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.