Victoria's Secret - Chapter 23 (Patreon)

"Oh, come on!" Victoria blurted out without thinking, earning an arched eyebrow from Sawyer. As unfair as this was, as annoyed as Vickie was, she knew she'd gone too far, trying to questions her sitters. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, staring down at the tile floor. "I-I just..."

The other two girls had been running late, so there hadn't been time for her to get into the bathroom after they were done with it before they left, Sawyer driving Vickie's car, which made it all the more humiliating. It had been a gift to her, her name was on all the paperwork, she'd driven it for what was probably hundreds of hours by now... But, today, she was banished to the backseat, squirming, her bladder feeling fuller and fuller the longer they kept going.

And this place they were going was apparently pretty far off. It made sense, in a way, considering Vickie didn't know of any laboratories in town; she also had never exactly gone looking for one, so she'd assumed, if the girls had found out about it, it was likely nearby, somewhere she hadn't heard of before. Instead, she was in the car for what felt like hours - though, to be honest, she knew it probably wasn't, and her aching bladder only made it seem that way - wishing she'd taken the time to set the clock in her car, or that her parents had given her cell phone back to her so she could see for sure.

After all that, she'd half expected them to pull up to a huge, crumbling manor, a haunted house presided over by a single, mysterious mad scientist, perhaps with a deformed assistant lurking in the background. The plain, white building she got instead was a disappointment, looking sterile and boring, unassuming as it sat tucked among the hills. Just glancing at it, she wasn't sure she'd have guessed what it was... Although, she wasn't sure what else she'd have thought it could have been, either.

She'd been marched in, too self-conscious to keep pressing her hands between her legs the way she had been for the past little while in the car, cheeks flushing as the car jolted and bumped, causing her fingers to inadvertently rub against herself through the padding. She knew she couldn't do anything more about it, not without Sawyer or Taylor participating, calling her just the right, humiliating thing, and that made her want to stop, to not get herself too worked up... But, without the pressure there, she wasn't certain she had the strength to keep from wetting herself.

She could practically feel the eyes of the receptionist on her, scanning her up and down as she nervously squeezed her thighs together, the best she could do now, without drawing too much attention to herself. The woman handed a clipboard over to Sawyer, which, any other time, Vickie would have been quite peeved about, assuming that meant that the girl had been mistaken as being the oldest of the three; now, she was too busy trying to keep her pants dry, and herself out of diapers, to care too much, beyond a hint of extra warmth in her cheeks.

"C-Can I go to the bathroom?" she'd asked, moments earlier, seeing the rows of uncomfortable looking plastic chairs awaiting them. "I-I think I saw it over there, a-and..."

"No," Sawyer had answered, interrupting her. "We need to get this done, and we might need your help... And we wouldn't want to keep the nice people waiting if they're ready for you while you're playing in the restroom."

That was when Victoria had her little outburst, such as it was, and had it shut down with a simple change of expression from Sawyer. How far she'd fallen, not even requiring a word from the girl she'd once babysat, had complete control over, to send her into a panic, leave her stammering, trying to get back in her good graces.

"Just sit down and be good," Taylor rolled her eyes, sitting down two seats away from Sawyer, giving the chair in between a pat. "Come on."

Vickie whimpered, bouncing in place, but reluctantly obeyed. She fidgeted, eyes darting around the room, confirming there was nobody there... It still felt wrong, returning her hands to where they had been, knowing someone else could come in at any moment, that there might be cameras... She could explain that there was nothing sexual about it, that she was just desperate to pee; would she actually do that, though? Or would she sit there, glowing bright red like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar?

And, even if it wasn't her main goal, the words would have been a lie, to some degree. She attributed it mostly to the fact that she was unable to orgasm without being given permission - by being called a princess potty pants, of all things - but she was finding it so easy to get turned on, all the time, while there was nothing she could do about it. Being around Sawyer only made it harder, the girl reminding her of that nightmare, and everything the dream version of her had done to her...

Vickie shook her head, although, if anything, that made it worse, her head bumping against Sawyer's breast as her sitter leaned across her to consult with Taylor, the two of them holding the clipboard in front of Victoria, forming almost a seatbelt with their arms, holding her in place as she pressed her legs together frantically.

"Excuse you," Sawyer chuckled. "Are you hungry?"

