PANIC FYI info: This story is not a true account, but rather what my dream life would be like as an 8 year old, if the cards had played themselves right, I will replace my true name with Gabe, and all the names involved are edited. My brother and I were both so hyped up! we were getting our favorite babysitter, the term really only applied to my 4 year old brother still in baby diapers, but I was included due to the dreaded lapse over of brothers. Our parents were going to be gone for a whole night, Sunday night, from six in the night until after we go to bed, a whole night with our favorite sitter! We did the usual, watched television, played games, you name it. But our babysitter was a kind of health freak, she believed that for healthiness you should drink 10 glasses of water a day, and since she knew we usually drank about 2 a day, she always insisted on giving us nine while she sat during the night. That meant about two an hour, so as you can imagine, my little brother was peeing, and peeing, and peeing. She must have changed his diaper seven times in only a few hours. We were all watching a very good movie, Monsters, Inc. which is a favorite, and she comes over to my little brother, checks him and says he's wet. Like she had before, she lifted him up, cupping her hand around his bottom, and lead him into the bathroom. It was at about 9:30, and his bedtime, mine was at 10:00, but the movie had just ended, and I really had to go pee from all that time that I had held it! I mean, bursting out pee, like the kind you have after a car trip! I raced to the bathroom only to meet a closed door. Hurriedly opening it, I saw the sitter there with my brother whose name (don't think I mentioned it yet) was Alex. She was just seating him on the toilet seat as I rushed in doing the dance that all children know when they need to go pee. She saw this, but continued slowly changing his diaper, telling me to wait. She seemed to drag on and on, as I watched fascinated as she applied baby powder, a diaper, pins, everything seemed so natural. She glanced at me several times and caught the longing look in my eye. When my brother was done I practically sprinted to the toilet, but she caught me and told me to wait. I complied and she stared at me for a few seconds, then asked very seriously, "do you want to wear a diaper too?" I was so shocked. I immediately, but with obviously mixed feelings squeaked out a "no"! But she caught the longing in my voice and said, "you're wearing them whether you like it or not!" She took me by the wrist, sat me down in the tub and produced a rather large stack of diapers from the back of the toilet. She yanked my bottom up and pinned them on with no powder or cream. She used pins on the sides and then pulled up a massive, and even thicker pair of plastic pants. At first I thought that they had been excessively thick but I just brushed it off as thinking they needed to be bigger and thicker for bigger boys. As she helped me stand up, with the giant plastic pants around my legs, I felt the pressure of a recently trained bladder strain and break through my weak barriers, but the already had the plastic securely above my belly button. I could have sworn I heard a sharp click sound from my back, but thought nothing of it. I was stunned, the sensations of wetting a diaper were intriguing! The warmth, the emptying. Shudders ran down my body and she had a smirk on her face. She led my stunned self off to bed and into my covers, she gave me my last glass of water, which tasted a bit funny, and then tucked me in, and then silently left. I heard the front door shut just before falling into the dreamy black waves of sleep. The next morning I woke up and felt a bit different, I did not know why, though. I dressed for school quickly, strutted into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and went over to the toilet, I pulled up the seat, unzipped my pants and then it came back to me! I was wearing a wet, warm, starting-to-smell diaper! I could not believe it! Thoughts raced through my mind of last night, the diaper, the sitter, the water, and I was frantic. I quickly saw through the clear plastic pants the undeniable yellow mixed with white of a soiled diaper! I was in shock! I tried to yank down the plastic pants I met resistance, I tried harder and harder, sure that I would break them off, but failed horribly! I yanked at all the openings, they all seemed too tight to open, completely secured, I PANICKED! I pulled up my pants, raced downstairs, grabbed a pair of scissors and ran back to the bathroom, I tried desperately to cut through the top of them, but they would not give. I just opened a barely visible slit in the pant, I struggled, hacked, cried, and did just about everything along those lines you can in a five minute period. Eventually I subsided and used my brain. I figured my baby sitter must have known they were locking when she put them on me, and that she would be able to take them off. I quickly pulled back up my pants. A quick glance in the mirror told me that unless you knew to look for diapers it was impossible to tell I wore them. I calmed myself down, regained my composure, and went downstairs to our eating area for breakfast, after some Pop Tarts and a goodbye kiss to my parents, I went to the school bus. By this time I had the starting for a good pee going, but I used my will to block it out. All I needed right now was a soggier, wetter diaper! The long bus ride seemed to take an eternity as the wet diaper bunched up in my crack. I could feel the starting symptoms of diaper rash coming and cursed my sitter under my breath for not applying even a dash of baby powder! Soon we were let in school, I went to my locker, unloaded my stuff, and we went to our first period. The day played out as normal until third period. At this point, my supposedly supremacy over my bladder failed! I went, I tried to slow the stream so that it made no noise, and partially succeeded, but was lucky because the mutters in the room masked