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When I was 4 after I went to morning pre-school my mother would drop me off at day care which was run by a friend of hers out of her home. I had made friends with a girl named Tanya who was almost 6 and we would play together most days that we were there. One day we were in the family room (which was in the basement, not that it matters) playing 'Kerplunk" just before lunch. While we were playing I noticed Tanya start to fidget and rock from side to side. Abruptly she stood up and said that she had to pee. She started heading upstairs to the washroom but when she reached the middle of the carpet she stopped. I asked her what she was doing and she said that she wasn't going to make it. She turned around and spread her legs and... for several seconds nothing happened (which lead me to believe that she actually would have made it) but then suddenly she began pissing her pants. She looked down at her crotch (where my gaze was fixed) as her pink pants suddenly darkened from the urine flowing into them. Some of her pee ran down the insides of her legs while the majority of it having saturated the fabric of her pants streamed through and onto the 70's 'puke-green' carpet. Tanya didn't seem at all upset, she looked as though 6 year olds pee their pants all the time. One of the other children who was playing in the family room went upstairs to tell Fern (the woman who ran the daycare) what Tanya was doing and shortly after Tanya finished wetting her pants Fern walked into the room and took Tanya by the arm upstairs. One of Fern's daughters (in her mid teens) gathered all the rest of the children and sat us down for lunch. About five minutes later Tanya's tear-streaked face emerged from the main bathroom followed by Fern. Tanya was still wearing her pink top but her pants, socks and apparently her underwear were gone and in thier place Tanya was wearing Pampers. Upon seeing her waddling towards the lunch table clad only in her pink top and diapers all the kids began laughing at the 6 year old in diapers, that is all the kids but me. After being scolded by Fern the other kids piped down and we continued to eat our lunch. While we were eating I couldn't help looking at Tanya's diapered crotch, I wasn't staring but I kept taking glances at it. I remembered that no more than a week earlier Tanya and I had been curiously feeling the diaper of one of the toddlers at the daycare in an attempt to discern wheather or not he had soiled or mearly wet his diaper.

After lunch all the children were put down for a nap. I didn't sleep, images of Tanya in Pampers kept filling my mind. After our nap none of the other kids wanted to play with Tanya except me. So we continued to play by ourselves. We were playing 'Connect Four' and I had been asking Tanya what it felt like to be wearing Pampers. "A bit weird but nice." came her slow and calculated reply. A little while later Tanya told Fern that she needed to pee. To which Fern replied, "I'm not going to have you waste a perfectly good diaper so you might as well pee in that. After you've wet your diaper come find me and we'll get you changed." Try as she might Tanya couldn't pee while sitting down so she stood up and wet her diaper right in front of me. I watched, mesmorized as it started to sag from the weight of the urine and turn a pale yellow instead of it's pristeene white. Once she was finished peeing to my surprise Tanya sat down and finished the game we were playing before going off to find Fern. About 10 minutes later Tanya came back wearing another diaper and said, "Fern says my clothes aren't dry yet. We continued playing until my mom came to pick me up. Life pretty much returned to normal except that I couldn't get the image of Tanya wearing diapers out of my head.

About a week after Tanya's diapering ordeal I was at the daycare having my nap when I woke up having to pee. I was about to get out of bed and go to the bathroom when the image of Tanya appeared in my mind. I had to know what wearing diapers felt like so instead of getting out of bed I just lay there and waited...I didn't have to wait very long before mother nature took it's course and a trickle of pee escaped into my pants. I had to fight the urge to clamp down on this escape and relax, picturing myself in Pampers as another trickle began to flow into my pants and before I knew it the trickle had turned into a stream and I was pissing my pants like a toddler. I was acutely aware of the sensation as the warm pee spread through my underwear and pants and began pooling around my butt unable to get past the plastic sheet that covered the mattress. I had just finished peeing when Fern came in to get us up from our naps and discovered that I had wet the bed. She led me into the main bathroom as pee seeped from my saturated crotch down my legs. She closed the door and lifted me up onto the changing table that occupied one wall of the bathroom. "Looks like someone had a little accident," She said as she pushed me back into a lying position, "but don't worry we'll have you cleaned up in a jiff." Fern pulled down my wet pants exposing my now yellow tighty-whities which she promptly removed as well leaving me naked apart from a t-shirt and a pair of socks. I was trying to look suitably upset in order to maintain the illusion that this was indeed an accident and not a deliberate wetting. Fern washed my groin with a washcloth with the speed and efficency that running a daycare would develop. "Now don't move." she said as she turned her attention to the numerous boxes of Pampers of various sizes that sat adjacent to the changing table. Having picked one that she thought would fit me properly she unfolded it and lifted my legs so that she could slide it under my bum before dusting me liberally with baby powder. She drew the front of the diaper up between my legs and taped it closed and voilla... I was wearing Pampers. I was amazed at how comfortable the diaper was, it seemed natural as if I was supposed to be wearing diapers. I was also thrilled at the way it crinkled every time I moved as if to boldly say "I AM WEARING A DIAPER!!!" and it felt soooo good. Fern lowered me to the ground and gave me a swat on my diapered behind, "Now go play, but come see me if you go pee pee or poo poo." Then it dawned on me that not only could I wet but I could also mess in my diaper. Unable to fully close my legs due to the padding between them I waddled off in search of Tanya. Not being as old as Tanya I didn't have to endure the laughter to quite the extent that she did but some of the other kids laughed anyway once they saw the diaper wrapped securely around my loins. Even Tanya had to surpress a snicker after seeing my condition. "I was wondering where you were. Wet the bed huh?" she asked non-chalantly. I nodded and whispered under my breath, "On purpose." Her eyes went wide in shock, "What?!?" "I wet the bed on purpose." I repeated. "Why?" was Tanya's responce. "So I'd be put in Pampers. Why else?" "Well what do you think?" Tanya inquired. "I love them," I beamed, "I never want to wear anything else. I want to wear diapers all the time." Tanya just shrugged at that and the conversation was dropped. We played for about 2 hours before I had to pee again but unlike Tanya I didn't have to stand up. As a matter of fact I didn't even miss a beat as soon as I felt the urge to pee I just gave a little push and continued playing Snakes & Ladders while simultaenously wetting my diaper. I was almost finished peeing before Tanya even noticed that I was doing it. Like her I waited until the game was over before I went to tell Fern that I needed my diaper changed. Upon seeing my sagging soggy diaper Fern put her arm around me and said, "Lets go change you into a nice fresh diaper." and led me to the bathroom. Once my diaper was changed I resumed playing with Tanya until my mother arrived to take me home.

