Victoria's Secret - Chapter 11 (Patreon)

"Come on," Victoria whined. "I can help!"

"Vickie, no," her mother sighed, going back to putting things into her overnight bag. "We just want to get this done, so we don't have time to look after you, too."

"You don't have to!" Victoria rolled her eyes. "I'm an adult, mom! You know that!"

Did she particularly feel like one, after having spent a couple days being babysat? No, not at all... But getting back to college, if only for however long it took her to get her room packed up for the summer, would certainly help like that, getting her away from Taylor and Sawyer, and their stupid training pants...

"Stop pestering your mom," her father ordered. "It's your fault we're having to do this in the first place, young lady."

"And that's why you should let me do it!" she insisted. "To show how sorry I am! If you had an extra set of hands..."

"Victoria," her mother finally snapped. "Go to your room. The longer you bother us, the later it will be before we can get moving."

Vickie gave up, not wanting to push her parents too far, trudging back to her bedroom, defeated, feeling very silly as she sat down on her bed, feeling the slight padding of her pink, butterfly decorated, trainers. Her sitters were gone for the day, so, theoretically, she could have taken them off, but unfortunately, there wasn't much else for her to change into... She'd pretty much already run through the underwear left in her drawer that she could still fit into, and, after doing the laundry to clean her pee and lemonade soaked training panties, Taylor and Sawyer had only returned those to her.

Once her parents got back, that would change... A lot would. She'd have all the clothes she normally wore, not the ones she'd left behind when she went off to college, including her underwear, thankfully. She'd have her purse, with her cell phone, her credits cards, and her keys, along with the car to go with them. She'd actually be able to go out and do things, dressed like the adult she was... Assuming her parents, or babysitters, allowed that.

She'd been putting off getting her room packed up for days before the party, telling herself it was more important to study - which was true, though she wasn't doing much of that, either - and it was nice not to have to worry about having to do it. It would have been rough, if everything had gone according to plan, to find the time to box everything up, get it in her car, and drive home the day after the party, especially considering the hangover she would have had... Since she wasn't a senior, however, she would have had to find some way to manage it. Her parents had talked the admins into letting her stuff stay there a couple extra days, until they had time to go do it, but usually, except in special circumstances, she would have been expected to be off campus that day.

Even though spending a day packing - or stuck in the car with her mom and dad, without her phone - didn't sound fun, it was still better than the alternative. She'd tried to make them see reason, but, of course, if they didn't trust her to stay at home during the day alone, there was no way they'd let her spend the night by herself.

"If I can't go, then why don't you wait and leave Saturday morning?" she'd asked, when they'd first told her their plan.

"That's a lot of driving for one day," her mother had told her.

"And we have to make sure we get back that night so I can work Sunday morning," her father had added. So, they were heading out that night so they could get started bright and early the next morning, and hopefully get back home at a decent hour.

Which meant Victoria was stuck at home, having a forced sleepover with Taylor and Sawyer, potentially a full twenty-four hours, or close to it, with them. The thought made Vickie's skin crawl, sitting there on her bed, wondering what they had cooked up for her. No matter how awkward things might get with her parents, or how much work it would be to pack up a room that she'd done almost no prep work on whatsoever, it was bound to be better than the alternative.

The babysitters hadn't left that long ago, had been gone barely long enough to justify going home at all, which made her all the more nervous. Why had they insisted on leaving and coming back, instead of hanging out while Victoria's parents packed? Vickie was certain she knew the answer, that they were getting things together for whatever they were going to do to her that night, but that didn't mean she had to like it, or couldn't hope that she was wrong. 

"The graduation ceremony is tomorrow," she gave one last-ditch effort, as her parents came in to say goodbye. "Can't I go with you so I could see that? It would be nice to get a preview for next year..."

Since the underclassmen all had to be gone a couple days beforehand, and Vickie was lazy enough not to want to drive back, she hadn't actually seen it... She knew what to expect, obviously, since most graduations were basically the same, and she had no doubt, like the rest, it would be deathly boring... But, by the time it started, she'd have been able to get into her room, grab some grown-up clothes - and, most importantly, panties - to change into, and she had some friends who would be walking the stage... She'd seen them at the party, and said some drunken farewells to them there, though she wouldn't mind taking a sober run at it... And not being trapped in her house with her sitters.

