FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 11
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	After I got home from school that day, Mom had called from work. 
Lisa picked up the phone and received some instructions from Mom. After 
a few "okay"'s and "uh-huh"'s, Lisa hung up the phone and came up to 
me.
	"Mom says for you to take all your stuff from your drawers and 
empty it out, your closet, too," Lisa said.
	"Why?" I asked her.
	"Because the guys from the furniture store are coming to take 
away your old bed and your old dresser," Lisa said. "She said they'd be 
here at 4:00, so you need to get going on it."
	"Okay, but why my closet?" I asked.
	"The painter and wallpaper guys are coming at 5:00," Lisa said. 
"So you need to get your stuff out of the closets since they're going 
to paint the doors and everything in there."
	"What about my desk?" I asked.
	"Mom didn't say anything about that," Lisa said. "She just said 
to get all your diapers and your shirts and socks and all your toys, 
and just bring them out here in the living room for now."
	Before I began moving things out from my bedroom, I was taken in 
there for my after-school diapering. I lay on the floor, looking at my 
bed, my dresser and the now plain walls. Lisa pulled my pants off and 
revealed my diaper, very wet and puffed out in the front as it always 
was. It was also filled with poop. Lisa changed me out of my wet and 
messy disposable diaper and then she started pinning on my cloth 
diapers, while Cindy wrote the appropriate information in the tracking 
log.
	I hadn't thought about it until now that there would be total 
strangers in the house later today. These people were blue-collar, 
hard-working men. What would they think of seeing a twelve-year-old boy 
in diapers? I asked Lisa if I could wear my diapers thinner and have my 
pants on just this one time, at least until the workers left for the 
evening.
	"Sorry," Lisa said as she ceremoniously folded up my pants and 
handed them to Cindy, who immediately left from my room with them. She 
then left the house to go visit Gina this afternoon. Lisa proceeded 
with the remaining diapers, ensuring that the expected visitors would 
see that I was very well-diapered.
	"What do you think those guys will say to me?" I asked Lisa.
	"Dunno," she said. "But if I know furniture movers and 
construction workers, they'll get a good laugh out of seeing you when 
they go down to the bar with their buddies and knock back a couple cold 
ones and talk about it."
	"Great," I thought, not that I really cared what anyone sitting 
in a bar thought about me, likely to forget about it, anyway, by the 
time he sobered up the next day.
	I began emptying out my drawers, carrying stack after stack of 
diapers out to the living room, setting them on the couch. I never 
realized that I had so many diapers until I saw them all out in the 
open, with tall stacks of diapers spanning the entire couch! I brought 
all of my disposable diapers out, too, including two large packages 
that hadn't yet been opened, and about eight loose disposable diapers. 
Cotton seemed to think that my cloth diapers made a good, soft bed as 
he settled himself down onto some of them and went to sleep, resting 
his little feline head on top of the thick, white fluffy material that 
nearly matched his furry coat. Cotton was oblivious to the fact that 
the diapers he was lying on had been peed in and pooped in many times, 
not that he or other cats would likely care.
	I set my diapering supplies, such as my powder and pins, on the 
end table. I also brought the changing pad out and set it under the 
coffee table. I brought out my plastic pants and set them into a couple 
stacks on the couch, momentarily waking Cotton as I placed the plastic 
pants in front of him. Next came my shirts and socks, which I had to 
set on the floor beneath the couch. My pants were locked away somewhere 
in Lisa's and Cindy's room. Lisa stripped my bed of its sheets and 
brought them out, along with my pillows. My sheets were still free of 
pee stains since Lisa and Cindy always diapered me up enough each night 
that leaks were never a problem.
	Next, I went into my bedroom to get all of my toys and other 
worldly belongings that I didn't want to momentarily be without. The 
hardest part was dismantling my Lego town that had occupied an entire 
corner of my room for the last few years. While I was in my bedroom 
Betty stopped by.
	"What are all of Chris' diapers doing out here?" Betty asked as 
she looked at the stacks of diapers on the couch, requiring her to take 
a seat in Dad's recliner.
	"Oh, Chris is getting toilet trained again," Lisa joked. "We're 
getting rid of his diapers."
	"You can't be serious!" Betty said in complete surprise, thinking 
that Lisa was serious. "After what you told me today about his bedroom 
and all that, and--"
	Betty then stopped talking and she looked at me as I entered the 
living room, carrying out some of my favorite toys. Seeing that I was 
diapered the way she was used to seeing me diapered, Betty was very 
well assured that I was not about to be re-toilet trained any time soon 
and that my diapers were most definitely here to stay.
	"I'm just kidding, Betty," Lisa told her friend.
	"I figured you were," Betty replied. "If Chris gave up his 
diapers, that'd make national news."
	I gave Betty a little smile as I agreed with her statement. She 
then helped me move some of my stuff.
	"So what are you moving all your stuff out of your room for?" 
Betty asked me.
	"They're taking away my bed and my old drawers, and they're gonna 
redo the walls and put new carpet in, too," I said. "So I have to get 
all my stuff out of there while they work on it."
	Betty then took off back for home a few minutes later. At about 
4:00, the furniture movers came by. I went into the kitchen to do my 
homework, hoping to remain out of their sight. I scooted my chair out 
from the table, just enough for me to peek around the corner. The 
furniture movers looked about like what I expected, two big, burly men, 
complete with rough, scraggly beards. Lisa showed them where my bedroom 
was and the items therein to be removed.
	I listened as an electric drill whirred from my bedroom as the 
men were removing the screws that held my bed frame together. I then 
saw one of the men take the headboard, followed by the frame itself 
with the other guy carrying it to the truck. Then both of them carried 
out the two mattresses, one at a time. The mattresses, like my sheets, 
were perfectly good and contained no pee stains. I didn't even have a 
waterproof cover to protect the mattress as my thick diapers handled 
this well enough. I just hoped that the items to replace my bed and my 
drawers would be just as good, if not better.
	While the door was opened, Cotton scampered outside to get away 
from the commotion. The men came back inside one more time to get my 
drawers. After they went out the door I ran to the window to watch them 
load the drawers into the back of the truck. I felt some sadness, 
realizing that my old bed and drawers carried more sentimental value 
than I realized. It was still good furniture and I could only hope that 
wherever it was going it would be put to good use. One of the men then 
returned to the house. I heard him talking to Lisa.
	"So, did the crib and the changing table come yet?" Lisa asked 
them.
	"I have no idea, ma'am," the guy told Lisa. "We were just called 
out to come haul off your furniture."
	"Thanks," she said.
	"You have a good day," he said as the door closed. I got up and 
watched Lisa go into the bathroom. I went back to the window to watch 
the truck drive away. It was still parked there for a couple minutes. I 
leaned across the couch, the sun shining in on the stacks of my diapers 
and making things very bright beneath my eyes. As I stared out the 
window, I saw Cotton hop into the back of the truck! The back of the 
truck hadn't been closed yet, and apparently the furniture moving guys 
didn't see this. The driver's partner had gone up to the front of the 
truck for some reason before closing the back.
	Lisa was in the bathroom, so I couldn't ask her to run out and 
tell the guys that our cat hopped into the back of their truck! I was 
in a desperate predicament. I hoped Lisa would come out of the 
bathroom, but time was running out as I saw the man come to the back of 
the truck and shut the door!
	"Shit!" I exclaimed. I didn't want to see them drive off with 
Cotton trapped in the back of the truck! All I had on were my diapers 
and a shirt, but making sure our cat was okay was much more important 
to me. I ran out the front door, through the front yard and to the 
front of the truck, just as it was being started up. I knocked on the 
passenger's side door. The guy rolled down his window and looked at me 
staring up at him. I could tell from the way his eyes were positioned 
that he was staring at my thick diapers bulging out around my loins.
	"My cat's in the back of your truck!" I said, hoping that my 
voice could be heard over the truck's noisy engine.
	"You think so?" he said.
	"I saw him hop up in it, and then the other guy closed it!"
	He turned to his partner and explained what had happened. The 
truck's ignition was shut off and the driver got back out. I followed 
him to the back of the truck and watched him open it up. I was hoping 
Cotton would leap right out and he'd be safe, but he was nowhere to be 
seen.
	"You sure about this, kid?" the man said to me, again taking 
another glance at my fully conspicuous diapered state.
	"I'm telling you, my cat jumped up in the back of your truck!" I 
bellowed desperately.
	The man didn't seem convinced, and I was getting concerned if he 
even cared. He probably wasn't thinking the same way I was thinking, 
but I sure as hell would not have come running out to the street in 
just my diapers to talk to two brawny furniture movers about a cat that 
leaped into their truck if I didn't mean it!
	"Here, kitty kitty kitty!" the man shouted into the truck. There 
was no sign of the cat being in there. I was ready to cry.
	"Sorry, son, but I'm afraid your cat's not in there," he said 
after both he and I called for Cotton a couple more times. "If we find 
him, we'll make sure he stays with us and we'll bring him back to you."
	That wasn't a good enough answer for me. I wanted my cat back 
now! The truck was full of other furnishings, and it was dark, too. 
Suddenly, I heard a familiar "meow!"
	"That's him!" I exclaimed. "He's in there!"
	"Can I climb up in there and look?" I asked the man.
	"Sure, go ahead," he said. I stuck my diapered rear end towards 
him as I tried to get up into the truck. The man then gave me a boost, 
pushing on my padded backside. I started rummaging through the various 
items, including my dismantled bed and my drawers, to which I paid them 
my final homage.
	Lisa came out from the house to find out what was going on. She 
looked at me as I had made my way towards the other end of the truck. I 
finally located Cotton by spotting his eyes as they appeared to glow 
from the light outside.
	"There you are!" I said as I picked him up. He was crouched down 
in the corner, scared as ever. He meowed as I picked him up and carried 
him back through the truck. I felt so much better now. I handed Cotton 
to Lisa and got back down from the truck. We thanked the man as he 
closed the back of the truck and then left. I was so relieved that we 
had Cotton back that I didn't even think about the fact that I was 
standing on the sidewalk in diapers! At that time a group of boys and 
girls on their bikes went riding by, no doubt getting a good look at my 
diapered butt.
	"Look, he's wearing diapers!" came a voice from one the girls 
after they all passed. They then circled around the front of the truck 
to the other side of the street, and then came back by our house again 
to get another look at me while I was going back into the house 
carrying Cotton with me. I could hear them all laughing and calling me 
"diaper butt."
	Later in the day I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing up 
my homework thinking about what had happened the day. It wasn't until 
now that I realized how embarrassed I should have been standing there 
in front of those furniture guys in my diapers. I would have felt far 
worse had Cotton been driven away trapped in the back of that truck.
	Lisa then came into the kitchen and showed me something that the 
furniture guys found beneath the mattresses of my bed. It was one of my 
spiral notebooks that contained various notes, stories and drawings 
that I had made about wearing diapers. While Lisa and the rest of the 
family knew how I felt about wearing diapers, I was embarrassed that 
Lisa had seen what I had put down on paper regarding these thoughts. I 
really didn't want Lisa to see this.
	"Don't look at that, please," I asked her kindly, knowing that if 
I made a big deal out of it she would never give it back.
	"I wanna look at," she said, pulling the notebook away from me 
and holding it above her head. I tried to leap up for it, but she was 
too tall for me to reach as she kept it away from me.
	"You could probably jump higher if you didn't have all those 
diapers weighing you down," Lisa joked.
	"Give it back," I asked her again.
	"I wanna read what you wrote here, Chris," Lisa said.
	"Then show me your diary," I asked her.
	"No way, that's private!" Lisa said as she held the notebook 
close to her large chest, clutched tightly in her hands.
	"I've seen your diary before, remember?" I said.
	"Unfortunately, yes, and no, you're not going to see it again! 
It's even more private now!"
	"Well, so is that," I said, pointing to my notebook. "Come on, 
Lisa, respect my privacy!"
	"Privacy?" Lisa said as she laughed. "What privacy? You have no 
need for privacy, Chris!"
	"How so?" I asked Lisa, seeing that she was not about to yield to 
my request that she give me the notebook.
	"Well, you're always in just your diapers, for one thing," Lisa 
started, "so it's not like you ever have to worry about being seen 
undressed because, well, as far as we're concerned, you're dressed, 
even though all you have on is your diapers. You don't ever have to use 
the bathroom, that's pretty obvious by now, and we all see the kinds of 
messes you leave in your diapers and clean them up, too, so we see you 
naked every day, too. Betcha didn't realize how much of your privacy 
you lost when we put you in diapers for good."
	"Okay," I said to Lisa, seeing that she had several valid points, 
although I didn't feel that it entitled her to see the kinds of things 
that I had drawn and written about my feelings for wearing diapers.
	"But some of that stuff in there is, well, stuff that I don't 
want anyone else to see," I said to Lisa.
	"Oh come on, Chris!" Lisa said. "We all know what you do in your 
diapers besides pee and poop in them! We know how you feel about 
wearing diapers, so that's no secret, either. Hopefully your crib won't 
bang up against the wall like your headboard does when you--"
	"Lisa!" I shouted at her as she snickered, knowing that she was 
embarrassing me by acknowledging that I jacked off in my diapers while 
thinking about them. Lisa stood to my side and put her arm around my 
neck and looked at me.
	"You're a twelve-year-old boy, Chris," Lisa said to me. "It's 
normal, it's natural, just that most other boys do this sort of thing 
with a Playboy or a Penthouse-- and you do it with your own little 
musings and anecdotes and drawings and doodlings about boys who wear 
diapers, that's all."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 12
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	I felt there was no point now in trying to keep the notebook away 
from her since she pretty much knew what all was inside it. She 
mentioned that she glanced through it while watching the furniture 
guys. Because the cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, I 
conceded and let Lisa look at it. Strangely enough, I was now becoming 
excited inside of my diapers by letting Lisa see what all I had 
written. I was starting to feel better about not having to keep this 
all a secret, seeing that it really wasn't a secret anyway.
	"You're a good writer, Chris," Lisa said. "You really are. You 
choose very vivid, descriptive words about your diapers."
	"Thanks," I said. "Who'll ever read it, though?" I asked Lisa.
	"Well, I'm sure Tony's read these with you. Maybe Bryce would 
like to read them. I'm reading them."
	"What do you think of it?" I asked her.
	"Well, let's just say that it's-- interesting, the way you must 
think about wearing diapers, at least what you write about them."
	I stood nervously next to Lisa as she continued looking at my 
notes, stories and drawings. I hoped she'd decide that she had seen 
enough and would hand it back, but she was probably curious to see what 
all was in it. She turned to the back section that contained mostly 
drawings (it was a two-subject notebook with a divider in it.)
	"These boys that you drew in here are wearing even thicker 
diapers than what you wear, Chris," Lisa said as she pointed out to me 
some of the drawings and patted my butt. I even drew a Thickies diaper 
ad based on how I envisioned that they would look. I drew a boy that 
was supposed to be me, while standing next to a girl who was supposed 
to be Lisa.
	"Is this supposed to be us, you and me?" Lisa asked me.
	"Uh yeah, sort of," I said.
	"My butt's not *that* big, you know," Lisa said, seeing that I 
had exaggerated this particularly prominent feature of her body. I had 
depicted Lisa wearing tight blue jeans to contrast her against the 
appearance of my proportionally larger behind, made up mostly from the 
diapers that I was wearing.
	"You're a good artist, too," Lisa added. She then started reading 
some of the mock ad copy that I wrote, starting with the header that I 
wrote in big letters:

YOU DON'T CALL YOUR BROTHER THE "LITTLE SHIT" FOR NOTHING

	"That's for sure," Lisa said with a chuckle. She continued 
reading it:

Face it, girls, boys will be boys, they can be bratty and downright 
bothersome! You call him "the little shit" for a good reason, and it's 
not just what comes out of his mouth that bothers you-- it's what comes 
out of his BUTT. That's why we created THICKIES. THICKIES are very, 
very thick cloth diapers made just for boys who like to poop in 
diapers, just like your little brother (or maybe your big brother). The 
name says it all, we ain't talkin' ultra trim diapers, here! THICKIES 
are made entirely with TWELVE (count em!) TWELVE super-absorbent layers 
of cotton for an all-around thickness that only THICKIES can achieve. 
Plus, they feature six more ADDITIONAL layers in the front and the 
seat, right where it's needed the most. THICKIES feature a wider crotch 
to prevent those nasty leaks and spills that may get onto the furniture 
and the floor when he wears conventional diapers. You use the same 
furniture that your brother does, so you can be sure that wherever he 
sits, he won't leave behind his shits!

THICKIES also feature a higher rise than conventional diapers to 
provide them with more capacity to handle even your brother's messiest 
shits. The high rise also makes THICKIES more prominent and visible on 
your brother when he wears them. They go so high that his pants can't 
keep them from showing, not that we expect any boy to be able to wear 
his pants over them anyway, since THICKIES are so thick! Your brother 
will be proud to let you and everyone in the family see how much he 
likes to be thickly diapered in his THICKIES. He'll want to show them 
off, which is just as well since he won't have a choice! Your brother's 
THICKIES diapers will stay on tightly and securely since they come with 
jumbo-sized extra long pins that are made specially for THICKIES. These 
pins go on tightly and stay in place, no matter how active your brother 
is! Or, if he's the independent type who can handle his own diaper 
changes, THICKIES also come in a pull-on style. They go on just like 
underwear, and they feature an extra wide, extra strong waistband and 
legbands. The waistband even has a red stripe around it, just like on 
boys' briefs.

You can be assured that with THICKIES, your brother will literally keep 
his shit to himself! You may still smell it, but you sure won't have to 
see it, and with the extra capacity and absorbency of THICKIES, you 
won't have to change him as often, either. THICKIES are also easier to 
change, too. You only have to use just one diaper on him instead of 
twelve, but what a diaper it is! And who's to say that he can't wear 
more than one THICKIES at a time? Did we mention that your brother can 
also wet in his THICKIES diapers, too? Get your brother into the THICK 
of things! Put some THICKIES on him today! Every day!

	"Very cute," Lisa said when she finished reading it.
	"You really think it's cute?" I asked Lisa nervously.
	"Coming from you and your depraved, warped diaper- obsessed 
little mind, yes, it is," Lisa said to me. "It's weird, but it's cute."
	Lisa then handed me the notebook and then I took it back into my 
room, which now sat nearly empty, containing only my desk and its 
accompanying chair, and some bookshelves. I went to my desk drawer and 
tossed the notebook in there along with several other notebooks that 
contained various notes and sketches that reflected my truest and most 
intimate feelings about wearing diapers. Lisa was surprised, and then 
not-so-surprised, that I had several other notebooks like the one she 
had looked at.
	At about this time it was time for Lisa to check my diapers and 
report their condition in the tracking log. I felt that Lisa had gained 
a greater level of understanding about my feelings for wearing diapers 
and I felt more comfortable about letting her examine my diapers close 
up. It seemed that perhaps she had some similar feelings of her own, 
that she enjoyed diapering me and seeing me wear them. I think she got 
the most gratification from the fact that she didn't have to wear them 
herself.
	A few minutes later, at around 5:00, the man who was to come over 
to do the walls in my bedroom showed up. I returned to the kitchen, 
hoping he wouldn't see me in my diapers. I took my seat at the table 
where I resumed my homework. I listened in on the exchange of small 
talk between Lisa and the worker. He seemed more personable than the 
other guys who were here earlier.
	"Got a baby on the way, eh?" he asked Lisa, seeing what the plans 
for my bedroom called for.
	"Well, yeah, you could say that," Lisa said, referring to me as 
the "baby." The guy apparently assumed Lisa was pregnant, so he asked 
her when she was due.
	"Oh no, sorry, I didn't mean it that way, *I'm* not having a 
baby," Lisa said as she laughed sheepishly. "It's for my little 
brother."
	"Ahh, I see," the painter said. "I've just become a father of 
two, my wife just had a little boy. He's three weeks old today."
	"That's good," Lisa said.
	"How old's your little brother?" he asked Lisa.
	"Uh, he just turned twelve," Lisa answered rather awkwardly.
	"Twelve?" I heard the man ask her, sounding confused. "Twelve 
days, weeks-- months?"
	"Years," Lisa said.
	"Really!" he said, sounding surprised. "Well, believe it or not, 
this isn't the first time I've gone out to do a nursery motif for an 
older boy's room, always boys, too, it seems."
	"How many others have you done?" Lisa asked him.
	"Let's see, I been doing painting and wallpaper for the last 
three years since I been on my own, this is my fourth job like this, 
first one in this area."
	Lisa then offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. He 
followed Lisa into the kitchen. He looked over at me sitting at the 
table. Even though my bare legs were obscured from view by the darkness 
beneath the table, he could plainly see that I had no pants on and was 
wearing some very thick diapers.
	"Hello there," he said as he nodded to me. I said "hi" in a shy 
voice.
	"So you're the baby that's getting the nursery, I see," he said. 
He smiled at me, apparently admiring the way I looked in diapers. He 
finished off the glass and then went to work. While I was working on my 
math homework I needed to use my protractor, so I got up and went into 
my room to get it from my desk. The man had been doing some 
measurements and had dropped a plastic sheet over my desk. He looked at 
me standing there in my diapers.
	"Can I get something from my desk?" I asked him.
	"Sure, just make sure it's covered up so I don't get any paint on 
it," he said. I lifted the plastic and started rummaging through my 
drawers, bent over as I searched for the protractor. I could tell that 
the painter didn't take his eyes off of me while I was digging through 
the drawers. It was at that time that I took a big and noisy, fart-
laden dump into my diapers. I remained in my bent-over position and let 
the bowel movement finish. No doubt the man was convinced that I didn't 
just wear diapers, but I also used them. I felt embarrassed that I 
pooped so conspicuously in the man's presence. I went back to my 
homework and sat down, feeling the load press up against my buttocks.
	Later on, Mom and Dad were both home from their respective places 
of work, and Cindy had come back home from visiting Gina. We all ate 
dinner and talked about how my room was looking. The painter finished 
his work for the night at about this time and told us that he would be 
back tomorrow to apply the wallpaper.
	During dinner, Lisa also brought up what had been found between 
the mattresses of my bed before the rest of the family. Just when I was 
getting to think that I could trust Lisa, she told my Mom and Dad as 
well as Cindy about all the stories and drawings that I had made.
	"Why did you tell them?" I asked Lisa.
	"Why not? If I know about it, the rest of the family might as 
well know, too. Besides, I told you that we all know what goes on in 
your bedroom every night."
	"Lisa, please, not at the dinner table," my father told her.
	"I wanna see them!" Cindy asked. "What did you write about, 
Chris?"
	"Just some stories and drawings," I said, hoping to dismiss the 
topic. "They're kind of dumb."
	"They're good stories and drawings, Chris, why don't you show 
them to everybody after we eat?"
	I figured there was no point in withholding the stories and 
drawings from the others in the family, so I went back to my room and 
smelled the fresh paint on the walls. It was a light blue paint, very 
boyish and youthful. I brought out the notebook and took it to Cindy. 
She thumbed through it and laughed at all the things I had written and 
drawn.
	"Check this out!" Lisa said as she showed Cindy the mock Thickies 
ad that I created. They both sat on the floor, being that the couch was 
occupied by my diapers. Mom and Dad were each sitting in their chairs. 
Lisa and Cindy chuckled as they read it together.
	"What's so damn funny?" my Dad asked, irritated that my sisters 
were laughing over the basketball game he was trying to watch on TV.
	"Here, take a look at what Chris did!" Lisa said as she handed my 
Dad the notebook. He swiped it from her hands and began reading the 
mock Thickies advertisement. I thought Dad would flip just from seeing 
that I wrote the word "shit" so many times. Apparently, this didn't 
phase him as he continued to stare at the page. I went up to Dad and 
stood next to him, feeling nervous and hoping he wouldn't tear it up or 
throw it in the garbage, or worse yet, throw it in the fireplace and 
take a match to it so that I couldn't retrieve it later on. Without any 
comments, Dad handed it back to me.
	"What did you think, Dad?" I asked him.
	"Do what you want, Chris," my Dad said. "If this is how you want 
to express your feelings about wearing diapers, fine, if it satisfies 
you, great."
	Mom was curious what I had been writing and drawing, so she asked 
to see the notebook. I handed it to her and let her look at the 
Thickies ad. She read it over, and then she turned to the other pages, 
skimming over my other writings and looking at my drawings. I asked Mom 
what she thought of it.
	"Well, I'd rather you be doing this than looking at some girlie 
mag, to be honest with you, Chris," my Mom said. "I'm sure writing and 
drawing these things helps you release your feelings and thoughts about 
wearing diapers."
	"It does," I said. "You don't mind me doing this?"
	"Not much I can do to stop you at this point if I wanted to," my 
Mom said as she handed me the notebook.
	"Your writing's good, too," my Mom told me. "I now know that you 
can bring your English grade up since you seem to do just fine with 
what you wrote here."
	Just before bedtime, I was in need of a diaper change. I was 
really wet and stinking by then. Since my room was in the middle of its 
remodel, my bed was gone and all my diapers were out in the living 
room, my diaper change was performed right there on the floor in front 
of Mom and Dad.
	"He's got the runs again!" Cindy announced loudly. "He's 
definitely getting a good butt-diapering tonight!"
	I was also going to take a bath, so after Cindy got me cleaned 
off, I was forced to walk past Mom and Dad and my sisters completely 
naked on my way to the bathroom. At least I got to take baths by myself 
now. I remember being supervised by my sisters while I took my baths, 
that way they could make sure that I didn't use the toilet, as being 
banned from the toilet was considered part of my "diaper punishment" 
back then. Now that everyone is convinced that I have no intentions 
whatsoever of ever using a toilet again, they know I won't touch it 
while I am in the bathroom.
