Published: October 16th 2020, 2:00:03 pm
"Oh, my God!" Liz giggled, looking at Victoria again, unable to believe her eyes, now that the smaller woman was finally allowing her face to be fully seen, realizing there was no other choice, since she hadn't been able to fool Jordan. And, really, she probably owed them for saving her from whatever had been about to happen to her with those hands... Not that it made it any easier to stand there, letting them stare at her. "Why didn't you say anything at the food court?!"
"Ummm... You know," Vickie shrugged uncomfortably. "I-I didn't..."
"I never would have guessed that was you!" Liz thankfully cut her off, as Vickie did her best to come up with a suitable excuse. "I mean, you just look so..."
Now she was at a loss for words, cheeks reddening, perhaps deducing that Victoria wouldn't be a huge fan of what she'd been about to say. Jordan had no such qualms, however, as the one who had known Vickie for longer. "You look like you belong in that daycare," she told Vickie bluntly. "In fact..."
Victoria gasped as Jordan grabbed her skirt, lifting it up, giving her training pants a pat, right there in the public. "Hey!" she squealed, pulling at her dress, only to stop when Jordan didn't let go, terrified of ripping the childish garment and being left running around the mall with her trainers fully exposed.
"Jordan!" Liz scolded her. "What are you doing?! We know she's a grown-up now!"
"Is she?" Jordan smirked. "I thought they looked a bit saggy when we saw her struggling... And they are. Come on, check her: she's wet."
"Don't be silly," Liz shook her head, though that didn't stop her from approaching. "I'm sure it's just... Oh, my God." She started to giggle once more, her fingers brushing against the soggy padding at first, then giving them a light squeeze in disbelief. "You're right," she admitted. "She definitely tinkled... What's going on, Vickie? Couldn't you find the potty?"
"More importantly," Jordan asked, "why are you dressed like this? Why were you wearing training pants in the first place?"
"Good point," Liz nodded. "Wait... Were you trying to get into the daycare? Did we interrupt?" She answered herself, as Victoria blushed, shaking her head in disgust. "But you were yelling an awful lot..."
"Jordan, let go!" Vickie whined, tugging at the hem of her dress again, the larger girl still not having let go of it. There weren't many people down at this end of the mall, but she was positive all of them were staring at her, seeing the infantile, puffy undies she had on.
"But they're so cute," Jordan teased. "I want to make sure everyone gets a look... In fact..."
"Jordan, don't you dare!" Vickie demanded, with all the authority she could muster, as the other girl reached into her purse, taking out her cell. Frantically, Victoria redoubled her efforts to yank the skirt down, using both hands, nowhere near a match for the grip of her muscular opponent. "Jordan, erase those right now!" she stomped her foot, after hearing a series of stomach-twisting clicks coming from the phone.
"But if I do that, I can't show everyone how precious you look," Jordan told her, finally letting go of the skirtall, giving Vickie cheek a pinch instead, while the smaller girl desperately readjusted her clothing. "I'm sure the whole school will want to see..."
"Jordan, no!" Victoria begged. "You can't..." All she could think of was her nightmare the previous day, of all her college friends and acquaintances seeing her in diapers... And she'd known Jordan before that, too, knew she could show it to all their old high school friends as well. "Liz!" she turned to her tormentor's companion, who seemed nicer. "Y-You can't let her!"
"I don't know," Liz shrugged, sidling up beside Jordan, peeking at the screen of her phone. "It is pretty cute... I'd hate to deny anyone that."
"No, please!" Vickie fell onto her knees, clasping her hands together. "Y-You don't understand! This isn't my fault! I-I don't need these, my babysit..." She froze, a blush quickly spreading across her face, realizing what she'd started to say, praying she hadn't gotten far enough for the girls to figure out what she'd meant.
"Wait..." Liz's eyebrows raised. "Is that who you were with in the food court? I thought they were... Well, at first, your big sisters, but then after I found out it was you, I thought they were your little sisters. Vickie... Were those girls your babysitters?!"
