FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 41
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	We were awakened early the next morning. It was earlier than I 
cared for as I felt I needed rest. The first order of the day, of 
course, was diaper changes. Everybody was at least in a wet diaper, 
though as I watched the other boys take off their diapers, I saw that 
many of them had pooped in theirs as well. As we would expect to be 
doing every day, Tony would change my diapers and I would change his. 
We might decide to trade off and I could change Bryce or even Nathan. I 
was getting more confident about changing other boys' diapers and 
getting them on tightly and securely without any leaks. I wasn't sure 
if I wanted Lisa or Cindy to find out, though, since I like it when 
they change my diapers, and they like it, too. If they knew that I 
could handle changing diapers they might stop diapering me.
	Bryce and Nathan were quickly getting to become good friends with 
each other and they seemed to enjoy changing each other's diapers as 
well. While Tony was busy taking off my plastic pants and my Thickies 
cloth diapers, I watched Bryce change Nathan and make his little penis 
stand up as Bryce wiped him clean, and then they reciprocated, showing 
the same amount of pleasure from this exchange. Because of the extra 
layers of Thickies cloth diapers that I had on over my disposables, I 
was the last to be finished being changed. Billy took awhile to change 
himself, too, being that he put on his shorts over his diapers, unlike 
the rest of us, and he also took time to say a morning prayer. While I 
had my beliefs, I didn't practice them much and I only prayed whenever 
I felt troubled or afraid.
	Before we all left, Billy asked us to all stand in a circle, hold 
hands and pray with him.
	"This isn't Vacation Bible School," Jonny said.
	"I know it isn't, unfortunately," Billy said. "My parents were 
going to send me to one, but I was rejected because I need to wear 
diapers."
	"So why did they send you here?" Aaron asked. "This is a camp 
specially for making boys who wear diapers to feel better about 
themselves."
	"They sent me here because it was the only camp that would 
accommodate boys who wear diapers, and that I could help spread the 
Word while I'm here."
	"Spread the word about what?" Jonny asked.
	"You know, the Word, the Word of God, the Gospel."
	"Oh for Christ's sake!" Jonny said.
	"It's for *your* sake," Billy said. "And don't use the Lord's 
name in vain."
	"Aww, come on, don't start giving us all this religious horse 
shit," Jake said. "That's not what I came here for."
	"Please don't say that word," Billy said.
	"Okay, horse CRAP!" Jake replied sardonically. "You happy? Or 
should I say horse POOP?! Horse dung? Horse droppings? Horse muffins? 
Horse doo-doo? Horse ca-ca? Horse turds? What do you want?"
	"Just say 'horse shit!'" Jonny said. Jonny then told us to join 
him in chanting "Horse shit! Horse shit!" over and over. Every one of 
us was chanting. Billy got the message loud and clear and he told us to 
shut up.
	At about this time, Mike came to our cabin and told us to get our 
diapered butts over to the mess hall since breakfast was ready. This 
interrupted Billy's attempt to give us a sermon before eating, so we 
all left the cabin and joined the other boys for breakfast. We had 
pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. It was all a tad too 
greasy, but it was still good and hearty and we ate lots. With as much 
food as they served us it seemed that they wanted us boys to produce a 
lot of poopy diapers. I could only imagine what the dumpster would look 
like after just one day's worth of disposed diapers from 180 boys.
	After breakfast, we set out to go on a hike that went towards the 
top of a nearby mountain. As the camp guide had instructed us to bring, 
we all had backpacks and canteens on us to take on the hike, as well as 
plenty of diapers as we would likely be gone for most of the day. With 
as much water as we would be drinking I expected to become very wet by 
the time it was time for a diaper change.
	The hike didn't seem like it would be that far from where we were 
and the mountain to which we would be hiking wasn't as high in 
elevation as the others that we were told we would hike to later on. 
This particular hike was designated for all of the first-time attendees 
at the camp to help us to get accustomed to day-long physical activity. 
From the 60 boys in our age group, about half of them were first-
timers, including Tony and I, of course, plus Bryce and Nathan. In 
fact, from within our own cabin, only Aaron and Vic were not included 
in the hike as they had previously attended the camp and had thus been 
directed to partake in other activities. The hike looked and sounded 
like it would be fun and I was in the mood for exploring uncharted 
territory.
	We were guided by two of the counselors and some of the older 
boys, whom, for the sake of reference, we considered as counselors as 
well. We were all to take the hike in only our diapers, and we were 
told that there were other camps in the area, so we may be spotted 
sporting our didees by other groups, some of which consisted entirely 
of girls. While I didn't think this would be much of a problem for me 
since I was used to my sisters and their friends seeing me in diapers, 
other boys said they had never been seen by a girl in their diapers 
before and hoped that we wouldn't encounter any other hikers.
	As expected, Billy hadn't yet taken off his shorts in spite of 
being told that we were all to wear only our diapers on the hike. He 
outright refused to do so.
	"Aren't you coming on the hike with us?" Troy, who was one of the 
counselors, asked Billy. He stood there with his arms folded and said, 
"No!"
	"Look, after you get through this, then you can wear your shorts 
again," Troy told Billy.
	"This is sin that you guys are committing!" Billy said.
	"Sin? What do you mean, this is sin?" Troy asked. "I'm no expert 
on the Bible or the Ten Commandments, but I don't think what we are 
doing falls under any of them. Does anyone here recall reading 'thou 
shalt not weareth thy diapers in the absence of shorts?'"
	"Forget it, I'm not going on this stupid hike!" Billy said as he 
walked away from the group.
	"There's a nice reward at the end!" Troy shouted towards Billy.
	"Look, I know what *my* reward will be when I reach *my* end!" 
Billy said. "If you haven't been saved, you might want to think about 
that for a moment."
	Troy then chased after Billy, but Billy managed to disappear into 
the crowd of boys in the camp. Even the fact that his dark blue denim 
shorts stood out in a sea of white diapers, he was able to evade 
detection.
	"What's gonna happen to Billy?" Craig asked Troy.
	"We'll come up with something," he said with a smile.
	"If anyone deserves whatever you're planning to do, it's Billy," 
I said. The other boys who heard me responded to my remark with 
unanimous approval, as Billy had already become known throughout the 
camp as a "Holy Roller" and a royal pain in the diapered ass.
	Before we all left, the counselors examined our packs to make 
sure we had the right supplies and in the right amount. They also made 
a couple boys who didn't pack enough diapers to go back to their cabins 
to get them.
	"You're not going to find any diapers growing on a tree or a bush 
out there, you know," one of the counselors told the boys.
	The hike was on at last. We walked away from the camp area and 
followed a trail that remained flat as it followed the shore of the 
lake. In front of me I looked at the other boys' butts, seeing how 
their rear ends were all padded up only by their diapers. Each step 
they took caused the creases of their diapers wedged up into their 
butts to shift left and right. Having a good view of many of the boys 
from behind I was watching waiting for someone to shit his diapers, and 
it wasn't long before one of them did. It was the boy right in front of 
me, in fact. I watched him walking funny just moments before a big pile 
of poop came out of his butt and instantly formed a visible bulging 
pile of crap in his diaper, being that he was wearing a relatively thin 
diaper. As Tony and I were walking abreast, I looked over at him and I 
could barely see a small tent in the front of his diaper, being that 
the Thickies diaper obscured most of his erection's presence. Of 
course, I had an erection, too. We looked again at the boy in front of 
us.
	Several boys had already either wet, messed or done both in their 
diapers before we got too much farther. We hadn't even begun the ascent 
to the top of the mountain as we had just turned off of the lake shore 
trail. I could only imagine what everyone would be like by the time we 
got to the top of the mountain, to say nothing of the hike back. 
Hopefully we would get to stop along the way to change our diapers.
	We went up the trail as it began a steep ascent. I looked behind 
me and I could see the camp in the distance. The climb was beginning to 
get more strenuous, and I hadn't even wet or messed my diaper, at least 
not yet. As I was walking, I suddenly felt pee pouring out of me and 
soaking up my diaper all the way through the crotch and back to the 
seat. It was like a flash flood in my diaper.
	Apparently my wetting elicited Tony's bladder release. Just after 
I wet my diaper I watched the wetness stripes on the front of Tony's 
diaper turn green. His wetting was further evidenced by a yellow tint 
and some extra bulk in the crotch. It wasn't long before Bryce and 
Nathan were also in piss-soaked diapers.
	We had only been on the hike for what seemed like an hour, maybe 
an hour and a half. Many of the other boys were wanting to stop for a 
diaper change. Some of them hadn't changed at all since early this 
morning. Luckily for Tony, Nathan and I, our Thickies were holding up 
well and could take more wetting as well as some messing which was due 
to hit before too long with all the food we ate for breakfast. I 
promised that I would let Bryce wear one of my Thickies when it came 
time for us to change our diapers. Regardless of the conditions of 
everyone's diapers, we kept moving. The trail became narrower and even 
steeper yet. In fact, we had to eventually go up the trail single file. 
The same boy who had soiled his diaper a ways back was in front of me 
again. As he climbed the hill in front of me he stuck his shit-stinky 
butt in my face. Tony was right behind me, getting a close-up look at 
my behind, a sight I knew he enjoyed as much as I did when I was the 
one behind him.
	Suddenly, with little warning, my bowels went to work and 
released a load of poop into my diaper. Tony watched as the pile of wet 
turds quickly filled up the back of my diapers, barely able to tell 
from sight alone that I pooped. Mostly , he could only hear it and 
smell it as I took a shit.
	"You just shit right in my face!" Tony said.
	"I do that all the time," I said. "Remember the last time we 
played Twister?"
	"Sort of gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'shitfaced', 
doesn't it?" Tony remarked.
	Tony was next to unload his bowels, giving Bryce a faceful of 
flatulence and feces. Nathan and Bryce had soiled their diapers soon 
afterwards. Bryce's poop was sagging and weighing down his diapers and 
he kept whining about letting us stop so that he could change. When we 
reached a point on the trail where I could see the other boys ahead of 
me, there was a line of white diaper-covered butts, with many of them 
showing signs of being pooped in.
	We finally reached the top of the climb and stopped for a moment 
to take some drinks and get some sustenance from our snacks. The view 
was breathtaking! I got out my camera and took a picture of the vista. 
I also got some pictures of the other boys in their well-used diapers. 
Not a single one of us was dry, and as far as I could tell, all of us 
had pooped, too.
	"Is this it?" Bryce asked.
	"We have a ways to go still," Kevin, who was one of the 
counselors, said to him.
	"You mean we're not there yet?" one boy asked.
	"Nope," Kevin said as he pointed out the mountaintop that 
remained in the distance, albeit closer than what it appeared to be 
when we left.
	"This is the halfway point," Kevin told us. He, Troy, and the 
older boys looked around and seemed to be satisfied with the conditions 
of our diapers. The hike then continued on at this point.
	The last half of the hike seemed to take even longer than the 
first half. It was getting harder and harder for us to navigate the 
steep terrain and narrow trails with all of us wearing pee- and poop-
filled diapers. We were also becoming fatigued at this point. I 
imagined how bad it would be if we were not allowed to change at all 
and had to go back wearing the same diapers.
	I peed and pooped more and even my Thickies disposable diapers 
were starting to reach their capacity and would soon get to where they 
couldn't take it anymore. I had to feel sorry for the other boys who 
were wearing just regular diapers. It gave me sort of a superiority 
complex. No doubt it would give me a good testimony for the folks at 
CKM Products to use in a commercial if I were to appear in one. For a 
moment I began to think about whether or not any sort of notice had 
been sent to my house to let me know whether or not I was going to be 
chosen. My mind then returned to the strenuous hike.
	Having left my watch back at the cabin, I had no idea what time 
of day it was. Judging by the time we left and the position of the sun 
in the sky and the shadows of the trees, I estimated that we had been 
out for about four hours now and the time was approaching noon. I had 
only worn a disposable diaper for this long when I was in school and by 
this time I was always ready for a change. Given the amount of water I 
had consumed, had it not been for Thickies diapers I would have been in 
trouble by now. I felt like I was in trouble anyway.
	The three of us who were in Thickies diapers were faring better 
than the other boys. Many of them had started to get leaks in their 
diapers, and Bryce was no exception. I watched as some boys were 
leaving a trail of pee behind them as they hiked. Many of them had 
brown poop deposits forming around their bottoms at the leg openings of 
their diapers. The smell of pee and pooped remained around me as I was 
among so many other boys whose diapers were well beyond full. One boy's 
diaper even fell off of him as it became so heavy. He was so 
embarrassed as he stood there naked, his butt completely covered in 
shit. He asked if we could stop so that he could change, but the group 
kept moving. A few boys stayed with him for moral support, if you will, 
including Tony, Bryce, Nathan and myself. He seemed to be appreciative 
of our presence and the fact that we weren't laughing at his plight 
unlike some of the boys--most of them from the older age group-- who 
expressed amusement over this boy's situation before disappearing over 
the next crest of the treacherous trail.
	The boy took off his backpack and grabbed a diaper out of it.
	"Mind if one of us changes you?" Tony asked the boy.
	"I can do it myself," he replied. "But thanks anyway," he added 
to indicate that he appreciated the offer. He looked up at Tony and 
noted that his diaper as well as mine and Nathan's were still holding 
up and only showing minor signs of leakage.
	"What kind of diapers are those?" the hapless, naked, dirty and 
smelly boy asked the three of us who were fortunate enough to be 
wearing Thickies diapers.
	"They're called Thickies," I volunteered to answer. "I won't wear 
anything else anymore."
	"Well, they're certainly thick," the boy said as he paused for a 
breath. "They must hold a lot."
	"They do," I said. "But even now, I'm afraid mine is about to 
burst and fall off like yours did," I said.
	"Can I trade you one of your diapers for mine?" he asked. I knew 
he was desperate, but after he asked if he could wear one of the 
diapers I saw his penis go from limp to stiff when Tony offered to let 
him wear one in exchange for a diaper of his own.
	"Thanks!" the boy said as she looked over the Thickies diaper 
before trying to clean himself up on the thirty-degree slope of the 
trail. He only cleaned himself up enough to get the excess poop wiped 
off of his buttocks and out of his crotch before putting the Thickies 
diaper on himself. It was a little big on him as he was only ten or 
eleven and smaller than Tony, but he pulled the tapes tightly enough to 
get it to fit tightly and securely.
	"Thanks!" the boy said again as Tony took his hand and helped him 
to stand up.
	"Any time," Tony said. "What's your name?"
	"Richard," he said. "You can call me Rich," he said. The rest of 
us introduced ourselves.
	"We'd better get going and catch up with the others," I said. We 
put our backpacks back on and tried to run up to the top of the next 
hill, hoping that the group would have stopped and waited. The trail 
hit a straightaway and there was no sign of the rest of the group at 
all. We were stopped for at least ten minutes and had a lot of catching 
up to do. With the exception of Rich, we all had to try running as fast 
as we could with the heavy packs and wearing soggy, shit-heavy diapers.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 42
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	"Where the hell are they?" I asked. Of course this was a 
rhetorical question and I didn't really expect anyone to answer.
	"They're up that way I hope," Tony said as he pointed to the 
trail ahead of us.
	"Not too many places to go around here," Bryce commented. Given 
the narrow trail that we were on, he was right.
	"Well, come on, let's hurry; they're probably waiting for us," I 
said. It seemed that somehow everyone thought I was the leader, so I 
more or less assumed this role.
	The trail kept climbing, each turn looked the same as the last-- 
endless trees on each side, but no signs of meeting up with the rest of 
our group. Suddenly we reached a fork in the trail.
	"Shit, now where do we go?" I asked as we stopped and 
contemplated the fifty-fifty odds. We tried to figure out which of the 
two trails was likely to lead to the summit. We looked at the ground to 
see which trail appeared to have more footprints on it. While this was 
a fairly reliable indicator, we knew that the rest of the boys were on 
the trail heading to the right when we noticed that there were poop 
droppings on the ground, an indication that somebody else's diaper 
didn't hold up for the duration of the hike.
	"They had to have gone this way," I said.
	"No shit?" Richard said incredulously. "How do you know?"
	"Well, the answer in this case is 'yes shit,'" I said as I 
pointed to the ground. It was indeed, fresh poop and it had to have 
come from one of the boys. As intimately familiar as I was with my own 
poop that I put in my diapers, I was no expert in scatology, but I 
still knew that they weren't animal droppings on the ground.
	We hurried as fast as we could to try catching up with the rest 
of the group. We were surprised how much distance they had to have 
gained in the ten minutes we stopped. Everyone was starting to feel 
pooped, both in terms of fatigue and definitely in terms of in their 
diapers. I was starting to get weary. I took another drink from my 
canteen, but this only provided momentary relief. It was only going to 
wind up as pee in wherever there was room for it in my very soaked 
diaper, anyway.
	Bryce had just pooped in his diaper some more. Which proved to be 
its undoing, literally. I had watched him try to walk up the trail in 
that overloaded diaper. Never had I seen him load a diaper so much. He 
was in desperate need of a diaper change like all of us except for 
Rich. His diaper had been dripping pee and poop, and after awhile it 
buckled under the weight of its content and fell off of him!
	Bryce was embarrassed and even crying that he had lost his 
diaper. He looked just like Rich did a few minutes ago-- naked and 
very, very dirty.
	"So do we let Bryce change and fall farther behind, or do we just 
keep going and hope to catch up with the others?"
	"We'd better catch up with them; hopefully they'll send someone 
back to check on us," I said.
	"I'd like to change into a clean diaper," Bryce said.
	"Well, you're not going to be able to clean up very well, and the 
minute you put a diaper on it's going to be dirty right away since it's 
going to soak up all that poopy mess all over your butt," I said to 
him.
	"I can't believe this happened," Bryce said, trying to appear 
mature in front of the other boys with whom he wasn't very acquainted, 
but failing to do so as he shed a couple tears.
	"Could be worse," I said as I tried to comfort him. "We're up in 
the mountains, where nobody sees us, except maybe a deer, and they 
don't give a shit. It's not like you're in the middle of downtown."
	"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
	We were losing all that we may have gained in trying to catch up 
with the rest of the group and we had to get going. Bryce had to roll 
up his diaper and tote it around in his backpack as there were very 
strict regulations regarding littering along the trail. Bryce's entire 
diaper was so full of piss and shit that when he rolled it up he got 
piss and shit all over his hands. He just tossed it into the pack and 
zipped it back up. He hiked naked and dripped little pooplings behind 
him here and there while the rest of us still endured the discomfort of 
wearing overused diapers. As Bryce wasn't encumbered by this 
impediment, he was able to move ahead of us. I looked at his butt as 
the slimy poop that coated his entire backside glistened in the sun. He 
was about a hundred feet ahead of us when he shouted, "hey guys! I see 
them!"
	We all ran to catch up to him. I could feel my diaper trying to 
come off as its weight was more than what even a Thickies diaper was 
designed to carry, and had it not been for the super strong tapes that 
they use, I would have likely been bare-poopy-ass naked just like 
Bryce.
	As I looked ahead I could see a line of diapered butts that stood 
out in the shadows of the dense forest. I knew they weren't white-
tailed deer, but rather, white-tailed boys. Apparently one of them 
acknowledged us and said to the group that we were coming. With this, 
we all ran as fast as we could. In doing so, one of the other boys lost 
his diaper and had to hold it around his loins. He was leaking pee and 
poop everywhere. It was running down his legs. His socks were soaked in 
brown, juicy shit.
	Finally, we caught up with the others. By the looks of the other 
boys, they were all in desperate need of a diaper change. In fact, at 
least a dozen other boys either voluntarily took off their diapers and 
took the rest of the hike naked, or their diapers gave out on them and 
buckled under the weight and the strain of over half a day's worth of 
pee and poop. Nobody in the camp was a light wetter or messer, at least 
nobody in the hiking group was.
