    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!

    Act III

    I then realized I had a new problem, a larger one, how to sleep without
    risking my parents seeing me. A whole flux of ideas flew through my
    brain. The first reasonable one was to simply block the door, and I was
    about to do it when the realization hit. They would want a reason I had
    my door lodged shut with a dresser. So I, out of habit, sat down on my
    computer chair, which further spread the mess and only made me feel
    more lost. I hung my head in my hands and looked down and saw
    inspiration! If I just kept my pants on it would almost assuredly
    prevent them from any instant knowledge of my condition. As it was
    getting to be dark I figured I might as well go to sleep. I took off my
    shirt, climbed onto my bed, pulled the covers up, and, as a last-minute
    precaution, wrapped the blankets around my middle. I then rested my
    head down, but my mind quickly wandered and I found it hard to sleep.
    How good the diaper felt on me. The annoying lightning flashes and
    booms, the school day tomorrow, how hot my diapered region was
    becoming, how it was uncomfortable to lay in any direction for more
    than 5 minutes, all swirled into my head in varying orders, not wanting
    to let me sleep.

    Eventually I did fall to sleep and dreamt the oddest things, being a
    toddler crawling on the floor playing with blocks, watching cartoons,
    in general, doing things I hadn't found myself wanting to do in years.
    All seemed to be hilarious and new. Then something woke me. I heard a
    door creaking and looked over to find a dark shape coming towards me. A
    lightning flash illuminated me as my scared-looking little brother,
    whom he quickly asked why I was still up. My brother replied, "I
    couldn't sleep. The lightning and thunder are scaring me!"

    Why tonight, I pleaded to myself, and quickly invited him, as usual, to
    come over, and sleep on the other side of my bed, which he quickly did,
    thanking me. I moved to the furthest side of the bed and tried to keep
    away from him, lest he find out. But before I was done thinking of all
    the things that could happen I heard a faint, low, breathing that was
    my brother asleep. I sighed relief and went back to sleep. I woke up
    about an hour before when I normally did to find my brother no longer
    there, but an incredible need to go pee. I figured there was no denying
    the fact I was in a diaper and just let it all spill out, and was
    greeted with a nice, warm sensation that spread all over. Then, as I
    turned over I saw him, my brother, on the other side of the bed, open-
    eyed. He asked, in the strangest voice, that was both inquisitive, yet
    demanding "why are you wearing a diaper?"

    Horror struck, quickly I thought of explanations, trying to dissuade
    him, doing anything, but he kept staring at me and I knew I had to
    satisfy his question quickly or risk imprinting it in his mind further.
    I quietly said in what I hoped was a secretive way, "It's a secret
    reason, that we don't tell anyone, okay?", and my brother nodded. So I
    continued, "you need to promise never to tell mom or dad, okay?" He
    nodded again. I said, "the baby-sitter put them on me," and he seemed
    thrilled, saying things like, "cool! Now we both wear diapers!!" and
    "Did you poo in yours? 'Cause it sure smells like it when you get up
    close!" I nodded, and he went ecstatic, saying he did, too! I could
    think of nothing that cared less to me at that moment besides finding a
    way to hide the smell that he has said was so prominent. So I thought
    of good-smelling things, what's good smelling? I remembered the spray
    deodorant that my dad had, and he was sure to have left earlier with my
    mom, for work as they always did. So I told my brother to go back to
    his room and get dressed. I grabbed a shirt myself and hurried
    downstairs to the bathroom my parents shared and grabbed the bottle. I
    popped off the cap and gave an experimental jet into the air to assure
    myself it would hide the odor. While the sniff smelt a lot like some
    kind of perfume, I figured it would be natural for my age group to use
    it anyway, so I pulled down my pants to my knees and started spraying
    the outside of the plastic pants with it like there was no tomorrow.
    After I was sure that I had covered it I had an idea and lifted up the
    back of my diaper as much as I could, which felt like about half of a
    centimeter, and sprayed a large quantity into the back. I took a sniff
    and was glad to smell a slight manly odor, but nothing more. Quickly, I
    pulled my pants back up, replaced the bottle and bolted out into the
    kitchen to get a last-minute breakfast before I left for school, as my
    brother walked in. I threw him the other Pop-Tart that had just come up
    from the toaster. I was going over and said, "have a good day with the
    baby sitter!" as I ran into the garage, waiting for the door to open.
    And then I saw her, my baby sitter, about to enter the code to get into
    the garage herself, standing there. She quickly realized it was open,
    and walked in, right past my stunned self. As she passed she whispered,
    "have a nice, poopy day!" and gave me a pat on the butt that smushed a
    slightly gooey poop around a little. I walked off towards the bus stop,
    imagining the day ahead.