FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 91
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"Come on, Chris, wake up!" I heard Lisa's voice through the fog
of my slumberous state upon being awakened. I had forgotten that I had
fallen asleep in Derek's crib and thought that I was at home. I stirred
around a little, but I didn't get up just yet. Lisa came over to me and
patted my butt repeatedly with both hands, like a bongo drum.
"Wake up, Chris!" Lisa said in my ear.
"I'm awake, all right?" I said, holding my hand over my ear as it
was now ringing from Lisa talking right into it.
"Me, too," Derek said in the middle of a yawn. Lisa examined his
diapers and she noticed that his shirt had been pinned to his diapers.
She leaned over me and picked at the pins and pulled on them. Jennie
was in the room, too, checking up on Derek to make sure he was going to
be awake in time for dinner.
"I see you've applied a few of the tricks that I taught you about
diapering boys," Lisa said to Jennie, assuming that she was the one who
had pinned Derek's diapers to his shirt.
"Oh yeah, except that I'm not the one who pinned his diapers to
his shirt," Jennie said. "In fact, I'm not the one who diapered him."
"Then who did the diapering?" Lisa asked. Jennie then looked at
me, directing Lisa to do the same.
"You diapered Derek?" Lisa asked me incredulously.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," I said proudly as I braced my
hands on my hips, feeling the pins stuck into the sides of my high-
rising diapers.
"I showed him how," Jennie said with the same level of pride in
her voice. "He did a good job, too."
"Let's see how good Chris *really* did," Lisa said as she took a
closer look at Derek's diapers. "After almost four years of diapering
Chris, I think I'm qualified enough to be a judge of such matters."
Derek was wide awake now, but he was still lying on his stomach
with his butt up in the air. He looked up at Lisa as she bent over me
and stood above him. She started examining my diaper job on Derek.
"First, let's check for thickness in the rear, since you're
already in the right position for this," Lisa said to Derek. Lisa bent
down and looked at Derek's butt more closely.
"He's diapered heavily enough, that's for sure," Lisa said. "But
let's find out for sure if they're thick enough." She ran her hand over
the densely packed bunches of cloth. She then studied the stack of the
diapers where his butt met his crotch, examining the layering. She
backed away and pretended to be marking items off on an imaginary
clipboard.
"Thickness, passed," Lisa said. "Gotta work on layering the
diapers more evenly, though," she added.
"You're not that anal about diapers, are you?" I asked Lisa.
"You're the ones who poop in them, so I'd say you boys are the
*anal* ones when it comes to your diapers," Lisa said.
"That's not what I meant by 'anal,'" I said.
"So you're being anal about what anal means?" Lisa said.
"Never mind," I groaned.
"What's 'anal' mean?" Derek asked.
"Never mind," Lisa said. "You're too young to know that."
"Depends on how you apply the word," I said.
"So what's it mean?" Derek asked. I figured he might as well
know, so I answered his question.
"It means your butthole," I said. Derek laughed.
"So that means I poop and fart out my anal?" Derek said.
"No, you poop and fart out your anus," I corrected him.
"Uranus? That's a planet!" Derek said.
"If that's the case, then you poop and fart out your moon, get
it?" I said. "Moon, as in your butt?!"
Derek and I enjoyed another laugh. I was on a roll now.
"That's why they call it astronomy," I said. "Get it? ASS-
tronomy!" I pointed to my rear end and Derek and I laughed even more.
Lisa groaned at all my bad puns, slapping me on the butt a couple
times, and then she resumed her informal inspection of Derek's diapers.
"And now, the spank test," Lisa said.
"Spank test?" Derek asked, uncertain what this meant. His eyes
instantly popped wide open. He then started to get up. He was on his
knees now, elevating his rear end and putting himself in the perfect
position for what Lisa was about to do.
"Hold still, Derek," Lisa told him.
Lisa then held her hand up as high as she could over Derek and
then, with full strength, she gave Derek's derriere one big, loud, hard
spank. WHOMP! I could feel the pocket of air that had been trapped in
Derek's plastic pants puff out of the leg opening and onto my leg.
