THE VERY TALL LANDLADY (part 3)
©1997 Alyssa Scott ALL RIGHTS RESERVED NO REPRODUCTION WITHOUT PERMISSION
By Alyssa Scott
Peter remained silent as Ms. Nelson dried him with a kitchen towel.
"Now, you stay here while I get something dry for you to wear." Ms. Nelson said.
With that, Ms. Nelson left the kitchen and proceeded upstairs.
'She is so tall.' Peter thought perched on the kitchen counter, 'She makes me feel like a baby.'
"Here we go." Ms. Nelson said as she began placing Peter's legs into a plastic pull-up diaper.
"What do you think you're doing?!" Peter shouted as he kicked his legs.
"Well if you're going to wet your pants, you should really wear protection. Do you have a bladder problem?" Ms. Nelson asked.
"No. I don't. And this will never happen again." Peter responded.
"Can I trust that response?" Ms. Nelson asked.
"If I do then you can put that thing on me, ok?" Peter replied.
"Deal." Ms. Nelson said.
Ms. Nelson happened to have a pair of underwear which she slipped on Peter and then she began inserting his legs into a pair of red Dr. Dentons.
Peter didn't resist, figuring he'd just wait until his clothes were clean and he could go and purchase some regular looking clothing.
"You look adorable." Ms. Nelson commented as she leaned over and squeezed Peter's cheek, "Just like a little baby."
"I'm not a baby." Peter said.
"Of course not." Ms.Nelson said as she lifted him off the counter and placed him on the floor. Instead of releasing him, she held him while she adjusted the seat of his pjs, which was looking a little lumpy. When she finished, she released him with a pat on his rear and an "All done."
Peter turned to say something, but he found himself feeling ridiculous in those pajamas and having to stare at the low end of Ms. Nelson's black skirt. When he looked up, he could see Ms. Nelson staring at him.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
"Nothing." she replied.
"I know you're thinking something." he said.
"It's not important."
"Just tell me. I won't get mad."
She smiled, "Ok. I was thinking how cute it would be if you lifted up your arms to me and said 'mommy'."
Peter was sorry he asked. She was big enough to be his mommy. And given the size of the house, he found it difficult to act in any way other than like a child. But he was 22 years old!
He walked out of the kitchen and settled in front of the TV.
"I'm so tired." Ms. Nelson said, "Why don't we retire?"
"No, thanks." Peter replied, "I'm going to watch this movie."
"Oh, how violent." Ms. Nelson commented as she glanced at the screen, "Do you really think that's appropriate?"
"Appropriate? What do you mean?"
"You're just so little. I just feel like you shouldn't be watching that."
"I'm 22. I'm an adult and I'm fine. I don't need your commentary or your help."
"And I don't need your lip. So watch yourself." Ms. Nelson said as she waived a finger at him.
Before heading upstairs, she went into the kitchen and brought out an open baby bottle and a gallon of coke.
"Here. If you're thirsty you can drink this."
"Thank you." Peter replied, "I love coke."
"I know." Ms. Nelson said as she headed upstairs.
Peter watched TV until 1 a.m. at which time he had finished off an entire gallon of coke and felt a need to urinate.
'I'll go upstairs' he thought as he shut off the TV.
As he climbed the stairs, he felt very odd. His bladder was forced to press against each stair as he climbed and it made his need to go worsen.
By the time he reached the top of the stairs, he was eager to relieve himself.
As he walked over to the bathroom, he saw the door was closed. 'Damnit!' He thought, 'What should I do? Well, maybe if I just fall asleep I'll be alright until tomorrow. Yeh, that's what I'll do.'
With that resolved, Peter headed into his room and went to sleep.
He woke up around 3 a.m. with a barely controllable need to pee. He tried to go back to sleep but he just couldn't. His bladder was exploding. He got down from his bed and went to the door to his room. It was closed!
'How did that happen.' he wondered, 'Well, I'd have to wake Ms. Nelson up anyway to open the bathroom door. It's no big deal. Ms. Nelson. Ms. Nelson? Ms. Nelson!"
He began banging on the door.
"What on earth is wrong?!" he heard her scream.
"I have to get to the bathroom and I can't open the door!" he yelled back.
"Go back to sleep. You can go in the morning!" she replied.
"No! I can't wait!" he exclaimed as he doubled over in pain.
'Honestly!' she thought as she donned her robe and walked over to his room.
"You are ridiculous." she said as she opened the door and saw him scurry past her.
When he reached the bathroom door, he turned to her and said, "Please open this, I need to go!"
"You are just like a child." she commented as she walked to the door, "Do you need me to lift you onto the potty also?"
Peter looked up at the woman who was now towering next to him. Wanting to repel the infantile feeling which she gave him, he replied, "You can go to bed now, I don't need any more help."
She smiled, "Oh, you are a big boy."
Peter couldn't wait so he proceeded over to the toilet bowl and lifted it up. He had to climb up on the rim to pee. When he was up and almost releasing his bladder, he realized that he had no crotch zipper! He needed Ms. Nelson to let him out of his pajamas! He was so nervous, he felt like he could go any second. He slowly moved into Ms. Nelson's bedroom not wanting to startle his bladder with any sudden motion.
"Ms. Nelson. Ms. Nelson!" he called as he entered her room.
"My god!" she said, "What is it now."
Ms. Nelson rose to her feet and put her robe back on.
"Please undue me." Peter pleaded doubled over.
"Oh, so you're not such a big boy. You do need my help." she commented slowly.
"Hurry!" Peter yelled still doubled over and bursting at the seams.
"Ok." she said as she got down on one knee and then leaned over to slowly unbotton her tiny tenant.
"All done." she said as she patted his rear.
Peter started to walk slowly to the bathroom but having to go so bad he started a slight jog; however, as soon as he reached the door he tripped and fell. The suddeness of the fall caused his bladder to release. As Ms. Nelson walked over she could see the wetness forming all over Peter's bottom as he lay stomach down on the floor. Tears swelled in his eyes and he started to cry.
"Well, well, well." Ms. Nelson said as she leaned over and scooped him up, "You didn't keep your word, but I certainly intend to keep mine."
Placing her hand between his legs, she raised it up his back and ended by placing her hand on the back of his head forcing him to look over her shoulder. It was the way one might hold an infant and, knowing this, made Peter cry all the more.
Ms. Nelson walked into the nursery and turned on the light. She then walked over to the changing table and began undressing a tearful Peter. "I won't...do i..i..it...a...again." Peter sobbed.
"We made a deal." Ms. Nelson said as she finished undressing him and slipped a thick plastic diaper under his bottom.
Peter just cried as Ms. Nelson powdered and tightly pinned the diaper to his body. She laughed as she placed him back on the ground so as to allow him to go to his room. However, the thickness of the diaper made it impossible for him to walk and after waddling for a step of two, he fell flat on his face.
"Oh, baby." Ms. Nelson said concernedly as she picked him back up and wiped the tears from his face, "It's too dangerous for you to walk around like that. We'll keep you here."
She lowered poor Peter into the crib and raised the bars. Peter stood up but he was so tiny that the top of his head fell about 8 inches from the top of the bars. He stood on his toes and tried to reach the top, but it was no use. He was too little. And yet the bars rose only slightly above Ms. Nelson's waist!
"I've never had to put a 22 year old in a crib for protection." Ms. Nelson said smiling down at him, "And I've never seen a man who was unable to get out of a crib! Ha...Ha."
She leaned over and kissed him on the head while patting his bottom, "All safe and sound in our di-di. I'm so happy you came to live with me."
With a smile on her face she walked out of the room and closed the door.
Exhausted, Peter lied down and fell asleep.
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