Three Diapers Ch. 10-11

Chapter Ten:

"Daddy!" exclaimed Melissa to her father at breakfast two mornings later. Alan now rose earlier to share breakfast with his daughter. He found there was much to share in the early hours dressed in his diaper and panties around the breakfast table.

"What's wrong, honey?"

She stepped up to him and threw her arms around him. He could tell instantly what the problem was. The smell of her dirty diaper hit his nostrils.

"It's okay, Mel. Just put it in the bucket like normal and I will deal with it. Okay?"

Alan was excited beyond measure. He had only dared to hope that his lovely daughter would dirty her diaper one day. He couldn't wait for her to leave work so that he could enjoy it. It was one of his secret thrills and fantasies. Wearing her dirty diaper would be an excitement beyond anything he had experienced so far.

Eventually 7:30 came and Melissa left for work. Alan literally raced to her room to find the rare treasure. With shaking hands he took the diaper to his room, unfolded it and laid it out on his bed. Removing his own wet over-night garment he squatted over the used diaper and slowly, almost reverently, lowered himself into her mess.

It was pure delight as his bottom touched it. He laid down and pinned the heavy sodden and soiled diaper around his hips and pulled on his own plastic pants. He was so erect he could scarcely stand.

He stood up and then sat down again feeling her poo squish beneath him, feeling it spread over his bottom and balls. He just wished there was more, more to tantalise and pleasure him but he knew he was already getting more than he had a right to expect.

He recalled some of his more embarrassing moments when she was a toddler. Melissa had gone off to day-care and he had occasional duty washing her diapers. It was her messy ones that attracted him the most. He would sit in the shower and put them inside his underwear so that they felt like a makeshift diaper. He would feel his cock and balls encased in her poo and pee and it aroused him like nothing else did. He would always cum in those diapers; loud, fast, angry cums with spurts that sometimes shot out of the diaper and onto the shower alcove walls.

And it was happening again. Only there was more poo this time.

Just like when she was a toddler, he exploded powerfully into the soiled diaper before collapsing onto the bed to recover.

He'd always felt a sense of guilt after those sessions before, but today, he felt nothing but pleasure and exhaustion.

He decided to keep it on for a while. Ten minutes became an hour and an hour became a morning until finally it was nearly lunchtime when the phone rang.

"Mr Bartholomew?" The voice was proficient and clinical.

"Yes..."

"It's St Andrews Hospital. Your daughter has had an accident and has been brought here."

"What accident?" he shouted. "What's happened?"

"It's okay, sir. She is fine. There was an accident at her workplace and she has injured her right hand. She's in x-ray now."

It took thirty anxious minutes for Alan to get to the hospital. He quickly removed the soiled diaper and showered in record time. He rushed into the emergency room and was eventually ushered into a tiny cubicle where his daughter lay on the bed, her right hand and wrist heavily strapped.

"Are you ok, honey?" he asked and Melissa instantly dissolved into tears.

"The bookshelf fell on me!" she sobbed.

Alan hugged her carefully trying not to hurt her hand.

"Her wrist is fractured along with two bones in her hand." The bored voice came from behind him. Alan turned and saw the youngest doctor he had ever seen. The young man looked like he was still in his teens.

"She has some bruising on her back and legs but the only serious injury is to her right hand and wrist."

"What can you do for it?"

"We will take her now to put a cast on her arm and it will be six to eight weeks before it can come off. She should have limited use of her hand in about two or three weeks."

Alan watched as they wheeled her off to get the cast. He was relieved that her injuries had been small considering a large bookcase had toppled onto her. The doctor however, had given him little information and even less consolation.

That's my daughter you pimply prick! You better take good care of her or else you'll have me to deal with!

***

"Can I get anything for you?" asked Alan, as soon as he walked back through their front door.

"I just want to lie down I think," she replied morosely. She hobbled of the her bedroom with an aching and sore back. But her right wrist was what was really hurting despite the pain killers.

Ten minutes later, Alan came into her room and found her sitting on the edge of the bed sobbing and dishevelled. Her chest was heaving as he squatted on the floor in front of her.

