"What just happened." You ask yourself as you see that you're no longer in your house. You're in one with a large open living room right next to the kitchen. A home that is very familiar to you. That couch, the dinning table, the furniture, the refrigerator, and the kitchen island, you know where you are. "I'm in Home Improvement. Wow." You walk around the house and try to figure out how this could be possible. Maybe you got drugged or having a dream? You know the Taylor house is just a set in front of a studio audience but its all real. You then look at the mirror and see that you aren't even yourself. "This has to be a dream." You look like a young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, which means you must be Randy in one of the early seasons.
Just then a young Tim Allen comes in through the backyard. "Randy, back me up." He tosses you a nerf gun and you two hide behind the kitchen island as Brad and Mark come in, nerf guns a blazing. You don't have time to question any of it, you just have fun and fire back.
"Dad, didn't mom said no gun fights in the house?" Brad asks as he and Mark hide behind the dinning room table.
"What your mom doesn't know won't hurt her. Now get a load of some high powered rapid fire." Tim Taylor says before making machine gun sounds as he fires back.
"Oh no, dad it's mom." You say causing Tim to look at the front door.
"Huh?"
"Gotcha." You shout as you and your brothers fire nerf darts at your father. Then you hear a laugh track going on after your prank which took you out of the moment.
"Okay kids, I gotta go to work." Tim says as he looks at his watch and surrenders.
"But dad, what about the mess?" Mark asks.
"You boys got two hands. Oh, I'd clean up before your mom gets home or else she'll be made at you."
"But nerf guns were your idea." Brad says as you three drop your toys.
"And you three listened to me. Why would you do that." Tim says jokingly which gets a laugh from the non existent audience. "Plus winners clean up. Now your old man gotta go." Tim Taylor then gives the three of you a hug before leaving through the garage. You then start picking up nerf darts along with Brad and Mark. The fun dying down you then wonder if you're dreaming. You've never had one so realistic.
"What do we do now?" You ask as the mess was cleaned.
"Let's play hide and seek?" Mark said, still in a playful mood.
"Not it." Brad shouts.
"Not it." You quickly followed. Mark realizes he was too slow and gets started on counting as he buries his head in the couch. You and Brad rush to find a hiding spot. You go up the stairs, unsure as to which room leads where but you hear Mark finishing up his count, so you just go to the second door on your left. It was the bathroom, you close the door and hid in the tub, closing the curtains behind you. You then hear the door open as footsteps get closer and closer. You hope Mark doesn't find you.
"Man those college classes are a killer. I just want to take a nice relaxing bath after that." Oh no, the sitcom's mother, Jill Taylor. "But first I have to pee. I've been holding it in for too long." You always thought that Patricia Richardson was a hot milf. If this is a dream, there is no wrong in fulfilling your fantasy, might as well take a peak. You look out from behind the curtain and see Jill facing the toilet. She undoes her pants and pulls them down. You see her nice, round mommy butt, her delicious looking thighs, but then you gulp in fear as you see she has a big fat cock between her legs. The thing is massive, almost reaching her knees and it's still flaccid yet as thick as a can. She scratches her heavy balls which sag down a bit and has a layer of peach fuzz from her brown pubic hair. Some of her ball hairs falling off and landing in the toilet as she let's loose a stream of yellow, steamy urine into the porcelain bowl.
PPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
You stare in disbelief. You don't remember this episode, most likely cause something like this would never get past the censors. You accidentally slip and give away your position. "Randy?" Jill says as she turns to face you. Her huge schlong still pissing like a fire hydrant moves to point towards you and you get soaked by Jill's golden shower. "Randy, how many times do I have to tell you to not spy on me in the bathroom." You struggle to get up but constantly slips down as she is still peeing all over you, completely soaking your clothes while the laugh track goes on, turning this dream into a nightmare.
PPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally she stops, she must have been holding in more liquids than a camel. "Well, this time enough is a enough. You deserve a punishment. But what to do?" Jill thinks to herself out loud.
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