Skidmarks

[TopsyTurvy]

Emily was worried about her dad. Her mom had just left him all alone, so she was moving in with him to help him take care of the house. She wasn't sure exactly how tough it would be, but she expected she'd have to do all the housework because her dad had never done any of that. She wasn't complaining, though. She'd get to live there rent-free without sharing any of the expenses, which was a great deal for a 22-year-old who was currently unemployed. So, she packed up her things and moved them to her dad's house, letting her apartment go.

As soon as she got there, she saw that she had her work cut out for her. She'd never realized what a slob her dad was! Her mom had been gone a couple of weeks, and there were messes everywhere: dirty dishes in the sink, dust on the furniture, clutter everywhere, and dirty clothes on the floor. Emily knew he'd need clean clothes for work, so she decided to do the laundry first. She starting sorting the clothes he'd discarded and picked up a pair of his pants, pulling the undwear out. As his boxer-briefs slipped out of his jeans, she caught the unmistakable sight of a skidmark in the seat. "Gross! Doesn't he know how to wipe?" she thought. She tossed the underwear aside and kept going. She quickly found another pair of undies, and these had a shit-stain in them too. She put the pair on top of the other one and kept going. When she found a third pair of boxer-briefs, she checked the seat and, sure enough, found yet another skidmark. "Maybe he really DOESN'T know how to wipe!" She started looking for underwear and found that every single pair, a total of eight, was soiled with streaks of shit. She couldn't believe a grown man could be so careless about his personal hygiene, let alone her own dad! She shook her head and got to work cleaning up after him.

He was a slob, but Emily's dad was at least grateful for her help, and she quickly got settled in, making herself at home. They got along well. He didn't try to set any rules for her or butt into her social life. He was just happy to have someone to cook and clean for him. She soon saw, though, that looking after her dad didn't leave her much time for a social life as she had to fix all of his meals as well as keeping the house clean. Emily looked at it as a job, though, and free room and board were worth all the work she was doing.

But after a couple weeks, things began to change. He stopped being so appreciative of her work and began to subtly complain about the food she cooked. He never picked up after himself or did any chores around the house. All he did was work and hang around the house, making messes for her to clean up. He rarely ever even went out with friends or had company over. When she asked him if he ever had any company, he glanced around and told her he didn't think the house was suitable for company. That hurt her feelings and let her know just how little he appreciated everything she did for him. After he went to bed, she started a load of laundry and found herself facing his skidmarked underwear again. She even noticed some piss stains in a couple of pairs! "It's like taking care of a little boy," she thought, getting irritated.

Things only got worse from there as his complaining continued. He complained about her cooking and cleaning, and he grew impatient with her, expecting her to deliver everything he wanted that very moment. He even started saying that if she couldn't keep up with the housework, he could find someone else to do it, implying that he might throw her out. Then one day, he came in from work walking strangely. "What's wrong? Why are you walking like that?" she asked him. "I trusted the wrong fart in the car," he replied. "You shit your pants?!" she asked in surprise. "Just a little bit. I'm gonna go to the bathroom and finish up. I'll toss my pants out to you so you can wash them." She followed him to the bathroom, where he closed the door and a moment later opened it back just enough to deposit his soiled pants on the floor. Emily picked them up and hesitantly peered inside, finding a baseball-sized lump of poop in his underwear. She fumed, almost shaking with anger, and carried them off, swearing profusely at her father.

The next morning, she woke up him earlier than usual, and, still sleepy, he said, "What the fuck are you doing?! It's too early! Get out and let me go back to sleep." She replied sharply, "Don't talk to me like that! You never set an alarm, it takes you forever to get ready, and you're always late! You make the money in this house, so we depend on you keeping your job. So, get up, get ready, and go to work so you can run your company!" She yanked the sheets off him and threw them on the floor. "Bitch! You're getting to be just like your mom! I should throw you out on your ass!" "Well, you're not going to do that. Why do you think Mom left you, Dad? She got tired of you treating her like a slave, making her do all the work around the house, picking up after you, cleaning up after you, washing your nasty underwear, and putting up with your verbal abuse! Nobody else is going to put up with it. So you want to throw me out? Go ahead, and let's see how long you make it all alone like you were before I moved in." He fell silent and glared at her. "That's what I thought. Now, get ready for work," she said.

