Victoria's Secret - Chapter 24 (Patreon)

Victoria was given quite the rude awakening the next morning, which was only amplified by the fact that it was needed at all. Her plan, such as it was, was to wait as long as she possibly could before messing her diaper, her tummy feeling more full and bloated and miserable with every passing hour. And then she'd laid down, tired out from the rest of her day, wrinkling her nose as she rubbed her thighs against the soggy padding between them.

She didn't want to have to sleep in a poopy diaper again... Everything else the girls had put her through was bad enough, she wasn't going to let herself be subjected to that. Sawyer and Taylor had put her through plenty of humiliating things since they'd been hired, yet the mere act of waking up, feeling that cool, icky mush spread throughout her diaper, remembering that she'd done that to herself, but not before a moment or two of panic before her memory returned through the fog of her dreams, making her think she might have done that in her sleep, like a real baby... That might be the worst, though simply falling asleep like that in the first place wasn't much better, tossing and turning and smelling yourself, knowing that you wouldn't get any relief until the morning...

The solution, of course, was simple, so much so that she felt stupid for fretting over it for so long, to the point where she wondered if those drugs had messed with her brain functions somehow. All she had to do was wake up before her babysitters arrived and fill her pants then. She'd only have to be in it for a little while that way, she wouldn't have to try to sleep in it, wouldn't have to open her eyes to find herself messy.

Despite her already quite wet padding, she drifted off pretty easily after the idea came to her. It was a tiny victory, one that wouldn't do anything about the rest of the summer, or the fact that she had babysitters at her age, or even just being forced to poop her pants, but it was the best thing that had happened to her that day, nevertheless.

And then she woke up to something far worse. She'd been having a rather naughty dream, far racier than she was used to, with her and a cute boy from college, who she'd never had the guts to ask any of her friends the name of, much less speak to him directly, having a chance encounter on campus, immediately starting to kiss and undress, him leading her under the boughs of the old tree in the center of the quad, said to be older than the school itself.

Its trunk was surrounded by benches, and it was a popular place to hang out when the weather was nice, although that wasn't what either of them had planned. The public nature of the spot didn't deter them; if anything, it encouraged them. They left a trail of clothing from the sidewalk to the tree, making it even easier for people to see them as he laid her down on the bench, kissing her, straddling her...

Contrary to the way she dressed, and the reputation she had, there were plenty of things Vickie had never done, so she was definitely nervous when he flipped her over onto her stomach. By then, however, she was moaning too loud, too lost in her ecstasy, to care too much.

Until she felt something slide into her backside, and her eyes popped open. "Wh-What?" she blinked blearily, confused for a moment to be staring at her pillows, rather than the gnarled, ancient trunk of the tree, and to feel the squishy, clammy diaper beneath her. There was still a light breeze on her backside, though, with it out in the open.

"What do you think?" Sawyer replied. "We gave you one job, Vickie, and you didn't do it!"

Vickie squealed, feeling another invasive poke into her rear, having to bite down on her bottom lip to keep the sound from turning into something else, something she knew she'd be teased endlessly for, while she struggled to keep herself lying frozen in place, not wanting to be caught writhing hungrily the way she wanted to, thanks to that dream.

"But that's okay!" Taylor told her cheerily, stepping in, pulling the diaper back up over Vickie's butt before rolling her over onto another one, open and waiting beside her on the bed. "We didn't want to miss the show anyway!"

Vickie had been in this diaper for quite a while now, since the girls had gotten her ready for 'bed' the day before, so she was glad to be getting out of it. So glad, in fact, that it took a second to whine, "Where are my trainers? I want my trainers, I don't want a diaper change!"

"Well, this is your lucky day, then," Sawyer grinned. "Because you aren't getting a change."

"Then why..?" Vickie frowned, wiggling her bottom, positive that it was a second diaper she could feel beneath her, even before she sat up and saw it there, along with Taylor, fiddling with the one she was already wearing.

She wasn't untaping it, however, something that, if Vickie had been more awake, she would have realized much earlier. There was no reason it would have taken her that long to just undo the tapes and start cleaning... No, she was carefully slicing through the plastic coating, cutting multiple slits in it.

"What are you doing?" Vickie asked.

"You didn't do your job, Vickie," Sawyer repeated. "So we're helping."

Only then did Vickie finally put it together, her face darkening with humiliation as it all hit her. They'd given her a suppository! Or, rather, two of them... At least. She assumed she'd woken up for the first, but she supposed she didn't really know that for certain.

"C-Can't I have my trainers?" she sniffled. 

"No, no," Taylor shook her head, satisfied with her preparation of the inner diaper now, tugging the second layer up, pushing Vickie's legs all the further apart. "We don't know how you'll react to our 'help', and we don't want you accusing us of cheating if you don't make it to the potty on time."

