With that, she left the room. Me and Brian started talking, and he asked, “What’s with her?”

“Well,” I said. “She just wants to make sure. She asked me the same thing the first night she watched me. And since you don’t wet the bed, you don’t need to think anything else about it.”

Ok, before I go into what we actually did to Brian, you might read it and think it’s pretty mean. But hey, he had embarrassed me at school a few weeks ago, claiming he didn’t mean anything by it and that it was all in good fun. Well, this was just my way of getting him back, and it was also all in good fun.

Anyway, after we talked a bit more, we got tired and fell asleep. However, about 8 o’clock the next morning, I felt Sandy wake me up. She had used an alarm clock to get up, and she told me to keep quiet so I wouldn’t wake Brian up. She had with her a bowl of warm water.

We didn’t bother with the whole dipping the hand in warm water gag. Instead, being very careful, Sandy lifted up Brian’s blanket and lightly poured the water over Brian’s crotch. Luckily he didn’t wake up. As we both giggled, she told me to pretend I was asleep and get ready because she would be coming in to wake us up.

As I lay back down and closed my eyes, I heard Sandy leave and then come back in and yell “Alright, boys, I know it’s Saturday, but you gotta get up!”

As I acted like I had just gotten up, I felt Sandy yank my blanket off of me (I had slept on the floor and given Brian my bed). I gave a fake yawn as I looked over at Brian, who still held his own blanket tightly so that he didn’t have to get up.

“Ok, Brian, you too,” she said. She continued to speak as she pulled his blanket off to. “Come on, if we have to get up…” she paused as she looked down at the wet spot around his crotch and on the sheets. I looked at her face and saw a look of puzzlement, almost disgust.

Brian then looked down at the wet spot and a look of complete shock crossed over his face. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, and he looked at Sandy, then me, and then back at the wet spot.

“BRIAN!” Sandy yelled. “You TOLD me you were not a bed wetter!” I began to see some anger in her face.

“But…but…I’m not!” Brian said. His voice was shaky and I could tell he was embarrassed.

“I can’t believe it!” she said. “Well, I have washed too many wet sheets in the past, and if you’re going to lie to me, I’m just going to have to punish you for it!”

“No, really,” he started to say. He actually sounded like he was about to cry. “I didn’t mean to…”

But Sandy would not have it. “I told you there would be a big problem if I found a wet bed. So you’re just going to have to face the consequences, Brian. Ian, you come with me, and if you don’t do as I say, you’ll face the same punishment as Brian.”

Her voice was dead serious, and then she turned and left. I gave Brian a nervous glance and said “Dude, you never told me you were a bed wetter.”

Brian looked really upset and said “But I’m not! I’m telling you, I don’t wet the bed!”

“Well,” I said. “This is the one thing Sandy is really, really serious about. I’m sorry, but I’m can’t disobey her, she’s too mad. I’ll have to do what she tells me.”

Brian looked a little scared now as he realized even I wasn’t on his side. I then left the room and talked with Sandy.

Even though we knew we were being mean, we laughed a little about what had just happened. She asked me if I was ok with going on with it, and even though I felt bad for making Brian upset like this, I remembered very well how badly he had embarrassed me before, so I decided that I still wanted to mess with him some more. What I still couldn’t believe is that Brian actually believed that he had wet the bed; I guess it had happened so fast that he didn’t realized that it was water and not pee on his crotch.

Anyway, as Sandy got ready, I went back into the room where Brian was. Looking nervous, I said, “I’m sorry, Brian, but I’ve got to help Sandy punish you. If I don’t she’ll punish me, too. So, I just have to say…sorry”

Brian looked even more nervous, and I think he wanted to try and leave the room. But at that moment Sandy entered. She closed the door, and then said, “Well, considering the clothes you’re wearing now are a mess, we’ll have to take them off. So take off all of your clothes right now unless you want ME to take them off.”

Brian just merely said “No way! I don’t have any other ones, and I’m not getting naked here!”

But Sandy said, “Don’t worry about your other ‘clothes’. But if you won’t take your clothes off, I guess I’ll have to. Ian, get over here and help me.”

With that, Brian tried to make a break for it, but Sandy simply caught hold of his wrist and pulled him towards her. While she held him in place, I first removed his shirt, then his wet pants. As Sandy held him in his underwear, she remarked, “Well, since you’re not cooperating, I’ll just have to have Ian tie you down.”

