Published: July 16th 2021, 2:00:06 pm
Vickie squirmed, legs flailing uselessly, knowing she was trapped here without someone's help... And that someone clearly wasn't going to be Sawyer. She wasn't going to be able to get out of the swing on her own, and, unlike Sawyer, on her the dress was too short, meaning her diaper bulge was absolutely visible through the legholes of the swing, ensuring anyone who happened to look in her direction would see.
"Sawyer!" she whimpered, feeling the mess already in her pants, squishing beneath her as she wriggled, and the one brewing in her tummy. "This isn't funny! Let me out of this!"
Sawyer giggled, giving the swing a shove. Victoria's eyes widened as she felt the girl's hands almost seem to melt through the plastic of the bucket seat, pushing right against the lumpy back of her diaper instead. "I wish I could," Sawyer mocked, "but I think I saw a cute boy from school over there, so I'd better go say hi to him. You have fun!"
Vickie gasped, legs still flailing, keeping the swing's momentum going, even as she was trying to escape it. "Sawyer!" she shrieked. "This isn't funny! Sawyer! No, come on, you hafta let me out of here! Sawyer!"
None of it worked, of course... It hadn't on her, and it definitely wouldn't on Sawyer. She groaned, grabbing at the chains holding the seat in place, using all of her strength to pull on them, hoping, somehow, she could pull herself up and out of the swing, her stomach churning the entire time, a ticking time bomb ready to go off...
Her skin crawled as she heard the first giggle, almost not daring to glance over in the direction it had come from. It sounded older, deeper, than what she'd heard from Sawyer's friends, and familiar, somehow... As soon as she did dare turn her head, knowing she was going to have to face it sooner or later, she could see why.
It wasn't Sawyer's friends that were on the other side of the swingset, slowly approaching... It was Jordan, in her ridiculous bikini and cover-up skirt from the mall, Ashley, in her boring, conservative clothes, and Kelly in a tiny, low-cut nightie, so very different from the childish PJs she'd put Vickie in before tucking her in for this awful dream.
"Sawyer!" Vickie hissed, trying to walk the same tight-rope her charge had been forced to, attempting to get her attention, and avoid attracting any from her 'friends'. "Sawyer, let me out!"
She looked around for the girl, only to find that things had changed there, too... The boy Sawyer was talking to, flirting with, wasn't one of Vickie's old high school acquaintances. He was a boy from college, one she'd seen at that fateful party that had started all of this off, that she'd briefly considered hooking up with, until she'd gotten distracted by drinking. If it had gone on long enough, perhaps she would have come back around, recalled her goal, but, as it was, the party had been broken up first.
"No!" she whined, pouting. "He's mine!" She had no claim to him, hadn't even asked anyone his name, though she had made eyes at him across the room, and fantasized about taking him back to her room, or going to his... He was, she realized, probably the last person she'd done that with in any kind of serious way, who she'd thought she had a chance with, before she'd been sentenced to spend her summer being babysat like some dumb little kid. "Sawyer!"
She saw Sawyer's eyes turn towards her, a grin spreading across her face as she chuckled at whatever the boy was saying, not looking at all like she was faking it, the way Vickie had when it had been her turn in that spot. "Did you hear that?" Vickie heard Ashley's voice. "It sounded like someone in trouble! We ought to go check!"
Silently, Victoria tried to plead for mercy with her eyes, to pull Sawyer away from her guy and save her from the three girls approaching her. She had no doubt Sawyer understood perfectly what she was trying to convey... But, rather than going along with it, she leaned in, starting to kiss the boy. Vickie wriggled, blushing, the way Sawyer was doing it feel so intimate, so sensual... She was uncomfortable just to be watching, yet she couldn't look away, couldn't deny the swell of jealousy inside her...
"Hey there, sweetie," Ashley said, snapping Vickie out of it. "What are you doing here all alo... Vickie?!"
Victoria gulped; apparently, these girls were smarter than the ones who had tormented Sawyer. Ashley had recognized her almost straight away, and now that she'd said it, she could hear snickering from Kelly and Jordan, and knew they'd figured it out, too. Combined with the diaper peeking out from the legholes of the swing, and the mess in the back of it, she was in a very bad situation indeed.
