FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 151
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	As usual I was the first one awake between Tony and me, and as 
always, since Tony was still asleep, I pulled back the covers to check 
the condition of his diaper. His butt was all puffed out from pissing 
in it overnight. There was plenty of poop adding to the bulge back 
there, too. I woke up hard as I usually do, and running my hand over 
Tony's diaper to feel its squishy padding and savoring the smell of his 
baby powder mixed with pee and poop added to the erotic sensation. Once 
again I had some morning wood that needed to be softened up, but not 
before I gave it some good attention.
	Before I started masturbating in my diapers I realized that I had 
a very persistent itch under my arm and needed to take care of it. 
Normally I would have just stuck my hand up underneath my shirt and 
scratched the itch, but since my shirt was pinned solidly to my diapers 
I couldn't do this without removing three or four pins. Instead I just 
rolled my sleeve up and stuck my fingers into my armpit and scratched 
it. I got my sleeve rolled up far enough to stick my entire hand 
underneath my armpit. I then decided to do some armpit farts just for 
fun. Either it was the noise or the shaking of my crib that woke Tony 
up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and asked me what I was doing.
	"This," I said as I stuck my hand in front of his nose. "Smell 
this."
	"Phew!" he said as he winced.
	"What? It's just armpit odor," I said. "It's no worse than how 
our diapers usually smell."
	"I don't know about that," Tony said. "I've just started having 
to use deodorant. My Mom bought me some Speed Stick this week."
	"I'm surprised I haven't needed it, but now it seems that maybe I 
do," I said. Upon smelling my hand and picking up the pheromone-laced 
odor, I felt that perhaps the time had come for me to add applying 
deodorant to my armpits to my daily hygiene routine.
	I then went back to doing armpit more farts. Tony sat himself up 
and began doing the same thing, only that he wasn't able to do it.
	"Hey, I can't do it anymore," Tony said. He tried in vain to get 
a good facsimile of a fart to come out of his armpit, but all I could 
hear was compressed air, like airing up a bike tire.
	"Maybe they're silent farts," I joked.
	"That's weird," Tony said. "I haven't done armpits in awhile, and 
now I can't do them."
	"You have more hair under there than I do, that's for sure," I 
said to Tony.
	"And down there, too," Tony added as he pointed to his bulging 
wet diaper. "I'm going to need to shave it off since it's causing my 
balls and my dick to itch."
	"Maybe we can do that in the bathroom," I said. At this point I 
had lost my hard, but I knew the urge would come back again soon 
enough.
	"Come on, let's get up," I said as I lowered the rail to my crib 
and climbed out. Tony followed behind me. Tony asked me if I could 
change his diaper for him. I figured that I might as well since I would 
at least have to take his diaper off in order to shave his crotch area. 
He got up on my changing table and I proceeded to take off his very wet 
and poopy diaper, followed by a thorough cleansing of his butt and his 
balls as they were smothered in poop. His pubic hair had sprouted and 
developed to the point that he needed it to be removed since his pee 
and poop was getting caught in the coarse, black strands. For some 
reason my patch of pubic hair hadn't attained the thickness and the 
fullness of Tony's. Only once so far have I needed to shave mine, which 
I attempted to do by myself since I didn't think my sisters wouldn't be 
able to do it or want to do it. Perhaps it was genetics.
	Once I had Tony's crotch all cleaned up I told him that I would 
be right back with one of my dad's razors and some shaving cream. I 
went into the bathroom and located my dad's supply of disposable 
razors. I figured my dad wouldn't appreciate shaving his face with a 
razor that would be exposed to Tony's pissy pubic hair, and I wanted to 
use a new, good, clean and sharp blade. I then grabbed the can of 
shaving cream and returned to my room. I grabbed a pair of scissors 
from my desk and then went back over to Tony, who had been entertaining 
his hard-on while I was gone.
	"You want to finish first?" I asked Tony, knowing of course, what 
I was referring to.
	"I'll wait," he said.
	"You want me to do it for you?" I offered, getting a hard-on of 
my own as I thought about this.
	"Nah, that's all right," Tony said. "I've found that I like doing 
it in my diapers better, otherwise it's a wasted cum."
	"I know what you mean," I said. "Makes clean-up a lot easier, 
too."
	Tony looked down at my hands as I grabbed a small patch of pubes 
and pulled up on them a little.
	"Ahhh," Tony said. "Don't pull quite so hard."
	"Sorry," I said. "I'll try to be more gentle."
	"You've never done this before, have you?"
	"Nope," I said. I then resumed clipping Tony's pubic hair. I 
clipped it as close to his skin as I could get. Tony's hard-on had 
quickly collapsed as the tip of the scissors came so close to his 
emerging manhood. It was as if he didn't trust me with the scissors.
	"Don't worry, I'm not going to cut your dick off," I said. "I 
don't want to keep you from becoming a father."
	"Well, I don't think that's going to happen, at least not the 
natural way," Tony said, referring to his feelings of being gay.
	"That's all right," I said. "I know you need it for other things, 
too." Tony just smiled as I finished clipping off his hairs. I tried to 
clip some of the hairs from his balls, but these hairs were too fine 
and too small to bother with right now.
	"Now comes the fun part," I said as I dispensed a dollop of 
shaving cream into my hand and spread it over the stubble that was left 
behind from cutting Tony's pubic hairs. Tony's hard-on had resumed by 
this point, but once the razor came down on his crotch he was back to 
flaccid again.
	"Your dick is manic depressive today," I said with a laugh. Tony 
agreed, but then said, "I bet yours would do the same thing."
	Once again Tony looked like he was back to his pre-pubescent 
state, just that he had a bigger dick and balls. I went back into the 
bathroom and I grabbed some lotion and then returned to Tony. I applied 
it to Tony's now hairless crotch and genital area to keep the itching 
down.
	"What are putting that stuff on for?" Tony asked me.
	"It's lotion. It will itch like a motherfucker down there if I 
don't put some lotion on it, trust me," I told him. He just nodded and 
smiled as his erection immediately resurfaced. I then rediapered him 
and cleaned off the mess of hair clippings that had piled up onto my 
changing table.
	"Hey, can you shave my armpit hair, too?" Tony asked me. I told 
him I would, so with this he took off his shirt and let me remove his 
armpit hair. He giggled and flinched as my touching his armpits tickled 
him.
	"Hold still, I don't want to cut you with this thing," I said.
	"I'm trying," Tony said. Likewise, I tried to be gentle and keep 
from tickling him. After I got his armpits shaved I told Tony to try 
doing armpit farts again. He stuck his hand under his arm and once 
again he was able to produce artificial flatulence.
	"Hey, I can do it again!" Tony exclaimed excitedly. We then both 
started doing armpit farts for several minutes, even sticking our hands 
under each other's arms. The noise and the laughter was enough to pique 
Cindy's attention, so then she came into our room, standing there in 
her pajamas and asking what we were doing.
	"This," I said as I demonstrated. When I was done I held out my 
hand and said, "wanna sniff?" Cindy just rolled her eyes and sighed, 
saying, "I'd have to be a boy to understand."
	"Chris shaved my armpits so that I can do it now, too!" Tony 
exclaimed as he held his arms up to show her that he had no hair 
beneath his arms. He then continued to do some more armpit farts.
	"That's nice," Cindy said, although not so sincerely. She then 
immediately left the room. Tony and I followed her out. We went into 
the bathroom to wash our hands from armpit stink and to brush our 
teeth. After this had some cereal for breakfast and then we went to the 
computer to play games for a little bit. While we were playing we 
talked about the dreams we had last night. Tony had a dream about 
having to babysit a girl.
	"She wasn't wearing diapers, was she?" came my first question.
	"No, of course not," he said.
	"Good, because that would have been a nightmare," I said. Tony 
agreed and added, "yeah, not even in dreams can girls wear diapers!"
	"So what happened in the dream?" I asked him.
	"The dream sucked because all she wanted to do was play with 
Barbie dolls and other girls' shit, and then she was teasing me for 
wearing diapers."
	"How old was she?" I asked Tony.
	"Probably five or six. I asked her if I could show her something 
and she said, 'sure', so I pulled down my pants and let her see my 
diapers. I wanted to tell her that a lot of boys like me wear diapers 
and that only boys wear diapers. I was hoping she'd go along with it 
and stuff, but instead she thought it was gross and said that she 
didn't want me to babysit her anymore. That's about all I can remember 
happening."
	"Well, maybe I can write a little story about that one," I said. 
"Only my story will turn out differently, of course." We both smiled 
upon my saying this.
	I then told Tony about the dream I had. I had a dream about Cindy 
getting in trouble for shoplifting, and because of this she was sent to 
juvenile detention, only that instead of being put into the kiddie 
clink, she was forced to spend a week at a boys' diaper camp doing 
nothing but change diapers and wash them. Several other girls who got 
in trouble with the law had to do the same thing. Of course I didn't 
see what was going on at the camp since I wasn't there in the dream, 
but in my wakeful state I could imagine some of the things that went on 
at the camp. I thought this would make a good story, too, so after we 
finished playing the game I added these ideas to my list of stories 
that I wanted to write.
	Cindy then came up to us and said that Lisa was planning to go to 
the mall today since it was a rare Saturday off for her and she didn't 
want to get called in to work. According to Lisa, a delivery driver 
went by the house where another employee lived and his car was sitting 
out in the driveway, this being determined after that employee refused 
to come in to work last night to cover a shift. Because of this, Lisa 
wanted to really not be home. Mom was originally going to take Tony and 
I wanted to the mall, but since Lisa was planning to go, Mom told her 
to take Tony and me along. Since Lisa was busy primping herself up to 
attract the attention of tail-seekers at the mall, she sent Cindy out 
to tell us all this.
	"I figured that money you earned for babysitting this week was 
burning a hole in your pocket anyway, Chris," Cindy said.
	"Actually, it was burning a hole in my sock," I replied. "I 
didn't have a pocket to carry it home in yesterday." With this, I 
pulled up on my plastic pants and slid my hand along the side 
repeatedly, demonstrating that I had no pockets on them.
	"Whatever," Cindy said. "It's just a figure of speech."
	"So is 'having ants in your pants', 'wearing the pants', 'by the 
seat of your pants' and 'getting caught with your pants down', but none 
of those expressions apply to me, either." I then sat there with my 
arms folded, proud to have rattled off these sayings so quickly.
	"Come on, Chris," Cindy groaned as she motioned for me to get up. 
"Get your diapered butt in your room and let me change you."
	While Cindy was taking off my diapers I asked her if she had any 
plans to do any shoplifting at the mall today.
	"Uhh, excuse me?" she said as she abruptly stopped taking pins 
out of my diapers and looked at me strangely.
	"I was just wondering if you were planning to shoplift," I 
repeated. Cindy then became somewhat defensive.
	"Uhh, actually, no, I wasn't planning to shoplift, Chris. I am 
rather curious, however, as to how you came to any sort of suspicions 
that I might do this sort of thing."
	"It's because you did it in a dream last night," I said.
	"What, shoplifted?"
	"Yeah, and you got busted, and they sent you to a summer camp for 
boys in diapers and you had to do nothing but change diapers and wash 
them all day long for a week straight."
	"Oh, really?" Cindy said. "Well, I doubt that would ever happen, 
even if ever I did steal something."
	"I was just making sure my dreams weren't foretelling the 
future," I told Cindy.
	"If that were the case for my dreams we would have tried to potty 
train you at least two dozen times now!"
	"Now that *IS* a dream!" I said. "More like a nightmare for me."
	"Same for the rest of the family," Cindy said. "I don't think a 
million dollars would be enough to convince you to be potty trained."
	"Sure it would," I said. "Then, after I got the money I'd go out 
and buy a bunch of diapers and start using them again."
	"Of course you would," Cindy said. She took off my very used 
cloth diapers and tossed them into the large diaper pail, filling it up 
past the top, rendering the handle all but completely useless as it 
couldn't easily fit over the heap of diapers. Cindy then put a 
disposable diaper on me since I would obviously need to wear some pants 
or shorts to the mall.
	"I wouldn't wear shorts today if I were you," Cindy said.
	"Oh, so I get to go to the mall in just my diapers?" I said 
excitedly. "If that's the case then put some cloth diapers on me 
instead!"
	"No, silly," Cindy said as she smacked me in the face with 
another disposable diaper that she had pulled from the pack she just 
opened. "I mean, if you haven't looked outside yet, it's windy and 
chilly, and they said some rain is coming, too," Cindy informed me.
	While I had noticed that Cindy put long pants on for the first 
time in awhile (she had been wearing shorts to school), I didn't think 
anything of the reason until she explained the weather outside. Upon 
looking out the window I noticed the trees were swaying from the brisk 
winds that were blowing.
	"I was going to go to Cody's and Jordan's today, so I guess I'll 
need to get those sweatpants at the mall today."
	"Yeah, that would be a good idea," Cindy agreed. "Fall is here 
now, and winter will be here before too long, so I guess your days of 
riding around in just your diapers are over with for awhile."
	"Yeah, I guess so," I sighed.
	"Why are you going to Cody's and Jordan's house, anyway? Does 
their mom need you to watch them?" Cindy asked me.
	"No, I just wanted to introduce them to Derek and Steven, and 
maybe Bryce, Luke, Nathan and all the others if we get time today."
	"Why not just invite them to your next meeting?" Cindy suggested.
	"We will, but they wanted to at least meet Derek and Stephen."
	"I don't know how you can even keep track of all those diaper 
boys!" Cindy said.
	Meanwhile, Tony was watching Cindy change my diapers while subtly 
rubbing himself. He then suddenly he realized that he had no pants to 
wear to the mall since he had come over last night in just his diapers.
	"Better ask Lisa to stop by your house and get some pants," Cindy 
recommended to Tony. I told Tony I would go ask Lisa for him. When I 
told Lisa about this matter she groaned, but agreed to do this. I then 
went back to my room and put my pants on. Before we left, Mom gave Tony 
and I some money to buy our own lunch and for me to pick up some 
sweatpants. Mom told me what size of sweatpants to get if I wanted them 
to fit over my cloth diapers in their usual ultra-thick configuration. 
She gave me a quick peck on the forehead and told me to behave and be 
nice to Lisa and Cindy, like I still needed to be told this (okay, so I 
did.) We then joined Lisa and Cindy in the car, braving the chilling 
wind. I decided to go back into the house and get my jacket and a 
couple extra diapers for Tony and me. I put them in a small backpack 
that I used for short outings. Tony didn't have his jacket, either, not 
to mention no pants, so he just got in the car and waited for me.
	"Now, no changing diapers in the back seat, you got it, guys?" 
Lisa told me when I got in the back seat with Tony.
	"We were just changed a little while ago, so I don't think that 
will be necessary," I said as Lisa pulled away from the house.
	"I just don't want my car smelling like your bedroom for the next 
several days like it did last time you changed Tony's diaper back 
there," Lisa told us. "By the time we leave the mall you guys will 
probably be due for a change, so you'd better change at the mall first 
or wait until we get back."
	"We got Thickies on, we can make it most of the day," Tony said. 
Since Tony was still in just his diaper he was able to rub his front 
while talking about how long our diapers would last us.
	"Oh, and none of that 'boy stuff' back there, either," Lisa 
remarked upon hearing Tony's diaper crinkling only in such a way that 
indicated vigorous hand activity in the front. Tony immediately stopped 
and the tent in his diaper slowly disappeared. Our first stop was 
Tony's house, where he quickly ran in to get some pants. To save time, 
he came running back out of his house wearing his jacket, but he still 
hadn't yet put his pants on. Instead he was just carrying them to put 
on in the car. While on the way to the mall we went by our school. 
There were a few cars in the parking lot along with a few bicycles on 
the rack.
	"Ha ha, you guys got Saturday school!" I said, thinking about all 
the assholes in Phil Brown's class who ended up getting in trouble. How 
nice it was that we were out enjoying our Saturday while they weren't.
	"You suppose Hugh and Brent and all those other pricks are there 
right now?" I asked Tony.
	"Let's hope so," Tony said with a smile. "But if they got caught 
skipping classes and got truancies, you can bet your diapered butt that 
they got suspended, so we probably won't even see them in school next 
week."
	"Yeah! That'd be nice, serves those assholes right," I said.
	"What? What are you guys talking about back there?" Lisa asked.
	"You haven't heard?" I asked Lisa, sounding incredulous that she 
didn't know what went on at school yesterday.
	"Heard what?" Lisa asked. "I was at work by the time you came 
home yesterday, and I didn't get off until late, so I don't know what 
all is going on with you anymore, Chris."
	Cindy then explained to Lisa how we almost got thrown into 
Saturday detention for the dirty-diapers stunt with Mr. Brown's car 
that we didn't even do. Lisa even thought the whole setup was funny 
since she remembered how much of a prick Mr. Brown was when she went to 
our school. According to Lisa he even had the nerve to go up to 
overweight girls and told them to lose weight. I made a note to myself 
to ask Megan if she had ever been harassed about her weight by Phil 
Brown.
	"Serves him right," she said. "A lot of kids hated him."
	"Yeah, but it was his 'pet' students who did it," I stated.
	"Yeah, his ass-kissers," Tony chimed in. "They just wanted to 
make it look like we did it, us diaper boys, since they don't wear 
diapers."
	"That was pretty damn stupid of them to use Depends diapers, 
that's for sure," Lisa remarked. "I know you and Tony would never wear 
them."
	"Nope, we got our THICKIES ON!" we both said in unison.
	"I wonder if Mom ever knew you would get so excited about wearing 
diapers when she first made you wear them," Lisa said. Not much else 
was said for the rest of the trip to the mall. Instead we just listened 
to Cindy's crappy dance-music radio station. A few minutes later we got 
to the mall. It was about 11:30 A.M. Already it was busy and we drove 
around several times to find a fairly close spot to park since none of 
us wanted to have to walk any farther than we had to through the cold 
wind.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 152
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	"Okay, let's meet back at the food court in two hours and then 
we'll have lunch," Lisa said once we got inside the mall. With this, 
Tony and I split off from the girls. I decided that I might as well get 
my sweatpants now and get Tony's babysitting ad posted so that we could 
get these matters out of the way and have the rest of the time to look 
in the toy store and other places that interested Tony and me. We went 
to Kidz Klothez, of course. I went to the boys' section to pick out a 
pair of sweatpants that would fit me with my cloth diapers on. I wasn't 
looking for anything fancy, just something to keep my legs warm while 
going back and forth from babysitting and whenever I wanted to go out 
in the cold weather and didn't want to take the time to change into 
thinner diapers in order to let my pants fit.
	I located a basic gray pair of sweatpants that was on sale and 
was in my size, that is, my size when in my thick diapers, except for 
that the legs were too long. I didn't want to waste good toy-store and 
CD-store browsing time on clothes shopping, so rather than look through 
all the sweatpants I went up to the counter and asked the girl for 
help. It was Cathy, the same girl who had helped us back in special 
orders one time when Mary wasn't there and Tony and I were helping Luke 
get some Thickies diapers. Cathy didn't seem to remember us until after 
she found out why I needed sweatpants that were big in the waist but 
with such short legs.
	"Sorry, this is all we have," she said after superficially going 
through the racks of sweatpants. "That's not a regular size and nobody 
else is likely going to carry them."
	"Well, I need something to wear while out riding my bike in the 
cold weather," I explained.
	"You mean, they're for *you?*" Cathy asked me, sounding 
surprised, seeing that the size I was requesting was too big for my 
waist without my big diapers on. I was pretty sure she could still see 
the bulge from my disposable diaper, though, and once I lifted my shirt 
she could plainly see the Thickies disposable diaper I had on.
	"Yeah, it's because I usually wear these really thick cloth 
diapers and I need something that will fit over them. They're a lot 
thicker than this one that I have on right now."
	"So you wear Thickies, right?" Cathy asked. "We sell lots of 
those."
	"Wear them? I model them," I said.
	"Then maybe that's why we're selling so many of them," Cathy said 
with a smile. I just blushed. Just as she was about to suggest 
something about the sweatpants, she did a double take and looked up at 
me and said, "Oh yeah, I remember you now!"
	"How could you forget?" I asked her. "There's a big picture of me 
back in the special orders area."
	"When you said you modeled Thickies diapers, that's how I 
remembered," she said. "I don't normally work back there. You guys 
helped me with that one lady who needed help picking out some diapers 
for her son."
	"Yep, that was us," Tony said.
	"You should work here," Cathy suggested."
	"Maybe in a few years," I said. "I'd make sure to sell a lot of 
Thickies diapers, that's for sure."
	"Actually, we're going to open a special department just for 
incontinence products soon," Cathy said. "When you're old enough to 
work here we could have you in that area. I know we're going to start 
stocking diapers for older kids right here in the store since we're 
getting so many special orders for them now."
	"Really?" I said, impressed with this news. "I read that Thickies 
sales were doing really well in the last newsletter, and my Dad said 
that CKM's stock was doing well, too. How many have you guys sold?"
	"I wouldn't know," Cathy said. "I just work here in the boys' 
apparel department. Sometimes I work in the accessories, too."
	"Accessories?" I asked.
	"You know, underwear, socks, things like that," Cathy elaborated.
	"You ever get people in here asking for diapers for their boys?" 
I asked Cathy. I figured she'd know since she was working the boys' 
department.
	"All the time," Cathy said. "You'd be surprised how many kids 
there are needing them."
	"Actually, I'm not surprised, but I'm very pleased," I said.
	"A lot of parents don't even know that they make diapers for 
older kids. Every now and then a parent, usually a mother, will come in 
here and fill up a whole basket with white boys' underpants and will be 
embarrassed, explaining that she's buying so many of them because her 
son needs them because he either wets his bed or he poops his pants all 
the time, or is being punished, so that's when I send them to the back 
and tell them about the diapers that we have."
	"Do most of them get the diapers?" Tony asked.
	"Most do, but some would rather just use a bunch of underpants 
for some reason, I dunno."
	At about this time a man with a stern look on his face wearing a 
suit with a gold-colored nametag on his breast pocket came walking down 
the center aisle of the store. He was looking right at us.
	"There's Ron, he's giving me 'the eye'," Cathy spoke quietly. She 
decided she'd better look busy and ring up the sweatpants. She 
suggested that I could just roll up the legs and this would allow them 
to fit. She also suggested having the legs cut off and having the 
elastic replaced over the cut.
	"I'll just try rolling them up first," I said.
	A lady and her two boys appeared in line behind us. Since I liked 
to show off my diapers to boys in hopes of enticing them to try wearing 
them, I pulled my "untied shoe" stunt and bent over to look like I was 
tying them. I let my shirt ride up so that the boys could see my diaper 
showing. Whether they saw it or not I didn't know since they didn't say 
anything. Cathy was also waiting for me to give her the money for the 
purchase, so I pretty much had to abort this particular mission to 
entice the two boys into wearing diapers.
	"Thanks, Cathy," I said as I walked away. Just before she started 
helping the lady and her two boys I quickly asked if Mary was in today.
	"Yep, you know where she is," Cathy said.
	"I'll ask her about the diaper sales," I said loudly enough for 
the two boys to hear me. I knew that some other customers had to have 
heard me. I started walking to the back when I realized that Tony 
wasn't right behind me. He was still standing there fairly close to the 
register.
	"Tony, what are you doing?" I asked him. He then came walking up 
to me.
	"Just seeing what those boys' mom is getting them. She's just 
asking about shirts, though, no biggie. I was hoping she'd ask about 
diapers."
	"Do you think the boys noticed my diapers?" I asked Tony.
	"I don't think they did. I know a couple other people looked at 
you when you said 'diapers' out loud." I just smiled upon knowing that 
I was able to get people's attention this way.
	We walked to the back of the store where there were a few people 
standing in line. Unfortunately there were some girls in tow with their 
parents, but no boys, so if anyone was picking up or ordering diapers, 
it wasn't looking to be very favorable to me without having any boys 
present. Tony and I stood in line and listened to the exchanges between 
Mary and her customers. The first one was picking up a special order, 
the contents of which were unspecified. She had a girl who looked to be 
about seven with her. Fortunately the purchase turned out to be a dress 
that the little girl was very happy to see. At least there were no 
diapers being bought. The next lady had two girls with her, ages 11 and 
8, I guessed. This one needed to order some jeans that were apparently 
out of stock. Again I was relieved to know that the girls weren't 
getting any diapers. While the girls were standing there they were 
looking up the wall and giggling as they saw me modeling Thickies 
diapers.
	"Look, he's got a diaper on!" the younger girl said to the older 
one, who also laughed.
	"Gee, I wonder why they're called Thickies?" the other girl said. 
"Who would ever wear those?!"
I was so tempted to go up to them and surprise the girls by introducing 
myself and saying "I would, and I do!", but I decided to leave the 
girls alone and let them enjoy the picture of me in diapers. The girls 
kept laughing and talking about how 'he looks too old to wear 
diapers.'"
	"Yeah, I bet you he still pees and poops in them!" the younger 
girl said.
	"Girls, that's enough," their mom commented. "There are older 
kids who need diapers and it's not funny. They wouldn't make diapers 
for older kids if there wasn't a need for them."
	"Glad I don't need them," the older girl said.
	"Well, I'm glad I do," I said, but not loudly enough for the 
girls to hear me. By this time the transaction was done and the lady in 
front of us was ready to be helped.
	This lady was ordering some diapers, though they weren't 
Thickies, even after Mary tried to sell her up to the Thickies. 
Apparently my likeness on the wall wasn't convincing or charming enough 
to get everyone to buy Thickies for their boys. Oh well, can't win them 
all.
	The lady said that the price was too high on the Thickies and her 
child wasn't a heavy wetter and her child wanted something far less 
conspicuous than Thickies. She said her "child", twice. Dammit, I hated 
it when parents did this. I was dying to know if the diapers were being 
bought for a boy or not. Finally, the lady said, "I just want something 
that won't show through *his* pajamas.
Finally, a clue as to which gender the child in question was! It was as 
if my whole world came to a stop until the mystery was revealed.
	"I can tell you that your son wouldn't even be able to wear his 
pajamas if you had gotten him the Thickies," Mary commented. "He'd have 
to get bigger pajamas, if anything, and then his diapers would still 
show." Mary then noticed us standing in line and gave us a quick wave 
and a silent "hi" to acknowledge us. After Mary finished up with the 
lady in front of us we were greeted.
	"How are you guys today?" Mary asked us.
	"We're all right," I said.
	"You just missed a lady who was in here and she said you referred 
her to me."
	"Oh yeah?" I said. "Who was that?"
	"Her name was Sue Ketchum," Mary said. "You know her?"
	"Yeah, I babysit her twin sons now," I said.
	"They sure are a couple of cuties, aren't they?" Mary said. "I 
bet they'd look adorable in the Thickies diapers that Sue bought for 
them."
	"I know, and I'll get to see them in them, too," I said with a 
smile.
	"Are you babysitting, too, Tony?" Mary asked me.
	"Not yet," he said. "Funny thing you ask, because I wanted to 
know if I could put this up back here in your department."
	Tony handed Mary the copy of the ad that he wanted displayed in 
the store. Mary looked at the ad , hoping that Mary would let him put 
it up.
	"I normally couldn't do this for you, but I think I can make an 
exception. Who knows? Maybe you'll generate some more Thickies sales 
for us like Chris did. If Ron complains about the ad I'll have to take 
it down, but I promise to put it back up when he leaves."
	"That sounds cool," Tony said.
	"I'll put it there right where customers will see it when they 
walk in," Mary pointed to a blank spot on the wall above the waiting 
area bench.
	"We heard you're going to be selling Thickies right out of the 
store," Tony said.
	"Yes, that's right, we are," Mary said enthusiastically, perhaps 
because she was tired of having to fill out orders all the time. "Sales 
have been really big on Thickies. I tried to get that lady in front of 
you to buy them, but apparently her son is more shy about his problems 
than you guys are. I know we'd sell more of them if that weren't the 
case."
	"So, does this mean you'll be out of a job if they start just 
selling them in the store?"
	"Heavens no, not at all," Mary said with a sigh. "I've got plenty 
of other things to do around here. In fact, I could use an assistant 
and Ron's finally convinced that I need one."
	"I'd come work for you if I were older," I offered.
	"Thanks, Chris. I know you'd like it here, other than dealing 
with Ron. With any luck Ron will be gone by then. If I'm still here in 
a few years and you apply for a job here I'd put in a good word for 
you. I know you'd do a good job selling diapers. In fact, you already 
do, that's why we're leaving your picture up."
	"That's cool," I said with a smile. "Are you going to stock the 
diapers out on the floor?" I asked Mary.
	"We'll put a few of them in with the boys' underwear and let more 
people know that we have them," Mary said. "But most of them will still 
be kept back here since we can only stock a few at a time with how big 
they are. Besides, we have to stock the plastic pants and the extra 
large pins along with them, since they're both designed specially for 
Thickies diapers. I know we'll still have to keep the disposables back 
here, too, at least for now. You both know how big those packages are."
	"I'd say the boys' underwear department would be the perfect 
place for Thickies diapers," I remarked. "Especially with all the 
parents who come in here and buy up huge amounts of boys' underwear 
because they don't know about diapers being available."
	"You must have been talking to Cathy," Mary explained. I said yes 
to this and showed Mary the bag that my sweatpants were in, explaining 
that Cathy had rung up my purchase.
	"Yeah, she told me about the parents who come into her department 
who do this, so then she sends them back here," I said to Mary.
	"Ron wanted the diapers in the baby department, saying 'well, 
they're diapers, and diapers are for babies!', and we got into an 
argument over this. Then when I showed him our customer profile 
database on diaper sales he was thoroughly convinced that, 'from a 
sales perspective'-- his words-- they belonged in the boys' department, 
so I won that one hands down." Mary smiled upon saying this.
	"Next month we're planning to modify the store layout and put in 
an incontinence supplies section," Mary continued. "We'll put it at the 
back of the sales floor right in line with the junior boys' and the 
toddler boys' departments."
	"Sounds good to me," I said. "Wouldn't make any sense to put it 
close to girls' departments, huh?" I quipped.
	"Nope, that's why we're leaving the costume jewelry where it's 
at," Mary said. "Ron actually wanted *that* where the incontinent 
supplies will go! Just between you and me, I think he's got his head up 
his you-know-what."
	Tony and I both laughed. I then said, "Uhh, huh huh, you mean his 
ass?" using my Beavis voice. By this time a couple more people had come 
to the counter and Tony and decided we'd better get going.
	Our next stop was Sam Goody where we perused CDs for several 
minutes. As always, we had to check the diaper bag at the counter so 
that we couldn't use it to sneak merchandise out with us, like we would 
really do this. This seemed rather unfair since mothers who came in the 
store with their babies and carrying diaper bags didn't have to check 
them in at the front counter. I guess most people just don't ever think 
of twelve-year-old boys needing diapers, too.
	There were two CDs that I had been wanting to get, but I debated 
whether to get both of them now or wait and see what they had at the 
toy store and then come back and get what I could afford. I picked out 
the one that I wanted the most and decided to get the other one next 
time. By the time we left Sam Goody we had about an hour left still. We 
went into Kaybee Toys and browsed through the various games and toys, 
mentally making out our Christmas wish lists early. Actually, with 
Tony's birthday coming up, he was making out his birthday list. There 
were plenty of boys in the store, especially in our particular 
department right now.
	"Ahh gee, my shoe came untied again!" I said plainly, even though 
my shoe really wasn't untied. I then proceeded to "tie" it, making sure 
my shirt was up and showing my diaper. According to Tony, several of 
the boys noticed and were giggling, while one other boy stared with 
intrigue. Tony thought that perhaps he had a diaper on, too, especially 
when his own shirt rode up to expose what had to be more than just 
underwear.
	"How old was he?" I asked Tony.
	"I don't know, eight or nine, I suppose," Tony said. "I think 
he's still in here."
	Tony and I circled the store a couple times, but we never saw the 
boy whom Tony all but completely confirmed was wearing diapers.
	"Damn, it's always the big ones that get away," I said.
	"Yeah, but look at how many boys we do know who wear diapers," 
Tony said. We then decided to go back to browsing. We took a shortcut 
through the Barbie aisle, where of course there was a high 
concentration of girls. Just as I liked to show the boys that I wear 
diapers in hopes of getting them to try diapers, I carried out the same 
behavior around girls, only that my intentions behind getting their 
attention was different. I liked showing them that by being a boy, that 
I wear diapers.
	"I need some new shoelaces, Tony," I said as I "tied my shoe" 
again. While I was bent over I proceeded to take a loud, wet dump in my 
diapers.
	"Ewww, gross!" one girl said. "Did you hear that, Erica?"
	"Hear what?" the other girl asked.
	"I heard somebody poop their pants," the first girl said.
	"Yuk! I can smell it now!" the second girl replied.
	"I think it was those BOYS!" the first girl said.
	"Yep, it was me," I said as I pulled up my shirt.
	"Eeewww, he's wearing a diaper, too!" the first girl commented.
	"Be glad he is, think of what he'd smell like without a diaper 
on," the second girl said. I figured I had my fun at this point, so 
Tony and I went back to the boys' sections.
	"You just had to do that, didn't you?" Tony said with a laugh. I 
just nodded and laughed with him.
	"Hey, let's go look at the games," I suggested.
	"We just did," Tony said. Most of those games now require a 486 
and all you got is a 386."
	"Not computer games, silly, board games. You know, the ones you 
can play without electricity?"
	"Oh yeah, duh," Tony said. We looked at the various titles, some 
of which looked more fun than others and some which we already had. I 
looked down the row a ways and spotted a game that I wanted to get to 
take over to Cody's and Jordan's house.
	"Hey look, Twister!" I shouted.
	"Don't you guys already have that?" Tony said.
	"Believe it or not, we don't, or I would have had you and me 
playing it at sleepovers all this time," I said. "We played it at 
Luke's and Nathan's that one time, remember?"
	"Oh yeah," Tony said. "Are you going to get it?" he asked me.
	"Yeah, I'm gonna get it!" I said without hesitation. With this, I 
pulled the box right off of the shelf and carried it around with me 
while we killed the rest of our allotted time before meeting the girls 
at the food court.
	"You were there the day you asked Cody and Jordan about Twister, 
and they really want to play it, so I'm going to take this with me to 
their house on Monday."
	"Sounds fun, maybe I can join you."
	"Well, unless someone calls you about that babysitting job 
first," I said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed."
	"At least we don't have to keep our legs crossed," Tony said. He 
then proceeded to crap his diaper, too.
	"How much time we got left?" Tony asked me. I looked at my watch 
and said, "oh, about ten minutes."
	"Not enough time to change diapers, huh?" Tony said.
	"By the time I pay for this and we get back to the food court and 
meet my sisters, I'd say no, we don't. Let's get this and get going."
	While standing in line, I heard a mother say to her little boy, 
"you need to go potty, Benjamin?"
	"No," came his reply.
	"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you already did," his mom 
said.
	"No, Mommy, I didn't!" he whined.
	"Well, something sure smells like you did!" Benjamin's mom 
insisted.
	"I didn't!" the boy protested, almost crying.
	"I'd better check your pants, Ben," his mom said. With this she 
bent down and pulled back his pants and took a whiff.
	"Nope, it isn't you," she said as she let go of his pants.
	"I told you I didn't, Mommy!" the boy shouted. "It was probably 
Elliot."
	"Now how could it be Elliot?" his mom asked. "He's not even here. 
In fact, go find him, tell him we're leaving."
	"There he is!" Benjamin pointed to an older boy who was coming 
towards us.
	"Can I get this, Mom?" Elliot showed his Mom a toy race car that 
he wanted.
	"Not now," his Mom said. "Put it back."
	"Awwww, okay," Elliot sighed. He then started sniffing the air.
	"Aww, phew! Benji, did you poop your pants again?" Elliot said 
out loud.
	"No I didn't!" he shouted. "It was you!"
	"Boys, stop it!" their mother intervened. "This is not the place 
to talk about such things!"
	I figured that for the sake of maintaining their family's peace I 
confessed on my own behalf as well as Tony's that we were responsible 
for the odor.
	"Ma'am, it was us," I said.
	"Come again, sir?" she said, not expecting me to talk to her. I 
lifted my shirt and let her and the two boys see my big, thick diaper.
	"We made the smell," I said.
	"Oh my!" the mother said.
	"Hey, is that a diaper?" Benjamin asked.
	"Sure is," I said. If his mom weren't there I would have told him 
that he should try wearing them since it seemed that, according to his 
mom and his older brother that he pooped his pants a lot.
	"And I thought you boys were too old to be wearing diapers by the 
time you were potty trained," the lady said to her two sons.
	The lady's purchases were rung up and then they left, leaving the 
race car with the cashier to put away later. The cashier, who had 
witnessed Tony and me our exposing our diapers, ran my Twister game 
over the scanner. He looked up at me for a moment, probably wondering 
why I was buying this game, knowing I had a shit-filled diaper on. He 
tried to act as professional as he could, but I knew he had to have 
been thinking something weird about us.
	"There you go, sir, have a great day," he said quickly after 
handing me my change and my receipt. He then handed me the diaper bag, 
probably having determined that this was what it was used for. He then 
he immediately moved on to the next customer.
	Tony and I caught up with our sisters at the food court.
	"So what did you buy?" Cindy asked me. I showed her the 
sweatpants and the Twister game.
	"Twister!" Cindy said. "And just what do you have in mind with 
that game, anyway?"
	"I thought the boys and I might enjoy it," I said.
	"You guys would," Cindy said. She then caught a whiff of our 
odors and said, "I can tell at least one of you needs to be changed."
	"We both do," I said.
	"You wanna wait for the boys to go change, Lisa?" Cindy asked 
her.
	"We're leaving after we eat," Lisa said. "You boys should have 
made some more time to take care of your diaper changes."
	"We didn't need to change until we were in the toy store," I 
said.
	"Well, it's up to you, either eat now or go change and then wait 
until we get home," Lisa said. "I don't want to have to wait."
	"Let's eat, I'm hungry," Tony said.
	"Me, too," I agreed. We then went to order burritos for lunch, 
which was just the thing we needed right now.
	"Oh no," Lisa said when she saw that Tony and I had ordered two 
big beef and bean burritos each.
	"You said no diaper changes in the back seat," I said to Lisa. 
"Hope you won't mind the smell on the way home."
	"All right, finish up and go change," Lisa said.
	"We knew you'd see it our way," I said to Lisa as Tony and I each 
took our first of several big bites into the burritos.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 153
----------------------------