	When I returned from the bathroom I was dripping wet with a towel 
around me. I stood before Cindy as she was already waiting to diaper 
me, holding the powder in one of her hands. With her free hand she 
pulled the towel off of me, instantly exposing my privates to her and 
my undiapered behind to my Mom and Dad. The drapes to the large picture 
window in the front room were drawn open, and anyone who may have been 
watching outside would have gotten a good look at my naked body. I sat 
down on the floor to get out of view of any possible peeping toms.
	Since I was going to be sharing the bed with Cindy tonight, Cindy 
insisted on doing my diaper change. She scooted the coffee table out of 
the way and laid my changing pad down on the floor in its place.
	"If Chris is going to share my bed with me, I want to make sure 
he's good and diapered," Cindy said. "Especially since he's had the 
runs today, again."
	"Well, he always is very well diapered up," my Mom said.
	"No, I mean *really* _good_ _and_ _DIA-PERED!_" Cindy said with 
much emphasis.
	"He's never had any leaks before," my Mom said.
	"Well, he's sharing the bed with me, and I don't want to take 
chances," Cindy said.
	"I think you're just using this as an excuse to see how many 
diapers you can put on him," my Mom said.
	"That, too," Cindy said with a big smile.
	Cindy then began diapering me. Within a few minutes she had 
already pinned a dozen diapers on me and she kept adding more to the 
enormous stack of diapers that engulfed my butt several times over. By 
the time these diapers were on me Cindy had cleared enough space on the 
couch for Lisa to sit down, which was a lot of space when you 
considered how wide her butt is. Lisa took some notes for the tracking 
log as she sat there.
	"How many diapers have you put on him?" Lisa said. "I need to 
know for the tracking log."
	"Shoot, I lost count," Cindy said. She then had me spread my legs 
all the way apart, not that they had too much farther to go in order to 
attain a full spread. Cindy then began counting the layers of my 
diapers in my crotch. She was counting them like they were rings on a 
tree stump.
	"Eighteen," she said. She then reached for another diaper from 
one of the remaining stacks of diapers on the couch.
	"That's enough diapers for Chris, more than enough diapers," my 
Mom said. "Just remember, one of you has to take all those off of him 
in the morning."
	"Oh, okay, Mom," Cindy groaned, hoping she could just keep 
diapering me until I was blue in the face. As tight and as big and as 
bulky as the diapers were around me, I was surprised I wasn't, in fact, 
blue in the face.
	My plastic pants were fitted over my enormous diapers. Just for 
good measure, Cindy put two more pairs of plastic pants on me. I 
waddled around in my huge and bulging diapers for a few minutes more 
until it was time for me to go to bed. Lisa and Cindy had each changed 
into their night gowns and were ready for bed. I ran into my bedroom to 
grab a white undershirt to wear to bed and then I joined my sisters in 
their bedroom. Cindy pulled back the covers and told me to "get my 
diapered butt into bed."
	"Can I sleep on the outside?" I asked her.
	"Why? It's not like you're going to get up for anything, 
especially the bathroom," Cindy said. "I may have to, though, so it 
makes more sense for me to be on the outside."
	With this, I climbed into the bed. Cindy smacked my butt with her 
hand just because she wanted to hear her hand go "whump" and listen to 
how thick my diapers were. I then lay down, though with my butt rolling 
around from the enormous diapers Cindy put on me it wasn't easy to 
remain in one spot. Cindy then got into her bed with me. I felt so 
awkward as I lay there thinking about the present situation.
	"Could you move your leg?" Cindy asked me as I lay there with my 
legs forced apart by the super thick diapers.
	"I can't," I said. "My diapers are too thick for me to close my 
legs."
	"Well, try anyway," she said.
	"This is it," I said. "Unless you thin my diapers down a little."
	"I don't think so," Cindy said. "I'd rather put up with your cold 
foot than your cold piss."
	Cindy and I then got settled down. I decided to sleep on my 
stomach since my butt was too roly-poly to allow me to remain still.
	"Now, don't try any funny stuff tonight," Cindy said. Lisa 
chuckled.
	"What do you mean?" I asked, only to realize that I should have 
just let it go, rather than act stupid about the remark.
	"That thing that you boys seem to do all the time when you think 
you're alone," Lisa said. With this, she turned out the light and 
crawled into her own bed. I could hear her bed frame straining from her 
body weight. I hoped the girls would go to sleep, but they stayed awake 
and talked about girls' stuff for the longest time, things like all the 
cute guys at school, other girls that I didn't know, their favorite 
movie stars, the latest affairs that were unfolding in their soap 
operas. I couldn't stand it much longer.
	"Could you guys be quiet?" I asked them kindly. "I'm trying to 
sleep."
	"So are we," Lisa said. "We talk like this every night until we 
get tired, and then we fall asleep."
	"Whatever," I thought. At least they could have talked about 
something that would be of interest to me, a boy. I did momentarily 
distract my sisters from their non-stop jabbering, however, when I let 
another big load of poop spill into my diapers. It was accompanied by a 
fart that would have been quite loud had my diapers not muffled the 
noise. Cindy complained about the smell.
	"Chris, did you poop your diapers already?" she asked me.
	"Well, either that, or Lisa farted," I said to Cindy.
	"I didn't fart, Chris," Lisa said back to me. "I heard it from 
over here, it was definitely you."
	"He more than farted," Cindy said. "He pooped, in my bed!"
	"Good thing he's got LOTS of diapers on, huh?" Lisa said.
	"Well, not enough diapers. It still stinks in my bed," Cindy 
said. "It's one thing to smell you, Chris, when I am changing your 
diapers. But it's another thing when your poopy butt stinks up my bed. 
I should have made you wear more diapers, anything to keep the smell 
inside of them."
	After the commotion over me soiling my diapers died down, Lisa 
and Cindy were back to talking about girl's things. Thank God Mom came 
by to tell them to shut up and get to sleep. Before I finally went to 
sleep myself, I knew one thing was for sure. I was going to sleep over 
at Tony's house with him tomorrow night and every night until I got my 
room back.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 13
---------------------------

	It felt funny waking up in the same bed as Cindy as well as just 
realizing that I had slept throughout the night right next to her. I 
knew that upon hearing their clock radio turning on and playing that 
techno-dance crap that I hated, that I was not in my own bedroom. The 
"music" (I use that term loosely) played for a couple more minutes 
before Lisa finally got up and shut it off. She then turned on the 
light and yelled, "rise and shine, Chris!"
	Cindy turned me and said, "phew, Chris, you stink!"
	"Uh, Cindy, in case you forgot, he *is* wearing diapers," Lisa 
said. "He always stinks."
	"Yeah, but I'm just not used to my bed smelling like this," Cindy 
said as she got up.
	"I'm washing my sheets when I get home from school today," Cindy 
said as she rubbed her eyes and shook her head, waving her long hair 
around. She left the bedroom to use the bathroom, as I could tell from 
the closing of the bathroom door.
	I was still feeling tired as I continued to lie there in Cindy's 
bed. Lisa then pulled the covers all the way off of me, knowing that 
Cindy was going to remove them anyway. I lied there feeling a draft 
blowing against my bare legs. Lisa looked at me lying on my stomach in 
my thick diapers and my shirt. She crawled onto the bed and sat up and 
leaned over me. With her one free hand, she patted me on the butt a 
couple times.
	"Wake up, sleepy-butt!" she said as she then slapped my behind 
with greater force, my dozen and a half diapers absorbing the impact. I 
didn't move, so she slapped my butt again, doing this repeatedly as she 
said, "wake up, wake up, wake up! Move your butt, move your butt, move 
your DIAPERED BUTT!"
	"Stop it, please, I'm awake," I moaned.
	"You still sound asleep, Chris," she said.
	"What time is it?" I asked her with my head still buried in the 
pillow.
	"Uhh, 5:52 A.M.," Lisa said.
	"Good God!" I said. "No wonder I'm so tired. I don't get up until 
6:45."
	"You don't go to school until 8:00, either. Our classes start at 
7:15."
	"So why do you get up an hour earlier, if your classes are only a 
half hour earlier?" I asked Lisa, starting to wake up some more. My 
eyes were open now.
	"Well, we girls have a lot more to do in the morning than you 
boys do, even those of you boys who don't wear diapers. We also have to 
take the time to clean you up and diaper you, too."
	I had closed my eyes again. Lisa then sat down on top of my 
thighs and said, "I think there's a better way to wake you, Chris."
	Lisa then started tickling me. Immediately, I was wide awake and 
trying to fight Lisa off of me. Her big body and her weight made it 
difficult for me to do this, especially while I was lying on my 
stomach, so she ran her fingers up and down my sides, pressing her 
stomach down against my diapered butt.
	Mom then came into the room and asked what all the commotion was 
about. She looked at Lisa sitting on top of my legs and resting her 
hands on my butt.
	"What are you doing?" Mom asked Lisa.
	"I'm waking Chris up," she said.
	"It looks like he's awake now," my Mom said. "You need to get 
going and ready for school, and phew, it smells in here, too! I'm not 
used to you girls having a bedroom that stinks like Chris' room does. 
Better go change his diapers."
	"Okay, Mom," Lisa said. She finally got up off of me and I got up 
from the bed. My legs were stiff after having Lisa sitting on them for 
so long. At about this time Cindy was coming back into the bedroom. Her 
hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her.
	"Chris, cover your eyes and leave the room," Cindy said to me as 
she didn't want me to see her with only a towel around her. Funny 
thing, she and Lisa got to see me in just my diapers all day long, 
every single day, and even totally naked when they changed my diapers 
as Lisa was about to do. I asked Cindy why she wanted me not to see 
her.
	"I'm not used to you being up this early, Chris, and normally I 
can come from the bathroom to the bedroom with just a towel around me."
	"But you're still covered up," I said.
	"Easy for her to say," Lisa said. "I'm too big for any of our 
towels to cover me all the way around, so I have come out of the 
bathroom bare-boobed, or let my big butt show from behind."
	Lisa escorted me out of the bedroom, taking me past Cindy as she 
was waiting for me to leave the room so that she could get dressed. 
Since my diapers and diapering supplies were out in the front room, 
Lisa changed me there. She took off all the diapers that Cindy had put 
on me the night before. Even for as thick as the diapers were, all the 
layers absorbed my heavy overnight pissing, and the wet, near-diarrhea 
poop had soaked through a few layers as well. My poop completely filled 
up the seat of the diapers and had spread up through the crotch. My 
butt was smothered, as was everything else in between my butt and my 
balls.
	"I'd hate to think of what Cindy would have done had your diapers 
leaked," Lisa said to me. "Looking at the way Cindy had you diapered 
last night, however, I don't think there was much chance of that 
happening."
	Lisa quickly made some notes regarding the condition of my 
diapers in the tracking log, being that she had to get herself showered 
and dressed and do all the other things that girls had to do in the 
morning. Besides having the assumed exclusively boyish privilege of 
wearing diapers in our family, I was glad to be a boy for not having to 
make myself look pretty every day.
	Lisa cleaned me up and put a disposable diaper on me. She then 
carried the soiled diapers to the washroom and let them soak. I took 
off my white undershirt that I wore to bed and put on a regular T-shirt 
and went around in that and the disposable diaper for awhile before 
putting on any pants. I was well ahead of my normal schedule by having 
gotten up earlier, and I even had time to play some games on the 
computer before going to school. The girls were off their usual routine 
and were usually showered and dressed by the time they changed my 
diapers. They quickly ate their breakfast and then headed for the bus.
	I sat at the table eating my cereal with just Mom sitting across 
from me reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. Dad was getting ready 
for work at this time.
	"Mom, can I stay at Tony's house tonight?" I asked her.
	"It's only the beginning of the week, Chris," my Mom told me.
	"I know, but I just don't think I should be sleeping in the same 
bed or the same bedroom as Lisa and Cindy."
	"Why, didn't you sleep well?" my Mom asked me.
	"No, I didn't. Lisa and Cindy just jabbered all night, for one 
thing, and Cindy was complaining how I was stinking up her bed."
	"I don't see how *that* could have happened, she had your butt 
plenty diapered up last night!" my Mom said.
	"That was another problem," I said. "I couldn't keep my legs 
together and Cindy kept complaining about this."
	"At least I know that no incest occurred from how many diapers 
you had on," Mom said to me, sounding like she intended it as a joke. 
Seeing that I was not very receptive to her remark at this hour, Mom 
changed the subject.
	"As for their talking, I'm sure they were doing it just because 
you were there. They usually don't talk that much."
	"Well, can I stay at Tony's tonight, anyway?" I asked again, 
hoping to God that Mom would say "yes."
	"Ask Tony's Mom, if she says you can, then I guess it's okay," my 
Mom said.
	That was good enough to pass for a "yes" as far as I was 
concerned. Tony's mother was pretty easy-going and I felt confident 
that she wouldn't mind having me stay over with Tony during the school 
week.
	Mom got my pants for me and then I put them on. I grabbed my book 
bag when it was time for me to leave for the bus. On the way to school 
I told Tony how things had gone the day and the night before. I told 
him how I had to empty all my drawers out and bring all of my 
belongings out to the front room, using up the space on the couch for 
my diapers. I told him about how I had to get Cotton out of the 
furniture mover's truck, having to appear before the two men in my 
diapers, not to mention going out to the street dressed this way. We 
had gotten to school and I didn't even get a chance to tell Tony how 
Lisa found my notebook full of drawings and stories and how the rest of 
my family reacted. I planned on continuing my story at recess.
	When recess rolled around I met up with Tony, hoping to ask him 
about staying at his house tonight. First, I told Tony about the 
notebook that was found stashed between the mattresses of my bed and 
how I ended up conceding and letting Lisa see it, followed by Cindy, 
and then my Mom and Dad.
	"What did everyone say about it?"
	"Lisa and Cindy thought it was cute, though weird, and my parents 
seemed cool about it, too, and more or less told me that it's my 
business and I can do what I want as long as it makes me happy. I don't 
think anyone was surprised, since everyone's known all along that I 
love to wear diapers. I just don't think they realized how much I 
really think about diapers and draw pictures and stories about them.
	The topic of discussion remained on drawing pictures and writing 
stories. It hadn't occurred to me that Tony may have let his mother, 
and perhaps Kara, see the things he has drawn and written as we always 
looked at his material while in his bedroom alone. He still had our 
first "book" that we made together three years ago. Tony was a good 
artist and I was always impressed with his drawing skills.
	"She's seen my drawings, and she's even read some of my stories," 
Tony said. "She figures that as long as I am reading and writing things 
that I enjoy, she doesn't mind." Just when I was getting to telling 
Tony about how things went the night before, the bell rang. Damn!
	"See you at lunch," I said as we split off and went to our 
classrooms.
	When lunch arrived Tony and I got our diapers changed by the 
nurse and then we took our usual spot in the lunchroom. Megan joined us 
and sat down at our table. I wanted to just tell Tony about how my 
night went with having to share the bed with Cindy, although I didn't 
think Megan would mind hearing the story.
	"First, you should have seen how many diapers Cindy put on me," I 
said.
	"I've seen how many diapers your sisters use on you, Chris," Tony 
said.
	"So have I," Megan added and smiled. "They use a lot."
	"Isn't that what you like to wear?" Tony asked me.
	"Oh yes, of course," I said. "But Cindy really layered them on me 
and used eighteen diapers at once."
	"Eighteen!?" Tony and Megan exclaimed in unison.
	"I'd have *loved* to have seen that!" Megan said.
	"I was wearing twelve at my birthday," I said to her.
	"I know," she said, satisfied with having seen me in just my 
diapers recently. "Your thick diapers really make your cute butt look 
so big and stand out," Megan said to me.
	"Why so many diapers?" Tony asked. "Not that you don't wear a lot 
of diapers as it is."
	"Cindy decided that since I was going to be sleeping in the same 
bed with her, that she didn't want to take any chances and possibly 
have me get pee and poop in her bed, so she kept diapering me until Mom 
told her to stop. Who know how many she would have tried to put on me."
	Tony and Megan were both laughing, amused by the scenario as I 
described the rest of the night's events.
	"Then they started talking just to keep me awake, then Cindy 
complained that I made her bed stink, as well as the rest of the 
bedroom. Then they woke up earlier than I do, so I was tired and I had 
to get up with them, so Lisa sat on my legs and patted my butt and 
tickled me." Megan was really getting a kick out of hearing me describe 
what Lisa did to me, though Tony had seen it a number of times and was 
often sat on and tickled by Lisa, too. Megan couldn't even eat she was 
laughing so hard.
	I decided to cut to the chase and ask Tony about staying with him 
overnight instead. Tony was thinking one step ahead of me, however.
	"Why don't you come over and stay at my house tonight?" Tony 
suggested.
	"Well, that's just what I was going to ask you," I said. "Do you 
think it would be okay?"
	"My Mom probably won't mind, but since it's going to be on a 
school night, I don't know for sure."
	"If she says no, then you can come over and stay at my place with 
me," Megan said. I blushed, which seemed to be the reaction that Megan 
was wanting to get out of me.
	"You can sleep in my bed, and I'll make sure you're good and 
diapered, too," Megan added. My face turned even redder and I could 
feel it. Megan then reached across the table and patted me on the 
shoulder.
	"Oh, relax, Chris!" Megan said, assuring me that she was only 
kidding. "If I wanted to do anything, I'd have to take eighteen diapers 
off of you first, anyway."
	After school was out and we were on the bus, I asked Tony if I 
could just spend the afternoon at his house as well. He told me that he 
didn't mind, but felt that his mother may only let me be there in the 
evening and didn't want us to spend the entire day together like it was 
a Friday afternoon. I agreed to this and told him that I would 
hopefully see him that night.
	Tony got off at his bus stop and then I got off at mine and went 
home. Lisa and Cindy were already there, of course. I went into my room 
to see if anything else had been done in there. It looked the same way 
as it did the night before. The paint had dried but the room still 
smelled of fresh paint.
	Cindy was busy washing her sheets as she said she would do when 
she got home.
	"It still stinks in our bedroom," Cindy said to me.
	"Well, then use some air freshener," I suggested.
	"We're out of it," Cindy said. "Talk about bad timing."
	"I can't help it that my poopy diapers smell," I said.
	"Well, I don't care how big Lisa is, you're sleeping in her bed 
with her tonight," Cindy said.
	"Actually, I'm hoping I'll be going to Tony's house and staying 
over there," I said to her.
	"I hope so," Cindy said. "I shudder to think about the things you 
do with yourself in your bed when I'm not there lying next to you," she 
said, paraphrasing a line out of the movie "Christmas Vacation."
	"You probably look at your notebook full of drawings and stories 
while you're doing it," Cindy said.
	"Cindy, that's my business, if you don't mind," I said to her. My 
diaper was wet and full of shit and I needed to be changed. It was 
Lisa's turn to do it. I went back to their bedroom and knocked on the 
door.
	"Who is it?" Lisa asked.
	"Who do you think it is?" I asked, feeling mildly annoyed. "Cindy 
doesn't have to knock."
	"I'll be right there," Lisa said.
	Lisa had invited Betty over for the afternoon. I stood there at 
the door and listened to them laughing as they often did every time 
they got together. I put my ear to the door and listened in.
	"Look at this one that he drew!" I heard Lisa say to Betty.
	"Your brother is so obsessed with this shit!" Betty said.
	"Well, he's obsessed with shitting in his diapers, anyway," Lisa 
said. "Read what he wrote below it!"
	I could tell that Lisa was showing Betty my notebook. I was 
embarrassed knowing that she saw it, but I figured that the cat had 
gotten out of the bag a long time ago and it didn't matter anymore.
	I knocked on the door again, getting impatient. This time both 
the girls came to the door.
	"Oh, I guess it's time for your diaper change," Lisa said.
	"Can I help?" Betty asked.
	"Sure, you can write the results on the tracking form for me," 
Lisa said. I was taken to my makeshift diaper- changing station in the 
front room, where I lay down on the changing pad. Lisa pulled my pants 
off of me and handed them to Betty, who knew what to do with them. When 
she got back Lisa told her where the tracking forms were. Lisa checked 
my diaper, front and back and had me stand back up as she ran her hands 
all over my diaper, feeling the wetness in the front as well as my 
hard-on underneath it, although unintentionally.
	"You are one stinky little boy, Chris!" Lisa said as she looked 
at the seat of my diapers sagging from the load of poop I put into it. 
I was back down on the changing pad, where Lisa had removed the well-
used diaper and left me lying naked with an erection. She started 
wiping me up.
	While I was lying there I heard some footsteps coming up to the 
front door. Seconds later, the doorbell rang.
	"God, no!" I thought to myself. I asked Lisa if we could move to 
another room of the house.
	"Your butt's a mess, Chris, and I don't want you to walk around 
the house and drip poop all over the floor," Lisa said. "We'll just 
stay right here."
	"Maybe it's Tony," I thought.
	Cindy looked through the window and saw a truck parked outside.
	"I doubt Tony drives a UPS truck," Cindy said. She opened the 
door and greeted the gentleman who was waiting."
	"Good afternoon," the man said. "Is the head of the household in 
right now?"
	"Well, I guess that would be me," Lisa said as she got up and 
looked out the front door. "Come on in!"
	"No! Dammit, Lisa!" I thought. I was in a very compromising 
position right now, naked, my legs apart, and my butt smothered in 
poop, producing quite an odor.
	"I have an order for Robert and Brenda Barrett," he said.
	"Well, I'm Lisa, I'm their oldest daughter," she said.
	"That's good enough," the driver said as he instructed Lisa to 
sign for receipt of the delivery. Lisa knew that it was my crib, diaper 
cabinet and changing table. She told the driver where to set 
everything. He had already brought one box up with him and brought it 
into the house.
	He looked at me as I was lying there still naked and being wiped 
up by Lisa. He set the box down and then went back out to get another 
one. He gave me an odd glance as he went back out.
	"Can you at least get a diaper on me?" I asked Lisa humbly.
	"He's a guy, Chris, he knows what boys look like naked," Lisa 
said.
	"I'm sure he does, but that doesn't mean I want him to see me!" I 
said.
	"Oh, very well," Lisa said. "He'd either see you naked or in your 
diapers, and I don't imagine you want him to see you in your diapers, 
either. Looks like your stuck either way."
	Lisa had finished wiping up my poopy bottom. Betty was helping 
fold diapers during this time. Lisa took one of them from the stack and 
put it underneath me. By the time the driver came back in Lisa had the 
first diaper covering my privates as she was busy pinning it on. Lisa 
and Betty then both put the remaining diapers from the stack on me. The 
driver had made another trip out to the truck and back in again, seeing 
that I was already very thickly diapered and still getting more diapers 
pinned on when the driver left. He took another look at me lying there 
with several diapers wedged into my crotch.
	A few minutes later the phone rang. I was hoping that it would be 
Tony and I was glad to find out that it was. He said that his mother 
would let me stay there with them for tonight and they would stop by at 
around 6:00 to pick me up.
	"Thank God!" I thought.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 14
---------------------------

	For the first time in a long while I was going to have a 
sleepover at Tony's house on a school night. When Mom came home I told 
her that I was going to Tony's house, and my sisters and I all were in 
mutual and enthusiastic agreement that this arrangement would be best. 
My Mom reminded me that this was not going to be like a regular 
sleepover and she expected me to take my homework with me. Fortunately 
all I had was a math assignment and some spelling. In addition to my 
schoolbooks, I also packed along my toothbrush, a change of socks, my 
pants for school and a supply of diapers, comprised mostly of several 
cloth diapers for me to wear overnight, more than I knew I would 
probably need, but I always liked to have them on hand just in case. 
There were a couple pairs of plastic pants in the bag, too, and I also 
packed a couple disposable diapers for me to wear in the morning before 
going to school. Last, but not least, the all-important tracking log 
for my diaper usage was also packed in with my bag. It was full and 
heavy from all the cloth diapers that I was taking with me. Lisa 
performed an hourly check of my diapers before Tony and his Mom showed 
up.
	I walked out to their car in just my diapers as my pants were 
tucked away in the bag and that I had nothing to wear over the diapers 
I already had on. Kara smiled and greeted me. On the way to Tony's 
house, we were more or less given the same lecture about it being a 
school night and not a "normal" sleepover.
	"Yes, Mom, we know," Tony said. "I don't have very much to do 
anyway."
	"Me neither," I said, looking forward to whatever activities we 
would be doing, which remained undetermined.
	A few minutes after we got to Tony's house, Kara and Tony's 
mother said that they were leaving again to get some groceries and to 
do some other shopping.
	"We're only going to be gone for an hour and a half, maybe two 
hours, so be good, boys, and get your homework done first."
	"Will do," Tony said. We watched his mother and Kara both leave 
and close the door.
	"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Tony asked.
	"How much homework do you have?" I asked him.
	"I got a science test coming up, and a short math assignment. How 
about you?"
	"Just some math and spelling," I said.
	"Let's get it over with and think about what we'll do the rest of 
the night," Tony said. He took off his pants and revealed the wet 
diaper that he had on underneath.
	"Won't need these for awhile," Tony said with a smile as he 
tossed his pants into the washroom. His diaper was very puffy in the 
front and yellow-tinted. When Tony turned around and headed to his 
bedroom I could see the back of his diaper was weighed down by a good 
load of poop. I went in there with him and watched him take his diaper 
off. As I expected, his dick was stiff when he removed the diaper. The 
back half of it was covered in poop. Tony stood in the corner and wiped 
himself up, exhibiting his independence and ability to take care of his 
own diaper changes when he needed to, whereas I was always expected to 
leave this job for my sisters to do.
	"So how often does Kara change your diapers?" I asked Tony.
	"Just about any time she's here," Tony said. "But she's in 
Brownies, and this spring she'll be playing Little League, she wants to 
play soccer, too, and she won't be home a lot, so I'll have to get used 
to doing this more often."
	As I watched Tony run the wipe through his butt crack I became 
very excited and aroused as I knew how good this sort of thing felt. I 
wished I could have been wiping his butt for him. He then walked over 
to his diaper drawer and was only wearing his shirt and was otherwise 
naked and with a hard-on. He turned his bare butt to me as he bent over 
to retrieve a diaper out of his bottom drawer. He then grabbed a couple 
diaper doublers and then he carried these things over to the bed. He 
laid them down. I expected him to start diapering himself, but he just 
sat there.