"I almost didn't recognize you," Ashley told her, grabbing her by the chin, lifting her face up. "I have to say, Vickie, this outfit suits you so much better than those slutty clothes you usually wear."
"That's true," Jordan added. "It's perfect for someone as weak as her." She gave the back of the swing a smack, and, just like with Sawyer, Vickie could feel her hand through the seat, as if it had landed on her diaper itself, her strong fingers pressing hard on the padding, and the mush inside.
"Sawyer," she squeaked out, fully intending to be louder, for whatever good that would do her... When she looked back in the direction of the girl, however, all the volume drained out of her voice, her face turning even redder than it already was.
But Sawyer still heard her, her eyes glinting as she stared right at her from where she was kneeling in front of the boy, unzipping his pants. Vickie could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead as the girl pulled down his underwear, leaning forward, mouth wide... That was something she'd always thought was so disgusting, yet now, she had a hard time glancing away...
And, if she was being honest, with not feeling guilty that she wasn't in Sawyer's place. It wasn't that she wanted to blow him... Did she? Doing anything grown-up would be nice at this point, but that would normally have been off the table. Except, she remembered what had happened with Kelly, and the bananas, at the sleepover, how she'd done exactly what Sawyer was doing now with them... She writhed in her seat, heat building up in her face, between her legs...
Of course, things had turned out a little differently at the sleepover, as she was reminded by the sound of Kelly's voice. "Do you still think you've outgrown me?" she mocked, giving the swing a push while Vickie's fantasies of blowing the cute college boy were replaced by memories of the bananas she'd fellated sliding up her backside, filling her up so full, the way she felt now, before slipping out, into her diaper, in front of everyone... "Sitting there in your baby bonnet and dress, pooping your Pampers?"
"I-I'm not!" Vickie squealed, certain that hadn't started yet, that she was just recalling doing that in the past... "I'm not!" she insisted, seeing Ashley and Jordan laughing at her, clearly not buying it.
Kelly, behind her, grabbed the seat, stopping its motion dead, letting her slide her hand down the plastic back of the bucket seat, down closer and closer to the diaper. The chair felt perfectly solid, the way it ought to, making Vickie think those other times had been her imagination, or that things had gone back to normal... And then, as soon as Kelly's hand was low enough, it was like the swing had vanished again, letting her give the bulging back of Vickie's diaper a squeeze. "Oh, I think you are, Vickie."
"N-No!" Vickie shook her head, but, even as she did, she could feel the creeping, growing ooze making its way into her already dirty diaper. She was messing herself again after all... And Kelly had known it before she had! She let out a grunt, desperately staring at Sawyer for help, though she was still busy on her knees, the hotness of what she was doing almost overriding the humiliation of what was happening to Vickie herself... Almost.
"How pathetic," Jordan sneered. "She didn't even realize it!"
"She really is just a baby after all," Ashley agreed. "No matter how hard she tries to hide it..."
"N-No, I'm not!" Vickie sniffled, feeling of them looking at her, watching, seeing the whole thing as her body involuntarily pushed, continuing to fill her pants, right in front of them... At least with Sawyer's friends, they hadn't known, as far as Vickie had been able to tell... Hers very much did, and were relishing in it, enjoying the show she was putting on...
Sawyer wasn't in any rush to rescue her, either, the way Vickie had been. "Poor little baby," Jordan mocked. "Maybe we ought to leave her here for the rest of the day."
Vickie knew better than to respond, that they would probably tire of tormenting her and leave her alone quicker if she clammed up, but she couldn't help it. "N-No," she shook her head. "Y-You can't leave me here!"
"Sure, we can," Kelly said. "This is the perfect place for you... Big babies like you love the playground!"
"And you can't get into any trouble in this swing," Ashley nodded. "You can just dangle up here and watch the other toddlers running around, having fun..."
"I'm not a baby!" Vickie fumed. "I'm not a toddler! I'm a big girl, and...!"
"Aww," Kelly smirked. "It is so adorable that you still think that! You've never been a big girl, and you never will be."
"Yes, I am!" Vickie protested. "I am!"
