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A little bit of history first. This is part truth part fiction, I?m not sure I can or want to separate the two. I spent my pre-school days growing up in the early sixties; Kennedy was assassinated when I was five years old. I grew up in a small town in the North West, population all of 11,000. Back then, neighborhoods were meant to play in and we pretty much had the run of the neighborhood. Parents didn?t worry about perverts, maybe they should have. It was not uncommon to see young children out an about rooming the ?safe confines? of the local neighborhood with out supervision or worry from the parents. I came from a large family; my mother was a good catholic (I?m sure that?s a good deal of my problem). There were eight children; I was number six with three older sisters and two twin brothers ahead of me and two younger sisters. I was and still am very slight for my stature; I stayed under five feet until I was a junior in high school and graduated high school at 5? 8? and 128 lbs far from imposing. On to my story: Summer of Terror Chapter 1: Discovery: Colin awoke that morning to sunlight streaming in through the window. Slowly crawling out of bed he stretched as his feet hit the floor, he quickly pulled what his mother called his nightshirt off over his head and threw it on the floor. He hated wearing his sisters hand me downs but with such a large family and his very small stature the clothes of his older brothers were far too big and in reality he was not much bigger then his younger toddler sisters who were still in diapers and training pants. Today was the last day of kindergarten at Queen of the Angles catholic school and he was excited about the long summer ahead. He did not care for school at all, being the smallest of his class, he was constantly teased by the boys, always being the last picked for any boy games and the girls just wanted to play house with him being the baby. It was definitely no fun. He hoped his mother was right and that he would start growing soon, it would be nice to start first grade at least average size, even if he was still the smallest of the class. He walked over to the dresser against the wall and opened the underwear drawer; picking threw the drawer he hoped to find some that resembled a pair of plan boy?s underwear, digging through to the bottom the closest match was a pair of plan white extra thick training pants. He new that his folks struggled to provide a home and food on the table for the family but just once he would like to have some plain boy?s clothes that fit. Oh well he thought maybe in the next box of clothing that the church collected for them would be more boy clothing rather then the cotton print panties that filled the drawer. Walking to the closet, he pulled his brightly starched white shirt and salt and pepper pants down off the hangers. His mother had saved enough to buy two sets of uniforms for school and spent hours altering them to fit his small size. He was never allowed to play in his uniform after school but had to come right home and change, he had forgotten one day and had received the worst spanking of his life. A lesson he would always remember. Pulling on his socks, at least he had been able to remove the lace around the ankles he quickly slipped on his shoes, another item that his mother had saved for, each one of the children got one pair of new school shoes in the fall to last the year. He swiftly headed out the door and down the stairs bursting into the kitchen, his mother yelled at him to slow down as he enter complete chaos, with eight kids all trying to eat and get out the door to school, his Dad was just leaving for work. Colin quickly settled into his designated seat at the corner of the table and attacked the bowl of oatmeal in front of him, he was lucky this morning that his mother had added some raisins to the normally bland staple. The powder milk must have been made fresh and did not have time to chill in the refrigerator and set warm in his glass. He quickly finished his breakfast and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth before most of his siblings. Running out he collided with his older brother who shoved him against the wall punching him in the stomach and reaching back to give him a wedgie, laughing at the training pants and asking him if he had a leaky faucet. Humiliated he screamed at him in a high-pitched scream causing his mother to chastise his older brother and to remind him to fix his underwear. His older brother quietly threatened him as he scampered away. Grabbing his blue pull over sweater, he quickly got out the door without further punishment from his older brothers. Living directly across from the church and next to the school was handy in the fact that he did not have to wait or ride a bus with his older siblings. His sisters were not too bad but they were so much older and he tried to stay out of his twin brothers way and minimize the teasing and torture from them. Today he was lucky with only a wedgie and a sock to the stomach. With only being in kindergarten he only had half days and could avoid them at school, besides the nuns were well aware of the twins and kept a close eye on them as they were well known for there trouble making still there were days they went out of there way to tease him nuns or not. The last day of school all of the grades through fourth spent the morning on the playground. Once again, you could find Colin playing by himself, he did not even try to get involved in the touch football came but chose to play on the monkey bars by himself. The older boys must have gotten bored playing football after awhile a group of them congregated around the playground equipment. Colin came off the monkey bars just as his older twin brothers broke away from the pack. John the twin that had given him the wedgie that morning stood directly in front of him while Chris came up from behind; with out warning Chris grabbed his pants and yanked them down to his ankles it was impossible to hide the fact that he was wearing thick training pants. John and the rest of the boys started teasing him about being a baby and needing protection, is desperation Colin started swing his fist at his older brother catching him with a glancing blow to the face. John roared with surprise and swung quickly the swipe landing square on Colin?s nose, exploding in a shower of blood, the shock and extreme pain cause a chain reaction. Tears streamed down Colin?s face as his bladder emptied. A look of horror replaced the surprised look on John?s face as the crowed around became quite all except Chris that is. He continued to taunt him with cries of pissy pants and laughter. Thankfully, the Nuns quickly rushed to the rescue, but not before the whole school witnessed the imposable task of the thick training pants trying desperately to absorb the full blander of a five year old. A pale yellow stain spread through out the front of the pants and soon a stream erupted spilling down his leg pooling in the salt and pepper pants around his ankles. One of the nuns quickly pulled his soaking wet pants up over the soggy wet training pants, while the other one grabbed the twins. The boys were paraded through the playground as the group around them parted the laughter and jeers continued through the long walk to the convent. The twins were made to stand in the corner while the mother superior call there mother, Colin was left in the kitchen as not to leak on the furniture or carpet. Mother superior explained what had transpired on the playground and informed there mother that the twins would no longer be welcome in the school. Ever! There mother explained that she worked out of there fathers office and would not be home until late that afternoon but the house keeper would be home and it would be ok to send Colin home, the twins she requested they be held in school until that afternoon and she would pick them up on her way home. The nuns agreed and gently sent Colin home, walking