Victoria's Secret - Chapter 45 (Patreon)

Vickie had been through a lot that summer, but she wasn't sure she could remember a time during it when she'd felt more terrified than now, crawling through the crowd of her former victims, her bulky diaper swaying behind her while Sawyer rugged on the leash to her reins, urging her forward to some sort of game. She knew quite well what Taylor and Sawyer were capable of, and being around other people always just seemed to egg them on, bring out the worst in them.

The booth that she was dragged to didn't exactly inspire confidence, either, the front of it painted with the words, 'Wet Diaper Race', along with a drawn picture of her face, lips painted bright red, mouth open in what seemed - at least to her, with her mind in its current state of frustration and horniness - a very suggestive O.

"So, Vickie," Sawyer stopped, bending over to smirk down at her, "what do you think? Do you want to start here?"

Vickie gulped, staring over at the booth anxiously. She didn't like the look of it at all, but... Was she going to like anything they had planned? Was this a test to see if she would do what they appeared to want her to, or was she supposed to say no? The pressure was immense, and not just in her tummy, thanks to the plug that seemed like it was never going to be released.

"Come on, Vickie," Sawyer urged. "You don't want me to choose for you, trust me."

The implicit threat sparked Vickie to action, and she shook her head. "No," she mumbled behind her paci. "Not here."

An evil grin grew across Sawyer's face, Vickie squirming in response. "Wrong choice," Sawyer cooed.

"Th-Then I'll do it!" Vickie replied. "I-I want to! I-It looks so fun!"

"Don't worry," Sawyer gave the leash another tug. "You'll get to play it... First, we're going to go see if Taylor is ready."

Vickie had wondered where her other sitter was, and she soon found her, on her knees, fiddling with a surprisingly tall high striker machine. It definitely looked like they had to have rented it from somewhere, which Vickie had to assume wasn't cheap... Not that she expected Sawyer and Taylor to care about that, considering they had definitely set all this up with her credit card.

Taylor peeked out from behind the machine, wiping some sweat away from her brow. "Right on time!" she chirped. 

"Perfect," Sawyer nodded. "All right, finish setting up, and I'll explain the rules."

Vickie watched as Taylor began to lay out a changing mat and stacks of diapers in several different thicknesses on the booth set up behind the high striker, like an oversized changing table. Thankfully, none appeared to be quite as massive as the ones the automated daycare made for her, but each of the stacks, in and of themselves, were at least as bulky as one of them, if not far more-so.

Sawyer stepped between Vickie and the machine, addressing her along with the rest of the crowd. "I'm sure you all know how to play this game," Sawyer said. "All you have to do is hit the striker down here," she pointed at the target, "with the hammer and it will measure your strength! The lights on the side of the tower will light up to indicate how strong you are! The goal is to try to get all the way to the top and ring the bell there. But we have a little twist on our version. You see how there are different sections here? Each one corresponds to a thickness of diaper."

She gestured over to the diapers that Taylor was preparing, Taylor pausing to present them like she was Vanna White, barely able to contain her giggling as it dawned on Vickie what was happening, even before Sawyer continued. "Whatever level you can get the lights to, that's how big of a diaper you can put on her."

"E-Everyone is going to change me?" Vickie whimpered quietly, not daring to look back over her shoulder at the crowd, to see who all was there, murmuring in excitement. There were only a few lights at the very bottom before the lowest section... Surely all of them would be able to get above that!

"No," Sawyer smirked. "Not quite. They're all going to put a diaper on you."

It took Vickie a moment to realize what the difference was. In a way, it was better, them simply piling on the layers; in another, Vickie knew that, given how big her current diaper was, if she didn't get a change, she'd be immobilized completely, even if they all got only to the bottom section. Sawyer hadn't said anything about them having to reach a certain amount to get to do it, so Vickie had to assume that everyone would win, and, counting the sections of the tower, and stacks of diapers, that did seem to line up.

"Aww, don't look so sad, Vickie," Sawyer told her, stepping forward to pat her on the head. "You'll get a chance to play, too. You get to do the opposite... Whatever level you can get the lights to, you get to take off the nearest diaper of that size, along with any layers you need to get to it."

