Jenny Gets A Cold – Chapter One
“Does my little girl want sugar in her tea?”
Jenny and her boyfriend Jonathan were sitting at the kitchen table in Jonathan’s massive Toronto apartment. It was evening, just before bedtime, and Jenny had asked for a cup of hot tea before bed. Despite what her boyfriend called her, she wasn’t really a little girl. She was a grown up girl of 24. But to John, who was 10 years her senior, she would always be a child. So many things about her seemed young. Her light, shimmering blond hair was fine and silky. Her eyes were sparkling blue and mischievous. Her smile was innocent, framed by two distinctive dimples. And she was so small and slender that she could easily pass for a teenager, rather than the young woman she was.
Jenny smiled at John and nodded, indicating her preference for sugar. Jenny had a sweet tooth.
John knew what might happen if his little girlfriend drank too much tea before bedtime. Over the past four months that Jenny had been living with him, he had found that she occasionally had a bit of a problem. Not long after the two became a couple, John had awoken in the early morning to find Jenny had wet the bed. It had been a night out, and Jenny had drunk too much champagne before going to bed. He wasn’t angry with her over the mess in the bed. In fact, he had privately been very pleased. The truth was that John had a strange desire when it came to Jenny. For some reason, he found himself hoping very much that she would have toileting accidents. It was an excuse to hold her, cuddle her, comfort her, and strip off her wet pajamas. It also made her seem very much like a real little girl. John loved it. But after that first wetting, Jenny was disappointingly dry at night for weeks.
Every morning, he would wake up, turn to face her, and gently slide his hand toward her under the covers and check her pants. Jenny was used to this careful touching, and was unaware what was behind it. She thought he was giving her attention. She didn’t realize he was secretly hoping to discover that she had had an accident.
So John started suggesting late night trips to the coffee shop, to encourage Jenny to drink more fluid. He would buy her cup after cup of Coke or coffee; drinks which he would encourage her to chase with a tumbler of water. Jenny liked the special evening dates, and failed to understand the significance of all the liquid. Then at home, John would occasionally offer Jenny a sleeping pill. (“It will help you rest better, darling. Wouldn’t you like that?”) The pills were mild, and wouldn’t hurt her. But they made it just slightly more likely that when nature called, Jenny wouldn’t awaken.
One night, Jenny woke in the night and sleepily began to climb out of bed to visit the bathroom. John’s arm tightened around her and pulled her back into bed. She murmured sleepily, “Need to go pee, I gotta get up.” John simply hugged her tighter and whispered in her ear, “It’s the middle of the night, darling. Shh. You’re too little to be getting out of bed in the dark. Go back to sleep.” Jenny pondered this, while slipping back into a half-asleep state. So John thought she was a little girl. Then she would just pee her pants, like a baby. It had felt so good the last time, and John didn’t mind. He told her it happened to all girls sometimes. While still nestled in his arms, she relaxed and let herself pee, a slow, steady stream that soaked her white panties, her red, plaid pajama pants, and the sheets beneath her. A few moments later, John’s heart quickened when he felt a slight dampness on the side of his leg. He put his hand to the front of her pants and almost groaned aloud with pleasure when he found she had soaked herself like a toddler.
From that time on, Jenny began peeing the bed about once a week. Sometimes it was because she was stressed and wanted some extra attention. Sometimes she was too sleepy to get out of bed. And one time, it was even a genuine accident, after far too many Cokes the evening before.
John loved it. He loved the look on her pretty face when she confessed to being wet. He loved the tender job of putting her in a bubble bath and cleaning off her slender legs and small backside. And part of him longed for the frequency of the accidents to increase, so that he could baby her further. Or even for her to begin wetting or messing in the day. So far he hadn’t decided how to pursue that.
Tonight Jenny drank two cups of strong, sweet tea. She wanted the tea because her throat was scratchy and she felt like she was getting a cold.