"Daddy!" she sobbed. "I can't undress myself!"

Alan looked at her clothes and saw her vain attempt to take them off. In all the worry of the accident Alan hadn't stopped to consider how his daughter was going to be able to dress herself with only one hand.

Her diapers!

Suddenly it struck him. There was no way she would be able to handle diaper pins or even diaper tapes one-handed.

I'm going to have to change her!

The thought both aroused and terrified him.

How am I supposed to control myself?

"Honey, I'm going to have to help you. Are you ok with that?"

Melissa's tear filled face looked at him dejectedly. "I need a bath real bad."

Alan took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom and began filling the tub.

"The last time you gave me a bath I was nine years old," said Melissa, trying to make the moment easier on them both.

"I'm so sorry, Honey," he said genuinely. "I should have thought about this earlier."

The tub was finally full and Alan turned to undress her. She had managed to get her top button undone but he had to do the rest. His fingers fumbled but he eventually had her top undone and slid it off. Not knowing what the etiquette should be for such situations he next located the zip on her skirt and pulled it down.

Despite the situation, his cock thickened when he saw her diaper and panties. He reached around and unclasped her bra and for the first time, saw the wonderful twin mounds of her breasts. They took his breath away and it was all he could to concentrate on the next task.

He slipped her panties down and then the plastic panties as well. Her diaper was drenched. She had been in it all day and normally would have changed but for the accident. He unpinned one side and it dropped away slightly. Then he unpinned the other side and holding the diaper underneath, between her legs, carefully lifted it away from her. He looked at the diaper first and saw the brown staining inside.

"Er... honey... I need to wipe your bottom."

Melissa didn't say a word. She knew that when the accident happened she had messed herself slightly. She had hoped to get home and change before anyone knew but it was not to be.

Alan grabbed the back of the diaper and used it to wipe the worst of the mess from her bottom. Then he grabbed a damp flannel and began to wipe her backside clean. The top part was easy. Her perfectly shaped cheeks were not that messy but as he wiped lower he began to sweat. He cleaned her quickly getting close to her vagina – but not touching.

"You'll have to help me," she said, as she reached out and held his hand and stepped into the bath. Alan stared firstly at her pubic area, the neatly trimmed hair and as one leg stepped into the bath he caught a glimpse of her clit.

Melissa was in the bath for over an hour. Both of them were incredibly nervous about what was to happen after. As she soaked, she recalled the last time she had stood in front of her father totally naked.

It was the night of the great fight. She knew her mother was being unfair and hypocritical. Melissa also knew that her mother had been unfaithful. On one out-of-town trip by her father, a man she wasn't supposed to see arrived late at night at their house. Through a crack in the bedroom door she watched the man strip her mother and thrust his penis in and out of her. She had seen and learned a lot that night. She had felt things too. New feelings; powerful and primal and strange.

Her mother had cruelly left them both for the night and Melissa knew that she would not return that evening. Her anger bubbled over the surface, mixed with other, newer and less understood emotions and she waited for her father to go to bed.

I'm your wife now! She had thought defiantly, as she walked to the marital bedroom. You don't need mummy anymore. You've got me!

Her father was lying in bed looking morose when she opened the door and stood in the dim light. After telling him that she was his wife now she had slipped her nightie off and then her diapers and allowed him to see her wares. She had wanted him to want her; to love her ; to make love to her.

She slid into bed with him and kissed him like she saw her mother kiss the strange man. She'd never experienced a kiss like that.

It was a great kiss! She remembered wistfully. As good as Alison's kissing!

When the lights went out Melissa didn't know what to do. All she knew was that she had to do something with his penis and so she slowly grabbed it. Alan didn't make her stop so she knew she was doing okay and when he put his hand between her legs she felt like she was going to melt. But almost as soon as he did that he jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. He was gone for some time.

By the time he returned she was falling asleep. It was late for her to still be awake. She had tried to be all he wanted.

