Dylan led Tara into his bedroom nervously, he had never gotten this far with anyone in his life and he was scared to death but wanted it to continue with every fiber of his being. He pulled out his box of little stuff, the same one Tara had seen online. Contained in it were some toys, a bottle, pull ups and diapers. He took off his pants and put the changing mat on the bed and lay down on it with his legs spread apart. She tore the sides of his pull up and rolled it up to put it in the trash. After wiping and powdering him she grabbed a thick, cute diaper with prints, but Dylan covered his face and shook his head no. "Too embarrassing, what if people notice?" He defiantly closed his legs so she couldn't put it on him.
"Hmm? Really more embarrassing than what happened in your first class today?" She teased him. Dylan blushed and closed his eyes, kicking his feet. "No it's not fair don't hold that against me it was a fluke" he whined. "I don't wanna wear a diaper I don't need them." He was dead set on wearing a pull up so he could pretend to be all grown up for a while. Tara laughed and told him "okay, have it your way. But if you really didn't need diapers then you wouldn't need pullups either."
Dylan was kicking himself for trying to outsmart her, but he couldn't back down now. "I do not NEED pull ups I wear them just in case I have to go and there's no bathroom around." He sassed at her. Tara giggled "Like in the dining hall with a bathroom 50ft away? You didn't even try to make it, did you even feel it coming?" Dylan really regretted starting this conversation because no he didn't, and no he couldn't.
He covered his face and whispered "No... I was so happy being next to you that I was so relaxed and didn't know I'd wet... imsorryyouknowbetter" He didn't have any backtalk left in him, he couldn't do it, she had bested him. Tara smiled and grabbed a pullup. Dylan lifted his legs and and slid them through the holes. Tara patted his padded butt and smiled "Try a little harder to keep this one dry."
"I'll try my best for you mommy-" Dylan slapped his hands over his mouth, he didn't mean to say that it wasn't what he meant "no that came out wrong that isn't right what I meant to say was that it was a mistake I'm sorry it just slipped out I didn't mean that" he babbled incoherently until Tara shushed him "no, you got it right the first time baby boy. I can be your mommy." she planted a kiss on his cheek and helped him put his pants back on, and tied his shoes for him. Dylan was dumbstruck and silently cooperated with mommy's assistance. "Do you need to go potty before class?" He really didn't, but he nodded anyway and sat on the potty just in case for her. A brief stream of a few seconds came out. He wiped the last few drops off of his penis and pulled his pants back up, flushed, and washed his hands. Tara was waiting for him with his coat, which she buttoned up for him and tied a scarf around his neck. "Have a good class sweetie pie! I'm going to go study in the library. Come meet me afterward." Dylan nodded and smiled.
He walked through the quad to his next class with his head in the clouds and butterflies in his stomach. It was such a miracle, he thought, that he'd found a new mommy completely by chance it seemed so unlikely that it would happen that he had written off the possibility of ever having the opportunity for a real relationship with a mommy as an unrealistic fantasy. He once had been saving up for a weekend with a professional mommy, but that would now be unnecessary, though the professional dominatrix's fully equipped nursery still fascinated him, he craved only Tara's motherly love now. He took his phone out his pocket and sent her a short message "I love you mommy" before he entered the chemistry lab. He felt so much more confident right now than he did this morning and he picked a seat at the end of a lab bench and took his notebook out. He didn't know anyone in that class but he politely greeted the older student next to him.
The teacher introduced himself Dr. Bryant, "Welcome to Principles of Biochemistry, open your syllabi and you'll see all that we will be going over in this semester, from the building blocks of life to metabolic processes and enzymes." Dylan highlighted key words on his copy of the syllabus for easier future reading. "To start you all off, here is a website where you can download the textbook for free. But you didn't get it from me" the teacher then winked at the class. Dylan grinned, wondering what sorts of little stuff he could get with the 200 dollars he just saved. Or maybe he would get a present for mommy. The possibilities were endless. The homework was light that night, just to download the book, read the first chapter, and take a short online quiz to confirm you had downloaded the right book. Dylan felt confident in this subject, as he had already started his paid internship as a lab tech and was using some of the principles he would be learning about in that class at work already. He really respected the professor already and hoped that the class would help him to kickstart his career in the field.
