Published: April 5th 2022, 1:39:08 am
"Dad! No!! It's not what it looks like!"
"Hell if it ain't!" said Dad. "No time for nonsense, Jer, you're leakin' all over the couch!"
"I-I-I'll take care of it," said Jeremy, jumping up to rush away, as he held his crotch.
"Oh no, you don't!" said Dad. Unlike the skinny Jeremy, his father was a big and burly bear of a man, and when he gripped Jeremy's arm, his hand completely encircled it. "You're in no condition!"
Jeremy tried to argue, but his dad was right. Jeremy was wincing and shuffling and clearly needed help, unable to even clench his pelvic muscles in the slightest.
"Up we go, buddy," said Dad, lifting Jeremy up in a bride's carry and bringing him to the bed. Jeremy buried his hands in his face as he felt his wetness leaking all over Dad's undershirt. "Ah, don't worry about it, Jer. I can wash it in the laundry. These, however..."
Jeremy's Dad whipped off the covers and blankets from Jeremy's bed, to reveal the crinkly waterproof mattress protector that he insisted Jeremy wear. He lowered Jeremy onto the crinkly mattress, then he slapped his hands together and rubbed them, looking around.
"Where are your diapers, kiddo?"
"Dad, those are private... I don't want you to see-"
"Don't fuss, jer, it's nothing i haven't seen before."
It was true. Jeremy had been a bedwetter for a good portion of his life and only 6 or 7 years ago had he actually been able to sleep without nighttime protection. It was just his luck that he'd taken a liking to it those last few years, and worn in secret on and off since then. Just his luck since now he appeared to need them for whatever reason.
"Th-they're... under the bed," croaked Jeremy, his face a as red as a furnace.
"Ahh... here we are!" said Dad, picking up a freshly opened package of Soggy Dancing Doggies. "Well, isn't that cute? Gee, Jer, I don't remember them making them this cute when we had you in them before..."
"Aww, geez, Daaaaad!" said Jeremy, hiding his face in his hands.
"Alright now. Calm down, buddy boy. Let's get those wet pants off ya. We're gonna have to change you before we take you to the emergency room."
Jeremy gripped the waistband of his jeans with a death grip when his Dad reached for the fly.
"Dad, you really don't have to-"
"I decide what has to be done and doesn't around here. You just lay back, kiddo, and let yer old man take care of ya."
Jeremy sighed a frustrated sigh and looked away, throwing his arm over his eyes as Dad unbuttoned his pants. Although his Dad had big, rough hands, there was a gentleness in how he went about it, as if Jeremy really was just still a baby.
"There we go. Aww, aren't you just cute as a button..." cooed his Dad.
Jeremy growled. This was almost worse than his Dad getting angry.
"What was that click? Did you just take a picture?!" asked Jeremy.
"Just something for the ol' memory bank, kiddo. Not to worry. I won't go posting this up on Spacebook or anything."
Jeremy hated his stupid horny brain for making him want to wear diapers. And he was even more hesitant as he felt a swelling down there that shouldn't be there. Jeremy could pop a boner at the drop of a hat, and as his dad tore away each tape, he winced, fearing the worst would happen as the diaper came down. Jeremy's mouth was working as fast as his brain as he tried desperately to talk his way out of this incredibly embarrassing situation.
*Rrrrip*
"Dad, you don't have to-"
"I thought I told you to hush up, kiddo."
*Rrrrip*
"But I-"
"I don't wanna hear it!"
*Rrrrip*
"Dad, I-"
"Enough, Jer. What's gotten into you today?" Dad paused and fixed Jeremy with his 'I mean business' stare, causing Jeremy to freeze. "Now this is happening whether you like it or not. No way I'm gonna let you go around in leaky pants."
And with that, the last tape came away.
*Rrrrip*
Dad pulled down the front of his diaper, and sure enough, Jeremy's boner sprang straight up, hitting him in the belly and dribbling a bit of pee down his waist. Dad paused. Then he chuckled. Then he openly guffawed.