"If it meant that much to you, maybe you should have mentioned it before now," her mother pointed out, kissing her on the top of the head. "Besides, you're being punished, remember? If you don't learn your lesson, I'm afraid you might not make it to graduation, considering what your grades have been like this year."

"Fine," she sulked; she'd known it was a long shot, that her mom was right, that she should have thought of that excuse much earlier. Maybe it would have given her the edge she needed... As it was, it looked like there was no getting around this sleepover.

"There they are," her mom said, as the doorbell chimed. "Be a good girl and go let them in. I think they'll have a little surprise for you..."

That didn't sound good, even if her mother seemed to think it did. Victoria doubted she wanted any surprise her sitters could come up with... When she hesitated, however, all it got her was a stern, "Now," from her father.

She let out a long-suffering huff, heading to the front door. It was probably a good thing she was still in her trainers, she thought. They wouldn't have been happy to find her out of them when they returned, no matter how dry she'd kept them that day.

Sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, Sawyer gave her a one-armed hug, squealing, "There she is! We're gonna have so much fun!" while her other hand unzipped the girl's shorts. "Well, look at that... You're not as naughty as I thought."

"Sawyer!" Victoria blushed, grabbing at her shorts, which were starting to slide down, glancing behind herself, knowing her parents wouldn't be far behind. As far as she knew, the sitters hadn't told them about her training pants... And she doubted they would, if they caught a glimpse, probably finding it funnier to leave her struggling to come up with an explanation for them by herself.

That wasn't even her biggest worry, however, since she hadn't heard her mom and dad approaching, had been confident she had a few seconds of leeway to fix her falling pants; more important was the complete stranger standing there, beside the two babysitters, smirking away.

"Is she still dry?" Taylor asked. "We weren't here to take her to the potty..."

"Yes!" Vickie hissed, squirming as she watched the strange woman's face crack into a smile. Who was she?! She was taller than Victoria, though not by too much, her blonde hair rather long... She didn't seem that much older than Vickie, but, whether it was the way she held herself, the air she had about her, or just the fact she almost definitely in padded panties meant for a toddler, she felt so much more like an adult that Victoria couldn't help being intimidated. 

"Shockingly, yes," Sawyer corroborated. 

"It's not a shock!" Vickie glared at her, looking over her shoulder again, shrinking a bit as she turned back, saw the woman again. "I've never used the dumb things..."

It was a lie, but, hopefully, not as far as they knew. If they'd been aware of the state of her trainers before the lemonade dump in the mall, they hadn't brought it up, and Vickie had done her best to keep them dry ever since. There had been a couple close calls, closer than she liked, though, overall, they'd fared better than her panties had before the trainers.

So, in a way, like it or not, they had helped... She was so much more self-conscious about them, worried any slip-ups wouldn't dry out as quickly as they could in her underwear, knowing what fate would await her if she messed anything up, she'd managed to break free of whatever had been happening to her before, that had been making her pee herself so easily.

Finally, the stranger spoke up, and - while Victoria had never had any serious illusions that she wasn't going to be, considering who she'd come here with - proved she was on the side of the sitters. "That's very impressive," she told Vickie, patting her on the head condescendingly. "Such a big girl!"

Before Vickie could decide how to react, her parents caught up at last, overnight bags slung over their shoulders. "Thank you again for this, girls," Vickie's mother told Sawyer and Taylor. "I hope you're able to have some fun! And it's nice to meet you..."

"Tyler," the strange woman answered, holding out her hand. "Nice to meet you, too."

That gave Vickie her name, at least, but she still had no idea who she was, what she was doing here. There was no way she went to school with the girls... She was definitely too old for that... Wasn't she? Victoria refused to believe she could be younger than her; there was no way!

"Well, then," Sawyer said, once Vickie's parents were gone, the car pulling away and driving down the street, leaving Victoria all alone, "I guess it's time for the fun to start, huh?"

Vickie shivered, nibbling her bottom lip. "Umm... H-Hi," she told Tyler, offering her hand, the way the woman had to her parents. "Since they didn't introduce us..."

"Don't worry," Tyler chuckled. "I know... You're Vickie. You can call me Miss Tyler, if you'd like."