"You have babysitters?!" Jordan snickered. "You're almost a senior in college, Vickie! That's just sad... Though, I guess it's understandable, since you can't be trusted to keep your pants dry."
"They barely looked old enough not to need babysitters themselves," Liz giggled. "I can't believe they were in charge of her!"
"They aren't that young!" Vickie defended herself, as best she could. "Th-They're adults! They're almost in college..."
"Almost?" Jordan smirked. "As in, not even little baby freshies yet? In complete control of a soon-to-be senior like you? Do you really not get how pathetic that is? That just makes the story I'm going to send with those pictures all the better... Maybe I'll see if anyone wants to volunteer to look after you once we get back to school..."
"Jordan, please!" Victoria clung to Jordan's skirt, feeling herself dribbling a bit more into her trainers, the prolonged stress of this interaction making it impossible for her to concentrate on stopping it, or worrying about it too much. "Y-You can't send those to anyone! I-I'll do anything..."
"Anything?" Jordan paused, leering down at her. Vickie blushed, nibbling briefly on her bottom lip, nodded. Liz and Jordan stepped back for a moment, whispering to one another. Vickie might have been able to scramble to her feet, run away... But they'd still have the pictures, so it wouldn't solve anything. And, as much as they worked out, and as long as their legs were - showcased by their wrap-arounds, in case she'd forgotten - compared to hers, she doubted she could get far, if they didn't want her to.
What were they going to want from her? Had she made a mistake, agreeing to this?! The pair weren't officially together, but, considering all the time they spent together, there was definitely speculation that they were a couple... There was nothing wrong with that; Vickie, though, while certainly able to appreciate the beauty of another woman, didn't lean that way... She didn't think they'd ask for anything sexual, however, she had offered them a blank check, to do whatever they wanted...
"Oh, I don't know," Liz spoke up, a little louder, clearly for Vickie's benefit. "Do you think she can handle it?"
Victoria knew they were trying to make her squirm, to imagine the worst... And it was working. It was possible Jordan had never really planned on distributing the pics anyway, that this was all for nothing, although that seemed unlikely. As far as Vickie was aware, the girl didn't hate her, but gossip that juicy was hard to resist spreading... And they weren't exactly friends, either.
"A big baby like her?" Jordan sniffed. "I doubt it... I bet it's way too grown-up for her..."
Vickie swallowed, staying silent, too scared to deny it, without a better idea of what it was, too embarrassed to agree about being too immature for anything. What had she gotten herself into?!
Suddenly, inspiration hit. It wouldn't be pleasant, but what had been, the past couple days? "Umm..." she mumbled quietly. "N-Not to rush you or anything... M-My sitters are going to be looking for me soon, though, so whatever this is, it can't take too long... I-I don't want them to get worried and call mall security or something..."
She was having to admit to having babysitters again, but that was already known... And, if she was lucky, it might be enough to protect her. Jordan and Liz didn't know what Taylor and Sawyer were like; as far as they were aware, they were sweet, and loving, and wouldn't let her get bullied, even by a couple of cooler, older (than them, anyway) college girls. She doubted they'd be scared of her sitters... She didn't think they'd be invested enough in whatever they were planning to risk any unnecessary confrontation, however.
"Don't worry," Jordan told her, taking her hand and helping her to her feet, while Liz scurried away, much to Vickie's dismay, since she seemed to be the nicer one. "We're just going to play a little game... Where are your babysitters expecting to find you?"
"Wh-What kind of game?" Vickie asked nervously.
"That's none of your concern," Jordan informed her. "Where do you need to be?"
"Th-The food court," Vickie admitted.
"Perfect!" Jordan smiled. "Liz is going to pick up something we need, so I'll text her to meet us there... I bet a clever girl like you will be done with the game in no time, and we'll be on our way!"
"A-And you'll delete the pictures?" Vickie let out an anxious chuckle.
