Published: June 20th 2020, 2:01:01 pm
"C'mon," Victoria whispered to herself, bouncing in place as she looked through her dresser, panties sagging messily behind her. There had to be another pair of panties that looked like the ones she'd pooped in during her nap...
Of course, even those had been from ages ago, and had been lucky to survive her various clothing purges over the years as she'd grown up, and out of many of the styles she'd been into when she was younger. The panties themselves had likely not even been picked out by her; they looked like the sort of thing her mom would have bought for her, or perhaps that her grandmother had gotten her for Christmas, and she'd been embarrassed to have to open in front of her cousins.
They were also memorable enough that she doubted she could get away with switching to something else, and hoping her babysitters wouldn't notice. It was embarrassing that she'd even considered it as an option, even if it had been for only a fleeting moment. Nobody would fall for that... She certainly wouldn't have, if the roles were reversed.
"Damn it!" she hissed, resisting the urge to slam the drawer shut, or stomp her foot, or do anything that would make noise, and alert the younger girls that she was awake. It was incredibly frustrating, coming up empty-handed, and she wanted to show that somehow, but the best she could do was wave her fists impotently.
It hadn't been a perfect plan anyway, to be fair. Without going out of her room, and into the bathroom, she wouldn't be able to clean herself up, which would be a problem... Not to mention the question of what she was going to do with the old, dirty undies. She'd vaguely entertained the notion of dropping them out her window, but that was pretty risky; what would happen if she forgot they were there? Or if one of her parents noticed them, if they came home before she was able to retrieve them? Or if a neighbor spotted them? There was only one person in the house small enough to fit into them...
And how would she deal with her sheets? Just hope that the sitters didn't notice the stain on them? It was fairly tiny, the panties having absorbed the worst of the damage, but it was there... She would have to do the laundry at some point today, without raising suspicions about why...
So, like it or not, it was probably for the best that she didn't have anything suitable to change into. Ultimately, she would have gotten caught in the end, most likely, and her punishment would have been worse for trying to hide it, and lying. She was just going to have to face the music, admit that she'd had her second messy accident of the day, somehow.
She crossed her fingers at the sound of the door opening, and, thankfully, her prayer was answered. Taylor wasn't much better than Sawyer, though, at the moment, she'd take what she could get. And Taylor, alone, was definitely an improvement over both of them.
"Taylor!" she exclaimed, scrambling over, blushing. "Taylor, please don't be mad..."
Next to the taller girl, especially right now, in dirty panties, Vickie felt like a little girl, whatever was left of her college girl swagger melting away as Taylor sniffed the air, grabbed her by the shoulders, and spun her around. "Oh, my God!" she giggled. "I can't believe you!"
"No, no, no," Victoria shook her head, the sound of Taylor's glee immediately shattering her hopes of how this was going to go. "I-It's not..."
"What it looks like?" Taylor interrupted, grabbing the waistband of the panties and giving them a sharp tug, making Vickie squeal as she was given a messy wedgie. "I think it is."
"Please, please don't tell Sawyer," Victoria begged. "I-I don't wanna wear diapers the whole summer! I'm not a baby!"
"Are you sure about that?" Taylor pulled on the undies again, laughing as the other girl squealed. "You sound like one..." She let go of Victoria's underwear, turning her around to face her again, poking at her flat chest. "You look like one..." Finally, as Vickie blushed, she waved her hand in front of her nose. "And you definitely smell like one. I'd say, judging by all the evidence at hand... You're definitely a baby."
"Okay, okay," she sniffed. "I-I'm a... a b-baby..."
"Of course you are," Taylor agreed. "Don't you remember what you said earlier? When we let you out of the corner? I'd say that's all still true."
Vickie's cheeks darkened, recalling that. After everything else that had happened, it felt like it had happened years ago, though, now that Taylor had brought it up, it was fresh in her mind again.
"You don't?" Taylor asked, eyes wide. "Is your little baby brain really that empty? No wonder your grades are so bad, and you can't figure out how to keep your panties clean!"
Victoria glared up at her, stomping her foot. "I do, too!" she insisted.
Taylor smirked, crossing her arms, making it clear that the older girl had walked right into her trap. "Then tell me," she demanded. "What did you say?"
There was no way around it, at least not without a lot of argument, every second of which brought her closer to Sawyer coming to check on them. Reluctantly, she recited, "I-I'm just a stinky little baby, and you two are the big girls, a-and I'll do anything you say."
