Published: June 24th 2023, 12:00:02 pm
"Miss Emery!" Vickie squealed when the girl finally emerged, back in her regular clothes, toddling over as quickly as she could. "A-Am I done now? C-Can I...?"
"Don't be silly," Emery patted her on the diaper. "I have to ring everybody up now, and I'll need you to help out everybody else while I'm doing that."
Vickie whimpered, staring at the long line that had formed while Emery had been gone, Tasha happily ignoring it as she talked to Sawyer and Taylor. Was she going to be trapped doing this all day?! Letting these annoying girls make fun of her, keep showing them how badly the bras fit her, because her breasts were too small, and the panties did the same for the opposite reason, thanks to her giant, messy diaper?!
To be honest, it was a little confusing... She knew there were bras that did fit her here, and yet, no matter how scrawny the girl who came up to her to make her try one on, like their own personal mannequin, before they bought it, they were all loose on her now. She'd always considered herself flat-chested, since she basically was, but the term had seemed more and more accurate lately, as if what little she had was slowly fading away... She'd assumed it was her imagination, or a psychological effect of being treated like a toddler for so long. Could she possibly have been right all along?!
On top of that, while she rarely got a good look at her backside without a diaper on it to give it some extra padding, there was a part of her that thought, when she did, that it was getting bigger, as if the fat from her chest was making its way down there, somehow, her body rearranging itself while she was as helpless to do anything about it as she was to stop the rapid decline of her potty training. Her diaper was definitely much soggier now than it had been when she'd started 'working,' and she didn't recall ever consciously noticing it happen. She just hoped the tights were thick enough that, even if they did nothing to hide the diaper itself, they had kept anyone from seeing the padding grow darker as she piddled in front of them, at least.
"Please, no," she shook her head, stomach churning at the idea of continuing. "I-I can't do it any more..."
Emery sighed. "Honestly... You can't get good help these days." Vickie wanted to point out to the customers that she didn't actually work here, that she wasn't being paid for anything she'd done for them, or her time posing out in the window, or anything else, but she didn't want Emery to get any more mad at her than she probably was as a result of her giving up.
"I-I'm really sorry," she tried, hoping that would win her some points. "I'm not as good as you at this..."
"Or anything," Emery informed her smugly. "Other than filling your Pampers... You did that very well, sweetie. In fact, I bet that's what has you so fussy. You need a change, don't you?"
Vickie's eyes widened, her head beginning to shake again. She did... She'd messed her pants yet again, had been dealing with that squelching between her legs, growing ickier the longer she stayed in it, the more she wet herself on top of it... But, as much as she wanted out of it, into some fresh padding, since she knew better than to hope she'd be allowed to wear anything else, despite being surrounded by actual big girl panties, she couldn't say yes, not when she was positive it was going to lead to another person, another stranger, basically, changing her.
She might not like her sitters, but she was used to them, and they'd done it for her countless times by now... She'd rather wait until they took her out to a bathroom, or even back home. In general, the sooner she got away from the mall, and to the privacy of her own room, whether it be to be tucked directly into bed or not, the better.
"You don't?" Emery smirked. "Does somebody like the feel of her dirty diapers?" Vickie's cheeks burned bright red, shaking her head much more vehemently. "You want to stay in it, so I think you must," Emery said, looking around the store. "It's too bad we don't have any stuffed animals or pillows around, so you could show us."
"What was that?" Sawyer asked, Vickie flinching as she heard the girl's voice right behind her, after she'd just seen her on the other side of the store. Had she seen Emery talking to her and wanted to come see what was happening? Or had Emery signaled Tasha to send her over? Either way, she couldn't help feeling a bit trapped, Sawyer on one side of her, Emery on the other.
"Little Victoria here wanted to show us all how much she loves her diapers," Emery explained. "But the only thing we have that she could do that with would be a mannequin, and that didn't seem appropriate for her." Vickie blushed at that mental image, though at least that felt slightly more mature than the alternatives Emery had suggested.