"Wh-What?!" Victoria squawked, immediately having a flashback to her dream, to being held in Sawyer's arm, lifted up against her chest... The sensation of warm, sweet milk pouring down her throat had been so real... "I-I don't..."

But the girls were ignoring her again, after sharing a giggle. They chattered to one another, never consulting Vickie at all, even though she could see, from the name at the top, that she was the one the form was about, and that was the justification they'd given for not letting her go to the bathroom. 

She easily could have made it to a toilet, used it, and gotten back, yet it was still a surprisingly short wait before a nurse appeared, beckoning them to follow her, the sitters having barely finished the form. The two stood, taking one of Vickie's hands each and hauling her to her feet, dragging her with them through the doorway the nurse had emerged from, down a hall, into what looked like an examination room.

"I-I think I saw another bathroom further down," Vickie observed. "I-I bet..."

"Good afternoon, girls!" Victoria cringed at the sound of another new voice, turning to see a pretty woman in a white lab coat behind them, peering over the clipboard Sawyer had handed to the nurse. "Thank you so much for coming in! It looks like you're exactly what we've been looking for..." She glanced back at the top of the page, "Victoria."

"That's her," Sawyer pushed her forward, towards the woman.

Vickie felt bashful enough, being introduced this way while not knowing exactly what was going on, and needing very much to pee; the woman didn't help matters by squinting at the clipboard, then back at her, and asking, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes," Sawyer smirked, giving Vickie another push, this time by swatting the seat of her trainers, as if to emphasize her next point. "She looks a little young for her age, but this is her."

The woman looked Vickie up and down, the same way the receptionist had, then shrugged. "Well, nice to meet you, Victoria. My name is Dr. Weaver, and you are going to be a huge help for me."

"G-Good?" Vickie didn't know how to react to that, although, to be honest, there was something about it that seemed almost sinister... But that was probably just her imagination.

Dr. Weaver laughed. "It is," she agreed, pulling a paper cover over the exam table, giving it a rustling pat. "Can you get up here for me? We have a step-stool we use when we have kids in, I could go get it from the other room if..."

Vickie was already blushing at the thought that she might need something meant for children just to get onto the table, before Sawyer even approached, much less scooped her up, setting her down while the doctor pulled on a pair of gloves. "That works, too," Dr. Weaver smiled. "Now, then, Victoria... I was quite surprised when I saw your application online. I don't think we've ever had anyone willing to test all of those, at once... It really will be beneficial to see how they all react with one another... I have to ask, though, if you have any questions about any of them before we begin."

Victoria didn't know where to start. She'd had no idea she was testing out more than one thing, or what even that one thing was supposed to do. Hearing all that only made her more nervous about this thing... But the impending doom in her trainers felt more pressing at the moment, especially when she felt too self conscious to do much about it while she was sitting there in front of the pretty scientist, and her babysitters, every tiny movement she made causing the paper to crackle beneath her. "I-I..."

"No, she read up about all of them," Sawyer answered for her. "We watched to make sure... We didn't want her to regret this, but she said she was happy to do whatever she could."

Vickie closed her mouth, knowing, at the moment, she was nowhere near capable of sounding as coherent as that, even if every word of it had been a lie. She already knew she looked less mature than Sawyer and Taylor, whether her training pants were visible or not; being so flustered that she sounded less mature than them, too, wasn't going to do any wonders for her self esteem.

"Perfect," Dr. Weaver nodded. "And she knows about all the possible side effects?"

All it had taken was one instance of Sawyer piping up, and the doctor was glad to direct her questions at her, instead of Vickie, the person actually being turned into a guinea pig for whatever this was... And she was too timid, too anxious, to do anything about it.

"Yes, of course," Sawyer told Dr. Weaver sweetly. "She's such a good girl... She told us she didn't mind any of them, as long as she was helping out." 

"She's definitely doing that," Dr. Weaver replied, reaching into the pocket of her lab coat. "Are you ready, Victoria?"

Vickie shook her head, staring at the syringe the woman had produced. She wasn't afraid of needles, exactly, though she wasn't exactly fond of them, either, and this talk of side effects, coupled with what her sitters had said about them, back when they'd first mentioned this to her, was making her uncertain. Sawyer and Taylor might enjoy teasing her, and want some revenge on her for what she'd done when she was a babysitter... They wouldn't have signed her up for anything that was going to put her in real danger, however, would they?

