Victoria's Secret - Chapter 46 (Patreon)

"If nobody minds," Taylor spoke up, "I wouldn't mind giving it a go."

"Of course," Sawyer smiled, the pair exchanging a wink, letting Vickie know she was in for something, even if she wasn't quite sure what. She squirmed, bracing herself as best she could, hoping against hope that her sitter would drop the hammer, or fail to hit it hard enough to do anything.

At the very least, she told herself, there was no way she'd be as strong as Isabel's father. Another layer of padding wasn't that huge of a deal, considering the bulk she was used to wearing. She was nervous, but, given the rules of the game, she wasn't exactly scared, not yet... She had no doubt the girls had plenty more cooked up for her beyond this.

Taylor raised the hammer overhead, bringing it crashing down, Vickie's eyes widening as she watched the lights go up and up, higher and higher, before reaching the top, the bell letting out a loud clang. "Aww," she smirked down at Vickie, pinching her cheeks. "Don't look so amazed! I've been practicing! I wouldn't want to miss out on my special prize! And I know exactly what I want it to be! Sawyer?"

"I'm on it," Sawyer nodded, leading Vickie back over to the booth, kneeling down and carefully cutting slits into her current diaper's plastic. Vickie was surprised, again, to see that Taylor also chose one of the thinner diapers, although, combined with the one she was already wearing, the puffiness was already starting to add up.

She was even more shocked when Taylor turned her around, bending her over. "No, please," she sniffed, wiggling her bottom. "N-Not another spanking..."

Taylor gave Vickie's backside a swat, Vickie squeaking in response, then chuckled. "No, not a spanking," she assured the smaller girl. "I get to give you plenty of those already..."

Vickie had no idea what to anticipate, but she certainly hadn't expected to feel Taylor reach into her diaper, carefully wiggling the plug out of her. "Oh, thank you!" she gasped. She could absolutely see how it was a punishment, and there was no question that she would come to regret it when, before long, she was filling her pants in front of everyone; after so long, however, it was a big relief to be free of its presence.

"You are so welcome!" Taylor gushed, her tone dripping with fake sweetness, enough to give Vickie pause, to alert her that all might not be as it seemed, right before she felt Taylor's finger push something small into her rear, giving it a squeeze, letting loose a rush of liquid. 

She knew, instantly, that it was a mini-enema, whimpering, though, at the same time, she couldn't help thinking about how pointless it was. Taylor knew how long she'd been plugged... She had to know that it was inevitable she would be using her diaper before long. All this did was speed it up - probably not even by that much - and make it more uncomfortable. And, she supposed, give her an excuse for her inevitable accident, so it didn't look like it was her fault, but that was almost definitely not Taylor's intention.

"You all right, Vickie?" Taylor asked, patting the seat of her diaper. To even Vickie's astonishment, she gave a little nod, and meant it. There had been a part of her that had known, since she'd been told what all this was, that she'd be messing her diaper in front of everyone, proving what a baby she'd become... 

"Good girl," Taylor couldn't quite keep herself from giggling deviously, giving Vickie the smallest hint of uncertainty before she saw Sawyer sneakily hand the plug, freshly re-lubed, back to Taylor, who slid it back into Vickie's bottom.

"W-Wait!" Vickie whined, pouting as her diaper was pulled back up over it, and then she was lifted up onto her second layer, Taylor expertly pushing her onto her back, avoiding her wiggling legs to tape it up. It may have been her imagination, or how full she'd already been, but Vickie was positive she could feel the enema working inside of her, her guts churning... But with no way to relieve their growing discomfort.

"Do you want to try the hammer again?" Sawyer teased, snapping Vickie out of standing there, feeling sorry for herself, nursing her paci and pawing at the back of her diaper in disbelief.

Vickie scowled; it was a trick, she knew now, not worth it... And yet... She opened and closed her fingers as best she could in the mittens, glancing over at the hammer. It probably wasn't impossible for her to pick it up... She had a little better of an idea of what she was doing now. If she gave up, she'd just be put into more and more diapers, and there would be no hope of catching up with them...

"O-Okay," she agreed reluctantly, toddling over to it. She took a deep breath, starting her grip lower this time, thinking that would give me more time if it slipped through her mittens like it had last time. 

She was right, but it wasn't enough to make a difference, the hammer staying right where it was while she stomped her foot in frustration. "That's about right," Sawyer snickered. "Okay, now who wants a turn?"

