Victoria's Secret - Chapter 32 (Patreon)

Victoria whimpered, squeezing her legs together, trying to use her skin to rub away the evidence of her leak while her babysitters and the store's worker walked ahead of her, chatting happily. Unfortunately, she was leaking because her diaper was absolutely soaked, and pressing her thighs together close enough to do that meant compressing the padding, making more liquid dribble out, the problem looking worse and worse with every attempt to hide it.

"Look at all these pretty colors!" Taylor exclaimed. "It's going to be hard not to buy one of each!"

"I know, right?" the worker giggled, glancing back at Vickie. The girl froze, sucking hard on her pacifier, positive that she'd notice and tell the others, but, thankfully, the attention was fleeting. "They're a perfect accessory! You can just buy a bunch of these, and then she'll have something she can wear with any outfit, as opposed to trying to make all of her outfits match her diapers, or finding multiple diaper brands with different colors that are all reliable enough to wear on a regular basis!"

"Exactly," Sawyer nodded. "If those diapers are as good as you say they are," she peered back as well, Vickie shrinking back, feeling herself making her problem even worse, her bladder letting another squirt loose into her already overloaded pants, "I don't think we'll want to put her into any others!"

What she meant, Vickie assumed, was that the diapers were so thick that they wouldn't want to let her wear anything thinner, anything that she'd have a chance of keeping hidden. She doubted they really cared how absorbent they were, though it was probably a side benefit, a way for them to have to change her less often, and do less work.

"Trust me!" the worker beamed proudly. "You won't! Which is why you're going to want a bunch of these! And, look, these have little ruffles, too! Isn't that precious?"

"Oh, my God!" Sawyer squealed, grabbing a pair of pink ones off the hanger. "So cute! I keep thinking about getting her some tights with ruffles, but these would be so much more convenient... And easier to wash."

Vickie squirmed, thinking of her dream from the sleepover, and the incident it had been based on, how she had dressed Sawyer up in ruffles and lace... And, in her dream, wound up in them herself. They had been tights then... Was that why Sawyer said she wanted to use those? She supposed she couldn't blame the girl for wanting to get back at her for that... It felt like she already had, but Sawyer hadn't had the satisfaction of experiencing that dream, so she didn't know any better.

"Totally!" the worker agreed. "I mean, I wouldn't want to discourage you from putting her in tights, because I bet that would be adorable, but you'll probably get more use out of these... You know, just guessing, looking at her."

All three laughed among themselves, as if Vickie, and the state of her diapers, was some kind of private joke between them. Vickie groaned, cheeks darkening, wishing that she had the guts to run away from them, that she wasn't leaking, the problem getting worse and worse the longer she stood there, which was bound to draw attention to her if she did go out on her own, that she hadn't let things get so out of hand that she'd have no way to get back home if she did escape...

"Do you have tights?" Sawyer asked. "I bet she'd need some specialized ones to fit over those diapers without tearing."

"Of course!" the worker replied, happy, as always, to help. "Are you done here, or...?"

"Oh, definitely not!" Taylor shook her head. "We need this color, too... And this one... Oh, and look!" It was her turn now to pick up a pair, holding them up so the other two could see.

"Very good choice," the worker complimented her, though, from a few feet away, Vickie couldn't see what made them so special, why they were anything but another pair of plastic pants, yellow this time... Not until the worker reached up, touching something dangling from the front. Vickie heard a soft metallic sound, her stomach turning as she looked closer and saw that it was a chain, a tiny padlock looped around one end. "If she gives you any trouble with trying to take her diapers off, these will fix that in no time!"

"She doesn't," Sawyer gave Vickie a pointed look; Vickie was glad the girl shot it right at her eyes, her gaze boring into Vickie's skull relentlessly, reminding her that she'd better not think of changing that anytime soon, either, if only because it kept her from looking at her legs, and the amber liquid trickling further and further down them, despite her best efforts to stop it. "Better safe than sorry, though, right?"

