Published: April 22nd 2023, 12:00:01 pm
"Silly little Vickie," Emery taunted, pulling the smaller girl in closer to her, leaving Victoria no choice other than to stumble closer, soggy diaper crinkling as she moved closer and closer, feeling like she was being dragged helplessly towards a trap that was about to spring, fully aware of what was happening, yet unable to do anything to avoid it. "It's too bad you're such a bad girl... We could have had so much fun together..."
"Oh, I think we still will," Tasha giggled beside her.
Emery grinned. "We will," she agreed. "I don't think she will, though..."
Vickie gulped and squirmed on her leash as she took the last, toddling step, ending up right in front of the pair, staring up at them and their stunning bodies. "Wh-What are you going to do to me?" she squeaked, her still-throbbing bottom wiggling anxiously in her diaper, recalling the one she'd gotten at the nursery, not ready to repeat that anytime soon if she could help it... But knowing, if that was what they had in mind, there was nothing she could do about it.
She hadn't thought there was anywhere further she could go, however, Emery yanked the leash one last time, sending Vickie bumping into her, and her breasts, holding her there, eyes drilling into the smaller girl's, Vickie's cheeks burning as she was reminded of the last experience she'd had, not that long ago, this close to another woman's chest here in the mall. To her horror, she felt her mouth begin to water at the memory, despite how mortifying it had been in the moment.
"That's the fun thing, Vickie," Emery told her. "Anything we want... What are you going to do about it? Pee your pants at us?"
"I think she is!" Tasha pointed out gleefully, Vickie doing her best to pull away from the gravitational force of Emery's gaze as she realized it was true, all that liquid she'd had today, in the fitting room and the nursery, helping keep the flow going almost constantly, especially now, her nerves frayed as she was handed off to these strangers to be disciplined.
"Is that true, Vickie?" Emery asked mockingly. "Are you piddling your Pampers right now?"
Vickie wanted to deny it, to pretend otherwise; she already knew Emery wasn't shy about checking her, though, and if she lied, and was caught... She couldn't give them another reason she deserved to be punished. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she replied quietly.
The pair laughed, Emery pushing Vickie backwards so she could lift up her skirt and poke at the padding, Tasha joining in. "You really need these things, don't you? They're not just for show?"
Vickie started to shake her head, but stopped short. She could make the argument that this was an extenuating circumstance, and yet... She had been having a lot of accidents lately anyway, hadn't she? And, after everything else that had happened today, with as scared as she was of what Emery might do, she was terrified of doing anything that could be construed as a fib. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she repeated, the words hitting her as they left her mouth, confessing to it out loud, recognizing that it was, most likely, true.
Thanks to Sawyer and Taylor, and what they'd done to her this summer, she did, indeed, need her diapers. She might not be fully incontinent, however, she was well on her way, and had no way of stopping it, of putting the brakes on this and halting the progress before it hit that point. Considering the 'progress' she'd made so far this summer, was there any way of preventing it from going all the way? The start of the next semester seemed so far away, viewed with that lens...
"Poor thing," Emery patted her on the head. "Don't worry, I'm not mad at you for being a pathetic little diaper-wetter... I'm mad at you for telling lies. And I do appreciate you telling me the truth now. It shows me you're willing to learn... At least when you're terrified."
"I-I can learn, ma'am!" Vickie nodded.
"That's good," Emery praised her. "Because of that, I'm not going to bend you over one of these tables and paddle your bottom."
Vickie gulped, staring around at the display tables, imagining being pushed down on top of them, face buried in panties or bras as she thrashed, her already sore backside getting yet another spanking. "Th-Thank you," she sniffled.
"And since you're so eager to learn, we're going to have you help us out here," Emery continued.
"Y-You want me to fold stuff?" Vickie asked. That would be embarrassing, too, having to wander around the store in her toddler dress and diapers, straightening up the tables, having to handle underwear that there was no question she was not qualified to wear, but if it kept her from rear from being thrashed...
"No, no," Emery shook her head. "I couldn't trust someone who doesn't even know how to keep her pants dry with doing that... I have something else in mind for you. First, though, we need to measure you."
Vickie's brow furrowed. "M-Measure me? For what?"
Emery and Tasha looked at one another, laughed. "She really isn't very smart, is she?" Tasha snickered, as if either of them had known her long enough to be able to tell one way or the other.
"No wonder she hasn't worked out how to use the potty yet," Emery added.
"I have so!" Vickie stomped her Mary Janes in indignation.
"Oh, Vickie," Emery sighed. "You know better than to lie... That's what started this whole mess, dummy!"
"I use the potty all the time!" Vickie protested, only to catch herself. That had been true, not so long ago, back when she never would have dreamed of using that word to refer to the toilet, except as a joke... Now, she could barely remember the last time she'd done that. It probably hadn't been all that long ago, really, but it seemed like it, her more recent history of doing all of that in her diapers clouding out those memories. "I-I mean... I-I used to..."