"Hey!" Derek shouted. "Don't do that!"
"Did you feel anything?" Lisa asked him.
"Yeah!" Derek answered.
"But it didn't hurt, did it?"
"I felt it," Derek said.
"I betcha you'd be crying your butt off now if I spanked you like
that and you weren't wearing diapers, huh?"
Derek agreed that he would, indeed, be bawling had he not had
diapers on to protect his butt from the blow of Lisa's hand.
"Another good reason to wear diapers," I told Derek.
"Yeah, my Mom hasn't been able to spank me ever since she started
putting me in diapers," Derek said with a smile. With this, Lisa
spanked him again. Jennie then decided to join in on the fun. Jennie
hopped up in the crib with us. She sat on Derek's legs and swatted his
butt repeatedly.
"Stop it!" Derek said. "Enough!"
"Come on, it's not like it's hurting you!" Jennie said. She kept
spanking him, trying to make it hurt, but knowing that her full
strength was hardly sufficient to penetrate Derek's very thick diapers.
"Quit it!" Derek whined again. I could tell that Derek was
getting annoyed, so I diverted Jennie's attention and told her that she
could spank me instead. She stopped slapping Derek's butt and then
accepted my invitation for her to play paddle my bottom instead. Derek
turned himself around and sat up. He was stuck in his crib since Jennie
and I were blocking him in and that his crib was up against the wall.
He sat and watched Jennie swing her hand at my rear end as hard as she
could.
"See, Derek? I can't feel a thing!" I said. Lisa then took
another hard whack at my backside.
"Four years of diapering his butt and I still have yet to make
him cry!" Lisa said.
"Here, you can spank me now!" Jennie said. She was still in her
bikini, which left much of her buttocks exposed.
"What for?" I asked her. She obviously wasn't wearing diapers and
was therefore severely lacking the protection that Derek and I were
wearing.
"Just to prove a point," she said. She then stuck her nearly
naked behind in my face.
"Go ahead, give it all you got!" Jennie said as she pointed to
her right butt cheek. I felt awkward doing it, but I went ahead and did
it anyway. I swung my hand back and then gave her a fairly good hit on
her behind, but nothing that would elicit much pain.
"Oh come on!" she said. "Harder than that!"
"I don't want to hurt you," I said. "I mean, you're not wearing--
"
"Of course I'm not wearing diapers, I'm a girl," she said. Lisa
nodded in agreement and smiled.
"I'm a big girl," Jennie said confidently. "So even if it hurts I
won't cry. Mom stopped spanking me when I was nine because she found
out that it didn't make me cry anymore."
"Okay," I said hesitantly. I tried to imagine that I was hitting
Tony's butt with diapers on it instead so that I would want to hit
harder, but it was difficult to pretend this since Tony's butt was
hardly ever bare and I never saw Tony with only a strip of thin
fluorescent yellow fabric running up his butt crack. Instead I
pretended that Jennie was Megan. I don't know why, but this seemed to
help, perhaps because I knew Megan was older and bigger. With more
force this time, I slapped Jennie on the butt and left a red mark where
my hand struck.
"Oww!" Jennie yelped loudly. While she didn't cry, I knew that it
had to hurt. I felt bad for doing it, but she did ask for it.
"Was that hard enough?" I asked her.
"Yeah, that was good," Jennie said as she rubbed where I had hit
her.
"See?" Jennie said to Derek. "Aren't you glad you wear diapers
now?" She spanked his butt again to demonstrate the difference between
wearing diapers and not wearing them.
"Stop doing that," he said. "You know that I can't feel it!"
"Here, you can spank me!" Jennie said as she offered her behind
to Derek so that he could get a free shot at hitting her. He took
advantage of this situation and he let her have it six or seven times,
using his full strength, before she told him to stop.
"Ha! Ha! You don't have diapers on to protect your butt like I
do!" Derek said.
"I'd rather get spanked than wear diapers, if you ask me," Jennie
said. She then got out of the crib so that Derek and I could both get
out as well. Lisa checked Derek's diapers some more. She knelt down and
pulled down his plastic pants so that she could check my pinning job.