	"How far to the top?" one kid asked, tired and desperate for a 
diaper change as we all were.
	"It's a little ways still, but we'll be stopping soon to clean up 
and change, take a break, have something to eat," Kevin told us. He 
looked around and seemed to be satisfied that we were all so soaking 
wet and dirty. We then continued on. From where we were I could see a 
series of waterfalls in the distance, up on the next ledge, which the 
trail would lead us to.
	"That's our stopping point, boys," Troy said as he pointed to the 
waterfalls.
	"Those are hot springs up there," he explained. "We're fortunate 
for Mother Nature to have provided us a shower stall; this is where 
we'll stop and let you boys clean up and re-diaper yourselves, or each 
other, whichever your preference is. Then we'll eat some lunch, rest 
up, and then head back to the camp."
	I didn't think we'd ever reach the designated stopping point, but 
I was glad to see that we finally did. Everyone was hungry, thirsty, 
tired, and very wet and poopy. We sat down on fallen logs, rocks, 
anything that served as a seat as we all rested.
	"Congratulations, boys, you made it," Troy said to us.
	"I am such a mess!" I said to Tony.
	"I'm not exactly freshly changed myself," he said.
	"None us are," Bryce commented. Looking around at all the other 
boys who still had diapers on, their diapers couldn't have possibly 
gotten any more dirty. Everyone had a solid brown stain that spanned 
his entire diaper seat, and the fronts of everyone's diapers were 
heavily tainted and swollen in yellow urine. It really stank as the 
smells of thirty unchanged-diaper-wearing boys surrounded me.
	Even my Thickies diaper was starting to leak. I looked at Tony, 
Bryce and Nathan and their diapers were starting to show signs of 
strain as well, but at least our butts were still white for the most 
part. Because of the extra absorption capacity of our diapers, they 
were especially bulky-looking, and as heavy as they felt, I could see 
why such strong tape had to be used in order to support the weight.
	After having seen how well our diapers held up over the course of 
the hike, a lot of the boys were interested in what kind of diapers the 
three of us "Thickies" boys were wearing. Many of them took a look at 
how much thicker and higher the diapers went up on us, comparing them 
to their own diapers and wishing they were wearing what we had on. They 
commented on how much better our diapers held up than theirs did, 
acknowledging that they looked at us and noted that we didn't have as 
much leakage, to say nothing of the fact that our diapers stayed on in 
the first place.
	Some of the boys even offered to trade our Thickies diapers for 
their conventional diapers, but without any incentive to do so and that 
we were on limited supplies, we had to tell the boys that we wouldn't 
trade. The boys did ask us, however, where to get the diapers, and of 
course, Tony and I told them. Hopefully this would mean some extra 
business for Kidz Klothez the day after we got home from camp.
	After having rested up for a little bit, Mike got our attention 
and he told those of us who still had our diapers on to take them off, 
toss them in the garbage can that had been provided by the Forest 
Service for hikers to use. After this we were to then go over to the 
hot springs nearby and clean ourselves up. There was also another hot 
springs down a little ways farther that also had a large pool of warm 
water at the base of the springs. This would give us a chance to have 
some fun and go skinny dipping for a few minutes. For the sake of 
keeping the water in the pool clean, we were told to only use the 
closest springs for cleaning off and the other one for swimming in. I'm 
sure none of us would have a problem with that, lest we be swimming in 
each other's shit.
	I undid the tapes of my diaper, tearing it in the process as the 
diaper hit the ground and sprayed piss-laced shit all over mine, Tony's 
and Nathan's legs upon its impact. Tony's diaper did the same thing 
when he removed it. Our socks were sprayed with shit and we would need 
to change these as well. Tony and I carried our diapers over to the 
garbage and threw them in with the other diapers. What a vile smell 
that garbage can was! I felt sorry for whoever had the job of 
collecting the garbage along the hiking trails around here, especially 
when Camp Branson was in session.
	"Your ass is such a mess, Chris!" Tony said.
	"So is yours," I said, seeing that a solid swath of poop coated 
literally every square inch of his butt and then some. In fact, every 
single boy heading towards the hot springs was brown-butted. Nathan and 
Bryce had already walked over to the springs. I saw them standing naked 
and letting the water pour over them, cleaning them off. Tony and I 
joined them a couple minutes later. Even though the water was warm, it 
was still a very refreshing feeling after being so hot, sweaty and 
stinky for the last couple hours. As there was so much of the naturally 
heated water coming out of the rocks above, I was instantly cleaned of 
my messy bottom as was Tony. The combination of the warm water pouring 
over my body and especially my genitals, and the site of all the other 
naked, wet boys made me get an instant hard-on. I tried to avoid it, 
but I couldn't help it when my dick got stiff from such tactile and 
visual stimulation. I was relieved to see that Tony and most of the 
other boys were sporting erections, too.
	After the shower, we all decided to go down to the other springs 
and do some skinny-dipping. It felt funny to be running around outdoors 
completely naked. I wasn't even used to being naked for this long since 
I was in heavy, thick diapers all of the time except for a few minutes 
at a time during diaper changes and during showers at home. My biggest 
concern wasn't that I felt insecure about letting other boys see me 
without clothes on as much as the fact that without diapers, I could 
pee and poop at any time and I needed the protection. In fact, one boy 
started pooping while walking over to the pool. I was glad he didn't 
get in the water before this happened. I hoped that I wouldn't have an 
accident in the water in spite of the fact that it was a steady stream 
that replenished itself.
	Tony, Bryce, Nathan, Richard and I all gathered together in one 
corner of the natural swimming pool as it was. The water was only three 
feet deep where we were and it splashed down into a stream that led to 
a nearby creek. The warm water felt good and relaxing.
	Nathan suddenly jumped out of the water and stood at the edge of 
the pool. He held onto his penis and began peeing over the rocks.
	"I didn't want to piss in the water," he said. "Everybody's 
swimming in it."
	I was afraid that I would do worse than have a sudden need to 
piss, and as it turned out, I had a bowel movement while I was sitting 
there in the water. The water was clear enough to see the bottom of the 
pool-- green with moss and algae from the warm water-- until I pooped 
at which point a big, brown cloud suddenly formed around me. Everyone 
got out of the pool when they saw what I had done and stood at the 
edge, waiting for the tainted water to dissipate. By this time, we were 
told to head back to the main trail and get ourselves re-diapered for 
the hike back.
	Just as we had done back at the camp, Tony diapered me and I 
diapered Tony. As I expected, Bryce and Nathan reciprocated each 
other's diaper changing duties as well. In fact, most of the boys 
relied on another partner to change their diapers. It was either this, 
or that it was just more satisfying to let someone else handle your 
diaper change, which I certainly felt was more satisfying.
	Before we headed back to the camp, we sat around and ate our 
lunches, consisting of granola snacks and other high-protein foods. We 
even had a campfire going so that we could roast hot dogs. By this time 
everybody was rested up, diapered and ready to make the long hike back 
to the camp.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 43
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	The hike back to camp seemed longer even though most of it was 
downhill. Some of us underestimated our supplies and were out of food, 
water and diapers. Along the way we did happen upon a large group of 
girl campers who were coming up the trail, just as we had been told 
that this might happen. Being gentleboys, we all stepped to the side 
and let the girls pass through. The girls said hello and smiled. They 
all had on short shorts, but their thighs were not as exposed as ours 
were since we had no shorts on at all. Many of them giggled as they 
stared at us all standing there in our diapers. A few of them were 
grossed out when they realized how bad some of us smelled. Some of the 
boys had poop leaking out the backs of their diapers. Just to make sure 
the girls could get a good glimpse of my well-diapered butt I bent over 
to tie my shoe as they went by us, although it didn't need to be tied 
until I untied it on purpose. I estimated that there had to have been 
about fifty of these girls. I could only imagine what they would say as 
soon as one of them lifted the lid on that garbage can by the hot 
springs.
	We were all tired, sore, hungry, thirsty, sunburned, scratched 
and scraped, dirty, insect-bitten, and most of all, our diapers were in 
need of changing again and we all stank. Some of the boys didn't make 
it back with their diapers still on. The boys in the camp were quite 
amused seeing some of us returning bare naked and our butts covered 
with poop. Some of the "veteran" boys at the camp had been on the hike 
in previous years and were glad to see it happening to someone else 
instead of them. Luckily for Tony, Nathan, and me, we all had our 
Thickies diapers on us to last for the rest of the hike.
	We went down to the lake to clean ourselves up. We just simply 
stripped off our diapers and walked into the water. The water was 
already murky from mud and other sediment. We spread ourselves out so 
that everyone's poop wouldn't become too concentrated in one area. Upon 
leaving the water we put on clean diapers on and returned to the camp. 
By this time evening had set in. We had dinner and then, in the grand 
tradition of summer camps all around, we gathered around the campfire 
and roasted marshmallows and sang songs, all of us in just our diapers-
- except, of course, for Billy. Of course he insisted we sing a few 
hymns, but nobody but he knew any of the words to most of them.
	When we returned to our cabin, I was ready to lie down at last to 
relax and rest my sore and aching muscles. Tony gave me a backrub and 
then I did the same for him, which of course afforded me another chance 
to stare at his diapered butt for several minutes. I had a good feeling 
that he enjoyed looking at my diapered butt while giving me a backrub 
as well.
	After we had a chance to rest up I let the other boys read copies 
of my diaper stories that I brought along. Nathan liked the stories and 
giggled when he told us that reading them gave him a woodie. The 
stories were passed around and read by all the other boys, except, of 
course, for Billy, who read of his Scriptures instead. I didn't have a 
problem with that and I respected his reading preferences, just as long 
as he kept it to himself and minded his own business.
	After awhile the other boys got to talking about things like 
peeing and pooping in their diapers as well as jacking off and changing 
other boys' diapers, the different types of diapers that we all wore, 
the different people who changed us and dealt with our stinky butts all 
the time. In a nutshell we talked about things that were inherently 
arousing to any boy who enjoyed wearing diapers. We had a common bond 
and it put us at ease to talk about it. We talked about the scenes that 
I wrote about in the stories, and I even encouraged some of the other 
boys to try writing some stories of their own, which they planned to do 
when they got home, promising to mail me copies as they got them 
written. I sensed that I was forming some good friendships with the 
other boys, even if I would only remain in contact with them through 
mail, seeing them only once a year at the camp if they and I came back.
	Even after the lights went off for the night we continued to talk 
about diapers, making up impromptu stories and just being plain silly. 
Those of us who were old enough to do so began jerking off in our 
diapers.
	Billy remained silent up to this point. When he decided that he 
could take no more of this "vulgar and obscene" language about us 
wearing diapers, he spoke up. He told us that we were committing sin 
and that we would be punished for engaging in the "pleasures of the 
flesh", as he called it. We all blew him off and continued to tell 
dirty jokes and get away with things that we could never say in front 
of our parents. Billy, however, wasn't our parents, but he acted like 
he was trying to be.
	Jonny, who was the most outspoken in his annoyance over Billy's 
unsolicited evangelism, outright said to Billy, "shut up, or I'm going 
to shove your Bible up your ass!"
	Billy, whose strong religious devotion gave him a more peaceable 
disposition, showed no reaction to Jonny's threat. Instead, he asked 
Jonny, "have you thought about being saved yet?"
	"Yeah, I have," Jonny said. Billy's face expressed exuberance, 
albeit only briefly.
	"I hope my parents or somebody comes in here and saves me from 
going insane listening to you preach all the time!"
	"Think about it, your only way to Heaven is through Him," Billy 
said.
	"Look, I know what I believe, and I'm tired of it!" Jonny said.
	"I'll keep you in my prayers," Billy said.
	"You do that!" Jonny said. At about this time Kevin made his 
rounds and told us to quiet down. This, however, didn't signal an end 
to the day's activities.
	I had been sleeping soundly until this evening's double-helping 
of beans caught up with me. I woke up with gas pains in my stomach and 
an incredible need to fart, so, along with a good load of poop, I 
relieved myself of the pressure building up inside of me. Having put on 
the Thickies cloth diaper that Lisa was kind enough to include in my 
bag, this helped to muffle the sound, but did little for the smell, not 
that it mattered since the cabin smelled of dirty diapers and 
flatulence anyway.
	Before I could get to sleep, I heard one of the boys stirring. He 
got out of his bed and then rummaged through his stuff. I quietly sat 
up and watched. I could tell it was Jonny. I tried to figure out what 
he was doing. He went over to the corner where Billy's bed was located. 
Billy was snoring and in a deep sleep. Jonny slowly pulled back the 
covers that were on top of Billy. At first I thought he was going to 
scare Billy awake or do something to stop his infernal snoring, but 
whatever he was doing, he was very stealthy and quiet about it. A 
couple minutes later I realized that Jonny had successfully removed 
Billy's sweat pants without waking him! Apparently Billy was a very 
sound sleeper, and with this, the successful removal of Billy's sweat 
pants left him to lie in his bed wearing only his diaper, just like the 
rest of us were.
	I was silently cheering Jonny, amazed that he could pull off such 
a stunt, literally "pull off." I was glad to see that justice was being 
served, and hopefully Billy would cease his preaching to the rest of us 
after this. I continued to watch Jonny as he groped around the floor 
apparently looking for Jonny's shorts.
	I was too excited to go back to sleep, so I decided to offer some 
help. I reached underneath my bed and grabbed my flashlight and then I 
got up. I slowly walked over to Jonny. My Thickies cloth diaper helped 
to silence the disposable diaper that I was wearing underneath. When 
Jonny heard the floor creak, he knew that I was up.
	"Want some help?" I whispered to Jonny. I then handed him the 
flashlight so he could find what he was after.
	"Thanks," he said in the quietest whisper possible.
	Without saying a word, we both crouched down to the floor and 
shone the flashlight underneath Billy's bed where he would not detect 
its beam. We found his shorts and I grabbed them while Jonny wielded 
the flashlight. He then directed the light over to Billy's backpack, 
indicating that he wanted to get any other shorts that Billy had with 
him. While Jonny shone the light on his backpack, I rummaged through 
it, moving several notebooks full of Billy's scripture notes out of the 
way to uncover one other pairs of shorts, as well as his socks. I left 
the socks behind, but the shorts were going with us. I wasn't sure what 
Jonny had in mind, but I knew that his intentions were to get back at 
Billy, seeing that modesty was Billy's greatest weakness.
	With two pairs of Billy's shorts in my hand and with his sweats 
and my flashlight in Jonny's hands, Jonny turned off the flashlight and 
headed towards the door. So far, so good. We were as quiet as a mouse, 
assuming that mice didn't fart. The silence was broken when I let out a 
long, sustained fart along with more runny poop. My Thickies cloth 
diaper could only do so much to mute my farts.
	"Dammit!" I thought. "Now Billy's gonna wake up and catch us!"
	While Billy remained asleep, Tony and Bryce were awakened by my 
butt blast as my rear end was right above them. Vic was also awakened. 
Jonny shone the flashlight into Vic's face. Vic shielded his eyes from 
the beam.
	"What are you guys doing?" Vic asked.
	"Shh!" Jonny shushed Vic. He then silently gestured to Vic, Tony 
and Bryce to stay put and to be quiet. Jonny and I stood at the door. 
If opened slowly, it would squeak loudly, so Jonny grabbed hold of the 
knob and swiftly swung the door all the way open. Jonny then told me to 
stay put a moment as he went back into the cabin and went over to Tony.
	"If Billy wakes up and realizes his pants are missing, don't tell 
him a thing, okay?" Jonny said as he whispered to Tony.
	"Okay," Tony said, trying not to laugh.
	We were finally out of the cabin, ready to do whatever Jonny had 
in mind. We had to speak very softly as we didn't want to wake anyone 
in the other cabins. We kept our mouths quiet, but both of us were 
still passing gas from the beans and our butts were doing more talking 
than we would have liked.
	"Keep it down!" Jonny said as I blasted a fart that covered an 
entire octave over two seconds.
	"Sorry, can I help it if I got the farts?" I said as I let out 
another fart, albeit shorter and quieter, but just as smelly.
	We walked through the camp in the dark, trying to keep quiet as 
we listened to the crickets chirping and the crinkling sounds of our 
diapers, though of course, my diaper made less noise with the Thickies 
cloth diaper over the disposable. The moon was past its full stage but 
it still gave us enough light to see where we were going without the 
flashlight. Our white diapers allowed us to see where each of us was in 
the moonlight.
	We walked away from the cabins and past the main facilities 
building, over to the driveway that led out of the camp. At the end of 
the driveway was the flagpole, only that it had no flag.
	"Aww, not the flagpole!" I said, trying to suppress his laughter. 
"That is so clich�!"
	"It's still funny," Jonny said. "Besides, just think of how Billy 
will react when he finds out that he has nothing to wear over his 
diapers!"
	We were both laughing at this point. Apparently Jonny had raised 
a few flags in his time as he knew what he was doing when he attached 
Billy's sweatpants to the rope while I held my flashlight and shone it 
so he could see what he was doing. With the gibbous moon in front of us 
we saw the silhouette of Billy's sweatpants against the night sky 
heading up to about thirty feet in the air. A light wind made the pants 
legs flap around a little.
	We were barely able to contain our laughter as we watched two 
sets of pants legs waving in the wind. We were farting and shitting our 
diapers as we gathered around the flagpole and looked at Billy's pants 
so high above us.
	"It won't last long, since someone's gonna take them down when 
they see them," I said.
	"I've got that taken care of, too," Jonny said as he took a key 
from the base of the flagpole and held it up.
	"They left the key in here!" Jonny said. "How conveen-nient!" he 
added, imitating the voice of the Church Lady from Saturday Night Live, 
ironic, as it was the Church Boy we were dealing with.
	"Well isn't that special!" I said, also imitating the same 
character's voice.
	"Hey, that's not bad!" Jonny remarked.
	"Thanks," I said. "What are you going to do with the key?" I 
asked Jonny.
	"Well, since nobody's diapers have any pockets, I guess we'll 
have to use the pocket on Billy's other shorts," he said. He took both 
of the pairs I was holding and he stuck the key in the pocket of one of 
them.
	"Where are we going now?" I asked.
	"Follow me," Jonny said. "And don't say a word!"
	P-T-T-H-H-H-H! Out came another fart through my diapers.
	"That goes for your butt, too," he added.
	He led me back over to the cabins. We went to a cabin where some 
of the older boys were sleeping. I was wondering what Jonny was 
thinking, but I didn't want to get caught, and thus I maintained 
silence. Jonny told me to stay at a distance while he went up to the 
cabin. I stood and watched as he took both pairs of shorts and then, he 
suddenly opened the door to the cabin, tossed both pairs inside and 
then shut the door. He then started running back to me where we were 
out of earshot of the other boys sleeping.
	"Okay, back to the cabin, but don't run," Jonny said.
	"Why not?" I asked, thinking at this point this was the only 
sensible thing to do.
	"If you run, then you'll be huffing and puffing when you get back 
to our cabin, and Billy might hear us come back in," Jonny explained.
	"Oh yeah, good thinking," I said. "How do you know to do all 
this?" I asked Jonny.
	"Because I did it at another camp one time," he said. "This kid 
was making fun of me for wearing diapers, so I did the same thing, only 
that I didn't have to take his pants off in his sleep. Best of all 
somebody else got blamed for it!"
	I figured it out. Jonny had planned it so that the kids from the 
other cabin would look like they were responsible as Billy's shorts 
would be in the cabin along with the key to the flagpole.
	"So why them?" I asked. "What did they do?"
	"A couple of the kids in there are assholes," Jonny said. "Two of 
them go to my school and they're real pricks. They think they're so 
cool because they're going on the football team next year. They told me 
that if I ever tell anyone that they wear diapers, they'll kick the 
crap out of me, never mind the fact that they tell everyone at school 
that I wear diapers."
