Victoria's Secret - Chapter 20 (Patreon)

"Good morning, Vickie," Kelly smirked, kneeling down in front of the girl, giving the lumpy rear of the sleeping bag a pat. Victoria groaned and tried to roll over, away from the hand, but she was still just as helpless as she had been when she'd woken up from her nightmare, and all the other times she'd snapped out of the shallow slumber she'd manage to drift into for a moment or two as she waited for everyone else to get up and release her.

Vickie wiggled her bottom, blushing. She was glad that it looked like she might be getting a change soon, but she hated the thought of letting anyone else see the damage she'd done again... Not that it was any secret, of course.

"Did you have a good night?" Kelly teased, poking Vickie's diaper. Vickie tried to answer, but, of course, with the pacifier in her mouth, that was impossible, so she shook her head instead. "Aww, poor baby," Kelly smirked with false sympathy. "I'm so sorry..."

"Oh, is she up?" Sawyer stepped into Vickie's somewhat limited view, stretching, Vickie blushing as she watched the girl's PJ shirt ride up, exposing a strip of stomach between the bottom of it and the top of her tiny pajama shorts, her mind returning to that dream of hers, unbidden... "Good morning!" she exclaimed, repeating what Kelly had done by swatting Victoria's backside, only doing it much harder, squishing the contents further while Vickie whined wordlessly.

"Do you think we should let her out?" Taylor asked from somewhere behind Vickie, out of her sight. 

"I don't know," Sawyer grinned down at her captive victim. "It might be fun to have her wriggle around the house like a little worm for the rest of the day..."

Vickie groaned, trying in vain to protest; if that was what they wanted, there wasn't much she could do about it, unfortunately. "Maybe," Taylor agreed. "We could just make her crawl, though, and then we can all see her diapers, and keep an eye on when they're about to leak."

Vickie's eyes widened, less at the thought of crawling, which she'd promised them she would do whenever they wanted, and, until now, not had to follow through on often, and more at the suggestion that she was going to remain in diapers. That couldn't be right... Could it?! She squirmed, the mushy, soggy mess of her diaper feeling suddenly worse than ever as she contemplated having to spend her whole weekend - her whole summer, potentially - in these things...

"Either way," Kelly spoke up, "we'd probably better get her out of this diaper for now... We don't want her getting a rash so soon."

"I guess," Sawyer admitted reluctantly, with one last spank to Victoria's bottom. "Who wants to take care of it?"

All three of the girls wrinkled their nose, mocking Vickie about how stinky she was, but Kelly quickly volunteered. "I can do it," she said. 

"Are you sure?" Sawyer asked. "You aren't even getting paid for this, so I wouldn't want..."

"No, no," Kelly insisted. "It was so nice of you two to invite me over here, I feel like it's the least I can do to repay you for a very... enlightening evening."

"You did get to learn all kinds of things about our bouncing baby here, didn't you?" Taylor giggled. "Things you can take with you back to college..."

Vickie pouted, imagining Kelly doing exactly that, ruining her last year at school, telling everyone about how she had spent her summer... Her bladder, perhaps encouraged by how full her diaper was already, knowing a bit more couldn't hurt, trickled out another stream of urine in horror, one that was still going as Kelly carefully unzipped the sleeping bag.

"Wow, just look at this thing!" Kelly proclaimed, once she had the zipper down, exposing Vickie's shame. Victoria's sweaty hands grabbed for her PJ shorts, fingers brushing past far too much of the slick plastic of her diaper as she did so, trying to tug them up, to use them to hide her loaded diaper, but they were far too small. "You don't need these, silly," Kelly snatched the shorts out of Vickie's grip, easily yanking them away and down her legs, throwing them aside, leaving the girl in her pajama top and diaper, looking the part of a pathetic little bedwetter... And worse.

"Go on," Sawyer ordered, as Vickie pitifully attempted to tug her shirt down to hide her full diaper. "Crawl to your room so Auntie Kelly can give you a change."

She didn't dare disobey, or even think about getting to her feet. Slowly, she crept along on all fours, diaper sagging and swaying between her legs, reminding her constantly of how much lower her status was, compared to everyone else in the house. She felt so much better, finally free of the hot, constricting sleeping bag, and, in part, the nightmare that had plagued her there... But knowing that she was being taken to have a fresh diaper put onto her, not her trainers, put a big damper on how exciting that freedom really was.

She had almost forgotten about the vibrator sitting on her bed, beside the changing pad, right by the clean diapers and other supplies, but as soon as she saw it again, she couldn't tear her eyes off of it, her cheeks turning as pink as the diaper Kelly was preparing to tape onto her, her mouth suckling at her paci-gag automatically.

