Mark’s Diapers

Note: Although this story is a work of fiction, it is based around the popular TV series Home Improvement. Many of the initial events are based on incidents occurring in a dream that was had by the author. All attempts have been made to keep the characters personalities the same as on TV. The age of the three boys has been estimated due to lack of factual on the subject. If you are offended by reading about people wearing diapers and using them for their intended purposes then please stop reading this story and hit the back button on your browser. Please feel free to forward comments on this story to jaymzjaymzon@hotmail.com Please keep comments constructive to help assist in creating further parts/stories.

Fifteen year old Mark Taylor was running as quickly as he could to get home from school. He’d drunk an entire two litre of coke at lunch and hadn’t had the opportunity to use the bathroom since. “Just two more blocks”, he thought to himself, “I can make it.” Seconds later he stopped as he felt a stream of urine begin to rush into his crotch. “Shit”, he thought as he reached down to try and stop the flow. All this succeeded in doing was spreading the wet spot even farther. “Now what am I going to do”, he thought as the last of the stream dribbled to a stop. At least he had his coat which he could tie around his waist until he got home. He quickly came up with a plan to change his pants and get the wet ones to the laundry room before any one else got home. He walked in the door and hung his coat on the hook. He started to run upstairs without taking the time to realize that his seventeen year old brother Randy’s coat was on the hook as well.

Mark bolted up the stairs and nearly ran over Randy as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Jeez Mark, watch where you’re going, why don’t you”, Randy said. He then looked right at Mark’s completely soaked crotch area. “Well, well, well”, Randy said, “It looks like little Marky had a little accident”. “Why don’t you just shut up Randy”, Mark said while his face grew red. “I got hosed by some idiot with a water gun”. “Right”, Randy said, “and let me guess, his gun had yellow water”? “Shut up Randy”. “Shit!”, Mark thought, “I really wish I hadn’t worn white pants today”. He went to his room and changed into dry pants and boxers and then took the wet ones to the laundry, being careful to hide them in the middle of the clothes pile.

Later that day Jill, the boys’ mom, came home from work. She was completely wiped out having had an overly busy day. Well at least she only had to make supper for three, Tim was taking eighteen year old Brad out for a men’s night out. She cooked a small dinner, nothing special, just some pork chops and gravy with mashed potatoes. She put the food on the table as she called the boys for supper. They’d been eating for a few minutes when Randy spoke up, “So Mom, did Mark tell you about his little accident after school today”. “What kind of accident?”, Jill asked, her face deep with concern. “Well, let’s just say there was a flood that couldn’t be contained”, Randy said with a smile on his face. “Mark!, you wet your pants?”, Jill asked with a look of shock. “Don’t listen to him Mom, I got hosed by a guy with a water gun”, Mark replied. “Young man, I don’t appreciate being lied to”, Jill said in her sternest voice, “I knew I smelt urine when I was in the laundry room. Now finish your supper and go to your room”. Mark cleaned up his plate and stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him. “Randy, I have to go out and do some shopping”, Jill said, “Make sure Mark doesn’t come out of his room. “No problem”, Randy said.

A few hours later Jill came home from shopping. She brought a few bags of items up to her room. She then yelled for Mark to come out of his room and take a shower. Like he always did, Mark grabbed a towel and then stripped in his room, putting his clothes in his hamper before he padded off to the washroom to shower. As soon as she heard the shower running Jill went to work. She cleaned the clothing out of one of Mark’s dresser drawers, being sure to lock it in the trunk in her closet. She then filled the drawer with the items she had bought that day. “Mom”, Mark shouted, “What is this, where’s my all my boxers”? “They’re in your drawer like always”, Jill said as she walked into his room. Mark quickly grabbed his towel to cover himself. “These aren’t my boxers”, he said as he grabbed one of the articles out of his drawer and examined it, “They’re diapers”. “I know”, Jill said, “And they’re going to be your new underwear”. “But I don’t need to wear diapers, I’m not a baby”, he explained. “Well you’re behaviour certainly hasn’t demonstrated that to me”, Jill said. “This is the second time you’ve wet your pants this week, I saw them in the laundry two days ago too”. “But it was an accident, I swear it’ll never happen again”, Mark gasped. “Well were just going to have to see about that”, Jill said. “You’ll being wearing these for a full week for your own good. When that time is up we’ll let you go without them but if you have another accident they’ll become permanent”. “Now let me help you put that on”, she said. Before Mark could react she’d pinned him to the bed and strapped the diaper on him. That night Mark barely got any sleep as he tossed and turned, wondering what the next day would bring.