Victoria's Secret - Chapter 38 (Patreon)

Vickie groaned, wriggling in her seat, her full diaper squelching against the the high chair as she stared up at Taylor and Sawyer. She could almost forget where she was, what she'd gone through here, simply bask in the mortification, and panic, of the base situation. She did feel very much like a toddler now, facing a pair of grown-ups in charge of her, after she'd done something extra naughty, knowing, deep down, there was no escaping the punishment sure to come.

In this case, the punishment - or part of it, at least, although she certainly hoped the sitters would be satisfied with it - was already there, already in her hands, and partially in her tummy. Her eyes darted down to the bottle, stomach churning at what she'd just been told. It could have been a lie, of course... But why bother? What good would it do for Sawyer to fib now, to force her to drink more plain milk, especially as spoiled as it would have to be to taste like this? All that would do was make her sick, and then they'd have to deal with that.

"H-How did you find me?" she asked quietly, hardly able to believe how, not that long ago, she'd been hoping for this, praying they'd come get her before things got any worse... She should have known their appearance would do that all on its own.

"Oh, please," Taylor rolled her eyes. "Do you really think we'd take the time to set all this up, and not have the daycare notify us when you were dropped off?"

"O-Oh," Vickie blushed. She hadn't considered that... She'd assumed they'd be contacted when they didn't pick her up, but it did make sense there would be a confirmation when she arrived, too. Then something else occurred to her, and she saw up a bit straighter. "S-So you knew I was here all this time?!"

"Yes, we did," Sawyer replied, arms folded over her chest.

"Then what took you so long to come get me?!" Vickie whined, kicking her feet in frustration.

Sawyer smirked, stepping forward, reaching under the tray to give Vickie's bulging diaper a pat. "We had a nice video feed we could check in on, so we knew the daycare was keeping you safe and snug."

Vickie gulped, head spinning, thinking back to everything she'd gone through here, all of it taking on a whole new level of humiliation with the knowledge that she'd had an audience. "Y-You saw...?"

"We saw it all," Taylor confirmed. "Don't worry, we recorded it, too, if you want to see... Or we want to show it to anyone else. Well, really so we could play it back for ourselves, but those other things are nice bonuses."

"This place has some very good cameras hidden in here," Sawyer glanced around the room. "I don't know where they are, but the stream was excellent quality... There's no mistaking that it's you, or what you did to your poor diapers. You can really zoom in, see the lump growing... You can practically see the stink lines!"

Vickie whimpered, squirming at the teasing, while the sitters giggled. "Your friends did tell us they put you here, too," Taylor added. "Which was nice... We couldn't figure out if you'd just gotten lost and wandered in, or if it was your way of turning yourself in, or if you genuinely wanted to spend some time in here."

"Of course I didn't!" Vickie blurted out, cheeks burning at the suggestion she'd have chosen to put herself through all this.

"We let them watch, too," Sawyer continued Taylor's story, moving on as if she hadn't heard Vickie's outburst. "They found it quite amusing."

Vickie's face heated up even more, thinking of her college classmates, Jordan and Liz, seeing the video, laughing at her, at what they'd helped make happen to her. 

"We bought them smoothies," Taylor chirped. "Or, you know, you did." She winked, as if it was any surprise at this point that they were using her credit card, though the cheekiness of it did rub a bit more salt into the wound. "It's what gave Sawyer the idea for your little treat there! We were so grateful to them for looking out for you while you were running around all by yourself."

"But if you knew where I was, why didn't you come get me?!" Vickie demanded, throwing the bottle away from her, letting it clatter to the floor, which wasn't particularly satisfying, since a hand popped out to grab it mid-bounce. "You were sitting around, drinking smoothies, and you're trying to act like you're upset that...!"

"We did that after we knew where you were," Sawyer cut her off. "We had no idea where you were at first. Once you were safe and sound here, there was no rush... We could finish up the rest of what we wanted to do at the mall."

