Victoria's Secret - Chapter 31 (Patreon)

Victoria reluctantly stepped out of the car, her hands quickly moving to her skirt, holding it down, trying to hide her soaked diaper. After what had happened when she was here last time, she was certain anyone who worked here who happened to be on duty both days would remember her, would know what she was wearing... And who knew what sort of stories they'd been telling their co-workers about the stupid little girl who had gotten tricked into letting two bigger girls dump lemonade into her trainers...

Now she was back, and in full-on diapers... And pretty full ones at that, although she was glad they weren't messy, at least. She didn't want anybody to know, yet, realistically, she knew it would be difficult to hide, between her waddle, the diaper's bulk emphasized by how much liquid they'd already absorbed, and the crinkling.

And, to add insult to injury, Sawyer and Taylor gave each other a look when they saw what she was doing, each stepping to one side of her and grabbing her hand. "H-Hey!" Vickie squealed, attempting to keep her arms in place, but all that accomplished was her lifting up her skirt as the girls pulled them away, showing a hint of her diaper before she let go in a panic.

"We don't want you getting lost again like last time," Sawyer patted her on the head. 

Sure... That might be part of it - and, if anything, Vickie was glad for that, since the worst of that trip had come when she'd been separated from her sitters, and her college friends Liz and Jordan had found her - but she was more than capable of keeping up with them on her own, and with at least one hand to attend to ensuring the hem of her skirt stayed below the crotch of her diaper. With the two girls each holding one of her hands, there was nothing she could do.

She could try to walk slowly and properly... That was hard enough normally in these diapers, as much as they changed her gait, forced her thighs apart; now, when she was forced to keep pace with her taller babysitters, she wasn't certain she'd be able to pull it off, unless they walked more slowly to accommodate her... And there was no way they were going to do that, she knew already.

If anything, having her trapped between them emboldened them to walk more quickly. Despite what she'd just told herself, even without a diaper, she felt like she'd have trouble not losing them, and, as it was, it seemed like she had to practically run to avoid being dragged between them, positive that every hurried step was making her skirt flutter, and no doubt showing off parts of her diaper to anyone who was watching.

"Calm down!" she whined, legs pumping furiously. "Is there some kind of rush?" The pacifier between her lips only added to the difficulty of talking when she was moving so fast.

"Yes, there is," Taylor told her with a smirk. "We don't want your diapers to leak!"

The girls laughed while Vickie cringed, hating how loudly Taylor had declared it, to cement in the mind of anyone nearby who might have caught a glimpse of plastic beneath Vickie's dress that they had, indeed, seen exactly what they'd thought they had. "I-I won't," she muttered. "We can slow down..."

"Aww," Sawyer teased. "Is the baby too little to keep up with her babysitters? Should I carry you?"

Vickie did have to consider it for a moment... If she did that, she could hide her face in Sawyer's side, and maybe people wouldn't give her a second look, would assume she was just a toddler... It was embarrassing to think that could be an honest mistake anyone could make, but wasn't that still better than anyone knowing the truth? That she was a college girl who was dressed like an infant, and being treated like one by a couple girls younger than her, who she had once babysat herself?

"Don't be silly," Taylor interjected. "This is good for her! She needs some exercise in her life..."

"That's true," Sawyer admitted. "You're going to have to walk all around that big college campus soon, and if all you've done during summer is lay around and color pictures and pee your pants, you're going to be so out of shape!"

"We should take up mall-walking with her!" Taylor giggled. "We could do this every day, with all the old people!"

"No!" Vickie blushed, confident that, if they following through on the threat, they'd definitely keep dressing her this way, keeping her diapers constantly flashing...

"Maybe she's right," Sawyer said, to Vickie's surprise. "We could go to the park instead sometimes, to keep it fresh... As long as there's a nice, cool breeze, it shouldn't be too bad, even as hot as its been lately."

Which would make it all the harder to keep her diapers hidden, of course. She tried to stomp her foot to show her displeasure, but as fast as she was having to walk, one footstep being a bit louder hardly registered to her ears, much less either of her babysitters'.

"First, though," Sawyer continued, "we'd better take her in here."

Vickie had barely been paying attention to where they were going, she'd been concentrating so hard on just keeping up; when she heard that, she assumed it would be a bathroom where they would change her. And then, she recalled that they hadn't brought her diaper bag... And if they were in such a rush to change her, why hadn't they done it before they left?

She glanced up, trying to freeze when she saw they were in front of a baby store, to stop her companions short, only to be swept inside, the hyperactive march finally ending, her heart continuing to pound as if it hadn't anyway. She stood there, squirming, sucking her pacifier, surrounded by aisle of baby furniture, baby toys, baby clothes... And, of course, down one aisle, diapers. So many different kinds of diapers, more than she'd even known existed.