Emily walked out of the room but stayed nearby to make sure he did as he was told. After a few minutes, she heard the shower running and walked back into his bedroom. It wasn't long before he walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was surprised to see her sitting on his bed, and even more surprised to see a package of adult diapers beside her. "What's this?" he asked. She said, "Well, Dad, since you can't keep your pants clean like a big boy, you can wear diapers like a baby." He scowled and replied, "You're crazy! I'm not wearing no diaper!" Emily smirked, "If you want me to stay here and keep taking care of you, you will. I could go out, get a job, and find a new place to live, and then where would you be? Face it, Dad, you need me a lot more than I need you. You're just like a helpless baby: can't do anything for yourself, can't even wipe your own ass! So, what's baby gonna do when mommy leaves him all alone?" He blushed furiously and hung his head, realizing she was right. Defeated, he said, "Please don't make me wear those. I'll be nice to you. I won't yell or call you names anymore." But Emily just shook her head, "I don't trust you, and you had your chance to be nice, to be a big boy. Instead, you've acted just like an ungrateful, entitled toddler, throwing tantrums all the time, and yesterday you even came home in poopy pants! Not anymore. Get over here and lay down!" Maybe it was the tone of her voice, but all the fight left him in that moment, and he walked over to the bed. He laid down, and Emily unwrapped his towel. She took a diaper out of the package, unfolded it, had him lift his legs, and slid it under him. She then sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto his crotch and taped him up. "Okay, get dressed while I fix your breakfast."

Several minutes after he'd left for work, she texted him, "In case you're thinking about taking that diaper off as soon as you get to work, you should know I videoed myself putting it on you. It's now backed up on a Google Drive account. I expect regular pictures of your diaper throughout the day. If I don't get them, I'm going to post that video online so everyone can see what a big baby you are. You're not to remove it, ever, but you may come home for a change whenever you need it. Send the first picture in two hours, and the second two hours after that. If you're not at least wet in four hours, I'll assume you took your diaper off to use the potty, and that's a no-no for you now." He owned his own company, so none of that would be any problem for him. The problem would be accepting his new situation.

Two hours later, the first picture came through, and there was her dad with a white disposable diaper exposed under his work pants, which were loose enough to hide the extra bulk. Two hours after that, she got another picture showing dark discoloration on white plastic where he'd wet himself. He texted immediately afterward and said he wanted a change. "Okay, come on home," she replied. When he got there, she looked at him and said, "Now, how do we ask for something we want?" He blushed and said, "Would you please change me?" Emily smiled and said, "Yes, I will. Lay down here." She pointed to the carpet, and he complied, allowing her to pull his pants down, untape his soggy diaper, and wipe him off before powdering and rediapering him. "There you go! Now, what do we say when someone does something for us?" The reply was quiet and meek, "Thank you." She chuckled and said, "That's a good baby! Mommy might teach you some manners yet! Okay, back to work now! I want another picture in two hours." Two hours later, she got her picture, and he was on his way home again, saying he had to poop. By the time he got there, his diaper was full of it, and she laid him down to clean him up.

After that, Emily ordered bigger, thicker diapers for her dad, although she no longer called him "dad." She diminutized his first name and took to calling him Davey. She got him bigger, thicker diapers so he could go longer without being changed and larger pants to hide the bulk. After that, he could go without a change until he'd messed or even all day until he got home if he didn't have to poop at work. But whenever he did need to be changed, he was forced to drive home and politely ask, "Will you please change me, Mommy?" She always obliged him. His attitude towards her immediately saw drastic improvement, and it wasn't long at all before she had him trained to accept his new status in the house. On weekends, she kept him toddling about the house with no pants to cover his shame, and he soon learned to use his diaper whenever he needed to go without hesitation. She quickly realized he was enjoying his situation, but this didn't surprise her because now he had even fewer responsibilities. He didn't have to wipe himself at all anymore or even use the toilet. All he had to do was let go and let Mommy clean up the mess. As for her, Emily preferred cleaning up a dirty diaper that she could then throw away than having to wash his dirty underwear, and she still got a rent-free home. Even better, she was now in charge of the home.

The End

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[SallyKAT]

A nice little story, Topsy. Thank you.

[AbabeBill]

Nice read, enjoyed it!

[Eagle0769]

I enjoyed this story but I have to join Patreon to read the other stories?

[TopsyTurvy]

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[Sarah Penguin]