"I never agreed to that," Jordan shrugged. "I said I wouldn't send them to anyone... Not that I'd get rid of them."
So she was only delaying the worst... Even assuming that Jordan wasn't going to break her word during the summer, if she kept the pictures, she could just show them off on her phone once they got back to college, or now if she ran into any of Vickie's old high school friends. Vickie wasn't in a position to bargain, unfortunately, had to take what she could get, and be glad she'd gotten anything, since, really, the girls could have made her do anything they wanted anyway. She was so much smaller and weaker than any one of them... With the two of them together, teamed up against her, she might as well have been a real toddler.
"Fine," she sighed, hoping this 'game' wouldn't be that bad, considering how little she was really getting out of it, already dreading what was going to happen in a couple months, when she had to go to them at school and beg for mercy again, without the threat of her babysitters to 'protect' her. "You won't, though?"
"I'll keep my promise," Jordan replied, more vague than Victoria would have preferred, but obviously the best she was going to get.
Maybe, Vickie thought, Sawyer and Taylor would already be there when they made it back to the food court... Yes, she'd be in trouble for wandering off, but Jordan would probably leave her alone, let her get out of whatever this game was going to be... Although, then, she had no reason not to start sending the pictures to everyone at college. By the time classes started again in the fall, everyone would have seen her in her soggy trainers, know what a baby she was, or had been this summer...
So she didn't know if it was a good thing or not, returning to her table to find it empty... At least of people. The food she hadn't finished was still there, waiting, her stomach churning at the idea of eating another bite of it.
"Wow," Jordan gazed at the spread in amazement. "Were you really this hungry?"
"I don't wanna talk about it," Victoria rolled her eyes, flopping down into a chair.
"Did you drink all of those?" Jordan pushed, eyeing the drinks specifically. "No wonder you peed your pants!"
"Shh!" Vickie blushed, glad the crowds had died down somewhat before the other girl had declared that out loud, for anyone to hear. "And no, I didn't! I haven't even touched those ones without straws... Yet." With any luck, she wouldn't have to... But her babysitters had decided that's what they wanted from her, and, as far as they knew, Vickie had been sitting there like a good, patient little girl, just looking forward to their return... They had no idea what she'd been through, or why she might deserve a bit of mercy, and she couldn't tell them without admitting she'd broken the rules.
"Hmm..." Jordan nodded, surveying the sea of cups, plucking up a clear one, full of yellow liquid that was quite visible on the other side of the plastic. "If you haven't had any of this, do you mind if I take it? Their lemonade here is really good."
"Yeah, whatever," Victoria shrugged. Her sitters likely wouldn't notice a single cup gone, so that was one less thing she'd have to gulp down. "There are straws somewhere around here..."
"Nah, that's fine," Jordan popped the lid off the cup, taking a sip from the side. "Don't need one."
That did worry Vickie a little... Had Sawyer and Taylor paid attention, made certain to grab a straw for every drink? An extra straw at the end of this humongous meal might be enough to tip them off that something was up... Or, hopefully, they'd just grabbed a handful from one of the places, and assumed it was plenty.
"Yummy," Jordan commented, setting the open cup down on the table. If Victoria hadn't been so anxious about what they had in store for her with the game, or how her babysitters would react if they got back before Liz, if the two groups would team up against it, she might have noticed the bigger girl didn't drink any more, despite her brief, yet positive, review.
"Found one!" Liz exclaimed, bustling over, bag in hand. "I thought we were going to have to go old school, and cut the bottom off a bottle of soda or something!"
"Oh, we're much classier than that," Jordan winked. "All right, Vickie... You ready?"
"I-I... think so?" Vickie was still clueless about what awaited her.
Liz reached into the bag and pulled out a large funnel, which answered none of Vickie's questions. What game could they possibly want to play with a funnel?!
"Do you know what we're playing?" Jordan asked, and, though she didn't want to seem dumb, Victoria had to shake her head. "Don't worry," she grinned. "It's easy... But with that outfit, I'm afraid you're going to have to lift that skirt again."
