Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Ten
Tommy was embarrassed he didn’t want argue any further, he quietly retook his seat, the professor resumed his lecture. then some minutes later the bell rang, he’d already packed everything into his bags anticipating his chance to bolt, and bolt he did, he was the first one through the doors a streak of paw patrol light blue, he made it to the toilet in time but only barely, there was a small wet spot on his underwear where a tiny squirt had occurred, but he didn’t think it would be visible in his jeans. He chided himself for having yet another close call, he decided he would just have to force himself to the bathroom before his last class from now on, hoping that would solve the problem.
He headed home, once there David was his usual welcoming self
David: “Hey squirt how was school? Hope the bag wasn’t to embarrassing for you?”
Thomas wished David had not used the word squirt, he didn’t want to be reminded of his latest accident, he didn’t think David could tell, it had to just be a coincidence.
Thomas: “Oh uh ya school was great, it went fine, the bag was no problem, hey by the way, you don’t need to go through so much prep trouble on lunch really I appreciate it, but it seems like more work than necessary, I don’t mind crust, and just sandwiches is plenty enough for me.
David: “Oh nonsense! It’s no hassle at all, this is just how I always made lunch for my nephew, and he always loved it, I’m used to doing it this way, I have it down to a science, really it’s probably faster than changing the routine to something new I’d have to learn, besides just cause you’re older doesn’t mean you don’t also need a well-balanced meal, nutrition is important you know! don’t think another thing about it I’m happy to help!”
Once again Thomas found David to be an immovable object, but rather than the coldness of a massive boulder David seemed to instead radiate the bold smiling stubbornness of a loving parent who simply knew better, Thomas hated to continue burdening David, but he also had to admit he liked having someone treat him like they cared for him, even if it meant cut crusts and mixed fruit in a child’s backpack, and so Thomas decided right then to just accept it and move on, free food is free food, he wouldn’t have to buy lunch anymore and that was fine by him and his empty wallet.
In fact, he realized with his wallet permanently empty he may as well just leave it home from now on, all he really needed to carry was his bus pass.
Thomas went to his room to do his homework, upon entering his bedroom he found a plastic tub for use as a dirty laundry bin sitting by his door, and his jacket and the ugly sweater from the box on his bed, washed and neatly folded, he couldn’t remember the last time someone had done and folded his laundry for him, it was a strange moment, it was yet more burden Thomas felt he was putting on David but it was also a very nice feeling having someone doing things for him, Thomas grabbed his folded sweater and placed it in a drawer in the dresser, and hung his jacket on a coat hanger in the closet, he took off his damp underwear and left it in the laundry bin going commando the rest of the night.
Thomas got to his homework, finished it and got downstairs for dinner, enjoying his bottle with a level of comfortable confidence that wasn’t present days past, that wasn’t present with his lunchtime juice box. Having learned his lesson he decided not to finish the bottle and bring it with him to the couch for TV. time, he held onto it to be sure David would not try to top it off, and at the end of TV time he finished off his bottle and went to his bedtime routine, placing his jeans and shirt in the bin atop his stained undies.
In the night Thomas woke to use the restroom and figured David should be asleep by now, so decided to do his laundry before David got up and tried to do it himself, but on checking his laundry bin it was empty, David must have already grabbed it and put it in the wash on his way to bed. Thomas tried not to freak out about the likelihood David had seen the damp/stained undies, and went to the bathroom washed his hands and went back to bed.
In the morning Thomas woke to find his clothing was not washed folded and placed in his room like usual, it must be in the machines still. Thomas took his morning shower and decided he had no choice but to put on one of the sweaters from the closet and the shorts. he considered his own ugly sweater but that thing was itchy and scratchy and though the sweaters in the closet were more childish they were at least soft and comfortable, not itchy. besides he would just go grab his clothes from the wash and change before leaving the house.
Thomas went downstairs and found breakfast waiting for him.
David: “dig in already it’s getting cold”
Deciding he could just get his clothes after eating Thomas sat down and ate his breakfast dressed in just the shorts and green stripped sweatshirt.
After finishing his meal and his giant baby bottle, Thomas thanked David then turned to the wash, he found the dryer empty…. he looked in the wash and there was his clothes, cleaned but still wet…
David: “Oh I’m so sorry I forgot to swap them into the dryer today! I’ll do that right now!”