"That's right," Sawyer nodded. "You're going to warn your way back into diapers fair and square."

Vickie squirmed as Taylor started to tape the diaper up, not liking the confidence with which Sawyer had said that, or the way she'd phrased it. There was no question in her words, or tone, that it was going to happen eventually, no worry that Vickie would defy them, and prove to be too mature for their plan to work. The way she was talking, it sounded like it was merely a matter of time before it happened, to the point where, even if these suppositories would have made it easier for them, they didn't feel like they needed to rely on that.

"Oh, God," Vickie groaned, shocked to discover how bulky a double diaper truly was, how much it spread her legs, made her feel more vulnerable and small. "Wh-Why couldn't you have changed me instead?"

"You just said you didn't want that," Sawyer responded innocently, as if they hadn't been in the midst of doing it already before Vickie had spoken those words.

"Wh-Why couldn't you have let me use my old diaper?" Vickie tried.

"We didn't want it to leak before you went poopy. It was drenched!" Taylor pointed out. "Way more drenched than it should have been for someone who claims not to be a bedwetter..."

"I'm not!" Victoria pouted. They'd diapered her so early, and given her so much water to wash down the pills... How had they thought she wouldn't end up soaked by the next morning?!

"Whatever you say," Sawyer purred, patting her on the head condescendingly, sliding her nightshirt up and over her head, tossing it to the far corner of the bed, replacing it with one of Vickie's old t-shirts. 

Was it Vickie's imagination, or did this shirt fit even better than the one they'd made her wear the day before, less tight around the chest? Perhaps it was newer, though, when she glanced down and saw what cartoon character was on the front, she realized that wasn't likely, considering how long it had been since she'd watched the show it was from, much less wanted to advertise that fact with her apparel.

"I-I can barely walk!" Vickie complained as Sawyer pulled her to her feet, her stance shaky, thanks to how far away they were forced by the extra fluff of a second diaper.

Taylor shrugged. "I guess it's a good thing you don't have to," she commented. "You could always crawl for us again. That was cute."

"And think of how much cuter it would be like this!" Sawyer gushed. "Her double diaper swaying back and forth as she creeps along, so big and bulbous... Especially after she fills it up!" She laughed, giving Vickie's seat a hard swat, demonstrating the one good thing about this situation... Vickie barely felt it, more just heard the crinkle of plastic, and the whap of the girl's hand against the padding, and could tell how much strength Sawyer had used.

Of course, there was another side to that, too, as Vickie discovered while standing in the kitchen, watching Sawyer and Taylor get her breakfast ready. They hadn't forced her to crawl, so she'd proudly stayed on two feet, despite the extreme waddle she now had, making the journey feel so much longer than usual.

She didn't dare protest the oatmeal she could see them making, knowing they had the hollow pacifier they could lock into her mouth at any time to force her to eat whatever they wanted - that would fit through the hose that attached to it, obviously - though she couldn't stop herself from whimpering, feeling sorry for herself as she bobbed up and down anxiously.

The first cramp took her by surprise, both with how sudden it was, and how severe. She'd known she had to go, had known that since yesterday, when, thanks to everything going on, she simply hadn't had a good chance, and that it was already bad by last night... And that the suppositories were going to amplify all of that.

She still wasn't prepared for it, however. She gasped, fighting to clench her muscles as the mass inside her strained to get out. She attempted to squeeze her legs together, but... "Stupid diaper!" she hissed, utterly failing at that, moving instead to press her hands to her quivering bottom, to add some pressure that way... 

She'd hardly felt the spank, so she didn't know what she'd been expecting. If it hadn't been for the feel of the slick plastic under her fingers, and the plush padding beneath that, the sound of it crackling, she wouldn't have known she was doing anything. It definitely wasn't helping much, if at all.

"All right," Sawyer declared. "This'll take a few minutes to finish up... Why don't we go take a look through Vickie's closet while we wait?"

"Ooo, yeah!" Taylor's face lit up. "I almost forgot! Come on, Vickie!"

"I-I have to go all the way back?!" Vickie whined, wondering why they'd made her come to the kitchen in the first place if they were just going back to her room now. 

The answer to that was simple, the memory of something Taylor had said echoing through her mind. 'We didn't want to miss the show.' They weren't going to let her out of their sight, because they wanted to see her fill her pants, apparently still amused by it, still not used to it, despite how many times she'd already had to do it in front of them... Still not satisfied that their revenge was good enough for everything that she'd done to them when their situations had been reversed.

She had to try, though, couldn't toddle back past the bathroom with a desperate plea. "C-Can I use the potty?" She barely noticed the childish word she used, barely cared when she did, not in the moment. "I-It's right there! Please?!"

