Mommy Time Plus - Part 9 (Patreon)

It wasn’t that Victor was at all surprised to hear Francis had some rules she wanted him to follow. This whole Mommy Time Plus thing was a giant rulebook trap as far as he could tell. But the threat of being back in diapers for good this week hung over Victor’s head. That was a heavy threat only because it suggested that there was a possibility he could actually keep his toilet privileges. Victor wanted that. Badly.

He was tired of diapers, especially the thick ones that crinkled loudly when he walked. He hadn’t considered that wearing thick bulky diapers during the summer would be harder than in the winter. I guess when you’re wearing fewer clothing… and tighter clothing… then diapers are harder to hide. Who wears baggy jeans in the winter anyway?

Francis was peering intently at Victor and he could tell she was going to judge his reaction harshly at whatever she was about to say to him.

“Wearing your big boy pants is a privilege,” she started. “And honestly it’s only done as a favor to you because I know how hard you’ve been working to stay dry.”

Victor clenched his jaw at this stupid line. He had no choice but to pee in his diapers. Francis had made sure of this.

“So here are the rules. You need to stay hydrated all day, so you’re going to take this pill to help with hydration.” She handed him a pill bottle that was empty. “It’ll make sure you stay hydrated. When taken with liquids, it really does the trick.”

“But the pill bottle is empty,” Victor remarked looking confused.

“Oh I know,” Francis smiled. “You already took your pill today. It was in your orange juice.”

Victor frowned.

“You need to learn that you should always be drinking water. Big boys know how to stay hydrated. This is the water pill. It makes it so you’ll want to drink water. You’ll probably pee a little more than usual today, that’s all. It’s really nothing to worry about. If you truly have bladder control, you’ll be able to go to the potty each time. With permission of course.”

“Wait a second, this is the water pill?”

“What did you expect?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong though?” Victor was confused. The water pill had been threatened as a punishment if he did something wrong. But as far as he could tell, he had done everything right. In fact, he’d worn his diapers like a good boy all weekend and didn’t complain. But Victor was quickly learning. There was always something that was going to hold him back. And this time, it was the water pill.

“You don’t have to do anything wrong.” Francis smiled and handed him another glass of water. “Your mommy's little baby after all.” But then, Francis leaned forward and issued a warning. “You have to drink water, otherwise you’ll be dehydrated and end up in the hospital.”

Victor nodded slowly. He could probably find a way to make sure he wasn’t drinking too much water today. Besides, he’s wearing training pants today, at least he wouldn't be forced to pee in a diaper all day.

But what Victor didn’t realize was the extent of which the water pill would do its work. That morning, Victor had hardly gotten into the office when he was forced to make his second trip to the bathroom. He relieved himself and pulled up his training pants and was careful to make sure he had finished going. He noticed that because he had spent so much time in diapers he had to catch himself a few times from just relieving himself. But then again, less than twenty minutes later he found himself dancing side to side at his desk and making a beeline to the restroom.

But each time he went, he couldn’t help but realize that the need became more and more urgent. He also noticed he was getting incredibly tired. By lunchtime he could barely stay awake, but his urge to keep peeing stayed and remained. It was then Victor realized what was happening. Victor was tired because he was dehydrated. And before he knew what was happening, he had dribbled a little pee into his training pants before clamping down as hard as he could and yelping himself awake.

As expected, the training pants didn’t do him any favors. Unlike the diapers which absorbed any moisture and wicked it away as soon as possible, the training pants reminded him that he was wet whenever he moved. The padding on the front sat there, rubbing against his penis reminding him that he’d done a terrible, childish thing. He’d dribbled into his pants.

But Victor as he took a small sip of water had decided not to worry too much. Francis had told him that if he couldn’t keep his pants dry he’d be back in diapers. But he was certain a small dribble wouldn’t be a problem because his underwear would most likely dry off before the end of the day anyway. But the harder he tried, the more Vicor realized he was fighting a losing battle. Because he was so tired he kept dribbling in his pants. By noon, Victor felt like his training pants were permanently moist and he realized he would need to change his underwear.

Luckily, Victor had prepared for just this moment. He reached into his backpack and checked to make sure he had what he needed. Indeed he saw the second pair of training pants were inside waiting for an emergency just like this. Victor had always prided himself in his ability to think a few steps ahead of everyone else adn this was no different.

Victor, grinning to himself grabbed his backpack and made a beeline for the restroom, his bladder twinging again. But the office assistant stopped him in the lobby.

“Victor, you have a visitor.”

Victor paused for a moment. “I’ll see her after I use the restroom.” He was steadily growing more desperate by the moment. He started to bounce back and forth on his feet as Francis appeared in the hallway.

“Hello Victor.” She smiled and waved at him.

Victor’s stomach flipped upside down.

Francis and he stood in the hallway as she looked at him. The assistant, sensing tension, left them alone.

“You headed to the bathroom?” Francis smiled at him.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m coming with you.”

Before he realized what was happening, Francis marched Victor to the restroom and locked the door behind him.

“Have you managed to keep your underwear dry?”

Victor kept his mouth shut and tried to make a beeline for the urinal. But Francis pulled him back.

“Let’s check that underwear and see how you did.” Francis smiled. “I know my baby boy had to take the water pill earlier today.”

Victor didn’t budge. But Francis was not going to be deterred. She grabbed his belt buckle and pulled his pants down around his ankles. She had him step out of the slacks and then placed her hand on top of the training pants.

She squeezed his penis through the padding.

“Just as I thought.” Francis shook her head, continuing to fondle Victor as he stood there. “You weren’t even able to keep your pants dry for three hours.”

“That’s because you forced me to take that damn water pill.” Victor tried to stamp his feet in frustration, but only ended up falling over. In his surprise he ended up yelling and his bladder, already stretched to the limit because of the water pill released all the pee he had been holding in.

Francis laughed as Victor saturated his training pants and the floor.

“Looks like someone needs to be put back in diapers.” Francis said placing her diaper bag just out of reach of Victor’s mess.

Victor just groaned.