"No way," Tasha scoffed. "I bet you never, ever got potty trained in your entire life. I bet you've never even worn a pair of big girl underwear."
"Yes, I did!" Vickie pouted. "I bought panties here!"
"You did, huh?" Emery smirked, Vickie suddenly beginning to feel like she'd made a mistake, like she'd walked right into the trap at last, after having been convinced she'd avoided it. "We can check on that, you know... Come on, let's see if she's fibbing again!"
She pulled on the leash, hauling Vickie over to the computer. She considered making something up when they asked for her phone number, but she didn't think that would help her case, so she gave the real thing, watching the two girls load up her purchase history, scrolling through it bemusedly.
"Look at how tiny and slutty these panties are," Tasha pointed out. "I wouldn't even wear those, and I could probably pull them off."
Vickie blushed at the implication. "W-Well, I did!" she sniffed.
"No," Emery replied cattily, "you didn't."
"Yes, I did!" Vickie whined, staring longingly at the picture on the screen, remembering how she'd used to dress, before the summer had begun, feeling a pang of remorse for her old life. "If you have a pair now, I'll show you!"
"They'd never fit over your diapers," Emery said. "And I'm not trusting you to wear anything thinner. It does seem like you used to, though..."
"See?" Vickie jumped in. "I told you I wasn't lying!"
"You think that makes you look better?" Emery chuckled. "Some of these aren't that long ago... Is that seriously all the time it took for you to completely lose your potty training?"
Vickie bit her bottom lip, wishing she hadn't taken her paci out to begin with, that she'd left it clamped between her lips rather than dangling at the front of her dress. Emery was right... That was pretty sad, wasn't it? And if she'd kept her mouth shut, they'd never have known how rapid her descent had been.
"And look at this!" Tasha exclaimed, having remained at the computer, diving further into Vickie's history. "Every single one of the bras she's bought here are the ones with the most padding... I wonder why that is?"
Vickie shifted, arms raising up, crossing in front of her chest, as the two well-endowed girls turned to stare at it, to get their answer. "I don't even think they were the right size," Emery peered at the listings. "What's wrong, Vickie? Were you too afraid to get properly fitted?"
"I did!" Vickie grumbled.
"We'll see about that," Emery snickered. "Assuming we have a tape measure small enough for you."
She opened up one of the drawers of the desk the computer was sitting on, rifling through a selection of cloth tape measures, pulling out a tiny pink one, the earlier promise - or threat, as it had felt then, and even more-so now - making sense now. These two beautiful girls, who might as well have been models, were going to fit her for a bra, right in the middle of the store.
The first time had been mortifying, and she'd insisted they go into the privacy of a fitting room for that, the worker promising it was just between them. Theoretically, Vickie supposed that was true... The things she'd bought, on the other hand, complete with their sizes, were not, however. The worker had been nice about it, though Vickie had thought she'd seen a hint of a smile on the woman's face when she saw the numbers, when she'd left Vickie there in the fitting room, telling her, "Let me go check... I think we carry some stuff in that size in-store, but I'm not positive. We might have to order them online."
Now it was happening all over again, in public, with a pair of workers who didn't care about her privacy, who seemed, in fact, to delight in her discomfort. "Arms up!" Emery grinned. "Put them waaay up in the sky for me!"
"C-Can't we...?" Vickie's eyes flicked towards the fitting rooms, well aware of what the answer would be.
"Up!" Emery ordered. Vickie sighed, lifting her arms, feeling her dress rising up in response, showing off even more of her diaper. She tried not to stare as Emery leaned in close to wrap the measuring tape around her chest, giving the smaller girl a perfect view of her own as she did so. "Hmm..." she frowned, looking at the result. "You know what? This dress is so big and frilly, and, at your size, every little bit matters for getting the right fit, so..."
Vickie barely had time to register what she'd said, much less what it meant, before Tasha had grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, Vickie's arms already helpfully in the position to allow that. Vickie squealed, trying to hide her breasts with her hands, head spinning with shame at the reactions of Tasha and Emery that made it obvious she was too late, that they'd seen.
"Don't make me tell you again, young lady!" Emery snapped, recovering from her amusement quickly. "Arms up!"
"B-But..." Vickie whimpered. She was standing in the middle of the store, diaper fully visible beneath her tights, having run out of limbs to hide that as well as her bare chest, her legs futilely twisting together in shame, which did nothing to disguise what she had on between them... If she lifted her hands...
"It isn't too late for me to change my mind about that spanking," Emery threatened.
Vickie groaned and stamped her feet, then, glowering, moved her hands away, exposing her flat chest. It had seemed, to her, like it had been getting even smaller lately, after she'd started to test those drugs. She'd thought it was her imagination for sure, but...