	"Wanna come diaper me?" Tony asked me. I was quite surprised by 
this.
	"You serious?" I asked him. I wasn't used to seeing anyone but 
Kara and his mother change him when I was here, and it occurred to me 
that the opportunity for me to change him had never come up in all the 
times that I had stayed over at Tony's house.
	I felt awkward to take Tony up on this, though the thought of it 
excited me and I couldn't resist.
	"Uh, sure," I said after a brief pause.
	"You don't have to if you don't want to, I understand," Tony 
said, sensing my discomfort.
	"No, no, it's okay," I said as I went up to him. I looked down at 
his crotch. His balls had been wiped clean and all the dirty work had 
been taken care of.
	"Do I need to powder you first?" I asked Tony.
	"I pre-powder my diapers," Tony said as he handed me the diaper 
that he brought from his drawer. I could smell the sweet powder on it 
and I also felt it on my fingers.
	"Just lay the doublers in there and pull it up, tape it up, easy 
as that. Just make sure it's good and tight."
	Tony lay back as he watched me nervously place the doublers on 
the front panel of his diaper. I then picked it up and started pulling 
it over his groin. His hard dick appeared to be staring me right in the 
face at this point, but it wasn't that way for long. I covered his 
genitals with the diaper, which pulled his penis upwards as I brought 
the diaper up. I then pulled it tight and stuck the tapes on the 
diaper. The head of his dick was making a tent in the front of his 
diaper.
	"How am I doing?" I asked Tony as I wasn't used to changing 
anyone else's diapers, much less my own.
	"You're doing fine, Chris, you're doing fine. It's nice and 
tight."
	I felt pretty good that Tony felt that I handled changing his 
diaper so well. Tony then asked me to hand him his diaper tracking log 
and pointed out that it was on top of his dresser. I spotted it lying 
there and walked over to it to grab it.
	After Tony wrote down the necessary information, he got off of 
his bed. I watched him as he walked around his room. I took a close 
look at his diaper, knowing that I was the one that put it on him. It 
snugly covered up his butt and the tapes looked like they were secure. 
I thought about how clean and dry his diaper was and how it wouldn't 
stay that way for too long.
	"How is your diaper doing?" Tony asked me.
	"You mean *diaper-s*," I said, emphasizing the plural. I lifted 
my leg and showed my crotch to Tony and said, "See all the *diaper-s* 
that I'm wearing? See them, huh huh? See my dia-PER-S!" I then turned 
around and bent over and started spanking myself there.
	"See my *dia-PERS* on my butt? See all the *dia-PERS* that my 
sister put on me?"
	I was getting carried away with myself. I felt much less 
inhibited at Tony's house since my sisters and my parents weren't 
around, so I felt free to express how much I enjoyed diapers when only 
Tony and I were together.
	"Well, it's a good thing you're wearing all those diapers," Tony 
said to me.
	"Of course it is. I'm a diaper-peeing, diaper-pooping little boy 
and proud of it!" I said, enjoying the "diaper trip" that I had just 
gotten on. Not even Kara or Tony's Mom was there and I felt totally 
unrestrained.
	"Wanna have some more diaper fun tonight?" Tony asked me. 
Apparently, he seemed to be less inhibited by having the house to 
himself as well.
	"Sure," I said. "Are we going to have another pooping contest?"
	"More than that," Tony said. "I thought that we could try some 
laxatives again, just for the hell of it."
	Given the mood that I was in at this point, this sounded like so 
much fun. We usually did this on weekends, but I disregarded the fact 
that it was a school night and was taking the risk of possibly going to 
school the next day with the shits. Tony then went into the bathroom 
and handed me some laxative tablets. He took some in his hand, and at 
the same time, on the count of three, we each swallowed them, 
acknowledging this moment as the "point of no return." I knew that 
within an hour or two I would be shitting like crazy and enjoying it.
	We decided to get going on the homework. Tony and I each sat 
across from each other at their kitchen table. With the two of us 
talking and bullshitting around, plus the fact that we had the radio 
going, we didn't get a lot done as far as homework goes, at least until 
Tony's Mom and Kara returned home, then we buckled down and got to 
business.
	Before we got going on our homework, Tony's mom asked us to help 
carry in the groceries. Tony and I went out to the driveway, knowing 
that we'd be seen in our diapers by the neighbors. It wasn't be the 
first time that Tony's neighbors had seen me in diapers as I had 
streaked across the yard at Tony's house in my diapers the day before 
when I had to get into his bedroom to get my pants from him when nobody 
was home. Fortunately, at this time of evening it was getting to be 
dusk.
	Kara was standing right behind me as I was bent over and reaching 
into the back seat of their car to grab a bag of groceries. As I was 
picking up the bag, I loaded my diapers. Kara acknowledged it as she 
asked me, "Do you need me to change your diapers now, Chris?"
	"Not yet," I said to her. "I think I'll be okay." She was 
smiling, knowing that sooner or later my poopy diapers would have to 
come off.
	"Well, then can I check your diapers and see how they're doing?" 
she asked me, referring to the tracking log.
	"Oh yeah, sure, if you want to," I said.
	Kara then followed me back into the house as we carried in the 
last of the groceries. Kara followed Tony and me into his bedroom, 
where she looked over the condition of his diaper and recorded some 
notes, indicating that his diapers were visibly wet and puffy in the 
front and in the crotch, but were not poopy. I figured that had she 
waited a few more minutes, the report would be different as the 
laxative was active inside of Tony's digestive system. Kara then 
checked my diapers, but she had a harder time trying to detect where my 
diapers were wet and messy.
	"Your diapers look clean to me," Kara said.
	"They're not, trust me," I replied.
	"Yeah, I can still smell you," Kara said. "But I don't see 
anything that shows you wet or pooped-- probably because you're wearing 
so many diapers, huh?" With this she smiled and patted me on the butt. 
She then made the appropriate remarks in my tracking log.
	I joined Tony back at the table as we finished up the homework 
while Tony's mother made dinner. During that time I crapped again. The 
effects of the laxative were also starting to kick in for Tony.
	"I don't know if we should have done this on a school night," I 
thought to myself, having come down from the "diaper high" that I was 
on earlier and realizing what consequences lay ahead.
	It was after 8:30 in the evening by the time we finished eating 
dinner. I thought that the laxative had already ran its course, though 
I took three tablets, as did Tony. Tony and I were sitting on the couch 
with Kara when we simultaneously farted and loaded our diapers. Kara 
was sitting in between us, and apparently she got a stereo effect from 
this. She looked at each of us.
	"You guys did that at the same time!" she said.
	"It's called synchronized shitting," Tony said with a smile. His 
mom had left the room, otherwise he probably would have said "pooping" 
instead.
	Kara looked down at the crotch of Tony's diaper and noted that 
there was some leakage spilling out of the leg opening.
	"Your diaper's leaking," Kara said to her older brother. Tony 
looked down at himself and confirmed this.
	"Oh crap," Tony said.
	"Literally," Kara replied. "I might as well change both of you 
now."
	Kara followed Tony and I into his bedroom. We both sat down on 
the bed and looked at her as she stood before us. Seeing that Tony's 
diaper was in more immediate need of changing, she decided to take care 
of his first. I could still last awhile in what I had on.
	I remained seated on Tony's bed while Tony got down on the floor. 
I watched Kara go to work on his diaper change. She stuck the small 
padded mat underneath his bottom and then took the diaper off. To say 
that his diaper was well- used was an understatement.
	"You sure pooped a lot this time," Kara remarked.
	"Yeah, and I'm going to poop some more," Tony said, though he 
didn't offer to explain why. After Kara pulled away the diaper from his 
bottom, he squirted out more poop, which spilled all over the changing 
mat and onto the floor.
	"I'd better get you diapered fast," Kara said to Tony. "It looks 
like you've got the poops again."
	"Yeah, I do, don't I?" Tony said, knowing that he brought it on 
intentionally.
	Kara cleaned up Tony as well as the changing mat and the carpet 
where his wet shit had dripped. When she was done with this, she called 
me down from the bed and told me to sit on the mat. She reached for the 
waistband of my plastic pants and pulled them off, greeted by a dozen 
diapers to be removed. Kara wasn't used to handling my cloth diapers 
and she always had a hard time undoing all of Lisa's or Cindy's pin-
work, being as excessive as it was. In spite of this, she liked to 
change me out of my dirty cloth diapers and into clean ones since it 
was new and different for her.
	After several minutes of taking pins out and stripping me of my 
diapers, I was finally naked. Kara was staring at the big mess that she 
had to take of now.
	"Other than the smell, I would have never known that there was 
all that poop in those diapers!" Kara said. "You're pooping a lot, too, 
just like Tony."
	"You wanna tell her?" Tony asked me. Kara looked up at him 
curiously.
	"Tell Kara?" I said to Tony.
	"Tell me what?" Kara asked.
	"We took some laxatives again," Tony said.
	"Oh, so that explains these extra messy diapers," Kara said. 
"Well, it's a good thing you brought along a lot of diapers, Chris, 
because I'm gonna use them on you."
	"I hope you'll hurry with the first diaper," I said to her. "I'm 
about to poop again."
	Kara started sprinkling the powder all over my balls and my 
crotch when my butt discharged some more poop, right onto the changing 
mat. It caught her by surprise.
	"Eww!" she said. "That came right out as I was wiping you."
	"Hey, I warned you, didn't I?" I said to Kara.
	"You guys and your laxatives," Kara said. "I guess I'd have to be 
a boy to understand."
	Tony and I looked at each other and smiled in agreement over 
Kara's remark.
	Kara had left the room to grab an old towel from the bathroom. 
She returned and pulled the changing mat out from underneath me and had 
me set my poopy butt down on the towel. She cleaned me up again and 
gave me another application of powder. When this was done she went to 
my bag and pulled out several diapers and began folding them. Lisa and 
Cindy had shown her how to fold them and she was getting to be quite 
good at it for only changing me every few weeks or so whenever I was at 
Tony's house for a sleepover.
	Kara then started laying the diapers on and pinning them up, 
although she was more modest with the pins and only used enough to make 
sure the diapers were tight, which they were. My diapers were just as 
thick as before, however, as she put twelve of them on me.
	"Knowing the way you poop in your diapers without laxatives, 
Chris, I'm sure not gonna take any chances now, so I'm diapering you 
just like your sisters do," Kara said with a smile as she prepared to 
add another diaper to my already very thick set.
	Minutes later, Kara had me diapered and in my plastic pants. She 
then took the changing mat into the bathroom and washed it off. She 
brought it back while Tony and I were taking off our day shirts. Kara 
then went to her room to change into her pajamas. I slipped on one of 
my white undershirts to sleep in while Tony decided to go without a 
shirt at all as he often did. It made his diaper stand out more as the 
white material contrasted against his skin, whereas my shirt blended in 
with my diaper. As mine was a short shirt that Lisa had trimmed up, it 
allowed most of my diapers to show, as high up as they went on me, 
hence Lisa's reason for trimming it.
	Just before Kara went to bed she gave our diapers another 
examination. Tony had already pooped in his, mostly liquid, which Kara 
noted in his tracking log. She checked my diapers, too, but was not 
able to tell that I had also pooped mine other than the odor. By the 
time Tony and I went to bed, we had both shit in our diapers again.
	"Mine's coming out all liquid now," Tony said.
	"Mine, too," I said.
	"I think we may have overdone it on the laxatives," Tony said, 
sounding as if he regretted it.
	"I just hope it finishes doing its thing before we go to school 
tomorrow," I said, also regretting that I took the laxatives while I 
was staying over with Tony on a school night.
	Everything seemed so much different knowing that Tony and I had 
to go to school tomorrow. It wasn't even 11:00 yet and already we were 
in bed. We also kept the talking down since we didn't want Tony's mom 
coming in and telling us to get to sleep.
	I could see that when the light shining through from underneath 
the door went out, Tony's mom had gone to bed. She was usually in bed 
when Tony and I were the ones who were still awake. This was definitely 
not a typical sleepover.
	While I was lying on the cot next to Tony's bed, I heard him load 
his diaper again. He blasted out a very wet and juicy fart. I was 
cutting them, too, as I shit myself some more, but my farts were 
muffled by my thick diapers.
	"Chris, you still awake?" he asked me.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Can you do me a favor?" Tony asked me.
	I had a feeling he wanted me to change him, and I was right.
	"Can you change me?" he asked.
	"Uh, sure, yeah, if you trust my diapering job, since you've got 
the shits as bad as I do."
	Tony then turned on the lamp that was next to his bed. He then 
got up and headed for his changing mat. I watched him from behind as he 
walked around his bed. I could see that his diaper was very loaded. He 
sat down on the changing pad and waited for me to remove the diaper. 
This would be the first time that I would not only diaper Tony, but 
also do all the dirty work.
	I knelt down before Tony and I pulled at the tapes. I pulled away 
the front of his soaked diaper and saw that his poop had made its way 
up to his balls. Even the diaper doublers were covered in poop. He was 
a mess.
	I got up and grabbed some wipes and I began cleaning Tony's 
bottom. It seemed odd that handling someone else's shit seemed more 
gross than seeing, feeling and smelling my own, but I was used to my 
own messy diapers and tried to think of Tony's diapers as my own while 
I cleaned him.
	Tony was enjoying having me clean him up as he had a very stiff 
hard-on. When I wiped his balls, he asked me to keep wiping him there. 
He then put his hand on top of mine and slowly guided it towards his 
dick, hinting that he wanted me to jack him off. I really felt silly 
about doing this, but at the same time, I was getting aroused by it, 
too. I started stroking his hard-on slowly, and then more vigorously. 
Tony had his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned, and within a few 
seconds, he shot his cum load. It went straight up in the air and 
landed back down in front of his crotch, and some of it got on my hand, 
too.
	"Oh yeah, that felt good," Tony said.
	"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, thinking about what I had 
done.
	"Look, let's keep this a secret, okay?" I asked Tony.
	"Oh yeah, of course," Tony said. "Now put my diaper on me before 
I shit again."
	I got a diaper from Tony's drawer and took a whiff of the powder 
that was sprinkled onto it. I placed two doublers in the front and then 
I put the diaper up around his shirtless body. Tony winced as his now 
limp and sensitive penis was pulled up with the tightening diaper. I 
fastened the tapes and asked Tony how the diaper was.
	"I guess we'll find that out when I shit again," Tony said.
	"Is it okay?" I asked him.
	"It's fine," Tony said as he pulled on the seat of his diaper. 
"You even gave me a wedgie with my diaper, it's so tight. You could do 
something else for me, though," he said.
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"Put some of your cloth diapers on over my disposable, just to be 
sure," he said.
	I agreed that a little extra protection wouldn't hurt, and I 
wanted to see Tony wearing cloth diapers, so he sat back down on the 
pad. I went to my bag and pulled out four more diapers.
	"How many do you want?" I asked him.
	"That'll do," he said. I folded the diapers to the best of my 
ability, having watched Lisa and Cindy do it enough times. I put each 
diaper around Tony and pinned them up. They didn't look as tight as 
what Lisa and Cindy were capable of doing, but they would do for 
tonight. I watched Tony return to his bed. I didn't realize how high up 
my diapers really went on me until I saw them on Tony, especially since 
he had no shirt on and I could see the diapers in their entirety.
	I got to thinking about Tony reciprocating and stroking me off as 
I was now very highly aroused from having masturbated him and changed 
his diaper. Of course, this would have required that he remove all my 
diapers first, and I needed to leave them on since I still felt like I 
had some liquid shit working in my system.
	Tony could see that I was stroking myself through my diapers and 
offered to "finish the job" for me.
	"We'll leave the diapers on," Tony said. "Too much work to take 
them all off."
	I nodded at this to acknowledge my agreement, and I felt that to 
not have the diapers on would have been completely remiss as the 
diapers were what got me so aroused in the first place. Tony then got 
back out of his bed and then knelt down next to me as I lay on the cot. 
He used both his hands as he massaged the front of my diapers and made 
my already stiff dick even more aroused. Tony said he couldn't feel it 
through all the diapers, but he knew it was there, of course. I closed 
my eyes and thought about what Tony looked like wearing just a loaded 
diaper. I told him to stop when I ejaculated.
	"Oh yeah, ahh, yeah," I said as I felt my penis still spurting 
semen after Tony had taken his hands off of my diapers. When he got up, 
I could see that there was a tent inside his diapers.
	"Thanks," I said to him as he climbed back into his bed.
	"Good night," Tony said as he turned the lamp off.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 15
---------------------------

	I thought that the effects of the laxatives were finished with 
me, but as I lay there in Tony's room trying to fall asleep, I kept 
pooping in my diapers. It was like having diarrhea, which I was used to 
dealing with while wearing diapers, but it was like a more severe case 
of diarrhea than normal. All I could think about was hoping that I 
would not be shitting myself all day in school tomorrow.
	Tony let his alarm clock blare for at least two minutes before he 
finally got up to turn it off. I lay awake while I waited for him to 
turn it off. I was feeling groggy, having gotten only a little sleep 
for two nights in a row. I watched Tony as he got out of his bed and 
turned off the alarm. He turned on his lamp and then turned around to 
look at me to see if I was awake.
	"Morning." Tony said. "How are your diapers?" he asked me.
	"Full of shit," I said.
	"Mine, too," Tony replied. "In fact, you could literally say that 
I'm in deep shit."
	"We might be in deep shit going to school today," I said. "And I 
don't just mean literally, either."
	"I know what you mean. Remind me to only take one laxative if we 
do this again," Tony replied. "I'm just glad I'm wearing these extra 
diapers, or my sheets would be smothered in shit. God, I'm a mess."
	"Me, too," I said. "Is Kara going to change us?"
	"No," Tony said, "She doesn't have time to do it in the morning 
since she has to get ready for school, so I change myself."
	"Could you change me?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, I can, and then you can change me," he said with a smile
	"Let me warn you," I said to Tony as I showed him my diapered 
butt and pointed to it. "While you may see clean, snow white diapers on 
the surface, it's not going to be a pretty sight once you get down 
inside."
	"Maybe we'd better go clean ourselves up in the bathroom," Tony 
said to me.
	"You mean, in the shower?" I asked.
	"Yeah, let's go in there before Kara beats us," Tony said. I 
followed him into the bathroom and we closed the door. Tony took the 
pins out of the cloth diapers that he had on over his disposable 
diaper. The cloth diapers had caught the poop that had leaked out of 
the disposable diaper. I could see the butt of his diaper sagging from 
all the weight of his poop. It was running down his legs as he 
unfastened the tapes. The diaper fell to the floor and shit splattered 
everywhere.
	"Oh shit," Tony said.
	"That's what it looks like to me," I said as I was still undoing 
my own diapers. I watched Tony get into the shower. His butt was 
totally smothered in poop. He left a short trail of dripping liquid 
stool, some of which had dripped onto the edge of the tub.
	I let my diapers drop to the floor. The first few layers were 
completely saturated with loose, runny shit that had soaked all the way 
up to the front of my diapers. The rest of my diapers were soaked from 
my overnight wetting. I also started dripping poop onto the floor and 
leaving my mark as I got into the shower with Tony.
	I couldn't help but to have a big hard-on while standing in the 
shower with Tony, both of us completely naked with our bodies all wet. 
Tony also had an erection the whole time he and I were in the shower 
together. He had just finished cleaning himself off and I took my spot 
at the opposite end of the tub where the spray was directed at full 
blast. I turned my butt to the water and let it cleanse off the mess 
from my buttocks. Tony and I were standing together in ankle-deep shit-
tainted water by the time we finished cleaning ourselves up.
	Kara knocked on the door and asked us what we had been doing in 
the bathroom for so long.
	"Cleaning up," Tony said as he and I dried ourselves off. "We'll 
be right out."
	"Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom and brush my teeth," Kara 
said.
	Tony finished drying himself off from the shower and he set his 
towel back on the bar. He was completely naked as he walked towards the 
bathroom door and started to open it. I kept my towel around me as I 
walked out behind him. Even though Kara had seen me naked when she 
changed my diapers, I still didn't like to walk around wearing nothing 
in front of her or anyone else unless I was in my own house.
	Kara went into the bathroom after we left, but then she 
immediately came right back out, holding her nose.
	"Phew, you guys sure stunk up the bathroom," Kara complained.
	"Sorry," Tony said.
	"Yeah, at least we don't stink up bathrooms very often, since we 
wear diapers," I remarked to Kara.
	"Are you guys going to take care of these poopy diapers on the 
floor?" Kara asked us as she pointed to them sitting on the floor.
	"Yeah, we will, sorry," Tony said to Kara. "I'll get the plastic 
bucket for your diapers, Chris."
	Tony walked out to the kitchen, still completely naked, as he 
went to get the bucket that they let me use for my diapers whenever I 
stayed over. I heard his mother ask him what he was doing.
	"Getting the bucket for Chris' diapers," he said.
	"Did you have to clean up this morning?" she asked him.
	"Yeah, I got the runs last night," he said.
	"How are you feeling now?" she asked him.
	"Not sure," Tony answered.
	"I wouldn't go without some diapers on your butt for very long, 
if that's the case," Tony's mother said to him, noting his lack of 
coverage over his buttocks. Tony then came back with the bucket and 
went into the bathroom to retrieve our diapers. While I was standing 
there, I felt another bowel movement coming on. With almost no warning, 
more poop came out of my butt and it spilled right onto the floor. Kara 
was standing there as she watched me poop without diapers on.
	"How many of those laxatives did you take last night?" Kara asked 
me.
	"Three," I said. "I'm regretting it, too."
	Kara pulled the towel that I was holding around me off of me and 
she used it to clean up my mess on the floor. I stood there naked and 
needing to wipe poop off the back of my legs where it had dripped down. 
I didn't want to move and leave a trail of poop, but I didn't know what 
to do otherwise. I was embarrassed about having done what I just did.
	"Just come in the bathroom with me," Kara said to me. "I'll clean 
you up."
	Kara led me back into the bathroom and took a washcloth to my 
behind. She wiped off my buttocks and the back of my legs. My dick got 
hard again as she ran the cloth through my buttocks. Kara looked at the 
poop splatters that were still all over the floor and on the bathtub.
	"You guys made quite a mess in here," Kara said. "Now go get a 
diaper on your butt before you poop again."
	I thanked Kara for cleaning me up as I left the bathroom and 
headed to Tony's bedroom. Kara then closed the door so that she could 
use the toilet. A moment later she came running out of the bathroom 
carrying her toothbrush and toothpaste with her.
	"I'm going to the kitchen to brush my teeth," Kara said out loud 
so that we could hear her. "It stinks too much in the bathroom."
	Meanwhile, Tony was busy diapering himself. I apologized to him 
for the mess I made on the floor of the hall.
	"It's my fault," Tony said. "I'm the one who wanted to take 
laxatives, and we shouldn't have done it when we had to go to school 
the next day. I guess I just wanted it to be like a normal sleepover."
	"Too late to do much of anything about it now," I said. "No use 
crying over spilt milk."
	"Or pooped diapers," Tony added.
	"I definitely shouldn't have tried to take three of them," I 
said.
	Tony asked me if I had any extra plastic pants in my bag.
	"Yeah, I brought an extra pair," I said.
	"Can I use one?" Tony asked me.
	"Sure," I said. I went to my diaper bag and handed a pair of 
plastic pants to him. He stepped into them and pulled them up over his 
disposable diaper. Without the bulk of the cloth diapers, the plastic 
pants were very roomy around Tony's body. They went up so high on him, 
going well above his disposable diaper underneath. A large pocket of 
air surrounded him and he looked funny.
	I was still naked and needing to be diapered. Tony had me lie 
down on his changing mat. He pulled out one of my disposable diaper 
from my bag and taped it around me after sticking a couple extra 
inserts in the back as well as the front. He took my other pair of 
plastic pants and put it on over my disposable diaper to give me some 
extra protection in case I still pooped heavily from the laxative. The 
plastic pants went all the way up to my chest and were also very loose 
without the cloth diapers that normally filled them up.
	Tony and I went out to the kitchen in just our diapers and 
quickly ate some Pop Tarts that Kara prepared for us. Tony's mother 
looked at us and asked us why we were each wearing a pair of plastic 
pants over our disposables.
	"We both got the runs last night, Chris, too" Tony said. He then 
confessed that he and I took some laxatives and also made a mess on the 
bathroom floor. Tony apologized to his mother.
	"Well, now you boys are going to have to deal with the 
consequences of it," Tony's mother said to us without sounding too 
sympathetic. "You shouldn't have tried it when you both knew you had 
school the next day."
	"I know," Tony said.
	"I just hope you boys have some extra diapers at school," Tony's 
mom said.
	"I think I do," Tony said. I then came to the realization that I 
had run out of diapers at school the day before and forgot to get some 
from home before coming to Tony's house yesterday.
	"Shit!" I thought to myself while stuffing the pastry into my 
mouth. I asked Tony if I could take some of his disposable diapers with 
me. He said I could.
	"You want us to clean up the mess on the bathroom floor?" Tony 
asked his mother.
	"No, you boys are already running late," she said. "Just go get 
dressed and I'll take care of it," she sighed.
	With just a few minutes to go before the bus arrived, Tony and I 
had to hurry and get our pants on. Kara had already taken off for the 
bus. Tony and I ran back into his bedroom and put our pants on. We had 
to stuff the plastic pants down into our pants, but they still stuck 
out above our pants, so we had to keep our shirts pulled down instead. 
The plastic pants would be very noisy when walking, but I figured this 
wouldn't be as embarrassing as having poop leak into my pants.
	"What do you think?" Tony asked me, seeing that my plastic pants 
could still be seen underneath my shirt. I could also see Tony's 
plastic pants showing beneath his shirt. We both conceded to the fact 
that there was no way to hide the plastic pants, no matter what, so we 
decided to unstuff them from our pants and just wear them at full 
height, which we agreed was more comfortable.