	"I thought all diaper wearers were cool," I said.
	"There's always a few assholes in any group," Jonny said. "I also 
found out that one of the kids in there is also going around the camp 
preaching to people and shit," Jonny added.
	"Sounds like he and Billy ought to get together," I said.
	"Actually, here's the best part," Jonny said. He paused for a 
moment as he tried to stifle his laughter.
	"He and Billy are with different churches, and they're competing 
against each other, trying to see who can win over the most converts!"
	"This will be good!" I said.
	Jonny and I laughed some more about what we had done, and then we 
quietly returned to the cabin and got back into our beds. Billy never 
suspected a thing, that is, until morning.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 44
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	I couldn't wait until Billy woke up to discover that his sweat 
pants were missing from his body, and missing altogether. It wasn't 
long before I heard him stirring to a rude awakening.
	"What?" I heard him exclaim as he threw back the covers. In my 
imagination I pictured him looking down at his bare legs and his 
presumably wet diaper. He was panicking. "My pants! My pants! What 
happened to my pants?!"
	I didn't have the best view, so I couldn't see what was happening 
without drawing too much attention to myself. Nathan was able to see 
everything, so according to his account of what he had observed, Billy 
threw the covers off the bed and looked all around his mattress for his 
sweat pants, ignoring the fact that he was fully exposing his diapers 
to everyone who was awake to see it, and by that time, with all the 
noise Billy was making, everyone was awake.
	As Billy was preoccupied, he didn't see us all laughing at his 
pantlessness predicament and trying to keep ourselves quiet. He had 
gotten up from his bed. He wrapped the sheets around him he lifted his 
mattress, and then looked underneath the bed.
	"All right!" he demanded. "Who did it?"
	"Did what?" Vic asked innocently.
	"Somebody took my pants off of me in my sleep last night!" Billy 
stated angrily. It was taking everything I had to keep from bursting 
into a fit of hysterical cackling. Jonny was snickering, too, also 
barely able to contain his amusement.
	By this time we were all sitting up and awake. Billy was looking 
at every one of us. I managed to keep a straight face, perhaps because 
I was so fearful of getting caught.
	"Now come on, I know it was one of you guys!" Billy yelled.
	"Can you prove it?" Jake asked.
	"I will," he said. "Who else would have done it?"
	"Maybe it was some kid from another cabin," Jonny said.
	"It *had* to have been one of *you* guys!" Billy insisted. "Who 
did it?! I wanna know who! Right now!"
	"I dunno."
	"Don't look at me."
	"You got me."
	"Was not I."
	"Wasn't me."
	"Me, neither."
	"Beats the hell out of me!" Tony said, knowing that Billy would 
take offense to this word.
	"Don't say that word," Billy admonished Tony.
	"Beats the *heck* out of me!" Tony said in a sarcastic way, which 
he then followed by doing a mock jerking-off motion with his hand above 
his diaper.
	"I want to know who did this!" Billy demanded again.
	"Fuck if I know," I said deliberately, as I let out a little 
snicker.
	"You did it, Chris!" Billy said as he pointed right at me.
	"No I didn't!" I said adamantly, resenting his sudden accusation.
	"You were the last one to deny it," he said.
	"That doesn't mean shit," I said. Err, excuse me, it doesn't mean 
*poop!* Besides, I was the last one you *asked!*"
	"Then why were you laughing?" Billy asked me, as if I were on the 
witness stand. This got the other boys laughing, too, thus making Jonny 
and me appear less culpable.
	"Remember, the Bible says, "Thou shalt not bear false witness!'" 
Billy said.
	"Okay, then by telling us that we should not lie, by *you* 
accusing *me* of doing it, you are, in essence, lying yourself, Billy; 
or, as you prefer to say it, bearing false witness." I said this ever 
so eloquently, much to the approval of the other boys. While I was an 
accomplice, I didn't really do it, thus logically freeing myself from 
blame.
	"I'm going to find out, and when I do, I will make sure whoever 
it is will be punished for it," he said.
	"Ooohh," a couple of the boys said.
	Billy resigned himself to the fact that he had nothing at all to 
wear over his diaper. Everybody had seen that the diaper was all Billy 
was wearing, not to mention that it sagged in the rear from wetness as 
well as poop. Taking leave of his modesty, Billy bent down and gave us 
an impressive view of his poop-filled diaper-butt. He rummaged through 
his bag, presumably to get his shorts. We knew it wouldn't be long 
before he raised hell, err, uhh, I mean raised heck, over this.
	"Darn it!" Billy said as he threw his bag to the floor. This was 
the closest any of us had ever heard him come to actually swearing.
	"My shorts are missing, too!" he said. "Why did you guys do this 
to me?"
	"Who says *we* did it?" Jonny asked him. "And if one of us did, 
then it serves you right!"
	"Yeah, we're tired of you preaching to us all the time!" Nathan 
said.
	"Do you guys not believe in God?" Billy asked, almost crying.
	"Yeah, of course we do...well, at least I do," I said.
	"You don't set a very good example," Billy said. "You swear, and 
you talk about vulgar things."
	"Shit, Billy, we all swear and talk about dirty and nasty things, 
like how big and thick white diapers covering my butt and my crotch and 
my stomach make me want to masturbate when I think about how I look in 
them and how other boys look in them, and how good they feel padding me 
up so much, and how messy I like to make my diapers, how I like it when 
my stinky, smelly shit runs all over my butt and up my crotch past my 
balls and around my hard dick while I'm jacking off in my wet and shit-
filled diaper, so that my two sisters can clean it all up when I'm done 
and ready for them," I said, having gotten carried away with making my 
point. "It's a natural function of the human body, as is the desire to 
jerk off, and God made our bodies do these very things for a purpose, 
so what's wrong with having some fun and talking about it?"
	"He didn't intend us to derive pleasure from these things," Billy 
said. He then continued on and began preaching.
	"You don't understand, Chris. Being a Christian, and being a 
believer doesn't just mean not doing certain things, especially the 
activities you seem to indulge in, and indulgence is actually several 
sins. I might add. It's greed, lust and gluttony, all in one. But it's 
not just that, Chris. It means practicing your faith-- going to church, 
reading the Bible, praying-- when was the last time you did any of 
this?"
	"Why does it matter to you?" I asked Billy. "I'm happy with who I 
am. I'm a diaper-crazed boy and I'm fucking damn proud of it. If anyone 
doesn't like it then can kiss my poop-smothered diapered-up ass and eat 
my shit-filled diapers!"
	Billy looked at me in stunned astonishment. After a few seconds I 
asked him, "now why does it matter to you that this is how I am?"
	"Because I really think you can do much better to serve our 
Lord," he said.
	"Look, Billy, I know I don't do all that church stuff, but that's 
just me, sorry. "I just don't like it when guys like you try to make a 
big thing out of it."
	"Well, it *is* a big thing!" Billy said defensively.
	"Well, then have some respect for the rest of us!" I said. "If we 
don't want to hear you preach, then take a hint and back off!"
	"Then you have some respect for me, which includes the language 
you use around me. So you're a diaper-crazed boy. You make a big deal 
out of this, too, you act like you worship your diapers, you idolize 
them, and I don't like it one bit."
	"Okay, then we're even! I'll lay off the diaper talk around you, 
and you can lay off the preaching, deal?"
	A moment of silence passed as Billy and I stared at each other. 
The silence was unbearable, broken only by the wind blowing through the 
trees, so I had to say something.
	"Which of us do you think is more popular here, Billy? In other 
words, do you think these boys would rather listen to me talk about 
diapers, or listen to you talk about religion? What do you think they 
came here for? I'd say let's take a vote."
	With this, I asked the boys to raise their hands on which of us 
they would rather listen to. The "vote" was unanimously in my favor, 
not that I had my doubts. Billy realized that he had nothing else to 
say in regards to this matter. He still didn't agree to my proposed 
truce, so instead he just changed the subject.
	"Let's find my pants, they're maroon-colored," he said.
	Everybody looked underneath their beds, knowing full well that 
they would not find Billy's sweat pants anywhere.
	"They're not here, I'm telling you," Craig said. Billy looked out 
the windows to see if they had been tossed outside, but of course I 
knew this wasn't the case.
	"Look, somebody else could have come in here last night and taken 
them," Nathan said.
	"Oh right, like somebody just came in here and found my bag, dug 
through it, then found my shorts, then took off my pants, and walked 
out with them," Billy said.
	"Well, you know, I did hear the door open last night," Vic said. 
It was true. The door *did*, in fact, open last night, just that we 
weren't about to say who it was.
	"Did you see who it was?" Billy asked Vic.
	"No," he said.
	"Did any of you guys get up overnight?" Billy asked.
	"What for?" Aaron asked. "To take a piss? Yeah right, I don't 
think so, considering we all wear diapers," he said.
	"Maybe somebody heard a bear," Craig said.
	"And you brought your shotgun, too, just in case, right?" Billy 
said sarcastically.
	"Okay, so maybe it wasn't one of you," Billy said in resignation. 
"But I'm going to search under everyone's bed and under everyone's 
mattress and I am going to check every one of your bags, too," he said.
	"Go right ahead," I said confidently as I tossed him my bag. He 
looked through it, and very thoroughly, too. He stopped for a moment 
and grabbed one of my diaper stories and started reading it.
	"Oh, so you *do* like my stories, eh?" I said. What a damn 
hypocrite, I thought to myself.
	"No! I don't!" he said as he tore the page.
	"Hey! Don't you go destroying my stuff, asshole!" I said as I 
charged towards him. I pushed him off the bed and wrestled with him on 
the floor.
	"This is evil!" he said. "This kind of vile, perverted trash is 
the work of the devil!" he said.
	"Well, so is you destroying *my* property!" I said as I snatched 
my bag back from him as well as the story pages that hadn't been ripped 
yet. I had a big, gassy fart already loaded in the chamber, so to 
speak, so when I turned around I stuck my butt towards him while he was 
still on the floor and I gave him a little taste, or shall I say a 
smell, of what I thought of him. The other boys thought this was funny. 
My fart came out really wet and juicy as my diaper was already loaded 
up with shit that the fart had to penetrate through.
	At this point, Kevin came by to wake us up, but upon peeking in 
and seeing that we were already awake, he just kept going to the next 
cabin.
	"Wait! Kevin! Come back here!" Billy shouted, trying to get his 
attention, but he was already out of earshot. At this time we decided 
to change our diapers. While we were busy with doing this Billy 
continued looking throughout the cabin, asking to check all of our 
bags. He figured anyone who was guilty would not let him see the 
contents of bag, but everyone compliantly let him look, only for him to 
turn up nothing.
	"What happened to my shorts? My pants?!" Billy cried again.
	Jonny and I did all we could to keep from laughing and blowing 
our cover. By this time we were all dressed in clean diapers and T-
shirts and the garbage can was full of wet and soiled diapers as it 
always was in the mornings. A few flies were already swarming around 
and feasting upon the succulent morsels of our bodily wastes. Billy was 
still wearing his old diaper, however, as he was still trying to find 
his clothes.
	"You'd better change your diaper, Billy," Jake said, noting that 
his diaper was very well used. "Breakfast will be ready soon, if it 
isn't now."
	At this point we all decided to head out of the cabin and walk 
over to the mess hall, leaving Billy behind.
	"Hey guys!" Billy said. "Can I borrow some pants or shorts from 
someone?" he shouted at us. We all decided to keep going towards the 
mess hall without turning back to offer Billy any help. By the time we 
got to the mess hall and were seated for breakfast, Billy was still 
nowhere to be seen.
	"Where's Billy?" Kevin asked us.
	"Back at the cabin still, I guess," Craig said. Kevin then left 
to go check on him. The headmaster of the camp then spoke to us as a 
group as he always did in the morning to tell us what things we would 
be doing that day. This time, however, he had other things to say 
first. Jonny and I and the rest of us who shared the same cabin knew 
what it was about before he said anything, but of course we all kept 
quiet about it, especially as he was holding Billy's sweat pants.
	"This morning I found that someone's sweat pants had been run up 
the flagpole," he opened as he held up the evidence in question. 
Everybody laughed as expected. The headmaster continued after the 
laughter had died down.
	"I don't know which one of you did this, but if we find out who 
is responsible, then you will be dealt with accordingly," he said. "And 
we will leave it to your counselor to decide how to handle the 
situation. We are here to have fun and to get to know one another 
through your common bond, being that all of you wear diapers. Let's 
have some respect for other people's property, okay?"
	After the other daily announcements were made, we went into the 
line to get breakfast. The line extended back towards the main office 
of the camp, which was where the lost and found was also located. While 
Tony and I were standing there, we saw Kevin escorting Billy to the 
lost and found. Billy had apparently changed his diaper since his butt 
wasn't sagging now. He looked highly embarrassed as he had to appear 
before the rest of the boys in the camp in just his diapers for the 
first time. I tried not to appear too conspicuous as I listened in on 
the dialog between Billy and Kevin.
	"My shorts!" Billy exclaimed. With delight, he put them on right 
away, thus making his diapered appearance before the rest of us short-
lived. He picked up the other pair and began folding it when suddenly, 
a gentle metallic clanging was heard coming from the concrete floor. It 
was the key to the flagpole.
	"What's this?" Billy asked as he picked the key up. "How did that 
get in my pocket?"
	"I don't know how it got there, but I do know that it's the key 
to the flagpole," Kevin said as he took the key from Billy's hand. 
"I'll go find out who turned your shorts in."
	After Tony and I had gotten our trays filled, we went to sit down 
to eat with the other boys from our cabin. While we were sitting there 
eating our greasy food, we saw Billy still walking around with Kevin as 
they went up to the camp headmaster.
	"Do you know where these shorts had been found?" Kevin asked the 
headmaster.
	"Yeah, a counselor from cabin number five turned them in this 
morning," the headmaster said.
	"These also belong to Billy. He thinks someone came into their 
cabin and took his shorts and got a hold of his pants and then ran them 
up the flagpole."
	A moment later, the headmaster called everyone's attention again.
	"Can I have all the boys from cabin number five meet with me 
outside," he said. He told them to finish what they had on their trays 
and then meet with him afterwards. The rest of the boys were also 
curious about this, so we all hung around to find out what was going to 
happen to the "culprits". Cabin number five was where Jonny had dropped 
off Billy's shorts with the flagpole key, the same cabin where the 
other "holy roller" was sleeping in as well as the two boys who were on 
Jonny's shitlist.
	Billy was standing at the headmaster's side as he spoke to the 
ten boys from the cabin in question. The head counselor from cabin five 
was also standing with him.
	"Billy's shorts were found in your cabin, and along with his 
shorts was the key to the flagpole, the same flagpole-- the only 
flagpole, in fact-- on which Billy's sweat pants were also found. I'd 
advise that whoever it is among your group to confess now and save your 
innocent cabin mates some trouble. Otherwise, all of you will be 
involved in what's to come."
	Suddenly everyone became silent. Nobody was stepping forward to 
confess. The ten boys whom were brought to the headmaster's attention 
all looked at each other, confused, wondering who was the guilty one 
among them.
	"All right, seeing that nobody is willing to come forward, it 
looks like all of you will be spending the day at camp without diapers, 
as per your counselor."
	"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" one kid said. "What are we supposed 
to wear?"
	"Well, since this is a diaper camp, we sometimes get a few boys 
here who don't think they have to wear diapers here all the time and 
they show up wearing underwear. We confiscate their underpants, and 
after two weeks of being in diapers, these boys don't bother trying to 
get their underwear back, so it winds up in the lost and found. We have 
amassed quite a collection that serves us well in times such as these 
when there are troublemakers among us."
	"We're going to be wearing underwear?" one kid asked.
	"I'm afraid so," their counselor said unsympathetically. He 
appeared to have a real attitude problem anyway and it made me glad he 
wasn't my counselor.
	"I'll give you boys ten seconds for someone in your group to take 
this final chance to come forward and confess in case you don't want to 
bear the wrath of your cabin mates later on."
	Nobody said a word. I was beginning to feel guilty for having 
even joined Jonny in his stunt at all, but I wasn't one to incriminate 
myself, either.
	"Very well, take off your diapers, all of you," he said.
	"Just them, right?" one kid from another cabin asked, worried 
that he had to take his diaper off, too.
	"I'm only concerned with the boys in cabin five," he said.
	The boys reluctantly removed their diapers in front of the rest 
of us. A couple of them had pooped their diapers, as this was indicated 
by the brown swaths in their diapers as well as the mess that covered 
their behinds. Other boys had simply wet their diapers, and some had 
apparently wasted a good diaper that never got used before being taken 
off. A couple minutes later there were ten boys naked from the waist 
down standing in front of the large group. I could tell that the other 
holy roller was very embarrassed as he cupped his hands over his 
genitals.
	The headmaster returned with a box full of old boys' underpants. 
He dumped them out on the ground. The boys were told to pick a pair 
that would fit them. As most of these boys had likely never worn 
regular underwear in awhile if at all, they probably had no idea what 
size to wear. All I remember from my underwear days was that I had some 
size 8's as well as 10's that I would wear over the 8's whenever I 
tried to make a diaper out of several pairs of my underpants. I figured 
that if I were wearing underwear today a size 12 or 14 would do, but I 
haven't had to think about that for three and a half years now.
	"We got all sizes here," their counselor said. "Some of them 
don't have labels on them, and they're all plain white-- sort of. In 
other words, don't go looking for any Barney or Ninja Turtle undies, 
cause we ain't got none of those. Oh, and don't bother looking for any 
that aren't already stained. You're all boys, and you know how good 
even the most toilet trained of boys are when it comes to keeping their 
underwear clean."
	"We can't wear these!" one of the boys complained. "We'll leak 
all over!"
	"That's the idea," their counselor said. "This is what happens 
when you break the rules of self-conduct around here."
	"We didn't do anything! Honest!" one of the boys whined, but his 
pleas for clemency were in vain.
	"Then the guilty party in your group should have confessed-- too 
late for that now."
	I could plainly see two of the boys who were still naked and both 
of whom badly needed someone to wipe their butts. I was excited by the 
sight of this. These boys were trying to clean themselves up.
	"If you need a change, don't worry about it. It won't make any 
difference, since all of you should be a big and smelly mess by the 
time we reach the top of the mountain," their counselor said.
	"What? You mean we're going on a hike like this?" one of the more 
obnoxious boys protested. "Like this?" He tugged at the waistband of 
the underwear he just put on. His poop was wet and I could see that it 
had soaked into the seat of his briefs.
	"Yep!" the counselor said. "If you're worried about peeing or 
pooping on the trail, just remember, the animals do it that way, too. 
Anyone else who wants to come along is welcome to do so pending 
approval of your counselor. At least you'll get to wear your diapers 
and bring along some changes if you do go. Just don't be giving them to 
anyone, and don't accept any bribes from them, either."
	"That's one of them," Jonny quietly said to me as he pointed out 
the kid who was putting up such a fuss. "I didn't think it would lead 
to this, but I'm glad that it has!"
	"Billy still got off scot-free, though I was hoping he'd get 
busted somehow," I said. At least we got the satisfaction of 
embarrassing him, though.
	"You wanna go on the hike?" I asked Jonny.
	"Hell yeah! I want to watch Sean suffer!"
	"Did you say his name was Sean?" I asked Jonny.
	"Yeah, why?"
	"I know a Sean and I hate his guts, too," I told Jonny. "What's 
the other one's name-- Travis?"
	"Close, his name's Trevor," Jonny said.
	"Really?" I said, feeling astonished that the other boy had such 
a similar name.
	"Why did you think his name was Travis?" Jonny asked me.