"Look at that!" Taylor said to Sawyer over Vickie's head. "She's like a kid in a candy store!"

In a way, Vickie supposed, that might be how it appeared as she struggled to take it all in, eyes wide and scanning every inch of this place in shock. You'd have to ignore the redness in her cheeks, however, and the way she was tugging uselessly on her sitters' hands in a vain attempt to drag both of them back out of the store, to interpret it like that.

"Or a Vickie in a diaper store!" Sawyer chuckled. "We should see if we can get that saying started!"

"It's so catchy!" Taylor bumped Vickie with her hip. "Don't you think so?"

"We don't need anything in here!" Vickie pouted. "Can we just go?"

"What are you talking about?" Sawyer scoffed. "We could use so much stuff in here... We'd buy the whole store, but I doubt your card's credit limit is high enough... Or that your car would fit it all."

"Sawyer!" Vickie hissed. "You're not still using my credit card!" That was the whole reason she was testing out all these drugs, to pay for what the girls had already used her card for! They couldn't keep adding to it, or she'd never get it paid off!

"If that's what you want to believe, sure," Sawyer shrugged noncommittally. "You don't really think we're going to pay for your things out of our own pocket, though, do you?"

"Yes!" Vickie fumed, able, now, to stamp her foot the way she'd wanted before. "Because I don't need any of this, so I shouldn't have to...!"

"My, my," Vickie froze as she heard an unfamiliar voice, having, somehow, almost forgotten that she was in public, despite the fact that she knew she was in the middle of a store. "Someone's cranky, isn't she?"

"Always," Taylor giggled. "I guess we can't blame her... She's also always soggy, aren't you, Vickie?"

Vickie let out a pathetic, "No," that didn't sound convincing even to her ears, much less to the worker who had just appeared. She looked around Taylor and Sawyer's age, and was quite pretty in the pink apron that was, Vickie had to assume, her uniform here. She knelt down, smiling at Vickie in a way that made it clear that, even though Vickie knew she was old enough that she could have babysat for her at one time, this girl saw her as nothing more than a toddler.

"You don't have to fib," the girl told her in a tone so condescending that it made Vickie shrink back and start sucking her paci all the harder from the sheer humiliating force of the words. "Nobody's mad at you for using your diapers for what they're made for!"

"Exactly!" Sawyer joined in, giving the back of Vickie's diaper a pat. "We already gave up on potty training you for now, so you might as well just enjoy it!"

At the final two words, Vickie's mind instantly filled with a series of images not at all appropriate for this store, thinking of what she'd done on the beach with Graham, with the dreams she'd had that were just as dirty, if not more-so... She knew that wasn't how the worker would think she'd 'enjoy' her diapers; whether it was what Sawyer had in mind when she'd said it, however, she was less certain.

"Uh-oh!" the worker chimed. "A potty training drop-out?"

"No!" Vickie shook her head desperately, not wanting that phrase applied to her, even as she saw her sitters' faces light up as they discovered another thing to mock her with. She was potty trained! She'd had no issues with it whatsoever... Until all this had started. Now, it was quickly starting to feel like it might be an accurate statement, though that didn't mean she wanted to think of herself that way, or have anyone else do the same. It wasn't her fault, after all. If the girls didn't make her wear diapers all the time, if they'd give her the option of using the bathroom, then she would... 

"You don't have to be ashamed!" the worker told her. "Everyone learns at a different pace! You'll get there one day! It doesn't matter how many times you fail before then!"

"I have a feeling she's going to fail quite a few times," Taylor quipped. 

"Could be!" the worker agreed cheerfully. "And that's okay, isn't it, sweetie?"

"No!" Vickie repeated. There was very much a deadline on this... She was not about to go back to college in diapers!

"Oh, poor baby," the worker brushed a strand of hair out of Vickie's face. "I promise you, it really is... Trust me, I know you want to be a big girl, but it's not nearly as fun as you think. It's okay to stay little for as long as you want."

Vickie fidgeted, glancing up into the girl's eyes. Did she know? She'd been treating Vickie like a kid, so Vickie had assumed that was what she'd thought she was, but those words made Vickie wonder if she'd been wrong about that... If the girl was aware that she was older than she seemed, far too old to be in diapers, older than her...

"I-I don't want..." Vickie mumbled behind her pacifier, shaking her head.

"Yes," Sawyer interrupted, "we all know you don't want to be potty trained yet... That's why we're here." She rolled her eyes at the worker, who gave her a knowing smile.

"Th-That's not..." Vickie protested.

"Why don't we take a look at what we have?" the worker suggested. "We have so many to pick from... I'm sure you can find the perfect ones for her!"

