FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 111
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	Mom was already home by the time I got back from Derek's house. 
She had stopped at the supermarket after work.
	"How was your first day of seventh grade?" Mom asked me as I 
helped her put away the groceries.
	"It was okay," I said.
	"Just okay?" Mom said, detecting that I was uncomfortable about 
something.
	"Do you like all your classes and your teachers?" came Mom's next 
question.
	"Most of them are all right," I said. "All except for Mr. Brown, 
my P.E. teacher. He's a real jerk."
	"Why, what did he do to you?" Mom asked me.
	"He was just pushing around all of us smaller kids and the ones 
who wear diapers. Oh, and he likes to be called 'coach.'" I mocked Mr. 
Brown with a sarcastic gesture with my mouth as I mentioned this.
	"Well, dear, that's his title, just like you'd call Dr. Johnston 
'Doctor' and not just Mr. Johnston."
	"I know, but he's really anal about it," I said. Mom gave me a 
slightly disapproving look for my mildly vulgar reference. "I don't 
think I'm going to like that class."
	"Well, just do what he asks you to do and try your best," Mom 
advised me with a comforting, encouraging tone.
	"Did any of the kids tease you about your diapers?" Mom asked me, 
thinking that maybe I needed to see the counselor for this.
	"Oh yeah, and I expected it, but I just dished it back to them, 
let them know that they can say whatever they want about me wearing 
diapers," I said contentedly. "What have I got to lose at this point?"
	"Not much, I guess," Mom said. "At least you have some friends 
who wear diapers with you. But still, I know there are some things on 
your mind that you probably want to talk to him about."
	I think she knew that I had ambiguous sexual feelings towards 
boys as well as girls and she wanted me to be settled with this issue 
early on.
	"Did you meet any other boys who wear diapers?" Mom asked me.
	"Yeah, there's about eight of us in P.E., including Tony, who all 
wear diapers. I think there's this one other kid who wears diapers, 
too, but I'm not sure. I saw him coming out of the bathroom, so maybe 
he changes in there or something. All I know was that his pants really 
bulged out in the butt like a diaper."
	Mom just went about her work as I told her about the other boys 
that I met in P.E. class.
	"I assume you're going to want to get all these boys into your 
little diaper club," Mom said.
	"Of course," I said. "And if I do, it won't be such a little 
diaper club anymore," I said.
	"Well, I don't know what we'll do about having your meetings when 
it gets to that point," Mom said. "I know you can't all be outside when 
it gets cold if you all show up according to 'dress code.' But I don't 
know what I'll do about having a houseful of boys all wearing diapers."
	"We'll meet out in the garage when it gets colder," I said. "All 
you'll have to do is back the car out into the driveway."
	"I guess it'll be better than having you all stink up the house," 
Mom said. "Just having you, Tony and Bryce here at the same time makes 
it bad enough."
	"At least none of us will be using the bathroom," I said with a 
smile.
	"That's a relief," Mom said. She then changed the subject.
	"You have any homework?"
	"I did most of it already," I said.
	"Most of it," Mom said. "So what do you still have left to do?"
	"Just a paper I have to write for English," I said. "It's not due 
until Friday. I have to write about my summer vacation."
	"I'm sure your teacher will enjoy reading about all your diaper 
adventures over the summer," Mom said. "I honestly don't know what else 
you'd be able to write about."
	I smiled as I agreed with Mom's statement.
	"Just keep it clean, as clean you can," Mom told me.
	"I know," I replied.
	At this moment Cindy came into the kitchen.
	"Luke called while you were gone," she said.
	"What did he say?" I asked her.
	"I don't know," Cindy answered.
	"You didn't take a message?"
	"No, I'm not your secretary, Chris," Cindy said. "Just be glad I 
told you that he even called."
	"All you had to do was take a short message," I said.
	"He said he'd call back, all right?" Cindy replied.
	"Okay, but I'd still like to know what he called about. Forget 
it, I'll just call him back anyway."
	Cindy didn't say any more at this point. Instead she started 
helping Mom with preparing dinner. We were going to have spaghetti 
tonight, my favorite. I got up and looked for the cordless phone. While 
looking for it I remembered to ask Cindy about Todd Bivens, the kid who 
apparently instigated Mr. Brown's hatred for diaper boys.
	"Hey Cindy, do you know a Todd Bivens?" I asked her while I 
grabbed a piece of uncooked spaghetti from the bag of noodles and 
nibbled on it.
	"Uh yeah, why?" she asked me.
	"Someone at school told me that he's the reason that Mr. Brown is 
just a jerk to all the boys who wear diapers."
	"Oh really?" Cindy said, not that she was really interested, but 
she asked me about it anyway as I must have piqued her curiosity. I 
told her what his sister Angela told me in art class.
	"That doesn't surprise me," Cindy said. I asked her if she knew 
him very well.
	"Why, you want to get to know him? He's a football player, and I 
know you don't get along with them sports-type kids."
	"I was just wondering what you had heard about him," I said. "Do 
kids tease him about wearing diapers?"
	"I really don't know, Chris, I really don't know him all that 
well. Now scram unless you want to help make dinner."
	"Nah, I'm going to call Luke," I said. "You seen the cordless 
phone?"
	"Yeah, I stuck it up your butt while you weren't looking," Cindy 
replied facetiously while she repeatedly pushed her fist into the 
middle of my diapered behind.
	"Cindy, please," Mom scolded her mildly.
	"I don't know how you would have penetrated all these diapers to 
do that," I said to Cindy as I turned my butt to her and bent over.
	"I just knew that's what you'd say back to me, Chris," Cindy 
said. "That's why I said it, to test your reaction."
	"So where is the phone?" I asked. "I've looked all over."
	It's in my room," Cindy replied.
	"Thanks," I said as I started down the hallway. Cindy then came 
running up behind me and grabbed onto the waist of my thick diapers to 
hold me back.
	"Hold on there, diaper butt! I'll get it!" she said. "I don't 
want you in my room!"
	"What, you got something in there you don't want me to see?" I 
said.
	"Maybe," she said. "That's none of your business. Not only that, 
my room doesn't smell of poopy diapers and I want it to stay that way, 
too."
	Cindy then gave me the cordless phone by going behind me and 
pulling back my plastic pants and then dropping the phone down in 
between my plastic pants and my diapers. She pushed it down a ways, as 
far as it would go.
	"Hey!" I exclaimed.
	"There you go," Cindy said while giggling. She watched with 
amusement as I reached behind me to feel for the phone. She retracted 
the antenna so that I couldn't reach for it to get it out of my 
diapers. I pulled my plastic pants down so that the phone would fall to 
the floor. I then pulled my plastic pants up and bent down again to 
pick the phone up while Cindy stood there laughing, enjoying the 
results of her antics.
	"Just remember where this phone has been next time you use it," I 
said as Cindy returned to the kitchen. I then went into my bedroom and 
called Luke.
	"Hi Chris," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you were still 
going with us tonight."
	"Yeah, sure," I said. "I got all my homework done, but I haven't 
had dinner yet. We'll be eating as soon as my Dad gets home at around 
6:00."
	"Don't worry about that," he said. "We won't have dinner until 
7:00, and then after that we'll leave."
	"That's good," I thought to myself. I didn't want to miss out on 
having spaghetti tonight.
	"Is Tony coming with us?" I asked.
	"Oh yeah, I already talked to him."
	"Cool, see you then," I said.
	Lisa came home from Betty's house later on, and Dad came home at 
about his usual time, grumbling about the traffic as was expected. In 
spite of suggestions that he try carpooling, Dad liked his 
independence. At least he was in a good enough mood to ask us all about 
our first days at school.
	"Fine," Lisa said as she was about to bite into a piece of garlic 
bread. She summarized her classes and her teachers and concluded by 
saying "I like not having to ride the bus anymore."
	"Same here," Cindy said. "Chris still has to ride the bus, ha 
ha."
	I ignored her comment on this. She continued to tell the family 
about her first day and what her classes were like. She seemed to talk 
about all the "cute boys" more than her classes. This was expected from 
a 14-year-old girl.
	"How was your first day, Chris?" Dad asked me while I was busy 
holding my fork high enough above my face to guide the long strands of 
spaghetti into my mouth.
	"Chris, mind your manners, please," Mom corrected me. "Wrap your 
spaghetti around your fork, like this," she said as she demonstrated.
	"Sorry, I said sheepishly as I followed Mom's request.
	"It was okay, mostly," I answered Dad's question. "I hate my P.E. 
teacher, though." This gave me another chance to speak out on my 
feelings about Mr. Brown.
	"He's stuck with the class with all the diaper boys in it and he 
doesn't like diaper boys," I said after venting my other complaints 
about him. "He only likes the jocks," I said.
	"Just hang in there, boy," Dad said, trying to be helpful and 
supportive.
	"Easier said than done," I said as I continued eating my 
spaghetti, salad and garlic bread.
	"Did you ever know any kids in P.E. who wore diapers?" I asked 
Dad.
	"Oh, there was one kid, his name was Bobby," my dad said as he 
stared up at the ceiling. "Everyone made fun of him, he always smelled, 
none of the girls would talk to him, and his pants always stuck way 
out, since of course cloth diapers were all there was back then. I made 
fun of him, too. I'll admit. I must say that I regretted it later on, 
especially since now I have a son who wears diapers just like he did. 
In fact, I saw him at my twentieth class reunion a couple years back. 
It was just a couple months after you started wearing diapers again. I 
went up to him and told him I was sorry about all the things I said. I 
told him that my own son was in diapers now and he laughed."
	This was one of those rare times when I had an engaging 
conversation with my Dad, especially being that we were at the dinner 
table, when Dad usually kept pretty quiet as he mulled over the day's 
trials and tribulations at work.
	"What did he say then?" I asked Dad.
	"Well, he pointed out his own son who was playing with some other 
boys, and he said, 'my son wears diapers, too.'"
	"Really?" I said. "How old was he then?"
	"About ten, maybe eleven at the time," my Dad replied. "He told 
me that he adopted his son and was a single father, saying that nobody 
wanted to marry a grown man who wore diapers."
	"You might think about how your diaper-wearing is going to affect 
you later on in life, Chris," Lisa said. "You may wind up just like 
Bobby."
	"So what if I do?" I said. "I don't want to get married, anyway."
	"At twelve, no kid wants to get married," my Mom said. "You'll 
change your mind."
	"Yeah, and Chris is going to Marry Megan!" Lisa said as she made 
a kissy-face at me.
	"I think Chris is going to get married to Jennie next door 
instead," Cindy added while giggling. Lisa joined in the giggling.
	"I am not!" I said. At least right now it didn't seem realistic 
to set my sights on marrying anyone I knew right now. I didn't even 
know if I was "straight" enough to be married.
	"What else did you find out about his son?" I asked Dad. Dad 
hesitated for a moment, which I thought was odd.
	"Not much, he just said that he had problems soiling his pants 
and his mother kept him in diapers for it. It's not a good story, 
Chris, and you'd be shocked about some of the awful things his parents 
did. Anyway, Bobby said he tried to toilet train his son but decided to 
stay in diapers anyway, which surprised me after all he went through 
before."
	"Well, like we've always said, once a diaper boy, always a diaper 
boy," Lisa said as she reached for her third piece of garlic bread.
	"I wish you could look Bobby up," I said to Dad.
	"I know you do, but you already know plenty of diapered boys as 
it is," Dad replied.
	"Yeah, in fact I met several of them in my P.E. class," I said. 
"Can you still look him up anyway?"
	"He lives in Arizona now," my Dad said. "Doubt you'll ever meet 
him."
	"What's his last name?" I asked Dad.
	"I don't remember," Dad said.
	"Where in Arizona does he live?"
	"Phoenix, last he told me," my Dad said. "You plan on going to 
meet him or something?" my Dad asked me facetiously.
	"I thought maybe I could look him up on the D.B.A. roster," I 
said. "I'll write to the Phoenix D.B.A. chapter and ask them if anyone 
in their group has a story like the one you told me."
	Cindy just rolled her eyes and said, "oh brother. As in my 
brother Chris. You're obsessed with diapers."
	"Nothing wrong with that," I said. With this I finished up the 
last of my second plate of spaghetti and then excused myself from the 
dinner table.
	I went into my room and got out the roster listings for the 
D.B.A. chapters in several cities. I scanned through the fine print 
listing and located Phoenix. There were fifteen names listed there! I 
took the list to Dad, who by then was sitting in his recliner reading 
his magazine.
	"Dad?" I said as I brought the list to him. "Do any of these 
names look familiar to you?"
	Dad then took the list and scanned it over. I was hoping that one 
of the names would jog his memory.
	"Hmmm, maybe McFerrin," my Dad said. "But I wouldn't put any 
money on it," my Dad said. "You're really determined to find out who 
this boy is, aren't you?"
	"I think it would be neat to find him and tell him that our dads 
went to school together," I said.
	"Thanks, Dad," I said as I returned to my bedroom. I looked at 
the list again. There was a Richard McFerrin on the list. His age was 
listed as 14, so it seemed reasonable enough to assume that this might 
be him. I couldn't get over thinking about the possibility that I may 
have tracked this boy down! Immediately I went out into the living room 
again and went to the computer to write a letter that I planned to send 
to the D.B.A.. chapter in Phoenix. I addressed my letter to Jeff 
Thielsen, the Director for the Phoenix D.B.A. chapter:

Dear Jeff,

Hello, my name is Chris Barrett and I am the Director for the Boise 
chapter of D.B.A. Tonight my Dad was telling me about a kid he knew in 
school who wore diapers and then how he met him at his class reunion. 
At the reunion he said that he had a son who wears diapers. My Dad told 
me that he lives in Phoenix now and my dad thinks that his last name 
might have been McFerrin. I saw the name Richard McFerrin on your 
roster list and I was wondering if this is the boy that my Dad's 
classmate was talking about. Do you know or can you ask Richard if his 
dad's name is Bobby? (he may go by Bob or Robert). I know this is a 
real long shot, but I think it would be really cool to find out that 
both of our dads went to school together. If you could write me back 
this would be great.

In diapers always,

Chris Barrett
Director, Diaper Boys of America, Boise Chapter

	I was so excited when I typed out my letter that the spell 
checker must have caught a dozen words that I typed wrong since I was 
so excited. My hands were trembling. I hit PRINT and the dot matrix 
printer shot out a hard copy of my letter. I stuck it in an envelope 
and addressed it and then gave it to Mom to send off tomorrow.
	"Good luck, Chris," Mom said as she took the letter from me.
	About this time Luke showed up. I was still in my thick diapers 
with nothing to cover them up with. There wasn't any time for me to get 
changed into a disposable diaper so that I could wear my pants. If I 
were to go to the mall in just my diapers it wouldn't be my first time 
being there in such indecent attire. I just didn't know how Luke's 
mother would react to my being dressed like this. I just felt lucky 
enough that his parents finally decided to give up the fight against 
his desires to wear diapers, especially as he had a younger brother who 
needed them and that he had gotten to wear diapers before. Cindy then 
invited Luke into the house.
	"So, you're the latest to join Chris' clan of diaper boys?" Cindy 
asked him.
	"I am now, officially speaking," Luke said with a smile on his 
face. Cindy then got behind him and lifted his shirt to check his butt 
to see if he had any diapers on.
	"Not yet!" Cindy said.
	"Huh?" Luke said.
	"Where's the diapers?" Cindy asked him.
	"I haven't gotten them yet," Luke said. "That's where we're goi--
"
	"I see that," Cindy said as she grabbed Luke's underwear and gave 
him a wedgie, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. She 
tore the waistband in the process.
	"Hey!" Luke said to Cindy. "What was that for?"
	"I miss giving Chris wedgies," Cindy said. "You can't give your 
brother a wedgie when he's in thick diapers all the time, you know. 
Besides, I figured that I should have the honors of giving you what 
will probably be your very last wedgie ever."
	"My underwear is ripped!" Luke said.
	"So? What do you care?" Cindy said to him. "You're not going to 
be wearing it anymore, anyway."
	Luke then came over to me as I was sitting at the computer going 
over my diary entries from the summer, seeing what material I could use 
for my essay on my summer vacation. I was sitting there with my legs 
spread widely apart with my thick diapers protruding out from my 
crotch. The sight of my diapers instantly caused a tent to form in 
Luke's shorts.
	"I can't wait!" Luke said as he looked my diapers. He was jumping 
up and down.
	"I just hope your parents don't back down on you this time," I 
said.
	"I doubt they will," Luke said. "They know that I can't change 
now and will just keep fighting with them otherwise."
	"Are you going to wear anything over those diapers?" Luke asked 
me.
	"I dunno, should I?" I asked him.
	"We're going to the mall, you know," Luke said.
	"So? I've been there before in just my diapers," I said. "How do 
you think your mom will react if I came out dressed like I am?"
	"She'd probably make you wait in the car," Luke said.
	"Maybe I'd better try to find something to wear over them, huh?" 
I said.
	"I'll be waiting out in the car with my Mom," Luke said. "Try to 
hurry."
	I ran back to Lisa's and Cindy's bedroom and knocked on the door. 
I was hoping that Lisa would have a pair of cutoffs handy for me to 
wear.
	"Go away!" Lisa shouted, knowing that it was me. "I'm studying!"
	"I just need to borrow some shorts!" I yelled through the door.
	"Sorry, don't have any," Lisa said.
	"Luke's Mom's waiting for me," I said. "We're going to Kidz 
Klothez to get Luke some diapers!"
	"You should have planned for this then," Lisa said. "Cindy should 
have put you in a disposable."
	"I asked her to put one on me, but--"
	Lisa then opened the door and tossed me her shirt from her junior 
high gym class.
	"Here, wear this, it'll come down over your diapers," Lisa said. 
She then closed her door right away. I figured this was as good as it 
was going to get as far as covering up my diapers was concerned. 
Standing in the hallway I took off the shirt I was already wearing and 
replaced it with the big shirt that Lisa had let me use. It was big and 
baggy, being that the shirt had accommodate Lisa's large mammary 
mountains. It came down just enough to cover my diapers in the front. I 
went into my bedroom and examined my butt. Even without the obvious 
bulge I could still see a relatively small portion of my diapers 
exposed below the shirttail. Oh well, not much I could do about it now. 
I quickly put my socks and shoes on and then headed out to get in the 
car with Luke.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 112
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	The car that Luke's mother was driving was actually a Chevy 
Suburban. Nathan was sitting in the front seat with Luke's mother and I 
joined Luke in the back. Since it was getting to be dusk I didn't think 
Luke's mother even noticed that I didn't have anything on over my 
diapers, although Nathan was quick to see that this was how I was 
dressed.
	"Hi Chris!" Nathan said to me as he sat up and looked over the 
seat.
	"Wow, you got big diapers on!" Nathan said as he could see me 
sitting there with thick diapers bulging out from between my spread 
legs.
	"Is that all you could find to wear?" Luke asked me quietly.
	"It's all Lisa had, I think," I said. God, I was nervous now. I 
don't think Luke's mother was paying attention. I felt that I should 
probably at least say something to her.
	"Hi, Mrs. Chandler," I greeted her formally.
	"Hello Chris," Luke's mother said back to me.
	I wasn't sure what to say to her. I really didn't know her all 
that well, and last time we met we weren't on the best of terms. There 
was a lot of ice to be broken, and it wasn't easy to break ice sitting 
in the back seat with only diapers and a shirt on. The silence was 
maddening.
	"So which way to Tony's house?" she asked me. I gave her 
directions. She then opened up a little.
	"So you met Nathan at camp, right?" she said to me.
	"Yeah, he was in our cabin," I said as my voice cracked from 
nervousness.
	"I never knew that there were so many boys like you, and like 
Luke, who really want to wear diapers so bad," his mother said. "I hate 
to admit that I was wrong to let Luke wear diapers, then try to make 
him stop. I should have realized how much this meant to him."
	"That you should have," I said to myself. I just nodded in 
agreement while Luke looked on.
	"So, did you invite me along because...?" I asked Luke's mother.
	"Luke wanted you to come with him," his mother said. "And this 
other boy Tony, too."
	"Okay, so, are we allowed to come over and see Luke and stuff?" I 
asked.
	"Sure. Actually, Chris, I think he's better off being friends 
with other boys like you who wear diapers," she said. "At least I have 
a good feeling that you boys can't get into too much trouble being in 
diapers all the time."
	"That's true," I said.
	"I hope I can make you feel welcome after what Luke has probably 
told you about how we handled him wanting to wear diapers," his mother 
said, also struggling to break the ice.
	"It's okay," I assured her. "I'm just glad that you and Luke's 
dad came to understand that Luke should be allowed to wear diapers if 
he wants," I said.
	"We decided, well, who's he hurting, really? It's not like he's 
out doing things that other kids your age sometimes do."
	I still wasn't sure what Luke's Mom thought about me sitting 
there in the back seat not having anything to wear over my diapers.
	"So uhh, Mrs. Chandler?" I asked her.
	"Yes?" she said.
	"I hope you don't mind that this is all I have on," I said. She 
glanced back at me and saw me sitting there with big, billowing white 
diapers that stood out well in the dim twilight.
	"I wouldn't let Luke or Nathan go into a store, much less the 
mall, dressed like you are, but I'm okay with it, really," she assured 
me. "I'm already used to seeing Nathan in his diapers, and I might as 
well get used to seeing Luke in diapers, too."
	I felt relieved to know that at least Luke's mother didn't mind 
that I wasn't fully dressed, even though I was fully dressed as far as 
I was concerned, and that wearing pants was superfluous to me. We got 
to Tony's house and Luke and I got out together and went up to ring the 
doorbell.
	Tony came to the door, wearing shorts over his diaper.
	"You going in just your diapers again?" Tony asked me. "Where did 
you get the big shirt?"
	"Lisa let me borrow it," I said. "It's all she said she had for 
me to wear over my diapers."
	"Your butt really sticks out," Tony said. "I can still see a good 
two inches of your butt and crotch showing."
	"You would look, wouldn't you?" I said to Tony, just to kid with 
him.
	"Of course!" Tony said with a smile as he lifted my shirt to get 
a full glimpse of my padded pooper, which had performed its function 
since I had gotten diapered after school.
	The three of us-- Tony, Luke and I-- all sat in the back seat of 
the Suburban and enjoyed the ride to the mall. Being that it was the 
night after the first say of school, it was quite busy in the mall. 
Luke and Nathan couldn't believe that I was going to walk into the mall 
with my diapers being as exposed as they were.
	Luke's mother led us into the mall, where dozens of people were 
coming and going. Several people, kids and adults like, boys and girls, 
were staring at me as they passed by, taking a look behind them to 
confirm what they think they saw when they saw me approaching. The real 
fun began when I got on the escalator. I was the last to get on in the 
group. Behind me was a group of teenage girls who could clearly see my 
diapered butt as they rode up the escalator with me.
	One of the girls grabbed my shirttail and lifted it up so that 
she and her friends could see more of my diapers.
	"Excuse me," she asked. "But what are you wearing diapers for?"
	At that moment I had another bowel movement ready to come out of 
my butt and into my thick diapers. It came out with a lot of wet 
farting.
	"That's why," I said, knowing that the girls could hear me 
pooping into my diapers.
	"Oh my God! He crapped in his diapers!" the girl loudly 
exclaimed. People who had boarded the escalator behind us looked 
upwards and people going down the other side also gawked when they 
heard the girl announce that I had pooped my diapers. By this time we 
had reached the top of the escalator.
	"Get some pants on!" someone shouted.
	"Do plastic pants count?" I shouted back, wanting to lift my 
shirt, but the person wasn't looking anyway. We walked through the 
mall, which was full of people scrambling to buy new clothes that they 
should have bought before school started.
	We then went into Kidz Klothez. The store was especially crowded 
being a store for, well, kids' clothes. Lots of kids were getting new 
shoes, new pants, new shirts, etc. All Luke cared about right now was 
getting new diapers.
	We made it to the service counter at the back of the store where 
the activity was lower and things were quieter. A different lady was 
working at the counter than Mary. She looked like she was in her mid 
twenties. When we went up the counter I asked where Mary was.
	"She's gone home for the night," the young gal said. Her nametag 
read Carmen. "Is there something I can help you with?"
	"Yes," Tony's mother said. "I need to buy some diapers for my son 
Luke," she said.
	"Cloth or disposable?" Carmen asked as routinely as a supermarket 
checker would ask, "paper or plastic?" She didn't bat an eye as she was 
also likely used to parents coming in to buy diapers for their older 
kids, presumably boys.
	"Cloth," Luke's mother specified. "I will need some disposables, 
too," she added.
	"Okay, does your son need to be fitted for his diapers?" Carmen 
asked.
	Luke was shaking his head, probably because he just wanted his 
Mom to buy the diapers so they could get home and he could get them on.
	"Yes, let's go ahead and measure him," Luke's mother said.
	Luke lowered his shoulders and sighed.
	"You do you want diapers, don't you?" his mother asked him.
	"Of course I do," Luke said in a low voice.
	"And you want to make sure you have the right fit. too, I 
presume," his mother said. "No point wearing diapers that don't fit and 
leak on you."
	"Yeah, true, although you can adjust them and pin them at 
wherever they'll go the tightest," Luke said.
	"Yes, but I want to make sure that your diapers will really fit 
you before I buy them," Luke's mother said. She insisted on having him 
fitted for his diapers.
	"But if the ones they try on me don't fit, they're not gonna use 
them on someone else, are they?" Luke asked. "How do I know the ones 
that I am gonna wear weren't worn by someone else?"
	"We don't actually diaper you, not until we determine the right 
fit, anyway," Carmen said. "We just take measurements and then select 
the diapers that are the best fit from here."
	At this point Carmen paged another associate to cover the service 
counter for her while she measured Luke. She called for Cathy.
	"Sure, uhh, I'll be right back there," came the voice of another 
young-sounding female worker over the speakerphone. She sounded 
hesitant.
	A moment later the other girl had come to the counter. She must 
have been sixteen, maybe seventeen, probably a high school student 
working part-time nights. She looked at the three of us boys sitting 
there. I could see her eyes bulge as she caught a glimpse of the thick, 
white diapers bulging out from between my legs.
	"I don't really know everything back here," Cathy, the younger 
girl said nervously as she stretched her hands out at her sides.
	"Most people either pick up or place special orders," Carmen 
said. "And you know how to do that in your department, Cathy."
	"What if something weird or unusual comes up?" Cathy asked.
	"Then page Ron."
	I could tell from the look on Cathy's face that Ron, whoever he 
was, was not the first person she wanted to call on.
	"Okay," Cathy said nervously as a sheepish look came across her 
face.
	"I'll be just a couple minutes," Carmen assured her while gently 
patting Cathy on the shoulder a couple times.
	With this, Luke was taken into a private room. He seemed 
apprehensive and embarrassed, not expecting any of this. I could see 
that he had a boner in his shorts. Most likely it was the combined 
result of nervousness and that he would have to strip himself naked 
before a twenty-something gal.
	Nathan, Tony and I all sat next to each other with Luke's mother 
down at the other end, reading a parenting magazine she had brought 
with her. During this time Nathan told us more about what had happened 
when his parents decided to give in and let him wear diapers. We looked 
at the product literature for Thickies and other brands of diapers that 
were offered. The poster that showed me modeling Thickies diaper was 
still up.
	Cathy was looking down but she didn't appear to be doing any real 
work. She tapped a couple random keys on the computer, as if to be 
looking something up. I think she was doing this so that we would think 
she was busy, when in fact she was preoccupied by the fact that I was 
sitting there conspicuously diapered. Every now and then I caught her 
sneaking a glance at me. Just to make sure she got her money's worth I 
saw back and spread my legs farther apart. I also lifted my shirt so 
that more of my diapers would be showing.
	Cathy continued to feign her being occupied with other work as 
she kept looking at me every now and then. A moment later I saw her 
look up at the poster, then at me, then back to the poster, then back 
at me again, doing a double-take upon realizing that I was the boy in 
the poster.
	"Hey!" Cathy exclaimed as she looked at me. "Is that you?" she 
asked, pointing to the poster showing me modeling Thickies diapers.
	"Yep, sure is!" I said proudly. "I got to model for Thickies 
diapers last summer."
	"So did I!" Tony spoke up.
	"Looks like you're still modeling them," Cathy said as her eyes 
were solidly focused on my diapered crotch.
	"Let's just say that I'm a walking advertisement for Thickies 
diapers," I said with a smile. "I should probably wear my Thickies 
shirts in public more, huh?"
	"Oh-kayyy," Cathy said apprehensively as she went back to her 
pretend work. She then looked at Luke's mother.
	"You're the one being helped by Carmen, right?" the gal asked.
	"Yes, she's fitting my son for some diapers," Luke's mother told 
Cathy.
	A moment later a mother came into the department with her son. He 
was about seven or eight years old. The boy looked to be very nervous, 
looking around. I examined his pants as did Tony and Luke. There was a 
hint of a bulge, but not enough to determine if he was diapered or not.
	I looked at Tony, then at Luke.
	"Ahhh, I dunno," I said as I tilted my hand back and forth to 
indicate my hedging on whether or not the boy had diapers on.
	"I don't think he's (whisper)diapered,(/whisper)" Nathan said.
	"I think he is," Tony said with a smile."
	The boy kept his butt turned towards me, allowing me to examine 
it more closely. There weren't any creases that led into his butt crack 
and his seat appeared to be solid. If only his shirt didn't come down 
so far could I tell with more certainty.
	"I think he is, too," I said quietly.
	"Do we have to do this?" the boy whined to his mother, who was 
not quite up to the counter yet.
	"Yes. Josh, now stop making a fuss!" his mother insisted.
	The boy continued to look around nervously. He then looked at me, 
seeing that I had revealed my diapers in their entirety by pulling my 
shirt up so high. I let him get a good, long look at my super thick 
diapers.
	"Hey Mom!" the boy said. "I don't feel so bad now!"
	"That's good, Josh," his mother said as she realized he was 
pointing.
	"Can I help you, ma'am?" Cathy asked.
	"Just a sec," the boy's mother said. "Josh, you know it's rude to 
point! Now come on!" she scolded.
	"It's okay, ma'am," I said to the lady. She looked at me, and 
upon realizing that I was sitting there so conspicuously diapered she 
gasped. I could have knocked her over with a feather.
	"Ma'am, is there something I can help you with?" Cathy asked 
again, getting the boy's mother's attention.
	"Oh yes, sorry," the lady apologized. "My son is really wetting 
heavy at night," she started.
	"Mo-om!" the boy interrupted her with his whine.
	"Josh, I have to tell her that," his mother said sharply. 
"Besides, they hear stories like this all the time. It's no different 
than what the doctor and the nurse know about you, okay?"
	"Anyway, as I was saying," the mother continued. "My son needs 
something that will protect him better at night and I wanted to ask you 
if you could make some recommendations."
	Cathy had a blank look on her face. She stumbled for a moment as 
she tried to prepare an answer. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, 
but I don't usually work back here and this isn't my department."
	"Well, doesn't *somebody* know something about the diapers that 
you store sells?" the lady asked, sounding irritated.
	"Yeah, there's Mary, but she's not here, and then there's Carmen, 
who is here, but she's busy right now," Cathy replied honestly. But 
nervously.
	"Can't *you* help me?" the lady demanded. "Can't you tell me what 
a good diaper would be for my boy?!"
	"Don't call them that!" Josh whined to his mother.
	"Quiet, Josh!" she snapped. Josh looked over at me. I smiled at 
him and winked. I wished I could have gone up to him to make him feel 
better.
	Meanwhile, Cathy took a step back from the counter and waved her 
hands and sighed.
	"Uhhh, look, well, you see, I don't wear diapers," she explained 
nervously. "I was potty trained when I was two."
	"Very funny," the lady snapped.
	"Sorry," Cathy apologized. "I really can't tell you which diapers 
work best. I don't handle any diapers in my department."
	The lady looked at her watch.
	"How long is *Carmen* going to be?" the lady huffed with a 
derisive accent on the name.
	"She should be out any minute," Cathy said as she looked behind 
her.
	"I don't have time for this!" the lady complained as she looked 
at her watch again, after a whole ten seconds had elapsed. "I usually 
get better service here than this!"
	"Just a moment," Cathy said, having become exasperated by this 
bitch's constant complaints. She then picked up the phone and called 
out a page.
	"Ron, dial two-one-six, please. Ron, dial two-one-six, thank 
you," her voice squawked over the intercom.
	"What's *Ron* gonna do for me?" the lady asked, again putting a 
mocking tone into the name. I was beginning to really hate this woman 
now. "He probably can't help me any more than you can!"
	"Lady, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait until Carmen's 
done," Cathy said as she heaved a heavy sigh.
	"I hope Ron's the manager!" the lady shouted. The poor girl 
looked like she was about to burst into tears. I decided that perhaps I 
could be of some help here. I got up and went to the counter.
	"Ma'am, I can tell you about the diapers here," I told her.
	"Really?" she said. "Do you work here?" she asked me 
sarcastically.
	"Sort of," I said. "I help sell Thickies diapers," I said, 
pointing to the poster that bore my likeness.
	"Oh, I see," she said, though she wasn't impressed that I was the 
boy in the poster. "I suppose you want me to buy some Thickies diapers 
so you can earn a royalty."
	"Well, to be honest, I must say that you can't go wrong with 
Thickies, no matter how heavy a wetter your son is," I said. "I'm a 
heavy wetter myself."
	"From the looks of those huge diapers, I'd say you are," the lady 
said. She sounded like she was calming down some.
	"Now, do you want to get him cloth or disposable diapers?" I 
asked her.
	"Just disposables, I guess," the lady said. "I can't imagine Josh 
wearing that big of a diaper, and besides, I don't want to be doing 
laundry or having to handle pins," the lady said.
	"Disposable diapers do have those advantages, you know," I said, 
trying to make the lady happy. I was hoping she would go for the cloth 
diapers, but I knew from common courtesy that the customer was 
supposedly always right, although Lisa told me that this was the 
biggest crock of shit she had ever heard. Having heard her horror 
stories from working at the pizza place I had to say she was right. 
With this I let the lady settle on disposables in spite of my biased 
wishes to recommend cloth otherwise. The lady asked me to be fair and 
tell her which brands of diapers work best in addition to the Thickies. 
Tony got up and offered his input on this, being a seasoned disposables 
wearer.
	In the meantime the phone had beeped and a male voice came over 
the speaker.
	"Yes, what do you need?" the impatient voice rang.
	"Oh, never mind, Ron, I think I've got it handled now, thanks," 
Cathy said with a hint of relief in her voice. She then looked at me 
and said, "thanks for your help, guys."
	"No problem, be glad to help," I said. "The name's Chris, by the 
way."
	"And I'm Tony," he added.
	I knew that the store had a binder that showed all the brands of 
cloth and disposable diapers that they sell in it. I pointed it out to 
Cathy, seeing that it was on a shelf behind the counter, and she handed 
it to me. Tony went through it for the lady and told her of his 
experiences with some of the various brands.
	"Stay away from these," Tony said, pointing to a brand he wore to 
a sleepover when we were ten. It was the first time my bed had been wet 
since I was six during the "dark ages" of my life when I wasn't wearing 
diapers. I remember asking Mom at that age if I could wear diapers 
after this incident, but of course she said no.
	Meanwhile, Carmen had finally come out of the private room where 
she had been measuring Luke for his diapers. She saw Cathy was helping 
the lady.
	"I heard you page Ron," Carmen said to Cathy.
	"I did, but I didn't need him, thank God," Cathy replied.
	You doing okay, Cathy?" Carmen asked her.
	"I am now, thanks to these fine young boys," she said, pointing 
to Tony and me. "They seem to know a lot more about this diaper stuff 
than I do."
	"From what the blonde one is wearing, I can see that he'd be 
quite the expert on diapers," Carmen said.
	"He must be, he's on that poster over there," Cathy pointed out. 
Carmen then looked at me and then at the poster, making a comparison.
	"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That's why you looked so familiar!" 
Carmen stated. I just smiled.
	"Want my autograph?" I offered. Carmen just smiled at me.
	At this point she called Luke's mother up to the counter and 
quoted her some prices for different brands of diapers in both cloth 
and disposables. Luke's mother then placed an order for six Thickies 
cloth diapers, three pairs of plastic pants, and three two-dozen packs 
of disposable Thickies diapers.
	"Oh, and could you go ahead and diaper Luke in the cloth 
diapers?" Luke's mother asked.
	"Sure," Carmen said.
	Double diaper him," she added with emphasis.
	"Cathy, I'm going to be a few minutes more, okay?" Carmen said to 
her coworker.
	"I'm fine as these boys stick around," she said.
	"They're with me," Luke's mother said. "They won't be going 
anywhere until my son is diapered," she said.
	At this point the other lady had selected a brand of disposable 
diapers for her son Josh. She didn't pick Thickies diapers because of 
the cost, but she still picked a good brand. Cathy brought them out 
from the back and rang them up on the register. In the meantime Josh 
had asked me why I had on such huge diapers.
	"I like them that way," I said to him.
	"You like your diapers to be big like that?" he said.
	"Yep," I replied.
	"Is that why you're not wearing any pants?"
	"Sure is," I said.
	"You like wearing diapers?" he asked me.
	"Diapers are my life," I said. At this point I got up and went to 
the counter to grab a D.B.A. diaper club flyer to give to Josh.
	"Here's the diaper club that I run," I said as I handed him the 
flyer.
	"Diaper club?" Josh asked curiously.
	"Yeah, there's a whole group of us boys who all love to wear 
diapers," I said.
	At this point Josh was told to help carry out two of the four 
large packages of diapers that his mother had just bought.
	"I can't carry these through the mall!" he said.
	"You can and you will," his mother said. Without any argument 
Josh did as he was told and followed his mother while they both carried 
the bulky, unwieldy packages.
	"I wish I could do something for you boys," Cathy said to us. "I 
really appreciated your help. That lady was, oh, I won't say it."
	"It's okay," I said.
	"Maybe I can ask Carmen to give you a gift certificate or a 
coupon or something," Cathy said.
	In a few minutes Luke came out of the little room with a brand 
new double set of Thickies diapers tightly and amply pinned onto him, 
dwarfing his slender legs. His diaper ensemble was complete with a 
virgin-clean pair of plastic pants over them. Their newness glistened 
in the fluorescent light.
	"How are the diapers?" Luke's mother asked him.
	"I love them, thanks," Luke said with a big smile. "But can I 
wear something over them?"
	"Nope, I figured that if you really want to wear diapers you'll 
wear them any time, any place, mo matter who sees you, just like Chris 
does," she said.
	"So I have to walk through the mall like this?" Luke said, 
pointing out the fact that his shirt wouldn't go down over his diapers.
	"Relax, Luke, I'll walk right alongside you," I said.
	Cathy then asked Carmen what she could do to compensate Tony and 
me for helping her to deal with a difficult customer.
	"Let them pick out a T-shirt each from the summer clearance 
table," Carmen recommended. She then told us where the clearance table 
was up at the front of the store and let us each select a shirt.
	Tony and I went through the store and got the attention of 
several shoppers as my diapered rear end stood out. Being the diaper 
exhibitionist that I am, when I saw a group of pre-teen girls looking 
at some Beauty and the Beast shirts I took the opportunity to bend over 
and tie my shoe, even though the laces weren't untied until I purposely 
untied them. As the three girls stared at my diapered butt I could hear 
them giggling and commenting on me being in diapers and wearing no 
pants as I took the time to re-tie my shoes. They giggled and stared at 
me when I got up and looked at them.
	"What, you never seen a boy in diapers before?" I said.
	"Not as old as you," one of them said.
	"Now you have," I replied back.
	"You're weird," another girl said. At this point they all left. 
While we were going through the shirts we saw Cathy back at her 
station, which was the young girls department. No wonder she was not at 
all familiar with the diapers sold at the store!
	Not having much time, I quickly browsed through the shirts and 
picked out a black shirt with the Batman movie logo on it. Tony just 
grabbed a plain blue shirt. We took them back to Carmen and she rang 
them up for us and zeroed them out. I then took off the big shirt that 
Lisa had given me and changed into the black shirt. Because my diapers 
went up so high the shirt covered only the top half of the diapers, but 
this still left a lot of white diaper showing. Just to expose the 
diapers some more I rolled the bottom of the shirt up some more. My 
diapers contrasted quite sharply against the black shirt.
	By this time we were ready to leave. Luke was hesitant to walk 
through the store and through the mall in his diapers, but he had a 
double set of Thickies on and no way were his shorts going to fit. His 
mother carried his shorts while each of us boys carried a package or a 
bag. I carried the two bags that contained the five remaining Thickies 
diapers and the remaining two pairs of plastic pants. Tony, Nathan and 
Luke each carried one package of disposable diapers. As expected a lot 
of shoppers stared at Luke and me walking through the mall in diapers. 
A few minutes later we got to their Suburban and loaded up the back 
with the big diaper packages and the two sacks. The four of us boys had 
a lot to talk about on the way home. Tony was dropped off first, 
followed by me.
	"Thanks for coming with me," Luke said as I got out of the 
Suburban.
	"It was fun," I said. "More fun than I expected, in fact. Enjoy 
your diapers."
	"I already am," Luke said as he was alone in the back seat and in 
the dark rubbing himself.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 113
----------------------------

