A Father's Love (Prologue)
Title: A Father's Love (Prologue/?)
Word Count: ~1000
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.
A/N: This is not my first time writing fic in the Glee fandom, but it is my first time writing this particular kink (ageplay, infantilism, diapering etc). This is unbetaed, but if you beta this kink feel free to drop a comment or a message if you want to help! Rest of the fic will follow soon!
Comments would be lovely and make my day.
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It was always a problem. Always.
Even after he was potty trained he wore Pull Ups to bed. There was rarely a day when he would wake up dry. Burt and Elizabeth would take turns waking up at midnight and three in the morning, each taking a sleepwalking Kurt to the bathroom so he could use the bathroom in the hopes that it would stop him from unconsciously wetting himself later that night. But no matter what they did, Kurt would still wake up wet and embarrassed and having to ask for help.
He was the only eight year old he knew that wore Pull Ups at night, and he hated it. It stopped him from going to sleepovers and sleepaway camp. It often kept him up at night, rolling in bed with anxiety. But he couldn’t help it. Sometimes he’d go a few days without wetting himself, and Burt and Elizabeth-hoping this meant the end of his bedwetting phase-would allow him to sleep in just underwear. But it never lasted, and eventually they just all got into a routine: Kurt would put a Pull Up on at night without having to be asked, Elizabeth would bathe her son quickly in the mornings, and Burt would simultaneously change the sheets-both the cotton and the plastic one that they started putting on Kurt’s bed to protect the mattress.
This was their normal. Until it wasn’t.
When Kurt was eight and a half he came down with a nasty case of untreated pneumonia. He was hospitalized immediately after diagnosis so he could be started on antibiotics. However, the primary treatment didn’t work, and Kurt was allergic to the secondary treatment. He spent three weeks in the hospital fighting to breathe. He was so frail and easily worn out that he was given a catheter-going to the bathroom became the last thing on his mind. And he hardly ate enough to be able to make a bowel movement anyway.
When he came home he was so used to not having to control his bladder that making it to the bathroom on time to pee became an issue. And a month later his mother unexpectedly died of a pulmonary embolism. Kurt, already sick and exhausted, got even worse.
Kurt wasn’t only wetting himself at night, but during the day, too. And it seemed like he didn’t even notice until after the fact, when he would silently get Burt before changing into new clothes. Burt wasn’t sure if his son’s incontinence was due to emotional stress or a medical reason, but he didn’t have the energy to find out. He just became a single father and a grieving widow. So instead he started putting Kurt in Pull Ups during the day.
It didn’t stop as Kurt grew older. Burt tried a few times to re-potty train Kurt, but after a while the routine was comforting. He may no longer have his wife, but he’ll always have his baby boy. And for Kurt’s part-he never asked. The only time he’d use the toilet was when he had to poop. He’d hold his bowels for as long as he could until he couldn’t anymore, and then he’d rush to the bathroom and pull his Pull Up down and sit on the toilet. Sometimes he wouldn’t make it, and Burt would have to help clean him up.
After a while both boys stopped being embarrassed about everything. It was a normal part of their lives.
Not much changed when Kurt initially hit puberty at twelve, except changing out the Pull Ups for adult diapers. Both men agreed that diapers would be more appropriate. Pull Ups don’t hold as much, and Kurt often leaked out of them, ruining his pants, leaving a trail of urine anywhere he walked as well as an unthinkable stench on the carpets and couches.
But as his body grew and changed, so did their ritual.
Burt would help bathe Kurt in the morning in lieu of Elizabeth, but fourteen year old Kurt-starting to look and act like a man-would harden during bath time. At first they both tried to ignore it. But Kurt was a notoriously lazy washer, and he’d never use enough soap or scrub correctly. So Burt started scrubbing his son down instead. One day when he wiped the washcloth over his son’s tumescent penis, Kurt moaned and fell back against the tub.
“Da-Daddy,” he whined, voice high an eyes closed.
“Shh,” Burt said the first time, doing it again and watching as Kurt’s penis slowly filled. Eventually the head was popping out of the water and bouncing against his son’s belly. Burt eventually dropped the washcloth and instead used his wet and soapy hand to rub Kurt. “That’s it,” he said.
“Daddy,” Kurt moaned again as he laid in the tub, shoulders twitching.
“How does it feel, sweet boy?” Burt asked. He had to know. He had to make sure Kurt wanted this as much as he did.
“So good, Daddy,” Kurt responded, breathlessly. He keened, voice breaking as he squeaked. “I’m-I’m-I’m-” he stuttered out.
Burt began rubbing harder, twisting his hand as he reached the top of Kurt’s penis. And Kurt suddenly came, chest heaving and eyes blinking open.
“So good,” Kurt moaned. “Feel so good.”
“That’s it,” Burt praised, rubbing the cum off his son’s glistening chest with his palm. “That’s my boy.”
And that’s how it stayed. Burt would change his son’s diaper several times a day and give him a good morning hand job. Kurt would pee in his diaper and try his hardest to poop on the toilet. And both men were happy.
Until Kurt turned seventeen, that is.
