Victoria's Secret - Chapter 33 (Patreon)

Victoria's heart pounded as she scurried through the mall. It had once been something she did for fun, to relax and hang out... She'd never been dressed like this then, however, and she never had two babysitters who were sure to be angry with her when they found her.

Had this really been worth it? They were bound to find her eventually; she had no way to get home without them. She couldn't even get out of her diaper on her own, since the plastic pants were locked right, although she did duck into a bathroom to try, tugging and pulling at them as hard as she could to no avail.

It was so unfair! She was literally in a bathroom stall, a toilet right next to her, and yet there was no way for her to use it, rather than her pants. Fortunately, she didn't need to go again at the moment... But it was bound to happen sooner, rather than later, and, if she was being honest with herself, she was no longer a good judge for when she had to pee anyway, so it could be any time.

She bounced up and down, giving the chain in the waistband of the plastic pants one final yank. It showed no signs of breaking, or stretching, or noticing her efforts at all. Like it or not, she was too weak, and her extra-thick diapers were staying exactly where they were, where everyone could see them.

That wasn't going to help her, either... She couldn't blame anyone who saw her toddling around, the bulging, ruffled seat of her diaper peeking out beneath the hem of her sundress, from assuming she was a toddler running loose, and grab her and either try to find her caretakers themselves, or take her to security for them to handle it. Maybe she'd get lucky, and whoever she wound up dealing with would believe her story... When had luck been on her side recently, though?

"Ugh!" she groaned out loud in frustration, unhooking her fingers from around the chain and tugging down her dress with all her might, stopping to think only afterwards about how bad an idea that was. If she'd ripped the fabric, then her diaper might well have been far more visible than it was now... But, apparently, she wasn't even strong enough to do that. That was a good thing in this case, she knew, whether it made her feel helpless or not.

She stepped out of the stall sheepishly, hoping nobody had heard her outburst, and waddled for the door, stepping back out into the main mall, glad that Sawyer and Taylor weren't waiting for her right there. How sad would it have been for her to escape, just to spend her entire time in freedom stuck in the bathroom, and unable to even use the toilet when she was in there? 

What else was there for her to do? She had no purse, no money, no credit cards... She couldn't buy anything, and anything she might have would have been subject to the scrutiny of her babysitters when they inevitably found her anyway. She did enjoy window shopping, normally, but doing it with her diaper showing was likely going to be more nerve-wracking than fun.

So... Why not change that? She couldn't get the diaper off, however, there was nothing stopping her from putting something over it. And she couldn't buy anything... That hadn't stopped her when she was younger, though. It was mostly smaller things, like makeup, sure, and she hadn't been drawing as much attention to herself as this outfit was bound to bring her, yet she'd never gotten caught, so it was worth a shot.

She turned the opposite direction of the store where she'd left her sitters, trying to recall what clothes stores were down that way, almost too distracted by that to spot who was heading her way, chatting to one another, both wearing bikini tops and wrap-around skirts again. She gasped, feeling her diaper begin to grow wet already as she scrambled away to the other side of the hall, letting out a sigh of relief when they didn't follow, and turn in her direction. They must not have seen her... Thank god! Of course they'd be here... They were always hanging out here, or working out... With the way they dressed, she would have assumed they'd be at the pool more often, but it seemed like they just liked being in clothes that left as many of their muscles on display as possible.

She was going to have to stay away from them, too; it had been bad enough letting them see her in training pants! If they snapped another picture of her, this time in an extra-thick diaper - a wet one, at that, now - and took it back to college with them... She whimpered, feeling another dribble of warmth in her pants at the thought. She couldn't let that happen!