When class ended he packed up his stuff and made his way down to the library. He texted Tara that he was out of class and coming down to do some homework in the library, she replied with several different heart emojis. His own heart fluttered. He went into the library and located Tara sitting at a table with a math book open and a graphing calculator in her hand, chewing on her pencil. Dylan joined her and pulled his laptop out of his bag. Tara held up one finger as she finished a math problem, then she looked up and greeted him quietly "hi baby boy! how was your class, too hard for a little one?" she giggled. Dylan giggled too "no, not really, it's similar content to what I've already been doing for my internship at the biotech company. Baby does a good job at the science." Tara patted his head and ruffled his hair. "Cute AND smart. Let me show you what I learned how to do today."
She typed x2+y2−1)3−x2y3=0 into the list and hit graph, and the calculator draw a heart on the screen. Dylan smiled. He looked down at her side of the table and saw that she had done a week's worth of calculus homework all at once while he was in class. Tara noticed him gawking and she told him "I don't like taking work home with me, my apartment is a homework free zone. You should come over sometime." Dylan gulped. He really wanted to. He nodded eagerly. "Get all your homework done and then we can go grab your little stuff and come back on Wednesday" neither of them had any classes nor work to do tomorrow, so once Dylan got done with all his homework he got to spend some quality time with mommy. He quickly downloaded the reading and did the quiz, and then he did the psychology reading too and then he was done. He grabbed Tara's hand and they went back to his dorm room.
Tara took their opportunity in private to check his pull up. To her surprise it was nice and dry "good job little guy" she said, and Dylan beamed at the praise. "I think you've earned the right to move back up to big boy pants." He gladly took off his pants and dry pull up and replaced it with a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his figure nicely. He then started packing and grabbed a change of clothes, his pullups, diapers, and big boy undies, paci, bottle, a stuffie and a onesie, he also packed powder, his medicine, lube and condoms into his backpack. He felt that nagging feeling in his tummy but he was so eager to get to Tara's house and melt away into little space with her that he ignored it. Tara noticed something off "Do you have something you should tell me, Dylan?" He looked confused at her, and shook his head no. They left the dorm walked out towards Tara's car. Dylan stopped in his tracks and pressed his legs together. "Babe, are you sure you don't need to go potty?" Dylan shook his head in denial and ran to the car.
Tara opened up the passenger side door for him and put the seatbelt over his body and buckled it in. She got in on the driver's side and started up the car she saw him rubbing his thighs together but he stopped as soon as he noticed her looking. She pulled out of the parking lot and made her way to the highway. "I live a couple towns over, if you need to pee you gotta tell me now or wait until we get there." Dylan told her he was okay and didn't need to go at all. He'd been fine all through his chemistry class, and all through doing his homework, he could make it for 30 more minutes easily, he was a big boy now and had the underwear to prove it.
They made it onto the highway and were driving along fast for about 15 minutes. Dylan's urge had grown but it wasn't unmanageable yet. They kept moving until they hit a traffic jam a few minutes later. The traffic was stop and go and they were moving along at a snail's pace. Dylan really regretted not taking the time to go when he had the chance, and lying to Tara about having to go potty was a bad idea. He wiggled his legs trying to find a more comfortable position but he couldn't get comfortable when he had no idea how long it would be before they'd reach her apartment and with it, her bathroom. It was getting pretty bad now and the traffic jam was moving ever so slowly. He opened and closed his legs trying to find out what position lessened the pressure. Tara brought him out of his trance. "Hey baby, did you forget to tell me something before we left?" Dylan just whimpered, she had known all along. He felt ashamed for lying and for the imminent damage he would do to the passenger seat in her car.
"What was that baby? Use your words." Dylan whimpered more "Mhm... I forgot to go potty and I forgot to tell you that I needed to go potty and now it's too late and we're stuck and I really need to pee and there's nowhere to go and it's my fault and I'm really sorry for lying to you and and..." Tara put a single finger on his lips to shush him. "Don't worry about it sweetie pie, naïve little babies overestimate themselves all the time. It's my fault for believing you were ready for big boy pants, you're too little to know any better." Tara was laying it on him thick, Dylan blushed but stopped feeling so guilty.
