Published: April 7th 2022, 6:02:39 am
"This site is cute as shit," said Dad, smiling as he scrolled through the images. "Sorry, I mean, shoot." Dad had the annoying habit of avoiding any 'adult' language around Jeremy.
"Dad. I'm not a kid. You can say the 's' word around me." Of course, Jeremy knew better than to say the 's' word himself, lest he be punished by Dad, sick or not. Dad, however, was getting way too into the site to care.
"Wow! They have space themed ones? You loved space, kiddo. We need to get you some of these!"
"Hey! C'mon, stop looking," said Jeremy, getting up in bed and reaching for his Daddy's phone. "This is embarrassing!"
Dad pulled the phone out of reach and pointed to the bed.
"On your butt, mister No getting up." Jeremy obeyed, crossing his arms in a huff and Dad, satisfied, went right back to browsing. "So is this what you get up to in here?"
"N-no! I just... they're... they make the best underpants, okay?"
"Diapers," said Dad, firmly.
"Whatever," said Jeremy. "They're just better quality, that's all."
"Don't 'whatever' me," said Dad, putting his hands on his hips. "You'll call them what they are. Diapers." Jeremy looked at his Dad, his cheeks burning, but Dad stood firm. "Jeremy. I want you to say it now."
"Do I have to, Dad? Whyyy?"
"Because it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Jeremy's mouth went dry as he tried to say the word.
"D- D-... I can't do it, Dad."
"Listen, buddy, I'm here," said Dad, sitting on the bed and holding Jeremy's hand.
Oh no. This is making it worse, thought Jeremy, whose heart was now racing. Here he was, sitting on the bed in just a diaper while his dad looked through his diaper vendor's site, and now his Dad was going to make him say the word out loud.
"It's not your fault, kiddo," said Dad, giving Jeremy's belly a pat and showing him a tender smile. "You just need these right now. Now come on and say it with me. Di- Di- Diapers..." Dad mouthed the word like he was explaining it to a little kid, and Jeremy blushed as he was forced to follow along.
"D-d-diap..." Jeremy's voice cracked as he choked the word out and he had to clear his throat and start over again.
"Come on, buddy. You can do it. I believe in you." Jeremy rolled his eyes at his dad's sappy encouragement, which felt completely inappropriate given the situation.
"Diapers," Jeremy finally managed to choke out, and mercifully, that was enough to satisfy Dad.
"Attaboy!" said Dad, giving Jeremy a bone crushing hug. "I'm so proud of you."
"Can't... breathe..." gasped Jeremy.
"Oops, sorry. I forgot how delicate you are, buddy, hehe." Dad chuckled as he released Jeremy from the bear hug, and let him get under the covers.
"You sure it's not too hot for that?" asked Dad, looking skeptical.
"Yeah, I'm sure..." muttered Jeremy, embarrassed beyond words.
"Okay, then. You just rest, kiddo. I'll go make you some chicken soup."
The next day or two went on in a similar fashion. Dad was clearly enjoying his 'Papa Bear Protector' role a little too much, insisting on doing all diaper changes, and carrying Jeremy around as much as possible when he was allowed out of bed. And there were plenty of diaper changes given the amount of soup and liquids he was feeding Jeremy.
"Gotta stay hydrated, kiddo!" he would say, whenever Jeremy complained.
When the diapers arrived a few days later, Jeremy was in for a surprise.
He was pretending to take one of his abundant and required naps when his blanket was suddenly whipped off.
"Aww! Aint you a cutie!" said Dad, as he found a very soggy Jeremy with his hands on his yellowed diaper.
"Dad!" squealed Jeremy, who had been in the middle of a nice covert masturbation session enjoying his favorite undergarments as he often did before Dad had to get involved with his diaperings.
"Enough playin' with yourself, kid. It's time to get up! I got ya somethin'!"
"Dad! That's so messed up!" yelled Jeremy before adding with a growl, "I wasn't playing with myself."
"Nothin' to be ashamed of, kiddo. Everyone does it," said Dad, who was already busy dragging in a box. "Guess what? Your diapers are here!"
"You bought a whole case?!"
"Hold on, kiddo. I'm not done bringing 'em in!"
Jeremy was abashed to see that his dad had bought not just a pack. Not just a case. But three cases of diapers. Jeremy's jaw hit the floor at the size of the shipment.
"I couldn't pick just one!" said Dad, sheepishly. "They're all too cute!"
"But three cases?!"
"I hate to break it to ya kid but you're not getting out of diapers any time soon," said Dad, sitting on the bed and putting a hand on Jeremy's chest. "Now calm down. And don't worry so much! I like bein' Daddy again. And you seem to like your diapers..." Jeremy blushed as Dad glanced down at the padding that Jeremy had been playing with minutes before, and the obvious bulge that had resulted. "So just enjoy it."
Jeremy couldn't believe his dad was saying all this. "Dad. I don't enjoy baby stuff, as much as you might like to think so. I literally just wore these as a temporary fix. And because they don't sell usable diapers at the store."
Jeremy's dad seemed to deflate a little at hearing this, but even though his smile faltered a bit, Dad kept up his cheery attitude.
"Well, kiddo. I guess I have been treatin' you a little younger than your age..."
"Ya think?"
"Don't you start with that attitude, Jer Bear. I'm trying to say that I can do my best to try and be more respectful, but not if you're going to disrespect me."
"Sorry," muttered Jeremy, looking down again.
"Good. Glad we understand each other. Now let's get you changed, 'big boy'," said Dad, ripping open the boxes of diapers. "I get first pick! How about the space ones?"
"Aww, Dad..." groaned Jeremy, not wanting his diaper to be changed when he still had this raging boner. But of course this wasn't the first boner he had while being changed, as his Dad was all too happy to remind him.
"No need to be embarrassed," said Dad, as he wiped around Jeremy's legs. "Happens to little boys all the time... Oop, and big boys too, of course," added Dad, smiling down at Jeremy. "Now how are we gonna tape this thing shut with your hard willy in the way?"
"Kill me now..."
"Well, we'll just leave it up for now, Jer Bear. I'll come and fix it in a sec." The leave it and fix it later routine was Dad's go to for this sort of situation. Dad would lie in wait, and when Jeremy least expected it, he would reach in and point Jeremy's willy down, always garnering a blush and angry complaint from Jeremy, and a chuckle from Dad.
With that problem settled, Dad taped Jeremy's diaper up and followed with the kiss on the tummy and diaper squeeze. That was almost too much for Jeremy who groaned in both embarrassment and pleasure at the attention.
"See, buddy? It's not even showing over the padding. Guess you're lucky you're not as gifted down there as your old man, huh?"
Jeremy curled up and covered his face as Dad began putting away diapers in his closet. Then Jeremy's eyes shot open. Shit! The baby stuff! The closet was where he hid his adult baby stuff like his bottle and his baby print plastic pants. Shit! Shit! Shit! thought Jeremy, afraid to turn around.
"Jeremy..." came Dad's voice. He spoke slowly, in measured tones that had Jeremy practically crapping his pamps. "What is this?"