Published: July 24th 2020, 2:01:01 pm
Victoria, somehow, survived the rest of the day, Sawyer and Taylor having seemingly grown bored with her after everything else, leaving her to color and suck her thumb while they scrolled through their phones, giggling on the sofa behind them. Thankfully, they'd been true to their word, letting her go to the bathroom when she asked, so she managed to make it through without any more accidents... Although, concentrating on that had made her coloring a bit messier than usual, missing the lines a few times as she was gathering her courage to ask.
The next morning, everything seemed fairly normal, other than the very fact that she had babysitters at all. They didn't try to put her into diapers, or treat her like a baby... Apparently, they'd gotten that out of their systems, likely helped by Taylor having blackmailed a new computer out of her. What more could they want from her?
They made her stay in the living room with them, in their sight, but they were happy to browse Insta, or flip through TV, rather than making life worse for their charge. They'd taught Vickie her lesson the day before... They didn't need to do any more, at least according to Vickie herself. If this was what the rest of her summer was going to be like, she could live with that. It would be so much easier when her parents went to get her stuff from college - including, she hoped, her purse, and the phone inside it - and life could go mostly back to normal. Maybe she'd be able to convince herself she was just hanging out with a couple old friends, not being babysat.
It was almost noon when things started to change. "Oh!" Taylor exclaimed, turning her phone to show Sawyer something. "Looks like it got delivered!"
"Great," Sawyer grinned. "Hey, Vickie... Why don't you go check the mail?"
"Okay..." Victoria agreed uncertainly, heading to the front door, sliding into a pair of flip-flops for the walk to the end of the driveway. The only thing she could think that might have made Taylor excited was the laptop, but hadn't she had that shipped to her own house? It wouldn't have fit into Vickie's mailbox, and nobody had knocked on the door... And why would Sawyer care, or know? She'd bought that thing to keep her naptime accident a secret... How would Taylor have told her about one without the other? Why else would Victoria have given her something so expensive?!
Vickie had no answer for any of it, but she'd been allowed to dress herself, so there was no reason not to head outside for a minute. Sure enough, the mail had gone, a bit earlier than usual, although not by much... And it was possible that Taylor had just been looking out the window at the right moment to know that, that this was all some mind game to make Vickie anxious.
There was, however, a package. It was a padded envelope, bulging with whatever was inside, addressed to Vickie herself, with no return address. She knew she hadn't ordered anything, not to be delivered here, since she'd had no devices to communicate with the outside world. It could have been from the school - though she wasn't sure what they'd have decided to send on its own, when her entire room was still there - or the police station, or... Well, anywhere!
She picked it up, gave it a squeeze, felt it squish beneath her fingers. From the outside, it was hard to tell if that was just the bubble wrap lining the inside of the envelope or not. It didn't entirely seem like it... If she'd had to guess - which, at the moment, she did - she'd say she could press in further than that, into whatever was inside, but, without opening it, she didn't know.
She considered opening it out there, where she had some semblance of privacy, until she heard a, "Hi, Vickie! Home for summer?" and realized she was, of course, not in private at all.
"Y-Yeah," she waved back at her neighbor, Mrs. Eakin, who had gone to check her own mail at the same time. If anything, that strengthened Victoria's theory that Taylor had seen the mail truck go by, and whatever she'd been looking at on her phone was unrelated, or to throw her off... Mrs. Eakin was constantly staring out her window, or so it seemed, and had gotten Vickie in trouble a few times when she'd tried to cut high school to hang out at home, or came in after curfew, the woman always spotting it, and asking Vickie's mother if everything was okay, if Vickie had been feeling sick, or had some car trouble that kept her out so late. In short, she was far from Victoria's favorite person. "I'm gonna go in," she called. "It's hot out here already!"
She tossed the rest of the mail, addressed to her parents, onto its usual table, looking at the package again. Before she could open it up, Sawyer poked her head out of the living room. "Well, come on," she urged. "Bring it in here."
Did they know what was in this? If Taylor was sitting at just the right angle, she might have seen what the postman had put into the box... That was far harder to do than simply spotting the truck itself. Sawyer seemed to have expected this, though, ready to pop up and make Vickie return to her sitters before she opened it. Or was that a coincidence? Was she being paranoid?
"Oh, did you get something?" Taylor grinned as Vickie shuffled into the room. "Why don't you go ahead and open it, sweetie?"
This was a trap. She wasn't sure how, or what kind, but the girl's words made her certain that's what was happening. Her heart began to pound, imagining all the worst things that could be inside this padded envelope, her palm starting to sweat, no matter how hard she tried to tell herself this might instead be what they wanted... They could be trying to get her nervous, and worked up, over something that they had nothing to do with...