Brian struggled as hard as he could, with a look of mixed anger, fear, and helplessness on his face. But Sandy held him still, and I took a piece of rope that I had had in my room and tied one of his wrists to the head of my bed. I did the same with his other wrist. I tried to make it look like I didn’t really want to do it. Sandy then let go of him, and we both looked at him trapped on my bed.

Realizing how he could now do nothing, Brian looked like he was about to cry. “What are you going to do to me?” he asked weakly.

“Don’t worry, little Brian,” Sandy said as she took off his underwear. “Your punishment will simply be fitting. If you’re going to wet the bed, we’ll just have to make it so that this will not be a problem anymore. Come on Ian, let’s get ready.”

As we walked out of the room, Sandy and I just smiled at each other. Call me a horrible friend, but I kind of enjoyed taking control of Brian. I knew at the end of it all we’d just tell him it was a joke, and for now, payback was all I wanted.

“Ok, Ian, last chance to back out,” Sandy said. I told her that I still wanted to go on with it, so she picked the diaper bag that had our supplies in it.

Sandy and I went back into my room. Brian didn’t really have any response to the diaper bag; well, until Sandy pulled out a size 6 Pampers diaper, that is. It took a few seconds for Brian to register what it was, but once he did, a new look of fear crossed his face.

“NO!” he yelled. “I’m not going to wear a diaper! No, no, no, no! Someone help! She’s going to put a diaper on me!”

“Geez, Brian, calm down,” Sandy said as she began to unfold the diaper. “It’s not like anyone can hear you anyway, and I’d rather not have to gag you.”

When Brain heard the word “gag” he seemed to calm down. However, as Sandy unfolded the diaper completely and started to walk towards him, his reaction went from anger to pleading.

“Please,” he said, tears now in his eyes. “Please, please, please don’t put that diaper on me. I’m not a baby!”

“Well, you did go pee pee on yourself last night, and since babies do too, they need diapers. So, since you acted like a baby, I’m going to treat you like one. I am a “baby” sitter, after all.”

Brian then began to kick his legs furiously, but Sandy grabbed both of his ankles in one hand (admittedly, Brian wasn’t the biggest kid). She asked me for a towel, and after I handed it to her, she put it underneath him. She then asked me for the baby powder, and I gave it to her, again trying to look like I was sorry for Brian.

I could see him sobbing now as Sandy began to powder his butt and crotch area. The smell of the baby powder filled the room, and funnily enough, the twitching of Brian’s struggling body made him look even more like a real baby. I even began to feel genuinely sorry for him, but I had decided that I wouldn’t back down now.

Next, Sandy placed the diaper underneath Brian. She pulled down his legs over it, pulled it between his legs, and tightly taped both the sides around his waist.

“There,” she said, dusting her hands off. “That diaper will make sure that the baby doesn’t make any more messes on the sheets. But we don’t want ‘baby’ Bwian to be hungry, now do we? You just wait, sweetie, Sandy will get you all fixed up.”

Sandy then left me in the room with Brian. There he was, lying on the bed with tears running down his cheeks, diapered just as much as he was when he was a baby.

Through his tears he said, “Ian, please, I’m begging you, make her stop! I don’t want to wear a diaper…I’m not a baby!”

But I just sadly shook my head and told him that I had no choice. Soon after, Sandy came back in, now with a baby bottle full of milk in one hand. This made matters even worse for Brian, and he then begged her not to make him drink it.

Sandy, however, would have none of it, and before either me or Brian knew it, she had shoved the bottle into his mouth. As he was forced to drink it, the tears continued to pour down his face, and Sandy just made it worse for him by condescendingly cooing him and saying things like “Good baby, drink your whole bottle.”

Once he had finished the whole thing, she took it out of his mouth and put it aside. Then, to my surprise, she just busted out laughing. Realizing that the joke was now over, I myself began to giggle. I mean, Brian really had looked kind of funny wearing a diaper and being bottle-fed.

As we laughed, Brian look confused, but still embarrassed and as he sobbed, he asked, “What, you guys think this is funny? Putting a…a diaper on me, and…”

“No, no, Brian, you don’t get it,” Sandy said between laughs. “This whole thing was a joke that Ian and I came up with!”