the long block up to the house in wet soggy pants, shirt stained in blood. Chapter 2: The punishment: The walk home was only a block but it was the longest walk of his young life. His pants were still damp and the thick training pants were soggy and cold encasing his boyhood. As he got closer to the house, Colin could see the housekeeper waiting on the front porch, his two younger sisters as well as the housekeepers daughters beside her the oldest almost 12 and the youngest only a few months younger then he. The Nuns must have let her know what had happened. He had hoped to slip into the house without being seen and change is wet pants. He stumbled up the front porch, bloodied button down shirt hanging over his soaked pants, sniffling with the last remnants of tears at the corner of his eyes. The housekeeper refused to let him in the house wearing his clothes and he was forced to take off his shirt, sitting down he pulled off his soaked shoes and socks and stood up. It was obvious by the wet spot left on the porch that his pants were soaking wet. The housekeeper?s oldest daughter teased him unmercifully as the other girls gathered around giggling and laughing. Taunts of pissy pants and crybaby rang in his ears. He was commanded to remove his pants while the housekeeper went back inside to get a plastic bag. He unbuckled his pants, knowing he could not hide the fact of his accident let alone the fact that he was wearing the thick training pants. He stood surrounded by the girls with jeers of baby pants and baby needs changing. He waited with his head down in shame all the while staring down at the tell tail pale yellow stain spread across the thick soggy pants. The housekeeper returned with a large garbage sack and to his horror a pair of plastic baby pants. Handing the pants to her oldest daughter, who quickly shook them out for all to see. He recognized them as her sister?s panties; she had worn them about a month ago as she still had problems at night, recalling that he had teased her at the time. They were light pink with rows of red and white lace circling them; her mother had called them her tennis panties. The housekeeper held open the garbage bag and he stuffed his soiled clothing into the bag. She instructed her daughter to hold open the panties and commanded that he step into them. Laughing mercilessly the daughter pulled the panties up around his waist and let the stiff elastic waistband go with a snap. The panties billowed out designed to cover much thicker protection then he was wearing. The housekeeper grabbed his hand and pulled him into the house telling him he was going to get a bath, her daughter chimed in asking if he should be punished for wetting his pants. Changing directions, he was pulled into the kitchen rather then going upstairs to the bathroom. He was placed in the corner and told not to move, all the while the other kids continued to teas him. It was not long before the other kids came home from school, they sympathized but there was not much they could do about it. About a half hour, before his mom was due home Colin was allowed to clean up and change his clothes. On the way upstairs the housekeepers daughter teasing him all the way upstairs about his pissy pants spanking his plastic covered bottom. He was able to get into the bathroom and close and lock the door, this was the first time since getting home that he was allowed the privacy he desperately needed. Standing in the middle of the room, he could feel the need to relieve himself; before he could stop, he released his bladder. The warm liquid pushed through the cold clammy training pants encasing his boyhood in a warm comforting blanket. The already soaked training pants could not contain the fresh liquid, which seeped to the bottom of the panties and pooled in a puddle. With a sob, shame washing over him he stepped in to the tub, pulled the plastic pants down as the warm liquid splashed against his ankles, and ran down the drain. Removing the soggy training pants, he threw both into the laundry basket. After his bath, he was able to sneak down the hall wrapped in a towel. Something his mother would never let him do. In his room he quickly dressed, not caring what clothing he put on he barely notices the pale green panties covered in yellow and white daisies. Slipping on a pair of shorts, shirt, and sandals he quietly slipped down the back stairs. Unfortunately, his timing was bad and he ran into his mother and the twins coming through the backdoor. Spinning around he started back up stairs but his mother stopped him, after looking at this nose for signs of damage she made the twins apologize. They both did so with flam shooting out of there eyes. He slipped past them and escaped out the backdoor. Rounding the garage, he ducked into an attached shed that his Dad kept all the yard tools in and slumped to the floor visibly shaking from the encounter. The shed was directly under the kitchen window and he could still hear his mother yelling at the twins. The voice faded and then came back as she marched them upstairs and into there room directly above the kitchen. He could tell by the tone that she was really mad, more about the fact the twins would not be allowed at the catholic school next year then what happened on the playground. Quite suddenly, the voice was intermixed with the sound of a leather belt slapping bare skin. Colin new the sound very well, her voice was soon drowned out by the cries from both twins. From the sounds of things, she must have laid them both on the bed and was alternating the beating between the two. There was little satisfaction in his mind as he closed his eyes and tried to block the sound of there cries, knowing full well that he would pay a hundred times for there beating over the summer. He must have slipped into a doze as the next thing he heard was the haunting peal of the church bells marking the time at 5:30. This was the single to be at home and in the house. He quickly stood and peaked through the dirty glass window in the door and slipped out of the shed. Two stories above Chris looking out the window caught the movement and watch as Colin slipped from his haven, a wicked smile slipping across his face. Chapter 3: The wrapping. . The next couple of weeks were uneventful, Colin managed to slip out of the house and stay away from his brothers while they were punished with yard chores. One evening in late June his mother announced that her and there Dad would be going on a trip for the month of July, Dad apparently had to do some continuing education and mom was going to go with him. It was decided since the older girls were already earning money picking berries at one of the local farms to have money for school clothes that the housekeeper would come over and stay with the younger kids. Colin protested to no avail expressing his dislike for the housekeeper and her children. Mom was firm and explained that the tickets and lodging had already been paid for. At that point, Colin knew he was in for it. The doorbell rang before diner was finished and all the kids rushed to the door. There stacked on the front porch were seven or eight large boxes with a note from the church saying these had been collected. On most occasions, the kids would gather around as mom went through and sorted the clothing by size, and or gender and then she would pass them out. Tonight was different though because she and Dad would be leaving in the morning and she had many other things to be done before she left. On five of the boxes the words, Baby / toddler were written in black marker. She instructed the older kids to gather these boxes and bring them up to Colin?s room, which was the largest of the three smaller kids and she usually sorted there clothes out because of the space. She told all of us that she would have the housekeeper go through them tomorrow. We returned to the diner table and finished diner and the dishes. Colin was instructed to take a quick bath and get ready for an early bed as the housekeeper