the small splattering sound, but this pee was build-up. I felt it soak all the way around to my now irritated bottom, and to the bottom of my stomach, completely drenching the lowest point in my diaper. I was praying to the gods that it wouldn't leak! The rest of the classes went rather normally. All the time I willed myself to keep from thinking my diaper would leak! Around the last period of the day I felt an audible rumble from my stomach. One kid commented that I must not have eaten much at lunch, and I agreed, but I felt very full still, and I soon felt the problem. A bowel movement was at the gates to my back entrance. I was scared out of my wits now. It was the last period of school, but I was afraid I could not keep it back. This movement seemed massive. It started to pry my back gates open for me, and we were deadlocked in a war over the sphincter. The class ended and I practically ran down the hall to my locker in an attempt to keep my bowels closed up. A teacher told me to walk back to the start of the hall and come back at a very slow walk, the only punishment for running in our school, but this was dreadful for me as I slowly crept back under her watchful eye. I felt a bit of gas seep out of my back and I had to use my whole concentration to stop anything solid from coming out. Eventually I got to my locker, grabbed my stuff, and fast-walked my way back downstairs and out of the building to the buses. I figured I could grab the bus home, jump off, run to my babysitter's house which was only about 5 houses down from ours, get the diaper off, and have a nice long chat with the toilet about how I would never say it was sick or dirty again, but a beautiful creation of nature. How wrong was I.... as soon as the bus neared my house, I removed my heal from my butt crack, a way to keep it jammed up, and started to stand up as we stopped, this was a mistake, as the bus came to a halt, I felt my bowels heave without my permission, and a small "turtle head" popped out, the front of a massive moving steam train of shit. With the gate open, the rest started oozing out without my consent. It felt oddly more wet than usual, though I hardly noticed. I just ran off that bus as I heard several say "who farted! Ick!" I just ran.. and ran... and ran; I felt like Forrest Gump. Eventually I sped by my house and made the short sprint to the babysitter's house. I knocked and rang the doorbell at the same time, but she was already opening the door. as she did, I ran in, and she closed it behind me, saying, "I expected you to come right after school, and don't you dare get cross with me! (she interpreted my facial expression correctly), that is if you EVER want that diaper changed!" That shut me up. She smiled and walked over, commenting on how I smelled so bad, and guided me over to her couch, which she forcefully guided my rear straight onto the arm, jamming the recently made log all around my bottom. She said, "now that I believe I have your attention, I'm laying out the rules, got it!?" I nodded and she continued. "I saw how you looked at your brother's diapers, its clear you wanted them, but I'm sure you didn't expect this (she gestured to my bottom) to happen. Well, in case you didn't notice, I spiked your water last night with a bit of Ex-Lax to ensure that you would come running home to your diaper changer (she indicated herself) If I'm going to provide you with something, you're not going to have all the fun!" She went on about how I would be forced to wear diapers all the time if I wore them. She would change me every day after school into a pair of diapers that could easily accommodate 24 hours of messing, but then I would have to take a suppository, and drink a quart of water, 20 high- fiber crackers, before I could go home. If I did not do what she asked I was to march home. She would inform my parents that she would never baby-sit for them again due to an increase of homework, and I would never get another offer for this again. But if I accepted, the terms were final, there was no backing out. Either way, she went on. "Let's get you out of that diaper. You're stinking up my whole house!" Act II, New Life Once in the side room in my babysitter's house she scooped me up and onto changing pad that appeared to be made out of a very slick stain- resistant plastic. Grabbing for something at the side as I thought, "this cant be so bad." What she pulled around the side startled me. It was a seatbelt-like material, only it had some kind of springy thing in it. When she fastened it to the other side it yanked down hard, and then locked into place. She put another three on, one over my chest, one over my feet, and one on my forehead. She explained it as "in case you feel like running away." She grabbed a small key from around her neck and unlocked the locks at both sides of the plastic pants. She then slid them down about two feet so that my diaper was fully exposed. She then undid that diaper and lowered it down, tearing it away and depositing it into a bin around the side. She then got a small shower handily from around the side of the table, pressed a small red button, and it turned on with a very powerful blast of perfectly mild water. She went all over my privates, naval, back, bottom, everywhere that might have been in contact with the diaper. She then returned the shower head, and brought out a hair dryer in it's place. She pressed the same red button and it turned on with a powerful gust of wind that soon had me completely dry. She then put that away, tilted the back of the chair up, and stared very seriously into me eyes. She said "choosing time, what is it going to be? Diapers or no diapers? This is your one-time choice... you had better make the best of it!" She walked out saying she would come back in 5 for my decision. So many thoughts raced through my mind, one part of me generally said that this was a once in a lifetime chance, I would get to be in diapers, never have to use the bathroom again, and be able to feel the pleasure of