Published: February 18th 2022, 3:01:02 pm
Victoria squirmed in discomfort, having nowhere to look - except straight out into the ocean - to avoid seeing naked people. Why had her sitters brought her here?! The amount of 'help' she employed on a daily basis, from her padded bras to her high heels, to make herself look more mature made it so that she'd never have considered coming to a place like this, even before everything with Sawyer and Taylor had happened.
And now, here she was, wearing one of her childhood swimsuits, with a pair of trainers covered in plastic pants underneath, barely hidden, while everyone else ran around, seemingly completely comfortable with their bodies... And, from what she could see, with no reason not to be. Everyone here was so hot... It was hard not to gawk at them, to feel herself getting horny as she stared at them, having to tear her eyes away before they caught her...
This was torture, she thought. Her babysitters were trying to torment her... Then again, what else was new? Hadn't that been pretty much their goal right from the start? But to bring her to a place like this when they knew she'd been denied any kind of sexual release on so long - when they'd been the reason for that denial - was extra cruel.
"Isn't this nice?" Sawyer smiled, stretching. "Such a beautiful day!"
Vickie couldn't say she was a huge fan of seeing her sitters this way, either... She'd seen most, if not all, of their bodies when she'd babysat them, but she'd certainly not ever thought of them in this way then, and had no real reason to. And they'd loved comparing her to themselves, though, through their clothes, the differences had been obvious, yet not as crystal clear as this, as seeing them right in front of her, with literally nothing to hide behind. She didn't need her dumb tankini to make her feel like a little kid next to them; it did make the sensation all the more intense, however.
"Vickie," Taylor cooed, the smaller girl blushing, looking away from Sawyer, towering above her. "Do you want to help with the sunscreen, sweetie?"
Vickie gulped, her face heating up at the idea of rubbing lotion all over the girls' bodies... She wasn't gay, but it was impossible to deny how attractive they were... She caught herself sucking her thumb, shaking her head.
"She just wants to go play," Sawyer chuckled. "That's all right, you go splash in the water some, sweetie! Don't go too far!"
"Don't we need to give her some, too?" Taylor asked.
Sawyer nodded, rolling her eyes at herself. "Of course! I packed some special for her, didn't I?" She reached into the bag and pulled out a small, bright pink tube, squirting some into her hands. "Come here, Vickie!"
Vickie hesitantly shuffled over, although she wasn't sure what she was nervous about... What more could they possibly do to her?! And it did look like sunscreen... She could smell the strawberry scent as she approached, but that wasn't the worst thing in the world. It also appeared to be sparkling a bit in the sunshine, though it wasn't until Sawyer had started smearing it onto her arm that she realized why.
"Is this glitter sunscreen?" she wrinkled her nose, even as she stared down at the evidence.
"Are you complaining?" Taylor raised an eyebrow. "I didn't see you bringing any of your own... Would you rather get sunburned?"
"N-No, ma'am," Vickie shook her head, thinking of the last time that had happened, and how miserable she'd been. "S-Sorry, it's just..." She trailed off, the words seeming silly as she processed them in her mind.
"Just what?" Sawyer pushed, pausing the application. "Just what, Vickie?"
Vickie blushed, realizing the girl wasn't going to continue until she did. "J-Just so childish," she mumbled.
"Really?" Sawyer snickered, poking Vickie's padded crotch. "You're worried about your sunscreen being childish?!"
Vickie squirmed, listening to the other two laugh at her, waiting for them to finish before saying, "S-Sorry... I-It's fine..."
"Of course it is!" Sawyer declared, going back to rubbing it into her charge's skin. "It'll make you smell so sweet, and look so cute... It's perfect for you! The SPF is a little lower than what I normally use, but it's worth it for all that! Don't you think?"
She gave Vickie a pointed look, one that made it clear what her answer should be. "Y-Yeah," Vickie forced a smile. "Totally."