would be over early and mom wanted us up to say goodbye. After his bath his mother tucked him into bed, the late summer evening light streamed through the window making it hard for him to fall asleep. Sneaking out of bed he made his way over the where the boxes set in the corner, waiting for the housekeeper to sort through them. He could not contain his curiosity and excitement about the prospect of getting new clothes, even if they were hand me downs. Maybe they would be little boy?s clothes and he would not have to ware these stupid nighties to bed. The first box he open changed his excitement to disgust and disappointment, there folded and stacked tightly were over fifty pairs of plastic diaper pants. Not only were they baby clothes he thought but most looked like girly clothes. Pink and yellow pastels many with what looked like little barnyard animals and little girls in sundresses. Many were either covered in lace on the back or completely encased. The ordeal of the housekeeper?s tennis panties flashed through his head. Disgusted he pushed the box away and opened another, this must have been the pair to the first box for inside he found stacks of cloth diapers folded tightly and compressed into the box. There must be over a 100 in here he thought as he struggled to close the box up. Grabbing the third box, he slowly opened the flap and looked inside. A sigh of despair escaped from his disappointed face. Inside the box neatly folded were various little girls? dresses, mostly summer dresses as families replaced last years clothing. Frustrated he returned to his bed, believing there would be no new clothes for him and drifted off to sleep. He was awakened with gentle sake from his mother telling him to get up and come down to breakfast. Groggy and tired he did not bother to change and stumbled down the stairs after his mom. Walking into the brightly lit kitchen, he realized his mistake to late and before he could scamper up and change, his brother had blocked his path. The housekeeper and her daughters were standing in the middle of the kitchen, while the two adults continued to talk Colin could see the wicked gleam and sneer wash over the oldest girl. With a snicker, she asked if the baby was wet in a quite voice, her taunt muffled by the conversations in the kitchen. Colin snapped back and told her to shut up, he was quickly rewarded with a smack from his mother and commanded to apologize. He mumbled an apology and softly set at the table. His two brothers set on either side of him, quietly as not to rile there mother, picking at his nightie and making soft comments on how sweet he looked and did she have any titties under her cute little nightie. Colin just shuddered knowing that the next month would be filled with terror. The housekeeper?s daughter added to the torment by asking him if his diaper needed changing. The boys just laughed and started to tease him with baby talk. His mother yelled at the boys to stop teasing the little ones that was a big help and reminded the housekeeper of the boxes of clothing that needed to be sorted and put away. With a quick goodbye, she and Dad were out the door. Chapter 4: New Tormentor The housekeeper finished putting breakfast on the table and everyone settled down, Colin quickly finished breakfast and slipped off his chair hopping to make a quick escape. As he darted around the table to scamper upstairs and change Chris deftly tripped him causing him to land on all floors, nightie halfway up his back exposing the light pink nylon panties his mother had put him in the night before. With a wolf whistle Chris jumped from the table, crouching over him his hands circled Colin?s chest fingertips pinching his nipples as he humped giggling and moaning in exaggerated lust. The other kids howled in glee as the housekeeper pulled Chris off. With out looking back Colin bolted across the floor on hands and knees until he reached the door, standing he shot out of the kitchen and escaped to his room, tears streaming down his face. Crying he threw himself on the bed and was soon fast asleep. He was awaken by voices and giggles and rolled over on the bed to see who was in his room. The housekeeper and her daughter were unpacking the boxes of clothing. The daughter seeing that he was awake commented about all the new clothes he had and how they would fit him very well. Yelling that they were not his, he quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and shirt heading out the door, but not before he heard her ask her mother, why Colin?s mom would put them in his room if they were not his. He ran from the house ducking into the garage quickly checking to see if he was in danger from the twins. Not seeing them, he headed out into the vast yard to play. After awhile he started to get hungry and soon heard the call of the housekeeper to come in for lunch. He scampered into the house, snatched a sandwich from the plate and a large cup of Kool-Aid from the counter, and set on the front porch. The sandwich was mostly peanut butter and he washed it down with the full glass of Kool-Aid going back in and refilling his glass. Looking down the block he spied the twins coming toward the house, he quickly slipped around the house and entered the shed, sitting on the floor thankful that he had escaped them for now. Unaware the housekeeper?s daughter had followed him his false sense of safety would soon be replaced with fear. Meanwhile back in the kitchen the twins were finishing there lunch when the housekeepers daughter reveled to Chris the whereabouts of his little sissy brother. The twins quickly gulped down the last of there sandwich and quickly left the table. Following silently behind the daughter watch with glee as the boys quietly creped around the side of the house coming up on the shed door, before they could open the door the neighbor in the next yard yelled at them wanting to know what they were creping around for. Colin heard the neighbor and jumped to his feet to flee. Through the dirty class he could see his twin brothers with revenge on there face and behind them the gleam of the housekeeper?s daughter. He reached for the door his haven becoming a trap but not before Chris quickly slipped the hasp over the ring and put the padlock through the ring. He had been caught with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide he picked up a pitchfork and held it up in a protective mode. The boys had disappeared, there faces replaced by the cruel laughing eyes of the tormenting daughter. Begging and pleading to be let out his cries were rewarded with her tongue sticking out and a shake of her head as she turned and left. Colin continued to yell and scream hopping someone would hear him after awhile he slumped back down sobbing gently he drifted off to sleep. He awoke a little while later, stood, and looked out the window, hoping one of his sisters would be in the yard and he could get her attention. He soon spied his tormenters the daughter whispering quietly to the twins, soon they were laughing and they all turned seeing him in the window and waved. The boys heading off into the neighborhood while the daughter skipped proudly away. Colin realized that he was going to be here awhile and sat in the corner and finished his Kool-Aid. As the long afternoon passed the cold damp cement floor seeped into, his body and he begin to regret the two glasses of Kool-Aid. He started to fidget and holler for someone to let him out that he had to use the bathroom. It never occurred to him to go in the corner on the floor. As he was standing with his legs crossed hand pinching off the flow, the daughters face appeared in the window. Smiling sweetly she asked him if he wanted out, he pleaded and begged her to release him. He was told she would let him out if he would wipe off the glass, stand in the middle of the shed, and pee his pants. He cried out, with one hand picked up an old rag, and quickly wiped a large part of the glass clean. He hobbled bent over to the middle of the shed. He