Published: April 4th 2022, 5:42:34 am
"Dinner's ready! Come on down, sweetie!"
"Ugh... Owww..."
"Sweetie?"
"Coming, Dad!"
Jeremy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, wincing as he felt a twinge from his bladder. He'd been napping in his room for the last... how long was it? He pulled back the blackout curtain in his room and saw that it was still light out, though not for long.
"Oww..." Jeremy felt his gut clench slightly and felt another sharp pang from his bladder. He looked down and saw that the front of his diaper was yellowed. It hadn't been wet when he went to sleep. He frowned as he reached down to feel it. He was always careful not to use his diapers, in case his Dad noticed the smell.
"Aw, man... I must've slept pretty-"
"I'm coming in there, young man!"
"N-no wait! Dad!" Yelled Jeremy, diving behind his bed and grabbing his pants. He was frantically pulling them up his legs and buckling them when his dad barged in.
"Alright! Where are you, kiddo?" His Dad peered around the bed, catching sight of Jeremy's feet, as he came closer. "Jeremy, there you are! Quit goofing off! Dinner's ready at 1800! It's 1803, man!"
"Daaaaad! Go away! I'm getting dressed!" Jeremy's face had grown hot from embarrassment, but luckily he'd managed to get his pants up before Dad caught him. His shirt did a well enough job hiding the waistband of his pamps, though only if it stayed where it was supposed to. Jeremy glared at his Dad who only glared back, a slight smirk on his face.
"What were you doin' in here anyway? Jerkin' off?"
Jeremy huffed.
"No! Daad! I don't do that," Jeremy lied.
"Oh, come on, buddy." said Dad, rolling his eyes. "We all do it. Nothing to be ashamed of. Just don't let it make you late for dinner."
"Ugh. Alright, dad," said Jeremy. "Can I have a second?" He looked at his father pointedly and then toward the door.
"Yeah. Sure. One. Now up and at 'em. I'm not movin' til you do."
Jeremy had been hoping to stash his diaper like normal before leaving his room, but this time he was SOL. He had to get up and walk past his Dad instead, and he knew what that meant.
"Attaboy," said Jeremy's Dad, catching Jeremy with a slap on the butt even as he tried to hurry past. Jeremy felt his stomach drop into his shoes as he heard the loud crinkle, and nearly crapped his pants when his dad hooked his finger in Jeremy's collar and stopped him in his tracks. "Hold up, boy!"
"D-d-d-dad?" Jeremy squeaked out, sure he had been caught. Jeremy's dad looked at him squint-eyed.
"Your shirt's on inside out..."
Jeremy's eyes went wide. Then after a few seconds he thought of an excuse.
"Uh... yeah. That's the new style."
His dad looked at him for a few seconds like Jeremy had said the dumbest thing imaginable. Then he just snorted and shook his head.
"You kids today... well, let's go eat, before dinner gets cold. G'wan now. Scoot!"
Jeremy practically fell to the floor as he felt the tension leave his body. His dad hadn't noticed. Thank god. Jeremy scooted off to the couch where the TV trays were. There wasn't much room in the trailer where they lived, so the couch served as the common area for meals and TV time, something his dad Annoyingly insisted they do together every day after dinner.
"You okay, buddy? You look uncomfortable," said Jeremy's dad as Jeremy winced. Jeremy looked up at him and then down to his plate again, blushing.
"Yeah Dad, it's... nothing. Must've pulled a groin muscle, or something..."
"Heh, I'll bet..."
"Would you cut it out Dad?" said Jeremy, tossing a throw pillow at his father.
"Alright, alright," said Dad, chuckling. "Just eat your broccoli."
"Ugh. Broccoli...." Jeremy made a face, but quickly started eating when his dad gave him a look. Satisfied, Dad smirked and started eating his own food.
"Ah, ah, ah, you don't start on that meat til you've finished your broccoli!"
"Aw mannn..." Despite his complaints, the food tasted pretty good. Jeremy's dad could cook. He could do a lot, in fact. And he had to, since it was just him and Jeremy for most of Jeremy's life. As annoying as he could be, he was actually a pretty good dad, and Jeremy smiled to himself as he ate. "Thanks dad..."
Dad looked at him strangely for a second. "Fer what?"
"For dinner."
"Ah, heck. I'm not gonna let my boy waste away to nothin'. You know better than that Jer' boy. Now eat up, and stop tryin to butter your old pa up.
"Alright, alright," said Jeremy, smiling to himself. He'd finished all his broccoli when he began to shift uncomfortably. He felt uncomfortably wet down there. Wet? That's when he felt the warmth between his legs. It took a second for Jeremy to register that he was peeing, but when he did, he immediately tried to clench, almost knocking the TV tray over as he brought his hands down to his crotch. As soon as he tried to clench, he felt a shooting pain from his groin, and he had to stop, feeling himself flood his already wet diapers instead.
"Hey! Whoa there, you okay?" asked Jeremy's dad, jumping up.
"Ahh... yeah, I'm fine, Dad just... Ow... shit!" Jeremy couldn't stop it, he felt the pee coming out, but any attempt to clench those muscles hurt. He had no idea what could cause it, but this was a big problem. Then the smell hit him. The broccoli. This was very bad.
"Jeremy, you are clearly not fine," said Jeremy's Dad, grabbing the TV tray and moving it away from his son. "Let me see. Where does it hurt?"
"Dad! No, leave me alone..." said Jeremy, trying to push away his bear of a father, though he had no hope of doing so.
"Come on, kiddo, let Daddy help. Don't be two proud fer your old man to... hold up... what's that smell?"
"Dad, no..." said Jeremy, plaintively.
"Jeremy... did you..." Jeremy's dad slowly reached for Jeremy's pants, and Jeremy winced as his dad put a hand on his waistband. Dad's touch elicited a loud crinkle.
"Son..." said Dad, quietly. "Are you wearing a diaper?"