"Anytime you want," Sawyer said, letting her answer hang for just long enough that Vickie could start to think that was all there was, that she was going to be allowed to avoid this humiliation after all. "Squat down and give a little push, little miss pottypants."

"That's not what I meant!" Vickie huffed, stomping her foot, as if there was any question that Sawyer and Taylor hadn't been well aware of that already, exchanging looks and giggles at both Sawyer's response, and Vickie's. 

Taylor took her by the hand, tugging her away from the bathroom door, and any hopes she had of the giant, stinky mess brewing in her guts winding up anywhere but the seat of her diaper. It was a little easier to walk with someone else to cling to, although didn't let herself feel too grateful to Taylor for the help... Not only did it also make her look more immature, having to hold her hand, it was also the girls' fault she was having this much trouble in the first place.

She was led to her room, Taylor letting go of her in front of the closet, while Sawyer opened up the door, the sitters starting to comb through her wardrobe. Vickie's eyes flashed towards the door into the hall, where the bathroom was, yet she didn't take a single step in that direction; the girls could have caught her before she got there normally, and now that she was double diapered, it would be even less of a contest.

She did, however, slide towards her desk, and, more importantly, the chair in front of it. The hard, wooden surface of it might help contain the mudslide building inside her... Not permanently, of course, but for a little while. What was the endgame of that? Was she going to try to hold it until her parents got home and hope that, somehow, her babysitters would take mercy on her and let her use the toilet after all? She was positive they wouldn't, just as positive as she was that she couldn't have achieved that today - after not having a bowel movement the day before - anyway, suppositories or not.

So why fight it? Why make it harder on herself? Was it simply to prove to herself, and Sawyer and Taylor, that she could, that she was capable of holding out, defying their little plot for as long as possible? There was something satisfying about that, sure... But was it worth all this discomfort? Wouldn't it be better to swallow her pride and do as Sawyer had suggested, bending her legs, closing her eyes, letting nature take its course?

"Where do you think you're going?" Taylor asked.

"I-I was..." Vickie pointed to the desk desperately. It was in the opposite direction of the door; there was no way she could think Vickie was trying to escape, right?!

"We brought you here for a reason, you know," Taylor rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know," Vickie grumbled.

Sawyer turned back, raising an eyebrow. "You do, huh?" Vickie blushed, nodded. "Then what is it?"

Vickie's cheeks warmed further, not quite able to form the words, to admit that she knew they wanted to see the moment she messed her diaper. She shrugged silently, the other two girls sharing a knowing look before returning to the closet. 

Vickie gasped as another cramp hit her, and did the only thing she could think of, dropping straight down onto the floor, the extra padding cushioning the impact, as she pressed her backside against the dual layers of it, sweating and squirming as she weathered the storm.

"Vickie!" Taylor scolded, grabbing her by the hand and hauling her to her feet with no warning, before she could open her mouth, or protest. Vickie felt a lurching inside her, felt something happening in her pants, a sticky, stinky smear forming, before she could wrest control back from her struggling sphincter. "You're making this more difficult, you know. Now, let's see..."

She held something up to Vickie, Vickie so preoccupied with the impending disaster in her pants that she didn't recognize it at first. "No, see, this looks too small," she commented.

"I guess you're right," Sawyer agreed. "It looked bigger on the hanger, I guess."

As Vickie managed, somehow, to halt the mush's progress, she looked down, and saw that Taylor was holding one of her old swimsuits, and a one-piece at that, something she hadn't worn in years. "Of course that's too small!" she wrinkled her nose. "I haven't worn that since I was, like, eight!"

"Really?" Taylor giggled. "It doesn't look THAT much littler than you. I bet, if you didn't have your diapers on, we could squeeze you into it."

Vickie considered asking them to try, if it would get her out of the diapers, but if it did fit her, it would press against her tummy in a way that would not lead to good things, and if she was going to have an accident, she'd rather it happen in her diaper... Plus, she'd already had a bit of an accident anyway, and she had no doubt the girls would love to point that out, to tease her over it.

"Honestly," Sawyer commented, turning and grabbing a hanger, "I thought this was what you wore when you were eight. I mean, the style is a little more mature, but..." She gave it a shake, and the sitters chuckled.

"No!" Victoria squealed, horrified. "That's what I bought last year!"

"Last year?" Sawyer sneered. "Seriously, Vickie?"

"I-It's not that bad," Vickie pouted. With Sawyer holding it, it did look a little immature, she supposed, with its cheery pineapple print.

"Look at all this padding," Taylor said, reaching out, giving the cups of the top a squeeze. "Do you really need allll of that, Vickie?"

Vickie blushed and squirmed, feeling the laughter of the babysitters wash over her, making her feel self-conscious as she stood there, knowing that, especially now, she looked so much younger and less developed than them. 