turned and standing upright release his fingers, he was beyond caring as the warm liquid spurted out his shorts and ran down his bare legs. The release of the Kool-Aid and the cold cement floors causing his body to shiver in relief, his tormenter watched in awe as the wetness spread across the front of his shorts. Glancing down she could see the large puddle at his feet, rattling the lock she commanded him to sit down in the middle of the puddle while she unlocked the door. Already beyond caring, thoroughly humiliated and broken he sat dejectedly in the middle of the pool tears streaming softly down his face. She slowly peaked her head around the door, the twins pushing in beside her. Terrified Colin set whimpering awaiting the physical assault from the twins. To his surprise, the twins just stood there amazed while she informed him of the pact they had made. They would leave him alone if he kept his mouth shut and do everything she told him to do. If he even once opened his mouth and told on her the deal was off and they could do anything they wanted with him, relieved he shook his head in agreement. She turned to the twins and told them to take off. Still sitting on the floor shorts soaked front and back she explained the story he would tell her mother the housekeeper. He knew he was beat and could not win, she would be come his tormenter now and he was powerless. She slipped out of the shed and he waited a few minutes as instructed before he slumped out of the shed quite tears streaming down his face. He walked into the kitchen quietly sobbing not realizing that he had been setup again. The housekeeper screamed at him that she had just finished mopping the floor and there he stood in his rumpled piss soaked clothing dripping on the floor. He could see the twins in the background with a look of joy on there face he had never seen before. With a roar, the housekeeper swept down, snatched him up, and stood him up in the kitchen sink, screaming at the top of her lungs. Her daughter smiled and congratulating herself of such good timing, she had never seen her mother so mad. Her daughter made a comment about pissing his pants and the full realization washed over the housekeeper, she had assumed that he had gotten wet and now her anger was beyond rational. She yanked his clothing off and handed them to her daughter. Grabbing him and tucking him under her arm she spun out of the kitchen telling her daughter to come upstairs when she was done getting the clothes to the laundry. Chapter 5: The babysitter Her daughter arrived in the bathroom just as the housekeeper placed Colin over her lap and administered five hard whacks on his bare bottom. By the time she was done Colin was once again howling in pain tears streaming down his face. Picking him up and roughly placed him in the tub with the water running, all the while belittling him and calling him a baby. Talking over her shoulder she ask her daughter to go get some clothes for the little baby, that he would be in his room the rest of the night and would not be allowed out. The daughter scampered away and down the hall. The housekeeper turned off the water and washed him with a rough washcloth. She had laid him back in the tub to wash his hair when her daughter returned, arms full of clothes. As he sat up to rinse his hair, he heard the housekeeper complement her daughter on the clothes selection telling her how appropriate her selection was and to get everything ready on the floor behind her. As Colin stood up he could see what looked like diapers and plastic pants being set out on the floor. Protesting that he was too old for them the housekeeper spun him around and whacked him twice on his sore wet bottom. Telling him if he could not stay dry during the day she was not going to spend the month washing his sheets and clothing. She commanded him to stand in the tub until she helped him out. Going over to the sink, she rummaged around in the drawers until she found what she was looking for. Placing his face in a corner, she told him to stay until she was done. Although he could not see he knew by the laughter form the daughter, what ever was going on it was not going to be good. He heard the water comeback on for a short period of time and then stop. He was instructed to bend over, spread his cheeks open, and stay that way. Hesitating not wanting to expose himself to either of them he was rewarded by a sharp crack on his butt. His whimpers were accompanied by the daughter?s giggles as he bent at the waist and using both hands exposed his most private orifice. The housekeeper stated that she refused to do poppy diapers and that she was going to make sure that he was clean inside and out, horrified he started to rise as he felt something hard and slippery invading him. The object was pressed firmly inside as his back was held in a bent position. He was told to relax and that is would all be over in a few minutes, he quickly realized that he was being invaded with warm water. Soon he was squirming uncomfortably the pressure building in his insides. He was told the object was going to be removed but that he had to hold the water in until he was on the toilet the threats of a hard spanking reinforcing the need to keep it inside. He hobbled bent over to the toilet and was able to get close to the opening before his body exploded in a rush emptying everything into the toilet. The daughter had become strangely quite during the process, she had no idea what an enema was but had just learned. Colin sat on the toilet as the last of the water drain from inside, afraid that if he looked into the toilet he might find part of his insides floating in the mess. Soon he was pulled from the toilet and once again instructed to bend at the waist and spread his cheeks so his bottom could be thoroughly cleaned. Resigned and without protest he did as he was told. The housekeeper complained while cleaning him up that she did not have time to deal with another child in diapers and he had better shape up and stay dry. Her daughter sweetly volunteered to be his babysitter and take care of him until he proved he could stay dry. Her mother thought that would be an excellent idea, giving her daughter the opportunity to develop her babysitting skills without worry. She instructed Colin to go and lie down on the floor so he could be properly diapered and readied for bed. He did so without protest knowing there was nothing, he could do that would change her mind. As he lay there, the daughter quickly placed a pacifier in his mouth, which he promptly spit out and was quickly rewarded with a light thump on his mouth and told that he would mind his babysitter. The housekeeper informed her daughter that for daytime use the diapers that she had selected should be fine but when putting a baby down for the night she would want to make sure she added additional diapers to help soak up the liquid throughout the night. The daughter quickly returned with additional diapers and soon the mother was instructing her daughter on the proper way of diapering a baby. She grabbed his ankles and pushed his feet and hips backward until he was total exposed. Picking up the baby oil, she poured a liberal amount over his boyhood and rubbed it into his skin. The physical stimulation coupled with the oil produced the natural reaction that most boys experience. Colin heard the giggle escape from her daughter?s mouth as her mother explained that nasty boys always do that when they are rubbed down there. She finished by pouring a generous amount between his cheeks spreading it in gently over his already enflamed orifice. Once the baby oil had been applied, she turned to her daughter and told her she could finish starting with the baby powder. They changed places this time the daughter held his feet sprinkled power over him. Her mother encouraged her to put quite a bit on and to make sure she rubbed it in, as this would prevent any rash from starting. As Colin looked into her face, he was surprised that she was breathing somewhat