"Well," Taylor snickered, "except for one thing."

"That's true," Sawyer nodded. "There was one thing we didn't want you to miss... So go ahead and drink up so we can get it done and get you back home." She took the bottle from the metal arm that extended upwards to hand it to her, slamming it back down on the tray.

"No!" Vickie glared at her defiantly, swatting the bottle back off. This time, the nursery was more prepared, another hand catching it before it could hit the floor, as the high chair began to sink into the floor, the seat tilting upwards, spilling her out of it onto all fours. As her hands hit the floor, new metals hands sprung out, closing around her wrists, while she felt others encircle her ankles, and the floor beneath her stomach grew upwards, keeping her on her hands and knees, diaper sticking out, in prime position for...

"No!" Vickie wailed again, eyes widening, recognizing what was happening. The nipple of the bottle was shoved into her open mouth, right as the second spanking of her stay here began, starting, seemingly, at the same strength it had ended with, across her backside that was still throbbing from the first time. "I'll drink it, I'll drink it!"

She wasn't so sure about that declaration after she swallowed more of the milkshake, mid-plead, was reminded of how gross it really was, and felt the hand smack across the rear of her very messy diaper as a reminder of what the drink would do to her. She got a few more swats, just enough to make the tears flow freely as she thought she was in for another full spanking, before the process reversed itself, dumping her back on her padded bottom as the high chair rose back from beneath her. Meekly, she reached up to take the bottle again, holding it in both hands, sniffling as she watched the mechanical hands retreat, know now she had to force herself to guzzle this down... 

At least it could be at her own pace, she reassured herself, until she saw Sawyer and Taylor standing there impatiently, and realized even that wasn't actually true. The only real benefit was that she was no longer being spanked, too... But, to be fair, it was a pretty good one.

"Look at that," Sawyer mused, stroking Vickie's hair. "So much more obedient now... I guess we should be spanking her more often."

"N-No," Vickie shook her head, feet swinging beneath her nervously, not daring to move the bottle from her lips, or stop sucking on it, as she spoke, merely hoping they could understand her around it.

"You know what they say," Taylor chuckled. "A spanking a day keeps the naughties away."

"Is that what you need?" Sawyer bent forward, staring Vickie in the eyes. "A maintenance spanking, to remind you of who's in charge? Would that keep you from pulling this little stunt again?"

"We could even bring her back here for it," Taylor suggested. "It might get kind of expensive, with the gas, and the daycare fees, but... What do we care? We're still getting paid the same amount!" And Vickie, the implication was, would keep paying for those other things, like she'd done for everything else, her debt racking up higher and higher, giving her no choice besides continuing to test these drugs, no matter what they were doing to her...

She had to lower the bottle, to stop drinking for a moment to beg, "N-No, you..."

"Looks like somebody needs another reminder," Sawyer sneered.

Vickie squealed, feeling the high chair sinking into the floor once more, eyes being tilted downwards to let her see the hump forming in the floor, ready for her to be stretched over it. Instantly, she shoved the nipple back into her mouth, and, in response, the high chair raised back up, the contents of her stomach lurching as they were tossed back and forth, like she was on a roller coaster... But a roller coaster that ended with her getting her bottom blistered if she dared to not follow the instructions and keep her hands and legs inside the ride at all times.

"That's better, isn't it?" Sawyer patted her on the head. "Just sit there like a good little girl and drink your baba."

"Yes, ma'am," Vickie mumbled, defeated, nose wrinkled in concentration and disgust as she continued to suck away.

In the middle of all that, Vickie had almost forgotten about what was going to come next until Taylor so graciously helped jog her memory. "I hope you're putting some thought into how you're going to explain running away," she said. "We're still very disappointed in your behavior, young lady."

"Well, not too disappointed," Sawyer smirked. "She did put on quite a show for us." The sitters giggled with each other for a second before composing themselves. "That doesn't give you an excuse, however. You know better than to leave our side in the middle of a crowded mall!"

