The Jenny Series – Chapter Two – Jonathan and Jenny – The Beginning
Thinking back, Jenny always knew there was something different about Jonathan. He was 10 years older than her (34 to her 24), which always made him feel like part lover, part guardian. But it was more than that. When she remembered the beginning of their relationship, she realised he had planted some ideas in her mind, almost without her realising it…
The first time she visited his apartment, she was shocked at its size. She had known that he was a lawyer, and that he made a comfortable living. However, she had been unprepared for the extent of his wealth. The large, luxurious apartment was on the top floor of a downtown Toronto building. The gray carpet was thick and soft, the countertops were granite, and the walls were decorated with tasteful pieces of art. Then there was the master bedroom. It was a large room, with a huge bed in the centre of it. The bed was so high, Jenny had to hop a little bit to get onto it. But then she wasn’t a very big girl. Barely five foot two and scarcely 100 pounds.
Her first night in the apartment, Jenny had changed into a light blue, silk pyjama set that she had brought. Most of her previous boyfriends loved such sensual lingerie. However, when she emerged from the washroom, which adjoined the bedroom, John shook his head. “Sunshine, you’ll be too cold in those thin pyjamas.” He drew her close to him and fingered the fragile silk. “Next time, bring some warm flannel pyjamas, or maybe sweatpants.” Jenny was surprised, but pleased. She would love to wear warm, cozy pyjamas to bed. If he didn’t mind, she was happy to do so. John then swung her up into his arms and sat on the edge of the bed holding her in his lap. He seemed to want to have a talk with her.
“Now darling, I want you to know that I have a plastic sheet on this bed. It’s padded on top, so it’s still comfortable and it doesn’t rustle. But it’s there, so I don’t want you to worry if you have an accident in your sleep.”
Jenny was confused. She wasn’t sure what he meant. It couldn’t be what she thought… “What do you mean?” she asked with a bewildered look.
“If you have a little accident and wet your pants in the night Sweetheart. It won’t do any harm. You just wake me up and we’ll get you cleaned up and go right back to bed.”
The matter seemed to be closed. John stood with Jenny cradled in his arms, laid her down in bed and then lay down beside her and turned out the light. They made love like any other couple that night. But afterwards, when John was asleep, Jenny’s mind kept going over his strange comment. Why would he think she would wet the bed? She was 24. And, furthermore, she had NEVER wet the bed, even as a young child.
What would give him the idea that women her age wet the bed? Perhaps one of his other girlfriends had had an accident and he assumed she might, too? Jenny didn’t know. Curious, she wriggled to a corner of the bed and pulled back the smooth, expensive beige sheet. Sure enough, there was a white, quilted mattress cover, which had a plastic backing. Why did John tell her about that plastic sheet? And why did she get such a warm, sinking, tingling, comfortable feeling when she remembered his comment. It was almost as though she found his words arousing. He had been so casual and understanding as he said it. As if wetting the bed was no big deal at all.
Weeks went by, and Jenny never forgot the comment, although John never mentioned it again. Occasionally, when alone in his bedroom, Jenny would check to make sure the plastic cover was still there. It always was.
Over time, the relationship between John and Jenny intensified. Jenny virtually lived at his apartment, stopping at her place only to grab the mail and occasionally pick up some clothes.
On Valentine’s Day, after the two had been dating for about two months, John took Jenny out for a beautiful dinner. She dressed in a provocative, black velvet dress with a daringly low neckline and diamond accessories. They began their supper late, around 8:30pm, and lingered over appetisers, entrees and luscious, chocolate desserts. And drinks. Jenny had a glass of wine with dinner and three glasses of champagne with dessert. She loved champagne. John didn’t mind her drinking; he just laughed as she asked the waiter to re-fill her empty champagne flute. For such a little girl, this was a large amount of alcohol. Jenny was quite tipsy.