That stung a bit, after having heard her use a less formal version of her name for her parents, but they were probably older than the woman... Of course, she wasn't able to use that as an explanation for long. "You can put your stuff down anywhere, Ty," Taylor said. "We're going to be hanging in the living room."

Taylor and Sawyer were bustling around, Victoria unsure what, if anything, to do to help. "So, uh..." she watched Tyler, surveying the living room, sitting down at one end of the sofa. "Are you friends with Taylor because your names are so similar?" Tyler gave her a blank stare. "Y-You know," Vickie doubled down, blushing. "Taylor, Tyler?"

"Miss Tyler," she corrected. "And yes, that's exactly it." Her tone made it obvious how silly she found the observation, and Victoria by extension. Vickie didn't know her, or where she'd come from, but it still hurt, making her all the more desperate for her approval.

"H-How do you know them, though? Miss Tyler?" she added the last after a pointed look, not knowing if Tyler would tattle on her for not being polite enough or not. 

"It is mostly Taylor I'm familiar with," Tyler admitted. "I helped her with a little... problem she had."

She didn't clarify further, and Vickie wasn't sure she wanted her to. "A-And why are you here?" she asked instead, after a long, awkward silence.

Tyler smiled down at her, tapping her on the nose. "Well, who doesn't love a sleepover?"

Vickie had a feeling she didn't, or at least wouldn't love this one, or even like it... But, fortunately, she didn't say it out loud, as the sitters returned from the kitchen, bearing a large bowl of popcorn.

"Who's ready for a movie?" Sawyer trumpeted.

Taylor and Tyler cheered their approval; Vickie was more hesitant. She didn't mind the idea, of course... It was just that the girls only let her watch stuff meant for kids during the day, and, considering how things had gone with Tyler, she had a feeling it wouldn't be much better with her there.

"I heard about the perfect movie on Netflix," Taylor said. "It's a new rom-com, and it has that hot guy from..." she paused, looking to Vickie. "But maybe it isn't appropriate."

"True," Sawyer nodded. "I bet there's kissing involved, huh? I don't know if little Vickie even knows what that is..."

Victoria knew they were baiting her, but she couldn't help herself, not with Tyler sitting there, watching. "Of course I do!" she sulked. "I'm almost a senior in college, you know!"

"Barely," Sawyer informed Tyler. "Her mommy showed me her grades, and they were almost as stinky as her diapers."

"I don't wear diapers!" Vickie growled, stomping her foot.

"You have," Sawyer reminded her. "Just a few days ago... And they turned out pretty stinky, didn't they?"

"No!" Victoria shook her head vehemently, seeing Tyler growing more and more amused at the interaction.

"That's funny..." Sawyer said. "I have a picture here on my phone that..."

"No!" Vickie repeated, more whiny and desperate this time. She didn't know if the girl was bluffing or telling the truth... She knew Jordan had gotten evidence, had hoped that was it, but there was a chance Sawyer could have snapped a photo, too, of something far worse. "F-Fine, maybe they did," she caved.

"Maybe they did what?" Sawyer pushed. "Or... What did you do to those poor diapers?"

Victoria hated this, hated how she was always doing this to herself, making things worse, backing herself into corners... It was hard to believe it was these girls, the same ones she'd babysat for, been so easily able to make do anything she wanted only a few, short years ago making her do it.

"I-I had an accident," she mumbled. 

"Oh, no!" Taylor acted shocked, sweeping over, unzipping Vickie's shorts again. "Why didn't you ask us to take you to the potty?"

"Not now!" Vickie grumbled, knowing the girl was fully aware of what she meant. "When I was wearing the... the d-diaper." 

"I guess it's a good thing you had it on, then," Tyler smirked.

"I-I don't usually wear them!" Vickie defended herself. 

"Maybe you should," Tyler shrugged, killing any last shreds of hope that might have somehow still survived that the older woman would think Vickie was anything close to her equal. "If you're having messy accidents in them when you do wear them..."

"I-I don't..." Vickie shook her head. "I-It was just that once!"

Her eyes automatically looked to Taylor, wondering if she was going to rat her out, tell everyone that wasn't true. The second time hadn't been in a diaper, but that didn't really help her case...

"At your age," Tyler sniffed, "I'd say once is more than enough."

"And I'd say," Sawyer jumped in, "anyone who's dirtied their diapers in the past week is too immature to watch a movie with kissing."