"Open it," Sawyer repeated. "We have to make sure it's something appropriate for you to play with before we can let you have it."
Was it a toy of some kind? The first thing that came to mind was a rattle, but it felt too big for that... She hadn't heard any noise coming from it, either, although she'd been outside most of the time, so it might not have been loud enough to notice over all the other ambient sounds. There'd also been nothing when she was inside, however, she hadn't moved it around as much.
Anxiously, she slid her finger under the flap holding the envelope shut, sliding it along the glue line, ripping it open, the girls watching her, fascinated. She turned the package over, giving it a shake, the contents slipping out, landing on the coffee table between them, and, for a long moment, she was still confused.
It was wrapped in a plastic bag, so it stayed together, still mostly keeping the inner shape of the envelope. She thought, at first, it might be a blanket, folded up tightly, though she could see there were two different designs of fabric. It was hard to tell if they were separate or not, but the thickness of it, as a whole, made her uncertain of what else it could be.
"Doesn't that look cozy?" Taylor teased, seeming to confirm Vickie's suspicion.
Was that it? Victoria felt silly, getting all worked up about a blanket. It was childish, sure, one half of it pink and covered in butterflies, the other purple, with cartoon princesses, but if this really was from her sitters, it was perhaps the most innocuous thing they could have possibly found. Considering everything they'd done to her the day before, it was almost disappointing that they would think this would upset her... They'd been right, though only until she'd actually opened it.
"You know what?" she smirked, feeling like she had the leg up on them for once, "It does." Proudly, she reached into the plastic bag and pulled out its contents, ready to unfold the blanket with a dramatic flick of the wrist and cuddle up with it, even if it was almost summer, to prove to them that they hadn't gotten to her.
She couldn't do that, however, because, once it was free from the innermost packaging, it fell apart, revealing that the two different fabrics had, indeed, come from two separate things... And that neither was a blanket. She dropped them onto the table, cheeks darkening, seeing, now that they were out, the waistbands, the legholes... She would have thought they were underwear, if not for how thick they were...
"I'm glad you think so," Sawyer gave a slightly delayed reply with a grin, as Vickie finally realized what she'd gotten, what she'd agreed looked comfortable. "I was worried we might have trouble getting you to wear them."
"Y-You bought me training pants?!" Victoria squealed. They'd made her wear a diaper for a good part of the previous day, even after she'd messed it, and this was nowhere near as bad as that, but she'd been in that before they arrived... They'd had to actually find a place that sold these in her size, then order them for her.
"No," Taylor shook her head. "You bought them for you. You very helpfully let me use your credit card number... Remember?"
This hadn't been why, although Vickie wasn't sure how to point that out without having to reveal to Sawyer what the real reason was. Taylor must have saved her info in her phone... Until Victoria got her phone back - and the card itself, so she'd know what number she had to call to cancel it, and maybe dispute some charges, though the fact that at least this order had been sent to her address wasn't going to help her prove it hadn't been her who had placed it - the girl could use her card to order whatever she wanted.
"I-I didn't... I-I..." Vickie felt herself starting to sweat again, trying to find a way to voice her displeasure without leaving an opening for Sawyer to start questioning things.
"I know, you didn't expect them so soon, did you?" Taylor cut her off. "I figured I might as well pay for the fastest shipping... I knew your parents would be happy for that, so you weren't leaving puddles all over their floor."
"I wouldn't!" Victoria pouted. "I-I don't need these!"
"Oh, you don't?" Sawyer pounced, stepping over, unbuttoning the older girl's jeans before she could be stopped, and yanking them down. "Thought so," she said proudly. "What is that?"
Vickie didn't even know what she was talking about at first, although she was very glad she didn't mention that before she looked down at herself. Her shocked expression probably gave it away, but at least she hadn't made it worse by running her mouth, making it look like she hadn't known it had happened, whether that was the truth or not. "I-It's not that bad..." she mumbled, squirming.
It wasn't... If she'd had to guess, it had happened when the girls had been making her feel so nervous about the package. It couldn't have been more than a few drops, if that, barely enough to be seen from the outside... She wouldn't have been happy to see it, but she wouldn't make a big deal out of it if she'd caught a babysitting charge like this. Well, probably not, anyway....
"I thought you were an adult, Victoria," Sawyer rolled her eyes.
"I-I am!" Vickie insisted.
