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The next morning she woke with a start, her daddy rocking into her from behind, cock pressed into her thigh. She gasped, quiet, and kept her eyes closed.
There was a pulsing in her bladder, and being rocked into the wall ever so slightly wasnt helping.
She heard him groan, still asleep, hand wrapping around her hip to presumably bring her closer, or hold her in place.
It didnt do anything but add pressure, of course. She winced and squirmed, whining, before giving in. It was his fault, daddy wouldn't be upset.
The instant relief, warmth spreading across her, between her legs, before seeping into the mattress below. Jimmy woke up as she was going, her whines rousing him.
"Claire," He started, voice deep and sleep mussed. She snaps her head around,
"You were asleep! Couldn't get out," She rushes to explain, trying and failing to stem her flow.
He wasnt replying, just guiding her onto her knees so he could see, palming his cock, hard and weeping, through his boxers.
She sits pretty, as instructed, until he gets close. He's breathing hard when he guides her over, sitting her directly over his lap. He grinds up into her once before exploding, head thrown back.
She'd never seen him orgasm before. Not really. He was pretty, she decided, stubble scratching her hand when she lifted it to his face.
He turned, kissed her palm, and then sat up, assessing the damage.
"Daddy really needs to get you some diapers, huh?" He breathes, kissing her head.
"Mhm," She nods, wiggling her wet shorts into his lap for emphasis.
"Lets get cleaned up,"
Jody didnt ask about the sheets, just gave Claire a sympathetic smile at the breakfast table, Jimmy shoving their night clothes in. He announced a shopping trip, and Claire felt giddy with excitement.
The goodbyes were short, and the drive long. Even so, they were there before they knew it.
"Rule one," Jimmy started, hand on Claires wrist, "Stay by my side, and do not do anything without asking me."
She could see in his eyes, this wasnt really part of the game. This was his anxiety seeping through. She nodded silently, squeezing his hand the best she could. He gave her a smile, and then they were out of the car.
He took her hand once they were in the open air, leading her into the mall.
"Right," He breathed, "Where to first?"
"Um," She looks around, "You need some new clothes. I know we just went shopping but you still need... more,"
He nods, and then they're in a menswear store, looking through the racks of clothing,
"They sure have hiked their prices up, havent they?"
"Mhm," She nods, "Its been a long time. Things are expensive now,"
Jimmy frowns, for just a second, "I really have missed a lot, haven't I?" He half murmurs, blinking rapidly.
Claire doesn't know what to do and instead presses herself against him, head pushing against his chest, "Its okay, daddy. You'll catch up,"
He gives her a soft smile, catching his eye on something through the window, "Do you want to get one of those ice drinks?" He asks, tone light, "The slushed ones? For being good,"
She nods, excited, and they abandon the store for the slushie, Claire drinking hers so fast she gets brain freeze and her tongue is dyed blue, fingers numb.
After their break Jimmy is feeling better, walking taller as they head back into the store, ignoring the prices.
He does manage to replace his suit, his new one more fitted than loose, still big on the shoulders.
Claire was nervous, at first, when he picked it up. Didn't want him to look like Castiel. But she needn't worry, because he looked so much different. So much better.
She gave him a grin and a thumbs up, shifting in place. Maybe drinking her slushie in one go wasn't the best idea, but she wasn't going to let it ruin her dad's newfound love for clothes shopping.
He skimmed the store - picking out basics, things that didn't really entice Claire all that much. Despite it all, Jimmy still just dressed like a dad. Like her dad, of course, but there was nothing particularly special about the clothes he picked.
So she followed him around, giving input where she was asked, although she didn't really know what she was agreeing to.
"Daddy, you need pyjamas," She reminded just as they passed the isle, "You're going to get cold in winter. The heat in my room doesn't work very well,"
He thought for a moment and then nodded, turning back and heading down. Any excuse to keep Claire walking worked for him. You could call Jimmy Novak many things, and organisational was one of them.
He took notice of every little squirm, watching her rock back on her feet while he looked at something before putting it back - he loved the way her eyes got all unfocussed, looking around at the lights.
