In his desire to do the right thing, Alan had inadvertently given his daughter a mild case of rejection and feelings of inadequacy. Despite her beauty, lovely personality and intelligence, Melissa had not gone on any dates or had a serious relationship. It was not simply her rejection and failure issues with her long-gone father than kept her separate from her peers. It was also her wetting.
Melissa's incontinence had flared up badly after the divorce. The stress and strain of the separation and her feelings of rejection had turned her bedwetting into a day-time problem as well. At first, she was wet constantly, totally unable to control her bladder. Worse still, there were many soiling accidents. Compounded by a new house, a new school and a missing parent, Melissa struggled to be dry at any time of the day or night.
Furious at the inconvenience of a wet child, her mother punished her until even she realised it wasn't deliberate. That was when the diapers came. Not the thick secure cloth diapers for night time that she had grown accustomed to every night, but rather the slim discreet disposable diapers that she would wear under her panties and school uniform each day. They were a godsend. Suddenly, there was life again. Melissa found friends, regained her smile and discovered life went on after divorce. Twice a day she would sneek off to the special room at the school that had her diapers and she would quickly change and move on to her next adventure in the playground before anyone knew she was even gone.
It took two years before she was finally able to rid herself of daytime diapers. Her panties were still frequently damp but there were very few accidents. Even her mother was proud of her achievement. Night-time however, was a total loss. There was never a dry night or anything even approximating one. Her mother conveniently blamed Alan for it all and never hesitated to tell her daughter about it. He was the infrequent bedwetter that sired her daughter and he was obviously to blame for her incontinence.
No-one really knew how it was for Melissa – not really. She had conquered day-time dryness but it was at a cost – vigilance. Most people know when their bladder wishes to empty and have to time to choose a suitable place. Not so for Melissa. Most people's bladders keep themself contained without conscious control. Again, not so for Melissa. Her dryness depended on her constantly looking for signs of a bladder about to give way without warning. It meant that the mornings – which were always the worst time – were always spent within sight of a toilet. She would pee several times in the morning before she felt the urge because if she felt the urge it was already too late.
High school was spent without day diapers – just her routine to stay dry. It meant however, that dating and other social activities were limited because she never ever wanted to wet in front of others. Her confidence was fragile enough without a disaster like that.
There was one date. Once. They were both fourteen years old and went to the movies. Naturally, the boy's mind was anywhere but the screen. His hand held hers but it soon wandered to her breasts. Barely big enough to fill her rather pointless bra, they were still a destination of great interest for her date. He slipped his hand inside her bra and touched what was probably his first ever female breast. Melissa was unprepared for the feelings that hit her. She felt a sense of excitement that had eluded her all her life but just as the feelings began, a familiar other feeling came about as well. Melissa felt her panties get wet with pee but it was not simplyt leakage. Her bladder had opened and wet her panties, her skirt and some of the seat. It wasn't much, but it was enough to send her scurrying from the theatre crying. She managed to dry herself off without her clueless date even knowing why he had been so forcefully rejected. Melissa had not been on a date since that time.
In the privacy of her own room she had discovered sexual arousal and masturbation but in her case, every time she was aroused, her bladder would open automatically and soak her bed, diaper or whatever was underneath her. She quickly abandoned dating figuring she couldn't wear a diaper on a date. She was frustrated but had no idea how to deal with her situation. There was no-one to talk to; no-one to confide in who would understand. So she just didn't date or be in a situation where she could be aroused except in private.
She had never seen a penis in real life. As a child she had caught a glimpse of her father's several times. All but one time it was flaccid but she still had the memory of his fully engorged throbbing penis at fell stretch burned into her brain. She had burst in on him one time in the toilet and seen him doing something she didn't understand. Around his ankles were a pair of pink panties. It never occurred to her at the time that that was strange or odd. She was totally fixated on the enormous penis in front of her.
Now twelve years later, she had seen his penis again, fully erect – or at least the top of it. Moments after spotting the angry red head poke out from the top of his diaper her bladder had released itself and flowed into her already soaked diaper.
Just like her father, Melissa retreated to her bedroom to strip off the sodden garment but not before her fingers found her favourite play area and she envisaged images of what could have been and what never would be.
Unbeknown to either of them, the crescendo of their powerful orgasms occurred at the same time - in different rooms, in different bodies, but as intertwined as two could be while still physically apart.