	"Screw it. Everybody at school knows we wear diapers anyway," 
Tony said.
	"Wanna take the plastic pants off?" I asked him.
	"Too late for that," Tony said. "We gotta get to the bus, and 
fast!"
	"Do you want to go to school like that?" I asked Tony. "Look at 
how much your plastic pants stick up above your pants, and how noisy 
they are, too."
	"These plastic pants and the diapers that normally go with them 
were not meant for wearing with pants," Tony said.
	"That's for sure," I said. "Since most the time I don't wear 
anything over them anyway."
	Tony's mother came to the bedroom and stuck her head in through 
the doorway.
	"Five minutes, boys!" Tony's mother said, prompting us to get 
going.
	I stuffed three of Tony's disposable diapers into my book bag 
just as we left. I realized that I had forgotten to bring my jacket.
	"Damn, I don't have my jacket!" I realized.
	"Neither do I," Tony said as he, too, realized that in his haste 
he forgot to put his on.
	"Can I borrow one from you?" I asked him, since it would help to 
conceal our plastic pants.
	"Screw it," Tony said. "We're running late, and it's not that 
cold this morning, anyway."
	Tony and I then hurried out the door and headed to the bus, just 
catching it in time. We could hear each other's plastic pants rustling 
as we sprinted to the bus.
	As expected, everybody noticed the way my plastic pants were 
sticking up so much above my pants. My shirt had ridden up from running 
and all the kids could see the plastic pants showing. They also noticed 
how they made so much noise.
	On my way to class, I heard a kid come up to me and say, "teacher 
teacher, I declare! I see someone's under--, uh, diaper!"
	It was Chuck Manson and his sidekick Steve Mackenzie. Two M's. 
Dial "M" for "mischief" or "menace", they were Trouble with a capital 
T, that's for sure. I suspected that they were cousins of my former 
arch-nemeses Sean and Travis, who had since then proven the need for 
having juvenile detention facilities. How such bad genes could be 
explained otherwise, I didn't know. What really sucked was that they 
were fifth graders, but the equivalent of sixth graders as they had 
each been held back a year, no surprise there. And they were big in 
size and used this to their advantage. They enjoyed giving Tony and me 
an inferiority complex because we were a grade ahead of them, but still 
vulnerable to their attacks in spite of close supervision on the 
playground.
	When I got to my classroom and got settled into my seat I could 
feel my bowels working inside me as Mrs. Stevenson started the day's 
lessons. I knew that within just a few minutes I would poop my diapers, 
not that I wasn't used to doing it in the middle of class, though I 
usually didn't have my first bowel movement until after recess. Sure 
enough, I pooped my diaper as I expected, still not having overcome the 
effects of the laxative.
	"A little early today, Chris?" a girl who sat next to me said as 
she smelled my soiled diaper and also knew that I had done so when I 
got up to ask Mrs. Stevenson if I could go get changed. She was even 
surprised that I was earlier than normal.
	I was surprised that I was still producing this much poop so long 
after I had taken the laxative. I felt the mess press up against my 
buttocks as I walked to the nurse's office. When I got there Tony was 
already in the middle of getting changed. I waited until he came out of 
the room.
	"You too, eh?" I said to him.
	"Yeah, let's make a promise to each other not to take laxatives 
on a school night ever again."
	Tony returned to his class and I went into the small room where 
the nurse was waiting for me. I took off my pants and revealed the 
plastic pants that I had on over my disposable diaper.
	"Tony was doing the same thing," the nurse commented on the 
plastic pants. "Did you boys come down with something?"
	"Sort of," I said. "That is, we could have avoided it."
	"Oh, food poisoning, or what?" the nurse asked me.
	I didn't want to tell the nurse about Tony and I taking 
laxatives, so I just told her that it was "probably something we ate." 
She seemed to be satisfied with this explanation and then told me to 
hop up on the table.
	The nurse took off my plastic pants as well as the disposable 
diaper. She had to carry my dirty diaper with both hands as she tossed 
it into the garbage in order to avoid spilling poop on the floor, which 
she still did anyway.
	"You're down to your last diaper, Chris," the nurse said to me. 
"I hope you remembered to bring more."
	"Yeah, I did," I said to the nurse. "I'll bring them down for my 
next change, since I have a feeling I'll need at least one more before 
the day's over."
	When the nurse put a new disposable diaper on me she asked me if 
I wanted the plastic pants on over it. They were still clean.
	"Yeah, better wear them," I said. "That's what I wore them for in 
the first place. I don't know how long this will last."
	The nurse put the plastic pants back on over me and then she 
handed me my pants. She looked at how big and baggy my plastic pants 
looked on me, and she knew from our previous discussions during diaper 
changes that I wore my cloth diapers in very thick amounts at home.
	"I can't imagine how thick those cloth diapers must be on you, 
Chris, when you wear as many as you say you do at home," the nurse said 
as she tugged on my plastic pants.
	"Trust me, they're very thick," I said. "No room for pants, 
that's for sure. I can bring you a picture and show you how thick they 
are."
	The nurse just smiled, probably not sure of what to say about 
this. She then offered me some medicine to help ease my bowels and she 
called my Mom to let her know what was going on. Since I stayed at 
Tony's last night my Mom had no idea that I had a bad case of the runs, 
but Mom was used to this sort of thing from me anyway.
	With my Mom's approval to give me medication the nurse gave it to 
me before I returned to class. The medicine was either slow to work or 
ineffective altogether as I had to make another trip to see the nurse 
for a diaper change shortly after recess.
	"Got diarrhea today?" the same girl asked me when I asked to 
leave class again.
	"You do," I said to her. This comment took her aback. "Diarrhea 
of the mouth, that is." I actually got the class to laugh over this 
one.
	"Good comeback, Chris!" said one kid across the room.
	"Class, settle down," Mrs. Stevenson said as she handed me my 
diaper-change pass. I was just about to leave the room when I forgot to 
get my extra supply of diapers. I normally dropped them off before 
class whenever I needed to replenish my supply at school, but I had 
forgotten to do this today. I picked up my bag and started carrying it 
out of the room.
	"Where are you going with your bag, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked 
me. "You don't need to go home, do you?"
	"No," I said to her, even though it was starting to sound like a 
good idea right now. "I just need to take something down there with 
me," I said.
	"Probably his diapers!" I heard a kid whispering to another 
classmate.
	When I got to the nurse's office I opened up my bag and reached 
into it for my disposable diapers, actually, Tony's disposables that I 
had to bum off of him. I thought that I had packed three of them in 
there, but I was surprised to see that there was only one!"
	"What the hell?" I thought, having clearly remembered seeing 
three diapers in my bag when I zipped it up. I handed the nurse my one 
and only diaper that was available to me and explained to her that this 
was my last diaper.
	"Well, I hope this will last you today, Chris," the nurse said as 
she wasn't sure how long I would make it, given the amount of pooping 
that I was doing.
	"Of course I do keep extras on hand, mostly for the little ones, 
though, as they tend to forget their diapers."
	Once again I took off my pants and let the nurse remove the 
plastic pants and the dirty disposable diaper. She cleaned me up and 
had me re-diapered again. She added the big plastic pants over the 
disposable diaper and sent me on my way.
	I managed to make it to the lunch hour without browning up the 
back of my diapers too much. I wasn't sure if I should eat or not and 
risk pooping it out as it seemed like everything was passing straight 
through me. I seemed that today I was an instant poop factory. I was 
quite thirsty and dehydrated from having purged out much of my bowels, 
as was Tony.
	Megan sat with us and asked me if my bedroom was ready yet.
	"No, but it should be done when I get home today," I said to 
Megan. "I hope."
	"Chris stayed at my house last night," Tony said. "We had a 
blast."
	"Yeah, too much of a 'blast'," I said. "In fact, we're still 
having it."
	"What do you mean?" Megan asked me.
	"We took laxatives last night, just for shits and giggles-- well, 
shits, anyway," Tony said. Megan supplied some of the giggles for us 
when we told her this.
	"Ahh, so that's why you and Chris have been going to the nurse's 
office so much," Megan said. "Tony's left class twice."
	"So have I," I said.
	"I can see that you two took some extra precautions, too," Megan 
said, noting the plastic pants that Tony and I were both wearing.
	Later on, Megan went off to play with some of her girl friends 
while Tony and I did our thing. We went to our corner of the playground 
where most kids left us alone. Shortly after we got there, we were 
greeted by Chuck and Steve. Their greeting this time, however, wasn't 
verbal. Instead, they just dropped their pants in front of us and 
mooned us. We were expecting to see two sets of bare butt cheeks, but 
instead, we saw that they were both wearing diapers!
	Chuck then spoke in a mock baby voice and said, "Hi, we're Chris 
and Tony and we wear diapers and go poo-poo in them like babies!"
	Tony and I were stunned. It wasn't that we hadn't seen diapered 
butts before, of course, just that we didn't expect to see Chuck and 
Steve wearing them! Tony and I didn't know what to say to them as they 
totally caught us by surprise to pull off such a stunt.
	Several of the kids had witnessed the event and of course, there 
was a lot of laughter. Now having an audience, Chuck and Steve dropped 
their pants again and mooned us with their diapers, this time making 
farting noises with their mouths and saying, "Look mommy! I go poo 
poo!"
	This act got the two offending boys some unwanted attention, too. 
Mr. Lawrence, my fourth grade teacher-- and a good man in general who 
had always looked after Tony and me and made sure we weren't picked on 
for wearing diapers-- also saw what Chuck and Steve had so boldly done 
on the playground. He walked right over to the scene and cut through 
the crowd.
	"All right, Chuck, Steve!" Mr. Lawrence shouted at them, having 
gotten to know them by name, albeit unintentionally. He stood between 
them and told them to take their pants off.
	"It was just a joke," Chuck nervously said to Mr. Lawrence.
	"Well, this *isn't* a joke!" Mr. Lawrence said sternly. "I said 
take your pants off!"
	Chuck and Steve looked very humbled as they each slowly removed 
their pants in front of dozens of classmates, in fact, hundreds, it 
seemed, as virtually everyone was huddled around in a quarter circle 
that occupied the corner of the playground. Everyone was laughing at 
Chuck and Steve for being in diapers. They were each forced to carry 
their pants with them, but not wear them.
	Seeing that Chuck and Steve were both wearing diapers led me to 
wonder where they got them. Then it clicked. The two diapers that were 
missing from my bag! One of the boys must have sneaked into my 
classroom during the morning recess to take them! They must have known 
what my bag looked like and assumed that I carried diapers in it. 
Normally I dropped them off first thing and usually did not keep them 
in the bag itself. The diapers were especially convenient and handy for 
whoever it was that raided my bag as I had just stuffed the diapers in 
the bag before I closed it up this morning. Either they were after 
money, or Chuck and Steve had just planned this all out and were 
relying on chance to pull it off. They succeeded, but they failed, too.
	Everybody watched as Mr. Lawrence escorted Chuck and Steve to Mr. 
Jenkins' office. Mr. Jenkins didn't just take them directly to the 
office, either. He made sure they had made one full trip around the 
outer perimeter of the playground in just their diapers so that 
everyone would get a chance to see them, and they did. He then made 
them walk right through the middle of it, too, and then he walked them 
through the playground for the lower grades, where these kids were now 
playing. A constant round of laughter could be heard from or distance.
	"Mr. Jenkins will appreciate not having to remove your pants 
before he spanks your bottoms!" Mr. Lawrence said as he dragged the two 
boys past us once more, both of them bawling while they headed towards 
the school building and eventually into Mr. Jenkin's office. Enter 
theme from the TV show "Dragnet."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 16
---------------------------

	After I returned to class after lunch, I could hear everyone 
talking about what had happened out on the playground. It took Mrs. 
Stevenson three tries to get the class to quiet down. She was usually a 
pretty calm and easygoing teacher, but if she ever had to resort to a 
third attempt to quiet the class, she could prove that she could be 
like any teacher, too.
	A lot of people hated Chuck and Steve, so they were glad to see 
that they were being punished for indecent exposure, and in Chuck's 
case, having a weapon in his possession. I couldn't wait to find out 
what fate lay ahead for them. Maybe they would have to wear diapers 
around at lunch time every day for a week or something like that. It 
gave me something good to daydream about during the dull English 
assignment that we were doing.
	As for my own diaper situation, I was glad to have worn the 
plastic pants to school with me since my one and only disposable diaper 
was not able to contain all of the poop that I put into it between 
lunch and the end of the school day. My butt felt wet and sticky. I 
could feel my disposable diaper leaking poop into the plastic pants and 
I was beginning to stink, too.
	Mrs. Stevenson could tell from the way the other kids were 
repelling away from me that I was in need of a change, and upon walking 
over to me she confirmed for herself that I was getting quite ripe 
underneath my pants.
	"Do you need to leave, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked me as she 
whispered in my ear.
	"Well, yeah, I do," I said, sounding embarrassed. "Except there's 
just one problem. I ran out of you-know- whats," I said to her as 
discreetly as I could.
	"The nurse keeps extras on hand," Mrs. Stevenson told me.
	"Only for the little kids, at least that's what the nurse told 
me," I said to Mrs. Stevenson.
	"Well, why don't you go down there and see what she can do for 
you," the teacher said to me as she escorted me to the door and handed 
me my pass. I must have really stunk since Mrs. Stevenson was 
determined to get rid of me.
	I walked down the hall, feeling the weight of the mess inside my 
pants sloshing around. I went to the nurse's office and waited for her 
to change some first- or second- grader's diaper. I could tell from the 
way he sounded as he ran past me that he was diapered, not to mention 
that it showed above his pants.
	"Back again, I see," the nurse said. She closed the door and I 
stripped off my pants. The nurse began removing the plastic pants, 
seeing that they were dirty, too.
	"Oh my," the nurse said to me. "I hope I have some diapers that 
will fit you," she said. She went through the cabinet and looked 
through the stacks of smaller diapers that were for the younger kids.
	"Does Tony have any extra diapers?" I asked the nurse.
	"He was just in here after lunch and I used his last one on him," 
the nurse said.
	"Oh no," I thought as I sat there looking hopeless. I still had 
the disposable diaper on.
	"I guess I'll have to see if one of these will fit you," the 
nurse said as she got out a diaper that was one size too small and not 
of the same quality as my own disposables. At this point, I would take 
anything. The day was fairly close to being over with, anyway. The 
nurse got me cleaned up and then she put the diaper on me. It fit 
tightly and I was afraid of it popping open on me. The plastic pants 
were dirty and smelly, so it was no good at this point. I had to take 
my chances. I left the plastic pants with the nurse and told her that I 
would pick them up after school.
	I put my pants back on and returned to class. The diaper felt so 
funny by being so tight and smaller than what I was used to. It only 
came as high as my pants did, since my own disposables always showed. 
At least I didn't have the plastic pants sticking up so much, as much 
as I would have liked to be wearing them for the sake of added 
protection. My desk smelled like Lysol when I got back and I could see 
the can sitting on Mrs. Stevenson's desk. I'm sure the class got a good 
laugh out of watching her spray my seat down.
	When I went out to recess and met up with Tony, Megan came up to 
us and filled us in on the details concerning Chuck and Steve. 
Apparently she had more connections to the proverbial grapevine.
	"Both Chuck and Steve have been suspended for a week for indecent 
exposure!" she said excitedly.
	"Indecent exposure?" Tony said. "All they have to do is leave 
their houses to do that!"
	Megan and I both laughed at Tony's remark.
	"Is that it?" I asked Megan, hoping there was more to their 
punishment than this. I was pleased to learn there was.
	"Oh yes," Megan said. "Here's the good part. After Steve comes 
back, he'll have to wear diapers to school!"
	"Really?" I said. Tony was also quite interested in the news.
	"Yeah, if I know Steve's parents, they'll make him wear diapers 
for the rest of the year!" Megan said. "Maybe all the time!"
	I asked Megan how she knew all this.
	"Steve's sister is in my class," Megan said. "Her mother told her 
about it, and then she wrote me a note."
	Megan then showed me the note that had been passed to her in 
class from Steve's sister that explained it all. Tony and I read it 
while Megan continued talking.
	"She was talking about what it would be like to see Steve go 
around in diapers at home! I even gave her some ideas to use, from what 
I have seen Cindy and Lisa do to you, Chris. She said she'd try to use 
these ideas. It'll be so fun to see what happens!"
	"I can't wait to see it, either!" Tony said. "He'll hate having 
to get his diapers changed by the nurse."
	"The only thing is, I doubt Steve's parents will want to buy so 
many diapers for him to wear at once," Megan said. "So it won't be 
quite *that* good."
	It was in the middle of the afternoon recess when I wet my 
diaper, partially because of how excited I was to learn about what lay 
ahead for Chuck and Steve. I looked down and I could see that my wet 
diaper was leaking into my jeans, even with the plastic pants. I 
figured they fit too loosely without the bulk of my cloth diapers that 
were normally worn underneath the plastic pants.
	"Dammit!" I thought. "These blue-light special diapers or 
whatever the hell they are!" I said, putting my hand on my soaked fly.
	"I just used my last disposable," Tony told me.
	"I know, I asked the nurse about it," I said.
	"The day's about over anyway," Tony said, trying to make me feel 
better.
	"I just hope the laxatives aren't still working," I said. "I'm in 
real trouble if they are, with these uhh, 'diapers.'"
	"At least the nurse had something for you to wear," Tony said.
	"Yeah, but I might as well be without a diaper," I said, noting 
how much the wetness had expanded throughout the front of my pants. 
"This one's too small and it isn't doing me any good.
	"Maybe Chuck and Steve didn't use theirs," Tony suggested.
	"Are you kidding?" I said. "Even if they just put them on, I 
wouldn't wear anything that they've worn!" I said. "God knows what 
diseases they carry."
	I then thought about my situation some more and said, "on the 
other hand, maybe they did take their diapers off right away. I'm 
desperate."
	"You mean, you're going to see if you can get one of the diapers 
back?" Tony asked me, surprised that I made such a sudden reversal.
	"Either that or risk shitting myself in class," I said.
	There were only two minutes to go before the bell rang, so Tony 
and I went to the principal's office. On the way I was rehearsing how 
to ask for my diapers if it were even possible. I knew it would be a 
very awkward to ask for.
	Tony and I walked into the office and immediately found out that 
there was no point in asking for my diapers back. Chuck and Steve were 
both sitting out in the front of the office, still wearing just the 
diapers. Most notably, from looking at the fronts of them, they were 
both wet! Chuck and Steve sneered at Tony and me as we looked down at 
their puffy, yellow-tinted, diapered crotches. They both had long and 
red faces, and if I recalled Mr. Lawrence's threat concerning Mr. 
Jenkins' paddle correctly, chances were good that Chuck's and Steve's 
backsides were quite red, too. We figured they were waiting for their 
parents to pick them up.
	Tony and I then exited before the secretary had a chance to ask 
us what we needed and we returned to class. I was faced with the 
expected taunting and teasing for having wet pants.
	"Where's your diaper, Chris?" one girl asked me. I just ignored 
her and sat down. Mrs. Stevenson then came around and collected a 
homework assignment. When she got to my desk she noticed that my pants 
were wet.
	"Do you think you should just go home for the day, Chris?" Mrs. 
Stevenson asked me as discreetly as she could. I didn't know what good 
it would do me since I had no other way of getting home than to either 
walk or wait until school was let out. In spite of my wet pants, I told 
Mrs. Stevenson that I would be okay.
	"Maybe you'd better go see the nurse one more time," Mrs. 
Stevenson said. Once again, I got up from my seat and took my pass. I 
couldn't have left at a better time. As I walked down the hall I filled 
the back of my diaper again, and the tapes popped, too! The poop was 
spilling right into my pants! I made a beeline for the nurse's office. 
The nurse just looked at me, gesturing her understanding of my 
predicament as she escorted me back into the little room that I was so 
familiar with today. She took off my soiled pants and the fully 
saturated and untaped diaper. She got me cleaned up, but there was not 
much she could do but to put another small, inadequate diaper on me.
	I was more or less stuck there in the nurse's office now. I had 
no clean diapers of my own and I had no clean pants to wear, either. 
There was only forty minutes left in the day.
	"Do you think your mother could bring some diapers and some pants 
to you?" the nurse asked me.
	"I think so," I said. I asked the nurse if she could get me the 
phone so that I could call my Mom. The nurse left the room and returned 
with the cordless handset that they used in the office. I dialed up Mom 
at work and explained my situation. Mom sighed, explaining that she was 
in the middle of something important, but said that she could probably 
leave right away. Still, she didn't have an exact time as for when she 
could make it down to the school.
	The nurse said I could just stay in the room and would only have 
me leave if anyone else came in to get a diaper change. In the 
meantime, all I could do was look around the room and stare at the 
mostly blank walls and think of whatever came to mind.
	Shortly after the school bell rang and the students were let out 
someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Mom, but it was Tony, who 
had to have found out somehow what had happened to me during the last 
class period and that I was waiting for my Mom. The nurse let him in.
	"I got your homework and your bag for you," Tony said to me as he 
looked at me sitting on the table wearing only a small diaper.
	"I'm glad you don't have to wear that for very long," Tony said. 
"No wonder it leaked."
	"Even worse," I said. "I pooped in it and the tapes came open. 
I'm just glad I wasn't in class when it happened."
	Tony sat with me while we both waited for my Mom. While we were 
waiting I folded up the dirty plastic pants that I had left behind from 
earlier and stuck them in my bag.
	"Aren't you going to miss the bus?" I asked Tony, seeing that he 
was still there.
	"Your mom can drop me off," Tony said. "Or I can just come home 
with you."
	"That's fine," I said. "Mom's probably gonna be in too much of a 
hurry to run you home, anyway."
	It was only fifteen minutes after class was dismissed for the day 
before Mom showed up. The nurse let her into the room.
	"Hi Mom," I said, feeling embarrassed about the situation. Mom 
didn't say anything. I expected her to be carrying a disposable diaper, 
but instead, she had a small stack of my cloth diapers.
	"Mom, what did you bring the cloth diapers for?" I asked her.
	"Well, I'm in a hurry and I need to get back to work. When I got 
to the house I just opened the door, and grabbed some diapers from the 
stacks that are still sitting out on the couch, and some safety pins."
	"Any pants?" I asked.
	"No, you don't have any others, remember? Just your shorts, and I 
didn't take the time to look for them, and figured this is all you need 
until you get home. Your sisters are just going to put you in your 
cloth diapers when you get home anyway, so they can finish diapering 
you then. This will do for now."
	"So, does this mean I have to walk through the hallway in just my 
cloth diapers?" I asked Mom.
	"For now, yes," my Mom said as she ripped away the cheap, small 
diaper that I had already wet in. "Lift your butt."
	Mom quickly pinned on the three diapers that she had brought with 
her and then said, "okay, let's go!"
	I picked up my book bag while Mom took my pants with her. I 
hesitantly walked out of the nurse's office and down the hallway, 
hoping that no other kids were still at the school. No such luck. The 
entire after-school girl's basketball team was coming out of the 
bathroom after having changed into their gym shorts and shirts. They 
were all heading the opposite way, coming towards us. All of them 
stared at me and took a good look at my thickly padded butt as they ran 
by.
	"Nice diapers, Chris!" said one of the girls from my class as she 
ran past and looked at me from behind.
	"Did you see how THICK his diapers were?" I heard one of the 
girls saying to the other. The "other" girl happened to be Megan, whom 
I had to admit looked cute in basketball shorts.
	"He's worn them much, much thicker than that!" I heard Megan say 
back to the other girl.
	"Yeah, those girls don't know the half of it!" I said to Tony, 
referring to how thickly I have worn my diapers.
	"Or even the fourth of it!" Tony said. "Since you're only wearing 
three diapers."
	Mom rushed Tony and I out to the parking lot and into the car. 
For being after school, there seemed to be a lot of kids still at the 
school for one reason or another, and anyone who could see me no doubt 
noticed that I was in just my diapers.
	Mom took Tony and I straight to our house and she dropped us off 
from the street, explaining that she needed to keep going and to get 
back to work. Mom handed me my dirty pants and my plastic pants and 
told me to give them to Lisa or Cindy so that they could get them in 
the wash. Lisa looked out the front window and watched Tony and me 
coming up to the front door. She then suddenly disappeared from the 
window and I could hear the doorknob "click" from the outside. I knew 
she had locked the door on us when she saw that I only had diapers on. 
Sure enough, I turned the knob and it didn't move.
	"Lisa!" I shouted. "Let me in!"
	"Say the magic word, Chris!" she said.
	"Shit!" I grumbled impatiently. And shit it was, I didn't have 
time to deal with it.
	"Nope, that's not the magic word!" Lisa said. "Try again!"
	I started pounding on the door, then kicking it. "Aww come on, 
Lisa! Just let us in!"
	"Okay, I'll let you guys in, but you have to do one thing first."
	"Fuck!" I muttered through my clenched teeth. I figured that I 
didn't have anything to lose since I couldn't get in the house without 
busting the door down.
	"What do you want me to do?" I asked her.
	"Shout 'I'm a diaper boy!' so that the whole neighborhood," Lisa 
said to me.
	I rolled my eyes.
	"Just do it, get it over with," Tony said.
	"It doesn't mean she'll let us in," I said.
	"She isn't going to do a thing if we just stand here," Tony said.
	"Dammit!" I said. "Okay, Lisa, here I go..."
	"I'm a diaper boy!" I said, merely raising my voice.
	"I can't he-ear you-u!" Lisa said.
	I was desperate. This time I took in a deep breath and gave it 
all I had.
	"I'M A DIAPER BOY!!!" I shouted as loudly as I could. The door 
still didn't open.
	"Well?" I said. "I did what you told me to do, Lisa!" I was ready 
to charge towards the door, but then, Lisa finally opened it.
	"Well hello there, boys!" Lisa said to us as we walked in. I 
scowled at her for making me stand outside the front door in just my 
diapers.
