| Title: | Forced Into Diapers By a Mean Babysitter | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Name: | Alex | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Email: | not given | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Gender: | Male | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Current Age: | 14 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Whom Story is About: | Myself | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Posting Date: | 05/24/09 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| Summary: | My true story of how I was forced in to diapers by a mean babysitter. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Deekerian Score (10 is max.) [?]: | 6 (30%) |
It started when I was 5. I got a new babysitter and my parents were going on holiday for a week. I was downstairs when my mum called me and told me. The babysitter's name was Vicky. She came in with what looked like a diaper bag but as I was young I didn't pry. As soon as my mum left she went in to the spare room and was in there for about 2 hours. She came out and had a satisfied smile on her face. She told me from now on whenever she babysat I was her baby. At 5, I thought it was a game until she got the diapers out. She took all my clothes off and gathered them up and put them in to my mum and dad's safe which she was told to use. I didn't know the code, so I was helpless. She got me on the floor and started to rub cream in to my bits and taped the diaper up. She said to me that I must use my diapers or I will be punished. This happened whenever my parents went on holiday and they never took me with them. I was told not to tell my parents or she would punish me even more. The first few years were alright but then it got worse and more horrible. It had turned out she had turned the guest room in to a nursery where she made me sleep and pay. One morning when I was 10, I got up extra early and tip-toed to the toilet. I sat down and let it all flow. Suddenly, I heard stamping and Vicky came striding in and dragged me off the toilet. She gave me a swirlie (putting my head down the toilet and flushing it) and then gave me an enema. It felt horrible. My diaper was full of poo. She smiled and told me to lie down in my crib. She then got out ropes and handcuffs and secured me in to my crib. She then said that how I would stay in that diaper for the next two days for a start (my parents were away for 4 weeks). I could barley move and then she told me how if I was bad I would be fed 4 laxatives rather than the 2 I would now get a day for being bad. 12 hours in, I felt terrible. My diaper was full and liable to flooding. I was fed another laxative and it all came flowing out. Vicky then decided to put me out of my misery and change me. Then she decided my thanks was not good enough and gave me another enema and a laxative and told me to lie back down. I was not falling for this again. I ran and she grabbed me. Now I was in trouble and she dragged me back to the nursery and told me to lie down. I did as I was told. Now, she said I was in for it and would get a maximum punishment... To be continued...