John was concerned about Jenny. He watched her closely as she sat at the table, one small hand curled around her mug of tea. Her normally rosy cheeks were chalky white, and she had dark circles under her eyes. And he didn’t like how often she had coughed in the last few hours.
“Sweetheart,” said John gently. “You had an accident last night. And you’re feeling sick this evening, so you might have trouble waking up if you need to go potty. I think you might need some protection for bedtime.”
Jenny didn’t understand what he was talking about. “You always protect me, silly,” she giggled. “And what do I need protection from? There’s no monsters!”
John smiled at her innocence. “I mean we will protect your pajamas and the bed from an accident.”
Jenny’s smile fell. Inside, her heart began to race. “What do you mean?” she asked, although she was already sure that she knew quite well what he was hinting at.
John stood and took her by the hand, leading her into the bedroom. He gestured for her to sit on the edge of the bed, then opened the closet door.
He pulled out a package of floral Goodnites for girls. John had bought these earlier in the evening, on the way home from work. In the drugstore, he had stood for some time, considering which diapers would be most acceptable to his shy little girl. He first walked down the aisle where the adult diapers were kept. When he looked at the packages, the products all looked too big. Jenny had very slender legs and a small waist. He worried that the adult diapers would be too bulky and would leak. In any case, they looked boring and white. They wouldn’t suit his cheerful little girl.
He walked down the aisle carrying baby products and considered the diapers and pull-ups. He liked the colourful cartoon characters and was especially drawn to the Disney Princess pull-ups. Jenny loved being his little princess; he was sure the familiar characters would please her. But he did wonder if they would be a bit tight on Jenny, as they were made for preschoolers. Finally, he found a sales clerk. It was an older woman, perhaps in her fifties.
“Excuse me, I’ve got a question,” said John to the woman. “I’ve got a young girl at home with a bit of a bedwetting problem. Can you tell me which diapers would be best for her?”
“Certainly sir,” said the woman, with a hint of a Scottish accent in her voice. “How big is the wee lass?”
“She’s about five foot two, but very slender.” John held his hands apart a narrow distance, indicating her small hips. “I was looking at these ones,” he said, gesturing to the pull-ups.
“Ah, no,” she said, shaking her head. “Those are for wee ones who are learnin’ to use the toilet. They don’t suit for bedtime wettings, which are often fairly heavy. She’ll be wanting the Goodnites,” said the woman. She walked a bit further down the aisle and pulled down a pink package. “These will fit your lass. And the children love the pretty posies on these ones.” John saw that the diapers were indeed printed with delicate looking pink and purple daisies. He smiled. Once he convinced Jenny that she didn’t need to be embarrassed about wearing diapers, she was going to love these.
Now in the bedroom with Jenny, John wasn’t so sure. He looked at her face. She was scowling at him and her lip was pushed out in a pouty expression. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap.
“Now darling, you know that we can’t keep letting you pee in your pants and in the bed. You might make your cold worse if you lie in wet panties all the time.”
Jenny was too embarrassed to allow the diapering to happen without putting up a bit of a fuss.
“But I’ll get up in the night to pee. I promise. You can just wake me up and I promise I won’t wet the bed.”
“Jenny, honey, you’re sick. I don’t want you getting up in the night anyway. You’ll have to walk on that cold tile floor, which isn’t good for little girls with a cold. We’ll just put you in these pretty disposable underpants, and if you have an accident you’ll stay all clean and comfortable. Won’t that feel nice?”
Jenny frowned. “THOSE aren’t disposable underpants, those are DIAPERS” she said in a childish voice.
John sighed, his patience wearing thin. “Well, Missy, you can call them whatever you want. But you had an accident last night, and if I know you you’ll be having another one tonight. I won’t have you lying in cold, soaking wet clothes every night. And if I wake you up to change you as soon as I notice you’re wet, then you’re not going to get any sleep. I’m afraid it’s not a choice, love. Your only choice is whether I put them on you, or you go into the bathroom and put them on yourself.” He opened the top of the package and pulled out a folded up Goodnite. It really did look much more like a diaper than like any type of underpants.
