FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 61
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	While the washing machine was running, Derek decided that in 
spite of his lack of decent outer attire, he would go outside and play 
basketball with me. I decided the game wasn't so bad after all, at 
least while playing with Derek. I just hated playing with the kids at 
school since they were all assholes and they always told me that I 
sucked. I'll admit that I did suck at basketball and most sports in 
general, but Derek was decent enough not to say that I sucked.
	Derek's movement was encumbered noticeably by his wearing the 
bulky multiple underpants, but he still dashed his way around the 
driveway, and if anything, I was doing even worse since the sight of 
Derek's "diapered" bottom distracted me. Several times I let the 
basketball bounce away and roll into the street. I had to chase it down 
several times. My being in just diapers caught the attention of people 
who either drove by or went by on foot or on bicycle. From their 
vantage point they saw two boys donning thick diapers.
	"Found yourself a new diaper buddy, Chris?" one girl shouted. Her 
friends laughed as they kept going.
	"Diapers are for boys!" I heard another one of the girls shout 
after they were out of my sight. Of course I didn't argue with her 
contention.
	By this time it had been a couple hours since we had taken the 
laxatives and I had really pooped a lot into my diapers. I was really 
beginning to smell strongly of shit and I could feel it in my diapers. 
My balls were completely engulfed in a puddle of liquefied stool that 
had found its way to the front of my diapers. Derek had loaded his 
"diapers" as well, but he had to tell me that he did since I couldn't 
see any such evidence of it through his bulky underpants. The smell of 
my own dirty diapers masked Derek's odors.
	"See? It works," I told Derek. "I can't tell that you've pooped 
in your diapers, or your underwear, whatever."
	"I pooped a lot," he said. "I need to go change, though."
	"Ahh, wear 'em awhile," I told him as I patted him on the 
shoulder. "That's what they're for. I go for several hours with shit in 
my diapers all the time."
	Jennie and Steven had returned from the store. Jennie was 
carrying a gallon of milk while Steven was carrying a jumbo-sized 
package of extra-large boys' diapers. The jumbo pack of diapers was 
further assurance that he wasn't about to be potty trained anytime 
soon. Jennie saw right away that Derek was outside in diapers, or at 
least from a distance she thought he was wearing diapers.
	"Derek! What are you doing outside like that?!" Jennie asked her 
brother.
	"Chris is dressed the same way," Derek explained.
	"Your butt sticks out like a sore thumb, you know," Jennie said.
	"Then my butt must stick out like a sore hand," I remarked as I 
pointed to my smelly, diapered ass.
	"Where did you get diapers?" Jennie asked Derek, still thinking 
this was what he was wearing.
	"I'm not wearing diapers," Derek said.
	"Sure looks like it to me!" she said.
	"But they're not diapers!" Derek argued.
	Jennie then came closer and she realized that Derek had on 
several pairs of underpants instead.
	"What is this?" Jennie asked as she observed Derek from behind 
and could see that his butt was well-covered by several boys' briefs. 
She pulled back several waistbands and snapped them back onto Derek. 
She grabbed more pairs the second time, enough to see why Derek had put 
on several pairs of underwear.
	"Euugh!" Jennie said as the smells of Derek's poopy bottom and 
the sight of said poop reached her face. "You shit in them!"
	"This is my, uhh, my diaper," Derek explained sheepishly.
	"I knew it, Derek, I just knew it, you wanted to wear diapers 
just like Chris, and it looks like you figured out a way to do it," 
Jennie remarked. "My, don't you look cute!"
	"I'm having accidents, I'm telling you," Derek said.
	"Really, so you decided that you'd just put on a bunch of 
underpants and poop in them like a diaper since that's what Chris is 
doing, right?"
	"I suggested it to him," I said. "This is what I used to do when 
I had accidents."
	"So, where are your pants?" Jennie asked Derek.
	"They got dirty, so I'm washing them," he said. "This is all I 
have to wear. Besides, my pants won't fit over these anyway."
	"Wait until Mom finds out about this," Jennie said with a 
fiendish tone in her voice.
	"Jennie!" Derek pleaded. She ignored Derek and kept walking into 
the house, taking Steven in with her.
	"Let her tell on you," I told Derek. "I've got everything 
covered."
	"I hope you do," I said to Derek. He still seemed to be worried.
	Derek and I went into the house to cool off and watch some TV, 
not that there was much to watch at this time of day.
	"You'd better hope that underwear holds up," Jennie said as she 
pointed to Derek sitting on the couch. "I don't want to sit in your 
shit after you get up."
	"That's why I'm wearing so many of them," Derek explained to 
Jennie.
	"In case you've forgotten, Derek, we do have a toilet in this 
house, you know," Jennie said. "But since you don't seem to care about 
using it, you might as well just poop up all your underwear just like 
Chris poops up all his diapers, just like your little brother who will 
never use the potty, either."
	Jennie then took Steven's shorts off and laid him down on the 
floor. She took off his diaper and said, "ooh, messy boy! Messy boy!" 
as she examined the poopy mess. She then cleaned Steven's bottom and 
entertained his little penis in the process, albeit unintentionally and 
unavoidably. She had a clean diaper back on him. His shorts remained 
off and Steven went around in just his diaper and a shirt.
	"Three boys in diapers in this house," Jennie said. "No wonder it 
stinks so much in here!"
	A few minutes later Jennie had lunch ready for all of us. We sat 
around the table and ate soup and sandwiches and drank milk. While 
eating, Derek loaded his underpants some more. He let out a juicy wet 
fart to indicate the activity going on underneath the mixture of Hanes, 
Fruit of the Loom and other brands of briefs that composed his 
improvised diapers.
	"How long is this gonna last?" Derek asked me.
	"It varies," I said. "For me it seems like it's an ongoing thing 
anymore, and since I'm in diapers all the time it doesn't matter how 
long having the runs lasts for me."
	At the same time I made mouth gestures to Derek to caution him 
about slipping up and revealing to Jennie that he had taken the 
laxatives. It was too late, though, as Jennie was already clued in and 
suspicious of Derek's behavior.
	"How long is *what* gonna last?" Jennie asked.
	"He's got the runs," I said. "He was asking how long they were 
going to last."
	"Why? So you can see how much longer you can go around acting 
like you're in diapers?" Jennie said to Derek.
	"Look, Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put on a bunch of 
underpants and shit in them, so you're only doing it because you want 
to!"
	"No I'm not," Derek denied again, although not very convincingly.
	"Look, I get the runs from time to time, but I still make it to 
the toilet," Jenny said. "In fact, I had a little case of them 
yesterday, but you didn't see me doing anything like what you're doing. 
Come to my room and I'll even show you my underwear from yesterday."
	Jenny led Derek into her bedroom and I followed. She reached for 
the skimpy, hot pink pair of panties that she said to have worn 
yesterday. She held them up and showed the crotch to Derek and me.
	"Now, do you see any poop?" she asked.
	"Uhh, no," Derek replied.
	"Exactly," Jennie said. "I had to go to the toilet a couple extra 
times, but I still kept my pants clean."
	"It's just easier if I do it this way," Derek said as he pointed 
to his multiple underpants, snapping at the waistnbands.
	"Ahh, I see," Jennie said. "Maybe you should take some medicine 
for it like I did." Jennie then left from her bedroom and headed to the 
bathroom. Derek and I went back out to the front room. While Jennie was 
in the bathroom, Derek mentioned that he had just peed in his 
underpants.
	"Did it soak through your underwear?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, I got the chair wet," he said. "I need to go change 
again."
	Jennie came back out of the bathroom carrying with her a tablet 
that looked just like the laxatives that we had taken.
	"Here, take this," Jennie said, handing Derek the pill.
	"I can't take this," Derek said as he examined the tablet.
	"Why not?" Jennie said. "If you really want to get over your 
runs, you'd want to take it. Otherwise, you're telling me that you 
don't want to get better so you can keep wearing half of your underwear 
drawer and poop in them."
	"This isn't the right medicine," Derek said.
	"How do you know?" Jennie asked him.
	"It looks like Mom's laxatives," Derek said.
	"Oh shit," I thought. "We're busted now."
	"What, you been going through the medicine cabinet?" Jennie asked 
him.
	"No," Derek said. "I've seen Mom take those before, and one time 
she even gave me one."
	Jennie took the tablet out of Derek's hand and examined it. She 
turned it over. Both sides were blank and unlabeled. Jennie had 
apparently rubbed off the identification marking on the tablet and had 
purposely intended to give it to Derek so he would shit even more.
	"It doesn't say Ex-Lax on it," Jennie said. "Take it."
	"You take one first, then I'll take one," Derek said.
	"I don't have the runs right now, Derek, so I don't need to take 
one," Jennie stated. She handed it back to Derek and told him, "just 
take it."
	Derek had no idea that he was taking another laxative tablet even 
after suspecting that this was what he was given. I wanted to stop 
Derek from taking the tablet, knowing that he would be overdoing it and 
exacerbating the conditions that he had already induced. If I had 
mentioned something, then Jennie would have known that I had suggested 
that Derek take the laxatives. Now it appeared that Jennie wanted to 
pour more fuel on the fire. I knew that Derek was going to be in for 
some serious shitting before the day was over.
	Derek got up from the table as he finished the last of his milk. 
Jennie noticed that his underpants were wet.
	"You peed in your underwear, too!" Jennie said. Now I definitely 
know you want to wear diapers! Why did you pee in your underwear?"
	"You were in the bathroom," I said.
	"For what, two minutes?" Jennie said. "Give it up, Derek. You've 
cooked your goose."
	"I figured since I was wearing my underwear to poop in, in case I 
had an accident, I thought I could pee in it, too. That, and, uh, well, 
it would take too long for me to take all my underwear off and peeing 
in them was easier."
	"You want to wear diapers, admit it," Jennie said. Derek didn't 
say anything as he got up to go change.
	"Oh, by the way, Derek," Jennie said, getting his attention 
before he entered his room. "That was a laxative I gave you."
	"Uh oh," Derek said as he thought about what would happen to him.
	"I'd make sure you have lots more clean underwear, or stay close 
to the toilet," Jennie said.
	"Why did you give me a laxative?" Derek asked Jennie.
	"Because I know you want to wear diapers, so I just wanted to 
give you more of a reason to wear them. Happy pooping, boys!"
	Derek went into his room and stripped off his stinky briefs, 
which were thoroughly soaked in piss and wet shit. He made his third 
trip to the shower today to clean himself off.
	"Wouldn't it be easier if someone else cleaned you up each time?" 
I said to Derek upon returning to his bedroom as I watched him put the 
remaining supply of his underwear on, twelve pairs. It wasn't long 
before these, too, became soiled, and then soiled some more. The 
laxatives had taken all of the solid wastes out of Derek's system and 
he was now just shitting liquid, instantly soaking up the seats of his 
dozen briefs. The laxative had been doing its work in my system as 
well, causing me to make a big mess of my diapers, as thick as they 
were. Derek also peed in his briefs and he soaked them all the way to 
the front. He didn't expect his pee to penetrate twelve pairs of 
underwear and he left a wet spot on the floor where he was sitting.
	"That's what you need plastic pants for," I told him. I then 
pulled the front of my plastic pants down and I showed him that even as 
thick as my diapers are, they still get soaked to the front.
	"I don't have any clean pants or shorts or anything left to 
wear," Derek said as he got back up and stood there wearing twelve 
stained pairs of underwear at the same time. I helped him gather up the 
rest of his soiled underwear and take it to the washing machine. We put 
his pants and shorts in the dryer and started another load in the 
washing machine, containing all of his underwear except the pairs that 
he had on at the moment to contain the poop.
	"I'm gonna have to keep this underwear on until I get the rest of 
my underwear washed," Derek said as he tugged at the waistbands of his 
outermost pairs.
	"Maybe you should wear some diapers now," I said to Derek. Given 
the condition of his underwear and his desperate need for something 
clean to wear that he could poop in., I felt confident that he would 
want to wear real diapers now.
	"I wish I had some diapers like you, Chris," he said. "But I 
don't have any diapers, unless I wear Steven's, and they won't fit."
	"We can go to my house and get you some diapers," I told Derek.
	Derek agreed with this, so he and I walked over to my house and 
went in. Cindy was home.
	"Hi guys," Cindy said. She noticed Derek's improvised diapering 
as well as the fact that he desperately needed to be changed.
	"I see you've managed to get another boy to wear diapers," Cindy 
said. "I swear, Chris, every boy you come in friendly contact with 
winds up in diapers, if he doesn't already wear them."
	"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I said with a wry grin.
	"Yeah, especially since Derek's really pooped himself up big 
time!" Cindy said as she noted the mess he was making of himself.
	"I got the runs," Derek said. He didn't tell Cindy that he had 
taken a laxative so he would get the runs on purpose.
	"Derek ran out of underwear and it's all poopy, so we came over 
to get some diapers for him."
	"It looks like he's gonna need them," Cindy said. "We'll use some 
of your old diapers, Chris."
	"So who's gonna put them on me?" Derek asked.
	"I will!" Cindy said enthusiastically.
	"But..."
	"Now, now, don't chicken out on me," Cindy said to Derek. "I have 
seen Chris naked over a thousand times, even before he was in diapers 
like he is now, so I know you don't look any different down there, just 
smaller."
	"Can you diaper me instead, Chris?" Derek asked me.
	"Let me do it, I'm much more experienced than Chris is," Cindy 
said insistently. "Betcha I could do it blindfolded."
	"Then please do, so you don't have to see my thingie," Derek 
said, referring to his penis.
	"Oh come on, don't be shy, little boy," Cindy said as she grabbed 
some of Derek's underpants by their waistbands and snapped them. "You 
think this is the only time I'll put diapers on you?"
	"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
	"I just have a feeling that I'll be handling some of your diaper 
changes while Chris is gone to California," Cindy told him. "Either 
that, or I'll show your sister how to diaper you in cloth diapers." 
Cindy pulled at his waistbands again.
	"Stop doing that," Derek said to Cindy. Cindy did it again.
	"Why do you keep doing that to my underwear?" Derek asked Cindy.
	"I miss Chris wearing underwear in some ways," Cindy said. "I 
just loved snapping his waistbands all the time. Doesn't your sister do 
that to you?"
	"Yes, and I tell her to stop, but she keeps doing it," Derek 
said.
	"It's just her way of telling you that she loves her little 
brother," Cindy said. "That's what I used to do to Chris, but now that 
he's in diapers, I find other ways to let him know I love him. Your 
sister may not be snapping your underwear much longer if your mom keeps 
you in diapers from now on like we've kept Chris in diapers. Now let's 
get that dirty butt of yours cleaned up and some diapers on it."
	"I can clean myself up just fine, and I'd rather put my diapers 
on myself," Derek said. "I don't want no girl changing me."
	Trust me, you'll enjoy it after awhile," Cindy told him as she 
gave him a big smile. Cindy then looked at me and said, "right, Chris?"
	"Uhh, sure," I said. Cindy smiled at me, knowing that I was 
reserved in my reply. I didn't really want to tell Derek how much I 
liked having my sisters change my diapers and how much I enjoyed 
feeling them wipe my poopy bottom, crotch and balls over and over until 
everything was clean down there.
	"You have a choice, Derek," Cindy said. "Either I put you into 
some nice, soft, clean, dry, thick, butt-hugging white diapers, or you 
can keep wearing those stinky, sticky, smelly, dirty, poopy, dingy, 
brown, shit-filled, poop-stained underpants which, even with as many as 
you are wearing, do not work as well as diapers." Cindy exhausted just 
about every possible adjective she could think of at the moment.
	Derek then conceded and told Cindy to go ahead and diaper him.
	"I knew you'd see it my way," Cindy said. She led him to my 
bedroom and directed him to my changing pad.
	"Can Chris come with me?"
	"Of course he can," Cindy said.
	"Sure, I'll come in with you, Derek," I said. I mean, shit, I 
would have been foolish to not watch Derek get his butt and balls 
cleaned and then get diapered up.
	"Should I take my underwear off first?" Derek asked Cindy.
	"Just lie down and let me do the rest," Cindy said. Derek lay 
himself on the pad while Cindy pulled his underpants off. While she was 
doing that, Cindy asked me to get out my old diapers since they would 
fit Derek. I looked through my closets and I found them stacked and 
neatly folded up on the top shelf. Why they were kept all these years I 
didn't know. Maybe my Mom or my sisters knew they would come in handy 
later on in case another little boy needed them, as was the case with 
Derek at the moment.
	I looked at the old diapers. They were obviously smaller than 
what I was wearing now. They were the first diapers I wore since I got 
put back into diapers at age eight. They had the Velcro closures on 
them. Most of the diapers I have worn since then have used pins, which 
I enjoyed more, as did Lisa and Cindy, especially with as many pins as 
they liked to use on my diapers. The diapers endured a lot of very 
messy poops and plenty of pissing during those inaugural days of what 
was destined to become a lifetime of diaper wearing. The stains 
permanently embedded into the dingy fabric of the diapers told the 
story.
	Meanwhile, Cindy had stripped Derek of his dirty underwear. He 
was now naked as he lay there before Cindy. His little dick was 
standing at attention, saluting Cindy.
	"This brings back fond memories of when Chris was as small as 
you," Cindy said to Derek while she looked at his stiff penis.
	"Now to clean you up," Cindy said. "What a messy boy you are! 
Nothing that Chris hasn't given me, though."
	Cindy got Derek's bottom cleaned up and ready for diapering.
	"Does that feel better?" Cindy asked him.
	"Yeah, it does," Derek replied.
	"Then let's diaper you up! Chris, are you going to give me those 
diapers?" Cindy asked me, seeing that I was looking them over.
	"Sorry, just reminiscing," I said.
	"I understand," Cindy said. "I remember putting these on you the 
first time. Diapering Derek sort of reminds me of you when I first 
started diapering you."
	I handed Cindy the diapers and she started diapering Derek. Derek 
looked at the tall stack of diapers that remained to be put on him.
	"Are you gonna put all those on me?" Derek asked Cindy.
	"As many as I can," Cindy said. "We never diapered Chris this 
thickly at first."
	After Cindy had the first diaper on she asked me to hand her the 
container of diaper pins.
	"What for?" I asked. "Those have Velcro on them."
	"I know, but I'm used to pinning your diapers on and I think it's 
more fun to stick a whole row of pins up the sides of your diapers," 
Cindy said with her smile still intact.
	I handed Cindy the box of diaper pins. After she closed the 
Velcro tabs she augmented the diaper's tight hold around Derek's small 
body with the pins. She then added several more diapers to Derek, each 
one of them dually fastened by Velcro and densely placed diaper pins.
	"Looks like six is the limit," Cindy said as she knew she 
couldn't fit a seventh diaper.
	"This is thick enough," Derek said. "I don't know if I can walk 
in these."
	"Well, seeing how much you pooped your underwear, you should be 
covered for awhile," Cindy said. She put the plastic pants on Derek and 
told him that she was finished.
	"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
	"No, it wasn't," Derek said. "In fact, I kind of liked it."
	"So does that mean you're going to wear diapers from now on like 
Chris?" Cindy asked Derek.
	"If my Mom sees me like this, she'll probably make me wear them 
from now on," he answered with a hint of reservation in his voice.
	"So, is that a good thing?" Cindy asked Derek, eager for a 
positive answer.
	"I guess, I mean, my Mom will probably get mad at first, but 
she'll get used to it."
	"Welcome to the club," Cindy said. She then slapped Derek on the 
butt as hard as she could.
	"Hey!" Derek said.
	"You can't tell me you felt that," Cindy said.
	"Well, sort of," Derek said. "It didn't hurt, but still..."
	"Sorry, just a thing I like to do when I finish diapering Chris 
or some other boy, especially when I diaper a boy for the first time," 
Cindy said. "Like christening a ship."
	"Like what?" Derek asked, unfamiliar with the custom.
	"Never mind," Cindy said.
	Derek got up and tried to walk. He waddled and he had to keep his 
legs widely spread apart.
	"These are too thick!" Derek said.
	"No such thing as too thick around here," Cindy said. "Well, I 
suppose there is, eventually. Relax, you'll get used to it."
	Since we were there at my house and my diapers were so full, I 
asked Cindy to change me.
	"You too?" Cindy said. "I can't tell when you need changed just 
by looking."
	I took my position on the changing pad and let Cindy go to work. 
She noticed that my liquid poop had soaked through to several of the 
inner diapers.
	"You're just as bad as Derek was," Cindy said. "Did you guys eat 
something?"
	I confessed to Cindy that Derek and I took laxative tablets so 
that Derek would have accidents and therefore have a need to be in 
diapers.
	"Like I said many times before, it must be a boy's thing to want 
to wear diapers, and a girl's thing to want to diaper boys," Cindy 
said. She finished cleaning me up and diapering me. She used a triple 
set of Thickies on me and she also attached the monitoring device so 
that I could show it off to Derek.
	"Hey, that's neat!" Derek said as he looked at the device. "What 
is it?"
	After explaining to Derek how the device worked we went back over 
to his house. We put Derek's dirty underwear into a couple of plastic 
grocery bags and carried them over to throw in the wash. Jennie was 
quite amused to see that Derek was so heavily diapered. She was also 
intrigued by the strange device that was strapped around my waist, so I 
demonstrated it to her.
	"Wait'll Mom sees you!" Jennie said to Derek while laughing as 
she grabbed a camera and got several pictures of us. Derek didn't seem 
to mind that Jennie was taking so many pictures of him and me in 
diapers.
	"Let her see me," Derek said, which surprised me. It sounded like 
he was ready to convince his Mom that he wanted to wear diapers, just 
as he had convinced his sister, confirming her own suspicions.
	"See, what did I tell you?" Jennie said. "I knew it all along, 
Derek!"

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 62
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	I was pleased to see that Derek was enjoying the look and the 
feel of the cloth diapers that Cindy had put him into. He had a hard 
time trying to walk in them and complained about not being able to 
bring his legs closer together, but I assured him that he would get 
used to it after awhile. We didn't do much walking around anyway and 
instead played games and watched TV.
	Suddenly I wet in my diapers and the monitoring device began to 
beep.
	"What's that?" Derek asked me.
	"It's my diaper monitoring device," I said. I showed him that the 
green light indicated that I had just peed. I showed him the readout on 
the display indicating how much I had just peed. I also told him that 
the red light would go off when I pooped.
	"Where can I get one of those things?" he asked me.
	"I got it from the place that makes my Thickies diapers and I was 
using it when I was testing the diapers for them," I explained. 
"They're only five hundred dollars." Needless to say, the mention of 
this amount of money diminished Derek's hopes of ever having one.
	"If you want I can let you wear it sometime, maybe tomorrow, if 
you're in diapers then."
	"I will be," Derek said.
	"You really want to let your Mom see you in diapers?" I asked 
him.
	"She's gonna have to see me, since I can't get all these diapers 
off that your sister put on me."
	"She does a good job of diapering, doesn't she?" I said to Derek.
	"She uses a lot of diapers," Derek said. He looked down and 
examined his crotch, trying to count the individual layers like one 
would count rings on a tree.
	"I feel my weenie getting big," Derek said with a somewhat 
embarrassed giggle. I was satisfied to know that Derek was getting such 
pleasure from seeing himself so heavily diapered.
	A few minutes later I dropped another big load of poop in my 
diapers, triggering the red light on the device.
	"You just pooped," Derek said with a laugh. "Your red light is 
on!"
	"I think it's kind of fun to wear one of these," I said. "I like 
seeing how much pee and poop my diapers can hold." I looked at the 
display and it registered a very impressive reading on how much shit I 
produced. Given that the laxative was still doing its stuff and purging 
my bowels, I couldn't wait to see what the display would look like by 
this evening's diaper change.
	It was late in the afternoon, about the time Derek's mother was 
expected home from work. We were sitting in Derek's room when we heard 
his Mom come home.
	"Well, this is it," I said to Derek with a sigh. "It's too late 
now if you don't want your Mom to see you in those diapers." I could 
tell that Derek was quite nervous, and as much as I wanted him to wear 
diapers, I didn't want to get him in trouble, either.
	"Mom, come and see Derek," Jennie was heard saying. "You have to 
see him!"
	"Is Chris still here?" I heard his Mom ask Jennie.
	"Oh yeah, he is," Jennie said. Jennie followed her Mom to Derek's 
bedroom. My heart was pounding as I anticipated the reaction Derek's 
Mom would have to seeing her seven-year-old son in diapers. Derek's mom 
and sister then both appeared at the doorway.
	"See, Mom? See?" Jennie said excitedly. She was jumping up and 
down and pointing at the super thick diapers in Derek's crotch. "See 
what Derek's wearing?"
	"Yeah, I see him, Jennie. I see what he's wearing. It's just 
slightly obvious."
	"Uhhh, hi, Mom," Derek said sheepishly as he attempted to cover 
up his diapers, but they were so big and thick on him that this was 
absolutely impossible. Closing his legs together proved to be a most 
futile effort.
	"What are you doing wearing those diapers?" Derek's mom asked 
him.
	"I got the runs," Derek said, trying to make his excuse sound 
legitimate. His Mom wasn't buying it, though. It was just too obvious 
to his Mom that Derek would get the runs the minute he had access to 
some diapers that would fit him.
	"Where did you get those diapers?" she asked.
	"They're mine," I told Derek's mom. "They were my first diapers 
that are too small for me now, so I figured they'd fit Derek."
	Derek's Mom gave me a cold, blank stare, expressing her 
disapproval of my influence on Derek.