"What?!" Vickie squealed, looking around. The food court wasn't as busy as it had been earlier, however, there were still plenty of people around to see what was under her skirtall if she did that, far more than had been in front of the daycare. "No!"
"Then you're okay with me sending those pictures out?" Jordan raised an eyebrow.
"No!" Vickie pouted. "But..." She cast her eyes around the food court once more, ensuring there was nobody around she knew. "Fine!" she stomped her foot sulkily, blushing at the realization that she was just drawing more attention to herself with that, and slowly began sliding her dress upwards.
"More than that!" Liz chirped, snatching the fabric out of her hands, raising it up over the entirety of her training panties, to jam the funnel down the front of them, tucking the skirt behind it. "There you go!"
Victoria groaned, frantically trying to tug at the skirt, to pull it around the funnel, to hide her shame... Although, there was only so much cloth there, and doing that too much would mean leaving the rear of her trainers more exposed. There was no good solution to this, nothing to do except wait for this to be over, and pray now that Sawyer and Taylor stayed away, or else they'd get a perfect view of her soggy pants.
"Now what?!" she attempted to move things along.
"Okay, Vickie," Jordan told her. "You have to lean your head back... Look up at the ceiling..."
Vickie chewed on her lip, not liking that at all. If her eyes were up there, she couldn't be watching for her babysitters' return, couldn't do anything to speed this up if she saw them approaching. Then again, the longer she waited, the more chance there was that the younger girls would show up...
"Fine!" she sighed, doing as she'd been ordered.
"Now," Jordan reached into her purse, pulled something out, carefully balancing it on the tip of Vickie's upturned nose, "that is a penny. All you have to do is make that penny drop into the funnel, and you win!"
"Wait... Really?" Vickie started to look at Jordan, only for the girl to push her back, re-centering the penny. That sounded fairly easy, all things considered... Was there something she was overlooking? She couldn't see where she was aiming, sure, and that would make it harder, but it seemed like Liz had positioned the funnel right where it needed to be for the penny to fall directly into it...
She shouldn't complain; she hadn't known what to expect, though, knowing those two, she'd been almost certain it would involve some display of physical strength, something she didn't have an abundance of, as a rather petite young woman who didn't bother with the gym the same way they did. This was weird, but it definitely felt doable, like she had a very good shot at winning.
"You only have three chances, though," Liz warned her. "So you have to make every one count."
That did add a bit of a twist on it, but her confidence was still high - as high as it could be, given the circumstances - as she made her first attempt, moving her head down, watching the penny bounce off the far edge of the funnel and onto the floor.
"That was close!" Liz encouraged her, bending over to retrieve it, waiting for Victoria to reset her position. "You might be able to pull it off!"
Vickie was nearly positive that she could. If she tucked her chin in a little more, maybe that would make the penny fall just enough closer to her to go in... But she missed the center of the funnel again.
"Uh-oh," Jordan taunted, fetching the coin this time. "This is your last shot, Vickie... You'd better make not mess it up."
Vickie swallowed, nodded, working through it in her head as she leaned it back, seeing Jordan pick up her lemonade from the corner of her eye. It had almost been enough last time... Did she just need to try it again, and hope the penny fell a bit closer to her body this time, or was there some other trick? She was deep in thought, pondering the possibilities, when it happened.
She couldn't believe she hadn't seen it coming; it was so obvious now, after the fact. She gasped in shock as Jordan dumped the entire cup of lemonade into the funnel, a huge rush of liquid splooshing into her trainers at once, soaking into the fabric, starting to dribble down her inner thighs. Some of the ice had melted, but it was still quite cool, and most of the cubes that remained had gotten small enough to make it through the funnel, and into her pants.
"Jordan!" she squealed, staring down at herself, and her drenched training panties, in shock, not caring about where the penny ended up now. Her crotch was very cold now, making her squirm and wriggle, but she had a far more pressing concern. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble!"