helplessly wetting and pooping my diaper, but the other part said, she is too evil, she will force you to do things you do not want! She'll get into your life and force you to wear icky, disgusting diapers, and be made fun of at school. But in the end, I felt that this was one of the things I might regret later in life if I did not accept, so when she came back in, and asked one last time, I slowly nodded my head in the affirmative, I was to be diapered. She had a smirk that should have been banned from the earth, it was so devious and she said in a very high-pitched voice, "I thought you would feel that way!" She came back over to me, and started getting out the baby powdery bottle, but suddenly her grin grew and she put it back down. I sighed relief, she would not need to touch me. Little did I know what happens when you wear a diaper for a long time without baby powder! She then grabbed a small foiled packet and asked if I knew what a suppository was. When I shook my head she started to explain in a high all-might and all-intelligent fashion, she showed me the small capsule and said how she would push it far, far up into where my poop was made, and once there, it would stay, to start disintegrating, as it melted, it would release a chemical compound that reacted violently with my bowels, resulting in great discomfort and cramps. Soon after, the same chemical would irritate the bowel so much, that the bowel would start to contract without the will of the user and would result in any, even a very small amount, of poop instantly being irresistibly pushed out into whatever was beneath them, in my case, a diaper! This sounded horrible, but I knew better than to object as it was part of our agreement. I would take one a night. She shoved this slowly into my butthole. I thought she was done but she started pushing deeper and deeper and deeper, until her hand was straining against my butthole. Eventually she was satisfied that it was in place and purposely yanked her un- lubricated finger out so fast that I yelped. She then placed a brand new, HUGE, fluffy absorbent diaper underneath me, then slipped the front up, taped it on, and started to pull the nearly forgotten plastic pants back up, When they came up past my belly button, she closed the locks on both sides of my diapers and said it was time for the other parts of my deal. She led me by the hand into the kitchen as I was unaccustomed to the partial waddle that these new huge diapers forced. Once there, she took out a box of crackers, good I thought, I was a huge fan of crackers. Seeing my smile, she explained that these crackers were high fiber, they were the stuff that made huge, easy flowing bowel movements if in the right amount. She explained how an average child of my age would need about 5 a day for a healthy balance, if he ate no other food, but that she was going to give me 20, and I would still be eating other things, and that this would create large, hard, slow moving poops that would likely be very painful to pass. This scared me a little. She went back to her cupboard of surprised, and brought out a ordinary container of water for about a quart of liquid. This did not sound like a lot, but realizing that all of that would go into my diapers was definitely scary. She saw my look and smiled like it was her birthday. I took the massive amount one glass at a time. With her as a constant encouragement to drink faster, finally I finished. She then handed me a CD, and a small, miniature CD player with earphones, and instructed me to put it on and listen to it all the way through the night, or else. Then she gave me a good pat *more of a swat* on the butt and told me to get back to my family before they worried, and that she would call later and tell my mom and dad that I would be coming over to her house every day after school so that she could teach me how to play chess, so that they would not worry. I half-waddled out the door, and then did a fast walk back to my house. I was afraid a neighborhood kid might recognize my pants that were about an inch larger than normal in every direction. As soon as I was home, my mom welcomed me home, and I walked up the stairs to my room, which was basically a mess. I had a computer, printer, closet, dresser, two desks, one on which the computer rested, and a closet. I heard a strange rumbling from down where my diaphragm was, and felt a sharp stab of pain followed by an immense fart that I was sure would wake up Godzilla in China. Now I knew what my babysitter had meant by cramps and loss of control. I felt another one coming on, and this time a very tiny amount of wetness accompanied the fart, and a huge stab of pain went through my lower stomach, bringing me to my knees. I started crawling onto my bed and massaging my stomach to try and make it feel, better, but the pain only grew. Soon I was making small whimpers of pain and just then I felt a massive load arrive at my back gate, demanding to be let through. I denied it exit, but it did not listen. It slid straight through as if I had been trying my hardest to go poop. I was immediately gratified at the massive diapers, because they almost completely hid the scent. Unless you were right next to my butt sniffing, you could not tell I had pooped myself. But it was not over, I continued to have painful cramps and evacuations and soon was slowly crying from the never-ending pain. Within fifteen minutes it passed, and I was able to roll over, which was a huge mistake. It spread the mush that was my poop to every corner of my diaper. The lump spread and spread, until it went all the way from the back to my small crotch area. This felt sickening at first, but I soon felt very secure, knowing that my diapers could hold anything and everything. They were locked on tightly so that only my loving diaper changer could every get into them. It was such a good feeling. I went over and played some computer games then lay down for the night. Tomorrow was going to be interesting... a whole day in poopy diapers!