"Wow!" Taylor exclaimed, grinning. "Maybe you are smarter than you look! So, if I tell you to march your little butt out and show Sawyer what you did, what are you going to do?"
Victoria whimpered, squirming in place, trapped by her own words. "I-I'll do it," she mumbled. "B-But please don't make me! I-I'll do anything!"
Taylor's eyes lit up, her grin extended even further, somehow. "Anything?"
That was an extremely dangerous, and probably stupid, thing to promise, but what choice did she have? "Y-Yeah," she nodded. "Wh-What... Wh-What do you want?"
"Oh, I want a lot of things, little girl," Taylor patted her on the head. "But for now... Hmm... You know what would be great? I need a new laptop for school. I keep telling my parents that, and they tell me I can use my old iPad. That thing is so old now, though, and I think I'd really prefer an actual computer, you know? It was great when I was younger... But I feel like I need a tiny bit more for college."
"Y-You want me to... buy you a laptop?" Victoria paled. Of all the things she could have imagined Taylor asking for, this hadn't even been under consideration.
"You said anything," the girl reminded her. "Or didn't you mean it? Come on, Vickie... How badly do you want this?"
Victoria didn't know a ton about computers, but she had seen some advertised that weren't too incredibly expensive... She could probably afford one of those, if they were still on sale. "A-All right," she sighed. "I'll find you something. Now, I..."
"No," Taylor shook her head. "I don't do things that way... You either do it now, or the deal is off."
"Fine," the older girl rolled her eyes, turning towards her desk, where she'd normally leave her purse, to grab her phone... Of course, it wasn't there. She'd left it at the party.
Her stomach lurched, realizing she wasn't going to be able to fulfill her end of the bargain after all, despite having worked so hard to make it. "I-I don't have my phone," she groaned. "I can't order you anything if..."
"Please, like I trust you to pick out something for me," Taylor snorted, taking out her own phone. "I have what I want bookmarked. Although, if I don't have to ask my parents for it, I might just make a few upgrades..."
That didn't sound good. Victoria fidgeted, starting to have second thoughts about this. "I-I don't have my purse at all," she pointed out. "So I don't have my credit card, b-but I promise, as soon as I get it back..."
"Yeah, right," Taylor arched an eyebrow. "As if you don't have the number memorized."
Vickie gulped. "I-I might remember most of it..." she fibbed.
"Don't lie to me," Taylor told her. "Lying's very naughty, remember?" She tapped a few things on her phone, then turned it around, handing it to Victoria. "There you go, just fill it in."
The college girl's eyes bulged at the total, hardly able to believe it. "No way!" she gasped. "You've gotta be kidding! There isn't something cheaper that...?!"
"You said anything," Taylor chanted. "Were you lying, little girl?"
Her parents were definitely not going to overlook this, the way they did when she splurged on clothes every now and then. The card was supposed to be for emergencies only, but, like any girl her age, she wasn't always able to stick to that. The thought of another round with the bar of soap, however... "N-No," she shook her head.
"Then type away," Taylor ordered.
Victoria's thumbs stretched towards the screen, then froze. "I-I don't think I remember the whole number after all," she said.
"Vickie," Taylor glared at her, "I'm not stupid. Either you're lying now, or you were lying when you told me you'd do anything. Either way, I don't think Sawyer will be very happy with you... And after you pooped your pants, again. I'd think you were going to spend the whole afternoon in the corner, in diapers, except she'll probably be spanking or mouth-soaping you for most of that time."
The teen was playing right into Vickie's fears, which she had no doubt was exactly what she wanted. That morning had been, almost definitely, the worst one of her life... Could she take an afternoon just like it, after that terrible nightmare she'd had? That had to be worth some money, being able to avoid that... But was it worth this much?!
"I'm starting to lose my patience with you, little lady," Taylor sighed. "I'm starting to think this was a waste of time, and I should tell Sawyer all about it... Do you think she's going to like hearing that you came to me, asking for me to help you lie? I said no, of course... But just the fact that you'd try that..."
"Fine!" Victoria snapped, typing away, tummy churning as she filled in her credit card information. Before she could hit send, Taylor snatched the phone back out of her hand, looking at it.
"Hmm," she mused, tapping away at a few things. "Looks legit, but I suppose we'll find out, won't we?" She hit one more button, then paused, staring at the screen, for a long moment. "Wow, look at that! I guess you remembered correctly after all!"