	Today was Day Two of seventh grade. Gone was the initial 
excitement and anticipation of a new school year and already reality 
had set in as I thought about how many days of this I would have to 
face before the end of the year. By this time just about everyone knew 
about me wearing diapers. I got the usual taunts, but they were 
learning that I do not respond to such comments and in fact enjoyed the 
attention, particularly when it came from girls. I liked grossing out 
the ones who thought it was disgusting and I liked hearing them refer 
to me as a "baby boy" and offering to change my diapers or at least 
thought it was cute. Boys usually didn't find it to be amusing and some 
thought of it as disgusting or weird, but I had a feeling that some of 
them were just feigning these feelings and actually wanted to wear 
diapers themselves and kept these desires hidden.
	I went to my first class, which was English. Before class started 
Ellis thought he would get in a couple of licks before Mrs. Steck came 
into the room.
	"So, you toilet trained yet?" Ellis asked me.
	"Does this answer your question?" I replied back, lifting my 
shirt to let him see my diaper showing above my pants. "I'll never be 
toilet trained again."
	"So who changes your diapers now?" Ellis asked.
	"The nurse, just like at the other school," I answered. "She's 
pretty good-looking, too," I added. "Why don't you start wearing 
diapers to school so she can change you, too?"
	"Because I can find good-looking girls other ways than by 
shitting in my pants," Ellis replied. This generated some laughter 
throughout the classroom. At this time Mrs. Steck came into the 
classroom, ready to start things the moment the bell rang. She kept a 
close eye on Ellis and the kids who sat around me so that they wouldn't 
cause any disruptions. The rest of the class was uneventful, as was 
Social Studies, since Mr. Mathers also watched Ellis closely to make 
sure he wouldn't act up in the middle of class. Of course he acted up 
anyway.
	I was looking forward to meeting up with Luke during the mid-
morning break. I knew he would be excited about getting to wear real 
diapers at last, although I wasn't sure how well he would adjust to 
wearing diapers to school. Tony and I sat with him and Bryce over 
orange juice or milk and cinnamon rolls. Luke stood up and briefly 
lifted his shirt to let me catch a quick glimpse of his Thickies 
diaper. Even without lifting his shirt I could tell from the bulge in 
his pants that he had a diaper on, a Thickies diaper, of course.
	"Have you used it yet?" I asked Luke.
	"Not yet, but I'm really needing to pee right now," he said. "I'm 
afraid to pee in my diaper in school," he said quietly.
	"We understand," I said, speaking on Tony's behalf.
	"I'm almost tempted to go to the bathroom and--"
	"No, no!" I said. "Don't do that! The bathroom is forever off 
limits to you! Once you're a diaper boy, you are committed, and toilets 
and urinals are no longer a part of your life!"
	"Yeah, forget that toilets even exist," Tony said. "Except for 
the girls' bathroom, of course."
	"How did P.E. class go?" I asked Luke.
	"For starters, I was late getting to school," Luke said. "Mom 
didn't wake me up in time to change both me and Nathan out of our cloth 
diapers, and I had made a big mess in my diapers the night before, so 
Mom had to clean both me and Nathan this morning. So then I missed the 
bus and Mom had to drive me to school. Mr. Brown then yelled at me for 
being late."
	"What did he say to you?" I asked.
	"He said, 'you diaper boys are always late,'" Luke replied, using 
a mocking voice for Mr. Brown. "He embarrassed the hell out of me by 
saying that 'you're always late because your mommy's gotta change ya' 
and wipe your butt in the morning!'"
	"What an asshole," I said as I sighed and rolled my eyes.
	"He is an asshole," Bryce agreed. "In the locker room he yelled 
at us 'babies' because some of us were taking too long to change our 
diapers, then he made us do a bunch of exercises, even after we told 
him that we were too tired. It about killed me."
	"What did the kids say about you wearing diapers?"
	"They laughed and called me all the usual names and shit," Luke 
replied. "But at least I wasn't the only one. They all knew that Bryce 
wears diapers, so I stuck with him during the class."
	"That's good," I said.
	"Yeah, I'm kind of like you, Chris," Bryce said. "I just act 
like, 'go ahead, it's no secret that I wear diapers.'"
	At about this time a kid I didn't recognize came up to our table. 
He looked like a sixth grader. A couple of other kids came up behind 
him.
	"Oh no," Luke said. "These guys are in my P.E. class."
	"Hey Luke," the first kid said. "I see you're a diaper boy now."
	"That's why he's sitting here," I said. "This is the diaper boys' 
table."
	"That'pth why heeth thitting here, thith ith the diaper boyth 
table," the kid mocked me in a fake voice.
	"Careful," his friend said. "He's a seventh grader and he might 
beat us up!"
	"Oh, I'm so scared," the third boy said sarcastically. "They 
might gag us with their poopy diapers or something, since they're 
probably too wimpy to pick a fight with us."
	"That's not a bad idea," I said.
	"What?" the kid said to me. "You really want to pick a fight?"
	"No, I'd like to gag you with my poopy diaper," I said.
	"You gotta fight me first to do that," the kid said.
	"Hey, let's see if they will pick a fight with us!" the first kid 
said. He went up to Luke and asked him if he's wet his diaper yet.
	"No, I haven't," Luke said. "Will you just go the hell away?!"
	Luke's request, of course was ignored. At this moment the kid 
pulled up on Luke's shirt and then poured his orange juice down into 
the back of Luke's diaper. The resulting splash not only got his diaper 
wet but his pants as well.
	"Now you have!" the kid said as he and several other kids 
laughed. Poor Luke was embarrassed.
	"Orange juice, it's not just for breakfast anymore!" the kid said 
with an evil grin on his face.
	"Knock it off, Arnold!" Bryce said, defending Luke.
	"You want your diaper wet, too?" Arnold said as he approached 
with his orange juice. At this moment one of the teachers on duty 
approached the three boys.
	"We didn't do it!" the first kid said, suddenly scared out of his 
wits as the angry teacher confronted him.
	"I saw everything you boys did!" the teacher yelled. Enlisting 
the aid of a second teacher on duty, both of the teachers escorted the 
three boys out of the cafeteria and back into the kitchen of the 
cafeteria. A moment later two very official and stern-looking men in 
suits marched into the cafeteria. I figured they were the principal and 
the vice principal. From the looks on their faces I hoped to never get 
on their bad sides.
	"I'm not sure I want to wear diapers to school," Luke said.
	"Relax," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Kids will try 
to do things like that to you at first. At least you're not alone."
	"Thanks," Luke said. "I might as well pee in this diaper now 
since it's wet anyway."
	Luke sat there and closed his eyes as he tried to overcome his 
embarrassment and maintain his dignity.
	"I can't believe I'm doing this in the middle of the school 
cafeteria," Luke said. He sat there and strained for a moment and 
concentrated on peeing in his diaper, shutting out all other elements, 
namely the fact that he was at school.
	A moment later he said quietly, "okay, I'm done."
	"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I said.
	"Nah, it felt pretty good, actually," Luke said with a sigh of 
relief. He then looked down at his crotch to check for leaks, not that 
it mattered since the seat of his pants was already wet from the orange 
juice.
	"You're wearing Thickies, right?" I said.
	"Of course," Luke replied.
	"Then don't worry about leaks," I assured him.
	"Now I need to get changed," Luke said.
	"Have you pooped in them yet?" I asked Luke.
	"Are you kidding?" Luke replied. "I'm hardly brave enough to pee 
in them. Why do you ask?"
	"Because you're not fully using the diaper until you've put a 
good dump or two into it," I said.
	"I know, and I know you think it's wasting a diaper when you only 
pee in it before getting changed, but I have to get this wet diaper 
off," Luke said.
	"Sure, I'll go with you to the nurse's office," I said, being 
understanding of Luke's newness to wearing diapers full time in school. 
"You have any diapers with you?"
	"Yeah, I have a couple in my bag," Luke said.
	"Great," I said.
	"I'm gonna be tardy!" Luke exclaimed as he realized that there 
was only four minutes left to go before the bell rang.
	"Relax, the nurse will write you a note," I assured him. "Tony, 
tell Mr. Mathers that I'll be there soon."
	"Okay," he said as he and Bryce left. On our way out we were 
stopped by the same teacher who had hauled off the troublemaker kids. 
Fortunately he didn't have the stern, angry look on his face this time, 
but I was still nervous that he was stopping us. Over his shoulder I 
saw the two principals escorting the three boys out from the back of 
the cafeteria on their way to the principal's office.
	"Are you boys okay?" the teacher asked.
	"Yeah, we're fine," I said.
	"Mr. Carberry and Mr. Swain have taken care of the troublemakers, 
and will see to it that those boys never bother you again."
	"Thanks," I said to the teacher.
	"Do you need to get a change of clothes?" the teacher asked me.
	"We got it handled, thanks," I replied. With this, we left the 
cafeteria and I escorted Luke to the nurse's office. By this time the 
halls were almost empty with just a few kids scrambling to beat the 
tardy bell.
	"Thanks for coming with me," Luke said.
	"No problem," I replied.
	"Aren't you going to be tardy for your class?" Luke asked, 
sounding concerned.
	"Not if the nurse writes me an excuse note," I said.
	"But you're not getting your diaper changed," Luke said. At this 
moment I stopped to get a sip of water from the drinking fountain. 
While I was bending over to get a drink I let out a big load of poop 
into my diaper.
	"I am now," I said with a smile upon Luke's acknowledgement of my 
bowel movement. "Come on, we're almost there."
	"Man, I don't know how you can go around here in school wearing 
poopy diapers," Luke said. "I'd be afraid to try it."
	"One, I've gotten used to it. Two, I don't have any control of it 
any longer," I said. "Keep wearing diapers and sooner or later you'll 
be taking your first in-class crap."
	"What was it like when you first pooped your diapers in school?" 
Luke asked me.
	"Actually, the first time it happened after I got put into 
diapers, I didn't have diapers on," I said. Luke was surprised. I 
continued to explain what had happened.
	"I took my diapers off after I got to school and then got 
diarrhea that day, just my luck. I had a really bad accident in my 
pants and I wish I had kept my diapers on."
	"I hope that never happens to me," Luke said.
	"If you have to poop, do it in your diaper, gotta get used to it 
sooner or later."
	At this time we reached the nurse's office and were greeted by 
the receptionist.
	"May I help you boys with something?" she asked, not knowing our 
reason for being there.
	"We came to see Mrs. Wilson, the nurse," I explained.
	"Is it an emergency?" she asked.
	"Uhh, no, not especially," I said.
	"Mrs. Wilson will be right out," the receptionist told us in a 
rather cold tone. She then asked us if we had a hall pass.
	"We just came in from the break," I said.
	"Oh, I see," the receptionist replied without looking up from her 
computer terminal. "Just have a seat then."
	A few minutes later Mrs. Wilson came out of the room. We saw a 
girl leaving ahead of her. Both Luke and I hoped she wasn't in there 
for a diaper change. She had a brace around her knee and she was 
limping. She was wearing her P.E. clothes, so both Luke and I came to 
the conjecture that she was getting treated for a minor injury that she 
incurred in gym class. Looking at how her shorts crawled up her butt it 
was easy to see that she was not wearing a diaper. Luke and I were 
relieved to see this.
	"What would you do if you did see a girl wearing diapers?"
	"Probably puke in the toilet," I said. "It'd be the only time I 
would ever use a toilet, of course."
	Mrs. Wilson had been briefed by the receptionist regarding our 
presence in the office waiting area.
	"Hello boys," she said. She knew who I was from having seen me, 
but she looked puzzled when she saw that I was there with Luke.
	"I don't recognize you," she said as she looked at Luke. "Are you 
here for the same reason as Chris?"
	"Yes, ma'am, he is," I replied. I was impressed that she even 
remembered my name.
	"Do you require this treatment regularly?" she asked Luke.
	"I will," he said. Mrs. Wilson looked at him funny, wondering why 
he suddenly needed to start wearing diapers.
	"You weren't in here yesterday, were you?" Mrs. Wilson asked him.
	"No," he said. I could tell that Luke felt very awkward now, not 
having expected to be confronted with questions regarding his needs for 
wearing diapers.
	"They didn't give you a form at registration, did they?" I asked 
Luke. I figured I could help to legitimize his need for getting regular 
diaper changes from the school nurse since Luke didn't currently have a 
physical need for wearing diapers, at least not yet.
	"I didn't know I needed to fill out any form," Luke said, 
sounding confused.
	"Yes, your parent or guardian will need to sign a form that 
authorizes me to administer such regular medical needs on you," Mrs. 
Wilson replied, using the phrase "regular medical needs" as a euphemism 
for "diaper changes."
	"So, can you still, you know, change me?" Luke asked. He was very 
nervous now.
	"Are you really in need of attention?" she asked him.
	"Yeah, I am," he said.
	"I'll take care of you now, just this once," Mrs. Wilson agreed. 
"But before you return to class I am going to give you a form that your 
parents will need to fill out with their signature on it in order for 
me to perform such procedures on you daily."
	"Okay," Luke said. With this, Mrs. Wilson directed him back into 
the private room where she changed diapers and performed her other 
duties as a nurse.
	Luke came out of the room a few minutes later. His pants had 
dried by then and there was no trace of the orange juice spill on his 
dark pants. Mrs. Wilson gave him the form that he would need to take to 
his parents. The receptionist then started writing him a hall pass.
	"See you at lunch," I said as Mrs. Wilson called me into the room 
to change my diaper.
	When I was done I was sent on my way to Mr. Reiner's math class. 
He was in the middle of explaining yesterday's bonus problem when I 
approached him with my hall pass.
	"Thanks, Chris," he said, directing me to my newly assigned seat, 
which naturally was nowhere near Tony. I heard some of the kids 
chuckling. The same kid who had gotten stuck with doing the extra 
problem as part of his regular assignment blurted out, "probably 
getting a diaper change!"
	"Obviously you have forgotten what I told you yesterday," Mr. 
Reiner said as he confronted the unruly student, whose name was Travis. 
It figures. All the Travises I have known I have hated.
	"Seeing that you didn't do the extra problem that I assigned you, 
I think perhaps I'll give you double the amount of problems the rest of 
the class will be doing tonight."
	"Ahh, man!" Travis complained, realizing how much deeper he was 
digging himself in. Mr. Reiner ignored him and proceeded with the 
lesson. The same girl who complained about sitting behind me was again 
in the seat behind mine.
	"Oh God," she groaned upon realizing that I had just cut a long, 
gassy, silent fart. The girl was mistaking the smell of my fart for a 
bowel movement.
	"This is why I gave up babysitting," she said as she showed her 
disgust for my odor.
	"I just farted, okay?" I said quietly.
	"Mr. Reiner, can I switch seats?" she asked.
	"Why's that?" he asked her. Without say a word, she pointed to me 
while plugging her nose and then fanning the fumes away from her. The 
class started laughing.
	"Maybe I can switch places with her," Tony spoke up, hoping he 
could use this as an opportunity to get seated closer to me.
	"Please do," said one of the kids who was seated near Tony. "I 
don't wanna be smelling your poop."
	"We already talked about this yesterday," Mr. Reiner said to the 
whole class. "We will not talk about Chris or Tony, is that 
understood?"
	Everyone nodded without saying anything. Of course Travis 
couldn't resist getting in one last lick.
	"You might as well put Chris and Tony together, that way they 
only stink up one part of the room."
	"Travis, come here," Mr. Reiner said. Travis had a look of 
trepidation come over his face as Mr. Reiner hastily scribbled out a 
hall pass to send Travis to the office.
	"I am going to nip this thing in the bud," Mr. Reiner said. "Now, 
let's continue the rest of the lesson, shall we?"
	The rest of the class kept quiet until the bell rang, the bell 
that signaled the approach of fourth period, Mr. Brown's P.E. class. I 
felt my stomach churning as I thought about this dreadful class.
	Tony and I both felt nervous and apprehensive as we dropped off 
our books and went to the boys' locker room. As we entered there were 
several boys who were already dressed down and into their gym shorts 
ready to go. Tony and I went to our lockers on the first row where all 
the diaper boys in the class were located. A couple of the boys were in 
the middle of changing their own diapers. I couldn't help but to look 
at their naked behinds and then their dicks as I went past them. I 
developed a hard-on as a result. I looked down the row, seeing that 
most of the boys were either in just a diaper or nothing at all.
	"Well, here goes," I said to Tony as I stripped off my shirt, 
revealing the high-rising top of my diapers. Tony's diaper showed just 
as much as he took his shirt off. I then took off my pants, sticking my 
diapered butt into Peter's face, the kid next to me. I don't think he 
minded getting such a good close-up of my butt as I noticed that he had 
a hard-on after I was down to just my diaper.
	"Wow, that's the thickest diaper I've ever seen," Pete commented. 
"What kind are they?"
	"Thickies," I said with a smile. "Would you like to try wearing 
them?"
	"I dunno," Peter said apprehensively. "I don't think my pants 
would even fit over those."
	"You ought to see the cloth diapers I wear at home," I said. "You 
wanna talk about thick!"
	I saw Pete putting on a pair of the Goodnites. They were barely 
thicker than a pair of boys' underpants, but they were white like all 
boys' underwear and diapers should be, and of course they still made 
Peter's butt look cute. They wouldn't serve well for pooping in, 
however, so I knew I could never wear them if I wanted to.
	"And I thought Lonnie's diapers were thick," Peter said. I then 
looked down the row and saw Lonnie putting on a fairly thick diaper. I 
then turned the other way and looked at Tony. His diaper was quite wet.
	"You haven't been changed yet?" I asked Tony.
	"Not until I poop," he said. "I can see that yours is pretty 
fresh."
	"Of course, I just got changed before math class, remember?" I 
said.
	"Oh yeah, duh!" Tony said as he smacked himself on the forehead.
	"I'm glad I went with Luke to the nurse," I told Tony while I put 
on my gym shirt and then lastly, my shorts, which I saved for last to 
give the other diaper boys more time to admire my padded behind. 
Apparently the non-diaper boys also noticed.
	"Look at all the babies!" I heard Hugh shouting. "Wearing their 
dipees!"
	"You would look, Hugh, wouldn't you?" Peter said.
	"Shut up," Hugh snapped back. "I don't know what you've got to 
hide, anyway. Makes me wonder why your parents named you Peter!"
	"Come down here and take a look," Peter said.
	"I would, but the smell of all your shitty asses would probably 
make me suffocate," Hugh said.
	"Then do us a favor and come on down here then," Peter said.
	"You're asking for a real ass-kickin'!" Hugh said. Peter ignored 
him and finished dressing as Hugh went out to the gymnasium.
	Mr. Brown then stood at the end of the row and blew his whistle.
	"Come on, guys!" he shouted while clapping his hands to hurry us 
all up. "Those diapers sure slow you guys down! Let's hop to it, c'mon, 
c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, C'MON!!!!!"
	Shit, this guy was worse than a drill sergeant.
	"Hurry it up!" Mr. Brown shouted to Lonnie, who was walking down 
the row to dispose of his diaper in the garbage.
	Seeing that we were all dressed, he blew his whistle and said, 
"move it, move, move it, move it, move it, MOVE IT! MOOOVE IT!!!!!"
	At this rate the man was going to have a heart attack, and I was 
hoping that sooner or later he would have one, and if we were lucky he 
might even do himself in. Hell, I'd even bring a cake and balloons to 
his funeral and hire a clown if I could, make it a festive occasion. I 
didn't care one bit for this asshole. Maybe the more we pissed him off 
the sooner we could get rid of him. It was a cruel thought, but he 
deserved it and brought it upon himself as far as I was concerned.
	Mr. Brown literally pushed us out of the locker room and into the 
gymnasium, directing us to the group of other boys who were already 
standing in formation.
	"Don't touch me!" I told Mr. Brown as I turned around and pushed 
his arms away.
	"Then don't take so long to get ready!" Mr. Brown barked back. I 
wanted to swiftly kick him in the nuts soooo badly now!
	"I apologize for the delay, class, but it seems that a certain 
group of boys is slowing us down," Mr. Brown said while staring at me, 
Tony and the other diaper boys. He was very rudely and unjustly blaming 
us for the delay. Mr. Brown then took the role call. I could tell by 
the change in the tone of his voice that he didn't like any of us 
diaper boys when he called out our names.
	While Mr. Brown lectured to us I was looking across the gymnasium 
at the girls' P.E. class. Amid the few dozen pairs of bare girls' legs 
I easily spotted Megan-- hers being among the largest legs-- and I was 
hoping she would notice me. She was big, but she was beautiful, too, 
especially in her high-cut shorts which so nicely accented her plump 
ass. She looked over at us and spotted me. She waved at me and I waved 
back. I had momentarily forgotten about my arousal from the other 
diaper boys in my class and drifted off into sexual fantasies with 
Megan, especially while she was bending over to tie her shoe. Mr. Brown 
then rudely interrupted my daydream.
	"BARRETT!" he shouted, causing me to jump and turn towards him. 
"Get your thumb out of your butt and pay attention to me when I'm 
talking!"
	"He can't stick his thumb in his butt, Coach Brown," one of the 
students said. "He's got diapers on!"
	A comment like this likely would have not been tolerated by any 
of my other teachers, but Mr. Brown seemed to like it by the way he 
smiled at the student who said it. Everyone else in the class liked 
this comment, too and were laughing, all except my fellow diaper boys.
	"He's ogling the girls," another kid said.
	"I thought he liked looking at the other diaper babies!" yet 
another kid said. "I guess he's not a faggot after all!"
	"Stop looking at them girls over there!" Mr. Brown said to me. 
"Look at me!"
	"Yes, sir," I replied. I muttered "fuck you" and extended my 
middle finger behind the back of Russ Atkins, the kid who stood in 
front of me. The other boys were looking at the girls, too, but Mr. 
Brown didn't seem to mind as he continued to talk. He then sent us out 
to the field and put us through a rigorous regimen of warm-up 
exercises, which included jumping jacks, push-ups and running in place. 
He was just as bad any drill sergeant.
	Next, we were sent out to the track to run one lap. He had us run 
in groups of six, making sure to include at least one diaper boy in 
each group. Tony was sent out to go up against the others in the first 
run. As expected, Tony finished last, barely running as he panted and 
puffed his way to the finish line.
	"I'm pooped," Tony said to me as he tried to catch his breath.
	"What about your diaper?" I asked him.
	"It's pooped, too," he said. "I took a crap on the first turn."
	"You need to get a diaper change?"
	"Yeah, good luck asking Mr. Brown to excuse me for it, though," 
Tony said. With this, he remained in his poopy, stinky diaper for the 
rest of the P.E. class.
	Lonnie and Peter were then called out with four other boys. They, 
too, finished dead last, both of them walking together as they tried to 
make their way to the finish line.
	"C'mon, you boys got bricks in those diapers?!" Mr. Brown yelled 
at them. "Let's pick up the pace!"
	I was called out on the third race. As luck would have it, Hugh 
was among the other boys.
	"You're gonna lo-ose!" he sneered at me. I just ignored him and 
avoided making any sort of eye contact with his ugly, zit-laden face.
	Jay was in the lane next to me. As he stood there, I examined his 
butt. Clearly he had something very thick and bulky on underneath his 
shorts, but since he wasn't in the diaper boys row I couldn't figure 
out why his rear end suggested that he was diapered. Whatever it was, 
it was surely nothing modest.
	"On your mark, get set-- go!" shouted Mr. Brown's assistant, 
whose name was Greg. The other four boys were well ahead of us by the 
time we reached the second turn. Jay was running at about my pace, 
trying to keep up. He seemed to be encumbered by the bulky padding 
under his shorts and he had a bit of a waddle in his step. I could also 
smell a distinct poop odor as I ran close behind him. There was a light 
breeze, so I knew that neither Tony's odors nor any of the other diaper 
boys' smells would have lingered. The smell remained consistent 
throughout the run. At one point Jay stumbled. I stopped and asked him 
if he was okay.
	"Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he got back up. His shirt had ridden 
up a little. As he got up I tried to see if a diaper was showing. I 
could see something white and bulky- looking, but Jay pulled his shirt 
back down before I had a chance to really see what he had on. I thought 
I had seen a blue stripe suggesting that all he had on was underwear. 
Maybe there was more than one blue stripe, or maybe a stripe of a 
different color or pattern. Maybe he was like I used to be and wore 
several pairs of underwear at a time to make a diaper. He and I weren't 
the only ones who did this. There was Darren's friend John as well as 
Derek, before either of them got put into real diapers.
	Jay and I struggled to maintain a respectable running pace as we 
approached the finish line, but both of us were tired and were doing a 
semi-walk/semi-run. I continued to look at Jay's butt, knowing that he 
had to be wearing something much thicker than a single pair of boys' 
briefs.
	Mr. Brown looked at both of us contemptibly.
	"Typical diaper boys," he said contemptibly. "Whatever it is in 
those diapers, it's slowing you all down."
	"I don't wear diapers, Mr. Brown," Jay said.
	"You look like you do, and you also act like you do," Mr. Brown 
replied. "And that's COACH Brown! Get it right!"
	Jay and I both sat down on the grass while Mr. Brown called out 
the next group to race, which included another diaper boy. He was 
taller than the rest of us, so he stood a better chance of not 
finishing last. He finished fourth, which made poor ol' Asshole Brown 
speechless, much to my amusement.
	I sat across from Jay, whose shorts were loose enough around the 
legs for me to see what he had on underneath. It was hard to tell, but 
I could see a broad band of white that looked thick enough for a cloth 
diaper or two. It looked irregular and wasn't uniform, though, which 
led me to think that maybe he had on several pairs of underpants. 
Whatever it was, there was a lot of white fabric in there.
	Likewise, I sat with my legs apart and with the leg opening of my 
shorts open enough to let Jay see that I had on a thick disposable 
diaper. I looked at Jay, hoping he would break the ice and say hello. I 
decided to make the first move.
	"Nice race, eh?" I said.
	"Yeah, I guess," he said, not making any eye contact with me.
	"I'm not very athletic," I said. "How about you?"
	"Nah, not really," Jay said as he idly picked at the grass.
	"I guess that's why we both finished last, huh?" I said.
	"Yeah, probably," Jay said. I could tell that he was shy and it 
would take some work to get him to open up. He then got up and walked 
away from the group and paced around. I caught up with Tony and told 
him about Jay.
	"You see that kid over there?" I said to Tony.
	"Yeah," Tony replied. "I've been looking at him, too."
	"You think he wears diapers?" I asked him.
	"His butt sure looks like it," Tony said. "I wonder why his 
locker isn't in with ours."
	"Probably no room," I said. "Maybe he's in the next row over."
	"Did you talk to him yet?" Tony asked me. "He was in your race."
	"A little," I said. "But he didn't say much."
	"He looks like he doesn't have any friends," Tony commented. 
"Let's both go talk to him."
	We started walking over to Jay when Mr. Brown blew his whistle.
	"Get your butts over here!" Mr. Brown shouted to us.
	At this point the girls' P.E. class came over to the track. I 
watched Megan approaching as her breasts bounced up and down inside of 
her shirt. Being the big girl that she was, she didn't move around as 
easily as most of her other classmates.
	"Hi Chris!" she said with a smile.
	"Hi Megan!" I said back. I looked at her big butt and her flabby 
legs as she ran by. I could see the fat jiggling down her legs with 
each step.
	"C'mon boys!" Mr. Brown shouted to us, directing us to the other 
side of the field where we did some more exercises. By the time class 
was over with we were tired and worn out. What a relief it was when Mr. 
Brown sent us to the showers.
	Tony and I stripped off our gym clothes and were down to just our 
diapers. Since I had a fresh diaper on I didn't want to take it off 
before going into the shower. I had only wet in it once and it had a 
long ways to go before it would have been worth changing it, to say 
nothing of the fact that I hadn't pooped in it yet. Because of this I 
decided to leave my diaper on while going to the shower. As for Tony, 
he took off his poopy diaper and tossed it into the garbage. With his 
butt covered with poop, he wrapped his towel around him and joined me 
at the showers.
	A couple of kids stared at me as I stood there spraying myself 
off while wearing a thick disposable diaper. Tony drew more attention-- 
and repulsion-- by turning his butt towards the shower and spreading 
his butt cheeks apart so that he could clean off his poop. A pool of 
brown-tainted water formed at his feet, much to the disgust of the 
other boys also in the shower at the time.
	"Sick!" one boy said. "Use the toilet!"
	"I can't!" Tony said. "In fact, one of these days I may end up 
taking a shit right here in the shower!"
	"That's one reason I kept my diaper on!" I said as Tony and I 
high-fived each other in the shower. Staring at Tony's smooth, water-
splashed bare butt I was getting a hard-on, which nobody could see 
inside my diaper. After we finished showering we grabbed our towels 
from the holding area outside the shower stalls and wrapped them around 
us on our way back to the lockers.
	On the way back I looked down each row of lockers, hoping to 
locate Jay. He wasn't in the first row from the showers, but Hugh was, 
unfortunately, and he caught our stare.
	"Quit looking, you faggots!" he shouted to us while he was 
standing there naked with his nads dangling. We just ignored him and 
looked down the next row, and then the next, which was where we spotted 
Jay. I caught a glimpse of him as I walked by. He was at the front of 
the third row, and luckily for me, he had his butt sticking towards me, 
as this helped to reveal what it was that made his butt stick out so 
much like a diaper. I was right about the blue waistband stripe as 
Jay's underwear included this, as well as several more of these pairs 
and several pairs with red stripes, some with black stripes, and some 
with no stripes at all. How exciting it was to see Jay come to school 
wearing his underpants like a diaper! The other kids probably teased 
him or were grossed out by the way he probably smelled all the time, 
but he seemed to tune everyone and everything out, as if he were in his 
own little world in spite of what others said or thought about him. It 
was a different approach than mine when it came to dealing with 
hecklers.
	Even more notable was the fact that he had on double-seated 
underpants, which I hadn't seen a boy wearing except for in old Sears 
and JC Penney catalogs and in the early 1970's movie "Bless the Beasts 
and the Children." As much as I wanted to wear them during my "dark 
ages" period of no diapers, they were not available anymore in spite of 
my exhaustive searches through the boys' underwear department at K-Mart 
in hopes of finding them.
	The extra layers in Jay's underpants really accented his already 
prominently padded butt and drew even more attention to this part of 
his anatomy and its function. His underwear also came up quite high, 
although not as high as any of my diapers. Where he was getting these 
underpants of a bygone era in this day and age I didn't know, but it 
made me all the more curious to find out more about Jay and his life 
history and what made him into the near-diaper boy he had become.
	Most of the pairs showed some signs of prior poop staining, even 
through two layers of fabric for each pair. He was still taking his 
underwear off, throwing each removed pair into a pile inside his 
locker. I wanted to stand there and watch, but the other boys were 
getting suspicious and I had to get dressed. Just as I was about to 
walk away Jay looked behind him, seeing me standing there looking at 
his butt. He didn't seem to mind, but he made no acknowledgement of my 
presence otherwise. I pretended to lose the grip on my towel so that he 
could see the diaper I was wearing by deliberately dropping it onto the 
floor. I turned my butt to him as I bent over to pick it up. At this 
point I decided that I'd better get my diapered butt moving and get my 
regular clothes back on.
	My dick was trying to pierce through my diaper as I thought about 
what Jay looked like wearing all that underwear. How I wanted to get 
him to join my growing circle of diaper boy friends. Obviously he was a 
ripe candidate for a diaper wearer, not to mention just plain ripe as I 
could smell the poop in his underwear. While I couldn't see it, the 
outer pairs made it obvious that he shit-filled his underpants on a 
regular basis. Why he didn't wear real diapers remained a mystery to be 
solved, and I was damned determined to solve it.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 114
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	When the bell rang just about everyone was ready to leave the 
locker room. As mandated by Mr. Brown, we were to all wait inside the 
doors and we were not to leave until the bell rang. With everyone 
gathered at the front of the locker room, the rest of the class could 
watch us diaper boys finished getting dressed. Since I had left my 
diaper on I was dressed and ready to go before most of the other boys 
in "diaper row." Tony was busy taping his diaper up. The other boys 
were staring at him and the other boys who were diapering themselves, 
cracking jokes about them.
	"Better go help them with their diapers, Chris," one kid said.
	"Oh really, and why are you watching them?" I asked him.
	"Why are *you* watching them?" the kid asked me back.
	"Because they're my friends, I'm used to seeing other boys in 
diapers, and I'm secure enough about myself to see my friends naked," I 
replied.
	"You're a faggot, that's what you are!" the kid said.
	"What if I am?" I said, hoping the kid would leave me alone.
	"Then my friends and I will have to kick the shit out of you, 
that is, if there isn't any shit in your diapers."
	"You need your friends to help you?" I said. Big mistake. He 
shoved me up against the side of the lockers that led down the "diaper 
row."
	"No, I could rip you a new asshole single-handedly, you fuck!" he 
said angrily as he stared into my eyes. I felt helpless now as he let 
me go with a warning, so to speak. I walked away from him and the rest 
of the boys.
	"What are you gonna do, Chris, tattle on me to Coach Brown? Not 
like he's gonna give a shit about you or any of your diaper buddies."
	"Sure, whatever," I said, dismissing the jerk's remarks. I just 
ignored him and stood away from the others while I waited for the bell 
to ring. Jay was the only one left getting dressed as far as I could 
tell. He had returned from the shower and started putting his underwear 
on. He had taken it off in sets of four or five pairs. He put on the 
first group, which was badly stained with shit. I could see the inside 
of these pairs as he handled them. A solid swath of brown ran from the 
front to the back. The topmost pair was stained on the outside, so much 
that I couldn't even see the seams that marked the double-seat panels.
	Jay then covered these pairs up with another set of four or five 
underpants, putting them all on at once. These pairs appeared larger. 
They were dingy, but for the most part were white and didn't show any 
significant signs of stains. At this point he had a pretty impressive-
looking set of briefs on. I thought he might be done, but he was still 
putting more underwear on. This time he was putting his underwear on 
one pair at a time. I also noticed that he was alternating these pairs 
so that every other one was backwards. It looked funny seeing the fly 
of his underwear on his butt. As he turned around for a moment I could 
see the double panel of his underwear stretched tightly over his 
stomach, pulled up as high as it would go. He then put the next pair on 
the right way and then the next pair backwards. He repeated this for a 
couple more iterations.
	I wanted to walk over to Jay and talk to him, but doing so would 
have made me very conspicuous. By the time I decided "hell with it" and 
got ready to approach Jay the bell rang. I waited for the crowd of boys 
to bust out of the locker room before walking back up to the front. 
Tony had just finished getting dressed. As we left the locker room I 
looked behind me once more, seeing that Jay was still busy putting his 
underpants on with a big pile of briefs still remaining on the bench. I 
wanted to stick around and see how many pairs he would put on as well 
as to hopefully ask him if he would like to join us for lunch.
	While Tony and I walked to math class we talked about Jay. I told 
Tony about what I had observed while watching him get dressed.
	"Wow! Just like you used to do," Tony said.
	"And then some," I said. "You should have seen the shit stains in 
his underwear!"
	This comment drew some stares from other students who were 
passing by. Tony just laughed.
	"If they're anything like the shit stains in your diapers, then 
they must have been impressive."
	"At least my diapers are soaked and get washed," I said. "I don't 
think he ever washes his underwear from the way it looked."
	"Were all of them stained?" Tony asked.
	"Just the first few pairs," I said. "Then he kept putting on more 
and more underwear. I wouldn't be surprised if he had on twenty pairs 
when I looked at him before we left the locker room." My dick was hard 
as I thought about it more and more, retaining the images of Jay in my 
mind.
	"Maybe we can find him during lunch," Tony suggested. "Since he 
doesn't look like he has any friends he'll probably be sitting alone."
	At this point Tony and I parted ways and headed to our fifth 
period classes. I walked into Mr. Eastman's reading class and prepared 
myself for 45 minutes of a dull, boring discussion.
	It was hard not to think about what I saw in the locker room 
while Mr. Eastman droned on. I started doodling and drawing pictures of 
Jay in his indeterminately layered underpants. I exaggerated the 
double-seat panels on his rear end by drawing them wider and making 
them appear even thicker, as if he were wearing triple-seated 
underpants. It brought back such fond memories of my own underwear-
messing days. I was getting so excited that I wanted to be excused for 
a diaper change just so that I could sneak into the bathroom and jack 
off. I had a raging boner that was desperate for more attention. 
Certainly this beat sitting there watching the clock's hands slowly 
rotating, and then going back to my drawing. I thought about how nice 
it would be to get to know Jay and perhaps welcome him to our Diaper 
Boys of America. club, even if he didn't wear real diapers.
	Suddenly my thoughts about Jay were abruptly halted when Mr. 
Eastman called out my name and said, "Ahem, would you care to share 
your artwork with the rest of the class?"
	"Sorry, sir," I said as I was blushing and closing my spiral 
notebook.
	"I don't want to see you doing that again," Mr. Eastman said 
sternly as he pointed at my desk. "If I do, I'll hang your drawing up 
so that the rest of the class can see it. This is NOT an art class!"
	Mr. Eastman then turned his back to the blackboard to continue 
writing his notes.
	"This is not an art class," I mocked Mr. Eastman to myself while 
giving him the finger under my desk. I opened my spiral notebook again 
and turned to the next page, deciding to come back to the drawing I was 
working on at another time. I hastily scribbled down the notes that had 
already been written, but by then Mr. Eastman had erased the board and 
moved on to the next exercise.
	12;15 at last! How nice it was to hear the lunch dismissal bell 
to ring. I gathered up my stuff and put it into my backpack before 
leaving the class. On my way out the kid behind me snickered and said, 
"you got busted!"
	"Shut your ass up!" I said to him.
	"What were you drawing?" he asked me. "I bet you it was a picture 
of you or one of your diaper friends pooping his pants."
	"Close," I said. "He was pooping, but he wasn't wearing any 
pants, so he couldn't have been pooping in his pants. He was wearing 
diapers."
	"Of course," the kid said. "So who was it? Your brother?"
	"Nope. Don't have any brothers," I said as I continued to walk up 
the hallway, making no eye contact with the kid.
	"You have sisters?"
	"Yeah, but they don't wear diapers. I told you it was a 'he.'"
	"I'm surprised," the kid said.
	"Surprised at what?" I asked, feeling concerned, trying to 
correctly interpret the ambiguity of his question. "That my sisters 
don't wear diapers, or that my drawing had a boy in it?"
	"Why does that matter?" the kid asked.
	"You don't think girls would wear diapers, do you?"
	"I dunno, I don't know any, but I betcha everyone in your family 
wears diapers."
	"Nope, I'm the only one," I said. "Neither of my sisters wears 
them."
	"What about that fat chick I saw you talking to?" This kid wasn't 
going to let up. Maybe he was really trying to be friends with me, but 
the tone of his voice indicated that he was trying to get a rise out of 
me.
	Oh, Megan? She doesn't wear diapers, either."
	"So what makes her butt so big?" the kid asked.
	"She just has a big butt, all right?" I replied, getting annoyed 
and losing my patience.
	"And how would you know?" the kid asked. God, I was so ready to 
kick him in the balls about now.
	"Just leave me the hell alone!" I snapped. He kept going, having 
a good laugh with himself as I stopped at my locker and dropped off my 
book bag. I then followed the throngs of students all funneling their 
way into the cafeteria. As I stood in line I looked around for Jay, 
hoping to spot him. No such luck. Fortunately I never saw Chuck or 
Steve, though. I grabbed my lunch and went to our table. On the way 
over I looked around, hoping to spot Jay. I still didn't see him, so I 
just took my seat and joined Tony, Luke and Bryce. I told Luke and 
Bryce about Jay and they were excited to hear this story.
	"Let's see if we can find him," Luke said. "What's he look like?"
	"I don't know what he's wearing today," I said. "I only saw him 
in his gym clothes and when he was in his underwear, and boy was he 
ever in his underwear!"
	"More than what I wore?" Luke asked.
	"It was pretty thick, twenty pairs, I think," I said. "Who's 
counting at that point?"
	I then asked Luke how he was getting along wearing diapers since 
the break.
	"I've gotten through P.E. and that was the worst of it," Luke 
said. "I'm still dry wearing this one."
	Luke then asked me how my P.E. class went.
	"Same shit as I expected from Mr. Brown," I said. "He did the 
same thing in the locker room. Then he made us all run around the track 
and called us diaper boys wimps because most of us finished last. I 
don't think he likes us for some reason."
	After we finished lunch we got up and walked around the cafeteria 
looking for Jay. Of course Luke and Bryce had no idea who to look for, 
so they just followed us. We nearly circled the cafeteria, looking for 
a kid sitting alone. No such luck. Tony and I decided to split off. 
Bryce went with me while Luke went with Tony. We decided to circle the 
cafeteria and meet back at the entryway if neither of us saw him. I was 
about halfway around the cafeteria when I finally spotted Jay.
	"There he is!" I said. "Go find Tony and tell him to meet us over 
here."
	My assumption about Jay being alone was proven to be incorrect. 
He was sitting with three older girls who had to have been eighth 
graders. Either he was popular with the girls and none of the boys 
wanted to be friends with a kid who wore poopy underpants, or at least 
one of these girls was his sister. Just seeing that Jay was sitting 
there in twenty pairs of underpants with three girls who probably all 
knew about it, was making my dick hard, especially if one of them 
turned out to be his sister.
	While standing there thinking about how to make my approach I 
studied the other three girls, trying to guess which one of them, if 
any, was Jay's sister. Jay was facing the other way. The shirt he was 
wearing was almost too small for him. It didn't come down far enough to 
drape over his pants or to be tucked in, so this exposed the 
innumerable waistband stripe colors and patterns that marked Jay's 
underpants. They came up well above his pants, which themselves must 
have been getting too small. The leg openings were frayed and I could 
see his ankles and his socks. The pants themselves looked well worn.
	The girl sitting next to Jay wasn't dressed much more 
glamorously, either. Her shirt was also a bit on the small side, but at 
least where it left her back exposed I could see bare skin. Her pants 
were in better shape than Jay's. There was enough of a space between 
her body and her pants that I could see that she wasn't wearing 
anything more than probably a single pair of panties. Her hair was long 
and straight, no fancy hairstyle.
	I had a feeling that this girl was Jay's sister. Not only was she 
sitting next to him and apparently accustomed to his poop odors, the 
other two girls looked like they came from more affluent families. They 
were wearing designer jeans and they each had on a blouse and a vest. 
They were also wearing costume jewelry and they had their hair done up 
all nice and pretty. The girl next to Jay was dressed more like Jay 
himself, minus about nineteen pairs of underwear.
	One of the girls across the table saw me standing there and she 
looked at me, knowing I had been there for awhile studying them.
	"Hi!" she said as she waved. Jay and his presumed sister then 
turned around and looked at me. Jay didn't say anything but his 
presumed sister said hello.
	"Don't be shy, we don't bite!" said the third girl.
	"Are you looking for someone?" the girl I presumed to be Jay's 
sister asked.
	"Yeah, I wanted to talk to your brother," I said. "He *is* your 
brother, right?"
	"Yes, he is," the girl said. "I'm his sister."
	"Well, that would make sense," I said, "being that he's your 
brother and all."
	The other girls laughed. Jay looked nervous as I walked up to him 
and held out my hand.
	"I'm Chris, we met in P.E., remember?" I said.
	"Yeah," he said quietly, only making brief eye contact.
	"Jay, I think he wants to be friends with you," his sister said 
to him.
	Jay brushed back his bangs which appeared to have become 
overgrown by a lack of visits to the barber shop. His hair itself 
wasn't very well groomed and it was becoming more obvious that he had 
come from a poor family. I suddenly felt sorry for the kid and I wanted 
to be his friend more than ever.
	While I stood there with my back turned to Jay's sister-- whose 
name had yet to be determined-- I adjusted my shirt so that she could 
see that I had a diaper on underneath my pants and would know that her 
brother and I had something in common, well, for the most part anyway.
	"It's okay," I said to Jay as he wasn't ready to accept my hand 
and shake to commence our friendship. I didn't just want to walk away, 
never to form such a potentially wonderful friendship.
	"What do you want?" Jay asked.
	"I'd like to be your friend," I said.
	"Why do you want to be friends?" Jay asked. He was very leery of 
me and seemed to not trust my intentions.
	"Friends are good people," I said. "Don't you want friends?"
	"He doesn't trust anybody," Jay's sister explained.
	"Jay, he's not here to hurt you," his sister told him.
	"No, of course not!" I said. "Why would I want to do that?"
	"Because everybody else does," Jay replied back.
	"I know how you feel," I said in a low, pleasant voice. "I don't 
trust a lot of people, either, and it's because there are some things 
people don't like about me."
	"What don't people like about you?" Jay asked me.
	"They think I'm weird," I said.
	"They think I'm weird, too," Jay replied back.
	"Probably for the same reason," I added, hoping this would lead 
me into what I wanted to talk to Jay about.
	"What do they think is weird about you?" Jay asked me. I figured 
now was the time to make my move and let Jay see my diaper. I lifted my 
shirt and let him and anyone within sight of me see it. Jay's sister, 
of course, already saw my diaper showing and she wasn't surprised now, 
but the two girls across from her both giggled.
	"I wear diapers," I said.
	"We can see that," one of the other girls said.
	"Is that why you want to be friends with me?" Jay said.
	"That's part of it," I answered. "That, and I really think you 
would be happier if you had some friends to hang out with. I mean shit, 
nothing against your sister or nothing, but wouldn't it be cool to not 
have to hang with her and her friends instead?"
	I looked at Jay's sister, preparing an apology for saying the 
wrong thing about her as I analyzed my words.
	"It's okay," she said. "I've been hoping Jay would find some 
friends of his own once he got to middle school so he wouldn't have to 
start sitting with me and my friends like he did throughout grade 
school. Last year he didn't have anyone to hang out with because I was 
here and he was still in elementary school, so I was hoping he would do 
it then. You don't know how much this means to me."
	"I'm sure it means a lot," I said. "I know my sisters would never 
want me sitting with them at school," I said. I felt like I had broken 
the ice, at least with Jay's sister.
	"My name's Chris, by the way," I re-introduced myself.
	"I'm Lori," his sister said to me.
	"I'm Audrey, the first girl said.
	"And I'm Joan," the second girl introduced herself as she 
adjusted the big plastic hoop that she had in her hair.
	Jay hesitantly extended his hand out. With this I shook hands 
with him.
	"Congratulations, Jay!" Lori said to him. "You finally found a 
friend!"
	Jay returned a smile to his sister. In addition to his small body 
and younger overall appearance, he had such a young-looking face, and 
seeing him smile made him look quite charming in spite of his otherwise 
poor hygiene. He had buck teeth, which seemed to add to his character 
somehow.
	"Well, girls, I think we can leave now, let my brother and his 
new friend need to talk and get to know each other," Lori said as she 
and her friends got up from the table. As Lori got up I looked at her 
ass just to be sure she wasn't wearing anything like a diaper, that, 
and I just liked looking at girl's butts anyway. I took the chair 
across from Jay, sensing and savoring the warmth that Audrey had left 
behind. Jay was still quiet and reserved and he wasn't making much eye 
contact, but at least he had accepted me, which I felt was the biggest 
hurdle to clear.
	"So why do you wear diapers?" Jay asked me while he idly picked 
at the tab on his empty soda can.
	"At first, it was because I wanted to wear them, but now it's 
also because I have to wear them," I said. "It's a long story, but I'd 
love to tell you if you want to hear it all."
	I hoped he would start asking some more questions or maybe 
explain to me his own circumstances regarding his reasons for coming to 
school wearing an estimated twenty pairs of underwear.
	"How long have you worn diapers?" he asked me.
	"Ever since I was eight, almost four years ago," I said. In fact, 
having recalled the number of days that I had been in diapers according 
to my diary program, I told Jay that I had been in diapers now for 
exactly 1,405 days.
	"Wow, you keep track of how long you have worn diapers?" Jay 
asked.
	"Yeah, every day my computer tells me how long I have been in 
diapers," I said.
	"You have a computer?" Jay asked.
	"Not me myself, no," I said. "My family has one. I'm hoping we'll 
get a new one this Christmas so I can get the old one and use it for my 
diaper stuff."
	"Diaper stuff?" Jay asked. "Like what?"
	"Oh let's see, stories, pictures I have tried to draw which don't 
turn out very good, things like that," I said.
	"We don't have a computer," Jay said. This didn't surprise me, 
being that he looked to be so poor.
	"Maybe you can come over and we can play some games on it or 
something," I said, hoping that maybe Jay would want to join me after 
school today.
	"I'd have to ask my Mom," Jay said. "I've never had to ask my Mom 
if I could go to a friend's house before."
	"You think she'll let you?" I asked Jay.
	"Maybe, I dunno," he said. He sounded uncomfortable again. "I 
don't get to leave the house very much."
	"That's too bad," I said.
	"I can't because I don't have anything to wear," he said quietly. 
This piqued my curiosity.
	"What do you mean, you don't have anything to wear?" I asked him.
	"I'll explain it to you when we're alone, since I think I can 
trust you to tell you about me," he said.
	"Sure!" I said, perking up not only to affirm my pledge to keep 
everything he told me a secret, but also because I was so eager to find 
out why he wore so many underpants. What I was really wanting to know 
was why he didn't just wear regular diapers. I had a good feeling that 
I would have my answers as our friendship developed.
	I had gotten so engrossed in my one-on-one conversation with Jay 
that I had lost track of time and had forgotten about Bryce, Tony and 
Luke. I looked at my watch and it read 12:43 PM, twelve minutes until 
sixth period started.
	"Where the hell are they?" I mumbled.
	"Who's 'they?'" Jay asked, sounding paranoid.
	"Oh, three other guys," I said. "They're my friends."
	"Are they like you?" Jay asked.
	"You mean, do they wear diapers?" I asked, prodding Jay.
	"Yeah," Jay replied.
	"Oh yes, of course they do!" I said. "That's what keeps us all 
together," I said. "It's our common bond."
	"You said you like wearing diapers?" Jay asked me.
	"More than I can say in words," I said. I didn't want to get into 
discussing my diaper fetish too much with Jay at this, the beginning 
stage of our friendship.
	"Do you think I can trust them?" Jay asked.
	"I'm sure you can," I said. "They're all pretty cool. I know 
they'll like you."
	I was about to get up from the table and invite Jay to come with 
me when I saw Tony, Luke and Bryce return to the cafeteria.
	"Where the hell were you guys?" I asked Tony, sounding somewhat 
miffed.
	"We sort of got sidetracked," Tony said.
	"How's that?" I asked, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
	"Well, I thought I saw Jay outside through the window, so after 
we went around the cafeteria we went outside and tried to catch up to 
him, and then we walked up to him and turned out to be someone else," 
Tony explained.
	"Yeah, and he was a real jerk, too," Bryce said. "Him and his 
friends called us a bunch of diaper faggots and they were giving us all 
crap."
	"Sorry, didn't mean to keep you waiting," Tony apologized.
	"That's okay," I said, "and I'm sorry if I might have sounded 
like a prick, I just was wondering what had happened to you all. 
Anyway, I've been sitting here talking to Jay, welcoming him to our 
group."
	Tony and Luke sat in the remaining two chairs while Bryce grabbed 
a chair from another table and joined us. Each of the other boys 
introduced themselves.
	"Show him your diapers," I recommended to the other boys. They 
all stood up and lifted their shirts, letting Jay see their diapers.
	"I wear diapers, too, sort of, Jay said. He got up and, without 
really having to lift his shirt we could all see the bunches of 
waistbands running unevenly around Jay's waist. The pairs that he had 
put on backwards came up a lot higher in the front and I could see the 
waistbands from these pairs showing through his thin, white T-shirt. I 
could even see the double-layered seats.
	"Why don't you just wear diapers like we do?" Tony asked Jay 
sincerely.
	"This is what my Mom has me wear," Jay said. I then intervened.
	"Uhh, guys, we can talk about diapers more once we're in 
private," I said. In a whisper I said, "Jay's a little shy about it." I 
then smiled to Jay and let him know that I was preventing him from 
embarrassment. He smiled back, expressing his appreciation for my being 
sensitive to his feelings.
	"So when can we all get together?" Luke asked.
	"I have to ask my Mom if I can come over to you guys's places," 
Jay said. "Maybe tomorrow."
	"Sounds cool," Bryce said. "Hey, maybe he can come to the diaper 
meeting this weekend!"
	"Doesn't he have to be a member?" Luke said.
	"He can come as a guest," I said. "After all, how else can we get 
new members if don't invite guests?"
	"Good point," Tony said.
	"What's this, a club you guys are talking about?" Jay asked us.
	"Yeah, it's a club called Diaper Boys of America, D.B.A. for 
short," I said. "It's a club for boys who wear diapers."
	"What about me?" Jay asked, pointing out that he wasn't wearing 
real diapers.
	"You're close enough," I said. "I'm sure the club rules would 
allow you to join."
	I didn't want to bring up the fact that it was necessary for 
members to pay dues in order to be officially recognized. I knew that 
Jay, given his signs of living in poverty, would not likely be able to 
pay the dues, but he could always sit in on the meetings as a guest.
	"How many of you are there in the club?" Jay asked.
	"Let's see..." I said as I mumbled each member's name and counted 
them up on my fingers.
	"Me, Tony, Bryce, Luke, uhhh... Nathan, that's five...Aaron, 
and..."
	Tony saw me slamming my palm against my forehead as I was 
straining to recall the last member's name.
	"Shit, who am I missing?" I said out loud. "I know there's one 
more."
	"Derek," Tony said with a satisfied look on his face.
	"Damn, how could I miss Derek?!" I said as I snapped my fingers. 
"Okay, that makes seven."
	"Eight when his little brother turns five," Tony added.
	"Yeah, Steven's gonna be five in January," I said. "Maybe 
Melanie's brother Tyler, that will be nine, as soon as he turns five."
	"Wow," Jay said. "I didn't know that there were so many kid who 
wore diapers, or well, something like diapers."
	"I used to wear what you're wearing now," Luke said.
	"Same here," I said.
	"Derek did it before he got put into diapers," I added.
	"I did it, too," Bryce said.
	"See?" I said to Jay as I lightly nudged him with my elbow. 
"You're not alone."
	"Thanks guys," Jay said with a relieved smile. "I really do feel 
a lot better now. I have real friends now."
	"We're glad to have you in our group," I said as I put my arm 
around Jay. At this time the five-minute warning bell had sounded. The 
cafeteria was virtually empty now and they were going around wiping 
down the tables.
	"Shit, there's the bell, time to haul my diapered butt off to 
class," I said.
	"Same here," Tony said.
	"See you tomorrow in P.E.," I said to Jay before we all diverged 
for our sixth period classes.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 115
----------------------------