A good way to do that would be to get herself something to hide her padding, as well as anything could at this point. As soon as she found a clothing store, she slipped into it, making a bee-line to the juniors' section. There were, predictably, other girls there, sipping soda and Starbucks and chatting, Vickie feeling her cheeks warm at their very presence. She didn't want them to see her... She wasn't sure if they'd assume she was a child, or if they'd know she was a college student, like they seemed to be, dressed like one; she also wasn't sure which of those possibilities would be worse. Either way, she wanted to avoid them if she could, just like Liz and Jordan, and Sawyer and Taylor. And anybody who worked here... There were a lot of people, at this point, she didn't want to see - or, rather, to see her.

She kept her distance, even though she could see they were standing in front of a table of shorts that seemed like the perfect candidates. Remaining on the other side of the section, there were some other shorts hanging up, but they were much smaller and skimpier... If they did fit, they wouldn't do a lot; at this point, however, anything was better than her ruffle-bottomed plastic pants.

Her shoplifting skills were rusty, and had never been good enough for her to simply march out of a store carrying an armload of shorts to go try on elsewhere... That would have been wasteful, anyway, as she had no clue what size she was while she was in these diapers. It could easily not be any of those in this section. Even if she did find some, she'd only be wearing one pair now, and she doubted her babysitters would let her keep the rest, especially if she could fit them over her diapers. And they had to know she had no way to pay for them...

So, instead, she took them to the fitting room. There was one in that section, but she knew from experience that one was likely to be watched more closely by the workers, since it was probably the one where the most stealing happened... And it was past the girls, so she'd have to toddle right by them with her armload of shorts, praying they didn't see her diaper.

The next closest fitting room was in the maternity section, so she went there. It was quieter, less of a hang-out spot, though, in a way, she almost felt more embarrassed here, having to step through the aisle of nursing bras to get to the fitting room, her face reddening as she caught sight of the pictures on them, of full breasts, ready and waiting to dispense milk...

She'd dreamed about Sawyer breastfeeding her, and it was utterly humiliating... And yet, she'd still had the image pop up in her mind now and then anyway, unbidden. Was it just out of residual fear from the nightmare? Maybe... That wasn't how it felt, however, when it did emerge... She squirmed now, hating to admit that the warmth she was feeling wasn't limited to her cheeks, that it was happening between her legs as well... Surely, that was connected to where the dream had gone afterwards, to the vibrator Sawyer had used on her... Now, they were all mixed up in her head, though, to her mortification, and thinking about breastfeeding - which was impossible not to do, surrounded by these bras - was affecting her in the same way that buzzing had, back in the dream...

What was she thinking about?! She didn't want to be breastfed! She wasn't a baby! She might be wearing a diaper, she might be unable to escape that diaper, she might have wet that diaper - mere minutes after being put into it - but she wasn't a baby! She didn't need to be breastfed, and she couldn't want it! She was just a bit curious... That didn't mean she actually wanted to go through with it... Right?

For now, she had to put that aside either way and duck into the fitting room. She was so flustered, she didn't pay attention, heading for the first stall she saw, trying to turn the handle, and finding it locked.

"Occupied!" a voice called from inside.

Vickie blushed, seeing now that the other doors were open, while this was the only one shut... Why had she tried to go to this one?! She opened her mouth to say sorry, but barely managed to make a squeak as she shuffled away, this latest embarrassment just adding on to everything else. She chose the stall furthest away from the one being used, tossing the shorts onto the bench inside and locking the door securely behind her.

She caught her breath, calming down for a moment or two in privacy before picking up the first pair of shorts. She'd had her doubts about them on the rack, but now, as she unclipped them from the hanger, she had even more. They were here, though, and there was no way to know for sure until she tried, so she stepped into them, pulling them up her legs.

They refused to go over her diaper at all. She didn't so much as give it a shimmy, seeing that it was pointless. She kicked them off her legs, a sinking sensation coming over her as she looked at the rest of her pile, wondering if it was going to go the same for them. There were a few bigger sizes in there, yet, with as quickly as those had failed, she wasn't sure moving up a size or two would make a difference.

