Victoria's Secret - Chapter 25 (Patreon)

Was this really supposed to be a reward? Victoria supposed, compared to the alternative, it was, but spoke more to how bad her other choice was rather than this actually being good.

She had 'behaved' herself as well as she could, doing what she was told, taking her medicine without fussing, scurrying to the bathroom at the slightest hint that she needed to go, to keep her trainers dry. Did she particularly want to go to the beach? It might have been nice, as a way to get out of the house, to have some fun this summer, if not for her babysitters... She had the feeling she'd be going there either way, however, so the best thing to do was to keep from giving the girls an excuse to make it worse for her.

And now, standing there, staring at herself in the mirror, it was hard to say that it was worth it... "I look ridiculous," she whined, blushing and wiping her mouth after that final word. She wasn't sure what was happening lately, but it was getting more difficult to say longer words like that without a bit of drool sneaking out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin. She could see Sawyer smirk, staring down at her, though Vickie was holding out hope that it was because of her outfit, that the girl hadn't noticed her problem.

"Don't be silly," Sawyer fussed, adjusting Victoria's tankini top. "You look adorable!"

'Adorable' had not been Vickie's objective when getting dressed for the beach, not for years now... And definitely not now, not that she'd had any say in the matter. She'd been having those dreams more often lately, of encounters with boys, all ending prematurely, leaving her squirming in her bed, horny and desperate, and unable to do anything about it without Sawyer's permission.

She had tried once, after waking up from a nap, and a particularly vivid dream. "Please," she'd begged, going so far as to get down on her knees in front of Sawyer. "Please, can I be a princess potty pants?"

"Oh, sweetie," Sawyer had shaken her head, stepping around her, tugging out the back of her diaper, peeking inside. "You're awake now, and your potty training is back in effect... If you did what you needed to do for that, I'd have to take away your trainers... And I don't think what comes next is something a sweet, innocent little girl like you should do, so we might have to re-think what you wear to the beach..."

Vickie had never felt so completely owned, controlled, helpless, as she did then, staring up at her former charge, knowing that she couldn't orgasm without her permission, without filling her pants like a baby, and, thus, losing the relative maturity of her training pants, and the tankini...

The alternative, of course, would have been worse. Trainers were always better than diapers, and, as childish as the tankini was, there was no doubt that it was an improvement over her old one-piece. And she should probably be grateful that Sawyer had pulled a pair of plastic pants up over her training pants to help keep the sea water out, except that, no matter how what she did, there was constantly some bit of them poking out from her swimsuit bottoms, adding to the extra bulk from the trainers to ensure everyone would know something was up under there.

Along with her cheap, pink flip-flops and her floppy, pink bucket hat, she looked far more like a toddler on her way to the beach, rather than the young woman she knew she was. Her only real comfort was the fact that Sawyer wasn't in her swimsuit yet, much to her surprise. She'd assumed the girl would have shown up in it that morning, ready to go, or at least in the top, bottoms perhaps hidden under a pair of tiny shorts, to be shed as soon as they were near the water, but both she and Taylor had resisted that urge.

In the end, however, Vickie knew that wasn't going to matter... Standing there, looking at herself, and up at Sawyer, she was well aware that, when she and her friend did reveal their bikinis, there wasn't one guy at the beach who would look at her over them... It was almost worse, waiting, not knowing exactly what to expect, how skimpy they'd gone...

"Aww!" Taylor squealed when Sawyer led Victoria into the kitchen, where the girl was finishing packing up their cooler. "I don't know why we're bringing any food, because I'd rather just eat her up!" She pinched Vickie's cheeks, giggling at Vickie's pouting reaction. "Did you go potty, sweetie?"

"Yes!" Vickie huffed. 

"Don't get snippy with me, young lady," Taylor warned. "It's not too late to change our mind about what you're wearing."

Vickie blushed; as much as she disliked the thought of going to the beach this way, she'd already convinced herself it was the best they were going to let her do, by quite a lot. "S-Sorry," she mumbled. "Y-Yes, ma'am, I went to the potty before Sawyer got me dressed."

"Good girl," Taylor patted her on the head. "It's kind of a long drive to the beach, so be sure to let us know if you need to go. Just because you're in the car doesn't mean you get a break from your potty training."