Vickie's heart began to pound as the next contestant stepped forward, not because she recognized him, but because she didn't. He was tall, and hot, and one of the last people she'd have wanted to see her like this. She blushed, embarrassed to feel a tingling between her legs, despite everything, despite knowing that she didn't stand a chance with him after tonight, if she ever had. That might have been strange anyway, considering she had, theoretically, babysat him, though, try as she might, she couldn't place him, couldn't recognize who he was. 

It shouldn't have been that difficult, really... She sat for far more girls than boys, so the list wasn't all that long, and, peering out at the rest of the crowd, she was able to knock a few of them off instantly, leaving only, to her surprise, "R-Robin?"

He chuckled, his voice sending another shiver through her, so much deeper now. "What?" he asked, bending down to look her right in the eye as she fidgeted nervously, cheeks burning. "Didn't recognize me without the long hair?"

He had been so cute when he was younger, so small and scrawny, with such delicate features... It was no wonder that, when he had his hair long, she'd assumed, at first, that he was a girl, had been curious to see how he'd look, dressed up like one, his hair curled, fingernails painted... And, when he'd protested, she had, of course, gone to her favorite punishment, put him into a diaper as well.

"What a cute little baby girl you are, Robin," she could still remember mocking as he stood there in front of her, tears in his eyes. "I bet I could take you out to the park and none of the other cute, teenage babysitters would bat an eye... Until they volunteered to help change your diaper because you're just so adorable!"

"N-No!" he'd wailed, shaking his head, curls bouncing. "Pl-Please, Vickie!"

But she hadn't been able to help herself, either from trotting him out, or from texting one of the other babysitters she knew after making Robin go play in the sandbox, with a playful warning not to get his dress dirty or he'd get a spanking. "Come on," he'd whined after a few minutes, returning to her, sitting on a bench, giggling at the show, giving a wink to Darcy, the other babysitter, over his shoulder, while he was too busy tugging grumpily at the hem of his dress to notice. "Can we go home now?"

"Hey, Vickie!" Darcy had exclaimed loudly, announcing her arrival, Robin flinching and turning around, then immediately regretting it, lowering her face. "Aww, who is this cutie? I don't think I've sat for her yet!"

"This is just a sweet little birdy," Vickie had teased. 

"Yes, she is," Darcy had agreed. "A sweet little baby birdy, from what I saw in the sandbox. Are you still in diapers, honey?" Robin blushed, shaking his head. "No fibs!" she'd scolded. "I know what I saw under your skirt... Can I help change her?"

Vickie had grinned at how well Darcy was playing her part, doing exactly what she'd requested, and at how uncomfortable she could see it was making Robin, the final request especially. "Oh, I don't know," Vickie had said nonchalantly. "She probably doesn't need one yet... Right, Robin?"

Robin had flinched at the use of his name, rather than Vickie dancing around it, and did again when Vickie grabbed his skirt and lifted it up, trying, in vain, to swat her hands away. "Uh-oh, Robin," Vickie had snickered. "Did you have a little accident after all? Maybe Darcy should help..."

"No!" Robin had protested, stomping the shiny Mary Janes Vickie had found for him, the lace on his ankle socks quivering with the impact, apparently worked up enough now to speak up, to use his voice despite the chance that it might help Darcy recognize that he was a boy. "No, no, no! Leave me alone!"

"Wait, Vickie," Darcy had paused. "Is this..? You didn't tell me that! You only said...."

"What?" Vickie had rolled her eyes, hearing the disapproval in the other girl's tone. "He's cute like this, isn't he? How could I resist?"

"You brought him out in public!" Darcy had hissed. "What if his friends see?"

Vickie had sighed. "You're no fun, you know that? They wouldn't recognize him! It's fine!"

She had no idea if they had seen, if they had recognized him; unsurprisingly, she hadn't been asked to sit for him again after that, although, considering her other business hadn't slowed down, she doubted he'd had the guts to tell his parents why he hadn't wanted her as a sitter any more, as she'd assumed he probably wouldn't. Who would want to admit to that?

And now, here he was, all grown up, towering over her. She could almost say he was cute in a different way, but that didn't feel like the right word at all for what he was. She sucked on her paci, thinking about what he'd seen happen to her already... And what he was going to do to her when he, inevitably, won. Looking at his arms, there was no way he wouldn't ring the bell, too, have his choice of prizes to use on her...