His urge to pee intensified greatly "I gotta go really bad" He cried. He grabbed onto his crotch with both hands and squeezed, and it worked and his pants stayed dry for now. He caught his breath and kept holding. The traffic was still starting and stopping but they were moving a little more. They could see where only one lane was open and the cars were slowly filing in through it. Seeing single individual cars getting out of the traffic jam one at a time reminded him of pee slowly leaking out one drop at a time. "I don't wanna go in my pants again" he whined. His tummy hurt and he felt his pelvic floor twitching, begging him to let it out, but he refused, the twitching got so bad that eventually a little gush came out and he felt it on his hands. It would have been a really good idea to just leave the pull up on next time, he thought.
Their car was approaching the front of the jam, in the rear view window they saw other drivers and passengers in a similar predicament getting out of their cars and squatting or pulling their dicks out to take a quick pee, Dylan wished he had thought of that but it was too late now, they were moving again. Tara accidentally on purpose drove over the rumble strip on the highway to see how Dylan would react, the vibrations drove him to the brink. "Uh oh, uh oh, no no no please no" both of his hands were squeezing his penis begging it not to leak anymore and his legs were shaking and pressed against each other as hard as they would go. "He started to cry "no don't come out" and by some miracle only a little drop came out, it stained the front of his pants but nothing got on the seat. He sighed in relief. He was sure she'd hate him forever if he had an unprotected accident on the interior of her car.
Tara was keeping one eye on the road and one eye on the little show Dylan was giving her. She wanted him to wet in her car as much as he wanted not to. Dylan felt his bladder contracting and he knew he didn't have a lot of time left and he was really scared. A tear fell from his eyes and he crossed his legs, unknowingly making the pressure worse on his bladder. "Don't pee don't pee don't pee!" he whimpered, and his entire pelvic floor twitched for a second and he thought that was it, but he regained control. "How much longer?" he asked, begging her to get him to the toilet as soon as possible. "Not too much longer, unless I take the long way" Dylan cried freely. "I'm gonna go pee pee in my pants!" He really really didn't want her to take the longer route but it wasn't his choice nor his place to complain. "I won't, just teasing you, baby boy."
Dylan sniffled, he decided since it was just him and mommy in the car that he could hold himself under his clothes, he stuck one hand underneath his waistband and grabbed himself directly. The coldness of his hands did him no good and he felt his hand get splashed with warmth. He stuck his other hand over it and held himself tight but he leaked even more. He kicked his legs in desperation and frustration "It's coming out!!!" he wailed as they pulled into the parking lot.
"We're here" Tara said, turning off the car. Dylan jumped out of the car after and followed her, potty dancing with his hands buried in his crotch. They walked up to the door and into the lobby. He stared down at his feet as they walked through the lobby, people were in there and they saw him dancing for the potty with pee pee staining his legs and bottom. Tara led him into the elevator where they went up a few floors. Dylan was at his limit he lost control for a few seconds and a jet of pee soaked his legs and shoes before he was able to regain control. He danced behind Tara to her door and as soon as her key went in the door he bolted in. He didn't know where the bathroom was and he felt like he was about to go pee pee in his pants right then and there. Tara took her time with taking off her shoes and coat and Dylan was already past his limit and leaking a steady stream. He cried out "Hurry mommy I'm gonna burst it's leaking" Straight to "oh no! It's too late I'm pottying." He saw a plant and he knew what he had to do. He shamefully waddled over to the plant and squatted over it "I'm so sorry mommy I really gotta go pee pee and I couldn't help it!" It poured out of him through his pants and into the pot of the fake plant for a solid minute. It felt so good to finally let all of that urine out of his tired bladder that he moaned a little. Then he started to cry at how naughty he'd been to potty in the plant instead of waiting a couple more minutes for the toilet. How was mommy supposed to take care of him when all he did was make things harder for her.
Tara patted his back "No more big boy pants for you until you complete potty training with me." Dylan nodded, so relieved that he was still welcome here. "'m not ready for potty training. Can I wear a diapee tonight mommy?" He baby talked to her sweetly, ready to be a good little baby from now on. Tara giggled "Of course, lets get you into the bath and changed into your baby clothes for the night, go finish up pottying in the bathroom and strip naked, she pointed at a room down the hall and he ran down there and let out the rest of his pee, which there was a surprising amount of, and a little poop. He wiped and flushed and Tara followed him in with some towels and ran him a nice bubble bath with relaxing scented bubbles, and to his surprise, she got naked and climbed in the tub with him. He sighed with contentment, she was so beautiful and so gentle with him. He was ready to get cleansed by her love.