fast and her face was red as if she had spent time in the sun. Soon the powder had been rubbed all over with a lot of attention applied to his boyhood. Her mother instructed her to pull the diaper up between his legs and lower his feet, she did as she was told and then tucked the top sides of the diaper over the backside, once her mother was satisfied she showed her how to pin the diaper. Two pins on each side one up at the waist and the other closer down toward the legs to keep it snug. The plastic panties came next the inside was sprinkled with baby powder and his feet were slipped though the leg opening and the panties were pulled up under him and around his waist. Tugged to his feet he was made to turn slowly so they could check and make sure the diaper was snugly under the panties with no chance of leaking. Seeing his reflection in the bathroom mirror, he realized the panties were covered in rows of frilly lace as was the waist and leg openings. Colin was told to put his hand above his head as his new babysitter pulled a nightie over his head. The nightie hung just below the waistband of the plastic panties, there would be no way to hide what he was wearing even if he could cover the bulkiness of the diapers. The nightie was a new one from the box of clothing left and was made of a shiny material that caused shivers on his skin whenever he moved. Sleeping beauty was printed on the front. His new babysitter was instructed to tuck him into bed; he would not get out of his room that evening. Holding his hand, she guided him down the hall. Colin was almost grateful for the support he soon discovered the extreme thickness of the diaper made him waddle unstable on his feet with no way to bring his legs together in a normal walk. Chapter 6: A night to remember He was soon tucked into bed as the daughter turned and went out the door she told him that she would be right back with his bottle. Returning with a bottle she placed it in his mouth, too exhausted to fight he nursed the bottle gently at first, soon sucking hungrily. About halfway through the bottle, the closet door swung open and the twins slipped out into the middle of the room. Standing by his new babysitter, they giggled and whispered between themselves. Chris moved closer to the bed and pulled the covers out of Colin?s hands, pulling them down and fully exposing his diapers and nightie. The other two crowded around as Chris reached out and ran his hands over the lacey ruffled plastic panties. The daughter whispered something in his ear and Colin saw the look of glee cross Chris?s face. Without hesitation, Chris pulled his shorts down, naked underneath and climbed on the bed. Prying Colin?s legs apart, he lifted one of the lacey leg openings and lay on top of Colin, but not before slipping his sex under the opening. It was not long before Colin realized what was happing, as the sound of liquid hitting the plastic pants was very loud in the silence of the room. Soon the warm wetness again spread across his boyhood as the diapers soaked up the stream of fluid. The noise stopped after awhile but Chris continued to lie on top. Soon he started a slow thrusting movement; Colin could feel something firm pressing into the soggy warmth as Chris?s breathing became faster and his thrusts harder. With out warning a moan escaped from Chris as his body shuddered in spasms. After a time he unwound himself and climbed off the bed, slowly pulling up his shorts covering his now hard sex. The daughter stood beside the bed a look of awe on her face and eyes glassed over. John quickly pushed her aside and was soon naked between Colin?s legs; instead of lying on top of him, he rolled him over on his stomach and lay on his back. He too placed his sex under the plastic panties and once again, the sound of liquid splashing against plastic was heard over the ragged breathing of the babysitter. This time the warmth spread across his bottom, meeting the warmth of Chris and soon Colin was encased in a warm wet blanket. Not to be out done by Chris, John pulled Colin up on his knees and started a slow rhythm of thrusts. Colin could feel the hardness pressing into his diapered bottom as the thrust came faster and harder. John moaned as his body shuddered in spasms, pressing Colin flat into the bed he laid on top continuing with slow measured thrust. After awhile he slowly slipped off and rolled off the bed as Colin rolled over, bottle still in his mouth. His new babysitter stood beside the bed, eyes far away, and her hand moving slowly away from her crotch. She shooed the twins out of the room and closed the door returning to the side of the bed. Looking down on him, she threatened him with a beating from the twins if he so much as said a word about this to anybody. Nodding his head in understanding, the bottle clamped tightly between his lips terrified of what had transpired. She stood fascinated thinking about what she had witnessed, slowly pulling down the front of his plastic panties, he was surprised as her hand gently explored his wet diaper. He heard a quick intake of breath as her hand jerked back from her explorations. He could see something gooey on the tips of her fingers as she brought it close to her face. He watched in fascination as her fingers came close to her nose sniffing them to see what they smelled like. Rubbing them together until the goop had disappeared and sigh escaped her lips. Shocked Colin watched as she slowly removed her shorts and her white lace panties. As if in slow motion she crawled up on the bed, with her back to him she straddled his diapered waist one knee on each side, hands supporting as she leaned slightly forward. In that, position Colin could clearly see the puffy mound of her womanhood between her slightly spread legs. Startled as a slight incredibly bright yellow stream trickled from her puffiness quickly increasing in force, the dampness and pale stain left by the twins was nothing compared to the torrent escaping her. Within moments, the front of his diaper changed into a bright yellow warm wet blanket. Soon the warmth spread around to the back and he was grateful of the plastic still covering his bottom as the liquid pooled under him, eventually soaked backup into the extra thick diaper. After what seemed forever, the stream dwindled and stopped. He had not moved the whole time and wondered if he had forgotten to breathe as he struggled to catch his breath. Soon she started to thrust is a similar pattern as the twins, not thrusting but rubbing herself on his warm wet diaper. Shocked he watched as a fold in the diaper pressed between her puffiness and he could she a light pink slit where the diaper was sliding in between. He heard her gasp as the rubbing quickened and he was shocked to feel his boyhood hard like it had been with the baby oil. Soon shivers ran up her back as she lay face down between his feet, her body pressing down on his legs. Lying like that gave him a complete view of her privet area. He was surprised to see her little brown poop hole twitching almost winking at him, without thinking his hand moved and his finger touched the twitching hole in curiosity. He heard a muffled scream as the tip of his finger gently brushed the object of his curiosity and quickly snapped his hand back, but not before the bed shook with the convulsions from his babysitters body. Thinking he may have hurt her, he started to whimper not knowing what to do. She lay quietly for a few moments and then rolled off him. He watched as she stood with her back to him and pulled on the lacey white panties and her shorts. Turning and standing in front of him she gently pulled up the plastic panties around his now soaked diaper making sure nothing was left out to leak and gently kissed him on the forehead thanking him for being such a good baby. Telling him to sleep well because tomorrow would be a busy day, he rolled over with his face to the wall and drifted off to sleep. Chapter 7: The first day of a new life Colin awoke with the light of the morning