“No dice,” Jim says, tossing the pampers into the cart. “You’re two and you had an accident already.” Mike’s mouth drops open in shock. “Let’s grab you some clothes, then we can check out and go back home.”
“But-” Mike starts. Jim frowns at him. Mike quiets. Jim pushes the cart through the store, grabbing clothes, checking their size in comparison to Mike, and then tossing the ones Mike considers acceptable into the shopping cart. They quickly checkout, then go to the bathroom.
“All right, come here,” Jim says, picking Mike up and placing him on the changing station.
“I don’t want diapers!” Mike shouts.
“Well, how about this? If you don’t have any day accidents, and the only night accidents you have are wet, then we can revisit the pull-ups,” Jim suggests. Mike nods sulkily. He turns bright red as Jim carefully diapers him. “There! All done.” Mike expects to be let down from the changing station, but instead Jim grabs clothes from the bags and dresses him quickly.
“At least I’m not cold now,” Mike mutters. Jim takes him off the changing station and sets him on the ground.
“That’s the spirit. Let’s head back home to figure things out.”
Mike follows Jim out of the store. To his frustration, the thick diaper between his legs has resulted in a toddling gait. About halfway home, Mike feels a strange urge, only for it to disappear. They arrive back at the apartment complex. The trip up the elevator is just as rough as the trip down, but Mike barely manages to not throw up.
Stacy looks up as Mike and Jim enter the apartment. She walks over to Mike and pinches his cheeks.
“Ooh, you’re so adorable!” she coos. She sniffs suddenly. “Hmm.” Before Mike can stop her, Stacy checks his diaper. “I thought I smelled pee!”
“I…I didn’t even know I had to go,” Mike whispers.
“Well, it’s not wet enough that you need to be changed right now. But do you still need to go?” Stacy asks. Mike is about to say no when he feels a sudden pressure in his bowels.
“Yes!” he squeaks.
“Number one or-” Jim starts. But Mike has already taken off for the bathroom. A mere foot from the toilet, his hold on his bowels breaks. Jim and Stacy arrive just in time to see Mike squat down, right next to the toilet, and fill his diaper with poop. Jim sighs. “See, Mike? I was right to put you in diapers.” Stacy frowns at him.
“Don’t tease him!”
“I’m just stating the truth!”
“Well, I’m stating the truth now,” Mike says in, still squatting. He grunts loudly, his face red with effort as he tries to poop as fast as possible. “And the truth-” Mike grunts again. “Is-” Another grunt. “That I need a change.” With one last push and grunt, Mike finishes. He stands up straight, his diaper visibly sagging under him. “I don’t think I can do it, so one of you will have to.”