A Father's Love (Chapter 2)
Title: A Father's Love (Chapter 2/?)
Word Count: ~1700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Based off this GKM prompt. Kurt always had problems with bedwetting, but as he grew older it just got worse. Burt had no problem diapering and changing his son. But when Kurt is 17 he decides he's old enough for underwear. Burt, however, wanting his son to stay in diapers, has other ideas.
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The rest of the week goes well. Surprisingly well.
In four days Kurt only has two accidents, not including night time bedwetting. The first was during homeschooling. He was Skyping with a teacher and getting help with his Pre-Calc homework, and he knew he had to go, but he didn’t know if he was allowed to. He’d never encountered a situation like this before. Not once has he ever had to ask to be excused for the restroom, and he didn’t even know if he was allowed to.
So he held it in-which he’s good at. But then Mrs. Cheney wanted him to do a practice test and email it to her before the end of homeschooling hours. Kurt immediately started the practice test and didn’t finish it until nearly ninety minutes later. The pressure on his bladder was constant, but Kurt was easily able to ignore it. However, after sending in what he was sure was a near perfect practice test, Kurt leaned back in his chair, cracked his knuckles, and let go.
He felt his piss pouring out of his penis and filling up his diaper, and the feeling was magnificent. He sighed, letting his right hand fall to his loose shorts and squeeze is crotch. He loved the feeling of a wet and warm diaper.
Immediately, however, panic set in.
“Shit! Shit shit shit,” Kurt chanted, sitting up. “Fuck.”
Nerves immediately got the best of him, and Kurt stood up and began pacing the room, thinking about what to do. He could go tell his father. But then Burt might not let him wear underwear. He could change it himself. But then he’d be riddled by guilt. And he’s never been too good at keeping things from his father.
He spends the next ten minutes pacing in the office room and thinking about what he should do and trying not to cry, when his father knocks and walks in.
“How’s work go…” Burt trails off, staring at his son.
Kurt stops pacing and gawks at his father, eyes watery and cheeks red. And Burt just knows.
“Oh bud. It’s okay. Accidents happen.”
“But-but-but-” Kurt starts.
Burt walks over to Kurt and envelopes him in a hug.
“It’s okay, buddy. I’m not mad. It’s okay.”
Kurt immediately begins crying, and Burt rubs his back uttering pleasantries in the hopes of calming him down.
When Kurt’s calmer, Burt leads them into Kurt’s room.
“I totally forgot,” Kurt says as he lays down on the mat that they keep permanently on his floor.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Kurt. These things happen.”
“No, but,” Kurt starts. “I knew I had to pee. I just forgot to go to the bathroom! I forgot that I don’t want to go in my diaper anymore.”
“Well,” Burt begins. “Maybe if you forgot it was because your brain is telling you that you’re not ready to be in big kid underwear yet.”
“No, that’s not it,” Kurt says. “I’m ready. I know I am.”
Burt nods as he wipes off Kurt’s cock and balls with a wet wipe and applying some powder to absorb moisture. Since Kurt isn’t using his diaper, he’s not getting it changed as often. He ends up sweating in his diaper and not having enough chances to air dry. The powder makes Kurt more comfortable and helps avoid rashes, but he can’t wait until he can just wear underwear only.
The second accident happens at night. It’s a Friday and Kurt is staying up late watching a movie with his dad. It’s a little bit past midnight and Kurt is tired and loose and comfortable, curled up on Burt’s lap on the couch. He’s leaning his head against the arm rest and letting his legs stretch out, and Burt’s rubbing comforting circles onto his tummy. Kurt’s nodding in and out of sleep, eyes crusty and dry, but still refusing to turn away from the movie, and the comforting feeing of Burt’s steady touch makes Kurt feel safe.
He doesn’t even realize when he lets go and pees. But Burt does. He can feel the diaper fill. Kurt’s too tired to notice.
They sit together for ten more minutes, Burt still rubbing Kurt’s stomach and waiting for Kurt to notice what happened. But he doesn’t. Kurt just lays there and watches the television.
“Come on, bud,” Burt whispers. “Time for bed.”
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt mutters, slowly getting up and letting Burt guide him to the bedroom. Kurt pulls the covers back and gets into bed. Before he can pull the covers up Burt rubs his forehead a few times.
“Going to change your diaper. Make you nice and comfortable for bed.”
Kurt just nods and hums, closing his eyes and drifting off. He doesn’t even remember it the next day.
