Victoria's Secret - Chapter 47 (Patreon)

Finally, after what felt like it should have been the entire night in and of itself, everyone had their turn, or perhaps decided she'd had enough, or they were satisfied with watching... Either way, as Victoria sat there, dazed, feeling her tummy churn and the vibrator edge her towards a relief she knew would never come until someone said her trigger phrase, nobody came to pick up the hammer.

"Last call!" Sawyer announced. "We have other games to get to, so we won't be coming back... Play now or forever hold your peace!"

Victoria let out a tiny sigh of relief when the crowd remained where they were. She hadn't even bothered to play herself for a while, simply shaking her head when Sawyer offered. She'd given it one more shot after the initial one, but when she'd had the exact same result as the first, she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that there was no way Taylor was going to let her win, so there was no point in struggling.

Of course, it hardly mattered, since she also wasn't confident, at that point, if she could stand up in the giant mass of padding she was in at that point, and didn't really want to find out. Sawyer had still teased her, "Aww, what's wrong? Did you finally realize you're too much of a dumb little baby to win?"

Victoria had wanted to spit back that she knew her and Taylor's trick, but it didn't seem worth it. Surely everyone else knew by now, too, could figure out that they couldn't all be strong enough to light up all of the lights, while she was the only one so weak that she could barely light up one set... Even so, she suspected Sawyer would have been mad at her for spoiling it, would have found some reason to punish her, and she didn't need any more of that.

So, reluctantly, she'd nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she'd mumbled, letting herself be diapered more and more thickly, hardly even paying attention anymore. There were things being placed into her diapers sometimes, too, as they had been occasionally before, though she'd had no idea what they were then, and didn't care enough to try to identify them now

"All right," Sawyer shrugged. "I'd say that was a good first game! Now, then, why don't we go on to the next one?"

If Victoria had hoped the assemblage of her former charges had grown tired of this, were coming around to feeling sorry for her, and that was why they'd stopped playing this game, she got a rude awakening at the cheer that arose from them then. Perhaps they were bored with this game; perhaps they'd just all played by then. Whatever the case, they weren't finished with her overall, not by a long shot.

"I guess we're heading back to the Wet Diaper Race," Sawyer told Victoria, giving the back of her diaper a swat that Victoria didn't even feel, only heard, through all the layers of padding taped around her waist. "Up you go!"

"I-I don't wanna!" Victoria sniffed, crossing her arms in a huff. 

"Aww, poor thing," Sawyer mocked, grabbing the leash of her baby reins and giving it a sharp tug. That, Vickie did feel, making her fall forward onto her hands and knees, her diaper nearly dragging on the ground as she crawled slowly through the yard. She could tell now, for sure, that there was no reason attempting to stand up, that she'd just look clumsy and stupid in front of everyone if she did... Feeling the bulk of the padding between her thighs, there was no question it was thicker than the ones the daycare kept her in, and she couldn't stand up in those. Even crawling was, honestly, more difficult than it should have been.

She wrinkled her nose as they returned back to the Wet Diaper Race, seeing the sign with her face on it, mouth open wide. She had no clue what this was, exactly, what they were going to make her do, but, unlike the last time they'd been here, Sawyer didn't bother to ask her opinion, simply led her into the booth, where she picked up a high chair, laying on its side, hidden from view until then, and lifted the squirming Vickie up into it, locking the tray into place over her lap.

Meanwhile, Taylor took two large water guns from the shelves on the backside of the booth and laid them on top. Victoria gulped, looking around the rest of the booth, seeing a pair of large coolers on the ground, Taylor opening them up to reveal gallons of milk, juice, and water inside.

"Wh-What is...?" Victoria started to ask, wriggling in the high chair, only for Sawyer to grab a clothespin, placing it over Vickie's nose, clamping her nostrils shut, leaving her, Vickie realized, no way to breathe other than through her mouth.

She reached up frantically, trying to pull it off, not having paid enough attention to the high chair's tray. Sawyer caught one of her hands, pushing it down, out of the way, into a waiting cuff attached to the tray, locking it in place there and moving on to the second before Vickie could toss the clothespin away, placing that back over her nose when she was finished.

