Victoria's Secret - Chapter 41 (Patreon)

Vickie did her best to swallow her groan, missing her pacifier more and more, if only for the help it would have given her in doing that, though the comfort sucking on it gave her would have been welcome now, too. It was almost hard to believe, after everything else today, that she was on the verge of messing her diaper yet again, but, after everything she'd been fed at the daycare, she supposed it wasn't that big of a surprise.

She wasn't going to be able to do it without moving at all, of that she was pretty positive... As much practice as she'd been getting lately, she might have almost had a chance, however, despite that, it was still too humiliating, too babyish, for her to not react to. Honestly, it might have been worse if she could, though, if pooping her pants was so commonplace that it could happen without so much as a wince, or a fidget...

Except, of course, for right now, when she was supposed to be a mannequin. It would have come in very useful now... Nearly as useful as being allowed to move would be, mentally at least. How much of a difference it truly made, she didn't know, but at the minimum, she did feel like she was accomplishing something when she was able to squeeze her legs together, and definitely if she could sit, pressing her bottom down as hard into the seat of her fluffy padding as it would go...

She hadn't been positioned either way; she was squatting, legs apart, backside hovering tantalizingly close to the floor, yet not near enough for her to be able to pretend she thought she ought to be sitting. She had to wonder if Emery had, somehow, known, if she'd been able to see it in her face. Her eyes darted over to the lounge chair, blushing slightly at the sight of the incredibly attractive girl on it, her eyes hidden by her sunglasses, keeping Vickie from being able to read her the way she may have read Vickie.

Maybe, she told herself, it was a good thing, Emery being here. It was hard to imagine anyone choosing to gawk at Vickie, no matter what she was wearing, when they had Emery to drool over instead... Even Vickie had a difficult time tearing her eyes away, once she'd taken a peek at her companion in the window. Perhaps nobody would notice her filling her diaper because of that...

Nobody except Emery. Vickie couldn't see her eyes through the sunglasses, but she was confident the girl was watching her like a hawk, waiting for her to mess up, to give her an excuse to punish her further for failing to be a good mannequin. It was too bad, then, that Emery was the last person she wanted to witness this... She was so cool, so hot, everything that Vickie wished she was herself... Having her right there in front of her, lounging, being all that so effortlessly while Vickie was struggling to keep her diaper clean, invited a particularly cruel comparison that Vickie knew she'd never come out on top of.

And she was losing that struggle very quickly, the next cramp coming when she'd barely managed to register that she'd weathered the last, taking her by surprise and shocking a whimper out of her before she could stop it, and then a worried sucking in of her breath as she wondered how Emery was going to react to that. Perhaps, she thought, she'd say nothing... For now.

"Awfully noisy for a mannequin," she spoke up sternly after a moment, as she moved her position, sitting up and turning, staring directly at Vickie, words stopping at the same time as the rest of her body, posing perfectly. 

Vickie's cheeks warmed further, not liking that one bit. There was no question now that Emery was keeping an eye on her, that she'd spot any slip-ups... And, with her head pointed in Vickie's direction, she was inviting the spectators outside to follow suit, to take a glance, if nothing else, at what she was looking at.

What should she do?! She felt like she ought to apologize, but she had just been scolded for not being silent, so that seemed counterproductive. Perhaps she could follow Emery's lead, do it while she was changing position so that it wouldn't be as noticeable... Emery had placed her, here, however, so she suspected she wouldn't be pleased to see her picking her own pose, especially not when the only thing Vickie could think of was sitting down, to give herself the best chance of postponing her impending accident until she was allowed to go back into the relative privacy of the store.

How much longer was it going to be?! It felt like she'd been there for hours, trapped behind the window like an animal on display at the zoo... She probably ought to be grateful nobody was knocking on the glass and taunting her directly, even if her being able to see them snickering at her was not much better.

She winced, another cramp hitting her; there wasn't much time left, she knew. She had to make her choice now, or she'd miss the opportunity. She didn't want to be spanked again, and Emery had already threatened her with one if she didn't behave, yet she also didn't want to mess her diaper here, like this, in public, for anyone passing by the store to see. Which would be worse, in the long run?