"What's wrong?" Jordan mocked her, giggling. "Are your babysitters going to spank you?" Vickie didn't answer, but she also didn't need to, her expression saying everything. "Seriously?! They keep you in training pants, and they spank you? How old are you, Vickie?!"
Right now, she didn't feel any older than three or four, at the most. The trainers were sagging low, peeking out of the bottom of her dress obviously even after Liz had removed the funnel. The lemonade dribbling out was yellow enough to make the 'accident' look all the more real, along with the inevitable consequences of it. She wasn't about to tell Jordan or Liz this, but she knew what this was going to lead to, what they'd done to her... She was definitely going to end up back in diapers now.
"Aww," Liz wiped one of Vickie's tearful eyes, the smaller girl doing the best she could to stop herself, and failing. "I'm sure it won't be that bad... Your babysitters must know what a tiny, little baby you are, so I doubt they'll spank you too hard..."
"No," Sawyer spoke up, "we won't."
Vickie had never felt more grateful to hear the girl's voice, to see her and Taylor appear behind Jordan and Liz, arms full of shopping bags. It was easy to forget, when they weren't there, that they were actually taller than Jordan and Liz, Taylor by a pretty good amount, though even Sawyer had an inch on Jordan. Of course, in a fight, Vickie would have bet on Jordan and Liz anyway, thanks to all the time they spent in the gym, and those muscles they loved showing off so much, but it was still hard to believe that the younger girls were bigger than them in any regard.
"Oh," Jordan smirked down at Vickie. "These must be your babysitters... Now that they're here, we'll leave you in their care. See you in the fall, squirt." She walked away, patting Vickie on the head, leaving her behind with Sawyer and Taylor.
As glad as she had been to see them, now that they were alone, Vickie felt even more aware of the state of her trainers, dropping down onto her knees for the second time that day. "I-I swear," she sniffed, "I-I didn't do it... I-It's not my fault!"
"We know," Taylor told her gently. "We saw... We were on our way over, but we couldn't make it in time."
"Y-You know?" Victoria felt a weight lifting off her chest, one that had been sitting there, getting heavier, almost since she'd first put these training panties on, and quickly had her first accident in them.
"We can hardly count this one against you," Sawyer shrugged. "We'd better get you back home... Not everyone else is going to know, and they probably won't be happy to have you walking around their stores, dripping all over."
Vickie blushed, climbing back to her feet. The girls did what they could to dry her legs off with their extra napkins, but as soon as she started walking, she could feel the overworked padding start dribbling down her legs again. It was going to be a long walk back to the car... She had managed to get out of finishing all that food, though, and her genuine accidents had been disguised, so she supposed she owed Jordan and Liz a thank you when she saw them back at school...
Even so, she couldn't help tugging at her skirtall as she waddled back through the mall towards the car. "E-Everyone's going to see," she whined, not sure what, exactly, she expected her sitters to do about it, outside of stopping to buy her some real underwear.
"Aww, don't worry," Saywer teased. "They've been seeing it the whole time anyway... It's been peeking out the back the whole trip."
"What?!" Vickie gasped, unable to tell if she was joking or not.
"It was too cute to say anything about," Taylor confirmed. "Not that there was much you could have done."
Vickie blushed the rest of the walk, and as she stood by outside the car as a blanket was put down for her to sit on. She'd been nervous about all the people in the food court who had seen her trainers during the 'game'... But, apparently, everyone she'd passed had been able to get a glimpse! And, if it was so obvious... Had her sitters known about her previous accidents after all? She had to assume not, if they hadn't punished her for them... She'd really dodged a bullet, though, in that case.
She was going to have to be much more careful from now on... Things had, somehow, worked out this time, however, there was no guarantee that was going to happen again. If she kept having accidents like she had today, she was going to be back in diapers in no time, especially if she didn't have college bullies dumping lemonade down her pants to blame it on.