Victoria whimpered, kicking her feet in frustration, not liking where this was going one bit. Sawyer sighed, shrugged. "All right," she announced. "If you insist, Vickie!" She knelt down, grabbing Victoria's feet, pushing them back against the legs of the chair, where Victoria was unhappy to discover there were more restraints, another set of cuffs to be secured around her limbs to leave her completely trapped and helpless, mouth wide and waiting, just like the painting of her on the sign.

Even through all the layers of diapers, the hard seat of the high chair didn't help matters, especially not when she couldn't move, couldn't even really readjust her position. She could feel the plug being pressed more firmly into her bottom, ensuring no relief for the roiling the enema was causing in there, and, almost worse, she could feel the vibrator buzzing away more clearly, making the teasing of it that much more relentless.

"All right!" Sawyer declared, satisfied that everything was all set up. "Now, who's ready to play Wet Diaper Race?" 

Victoria fidgeted in her seat, watching her former charges roar their approval, her diaper already growing a bit damper at the sight, at what she saw set up in front of her, at what she imagined was about to happen.

"Now, this would have been much quicker, and easier, if we'd played it first," Sawyer said, stepping out from behind the booth, strutting back and forth as she explained it. "Little Vickie here didn't want to, though, so she should know this is all her fault." 

She turned back, smirking, towards Victoria, who was glaring daggers at her. Obviously, if Vickie had known that, she would have started with this, got it over with... That was definitely why Sawyer hadn't told her what it was, had just let her see the sign and then asked her if she wanted to play, and likely why she'd had the highchair hidden from view, so Victoria couldn't even catch a glimpse of it and get a hint at what was coming.

"The goal of this game," Sawyer said, "is to get Vickie to wet her diapers, of course. Now, it isn't going to be easy to tell when that happens, when she has on so many... But that's why we've been putting bedwetter alarms into some layers of her diapers, to help us know."

So that was what those things had been... Vickie blushed, grateful that she hadn't set any of them off already, as much as she'd been dribbling. She really should have known, should have recognized them, although, to be fair, she'd only used them a couple times. Was it a coincidence that Sawyer and Taylor were using them for this game? She hadn't seen the girl she'd used them on playing the last one, but now she wasn't sure, scanning the crowd for her.

"She'd do it on her own if we left her alone long enough," Sawyer chuckled. "To speed it up, you're going to be using these water guns." Taylor held them up for everyone to see. "We have several choices for ammunition, but everyone has to choose only one kind, and they only get to fill their guns one time. After that, it's a race... You'll play two at a time, trying to shoot whatever you've put into the water guns into Vickie's mouth to make her drink it. Only one of you can shoot at a time, though you can choose whether to go all at once, or spread out your shots. Whoever is shooting when she sets off one of her alarms wins. Sound fun?"

Everyone else shouted out, agreeing that it did, drowning out Vickie's sole mumbling of complaint, shaking her head, distracting her from searching the crowd for long enough to allow the person she was looking for to slip through, coming to the front for when Sawyer asked who wanted to play first.

"I'll do it," Noella declared, Victoria squeaking, turning her head to see her waiting there, hand raised.

Vickie whimpered, the sight of her face instantly taking her back. She should have been easy to spot, as she'd been one of the older kids she'd babysat, actually too old to need a babysitter, really, unlike most of her charges who claimed they were, despite, in reality, being too young to truly be trusted on their own. Noella had always looked young anyway, however, which meant she got teased a lot at school.

Victoria should have been understanding, should have taken the girl's side, knowing all too well what that was like... But the girl's mother had hired her, despite her age, because she kept having accidents, kept peeing her pants, and that was, of course, far more immature than anything Victoria could have imagined doing herself at that point.

She hadn't even had to bring the diapers herself, this time, though she was more than happy to accept the extra money she was offered to deal with them on someone Noella's age, as if she hadn't made plenty of other clients not much younger than her wear them already.

"Don't worry," Vickie had assured Noella's mom. "I know just the thing to encourage her to stop it."

Noella had been upset enough at her mother's ultimatum that she had to wear diapers until she stopped wetting her pants... She really didn't like it when Vickie forced her to wear two, a bedwetting alarm sandwiched between the layers, before squeezing a pair of shorts over them and taking her to the park.

"Everyone is gonna see!" Noella had whined, tugging at the hem of the shirt Vickie had picked out for her, exactly the right length to make it a constant struggle for the girl to keep it pulled down over her waistband.