Her bottom would heal, she told herself, hardly able to believe what she was thinking, what she had settled on, apparently, deep inside, though it was taking her conscious mind a few more moments to accept it. It was possible, it occurred to her only then, that Emery would spank her in the window, that her humiliation would still be happening somewhere anybody could watch... As long as she got a change first, however, she could live with it.

Would Emery change her first? It seemed fair to Vickie... Which was why she didn't know if she trusted the other girl to do it or not. Would she have done it, if the tables were turned? The very idea of that was absurd right now, staring at Emery while she squatted there in her diaper, sweating and squirming. Try as she might, she couldn't picture Emery in her place, or herself having any kind of power over Emery. She exuded too much power, too much beauty... Even before this summer, Vickie knew she'd never have lived up to her.

If it had been Taylor or Sawyer, on the other hand, especially when she'd been sitting for them? That was a different story. They had grown up to be pretty, too, obviously, but she had her memories from when they were younger, smaller than her, weaker, more vulnerable, so she could put herself back in that mindset. As far as she knew, Emery - and Tasha, for that matter - had always looked like they did now, had always been better than her. 

From that perspective, things got quite a bit trickier. Of course she'd take the chance to spank them on their dirty diapers, to make it that much more mortifying... It was too perfect to pass up. Not only would it squish the mess around, remind them of what they'd done, of how babyish they were for not being able to hold it, even if she'd made certain they were in a position where they couldn't get to the bathroom, it would also be sure to get more of a reaction from the audience outside when they realized. 

Was that the way Emery saw her?! Vickie was definitely shorter than her, far less developed... She wasn't a child, though, no matter how she was dressed! She was an adult, a college student! She didn't deserve to be treated the way she had treated her babysitting charges! Then again... After having gone through a lot of the same things now, she had to admit that they hadn't really deserved to be treated that way, either, that she had gone too far plenty of times...

That didn't mean she ought to be punished more now, however! She'd learned her lesson, and, even if she hadn't, it wasn't like she'd ever done any of that to Emery! She had no right to do this! But... At the same time, Vickie had to acknowledge that she hadn't exactly had the right to treat Sawyer or Taylor the way she had, regardless of whether their parents had told her it was all right or not. Even when they had given her pretty much carte blanche, they likely would have changed their mind if they'd known all the things Vickie had gotten up to.

"What are you doing there?" Emery teased, shifting in her seat once again, turning to face her more directly, one hand raising up to her mouth as she posed with it open in shock, the other hand reaching out, pointing straight at Vickie's diaper...

Which, to Vickie's horror, was slowly filling up. "No!" she whined behind her paci, wrinkling her nose. She'd spent too long debating it, working up the courage, and now it was too late... She was pooping her pants one more time today, right in front of not just Emery, but the entire mall, while the other girl stood by, both making Vickie look more immature by comparison and ensuring that everyone else at least glanced away from her long enough to see what she was gesturing to.

This was, Vickie thought to herself as she groaned and clenched her muscles as hard as she could, her efforts proving utterly pointless, the only way she could steal attention from Emery... By humiliating herself, showing how much she was the exact opposite of her, and, even then, she needed help from Emery to draw peoples' eyes away from her to Vickie and her diaper.

She was doing quite a number on it, too, the soft, warm mush oozing into every crevice, making the diaper crinkle as it expanded to hold it all, making her feel as if it was growing to be the same size and shape as the volleyball she was frozen trying to retrieve, Emery having put her in the right position to empty out her over-full tummy once and for all, at least for the day.

And it was just for the day, Vickie realized while she nursed her pacifier, searching for any shred of comfort she could find, squatting there, hearing the chatter from outside the window growing louder and louder, seeing phones being held up, watching her, recording her... She'd done this once every day, at a minimum for quite a while now, and would surely keep doing so until the end of summer... If not longer, if this treatment didn't cause her to control to slip to the point where she wasn't able to make it to the toilet even after she was back at college.