	"Because every Sean and every Travis I have known has been a real 
rotten shithead to me," I said. We walked around to find Kevin to see 
if he would allow us to join the hike with the boys from cabin number 
five. In the meantime I watched the boys sifting through the pile of 
underwear. There were still several more pairs in the pile. I observed 
one boy grabbing several other pairs of underpants and he started 
putting them on over his other underwear, thus making a diaper out of 
them. It was the first time I had watched another boy do this. It made 
me feel glad that I was not the only one to have done this. It brought 
back some fond memories of the days before I got put into real diapers. 
He was up to nine pairs, I counted.
	"Ahh ahh ahh! That's cheating!" his counselor said as he went 
behind the boy and grabbed every waistband of his underpants and then 
let them snap back one at a time. "You can only wear *one* pair!" With 
this, he was told to take the extra briefs off and wear just the first 
pair he had put on. I had to turn my back as I began laughing so hard.
	By the time they were all out of their diapers and in underwear, 
they were ready to go. We had since then located Kevin, who said that 
we could go on the hike. He ensured that we all had the right supplies 
and adequate amounts food and water. Jonny, Nathan, Bryce and Vic 
joined us, too. The other five wanted to stay at camp and play sports. 
All five of us admitted to each other that we all sucked at sports. 
This hike was sure to have its entertainment value, if nothing else.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 45
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	The hiking excursion had begun. We took a different trail this 
time than the one before, so this would prove to be a new adventure for 
us all. As Tony, Bryce and the others went along, we enjoyed the fact 
that we all had nice, thick diapers on to keep our pee and poop in 
place until the next diaper change, which we hoped would occur sooner 
than last time we went hiking. We had brought several changes since we 
had no idea how long this hike would go. As for the boys from cabin 
number five, they weren't as fortunate in being padded up and protected 
for their bodily emissions. In front of me I looked at the other boys' 
butts, seeing how their rear ends were thinly sheathed only by a very 
insubstantial layer of cotton. I was watching and waiting for someone 
to shit his briefs, and it wasn't too long before we had our first 
casualty. It was the boy right in front of me, in fact. I watched him 
walking funny just moments before a big pile of poop came out of his 
butt. It instantly formed a bulging pile of crap in his underwear, its 
weight causing it to sag down and show the top of his butt crack, as 
the pair he was wearing was slightly too loose for him. As Tony and I 
were walking I looked over at him and I could see a tent in the front 
of his disposable diaper, and of course, I had one in mine, too. We 
looked again at the boy in front of us. The once dingy white fabric on 
the seat of his briefs was now stained brown and the poop had spread 
all over his butt. He stopped and took the briefs off to shake the poop 
out of them and then put them back on.
	I could tell that some of the boys ahead of us had wet in their 
briefs as I could see a few trails of dripped pee in the dirt. Moments 
later another boy pooped his briefs. Unlike the boy ahead of us who had 
solid turds, this boy had soft and runny poop, causing him to flood his 
underpants and soak the entire seat. It was easy to see how much all of 
the boys here at the camp really needed to wear diapers.
	"I wish I had some diapers to wear," he complained. As much as I 
wanted to offer him one of my diapers, I knew that his counselor would 
not approve of me doing this. I still felt kind of bad that because of 
what Jonny and I did last night, that he and some other innocent boys 
were all brought into this thing together.
	Later on several more boys had made a mess of their briefs. In 
fact, only two of the ten boys from the cabin had not yet made any sort 
of mess in their underpants. As we had a long ways to go still, we were 
very well assured that we would see the two holdouts filling their 
briefs full of shit before too long, and before we reached the halfway 
point, they had joined the ranks of the other eight boys, having earned 
their "brown badges", so to speak.
	Jonny was getting a great deal of satisfaction from seeing that 
the other "holy roller" in the camp was having to go hiking through the 
woods without a sufficient amount of fabric on him. He didn't appear to 
be as obnoxious nor as pushy as Billy, but from what Jonny told me he 
was just as persistent in making sure people got his message and would 
hopefully join his church, even if it meant leaving behind their 
existing affiliations.
	Jonny told me more things about Sean and Trevor, his arch-nemeses 
from his school who turned out to be diaper-wearers themselves, but 
were too "studly" to ever let anyone else know about it. He enjoyed 
watching the boys suffering by having wet and soiled underpants on. He 
liked seeing that they were subdued by being forced to walk through the 
woods while peeing and pooping all over the place uncontrollably. While 
I didn't know the boys myself, just knowing that they were bad guys 
made it more satisfying to see that they were in such a situation. It 
made me wish the Sean that I knew as well as Travis could have been 
subjected to such treatment.
	Jonny, Tony and I all got to talking about our enemies and what 
they did to make us hate them. I told Jonny about Sean and Travis and 
how they had picked on Tony and me constantly for wearing diapers.
	"So do Trevor and Sean," Jonny said. "What hypocrites, being that 
they wear diapers, too."
	I thought that it was rather odd that a person who also wore 
diapers could still be disagreeable and a total asshole. I was under 
this impression that all boys who wore diapers were cool, that their 
personalities were somehow a better match to kids like myself.
	"Is there anyone else from your school who wears diapers, that 
you like, that is?" I asked Jonny.
	"I thought I was the only one. There was this one other kid, but 
he moved away at the end of the year," Jonny said with lament. "I was 
too afraid to go up to him and talk to him. I would have been 
disappointed anyway when I found out that he was moving had I become 
friends with him."
	By the time we reached a stopping point, the boys without diapers 
were sent down to a creek to wash themselves up as well as their 
underpants, all of which had become soaked with urine and were very 
much tainted in the rear with poop stains. It was funny to watch ten 
naked boys all standing in the shallow creek scrubbing their poop-
covered butts clean and trying in vain to get their soiled underwear 
clean as well. Their counselor was standing there on the shore to 
supervise them. Even funnier was the fact that the boys had to hang 
their underwear to dry on a rope that had been brought along for this 
very purpose, leaving the boys naked as they returned to the trail and 
waited while they ate lunch in the buff.
	In the meantime, those of us who went along with the boys from 
cabin five were allowed to change our diapers. I decided to change 
Jonny's diaper for him this time. I then reciprocated and changed his 
diaper for him. Tony and Nathan changed each other's diapers, as did 
Bryce and Vic. By the time we were done we had six wet and soiled 
diapers to dispose of.
	Just to be funny, Jonny held up the used diapers and offered them 
to Trevor and Sean, seeing that they didn't have any diapers-- or any 
thing else, for that matter-- to wear.
	"Shut up, Jonny," Trevor said as he walked past him.
	After the six of us changed our diapers we convened away from the 
other boys and sat around a large, flat, level rock with some logs 
rolled up to it, apparently set up by other hikers to serve as a picnic 
table. While we ate our lunch we listened to the boys whining about the 
treatment that they were all getting.
	"You mean, we have to stand here totally naked now?" one of the 
kids said to the counselor, apparently feeling modest about his lack of 
cover.
	"That's what it looks like, boys, at least for you guys," their 
counselor said. "I could make you guys hike the rest of the way and 
back naked, too," he added.
	"Why do we all have to do this anyway, just because one of us 
supposedly ran that one kid's pants up the flagpole and stole his 
shorts?"
	"Because none of you would confess to doing it," their counselor 
said.
	"Maybe it wasn't any one of us at all!" one kid said. "It could 
have been someone from another cabin!"
	"Uh oh," I said as I felt my stomach drop. I looked over at 
Jonny, and he had the same look of concern on his face. We were afraid 
that they had figured that someone outside of their cabin did it. Of 
course, they didn't have to know that it was Jonny and me.
	"Well, the shorts were in your cabin, and they had the key to the 
flagpole in them, so it's pretty obvious that one of you had to have 
done it," the counselor said.
	As Trevor had the disposition of being obnoxious, the other kids 
all thought that either he or Sean were the culprits.
	"Whadaya lookin' at *me* for?" Trevor said defensively and 
angrily. "I didn't do it, goddammit!"
	"Don't use the Lord's name in vain," the "holy roller" kid 
admonished Trevor.
	"Fuck you, I can say whatever the hell I want!" Trevor said back 
to the boy, who backed away, feeling intimidated. The boy then walked 
away and went down the embankment off the trail to get away from 
everyone. Tony and I watched as he went over to a tree at the bottom of 
the slope to pray.
	After a few seconds, Trevor and Sean went over to him and started 
harassing him about being a Bible thumper. They also thought that he 
was the one who had taken Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole, 
being that they were each from different religious affiliations with 
opposing beliefs.
	"We're tired of you fucking preaching to us, Matthew!" Trevor 
said. "We're fucking tired of it!" At least now I knew the other boy's 
name, which was clearly a biblical name.
	"And we think you're the one who got us into this shit, too!" 
Sean said.
	"Well, it wasn't me," Matthew said.
	"Liar!"
	"I am not a liar. The Bible says--"
	"If I hear the word 'Bible' one more time, I'm going to shove it 
up your ass sideways and then cram it down your throat after you shit 
it out!" Trevor threatened. Matthew then started crying.
	"What are you, some fucking crybaby?" Trevor said. At this point, 
Trevor shoved Matthew to the ground. Matthew tried to defend himself, 
but Trevor was too big for him. Sean then joined him and soon, the both 
had Matthew pinned to the ground. They started hitting him, throwing 
dirt in his face and calling him names. Trevor then started peeing on 
the boy, making urine-laced mud from the dirt that was all over his 
body. The other boys and the counselor had gone down to the creek again 
on the other side of the trail to splash around in the water, oblivious 
to what was happening across the trail from them.
	"They're kicking the crap out of that poor kid!" Tony said. 
"We've gotta stop them!"
	Tony decided to be a hero and see if he could get Trevor and Sean 
to lay off of Matthew. Jonny then joined him. I decided to go tell the 
counselor about the situation, so I went the other direction and went 
down to the creek. I brought the counselor back over to the other side 
of the trail. From where we were standing we could see Matthew lying on 
the ground. Meanwhile, Trevor and Sean were now confronting Tony and 
Jonny.
	"Well lookee what we have here!" Trevor said as he looked at Tony 
and Jonny standing there before them.
	"How nice it must be to get to wear diapers!" Sean said. "Why did 
you guys come along, anyway?"
	"To see you guys suffer," Jonny said bluntly.
	"Not as bad as you'll suffer, asshole!"
	At this moment, Trevor and Sean charged after Tony and Jonny. The 
tussle that might have ensued was stopped short by their counselor who 
then scolded the offending boys and broke up the fight.
	"All right! I've had it with you boys!" he said angrily. He made 
it clear that he was only referring to Trevor and Sean. He asked them 
what was going on. After that, he helped Matthew get up from the 
ground. He was dirty and beaten with several cuts, scratches, scrapes 
and bruises to his body.
	The counselor told Jonny to escort Matthew over to the creek so 
that he could get washed up. I thought this was a rather odd twist of 
fate. I wasn't sure how Jonny would feel about helping out a kid who he 
had disliked. That didn't seem to matter now as Jonny helped Matthew up 
the hill and down the other side, being that Matthew was weakened from 
the attack.
	The counselor then asked me what my name was, and I told him, 
"Chris."
	"Okay, Chris, I want you to go get that rope that the boys are 
drying their underpants on," he said. "Bring it back over to me."
	"Okay," I said, following his commands. I started climbing up the 
hill to the trail and then thought about the pairs of underwear that 
were hanging on it.
	"What do you want me to do with the underwear?" I asked him. I 
got to thinking that perhaps the counselor had planned using all of the 
other boys' underwear on Trevor and Sean.
	"Just lay them on the ground," he told me. "They should be dry by 
now."
	I ran over to the makeshift clothesline and took each pair of 
underwear from off of it. They were draped over the rope and most of 
them were still a little damp. The briefs hadn't been washed very well 
as many of them still had poop stains in them. As I was handling the 
soiled briefs I got a hard-on. It had been so long since I had handled 
regular underwear since neither I nor Tony nor any other boy I knew 
closely enough to see without his pants wore anything but diapers for 
their underwear. Handling the underwear brought back my memories of the 
times when I would put as many pairs of briefs on me as I could and 
then poop in them. I rubbed my stiff penis through my diaper after I 
had taken all the underwear off the line. I laid it out on the ground 
and removed the rope. I then took the rope over to the counselor, who 
had since them come back up to the trail with the boys. Tony was also 
with them. He had asked Tony what he had observed and why he decided to 
try stopping the fight. He then asked Trevor and Sean why they attacked 
Matthew.
	"We're just tired of his preaching shit," Trevor said.
	"And we think he's the one who did the flagpole thing and got us 
all in trouble having to take this stupid hike," Sean added.
	"Well, I'm not going to try to find out who was responsible at 
this point. All I know is that you boys�Trevor and Sean� have been 
nothing but trouble from the word 'go!'" the counselor complained. 
"Every year there's at least a couple of troublemakers like you, and as 
you can see, I'm always prepared for it."
	With this, the counselor asked me to hand over the rope. He then 
got out his pocket knife.
	"Hey, hey, no way you tying me up!" Trevor said. He then started 
to run, but he didn't get very far as the other boys who had come back 
to put on their underpants were in his way. They all knew that he was 
in trouble for something and they held him down. Sean was also held 
down by the other boys.
	While Trevor was getting his hands tied behind his back, he let 
out a good-sized load of shit. It came bubbling up from his butt and 
pouring onto his butt cheeks. The other boys laughed as they watched 
Trevor take a shit in front of everyone without wearing any diapers or 
underpants to catch it. Even funnier was the fact that Sean did the 
same thing, only his emerged as a solid log. The first turd shot up 
about four inches then broke off and tumbled to the ground, leaving a 
trail of poop residue on the surface of his buttocks where the turd 
rolled off of him. Dirt gathered on the rolling turd. I laughed hard 
enough to release some shit of my own, but unlike Trevor and Sean, at 
least I had a diaper to catch my bowel movement.
	After Trevor and Sean were tied up, the counselor told all the 
boys to find a good-sized stick that they could use to spank Trevor and 
Sean for their misdeed. It seemed that a lot of the other boys did not 
like Trevor and Sean as they all seemed to be glad to take this 
opportunity to get back at the two troublemakers. The other boys were 
all convinced that Trevor and Sean were the ones responsible for 
running Billy's pants up the flagpole. After each of us had found a 
stick, we were allowed three swats each to both Travis' and Sean's 
butts. Tony and I got in on the act as well and we were wielding two-
foot long sticks that we pulled off of a nearby fallen tree, which was 
where most of the other makeshift paddles came from.
	Trevor and Sean were then told to get up and bend over. With 
their butts still unwiped, they were in position and ready to go. We 
all formed a line behind them and then the spanking began. Everyone 
took advantage of the allowance of three strikes to each of the boys' 
behinds. When it was my turn I hit Sean's butt with all my might. I 
didn't have any mercy on Trevor, either. By the time we all finished, 
the two boys were crying from all the pain they must have felt from 
getting whacked several times by several sticks by several boys. Their 
butts were covered with horizontal red lines where they had been 
beaten. When we were done we all tossed our sticks into a pile behind 
the spanked boys. The counselor took a Polaroid picture of the boys 
with their reddened behinds and the pile of sticks that got them into 
that condition. We then all passed the picture around and laughed, 
further deepening the wounds of humiliation for Trevor and Sean.
	Meanwhile, Trevor's and Sean's underwear remained where I had 
laid the other pairs of briefs. The pair that Matthew had on was still 
there, too.
	"Should they get their underwear back?" one of the boys asked the 
counselor.
	"Don't see what good that will do them at this point," the 
counselor said. "If a couple of you boys want some extra underwear, go 
help yourself. With this, a couple boys went over to what remained of 
the underwear pile and three of them snapped up an extra pair each, 
including the one pair that was supposed to be for Matthew.
	At this point, Matthew and Jonny returned from the creek, having 
missed out on all the spanking fun. They had been gone awhile, so they 
may have been talking and maybe settling any differences of opinion 
that had about their religious beliefs and each other.
	The counselor opened up his pack and applied some bandages and 
alcohol to treat the wounds on Matthew's body. We also showed Matthew 
and Jonny the picture of what we did to Trevor and Sean.
	"Damn, you mean I missed out?" Jonny said. "Can I have a whack at 
them?"
	"I think they've had enough and hopefully they learned their 
lesson," the counselor said to Jonny.
	"You'll probably have to go back to the camp," the counselor told 
Matthew. "How about you go back with him, Jonny? Do you mind?"
	"I don't mind," he said. At this point I was getting tired, as 
was Tony. We were also feeling guilty about having gotten the other 
boys into this situation, though the satisfaction of spanking Trevor 
and Sean lessened the blow of the guilt. We asked the counselor if we 
could go back with Jonny and Matthew as well.
	"Sure, just stay on the trail and don't get lost," the counselor 
said. With this, we parted ways with the rest of the boys. Sean and 
Travis were still the only naked boys as the others had put their 
underpants on again. As they would need their hands for climbing and 
balance, however, they were cut loose from the rope before resuming the 
hike, still naked. They kept rubbing their butts the whole time. They 
even ran down to the creek hoping that the cool water would relieve 
some of the pain.
	Bryce, Nathan and Vic opted to finish the hike with the group, so 
we parted ways with them as I headed back to camp with Tony, Jonny and 
Matthew.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 46
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	Matthew obviously needed a diaper to wear on the hike back, so 
Tony graciously donated one of the diapers from his pack and even put 
it on him. I wasn't surprised to see that Matthew had a hard-on when he 
was getting diapered. I just hoped he didn't have the same religious 
hang-ups about the body's natural sexual responses like this. These 
hang-ups could really screw a kid up big time.
	An awkward silence had fallen over us as we began our journey 
back to the camp. Because of Matthew's minor injuries, it was slow-
going, especially as we helped him to get down the steeper slopes 
safely. I had a tendency to think of Matthew in the same way that I 
thought of Billy because of their unsolicited preaching, but right now, 
I felt sorry for this boy and I wanted to make sure he got back to the 
camp okay.
	After we walked a little ways I decided to introduce myself to 
Matthew to break the ice if nothing else. I shook hands with him. After 
exchanging some small talk, he seemed like he was quite all right after 
all. I slowly introduced the topic of wearing diapers and told him that 
I wear diapers 24/7. He explained that he did the same thing and he 
added that he's never had any regular underwear and has likewise never 
used a toilet. I asked him how his need for wearing diapers came about, 
hoping that he would at least talk about this.
	"My real Mom and Dad were alcoholics and they never took care of 
me. Among other things, they never potty trained me and kept me in 
diapers and made me wear them until they were overflowing. It was so 
terrible. They sent me to school wearing dirty diapers and all the kids 
made fun of me because I always smelled so bad. The teacher even made 
me sit in a desk away from the rest of the class because of this. All 
the kids would look at my desk and say, 'eww, stay away from 
Stinkyboy's corner!' I had no friends there. While the school nurse 
changed me, she was mean about it, too and she called me a baby for 
still wearing diapers. There were only like seventy kids in our whole 
school and I was the only one she ever had to change diapers for."
	Matthew then began to get choked up and he started to cry. We 
decided to sit down and take a rest at that point.
	"I'm sorry, I really hate to talk about it," he said.
	"That's okay," I said. "You don't have to tell us anything else 
if you don't want to."
	"Okay," he said. "Let me finish by saying that the state took me 
away from my parents and put me up for adoption. I was then adopted by 
a couple who was unable to have a child. They were willing to take a 
child like me, a boy who wore diapers and had come from a dysfunctional 
family. I was eight years old then. Anyway, I've been a lot happier 
with my new parents. They actually showed me that they loved me. They 
started taking me to church and enrolled me in a private school where I 
have real friends from both places. I thank the Lord every day for what 
He has done for me."