Maybe she should have looked in this section to begin with... Maternity sizes would definitely be bigger than juniors. Juniors was just where she usually shopped - though, to her embarrassment, a lot of the time the kids' section had things that fit her better - and it had been closer. And, whether she was making it up or not, she felt like there was a bit of a stigma to buying from the maternity section, that the workers would assume she was pregnant if she went up to the counter with something from there... But she wasn't exactly planning on checking out, was she?

The next pair of shorts didn't fare any better, though the next did slide a little ways up the diaper before halting, giving her enough hope to keep going, rather than abandoning this phase of the plan. Most of the other shorts fell somewhere in between those two, until one went all the way up over the diaper. Her eyes lit up in surprise and delight, thinking she'd finally done it... 

And then she tried to fasten the button. She pouted, tugging at either side of them, her frustration increasing as, yet again, she was too weak to do something. In this case, however, she doubted it would have mattered... Even if she could have fastened it, the button would probably have popped off as soon as she did anything. But she was so close! She considered wearing them anyway, hanging them from the hook in the room, rather than leaving them in a pile with the others, since the dress should hide the top of them. She was afraid they might slide down over her slick plastic pants and she might not notice until they were around her ankles.

There were still a couple more pairs to try, and, of course, it wasn't until the last one that she found what she was looking for. She pulled them up, feeling a rush of hope at how easily it went, trying not to get too excited yet, before trying to fasten them up. That was much harder, though, with a couple strong yanks, and holding her breath, she was able to do it.

"Yes!" she couldn't help exclaiming, grinning at herself in the mirror. It wasn't perfect... The diaper was still showing quite a bit over the waistband, and there was no hiding the massive padding underneath it, even after she let her skirt drop to hide the first issue, but it was better than the plastic pants, by a long shot. The pink of the shorts, combined with the yellow of her dress, would have given her a childish look, diaper bulge or not... Better to look like a child than a toddler, however.

She couldn't believe it had worked out! She adjusted her skirt proudly, marching proudly out of the stall, and towards the exit of the fitting rooms... Only to be stopped by the first door opening up, the occupant stepping out and blocked her way, arms full. Vickie felt her cheeks flush, seeing the other young woman there, so pretty, so much taller than her - though that wasn't saying much, as Vickie was just short. She probably wasn't quite as tall as Sawyer or Taylor, or even Liz or Jordan, since she'd seen them and had them on her mind now. The woman had short, blonde hair, and an obvious baby bump, but what Vickie found herself staring at was a little higher up...

She shook her head, horrified at herself. What was she doing?! She shouldn't be ogling at another woman's breasts in public, much less wondering if she was already starting to lactate, or if, maybe, she already had another child, and hadn't stopped... This was a stranger! She shouldn't be thinking those things, fantasizing about lying on her lap, lips wrapped around her nipples...

"E-Excuse me!" she mumbled, feeling the need to get out of there quickly, trying to brush past the woman, only to bump into her, sending everything she was carrying raining down around Vickie. "Sorry!"

"No, I'm sorry," the woman told her kindly. "I know, I'm a bit slow now..." She tried to bend over to retrieve her things, looking pained as she rubbed her back.

Vickie felt a rush of guilt, knowing this was her fault. "I-I'll get it!" she said, bending down and immediately hearing a rip, head spinning with embarrassment as, after all that, her diaper wound up exposed to the woman anyway, while Vickie stood there, butt in the air, staring down at the nursing bra on the floor beneath her, filling her with all sorts of feelings.

"Oh, no!" the woman exclaimed. "Oh, you poor little thing!" Vickie didn't know what to do, although her body seemed to believe it did, letting loose another trickle of pee as the woman reached down to give her diaper a pat. "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you ruin your shorts like that! They're so cute, too!"

"N-No, it's okay," Vickie told her, just wanting to run away and hide now.