Hebwas sifting through pyjamas - sets that weren't really his style, but he picked up anyway - Claire was right. Being cold in bed was never fun. Although he was sure she'd find other ways to warm him up.
He picks a few sets out, finding a 'sleep sweater' - he was fairly sure it was a normal sweater they'd just hiked the price up on, but he added two to his cart nonetheless. He was debating a third when his hand was tugged on,
"Daddy? I… I really gotta go pee," She whispered, quiet, wrapping herself around his arm.
"What was that, dove?" He asked, deciding against the third colour and moving on to the stand-alone sleep pants.
She frowned, for a moment, "I gotta go pee. Really bad," She had forgotten to go when they left - too caught up in her excitement, and her slushy had not helped.
He looked down, this time, maintaining eye contact, a hint of a smirk, maybe, making itself known, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't hear you,"
Oh.
She chewed the inside of her cheek, glancing around. No one was in their direct vicinity, so she whined and spoke up a little, "Daddy, I have to go potty."
"Oh, you do?" Jimmy half sighed, head tilted.
"Gotta go bad." She nodded, trying to prove her insistence, "Gonna… gonna wet my clothes," It wasn't that urgent, yet, but she would be getting there if they didn't find a toilet soon.
"Oh, my poor baby," He half frowned, mocking, "I'm sure you can hold it for just a bit longer."
She tensed a little, but agreed, shuffling behind him with pinked cheeks. So this was the game they were playing?
He did have some sympathy, so he made his way to checkout - he didn't have as many things as he thought, so it didn't take as long as expected. He did keep the cart, wheeling it around the mall.
"Okay, baby," He started, once they left, "Do you want another slushie?" He offered, and she stilled. They were really good, after all.
"Don' wanna wet myself," She whispered, squirming a little more urgently.
"Oh? But honey, you had no issue wetting yourself all over me, did you?" He half taunted, Claire's face lighting up in embarrassment, not looking at him.
"Here, I tell you what," He offered, "I get you another drink, and then we'll go get you diapers, hm? You have to finish drinking it and then I'll pad you up and we can continue shopping, without any silly potty breaks, hm?"
The idea of wearing her diaper - wetting it - here sent all sorts of shocks down her spine, trembling in his touch, her panties wet for a whole other reason.
"Yeah. 'Kay, daddy." She nodded, "Can I have red this time?"
He nodded, and then they did just that. She sipped slowly, bladder controlled with her arousal of what was to come.
The diapers - real, white and puffy with tabs, diapers - weren't too hard to find. Down the incontinence aisle of the pharmacy. Jimmy stood deciding for too long and she was getting desperate. If both hands weren't occupied, she knew she'd be holding herself.
Her dad eventually settled on the thickest diapers he could find - and even in a small, a pack of twelve was longer than his arm - they were thick.
Claire stared down at her already tight jeans, "Daddy?" She was whiny and desperate, and Jimmy was really struggling to keep himself composed, "S'not gonna fit under my jeans,"
"Oh, I suppose you're right," He hummed, grabbing another pack, some mattress protectors, just in case. He browsed the aisle for anything else he needed, Claire squirming at his side.
"We'll have to get you some new clothes, won't we?" He says, after a minute, "You need some more little girl clothes, anyway."
Her cheeks pink, a little - she knows that her clothes weren't exactly 'little girl' appropriate, but they were still nice.
She nodded dumbly, "Be quick? I gotta go,"
"We'll grab you some loose pants, get you changed, and then finish clothes shopping." He explained, finally making his way to the checkout.
The cashier, a younger guy in his twenties, takes note of the supplies being bought, and the girl sipping a drink and squirming for the toilet. He gives a small smirk and comment of 'have fun' as they leave.
"Daddy," she half whined, "He knew!"
"Hm? Oh yeah, honey. More people like this than you know." He nodded to the diapers, "No one who is really incontinent buys diapers that thick. They can't be hidden. They'll always go for thinner ones," He explained, "Those ones are for people who like diapers."
"Oh." She nodded, "Okay. That makes sense."