	After Tony and I got back from the mall we headed over to his 
house so that he could get his bike. Cindy changed me into my cloth 
diapers that I wanted to be wearing the rest of the day. Since the 
weather was still cool and breezy I decided that this would be a good 
time for me to try out wearing my sweatpants over my diapers. Tony, of 
course, had to just stay in his regular pants. As much as he loved to 
be in just his diapers, too, I couldn't blame him for wanting to keep 
his pants on in the chilly weather, which was only going to get 
chillier as autumn progressed. Before we left I decided to pack along 
the Twister game that I had just bought so that Cody and Jordan could 
try playing it. Lastly, I made sure to remember to take with me the 
negatives from the photos that were taken of me getting a diaper 
change. I promised to get some duplicates made this weekend for Megan 
so that I could take them to her on Monday, perhaps sooner if I made it 
over to her house before then. While I was at it I decided to take some 
other negatives of my many diaper photos with me. I then called Aaron 
to see if he was home and to talk to his sister Diane about how much it 
would cost me for prints. While Aaron wasn't there, Diane was, and she 
was the person I really needed to talk to anyway.
	"So where's Aaron?" I asked her.
	"He's at Jay's house," she said. "Jay invited him for a sleepover 
last night."
	"You mean, Jay Nelson?" I asked Diane. I wasn't sure if she was 
talking about the Jay that Tony and I knew, or if she just called 
Aaron's friend Jason "Jay" for short.
	"Yep, I'm talking about the 'hundred-pairs-of-underpants' Jay," 
Diane said.
	"You mean he was really wearing that many pairs?" I asked Diane.
	"From the looks of it last night I'd say he was," Diane replied. 
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he was competing against 
yours and Aaron's diapers," she quipped. I was surprised that Jay would 
invite anyone over for a sleepover considering the condition of his 
house and that any guests who came over would have nowhere to sleep. I 
decided that I'd better get down to business, so I then asked Diane how 
much it would cost me to get 20 reprints made. She said she'd give me a 
25% discount if her parents approved it, and I had a good feeling that 
they would. I decided to go ahead and have her do the ones that I 
selected.
	"What time will you be here?" Diane asked me.
	"I don't really know," I said. "How long are you going to be 
there?"
	"Don't come any later than 3:00," she said. "The store closes at 
five and Mom and Dad don't like me to be there without them. I also 
need time to get Aaron since he can't come home in this weather."
	"So he didn't wear any pants to Jay's house, I take it," I said.
	"Of course he didn't, you know my brother, silly! He hates to 
wear pants, loves to wear diapers!" Diane said to me.
	"Oh yes, he's just like me," I said.
	"And me!" Tony added.
	"How do you know what we were talking about?" I asked Tony.
	"Well, whatever you were talking about, chances are that it 
applies to me as well," Tony said.
	"Okay, so what if Diane said, 'Aaron likes to wear a lot of thick 
cloth diapers,' and I said, 'he's just like me,' and you agreed to it, 
then it wouldn't really apply to you."
	"Uh, no, I guess not, not really," Tony said. "But as long as it 
has to do with diapers, it couldn't be too far off."
	"I'll be sure to get there by three," I told Diane before hanging 
up.
	The wind was brisk, although not fierce, and the temperature was 
chilly as Tony and I set out for Cody and Jordan's house. About halfway 
along the way I decided to stop and then drop my sweatpants for a 
moment just to test my endurance of the cold. I did this while standing 
on the sidewalk, having gotten off my bike, of course. Tony decided to 
join me in this experiment ad he took his pants down to his ankles, 
too, standing there off of his bike with nothing on below his legs but 
his diaper (his socks were too short to be of any significance). My own 
socks offered some protection from the cold, and while my diapers and 
the contents therein certainly kept me plenty warm around my crotch and 
my butt, my legs were getting cold rather quickly, and Tony agreed that 
it was a good idea for us to have worn some pants today. After a couple 
minutes we both agreed to pull our pants back up. We were getting some 
odd stares from an elderly couple that was watching us through their 
front window, not that we cared what they thought of us. We just waved 
to them and then went on our way.
	We got to Cody and Jordan's house a few minutes later and rang 
the doorbell. Sue answered and she greeted us.
	"Hello, boys," she said. "Come on in and get warmed up."
	"Thanks," I said as I was standing there with my hands underneath 
my armpits to keep them warm. Tony was doing the same thing with his 
hands. Sue's husband was also there, being a Saturday and that he was 
home from work. I had never met him before, so Sue introduced Tony and 
me to him.
	"Chris, Tony, this is my husband Larry," she said. Larry got up 
from the couch where he was watching a football game and shook hands 
with us.
	"Pleased to meet you, boys," he said.
	"Sorry our hands are a little cold," I said.
	"Don't worry about it," he said. "It is a cold day out."
	"So we noticed," Tony said as he looked down at his legs.
	As Larry sat back down I could hear his diaper crinkling beneath 
his sweatpants. Upon looking more closely at his waist I could see a 
diaper showing above his sweatpants. Even though Sue told me that he 
liked to wear diapers, I felt funny about asking an adult about it, 
much less showing him that I wear them, too.
	"I'm sure you're wanting to see the boys," Sue said. "They're in 
their room right now."
	With this, Tony and I went down the hall and knocked on their 
door before entering, not that we were worried about them not being 
dressed decently. I couldn't wait to see if they both had their 
Thickies on. Cody came to the door and opened it up. Sure enough, there 
he was, all diapered up in some impressively thick diapers indeed. I 
knew from how thick they were to how high up his plastic pants went 
that these had to be Thickies diapers. The diaper pins, which were the 
same size as the ones my diapers used, looked even bigger on his small 
body. Even cuter was the fact that they were both wearing white T-
shirts with the Thickies logo on them. Underneath the logo it said, 
"Who needs toilet training, anyway?"
	"Girls do, that's who," I thought to myself as I saw this shirt, 
wanting to get one of my own that said this.
	"We got THICKIES!" Cody shouted ever so excitedly. "And look, I 
even have a shirt that says THICKIES!"
	"Me, too!" Jordan said as he spread his legs apart and pointed to 
his crotch repeatedly.
	"Yeah, I see that!" I said. "How do they feel?"
	"I love 'em!" Cody shouted. He turned around and bent over and 
said, "they're all over my BUTT!"
	"Mine, too!" Jordan said as he posed for Tony and me in the same 
way.
	"Well, if you guys like looking at each other's diapered butts a 
lot, then you'll love this game I bought at the mall today," I said. I 
reached into my bag and said, "I brought it over so you guys could play 
it."
	As I pulled out the box both boys shouted, "Twister!"
	"How do you play it?" Cody asked.
	"It's fun!" I said. "We'll show you, but first you need to clear 
some floor space so I can spread out the mat."
	Cody and Jordan went to work right away and began picking up 
their toys. As they kept bending over to pick up various cars, trucks, 
Lego pieces and what-have-you, this gave Tony and I plenty of 
opportunities to look at their super-diapered-up butts.
	Jordan giggled and said he could feel his diapers pulling up on 
his balls whenever he bent over.
	"Have you guys peed or pooped yet?" Tony asked.
	"I peed in mine right after we got home and Mom diapered us up!" 
Cody said. "Now I'm just waiting to poop!"
	"I've peed in mine, I think, three times now!" Jordan answered.
	"Well, you haven't broken in your Thickies until you've pooped in 
them a good couple three times," I said.
	"Mom says that she's not going to take them off of us for a long 
time because they're so big and thick and she said that it took her a 
LONG TIME to put all the pins in!" Cody spoke enthusiastically. Jordan 
then pulled down his plastic pants, which of course were the ones made 
for Thickies as they came up high enough to cover them, and said, "see 
all the pins Mom used?"
	"Yeah, she really knows how to diaper you guys!" I said. By this 
time the boys had cleared enough space on their bedroom floor to spread 
out the Twister mat. Just as I was doing this Sue came to the door and 
asked us if we all wanted some hot chocolate.
	"Sure," I said. Tony also agreed.
	"Come on out," she said. She then noticed what I was doing.
	"I see you brought Twister over," she said.
	"Yep, bought it at the mall today," I said. Just as a joke I 
asked her, "wanna play?"
	"Oh, no, no thanks," Sue said with a smile, knowing that I wasn't 
really serious anyway. "Even though my husband's a chiropractor, I 
don't really want to end up being one of his patients, which I would if 
I twisted this old body of mine out of shape. You boys go ahead and 
play, but you might want to get your hot chocolate before it isn't hot 
anymore."
	With this, Cody and Jordan left the room and told us to come with 
them. I just loved watching the two boys waddle their way through the 
hallway wearing their brand-new virgin-white Thickies diapers. Given 
their size, the diapers really dwarfed the two little boys' bare legs, 
even as long and slender as they were for six-year-old boys.
	When we got to the kitchen Sue had four cups of hot chocolate on 
the table along with a plate of cookies.
	"Thanks, Sue," I said as I grabbed one of the large oatmeal 
raisin cookies off of the plate. Tony thanked her as well.
	"My pleasure," she said. "Have you and Tony had lunch yet?"
	"We ate at the mall," I said.
	"My boys had their lunch, too, but I just thought I'd offer in 
case you hadn't."
	"This is good enough, thanks anyway," I said, not wanting to feel 
like I was overextending my welcome.
	"Hey, take your pants off!" Cody said to me while he was still 
munching on a sugar cookie. He looked underneath the table and saw that 
I still had my sweats on and Tony was still wearing his jeans.
	"Yeah, you can't be DIAPER BOYS until you go around in just your 
DIAPERS!" Jordan said.
	"Well, we would, but, well, I don't know what your dad would say 
about us being in diapers here," I said.
	"Ahh, take them off, Chris!" Sue said. "You, too, Tony. Around 
here, only women wear the pants!"
	"Well, so was your husband," I said.
	"He knew you were coming and didn't want to embarrass you by 
being in just his diaper when first meeting you." I just nodded at 
this. Sue then went into the living room and said, "honey, you want 
some hot chocolate, too?"
	"Sure," he said. Sue then came back into the kitchen. By then 
Tony and I had both taken our pants off to go around in just our 
diapers like Cody and Jordan were doing. I must say that I was a lot 
more comfortable and more used to being in just diapers. Tony and I 
each had two cups of hot chocolate, which would undoubtedly soon find 
its way into our diapers. Larry then got up and came into the kitchen. 
He looked at us and smiled as he could see from where he was standing 
that all of us were in just our diapers.
	"You boys all comfy?" he asked us.
	"Yeah, we're doing great," I said.
	"There's no need to be shy around me," he told Tony and me. "I 
was just like you boys were once, and I just loved to go around in just 
my diapers as a kid. In fact I still do. You don't mind if I take these 
off, do you?"
	"Nah, go ahead," both Tony and I said. With this, Larry removed 
his sweatpants and revealed his wet diaper. It looked like it was an 
Attends. I wasn't sure if CKM was making Thickies in adult sizes or 
not, but I had a feeling these would be coming soon with as popular as 
they are in the youth sizes. It was the first time I had seen an adult 
in a diaper. I had to admit that adults didn't look as good in diapers 
as us boys did, but I didn't say anything to Larry about this. It 
didn't give me much to look forward to knowing that I would someday 
look like him, hairy legs and all.
	After we finished up the cookies and the hot chocolate we went 
back into the boys' bedroom to play Twister. I told the two boys to get 
on the Twister mat and to take their places. I then spun the spinner 
and explained things as the boys participated. Pretty soon Cody had his 
nose pressing up against Jordan's multi-diapered butt. Jordan farted 
while doing this, causing both boys to laugh.
	"Good thing you have those big, thick diapers on, huh?" I said.
	"Yeah, but I can still smell it, phew!" Cody said.
	"We're not much better off," I said. "Tony and I had burritos for 
lunch and we've been farting all day long." Little boys such as Cody 
and Jordan laughed just from hearing the word "fart."
	Both of the boys were laughing and giggling all throughout the 
game as they enjoyed getting so close to each other's diapers in spite 
of the fact that they both had the toots from eating chili for lunch.
	"Mom gave us chili for lunch," Jordan said. "She said it would 
make us poop a lot so we could find out how good our new diapers work!"
	"That would be a good way to test them," Tony remarked.
	After the boys played a couple rounds on their own Tony and I 
each took turns joining the boys. I had a lot of fun getting Cody's and 
Jordan's diapers in my face. I could tell that one of them had pooped 
his diapers from the smell, which I knew was dis-*stinked*-ly different 
from fart odors.
	"Okay, which one of you two diaper-boys pooped his diapers?!" I 
said in a mock-accusatory tone.
	"I did!" Jordan said.
	"I'm still trying to poop in mine, but I just keep farting!" Cody 
said as he was straddling over my thigh as he had his face pressed up 
against my butt.
	"Can you smell mine yet?" I asked Cody. He took a whiff and said, 
"I don't know, I can't tell since your diapers are so thick!"
	"So are yours," I said. "How many diapers did your mom put on 
you?"
	"Just two, but boy, they sure are thick!" Cody exclaimed.
	"Not thick enough to filter out all those chili farts of yours," 
I said, making him laugh some more and along with it, cut more cheese. 
"Someday they'll probably make a fart-trapping diaper."
	"I should probably just wear another diaper so that my farts 
don't smell through it," Cody said. "I love these Thickies diapers!"
	While we were playing Twister both Sue and Larry came to the 
bedroom to watch. Larry was videotaping us having fun in our thick 
diapers and Sue had a still camera, with which she had taken a few 
pictures. She told us to keep playing, though on the last picture we 
all stopped and looked and smiled at the camera. I couldn't wait to see 
these pictures. I even told her where to take them to get them 
developed, explaining Aaron's parents owning a camera shop and that 
Aaron was a diaper-boy like us.
	"Great," she said. "I'm always a little hesitant to take so many 
pictures of the boys in their diapers, but, well, that's all they ever 
wear at home, and now that they're in Thickies, they have no choice but 
to wear just their diapers. Oh well, nobody's said anything so far."
	After we had spent almost two hours playing with the boys we 
asked Sue if they could come with us to Aaron's house since I needed to 
give his sister Diane my negatives and get reprints from them anyway. I 
told Sue where Aaron lived, which, from the Ketchum household, wasn't 
all that far away.
	"Well, you know, Chris, I didn't think to get the boys anything 
to wear over their huge diapers, so they really can't go anywhere 
unless I take them out of their Thickies and put disposables on them," 
Sue explained. "As much as they enjoy getting their diapers changed, 
they're going to wear those Thickies for awhile, considering how long 
it took for me to put them on them. Besides, they look like they could 
each use a nap."
	"Well, that's all right," I said, feeling a little disappointed, 
but I knew that Sue had to look after the needs of her boys.
	"I thought you were going to take them over to your house so they 
could meet your neighbor's boys," Sue said.
	"Oh yeah, we were going to do that, too, afterwards, if that's 
okay."
	"Well, that's a little too much activity for my boys for one day, 
and it is rather cold out today, I mean, even for this time of year. 
Tell you what. Go do your other thing and then come back and I'll see 
if the boys are rested up and ready to go by then, and I'll see if I 
can go get them some cheap sweatpants or something to wear over their 
big diapers." With this, Sue patted each of her son's diapered behinds. 
Both of the boys smiled at each other and then at us, enjoying the 
extra attention that their super thick, still virgin-white brand new 
cloth diapers were getting them.
	"Sounds good, Sue," I said. Tony and I put our pants back on and 
told the two tired-looking boys that we'd be back in a couple hours or 
so to get them after they had their naps so that they could come with 
us to meet Derek and Steven. They wanted to go with us, but at the same 
time knew that they needed their naps, so they didn't put up too much 
of a fuss. Besides, they were excited about finding out what it would 
be like to sleep wearing just big and thick diapers.
	The distance from Cody's and Jordan's house to Aaron's house 
didn't seem like it would be all that far, at least in my thinking, 
that is, until we did it with the wind blowing to mine and Tony's 
faces. How good it felt to reach Aaron's house. Diane greeted us at the 
door and invited us in. She bent down and tugged on my sweatpants and 
then said, "What's this? Pants? I didn't think I'd ever see the day 
you'd be wearing something other than diapers."
	"I'm only wearing them because it's cold out," I said.
	"I knew that," Diane said with a smile. "But since you're inside 
now, you can shed them now! Mind if I have the honors?"
	"Go ahead," I told Diane. With this, she immediately yanked my 
sweatpants down and exposed my diapers.
	"That's better," she said with a model-perfect smile. "Now you 
look more like what I'm used to seeing." I then pulled the sweatpants 
the rest of the way off from around my ankles. Tony removed his pants 
as well.
	"Have you gotten Aaron yet?" I asked Diane.
	"Nope, he's still at Jay's," Diane said. "After you called I 
called Aaron at Jay's and told him you were coming over. He thought 
maybe I could run you guys over there while I get your reprints done."
	"That sounds like a good idea," I said. Tony agreed with this, 
too. We then followed Diane into the den where she could view the 
negatives on a backlit table. I pointed out the photos I wanted her to 
make and she wrote their corresponding numbers down. Diane then asked 
Tony if he had brought any negatives with him that he wanted her to do. 
She offered him the same discount, adding that her parents had approved 
this.
	"Maybe after I start earning some money I'll bring you some of my 
diaper pictures," Tony said. "I hope to get a babysitting job soon."
	"I'm sure you will," Diane said. She asked me how my babysitting 
job was going and I told her about all the fun that Cody and Jordan 
were having ever since I took over babysitting them. I then zipped open 
my bag and showed Diane the Twister game that I bought today, 
explaining that we played it with Cody and Jordan. While my bag was 
open I decided to roll up my sweatpants and put them in it. Tony put 
his pants away in his bag as well.
	"So, not gonna wear those to Jay's, I take it?" Diane said.
	"Of course not! You know me, silly!" I said to Diane as I closed 
my bag again, repeating what she had said to me earlier.
	"I know all of you diaper-boys," Diane said. "It seems that 
having a love for diapers and an aversion to wearing pants seems to go 
hand-in-hand."
	At this point Diane led Tony and I out to the pickup. Both Tony 
and I had to stand there in our diapers while we waited for Diane to 
unlock the door for us, and while enduring the cold winds and drawing 
stares from the neighbors. While I'm sure they were used to seeing 
Aaron in his diapers on warmer days, they probably thought we were 
crazy to have no pants on in this weather. Once Diane opened the door 
for us we got in and got our legs warm from the lower heat vents in the 
pickup. About a half mile away she dropped us off at Jay's house, just 
as we were getting warmed up again.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 154
----------------------------