"I almost feel bad for her," Ashley said. "She wants it so bad... No matter she dresses the way she does. It's too bad some short skirts and crop tops aren't enough to make it true, Vickie. Not when you still haven't learned how to keep your diapies clean."
Finally, Sawyer strutted over, wiping her mouth and grinning. "Well, well, well," she raised an eyebrow. "What is going on here, Vickie?"
Vickie's eyes widened, her mouth falling open uselessly, not knowing how to respond, the previous version of this dream, and her memories, offering no assistance. "I-I..." she stammered, dumbfounded.
"Go on," Kelly urged. "Tell your babysitter what you did."
"Uh-oh," Sawyer's eyes lit up. "What did you do, Vickie? And right in front of your friends..."
"I-I..." Vickie started again, looking around at the other three girls, expecting them to take over, to blurt it out for her and save her a little embarrassment. They were all silent, watching eagerly, wanting to hear it from her own mouth. "I-I... I-I had an accident."
"Tell her what kind," Jordan ordered.
"That's right, Vickie," Sawyer leaned forward. "Tell me... After all, those big diapers of yours can definitely handle a tinkle or two... And there's no way you'd do anything other than that, is there? Not a big girl like you!" Vickie blushed bright red, staring down at the ground swaying beneath her. "Victoria! You didn't! You'd better tell me the truth right now, young lady, or you're getting a spanking!"
"I'd be happy to help with that," Jordan offered. Vickie swallowed anxiously, staring up at the girl's muscular body, thinking back to seeing her at the mall, how Jordan and Liz had tricked her into being caught in wet trainers, had mocked her for getting spanked at her age in the first place... As if she was reading her mind - and, perhaps, since it was a dream, she was - Jordan smirked, told her, "I think it's time you see what a real spanking is like, Vickie... Once I have you over my knee, you'll never even think about misbehaving again." All of the sudden, she was holding a paddle, tapping it against her open palm threateningly, making Vickie's diaper warm as she wet herself in fear.
"Don't worry," Sawyer said. "If she's a naughty girl, there's plenty of her to go around... You're all welcome to help spank her."
"Oh, I don't know," Ashley, of all people, spoke up. Kelly had the most history with Vickie, and the most reason to dislike her, yet Vickie got the sense that Ashley was the one who despised her the most, so it was odd to hear her disagree that she needed to be spanked. "It's so nice to see her dressing appropriately for once... I think she ought to be rewarded." Vickie heard the familiar hum of a small, but powerful, motor, and Ashley held up her hands, showing off a vibrator.
That would definitely be better than a spanking, though... In a messy diaper?! Vickie blushed, shaking her head, even as the very thought of it made her feel strange inside, and not in a completely bad way...
"No, no," Kelly finally added her piece. "There's only one thing someone like her needs, and that's a nice, fresh diaper." And, of course, she had one suddenly, squeezing it to make it crinkle. "Now, why don't you tell us all why that is, Vickie?"
They all knew, even Sawyer, of that Victoria had no doubt, but she knew herself that wasn't the point. She didn't want to say it, not here, at this playground where she'd taken so many babysitting charges over the years, where she'd put Sawyer through what was quite possibly the most humiliating experience of her life... Ultimately, however, it was inevitable. She had to do it, to get it over with. "I-I messed my pants," she mumbled.
"What was that?" Sawyer demanded. "There's no way I heard that correctly... What did you do, Vickie?"
"I filled my diaper!" Vickie yelled out in frustration, kicking her feet beneath her. "I pooped myself, okay?! Are you happy?!"
And then, to her surprise, her feet were back on solid ground. She looked around, shocked to find herself standing in Sawyer's bedroom, her diaper drooping heavily beneath the tiny dress, her arms folded, the image of herself in the mirror one that she recognized instantly.
After she'd gotten Sawyer out of the swing, she'd walked her home as quickly as she could, had even apologized to her... But Sawyer had been seething, and as soon as they were in her room, out of the public eye, she'd thrown a tantrum, yelling and screaming about how this was all Vickie's fault, how she hated her, and how awful a babysitter she was...
