Victoria's Secret - Chapter 37 (Patreon)

Vickie whimpered, wiggling her bottom in her dirty diaper, mouth sucking harder at her pacifier as another of the seemingly endless waves of humiliation washed over her. She'd had plenty of people assume she was a kid, and in a lot of cases, she had hoped for that, since it would make her wardrobe, her padding, a bit less out of place. To have this nursery believe she was a toddler, however, or an actual infant?!

It was so, so very unfair, so mortifying... If anything should know the difference, it was this machine! Surely it wouldn't rely solely on the information her babysitters had entered about her, would be able to scan her, to see that she was an adult... Or, maybe it couldn't, now that she thought about it. Perhaps its system only had the ability to recognize children, so, when she didn't match the exact body type for any of those, it had errored out, gone back to the beginning...

Or, you know... It had deduced its information was correct, despite any discrepancies it could have noticed, because she'd arrived in a soggy diaper, and in the time she'd been here, had already messed the one she'd been changed into. That was some pretty infantile behavior, she had to admit.

But nowhere near babyish enough to make her want to crawl over to the other babies, to share some blocks with them, or a dollhouse... The lack of curiosity in the eyes of the babies there just insulted her further, made it seem like they also thought she belonged here, with them. 

She wanted to scream at them, to tell them that she wasn't one of them, that she was a babysitter, no matter what had happened to her this summer. She should be looking after them, changing their diapers, putting them down for naps in their cribs, maybe flirting with their fathers if they were cute, while their mothers went to fetch the money for her from her purse...

To do that, she'd have to be able to remove her pacifier, and that wasn't happening any time soon. She was trapped in it as thoroughly as she was trapped in her diapers, both silenced and helpless to prevent any snacktimes the nursery might think she needed... Snacktimes that would inevitably lead to her filling her diaper more and more...

"I'm not a baby," she mumbled defiantly into her paci, wishing she could truly believe that, that every time she considered her situation, it didn't appear to prove her more and more wrong.

Was there any way out of here? She hadn't been able to find one in her cell, as it had seemed to be to her, although she was certain the nursery itself had a different term for her individual room. It was possible she could find one here... And it wasn't like just sitting there, sulking, was passing the time very quickly. She got up onto her hands and knees, crawling past smaller babies towards the perimeter of the central playroom.

There were some blank spaces on the white walls, but she suspected they were room that hadn't opened up yet, or didn't have an occupant currently, because, otherwise, the rooms were right next to one another, barely any space between them. She blushed, flashing back to everything that had happened to her, realizing it had likely been going on while, on either side of her, separated by one wall each, there were other babies, napping and getting fed, exactly the same as her.

She was one of them, plain and simple, no different, besides the special instructions that had been put into the computer for her. She couldn't even tell which of the rooms was hers anymore, the floors all having flattened themselves back out, leaving all of them looking identical.

And, if they were identical, that meant the lack of a visible exit in her room would translate to all of them, too, probably... And if the outer walls of this room just led to more of the individual rooms, then, by extension, there were no easy escapes from here, either.

"Play?" 

She glowered at the little boy who dared speak to her, holding out a ring from a stacking game, glistening wetly. She wrinkled her nose, shook her head, started to crawl away.

"Play?" he tried again, pushing it closer to her.

"No!" she squealed behind the paci, batting the ring away before he could touch her with it, disgusted. 

She'd known it was the wrong thing to do, of course. She didn't have to see his face scrunch up, hear him begin to wail. It was still satisfying to have done, anyway, and she couldn't pretend otherwise... At the moment, it was one of the very few ways she could protest being here, being treated this way, to show her autonomy, such as it had been reduced to.

"Bad girl!" the nursery's voice scolded her. It was right above her, though, even if it hadn't been, she would have known it was talking to her, without the need for the hand that raised up out of the floor, delivering a hard, surprise swat to the seat of her diaper. "Apologize right now!"