"That's right," Sawyer picked up what was clearly a diaper bag, pink and covered in Disney princesses, bulging with supplies. It was so full, in fact, that Vickie could see the plastic of a diaper peeking out from the top, taunting her, making her squirm uncomfortably at the sight of it, at the thought of being put into it at any moment, from the slightest slip-up, never to see her trainers again, at least until the end of summer.

"I-I won't," Vickie shook her head, then frowned, realizing how that sounded. "I-I mean I will! Let you know..." 

Surely it wouldn't matter, though. The beach wasn't that far away... She could make it there without needing a bathroom break, easy! Which was a good thing - she didn't want to give her sitters any excuse to parade her through some rest stop or gas station in her tankini and trainers.

She had, however, been having to make more frequent, and frantic, trips to the bathroom lately. It was thanks to the threat of diapers hanging over her head, she told herself, but was that all there was to it? Even at night, after they'd diapered her up and signed the tapes to keep her from taking it off, it felt like she was using them more often.

"Wait, why are we taking my car?" she couldn't help whining when they took her outside, Sawyer tapping the key fob, making the lights on Vickie's car blink as it unlocked. 

"It's bigger," Taylor told her. "And nicer."

That was true, and Victoria might have worn that as a badge of honor, as one thing she had over these brats, except that her parents had given them her keys, allowed them to use her car if they wanted. The car was technically hers, but Vickie wasn't going to be driving it without their permission, and she had a feeling she didn't have much of a chance of getting that anytime soon.

She wasn't even allowed to sit in the front seat! She was buckled into the back seat of her own car, left to pout and blush there, bouncing along with no say in where they were going, what they listened to, anything at all.

There was only one way she'd have any control over that, and she hadn't anticipated needing it. They'd be at the beach in no time, after all... Or so she thought. She kept her eyes down on the floor in front of her feet, watching her flip-flops dangle from her toes, too scared to glance out her window and potentially catch the eye of anyone in a nearby car, to give them a chance to take a closer look at her, so she wasn't paying attention to where they were going, or how long it had been since they'd left.

So, when she felt a twinge from her bladder, she was tempted to write it off, to wait, fairly confident she could make it... But the close calls she'd been having lately were enough that, by the second time, she was too nervous to risk it. She peered out the window, trying to get a sense of where they were; apparently, the girls had taken a different route, however, because she didn't recognize anything.

"A-Are we almost there?" she asked quietly, having to repeat herself two more times before she made her tiny, shy voice heard over the giggling conversation of her sitters in the front seat.

"The phone says it'll be, like, fifteen minutes," Taylor said. 

"O-Oh." That didn't sound like that long - although, it was strange that they still had that far, considering how long it had felt like they'd already been on the road - and, for a moment, she told herself she would be fine.

"Do you need to go potty?" Sawyer asked in a mocking tone, which almost cemented Vickie's decision.

It shouldn't have been a big deal... But was it really worth it to prove she could wait fifteen minutes, when, lately, she'd been getting so much less warning before she was left having to make a mad dash for the toilet to avoid disaster? Mere weeks ago, fifteen minutes was nothing to worry about; now, it could be the difference between training pants and diapers for the rest of summer.

"Y-Yes," she admitted bashfully. "C-Can we pull over?" She whimpered, feeling another cramp, telling her she'd made the right choice. "N-Now?" 

She had her hand clamped between her legs as the girls led her into the gas station, only amplifying how childish she looked. "I-I can go by myself," she protested when they insisted on going in with her, but she knew there wasn't time to sit and argue the point for long.

"No need to get snippy," Sawyer told her. "You're the one who waited until the last minute to let us know."

She hadn't, though, not really... She couldn't have debated it more than a minute or two before her initial indication that she needed to pee... The last minute shouldn't be that close to the first, not for someone her age, someone who had been perfectly potty trained not that long ago, and yet here she was, toddling through a gas station, on the verge of catastrophe.

Thankfully, the bathroom was empty, and unlocked, allowing her to get right in and right onto the toilet, hearing the splash of liquid on liquid almost before her backside had touched the seat. If she'd had to wait any longer, for any reason... She shuddered to think of it.