The worker bobbed her head. "Absolutely! I know the chain looks thin, but it's very strong... And so is the lock! She won't be getting out of them without the key!"

"They'd be so much more reliable than signing her tapes," Taylor said. "I mean, I doubt she could have gotten those off and back on without us being able to tell, but with these..."

"With these," Sawyer strutted over to Vickie, arms loaded with plastic pants, "little Vickie could never, ever get out of her diapers until we say she's ready." She hooked a finger under Vickie's chin, lifting it upwards, locking gazes with her again. "Won't that be nice, Vickie?"

Vickie wanted nothing more than to throw these diapers down on the floor, knock the contents of Sawyer's arms onto the floor, perhaps stomp on them a little, and then run out of this store, never to return again... Looking up directly into Sawyer's eyes, however, was a reminder of how tiny she was in comparison, how weak, how helpless she was in comparison to her... It didn't matter what she wanted, all she could really do was meekly squeak out a, "Y-Yes, ma'am," from behind her paci.

"Now, are you going to apologize for making a mess all over the floor?" Sawyer asked.

Vickie gasped, cheeks burning. She knew?! Had she known all along?! She wouldn't put it past Sawyer to have spotted it, and to have waited to see how long it would take for Vickie to confess... The fact that she never had would just prove, in her sitter's eyes, how much she deserved to be in these new, bigger diapers.

"Uh-oh!" the worker chirped. "Well, that's okay! We've had bigger puddles to clean up, believe me!"

"I'm sure Vickie could give those all a run for their money, if we give her a few more minutes," Sawyer teased. "I think we'd better get her changed before she can. It's too bad, there's lots more I'd love to look at here..."

"No need to go anywhere!" the worker told her. "You can go ahead and change her here! We have a changing room in the back there," she pointed. "I will say, it's meant for... smaller babies, mostly," she put it diplomatically, "so it might be a little cramped. You're welcome to use one of the changing tables we have on display, though. That would probably be easier."

Vickie followed the girl's finger as it gestured to another part of the store, squealing in displeasure and disbelief as she saw what she was referring to. "No!" she stomped her foot.

"That is so kind of you," Sawyer spoke over Vickie, glowering at her. "You've been so helpful! Come on, Vickie, let's get you changed!"

"No!" Vickie repeated, trying to dig in her heels as Sawyer grabbed her by the upper arm, dragging her away.

The worker watched, giggling. "She still hasn't outgrown not wanting to be changed?" she asked Taylor. "We see bigger babies fairly often, but usually they at least want to get out of their soggy pants as soon as possible!"

"I-I don't..!" Vickie tried to protest.

"That's part of what makes it so difficult," Taylor gave a dramatic sigh. "I bet we wouldn't need diapers that thick if she'd just tell us when she went."

Vickie huffed, wanting to point out that they'd known she was wet before they brought her to the mall and hadn't changed her... But she was too distracted by the sight of the changing table that Sawyer lifted her onto, being careful to lift the hem of her skirt so she didn't sit on it in her leaky diaper, right there in the middle of the store. "Pl-Please, don't," she begged, as Sawyer set her load of plastic pants down and pulled the pack of diapers out of Vickie's hands, ripping it open. "N-Not here..."

"Why not?" Sawyer asked, sliding a diaper out of the package. Vickie felt a bit light-headed as she saw it, feeling herself sucking even harder on her pacifier, realizing that they were, indeed, every bit as bulky as the pictures on the package made them seem. Was she really going to be wearing those all the time from now on?! "You need a dry diaper, and you need it now... Why shouldn't we take care of it here?"

"A-Anyone could see me!" Vickie whined, squirming in place on the padded surface of the changing table, trying to wriggle away from the diaper. "Th-The door is right over there... I-I bet they wouldn't even have to come inside to be able..."

"Don't be silly," Sawyer pushed on her chest, forcing her onto her back. "Nobody cares about a little baby like you getting her diaper changed... It happens all the time..."