	Diane came to the door with us and waited to make sure that there 
was someone home before leaving us. It appeared that Jay's mother was 
gone to work since there were no cars present. As usual, the front 
porch was piled up with old, weathered cardboard boxes and other 
rubbish, and of course the boxes full of remnants from Jay's underpants 
were seen everywhere. What caught my attention the most was a large 
pile of soiled underwear which appeared to have been retired. There 
must have been at least 40 to 50 pairs in the pile. These pairs were 
quite stained and looked to have been pooped in dozens of times. When I 
knocked on the door Lori greeted us.
	"Hello," she said. "I didn't know you two were coming over, too," 
she said.
	"Got room for two more?" Diane asked Lori, who was standing at 
the doorway in cutoffs and a tight. Somewhat tattered  T-shirt, 
revealing the fact that she was wearing no bra.
	"Not really, since this house is so small, but yeah, sure," she 
said. "What's going on?"
	"Chris and Tony wanted to see Aaron and they wanted to stay here 
while I go make some pictures for Chris. I shouldn't be more than a 
couple of hours."
	"Okay, sure," Lori said. At this moment Jay and Aaron came up to 
the door. I noticed right away that Jay was wearing real diapers now, 
and Aaron was in Jay's multiple underpants. After Jay and Aaron greeted 
us they asked us what we came over for.
	"Diane's going to make me some reprints and we thought we'd come 
join you guys while we waited," I explained.
	"What's this?" Diane asked Aaron as she grabbed at the first few 
of many, many more waistbands that were stacked underneath. Since Aaron 
was smaller than Jay, the underwear came up even higher on him than on 
Jay, about the height to which Aaron's Thickies diapers normally rose 
up on him.
	"I didn't think I'd ever see you wearing regular boys' underwear. 
What are you wearing them for, anyway?" Diane asked her brother.
	"Jay and I thought we'd switch and try wearing each other's 
diapers," Aaron explained with a smile on his face. He pulled up on the 
topmost pairs, which came up to his chest. "How do I look?"
	"You look like my little brother wearing some umpteen dozens of 
pairs of underwear, that's what you look like," Diane said. "How many 
pairs are you wearing, anyway?"
	"Forty pairs," Aaron said. He then turned around and said, 
"there's a *lot* more padding in the butt."
	"I know, I've seen Jay in his underpants before," Diane said with 
a smile. She then turned to Jay and asked him what he thought of 
wearing real diapers for once.
	"They're great," he said with a smile. His smile then disappeared 
when he said, "I've gotten to wear them before. I just wish I could 
wear them all the time."
	"So do I," Lori said. "It'd be a lot easier than having to wash 
some several hundred pairs of underwear every week."
	"True, but you'd still have a lot of diapers to wash," Diane told 
Lori. "You'd have at least a couple dozen, depending on how many 
diapers he would wear at a time."
	"He'd wear a lot, just like Aaron does," Lori said. "The further 
away his poop is separated from our noses, the better. Besides, if he's 
going to share a bed with me, he's going to get a lot of diapers put on 
him every night."
	"I can assure you that you will still have lots of laundry," 
Diane told Lori.
	"Unless he wore disposables like I do," Tony suggested as he 
pointed to his disposable diaper.
	"Yeah, but I know my Mom wouldn't want to be buying them all the 
time," Lori said. "Though she doesn't seem to mind hitting all the 
thrift stores every couple of weeks or so to collect old underpants for 
Jay, and after a few washings we tend to just throw them out anyway. Go 
figure."
	"So in a way, Jay's underpants are like disposable diapers," I 
stated. "I guess any diaper is eventually a disposable diaper, once it 
gets too stained or tattered."
	"You got a point there, Chris," Tony said.
	"Wouldn't it be easier if the boys just used toilets like we 
girls do?" Lori said to Diane. The mere notion of any of us boys using 
toilets was unthinkable!
	"Yeah, and a lot less smelly, too," Diane said as she was 
undoubtedly catching a good whiff of the aroma of Jay's constant 
presence of wearing wet, soiled underpants all about the house. "But 
then we wouldn't get to see their cute diapered butts going around all 
the time."
	"That's true," Lori said. "I must say that Jay looks pretty cute 
going around wearing more underpants at one time than I wear in an 
entire month. I think I'd miss getting to make up his diapers from old 
underpants, too."
	"Well, I'd better get going," Diane said.
	"Wait!" Aaron said as he held up his finger. "Don't leave just 
yet."
	"What is it?" Diane asked. Aaron then went running back to Jay's 
room. He then came back out and brought to Diane a roll of film and 
asked her if she could have it developed.
	"We took a bunch of pictures of each others in each other's 
diapers," Aaron told her. "You think you can develop these, too?"
	"If I have time and if Mom and Dad aren't already busy processing 
other people's pictures," Diane explained. "I'm also doing Chris' 
pictures first since he's a paying customer."
	"That's fine," Aaron said. With this Diane took the roll of film 
with her and stuck into the tight front pocket of her tight blue jeans 
and told us that she'd be back before five o'clock.
	"So, what have you guys been doing?" Tony asked Aaron and Jay. I 
was curious, too, since Jay didn't have all that much to do at his 
house.
	"We counted Jay's underpants last night," Aaron said.
	"Really, and how many does he have?"
	"Would you believe, 738 pairs?" Aaron said. "That's one pair of 
underwear a day for over two years, I figured, that is, assuming you 
use a toilet and only change once a day, which of course we don't."
	"Holy shit!" I said. "738?! That many?!" The thought of having 
this much underwear to be used as diapers instantly stiffened my dick.
	"We were surprised, too," Aaron said. "Jay thought he only had 
maybe three or four hundred pairs, which is still a lot."
	"Damn, I'll say," Tony said. Aaron then showed me a complete, 
itemized list of Jay's current underwear inventory, which included over 
200 pairs of Fruit of the Loom, 250 pairs of Hanes, over a hundred 
pairs of BVD's, and several various department store brands. The list 
was detailed right down to the sizes of each pair as well as the number 
of layers sewn into the seats of each pair. So far his sisters had made 
for him over 60 pairs with four-layered seats.
	"I know I probably have the equivalent of that much underwear in 
diapers," I said.
	"I've got at least a dozen Thickies diapers and about six dozen 
regular diapers," Aaron stated. I knew I had him beat.
	"I'm up to two dozen Thickies diapers and about eight dozen 
regular diapers, including some prefolds and some flat diapers," I 
said. "I don't think anyone in my family has calculated how much this 
many diapers has cost my Mom and Dad. Shit, if they ever did this-- who 
knows-- they might consider-- gasp!! -- toilet training me again, and 
justify the added expense of my would-be toilet paper usage-- but that 
sure as hell ain't ever gonna happen!"
	"How do your parents pay for your diapers?" Jay asked, knowing 
that his mom could never earn nearly enough money to buy this many 
diapers and still pay the rent. He knew we were fairly well off as a 
family, but not Rockefellers by any means.
	"For starters, I got free diapers for participating in the photo 
shoot for Thickies diapers ads, then, as a D.B.A. Club Director I get a 
discount on Thickies diapers," I explained.
	"But you still have a lot of diapers," Jay said.
	"Yeah, that I do, and I'm damn proud of it. My Dad says that to 
pay for all my diapers it's coming out of the stock portfolio that he's 
set up for me. He's never really made it clear on whether or not he's 
kidding about this since he always tells my family this in a half-
serious, half-joking voice. It's hard to tell with him what the hell 
he's thinking sometimes."
	"Once my year of free disposable Thickies is up my Mom said 
she'll be spending seventy to eighty dollars a month on diapers for me. 
She says it will come out of my Dad's alimony checks anyway."
	"So is that all you guys did was count Jay's underwear last 
night?" Tony asked.
	"Pretty much, but we also played a couple games of Scrabble," 
Aaron said. "Get this, one of my words was DIAPERS!"
	"And one of mine was EXCRETE," Jay said with a laugh. "I won that 
game because I got triple points on the X."
	"We took a whole bunch of pictures of each other putting on each 
other's diapers, too," Aaron added. "I hope Diane gets our pictures 
done today. I can't wait to show them to you guys."
	Jay then picked up some sheets of paper and showed them to us.
	"Look what Aaron drew for me!" he said as he showed us several 
drawings that Aaron had done of him, some of them showing Jay in his 
multiple underpants and some of him in the Thickies diapers. Aaron's 
hand was amazing when it came to drawing a picture (of course I knew 
what else he liked to do with his hands, just like all us diaper boys 
do). He captured all the subtle details of Jay's underpants, including 
the individual waistbands that were showing along with the seams for 
the label, as well as some of the labels themselves as some pairs were 
apparently worn inside-out. He drew all the creases and folds to accent 
the thickness of Jay's underpants and reproduced the proper shading. He 
emphasized the presence of the extra layers in the seats of his briefs 
by accenting the irregularly formed seams created by the additional 
panels seen in the back of each pair. I was getting hard looking at 
these drawings. Aaron explained apologetically that all he had was a 
standard number two pencil to draw the pictures.
	"It would have turned out better if I had brought my drawing 
pencils with me," he said. "Next time I stay over I will."
	"They're still a hell of a lot better than anything I could do," 
I said. Tony also liked to draw, but said he could never do what Aaron 
was capable of doing. Jay then showed us the last drawing, which showed 
Aaron standing next to his sister Lori in her cutoffs, similar to many 
drawings he had made of himself standing next to Diane.
	"How did you get her to stand still like that?" I asked Aaron.
	"I didn't," Aaron said. "I just looked at Lori and studied how 
she looked and then went from there," he said.
	"You think you'll be an artist when you grow up?" Tony asked 
Aaron.
	"I already am an artist," Aaron said. "My parents already said 
that they will send me to an art academy after I graduate from high 
school."
	We briefly deviated from the usual discussions of thick, white 
diapers, sticky brown poop and smelly butts and talked about what we 
all planned to do when we grew up.
	"I think I want to do something in computers," I said. "Maybe 
work at Hewlett-Packard or something. Either that or work for CKM's 
marketing department and sell Thickies diapers to all the boys in the 
world. They've got to be making a killing with as many as they're 
selling. Dad's told me that my stock portfolio shows this, too, which 
is why I think he's serious about taking the cost of my diapers out of 
it."
	"I've thought about maybe being a plumber," Tony said, although 
somewhat tentatively. I was kind of surprised by this and asked Tony 
why.
	"They make lots of money," he said.
	"So do people in other jobs," Aaron said.
	"Wouldn't that be the ultimate irony?" I commented. "You'd be 
installing toilets and fixing them, yet you haven't used one yourself 
in four years."
	"Yeah," Tony laughed. "Damn right I haven't, and it will be a lot 
longer than that by the time I get to be an adult. Another thing is 
that I wouldn't have to worry about my butt crack showing because my 
diapers would always cover it up." We all laughed at the thought of 
this. Tony then stated that he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do.
	"I'd rather do white-collar work than blue-collar, anyway," he 
said, pretty much dismissing the notion of ever being a plumber.
	"I'd rather do white diaper work myself," I said, giving us all 
another good little laugh. Tony continued and said he would prefer to 
go into banking or perhaps to be a stockbroker, even though my Dad 
would probably tell him a few things about his job that might 
discourage Tony from entering this field.
	"I don't know what I want to be when I grow up," Jay said with a 
hopeless sigh. "I want to finish high school and go to college so I 
don't have to work in a restaurant like my Mom and my sister Jolene 
both do," Jay said. "They both hate their jobs and don't make very much 
money. If Mom made more money she could afford real diapers for me and 
I'd be wearing real diapers all the time."
	"Maybe we can get you some diapers for your birthday or maybe 
Christmas, Jay," I said. "When is your birthday?"
	"November 27," he said. "It's two days after Thanksgiving this 
year. When I turned six it was right on Thanksgiving. In fact, I was 
born on Thanksgiving."
	"Really?" both Tony and I said, having never thought about having 
a birthday on Thanksgiving. We all agreed that a Christmas birthday 
would be a real bummer, though, so Thanksgiving couldn't have been all 
that much better as far as birthdays were concerned.
	"Yeah, we usually do my birthday and Thanksgiving on the same 
day," Jay added. "And we usually go to my Aunt Trudy's house since my 
Mom always has to work that day, too."
	"That's gotta suck," I said. "I mean, that your mom always has to 
work on Thanksgiving."
	"At least you get to go to your Aunt's house," Tony said.
	"Yeah, but I don't really like going there," Jay said glumly.
	"Why's that?" Tony asked.
	"First, it's out in the middle of nowhere and there's nothing to 
do there unless it snows. And then my cousins always tease me for 
pooping my pants all the time and wetting the bed," Jay said. "And my 
Aunt Trudy thinks it's ridiculous that I wear so much underwear at a 
time and she gets mad at me when I don't try to make it to the toilet."
	"Well, how could you, wearing as much underwear as you normally 
do?" I pointed out.
	"That was her point, and this is something that she and my mom 
disagree about. She said that my Mom wasn't helping me any by having me 
wear a bunch of underpants that I couldn't get off fast enough, so two 
years ago my Aunt told me to take it all off, all except for one pair, 
and then she tried to get me to use the toilet."
	"So, did you?" I asked Jay.
	"I tried," he said. "But I ended up pooping my pants anyway. My 
pants wouldn't even fit. They were too loose since I needed my extra 
underwear for them to fit, so I had to keep holding them up and they 
kept falling down. My cousins thought this was funny. I was running to 
the bathroom when my pants slipped down and they watched me poop into 
my underwear, and then the poop leaked out and got on the floor, so 
Aunt Trudy got mad about this and she made me clean it up, too and 
threatened not to give me my birthday presents if I did it again."
	I had to feel sorry for Jay. I couldn't blame him for not wanting 
to go to his aunt's house for Thanksgiving every year.
	"Who are your cousins?" I asked Jay, trying to change the subject 
a little.
	"They're names are Corey and Brittany," Jay said. "Corey's twelve 
and Brittany's nine."
	Damn, I thought. I didn't like to think of boys with a potential 
diaper fetish to get their influences from a younger sister if Jay's 
cousin Corey happened to be into diapers.
	"Do you think Corey would try wearing diapers? Or lots of 
underpants?" I asked Jay, specifically only inquiring about Corey, 
being that he was a boy.
	"No. He doesn't even like white underwear," Jay answered. "He 
wears boxers and says that if my underwear didn't look like diapers 
then I wouldn't be using them as diapers."
	"Has your aunt ever threatened to put Corey in diapers for 
teasing you or anything?" I asked. I never gave any thought to the 
possibility that Brittany could possibly be subjected to these 
circumstances, too, as my diaper-boy mind didn't work that way and 
didn't allow for such notions to be formulated.
	"No, in fact, she just lets him and Brittany call me names and 
laugh at me when I stink and poop in my pants. She tells me that if I'd 
stop pooping my pants my cousins wouldn't make fun of me anymore."
	"That's really gotta suck," I said. "So, what happened when you 
had accidents?"
	"Aunt Trudy would scold me, and one time she spanked me for it. 
Last year, though, she gave up and decided that I was better off in my 
'diapers'. She made me go around in them in front of Corey and 
Brittany. Mom sent me with a big supply and Aunt Trudy made me wear all 
of them."
	"What's the big deal about that?" I said. "You do that all the 
time anyway, just like we do, wear just your diapers and show them off 
with pride. It's all part of being a true red-blooded and white-butted 
diaper boy."
	"I felt different about it then," Jay said. "After meeting you 
guys, I really love being in my 'diapers' now, even if it's usually 
just a bunch of underpants worn together. Well, I liked how they looked 
and felt on me before, but I just didn't want to tell anybody. I sort 
of liked the attention I got from Brittany for it, too, saying that I 
looked cute and all."
	"This is how I used to feel, too," I said. "But my sisters now 
know how much I love being in diapers and they know I enjoyed the 
attention they gave me then, and still do."
	Aaron asked me what I had in my bag. He knew that there had to 
have been more than just a supply of diapers, especially as he saw the 
corner of a box pressing up against the underside of the fabric. He 
asked me what the box was, so I pulled out the Twister game.
	"You got Twister?" Aaron asked excitedly. "I love that game!"
	"Cool," I said. "So do I."
	"Yeah, my cousins and I used to play it all the time," Aaron 
said.
	"So what are your cousins like?" Tony asked Aaron.
	"Well, there's Sam and Laura, and then there's Troy and Mark, 
Sheila and Heather, and Michael, Gary, and Joanna, oh, and Keith."
	"Wow," I said, thinking about how I only had my cousins Suzy, 
Nancy and Darren to keep track of.
	"Do any of them wear diapers?" Tony asked.
	"Sheila does," Aaron said. "But then, she's only two."
	"Is she being potty trained yet?" I asked, glad to know that she 
was only a toddler.
	"I don't know, haven't seen her since this summer's family 
reunion," Aaron said. "I'll find out for you."
	"Please do, thanks," I said. "She's closer to two than three, 
right?"
	"Yeah, she won't be three until next July," Aaron assured me.
	"Okay, so do any of your *boy* cousins wear diapers?" I 
specified, anything to get the image of a girl wearing diapers, 
regardless of her age, out of my mind.
	"Yeah, there's Mark, Keith and Sam," Aaron said. He also 
apologized for opening by mentioning Sheila, but explained that he 
wanted to get her mention out of the way early and get to the boys 
since he knew these were the only ones I was interested in. I was 
really interested to hear about all of these boy cousins that he had 
all wearing diapers.
	"Sam is a boy, right?" I asked. "Sam, as in Samuel, not Samantha, 
right?"
	"Yes, Sam's a boy," Aaron said. "I've seen him naked, so I ought 
to know."
	"But he still looks like a boy, anyway, doesn't he?" I asked, 
since most of the time a person didn't have to see another person naked 
to determine their sex.
	"Oh yeah, he's definitely a boy, no mistake about it."
	"How old are they?" I asked. "I mean, all your boy cousins who 
wear diapers?" I was hoping they'd all be four or older, but I was 
disappointed that only one of them was.
	"Let's see, Keith's only two months old, so he doesn't count, 
well, I mean, he does count, but, shit, he's only two months old, so he 
doesn't count because of that, I mean, maybe when he's older he'll..."
	"We know what you mean," Tony intervened. "At that age it doesn't 
matter since they're all in diapers then anyway."
	"That's true," Aaron said. He then continued and said, "Mark is 
two, two years old, that is."
	"Is he still in diapers?" I asked. I realized then how I phrased 
my question regarding a two-year-old boy in diapers versus a girl of 
the same age differently, this time saying it in favor of Mark wearing 
diapers.
	"He was in them at the family reunion, and it's all he ever wore 
the whole time, never wore any shorts or pants. I got plenty of 
pictures of him, too, of course," Aaron added with a big smile.
	"What about Sheila? What was she wearing?"
	"She was dressed most of the time," Aaron said. "I'll find out 
about Mark, too, while I'm at it."
	"Thanks," I told Aaron. "How old is Sam?"
	"He's nine," Aaron said.
	"Wow, and he wears diapers, too?"
	"Oh yeah. When he was five and I was six we both found out that 
we liked to wear diapers. His sister Laura doesn't change him very 
much, but she likes to see him running around in them."
	Aaron spent the next several minutes talking about Sam. While 
doing this all of us were rubbing our diapers. Aaron talked about how 
Sam had even joined a D.B.A. club that started up in his hometown.
	"I've got lots of pictures of Sam in his diapers, too," Aaron 
added. He promised to show them to us sometime.
	I then told Jay and Aaron about my cousins, which Tony already 
knew about, of course. I told them about the times Suzy and Nancy had 
diapered me. I saved my cousin Darren stories for last, of course. Most 
of Tony's family lived in the Midwest where he had lived before he 
moved out to Idaho with his mother and his sister to get away from his 
dad. None of his cousins had been out to see Tony in his diapers since 
he began wearing them four years ago.
	"They all know I wear diapers," he said. "But as far as I know 
none of them wear diapers, except for my little cousin Brandon, who's 
only one and a half."
	We were starting to get restless after awhile, so we went out to 
the front room and spread out the Twister mat and played a few rounds. 
Lori watched us play, taking turns with the spinner. We invited Lori to 
join in the fun, but she said "I don't want my face pressed up against 
one of your stinky butts!"
	"That's part of the fun," I told her.
	"I guess, if you like wearing diapers in the first place," she 
said. "I'll just sit and watch you guys grope each other's asses."
	Lori continued to watch us play as at one point or another we all 
became an entangled cluster of bare boy legs, arms and thickly diapered 
butts. At Aaron's request, Lori took several pictures of us using his 
camera, which had a new roll of film in it. Before we realized it, it 
was almost five o'clock and Diane had returned to pick us all up. She 
had two envelopes of pictures in her hand.
	"Did you do my pictures, too?" Aaron asked his big sister.
	"Yes, Aaron, don't get your diapers in a bunch, I got them done."
	"My diapers already are in a bunch!" Aaron said. Diane just 
rolled her eyes and said, "whatever." She then handed Aaron the photos 
and explained that she got them done since it was slow at the store, 
citing the weather which had since become rainy.
	"Oh man, we still have to ride our bikes home from Cody's and 
Jordan's house in this weather," I said as I looked out the window.
	"I can run you guys home," Diane offered.
	"You sure?" I asked.
	"Sure," Diane offered.
	"Cool. You mind taking a couple others with you?"
	"Who would that be?" Diane asked.
	"Cody and Jordan, the two boys I babysit," I said.
	"As long as you can get them back home again," Diane said.
	"I'll make sure of that," I said.
	"Well, Aaron, I'd say you need to get your own diapers back and 
give Jay his 'diapers' back," Diane said to Aaron and Jay, seeing that 
they were still wearing each other's diapers. "Do you still have some 
clean diapers?"
	"Oh yeah, I do," Aaron said.
	"Let me change you before we go. Where can I go to change my 
brother's diapers?" Diane asked Lori.
	"Just change him out here," she said. "It's not like I haven't 
seen Jay naked and his butt covered with shit before."
	"Can I see my pictures?" I asked Diane. She then handed me the 
envelope and then Tony and I looked at them.
	"Hey, these turned out great!" I said. "You even did 4 x 6's, 
nice!"
	Next we looked at Aaron's pictures. Lori looked at them along 
with us, being that she took some of them, including some where Aaron 
was diapering Jay in Thickies diapers. She got plenty of butt shots of 
both boys. She then told Jay that he needed to take the Thickies 
diapers off and return them to Aaron and then "get some underwear back 
on that poopy butt of yours."
	"I don't want to take them off just yet," Jay said.
	"Well, they're not your diapers and you need to give them back to 
Aaron. You have puh-lenty of your own 'diapers.'"
	"Oh, okay," Jay groaned. He reluctantly pulled off his plastic 
pants and then he started taking the many large diaper pins out of the 
big, topmost diaper that he had on. He was having trouble undoing the 
pins since they were interlocked with one another, so Lori helped him 
take them out. In the meantime, Aaron was stripping off Jay's 
underpants in several subsets at a time, about three or four in most of 
the bunches. They were all soaked of piss from front to back. His pee 
mixed in with the big pile of poop in his butt and this blending of 
liquid and solid bodily wastes made the first several inner pairs of 
briefs become tainted brown in the seat. The smells permeated the 
already dank, musty air of the small household.
	"How can you stand that smell?" Lori said.
	"I've been doing this since Aaron was a toddler," Diane said. 
"You get used to it."
	"I don't know if I could," Lori said. "I can barely tolerate the 
smells that Jay creates. "That's another reason we have him wear 
underwear that he can put on himself instead of relying on someone to 
help him change his 'diapers.'"
	Once Lori had the diapers off of Jay she told him to go clean up 
and get some underpants on. Diane took the wet and soiled diapers and 
put them in a large garbage bag that Aaron had brought with him. Diane 
then asked what to do with the soiled underpants.
	"Just leave them there. I'll have Jay run them into the washroom 
once he's done."
	I asked Lori if I could use the phone to call Sue to let her know 
that we were coming. Lori said "go ahead." I then went into the 
kitchen, where I could still see Diane cleaning Aaron up and getting 
ready to diaper him. While I dialed the number and waited for someone 
to answer I observed Tony as he sat on the couch and looked at the 
photos between taking glances at Diane diapering Aaron. Sue then 
answered the phone.
	"Hello Sue, this is Chris," I told her. "I'm just calling to find 
out if your boys are ready."
	"Well, I don't know if you've looked outside, Chris, but I don't 
want my boys going out in the cold and windy rain."
	"Actually, someone's giving us a ride home," I said. "Would it be 
okay if we stopped by and got the boys and brought them with us?"
	"Well, okay, but you won't have a lot of time to spend with them 
since I'm going to pick them up again for supper."
	"That sounds good," I said. "We'll be there in about ten to 
fifteen minutes."
	"See you then, goodbye," Sue said before we each hung up. Diane 
was busy pinning up Aaron's diapers and Jay was still getting washed 
up. I told Lori that I would take care of Jay's dirty underwear.
	"Please do, thanks," she said. She told me to grab a plastic 
grocery bag from the laundry room and load them up. There was enough 
underwear to completely fill the bag, especially with the added volume 
of the pee and poop. The bag was quite heavy, likely weighing at least 
nine or ten pounds. I asked Lori if she wanted me to start washing 
them.
	"Might as well," she said. With this I dumped the dirty underwear 
into the washing machine along with another pile of stinking once-white 
briefs and stuffed them into the machine. I estimated that there had to 
have been over a hundred pairs of underwear in this one load alone. If 
Jay wore forty to five pairs on average and changed three times a day, 
this meant that he went through as much as 150 pairs a day, or over a 
thousand pairs a week! At the very least he had to have used at least 
five hundred pairs in a week. No wonder he had well over seven hundred 
pairs of underwear! As I thought this over I succumbed to the urge to 
jack off. My diaper sexual tensions had really built up by then anyway 
and I needed to relieve myself, so I lay on the floor and brought 
myself to come in less than a minute. As I lay there and cooled off 
from my ejaculatory high Lori came into the room to find out why I had 
been gone so long. She didn't say anything when she saw me on the 
floor, still breathing hard and sweating, but she knew what I had just 
done.
	"I didn't hear the washer start up so I thought you might have 
been having trouble with it," Lori said, trying not to embarrass me. 
The fact is, I never even got this far, but I pretended like I had 
tried, but Lori knew us diaper boys better than this and she 
acknowledged this with a knowing smile. Lori then showed me what 
setting to use. She then scooped up a big cup full of detergent, which 
was purchased in bulk.
	By the time I got back out to the front room Jay had cleaned 
himself up and he was back into his own "diapers" again, wearing plenty 
of underwear to keep his butt securely padded up for the rest of the 
afternoon and probably for the rest of the evening as well. Tony, Aaron 
and I said goodbye to Jay and then we all ventured out into the cold 
wind and rain in our diapers.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 155
----------------------------