sun coming through the window, rolling over he glanced at the clock beside the bed and realized it was early, just after 6:00 AM. He felt comfortable laying in his room the house still asleep; he had no fears of his brothers at this time of the day. Laying there with the warm wet blanket of security wrapped around his boyhood he was surprised when with out thought his bladder released. The diapers were thoroughly soaked from the previous evening and he must have continued wetting through the night. It was a good thing that his new babysitter had made sure of the extra thickness otherwise he would have leaked. He rolled over and drifted off to sleep as the fresh warmth invaded the diaper. Some time later he was awaked by a soft shaking of his shoulder, rolling over he found his new babysitter smiling down at him, cooing sweetly that breakfast was ready. Climbing slowly out of bed he stood in his nightie and thoroughly soaked diaper, before he could remove his nightie he was being pulled along the hallway and down the stairs. His presences in the normally chaotic kitchen resulted in a silence as quite as a church. Dressed as he was, in a girl?s nightie and lacey plastic baby panties it was obvious what was under the panties and that he was very wet. The kitchen erupted in laughter and jeers, in tears he turned to get away. He was stopped short by the threat of his new babysitter that she would pound the crap out of anyone that teased her new baby and grabbing his hand lead him to the table. Colin sat there enjoying his newfound protector and watched as she glared at each of the kids, he really did not care that she was the cause of there laughter towards him, he was just happy that they had stopped. The rest of the breakfast was quite as he finished his oatmeal and toast, washing his face his new protector gently lead him out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom talking sweetly to him. She laid out a changing pad on the floor and guided him to it gently pushing him on his back. Reaching up she pulled the ruffled panties down and slowly unpinned the soggy blanket of warmth from around his waist. Lying there fully exposed he experience the warmth of a wash cloth gently swabbing his bottom and boyhood, without supervision from her mother the babysitter enjoyed a great deal of time on his boyhood. When he was thoroughly clean, she applied baby oil to the recently cleaned area, once again spending a great deal of time between his legs and was rewarded with the natural reaction of her soft slipper hands stimulating his boyhood. With her thumb and forefinger she ensured that his little wand was thoroughly oiled, and the two tiny globes underneath. Colin laid there not knowing how to react to the pleasure that he was experiencing, glancing at her face he could see it was red and her breathing was very fast, she soon pushed his knees back and continue her soft creases on his bottom. Before he grasped what was happing he felt a slippery finger press inside his little brown hole, gasping with surprise he squeezed tightly as she cooed to him in baby talk. Her presence was not at all uncomfortable, and he relaxed, as she continued to probe his insides. Lying confused he watch her hand slip down the front of her pants and soon her body was racked with shivers just like the night before when he had touched her poop hole in curiosity. Having completed her task with the baby oil she soon had the container of baby powder and sprinkled from this tummy down all over his bottom and his boyhood, making sure that she lifted up his little wand and powder underneath. Next, she pushed his knees back and placed a fresh dry diaper under his bottom, rolling him back down she quickly pulled the front of the diaper through his legs and efficiently pin both sides. The waterproof pants were slipped over his feet and gently pulled up over the diaper; the pants were a dingy white and very loud, nowhere near as soft as the lacy ones he had worn to bed. Placing a pacifier in his mouth, she got up and went to his dresser, looking for clothing to put on over the diapers. He lay quietly not wanting to lose the feeling of love and affection that had so quickly replaced the fear and terror of the past few weeks. She returned with a pair of yellow shorts and a white top, slipping the shorts on over his feet she attempted to pull them up over his diapered bottom. She soon realized the added thickness would prevent him wearing the clothes in his dresser; she turned to the boxes of clothing still stacked on the floor. The previous day she and her mother had gone through all of the boxes and sorted the clothing out. Reaching into one of the boxes she pulled out a pale yellow sundress with white daisy?s embroider on the front. Humming softly she gently pulled him to his feet and had him stretch his hands over his head. Explaining gently that his clothes would not fit over a diaper and that he would have to ware something else, she slipped the dress over his head and let it fall. Along with the dress were matching panties, yellow with white ruffles of lace across the back and a single white daisy on the front. She gently helped him step into the panties and pulled them up over the plastic pants. Letting the dress fall the hem came just below his waist about half way down the panties, ruffles clearly visible. She slowly turned him around to make sure everything was into place and then led him over to the full length mirror hanging on the inside of the door. His face fell as he saw his reflection in the mirror, sobbing gently as tears seeped from the corner of his eyes; he looked like a toddler dress to play. There was no mistaking what he was wearing, the ruffles clearly visible under the dress and the unmistakable bulge under them. She scoped him up in her arms gently rocking him whispering softly not to cry that she would take good care of her little baby and that they would have fun together. Besides, she said if he did not like it, she would just let the twins have some fun with him. His sense of security was replaced with a feeling of terror and he understood that he would have to make her happy if he wanted to survive the next couple of weeks. He smiled and shook his head yes when she asked him if he like the clothing that she had picked out. Chapter 8: Making her happy Gently guiding him down the stairs they ran into her mother, explaining that none of his clothes would fit over his diapers the only thing she could find was the toddler dresses the church had dropped off. Her mother told her that she had picked out a cute dress and that her little baby looked so cute in the ruffles. He was soon led outside, place on a big blanket in the front yard, and told to play with his little sisters. All morning long, he played house and dolls with his little sisters and the housekeepers daughters. Shortly before lunch his babysitter slipped her hand up his dress and felt his diapers, she seemed sad that he was not wet. He tried hard all morning not to drink too much; he wanted to stay dry in the hopes that he would be released from his torment. When she wasn?t looking, he got up from the blanket and snuck around the side of the house hopping to slip through the backdoor into the bathroom. He was sure he had enough room to slip his boyhood through the leg opening and use the bathroom without anyone knowing about it. That way he could stay dry, get out of diapers, and back into his own clothes. He rounded the corner looking over his shoulder and ran into the twins, Chris quickly slipped behind him not allowing for a retreat. Laughing at the little sissy John pulled the dress up and thrust his hand down the front of his diapers, asking if the little pussy was wet. Colin just stood there trembling as he felt his boyhood being squeezed. John snorted in disgust telling Chris he was dry as a bone. Without warning, Colin felt the warm wetness spreading across his bottom as Chris quickly pulled his panties and plastic pants down and begin peeing on him, John