	I was pleased to hear that his story had a happy ending. As for 
his Biblical name, it was only a coincidence since I highly doubted 
that his birth parents were religious. He then asked the rest of us why 
we wore diapers. Jonny had already told Matthew about it while they 
were talking earlier. I was glad to see that Jonny and Matthew had 
settled their previous differences.
	Tony and I told our diaper stories together, being that much of 
the things we had been through involved both of us. I started off by 
explaining how I liked to put on several pairs of underpants and poop 
in them because I liked how this felt and I liked to look like and feel 
like I was wearing a diaper. I wasn't sure how Matthew would take this 
sort of thing. I hoped he wouldn't condemn me for this as Billy did 
when he found out.
	"At least you had a choice," Matthew said.
	"Well, when I was eight years old, I didn't have a choice 
anymore," I said. "I was stripped of my pants in front of my sisters. 
My Mom showed me my dirty underwear she found. She even went out that 
day and got me some diapers. She then diapered me in front of my 
sisters and showed them how to do it since they were to handle most of 
my diaper changes. I then spent the rest of that day in diapers. In 
fact, ever since that day, unless I have been at school, out in public 
or traveling, all I have ever worn are diapers."
	"How did you feel about this?" Matthew asked. I was pleased to 
see that he was at least interested enough to ask questions.
	"Well, I was embarrassed, being that my sisters saw me naked and 
that my butt was covered with poop, as well as in diapers, and they 
teased me about it and they flaunted the fact that they didn't wear 
diapers and poop their underwear, saying that this is something that 
only boys do. But I actually liked it, really, really liked it, and of 
course I love it even more now. I love how it feels to be in diapers 
and how I look wearing them. I also like thinking that because I'm a 
boy, that boys get to do these kinds of things. My sisters also like 
changing me and seeing me in diapers all the time, probably because I'm 
their little brother and they can tease me about wearing diapers when 
they don't have to. They started putting more and more diapers on me 
until they finally realized that there was a limit to this."
	I was tempted to go on and tell Matthew how I liked to masturbate 
in diapers, but then I thought that he may be too sensitive to things 
like this. Still, I had to get a discussion about this significant 
aspect of diaper-wearing out in the open. I just had to tell him how 
much I really love to wear diapers.
	I asked him if he liked wearing diapers. He was shy and inhibited 
in explaining it, but I could tell that he really wanted to tell us 
that he did.
	"They do kind of feel good," he said. "I just wish I had better 
memories of wearing them when I was younger. I guess that's what I like 
about them now."
	Seeing that I had at least opened the door to talking about this, 
I told him that not only do I like how my diapers feel on me when I 
wear them, but that I like it when I pee and poop in them, too. I 
figured this was a good "litmus test" to see where he would go from 
here on this. I was surprised with his response.
	"You know, I'm really glad I got to know you guys," he said. "I 
think I can trust you enough to tell you things that I have never told 
anybody else about how I feel about wearing diapers. Please promise not 
to tell anyone about this."
	We pledged to maintain a vow of silence about what he was going 
to tell us and assured him that his words would remain a secret. He 
then slowly delivered his "confession."
	"Sometimes I, sometimes I, you know, I, uhh, masturbate in my 
diapers. I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't help it. Sometimes I 
hate myself for doing it."
	Tony then got firm and gave it to Matthew straight.
	"Look, whatever you do, don't hate yourself for wanting to 
masturbate. Virtually all boys masturbate."
	"Are you serious?" he said. "Do you guys do this, too?"
	"Hell yeah!" Jonny said. "Err, sorry, heck yeah," he added more 
sheepishly.
	"Every day," Tony added.
	"I do it several times a day," I said.
	"I know that you probably have been told certain things about 
sexual feelings and acting upon them."
	"My parents tell me it's not good to engage in such activities," 
Matthew said. We needed to save this boy at once, and now was the time.
	"How do you feel about it when they tell you this?"
	"I feel guilty," Matthew answered.
	"Have you ever thought about *why* they think it's wrong to jack 
off?" Jonny said.
	"Not really, I just have been told that we're not supposed to do 
this."
	"Well, you're not harming anyone by doing it, and it certainly 
doesn't hurt you to do it," I said. "If anything, it's for your own 
well-being. It releases tensions and anxiety. It's completely normal 
and natural. Now, I don't know if you'll agree with me on this, but the 
way I think about it, if God gave us these feelings within our own 
bodies, then we should be entitled to them."
	"Well, I think about that a lot, but I'm told that we feel this 
way because it gives us a reason to want to procreate. I know it's a 
big hang-up. I'm sure the kids at your school can talk about things 
like this all the time, but at my school, nobody wants to look like a 
hypocrite and talk about these things, so we never talk about sex and 
masturbation, so I never talk about wearing diapers and the way they 
make me feel."
	"Well, do you mind telling us how they do make you feel?" Jonny 
asked him.
	"This is going to sound weird, but probably because I have never 
told anybody this. At night, I take my pajama bottoms off and I lie in 
bed in just my diaper and my pajama tops. Then after I have a bowel 
movement I rub it up into my crotch and my testicles, and this makes me 
feel good. The problem is after I ejaculate, I feel guilty and I pray 
about my sins."
	"And then you do it again, right?" Tony said.
	"Oh yeah. I do it every night, sometimes during the day when 
nobody's home."
	"You're just like the rest of us, Matthew!" Jonny said while 
patting his back. "Like Chris said, it's normal, it's natural. Just 
about all boys jack off. The only ones who don't probably have 
religious hang-ups about it, like Billy."
	It took a little while, but among Tony, Jonny and myself, we 
helped Matthew to overcome his guilty feelings and his hang-ups about 
masturbating in his diapers.
	"Do you ever do it without your diapers?" Matthew asked me.
	"Oh no, that would be too much work," I said emphatically.
	"What do you mean, 'too much work'?" Matthew asked curiously.
	"I wear cloth diapers at home," I explained. "And I wear a lot of 
diapers at a time, too, usually ten diapers, sometimes over a dozen of 
them on me at once. My sisters pin them on individually and use as many 
as a dozen pins in each diaper. God, I love-- gosh, I love it!"
	"That is a lot of diapers to wear at one time," Matthew said. 
"Why so many?"
	"My sisters love to diaper me like that and they know I love it," 
I said.
	"It must be awfully thick wearing that many diapers at a time," 
Matthew said.
	"Trust me, they're very, very thick!" Tony said resoundingly. 
"You should see how big they make his butt look! Too bad you didn't 
bring some of your pictures, Chris!"
	"My sisters also say that they do it so I don't have to be 
changed as much and that the more diapers I'm wearing, the more my 
diapers can separate my poopy butt from the furniture since they sit in 
the same places I do, and it keeps the unsightliness of my poop from 
showing. It's a mutual thing. They get the pleasure of seeing me in 
diapers and putting them on me so excessively, and I enjoy how they 
look and feel and how I can pee and poop so much into them!"
	Now I felt that I was starting to get carried away knowing that 
Matthew was feeling better about having us around him so that he could 
finally release feelings that he has had to keep bottled up for so 
long. The way he was carrying on with us, it was hard to imagine that 
just a little while ago he was only thought of as some Bible-thumping 
kid like Billy.
	One thing that was starting to get to me as well as Jonny was the 
fact that we felt guilty about the flagpole incident.
	"Geez! Tony said. How long have we been sitting here?"
	"I dunno," I said, not having a watch on. "But when we sat down, 
we were still in the shade. We'd better get going."
	"Hey Matthew," Jonny said. "Since you confessed to us that you 
like to jack off in poopy diapers, we'd like to make a confession of 
our own."
	"What's that?" Matthew said.
	"The whole flagpole thing wasn't because of Sean and Trevor-- I 
did it."
	"And I went along with him," I added.
	"You took Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole?" Matthew 
said.
	"Yeah, and then we also took his shorts, took the key from the 
flagpole and then put it in the pocket, and then I tossed the shorts 
into you guys' cabin. I never thought I would say this to you, Matthew, 
but I am sorry that I did it. I got all you guys in trouble for 
nothing."
	"I'm sorry, too," I said.
	"I forgive you, both of you," Matthew said.
	"You serious?" Jonny said.
	"The Lord tells us to forgive," Matthew said to us.
	"Well, I lied, we both lied, in a way," I said. "I know that's a 
sin."
	"It is. But we're all sinners. But we are also saved from our 
sins through Jesus Christ."
	I thought that Jonny was going to spout off and tell Matthew to 
lay off the preaching, but Jonny held his peace. He didn't even seem 
resentful of Matthew saying these things. He may have been having a 
change of heart.
	"And I know it sounds strange, but I'm kind of glad things turned 
out the way they did. Had it not been for the flagpole incident, I'd 
probably still be getting harassed back at camp by Trevor and Sean, and 
I wouldn't have met you guys. You guys are pretty cool."
	"Thanks," I said to him. "You're really neat, too," I said to 
Matthew.
	"I hope that I'll meet other kids like you guys when I go to 
junior high this fall. I think I'll be going to regular school next 
year. My parents are giving me a choice to go to either private school 
or public school. I know they'll prefer me to go to private school, and 
they want me to decide by the time I get back. I think I've made up my 
mind now. You guys have really been a lot of help."
	At this point, Matthew asked us to stand in a circle, and join 
hands in a prayer. Even Jonny agreed to be a part of this. Matthew then 
delivered a prayer. After the prayer, we continued onward back towards 
the camp.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 47
---------------------------

	It wasn't until we had hiked a ways before we realized just how 
far it still was back to the camp. My diaper was wet and full of poop 
again. It was one thing to walk throughout the house in several thick 
cloth diapers with only a few feet to go in each direction, having the 
assurance and comfort of having my wastes well contained. Out in the 
middle of the woods and having to walk what had to have been several 
miles with less protection than what I was used to wearing, however, 
was different, especially as the ground was not level in a lot of 
places.
	The hike back would have been faster if Matthew didn't hold us 
up. He was still sore and he couldn't move as fast as the rest of us. 
In fact, we were all getting tired and we found ourselves taking more 
rest breaks, only to realize that at the rate we were going we would 
get back by the time the sun went down, if we were lucky. We were also 
running low and food and water. Matthew had no diapers, just the one 
that he borrowed. Jonny and Tony were down to their last diapers, and I 
had two diapers left. We had changed along the way when we decided that 
we wouldn't make it back to the camp, realizing that in doing this, we 
would have to make sure our diapers would last for the remainder of the 
hike.
	"We'll never make it back at this rate," Jonny said. Up ahead we 
saw that a smaller trail had split off from the main trail.
	"Maybe that other trail is a shortcut," Tony said.
	"Maybe, maybe not," I said, hoping I could talk Tony out of 
exploring the other trail. "We don't know where it goes. It may even be 
a dead end."
	"It looks like it goes back towards the camp," Tony said. "Where 
else is it going to go?"
	"Let's just stay on the main trail like that counselor guy told 
us," I replied, trying not to sound like I was arguing. "Besides, we 
have to make sure Matthew can get back okay."
	"You sure you don't want to go the other way?" Tony asked me.
	"Yeah, because we know where this trail leads," I contended 
firmly. "Why do you think this other trail will get us there any 
faster?"
	"Kevin said there are two trails that lead out of the camp and go 
to the top of the mountain," Tony said. "This has to be that other 
trail."
	"Well, I guess it's not like you can't see where the lake is," I 
said in concession, deciding to let Tony have his way. "If we get lost 
or whatever, remember that this was your idea, Tony."
	"I know," he said. With this, we agreed to take the unknown path 
and use the sight of the lake as a reference point. He seemed to have 
us convinced that the trail was a shorter way back to the camp.
	I had an uneasy feeling about what we were going into. I still 
wasn't sure what lay ahead of us as we took the other trail. So far it 
seemed to be leading in the right direction. The lake, albeit distant, 
was still in view through the trees down below. My feelings began to 
change when we realized that the general direction of the trail had 
shifted and was not taking us back to the camp as it looked like it 
might do earlier. The lake was no longer in sight.
	Tony said, "Uhh, guys, I hate to say this, but I think we're--"
	"Lost," I said, finishing his sentence for him. "I was afraid of 
this."
	"What do we do now?" Jonny asked.
	"Retrace our steps, I guess," I answered. I felt like I should be 
mad at Tony. We've been friends for so long, though, that I couldn't 
tell him how I really felt about him getting us into this situation. I 
wish I had done more to convince him to stay on the trail that we knew. 
Tony could still tell from the looks on our faces that we were not 
pleased with the development he led us into.
	"I'm sorry, guys," Tony apologized. "My sense of adventure got 
the best of me, I guess."
	"We only have a couple hours of good sunlight left," I said. 
"We'd better make up our minds on what to do."
	"Yeah, and we're all out of diapers now, and we're about out of 
food and water, too," Jonny said. "How are you feeling, Matthew?"
	"My legs and my sides are hurting more and more," he said.
	"HELP!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the trees.
	"Nobody's going to hear you out here," Tony said.
	"Maybe the other group will hear us," I said. "Maybe some other 
group of hikers is out here. This trail looks like enough people use 
it."
	"We haven't seen a soul," Jonny said.
	"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!" I shouted again. "HELLO?!"
	"Let's just keep going," Tony said. "It's a long ways back. At 
least this way we're still heading downhill."
	While Tony's reasoning was good, it didn't give us any indication 
of what conditions were ahead on the trail. It became narrower as it 
led through a dense grouping of trees. It was virtually dark in the 
deep woods as the sun was about to go over the distant mountains. At 
the end of the grouping of trees, the trail led down a steep slope. 
Tony and Jonny had to help Matthew go down it. I walked ahead of them. 
At one point I stepped on some dry fallen pine needles, which I knew 
can cause one to slip. I did just that. I fell on my butt and scooted 
down the hill a ways. The plastic cover of my diaper server to aid my 
sliding down the slope until the skidding tore the outer cover of my 
diaper. Not only that, but it caused poop to come out the top of it and 
get onto my shirt. Everyone could see the brown spot all over the back 
of my shirt tail.
	"You all right?" Tony asked.
	"Yeah, just got my shirt dirty and tore my diaper," I said. I 
looked down at my legs and saw that the poop had also been pushed out 
through the crotch and had gotten all over my legs.
	"Shit," I said. "Literally."
	"Where the hell are we?!" Tony interjected loudly. He then 
realized that he shouldn't have said it this way in front of Matthew.
	"I'm sorry, Matthew. I just say things that way."
	Matthew understood Tony's state of mind at the moment He then 
suggested we all stand in a circle and pray for a safe and timely 
return to camp. At this point I felt like this was a good idea as it 
seemed like our chances of making it back were otherwise hopeless.
	We resumed the hike. All four of us were in wet and dirty 
diapers. I could see everyone's butts sagging from poop. The fronts of 
everyone's diapers were also swollen in piss. We all stunk badly and 
feared that the odor might attract a bear or some other wildlife 
against which we would be defenseless. Luckily that never happened.
	The trail then reached a stream. The only way to cross it was to 
go across a log and then step onto a series of slippery mossy rocks. I 
went first and made it, as did Jonny as he followed behind. Tony again 
helped Matthew across, making sure he wouldn't fall. While Matthew had 
made it, Tony fell into the water. His diaper instantly became so full 
and heavy from the water. When he stood up and climbed to shore his 
diaper had ballooned to several times its dry volume. We all had to 
admit that he looked funny. Even Tony thought that it looked funny and 
he joined us in our laughter. It was about the only laughter we 
experienced in the midst of our predicament.
	Tony then took his diaper off. It was too wet and soiled to carry 
around, so we didn't know what else to do with it. Suddenly a hornet 
started buzzing around Tony, who was allergic to insect stings, 
especially from bees, hornets and the like. He was freaked out by this 
threat and he let go of the diaper as he fled, accidentally dropping 
the diaper into the stream. The swift current carried it away and it 
floated downstream before any of us could retrieve it. Tony felt bad 
about unintentionally littering, but on the other hand, we weren't 
about to tote a waterlogged diaper around until we found the next 
garbage can, and on this trail there were none to be seen. While not 
environmentally friendly, the solution did sort of present itself. I 
ended up relinquishing my last diaper for Tony's sake; otherwise, he 
would have had to take the remainder of the hike naked. With this, Tony 
changed into my last diaper and then we continued on.
	While it was not evening yet, the available daylight was 
disappearing as the sun had disappeared over the mountains behind us. 
We knew time was running out and we had nowhere else to go but straight 
ahead. Fatigue was starting to set in. We were completely out of food 
and water. Jonny's diaper was maxed out and it didn't look like it 
could take another wetting or messing. He was convinced to try some 
Thickies diapers after seeing how much better mine and Tony's diapers 
were doing over such a long period as well as the diaper that Matthew 
was wearing.
	Just when we thought we had reached the farthest point there was 
from any civilization, we were pleased to see a campfire burning in the 
distance. This was a sure indication that there would also be people 
there.
	"Look over there!" Tony said. "Maybe those people can tell us 
where we are!"
	"Maybe they'll even give us a ride back," Jonny said. "I'm 
pooped."
	"We're all pooped," I said, grabbing the seat of what remained of 
my diaper.
	"Uh guys, do you realize that all we have on is diapers and 
shirts?" Matthew said.
	"Yeah, I realize that, but I don't think we're going to find any 
pants or shorts to wear between here and those campers over there," 
Jonny said.
	"Well, this is an emergency. So what if we're in just diapers. 
Those people are our best chance, perhaps our only chance."
	We walked through the remaining stands of trees that separated us 
from being rescued. I didn't think our situation was quite desperate 
enough that the word "rescue" was appropriate, though, but I didn't 
know what else to call it.
	We stood just out of view of the campers and observed the people 
to get an idea of who we would be talking to in a few minutes. It 
looked like a typical family camp outing. A tent had been set up. The 
father was busy cleaning the fish he and his son must have just caught. 
The boy looked to be about 8 or 9. There were also two girls, which 
only seemed to be natural that this would occur in our present 
situation as us four boys would soon be exposing our diapered state to 
them. One of the girls looked to be 12 or 13. She was roasting 
marshmallows over the fire. The other girl was maybe four years old. 
She was busy rolling a ball around on the ground. As all she had on was 
a swimsuit, this assured me that she was toilet trained and was no 
longer wearing diapers. The mother was busy cooking on a Coleman camp 
stove.
	"Well, are we just going to stand here or what?" Jonny said. 
"Let's go."
	The four of us walked towards the group of campers. The sounds of 
our footsteps whisking through the grass caught the attention of the 
small girl.
	"Mom! There's some kids here!" she said. She then started 
giggling and said, "and they're wearing diapers!"
	The other girl as well as the boy turned to us and stared, very 
likely not expecting four boys to appear from the woods, and in 
diapers, nonetheless. The parents then looked at us.
	"Can we help you boys with anything?" the man said to us.
	"Well, yeah, you can, maybe," Tony said nervously.
	"We got lost in the woods," I admitted shyly. The little girl was 
staring at the big yellowish bulge in the front of my diaper. She 
seemed quite amused.
	"Where are you boys from?" the man asked.
	"Camp Branson," Tony said.
	"Oh yes, that's the boys' camp. That's just down the road a 
little ways."
	"How far is it?" Jonny asked.
	"It's about three or four miles down from the road up there, and 
it's going to get dark before you boys make it back. How about I give 
you a ride?"
	"Thanks, that'd be great!" Tony said.
	"Yeah, thanks a lot!" I said. Jonny and Matthew were also very 
appreciative of the man's offer.
	"You boys hungry?" the mother asked us.
	"Yeah, we are, and we're thirsty, too," I said.
	"And we're out of diapers, too," Jonny added.
	"Don't think we can help you with that one, I'm afraid," the 
mother said.
	"Unless you count Doug's Goodnites!" the older girl said as she 
stared at the boy whom I assumed was her brother.
	"Marlene!" the boy snapped back at her.