"I'm not a baby!" Vickie kicked her feet, frustrated, while Sawyer unceremoniously untaped her diaper. Vickie froze, feeling the cool breeze of an air conditioner on her most private parts, suddenly just wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, drawing as little attention to her as possible, now that her attempts to stop it had failed so completely.

"How could you possibly still think that?" Sawyer shook her head, turning away. "Hey!" she called, Vickie wincing, positive that she was drawing the attention of everyone coming anywhere close to the store's entrance with that yell, though she couldn't bear to look and see for herself, staring anxiously at the back of the store instead as she laid there, diaper open. "Is it okay to use these wipes and stuff?"

"Of course!" the worker shouted back, pulling a wet floor sign out of a storage closet. "We have them in stock if you like them!"

"Thanks!" Sawyer replied before returning her attention to Vickie, pulling a wipe out of the container and starting to clean her up, Vickie instantly starting to squirm as she felt the damp cloth being run across her privates, even before the girl began to rub, seemingly taking extra care to be sure she got every single drop of urine away from her skin. "You wear diapers 24/7, and you use them so much that you leaked all over the store... You love your paci so much that you've barely stopped sucking on it since it went in your mouth. You're getting turned on by a diaper change." Vickie blushed bright red, wanting to deny that, yet unable to speak at the moment because of how true it was, as Sawyer continued working the wipe over her crotch in just the right way. "You're years older than me, but you can't do anything to stop me from doing whatever I want to you."

Vickie whimpered into her pacifier, toes curling in her sandals. It didn't take much nowadays, not with how hard it was for her to actually get off, and how much her dreams tormented her with naughty imagery... She didn't want to orgasm here, surrounded by all this baby stuff, though she also couldn't exactly say she'd be upset if it happened, with how long it had been since last time...

"You are," Sawyer whispered, leaning in closer, rubbing harder, Vickie's breath catching, sure she was going to say those magic words... She didn't know how it would work, if Sawyer would tape the diaper back up so she could fill it or what, but she didn't care, electricity flowing through her veins as she waited, only to hear, instead, "a baby. A tiny, stupid, little baby."

Vickie whined as Sawyer stopped, sliding the diaper out from underneath her. Her body kept squirming, writhing in place, as if it thought, by doing that, it could bring those nice feelings back, yet all that really happened was Sawyer holding her bottom off the table to wipe it off before slipping the new diaper beneath it, letting her fall down onto it. A little lotion and powder later, and Sawyer was lifting the front of the diaper up, Vickie sniffing as she felt her thighs being forced apart by the bulk.

"Do you need any help?" the worker asked eagerly. "I-I mean, I'm sure you know what you're doing, of course, but I bet you get bored, having to do it so often..."

Vickie stared up at Sawyer, shaking her head, trying to silently tell her to say no, to keep this stranger from changing her diaper. Sawyer definitely saw it, but grinned anyway, setting the diaper down, draped over the bottom of Vickie's tummy, and telling the other girl, "Sure, if you don't mind!"

"Not at all!" the worker stepped up next to the table, giving Vickie's tummy a tickle. "See? Isn't this so much better? Nice and dry?"

Vickie pouted out a petulant, "No!", though she meant it more as a protest to what was happening than an answer.

That wasn't how it was taken, of course, the other three girls exchanging looks and chuckles. "Don't worry," the worker told her, adjusting the diaper before tugging it upwards and pulling one side over her leg snugly. "I bet you'll be soggy again in no time! Won't that be fun? You can make your diapers nice and yellow to match your pretty dress!"

Vickie groaned, blushing hard as the worker fastened the tape, expertly moving on to the other side. "I-I don't want..." she tried to explain, but she had no idea what she was going to say, how she was going to be able to talk her way out of this without seeming even more infantile.

"What was that, sweetie?" the worker asked, taping up the second side, sealing Vickie into her new diaper, as the girl squirmed on the table, still processing how massive the new padding was. "What do you need?"