	I walked into Life Science with about two minutes to go before 
the bell rang. I felt guilty about not finishing my reading assignment. 
Megan brushed her hair back and said "hello" with her alluring smile.
	"Oh, hi," I said as I took my seat next to her, making sure she'd 
see my diaper showing above my pants before I planted my butt in the 
chair.
	"Did you finish your reading last night?" I asked Megan as I got 
out my book.
	"Nahh," she said. "I got bored with it after awhile."
	"Same here," I said. "How did P.E. class go?"
	"It's okay, I guess," Megan said as her smile disappeared.
	"What don't you like about it?" I asked her.
	"Some of the girls made fun of me for being fat. I went in the 
shower and one of the girls called me a 'Pig Butt.'"
	"They call me 'Diaper Butt,'" I said.
	"I know they do, and I'm one of them who does, and I know you're 
cool with it," Megan said. "I just wish I could be cool with them 
calling me that. What's worse is that some of them are saying that *I* 
wear diapers."
	"What?!" I exclaimed loudly enough to draw attention from others 
in the classroom.
	"Yeah, because I talk to you they think I wear diapers like you 
do. Some of them are saying 'Hey Megan, since you talk to Diaper Boy, 
now we know what makes your butt look so big.'"
	"But you don't, I mean-- you don't, right?" I said as I looked 
over at Megan's behind to make sure she didn't suddenly start wearing 
them.
	"Of course I don't, silly," Megan said as she saw me looking down 
the back of her pants, where I could just barely catch a glimpse of her 
paper-thin panties that were down about an inch below the top of her 
blue jeans.
	"You just wanted to look at my butt anyway, didn't you?" she 
said, causing me to feel embarrassed.
	"Yeah, I just like looking back there," I said with a sheepish 
smile.
	"At least you appreciate my big butt," she said.
	"Do you appreciate my diaper butt?" I asked Megan.
	"Yeah, and it's the cutest butt I've seen so far," she said 
flirtatiously. I was getting hard now.
	By this time the bell had rung and Ms. Watson was ready to begin 
the class. We discussed last night's reading assignment and I picked up 
on the parts that I didn't get to. We then moved on to the next portion 
of the chapter, which involved having to copy down several pages of 
notes. About halfway through the class I was getting bored, and 
apparently so was Megan as she was playing with her long red hair, 
wrapping it around her finger.
	"What are you doing after school today?" Megan whispered to me.
	"Well, I was gonna go to Luke's house, now that he's gotten some 
diapers now," I said.
	"Oh, okay," Megan said, sounding somewhat dejected like she did 
yesterday when I told her that I had other plans. "How did things go 
last night?"
	"Great," I said. "I went in there just wearing diapers and a 
shirt."
	"You went to the *mall* in just your diapers?" Megan asked with 
her mouth agape. Once again heads were turning from nearby students who 
were also being turned into zombies by the dull lecture.
	"Yeah, I was just wearing a long shirt over them, but then I got 
this shirt before I left," I answered, pointing out to Megan my new 
Batman shirt that I got at the mall last night and decided to wear to 
school today. I explained to Megan how I got the shirt for free.
	"So I changed into it and wore it out of the store, so then 
everyone saw my diapers fully showing when we left. Luke was the same 
way, just diapers and a shirt."
	"You guys are brave!" Megan said. "That'd be like me going to the 
mall in my underwear."
	"I wouldn't mind seeing that," I said.
	"You already have," Megan said.
	"I know, and even less than that, too," I added.
	At this point Ms. Watson cleared her throat and raised her voice.
	"It seems that a few of you are not paying attention!" she said. 
"There's going to be a quiz on this material, so I would advise you all 
to stop talking and listen right now!"
	I hurriedly copied the notes that were on the overhead projector 
and feigned interest in Ms. Watson's lecture for as long as I could. I 
knew some of this stuff anyway, comparing the differences between plant 
life and animal life. Ms. Watson then asked the class for some examples 
from the reading lesson. Arnold then spoke up.
	"Uhhh, huh huh, animals, like, you know, have to take a dump, and 
plants don't," he said, using Butthead's voice. Everybody started 
laughing.
	"Arnold, one more remark like that and I will send you straight 
to Mr. Swain's office! Is that understood?!" Ms. Watson warned sternly.
	"Yes, ma'am," Arnold said in a more subdued voice. The class 
discussion resumed. I wanted to ask Megan about her plans after school, 
but I didn't want to risk getting sent to Mr. Swain's office. We were 
then given our reading assignment and at that time the bell rang. Megan 
and I walked to our lockers together again and this gave us a couple 
minutes to talk.
	"Would you like to come over after school sometime?" Megan asked 
me.
	"Sure," I said. The way Megan said this caused my dick to stiffen 
up again.
	"I'm sure you can pencil me in somewhere," Megan said half-
jokingly.
	"Yeah, the boys and the diaper club have me pretty busy, you 
know," I said in an apologetic tone.
	"Then maybe I should join the club if I want to see you," Megan 
said with a smirk on her face.
	"You don't wear diapers, and you're a girl," I said, hoping she 
wasn't serious about any of this. At this point the club was open to 
boys and girls, but because membership has shown to be all boys so far, 
we were going to vote on making it officially an all-boys club at the 
next meeting this Saturday.
	"I know that," Megan said. "But *somebody* has to change all 
those diapers for you boys," she said.
	"Oh yeah, we can always use a few more designated diaper 
changers," I said. "Especially If the club keeps growing and more boys 
start coming to the meetings."
	"I'd be happy to oblige," Megan offered.
	"Have you met new friends yet?" I asked Megan.
	"Yeah, I know a couple of nice girls so far, but I sure do miss 
Tracy, though," she said, lamenting her best friend since kindergarten 
moving on her in the middle of last school year. This would be as 
devastating as having Tony move away on me, even with all the other 
friends I now knew.
	"For now I'm usually home alone after school," Megan said, as if 
to be baiting the hook, so to speak. "I thought maybe we could maybe, 
you know, work on our Life Science homework together."
	"Sure, that sounds good," I said nervously, knowing damn well 
that doing homework together wasn't what she really had in mind. "Why 
are you home alone?"
	"Mom and Dad are at work, Scott has soccer, and Bobby has 
football practice," Megan answered.
	"So, you're all alone?" I asked Megan again.
	"Yep," she said with a suggestive smile.
	"And your parents trust you to be alone?"
	"Let's just say they don't know me very well," Megan said, using 
a naughty-girl type of voice.
	I stood there for a moment, thinking about whether or not to 
cancel my plans to visit Luke or to at least arrange it so I could see 
him later. I figured Tony was still going over there with him, and I 
knew Tony wouldn't be jealous if I went to Megan's house first. I could 
always join Tony at Luke's house later on.
	"Okay, I can come over for a little while," I said, being unable 
to resist the temptation now.
	"You sure?" Megan asked me.
	"Yeah, I'll just tell Tony what I'm doing, he'll be cool about 
it."
	"Okay, see you after school," Megan said as she walked off, 
shaking her wide hips in a suggestive fashion. Man, was I ever getting 
hard. I even thought about going into the bathroom to jack off, but I 
didn't want to incur a tardy on account of this. At the same time, 
though. I was also getting more confused about myself. Thinking about 
Jay wearing his thick multi-layered double-seated underpants and 
shitting in them made me just as hard, especially as I had just taken a 
crap in my diaper in the hallway. As expected, this grossed out the 
girl next to me when her nose caught my odors. It wasn't a big dump, 
not big enough to warrant a trip to Nurse Wilson's office, but enough 
for Megan to deal with if she wanted to do anything beyond doing 
homework together.
	Having diverted my thoughts away from Jay's situation with his 
underpants, I went back to thinking about what Megan and I might be 
doing later on today, which retained my erection at its fullest 
attainable level without being aided by jacking off. Even the rubbing 
of my wet and poopy diaper against me as I walked made me feel like I 
was about to come right there in the hallway. I mulled over these 
conflicting thoughts between diapers and Megan as I walked into Mr. 
Williams' art class. I sat down next to Angela. She asked me if my 
sister knew her brother.
	"She knows who he is, but she doesn't really know him that much," 
I said.
	"How did Mr. Brown treat you?"
	"About like the condition of my diapers right now," I said. 
Angela was quick to pick up on the hint, especially when she smelled my 
bowel movement. She didn't seem to be bothered by it and was probably 
used to such odors from her older brother. I told Angela about all the 
things he put us through today and she tried to give me sympathy, 
knowing what her older brother Todd had been through with Mr. Brown.
	Angela also told me that Todd had been to Kidz Klothez to get 
some Thickies diapers and mentioned seeing the flyers for the D.B.A. 
club.
	"That's cool," I said. "Because me and my friend Tony are the 
Directors for the club," I said. "If Todd wants to, he can come to the 
meeting this Saturday and sit in as a guest."
	"I'm sure he'd be glad to come," Angela said. "He's pretty nice."
	Mr. Williams gave us some basic drawing exercises and the class 
period pretty much went without much incident. Before the bell rang Mr. 
Williams reminded us all to have our supplies by Friday.
	I went to the bus and sat down with Tony. On the way home I 
explained to him that Megan invited me over after school and asked him 
how long he would be at Luke's house.
	"At least a couple hours," Tony said. "Just as long as I get home 
before dark," he said.
	"I probably won't spend too long at Megan's," I said. "She knows 
I want to come see you guys afterwards. Besides, she only has the house 
to herself until about 5:00."
	As expected, Tony was cool with my change of plans and he didn't 
mind that I was going to be with Megan. I said goodbye to him and told 
him I would see him later. When I got home I ran into the house, hoping 
that Lisa or Cindy wouldn't question where I was going or why I was 
leaving again in such a hurry. Cindy was gone, but Lisa was there.
	"Could you tell Mom that I'm going to Luke's house?" I asked 
Lisa.
	"I'm going to be gone before Mom gets home," Lisa said. "I have 
to work tonight."
	"Oh, never mind then," I said. With this I wrote a note for Mom, 
explaining that I would be at Luke's house. Obviously I left out the 
detail about going to Megan's house first.
	"How's your diaper?" Lisa asked me.
	"It's fine," I said.
	"I can smell it from here that you need a change," Lisa said.
	"I know, but Luke's going to practice changing diapers and he's 
gonna change me," I said, making up a good excuse to not get changed 
right then and there.
	"Okay," Lisa said. I don't know if she was wanting to change me 
or just making sure that I was taking care of myself and trying to get 
me to become more independent and encourage me to change my own 
diapers.
	I grabbed my book bag, not because Megan and I were really going 
to do any homework, but because it contained a supply of diapers and 
that Megan would be changing me when I got there, at least I was hoping 
this was what she wanted to do, among other things.
	Knowing that each precious second I saved getting to Megan's 
house would mean more time to be alone with her, I pedaled my bike over 
to her house as quickly as I could. I hid my bike in the shrubbery in 
case someone came home early. Seeing that there were no cars in the 
driveway, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping that 
Megan and only Megan would be there.
	"Hello," she greeted me as she opened the door. She had since 
then changed out of her blue jeans and blouse and into a pair of high-
cut shorts and a tight T-shirt.
	"Come on in," she said. She closed the door behind me and locked 
it. She invited me over to the couch and told me to have a seat. I was 
very nervous, but at the same time very excited, too.
	"So, are we doing homework?" I asked her.
	"Oh come on," Megan said. "You didn't *really* think that's what 
I had in mind, was it?" she asked me.
	"Nah, I didn't think so," I said as my voice cracked.
	"Relax," Megan told me in a soft voice. Have a seat. I'll bring 
you something to drink."
	"Great, you have Coke?"
	"Sure, I'll get you one."
	As Megan turned towards the kitchen I stared at her nice, large 
butt. I rubbed myself as I thought about what we would probably be 
doing later this afternoon.
	We spent the first few minutes sitting on the couch together 
while watching TV. I'm sure she didn't want to just cut to the chase 
and wanted to at least give me a few minutes to get settled in. During 
this time we talked about different things. Megan talked about the new 
girls she had met and had hoped that they would be as fun as Tracy was. 
I told Megan about Jay.
	"Oh, just like what you used to wear," Megan said. She then told 
me about her nine-year-old brother Scott having diarrhea over the 
weekend and how she told him to deal with it.
	"I told him to put all his underwear on and wear it like a 
diaper," Megan said. He refused and then got mad, so Mom asked me what 
he was yelling about and I told her. And you know what she said?"
	"What did she say?"
	"She said, 'that's a good idea, Megan.' And she sent Scott to his 
room and told him to keep putting on his underwear until he couldn't 
fit any more pairs."
	"Cool!" I said. "How many pairs did he have on?"
	"I have no idea, but I can assure you it was a lot," Megan 
answered, knowing this was what I would want to hear.
	"So Mom asked me where I got that idea, and I told her that I 
knew a boy at school who wore his underwear like that."
	"Do you think he liked it?" I asked Megan.
	"He said he didn't, but I think he did," Megan said. "He didn't 
take it off until 11:00 Sunday morning."
	"Did he poop in it?"
	"Oh yeah, he did, he definitely did," Megan replied. "He 
complained about not being able to get all his underwear off when he 
had to go, but Mom said that he was getting all his underwear dirty 
anyway and told him to just poop in his diaper. She even called it a 
diaper."
	"Did he wear any pajamas over it?" came my next question.
	"Nope, he got those dirty, so he had to wear his underwear out in 
the open."
	"Awesome!" I said.
	"Oh, and I took some pictures of him, too!" Megan said. "I'll let 
you see the pictures as soon as the roll gets developed."
	Megan and I continued to watch TV some more. Actually, she was 
more or less flipping through channels. Not much on at this time of 
day. It was mostly talk shows on the network stations and there wasn't 
much on cable, either. During this time I thought about Megan's little 
brother possibly being a potential diaper boy.
	"Do you think your brother would like to wear diapers?" I asked 
Megan.
	"Hard to say," Megan said. "Like I said, he didn't seem to mind 
staying in his underwear and not changing it until Mom told him to get 
dressed at 11:00."
	"Maybe we can plant one of my diapers in his room and then see if 
he takes it and uses it."
	"We could do that, but then he might wonder where the diaper came 
from," Megan said. "He already knows about you, of course. He'll know 
you were here."
	"Tell him that you asked me to give you a diaper at school," I 
suggested.
	"Okay, but then I would have to explain why I brought the diaper 
home and planted it in his room," Megan said. "I don't think it's gonna 
work. And I still don't know for sure if he would like to wear diapers 
just because he didn't get dressed until late that morning."
	"Yeah, maybe you're right," I said, agreeing that there was too 
much risk involved. I had a feeling that if her brother saw a diaper in 
his drawer he would probably want to save it and use it when nobody was 
around. He'd probably know that Megan planted it there but wouldn't 
want her to know that he had found it and used it. My intuition was 
telling me that this bet was in my favor. I didn't want to argue with 
Megan about it just as I was getting hornier by the minute.
	The time was 3:45 PM and there was a little more than an hour to 
go before someone was expected to come home. Megan was obviously 
getting bored with the TV and we were running out of other things to 
talk about, so she was getting ready to make her first move. She hinted 
at this by moving closer to me.
	"You're starting to smell, Chris," she said. "I think you need a 
diaper change."
	"Okay," I said, feeling nervous.
	"Take your pants off and get down on the floor and I'll take care 
of you," she said. I stood up and started removing my pants, but then 
Megan stopped me.
	"Hold it," she said. "Let me have the honors." With this, Megan 
unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing to her my very wet 
and soiled diaper. She felt the front of it, running her hand several 
times over the tent that my hard dick was making in my diaper. She then 
grabbed at the crotch of my diaper, feeling the wet diaper material.
	"Ooh! You're a wet boy, aren't you!" she said. She told me to 
hold still for a moment. She went into the bathroom to get a towel. She 
spread it out on the floor and told me to lie down on it. I took my 
position and Megan removed the diaper. My dick stood at full attention 
as Megan noted how happy "Mr. Happy" was right now.
	"Oh boy, we's gots a mess to cleans up," she said in a cute voice 
as she looked at my poopy bottom. She made another trip to the bathroom 
to get a wash rag. She brought it over to me, using a small bucket 
filled with warm water to soak it in. She then wiped my bottom clean 
and rinsed out the rag in the bucket, repeating this process until my 
butt was clean. She ran the rag all over my balls and my dick to wipe 
up the urine. After she got the initial layers of pee and poop cleaned 
off, she went back to the bathroom and emptied out the bucket. She 
rinsed it clean and she rinsed the rag she used to eliminate any 
incriminating evidence. Meanwhile I just lay there anticipating what 
was yet to come. I played with myself while thinking about Megan. I 
then reminded myself to stop and not to "waste it" before Megan had her 
turn.
	Megan returned with a dry washcloth and she wiped my butt dry, 
working her way up through my crotch and over my balls and then my 
dick.
	"Let me know if I'm overdoing it," Megan said, knowing how 
sensitive we boys were to these things and how long it takes us to 
"recharge."
	"You're fine," I said. After Megan dried me off she got one of my 
Thickies diapers out of my book bag. She knew the routine well. She had 
me lift my butt up so that she could slide the diaper in place beneath 
me. She pulled it up tightly into my crotch. My balls and my dick were 
forced upward by the force that Megan applied to the diaper. She then 
fastened the tapes. After my diaper was on tightly and securely Megan 
"examined" the front of my diaper some more by running her hand over it 
several times.
	At this point I was done. Megan, of course, took this opportunity 
to pat my diapered bottom. I asked her what she was going to do with my 
wet and dirty diaper.
	"Take it with you when you leave and dump it in some unsuspecting 
shmuck's garbage can," she suggested. We giggled as I thought about how 
funny this would be as I imagined the reaction that the person would 
get from finding my soiled diaper in their trash. Perhaps I could leave 
it in the trash at Chuck's house on my way to Luke's house, but that 
would be too obvious in case anyone spotted it.
	Megan stood before me, looking at the diaper she just put on me.
	"How did I do?" she asked.
	"You did good, really good," I said. I then looked down at her 
shorts, staring at the button and the zipper. Megan grabbed my hands 
and directed them to the button.
	"Your turn," she said. Without hesitation I proceeded to remove 
her shorts. I pulled them down and revealed her panties, which had been 
dampened in the front from her own excitement. When I had her shorts to 
her ankles she stepped out of them and then kicked them away, landing 
on top of my pants.
	I could feel the tension mounting. How I wish Megan hadn't 
diapered me just yet.
	"Sit down," Megan told me as she directed me back to the couch.
	"Okay," I said, wondering why she was having me sit down.
	"What are you doing?" I asked her.
	"Just wait," she said. She then sauntered off down the hallway. I 
stared at her big butt, clad only in a skimpy pair of panties. When she 
came back she had a videotape in her hand.
	"What is that?" I asked her. She took the tape out of the box and 
then handed the box to me.
	"This," she said. It was a porno video! I had never watched one 
before. I had seen girlie mags, and they were okay, but they really 
didn't interest me a whole lot unless they showed people actually 
having sex. Obviously this video would be showing some really raunchy 
stuff from the scenes that were shown on the back of the box.
	I looked up at Megan and she was bending over in front of the 
VCR, making sure I would get a good look at her plump, thinly veiled 
butt cheeks.
	"Where did you get this?" I asked her.
	"Bobby has a stash of videos," Megan said. "I like to sneak them 
from his room and watch them when nobody's home."
	Megan remained in her bent-over position as she inserted the tape 
into the VCR. She pressed the counter reset button to mark the place on 
the tape to fast forward to afterwards so that her brother would never 
know that Megan and I had viewed it. She rewound the tape and then took 
her position on the couch next to me. With the remote control in hand 
she pressed PLAY when the tape was ready and she skipped through the 
FBI warnings and shit.
	"Ever watch a fuck flick before?" Megan asked me.
	"No, I haven't," I said.
	"You will now," she said. We watched the first few minutes of the 
show, which was just a set-up for the plot that was to follow. It 
wasn't much of a plot, and the acting was very poor at best, and the 
music was quite cheesy, but I didn't think regular viewers of such 
material really cared, and Seiskel and Ebert never rated such films 
anyway.
	As the action intensified in the movie, so did my arousal. Megan 
slipped her hands under my shirt and then she removed it.
	"So long, Batman," she said as she tossed my shirt over to the 
pile of clothes already on the floor. She then asked me to do the same. 
Eventually she had me take off her panties. At this point we were 
making out and fondling each other. I still had my diaper on for now. I 
hated to waste a good diaper since once it was off the tapes would not 
refasten. At the same time I didn't get to do what I was doing very 
often, so I decided to remove the diaper anyway. Without any clothes on 
except for our socks, we moved down to the floor and closer to the TV.
	"Wanna do what they're doing?" Megan asked me.
	"Oh yeah," I said.
	We didn't make it through even half the movie before it was time 
for me to finish. We pretty much did everything that was going on in 
the movie at one time or another. I couldn't believe that I could 
remain erect for as long as I did without ejaculating since usually 
when I masturbated I could bring myself to come within five to ten 
minutes. I think nervousness was the only thing that kept me from going 
over the edge too soon.
	With the movie still running and the action still going on the 
screen, both Megan and I lay there and rested, recovering from our 
activity.
	"Thanks again," I said in a groggy voice.
	"You were good, even better than last time," Megan said. I looked 
up at the clock on the VCR and it said 4:35 PM.
	"What time does someone usually get home?" I asked Megan.
	"Around 5:00," she said. "At least that's when Scott came home 
from soccer practice yesterday."
	We decided that we'd better get dressed and get rid of any 
evidence of my being here. Megan put her clothes on first while I 
waited for her so that she could re-diaper me. I hated to discard an 
unused diaper, so I asked Megan if she had some tape available.
	"Oh yeah," she said. She went into the small office down the hall 
and brought out a roll of two-inch wide clear mailing tape.
	"This ought to work," she said. With this, she had me lie down on 
the towel again where she pulled the diaper up into my crotch tightly 
again. This time my dick was limp and reddened from the recent 
activity. It was also very sensitive and I winced as Megan pulled the 
diaper over my stomach. She then applied the end of the tape roll to my 
diaper and then secured the sides. She then decided to wrap it around 
my entire waist five or six times, covering the top half of my diaper 
with a solid layer of tape.
	"There, that should hold awhile," she said.
	"Thanks," I replied. "Now how am I going to explain it to Cindy 
or whoever changes me tonight why there's so much tape on my diaper?"
	"Easy," Megan said. "You said you're going to Luke's, right?"
	"Oh yeah!" I said. "I'll explain that Luke tried diapering me and 
he had some trouble, so we had to take the diaper off and start over."
	"That should work," Megan said. I then put my shirt and my pants 
back on, and then my shoes.
	"Thanks for having me over," I said. "best 'study session' I ever 
had."
	"Same here," Megan said. The time was getting dangerously close 
to 5:00 and I knew that I had to get going, but I couldn't leave 
without at least suggesting one more time to Megan that she try to bait 
her little brother's room with a diaper to see if he goes for it.
	"Well, okay," Megan said after giving it some thought. "The worst 
he can do is get mad at me for putting it there." With this, she took 
one of the Thickies diapers from out of my book bag and placed it in 
Scott's underwear drawer.
	"See you tomorrow," I said as I left Megan's house.
	My body still felt limp and weak from the time I spent with 
Megan, which made it harder to keep a good, brisk pace on my bike. I 
had my left hand on the handlebar while my right hand was being used to 
hold my dirty diaper. I kept riding, hoping that at least someone would 
have their garbage can out on the sidewalk, but no such luck. It was 
then that I remembered that the trash was picked up yesterday and that 
nobody would likely have their cans out now, damn! I figured I could 
dispose of the diaper at Luke's house, now that their garbage was going 
to be twice as full of used diapers anyway with Luke's reentry into 
diaper-boyhood.
	I took a different route out of the subdivision so that I 
wouldn't have to ride by my own house going to Luke's house. After I 
crossed the busy street I continued on my way. As I was riding along I 
was thinking about what Megan and I did that afternoon, once again 
feeling that I had ventured into unfamiliar territory being that she 
was a girl and that our activities didn't fully involve diapers like it 
did with the boys. I didn't even think to go the long way around to 
avoid Chuck's house. By the time I realized that I had passed the 
turnoff I decided, screw it, he's probably not outside anyway. Boy, was 
I wrong.
	"Hey Chris!" Chuck yelled at me as I went by. I started pedaling 
faster, hoping to get well ahead of him before he had a chance to catch 
me. Right away he was on his bike and gaining on me. Shit!
	"You still owe me forty dollars, you stupid little shit!" he 
yelled.
	"Don't got it!" I shouted back.
	"I'll get it one way or another!" he said. He rode up to my left 
side, trying to kick me over and knock me off my bike, but I quickly 
jogged to the right, narrowly avoiding his foot. Man, how I wish I had 
a stake to throw into his spokes like Tony did. All I had was a dirty 
diaper, which, as I thought about it, could serve its purpose almost as 
well here.
	I had to move the dirty diaper from my right hand to my left in 
order to execute my trick. It wasn't until now that Chuck realized that 
I was carrying the diaper.
	"Oh, does a little boy need a diaper change?" Chuck asked me in a 
taunting voice.
	"No, but you may need to change your shirt," I said. With this I 
let go of one side of the diaper, letting the weight of the pissy-poopy 
contents open it up. I had the dirty side facing backwards. I had to 
act quickly so that Chuck wouldn't have a chance to dodge the messy 
missile that I was about to launch towards him. I tossed the soiled 
diaper behind me, causing it to fly right into Chuck's face. His nose 
and mouth must have been covered with shit the instant the diaper 
struck him. This distracted Chuck enough to cause him to wipe out. I 
only looked behind me for a couple seconds to survey the damage. Chuck 
was busy wiping the poop off of his face.
	"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!" Chuck shouted 
angrily. "I'll find out where you live and...!" I heard him shouting 
just as I went out of earshot of his wrath. I couldn't wait to tell 
Tony, Luke and Nathan about this when I got to their house.
	I went to the door at Luke's house and rang the doorbell. How 
nice it was to not have to hide my bike or be afraid that I'd get 
caught by his parents or by his cousin Eric.
	Luke came to the door dressed in very thick Thickies cloth 
diapers. The sight of his diapered butt was enough to re-awaken my dick 
from its rest following the workout Megan gave it.
	"How's it going?" I asked Luke.
	"Great!" he said as he danced around the room in his diapers.
	"I'm in diapers! I'm in diapers! I'm in diapers, diapers, 
DIAPERS!" he said in a singsong sort of fashion while spanking his own 
butt. I gave him a high five and spanked him a couple times.
	"You're still in pants, dude!" he said. "Take them off!"
	"It'd be a pleasure!" I said. With this I took off my pants for 
the fourth time today and tossed them aside. Luke looked at the tape 
wrapped around my waist and asked me about it.
	"I had to take my diaper off before I used it, and I didn't want 
to waste a good diaper. You know how expensive those Thickies are."
	"That I do," he said, recalling how much his diapers cost his 
mother last night.
	"Where is everyone?" I asked Luke.
	"Out in the back yard, come on," he said.
	I followed Luke out to the back yard and met with Tony and 
Nathan. Tony was in just his disposable diaper and he looked like he 
was due for a change. Nathan's butt was heavily bundled in a thick pack 
of cloth, and seeing both him and Luke like this, it made me wish that 
I had my cloth diapers on, too. Once again I felt that I was back in 
more familiar territory as I was with my diaper boy buddies now.
	I told the other boys about what went on at Megan's house, 
leaving out no details. I even let Nathan in on it, since he knew all 
about this sort of stuff anyway. They all roared when I told them about 
throwing the dirty diaper into Chuck's face.
	"Sort of gives the phrase 'shit-faced' a whole new meaning!" Tony 
quipped.
	"You've said that one already," I reminded Tony.
	"When?" he asked.
"Remember when you said it while we were talking about playing 
Twister?"
	"Oh yeah," he said.
	"Hey, let's play Twister! That'd be fun to do in diapers!" Luke 
suggested. He immediately ran into the house and brought out their 
Twister game. He laid the mat out on the patio. We all knew the rules 
and went ahead and played a few rounds. I felt myself getting hard 
again as Luke had his diapered butt pressed up into my face. I could 
smell his poopy diaper, too, in spite of all the diapers he was 
wearing.
	"You pooped in your diapers, huh?" I said to him.
	"Yep, twice now, big dumps, too, I can feel it all over my butt," 
he said. "Tony and Nathan both diapered me when they got here, and then 
we diapered Nathan."
	After we played Twister we were all very horny from being in such 
close proximity to each other's diapered rumps and crotches. Even I was 
ready for more fun after my romp with Megan. Nathan wasn't old enough 
to come in his diapers yet, but he told us that wearing thick diapers 
and seeing Luke wearing them always made his dick hard and he liked 
rubbing it through his diapers. Luke sat down on top of me with his 
heavily diapered rear end facing me and then scooted back and forth 
over my hard-on until I came again. It was a dry come this time, but 
the tingling sensation was still there. It made me wish I had saved all 
my ejaculation instead of spending it on Megan. The guilt from being 
with Megan was starting to set in again and I vowed to only masturbate 
myself or have the other boys jack me off from now on. There was never 
any guilt whenever I did anything with them, and there was no danger of 
pregnancy, either.
	Luke also helped Tony to get relief from his horniness and then 
Tony reciprocated by sitting on Luke and riding his diapered front. 
Luke wasn't up to producing semen yet, but he told us that he got the 
feeling from masturbating.
	After this we played a short game of soccer in the back yard. 
Since Tony and I were in disposable diapers, we could move around 
faster. To make things fair, Tony and I split off. I teamed up with 
Nathan and Luke and Tony were on the other team. We weren't even 
keeping score.
	It was about 6:30 now and it would take us awhile to get back. I 
told my mother in my note that I would be home in time for dinner and I 
was already running late. I gave her a call to let her know Tony and I 
were headed home. Before we left I changed Tony's diaper for him. We 
put our pants on and rode back home.
	We didn't have time to take the long way around, so we took our 
chances and rode past Chuck's house in spite of my latest run-in with 
him. Before we got to that point I saw the diaper that I had thrown at 
Chuck and it was still lying on the ground in the gutter. I picked it 
up and took it with me since it was my diaper after all, and thus my 
trash, and that to have left it there would have made me a litterbug. I 
carried it the rest of the way home with me. Tony split off from me and 
headed back to his house.
	"See you tomorrow," I said as I watched him disappear into the 
dim light of dusk. Cindy changed me into my cloth diapers first thing.
	"What's with all the tape?" Cindy asked me as she ended up having 
to use scissors to remove my disposable diaper.
	"Oh, well, Luke was practicing diaper changes and he screwed up, 