"Well," Sawyer grinned, "if that's true, then any accident is too much... I don't care how minor it is, young lady, if you're piddling in your pants, then you need some protection. Now, which do you want to wear first? The butterflies, or the princesses?"
"I don't want either!" Victoria whined, stomping her foot. "I don't need them!"
"Victoria," Sawyer glared down at her, the older girl shrinking before her, wishing she'd stayed quiet even before she said anything more. "If I hear you say that one more time, I'll take those panties of yours off and shove them into your mouth to shut you up, and then we'll see if you still think your accident is 'not that bad'... Is that what you want?"
Vickie gulped, shook her head, this time feeling the tiniest dribble of wetness into her panties. It was so small, another drop or two, nowhere near enough that it would have been noticeable if she were wearing her pants... But, of course, her sitters saw it right away.
"See?" Taylor sighed. "This is why we got you the trainers, remember? We can't trust you to control yourself!" Vickie wanted so badly to point out, again, how incredibly tiny it was, but she didn't dare. "Now, pick which ones you want to wear, or we'll do it for you."
Victoria grumbled, however, it was clear she didn't have a choice, other than the one she was being given now. "I'll wear the butterflies," she conceded, not sure it was the 'right' pick, if there even was one in this situation. They were both training pants, meant for toddlers who were being potty trained... She didn't need, or particularly want, either one. The princesses were a bit too cartoony for her, though, made them seem a little more childish; the trainers the butterflies were on were pink, on the other hand, and she considered that a slightly less mature color.
"Very good," Sawyer patted her on the head. "Can you put them on yourself, or do you need our help?"
Vickie rolled her eyes. "I can put them on," she told the girls, starting to walk out of the room, to her bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" Sawyer grabbed her by the arm. "You need to do it here, so we can keep an eye on you."
Sawyer had seen her naked, had changed her messy diaper, had bathed her... Taylor hadn't, although she had seen Victoria in both a messy diaper, and messy underwear. She didn't particularly want to strip down in front of her, but, in all honesty, it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her in the past couple days. Sighing, she stepped out of her panties, pulling the trainers up her legs instead.
They weren't as thick as the diaper, but much closer to that than her normal underwear, layer upon layer of soft cotton held between her thighs, just waiting for her to slip up again. She genuinely hadn't thought she needed them, that their very presence in her house was ridiculous... As soon as they'd snapped into place around her waist, however, her confidence was shaken. She reached for her jeans, wanting to hide the padded panties, only to have Sawyer snatch them away.
"No need for these yet," Sawyer teased, draping them over the back of the sofa. "Pick up your other trainers, and your soaked panties, and come with me."
"Th-They aren't soaked!" Vickie insisted, knowing that everyone there was fully aware of that, but still mortified at the sound of the word, the implication that she'd earned her new underwear, such as they were.
"I warned you," Sawyer shook her head, reaching down, plucking the panties up, holding them gingerly between two fingers. "Open wide..."
"Noo!" Vickie squealed, squirming in place, cheeks red even before she felt her nervous bladder let loose once more. It was very different this time, a full stream instead of a drop, as if it knew what it was wearing, and that it could take it. The trainers warmed up, growing slightly heavier as she almost instantly proved her need for the things.
If she'd still been in her panties, she would have been in big trouble. However, if she'd been wearing those... Would she have done it? It shouldn't have made a difference, and yet, somehow, she was certain it did. She'd had some scares before, and the result could barely be described as a dribble... This, as soon as she was in something thicker, and more absorbent, was closer to a full-fledged accident.
"Then are you going to do what I tell you?" Sawyer asked.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," Vickie replied quietly, her height compared to the girl, mixed with the now-damp trainers, and the sound of 'soaked panties' ringing in her ears, enough to chip away at the bit of confidence she'd gained, being allowed to dress herself that morning, and pretend things weren't going to be that bad today.
"Good," Sawyer handed them over, picking up the other trainers in their place, pushing them into Victoria's other hand. "And these, too. Now, come on."
Vickie trailed after Sawyer, Taylor following after her, perhaps just curious what was happening, although, sandwiched between them, the older girl felt like a prisoner, being marched off to her cell. She snuck a look at her underwear as she went, confirming it was nothing more than a few drops, already starting to dry... But now, in her wet training pants, that didn't feel like such a victory.
The first stop was the laundry room. Vickie had spent some time there the day before, washing her sheets, and, while she was there, the rest of the contents of the hamper. It was empty now, as Sawyer opened it up, standing aside. "In they go!" she ordered.