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Chapter 1
Word Count: ~1000
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.
A/N: This is not my first time writing fic in the Glee fandom, but it is my first time writing this particular kink (ageplay, infantilism, diapering etc). This is unbetaed, but if you beta this kink feel free to drop a comment or a message if you want to help! Rest of the fic will follow soon!
Comments would be lovely and make my day.
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It was always a problem. Always.
Even after he was potty trained he wore Pull Ups to bed. There was rarely a day when he would wake up dry. Burt and Elizabeth would take turns waking up at midnight and three in the morning, each taking a sleepwalking Kurt to the bathroom so he could use the bathroom in the hopes that it would stop him from unconsciously wetting himself later that night. But no matter what they did, Kurt would still wake up wet and embarrassed and having to ask for help.
He was the only eight year old he knew that wore Pull Ups at night, and he hated it. It stopped him from going to sleepovers and sleepaway camp. It often kept him up at night, rolling in bed with anxiety. But he couldn’t help it. Sometimes he’d go a few days without wetting himself, and Burt and Elizabeth-hoping this meant the end of his bedwetting phase-would allow him to sleep in just underwear. But it never lasted, and eventually they just all got into a routine: Kurt would put a Pull Up on at night without having to be asked, Elizabeth would bathe her son quickly in the mornings, and Burt would simultaneously change the sheets-both the cotton and the plastic one that they started putting on Kurt’s bed to protect the mattress.
This was their normal. Until it wasn’t.
When Kurt was eight and a half he came down with a nasty case of untreated pneumonia. He was hospitalized immediately after diagnosis so he could be started on antibiotics. However, the primary treatment didn’t work, and Kurt was allergic to the secondary treatment. He spent three weeks in the hospital fighting to breathe. He was so frail and easily worn out that he was given a catheter-going to the bathroom became the last thing on his mind. And he hardly ate enough to be able to make a bowel movement anyway.
When he came home he was so used to not having to control his bladder that making it to the bathroom on time to pee became an issue. And a month later his mother unexpectedly died of a pulmonary embolism. Kurt, already sick and exhausted, got even worse.
Kurt wasn’t only wetting himself at night, but during the day, too. And it seemed like he didn’t even notice until after the fact, when he would silently get Burt before changing into new clothes. Burt wasn’t sure if his son’s incontinence was due to emotional stress or a medical reason, but he didn’t have the energy to find out. He just became a single father and a grieving widow. So instead he started putting Kurt in Pull Ups during the day.
It didn’t stop as Kurt grew older. Burt tried a few times to re-potty train Kurt, but after a while the routine was comforting. He may no longer have his wife, but he’ll always have his baby boy. And for Kurt’s part-he never asked. The only time he’d use the toilet was when he had to poop. He’d hold his bowels for as long as he could until he couldn’t anymore, and then he’d rush to the bathroom and pull his Pull Up down and sit on the toilet. Sometimes he wouldn’t make it, and Burt would have to help clean him up.
After a while both boys stopped being embarrassed about everything. It was a normal part of their lives.
Not much changed when Kurt initially hit puberty at twelve, except changing out the Pull Ups for adult diapers. Both men agreed that diapers would be more appropriate. Pull Ups don’t hold as much, and Kurt often leaked out of them, ruining his pants, leaving a trail of urine anywhere he walked as well as an unthinkable stench on the carpets and couches.
But as his body grew and changed, so did their ritual.
Burt would help bathe Kurt in the morning in lieu of Elizabeth, but fourteen year old Kurt-starting to look and act like a man-would harden during bath time. At first they both tried to ignore it. But Kurt was a notoriously lazy washer, and he’d never use enough soap or scrub correctly. So Burt started scrubbing his son down instead. One day when he wiped the washcloth over his son’s tumescent penis, Kurt moaned and fell back against the tub.
“Da-Daddy,” he whined, voice high an eyes closed.
“Shh,” Burt said the first time, doing it again and watching as Kurt’s penis slowly filled. Eventually the head was popping out of the water and bouncing against his son’s belly. Burt eventually dropped the washcloth and instead used his wet and soapy hand to rub Kurt. “That’s it,” he said.
“Daddy,” Kurt moaned again as he laid in the tub, shoulders twitching.
“How does it feel, sweet boy?” Burt asked. He had to know. He had to make sure Kurt wanted this as much as he did.
“So good, Daddy,” Kurt responded, breathlessly. He keened, voice breaking as he squeaked. “I’m-I’m-I’m-” he stuttered out.
Burt began rubbing harder, twisting his hand as he reached the top of Kurt’s penis. And Kurt suddenly came, chest heaving and eyes blinking open.
“So good,” Kurt moaned. “Feel so good.”
“That’s it,” Burt praised, rubbing the cum off his son’s glistening chest with his palm. “That’s my boy.”
And that’s how it stayed. Burt would change his son’s diaper several times a day and give him a good morning hand job. Kurt would pee in his diaper and try his hardest to poop on the toilet. And both men were happy.
Until Kurt turned seventeen, that is.
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Chapter 1