She wouldn't have considered that as a possibility, if not for how easily she was beginning to have accidents, how short a time she could hold it. Right now might not count, really, given how much, and, what, she'd been fed that day, and the pose she was in, but without that 'help' she knew she still couldn't do dramatically better, and it seemed to be getting worse every day. By the time she went back to school...

She shook her head, not wanting to think about it. It was bad enough Liz and Jordan had seen her this way multiple times, had pictures and videos of her... She could pray they only used them to blackmail her, that they wouldn't show them to anyone else if she did whatever they wanted, then try to play them off as deepfakes or something if they didn't. If she still needed her diapers, however, if she was consistently pooping her pants and had to have protection... Well, it would be a lot harder to pretend if she had to completely change her style to keep her padding hidden, especially when Liz or Jordan could pants her at any moment and prove they weren't lying.

"Vickie!" Emery snapped. "I told you not to move!"

Vickie blushed, having forgotten, for a second, where she was, losing track of her current humiliation as she speculated on potential future ones. It had been her mistake, one she had to acknowledge was pretty stupid of her. She just couldn't bare to stay in the present fully, to soak in what was happening. She felt almost dizzy the longer she thought about it, her knees growing weak in response, as if to spite her, giving her yet another challenge.

She failed at it, too, losing her balance and falling flat on her bottom, the mass in her diaper squelching beneath her as Emery let out an exasperated sigh, staring down at Vickie, feeling tinier than ever, sniffling up at her as she sat in her fully loaded diaper, uncertain whether she had the strength or coordination in that moment to clamber back into position even if she'd wanted to.

"You are absolutely hopeless," Emery reprimanded her, grabbing her by the wrist and hauling her up, sitting back down so she could haul her over her lap, squirming and whimpering, giving her swollen diaper a squeeze. "Stinky, and smelly, and hopeless... And are you wetting yourself, too?!"

Vickie groaned, honestly not even sure herself, but willing to believe that she probably was. "Pl-Please don't spank me!" she wailed, kicking her feet.

"Why not?" Emery demanded, easily holding Vickie in place, keeping her pinned across her legs. Vickie tried to turn back to look at her, pausing as she got an eyeful of her spectators instead, got a reminder that this was all happening in public, to the great amusement of everyone watching.

When the sight left her bashful, speechless, Emery gave her a sharp swat to snap her out of it, Vickie squealing as her diaper, and its contents, were smooshed further. "Come on, Vickie," Emery urged. "Why shouldn't I spank you?"

"I-It hurts!" Vickie pouted.

"Of course it does, silly girl," Emery cooed at her. "That's the lesson sinking in."

That it was... If the spanking she'd gotten at the daycare hadn't done the job, this cemented the message, Emery's hand coming down time and time again as she wailed and writhed in the front window of Victoria's Secret. She hated being with her babysitters, yes, but after today, she was never going to try to run away from them again, or disobey them, or lie to them... Doing any of that only made things worse. 

It seemed like whatever they had done to her while she was in their care had made it obvious to any- and every-one else what a baby Vickie truly was, how much she deserved this treatment. She would have hoped that someone would come to her aid, would help her out, but even Maria, the woman at the store who had been mostly nice to her had been able to tell what she was, had made her breastfeed from her... And that, somehow, had been the highlight of her time here at the mall, with everything else escalating from there.

At least with the daycare, it had been programmed to treat her this way... Emery was a human, could surely tell that Vickie was actually an adult. That, probably, was part of the problem, since she likely wouldn't have done this to a real toddler. The fact that someone as stunning as her, who might as well be one of the models from the photos behind them come to life, had deemed Vickie so far beneath her, so far from being on her level, that she was worthy of this sort of discipline made the spanking sting far worse than what she'd gotten from the mechanical hands, even if the relatively small woman couldn't possibly be as strong as they had been.