so we had to use tape to put my diaper back on," I said, feeling 
confident that I had delivered my explanation flawlessly. Cindy didn't 
suspect a thing about Megan and said, "I'd be happy to give Luke some 
lessons."
	Mom had kept some dinner warm for me. It was just leftovers from 
last night's spaghetti dinner, anyway, but still good. I still had all 
my homework to do, so this took the better part of the rest of my 
evening. I still had time to start work on my summer vacation story, 
which was too fun to even consider to be homework.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 116
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	I woke up Thursday morning thinking about yesterday's romp with 
Megan, being the second time that I had done it with her. I wasn't 
thinking about it so much in a pleasant sense, but more in a sense that 
I didn't feel right about myself to take advantage of her being alone 
and that, well, I just didn't feel like I was my real self when I was 
with her. I was a diaper boy, and diaper boys enjoy the company of 
other diaper boys. Having sex with a girl was just not within my 
character, I thought. I hoped to be able to talk to Megan about my 
concerns after Life Science class.
	Tony, Bryce, Luke and I met during the mid-morning break. I 
looked for Jay but I didn't see him in the cafeteria anywhere. I 
figured he was probably too poor to even afford an extra cinnamon roll 
and a milk or orange juice during the day and therefore didn't come to 
the cafeteria in the morning. We carried on with our usual activities 
and discussions. When Tony and I headed for math class we saw Jay 
coming out of the bathroom carrying a plastic grocery bag. A pile of 
underwear was stuffed into it as I could see several waistbands 
showing. I had a feeling these were his soiled underpants, especially 
once I caught a whiff of the odor.
	"Hey Jay!" I said to get his attention as we caught up with him.
	"Oh, hi guys," he said quietly. Tony and I walked with him to his 
locker.
	"What's your next class?" I asked Jay.
	"Math," he said.
	"Same here," both Tony and I said at the same time.
	"But it's just basic math since I'm not very good at it," Jay 
said glumly.
	"Ahh, that's okay," I replied as I patted him on the shoulder. 
"I'm not exactly cut out to be a rocket scientist myself."
	Jay opened his locker and stuffed the bag full of soiled 
underwear up on the top shelf. A strong odor wafted out into the 
hallway as he opened the locker, repelling the throngs of students 
walking in the vicinity of the odor source. He had another bag up there 
as well, which was also stuffed full of underwear. Whether it was clean 
or not I didn't know. Down below he had yet another bag full of 
underwear on top of his books. It seemed that Jay brought extra changes 
of underwear to school and changed himself in the bathroom after he 
pooped in them. He then had to keep his dirty underwear with him all 
day. I knew he would find it a lot easier to wear disposable diapers to 
school and have the nurse change him instead, but I figured he had his 
reasons for his circumstances. I wanted to find out just what these 
circumstances were.
	"See you in P.E.," he said as I walked away.
	"You mean 'punishment endurance,' right?" I said as a joke. Jay 
cracked a smile as Tony and I sauntered off to our math class, which 
for the most part was uneventful. When Tony and I each had a bowel 
movement during a quiz this momentarily disrupted things, but Mr. 
Reiner quickly restored order to his class.
	Fourth period had arrived, and while I wasn't looking forward to 
dealing with Mr. Brown or the other boys, I was hoping that I would get 
a chance to talk to Jay and maybe find out more about his situation, at 
least somewhat, since I knew he was too shy to talk about it around 
other people.
	Most of the other boys were already dressed down and ready to go 
while Tony and I were busy changing out of poopy diapers that we 
decided to leave on during the quiz that Mr. Reiner was giving today. 
In spite of their apparent insecurity about being labeled as faggots, 
all of the other boys looked down our row and gazed at us wearing our 
diapers, probably out of curiosity and perhaps out of contempt.
	"Quit staring at my butt!" one boy shouted, causing one curious 
onlooker to turn red in the face and back away. A moment later Mr. 
Brown stood at the edge of the row and blew his whistle.
	"C'mon!" he shouted. "We don't have all day for you boys to 
change your diapers!" Greg, the assistant coach, sent the other boys 
out of the locker room while Mr. Brown stood impatiently and waited. He 
was running his stopwatch.
	"I've stood here for thirty seconds!" he said. Then it was "45 
seconds!", then "sixty seconds, that's a whole minute, you know!"
	"No shit, Shirlock, really?" I muttered, causing Tony to laugh.
	"We're hurrying, all right?!" one kid snapped.
	"Don't you back-talk to me, young man!" Mr. Brown snapped at him.
	"You don't know how long it takes to change a diaper, do you?" 
another kid said.
	"As a matter of fact, I do, unfortunately," Mr. Brown said. "And 
you boys are taking too damn long, now hustle, it's been 90 seconds!" 
he shouted, rapidly pounding his finger on the face of his stopwatch.
	I was curious how Mr. Brown knew how long a diaper change would 
take. Perhaps he was just saying this to get us to hurry up. Either 
that, or he had young kids at home, which for some reason I doubted. To 
speed things up, Tony and I helped each other with the tapes on our 
diapers. When we were dressed we walked by Mr. Brown and saluted him.
	"Reporting for duty, SIR!" Tony and I said in unison as we 
mockingly stood at attention before him.
	"Get your butts out there!" Mr. Brown said angrily. He shoved 
both of us as we walked past him. It was a light shove, but enough to 
warrant a formal complaint in my opinion. I wanted to pop him in the 
chops, but I didn't want to get in trouble with this bastard. I should 
have at least told him never to touch me like that again.
	We joined the other boys who were waiting for us. We got the 
usual taunts and insults, and of course Mr. Brown did nothing to stop 
them. Mr. Brown put us through the standard warm-up regimen and then 
told us what we would be doing today.
	"Today, you boys are going to play a little game of touch 
football! I'd like to make it tackle football, but well, we just don't 
have the equipment or the parental consent forms available for that 
right now."
	"Football? Uhhh, football?" I thought to myself. "I think I've 
seen it on TV a time or two, maybe." Tony and I looked at each other 
and shrugged, both knowing that we were in a predicament now. Each of 
us knew virtually nothing about playing football and neither of us ever 
had any interest in the game.
	"I assume you all know the rules to football, because I ain't 
gonna waste my time explaining stuff that you should already know!" Mr. 
Brown said. "If you don't, well, then you'd better learn mighty fast! 
Any questions?"
	Tony and I looked at each other. We seemed to be able to 
communicate our thoughts telepathically between each other since each 
of us was waiting to see if the other one would raise his hand. Tony 
was the brave soul who decided to face the evil Mr. Brown and voice his 
concerns.
	"Mr. Brown?" Tony said with his voice cracking. Right as he said 
this, he realized that he had slipped.
	"Coach Brown, Coach Brown! Sorry!" Tony said hastily as Mr. Brown 
gave him a cold stare.
	"Yes?" he replied impatiently.
	"So, what if we *don't* know how to play, uhh, football?" Tony 
stuttered as he spoke. Most of the class started laughing and teasing 
Tony for not knowing anything about football. Mr. Brown rolled his 
eyes.
	"You got them diapers on too tight or something?!" Mr. Brown 
said. "You weren't listening to me, where you?! What did I say?!"
	"Uhhh, I'm not sure," Tony replied meekly.
	"I said that I ain't gonna waste my time explaining the damn 
game!" Mr. Brown said as he threw down his clipboard and sent papers 
flying everywhere.
	"This ain't a kindergarten class, even though one might think it 
is, being that we got a few boys here who still can't seem to grasp the 
concept of taking a potty break once in awhile!"
	The other boys started laughing again. I was so angry at Mr. 
Brown for insulting us diaper boys in such a flagrant manner. I felt as 
if horns were growing out of my forehead, my eyes were glowing red and 
I was breathing fire. I wished that lightning would strike him dead on 
the spot right now, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so that hope 
was out. Maybe he'd have the heart attack that I dreamed he'd someday 
have instead.
	"Now look what you made me do!" Mr. Brown said as he pointed to 
the papers that had become separated from his clipboard.
	"We didn't do that, sir," I said. "You did."
	"SHUT UP!" Mr. Brown shouted. "Now come over here and help me 
pick my papers up!" he ordered Tony.
	"Just kick him in the nuts, Tony!" I thought to myself, imagining 
how great it would be to watch him actually do it. Instead I watched 
Tony obediently become Mr. Brown's slave for a minute or so. Mr. Brown 
didn't do a thing as he stood there and waited for Tony to retrieve all 
the papers that were on his clipboard. The light breeze had blown some 
of the papers around. Every time Tony bent over to pick up a paper 
someone shouted, "your DIAPER'S showing!" Just to add to the 
embarrassment, Mr. Brown ran his stopwatch and timed Tony.
	"Thirty-four seconds," Mr. Brown said. "Not fast enough! Maybe 
without those diapers you'd move a little more quickly!"
	"Why don't you shove that stopwatch up your ass, Mr. Brown!" I 
muttered as I imagined him literally doing this.
	"Now let's stop screwing around and play some football!" Mr. 
Brown said as he blew his whistle and directed us over to the field. 
Tony and I felt so helpless now, being forced into playing a game that 
neither of us had any clue about.
	Greg then asked the class for two volunteers to serve as team 
captains. About a dozen hands went up. The two biggest boys, one of 
them being Hugh, were selected. One at a time, the team captains picked 
players for their teams. It was no surprise that all of the diaper boys 
remained (including Jay, who wasn't recognized as a diaper boy in the 
class) when everyone else was picked. I was hoping Tony and I would be 
on the same team, but Tony was second to last to be chosen and I was 
left standing alone, forcing me to join Hugh's team.
	Mr. Brown blew his whistle and told us to get in formation. I had 
no idea what to do, so Mr. Brown yelled at me and told me to get into 
position. Whatever.
	"You don't know how to play football?" the kid next to me said.
	"Uhh, no, could you maybe tell me what I should do?" I asked 
humbly, hoping that perhaps he would offer some quick information.
	"Yeah, go back to your crib and take a nap, diaper baby!" he 
said. "Figures that a kid who wears diapers wouldn't know shit about 
football!"
	At this moment everyone started running around the field and 
throwing the football around. For awhile I just ran along with the 
other boys, pretending to look like I was involved, but everyone knew 
that I was clueless and was worthless to the team. After about ten 
minutes or so I just stood there without any idea what the hell was 
going on. I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one with his head up 
his diapered butt. Jay was also on my team and he didn't seem to know 
anything about the game, either.
	"Man, this sucks!" I said to Jay. "I don't know anything about 
playing football, do you?"
	"No," he said. "I wish I didn't even have to take this class!"
	"Me, neither," I replied. "Why can't we go lift weights or 
something instead?"
	A moment later Tony joined us. None of us was even participating 
as the other boys just ran around us as if we were invisible. It seemed 
that a couple of the other diaper boys weren't too sure about what they 
were supposed to be doing, either, but they at least tried to blend in 
with the others.
	"You wanna come over to my house after school?" I asked Jay.
	"Uhh, sure," he said after hesitating. "But I have to tell my 
sister Lori first."
	"You'll see her at lunch, won't you?" I said.
	"Yeah," he replied. "I have to ask her if I can go over to our 
place."
	"Why do you have to tell her and get her permission?" I asked.
	"Because she's in charge of me after school, as well as my other 
sister Jolene," Jay answered. "Since my Mom doesn't get home until 
after 7:00 my sisters look after me until then."
	"I know the feeling," I said. "I have two older sisters, too, but 
at least my Mom was always home until she started working again a 
couple years ago."
	For the next five minutes or so the three of us just walked 
around the field, oblivious to the game that we were supposed to be 
playing. Suddenly, Mr. Brown blew his whistle.
	"Barrett! Nelson! Simmons!" he shouted while pointing to the 
ground in front of him. "Over here now, front and center!"
	The three of us approached Mr. Brown, knowing that he was going 
to chew our butts for not participating in the game.
	"You boys stop standing around and farting in your diapers and 
get out there and play!" Mr. Brown commanded us as he pointed to the 
field.
	"But Mr. Brown," I said. "Excuse me, sir, Coach Brown, I am so 
sorry," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "Some of us just don't know how 
to play football."
	"Yeah, I mean, we've never played it before," Tony added.
	"We've never played it before!" Mr. Brown repeated, using a 
mocking "wimp" voice. "Every boy should know how to play football!"
	"But my dad's never shown me how to play!" I offered as an 
excuse. My voice echoed my frustration with Mr. Brown's unrealistic 
expectations of me and my friends.
	"And why's that?" Mr. Brown asked. Was I about to have an actual 
dialog with this man and maybe even have a chance to reason with him?
	"I never showed any interest, so my dad never expected me to play 
it," I explained.
	"My dad doesn't even live with me!" Tony said.
	"Neither does my dad!" Jay added.
	"Dads, schmads!" Mr. Brown said rudely. "That's no excuse! I bet 
half those boys out there don't have a father figure in their lives, 
but that don't stop them from playing football!" Mr. Brown said. He 
then looked directly at me.
	"Seeing that you're the biggest diaper freak this school has ever 
seen, I wouldn't be surprised that your dad wears diapers, too, and 
that he taught you how to wear them!"
	I was so mad, but yet I was so frustrated now that I wanted to 
cry. I have never hated a teacher more than Mr. Brown. Trying as hard 
as I could to retain my composure, I said, "Mr. Brown, even if my dad 
did wear diapers and told me to wear them, too, that wouldn't be any of 
your damn business!"
	Mr. Brown just stared at me stoically. He wasn't the least bit 
fazed by my defensive comments.
	"Do you have anything else to add?" he asked me, as if to 
challenge me to push myself further, probably hoping to send me to the 
principal's office.
	"And by the way, it is Coach Brown," he said in a more subdued 
voice.
	"Can't we play something else besides football, COACH BROWN?" I 
asked Mr. Brown, sarcastically emphasizing his name.
	"No! You boys are going to learn how to play football! I should 
have known that you diaper boys would do this!"
	"Why do you think that all boys who wear diapers don't know how 
to play football?" I asked him.
	"Because they just don't!" Mr. Brown replied. "Anyone who pees 
and craps himself isn't fit to play football!"
	"What about Todd Bivens?" I said. Suddenly a look of trepidation 
came over Mr. Brown.
	"Who's he?" Mr. Brown asked.
	"You fucking liar!" I thought to myself. "You damn well know who 
he is!"
	"His sister told me that he got kicked off the team last year for 
having to wear diapers," I said. Mr. Brown looked like he was losing 
his composure.
	"Don't ever mention that name around me again!" he shot back at 
me. "Now you diaper boys quit wasting my time and get the hell out 
there and play the game!"
	By the time Tony, Jay and me got back out to the game we only had 
about five minutes left to play before Mr. Brown blew his whistle and 
sent us back into the locker room to shower and get changed. Thank God 
that was over now, I thought. I hoped we would do something different 
tomorrow, anything but football.
	We hadn't seen the girls P.E. class until this point as they had 
been playing soccer at the opposite end of the field. How I wished we 
boys could have played soccer instead since I actually knew how to play 
that game, more or less. The boys and girls P.E. classes converged as 
we funneled into the gymnasium and then into our respective locker 
rooms. I saw Megan running ahead of me. I couldn't help but to stare at 
her big butt in those shorts and then think about what we did the day 
before, but while I thought about this I felt that I had departed from 
the diaper boy whom I felt I really was.
	As Tony and I both had clean diapers on we both decided to leave 
them on as we went into the shower together. Hugh thought that it would 
be funny to flip his towel at me. Even though there was a big sign that 
clearly stated in red letters NO FLIPPING TOWELS it wasn't being 
enforced very much. The towel made a loud SMACK against my diapered 
butt, but since it hit my thick diaper I didn't feel it.
	"Damn, I hit his diaper!" Hugh said.
	"Ha! Ha!" I said. "Didn't hurt! Didn't feel a thing!"
	"You afraid of showing your nads?" another boy said when he saw 
that for two days in a row so far I had left my diaper on when going 
into the shower. "Or don't you got any?"
	"I got nads," I said. "You wanna see how I use them?"
	"You're disgusting!" he said as he winced, as if he never jacked 
off himself.
	As Tony and I walked back to our lockers we saw Jay bending over 
taking his underwear off about three pairs at a time. A good-sized pile 
of briefs appeared before him on the floor, but he still had a ways to 
go as I could tell from the creases and folds stretched over his butt 
indicating that his underpants were still layered onto him thickly.
	Tony and I finished dressing and then waited for the bell to 
ring. We didn't want to be standing with all the other boys, so we 
moved back into the locker room further where we could see Jay 
returning from the shower. The other boys could see us watching Jay get 
dressed and made a few remarks, calling us faggots and queers, but we 
just ignored them.
	"Hey, he's naked, Chris!" one boy said. "Now's your chance!"
	"Really, so obviously you're watching him, too," I said before 
turning my attention back to Jay. He stuck his naked butt into our view 
and I could tell that he didn't practice very good hygiene down there. 
His skin was red and I could tell that he had a rash. He started 
putting his underwear back on. Having just changed himself between 
third and fourth periods, his underwear still looked clean, although it 
was permanently stained from having pooped in it several times. He 
started putting on these pairs, which looked very old dingy, some with 
waistbands that had torn away from the garment. He didn't have anything 
to worry about as far as his underwear slipping down on him by the time 
he covered up the worn-out pairs with some newer-looking and cleaner, 
as well as bigger pairs. Tony and I both kept count the best we could, 
but since he put his underwear on in sets of three, sometimes four 
pairs at a time, it was hard to tell. We both estimated that he had on 
over twenty pairs. As every pair featured an extra layer in the seat, 
his butt was doubly padded with at least forty layers. The mere thought 
of this caused me to build a big tent in my diaper as I had never worn 
this much underwear at a time in the "dark ages" between my short-lived 
potty training and my return to diapers. As I studied how prominently 
Jay's butt stood out with the extra layers in each seat of each pair he 
had on I was getting intensely erect, almost to the point that I felt 
like cumming in my diaper without any aid from my hands. I felt more 
like myself, Chris the Diaper Boy, enjoying looking at Jay's diaper-
like butt instead of Megan's big naked ass.
	I only had a couple minutes to talk to Jay while we walked to our 
fifth period classes together. I didn't want to bring up any diaper-
related discussions, so I asked Jay what his next class was.
	"Science," he said. I assumed that it was a more general science 
class, the same material we had learned last year.
	"I have Reading now," I sighed. "That class is a bore and a half 
and I hate the teacher, too!" At this point we parted ways and agreed 
to meet at lunch.
	It was fifth period now. I tried to remain attentive to Mr. 
Eastman for as long as I could, but after awhile I just couldn't resist 
the temptation to resume work on the drawing that I started yesterday 
before Mr. Eastman caught me drawing it and told me to put it away. I 
decided to be more careful about it by alternating between writing 
notes and working on my drawing. Apparently Mr. Eastman had been 
keeping a keen eye on me. He walked over to my desk and demanded that I 
tear out the page and hand it to him. After I tore it out I started to 
crumple it up, but Mr. Eastman stopped me. He demanded that I hand him 
the drawing. He immediately took it from my hands and took it to his 
desk. I saw him writing some notes on it. After this, he hung it up on 
the board behind his desk, inviting everyone to take a look at it when 
they left the classroom.
	Even though everyone knew that I was a diaper freak and that I 
really didn't care what the other kids said to me or about me, it still 
embarrassed me to have Mr. Eastman take such a drastic measure to 
discourage inattentiveness in his class. The drawing very clearly 
showed a boy in the P.E. room wearing what appeared to be a very thick 
stack of diapers on his butt with extra padding in the middle, except 
that I also drew several waistbands at the top, positioned well above 
his waistline. While it was hard to see from a distance, I also drew 
some boys in the background, one who was naked with a hard-on and 
another who also had on several pairs of underwear by how thick I made 
his briefs look.
	When the bell rang Mr. Eastman reminded everyone to look at the 
first submission to his "art gallery." How long he planned to leave it 
up, I didn't know. As expected, everyone, including myself, stopped to 
look at the drawing. A lot of people laughed, while others groaned. The 
same kid who pestered me yesterday after reading class was on me today.
	"You got bus-ted! You got bus-ted!" he taunted.
	"Shut up," I said to him.
	"Nice drawing, Chris!" he said. "Do you always draw yourself like 
that?"
	"Sometimes," I said.
	"Do you like to jack off while looking at drawings like that?"
	"What do you look at when you jack off?" I asked him.
	"I don't jack off!" he said. "Jacking off is for faggots."
	"Really, then every boy in this school is a faggot," I said.
	"How do you know?" he asked.
	"Your parents never taught you anything about sex, I take it," I 
told the kid. "How sad that must be."
	"Apparently your parents didn't tell you anything about sex," the 
kid said as he continued to antagonize me. "You're about as fucked up 
as they come."
	"Yeah, whatever you say," I said to him as he backed off and 
joined up with his buddies, telling them about the conversation we had.
	I got to the cafeteria and joined the line. Jay was ahead of me 
and I waved to him. I noticed that when he got to the register he 
showed the cashier a card of some sort. It looked like he was on some 
sort of program that offered free school lunches to impoverished kids. 
I was really feeling sorry for him now.
	Jay was still trying to find our table by the time I got rung up.
	"Jay! Over here!" I shouted. With this, he came up behind me and 
followed me to our table. There were now five of us in our group-- 
myself, Tony, Bryce, Luke, and now Jay.
	"Hold on, I wanna go ask my sister if I can come over with you 
today," Jay said as he left his tray on the table.
	"What are you doing after school?" I asked the others.
	"I got lots of homework and my mom was nagging me about it 
yesterday," Tony said. "So I have to go straight home."
	"That sucks," I said. "I was hoping you could come over with me 
and spend time with Jay."
	"He's coming to the meeting this Saturday, isn't he?" Bryce 
asked.
	"If he can come he will," I said.
	"Don't you have any homework?" Tony asked me.
	"Oh yeah," I said. "I need to finish my English paper, plus I 
need to catch up on some reading. I don't want my grades to slip or I 
won't get to do my diaper club thing. I also have to get art supplies 
after school and Lisa's supposed to take me to the store."
	"I bet you're looking forward to that," Tony commented, although 
somewhat facetiously.
	"Oh yeah, especially since Jay will be coming with us," I added.
	"Are you going to change him in the back seat like you did me 
that time we went to the fair last summer?" Tony asked me.
	"I should," I said with a smile. "But I doubt Lisa would want 
Jay's dirty underwear all over her car, and besides, we're not going 
very far."
	Jay got back from talking to his sister and started eating his 
lunch.
	"What did your sister say?" I asked him.
	"She said yes," Jay answered as he took a bite out of his 
burrito.
	"Cool!" I said.
	"This will be fun," Jay said. "I've never been to anyone else's 
house before," he said.
	"Anyone's?" I asked him. "Not even like your grandparents or your 
aunts and uncles?"
	"I don't even know where any of them live anymore," Jay said. 
Whatever this kid's story was, it was a sad one. I decided to change 
the subject and liven up his mood.
	"Man, I got busted in Mr. Eat-Me's class!" I said.
	"What happened?" Luke asked.
	"Well, I was drawing a picture, and you know what kinds of 
pictures I draw, so you can imagine what it was," I started.
	"Was it a drawing of Lisa diapering you?" Luke asked curiously.
	"No, Lisa wasn't in it," I said. I didn't want to mention that 
Jay was the subject of the drawing for fear that he might be 
embarrassed.
	"But the diapers were just as thick, I can assure you," I said. 
"Anyway, Mr. Eastman caught me working on a drawing that I started 
yesterday, so he made me give it to him so that he could hang it up 
where everyone in the classroom could see it."
	"What a weenie!" Bryce commented.
	"More like first-class prick!" I said. "I'm sure glad lunch comes 
after my fourth and fifth period classes. God how I hate fourth and 
fifth period."
	This discussion then segued into Tony and me exchanging war 
stories with Bryce and Luke over what happened in our P.E. classes. 
Fortunately for Bryce he had Luke fill him in on the basics of playing 
football.
	"This is the basic object of the game," Luke offered to explain 
to those of us who were gridiron-challenged. I tried to pay attention, 
but I couldn't make heads or tails of all the football jargon that I 
had unintentionally picked up over the years-- offense, defense, 
quarterback, halfback, touchdown, field goal, line of scrimmage, 
interference, penalty, first down, -- shit! I knew that Luke meant well 
with his efforts to educate us, but when he asked me if I understood 
it, I said, "yeah, it's about as clear as a diarrhea-filled diaper."
	After lunch was over with I went to sixth period and met Megan in 
Life Science. I felt a rush of guilt and unease come over me as I 
approached Megan. I didn't even look at her butt like I usually did.
	"Hi," I said as I pulled up my chair and sat down.
	"Hello," she said in a somber voice. I could tell that she was 
also having some regrets about what we did yesterday.
	"How's your day so far?" I asked her.
	"Okay, I guess," she said without even looking at me.
	"What did you do in P.E.?" I asked her, trying to make 
conversation without brining up what happened yesterday.
	"We played soccer," she said. "What did you guys do?"
	It was reassuring that she at least maintained the dialog by 
asking me questions.
	"We played football," I groaned. "I didn't actually play myself. 
I don't know anything about football."
	"That's okay," Megan said.
	"Mr. Brown really put our dicks through the wringer for it," I 
said. "He practically insulted us who didn't know."
	"I'm sorry to hear that," she said while playing with her hair.
	"And then Mr. Eastman busted me for drawing a picture instead of 
taking notes," I added. "He put my drawing on the wall, too, so 
everyone could look at it."
	"Sounds like you're having a shitty day," Megan said.
	"I am so far," I said.
	"So am I," Megan said.
	"Really," I said, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. "What's 
making it so shitty?"
	"I was thinking about yesterday," she said.
	"Yeah, so was I," I said. "I'm sorry."
	"You don't need to apologize," she said. "I'm the one who invited 
you over. I'm the one who took you away from your friends."
	"That's okay," I said. "I still had fun with them afterwards."
	"Let's talk about it after class, shall we?" Megan said.
	"Sure," I replied. Before class started I told Megan about 
throwing my used diaper into Chuck's face."
	"I was wondering how you finally disposed of that thing," Megan 
said. It cheered her up some, but not enough to ameliorate our mutual 
guilt. At this point Ms. Watson began the class. Megan and I kept quiet 
during the whole class period. I didn't know about Megan, but I was 
very anxious and preoccupied with what Megan would tell me after class.
	Megan and I talked after we left Ms. Watson's class.
	"I feel so bad about yesterday," Megan said.
	"So do I," I said.
	"Why do you feel bad?" Megan asked me.
	"Well, you know, it's because, well, what we did," I stammered. 
"I should have remembered how I felt after last time we did it."
	"Yeah, I agree," Megan said. "I just felt bad because, my God, we 
had (whisper)sex(/whisper) together, and not just regular stuff, I 
mean, you gotta admit we were pretty nasty. I shouldn't have brought 
out that video."
	"It was pretty raunchy, huh?" I said.
	"It's not just that," Megan added.
	"Uh oh!" I thought to myself. I was afraid that she was going to 
tell me that she was pregnant or that she had contracted a disease. It 
was too early to know if either of these was the case, but I wasn't 
thinking as rationally at the time.
	"What else is it?" I asked Megan.
	"You're not even thirteen, and I'm barely thirteen myself," Megan 
said. "I thought that losing my virginity before most other people 
would be cool, but now I don't feel so great about it."
	I didn't want to tell Megan that I actually felt that I lost my 
virginity at the age of nine when Tony and I experimented with each 
other during a sleepover. At least I never felt guilty about this or 
any other times when Tony and I got "together." I was being more like 
my true self then, I guess.
	"I know this is going to sound clich�," Megan started, "but I was 
thinking, well, thinking that, well, I hate to say it."
	"You're gonna say that maybe we should just be friends, right?" I 
said, completing her statement.
	"Yep, that's what I was gonna say," Megan replied.
	"I'm cool with that," I said. "I mean, we've been friends all 
this time before, you know, and well--"
	"Really?" Megan said. "You're not just saying that so that my 
feelings won't be hurt, are you?"
	"No, not at all," I replied. "I guess I feel guilty because I 
felt I was taking advantage of our friendship, and--"
	"That's kind of like how I felt," Megan said. "You're a good 
friend, Chris, and yes, I still think you look cute in diapers and 
would like to change you, but I think that's as far as we should take 
things. I'm just afraid that what we're doing isn't right for us, being 
friends and all."
	"I couldn't have said it better myself," I said.
	"I'm so glad you understand, Chris," Megan said. "You're really 
sweet."
	"Thanks, so are you," I replied.
	"Well, I'd better get to class soon," Megan said.
	"Same here," I said. As Megan walked off I stopped her and said, 
"Wait! Megan!"
	She came back over to me and asked me what I wanted to say to 
her.
	"Did Scott find the 'surprise' that you left him?'"
	"I dunno," Megan said. "I'll check his drawer when I get home and 
let you know."
	"Okay, thanks, see ya!" I said to her.
	I felt a sense of relief as I thought about the resolution that 
Megan and I had achieved. No longer did I feel torn between my feelings 
towards the diaper boys and towards Megan. This is not to say that I 
still didn't think that Megan was cute. Derek's sister Jennie was cute, 
too, as was Bryce's sister Gina, although I never told Gina this. Even 
Jay's sister Lori looked cute to me, cuter than her other friends. What 
irony I thought this was since Lori didn't do anything to appear more 
stylish like her more affluent friends did. Angela wasn't too bad-
looking, either, I told myself as I entered my seventh period art 
class.
	"Hello," she greeted me. "How's your day?"
	"Okay," I said, albeit not very truthfully, so I amended my 
reply.
	"Actually, it's more or less been crappy. Mr. Brown's class 
sucked ass again."
	"Doesn't it always?" Angela said. She then told me that Todd was 
interested in attending the next D.B.A. meeting. I told her where I 
lived so that he could be there. I felt uneasy about inviting someone 
to attend the meeting whom I had never before met.
	"He's nice, really, he is," Angela said. She then reached into 
her purse and opened her wallet to show me a picture of Todd. I was 
surprised at how big and tall he looked.
	"He was in football, you know," Angela reminded me. I told Angela 
about how Mr. Brown seemed to go into a trance when I mentioned her 
brother's name. Angela thought this was pretty funny. I told Angela 
about the rest of my crappy day, including getting my drawing 
confiscated and then displayed in Mr. Eastman's class.
	"Todd had Mr. Eastman and he hated him, too," Angela told me. At 
this point Mr. Williams took over and the rest of the class went 
uneventfully for the most part. Before we left class, Mr. Williams 
wrote a big notice on the board to remind us to have our supplies 
tomorrow. His vocal reminder was no less subtle.
	After the last bell rang I caught up with Jay and led him to my 
bus. He was carrying his sack full of soiled underpants with him. I 
could smell it, and I could only imagine what the kids on the bus would 
say once the aroma of Jay's last bowel movement intruded upon their 
olfactory sensors.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 117
----------------------------