"Mike, your mom's here!" Fern called.I walked into the kitchen where Fern and my mom were just as Fern was handing my washed and dried clothes to mom saying, "Mike had a little accident during his nap, so I put him in Pampers for the rest of the afternoon. Mom turned to look at me, standing in the kitchen doorway wearing just a t-shirt, socks and a diaper. "Well I guess you might as well just wear that diaper until we get home." Mom commented. We got in the car and started driving home. "Wetting the bed like a little baby..." Mom began shortly after we left Fern's. "Maybe we should just keep you in diapers. How would you like that?" she added. I didn't know if she was being serious or not so I didn't answer. I didn't think she'd be too receptive to the answer, "That's what I want more than anything else in the whole world." so I just let the topic die there. About half an hour later we were almost at the grocery store when I had to pee again. I automatically began wetting my diaper without even thinking about it. Mom didn't notice until we were pulling into the parking lot. "Did you just wet that diaper?" she asked rhetorically. "Do you WANT to go back to diapers? I didn't answer for a second so mom urged, "Well? Do you?" I let out a meek, "Yes." Mom just looked at me, "You do, do you?" Again I meekly answered, "yes." Mom sighed, "Alright then, come with me little boy." I looked down at my obviously soaked diaper and mom picked up on my thoughts, "If you're going to wear diapers you'd better get used to the idea of people seeing you in a wet diaper. Come on." With great trepidation I got out of the car and followed mom into the store avoiding meeting the gazes of the strangers who were curious as to why a boy of my age would be walking around a grocery store wearing an obviously wet diaper. We did our grocery shopping as usual until we hit the baby aisle. Inwardly I was smiling as mom added powder and lotion, a diaper bag, a changing mat and lastly 2 boxes of Pampers toddler plus diapers to our cart. Then we headed for the check-out. While the cashier was ringing our groceries through she commented to mom, "We do have a baby change station in the back of the store." Mom smiled at her and nodded, "Thank you but we're very close to home so it won't be necessary." I looked around and saw that a large number of people were giving questioning looks to the mother and her 4 year old baby in the wet diapers. We packed up the car and headed home.

Once we arrived home and brought the groceries in from the car we were greeted by my 7 year old sister who was understandably curious as to why we had 2 boxes of Pampers in our shopping that is until she saw me. "Why is Mike wearing diapers?" she asked mom. "Your brother has decided that he wants to go back to wearing diapers so from now on he will be wearing diapers 24 hours a day 7 days a week." My sister just shrugged her shoulders and walked away while mom grabbed my baby supplies and said, "Follow me." As we made our way to my room mom explained how things were going to be, "Listen carefully young man, there are going to be some changes around here. As I told your sister from now on you are going to wear diapers 24/7. From now on the toilet is off limits to you, if I catch you trying to use the toilet I'll spank you till you're black and blue is that understood?" I nodded my agreement. "From now on if you have to go to the bathroom you'll go in your diaper, both number 1 and number 2. You are not allowed to take off your diapers PERIOD if you need your diaper changed tell me or your sister and we'll do it. When you're at home you will not wear anything over your diaper so we can see if it is wet or messy. You will wear diapers to pre-school and daycare and if you feel embarassed just remember this is what YOU wanted so be prepared to be in diapers AT LEAST til your next birthday. Once we got to my room mom had me open my dresser drawers and made me throw all my underwear in the garbage she then filled the drawer with diapers. She cleared off the top of my dresser and put down the changing mat and all the other diaper change essentials. Then she laid me down on my new changing table and proceeded to change me into a nice clean, dry diaper. "Now you can go play while I get supper ready." I went and found my sister watching TV so I sat down beside her. She looked at me and asked, "So what made you decide to go back to wearing diapers?" I looked at her, "I wanted to, they're comfy, I can pee and poo in them and not have to stop what I'm doing. Watch." I had felt the need to poop building since we were shopping and now I was going to crap in my diaper. I soon discovered that while I could quite easily pee while sitting down going poop was another matter. I tried to find a position that would make it easier for me and after a few minutes found that being on my hands and knees with my legs spread far apart was the most comfortable position. Once I was on my hands and knees a small push was all it took. First I let out a loud fart then my bowels pushed a hot load of mushy poop into the waiting seat of my diaper. I felt it spread between my butt cheeks then it hit the diaper causing it to bulge out from my butt and forcing the poop to spread its way across my ass and down towards my scrotum. I was transfixed, never having deliberately shit my pants before, the feeling was unbelievable then it suddenly got better as I finished pooping I automatically began peeing. I collapsed on the floor in a wave of extacy. My sister called, "Mom, Mike pooped in his diaper!" Mom came and took me up to my room and changed my diaper then we sat down to dinner................To be continued??(If people want to read more)