That was, of course, the logical place for her undies, though she couldn't help thinking about how they'd look, all alone, if her parents went to drop off their work clothes before Vickie could put anything else in there. The wet spot was definitely going to be gone by then... Right? But, even if it wasn't, would they assume something like that had happened, to lead her to put those in the wash, and none of the other clothes she'd been wearing that day? Especially since she'd been in a diaper when they'd picked her up at the police station, and her sitters might have told them about her other accidents...
"Vickie!" Sawyer snapped, breaking the girl out of her train of thought. She dropped the underwear into the hamper, immediately wishing she was alone so she could at least bend down and rearrange them, the slightly damp crotch having landed face-up, for anyone who opened the lid to see. "All right, now we'll go put your new panties where they belong, too."
They went to Victoria's room next, Sawyer opening up Vickie's underwear drawer, pushing them aside. "Right there!" she gestured.
There were a few newer pairs of panties in the drawer, some that were back-ups, that were too plain, or were starting to get holes around the elastic, that she hadn't felt right about throwing out, but hadn't felt worthy of taking to college with her. For the most part, they were older ones, from when she'd been a kid. She definitely should have gotten rid of them... Once she'd moved away to school, though, the chances of her doing that had plummeted to almost zero.
The majority of the year, she was away, so she didn't have to so much as think about them; when she was home on break, she generally just tossed the underwear she did wear, that she'd brought back with her, over top of them, and rarely got through them all before laundry day, so she likely wouldn't see the old ones until she was packing up, and, by then, thanks to her habit of procrastinating, there wasn't time to box up the old ones to have her mom donate them, or toss them into the garbage.
And now, her underwear drawer looked like it belong to some goofy little tween, or worse. There were so many pastels, and ribbons, and lace, nothing sleek or sexy... She wouldn't have been caught dead wearing any of these on a date. To add to all of that, to make the rest of the contents look even more immature by association, she had to put the purple, princess print, trainers next to them.
There was no way anybody, looking at that drawer, would guess it belonged to her, to a college girl who had just finished her junior year, a year away from graduating; they'd probably assume she was a kindergartener, one who was on the precipice of graduating to big girl panties once and for all... But not quite.
And, if they saw her, standing there, her soggy trainers rapidly growing cool between her legs, she doubted she'd change their mind. In fact, they'd probably take her over their lap, spank her for having another accident, for squandering all the work she'd clearly been doing to get this far, maybe give her a lecture about how she was too old for this...
"Earth to Vickie!" Taylor exclaimed, breaking the older girl out of her thoughts yet again.
"Oh, don't worry about her," Sawyer shrugged. "Her opinion doesn't really matter anyway. If we think it'll be cute, then it will be."
Victoria turned away from her underwear drawer to see her sitters standing at her closet, Taylor holding a denim skirtall, a heart embroidered onto the chest pocket. It looked small, and, sure enough, when it was tugged over her head, the hem of the skirt barely went past the crotch of her trainers, giving very little room to accommodate for any further accidents.
Vickie forced herself to calm down, to not fret over it. The more anxious she felt, the easier it would be for her to wet herself again... If the girls wanted to play dress-up, she'd just have to be their model. It wasn't a big deal.
When Sawyer pulled the pink, polka-dotted, knee socks from her drawer, however, she couldn't help herself. It could just be part of the outfit... Until Taylor coupled them with a pair of sneakers from the closet, of a slightly darker pink.
"Wh-What are those for?" she asked, nibbling at her lip as she sat on her bed, socked feet swinging.
"You know what they say," Sawyer smirked, taking the first shoe from her partner, sliding the first shoe onto Vickie's foot. "No shirt, no shoes, no service. And we'd hate for anyone to deny you service while we're out shopping."
Vickie gulped, suddenly far less pleased about the outfit, especially the training panties. "Wh-Why are we going shopping?! We don't need anything!"
"You can't stay cooped up here all summer," Sawyer told her, moving on to the second shoe. "It'll be fun!" She tied the final knot, lifted Vickie off the bed, setting her down on her feet. "Now... I expect you to tell us when you need to use the potty, or one of the things we're going to be buying is diapers. Do you understand?"
Victoria stared up at her, fidgeting, wondering if she knew the truth, if she was aware that Vickie had already failed at that, if the real point of this trip was exactly that... But, even if it was, she didn't really have a choice. If she said anything else, she'd be risking a spanking for disobedience, which, if Sawyer didn't already know the state of her trainers, would reveal it to her. So, like it or not, she swallowed, nodded, and said, "Y-Yes, ma'am," praying she hadn't just sealed her fate.