	"I'm sorry if you don't want Derek wearing my diapers," I 
apologized to his mother.
	"Chris, I think you'd better go home now," his mother said to me.
	"Does this mean I can't come over anymore?" I asked.
	"I don't want to discuss it," she said as she escorted me to the 
door and scooted me out, pressing her hands on my butt. After she 
slammed the door behind me I heard her yelling at Derek. He began 
crying and pleading for mercy. I couldn't stand to listen to it, so I 
went home, feeling guilty that I had gotten Derek in so much trouble.
	"What's wrong?" Cindy asked me as she saw me come in the door 
with a long face. I explained to her what had happened.
	"I'm sorry about that," Cindy said with sincerity. "I'm sorry 
that you lost your new friend, Chris. I know you were looking forward 
to playing with him and getting him to wear diapers like you do. I was 
looking forward to getting to change his diapers, too."
	"You've still got me, Tony, Bryce, and cousin Darren this 
Christmas for changing diapers," I said.
	"I know, but Derek is, well, he's still a little boy, and he 
reminded me of you when you first started wearing diapers again."
	"Maybe his Mom will cool down and have a change of heart," I said 
with a hint of hope. "Remember how long it took Mom and Dad to 
understand why I love to wear diapers?"
	"I know, have Mom go over there and talk to Derek's mom," Cindy 
suggested.
	"If Mom will talk to her," I said.
	"Ask Mom when she gets home," Cindy told me. I called Tony and 
told him what had happened today.
	"Well, so much for your first summer job," Tony said. "I bet you 
were looking forward to getting some extra money."
	"Ahh, that's not it," I said. "The money doesn't bother me. Shit, 
I'll get a lot more money than that after I do those ads for the 
Thickies diapers, and so will you."
	"You hafta save all that for college, though," Tony said. "I know 
I hafta save all mine, at least keep it in a savings account."
	"I'm sure I'll get to spend some of it," I said. I spent the next 
half hour talking to Tony about the things Derek and I did today, until 
Mom and Dad came home. After Mom got settled she asked me how things 
went with Derek.
	"Not so good," I said dejectedly. I then explained to Mom what 
had happened. I was going to ask Mom if she could go over to their 
house and talk to Derek's mother, but Mom offered to do this herself.
	"Should I come with you?" I asked Mom.
	"That would be a good idea," my Mom said.
	"So why do you want to go talk to her about it?" I asked my Mom. 
I didn't know what incentive or reason my Mom would have that would 
motivate her to voluntarily try to mitigate the issue between Derek and 
his mother.
	"Well, Chris, raising you as my son has proven to be somewhat of 
a lesson in child psychology, especially from a boy's perspective where 
certain desires, such as wanting to wear diapers, are deeply rooted. I 
had to learn the hard way to deal with your diaper fetish and I wish I 
had been prepared for it. I figure Derek's Mom deserves to have some 
understanding of why her son is like you, and I think she needs some 
support."
	That was a bit longer of an answer than I was expecting, but it 
made sense to me. Mom told Dad where Mom and I were going and she told 
Cindy to start with preparing dinner.
	Mom and I walked over to Derek's house next door. I felt nervous 
and afraid that Derek's Mom would slam the door in our face. Mom rang 
the doorbell and Derek's Mom answered.
	"Hello," she greeted us. She seemed to have calmed down from what 
I had heard of her earlier.
	"Do you have a few minutes, Mrs. Brooks?" my Mom asked her.
	"I take it Chris told you about Derek," she said.
	"Yes, he did, and Chris feels bad about getting your son in 
trouble."
	"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brooks," I told her. She looked at me and paused 
for a moment.
	"Okay, Chris, I guess I can forgive you," she said.
	"Thanks, Mrs. Brooks. Does this mean you still want me to come 
over and play with Derek?"
	"I don't know, Chris. I honestly don't think you're a very good 
influence on Derek," Derek's mom shook her head as she looked at me.
	"With all due respect, Mrs. Brooks," my Mom said. "it's not like 
Chris is telling your son to do drugs or anything like that," my Mom 
said in my defense.
	"No, but getting him to wear diapers isn't much better," Derek's 
Mom said. "It's just not right for kids as old as Derek, and especially 
Chris to be wearing diapers. Besides, it's disgusting. I'm already at 
my wit's end trying to get my littlest one Steven out of diapers. I'm 
tired of wiping his butt day in and day out, and I certainly don't need 
two butts to wipe, besides my own."
	"I know it's hard to accept having a kid as old as Derek wearing 
diapers, and it's taken me and my husband a long time to accept it 
ourselves, but now I understand why Chris feels the way he does about 
diapers. It's what he wanted all along and we finally accommodated his 
wishes, after initially making him wear his diapers for punishment, 
that is. I think I can help you to understand Derek's feelings and how 
to deal with them."
	"Mrs. Barrett, please, I really don't wish to discuss this now," 
Derek's Mom said.
	"Mrs. Brooks, I really think we should talk about this," my Mom 
said.
	"If Chris put you up to this, forget it," Derek's Mom said.
	"Chris did not put me up to this," my Mom said. "I'm doing it 
because I am a much more understanding parent than I used to be about 
such matters, and I am willing to help educate other parents who are 
dealing with the same issues with their kids."
	"Are you some kind of advocate for promoting the idea that older 
kids who want to wear diapers should?" Derek's Mom asked my Mom.
	"No, well, that is, I really haven't thought about that," my Mom 
said. Jennie then came to the door.
	"What's going on, Mom?" she asked.
	"Jennie, go check on your brother, and see if Steven needs to be 
changed," her mother ordered her.
	"You do realize that I am getting ready to start dinner?" Derek's 
Mom said.
	"I understand," my Mom said as she backed away. "My daughter's 
getting dinner ready, too. We can discuss this at a more convenient 
time if you wish."
	Derek's mother sighed and rolled her eyes. She then said, "all 
right, Mrs. Barrett, I'm willing to listen to what you have to say. 
Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion over this whole matter. Come 
in."
	"Oh, and you can call me Brenda," my Mom said.
	"I'm Carol," Derek's Mom introduced herself by her first name 
this time. We were invited to have a seat on the couch. Derek's Mom 
went down the hall to get Derek from his room. He came waddling out of 
the room. He had a long face and appeared to have been crying for quite 
some time. I said hello to him. He just waved silently to me. As he 
turned his back I could see below his thickly diapered butt that he had 
been stricken across his legs with what looked like a belt, judging 
from the width of the red welts that had swollen up there. He was still 
in the same diapers that Cindy had put on him hours ago.
	"I'm sorry, Derek," I said to him.
	"It's okay," Derek whispered. Derek's Mom returned with a sample 
of Derek's soiled underwear. It was washed and dried, but our efforts 
to cleanse them of poop were in vain and a big brown stain was 
permanently embedded into the fabric of his briefs, spanning the entire 
width of the seat.
	Derek then sat down with his Mom on her lap as she sat across 
from us in her recliner. His legs straddled her large thigh and the 
crotch of his diapers bulged out several inches.
	"Why are they here?" Derek asked his Mom.
	"They're here so that we can talk about what you and Chris did 
today," his mother said. At this point, nothing had been previously 
discussed between Derek and his mother. She didn't even discuss it with 
Jennie. Jennie was called in to the room. Steven accompanied her. He 
was in his usual attire of a T-shirt and a drooping disposable diaper.
	"Let's talk about this now, shall we, Derek?" his Mom said as she 
started.
	"Okay," Derek whimpered. He had a fearful look in his eye, as if 
he expected more to come.
	"So, you got the runs today," his mother started off.
	"Uh huh," Derek answered.
	"And you say you had some accidents because of it?"
	"Yeah," Derek replied, looking down at the floor.
	"Okay, then how did *all* of your underwear get dirty like this 
at once?" his mother asked as she held up the soiled underwear to 
Derek's face. "You can't tell me that you've had to change this many 
times today."
	"I was wearing a bunch of pairs at a time," Derek said.
	"Why?" his Mom asked. "You've ruined all your underwear! I mean 
*all* of it! I pay good money for your underwear!"
	The scene that was playing out before me between Derek and his 
mother, with Jennie standing at the side to observe, was quite familiar 
to me as I had gone through a similar scenario on the day I got put 
into diapers. Mom had also confronted me and showed me my dirty briefs 
and gave me a chance to explain why I had pooped in them, with Lisa and 
Cindy there to witness it. We didn't even have anyone there to mediate 
for us like what my Mom and I were doing now.
	"Why did you do this to all your underwear?" Derek's Mom asked 
again.
	"Because I didn't think I would make it to the toilet and would 
have an accident anyway," Derek said.
	"Did you even *try* to make it to the toilet?" Derek's mother 
asked him.
	"No," Derek said honestly.
	"Why not?" his mother asked him.
	"I figured it would be easier this way," Derek said.
	"Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put all your underwear on 
so you can poop in it like a diaper. I mean, Jennie gets the runs too�
like yesterday-- but you don't see her putting all her underwear on."
	"And I've made it to the toilet every time!" Jennie said proudly, 
sticking her tongue out at Derek.
	"Jennie, please," her mother mildly scolded her.
	"Tell me the truth, Derek," his mother said. "Did you do this 
because Chris is wearing diapers?"
	Derek did not want to answer. He then started to cry, fearing 
that he was about to face some more serious punishment.
	"You're gonna spank me!" Derek blubbered.
	"Derek, I won't spank you, I promise," his mother said. She put 
her arm around Derek's neck. She then looked him straight in the eyes.
	"But I do want an honest answer," his mother demanded firmly.
	"Yes, I did it because of Chris," Derek answered.
	"Why?" his Mom asked him.
	"Since Chris wears diapers, he never has to worry about making it 
to the toilet whenever he has to go to the bathroom. And, I just like 
how they feel, and look, and stuff."
	"So you'd rather wear your pee and poop around with you until 
someone changes your diapers?" Derek's mother asked him, trying to 
reason with him.
	"I guess so," Derek said.
	"I'd think it would be nice just to let your pee and poop go into 
the toilet, where you can flush it away and be done with it. But this 
isn't what you want, is it?"
	"I dunno," Derek said. "I saw Chris wearing diapers, so I wanted 
to wear them, too."
	"So how did you poop so much?" his Mom asked. "If you really got 
the runs, I'll believe you. It just seems odd that this would happen 
once you got to know Chris, who wears diapers."
	I was just about to confess that I encouraged Derek to take a 
laxative so he would poop more and make himself look more like he was 
in need of diapers. At the last second, the voice of my conscience told 
me, "don't say it!" I figured the idea was to convince Derek's Mom that 
he had developed the runs by some other uncontrollable means and she 
seemed to be convinced enough that it was for real, so I kept my lip 
zipped.
	"Well, Mrs. Barrett, or Brenda, let's hear your side of this," 
Derek's Mom said, giving my Mom the floor. My Mom explained what she 
had gone through with me, allowing me to offer my input as well. 
Nothing was held back, not even discussions about how diapers sexually 
aroused me. This was all done in good taste and Derek didn't understand 
all of it, anyway. His mom started asking questions and she seemed to 
be getting a better understanding of why Derek wanted to wear diapers. 
In turn, it helped her to accept the fact that Steven likely had the 
same tendencies and would likely remain in diapers and that any 
coercion of Steven to use the potty would only result in much 
frustration.
	"Well, dinner's off to a late start, but I'm glad we had this 
discussion, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. "I'm still not sure what I 
should do about Derek, though."
	"Well, Carol, I really do think that if you don't fight it and 
just let Derek wear diapers, it will save everyone a lot of unnecessary 
grief," my Mom said. "I wish that when we were having this problem with 
Chris that someone would have come to us and helped us to understand."
	"You've been most helpful, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. She thanked 
my Mom for coming over to help her deal with Derek. At this point we 
got up and headed for the door.
	"You still want me over here?" I asked Derek's Mom.
	"Yes, Chris, please come over," Derek's Mom said. "I think I'll 
get this situation resolved okay."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 63
---------------------------

	All during dinner I thought about what was going to happen to 
Derek. His Mom seemed to be feeling better about the fact that Derek 
wants to wear diapers, so this made me feel a little better myself. I 
sat down in front of the TV and flipped through the channels. There 
wasn't a damn thing on any of the cable channels and all the networks 
were either running summer reruns or baseball games. I called Tony and 
talked to him on the phone to tell him the latest on Derek. Before I 
had a chance to tell Tony this, he asked me, "Did you get your camp 
yearbook in the mail today?"
	"I don't know," I said. "If I did, my Mom hasn't given it to me 
yet."
	"Well, I got some other news for you, too," Tony said. I noted a 
shift in the tone of his voice, indicating that this second bit of news 
wasn't going to be pleasant.
	"What? They didn't reject you again for the commercials, did 
they?" I asked, thinking that this might have been what he was going to 
tell me.
	"No, but as it turns out, you won't be in the TV commercials, 
either."
	"Huh? Say what? Come again?"
	"Yeah, I found out they're only going to do the Thickies print 
ads now, but they'll be doing more of them. They've scrapped the TV 
commercials."
	"What??? You're shitting me, Tony!" I shouted in utter disbelief. 
Everyone in the house must have heard me. "You gotta be shitting me!"
	"The only shitting I do is in my diapers," Tony said.
	"You *are* kidding, aren't you?" I said, still not having 
accepted the validity of Tony's statement.
	"I'm not kidding, Chris, we're only doing the print ads now."
	"Really?" I said, now realizing that Tony wasn't pulling my 
pantless leg. "How did you find out?"
	"I got a letter from CKM today that explained all this," Tony 
said. "Go check and see if you got any mail today."
	I figured I had probably gotten the same letter but nobody had 
told me, so I set the phone down and asked Mom if I had receive any 
mail today.
	"Oh yes," she said. "You got a letter from CKM, plus some 
package." With this she went through a stack of mail and pulled out the 
envelope that was addressed to me as well as the package, a large 
padded manila envelope. I figured the package had to have been my camp 
yearbook. I decided that I'd save looking at it for when I went to bed. 
For now I was more concerned about CKM's decision to pull the TV ads 
production. I took the CKM envelope with me and, after quickly undoing 
one of my many diaper pins, I used it to rip open the envelope as I 
returned to the phone. While I was talking to Tony I reinserted the pin 
into my diapers. Tony and I read the letter together. Basically, it 
stated that due to pressure from various parenting organizations they 
didn't feel that television ads should air promoting older children 
using diapers. The letter also cited that CKM was being accused of 
exploiting older children who need diapers.
	"What a crock of shit," I said to Tony. He agreed that this 
sucked. The letter went on to explain that, in spite of the strong 
opposition the CKM company faced from groups like the AMA and the 
American Pediatrics Association, that they fought to the finish to keep 
the plans to run the television commercials. It wasn't until lawsuits 
were threatened that CKM decided to back down and restrict their 
planned advertising to print ads as these would be more "passive", as 
the letter stated.
	Tony and I were pleased to see that the print ads would still be 
run and that we would still be going to California in spite of this 
sudden change in the company's advertising plans. It was very 
disappointing to learn that my national fame for being a diaper boy 
would only come out in the form of printed ads. I told everyone in my 
family about this and showed them the letter. They, too, were 
disappointed that I would not be appearing on television in my diapers 
after all the anticipation, but everyone was pleased that I would still 
be in the print ads.
	Even after having received the disappointing news about not being 
in TV commercials for diapers, I still felt like I had a lot of energy 
left to burn and I didn't want to just sit around on my diapered shit-
covered butt all night. After I got off the phone with Tony I decided 
to go back over to Derek's house and play with him. It was just turning 
to dusk so I figured Derek probably hadn't gone to bed yet. It was 
still summer, after all.
	I was in wet and stinky diapers as I waddled out the front door 
and over to Derek's house. I caught the attention of some neighborhood 
kids playing in the street, being so conspicuously diapered as I always 
was.
	"Hey guys, there's Diaper Boy!" I heard one of the boys shout. 
"Hi, Diaper Boy!" a girl shouted afterwards.
	"Hi!" I shouted back. What did I have to lose? Everybody on my 
street knew I wear diapers, at least all the kids knew.
	"Do you need a diaper change?" the girl asked me. I bent over and 
said, "come smell it and find out!"
	Suddenly a boy a year or so younger than me came running from 
across the street with a bucket full of water.
	"Let's make his diapers wetter!" the boy shouted. He and another 
boy chased me up the driveway at Derek's house and had me cornered. 
Just before he got to me to splash water on me he stumbled and spilled 
water down the other boy's shorts.
	"Hey, that water was for Diaper Boy!" the one boy said to the 
other, who appeared to be his brother.
	"I tripped, okay?" the older boy said. The younger boy then 
grabbed the bucket and chased the older one out to the street. He 
caught up with him and dumped the remaining water down his shorts.
	"Now we're even!" the younger boy shouted. Both of the boys 
looked like they had peed their pants.
	Hey guys, wet your pants?" I shouted. "Why not wear diapers like 
me!"
	"Shut up, Diaper Boy!" the older one shouted. Again I mooned 
them, with my diapers on, of course. I held onto my calves as I looked 
at them upside down through my legs.
	"Wanna lick? There's plenty to go around for everybody!" I said. 
God, I was feeling restless for some reason and I had to expend my 
energy somehow.
	The other boys and the other kids had moved on and I walked up to 
the door at Derek's house. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by 
Derek's Mom.
	"Hello, Chris," she greeted me.
	"Is it all right if Derek comes out to play?" I asked her.
	"Derek is in bed now," his mother said. I was disappointed and 
surprised by hearing this.
	"Gee, it's not even 9:00 yet, isn't that a little early?" I asked 
her.
	"You can come back tomorrow and play," his Mom said. "You have 
all day to play with him then. Good night, Chris."
	Derek's mother then closed the door politely, but still with 
enough force to indicate that she did not want me there at that time. I 
was taken aback by this as it seemed like Derek was in trouble. I 
thought his mother had come to terms with the issue regarding Derek 
wearing diapers.
	I decided that I could get to Derek so that I could talk to him 
by going to his bedroom window. I walked around to the back of the 
house. I kept my head low as I walked past Jennie's bedroom window 
which was also in the front of the house, just in case she was in her 
room.
	I walked along the side of the house opposite of our house and I 
riled the big, black dog in the yard next door to Derek. He barked at 
me and tried to pierce through the chain link fence with his snout, but 
I was safely out of danger of being bitten on the diaper-butt by the 
mutt. Having some energy to burn still, I stuck my butt up to the fence 
and said, "Eat shit, dog! Eat my diapers!" I then moved sideways left 
and right repeatedly and teased the dog, keeping my bent-over stance 
and my butt to the dog. Apparently the smell of my soiled diapers 
didn't deter the dog as he kept trying to get to me. Suddenly the dog's 
owner came up to me from the other side of the fence, approaching from 
the back yard. It was an older man, well, a lot older than me anyway, 
like in his fifties.
	"Hey, hey, hey, boy! Just what the hell you doing to my dog? Why, 
I got a good mind to turn him loose on your ass!"
	"Sorry," I apologized to the man.
	"What's a kid your age doing in diapers?" the man asked.
	"Pissing and shitting in them," I replied. "What else do you do 
in diapers?" I lifted my shirt and extended my stomach forward to show 
off my diapers to the man."
	"You kids will do anything to be rebellious, wearing diapers!"
	"I'm not being a rebel, I'm just being a boy," I said. "Lots of 
boys my age wear diapers." The man didn't seem to be fazed by my remark 
and instead ignored me to tend to his dog. He then turned around.
	"You leave my dog alone, kid, you hear me? And go home and get 
some pants on!"
	"I don't have any pants!" I said as he and the dog walked away. 
"This is all I wear!"
	I didn't even think about the fact that someone in Derek's house 
might have heard me. I decided to wait a few minutes and then go to the 
back yard and go to Derek's window. I stood around the corner and took 
a peek to make sure nobody was out in the back yard. I then kept my 
back to the wall as I inched my way around the corner and over to 
Derek's window. It was open.
	"Psst! Derek, you in there?" I whispered as I popped my head up 
into the window. I didn't get a response, so I spoke a little more 
loudly.
	"Derek! It's Chris, can you hear me?"
	A moment later Derek came to the window. He had to bring a chair 
so that he could see me at eye level. I was surprised to see that he 
had a pacifier in his mouth!
	"What happened?" I asked Derek.
	"I'm a baby now," Derek said as he took the pacifier out of his 
mouth.
	"What do you mean?" I asked him.
	"Since I wanna wear diapers I have to be treated like a baby 
now," he said. "That's why I have this," he said, showing me the 
pacifier.
	"Is this why you got sent to bed early?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, and not only that, but I have to sleep in Steven's old 
crib now, too," Derek said.
	"Really?" I said. I boosted myself up onto the ledge beneath 
Derek's bedroom window and pressed my face against the screen so I 
could see into his room. I saw in place of where his bed once was, a 
crib!
	"So, what else happened?" I asked Derek.
	"My Mom put Steven's diapers on me when she changed me out of 
yours," Derek said.
	"How did she do that?" I asked. "How do Steven's diapers fit 
you?"
	"She taped them together," Derek said. He then got off the chair 
and stood back so that I could see what he was wearing. His mother must 
have used half a dozen diapers to create the diaper that Derek had on! 
She had taped them end-to-end and wrapped them around Derek's waist and 
then she added two more identical layers over these. It was quite 
thick-looking from what I could see.
	"Why didn't she just go out and get you some of your own diapers, 
you know, ones that will fit you?"
	"She's gonna do that tomorrow," Derek said.
	"Do you know what kind you're getting?" I asked.
	"I dunno, but I hope she gets me some really thick ones."
	"Go to Kidz Klothez at the mall," I suggested. "And get Thickies. 
Are you gonna get cloth or disposable?"
	"Probably cloth," Derek said as his voiced raised with 
excitement. "I hope so, anyway. Steven's gonna probably get cloth 
diapers, too. Mom said that since she's going to have two boys in 
diapers all the time from now on, she doesn't want to keep buying 
disposables and figures the cloth diapers will last awhile. She can 
also put a lot of diapers on us like you wear, so that we'll be stuck 
in our diapers, and we can't wear anything over them, and we won't get 
changed as much, since they'll be a lot thicker. Jennie says we'll look 
cuter in them, too. My mom also doesn't want me or Steven to try using 
the toilet anymore, so she wants us to wear a lot of diapers so we 
won't be able to get them off to use the toilet."
	"My sisters must have been talking to your Mom," I said. I had 
heard these reasons for my super thick diapers many times before.
	"You'd better go home," Derek said. "I don't want my Mom to catch 
you and me talking like this."
	"Okay, see you tomorrow," I said. I then went back home and got 
my own super-smelly diapers changed for the night. I told Lisa about 
Derek's sudden "baby treatment" that he was getting for wanting to wear 
diapers.
	"We should try that with you!" Lisa said. "You already sleep in a 
crib."
	I had sometimes thought about being a baby again, especially as I 
wore diapers. On the other hand, there were a lot of big-boy things I 
liked to do that babies didn't get to do, such as play on computers. 
While Lisa was in the middle of changing my diapers she got a phone 
call.
	"Lisa, it's for you," Cindy said when she came into my bedroom 
with the cordless phone. Lisa saw that the mute light was blinking on 
the phone, so she knew she wouldn't be heard.
	"Oh God, it's not Chuck, is it?" Lisa asked as her diaper-
changing work came to a sudden halt.
	"Not unless he got a sex change or someone kicked him in the 
balls," Cindy quipped, inferring that it was a female voice on the 
other end.
	"I wouldn't be surprised if someone did kick him in the balls 
after what he tried with me before I broke up with the bastard," Lisa 
said indignantly. "Who is it? Is it Betty? Is it work? Who the hell is 
it?" Lisa was holding an open diaper pin as she flailed her arms around 
just inches from my precious boy-specific anatomy. She nearly grazed my 
knee with the pointy end of the diaper pin.
	"I dunno," Cindy said helplessly. "It's not Betty, I know that. 
They just asked for you and I said you were here."
	"Cindy, please screen the people who call for me, okay?" Lisa 
said in exasperation as she pulled away the last layer of my poopy 
diapers. "Shit, tomorrow's my day off and they'd better not be calling 
me in," Lisa sighed as she took the phone.
	"Hello?" Lisa said cautiously. While she talked she continued 
doing my diaper change.
	"Oh hi...yes...uh huh...sure...yeah, I'm off...I can do that..."
	It sounded like Lisa was talking to one of her friends, although 
Betty was the only one who called here often enough to be recognized by 
the rest of the family. Lisa kept the phone pressed to her ear using 
her shoulder to hold it in place while she kept both her hands busy 
wiping my butt, sprinkling powder all over my crotch and then putting 
the first of several thick diapers on me. She then hung up the phone 
and set it down.
	"Who was that?" I asked.
	"My, aren't you nosey," Lisa said.
	"You were just concerned that it was work calling you in, was 
it?"
	"No, but I will tell you who it was. It was Derek's Mom."
	"Derek's Mom?" I asked Lisa. "What would she be calling *you* 
for?"
	"I get to take you guys shopping tomorrow!" Lisa said. "We're 
going to Kidz Klothez!" Lisa continued folding diapers and tightly 
fastening them atop the growing mound of diapers she already put on me.
	"It sounds like Derek's getting some Thickies diapers, I said.
	"You got it!" Lisa said. "And for answering the bonus question 
you get two extra diapers put on you tonight!" With this, Lisa set 
aside the plastic pants she was about to put on me and instead pinned 
two more diapers on.
