| Title:
| 8-year-Old's Accidents
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| Name:
| Gary W.
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| Email:
| Not shown
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| Gender:
| Male
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| Current Age:
| 14
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| Posting Date:
| 06/21/09
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| Story Contents:
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| A- Post-toddler (4-8)* | ● | R- Sisters, other girls* |
| | B- Pre-teen (9-12)* | | S- Babysitters | ●
| | C- Teen (13-17) | | T- Masturbation |
| | D- Adult (18+) | | U- Sexual situations |
| | E- Cloth diapers* | | V- Gay |
| | F- Disposable diapers | ● | W- Erections |
| | G- Pee | ● | X- Bedwetting |
| | H- Poop* | ● | Y- Accidents | ●
| | I- Exposed diapers/pantslessness* | ● | Z- Punishment/Diaper
Discipline |
| | J- Multiple diapers* | | 1- Female Domination* | ●
| | K- Baby paraphernalia | | 2- Enemas |
| | L- Mother | | 3- Restraints |
| | M- Father | | 4- Crying |
| | N- Aunt | | 5- Spanking |
| | O- Uncle | | 6- Humiliation |
| | P- Brothers (diapered) | | 7- Babying | ●
| | Q- Brothers (not diapered) | | 8- Regression | ●
| | *Denotes Deekerian story elements
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| Summary:
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An eight-year-old boy has some accidents. (this is my first story so it
might not be great, but I will hopefully write better ones in the
future.)
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| Deekerian Score (20 is max.)
[?]:
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7 (35%)
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Oh no! I had pooped my pants again! I was just sitting in my room and
my pants just started expanding with soft eight-year-old poop. I was
sitting on the floor, playing Power Rangers and I felt the need to go
in my favourite blue shorts. The pressure built and built, until I
could hold it no longer then a wet sensation spread across my legs and
wee escaped my pants and soaked me. Just at its halfway point poop was
unleashed on my pants and I helplessly sat there as I could feel soft
poo slowly cover my butt.
Just as it came to a standstill Jenny, my babysitter, walked in. she
was 18 and was a skinny blonde.
�Is every thing okay hunny? Why do you look so glum?�
She sniffed the air, �Oh�OH�oh its okay baby.� She said caringly �It�s
okay to have accidents at your age.�
She got down on her knees and hugged me, then whispered in my ear as
she soothed my back.
�Listen, I�ve got a kit downstairs, how about I bring it up and we get
you clean?� I nodded slowly.
�Okay then,� she said and disappeared downstairs, leaving me briefly to
ponder in my own mess before reappearing with a bag.
�Okay, let�s go,� she said, as she laid out a changing mat with some
baby powder, baby oil, wipes and a nappy. I was getting very nervous at
this point.
�Okay tiger, hop on� she cheered as she patted the mat. I hesitated and
she looked up at me.
�Come on now. Don�t be shy, it�s fine; you�re only eight. Besides, you
cant deny you need it, you�ve wet your pants so many times before and
its not the first time you�ve pooped, either.�
�But you�ll see me naked!� I muttered.
�Yes, and I�ll also be cleaning your smelly butt from now, on too, now;
stop being silly.�
She grinned and before I knew it she had picked me up under me arms
plonked me on the mat, my clothes were off soon after and she was
gently wiping my butt with the Kandoo baby wipes. It took her a while
to finish but it was all soon clean.
�There, all done,� she said gently smacking my bottom. She then
proceeded to pour a healthy amount of baby oil in to her hands and
began to gently caress my butt and genitals with it. My embarrassment
levels were through the roof as I lay like a helpless toddler being
nappied once more. A cloud of baby-powder briefly shrouded Jenny until
it settled on my bottom, leaving just the intoxicating smell behind.
She then slid the nappy under my butt and for a small moment when she
picked it up could see clearly. It was well padded on the inside like a
normal disposable, but the outside was blue and almost all plastic
reinforced it had little skater dudes on it and swimmers in water. She
taped it tightly round my waist and it felt really secure and snug.
�There we go, you look way cool skater, dude.�
she laughed and I smiled feeling safe and in the knowledge that future
accidents would be kept safe. She put some beige shorts on me as well
as a blue top, but you could see the out line of the nappy and the
fringe stuck out the top. She picked me up and carried me downstairs.
While travelling I wer a little, feeling a sort of security I had not
felt in almost six years.
Later that night I was on Jenny�s lap as we watched Finding Nemo. I
felt the familiar low -elly grumble that usually stirred me to rise to
the toilet. I automatically struggled up from her lap.
�Hey hey watch�a doing, little one?� Jenny asked.
�Going toilet,� I replied.
�You�re wearing it, buster,� she laughed as she ruffled my hair. I sat
back down and since the movie had ended I faced the other way so I was
lying against her breast. She then gave me some comforting bum support
and I flopped my head on her shoulder and fell to sleep really quickly.
I awoke with a strange sensation in my lower half, it took me awhile to
realise that I was pissing myself. A gave a start once I came to see
what I was doing. � Oh its okay baby, didn�t mean to wake ya,� said
Jenny, as she talked I felt her hand slide up my shorts along my leg
and in to my nappy. She could feel the wetness that was still
spreading. I went bright red.
�Uhh� I don�t mind, just finish up and ill get ya changed� she said,
and I went bright red again as another embarrassing prospect crossed my
mind. But at that precise moment Jenny could see what was going through
my head.
�Unless of course you need to do more than wee,� she said with an
annoying tone that meant she new perfectly well I did.
�Uhh, you�re all red ...it�s fine, I don�t mind, just go for it.�
The idea of doing it in her arms really made me nervous, but it seemed
I had no choice. It was made less easier when Jenny removed my shorts
and top so I was wearing nothing but my nappy, proclaiming, �Well, you
wont need these.� And giggling. But I felt more comfortable when she
gave the bum support back and gently rubbed her hand up and down my
nappied bottom.
It took a while to get started but after much pushing it came lose and
began to fill up fast, the soft poop caressed my but cheeks, moved down
as I felt it flow past my legs and came to rest by my thighs. The worst
bit was that Jenny stopped moving up and down and could just feel and
watch my nappy fill up, like a baby�s. Then half way through she lifted
up the fringe and watched the poop come out of my bum and fill up my
nappy.