	Apparently several of the kids on my bus had gotten to know who 
Jay was as many of them made comments when he boarded the bus with Tony 
and me.
	"Oh look! It's Jay Smell-son!" one kid said.
	"What are you doing on our bus?" another kid asked.
	"He's coming to my place," I said. I looked at Jay and said, 
"it's okay, just ignore these buttwipes."
	"Ooh, what are you guys gonna do together?" he asked.
	"Why, you wanna join us or something?" I said.
	"I'd like to, but I'm potty trained," he said. Several other kids 
around him started laughing.
	"Put your windows down, everybody!" another kid shouted. "We got 
three stinky butts on board!"
	This sort of thing continued for a couple minutes after the bus 
had departed from the school. The kids who had been sitting behind us 
moved when they caught the smell's of Jay's underwear. There were three 
girls crammed into the seat to the left of us. I could tell that they 
weren't comfortable by the smells of Jay's underwear as well as Jay 
himself, whose hygiene was lacking, even with having taken a shower 
after P.E.
	I looked at Jay's bag of underwear sitting on the floor. I saw 
several waistbands bunched together from Jay having taken off his 
underwear several pairs at a time. Some pairs were oriented with the 
fly front facing upward and others I could see the seat facing me. I 
had never seen actual double-seated underwear, just from what I saw in 
old department store catalogs and in some movies. I asked Jay if I 
could look at one of his pairs of underwear.
	"You wanna look at it here?" he asked me. "On the bus?"
	"Yeah, I've never seen underwear with two layers in the butt," I 
said.
	"There's three," he said.
	"Three layers?" I asked.
	"Yeah, and some of my pairs even have four."
	With this he pulled out a clean-looking pair and handed it to me. 
Tony also asked to look at a pair, so Jay handed a pair to him as well. 
I glanced over at the girls in the seat next to us. They were staring 
at us, acting repulsed by seeing us handling dirty underwear.
	"What? You never seen boys' underwear before?" I asked the girls.
	"Yes, I have," the one closest to me said. "I have a little 
brother."
	"Does he ever poop in his underwear?" I asked her.
	"Maybe when he was five or six, I don't know, and I don't care," 
she replied.
	"How old is he now?" I asked her.
	"Nine, why do you want to know?"
	"Because a lot of nine-year-old boys have poop accidents still, 
and if your brother ever gets the runs, tell him to wear about a dozen 
of these, or make it two dozen, as many as he can wear. It'll really 
pad his butt up thick like a diaper, you know, and then he can poop in 
them and you won't have to see or smell it."
	"You're weird," the girl said. "And sick, too."
	"But it works!" I said. "Your brother's had at least a few poop 
accidents since then, hasn't he?"
	"Why do you want to know, you?" the girl asked.
	"I'm surprised he hasn't pooped his pants like most other boys 
do. Don't you think your brother would look cute wearing several of 
these on his butt?" I suggested to the girl as I held up the 
underpants.
	"He'd look stupid, that's what," the girl said. "Besides, he 
wears boxers now. He stopped wearing white underwear when I told him 
that it made him look like he was wearing a diaper."
	"And what's wrong with that?" I asked her, sounding defensive. "I 
like the looks of a boy's thickly white-diapered butt."
	"Don't talk to me, you creep!" the girl snapped.
	"Sorry," I said. "Just trying to be helpful."
	"You just couldn't resist, could you?" Tony said with a smile on 
his face.
	"Nope," I said. "I can't help myself."
	I studied the pair of underwear more closely, especially where 
the extra layers had been sewn into the seat on the inside. I noticed 
that the grain of the fabric in the extra layer was different from the 
fabric in the main garment itself. It was also a different shade of 
white, actually quite dingy, a yellowish gray. I ran the material 
between my thumb and index finger and I could feel the third layer in 
between the other two. I was getting hard as I looked at the extra 
padding, especially when I held the garment in front of me. The girls 
were still staring at me and Tony as both of us were fascinated by 
Jay's underwear.
	I held the garment up to my eyes more closely as I studied the 
stitches where the extra layers had been seen on. The stitches didn't 
appear to have come from the factory. Instead it looked more like a 
home sewing job, as if the extra layers had been added later. 
Apparently the extra layers had come from other pairs of underwear. At 
least this helped to explain where Jay was getting triple-seated 
underwear in 1993.
	I held the underwear up to my nose and sniffed it. I could detect 
a hint of poop odor embedded into the fabric along with somewhat 
stronger urine odors. The three girls all said "Ewww!" at the same time 
when they saw me sniffing the underwear.
	"Remind me never to sit near this freak," the closest girl said.
	A few minutes later we got to the first stop, where the three 
girls got off together.
	"Thank God our stop is the first one!" she said as she gave me a 
scornful look. I was still holding Jay's underwear as she walked by me.
	"Bye, remember what I told you," I said to the girl, knowing that 
she was annoyed by what I had suggested her brother do with his 
underwear.
	A few stops later came Tony's turn to get off the bus.
	"You sure you don't want to come over for just a few minutes?" I 
asked him. I didn't want him to feel that he wasn't welcome to join Jay 
and me.
	"I'd like to, but my Mom wanted me home right after school 
today," he said.
	"Okay, see you tomorrow," I said. I put Jay's underwear back into 
his bag before we got to my stop.
	"How did you get to know so many kids who wear diapers?" Jay 
asked me.
	"I guess I have some sort of aura that draws them to me or 
something," I said. "I'm also a big influence on boys who might want to 
try wearing them."
	"What about all those other kids you were telling me about at 
lunch?" Jay asked me.
	"Well, let's see," I said as I looked up into the air. "I've 
known Tony since kindergarten, and when he found out that I was wearing 
diapers he decided to try wearing them, too, so now he's in diapers all 
the time now since his mother let him wear them. Derek and Steven I 
already told you about. I met Luke through his brother Nathan at summer 
camp, where we all wear diapers, and I also met Aaron there, too. Bryce 
also got curious about wearing diapers when he came over and saw me 
wearing them, so now he's been in diapers all this time, too. Like I 
said, I have a big influence on a lot of boys."
	"So you really like diapers a lot, don't you?" Jay said to me.
	"You'd better believe I do," I said. "Wait until I show you all 
the stuff I have."
	For the rest of the walk home I told Jay about all the photo 
albums I had of me in my diapers, along with all the drawings and 
stories I had written.
	"So, this is your house?" Jay said as we reached my place up to 
the door.
	"Yep, that it is," I said as I opened the door. Lisa and Cindy 
were both home. I had told them about Jay and were expecting to meet 
him.
	"This is Jay," I introduced him to my sisters. "And Jay, this is 
Lisa and Cindy."
	"Hi," Jay said quietly.
	"Don't worry, we don't bite," Cindy said.
	"I do," Lisa said. "Depends on the situation, though."
	"So is that why you and Chuck broke up?" I asked Lisa, knowing I 
was asking for it by saying this.
	"Shut up!" she said as she smacked me lightly. "You'd better be 
nice to me since I have to run you to the store for your art supplies."
	"Are you ready to go?" I asked Lisa.
	"As ready as I'm ever going to be," she said. "I was just waiting 
for you to get home."
	"We're ready then," I said.
	"I just need to use the bathroom and then I'll be right out," 
Lisa told us.
	Cindy was staring at Jay, noting the multitude of underwear 
waistband stripe patterns surrounding his waist.
	"Looks like you need to upgrade to diapers," Cindy said. She 
started to reach for his waistbands so that she could flip them, but 
Jay backed away.
	"Oh, I'm sorry," Cindy said, realizing how shy Jay was.
	"It's okay," Jay said. "I have sisters, too."
	"I was just going to snap your underwear waistbands, since I miss 
snapping Chris' and he hasn't worn underwear since he was eight," Cindy 
explained.
	"You already told them, right?" Jay whispered to me.
	"Oh yeah, I told them about you wearing your underwear like a 
diaper," I answered.
	"It's no secret to me and Lisa," Cindy said. "Chris used to do 
the same thing before we got him some real diapers, and we see him in 
them all the time."
	"This is what my Mom makes me wear," Jay said as he lifted his 
shirt to let Cindy see more of his underwear.
	"Why don't you just wear diapers?" Cindy suggested to Jay.
	"Because this is what my Mom says I have to wear," Jay answered. 
I silently gestured to Cindy to request that she not ask Jay about his 
situation. I know he has been wanting to tell me, but up until now 
hasn't had a chance to give me his story in private.
	"We'll have you try some of Chris diapers," Cindy said. "They 
work better, and they're lots thicker."
	In the meantime I had taken Jay's bag of dirty underwear and put 
it in the laundry room. I asked Jay if I could wash it for him and he 
told me to go ahead, so I dumped the soiled briefs into the washing 
machine.
	At this point Lisa came out of the bathroom and told us to get 
going. We followed Lisa out to her car, where she unlocked the door and 
let us in. Jay took the back seat while I sat up front with Lisa.
	"How was school today?" Lisa asked us.
	"It was okay, except that I can't stand Phil Brown."
	"Yeah, he's a jerk," Jay agreed.
	"All the boys who had him hated him when I was in junior high," 
Lisa said.
	"Were there any boys in his class who wore diapers?" I asked 
Lisa.
	"I don't know," Lisa said. "I didn't ask any of them."
	"Don't you remember if anyone in your school wore diapers then?"
	"There were a few, but they kept pretty quiet about it, unlike 
you."
	"They were boys, right?"
	"Yes, Chris, they were boys," Lisa assured me patiently. "God 
forbid you meet a *girl* who wears diapers!"
	"I hope the day never comes," I said. "It'd be a sign of the 
Apocalypse."
	"I can only imagine what you would do if you met a girl who was 
just like you, Chris," Lisa said. "You'd probably flip out."
	"She probably doesn't even exist," I said firmly.
	"You're probably right, Chris," Lisa said. "Only you boys could 
ever find putting a bunch of thick pieces of cloth over your butts and 
then shitting and pissing in them to be fun."
	"Why do you girls all say that only boys wear diapers?" Jay asked 
Lisa.
	"Why do you ask?" Lisa asked him as she looked in her rearview 
mirror.
	"Because my sisters are always telling me that the reason I poop 
my pants all the time is because I'm a boy and that girls don't do 
that," Jay answered.
	"Well, they're right," Lisa said. "Your sisters don't poop their 
pants, do they?"
	"Not that I know of," Jake replied.
	"Then there you go," Lisa said. "Pooping in one's pants is a 
boy's problem. None of my friends have ever pooped their pants, even in 
kindergarten, but all of them who have brothers have pooped their pants 
at least a few times."
	"You're talking about Betty's brother Carl, right?" I asked Lisa.
	"Yeah, I am. He's one of them, anyway, but he didn't turn into a 
diaper freak like you did because of it."
	Lisa then changed the subject.
	"What did Mr. Brown do to you today?" Lisa asked me. Both Jay and 
I explained what all we went through in the class, describing how Mr. 
Brown insulted those of us who wear diapers.
	"That's not right," Lisa said. "You should tell Mom and Dad. 
Maybe they can write a letter to the school to complain."
	At this point we reached the Target store. Lisa went in with us 
so that she could look at CDs and clothes. Jay and I went to the art 
supplies and I picked out everything I needed for the class. While I 
was looking for a couple other items I could hear Jay taking a dump 
into his underwear. I could smell it right away, too.
	"Did you just, you know?" I asked him without actually saying 
what he did so that he wouldn't be embarrassed.
	"Yeah, I did," he said. "Sorry."
	"Sorry?" I asked. "What for? I do it all the time. In fact, if it 
makes you feel any better--"
	I felt a bowel movement coming on and I knew I would be making 
mud in my diapers soon. Without any control of my bowels any more, I 
filled the back of my disposable diaper until it was full of shit, 
which would mean I would get changed into my cloth diapers once I got 
home. Now the art supplies aisle was really beginning to stink. A lady 
who had just entered the aisle with her two little boys had caught the 
odor. One of them was in the cart while the other one was walking. She 
bent over and pulled back on his pants to smell.
	"Nope, it's not you," she said to the younger one, who was 
probably not even two years old. The older boy was at least four.
	"Jason?" his mother said as she looked at him in an accusing 
manner.
	"It wasn't me, Mommy!" the little boy said as he backed away. He 
was such a cute little guy with big brown eyes and a bowl haircut.
	"That's what you told me last time, sweetie," she said. With 
this, she told her little Jason to hold still while she checked the 
back of his pants. She stuck her nose down into them and smelled them. 
I was disappointed to see that he had underwear on. What a shame to 
toilet train such an adorable little boy.
	"Nope, you're clean, too," his mother said. "That's a first."
	The mother then looked at Jay and I strangely. No doubt she could 
see Jay's multiple underpants. Seeing that she was looking at us, I 
decided to lift my shirt up so that she could see that I had a diaper 
on. Jason also saw that I had a diaper on, too, and he probably assumed 
that Jay's underwear was a diaper because of how thick it looked. Jason 
called his mother over to him and whispered something in her ear. She 
just nodded and gave us a quick glance before leaving the aisle.
	"I WANT DIAPERS, MOMMY! I WANT DIAPERS, MOMMY!" I thought to 
myself, pretending to telepathically influence Jason's mind. I knew it 
wouldn't work, but at least it was fun to think about.
	"C'mon, let's go find Lisa," I said. Jay helped me carry some of 
the things I had picked up. While we walked through the store Jay 
wanted to look at other things, things like appliances and bath towels, 
things that most twelve-year-old boys wouldn't be interested in.
	"What are you looking at?" I asked him.
	"Everything," he said. "I've never been in here before."
	"It's not much different than K-Mart or Wal-Mart," I said.
	"I've only been in K-Mart a few times," he said. "Most of the 
time we go to places like Savers, Goodwill, and the Salvation Army. We 
hardly ever get to see new stuff. I've been in Sears, too, and Wal-
Mart, though, but not very much."
	My heart was really pouring out for this kid now. It's pretty 
pathetic when a trip to Target seemed more like shopping in Macy's, not 
that I had ever been in such a store myself.
	Since Lisa wasn't in any hurry to leave Jay and I decided to look 
around the store a little more. We looked at the toys. I could tell 
that jay hadn't had a chance to play with very many toys, probably not 
any new ones.
	"I had one of these one time," I said, pointing to a remote 
control car that I left in the driveway and as a result got run over 
the next morning. My favorite toy of all, still, was the Legos.
	"I have some of these," Jay said. I was glad to know that at 
least he had a few playthings. We decided to keep moving on. We 
meandered through the remaining toy aisles. The last couple aisles were 
girl toys, one that was ubiquitously pink by all the Barbie stuff. I 
saw two girls who looked to be about nine or ten. I decided to walk 
past them and let them see my diapers. I pulled my shirt up before I 
walked down the aisle. Jay was standing behind me, wondering why I 
would go down the Barbie aisle. To prolong my diaper's exposure, I had 
reached into my pocket and dropped my change on the floor on purpose so 
that I would have to bend over and pick it up. It was three days' worth 
of change from mid-morning breaks and lunches, so there was quite a bit 
of bit of numismatic spillage. I made it look like I did it 
accidentally.
	"Oh shoot!" I exclaimed, sounding more authentic than I thought I 
would. I took the art supplies that I was carrying in one hand and set 
them on the shelf while got down on my hands and knees to retrieve my 
change, picking it up one coin at a time. I was getting hard knowing 
that the two girls could see my diaper showing and could probably smell 
it as well. One of the girls was even nice enough to hand me a dime 
that had rolled over to her.
	"Thanks," I said as I stuffed the dime into my pocket. In doing 
so I made sure my diaper was showing above my pants. I then turned 
around to pick up my art supplies, which I had set on a lower shelf so 
that I would have to bend over to pick them up. I was milking this for 
all it was worth.
	"There you are, Jay!" I said, knowing that he had been there the 
whole time, but was trying to make the girls think that I had been 
looking for him and was just passing through. What business did a boy 
have in the Barbie aisle, anyway?
	"I've been here the whole time!" he said, which was about the 
loudest I had eve hear him speak. "What were you doing?"
	"Looking for you," I said. "Come on!" I directed him so that he, 
too, would go past the girls and they would see his version of his 
"diapers" showing.
	I then winked and led Jay around to the other side of the 
shelving fixture to explain to him what I had really done.
	"I just like to have girls notice me wearing diapers," I 
whispered to him. "I get excited whenever girls notice my diapers."
	"I have my two sisters, and believe me, they notice," Jay said. 
"And their friends, too. That's enough girls for me."
	We stood there quietly in the aisle next to the Barbie aisle, 
back in the boys' toys section. I listened to the two girls giggling 
and talking about us.
	"Did you see those two boys?" one them asked the other.
	"One of them was wearing a DIAPER!" I heard the other one 
whisper.
	"Both of them were," the first girl said. "It looked like a 
diaper anyway, more like he just had on a bunch of underpants."
	"Did you smell them?"
	"Yeah, I think somebody needs to change them," she said. "They 
stink!"
	I was tempted to go back over and say, "any volunteers?" to the 
girls, but we had to get going. I had already gotten my thrill for the 
day by getting their attention and letting them see my diaper.
	We went over to the apparel departments, passing by the menswear 
and then the boyswear. Jay stopped to look at the boys' white briefs, 
which was no surprise to me. It was as good as looking at the diapers.
	"This is the only thing new my mom ever buys for me," Jay said as 
he examined a twelve pack of boys' briefs.
	"That's good," I said. "I really wouldn't want to wear used 
underwear myself, or in my case, diapers."
	Jay seemed to enjoy looking at the boys' underwear. I thought it 
was okay, since they did look like diapers when bundled together in 
twelve packs, but I would rather look at real diapers. I told Jay I 
would be looking for Lisa. I quickly scanned over the women's plus 
sizes department, where I expected to see her, but she wasn't there. I 
went back over to Jay, who had been looking at the training pants in 
the toddler section. These I liked looking at as they were already 
thick and had the extra padding sewn into them. We moved on and went 
back towards the front of the store. We browsed through the CDs. I 
looked at a Smashing Pumpkins CD that I wanted to get for Christmas.
	"What kind of music do you like?" I asked Jay.
	"Rock," he said.
	"Same here," I replied. "What are your favorite bands?"
	"I dunno, just whatever's on the radio," he said. I hoped he had 
at least a few CDs, or even tapes.
	"I like Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Metallica, you probably wouldn't 
think a diaper boy would listen to that kind of stuff, huh?" I said. 
Jay didn't seem to know the individual bands very much. I looked around 
to see if I could spot Lisa, but she was nowhere to be found. We 
decided to head back over to the women's department, passing by the 
diapers on the way. I studied the space allocation and the amount of 
stock on the boys' Pull-Ups versus the girls' Pull-Ups. It seemed that 
the boys' Pull-Ups had more space and it appeared that more of them had 
been purchased. I also looked at the Pampers, which were in boy and 
girl versions. There were more boys' diapers in stock than the girls'. 
I was in a quandary. I ruled out the possibility that there may have 
been more girls' diapers at one time but had since then sold out since 
the diaper area seemed to be pretty well maintained. I decided that 
they probably just give more space to the boys' diapers and expect 
higher sales.
	"There you are!" Lisa said. "Looking at the diapers, I should 
have known!"
	"We were looking all over for you," I said to Lisa.
	"I was probably in the dressing room," Lisa said. "You ready?"
	"Yep," I replied. We followed Lisa to the checkout where, with 
the money Mom had given me, I paid for my art supplies. Lisa went to 
another line to buy a shirt that she had picked out. Once we got out to 
the car Lisa could smell both of us needing to be changed. She told us 
to put our windows down.
	"I don't know how I'm going to manage having you in the car when 
it gets too cold to have the windows down," Lisa remarked.
	"Either feel freezy, or feel queasy," I said. "Take your pick."
	"Very funny," Lisa said as she drove us back home.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 118
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	Once we were back to my house I took Jay into my bedroom. He 
looked around and said, "nice room."
	"Thanks," I said. "I recently had it remodeled."
	"I wish I had my own room," came Jay's next comment.
	"You don't even have your own bedroom?" I asked him 
incredulously.
	"No, I have to share my bedroom with Lori," he said. "In fact, I 
have to share the same bed with her."
	"Man, that's gotta suck," I said, thinking about how hard it must 
be to find times to jack off.
	"Tell me about it," Jay replied with a sigh. "Sometimes Lori will 
sleep on the couch if I get to smelling too bad for her. Either that or 
she'll make me get up and put on even more underwear."
	Jay then looked at my crib.
	"Is that what you sleep on?" he asked.
	"It's what I sleep *in*," I said. "Funny how we sleep *on* a bed, 
but *in* a crib," I noted. "Ever think about that?"
	"Not really," Jay replied.
	"Why do you have a crib, anyway?" Jay asked me. "In fact, why do 
you have, well, why does your room look like, a *baby's* room?" Jay 
asked me.
	"Because I wear diapers," I said. At this time I decided to shed 
my pants and go around in just my diaper. It was really soaked in the 
front and the poop was really spreading around in the back.
	"I had to sleep in my sisters' bedroom with them while they redid 
my room," I explained. "How nice it was when I got my bed back and my 
privacy."
	"Why did you take your pants off?" Jay asked me.
	"One, because I'm due for a diaper change, and two, I just don't 
like wearing them when I don't have to."
	"You go around in just your diapers?" Jay asked me.
	"Oh yeah, as much as possible," I said. "I like to let my diapers 
show. It used to be I had to stay in diapers for punishment when my 
parents put me in diapers, but since I liked it so much they decided to 
just let me go around pantsless all the time. My pants won't fit over 
my diapers anyway, so I can't wear them."
	"What about the pants you just took off?" Jay asked. "They fit 
you."
	"I'm talking about my cloth diapers," I said. "Believe me, my 
pants won't fit over them!"
	"I'm kind of the same way, sort of," Jay explained.
	"You don't wear pants at home, either?" I asked Jay, thinking how 
cool this was, since nobody I knew who liked to wear diapers liked to 
wear any pants over them either, and in most cases couldn't because of 
the thickness of their diapers. Jay's situation, however, was 
different.
	"No," he said. "Whenever I get home from school, my Mom or my 
sisters make me take them off and then make me wear even more 
underwear."
	"How much more?" I asked him.
	"A lot more," he said. "You think I'm wearing a lot of underwear 
now, this is nothing." Jay was snapping his waistbands over his 
stomach. I felt my dick tingling as I imagined Jay having even more 
underwear on than he was already wearing.
	"My Mom and my sister make me wear as much underwear as I can get 
to fit, so this makes it so that my pants don't fit and I have to go 
around in just my underwear the whole time and everyone sees it 
showing. They want me to wear a lot so that they don't have to see and 
smell my poop, and so it doesn't leak and get onto the furniture. Since 
I also have to share the bed with Lori, she wants me to have extra 
underwear on since I'm in 'her' bed. It's pretty embarrassing when my 
sisters bring their friends over and have to explain to them why I'm 
always in my underwear and why I'm wearing so many of them. I can't 
hide it. I can't go anywhere except the back yard. I haven't had any 
real friends up until I met you because of all this."
	At this point Jay started crying. I put my arm around his 
shoulder and comforted him.
	"You have me as a friend," I told him.
	"Thanks," Jay said. "You're the only one who really understands. 
You're the first kid in school I have ever felt I could trust."
	"Did you have any friends before you met me?" I asked him.
	"I knew a few kids in school, but most of them didn't want to be 
around me because I stunk all the time and they always pointed out how 
my underwear was always showing and they'd try to guess how many pairs 
I had on," Jay said.
	"You didn't know anyone who wore diapers?" I asked him.
	"I knew of a couple of kids who wore them, but even they didn't 
want to be friends with me," Jay said as he started shedding some tears 
again. I decided that maybe Jay needed a moment to regain his composure 
from having to tell me about his past. I needed to get this diaper 
changed at once. I ran out into the hallway and jumped around a couple 
times, slapping my rear end. I then started singing.
	"Diaper butt! Diaper butt! Someone come and change my diaper 
butt! Diaper butt! Diaper butt! Someone come and change my DIAPER 
BUTT!"
	"Be right there!" Cindy shouted. With this I came back into my 
bedroom and Cindy was right behind me.
	"He gets really excited over wearing diapers, especially when he 
introduces new friends," Cindy explained. She got out my diapers, 
diaper pins, plastic pants, wipes and powder, preparing for my diaper 
change. Jay could see that this was what she was going to do. Cindy 
noticed the look on his face as he studied the tall stack of diapers.
	"He likes to wear a lot of diapers, in case you were wondering 
why I brought so many of them out," Cindy explained to satisfy Jay's 
apparent curiosity.
	"You mean your SISTERS change your diapers?!" Jay asked me.
	"Of course!" Cindy replied, answering on my behalf.
	"Do you want me to leave?" Jay asked Cindy.
	"You're a boy, right?" Cindy said.
	"Yeah, of course I'm a boy," Jay replied, wondering what the 
point of this question was.
	"Then there won't be anything that you haven't seen yourself," 
Cindy said. "Even if you were a girl you could stay and watch since a 
lot of girls have watched Chris get his diapers changed, too."
	"You let GIRLS change your diapers?" Jay asked me.
	"Don't have a choice," I said. "That's how my sisters were born."
	"You wouldn't like getting your diapers changed as much if you 
had older brothers do it for you," Cindy said. I didn't answer her, but 
she was right and she knew that I enjoyed getting this kind of 
attention from my sisters, anyway.
	Jay had since then taken a seat on the chair at my desk. Here he 
sat and watched Cindy diaper me while Cindy asked him some questions 
and told him about how she and Lisa have been changing my diapers for 
almost four years now.
	"I do most of the changes now, now that Lisa's older and busier 
and doing other things," Cindy continued to explain to Jay. "She and I 
used to be about half and half and we'd take turns. Do you have any 
sisters?"
	"Yeah," Jay answered.
	"Older or younger?"
	"Older, both of them."
	"Do they ever change your diap-- well, your underwear?" Cindy 
asked Jay.
	"No, they think it's really gross, so they don't do anything like 
that," he said. "They just like to make sure I'm wearing a bunch of it, 
and they'll count how many pairs I'm wearing."
	"Ahh, it's not that bad," Cindy said. "I think it's fun, and you 
get used to the smell after awhile," Cindy replied.
	"What's so fun about it?" Jay asked curiously.
	"There's just something satisfying about being a girl and not 
needing to wear diapers, but yet at the same time, seeing that your 
brother likes to wear diapers and well, that he needs them now. It's 
sort of a reaffirmation that makes us glad that we're girls, since it 
seems that only boys like to wear diapers. Besides, little brothers 
look cute in diapers, anyway. I'm sure your sisters think you look cute 
in your, well, whatever you call what you wear."
	"They say I look cute all the time," Jay said. "But I think 
they're just teasing me about my problem."
	"They're saying it because you're their little brother and they 
love you," Cindy said to Jay.
	"It's the only thing my sisters can say about me," Jay said. "To 
them I'm just a boy who wears a bunch of underpants and poops in them 
and stinks all the time. Every time they look at me, what do they see? 
A big bunch of white underwear on my butt. It's hard to look at someone 
wearing a bunch of underwear without noticing it and knowing or asking 
what it's for. When you look at someone who's wearing pants you don't 
really think much about it. You don't really think about how that 
person goes to the bathroom, but for me, it's different. It's the only 
thing my sisters can say about me. They always go around telling me 
that they can keep their pants on but I can't. I mean, every time my 
sisters or their friends see me in my underwear, that's what they see, 
lots and lots of underwear. You can't just look at my butt without 
wondering why I have so much underwear on, so all my sisters can talk 
about is how I poop in them all the time and stink."
	"That's about how we look at Chris," Cindy said. "Right, Chris?"
	"Yep, I'm just a diaper boy to you and Lisa," I said to Cindy as 
she was busy wiping my bum up.
	"Yeah, Chris is always in just his diapers at home, so it's kind 
of hard to associate our little brother with anything else besides 
diapers. You sure can't keep from noticing that he's got a lot of 
thick, white diapers on him all the time."
	"My sisters are always telling me how they get to wear pants and 
don't have to wear a bunch of underwear," Jay said, repeating some of 
the things he had said before.
	"Lisa and I do the same thing," Cindy said. "It's our sworn duty 
as older sisters to constantly remind our younger brother that he's 
stuck in diapers while we, his sisters, can still wear pants and use 
the toilet. And Chris accepts this, too. That's why we say that 
everyone wears the pants in this family as long as you use the toilet, 
and since Chris doesn't use the toilet, he doesn't wear the pants. 
Isn't that right, Chris?"
	I just nodded in agreement and watched Cindy continue to work on 
cleaning me up. At this point she was powdering me up, generously 
spreading powder all over my balls and all throughout my butt. My dick 
was standing at full erection, its skin stretched about as much as it 
could stand. I was about two yanks away from coming, at least this was 
how stimulated I felt now. Jay couldn't help but to stare at my 
flagpole, its pulsing veins trying to pierce through the thin sheath of 
skin. I had no idea how far along Jay was in puberty since the only 
times I had seen him naked was from behind.
	Cindy then got my diapers ready. While Jay watched, Cindy folded 
the diapers and stuffed them underneath my butt. She pinned them on 
very tightly and securely using lots of pins. My dick instantly went 
from 90 degrees up to about 180 degrees in an instant as the thick 
diapers buried my nearly painfully stiff penis. Knowing that Jay was 
there to watch, she wanted to make sure he got a good show out of it. I 
looked down at the huge mass of cloth and then looked up at Jay.
	"Kind of thick, eh?" I said.
	"Yeah, those are thicker than what I wear," Jay said.
	"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Cindy said as she got out my 
Thickies diapers to put on top of the ones she already put on.
	"I thought *my* underwear was big," Jay commented.
	Cindy stopped for a moment and retrieved another Thickies diaper. 
She handed it and some of the special extra long pins to Jay so that he 
could examine them more closely. The sexual tension I was feeling was 
too much to suppress and the urge was too strong to ignore. While Cindy 
had her backed turned I began rubbing myself, enough to bring on an 
orgasm, which at this point didn't take much effort. I tried to keep 
quiet about it, but I couldn't help it. Cindy knew what I had done, 
especially with how I was panting and sweating. My complexion was red.
	"You could have asked me to leave the room, you know," Cindy 
said. "I understand."
	"Sorry, I just had to let it go," I said, embarrassed that Cindy 
knew that I had just jacked off.
	"You probably need a moment to cool down," she said. I just 
nodded and she turned her attention to Jay.
	"Just think of what it would be like to wear a couple of those," 
Cindy said, referring to the Thickies diaper that Jay was examining. 
She pointed out the features of the diapers, which, after ejaculating, 
made it difficult to listen to her describe my Thickies diapers in such 
detail while trying to let my dick come to a rest.
	Cindy then returned to my diaper change and finished it up. She 
super-pinned both of my Thickies onto me and then topped it all off 
with my big plastic pants.
	"That's how a diaper change is done around here," Cindy said. She 
had me stand up and turn my butt to Jay so that she could demonstrate 
the thickness of my diapers with the spank test. My body still felt 
weak and flaccid as I savored the orgasm I just gave myself. I bent 
over and let Cindy have at it. Apparently she had a rotten day at 
school and took out her frustrations and wailed on me. I didn't feel a 
thing.
	"See?" Cindy said. "That's how thick his diapers are."
	Cindy took my dirty diaper with her and left the room. Meanwhile, 
I got up and waddled over to the door to close it.
	"You wanna take your pants off?" I asked Jay.
	"I dunno, should I?" Jay asked.
	"Do you want to?" I asked him.
	"If you want me to, I will," he said.
	"I want you to," I stated firmly, but not to the point of 
intimidating Jay. He agreed to remove his pants. He tossed them on the 
floor next to mine. He then walked around and adjusted his underpants, 
pulling up on the waistbands which covered up his stomach. I looked at 
his butt and noticed how much thicker his underwear appeared in the 
middle with the triple-layered briefs all stacked up on his behind. 
There was no visual trace of his poop, but I could certainly smell it, 
especially since I was no longer a source of poop stink, at least not 
until my next bowel movement. I felt my dick trying to regain its 
erection as I stared at Jay's diaper-like butt, but I had just spent my 
load for awhile.
	I showed Jay several things that were related to my diaper 
fetish. I showed him the stories that I had written and printed out, 
adding that there were more of them on the computer that I hadn't 
printed. I showed him my drawings as well as Derek's and of course, 
Aaron's drawings. I showed him the materials that I had from the D.B.A. 
club. There was too much of it for him to read all the way through it. 
He was most impressed by the series of proofs that I had from my diaper 
modeling stint in California this summer.
	"Wait until you see my photo albums and some of the videos my 
sisters have taken of me," I said. "I even have videos of me getting my 
diapers changed."
	"Wow!" Jay said, astonished that I had so much stuff on diapers.
	"You want something to drink?" I asked Jay.
	"Sure, what do you have?" Jay asked.
	"How's Kool-Aid sound?" I offered.
	"Sure," Jay said. I left the room for a moment and went to the 
kitchen. I poured myself some Kool-Aid and put it in one of my baby 
bottles. I poured Jay's into a glass. I went back to the room and gave 
him his drink.
	"You drink out of a baby bottle?" Jay asked me.
	"Sometimes," I said. "It's fun to pretend I'm still a baby boy in 
diapers."
	I brought some of the stories and other materials over to my crib 
and invited Jay to join me and sit in it with me. He climbed up into it 
and the two of us sat there while I let him look at the materials that 
I brought with me. Jay set his drink on the nightstand where he could 
reach it from the crib.
	"So, how many pairs are you wearing right now?" I asked Jay.
	"I dunno, I haven't counted," Jay said. "I just put on as many as 
I can wear so that my pants still fit."
	I asked Jay if he'd mind me counting how pairs he had on. He 
didn't mind. In fact, I had a feeling he enjoyed the attention.
	I had Jay get on his hands and knees while I knelt behind him and 
counted the number of pairs he had on. Even with having only ejaculated 
about twenty minutes ago my dick was begging for more at the sight of 
Jay's big, white, triple-seated underpants of a yet undetermined 
quantity. I was so tempted to rub myself up against his butt, but I 
felt that I should hold off on things like this until he became more 
comfortable being around me in his "diapers." When I was done counting 
I determined he had on seventeen pairs. I was hoping it would be at 
least twenty, but at least I was close. Six of these pairs were 
backwards. Jay returned to sitting across from me. As he sat there 
before me I looked at his crotch. I could see several pairs of 
underwear stacked over him. Many of the pairs were not evenly layered 
atop one another, which allowed me to see several leg opening seams. 
Collectively, his underwear spanned his entire crotch almost as good as 
a Thickies diaper did.
	"Is this about what you usually wear?" I asked Jay.
	"At school and any time I have to put pants on and leave the 
house, yeah," Jay said. "When I'm at home without my pants on I wear a 
lot more than this," Jay said as he snapped some of his waistbands.
	"How much more do you wear at home?" I asked him. As I 
anticipated his answer I felt like I could cream my diapers again.
	"A lot more," Jay said. He held his hands out from his crotch by 
about couple inches and said, "they usually come to about here."
	"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Any idea how many that is?" I asked 
him.
	"I think about fifty," Jay said. "I lose count after thirty."
	"How can you wear so many at a time?" I asked him.
	"I wear size tens, since I'm really small. Then, I put on 
twelves, fourteens, sixteens, and then eighteens. Mom says she'll have 
to start buying men's sizes since they don't make boys' sizes past 
eighteen."
	"So, why doesn't your mom just have you wear diapers instead? I 
mean, real diapers?" I sounded more reportorial, as if I were Stone 
Phillips on NBC Dateline or something.
	"Well, that's what's weird," Jay started. "Mom got tired of 
buying diapers for me when I was four years old, even though they made 
them big enough to fit me then, especially since I was small for my 
age, still am. That's when my parents got divorced, so money was real 
tight. Mom thought that this would be a good time for me to start using 
the toilet for pooping. I had the peeing down okay, but I was always 
pooping in my diaper. One day Mom just took away my diapers, thinking I 
wouldn't poop in my pants if all I had on was a pair of underwear. I 
kept having poop accidents, and Mom got mad at me all the time. I 
actually asked her if I could have my diapers back because I tried to 
tell her that I can't hold it and I keep having to poop. She wouldn't 
get me any more diapers, saying that they cost too much.
	"Well, this kept up for awhile and my Mom kept spanking me for 
pooping my pants. It was so awful. Here I was, trying to tell her that 
I can't go without something to poop in. She thought maybe when I 
started kindergarten I would stop pooping my pants, but I didn't. The 
kids all laughed at me and wouldn't sit next to me, and the teachers 
kept complaining about it. That's when Mom said 'that's it'. She 
started sending me to school in several pairs of underwear, thinking 
that she would shame me out of pooping in my pants. I kept doing it 
anyway, and a couple times I had diarrhea and it soaked through, so 
then she started making me wear more underwear, a lot more."
	"So why were you pooping your pants all the time?" came my next 
question.
	"I went to a doctor one day and he told me that I had a problem 
called 'encopresis.' He told my Mom that there are things that can 
treat it, but Mom didn't want to spend the money on treatment, so she 
just kept making me wear several pairs of underwear."
	"So why underwear and not diapers?" I asked, seeing that Jay had 
deviated from my original question, not that I wasn't enjoying 
listening to his answers on other things.
	"Mom says she doesn't want to keep buying them," Jay said.
	"She could get cloth diapers for you, like what I wear," I told 
Jay. "And I know where you can get them. Maybe when I come over to your 
house I can talk to your Mom about it."
	"You can if you want," Jay said. "But underwear works okay. I 
didn't know they made diapers for anyone besides babies."
	"Oh yeah, and here's the proof," I said as I spread my legs apart 
more and pointed to my crotch. I then rolled back and started rubbing 
my butt, getting hard again."
	"You might be surprised how much better real diapers are," I told 
Jay. I told him about how much better Derek thought real diapers were 
after he had been wearing several pairs of underwear and trying to use 
them as diapers.
	"Well, for one thing, I have a lot of underwear that I don't 
think my Mom wants to throw out," Jay said. I asked him how many pairs 
he had, but he didn't know.
	"I have four big drawers full," Jay explained. "This doesn't 
include the ones that are dirty or in the wash or stuffed in boxes."
	My next question was about how Jay was getting triple-seated 
underwear since they didn't make it anymore as far as I knew. In fact, 
as far as I knew they only made double-seated underwear for boys until 
the mid 70s.
	"My Mom and my sister sew the extra layers into my underwear," 
Jay said. "When my underwear gets worn out, my Mom has Lori and Jolene 
cut out the butt and then sew it into new pairs," Jay explained. "When 
I was little Mom ordered them from a warehouse where they had all these 
old packages of double-seated underwear that were left over from when 
they used to make them. Then the warehouse closed, and they didn't make 
boys' underwear with double seats past size ten. So that's when my Mom 
and my sisters started making them themselves. They figured 'why stop 
at two layers?' So they made them with three layers."
	"Why stop at three?" I asked him.
	"Because they wanted to make sure every pair I wear has more 
layers in the butt, and if they did them with four, there wouldn't have 
been enough to go around."
	"That makes sense," I said.
	Jay and I continued to talk about other things such as his 
parents' divorcing when he was two. He didn't have much to say about 
his dad and could even hardly remember him and hadn't seen him since 
the day he left. This affected his potty training since he had no male 
figure to follow and neither his mother nor his sisters were willing to 
show him. His sisters were both out of diapers shortly after they each 
turned two, no surprise as they are girls. His mother expected him to 
do the same in spite of the fact that he was a boy. At this time money 
was very tight and his mother was pushing hard to get him out of 
diapers so she wouldn't have to keep buying them. Jay had already told 
me the rest of the story from this point, where he had continued to 
poop his pants in spite of having his diapers taken away until he was 
sent to kindergarten in multiple underpants.
	I still had one other question on my mind that remained to be 
answered.
	"How do you pee?" I asked Jay. Seeing that he had on seventeen 
pairs of underwear right now would make peeing at the urinal very 
difficult, especially with some of the pairs being on backwards. With 
fifty-some pairs, this would have been impossible.
	"I used to try to get my underwear off before I had to go, but a 
lot of times I ended up wetting before I could get them all off, so 
sometimes I just pee in them, too, especially at home since I wear a 
lot more underwear there and it soaks up most of it. Even if I did get 
my underwear off I'd have a hard-on and it would be hard to aim."
	"So, you must like wearing them if you get a hard-on."
	"I can't control it, it just gets stiff like that."
	"That's the way we boys are," I told Jay.
	"Ever pee your pants in school?" came my next question.
	"Sometimes," Jay said. "But I still try to go into a toilet if I 
can and await for my hard to die down."
	"You should just try wearing plastic pants over your briefs if 
you're not at least wearing regular diapers," I suggested. Jay said he 
would try this, especially after he added that sometimes he wets the 
bed and even all the underwear he puts on at night isn't enough to 
absorb it all.
	"It makes Lori mad when I wet the bed on her," Jay said. "One 
time she actually had to sleep in her underwear because her pajamas got 
wet, and she doesn't like not having her pajamas to wear."
	"I've never worn pajamas," I said.
	"Me, neither," Jay said.
	"I guess you could say we're in our 'pajamas' right now, I 
remarked, being that both of us were in the same attire that we each 
wore to bed.
	I offered to let Jay take one of my old pairs of plastic pants 
with him tonight. In fact, when we got up from my crib I let him put a 
pair on over his undies.
	"Let's go look at my photo albums," I suggested.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 119
----------------------------