	"What was this about kicking Chuck in the balls?" I asked Lisa, 
curious what she meant about this reference.
	"Nothing you need to know," Lisa said.
	"Then why did you talk about it in front of me?" I asked.
	"I was talking to Cindy; it's a girl's thing," Lisa said as she 
brought the plastic pants up over the huge bunches of diapers I had on. 
As I got up the thick diapers covering my bottom in a parabolic fashion 
enabled me to effortlessly roll my way from lying down to sitting 
upright.
	"Let me put it to you this way, Chris," Lisa said. "You're in 
good shape if Megan ever wanted to kick you in the balls with those 
diapers you have on, because you wouldn't feel it. On the other hand, 
if she's determined enough to get them all off of you in the first 
place she probably wouldn't feel like kicking you there."
	I just looked at Lisa strangely as she left the room. Lisa turned 
her head around and looked back at me with a satisfied smile on her 
face before she lugged away the bucket full of my soiled diapers.
	That night when I went to bed I looked at the yearbook from 
summer camp. Every boy who was in attendance was photographed, diapers 
and all. Everyone except Billy, the kid who tried to push his religion 
on the rest of us was photographed. Several photos of the camp 
activities were included (some in full color even). There was also a 
section which included selected essays that the kids wrote, along with 
some selected letters to mom and dad. They were printed exactly as they 
were written, vulgarities and all. They got some good shots of Tony and 
me on the hike, along with a close-up of our diapered butts. After I 
read through most of it I turned out the lights. I thought about Derek 
being "babied" and put into several of his younger brother's diapers 
and jacked off before going to sleep.
	It was Cindy's turn to change my diapers the next morning, so 
after I got up and ate breakfast Cindy led me to my room to change me. 
By this time it was about 8:30 and she had to be at her baby-sitting 
job before 9:00, so she hurriedly put me into three Thickies diapers 
and then took off.
	"Oh, I forgot to remind Cindy that we're going to the mall 
today," Lisa said as she looked at me in my super thick diapers. "Looks 
like I'm going to have to thin those diapers down some so you can wear 
some shorts." With this, Lisa pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned 
one of the three Thickies diapers and then pulled the plastic pants 
back up over the remaining two diapers.
	"There, that should do it," Lisa said.
	"These are still awfully thick," I said as I patted the front of 
my diapers.
	"And you have shorts that will fit over them," Lisa said. "You 
still have those shorts that Mom bought for you when Travis and Sean 
stole your shorts at the mall."
	"Oh yeah, how could I ever forget that?" I said. Lisa had been 
keeping the shorts in her room where she also kept my pants since I 
didn't need them most of the time. She brought the shorts out and had 
me put them on. They barely fit over two Thickies diapers and the top 
three to four inches of the diapers still showed above them.
	"People are still going to see that I am wearing these diapers," 
I said.
	"Then you might as well just go without your shorts," Lisa said. 
"Might as well let people see them in their entirety as long as they 
can see that you wear diapers in the first place."
	"I can't walk through the mall without something on over my 
diapers!" I said.
	"Why not? You go through the neighborhood in your diapers now, 
which you used to not do, so why not take it a little further? Besides, 
who knows you there at the mall anyway? And we're going to a place 
where they sell diapers for older boys like you. Consider this as 
practice for your big modeling appearance. You'll be a walking, talking 
advertisement for the diapers you're going to be modeling anyway, so 
all things considered, I'd say wearing the shorts is pointless."
	Lisa then folded up the shorts and took them back to her room and 
put them away.
	"I'm not walking into the mall in just these diapers," I said.
	"Okay, then I'll put your third diaper back on," Lisa said.
	"Lisa!" I shouted.
	"Chris, will you just cooperate? The store is just inside the 
entrance and up the escalator, so it's not like we're going all the way 
to the center of the mall. It's also morning and they aren't going to 
be as busy at this time of day."
	"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked Lisa.
	"Because I'm your big sister, that's why!" Lisa said, once again 
asserting her dominance. "Now come on, we need to get going."
	"Why now?" I asked.
	"Because Betty and I are going swimming today," Lisa said firmly. 
"I told Mrs. Brooks that I would do this for her first thing."
	Lisa and I then went over to Derek's house and met with his 
mother just as she was leaving for work.
	"I was about to come over and see what was holding you guys up," 
she said.
	"Just my uncooperative brother," Lisa said as she patted me on 
the behind.
	Derek's Mom then handed Lisa an envelope containing an 
undisclosed amount of cash and a list of the items for Lisa to buy.
	I really appreciate you doing this for me, Lisa," Derek's Mom 
said.
	"Not a problem," Lisa replied back as Derek's Mom got into her 
car and left. Lisa and I then went into Derek's house.
	Upon entering the house, we saw Jennie on the couch with Derek 
reclining in her lap and her arms. Jennie was bottle-feeding Derek! 
Most of all, Derek didn't seem to mind this sort of treatment at all as 
he lay there contentedly, wearing the same combined set of diapers he 
had on last night. Derek had soaked them through to the third layer as 
evidenced by the heavy puffiness of the outer diapers.
	"Congratulations on your new baby boy!" Lisa said to Jennie. "He 
must have really hurt coming out of you during labor!" Lisa added with 
a laugh. Jennie laughed back.
	"I think this is fun babying my big little brother!" Jennie said. 
"I think Derek likes it, too."
	Derek waved hello to me as he continued to suck on the bottle of 
milk that Jennie was feeding to him.
	"Just a little more and we'll be done, baby," Jennie said. Derek 
broke a smile as Jennie said this. "I'll get your didees changed and 
we'll be ready to go."
	"What is Derek going to wear?" Lisa asked Jennie.
	"He'll wear his shorts, but I'll make sure his diapers are 
showing."
	"Why bother with the shorts?" Lisa asked her. "If everyone will 
see that he wears diapers, then the shorts really aren't needed. This 
is how Chris is going, in just his diapers."
	"Well, in that case, we'll just take you to the mall in your 
diapers, how's that?" Jennie said to her brother. Derek just nodded in 
agreement. It was as if Derek was under some sort of spell or in a 
trance.
	"He's acting just like a baby!" Lisa said. "How do you do it?"
	"Well, Derek has some regressive tendencies from the way he was 
brought up, and the diapers he's wearing now tend to consummate these 
tendencies," Jennie said with such sophistication and intelligence. She 
was using some rather impressive words for a ten-year-old girl. She 
sounded like she was going to be a psychology major talking like that.
	After Derek finished off his bottle Jennie led him into his room 
and changed him. His diapers were sagging so much from the weight of 
all the pee and poop he put into them over the last several hours.
	"We still have those cloth diapers," Jennie said to Lisa. "Mom 
washed them last night and we were going to give them back to you, but 
is it okay if Derek wears them today?"
	"Go ahead," Lisa said. "Go ahead and keep them. We have no use 
for them, unless Mom has another baby and it's a boy like Chris," Lisa 
said.
	Minutes later Jennie came out of Derek's bedroom carrying several 
wet and poopy diapers. Behind her were Derek and Steven, neither of 
them wearing pants or shorts.
	"Are we going somewhere?" Steven asked Jennie.
	"Yeah, we're going to the mall with Lisa!" Jennie said.
	"I'm not dressed, and Derek's not dressed," Steven said.
	"You boys are dressed as far as I'm concerned," Jennie said.
	We all then left Derek's house and went back over to my house.
	"Get in the car, boys," Lisa said. Lisa went into the house to 
get her purse. I took the front seat while Derek and Steven took the 
back seat with Jennie. Derek had his pacifier with him and he was 
sucking on it. It was as if Derek had instantly transformed himself to 
a toddler.
	"So you feel like a baby now?" I asked Derek. He took the 
pacifier out of his mouth.
	"Yeah, I think it's fun," Derek said. "It makes me feel better."
	Jennie then reached into her own purse and produced a pacifier.
	"Here, Chris, have a pacifier!" she said. I took it from her hand 
and looked at it.
	"Well, put it in your mouth," she said. I looked at it one more 
time and then decided, what the hell. I stuck it in my mouth and then 
looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I have to admit I looked 
really cute.
	Lisa then came out to the car. She looked at me as she got in.
	"So you got Chris doing it, too?" Lisa said.
	"I think he wants to be a baby, too!" Jennie said.
	"I think we can accommodate that," Lisa said as she started the 
car.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 64
---------------------------

	I couldn't believe that I was actually going to be going to the 
mall with only diapers on! At least I wasn't going to be alone as I had 
Derek and Steven to accompany me in my diapers-sans-pants state of 
dress. On the other hand, three boys of different ages all wearing 
diapers was something most people didn't see every day, and besides 
being the oldest, my diapers were by far the thickest and most 
prominent.
	"You like sucking on the passy?" Lisa asked me, noting that I 
still had it in my mouth.
	"Mt's mkmy," is how it came out as I tried to say, "it's okay."
	"Whatever you said, Chris, you must like it, or you would have 
taken it out of your mouth by now," Lisa said to me as she smiled. I 
must say that I was enjoying this more than I realized. I had never 
really thought much about doing other "baby" things other than the fact 
that I wear diapers and also sleep in a crib and have sometimes drank 
out of baby bottles. I remembered Tony having a pacifier shortly after 
this whole diaper thing started, but I never pursued this matter and I 
never saw him use pacifiers after this. Maybe for him it was just a 
passing curiosity at the time.
	When we pulled into the mall parking lot I started to feel more 
nervous as I realized that I would be getting out of the car and 
walking into the huge building with dozens, more likely hundreds of 
people around me, even at the relatively early hour. The lot was 
already getting filled up. I realized that a lot of the people were 
probably getting a head-start on their back-to-school clothing shopping 
today and this accounted for the unexpectedly bigger crowds. Lisa found 
a parking spot about halfway down the row between the mall and the end 
of the lot.
	"We're here, guys!" Lisa said. She got out of the car and then 
told me to do the same. I was chickening out and not wanting to venture 
across the parking lot in view of so many people who would see me in 
diapers. I took the pacifier out of my mouth.
	"I can't go in there like this, Lisa," I said, pointing to my 
diapers, as if drawing Lisa's attention to their thick bulge from my 
crotch was necessary, which it certainly wasn't. "Can I just wait 
here?"
	"No, Chris, you're going in with the rest of us," Lisa said 
firmly. "Besides, Mom gave me some money to buy you some more diapers, 
too, and I need you to carry them."
	"Can't you carry them out?" I asked her.
	"Not in one trip," Lisa said.
	"How many diapers did she order?" I asked Lisa.
	"Enough to require more than two arms to carry out," Lisa said. 
"Mom told me that she's going to eventually replace all your old 
diapers since they're getting dingy and stained, and have you wear 
Thickies and only Thickies."
	"Can Jennie help you?" I asked Lisa.
	"She's going to have her hands full, too," Lisa said. "Remember, 
she's picking up diapers for her brothers, too."
	I knew Lisa wasn't going to back down and let me wait in the car, 
and I had managed to keep peace with her for most of the summer, so it 
didn't seem right for me to start trouble with her now. I conceded and 
got out of the car. Lisa opened the door and grabbed the pacifier that 
I was sucking on.
	"Here's your passy!" Lisa said. Without resistance I took it from 
her and stuck it in my mouth. What did I have to lose at this point 
anyway?
	We encountered a few people coming out of the mall as we headed 
towards its entrance, and as expected the three of us drew a lot of 
attention and turned plenty of heads. Kids, as expected, got the 
greatest kick out of seeing three boys waddling in diapers and sucking 
on pacifiers. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, but I knew they 
were all staring at us, mostly likely me.
	We got inside the mall where people were more densely 
concentrated and thus making us three boys more vulnerable to exposure. 
Everyone from toddlers, some of whom were in only diapers themselves, 
up to senior citizens, cast their stares towards us. I tried walking 
behind Lisa as closely as I could as her big butt and wide hips hid me 
from view of those who were approaching us, but this did no good for 
those walking behind us. Neither Derek nor Steven seemed to mind that 
everyone could see their diapers as well. I was too nervous to talk to 
Derek about how he felt about all this. Being encumbered by such thick 
diapers that made it difficult to walk, I was just trying to keep up 
with Lisa as her long legs gave her the ability to make long strides 
and walk faster.
	We approached the escalators. At least here I could count on 
Jennie, Derek and Steven to be behind me and block me from view of 
others at least for the duration of the ascent to the upper level of 
the mall. Instead, Derek and Steven went to the down escalator and 
tried running against it to see if they could make it to the top.
	"You guys! Come back here!" Jennie shouted. She then ran against 
the upward movement of the escalator Lisa and I were on and then Jennie 
got on the down escalator to chase her brothers. By then it was too 
late, and Jennie found herself going against the grain, so to speak, as 
she tried to catch Steven and Derek.
	Meanwhile, two ten-year-old-looking boys boarded the up escalator 
right behind me. I didn't pay any attention to them nor even look at 
them until we reached the top, but I listened to them make jokes and 
other remarks about me being in diapers. I got the upper hand on them, 
or shall I say, the upper escalator step, as I immediately unloaded 
poop into my diapers with my butt staring the two boys right in their 
faces. My bowel movement was satisfyingly loud and abundant, not to 
mention smelly.
	"Eww, I think he just shit his diapers," one of the boys said 
loudly.
	"He did, I can smell it," the other boy said. By then we reached 
the top of the escalator. "What a weirdo!" one of the boys said as I 
glanced at them to see what they looked like. A few seconds later 
Steven and Derek appeared at the top of the down escalator, much to the 
disgust of several people waiting for the two boys to clear the 
escalator so they could use it. The fact that they were in diapers only 
added to the people's surprise of what they were observing.
	"Beat ya!" Derek said to Steven, both of them oblivious to the 
mixture of a dozen or so cold stares and amused glances they were 
getting as people boarded the down escalator. Jennie had since then 
retreated and rode back to the bottom and then came back up the up 
escalator.
	"Maybe if you had them diapered more heavily like Chris you might 
have caught them," Lisa said to Jennie. "I know Chris would have never 
made it in his diapers."
	Fortunately the Kidz Klothez store was kitty-corner to the 
escalators and we walked right over to the store. As the store 
obviously catered to children's wear and it was during the back-to-
school shopping season, the store was busier than I had ever seen it 
except perhaps at Christmas. Lisa led us through the center aisle where 
we were most conspicuous to other shoppers, and then we went to the 
service counter at the back of the store.
	As expected, Mary was there working at the counter. She briefly 
nodded us all a "hello" as she was in the middle of helping another 
customer. The customer, a lady, was accompanied by two boys who looked 
to be about six and eight, respectively. A red-haired girl who looked 
to be about ten or eleven was sitting on a bench behind them, 
apparently waiting for her mother to order some diapers for the boys. 
At least this is what I had assumed and hoped was the situation, rather 
than being the girl who was receiving the diapers.
	The girl looked at the three of us boys and she smiled, 
apparently in anticipation of what her brothers would soon be wearing. 
This was a good indicator that the diapers were for the boys. Upon 
examining the two boys' shorts, it was clearly evident that they were 
very well-diapered as their butts stood out, but this still didn't one 
hundred percent rule out the possibility that the girl may be the 
recipient of the diapers. Soon, however, my assumption was assuredly 
confirmed.
	Mary turned her attention to me and said to her other customer, 
"Well, actually, Mrs. Oppenheimer, there's a live model of the Thickies 
diapers right there!" It seemed that Mary and the lady had been 
discussing Thickies diapers at the time we walked in. Mary then greeted 
Lisa. "I'll be right with you, Lisa."
	"This is Chris Barrett, and he's going to be one of the models 
appearing in the advertising for Thickies," Mary said as she stepped 
out from behind the counter and put her hand on my shoulder.
	"Really?" the lady said. "Do you hire him to walk around the 
store and model the diapers, or something?"
	"Oh, no," Mary laughed at the lady's false perception of my 
reason for appearing in diapers in the store. "You know, though, that 
isn't a bad idea," Mary said, then whispering, "just kidding, Chris." I 
didn't think she was serious, but then again, there seemed to be no 
limits to where I was seen wearing diapers out in the open anymore.
	"I'll have to get his autograph," the lady said. "He may be 
famous someday. After all, some actors do get their starts appearing in 
advertising."
	"I don't think he'll go *that* far," Lisa said to the lady.
	Meanwhile, the two boys had been looking me over and studying my 
diapers. They were also looking at Derek and Steven, but their 
attention kept returning to me. The boys appeared to be captivated by 
the size and the quantity of the diaper pins that were stuck in my 
diapers, not to mention the sheer magnitude of the diapers' thickness 
and rise on me.
	"Mommy, is *that* what my new diapers are gonna look like on me?" 
the smallest boy asked while pointing to me. He was jumping up and down 
excitedly. He was clearly well-adjusted to wearing diapers.
	"Yes, Max, sweetie, that's what they look like, so I'm sure 
you'll enjoy wearing them," his mother said as she patted his head and 
stroked his hair, which appeared to have not been exposed to the blades 
of a barber's scissors for the entire summer, same for the older boy.
	"Me, too, Mommy! They're so big!" the older boy shouted.
	"So are the messes you make in your diapers, Marvin," the mother 
said to the older boy as she patted him on the butt. He, too, had a 
captivating charm. I wanted to get to know these boys, but under the 
circumstances I couldn't establish any initial contact with them.
	"Look at how big his butt is!" Max said loudly as he pointed to 
me.
	"Now Max, don't point things out like that about strangers," his 
mother told him.
	"I'm sorry, my son Max just gets excited like that at times," the 
lady apologized to Lisa.
	"It's okay, ma'am," Lisa assured the lady. "Everyone says my 
brother's butt looks big with the diapers he's wearing."
	"I must agree, young miss, those are some impressive diapers your 
brother is wearing."
	"He's wearing two Thickies," Lisa explained to the lady. "That's 
why they look so much thicker and bigger. You ought to see Chris when 
he has *three* of them on!"
	"Oh my," the lady said. "I'd think two would be plenty, but, if 
you knew *my* boys..."
	"One diaper is enough for most cases," Mary told Mrs. 
Oppenheimer. "But that doesn't mean your sons can't wear just one if 
they need to wear more, or, as it appears for your boys, *want* to wear 
more than one diaper."
	"I wanna wear a *hundred* of them!" Max said so cutely. "I wanna 
wear a hundred million zillion gazillion jillion of them!"
	"I'll put as many of them on you two boys as I can," the girl 
said to her brothers. It appeared that she, too, had a sisterly 
responsibility for changing her brothers' diapers and enjoyed doing it. 
She had double duty and no other sisters to help.
	Mary then showed Mrs. Oppenheimer the model in the brochure. "As 
you can see, even one Thickies diaper is still very big and thick. Do 
your sons wear pajamas to bed?"
	"No, just their diapers," the lady said. "It's all they wear all 
day long, in fact."
	"That's good, because, I'll be honest, Mrs. Oppenheimer, these 
diapers are not designed with discreetness in mind, and we tell people 
who buy them for their kids that they should be comfortable with 
wearing them out in the open since they are so prohibitively thick that 
outer clothing cannot be worn over them, except perhaps for overalls."
	"That's what I like about them," Marvin remarked to Mary as he 
grinned ear to ear. Mary then smiled back at Marvin.
	"I'd have to say that your boys fit right into the market we are 
seeking for Thickies diapers, Mrs. Oppenheimer," Mary said.
	"You can call me Rita," the lady said politely.
	"Okay, sure," Mary replied. "We have found that there are a 
number of kids who wear diapers and enjoy them, mostly boys, and they 
like diapers to be really big and thick, and usually they wear just 
these diapers around the house, sometimes elsewhere, as Chris, here, 
has demonstrated."
	When Mary pointed me out to the lady with her two adorable little 
sons I just blushed and smiled. They smiled back at me.
	"So that's why this other boy has no pants on?" Mrs. Oppenheimer 
as she looked at me. "I thought it was just because his pants wouldn't 
fit over those *monstrous* diapers he has on."
	"My brother just never wears pants, period," Lisa said. "Except 
for school."
	"Sounds like my boys," Rita said to Lisa.
	Suddenly Max decided to take his shorts off and reveal his 
diapers. They, too, were cloth diapers. They were quite thick and 
consisted of several tightly packed layers and pinned on tightly and 
abundantly.
	"What are you doing?" Marvin asked his younger brother.
	"Taking my shorts off, since I want to be in my diapers like 
these other boys are," Max said. Max then tossed his shorts to his 
sister sitting on the bench. She extended her hand and caught them. She 
then folded them up and set them on the bench next to her.
	"Max, you wanna go around in just your diapers, too?" his mother 
said as she patted his bottom.
	"Yeah, I LOVE being in diapers!" Max said. He then rolled onto 
the floor and started kicking his legs in the air ever so excitedly. He 
was such a cutie! The red-haired girl watched and smiled. Surprisingly, 
the mother didn't seem to mind that her son stripped himself of his 
shorts and then exhibited his love for diapers so explicitly. It may 
have been the fact that there were already three of us in just our 
diapers that lowered the other boys' inhibitions and put their mother 
more at ease. That, and there was nobody else in the area to witness 
the little boy's display of excitement over being in just his diapers. 
Derek and Steven were enjoying watching Max, especially as he stuck his 
thumb in his mouth.
	Marvin, take your shorts off!" Max said to his older brother.
	"Okay," Marvin said. He undid his shorts and exposed his diapers, 
which were equally as thick and abundant as Max's diapers. This time 
the girl got up to retrieve the shorts. She bent down behind Marvin and 
picked them up, taking them back with her.
	"Thanks, Heidi," Marvin said, revealing his older sister's name. 
The girl then folded the shorts up and set them on top of Max's shorts.
	"You need to be changed already, Marvin," Heidi said. "I could 
smell your dirty diapers when I picked up your shorts."
	"You can change me when we get our new THICKIES diapers," Marvin 
said excitedly. "I'm diapered enough until they come tomorrow."
	"Your two butts will look so cute in them!" Heidi said as she 
squeezed her shoulders and legs together as she had her hands between 
her knees.
	"It's obvious that your boys wear diapers during the day, too, 
Rita," Mary said.
	"Oh yes, they're in diapers around the clock, around the 
calendar," Rita said. "They'll always be in diapers, so I'm glad they 
enjoy it."
	"Have you thought about what pants they will be wearing when you 
get them these diapers?" Mary asked Rita.
	"I know I'll probably need to buy them some bigger pants," Rita 
said. "Probably some overalls like you suggested."
	"Oh yes, definitely," Mary said. She then suggested some overalls 
that the Kidz Klothez store sold which were specially tailored to fit 
kids who wear Thickies disposable diapers. They were manufactured under 
commission from CKM Products for this very reason. I know, because I 
get CKM's monthly kids' newsletter in the mail.
	Rita then placed her order for some Thickies diapers in cloth and 
disposable, along with plastic pants and a supply of the larger diaper 
pins. The amount of the order was for several hundred dollars.
	"We'll have those delivered to you UPS by tomorrow, Rita," Mary 
said as she handed Rita a receipt. The order was too big to be carried 
out of the store. At this time the family left. I watched as the two 
boys waddled away from us in their thick diapers.
	"You boys should probably put your shorts back on, too," their 
mother said to them. Heidi then handed the shorts to her mother.
	"Aww, Mommy!" Max said as he shrugged, with Marvin doing the same 
thing. "I hate shorts and I hate pants," Max said. "I wanna show off my 
diapers!"
	"Oh, sheez," Rita chuckled lightly. "It's not like you boys are 
naked, certainly no danger of indecent exposure in those diapers. What 
the heck, let 'em go like that, Heidi." With this, the mother handed 
the shorts back to Heidi as she folded them back up and carried them 
with her. She smiled at her two little brothers and patted them each on 
the butt as they left.
	I couldn't believe this lady! She was like the coolest Mom in the 
world! I love my Mom, don't get me wrong there, but I couldn't help but 
to feel envious of the close bonds that seemed to exist so healthily in 
this family.
	Mary then finally helped Lisa after we had waited about fifteen 
minutes or so.
	"I'm sorry I spent so much time with that other family," Mary 
apologized profusely to Lisa.
	"No problem," Lisa said. "We were actually enjoying it."
	Mary then got down to business to take care of Lisa's order. Lisa 
gave Mary the order and then, after having tendered a handful of twenty 
dollar bills, a back room worker came to the service counter with two 
large boxes loaded onto a dolly cart. There was also a smaller box 
containing plastic pants, and another large box packed with disposable 
diapers for me to wear to school. Each of the boxes was prominently 
labeled with the "THICKIES" logo. All of those diapers were going to be 
mine! I got hard knowing that I had so many Thickies diapers now!
	"I told you, Chris, I would need your help getting all these 
diapers of yours to the car," Lisa said. We set the boxes aside for now 
while waiting for Jennie.
	Now it was Jennie's turn to order diapers for her brothers. Mary 
escorted Derek to the back room where she would measure him and fit him 
for Thickies diapers. He also got a diaper change out of it as he 
returned wearing a gleaming white Thickies diaper and big plastic pants 
over them. The old diapers were placed in a large garbage sack. Derek 
had only wet in them, he told me.
	"What do you think?" I asked Derek.
	"I love them!" he said. He then started running around, almost 
looking like Max with his behavior.
	Steven wasn't fitted for diapers since his new diapers were just 
standard issue Thickies diapers for older toddlers. Jennie picked up 
two case of cloth diapers-- one for each of her brothers-- with plastic 
pants. She paid Mary for the order and we were in our way out of the 
store and out of the mall.