"Agreed," Tyler nodded, Taylor bobbing her head in approval, as well.

"Well, what do you want to watch?" Vickie crossed her arms, seeing she was, unsurprisingly, outvoted. "More cartoons?"

"I don't," Taylor admitted. "Princesses were fine for sleepovers when I was eight, but I'm over them now."

"Let's just watch your movie!" Vickie begged. Between the sitters controlling the television during the day, and her parents watching their own shows at night, and Victoria's phone and laptop still being at school, it had been far too long since she'd seen anything she wanted. Even knowing nothing about the one Taylor had suggested beyond the genre, she knew it would at least be closer to that than her usual 'entertainment' was. "I know all about kissing, okay? It's not going to offend me!"

"All about it, huh?" Taylor chuckled. "You're an expert?"

"That seems very unlikely," Tyler piled on. "And I've only known her for a few minutes!"

"Well," Sawyer said, "there's only one way to find out... It's a sleepover; why don't we play a little game?"

She stepped out of the room for a moment, returning with an empty two liter of soda, and a full glass she was sipping out of. "Here we go," she held up the former.

"Great idea!" Taylor told her, in a way that made Vickie feel certain there was nothing spontaneous about this. She pushed the coffee table out of the way, sitting down on the floor, Tyler sliding off the sofa to join her. "Come on, Vickie," Taylor patted a spot on her other side. "We have to sit in a circle... If you know so much about kissing, then surely you know how to play spin the bottle?"

"Y-Yeah," Victoria said; in theory, she did. She'd seen it in movies and TV shows, although she couldn't say she'd ever gone to a sleepover where it had actually happened herself. She'd always assumed it was one of those things that didn't happen in real life, and, if it did, was more relegated to middle schoolers... She stopped herself from saying that out loud, however, worried she was wrong, or at least that the other girls would tell her that, whether it was true or not.

"Well, I went to get the bottle, so I'll spin first," Sawyer plopped down, doing so. Vickie watched the bottle turn, around and around, an uneasy feeling filling her belly, knowing, even before it started to slow, where it would be pointing.

Sure enough, she was right, it stopped on her. Her cheeks burned as she squirmed, feeling extra aware of the training panties under her shorts, of the fact Sawyer was the one who had put her in them, of the conversation she'd had with the girl, in the tub, about her crush, about how seeing her former babysitter humiliated like this turned her on...

She gulped, seeing the girl lean forward, her ample cleavage straining against her low-cut shirt, while her own was trapped under one of her old, childish t-shirts, basically non-existent. This all felt so wrong, so weird... She wanted to prove she was as grown-up as any of the others, that she wasn't afraid of a little kiss... But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Come on, Vickie," Sawyer taunted. "You know the game, don't you? It's the rules." She pursed her lips again, Victoria scooting back, away from them.

"Here," Tyler said, pulling Taylor closer to her. "Why don't we show her how it's done?" Taylor leaned down, their lips meeting, pressing against one another. Vickie couldn't help blushing, hearing them moan, catching glimpses of their tongues, moving in and out of each others' mouths... It had been so long since she'd gotten to do that, she almost regretted turning Sawyer down, her hand drifting downwards, towards her padded crotch, although, as soon as her finger brushed her shorts, she jumped, like they had shocked her, cheeks darkening at the thought of what she'd almost started to do, right in front of them. It had been a while, but surely she wasn't THAT desperate!

"Aww, look," Sawyer teased, pinching Vickie's burning cheeks. "You guys are embarrassing her! I knew she wasn't ready for this..."

"The movie is definitely off the table, then," Taylor finally pulled away from Tyler. "So much for that... I was really looking forward to it, too!"

Tyler grinned, turning to reach into the bag she'd brought with her. "Don't worry, girls... I think I have something more her speed on my phone... And some earbuds so we don't have to hear it. She can watch that, while we watch our movie, and we'll all be happy."

Vickie didn't know why, but she was positive that was only going to be true for the three of them. "N-No, I can do it!" she insisted, leaning forward, towards Sawyer. At the last moment, the other girl turned, letting Victoria give her a soft, simple kiss on the cheek instead.

"That game is over, Vickie," she told her, sounding ever so slightly disappointed. "But I have a feeling you're really going to like what Tyler has for you..."