Derek didn't seem to mind Lisa giving him this attention as he was very
cooperative. I think he was enjoying it, especially when Lisa examined
the front of his diapers and ran her hands over it to check for
wetness.
"Your pee is holding in well so far," Lisa said to Derek. "Have
you pooped yet?"
"Not yet," Derek said.
"Hard to check from the back with your shirt and diapers pinned
together," Lisa said as she pointed out that there was no way she could
pull back Derek's diapers from the rear.
"You can't tell through these thick diapers, can you?" This time
Derek was spanking his own butt to demonstrate the thickness of his
diapers.
"That's one reason we've always diapered Chris so thickly," Lisa
explained. "I mean. who wants to see and smell your little brother's
shit all day long?"
"I agree," Jennie said. "I'd rather look at my brothers' white
diapered butts without seeing if they're clean or not."
"More often than not, they're not clean," Lisa said.
Lisa then looked over the diaper pins and made a critical
assessment of my performance in this area.
"Hmm, not bad on the pins, Chris, but you need to put them in
straighter, a little tighter, and you need to use more. No wonder you
had so many of them left over for his shirt."
"At least I put them to good use, didn't I?" I said, pointing out
the pins in Derek's shirt.
"Yeah, I'll give you credit for that," Lisa said.
"So how did I do?" I asked Lisa.
"Overall, I'd say you got a B," she replied. "Considering this
was your first time, you actually did quite well."
"It was my second time," I said. "I diapered Steven today, too."
"Well, since you've watched Cindy and me do it for so long, you
should pretty much know what to do now."
Steven came waddling into the room announcing that he had pooped
in his diapers.
"I need a diaper change," he said. Jennie pulled back on the
thick cloth diapers covering his behind and confirmed that her littlest
brother made a not-so-little mess of his butt. This was made more
evident by the way Jennie winced when she caught a whiff of Steven's
stinky diapers.
"Okay, I'll change you in a little bit," she said.
"I want Chris to change my diapers!" Steven said as he pointed to
me.
"We have to get going soon," Lisa said to Jennie.
"Steven, Chris has got to go home now, so he's not going to
change you."
"But Chris is fun when he changes me!" Steven said.
"I can make it fun, too," Jennie promised him.
"I want Chris to change me!" Steven clamored again.
"Chris can change you any time," Jennie said to him. "He lives
right next door, and we can even call him over to change you."
Jennie then told Steven to get on his bed and she'd be there in a
moment to change him.
"Why not Chris change me?" Steven asked again.
"Because Chris is leaving now, dear," Jennie replied again.
"I want Chris!" he said, crying as I was about to leave.
"Look, either I can change you, or you can keep wearing your wet
and dirty diapers on your butt for the rest of the night until Chris
comes over tomorrow morning to change you like you want him to."
I walked over to Steven and told him that I had to leave and
apologized for having to do so, but I promised him that I would change
his diapers tomorrow morning. This seemed to pacify him enough to allow
Lisa and I to head back to our house.
"See you later, Derek," I said to him as Lisa and I went out the
front door.
As soon as we got to our house I went into my bedroom and waited
for Lisa to come in and change my diapers. It had been awhile since she
changed me, so I hoped she hadn't lost her touch. The mess that awaited
her would surely make up for the diaper changes that she had missed.
Lisa pulled off my plastic pants and removed all the pins from my
diapers with the same speed as she had always demonstrated. In spite of
the strong odors and the volume of poop that she would have to clean
off of me, this didn't seem to bother her at all and she took care of
the mess just as efficiently as before. Still, there was something that
didn't seem the same. It seemed like it wasn't as big of a deal to Lisa
anymore that she got to change her little brother's stinky diapers. I
was going to ask her if she still liked to change my diapers, but
instead she initiated the dialog regarding this concern.
"You know, Chris, I wish you were a little boy again sometimes,"
Lisa said as she ran the wipe through my butt crack one last time just
to be sure that there was no more poop.
"Why do you say that?" I asked Lisa.
"There's just something different about changing a little boy,
like Derek, over changing a boy who's almost a teenager, like you."