	"Grab a box, Chris," Lisa said. Every one of us was carrying at 
least one large box. The store and the rest of the mall had become even 
busier and more people saw us. I even saw some kids from school.
	"Gee, Chris, does this mean you'll be coming to school in your 
diapers, too?" he asked. If my hands weren't full I would have bent 
over and mooned my diapers at him.
	We all went down the escalator and out the mall exit and to the 
parking lot. Lisa opened the trunk and crammed all of my diapers into 
it. There wasn't room for anything else, so all of Derek's and Steven's 
diapers were loaded into the back seat, with one package in the front 
seat between Lisa and me. We then left the mall and headed for lunch.
	"That wasn't so bad, was it, Chris?" Lisa said. "Going to the 
mall in just your diapers."
	"I actually liked it," I said with hesitation. "It was kind of, 
well, a thrill."
	"We'll have to get Tony to come to the mall in diapers with you," 
Lisa said.
	"Yeah, I've one-upped him enough times as it is, but he always 
catches up somehow. That's why he's going to California with me."
	After we got back from the mall I spent the rest of the afternoon 
with Derek. Jennie added another Thickies diapers to the one he already 
had on him and she used more pins on the topmost diaper. Steven was 
also put into a double set of Thickies diapers, which he was well 
content with wearing. He was further assured that he would never be 
expected to use the potty since he had no way of taking his ultra-
pinned Thickies diapers off. He showed me his crib that he was now 
sleeping in. I even got into it myself, although it was too small for 
me.
	I talked to Derek about his regressive tendencies. It excited me 
to think that he could actually be brought to think that he is a little 
baby boy and when he did he would become completely relaxed and 
submissive. This would be a dream for Lisa and Cindy to have this 
control over me, I knew that for sure.
	For the rest of the day I thought about those two boys I saw at 
Kidz Klothez, Marvin and Max, along with their sister Heidi. How I 
wished I could have talked to the boys! They would long remain vividly 
in my strongest diaper fantasies for years to come. After I came home 
from Derek's house I went to my room and hopped into my crib. I was 
overdue to masturbate, especially with all I saw and experienced on 
this day. I jacked off feverishly while thinking about Max rolling 
around on the floor proclaiming his unrelenting enthusiasm for wearing 
diapers. Maybe the fates will bring us together again someday.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 65
---------------------------

	The summer days passed by fairly quickly as the day Tony and I 
left for California approached. Until then I spent most of my days over 
at Derek's house looking after him and his little brother. They 
adjusted to their new Thickies diapers and they enjoyed wearing them. 
Toilet training for Steven was officially declared over with and Steven 
was going to be wearing diapers indefinitely. Derek denounced his 
status as toilet trained and declared himself a diaper boy for the rest 
of his life. Derek enjoyed being babied by me and by Jennie. Jennie 
even babied me at times, and she changed my diapers while I was over 
there. While Derek continued to wear diapers and use bottles and 
pacifiers at times, his mom did rescind his crib punishment and let him 
sleep in his bed again. His mother also lightened up on letting Derek 
and Steven wear diapers once she got more used to seeing me in diapers 
along with her two sons. She was actually turning out to be pretty 
decent, better than the first impression she made on me, anyway.
	I was counting down the days until Tony and I left for 
California. Tony and I got so excited about it that we could hardly 
talk about anything else. One thing that did help pass the time was 
another large manila envelope that I received in the mail. Since I had 
already received the yearbook from the summer camp I had no idea what 
else I'd be getting. When I looked at the return address, however, my 
memory was jogged. It was from Matthew Sherman. "Of course, the kid 
from summer camp!", I thought to myself. He was the kid who went around 
the camp preaching to everyone about his church. He turned out to be 
pretty nice after Tony and I saved him from Trevor and Sean, who beat 
up on him for his preaching. He had enclosed a letter along with 
photocopies of the stories he told me he'd send. Quite honestly, I 
didn't think I'd ever hear from him again, so getting a package from 
him was a nice surprise. I read the letter he enclosed:

Dear Chris,

How has your summer been? I have enjoyed mine. Did you have a good time 
at the camp? For the most part I did, other than when Trevor and Sean 
beat up on me. Thank you, and Tony, for helping me out. I pray for you 
every day. I consider you to be a friend now, and I hope that you still 
think the same of me...
	He went on to explain how much better he feels about talking to 
us about his feelings that he gets from wearing diapers. I remembered 
him telling us about his story about a boy who had moved in to a new 
house at the end of the summer. He decided meet his new neighbors, 
which included two boys. When he discovers that these two boys wear 
diapers he goes over there and gets diapered, too. I found this story 
in the packet which included some other stories. After I read these 
stories I let Tony read them and make some copies for himself. I 
decided that I would reciprocate and send him a letter and some stories 
of my own. The day before I left for California with Tony I sent them 
off to him.
	At last the day had come for Tony and I to go to California! Tony 
had stayed overnight with me so that we could both leave for the 
airport together. Last night Tony and I had watched the practice videos 
that my sisters made of us advertising Thickies diapers, mainly to get 
us even more excited about the trip. Mom helped me pack my bags. I 
wanted to take my cloth Thickies with me, but for travel purposes Mom 
decided that it would be easier for me to just wear the disposables and 
not have any laundry to worry about while I was away. Mom and dad also 
went over the itinerary with Tony and me several times. They wanted to 
be sure we would know exactly where to be, when to be there and who to 
look for when we got there, especially as we would be without an adult 
guardian until we got to Los Angeles. Mom and Dad were understandably 
very concerned about us making it there and staying with the right 
people once we found them since we had never traveled alone like this 
before. They had us each recite the entire itinerary before they were 
satisfied that we knew what to do.
	Tony and I had hardly gotten any sleep since we were both so 
amped up about this day that we had waited for over the last several 
months. Best of all was the fact that, after thinking I was going to go 
alone, Tony turned out to be selected after all and would be joining 
me.
	My alarm clock blared Tony and I out of our short slumber at 5:00 
AM as we awakened to the guitar riffs of Nirvana on the radio. Lisa had 
set her alarm as well since she would be the one to drive us to the 
airport and see us off.
	In spite of the early hour and the little sleep we had, Tony and 
I were wide awake. It wasn't like waking up for school, we had a reason 
to be excited at such an early hour. Still, we lay in the crib without 
the covers on us and talked about what the next few days would be like.
	Lisa came into my room and turned the light on and shut off my 
clock radio.
	"Are you boys awake?" Lisa asked as she stood there by my crib 
and slid the gate down.
	"Oh yeah, we're ready to go!" I said.
	"I'm not," Lisa yawned as she stretched. She had on her long 
night shirt and her hair was a mess. I could see her bare nipples 
piercing through her shirt and I had a feeling she had no panties on 
underneath her shirt.
	"Get your diapered butts out of your crib, boys, and go eat some 
cereal while I get dressed," Lisa ordered us in a groggy voice while 
rubbing her eyes. "Then I'll change your diapers after I am dressed."
	With this, Tony and I left my crib and went out to the kitchen 
and ate Lucky Charms and drank orange juice. Lisa was still getting 
ready when Tony and I finished eating breakfast. Both of us had morning 
wood trying to find its way out of our very wet and poopy diapers. We 
went out to the living room and jacked each other off while sitting on 
the floor in the dark of pre-dawn. Lisa, being like most teenage girls, 
took her time in getting herself all prettied up, like she was going to 
pick up some good-looking guys at the airport, and at such an early 
hour, sheesh!
	I decided to go outside and get the newspaper so Tony and I could 
read the comics. It was still dark for one thing, most people were 
still in bed, and just about everyone in the neighborhood had seen me 
outside in diapers anyway, so I just strode out the front door and let 
Cotton come in as he had been out all night. He meowed a good morning 
greeting to me as I walked out to the front to get the newspaper. It 
hadn't been delivered yet.
	"Damn," I said as I peered into the empty box after not being 
able to feel in the dark that the paper was there. I knew these guys 
worked early, but I wasn't sure when the paper usually showed up. At 
that moment the paper carrier came up the sidewalk and he stood behind 
me, waiting for me to move out of his way just as I was stepping away 
from the newspaper box. He had looked at me standing there bent over 
with my diapered butt facing him in the glow of the nearby street 
light. I turned around and looked at him, feeling embarrassed about the 
timing of his arrival and how he first saw me. From the way he looked 
at me I could tell he wasn't used to seeing boys my age all thickly 
diapered up. I was also wearing a T-shirt with the Thickies logo 
emblazoned across the front, also visible in the street light.
	"Here's your newspaper, sir," the guy said as he handed it to me.
	"Thanks," I replied back. He continued on to the next house, but 
he took another look back at me while I stood there before going back 
to the house.
	"Shit! Lisa's *still* not ready?" I asked Tony, who had turned 
the lamp on and was sitting in the recliner petting Cotton as he lay in 
Tony's lap, resting his head on the softness of Tony's thick diaper.
	"Not yet," Tony said.
	"I'm so glad we're boys," I said. "Get my diapers changed, change 
my shirt, brush my hair, brush my teeth, and I'm done."
	"Don't forget putting on your pants," Tony said.
	"Well, that part usually doesn't count," I said.
	I took the rubber band off the newspaper and set it on the end 
table. I then unrolled the newspaper and got out the comics section. I 
spread the page out on the floor. Tony got out of the chair and joined 
me as we lay next to each other on the floor on our stomachs and read 
the comics. Cotton then joined us a few minutes later and sat right in 
the middle of the page. We were about done reading the comics anyway.
	I then picked up the rubber band that came from the newspaper and 
stretched it between my thumb and index finger. I held it up to Tony's 
butt and then started plucking it lightly. The rubber band still 
snapped loudly as it smacked Tony's diaper. It startled Cotton and he 
got up off the newspaper and ran across the room after leaving small 
tears in the paper from his claws.
	"Sorry about that, Cotton," I apologized to him.
	Tony then took the rubber band and he did the same thing to me, 
snapping it on my much-diapered bottom.
	"Can't feel it, can you?" Tony said. Tony plucked the rubber band 
harder, making it snap louder.
	"No, but we're probably gonna wake everybody up," I said.
	Lisa then appeared at the entry to the hall. She was dressed and 
ready to change our diapers.
	"What was that noise?" Lisa asked us.
	"This," I said as I took the rubber band and shot it at Lisa. I 
hit her right on her breast. This wasn't a difficult target, given 
Lisa's size.
	"Hey!" she said. "I don't have to change you guys, you know," 
Lisa said. "I could take you guys to the airport just like that, and 
why not, since you've already been to the mall in just your diapers," 
Lisa said.
	"I haven't," Tony said.
	Lisa then bent over and retrieved the rubber band. She shot it 
back at me.
	"Hah! Right on your butt, Chris!" she said. "Not that it's hard 
to miss with all those diapers covering it."
	"Neither is your--" I started to say back, but I retreated when 
Lisa gave me a look showing that she didn't care for the comment she 
expected me to say.
	Mom then got up and appeared in the living room wearing her 
housecoat.
	"Mornin', Lisa, mornin' boys," Mom said tiredly. "What was the 
banging noise I heard out here?"
	I picked up the rubber band once more and plucked it against 
Tony's butt.
	"I was doing this, Mom," I said.
	"Shhh! Stop that, Chris, you'll wake everybody up," Mom 
whispered.
	"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Did I wake you?"
	"You did," she said.
	"I'm sorry," I apologized again.
	"I wanted to get up anyway and make sure you guys made it off on 
time. What time is it?"
	"5:40," Lisa said as she looked at her watch.
	"The plane takes off in just over an hour, and it takes a half 
hour just to get there, so you'd better get moving fast," my Mom said. 
"You haven't changed their diapers yet?"
	"That's what I was going to do next, Mom," Lisa said.
	"You're going to be several minutes just changing Chris out of 
all his diapers," Mom said. "You change Chris and I'll change Tony."
	Tony and I then went into my room while Lisa and my Mom followed. 
Lisa started stripping me of my diapers while Mom went to work on 
changing Tony. By the time Mom had Tony in his clean disposable 
Thickies diaper Lisa was still unpinning my diapers. Mom took one side 
while Lisa took the other in unpinning the remaining diapers. Lisa then 
wiped up my poop while Mom gathered up the soiled diapers. Mom then 
handed Lisa one of my Thickies disposable diapers.
	"Here, you diaper him while I take his dirty diapers to the 
wash," my Mom said. Lisa quickly wrapped the diaper around my butt and 
my dick and then taped it up. I then changed out of my nighttime shirt 
and into a day shirt. Mom came back in the room.
	"Get your shorts on, boys," my Mom said. "You don't have much 
time."
	"Lisa hasn't gotten them for me yet," I said.
	"Go get his shorts, Lisa," my Mom said. "And hurry."
	Lisa went into her bedroom and turned the light on, waking Cindy. 
Lisa then came back with my shorts and tossed them to me. I slipped 
them on over my diaper. I had to leave the top three inches of the 
high-rising diaper showing in the front, with even more exposure in the 
rear. Tony and I then put our shoes and socks on and left my room.
	The bags had already been loaded into the trunk last night so 
that they would be ready to go. Both Dad and Cindy had gotten out of 
bed upon hearing the last-minute commotion as we compulsively double-
checked everything to make sure Tony and I had our plane tickets and 
other documentation that we would need while out and about.
	The rest of the family was ready to see us off at the house. 
Cindy tried to give me a kiss goodbye, but all I was going to allow for 
was a hug. Lisa also tried the same thing, but I back off and showed 
the same resistance against her as I did Cindy.
	"You want me to kiss you goodbye at the airport instead?" Lisa 
asked me.
	"I just don't want you to kiss me, period," I said.
	"But this may be the last time I see you, Chris," Lisa said. "You 
never know when a plane will crash."
	"Aww, Lisa," my Mom said. "Don't say that. That's terrible." Dad 
also groaned disapprovingly of Lisa's remark.
	"Yeah, don't jinx their flight," Cindy replied.
	"Oh come on, guys," Lisa said. "You all know that I would be 
very, very, very upset if anything happened to my wittle bwother!" With 
this, Lisa got in the hug and the kiss she wanted to give me. Cindy 
also got her kiss in as well. They each hugged and kissed Tony, too. He 
immediately wiped his face off afterwards.
	Dad shook our hands and wished us a safe and fun trip. I also 
gave him a hug. I gave my Mom and hug and a kiss and she reciprocated. 
I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Cotton, so I picked him up 
and kissed him on the head, too. Tony and I then followed Lisa out to 
the car and got in with her. At long last we were headed for the 
airport.
	We had less than an hour to get to the airport, get our luggage 
checked in and get on the plane. Lisa risked getting her first speeding 
ticket as she raced down the freeway to get to the airport on time. 
Luckily for her, and us, she made it in spite of having to contend with 
the early morning rush traffic that was starting to increase. She 
parked the car and then opened up the trunk. I had two large bags to be 
checked in, plus my carry-on, which contained a supply of disposable 
diapers and wipes as well as my headset tape player and a couple books.
	Lisa lugged my largest bag up to the terminal building while I 
carried my second bag and carry-on. Tony's hands were full, too. As he 
packed disposables, he only needed to check one bag and his carry-on. 
We entered the terminal building and located the check-in desk. After 
this we hurried up to the concourse.
	Once again we were at the metal detector. I recalled how last 
time I was here at the airport I was wearing a soiled diaper and 
walking funny, so I was scanned over by a wand. My smelly diaper was 
quite offensive to the guard, I recalled with amusement. This time I 
simply walked through without getting beeped, as did Tony and Lisa.
	"Okay guys, this way," Lisa escorted us to the gate. I was 
surprised to see that there were so many passengers waiting to board 
the flight so early in the morning. Many of them appeared to be 
business travelers. The incoming flight was expected to arrive on time, 
which was good. In fact, it was rolling into the gate when we arrived.
	The flight we were getting on was heading to San Francisco, where 
there would be a short layover before heading from there to Los 
Angeles. I knew by then both Tony and I would be due for a diaper 
change and the time in between flights would be useful for this 
purpose.
	The boarding call was made and children who were flying alone 
were instructed to board first.
	"That's you guys," Lisa said. Looking around, there were few 
children, and they were all with their parents, so Tony and I were the 
only ones who boarded. I gave Lisa a hug goodbye, but she was kind 
enough to refrain from kissing me, although she did blow us each a 
kiss.
	"Have fun, guys!" Lisa said as she watched Tony and me walking to 
the gate and onto the plane. The stewardess escorted us to our seats 
and asked us what we were doing flying to San Francisco alone. She was 
apparently making small talk to make us more comfortable.
	"We're actually headed to L.A.," I said.
	"Yeah, we're gonna be in magazine ads," Tony said.
	"Oh, really!" the stewardess said excitedly. "What will you be 
advertising?"
	"Uhhh, it's for boys' fashions," I said, not wanting to tell the 
stewardess that it was for diapers.
	"We won a contest," Tony added.
	"Ahh, I see," said the stewardess. "What is the product you'll be 
advertising? That way I'll watch for the ads, and then I can tell all 
my friends when I see it in a magazine that I helped the boys who are 
in that ad board the plane!"
	"Well, actually, the company's called CKM Products," I explained. 
I then hesitated. "But the ad will probably show the product by its 
name instead. They're called, uhh, Thickies."
	"Thickies?" The stewardess said, questioning the name. "Sounds 
sort of like a brand of-- well, not to embarrass you boys or anything, 
but it sounds sort of like the name of a diaper or something," she 
said.
	"Well, that's what it is," Tony said. The stewardess could tell 
that we were embarrassed. She then smiled at us to put us at ease.
	"You probably didn't think they made diapers for older boys like 
us, huh?" I said nervously.
	"Actually, just between you and me, my brother used to wet the 
bed when he was a kid and he had to wear diapers. Back then people 
didn't talk about older kids needing diapers, but now it sounds like 
companies are bringing it out in the open."
	Tony and I thanked the stewardess for her understanding. At this 
time the other passengers started to board and the stewardess continued 
on with her duties.
	Tony and I looked at each other and exchanged smiles and high-
fives.
	"This is it, man!" Tony said. "We're finally doing it! We're 
finally going to California!"
	"Yeah! *We* are going to California! I didn't think you'd be 
sitting here next to me on this flight," I said. "I'd hate to be doing 
this alone, thinking about you being stuck at home all this time."
	While we waited for the rest of the passengers to board Tony 
confessed and admitted that he felt jealous about only me going, but I 
let him know I appreciated his good sportsmanship for it. Knowing this 
made me feel even better that he was on the flight with me.
	The plane rolled away from the gate and out onto the tarmac, and 
soon we were airborne, getting the safety lecture, of course. I looked 
out the window and watched Boise disappear into the distance as we 
headed over the vast expanse of sagebrush south of town, finally on our 
way to California.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 66
---------------------------

	The flight between Boise and San Francisco went smoothly and 
without incident. Tony and I could hardly talk about anything other 
than our anticipation for what would lie ahead for us. A man in a 
business suit sitting next to Tony got to listen to our conversation 
about diapers. While he looked like he was trying to tune us out while 
reading his copies of TIME and Business Week, I could see him sneaking 
glances over at us every now and then. Upon landing in San Francisco we 
were both due for diaper changes and we planned to do this during the 
short time that we would have between flights. For the man next to Tony 
as well as the other neighboring passengers who had to smell our dirty 
diapers during the flight while sitting in such close quarters, any 
such diaper changes would come too late for them. My diapers were 
loaded with runny stool which I must have let loose while somewhere 
over Nevada, and Tony was in the same condition.
	Once we were off the plane in San Francisco Tony and I located 
the nearest bathroom. We were completely disoriented, not really having 
any idea where we were. The airport was very busy and it wasn't easy 
finding our way through the throngs of people. A couple minutes later 
we finally located a bathroom and went in.
	Call it culture shock if you will, but Tony and I, both having 
been born and raised in Idaho, were not prepared for the type of people 
we saw in the bathroom. It was mostly a group of punk teenagers whose 
brethren back home in Boise were fewer and farther between than here. 
One kid with green spiked hair looked at us strangely as we entered the 
bathroom, each of us carrying our diaper bags.
	"Whatcha got in them bags?" he asked us as his nose ring glared 
in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
	"Uhh, Tony, I think we'd better find another bathroom," I said 
nervously.
	"Are you, like, lost?" another one of the strange freaks said. 
The group then began laughing.
	"They're looking for their Mommy and Daddy," another one said.
	It didn't take Tony and I long to realize that we made a poor 
choice in selecting a bathroom. Meanwhile, I wet my diaper some more. 
It felt even heavier and bulkier between my legs as it absorbed more 
pee. I was starting to stink bad enough to be smelled from over twenty 
feet away. I at least wanted to have a clean diaper on for the courtesy 
of any passengers who would be seated around me on the flight to Los 
Angeles.
	Tony and I tried to find another bathroom, and when we did we 
were pleased to see that it contained more civilized people. It was 
crowded and all the stalls were in use. We stood and waited for one 
stall to open up. While Tony and I waited we noticed that there were 
two sets of legs in one stall. One set of appeared to belong to an 
older boy, judging by the size of his feet and that he was wearing 
juvenile-looking crew socks The other legs belonged to his father, 
presumably. He was wearing dress shoes and slacks.
	"That's a good boy," the man in the stall said. "After you're 
changed you'll be good for at least until we land in Denver."
	We saw the father set on the floor a soiled, wadded-up diaper 
that was large enough to fit Tony or me. Tony and I looked at each 
other, silently acknowledging to each other that we enjoyed what we 
were seeing. How I wished I could have watched the boy in that stall 
get his diaper changed. We waited to see what the boy looked like in 
spite of the fact that two other stalls had become available. He and 
his father came out of the stall. The boy looked to be about 10 and he 
was wearing shorts. I could see his diaper showing well above the 
waistband of his shorts, especially as his shirt was still rolled up. 
His father then made an adjustment to the boy's shirt. I could also see 
it in the seat that the boy was well diapered as his butt stood out 
about like mine and Tony's diapers made our butts stand out. We both 
agreed that they had to be Thickies diapers. The boy's knees were 
wobbly and he had some difficulty walking. At first I thought it was 
from his thick diaper that caused him to walk funny.
	"Cerebral Palsy," Tony said, having determined the boy's 
condition and thus his need for diapers. Tony and I both went into the 
stall together, catching the stares of some people who must have 
wondered why two boys of the same age went in there together. We were 
hundreds of miles away from home and nobody knew us here anyway, so we 
really didn't care. Tony and I checked each other's diapers to decide 
who was in the greatest need to be changed first. We both agreed that I 
was the poopiest and the stinkiest, though Tony's diaper was no bed of 
roses, either.
	Since the stall walls left the first foot of space from the floor 
open, as most stalls do, Tony took my diaper off and wiped me clean 
while I remained standing so observers-- such as Tony and me when we 
were watching the other boy get his diaper changed-- would not get a 
free peep show of sorts, or in my case, a poop show. Tony was taking 
his time cleaning my butt and rubbing my crotch. It was awkward doing 
this in a busy airport bathroom, but I was enjoying it and getting a 
good hard-on from it. Tony then had me diapered and ready to go for the 
flight to Los Angeles.
	When it became my turn to change Tony's diaper, I also applied 
the same attention to Tony's dirty butt and made him get hard. My 
leisurely diaper change performance on Tony was cut short when they 
announced over the intercom that our flight was boarding.
	"Shit, I'm gonna have to hurry," I said. I got Tony cleaned up 
and then I got him diapered. Even though I rarely handled my own 
diapers or anyone else's I managed to get Tony's diaper on him tightly 
and securely, especially under the circumstances.
	When we opened the stall door we were greeted by a kid who looked 
to be a little older than us. He must have also been from out of area 
and had come to San Francisco with the attitude that everyone who lives 
in or comes to San Francisco is gay or something.
	"Have fun in there, boys?" he said to us in a mocking homosexual-
type voice, making all the stereotypical gestures along with it. Both 
Tony and I were carrying our soiled diapers to dispose of in the 
garbage as we left the stall.
	Tony then took my diaper from me and he looked at the smart-assed 
kid before we exited the stall so that he could enter.
	"You must be the attendant," Tony said to the kid. "Here's your 
tip." With this Tony quickly handed the two wadded-up shit- and piss-
filled diapers to the kid. Acting on impulse, the kid took them in his 
hands, which was when he realized what they were. Tony and I shot out 
of there and didn't stay long enough to find out what he did with our 
soiled diapers at that point. We had a plane to catch.
	We made it to the gate with five minutes to spare and we got our 
seats on the plane. From San Francisco it took longer for the plane to 
get in the air once we were out on the tarmac than it did in Boise, but 
soon we were aloft and heading towards Los Angeles.
	The last leg of the flight went fairly quickly and soon our plane 
had touched down in Los Angeles. It took several minutes for the plane 
to get to the huge terminal building, but before long we were off the 
plane. We were expected to meet with Linda White, the CKM 
Representative who had met with us last spring. It was nice to see a 
familiar face in the sea of people as Linda waved to Tony and me to get 
our attention.
	"All right, you boys made it!" Linda said to us with a big, 
professional smile as she shook our hands. She asked us how the flight 
was and how our summer had gone, just some small talk to break the ice. 
Linda told us that there were two other boys from San Francisco on our 
flight, so we waited until they stepped off the plane. Linda greeted 
them as well. Their names were Doug and Bryan. Doug was nine years old 
and was accompanied by his mother. Bryan was eleven and on his own, 
though it appeared that he had joined Doug to keep each other company.
	"Do any of you boys need to change?" Linda asked us delicately, 
knowing that we were amid of hundreds of passengers milling around us. 