As she lay in the bath remembering that night, Melissa recalled how she had felt the next morning. She felt that she had failed him. She had been an inadequate 'wife' to her father. He wanted and needed much more than she could offer. She felt like a failure and when her mother eventually returned and took her away she was convinced that if only she had been a better 'wife' for her father she could have stayed with him. If only he had put his penis into her she would have never had to go and could have stayed with him.

It shocked Melissa to realise that she still wished he had made love to her that night.

What am I going to do now?

Chapter Eleven:

"Daddy, I'm ready now," she yelled nervously, hoping he could hear her outside the bathroom door. It was closed although Melissa wondered why.

Alan had no trouble discerning her cry. He had been on tenterhooks for the past hour, sitting in a chair not far from the bathroom door. During the wait he had thought of little else other than what was about to happen. He opened the door and saw Melissa sitting in the bath looking vulnerable and totally naked. It reminded him strikingly of bathing her prior to his divorce.

He gripped her good hand and with his other hand around her waist, gingerly lifted her out of the bath. He knew she could probably dry herself but he chose to do it for her. It was like a scene out of early childhood as he wiped her face and then proceeded down her body towelling her dry. He dried her breasts with ease but when he got down to her waist he hesitated. As if sensing his difficulty, Melissa spread her legs and gave him access to dry her vaginal area. He took his time drying her vagina and longed to slip his hand off the towel and into her adorable pussy. But he kept his cool.

She was finally dry from head to toe and he guided her on her unsteady feet to the bedroom. The shock of the accident had left her feeling tired and unsure of her balance. As she sat on the bed, Alan carefully folded a thick towelling diaper and laid it out on the bedspread.

"Up you go now," he said, in a voice more suited to a six year old. "Up onto the bed!"

Melissa laid down on her back on top of her diaper and then came the moment of truth – for both of them. She nervously spread her legs wide for the diaper. She immediately realised that she had inadvertently spread them wider than she needed to and that her father was staring at her vagina. She knew she should do something and to her surprise, she pulled her legs a little wider. She didn't know why – only that it was a natural feeling.

Alan recovered quickly but what he saw amazed and entranced him. Her outer lips had opened up like a flower and had revealed her pink pussy in all its glory.

She is beautiful!

He also saw the redness around her vagina and also around her bottom. He recognised it instantly - diaper rash.

"You've got some diaper rash, honey," he stammered, trying and failing to look disinterested in the view before them. "Do you want me to put some cream on you?"

Please, please say yes! He thought to himself. Please, please!

Melissa quickly weighed up the situation. She knew that she needed the diaper cream but also knew that she could do that much for herself one-handed. The last hour or so had been a mixture of terrible and terrific. She was reminded of that night so long ago and she had this crazy notion that now she could atone for that disaster. No matter what, she was loving the intense care he was giving her – the intimate care. If she said no, he might not ever ask again.

"I've got bad rash at the moment," she replied.

"I can see that. Was that because you had that diaper on all day?"

"I think so. It goes right up to my..."

She couldn't say the word.

"Your vagina."

"Uh huh."

"I'll be very careful, okay? You need to lift your bottom so I can put some cream there. You are quite red there."

Melissa lifted her legs high and held them back. Then she did something completely unexpected. He was rubbing cream into her perfect bottom cheeks and it was going well when she slowly pulled her legs apart – way apart. She didn't know quite why she did that – only that it felt fine and natural to her. For a few seconds Alan stopped rubbing the cream into her bottom and just stared at the offered view.

Does she know what she is doing? She's in the 'fuck me' position! Surely not!

For a split second he considered dropping his face to her damp pussy and sampling her taste but common sense kept him to his task. Her vagina was now gaping as he rubbed the diaper cream up to and around it. It would have been a simple thing to slip a finger in. The place he had longed to see, the place he had imagined and fantasised about for so long was not only in front of him but open and on display. And probably on offer!

Alan was undiapered. He hadn't had time to rediaper himself since the trip from the hospital and his erection was not merely big. It was huge and leaking precum so much so that the front of his trousers were noticeably wet.