Even if she did know that Vickie was an adult, clearly she understood that Sawyer and Taylor were the ones in charge, phrasing it like that, not even pretending that Vickie was the one who would get to pick them out for herself. She was escorted back to the diapers against her will, her own diaper feeling particularly thick and squishy as she went.

"L-Look!" she pointed out. "Those trainers are cute!"

"They are!" the worker agreed, pausing to look at them. "And they'll be right there waiting for you for when you're ready for them!"

"B-But..." The girl hadn't even entertained the thought that Vickie might be able to wear those now!

"Trust me, sweetie," the worker smiled down at her, "I have diapers that are even cuter than those!"

She certainly did; she had diapers of all kinds, package after package, in all sorts of sizes and designs. They were mostly meant for infants, of course, but there were some that she could see were meant for older kids as well. Vickie felt bad for those kids who needed them, who had to be taken here, to this shop for babies, by their parents in order to buy them...

There was a part of her that wished this store had been here when she'd been babysitting, however. It would have been the perfect place to take her more stubborn, naughty charges... Whether she would have actually bought them anything or not, the mere sight of all this would surely have shocked them into submission, let them know how serious she was about disciplining them however they deserved...

Maybe, she thought faintly, that was all Sawyer and Taylor were doing... Then again, she had no reason to doubt that they would carry through on any threats they made, or that they would hesitate to humiliate her however they could... They had nothing to prove to her, so why would they bother with this if they didn't mean it?

"So, what kind of diapers does she need?" the worker asked, Vickie feeling smaller and smaller as she wasn't even invited into the conversation, despite it being solely about what she was going to wear.

"I don't need any!" she blurted out, all three of the girls laughing in response.

"You're so funny, Vickie," Sawyer tickled her tummy through her dress, making her dissolve into giggles despite herself. "If there's one place you don't have to keep pretending about that, it's here! I'm afraid she's going to need the biggest, thickest ones you have. She's a fountain, and, try as we might, it's almost impossible to keep her changed often enough to stop her from leaking all over the place!"

"That's not true!" Vickie whined.

She should have known better than to contradict Sawyer in public. Sawyer didn't hesitate, reaching over and grabbing Vickie's skirt, lifting it up right in the middle of the store. "See?" Sawyer declared. "Look at that! We changed her right before we came here, too!"

"No, you didn't!" Vickie glowered. "That's a lie! They...!"

She stopped mid-sentence, a shiver running up her spine as the worker, just as naturally as Sawyer had exposed her diaper, gave it a squeeze, checking it without so much as a word, with seemingly no thought to Vickie's privacy, or dignity. Vickie blushed, watching the way the diaper smooshed between the girl's fingers, recognizing instantly how soaked it was.

"You poor thing," the girl shook her head. "No wonder you're so cranky! Well, don't you worry, I have just the thing... They're meant for overnight, but obviously you can put her in them anytime, if you need to... And you can always double her up at night, if you need to. It's not like she'll have to worry about walking once she's tucked into bed."

Vickie whimpered, shaking her head. "No, they can't do that!" she protested. "They get me ready to bed way before I actually hafta go!" 

"You know," Sawyer mused, "that's such a good point... There's no reason for you to stay up that late, is there? If we give you your supper early, we could tuck you in before we leave, and know that you're all safe and snug and..."

"Sawyer!" Vickie squealed. That was so early! 

"That's such a good idea," Taylor joined in. "She's always grumpy... She must not be getting enough sleep."

"I'm not grumpy!" Vickie glared. "You two are just..!"

"It sounds like it would be a good idea to me," the worker smiled. "Do you have plastic pants for her? That would give her a little extra protection for overnight, just in case..."

"We do," Sawyer smirked, Vickie blushing as she recalled wearing them to the beach, and everything that had happened there. "We could always use some more, though."

"Oh, definitely!" the worker nodded, pulling a package of diapers off the shelf and shoving them at Vickie, her sitters letting go of her hands so she could grab it, toddling along behind them worriedly, peering down at what she was holding. The pictures almost looked comical, like they were a joke, showing off how big and bulky the diapers inside were... Was she even going to be able to walk in those things?! And if they weren't joking about putting her in two at night... Maybe it would be better for them to put her to bed early after all, or else she'd be stuck crawling around the house like an infant...

She gasped, feeling another trickle escaping into her waiting diaper despite herself. She fidgeted, trying to will her diaper to hold... And then, as if to defy her, the trickling continued, slowly creeping its way down her inner thigh. She was leaking, 'proving' the sitters' story true, showing everyone how much she needed these diapers she was clinging to... Even without Sawyer and Taylor holding her hands, there was nothing she could do. She could drop the package, run away from this store... Anyone who saw her, however, was still going to know exactly how big of a baby she was as soon as they saw that she was not only in diapers, but also that she needed them so badly that she'd soaked all the way through one, right in the middle of the mall...