Published: May 12th 2022, 12:00:04 pm
"No," Derrick whispered to himself, staring into the bathroom mirror. "You don't get to use the potty. You know what you did to your big boy undies! You belong in... these."
Even while living out his fantasies, he couldn't quite bring himself to say the word out loud, not with Branden in the other room. He'd had to triple check that the bathroom door was locked before he slipped out of his pajama pants, a warm, fuzzy feeling overwhelming him when he looked down to see himself in only the t-shirt he slept in and a Pamper. As mortifying as it would have been for him to be caught this way, for anyone else to see this, it still felt right, somehow.
He hadn't known, for sure, why he was taking off his pants, what he was planning to do. Was he going to take him diaper off again to use the bathroom before he went to bed? Or had he just wanted a glimpse of himself this way, in baby mode, to give him the push he needed to take things to the next step? It definitely did inspire him, seeing his reflection looking this way, his baby diapers in almost full view.
If he looked solely at the top half of the mirror, he saw only a normal, if somewhat youthful, young man, one he could pretend was an older brother, or a babysitter, upset with him after finding that wet spot in his underwear, who was tired of all of his accidents, and had decided it was time to do something about it. And then, letting his eyes slide downwards, it was clear what it was that he'd chosen to do.
Saying the words out loud was silly, he knew, especially when he was so afraid of being overheard, but they did help, sending a chill down his spine, even when they were coming from his own mouth. Would they have been better coming from someone else, especially a girl? Absolutely, though, considering he was struggling to simply find the courage to try using the diapers, that was certainly not going to happen.
The bathroom, he'd resolved, was the best place to do this. The floor was vinyl, so it would be easy to clean up, if he did leak, and he wouldn't have to worry about any lingering smells... Now that he was in here, however, his brain was going into overdrive, pointing out ways that it could go wrong. This was the one room his roommate might truly need to get into, so holing up in here for long periods of time was very risky. And if his diaper did leak, what was he going to do with it? If he threw it away in here, what was to stop Branden from spotting it in the trash can?
The can was hidden under the sink, so there was a chance that it would go unnoticed until the next day, when Derrick could fish it out and dispose of it... If Branden had anything to get rid of that night, though, or the next morning before he left... It wasn't big enough that Derrick really thought there was a way to hide the diaper inside so that it wouldn't be seen immediately by anyone who opened the cabinet door.
He groaned, squirming in place, confused now, not knowing what to do. He could see it on his own face, thanks to the mirror, and the image of the little boy who had somehow taken his place, wiggling in his diaper after being scolded, told he couldn't use the toilet, was pretty adorable, if he did say so himself... He just didn't know if it was going to go any further than that.
He brushed his teeth, spending extra time rinsing off his toothbrush before squirting on the toothpaste, the sound of running water reminding him of how full his bladder was, of what he wanted so badly to do, his fantasy continuing, imagining that babysitter standing behind him, watching him as he went about his nightly routine, with one key thing missing... And a thick, crinkly reminder around his waist of how he'd inevitably be dealing with that one thing.
What if, he pondered, he hadn't only had to pee? He blushed bright red at the thought. Somehow, it hadn't occurred to him until this very moment... Diapers weren't made to contain just one kind of accident, after all. Without meaning to, he found himself starting to brush harder at the idea of squatting down, his face going red for another reason entirely - or, perhaps, in addition to why it was already going that color, since it was bound to be embarrassing, too - a big, squishy lump forming in the seat of his Pampers...
But that was being ridiculous; he hadn't even been able to convince himself to try wetting! The daydream of doing more was intriguing, yet he had no clue when, if ever, he'd have an opportunity to try it.
It did give him some incentive to go through with this, though, to prove that maybe, one day, that would be possible, too. And who knew? Wetting himself might be so gross that he never wanted to make messing more than a fantasy... He'd still enjoy getting to wear his diapers. He rinsed his toothbrush off one more time, his bladder twinging at the noise, nibbling his lip as he fidgeted, determined to break through this mental barrier...
"Dude," Branden knocked on the door, bringing Derrick crashing back to reality. "Are you gonna be in there all night?"
Derrick drew in a sharp breath, his eyes darting to the door to once more confirm that it was locked, that there was no way his roommate could get in. "S-Sorry!" he called back. "J-Just a minute!"
What should he do?! It wouldn't take that long to pee his pants - or it shouldn't, anyway - so there was time for that... But what if he leaked? What if he didn't, but he hated the way it felt and had to get it off? He'd wasted too much time, and lost his shot.
He grabbed his pajama pants off the floor, yanking them back up his legs, over his diaper, flushing the toilet and running the water one more time, remembering that bit of espionage from Malory's house, not that he expected Branden to pay as much attention, or care. All that water rushing through the pipes made him squirm, and his reflection didn't look much more mature now, with the diaper bulge under its pants, but he couldn't do it.
