Enough Is Enough

Ever since Davis had been a little boy, he could remember his dad Jacob having accidents. Not car accidents or workplace accidents or the kinds of accidents that would put someone in the hospital. Accidents in his pants. Like toddlers have. Messy accidents, to be exact. It wasn't something that happened every day. In fact, it was actually rather rare. But every now and then, Jacob would get caught up doing something and put off going to the bathroom too long, and he'd end up pooping in his pants. Davis's mom Nina used to get really mad when it happened, scolding Jacob like a child and nagging him about going to the bathroom when she saw him fidgeting. But over the years, she got tired of that and would just roll her eyes at him. It became a sort of joke around the house: "Dad pooped his pants again." Even when they were little, Davis and his younger sisters Julie and Callie saw their dad mess himself many times.

Over the years, Jacob's accidents slowly grew more frequent, and they had gotten even more so lately. Shortly after Davis's 18th birthday, Jacob seemed to get distracted more easily and more often. He and Nina were very young when Davis was born, both only 15. But while she grew up quickly, Jacob had always been rather immature. A lot of his accidents happened while he was playing video games and didn't want to stop to use the bathroom. That was happening more often lately. He wasn't even embarrassed about it anymore, and he didn't seem to be much put out about it either. He also sometimes messed himself during ball games, movies, and TV shows. A couple of times, he did it AT a ball game, and he ended up missing much of the game to clean himself up.

One day, Davis walked into the living room, where Jacob was playing a shooting game. He glanced over and recognized the expression on his dad's face, knowing immediately that his dad had just started going in his pants.

"Again, Dad? Geez, how many times does that make this week?"

"I don't know. I -ungh!- quit counting."

Davis rolled his eyes and shook his head as he continued on to the kitchen.

The next day, the two of them were doing some yard work when Jacob started getting fidgety in the way the rest of the family were all familiar with. David noticed but didn't say anything. He'd long ago given up on trying to talk his dad into going to the bathroom when he felt the need. He'd either go and make it in time or not and fill his pants. He didn't go in time and ended up squatting slightly, clutching his stomach behind a bush as the mess pushed its way out. Again, Davis just shook his head and carried on as his dad had his accident.

The day after that, it was video games again, this time the two of them playing together. But unlike the day before, Davis didn't notice his dad grimacing, flinching, or grunting until he was already going.

"What the fuck, Dad?! That's every day this week! Are you even using the toilet anymore?!"

"Don't worry about it and mind your business!"

True to the pattern, it happened the next day too. Shortly after dinner, Davis was talking to his parents about a job he was thinking of applying for. The urgency in Jacob's bowels soon became evident in his face, but he didn't go to the bathroom. He stood there and kept talking, the expressions growing more frequent until he let out a soft grunt, and Nina and Davis knew he was going. They kept talking while he finished loading his pants and as he walked away to clean up. But once his dad was out of the room, Davis changed the subject abruptly.

"Mom, we have to do something. He's shitting himself every day now! I don't even know how long it's been since he made it to the bathroom in time!"

"I know it's gotten worse. His underwear is all stained, and I can't wash it with any other clothes. But he insists it's nothing to worry about, says he's going through some kind of phase or something."

"Phase? He's done this all my life!"

"And before then too. He shat his pants one time when I was pregnant with you. By then, I loved him enough to overlook it, but yeah, it's gotten a lot worse since then."

"He needs to be in diapers or something, Mom."

"He won't go for that. I brought it up several years ago, and he shot it down fast."

"Who cares if he don't go for it? We can't keep letting him do this!"

"Well, I don't know how to talk him into it."

"If you won't take care of it, I will."

In the morning, he did exactly that. He drove over to the grocery store and did some shopping before going home to confront his dad.

"Hey, Dad, we need to talk."

"Yeah, what's up?"

"It's about your accidents."

"I told you, mind your own business."

"Well, it is my business because I live here, and you're constantly shitting your pants, and I have to smell it."

"It's just a phase! It'll pass soon."

"I don't think so. You haven't shit in the toilet in a week! You're not even trying anymore!"

"So, what? What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you need to wear diapers." Davis took a package out of one of the bags sitting nearby.