Tony and I told her that we had changed our diapers in San Francisco 
and would be okay for the time being. Bryan also reported that he was 
okay, but Doug was in need of a change. His mother took him into the 
women's restroom. Bryan was evidently accustomed to going into female 
territory to get his diapers changed as he fully cooperated in 
following his mother to the restroom. A few minutes later they both 
came out. A few people did double-takes as they saw a boy emerge from 
the women's restroom.
	Linda then escorted us through the frenzied, busy airport and led 
us to the baggage claim area. On the way there Tony and I introduced 
ourselves to the other boys and they introduced themselves as well. I 
could hear the crinkling and I could also see their Thickies diapers 
clearly showing through their shorts.
	Once Tony and I had our bags as well as the other two boys Linda 
led us out of the terminal building and to the parking garage. There, 
we climbed into a company van emblazoned with the CKM Products logo. 
The drive to the hotel where we would be staying took awhile because of 
the heavy traffic. This gave Tony and I a chance to get to know the 
other boys a little more. Among other more mundane topics such as 
school and hobbies, we discussed our reasons for wearing diapers. Doug 
had encopresis and Bryan had cerebral palsy. Tony and I told the other 
boys that we were bedwetters, which was the case for us now, but we 
didn't want to explain in front of Doug's mother that our needs for 
wearing diapers were artificially induced. We figured there would be 
time later on to tell the boys more details and the truth about our 
diaper histories.
	The hotel looked to be a very nice place, but not overly stuffy 
or formal, which was actually good since I would have felt out of my 
element otherwise. Linda got us checked in and then she showed us to 
our room. Tony and I would be sharing a room with Bryan and one other 
boy whom Linda had yet to pick up on her next trip to the airport. Doug 
and his Mom were getting a room of their own.
	We went into the elevator and went up to the eighth floor. Linda 
then issued one key to each of us. I opened up the door using my key 
and then we went into the room. It was quite spacious. It had two beds 
and other furnishings. Of course it had a bathroom, but it would only 
be used for brushing teeth and taking showers. The toilet, with its 
seat covered in sanitary wrapping, would likely still have its wrapping 
left on it for the entire time we would be there. The toilet paper 
supply would also likely remain unchanged. It would make things easier 
for the maids, that's for sure.
	The room offered plenty of things to do. There was a large stereo 
TV and a wide selection of movies to choose from. There was a small 
refrigerator stocked with soda and other beverages and other snacks 
which were also provided. Linda told us that there were video games, 
tennis courts, a swimming pool and other amenities available at the 
hotel to help keep us entertained until this evening. By then all of 
the boys chosen to appear in the Thickies advertising were expected to 
have arrived and be settled in. At that time we would all convene in 
one of the hotel's conference rooms and have dinner afterwards. Before 
Linda left she told us to not leave the hotel and wander off, not that 
we wanted to since we had no idea where anything was around here.
	After Linda left us alone in our room Tony and I decided to rest 
up after being on the go since early this morning. Bryan invited us to 
join him in a game of pool, but Tony and I told him we'd catch up to 
him later. With this he left the room and left Tony and me alone. I 
took off my shorts as did Tony, and we decided to stay in just our 
diapers and our shirts for awhile. I was only wet at this point and I 
didn't need to change my diaper. I didn't want to waste it and remove 
it until I had wet it some more and also pooped in it.
	Tony and I decided to use the bed closest to the window. In just 
our diapers, shirts and socks we both crashed on the bed together. 
Before we did, we jacked each other off and then remained lying close 
to each other as we both drifted into a snooze after talking about the 
trip. We didn't intend to fall asleep, we just wanted to take a little 
pause for refreshment. As it turned out we ended up sleeping for over 
an hour. Bryan returned to the room while Tony and I were sleeping. 
Tony had his arm over my back and I had my hand on Tony's diapered butt 
when Bryan's entry into the room woke me up.
	"Hey guys! I was just...oh, whoops, sorry," I heard him say. He 
probably wondered what Tony and I had been doing while he was gone when 
he saw that we lay so close to each other and had our arms crossed.
	"Oh shit, I was asleep," I said groggily upon realizing that I 
dozed off. I moved my hand off of Tony's behind.
	"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you guys," Bryan apologized.
	"Oh no, it's not that, I just didn't plan on falling asleep," I 
said.
	"Me, neither," Tony said. "Thanks for the wake-up call."
	"Any time," Bryan said awkwardly. Very likely he probably didn't 
want to acknowledge that he caught Tony and I in a somewhat 
compromising position.
	"You guys mind if I change my diaper?" Bryan asked us.
	"No, go ahead," I said. "We're all boys, aren't we?"
	"Last I checked," Bryan replied with a slight chuckle.
	Bryan then stripped off his shorts to reveal the heavy, sagging 
diaper that he was wearing underneath. He turned around and showed his 
butt to us. While I felt he did this to show off his diapered butt like 
I enjoyed doing, he was probably doing it since he probably felt he'd 
rather expose his backside to us than his genitals. I was hoping he 
would have a poop-covered butt, but it appeared that he only wet his 
diaper this time. I wanted to know if he ever pooped in his diapers 
since it seemed so wasteful to me for a diaper to get taken off without 
being pooped in.
	Bryan continued to handle his own diaper change. I wanted to 
offer assistance as did Tony, but we didn't want to make him feel 
uncomfortable. He didn't seem to need help as he got his own diaper on 
without any difficulty.
	"You guys up to shooting some pool?" Bryan asked us.
	"Sure," I said. Tony also agreed to join Bryan. We got up from 
the bed and put our shorts and our shoes back on. We then followed 
Bryan to the rec room. It was a large room which consisted of several 
pool tables, foosball, video games and other diversions. There were 
several other kids there, some accompanied by parents, so this was 
clearly a family-oriented hotel. Over the next hour or so we got to 
know Bryan better and we talked about most things boys talked about. 
Brian kicked both of our diapered butts at pool, but we still had fun. 
After playing games for awhile we each had a cold drink at the snack 
bar and then went back up to the room. Bryan took his shorts off and 
asked us if we minded.
	"Not at all," I said. I began taking my shorts off, too, as did 
Tony.
	"Shit, if Tony and I don't have to wear pants or shorts, then we 
don't. I spend as much time in just my diapers as possible."
	"Me, too," Tony said.
	"So do I," Bryan added. "I guess we're all in agreement that 
we're more comfortable in just our diapers."
	With this we shook hands and established a friendship. Granted, 
it would only last while we were all here, but we figured we'd stay in 
touch and write letters after we parted ways. I had to change my diaper 
now that I had pooped in it. I got my changing pad out of my bag and 
spread it out on the floor. I lay down on it and Tony went to work. 
Bryan looked like he was tempted to watch but he probably didn't want 
me to know his intentions.
	"It's okay, I don't mind if you watch," I told him. He accepted 
my openness and proceeded to observe while Tony removed my disposable 
diaper and revealed the wet, poopy mess in it.
	"Full timer, eh?" Bryan said.
	"Oh yeah, I do everything in my diapers," I said with a smile.
	"Me, too," Bryan said. "I've never touched a toilet except to 
puke in it, which isn't often."
	"I wish I could say that," I said. "There was a short period of 
my life when I actually used toilets, not that I wanted to."
	Now was the time to talk about each others' diapers. Tony put me 
in a Thickies disposable diaper while I told Bryan about my diaper 
history and how it all started four years ago. Tony also explained to 
Bryan how he started wearing diapers almost four years ago in pretty 
much the same fashion, this that he didn't have to endure punishment 
for it at first.
	By the time Tony and I finished talking about our diaper 
histories we had changed each other and were sitting on the bed across 
from Bryan. He enjoyed our stories very much as I could see from the 
tent that formed in the front of his diaper. He thought it was 
interesting that neither of us needed to wear diapers at first and that 
we just wanted to wear them. Bryan couldn't believe that we let our 
sisters change our diapers.
	"I have two brothers," he said. "I never thought about what it 
would be like to have a sister."
	"Mine tease me a lot about it," I said. "But they enjoy changing 
my diapers, too," I said.
	"How do you feel about it?" Bryan asked.
	"I like it the attention they give me and all the cute names they 
call me," I said as I blushed.
	Tony then brought up the fact that he and I both had our arms 
over each other when Bryan came in.
	"Oh, no need to be embarrassed about that," Bryan said. He 
further explained that his best friend wears diapers, too and that they 
also enjoyed being in close proximity to each other while in their 
diapers.
	"Too bad he didn't make it down here with you," Tony remarked. "I 
barely made it myself since I got rejected at first."
	"My friend didn't want to be in a bunch of magazines appearing in 
diapers, so he didn't even go to the tryouts," Bryan said.
	A few minutes later someone knocked at the door. I got up and 
peered through the peep hole. I could see that it was Linda and another 
boy. Presumably this was the boy she had gone back to get at the 
airport.
	"It's Linda," I said, in case anyone wanted to cover up before I 
let her in. We all remained in just our diapers as I opened the door.
	Linda introduced us to John, who became the fourth boy to be 
housed in our room.
	"I can see you three boys have made yourselves comfortable," 
Linda said, inferring that we had all elected to remove our shorts. She 
then kindly informed us that we would be called to the meeting in the 
conference room in about an hour from now and should be ready to go 
then.
	John seemed quiet and shy, but we did what we could to make him 
feel welcome. We introduced ourselves and went through the whole get-
acquainted thing all over again, including our reasons for wearing 
diapers. John then loosened up a little. He was twelve years old. He 
had been kept in diapers all his life for failing to cooperate with 
toilet training after he was four years old. He mentioned that he was 
diagnosed with encopresis and was kept in diapers without ever touching 
a toilet again. He had flown in from Portland, Oregon.
	He went into the bathroom to change his diaper, but upon coming 
out he left his shorts behind, seeing that the rest of us were more 
comfortable without anything over our diapers. We sat on the beds and 
watched part of a movie for the remaining time we had before going to 
the meeting. Shortly before we were called to come down to the meeting 
we all put our shorts back on along with our Thickies logo T-shirts 
that had been issued to us at the auditions as we had been told to 
bring along. We then left the room and headed down to the conference 
room.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 67
---------------------------

	The conference room was full of kids and adults alike. Only 
twenty-four of us were actually the chosen finalists, but there were 
several other kids there. It was easy to pick out the finalists by the 
fact that we all had on the Thickies T-shirts. Even without the shirts 
I could tell who some of the finalists were. Examining the bulge 
underneath a few of the boys' shorts as they came in, I could tell that 
these boys were diapered up. Tony and I were the only two chosen from 
the Boise area so I didn't recognize any of the other boys. The rest of 
the attendees were parents, brothers and sisters.
	A banner with the CKM Products and the Thickies logo was put up 
on the wall. Linda and one other representative appeared at the front 
of the room and they both introduced themselves. Linda's son was also 
there as were two other boys, who were the sons of the other 
representative. Even while appearing before the rest of us, all these 
boys had on were Thickies T-shirts and, of course, Thickies diapers. 
Linda's son and one other boy had on cloth diapers, neatly and 
abundantly pinned on. The other boy was in a disposable diaper. None of 
them seemed to be nervous at all.
	"Good evening," Arlene, the other representative, addressed the 
group. "So you all made it, congratulations! You guys are the 
finalists!" she said to us with a smile.
	"Now that we're all here, let's get to know one another," Arlene 
said. With this she called to the front of the room the twenty-four 
boys who were the finalists. A row of twenty-four chairs lined the 
front of the room. It wasn't until we were all up there that I 
determined that it was an all-boys group. We were each then issued a 
name badge to pin onto our shirts. We were instructed not to lose the 
badges as they would be required for entry into the CKM Products 
facilities, which was where we would be going to tomorrow.
	"Before I have the boys introduce themselves, I want to take this 
time to address a particular matter that has been a topic of moderate 
debate between us at CKM and some of the parents," Arlene said. "I'm 
sure you have all noticed that all twenty-four of our finalists are 
boys. Quite honestly, we expected more boys to participate and, well, 
they did, quite an overwhelming majority, in fact. For those of you who 
think we're being biased towards the boys here, well, in all honesty we 
did have both boys and girls in mind at the outset of this venture, 
even though CKM Products does specialize in boys fashions and has, in 
fact, sold off its entire girls fashions division. The plain and simple 
truth is, there just weren't very many girls who submitted 
applications, questionnaires, surveys and tracking logs. Some of the 
parents who contacted us also indicated that diapers shouldn't be so 
big and bulky that no other clothing can be worn over them, and it 
seems girls who need protection desire something far more modest than 
what we offer. Boys, on the other hand, are much less modest, as we 
found out. We have already determined this by the higher number of 
pajamas we sold for girls over boys, many of whom opt for just 
underwear, or diapers. We also found out that boys are more apt to wear 
diapers voluntarily based on our extensive market research."
	At this time Arlene directed someone to turn on the projector 
that descended from a recessed compartment up in the ceiling. A screen 
also dropped down from the ceiling. It, too, was motorized. After the 
screen was down and the projector was turned on it projected a chart on 
the screen. The lights were dimmed as Arlene pointed out with a laser 
pointer several numbers gathered from their market research. A few more 
charts were shown as Arlene presented their information.
	"...so we determined where our target market clearly lies, and of 
course we want to make sure our target market is appropriately 
represented. Having made a reasonably sound conclusion that most users 
of our diaper products are boys, we shifted the entire focus of our 
advertising campaign onto the boys' market and decided to only use boy 
models for the diapers."
	Everyone seemed to agree with this validation for using all boys 
in the advertising, though one parent did ask if at a later time there 
would be advertising that would feature girls.
	"We are keeping ourselves open to that possibility, and we think 
that after the advertising hits, this may draw more interest from the 
girls' market, but we'll have to monitor and research the overall 
market to determine if it's viable or not to pursue the girls' market, 
as, quite honestly, it seems very minimal at this point," Arlene 
replied in a business-like manner.
	There were no other questions. Arlene then proceeded to give us 
all the opportunity to introduce ourselves. The lights went on again 
and the screen and projector both went back up. Each of us stood up, 
stated our name, our age, where we were from, and the type of diapers 
we wore as well as our reasons for wearing them. The ages ranged from 
six to fourteen and the reasons for wearing diapers were varied, but 
all very interesting, not to mention hard-on inducing.
	After the introduction, we all returned to our seats. We were 
then shown three videos, the first of which gave us an overview of the 
CKM company. This one was rather boring as it covered the business 
aspects of the corporation such as its stock value, sales, etc., but 
the second video was far better as it explained the creation and the 
development of the diapers that we would be advertising.
	The third video was, in my opinion, the best of them all. This 
one explained the ultimate goal of CKM's venture to manufacture and 
market diapers for older kids. The best part of all was that CKM had 
ambitious plans to form an organization to promote awareness and 
acceptance of older kids who wear diapers. There was a discussion on 
this topic after the video. Linda took the spotlight, so to speak, to 
explain the purpose of the organization and how it would work. She 
accompanied her explanation with a series of slides as the projector 
and screen came back down. The first slide was shown with the acronym 
D.B.A. printed across it.
	"The organization we are establishing is called D.B.A., for now, 
that is," Linda started. She then produced another overhead slide which 
showed what D.B.A. stands for.
	"'D.B.A. stands for 'Diapered Boys of America.' At first it was 
going to be called D.K.A., or 'Diapered Kids of America', but since we 
shifted our marketing focus to all boys, we decided to designate it as 
a boys-only group.
	"I will explain what this organization is all about. My son Bobby 
and I have been working very diligently on developing ways to help make 
the general public more aware of older kids-- well, boys at least-- who 
wear diapers. Bobby, especially, has been very dedicated in his work 
towards this goal."
	Linda continued to explain the D.B.A. group. Her presentation was 
punctuated by the use of several computer-graphic slides that were 
projected onto the screen.
	"Our primary purpose is to create a nationwide, and eventually, a 
worldwide support group for boys like you who wear diapers, and to make 
the public aware of the fact that there are older kids who wear diapers 
for whatever reason, whether it be for bedwetting, encopresis, spina 
bifida, cerebral palsy, or just because, well, you just want to wear 
diapers. We want to spread the word that diapers aren't just for 
babies. We're prepared to face the challenges and the opposition that 
traditional parenting groups will present us, just as we have already 
done with those who have objected to our decision to advertise such 
diapers and to advertise them so openly to kids. I don't want to say 
that we lost the battle to include our advertising on television, 
because we haven't given up on that. I'll cover this in more detail as 
we go on.
	"We wish to promote the use of diapers to parents as an 
alternative to toilet training if their kids would rather wear diapers. 
Our research has indicated that many users of our products went through 
unpleasant experiences during their toilet training years because they 
wanted to wear diapers, but were force to give them up due to the 
general expectation that kids be out of diapers and use the toilet by a 
certain age. We feel that too much emphasis is placed on toilet 
training and when the child is uncooperative it causes grief for both 
the parents and the children alike. We want to overcome the stigma that 
parents face by having kids past a certain age who are 'still in 
diapers.' We want to make it acceptable for kids to wear diapers at any 
age without society ostracizing these kids and their parents because of 
how they choose to eliminate their bodily wastes, that is, if they even 
have the choice. You will receive in your packets of materials our 
mission statement towards this very ambitious goal, which we recognize 
will be controversial. Again, we are prepared to deal with the 
opposition."
	"Now, don't let any of that scare you away from joining the 
organization. We are not going to expect you all to go out and rally 
for this cause on street corners in your diapers or burn down day care 
centers that mandate toilet training or to pass out literature. While 
many will consider us to be a radical group, our infusion into the 
mainstream society will be a gradual one and we will not encourage 
violence or any illegal activities to promote our cause. We wish to 
remain a passive, but ever-present group among parents and kids. We 
will be counting on our members in communities, big and small, to 
promote our organization and its purposes. We want to make a bold and 
strong statement with those who do take notice of our group. That is 
why we are using Thickies diapers to promote this cause.
	"This is where you all come in. You twenty-four boys who are 
sitting in this front row are the seeds we are planting to make this 
organization grow, and we will be counting on you to get things 
started. All of you are automatically eligible members of the proposed 
organization. For those of you who are at least twelve years of age, 
you are eligible to become Official Club Directors. For those of you 
who are under 12, you may still be an Official Club Director, but only 
under the guidance of a parent or guardian until you turn twelve. 
Alternately, if those of you who are under twelve know of someone who 
is old enough to be an independent Director we encourage you to have 
him participate in this capacity. It is our Directors who will be the 
flagships of this ambitious mission."
	Linda stopped for a moment to take a drink of water. She looked 
out into the room and saw that a few people were uncertain about what 
this meeting was really about.
	"I see some blank faces out there among the parents," Linda said. 
"I know it sounds like I am assimilating your sons into this 
organization, but rest assured, there is no requirement that any of 
them join the club. I realize our mission will be met with opposition 
by traditional parents, and some of you may not be willing to have your 
sons campaign for the advocacy to wear diapers and to shun toilet 
training or to spread the word that they wear diapers out of need. As I 
stated earlier, in no way will we condone violent, illegal or immoral 
behavior among our members or encourage them to engage in activities 
that would put them at risk. When your son receives his packet we 
encourage you to take the time to read the information provided, as 
reading it will likely put your concerns at ease. We have considered 
many of the concerns we'd expect parents to have and we have addressed 
them."
	As much as I was enjoying hearing about this organization, I had 
to admit that Linda was getting rather long-winded. She continued with 
her presentation with the charts and graphs.
	"Now, let's move on to discussing how memberships work. I will 
state it again, there is *no* obligation to join this organization 
whatsoever, but any of you who wish to join will receive a newsletter 
each month and will be given the materials to help locate other kids in 
your area who wear diapers. The organization will offer several 
membership levels. Those of you who opt for higher-tier membership 
levels will be entitled to other privileges as well. Directors will 
receive all privileges along with carrying out responsibilities, such 
as conducting regular meetings with club members in their locales. A 
detailed explanation on the various membership levels and their dues 
will also be included in the packets that will be distributed at the 
end of this meeting. I will also cover this information up here.
	"Please be aware that D.B.A. is not, from a business standpoint, 
affiliated in any way with CKM Products, that is, it is not a profit-
making entity, but it is merely a support and advocacy group. We do not 
require that its members even use our products. We do, however, plan to 
gather information through surveys from those who use our products in 
order to seek new members and to encourage those who do not use or are 
not familiar with our products to try them out after they sign up for 
memberships.
	Linda then presented some other details about what being a member 
would involve. She explained in more detail what being a Club Director 
entailed. Primarily, Club Directors would establish local D.B.A. 
chapters. The local chapters would hold periodic meetings and get 
together and do fun things every now and then. This was something that 
Tony and me were both very extremely interested in and hoped our 
parents would let us start a local D.B.A. group in our area. We already 
had Bryce in mind as a prospective member and hopefully we could 
contact the boys we met at summer camp. Maybe we'd find a few diaper-
wearers in junior high and get them to join.
	In closing of this part of the meeting, Linda explained to us how 
we would always be in close contact with her and Bobby to help us with 
any questions or concerns we might have after we got our groups going. 
They would check up on us regularly and have us provide feedback. 
They'd keep us well-informed on how the organization as a whole is 
doing and what it is doing to proliferate its presence throughout the 
country.
	"And finally, I have one more point to cover before we adjourn," 
Linda said as she had to keep her voice "fresh" by taking more sips of 
water. While everyone was hoping she was finishing up, they were glad 
to know that she was almost finished.
	"Now, if I haven't already lost your attention by now, you might 
recall that at the beginning I stated that 'for now' the group is going 
to be called D.B.A., or 'Diaper Boys of America.' The reason I said 
'for now' is because, well, we think you guys can come up with 
something better. We will offer members the opportunity to submit their 
own suggestions for what our proposed organization will ultimately be 
called. Once things get established we will send the Directors the 
information they will need. So start thinking about it now, what you 
think the group should be called."
	"Okay, well, I know you're all anxious to get out of here. Before 
we adjourn, I'll take people's questions."
	Several questions, as expected, were brought up after Linda's 
interesting, but quite lengthy presentation of the proposed D.B.A. 
organization. Some parents still had concerns about their sons making 
such a bold presence among their peers and within their communities 
promoting diapers over using toilets. Most parents seemed to be put at 
ease with Linda's addressing of their concerns. Several of the boys had 
questions as well, including Tony and me.
	Throughout the meeting I also noticed that some the parents and 
the non-diapered kids who were in the room had left the room at some 
point to use the facilities, while none of the twenty-four boys 
representing Thickies diapers ever did. I looked at the boy in the 
disposable diaper and I could tell that he had wet in it. At the close 
of the meeting the packets were distributed.
	By this time everyone was restless and hungry, so the meeting was 
adjourned at last. We were escorted to the restaurant in the hotel. 
Being that it was a family hotel, there were lots of kids in the 
restaurant and there was certainly no formal dress code. Still, I felt 
funny wearing a T-shirt that read THICKIES across it so prominently 
while sitting at the table. At least we were in a private banquet room 
that was separate from the main dining area of the restaurant.
	Tony, Bryan, John and I all had a table to ourselves while the 
other boys who roomed together also appeared to gather at their own 
tables. These were large, round tables with plenty of elbow room for 
eating. The rest of the younger kids who had their parents with them 
occupied the other tables in the banquet room. We were told to order 
anything we wanted on the menu, so of course Tony and I took advantage 
of this and each ordered the London broil, very good, to say the least. 
Of course we didn't stop here and we ordered ice cream sundaes for 
dessert afterwards. How nice it was to be pampered, although we were 
Thickied, in this instance.
	After dinner was over we were given an hour break, during which 
time we could either play games or return to our rooms. Tony and I were 
so excited about becoming Directors for this new organization that we 
spent the entire time reading through the materials we were given at 
the end of the meeting. We didn't even take time to change our dirty 
and smelly diapers. We just stripped off our shorts and sat around in 
our diapers while we read about all the things that we would be doing 
in the club. Both of us would be very dedicated to promoting diapers as 
an alternative to toilets (to boys, of course) and encouraging parents 
to allow their kids (boys) to wear diapers. We were so excited about 
our prospects with forming such a club that we both jacked each other 
off over thinking about it, especially as the group was geared so that 
its advocacy would be directed towards boys, hopefully boys only.
	When the hour was up we re-adjourned in the conference room 
briefly to discuss what we would be doing tomorrow and what we could 
expect. Given the odors that I smelled all around the conference room, 
I could tell that many of the other boys had also used their diapers in 
the last hour but had opted not to change them just yet. We were given 
the opportunity to ask questions, which many of us had.
	"Your wake-up calls will come at 6:00 AM, boys," Arlene told us, 
then she repeated it with just as much emphasis. "We'll have breakfast 
and then we'll board the bus to the CKM Products facility. So don't 
stay up all night, because you all have a very big day ahead of you."
	At this point we returned to our rooms. We still had a couple 
hours left before our curfew went into effect. We were told that Linda 
and Arlene would check on those of us who were not with parents to make 
sure we were in our rooms at that time.
	"What do you guys want to do?" Bryan asked us while we walked 
towards the elevator.
	"I dunno," I said. "I'm kind of tired."
	"Me, too," Tony said. Tony then winked at me. I had a feeling 
that he was getting horny. I had a hard-on as I thought about hopefully 
being alone in the room with Tony again.
	"John and I were gonna go swimming and thought you might want to 
join us," Bryan suggested.
	"Thanks, but maybe tomorrow," I said. Tony also nodded to echo my 
response.