I had to agree that Derek was more charming for a diaper boy,
being that he was still small, young and soft. His voice rang with
youth, while mine was starting to lose its boyish tone, evidenced by my
occasionally cracking voice. He was closer to his babyhood than I was.
I knew that my boyhood was gradually disappearing and slowly giving way
to manhood, but I still looked and felt very much like a boy and I
wanted to make sure Lisa would agree with this.
"Maybe you could shave off my pubic hairs," I suggested.
"That would help, but still, you're, well, you just get really
big, and I feel kind of funny changing your diapers while looking at
your dick getting so aroused."
"It's always done that," I told her. "It's just, well, more
noticeable now."
"So you wish I had a smaller dick again?" I asked Lisa. "I
thought you girls like that sort of thing."
"With boyfriends, yes," Lisa said, speaking from experience of
course, though she didn't include this particular detail. "It's totally
different where brothers are concerned. Besides, I know Tony wouldn't
appreciate it if you had a smaller dick."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked Lisa.
"I think you'd be surprised what I know about you two," she said
with a knowing grin.
I almost blurted out telling Lisa that I had also had some
experiences with Megan, but I stopped myself short of revealing this.
"You been spying on us?" I asked Lisa, which only further gave
away some of our activities.
"No, I just know what boys your age like to do together. Besides,
you wouldn't have asked if I were spying if you had nothing to hide
from me."
Lisa proceeded with my diaper change. Since I was going to be
going to the fair tonight, she put a disposable diaper on me. I hoped
she would put me in cloth diapers when we got home tonight. I was down
to my last disposable as I expected.
"Uh oh, this is your last disposable," Lisa commented when she
realized that I was now out of disposables.
"I told you all last night that we needed to stop by Kidz Klothez
while we were at the mall, because I needed more diapers!" I reminded
Lisa.
"Mom can get you some tomorrow," Lisa said.
"You said that yesterday," I told her.
"Well, yesterday, today was tomorrow, but now that yesterday's
tomorrow has become today, it's no longer tomorrow," Lisa said,
finishing with a smile.
"Uhh, run that by me again?" I asked Lisa since I had no idea
what she just said. She grinned at me as I gave her a baffled look.
"Never mind," she said. "You don't need any more diapers until
school starts anyway."
"I'm going on rides, you know," I said. "Big rides, the real
pants-pissers of them all. We'll be there awhile and I'll likely drink
a lot of pop, anyway, so I know I'll need to change at least once."
"Okay, we'll stop by the mall real quick," Lisa sighed. This was
the first time Lisa actually didn't welcome the idea of going to her
big shopping Mecca known as the mall. She also usually looked forward
to going into Kidz Klothez just to watch me having ask for diapers and
then carry them out of the store. I was feeling more concerned about
how she felt about me wearing diapers. As much as I hated the teasing
at the beginning, I knew that I would miss it very much now because of
the fact that it meant I was getting attention.
"So, do you still like to change my diapers?" I asked Lisa.
"What kind of question is that?" Lisa asked me quizzically.
"I dunno," I said. "It just seems that you don't change me as
much as you used to, nor that you seem to enjoy it as much anymore."
"Chris, I still like to change your diapers," Lisa said, assuring
me with a genuine smile. "You're still my little brother and you still
look like a little boy to me. I know you enjoy it, too, and I think
it's still cute that you like to wear them-- not that you have a choice
now. What made you think that I didn't?"
"I dunno," I said. "You just don't do it as much as you used to."
"I'm busier now with work and hanging out with my friends," she
said. "Another thing you have to think about is that I've been changing
your diapers for close to four years now, so it's nothing new to anyone
anymore. It's not like when I was twelve and you just started wearing
diapers and I got to see what you looked like naked every day and see
how ashamed you looked for getting yourself into the situation you were
in. I liked to see you waddle and see how your butt stuck out so much
from all the diapers you had put on you. I liked keeping your pants
from you and knowing you couldn't wear them anyway because of how thick
your diapers were. I had fun finding out how many diapers and pins I
could put on you and how long you could wear them without being
changed. I liked making you get all stinky and dirty and then bringing
all my friends over to see you in all those diapers, trying to hide and
trying to walk in them hoping they wouldn't smell how much you pooped
in your diapers."