And Vickie remembered how she'd responded to that, too. She'd thought she'd done a good job keeping the girl's friends from finding out what had happened, had resisted the urge to tease her too much, as tempting as it had been... She'd felt bad for Sawyer, until her little fit; after that, not so much.
"What did you say, young lady?" Sawyer asked, the same thing Vickie had done once Sawyer had calmed down a bit, giving her one last chance. Vickie turned to face her, trying to think of what Sawyer could have said then to make her change her mind, only to fall silent at the vision that awaited her.
Before, Sawyer had been wearing the clothes Vickie had been wearing that day. Now, that had definitely changed... Vickie, in fact, would never have had the guts to wear the robe Sawyer was in, not around anyone else at least. It was thin, almost see-through, barely held in place enough to keep from being obscene by a loose strip of fabric tied around her waist, splitting open to let her long legs, and the curve of her breasts, be seen, whether Vickie wanted to stare at them or not.
Sawyer hadn't been able to come up with a satisfactory answer, either, although Vickie knew it wasn't for the same reason, that she'd never looked as stunning as Sawyer did now. "So, you have nothing to say for yourself?" she'd shaken her head, sitting down on the edge of Sawyer's bed.
Sawyer did exactly that; unlike Victoria, she reached over, picking up the paddle Jordan had offered from a small pile, leaving behind the diaper and the vibrator. They were alone in the room, but with those items there, it still felt like the other three girls were there, watching, laughing. "Fine, then," Sawyer echoed Vickie's old words. "I know what bratty little girls like you need."
In a flash, Vickie way over Sawyer's lap, legs kicking wildly as the paddle cracked across the seat of her full diaper, squelching the contents mercilessly. Thankfully, in a dream, it didn't really hurt, but that didn't stop it from being utterly humiliating, being completely unable to stop it, to escape, Sawyer pinning her down, paddling her mercilessly...
Vickie was blubbering by the end, and fully expected to be taken to the bathroom, put in the corner while Sawyer drew her a bath, as had been the ending of this little adventure in the real world. Instead, Sawyer stroked her padded backside for a moment, cooing, "Poor little baby," before rolling her over on her lap, letting her stare up at her in her tiny robe...
And then, to Vickie's shock, she pulled the robe open, gathering Vickie up in her arms, lifting her up, pushing her towards the huge breasts that she'd just exposed. Vickie was in completely new territory, but she still should have recognized this, should have known what was happening. Perhaps she did, and couldn't believe it, refused to accept it. "Wh-What are you...?" she whimpered.
That was as far as she got before Sawyer pressed her against her bosom, pushing Vickie's mouth right around her nipple. Sawyer gasped, squirming frantically, trying to beg Sawyer to stop it. All she accomplished, however, by moving her mouth was sending a squirt of warm, sweet milk into her mouth. She wrinkled her nose, disgusted and humiliated, but there was nothing she could do about it... She had to swallow it as more started to fill her mouth, a bit trickling down her cheeks...
She was getting breastfed! She couldn't let this happen... This was something that only the littlest babies did! But there was no way for her to stop it now, if there ever had been, her every attempt just sending more milk into her mouth, and down her throat... She managed a pitiful, "Pl-Please, don't!" when Sawyer moved her to her other nipple; the girl didn't even pause, and in no time, Vickie was gulping down more breast milk.
Her tummy was feeling almost as full as her diaper by the end of it, leaving her swaying on her feet when Sawyer finally lifted her down off her lap, setting her on the floor. She didn't think it was just her imagination, either, a glimpse in the mirror showing more of a tummy beneath the dress, straining against the snug waistband of her diaper, making her look like she'd regained some of her baby fat, giving her an even more infantile look compared to the radiant, mature Sawyer.
"I know what you need now," Sawyer told her, reaching over, picking up the diaper Kelly had offered. Vickie nodded dumbly, not wanting it, but too overwhelmed to argue... She was just glad for the thought of being out of this dirty diaper at last.
Sawyer stood up, spreading the diaper out on the bed, Vickie numbly toddling towards it... To her surprise, however, Sawyer turned, sitting on the diaper herself, pulling it up between her legs, taping it in place. "Wh-What?" Vickie stared up at Sawyer, confused.