"Yay," Victoria replied weakly, feeling sick as Taylor led her over to her dresser, picking out a new pair of underwear for her, by far the most expensive pair Vickie had ever bought... Especially since she already owned these ones.
"You earned these," Taylor said, holding them up, out of Vickie's reach, "but that's as far as this goes. If you have another accident, I'm not helping you out again."
"I-I understand," Victoria nodded. A day ago, she would have said that was no problem, that there was no way she'd do that... But today had proven just how wrong she would have been.
"Very good," Taylor told her condescendingly. "You go get cleaned up, and I'll pick you out something to wear."
Victoria swallowed, staring out at the hallway beyond her bedroom door. "C-Can I have something to wear now?" she asked, tugging at the too-short nightshirt, imagining running into Sawyer there now, after going through all of that.
"Do you want to buy me something else?" Taylor smirked. "I told you... Our bargain's done."
"Seriously?!" Vickie growled. "All that money, and I can't even...?!"
"Oh, Sawyer," Taylor mocked her, saying it quietly, but with the implication that all she had to do was raise her voice, and summon the other sitter to their side. "I caught the baby trying to change her panties on her own... Isn't that so very naughty of her? However will we properly discipline her for that?"
"You're the worst," Victoria huffed, slipping out of her room, barely keeping herself from running down the hall, knowing that would draw unwanted attention. Thankfully, the path to the bathroom was clear, although she didn't feel safe until she was in the bathroom, door shut and locked behind her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stripping out of the mucky panties. Whether the price would be worth it or not remained to be seen, but being able to get out of them without Sawyer finding out what she'd done was a huge weight off of her chest. She wasn't sure what had happened, why she'd messed herself in her sleep, though it definitely wasn't an issue she'd had before, so, with any luck, it wouldn't happen again. And she absolutely wasn't going to let it happen while she was awake. If she had anything to say about it, the threat of diapers was now over.
As she dumped as much of the underwear's contents into the toilet as she could, and cleaned herself up, she pondered her dream, and the consequences of it. That had to be the cause of her accident... It had felt so real, despite how absurd it was. Maybe it had confused her brain, made her push in real life, and not just fantasy... She couldn't control her dreams, so, if that was the case, she couldn't guarantee it wouldn't repeat, but she had a feeling not spending her morning in a messy diaper would help with that.
With nowhere else to put them, she deposited the old panties into the garbage, covering them up with the other trash in there, planning to empty it out once the sitters were gone. Fortunately, it was trash day tomorrow, so she could be nice and offer to take the cans out to the end of the driveway, and, in the morning, the underwear would be taken away, and she'd never have to see, or think about, them again.
The panties Taylor had picked out for her didn't look anything like them, of course - if there had been any that did, she would have found them herself - but, like them, they were from her younger days, bright yellow and covered in cartoon frogs. She wasn't sure if they were any better than the ones she'd just taken off, other than being clean, and she definitely worried about what would happen if Sawyer saw them. Taylor had made it clear she wasn't going to help any more than she had to...
Would she consider helping Vickie explain the change as part of their agreement or not? Considering she was getting a laptop out of it, she should, although that order had already been made... She could do anything she wanted now, and Victoria couldn't stop her. Without a phone of her own to call her credit card company, or go to their website, she wouldn't be able to halt the charges before the computer was shipped out.
For now, she was going to have to trust Taylor, and believe she wasn't just going to immediately turn on her when Sawyer was nearby. She didn't have a choice... Taylor could easily lie herself, claim she knew nothing about the switch in undies, and leave Vickie to be punished by Sawyer however the sadistic teen considered appropriate.
Victoria shivered, sliding the panties up her legs, wondering if, by doing this, she was sealing her doom. Which would be worse: getting caught in poopy pants, or in trying to cover them up? She really didn't want to find out, and was fighting hard to keep her mind off the question, knowing that fretting over it too hard would make her anxious, which could easily lead to her dribbling into her new underwear, entirely negating the point of getting them in the first place.
At least with the old ones, she could try to argue they weren't wet, just messy... That was obviously worse, and yet, technically, Sawyer hadn't said anything about that. She'd said, specifically, that she'd put Vickie in panties if she wet herself... Perhaps Victoria would be able to outsmart her on a technicality... But probably not.
If she could keep calm, then she'd be okay. She flushed the toilet, washed her hands, and went back to her room, consciously controlling her breathing, keeping herself as cool and collected as possible, not even letting herself freak out when she saw the outfit Taylor had picked out for her.