saw what was going on and before long followed suit and before long his diaper was once again completely soaked. Turning both took off and left him to tuck in his diapers and make sure his panties covered the plastic pants. Returning to the front yard, he walked up to his babysitter, stood in front of her, and emptied his bladder. She could tell by the look on his face what was happing and squatting down beside him gave him a big hug holding him snugly whispering what a good baby he was to use his diapers. Enjoying her attention and warmth, he felt strangely secure in the warm wetness surrounding him. Gathering up the blanket, she herded the little ones in for lunch, gently guiding Colin along with her. Lunch was uneventful and afterwards he was led up stairs for his nap. Laying him on the changing pad she removed his sundress and ruffled panties, pulling down the plastic pants she cooed encouragement for using his diapers and for wetting so much, between the twins and his full bladder his diapers were soaked, she committed that she would have to double them up in the future. Once again without her mother in the room a great deal of time was spent in applying baby oil to his boyhood, again the slippery finger found its way inside of him as her hand strayed down her pants and her body shook with tremors. His boyhood was stiff and the more she rubbed oil on it the better it felt, all of a sudden he felt something escape his body almost like peeing but different. He looked down and the end of his boyhood was covered in clear fluid. She stopped abruptly, leaning over so her face was only inches away looking hard at the fluid that was seeping from him. Tentatively her tongue touched the fluid and then without warring she gobbled up his boyhood. Shocked he yelped thinking she was going to bite it but very quickly, he felt the warm wetness of her mouth washing his hard little wand and her tongue licking the tiny globes attached. She quickly licked off all the fluid from his tummy as well and then diapered and put fresh pink plastic panties over the top. Scooping him up she lay on the bed with him at her side, gently stroking his head she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and laid it open. Pulling down the bar, Colin got his first look at a developing breast as she gently guided his lips to the nipple. Instinct took over as he gently nursed at her breast. Her hand moved down between her legs inside her pants as she softly stroked her woman hood and he drifted gently off to sleep, safe secure and felling loved for the first time in a long time. Apparently, they both must have fallen asleep as he awoke later with her curled by his side, he must have moved as she softly stirred waking gently from her own little nap. The first thing she did was check to see if he was wet, he was disappointed that he was still dry as he was starting to enjoy the process of being changed by her, especially the baby oil part. She grabbed a romper from the box and pulled it over his head, this time the top did just came to his waist leaving the pink plastic panties with the white diapers clearly visible. Not caring anymore what he looked like he was just happy to be with her as the both headed down the stairs and out in the yard to play again. Late in the afternoon, she got out the sprinkler and let him run through it with just his diaper and panties on. Around 5:30 she dried him off and checked his diapers, he was damp but she had doubled the thickness and told him he could wait until after diner. Diner with all the kids was much like breakfast, no one dared teas him at this point too frightened of her wrath. After dinner, she whispered something to the twins and then brought him up to the bathroom to get ready for bed. She quickly removed his damp diapers and started the bath water placing him in it she hurried to his room and got his nightclothes. Returning she locked the door behind her and gently washed his body with a warm cloth. After she had completed washing his hair, she stood him up and faced him in the corner. Reaching back, she unlocked the door and he felt a cool draft of air creep in. He heard giggling and recognized the twin?s evil giggle. Frightened he turned but she reassured him that she would protect him. Telling him to bend over so she could wash his insides out he again felt the cold plastic enter his poop hole. Having been invaded more the once today it did not hurt as much this time and he soon felt the stream of warm water enter inside. The twins continued to giggle as he stood quietly waiting to be allowed to release the pressure that was building up. After a few moments, he was allowed to hobble over to the toilet and he let lose a stream of filth into the bowel. The twins laughed as they heard the roar of the water exiting his bottom. The babysitter gently laid him down on the changing pad and proceeded with the baby oil treatment. Having the twins in the room seemed to excite her more and she rubbed his boyhood until once again the clear liquid erupted, this time there was no hesitation on her part as her warm wet mouth engulfed his shrinking boyhood and she cleaned him up. She pressed his knees back over his head exposing his little brown hole for the twins to see. He heard there sharp intake of breath as she slipped a well oiled finger inside him, by now he had expected it and laid quietly as her hand slid between her leg and moved with the same rhythm as the finger inside him. Soon the shivers racked her body as her breathing quickened. Colin could see the twin?s faces red and wet they too were breathing hard. Finishing her business, she shooed the twin?s out the door and locked it behind them. An expert now on the aspects of diapering she quickly got him ready for bed. He stood up wearing a triple thick diaper and a Pooh Bear nightie, the extra thickness felt strange between his legs and he soon discovered he could barely walk with the added padding between his legs. Holding her had he toddled down the hallway to his bedroom. The events of the previous night were replayed. The twin?s were waiting for him when she laid him on the bed, once again they slipped there sex between his plastic panties and proceeded to pee heavily inside the cover. Again, Chris lay on top when he was done peeing but his thrust this time were not slow and gentle. He rutted like a pig as his hips pounded into the wet diaper as before his body was soon shaking. John was quick to follow suit and rolled him over and wetting the backside of his diaper. Grabbing Colin?s hips he pulled him to his knees and quickly before anyone could stop him pushed the diaper aside and with one quick thrust entered Colin?s little brown hole. Too, frighten to do anything other then press his face into the pillow and cry. John wasted no time and was soon thrusting in and out; all the while, Chris and the babysitter were mesmerized by what was taking place. John took one mighty thrust and a loud groan escaped from his chest as he emptied himself into Colin. Pulling John off the babysitter quickly shooed them out of the room. Coming back to the bed, she slowly examined Colin?s little brown hole for any sign of damage. Finding none she rolled him over and without hesitation pulled her shorts and panties off and straddled his waist, once again back to him she leaned over and Colin watched fascinated by the yellow stream coming from her womanhood. Finishing her business, she turned around facing him and moved up towards his face. Cooing gently she promised not to hurt him and she gently command that he lick her womanhood. Colin tentatively stuck his tongue out and touched her puffiness, strangely salty but not unpleasant he ran his tongue up her womanhood as if licking an ice-cream cone. She press herself gently down on his face as he licked faster, shocked when his tongue disappeared inside her as she moaned and shook on top of him. Without warning, she released a salty sticky liquid on his face and in his mouth. Panicking, Colin licked faster