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“Kurt,” Burt says on Saturday after his bath. “You haven’t pooped yet, have you?”
They’re in Kurt’s room putting Kurt’s diaper on and getting Kurt dressed.
“No?” Kurt responds. “Since when?” He asks.
“Since we started this on Monday or Tuesday.”
“I haven’t?” Kurt asks.
“No. You haven’t,” Burt responds.
“Oh,” Kurt deflects.
He’s had to poop for a while. He just…doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like to poop. He likes to hold it all up until he can’t anymore. This way he only has to poop a few times a week. And while going over four days without a bowel movement is even a bit extreme for him, he doesn’t feel bad about it. He still feels like he can hold out another day.
“I’ll try today,” Kurt says, though he really doesn’t mean it.
He spends the rest of the day working hard to hold everything in. He doesn’t even pee. A fact Burt realizes that night when he puts Kurt to bed. He doesn’t say anything, hoping Kurt would release his bowels while sleeping.
Which he does…sort of.
His diaper is filled with pee, leaking out of his diaper and onto his sheets. It’s been a while since Kurt has so thoroughly pissed through his diaper. But he doesn’t go again that day either, and he starts drinking less.
That night at dinner, Burt brings it up.
“Kurt,” he says. “You haven’t peed today.”
“I guess I just haven’t had to go,” Kurt shrugs, legs crossed tightly.
“Drink some water then,” Burt suggests.
Kurt stares at his cup of water, eyes wide in fear. But he takes a small sip and then goes back to eating his pasta.
“This isn’t healthy, Kurt. If you’re holding this in, it could be very dangerous.”
“I’m not!” Kurt protests. “I swear,” he responds, voice calmer.
He doesn’t go to the bathroom the rest of the night, and when Kurt wakes him up in the morning, his diaper is dry.
It’s a fact Kurt is super excited about.
“Maybe I won’t need diapers at night either, Dad!” He proclaims happily over breakfast.
Burt nods curtly, trying to not let his anger seethe out.
This isn’t healthy, he thinks to himself. And the idea of his son perhaps getting sick again makes Burt’s heart constrict.
The idea that it could be Kurt’s fault-that he could be making himself sick-makes Burt’s blood boil.
One day, Burt thinks. I’ll give him one day to use the bathroom, and if that doesn’t work I’ll have to intervene.
By mid-afternoon Kurt still hasn’t gone to the bathroom and Burt’s more than a little bit irked.
“Come over here, Kurt,” he says.
Kurt gets up from his schoolwork and follows Burt up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“What’s up?” Kurt asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“I want you to sit on the potty for a few minutes. See if anything comes out.”
Kurt tries not to panic. He really doesn’t want to go to the bathroom. He doesn’t even have to go that badly. But Burt doesn’t seem like he will let this go. So Kurt pulls his pants down and takes his diaper off and sits on the toilet.
“Keep your legs closed and hold your penis down,” Burt reminds.
Kurt nods and does as told. He sits there for a while holding everything in. It’s harder now that he’s sitting on a toilet. His bladder is screaming to be released. But Kurt won’t do it.
Finally, after five minutes, Burt sighs.
“Kid, please just let go.”
“I am! I swear! I guess I just don’t have to go,” Kurt responds.
Burt exhales and shakes his head.
“Come on,” he says, feeling defeated and upset. “Let’s put this diaper back on.”
When they get back to Kurt’s room to get dressed, Burt notices some brown stuff on Kurt’s diaper. Skid marks, Burt thinks.
And that only means one thing: Kurt has been holding his bowels in for far too long. And he has to do something about it.
Burt trashes the soiled diaper and grabs a new one to put on Kurt. When he’s done he stands up.
“I have some errands I need to run. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“Okay,” Kurt responds, standing up and pulling his pants up.
That boy’s gotta be in a world of pain, Burt thinks. And I’m gonna help him out of it.
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Burt heads over to the closest CVS, walking up and down the aisles. Most of the stuff he and Kurt use-like diapers and changing pads-he orders online. But Burt knows CVS has just what he needs.
He picks up a few over-the-counter water pills as well as some MiraLAX and some Dulcolax. Most laxatives take a few days to work, but Burt knows that Kurt needs to go so badly that the laxatives will probably work quicker than that. His hope is that the Dulcolax will set in while Kurt’s sleeping that night.
He’ll slip some into his food and drink, and WHAM! Kurt will be using his diaper in no time.
Just like he should be, Burt thinks.