For once, being in this place worked in her favor, allowing her to blink her eyes innocently, pointing at her pacifier to demonstrate why she couldn't do that, at exactly the same time as, to her shock, she felt it being taken off of her, oversized bulb pulled from her mouth. Her cheeks darkened, a line of drool, probably not unlike what that ring had been covered in, connecting her and the paci for a second before snapping, dribbling down her chin, making her look all the more like this brat in front of her she was supposed to be saying sorry to.

Being able to speak again was nice... In theory. In practice, she wasn't so sure. This place had made up its mind about her long ago, and her actions so far had just confirmed them, so she doubted it would be willing to listen to reason, if its circuitry had contained that possibility in the first place.

And it wasn't as if it was her fault anyway. "I don't wanna play," she informed the boy haughtily. "Not with you, and not with that stupid..."

The hand cut her off by smacking her on the backside again, this time much harder. The first had been embarrassing, especially given the state of her pants; this one actually stung, despite the bulk of her diaper. "Ow!" she yelped, reaching back to rub the site of impact, not even able to feel that, much less derive any comfort from it. "You can't do that!"

"I have been given permission to discipline you," the voice replied, "as well as precise instructions. I don't want to have to, but if you continue to misbehave..."

"I-I won't!" Vickie shook her head. She was not about to risk that, to be defiant enough to give it an excuse to spank her here, in front of these babies, even if it meant stooping to doing as she'd been told. "I'm sorry," she grumbled to the little boy.

He smiled, picking the ring back up, offering it to her again. Reluctantly, she took it, groaning at how wet it was, how sticky. She put it onto the peg, ready to leave it at that, only for him to hand her another ring. With a sigh, she sat down, diaper squelching beneath her, too scared of the nursery to say no at this point, stacking it on top of the other ring.

It was so stupid, so mindless... She could practically feel her IQ dropping as she did it, over and over, piling the rings up in the order he handed them to her, then watching as he turned over the peg when they were finished, dumping them off to start all over again. How long was she going to be stuck doing this? How long had it been already?! It felt like hours, but in reality, she knew it couldn't be anything close to that...

And what was it all for? She might not get a spanking if she behaved herself; she was, ultimately, just going to go back to her room, probably get stuffed with more oatmeal, possibly fill her diaper again at some point, considering she didn't know how else she'd have room for anything else in her tummy...

She didn't see any way to avoid that, unless she got picked up from here first - something she had no control over - until she noticed one of the smaller rooms light up green, heard, in the distance, a voice, almost like the one from her room, yet slightly different, instruct, "Time to go, Bethany," a little girl toddling her way into the room before the wall slid shut behind her. 

That must be how the nursery signaled which of the rooms was theirs, she realized, when their playtime was over. Otherwise, it was impossible to tell them apart, seemingly. It also might be her ticket out of here, her way to keep from having to wait for her babysitters to find her here and set her free, or at least to get away from the torturous routine they'd programmed for her.

Did she feel guilty about it, at the thought of switching places with one of these other babies, making them go through all that instead? A bit, but that was on the nursery... No doubt, when the baby's parent came to pick them up, she'd be able to reason with them, have them get her out of here, since she clearly didn't belong, then they'd be able to get their actual child back. They'd probably be a little mad at her, at first, though surely they'd understand when she explained how she'd been tricked into coming here, how this place had done all of this to her... Normally, she'd never wear a diaper, and certainly not use them... She was far too old for that... Too mature...

So, she waited for the next time she saw a room near her light up and crawled away from the boy and the rings, moving as fast as she could go on all fours, trying to beat the original occupant back, positive she was faster than a literal child. And, in normal circumstances, she likely would have been right.

Today, however, was a different story. In her giant diaper, reduced to her hands and knees, she wasn't able to do it, watching helplessly as a little boy crawled into the room first. "That's not fair," she huffed, making herself feel better by justifying it with a, "He's used to this... And his diaper's not as thick."

If she stayed closer to the outside of the room, maybe that would help... Except, there were individual rooms on every side, everywhere, and no way of knowing which would light up next. As soon as she got near one, another on the opposite end would go, and she'd crawl in that direction, just in case, confident that the moment she didn't, the kid meant for that room would dawdle, or not pay attention, and it would be open for more than long enough for her to take their place.