	"So, why did Mom drop you guys off?" Lisa asked. "And what are 
you doing without your pants on? And why are you wearing your cloth 
diapers, and not as many as you normally do, and why no plastic pants?"
	"It's a long story," I said. "Now don't ever do that again!"
	"Well, gee, Chris, it isn't often that I can get you to stand 
outside the front door in front of the neighbors in just your diapers. 
The chance was there, so I took it!"
	"Okay, now you've done it. I hope you're satisfied," I said.
	"I am now," Lisa smiled contentedly. "Now let's go ahead and 
finish diapering you. You can tell me what happened while we're doing 
it."
	"Where are you going to diaper me?" I asked Lisa.
	"Follow me, I'll show you." Lisa said. "Your room's all done 
now."
	Lisa led me back into my bedroom. The door was closed when I 
approached. Lisa then swung the door open and revealed to me the new 
decor of my room. Both Tony and I couldn't believe what we saw! My 
bedroom was now a nursery! The walls were now powder blue with 
wallpaper trim consisting of a repeating pattern of a diaper, followed 
by a giant diaper pin, then a crib, a rattle, a baby bottle, a 
pacifier, and then a teddy bear donning a diaper while lying on his 
back in a crib with a pacifier in his mouth, holding a baby bottle in 
one hand and a rattle in the other.
	Where my bed once stood, a crib now occupied its place. The crib 
was white with powder blue trim. On the end of it, the words "Baby 
Chris" were painted. Beneath it was a painted image of a thickly 
diapered toddler sleeping, the image of which appeared to have been 
modeled after one of my own baby pictures as it looked very familiar. 
The bedding on the crib was also powder blue with patterns of a baby 
clown, also donning diapers. A musical mobile dangled above my crib. 
Lisa went over to it and she pulled on the string to play its gentle 
chime.
	Even my old lamp was gone and replaced by a Winnie the Pooh lamp. 
My old posters were taken down and replaced by pictures of balloons, 
circus clowns, and teddy bears. The carpet was replaced and was now a 
dark blue.
	The large changing table was set up in the corner of my room, and 
next to it, a large cabinet that replaced my old dresser drawers. The 
cabinet had the words "Chris' Diapers" on them, one word painted on 
each door. I expected the room to smell of fresh paint and new carpet, 
and while such smells were present, the room most prominently smelled 
of baby powder. I looked in the corner by the ceiling and noticed that 
an automatic air freshener had been installed, continuously dispensing 
the sweet scent of the baby powder as needed.
	"What do you think, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
	"Overkill," I thought. It was more babyish than I was expecting, 
but it looked like it was here to stay and I had no choice but to get 
used to it.
	"It's nice," I said, being honest, but still surprised.
	"It's different, and I know it's an abrupt change for you, but 
you'll get used to it-- BABY CHRIS!"
	With this, Lisa patted my butt repeatedly.
	"I'm not used to patting your butt with only three diapers on and 
no plastic pants, so let's get the rest of your diapers on."
	I just stared at the changing table, anticipating actually 
getting up on it and getting my diapers changed on it.
	"Well, get your butt up there," Lisa said as she pointed to the 
changing table. "I'll go bring some diapers in from the living room."
	I got up on the changing table and waited for Lisa to come back 
in with more diapers.
	"This is neat!" Tony said. "I kind of wish my room looked like 
this."
	"Yeah, it is cute," I said, even though I was feeling a tad bit 
embarrassed about it. "A little overboard, but cute."
	I still had my desk and my toys as well as my stereo, CDs, books 
and magazines. I wasn't sure where my Lego town would go since the 
changing table was now in its corner.
	Lisa came back into the room, and as expected her arms were full 
as she carried several diapers and some plastic pants in with her as 
well as the container of diaper pins. She set these all down to the 
side of me.
	"How's the changing table?" Lisa asked me.
	"Fine, I suppose," I said.
	"Dad came home from work to put them together while the carpet 
guys were here," Lisa said. "Same goes for your bed and crib, so as 
long as they don't collapse, then we know he did a good job."
	I was tempted to ask Lisa why she didn't give the crib and 
changing table a "weight test", but she was sensitive about her weight 
and size, and such a comment wouldn't have been appropriate. Moreover, 
to think of Lisa being in my crib seemed highly out of place, since *I* 
was the one who was the baby in this family. *I* was the one who wore 
the diapers around here!
	Lisa then checked the diapers I already had on.
	"Hmmm, dry," Lisa said. "That's a first."
	"Mom just put them on me before we left from school, so I haven't 
had a chance to wet them yet."
	"Good thing, too, since you don't have plastic pants on. I'll 
just leave these diapers on you and put the rest of the diapers over 
them."
	Before Lisa started diapering me, she asked me about the tracking 
log for my diaper changes.
	"It's back at Tony's house," I said.
	"No problem," Lisa said. "I'll just make some notes and then copy 
them to the log when you get it back."
	Lisa then started folding the diapers and sticking them 
underneath my already padded bum and layering them on, fastening them 
up tightly with the pins. It seemed easier for Lisa to diaper me on the 
changing table, and being in the nursery-like environment, this somehow 
made it even more enjoyable. Tony must have been enjoying watching Lisa 
diaper me. He had taken his pants off so that he could be in just his 
diaper. I could see a tent in the front of his diaper, which was very 
wet and puffy. I imagined that Lisa, looking almost old enough to be a 
mother herself, must have looked very authentic by standing before a 
changing table and putting diapers on her "baby boy."
	During the diaper change, I told Lisa about what had happened 
today, which explained why Mom dropped me and Tony off at the house and 
that I was in just cloth diapers. I even told her about the laxatives 
that Tony and I took for fun, though shortsightedly.
	"You, Chris, and laxatives, that's like fire and gasoline," Lisa 
said. "So that's why your pants were covered with poop. No wonder you 
weren't wearing them."
	"They would have never fit over even the three diapers that Mom 
put on me, anyway."
	"And they sure as hell won't fit now!" Lisa said as she finished 
pinning up my diapers. "I wonder if mine would fit, and I wear big 
pants!"
	Lisa put my plastic pants on me and said, "okay, Chris, you're 
done!"
	"My turn!" Tony said as she let Lisa see that he was very wet, 
and also poopy.
	"You know what to do," Lisa said as she patted her hand on the 
changing table.
	Tony got up on the table and got himself into his position as he 
waited for Lisa to take his diaper off.
	"You know what, Tony?" Lisa said to him. "You'll be the first one 
to get a *complete* diaper change on this table!"
	"I feel so privileged and honored!" Tony said with a smile on his 
face.
	"Then I get to be the first one to lie in my crib," I said as I 
went over to it and climbed in. Lisa stopped momentarily to put the 
gate up on my crib before resuming Tony's diaper change. I looked over 
at Tony and saw his dick sticking straight up. Mine was hard, too.
	I lay on the soft, new bedding as I watched Lisa wipe up Tony and 
put one of my disposable diapers on him along with some doublers, which 
she had left the room to get, along with my powder. I owed Tony a 
couple diapers, anyway for the ones that I borrowed from him. Actually, 
the ones that Chuck and Steve "borrowed." While I lay in my crib, I 
noticed that it was quite wide.
	"There's enough room for two in my crib," I said.
	"Of course," Lisa said. "Where do you think Tony's going to sleep 
when he stays over?" Lisa said. I noticed that Tony smiled when she 
said this. She then finished diapering Tony.
	"You might as well join Chris," Lisa said to Tony. She put the 
gate down and Tony got into the crib. Lisa then put the gate on the 
crib back up and restarted the mobile. She then went over to my desk 
and wrote some notes on some paper. I presumed she was writing notes 
for my tracking log. She explained that she also wrote some notes about 
Tony's diaper change for him to copy to his diaper-changing log when he 
got home.
	Lisa then left the room for a moment, Meanwhile, Tony had lay 
down next to me wearing his freshly changed diaper.
	"Ahhh," Tony said. "This is nice."
	"Comfy, huh?" I said. "Maybe you can sleep over this weekend."
	"I hope so," Tony said as he rubbed the front of his diaper to 
entertain his erection. I was doing the same thing, but being cautious 
as I expected Lisa to return to the room any minute. When she did, she 
was carrying two baby bottles filled with milk.
	"Here you go, boys!" Lisa said.
	"What's this?" I asked Lisa.
	"It's your bottle, Chris," Lisa said. Tony took his bottle right 
away and started sipping away on its nipple.
	"Aren't you going to drink yours, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
	"Do I have to go through all this?" I asked her.
	"You're the baby now," Lisa said. She then stuck the bottle in my 
mouth. I reluctantly began drinking from it.
	"Then I don't have to do homework anymore, or go to school, for 
that matter, if that's the case," I said with a smile, while the 
thought of still having to do my homework was still lingering in the 
back of my mind.
	"Maybe this being a baby wouldn't be so bad after all," I said, 
thinking of how good babies had it without being burdened with such 
responsibilities.
	Cindy later came home from visiting Gina. She came into the room 
to look at Tony and me.
	"Aww, don't they look so cute!" Cindy said. She then came back a 
moment later with a camera to get some pictures of us. We were still 
holding our bottles of milk, each of them halfway consumed.
	Lisa and Cindy then started bringing all my diapers back into the 
room and stocking up my cabinet. I had enough diapers and plastic pants 
to completely fill every shelf in the cabinet. On the bottom of the 
cabinet was a drawer where my socks would go.
	"I can't believe Chris has so many diapers!" Cindy said as she 
brought the last load in.
	"Just wait until he gets selected for using the Thickies diapers, 
assuming he will," Lisa said. "He'll have plenty more diapers then!"
	"That's okay, there's still room in the closet if we need it," 
Cindy said.
	Tony and I then got out of the crib and we went out to the 
kitchen to work on our homework. Tony's Mom then came by to pick him 
up, assuming that he was at my house. He carried his pants out with him 
and stayed in just his diapers.
	The rest of the evening was spent finishing my homework and 
eating dinner. Mom and Dad talked to me about what I thought of my new 
room. I told them that I was quite surprised when I saw it, but that I 
really liked it. They had to have spent a fortune on it, so I'm sure 
they were glad I liked it, too, and wouldn't have done it if they 
didn't think I would enjoy it.
	After homework and dinner, it was time for me to play, which I 
did in my new "nursery." I managed to set up my Lego town in my room 
again, having to reduce it down, but still using most of what I had in 
it before. Cindy changed my diapers that evening and she looked forward 
to getting to change me on the new table. She made it worth her while 
by putting over a dozen diapers on me. She even tucked me into my crib 
and gave me another bottle. She pulled the string on the mobile, put 
the gate up and turned the lights out.
	I knew it would take getting used to being closed up in my crib 
every night, but I was already getting to enjoy it. It was so cozy and 
I enjoyed the softness of the new blankets. I snuggled up beneath them 
and began sucking away at my bottle. I felt more infantile than I ever 
did since I was put into diapers.
	Before going to sleep I finished off my bottle and then put the 
crib through an endurance test, as I was very much in the mood to jack 
off. As I massaged myself through my thick diapers I shook the crib 
back and forth vigorously, thinking about being a diapered baby boy. I 
kept this up for several minutes until I ejaculated in my diapers. I 
had a feeling my Dad knew the crib would be subjected to this sort of 
activity as it felt much sturdier than my bed ever was.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 17
---------------------------

	When Mom woke me up the following morning, I didn't want to get 
out of my crib. I felt so warm and cozy as I was deeply nestled into 
the covers. I felt Cotton lying on my feet at the opposite end of the 
crib. Mom walked over to me and she let the gate down. Cotton got up 
and left the room. Mom nudged me to see if I was awake.
	"Wake up," Mom said to me. I rolled onto my side.
	"That crib must be comfortable," my Mom said. "Time for school."
	"I wanna sleep," I said.
	"I'm sure you do," my Mom said. "And you look cute in it, but you 
still got to go to school."
	"Just five more minutes?" I mumbled.
	"Let's get up," Mom said. "I know your diapers need to be 
changed, for one thing."
	Mom pulled the covers back and exposed my bare legs and diapered 
backside. The smells of my poop that had been trapped beneath the 
covers spread quickly and filled the room. I felt the cool draft 
blowing on me. Mom took my hand and helped me up, and then I got down 
from the crib. Mom led me over to the changing table and gave me a 
boost up onto it. I lay there and waited for one of my sisters to come 
in to change me.
	Lisa came into my room, her hair still wet from the shower.
	"How did you sleep, diaper butt?" she asked me as she patted me.
	"I slept better than I ever have," I said. "I didn't want to get 
up."
	"You slept like a baby, in other words," Lisa said with a smirk. 
She pulled off my plastic pants and then my several wet diapers loaded 
with poop, as usual. She dropped my fouled diapers into the large pail 
underneath the table and then she cleaned me up.
	"I hope I've gotten over the effects of that laxative," I said.
	"You look like you're back to pooping as usual," Lisa remarked as 
she looked at the pile of crap that was waiting for her to clean up. 
She grabbed my wipes from the cabinet and ran them all over my crotch, 
extending the duration of my morning wood in the process.
	"This changing table is so much easier," Lisa said. "It's better 
than having to get down on the floor. I wish we had done this a long 
time ago. Of course, you didn't *have* to wear diapers in the first 
place when this all started."
	After Lisa had my mess wiped up she brought out a disposable 
diaper and some doublers. She taped it up around me, made some quick 
notes in my tracking log, and then left the room to finish getting 
ready for school. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and 
combed my hair and then I went out to eat breakfast. I poured a bowl of 
cereal and started eating. Cindy then sat across from me and asked me 
if I would like to be fed.
	"I can feed myself just fine," I said.
	"But you're the baby now," she said. "Babies don't feed 
themselves. Can I feed him, Mom?"
	"Cindy, not now, let's get ready for school," Mom said. Cindy 
then poured a bowl of cereal for herself and sat across from me. She 
asked me what I thought of my new crib.
	"I like it," I said with a mouthful of Cap'n Crunch.
	"I didn't think he'd ever get up," Mom remarked.
	"Oh, by the way, Chris," Mom started, "Lisa told me about you and 
Tony taking laxatives."
	I knew I shouldn't have told Lisa, but the incident was about 
over and done with at that point. Cindy started laughing.
	"What did you do that for, Chris?" Cindy asked me. "Your butt 
makes enough poop as it is!"
	"I guess we got sort of carried away," I said to Mom.
	"Well, save the laxatives for the weekend sleepovers, okay?" my 
Mom said. "Actually, you really don't need them at all, the way you 
poop, Chris."
	Lisa and Cindy had taken off for school. I gathered up my 
homework and books and put them into my bag. While I was doing this, 
Mom reminded me to take some diapers with me to replenish my supply. 
She even brought a new package into my room. It was a big package, and 
in cardboard box. It contained 120 diapers!
	"Here, I bought these for you last night," my Mom said. "Take 
them to school with you."
	I looked at the big box of diapers. I picked it up and it weighed 
a lot.
	"You want me to take the *whole* box to school?" I asked her.
	"You won't run out of diapers for awhile," my Mom said. I wasn't 
sure if Mom was kidding me or not.
	"I'm not going to carry these to school," I said. "There isn't 
even enough storage space for these! I'll never even get them on the 
bus!"
	"Oh relax, Chris," my Mom said with a little smile as she gently 
patted my head. "I just want you to take as many as you can fit into 
your bag so you don't run out for a few days. I got a good buy on these 
at Kidz Klothez."
	I tried to stuff as many diapers into my book bag as I could. I 
managed to get twelve of them packed into my bag, sharing the tight 
space with my books. I could barely get the zipper to close.
	"Notice that they're thicker?" Mom asked me.
	"I did," I said.
	"You shouldn't need to use doublers with those," Mom commented.
	I put on my pants and then my shoes and socks, then lastly, my 
jacket. I then headed out to the bus. I could hear the diapers 
crinkling around in my book bag as I carried it to the bus. It was 
obvious that the bag was packed full. When Tony got on the bus I told 
him about how wonderfully I slept in my crib. He couldn't wait to come 
over this weekend for a sleepover.
	Tony and I both went to the nurse's office to drop off our diaper 
replenishments. Tony's bag was stuffed full, too, and apparently, the 
other kids who were walking around us knew that we had packed diapers 
into our bags. One of them came up behind me and unzipped my bag, 
causing my diapers to spill out. I was very embarrassed about the 
incident! While I was assessing the situation, Tony's preoccupation 
with the matter made him equally as vulnerable, so his bag got 
unzipped, too, and his diapers also spilled onto the floor on the other 
side of the hallway.
	Tony and I were each busy picking up our diapers and putting them 
back into our bags, much to the amusement of dozens of passing kids. 
One of Tony's diapers got kicked down the hallway by another kid. I had 
a feeling that he wanted to retrieve the diaper for himself, and 
according to Tony, he watched the kid pick up the diaper and pretend to 
throw it in the trash, only to slip it underneath his jacket, a poor 
attempt at sleight of hand. Tony confirmed this when he looked into the 
trash container and saw no diaper. In fact, it was completely empty.
	While I was bent over, my jacket and shirt had ridden up and 
exposed my diaper. This made me a prime target for a diaper wedgie as 
another kid reached for my diaper and tried to yank it up into my butt, 
though the diaper was up as high as it could go and it was too tight to 
be very effective for getting a wedgie. We had no time to stuff our 
diapers back into our bags. I retrieved my eleven remaining diapers and 
carried them in my arms. Tony did the same with his diapers. 
Fortunately we weren't far from the nurse's office.
	Tony and I went to the nurse's office to drop off our diapers. We 
saw several familiar faces, other kids from the lower grades who must 
have worn diapers, too. Tony and I always wanted to talk to them, but 
they were always too shy. They never said anything to us when we said 
hello to them, even after lifting our shirts to let them see that we 
wear diapers, too.
	During the first recess, a lot of the girls from the basketball 
team who saw me talked about how cute I looked in my diapers. A lot of 
them called me "diaper butt" and "stinky pants", the same sort of 
epithets that others have called me over the years. I was used to 
hearing mostly boys call me these names, but now the girls were getting 
in on the act.
	Megan was with Tony and me, and at first, she thought it was just 
innocent fun that the girls were having, but then after a few minutes, 
the girls, now joined by boys, started picking on Tony and me and they 
formed a mob around us. Several other kids had either seem me in 
diapers yesterday. The other kids had all learned about it as word had 
spread around. The taunting and teasing-- mere embers in a metaphorical 
sense-- were usually no more than a couple disparaging comments a day, 
but now the fire had been rekindled into a full-blown round of 
belittlement, almost as bad as when everyone found out three years ago 
that Tony and I were wearing diapers now.
	Megan tried to defend us. She said, "okay everyone, we all know 
Chris and Tony wear diapers, now lay off of them! Just knock it off!"
	"You wear diapers, too, Megan?" one heckling boy named Brad 
shouted from the front of the crowd.
	"For your information, Brat, no, I don't!" Megan said, making 
sure Brad heard the "T" at the end of his name.
	"They probably don't make them big enough to fit your big butt, 
anyway!" the kid said to Megan. This generated some laughter as well.
	"Why, you...!" Megan said as she charged towards the offending 
boy.
	"What are sticking up for them for?" Brad asked her.
	"They're my friends," Megan said. "At least I have friends."
	"So do I, Chuck and Steve."
	"Oh, the ones who were suspended for mooning, eh?" Megan said. 
"Birds of a feather flock together, you know."
	"Birdth of a fevver fwock togevver!" Brad mocked Megan. He then 
said, "Good thing you didn't moon them, Megan. Who wants to see your 
fat butt, anyway?"
	Megan then lost it with this kid. She went right up to him and 
smacked him in the mouth. Everyone saw the incident, including Mrs. 
Buxley, my third-grade teacher, who was on recess duty that morning.
	"Come with me, Megan," Mrs. Buxley said. "In fact, all of you, 
come with me.
	I looked at Mrs. Buxley as she stared back at Tony and me.
	"Us, too?" I asked her.
	"Yes, Chris and Tony, you guys, too."
	"What did we do?" I asked. "We didn't do anything!"
	"Just come with me," she said.
	Mrs. Buxley led Brad to the nurse's office so that she could look 
at his bleeding mouth and treat it. The rest of us into Mr. Jenkins' 
office. We all sat nervously as we waited. I wet my diapers as I was so 
scared, wondering why I was even there in the first place. Tony felt 
the same way. I felt so bad that Megan had gotten into trouble, too. I 
wished to see Brad in the principal's office, too, as he was no better 
than Chuck or Steve.
	Mr. Jenkins then called us into his office and had us sit down 
and talk to him about what had happened. Megan did the talking.
	"All these girls started teasing Tony and Chris about wearing 
diapers, so then I tried to defend them, but then Brad starting bugging 
me about how big I am, so then I got mad at him... and hit him."
	Megan broke down and started crying.
	"I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins," she said in between sobs.
	"Chris, Tony, is this what happened?" Mr. Jenkins asked us.
	"Yes sir, that's what happened," I said. "But Megan shouldn't be 
the one who--"
	"I'll deal with Megan," Mr. Jenkins said as he interrupted me.
	"So, are we in trouble?" Tony asked Mr. Jenkins.
	"I just wanted to talk to you boys about what had happened, ask 
you a few questions. I also want to tell you about how there is going 
to be a zero-tolerance policy regarding teasing other kids who wear 
diapers in this school. I deal with this all the time, mostly from the 
lower grades where there are more kids who wear diapers. There's been 
too much hazing going on lately, and it's going to stop!"
	"So, what can we do about it?" I nervously asked Mr. Jenkins. I 
wet my diaper some more.
	"If anyone starts bothering you boys, I don't care what it is, go 
to a teacher on duty and tell him or her."
	"In other words, tattle?"
	"We're going to call a special assembly this Friday to address 
the issue," Mr. Jenkins said. "It won't be just about you or the other 
kids who wear diapers, it's about all the hazing that's been going on."
	Mr. Jenkins then excused us from his office. We asked him if we 
could see the nurse first, and he said this was okay. Brad had been 
waiting out in the secretary's office during this time. He sneered at 
us as we walked past him. His mouth had been treated for the injuries 
he received from Megan's fist. Tony and I then went to the nurse's 
office, where she changed each of us back into clean, dry diapers. We 
then split off and went to our classes.
	"See you at lunch," I said to Tony.
	All I could think about during the lesson was what was going to 
happen to Megan. She didn't deserve to get what she was probably going 
to get for hitting Brad. I just hoped that Brad would get into some 
kind of trouble for inciting Megan and insulting her.
	Lunchtime came, and Tony and I ate our lunch as we normally did. 
I knew that Megan was not allowed to return to class when I saw that 
she was nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria. I didn't see Brad, either. 
Everybody talked about Megan hitting Brad more than they did about me 
going around in just diapers after school yesterday, though this still 
gave the kids plenty to talk about.
	After I got home from school and got changed into my cloth 
diapers I called Megan at home to ask her what had happened.
	"I got suspended for two days," she said in a low voice.
	"I'm sorry," I said to Megan. I could tell that she was still sad 
and crying. "I feel really bad about what happened. I feel like I 
caused it because I was in just my diapers yesterday."
	"It's not your fault, Chris," Megan said in a soft, broken voice, 
trying to assure me. "It had nothing to do with you. Brad was teasing 
me about my size again, and I just sort of lost it."
	"Well, it started with you defending Tony and me, which I thank 
you for, by the way."
	"Sure, any time," Megan said, perking up a little. "And I'm 
grounded for a week, too, that sucks."
	"Yeah, I know," I said. "What happened to Brad?"
	"He's just got study hall the rest of the week," Megan said. I 
could tell she was disappointed that he didn't get more than this.
	"So, how did you like sleeping in your crib last night?" Megan 
asked me.
	"I slept really nice, I didn't even want to get up," I said.
	"I bet you look cute all diapered up in your crib like a little 
boy," Megan said. I could feel my dick getting hard as I listened to 
Megan talk. I started rubbing the front of my diaper.
	"Yeah, that's what my sisters say," I said. I wanted to hear 
Megan talk to me some more as I was starting to get excited, but then 
she had to cut it short.
	"Oh shit!" Megan shouted. "My mom's home and I'm not supposed to 
talk to anyone on the phone! See you later, bye!"
	Megan then abruptly hung up the phone. I went into my room-- or 
was it to be called my nursery?-- and closed the door. I got up into my 
crib and lay down in it. Megan really got me started when she started 
telling me how she wished she could change my diapers and put me in my 
crib every night like I was her little brother. I had to finish off 
this fantasy, so I feverishly jerked off and then relaxed while I 
savored the sensation.
	A few minutes later, Lisa came into my room.
	"I can still hear you when you do that in your crib, you know," 
Lisa said to me. "Just thought I'd let you know."
	"Thanks," I said, embarrassed that she knew what I was doing.
	I felt tired after the day I had at school, so I continued to lie 
in my crib. I just couldn't get over how soft and comfortable it was to 
lie in! While I didn't mean to fall asleep, I did, and I ended up 
taking an hour-long nap. It gave Lisa and Cindy a good opportunity to 
snap some pictures of me in my diapers while in my new crib, actually 
sleeping. Since I didn't have the covers over me my diapers were in 
full view. They confessed to doing this after I woke back up and told 
me while checking the condition of my diapers for the tracking log. No 
doubt they got some good pictures of my well-padded butt as this seemed 
to be their favorite way of photographing me.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 18
---------------------------

	The rest of the week passed without much incident. On Friday Mr. 
Jenkins called to order the assembly that he told us about. He 
delivered a very stern warning to us regarding hazing and hitting. I 
was worried that he would specifically address the fact that some of us 
wear diapers, but this was never mentioned.
	It was nice to not have to deal with Chuck and Steve at school, 
at least for now as they were on suspension for their little diapered-
butt-baring stunt. On the other hand, I still felt bad about Megan also 
getting suspended, but enjoyed knowing that she cared about Tony and me 
enough to defend us against the others at school. Tony and I looked 
forward to the weekend as usual, but this time, we expected things to 
be more fun as we would be having the first sleepover in my newly 
decorated "nursery."