Vickie nodded, shocked to hear how relatively fair that was. It would be a war of a attrition, no doubt, given how many players there were, but if she was able to play her cards right, she might be able to walk by the end of this, at least, gain back some semblance of her dignity.

"And, of course," Sawyer looked up from Vickie to the rest of the crowd, "if you can ring the bell, you get a special, secret prize."

"M-Me, too?" Vickie asked, although she had a feeling she wasn't going to like, or want, whatever those secret prizes were.

Sawyer burst into laughter. "Oh, Vickie, you're so funny!" she said. "You're nowhere near big enough to hit that!"

"Yes, I am!" Vickie pouted.

"Then why don't you prove it?" Sawyer crossed her arms. "The hammer is right over there... Go grab it and ring the bell with it. If you can do it on your first try, you win the whole game. In fact... If you can do it right now, we'll call this whole carnival off."

Vickie knew it was an empty promise, that there was no way she'd be offering that if she thought Vickie could, do it. But... Maybe she was just under-estimating Vickie, trying to make her feel like she couldn't do it, shaking her confidence... "Fine," she declared defiantly. "I will!"

She realized the problem almost instantly as she started to make her way over to the hammer, getting a rude reminder that, even in the diaper she had on now, she wasn't able to walk. How was she possibly going to carry the hammer over to the striker, much less swing it?! She blushed bright red, feeling stupid for not figuring that out sooner, not keeping her mouth shut to avoid looking dumb.

As much as she didn't want to give up immediately, she was baffled as to any way to do what she'd been so confident she could only a moment ago, so, as humiliating as it was to do it in front of all these people, she plopped down on her wet diaper and shook her head. "I-I can't," she mumbled, nursing her paci, feeling sorry for herself.

"What was that?" Sawyer teased. "You can't do it? You're not big enough?"

"I could!" Vickie huffed. "If it wasn't for this stupid diaper!"

"Oh, is that so?" Vickie gulped, seeing Sawyer's expression shift to such extreme smugness that she had to assume that, somehow, the girl had known she was going to say that, that she'd been expecting this, planning for it. "We'll see about that... If you don't want to take the first swing, though, we have a special guest who will."

Vickie blinked, glancing around at the crowd. Who, other than the people already assembled here, could be a 'special guest'? She had no doubt it was someone she knew, someone she had some connection to... But who could it be?!

As soon as she saw who it was, all of her questions were answered at once. She whimpered, squirming, pawing at the hem of her t-shirt in a futile attempt to stretch it out to hide her diaper. She had been so certain that they wouldn't be here, that this was all happening without their knowledge... Apparently, it was happening with both that and their consent, given the look on their faces as they passed through the crowd, up to the front, towering over Vickie.

"You know, Vickie," the woman told her, wiping her hands off on the apron she was wearing, staring down at the fidgeting girl at her feet, "if I had one regret about what happened - other than hiring you in the first place - it was that I didn't give you what you deserved, but I felt sorry for you... I thought that maybe I'd scared you enough that you would change your ways... You didn't, though, did you?"

Vickie swallowed, sucking anxiously on her pacifier as she looked up at Isabel's parents. "I-I..." she struggled to speak, to form words, to find a way to get herself out of this.

"Sawyer and Taylor told me all about the kind of stuff you did to them," Isabel herself said, stepping out from behind her parents. She was still small, cute, a large bow in her hair making her appear younger than she was, though, of course, Vickie had her beat in that department, thanks to her flat chest and, obviously, her bulky diapers. "I almost wish you'd been dumb enough to try to diaper me, because I doubt Mommy would have been nearly as lenient on you if you had."

"I certainly wouldn't have," her mother confirmed. "You would have gone home with a red bottom and a diaper yourself, young lady, and I would have driven you there, marched you inside, made you explain the whole thing to your own parents... After Isabel told me the stories she heard from your babysitters, I'm sorry I didn't do that anyway."

Of course Isabel had told her parents... She always had been a little tattle-tail. If she had only kept her mouth shut about her spanking, her mom would probably never have known.

"Well, guess what?" Isabel's mother said smugly. "Now we have a second chance. Would you do the honors, dear?"