Maybe that was where the Hitachi in her nightmare had come from, she thought, where her brain had pulled the idea for it. She could still nearly feel it, the dream seeming so real that it had left her horny and hungry to relieve her tension for real... Although she was hardly going to do it in front of Kelly. 

She didn't even want to be seen staring at the thing, but she was so engrossed by the fantasy of it, so lost in the memory of feeling it trapped between her and Sawyers' diapers, that she couldn't help herself. "Vickie," Kelly cooed. "I told you, no buzzies for little girls who sleep in diapers... And definitely none for those who use them. I wouldn't want to reward you for that!"

Victoria blushed, shook her head, trying to convey that it wasn't what she wanted, glad she didn't have the option of using her voice for it, since she didn't trust it not to betray her true desires. 

"There," Kelly declared, after finishing the monumental task of cleaning Vickie up, slipping the new diaper under her. "Isn't that better?"

As much as Vickie would her preferred her trainers - or, obviously, her panties, but she knew that wasn't going to happen - she had to admit that, after the night she'd had, this diaper was a giant improvement, even after she'd been lotioned and powdered, and the tapes were fastened nice and snug. Kelly left her sitting on her bed, wiggling in place and fighting to resist the urge to just reach out and touch the vibrator, to go to the closet.

"Here we go!" Kelly exclaimed after a moment. "I knew I saw this in here when I was looking yesterday..."

She turned, holding a pale yellow t-shirt, adorned with the face of a character from a cartoon the two of them had been obsessed with when they were younger, though, by the time she'd gotten the present, Vickie felt like she'd outgrown the show already. "I almost forgot I'd gotten you this!" Kelly smiled. "I bet it still fits... What do you think?"

It had been so long since Vickie had thought about that show, much less that shirt. She wished she could have said no, but if her time being babysat had taught her anything, it was that she hadn't grown nearly as much over the past ten years - or more - as she'd assumed. Kelly didn't wait for an answer either way, happily strutting back to the bed, unbuttoning the pajama shirt, setting it aside. "Now that we've found that again," she teased, "I bet you're going to wear that all the time, aren't you? Are you going to take it back to college with you?"

Vickie shook her head again. Maybe the retro-ness of it would save her somewhat, but, as long as she could find a way to stop Kelly from blabbing about this to everyone, Little Mermaid PJs were way too childish for her college persona. "Too bad," Kelly shrugged. "Maybe I ought to take them with me and make you wear them... With a nice, big diaper underneath so you don't ruin them with your little bedwetting problem."

She chuckled, patting the front of the diaper while Vickie blushed, mumbling frantically about how she wasn't a bedwetter, clearly fully aware of what the other girl was saying, yet pretending not to understand. "These are classics," Kelly nodded to the pajama top. "It wouldn't do at all to let you piddle all over them because you're too much of a baby to control yourself when you're asleep."

Victoria huffed in frustration, hands balling into fists while Kelly laughed at her own joke, opening up the shirt she'd brought with her and holding it above the mostly naked girl. "Arms up!" she instructed. Reluctantly - but not wanting to be stuck running around in only a diaper, as she feared might be the alternative - she obeyed, letting Kelly slide the shirt down. As rare as it was, Vickie felt a bit proud of her chest, as what breasts she did have were the main challenge for the shirt, though, with a little coaxing, Kelly was able to overcome it, and, as a result, Vickie was left looking as flat-chested as she had been the day she'd received the shirt, the hem of it stopping short of her belly button to ensure there would be no hiding her diaper.

"Aww," Kelly gushed, clasping her hands together as she gazed at her handiwork. "I should take a picture of you and show mom... I remember she got so annoyed that I begged her to buy that for you, and then she never saw you in it when you came over... I'm sure she'd love to know you're wearing it now, especially when she sees what you have on to go with it..."

Vickie tried in vain to hide her diaper with her hands, pressing them to her padded crotch, gasping softly into her paci as she felt a squishiness there already, barely a few minutes after being taped into it. She'd thought her earlier accident had been a result of her bladder recognizing how wrecked her previous diaper had been... But what if it was the diaper itself? When it felt that bulk, did it just want to give up? That wasn't going to be good for her convincing her babysitters to put her back into her trainers... She was really going to have to concentrate on that to make sure it didn't happen again...

"Vickie!" Kelly scolded. "What did I tell you?! Do you really think rubbies are any more suited for you than buzzies?"