	Tony's mother dropped him off at my house at about 6:30. Tony 
didn't have his pants on when he showed up, but he did pack them in his 
bag just in case he needed them for anything. Dad had just gotten home 
from work at about that time. He hadn't talked to me since I had gone 
to bed last night, so he asked me how I slept in my new crib.
	"I slept great," I said.
	"You'd better like it," my father said. "Because it's staying 
there, at least until you move out on your own, which won't be for 
several years, I imagine."
	"I like it, Dad, I really do," I said. "Thank you."
	"I'm glad you like it, Chris," my Dad said. "Because if you 
didn't, we're not putting it back the way it was before."
	"I can't wait to see what it's like to sleep in Chris' crib," 
Tony said to my father, sounding excited about this.
	"I reinforced it to make sure it could handle both you boys being 
in it at the same time," my father said. I didn't know if he meant that 
he reinforced it for the weight capacity, or the fact that Tony and I 
would likely engage in vigorous masturbatory activity at the same time. 
He was a boy once, too, so I'm sure he understood my feelings at my 
age, but still, it embarrassed me that he was so unsubtle about such 
things.
	I hadn't really thought much about what dinner would be and I 
assumed that Mom would either have us order a pizza as usual, or she 
would make something quick and easy. Since she wasn't in the kitchen, I 
assumed that we would be having pizza. Then I noticed that Mom came out 
of the bedroom looking more dressed-up than usual, and I could smell 
her perfume. I heard Dad showering in the bathroom.
	"Where are you and Dad going tonight?" I asked Mom.
	"Didn't I tell you, Chris?" my Mom asked me.
	"Tell me what?" I asked.
	"Oh, well, I guess I didn't tell you, Chris. You weren't home the 
night I told the girls, I guess," my Mom said. "Your father and I are 
going to a banquet for his company tonight, so you kids will be on your 
own."
	"Oh, okay," I said.
	After Mom and Dad had taken off for the evening, Tony and I were 
wondering what we would be having for dinner. With Mom being gone with 
Dad, I assumed that Lisa would just call for pizza as she usually did. 
Tony and I went up to her to ask her if we were having pizza.
	"Actually, I'm going to make dinner," Lisa said.
	"You, Lisa?" I asked her. "As in cook dinner?"
	"Yes, *me*, Chris," Lisa said defensively.
	"I didn't know you could cook," I said to Lisa naively.
	"Well, I can, so you'd better like what I make tonight."
	"And I'm helping her," Cindy added. "So I'm saying you'd better 
like it, too."
	"Okay, but what are we having?" I asked.
	Lisa and Cindy then started giggling, trying to suppress it. It 
was that familiar laugh that Cindy and Lisa gave whenever they had some 
silly idea to use on me and Tony.
	"You'll find out," Lisa said.
	"You guys were laughing," I said. "I wanna know what's up. What 
are you going to make us eat?"
	"We're gonna eat it, too," Cindy said.
	"It's not anything weird or gross," Lisa said. "Just go play on 
the computer, or go play in your nursery. I'll call you diaper-butt 
boys out when it's ready."
	Lisa then gave Cindy a list of things to buy at the store and she 
left for a few minutes. Tony and I played with my various toys and some 
games on the computer. We had both wet and messed our diapers during 
that time. Tony was sitting across from me as he was squatted down on 
the floor putting some Legos together. I was looking at his crotch and 
after hearing him far, I watched the crotch of his diaper bulge out as 
he filled his diapers. I could smell the fresh odor, which blended with 
the stink of my own soiled diapers. I could see that his diaper had 
already swollen from being wet, and when he turned around and stuck his 
butt in my face to show me what he had done in his diaper it was 
evident from behind that he had pooped his diaper, too. Even though he 
changed his own diapers regularly, he always liked it when Lisa or 
Cindy changed him. He got up and went out to the kitchen to ask one of 
my sisters to change him.
	A moment later, Cindy came into my room with Tony and she had him 
go up on the changing table. She stripped off his dirty diaper and 
tossed it into the bucket along with his soaked diaper doublers. She 
then cleaned him up and filled the pail with several wipes, all of them 
thoroughly covered with poop by the time she was done. Tony had a big 
hard-on as I expected and he was enjoying getting his nuts wiped clean.
	Cindy then went into Tony's bag to retrieve a clean diaper and 
some doublers.
	"I see you brought a good supply of diapers, Tony," Cindy said to 
him. "You never know when you might need them."
	"That's true," Tony said. There was something odd about the way 
Cindy said that to Tony, but I figured I was just feeling too 
suspicious overall. I had heard Lisa and Cindy giggling out in the 
kitchen the whole time we were playing. But then, they always did this.
	Cindy then diapered Tony back up and she made some notes in his 
diaper changing log that he had brought along. She also checked my 
diapers to see how they were doing. Seeing that I was okay, she left me 
alone and noted her observations in my tracking log. Cindy then left 
the room to dispose of Tony's old diaper and to wash her hands.
	"Did you happen to see what they were making for dinner?" I asked 
Tony.
	"There were two pots on the stove, and an empty can of baked 
beans, one of those big family size' cans. That's all I remember seeing 
while I was out there."
	After a few minutes had passed, Lisa came to my bedroom to tell 
Tony and me that dinner was ready.
	Tony and I went into the kitchen. We were surprised at what Lisa 
and Cindy had prepared for dinner. In addition to the baked beans that 
Tony had told me about, they also cooked up a turkey breast and some 
rolls. Tony and I were also given our milk in baby bottles.
	"Well, sit down, boys," Lisa said as she pulled out our chairs. 
We took our spots at the table and watched as Lisa filled each of our 
plates with the food. They really piled on the beans and filled over 
half of the large plates with them.
	Lisa and Cindy sat across from us and we all ate together.
	"How's the food?" Lisa asked me.
	"It's good," I said. "Honestly, it is."
	"Glad you like it, there's plenty more," Lisa said.
	After Tony and I finished off what was on our plates, Lisa and 
Cindy each gave us another portion, this time with more beans than 
before. I noticed that when the girls filled their own plates a second 
time, they served themselves smaller portions of beans and took them 
from a smaller pan.
	Tony and I were both hungry and we kept eating until we were 
full, just barely finishing off all the beans and turkey that were 
served.
	"You boys are going to get the farts big time tonight," Lisa 
said.
	"Oh yeah, what about you and Cindy? You ate some beans, too," I 
said.
	"Yeah, but I made a separate portion for Cindy and me," Lisa 
said, "and I added Bean-o to it. As for *you* guys, well, let's just 
say you're going to stink up your diapers in more ways than one."
	Tony and I went to the computer to play some games on it. While 
we were sitting there I could feel my body producing another load of 
poop, along with plenty of flatulence from all the beans that I ate. 
Then, while I was blasting away at spaceships on the computer screen I 
loaded my diapers some more and I launched my big bowel movement with a 
long and sustained fart, which my diapers could only do so much for 
muting the sound and the odor. My fart made bubbles in the pile of poop 
in my diapers. I felt these bubbles traveling up the channel of shit 
wedged into my butt crack. Tony also began farting, but he hadn't shit 
yet, so his fart came out loud and airy without any poop to obstruct 
it. His disposable diaper didn't work as effectively to retain the 
smell or the sound.
	"You boys are going to be farting all night!" Lisa said as she 
heard me cut another juicy one into my diapers, along with some more 
poop.
	"I suppose you're due for a change now," Lisa said as she waited 
for Tony and me to finish up our game. I then went into my room and got 
up on the changing table and let Lisa clean me up. I was quite a mess, 
and I even farted twice while Lisa was cleaning me up. Lisa winced at 
the sudden pungent odor from my farts, even though she was used to my 
poop stink.
	After Lisa cleaned me up again she diapered me up very heavily, 
saying that I needed some extra diapers to filter out my farts and that 
the beans would likely make me and Tony poop more messily. By the time 
I got back to the computer, Tony had loaded his diapers again, and Lisa 
decided to change him at this time.
	We decided to finish out the evening by watching a movie with the 
girls. We picked out a movie from our collection that we could all 
agree upon. While watching the movie, Tony and I kept farting from all 
the beans we ate and we smelled like we were in need of changing, 
though at this point, only our farts were accounting for the strong 
odor in the room. I had wet my diapers, though, as did Tony. We each 
had a baby bottle full of 7 Up to enjoy during the movie, which Cindy 
had refilled for each of us after about forty- five minutes. She also 
used this time to perform an hourly check of my diapers for mine and 
Tony's tracking logs.
	About halfway into the movie I suddenly began to feel tired, as 
did Tony. Even the girls said that they were feeling a little sleepy 
and attributed it to the turkey that we had eaten. As far as I could 
tell, they weren't farting, however. As for Tony and I, however, our 
diapered butts continued to bellow out a smelly symphony of passing gas 
and stunk up the room some more. I nearly fell asleep, and as I almost 
did, I pooped into my diapers as my body relaxed itself some more and 
it was a soft, runny poop. I then woke up from the feel of the warm, 
fecal flow all around my buttocks, realizing that I had just soiled 
myself again. I continued to sit there with Tony, who had fallen asleep 
completely. He was resting his head on the arm of the couch as he was 
in a half-sitting, half-lying-down position.
	Mom and Dad then came home and saw us all gathered around the TV. 
She could see that we were all tired.
	"You kids better go to bed soon," my Mom said as she came up to 
us. She looked at Tony as he was lying there with his body limp. Mom 
could tell that he had wet his diaper when she turned the light on and 
saw his crotch all wet.
	"Have the boys had their diapers changed?" Mom asked Lisa.
	"Right before the movie started," Lisa said. "The boys drank a 
lot tonight, though."
	"Yeah, Tony's soaking wet already," my Mom said. "How about your 
diapers, Chris? No telling what's underneath all that thick white 
padding!"
	"I just pooped in them not too long ago," I said as I sat before 
Mom with my legs spread wide and my crotch exposed to show the full 
width of my diapers. I cut another long, wet, messy fart at that time, 
varying by almost an entire octave during its delivery.
	"We had beans tonight," Lisa said, explaining why I farted so 
spectacularly. "Chris and Tony have been cutting the cheese all night."
	"But we had Bean-o in mine and Lisa's beans, so you can blame all 
the smells on Chris and Tony," Cindy said.
	"Well, since they're always the only ones in diapers, they're 
pretty much responsible for all the bad smells around this house," Mom 
said. "Cotton's litter box has nothing on your dirty diapers, Chris."
	By this time, Tony had woken up again. We agreed that we were 
both tired and ready to go to bed. He and I went into my room, with 
Lisa offering to change Tony's diaper before going to bed. She took off 
his wet diaper and wiped him dry, then replaced it with another clean 
diaper from his bag. Lisa decided to put two diapers on him just to pad 
up his butt some more, and to make it more effective, she poked some 
holes in his first diaper with a pair of scissors on my desk. She also 
removed Tony's shirt for him as she knew he didn't wear one in bed. 
Lisa checked my diapers, too, as part of the hourly check that was, for 
the most part, being followed consistently to this point, though Lisa 
admitted that it was starting to get monotonous since my diapers 
rarely, if ever, showed any signs of leakage for being so thick. Even 
as much as I had pooped tonight, Lisa decided that I would be okay 
until morning.
	Tony and I were both feeling excited about sharing my crib for 
the first time. Tony had heard me talk about how comfortable it was to 
sleep in, and while he had lay in it during after-school visits, he 
hadn't yet spent an entire night sleeping in my crib to enjoy its 
comfort. I got into my crib with him and lay down next to him. Lisa 
brought Cotton in with her and set him down at the foot of the crib, 
where he liked to sleep. Cotton had taken to my crib very well and 
liked sleeping in it with me, which he had done every night since I had 
gotten it. Lisa shut the gate and turned out the light and wished us 
both a good night.
	While my crib was just big enough to hold both Tony and me, we 
were lying rather closely together. We were each lying on our backs, 
talking about what things we would be doing during the spring break 
that was coming up in about a week.
	"We're going to Seattle to see my Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank, and 
my cousins Darren and Nancy," I said to Tony. Tony said that he was 
just staying home all week and he knew he would be bored without having 
me around to play with.
	"How's Darren doing anyway?" Tony asked me.
	"Doing fine," I said. "He's told me that he's met a couple 
friends who also wear diapers, so I hope to meet them while I'm there," 
I said. "Darren's gone full-time diapers now, school and everything, 
and most of the time it's all he ever wears, just like me. His parents 
found out how much he likes to wear diapers and they were gonna try to 
get him to stop wearing them, and then they talked to my parents. They 
said, 'take our advice, don't fight it, just let him wear diapers to 
keep family peace.' So, I'm looking forward to seeing him, and I'm 
excited about going to Seattle, too."
	Tony and I continued to talk about diaper-related matters, such 
as my cousin Darren, as we lay there in my crib. We didn't feel as 
tired now as we did when watching the movie. Both of us were still 
farting every couple of minutes and we were really starting to stink up 
my crib. It was enough to drive Cotton off of my crib, as I heard him 
meow and then hop up on my diaper changing table to sleep there 
instead. Things really smelled foul when I lifted the covers to air out 
the fart odors, plus the fact that I was feeling warm, with both Tony 
and I generating body heat and lying so closely to each other. The 
automated air freshener was doing little to abate the stench.
	Tony had since then turned over on his side, facing away from me. 
I could feel his warm, shirtless back pressing up against my arms. His 
butt was pressing into the front of my diapers and my dick was hard 
from the sensation of our diapers rubbing up against each other. Tony 
must have liked this, too, as he began playing with himself.
	Suddenly, Tony stopped jerking himself and he let out another 
big, wet load of poop in his diapers. I could feel the vibration in my 
diapers from the force at which he farted and pooped out his stools. 
With the covers halfway off of us, I could barely see his white 
diapered derriere in what little light there was in my room. I looked 
at Tony's butt, knowing that it was now covered in shit beneath his 
diaper. I then began rubbing myself, too, unable to resist the urge. In 
doing so, my hands were snugly wedged between the front of my diapers 
and Tony's diapered behind. I could feel and hear the poop squishing 
around underneath his diaper. I found this activity to be quite 
intensely arousing, as did Tony.
	"Rub my butt some more," Tony said to me. I complied with his 
request, not that I objected or had any reservations about doing it, of 
course. I put one hand on his behind and kept my other hand on my 
diaper. I felt his poop squishing around as I stuck my hand down 
towards his crotch and teased his balls. While I was doing this, I 
loaded my diapers some more, expelling a very juicy fart along with the 
big, wet shit that I had just produced. Tony asked me if he could rub 
my butt, too. I felt silly letting him do it, but we were both so horny 
now it was unbelievable.
	"Let's do it at the same time," I suggested. We figured the best 
way to do this was to face each other and put our arms around each 
other's abdomens and then put our hands on each other's behinds and rub 
them. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, very 
pleasing. Our legs were interlocked and my pee-soaked diaper crotch was 
rubbing up against his, also soaked heavily in fresh, warm piss. I 
could hear the gels of his wet diaper squishing along with his poop as 
we felt each other's butts some more. Tony couldn't feel my poop as my 
diapers were much too thick, but he liked feeling my plastic pants all 
the bulky cotton diaper layers bunched together on me, and I was 
getting off on the feeling of having him squish my shit around inside 
my diapers. Tony also liked feeling all the pins stuck in the sides of 
my diapers. We were both smiling in each other's faces, knowing how 
much fun we were having.
	Minutes later, he and I both orgasmed into our diapers, and at 
about the same time, too. It was the most intense ejaculation I had 
ever felt. It made me dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out from 
it. We were both very hot and sweaty and our bodies were weak and limp, 
so we lay there and relaxed while we caught our breaths.
	I was having some afterthoughts about what I had just done with 
Tony. I couldn't believe that I had virtually engaged in sexual 
intercourse with my best friend. While our diapers had us far removed 
from direct genital contact, the activity was much the same. I 
dismissed the idea of it being *sex* sex, since our diapers were the 
basis of my arousal. On the other hand, the only time I ever got off on 
diapers was when it involved other boys wearing them.
	The only time my diaper fantasies involved girls was when they 
changed my diapers and enjoyed seeing me in them and acknowledging my 
using them, making a point of the fact that they, being girls, don't 
wear diapers, just boys. While I figured this probably wasn't 
absolutely true, it seemed to me that most kids who wear diapers would 
be boys, that boys just seemed to be more inclined to wear diapers. My 
sisters did well to instill in me such a notion, one with which I was 
well satisfied.
	I often substituted images of Megan for my sisters when I thought 
about all the times Lisa and Cindy changed my diapers and went around 
flaunting the fact that they don't wear diapers while I do. I also 
thought about having sex with Megan and some other girls at school I 
thought were cute. This led me back to pondering my confused feelings 
about my sexual orientation. I didn't think I was gay since I didn't 
want to have sex with other boys, but I liked to look at them in 
diapers and liked to think about other boys getting off on their own 
diapers and other boys' diapers. I got off on these thoughts much more 
than any girlie magazine could ever do for me.
	Tony was having the same feelings as I was, so after a few 
minutes of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, we talked 
about this. We agreed to keep this episode between us a secret, a 
secret that would ultimately consummate our friendship. We didn't talk 
about whether or not we would do it again, but I had a good feeling 
this wouldn't be the last time we did it.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 19
---------------------------

	Spring break had arrived! I was looking forward to the upcoming 
trip to Seattle and seeing cousin Darren at his house for the first 
time ever. We wouldn't be leaving until Wednesday evening, however, so 
the first few days were just spent at home doing the usual things. Tony 
and I played together a lot of the time. While most kids in the 
neighborhood played outside on the street, Tony and I mostly stayed 
indoors since Lisa and Cindy would not give me my pants until we were 
ready to leave on Wednesday. Tony and I had another sleepover the 
weekend beforehand and we pretty much did the same things that we 
usually did during a sleepover. I wasn't sure if Tony would want to do 
what we did last time and have me feel his poop-filled diaper butt 
while he felt mine, but I was hoping he would. When we got into the 
crib and got next to each other and felt each other's diapers rubbing 
up against each other it made us both so horny, and once again, we got 
off on the feel and the smell of our poopy diapers. That was the 
highlight of our weekend, but everything else was pretty much the same 
as before.
	Wednesday afternoon had arrived at last. Both Mom and Dad were 
still at work, so Mom left Lisa in charge to make sure everyone had 
their bags packed and ready to go by the time she and Dad got home. 
Cindy had packed her stuff that morning and had since then gone over to 
Gina's house to spend the afternoon with her. Mom was due home in less 
than half an hour. At this time Lisa helped me pack my stuff. I wanted 
to take along some books to read as well as some paper and pens to draw 
or write, plus some photos and a couple videos of me in my diapers so 
that I could show them to Darren and his friends if I had the chance to 
meet them while I was visiting. I especially wanted Darren to see what 
my bedroom looked like now, so I made sure to pack some pictures and 
video of this. The pictures that Lisa and Cindy had taken of me while 
sleeping in my crib turned out really cute, I must admit.
	I also included with my stuff a floppy disk with copies of all 
the diaper stories that I had written so that I could show them to 
Darren. He told me he had written some diaper stories, too and I 
couldn't wait to see what his stories were like. All of these things 
went into my duffel bag, along with my shirts and socks.
	I still had all my diapers to pack and Lisa knew that I would 
need another large bag just for these alone. Lisa had a big duffel bag 
that she and Cindy had each used for summer camp outings, so she 
brought it into my room and set it down on the diaper changing table. 
Lisa then opened my diaper cabinet and began taking stacks of cloth 
diapers out from it, stuffing the bag full of diapers, packing as many 
of them into it as she could. She grabbed some plastic pants and the 
entire container of diaper pins along with the powder. Lisa was smiling 
as she stuffed the bag completely full.
	"Do you think I need to take that many diapers with me?" I asked 
Lisa.
	"Oh yeah, this is about how many you'll use in the time that 
we're gone," Lisa said, patting her hand on top of the bulging bag 
before zipping it shut, struggling to get the bag to close with all the 
diapers she had put into it.
	Lastly, my carry-on bag was packed. Lisa put some disposable 
diapers in it for me to wear while traveling. I also put another book 
in there so that I could read it on the plane, though since it would be 
my first plane ride I would probably be staring out the window and 
watching things on the ground below pass by if I had a window seat. I 
also threw in my tape player headset along with a couple tapes. My 
jacket had also been packed in my carry-on. As Seattle was known for 
its rain I had a good feeling I would be needing it.
	It hadn't occurred to me that my pants hadn't been packed yet, so 
I asked Lisa if she could get them.
	"I was wondering when you'd ask about your pants, Chris," Lisa 
said to me.
	"Well, I guess I don't think about wearing my pants much since I 
only wear them to school," I said. Lisa smiled at me as she looked at 
me standing before her in my thick, cloth diapers that I had been 
wearing since early morning. They were wet and full of shit and they 
badly needed to be changed again.
	"So where are my pants?" I asked Lisa.
	"I already packed them," Lisa replied.
	"Where? I didn't see you pack them," I told her.
	"I put them in the bottom of your big diaper bag when I got it 
from my room. I grabbed your pants from my room and I put them in the 
bag before I brought it in here."
	"Are you sure?" I asked as I looked at the bulging bag. I started 
to unzip it, causing some of the diapers on the top to pop out. Lisa 
then brushed my hands away from the bag, stuffed the loose diapers back 
down in it and zipped it shut again.
	"Your pants are in there, Chris, trust me," Lisa said.
	"You do realize that I need them *now*," I said as I pointed to 
my fully exposed diapers. "I can't go on the plane in just my diapers."
	"Sure you can!" Lisa said. I knew she was kidding, but I was 
taken aback by her statement, anyway.
	"You can wear your shorts," Lisa suggested.
	"You mean those big ones that mom bought for me at the mall? The 
ones that only fit over my cloth diapers?" I asked. "I can't wear 
those, I'm going to be in a disposable diaper, right?"
	"You'll have to find some way to keep them pulled up," Lisa 
suggested. "Maybe bunch up the side and then pin it with one of your 
diapers pins."
	"Nah," I said, thinking about how silly this would look. I had to 
think of something, then it occurred to me that maybe I could borrow 
some shorts from Tony, even though I knew he didn't have very many 
pairs of shorts or pants, either. We were going to stop by Tony's house 
on our way to the airport to give him the key to our house. He was 
going to come over every day to feed Cotton and play with him as well 
as take in the mail and the newspapers and rotate the lights each night 
to create the impression that someone was home. At that time I would 
pick up some shorts from him when I gave him the key. I told Lisa what 
I had planned.
	"It's up to you," Lisa said.
	I gave Tony a call to ask him if he could have a pair of shorts 
or pants ready to give to me when I showed up later. He said he would 
try to find a pair but wasn't sure what he had other than his only pair 
of pants and one other pair of shorts.
	Mom then came home, having picked up Cindy from Gina's house on 
her way, and asked me if I had everything ready. I showed her the three 
bags that had been packed.
	"Okay, good," Mom said. "What's in the big bag?" Mom asked. 
Apparently, she wasn't too surprised to see that I was taking so much 
with me, mainly, the supply of diapers. Mom picked up the two smaller 
bags and took them out to the car.
	"Have Lisa change you into a disposable diaper and get your pants 
on," Mom said to me. "Dad's going to be home shortly and we need to 
take off right away. We'll be on a tight schedule between here and the 
airport."
	Lisa then had me get up on the changing table, where she stripped 
off my wet and poopy diapers. She dropped them in the pail and cleaned 
me up. While Lisa was doing this, Mom came back in the room to get my 
large bag that mostly contained my diapers.
	"I assume this is all your diapers, Chris," my Mom said as she 
picked up the big bag. "I never realized they all weighed this much!" 
Lisa started snickering as she finished wiping my butt clean. She then 
grabbed a disposable diaper and some doublers and put them on me. Lisa 
noted my diaper change in the tracking log and then realized that we 
would also have to take it with us, as observations would be recorded 
while I was at my Aunt Rita's and Uncle Frank's house. She ran it out 
to the car and put it in my carry-on bag.
	"Can you get Chris his pants, please?" Mom asked Lisa.
	"They're already packed," Lisa said. Mom rolled her eyes and 
sighed.
	"He's going to need to wear something over his diaper," my Mom 
said to Lisa.
	"I told him he could wear his shorts," Lisa said.
	"Those won't fit, Lisa," my Mom said. "I only bought those for 
Chris to wear out of the mall that day he got his shorts stolen from 
him in the bathroom."
	"You mean *my* shorts," Lisa stated.
	"Whatever," Mom said. "He needs to get dressed!"
	"It's okay, Mom," I told her. "Tony said he'd have some shorts 
ready for me when we stopped by to drop off the house key."
	"You'd better hope so," my Mom said. "Otherwise, you'll be 
boarding the plane just like that," she said, pointing out that all I 
had on was my shirt and a disposable diaper, additionally padded up 
with doublers in the front, of course.
	"I suppose if I had to, I could wear my jacket, since it would 
come down far enough to cover my diapers," I said.
	"It's up to you, Chris," my Mom said. "Just as long as Tony has 
some shorts for you."
	"I called him; he said he'd have some," I told Mom.
	Lisa then came out of my room carrying the bucket full of my 
dirty diapers, taking them to the laundry room.
	"You should have changed him out of his cloth diapers earlier," 
my Mom said. "That way you could have had his diapers washed and dried 
before we left. You don't have time to do that now."
	"I guess I didn't think about that," Lisa said. "I can't just 
leave them sitting here stinking up the house."
	"Yeah, do, do leave Chris' dirty diapers out," Cindy said with a 
smile. "The smell will keep the burglars away, that's for sure!" Cindy 
joked.
	"Just wash his diapers for now, Lisa, and then when we go to 
Tony's house to give him the key to the house, we can tell him to move 
the diapers into the dryer," Mom said. "He'll have to stay at the house 
while the dryer's running. They've been known to cause fires, you 
know."