"No, they won't," Victoria had told her. "Nobody is going to give you a second look! They'll all be too busy playing themselves. Of course, if you give them a reason to look at you... Well, then they'll probably be able to tell right away what a pants-wetting little baby you are. And if you wet your pants and set off that alarm, I have a feeling you're going to be attracting a lot of attention."

"Th-That's not fair!" Noella had gasped, turning bright red.

"You can always come find me and ask me to take you to the potty," Victoria had shrugged. "If you really are a big girl, it shouldn't be that difficult."

"I-I can't help it!" Noella had protested, stomping her foot. "I'm not doing it on purpose!"

Of course, Vickie had taken that as an excuse to spank the girl, to demonstrate that, despite how old Noella was, Vickie was definitely the one in charge of her, then made her go out to the park anyway. And, to help matters along, she'd slipped a little something into the water she'd had the girl drink to help calm her down after her spanking.

As one final push, as soon as she'd sent Noella out to play with the far younger kids at the park, she'd gotten up off the bench she'd been sitting on, hiding, guaranteeing that, even if the girl noticed she had to go in time to come get her, she wouldn't be able to easily find her. After all, if this was a genuine problem she was having, and not her faking it for some reason, surely she wouldn't have even had a chance to get back across the park before she peed her pants, especially after the diuretic Vickie had given her. And if she was faking this, then it would serve her right to be running around the area where the babysitters all tended to congregate as the bedwetting alarm went off in her pants, surrounded by the people who would be most likely to recognize the diaper bulge under her shorts. Maybe one of them would even offer to change her...

Victoria did wonder if she'd gone too far, drugging the girl. It was hard to tell, that time, if Noella had wet herself without coming to find her because she truly couldn't control her bladder, or if it was the diuretic, and she'd still had to shuffle past the other babysitters, searching for Vickie, either way, all eyes on her beeping, bulging bottom as she frantically tried to find her own sitter, who was hiding in the distance, giggling as she watched the show.

She probably should have stepped in, but the other babysitters had, of course, been willing to comfort the poor, lost little girl as she grew more and more upset at not seeing Vickie, giving her lots of hugs and diaper pats. Many of them clearly mistook her for someone much younger, checking her diaper, too, asking her something Vickie couldn't hear in the distance, though, from the way Noella scurried away from them, she had to assume it was a change.

Eventually, one of them caught her before she could escape them, grabbing her hand, yanking her back towards them, getting a changing mat out from their diaper bag. To Vickie's delight, Noella's bedwetting alarm was turned off, and she was changed into a baby diaper by a complete stranger, much to her chagrin.

Vickie had swooped in afterwards, pretending to be upset. "There you are!" she'd scolded. "I told you not to wander off, young lady! You scared me half to death! I was about to call the police! You'd better thank this nice lady for helping you out so we can get you home and punish you for this!"

She'd never forgotten how shocked Noella had looked as she realized what Vickie had done, what she was doing now, making it seem like none of this was her fault. She'd been too stunned to say anything at all, probably afraid she'd have another outburst at Vickie for what she'd done if she opened her mouth, potentially get spanked here in the park.

Vickie had let out an exasperated sigh, taking Noella by the hand. "I'm so sorry for this," she'd apologized to the other babysitter. "And thank you, on her behalf."

"Sure," the babysitter had replied. "I know how scary it can be... All you have to do with some of these brats is turn away for one second, and they're gone. Do you need this?" She'd held up a plastic baggy, the bedwetting alarm tucked inside.

Vickie had taken it, grinning over at Noella. "Oh, yes," she'd said. "I think we will need this again... I should see if I can make the volume a little louder next time so it'll be easier to find her if she does run off again."

She hadn't, of course, catching on to Vickie's trick, sticking right by her side... But, whether she'd been faking it for attention or some other reason, or if Vickie's methods had encouraged her to try harder, she had stopped having accidents quickly after another couple trips out with the alarm, and there had been no reason for her to have a babysitter anymore... Though her mother promised to call Vickie if she ever had a relapse.

And now, here Noella was, all grown up, and ready to make Vickie set off one of her own alarms. Victoria groaned, squirming, watching as the young woman stepped around to the back of the booth, digging through the cooler while the rest of the audience debated on who wanted to go up against her. It certainly wasn't that they didn't want to play... It was simply a question of who felt they ought to go first, whether it would be best to go now, or wait until she'd had more to drink, to raise their chances...

