Victoria's Secret - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

"No!" Victoria whined. "I don't wanna do that!" She didn't know what her babysitters were up to, but she had no doubt that it was something she wasn't going to like one bit. There were far too many ways for Truth or Dare to go wrong for her.

"Would you rather go to bed?" Taylor asked, hand on her hips. "Because that's your choice, young lady!"

Vickie genuinely had to think about that; even after the movie, it was still pretty early, and, while it might be nice to get away from the girls for the rest of the evening, there was nothing to do in her room. If the choice came down to playing Truth or Dare or spending hours staring at the walls, bored...

"No," she admitted. "I guess not."

"I knew you'd be excited for a nice game!" Sawyer exclaimed, although Victoria had no idea how the girl was reading any enthusiasm from what she'd said, as they got back into a circle, Vickie still on the floor, while the others got to sit on the sofa, looking down at her. "This is going to be great! Now, since you're looking forward to it so much, why don't we start with you? What do you say, Vickie? Truth or Dare?"

That was an even tougher choice than bedtime, and privacy, or putting up with whatever her sitters had in mind. She should have known they'd make her go first... She hadn't played this in years, but she preferred to hang back, get a vibe of how harsh the questions were going to be, and how scary the dares were, before picking one.

"Umm..." she looked around the room, fidgeting. Neither one sounded like a good option... Either could go horribly wrong. She almost wished she'd chosen to go to bed instead, but it was too late now. "Truth?"

It was usually the safer choice, and, when she had a wet pair of trainers under her shorts, she could see plenty of ways that a dare could go wrong. Of course, so could truths, as she found out very quickly, as if this had all been planned, somehow...

"Did you pee your pants while you were watching Tyler's video?" Sawyer grinned.

Victoria's gaze shifted to Kelly, her cheeks burning, automatically squeaking out a frenzied, "N-No!" That syllable didn't pass her lips, however, and, to her horror, she heard herself instead admitting, "Y-Yes!"

Her eyes widened, looking away from Kelly, down to the floor, hardly able to believe what had happened, what she'd confessed. Had her brain gotten mixed up? Why would she tell the truth?! Sure, that was the game, and she suspected, if she'd gone with her original answer, Sawyer and Taylor would have made her prove it... But she had very much intended to risk it, rather than blurt out that she'd had an accident.

Kelly tittered, Vickie knowing that her own reaction had already shown everyone else there that she was telling the truth. "Wait, who's Tyler?" Kelly asked. "Do I know her? When did this happen?"

The squish in Victoria's pants clarified all of that, reminded Vickie of it, warmed her cheeks anew. "I-I already answered my question, she mumbled, trying desperately to move things along, to get the attention off of her. "Taylor, Truth or...?"

"No, no, no," Sawyer shook her head. "That's not how it works, Vickie."

"B-But I just..." she protested.

"We're taking turns," Sawyer said, swirling her finger in a circle, from her, around the room, ending with Vickie. "Not based on who gets chosen."

"Of course," Vickie rolled her eyes.

"But," Sawyer continued, "you aren't done. We can't take your word for it! You have to prove it!"

Victoria squirmed, having hoped she'd been able to avoid that by telling the truth, like it or not. "Come on," she pouted, feeling Kelly's eyes on her, more confused than ever, not daring to so much as glance in her friend's direction. "That was bad enough, wasn't it?"

"Vickie," Taylor sighed. "I thought you wanted to play the game. If you're going to be a spoilsport, we might have to punish you for ruining everyone else's fun..."

She really did not like the sound of that; whatever punishment they had in mind would definitely involve Kelly seeing her trainers anyway. "Fine!" she glared at them, hands curling into defiant fists... Then uncurling, defeated, reaching for her waistband. In the back of her mind, she harbored hope that it was a bluff, that the sitters would take pity on her, seeing she was willing to do it, but it never happened.

She unbuttoned the shorts, wiggling them down over her hips, groaning inwardly as the poofy cloth of her underthings was exposed, the childish designs... And then, the soggy, discolored portion, the clear evidence that she had, indeed, been telling the truth.