	"Did you bring your swim diapers?" Bryan asked us.
	"Yeah we did, just in case we felt up to swimming,"
	"Okay, no problem," Bryan said. "We're just going up the room to 
change into our swim diapers."
	"Hey, let's see if we can beat you guys to the room," Bryce said. 
"John and I will run up the stairs and see if we get there before the 
elevator does,."
	"You're on!" Tony said. "But you have to wait until the elevator 
doors close."
	"That's fair," Bryan said. With this, he and John waited at the 
bottom of the stairs next to the elevator. Tony and I then got in the 
elevator. We weren't expecting to have other riders join us, but before 
the door closed a lady and her daughter, who looked to be about eight 
or nine, joined us.
	I offered to activate the floor button for the lady and asked her 
which floor she was going to.
	"Ninth floor, please," she said. With this I pressed it. At least 
her floor was past ours and we wouldn't lose the race against Bryan and 
John as long as nobody else stopped the elevator.
	With the doors closed, the race was on. The elevator moved 
upwards, going past floor number 2, 3, 4, 5...
	The elevator then stopped. I expected the 6 to light up, but it 
never did, and the doors never opened. It didn't take Tony and I long 
to realize that there was a problem. We were stuck in the damn 
elevator!
	"Oh shit," Tony muttered. The woman and her daughter looked at us 
funny.
	"Mom, we're stuck!" the girl panicked and started crying.
	"Relax, honey, it won't be long before someone comes to fix the 
elevator," she said. With this she picked up the emergency phone and 
called for assistance.
	For the next twenty minutes or so we waited in that small box 
suspended somewhere between the fifth and sixth floors. Clearly we had 
lost the race at this point. Tony and I didn't care. We just wanted to 
get out of there.
	The elevator was completely quiet other than when the adjacent 
elevator car passed by (further making us wish we had used it instead). 
After a couple minutes of awkward silence we engaged in small talk with 
the other two, with the woman initiating the dialog.
	"Where you boys from?" she asked.
	"Boise, Idaho," I said.
	"What brings you here to southern California?"
	"We're going to be in magazine ads," Tony said proudly.
	"What for?" the lady asked. I knew she would want to know. I 
figured she might as well know since I'll be soon be making national 
appearances in my diapers anyway.
	"Diapers," I said.
	"Diapers?" the woman asked, then laughed, as did her daughter. 
"You must be playing the part of some older brother or something then."
	"No, we're modeling the diapers," Tony said proudly.
	"Really?" the lady said, sounding stunned.
	The girl started giggling. "You're too old to wear diapers!" she 
said to Tony.
	"You wanna make a bet?" I thought to myself. I scooted my butt 
against the wall of the elevator to make my diaper crinkle, hoping the 
girl would hear it.
	"Gee, I never knew they made diapers for anyone besides babies," 
the woman said.
	"They're gonna show ads for diapers for older kids and we're 
gonna be in them," Tony said.
	"So I see," the lady said. She seemed to look uncomfortable being 
stuck in an elevator with two boys who say they wear diapers.
	I sat down on the floor and spread my knees apart and exposed my 
crotch. My thick diaper was showing through the leg opening of my 
shorts. The girl looked at me, and then I could tell her eyes were 
fixed on where she could plainly see my diaper.
	"Mom!" the girl said. She told her Mom to bend down so she could 
whisper something in her ear. I couldn't make out what exactly the girl 
said, but I knew what she was saying, especially as she was giggling 
while she was telling her mother that she could see my diaper showing.
	"Brittany, it's not nice to stare at other people," her mother 
whispered back to her.
	"Sorry," she said with a guilty look on her face. "When are they 
gonna fix the elevator?"
	"They'll be here shortly, sweetie," her mom said.
	Tony then joined me on the floor. It didn't appear that the woman 
wanted to talk to us any more knowing that we wear diapers. This was a 
prime example of how the D.B.A.. organization would be needed to make 
the general public know that there are older kids like Tony and me and 
twenty-two other older boys in the hotel who all wear diapers.
	Another ten minutes had passed. My dinner was catching up to me 
and I knew it wouldn't be long before I took another big shit in my 
diapers as the food I just ate would need to process and move out the 
poop that was already in my system. Being stuck in the elevator with 
two strangers, I knew there was no way I could be subtle when it came 
to pooping in my diaper. Then, without warning, I let out a loud, 
smelly and lengthy fart, amplified by the acoustics of the elevator.
	"PPPP-P-P-P-P-P-PPP-PPP-PPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" came the telltale 
sound from my butt. It was very wet and juicy, too. The girl looked at 
me funny, knowing that I pooped my diaper. Her mother also had a 
disgusted look on her face. Of course the smell had nowhere to go, so 
the mother and her daughter were forced to take in the aroma of my 
poop. I felt the poop coat my entire backside. I needed a diaper change 
right now, but of course I had no choice but to sit there in a dirty 
diaper until the elevator was fixed.
	Tony also loaded his diaper, although his bowel movement didn't 
come out as loudly as mine did. I could barely hear the turds coming 
out of his butt and pushing on the plastic cover and making it crinkle. 
The smell he produced was just as unforgiving to the nostrils as it 
intensified the smell I created. With barely any ventilation the filthy 
smell could not dissipate very quickly.
	"It stinks in here, Mom," Brittany complained.
	"Tell me about it," her mother replied. "That's what they 
invented potty training for."
	Clearly this remark was meant to be directed at Tony and me as 
the lady stared at Tony and me.
	"I want out of here," Brittany whined.
	"Me, too, Brittany," her mother said. At this moment the elevator 
jostled. Tony and I held onto the rail, fearing the elevator would 
drop. Instead it was slowly raised to the sixth floor, where the 
repairman opened the door.
	The mother and her daughter didn't waste any time leaving. Both 
of them were gasping for fresh air.
	"We're using the stairs from now on," the lady said to her 
daughter.
	Tony and I thanked the repairman for getting the elevator moving 
again. As he caught a whiff of the stale, foul air from the elevator 
tainted by our diaper odors we observed him fanning his face. We then 
went to our room. As expected, Bryan and John weren't there. Their bags 
were both opened and sitting on their bed.
	Tony and I went into the bathroom together and took off our dirty 
diapers. We then went into the shower together to clean ourselves off.
	"We're you really tired?" Tony asked me.
	"Yeah, I was," I said. "Maybe a little."
	"So was I," Tony replied. He stood before me holding his stiff 
dick and rubbing it. I was doing the same thing. We looked at each 
other and hesitated, as if we could read each other's thoughts. I then 
nervously asked Tony if he could massage my back.
	"Uhh, sure," he said. With this I turned around and then Tony 
placed his hands on my shoulders. He rubbed them while the water 
sprayed onto his back. He gradually worked his way closer to me and I 
slowly bent myself over while his hands slowly moved farther down my 
back. This was the prelude to what both of us were really wanting to 
do. While Tony massaged my lower back and points downward, I jacked off 
and came at about the same time Tony did. When it was all over, we both 
stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off. I promised Tony I 
would reciprocate next time we had the chance.
	I couldn't believe what I let Tony do to me in the shower. I 
could tell that he felt guilty about it, too, but otherwise enjoyed it. 
Both of us had wildly raging hormones and needed some relief. Even 
though Tony and I were often alone at my house or his, there was 
something about being so far away from my family that made such 
exploration more inviting.
	"Did you like that?" he asked me.
	"I loved it," I said, trying to shake off the guilt.
	"Me, too," Tony said. Without saying anything else about our 
activity in the shower, Tony lay down on his changing pad and I 
diapered him. He then diapered me up for the night. We put our Thickies 
shirts back on and then watched the rest of the movie we started. Just 
before curfew, Bryan and John returned to the room and changed out of 
their swim diapers and into their regular diapers for the night. After 
Linda checked on us we crawled into bed and went to sleep.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 68
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	The wake-up call came quite early. Tony and I could barely sleep 
the night before as we were both so excited about finally appearing 
before the cameras that would help make us among the most famous boys 
past the age of four who wore diapers.
	We didn't have much time to get ready and get showered before 
going to breakfast, so to save time, Tony and I shared the shower 
again, not that we minded, of course. We didn't have time for anything 
besides getting ourselves washed. We stripped off our diapers and let 
the shower water clean off our poop-covered behinds. As I looked at 
Tony's wet, naked body and his hard-on I wanted to fulfill my pledge to 
reciprocate what he did with me in the shower last night, but given 
that it was so early in the morning and we had so little time-- not to 
mention that there were two other boys in our room-- Tony agreed to 
take a rain check for now.
	After the shower, I diapered Tony and he diapered me. Even as 
quickly as he put my diaper on I still enjoyed it. We got dressed and 
headed down to the restaurant. We were in such a hurry that we didn't 
even think about last night's incident when we got on the elevator.
	"Uh oh, remember last night?" Tony reminded me as the elevator 
doors closed.
	"Shit, how could I forget?" I said.
	"Well, apparently we both forgot," Tony said. "We should have 
taken the stairs."
	"Too late now. We're screwed if this damn thing stops on us 
again," I said.
	Luckily for us we made it to the bottom and headed to the 
restaurant. A smorgasbord of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, ham, 
French toast, just about everything, was offered in the breakfast 
buffet. Tony and I loaded our plates and took our table. Bryan and John 
joined us a few minutes later. We talked about the upcoming events of 
the day, all of us feeling anxious about and uncertain of what exactly 
we would be doing. With as much breakfast as I ate, I was certain to 
have a full diaper sometime today, probably during the photo shoot.
	After we had a chance to eat a second plateful each, Linda and 
Arlene told us it was time to go to the bus waiting outside the hotel. 
Tony and I were expecting it to be a school bus, but we were pleased to 
see that it was much more luxurious than that, more like a Greyhound 
bus. It was a far cry from the bus we rode to summer camp and back.
	We traveled several miles through Los Angeles and took in the 
sights that we could see from the freeway. The sight of palm trees was 
something Tony and I were not used to, not to mention the sheer size of 
the city and its traffic. After skirting downtown we went to the 
corporate headquarters of CKM Products. We passed through the security 
checkpoint and entered the expansive corporate campus, complete with a 
neatly manicured lawn.
	Once the bus was parked we were escorted into one of the office 
buildings and told to keep as quiet as possible. This wasn't as easy 
for some of us to do as the rustling and crinkling of twenty-four boys 
all clad in Thickies disposable diapers in a quiet office building made 
them seem as loud as ever.
	We were directed to the visitor's office and each of us was 
assigned a temporary badge. Next we were given a tour of the corporate 
campus. We quickly went through the various offices and other 
administrative facilities, which was rather boring anyway. The more 
interesting part of the tour was when we were shown where the clothing 
was manufactured and shipped out. Hundreds of workers were busy 
operating various machines as well as cutting, sewing, sorting and 
packing pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, underwear, socks, and other 
articles of boys' clothing. We were also shown the computerized design 
studios where the boys' fashions were developed. Several clothed boy 
mannequins surrounded us, as did several posters of boys modeling the 
various clothing products. This was all fine and dandy, but I really 
wanted to see where the diapers were made as did Tony and the other 
twenty-two boys.
	"We saved the best for last," said Kimberly, who was the lady 
directing the tour. With this we took a long jaunt across the corporate 
campus and entered a newly constructed building. This, we were told, 
was where the new diaper manufacturing plant was housed. It was a 
rather unassuming building.
	First we were shown where the disposable diapers were made. 
Several workers were scattered throughout the large building operating 
the complex equipment. We watched as dozens of noisy machines hummed, 
clicked and clanged as hundreds of newly-made disposable diapers rolled 
past our eyes. I paused for a moment to ponder the amount of all the 
piss and shit coming from the dicks and butts of thousands, maybe 
millions of boys worldwide that would eventually be deposited in all 
the diapers that I watched being made.
	Kimberly explained to us the specific function of each machine. I 
never thought I would have the opportunity to visit and watch the inner 
workings of a diaper factory. This was very exciting to me, watching 
diapers get made.
	At the end of the operation was where the diapers were packaged. 
Dozens and dozens of diapers were automatically pre-counted in sets and 
arranged in perfectly neat rows went into one machine and came out of 
it wrapped and sealed. Whole pallets with stacks of diaper packages, 
all with the familiar Thickies logo prominently printed on them awaited 
transfer to a warehouse next door.
	Next we visited the facility where the cloth diapers were 
manufactured. This was the part I was really waiting for. Kimberly 
walked us through the entire process, explaining how the cloth diapers 
were made at each stage of manufacture. As cloth diapers were not as 
much in demand, the output was notably lower and the manufacturing 
process was more complicated with more employees doing the work than 
the machines. Things were quieter in this building, too. At one end was 
where huge rolls of virgin white cotton and flannel were run through a 
machine that cut the fabric into strips. These strips were then taken 
by hand and were then cut again to the proper shape for a diaper spread 
out flat. These pieces were then stacked together into thick piles of 
fabric and then they were stitched up using elaborate sewing equipment 
to make the absorbent panels that fit inside each diaper. The outer 
layers were then applied. As some of the diapers were the pull-on 
variety, these were stitched up along the sides and elastic waistbands 
and legbands were added. I paid close attention and watched the workers 
produce dozens of cloth diapers before my eyes. Just handling all those 
diapers all day long sounded like the ultimate dream job for me. The 
whole process was very fascinating. I would have paid money to see 
this.
	At the end of the line I saw hundreds of gleaming white cloth 
diapers being packaged, some in individual packs, others in sets of 
three, six and twelve. The diaper packs were then loaded into cardboard 
boxes and stacked on pallets. Once again I pondered the collective 
volume of piss and shit that would eventually fill up all those diapers 
again and again. I was in diaper heaven! Seeing so many diapers at one 
time gave me an incredible hard-on that took all the restraint I had to 
keep from rubbing myself while being among the others on the tour. I 
knew I would have something good to think about while jacking off when 
I got back to the hotel room this evening. How I wished I could take a 
whole pallet of cloth diapers home with me!
	Lastly we were shown how the plastic pants were made. The process 
was generally similar to how the cloth diapers were made, except that 
the materials that went into the final product were obviously much 
different. There was also a strong smell of latex and vinyl surrounding 
me, which I found to be very erotically pleasing as I came to associate 
this smell with being diapered.
	"If you think those workers look busy now," Kimberly said, 
"things will really pick up once the advertising hits and demand for 
the diapers goes up, so we'll be hiring lots more workers."
	Before we left the building we were shown the testing facility 
that was used before the diapers were made available for sale and were 
being tested and reported on by actual users, in other words, those of 
us who kept detailed tracking logs on how we used our diapers. Kimberly 
explained that the testing facility was left in place to test competing 
diaper products as well as new Thickies products that would be in 
development in the future, and for the entertainment of tour groups. I 
found this portion of the tour to be quite amusing as did everyone 
else. They used mannequins which were modified to excrete artificial 
urine and feces. The fake pee and poop were colored blue and red, 
respectively, for easy visibility. They had artificial poop in all 
consistencies, ranging from solid turds to the worst case of diarrhea. 
They were even scented with authentic odor agents to test the diapers 
for odor control and odor retention. The mannequins' arms and legs 
could be moved around so that they could be put in different positions 
for standing, sitting, squatting, crawling, etc. The two mannequins 
that we saw were in the crawling position with their butts facing 
towards us. We were actually being mooned by mannequins!
	Kimberly then demonstrated how the diaper-testing mannequins were 
used. She put a Thickies cloth diaper and plastic pants on one of the 
anatomically correct boy mannequins, whose "penis" could be adjusted 
for various angles. She then put a disposable diaper on an identically 
equipped mannequin. Then she attached to each mannequin a measuring 
device that was similar to the one that I wore with my diapers when I 
was testing them. This one had wires that connected it to a nearby 
computer.
	Next, Kimberly opened up each of the mannequins from the back and 
loaded two chambers inside of the mannequins' bodies, one with fake pee 
and the other with fake poop, "diarrhea-grade poop" as Kimberly called 
it, Kimberly went on to explain that the diaper testing included using 
fake poop of various consistencies. For the tours they used yellow pee 
and brown poop so it would look more realistic, but used blue and red 
materials during actual testing. When the chambers were loaded Kimberly 
went over to the computer and activated the mannequins. They started 
humming.
	"I set them to the highest rate of urine and fecal output to 
simulate a worst-case scenario for a boy who's really got the runs, so 
this will show you just how effective our diapers really are," Kimberly 
said. Everyone was laughing the whole time we watched the 
demonstration. I could see the front of the disposable diaper swelling 
up as it soaked up the fake pee. The back end was starting to bulge out 
from the faux poo. Kimberly was pleased to see that we were enjoying 
this portion of the tour so much. It was a far cry from the dull and 
boring offices we went through at the beginning.
	"The only thing they don't do is tell you when they need to be 
changed," Kimberly said. "They also never get diaper rash," she 
quipped.
	Several minutes later Kimberly shut off the enuretic and 
encopretic mannequins. She then took off the diapers and showed us the 
amount of fake piss and shit they collected. They looked a lot like my 
own diapers after wearing them on days when I had diarrhea. I could 
even smell the fake stink agents, which I had to agree were quite 
realistic, that is, unless I was smelling the real thing among the 
boys. In my strangely erotic ways, these foul smells aroused me just as 
much as the odors of my own wet and poopy diapers did.
	Next. Kimberly performed a demonstration to show what happens 
when the mannequins "overdo it", that is, put out more fake pee and 
poop than what the diapers can hold. She used a cloth diaper with 
plastic pants on one of the mannequins. Eventually fake poop started 
leaking out of the legs and pee was dripping into the plastic pants. A 
"leak" alarm sounded on the computer along with an alert box on the 
screen. Kimberly showed us the output on the screen, which showed the 
amount of pee and poop discharged into the diaper.
	"That's more than what most boys your age can produce in an 
entire day," Kimberly told us. "If it weren't for getting diaper rashes 
and offending other people's noses, you could probably get away with 
wearing these diapers for two whole days."
	Next, Kimberly had the mannequins load up some new diapers and 
then she had them move around, simulating sitting, standing, lying 
down, walking, running, and crawling in place.
	"We're working with the engineers to get them to do somersaults 
and back flips," she said. "But that may be while."
	When the tour was finished several of us had questions for 
Kimberly. I wanted to know what the pee and poop was actually made of. 
Tony wanted to know how much the mannequins cost. She quoted $25,000, 
which was more than any of us expected them to cost. Afterwards, we 
headed over to the company's commissary for lunch. After having settled 
for substandard quality food in school cafeterias for several years, I 
was expecting about the same here. Fortunately the fare was far better, 
as good as any decent family restaurant, in fact. By this time we were 
all due for diaper changes, which we were told would be performed by 
staff when we headed to the company's on-site modeling studios.
	Once inside the studio building we were directed to the studio 
itself where we would be modeling our diapers. We met with the staff 
who would be working with us. There were men and women alike who would 
be taking our pictures and directing our poses. We were given an 
overview of what we would be doing. We would be spending most of the 
day doing still photo shots. This would involve spending hours in just 
our diapers making dozens of shots and different poses before 
photographers. In between we would get a break, which would include a 
diaper change that would most likely be necessary by then anyway. After 
the photo shoot we would have another conference on forming the D.B.A. 
organization and then dinner. After that it would be all over and we 
would fly back home tomorrow.
	Things got right down to business after our briefing.
	"You'll be spending much of your time here today in just diapers 
and sometimes without your shirts," one of the directors told us. This 
wasn't anything unusual for me, at least the fact that I spent most of 
my day in just diapers anyway. Most of the boys also commented on the 
fact that they, too, were used to being in just their diapers.
	The first thing they did was to give us all a minor trim-up on 
our hair. Neither Tony nor I had gotten a haircut all summer long. They 
didn't take much hair off of Tony or me, just enough to clip off some 
of the shaggy sections.
	Next we were directed to the changing room where we were to strip 
down to just our diapers, nothing else. Nobody seemed to mind doing 
this, mainly since we were all expecting to be in just our diapers for 
much of the time and that we would ultimately be appearing before 
cameras and being photographed in our diapers anyway. We took off our 
shorts, obviously, as well as our shirts, socks, and shoes.
	The sight of 24 boys in just their diapers made me hard. Except 
for the younger boys whose penises hadn't yet fully developed, I could 
see that just about everyone else was enjoying the sight of two dozen 
diapered boys, too. As all of us were wearing disposables, I could see 
that every one of us had wet their diapers. The room smelled strongly 
of poop, so I knew that Tony and I weren't the only ones who had messy 
diapers.
	Next we stood in line before two staff members who would be 
changing our diapers. We were to be changed on a mat that had been 
placed on the floor, so there was no privacy.
	"We all look the same underneath our diapers," we were told to 
allay anyone's feelings of modesty. "And our you-know-what all stinks 
the same, too, no matter what someone might tell you otherwise," he 
added. This generated some light laughter.
	One of them instructed those who were modeling cloth diapers to 
stand before him, while the other person took care of the boys who were 
to be in disposables. Both of them were males who looked to be in their 
twenties. While I wouldn't have minded having a female change me, some 
of the other boys probably wouldn't have been as comfortable had a 
female changed them. After all, not all of us had sisters to change our 
diapers for us. To put us at ease, each of the young men showed us that 
they were wearing Thickies diapers by momentarily pulling down their 
shorts.
	"We're making diapers in adult sizes, too, and in case you're 
wondering, yes, we need to wear diapers, too," one of the men 
explained. "We were just like you boys at one time." At least I felt 
better knowing that the staff members who were changing our diapers 
wore diapers themselves.
	Some boys were used to changing their own diapers and didn't feel 
that they needed someone to do this for them. The staff members 
explained that they wanted to ensure that the diapers looked just 
perfect for the camera and thus had to take extra time to get our 
diapers to look just right. They wanted to make sure that the diapers 
were on perfectly straight and fitted properly. For those of us who 
would be modeling cloth diapers, they wanted to make sure the pins were 
evenly spaced, and for those who were modeling disposables, that the 
tapes were even.
	Tony and I stood in separate lines because of the fact that we 
would be modeling different types of diapers. We stood in the same 
place, about halfway back, so we got to talk to each other while 
waiting. I felt pretty much at ease, although I wouldn't have minded 
having a shirt on. Tony's line was moving faster since it didn't take 
as long to put disposable diapers on as the cloth diapers.
	While we waited in line a third staff member, also a male, came 
through and measured our waists. He compared these figures to the 
numbers that had been submitted on our survey forms, just in case any 
of us had put on a significant amount of weight since then or perhaps 
had lost some weight. I was still the same as before, just a tad pudgy 
around the middle.
	By the time Tony was getting his diaper changed I was still third 
in line. I watched Tony get his diaper changed as well as the boys who 
had preceded him. I wasn't able to see directly in front of me to watch 
the cloth diaper boys get changed until I got closer, but at least I 
was able to enjoy the show on the disposables side. Like all the other 
boys I had seen get changed and diapered, Tony had a hard-on. The two 
designated diaper-changers were likely used to this and expected it, 
being that they wore diapers themselves.
	After Tony was cleaned up he was diapered, the tapes of his 
diapers being as neat and straight as I had ever seen them; it was 
almost unnatural. He even used a ruler and some piece of acetate with 
marks on it to help him properly align the tapes. Kara, Tony's Mom, 
myself, nobody could ever get the tapes to look as even as they looked 
on Tony's diaper right now. I noticed that Tony was given a diaper 
doubler with his diaper. I figured this was probably used so that when 
he first wet he wouldn't have to be changed so quickly since they 
probably didn't want to photograph anyone whose diapers were visibly 
used.
	After waiting for six boys get their cloth diapers applied to 
them with such meticulous attention to detail to the placement of the 
pins and the height to which they rose up on the body, it was my turn 
at long last. I had wet my disposable diaper again while I was standing 
there waiting, and I wasn't far from having my next bowel movement, 
either. I figured I was due for my next dump some time during the photo 
shoot.
	The guy took my diaper off as I lay before him. I felt awkward 
having a complete stranger take my diaper off, but I figured this 
wasn't anything different than when a nurse at the doctor's office 
changed me. He wasn't fazed by the fact that I had a big hard-on or 
that my diaper was completely filled with shit. He just went about his 
routine and cleaned me up. He rubbed a generous amount of lotion over 
my dick and balls. His hands felt much different than what I was used 
to as they were rougher and more scaly. Lisa, Cindy, my Mom, Tony and 
everyone else who had changed my diapers to this point had softer 
hands. Still, it felt good feeling the cool gel being applied to my 
genitals and my groin. I couldn't help but to have a hard-on. I asked 
the guy how this problem was dealt with during the photo shoot. He 
answered my question in a professional manner.
	"The cloth diapers are thick enough that nothing will show," he 
said. "For the boys who are wearing disposables, we just wait until 
they lose their erection, or we give them something like the Wall 
Street Journal to look at until their erection disappears. We try to 
not have others in diapers in view during the photo shoot to avoid this 
problem as well."
	He then continued with putting on my diaper. He had a brand new 
Thickies diaper waiting for me; it even had my name on the package 
written on a Post-It note. It had been selected ahead of time 
specifically for me as it was chosen according to my waist size. After 
verifying that my waist had not changed in size, he pulled the diaper 
out of its wrapping and slid it underneath my butt. I was also given a 
diaper doubler to catch any initial wetting during the photo shoot.
	He then applied each diaper pin slowly and carefully. He only 
used three pins on each side, which seemed unusual to me since I was 
used to having at least six pins or more in each side of my diapers. 