	"Well, Doug, as you can see, these boys also wear diapers, so 
it's not like they're going to think anything of the fact that you wear 
them."
	"They're not diapers, okay?" Doug said.
	"Well, they're not Fruit of the Loom, either, that's for sure," 
Marlene said as she snapped on the waistband of her shirtless brother 
Doug's underpants that were showing well above his shorts. And yes, 
they were Fruit of the Loom, tighty whities.
	"I have some hot dogs and some pop if you boys would like a 
little something to eat," the lady offered to us.
	"Are you sure we have enough food for these boys?" her husband 
asked.
	"We have plenty of food, dear," the lady said. "Especially since 
you'll be eating the fish you and Doug caught. These boys probably need 
it worse than we do."
	The mother served each of us a hot dog, some potato chips and a 
can of soda. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make us all feel 
better. While we all sat down on the ground and ate, the discussion 
among us four boys and the family turned to our diapers. They didn't 
seem to mind that we all smelled of piss and shit.
	"Why are you all wearing diapers?" the youngest girl asked, her 
name yet to be determined.
	"Brittany, don't ask them that," her mother told her.
	"It's okay," Tony said. "We always wear diapers," Tony said 
unabashed to Brittany.
	"But why?" she asked.
	"We can't use toilets," I said to Brittany. I didn't want to tell 
her the whole story about how I got to where I was wearing diapers all 
the time. She then started giggling like any little girl her age would.
	"Don't you boys have anything else to wear?" the man said.
	"This is all we had on when we went hiking," I said.
	"It's all we wear at the camp," Tony said. "Well, you *could* go 
around in shorts, but you'd actually look kind of out of place if you 
did."
	"I heard that the camp is for boys who wear diapers, but I didn't 
know you all went around in them."
	"Yeah, it helps promote a sense of togetherness, something like 
that," I said.
	"So all of you are boys there?" Marlene asked.
	"Yeah, it's an all-boys' camp," I said.
	"Doesn't surprise me," Marlene said. "It figured that a camp for 
diaper-wearers would be boys, right, Doug?"
	"Knock it off," Doug said.
	"Well, since you and three of your friends who were boys were 
still wearing diapers in kindergarten, it makes sense."
	I could tell that Marlene was a lot like Lisa in the way she 
teased Doug about his history with wearing diapers as well as his 
present need for Goodnites.
	"By the way, what brand of diapers are those?" Marlene asked us.
	"Thickies," I said.
	"Thickies? The name sure fits," Marlene said with a little bit of 
a laugh. "How well do they work?"
	"They work great," Tony said. "Why you ask?"
	"Well, Goodnites just aren't enough for Doug and I still 
sometimes end up washing his sheets," Marlene said with a somewhat 
disgusted tone.
	"I can't help it, Marlene," Doug said. "Stop embarrassing me."
	"Well, I think you need some diapers, Doug, real diapers."
	"Mom!" Doug hollered.
	"She's right, Doug," his mother said. "We've talked about this, 
and you do need something more substantial for your nighttime wetting."
	"Mom! Don't talk about this in front of those other kids! We 
don't even know them!"
	"Well, we do know that they are in the same situation you're in, 
so they understand. Now, what did you say those diapers are called 
again?"
	"Thickies," I said.
	"Can you get them at the store?"
	"Yep, there's a place called Kidz Klothez at the mall," I said. 
"You live in Boise, right?"
	"Oh yes, we know where the mall is," the mother said.
	"Mom, you're not going to make me wear diapers like those, are 
you?" Doug asked her.
	"If they work better for you, then yes," she said.
	"But look how big they are. They'll make my butt stick out."
	"Well, gee, Doug, with all those extra underpants that you have 
to put on over your Goodnites to absorb the leakage from your 
Goodnites, I can't say that you'll look much different wearing what 
these other boys have on!" Marlene said, delighted at the thought that 
her brother was going to be wearing Thickies diapers soon.
	"You should see what the cloth ones look like," Tony said. "You 
think these are thick!"
	As I sat there sipping the last of my soda, I had my legs spread 
open. Brittany looked at the mess on the insides of my thighs and said, 
"you got poopoo all over your legs!" I just looked at her while she 
giggled. What could I say about it?
	The family asked us about the things we were doing at Camp 
Branson and we told them about the various activities we were in. We 
also explained how we wound up getting lost in the woods. By this time 
it was getting dark and the counselors back at the camp were probably 
getting worried about us. We decided that we'd better get going. As all 
of us smelled badly of overused diapers, we climbed into the back of 
the pickup truck and rode back to the camp. We thanked the nice man for 
his generosity as he dropped us off. He escorted us to the camp so that 
he could explain that he had brought us back. He got to talking to one 
of the counselors and inquired about enrolling Doug in the camp the 
following year.
	After we all finally got our diapers changed we joined the other 
boys who were already eating dinner. I wanted to go back to that family 
to eat dinner with them instead as their food was better. Matthew was 
examined for his injuries and then he joined the rest of us. Kevin then 
gave us a long, stern lecture afterwards about having gone off the main 
trail and getting lost in spite of what we had been told. We promised 
him we would never do it again. With this, we all agreed to stick 
around within the camp tomorrow and do whatever activities were going 
on.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 48
--------------------------

	Upon returning to our cabins that night, we had since then 
learned that Billy had contacted his parents that day and asked them to 
come pick him up. His father had shown up at the camp late that evening 
and got him. While Billy's father was there, he complained to the camp 
headmaster about the treatment that he had gotten from the rest of us 
in the cabin. His father then followed Kevin to our cabin to get Billy 
to tell him that his father was here. We thought that Billy and his 
father would make a graceful exit, but instead we were treated to a 
lengthy, drawn-out argument between Kevin and Billy's father. He stood 
at the door, and while letting moths fly in to flutter about the 
lights, Billy's father talked to the counselor as well as all of us 
remaining boys in our cabin. As we were already in our cabin, we were 
pretty much held captive at the moment Billy's father arrived with 
Kevin.
	As Billy's planned departure from the camp vacated one of the 
beds in our cabin, Matthew had asked to move over to our cabin. He 
wanted to get away from Trevor and Sean, and from what he had told us 
about them, we couldn't blame him. After seeing what he had been 
through that day, Kevin as well as Matthew's former counselor agreed to 
allow him to join us. He had become friends with us over the course of 
the day's events. Even Jonny had overcome his feelings about Matthew 
being religious. In fact, Matthew actually turned out to be more like 
the rest of us and was a pretty good diaper boy after all.
	As Matthew was with us in the cabin, he also got to listen to 
Billy's parents complain. Billy's dad spewed out a long-winded, fast-
talking spiel, not allowing Kevin to get a word in edgewise. I figured 
Billy's father had acquired this speedy speech skill from his years of 
speaking before his church congregation as a Minister. Here's what he 
said, to the best of my recollection:

	"I can understand you having a summer camp for boys such as my 
son who wear diapers, being that many boys such as Billy have an 
uncontrollable condition that may not be very well accommodated in 
other summer camp settings. We would have gladly sent Billy to Bible 
camp, but they didn't want a boy who wore diapers and they felt that he 
would not fit in with the others, so I figured your camp would be 
suited for him. I thought it would be like an normal summer camp, just 
that all the boys wear diapers. At least that's what your brochure 
seemed to suggest. Then this afternoon I get a call from Billy. He was 
crying, telling me how rotten everyone is treating him here because he 
refuses to strip down to his diapers like everyone else. I consider 
this to be highly indecent, and so does Billy as seeing everyone in 
diapers was making him very uncomfortable. You boys look all pathetic 
wearing no pants! It's like you're all going around in your underwear! 
Just as my wife and I would never go around the house in our underwear, 
we wouldn't want Billy to go around in his diapers."

	While listening to Billy's father rant about the camp, I was 
becoming increasingly tempted to tell this guy to go fuck himself and 
shove it up his ass, especially when he told us how pathetic we all 
looked. It was easy to see why Billy was so screwed up by his parents 
brainwashing him into thinking that the resulting exposure of more skin 
from having only diapers on (we were all wearing shirts) was indecent 
and thus implied that we were immoral. I thought that this mode of 
thinking was highly contradictory, considering that this man was 
shaming the appearance of the unclothed human body, a creation of God. 
It's not as if we were naked. He continued bitching:

	"I never realized that everyone here would be parading around in 
just their diapers! In fact, Billy says that's all these boys do is 
talk about diapers and how they use them! They talk about masturbation 
and other disgusting topics that I don't feel my son should be exposed 
to. No wonder today's youth is so troubled! Is this some kind of 
perversion that you boys all share? This camp appears to be just a 
place for boys who share your mental affliction to get together."

	At this point, the man finally shut up and Kevin had a chance to 
talk.
	"Mr. Dixon, with all due respect, may I ask why you enrolled your 
son in Camp Branson?" Kevin asked him.
	"Weren't you even listening? I told you why! I thought it would 
be a normal camp environment, but I have come to find out that it's 
just a bunch of boys who are obsessed with diapers! I pray that you 
boys will all be forgiven for your sins!"
	"What do you consider to be a 'normal' camp, sir?" Kevin asked 
Billy's father in an effort to steer him away from the religious talk 
that was appearing to surface.
	"Hiking, swimming, sports--"
	"Well, we have all that here," Kevin said. "The brochure lists 
all the activities we offer."
	"It didn't say that the camp would be full of mentally-troubled 
kids who can only talk about wearing diapers!"
	Kevin then had his chance to make a spiel of his own, zealously 
defending the purpose of Camp Branson as well as to refute Billy's 
father's notion that we were just a bunch of mentally troubled boys 
just because we enjoy wearing diapers. Billy's father, or Mr. Dixon, 
tried to listen patiently as he stood at the door of the cabin, letting 
more moths fly in:

	"Mr. Dixon, please allow me be frank with you if I may. This camp 
specifically caters to boys who wear diapers, as you were likely well 
aware of upon enrolling Billy. These boys all come here knowing in 
advance that they will be among other boys who wear diapers just like 
them. They won't be afraid of having someone find out they may wet the 
bed or that they may soil their pants. There are no secrets like that 
here. This openness allows the boys to loosen up and lose the shorts 
and be free to let others see that they wear diapers, too. We don't 
require the boys to do this, but within the first day, they all 
eventually lose their inhibitions and feel more at ease, seeing that 
their shorts only serve to hide something that everybody already knows 
about anyway. Besides, any boy who doesn't take off his shorts here 
would only stand out among the others who are in just their diapers-- 
Billy, for example.
	"This camp has done miracles for a lot of boys who may have 
before felt alone, afraid, or ashamed that they wear diapers. These 
boys form lasting friendships, friendships they may have never 
otherwise enjoyed because their peers can't accept the fact that they 
wear diapers. Very few boys ever regret having come to Camp Branson, 
and in my experience, Billy is the first, as well as the first to have 
arranged to leave the camp early. We get dozens of letters each year 
from boys who thank us and tell us that coming to Camp Branson was the 
most fun they ever had in their lives! They--"
	"That's great, sir," Mr. Dixon interrupted, having lost his 
patience now. "But this just isn't the place for my son. These boys 
here are crude and vulgar!"
	"They're boys, sir. That's the way most boys are, whether here or 
anyplace else," Kevin said.
	"Not my boy," Billy's father said. "We won't allow for that kind 
of talk around our house."
	"We're not their parents, sir," Kevin said. "The boys can say 
pretty much anything they want around here. How does Billy tell you 
that he needs his diapers changed?"
	"He comes up to us and tells us he needs changed, that's all he 
has to say to us. He doesn't have to tell us what he did in his 
diapers."
	"That's fine, sir. But for most of these boys, being in diapers 
all the time, they deal with these matters that you consider to be 
vulgar in ways that other people don't. Most of us don't think about 
having eliminated our wastes once the toilet's been flushed. These boys 
are stuck with their bodily output until they are changed, sometimes 
several hours. It's a very significant part of their lives, and boys, 
being who they are, they're going to come up with other ways to talk 
about these matters. It's the same reason Eskimos have over twenty 
words for 'snow.' It's very satisfying for these boys to talk about 
something that is so much a part of their daily lives."
	"So you actually let these boys talk about these vile, filthy 
disgusting things?"
	"Like I said, we're not their parents, sir," Kevin said, now 
visibly losing his patience with Mr. Dixon. Billy appeared to be very 
embarrassed now.
	"So the boys are not disciplined here, in other words," Mr. Dixon 
said.
	"Yes, they are. We ensure that they are well-behaved and abide by 
the rules of conduct and respect one another. Most of all, we ensure 
that they are safe."
	"Well, Billy told me about the flagpole incident with his pants."
	"And the boys we believe are responsible were punished for it, 
sir," Kevin said. "Might I add that Billy was always talking to the 
boys about religion and none of them seemed to care for it. He was 
asked many times to stop, but he kept doing it, and it was annoying 
everyone in this cabin. Let's just say we're even now, Mr. Dixon. Billy 
doesn't like the boys talking about the fun things they do in their 
diapers, and the boys don't like him talking about his church."
	"Let's go, Billy," his father said. "I've had it with this 
place."
	With this, Billy picked up his belongings, stopping to wipe the 
tears from his eyes. Mr. Dixon wasn't done with us yet.
	"Before we leave, I feel that all of you boys owe my son Billy an 
apology. I want to hear you all apologize, one at a time."
	Kevin silently gestured to us that we do this, anything to get 
rid of the nuisance that Billy's father was making of himself. Every 
one of us said, "I'm sorry, Billy." That is, until they got to me. Just 
moments before, a bowel movement had started to fill my diapers. I knew 
it was going to be a big one, a real butt-bulger of a pooping, at least 
with having the disposable diaper on it could still bulge from the 
volume of my poop. As Bryce had pinned on the Thickies diaper over my 
disposable, I was more prominently diapered than the other boys. When 
it came to my turn to 'apologize', I got up, turned around and stuck my 
well-padded butt to Billy and his father and said, "here's my apology." 
Then, as if on cue, I released the rest of my bowel movement. It exited 
from my rear end with a spectacularly loud fart, accompanied by sounds 
of bubbling wet shit. I felt the poop coating my balls and my buttocks 
as the poop flood spread throughout the back half of my diaper.
	Everybody laughed and cheered, including Kevin, who was quite 
amused by my virtually impromptu little antic. Tony and Bryce didn't 
even get a chance to apologize to Mr. Dixon and Billy as they left in 
complete disgust over my actions, the very behavior that Kevin was 
defending against Mr. Dixon. Kevin stayed with us for a few minutes and 
we briefly celebrated Billy's departure. Nathan filled his diaper 
shortly afterwards. After a few minutes of this, Kevin told us to get 
ready for bed since the lights were going to be turning off. As he left 
from our cabin, all turned to darkness. This didn't keep us from 
celebrating Billy leaving the camp, though.
	From this point, the rest of the time at camp passed without much 
incident. Each day brought a different set of activities. We wrote 
letters to home and I had quite a bit to tell about this camping trip, 
enough to fill six handwritten pages. I had gotten to know all of the 
boys with whom I had closely associated and I got pictures of all of 
them in various poses in their diapers as well as plenty of candid 
shots. I couldn't wait to get the film developed when I got back home. 
Likewise, I modeled for several of the other boys, wearing my Thickies 
diaper over my disposable in some pictures. In other pictures I wore 
just my disposables, making sure they all got a good shot of me while 
my diaper was good and wet and very full of poop.
	If I accomplished anything good for anyone while at Camp Branson, 
I would have to say that, along with Tony and Jonny, we helped Matthew 
to overcome his inhibitions in expressing his feelings for wearing 
diapers. The fact that Jonny and Matthew were in the same cabin 
together and having become friends was something of a miracle, 
considering their formerly unfriendly relations.
	On the last day of camp the younger boys in our cabin decided to 
join the others in the "Take-Your-Diapers-Off Swim." This was an annual 
event according to Camp Branson veterans, when all of the boys would 
all go down to the lake and have a splashing good time while swimming 
without their diapers on, or anything else for that matter. It wasn't 
formally recognized by the camp as an event, but since the day was open 
to any activities, the counselors agreed to make this an optional 
activity, and from the looks of the water in the lake, most of the boys 
participated.
	While this sort of nudist swimming activity may seem okay for 
toilet-oriented boys, keep in mind that there were hundreds of 
incontinent boys swimming in the same body of water within relatively 
proximity of each other. Granted, the water wasn't very clean to begin 
with, but I felt sorry for any of the fish at this end of the lake.
	The oldest among us� Tony, Jonny, Matthew and myself� opted to 
stay at the cabin. It wasn't that we were highly averse to swimming in 
polluted water, we just had other plans. While we had all jacked off in 
our own beds, it was hard to do in a small enclosure with nine other 
boys. We wanted to try masturbating in each other's presence as this 
was the perfect opportunity to do so. Matthew knew what we were 
planning to do, and, much to our surprise, he decided to stay at the 
cabin. Either he didn't want to swim naked, or he really wanted to join 
us in jacking off.
	Matthew looked nervous as he sat among the rest of us. We told 
him to relax. When Matthew appeared to be okay, I had asked him if he 
had ever read anything that got him excited.
	"Excited, as in...?"
	"Yeah," Tony said.
	"Well, I still do sometimes feel guilty when I do it," Matthew 
said. "But I think I am getting better, thanks to all of you. What were 
you going to show me, a porno mag or something?"
	"No, no, no, this is even better," Jonny said. "Much better."
	At this point I went to my bag and got out my copies of my diaper 
stories that I had written. I asked Matthew to read the one I had 
handed him. I chose one with a positive theme, one that didn't involve 
spanking or punishment. Most of my stories included this to some 
extent.
	"It isn't anything bad, is it?" Matthew asked.
	"Not unless you think it's bad," I said.
	Matthew then started reading the story. Because we knew he would 
be distracted if we all sat there and watched, we let him read the 
story while the rest of us looked at my other stories. Within just a 
couple minutes I could hear his diaper crinkling repeatedly; albeit 
lightly and subtly. As I looked over to him I could see that he had his 
free hand firmly fixed on the front of his diaper while holding the 
paper in his other hand. I could plainly see that he was in a very much 
aroused state by my story.
	"Oops, sorry," he said, realizing that he had momentarily lost 
his inhibitions.
	"That's okay, Matthew," I said. "Couldn't resist, could you?"
	"No," he said. "I always thought that boys did this because they 
looked at girl magazines. I didn't think anyone ever did it while 
reading a story about a boy wearing diapers."
	Matthew then sat silently as he appeared to want to tell us 
something. We patiently awaited his words.
	"I do have to sort of confess something, now that I see that you 
guys also do this," Matthew delivered his words shakily.
	"Go ahead, tell us, Matthew," Jonny said. "We're friends now," he 
added, putting his arm around Matthew's neck.
	"Well, I write stories like this, too," he said. "I write them 
all the time, because it's my only outlet for how I really feel about 
diapers. Then after I read it I throw it away out of guilt and because 
I'm afraid that my parents would catch me. They tell me that doing 
these things is bad."
	"What things?" Jonny asked.
	"Well, you know, masturbation," he said shyly.
	"Do you really feel that it's bad?" I asked.
	"Well, after being with you guys, and thinking about it, I don't 
see anything wrong with it. I wish I really knew what God thought of 
it. He gave me these feelings, and I know He wouldn't want me to direct 
them in an inappropriate way, which I think would be to do it with a 
girl or a women before getting married. It just seems unnatural that I 
feel this way about diapers, instead of girls."
	"So what are your stories like?" Tony asked.
	"Well, they're things I would never read before my Sunday School 
class, let's just put it that way," he said. "When I write my stories, 
I turn my Bible over, thinking that it's so God can't see me writing, 
but I know He can. All I do is think about these feelings, how this is 
my moment that I can release these feelings. I write about myself 
wearing nothing but diapers from the day I was born. One time I wrote 
about all the boys at church showing up in diapers. Then I read it and 
masturbate, then when the guilt sets in I throw it away."