Victoria wasn't sure what she meant at first, hadn't noticed the way her hands, after feeling that dampness in her padding, had begun to move, to stroke her diaper, and what was underneath... "Such a naughty girl!" Kelly smacked Vickie's hands before the other girl could pull them away from her crotch. "Maybe I should tell your sitters to get some mittens for you... Or a chastity belt."

Vickie blushed and shook her head, meekly letting herself be helped off her bed, crawling back through the house, butterflies fluttering in her tummy as she worried what the other two girls would do if Kelly tattled on her. Thankfully, she didn't, sending her into the kitchen while she went to dispose of her used diaper in the garbage can in the garage.

"There she is!" Taylor smiled down at her. "Are you ready for breakfast?"

Vickie nodded; after how early she'd woken up originally, she was feeling pretty hungry. Maybe she could use her peckishness as an excuse for her accident? She wasn't sure if the sitters would buy it... For that matter, she wasn't sure she did, either.

She was also ready for the pacifier to be taken out. Unfortunately for her, that didn't happen... Kelly helped her up onto a chair, Vickie blushing as flashes of her nightmare, and being fed in a high chair, ran through her mind, then Sawyer came over, bending down in front of her, making her uncomfortable as her memories turned to their time together at the end of the dream, and removing the pacifier's plug, sliding a thick tube through it instead.

"You already made poor Kelly spend so much of her morning cleaning up your stinky bottom," Sawyer told her, "we don't want to have to put you right into a bath after breakfast because you make another mess. So, we'll just make it easier for everyone..."

Vickie frowned, confused until she saw Taylor appear, carrying a huge bowl full of runny oatmeal, Sawyer taking a healthy spoonful of it and plopping it into the end of the tube. She didn't wait for the gray mush to make it all the way down the tube, simply dipped the spoon in again, pouring it in, while Vickie squirmed, watching nervously as the oatmeal slowly oozed closer and closer to the pacifier, and then, inevitably, her mouth, taking just enough time to clear space at the top for Sawyer to dump more in.

Vickie nearly gagged when, at last, the oatmeal made its way to her tongue. Not because of the taste, really, since there wasn't much of that, but the texture, the blandness... She choked it down, nose wrinkled, not having a real choice in the matter, swallowing more and more as Sawyer dutifully kept the tube full, holding it up to force gravity to slide its contents directly into the unhappy girl at the other end.

As hungry as she had been before, the meal she'd been given quickly cured her of that, and then kept going, showing no sign of stopping when she was 'satisfied', or full, or stuffed... When she thought it was almost over, Sawyer having to scrape the sides of the bowl with the spoon, Taylor trotted over with a fresh one. "Poor, starving baby," she snickered. "Don't worry, we have plenty for you..."

She couldn't help returning mentally to the dream again, thinking of the force-feeding, and how bloated her belly had gotten, spilling out over the waistband of her diaper... She was too scared to look down and see if it was happening again - to a lesser degree, of course, since she was in reality - but she was certain her diaper felt a little tighter.

And then, as a final cherry on the top of her sundae of suffering, once Sawyer had fed the second bowl into the tube, Kelly sauntered over with a large mug. "I have the perfect thing to wash it down with," she smirked. "Little Vickie's favorite drink..."

Victoria wasn't sure what it would be until Sawyer held the tube up, and Sawyer carefully tipped the mug, letting its contents drip in. Even then, she wanted to believe she was wrong, that it was some other white liquid, although she couldn't think of any alternatives that would be any better. It sloshed down the tube, catching bits of oatmeal that had stuck to it, bringing it along, flooding Vickie's mouth with warm milk.

Already, she could feel her heavy stomach churning at the idea of drinking a full mug of milk on top of all that oatmeal. Maybe it was a good thing they'd put her in a diaper... After all that, her lactose intolerance was going to make for a very not fun day for her...

It didn't take the sitters long at all to make her feel bad for that tiny shred of gratefulness, however. "Good girl," Sawyer mocked, removing the tube, setting it into one of the empty bowls to be taken and washed later. "What a nice start to the first day of the rest of your life, huh?" 

She patted Vickie's diaper, Vickie freezing, cheeks blazing, both at having Sawyer touch her there, after the dream, and at how close her fingers had come to discovering the soggy spot she'd made. "I hope you're liking your diapers," she said, "because that's what you're going to be wearing from now on."

"Oh, trust me," Kelly giggled, "she likes them."