Jenny struggled with her emotions. Part of her was utterly humiliated and couldn’t believe it had come to this. All her naughty “accidents” were coming back to haunt her, and she was going to be embarrassed beyond belief now. On the other hand, part of her wanted nothing more than wear a diaper like a messy, careless baby. She was intensely curious about what it would feel like to wear. And even more so, what it would feel like to be able to go to the bathroom in her pants without care or consequence.
She reached out her arms to John, who came and sat beside her on the bed. She crawled onto his lap and laid her head on his shoulder. He rocked her gently. Then she said softly, “Okay, I will wear them. But I think I won’t need them. I won’t wet the bed again. I’m a big girl.”
John chuckled softly. “Well, maybe not Princess. We’ll see. But it can’t hurt, right?”
“Right,” she said, obediently.
“Lets get you changed into your jammies and ready for bed.”
John gently laid her on the bed, and unbuttoned her pants. He slid them off, and then slid off her gray panties. She shivered slightly, as she lay, exposed on the bed.
He slid the diaper over her slender legs, and pulled it up snugly around her waist. It fit her perfectly. She sat up then, and John could have died of happiness, looking at his beloved little girlfriend, at last clothed in the diaper that she needed.
John helped his golden-haired little angel pull on her Minnie Mouse pajamas, and patted her on her padded backside.
Jenny felt like she had gone to heaven. The diaper was cozy and thick, and pressed against the front of her in a most comforting fashion. She never expected it would feel this good. She was aware that all the tea she had drunk had made her have to pee. She could pee right now, if she wanted to.
As if sensing her thoughts, John said casually, “Darling, you might want to do your before-bed pee in your pamper right now. That way, we can make sure it won’t leak. Then I’ll just put you in a fresh one before we go to bed. Only if you want to, love”
Jenny didn’t answer, but just buried her face in her hands. John decided to give her some privacy. He left and busied himself cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen.
Jenny wandered out into the living room and put the television on. She watched the show blindly, aware only of the warm, soft diaper surrounding her most private area. She sat down on the couch, and put her finger in her mouth and sucked it, as was her babyish habit. With her other hand, she twirled a few strands of her silky blond hair. Should she pee in her pants right now? How odd to be thinking this. And of course, the adult part of her mind was horrified that she was even considering it. But the infantile part of her was stronger.
She uncrossed her legs, and almost immediately felt herself beginning to go potty in her pants. She felt the adult feelings flood into her mind, “Oh my God, I’m peeing my pants right on John’s couch, this is so embarrassing.” But it felt so amazing. Chills went up and down her arms. Her stomach felt like she was sinking a million miles. The warmth spread between her legs and underneath her backside. She felt so warm and naughty and safe. How luxurious to be sitting on a comfortable couch, watching TV and emptying her bladder right where she sat, without even trying to hold back.
Right then, John walked into the room, and caught the naughty smile on her face. He caught his breath. Had she just done what he thought she had done?
He crossed the room and said briskly, “Love, do you need your pampers changed?” She looked up at him, with a child-like expression on her face. She nodded.
“Let’s see,” he said. He pulled her up by lifting her under her arms, and stood her in front of him. He then felt the outside of her pajama bottoms, feeling the warm, squishy mass of the soggy diaper. The Goodnite had swollen up quite a bit with her accident, giving her more of a childish looking bulge beneath the seat of her pajamas.
“Oh my, we’ve got quite a mess here. I see my little princess went pee-pee in her pants. Let’s put you into a nice dry diaper for bedtime.”
He swung Jenny up into his arms, and carried her towards the bathroom, one hand on her bulky, diapered behind. Jenny had never felt more orgasmic in her life.
She made a private decision. This was too much fun to save for bedtime. She wanted to start getting this type of attention in the daytime too! But how…?
The End of Jenny Gets A Cold – Chapter One.
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