I was getting a hard-on just from listening to Lisa reminisce
about how she felt when she started diapering me four years ago. It
made me wish I were eight years old again, maybe even younger so I
could have more years of diaper-wearing to think back upon. Ultimately,
I wish I could go back to age four and change the fact that I was ever
toilet trained at all.
"I see you enjoy thinking back to those days, too," Lisa said
when she noticed my dick instantly jump to full erection after it had a
chance to go limp for a moment.
"I do," I said.
"It's still fun to diaper you, Chris, but face it, some things
just aren't the same as they used to be; the novelty's worn off. I
think the time will come when you will eventually start having to
change your own diapers more. You know how to do it yourself, at least
you know how to change other boys the same way we diaper you all the
time. You don't think I'll still be changing your diapers when you're
twenty, do you?"
"Probably not," I admitted, knowing by then that I would not be a
boy at all, at least physically. I loved being sexually mature enough
to jack off and enjoy my diapers this way, but this getting older and
aging shit was beginning to sound sucky to me. I wanted to be young
forever, return to being Derek's age again. That was when getting
teased by my sisters was more fun, in retrospect.
"I'll miss getting super-diapered, that's for sure," I said. "I
know I couldn't diaper myself the way you and Cindy diaper me."
"You'll probably not be home as much, either, Chris. Pretty soon
you'll be working like me and you'll probably just wear disposables to
work, and believe it or not, they'll actually make you wear pants,
too."
"That'll take some getting used to," I said, having worn only
diapers at every possible opportunity for almost four years. "But that
won't be for another four years at least."
"I know, but face it, Chris, you won't always be a little boy."
Lisa finished taping up my disposable diaper and then she left
the room. I went around in just my diaper while I waited for Lisa to
shower and get herself dressed up for the fair. As she was wanting to
attract the attention of the boys, she put on her shortest butt-
exposing cutoffs and she also put on a black Metallica T-shirt that
helped to display her boobs more as the shirt was a little tight on her
now. She also put on some extra earrings and she went heavy on the
makeup. She looked like a slut, but I didn't say this to her, but I did
comment on her appearance.
"Are you going like that?" I asked her.
"No, you think I'm going in my work clothes?" Lisa said
sarcastically. "Of course I'm going like this!"
"Okay," I said. It just made me all the more glad that Tony was
going to be going with us and wouldn't have to hang around with Lisa
looking like a plump prostitute.
"Are you going like that?" Lisa asked me, seeing that I was still
in just my shirt and my diaper. Since she was sarcastic to me, I
decided to be sarcastic to her.
"Yep, since this is all I like to wear anyway," I said.
"Okay," Lisa said. "Meet me out in my car."
"What did you think I was going to wear?" I asked Lisa.
"Well, since you ride around the neighborhood on your bike in
diapers, why should I put it past you to go to the fair in your
diapers?"
"I was only kidding," I said.
"And so was I," Lisa said. "Why did you ask me if I was going
dressed like this?"
"I dunno, it's..."
"Yes, it's revealing, and everyone will look at me and stare at
my ass and all, but that's the idea. Besides, guys do that sort of
stuff anyway, at least the straight ones do. Now get some shorts on,
that is, unless you want everyone to look at you, too, and they would."
"Can you get them for me?" I asked her.
"That's another thing," Lisa said. "I think it's been established
that you are not going to get any crazy ideas about taking your diapers
off and wearing your pants or shorts, so I think you should be allowed
to have access to your own pants and shorts," Lisa said. With this, she
went to her room and grabbed my pants and shorts and handed them over
to me, thus rescinding a 1,401 day old rule concerning my diapers and
limiting my access to my pants.