	"Do you have any stories at home?" I asked.
	"One, and I was gonna read it and throw it out when I got back, 
but I think I am going to keep it and try to remember what the others 
were like and also write them again."
	"Promise me you won't throw them away," I told him.
	"I promise," he said.
	"I can even mail you some of mine if you want," I offered. He 
accepted it as his mother would think that they were just letters from 
the boys he knew at camp.
	"Thanks. I'll send you copies of mine when I get them done," he 
said.
	"Do you remember which one was probably your most nastiest one?" 
Jonny asked. "I mean, thick diapers, stinking really bad all the time, 
being wet and unchanged, having to wear diapers in front of everyone, 
jacking off in them, stuff like that."
	"Yeah, the one I still have at home," Matthew said.
	"Maybe you can tell us what it's about," I suggested. Matthew 
agreed to tell his story from his memory. He got up to turn his Bible 
over, so we knew it had to be a good one!
	Matthew started out by telling us his story about a boy who had 
moved in to a new house at the end of the summer. Being lonely that 
first Saturday and not having made any friends at his new school, the 
boy decided to go meet his neighbors. He knew that there were two boys 
who lived next door, but other than when they came home from school, he 
never saw them outside. They were both younger than him, so he didn't 
see them at school much. When he went over that afternoon, he was 
surprised to see that the two boys were in diapers, very, very thick 
diapers The boys were crawling as a result of the thickness of their 
diapers.
	When the boy was invited in, he found out that the other boys' 
mother had some strange obsession with diapering boys, so right away, 
the visiting boy was stripped of his pants, which were then promptly 
discarded. He had his underwear taken off. Then, the woman brought out 
a huge armload of diapers and told the boy to lie down on the floor. 
She then kept putting diapers on him, one after another, pinning them 
all up with as many pins as she could use. Fifteen minutes later the 
boy realized that he was still getting diapered, much of the time being 
spent on the excessive pinning of the diapers. Already the diapers were 
so thick that the boy was not able to close his legs. The stack of 
remaining diapers didn't seem to have gotten much smaller, so the 
diapering was expected to continue for awhile longer until the last 
diaper was to be pinned on. By the time the last diaper was on, the boy 
couldn't even walk in the huge mass of diapers that bulged at least six 
inches from his crotch and his butt. He, too, was reduced to crawling.
	Matthew didn't even get to the parts about the boys being wet and 
poopy and going unchanged for the entire weekend before he and the rest 
of us started jacking off. He continued to tell the story, talking 
about how wet and stinky the three boys became and how the boy's mother 
reacted when she came over to find out where her son had been all day.
	Matthew got to where his story was being interrupted more and 
more by his having to take breaths and stroke himself. We all had a 
very vivid image of the story at this point and all of us were in deep 
arousal. We all jacked off together and within a couple minutes of each 
other, we all brought ourselves to ejaculation.
	I thought that after something this intense, Matthew would feel 
very guilty and renege on his promise not to destroy the written story. 
I couldn't wait to read his written version of it, so I was especially 
hopeful that he would not go back to his former feelings. I was 
relieved to learn that, even after we had all recovered from the 
intense masturbation session we had together, that he did not feel so 
guilty.
	The day we were to go back home had arrived. It was a day of 
mixed feelings. One side of me was wanting to get back to the comforts 
of home and to allow me to enjoy a normal summer of bumming around the 
house and shitting and pissing in thick diapers. If I didn't do this at 
my house, I did it at Tony's.
	The other side of me was feeling some sadness and anticipation of 
separation from some good friends. I had gotten to know all the boys 
from my cabin so well and I hated to part ways with them. I would 
especially miss Matthew. I felt that I had contributed a great part to 
the betterment of his life. He wasn't Billy, that's for sure. I 
convinced him not to feel guilty about masturbating in diapers and 
instead to freely think about without inhibition how fun diapers are 
for boys to wear and use. I felt good that he was allowing himself to 
feel good about his natural boyhood feelings that resulted from his 
being in diapers, which I also felt was very natural for any boy who 
came to associate all his sexual impulses synonymously with the 
constant presence of diapers in that area of his body. At the same 
time, his religious beliefs were not compromised out of all this. I 
would have felt bad if he hadn't turned his Bible back over after we 
jacked off together.
	I had known from the moment that I introduced myself to the other 
boys in my cabin that when this day came, the day we all boarded our 
buses for home, it would be hard to say goodbye to them. The moment was 
every bit as difficult to swallow as I anticipated. We hoped to meet 
again at the camp next year, but plans change and nothing was certain 
as to whether or not we would see each other again. We all exchanged 
mailing addresses and agreed to stay in touch.
	Everyone was most interested in finding out if Tony and I would 
make our national television debut in diapers. They felt like they were 
among two future celebrities. I figured if I were to get my fifteen 
minutes of fame, it would be only appropriate for a boy like me that it 
involved diapers.
	When it was time to leave we all threw our stuff into the bus 
that would be carrying our bags. Tony and I and most of the other boys 
were still in just diapers at this point. Nathan, Bryce, Tony and I 
left our shorts in our bas. We then boarded the bus. A roll call was 
conducted to ensure that everyone was accounted for. Then the driver 
reminded us that those of us who did not have our pants or shorts on 
would have to leave the bus wearing just diapers upon arriving at the 
school in the middle of town. The school was on a major thoroughfare 
and no doubt a lot of passersby would find it quite amusing to see a 
bunch of diaper-clad boys running to meet their waiting families. The 
four of us took a vote. It was unanimously decided to stay in just our 
diapers, especially seeing that the other boys on the bus were not 
getting up. Only a few boys decided at the last minute to get their 
shorts. When they returned, the driver said, "Anybody else? This is 
your last chance, boys."
	After a couple seconds of silence, the driver said, "going 
once...going twice...gone!" With this, he shut the door and started the 
engine.
	The drive back seemed even longer than the drive getting up here, 
even taking into account the fact that our bus had broken down on the 
way up. There wasn't a lot of talking on the way back. Most of the boys 
were tired and wanting to get home. As much as I enjoyed Camp Branson, 
I couldn't wait to get back home, get my butt super-diapered by Lisa 
and Cindy, as they undoubtedly missed doing this, and then crawl into 
my soft and comfy crib.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 49
---------------------------

	After trying to rest on the bus while riding down the rough and 
bumpy road from the mountains, it was good just to see paved road 
again, and it was even better to see the first signs of returning to 
town, such as billboards, houses and stopping at the first red light 
since we had left. It felt good to be back home again. As we approached 
the school I could see several cars and people waiting outside as the 
caravan of buses pulled in. After the bus stopped we got off of the 
bus. I felt silly exiting the bus and walking out onto the parking lot 
wearing just my diaper and my shirt, but seeing that most of the boys 
were like this, I knew I wasn't the only one. Still, I could only 
imagine what the people driving by and riding by on their bicycles 
thought as dozens of conspicuously diapered boys exited from the three 
passenger buses. Tony and I went over to the bus carrying our 
belongings. Dozens of diaper-clad boys then dispersed throughout the 
parking lot to meet with their families again.
	Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I walked together as we lugged our heavy 
bags around while we tried to locate our families. Looking at 
everyone's sagging diaper-butts it was easy to see that we were all due 
for a change. Even Tony and I were conspicuously in need of diaper 
changes in spite of the fact that we were wearing Thickies disposables.
	Nathan's mother waved to him as she saw the four of us ambling 
about the parking lot trying to find where our families were waiting. 
At this point we realized that we would likely not see Nathan again or 
at least talk to him unless we exchanged phone numbers or something, 
being that he would be attending a different school than us. Quickly he 
gave us his number and told us to call him as he headed towards his 
mother's car.
	"We will," I said. "We'll keep in touch."
	Bryce then located his family. Cindy was waiting with Bryce's 
sister Gina. Cindy then got out of the car and greeted us.
	"You guys!" she said. "You just can't stand to cover up those 
diapers, can you?"
	"I guess we've sort of gotten used to it," I said.
	"Even though everyone driving by sees you boys in your diapers," 
Cindy said. She then waved to Gina as they pulled away.
	"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked.
	"They're not here," Cindy said.
	"What?" I said, surprised.
	"I said they're not here," Cindy repeated. "We have to walk back 
home."
	"You're kidding!" I said, realizing that this would mean I would 
have to walk home in diapers, ditto for Tony. As if this wasn't enough, 
we had heavy bags to haul home.
	"Then why don't we get a ride from Bryce's Mom?" I asked.
	"Too late, they're already down the road," Cindy said.
	"What about my Mom?" Tony asked. "Chris can ride back with us."
	"I haven't seen her," Cindy said. "Come on, diaper-butts, home's 
this way!"
	"Are you shitting me?" I asked Cindy.
	"No, but from the looks of that diaper on your butt, you sure 
shit yourself!" Cindy remarked.
	Suddenly Kara came running out.
	"Tony! We're over here!"
	"Ahh, Kara!" Cindy said, sounding disappointed. "You knew we 
wanted to fool the boys!"
	"So Mom and Dad *are* here, right?" I said, having realized that 
Cindy was joking.
	"Yes, they are," Cindy said, hinting an apology in her voice.
	"Very funny," I said.
	"Oh come on, Chris, lighten up. Lisa and I haven't had you around 
for two weeks to tease, we missed you!" With this, Lisa patted me on 
the butt.
	"And I missed patting your DIAPER BUTT!" Cindy said as she chased 
me around the lot, having cleared of several cars now. I felt the poop 
squishing around in the back of my diaper as I ran.
	"Cindy! Not here!"
	"Gee, Chris, it isn't like there aren't other diapered boys 
around here," Cindy said.
	"Look, I'm tired, okay?" I asked Cindy. "I'm ready for a nap when 
I get home."
	"Well, stinky-butt, before you get a nap, you'd better get a 
nappy!"
	"Whatever," I said, dismissing the remark.
	"'Nappy' means diaper in Britain," Cindy added, seeing that I 
didn't catch this. "Of all people, I would think *you* would have known 
that one, Chris!"
	Kara then led Tony to where his mother was parked and waiting, 
which was just three cars down from where my own family was waiting.
	"Bye, Tony! See you tomorrow!" I said as we parted ways.
	When Cindy led me to the car, I was surprised to see that Lisa 
was sitting in the driver's seat. Dad was sitting in the back seat. I 
wasn't used to seeing this. Cindy went up to Lisa from the driver's 
side window and asked for the keys to the trunk. Lisa pulled them out 
of the ignition and handed them to Cindy. She then opened the trunk so 
that I could put my bags in it. Cindy then opened the back door and had 
me get in as I sat down next to Dad. Cindy then got in and closed the 
door behind her. She handed the keys back to Lisa.
	"Glad to see you back, son," Dad said. "How was camp?"
	"It was fun," I said, though in a groggy voice.
	"We got your 'novel' in the mail," Dad said, referring to my 
letter. "It sounds like you had a lot of excitement."
	"I did, but I'll sure he glad to get home and sleep in my own bed 
again."
	"You sleep in a crib, Chris, remember?" Lisa said from the front.
	"Bed, crib, whatever," I said. "I know it's more comfortable."
	"Everybody got your seatbelts on?" Lisa asked all of us. I still 
hadn't fastened mine yet.
	"Are *you* driving, Lisa?" I asked in surprise, having nearly 
forgotten that she had been taking driver's training while I was at 
camp.
	"Yes, Chris, *I* am driving," Lisa said, having taken offense to 
the tone of my remark.
	"She's doing really well," my Mom said as she was accompanying 
Lisa. "She'll have her license soon."
	"Can she drive now?" I asked.
	"Well, not really, but we don't have that far to go to get back 
home," my Mom said. At this point I was fumbling around for my 
seatbelt. Cindy could see that I was sitting on it, as the buckle was 
tucked down behind the seat.
	"Sit up," Cindy told me. As I sat up, she reached her hand under 
my diapered bottom.
	"Whoo, that diaper is ripe!" Cindy remarked as her knuckles 
pushed up against my butt as she pulled the buckle out from the seat. I 
sat back down and fastened it across my lap.
	"Start `er up!" my Mom said. Lisa started the car, put it into 
reverse and flawlessly backed it out of the parking space. I had always 
taken for granted that Mom and Dad and all the adults I had ridden with 
knew what they were doing, but I was nervous as I had never seen Lisa 
drive before. Lisa then put the car into drive and moved forward. She 
put on her turn signal upon leaving the parking lot as she was likely 
drilled to do in her driver's education class; I never saw Mom or Dad 
or any experienced driver do this. Then we were out on the street 
headed for home. Lisa had a good command of the car and she came to a 
perfect stop at the next red light. I felt better now. She was, 
admittedly, a good driver.
	On the way home everybody asked me about camp and all the things 
we did. Among the more mundane moments that I had at Camp Branson, I 
told them about the flagpole episode but I didn't mention that I was 
actually there when it happened. I told this story just as the rest of 
the camp believed that it had happened. I also withheld the fact that 
we got lost in the woods and had to be driven back to camp by another 
group of campers that we happened upon.
	"So, what are you doing without your shorts on, anyway?" Cindy 
asked me as se tugged at my wet and poopy diaper.
	"We just all decided to ride back without them," I said.
	"Did you use your Thickies diaper that I stuck in your bag?" Lisa 
asked as she looked at me in the rearview mirror.
	"Yes, I did, thanks," I said. "It made quite an impression on the 
other boys."
	"As thick as they are, I imagine it did," Lisa said.
	We made it back to the house in one piece as Lisa parked the car 
in the driveway. I got my bag out of the trunk and headed into the 
house. I never realized that I had missed home so much. It was the 
first time I had been in an air-conditioned environment. I went to the 
refrigerator and grabbed a cold soda and a glass of ice. I poured my 
drink into the ice I sat down in the kitchen and drank it down, 
savoring every sweet drop of the chilled, refreshing bubbly fizz.
	"Ready for your cloth diapers again, Diaper-Butt?" Lisa said as 
she came into the kitchen carrying an armload of diapers. She couldn't 
wait to diaper me, and it looked like she really wanted to diaper me up 
good.
	"If you don't mind, I want to shower first," I said.
	"Okay, we'll have the diapers ready," Lisa said as she went into 
my room and laid the diapers out.
	After I finished my drink I went into the bathroom and took off 
my soiled and soaked Thickies diaper. I stepped into the shower and 
washed myself clean. The poopy residue from my butt swirled down into 
the drain as I watched little pieces of fecal matter play follow-the-
leader straight into the sewer. After I got showered off I stepped out 
and dried myself off. It felt so nice and refreshing to be clean again.
	I held the towel around me as I walked into my room, though I 
realized that doing this was pointless as Lisa and Cindy always saw me 
naked anyway and were about to see me naked for the first time in two 
weeks as they had the diapers ready.
	I noticed that there were stacks of diapers on top of my 
dressers. Lisa then remarked on this, stating that they had run out of 
room for storing my diapers.
	"Since you were gone, Chris, we got you some bigger diapers, and 
then, since you weren't here to wear them and pee and poop in them all 
the time, we got them all washed. Usually you're wearing several of 
them and then there are more in the wash as well as several dirty ones, 
so when we got all your diapers washed we didn't realize you had so 
many of them!"
	I assumed my position on the changing table. Lisa and Cindy each 
shook powder over my waiting genitals. I had a very full erection.
	"I think Chris has grown since we last changed him," Lisa said, 
referring to my penis size.
	"Either that or we've just forgotten," Cindy said.
	My stiff dick didn't remain out in the open for long as the 
diapers were about to enshroud it in deep stacks of white cloth. With a 
stack of diapers too tall to stand without falling over, Lisa and Cindy 
each took turns putting a diaper on me and pinning it up tightly and 
abundantly. The stacked slowly diminished as the bulk around me 
increased accordingly. My sisters kept pinning diapers on me until I 
had over a dozen diapers on. These were just regular diapers, as to 
wear this many Thickies diapers at a time would be impossible.
	"We really missed diapering your butt," Lisa said. "So we're just 
making up for it."
	Cindy then brought over some of the brand new, bigger diapers 
that they had just gotten for me. With these diapers, Cindy took her 
turn at adding another diaper layer, followed by Lisa, then Cindy 
again, having applied a sixteenth and final diaper. All I could do was 
lie there before my two sisters, each of whom had ear-to-ear grins on 
their faces, glad to have their diaper-boy brother back again. My legs 
were spread apart by the very thick and wide diapers packed solidly 
into my crotch. It sure felt good to be back into super-thick and tight 
multiple cloth diapers again. I had an incredible hard-on and I 
couldn't wait to jack off, having missed the ultra-diapering that my 
sisters prided themselves upon giving me each day over the years. 
Lastly I had my plastic pants put on, a brand new Thickies pair, the 
biggest pair I had seen yet. Cindy handed me a shirt and she put it on 
for me. As high up as my diapers went I almost didn't really need the 
shirt but I was more comfortable with it on anyway. She then put some 
socks on my feet. Lisa pulled the gate down on my crib. I waddled over 
to it and climbed into it. My soft mattress was very much missed and 
appreciated as I lay myself down. It was too warm for the covers, so I 
just lay in the crib with my diapered state in full view. Lisa and 
Cindy stared at me for several seconds. I was wanting them to leave so 
I could jack off and then get some rest.
	"Uhh, can I rest now?" I asked.
	"Sure. We'll leave. We know you need some privacy now," Lisa 
giggled, knowing that I was not able to masturbate as much at camp.
	"We just missed seeing our Diaper-Butt brother," Cindy said.
	"You've got plenty of pictures," I said.
	"True, but you can't slap your DIAPER-BUTT in a picture!" Lisa 
said as she reached over the gate and gave me a good whap on the 
behind. She, too, missed the affection that she enjoyed giving me for 
being in diapers all the time.
	"Whoa, Cindy, we really diapered up that butt something 
seriously, didn't we!" Lisa said as she noted how much the diapers 
cushioned her hand as she patted my butt repeatedly.
	"Okay, enough already!" I said, even though I was sort of 
enjoying the attention.
	"Okay, we'll let you get some rest," Lisa said as she and Cindy 
finally left from my room. After they closed the door I began massaging 
the huge mass of diapers stretched and pinned up over my front, rising 
high enough to nearly cover up my nipples.
	I thought about how much I was diapered again and how good it 
felt. I missed being in such thick diapers. I realized how much I 
really loved being diapered. My intense thoughts ran through my mind as 
I thought what I or another boy looked like in these diapers. I thought 
about what the diapers would feel like in a couple hours after I had 
peed and pooped in them. Actually, I didn't have to wait that long as I 
paused to take a shit, which was accompanied by pissing in my diapers 
with an erect penis. As my dick was oriented so that it pointed 
straight towards my stomach, when I wet it soaked into the uppermost 
portion of the diapers. It made me especially glad that they came up so 
high on me. In the rear I loaded up what little space there was in 
between my butt cheeks and the diapers with a heavy discharge of poop. 
My gooey shit instantly spread all over my butt. I pooped some more and 
added to the mess that I would be stuck in for the next several hours. 
Even through all those thick diapers, the air around began to stink of 
poop. I felt so nasty and horny as I savored these wonderful diaper-boy 
feelings once again.
	Within a minute I came feverishly, draining myself of all the 
energy I had left in me. My semen drained from my balls and the jizz 
mixed in with the piss that had already soaked the high-rising front of 
my diapers. After my erection subsided and I got myself relaxed again, 
I turned back over on my side.