"There we go!" Sawyer announced. "All done!"
Taylor glanced over from her own application, impressed. "That was quick," she observed.
"Well, she doesn't have as much to cover," Sawyer shrugged, the two sharing a giggle as Taylor pointedly began to massage the sunscreen onto her breasts. "In several ways... She's just so cute and little," she pinched Vickie's cheeks, "and she's wearing her adorable swimsuit to cover most of her already! Now, go on, Vickie!"
She waved her away, moving on to getting sunscreen of her own, and helping Taylor with hers. Vickie didn't really want to wander off and get separated from them here, so that she'd at least have them to blame her outfit on, though watching them playfully rubbing the lotion all over each other was getting to be a bit too much for her already.
Vickie grumbled, doing her best to adjust her swimsuit bottoms, wishing they were a little bigger. Sawyer was right that her suit was covering quite a bit of her skin, at least compared to what she would normally have worn - and especially what everyone else here was, or, rather, was not, wearing - and anything more would only make her look more immature... But that was a trade-off she was willing to make in this case. If they were big enough to keep her plastic pants concealed, then, no matter how childish they might look, they would still be a net benefit...
Then again, she'd still have had to deal with the bulge... It wasn't nearly as big as a diaper, obviously, as she was quite aware, thanks to spending her nights in them lately. The thought that the girls had some of those in the bag truly put her on edge, along with the ever-present threat that, with a single accident, she could be spending the rest of her summer in them... The trainers were definitely thicker than panties, however, and typically you didn't even wear those under swimsuits, so they were surely going to stand out no matter what...
If she stayed in the water, that might help hide them. Was she seriously going to do that for the whole day, though? She was going to get hungry or thirsty eventually, and she was definitely going to need to use the bathroom at some point, and if she didn't... She shook her head, refused to acknowledge that possibility any further. Besides, that was a lot to ask of the plastic pants.
In fact, thinking of that, she paused short of the water's edge, letting it gently lap up over her flip-flop-clad feet. Did she trust her plastic pants enough to keep the water out at all if she went all the way in? They definitely felt tight, clinging to her skin as they did, hot and sticky from just the car ride here, and the few minutes they'd been on the beach... But submerging them completely was asking an awful lot... And if there was one tiny leak, she had no doubt her sitters would take complete advantage of that, and claim that she'd had an accident...
"Those little monsters!" she hissed, stomping her foot, an action that didn't have nearly the impact she'd have liked when doing it in a flip-flop, against wet sand. It was also a silly thing to call them now, glaring back towards the blanket to see them there, still applying their sunscreen, very clearly bigger than her in every way.
That didn't lessen her anger any, however, or her frustration... They'd dragged her here to the beach, without telling her it was a nude beach, in this awful swimsuit, surely knowing that she couldn't really enjoy it... Perhaps they assumed she'd been too stupid to think of that, and would wade out and wind up in wet trainers, but even if they gave her enough credit to know to avoid that, it meant they'd brought her here knowing she couldn't go into the water...
What was she supposed to do?! They didn't want her to wander too far, so she couldn't go for a walk - not that she'd particularly want to, given what the scenery would be, and how many more people would get a close-up view of her outfit if she did - and there wasn't much else there, if she wanted to stay clear of the water... Grumpily, she stomped back to the blanket.
"Done already?" Sawyer teased.
"Of course I am!" Vickie glowered. "I can't swim or anything, because of..." She stopped herself, not wanting to say the word out loud. "Y-You know..."
"Aww, poor baby," Taylor mocked, ruffling Vickie's hair. "I guess we should have thought ahead and brought you some beach toys, huh?"
"Silly us!" Sawyer shrugged. "You know what, though? I bet somebody has some spares..."
Before Vickie could react, she'd had her hand grabbed again by Taylor, Sawyer taking the other, giving her no chance of being able to resist, or yank herself free, not from both of them at once. "N-No, I'm fine!" she shook her head as they marched her away from the relative privacy of their blanket, towards where so many of the other beach-goers were congregating. "Come on, stop!" she whined. "I'm sorry! I'll entertain myself!"