Sawyer's face lit up. "I think that's a wonderful idea," she smiled. "She's had a long day... And ever since she told me what she'd been up to earlier, I've been wondering if I should go buy her a little present. I'll be right back."
"Wh-What?" Vickie watched her go uncertainly, squirming in place. "Wh-What are...?"
"Well, while we wait for that," Emery announced, "I'll get you all on the register on the right. Feel free to wait for the show once you're rung up, though!"
"No, there's no show," Vickie protested, while everyone's attention stayed on Emery, following her to the registers, ignoring Vickie altogether. She fidgeted anxiously, a part of her almost tempted to make a run for the front door... But after what had happened last time, there was no chance she'd actually go through with it. All she could do was stand there awkwardly and wait to see what Sawyer had planned, while an audience rapidly built up around her.
She had no clue what Sawyer had in mind, was anticipating the worst, yet still was unprepared when she saw the girl return carrying a huge teddy bear, one that immediately brought to mind her dream of Miss Twinkletoes. How could Sawyer have possibly known about that?! Or did she just remember Lisa's big plushy? What would have made her think to get one for Vickie?!
And then she remembered what she'd said back in the daycare, trying to lessen the severity of her misbehavior, make it seem less like she'd actively run away. It hadn't been that long ago she'd made up the lie, though, with everything that had happened, and how quickly she'd had to come up with it, it wasn't that unusual that she'd forgotten it for a moment or two, not made the connection immediately.
"Here you go!" Sawyer declared, setting the bear down in front of Vickie. "It didn't feel right to let some kid wind up with it after you tried to violate it, you nasty little girl... It is the same one, isn't it?"
Vickie gulped, staring up at the beady, black, plastic eyes, not sure if this was a test or not, what she was meant to say. "I-I think so?" she shrugged, wriggling in place.
"It's strange," Sawyer mused. "It wasn't in a crib... But there were no bears in any of the cribs on display. I guess somebody must have dragged it out of there after you left. It was the biggest bear in the store, however, so I assumed it must be it."
"Y-Yeah, that's probably what happened," Vickie agreed.
"Hmm," Sawyer pursed her lips. "Well, anyway... Go on, then, Vickie. Show everybody what you were doing earlier."
Vickie felt her thumb slide its way into her mouth. "B-But..."
"You're going to argue with me?" Sawyer replaced Vickie's thumb with her pacifier before putting her hands on her hips.
Vickie pouted, shook her head. "No, ma'am," she mumbled past her paci, toddling over to the bear, reluctantly straddling it, right in front of the whole store, sitting down across its leg, feeling the mushy mess squish against her bottom. The one good thing, she told herself as she obediently began to perform, grinding against the toy, sucking harder on her pacifier as her heart rate began to pick up, as she felt the heat building up inside of her despite the mortification of what she was doing, purely because of how long it had been, how much she'd been teased today, both in dreams and in real life, was that there was no way she could actually get off, thanks to the hypnosis, no way for her giggling audience to see her use her diaper the one other way they hadn't already witnessed, perhaps the most embarrassing one, especially considering the state it was already in...
"Look at her go!" Emery chuckled from the cash register. "You really do love your stinky diapers, don't you, Victoria?"
"Well?" Sawyer demanded, giving Vickie's bucking backside a sharp swat.
"Y-Yes!" Vickie moaned obediently, humping harder as she grew more turned on, her body not recognizing that it didn't matter, desperate for a release it hadn't had since the beach, not listening to her brain when it attempted to remind it that it wasn't coming. "I-I love my messy diapees!"
Her cheeks darkened, hearing the people around her laughing, throwing around words like "pathetic" and "sad," knowing those were all fair, that, given what was happening, they were accurate assessments. They hadn't even seen her try to fight back, to resist... As far as they knew, she'd just told the truth, rather than being coerced into lying to keep her babysitter, and her other tormentor, happy. She couldn't really blame them for assuming she did, indeed, truly enjoy her poopy Pampers, the way she was acting.