Vickie bobbed her head obediently, struggling to work out a way to talk herself out of this, to prevent any further punishments they might have in mind, as if there was anything that could be worse than everything else she'd been through. It didn't seem possible, and yet she didn't dare believe, at this point, that her sitters were out of ideas.

Suddenly, she nearly wished that there was more in the bottle, that the milkshake, every mouthful of which she'd had to force herself to choke down, was bigger, because her brain was still blank as she approached the end, her stomach feeling very heavy, a sure indication that, before long, she'd be using her diapers again, as impossible as that sounded considering the workout they'd already endured.

One of the daycare's hands took the bottle from hers as soon as she reluctantly slurped down the last of its contents, the high chair lowering more slowly, dropping her back down onto the floor. Her diaper was still too thick for her to stand up, of course, and she was too timid to make an attempt at proving otherwise, of letting Sawyer and Taylor watch her try to get to her feet - in person, since apparently they'd seen her do so earlier on video - so she sat down on her squishy bottom, a part of her almost missing the high chair. 

In that, at least, she could pretend she was closer to the size of her sitters... She had to crane her neck so much more to look at their faces, emphasizing how tiny she was in comparison, how much of a baby she was... As if her diapers, and the sorry state of them, didn't do that already, particularly given the glimpse she was getting up their skirts, the confirmation they were definitely not wearing any padding themselves.

"All right," Vickie," Sawyer said, crossing her arms. "Let's hear it."

What could she do? She felt so stupid, not having an answer when, supposedly, she'd had so much time to think about it, though, in reality, it had been extremely difficult to focus on anything other than the horrid taste in her mouth in the midst of drinking. If she told them the truth, they'd probably punish her... If they caught her in a lie, they probably would, too, however.

Which punishment would be worse? She hated that that was where she was now, that she'd accepted it was coming, one way or the other, that she wasn't getting out of it, and just had to decide what she'd rather get it for. She hated that she'd done this at all, that she'd ever let herself believe she was clever enough to outsmart them, to find her way back home to potentially prove to her parents that they were unsuitable babysitters... After the rest of this summer, how had she thought that now, suddenly, she was capable of that?!

Surely that would be the one Sawyer and Taylor would like least, the idea that she was considering it, whether she'd been able to pull it off or not. If they knew she was thinking of ways to turn the tables on them, successful or not, they really might start bringing her here more often, demonstrating, beyond a shadow of a doubt, who was in control, as they let the daycare spank her to tears until she was a blubbering mess, willing to do anything they, or any 'grown-up', asked her to do... 

What lie could she tell that would keep them happy, though, that would hopefully prevent them from pushing at it too hard, poking holes through it? She wasn't certain there was one... And then she had a flash of inspiration. There was one thing she knew that the girls might like enough that they wouldn't question it too much.

"I was just so tired after everything," she sniffed. "E-Especially after..." She blushed, glancing up at Sawyer coyly, "my change..." She was sure Sawyer remembered what she'd done there, how she'd mercilessly edged her before letting the worker tape up her diaper. "I wanted to lie down for a minute, but you guys were already halfway across the store, so I couldn't tell you. There was a crib there that had a side open, so I crawled up into it and curled up and..."

"Seriously?" Sawyer asked skeptically. 

Vickie's blush deepened, knowing she had to make this more embarrassing for herself, so she could pretend her being flustered was because of having to recount the story, rather than her struggling to lie convincingly. "W-Well, there was a big teddy bear in there, and after... my change... I-I..." Even knowing it wasn't true, it was a hard thing to admit to, not least of all thanks to the cameras that were hidden in the walls, that were probably still recording, giving Sawyer and Taylor a copy of this 'confession' they could keep, and use for... Anything they wanted, really.

"You what?" Sawyer leaned forward, not quite sounding sold, although Vickie could see a hint of a smile creeping across her face. "Come on, tell us, Vickie."

