Victoria's Secret - Chapter 39 (Patreon)

Vickie squirmed, doing her very best not to tip her hand as her heart began to race. Were they calling her bluff? Did they know that she was lying? She'd really thought she'd pulled it off, that she'd come up with a good story, especially considering how panicked she'd been, and it had seemed as if it had worked out... Until that last thing Sawyer had said.

It might be innocent... She might just truly be curious about sales, although the more she thought about that, the less likely it became. They were using her credit card, after all, so why would she care if things were on sale or not? It sounded more like a test, and one that Vickie had no chance of passing if she attempted it.

So, what did that mean? Did she confess, throw herself on the mercy of her sitters? If her time with them had shown her anything, it was that they didn't have much of that, not when it came to her. If she doubled down... Well, it could get her in more trouble if she was caught, and going into another store meant potentially involving other people, who probably would have noticed her there if she'd been as diligent about trying to find Sawyer and Taylor as she claimed.

Or maybe there had been a shift change recently, or the people who had been working earlier were on break, or had been then... Or they were lazy enough that they wouldn't have been paying attention to her unless she came up to them. It was risky, but it was better than the alternative, she decided.

"I didn't pay any attention to that," Vickie shook her head innocently. "All I did was search for you guys..."

"Hmm," Sawyer pursed her lips, looking down at Vickie in a way that didn't reveal what she was thinking at all, whether she was buying the girl's story. "Well, whatever. If we have to spend a little extra time in there, it's no big deal, right?"

Vickie shifted in her seat, in her heavily used diaper. Were they going to make her go like this?! Surely not... Right?! She couldn't even walk in this giant diaper! And her stomach was already beginning to churn from the bottle she'd drank, which didn't bode well for anywhere she spent a lot of time... "N-No," she answered, as calmly as she could. "I-I can sit and wait on you guys as long as you want..."

"It's only fair," Taylor interjected, patting one of her shopping bags. "You got plenty of new undies, so now it's our turn!"

"Speaking of..." Sawyer poked at the bulging crotch of Vickie's diaper with her toe, "Cute as this diaper is, we'd better change her first, huh?"

On cue, a changing table began to rise out of the floor from beneath Vickie, a mechanical hand popping out from the ceiling above to helpfully unlock the plastic pants. Taylor pulled a fresh diaper out of the bag and tossed it to Sawyer, who set it down on the table and pushing Vickie onto her back before sliding her plastic pants down and starting to change her.

As giant as the overnight diapers they'd picked out for her were, they felt downright tiny compared to the ones the nursery had put her in. After spending time in those, she'd almost believe these were training pants! It was a huge relief to get out of her old, dirty diaper, and into this far thinner one, even if she was still locked into it with her plastic pants.

It was less of a relief to feel something being pulled onto her feet, and then up her legs, to look down and see a pair of thick, white, cotton tights. She wanted to protest, but bit her tongue about it. They definitely weren't going to do much, if anything to hide her diaper - indeed, once they were stretched over it, it was quite obvious what the bulge beneath it was - however, she couldn't afford to make them mad... And the tights would be better than nothing, despite the childish ruffles across the seat.

The tights were followed up by a pair of brand new, shiny, pink leather Mary Janes. Vickie's stomach lurched at the sight of them, although she told herself it was more from the concoction swirling around inside it. Even so, it was was to ignore the memories she had of shoes just like this, that she'd forced Sawyer to wear multiple times, especially after that nightmare she'd had during the sleepover, where she'd taken the girl's place.

Was it a coincidence? Or had Sawyer picked them out specifically for her, because of their experiences in the past, when their roles had been reversed and Vickie was babysitting her? She gulped, sitting on the edge of the changing table, feet swinging back and forth anxiously while the sitters dug through the bags, giggling and debating, having a bad feeling it was the latter, that Sawyer was getting her revenge for those instances specifically.