Eventually, John collected his little Valentine princess and left the restaurant, stumbling out into the snowy night. Jenny was having the time of her life. She chattered animatedly to John. He chuckled at her comments, which were very funny but also undeniably silly. There was no doubt that she was a lightweight who got drunk all too easily. John decided to get her straight to bed.
When they got home, he took her into the bathroom and began getting her ready for bed. He removed the sparkling diamond clip from her glossy blonde hair, and gently brushed out the tangles. Next he took a soft, damp cloth and wiped off her eye make-up. Finally he undid the velvet dress, and allowed her to step out of it. She was gorgeous, dressed in a deep ruby cut-lace bra and panty set. He took off the bra, and helped her into a light pink tank top. Then he helped her step into a pair of thick, grew sweatpants. Now, fresh-faced and sleepy, she looked like a very young teenager at a slumber party. John filled a glass with cool water and gave it to her.
“Drink this water, Sunshine, or you’ll have a hell of a hangover in the morning.” Jenny obediently drained the tumbler. She was still chattering to John about everything and anything, but he knew she would soon be fast asleep. He put a finger to her lips, lifted her into his strong arms and tucked her into bed. He then climbed in beside her.
A few hours later, Jenny awoke, unsure of what had disturbed her sleep. She then realised that she badly needed to go to the bathroom. She sighed and contemplated all the work that it would take to get up. She would have to walk into the cold, tiled bathroom, endure the bright light, and probably wake herself up completely. Jenny didn’t realise how drunk she still was. All she knew was that she was tired, comfortable and needed to go pee. Then she remembered John’s comment months ago. “Maybe I should just pee in my pants,” she giggled to herself. John wouldn’t mind. He had told her himself that the mattress was protected. And in fact, he had seemed to expect that she would wet the bed sometimes. In a fit of naughtiness, she decided to do it. The idea sent a little thrill of excitement through her. She rolled onto her back, and turned her face away from John. It would never do for him to catch her with her eyes open and a smile on her face as she did this forbidden thing. She lay there and consciously relaxed the muscles of her stomach and thighs. Soon she felt a small damp patch in her panties. She shivered with pleasure. She forced herself to stay relaxed and allowed herself to begin wetting for real. First, a small spurts entering her panties, dripping between her legs and seeping under her little backside. Then, in her pants, a rushing warmth. The wetness streamed through her thick jogging pants and began spreading out beneath her on the sheet. The feeling was incredible. It was messy and naughty and terrible and infantile, all at the same time. She couldn’t believe she was deliberately peeing in her pants, just like a naughty toddler. When she finished, she sighed, and, pretending to move in her sleep, turned onto her stomach. The warm wetness seeped through the front of her pants and soaked her groin area. The front and back of her pants were now heavy and saturated with urine.
She felt a crazy flipping feeling in her stomach. What a rush that had been! If she had known how incredible it would be, she would have been a bedwetter as a kid. No wonder those kids didn’t want to get up to use the toilet! The orgasmic feeling intensified as she thought of John, lying beside her. What would he do? How did he handle waking up to a girlfriend who had relieved herself in her sleep? She squirmed around a bit, hoping to wake him, but eventually she fell asleep herself.
Several hours later, she felt him gently shaking her awake.
“Jenny. Sweetie wake up,” he said softly. “We need to change your pants, Sunshine. You had an accident. You’re soaked.”
He was patting her on the seat of her cold and sopping pants.
Jenny awoke with a gasp, remembering everything in a flash. Now that she was stone-cold sober, in the dim light of day, peeing the bed was no longer a naughty thrill. Now it was just plain humiliating. She immediately covered her face with her hands.
John sat up and pulled her up with him, pulling her hands away from her blushing face. “Hey, hey, hey. Where did you go? No need to hide. It was just a bedwetting. No big deal. Lots of girls have night-time accidents once in a while. Especially teeny tiny ones who insist on having three glasses of champagne,” he chuckled tenderly.