"Did you make it?" Sawyer asked as soon as Vickie stepped out of the bathroom. Vickie blushed, nodded, but that didn't stop her sitter from sliding her hand into plastic pants, giving the trainers a squeeze, right there in the middle of the gas station. 

"Sawyer!" Vickie hissed, looking around in horror. 

"Well, I can't take your word for it," Sawyer smirked.

"Y-You couldn't have at least taken me into the bathroom?" Vickie sulked.

"Of course not," Sawyer said. "What if some other little girl had really needed to get in there? Does she deserve to have an accident just because I had to confirm you didn't?"

There weren't that many people in there, but Victoria wasn't sure if that was fortunate or not. There didn't seem to be anyone else wanting to use the bathroom at the moment. She shook her head anyway, not wanting to stick around and debate this, desperate to get out of there and back to the privacy of her car, even if it was the back seat. The fewer people there, the more chance there was for the ones that were around to look over and see her, to overhear the conversation.

"What was that?" Sawyer asked. "I didn't hear what you said, sweetie... Do you think you deserve to monopolize the bathroom, princess potty pants?"

The words themselves were enough to make a moan escape Vickie's lips, though she did lift a hand to them, blushing, trying to stop herself a moment too late. She felt a warmness building between her legs, a desire to reach down there and start to rub... Sawyer had finally said it, had given her permission to relieve the tension that had been building up since last time... But she knew she couldn't, not here. 

Even if they weren't in public, she would have had to mess herself to finish the job. She wasn't quite desperate enough to stoop to that... Was she? To throw away her chance to stay in training pants? No matter how flustered this made her, how light-headed she felt as Sawyer smugly led her out to the car, she knew it was probably a good thing she'd taunted her like that there, with people around, or else she might not have been able to control herself.

By the time she was back in the car, buckled in, she had already cooled off enough to stop at a few frantic squirms, thrusting against the hands she held in front of her crotch while her sitters walked around to their car doors, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. As soon as she saw the front doors open, she stopped, though one thumb did immediately slide into her mouth, putting a stop to her drooling, and hopefully muffling her whimpers as she fidgeted.

It had to be too late now, she reasoned. She hadn't tested it - hadn't had the opportunity - but surely she needed to be called that humiliating name much closer to her actual release for it to work, for whatever they'd done to her brain to unlock... That was the only thing that kept her from trying her best to push, to poop her pants, as she sucked her thumb, waiting for her blood to stop boiling quite so hot.

"Can you make it a whole 'nother fifteen minutes?" Taylor teased. "Or should I keep my eyes open for another bathroom?"

Vickie wished she could say one way or the other for certain, but she truly had no idea at this point. "I dunno," she confessed.

"What was that?" Taylor asked. "I can't understand you with your mouth full, sweetie."

Vickie blushed as she pulled her thumb out of her mouth, a line of slobber coming with it, dripping down the front of her face, onto her tankini top. "I-I don't know!" she repeated. It was scary how little confidence she had about it. 

"Of course," Sawyer snickered. "Dumb little babies like her don't know anything, do you?" She turned around in her seat, poking Vickie in the bit of midriff showing between her tankini top and the waistband of her plastic pants, giggling at Vickie's unhappy whine, and the way her thumb slipped back into her mouth so naturally, the girl barely appearing to notice it herself. "Here, if you need to suck on something, have this."

She produced a bottle of apple juice out of the diaper bag in the front seat, pushing aside Vickie's thumb to make room for the nipple. Automatically, Vickie started to suckle on it, greedily nursing, her mouth's muscles moving instinctively.

"Jeez," Taylor peered in the rear-view mirror. "If she keeps going at that pace, we will need to stop again before we get there!"

That wasn't out of the question, as large as the bottle was, and as small as her bladder's capacity seemed to have gotten lately. After how worked up Sawyer had gotten her in the gas station, however, Vickie couldn't help herself, couldn't stop sucking, feeling her mouth fill up with the liquid, making it that much more satisfying than her thumb had been.

"Aww, that's okay," Sawyer said. "Whatever makes her happy, and keeps her quiet... We have more in the bag for later. Just hold it for yourself, Vickie. I'm not the princess's handmaiden, you know."