Finally, after ping-ponging around the playroom several times, starting to tire her out and make her contemplate giving up, it all fell into place perfectly. A room right in front of her began to glow pink, even before she overheard a mechanical voice in the distance begin to speak, ever so slightly different from 'hers'. She scurried forward, crawling, eyes dead set on her goal, ignoring the flash of movement she caught from the corner of them, not bothering to look at the child whose spot she was stealing. She had no time for distractions, or pity.

The moment her knees crossed the threshold, she heard the hiss of the wall shutting behind her, and she nearly collapsed onto the floor in relief. She'd done it! She didn't know how old this kid whose room she was in was, what kind of food they liked, what their napping schedule was; she didn't care about any of that. All she had to know was that it had to be better than her own. She'd probably get a diaper change, too, and put into a clean one that wasn't absurdly thick, that she could walk while wearing...

When the room's voice spoke up, however, it wasn't the variant she'd heard talking a few seconds ago... It was the one that had been speaking to her all along. And, even if it hadn't been, there was no question that her plan had failed, since the first word it said was a patient, "Vickie," before continuing with a bemused, "did you get turned around? This isn't your room."

She should have known better... As advanced as this place was, there was no way it would rely solely on its charges to be able to get to the correct room every time, and not mix themselves up. Of course it could tell them apart.

"I-It's not?" she asked, looking around, pretending to be shocked by that.

"It isn't," the voice confirmed. "If you're all tired out and would like a nap, we can use it, though."

"No!" Vickie shook her head vehemently, her hopes further dashed. Apparently, the rooms themselves didn't even matter... She should have known that, too, as blank and uniform as they all were. The programming for each charge could be transferred to whichever room they went into, it was simply a matter of directing them to the nearest one when it was time for them to leave the playroom. 

There was, indeed, no escape. She was in the system, and the system was designed specifically to keep her there, safe and sound, until she was picked up by her caretakers... It was too bad, then, that her caretakers were a pair of sadistic babysitters who had been determined to use this place to take their revenge on her... Or, rather, to continue their revenge that they'd been taking on her all summer long. No matter what she did, or where she went, they had plans in motion to remind her of what a helpless little baby she was in comparison to them.

"Then let's get you back to play-time!" the voice chirped cheerfully.

"No!" Vickie whined again. She didn't want to be put down for a nap, but she didn't want to go back to the playroom, either. She didn't want to be anywhere in this nursery! She wanted to get out, to go home, even if she knew that, as far as the system was concerned, that wasn't an option.

The wall slid back open, Vickie's eyes scanning the room, searching for something to brace herself on, to keep from being slid out the way she had last time. Instead, to her surprise, a pair of hands came from the ceiling, hooking under her arms, lifting her up and carrying her out to the center of the room, plopping her down...

Right back in front of the boy with his rings. "No!" she slammed her hands against the floor in a futile rage. "Not him! I can't deal with this stupid little...!"

The pacifier was being pushed back into her mouth before she saw it approaching, the strap fastened in place as she was scolded, "That's not a nice thing to say about your friend, Vickie."

"He's not my friend!" she burbled behind her paci, glaring daggers at the dumb baby and his even dumber toys, fuming. She started to move, to try to crawl away, but as soon as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, mechanical hands appeared from the floor beneath her, wrapping around them, holding her in place, trapping her there for the last hand as it rose up and gave her a spank that made her eyes water.

"I'll play, I'll play!" she changed her tune instantly. Already, it was too late, however, as it was followed by another swat, and another, leaving her squealing and squirming, trying in vain to avoid them, to break free and keep her padded posterior from being paddled.

It really did feel like that was what was going on, like the hands were using a full-blown paddle on her mercilessly, like there had to be a whole octopus worth of them all waiting their turn with them, spanking her over and over while she sniffled and cried pitifully. When she got up the courage to crane her neck, to look, though, it was just one, and just a hand, nothing more. 

One hand was all it took to reduce her to a sniveling crybaby, to have her pledging to be a sweet little girl, to play with whoever wanted to spend time with her, to do anything they wanted, as she felt her lumpy diaper warm, grow slightly heavier as she wet it, to top off her humiliation, add that final cherry on top.