Chapter 3
Word Count: ~1700
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Based off this GKM prompt. Kurt always had problems with bedwetting, but as he grew older it just got worse. Burt had no problem diapering and changing his son. But when Kurt is 17 he decides he's old enough for underwear. Burt, however, wanting his son to stay in diapers, has other ideas.
Comments would be lovely and make my day.
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The rest of the week goes well. Surprisingly well.
In four days Kurt only has two accidents, not including night time bedwetting. The first was during homeschooling. He was Skyping with a teacher and getting help with his Pre-Calc homework, and he knew he had to go, but he didn’t know if he was allowed to. He’d never encountered a situation like this before. Not once has he ever had to ask to be excused for the restroom, and he didn’t even know if he was allowed to.
So he held it in-which he’s good at. But then Mrs. Cheney wanted him to do a practice test and email it to her before the end of homeschooling hours. Kurt immediately started the practice test and didn’t finish it until nearly ninety minutes later. The pressure on his bladder was constant, but Kurt was easily able to ignore it. However, after sending in what he was sure was a near perfect practice test, Kurt leaned back in his chair, cracked his knuckles, and let go.
He felt his piss pouring out of his penis and filling up his diaper, and the feeling was magnificent. He sighed, letting his right hand fall to his loose shorts and squeeze is crotch. He loved the feeling of a wet and warm diaper.
Immediately, however, panic set in.
“Shit! Shit shit shit,” Kurt chanted, sitting up. “Fuck.”
Nerves immediately got the best of him, and Kurt stood up and began pacing the room, thinking about what to do. He could go tell his father. But then Burt might not let him wear underwear. He could change it himself. But then he’d be riddled by guilt. And he’s never been too good at keeping things from his father.
He spends the next ten minutes pacing in the office room and thinking about what he should do and trying not to cry, when his father knocks and walks in.
“How’s work go…” Burt trails off, staring at his son.
Kurt stops pacing and gawks at his father, eyes watery and cheeks red. And Burt just knows.
“Oh bud. It’s okay. Accidents happen.”
“But-but-but-” Kurt starts.
Burt walks over to Kurt and envelopes him in a hug.
“It’s okay, buddy. I’m not mad. It’s okay.”
Kurt immediately begins crying, and Burt rubs his back uttering pleasantries in the hopes of calming him down.
When Kurt’s calmer, Burt leads them into Kurt’s room.
“I totally forgot,” Kurt says as he lays down on the mat that they keep permanently on his floor.
“You don’t have to explain yourself, Kurt. These things happen.”
“No, but,” Kurt starts. “I knew I had to pee. I just forgot to go to the bathroom! I forgot that I don’t want to go in my diaper anymore.”
“Well,” Burt begins. “Maybe if you forgot it was because your brain is telling you that you’re not ready to be in big kid underwear yet.”
“No, that’s not it,” Kurt says. “I’m ready. I know I am.”
Burt nods as he wipes off Kurt’s cock and balls with a wet wipe and applying some powder to absorb moisture. Since Kurt isn’t using his diaper, he’s not getting it changed as often. He ends up sweating in his diaper and not having enough chances to air dry. The powder makes Kurt more comfortable and helps avoid rashes, but he can’t wait until he can just wear underwear only.
The second accident happens at night. It’s a Friday and Kurt is staying up late watching a movie with his dad. It’s a little bit past midnight and Kurt is tired and loose and comfortable, curled up on Burt’s lap on the couch. He’s leaning his head against the arm rest and letting his legs stretch out, and Burt’s rubbing comforting circles onto his tummy. Kurt’s nodding in and out of sleep, eyes crusty and dry, but still refusing to turn away from the movie, and the comforting feeing of Burt’s steady touch makes Kurt feel safe.
He doesn’t even realize when he lets go and pees. But Burt does. He can feel the diaper fill. Kurt’s too tired to notice.
They sit together for ten more minutes, Burt still rubbing Kurt’s stomach and waiting for Kurt to notice what happened. But he doesn’t. Kurt just lays there and watches the television.
“Come on, bud,” Burt whispers. “Time for bed.”
“Mmmhmm,” Kurt mutters, slowly getting up and letting Burt guide him to the bedroom. Kurt pulls the covers back and gets into bed. Before he can pull the covers up Burt rubs his forehead a few times.
“Going to change your diaper. Make you nice and comfortable for bed.”
Kurt just nods and hums, closing his eyes and drifting off. He doesn’t even remember it the next day.