"Hahaha. That's what you were worried about? Buddy, that dinky little thing ain't nothin' yer pa can't handle. Shoot. Looks about the same as it ever did. Now let's wipe you up. You do have wipes, right?"
"N-n-n-nightstand," whispered Jeremy, to embarrassed to even speak normally.
"There we go. Now we're in business!" Jeremy's Smiled big as he wiped his son down thoroughly with the wet wipes, taking care to get every inch of his waist and legs as well as his crotch, and even lifting his ankles to wipe around behind.
"Hey!" squeaked Jeremy. "I didn't go back there!"
"Yeah, but you could sure used the wipe," said Dad, showing him the used wet wipe. Jeremy squeaked again in embarrassment, as his dad tossed the wipes in the used diaper and balled it up.
"Pee-yoo! Well, we won't be feeding you any more broccoli, buddy boy. That's my bad."
Jeremy was speechless, as he felt himself being lowered down until his butt touched soft, dry padding. Evidently his Dad had noticed the powder sitting next to the wipes in the nightstand because there followed a few shakes of that as well, and then the comforting feel of Dad's big warm hands massaging the powder into his skin. His Dad was taking to diapering Jeremy like a pro, and why not. He'd had to handle Jeremy's diapers without any help the first time he was in them. Before Jeremy new it, his dad was taping the diaper up snugly and securely, achieving a fit that Jeremy was never able to get quite right when diapering himself. It felt... nice. Jeremy felt himself relax a bit despite himself.
"That's better. All clean. You sure are a lot less fussy now that you're changed. Guess some things never change, eh, baby boy?"
Then, his dad kissed his tummy like he always used to do and gave his butt a little pat, causing Jeremy to go all blushy once more.
"I'm not a baby!" said Jeremy, crossing his arms and looking away.
Dad looked at Jeremy laying there with a red face, his lower lip sticking out in a childish pout. Then he looked to the baby powder, the baby wipes, the cute cartoon-print diaper, and finally, back to Jeremy, raising an eyebrow.
"That ain't what it looks like to me, buddy boy. But no time to argue about it. We're going to the doctor's. Right now. You stay right where you are!" Dad pointed a finger at Jeremy, arresting the boy in the middle of sitting up. Reaching into the dresser drawer, Dad pulled out a pair of bright red sweats that had long ago shrunk to a size too small and brougth them up to Jeremy's feet. Jeremy instantly cringed, knowing that they would show the outline of diaper clear as day, and do absolutely nothing to muffle the crinkle.
"Dad, I can't wear these!"
"Stop kicking, Jer! You wanna fight with me, we can take you to the ER without pants. What'll it be, little man?"
Jeremy stopped kicking and let his Dad slide the too-small sweats up his legs.
"Hey, they still fit! They're pretty darn cute on you, kiddo. Now upsie daisy. Hold on to Daddy's neck. There ya go. Don't worry, kiddo. Daddy's got ya. "
Jeremy whimpered, holding onto Dad's neck as Dad cradled him and pattted his butt. He was in a fair amount of pain, and if it were anyone but his Dad, he might have be able to really enjoy being carried out to the car, but as it was, it was just so weird and embarrassing that this was all happening to him at home. He never expected Dad to find out about it, and it was even more embarrassing than his worst nightmare of Dad finding out and chewing him out or something. He was so cowed, that he didn't even protest when Dad set him in the back seat instead of the front and buckled him in.
"You hang tight, okay? We're gonna take you to the doctor and getcha all fixed up." Jeremy didn't respond, and Dad adjusted the rearview mirror to look at his son. "Jeremy? I'm talking to you."
"Y-yes, pa," said Jeremy, finally. He felt like he was a little kid again the way his Dad was taking charge. Part of him liked it, while the rest of him was appalled and hoped it was just a terrible dream. Nevertheless, as they pulled out of the trailer park and onto the main road, one thing was abundantly clear: This was happening, and Papa Bear was in full Protective Daddy mode. At least for the time being.