"No, no," Sawyer shook her head. "We don't want you to be bored, Vickie!"
Vickie wanted to complain more, but she fell silent as they got closer, not wanting to draw attention to herself as her sitters smiled and waved at the group of nearest group, all boys. Vickie was glad, in a way, that they were gripping her hands tight, or else she might have found herself idly sucking her thumb again on instinct, her heartbeat quickening as her eyes were drawn towards their crotches, thinking of all those naughty dreams she'd been having lately...
It almost felt like she was in one of them now. It made sense that nobody who was insecure with their body would be likely to come here - unless, like her, they were forced to - but it was still shocking to her to see all these hot guys, all completely naked. They seemed perfectly confident with themselves... And, from what she could see, they had no reason not to be.
"Hello, there," Sawyer giggled, giving them a wave with her free hand. "Nice day, isn't it?"
"It just got a lot nicer," one of the boys grinned, all of them looking Sawyer and Taylor up and down. Had they even noticed Vickie, down there, so much shorter than them? If so, they gave no indication of it, focusing instead on her sitters, shamelessly flirting. She didn't really want to be seen this way, of course... But that didn't make her feel any less jealous as she was ignored completely.
She did her best to keep her attention on their faces, to look upwards as much as she could... She couldn't help herself, though, her eyes continually drifting back down, wriggling in place as she felt her blood pumping...
"Oh, please," Sawyer mocked, giving Vickie's hand a jiggle to pull her out of her stupor, make her realize she was being spoken to again, that someone else there knew she existed still. "You wouldn't even know what to do with them."
Vickie turned bright red, suddenly wishing she could go back to bring overlooked as she heard the laughter echoing over her. "I almost forgot," Taylor said, once it had died down a bit. "We wanted to see if any of you happened to have any little sand buckets or shovels or anything? This little goof didn't tell us she didn't know how to swim!"
"Yes, I...!" Vickie started to protest, only to recognize how easy it would be, if she told the truth, for Sawyer and Taylor to make her prove to the boys that she knew how to swim, sending her out into the waves to potentially return with wet trainers... That would be far worse. "Y-Yes, I can't," she mumbled, not caring how little sense that might make as a response.
"We would've been happy to give her some lessons," Sawyer shrugged, "but today's a little late... We have other things in mind to do today." She bit her bottom lip playfully, glancing at one of the boys. That launched another round of flirting, and, at first, Vickie was sure she was going to be forgotten again.
"Hey," someone said, smiling down at her. She gasped, quickly forcing herself to shift her eyes upwards, embarrassed to have been caught staring even after she'd been shamed for it last time. "I think I might have something back in my car, okay?"
"Oh," Vickie blinked. What was she supposed to say? She hadn't come here to sit in the sand and play like a little kid... But there wasn't much else for her to do, either... "O-Okay..."
His smile widened. "I'll be right back!"
She watched him trot off, nobody else seeming to pay him any mind. To her, at least, he didn't look any less hot, or endowed, than the other boys, but maybe, for whatever reason, he was that group's version of her... Not as extreme, obviously, as he was quite clearly not in training pants, and probably in no danger of being sent back to diapers anytime soon... He was the shortest one, however, by an inch or two, so he might get teased... Perhaps he sympathized with her because of that....
He returned after a few minutes with a pink, plastic bucket and a matching shovel, kneeling down to hand them over to her, Taylor thankfully letting go of her hand so she could take it. "There you go," he told her, his blue eyes twinkling. "Enjoy. They're my sister's, but I'm sure she won't mind you borrowing them."
"Th-Thanks," she blushed, not completely happy to hear her being associated with his sister in any way.
"Are you sure you're old enough to be here?" he asked. "This beach is for eighteen plus, and I wouldn't want..."
