Victoria's Secret - Chapter 43 (Patreon)

Vickie let out a small sigh as the door to her room at the mechanical nursery opened up, unsure if it was one of relief or fear. She preferred not to stay there any longer than she had to, which lately had been quite a bit. Sawyer and Taylor enjoyed dropping her off there, strutting through the mall in their bikinis and skirts like they were Jordan and Liz, watching her be pulled in before heading off to the pool or whatever, letting the robot hands do their job for them.

After everything the girls had done to her over the course of the summer, Vickie supposed she couldn't complain too much. In a way, it was nice to be away from them and their whims, their plans; in another, being left with, and treated like one of, a bunch of toddlers was almost more humiliating, in its own way. 

Especially the last few days. At first, she was convinced they were up to something. They always loved to tease her, of course, and lately they'd started mocking her by saying they were going to have to buy her a bigger size of diaper because her butt was getting too big. Through the diaper, it was hard to tell if that was true or not, though her padding was starting to feel a bit tight, whether that was because it actually was, or because their words were making her think it was. She assumed it must be the latter, however, as, by looking at her tummy, she would have thought she was losing weight, her tummy getting flatter - along with her chest, seemingly - and her waist appeared to be as well, the tapes stretching further across their landing strips.

And yet, that wasn't what was foremost on her mind when it came to their torments at the moment. That honor belonged to the object in her backside, the tightly-taped diaper around it holding it snugly in place. "We've had to change soooo many poopy Pampers this summer," Sawyer had told her the first day, as she lubed it up in front of the squirming, sniffling Vickie. "We're tired of it."

"I-I can change myself," Vickie had promised. "Y-You don't have to..."

But that hadn't stopped them, and in the plug had gone... And it hadn't come out since. Every diaper change, she was certain they'd take mercy on her, only for them to leave it there, mostly not acknowledging it, occasionally giving it a pat to make her whimper, and let her know they did, indeed, remember it. Not even the mechanical nursery would remove it for her.

"That's not fair!" she'd complained the second day, as her tummy began to feel very full, and the hands had simply started to tape her into a new diaper. "It doesn't matter if those brats don't wanna change me! You can do it! You don't have a nose! You don't care!" All that had accomplished was earning her an extra spanking for the day after her 'tantrum.' 

She suspected she knew what they were up to... And by now, she was ready to give it to them. At first, when it had hit her what they wanted, she'd been determined not to do it, to hold out as long as she could, but by now, all she wanted was to be able to empty herself, and she had no hope of outlasting them when it wasn't affecting them in the slightest.

So, when she saw the door opening, she was prepared... Mostly. She'd spent a good portion of her day in the nursery psyching herself up for it, reminding herself that, as degrading as it was, it wasn't the worst thing that had happened this summer, not by a long shot. And she was doing them a favor, she'd decided she could point out if they needed any extra convincing; if they did it here, the nursery would change her and save them the trouble.

And if they needed any more... Well, she was willing to do whatever they wanted. She had tried to anticipate it, but every time she pondered on what they could ask for, only one thing came to mind, and it was going down on them. Already, she'd found her thoughts drifting more and more often to sexual things, perhaps because Sawyer hadn't let her orgasm since after her first trip to the daycare. The ever-present plug wasn't helping when it came to that, either. At this point, though, if that was what they requested... 

She didn't have experience with eating another girl out, however, she was certainly ready to try, almost eager, in a way. After the thought had popped into her head it was difficult to shake. She couldn't imagine much more humiliating than doing that, desperate to be allowed to poop her pants - she had no illusions they'd let her use the toilet, no matter how well she did - but it seemed like the closest she was going to get to release herself, even if she'd only get to watch that part happen unless she was really, really lucky.

"Please!" she begged, crawling over to the door, having long ago given up on attempting to walk in the daycare's extra-bulky diapers, which, her perverted mind told her, put her in the perfect position to service her sitters. "I can't wait any more! Please, let me mess my pants! I'll do anything! I'll make it worth your while, I...!"

She froze, partway through her groveling, eyes widening as she saw the pair of figures standing on the other side of the door. There were two of them, yes... But they weren't her babysitters at all.

"Hello, Victoria," Emery smirked, bending down to pat her on the head. "Nice to see you again, too."

"M-Miss Emery!" Vickie wriggled, tugging at the hem of her t-shirt, another one from her childhood, with another cartoon character on it she barely even recognized, which fit her perfectly now, other than being a bit short... Not that it would have had any hope of hiding the massive diapers Taylor had programmed the nursery to put her into anyway. "M-Miss Tasha!"

"Hi!" the taller girl waved at her. "We missed you, cutie!"

"You drew in so many people with your little display," Emery said with a grin, running a finger down Vickie's face to her chin, lifting it upwards to force the girl to look her in the eye. "Do you want to come do it again?"

