Truth or Dare

Chapter 25

Josh sat there, staring down at his wet crotch, trying to get his freshly waken mind to grasp fully the situation. He was nervous Derick would wake up, and he was also concerned as to how his dream had caused him to apparently pee himself.
He knew he didn't have time to think about that now, though. He had to get this accident cleaned up and hidden from his friend. He slowly stood up from the couch, trying to make as little noise as possible, and proceeded to work his way up the stairs. He had never noticed before how loud and creeky Derick's basement steps were, but as he tried so desperately to be quiet as he climbed them, he swore they were the loudest things in the world.
Finally, he reached the basement door and opened it up into the kitchen. Unfortunately for him, that's where he was greeted with Derick's mother, flipping on the kitchen light.
"Josh, I heard you coming up the stairs." She said to him. "Is something wrong?"
Josh's heart skipped as beat as he locked eyes with Derick's mother. He quickly tried to come up with an excuse as to why his pants were wet and he was sneaking upstairs in the middle of the night.
"Uh, nothing's wrong, Mrs. Johnson." He stammered. "I just spilled some water and I needed to clean it up."
Mrs. Johnson raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical at Josh's explanation, as she scanned the wet patch on his pants.
"Water, huh?" She said, her tone implying she wasn't buying it. "Are you sure about that?"
Josh was full on blushing at this point, letting Mrs. Johnson know he wasn't being honest about how his pants become wet.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asked in a sympathetic, but also condescending tone.
The embarrassment was too much to endure for the boy, but in his emotionally heightened state, he couldn't keep any composure to maintain a lie. He broke down and told Derick's mom everything. He told her about the rumors of Emma's bedwetting, he told her about his obsession with the thought of Emma as a bedwetter, and the dream he had had that had now caused him to wet himself.
Hearing all this, Mrs. Johnson came to a realization in her mind, as she looked once again at the wet patch on Josh's pants.
"Josh, sweetheart" she began. "I'm not so sure that that's urine." She tried to tiptoe with what she was implying.
"What do you mean?" Josh said, grabbing his jeans. He did notice they were somewhat stickier than he would imagine.
Then Mrs. Johnson said something that made Josh blush even harder.
"Honey, I don't think you peed yourself. I think you may have gotten... excited, at the thought of Emma as a bedwetter."
Josh's eyes widened in shock at Mrs. Johnson's words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was suggesting that he became sexually aroused by the idea of Emma being a bedwetter? His face turned bright red, feeling a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and shame.
"Oh, Josh, I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to insinuate anything inappropriate. What I meant is that sometimes our dreams, especially ones that involve certain desires or fantasies, can have physical effects on our bodies. It's a natural response, and it doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you." Derick's mother tried to reassure her son's friend. "Josh, are you familiar with ABDL?" She then asked. Josh furrowed his brow in confusion, shaking his head softly.
"No." He said.
"When me and Mr. Johnson met, we were in college. We were both 19 and I was fairly eager to... you know. After a few weeks, Evan still wouldn't let me sleepover, but finally one night, I don't know if he got a boost of courage or he just finally felt comfortable with me, but we went back to his apartment and we spent the night. I woke up in the middle of the night soaking wet. That's why he didn't want me to sleep over. He was a bedwetter."
Josh couldn't believe what he was hearing. Derick's dad wet the bed? In college? He wondered why exactly Mrs. Johnson was sharing this with him.
"Turns out" she continued. "Evan wore diapers diapers at night. Every night. He hadn't that night, because he was embarrassed to tell me, but after he had an accident, he had no choice but to tell me the truth. The thing is though, I loved it. I was so attracted to his sweet vulnerability, and I thought he was so adorable in his wet pjs. I thought he was even more adorable in his diapers. I didn't know this about myself, but I longed to care for someone, and he longed for someone to care for him. It was perfect, and it became a huge part of our relationship. I loved reminding him to use the bathroom at night, and diapering him for bed, and changing him in the morning. It was all so intimate and so sweet. And when he eventually stopped wetting the bed, we still kept the role play as part of our romantic relationship. That's what ABDL is Josh. It's an attraction to diapers and infantile behavior, and for someone who has problems like Evan or Emma, it can be such a beautiful thing to help them feel loved and accepted."
Josh just sat in silence processing everything Mrs. Johnson was saying there at the kitchen table at 2:00 in the morning.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Josh?" She said. "If Emma really does have a bedwetting problem like you heard, then if you truly are attracted to that type of thing, you need to let her know, so she can feel loved for herself. Do you think you're that type of person, Josh?"
He thought for a second, before finally admitting something he had suppressed inside him.
"Well..." he stuttered. "Last year... there was this girl. Sophie. I liked her a lot, but I don't even know if she knew I existed. One day at school, I heard this rumor that she had peed her pants. Honestly, I actually thought was... super cute." He blushed. "I heard her lab partner bring it up to her in class. I was hoping she would admit it, but she just made an excuse about spilling water. I don't know if it was true or not, but I kind of felt like she was lying, or maybe I was just hoping she was. Either way... that same day she uh, she pooped her pants there in class. I didn't let her know I knew, but I could smell it for sure, and when she rushed out of class, I could see the bulge in the back of her pants." Josh was sweating now, recounting this event. "I never admitted it to anyone, even myself, but... I liked it. I thought it was so cute, and it made me really eager to ask her out, but..." Josh's voice trailed off. He looked hurt.
"But what, sweetheart?" Mrs. Johnson asked.
"She never came back." He said. "They said she went home sick and I never saw her again. I heard she ended up transferring schools. I was heartbroken. After that I kind of just pushed all those thoughts away. But when I saw Emma at the store today and I scanned the pull-ups, they all kinda came back."
Josh had a lump in his throat admitting all this, but it almost felt therapeutic. Derick's mom just smiled.
"Here, let's get you cleaned up." She said, taking his hand and leading him up from the table. "You go into the bathroom and get cleaned up and I'll fetch you a pair of Derick's pants for you to change into."
"Thank you." Josh said as we stepped into the bathroom.
"And Josh" Mrs. Johnson said before he closed the door. "It sounds like Emma could be your second chance. Go for it."