She must have dug far into Victoria's closet to find it; Victoria herself hadn't remembered it existed, the shirt in particular. It was yellow and pink striped, with one of the same frogs from her underwear plastered across the front, holding up one flipper into an unlikely peace sign. She knew she'd liked frogs when she was younger, thinking they were cute... She hadn't recalled being this into them, however.
"That's so cute!" Taylor cooed, pulling the shirt - which was a bit too small, though not as much as Vickie would have liked, proving how little she'd grown, or developed, since then - over the other girl's head. "Maybe you can run around like that for the rest of the day!"
The panties and shirt did match, and it wouldn't have been any worse than spending the morning in diapers, but Victoria still shook her head, of course, blushing at the idea. Taylor, thankfully, let her have a skirt, too, although she might as well not have.
It was pink, and frilly, and small enough that any movement whatsoever led to her flashing her underwear. She'd had to fight with her mother to be allowed to get it initially, she remembered, since it had been short on her then... If it had been this bad, however, she was certain even she, as a child, would have had to admit her mom was right.
"Are you serious?!" she fumed. "You can see my panties!"
"Of course we can," Taylor countered. "Have you already forgotten what you did to that poor diaper? Or your last pair of panties? We can't trust you in big girl panties, even if we're letting you wear them for now... This just makes it easier for us to keep an eye on you. Or would you like to go without a skirt after all?"
Victoria sighed, pouting. "No, ma'am," she admitted.
"Didn't think so," Taylor grinned. "Now... What do you have to say to me?"
There were plenty of things Vickie would have liked to say to the girl, very few of which she had the guts for at the moment. The correct answer was so far down the list that it took Victoria a moment or two to figure it out, staring dumbly at the younger girl, uncertain of what she expected, then feeling stupid, and angry, when it struck her.
If anyone deserved to have this said to them, it was Victoria herself... But she knew that wasn't going to happen. Tugging at her skirt, and gritting her teeth, she forced her mouth to say, "Th-Thank you, ma'am," as sincerely as possible.
"You are so very welcome," Taylor patted her on the head. "Now, let's see how long you can actually last in those big girl panties."
Taylor took her by the hand, leading her to the living room, where Sawyer was waiting, the very sight of her making Vickie feel like she was shrinking, just like she had in her dream. Without her noticing, her body defaulted to the same nervous response she'd had there, her thumb popping itself right into her mouth, which started to suck away subconsciously.
"I found this shirt and these panties, and they were too cute together," Taylor explained, lifting Victoria's skirt without bothering to say anything to her, much less ask permission. "Aren't they precious?"
Sawyer nodded. "And her other panties?"
Victoria sucked harder on her thumb, pressing her thighs together as her heart pounded, terrified that Taylor was going to betray her, or that Sawyer would somehow know anyway, and that her fear was going to make her wet herself again, which only made her more scared, feeding into an infinite loop of anxiety.
"She did good," Taylor spoke up, after a long, silent moment. "Better than we ever could have imagined."
The smile that crept across Sawyer's face made Vickie nervous, almost made her wonder if she was missing something, if these two girls were talking about something completely different than what she thought. "Wonderful," Sawyer said. "Come on, Vickie, you can sit right here on the floor..." She patted the coffee table, which they'd cleared off, except for some coloring books and crayons. "I've got some nice chicken nuggies warming up for you for lunch, and then you can spend the rest of the day coloring some nice pictures for us, and proving to us that you know how not to pee your pants. How does that sound?"
Victoria looked at her suspiciously, wondering if this was a trap somehow, if there was more to it than met the eye, like with the girl's expression. Obviously, it was extremely childish, but, compared to the morning... "I-It sounds good, ma'am," she mumbled, realizing only then that she'd been sucking her thumb, removing it from her mouth with a blush and repeating herself. "G-Good, ma'am."
"You might as well put that back in there," Sawyer smirked. "Little girls should be seen and not heard, so, unless you're thanking us for looking after you, or begging us to take you to the potty, I don't want to hear anything else from you today. Do you understand?"
Victoria opened her mouth to say yes, then, instead, returned her thumb to her mouth, cheeks darkening as her body took over, suckling away automatically.
"Very good," Sawyer nodded. "Maybe you're smarter than you look."
Taylor giggled, sending Vickie over to the table with a smack on her bottom. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that..."