"She needs these plastic pants!" Taylor answered, holding up a pair of yellow ones, ruffles across the seat.

"Yes, she does!" the worker gushed, taking them and sliding them up Vickie's legs, helping her up off the table so she could tug them up over the diaper properly, lovingly adjusting them to get them just right. "Oh, they're perfect! They match your dress, too!"

Vickie looked down, stomach churning as she grabbed the hem of her dress, yanking it down as hard as she could, to no avail. The sheer bulk of the diaper was so big that, try as she might, it peeked out from underneath her skirt, so much so that even the bottom row of ruffles was clearly visible. There was no way that anybody could possibly miss what she was wearing, wouldn't know that Sawyer had been right, and she was nothing but a big baby.

"What do you say, Vickie?" Sawyer asked, getting a blank stare in return. "She was nice enough to help you find your new diapers, and those pretty plastic panties, and she cleaned up your mess, and even got you all diapered up!"

"O-Oh," Vickie blinked, letting out a heavy sigh. She shouldn't blame the worker... She was only trying to do her job, and Vickie didn't sense any malice from her... She had no reason to think that Sawyer and Taylor weren't telling the truth, that Vickie didn't need all of this stuff... That didn't do much to make it any easier for Vickie to look up and say, "Th-Thank you," for all of that, since she couldn't say that she was exactly grateful for any of it.

"You are so welcome!" the girl gave her a big hug, patting the seat of her diaper. "I was happy to do it! Now, are you guys ready to check out, or do you need some more stuff?"

Sawyer and Taylor looked at one another uncertainly. "We do have other things to do in the mall," Taylor shrugged. "I guess we can't stay here all day..."

"Where else are you going?" the worker asked.

"Oh, we're heading to Victoria's Secret," Sawyer told her. "We're all getting new undies today!"

"How fun!" the worker smiled.

Vickie was less sure of that... Did she really want to have to stand around there, surrounded by all that lingerie, while she was dressed this way, her diapers very obviously showing?! That would be so humiliating... Which was, obviously, the whole point. Why else would they have made her come here first, and gotten the thickest diapers?

"There's no rush, though," Sawyer shrugged. "I do want to look at those tights, especially now that I see how big the diapers really are. And it would be nice to get a party dress to go with it, and some Mary Janes... She has some cute clothes, but I'd love to get her something for... special occasions, you know? As long as we aren't being a nuisance..."

"Not at all!" the worker told her. "Oh, my God, just wait until you see our dresses! Some of them are a little pricy..."

"That's no problem," Taylor giggled, Vickie squirming, knowing why that was the case. Why should they care how much they spent on all this stuff when Vickie, the person who wanted it the least, was footing the bill? 

"In that case," the worker said, "I have to show you my favorites... I don't think I've ever sold any of them, but I've always wanted to see them go to a good home, because they are the cutest!"

The three walked off, Sawyer pausing for a moment, patting the side of her leg like she was calling a dog. "Come on," she ordered, and Vickie felt herself reluctantly start to shuffle towards her.

And then, as Sawyer turned to join the other two girls, Vickie stopped. Part of it was her still being unaccustomed to how much the new diapers made her waddle; part of it was some last shred of defiance. Sawyer thought she was so under her thumb that she didn't even have to check to see if she was coming? They assumed they could take her anywhere, make her pay for anything?

Honestly, that was probably true... She was probably going to regret this... But the store's entrance was so close, and nobody was keeping an eye on her. She didn't want to spend any more time here, didn't want to look at any more baby clothes, much less have to watch her babysitters use her credit card to buy them, putting her even further into debt... She didn't want to go with them and stand around Victoria's Secret dressed like a toddler...

She took one step in the other direction, half expecting Sawyer to swoop in and drag her away by the ear... But she'd already caught up with the other two, and were blissfully chatting about infant fashion, leaving her all alone, with nobody to stop her from toddling right out the door and into the rest of the mall, all by herself.