	The car's trunk and the back seat was loaded with everyone's 
baggage. Cotton's litter box had been changed and he had fresh food and 
water. We were just waiting on Dad to come home from work now. 
Everybody was ready to leave except for the fact that I was still in 
just my diaper, hoping that Tony would have a pair for me. All we could 
do was just sit around and watch the TV and wait anxiously. Dad was 
running late.
	"C'mon, Robert, we got a plane to catch," mom mumbled nervously 
while looking at her watch. Mom looked at me and saw that I was still 
in my diapers.
	"Are you sure Tony is going to have some shorts for you?" my Mom 
asked me.
	"He said he'd look for some," I said.
	"Better call him again to make sure," mom sighed. "If he doesn't 
have them, then get your other shorts, I don't care if you have to hold 
them up while walking through the airport."
	I went to the phone and gave Tony a call. While I was dialing and 
waiting for someone to pick up, Mom said, "Keep it short, in case Dad 
needs to call and explain why he's running late."
	Kara answered the phone, so I asked her for Tony.
	"He's changing his diapers right now," Kara said. "He'll be right 
out."
	I stood there and waited for Tony. While I was standing there, I 
wet into my diaper. Cindy pointed out that I had done so as she 
observed the stripes on my diaper changing color.
	"I've never seen your disposable diapers do that before," Cindy 
said. "They're always already wet by the time me or Lisa takes your 
pants off and changes you out your disposables."
	Finally, Tony answered and I told him that I needed to find out 
if he had found me some shorts.
	"Yeah, I do," Tony said, though he sounded somewhat dubious about 
it. I asked him if the shorts were any good.
	"They might be too small," he said. "But I think they'll fit you, 
as long as you're in a disposable diaper, of course."
	"Sound good," I said. "I guess I'll try them on when I get 
there."
	"If we have time," Mom said, still sitting in her recliner.
	"Clear the line, Chris; Dad may be trying to call," Mom said.
	"Well, gotta go, see you in a little bit," I said to Tony as I 
hung up the phone.
	Dad finally pulled into the driveway. We went out to the car and 
greeted him.
	"You're running, late, honey," my Mom said to my Dad.
	"Yes, I know that, dear," my Dad grumbled. "It was another one of 
those damn 'last-minute-meetings!'" Dad said, saying the last part in a 
mocking tone of voice. I almost laughed, but I knew Dad wouldn't 
appreciate it.
	"They knew damn well I was leaving for Seattle tonight. It was a 
stupid meeting, too. It could have easily waited until tomorrow, and it 
wasn't even that important, but nooooo!"
	"Kids, get in the car, we're going now!" my Mom said while she 
went into the house with my Dad so that he could change out of his 
stuffy work attire.
	"What the hell is Chris doing in just his diaper?" my Dad asked 
my Mom. "He needs to get dressed now!"
	"He's going to borrow a pair of shorts from Tony when we stop by 
there on the way to the airport," my Mom said while trying to relax my 
father.
	"Whatever," Dad said as he shrugged. I heard Mom continue 
explaining the matter while she went into the house with Dad. Mom and 
Dad then came out of the house a couple minutes later. Dad had changed 
into his casual clothes and we were on our way to the airport at last.
	We went to Tony's house first. As usual, there were other kids 
playing outside and would see me in just my diaper. I knew that we were 
running short on time, but I hesitated as I sat there holding the key 
that I was to give to Tony.
	"Go, Chris!" my Mom said as she turned around and looked at me 
staring out the window at the other kids playing. "They've seen you in 
your diapers before!"
	I had to get out on the side of the car facing the street, so the 
other kids would see me in my diapers as I did. They started laughing 
as they watched me trot across the front lawn on the way to the front 
door of Tony's house. They got a good view of my diapered butt when I 
dropped the key in the grass and bent down to retrieve it.
	"Shit!" I grumbled as I rooted around in the grass to look for 
it. While I was bent over I heard a girl whistling, then shouting "nice 
butt!"
	Mom rolled the window down and shouted, "Remember to tell Tony 
about the dryer!"
	Tony then came to the door, dressed in just his T-shirt and 
diaper. I handed him the key and told him about moving my diapers to 
the dryer when he went over to the house.
	"Okay," he said. "Here's your shorts."
	"Thanks," I said. I looked at them, remembering what they had 
looked like when Tony wore them while they were new. The leg openings 
were frayed and they did look a little small. I decided to try them on, 
so I unfolded them and started to put my foot into one of the leg 
openings.
	"Chris! You can put them on in the car!" my Mom shouted.
	"I gotta go," I said. "See you when I get back."
	"Have fun!" Tony said as I ran back to the car.
	I got back into the car and Dad took off before I even had the 
door all the way shut. Dad was really gunning it now. We entered the 
main street and were faced with traffic, causing Dad to complain.
	"It's as if these people knew we were on our way to the airport," 
Dad complained. I just ignored him and tried to put my shorts on in the 
car. I got them on most of the way, but by the time they got about 
halfway over my diapers, there was some resistance.
	"Uh oh," I said. "These shorts are too small."
	"Not much you can do about that now," my Mom said. I couldn't get 
the shorts up while I was sitting, so I had to stand up in the back 
seat while bent over. Dad got onto the freeway and was passing a line 
of slower cars in the next lane. I wondered what they thought of me 
unintentionally mooning them as I pressed my diapered butt up against 
the back window.
	I couldn't get the shorts to pull up, so Cindy, who was sitting 
next to me, helped. She pulled them up a little farther, but the top 
two inches of my diaper was still exposed.
	"That's as good as I can do, I'm afraid," Cindy said. Lisa looked 
at me and snickered. I tried pulling the shorts up some more, but they 
were not going to go any higher. Resigning myself to the realization 
that I would have to walk through two airports like this, I dwelled on 
the embarrassment that I had yet to face. Just when I thought that this 
was bad enough, Cindy said, "We got another problem."
	"What?" I asked.
	Cindy stuck her hand behind me, and then I felt her fingers 
rubbing up against the surface of my diapers. I could tell from the way 
her fingers felt that they were not rubbing up against the fabric of 
the shorts and that I could feel the tension of the shorts pulling on 
me as she inserted her entire hand into what turned out to be a nice, 
straight rip along the seam of the back of the shorts.
	"What's the matter?" Mom asked.
	"There's a hole in the butt of Chris' shorts," Cindy said. I felt 
my face reddening.
	"Shit!" I thought.
	"Mom! Cindy said 'butt hole'", Lisa mocked-tattled.
	"That doesn't count, Lisa," Cindy said. "I said 'hole', and then 
'butt', not 'butt' and then 'hole.'"
	"Kids, stop it!" my Dad said.
	"Maybe they sell shorts at the gift shop," I suggested.
	"Forget it, Chris," my Mom said. "They probably don't, and if 
they did, they'd charge an arm and a leg, and we don't have time to 
stop for anything."
	Cindy then started giggling.
	"What's so funny?" Mom asked her.
	"You said an arm and a *leg*, get it? Shorts? Leg?"
	Lisa then started giggling along with Cindy, and then added a 
line of her own.
	"Yeah, we'd really take it in the shorts, huh?" Lisa said.
	"All right, knock it off!" Dad said, obviously in no mood for 
humor. Neither was I, knowing that everyone in the airport would get to 
see a good portion of my diapered butt.
	"They'll just think it's your underwear," my Mom said.
	"If you look closely, you can definitely tell it's a diaper," 
Cindy pointed out.
	We got to the airport and Dad dropped us off at the curb, rushing 
us to get all our bags and to get them checked on the plane. Mom took 
my carry-on bag along with her own while I lugged the big bag of 
diapers and my other bag into the terminal building. Of course there 
was a line, which only added to the anxiety. I knew that no matter 
which way I faced, someone would see the big rip in the back of my 
shorts.
	While I was standing there in line I felt a bowel movement coming 
on, and then, I let it rip, farts and all, likely catching the 
attention of the people behind us who had kids with them, of course. 
When I heard their little boy laughing, I had a good feeling that it 
was from me pooping in my diaper. I heard the older boy accusing him of 
farting.
	"You really must have cut one, Tyler!" the other boy said.
	"It wasn't me," the little boy said. I then heard him whispering.
	"I think it's that kid in front of us. Look at his butt, his 
shorts are torn, and that looks like a diaper!"
	"You're right, it is!" the other boy said. They started laughing 
together.
	"I think he just took a crap in them," the older boy said.
	By this time, Dad had come into the building carrying his 
luggage, waiting at the back of the line just as the rest of us had 
gotten up there. The man at the counter asked me if I packed my own 
bag.
	"Actually, she did," I said, pointing to Lisa. She was then asked 
the remainder of the questions regarding the contents of the bag. We 
stood off to the side and waited for Dad to get his suitcase checked.
	I felt the mess inside of my diaper pressing up against my butt 
and knowing I was in the airport wearing a poopy diaper, I wanted to be 
changed. I asked Lisa if she could change me.
	"Mom, Chris needs his diaper changed," Lisa said.
	"Change him on the plane," Mom said. "We don't have time."
	"Eww!" Lisa said as she looked at my backside. She noted that my 
diaper was leaking and poop was running down my legs.
	"He's starting to leak," Lisa said.
	"You diapered him, didn't you?" Mom asked her.
	"Yeah," Lisa replied. "Why?"
	"You might have been in a hurry when you put his diaper on," Mom 
said.
	"I made sure his diaper was good and tight like I always do," 
Lisa said defensively. "I don't know what would cause his diaper to 
leak, but he does need to be changed soon."
	Mom looked at her watch and then she looked up the board that 
listed the status of the flights.
	"Well, you gotta really do it fast!" Mom said. Just as Lisa 
started to escort me to the nearest bathroom, Dad came out from the 
line and said, "okay, let's hurry!"
	"Chris needs to be changed," my Mom said to Dad.
	"We don't have time," my Dad said. "Let's go!"
	Dad walked at a very brisk pace as we followed him towards the 
escalators that led up to the main concourse. It was hard to walk fast 
with a messy diaper, especially a leaky one with poop dripping down my 
legs.
	I got on the escalator and looked behind me, trying to see what I 
looked like from behind with what little bit of reflection the metal 
surface of the escalator wall provided. All I could see was a blurry 
image of the cobalt blue fabric of the shorts with a very highly 
contrasting strip of white in the center. As the shorts were tight, 
there was no slack around the rip, thus, the split was wide open and 
exposing the diaper as much as it possibly could.
	We got to the concourse and approached the metal detector. 
Because of the awkward way that I was walking from wearing my soiled 
diaper, the guard might have been suspicious that I was concealing 
something in my shorts. I knew that these people took no chances 
whatsoever. He ran the wand around my legs, probably getting a good 
look at the mess that was running down the inside of my thighs and 
catching a good whiff of the aroma of my poop-covered butt.
	"Okay, sir, thank you," the guard said as he dismissed me. I 
watched him wincing and fanning his face afterwards, obviously offended 
by my poop odors.
	Mom was the last of our family to pass through the security 
checkpoint. She still had my carry-on bag with her. After they ran it 
through the x-ray, they spotted something that warranted a visual 
check, so they zipped the bag open, pulling out my supply of diapers in 
full view of other passengers. In addition, he also pulled out the 
diaper change tracking log, whose cover prominently displayed the 
Thickies logo. Lisa and Cindy giggled as they watched, and then they 
jostled me. I was already embarrassed enough at this point. It turned 
out to be my tape player that caused the suspicious image on the X-ray 
screen, so after inspecting the bag, they let Mom through, and we were 
finally on our way to the gate.
	As we walked through the concourse, there was a mirrored section 
on the wall. I stopped briefly to make a clearer self-examination of my 
appearance from behind. I could plainly see the big rip in the back of 
my diapers as well as the brown residue that had streaked down my legs.
	"Chris!" Mom shouted. "Get your butt up here!"
	I ran up to her and the rest of the family and met them at the 
gate.
	"Made it!" my Dad said.
	We barely had two minutes to sit down before the pre- boarding 
announcement was made. As I got up from my seat I could see that I had 
left behind a small puddle of liquid poop. The seat was plastic, so 
there was no fabric to absorb it. If it didn't dry out soon, the next 
unlucky soul who sat there was going to have an unwanted blemish on the 
back of his pants.
	As if I wasn't already nervous from my diapered state being so 
conspicuous to everyone, as well as the way I had just used my diapers, 
getting onto the plane added to my anxiety even more. I wasn't sure 
what to experience when the plane took off. I did feel lucky to get a 
window seat, however. While waiting for takeoff I sat there and stared 
out the small window and watched the activity of the airport workers 
carting luggage and doing other things. I tried to ignore the way that 
my diaper was stinking up the air in what little space there was 
between my seat and the seat in front of me. Lisa was in the seat next 
to me, just barely able to squeeze her wide butt into it.
	"You are really smelly, Chris!" Lisa said. "As soon as we can, 
I'm taking you into the bathroom to change your diaper."
	While waiting for the last few passengers to get on the plane, I 
pooped my diaper some more. I knew for sure that I was going to really 
be a big mess. Just to make sure the seat stayed clean, Lisa had set 
the vomit bag on my seat for me to sit on.
	The door closed and the jet's turbines were revving up some more. 
The plane then backed away from the terminal building and started 
taxiing out towards the runway. The pilot was making his spiel and the 
stewardess was demonstrating the ensuing safety lecture. I wasn't 
paying any attention, however, as I was so nervous about being on my 
first flight. I peed my diaper, adding to its already overused 
condition. Lisa was even holding my hand to try to keep me calmed.
	The plane reached the end of the runway and then, with sudden 
acceleration, it ascended up into the sky. I had never traveled in 
anything that could move so fast as I felt the G-force pressing into my 
face. It was almost like a carnival ride. Once we were in the air I 
looked out the window and I could see the city of Boise below and the 
mountains just behind it. It was dusk and lights were starting to turn 
on. It was a nice view and I enjoyed it while I could see it. Soon the 
lights faded into the distance and only a few sparse points of light 
appeared here and there. I was still a little nervous, but I was 
feeling better now, just that my diaper was seriously in need of 
changing.
	Once the plane had reached its cruising altitude and the seatbelt 
lights went off, Lisa escorted me out of my seat and back to the 
bathrooms. She asked me to hand her my carry-on bag. She pulled out a 
diaper and the tub of wipes.
	"Can't we just take my whole bag back there?" I asked.
	"We don't need it, now come on," Lisa said as she stood in the 
aisle took my hand.
	I stuck my diapered butt in Cindy's face as we got out of the 
seats. I felt so funny walking past dozens of passengers while 
following my sister to the bathroom. We were up towards the front and 
had walked much of the length of the plane to get to the back. Seeing 
that Lisa was carrying a diaper, flashing it around in plain view of 
everyone along with the wipes, it was fairly obvious that Lisa was 
going to be changing my diaper. We drew a few stares from the 
passengers.
	I knew that the onboard bathroom couldn't possibly be very big, 
but I figured it would at least be enough space to accommodate Lisa and 
me at the same time. The diaper changing table was only big enough to 
hold a toddler, so Lisa had to change me on the floor. Because Lisa was 
as big as she was and that I had to lie flat on my back, there was no 
way we could do this without leaving the door open. I was mortified 
upon realizing this.
	I had no choice but to let Lisa take my shorts off and then my 
diaper, offering the passengers in the back rows a good show that they 
didn't expect to get when they bought their tickets. Most of them could 
only see Lisa's big butt sticking out in the aisle along with my bare 
legs, so they couldn't see my face, at least until I had gotten back 
up.
	Lisa had a hard time getting my shorts to come off from over the 
thick, swollen diaper. As she pulled it away she realized what had 
caused it to leak.
	"The tapes on this side must have come undone when you were 
trying to put your shorts on," Lisa said. She then remove the filthy 
diaper and set it aside. I looked up and saw her large chest and face 
in front of me with the lights above the aisle of the plane behind her. 
Her long hair was brushing up against my face and tickling it.
	Lisa then wiped me up the best she could in such confining 
conditions. In addition to wiping my butt she also cleaned my legs off. 
She discarded the diaper and the wipes and then put the clean diaper on 
me. We didn't bother with the doublers for travel, and at this point, 
it was just as well. She put the diaper on me and taped it shut. She 
then slid my shorts up to where the diaper started to resist the 
shorts. Just as I expected, they didn't fit easily. She was also being 
careful not to accidentally rip open the tapes on the side of my 
diaper, for fear that it may leak again. She had me stand up to pull 
the shorts up as far as they would go.
	"You'll need to change your shorts as soon as we get to Aunt 
Rita's and Uncle Frank's," Lisa said. Lisa then told me to wash my 
hands as I had touched the floor, and return to my seat. She would be 
right behind me after she washed hers.
	As I headed back, I didn't look at a single person, but I could 
see in my peripheral vision that some of them were looking at me, 
knowing that I had just gotten a diaper change from an older girl that 
most of them would presume was my sister.
	It felt good to have a clean, dry diaper on again. I located my 
seat and again, stuck my rear into Cindy's face.
	"At least your diaper's clean this time, Diaper Butt," Cindy said 
to me as she patted the diaper-exposed portion of my rump while I 
scooted by her. I sat down and looked out the window, seeing only 
clouds and twilight in the distance. I pulled out my tape player and 
put on my headphones and relaxed during the remainder of the flight. 
Lisa then returned to her seat. She clicked on the light above her seat 
and pulled my diaper change log out of my bag. She did some rather 
extensive writing this time. The in-flight meal-- a can of soda and a 
bag of peanuts-- was served shortly afterwards. Just as the flight 
seemed like it had started and I had gotten settled into my seat, the 
pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Seattle, as it 
was only about a one-hour flight from Boise.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 20
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	I watched out the window of the plane as we headed towards 
Seattle. It was dark now, and all I could see were patches of lights 
from the city below through the holes in the clouds. As the plane got 
lower, I could see the traffic on the freeway. The streets reflected 
the lights from being wet from the rain. Lisa was also watching out my 
window. We enjoyed the aerial view of Seattle as we touched down on the 
runway. As I nervously anticipated the landing, I wet into my diaper.
	Several minutes later, the plane had stopped at the gate and we 
got up and walked up to the front of the plane to exit. Lisa had walked 
behind me as we filed out of the plane. She noted that the rip in the 
back of my shorts had become even larger, sticking her hand in it just 
to demonstrate it.
	"Don't touch it," I said. "You might rip it some more."
	"It can't be ripped much more, Chris," Lisa said. "Heck, you 
might as well not even be wearing them since half your butt is showing 
now, your diapered butt, that is."
	As I walked up the ramp that led into the terminal I thought 
about how once again I would be amid hundreds, thousands of people-- 
albeit strangers-- many of whom would see that my ripped shorts were 
exposing my "underwear" rather prominently, and those who were close 
enough or observant enough would see that I was actually wearing a 
diaper.
	We entered the terminal building, where dozens of people around 
us were either waiting to board or waiting to pick up those of us who 
were getting off the plane. Mom looked through the crowd and spotted 
Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank as they waved to us. Nancy and Darren were 
with them, of course. Uncle Frank gave me a bear hug and a firm 
handshake. Aunt Rita showed more affection as she held me and kissed 
me.
	"How's the *other* diaper boy?" she asked me. Her comment seemed 
to indicate that Darren was often referred to as "diaper boy." I looked 
around to see if anyone heard Aunt Rita say that. There was so much 
noise and commotion that nobody around us seemed to notice or care.
	I went down the line and gave Nancy a hug. I could tell she 
wanted to feel my diapers to make sure I was wearing them, as she put 
her hands around my waist and patted my behind. As I turned around and 
went towards Darren, Nancy noticed the big rip in the back of my 
shorts.
	"Your shorts are ripped," Nancy said. "And your diaper's really 
showing, too!"
	This time somebody noticed when Nancy said this. It was a middle-
aged man who looked down at my butt, made a double-take, and then moved 
on.
	"Why is Chris wearing shorts?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom.
	"It's a long story," my Mom said. "I'll explain later."
	"They look a tad small," Uncle Frank said. "No wonder they ripped 
on you, boy!"
	"They were already ripped," I said to Uncle Frank.
	"So why did you wear them?"
	"It's all I had to wear before we left," I said. I knew Mom would 
explain it to him eventually, so I didn't get into it and instead moved 
on to greet Darren. He came up to me and gave me the high-five.
	"How'ya doin' cousin!" Darren said cheerfully.
	"Doin' all right," I said. "Just got off my first airplane flight 
ever."
	"How was it?" he asked.
	"I was a little nervous, but I liked it," I said. "It was fun. I 
liked looking at the city when we landed."
	Darren and I hadn't seen each other in almost two years, and 
while we had written letters back and forth, we still had a lot of 
things to catch up on. Before we left the gate, Mom suggested that I 
put my jacket on so that it would cover up the rip in the butt of my 
shorts and my exposed diaper.
	"Yeah, get your jackets on, kids," Uncle Frank said to me and my 
sisters. "You're in Seattle now, and yes, it's raining."
	As we walked down the long concourse, I looked around and noticed 
that hardly anybody had shorts on, so even with my jacket draped over 
my backside, my bare legs were sure to stand out among the others. I 
walked behind Darren and I could hear his diaper crinkling beneath his 
jeans, and from the way he was walking, I had a feeling that he had 
pooped in his diaper. I confirmed this with more certainty when I 
detected an odor.
	"Where's a bathroom?" Lisa asked.
	"Right over here," Uncle Frank directed her to the restrooms. 
"We'll wait for you out here."
	"I gotta go, too," Cindy said as she followed Lisa into the 
women's restroom.
	"You need to be changed, Darren?" Uncle Frank asked his son.
	"I'll be okay until we get home," Darren said.
	"We're not going straight home," Aunt Rita said to Darren. "We're 
going out to eat first, so you'd better be changed if you need it, and 
from the smell of it, you do."
	Aunt Rita reached into her purse and pulled out a diaper. She 
handed it to Nancy, who then escorted Darren into the women's restroom.
	"So Darren still doesn't get to change his own diapers, Aunt 
Rita?" I asked her.
	"Nope, after we found out how much Darren liked wearing diapers 
and tried to get him to stop, we agreed, as a family, that we'd let him 
wear them, but he must leave it to someone else to change him, and 
usually Nancy changes him. She's gotten used to handling his dirty 
diapers and wiping his butt all the time."
	I stood with the adults and waited for the three girls to come 
out of the bathroom, along with Darren. While waiting, I watched a girl 
come out and say, "There was a boy in there!" to her father.
	"Well, some girls do look like boys, you know," the man said.
	"No, this was definitely a boy," she said. "He was wearing a 
diaper, too!"
	A minute or so later Darren came out of the bathroom with his 
diaper freshly changed. He looked embarrassed about having been in the 
women's restroom.
	"That's him," the girl said to her father.
	"Definitely a boy," the father said.
	Lisa, Cindy and Nancy all came out of the bathroom at the same 
time, giggling like they always did whenever they got together.
	"How's your diaper, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
	"Just wet," I said. "I can wait."
	"You sure?" she asked me. "You sure you don't want to go into the 
girls' room to get changed?"
	"Wait until he poops, Cindy," my Mom said. "He may be good until 
we get to your Uncle Frank's and Aunt Rita's place, and then you can 
cloth diaper him for the night."
	I was glad to hear this since I didn't want to be dragged into 
the women's restroom, even though I didn't know anybody where I was. We 
continued to walk down the long concourse, much longer than anything I 
ever saw in Boise's airport. We went down the escalator to the baggage 
claims. While on the escalator I looked behind me to see how well my 
jacket was covering the opening in the back of my shorts. I figured I 
was okay as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything.
	We got to the baggage claim and waited for our luggage to come 
off the conveyor and onto the carousel. Uncle Frank and Darren had 
moved on to get the car. I watched for my duffel bag that I normally 
used for sleepovers at Tony's house, and of course, the big army green 
duffel bag that contained all my diapers. The small bag came early, but 
it took forever for the other bag to materialize. Meanwhile, Lisa and 
Cindy each grabbed their bags, along with Mom and Dad.
	"Does everybody have their bags?" Uncle Frank asked.
	"Nope, we're still waiting on Chris' diaper bag," Lisa said out 
loud, drawing some stares. If any of them were thinking they would have 
had to wonder why a diaper bag would be so big that it would have to be 
checked in. Other passengers grabbed their bags and the crowd thinned 
with only a few of us still waiting. Finally, the big, green bag 
appeared.
	"There it is," Lisa said.
	"That's Chris' diaper bag?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom, surprised by 
how big it was. "It looks like he's got enough in there to hold all his 
worldly possessions."
	"Good thing we only had to bring a four-day supply of diapers for 
Chris," my Mom said. "Otherwise we'd have had to check it on board as 
freight."
	"That's only for four days worth of diapers?" Nancy asked Lisa as 
she watched her lift the heavy bag off the carousel.
	"You've seen Chris in his diapers, Nancy," Lisa said. "You know 
how many diapers he likes to wear at a time."
	"Yeah, that'd explain why you had to use such a big bag to carry 
them all," Nancy said.
	"Here you go, Chris," Lisa said as she handed the big bag to me. 
"They're your diapers, you can lug them around."
	I didn't realize how heavy my diapers were until I had to carry 
my bag of them for a couple hundred feet. Everyone else was walking 
ahead of me, each carrying their own single suitcases along with their 
carry-ons.
	"Wait up!" I said.
	"Lisa, go give your brother a hand with his diaper bag," I heard 
my Mom say to her. Lisa then came back to me and handed me her 
suitcase. It was lavender with orchid patterns embroidered all over it.
	"Trade ya!" Lisa said, handing me her suitcase as well as her 
purse.
	"No thanks," I said. No way in hell was I going to get caught 
carrying Lisa's stuff!
	"Okay, then can you keep up with us?" Lisa asked.
	"I think so," I said as I bent over to pick up the bag.