"Oh, my..." Kelly covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes dancing with delight, and continued bafflement. "What are you...? Wait, you meant right...? Oh, my God, Vickie!"

"What are you doing?" Sawyer bent forward, grabbed at Victoria's shorts as she tried to shimmy them back into place, yanking them down around the smaller girl's ankles instead. "There's no need for that now, pottypants."

Vickie whimpered, remembering the girls' threats when they'd given her the trainers initially, her time in diapers, at the start of all this. "N-No!" she shook her head. "I-I didn't... I-I don't... I-It doesn't count! I-I didn't know what was happening!"

Taylor chuckled. "Do you really think that makes it better? If you didn't know what was happening when you wet yourself, that just shows how much you need some protection."

"I don't!" Victoria kicked her feet, the shorts tangled around them making the action look more like a tantrum than she'd intended.

"Wow," Sawyer, shockingly, didn't sound sarcastic. "You really think that? Even now?" She reached out with one foot, poking at Vickie's trainers, her charge wrinkling her nose and trying to squirm away at the squish.

"C-Can we move on?" Vickie begged, desperate to not be the center of attention, although she suspected it wouldn't be the case for long, fully expected Taylor to pick her as well.

To her surprise, she didn't, turning instead to Kelly to ask, "Truth or Dare?"

Kelly tore her eyes away from Vickie, flustered. "Umm, I don't... Uh... Dare?"

"I know a good one," Taylor grinned down at Victoria. "Why don’t you give Vickie a nice panty check? You've been staring at them this whole time, after all."

"No way!" Victoria answered for her. "That isn't fair, it's as bad for me as it is..."

Taylor grabbed her by the forearm, pulling her to her feet, Vickie stumbling, thanks to the shorts twisted at her ankles, forward, almost straight into Kelly's lap. She gulped, catching her friend's eye for a moment, then turned away, downwards... Right on time to see the girl tentatively lift her hand, moving it towards her... "K-Kelly, you don't..."

Victoria was silenced by a squeeze, a pat. "You really did," Kelly mused out loud, fingers curling around the waistband of the training panties, using those to draw her friend in closer, running her hand from the top of the padding on down. "This isn't some little accident, either," she observed. "You soaked these, Vick. Did you seriously not know it was happening? Was it actually an accident?"

Vickie hated this so much... Hated that Kelly was bigger than her, that she'd so easily and expertly accepted this, and was treating her like some little kid, and not her equal, not someone who had been her friend for years. And, especially, hated herself for not being able to stop from answering with a truthful, "Y-Yes, ma'am."

"You've got some experience with babysitting," Sawyer said. "If one of your charges came to you in that state, would you let them wear big girl panties?"

Vickie gasped, shaking her head. Not her... She couldn't leave this up to Kelly, not after everything that had happened with them... For once, she tried to catch Kelly's eye, to silently beg her to take her side, to help her against these little bullies... But Kelly spun her around, tugging out the rear of her trainers, continuing the check, as if she thought there was a chance anything would be back there.

"At least she's clean," she commented, Victoria huffing, annoyed that there had even been a question.

"This time," Taylor sneered.

"Vick!" Kelly turned her back around, doing what Victoria had wanted a moment ago... And now wanted to avoid more than anything. "You haven't... Have you?!"

Vickie didn't know what was happening, why she wasn't able to lie, no matter how much she wanted to. She couldn't answer that, wouldn't let Kelly know... But staying silent was as much a response as 'yes' or 'no'. "I-It isn't your turn," she pointed out quietly.

"Yes," Sawyer corrected her, "it is. She did her dare."

"Exactly," Kelly's hands clasped around Vickie's arms, holding her in place firmly. "So, Vick... Truth." It wasn't a question, but a statement of which she had chosen, Victoria opening her mouth to point that out, only for words to fail her, knowing she was outnumbered, that she was no match, physically, for any one of these three, that she was completely at their mercy. "Have you pooped your pants? You know, since you've become an 'adult'?" The sarcasm in the last word was clear, and, after the check, hard to counter.