	Diane dropped Aaron off first and she let Tony and I get our 
bikes while we were there, and we put them in the back of the pickup. I 
also picked up my sweatpants that I had left behind before going to 
Jay's house. Since it was getting late in the afternoon Tony thought 
that perhaps he should probably get back home.
	"I'm wondering if I've gotten any calls on that babysitter ad we 
put up today," Tony added. I told him this was cool. With this, Diane 
said she would let him off at his house.
	First, Diane took Tony and me to Cody's and Jordan's house. By 
this time the rain had picked up. Diane had her umbrella with her, but 
it did little good for three of us to crowd underneath it, especially 
as the rain was being blown by the wind. Sue came to the door and she 
immediately invited us into the house.
	"You boys are lucky you're getting a ride," Sue said, seeing that 
we were all wet from just standing outside in it for a few seconds. We 
took a moment to introduce Diane to Sue. Sue then went to get Cody and 
Jordan from their room to tell them that we were here now. The two boys 
excited came scampering out of their room in their Thickies diapers. 
They weren't expecting to see Diane, however, thinking that only Tony 
and me were coming back.
	"Who are you?" Jordan asked the tall, stout girl towering above 
them.
	"My name's Diane," she said in a friendly voice.
	"You're not our new babysitter, are you?" Cody asked her.
	"Nope, I'm not," she said.
	"Good!" Jordan said. "Because girls don't let us go around in 
diapers!"
	"Huh?" Diane said, taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
	"Because girls, like all the ones who babysat us before Chris, 
they wouldn't let us go around in just diapers, and they didn't like to 
change our diapers, and we didn't like any of them!" Cody explained.
	"Yeah, we like Chris because he's a boy and he lets us wear just 
our diapers like we're wearing right now!" Jordan said.
	"Well, if I were your babysitter I'd let you run around in your 
diapers," Diane said to them.
	"You would?" Cody asked, sounding incredulous. "You're a girl!"
	"Last time I checked I was, anyway," Diane said as she looked 
down at her large breasts, but otherwise trying not to direct the young 
boys' attention to this too much. "Why don't you think girls would let 
you run around in diapers?"
	"Because they wouldn't let us!" Cody said.
	"I have a brother and he's in diapers all the time, just like you 
two are, and just like Chris and Tony here. I also change his diapers. 
He enjoys it and I like doing it, too."
	"Wow, you'd be a cool babysitter!" Cody said.
	"Well, perhaps I could fill in if Chris couldn't make it, or if 
for any reason Chris couldn't babysit you anymore."
	"No, don't tell me Chris isn't babysitting us anymore!" Jordan 
said.
	"I'm not, keep your diapers on, boys!" I said. "I'm not going 
anywhere."
	"I'm keeping my diapers on!" Cody said as he stood upright and 
showed off his super thick diapers with several pins stuck into each 
side.
	"I would expect you to," Diane said. "You got a lot of pins in 
those diapers. Gee, I wonder where you got that idea?" Diane said as 
she turned to me and smiled. I just smiled back.
	"But I was doing the same thing to my brother before I even knew 
Chris," Diane added. For the next couple minutes Diane and Sue 
exchanged some small talk about things such as their camera store and 
of course, about her brother Aaron.
	"I have a feeling my boys will grow up to be like your brother," 
Sue said. "At least I know that they will always be happy as long as 
they are in diapers just like your brother is."
	At this point we decided that we'd better get moving. We went 
back out to the pickup and we all decided to climb into the back where 
we could all be together. Diane took Tony to his house where she had 
dropped him off with his bike.
	Next, Diane dropped me and the two little boys off at my house 
and she let me get my bike out of the back before she took off for home 
again. With Cody and Jordan in tow, we all went into the house. I 
introduced Cody and Jordan to my mom and dad, who were both spending 
the day inside because of the weather. Dad had nodded off while 
watching a football game on TV, but was awakened when the two boys came 
into the house. When Cindy heard the voices of the two little boys she 
came into the room to check out the two little visitors.
	"Oh wow, new recruits, I see," Cindy said as she looked at the 
boys and admired their cuteness, especially since they were in just 
their diapers and shirts.
	"This is Cody and Jordan," I introduced to her.
	"So, you boys are into diapers, I see," Cindy said to them.
	"Yeah! We love diapers!" Cody said as he danced around and showed 
off his Thickies.
	"Our Mom bought us Thickies!" Jordan stated as he joined his 
brother by showing off every angle of his new diapers, especially his 
butt.
	"I'm beginning to wonder if my brother has some sort of aura that 
rubs off on every boy he meets," Cindy said. "How many diaper boys are 
you up to now, Chris?"
	"Fourteen, counting myself," I said.
	"Are they going to join your little club, too?" Cindy asked.
	"Probably," I said. "They're invited to come to the next 
meeting."
	"Do you change Chris' diapers?" Jordan asked Cindy.
	"I do, yes," Cindy answered proudly.
	"And you're a girl, too?"
	"I should hope so!" Cindy said. "I'm not wearing diapers, if 
that's any indication," Cindy said as she showed off her Levi's.
	"It is," I said.
	"Yeah, only BOYS wear diapers!" Cody shouted proudly.
	"So far, I'd have to say that you're right about that one," Cindy 
said.
	"So do you like to change Chris' diapers?" Cody asked Cindy.
	"I do," she said. "Why do you ask?"
	"Because all the girls who babysat us didn't like to change boys' 
stinky diapers," Cody answered.
	"They probably didn't have brothers at home who wore diapers, 
either," Cindy said.
	Lisa then came into the living room and she looked at the two 
boys, each of whom eagerly introduced themselves to her and then asked 
who she was.
	"I'm Lisa. I'm Chris' big sister," she said.
	"Do you change Chris' diapers, too?" Cody asked.
	"I used to, but Cindy does that now," she said.
	"Why?" Cody wanted to know.
	"Well, when you get older you stop doing those kinds of things, I 
guess," Lisa said. "Then when you have kids of your own you get to do 
it all over again."
	"What are you boys all planning to do?" Mom asked me.
	"I brought them over so they could meet Derek and Steven," I 
said.
	"I see," Mom said. "Just don't make a lot of noise. Your dad's 
tired and he wants to rest."
	At this point Dad looked at the score, apparently having slept 
through at least an entire quarter of the game. He wasn't too happy 
with the results.
	"Ahh, hell, they're losing again," dad grumbled as he abruptly 
set the remote control down after shutting the TV off in disgust. If I 
didn't know better, I'd say that Dad had a bet riding on this one 
against someone at his work, and it wasn't in his favor, either. Dad 
then got up and told us to keep quiet since he was going to lie down 
and take a nap.
	"We won't," I told Dad. Apparently he didn't catch what I said 
and instead kept going down the hall, so he must have really been 
needing that nap. I couldn't help but laugh.
	Cody and Jordan then wanted to see my room, so of course I led 
them in there. As expected, the first thing that got their attention 
was the crib.
	"Wow! You got a crib!" Cody exclaimed.
	"Why do you sleep in a crib?" Jordan wanted to know.
	"My parents got it for me when they had my room remodeled," I 
explained.
	"Wow, I wanna try it out!" Cody said.
	"Me, too!" came the response from Jordan. I boosted both boys up 
into the crib, taking my time so that I could enjoy the look and feel 
of their Thickies-diapered butts close up. I feigned having difficulty 
getting them up into my crib. I had a feeling the boys knew that I was 
doing this on purpose. Once they got into my crib they both lay down 
and rolled around. They got on their backs and started kicking their 
legs up in the air. Damn, how I wish I had a camera! In fact, I told 
them to stay put, not that they needed to be told since they were 
loving every bit of it. Since the gate was up they weren't going 
anywhere anyway. I quickly filled two bottles with milk and then 
grabbed a camera and took it into my room. I gave the boys each a 
bottle and then I took three pictures of them in my crib acting like 
little baby boys. The cutest one, I thought, would be the shot I got of 
them on their knees with their butts sticking up in the air, showing 
off their Thickies diapers.
	I decided to let the boys out after this so that I could show 
them some other things. Cody and Jordan were fascinated by all the 
Thickies diaper ads that I had been putting up on my wall, along with 
all the other things I had relating to diapers.
	"Wanna see how many diapers I have?" I asked the boys. Of course 
they were very curious about this, so I opened up my diaper cabinet.
	"Wow!" both of the boys said. "You have a lot of diapers!"
	"How many do you have?" Jordan asked.
	"Funny thing you ask," I said. "We were talking about that while 
we were at Jay's house."
	"Who's Jay?" Cody asked.
	"Another friend of ours."
	"Does he wear diapers, too?" Jordan asked.
	"Well, yeah, more or less," I answered. The boys were confused as 
I was hedging on my answer, so I explained to them what his "diapers" 
were like.
	"He must go through a lot of underwear!" Cody said.
	"About a hundred to a hundred and fifty pairs a day," I said. The 
boys couldn't believe this, especially when I explained that it was 
more underwear than the rest of my family went through in an entire 
month.
	"So how many diapers do you have?" Jordan asked again.
	"I have two dozen Thickies diapers," I said as I pointed to the 
large shelf which could barely hold all of the clean ones. If at any 
point they were all clean and stored in the closet they wouldn't all 
have fit on one shelf.
	"Then I have all of these diapers down here," I said as I pointed 
to my non-Thickies diapers. "I got about eight dozen of them."
	"How many is that?" Cody asked, being that he hadn't yet learned 
his multiplication tables.
	"It's about a hundred," I told him. I liked saying that I had 
over a hundred of them, rather than to just say "ninety-six." I figured 
I probably had more than the eight dozen diapers that I estimated 
anyway, since I was only taking into the account the clean diapers.
	"Do you really go through that many diapers?" Cody asked.
	"On average I use about two to three dozen a day, not counting 
the Thickies. Remember that I wear several of them at a time, too."
	"Who washes all of them?" Jordan asked. I loved how inquisitive 
these two boys were about my diapers.
	"Just Cindy does now," I said. "It's how she earns most of her 
allowance, especially since Lisa is working at her own job now. She 
makes almost as much as I do babysitting you guys."
	"What was that?" Cindy asked as she suddenly came into my room, 
without knocking of course, being that the need for doing so was long 
ago abolished.
	"We were just talking about how much money Mom pays you each week 
to change my diapers and wash them."
	Cindy just nodded and then said, "I bet you need a diaper 
change." How right she was. I hadn't been changed all day long. With 
this I got up on my changing table and Cindy went to work. Cody and 
Jordan watched intently, of course.
	"I bet you I could make money just charging admission for people 
to watch you get your diapers changed," Cindy added. I momentarily 
envisioned our house with a big marquee over it, complete with chasing 
lights around the border. It would read: WATCH CHRIS GET HIS BUTT 
DIAPERED BY HIS SISTER! ADMISSION $3. I know I'd pay to watch a boy get 
his butt diapered b his sister if I didn't get to see it for free all 
the time myself.
	The two boys sat in my crib with the gate down where they could 
get a good view of Cindy's hands working. One by one, the pins came out 
of the diapers with a growing pile of pins forming off to the side. The 
watched Cindy remove the Thickies diapers, followed by the many more 
regular diapers that she had pinned onto me. Each diaper went into the 
pail and it was getting filled to the top with wet, dirty stinky 
diapers. I could see the boys grabbing at their crotches as they saw 
how many diapers I was wearing. I knew that they each had a stiffie 
deeply buried in their Thickies. They were amazed at how much poop I 
had put in the diapers.
	"Bet you couldn't tell I was so poopy, huh?" I said. "That's one 
thing I like about Thickies. They're so thick that you can't tell when 
I've pooped!"
	"That's what I like about them, too," Cindy said. "I'm glad I 
only have to smell your butt during a diaper change."
	The boys noticed how much larger my dick was than theirs. Of 
course it was standing just as fully erect as it could be. I had 
encountered several erections over the course of the day, and even 
though I only jacked off at Jay's house a little while ago, I was ready 
to do it again.
	Cody and Jordan giggled as they watched Cindy work her way around 
my large erection, watching it sway and tilt with every wipe that Cindy 
made to my balls and my crotch.
	"Just think of what you two will have to look forward to in about 
six to seven years," I said to them. I figured they had to have seen 
their dad naked a time or two, although probably not with an erection. 
At their age they were probably just curious, wondering if all boys 
looked the same down there.
	Next Cindy brought out my diapers. The boys' eyes were like 
saucers when they noted how tall the stack was.
	"Since it's later than usual I'm night-diapering him now," Cindy 
explained. As she pinned each diaper on me the boys counted along with 
her as she inserted the pins and put the diapers on. Jordan counted the 
diaper pins while Cody counted the diapers themselves. They started out 
with imitating the Count from Sesame Street.
	"SEVEN diaper pins, *EIGHT* diaper pins�- ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"
	"Shh, quiet it down, my Dad's resting," Cindy told the boys.
	"Oh, sorry," Jordan whispered sheepishly. The boys then spoke 
softly as they continued counting the pins and the diapers that Cindy 
was putting on me. By the time Cindy was done she had me in twelve 
regular diapers and two Thickies, all held tightly around my waist with 
104 diaper pins total!
	Cindy then started to leave the room with the diaper pail, but I 
told her to wait.
	"What?" she asked. I helped Cody and Jordan get down from my crib 
and then told them, "pick up my diaper pail, feel how heavy it is."
	"Whoa!" Cody said as he couldn't believe how much weight there 
was in my wet and soiled diapers. I knew that water weighs 8.33 pounds 
per gallon, a fact I looked up one time for this very reason. I figured 
I must have peed and pooped at least this much between diaper changes.
	Next I showed the boys my disposable diapers on the next shelf 
down, onto which a full package could barely fit and it often had to be 
crammed in there. Lastly I showed them my plastic pants, the two diaper 
wipes tubs, each of which was full of pins, one just for the extra 
large Thickies pins. I also had my wipes, powder and lotion kept in 
there.
	Next I showed the boys a few of my photo albums, nearly every 
picture showing me wearing just diapers and a shirt.
	"Wow, you get to wear diapers a lot, don't you?" Cody said.
	"Well, I *always* get to wear diapers," I said. "But I assume you 
mean that I get to wear *just* diapers most of the time."
	"You got a lot of pictures of your butt!" Jordan laughed.
	"I know, you can credit my sisters for that," I said with a 
smile. I showed them the pictures that were taken of me at Christmas of 
the same year I got put into diapers. They were wondering what my shirt 
said in these pictures.
	"It says 'MY NAME IS DIAPER-BUTT!'," I told them. "My sisters had 
that shirt made for me and they gave it to me for Christmas."
	I then got up and went to my closet to get out that shirt. I 
couldn't fit into it anymore and I had outgrown it within a year. I 
wore that shirt as much as I could, not because I was made to wear it, 
but because I wanted to wear it. It was well-worn by the time and it 
was ready to be retired. The shirttail was tattered from all the times 
that it had been fastened to my diapers with diaper pins. I explained 
all of this to Cody and Jordan.
	"How did you get the picture on there?" Cody asked me. I told him 
how they did it at the T-shirt place.
	"Wow, I want a shirt like that!" Cody said.
	"Me, too!" his brother replied.
	"Well, maybe I'll get you each a shirt like this one for your 
birthday, how's that sound?"
	"Yeah!" both boys cheered. I knew I couldn't let them down, so I 
planned to get with Sue on this and se if she'd let me borrow some 
photos of her boys in their still-new Thickies diapers.
	I showed the boys my collection of drawings and photos of the 
other boys in the D.B.A. club along with the newsletters and other 
materials that I had acquired since the club started. I was needing to 
get a filing cabinet just for club materials. My desk drawer just 
wasn't big enough to do the job anymore.
	I continued to go through my drawer and show the boys the toilet 
training books that my Mom had bought for me. The boys got a real laugh 
from reading Mom's comments about my toilet training in the log that 
she kept at the back of one of the books. I showed them my copies of 
the Mad Libs that we did at Derek's house recently. I couldn't believe 
how much diaper-related stuff I had gathered; I hadn't even yet gotten 
to my collection of diaper advertisements from magazines yet, not my 
videotaped diaper commercials and segments from "America's Funniest 
Home Videos", plus movie and TV excerpts of diapered boy scenes.
	Soon I realized that it was getting close to six o'clock and I 
hadn't even taken Cody and Jordan over to meet Derek and Steven yet.
	"Shit! we'd better get going!" I said as I looked at my watch. 
The two boys snickered as they heard me say this word.
	"Don't tell your Mom I said that word, all right?" I said to the 
boys.
	"Okay, just as long as you don't tell her we say it, too," Cody 
said. With this, he and Jordan both started going around saying "shit" 
and laughing. They were getting carried away with it, so I had to tell 
them to quiet it down since my dad was probably in the middle of his 
nap by now.
	"What time do you think your Mom will be by?" I asked them.
	"I don't know," Cody said.
	"Well, let's get our diapered butts over there," I said. With 
this I picked up my Twister game and then I led Cody and Jordan out 
into the cold late September weather and we went over to Derek's house. 
Jennie greeted us at the door.
	"Gee, Chris, you won't wear pants for anything, will you?" she 
said as she noticed that I was wearing only diapers in spite of the 
weather. I did have my jacket on, however, as did the two boys.
	"Actually, I do have some sweatpants," I said, explaining that I 
decided it wasn't worth wearing them over here from next door. Jennie 
then invited us in. She asked me who the two boys were, so once again I 
introduced them.
	"Ohhh! They look so adorable in their THICKIES diapers!" Jennie 
said while she put her hands together and held them to one side of her 
face. The boys just giggled and blushed at this. Jennie then noticed 
the Twister game that I was carrying.
	"And just what do you plan to do with that?" she asked, not that 
she needed to since she knew the answer.
	"Play with each other's diapered butts," I said.
	"I figured as much," Jennie said. With this she told us to go 
ahead and go into Derek's room.
	"Hey Derek!" I said as I greeted him. Both Derek and Steven were 
on the floor playing with their Legos. Both of them were in just their 
diapers, shirts and socks. Tyler, the little brother of Jennie's friend 
Melanie, was even there, and all he had on was a shirt and a diaper. 
His diaper was a disposable, though, and not even a Thickies diaper. 
Still, just the fact that he apparently won the potty training battle 
was pleasing enough. Cody and Jordan exchanged greetings with the three 
boys.
	"Wow, you wear diapers, too!" Derek said to Cody.
	"Well, I sure wouldn't mistake those for Fruit of the Looms," I 
said. "Unless you were Jay, perhaps."
	Derek and Steven hit it off well with Cody and Jordan and they 
got acquainted with one another quickly, talking about how they all 
wound up in diapers. Tyler didn't say a lot, other than that he didn't 
like going to the potty and wanted to stay in diapers. Tyler and Steven 
were busy playing with their toys in one corner of the room while 
Derek, Cody, Jordan and I all sat on his bed. Each of us sat with his 
legs apart to show off our diapers to each other. I told Derek that he 
and the twin boys all went to the same school, which excited Derek even 
more. Derek did tell me, though, that he had found a friend in his own 
grade.
	"Cool!" I said, although I was beginning to wonder just how much 
larger our group could get before it was no longer manageable, assuming 
his new friend would want to join us at the next meeting. I asked Derek 
how he found this friend. His usual exuberance was quieted when he told 
me the story.
	"I had a poop accident at school yesterday," Derek said. 
"Everybody found out about it and one of them said, 'he should wear 
diapers,' and then another one of them checked my pants and lifted my 
shirt and said, 'he already does wear diapers!'"
	"Oh no," I said, trying to console Derek since I knew how 
embarrassing it is to shit one's pants in school for the first time.
	"I remember the first time I pooped myself in school. I had no 
choice, though, I was diapered up so much I couldn't ever get them off. 
One time I tried to go to school without diapers because everyone was 
laughing at me, and ended up pooping in my pants that day anyway. It's 
a lot different at school than it is at home, until you get used to it, 
that is. Now everybody knows I poop in my diapers in school every day."
	"I was trying to hold it until I got home, but I couldn't, and I 
ended up farting really loud during recess while I was climbing the 
rope ladder. The kid behind me heard it and smelled it and he got mad 
because my butt was right in his face."
	"Did you cry?" I asked Derek, knowing that he probably did, being 
that he was only seven, after all.
	"Yeah, but not because I pooped, but because I was embarrassed," 
he said.
	"So how did you get a friend out of this incident?" I asked 
Derek.
	"He came up to me during the last recess and told me that he does 
the same thing. I asked him if he meant that he poops his pants and he 
said 'yes.'"
	"Really?" I said. "You mean, he wears diapers, too, right?"
	"Yeah. We went into the bathroom and then he pulled his pants 
down to show me his diapers."
	"Does he poop in them all the time?" I asked.
	"Yeah, he says he's had to wear them and was never potty 
trained," Derek explained.
	"Why wasn't be potty trained?"
	"He wouldn't tell me," Derek said. "But you know what?"
	"What's that?" I asked Derek.
	"He wears Thickies, too!" Derek said with excitement.
	"All right!" I said. "I assume he likes to wear them."
	"He does, now that he knows that I'm not the only one."
	"And you're not," I said. "Now you have Cody and Jordan to look 
for at school. What's this other boy's name anyway?"
	"Eric," he said.
	"Eric and Derek, I love it!" I said.
	"Yeah, Derek wears Thickies because his Mom says they hold his 
poop better. He has to go without pants at home, but he says he likes 
to be in just his diapers, just that he doesn't tell his Mom that."
	"Bring him to the next meeting. I'm sure his mom would let him if 
she knew that it would help him feel better about needing to wear 
diapers. I'd love to meet him."
	Since I knew that time was running short I asked the boys if they 
wanted to play a couple rounds of Twister before Cody's and Jordan's 
Mom showed up. All of the boys agreed to this. Since I had already 
played it twice and that there would be five boys out there playing, I 
decided to just be the spinner and watch them all play and get their 
faces in each other's diapered butts. It made me wish I had brought the 
camera with me, but there were plenty of opportunities for this later 
on.
	After they played five rounds Derek and Steven were called to 
have supper and I had to get going. Melanie had shown up while I was in 
the bedroom with the boys. Melanie barged into the room and told Tyler 
to get his pants and his coat on, doing so in a demanding way.
	"Hurry up! Mom's got supper ready!" she said.
	"So, I see he's still in diapers," I said to Melanie. I knew 
she'd snap back at me, but I didn't care since I didn't like the bitch 
anyway.
	"Thanks to you, yes, he is in diapers!" Melanie huffed.
	"Ain't it great?" I said.
	"Not when you have to change him every day and have to put up 
with all your friends asking you why your little brother isn't potty 
trained."
	"So what do you tell them when they ask?"
	"I tell them about you, making my little brother want to wear 
diapers and then I have to tell them what a diaper-freak you are. Mom 
gave up toilet training him, threw out his potty chair and told him 
that he is going to stay in diapers from now on!"
	"That's music to my ears!" I said, proud to have influenced yet 
another boy to stay in his diapers. I knelt down to Tyler and said, 
"Good job, diaper boy! Congratulations, you did it! You won the toilet 
training battle! Diaper boys rule!" He just laughed. I told him to give 
me the high five, well, as high as a nearly five-year-old boy could do 
anyway
	"Who are they?" Melanie asked me when she pointed to Cody and 
Jordan, disgusted that they were wearing diapers, too.
	"Just two more boys in diapers," I said. I didn't bother with 
exchanging the names since I figured Derek or Jennie would probably 
tell Melanie anyway.
	"I suppose you told *them* how much toilets suck and how much you 
think boys should be in diapers, right?"
	"I've told them that, yes," I said. "But they were in diapers 
before I met them. I babysit them every day after school during the 
week."
	"If it were me I'd be telling them to take those diapers off and 
use the potty," Melanie said.
	"Then they'd hate you for that," I said. I looked at Cody and 
Jordan and I could tell right away that they didn't like Melanie, 
either.
	"Their mom got me to babysit them because every babysitter they 
had before didn't want to handle their diapers and she knew that I 
would be the best babysitter for her boys."
	I decided that I should get back home with the boys so they could 
be ready for their mother when she showed up. I was getting tired of 
Melanie anyway since she kept going off on how I was being such a bad 
influence on every boy I met. I interrupted her and asked her if she'd 
rather that her little brother do drugs or wear diapers.
	"What does that have to do with anything?" Melanie asked me.
	"Would you consider me a bad influence if all I do is encourage 
boys to wear diapers, over people who encourage kids to do drugs?"
	"Chris, you don't get it! He should have been potty trained! Just 
because you like to wear diapers doesn't mean that he should!"
	"Well, he does, and even if I didn't influence him, he'd probably 
still want to wear diapers! That's what YOU don't get!"
	"I don't know why I bother talking to you," Melanie said to me in 
exasperation. She then took Tyler's hand and said she was leaving. Upon 
leaving, Tyler then asked Melanie if he could take his pants off and go 
home in just his diapers since he liked being in just diapers all day 
long."
	"No, you can't take your pants off," she said. "Don't you realize 
how cold it is out there?!"
	"Send him over to my house if he wants to go around without 
pants," I told Melanie. She just gave me a disgusted look. If it 
weren't for upsetting Jennie I would have had a lot more fun making 
pro-diaper-boy remarks to Melanie. I apologized to Jennie for getting 
into an argument with her friend.
	"Well, Chris, to tell you the truth, Melanie and I haven't been 
as good of friends lately, anyway," Jennie said. "Besides, her parents 
are going through a divorce and she's probably going to be moving 
anyway."
	"Oh no, so that means no more Tyler, either, right?"
	"Not after they move," Jennie said.
	"Do you have other friends?" I asked Jennie.
	"Oh yeah, I know several other girls at school."
	"Do any of them have brothers?" I asked.
	"Some do, but I don't think you'll be able to turn any of them 
into diaper boys since they're well past toilet training. One girl has 
a little sister who's two and is going through potty training right 
now, so I know you won't be interested in her."
	"Nope, I'm not," I said. "I'll just wish her a successful toilet 
training instead."
	At this point I knew for sure that I was running late getting 
back home. I said goodbye to Derek and Steven who were seated at the 
dinner table now, waiting for Jennie to join them.
	"We'll look for you at school!" Derek said to Cody and Jordan. 
Just as we got back to the house Sue arrived and took her boys back 
home with her.
	"See you Monday!" I said as I watched the two thickly-diapered 
boys toddle their way to the car parked out on the street.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 156
----------------------------