so that he could breathe, the babysitter continued rubbing her womanhood up and down his face moaning and shaking her body out of control. Soon spent she climbed off him and gently wiped his face, lying down beside him still half-naked she opened her top and presented him her breast. He drifted off to sleep, wet warmth surrounding him. The rain rapped the window as Colin awoke slowly the next morning, soaked but content in the security of the warm wetness around him. Peaking between the curtains the sky reveled a summer storm had moved in, from the looks of the clouds it was going to be an all day affair. He laid there wondering what was in store for him today, he enjoyed the attention from the babysitter but he hated it when she let the twins have there way, at least they were not beating him up anymore. Although his bottom still hurt from John?s abuse of the night before. It wasn?t long before his bedroom door was opened and the babysitter arrived to lead him down the stairs to breakfast. Breakfast was uneventful; a nice change from the previous week, the other kids were now used to seeing him in a diaper and nightie. After breakfast he returned to his room, being informed that since they could not play outside they would spend the day playing dress-up but first he needed changing. He lay on the changing pad, enjoying the attention that he was getting as the babysitter unpinned his soggy diaper and placed it in the diaper pail. After washing him off with a baby wipe she rubbed baby oil on her hands and massaged is boyhood until it was hard, without warning Colin watched as she bent over and slipped his boyhood into her mouth, it was so warm and wet and enjoyable that he quickly got over his shock. She sucked on his boyhood until he felt something squirt out the top; it felt so good it almost hurt. Soon his little boyhood shrunk to its normal soft size and she finished oiling and diapering him, making sure that his little brown hole was well oil after the abuse from the previous night. As he laid there on the changing pad thinking about the past week as the babysitter placed a pacifier in his mouth and told him to lie quietly while she looked for something for him to ware. He laid there with just his thick diaper happy for her attention; the babysitter was humming softly as she dug through the boxes of clothing. The rest of the morning was spent trying on the various dresses and clothing donated by the church. Lunch was uneventful and the afternoon quickly passed, right before dinner the babysitter decided that she would dress Colin up for dinner. She applied pink nail polish to both his fingers and toes, along with a light touch of makeup as well as a light pink lipstick. Next, a dry diaper, noisy plastic panties and a set of light pink tights with ruffled bottom. A lacey silk slip was slipped over his head and hung to just below his waist. The slip was soon covered with a white lace communion dress minus the tiara and white slip on shoes completed the outfit. Because of his short hair, you could plainly tell he was a boy but that was the only tell tail sign. The babysitter picked up a wide rimed floppy summer hat and placed it on his head. The transformation was complete, with out the short hair he looked like a cute little catholic girl ready for church. She led him down the stairs and into the kitchen for dinner, his presence stunned the rest of the kid into silence, completely dressed as a little girl complete down to the white sandals and light pink tights along with the nail polish and makeup. Dinner was quite and quickly finished, when the babysitter announced that it was time for her little girl to get ready for bed, Colin was up from the table and followed her out of the kitchen. Colin was led to the bathroom and quickly undressed, he was surprised that his diaper was wet, he could not recall wetting and did not realize that he had pretty much lost his toilet training. He was placed into the baby oil bath and washed clean; once again, he was stood bent over to accept the cleansing from the inside as he had been subjected to for the past week. He had forgotten the last time he had set on the toilet and went poop, he system was so used to the daily enema that it would be a long time before he would be able to use the bathroom for normal functions. The babysitter slipped the lock on the door while he was sitting on the toilet expelling the liquid from his insides, the twins snuck through the door and giggling at his painted nails and toes waiting until he had finished. Before he could clean himself off Chris grabbed him and pushed him to the floor on his hands and knees. Mounting him from behind he thrust his boyhood deep inside Colin?s slippery stretched little brown hole and pounded his body with thrust after thrust. John not wanting to be left out of the fun grabbed Colin?s hair pulling his head from off the floor and thrust his thick hard boyhood between Colin?s lips forcing him to accept the warm firm object less he choke on it. Colin could see the babysitter?s reflection in the mirror, her eyes glazed over and her hand down the front of her shorts as the boys continued to pound him from both sides. Not long after the ordeal started the object in his mouth, begin to expand, without warning, his mouth erupted in warm salty goop and his bottom felt like liquid fire. Gagging on the goop in his mouth, he was unable to swallow it all as it spurted around his lips and dribbled down his face. Mercifully, he felt Chris extract himself from his backside. He was shocked as hot steamy liquid splashed on his back, Chris was giggling and Colin realized that Chris was peeing on him, John not to be out done pulled out of his mouth and did the same, both streams hitting the middle of his back as they laughed in glee. The twins slipped out the door as quickly as they had come in, the babysitter was still in a state of trance, Colin still on his hands and knees his body wracked in uncontrollable sobs. With in moments the babysitter had him back in the tub cleaning him off and washing his hair and face. She gently dried him off and laid him on the floor, rubbing his body down with baby oil, she bent and once again slipped his boyhood into her mouth, licking and sucking until it too release a salty clear liquid into her mouth. Colin was soon back in a double thick diaper and plastic pants and a frilly nightie, laying on the floor he watch as she sat on the toilet, it looked as if she had a diaper on as well. Seeing his questioning look, she explained that once a month she had to ware a small diaper, to catch her baby juice. Some day she said she would have her own baby, and with a faraway look in her eyes said in a whisper she new how she could get one sooner. She finished cleaning herself and led him to the bedroom where she tucked him in and placed a bottle in his mouth. Colin drifted off to sleep worried that he may not be her baby any more. The next morning was warm and sunny and after breakfast he was allowed to play outside, with only a diaper and plastic panties on he played on a blanket all morning in the front yard, oblivious to the neighborhood kids that ran by laughing at him. The day passed quickly and the after dinner bath routine continued, only this time there was a change. The twins slipped through the door, eager to replay the previous night?s activities. Tonight was different; as Colin steeled himself to another night of abuse, the babysitter stopped the twins. She asked them if they wanted to help make a baby with her as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her shorts down. It was Colin?s turn to watch mesmerized as she guided Chris?s manhood inside her. Colin watched as Chris thrust his hips faster and faster and then his back went rigid and a loud groan escaped from his mouth. Chris rolled off the babysitter and she quickly grabbed John and placed him inside, John quickly followed suit and was soon grunting as he thrust inside her. The twins quickly slipped out the door and soon C