Derrick's Awakening - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

It would definitely have been weird, he decided, to shut the door on Mrs. Holland, since he'd supposedly already used the bathroom, and was only washing his hands. He hadn't really needed to go that badly before, but after being surprised by her, that had changed.

He'd hoped the feeling of fullness in her bladder would go away with time, but it didn't, perhaps because the sink was running while he dutifully waited for the water to warm up, knowing that, if anyone was aware of how long it took to warm up, it would be the woman watching him. This felt, almost, like an audition for his adulthood, to prove that he wasn't some immature little boy... Even if that was what he wanted to be, deep down.

How different would things have been if he hadn't stopped himself, if his years of potty training had failed him in that moment when he opened the door? If he'd wet himself right there, right in front of her? Would she have teased him for having accidents at his age? Would she have shaken her head in disappointment? Would she have made him clean it up while she watched, towering over him with a sneer of disgust on her face? Or would she have guided him back into the room gently, telling him it would be okay, reaching over to the counter to pick up one of the diapers...

"I think it's probably ready now," she told him, bemused. He blushed, realizing he'd been lost in thought, standing there in front of the running faucet, which was likely only making things worse.

"R-Right," he nodded, squirting some soap into his palms, lathering them up, carefully counting in his mind to be sure he was washing for the correct amount of time before rinsing them off and, thankfully, finally turning off the water.

It helped, but it didn't completely solve his issue... He still felt like he had to pee, and it would be stranger than ever for him to do it now. So, awkwardly, he shuffled out of the bathroom, adjusting his backpack as he stepped past the woman, as if he were worried she was going to be able to see through it to see what he'd stashed inside, then rushed back to Malory's bedroom.

On his way up, he was formulating a story, certain that there was no chance that his friend wasn't already there waiting. That would probably have happened anyway, since she was using the bathroom upstairs, and he had to go all the way to the first floor of the house and back, and arrange stuff in his backpack; after his confrontation with Mrs. Holland, however, it was practically guaranteed.

So what was he going to say? Why had he carried his backpack? He had to hope that she hadn't paid enough attention to it before to see that it was so much fuller now, as he definitely wasn't prepared to explain that away. Having the bag at all was odd, though, by the time he'd gotten up the steps, he'd decided he would say that he'd felt his phone vibrate - in case she questioned why she hadn't heard the ringer, if she had taken her time getting to the bathroom - and had grabbed his backpack just in case, on his way out the door, only to look at the message as he went downstairs and see that it wasn't from work after all.

It made him look a little silly - why hadn't he looked at his phone first? - and perhaps a bit too desperate to run to the bathroom, as the natural answer to that question, but it would work. By the time he got to her room, however, she was already back on the game, playing around with the settings, and didn't even glance up when he came in, or set his backpack down.

"Took you long enough," she stuck her tongue out at him.

"I ran into your mom," he said, glad he was able to tell the truth instead of struggling to maintain some lie. "She invited me for dinner."

"Cool," she shrugged. It really wasn't anything unusual... Maybe it was pointless of him to even mention it, but, after all his preparation, he'd felt like he had to say something.

The game did distract him from his full bladder, to some degree, or so he thought... Until Malory asked, "Why are you squirming around so much? You look like one of my mom's babysitting charges."

Instantly, Derrick's cheeks burned, his mind reeling as he seemed to feel himself shrink, the difference in his and Malory's sizes growing as she compared him directly to the kids whose diapers he'd stolen as he looked up at her the way they must, almost like a cool, older sister who hung out with them every once in a while while their babysitter had to take care of things in the other room...

"I-I was just trying to find a comfortable spot," he fibbed, hoping she wouldn't see through it and call him out on it, and that his bladder would hold out a little longer... How humiliating would it be for him to have an accident in front of her, to have her take him down to her mother, as she'd surely done with plenty of kids over the years when they needed a change? To have her hand him over to be cleaned up, diapered, like the baby he certainly felt like in the moment?