"No!" Vickie whined, then, bashfully, trying again, shook her head, making her voice slightly calmer. "N-No," she repeated, "th-thank you, ma'am."

"But you said you'd do anything," Emery reminded her. "Since you're so desperate to fill up your diaper..."

Vickie blushed bright red. "I-I didn't... I-I wasn't... that wasn't..."

"So, you didn't mean anything?" Tasha giggled. "What did you have in mind, then?"

"Yeah, Victoria," Emery pressed. "What were you thinking?"

Even when she wasn't under pressure, Vickie could come up with only one thing to offer, and now, thanks to her fear of the bigger, prettier girls, the confusion over why they were here instead of her sitters, her mind was more empty than ever. She peered up at them, getting a perfect view up their skirts, which didn't help matters in the slightest.

"What are you looking at, Victoria?" Emery snickered, clearly aware of what the answer was already.

Vickie felt a bit light-headed as she got up onto her knees, even that position a little wobbly with her diaper, reaching beneath Emery's skirt, for her panties. "C-Can I, ma'am?" she heard herself ask.

"If that's what you want," Emery smirked.

Was it? Vickie wouldn't have put it that way, exactly, and yet, with as much as she'd been thinking about it lately, she also couldn't quite say it wasn't accurate. And if it would get her what she wanted... Well, that was what it was all for, wasn't it? "Y-Yes, ma'am," she nodded, sliding Emery's underwear down her shapely legs, feeling a pang of jealousy at the sight of them, at how tiny and skimpy and cute they were, so very different from the huge, thick diapers she had to wear...

She would have thought it would be easier, more intuitive, than it had been with Graham, since she had all the same parts as Emery, but she felt so lost, so clueless, unsure if she was doing it right... Until she was, and she could taste the warm wetness of Emery's excitement.

"There you go," Emery encouraged her, putting a hand onto the back of her head. "Right there... Use your tongue, silly."

"Yes, ma'am," she mumbled, her face warming as well.

"Shh... Don't talk with your mouth full," Emery teased, Vickie complying obediently, moving her lips, her tongue, sucking, licking... She had to admit, she was jealous, hearing Emery's reactions, wanting to know what this was like from the other end. It was only fair, she supposed, that her boyfriends had never given her cunnilingus, when she hadn't been willing to do it for them, but now it seemed so incredible, it left her squirming in her Pampers at just the thought, just from giving it.

"Good girl," Emery moaned, patting her on the head when she was finished, emerging from under her skirt. 

She couldn't help smiling, feeling proud of herself... At least, until she saw Tasha sitting on a chair the daycare had formed for her from the ground below, her legs spread. "Go on," Emery urged, patting her on the bottom. "Go show Auntie Tasha what you learned."

"Yes, ma'am," Vickie nodded, crawling over, starting over. She had hoped that, since Emery was certainly the more dominant of the pair, it might be enough to start with her... But she should have known it wouldn't be as simple as that. She was really going to have to earn this messy diaper... Which wasn't even something she wanted, in all actuality, she just wanted it out of her tummy! After this - and the show she'd put on in Victoria's Secret - these girls were going to think she loved pooping her pants more than anything else in the world! That doing that made her feel like she was making them feel right now...

"Such a good girl," Emery told her again when she was finished, crawling back over to her as Tasha caught her breath.

"Th-Thank you," Vickie said bashfully, wiggling her bottom. "C-Can I..?"

"What's that?" Emery asked, leaning down closer. "What do you want?"

Vickie blushed, annoyed that she was making her say it again when she so obviously knew the answer, but, after everything else, she wasn't about to give up now, at that little roadblock. "C-Can I go poopy now?"

"Sure," Emery shrugged. "Whenever you want, Victoria. That's why you're in diapers, isn't it?"

Vickie frowned. Did she not know? She assumed, if they'd gotten in, that Sawyer and Taylor had let them in, or given them access somehow... They must have informed them about the plug, too... Right? "B-But I have..." she pouted, reaching behind herself, giving the soggy seat of her diaper a pat. "Y-You hafta..."

"I have to what?" Emery asked with a smirk. "Why don't you tell me what I HAVE to do, little girl?"

Vickie felt so tiny, so helpless, just, she knew, the way Emery wanted her to. "C-Could you please," she changed her tactic, even if she thought she'd earned the right to be more demanding by now, "take out my plug so I can?"

"Oh, absolutely not," Emery replied nonchalantly.

"B-But..!" Vickie squealed.

"Yes, that's where it is," Emery giggled, giving Vickie's rear a swat, the girl squeaking as she managed to hit the base of the plug exactly, proving she was quite aware of its presence. "And that's where your babysitters said it was supposed to stay."