"A-Actually..." she swallowed, squirming as the cap came off, revealing the gleaming point, a drop of mysterious liquid emerging from it as the doctor prepared it. "A-About those side effects..." She had to hear what those were, had to get some kind of idea of what to expect, at the very least...

"It's all right," Dr. Weaver told her, swiping her arm with an alcohol wipe. "It's natural to get a little scared, once the moment comes, even for somebody your age. You'll barely feel a thing."

"I-I don't want to feel anything," Vickie whined. 

"Oh, calm down," Sawyer scolded her. "Don't waste the nice doctor's time... We talked about all of this already. It's too late to back out now."

And, as if to emphasize that, while Victoria was pouting at Sawyer, ready to contradict her and remind her that she and Taylor had told her nothing about what was going on, she felt a pinch. She gasped, turning back towards the doctor just in time to see the needle sliding out of her flesh. "One down!" Dr. Weaver chirped, capping the syringe and tossing it into the garbage before slipping another out of her pocket. "Ready for the next?"

The fact that she said 'next' instead of 'last' worried Vickie, who was positive she already felt light-headed from the first, though she knew it was probably more her imagination than anything. "No," she grumbled.

"Yes," Sawyer corrected. "Trust me, it'll be best if you just get them all done at once... You don't want to give her time to think about it too much."

Vickie glared at Sawyer, although it was really Dr. Weaver she was annoyed at; she knew how old Vickie was, knew that she was an adult, her own person, that she was the one that ought to be listened to when it came to what she wanted. Despite that, the woman laughed, nodded... Vickie was pretty sure she even saw a wink.

"It's okay," Taylor stroked Vickie's hand. "We'll get you a nice treat when this is all over."

"No!" Vickie fumed, her frustration growing as all three chuckled, likely as much at her reaction as the implication that she needed to be placated with treats to get through her visit to the doctor, like a little kid. 

"Are you sure?" Dr. Weaver asked. "We have some nice suckers here for people who can sit very still and be good."

Vickie winced as she saw the plunger on the syringe be pushed in, watching whatever was inside flow into her. She hated how easily the doctor was slipping into treating her like a child, turning to the younger sitters instead of her for answers, trusting them over her... It made her feel so tiny, so helpless...

"Come on, Victoria," Dr. Weaver cooed. "No crying... It doesn't hurt that bad, does it?"

Vickie shook her head, her tears coming from anger more than pain. Even the sound of her full first name sounded like it was mocking her, rather than being respectful to her as an adult. 

Each individual shot wasn't that bad, but, by the end, she still felt like a pincushion as she sat on the table, hazily listening as Dr. Weaver walked Sawyer and Taylor through the pills she was supposed to take, not even trying to explain it to Vickie herself. It was just as well... She'd had enough accidents lately that she could tell her bladder was moments away from bursting, from flooding her trainers, from earning her a one way trip back to diapers... She was in no condition to keep track of what she was supposed to take once a day, or twice, or every two days... Her head was swimming from the tiny bit she picked up, through the sound of her heart thumping frantically in her chest.

"I hafta go!" she blurted out finally, right in the middle of one of Dr. Weaver's sentences.

"Are you feeling nauseous?" the doctor asked, Vickie shaking her head quickly. "Tell me what you are feeling, then... I need to know what your reaction is, if..."

"No," Sawyer scoffed. "It's not that... Vickie, silly, if you need to go potty, just go!" She smirked, looking back to Dr. Weaver to confide in her, "She's been having some accidents lately... We keep telling her that all she has to do is go to the bathroom when she feels the need, and you'd think, at her age, she'd know how to do that, but..." She shrugged.

Vickie's hands curled into fists, and any other time, she would have been ready to call out Sawyer's lie, inform the doctor that it wasn't her fault she hadn't gone yet, that her babysitters had refused to let her any of the many times she'd asked... Now, however, she was too busy biting her bottom lip, fighting to keep her bladder under control.

"There's one right down the hall," Dr. Weaver informed her. "Go on!"