With as much time as he spent on pinning my diaper on, Lisa and Cindy 
would have put him to shame as they could have done it in less time 
using twice as many pins. He, too, used a small acetate square with 
markings on it to precisely guide the placement of the pins.
	Next he put my plastic pants on. He then told me not to touch my 
diaper or move around too much so that it would stay in place. As I 
stood up he made some adjustments, straightening out big creases in my 
plastic pants and adjusting them so that they fit evenly over my 
diaper. He tucked in some stray sections of the diaper so that they 
would not be sticking out of the leg opening of the plastic pants. They 
sure were serious about watching for such imperfections.
	After I had my diaper on I left the locker room and went out to 
the studio. This time a female staff member assisted me. She have me a 
shirt to put on as well as a pair of crew socks, both of these articles 
made by CKM, of course. I wasn't expecting it, but she even applied 
some make-up to my face after wicking the sweat off of my face with a 
cotton ball. I looked at my face in a mirror that I was handed. The 
makeup altered my natural skin tone a little, but at least I didn't 
look like a clown. I was now ready for my first photo shoot.
	I was taken to a small set that had been decorated like an older 
boy's bedroom. It was done up in bright primary colors. It had a bed, a 
desk, a large toy chest, a race track set up in the corner; it looked 
very authentic. I was alone with only the one female staff member and a 
photographer. I was directed to make various practice poses first. Next 
came the real thing and I was nervous. In some shots I simply stood in 
the middle of the room, and in another shot I was told to stare out the 
"window", which, they explained would be filled in with an outdoor 
scene during post-production. I was told that the scene was to look 
like I was staring out the window on a rainy day. I was told that this 
ad would have a headline that read "Dry on the inside..." next to the 
window. Next to my diaper there would be text that read "...dry on the 
outside." The photographer took at least half a dozen shots of this 
pose alone; he must have liked how my diapered butt looked or 
something. They made some adjustments to my socks during these shots. I 
had to agree that my diapered butt was quite photogenic, as Lisa and 
Cindy could attest to by the volumes full of photo albums they had made 
of me. Other poses ranged from me sitting on the bed with my legs open, 
to sitting up in the bed as if I had just woke up. My hair was 
purposely mussed up for this shot and then combed again. Another shot 
had me sleeping in the bed with my rear end turned to the camera with 
the coves pulled back, thus fully exposing my diaper. For this shot I 
had to take my shirt off again. I had to wonder if they were planning 
to use all of these pictures for the advertising.
	Next I was joined by another boy who looked to be about nine 
years old. He was in cloth diapers, too. He joined me in several shots 
of us playing with the cars on the race track. Next, they moved a bunk 
bed into the room and removed the single bed. They were on castors to 
make them easier to move; they were just props, after all. They had him 
climbing up the ladder while I lay in the bottom bunk on top of the 
covers. In the next shot they had us both lying in the beds under the 
covers, but with the covers pulled back. I was having so much fun now! 
Several more shots were taken of me and the other boy in the bedroom 
set, some of them of us individually and some with us together.
	"Are you guys going to use all these shots?" I asked the lady who 
was directing our poses.
	"Oh heavens, no. We'll just select a few of them," she said. I 
hated to think that most of these shots would never be seen by the 
general public.
	I was then moved to another set. This one was decorated with a 
camping scene. There was a tent set up in the background and an actual 
campfire was burning (it used fake logs and gas for the flames, 
though.) This time I was joined by another boy in cloth diapers. He 
looked to be twelve. We sat across from each other, each of us roasting 
marshmallows over the fire. Several other variations of the camping 
scene were taken of us. One of them showed me going into the tent, 
another one coming out of it. They even had us put on backpacks and 
stand before a backdrop with a picture of an outhouse along a hiking 
trail in the woods. I was told the header to this ad would read "Enjoy 
nature... ...ignore the call of nature." Another headline they were 
considering using would read "Bears do it in the woods...but you don't 
have to."
	In the next set I was shown sitting in a living room playing 
video games. Best of all was the fact that Tony joined me in this shot! 
The shot was intended to advertise both the cloth and disposable 
diapers in one shot. It was just like being at home as Tony and I sat 
next to each other on the floor playing Super Nintendo (the Nintendo 
labels had been covered up, though) while sitting in our diapers. We 
even both wet ourselves during the shot, not having to get up and go to 
the bathroom during game play. In fact, the headline for this ad would 
read "Who needs a pause button?"
	Our diapers showed no visible signs of usage when the directors 
looked us over, so we moved on to the next shot. I lost count of how 
many pictures had been taken of me, but it had to have been at least 
forty so far. Tony and I each put on a white T-shirt with the Thickies 
logo on it and then stood next to each other. We put our arms around 
each other during several of the shots. I couldn't wait to see these!
	After a couple hours of photo shoots we were given a break. 
During the break we had our diapers changed. Most of the other boys 
were also in need of diaper changes as well. We were served lunch at 
the company's cafeteria which far surpassed my expectations. Since my 
exposure to cafeterias has been limited to what schools offer, I wasn't 
expecting much. The hard-working folks at CKM had it good. During lunch 
Tony and I and several of the other boys were talking to each other 
about all the various shots that were taken of us. Some of us even 
exchanged mailing addresses.
	After the break we headed back to the studios and did more photo 
shoots. This time we were photographed in larger groups, some of which 
showed all 24 of us in one shot. One shot was made to look like a 
school hallway. They gave us books and backpacks to carry as props. In 
the shot was a fa�ade of a boys' bathroom door with a hand-lettered OUT 
OF ORDER sign tacked onto it. By the end of the day literally thousands 
of shots had been taken of us. I asked what they did with all the 
shots, knowing that not all of them will be used.
	"We send you a complete set of all your proofs, including those 
which show you and other boys in them," one of the photographers told 
us. "And if you want a complete set of all the pictures of all the 
boys, we'll send you a full-color book of all the pictures that we took 
of you boys today."
	"Wow, cool!" I said. I was drooling as I thought about having 
every single picture that was taken today of the twenty-four boys. Tony 
also couldn't wait to see his copy when he got it.
	"If you want to order prints of the other boys, as members of the 
D.B.A. club you will all be eligible to order these proofs," we were 
told. I was planning on doing this, using some of the money I'd get for 
my photo shoot to buy them.
	When we got back to the hotel we had another conference with 
Linda and Arlene. We were complimented on our terrific cooperation and 
told that if the company decided to pursue TV ads we would be their 
first choices and they'd fly us back in again. Linda also told us what 
to expect as far as when the ads would be released, which magazines 
they would appear in, etc. Many popular women's magazines would feature 
the ads so that parents would know about the Thickies diapers and 
hopefully buy them for their kids. Several kid-oriented magazines would 
also show ads that would be better-suited to appeal to children. These 
would include Nickelodeon magazine and Boys Life. We would be kept 
informed of the latest events through newsletters and would possibly 
even be invited back for doing television commercials if the company 
decided to advance their advertising to this medium and could overcome 
the objections from parenting groups.
	Arlene then spoke to us some more about the formation of the 
D.B.A. organization and how this would tie in with CKM Products 
Corporation's promotion of its diaper products. At least one boy from 
each of the six test-market cities expressed enough interest in this to 
start a local group and become a Club Director. Through the guidance of 
the company we would be furnished the necessary materials for getting 
our local D.B.A. clubs established. All 24 of the boys planned on 
becoming members; fourteen of us opting to be Club Directors.
	After a lengthy conference we had dinner and a final chance to 
talk to each other and exchange addresses to keep in touch. Other than 
Bryan and John, Tony and I didn't really have much of a chance to get 
to know the other boys very well. Still, we gave them our addresses. We 
were also told that anyone who became a member of the D.B.A. 
organization could also be contacted through each city's local chapter. 
After the dinner was over the group had more or less disbanded for the 
time being. We all split off and returned to our hotel rooms, each of 
us having early flights to catch tomorrow morning to go back home.
	Tony and I were so tired from the busy day's activities, but we 
still decided to join Bryan and John in playing some games with them. 
Later on they decided to go swimming. Tony and I didn't have any swim 
diapers, and neither of us was much for water anyway, unless it was in 
the shower. With this, Tony and I returned to the room and showered up. 
I also made good on my promise to reciprocate what Tony had done with 
me last night, with me "massaging his back" this time. After the shower 
we diapered each other and watched a movie on TV. We talked about how 
it felt for the long-awaited photo shoot to be over with. It was kind 
of like Christmas. We spent a long time thinking about it and making 
preparations before the day finally came. The day itself was always fun 
and exciting, and then, before we realized it, it was all over with. In 
some ways it felt good for this to be behind us, but in other ways, we 
wished it weren't all over with so soon.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 69
---------------------------

	Tony and I had a good time in California, but it felt good to be 
back home again. The flight back from L.A. went smoothly and without 
incident. Unlike the flight we took going to L.A., coming back we 
didn't bother to change our diapers in San Francisco since the layover 
period was even shorter and we barely made it to the plane last time. 
Because of this, Tony and I were in some very wet and poopy diapers 
begging to be changed by the time we stepped off the plane in Boise. We 
smelled so badly, but fortunately the aisle seat next to Tony and me 
was vacant and no other passengers had to endure the stench of our 
diapers, although the people all around us could likely smell us. The 
stewardess who served us our drinks winced when she caught our diaper 
odors.
	When I got up from my seat I could feel the wet and soggy mess 
that I had made of my diaper. My poop felt like it was going to pour 
out of the leg openings of my diapers and then out of my shorts. Tony 
reported that his diaper was in the same condition.
	After landing back in Boise we stepped off of the plane and Mom, 
Lisa and Cindy were all there waiting for us. As it was a Saturday, Mom 
was able to come to the airport. Mom gave me a hug and said she missed 
me. Her embrace was cut short when she realized how ripe my diaper was.
	"When did you last change?" my Mom asked me.
	"Before we left the hotel this morning," I said with a sheepish 
grin. I gave Mom a cute, guilty facial expression.
	"Same here," Tony said.
	"Geez, boys, it's a wonder the oxygen masks didn't drop down 
during your flight, or did they?" Mom said facetiously. Lisa and Cindy 
both laughed.
	"Looks like we got some diaper-changing to do," Lisa said to 
Cindy out loud.
	"You boys have some extra diapers in your carry-ons?" Mom asked 
us. Passengers were still coming off the plane and some of them did a 
double-take when they heard Mom ask Tony and I this. Tony and I each 
had a couple diapers left. 	"Good, then get them out of your bags and 
go follow your sisters to the bathrooms," Mom said. "I'll meet you all 
down at the baggage claim," Mom said as she walked ahead.
	Both Lisa and Cindy were standing by waiting to escort us to the 
restrooms, having missed changing me for the last few days. Had Tony 
not been here I would have just had Lisa or Cindy change me as they 
have been doing for years, but since I had Tony with me, I felt that, 
being here at the airport especially, that it would be better if I had 
Tony change me instead.
	"Umm, Mom, if you don't mind me asking, could Tony and I change 
each other instead?" I asked Mom, hoping she would understand. "We 
changed each other in San Francisco as well as in the hotel room."
	"Aww, come on, Chris, we've missed changing your diapers!" Cindy 
said. Again, nearby people looked at us strangely.
	"You girls can put him back into his cloth diapers when we get 
home," my Mom said. "Just this once, let the boys explore their own 
independence."
Cindy giggled. Mom asked what was funny and she said, "the way you said 
for the boys to 'explore' their independence."
	"Cindy, come on now," Mom told her. "They are twelve years old 
and I think they can handle their own diaper changes sometimes."
	"Well, all right," Lisa conceded. "It's just a disposable anyway 
that Chris is gonna wear for now, and they're not as fun to put on 
Chris as the cloth diapers."
	Cindy agreed and said, "I know what you mean, Lisa, bringing out 
a huge stack of diapers for Chris and putting them all on him, and then 
sticking all those pins in each diaper."
	Seeing that Lisa's and Cindy's discussion of diapering me in the 
middle of the concourse was drawing attention from people, I asked Lisa 
if she could save it for when we were away from the people.
	"Chris, who within earshot here knows you?" Lisa asked me.
	"Well, him for starters," I said, pointing to a kid I recognized 
from school, a kid that both Tony and I hated, among other classmates. 
In Boise's airport it wasn't quite as hard to run into people you know. 
His name was Scott. He moved here when I was in the fourth grade. He 
wasn't as bad as Chuck and Steve, but he was very worthy of scorn, 
nonetheless. He had few friends, and no wonder.
	He was standing by the video games and he was alone. He wasn't 
playing any of them, however. I hoped he wouldn't notice us, but 
unfortunately he did since we were also out in the open and away from 
the big crowds.
	"Hey, it's Diaperdee and Diaperdum!" the obnoxious kid shouted as 
he pointed to Tony and me. He then plugged his nose with one hand and 
waved his other hand, as if to be fanning away our diaper odors. 
Apparently his parents were nowhere near him or they would have likely 
scolded him for his unmannerly conduct. The boy laughed at us as Tony 
and I were walking awkwardly because of the condition of our diapers.
	"Okay, well, everyone who does know you knows you wear diapers, 
anyway," Lisa said. When Scott saw Lisa come up closer to me he said, 
"Oink! Oink!" Lisa then immediately turned around and approached the 
brat. He tried to run away, but he had nowhere to go. Lisa's big size 
was enough to intimidate Scott as she walked up to him. She had him 
literally cornered.
	"Uh, hi," Scott said with a crackle in his voice.
	"You mean, 'oink, oink', right?" Lisa said to him while she 
stared him straight in the eyes.
	"Uhh, I wasn't talking to you, I was uhh, practicing my pig 
imitation," Scott said, looking like he was scared shitless, and 
presumably without a diaper on to catch any of it.
	"Don't quit your day job," Lisa said to him.
	"Who are you, anyway?" the boy asked.
	"I'm Chris' big sister," Lisa said. "In more ways than one. Now, 
you leave my little brother and his friend alone. I'll make the diaper 
jokes around here, buster. Got it?"
	"Why do they wear diapers?" Scott asked innocently.
	"Why, you want to try wearing them, too?" Lisa asked him.
	"No," he said.
	"Haven't you ever just once, just once, thought about what 
wearing a diaper is like?" Lisa asked Scott.
	"Well, yeah, I guess, maybe, maybe once," Scott admitted, perhaps 
just to get Lisa to back off.
	"Really?" Lisa said as the tone of her voice changed. "Well, then 
you can come over sometime and find out," Lisa said in a mocking 
sultry, seductive voice. Scott was speechless and stunned.
	"And I'll diaper that scrawny little *butt* of yours like you'll 
never forget," Lisa continued. Cindy then piped up.
	"Trust us, we taking diapering little boy's butts *very* 
seriously, don't we, Lisa?"
	"Ohhhh yeah," Lisa said emphatically as she nodded her head. 
"Just ask my brother how much I diaper him up."
	Now I was embarrassed, but at least Lisa was coming to mine and 
Tony's defense as well as her own.
	"Look, I'm sorry," Scott apologized. "Sorry that I teased your 
brother, and I'm sorry what I said to you."
	"Okay, I'll accept that," Lisa said.
	"I just thought only babies wear diapers," Scott said as if to 
somehow justify his teasing Tony and me.
	"You might be surprised," Lisa said, backing away from Scott. "In 
fact, my brother is about to help prove to the world that not only 
babies wear diapers."
	"How's he gonna do that?" Scott asked skeptically.
	"He'll be in magazine ads wearing diapers," Lisa said. "They're 
diapers for older kids. All the women's magazines, parenting magazines, 
even kids' magazines will show the ads. That's what Chris and Tony are 
here for. They just came back from a photo shoot in California. And 
they're getting paid *big bucks* for wearing diapers-- and you're not!"
	Scott then had his legs crossed.
	"What are you crossing your legs for?" Lisa asked him, although 
she knew why.
	"I gotta go the bathroom," Scott said.
	"Why not wear diapers and avoid this little problem you're 
having?" Lisa said. Cindy then went over to Tony and asked him for one 
of his diapers since she knew I wouldn't pull one out of my bag in the 
middle of the airport.
	"Here, put this on," Cindy said as she put the diaper right in 
front of Scott's face.
	"I'm outta here," Scott said as he tried to leave the video game 
area. Both Lisa and Cindy closed in on him and kept him cornered.
	"Would you girls just leave?" Scott asked them politely. Neither 
Lisa nor Cindy would budge.
	"Look, I said I'm sorry, I won't say another damn word to Chris 
or Tony about wearing diapers!"
	Scott then flinched when he realized that it was too late for 
him. He peed his pants right there."
	"Oh shit!" Scott said as he looked down at the dark, wet spot on 
his jeans.
	"Okay, you can go now," Lisa said as she and Cindy stepped out of 
the way, having successfully forced Scott to piss his pants. He kept 
his hands over his pants as he found his way to the nearest bathroom. I 
couldn't believe it. My sisters detained Scott long enough to make him 
pee his pants. Justice was finally served!
	"Thanks," I said to Lisa for defending me.
	"No problem, that's what big sisters are for-- sometimes," Lisa 
said.
	"You wouldn't have done that if he didn't say 'oink oink' to you, 
though," I added.
	"I might have," Lisa said. "I had fun teasing him. I got him to 
admit that he's thought about wearing diapers. And I got him to pee his 
pants!"
	"Yeah, Chris, so you can use that against him if he ever teases 
you or Tony about wearing diapers," Cindy added. I had to agree that I 
now wielded some power against Scott.
	Tony and I were now pushing our Thickies disposable diapers to 
the absolute limit as we had both wet our diapers more. We went into 
the next bathroom to change our overdue diapers while Lisa and Cindy 
went on to catch up with Mom.
	Scott was in the bathroom crying when we got there. I almost felt 
sorry for him since he must have been really embarrassed. On the other 
hand, he was the enemy and I was to feel no sympathy for him. He had 
taken his pants off to hold them in front of the hand dryer. His 
underwear was tinted yellow from having pissed his pants. He looked at 
Tony and me as we walked in, but he didn't say anything. We went into 
the stall and changed our diapers as quickly as we could. We didn't 
feel comfortable having the enemy just a few feet away from us, but he 
appeared to be decimated by his humiliation enough not to be any threat 
to us.
	Tony and I needed to hurry anyway since Mom was probably 
wondering what was taking us so long. Tony and I were such a mess and 
we spent awhile cleaning each other's poopy butts. We barely took 
enough time to make it enjoyable, as good as Tony's hand felt running 
up through my butt crack. We only cleaned off the excess matter, 
leaving a thin film of poop on our butts, since the residual poop was 
going to just wind up in the diapers along with a much larger volume of 
shit anyway. Lisa and Cindy were going to diaper me in my much thicker 
and my much missed cloth Thickies diapers, so they'd have the honors of 
making my butt squeaky clean when it came time for them to diaper me.
	When Tony and I left the bathroom we were approached by a woman.
	"Excuse me, did you happen to see a boy in there wearing a 
Seahawks shirt?" the lady asked us. "He's about your age."
	Scott had a Seahawks shirt on, so this had to be the boy she was 
asking about.
	"Yes, he is," we said.
	"Oh, I am going to have a talk with that boy!" the lady grumbled. 
"Our plane leaves in ten minutes. He wanted to play video games, so I 
told him fine, but stay there and wait, even if you run out of money, 
so what does he do? He's not there!"
	"I think I can explain," I said. "I saw him wet his pants and he 
ran here to the bathroom. He was drying off his pants when we went in 
there."
	"I told him to use the bathroom before we left," the lady sighed. 
"He has a weak bladder, always has."
	Tony and I wanted to stay and find out more about Scott since his 
mother was so open to volunteer such information. Unfortunately we had 
to haul some diapered butt and catch up with the others. Just behind us 
we heard Scott come out of the bathroom and his Mom asked him where he 
had been.
	"I wet my pants," Tony and I both heard him sobbing. His mother 
then gave him a lecture about not using the bathroom before they left. 
As Tony and I hustled to get downstairs we talked about the possibility 
that Scott may be a potential diaper wearer. Given his admitting to 
Lisa and Cindy that he thought about wearing diapers and that his 
mother mentioned he had a weak bladder, Tony and I could only conclude 
that he was jealous that Tony and I wore diapers while he had to deal 
with his wetting problems on his own. Come to think of it, he left the 
classroom a lot when he was in my fifth grade class.
	"About time you boys showed up," Mom said.
	"Sorry Mom, we were a tad messy underneath," I said. "Have my 
bags come up yet?"
	"No," Mom grumbled. "I guess there was no need for you to hurry, 
anyway." Shortly after Tony and I arrived at the baggage claim, our 
bags came up the chute and tumbled onto the conveyor. We left the 
airport and then headed over to the nearby Denny's for lunch. Tony and 
I had center stage throughout lunch as we talked about all the things 
we did in California. Every now and then the people from the adjoining 
tables would look over at Tony and me as we talked about modeling 
diapers and taking a tour through a diaper factory. We told Cindy, Lisa 
and my Mom about the diaper testing models, which got them all to laugh 
as they tried to envision such a contraption.
	After we put away a big lunch we headed back for home and dropped 
Tony off at his house. I was tired and longing for my own crib, so as 
soon as I came in the door I stripped off my shorts and hopped into my 
crib to take a nap. Lisa and Cindy wanted to diaper me first, but Mom 
told them to let me have my rest and to use the disposable diaper that 
I had on. I had gotten sort of used to wearing disposable diapers in 
bed, but I still couldn't wait until I had my cloth Thickies on, and as 
soon as I woke up and peed and pooped my diapers a couple times I would 
get them.
	I slept until late in the afternoon. I woke up with a wet and 
soiled diaper. As soon as I appeared in the front room, Lisa came over 
to me to check my diaper. She checked the front and said. "He's wet." 
She then checked the rear and said, "and he's poopy!"
	"Time to make up for three days of diapering!" Cindy said. Both 
of my sisters led me back into my bedroom and had me lie down on my 
changing pad. Lisa brought out an unprecedented quadruple stack of 
Thickies diapers and Cindy had the pins ready. Cindy removed my 
disposable diaper and wiped up the mess, returning my butt to a 
spotless state. Lisa then sprinkled powder all over my butt and my 
balls, coating them in a solid layer of powder, with several skiffs of 
the powder clinging to my rigid, upright dick.
	Both Lisa and Cindy worked together as a team as they pinned on 
the four Thickies diapers one diaper at a time. I felt their hands 
working at a feverish pace on both sides of me as diaper pins kept 
going into my diapers, each pin increasing the difficulty that would be 
presented when it came time to remove my diapers. I looked at the first 
diaper and saw a solid cluster of diaper pins running up each side of 
me with several pins overlapping each other.
	"We missed diapering you, Chris," Lisa said.
	"So I can tell," I said.
	"How many pins did you stick in?" Lisa asked Cindy.
	"I lost count at 15," Cindy replied.
	"I made it to 20 before I lost track," Lisa said.
	"Here comes the second diaper," Lisa said as she wrapped it 
around my first diaper. It, too, was equally heavily pinned on. My 
sisters were determined to use absolutely every diaper pin in the box, 
and by the time they did, the diaper pin box was nearly empty. They had 
me put on one of my Thickies T-shirts and then they used the remaining 
pins, about twenty of them, to fasten my shirt to my diapers. My 
diapers were so thick that I couldn't even wear any plastic pants over 
them. The diapers could absorb a lot of pee before soaking through to 
the outside, so I was okay without the plastic pants for awhile anyway.
	Lisa and Cindy stood back and giggled as they looked me sitting 
there on my changing pad with my legs forced so widely apart by the 
quadruple set of Thickies. I knew I couldn't walk in such huge diapers, 
so I ended up crawling, just like a baby.
	"I must say that I think we have reached the upper limit on his 
diapers," Lisa remarked.
	Lisa and Cindy left the room and closed the door, knowing that I 
would probably want to jack off after getting diapered up so much. I 
did just this. I didn't even need to massage the front of my diapers. I 
just scooted back and forth on the changing pad. The volume of the 
diapers and the force they exerted on my dick as I scooted back and 
forth was enough to bring me to cum. I was on the verge of ejaculating 
as it was just from thinking about being so heavily pinned into four 
Thickies diapers.
	The rest of the evening went without much incident. Dad came home 
from his day out on the golf course, and fortunately he had a good game 
and was in a good mood. Dad was taken aback by the extreme diapering 
job that Lisa and Cindy did on me.
	"Is there a boy underneath all those diapers?" my Dad asked me 
while he reached down and touched my crotch to feel all the diapers 
that I had on.
	"Definitely still a boy when we changed him," Lisa said, 
referring to my huge erection that I had at the time of my extreme 
diaper change.
	My Dad sat down in the living room to cool off by the air 
conditioner. I told him about my time in California while he and I both 
enjoyed some fruit punch that Cindy just made. My dad congratulated me 
on my fame that was yet to materialize.
	"I must say they selected the right boy to represent the world's 
thickest diapers," my Dad said to me. I had to agree with him on this.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 70
---------------------------

	The dog days of summer were in full swing and in less than a 
month Tony and I would be going into junior high, so we wanted to make 
the best of what remained of the summer. Our big moment in the 
spotlight was behind us now, although the rest of the world had yet to 
see it. Now Tony and I had a goal to establish a D.B.A. chapter in the 
Boise area and this is how we planned to finish out our summer.