She arched an eyebrow. "If you say so," she said, sounding not at all convinced. Why would she be? She'd probably heard that excuse plenty of times, too... Would she have recognized it as such coming from him, though, and not a toddler? Or... Was that how she saw him anyway? He was smaller than her, worse at video games, useless with cars... He'd gotten worse grades than her when they were in school together... Did she really think of him as an adult to begin with?

He couldn't think this way, not right now. He needed to get through tonight first, get back home, and hopefully into one of these diapers so he could see if all this had been worth it, or if it had been a one-time novelty, and nothing more. Then again, he couldn't completely ignore it either, not when he clearly had to pee so badly. He couldn't leave yet, or that would raise even more suspicions about why he was going to the bathroom again so soon, about whether he was sick or something... He wriggled, imagining being taken to Mrs. Holland again, this time to have his temperature taken, but, of course, not like a grown-up... Like a baby, with his bare bottom in the air, squirming as it waited for the thermometer it knew was coming any second...

He shook his head, flustered. This was not the time! It was truly crazy how different this all seemed to him, after one little thing... He'd come to this house hundreds of times, at least, always totally aware of what Malory's mom did, and none of this had occurred to him before... Now, however... All it had taken was going into the downstairs bathroom once, and seeing those diapers, and everything that happened here took on a different light, somehow.

That was definitely the case when it was time for dinner. He'd already decided it was still too soon for another trip to the bathroom, and was second-guessing it at the first sight of Mrs. Holland; if Malory had spotted his 'potty dance,' then wouldn't she as well? And more quickly, most likely? She was also the one who had seen him come out of the bathroom, though, so he was even more uncertain about returning there in front of her...

And then, he pulled out 'his' chair. It didn't really belong to him, of course, but he'd eaten there often enough to know that was where he was supposed to sit, and he'd gone there without giving it a second thought, until he saw the bright red booster seat on it.

He swallowed, mouth going dry, face turning the same color as the object. Did Mrs. Holland know after all?! Was this her way of telling him?! To his horror, he could feel his bladder spasm as he stood there, sending a squirt of urine into his underwear, his eyes rapidly shifting downwards to ensure it hadn't been enough to soak through his pants. Thankfully, it wasn't, even if it didn't feel like it made much of a difference... He was still standing there in front of his seat, which had a booster in it, in wet pants...

"I-I..." he stammered. "I-I think I-I'm going to go wash my hands..."

He already had, obviously, and in front of Mrs. Holland. Was she really going to question him doing it again, though? He scrambled away, down the hall, shutting the bathroom door and yanking down his pants, gratefully letting his bladder release itself completely. He examined his underwear afterwards, the stacks of diapers seeming to mock him as he saw that it was bigger than he'd thought... But, from the outside, there was no sign, so he was safe to return to the dining room.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Holland told him. "I forgot to take that off after lunchtime today." 

Derrick could see it, sitting on the floor now, by a couple of others in other colors. "O-Oh, it's fine," he chuckled nervously. "N-No big deal..."

That was, he'd hoped, the end of that, with everyone else moving on and forgetting about it, not knowing how much he was thinking about it... Until he asked Malory, "Could you pass the salt?"

"Sure," she smirked, reaching over to pick it up from the center of the table. "Maybe you should have left that booster seat for him, mom... Then he could have gotten it on his own."

He shifted in his seat, the cool clamminess of the wet spot in his undies that he'd been getting used to suddenly feeling fresh and new, although he was pretty sure he hadn't peed again. 

"Malory," Mrs. Holland scolded. "Don't tease him... He can't help how tall he is."

"I-It's okay," he said quietly.

He excused himself shortly after dinner, however, rushing back home and locking himself in his room to dump out the bounty from his backpack. He really did deserve it this time, he thought, stripping out of his pants, seeing the damp spot that still hadn't completely dried up... He had earned this diaper... And, as hard as it had been to imagine, after how incredible the first one had felt, that made this second one even better.... And cemented in his mind that, as many as he'd taken, he was definitely going to need more before long.