Her husband nodded. "With pleasure." Vickie squirmed, gawking at him. He was so big, so strong, probably from working on this farm... She would have felt intimidated by him, even if she weren't in her current position, dribbling into her already soaked diaper in fear as she watched him stroll over, picking up the hammer like it weighed nothing, slamming it down hard onto the striker.

The lights shot up the tower so fast, Vickie almost didn't see them climb upwards; they nearly all appeared at once, the bell ringing out loudly overhead. Vickie whined into her paci, feeling the sweat begin to pool inside her mittens, as she started to wonder what the special prize was going to be.

"Wonderful job!" Sawyer declared. "That's how it's done, everyone! Now, then, I think you know what your prize is."

Isabel's mother smiled, reaching into the pocket of her apron and taking out a wooden spoon... It had been years, but Vickie was certain it was, in fact, THE wooden spoon. Her head began to spin with fright, realizing she was about to get the spanking she'd avoided last time only because she'd peed her pants, in front of all these people...

And then, Isabel handed the spoon over to her husband, who had just demonstrated his strength so handily. "Why don't you handle this part?" she asked. "I'll get her diaper ready."

"N-No!" Vickie squealed, shaking her head in fear as the man took the spoon, and then her hand, his own dwarfing hers, making her feel so tiny, so helpless...

"Here you are, sir!" Taylor pulled a stool out from behind the booth, Vickie sure it was no coincidence it had been there, waiting, setting it down so he could sit on it, hauling Vickie up, over her lap.

"N-No, no, no!" Vickie wailed, kicking her feet, panic overtaking her as she felt one of his strong arms crossing over her back, pinning her in place, trapping her there, making her wriggling, diapered backside a perfect target for his hand as he gave it a whack that brought tears to her eyes... And another sort of wetness to her legs.

"Oh, my God," she could hear someone in the audience giggling. "Is she leaking? Through that diaper?!"

"It looks like it," Sawyer declared. "It's hardly a shock, honestly... She's quite the fountain, as you'll all find out later."

"You disgusting little brat," Isabel's father scolded her, giving her bottom another sharp smack.

"I told you," his wife said from the booth, "that's what happened last time... And I didn't even have to spank her! Despite the way she treated her charges, she was such a pathetic little scaredy-cat, all it took was the threat, and she was peeing her pants like a frightened little toddler."

"Then at least she's dressed appropriately now," he commented, spanking Vickie one more time before sitting up up on his lap. "What do you think, Vickie?" he asked. "Do you belong in these diapers?"

She nodded her head meekly, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Y-Yes, sir," she agreed.

She'd hoped that would be it, but he didn't stop there. "And why is that?"

"B-Because..." She nursed her paci, looking up at him. "I-I'm a naughty little girl?" That was how she felt, definitely, sitting on his lap like this.

"Yes, you are," he confirmed. "A very naughty little girl, indeed. I hope you had fun pushing all of these kids around when they were younger, Vickie... Because I'm sure they're going to have a lot of fun with you tonight. And you are going to deserve every bit of it, won't you?"

Vickie gulped, nodding slowly. "Y-Yes, sir," she said again, more quietly.

"Yes, you will," he told her one more time, cementing the fact even further in her mind. "Just like you deserve this spanking you're about to get."

Vickie's eyes widened. "B-But...!" she squealed. "Y-You already...!"

"That was barely even a warm-up," he informed her, reaching down to her diaper. She gasped, starting to reach down to bat at his hands with her mittens, then thinking better of it, knowing it wouldn't do any good, that, if anything, it would get her into more trouble, and that, if there was one thing she didn't need any more of right now, it was that. 

Even if it meant letting him untape her diaper, right in front of everyone, leaving her wet and naked in front of them as he pushed the sodden garment off his lap. It fell to the ground with a plop, open, hopefully drawing a little attention away from her clean-shaven crotch before she was turned back over, draped, bare-bottomed, across his knees, her bum already pink from the first few spanks, through her padding. Now, she had no protection... And he was picking up the spoon as well, she saw from the corner of her eye, prompting more squirming that a single arm on her back easily thwarted.