That diaper bulge... It was cute, yes... How was he going to hide it from Branden, though? He'd hoped to be in and out before his roomie noticed! His t-shirt definitely wasn't long enough, and, short of tying a towel around his waist, which would be way more suspicious, he had no other way to disguise the puffiness of his crotch.
Should he take the diaper off? He could untape it, get it free without taking his PJ pants back off... The tapes might not survive, however, and as many diapers as he'd managed to get this time, there still weren't enough that he wanted to waste any. How long had he even gotten to wear this one?! He'd put it on just a few minutes before heading to the bathroom... And there was the issue of what would happen if Branden opened the cabinet under the sink, and looked at the trash can, and saw a Pamper inside...
"S-Sorry," he mumbled again, opening up the door, heart pounding as he carefully stepped out, well out of Branden's path in, not wanting to risk a collision, or a brush, or any contact. "I-I was..."
"Yeah, whatever, man," Branden cut him off. "It's all good." And, without giving Derrick so much as a second glance, he slipped into the bathroom and shut the door.
Derrick let out a sigh of relief, though he didn't let himself bask in that victory for too long, since Branden was going to be coming back out of that door, and he might be suspicious to find Derrick still standing there. He might look at him more closely then, and if he saw the diaper bulge...
Derrick scrambled back to his bedroom, closing the door and locking it, and slinking to his bed to lie down and try to chill out after all that excitement. He really did need to be getting to sleep soon... Especially since he was a naughty little pants-wetting boy. He blushed as he squirmed under his covers, imagining someone much bigger and stronger than him tucking him in, putting him to bed as he pouted and wiggled in his diapers, praying he'd wake up dry to prove that he was a big boy after all, knowing that his chances of that were slim, considering how full his bladder was, and how he hadn't been allowed to use the potty...
He woke up well before morning, and, while it was nice and comforting to feel the thickness of the diaper between his legs, it did nothing to quell the pain in his bladder. He blushed, glancing over at his door; the bathroom was right down the hall, not that far away... He could make it, if he wanted to.
But... Did he want to? The house was dark, and still, and, as far as he knew, Branden was fast asleep. He could probably get to the bathroom and back, and, as long as he didn't do something stupid, there was no reason he would wake up. He could take his PJ pants back off, most likely, and make the trip that way! He wouldn't, not when there was a shot, however slim, of his roommate just happening to get up at the same time as him; he could, though, if he were braver.
That wasn't really his desire anyway. He blushed, snuggling deeper into his covers. If he leaked now... Well, what were the odds that Branden would want to do his laundry first thing in the morning? Derrick could put his bedding into the washer tonight, wait until Branden was at work to start it up... If it was bad enough, he might have to spend a little time scrubbing his mattress, but he could do that quietly, without alerting his roomie...
He closed his eyes, heart starting to speed up again as he realized it was truly happening, that he was finally going through with it. He relaxed his muscles, urging his bladder to let go...
It wouldn't do it. All his years of potty training, of not being a bedwetter, refused to vanish in an instant, despite his fantasies, and, try as he might, nothing happened. It was just such an unusual position for him to be in while he peed... It wasn't what his body was used to.
With a frustrated sigh, and a growing feeling that maybe there was a reason for this, that maybe he wasn't meant to do this - and it was pretty silly, wasn't it? He was an adult! - he climbed out of bed, trudging for the door.
Before he could reach it, he paused, nibbling on his bottom lip. A moment later, he closed his eyes, pretending he was standing in the bathroom already, that he was in front of the toilet. It took a second or two, but, at last, something happened, a trickle of liquid that he felt flow into the padding, getting sucked into it, making it swell slightly.
He stopped automatically, whether it was from excitement that it was actually starting, or ingrained panic at the thought of having an 'accident', but, after another few moments, he was able to start again, the dribbling lasting a bit longer before it cut off, and then longer, and then, finally, his bladder emptied for real, turning into a full-on stream as he stood there and soaked his diaper.
He giggled to himself, feeling the evidence of it all around him, impossible to ignore. The sensation of a wet diaper was very different to that of a dry one, so much squishier, and warmer... And, in a way, almost more cozy? He blushed, knowing that was an absurd thing to think, that he must be so dumb, and so gross, for even considering it... But as he reached down, giving the diaper a squeeze, pretending it was to check for leaks, he knew that he was right anyway.
And, after all the fretting, the diaper had held up perfectly, with no sign that it was going to give him any trouble. He could have changed then... Instead, he imagined his caretaker coming in, finding him that way, standing there in shock in a soggy diaper.
"Oh, Derrick," he could almost hear them saying, taking his hand. "Didn't make it to the potty, huh? Well, that's why you need your diapers, isn't it? Come on, back to bed... We'll take care of this in the morning."