It hardly seemed fair! Hadn't Sawyer put her through enough already?! It definitely felt like it to Vickie... Then again, when it came to this in particular, she thought that partially because of the dream, and, as real as it had been in the moment, she knew Sawyer had nothing to do with that, hadn't known it was happening... Even so, Sawyer had picked out plenty of humiliating outfits for her, taken her out in diapers many times...

"Here!" Sawyer, of course, won out, producing a light purple party dress with a tiny, sleeveless top covered in embroidered flowers that continued down the translucent, tulle skirt in lines. The skirt itself was not only short, it was designed to stick out, to guarantee that it would be next to impossible for Vickie to keep anyone from seeing the ruffles on her tights in it, or what she had on underneath.

"I-I thought you were getting that stuff for a special occasion," Vickie pointed out, repeating what they'd told the worker at the baby store.

"What's more special than being reunited with you?" Sawyer smirked, holding the dress over Vickie's head. "Arms up!"

Vickie swallowed a sigh, ready to blame herself for this, to pout about how they wouldn't have made her parade through the mall in this ridiculous outfit if she hadn't run away... That almost certainly wasn't true, though, was it? They would have made her try it on in the store, and then decided she should wear it out, or they would have found another excuse to use... There was no way, after buying this stuff, they weren't going to make her put it on. It was just handy for them that she'd given them a reason to think it was her own fault.

As soon as Sawyer tugged it down over her head, she lifted her off the changing table, setting her down, spinning her around to view her from all angles, adjusting the dress as she saw fit, while Taylor looked on in admiration. "Aww!" Taylor clapped her hands in appreciation. "She's like a little doll!"

"That's right," Sawyer grinned, giving Vickie's padded seat a pat. "Our little doll..." She pushed a pacifier into Vickie's mouth. "And we aren't going to lose her again... Once we saw you weren't there, we decided to pick up something else to ensure that."

Vickie had assumed they were done, that any more surprises from the shopping bags would come when they unpacked them back at home, or when they brought them out of the closet in a day or two... Instead, Taylor held up one more item from them, a set of pink straps that Vickie couldn't quite deduce the use of, until Sawyer wound them around Vickie's chest, buckling them together with an ominous snap, unfurling a leash from the back.

Baby reins. They'd gotten her baby reins, which, she had to admit, would absolutely do the trick for keeping her from running away. As long as one of them kept a hold of the leash, she wasn't getting anywhere...

To emphasize that, Sawyer squatted down, giving the buckle a tap. "Our friend at the baby store said this was the best they had," she told Vickie, staring her right in the eyes. "Not even the most talented little escape artists can get out of these... And they're made by the same company that made your plastic pants, so they use the same key! Isn't that handy! So, when we bring you back here, we don't have to worry about taking it off... The daycare can do that for us."

Vickie was glad to have her paci back, to start to suck on it in the place of needing to think of an appropriate response. The pointed way Sawyer was speaking made it hard to believe the girl didn't know the truth; more importantly, Vickie didn't like the way she'd said 'when' they brought her back, as opposed to 'if'. Was it a threat, or a promise?

Sawyer seemed satisfied with her intimidation, standing back up and giving the leash a tug, turning to look at Taylor. "Now, let's get her out of here."

Vickie's illusions about how thin and mature her new diapers were instantly shattered as she followed meekly after Sawyer, feeling how much of a waddle she still had. It was true they weren't as bulky as the ones this place had made for her, but clearly that didn't mean much.

She was grateful to be getting away from the daycare, even if it was in the hands of her sadistic babysitters. She'd known, deep down, it would end that way, that there was no other way out, and it was better for it to happen now, rather than for them to leave her there even longer. She could almost forget that they'd programmed the system to treat her the way it had, that they'd been watching her torments from afar, as she toddled next to them, out into the rest of the mall. It almost felt like they were rescuing her, if she ignored their part in putting her in 'danger.'