"Here, Vickie," he told her, easily lifting the hammer. "Pay attention, cutie... Let me show you how it's done."

Unsurprisingly, the bell rang out again and he grinned down at her, taking her by the hand, giving her a reminder of how much he'd grown since she'd seen him last, and how much she hadn't. "I-I'm sorry, Robin," she squeaked.

"Aww," he cooed, picking her up with as little trouble as he had the hammer, setting her on the changing mat once again. "I bet you are!" he booped her nose playfully. "But you're so cute like this... How can I resist?"

"You can pick any diaper you want for her," Sawyer reminded him.

"I think we've messed around for long enough," Robin replied, immediately picking up one of the thickest diapers. "We all know this is what she deserves. I bet even she does... Don't you?"

Vickie's heart pounded, staring up at him, at the bulky diaper in his hand, hearing herself mumble, "Y-Yes, sir," automatically, blushing bright red at how easily she'd fallen into addressing him that way, at how obvious it was to her mind, apparently, that he was more mature than her, more deserving of respect, regardless of what she'd done to him in the past... He was, after all, undeniably an adult now, and she... Well, she had been one, at some point. Or, at the very least, she'd done a good job of pretending she was.

"What a good girl," he chuckled, gently, but firmly, pushing her onto her back, running a hand along the crotch of her diaper. Her blush intensified at the contact, as she heard herself let out a tiny moan, thankfully somewhat muffled by her pacifier, though, from his smile, she suspected it hadn't done a good enough job. She was so worked up, she didn't even process what was going on, what he was doing, until he began to slice into the diaper's plastic, as Sawyer had done before. He was just preparing to diaper her again, nothing more, no matter how nice the contact felt, even through the two layers of padding already on her. He lifted her by the ankles, sliding the newest diaper under her, setting her down on top of it.

"Don't forget your prize!" Sawyer piped up.

He paused, smirking down at the wiggling former babysitter beneath him. "Of course not," he said. "I'd hate to miss out on that..." He stepped around the booth, Vickie turning, trying to get a glimpse at what all was there, at what she could expect to have happen to her, but seeing only what Robin picked up, holding it aloft proudly. "I think this is perfect!"

"Ooo," Sawyer giggled. "I think you're right! That's just what she needs for those naughty thoughts I can see swimming through her head..."

Vickie whimpered, shaking her head, squirming as she saw him turn it on, as she saw it begin to writhe in his hands, faster and faster as he turned it up to its max speed before setting it down in her diaper, pulling the garment up to cradle it snugly against her, in exactly the right spot. She gasped, toes curling as she bit down on her pacifier's bulb, the egg vibrator working its magic through the twin layers of thin diapers... But, of course, without the trigger phrase, she knew that all it would do was tease her, that she wouldn't be able to actually get off, just like the plug, and the increasing number of diapers on top of it, keeping it firmly in place, gave her no way to relieve the ever-growing pressure the last 'prize' was creating in her tummy.

There was so much going on now, she felt almost numb as she went over to the hammer, unable to concentrate enough to do even as well as last time at lifting the hammer. She sighed, trudging out of the way, having a bad feeling she knew exactly how the rest of this was going to go.

Thankfully, there did appear to be some relief on the horizon, as Isabel volunteered to go next. "She already went!" Vickie whined, though she hardly minded when Sawyer shot her down.

"Her parents went," she corrected Vickie. "She deserves a turn of her own."

Vickie wasn't going to argue too hard; if there was anyone in this crowd who she thought would do nearly as bad as she'd been doing with the game, it would be Isabel. She was so scrawny, so tiny, that Vickie could see her wobble a bit as she picked up the hammer, dropping it back down on the striker with what looked like barely any force...

And, to Vickie's horror, the lights shot right up to the top, to the bell, yet again. "No!" she squealed, unable to believe it. Taylor must have rigged it... That was what she'd been doing when they'd arrived, to guarantee that everyone got the 'special prize.'

"Yes!" Isabel jumped into the air in excitement. "I did it!"

"Great work!" Sawyer praised her. "You're stronger than you look!"

Vickie scoffed, rolling her eyes, earning a dirty look from Isabel. "Well, I thought about taking it easy on you, since I already got to see you spanked," the girl sulked, "but I guess I'll have some fun after all."