Jenny leaned against him wordlessly. He was matter-of-fact, comforting, and she had never loved him so much.
“Well take care of this. Let’s check the damage.” He pulled back the heavy brocade quilt, revealing Jenny’s gray pants, soaked in a circle, and the corresponding dark spot on the sheets beneath where she sad.”
“Oh, just a little puddle. That’s easy to clean up. Are your pants messy, too, Sunshine, or just wet?”
Jenny’s face reddened even more at the embarrassing question. Did he think she was a dirty baby who couldn’t control her body at all?
When she didn’t answer, John swiftly pulled open the back of her pyjama pants and did a quick check of her panties.
“Nope, just wet. You’ll be easy to clean up, my good little girl.”
Seeing the embarrassed look on her face, he explained, “Sometimes girls who drink too much alcohol mess their pants, too. But it looks like you just had a little peeing accident.”
He swiftly got out of bed, took her by the hand and led her into the bathroom. Her cold, soggy pyjamas clung to her and made her shiver. The bottom edge of her pink tank-top was darkened with her accident as well.
Once in the bathroom, John efficiently filled the tub with warm, bubbling water and set to work stripping off her wet pyjamas. He bundled the heavy, wet clothes into the hamper, and then lifted her into the fragrant water. He then took a washcloth, and carefully washed her legs, backside and stomach.
“There we are. All clean. You’re awfully quiet, Sunshine. What’s the matter?”
He looked deep into her eyes as he knelt beside the bathtub. She gave him an anguished look and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
He drew her to him in a firm hug.
“You have nothing to be sorry for darling. It was an accident. It just happened because that’s what happens sometimes to girls your age. You couldn’t help it – it happened while you were sleeping, didn’t it?”
Jenny felt the urge to confess. She hated to do it, but she couldn’t just let him keep thinking this was an accident.
“Well,” she said, her eyes downcast, “I maybe was kinda awake, because I do remember it a little bit…” She trailed off, too afraid to look at him.
He took her chin in his strong hand, and turned her small face towards him. “Jenny, darling, you were drunk. You didn’t know what you were doing. Even if you remember it, it doesn’t matter Sunshine, it’s not your fault. When little girls like you are drunk, or even just really sleepy, they are not good judges of where to go potty. Sometimes they make a mistake and potty in the bed or in their pants. That’s just part of being a little girl, right?
Jenny felt flooded with relief. She couldn’t believe how understanding John was. In fact, he seemed to love her more than ever. Although always affectionate, she didn’t remember him ever being quite this tender before.
John helped her out of the tub, and dressed her in dry, light blue underpants, and a pair of light yellow, cotton jammies that smelled clean and fresh. Then he led her into the bedroom, where he swiftly stripped the wet sheets and mattress cover off the bed and remade it with clean ones. Finally, he pulled her back into bed and settled beside her.
“Sweetie, I don’t want you to worry about that. If it happens again, you know now that I won’t get mad and it’s not a big deal.”
Jenny couldn’t believe that she was being given permission to pee the bed. It was so forbidden. And yet part of her couldn’t wait to do it again…
“John?”
“Yes, Jenny.”
“Umm…” she trailed off.
“What is it, love?”
“What if I wetted the bed lots of nights? Would you be mad?”
John pulled her closer to him and allowed her to snuggle into his chest.
“No, of course not darling. That might happen, sometimes, when you’re stressed or sick.”
Jenny felt a swift, warm, cozy feeling spread through her body. That was exactly what she hoped to hear. Then he said something that interested her even more.
“Of course,” he said casually, “If it happened often, we’d want to make you more comfortable.”
“How would you do that?”
“Before bed we’d just put you in a disposable diaper. Then you would stay all clean and comfy.”
Jenny’s eyes snapped open in shock. Diaper! She didn’t know WHAT she thought of that….
The End of The Jenny Series – Chapter Two.
If you want to read more stories about ABDL girls you can find a list here: Diaper Girls – Index
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