Or so she'd thought, until, a few spanks later, she felt something else coming out of her. "No, not now!" she begged her own body, head spinning with mortification as she heard herself let out a soft, unmistakable grunt. Considering what they'd fed her in here, and how much of it, it was hardly a shock, no matter how short a time it had been since her last messing; that was a small comfort in the moment, while the seat of her diaper grew, at the same time as it was being smacked, as she pooped her pants in the middle of her spanking, tears pouring down her face, not sure if they were more from the embarrassment or the pain.

Her sitters had instructed the nursery well, and, by the end of the punishment, there was no resistance left, nothing to motivate her to fight back or run away when it gave the final, soft pat to her now red and throbbing bottom through her giant diaper, almost a parody of what it had been doing right beforehand, as she could barely feel this contact.

Nevertheless, instead of simply letting her loose, the hands around her wrists and ankles sat her up, depositing her flat on her freshly filled diaper, the latter staying put, acting as shackles, preventing her from being able to stand, much less avoid the mind-numbing game she knew she was about to be forced to join in on.

And, right on cue, the little boy held out a ring to her. She sniffled, suckling on her paci, and took it obediently. There was no getting away from here, and even if she could have, she didn't have it in her to try now, not after discovering what would happen if the nursery was upset with her. This might even be on the light end of the scale, discipline-wise... She'd said a word - not even that bad - about another kid, that was all, though she had been warned earlier, too. What would it do if it caught her mid-escape? She shuddered at the thought. It was better to be a good girl, to sit on her stinging butt, in her freshly stinky diaper, and stack the rings, over and over, in whatever combination she was handed them in.

There was a hint of relief when the nursery told her, "Time for another snack, Vickie! Do you want to go back to your room?"

She did hesitate, knowing that she was going to be given more oatmeal. After the display she'd put on here, however, she could deal with that, so long as it was in the privacy of her own room. She nodded, surprised when, rather than being released to crawl to her room, she was picked up again, carried there, like she was too small, or too untrustworthy, to do that by herself.

That was fine... Maybe she should protest, insist she could do it on her own, but she was satisfied, for the moment, to let someone - or something - else take over, do it all for her. She might even concede to another nap after her feeding.

She was set down into her high chair, and she lifted her head to make it simpler for the hands to get to the plug on her pacifier, to attach the hose, not fighting it one bit. Shockingly, the hands removed her pacifier entirely, handing her an oversized bottle filled with a frosty white liquid. 

"Just milk?" she asked, taking the bottle in both hands. With her lactose intolerance, that was bad enough, but she wasn't going to argue with avoiding more of the oatmeal.

"It's a special treat," the voice informed her. She could tell, moving the bottle in her hands, that it, in fact wasn't just milk, that there was something different about it, thicker... It was chilly, too, between her palms. Almost like, as unlikely as it seemed, a milkshake.

Was this because she'd gotten a spanking? Was it making things up to her a little, comforting her? It would still upset her tummy, ultimately, but there was no denying it was a much more pleasant way to do so than drinking plain milk. Smiling, she lifted the bottle to her lips, giving it a strong suck...

And almost gagged and spit it out immediately. Instead of the sweet taste of vanilla, it was bitter, and disgusting, with a weirdly greasy aftertaste. "Eww!" she wrinkled her nose. "I think it's gone bad or something!"

"No, no, I don't think so," Sawyer smirked, stepping through a door as it opened up in the wall, Taylor trailing behind her. "I bet it's exactly what I told it to make... A nice milk of magnesia shake, with a hint of castor oil for good measure. Go on, sweetie, drink up... And then you can tell me all about what you were thinking, trying to run away from us. I'm sure you have a very, very good explanation, don't you?"

Vickie gulped, staring up at her sitters, a part of her glad to see them, to know she was going to get out of this nursery, while the rest of her felt the weight of the bottle between her hands, and thought about how much of it she had left to force down, and wished that maybe they'd just left her alone here after all...