Thomas: “I don’t have time to wait for that I have to get going right now!”
David: “OK well just wear that you’ll be fine no one cares if you wear a sweater in the winter, the shorts might look weird though, being so cold out.”
Thomas: “I don’t even have any underwear!”
David: “Oh, hmmm, well, we do have some of my nephews pull ups that would fit you, I know it’s weird but they would be better than going commando all day, not to mention they’ll handle any accidents you might have…”
Thomas: “I don’t need pull ups! I don’t have accidents!”
Thomas was blushing not just at the suggestion of pull ups but also because he knew it was a lie, he did have an accident the other day. and it wasn’t the first.
David: “Thomas it’s OK you don’t need to hide anything from me, I’ve been doing your laundry remember? I’ve seen the pee stains in your undies, it happens to the best of us, if you’re having some troubles dribbling after using the potty then pull ups cant hurt, they could only help, besides it’s either that or commando, I’m not telling you that you need them OK? I’m just saying they are an option, but Thomas, if you go commando and have any more little leaks then there wont be any layers to keep it off your pants, it’ll show right away. So it’s probably better to just wear the pull ups don’t you think? it’s up to you Thomas I don’t care either way, but if your problem gets more severe we may have to revisit that in the future.”
Before Thomas could say something rude he might regret he silently left the room and went to his bedroom to think this over, as he sat on his bed David entered the room and made his way to the dresser opening the top drawer with a package in his hand.
David: “Here Thomas I’m going to stock up this top drawer with the pull ups my nephew left behind, if you choose to use them I wont mind a bit I wont say a word I will think of you as a good boy, if you don’t use them then that’s fine too I just ask that you please don’t get any pee stains on my nephews clothing…”
David didn’t wait for a response, he left the room. Thomas felt a bit of butterflies in his stomach, he wasn’t sure why, something David had said, he couldn’t place it, Thomas looked over at his paw patrol alarm clock and realized he had no more time to think, he needed to get moving, Thomas didn’t want to chance staining the clothing he had to borrow, wearing it was bad enough, coming home with a stain on it would be even more embarrassing, so Thomas dropped his shorts and opened the top drawer, he grabbed one of the pull ups now stacked all in his dresser, it was plump, had a bulkiness to it, and was very colorful, he noted it was covered in more paw patrol characters. he was beginning to feel that this show was surrounding him in this house, without further hesitation he fluffed open the pull up placed one foot through the leg hole then the other and pulled it up his legs, pulling it snug into his crouch, he spread his legs for a moment to get it buried all the way into his crotch then stood, it didn’t feel so bad really, just made him feel childish, but he remembered David calling him a good boy for wearing it and decided it was the right decision, he didn’t want to put the shorts back on, it was too cold to wear those out of the house, with no other option Thomas pulled on the overalls and buckled the straps, adjusting them for tightness, the overalls pulled his pullup against his bottom, reminding him it was there with each step. Thomas didn’t have time to think about this he rushed to grab his bag and head downstairs where he got his shoes on while David handed him his paw patrol lunch bag and he headed out the door to the bus for school.
During Thomas’s last class of the day he ran into the same problem yet again, his bladder was bursting and class still had about 20 minutes left, he again held on until the bell rang and by the time he made it to the toilet there had been a small spurt or two into his pull up, as he sat on the toilet he analyzed the pull up, it had swollen a little in the front and there was a bit of a yellow tinge to it now, but otherwise it seemed fine to wear, there was no wetness on the outside of it, it truly performed as advertised, Thomas was happy he had chosen to wear it or else those spurts would be visible on the overalls.
Thomas got home and didn’t bother changing until bedtime, depositing the damp pullup in a trash can in the bathroom as he began his shower. in the morning he found his usual clothes and put them on, over a pull up, he decided if he was going to continue having leaks here and there he’d be better off wearing a pull up to handle them so he didn’t ruin his only pair of jeans and underwear.
And so on the new routine went, occasionally David would ‘forget’ to dry Thomas’s jeans and shirt and he would go to school in a sweater and overalls, otherwise he’d be in his jeans and t shirt, but either way he kept his pull ups on and by the end of the day they would have damp spots, sometimes smaller ones, sometimes slightly bigger ones. The convenience factor of them protecting his clothes was undeniable to him and he began to appreciate them for that.