Victoria wanted more than ever not to tell the truth, not to confess to what had happened, her first day back home... But all her attempts to do that so far had failed, and, even if they hadn't, she knew her sitters would be more than happy to contradict her. She hung her head, just to have Kelly pinch her chin between two fingers, lift it back up, not letting her get away with avoiding her.

"Vickie," she asked again, her tone sounding more like she was speaking to a naughty small child, one she suspected of having done what she was inquiring about a moment ago, not sometime in the nebulous past. "Have you messed yourself?

Victoria's hands fumbled clumsily with the hem of her shirt, wanting to hide her training pants, to give herself some dignity in the moment, knowing she was going to lose all of what she already had in Kelly's eyes when she inevitably answered, "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Kelly let go of her, cackling like a witch, collapsing back into the couch. "That is rich!" she squealed in delight, once she could speak again. "Wow, that is... Man, I wish I could have seen that!"

Vickie plopped back down onto the floor with a damp squish, tugging at her shirt sulkily. "It's my turn!" she pointed out, fully expecting someone to tell her she didn't get one for some arbitrary reason.

"Go on," Sawyer told her instead. "Who are you going to pick, Vickie?"

She looked at the three of them, Kelly still struggling to get her giggles back under control, as a new batch appeared whenever she glanced at Vickie, seeing her sitting there in front of her. Obviously, there was nothing she could ask, or have any of them do, that would humiliate her as much as the rest of the round had done to her... And, even if she could, she probably wouldn't have, for fear of retaliation.

"Sawyer," she settled, finally. "Truth or Dare?"

Maybe it was a bad call... She was hoping the girl chose truth, so she could make her admit that she was doing all this, treating her this way, because she got off on it. There was a chance Taylor already knew - though, if not, perhaps it would open her eyes, make her realize how weird it was, and she'd be more likely to be on Vickie's side in the future, especially because Vickie had bought her a computer - but, from her reactions so far, there was no way Sawyer had confessed that to Kelly.

How much better was it to let her friend know she was being completely controlled by the deviant sexual desires of someone younger than her, who she'd babysat, years ago? Not much... It might be enough to earn her a little pity, if nothing else, and maybe that would keep her from blabbing about it when they got back to college.

So, of course, Sawyer said, "Dare. I'm not a scared little baby. Do your worst."

Vickie wasn't prepared for that at all. "Oh... Uh..." she chewed on her bottom lip, eyes darting around the room for inspiration. Perhaps it would level the playing field a bit if she had the girl pee her pants... Except, it could then look to Kelly like she was the one into this whole thing, that perhaps this was some extended, perverted fantasy of hers that she'd set up.

"I dare you to... Go home for the night?" Taylor would be so much easier to handle on her own. Physically, Taylor was much bigger than her, but Sawyer was, by far, the bigger threat.

"Sorry," Sawyer shrugged. "You know I can't do that, silly. Your Mommy is paying me to babysit you."

Kelly had just about calmed down, only for that to send her into another laughing fit. "W-Wait, babysit? Th-That's what's happening?! Oh, my God! Is that why you asked about one of my charges...? She's your...?" She snickered, clearly delighted by the whole thing. "Vick! Seriously?! How much younger than you are they?! I used to babysit for them! Didn't you babysit for them, too?!"

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Vickie whined, wishing now that she hadn't tried to be clever.

"I never did answer, either, did I?" Kelly sat back up, wiping her eyes. "Yeah, if my college age charge was wetting herself like that," she pointed to Vickie's soaked trainers, "and had messed herself recently, I absolutely would not let her anywhere near big girl panties."

So much for getting Kelly on her side... "Okay, okay!" she cut in, trying to distract everyone from that comment. "I dare you to..."

"It's not your turn anymore," Sawyer informed her smugly.