She didn't choose the thickest diaper, though she didn't go too far down from it, and, as her prize, she went with a large jar of prune baby food, spoon-feeding it to Vickie as the girl sat on her newest layer of padding, gagging, feeling the mush as it was, seemingly intentionally, dribbled down her chin, the spoon missing her mouth almost as much as it went in, or over-full so she had no hope of swallowing it all. 

Regardless, plenty managed to get into her stomach as well before Isabel had emptied out the jar, then moved on to taping up the fresh diaper around Vickie's waist. Vickie felt even more determined than ever to lift the hammer, knowing now that all she had to do was get it to the striker. Taylor and Sawyer had really counted on her giving up, apparently, or not putting together what they'd done... She was going to prove them wrong! 

But not this time, the hammer once more sliding out of her grip before she could budge it, despite her concentrating as hard as she could, blocking out as many of the sensations swirling around inside her, and her diaper, as possible. 

The next time, she didn't even try, although that was hardly her fault, as, after the next former charge inevitably rang the bell, she scurried up to Sawyer and whispered something into her ear, getting a nod before taking Vickie to diaper her. "For my prize," she declared smugly, unhooking Vickie's baby reins and setting them aside, "I'm going to get rid of this. You made such a mess of it anyway, silly girl."

Vickie squealed in fright as the girl reached for her shirt, realizing what was about to happen, trying to grab ahold herself, only for her mittens to fail to get a grip on the fabric. In the end, all she could do was cross her arms over her chest as quickly as possible, to do her best to keep anyone, especially Robin and the other boys, from seeing her bare chest.

That was, of course, why she didn't make an attempt with the hammer, and she stood there, horrified, thinking that she'd been defeated before she could even make a real effort, wondering if she could work up the courage to move her hands again. She didn't really have a choice in that matter, as Sawyer went over to buckle the baby reins back into place, though they went back to covering her chest as soon as possible, only cementing how humiliating this was, how difficult it would be to try to lift the hammer this way.

The next contestant took a shred of mercy on her for their prize, giving her some clothes... Technically. It was a bib, just big enough to hide her breasts, with a cartoon skunk wearing a diaper on it, stink lines coming up out of it, emblazoned with the words 'Little Stinker.' It was better than nothing, Vickie told herself, even if it wouldn't do much if she wasn't simply standing still. Regardless, it was better than nothing, and she knew she was going to have to pick up the pace, or, soon enough, with as bulky as her diaper was getting, she wouldn't be able to stand again. And as soon as that was the case, there went any hope of lifting the hammer.

Maybe it was that realization that fueled her as she waddled up to the hammer, nursing her paci determinedly, clutching it as tightly as she could, and...

It budged! She was so taken by surprise that she lost her grip, sending it falling back to the ground, but she was positive she'd felt it start to raise. It was possible... She could do it...

All she had to do was keep trying, keep enduring as her former charges continued to win, giving her a huge bottle of milk, feeding her banana baby food, tying ribbons into her hair, all the while her diaper growing bigger and bigger, something being placed inside the diapers every layer or two, forcing her legs further and further apart, making her task that much trickier, along with the constant churning in her belly from the enema, the never-ending teasing of the vibrator...

Finally, as she could tell she was on the verge of running out of time, of being stuck on all fours, she gave a valiant effort, the hammer raising up into the air. Gasping, she pushed it forward, praying that it would land on the striker...

It did! She saw it as she stumbled back, plopping down onto her bottom with a loud crinkle, wanting to shoot Sawyer a smug look, but more eager to see her victory play out.

Except... It didn't. Barely one set of lights lit up, not even enough to reach the first prize level. "W-Wait, no!" she whined, banging her mittens against the ground. "I-I did it!"

When she glared over at Sawyer, she saw Taylor beside her, sliding her phone back into her pocket sneakily. She had been right, it dawned on her; the game had been rigged from the start. She just hadn't known how rigged it was... She'd never had a chance to begin with, not when Taylor could clearly control the outcome. All she'd done was make herself look silly, trying so hard in her big diapers and her bib, only to, when she finally thought she'd done it, 'prove' that she was exponentially weaker than anyone else here, that she was, indeed, a helpless little baby in comparison to them, sitting there, stunned, dribbling into her diapers from all the exertion it had taken to light up a single pair of bulbs.