"Watch this," Sawyer grinned, grabbing Vickie, pushing her closer to her padded crotch, her nose inches away as she blushed and squealed, making it impossible to miss the telltale sound of hissing as she started to pee herself.
The padding never discolored, though, never started to grow wet and heavy... Not that padding, at any rate. Vickie squeaked, her hands shooting to her own diaper, feeling exactly that happening there. She might have believed it was from her breastfeeding, that she was having an accident at the same time as Sawyer, except she didn't feel any relief in her aching bladder...
After a few moments, Sawyer let go of her, letting her stumble back, frowning at the other girl's still perfectly dry diaper while Sawyer calmly got off the bed and squatted down, beginning to push and grunt... "Sawyer, no!" Vickie pleaded, as soon as she was able to process what she was seeing in front of her.
Sure enough, just like before, Sawyer's own diaper stayed clean and fresh, while Vickie felt hers begin to fill more, straining and swelling, the tights looking ready to split as they continued keeping her loaded diaper cradled as close as possible to her. "Stop it!" she whined, for all the good it did her.
"Aww, poor baby," Sawyer teased. "Poor stupid, helpless baby... You just can't help it, can you?"
"I'm not doing it!" Vickie pouted. "You know that!"
Sawyer reached behind her, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it to Vickie's diaper, turning it on. Victoria gasped, feeling it even through everything in her diaper, trying to pretend that, as grossed out as she was by everything, that she wasn't also getting turned on by the buzzing. Sawyer's other arm snaked behind Vickie, pulling her in closer to her, pinning the vibrator between both of their diapers, Sawyer holding Vickie tightly against it, keeping her from being able to wiggle away, to escape... Not that, after a few moments, Vickie particularly wanted to.
Victoria could appreciate when another woman was sexy, but she'd never kissed one of them, never really had the desire, outside, perhaps, of doing it when she was drunk at a party to turn on whatever boy she was actually trying to get with... Now, however, with the Hitachi vibrating away on her diaper, she couldn't resist the urge to lean up, towards Sawyer's lips.
She half expected Sawyer to turn away, to mock her, but, to her surprise, Sawyer kissed her back passionately, the pair of them lost in a tangle of pleasure and Pampers, until, all at once...
Vickie gasped, trying to sit up, only to be stopped by the tight sleeping bag zipped shut around her. She panted, face red, remembering, shocked at how turned on she felt, despite the state of her diaper, feeling nearly as full here, in the real world, as it had in the dream.
She never would have dreamed of touching herself like this, in a messy diaper... But she was so desperate after the abrupt ending of her dream, so horny, that she might have considered it... If only she could have moved her hands in the sleeping bag. She groaned, wiggling helplessly, looking around at the other girls, fast asleep. She had no idea what time it was, though she could tell it was still dark out.
Taking into account how early she'd been put to bed, it would probably be quite a while before any of the others woke up to help her out of the sleeping bag, or change her diaper... And there was no way she was going to get back to sleep now, especially not without relieving a little tension, no matter how mortifying that concept was, all things considered.
It took a long time for her to inch her hand from her side up her leg, over to her diaper, the bag allowing only the tiniest of movements. She was afraid that, by the time she got there, the others would be awake, and there was no way she would ever do this in front of them - it was bad enough she was doing it at all! Finally, she had her hand against the squishy crotch of her diaper.
Feeling naughtier than ever, she began to rub... And rub, and rub. It didn't do her any good; all she could do was squish the mess around. The diaper itself was too thick for her to feel anything through, at least with the minimal movements she was able to do inside the sleeping bag.
Part of her was glad, was relieved she hadn't been able to give in to her base urges, recognizing how crazy it was that she'd even gotten that far... The rest of her groaned in frustration, settling in for the long, long wait for her 'babysitters' to wake up and change her out of this yucky diaper, hoping that, by then, she would have cooled off a little. Seeing as every time she shut her eyes, she could feel the buzzing of the Hitachi from her dream, however, could feel Sawyer's soft lips on hers, she had a feeling that wasn't going to happen, and that she'd just have to endure the torture of not being able to do anything about it, to take herself that last little bit over the edge, no matter how much she wanted to...