"I-I couldn't help myself," Vickie her bottom lip bashfully. "I-I climbed in there, and straddled its big, furry leg, and..."

Out of nowhere, she was struck by a memory of the dream she'd had at the sleepover, of the giant teddy bear in it, the one Lisa used to own, Miss Twinkletoes... And everything Miss Twinkletoes had done to her in her dream, how she'd force-fed her, and forced her to mess her diaper, and made her dance, controlling her like a puppet, like Vickie was the one who was a helpless toy. In her mind now, that was the only bear she could think of as being in the crib, as enticing her the way she was suggesting, despite everything the stuffed animal had done...

Even disregarding the dream, reminding herself that wasn't real, didn't help much with the mental image, considering that Melissa was Lisa's usual babysitter. She'd always been so desperate to impress the older girl, to prove that she was her equal, whether it was when Melissa was tutoring her, or back when she'd babysat her... If Melissa were to walk in, see Vickie treating Miss Twinkletoes that way... Well, she could have kissed any hope of earning the girl's respect goodbye after that.

"And what, Vickie?" Sawyer demanded.

Vickie's cheeks were bright red, but that was a good thing, she thought. If she leaned into it, accepted these humiliating routes her mind was going down, it would help make her sound as mortified as she ought to be at claiming she'd done this in public, in the middle of a store where anyone could have seen her.

"A-And humped her," she said quietly.

"Her?" Taylor snickered. "I thought you were into guys, Vickie. After what you did on the beach..."

"Sh-She looked like a girl bear!" Vickie blurted out. She nearly said that it had been wearing a tutu, as it had been in her mind while she formulated the lie, since Miss Twinkletoes always wore one, however that would be too easy to disprove... She knew there had been crib displays at the store, and surely at least one of them had a bear in it... She doubted any had been in a tutu specifically, though. "I-I don't know! I-I just couldn't help myself! N-Nothing happened, of course, except I tired myself out even more, and I fell asleep. I must have done some tossing and turning, because when I woke up, I was behind the bear, so that's probably why you didn't see me... I-I didn't know how long I'd been asleep, but I didn't see you two anywhere."

"Did you look for the worker who helped you out earlier?" Sawyer asked. "She could have called us..."

Vickie didn't like that, apparently, they'd gotten her number, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. "N-No, I didn't think about that," she said. "I-I remembered that you said you were going to Victoria's Secret, so I went there."

Sawyer raised her eyebrow. "You did, huh?"

Vickie squirmed. Was that a mistake? Had she slipped up somehow? "W-Well, that's where you said you were going," she shrugged. It had been the one location she'd heard them mention specifically, so it seemed like a safe bet that it had been their next destination after they left the baby store. "I must have missed you, though, because I didn't see you anywhere, and then I was trying to figure out where else you might have gone when I ran into Jordan and Liz. I-I didn't mean anything by it, I swear, I-I'm just a dumb, sleepy baby...."

Sawyer gave her a probing stare for a few moments, long enough to make Vickie shift in her seat, wonder if she should add something else, or give up altogether, before patting her on the head. "You are, at that, aren't you?" she chuckled. "I guess we should have looked a little harder at the baby store before assuming you ran away."

"We were so distracted by all the cute outfits, we didn't notice you were gone for a while," Taylor added. 

"S-Sorry," Vickie blushed. "I-I didn't mean to worry you..." Not that it sounded like they had been too concerned, not until after they were done giggling at babyish clothes they could buy for her. 

"I'm just glad you're all right," Sawyer told her. "I guess we'd better take you back to Victoria's Secret now."

"Wh-What?" Vickie blinked. "What for? D-Didn't you get everything you needed there already?"

"No," Sawyer smirked. "We took care of everything else, once we knew you were in here, but we decided we wouldn't want you to miss out on that. And now you've already been there, so you can give us the low-down on all the sales they have going on right now, so we can decide on our plan of attack on the way over there... Right?"