"Thanks," I said dubiously. I had to agree that it was pointless
to keep my pants away from me anymore since I wasn't about to wear them
unless I needed them, but I liked knowing that I had no access to
anything that I could use to cover up my diapers. I slipped the shorts
on and then left my room. I grabbed my new backpack that I was going to
use for school this year. I planned to fill it with several disposable
diapers once my supply was replenished. Before I left I went to Mom so
that she could give me money for food, games and rides, as well as more
diapers. I then joined Lisa out in her new car. It was the first time
that I would get to ride in it.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 92
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When I went out to Lisa's car and got ready to sit down on the
seat I noticed that she had laid down on the passenger's seat the large
plastic bag from her recent purchase at the plus-sizes shop at the
mall. Instinctively, I picked it up and started to move it.
"No, no, Chris, leave the bag there!" Lisa said insistently.
"Why?" I asked her.
"In case your diaper leaks I don't want it getting onto the
seat," she said.
"Uhh, Lisa, these are THICKIES diapers," I stated firmly while
pulling the legband of my shorts back to let her see the thick diaper,
which of course she knew I was already wearing. "Thickies don't leak,
ever!"
"I know, but it's just a precaution," Lisa said.
"You just changed me; I'm still dry!" I told her.
"I don't want to see my car get ruined," Lisa replied without
acknowledging my last statement.
"It makes about as much sense to make me sit on plastic, even
with thick diapers on, as it does to build a chain link fence around
Fort Knox and putting a padlock on the gate," I said.
"Excuse me?" Lisa asked me.
"It's redundant, it does little to make any difference, and it's
unnecessary," I said as I pulled the plastic bag out from under my
butt. I tossed it into the back seat.
"If your diaper leaks, you're cleaning it up," Lisa said as she
started the ignition.
"I'd be willing to bet all of my allowance for the next year that
it won't leak on me," I said confidently. "Two years."
Lisa put her car into gear and then took off down the street and
headed for the fair. She turned on the air conditioner, for which I was
very thankful she had selected such a car so equipped, and then she
turned on the radio. It sounded like crap and I hoped she'd get
something more decent, something with some bass, at least.
We had a few stops to make along the way beforehand. First we
went to Tony's house to pick him up. Tony was still running around in
his T-shirt and his diaper when I showed up, nothing unusual about
that, except that he knew we were coming and I expected him to be
ready.
"Well, hell, if you're not going to wear your shorts to the fair,
why should I?" I said jokingly as I took my shorts down for a moment
before pulling them back up. I noticed Tony was busy looking through
his closet. I also noticed that he was wearing a very wet and poopy
Thickies diaper and he needed to be changed. The crotch of his diaper
was sagging from holding at least a couple quarts of urine, but it
still stayed close to his body and was not leaking. He was not ready to
leave.
"Are you looking for your shorts?" I asked him.
"No, I'm looking to see if I have any more diapers lying around
here," he replied. "I knew I was running low on diapers, and I was
going to pick some up at the same time you were getting yours, but I
thought I had at least one more, damn!"
"Well, I don't have any extra disposables with me or I'd let you
use one of mine," I offered.
"Thanks, I know you would," Tony said. "I guess I'm going to have
to go like this and change as soon as I get some more diapers."
"I thought you were getting a year's supply of Thickies
disposables because they originally didn't accept you for being in the
Thickies ads," I said.
"I am, but we were hoping the next shipment would arrive this
week," he said. "Guess it's a good idea to keep extras on hand for
things like this. God, I need a change!"
Even though I could plainly see that Tony's diaper was loaded, I
decided to check it anyway by patting Tony's diapered bottom. His shit-
filled backside felt like warm pudding.
"Yeah, I'd say you need a change, all right," I said. Being
Thickies diapers, he had to have worn this one all day long. No other
diaper could possibly get as full and still stay fastened to the body.
It looked like it was about to fall off of him.
A moment later I heard Lisa honking her horn.
"We'd better get going," I said. I watched Tony pull his shorts
up over his over-soiled and over-soaked diaper. We then left his room
and told his mother we were getting ready to take off. His mother gave
him some money for his admission, games, food and rides at the fair. As
Tony hugged his mother, she noticed how much he smelled, not to mention
that his diaper was about to burst.
"Didn't you change yet?" his mother asked him.
"No, Mom, I ran out of diapers."
"I thought you said you still had some," his mother said.
"So did I," Tony answered. His mother then looked at me.
