Published: September 26th 2022, 12:00:09 pm
This had been quite the roller coaster ride for Derrick, and now, it felt like, just as it had pulled back into the starting point, and he was reaching to remove his harness, the car had taken back off, rocketing him back towards the big drop.
"A-A condition?" he shifted in his seat. What could she possibly mean by that? Did she not want him to hang out with Malory anymore, because he was clearly a bad influence, stealing and lying to them? He would have thought they were a little old to worry about that, but anyone else would have assumed he was too old to wear diapers - or so he hoped, at least - so that was a step up from that, anyway.
"Yes," she nodded. "You know I'd love to help you out, and I'd say I've done that already, by the amount of stuff you've taken..."
"I-I'm sorry!" he sniffed again. "I-I really can pay you back!"
"No, there's no need," she told him gently, rubbing his back. "I don't mind. I can see why you'd have been scared to get that stuff on your own, and I did have it just sitting out in the open... I'm sure anyone like you would have been tempted. Maybe there was even a part of me that hoped I would find one of you by doing that."
Derrick frowned, furrowing his brow. "O-One of..?"
She chuckled warmly. "You don't think you're the only grown-up who's into diapers, do you?"
He didn't know what to say to that; in all honesty, he hadn't really thought about it. He knew it was strange, and that most people his age shouldn't have these interests... It hadn't occurred to him to look into it any further, not yet. He wasn't sure why not... Had he been afraid of what he would find? That if he searched for it on the internet, it would tell him that he was a freak?
More than that, though... If he didn't know about it, how did Mrs. Holland? He squirmed, heat flowing into his cheeks as he stared down at the floor in front of him, unable to look at her anymore as he attempted to ask, "A-Are you..?"
"What?" she laughed, quickly holding her hand over her mouth when she saw how bashful that made Derrick, how he scooted further back on the couch, as if he wanted the cushions to swallow him up. "I-I'm sorry," she shook her head, doing her best to contain herself. "No, sweetie, I'm not. Not that it would be a bad thing if I was, it just... It isn't for me."
He nodded, having to admit that he was glad, in a weird way. It might have been nice to meet somebody else, but for it to be her seemed odd. He'd known her for so long, and she'd always been an adult in his eyes... Of course, he was an adult, too, and, as intense as this desire of his was, he couldn't see it going away anytime soon, so, one day, he would be her age, too, and it was very possible he'd still be into it.
"At least," she continued, "not in the way you're thinking. I don't want to be a baby... I want to take care of babies."
"Well, you're in the right profession," he replied. If that was what she enjoyed, she got to do plenty of it here.
She chuckled again, shaking her head. "No, silly," she tickled his stomach, taking him by surprise and getting a giggle out of him. "I want to take care of a big baby, like you."
His eyes opened wide, his ears unable to believe what they'd just heard. "R-Really?"
"Yes, really," she confirmed. "I mean, I do like taking care of little babies, that's why I do all this babysitting, but from the moment I heard about adult babies, I knew that I wanted to try looking after one of them. And now, one has fallen into my lap."
Derrick blushed, fidgeting, trying to keep from imagining himself sitting on the woman's lap, in one of his diapers... That seemed so weird to him, seeing as she was his best friend's mom, and yet... He couldn't deny that the mental image seemed appealing, cuddling up next to her, sucking his thumb while she cradled him, giving the seat of his diaper soft pats... Even before all of this had started, there had been a part of him that felt jealous of those kids she took care of, seeing how sweet she was with them - not that she'd ever been anything but nice to him - and though he hadn't put it together then that he'd wanted to be in their place, having that possibility presented to him now...
"Y-You want to... babysit me?" he asked quietly, suddenly extra afraid of Malory somehow overhearing. If her mom had been so nice about all this, maybe she would, too, but he didn't want to test that theory... Before confessing to Mrs. Holland, he would have assumed that Malory would laugh at him, and never let him live it down, if he told her he'd been wearing diapers, and it was probably best not to bank on it going any better just because of her mother's reaction... Especially if she found out he was going to be babysat by her, like all of the kids she took care of during the day, that Malory herself helped with from time to time.
"We can call it whatever you're comfortable with," she said. "If you want to think of me as a babysitter, that's fine with me... I'm used to that. Or I can be your nanny, or your Mommy, or... Anything you like, really."
"M-Mommy?" Derrick squirmed, the word making him feel particularly small as he sat there, clutching his sippy cup. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, of course, although it did seem strange saying it to his friend's actual mother.
"If you want," she reiterated.
His face warmed again, and he mumbled, "M-Maybe Nanny?" For now, anyway, that felt safer... And saying it still made him feel childish, knowing that she was his Nanny, that he was so small he needed a Nanny...
"That sounds good to me," she told him. "That separates it a little bit from my other clients, and makes it feel more personal... More permanent."
"P-Permanent?" he gulped.
"Maybe that's a little hyperbolic," she chuckled. "Long-term might be a better term. I don't have to worry about you getting old enough to start going to school instead, or about you growing out of my favorite stage, where you depend on me for everything, but are big enough to think you can do some of it on your own... To try, only to have to come running to Nanny for help in the end..."
A shiver ran down his spine, but, as embarrassing as the prospect was, he didn't think it was coming from a place of fear. She wanted to turn him into a toddler, and keep him like that... And that was very much what he wanted, too, what he'd fantasized about for himself, without anyone there to help him with it...
"I'm happy to let you take home as many diapers, and baby powder, and whatever else you need, as you like," she said. "We can even go shopping to get you some of your very own, if you want a different brand, or design, or... Well, whatever you want."
"Sh-shopping?" he blushed; that wasn't a bad thing, either, though. He could see himself now, sitting in a shopping cart, being pushed around a store by Mrs. Holland - by his Nanny - and he loved every bit of the thought... Other than the possibility that somebody he knew might see him, of course, but, in his fantasy anyway, that wasn't an issue.
"Sure!" she smiled. "We're going to go all kinds of places! Because, sweetie, if I'm going to keep letting you have all of that, you're going to have to agree to let me Nanny for you a couple times a week. Or more, but that's the baseline. We can work out the schedule so that it's when you aren't working, and I'm free, and Malory isn't around... And I won't get mad if sometimes it's only once a week or whatever, I just want you to make an effort to find the time if you can. Can you do that for me?"
He waited for a moment, expecting her to go on, to demand more. Was that all? Was that her condition? He couldn't believe he'd been so worried about this... And he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do more, at least right now, sitting on her couch, feet swinging, clinging to a sippy cup, backpack, and thoughts, full of diapers.
"Y-Yeah," he nodded eagerly, too excited to even consider trying to mask his enthusiasm. "Yeah, I can do that!"
"Good boy," she patted him on the head, zipping his backpack back up, as if that was something he was too little to do on his own. "Now, you'd better finish that up and get back upstairs... Malory is going to wonder where you've been."
He couldn't help but smile as he lifted the milk back up to his lips, and said, for the first time, and definitely not the last, "Yes, Nanny."