"Here we are!" Noella smirked, holding up a bottle of something familiar, something dark purple that could only be prune juice. "I think this is perfect!"

"No!" Vickie shook her head, her voice sounding stuffy, nasally. "Noella, don't!"

"Someone sounds thirsty!" Noella snickered, unscrewing the tank of the water gun. "Hold on, Vickie, I'll be ready in a minute!"

The other contestant for this round chose milk, which, given her lactose intolerance, wasn't much better, and, all too soon, they were both positioned in front of the booth, aiming their water guns at her mouth. "Noella volunteered first, so she'll shoot first," Sawyer announced. "Whenever you're ready."

"What about you, Vickie?" Noella asked, eyes sparkling. "Are you ready?"

Victoria shook her head, tried, in vain, to say, "No," just to have a blast of prune juice shot into her mouth anyway, part of the stream splashing onto her bib and bare skin. She groaned, feeling herself swallow what had gotten into her mouth automatically, despite her best efforts to avoid it. 

Noella's opponent didn't have nearly as good an aim, their first attempt splashing across Victoria's face, only a bit of it dripping into her mouth, although it was hard to feel like that was much of a victory in the moment, especially when it was followed up so quickly by another burst of prune juice.

Both contestants seemed to be playing the long game, taking their time, shooting a bit at a time, waiting her out. It was, Victoria hated to admit it, a good strategy when she'd already been dribbling into her padding well before this game, before she'd had to drink anything they were blasting into her mouth. As little control as it felt like she had anymore, even in the best circumstances, she knew just as little as them about when she might have a full-on accident, though she was doing her very best to keep it from happening when Noella was taking her turn, wanting anyone but her to win this, to make her first alarm go off.

She really thought she had a chance, too, as the round came to an end, Noella's opponent running out of milk first, pouting as she handed her water gun over to Taylor to have it rinsed out for the next set of players. "Uh-oh," Noella cooed. "Looks like it's just you and me now, Vickie... How soggy are you, I wonder?"

Victoria whimpered, glad that nobody could tell that through all the layers she was wearing. Without knowing where, exactly, the alarms were, she had no idea how close she was to setting one off, but, given how thin the first few diapers she had been put into were, she had a bad feeling it wouldn't be long now.

Noella pulled the trigger again, sending another squirt of prune juice into Vickie's face. "Wow, you must really like this," she teased. "You want to drink this whole tank of juice? Because I'm not giving up until I hear that alarm, or this is empty."

After so long in diapers, Vickie honestly wasn't certain if she could just make herself go when she wanted anymore or not; she wasn't even certain if she could now, when she felt the near-constant trickle in her pants begin to speed up, or if it had simply happened automatically when she locked eyes with Noella, saw the determination there as the girl raised her water gun, shot another stream of prune juice into her mouth. All she knew for sure was that it worked, the alarm going off, sounding exactly like she remembered Noella's sounding, except far more muffled.

"Well, well," Sawyer declared, "looks like we have our first winner!"

After all the prizes from the first game, Vickie was worried to find what these ones would be, and surprised when Sawyer reached into one of the coolers to produce a pie, piled high with whipped cream, handing it over to Noella. She was a little confused at first, as was Noella, it seemed. "Is this for..?" she asked. 

"It's for whatever you want," Sawyer smirked. "I suppose you could keep it, if you want, or you could smash it in Vickie's face... Or, you know, she does love creaming in her diapies."

Vickie's face turned bright red, opening her mouth, wanting to deny it, hoping that it didn't sound too obvious that she was lying, since, in all honesty, that was, in fact, the one thing she did enjoy about her diapers. It was almost a blessing to have Noella's pie come flying straight at her, landing smack in the middle of her face, whipped cream dripping down her front as she heard cheers, Sawyer complimenting Noella, "Great shot!" as the pie tin clattered to the high chair's tray, while Vickie swallowed what had gotten into her open mouth so she could breathe properly again, feeling sticky and gross already, trying not to think about how many drinks were packed into those coolers, how many more rounds of this there were going to be.

Taylor dutifully removed the clothespin to help her out, clearing some of the whipped cream from Vickie's nose, but left the rest of it, and replaced the pin when she seemed satisfied that Vickie was all right.

"What a messy eater," Sawyer teased. "Don't worry, Vickie.... I'm sure your face will get cleaned off with whatever our next contestants use for their ammo..."