"No, it isn't," the woman said. "I'll buy you a new pair, all right? Come on. My name is Maria... I promise, I'm not going to try to kidnap you or anything." She beckoned Vickie onwards, Vickie nibbling her bottom lip for a moment before gathering up the woman's fallen items and rushing after her. The woman went, of course, to the children's section, looking there. "What size do you wear?" she asked.

"Y-You really don't have to do this," Vickie blushed.

"I can't leave you running around like that!" Maria shook her head. "Let's see... You're a bit bigger than my daughter, and she wears this size..."

So, she did have a child already... If Vickie wasn't much larger than her, then she had to be somewhat old, right? Too old to still be getting breastfed? No! She had to stop thinking about that! 

"Let's see," Maria commented, holding up a pair of shorts. "These are pink, too..." They were, though they were covered in tiny flowers. "Do you think they'll fit over your diaper?"

Vickie turned bright red, hearing it said out loud, by someone she didn't even know. Was it seriously a surprise she'd known? She'd given them a pat! Obviously she'd known what she was touching! "I-I don't..." Vickie stammered.

The woman carefully knelt down, holding the shorts up to her waist. "Hmm... That is a problem... Those diapers really make things difficult, huh? If only they weren't so thick! You must need them an awful lot to be in some that size."

"N-No, I don't!" Vickie insisted.

"Sure, you don't, soggy britches," Maria winked. She looked at a few other pairs before giving up, her mind going to where Vickie's had, and returning to the maternity section, where she found a pair of pink, stretchy shorts, taking them, and Vickie, into the fitting room to try them.

"I-I can do it myself," Vickie told her, which did nothing to stop Maria from sitting down on the bench, holding the shorts open for her to step into them. Vickie swallowed, moving in closer, the woman's breasts looming large, right in front of her.

"Is somebody thirsty?" Maria teased, Vickie squeaking as she realized she'd been caught. 

"N-No, I'm not..." Vickie shook her head desperately. "I-I'm... I-I don't..."

"It's all right," Maria assured her. "It's hard not to stare, isn't it? They're so big now..."

They were, especially compared to Vickie's. Even if she wasn't getting dressed by this woman, while she was in a diaper, she would feel so tiny, so immature, next to her...

"I-I'm a... big girl..." Vickie said, trying her best to convince both Maria and herself with the halting words.

"Sure, you are," Maria smirked, letting the shorts snap over Vickie's diaper before giving them another pat, her other hand reaching up, wiping Vickie's chin, the girl blushing as she realized she'd been drooling again. "And you aren't hungry at all... Well, if you are a big girl, then maybe you could help me out. You see, I was stupid, and left my breast pump at home, so... You'd actually be doing me a favor..."

"I-I am a big girl," Vickie repeated, not certain herself if she was saying that to try to talk Maria out of this, or to confirm that she could be helpful.

"I know, sweetie," Maria stroked her hair. "If you weren't, I would have taken you to find your Mommy when I found you all on your own... And I wouldn't trust you with something this important."

This couldn't be happening! She couldn't let this happen! She could stop it, at any point, could walk out of the fitting room... But all she really wanted to do was move in closer, her diaper warming as she watched Maria slip the top of her dress down, revealing her bra, which she unfastened to reveal her breast underneath. Vickie's eyes widened, seeing the milk leaking from it, seeing that she hadn't been lying...

"Can you do this for me?" Maria asked. "Can you be a big enough girl to give me a hand?"

In a daze, Vickie nodded, feeling almost hypnotized by the sight of the woman's nipple, her memory of the nightmare with Sawyer flashing through her mind as she moved in closer and closer to it, until Maria was helping her up onto her lap, cradling her. "I-I'm a... big girl?" she asked quietly.

"Of course, sweetie," Maria cooed, pushed Vickie's mouth gently against her nipple, the girl finding herself starting to suck automatically. And, despite the woman's assurances, it was difficult to feel like anything more than a baby as the warm, sweet milk began to pour into her mouth... But, by then, she couldn't help herself.