"B-But you said..." Vickie whimpered. 

"I never said I would do anything," Emery crossed her arms. "Neither did Tasha."

Vickie blushed, realizing that was true. "B-But I..." 

"You certainly did," Emery agreed. "I have to say, I had my doubts, but you weren't half bad. With a little more practice..."

"B-But that's not fair!" Vickie whined, tears welling in her eyes.

"You were so eager," Emery told her. "How could I say no to that?"

"B-But that's 'cause I thought..." Vickie huffed.

"I guess that's why you should leave thinking to the big girls," Emery said. "You aren't very good at it, are you, Victoria?"

"That's not fair!" Vickie pouted, hands curling up into fists.

"Feel free to throw a tantrum," Emery shrugged. "I'd love to see what a spanking in this place looks like..."

"N-No!" Vickie shook her head. The nursery gave her one first thing whenever she was dropped off, thanks to Taylor's programming, to remind her of her place... She always did her best to ensure she didn't get any others, though she didn't always succeed.

"Well, are you going to keep being fussy?" Emery asked.

Vickie wanted to, felt like she deserved it, after getting nothing in return for what she'd just done for the two of them... But Emery was right, in that they hadn't promised her anything, that she'd simply been so eager that she'd started in without any reason to believe she would get a reward. "N-No, ma'am," she sighed. "I-I'll be good..."

"Wonderful," Emery patted her on the head once more. "From what I understand, you have a big evening ahead of you, and I'd hate for you to get all worn out before its even begun!"

"W-Wait," Vickie blinked. "I do?"

"I don't think we were supposed to say anything about that," Tasha said, finally standing up, adjusting her skirt.

"Please," Emery rolled her eyes. "Like she'll be able to figure out what it means."

Vickie wished she could point out that she was in college, that she wasn't stupid; she truly had no clue what they were talking about, however. "I-Is that why you're picking me up and not Sawyer and Taylor?" 

"I guess she does have a few brain cells," Emery chuckled, bending down to buckle Vickie into her baby reins. "Yes, it is, sweetie. Now, come on, we're going to be late, and we can't have that."

She stepped towards the door, patting her leg like she was calling a dog, while Vickie pouted, glancing down at her sodden diaper. "D-Don't I get a change, at least?" Her sitters would do that for her, anyway, since she was almost always soaked by the time they picked her up, putting her into one of her more normal-sized diapers so she could toddle out of the mall.

"Do you see a diaper bag?" Emery raised an eyebrow. Vickie had to shake her head, reluctantly crawl forward out of her room, and the daycare, and, finally into the mall itself. It seemed so huge, so overwhelming, from down on her hands and knees, diaper completely out in the open, the shorts she'd worn in left behind, forgotten until she was partway down the hall, and far too small to fit over top of her padding regardless.

She kept her eyes on the cool tiles beneath her. Nobody would notice her down there... Right? She blushed as it hit her that she was thinking like a baby, believing that if she didn't look at something, it wasn't there, it didn't exist... As if it wasn't bad enough for her to be behaving like one, crawling around in public, diaper showing, Emery holding her leash, guiding her along...

By the time she saw the door leading outside, it seemed as if they must have taken her the long way around, to some entrance on the far side, but when she dared lift her head, she realized it was the same one as usual, that it had simply felt like they'd been walking - or crawling - for hours. She pouted, staring out at the asphalt, knowing that, unlike the tiles she'd been on in here, it hadn't been in the air conditioning all day, that it was going to be hot, not to mention rough on her bare knees...

"I-I don't have to crawl on that... Do I?" she sniffled up at them.

"I guess if you're not big enough for that, I can carry you," Tasha said, bending down to pick her up, resting her on her hip. "Is that better?"

Vickie blushed, aware that the girl was trying to make her feel bad, but still grateful. "Uh-huh," she nodded, feeling the girl's hand on her bottom as she walked out with her. The sun was starting to go down, to Vickie's surprise. It was later than she'd expected, though, in the daycare, it was impossible to tell what time it really was, how long she'd actually been there. Like her trip through the mall just now, it always felt like far longer... Except, maybe, for today.

Normally, her babysitters would be getting her ready for bed by now, if they hadn't already tucked her in. She squirmed in Tasha's arms, thinking about what Emery had said, about her having a big evening ahead of her... What could that mean? Where were they taking her? And what did Sawyer and Taylor have in mind for her when they arrived?

She wasn't sure she really wanted to know the answer - or, rather, that she was going to like it once she found out what it was - but she knew she didn't have a choice. Her babysitters, both her more permanent ones, and the temporary ones looking after her now, were going to do whatever they wanted with, and to, her, and all she could do was try to be a good girl, and hope they were happy enough with her performance not to punish her afterwards.