"Yes, it is!" Vickie thumped her hands against the floor. "You didn't do anything!"

"Not my fault you chose a bad dare," Sawyer said. "You were a babysitter... You should have known that was something I couldn't do."

"That's not fair!" Victoria grumbled.

"What do you think?" Sawyer turned to the other two. "Is it fair?" Vickie didn't have to wait for the vote, she knew how they'd answer, and, indeed, they both nodded. "Why don't we go in reverse order now?"

"Okay!" Vickie grasped onto that. "I'll choose Sawyer again! Truth or..?"

"Don't be greedy!" Sawyer reprimanded her. "You just went! We'll get back to you. It's Kelly's turn."

That didn't sound entirely fair, either, but Victoria had already seen how it went when she tried to play that card. "Vick," Kelly chose. "Truth or Dare?"

Sawyer had, moments ago, established that truths were for scared little babies... Even so, Vickie couldn't bring herself to pick it,not after how much fascination Kelly had with her and her messy accident. She didn't think she would make her recreate it, and yet, she wasn't confident enough to risk it. "Truth."

"What happened between us?" Kelly asked. "Why aren't we friends anymore? And don't try to tell me we are... I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look when I come around... Why don't you want to hang out with me anymore?"

It would have been an uncomfortable conversation at any time, much less right now, sitting in a pair of soggy trainers, surrounded by her babysitters. The answer didn't help matters, but, no matter how much her brain wanted to say anything else, her mouth still told the truth.

"I-I thought I was cooler than you," she confessed. "That I'd... uh... outgrown you."

She'd assumed it was going to hurt Kelly's feelings - and, probably, to some extent, it did - but hearing it from her now, like this, looking like she'd barely outgrown diapers, cushioned the blow a good deal. "I guess I knew that," Kelly said. "It was good to hear you say it anyway, though. I wish you would have done that a long time ago, instead of stringing me along and letting me think I'd done something wrong, and we could maybe patch things up."

"I should have," Vickie agreed. "I-I'm sorry."

Kelly nodded tersely. For a moment, Vickie wondered if that would be it, if she was going to go home... She worried what would happen, if she'd decide to get revenge, with the knowledge she had about her, yet it was still a relief to think she might not have to spend the rest of the night around her, potentially providing more ammunition for when they got back to school.

"Your turn," Kelly said to Taylor.

"That was rough," Taylor observed. "Maybe I should lighten it up a little. Sawyer... Dare?" Sawyer nodded. "I dare you to... wear your shirt backwards for the rest of the game!"

"Are you kidding me?!" Victoria blurted out. "After what you guys made me...?!"

Without hesitation, Sawyer whipped her shirt off, Vickie blushing as she caught a glimpse of the girl's bra while she turned her shirt around. It was obvious there was no padding there, unlike with Vickie's. She didn't need any help, didn't have any reason to try to hide anything... Vickie's face burned, watching the show and fidgeting in her soggy pants, glancing down at her own flat chest jealously.

"Done!" Sawyer crowed. "And now... It's me. Kelly, Truth or Dare?"

As if they were all trying to prove what a wimp Vickie was for not picking it, Kelly also went with, "Dare."

"Are you sure you're up for it?" Sawyer arched an eyebrow. "It's a good one..."

"Hit me with your best shot," Kelly crossed her arms.

"You asked for it." Sawyer bent over, digging through the bag she'd brought with her. "I dare you to get little Vickie here ready for bed. And, after her accident, I think you'd better put her into... this."

She lifted her hand, bringing with it the sound of a crinkle, and a big, bulky diaper. "We had a feeling we might want to put her in one anyway, just in case, but now, she definitely needs one... Don't you agree? As a former babysitter yourself?"

Vickie shook her head desperately, craning her neck up towards Kelly, praying that she'd say no, that she'd turn down the dare, or at least the diaper.

"Oh, absolutely," the girl grinned, gladly taking the infantile garment from Sawyer's hand. "Come on, Vick... You heard her. It's time for beddy-bye."