	Jay was hesitant to leave my room and appear before my sisters in 
his "diapers."
	"Look what I'm wearing," I said, pointing to my much thicker set 
of Thickies and regular diapers, which dwarfed his comparatively thin 
seventeen pairs of underpants. "I can barely walk in these."
	Jay then followed me out of my room and into the living room 
where Cindy was watching TV and supposedly working on her homework. She 
looked up at Jay and she could tell from the waistbands that came up 
over his stomach from the pairs he had on backwards that he had on 
multiple underpants.
	"You want to try a diaper? A real diaper?" Cindy offered.
	"I dunno," Jay said as he hesitated. "I'm not sure if I want a 
girl to diaper me."
	"Oh come on, I know what boys look like down there," Cindy said. 
"And like I said, I don't bite."
	I wanted to encourage Jay to let Cindy diaper him, knowing she 
could do a better job and that I would get the satisfaction of watching 
my sister diaper him. He was still reluctant to let Cindy diaper him, 
and neither she nor I pushed the matter any further, so I offered to 
diaper him myself. We went back into my room and told Jay to remove his 
plastic pants and his underwear. He stripped off his briefs in sets of 
three or four, just like he did in the locker room. He had peed in his 
underwear, soaking it thoroughly. He took advantage of the plastic 
pants.
	"Wasn't that a lot easier?" I told him.
	"Yeah, because I really had to pee, and I didn't want to get it 
on your crib," he said.
	Jay's underwear was very much stained and covered with poop. I 
put his soiled briefs in my diaper pail and then I got out the wipes 
again. I cleaned up Jay's poop-covered bottom. Also, since he had a 
rash I treated this with some Desitin. I looked at his dick and noticed 
that it was standing straight up, which of course was what I expected. 
His penis was smaller and he hadn't developed as quickly as Tony and I 
did. He had no pubic hair yet. I asked him if he enjoyed being cleaned 
up by someone else. There was some hesitation, so I asked him again. He 
was a little embarrassed to speak.
	"Be honest, I'm your friend, remember?" I assured him.
	"It feels good, I suppose," he finally said quietly, sounding 
awkward.
	"It's supposed to," I told him. "Do you ever play with it?"
	Jay paused for a moment and then, sounding ashamed of himself, 
admitted that he did do this. I continued to talk to him while I 
proceeded to diaper him up.
	"It shouldn't bother you that you do that. I mean, just about all 
boys do it, you know."
	"Yeah, but I don't think anyone else does it the way I have to 
it. I have to do it through my underwear," Jay said. This was no 
surprise, given the number of pairs he would have had to take off.
	"That's how I have to do it," I told him. "You think I'm taking 
all these diapers off to jack off? Fuck that! Besides, I like it better 
through my diapers, since my diapers become part of the whole jacking 
off thing. You saw me doing it earlier while Cindy was getting a 
Thickies diaper to show you."
	"Yeah, I couldn't believe you did that right in front of your 
sister."
	"I couldn't wait," I said.
	"Is it okay to do that?" Jay asked me.
	"What, jack off with my sister in the room?" I asked him to 
clarify.
	"I meant, just to, you know, do it?" Jay asked again.
	"Of course it is," I told him.
	"I told you, Jay, just about every boy jack off, and the only 
ones who don't jack off have been told not to do it because of what 
their churches tell them, and don't even get me started on that one; it 
pisses me off too much to think about it."
	I then realized I may have committed a faux pas. I didn't know if 
Jay has any religious affiliations or if he went to church, so I asked 
him.
	"No, we never go to church. My mom's always working Sundays, for 
one thing. Why you ask, anyway?"
	"I just wanted to make sure I didn't piss you off, since I didn't 
know if you would have been offended by my comment."
	"No, but what does going to church have to do with this?" Jay 
asked.
	"Because some churches tell kids not to masturbate, so they grow 
up with a bunch of fucked-up ideas about their bodies and their 
sexuality and all that shit, all because they're afraid that they're 
sinning and going to hell because of playing with their dicks. It's sad 
to see this happen to anyone, it's really sad. I can't stand it."
	Jay nodded in agreement, though he was taken aback somewhat by my 
ranting.
	"It's just something I take very seriously," I told Jay. "My 
point is, Jay, it's perfectly normal and natural for boys to jack off, 
and that's the way it should be. Never feel guilty about it, ever. And 
don't let anybody tell you otherwise. If they do, they're full of 
shit!"
	"I've been going out to the couch to sleep there at night because 
of it," Jay said. "I can't do it in the same bed as my sister."
	"You don't have to," I said. "That's probably why she sometimes 
goes out on the couch, too," I said.
	"You mean girls do it, too?" Jay asked.
	"Yeah, but they have to do it differently," I said. "They don't 
have dicks like we boys do."
	"What do you think about when you, you know, do it?" Jay asked 
me. Since he asked, I told him and demonstrated with my own diapers 
while explaining it to Jay.
	"I think about boys who are wearing really, super, super, duper 
pooper super thick, white diapers that cover their whole butt and 
crotch, so thick that they can't even walk in them, and then come up 
way high in the front. Diapers that they have peed and pooped in 
several times over several hours, unchanged, doing this while several 
girls wearing high, tight shorts that show their lack of diapers are 
watching. Then afterwards they change these boys and wipe their dicks 
and butts down and then put a big diaper-buttload bunch more super 
thick diapers back on them. That's just one of the things that I think 
about, but it always involves diapers and boys, and usually girls who 
at least observe, but usually also change their diapers."
	"Wow," Jay said. "I thought I was crazy for what I think about."
	"What do you think about?" I asked Jay.
	"The same thing, pretty much," he said after pausing.
	"You probably think of underwear instead of diapers," I told him.
	"Yeah, but I still think about them being big and thick and 
pooping in them," Jay said.
	"Do you think about girls like I do?" I asked Jay.
	"Sometimes," Jay said. "I know it sounds crazy, but I actually 
kind of like all those things my sisters say to me. I know that sounds 
weird."
	"Not at all," I assured him. "I always think about all the things 
my sisters say to me about boys being in diapers and needing them and 
girls don't."
	"Gee, Chris, you really are a good friend," Jay said. "Now I know 
I can talk to you about things I have had to keep to myself."
	"Then I know you'll love all the stories that I've written as 
well as Tony's and Bryce's and Aaron's stories and his pictures. Even 
Derek has some stories and pictures. We all like to write about our 
sisters diapering us or drawing pictures of our sisters doing this. All 
of us have sisters except for Luke and Nathan, who are brothers."
	"I actually wanted to ask Cindy to diaper me," Jay confessed. "I 
didn't want to hurt your feelings, and well, I was too embarrassed to 
say that I really wanted your sister to do it."
	"That's okay," I said. "You'll have plenty of opportunities for 
her to diaper you."
	A few minutes later I had Jay all diapered up, including a 
Thickies in the bunch. His small waist size really made my big diapers 
dwarf his slender body.
	"What do you think?" I asked Jay.
	"These are a lot thicker than my underwear," Jay said.
	"You like 'em?"
	"Yeah, they feel good," Jay said.
	"How good?" I asked him.
	"Well, uhh," he stammered.
	"Is your dick hard?" I asked him. He shyly uttered a "yes" and I 
told him to relax. I then said, "it's hard, isn't it? Huh, huh, isn't 
it hard? It's hard and stiff, definitely hard and stiff, really hard 
and stiff, isn't it? It's trying to poke its way out of those thick 
diapers, huh, right?!"
	Jay cracked a little smile and said that it was getting harder 
and stiffer. I then broke into my Rain Man voice.
	"Yeah, my penis is getting stiff, yeah. Yeah, definitely getting 
stiff! It's getting hard, Charlie. I got a hard-on, Charlie. It's 
definitely a hard=on, yeah, yeah!"
	"Who's Charlie?" Jay asked me.
	"Have you ever seen 'Rain Man'?" I asked Jay, before realizing 
that as poor as he was he probably didn't get to see too many movies.
	"Never seen it," he said.
	"You'd understand if you saw the movie. Maybe we can watch it 
during a sleepover," I suggested.
	"It's still hard," Jay said.
	"Naturally it is, Jay! We're both boys, and when you're in 
diapers all the time, your dick tends to get hard a lot." With this I 
slapped the front of my diapers with my hands.
	"Go look in the mirror," I told Jay. He went over to it and 
checked himself out from several angles. As I expected, he looked at 
his butt more than anything else. He even bent over to get a look at 
his butt and crotch together.
	"I want to get some diapers now," Jay said shyly.
	"So, no more underwear?" I asked him.
	"Well, yeah, since I have a lot of it, but maybe my Mom can start 
buying me real diapers instead from that place you told me about."
	"Kidz Klothez," I told him. "Maybe we can go there together 
sometime."
	"Where's that?" he asked.
	"The mall. Have you ever been there?"
	"Yeah, a few times, but we can't afford anything they sell 
there."
	I decided to change the subject and take Jay back out to the 
front room and show him my photo albums. Lisa was out there with Cindy 
and both of them looked at Jay.
	"You look cute!" Lisa said to Jay.
	"Yeah, Chris diapered you pretty good there," Cindy remarked. She 
then looked at his diapers up close and said, "but I still do a better 
job."
	She patted his butt, which was something Jay was apparently used 
to from his own sisters, since he wasn't phased by her doing this.
	In the meantime, I had taken the other load of Jay's dirty 
underwear to the laundry room. I transferred the first set of 
underpants to the dryer and started the second load. I then pulled out 
several photo albums and showed them to Jay.
	"Wow, you're in diapers in all these pictures," Jay remarked.
	"Yeah, I don't think there's a single picture of me wearing 
anything besides diapers and a shirt in here," I remarked as I pointed 
out the thick photo album. "Just the ones where I am outside in cold 
weather are the ones I am wearing pants in."
	"You even wear your diapers around during Christmas?" he said.
	"Oh yeah, the whole family knows I go around in diapers all the 
time," I said. "What about you?"
	"Well, I only have an aunt and a couple girl cousins who come 
over," Jay said. "They see me in my 'diapers' all the time and say the 
same things as my sisters do. Why do girls have to be so mean to us 
boys?"
	"We're not mean, are we?" Cindy asked Lisa.
	"We used to be, but I think Chris has gotten used to us."
	"Yeah, we girls just think you boys look cute in diapers. That, 
and we don't have to wear them!"
	"That's what my sisters tell me, all the time."
	"Well, they're right, can't argue with that one," Cindy said. Jay 
then returned his attention to the photo albums. While he was looking 
at the pictures I noticed he was rubbing himself through his diapers. I 
got a hard-on knowing that my posing in diapers was jack-off worthy to 
him.
	After I showed Jay several photo albums of me in diapers I showed 
him some of the first videos that Cindy and Lisa had taken of me 
shortly after I got put into diapers. I then showed him the first video 
that Cindy took of Lisa changing me. Cindy didn't get any shots of me 
completely naked, but otherwise she kept the camera running the whole 
time.
	Cindy then sneaked up and took a picture of Jay and me in 
diapers.
	"Gotcha!" she said. She then asked us to pose for a couple more 
shots. Jay was reluctant at first, but he agreed to appear before the 
camera in his diapers. I think he was starting to have some real fun 
with wearing diapers now, something that he had apparently been longing 
to do.
	After this, I asked Jay if he wanted to go next door and see 
Derek and Steven.
	"You mean, go over there like this?" he asked.
	"Yeah, I go over there all the time in just my diapers!" I said.
	"But we have to go outside," Jay said.
	"It's not very far," I said. Just walk out front and walk next 
door."
	"Let me walk behind you," Jay said.
	"So you can enjoy the view, right?" I remarked. Jay broke a light 
smile. With this arrangement, he agreed to go over with me to Derek's 
house. Jennie greeted us at the door.
	"You got him in diapers, I see," she said. "You like diapers?"
	"Uh yeah, they're okay," Jay replied. I knew he was too 
embarrassed to honestly tell Jennie that he liked wearing real diapers. 
She invited us in and told us that Derek and Steven were in their room. 
As expected, Derek and Steven were both in thick diapers, too. I 
estimated that there was probably enough diaper material among the four 
of us that, if each diaper we had on were laid end to end, would run 
over half the length of the block. We spent just a few minutes 
together. Derek showed us some of the new "Poopitus" cartoons that he 
had drawn. Jay thought they were funny, especially with how big and 
thick he drew the boys' diapers and how much poop he drew in them when 
he showed the boys getting changed. No wonder his brown crayons were 
more used up. The same could also be said of his yellow crayons.
	We talked for a few minutes and exchanged stories about how we 
all wound up in diapers. Jay told a very abbreviated version of his 
story, leaving out a lot of the things that he only told me. Derek was 
astonished that Jay mentioned having on fifty pairs. Steven couldn't 
even count this high yet.
	"Count to twenty, then count to twenty again, and then count to 
ten," Derek explained to his little brother. He used the diaper pins 
from the diaper pin box to illustrate how much fifty was by laying them 
out on the floor in two sets of twenty and in one set of ten.
	"Whoa!" Steven exclaimed. "That's a LOT!"
	Next, we played a couple of Nintendo games. I was wondering if 
Jay had ever even played a video game in his life. I kept thinking that 
Jay must have been feeling jealous that even Derek and his living 
conditions were better than what Jay had at home. To my surprise, Jay 
had played Nintendo, though his explanation didn't really surprise me.
	"I used to play it when they had it on demo at K-Mart," Jay said. 
"All we have is an Atari that Mom got us for Christmas from Savers. I 
saw another one in there and it was like ten dollars."
	"At least you have that," I said to Jay, knowing that, even 
without having been to his house yet, that he didn't have much. We 
spent about a half hour playing games. Jay was doing pretty well. He 
made it to level three on Super Mario Brothers on his first run after 
he watched Derek and me play for awhile.
	Before Jay and I went back to my house Derek and I talked about 
Saturday's meeting.
	"Is Jay coming to the meeting?" Derek asked me.
	"Oh yeah, he is," I said. "In fact, he's going to be sleeping 
over tomorrow night. Is Steven coming?"
	"He's not five yet," Derek said.
	"So, let him come anyway and he can sit in as a guest," I told 
him. "Jay will just be a guest."
	I decided that I had better get back home so that I could work on 
my homework and finish up my paper for English.
	"See you at the meeting Saturday," I told Derek as Jay and I left 
his house. Jennie led us to the door and stared at our diapered butts 
and watched us waddle as we returned to my house.
	"Wow, you know a lot of boys who wear diapers," Jay said.
	"I don't know what it is, but I seem to have a way to find them."
	"I'm sure glad they're all boys," Jay said.
	"Same here," I said.
	Back at my house, I showed Jay some things on the computer. I 
brought up some of the unprinted stories I had written and I also 
showed him some of my diary entries from over the summer. We continued 
to read stories. By this time I was needing to jack off again after 
having read the stories. I asked Jay if he would like to join me in a 
diaper-rubbing session, explaining what it entailed. To my surprise he 
readily agreed and I imagined that he was just as horny as I was from 
seeing me in diapers as well as Derek and Steven, as well as from all 
the diaper stuff that he had been initially exposed to. I had him get 
on his hands and knees while I rubbed my front up against his butt. 
With all I had been through this afternoon it didn't take me long to 
come. Jay agreed that this would be a lot of fun, so, as I rested I got 
into the same position as he was in before and I let him rub himself up 
against my butt. He wasn't able to ejaculate yet, but he still said 
that he "came."
	"This is the most fun I have ever had," Jay said to me. "I don't 
think I have felt this happy in a long time."
	Jay even gave me a hug for being such a good friend to him. I was 
beginning to think that I was the brother he wished he had. I knew how 
he was feeling. Tony seemed more like a brother to me as he was my 
first real friend. Still, I really felt good about having made a 
difference for Jay. He trusted me with his secrets and he felt a lot 
better being able to share with me the things that he had kept hidden.
	"How does a sleepover sound tomorrow night?" I asked Jay.
	"You serious?" Jay asked me, sounding incredulous.
	"You don't have to, if you don't want to, I understand," I said.
	"Are you kidding? I'd love to stay over!" Jay said. "Nobody's 
ever invited me to a sleepover before."
	"Well now I have," I said. "Tony's gonna be here, too, is that 
okay?"
	"Yeah, sure," Jay replied. "It'll be nice not having to share the 
bed with Lori for once."
	"You can either sleep in the crib with me, or we'll bring a cot 
in here and let you sleep on it while Tony and me share the crib, it's 
up to you."
	After we discussed the sleepover some more Jay read some of my 
diaper stories while I worked on my writing assignment for English that 
was due tomorrow. I almost had it done by the time my Mom came home 
from work, and by the time Dad was home it was finished. All I needed 
to do now was to print it. It would come out at thirteen printed pages 
in length, which was probably a lot longer than what Mrs. Steck wanted. 
I had to take out a lot of vulgarity and numerous references to my 
diapered butt, hard-ons, jacking off and the like, and had to make it 
suitable for use as a writing assignment.
	Jay must have been jealous when he met my parents, knowing that 
he didn't have it so well with his family. He was shy as he approached 
my Mom and Dad, but they assured him that he was welcome at our house.
	"Maybe Jay can stay for dinner," Mom suggested, probably knowing 
that he didn't eat a decent meal at home. I figured he must eat okay, 
since obviously he needed something to generate all the poop that he 
put in his underwear. On the other hand, he was rather thin.
	Jay called his mother, who was still at work, to ask her if he 
could stay for dinner. His mother said he could and mentioned that she 
would pick him up afterwards, though she wasn't sure when she'd get off 
work. I told Jay what our address was so that his mother would know 
where to pick him up.
	Tonight we had roast beef, which was a delicacy that Jay probably 
didn't get to enjoy very often. We also had mashed potatoes and gravy. 
Jay exercised good table manners and savored every bite of his plate. I 
could tell that he was very happy with what he was served. Because of 
Jay's painful past, not much was said about what he had been through, 
though he did explain why he wore multiple underpants instead of 
diapers.
	"Chris used to do that, you know," my Mom said. "I think he used 
to make himself get diarrhea on purpose just so he could 'diaper' 
himself." Mom said this just as Lisa was pouring some beef gravy over 
her mashed potatoes.
	"You just had to mention diarrhea at the dinner table, huh?" Lisa 
said.
	"Yeah, and while you were pouring the gravy, too!" I commented. 
Lisa winced and paused for a moment before taking her first bite of the 
mashed potatoes. Jay pretty much kept quiet other than to tell everyone 
how glad he was to have me as a friend and looked forward to visiting.
	"You're always welcome here, Jay," my Dad assured him.
	"That's good," I said. "Because I was wondering if Jay could stay 
over tomorrow night."
	"You're already having Tony stay over, right?"
	"Yeah, but I can still have Jay, too, can't I?"
	"Well, I dunno," Mom said.
	"Aww Mom, it'll be Jay's first sleepover ever!" I said. "He's 
really looking forward to it."
	Mom and Dad looked at each other. Dad just shrugged and nodded to 
indicate his approval.
	"Well, okay," Mom said. "Just don't be rowdy and don't stay up 
all night."
	"I know," I said.
	Jay and I high-fived each other and said, "yyyyesss!"
	"I can't wait to find out what Chris' room will smell like with 
three diapered boys sleeping in it," Lisa remarked.
	"I wonder what the back yard will smell like after the diaper 
club meeting on Saturday," Cindy said.
	Next we got to talking about everyone's school day. Both Jay and 
I had several complaints about Phil Brown.
	"That's it, I'm writing a letter to the school," Mom said. "Just 
tell me what all he's done so far to you, Chris."
	"When are you writing the letter?" I asked Mom.
	"After Jay leaves we can do it on the computer," Mom said.
	"You're not gonna have me give it to Mr. Brown, are you?"
	"No, of course not, I'm mailing it," Mom said. "What good would 
it do to give it to him? He'd just throw it away and probably yell at 
you more."
	By the time dinner was over with it was getting close to 7:00 and 
Jay's mother was going to be picking him up soon. At this time Jay and 
I went back into my room where I had taken his diapers off. He had peed 
and pooped in them, and he pooped quite a bit, too, so I had no doubts 
at that point that he had been eating well, especially since his 
underwear was just as filthy when I took it off before I diapered him.
	"So, you like diapers better?" I asked Jay.
	"A lot better," he said. "I don't think my Mom can afford to buy 
me Thickies, though."
	"You don't have to wear Thickies, you know," I said. "You can buy 
flat cloth diapers at Kidz Klothez. You just have to fold them first 
and then pin them on."
	"Well, that's another reason my Mom doesn't have me wear 
diapers," Jay said. "My Mom wants me to be able to put on my own 
underwear and take it off."
	"I can show you how to do it when you get some real diapers," I 
told him.
	"I'll talk to my Mom about getting some diapers," Jay said. After 
I cleaned him up I put the diapers in the pail and carried it to the 
laundry room. While I was in there I gathered up Jay's underwear and 
hauled it back in a laundry basket. Jay started putting it on. He went 
through the basket, sorting out the smaller sized pairs from the larger 
ones. He put on about a dozen pairs and then started putting them on 
backwards.
	"Why do you wear some of them backwards?" I asked Jay.
	"The extra layers in the seats help soak up the pee in case I pee 
in them, and my Mom makes me wear them this way so that they will show 
above my pants in the front, too. I can also get more pairs on at a 
time by doing this."
	Jay managed to get twenty-four pairs of underwear on with the two 
sizes that he had available to him, pushing the outermost pairs to the 
absolute limit. He put the remaining pairs that wouldn't fit in his 
plastic bag. I asked Jay if he wanted to wear the plastic pants, too, 
which he agreed to take with him.
	"Now Lori won't complain about me wetting the bed on her 
anymore," Jay said.
	"Keep them, they're yours," I told Jay. "They're an older pair 
that doesn't fit over my diapers anymore."
	"I just hope it fits over my underwear," Jay commented.
	"You got lots of room," I told him, seeing that there was quite a 
bit of space in his plastic pants.
	"I wear a lot of underwear, too," Jay said. "This is only what I 
can wear up to size 12. I still have three more sizes to go over 
these."
	Jay and I goofed around for a few minutes and played computer 
games while waiting for his mother to show up. When she pulled up I 
looked out the front window. She was driving an old Toyota hatchback 
that had seen its better days. Jay's mother came to the door and 
greeted my parents.
	"So, my boy's finally found a friend," she said as she introduced 
herself to my parents. She had a loud, boisterous voice.
	"Yes. He's a very well-mannered boy," my Mom said to Jay's mom.
	"So where's this Chris he's told me about?" I heard her ask my 
Mom. I went to the door and greeted her. She seemed nice enough. She 
was heavyset, about proportional to Megan, not quite as big as Lisa.
	"Pleased to meet you, Chris," she said. "I thought I had Jay's 
butt all covered up in all the underwear he has to wear, but it looks 
like you got him beat in that area."
	I just gave her an awkward smile.
	"So where's Jay?" she asked.
	"Right here, Mom!" Jay said as he was still in the middle of 
playing a game on the computer.
	"Let's go, Jay!" she said.
	"I wanna finish this game!" he said.
	"I said NOW!" his mother demanded. I knew she meant business. 
With this, Jay got up from the computer and walked to his mother, 
carrying his plastic bag containing the remaining pairs of underwear 
along with his pants.
	"Got your pants off already," his mother said as she took them 
from his hand. "Good boy."
	She then looked at the plastic pants that Jay was wearing and 
asked what they were.
	"They're plastic pants," Jay described. "Chris gave them to me. 
Now in case I wet the bed I won't get the sheets wet and Lori won't 
complain."
	Jay's mother then pulled back on the plastic pants and looked at 
Jay's underwear.
	"They're kind of loose, but by the time you get the rest of your 
underwear on that should fill them up the rest of the way," his mother 
said.
	As Jay was leaving, I whispered "sleepover" to him, hoping he'd 
read my lips.
	"Oh yeah, Mom? Can I sleep over here tomorrow night?"
	"A sleepover?" she said. "You think you're ready for a sleepover, 
after just meeting Chris?"
	"It'll be fun, Mom, I haven't been to a sleepover before!"
	"Well, nobody wants a boy who poops his pants sleeping in his 
bed, that's why," his mother said.
	"He can poop all he wants," I said. "I poop my pants, too, well, 
actually, my diapers."
	"Well, okay, it's up to you, Jay," his mother told him. "But 
you'll either have to wait until I get home or find a way to come over 
with Chris after school."
	"We'll figure something out," I told his mother.
	"Okay," Jay's mother said. "Let's get home, Jay."
	"See you tomorrow," I said to Jay, staring at his "diapered" butt 
as I watched his mother escort him out to the car.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 120
----------------------------