"Why don't we see?" Sawyer asked, hanging the bikini up and strutting over to Vickie's dresser, digging through her bras. "Look at these!" she pulled out a handful. "I knew you were getting some help, but I didn't know it was this much!"

"There's almost as much padding in those as around her butt!" Taylor added. Vickie couldn't defend herself... There wasn't much she could have said anyway, though the cramp that came over her then would have silenced her even if there was.

"Let's see," Sawyer mused, tossing bras aside, searching through them. "Here we go! It looks like this is the biggest!"

Without another word, she whisked Vickie's shirt off, forcing the wriggling girl's arms through the bra's straps, fastening it into place. "Aww, how cute!" she mocked, sliding her own shirt off, kneeling down next to Vickie. 

"Even with all that help, she isn't even close!" Taylor confirmed what Vickie had already known, making it all the more embarrassing. "Let's see..."

Vickie groaned as Taylor joined them, disrobing, adding herself to the comparison, showing Vickie how much more mature her former charges were than her, at least in that department, while fighting not to prove her immaturity in another way as she clenched and grunted.

"I bet she couldn't even wear this," Sawyer said, confidently unhooked her own bra, Taylor picking up on the hint and removing Vickie's, leaving her bare-chested, open for Sawyer to lean in, Vickie struggling not to stare at the girl's own nudity, and start to dress her in it.

"Come on," Vickie protested, covering her breasts with her hands. "You don't have to do this..."

"That does give you a better chance of fitting," Taylor snorted, easily pulling Vickie's hands away, "but it defeats the whole purpose, silly."

The bra hung on her like a tent, comically large for her, driving in just how under-endowed she was. "It's not funny!" she whined, as the sitters laughed, fumbling with the garment, attempting to rip it off, preferring to be naked, other than her diaper, instead of wearing that...

But, finally, while she was trying to do that, it happened, one last cramp sneaking up on her. She froze, feeling her body start to ignore her commands, to bend forward, knees bent, as her diaper starting to crinkle, a warm, mushy mass quickly oozing into it. The extra thickness of the double diaper kept the lump from being too obvious, and yet there was still no question of what she was doing, or whether the other two girls knew what they were witnessing.

"Maybe we can get her into that one-piece after all," Taylor tittered. "It really would suit her."

"No!" Vickie sniffled, her display making her feel little enough as it was... She couldn't bear to have that combined with being sent back to such a childish swimsuit.

"I think you're right," Sawyer nodded. "I did see this in there, though..." She got back to her feet, returned to the closet, this time producing a tankini, pink and frilly and girly, not much better than the one-piece in any way. "If she really doesn't want the other one, I'd say this is as much of a bikini as she can handle."

Vickie pouted, but, in the moment, her diaper feeling very, very full - and, at the moment, the only thing she was wearing, as if she were such a tiny baby that she didn't need anything else - she didn't have the will power to defend herself from the barb. "Wh-What do I even need a swimsuit for anyway?" she asked instead.

"Well," Sawyer told her, hanging the tankini back up, "we've been talking, and we want to go to the beach. But it's summer, and they're all going to be so busy on the weekend, when it can be just the two of us... So if we want to have any room for ourselves, we're going to have to go during the week, and take you, too."

A trip to the beach sounded nice, sounded like something Vickie would do during a normal summer... Other than the fact that she would be going with her babysitters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... Maybe they'd be distracted by the beach itself, and would go easy on her... She had a feeling she wouldn't be so lucky, however.

"Why don't we see how well she behaves until then before we decide what kind of suit she deserves?" Taylor suggested. "Maybe that'll motivate her to act like a good girl for once."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Sawyer sneered, "but we can give it a shot. For now, though, I bet her oatmeal is done."

"Breakfast time!" Taylor grinned, taking Vickie by the hand.

"C-Can I have a change first?" Vickie wrinkled her nose, wiggling her bottom in her heavy, stinky diaper. "O-Or get my trainers?"

Sawyer gave the seat of Vickie's diaper a pat. "Those suppositories might still be working, so we'd better give it an hour or two, just to be safe... We don't want you having any accidents in your training panties, do we?" Even if it meant staying in this diaper, Vickie had to shake her head, knowing that if that did happen, she could say goodbye to the relative maturity of the trainers... And, after what had happened here, she wanted to cling to as much of that as she could manage. "Don't worry, sweetie... These diapers will hold up perfectly fine until we decide it's safe for you to go back to your potty training. That's why we put you in two. Wasn't that thoughtful of us?"

Vickie glared up at them, and their stupid, smug faces, but, as much as she wanted to say something far different, for her own protection - and the hope of not being forced to go to the beach in her old one-piece swimsuit, she made herself reply, "Yes, ma'am," and be led back to the kitchen so she could eat her yucky oatmeal while sitting in her even yuckier diaper.