	We wanted to get started as soon as possible, so I invited Tony 
over to my house the following Sunday morning to join my family in 
eating a home-cooked breakfast. Tony had ridden his bike over to my 
house in just his diaper and a shirt. After Tony and I ate as much as 
we could, we went out to the patio and got down to business. We pulled 
our chairs right up to each other so that we could both read through 
the materials that were given to help us start our club. We had brought 
back with us a large binder that fully spelled out the rules and 
guidelines of the D.B.A. club. I went into my room to get the binder 
and then I sat back down next to Tony. I set the spine of the binder 
down in the tight space between mine and Tony's adjoining thighs and 
then opened it up. We both read through the materials together.
	The first pages of the binder included a bunch of background 
information on how the club was started in California and what its 
goals were, the mission statement, the club's purpose, code of ethical 
standards, etc. Next, it covered details on how to run the club, how 
and when to organize meetings, what activities to do, how much to 
collect in dues, and a number of other guidelines to assist in 
establishing and maintaining a successful group. Much of how the club 
would be run was to be up to the Club Director's decision. The 
strictest guidelines pertained to membership qualifications to be a 
Club Director. There were only three basic criteria that were listed, 
along with a detailed explanation of the reasons for the criteria. The 
text is abbreviated from what appeared in the binder, but below is a 
general overview of what each of the requirements were:

1.	All Club Directors and Members must be boys. No girls are allowed to 
be Club Directors or Members. As interest in this organization 
mostly comes from boys we feel that girls who wear diapers would be 
out of place as members of the club and would not be comfortable in 
such a setting. Girls may attend meetings and provide assistance in 
club activities, however. A separate group for girls will be 
established in the future if there s enough interest to warrant it.
2.	Members be at least five years of age and no more than seventeen. 
Club Directors must be at least twelve years of age and no more than 
seventeen. Members who are ages nine to eleven may be Club Directors 
with parental supervision. This group is run by kids and is for 
kids. A Member who turns eighteen must relinquish his membership, 
but he may continue to serve as an Adult Mentor and volunteer his 
assistance and services when and where needed (i.e. transportation.) 
A Club Director or Assistant Club Director who turns eighteen will 
receive Club Director Emeritus status, provided he has had at least 
a six-month tenure of being a Club Director. He must hand over his 
position as a Club Director to a younger Member of his chapter, 
either by appointment or by a vote of the members.
3.	Club Directors must wear diapers at *all* times, including school. 
Part-time diaper-wearers, including those who only need to wear 
nighttime wetting protection, are not eligible to become Club 
Directors. Therefore, all Club Directors must use their diapers for 
both urine and bowel movements at all times, no exceptions. We feel 
that our organization will be best represented at its top levels by 
full-time diaper-wearers. Part-time diaper-wearers are still 
eligible to become Members, but are encouraged to use their diapers 
as much as possible for both for urination and bowel movements. A 
Member who is interested in becoming a Club Director who isn't a 
current full-time diaper wearer may become a Club Director upon 
signing an agreement which states that he will now and forever 
abdicate his parental declaration of being toilet trained and must 
never again use a toilet. Any Club Director who is found to be using 
a toilet and is reported will lose his status as Director and will 
be suspended from this position for a minimum of three months. 
Regular Members who have no intentions of becoming Directors may 
also voluntarily sign the toilet-training declaration waiver if they 
so choose.

	The first requirement was easy enough and Tony and I didn't have 
a problem with having a boys-only diaper club, especially as we felt 
that diapers were a boys' thing anyway. Had the club been established 
to either allow or require girl membership, I don't think Tony or I 
would have wanted to start our own D.B.A. chapter. The second 
stipulation involving an age limit was also okay with us. Tony and I 
had about another five and a half years or so to be in the club before 
moving on and turning the helm over to someone else. We also liked that 
we'd still be recognized as emeritus members once we became adults.
	The third requirement sounded good to Tony and I, but we both 
agreed that it was rather restrictive and would shut out a lot of 
potential directors since not all boys wear diapers all the time and 
some only wear them to pee in. On the other hand, the idea behind the 
club was to support and encourage the use of diapers as an alternative 
to using toilets, as well as to help those who have no choice but to 
use diapers all the time. As for rescinding a director's status for 
using the toilet, I didn't think this was likely to happen to anyone. I 
wouldn't have the heart to turn in a fellow director who was caught 
using a toilet, but I would talk to him about it.
	The booklet covered a number of other details, such as a list of 
violations that could terminate one's membership. There was the 
expected list of rules that pertained to courtesy and respect for one 
another. There was an entire section on being pacifist advocates, to 
not engage in militant activities. I could just see the headlines now: 
"Diaper-wearing advocacy group pickets, protests day care center-- 
members say forcing toilet training on kids is wrong."
	Other violations were more specific to wearing diapers. One such 
violation that called for immediate removal from the club would be if 
any member were found to be acting in an unethical manner, such as 
coercing kids who don't wish to wear diapers into trying them after 
refusing.

	Another violation that caught my attention was that any boy who 
dressed or acted in an effeminate manner (being defined as a boy who 
wore pink diapers, plastic pants, dresses or any patently girlish 
attire) would immediately be ejected from the group permanently with no 
option to appeal. I was quite surprised to read that, according to the 
information, there were some boys who feel that wearing diapers gave 
them a sense of feeling girlish. Tony and I about puked on the mere 
thought of this as it tarnished my perception on how diapers were so 
exclusively boyish to me. Tony and I both agreed vehemently that we 
would not have any of this in our club whatsoever. It just seemed so 
out of place. I tried to delete the visual of this activity from my 
mind.
	Other portions of the booklet included listing the duties and 
responsibilities of the Club Director and the Assistant Club Director. 
It also included provisions for ousting a Director in the event that 
his conduct called for it. Hopefully this would never happen to Tony or 
me.
	After Tony and I had been reading through the binder for about 
twenty minutes Lisa came out to the patio to find out what we were 
doing.
	"We're starting a diaper club," I told her.
	"A diaper club!" Lisa said. "How cute! I'm surprised that you 
didn't come up with something like this before, being that you're so 
much into your diapers, Chris. When did you come up with this idea?"
	"It's not my idea," I said. "It's something that they told us 
about in California, and Tony and I decided to start a diaper club here 
in Boise."
	"So what's this that you're reading?" Lisa asked.
	"It's all the information about the club," I said. Lisa picked it 
up off of mine and Tony's laps.
	"Lemme see that," she said. "I thought you were just reading your 
diaper stories that you and Tony wrote."
	Lisa sat down on the step outside the glass door and skimmed 
through the book.
	"This is like, serious stuff, guys," Lisa said as she leafed 
through the binder. She got to the page that listed the member 
requirements.
	"You must be a boy," she read. "Damn!" she added sarcastically. 
"And I really wanted to join, too!"
	"Read the third one," I told Lisa.
	"Well, that *definitely* disqualifies me!" Lisa said. "Are we 
allowed to change your diapers at your meetings?" she asked.
	"It says that friends and siblings and other family members may 
attend meetings as guests and may assist in diaper changes and other 
duties," I said.
	"Oh good!" Lisa said. "How many boys do you plan to recruit?"
	"If we get all the boys who live around here that we met at 
summer camp, and then maybe get some from school, then hopefully we'll 
have about a dozen or so."
	"That'll be fun," Lisa said. "Changing a dozen boys' dirty 
diapers and wiping all their butts!"
	Lisa continued to read through the binder while Tony and I 
waited.
	"Can we have it back now, please?" I asked Lisa.
	"Just a minute," Lisa said. "Who's going to be the Director and 
the Assistant Director?"
	"Tony and I agreed that I would be the Director," I said.
	"You mean, you guys didn't argue over that?" Lisa said.
	"We discussed it on the flight coming home yesterday," I said. 
"Since I'm the one who started this diaper thing, and since our house 
is bigger for meetings, Tony and I agreed that it would be better for 
me to be the Director. Do you agree?"
	"Oh yeah, sure, sounds good to me," Lisa said. "Not that I doubt 
that Tony could do it, too. I mean, both of you are over-qualified, if 
anything, being the diaper freaks you two are!"
	"Over-qualified?" I said. "We're boys, we wear diapers all the 
time and *never* use toilets, and we're twelve years old, the minimum 
age to be Directors without parental supervision. We're about as 
qualified as we can get."
	"Do Mom or Dad know about this yet?" Lisa asked.
	"No, but we're going to talk to them about it afterwards," I 
said.
	"I don't know if Mom wants a bunch of boys in this house every 
time you have a meeting."
	"We can have them outside," I said.
	"Sure, and in the middle of December when it's snowing, having 
nothing to wear but diapers, how do you plan to do this? I read that 
all meeting attendees must be in just their diapers and a shirt during 
the meetings, not that this is anything unusual for you guys."
	"I'm sure Mom will let me do it," I said. "We're only supposed 
have meetings at least once a month."
	"This ought to be fun!" Lisa said as she handed back the binder. 
Tony and I read the rest of the binder and then we filled out the forms 
to mail back to the D.B.A. central office in California. Tony and I 
each filled out a form that officially designated us as Director and 
Co-Director, respectively, for the first Boise-area chapter of the 
D.B.A. We agreed to abide by the club's Code of Ethics and to fully 
conform to its membership requirements, which of course was no problem 
since both Tony and I hadn't used a toilet in almost four years. We 
also answered a series of questions on a questionnaire that was pretty 
much the same one that was used when Tony and I signed up to try out 
the Thickies diapers.
	After we finished filling out our forms and officially signing 
our remaining childhood years to diaper-wearing advocacy, we went 
inside to discuss the D.B.A. diaper club with Mom. I set the binder 
down on the kitchen table and then went into the laundry room.
	"Hey, Mom!" I said as Tony and I approached her. She was moving 
some of my diapers from the washer to the dryer.
	"You busy?" I asked her.
	"Busy? Nah, just washing your diapers as usual," Mom said, 
hinting at not only her sarcasm over the obvious answer to my question, 
but also that perhaps I should start taking care of this chore myself. 
"I should get another washer and dryer and put them in your room," she 
added. "What did you need?"
	"Well, I need to talk to you about something," I answered. "Got a 
few minutes?"
	"This isn't something bad, is it?" Mom asked, sounding concerned.
	"No, no, not at all, Mom, this is good, very good, at least it is 
for me and Tony," I assured her.
	"What is it?" Mom asked, her voice now indicating that she was 
merely curious.
	"C'mere and sit down, I'll show you," I said to Mom. She tossed 
another armful of freshly-washed wet diapers into the dryer and then 
started it. She then followed Tony and me into the kitchen and we sat 
down at the table where I laid the binder.
	"Tony and I are interested in starting a diaper club," I opened 
the discussion.
	"That's nice," Mom said, not sounding too serious about it at 
first. "I'm surprised you didn't think of doing something like this 
sooner."
	"That's what Lisa said," I commented.
	"Well, Chris, the only thing you ever think about or talk about 
is diapers," Mom said. I smiled as she said this. "What are you 
planning to do when you get this diaper club started?"
	"This explains it all right here," I said to Mom as I opened the 
binder and let her read through it.
	"What's this?" Mom asked, surprised that we had such materials.
	"It's all about the club," I said. "Read it."
	"Where did you get this?" my Mom asked. "Did you and Tony make 
all this up or what?" Mom was surprised to see that the binder 
contained so much information.
	"No, it's a nationwide diaper club for boys that they told us 
about while we were in California, and Tony and I want to start a 
chapter right here in the area."
	"I thought you boys were just going to start some little club of 
your own," my Mom said. "This looks pretty involved, like a full-scale 
organization."
	"Well, it will be our own club, more or less," I said. "It's just 
gonna be part of a larger organization of clubs where we all do the 
same things and follow the same guidelines."
	Mom examined the front cover of the binder.
	"What does D.B.A. stand for?" Mom asked me.
	"Diapered Boys of America," both Tony and recited in unison ever 
so smoothly.
	"What's this club about?" Mom asked. "It looks like some radical 
advocacy group or something."
	"Well, Mom, you're right. We want to let everyone know that it's 
okay to wear diapers and not be a baby, that it's okay to like wearing 
diapers, and, like gay people, we shouldn't have to stay in the 
closet."
	"The way you usually smell Chris, you'd suffocate if you kept 
yourself in the closet all the time," Mom quipped.
	"I hope you know I'm serious about this, Mom," I said.
	"I'm pretty sure you are, Chris," my Mom said. "I just think it 
sounds a little extreme from what I'm reading here."
	"That's why I want to do it," I said to Mom. "I'm an extremist 
when it comes to diapers."
	Mom continued to read through some of the pages. I directed her 
to the portions that I wanted her to see. After a couple minutes of 
silence from my Mom I was beginning to wonder if she would let me start 
the club or not.
	"Well?" I said to Mom. "What do you think? Can I do it?"
	"If you want to do this, Chris, that's up to you," my Mom said, 
sounding like she had some reservations, but at the same time resigning 
herself to accepting the fact that I was, in fact, a diaper extremist 
who was willing to dedicate my time to such a club. "It's sure a lot 
better than seeing you join up with some gang, not that I ever thought 
you would. Go ahead, Chris. I know it's want you want to do more than 
anything else."
	"Thank you, Mom, I love you!" I said as I jumped up and gave Mom 
a hug.
	"Just remember that schoolwork and chores always come first," Mom 
said.
	"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, agreeing to keep up my end of 
the bargain.
	"You must get at least a C in every class, preferably Bs," Mom 
added. "If not, no club, got it?"
	"Absolutely," I assured my Mom. "This means a lot to me, Mom, it 
really does."
	While this stipulation would present a challenge for some of my 
lesser-liked subjects, if it meant being allowed to maintain a diaper 
club, it was damn well worth it.
	"What about the meetings?" I asked Mom, since this was the area I 
was most concerned about getting my Mom's approval.
	"Why, how many members do you think you'll get?" Mom asked, still 
sounding skeptical to the idea.
	"Well, Tony and I make two, Bryce and Derek make four, so we'll 
have at least that many to start off with," I answered. "We'll get a 
hold of some of the boys from summer camp, and then maybe some kids at 
school will want to join, too. We're hoping for a dozen or so members."
	"A dozen diapered boys in my house," Mom said. "Time to stock up 
on air fresheners." Tony and I both chuckled at this. At least this 
comment indicated that Mom was warming up to the idea somewhat. Mom was 
being facetious, but I wanted a real answer from her.
	"Seriously, Mom, what about the meetings? I just want to make 
sure it's okay to have them here."
	"When will you hold your meetings?" Mom asked.
	"We'll have them on the first Saturday of every month, maybe 
every other Saturday after things get going more," I told Mom. She 
paused for a moment.
	"Since it's just four of you boys in it for now, we'll see how 
things go then," Mom said. "We may have to make some arrangements if 
your little diaper club gets too big."
	"So you're really going to let me do this?" I asked my Mom.
	"I know I couldn't stop you from doing it, Chris," Mom said. 
"Personally, I think you're obsessed with your diaper fetish, but we 
and the rest of the family have come to accept this about you, Chris, 
so we won't interfere with whatever you want to do to satisfy these 
feelings. Your father and I both acknowledge that we gave into your 
diaper fetish by forcing you to wear diapers before realizing that this 
was what you really wanted in spite of what we were hoping to 
accomplish otherwise. I would rather you do whatever makes you happy-- 
and I know that diapers do just that for you-- so as long as you can 
have fun with other boys who enjoy wearing diapers like you, fine. As 
long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself. I'd much rather you be 
addicted to diapers than to drugs."
	That was a little more of an answer than I was counting on, but 
it was good to know that my involvement in running a diaper club would 
not create any friction between my family and I. I was still concerned 
about my Dad's opinion of this.
	"What do you think Dad will say?" I asked my Mom.
	"I'm going to go talk to him about it," my Mom said. She then 
went outside where my Dad was working. A few minutes later my Dad 
called Tony and me out to the garage where he was working. Actually, my 
Dad was out front. Both Tony and I stood in the driveway in just our 
diapers. As expected, the other kids in the neighborhood were staring 
at our diapered butts, blindingly white and gleaming in the midday 
August sun.
	"I understand you boys want to start some sort of diaper club," 
Dad said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
	"Yeah, we do, Dad," I said nervously, fearing Dad's disapproval.
	"Your mother showed this to me," Dad said, holding the binder in 
his hands. "I can't believe there are clubs like this!"
	"There are, and Tony and I want to be a part of it," I said.
	"I'm telling you, Brenda, the boy's obsessed with his diapers," 
my Dad said.
	"I know, Robert, but at least he's not doing drugs, let's count 
our blessings."
	"Let the boy have his diaper club," my Dad said as he handed back 
the binder without discussing it any further.
	"Thanks, Dad," I said to him. Tony and I high-fived each other.
	"Just don't fall behind on your schoolwork, understand?"
	"Yes, Dad," I said.
	"Let's get this thing started!" I said as Tony and I both danced 
around the front yard excitedly. We both chanted, "We're starting a 
diaper club! We're starting a diaper club!"
	"Let's go over to Derek's house!" Tony suggested. Wearing just 
our diapers, Tony and I walked across the front yard and then we went 
to Derek's house next door. Jennie greeted us at the door and invited 
us in and led us out to the back yard. Derek and Steven were both 
playing catch. Each of them was quite heavily diapered, wearing only 
their massive diapers and T-shirts.
	"Hey Derek!" I hollered at him.
	"You're back!" Derek shouted as he and Steven came waddling up to 
Tony and me. Jennie laughed as she watched her brothers try to walk 
normally in the thick diapers. Tony and I told Derek about all the fun 
we had in California. After we talked about this for a few minutes we 
showed Derek the binder for the D.B.A. club and told him about it. We 
informed him of the strict requirements that he remain in diapers fully 
one hundred percent of the time, including school. We didn't tell him 
that this requirement applied just to Directors, though.
	"How long is your Mom keeping you in diapers?" I asked Derek.
	"She didn't say," Derek said. "But I hope she never takes them 
away."
	"As much as she spent on your diapers at Kidz Klothez, I'd say 
you're in it for the long haul," I told Derek. "Wear them long enough, 
and soon you'll need them like Tony and I do."
	Derek sounded pretty excited about coming to the meetings and 
getting together with all the other boys whom we hoped would become 
members. After asking Tony and me a couple more questions he agreed to 
join the club.
	"Yes!" Tony and I shouted together. We watched Derek sign his 
name to the form (in red crayon), agreeing to forsake now and forever, 
any and all previous parental obligations and expectations to use a 
toilet for urinary and fecal elimination. As Derek was destined to be 
in diapers indefinitely as it was, he was easily qualified to become a 
club member and maybe a Director in a few years.
	Next we handed Derek a questionnaire form, which he also filled 
out in red crayon. We helped him with some of the questions. When he 
signed the form (which of course he printed his name) we declared him 
as a member.
	"Welcome to the club, Derek," I said. Tony and I each shook his 
hand.
	"Can Steven be in the club, too?" Derek asked.
	"He can when he's five," I said. "Hopefully he won't be toilet 
trained by then."
	"I don't think he will," Derek said. "My Mom said she isn't going 
to try making him use the potty anymore, and he told me he likes to be 
in diapers."
	"Excellent!" I exclaimed. "When's his birthday?" I asked.
	"November the sixth," Derek said.
	"Well, then we'll remember to get him entered into the club 
then," I said.
	"Hey, that's one of our meeting days!" Tony exclaimed. He had 
written down all the dates of the upcoming meetings and November 6 was 
one of them listed.
	"Should I tell my Mom about this?" Derek asked.
	"If you want to," I said to Derek. "It's not like it's some 
secret club, and since your Mom already makes you wear diapers it won't 
be any problem for you to be in the club."
	After we talked about the club some more we went out to the 
living room and Derek told his Mom that Derek joined our diaper club.
	"That's nice," his mother said, sounding indifferent. "You're in 
diapers forever as far as I'm concerned, so you might as well make the 
best of it."
	Derek's Mom didn't seem to think much of the club and she didn't 
know of its soon-to-be nationwide scope or how much it had been 
established already. Tony and I figured that she didn't need to know 
the details of the club, and whenever Derek came over to attend 
meetings his Mom would just think he was going over to play.
	After Tony and I left Derek's house we decided to go to Bryce's 
house and get him signed up. I called Bryce to find out if he was home 
and if it would be okay for us to visit. Gina answered when I called.
	"Is Bryce there?" I asked her.
	"Yeah, he is. Mom's changing his diapers now. Is this Chris?"
	"Yes," I replied.
	"Is Cindy there?" she asked.
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Good, let me talk to her! I have to tell her something! I was 
gonna call her."
	"Well, I have something to tell Bryce, too," I said.
	"I betcha mine's more important than yours!" Gina said.
	"Shit," I muttered impatiently as I pulled the phone away from my 
mouth. Tony snickered as he watched me roll my eyes. He knew what I was 
having to put up with right now.
	"Why? What do you want to talk to Cindy about?" I asked."
	"Boys," she said. "What do you want to talk to Bryce about?"
	"Boys," I replied.
	"Diaper boys, I'm sure," Gina said. "The boys I want to talk 
about don't wear diapers. In fact, they don't wear much at all."
	Dammit, I hated it when Gina answered. I was losing my patience. 
I slapped my hand on the kitchen counter.
	"Can I please talk to Bryce first?" I huffed and sighed.
	"Oh, I guess," Gina said, just to tease me. She then gave the 
phone to Bryce. He answered it and talked to me while his Mom was still 
busy changing him.
	"I gotta show you something!" I said to Bryce. "Can I come over 
and let you see it?"
	"What is it?" Bryce asked.
	"It's a surprise," I said. "You'll have to see it," I told him.
	"Okay, sure, come on over," he said.
	Gina then grabbed the phone after Bryce said goodbye.
	"Now can I talk to Cindy?" she asked me.
	"I'll go get her," I said. I hollered for Cindy, who was in the 
bathroom. I told her that Gina was on the phone.
	"I'll be right out!" Cindy hollered.
	"She's in the bathroom," I said.
	"So?" Gina said. "Bryce was in the bathroom-- well, you know, 
sort of, getting a diaper change-- when you called, and I didn't make 
you wait, Chris."
	Cindy came out of the bathroom a moment later. I handed her the 
phone. Tony and I then took off and headed to Bryce's house on our 
bikes. We rode all the way across the neighborhood wearing just our 
diapers and our shirts. As it was a hot day, lots of kids were playing 
outside and most of them observed our very conspicuous and prominent 
diapered behinds sticking up as we hauled diaper-ass going over to 
Bryce's house.
	Several minutes later we arrived at Bryce's house. Gina greeted 
us at the door. She was in a very skimpy, butt-revealing bikini. 
Bryce's parents were out for the day.
	"You boys don't *ever* wear pants anymore, do you?" Gina said to 
us, noting our big diapers, especially mine.
	"You're not exactly well-dressed, either," I commented. She 
turned around and I could see the top of her butt crack. "At least my 
bare butt isn't showing."
	"My butt isn't covered in shit ninety-nine percent of the time, 
either. In fact, it never is," Gina remarked as she invited us in. "You 
actually rode your bikes all the way over here like that?"
	"If we wore any shorts everyone would have still seen our diapers 
anyway," I said.
	"Whatever," Gina said. We walked through the house and went out 
to the back yard where Bryce was playing with his Hot Wheels cars.
	"Hey guys!" Bryce said. His gleaming white diaper appeared to be 
freshly changed as I could see residual skiffs of baby powder on his 
inner thighs just outside of his bulging diapers. We told Bryce all 
about the Thickies photo shoot and all the fun we had doing it.
	"So that was the surprise?" Bryce said. "I knew about that."
	"No, no, this is the surprise," I said as I presented to Bryce 
the D.B.A. diaper club binder. I explained it to him and told him about 
all the fun things we would be doing in the club. I knew he would 
easily meet the qualification standards as he was also far removed from 
ever using a toilet again. It didn't take long for him to agree to sign 
up and become a member. He filled out the application, the 
questionnaire, and of course, the waiver to renounce any declaration of 
being toilet trained he may have once had.
	Gina came out to the back yard to suntan herself. While she was 
out there she came over to the dirt pit where Bryce was playing to find 
out what we were doing.
	"A diaper club, sheesh! It figures!" Gina said before going back 
out into the yard. Cindy showed up a short time later and joined Gina 
on the lawn. Bryce, Tony and I minded our own business as we played in 
the dirt pile, oblivious to nature's call as we all wet and messed our 
diapers and continued playing. We had a good time and played for 
awhile. Then, two teenage boys showed up unexpectedly. Cindy came over 
to us and asked us if we could leave.
	"Why? Who are these guys?" I asked.
	"Just some friends," Cindy said. "We'd like it if you boys could 
leave."
	"But we were here first," I said.
	"Well, now it's our turn to have the back yard," Cindy argued 
back.
	"Fuck it, let's leave," I told Tony and Bryce, rather than get 
into a pointless argument with Cindy.
	"Check it out, they're in diapers, man!" I heard one of the boys 
say as he pointed.
	"That's my brother, Bryce," Gina said as she pointed to him.
	"The blonde one's my brother and the black-haired one is his 
friend," Cindy said as she brought the boy over to us. "Chris, this is 
Adam, Adam, this is my brother Chris."
	"Pleased to meet you, guy," the kid said as he shook my hand. I 
could tell from the position of his eyes that he was looking at my 
diapers. He was introduced to Tony and Bryce as well.
	"Never seen anyone your age in diapers before," Adam said.
	"Well, now you have," I replied as Tony, Bryce and I left and 
headed back to my house. If Tony and I and the other club members did 
our work right, hopefully people like Adam would see a lot more of us 
older boys in diapers and get over the assumption that diapers are for 
babies only.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 71-80