Daddy Gets Wet Too! WRITEN BY JENNIE BEAR

The sun shone brightly, just peeking between the curtains. Jennie was just starting to stir. She and Daddy had been up late the night before, enjoying grown up time together. They’d stayed out with friends, drinking and having a good time. Daddy had the foresight when they’d come home late, to put his giggling girl, tipsy from a few too many beers, into a thick fluffy night time diaper. He’d made sure also, to put a pair of plastic pants over her diaper just encase. He’d learned the hard way that a little too much to drink for His baby girl, and no diaper, and they would wake up in a very wet bed.

Jennie stretched still feeling a bit fuzzy from having had too much too drink the night before. Daddy wasn’t beside her, she’d realised that immediately. He must be up doing “Daddy things” while he let her sleep in. She lay there a bit enjoying the moment of total relaxation before realising she was in a wet diaper. Placing her hand inside her plastic panties she explored a bit checking to see just how wet her diaper was. She couldn’t remember wetting in the night, she’d have wet their bed if Daddy hadn’t diapered her. Whenever she drank late in the evening she always woke up wet. It had happened a few times in college without a diaper and it had been a huge embarrassment for her. She’d always been extremely careful after that.

With Daddy though, things were different. He loved her and loved who she was and what she was. To him, her “childlike qualities” were a part of what made her so special. That he enjoyed these qualities and used them in creating a special bond between them, made him all the more special to her.

She slipped out of bed, her diaper damp and cold between her legs. She shivered a bit, the coolness of the morning rushing over the rest of her naked body. Finding a t shirt she slipped it on, though it barely came to the top of her puffy plastic panties. She really needed to pee, and wasn’t sure if her diaper would hold another wetting. She wasn’t allowed to change herself however, and she must ask permission to use the potty.

Downstairs she found Daddy in his office.

“Good morning Daddy” she said as she stood first on one foot then the other, wriggling, and squeezing her thighs together, just inside his office door.

“Good morning princess, come give Daddy a morning hug and kiss”

She went to him and hugged him quickly around the neck.

“That’s not any kind of good morning hug, sweetie” and he said dragging her onto his lap.

She leaned into him, inhaling his scent deeply, it was clean and comforting. She sat still giving him a quick kiss before speaking urgently....

“Daddy, I wet my diaper” she said giving a fake frown.

He smiled “I know baby, I checked you before I got up this morning, I didn’t want you to leak if you were too wet.”

She blushed, then quickly began to get up feeling her urgency again...but he held her in place.

“Where are you going so fast princess? I want to hold you for a bit. Daddy loves to cuddle his baby girl in the mornings.”

She didn’t want to leave him either, but knew if she didn’t she’d have another accident and she really didn’t know if the diaper would hold it, she had to go so bad now that it wouldn’t be just a little wetting.

“Daddy?” she started to ask him if she could go to the potty, but just as she did he squeezed her tightly and held her firm.

“Let’s talk about our plans for the day baby, Daddy has lots for us to do. Then you can go do whatever it is you want to do”

She knew it was useless to argue, so hoping that they would talk fast she sat patiently, or sort of patiently, trying not to wriggle too much.

They made their plans for the day, talking about working in the yard, planting flowers and maybe a picnic in the afternoon.

She thought she was going to make it, but then he unexpectedly tickled her, loving to hear her laughter.

As she laughed she relaxed too much and she felt herself begin to pee. She’d really been working hard to hold it, and now that it had been released it was like a flood that couldn’t be stopped. There was no controlling the stream that soaked into her already wet diaper.

She could tell by the expression on Daddy’s face that he knew it was happening too. Instead of pushing her away though, or showing any look of disgust at being peed on. He pulled her close to his chest, pressed her head onto his shoulder and he stroked her back gently as she leaned into him. She sat there, soaking them both, her diaper and his lap, she even managed to make a small puddle on the floor. By the time she had emptied her bladder completely, her thumb was in her mouth, her eyes were closed, and a feeling of such contentment had come over her that she didn’t want to ever break the moment. They sat that way for quite a while, neither saying anything, it was her giant shiver from the cold wet diaper that made them both finally break into a fit of laughter.

Clean up was together, it was hot and steamy and lots of fun!