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“Kurt,” Burt says on Saturday after his bath. “You haven’t pooped yet, have you?”
They’re in Kurt’s room putting Kurt’s diaper on and getting Kurt dressed.
“No?” Kurt responds. “Since when?” He asks.
“Since we started this on Monday or Tuesday.”
“I haven’t?” Kurt asks.
“No. You haven’t,” Burt responds.
“Oh,” Kurt deflects.
He’s had to poop for a while. He just…doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like to poop. He likes to hold it all up until he can’t anymore. This way he only has to poop a few times a week. And while going over four days without a bowel movement is even a bit extreme for him, he doesn’t feel bad about it. He still feels like he can hold out another day.
“I’ll try today,” Kurt says, though he really doesn’t mean it.
He spends the rest of the day working hard to hold everything in. He doesn’t even pee. A fact Burt realizes that night when he puts Kurt to bed. He doesn’t say anything, hoping Kurt would release his bowels while sleeping.
Which he does…sort of.
His diaper is filled with pee, leaking out of his diaper and onto his sheets. It’s been a while since Kurt has so thoroughly pissed through his diaper. But he doesn’t go again that day either, and he starts drinking less.
That night at dinner, Burt brings it up.
“Kurt,” he says. “You haven’t peed today.”
“I guess I just haven’t had to go,” Kurt shrugs, legs crossed tightly.
“Drink some water then,” Burt suggests.
Kurt stares at his cup of water, eyes wide in fear. But he takes a small sip and then goes back to eating his pasta.
“This isn’t healthy, Kurt. If you’re holding this in, it could be very dangerous.”
“I’m not!” Kurt protests. “I swear,” he responds, voice calmer.
He doesn’t go to the bathroom the rest of the night, and when Kurt wakes him up in the morning, his diaper is dry.
It’s a fact Kurt is super excited about.
“Maybe I won’t need diapers at night either, Dad!” He proclaims happily over breakfast.
Burt nods curtly, trying to not let his anger seethe out.
This isn’t healthy, he thinks to himself. And the idea of his son perhaps getting sick again makes Burt’s heart constrict.
The idea that it could be Kurt’s fault-that he could be making himself sick-makes Burt’s blood boil.
One day, Burt thinks. I’ll give him one day to use the bathroom, and if that doesn’t work I’ll have to intervene.
By mid-afternoon Kurt still hasn’t gone to the bathroom and Burt’s more than a little bit irked.
“Come over here, Kurt,” he says.
Kurt gets up from his schoolwork and follows Burt up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“What’s up?” Kurt asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“I want you to sit on the potty for a few minutes. See if anything comes out.”
Kurt tries not to panic. He really doesn’t want to go to the bathroom. He doesn’t even have to go that badly. But Burt doesn’t seem like he will let this go. So Kurt pulls his pants down and takes his diaper off and sits on the toilet.
“Keep your legs closed and hold your penis down,” Burt reminds.
Kurt nods and does as told. He sits there for a while holding everything in. It’s harder now that he’s sitting on a toilet. His bladder is screaming to be released. But Kurt won’t do it.
Finally, after five minutes, Burt sighs.
“Kid, please just let go.”
“I am! I swear! I guess I just don’t have to go,” Kurt responds.
Burt exhales and shakes his head.
“Come on,” he says, feeling defeated and upset. “Let’s put this diaper back on.”
When they get back to Kurt’s room to get dressed, Burt notices some brown stuff on Kurt’s diaper. Skid marks, Burt thinks.
And that only means one thing: Kurt has been holding his bowels in for far too long. And he has to do something about it.
Burt trashes the soiled diaper and grabs a new one to put on Kurt. When he’s done he stands up.
“I have some errands I need to run. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
“Okay,” Kurt responds, standing up and pulling his pants up.
That boy’s gotta be in a world of pain, Burt thinks. And I’m gonna help him out of it.
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Burt heads over to the closest CVS, walking up and down the aisles. Most of the stuff he and Kurt use-like diapers and changing pads-he orders online. But Burt knows CVS has just what he needs.
He picks up a few over-the-counter water pills as well as some MiraLAX and some Dulcolax. Most laxatives take a few days to work, but Burt knows that Kurt needs to go so badly that the laxatives will probably work quicker than that. His hope is that the Dulcolax will set in while Kurt’s sleeping that night.
He’ll slip some into his food and drink, and WHAM! Kurt will be using his diaper in no time.
Just like he should be, Burt thinks.
Chapter 3