“That’s right,” I said as I began to untie him from the bed. “You didn’t really wet the bed, we just poured some water on you. And I just wanted to get you back from when you embarrassed me so bad a while back. I was trying to think of the best way, and I remembered that Sandy always had some diapers…”

I suddenly remembered that I couldn’t tell Brian about me wearing diapers. “…for one of the babies that she takes care of. We came up with the idea of Sandy being really angry with you for wetting the bed and forcing you into a diaper.”

As I finished untying Brian, he took all of this in. Relief spread over his face as he realized that Sandy didn’t really think she needed to baby him. Once he fully took it in, he then got mad at me.

“You jerk!” he said. “How could you do this to me?! To your best friend?”

“Hey man,” I replied. “Don’t forget how horrible I felt after you embarrassed me last time!”

Unfortunately, this didn’t solve the problem, and he was still very angry at me. I didn’t know what to do; I hadn’t expected him to be this mad, and I began to feel bad about what we had done.

Sandy sensed the tension between the two of us, but thankfully, she had an idea. Without warning and to my great surprise (and Brian’s), she grabbed me and pinned me to the floor.

“Ok Ian,” she said, her face about an inch away from mine. “Your turn! Brian, get me another diaper!”

I saw an evil grin spread over Brian’s face as he now realized it was my turn to be diapered. After the extreme humiliation he had gone through, this would be sweet revenge for him. As he turned away, Sandy smiled at me and whispered, “Come on, Ian, play along, this is your chance to be diapered while Brian is over, and it will make him feel a lot better. He’ll never know you like it if you act like you don’t!”

Realizing her logic, I calmed down a bit. Even though I was kind of embarrassed to be diapered in front of Brian, I was also really excited because I didn’t think that I would get the chance to wear a diaper this weekend. Plus I couldn’t think of any other way to make him calm down. However, I knew that I couldn’t let Brian realize that I liked it, so I tried to look horrified as I saw him come over with the diaper.

Sandy instructed Brian to take my clothes off. I kind of put up a fake struggle, and I even falsely begged Sandy and Brian not to do it. But then the inevitable happened…Sandy powdered my butt and before I knew it I was in a diaper again. Brian was clearly enjoying himself and even joined Sandy in baby-talking me while she did her work.

Sandy even went the extra mile with me; not only was did I have to drink from the bottle, but Sandy carried me like a baby while I sucked on a pacifier. They even tickled me and “forced” me to wet my diaper. Even though this surprised Brian, he loved it and used it as a great opportunity to say things like “Aww, wittle Ian wet his diapy and needs a change!”

The logic behind all of this was beautiful. Although I admit it was hard to act like I was humiliated (because I was so happy), I loved every second of my baby treatment. I even think the fact that Brian joined in treating me like a baby made it even better. But he was having a ball making fun of me, too. Funnily enough, even though he thought he and Sandy were playing a joke on me, in reality, we were playing a joke on him, considering only the two of us knew that I was loving my babyish state.

However, the joke could only last so long. Sandy put the game to an end, and after I got out of my diaper, I could tell Brian was much happier. He had forgiven me for what Sandy and I had done. We then both just laughed at ourselves and how funny we had looked in diapers.

Soon it was about time for my parents to be back. Sandy made us swear that we wouldn’t tell anyone about what had happened this weekend (not that we wanted to anyway). She then said “Bye bye my cute little baby boys,” as she left us. Right after my parents walked in and had a brief talk with Sandy. She then left, and it was time for Brian to go too. After they had both gone, I just relaxed and thought about everything that had happened that day.

Oh yeah, just in case you’re wondering what Brian had done to embarrass me so badly, there’s no way I’m telling you. If you think being forced into a diaper is bad, you have no idea the humiliation I suffered from Brian’s previous stunt.

“My Awesome Babysitter” Part 6

After Brian and I had our crazy baby-sitting experience, the week-end was soon over and I was off to school again for the week. I couldn’t bring myself to mention anything about it to Brian, and he must have felt the same way because he carried on as if the whole thing had never happened.

I was fine with this at first; we still were “normal” friends, and we continued to have a good time with each other and our other friends at school.

The problem was that Sandy wouldn’t be coming over again for a long time; she was really busy with her schoolwork among other things, and the few times my parents decided to go out over the next six weeks, they just had me stay over at Brian’s or another friend’s house.

This wasn’t a big deal at first, but after the first couple of weeks, I started going through diaper withdrawal. I couldn’t stop thinking about how happy I had been wearing and wetting diapers, and I even liked the thought of seeing Brian in one. My desire became continually strong, and it got to the point that I had trouble concentrating in school (which led to a couple of occasions of me looking completely stupid because our teacher would ask a question and I would be completely clueless as to what she was talking about). I began to feel like I was going crazy.