	I woke up Sunday morning and looked out my window. It was still 
cloudy, though the rain and wind had let up. The strong smell of pee 
and poop filled my diapers as always and I was due for a change. Being 
that I was almost always the first one awake on Sunday mornings, 
however, I knew it would be at least a little while before someone 
else, namely Cindy, would be awake to change me. As usual I also had 
morning wood that was needing attention. I lay there in my crib and ran 
through my mind a montage of recent diaper experiences, such as Tony, 
Jay, Aaron, Derek, Steven, Tyler, Cody and Jordan, having seen each of 
them over the weekend at least once.
	A few minutes later, after I had regained enough energy to get 
out of bed after jacking off, I got up from my crib and went out to the 
front room. I debated whether or not to throw my sweatpants on just to 
get the newspaper. I opened the door, letting Cotton outside while 
doing so, and stood there to feel the temperature. It was too cold to 
be outside in my diapers for more than a couple minutes, but I decided 
that I could handle walking to the newspaper box and back. Once back 
inside I read the comics while eating a bowl of cereal. I also poured 
some orange juice into a baby bottle. I was on my knees on the chair 
and hunched over the table to read the comics. With my butt poised for 
a diaper-butt-slapping, Cindy came into the kitchen and took advantage 
of the situation once again.
	"Mornin', stinky," she said, noting that I had pooped quite a bit 
in my diapers. Cindy then got out the orange juice and poured some 
cereal for herself and then joined me at the table. She spent a little 
while digging through the various sections of the paper.
	"What are you looking for?" I asked Cindy.
	"The movie listings," Cindy replied while crunching on some 
cereal. "Mom said she'd take us to see a movie today."
	"What's playing?" I asked.
	"As soon as I find it I will tell you," Cindy replied. After she 
located the listings she read off several titles: The Fugitive, The Joy 
Luck Club, Jurassic Park, Man Without a Face, Searching for Bobbie 
Fischer, and Sleepless in Seattle.
	"I wanna see 'Joy Luck Club,'" Cindy said. I just sighed, rolled 
my eyes and groaned at that particular suggestion.
	"I didn't think you'd go for that one," Cindy said. "Maybe we can 
see 'Sleepless in Seattle.'"
	"Nah," I said. "How about 'Jurassic Park?'"
	"What? You haven't seen 'Jurassic Park' yet?" Cindy asked me in 
astonishment. "Have you been living in a cave?"
	"Almost," I said. "I was in just my diapers most of the summer."
	"That's true," Cindy said. "See all the things you're missing out 
on because you're always in just your diapers? What was the last movie 
you saw?"
	"'The Sandlot,'" I said. "That was like back in April. I'm not as 
bad as Dad, though. His last movie was 'The Empire Strikes Back.' I 
wasn't even born yet when that came out."
	"And I was just a baby, wearing-- oh my God-- diapers back then, 
believe it or not!"
	"Hard to believe," I said. "I like to that think girls are born 
potty-trained."
	"Compared to most boys, girls almost are. And if we girls were 
born potty-trained then you boys would really have the diaper market 
cornered," Cindy remarked. "The rate you're going with all the boys you 
know who wear diapers now, you're about to do this anyway. It's been so 
long for me that I don't even remember wearing them."
	"I do," I said with a smile. "I remember it like it was 
yesterday."
	"That's because you *we're* diapering diapers yesterday, 
smartass!" Cindy shot back at me.
	"And I'm wearing them today, too," I said as I got back up on my 
knees, swiveled my chair around and stuck my stinky poop-smelly butt in 
Cindy's face.
	"See?" I said as my butt came to a stop in front of Cindy's nose.
	"I see, and I smell, too," Cindy said as she backed away and 
slapped my diapered butt again. She then realized what she had just 
said about herself.
	"Let me clarify that, I smell *your diapers*, that is," Cindy 
added. She then pushed on my big diapered butt to turn me back to my 
former position.
	"I'll change you in a little bit," Cindy said. "Let's pick out a 
movie first."
	"'Jurassic Park' would be good," I said.
	"I saw 'Jurassic Park' already with Gina and Bryce. Some of the 
scenes scared Bryce and he wet himself."
	"So what if he wet himself? He was wearing diapers, wasn't he?" I 
asked Cindy.
	"I'm sure he was," Cindy replied. "Otherwise he would have had to 
get up to go to the bathroom like Gina and I did after ordering 32-
ounce drinks. He told us that some of the scenes made him pee in his 
diapers."
	"He probably had to pee anyway, but since he had diapers on, it 
didn't matter. At least he didn't have to miss anything."
	I then sat down and slid my butt forward in my chair, spread my 
legs apart and put my elbows up, using my clasped hands as a headrest. 
I then said, "Ahh, the advantages of being..." (I paused to take a loud 
crap in my already soiled diapers) "...a diaper boy."
	After we ate breakfast Cindy changed me out of my wet and soiled 
diapers. Since I was such a big mess I decided to shower first. I held 
a single flat diaper between my legs while walking to the bathroom to 
keep the poop droppings off of the floor. Just as I was about to push 
the bathroom door open (it was already open ajar, so I didn't need to 
let go of the diaper I was holding up in my crotch) Lisa beat me to it.
	"Oh no you don't," she said. "You're not stinking up the shower 
before I use it."
	"Then we can go at the same time," I said. Lisa just stood there 
and looked at me strangely.
	"I can't believe you said that," Lisa said.
	"I can't believe I said that, either," I said. I couldn't imagine 
sharing the shower with my sister.
	"Do you realize how sick and perverted that sounds? Showering 
with your brother, especially when his butt's all smothered in shit?"
	Lisa then proceeded into the bathroom and shut the door behind 
her.
	"Well, so much for my shower," I said as I sighed and returned to 
my bedroom with Cindy coming in right behind me. I decided to forego 
the shower for now. I told Cindy, "you might as well clean my butt up 
now."
	Cindy went ahead and wiped my butt clean, expending several wipes 
to get all my poop off; she even had to open another tub of wipes to 
finish the job. While Cindy was diapering me into Thickies and several 
other diapers I asked her about Lisa.
	"She's sure moody a lot lately," I said. "She's changed a lot in 
the last few months. I thought back to the beginning of the summer when 
she helped get me cleaned up at the water park after the poop accident 
I had that day. Now she doesn't want anything to do with my diapers 
anymore."
	"Chris, we've talked about this before," Cindy said to me. "She's 
gotten older and she's reached that age where she feels it's not 
appropriate to diaper her twelve-year-old brother anymore. She has a 
lot of things on her mind, too. School is one of them; she's been 
working too many hours to keep up on her homework. She's also getting 
burnt out and sick of working at the pizza place and dealing with all 
the morons who go in there, and she's worried about not having a 
boyfriend yet for this year. You know insecure she is about her weight, 
thinking that guys don't like big girls like her."
	"Well, I like Megan," I said, feeling a little embarrassed about 
this. "She's big."
	"I know you do, because she's big, but the last person Lisa needs 
to hear that from is her brother. It's also that time of the month for 
Lisa. I mean, if we can talk about your bowel movements with you, then 
I think it's okay for us to talk about our menstrual cycles."
	After Cindy had me diapered back up again I went out to finish 
reading the comics and to look at the Sunday ads to find diaper ad 
coupon inserts. I also perused the Kidz Klothez ad. Much to my 
surprise, the ad included Thickies diapers! It was a two-page spread. 
Even more surprising was that it showed two boys modeling them. A 
redheaded boy was modeling the disposable diapers while a blonde boy, 
whom I remembered seeing from the photo shoot, was modeling the cloth 
diapers. It had been a long time since I had even seen boys in the 
Sunday ads modeling underwear (back in the good old days when tighty 
whities were the norm), much less diapers! This was great! Pictures of 
the diapers themselves as well as the plastic pants and the large 
diaper pins were also shown. Several features were pointed out on each 
item. A soft blue background was used throughout the entire spread with 
the "Thickies" logo printed throughout it like a watermark.
	"Holy shi�p, ship, ship, shipwrecks," I said to Cindy, changing 
my word of choice in mid-sentence as Mom and Dad both had suddenly 
appeared in the kitchen.
	"What exactly is it that you are referring to as divine flotsam, 
Chris?" Dad asked me, pointing out that he caught me almost swearing. 
He started up the coffee maker, reminding Cindy or me to have already 
done this for them if we got up before they did.
	"Sorry, Dad," I said.
	"What were you getting all excited about anyway?" Dad asked me.
	"Well, it was this, actually." I said as I showed Dad the Kidz 
Klothez' ad, holding it open to the pages that showed Thickies diapers.
	"That's wonderful, Chris," my Dad said, though I don't believe he 
shared my enthusiasm.
	"Let me see," Cindy said as I showed her the ad and the two pre-
teen boys with well-formed legs who were modeling the diapers.
	"They're cute boys, but they should have used your picture 
instead," she said.
	"You think so?" I asked Cindy.
	"Yeah, I do. I mean, some people have a million-dollar smile and 
sell things that way, but you, Chris, have a million-dollar butt!" 
Cindy commented.
	"It's at least a hundred-dollar butt, I know that," I said, 
estimating the cost of all the diapers that I was wearing at any given 
time. Knowing that my picture was still up at the Kidz Klothez store, I 
knew that I had to have been helping to sell lots of Thickies diapers 
there, if not in the newspaper.
	In the meantime, Lisa came out of the shower and got herself 
dressed for work. I could tell that she was just raring to go to work 
(not!) Dad then went into the bathroom to take his shower while Mom 
took the rest of the newspaper and went into the living room with it.
	"Hey Lisa, check this out," Cindy pointed out to her.
	"Lovely," she said, though, like Dad, wasn't showing much 
interest.
	"What's the matter?" I asked Lisa.
	"Nothing," she grumbled.
	"Probably PMS," I said.
	"Excuse me?" Lisa glared at me. "I don't think that should be any 
of your business, Chris."
	"What? Why? Everybody talks about my bowel movements, so why 
can't we talk about your periods?"
	"Several reasons," Lisa started before she began to enumerate 
several points.
	"For one thing, my periods don't smell, at least not nearly as 
much as your poop does. Whenever you poop in your diapers, everybody 
already knows about it anyway, because they smell it and sometimes hear 
it, and occasionally, even see it. The fact that you're always in thick 
diapers 24 hours a day, seven days a week and wearing them out in the 
open all the time also calls attention to what diapers are used for. 
It's kind of hard to ignore that butt of yours. You can't tell that I'm 
wearing a tampon, and I sure wouldn't want to tell everyone about it, 
either. You don't see me going around saying, 'Look everybody! I'm 
having my period! I'm wearing a tampon! See it? See it?!' like you do 
when you go around and flaunt your diapers!" To demonstrate, and 
apparently to mock my enthusiasm for wearing diapers, Lisa bent over 
and started patting her lower butt-crotch region and rubbing it. Lisa 
then continued.
	"Furthermore, you don't see me going around trying to find other 
girls who are also having their periods. We only have them for a few 
days at a time, not constantly. I don't write a bunch of stories about 
my periods nor take pictures of myself or my friends when we're having 
our periods. We don't get off on our periods like you boys get off on 
diapers. Most of all, I don't have a club devoted to girls who enjoy 
having their periods."
	"I think I get your point, Lisa," I said.
	"I don't think you do, Chris. Do you realize how many people at 
school are asking me, 'is your brother still in diapers?' Or they ask 
me if I still change your diapers."
	"What do you tell them?" I asked Lisa.
	"I tell them yes, but I don't change you anymore. What else would 
I tell them? They all know that you're going to be in Thickies ads and 
they keep asking me when you're going to appear in the ads. I can only 
imagine what's going to happen when you do."
	"So, what's wrong with people asking you about this?" I asked 
Lisa in defense.
	"In junior high it was different, Chris. People in high school 
are more mature and they think more maturely. No longer is it, 'ha ha, 
he wears diapers and goes poo-poo in them and he stinks, how funny! 
Look at his cute diapered butt!' Instead, they begin to wonder why you 
and I would engage in such activities as allowing me to change your 
diapers, or why you wear diapers in the first place. It's really 
embarrassing, Chris. The reason I don't bring friends over other than 
Betty is because I'm embarrassed that they'll all see you in your 
diapers. I know you would never cover yourself up while they're here. I 
didn't realize the impact of you wearing diapers was having on my 
social life until after I invited all those girls over for my birthday 
back in May. A lot of them don't want to talk to me now. I could have 
had a decent boyfriend, but he was turned off by you being in diapers 
and making such a big deal out of it. Now I can't find a boyfriend, 
much less a guy who is willing to talk to a 'fat cow' like me. Then 
there are some who think that I'm only interested in boys who wear 
diapers. There's some that even think that wear diapers myself! I'm 
sick of it."
	Lisa just stood there, obviously upset while she watched the 
coffee maker finish brewing.
	"Lisa, I'm sorry," I said. "If you want me to I'll start covering 
up so that you can bring friends over."
	"Too late for that now, Chris," Lisa said. "They'll still know 
that you wear diapers. I mean, I'd almost rather have to tell everyone 
that my brother is gay, than to say that he likes to go around and shit 
in big, thick diapers all the time and that it's all he ever talks 
about."
	Lisa then walked over to the phone and picked it up.
	"Who are you calling? Diapers Anonymous?" I asked Lisa.
	"Shut up," she snapped at me before she dialed. At first I 
thought she was going to call Betty, but I knew from the numbers she 
was pressing on the keypad that she was calling her work. She grumbled 
impatiently while she waited for someone to answer.
	"Dammit, will someone answer! Shit, come on, pick it up already!"
	A few seconds later someone picked up the phone on the other 
end..
	Barbara, this is Lisa, I hate to do this to you, but I just can't 
come in today... yeah, I am, sorry...I can't do it today...okay... 
okay... you sure?... how about tonight? I could come in then if you 
need me since I might be feeling better then...you sure?...Okay, 
thanks, I appreciate it, bye."
	"You called in sick?" I asked Lisa.
	"Yes, I called in sick," she snapped back at me using a sarcastic 
voice.
	"You've never called in sick."
	"Now I have, first time for everything. Besides, everybody else 
does it. Why can't I?"
	Lisa then left the kitchen and went into her room. She began 
crying as she walked down the hall. She didn't slam her bedroom door, 
but closed it harder than what was necessary.
	"Mom! The coffee's ready!" Cindy hollered. Mom came into the 
kitchen a moment later.
	"What's wrong with Lisa?" Mom asked us.
	"I don't know, she's not feeling well," Cindy replied.
	"She was crying. Did you say something to upset her?" Mom looked 
at me, as if she assumed that I would have been the one to have set her 
off.
	"Well, I did I ask her if she had PMS," I admitted. Mom just 
looked at me as if she wanted to scold me, but probably felt that it 
wasn't worth reproaching me on this.
	"I'll go talk to her," Mom said as she poured herself a cup of 
coffee and then went down the hall.
	"So, what's with Lisa?" I asked Cindy.
	"A lot of things, Chris, things I don't think she'd want you to 
know."
	"Is she... pregnant?" I asked, following a, well, a pregnant 
pause.
	"She's having her period, I don't think so," Cindy said. "And she 
can't get a boyfriend, either, so we can rule that out, too. She has a 
lot of things on her mind right now. I know that school's been tough 
and she's having a hard time keeping up on her grades and working at 
the same time. She's burned out at work, too. If I didn't know any 
better, she might even be going through depression."
	"All because I like to wear diapers?" I asked Cindy.
	"That contributes to it, yes, but don't feel like it's your 
fault, Chris."
	"I don't, but I do kind of feel bad for her now," I said. "She 
should have talked to me if she wanted me to cover up. I guess since 
you and your friends and all the other girls see me in diapers are cool 
about it and think it's cute, I thought that Lisa's friends would be 
cool about it, too."
	"Probably so, but that was before Lisa and her friends all 
matured. It's more than just your diapers, Chris, trust me. I know the 
kids at school make fun of her for being big and fat."
	"She should just do what I do. They used to make fun of me for 
wearing diapers, and some of them still do, but most of them know that 
it doesn't bother me, so they leave me alone and think I'm too weird to 
talk to because all I ever talk about is diapers. Why doesn't she just 
tell the people who have a problem with her being fat to shove it if 
they don't like it?"
	"Lisa's situation is a little bit different than yours," Cindy 
said. "She didn't choose to be fat, but you chose to wear diapers, not 
that you necessarily have the option to reverse that choice now, but we 
know you wouldn't if you could."
	"Damn right I won't," I asserted.
	"But Lisa would do almost anything to slim down a few pounds. You 
love being in diapers, but Lisa doesn't like being fat. You understand 
the difference?"
	"Yeah, I do," I said. "But Megan doesn't have a problem with 
being fat."
	"That's because she knows you like her being fat," Cindy replied.
	"I'm sure there are boys at her school who likes fat chicks but 
is afraid to speak up about it," I said. "If Lisa could find a 
boyfriend like that, then she'd be cured, right?"
	""It's not that simple, Chris," Cindy said. "Even if they like 
big girls, she'd still have to get past finding one who doesn't mind 
her having a seventh-grade brother who not only wears diapers, but 
practically worships them."
	At about this time Dad returned to the kitchen, having showered 
and dressed himself. He poured a cup of coffee and then asked where the 
paper was.
	"Out in the living room," Cindy said.
	"Where's your mother?"
	"Talking to Lisa," Cindy replied. Dad just nodded, figuring it 
was probably a "girl" thing that he wouldn't understand. Dad then asked 
us what we were going to do today.
	"See a movie, at least we hope," I said. Dad then went out to the 
front room. A couple minutes later I heard Lisa's bedroom door opening. 
Mom came to the kitchen and told us that she and Lisa were going to 
take a drive for a little while. Lisa still looked upset. She had since 
then changed out of her work uniform.
	"If you go anywhere, be sure to come back in time for us to leave 
for the movie," Mom said. "Which one did you two decide on?"
	"Jurassic Park," I said. "It starts at 3:45."
	"Be ready to leave by 3:00," Mom said. "That means being decently 
diapered by then.
"Isn't that a little early?" I asked Mom.
"Not by the time you find a place to park, stand in line to get 
tickets and then stand in line again to get drinks and popcorn, and 
then go find three empty seats together," Mom answered.
	It was about 11:00 in the morning by now. I figured I had about 
four hours to kill in the meantime. I picked up the cordless phone and 
went into my room with it. I started calling around to tell all the 
diaper boys to look in today's Kidz Klothez ad if they hadn't done so 
already. I started with talking to Luke and Nathan, then Derek, Aaron, 
and then Cody and Jordan via their mother, Sue. I would have called 
Jay, but his family didn't get the newspaper. I decided to save Tony 
for last since I planned to talk to him for awhile anyway. Just as I 
was about to dial his number, he called me.
	"Was your phone off the hook or were you checking out BBS's, or 
was Lisa or Cindy monopolizing the line again?" Tony asked me, 
indicating that he had been trying to call for several minutes. I 
apologized and explained to him that I had called around to tell 
everyone about Thickies being featured in today's Kidz' Klothez ad. I 
figured he might have seen it, but apparently he hadn't.
	"Say what?" Tony asked.
	"Yeah, check out the Kidz' Klothez' ad!" I told Tony. He set the 
phone down and I heard him talking to his Mom and his sister Kara. A 
moment later I heard excitement in the background and knew that he had 
found it. Tony then told me that he had something to tell me, too.
	"Guess what?" he said, sounding excited. "I already got a call on 
my babysitting ad!"
	"You did? Cool!" I replied, knowing how much this meant to him. 
"What did they say?"
	"It was a guy who called me just a little bit ago. He told me 
he's a single father and has a six-year-old boy. He asked me if I would 
go over to his house so he could talk to me and meet his son. You can 
come with me, too."
	"I'd love to," I said, wanting to get out of the house right 
away. "I can't wait to meet this kid. What's his name?"
	"Richard," Tony replied. "There are a couple other things I'll 
have to tell you about him when you get here."
	"Okay," I said. "Good things, bad things?"
	"Well, I'll tell you right now that he was adopted."
	"That's not a bad thing, is it?" I asked Tony.
	"It is when you find out why he was up for adoption," Tony said. 
"I'll explain when you get here."
	"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," I said before hanging up 
the phone.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 157
----------------------------