During the weekends Thomas would tour the town trying to find work, the few places that were hiring wanted more hours than he could provide. It seemed the employers in this region were not struggling with employment on the weekends, but rather the weekdays, another lesson for Thomas about what it means to be a ‘college town’. Dejected Thomas ended his weekend Sunday night with another bottle, he’d gotten used to them now, he was no longer blushing when suckling at his bottle, he drank from it with the familiarity as though he’d been doing it all his life,
And so the weekdays returned and Thomas fell back into his daily routines, having lunch out of a paw patrol backpack quickly became a non-event in his mind, just another part of his routine, not one person had commented or laughed or so much as glanced at the backpack as he carried it around or ate out of it that he had noticed, so he figured if no one else seems to care then why should he.
Each lunch he would keep his juice box on the table and hold it there with both hands to drink from it, he still kept crushing it out of nerves, but at least he could avoid dropping it or slamming it this way. he wasn’t sure what was making it so hard for him to make use of a juice box, but he was beginning to hate the things. Though he did like the juice, he always had enjoyed juice and David sure seemed happy to keep feeding it to him, and he was fine with that.
Of course Thomas was unaware that the juice was a large contributing factor in his difficulties to hold his bladder, as juice tends to irritate the bladder more so then other beverages.
But Thomas managed this by going to the restroom multiple times through the day between classes even when not feeling the urge just to make sure to empty himself out every chance he got, it was a tedious tiresome burden visiting the restroom this often, but what else could he do.
One morning Thomas came down for breakfast and found next to his plate his old mug with the broken handle, he realized a week must have passed, he hadn’t even realized he had stopped counting the days, how he’d no longer been anxious for his bottle sentence to end, staring at the mug he couldn’t help noticing that he was not relieved, that instead he was irritated, the very sight of the mug bothered him, like now he had a new stress to deal with, he couldn’t place the reason for his anxiety but brushed it aside and began eating, when he needed a drink he paused, staring at the mug like it was a villain, he slowly carefully reached out for it with both hands, and brought it up to his face knocking it back like he would have with the bottle, this of course spilled the orange juice all over his face and shirt, in shock he thrust the mug back down to the table knocking it clear over in the process.
David: “Jeez Thomas! if you wanted your bottle back so bad all you had to do was ask I don’t mind if you prefer your bottle, you didn’t have to make a new mess for me to clean!”
David immediately stood and took the mug to the sink, placing paper towels all over the mess on the table, he even grabbed at Thomas shirt
David: “Arms up, lets get that off you it’s covered in juice.”
Thomas hesitated to let himself be undressed by David but quickly reasoned it was only his t shirt and it was indeed covered in juice, so he lifted his arms and let David take the shirt, which went straight into the washing machine.
David: “You better go take a quick shower and get the juice off of you while I steam the rest the mess out the carpet.
Thomas: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t know what happened.”
David: “It’s OK, sometimes you kids just aren’t ready for these big mugs, I get it, don’t worry about it.”
Thomas didn’t like being told he wasn’t ready for a mug, but after what happened he didn’t feel he had any grounds to argue it, so he simply went and showered and put on the blue stripped sweatshirt, thankfully his jeans didn’t appear to get any juice on them, he came back down to eat his now cold breakfast and of course his bottle was back on the table filled with juice, he felt relieved, he wouldn’t have to worry about spilling anymore, at least not for another week. Before he had a chance to analyze these feeling he had to get moving with eating and drinking, his usual extra 20 minutes he’d made for himself in the mornings had just been consumed by an extra shower. he wolfed down his food and power suckled at this bottle, finishing it off and heading out the door, as he did so David handed him a new bus pass for the new month, Thomas felt more like a kid then even when he had been a kid, David had taken his dirty shirt, instructed him to shower, made him a new bottle, made him breakfast every day, was handing him a paw patrol backpack filled with his lunch and now a new bus pass to cover the new month, Thomas looked at David as all these thoughts swirled in his head, all he could say was
Thomas: “Thank you.”
David could tell this wasn’t just a thank you for the bus pass, that Thomas was looking overwhelmed about a great many things.
David: “Hey don’t mention it, I love helping good boy’s, and you really are a good boy.”
David leaned in and gave Thomas a hug.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Ten.
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