	As I lay there, I thought about one of the reasons I went to camp 
in the first place, so that I wouldn't be stuck at home wondering if I 
would be a TV Diaper Boy. I figured the all-important letter had 
arrived while I was gone. If I had been selected, I figured I would 
have been told first thing. Nothing had been said of this yet, so I was 
concerned. In spite of how much I wanted to find out, my whole body was 
limp and weak from jacking off, and I was too tired to get up from my 
comfortable crib, so I decided to find out after I was ready to get 
back up. I rolled onto my stomach and drifted off to sleep.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 50
---------------------------

	A couple hours later Lisa awakened me to join the family for 
dinner. I was still tired and groggy and my diaper was wet, at least 
the inner core of the thick mass of diapers that Lisa put on me. Still, 
I got up, looking forward to eating my first home-cooked meal in two 
weeks. I also wanted to find out if I had received any notification on 
being selected to model Thickies diapers.
	"Did they pick me?" I asked Lisa.
	"Did who pick you?" Lisa asked.
	"Aww, come on, Lisa, you know what I'm talking about!"
	"You'll find out after dinner," she said.
	"Why can't I know now? Did they send anything?"
	"Yes, they did," she said.
	"So tell me!" I demanded.
	"After dinner, okay?" she said.
	"Okay, fine. When's dinner ready?"
	"Oh, maybe thirty minutes," she said.
	"I was sound asleep; you could have let me sleep some more," I 
said.
	"You need some time to wake up," she said.
	I got out of my crib and waddled out of my bedroom and then down 
the hallway and into the living room. Dad was sitting in his chair 
reading the Sunday paper. He looked up at me and nodded, hinting a 
smile. Dad wasn't much on showing his positive emotions, even when he 
was happy.
	"Good to see you home again, son," my Dad said. "We missed you."
	"I missed you too, Dad," I said. I walked over to him and he 
patted my head and mussed up my hair. I sat down on the couch next to 
his recliner and asked what he and the family had done while I was 
away. It didn't seem like I missed much of anything in the family, but 
I had learned that a warehouse downtown had burned down and my old 
elementary school got broken into. Funny the things a person misses in 
just two weeks. I asked Dad about my being selected to appear in the 
Thickies advertisements.
	"We'll talk about it at dinner," he said.
	"Can't you tell me now?" I asked.
	"Well, we'd rather discuss it as a family," he said.
	"So there *is* something to discuss?" I inflected my voice 
excitedly?"
	"Well, yes," my dad said with a positive tone. "But that doesn't 
mean yes or no," he added. "One of the reasons we sent you to camp was 
so you wouldn't be home bugging us about it."
	"So do you want me to go, that is, if I was chosen?" I asked Dad.
	"Of course, son," my Dad added. "I just think we should be 
together at the table when we talk about it."
	"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that I would 
remain in suspense for at least another half hour. I didn't know what 
the big deal was about making me wait to find out if I was picked or 
not.
	"Can't wait to find out, can you, boy?" my dad said. I had a 
feeling that they wouldn't be withholding this information from me if 
the answer was no. On the other hand, maybe they wanted me to enjoy 
dinner and get settled back in at home before delivering the bad news. 
I leaned back and sat with my legs apart and exposing the thickness and 
the width of the crotch of my diapers. Dad looked over at me and looked 
at my crotch, noting the uniform stack of diapers layered over me in a 
tight, solid pack.
	"I'm glad your sisters haven't lost their touch," my Dad 
commented on how heavily and tightly I was diapered up. Dad also had a 
baseball game on TV, and as much as I wasn't much for sports, I got 
caught up in it and watched it a little. After a little while I asked 
Dad for the comics page and Dad handed it to me, so I read them and 
passed the time. Cotton also came up to me and meowed as he hopped up 
on the couch and curled up in my lap, apparently having missed the 
softness and the warmth of my diapers. He purred and kneaded my bulky 
diapers while I read the comics. After I was done reading and Cotton 
was done showing how much he missed me I got up and waddled to the 
kitchen, where Mom greeted me.
	"Looks like the girls missed diapering you," my Mom commented as 
I came up to her in very thick diapers. I looked at the stove and saw 
that she was stirring a pot of spaghetti with meatballs. This was most 
definitely a treat! I loved spaghetti, and after two weeks of either 
undercooked or overcooked hot dogs, beans and overly greasy hamburgers, 
this was going to be a good dinner, indeed.
	Mom set her spoon down and inspected my diapers by pulling back 
my plastic pants. She put her fingers in between my bottommost diaper 
and my back and her thumb on my topmost diaper and determined the 
volume of diapers that I had on was quite impressive.
	"My, my, Lisa, looks like you put enough diapers on him to supply 
an entire day care with a diarrhea epidemic for a whole month!" my Mom 
commented.
	"That's how he's usually diapered," Lisa said while she was 
making the salad. "Well, maybe I exaggerated a little, but still, well, 
I missed diapering him, what can I say?"
	"I guess I've forgotten just how much Chris likes to be diapered 
up," my Mom said, patting me on the butt again. She then pulled my 
plastic pants down to my knees and then examined the number of diaper 
layers in my crotch, detecting that I had already wet them. Mom then 
pulled my plastic pants back up. At this moment I farted in Mom's face.
	"Chris!" my Mom said in a partly humorous way.
	"You mean you actually heard that one?" I said, slapping my own 
diapered butt to further acknowledge how thickly I was wearing my 
diapers. It felt so good to wear all my thick diapers after two weeks. 
I was getting hard and horny again and I wanted to jack off some more.
	"Yes, and I smelled it, too, even through this wall of cotton on 
your butt!" With this, Mom hit my butt even harder, knowing that I 
wouldn't feel it. I think she missed seeing her diaper boy running 
around the house, too.
	"Sorry, must be the beans from camp still processing in my 
system," I said to Mom.
	"We'll just have to get used to that smell and more around here 
again," my Mom said. "Your diaper odors had dissipated while you were 
gone."
	Lisa then came up to me and started spanking my diapered butt.
	"I missed you. Chris," she said. "I missed spanking your big, 
thick diapered butt!" I actually didn't mind her doing this to me, and 
in fact, I was enjoying it and even letting it show. It felt good for 
things to be back to normal, I mused as I thought about this activity 
as being "normal."
	"Okay, that's enough," Mom said to Lisa.
	"Mom, I think he likes it!" Lisa said. She then took a couple 
more hard swings. "You can't hurt him, anyway!"
	"Well, I need to go wash up, Lisa," Mom said as she stopped Lisa 
from her affectionate spanking of my behind "Can you finish stirring 
this?" my Mom asked Lisa so that she could go wash her hands after 
having touched my wet diapers.
	Finally, dinner was served. Cindy came out of her room and joined 
the rest of us at the table. I don't remember a time when spaghetti, 
green salad and garlic bread looked better to me than it did tonight. 
This, and very thick diapers. I felt, well, pampered in more ways than 
one.
	Still, the burning question: was I going to be Mr. Diaper Boy 
USA? After Lisa finished her second big helping, she brought up the 
topic.
	"When should we tell him?" Lisa asked.
	"I think he's had enough suspense," my Dad said, seeing that I 
had cleared my plate for the second time. My Mom got up from the table 
to hand me the letter. I pulled it out of the already opened envelope 
and unfolded it. Now I was very nervous and shaking. I couldn't even 
hold the letter still enough to read it very well. In fact, I could 
barely hold the letter in my hand at all.
	I looked at the CKM Products letterhead and then the date. I 
almost couldn't bring myself to read it in case it wasn't good news. I 
decided to read it all at once and end this self-torture.

Dear Mr. Barrett:

CKM Products has concluded its final screening of its applicants for 
appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand diapers. The final 
candidates have been selected for modeling the diapers. Many factors 
went into consideration and the process of determining our candidates 
was a very difficult decision for our panel.

After having carefully screened hundreds of applicants and dozens of 
qualifying hopefuls for appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand 
diapers, I am pleased to inform you that you have been SELECTED to 
model our reusable diaper products.

	"YYESSSS!!!" I exclaimed. I was so happy I literally shit my 
diapers! "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
	"Congratulations, Chris!" my Dad said from across the table.
	"Congratulations, brother!" Cindy said. "I knew you'd make the 
perfect diaper model!"
	I got up from the table and I went over to Mom. I gave her a hug. 
I shook Dad's hand. Lisa and Cindy each gave me a hug as well as a 
kiss, and of course, a swat on the butt.
	I went back to my seat and finished reading the rest of the 
letter. We talked about my being selected while we cleared the table 
and put the dishes in the dishwasher. We then sat down again and ate 
ice cream for dessert.
	I was so excited about having been selected for being in the 
Thickies diaper commercials that I didn't even think about Tony and 
whether he had also been selected.
	"I hope Tony was selected, too," I said.
	"Well, Chris, that's why we were a little hesitant to tell you 
right away," my Dad said.
	"What do you mean?" I asked.
	"Tony didn't make it," my father replied.
	I had come down from the exhilarating high that I was feeling 
just a moment ago. While I was still excited that I was selected, I was 
feeling bummed out that Tony was not going to be going to join me in 
the commercials. I felt like we had been a team all along and we should 
be in this thing together. I decided to call Tony right away. I knew he 
would be disappointed, and as I talked to him on the phone, my 
expectations were met.
	It was hard to talk about how excited I was to appear in the 
commercial when I knew that Tony would think I was rubbing it in. He 
seemed to take the news gracefully, though, as disappointed he was.
	"I will be getting a year's supply of Thickies disposables as a 
consolation," Tony said. It was only a small comfort to him, knowing 
that he had fallen so short of having attained this achievement.
	"How do they determine a year's supply of diapers anyway?" I 
asked, trying to lighten up the discussion somewhat. It helped, for a 
moment, anyway.
	"You're right, Chris, not everyone changes their diapers as often 
as others do," he said with a small laugh. Tony also sounded a little 
more hopeful when he said that he still may be chosen in the event that 
one of the other finalists would not be able to go.
	"Let's keep our fingers crossed," Tony said.
	"Right now my fingers are about the only thing I can cross," I 
said.
	"What do you mean?" Tony asked.
	"Well, I sure can't cross my legs right now since Lisa diapered 
me up plentifully," I said. While I was talking to Tony I tried 
crossing my legs, knowing full well that I couldn't even get my knees 
to touch, let alone get my legs to cross. No matter how hard I tried, 
the thick diapers in my crotch ensured that I would remain bow-legged 
and forced to waddle for the next several hours. The thought of being 
diapered like this as well as the sensation and the sight of all the 
diapers I was wearing brought me to a full erection again. Nobody was 
in the kitchen, so I started rubbing myself while sitting at the 
kitchen table talking on the phone.
	"Lisa and Cindy really missed diapering me," I said as I pulled 
down the side of my plastic pants and starting idly picking at the many 
diaper pins that locked my diapers onto me so tightly.
	"Kara missed me, too," Tony said. "She changed my diapers the 
minute we got home."
	Before I realized it, I had been talking to Tony for almost half 
an hour. He was laughing and he almost sounded like he had shaken off 
his disappointment over not being chosen to appear in the Thickies 
commercials. Still, I knew he was feeling down about this, and the 
topic returned once more before I hung up.
	"My Mom's taking me and Kara out to pizza and a movie tomorrow 
night to cheer me up," Tony said. "She said you're invited as well."
	"Thanks," I said. "I'll look forward to it."
	"Maybe we can have a sleepover as well," he said. We had slept in 
each other's presence among other boys for the last two weeks. Tonight 
would be my first night to myself and having a comfortable bed-- or in 
my case, a crib. As much as I wanted more than one night alone and in 
comfort, I felt that it would make Tony feel better if I spent the 
night at his house tomorrow. After having gotten permission, I told 
Tony I would see him tomorrow night.
	After I hung up I went over to the computer and started writing 
an account of my experiences at Camp Branson. This took up the last two 
hours or so of my time before I had to go to bed. Lisa was already in 
bed as she had to get up early since she still had another week of 
driver's training. Dad was also in bed as he had to work early, so it 
was just Cindy, Mom and myself. Mom was taking a late night bath before 
going to bed. It was past eleven o-clock when Cindy's show on TV was 
over. She approached me, still in her denim shorts and blouse, and she 
asked me what I was writing.
	"Just a story about the camp," I said as I turned off the monitor 
so she wouldn't see what I was typing. I was writing about the part 
where Jonny and I sneaked out one night and I helped him sabotage the 
boys in Cabin Five.
	"Why don't you want me to see it?" Cindy asked me.
	"Because it's private," I said sternly.
	"Private?" Cindy questioned with a laugh.
	"Yeah, private, you know, like, secret," I said, resenting her 
nosiness.
	"You have no secrets left, Chris," Cindy said. "I see you naked 
dick, balls and butt covered in pee and poop every day and I clean it 
up, and I see how you react to this, being a boy and all. I smell your 
poop and your farts. Most of all, I know what you do in your diapers 
besides pee and poop in them, and I know what you think about when you 
do it," Cindy added, grinning ear to ear. "I know how that diaper-
obsessed mind of yours works, little brother."
	"Well, still, just respect my privacy, okay?" I said. Cindy 
ignored my request and she reached over me and turned the monitor on.
	"Hey!" I said, trying to push her away.
	"There's no such thing as privacy for you anymore, Chris," Cindy 
said. "I wanna read it!"
	"No!" I said, turning the monitor back off again. I was standing 
in front of the computer with my legs spread, sticking my diapered butt 
in Cindy's face. While I was in this position I dumped a load of shit 
in my diapers.
	"You know what all I did at camp, I told you and everyone all of 
that," I said, feeling the ooze still emerging from my butt and filling 
up the back half of my thick, still-exteriorly white diapers.
	"I tend to doubt that you told us *everything,*" Cindy said.
	"Okay,, so I left out some mundane and unimportant details, big 
deal," I said. Cindy wasn't buying it. She was almost fourteen and she 
had her share of sex education at school, not necessarily from the 
teachers. She knew more about boys than I wanted her to know, 
especially *this* boy-- me, her brother.
	"I bet you and those other boys did some things while you were 
all together in the cabin that you haven't told us!" Cindy said, trying 
to force it out of me. I sat back down, feeling the poop mess in my 
diapers press up into my butt crack and ooze up to my balls.
	"Really, and what makes you think of these things, Cindy?" I said 
as I turned around and sat facing Cindy with my legs straddling the 
chair.
	"Because, I know what you think about, diaper boy!" she said with 
a satisfied expression on her face, looking down at my diapered crotch. 
Seeing that I appeared to be momentarily distracted by admiring my 
diapered state she caught me off guard and got up and turned the 
monitor on again. I turned around and I hit the "page up" key so that 
it would scroll to where less sensitive information had been written.
	"We started jacking off in our diapers," Cindy read aloud as she 
picked out a sample sentence to read. "I betcha Mom would be proud of 
you for writing this," she said. "She already knows you write this kind 
of stuff anyway. Like I said, Chris, you have no privacy and no 
secrets, anymore."
	Mom came back out from her bath and asked Cindy if she had 
changed me yet.
	"Nope, not yet," she said.
	"You kids should be getting to bed," my Mom said to us. "Better 
take him in and change him."
	"Okay, will do, Mom!" Cindy said joyfully. "But I wanna get ready 
for bed first," Cindy said.
	"Sure," Mom said. With this, Cindy ran to her room to change into 
her nightgown.
	"Time for your diaper change, Chris," Mom said to me as I went 
back to the computer. "Go get ready for Cindy to change you. You've 
been on that computer all night."
	"Can I do just one more thing?" I asked.
	"You have all day tomorrow to finish," my Mom said. "It's getting 
late."
	"It's not like I have to go to school," I protested.
	"No, but you're tired, you just got back from camping, you need 
your rest."
	"Just one thing, okay?" I pleaded. "Otherwise I'll forget," I 
said.
	Mom sighed and told me to hurry it up with whatever I needed to 
do since she knew Cindy would be right back out. I had a feeling that 
Cindy would try to find out what I was writing, and then of course show 
it to Lisa and Mom and Dad and everyone else once she got a copy of it. 
I knew that all the things I wrote about concerning pissing, shitting 
and jacking off in diapers was nothing new to Cindy's or Lisa's eyes, 
but I didn't want them or my parents finding out about my involvement 
in getting the other boys in trouble at camp. I went back to the 
computer and brought the word processor back up. I called up the file 
and added a password to it. I then saved the file, exited, moved it to 
another section on the hard drive and then renamed it. For good measure 
I compressed the file and then I also "hid" the compressed file so that 
it wouldn't appear in the directory. I still had a secret or two, and 
it was now safe at last.
	Cindy was delayed a few minutes by stopping to use the bathroom 
on her way out, giving me the time I needed to take all the necessary 
safeguards to protect what I felt was my one and only secret from my 
family. She came back out wearing a thin nightgown to keep cool on such 
a hot summer night. I could even see her skimpy panties showing through 
the thin fabric. My diapers had to have been literally several dozen 
times, probably well over a hundred times thicker than Cindy's panties, 
not to mention that my diapers went up so high on my back, whereas her 
bikini-style panties barely covered her butt crack. Not only this, but 
unlike Cindy's nightgown-- essentially a long shirt-- my shirt left my 
diapers entirely exposed, even as high up as my diapers rose. The 
thought of this comparison of our undergarments gave me an intense 
hard-on as I once again thought about how privilege I felt to be a boy 
in very thick diapers.
	"I can't tell if you smell because you're padded so well!" Cindy 
said as she swatted me on the butt repeatedly.
	"I can tell," Mom said.
	"Must be my allergies," Cindy commented.
	"When you get his diapers off, that'll clear your sinuses, 
especially if he smells like that when he's diapered up like that," Mom 
commented.
	"Yeah, Lisa did diaper up his butt pretty heavily," Cindy said. 
"That is, *more* heavily than usual. I mean, geez, since when *don't* 
we at least diaper you *heavily*, you know, Chris?"
	"It was nice breathing fresh air in this house while it lasted," 
Mom commented while Cindy escorted me to my bedroom.
	Cindy pulled off my plastic pants and then she spent several 
minutes taking out all the pins. I wouldn't say that she had gotten 
rusty in the last two weeks, but she wasn't quite as fast undiapering 
me as I was used to. Either that or it just seemed that way since Lisa 
decided to use even more pins than normal, with "normal" still being a 
dozen pins or so for each diaper.
	"Now I can smell you," Cindy said as she finally got the last 
diaper off. She cleaned me up thoroughly and in the process kept my 
dick as hard as it could be without ejaculating. I was worried that I 
would shoot my load while she cleansed the shit off of my nuts and I 
almost did. Perhaps the fear of this happening is what prevented it.
	With my butt and crotch returned to cleanliness, Cindy diapered 
me up again. She used a triple set of Thickies on me, which was even 
thicker than what Lisa had put on me. At this rate I would eventally be 
wearing diapers with a crotch thick enough to come down to my knees! 
The surface of the diapers was already several inches from my skin as 
it was. This wasn't an airy, fluffy stack, but a solid mass of fabric; 
I could have bounced a quarter off of my diapered crotch!
	After Cindy diapered me for the night she went over to my 
drawers. I couldn't imagine what else she could possibly have me wear 
with my diapers. She pulled out the diaper alarm that had been stored 
away while I was gone, the device that measured the frequency and the 
volume of my body's output that collected in my diapers.
	"We should have been using this on you," Cindy said as she 
strapped it around me and inserted the sensors deep down inside my 
thick diapers. "We have no other way to tell what's in your diapers or 
how much."
	She activated the unit and it beeped to life. She did mute the 
sound, however so that it wouldn't wake me every time I peed and pooped 
in my sleep. Cindy then had to help me into my crib as my diapers made 
walking impractical. As it was hot and that my heavy diapers made me 
feel hot, but otherwise comfortable, I just lay there in my crib, 
waiting for Cindy to turn the light off and shut the door. I jacked off 
wildly, using the last of my energy that day and then I drifted off to 
sleep, enjoying the soft comfort of my own crib.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 51-60