What made it that much worse is that I had no one to talk to about it. I wasn’t able to get a hold of Sandy, and other than her, no one knew that I had worn a diaper since I was a baby.

Except…Brian. But the fact that he never mentioned anything about it clearly showed that he was not interested at all. He might have even forgotten that the whole thing even happened. The idea of me even mentioning diapers again was weird, and for me to tell him that I actually enjoyed wearing them was simply preposterous.

On the other hand, I felt that if I didn’t tell anyone about it, I would explode. I began to picture in my mind how I would tell him and how he would respond. I wondered if he would think I was really weird or stupid. I wondered if he would tell anyone else. Most importantly I wondered if he would still be my friend.

After giving it much thought, I finally decided that I would tell him. We had been best friends for so long that I felt I could tell him anything, and I trusted him enough not to tell anyone.

Since I would be going over to his house again the upcoming week-end, I decided that would be the best time to tell him. I thought about it a lot that week, and I was very nervous and afraid that he’d laugh at me or think I was really weird. Still, I stayed resolved to it, and realized that I couldn’t back out.

Once that Friday evening came, I waited until after we had finished having dinner with his family to tell him. As we walked up the stairs to his room, I started feeling slightly sick to my stomach as I began building up my courage to tell him.

As we got into his room and threw ourselves down on the floor, he noticed that I looked kinda funny.

“Ian, are you ok? You look a little sick or something.”

I took a deep breathe in and said, “Look, Brian, I got something I have to tell you.”

Not thinking it was a big deal, he said, “Ok…go ahead.”

“No, it’s really really serious,” I told him. “You have to swear that you won’t EVER tell ONE single person about it.”

He paused for a second and looked very interested in what I had to say. A couple of seconds later he said, “All right, I swear, I won’t tell anybody. We’re best friends, remember?”

As I remembered that he was indeed my best friend, I took another deep breathe, and said, “Ok, here goes. Remember about a month ago when you came over to my house, and Sandy was baby-sitting us…”

As he recalled what happened, he smiled a little and said, “Oh yeah…ha ha, wow, that crazy girl actually put diapers on us! Pretty embarrassing, huh? I tried to make myself forget about it, but I still remember how scared I was and how funny it felt to wear a diaper again.”

Feeling a knot beginning to form in my throat, I nervously continued. “That’s the thing,” I said. “You know when she put the diaper on me? Well, that wasn’t the first time that I had worn a diaper.”

“Of course it wasn’t, doofus,” Brian said to me with a smile. “You wore them when you were a baby. I did too. Everyone does. I think I even slightly remember back when we were in diapers.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean,” I said, feeling my nerves reach a peak. “I actually wore one a few weeks before you came over. Sandy put one on me.”

“Wow, I never knew you wet the bed, Ian.”

“No, you still don’t understand. I don’t NEED them, for bedwetting or anything. I, well, I…LIKE wearing them.”

As I saw his mouth drop, I felt it would be easier if I just kept talking. Before I knew it, I began blurting out all my feelings about diapers and being treated like a baby. Brian simply didn’t say anything and looked like he was having trouble breathing as his jaw dropped and I launched into the story of how I had seen Sandy’s diaper bag, how she had offered to diaper me, how I had loved it so much, and how the next week she had proceeded to treat me like a baby. As I continued, the knot in my throat became tighter and tighter and I felt more and more queasy. Brian’s look of shock did not wear off, and I noticed my voice was very strained and nervous. By the end, I even noticed that I had tears in my eyes.

“…and that’s where we got the idea to pull a joke on you and put a diaper on you. Sandy surprised me when she decided to diaper me, but I was faking when I acted like I didn’t like it. I simply LOVED it, even though I still don’t get why.”

As I finished, Brian just continued to look at me in disbelief. He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again.

Not knowing what else to say, I just blurted out, “Yeah, I know, it’s really stupid and weird and you probably think I’m a freak, but you don’t understand, I’ve been thinking about this for weeks and weeks and I just had to tell some…”

But Brian then cut me off, and to my great surprise I noticed that he had tears in his eyes. “Ian, I just simply don’t believe it.”

‘Here it comes,’ I thought. ‘He’s going to lay it on me and say he doesn’t want to be friends any more.