As soon as she thought she could move without immediately wetting herself, she hopped off the table, rushing out of the room, down the hall, praying that the bathroom would be open, unoccupied, positive that she didn't even have time to go back to the other bathroom she'd seen right off the waiting room. It might have been the only thing going for her that day, but, thankfully, all of those things were true, letting her rush in, shoving the door closed behind her, tearing down her trainers and plopping onto the toilet mere moments before she heard the tinkle of urine beneath her.

It was so close, she had to peek at her training pants as she sat there, breathing a sigh of relief when she didn't notice any dampness there. This was the second time today she'd been this close to wetting herself... Was this what it was going to be like, from now on? Were Sawyer and Taylor going to keep putting her in situations where she couldn't get to the bathroom right away, and wait until she was about to burst before letting her go? That was one way to ensure she'd wind up in diapers... In a way, it might be better just to accept it, and go back to them now, so she didn't have to worry about this stress...

She blushed, shook her head, mortified she'd even considered that. She was an adult! And more of one than either of those two brats, no matter how it looked! She wasn't going to let them get away with this, wasn't going to let them put her back into diapers permanently for the summer!

She was feeling much better, much more determined, when she emerged from the bathroom, though that was rapidly quashed when Dr. Weaver handed her a sucker and patted her on the head, like Vickie had no doubt she did with patients half her age, if not younger. "Good work today, Victoria," she said. "Thank you again."

With that, she left, allowing Sawyer to take her by the hand, leading her away. Vickie almost wanted her sitters to check her then, to see what a good job she'd done, despite their best efforts, but, no matter how childish she knew she'd looked to Dr. Weaver, the woman didn't know about her trainers - unless Sawyer and Taylor had mentioned them while she was out of the room - and she definitely didn't want her to find out about them now. 

Vickie's stomach churned a bit, seeing the bag Taylor was carrying, how many different bottles of pills it had, and it hadn't completely stopped before they got home, after a drive that felt much shorter, now that her bladder was empty once more. By then, it was getting close to the time when her parents would be getting off work, so the girls took her right to her room, Sawyer pulling out a diaper for her for the night.

"C-Can't I just put it on by myself?" Vickie pouted. "Before bed? Do I really have to wear it all evening, too?"

"Yes, you do," Taylor told her. "What else are you going to wear until then? You kept your trainers dry so far, but without us around to help you..."

Vickie fumed, wanting to point out that they'd been the exact opposite of help when it had came to that... But knowing better.

"Just be a good girl and come sit on your diaper, unless you want a spanking first," Sawyer ordered, and Vickie obeyed, letting herself be taped snugly into the bulky padding, after Sawyer had taken what seemed like an excessive amount of time rubbing in the baby lotion and powder, leaving Vickie a squirming mess.

"S-Sawyer?" she asked, blushing already, trying to pretend Taylor wasn't in the room, too, but knowing that, the longer she waited, the more chance there was of one of her parents getting home, making this even more awkward. "C-Can I be a... a princess potty pants?"

Sawyer grinned down at her, giving her diaper a pat. "Aww, what's wrong?" she mocked. "Didn't you go poopy already today?"

She hadn't, actually... She was used to going in the morning, but her schedule had been thrown off ever since she'd started being babysat, and today, with everything going on, she hadn't done it at all. That, of course, wasn't at all what she'd been asking about, or what she wanted to do in her diaper. "N-No, but..."

"Uh-oh," Sawyer smirked. "Well, that's not healthy... Don't worry, though, you can go ahead and do that in your diapie whenever you want! In fact... You'd better have done it by the time we get here tomorrow morning, or we might have to give you a little... help. We don't want you getting backed up!"

Giggling, she leaned over Vickie, the smaller girl feeling something pressing on her diaper, although it wasn't until Sawyer straightened back up that she saw what it had been, as she passed the marker she'd been holding over to Taylor, letting her repeat the process on the other side.

Vickie whimpered, looking down at herself, seeing the signature of each of the girls, one on each side of the diaper, over the tapes. "That's to keep you from getting any bright ideas," Sawyer informed her. "We'll know if you try to take your diaper off... And, if you do, you're really going to regret it, understand?" Vickie gulped, nodded, not knowing exactly what she was being threatened with, and not wanting to find out. "Good girl... Now, come on... You have some medicine to take before your parents get here. And don't worry... We'll make sure you have plenty of water to wash it down with."