play, whether you like it or not." And, with that, she slid Vickie into the swing, chuckling as she saw the girl's nose crinkle along with her diaper as the latter smushed against the hard plastic of the swing. "Don't worry, sweetie... I'm sure you'll have a blast."