"Oh, Vickie," Sawyer rolled her eyes. "You are such a princess potty pants."
It took Vickie by surprise, the orgasm coming almost as soon as the words were out of Sawyer's mouth, and had hit Vickie's ears, activating the trigger. She squealed in pleasure, back arching, toes curling, leaving absolutely no doubt for the spectators what Vickie had just done, further confirming the truth of her last statement. She collapsed onto the bear, sweating, panting, both glad to have been allowed to do that again at last and humiliated at where, and how, it had happened.
Vickie blinked, finally able to sit up, to look around, seeing her audience now mostly staring at their phones, comparing them to one another. "W-Wait!" she gasped, stumbling to her feet clumsily. "Y-You didn't take pictures, did you?! O-Or record it?!" She toddled up to the crowd, pouting. "You hafta erase it! You all hafta erase it!"
"Victoria," Emery called from the register. "We've talked about this, dear... You can't tell the customers what they have to do."
"I don't work here!" Vickie stomped her foot in frustration.
"Not for long, if you keep up with that attitude," Emery agreed. "All right, I think you've had enough fun. Tasha, can you come change her?"
"C-Can't..?" Vickie looked up at Sawyer desperately.
"I'd love for somebody else to have to deal with your yucky diapers for once," Sawyer teased. "And I did buy an extra changing mat, since you can never have too many..."
Vickie squeaked as she saw Sawyer pull it out of a shopping bag, lying it down right next to the teddy bear. "N-No, the bathroom is..." she pointed out the door of the store. There might be one in the back, too, but she knew there was one out in the mall, not that far from here. Surely she'd be taken there... Right?!
"It isn't your break time," Emery told her. "So you can't leave."
Vickie gulped as the much taller Tasha stepped up to her, making her feel like even more of a baby in front of her, while Taylor trailed after, getting supplies out of her own shopping bags. "Come on, squirt," Tasha urged, giving the changing mat a pat. Vickie glanced around, confirming that the phones were still up, still ready to document this mortifying display... But what did it matter? Vickie was helpless, defeated, utterly humiliated already... She was going to, couldn't, fight back any more...
"Y-Yes, ma'am," she nodded, sitting down with a squelch, lying back, eyes closed as her tights were slid down over her swollen diaper. She heard the sound of the diaper's tapes being ripped open, felt the cool air against her, the bite of the colder baby wipes on her skin as she nursed her paci harder and harder. The clean diaper did feel wonderful as it was slid underneath her, and even after it was tugged up between her thighs, taped into place, though she didn't open her eyes yet, couldn't face the sight of all those phones aimed at her, watching her getting her dirty diaper changed in the middle of the store by some stranger, next to the oversized plushy that she'd just humped.
That meant she had no warning before her sports bra was yanked up and over her head, leaving her in only her tights, diaper, Mary Janes, and pacifier bobbing between her lips. Her eyes flew open while she whimpered, but, thankfully, Tasha didn't leave her like that for long, arms crossed over her flat chest. It was longer than Vickie would have preferred, of course, as she looked through Sawyer and Taylor's shopping bags, finally settling on a pink party dress, shorter and flouncier than the purple one she'd worn into the store, the skirt barely reaching the waistband of her diaper.
Vickie was certain that was it, that the girl had to be finished dressing her up, after buckling the baby reins back into place... And then she produced a baby bonnet in a matching pink, trimmed with white lace, tying it around Vickie's head.
Vickie groaned, eyes darting over to the teddy bear once again, her fresh diaper warm already. The last time she'd worn a bonnet had been back in that same dream she'd had with Miss Twinkletoes... Had Sawyer and Taylor known that, somehow?! Or was it a coincidence? Bonnets were quite infantile, so it was hardly shocking they'd have bought one for her, but still... It really felt like she'd fallen back into that nightmare, except now it was even worse, and there was no waking up from it.