"I'm older than eighteen!" she snapped. "I'm...!" She wanted to tell him her real age, but wouldn't that just make her look more pathetic? "I'm older than...!" she started once more, glaring at her sitters, then stopped again. That wasn't going to help, either. She left it at a meek, "I'm more than eighteen."
"Sorry," he held his hands up in surrender. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just wanted to check."
"How come?" one of his friends snorted. "Do you wanna go out with her?"
Vickie could see some pink in the boy's cheeks, but it was hard to tell if it was from the teasing, the snickering it caused, or, perhaps, if there was a bit of truth to those words... "Don't listen to them," he shook his head. "They're jerks. My name is Graham, by the way."
She almost forgot what the appropriate response to that way, staring up at him in silence for a moment or two too long before blurting out, "V-Vickie! I-I mean, Victoria... B-But you can call me Vickie, if you want..."
"Well, Victoria," he smiled, "I can't wait to see what you're able to do with those." Vickie's heart started to race again, wondering what he meant, until he nodded at the bucket and shovel. "I'm sure it'll be very impressive."
"Yeah, I'm sure," Sawyer scoffed. "We'd better get her back to the blanket and give her something to drink... She's looking a bit flushed."
"We'll see you boys later," Taylor winked.
"Uh-oh," Sawyer smirked as they headed back across the sand. "Does somebody have a little crush?"
"N-No!" Vickie blushed.
"I think she does!" Taylor cooed. "Isn't that sweet?"
"So what if I do?" Vickie huffed. "Are you really mad that one of them paid the slightest bit of attention to me, instead of you?"
"So possessive already," Sawyer teased. "Come on, Vickie... He was only talking to you because he felt sorry for you."
Vickie forced herself to keep her mouth shut, knowing that arguing was going to get her nowhere, except, possibly, into trouble. She didn't care what her sitters thought, there had definitely been more between her and Graham than pity!
"Here we go!" Sawyer declared when they got back to the blanket, pulling a fresh bottle of what Vickie assumed to be grape juice out of the diaper bag.
"Really?" Vickie pouted. "I just had juice!" She'd thought that was an excuse to get back to their spot, and that was it... She hadn't realized they really wanted her to drink more!
"That was in the car," Taylor told her. "Now you're out in the sun, you've been running around... You have to stay hydrated!"
Vickie sighed; there would be no winning this argument, so it wasn't worth wasting the breath. "Fine." She lifted up the bottle, hoping that, if Graham was watching her, from this distance it would look like a normal water bottle and not one meant for babies, and slid the nipple into her mouth, giving it a suck...
"Ugh!" she wrinkled her nose, almost spitting it out. "This isn't grape juice!"
"Of course it isn't," Sawyer chuckled. "We never said it was."
Looking at it again, Vickie could see that the color wasn't quite right... She'd assumed that had to be what it was, however, because it was the closest thing she could think of that matched it... Now, with the taste fresh on her tongue, she it slowly dawned on her what was this exact shade of dark purple, almost brown...
Prune juice. They were making her drink prune juice.
"I'm sure you know the drill by now," Sawyer told her, patting her on the head as the realization washed over the girl, her nose crinkling. "Every drop, young lady. And you're going to be staying close so we can keep an eye on you, so don't even think about trying to dump it out, or you'll really be sorry."
"Y-Yes, ma'am." Vickie hated that she hadn't even considered that until Sawyer had mentioned it... They already had her trained so well that she'd just assumed she didn't have a choice.
"Now, go on," Taylor ordered. "You'd better get started on your sand castle, if you want it to impress your little boyfriend."
Vickie hurried away, blushing as she heard her sitters laugh at her, carrying her bottle in the bucket, knowing that they were making fun of her, yet still wanting to do exactly as they'd said. Graham had said he was looking forward to what she could do, after all... She didn't want to let him down. Besides, what else was she going to do here?