"Finish up your drink, babydoll. You can't bring it in here." He nodded to the store - it was another clothes store, simple and advertising bathrooms and changing rooms inside.
Claire nodded and finished up as quick as she could, grabbing herself the second Jimmy took her trash. She didn't care who saw her - she had to go so bad.
He tossed it and made his way back to her, "Okay, lets go," He nods, "What do you want to wear? Bigger jeans?" He asks, and then they're heading in, "Oh, baby," He spots a dress, "I could get you a new outfit."
She just nods, not really able to focus, "Yeah, 'kay." She's mumbling, hyper aware of people staring. At her holding herself, at the diapers, sticking out of the cart like a sore thumb.
Jimmy doesn't care, though, taking her down the aisle the dressed up mannequin was posed in front of.
For a moment Jimmy thinks they stepped into a store designed for adults just like them - the clothes are cute and childish but also undeniably flattering, curving in the right places.
As much as he'd love to doll her up in pink, like usual, hidden at home - she probably wouldn't appreciate it right now - so he settled on a black dress. It was still cute, white collar, bunched sleeves and a flowy skirt. Buttons down the front and a tie in the back - it was perfect for his little girl. Matched her converse, too, because he didn't think she would agree to new shoes.
"Do you want tights or socks?" He asked, having to discreetly readjust himself,
"Um," She said as she took in the dress, "It'd look good with tights." She nodded, in agreement with herself. Not to mention she didn't want cold legs.
"Okay," He nodded, and thankfully they weren't too far from the cash register - and the line was short.
The tights he picked were white, and the cashier passed them through quickly, giving directions to the bathroom when asked, giving Claire a little sympathetic look. She was so desperate she didn't notice.
"So close," Jimmy hums, spotting the family bathroom, "You ready, honey?"
"Diaper?" She asks, head tilted up and face flushed, "Gotta go potty."
"Yeah, honey. We'll get you in a diaper." He assures her, holding her when she turns her face into him.
The line is non existent and they get in with seconds to spare because then she's bent over, tears springing at her eyes, "M leakin'!" She warns, and her underwear was already sopping wet, it just soaks straight through into her jeans.
"Okay," Jimmy nods, shushing her, tearing open a diaper, "You've got to stand up so I can get your jeans off,"
She's dripping - leaking slowly, her stream pathetic, but she does stand up so Jimmy can struggle her jeans down. He tuts at her messy underwear, swiping his finger over her once, wiping the residue on her jeans.
He's holding the diaper open in front of her and then she's dropping for another reason and struggling her legs open, desperate for the comfort.
She manages, though, and her dad gets the diaper on quickly. His years of diaper changing proved useful in how quickly he gets it on her.
"Okay, okay, you're good,"
That's all she needs, sagging over and into Jimmy, diaper filling with a speed he's not sure is healthy. It sags under her - not a lot, it's designed to hold a lot more - but it's enough to have him rock hard in his jeans.
His hand is on the diaper, warm against his skin, "Feeling better?"
"Uh huh," She nods, curling against him, "Get dressed?"
He hums in agreeance, and he sits her on the toilet before stripping her down - tights and shoes on first, standing her up and slipping her dress on. The diaper is noticeable under ⁷
the skirt, bulging out.
Jimmy loves it.
Claire is in a much better mood, squeezing her thighs together randomly to feel the wet warmth against her, giddy with excitement.
Jimmy gets her so many clothes - more than she needs, and he doesn't know where they're going to put them when they get home - and he gets her clothes she asks for, too, because she isn't going to be her daddys little girl all the time (she's certain that she is, but he's not so sure he wants to take over her life).
They continued shopping and left soon after - she was tired, and he wanted to get her home to relax. Trying to get her past the other members of the household wasn't the easiest, but they managed.
They put their shopping away - diapers hidden in a closet.
They're relaxing back when Claire shifts with a sigh, head dropping on to Jimmy's chest.
"Did you just go pee, little lady?"
"Uh huh," She nodded, grinning, "Daddy, will you change my diaper?"
He gives her a smile "Oh, baby, of course I will. What type of daddy would I be if I didn't?"