"Sorry, I'm out of disposables, too," I shrugged. "I have to pick
up some more diapers before we go to the fair."
"Then you'd better get some, too, Tony," his mother said. She
reached into her purse and handed Tony another $20 bill. "From now on
let's make sure you have a backup supply."
"Did you call about the diaper shipment?" Tony asked his Mom.
"Yes, they said they're having trouble keeping up with supply and
distribution," his mother said. "Ever since the ads came out, they're
really selling."
That was great news, I thought, especially since my father bought
several shares of the company's stock in my name.
"I hope the store still has some," Tony said.
"If they're out, they do have other brands, you know," Tony's mom
said. I knew that Tony would never back down on his loyalty to wearing
Thickies diapers. Tony headed over to the phone and picked it up.
"I'll call and find out," he said. Another blare from Lisa's car
horn was sounded. Tony's mother then took the phone from his hand and
hung it back up.
"You boys better get going; Lisa sounds like she's getting
impatient," Tony's Mom said, patting each of us on the behind. "Even if
they're out, who else is going to have Thickies anyway?"
"Let's go," I told Tony. We said goodbye to his mother and headed
towards the door.
"Have fun, boys," Tony's mother said to us as we left the house.
Tony hadn't yet seen Lisa's car or even knew she had gotten a car of
her own.
"When did you guys get a new car?" Tony asked me as he stood
still in the front yard and stared at Lisa's car.
"That's Lisa's car," I said. Lisa was staring at us, waving her
hands around. She motioned for us to hurry up, and then she opened her
door and got out of the car and stood up.
"Come on!" she yelled. "Get your butts moving!"
"My butt's not that easy to move with the way my diaper is right
now," Tony remarked. Lisa didn't say anything back to him.
We walked up to the car and I opened the passenger door. I pulled
the front seat forward so that Tony could get into the back seat. As he
stuck his butt into my face upon climbing in I could smell the odors of
his overripe diaper.
"What took you so damn long?" Lisa asked us indignantly. She
didn't even give me a chance to get my door all the way closed before
she threw her car into gear and drove away.
"It's my fault, I'm sorry," Tony admitted. "I ran out of diapers
and I was looking to see if I had another one."
"You smell like you need a change," she said. "I know it's not
Chris, since I just changed him."
"Yeah, I had to wear this one all day, hoping the next shipment
of free diapers from Thickies would arrive," Tony said. "I thought I
had some extras."
"Chris has to get some diapers, too, so you might as well use one
of his," Lisa said.
"I'm buying some of my own," Tony replied.
"I don't care whose diapers you use," Lisa said to Tony. "You
need to be changed, phew! You're stinking up my car."
"Nice car," Tony commented.
"Thanks," Lisa said. "I know, the radio sucks, so I'll get that
taken care of soon."
It didn't take long for Lisa to crack her window so that the
strong, almost asphyxiating smells of Tony's diapers wouldn't stink up
the car. We got to a red light, where Lisa turned around and told Tony
to sit on the plastic bag that I had tossed back there after I rejected
Lisa's insistence that I sit on it. Tony agreed that it would be a good
idea for him to use the bag, given the condition of his diaper. In
fact, I could see that it was leaking into his shorts.
"Uhh, Tony, your diaper is beginning to leak," I said. He looked
down and said, "oh shit!"
"Ha!" Lisa said. "You owe me your allowance for the next two
years!"
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"You said you'd bet your next two years allowance that Thickies
don't leak, ever!"
"He's been wearing it all day," I said. "You should have seen how
full it was. It was about to explode."
"He'll clean it up if it does," Lisa said.
"All diapers will leak sooner or later," Tony said. "Even
Thickies can only hold so much."
"Okay, so maybe I should have said that Thickies don't leak under
normal conditions," I said.
"With you boys and what you put in your diapers, I'd say there's
no such thing as 'normal conditions.'" Lisa said. She then turned down
the next street and headed to Betty's house. Lisa stopped the car and
got out, telling us to stay put, as if we were going to just get out
and walk around the neighborhood.