"Wow," Emery snorted. "We don't carry anything in this size! Maybe you should try the kids' store!"
Was she lying, trying to make Vickie feel bad? She hadn't even gone off to check, like the first worker had, coming back with the smallest size they kept in stock... Perhaps she just knew they didn't carry that size in this location... Or maybe, at her new size, there simply wasn't anything for her here...
"What about a sports bra?" Tasha suggested. "We do have some in extra small."
"Good point," Emery nodded. "They're pretty stretchy, so they might start out tiny enough for little Vickie."
Tasha rushed off to get one, fetching a bright pink one. It was plain, no frills, no decorations other than the band at the bottom emblazoned with the words 'Victoria's Secret,' which felt extra ironic right above the bulge of her diaper under her translucent tights. There was definitely no extra padding in there, nothing to help her out... It might as well have been a training bra; in fact, she knew girls who had worn this very style of bra when they were younger for that exact purpose, who hadn't wanted to go with a more girly bralette instead.
"My mistake," Emery smirked. "I guess we had one thing that fit you here. It's a good thing, too... I could hardly let you do your punishment without anything on up top, no matter how little you actually need anything there. It wouldn't have bothered me, but I imagine we'd get some complaints from the prudes who shop at the mall."
Vickie fidgeted. "Wh-What is my punishment?" she asked, not liking the sound of it already.
"Well, Victoria," Emery replied, the use of her full name somehow making Vickie feel more intimidated than her usual nickname, the way the girl let it slither off her tongue, "this is your store, isn't it? I think you ought to be advertising it!"
"A-Advertising?" Vickie frowned as Emery gave the leash a tug, sauntering towards the front of the store, pulling her along with her. "Like... Y-You want me to go pass out flyers or something?" Her stomach churned at the idea of wandering around in front of the store like this, trying to entice people to come inside...
"No, no," Emery told her. "I wouldn't make you do that... I'd be afraid someone would see how cute you are and try to snatch you up for their own. I need you somewhere safe and sound..."
Emery pushed aside a panel, Vickie's eyes widening as she saw what was on the other side, as she realized that it was the background for the window display. She shook her head, whimpering, attempting to dig her heels in, to keep from being pulled out there, where everyone passing by the store could see her, to no avail.
The display was set up to invoke a beach scene, with several lounge chairs, a volleyball net, even a volleyball sitting next to it, though there were no mannequins. Instead, the backdrop was a set of huge, cardboard panels, printed with images of hot models in skimpy swimsuits, posing and laughing, seemingly all staring down at Vickie, judging her...
"Let's see," Emery stroked her chin. "I know! You're trying to be a good, helpful little girl... So we'll pose you here..." She led Vickie over to the volleyball, pushing down on her shoulders, forcing her to squat down behind it. "You'll be reaching out like this, like you're running off to fetch it and take it back to the big girls so they can continue their game."
Vickie felt another rumble in her stomach as she was put into that position, one that made her wonder if the last bit of discomfort truly had been the result of her nerves, or something else... Something like that last bottle she'd drank at the nursery... "I-I..." she protested weakly, too cowed by the pretty girl in charge of her to admit what was going on, and too mortified at the thought of what would happen if she didn't to stay completely silent.
"Hush," Emery chastised her. "Mannequins don't talk. If I see you move a muscle, I'm going to make sure you regret it."
Vickie whined, biting down on her lip as that rumbling continued, too scared to do anything to try to quell it. Emery patted her on the head and stepped out of the window, sliding the panel back into place, leaving Vickie there, staring out in horror at the people on the other side of the glass...
She would have liked to believe there was no way this could get worse, but she knew that it could, and very likely would, that squatting there with a full tummy was only going to encourage that to happen...
She didn't anticipate the other way things could, and did, escalate, however. She had been squatting, legs shaking, sweat beading on her forehead, pretending to be a mannequin every time she saw somebody staring at her, laughing, grabbing their friends to point her out, for what felt like an hour, though, in reality, she was aware was much shorter, when she heard the background being moved again, head twitching, wanting to turn, but not daring to. Was Emery satisfied? Had she suffered enough?
A moment later, she saw somebody strut past her and realized it was, indeed, Emery. She wasn't there to release Vickie, however... She had stripped down herself, changed into a sexy swimsuit that only made her look hotter, something Vickie hadn't been sure was possible. She stacked up well even compared to the models on the backdrop, much less the petite Vickie.
"You didn't think I'd leave you out here all on your own, did you?" she winked, draping herself over the lounge chair, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto her face.
Vickie wished she had... Now, there was somebody real, tangible, for passers-by to compare her to, instead of just the pictures. And now, she really had to be careful about staying still, not squirming, even when the cramps began to hit... Which meant there was no hope of her getting out of this without filling her diaper right in the middle of the Victoria's Secret window display, and in front of Emery.