Vickie's eyes widened, her bottom wriggling in her seat, even the first half of the phrase perking her up, then making her moan in disappointment when it didn't go any further. She reached up to take the bottle, using both hands without thinking about it, like a little baby, too small and weak and uncoordinated to hold anything with a single hand.

By the time they got to the beach, Vickie had drained almost the entire bottle, and, though she didn't absolutely have to go, she did shyly nod when Sawyer asked if she wanted to go into the small bathroom at the edge of the parking lot. It had been a little while since she'd been to the beach - and she couldn't say the bathroom was something she'd paid much attention to then - but it didn't seem familiar to her. There were definitely porta-potties where she was used to going, and she'd dreaded the thought of having to use one of those all day.

The bathroom wasn't much, just a little hut, split into two sides, but it was far better than a porta-potty. And it was clearly not new, so it didn't seem likely that it had been built between her last visit and now. This must be a different beach than what she was used to... Perhaps it wasn't so pathetic that she'd had to stop for the bathroom after all; maybe this one was further away.

Why would they bother with that, though? There weren't any other good, public beaches that Vickie knew of that were nicer than her usual haunt, or worth going out of the way for. She should be grateful, she supposed, since that meant there was less chance of running into anyone she might have known from previous summer excursions, but it struck her as odd that her sitters would do it for her benefit. She'd been so pre-occupied finishing up the last dregs of her bottle to look around much on the way to the bathroom, but the more she thought about it, the more certain she was that she was right, and this was not where she'd assumed they were headed.

"Umm, where are we?" she asked when she emerged from the bathroom, while her trainers got another inspection.

"The beach, silly," Taylor told her. "Don't you see it right over there?"

"Well, yeah," Vickie rolled her eyes. "But..."

"Even stopping for her, we made good time," Sawyer cut her off, speaking to her friend as if the older girl hadn't been speaking in the first place. "We should be able to set up wherever we want!"

"What do you think?" Taylor took Vickie's hand, leading her out onto the sand. "Over by those rocks looks nice... It's pretty far from the bathroom, though."

"She just went," Sawyer shrugged. "She should have plenty of time to get back here if she needs to, isn't that right, Vickie?"

Vickie swallowed, staring at the spot they were talking about. It would be a bit of a walk, especially in flip-flops, across the sand... It was much different than rushing from the living room to the bathroom at home. It was out of the way, however, so perhaps there wouldn't be as many people that decided to put out their blankets there, and the fewer people who saw her in this swimsuit, the better. "I-I guess?"

"Let's do it," Sawyer nodded. "Now, remember, Vickie, your potty training rules are still in effect... If we find your trainers wet, you're going back in diapers, even if you try to tell us it's just from the water. There are no excuses, young lady."

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Vickie gulped. She should have expected that... It hadn't really hit her until now, though, staring out at the ocean, realizing that, unless she had absolute trust in these plastic pants, she wasn't going to get to swim, or go near it... One errant wave could land her in diapers. She didn't know a ton about plastic pants - these seemed good quality, thick and heavy, already making her sweat as she trekked across the sand - but that was a lot of trust to put in them...

And, sure enough, the diaper bag, some of its contents showing for the whole world to see, went right beside their blanket. Between the three of them, there was no question which of them it was for.

Victoria started to suck her thumb again as she looked at it, her other hand tugging at her plastic pants, certain this was going to be a very long day, even before she managed to tear her eyes away and glance back at her sitters, expecting to find them in their bikinis.

Instead, she nearly choked. "Wh-What are you doing?!" she gasped, horrified.

"What do you think?" Sawyer grinned, stretching, her bare skin glimmering in the sunlight. "This is a nude beach, silly, for everyone except little babies like you... Nobody wants to see that."

"Not that she has anything to see in the first place," Taylor giggled, dropping her shirt into their bag of clothes. Vickie couldn't help gawking at the pair and their naked bodies, her heart pounding as she looked around, over in the distance at the few other people already there, seeing now that Sawyer was right. Apparently, she thought, face burning bright red, her tankini was going to make her stand out even more than she'd realized...