	"Your diaper's showing," Lisa said to me as she saw my jacket 
ride up high enough to let the seat of my torn shorts show. I just 
ignored her and picked up my bag.
	"How much further do we have to go?" I asked.
	"Right here," Aunt Rita said as she pointed to some doors that 
led out to the parking area. "Your Uncle Frank went to get the car and 
he'll be right down to pick us up at the curb."
	We waited outside the airport building, watching the rain come 
down as we stood beneath the eaves. I watched several cars go by on the 
drive, not even sure of what to watch for since I hadn't seen what 
Uncle Frank's new car looked like. I wet my diaper again and I felt it 
starting to get full in the front as well as heavy. I didn't have any 
diaper doublers so I knew I was not diapered with as much capacity for 
wetness as I was used to when I wore disposables.
	"There he is," Aunt Rita said. He pulled up to the curb and 
popped the trunk open from inside the car.
	Lisa took my diaper bag and heaved it into the trunk. In doing 
so, she exaggerated its weight by grunting and panting as she made the 
bag look as if it weighed a lot more than it did.
	"Hnnnnghhh...hnnnnnnnnnghhh.....hnnnggghh.......yah! Whew!" Lisa 
said as she hoisted the bag into the trunk of the car. Nancy and Cindy 
were laughing.
	"Is your diaper bag really that heavy?" Darren asked me.
	"Pretty close!" Lisa answered for me as she feigned exhaustion. 
She threw in her bags and everyone else put theirs in the trunk as 
well.
	"How are we all going to ride in your car?" I asked Uncle Frank.
	"I drove, too," Aunt Rita said. "We'll split up and go in 
separate vehicles, so you wanna ride with me or your Uncle Frank?"
	"Who are you riding with, Darren?" I asked him.
	"I came with my Dad," he said. With this I decided I would ride 
with Uncle Frank and be with Darren. My parents also rode with him. The 
girls all opted to go with Aunt Rita, so they took off with her and 
followed her to the parking garage. It was nice to not listen to their 
constant giggling and laughter for at least a few minutes. I had to 
feel sorry for Aunt Rita because of this, though.
	We headed out of the airport and then got onto Interstate 5 and 
headed towards downtown Seattle. I could see the lights of the distant 
skyscrapers through the rainy haze. Like the city and the airport, the 
freeway was bigger and busier than what I had seen in Boise. Along the 
way I had pooped my diapers again. It felt like a good load, as it 
usually was. I felt less secure in the disposable diapers and didn't 
feel that I could poop them as much as the cloth diapers. Mom was 
sitting next to me and she mentioned my having a bowel movement after 
she heard it and smelled it discharge from my butt.
	"Chris, was that you that just pooped?" Mom asked. I wasn't used 
to Mom asking who had just pooped since she always knew it was me, 
being the one in the family who pooped in anything besides a toilet. I 
was silent for a moment as I thought about the unusualness of Mom's 
query.
	"Was it you, Chris, or was it you, Darren?" Mom asked again. "I 
can't tell now, having two diaper wearers in the car."
	"It was me," I said. "I went quite a bit, and I'm really wet, 
too."
	"Then one of your sisters will have to change you at the 
restaurant," Mom said.
	"Where are we going, anyway?" I asked.
	"You'll like this place, Chris," Uncle Frank told me. "The 
restaurant overlooks Elliot Bay and you can see the Seattle skyline 
reflecting on the water, it's beautiful! I just hope we can get a seat 
by the window."
	We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and waited 
inside the lobby for a table, as well as for Aunt Rita and the girls to 
catch up. The restaurant was like a Sizzler, but a little nicer. Before 
we were seated, Uncle Frank gathered up all our jackets and hung them 
in a place provided for them in the lobby. This left my diapered behind 
open to more exposure. In addition to the torn shorts that were 
exposing my diaper, the T-shirt I was wearing made me feel underdressed 
and I stood out from the others. A few minutes later we had a table by 
the window as Uncle Frank wanted.
	"Who's turn is it to change Chris'?" my Mom asked, noting that I 
was beginning to stink even more. As always, I cringed with a wave of 
self-consciousness pouring over me as I looked around at the other 
diners, but they didn't seem to be paying any attention.
	"I changed him on the plane," Lisa said. "It's your turn, Cindy."
	"Okay, got a diaper on you?" she asked me.
	"Of course I do," I said. "I've always got a diaper on me."
	"No, silly, I meant, do you have a diaper handy?"
	"They're out in the car in my bag in the trunk," I said. Uncle 
Frank reached into his pocket for his keys and handed his trunk key to 
Cindy. She and I then went out to the car and opened the trunk. We 
stood in the pouring rain as I rummaged through all the other bags to 
find my bag with disposable diapers in it. I found it buried beneath 
everyone else's and pulled it out. Cindy took the bag from me, unzipped 
it and pulled out a fresh, folded diaper and some wipes. She then shut 
the trunk and led me back into the restaurant, taking my hand. I felt 
embarrassed as I watched her carrying the diaper and the wipes as we 
walked through the crowd of other people waiting in the lobby. Anyone 
who was paying attention could see that the diaper was big enough to 
fit me as Cindy made certain to let everyone see that she was carrying 
it and planning to put it on me, as if the tear in my shorts didn't 
make it obvious enough. Cindy felt my hand tense up.
	"Relax, Chris," Cindy said. "It's not like you know any of these 
people here. So what if they see that you wear diapers!"
	Several people within earshot looked at us as we looked for the 
restrooms, catching a glimpse of my diapered butt. Cindy asked a 
passing waitress where the restrooms were located. The waitress looked 
at me quizzically, noting that Cindy was carrying a diaper and some 
wipes.
	After the waitress pointed us to the restrooms, Cindy took me 
into the ladies' room. There were two stalls, and one of them was 
occupied. I could tell from the shoes and the size of the feet of its 
occupant that it was a girl about my age, maybe younger. I hoped that 
she was about done and would leave, but she was there for at least two 
minutes after Cindy began my diaper change. No doubt she saw Cindy's 
hands pull my shorts down and expose my soaked and soiled diaper. I had 
a feeling the girl was watching Cindy change my diaper since she had 
flushed the toilet and pulled her pants back up already but didn't 
leave right away.
	"You're a messy boy, Chris!" Cindy said. While my shoes, striped 
socks and shorts were good visual indications that I was a boy, Cindy's 
use of the word "boy" made this very clear to the girl in the other 
stall, though when Cindy had my diaper off and exposed my genitals, the 
curious girl had no doubts that there was a boy in the girls' room, and 
that this boy wore diapers and pooped in them.
	"This is so embarrassing," I complained. The girl heard my boy 
voice, no doubt, but she already knew this by this point anyway. Either 
the girl's curiosity was satisfied, or she was repulsed by the site and 
the smell of my shit-filled diaper. She finally left the stall and 
washed her hands before leaving the restroom.
	After Cindy cleaned me up and changed my diaper, we washed our 
hands and returned to the table. We walked by one table where I thought 
I had seen the girl who was in the bathroom. She looked at me funny, 
especially since I had taken my jacket off and Cindy was carrying it 
for me, leaving my diapered butt nearly completely exposed again.
	I was glad to get back to the table. A glass of Sprite had 
already been ordered for me and I began sipping on it, along with 
munching on some appetizers. I looked out the window across the table 
and enjoyed the view of the city, including the familiar Space Needle.
	As luck would have it, the same waitress that Cindy had asked 
about the restrooms was our server, and she likely remembered seeing 
Cindy and me, especially since Cindy had set the diaper wipes on the 
floor beneath her.
	After we placed our orders, Darren and I talked about several 
things, reserving our discussion of all diaper- related matters for 
after we got to his house. The meal came a short time later, and after 
eating a thick steak with salad I was ready for some ice cream, but I 
would have to get up and expose my diapered backside while I went to 
the ice cream dispenser. I eventually decided that it didn't matter who 
saw me, though it was still embarrassing for people to see that I was 
in tight, short shorts, they were ripped in the seat, and that beneath 
them was a thick disposable diaper. There was little point in wearing 
the shorts at all.
	After I dispensed a big dish full of ice cream and glopped on a 
big ladle-ful of chocolate syrup, I turned around and found that same 
girl standing behind me! She was smiling and she looked a little 
embarrassed, as if she wanted to comment on me wearing diapers. 
Finally, she said, "nice diapers you got on." I headed back to the 
table, trying to ignore her presence. I thought that things like this 
only happened in movies, where two people who are complete strangers 
keep running into each other by coincidence, but I was starting to 
wonder if I'd bump into her again once we left the restaurant.
	My stomach was completely full as we left the restaurant. I knew 
that I would be soiling the diaper I had on before too long once all 
the food I ate processed. We drove several more miles, going across 
Lake Washington and Mercer Island, over to Bellevue, where Uncle Frank 
and Aunt Rita lived. Their house was surrounded by several trees and 
was quite a big place. Uncle Frank's job at Boeing obviously paid him 
well.
	While I had seen pictures of Uncle Frank's place, I was still 
unsure of what to expect upon going in. The front room alone was quite 
big, and all the other rooms were just as impressive. I was almost 
expecting a butler to appear and offer to take my bags to Darren's 
room, but Uncle Frank wasn't quite that well-to-do, so I had to perform 
the laborious chore of hauling all my diapers into Darren's room 
myself, especially since it was upstairs. At least Darren took my other 
two bags for me.
	Darren led me up the curved staircase and through the spacious 
hallway and into his bedroom. As I looked at how large his bedroom was, 
I became envious of him when comparing it to what I had back home. One 
consolation, though, was that my room was now a nursery, which I had 
gotten to enjoy having very much.
	Even though it was larger than most, Darren's bedroom was like 
any other boy's room, even with the usual floor clutter of toys and 
clothes, mostly dirty shirts and socks. In fact, I didn't see any 
pants. I asked Darren how many pairs he owned.
	"Just the ones I'm wearing now," he said. "I don't have a lot of 
use for them since I'm usually in just my diapers."
	"Same here," I said. "That's why I had to borrow these shorts 
from my friend Tony."
	"I hope he didn't want them too much," Darren said. "I didn't 
want to tell you how much your diapers were showing when we were in the 
restaurant."
	"I already know how much they were showing," I said. "I didn't 
find out they were ripped until we were on our way to the airport, and 
by then it was too late. I had to walk through the airport and ride the 
plane like this," I said as I pointed to my butt. "This one girl behind 
me at the ice cream machine pointed it out to me, too. She was the same 
one that was in the bathroom when Cindy changed me."
	Darren showed me around his room and showed me all his toys and 
other belongings, which included a computer that he said was his own, 
and one damn good stereo, which he was happy to demonstrate. He had 
Queensryche's "Empire" CD playing.
	"These guys are from right here in Seattle," Darren explained.
	"I know, they're pretty cool," I said. "You guys have a lot of 
cool rock bands here."
	After Darren turned his stereo down we heard the girls giggling 
in the next room. We figured Nancy was showing Lisa and Cindy her 
bedroom which was likely just as lavish.
	All the dinner that I ate caused me to load my diapers again. 
Darren told me that he could see the seat of my diapers expanding as I 
pooped into them. It was a good load like the last two that I had 
today. Darren must have enjoyed seeing this since it prompted him to 
remove his pants and strip to his diaper. He had wet in it, but he 
hadn't pooped since he was changed back at the airport. I could tell 
that he was hard as the front of his diaper was accented by the tent 
shape.
	I decided to pull off my shorts, too and just go around in my 
diaper. The shorts were useless at this point, anyway. Darren walked me 
over to his computer and turned it on to show me that he had just typed 
up the story that he had written by hand three years ago about how his 
visit to my place got him into wearing diapers.
	"Can you print me a copy?" I asked him.
	"Sure," Darren said. "Actually, maybe tomorrow I can print some 
of the other stories I have written about wearing diapers."
	"How many stories have you written?" I asked Darren.
	"Oh, maybe ten or twelve, but I haven't finished a lot of them."
	"Same here," I said. "I probably have twenty or so, but I need to 
finish up the ones I've already got going before I start any new ones. 
I love writing stories about boys in diapers."
	"Yeah, they're fun to write," Darren agreed, "but I don't know 
who will ever get to read them besides me and my friends who wear 
diapers."
	"Same here," I said. "I wonder if anyone else writes stories like 
this?" I asked.
	"I'm sure they do," Darren said. "I wish there was a way that 
we'd get to see them. I've searched the BBS systems around here, but I 
haven't seen anything yet. I know that you and I aren't the only ones 
besides babies who wear diapers, so some of them also probably write 
stories."
	I looked at one of the doors in Darren's bedroom. It looked like 
it led into another room, so I asked Darren what it was.
	"It used to be my bathroom," Darren said. "Every bedroom in this 
house has it's own bathroom," Darren said. "But after it was decided 
that I would be in diapers for good, there was no need for me to have a 
toilet, so they took it out and tiled over the floor where it used to 
sit. I even took pictures of the plumbers as they ceremoniously hauled 
the toilet out of here."
	"So what's in there now?" I asked.
	"My dirty diapers," Darren said. "It keeps the smell down, and 
the sink is still in there so I can brush my teeth and for Nancy to 
wash her hands after she changes me."
	Just as I was about to show Darren some pictures and some video 
of my newly decorated bedroom, all three girls came into the room.
	"I smelled some dirty diapers," Nancy said. She looked at Darren 
and saw that he was only wet. She then came up to me and patted me on 
the bottom, pushing some of my poop back into my butt.
	"And it looks like they're yours, Chris," Nancy pointed out.
	"At least you boys got your pants off for us," Lisa said. She 
then picked up the shorts and slid them down her arm, sticking her hand 
through the big tear in the seat, just to make a point of the fact that 
I had been wearing them that way since before we headed to the airport.
	"You mind if I keep these somewhere in your room?" Lisa said. "I 
never let Chris have access to his pants, but as you'll soon see, it's 
pretty much pointless to do that anyway."
	"Sure," Nancy said, leading Lisa back into her bedroom before 
returning to Darren's room.
	"Ready for your diaper change, Darren?" Nancy asked her brother.
	"Might as well," Darren said as he walked over to his bed where 
his diaper changes were performed.
	"Got room for one more?" Lisa asked.
	"Sure do," Nancy said. Darren had a queen-sized bed, plenty big 
for both him and me to sleep in and also to get our diapers changed on. 
Nancy even had a second changing pad.
	"Darren's friends usually use this one," she explained. "I change 
Darren and his friends' diapers at the same time this way. Nancy told 
me to get on the other changing pad and said she'd change both Darren 
and me.
	"I'll take care of Chris' diapers," Lisa offered.
	"You sure?" Nancy said. "I can handle two boys at a time."
	"Well, Chris likes to be diapered a certain way," Lisa said.
	"Really? How so?" Nancy asked.
	Lisa reached into my diaper bag and pulled out a tall stack of 
diapers along with a very big pair of plastic pants and the container 
of safety pins.
	"That's how," Lisa said, showing Nancy the big bunch of diapers 
she was holding.
	"I forgot how many diapers Chris likes to wear," Nancy said.
	"I don't know how you could possibly forget something like that, 
Nancy!" Lisa said. "You remember what Chris looked like last time you 
guys visited, and surely you guys have pictures of Chris. You saw how 
many diapers he brought with him."
	"Yeah, might as well just strap a toilet to Chris' butt at that 
point," Nancy said.
	"Uh, Nancy, just as a reminder, the words 'Chris' and 'toilet' do 
not go together," Lisa said. All three girls enjoyed a laugh over this 
remark.
	After Nancy removed Darren's wet diaper she walked over to 
Darren's former bathroom and opened the door. She tossed the diaper 
into the garbage that contained his other used disposable diapers.
	"Does Darren ever use the toilet in his bathroom?" Cindy asked.
	"Toilet? Toilet? What toilet?" Nancy said, acting like she was 
searching for one.
	"We had the toilet taken out of here after we decided that Darren 
would stay in diapers," Nancy said.
	"That makes sense," Lisa said as she started cleaning me up.
	Darren was diapered in a comparatively modest set of four 
diapers, though they were still quite thick and they bulged out a ways 
from his crotch and padded up his butt quite abundantly, and of course, 
they came up high on his waist. Nancy slipped his plastic pants on and 
turned him loose. Meanwhile, Lisa continued diapering me and adding 
several more layers, pinning them on tightly and excessively. Darren 
watched as all three girls had crowded around me, with Cindy folding 
the diapers and Nancy and Lisa each pinning them up.
	I was finally diapered up for the night with my plastic pants on. 
Nancy took Lisa and Cindy over to where Darren's bathroom used to be 
and took my disposable diaper with her. She showed Lisa and Cindy the 
tiles that were considered to be symbolic in signifying sealing 
Darren's fate as far as his wearing diapers were concerned.
	Darren was always surprised by how thickly I wore diapers. He 
said he had tried to wear them like I did, but he could not get used to 
them and decided that four was the most he was comfortable with 
wearing.
	"Nancy didn't like spending half her day diapering me, either," 
Darren said.
	Lisa then got out my diaper change log and began filling it in.
	"What's that?" Nancy asked Lisa.
	"It's a tracking sheet that me and Cindy have to fill out for 
Chris' diaper changes. It's for those new diapers that Chris is going 
to be testing."
	"Oh, you mean the Thickies?" Nancy inquired.
	"Yeah, those," Lisa said.
	"We're also supposed to check his diapers every hour for leaks, 
but we don't keep up on it, and besides, Chris is always diapered so 
thickly that they never, ever leak!" Cindy added.
	"You never know his diapers are wet or dirty just by looking at 
them," Lisa said.
	"I believe it," Nancy commented as she noted how many diapers I 
had on.
	Nancy was interested in seeing what all was in the tracking log, 
so she looked it over, laughing at Lisa's and Cindy's diagrams of how 
my diapers looked on the inside when wet and messy. She also read the 
product literature that was in the booklet, complete with the boys who 
were modeling the diapers.
	"Chris ought to look cute in those diapers!" Nancy said. "His are 
just about as thick, that's for sure."
	"I think Chris has a good chance of being selected," Lisa said. 
"I just have a good hunch."
	"You mean, for the TV commercials?" Nancy said. Apparently, Nancy 
had been told about all of this from a recent letter that Lisa had 
mailed. She had likely been told about it from my aunt and uncle, as 
well.
	"Well, he has to be selected to test the Thickies diapers first," 
Lisa said. "Then it's narrowed down some more and he'll have to be 
selected for consideration to appear in the TV and magazine ads."
	The girls left Darren's room and left us alone for the rest of 
the evening. I showed Darren the pictures of my nursery/bedroom as well 
as the video, which we viewed on Darren's own TV and VCR that he had in 
his bedroom. Darren enjoyed watching all the shots that Lisa and Cindy 
had gotten of me and Tony in our diapers. I even observed that he was 
scooting his crotch back and forth, as if to be massaging his hard-on 
without using his hands. He was too thickly diapered to tell if he was 
hard, and while he probably assumed that I was just as hard, there was 
no way he could tell what was underneath my diapers besides several 
more diapers.
	Darren then showed me some of his photographs, including the one 
where his toilet got hauled away. Someone had taken pictures of the 
guys who were laying new tiles over where the toilet went. The best 
photo in this series was one that Nancy took of Darren standing by his 
former bathroom door in just his cloth diapers while the two men were 
coming out of the room with the toilet.
	"I even have an eight by ten of this one downstairs," Darren told 
me. I just smiled as he said this. "To me it represents my lifetime 
commitment to wearing diapers."
	Next, Darren showed me some of his many home diaper videos of him 
and his diaper boy friends. Nancy was the one behind the video camera 
lens, making sure to get several good shots that I was quite aroused by 
looking at. I especially enjoyed watching the water fight scenes that 
had been shot in their back yard the previous summer. I enjoyed seeing 
the contrast between the boys in their thick diapers and several girls 
in skimpy swimsuits that I presumed were their sisters.
	Nancy then came into the room.
	"What are they doing?" I heard Cindy yelling from the bedroom 
next door.
	"Watching porno videos," Nancy said. "Well, it's porno to them, 
anyway."
	"Oh, you mean diaper videos?" Cindy said.
	"Come on, guys, I'm showing Lisa and Cindy around, so why don't 
you come along, too, Chris?"
	Darren stopped the video and then he and I got up from his bed 
and followed the girls downstairs. My parents and my aunt and uncle 
were seated around the living room. Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank watched 
me waddle past them in diapers that were over twice as thick as 
Darren's.
	"How can that boy stand to wear so many diapers at once?" Uncle 
Frank asked my parents.
	"He's been waddling around in his own feces and smelling them for 
the last three years, so he can handle anything," my father said.
	"With diapers like that, I doubt he'd need to be changed for than 
once every three years!" Uncle Frank said. "I thought Darren was taking 
things too far when he decided he'd wear four diapers at a time."
	"I guess you'd have to be them to understand," my Mom said. 
"They're just boys, and it's their own way of having fun, they're not 
hurting anybody, so why fight it?"
	"You know Chris," Aunt Rita said to me, "I know I always tell you 
this every time I see you, but you sure do wear an awful lot of 
diapers!" I just smiled at her to acknowledge this comment once again.
	Nancy led us out to their recreation room, which included a full-
size pool table, a home theater system with both a Super Nintendo and a 
Sega Genesis game system connected to it, an electronic dart board and 
a collection of several board games. I knew it was wrong to covet 
Darren for what he had and I didn't, but I couldn't help it. My dad 
still made good money as a stockbroker, so I couldn't really complain. 
When I asked myself if I would trade my diapers for all of what he had, 
my conscience came back with a resounding "No!" This helped to relieve 
me of my envious feelings.
	Darren and I were sent to bed shortly afterwards. As the time was 
one hour behind from what I was used to, I felt really tired from this 
and from traveling and being on the go all day long. Darren's bed was 
soft and also roomy. I felt very comfortable as I settled down into it 
next to him.
	I got hard from thinking about the video I saw of Darren and his 
friends in their diapers while Darren told me about his friends. He 
knew three other boys at his school who wore diapers. As he was in 
junior high, he was among more students. Two of them were even in his 
P.E. class, which was how he had met them. The third one was a "wanna- 
be", as Darren referred to him, since he didn't get to wear diapers 
like he and his friends did.
	"He has to put on about ten or twelve pairs of underwear like you 
used to do, Chris," Darren said. "He can't wet in them, either, but he 
likes pooping in them more, anyway."
	I enjoyed listening to Darren talk about this guy since the 
things that he did to satisfy his interests seemed so familiar. I 
thought back to the days when I had to resort to such tactics in order 
to get the look and the feeling that I was in diapers. While I was very 
fond of being in real diapers now, the idea of using several pairs of 
underpants still appealed to me for its nostalgic appeal. This was 
making me very hard and I wanted to jack off.
	From the silence that suddenly hung over Darren and me, it seemed 
that one of us was waiting for the other to ask about jacking off in 
diapers. I knew from looking at Darren's hard-on during his diaper 
change that he was well within puberty and his hormones were likely 
raging and his sexual urges were begging to be satisfied.
	Suddenly, Darren spoke up. From his shy, broken approach, I had a 
feeling that he wanted to ask me about masturbating in diapers.
	"Hey, uh, Chris, do you ever get, you know, those 'boy' feelings, 
when you wear diapers?" Darren asked me.
	"All the time," I said. After a couple seconds, I said. "I have 
them right now."
	"You mean, the feelings?" he asked.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"What do you do when you have these feelings?" he asked.
	"What do you do?" I asked Darren.
	"Well, I sort of, you know, well, I start touching the front of 
my diapers," Darren said.
	"I do that, too," I said.
	"How do you do it?" he asked.
	"Well, I don't have much of a choice with as many diapers as I 
wear," I said. "I just rub my hands back and forth over my front."
	"How long do you do it?"
	"Until I, you know, when I get that tingly feeling and then it 
comes out."
	"What do you think about when you do it?" he asked.
	"I think about other boys in diapers and what they look like 
wearing them. I think about them peeing and pooping in them, because 
they don't have a choice, and because they like it."
	I was starting to rub myself as I talked about the thoughts that 
ran through my mind when I jacked off.
	"Do you ever think about girls when you do it?" Darren asked me.
	"You mean, just girls-girls, like in sex? Not often," I said. 
"How about you?"
	"Same here," Darren said. "Most kids at school talk about 
thinking about girls and playing with themselves, without wearing 
anything. I've only done it in diapers."
	"Me, too," I said. "Don't have much of a choice when one of your 
two sisters puts a dozen diapers on you every night."
	"All I can ever think about is diapers," Darren said. "Do you 
think about girls at all?" He asked me.
	"Well, if you mean diapers, I think about them changing me. I try 
to think of girls other than my sisters."
	"Do you ever think about that one girl Megan that you've told me 
about?" Darren probed some more.
	"Actually, yes, I do," I said with some embarrassment.
	"What do you like to think about with her?" Darren asked.
	"I like to think of her being my babysitter and instead of my 
sisters, she's the one putting all the thick diapers on me and making 
me wear them until I pee and poop in them and start to really stink. I 
think of her telling me how cute my diapered butt looks and how glad 
she is that she put so many diapers on me so that she doesn't have to 
look at my poop."
	I then asked Darren if he ever thought about things like this.
	"Oh yeah, there's this one girl at school I like, and she likes 
me, and she says she wants to come over some time to change my diapers, 
but with Nancy always being home, I can never plan anything like this."
	Soon, the talking faded and the jacking-off activity took over. 
This sort of talk was enough to get Darren to start jacking off. I felt 
him shaking the bed as he ran his hands over his diapers.
	"You wanna jack off together?" Darren asked me as he paused for a 
moment. I agreed to do this with him, being that we were both very much 
aroused by thoughts of wearing diapers by this point. We both started 
jacking off, each of us thinking about how fun diapers are to wear and 
use. Within a few minutes, we had both shot our loads and then we lied 
still, both of us panting and relaxing from the vigorous masturbation. 
Minutes later, I fell asleep.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 21-30