Her relief was somewhat short-lived once they were back out into the bustling halls of the mall, among other people their age, dressed more normally, staring at her and giggling. At least in the daycare, her clothes fit in, and that was enough for the other occupants to accept her as one of their own... It was a whole different world out here, one where dressing like a toddler at her age, and being obviously diapered, was far less accepted, and worthy of mockery. She couldn't even blame them, not really; she'd have done the same, if she wasn't the victim.

It didn't help that Sawyer stopped right in the middle of one of the mall's intersections, looking in every direction while the traffic flowed around them. "Which way was Victoria's Secret again?" she pondered out loud. "You were just there... Why don't you show us, Vickie?"

The reins did give her a bit of privacy, as opposed to holding their hands, being so close to them she couldn't hide the worried expression behind her pacifier's shield. Even so, they probably noticed her echoing what Sawyer had done, peering down every corridor. Did she remember this mall well enough to navigate to Victoria's Secret convincingly? She had a hunch about what the correct path was, but if she was wrong...

She got up on her tip-toes, trying to deduce if she was right, if the portion of a sign she could see from where she was now said 'Victoria's Secret' on it the way she thought it did. It couldn't be that easy, could it? Surely, if it was, Sawyer would have spotted it right away, from her higher vantage point... Perhaps that was intentional, however, the reason Sawyer was confident in giving her this test.

"This way!" Vickie decided, mumbling around her pacifier and pointing, toddling on ahead and trusting the sitters to follow. It wasn't like she could get that far in front of them anyway, without running into the limits of the leash, not to mention how many of her steps it took to make one of theirs, considering the difference in their height.

She didn't get far before realizing she'd been wrong about the sign she'd seen, though she made herself keep going regardless. That might not have been it, but it didn't mean Victoria's Secret wasn't further down this way... She crinkled on, the anxiety in her stomach growing more and more as they passed each storefront, and none of them were right, until, finally, she saw one of the entrances to the mall, and knew she'd made a mistake.

"I-I guess I remembered wrong," she turned back towards the sitters sheepishly. "I thought it was this way... I-I was in kind of a daze because I'd just woken up from my nap, you know?"

"Hmm," Taylor raised an eyebrow. "If you say so..."

Sawyer stayed silent, but she did loop the leash around her hand, pulling Vickie in closer to her as they went back the way they'd come, Vickie trailing after the two younger girls, relieved they weren't making her lead anymore. When they got back to the intersection, Sawyer didn't hesitate, turning and continuing on without breaking her stride. Had she seen the sign, coming up from this different direction? Or had it been a test after all, one she'd known the answer to from the start, and that Vickie had failed?

"Here we are," Sawyer announced. Vickie paused outside, staring in the windows, looking at the mannequins, posed as if they were in the middle of a slumber party, in nighties and bra and panty sets and other lingerie, and then into the store itself, with its tables and tables of sexy, skimpy underwear... She felt more self-conscious than ever about being there like this, dressed as a toddler, clearly not fit for any of the products here...

Not that it mattered. One yank on the leash and she was stumbling inside after Sawyer, cheeks bright red at how loud the rustling of her diapers and plastic pants seemed. There were a pair of girls standing at the counter, chatting, and immediately, she saw their heads turn, something, silly as it was, making her certain it was her who had drawn their attention, rather than the chime that rang out signalling someone had passed through the store's entrance.

The two looked at each other with a grin, then, as one, emerged from behind the counter, walking right for the little group, like a pair of sharks. They were both dressed in head to toe black, with makeup and hair that matched - though the shorter one had a streak of bright green in her hair - and made them look less like typical Victoria's Secret workers and more like a pair of goths who had lucked into a job that happened to require them to wear their favorite color.

One of them was quite tall, perhaps a full six feet by Vickie's estimation, her low-cut shirt showing off her ample cleavage, tight pants hugging her wide hips. The other was a good bit shorter, only a few inches taller than Vickie herself, although, in a way, that almost made it sting more, seeing that she was even curvier than the bigger girl, her breasts even more voluptuous, her hips even fuller.