Vickie blushed, shaking her head at so many things, so many that she wasn't sure where she'd even start... So, of course, that was when Sawyer finally removed the paci-gag to let her speak. "Well, Vickie?" she raised an eyebrow. "It looked like you had something to say?"

"I-I, uh..." Vickie fidgeted, feeling all eyes on her as she sat there in her diaper and t-shirt, tummy rumbling. "I-I don't need diapers," she mumbled, having never felt like that was less true than now, despite being fully aware that she was, obviously, an adult, one for whom that hadn't been the case at all not even a week ago. 

"Oh, no you don't, young lady!" Sawyer scolded her. "We gave you one more chance, didn't we? And you blew it! You soaked your trainers, and then you filled your nighttime diaper before you even fell asleep! You are back in diapers now!"

"No!" Vickie squirmed, kicking her feet, feeling so tiny as she sat in the kitchen chair, her legs not long enough to reach the floor. "Pl-Please..."

"Why?" Sawyer crossed her arms. "Why would we not do this? You've proven you deserve them. Maybe if it was just the trainers, we could overlook it, but..."

"Kelly!" Vickie turned to her friend desperately. "Kelly, tell them!" If she let them know about the bananas, and the marshmallows, that it hadn't been Vickie's fault that she'd pooped her pants the night before, then they'd have to understand! 

Kelly's eyebrow arched. "Really? I'm surprised you want them to know, though I am proud of you for not trying to hide it, I guess... I caught little Vickie here rubbing herself through her diaper, and she definitely wanted some time with her vibrator..."

Vickie gasped, squirming in discomfort and humiliation as the other three girls laughed at her. "N-Not that!" she whined, not quite able to honestly say it was a lie. "T-Tell them about last night!"

After feeling like she had outgrown Kelly, after practically abandoning her at college, after confessing all that to her last night, now her fate was in the girl's hands... Kelly had changed her, so, whether she'd intended that or not, she was the only one who might have seen the evidence of what she'd done to 'encourage' that mess... It was all up to her whether Vickie was going to be stuck in diapers for at least the rest of the summer...

"Tell them what?" Kelly chuckled, bemused. "You wanted some buzzies then, too... You really are a stickler for honesty today, aren't you?"

"That's not it!" Vickie groaned. "Please, Kelly, please!"

Kelly looked down at her, hands clasped, begging, a grin crossing her face as she recognized how much power she had over her friend, how easily she could sentence her to babyhood. As hard as Vickie had been trying to pay attention to her bladder, she couldn't stop another trickle of pee as she saw the expression on Kelly's face, and became convinced that this was it, that she could say goodbye to the relative maturity of her training panties...

"I know I'm not her babysitter," Kelly said, after letting Vickie stew in that horror for a few long moments, "so it isn't up to me, but... I would give her one last chance. For real this time... She gets one pair of trainers, and if so much as a single drop of pee-pee ends up in them, there are no more appeals, no more pouting, no more whining, just diapers from then on."

"How generous," Sawyer replied. "You've been so much help, and you were the one who handled that poopy diaper... It would be rude to ignore your suggestion. What do you think?"

"Yes!" Vickie nodded eagerly. It wasn't much of a deal, but it was far better than the alternative.

Of course, she hadn't really been the one Sawyer was asking. "Sure," Taylor shrugged. "Why not?"

"I will say, though," Kelly added, "her diaper was looking awfully soggy this morning, too... I'm pretty sure she's a bedwetter, so you might want to keep her in diapers at night, regardless of what happens during the day."

Vickie opened her mouth to defend herself, but fell silent at a pointed glance from Kelly. She wasn't a bedwetter... Or she didn't think she was, anyway. Her diaper had been drenched when she woke up... Had it been like that when she fell asleep? She honestly couldn't remember for sure... And she was already in Kelly's debt for the girl not just going along with the other two... 

"Good plan," Sawyer agreed. "In that case, you have a choice, Vickie... Do you want to go back into your trainers and start proving what a big girl you are now, or do you want to stay in that diaper Auntie Kelly so kindly put you in?"

Vickie didn't want to be in diapers any longer than she had to, but after that huge breakfast, and the milk, she couldn't risk wearing her training panties today... "I-I'll stay in these," she blushed. "S-Since Kelly was nice enough to change me..."

"What a good girl," Sawyer smiled, bending forward, giving Vickie's diaper another pat, this time, aiming it right at the damp spot, earning a squeak and a squirm from Vickie, proving she'd known all along about her accident. "Already using her diaper like she should... I think you'd probably better get used to that, sweetie. It won't be long before you show us all how much you deserve to be in them, and this time, there will be no getting out of it."