"You're crazy! I'm not wearing those!"

"Yes, you are. One way or another."

Always more of an athlete, Davis was not only taller than his dad but bigger, more muscular, and stronger. They both knew he could overpower Jacob if he wanted.

"You wouldn't!"

"I will. Take this package and go put one of these on before you mess your pants again."

"No!"

"Okay."

Davis moved towards his dad, who reacted with alarm.

"What are you doing?! Get away from me!"

"I told you, you're wearing these, whether you like it or not. If you're gonna act like a baby, that's how I'll treat you."

"You can't do this! I'm your dad!"

"No, you are an overgrown baby who poops himself every day. And if that's what you're gonna do, you're gonna wear diapers so we keep you and the house clean easier."

Davis grabbed Jacob's arms, and they started struggling, wrestling on the floor. Jacob put up a valiant fight, but the young man was stronger and soon wrestled him into submission. He then maneuvered his dad across his thighs, and Jacob immediately started shouting "No! No!" Ignoring him, David quickly administered five hard smacks to Jacob's ass.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Are you going to be good and cooperate now?"

Jacob, shocked, panted, "Yes."

"Good. Now lay down and be still."

Jacob laid on his back while Davis opened the package and pulled a diaper out, unfolding it and laying it aside. He unfastened his dad's pants and shimmied them down his legs, pulling them off. He stopped for a moment and held up his dad's white briefs, noting the brown stain in the seat. "I bet all your underwear looks like this, doesn't it?" Jacob said nothing, and Davis tossed the briefs aside, grabbing the diaper and telling his dad to lift his ass.

Jacob did as he was told, but as the diaper was slid under him, he started begging, "Please don't put that diaper on me. I don't want to wear diapers. Please don't put it on me!"

Davis looked at him, and he was actually crying! "You really are being a baby about this. That just proves me right." He sprinkled on some powder while his dad cried helplessly, pitifully and then brought the front up and taped it shut. "There, now you can mess yourself all you want, and you won't have to use the bathroom ever again. In fact, no more toilet for you at all. You keep your diaper on at all times until one of us takes it off you. You can let us know when you need a change."

"Can I have my pants back?"

"Yeah, sure. I don't know if they'll fit over your diaper, but you can try. I'm gonna go throw away all of your shitty old underwear that you won't be needing anymore."

Nina walked in as Jacob was pulling his pants up, and he glanced at her before quickly looking away again, blushing. As usual, she just shook her head and went about her business. He went back to his game. After a little while, he felt the need to pee and paused his game, going to find Davis.

"Need a change already?"

"No. I, um, have to pee."

"Use your diaper. There's no sense in taking it off when you haven't even used it." Jacob sighed and resigned himself to it, taking several seconds to get the flow started. A soft hissing sound emanated from his crotch as he soaked the padding as Davis watched. When it looked like it was over, the young man walked over and pulled his dad's pants down, checking the soggy padding. "It's soaked. Come on, let's get you changed."

After Jacob was changed, the family had lunch, all five of them seated around the table. By now, Julie and Callie knew their dad was in diapers, and they both made jokes about it during the meal. He put his empty plate in the dishwasher and went back to his video games, crinkling as he walked. The two younger kids joined him after they'd put their plates up, and the three of them got absorbed into the. After a little while, Jacob grunted quietly.

"Daddy's pooping his diaper!" Callie giggled.

They looked at him, both of them laughing, as his scrunched his face up slightly, squatting on the carpet as he kept playing. They both heard farts and other pooping noises as they watched their dad fill his diaper. As he finished up, Davis walked into the room carrying a diaper and changing supplies, having heard his sisters talking about what was happening.

"Are you done?"

Jacob nodded, not looking up.

"Okay, lay down and let's get you cleaned up."

The girls kept playing, glancing back and giggling now and then as their big brother changed their dad's messy diaper a few feet away. As Jacob laid there, his son wiping shit off his ass and getting ready to tape a clean diaper onto him, he began to think wearing diapers might not be so bad after all.

A smile began to creep onto his face as he thought, "Maybe I can get used to this."

End