Vickie would have believed it if either one had told her they were a model for Victoria's Secret, instead of clerks at one of the stores. She squirmed, sucking a bit harder on her paci as they advanced on her, suddenly aware of a dampness in her diaper. Was it fresh, something she was doing right now, or had it happened earlier, while she was wandering the mall? She couldn't even say that for sure, which made her feel all the more inferior to the pair.

"Look at this little sweetie!" the taller one exclaimed, kneeling down to pinch Vickie's cheeks. "Hello, there!"

Vickie blushed, growing flustered at the attention, even before it moved downwards, to her soggy diaper, the pair giving that one look, then turning to smirk at each other in unison. There was no doubt, judging by their tone, by the way they looked at her, that they not only didn't see her as an equal, there was no way, in a million years, they could.

"Do you need us to babysit while you two look around?" the shorter girl asked. "We'd be more than happy to!"

"Yeah!" the other one grinned, bouncing in place, her buxom chest jiggling right in front of Vickie's face. Vickie's glanced away, only to see, instead, her own chest, looking flatter than ever beneath her baby reins and childish party dress. "Let us play with her! My name is Tasha, cutie, and this is Emery!"

Vickie's eyes darted to Sawyer and Taylor, praying they wouldn't agree, that they'd tell the clerks that they could handle her, that they didn't need any help, that they'd chase them off back to their counter so Vickie wouldn't have to look at them, to think about how tiny and scrawny she was in comparison, how much it looked like she belonged in this absurd outfit and stupid diapers next to them... But, of course, showing the sitters even a flash of discomfort meant that they'd take advantage of it rather than defend her against it.

So it was surprising when Sawyer didn't say yes immediately. "It's strange," she mused. "The way you're acting, I would have guessed you'd never met little Vickie here before."

"Vickie?" Tasha giggled. "Your name is Vickie?" Vickie nodded bashfully. "Short for Victoria?" Vickie nodded again, her blush growing deeper, warmer. "That's so funny! This should be your store!"

"She fits that part," Emery responded, reaching down and, without warning, earning a squeak from Vickie, giving her diapers a squeeze. "I don't think she's very good at the secret part, though, are you?"

Vickie gulped, feeling a tingling beneath her diaper at the contact, at the idea of having this girl's fingers so close to her, separated only by her tights, her plastic pants, and her padding.

"No, no, that's not a secret at all!" Sawyer smirked. "Everybody knows what a baby Vickie is! And everybody loves how cute she is... Which is why I find it strange to see you reacting this way. Didn't you see her when she was here earlier?"

The knot in Vickie's tummy tightened, just like the trap Sawyer was setting for her. How was she going to get out of this?! Quickly, she pulled the pacifier out of her mouth so she could speak more clearly, looking around at the four girls surrounding her, feeling like a naughty little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and was trying in vain to talk her way out of it.

"I-I think somebody else was working then!" she blurted out. "O-Or maybe you were on break! I-I know I didn't see you two!"

"And we definitely didn't see you," Tasha purred. "But there hasn't been anyone else here since this morning... We gave each other our breaks."

This time, Vickie felt herself use her diaper, letting out another frightened trickle... And, with her hand still grasping at it, so did Emery, who gave her a knowing grin, and wasn't shy at all about announcing, "I think we have a fibber on our hands," to the others, showing that she knew what it meant, why it was happening.

"Tsk, tsk," Sawyer shook her head. "I had a feeling... I hate to put this on you two, but if you do want to look after her, I'm afraid she's going to have to be punished for that."

Somehow, Vickie wasn't surprised when it was Emery, who reached out and took the leash, who said, "Oh, we won't have any problem with that..." And, despite how much shorter she was than her friend, the fact that it was her, and not Tasha, who did so made her far more nervous about what was about to happen.