	After Jay had gone home with his mother my Mom and I went over to 
the computer together. Mom started up WordPerfect. Because Jay had shut 
off the computer while he had WordPerfect open along with a file, the 
software assumed that a power failure had occurred. The software 
maintained backups of all the files that were open while the program 
was running and it brought these up when the program was started again. 
Because of this functionality, one of my stories had come up on the 
screen. I called it "Willy Wanker and the 'Chocolate Factory'" with 
"Chocolate Factory" underlined. It was pretty easy to figure out what 
the "chocolate factory" referred to, being a poopy-diapers story, of 
course.
	"Oh, Chris," Mom groaned in her mildly disapproving tone, even 
though she knew I wrote things like this all the time.
	"What?" I asked Mom, knowing what she was groaning about.
	"Willy Wanker and the Chocolate Factory," Mom repeated the title. 
It wasn't often that I heard Mom say the word "wanker."
	This particular story was about a boy named Willie who jacked off 
in his diapers every time he had to take a crap, so he always ate lots 
of chocolate and would give himself diarrhea on purpose so that he 
could jack off more. It was quite a vulgar story, to say the least. I 
think Mom read the first few lines just to get an idea what the story 
was about. If she only knew how the rest of it went.
	I just looked at mom sheepishly with an embarrassed grin as Mom 
sighed, shook her head and closed the file and then started with a 
clean slate. She began typing the letter, the letter in which I hoped 
would bring Mr. Brown's career as a professional asshole to an end:

Dear Mr. Carberry,

My son Chris is currently enrolled in the seventh grade Boys Physical 
Education class. His instructor is Phil Brown. Chris is among several 
boys in the class who wear diapers. Chris has brought to my attention 
several complaints regarding Mr. Brown's poor conduct towards him and 
the other boys who wear diapers for this very reason. To date, my son 
has cited the following actions by Mr. Brown having taken place during 
the class:

	Now it was my turn to get in a few words about Mr. Brown's 
conduct. Mom asked me to describe in detail all of the things that Mr. 
Brown had done so far. I rattled off all the charges that I could think 
of, some of which Mom couldn't believe.
	"You're being totally honest, right?" Mom asked me.
	"Yes, I am," I said emphatically.
	"Okay, because this is letter is going both to the Principal and 
to the Superintendent, so it's important that you not falsely accuse 
your P.E. teacher of something he didn't really do."
	"Well, he's done all this stuff, Mom, believe me," I said. "Tony 
and Jay can back me up on it, too. So can Bryce and Luke. They also 
have Mr. Brown and--"
	"Okay, Chris, I believe you," Mom said as she cut me off. "He 
just outright insults you boys, that's just not right. I thought part 
of a coach's job was to inspire and to teach respect for one another, 
even your competitors."
	"I don't think 'respect' is even in his vocabulary," I commented. 
We had a good list of things to bring to the attention of the school's 
top administrators. Mom continued writing after I had come up with 
enough accusations to hopefully get Mr. Brown out of our school.

As a parent, I find it appalling that a teacher would treat his 
students this way. I feel that a teacher should be fair and objective 
and should treat all students equally. A teacher should also recognize 
that not all students are going to perform at the same level and that 
adjustments must be made accordingly to accommodate those students 
whose aptitudes are below average. Mr. Brown has failed to meet any of 
these standards according to my son's report on his conduct. I demand 
that Mr. Brown immediately be counseled on the grounds that failure to 
improve his conduct will result in termination of his position. Any 
further complaints from my son regarding Mr. Brown will result in 
another letter which will demand that Mr. Brown be terminated at once. 
Thank you.


Sincerely,

Brenda Barrett

	After the letter was typed out Mom saved it and printed it. She 
then changed the addressee to the Superintendent's name and ran off 
another copy. I felt that it was pretty strongly worded, although I 
would have just said "Fire this asshole!" and called it good. When the 
two letters were printed Mom signed each of them.
	"Do I have to sign them, too?" I asked Mom.
	"No," she said. Mom then went to grab a couple envelopes to mail 
the letters. I went up to her and asked her if she'd mind picking Tony 
and me up from Jay's house after she got off work.
	"Where does Jay live?" Mom asked me and I gave her the necessary 
information.
	"Oh, that place, how lovely," Mom remarked with a sigh.
	"What do you mean, 'that place'?" I asked Mom, noting her 
sarcasm.
	"That place is a big dump and I'm glad the city council approved 
a developer's plans to put a new subdivision in there."
	"Why, is the place that bad?" I asked Mom.
	"Yeah, especially since it's right near the school and drug 
dealers live there."
	"Oh, how nice," I said. "So I probably shouldn't go with Jay 
after school, huh?"
	"I wouldn't walk through there at night, that's for sure," Mom 
said.
	"But what about after school tomorrow? It'll be daylight then. 
There'll be three of us, Mom, we'll be safe."
	"I know you boys will be careful, but I'm still concerned," Mom 
said.
	"Can we still go over there?" I asked Mom one more time, hoping 
she'd let us.
	"Yes, you can go, Chris, but go straight to Jay's house," Mom 
said firmly. "Don't talk to anyone along the way or even look at them, 
and if you feel like you're in trouble, just run, drop your bag if you 
have to, just run."
	"Aww mom, it can't be that bad there. We live in Boise, Idaho, 
not Chicago or any place like that."
	"Well, Chris, that's the very sort of complacency that gets 
people in trouble around here," Mom said. "People think they're safe 
here because we're not in a big city and we don't have any real slums, 
but we still have our share of dirty people. Just be careful, okay?"
	"I will, Mom," I said to her.
	At this point Mom was done at the computer and I took over at the 
console. I brought up my English paper and read through it again just 
to make sure I got rid of all the things that Mrs. Steck wouldn't 
approve of reading. Just to make sure all was okay, I searched for 
words like "shit", "piss", "damn" and "fuck", of which none appeared in 
the document after editing. Just for good measure I made sure that 
"jack off" and all its conjugations were eliminated as well as "jerk 
off" and "masturbate." All was clear as far as I could see. I printed 
the document, all thirteen pages of it. While I was at it I decided to 
print what I had written so far of "Willy Wanker" since I was in the 
mood to use it as a jack-off story before going to bed.
	I took my printouts with me and took them into my bedroom where I 
sat at my desk and read over my English assignment. Even with as much 
cleaning up as I did, it was hard not to describe the thickness of my 
diapers and how they covered my body and how I had to get my diapers 
changed without at least having to make some references to male anatomy 
and bodily functions. Reading it was enough to get me hard, and even 
worth humping the chair through my diapers, but not enough to be worth 
jacking off to. I saved the "Willy Wanker" story for this purpose. For 
now I decided to work on my math homework as well as catch up on my 
Social Studies reading assignment. I still had list of questions to 
answer from Reading. I did about half of this before I got too tired 
and too apathetic about the assignment. I figured I could work on the 
rest of it tomorrow morning during any of my first three classes 
instead.
	Just before it was time for me to go to bed Cindy came into my 
room to change my diapers. I was wet and poopy as always. She cleaned 
me up just enough so that I wouldn't leave a trail of poop on the way 
into the bathroom to take my shower. While I stood there cleaning 
myself off I jerked my dick a few times thinking about Jay, but I 
didn't want to waste a cum without having diapers on. I cleansed my 
butt thoroughly and also washed out my crotch. This, too, kept me hard 
during the shower. I was sporting enough pubic hair now that I felt 
that I should probably get it shaved off soon since it was making it 
harder for my crotch to stay clean. After I washed and rinsed my hair 
my shower was finished. I toweled myself off and returned to my room, 
walking down the hallway naked, doing this as Lisa was also headed 
towards me from her room. I noticed Lisa looking at my dick and balls 
hanging down from my crotch.
	"You should start putting a towel around you," Lisa suggested.
	"What?" I said. "You've seen me naked before."
	"Yes, but you're getting older and it doesn't look as decent," 
Lisa replied. "You're starting to get more hair down there, for one 
thing."
	"I'm planning to shave it off," I said.
	"Whatever," Lisa said. I just kept going and went back into my 
room. At this time Cindy heavily diapered me up for the night, using 
three Thickies diapers without any other regular diapers underneath 
them. I told Cindy that Jay wanted her to diaper him, but was too shy 
to ask.
	"I thought so," Cindy said. "I could tell from the look in his 
eyes that he wanted me to."
	"He's coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night, so maybe then 
you can diaper him then."
	"I will, don't you worry," Cindy said with a grin.
	After Cindy changed me into clean, dry diapers I got out my 
"Willy Wanker" story and began reading it. I got through the first two 
pages before I couldn't resist the urge to masturbate any longer. While 
I had on clean diapers, I imagined myself having soiled diapers on at 
the same time Willy did in my story, and at the same time he jacked 
off, so did I. It was a great way to end the day.
	Friday came at last. I was looking forward to the weekend, 
especially with having Jay staying overnight for a sleepover and having 
the D.B.A. meeting the day after. For now I had a matter of seven 
classes to go through first.
	Mrs. Steck called on everyone to turn in their English papers 
first thing, so she came around the room and collected them. When I 
handed her my paper she looked at it and leafed through it, seeing how 
many pages there were. I thought she was going to say something to me 
right there and then, but she moved on to collect everyone else's 
papers. From what I could see, mine was the longest. When she came back 
up the row, she showed me my paper and said to me, "you sure had a busy 
summer, didn't you?"
	"Yeah, but it was fun," I said with a smile.
	Second period passed without much incident. I managed to do part 
of my Reading homework during Mr. Mathers' lecture, making sure that my 
Social Studies book was open on the right page while we went through 
the chapter. Next came the ten-minute break, during which all met for 
cinnamon rolls and milk.
	"The sleepover still on?" I asked Jay.
	"Yeah," he said. "But how are we gonna do this?"
	"Do what?" I asked him to specify.
	"How am I gonna get to your place?"
	"We'll come over to your place after school so you can get your 
stuff, and then my Mom will pick us all up after she's off work," I 
explained.
	"That'll work," Jay said. "There isn't much to do at my house, 
though."
	"We'll come up with something, I'm sure," I said. "You have a 
VCR, don't you?" I asked without trying to sound too condescending.
	"Yeah," Jay said. I was surprised that they actually had one. 
"Why?"
	"I brought some of my diaper videos so that we could watch them, 
since you liked them so much last night."
	"Oh yeah, that'll be fun," Jay commented.
	Luke and Bryce gave us the daily Mr. Brown report and told us 
that we were going to be running the mile.
	"Running? A MILE?!" I gasped.
	"Yeah, and if you come to the finish line walking Mr. Brown said 
he'd mark you off for it," Bryce said.
	"So how did you guys finish?" I asked Bryce.
	"Walking," he said. "My lungs felt like they were going to burst, 
I didn't care."
	"I had wet and poopy diapers on when I ran, and this slowed me 
down and Mr. Brown chewed me out for it," Luke complained. "He told me 
that I should take my diaper off. Yeah, and then I'd like to shove it 
in his face."
	"It'd be an improvement to his appearance," Tony remarked. We all 
enjoyed a laugh over this.
	At this point I told everyone about the letter my Mom wrote last 
night and urged everyone to tell their parents to write letters to the 
school and to the Superintendent to complain about Mr. Brown.
	"This shit's gotta stop," I said, dreading the fact that I still 
had P.E. class left to go.
	After the break was over we diverged and went to our respective 
third-period classes. I managed to get a few more questions done on my 
Reading class assignment, but there was too much going on in math class 
to allow me to finish Mr. Eastman's assignment. Next period came P.E. I 
would have gladly sat out running the mile to have worked on my Reading 
assignment, but I didn't have this option.
	As usual, Mr. Brown was blowing his whistle as if he were giving 
it fellatio, telling us to hurry up. My butt was itching from a minor 
rash. I stuck my finger up into the leg opening so that I could scratch 
the offending irritation. Mr. Brown said, "quit picking your butt and 
get moving!"
	"I'm not picking it, I'm scratching it! All right?" I said.
	"I don't care, you diaper boys always hold up the rest of us!"
	I mocked Mr. Brown by silently mimicking his words, tilting my 
head each way as I spoke ach word.
	"I don't ever want to see that again!" Mr. Brown said.
	"See what?"
	"You know what! Now shut up and get going!"
	If only I had a brick would have I thrown it at Mr. Brown's head 
as he turned his back. Instead I flipped him off. Much to my surprise, 
he turned around again, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
	"And I don't ever want to see that again, either!"
	"What? How? How did...?" I tried to ask Mr. Brown. He pointed to 
the one-way glass between his office and our row of lockers, in which 
he could see my reflection.
	"We'll be having a talk if this attitude of yours keeps up!" Mr. 
Brown warned me as he walked away. I was ready to explode at this 
point.
	As always, the rest of the class was out on the field waiting for 
us diaper boys to join them, and they mocked us upon our arrival. Mr. 
Brown seemed to be encouraging them to ridicule us. We proceeded to go 
through the morning regimen and then it was time to go over to the 
track where we would be running the dreaded mile. The track was a 
quarter mile around, meaning of course, running four complete laps to 
make the mile. Greg had his stopwatch in hand as Mr. Brown blew the 
whistle. I was doing okay for awhile, pacing myself and taking it easy, 
saving my energy for the duration of the run. Tony and I made the first 
lap okay, but we were all so far behind the other boys already. Jay was 
having a hard time keeping up as he was encumbered by his thick 
underwear, so we slowed down and waited for him.
	"Doin' all right?" I asked Jay as I was huffing and puffing.
	"I dunno," he said. "I don't (gasp) think I'm gonna (gasp) make 
it."
	"How is your 'diaper' doing?" I asked him.
	"I just (gasp) just had to take a (gasp) a crap before class 
(gasp) st- 9gasp) started," he said. "It's rubbing all 9gasp) over my 
butt."
	"I know the feeling," I said. "Especially right now since I shit 
my own diaper just now."
	I noticed that Jay didn't have his plastic pants on, so I asked 
him where they were.
	"I left them home," he said after slowing down to catch his 
breath. "They don't fit very well unless I have more underwear on, 
which I can't wear and still be able to wear my pants to school."
	By the time we were halfway around the second lap we were all 
running out of steam in spite of taking it slow and easy to conserve 
energy. Some of the other boys had already completed their second lap 
and were about to lap us.
	"Hurry up, slowpokes!" one of them said as he went past us, all 
of us trying to look like we were running. It wasn't easy to run with a 
diaper full of poop. Each step I ran rubbed my feces around more and 
more in my diaper.
	"That's it (gasp), I have to (gasp) walk (gasp) the rest (gasp) 
of the (gasp) of the way," Jay said while taking a couple breaths in 
between words as he stopped running just before we completed the second 
lap.
	"Come on, let's go!" Mr. Brown prodded us, hitting his hand 
against his clipboard as we could barely breathe at this point. He blew 
his whistle, as if this motivated us to move any faster. We had caught 
up with Jimmy, one of the diaper boys. He had been holding onto the 
sides of his sweat pants. I could see his diaper sagging in the seat.
	"What's the matter?" I asked Jimmy.
	"My diaper slipped off," he said ruefully.
	"What kind do you wear?" I asked Jimmy.
	"Some cheapie brand," he said. "I hope Mr. Brown will excuse me 
and let me go change."
	"Good luck," I said. Jimmy stopped and walked across the practice 
football field that was in the middle of the track. By the time we made 
it around to the third lap we saw Jimmy talking to Mr. Brown.
	"No, take care of that when you go shower!" Mr. Brown yelled at 
him. "Now stop wasting my time and get back out there and start 
running!"
	"Fuck you!" I said loudly enough for Tony and Jay to hear me, but 
by then we were out of earshot of Mr. Brown. We looked behind us and 
saw poor Jimmy trying to run, but with his diaper not holding on there 
was no way for him to do this. We slowed ourselves down and waited for 
Jimmy to catch up.
	"What did Mr. Brown say?" I asked Jimmy, having just enough 
breath to get my question out.
	"He said to take care of it when we go back to the showers," 
Jimmy said with his head low. "I should have changed, but Mr. Brown was 
yelling at us to hurry up."
	"Have your parents write a letter to the school, and to the 
school board," I recommended. I gasped for air and said, "That's what 
my Mom did."
	"Oh shit!" Jimmy said as he looked down at his gray sweat pants. 
I didn't have to ask Jimmy what he was oh-shitting about.
	"Damn, dude, you're leaking bad!" I said.
	"I told Mom not to buy these cheap-ass diapers," Jimmy 
complained.
	"Have you thought about wearing Thickies?" Tony asked him.
	"Yeah, but Mom says they're too expensive," Jimmy complained.
	"I know, but they're a hell of a lot better!" Tony managed to say 
with conviction in spite of his being short on breath.
	"Why, you guys wear them?" he asked.
	Both Tony and me lifted our shirts to let him see our diapers 
showing above our shorts.
	"I was wondering what those big diapers were that I see you guys 
wearing," Jimmy said. "Sorry, I mean, I couldn't help but notice."
	"That's all right," I said, having gained some breath as we had 
all slowed to a walk. "We all see each other in our diapers."
	"Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice our diapers," Tony said.
	"And we like people to notice anyway," I added.
	We struggled to make our way around the track one more time. Only 
a few other boys, some of them diaper boys and others just boys (to 
call them "toilet boys" would be an abomination against all boykind), 
were struggling to maintain their pace. One by one, we came across the 
finish line. Mr. Brown had been running his stopwatch as well while his 
assistant had already directed the other boys to the next activity. As 
we virtually crawled to the finish line Mr. Brown read our finish times 
aloud:
	"9:50, 9:54, 9:57, 10:02, 10:03, 10:07, about time, boys!"
	Tony and I each finished in tandem at 10:03, while Jay was close 
behind us at the very last. We were so exhausted and we all crashed to 
the ground.
	"Come on, boys, stop slacking around!" Mr. Brown shouted.
	"But we're tired!" I complained.
	"We're tired, we're tired!" Mr. Brown mocked us. "'Tired' is 
*not* a word I want to hear in this class! Ever!"
	Jimmy's sweat pants were drenched all down the front from his 
leaking diaper. The other kids were laughing at him and Jimmy looked 
like he was about to cry.
	"Mr. Brown, I have to go change!" Jimmy said.
	"No!" he shouted. "Class ain't over, and you didn't call me Coach 
Brown!"
	"Okay, COACH Brown!" Jimmy stated again. "Can I go change, COACH 
Brown?!"
	"I said class ain't over! You deaf or something?"
	This did it. Jimmy was now crying, his seemingly fragile feelings 
hurt by this sorry excuse for a gym teacher, more like a sorry excuse 
for a human being. God, how I wish Mom had waited a day to write that 
letter. I would have had plenty of new goodies for the school board to 
hear about.
	"I don't want crybabies in my class!" Mr. Brown said. "Now come 
on and join the others over here, boys!"
	Mr. Brown ran ahead to meet up with the rest of the boys who had 
moved down the field a ways. Tony, Jay and I stayed behind to console 
Jimmy.
	"It's okay," I said, putting my arm around Jimmy's shoulder. "He 
won't last too much longer if he treats us this way."
	"I hate Mr. Brown!" Jimmy sobbed.
	"We all hate him," I said, speaking on behalf of Tony and the 
other diaper boys, including Jay, who was as good as a genuine diaper 
boy as far as I was concerned. While we walked, I told Jimmy about the 
letter that my Mom had written and suggested that his mom do the same. 
He agreed that this would be a good idea.
	Mr. Brown stared at us as we approached the rest of the class 
that had been waiting for us.
	"About time," he said while idly swinging his stopwatch around 
his finger. "Let's get going!"
	Mr. Brown made us run through the obstacle course in spite of the 
fact that we had just burned ourselves out on the track. I felt more 
like I was in basic training in the army with the way Mr. Brown was 
forcing us through all these exercises, making us perform beyond our 
ability. He mocked us for our high times. I was so exhausted I was 
dizzy. I thought I was going to pass out.
	"If you boys would quit yapping you might make better times!" Mr. 
Brown criticized us. He didn't seem to care that Jimmy's diaper had 
slipped down into his already soaked sweatpants. His butt was wet, too. 
He had to pull his sweats down and let everyone see his soaked diaper 
so that he could pull it back up. By this time we were ready to head 
back and get showered and dressed.
	I talked to Jimmy on the way back to the locker room. To make him 
feel better, I invited him to join us for lunch after fifth period. He 
said that he would like to, but was expecting to meet with his own 
friends.
	"That's fine," I said. "Do they wear diapers, too?"
	"No," he said. He paused for a moment. "Well, I promised not to 
tell anybody, but since you all wear diapers I guess it's okay if I 
tell you that they like to wear them like at sleepovers and stuff, 
because they like to, and to make me feel better, and one of them used 
to be a bedwetter and he used to wear diapers, but now he wants to wear 
them again."
	"That's pretty cool of them," I said.
	"I'm surprised that they like to wear diapers," Jimmy said.
	"Why's that?" I asked him.
	"I wish I didn't still have to wear them," Jimmy said. "I was 
hoping I'd be out of them by the time I got to middle school, but now 
it looks like I might have to always wear them."
	"I think you'd be surprised by how many boys like to wear 
diapers," I told him.
	"Really?" Jimmy said.
	"Oh yeah, there's quite a few of us, more than you might think," 
I said. "Ever heard of Diaper Boys of America?"
	"No," Jimmy said. "What's that?"
	"It's a club for boys who wear diapers," I said.
	"Me and Chris are the directors," Tony said. "We're having a 
meeting this Saturday, you wanna come?"
	"What's the club about?" Jimmy asked.
	"We just like to get together and talk about wearing diapers. We 
share stories, drawings, things like that, it's a lot of fun. You think 
you'd like to come?"
	"Well, I dunno," Jimmy said as he hesitated. "I got plans with my 
family tomorrow."
	"That's all right," I said. "Maybe I can tell you a little about 
the club during lunch, if you're interested."
	"Well, okay," Jimmy said after having to think about it for a 
moment.
	We got to the locker room and undressed for the showers. Jimmy's 
diaper was soaked beyond its capacity. It fell to the floor and pee 
splattered out from where it had struck. I could even feel some of the 
pee droplets spraying my ankles and my feet. I took my own wet and 
messy diaper off and tossed it into the trash. Just about all of us on 
diaper row needed to change our diapers today. I wiped up the excess 
poop so that I wouldn't leave a trail on the way to the shower, where I 
sprayed off the rest of my mess. Hugh was there, too, and he was 
grossed out by seeing the brown puddle of poop at my feet.
	"You're sick," Hugh said as he held his nose. Just seeing him 
wince at my poop odors was satisfying enough. Upon returning to my 
locker I saw Jay taking off his poopy underpants, much to the disgust 
of the other boys around him. After I got finished dressing back up I 
watched Jay get himself dressed. After he had put on about a dozen 
pairs of briefs Tony and I went over to him and waited for him to get 
the rest of his underwear on. We waited until after the bell rang and 
then he walked with us as we all headed to our fifth period classes.
	So far our lunch gathering of diaper boys had been standing at 
five members and there was no room for Jimmy or his friends at our 
table, should they show up. I looked for Jimmy and found him and his 
friends at their own table a couple rows over. I got up and went over 
to them.
	"Hey Jimmy," I said.
	"Hey Chris," he said.
	"Did you want to talk to me about the club?" I asked Jimmy.
	"Oh yeah, sure," he said. I invited him over to our table. He 
said he would join us as soon as he finished with his lunch. He then 
introduced me to his friends and explained who I was.
	"We've heard a few things about you," one of them said.
	"What, that I'm a major diaper freak?"
	The two boys nodded and said, "yeah, you could say that." It 
appeared that they were reserved about discussing their apparent diaper 
fetish, even subtly, especially as we were in the middle of the 
cafeteria.
	"Well, everything you've heard about me is true," I said. "How 
about you guys?"
	"Well, we kind of like to keep it private," one of them said.
	"I understand," I told them.
	"Jimmy was telling us about some sort of club you have," one of 
the kids said.
	"Yeah, it's a club for boys who wear, you know," I said, knowing 
that the boys would understand. I then said "diapers" without any 
vocalization so that the boys could read my lips.
	"Cool, can we join?" one of the boys asked enthusiastically.
	"Sure, but you might want to come to the meeting that we're 
having tomorrow and find out more about it," I told him.
	"Can you tell us a little more about?" the eager boys asked.
	"Sure," I said. "We'll be over here, come meet us when you guys 
are ready," I said. With this I went back to my table and finished up 
my lunch with the others. A few minutes later Jimmy and his two friends 
pulled up some chairs from the table next to us that had been vacated. 
Since the crowd had thinned out by this time we were able to talk about 
diapers more openly, but for the sake of Jimmy and his buddies, we 
spoke in a low voice.
	Tony and I told Jimmy and his two friends some basic facts about 
the club, stating that it currently only accepts members who are 24/7 
diaper wearers and requires that its members pay dues.
	"Tomorrow the members are going to vote to make a few changes to 
the eligibility guidelines," I told them. "I'm all for allowing anyone 
who just wants to wear you-know-whats to join the club."
	Tony and I told the boys about the activities we do in the club. 
One of them told me that he had written a few stories but didn't think 
he could ever share them with anyone, so he was excited to know that he 
could let others see his writing talents. They kept asking questions 
and were all genuinely interested in joining the club. I wish I had 
brought my information with me to give to the boys. We talked about the 
diaper club right up until the bell rang. At that time I told the boys 
where my house was.
	"Should we come wearing D's?" one of the boys asked, saying just 
the letter instead of the entire word.
	"By all means, please do," I told him. "It's the club's dress 
code."
	As I watched Jimmy and his friends take off I could see that the 
other two boys had tents in their jeans. Just seeing how the boys 
responded to the idea of joining the diaper club tented my diaper as 
well.

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