But I soon realized that they were tears of joy, because he said, “I never expected this. IAN, I FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY! When Sandy powdered and diapered me, I was embarrassed, but a part of me just loved the whole experience. I loved the smell of the baby powder and the soft feel of the diaper. I even loved the helplessness of being tied down. But I didn’t want you guys to know, so I acted really mad about the whole thing. But ever since then, it’s all that I’ve been able to think about. But I could never tell you. You’d just think that I was dumb.”

Not believing my ears, the nervousness simply drained from my body and a wide smile went across my face. It was at that point that I knew that Brian and I would be best friends for life. But it got even better, because Brian then said,

“My desires got so bad that I couldn’t take it anymore. I rode my bike to the grocery store and bought a pack of Pampers Size 6. I was really nervous about it, but I was able to sneak them home without my parents noticing. I’ve been wearing them every night and I’ve even wet them! And getting rid of them isn’t a problem; I just put them in the garbage can outside and the garbage man takes them away every morning. It’s the best thing ever!”

With that, he got up and locked his door. He then went over to his closet. After he rummaged through it for a few seconds, he emerged with an opened pack of size 6 Pampers diapers.

Excitedly I jumped up and said, “Well what are we waiting for?”

A broad smile spread across his face and he said, “Ok, but me first!”

He quickly took off all of his clothes while I got a diaper out of the pack and unfolded it. We had seen each other naked before, so it wasn’t really that weird to see him naked. It was weird, however, for me to diaper my best friend. Being an only child, I had never diapered anyone, so it was new to me. But I soon figured out how, and just like that I had taped up Brian’s diaper and said, “There! All done, mister!”

It was quite a sight. Brian always did look kind of young, what with his straight blond hair, skinny body, and blue eyes. To be honest, he actually looked a lot like a real toddler as he lay there in his diaper.

“Ok, now let me do you,” he said with a smile. Within minutes I had stripped as well and he diapered me. He even gave me a playful pat on my diapered butt and said “There you go kiddo!” (hey, it’s not that weird, football players do it all the time, right?)

We continued to play around in our diapers. We first acted like babies for a bit, and when that got old, we watched a movie in his room. His parents came up to check on us at one point, but we simply put our other clothes on over our diapers and his parents never knew. Part way through the movie, I had to pee, so I naturally decided to go in my diaper (Wow, I even thought peeing in my diaper was natural). After I let go, I told Brian about it.

He looked at me and said, “Well, I guess we better change baby Ian into a new didee!”

I just laughed, put on a babyish voice and said, “Uncle Bwian, will you pwease change me?” I then smiled at him and put my thumb in my mouth.

“Sure thing!” he said. I kept my thumb in mouth as he changed me into a fresh diaper, hiding the wet one in his closet.

After I was changed, I noticed that he was wet as well, and I said, “Uh-oh, looks like someone else had an accident in his diapy, too!”

He just sheepishly smiled and said, “Me go pee pee! Need a new diapy! Waaaaaa!”

As I laughed I had him lie down and changed him into a new diaper too. Unfortunately, we heard his mom coming, and after putting our clothes back on over our diapers, she came in and told us that it was time for bed. As we got ready for bed, we decided to keep our diapers on. As I fell asleep that night, I couldn’t think of a time in my life where I had been happier.

I didn’t get much of a chance to talk to Brian the next morning before I had to go, and since we didn’t want to arouse any suspicion, we decided not to mention anything else about the diapers.

Over the next few weeks Brian and I were extremely careful about talking about our new common interest. Thankfully we got another chance to have fun in our diapers, and I even gave Brian some money to buy a couple of baby things like a baby bottle and a pacifier. I found an old teddy bear and baby blanket to take over to his house, too. We had a very good time.

Thankfully (and somewhat surprisingly), no one ever found out about all of this. And once Sandy’s schedule lightened up, we convinced our parents to let her baby-sit both of us again on many occasions. She was shocked but delighted when she learned about how Brian liked diapers and being treated like a baby, and we had many fun evenings being babied by her.

And the greatest thing about it was that Sandy always gave a good report about our behavior, which meant that our parents trusted us more, and we got even more opportunities for Sandy to baby-sit us (hey, it gave them more opportunities to get away from us little monsters). But they were always surprised to hear that two kids who usually were the most troublesome ones on the block actually behaved and were “as peaceful as good little babies” when ever Sandy took care of us.

The end.