The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Neither of them said a word for fear of shattering the moment. Alan completed the task of rubbing the cream in and finally pinned the diaper on to her and lowered her legs. A three minute task had taken ten. And in a few hours time it would have to be repeated.

Melissa chose a short nightie and Alan helped her put it on over her head. The plaster cast made the task difficult, just as it would many mundane ordinary endeavours.

The first diaper change had been completed.

Alan was silently thankful for her injury. He felt terrible about it of course, but what he had just seen made it seem like a gift, just for him. As he stood to leave her room she glanced at his trousers and saw the very obvious bulge and the damp patch. Deep inside, in a place that she had yet to visit, she was pleased.

***

Dinner was difficult. Melissa was still in pain and completely unable to use her right hand. Alan had to cut all her food for her and she had to use her left hand to attempt to eat it. Her co-ordination was still poor after the accident. In the end Alan fed her himself. Neither of them minded. There was a silent bonding that was happening. It had started with the bathing, continued throughout the diaper change and was being strengthened by the feeding.

"This is sort of cute, Melissa," offered Alan, as he put a forkful of food into her mouth. "It's like when you were little. I've missed so many of your years."

"It's ok, daddy. It wasn't your fault. It was mummy's," she replied.

And mine, she thought bitterly. For not being good enough for you.

"It's all water under the bridge, Melissa. What's done is done. But I'm glad you are here with me now. Perhaps we can make up for lost time."

The evening was spent watching a romantic movie – the kind Alan would normally hate. But his daughter loved them and he loved her even more than he had originally realised. They snuggled together on the couch as best as the plaster cast permitted.

They both knew what was coming – again. A diaper change. They hadn't talked about it yet but both knew that it was an intimate act. It would be difficult for it to be anything else.

Eventually it was bed time and Alan led his unsteady daughter back to her room to change her into her night diaper. Wordlessly Melissa laid on the bed as her father pulled off her plastic pants and proceeded to unpin her diaper. The cloth fell away and once again, Alan was presented with her vagina, red from diaper rash and wet from her pee.

"I need to put more cream on you honey, okay?"

Melissa nodded and in a repeat of earlier, pulled her legs right back and provocatively spread them as wide as possible. Sweating from fear, Alan began to apply the cream.

"Daddy, I can't hold my right leg back!"

Melissa only had use of her left hand and she was using it to hold her left leg right back and out. It was further back than before when she managed it

"It's okay, I can hold it for you," replied Alan, with a lump in his throat.

Alan grabbed her right leg and pushed it back. He knew this was a test for him. He only needed to hold it back far enough so he could finish the cream on her bottom. He took a chance.

He pushed her leg right back and then pulled it to one side as far as it could go – just like her other leg. Then he looked back down at her vagina – her pussy – and saw that it was wide open. Her entrance was there looking at him. He squeezed cream on her and then began to rub. But this time as he approached her vagina, he didn't deviate from his path. Before he knew what he was doing, his fingers were rubbing cream on her outer lips.

He looked up at his daughter. Her face was nervous and her eyes wide open but there was no sign of refusal.

He continued to rub the cream until it had disappeared into the skin but he didn't remove his hand. Alan locked eyes with his daughter as his fingers travelled back to her outer lips and then a finger sat at the entrance to her pussy. He looked for rejection but found none. Slowly he pushed his finger in and into sank easily into her silky smooth pussy. He was thrilled to be stopped soon after by her hymen.

She's still a virgin!

Melissa's face was inscrutable. He couldn't read her but he saw no rejection of his actions.

He began to finger her slowly. His breath was shallow while hers was deep and irregular. He put two fingers into her and slowly pushed them in. He didn't want to hurt her or upset her; he would be as gentle as he knew how.

His slick fingers roamed and found her clitoris and began to circle it. Melissa's breath came in ragged gasps as he rubbed her clit expertly. Time collapsed upon itself as father and daughter touched intimately. Fifteen minutes after Alan had first touched her pussy, Melissa convulsed in her orgasm.

Alan had both wanted and feared that moment. Now that lust was sated would she hate him or merely tolerate him. The answer came moments later.