Emery did give her a hug when she was finished, pulling her into her ample chest, which just reminded Vickie of how small her own breasts were in comparison as she was given a close-up view of the other girl's. She blushed, thinking back to the incident in the fitting room, a part of her almost wishing she could go back to that, could snuggle up on a lap and start suckling away, though the more she thought about that, the redder her cheeks got, beginning to envision Emery doing that to her, rather than Maria, mortified to realize she was wondering if it might taste different coming from her, to find that her morbid fascination had not been sated fully after all. What was wrong with her?! 

"Now what do you think we should do with you?" Emery asked after Vickie had calmed down a bit.

"C-Corner time?" Vickie offered. It was embarrassing, childish, and, as she knew from experience, dreadfully boring... Since she'd probably be serving it in the window, still, it would also mean giving everyone a perfect view of her bottom, still red from her spanking, swaddled in its messy diaper, although at least this way she wouldn't have to see them gawking at her. 

"That's not a bad idea," Emery admitted. "But you've been so much trouble, making me come out and keep an eye on you, and then punish you for being bad... I think you ought to come give me a hand in the store for a while instead."

Vickie had just been shown how little agency she had over her own fate, so she would have agreed to anything, basically, nodding obediently. She was grateful to not have to be a mannequin anymore, to be led out from the window, even waving goodbye to her audience when Emery told her to do so, though it was a pointless gesture when they stepped inside and found many of the observers walking in as well.

Emery tightened her grip on Vickie's hand as the girl attempted to slide behind her, to hide. "Go on, then, Victoria," she urged. "Be a good girl and greet the customers."

"H-Hi," Vickie stammered shyly. 

She had assumed most of them had wanted to meet Emery, only to be surprised by how many were staring at her, smiling, giggling, commenting things like, "Aww, is your name Victoria, sweetie? How cute!" 

"Thank you all for coming in," Emery continued for Vickie as she fell silent. "I hope you didn't mind me giving our new recruit a bit of... training... out there... It's not the only kind of training she needs." She gave the seat of Vickie's diaper a pat, earning a squeak from the smaller girl, and a laugh from the gathered crowd. "I'm sure she'd be happy to find you all whatever you need, though I do have to warn you, she's brand new, so she might get confused... Please be patient with her. She obviously doesn't have any firsthand experience with most of our products. Feel free to give her a spank or two if she messes up... It's the only way she learns anything."

Vickie glowered, wanting to protest, to say that she had bought plenty from there, as Emery knew, even if it had all been nearly as heavily padded as her backside was now, but, after what Emery had just done to her, she didn't have the guts to argue with her, no matter how much the chuckles Emery got in response to her words got under her skin.

"You'll do fine," Emery encouraged her with another diaper pat. "I'm going to go change. I'll be back to ring up anybody who's ready, since she hasn't learned to use the registers yet... Or count, I suspect."

"B-But..." Vickie's eyes widened, watching Emery strut away, leaving her all alone with the customers. She squirmed, searching the store for Tasha, hoping she would help, only to see her happily chatting with Sawyer and Taylor, observing from a distance, making no move to assist.

She could, theoretically, use this to get revenge, to do a terrible job and make people call corporate to complain... Perhaps, before today, she might have. Now, especially so soon after her latest spanking, the thought barely even occurred to her. 

"Wh-Who's first?" she asked instead, resigning herself to doing Emery's job for her, waddling around the store, fetching bras and panties that everyone there knew were all far too mature for her.

Not that it stopped the girls she was 'helping' from sometimes stopping, snickering to one another, requesting, "I'm not sure about that one... Why don't you try it on for us?" 

The first time, Vickie had almost been flattered. She guessed they were all around her age, probably home from college as well, though she'd assumed they all thought she was much younger. She wasn't certain it was a good thing, having them aware of the truth, even if it did stroke her ego a bit... Until she did as they asked, and they all went back to laughing at her, seeing how big it was on her.

She should have known that was what they wanted all along; every other time, she did, but had to humor them anyway, didn't want them to do what Emery had suggested and spank her, or tattle on her to Emery once she re-emerged. All she could do was be a good little worker and let them continue to mock her.