"Ow!" Vickie's cry rang out, nearly as loud as the bell had been, declaring Isabel's parents' victory a few minutes earlier, as the spoon landed, hard, on her quivering rear. "Th-That really hurt!"

"I know," he said, without a shred of sympathy in his voice. "It's supposed to. Just think of how Isabel, and these other kids, felt when you did it to them."

She wanted to point out that the difference between her size and theirs had never been as great as the one between him and her, that she'd never been anywhere close to as muscular and strong as him, but not only did she assume that wouldn't win her any points, she didn't have a chance before the next swing, the next wail of pain. Already, she was sure she could feel the marks forming on her bottom from the bowl of the spoon, swelling, turning red...

In no time, she was weeping, legs thrashing uselessly behind her as she was thoroughly spanked, Isabel's father meticulously ensuring he didn't miss any part of her backside with the spoon. Even without the daycare's diaper, she doubted she could have stood after that, her knees too weak and shaky as she sniffled, nose running, trying to catch her breath as it finally ended. Her pacifier had long since fallen out of her mouth into the dirt, so she found herself trying to suck on her thumb instead, only to be stopped by her mitten.

He picked her up, carrying her as easily as he might a real baby, taking her over to the booth and lying her down on the changing mat. "Good work, dear," his wife told him, giving him a kiss over the still whimpering girl beneath them, before sliding a fresh pacifier into her mouth. "Now... Let's get you back into a diaper before you have another accident, Vickie."

Vickie was in no condition to protest, and probably wouldn't have anyway, especially seeing that, to her surprise, the woman had seemingly chosen the smallest thickness of diaper for her, one barely bulkier than a Pull-Up. Perhaps she realized that Vickie had been punished enough... Or, more likely there was more to it than that. 

"Yes," she murmured as she worked, powdering and oiling Vickie up as she slowly calmed down after her spanking. "If only I'd done this back that night... I think all of this could have been avoided, don't you?"

Vickie gave her a tiny nod, both wanting to keep her happy, and somewhat agreeing. Isabel hadn't been her first charge, by any means, but if she had gotten a taste of her own medicine back then, she would have been her last, definitely, even if Isabel hadn't gotten a picture of her in a diaper and spread it around to her classmates, even if the girl's mother hadn't insisted on calling up her other clients to inform them of what she'd done to her daughter, to warn them... 

It was too late for all that now, though, far too late to take it all back. All she could do now was face the consequences, as her diaper was taped up, and she was dazedly lifted down from the booth, set on her feet to stare out at her former charges.

"All right," Isabel's mother said, giving the seat of Vickie's diaper a pat, the girl squeaking, even the light touch stinging after the spanking she'd just gotten. She squirmed, rubbing her bottom with her mitten, pouting behind her paci. "We don't want to intrude too much! You all have fun tonight!"

Vickie watched as the couple headed back through the crowd, towards the house, somehow, despite what they'd done to her, feeling more scared without them there. "Okay, Vickie," Sawyer spoke up. "You said you could ring the bell if it wasn't for your diaper... Well, you're in a much thinner one now. So, let's see it. You're still only at one diaper... And it's so tiny! I'm not even going to make you ring the bell. Just get the lights up to the very first section, and you can take that one off, and the game will be over. That's all you have to do!"

Vickie knew it was a trick, that it was too easy... But she had to try, if it could mean getting out of letting everyone else here diaper her. If she lit up any of the lights at all, she'd do it...

She walked over to the hammer, her legs wanting to waddle instinctively, despite the diaper being small enough that, for once, she didn't have to. It was right by the striker now, too... She only had to pick it up and drop it down... Surely even that would be enough to light up those few bulbs to get her to the first prize section...

Unfortunately, as soon as she attempted to wrap her mittened hands around the handle of the hammer, she realized why Sawyer had been so generous with her offers. She could barely close her hands enough, and, even when she thought she had it and attempted to lift the hammer, her mittens slid right off, leaving her standing there, empty-handed, confused.

"Oh, too bad," Sawyer smirked. "Looks like it wasn't your diaper holding you back, Vickie... You're just toi much of a baby, no matter how much padding you're in. Now... Who wants to go next?"