"Perfect," Tasha declared, Vickie's growing crowd of adoring fans agreeing, taking even more pictures of her, standing there, completely infantilized, yet surrounded by so many skimpy, sexy underthings she would have loved to be able to wear, but had no use for, in the store that shared the same name as her... The second part of the store's name definitely didn't apply anymore, not after so many people had potentially recorded what had happened here, and could put it online, if they hadn't already...
"Adorable!" Emery grinned. "Now, then, Victoria, your last task is to thank everyone for shopping with us, individually. Be sure to give them all a nice curtsy!"
Why not? Vickie nodded numbly, waddling up to the nearest customer, spreading her skirt for a curtsy, almost instantly flashing the entirety of her diaper as she did so, what little of it hadn't already been on display. "Th-Thank you, ma'am," she mumbled behind her paci, wincing as the girl let out an, "Aww!" and snapped one last photo of Vickie.
"You are so welcome, cutie!" the girl pinched Vickie's cheeks.
That hadn't been awful, Vickie told herself, although it was difficult to maintain that attitude when she looked at how many more times she was going to have to do it... It didn't seem like any of them were interested in missing out, either, all waiting patiently for their turn to watch her perform, to take a picture, pat her on the head or diaper, smirk down at her one last time before heading out, phone full of humiliating evidence of the end result of a very long, mortifying day for Vickie.
"You're going to be a very good girl for your babysitters from now on, aren't you, Victoria?" Emery asked when, after what felt like hours, Vickie had worked her way through the crowd.
"Y-Yes, Miss Emery," Vickie nodded.
"Good girl," Emery praised her. "If you aren't, they can always come see me, and you can help us out around the store again."
Vickie used to love Victoria's Secret; now, she would have been happy to never return there. Not even specifically to this location... Any of them, she worried, would remind her of today. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she said quietly anyway, knowing that didn't matter, that, if Sawyer and Taylor decided to bring her here, she'd have to come, or else she'd be giving them even more of an excuse to make her visit Emery.
"All right, Vickie," Sawyer told her, taking the end of her baby reins. "Why don't you carry your bear? I don't think anyone else wants to touch it after what you did with it."
Vickie blushed, obediently wrestling the giant stuffed animal up and into her arms, feeling absolutely tiny behind it, dressed up like a toddler. "Oh, and this," Tasha added.
Vickie glanced down, seeing the girl poking at Vickie's used diaper, bundled up on the floor. She'd forgotten all about it, assumed Tasha had thrown it away already... Had it been in the background of all those pictures of her curtsying?! "D-Don't you have a trash can?" she asked.
"Vickie!" Taylor scolded. "Have you really learned nothing today, you little brat? When a grown-up tells you to do something, you do it!"
"Y-You're right!" Vickie nodded, awkwardly kneeling down, trying to reach around the bear to pick up the diaper as well. It was a good thing she had her baby reins, she supposed, since she'd never have been able to carry it all if she also had to hold one of her sitters' hands.
She didn't feel particularly lucky, however, toddling through the mall, dragging her teddy, obviously used diaper in front of her, while her new one, also quite clearly soggy beneath her tights by now, sticking out from beneath her dress behind her. She tried to throw out the diaper at every trash can they passed, and every time, her sitters stopped her, made her keep a hold of it, keep carrying it until they were out in the parking lot, and even then until they were almost at the car, until they'd passed most of the people who were headed inside, getting quite a few stares.
Sawyer took the bear from Vickie once they reached the car, setting it beside the girl in the back seat. A part of Vickie wanted to stay as far away from it as possible, but the rest of her was so worn out, physically and emotionally, that she couldn't help leaning against its soft fur, sucking peacefully on her pacifier, and, without meaning to, drifting off to sleep.