Your Turn (story)

I love my photo edit "Your Turn" so much that I decided to write a (very) short story expanding on it. I think this is a nice break from my usual formula, and I'd like to do more like it, although I might want to make it/them longer.

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Elijah had just stepped out of the shower and hung up his wet towel when he turned and saw his dad Paul walk into the bathroom in nothing but a big, bulky diaper covered in cars and paw prints.

"You need something, Dad?"

"I have to poop."

"Again?! You already messed this morning!"

"Gotta go again." He turned around and stood still with his legs spread, quietly grunting.

Annoyed, Elijah yelled for his older brother Keaton. "Hey, Bro! Dad's messing again! It's your turn to change him!"

The seat of Paul's diaper began to sag, filling with his poop, as Keaton yelled back, "No way! I'm busy! You change him!"

"I got him this morning! Come on, it's your turn!" There was no reply, so Elijah yelled again, "Keaton! Get in here and change Dad's diaper!"

There were footsteps as Paul continued grunting. Keaton walked into the room. "Look, I change him all the time! I think you can pick up the slack a little!"

"What?! I change him plenty! I got him this morning when he was messy!" Paul farted loudly.

"So fucking what?! You think that makes us even? I wipe his shitty ass almost every day! If you have to get him twice in one day, that's just the beginning of balancing us out!"

"I change him all the time!"

"We're not talking about wet ones!" Keaton yelled. Paul grunted again, his diaper now noticeably sagging.

"Well, it was your idea to put him back in diapers in the first place!"

"And you agreed to it! In fact, you put his first diaper on him!"

"You told me to while you held him down!"

"Somebody had to do it! Remember how much he fought us? That was the only way we were going to get it on him!"

"The point is it was your idea, so maybe you should get most of his dirty diapers."

"No fucking way! We agreed to split the job evenly! YOU agreed to that! Remember?"

Elijah sighed heavily as his dad stood there, quietly waiting for them to settle their argument and one of them to take care of him. "Fine. Come on, shit-ass." He motioned for his dad to follow him, and the older man waddled out of the bathroom behind his 21-year-old son. Paul had to fight to keep from smiling. Having his sons make him wear diapers and live like a baby was humiliating and miserable. But the fact that they had to change his messy diapers every day gave him a chance to get a little revenge.