	I went into my room and grabbed my sweatpants and slipped them on 
over my thick diapers. The weather still looked about the same as it 
was yesterday, cloudy and cool, but there was no wind or rain. Still, I 
thought that it would be a good idea to wear the sweatpants. When Cindy 
saw me coming out of my room wearing my sweats she knew that I was 
leaving since I would have never worn anything over my diapers 
otherwise.
	"Where are you going?" she asked me.
	"Tony's house, then to go see the boy he's going to be 
babysitting," I replied.
	"Remember, be back in time for us to go to the movie," Cindy told 
me.
	"I know," I said.
	"Be back in time for me to take all those diapers off of you so 
you can at least fit in your seat at the theater," Cindy amended her 
advisement with a smile.
	"Maybe you can tell Mom to just pick me up from Tony's house," I 
said.
	"Sure, if you want to go to the movie in your cloth diapers and 
your sweats like that," Cindy pointed out the big bulge in my butt.
	"Well, at least I know I can order the mega-drink and not have to 
miss any of the movie."
	"How is your diaper doing, anyway?" Cindy asked me.
	"I'm just wet so far," I said. "You just changed me not too long 
ago."
	"You'll be poopy before 3:00, I know that," Cindy said. "If you 
stay at Tony's house you might want to take along a disposable or use 
one of Tony's diapers."
	"If I do that my pants won't fit," I said as I demonstrated how 
loose the fit of my sweatpants was over my cloth diapers.
	"It's up to you, Chris," Cindy said. "But if Lisa goes with us 
today she may not want you there in thick cloth diapers."
	"I'll see how my time goes today," I told Cindy as I put on my 
jacket and left. I went outside and I hopped on my bike and went to 
Tony's house. While riding to his house I thought back upon the last 
few months and how Lisa had changed so much since the summer and had 
changed even more since school started. The more I thought about it, 
the more I felt that Lisa was suffering from depression. For her to 
suddenly be repulsed by my wearing diapers just wasn't like her. She 
sure wasn't the same big sister I remember her being when I was eight 
and she was twelve. She could hardly wait to get those thick diapers 
pinned onto my butt and tell everyone about it. She was becoming more 
withdrawn from everyone in the family anyway. She needed to get some 
professional help.
	I decided to put this matter out of my mind for now and think 
about this boy that Tony would be babysitting. Tony was ready to go 
when I got there. He even had his pants on already, which was unusual 
since, like me, he always waited until the very last possible minute to 
put his pants on so that he could be in just his diapers for as 
absolutely as long as he could. Tony explained that he expected me to 
arrive a little sooner and wanted to be ready since Richard's father 
was expecting him soon. Right away Tony got out his bike and he led the 
way to where he would be going after school every day.
	"Where is this place?" I asked.
	"Right over there in those apartments," Tony pointed straight 
ahead to an apartment complex just a few blocks away.
	"Look for number 217," Tony told me. I located it down toward the 
end. We rushed over there and parked our bikes before going up the 
stairs. Tony rang the doorbell. A moment later a man who looked to be 
in his mid-thirties came to the door.
	"Hello boys," he greeted us. "Come on in! It's warmer inside. You 
must be Tony," he said as he looked at me.
	"Actually, I'm Tony," Tony replied. The man seemed to be 
surprised by this somewhat, as if he expected me to be Tony for some 
reason.
	"So who are you then?" he asked me.
	"I'm Chris, I'm a friend of Tony's."
	"Oh, well, I'm Gary Whitney," the man introduced himself as he 
shook each of our hands. He offered us some hot chocolate, which we 
both accepted. We exchanged some small talk such as where we went to 
school, what grade we were in, what our families were like, etc. while 
Gary prepared the hot chocolate for us.
	"So, where's Richard?" Tony asked Gary when he returned a moment 
later with two steaming hot cups.
	"He's in his room right now. He's rather shy, and he knew you'd 
be coming over, so I'll get him in just a little bit."
	"I understand Richard is adopted?" I asked Gary.
	"Oh yes, that he is. I recently became an adoptive single 
father," Gary stated proudly.
	"How did that happen?" I asked.
	"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Gary offered us a seat 
on his couch. He then proceeded to tell us his story about becoming an 
adoptive single father.
	"About six years ago I gave up on looking for a wife. When I was 
in college I had visions of being married and having kids by this time 
in my life. Well... that hasn't happened, and because of that, I still 
didn't have any kids when I was thirty. I thought getting married would 
be fun, but some of my friends and my brother is divorced, and a couple 
other friends aren't so happy with their marriages, either, so I re-
evaluated my goals and decided that marriage may not be what I want in 
my life, after all. I still wanted to be a dad, though, but then I 
realized how old I was getting, so I looked into adoption. It took me 
awhile to get my son, and it was a long process-- about five years-- 
but at around February or so of this year I met Richard for the first 
time. My social worker felt that he was a good match for me, and I 
agreed, so now he's officially my son."
	"That's great," I said. Gary showed us a few pictures he had of 
Richard. He was smiling and happy in most of the pictures and he looked 
like a really cute kid. I tried to spot a diaper bulge in his pants 
where it might have been visible, but I didn't see anything like this. 
I was hoping he'd have some pictures of Richard in just his diapers, 
but I didn't see any. Gary told us a few other things that we should 
know about Richard.
	"Now, I won't go into details about Richard's past, but he's very 
emotionally sensitive and he gets upset easily. He gets scared of 
violence on TV easily and he doesn't like to hear anyone talk about it, 
especially if it involves spanking or hitting. His Mom didn't love him 
at all and she abused him a lot. She'd whip him and beat him, yell at 
him and call him names, often times for doing nothing wrong. She didn't 
feed him, not that she was poor, she just didn't care that he was 
hungry."
	Gary stopped and took his glasses off and then wiped his eyes as 
he turned his head.
	"Oh God, it makes me cry just to think about all the horrible 
things I read in his case history," Gary continued as he tried to hide 
his emotions. "Whatever you do, don't ask him about his past, and avoid 
bringing up anything that has to do with violence or anything like 
that."
	"Gotcha," Tony said.
	"Now, another thing I'm sure you're well aware of, since of 
course your ad stated that you'd be willing to babysit a child like my 
son, is that Richard still needs to wear diapers. Do you think you can 
you handle changing a six-year-old boy's diapers?"
	"Of course I can," Tony said. "In fact, I wear them myself."
	"I can see that your friend wears them," Gary said as he pointed 
out the huge bulge in my rear. "That's what took me by surprise when 
you said you were Tony and not him. I thought that you were the one in 
diapers since, well, quite honestly I could see them very plainly."
	"I wear disposables," Tony said. "Chris prefers cloth. And 
they're much thicker."
	"Richard wears cloth diapers at night because I can layer several 
of them together since he's a really heavy wetter. Since it's just us 
around here, he doesn't have to worry about anyone seeing him in his 
diapers, and a lot of the time it's all he wears, but he's really shy 
about anyone else knowing that he's wearing them, so at school and 
during the daytime he wears disposables."
	"Well, to be honest, I'm a heavy wetter, all day, not just at 
night, and I wear disposables," Tony said. "You ever heard of 
Thickies?"
	"Oh yeah, there was a big poster down there at the Kidz Klothez 
store advertising them."
	"That's me on that poster," I said.
	"Oh, really?" he said. "That's really you?"
	"Yep," I said. I quickly explained how Tony and I were 
photographed modeling Thickies diapers this summer.
	"That's fantastic," Gary said. Tony explained that his Thickies 
diapers always lasted him throughout the night, no matter how much he 
had wet or pooped in them. Gary then asked us why we wore diapers. 
After we explained that we liked to wear diapers for fun and that our 
parents have had us wearing diapers for the last four years, Gary told 
us an interesting story about himself and eventually revealed that he 
liked to wear diapers, too. With this, he lifted his shirt and pulled 
down on his pants a couple inches to show us that he had a disposable 
diaper on.
	"I grew up a lot like you boys did," Gary said. "It took me a 
little longer to convince my parents that I wanted to wear diapers, 
though. It was my twelfth birthday when they bought me some big cloth 
diapers. It was the only present they let me have that year. Sure, I 
wanted other things, too, and they offered to exchange the diapers and 
let me have my usual toys and games, but those diapers were the best 
thing I ever got! I already had enough playthings to keep me busy 
anyway. I think my parents just wanted to find out how badly I really 
wanted those diapers and how much I was willing to sacrifice to have 
them. They gave me several chances to change my mind, but all I said 
was 'I want to wear my diapers right now.'"
	"You sisters?" I asked, dying to know if he had any stories 
similar to mine regarding any sisters he might have had. He already 
mentioned that he had a brother, whom I wasn't really concerned about 
anyway as far as Gary's growing-up years were concerned.
	"I'm the youngest of four in my family. The oldest one is my 
brother and the others are my sisters. My brother thought I was nuts to 
want to wear diapers. He was in college by the time I was wearing them 
around the house, though, so he never got to see me in them that much. 
My two sisters had a hell of a heyday with me going around in diapers 
in front of them."
	"So have mine," I said.
	Gary then showed us several photographs that were taken of him in 
his diapers by his sisters. Most of them were candid shots, but a few 
were posed shots as well, taken from various angles.
	"They managed to get about three dozen pictures of me before my 
Mom told me to start covering up when I was about 14 or so."
	"I could easily fill at least half that bookshelf over there with 
my photo albums of me in my diapers," I said as I pointed out a 
bookshelf that was about four feet wide. I asked Gary if he ever had 
any problems with his sisters' feelings about him wearing diapers later 
on. I was still concerned about Lisa and how my wearing diapers would 
affect our future relationship as brother and sister.
	"Not really," Gary said. "My sister Janice is about four years 
older than me. She asked me to cover up whenever she brought friends 
over, and I did. Sarah, who's about two years older, she didn't care 
and she wasn't afraid to let any of her friends see me in diapers. By 
the time she started dating I was covering up anyway. They're both 
married now, and now they tell me that I'm never gonna find a wife who 
will marry a guy who wears diapers. They say this is why I'm still 
single."
	"Do you wear diapers all the time?" Tony asked Gary.
	"Nope, just at home. I don't wear them out of the house. Still, I 
think part of the reason I don't do too well with women is because I'm 
afraid of what they're gonna say if they find out about my diapers, but 
I never get far enough with them for my undergarments to be of any 
concern to them, anyway, so the diaper argument is pretty much a moot 
point. I was never too popular in school anyway and never asked anyone 
out for a date. I was always shy and didn't like to do social things 
much."
	Gary rambled on for awhile about his "abysmal dating failures" as 
he often referred to them. He also started giving us advice on how we 
shouldn't set our expectations too high and expect to settle down with 
a wife when we become adults. His dating experiences seemed to have 
soured his feelings about marriage and his attitude towards it was 
rather jaded. About the time I looked at my watch Gary realized that he 
was keeping us and admitted that he was probably boring us, which he 
was.
	"You boys just stay here and I'll go get Richard," he said as he 
got up from his chair, taking our empty cups with him. While Gary was 
gone I talked to Tony about my concerns for Lisa. Tony agreed that he 
noticed s big change in her, especially since school had started. Gary 
appeared a few minutes later, talking gently to his son.
	"Now you just go on out there and talk to the boys. I've already 
spoken to them and they seem like a couple of really nice guys."
	Richard required some prodding as Gary led him out to the front 
room. I was hoping, but wasn't realistically expecting Richard to have 
just a diaper and a shirt on. He was wearing pants, but I could still 
hear his diaper crinkling.
	"Richard, that's Tony. He's the boy who's going to be here with 
you after school," Gary said to his son. Richard asked for his father 
to bend down so he could whisper something.
	"Oh yes, he knows all about that, you don't have a thing to worry 
about. In fact, boys, if it's all right with you, would you mind 
showing him what you wear underneath your pants?"
	I was going to just yank my sweats down and flash my thick 
diapers in Richard's face, but at the last minute I considered how 
sensitive Richard was and thought I'd better take it easy this time.
	"You mean, all the way, or what?" I asked Gary.
	"Just drop your pants if you want. He's seen diapers before."
	"I doubt he's seen any diapers that are even nearly as big and 
thick as mine, though," I thought to myself. I slowly slid down my 
sweatpants and stood there before Richard with my huge diapers fully 
exposed. My sweats were down to my ankles now. Tony had done the same 
thing and let his diaper show.
	"See? They wear diapers, too. You have absolutely nothing to be 
afraid of. They're boys just like you."
	"You want us to leave our pants down or what?" I asked Gary. I 
hardly knew the guy-- he was still a stranger to me-- and I felt 
awkward standing there in his apartment with my sweats at my ankles.
	"Put 'em back on if you want, but if you're more comfortable 
without them, go ahead and leave them off," Gary told us. I had a good 
feeling that he wanted to see Tony and I in just our diapers. Knowing 
that he had the same feelings about diapers since his childhood, this 
seemed to make sense. I went ahead and stepped out of my sweatpants 
completely. Tony also opted to leave his pants off.
	It took awhile for Richard to even say anything to us. Gary was 
very patient as he tried to get Richard to speak up. Finally, he asked 
us why we wear diapers. Tony and I told him the truth and said that we 
find that diapers are very pleasurable to wear and would rather wear 
diapers than use a toilet.
	"So does he do everything in his diapers?" I asked Gary.
	"Right now, yes," Gary said. "I want to at least get him to use 
the toilet for his bowel movements."
	"Aww, man!" I thought to myself, just when I was beginning to 
think this Gary guy was really cool. He still was, but, I mean, I felt 
that if you're going to wear diapers, use them all the way. To leave 
the seat of a diaper un-shat-in and favoring the toilet was just not 
orthodox diaper-usage as far I was concerned. I don't pad my butt up so 
thickly just for looks, although looks is part of the reason.
	"But so far he hasn't done too well with that yet," Gary 
completed his statement with a sigh. "I think it will be awhile."
	For the next few minutes Gary stayed with Richard as he had the 
little boy show us his room. He had lots of toys and his room was a 
mess, but it didn't seem that his daddy cared about this right now. 
Many of the toys were ones you'd see in a toddler's bedroom, not a six-
year-old's. I could tell that Gary wanted to give this boy the things 
that he likely didn't have before. I noticed a couple baby bottles on 
his nightstand and I was staring at them. Before I could ask about 
them, Gary noted my curiosity.
	""You're probably wondering about these," Gary said as he pointed 
to the bottles and then picked one of them up. "Richard tends to 
regress a lot, basically acting like a baby. He likes to drink out of 
baby bottles and likes to be cuddled and held. I don't know if he will 
let you do this yet, Tony, but I think once Richard gets to know you 
he'll take right to you."
	"Does Richard have any friends?" Tony asked Gary.
	"Well, other than a couple boys he knows at his school, he 
doesn't, nobody he can bring over anyway. He goes to a special school 
where he is tutored with five other boys who are in a similar 
situation. He's developmentally delayed, which is another reason he 
doesn't talk much. Just talk to him like you would a toddler, maybe a 
four or five-year-old."
	Gary then asked us to join Richard in playing with his toys. Gary 
had to do some gentle prodding to allow Tony and me to play with 
Richard's toys. Richard soon accepted our presence and let us put some 
puzzles together and stack some colored blocks. He also had some 
crayons and some coloring books. I was actually having fun playing with 
toys that were better suited for a boy half of Richard's age. While I 
was playing I could virtually feel Gary's eyes focusing on my diapered 
butt, along with Tony's. We made sure not to disappoint him by keeping 
our diapers in view as much as we could. During my play I emptied my 
bowels into my diapers. They were quite wet by then, too.
	Pretty soon Richard was starting to get comfortable with our 
presence and handing us toys that he wanted us to play with. He even 
smiled back at me when I smiled at him. He then asked me why I wear 
such big diapers. I told him that I like big diapers and need them 
since I pee and poop a lot. He asked Tony a few questions and told Tony 
about some of the people he knows at his school. At least the ice had 
finally been broken. Before we realized it, it was almost 1:30 and we 
had been there for nearly two hours. We told Gary that we would need to 
be leaving.
	"Pleased to meet you boys," Gary said. "I'm glad I don't have to 
choose between the two of you since both of you would be great with my 
son; it would be a tough decision."
	"I already have two boys to look after myself, anyway," I said. 
"I babysit twin six-year-old boys."
	"That's great to see you boys get out there and babysit. It seems 
that mostly girls babysit. I thought I'd have a hard time finding a boy 
to look after my son, since I think he would be more comfortable around 
a boy."
	Gary told Tony that he would come home from work early tomorrow 
and take Tony with him and Richard out to eat, where they could talk 
some more and get to know each other better and go over what all Tony's 
responsibilities will be. After this we headed back to Tony's house.
	"So, what's the story on Richard?" I asked Tony.
	"Well, basically his mom kept him in diapers and spanked him a 
lot," Tony said. "She'd leave him unchanged for hours and would 
sometimes tie him to his bed. Gary didn't tell me everything, because 
it really upsets him, that is, Gary, to talk about it with anyone, but 
he told me enough to know that Richard's mom was really rotten to him. 
She didn't enroll him in school or really give him a chance to learn 
everything he needed to learn. The ways she abused him also caused some 
minor brain damage, which is why he's underdeveloped."
	"Shit, that's terrible," I commented, feeling sorry for Richard. 
I was glad to know he had a decent father now, however. We got to 
Tony's house and parked our bikes. When we went in we were greeted by 
Kara and her friend Christie. They were looking at some ultrasound 
images that were taken of what would soon be Christie's little brother.
	"Look, he's gonna be a boy," Christie pointed out the fetus' tiny 
penis, which was barely discernible in the fuzzy images.
	"How do you know?" I asked her.
	"Uhh, well, how *you* know that you're a boy?" Christie asked me.
	"Well, uhh, I have a dick," I said. "I mean, how can you tell 
that that's a dick?"
	"Penis," Christie re-stated. "The doctor told me when he showed 
me the pictures."
	"Well, since it's a boy, get ready for *at least* three years of 
changing his diapers; I'd count on four," I said. Having taken off my 
sweatpants again, I then turned my butt to Christie and asked her, 
"Need some early practice with changing diapers?"
	"Nah," she said, politely refusing my offer for her to get used 
to handling diaper changes. "I've already changed enough diapers to 
know what I'm in for."
	"But what if he's still in diapers by the time he's my age?"
	"Well, in that case, I'll be 21 by then and I might have a kid of 
my own then," Christie said.
	"When's he due to be born?" Tony asked Christie.
	"December 20," she replied.
	"Chris, your mother called," Tony's Mom said to me as she entered 
the room and handed me their cordless phone. I then called home and 
talked to Mom.
	"I just wanted to make sure I knew where you were," Mom said to 
me. Cindy had already told my Mom that I was going with Tony to meet 
Richard.
	"How are your diapers doing?" Mom asked me.
	"Wet and poopy," I said.
	"You'd better come home in time to get changed and cleaned up 
before we go to the movie. We're leaving at 3:00."
	"Okay, I'll be home in a little bit," I told Mom.
	Before I left Tony wanted to show me something in his bedroom. 
When I went in there he showed me one of his walls that he had just 
recently partially cleared off, having moved the posters, drawings and 
other things to another wall. In the upper corner he had tacked up four 
empty packages from his Thickies diapers, folded flat.
	"I'm going to cover this whole wall with Thickies packaging," 
Tony said. "As soon as I fill this section in I am going to fill this 
section in, too and eventually have the whole wall full."
	"Cool!" I said. "Are you going to do your whole room like this?"
	"Mom probably wouldn't let me," Tony said. "She thinks I'm crazy 
just to do this one wall."
	"Well, if you want me to I can help you out and give you my empty 
packages," I said.
	"Nah, that's all right. I want to look at all of the Thickies 
diaper packages on my wall and know that I wore, peed and pooped in 
every single diaper that was in the packages. Besides, you don't go 
through disposables nearly as fast as I do since you wear cloth diapers 
most of the day."
	"I'll have to see about doing this in my room," I said. Not 
wanting to cover up any of the nursery-room motif of the existing 
wallpaper, I thought about covering my ceiling with Thickies packaging, 
or at least the back wall of my closet.
	I said goodbye to Tony and then put on my sweats again before 
going back home. After I was home Cindy changed me out of my soiled 
diapers. I had been thinking about going into the theater wearing my 
cloth diapers, now that I had some sweatpants that I could wear over 
them. With this I asked Cindy if she could diaper me in cloth.
	"You sure you want to do that?" she asked me.
	"Yes, I am," I replied.
	"Okay, it's your butt that everyone's going to be looking at, but 
if I know you, Chris, that's what you're wanting them to do, anyway."
	"Is Lisa coming with us?" I asked Cindy.
	"No, she just wants to stay home today," Cindy answered. At least 
I knew Lisa wouldn't complain about my being so conspicuously diapered. 
Cindy went ahead and diapered me up in several regular diapers and a 
couple Thickies, pinning them up tightly and abundantly.
	"No time to change your mind now," Cindy said as she slipped my 
plastic pants on. I put my sweats back on and then joined Mom and Cindy 
out in the front room.
	"Haven't you changed Chris' diapers yet?" Mom asked Cindy.
	"Yeah, I did," she replied. "He wanted to wear cloth diapers to 
the theater, so I wasn't going to stand in his way."
	"Everybody's going to stare at you," Mom advised me.
	"Only while we're in line for tickets and popcorn and drinks," I 
said. "We'll be sitting in the dark most of the time."
	"Whatever," Mom said. "At least you're changed."
	We left for the theater and arrived about fifteen minutes before 
the show began. On the way I asked Mom what was wrong with Lisa.
	"There's too much stress in her life right now, Chris, and she 
needs some time to sort it out. She might have to quit the pizza job 
for now."
	"So, does she not want me to wear diapers anymore?" I asked Mom.
	"She didn't say that, and she knows that will never happen. I 
talked to her about this. I think the best thing to do is cover up when 
she brings friends over."
	"Even Betty?" I asked.
	"Well, Betty's okay since she's used to seeing you wearing them 
and she understands how much you love to be in diapers, but if Lisa has 
anyone else come over, I'd cover up and not talk about diapers. I know 
I'm asking the impossible, but it would do her a lot of good if you 
did. Pretty soon you'll be too old to go around the house in just 
diapers anyway."
	"I know," I said glumly, knowing that my days of wearing just 
diapers around the house all the time were numbered. "I wish I could be 
eight again."
	"We can't be young forever," Mom said.
	We got to the theater and stood in line at the ticket booth. My 
jacket covered enough of my butt so that few people noticed that I had 
diapers on. I looked around and saw several kids, trying to spot some 
diapered bottoms. I didn't pay any attention to any of the girls, since 
if they had diapers on I didn't want to see them. Instead I just scoped 
out the boys. A couple three-ish looking boys had extra padding in 
their rumps, nothing unusual there, but still fun to look at, 
nonetheless. After a few minutes Mom got to the window.
	"Two adults and one child for 'Jurassic Park,'" Mom told the girl 
at the ticket window.
	"Ha! I'm still a child!" I said to Cindy. Just then I heard the 
ticket girl ask Mom, "Is he twelve or under?"
	"Yes, he is," Mom replied.
	"He's twelve and he's still in diapers, too," Cindy remarked. 
This caused the ticket girl to stare at me, not to mention the people 
behind us and in the adjacent lines. It was then that more people 
noticed the big bulge in my sweats. After we went in Mom got us some 
popcorn and soda. Mom and Cindy each ordered 20-oz drinks, stating that 
they didn't want to have to get up for the bathroom in the middle of 
the movie.
	"That's why I'm getting the 44-ounce drink!" I said. The girl at 
the snack counter had overheard this exchange and she probably couldn't 
help but to comment.
	"What? You actually want to miss the middle of the movie?" she 
asked.
	"No, it's because I got diapers on and I won't have to miss any 
of the movie for some stupid bathroom break," I said.
	"O-kay, here's your Hot Tamales-- and your extra-large Coke, sir, 
uhh... enjoy the movie," she said with some hesitation. As I walked 
away with my candy and my big drink I lifted my jacket up so she could 
see the thick diapers that I had on my butt.
	"Who's next?" I heard her ask right away, as if to get her 
attention immediately diverted from what she had just seen. God, I 
loved doing that to people!
	We went into the theater and found some good seats about halfway 
down. The movie had been out for a few months and most people had seen 
it by now, but there was still a good-sized crowd in the theater. We 
had about ten minutes left before the movie started. I opened my box of 
Hot Tamales and started eating them. I offered some to Cindy. I then 
held up a piece of the candy and said, "Hey, Cindy. What if I wrapped 
these in tin foil and stuck them in someone's Preparation-H box?"
	"Chris, only you'd think of something like that," Cindy said 
while I was laughing about this. Mom looked at me showing that she was 
not really appreciative of my vulgar humor.
	"Then that'd make them a candy-ass, literally," I added, still 
snickering at the thought of actually doing this. Cindy just groaned 
and mockingly slapped me across the face. Mom told me to knock off the 
gross jokes, reminding me that we were in a theater.
	"They'll say worse things than that once the movie starts," I 
said.
	"Here, have some popcorn and be quiet," Mom told me as she 
offered me the large bucket she ordered. A couple minutes later the 
lights dimmed and the show began. Trailers for Mrs. Doubtfire, 
Beethoven's 2nd, Wayne's World II and A Perfect World were shown before 
the movie started. I wanted to see A Perfect World since there was an 
eight-year-old boy in it. In a couple scenes during the trailer he was 
shown in his white underwear, but at first I thought he was in a diaper 
when the scenes flashed on the screen.
	"He's wearing a diaper!" I commented. "I wanna see this one."
	"Sorry to disappoint you, Chris, but that wasn't a diaper," Cindy 
pointed out. "It was his underwear."
	"Same thing, if you're Jay," I said.
	"It wasn't thick enough to be a diaper," Cindy countered. "Hand 
me the popcorn before you hog it all down."
	One more trailer had been shown for Schindler's List and then the 
movie (Jurassic Park) finally started. It was a very interesting and 
intense movie, more realistic than I expected it to be. I had sipped 
down about half of my pop within the first half hour and had it 
finished in about an hour, followed by crunching my ice, the entire 
contents of the 44-ounce cup eventually to pass through my bladder and 
into my diapers. It wasn't long before my diapers were wet, and they 
would become much wetter before the movie ended. Toward the end I also 
took a big crap in my diapers. Two boys, apparently brothers, were 
sitting in front of me. They were accusing each other of having farted 
and were arguing about it, each boy staunchly maintaining his 
innocence. The argument soon escalated to accusations over the boys 
having pooped in their pants once they determined the difference in 
odor, the odor itself having become a point that the boys argued over. 
They also argued over the fact that the smell lingered and wasn't 
dissipating like a fart smell would do.
	"Farts don't smell like that. You pooped your pants and I can 
tell by the smell."
	"How would you know?"
	"Because you've crapped your pants before."
	"No I haven't."
	"You have to, and I can still smell it. Poop smells don't go away 
like fart smells do."
	"Only you'd know that."
	Their father, who was sitting several seats down, finally had to 
get up and intervene and tell his boys to stop arguing and watch the 
movie. This was just as entertaining to watch as the movie itself.
	Cindy and Mom didn't quite make it through the movie before 
needing to get up and use the ladies' room, even with having ordered 
drinks that were less than half the size of mine. I filled them in on 
the details after the movie was over.
	"I should bring you with me to see 'Schindler's List' so you can 
fill me in on what happens while I go to the bathroom," Cindy 
commented. "I've heard that one's supposed to be over three hours 
long."
	"Just diaper me for it and I'll be glad to come along," I said as 
we exited the theater.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 158
-----------------------------

	The weekend was over and it was back to school. The day went as 
it usually did in English, Social Studies and Math. As for P.E., well, 
there was no such thing as a usual day for that class. If Mom had her 
way, she would get me out of that class. She said she would talk to 
someone at the school to see about getting me out of P.E. and into an 
alternative class. I hoped to find out from her later tonight.
	Before going to P.E. I dropped off all of my books like I always 
did. When I opened my locker I found that someone had folded a piece of 
paper and stuffed it through the vent opening and into my locker. I was 
thinking, actually hoping that it might be a love note from Megan, or 
perhaps from a secret admirer. I didn't have a lot of time to read it, 
but I quickly unfolded it anyway to see what it was. It turned out that 
there wasn't much to read, very little, in fact. It was a photocopy of 
a note made from individual letters which were cut out from newspaper 
advertisements, resembling a ransom note. All it read was: DIAPER OY.
	Upon taking a closer look I realized that the letters each came 
from the logos of various diaper brands. The D came from Drypers, the I 
from Huggies, the A and the P from Pampers, the E from Huggies, the R 
from Drypers, the O from Goodnites, and the Y from Drypers. How clever 
and appropriate, I thought to myself, wondering whoever it was whom had 
made up this little note and why.
	I thought it was odd that the B was missing. The space between 
DIAPER and OY didn't seem to suggest that the B had once been there 
unless the words were to appear as one string (DIAPERBOY). I couldn't 
determine if it had been left out deliberately or if the person who did 
it just forgot to put a B in there. Perhaps the B had fallen off from 
the original before it was copied. I folded up the note and put it in 
my pocket so that I could show it to Tony and the other boys later on 
during lunch.
	While I was walking to the locker room I thought about how no 
major brands of diapers sold here in the United States contained a 
letter B in the name. I racked my brain trying to think up of one, but 
in my infinite wisdom and knowledge of diapers, none came to mind. I 
even ran the adult diaper brands through my head and couldn't come up 
with any Bs. I was especially stymied by why someone would put such a 
note in my locker in the first place. It was no secret that I was a 
diaper boy, so I could hardly pass it off as someone's lame attempt to 
tease me for wearing diapers.
	It was nice to not have to deal with Hugh, Brent or Russ in P.E. 
I looked forward to having an entire week of school without them 
getting in my face. There were the usual troublemakers still, but the 
three worst ones, the ones who got busted for trashing Mr. Brown's car 
with dirty diapers, weren't there to torment us diaper boys. Since the 
weather had warmed up and dried up since the weekend we were back 
outside on the field playing football. Tony, Jay and I all had our 
thumbs up our butts as usual trying to look like we knew how to play 
football. This was when Mr. Brown sharply blew his whistle and called 
everyone over to him.
	"Okay, everyone! Today I have a special assignment for all of 
you. It seems that a certain number of our students don't seem to 
understand the game of football very well. In fact, I don't think they 
know a damn thing about it. We all know who they are-- Barrett, 
Simmons, Nelson-- I want the three of you to step forward and come up 
next to me!"
	At the command of Mr. Brown, we took our positions before the 
class as Mr. Brown pointed to the ground. Everyone was staring at us, 
mocking us for not knowing anything about football on top of the fact 
that we were all diaper boys (for the sake of discussion Jay was 
considered a "diaper boy" even though he didn't wear actual diapers). 
It didn't bother us, not even Jay, that we were all known for wearing 
diapers, but the fact that we were gridiron greenhorns made us worthy 
of ridicule.
	"Now, let's start with the basics," Mr. Brown continued, holding 
the football in his hand. He held it in front of us and asked us, "Can 
you boys tell me what this is?"
	A lot of giggling and a round of "duh!"'s and other forms of 
mockery went around.
	"Barrett, can you tell me what this is?"
	"It's a football," I said, thinking, "shit, I may not know 
football, but I'm not stupid!"
	"Very good!" one kid shouted and another asked me if I could 
spell "football", along with several others making similarly 
condescending remarks. The others applauded and cheered, as if I had 
answered the "Final Jeopardy!" question correctly or something. Mr. 
Brown told Tony to move to a spot several feet away and to stand there 
facing me.
	"Now, Barrett, can you show us how you'd throw the ball to 
Simmons over there?" Mr. Brown asked me to demonstrate. God, this was 
embarrassing. It didn't help that I dropped the ball first. Upon 
bending down I heard a kid say, "I can see his diaper!" I wanted to 
drop my shorts completely, press my butt up to his face and say, "here, 
now you can see my diaper even better!" I didn't want to give Mr. Brown 
any more reasons to deride me than he already had, so I just did what 
he told me. As I held the ball in my hands the kids were laughing, 
saying, "that's not how you hold it!" I ignored them and threw the ball 
toward Tony. It didn't even reach him. By this time everyone was 
laughing.
	"We'll need to work on that, it looks like," Mr. Brown said 
aloud. He asked Tony to throw it back. His performance wasn't much 
better, although the ball did come to me. Of course I couldn't catch 
it.
	"We got our work cut out for us, that's for sure," Mr. Brown said 
to the rest of the class while shaking his head in doubt. He then 
called Jay over and asked him to try throwing the ball to Mr. Brown. 
He, too, didn't handle the ball so well.
	"Okay, we'll work on your throwing and your handling of the ball 
this week. Let's discuss the other basic elements of the game. You got 
your field. It's a hundred yards long, then you got your yard lines..."
	For the remainder of the class we just stood there and listened 
to Mr. Brown drone on using various football jargon such as forward 
passes, touchdowns, field goals, extra points, quarterbacks, tight 
ends, offense versus defense, and just about everything else. I wasn't 
paying attention and didn't care to learn anything about playing the 
game. Just to give the other boys a chance to flaunt their knowledge of 
football, Mr. Brown would ask them questions during his lecture and let 
them fill in the answers.
	"See? These boys all know! Why don't you guys?" Mr. Brown asked 
us.
	"It's kind of hard to play football in diapers!" one kid shouted 
out.
	"Maybe because we don't *want* to know!" I told Mr. Brown 
pointblank, getting tired of his woeful attempt to make me learn a game 
in which I had no interest.
	"Listen, Barrett. When you're in my class, you *will* learn what 
I expect you to learn, whether or not you want to learn it. That goes 
for you, too, Simmons, Nelson. I'm sure your other teachers feel the 
same way and don't care whether you like the subject or not. You still 
have to learn it if you want to pass the class. Got that?"
	"Yes, sir," I answered, thinking, "kiss my diapered butt, and get 
a good whiff of it while you're at it, too."
	"We're going to have a written test on all of this Friday," Mr. 
Brown announced. The kids started laughing.
	"That means all of you," he said. Some of the laughter turned to 
groans. One kid confidently said in a sarcastic voice, "gee, you think 
I should study for a football test?! DOYEEE!!!" He then proceeded to 
smack his chest repeatedly with a limp-wristed hand.
	"I know, I know, you probably didn't expect to ever take a test 
in gym class, and if these three boys here knew as much about football 
as they know about diapers, we wouldn't have to go through all this in 
the first place, so you can blame them for it. If I didn't expect 
everyone to know how to play football by the time they got to the 
seventh grade I'd be handing out textbooks, but I don't, so we're going 
to teach them right here on the field. The test is either pass or fail. 
It you get 70% of the questions right you pass, simple enough? Good, 
now let's go over the object of the game one more time and see what we 
can cover before we go back in..."
	A few minutes later on our way back into the locker room Tony, 
Jay and I talked about today's class.
	"I hate that Mr. Brown," I said. "He didn't have to embarrass us 
like that."
	"I agree," Tony said. "I wish he'd let us do something else. I 
mean, we're not going to play football the rest of the year, are we?"
	"I hope it gets cold soon so we can at least play basketball in 
the gym, since I know how to play that," Jay commented. Even I knew how 
to play basketball, more or less.
	When I went back to my locker after P.E. I noticed that another 
note had been stuffed into it. This one was even more strange. It was 
also a photocopy and had the numbers 6 7 2 1 8 5 4 3 in that order, 
each of which had also come from numbers which were cut out of the 
newspaper, probably from advertisements as well.
	"What the hell?" I said. I was beyond stymied now. This was 
becoming quite a mystery. I asked the girl whose locker was next to 
mine if she had seen anyone come to my locker stuffing notes into it.
	"No," she said, but without looking at me.
	"I've found notes in my locker twice now," I explained. "You 
didn't see anybody last period?"
	"I said no," she said with a huff, losing her patience with me. 
She then looked at me and said, "As surprising as it may sound, diaper-
boy, maybe you have a secret admirer, someone who actually likes the 
smell of your diapers." She then slammed her locker shut and walked 
off.
	Just as I was about to fold the second note and put it in my 
pocket along with the first note I decided to leave it out so I 
wouldn't have to retrieve it during class, knowing the paper would 
crinkle and make noise. Instead, I stuck it in my spiral notebook (i.e. 
my "boredom book".) I figured I'd study the number sequence once I got 
to my fifth-period class, and once I arrived I took my seat and 
prepared for another boring day and another boring week in Mr. 
Eastman's class. Once the discussion started I got out my spiral 
notebook. While pretending to be writing notes during the discussion, I 
copied the numbers down and studied them. The pattern was 6 7 2 1 8 5 4 
3, which I verified before setting the second note aside. I considered 
several possibilities for the mysterious number sequence, but then I 
quickly dismissed them. It couldn't have been a phone number since 
local phone numbers (at least in the U.S.) only contain seven digits. 
As a single number, it was much too large (over 67 million) to mean 
much of anything. I paired the numbers up, thinking that the sequence 
was 67, 21, 85, 43. I thought it might be someone's locker combination, 
but this wasn't possible since locker combinations only go to 39 and 
contain only three numbers. They couldn't have been winning lottery 
numbers, and if they were, I was too young to play anyway, I 
momentarily thought about how many diapers $67 million would buy and 
got a brief hard-on. Maybe it was 6721 and 8543, but that made no 
sense, either. I then tried matching the numbers to their rank in the 
alphabet and got "FGBAHE DC." This made no sense, but maybe the letters 
stood for something. Perhaps the letters formed an anagram of some 
sort, but I couldn't come up with anything. I tried applying several 
mathematical tricks, but nothing meaningful came up. Writing the number 
backwards made it seem more like a phone number since the 345 prefix is 
used around here. Maybe it was 345-8127, extension 6, or something. I 
was highly suspicious of it, whatever it was.
	Finally, it occurred to me that perhaps the numbers corresponded 
somehow to the letters in DIAPEROY from the first note. This seemed 
like the most obvious reason for the numbers. With this in mind I wrote 
the letters D I A P E R O Y above each of the numbers:

DIAPEROY
67218543

	Seeing that there were eight letters and eight numbers, it was 
starting to make some sense now. Next, I rearranged the letters in 
order by the numbers. The 1 matched up with the P, the 2 matched up 
with the A, and so on. The result of this left me with a very fearful 
feeling-- the letters spelled out: P A Y O R D I E-- "PAY OR DIE."
	"Oh shit," I thought to myself as I felt my pulse instantly 
double its rate. Apparently someone with a knack for making up word 
games and had a lot of time on his hands was trying to screw with my 
mind. At least this would explain the missing B. I wasn't sure whether 
to take this seriously or not and present it to the principal. In any 
case it left me feeling uneasy. I was beginning to suspect that it was 
either one of the boys who were suspended, or it might have been Chuck 
or Steve, though they hadn't bothered me for awhile; they were too busy 
picking on the kids in their own grade.
	When lunch hour came around I showed the note to Tony and asked 
him if he knew what it meant.
	"Yeah, it means someone can't spell the word 'boy," Tony replied. 
Jay looked at it, too, as did Bryce.
	"Where did you find this?" Bryce asked me. I told him that it was 
in my locker.
	"What are these numbers?"
	"See if you can figure it out," I said. Tony was quick to point 
out that the letters in "DIAPER OY" were an anagram of PAY OR DIE.
	"Holy shit," Tony commented. "I think someone is after us."
	"Who'd be dumb enough to leave a note like that?" I asked Tony. 
"I think someone's just messing with our heads, if anything."
	"I hope so," Tony said. I asked him and the others if they 
noticed that the letters all came from diaper brand logos. Tony hadn't 
noticed this, but Jay did.
	"They could have used a B from a BVD underwear ad," Jay 
commented.
	"Yeah, but they don't make diapers," I said, "unless they market 
their boys' underwear to be worn the way you wear it."
	Throughout the rest of the day I told Megan and then Angela about 
the note and what it spelled out. Megan thought that someone was 
probably just trying to get me riled up and that the combination of 
letters just happened to work the way they did. Angela was more 
serious, though, thinking that I should present the note to the 
principal and let them deal with it and investigate.
	"That's a death threat, Chris," Angela said in a worried voice. 
"I know those kids in Mr. Brown's class are mad for getting themselves 
in trouble and they're taking it out on you. Whatever you do, be 
careful when you go home today."
	"I will," I said to her. For the remainder of the class I told 
Angela about the football lesson that Mr. Brown is giving me, Tony and 
Jay this week. I told her how he embarrassed us in class.
	"That jerk," Angela said. She gave me a few basic pointers to 
know for the test, though, seeing that she knew a little bit football. 
Much of it she had learned from her brother Todd.
	"How's his D.B.A. club doing?" I asked Angela.
	"Great," she said. "He went to his first meeting this Saturday. 
He said they had lots of fun and they all talked about how their toilet 
training went. He took some pictures, too, but he needs to finish up 
the roll to get them developed."
	"That's easy, just take some shots of him in his diapers," I 
suggested. "And if he's afraid of who might see them when they're 
developed, just take them to Patterson Camera and Video. My friend 
Aaron's parents own that place and do all their film developing in the 
store.
	"Thanks, I'll remember that," Angela said.
	"So what did Todd have to do to be initiated into the club?" I 
asked Angela.
	"Since he likes to play football, they all went to the school and 
they had him play a game wearing just his diapers! I can't wait to see 
the pictures from that!"
	"Did his team win?"
	"I don't think anyone was even keeping score, and they didn't 
play a full game or anything, just that they had him play in his 
diapers for a few minutes. It was cold and rainy, too, so this made it 
even harder. Todd likes his diapers, but I'm sure it was one time he 
was sure glad to get his pants back on."
	Before I knew it the bell was about to ring and I could go home 
for the day and then go babysit Cody and Jordan. On the way home Tony 
and I talked about his new babysitting job.
	"I'm kind of nervous about this whole thing," Tony said.
	"Relax," I said. "Gary loved us yesterday. I know you made a good 
impression on him."
	"Probably because I wear diapers," Tony replied.
	"Exactly. He knows that you will understand his son's needs since 
you wear diapers. He's taking you out to eat, you can't beat that. I 
wish Sue would have thought to do that."
	"I'll call you and tell you how it goes," Tony said just as the 
bus stopped. Once I got home I took off my pants and had Cindy changed 
me into my cloth diapers. With my pants sitting on the floor she saw 
the corner of the note sticking out of the pocket.
	"Did someone write you a love note?" Cindy asked.
	"Hardly," I said.
	"Betcha it's from Megan, huh?" Cindy pressed on.
	"It isn't," I said.
	"I'm gonna look anyway!" she said, stopping in the middle of my 
diaper change, knowing that I couldn't have gotten up very easily from 
the changing table to stop her. Since I knew it wasn't anything mushy 
or embarrassing I figured I'd let her find out for herself.
	"Diaper...oy?" she said. "Where's the B?"
	"That's not what it says," I told Cindy.
	"Looks like diaper oy to me."
	"No, see the numbers? Put the letters in the order of the 
numbers."
	After a few seconds, Cindy figured it out.
	"Pay or die," she said. "What does that mean?"
	"I don't know," I said. Cindy resumed her diapering me and we 
talked about the note.
	"I think someone was just having some fun, if anything." Cindy 
said.
	"Probably so," I said. "But I wouldn't be surprised if one of 
those guys from Mr. Brown's class is behind it."
	"How could they? They're suspended, right?"
	"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they still can't come to the school 
and sneak to my locker between classes when everyone's in the hallways 
and wouldn't notice him."
	"Yeah, possibly," Cindy said. "Or they could have had someone 
else do it." She finished diapering me and then told me that I'd better 
get going if I wanted to get to Cody's and Jordan's house. I had enough 
time to grab a quick drink and a snack. I went into the kitchen where 
Lisa was sitting at the table doing her homework.
	"Not going to work today?" I asked her.
	"No," she said while wrapping her hair around her index finger. 
"In fact, I decided to quit."
	"What?" I asked, surprised to have heard this.
	"I just couldn't handle working there any more," she said. "The 
stupid, rude customers, the late hours, especially on weekends, the 
asshole manager, and some of the people who worked there."
	"So, what about your car?" I asked Lisa.
	"Mom and Dad will cover my payments for me. Look, Chris, I want 
to apologize for yesterday."
	"That's all right," I said. "You don't mind that I'm in diapers, 
do you?"
	"No, it's all right," she said. "I'm used to it. I still think 
you tend to go overboard with your diapers, though. I thought it was 
cute and all four years ago, but as I have gotten older I'm beginning 
to see how much of your life it consumes, and I just don't know how 
well my friends and any boyfriends, should I ever find one, will take 
to your behavior."
	After I stuffed a couple cookies into my mouth Lisa handed me a 
large envelope.
	"This came for you today," she said as she handed it to me. She 
brushed cookie crumbs off of my plastic pants. It felt good to know she 
was still willing to touch my diapers.
	The envelope was from Vin Di Bona Productions. It was a reply 
from America's Funniest Home Videos! Along with it was the video, 
included in the self-addressed stamped envelope that viewers are 
instructed to send with their videos to have them returned. My heart 
was racing with excitement as I thought about the possibility of being 
on the show and winning ten thousand dollars for our prize-winning 
diaper-butts video. At the very least I was hoping that our video would 
at least be shown. Lisa and Cindy watched as I ripped open the package 
and pulled out the videotape itself. I then read the enclosed letter:

Dear Chris Barrett and Family,

Thank you for your video submission to America's Funniest Home Videos. 
Your video was reviewed by our panel of producers and was selected for 
one of our shows. We are pleased to announce that it will air during 
our January 9, 1994 show. Enclosed is an official America's Funniest 
Home Videos T-shirt. Thank you again, and please, keep those cameras 
safely rolling!

Sincerely,

Vin Di Bona

Vin Di Bona Productions

	"Wow!" I said. "At least they're going to show it!"
	"All right!" Cindy said. "I can't wait to tell everyone that my 
brother is going to be on 'America's Funniest Home Videos!'"
	"All they're going to see is your butt, right?" Lisa asked.
	"Of course, but isn't that the part everyone looks at on me 
anyway?"
	I decided to wear the T-shirt right away, so right there in the 
kitchen I changed out of my other shirt and out the A.F.H.V. shirt on. 
I could barely contain my excitement, even if we weren't going to be 
flying down there to appear on the set itself and be eligible to win 
ten thousand dollars. If I had the time and if I knew Tony would be 
home I'd call him and tell him. With videos on my mind I decided to 
take the video camera with me so that I could do some shots of Cody and 
Jordan showing off their diapers. I also decided to take along the 
video itself, the one that would be shown on national TV. I knew the 
boys would love it.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 159
----------------------------

	With a new video tape ready to go I popped it into the video 
camera. Lisa saw me carrying it and asked me, "Where are you going with 
that?"
	"I'm taking it to Cody's and Jordan's house," I said.
	"You be careful with that thing," Lisa told me. "Don't lose it."
	"I won't lose it," I assured Lisa, sounding annoyed by her lack 
of trusting me with the camera.
	"And don't drop it, either," she added.
	"Lisa, I can handle it just fine," I said even more defensively, 
rolling my eyes.
	"Since you're always in diapers, Chris, you don't have a lot of 
'handling' experience like most boys do, if you know what I mean," 
Cindy quipped. I just gave her a faked courtesy smile. At least I knew 
I could handle the video camera while on my bike better than I could 
handle a football.
	I pulled my sweatpants on over my diapers and then put my jacket 
on. I put the other video that I wanted to show Cody and Jordan in my 
book/diaper bag and then headed out. I had never tried running a video 
camera while riding my bike before, so I decided to have some fun with 
it and let it run while I held it off to my left side, being that I 
felt I could control my bike better with the right hand across the 
center bar between the handlebars. I crouched down and held the camera 
low to the ground, knowing that I was risking dropping it, but I was 
careful to maintain a good grip on it and watch where I was going at 
the same time. I then turned the camera around and got some video of 
the street running backwards behind me.
	Suddenly I realized that I was being followed when I looked 
behind me and heard someone else's bike tires humming against the 
pavement along with the sounds of pedaling. I then heard a voice ring 
out, "There he is!" Seeing the tire approaching my view I looked up. It 
was Hugh! He must have found out where I lived and had been following 
me. In any case he was determined to get me, that's for sure. Perhaps 
he was the one responsible for the "DIAPER OY" note in my locker.
	"Nice camera you got there!" It was still running, recording his 
ugly zit-infested face. As much as I didn't want him in my video, I 
thought that maybe I could catch him doing something that I could get 
him busted for.
	"It's not mine, it's my Mom and Dad's," I said, trying to get 
away from him while trying not to drop the camera, hoping he'd be 
respectful of other people's property, but who was I kidding?
	"How about you hand it over and we'll call it even, deal?" he 
told me.
	"I told you, it's not mine!" I said, thinking that even if it 
were mine I wouldn't let him have it.
	"You owe me for getting me kicked out of school for a week, and 
GROUNDED for TWO MONTHS, you little FUCKER!"
	"If you're grounded, then what are you doing out here?" I asked 
Hugh.
	"Never mind that, you shit! Hand the camera over, or I'll take it 
and smash it on the street and then smash your fucking skull right next 
to it!" Hugh threatened fiercely.
	"Go away, Hugh!" I yelled at him.
	"Go away, Hugh! Wah! Wah! Change my diaper!" he mocked me. "What 
a fucking baby!"
	"I said LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I yelled as I tried to get away 
from him. If the camera were something that could withstand the impact 
of being dropped or thrown I would have thrown it right into his face.
	"Don't say that I didn't warn you!" Hugh said. "I'm giving you 
one more chance. You either stop and pay up, or I kick the living shit 
out of you!"
	"How much do you want?" I asked Hugh, just to hold off his 
advances a little.
	"A hundred bucks, or that camera!" Hugh said. Obviously he had no 
idea that the camera was worth a lot more.
	"Don't have it, sorry," I said as I pedaled as hard as I could to 
lose him, but it was no use.
	"Then it's coming out of your ass!" he said.
	"The only thing that comes out of my ass is shit!" I said. "I got 
plenty of that in my diapers if you want it! " Hugh didn't seem to 
think this was very funny.
	I was approaching Cody's and Jordan's house, thank God. Even 
better was that the bus was stopped in the street and letting kids off, 
seeing that this would hopefully serve as a deterrent to Hugh and 
there'd be at least the bus driver to witness anything Hugh might have 
tried to do to me. As fast as I was moving, I didn't want to run into 
any of the little kids getting off the bus, so I slowed down. I was 
almost to Cody's and Jordan's house now, unbeknownst to Hugh. My 
slowing down gave Hugh a chance to catch up to me and get up to my left 
side, so I really needed to lose him. He was getting ready to knock me 
off my bike and slam into me from the side, when I took advantage of a 
small opening between two parallel-parked cars. I quickly shot off 
diagonally, barely missing the rear bumper of the car in front of me as 
I reached the sidewalk. Hugh hadn't slowed down, which caused him to 
miss the gap in the otherwise solid row of cars. In his determination 
to get over to the sidewalk, he wasn't paying attention to where he was 
going. When he realized that he was about to hit a little girl he 
skidded to a stop, lost control of his bike and fell down, skidding 
along the pavement. In doing this he ended up plowing into another 
little girl and knocking her over. She was bawling and I could see that 
her face was bleeding. The bus driver got out to help the little girl 
and to chew out Hugh for being so careless. Hugh, being the mild-
mannered bastard he was, said "fuck you!" to the bus driver and then he 
got back up and took off down the street to evade responsibility for 
the accident. He must have forgotten about me since he kept going. The 
best part of this was that I caught his fleeing from the scene on 
video! I might have caught him running into the girl on tape, too.
	Meanwhile, a small crowd of concerned neighbors had gathered. The 
bus driver had gotten out the first aid kit from the bus and tried to 
treat the girl for her wounds. The little girl's mother also appeared 
on the scene. The mother was understandably in a state of panic, seeing 
that her daughter was hurt. I set the camera down on the porch and went 
up to the bus driver and the girl's mother to explain what had 
happened. I spotted Cody and Jordan and told them to just wait and I 
would let them in the house soon.
	"What happened?" the mother, who was in tears, asked me.
	"That other kid was chasing me and threatening me," I said. "I 
got away from him and he was trying to catch up to me. He wasn't 
watching where he was going and he ended up falling off his bike and 
running into your girl. I'm sorry about your daughter getting hurt."
	"It's not your fault," the mother said to me. "I saw that other 
boy run right into my daughter. Do you know who he was?"
	"I sure do," I said. "I can give you his name and then you can 
probably get a hold of his parents by calling the school."
	"Let me get my daughter home first," the lady said. "Do you live 
around here?"
	"No, I just babysit these two boys here," I said, pointing to 
Cody and Jordan who were standing in awe.
	"Oh, the Ketchum boys," she said. "I know their mother. What time 
does she get home?"
	"A little after six," I said. "Does she know you?"
	"Yes, I'm Elaine Sorenson," she replied. "Tell Sue what happened 
when she gets home. Be sure to give her the name of that other boy, and 
have her give me a call."
	"Sure, I will," I told the woman as she walked away, trying to 
comfort her daughter. She thanked the bus driver for her attentiveness.
	"I got it on video, too," I told Elaine.
	"I don't know if we'll need it, but if we end up taking that 
other boy's family to court we may need it."
	"Wow! What happened?" Cody asked me.
	"Some kid was chasing me, and he was trying to catch me when he 
ran into that girl."
	"Why was he chasing you?"
	"Because he got himself in trouble while trying to get me in 
trouble, so now he's mad at me and he's trying to blame me for it."
	"What a poopy-butt!" Cody said.
	"Yeah, he's a poopy-butt!" Jordan added.
	"Speaking of poopy butts, how are you guys doing?" I asked the 
boys as I opened the door and let them inside their house. Right away 
they were taking off their shoes and then their overalls.
	"We're poopy butts!" Cody said.
	"Well, you boys know what to do," I said. Jordan noticed the 
video camera and asked me if I was going to use it.
	"Sure I'm gonna use it!" I said. "Why do you think I brought it 
over?"
	"Uhh, are you gonna take some videos of us?"
	"You got it!" I said. "I'm also gonna show you a video that's 
going to be on 'America's Funniest Home Videos."
	"We like that show," Jordan said. "I like it when the guy says 
'butt!'"
	"You mean Bob?" I asked. "The guy who stands up there and makes 
lame jokes?"
	"Yeah, he says the word 'butt' a lot, like, 'here's some videos 
of some people falling on their butts!'"
	"Tell you what," I said. "When I do this video, try to say the 
words butt, poop, stinky, smelly, diapers, thick, white, and boy as 
much as you can, all right?"
	The boys ran into their bedroom. I already had the video camera 
running as I caught a shot of them going down the hallway. I left the 
camera running as I set it down where it could videotape me diapering 
the two boys in their Thickies cloth diapers. Once I had them diapered 
up we went out to the kitchen and had some snacks. Afterwards I decided 
to let them put on their own little show, telling me all about their 
diapers, using as much as possible the words that I asked them to use 
frequently. I had to prompt them a few times, but they were getting 
into it pretty quickly.
	For the next several minutes I had the two boys saying all kinds 
of things about wearing diapers and how much fun they thought diapers 
are to wear. I helped them come up with silly songs and rhymes. They 
danced around and showed off their diapers, especially their butts. 
They did as I asked and had them try to use "diaper words" as much as 
they could, using as many examples as they could come up with. I did an 
interview with each of them, asking them what they both liked about 
diapers so much. I asked them to describe what they see and what they 
feel when they are in diapers. Even though I didn't bring Twister with 
me today I told the boys to pretend that they were playing it just so I 
could get some good video shots. I had them use the square linoleum 
tiles on the kitchen floor to substitute for the dots. Even though it 
was cool outside I got some video of them running around in the back 
yard rolling around in the grass in their diapers. I told the boys they 
would especially appreciate having a video such as this years later 
since I wish I had gotten to do something like this at their age.
	Afterwards we watched the videos, First, I showed the boys the 
video that would be on America's Funniest Home Videos. They thought it 
was so funny that we must have watched it five or six times. I then 
asked the boys if they wanted to see the video we just made, mainly 
since I wanted to see it and didn't want to keep showing them the 
diaper-mooning clip over and over all afternoon. They agreed that they 
had seen enough of the first video and wanted to see the video we just 
made. We didn't have time to watch it all the way through before I had 
to leave, so I told the boys we would watch the rest of it tomorrow and 
pick up where we left off today; they were cool with this.
	I rewound the video to the beginning and pressed play. My first 
shots of me holding the video camera close to the ground turned out 
okay, but not what I was hoping for. The attached lens cap also kept 
hitting the ground every now and then. Later on came the scenes where 
Hugh approached from behind me and was threatening me. Cody and Jordan 
got scared, fearing that Hugh was going to beat me up. I forgot about 
all the foul language that Hugh was using, not that Cody and Jordan 
hadn't already heard it at least a few times. I said a few words of my 
own, but only in defense.
	I was surprised that I had gotten the footage of Hugh skidding 
and then slamming into that poor little girl, though the camera wasn't 
very steady. I wasn't intentionally filming this, but I just happened 
to have the camera running and it was pointed sideways to me, facing 
the street. Just as I had gotten past the parked cars the next scene 
showed Hugh's bike falling over and sliding into the little girl. As 
much as I wanted to delete this part of the video I knew that I should 
retain it in case Hugh were to appear in court, especially since I also 
got video of him riding away from the scene and averting 
responsibility.
	Fortunately the rest of the video was much more fun to watch. I 
told the boys I would make a copy of the video for them so that they 
would have one of their own. Of course I wanted to make sure Sue would 
be cool with it since the boys did get rather vulgar when I told them 
to talk about their poopy diapers and how bad they smelled and what it 
felt like when they farted in their poop-filled diapers. They talked 
about how it felt to get poop all the way up to their "weenies." They 
denounced toilet training boys and they loudly proclaimed that all boys 
should be allowed to wear diapers. These boys were getting a head start 
at becoming life-long diaper boys.
	Sue came home at about her usual time. She asked me how the boys 
were.
	"Fine," I said. "We had lots of fun today."
	"I can see that you did," Sue commented as we were still watching 
the video. We were up to doing the scene where the boys were pretending 
to play Twister on the kitchen floor.
	"Chris made a video of us in our diapers!" Cody said.
	"Yeah, and we talked about our diapers and did funny things in 
our diapers and we made poop jokes and we did the 'My Butt's in Thick 
White Diapers' song!" Jordan added.
	"I thought about making a copy of the video for them," I said. 
"If that's okay with you."
	"I don't see why not," Sue said. "We have plenty of video of them 
in their diapers, too. I mean, mainly because it's all they wear around 
the house."
	""Do they talk about how much they like their diapers?" I asked 
Sue.
	"Sometimes, but ever since you started babysitting them they're 
quite open about it now."
	"Well, I hope they're not being too open," I said, hoping that I 
hadn't corrupted her sons too much with the diaper talk. "I mean, they 
were saying things like how much poop their diapers can hold, how bad 
they get to smelling, things like that."
	"They're boys, Chris, just like you. Boys like to talk about 
things like that, especially when they're in diapers all the time. I 
grew up with brothers and they talked about the same things."
	"We're they in diapers?" I asked Sue.
	"As babies, yeah, until they were three," Sue said. She sensed 
the disappointment in my face.
	"I know, you were probably hoping for a story about my brothers 
being in diapers all throughout their childhood. My brother Mark did 
poop his pants a few times on accident, but it wasn't enough to 
convince my mother to put him in diapers."
	"So, you're cool with your boys saying stuff like that about 
wearing their diapers?" I asked Sue again.
	"They know that they can only do it here at home," Sue said. "But 
yeah, I don't mind it; it's cute more than anything."
	I then told Sue about the incident that happened on my way over 
concerning Hugh knocking a girl down with his bike. I gave Sue Hugh's 
name and explained what he had done. I then told Sue to call Elaine, 
the lady whose daughter was knocked over by Hugh and his bike.
	"I even got it on tape," I said. "I didn't intend to, it just 
happened that I was carrying the camera with me and had it running when 
Hugh tried to run me off my bike."
	"Hold onto that tape," Sue told me, explaining that It could be 
used in court if it ever came down to a situation where Hugh's parents 
would be liable for their son's negligence.
	Just as I was leaving, Sue noticed my T-shirt. I quickly 
explained to her that our video would be shown on TV. Sue was excited 
to hear of this. I told her I would bring it with me tomorrow to show 
it to her since I was needing to get home. I said goodbye to the boys 
and told them I would see them tomorrow.
	"Are you gonna bring the video camera?" Cody asked me.
	"I don't know," I said.
	"I don't mind if you use ours," Sue told me. "Just bring your own 
tapes."
	"That sounds great," I told Sue. I went outside and opened the 
gate to the back yard. I decided to leave my bike out of view in case 
Hugh decided to come back. I cautiously looked around to make sure Hugh 
wasn't lurking behind a car or a tree. I then started for home. A 
couple houses up the street I saw Elaine, the lady whose daughter was 
knocked over by Hugh and his bike. The girl had some bandages on her 
face. I stopped for a moment to ask Elaine how her girl was doing.
	"She's better now," Elaine said. "She just got some minor scrapes 
and she says she's sore where the bike hit her side. I took her to the 
doctor and had him look her over this afternoon."
	"She'll get better, I'm sure," I said. "You don't think you'll be 
taking that other kid to court over this?"
	"No, but I will be watching for that kid in case he tries to run 
you down again like that."
	"Thanks," I said. I wasn't really sure what Elaine could do for 
me if Hugh was chasing me again. While I was glad the girl was going to 
be okay, I was hoping that Hugh would get in more trouble for his 
negligence.
	The little girl must have noticed my diapers bulging through my 
sweats. In fact, I didn't even realize that my sweats had slid down a 
little ways and my jacket had pulled my shirt up to expose my diapers. 
The girl was pointing at my back and asking her Mom if I was wearing 
diapers.
	"That's just his underwear," I heard the lady whisper to her 
curious daughter. As she was to my side and towards my front, the 
mother couldn't have seen that I had diapers on and likely assumed that 
I was wearing white underwear, which, in a way I was.
	"But it's really big and thick," the girl said out loud. "And 
it's white, and it looks like diapers. Come look at it! Mine's all pink 
and purple and yellow, and it's not so big."
	"A lot of boys wear plain white underwear," I heard Elaine try to 
discreetly explain to her daughter the differences between boys' 
underwear and girls' underwear.
	"Do all boys wear big, white underwear like that?" the girl asked 
her mother.
	"Honey, it's not nice to point out things like that," I heard 
Elaine mildly scold her daughter after seeing that she wasn't about to 
drop the subject. I decided to speak up to save the girl from getting 
into trouble for something that wasn't her fault.
	"I'll have to apologize for my daughter's curiosity about your, 
your underwear," Elaine said to me, blushing. "She doesn't have any 
brothers and isn't around boys much except at school."
	"It's okay, ma'am," I said. "They are diapers, and well, it *is* 
my underwear," I said. "I realize they're kind of hard not to notice."
	I had been leaning forward on the handlebars, which gave the 
little girl a good view of my diapers, but at the same time hid the 
bulge in the front from where Elaine could have otherwise seen them. I 
stood straight with my legs straddling my bike and then lifted my shirt 
to show Elaine that I had diapers on.
	"Oh my," the lady said, surprised when I revealed that I really 
was wearing diapers. "You poor dear, having to wear those things. I'm 
sure there's something a little more discreet for you to wear than 
that."
	"There is, but this is what works best for me," I explained 
without going into any details about how much I loved to wear thick 
diapers.
	"Why do you wear diapers?" the little girl asked me.
	"Miranda! That's *not* an appropriate question to ask this young 
gentleman!" the girl's mother scolded her, this time more sharply.
	"It's okay, I don't mind talking about it," I said. "I just can't 
use toilets, so I have to wear diapers," I gently explained to the 
girl.
	"So you babysit Sue's boys?" Elaine asked me, trying to change 
the subject.
	"Yep, this is my second week," I said.
	"Really?" Elaine said. She sounded somewhat surprised by this.
	"I know," I said. "There aren't a lot of boy babysitters, huh?"
	"Well, no, come to think of it, there's not," Elaine replied. 
Elaine still seemed puzzled, which had me puzzled.
	"Do you need someone to babysit Miranda?" I asked Elaine.
	"No, no, I mean, thanks for offering, that is, if you know 
someone who is looking for a babysitting job, but I'm a stay-at-home 
Mom," she said. She seemed like she wanted to say something else to me, 
but she was hesitant. I was about to break away and get my diapered 
butt home since I was already running late, but then Elaine started 
talking.
	"I've never understood why, but Sue won't allow Miranda to come 
play with her boys and Miranda would like to since she likes playing 
with them at school."
	"I don't know," I said naively, although I had a good feeling 
that it had to do with the fact that Sue has kept her two boys in 
diapers and didn't want this to be known among their classmates.
	"Do you know why she wouldn't let Miranda visit?" I asked Elaine.
	"I don't, all I know is that she was told that she couldn't play 
with the boys. Maybe it's because Miranda is a girl or something like 
that."
	"I'll ask Sue about this and see what she says," I told Elaine. 
She should be calling you any minute." At that moment I heard the phone 
ringing inside her house as the door was open but the screen door was 
shut.
	"That must be Sue," Elaine said. I decided I'd better get going, 
so I said goodbye to Elaine as I headed back for home. Since I was 
running late I hurried as quickly as I could, which was not easy, 
considering that I had the video camera to carry back with me. Dinner 
was ready and on the table when I got home.
	"Chris, you're late," my Mom told me.
	"I know, but I struck up a conversation with one of the neighbors 
who lives close to Cody and Jordan."
	"Dinner's ready, go wash up and come join us," Mom said. Quickly 
I went into my room, took off my book/diaper bag and shed my sweatpants 
and then went into the bathroom to wash my hands. When I joined my 
family at the table mom asked me what I was doing with the video 
camera.
	"I just took it over to Cody's and Jordan's," I said.
	"Next time ask us first," Dad said sternly.
	"Sorry," I said. "I won't take it again."
	"You can take it, but let us know first," Mom said.
	"They have a video camera anyway, so I don't need to," I 
explained.
	"Oh," Mom said. I then told Mom and everyone about my run-in with 
Hugh.
	"Maybe you'd better leave the camera home," Dad said. "You really 
shouldn't be carrying it while riding your bike anyway."
	"Are you more concerned about the camera than the fact that I 
didn't get beaten up?" I asked Dad.
	"No, son, I'm not," he said. "Of course we're glad you didn't get 
into a fight with that Hugh."
	"Is he the one who's been picking on you in P.E. class?" Mom 
asked me.
	"He's one of them," I answered her.
	"That does it. I am going to get you out of that P.E. class!"
	"I thought you talked to them today, Mom," I said.
	"I did, but they said they need to review the situation before 
making a decision."
	"What is there to review?" I said exasperatedly. "Mr. Brown's a 
jerk to anyone who doesn't like to play football, and he seems to pick 
on me and Tony and Jay, because we also wear diapers."
	During the rest of dinner I told everyone about Mr. Brown's 
humiliating football lesson which he gave to me, Tony and Jay in front 
of the class.
	"I guess I should have encouraged you to take more of an interest 
in football, son," Dad said. "What can you tell me about football?"
	"Not much," I said. "All it is, is a bunch of guys who run back 
and forth across a field carrying a funny-shaped ball, running into 
each other while they try to get the ball to the other side, right?"
	"You got the basic idea," Dad said. "You know the difference 
between a quarterback and a halfback?"
	"No," I said.
	"What does first down mean?" Dad quizzed me.
	"I don't know, Dad," I said.
	"How many points are there in a touchdown?"
	"Seven," I answered, thinking that I was doing well just to know 
this.
	"Actually, six; it's seven if you earn the extra point. Do you 
know what that is?"
	I was getting annoyed by Dad's quizzing me. Mom intervened, 
fortunately.
	"Honey, he's never going to play football, it doesn't interest 
him," Mom said.
	"Yeah, all he thinks about is diapers," Cindy replied.
	"I won't argue with that," Lisa added.
	"Neither will I," I said.
	As we ate dinner Dad told us that Lisa had quit working and would 
likely take the rest of the year off so she could catch up on her 
homework and get her mind in order. Cindy told me later that night 
during my diaper change that Lisa would also be seeing a counselor. As 
dinner was finishing up we talked about our diaper-mooning video to be 
shown on America's Funniest Home Videos. Dad had mixed feelings about 
this, but he conceded that he was glad to see that I was getting in a 
few more minutes of fame, even if it involved showing off my diapered 
butt, just like in my forthcoming appearances in magazine ads would do.
	After dinner was over I called Tony and told him about my 
exciting day. He told me about his, too, saying that he looked forward 
to looking after Richard.
	"Did Richard even talk to you?" I asked Tony.
	"He did a little, now that he knows who I am and that he knows I 
wear diapers, too."
	Tony and I spent about 45 minutes on the phone before Cindy took 
it away from me to call Gina. I decided to get started on my homework, 
starting with the reading assignment that I should have done in Mr. 
Eastman's class. Ho hum. What an anti-climactic ending to a climactic 
day.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 160
----------------------------

	I especially didn't want to go to P.E. class today in spite of 
the fact that Hugh, Brent and Russ wouldn't be there, or so I thought, 
anyway, as I would have yet to find out later that day. I went through 
my first three classes�English, Social Studies and Math, and nothing 
unusual happened. I still got the usual remarks from the relatively few 
kids, the majority of them in sixth grade, who still seemed to think 
that calling me any variety of names that contained any of the 
following words-- ass, butt, boy, crap, crapper, crappy, diaper, dick, 
doofus, dork, dweeb, fart, pants, pee, penis, piss, pisser, pissy, 
poop, pooper, poopy, prick, shit, shitter, shitty, smelly, stink, 
stinky, or turd-- bothered me, because it didn't. In fact, on Friday I 
planned to wear one of my Thickies shirts to school just to make a bold 
statement to proclaim my love for wearing and using diapers. I'd even 
be willing to come to school in my usual set of ultra-thick Thickies 
cloth diapers and wear my sweatpants over them. What did I have to lose 
at this point since my only friends at this point were other boys who 
wear diapers and girls who are nice enough to understand.
	Fourth period seemed to take forever to come. I could only 
anticipate what Mr. Brown had in mind for making complete morons out of 
Tony, Jay and me. The day was already off to a bad start before we even 
got to that point. When I opened up my locker to get my gym clothes I 
found another piece of paper which had been folded up and stuffed 
inside. Knowing that no girls were likely to come into the boys' locker 
room, I could safely rule out Megan or a secret admirer (at least a 
female admirer) leaving the note this time. I had my suspicions, and 
when I unfolded the note my suspicions were confirmed. The note 
consisted of the same letters taken from diaper brand logos that were 
used in the note that read "DIAPER OY", spelling out "PAY OR DIE." The 
letters were enlarged to double their original size. While Tony was 
changing into his gym shorts-- wearing a very wet and soiled Thickies 
diaper that he should have changed, but decided to wait until he had 
showered to do so-- I showed him the note.
	"Whatever you do, hold onto that and show it to Mr. Carberry at 
lunchtime," Tony told me as he brought his shorts up as high as they 
could go, but still could not keep his Thickies diaper from showing at 
the top.
	"I'll have the resource officer see it," I suggested. I decided 
that this constituted an outright threat that needed to be looked into 
at once. I couldn't allow this mind/word game to go on any longer.
	My expectations about how today's class would go were also met. 
With Tony, Jay and me having to go alongside Mr. Brown for half of the 
period while he covered the basics of football, I could hardly stand 
another minute of it by the time class was over. Everyone was laughing 
at us for not only being uninformed about the game, but that we all 
sucked at throwing and handling the ball.
	Mr. Brown then had us join the rest of class, having told all of 
them to show us some basic plays. He brought three footballs with him. 
He divided the rest of the class into three groups and he had one group 
work with me, one group with Tony and one with Jay. He threw an 
impromptu-ly designated team captain for each group a football. I had 
Jimmy in my group, but I also had Shane and a couple other kids who 
were beginning to rank higher up on my shitlist with each passing day.
	Shane and another kid named Marcus acted like they were really 
interested in showing me how to make a forward pass, or at least that's 
what I thought they were showing me. Marcus was instructing me while 
Shane was standing behind me, being an opponent who would come after me 
and try to tackle me to the ground.
	"Okay, Chris, hold the ball up high," he instructed. "Hold it 
with both hands."
	I didn't know a lot about football, but even I knew that a 
football is usually not held, much less thrown, with both hands. I even 
questioned Marcus about this and said, "I've never seen anyone do that 
before."
	"That's because you've probably never watched anyone play!" he 
said. "Why do you think we're doing this?"
	"So they do throw the ball like this?" I asked naively.
	"Oh yes, they do it all the time," Marcus replied, sounding 
somewhat sincere, but with enough of a hint of mockery in his voice for 
me to feel suspicious. I could hear Shane laughing behind me, but 
trying not to. I couldn't tell if he was laughing at my ignorance or 
laughing because he and Marcus were taking me for a ride, so to speak. 
When I turned around and looked at him he just said, "sorry, dude, 
don't mind me, just go back to your football lesson."
	Marcus was walking away from me backwards and he told me, "I'm 
going to run over here watching you while I run, so when I say go, 
start running towards me with the ball and I'll tell you when to throw 
it, okay?"
	"Okay," I said.
	"Keep your hands up like that, too," he said.
	I did as he told me and I was gullible enough to believe him that 
this was a move that football players sometimes practiced.
	"Shane, you ready?" Marcus shouted.
	"Ready!" he said.
	Marcus started running and then he told me to go. Just as I began 
to run towards him I suddenly felt Shane's hands grabbing at the 
waistband of my shorts. As I took off, he got my shorts down and he 
exposed my diaper. I stumbled and fell as I tripped on my shorts, which 
were now at my ankles. Everyone in the group was laughing, except for 
Jimmy. I was embarrassed, not so much because my diaper-- wet and poopy 
as it was-- was fully exposed, but because I had fallen for this stupid 
setup.
	"Chris, you are so gullible!" Shane said while he, Marcus and the 
others enjoyed a good laugh. I pulled my shorts back up and walked away 
from the laughing group of kids. Mr. Brown had his backed turned, it 
seemed, but even if he did see it I had a feeling he wouldn't have 
cared. In spite of my better judgment, I brought the matter to his 
attention.
	"Umm, Mister, uhh, I mean, I mean, Coach Brown," I stammered 
nervously as I walked up to him. He just looked at me. I waited for him 
to acknowledge my need to talk to him, but instead he just stood there 
and waited for me to talk. He then said, "well, what is it?"
	"Did you see what happened over there?" I asked him meekly, 
lowering my chances of getting any recourse even more.
	"See what?" he asked, obviously irritated by my presence.
	"They pulled my shorts down," I said.
	"Ain't the first time that's happened," Mr. Brown said, not even 
looking at me and not seeming to be the least bit concerned.
	"Well, that still doesn't mean it's right for someone to do that, 
does it?"
	"If I didn't see it, then I'm not going to waste my time dealing 
with it!" Mr. Brown snapped at me. "Now quit your belly-aching and get 
back to your group! You're supposed to be learning how to play 
football!"
	"But they're not showing me anything!" I said to Mr. Brown while 
he walked away, ignoring me. "They were showing me plays that they 
don't really do, and�- ahh, fuck it!"
	I didn't care about playing football anyway and I didn't care if 
I flunked that damn football test we'd be having this Friday. All I 
could hope for at this point is that Mr. Brown would be ultimately 
canned. This shit just couldn't go on any longer.
	As I retreated to the group of kids who were supposed to be 
showing me some basic plays in football, I watched them all mocking me 
as they were running around holding the ball above their heads with 
both hands. I also noticed that Jimmy wasn't playing with them. He came 
up to me as he watched me walking towards him with my head hung low.
	"What happened?" Jimmy asked me.
	"Mr. Brown basically gave me the brush-off," I replied. "He 
doesn't give a shit about me or Tony or Jay."
	Jimmy tried to sympathize since he hated Mr. Brown, too, although 
Mr. Brown didn't pick on him as much in spite of the fact that he was 
also a diaper-wearer.
	"I knew those guys were setting you up for something like that," 
Jimmy said. "I wish I could have said something before Shane yanked 
your shorts down like that, but they hate me almost as much as they 
hate you."
	"I know," I said. "They're all just a bunch of rotten pricks who 
don't like us because we wear diapers and don't play football."
	"I play football," Jimmy said.
	"You're probably the only cool person who does play it," I said.
	"Not cool enough," Jimmy said. "We're not even supposed to be 
playing tackle and those guys were running into me, so I decided hell 
with them if they're going to play rough."
	Jimmy asked me if we could go sit down on the bleachers and talk 
and I said, "Sure. Nobody wants us around anyway."
	Jimmy and I sat there on the third row from the front and had a 
few minutes to talk before we were called into the showers.
	"So, you don't know how to play football?" Jimmy asked me.
	"No, I really don't," I said, embarrassed about not knowing so 
much as the difference between an offensive play and a defensive play. 
Jimmy asked me why and I told him, "I was never interested in sports 
much, and ever since I can remember, all the big, tough guys like to 
play it and they're always jerks about it because smaller kids like me 
don't like to play it, and well, since I've been wearing diapers for 
almost four years now this gives them another reason to tease me, not 
that this bothers me anymore. Hell, I'd go around in just my diapers 
here at school if the dress code allowed it!"
	"I have to admit you're pretty brave about letting everyone know 
you wear diapers."
	"It's what I love and I'd much rather wear diapers than play 
football."
	"You can do both, like I do," Jimmy said.
	"Do you really play football?"
	"Just for fun, just me and my brothers," Jimmy replied. "You 
know, football really isn't all that hard to play, and the only reason 
you probably don't like it is because everyone you've known who plays 
it has been mean to you."
	"You're probably right about that," I said. I sat there on the 
cold aluminum bench, at least it felt cold to my hands. My butt, 
however, was as warm as always as I had a nice, thick, although wet and 
poopy diaper, to insulate it.
	"Maybe you could come over after school and we could play a few 
games together, just me and my brothers. You could bring Tony and Jay, 
too. My parents aren't home until later and--"
	"I can't, sorry," I said. I really didn't want to get roped into 
playing football, even for fun, and even with someone whom I could 
trust. I had a valid excuse.
	"Why's that?" Jimmy asked.
	"I babysit after school," I explained. I told him I look after 
twin six-year-old boys who love their diapers as much as I do.
	"That's cool," Jimmy said. I was hoping he'd take more interest 
in wanting to know more about Cody and Jordan. I was getting hard in 
anticipation, but Jimmy seemed to be more interested in inviting me 
over for some football, which was all right, but I'd rather spend a 
Saturday writing a diaper story or working on some other diaper-related 
project or activity.
	"You think you could come over this Saturday?" Jimmy asked me. I 
couldn't turn him down, so I told him I would leave it open. He told me 
where he lived. It would be a long bike ride, going past where Aaron 
lived, but I had my sweatpants now and as long as Mom knew where I was 
I could pretty much go anywhere now.
	Mr. Brown then blew his whistle and sent us back to the locker 
room. Tony and Jay joined up with Jimmy and me while we jogged back to 
the lockers. Jimmy agreed to join us at lunchtime to talk about his 
plans to invite us to his place this weekend.
	I was dreading going to fifth period. I knew that I wouldn't do 
well on the test Mr. Eastman told us we would have today. As much as I 
tried last night, I couldn't get interested enough in the reading 
assignment, so instead I worked on my own diaper story. With this 
thought in mind, it made me wish I could skip fifth period and go 
straight into lunch. As things turned out, I almost did.
	Upon returning from the shower I put a clean, fresh diaper on as 
I would normally do. Next I reached into my locker to grab my shirt. As 
always, I put my shirt on first and saved my pants for last, to 
maximize my time spent in just diapers, of course, counting on those 
few extra seconds of each day to add several minutes to my already very 
high yearly total of pantless, diaper-ful time.
	Next I reached for my pants. When I picked them up I noticed a 
strange object sitting in my locker. It had a small blinking red LED 
light on it. Attached to it was a small LED clock, one of those stick-
on cheapie clocks that people use in their cars. Since there was so 
little light that shone into my locker I had to get a closer look to 
find out what it was. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my 
head inside my locker. It was then that I noticed some wires that were 
attached to three tubes wrapped in black electrical tape. It was then 
that I realized that my locker had... a BOMB in it!
	"HOLY SHIT! THERE'S A BOMB IN MY LOCKER!" I shouted as I suddenly 
got up. "Everyone! Get the hell out of here! NOW!" I started running, 
urging everyone to get out as quickly as possible. By this time most of 
the boys were already dressed and ready to go, just waiting for the 
bell to ring. A few of them had taken heed of my warning and fled, but 
others were skeptical. I tried to get through the crowd of boys at the 
door, most of whom were still oblivious to the danger that I was well 
aware of. Tony, Jimmy and the others were right behind me, pushing to 
get out.
	Mr. Brown heard me shouting and he asked me what was going on.
	"There's a bomb in my locker!" I said while running around in a 
panic.
	"What?" Mr. Brown asked.
	"I said there's a bomb! It's in my locker!" I frantically pointed 
to the opened door. I didn't take time to look, but I knew that Mr. 
Brown went to look for himself, as if he didn't take my word for it. I 
was already out in the gym with Tony and the other diaper boys when I 
heard Mr. Brown shout out, "everybody evacuate immediately! Go outside 
and get away from the building!"
	Mr. Brown's assistant came bursting out of the locker room. I saw 
him quickly running to the girls' locker room where he just opened the 
door and shouted for everyone to evacuate, saying that there was a bomb 
in the boys' locker room. By this time I was outside, all I was wearing 
was my shirt and my diaper. Behind us came the rest of the class. Most 
of the boys were completely dressed, but a few of them had come out 
without their shirts on. Others didn't have their pants on yet, but 
were holding towels around them. Tony was in just his diaper, too, 
along with his shirt. Jay was in just his underwear and his shirt. He 
appeared to have put about 3/4 of his usual butt-load of briefs (about 
1/4 of what he wears at home).
	The girls' P.E. class came out behind us. I was hoping to see 
some girls who didn't get a chance to completely get dressed, but most 
of them were completely dressed by the time they were evacuated, and 
the ones who weren't all had towels around them. Only Tony, Jay and me, 
as far as I could see, had nothing on but our "underwear" and our 
shirts as we stood amid the hundreds of fleeing, panicked students. By 
this time the fire alarm was sounded and the other students were 
exiting the building fire-drill style. We were directed to go to the 
far side of the field and get as far away from the building as we 
could. Tony, Jay and I must have really stood out having no pants on 
with our thick, white diaper-butts standing out in the bright, mid-
morning sun, but right now we didn't care, just as long as the building 
didn't blow up around us. Meanwhile I heard sirens and then saw several 
fire trucks and police cars from the street pulling onto the school 
grounds.
	The teachers had to calm everyone down and do their best to 
maintain order. There was nothing we could do but to stand there and 
hope the building didn't explode. We had to wait for the bomb squad to 
come out and investigate the situation. It took all of fifth period for 
them to inspect the entire building and determine that it was safe. A 
huge team was dispatched to comb the entire school.
	"Well, at least now you don't have to worry about bombing that 
quiz in Mr. Eastman's class," Tony commented to me. Having realized 
what he had just said, he then added, "Oops, that was a poor choice of 
words, wasn't it?"
	I didn't have my watch on as it was still in my locker, but I 
knew that it had to have been over an hour that we had stood out there. 
By this time the kids were getting restless. People were making jokes 
and other remarks about us being in just our diapers. Jay had to lean 
up against the fence to keep kids, mostly sixth-graders, from snapping 
his waistbands. Everyone was asking him why he had so much underwear 
on.
	"They're my diapers," he said, being honest with them.
	"And these are *my* diapers," I said, helping to ease Jay's 
embarrassment. "And the ones I wear at home are a lot thicker than 
these!" This seemed to keep most of the onlookers at bay as they were 
too weirded out from hearing me talk so openly about my diapers.
	"Well, so much for getting together at lunch today," Jimmy 
remarked. "Tomorrow maybe?"
	"Sure," I said. "As long as the school doesn't get blown up by 
then."
	It was about 12:30 or so, about halfway into what would have been 
lunch hour, when some official-looking person came out to the field and 
spoke to us. He was carrying a megaphone to make his announcement.
	"Your attention, please," he spoke. The din of excited and 
frenzied students came to a sudden quiet.
	"Our team of investigators is currently inspecting the building. 
So far they have determined that there is no immediate threat of an 
actual bomb or any other incendiary device going off. A device that 
appeared to be a bomb was located in the boys' locker room. That device 
has been determined to be a non-functional facsimile, however. I will 
now turn things over to your principal, Mr. Carberry."
	Mr. Carberry then spoke to us, using a megaphone that he had 
apparently borrowed from the athletic department.
	"Okay, everyone, I know this incident has everyone shaken up and 
it has very much disrupted everyone's day. Because of this, your sixth 
and seventh period classes have been cancelled and you will go home 
early today."
	News of this got everyone cheering and excited. At this time 
people starting walking towards the building, but the teachers, along 
with Mr. Carberry, told everyone to stay back and remain silent until 
we were given the go-ahead.
	"Buses will be arriving shortly to pick you up. If you walk home, 
you will be excused in a few minutes. I ask that everyone who needs to 
get any personal belongings inside the building to do so as quickly as 
possible and only if necessary. Everyone will be escorted into the 
hallways in small groups arranged by locker numbers and will be 
escorted by the investigating units. For those of you who were in the 
gym locker rooms at the time of the evacuation, you will now be allowed 
back inside to finish. Everybody else, please stay put until we give 
you the go-ahead."
	Everyone was laughing as the entire student bodies of the sixth, 
seventh and eighth grade classes could see me, Tony and Jay in our 
diapers, being led into the building along with a few other students 
who hadn't finished dressing before the evacuation. We were told to 
change our diapers and get dressed and not to bother with the showers. 
When I put my pants on I realized that my wallet was missing.
	"Shit! Where's my wallet?" I asked.
	"Mine's missing, too," Tony said.
	"And so is mine," Jimmy stated. "It's as if someone came in here 
and robbed us while we were getting evacuated."
	After I got dressed I went up to Mr. Brown and asked him if he 
knew anything about our wallets being stolen. He looked really upset 
and subdued. If I stuck around, I'd say I would have seen him 
eventually cry.
	"Yes, I do," he said. "Someone did come here while we were 
outside, but he was caught by the bomb inspectors before he could leave 
and then he was detained and arrested. The police had to hold your 
wallets as evidence and said that you may claim your wallets at the 
police station."
	"Oh man," I said, knowing that I had my money in there as well as 
my D.B.A. membership card and other things I liked to carry around with 
me.
	"That's just what I was told, guys," Mr. Brown said to us 
somberly before we went to get on our buses and head home for the day. 
Before I went out the door I asked Mr. Brown if he knew who it was.
	"Yes," he said, sounding very upset, shaking his head. "But I 
will not tell you who it was."
	After we were dressed we were allowed to go to our lockers in the 
hallway to get any books and other belongings and then wait out front 
for the buses to arrive. Meanwhile, the rest of the students were 
escorted into the building in small groups to go to their lockers and 
then either wait out front for the buses or go home if they walked or 
rode their bikes.
	On our way to the buses, Tony and I talked about Mr. Brown and 
why he would have been so upset.
	"Maybe it was another one of Mr. Brown's schemes with him trying 
to get us again," Tony said.
	"Yeah, but a BOMB? Even a fake one? Sounds a little extreme to 
me," I said. Tony asked me if I had any ideas who might have been 
behind this whole scheme.
	"A hundred dollars and a ten-foot stack of Thickies cloth diapers 
says it was either Hugh, Brent or Russ," I said. "I bet one of them 
wanted to clear us all out of the locker room so he could raid our 
wallets."
`	"Well, if it wasn't one of them, then you're out a whole lot of 
diapers and you'd probably have to go back to toilet training," Tony 
quipped. The mere thought of that was unsettling. I've sworn my butt to 
never make contact with a toilet seat ever again for as long as I shall 
live!
	"Uhhh, on second thought can I lower my bet and just say a 
hundred dollars?" I recanted my mock bet, hedging as if I were actually 
making such a wager, and my diapers were worth far too much for that 
much of a risk, especially if it would ever mean really having to go 
back to using a toilet; that was next to betting my life itself. Tony 
and I laughed as we tried to lighten our moods after what had happened 
today.