I rolled down my window since I was getting hot without the air
conditioner running. Tony and I sat there and watched Betty's brother
Carl passing a football back and forth with some of his friends in the
front yard. They were all big boys, especially Carl. I thought he was
big when I last saw him a couple years ago. He was definitely built to
be a football player. I didn't see Carl that much, and for good reason.
We didn't get along well. Last time I saw him he called me names for
wearing diapers. Being that he was such a macho jock, it didn't
surprise me that he carried this attitude. I hoped he would leave Tony
and me alone or not even noticed we were sitting there in Lisa's car.
"Remember the time Betty said she put a laxative in Carl's drink
and made him poop his pants?" I asked Tony. We laughed as we reminisced
about this incident.
"Did she put him in diapers after that?" Tony asked. "I can't
remember."
"Nope, but she made him wear a whole bunch of underpants for it,"
I answered with a giggle. "I was hoping he'd want to wear diapers after
this and then come over and play with us in diapers, but I guess he
didn't take to this like I thought he would. Glad he didn't, since he's
a jerk, anyway."
A moment later Lisa and Betty came out to the car. Betty was also
very suggestively dressed, wearing the shortest shorts she could get
away with and not be charged for indecent exposure. Betty was finishing
up her cigarette since Lisa didn't want anyone smoking in her car. Carl
then came over to Betty and Lisa.
"I see you're taking the diaper boys with you," Carl said to Lisa
while pointing his thumb at us. He then looked at me with a
contemptuous stare. I didn't even acknowledge his existence. "They are
still wearing diapers, I assume."
"Yes, so why is it any of your business?" Betty asked Carl.
"I just think it's silly that anyone would want to wear diapers,"
he said.
"I think it's silly that anyone would want to play football," I
said. Tony agreed, being that neither of us were much into sports and
that we both hated all the kids at school who liked to play football.
"How do you put up with it, Lisa?" Carl asked.
"You get used to it," Lisa said. Carl asked her other questions
about her diapering me all the time.
"You want to try wearing diapers sometime?" Lisa asked Carl.
"No!" he shot back.
"Why, you seem awfully interested in wearing diapers since you
keep asking me about them," Lisa said. Carl appeared to be speechless
at this point. I think he just wanted to talk to Lisa. I could tell
that he was staring at her scanty state of dress and was getting
aroused. Maybe the thought of her diapering him turned him on but he
just wouldn't admit to it. I could see a tent forming in the front of
his shorts. On the other hand, maybe he was thinking about diapers,
period, and he was a closet diaper lover. Carl didn't seem to fit this
profile, however, and I dismissed the notion.
"You used to wear diapers, too, you know," Betty said to her
brother.
"Yeah, maybe when I was two!" he snapped back.
"You weren't potty trained until you were three," Betty reminded
him. Suddenly Carl had a self-conscious look on his face as his two
buddies were standing behind him now. "I remember Mom saying you'd be
in diapers until you were in college at the rate you were going with
your potty training."
"Well, I'm not, so shut up!" he said. It was funny seeing how he
had painted himself into a corner by bringing up the topic of Tony and
me wearing diapers.
"Remember that time I put a laxative in your drink and made you
shit yourself?" Betty said.
"Betty, my friends are here!" Carl said. "Don't talk about that,"
he said with a more subdued voice.
"I thought I'd get you into diapers like Chris by making you were
all your underwear like Chris did before he got put into diapers."
"Well, you didn't, all right?!" Carl said as he and his friends
returned to their game. "In case you haven't noticed, I wear boxers
now, because I got tired of wearing underwear that looks like diapers!"
"Well, I have noticed you wear boxers, but not much of anything
else in that area," Betty said. This really burned Carl, enough to
force him to retreat in resignation. Betty finished her cigarette and
tossed the butt into the gutter along the sidewalk where it floated
away with the water running through it.
Lisa then opened the passenger door and said to me, "get your
butt in the back seat with Tony." I got out of the car as instructed
and then pulled the seat forward, giving Betty a good look at my butt
while I climbed in to the back seat with Tony. Not having a brother of
her own that she could diaper, she took advantage of the opportunity to
slap my diapered behind a couple times.
"I feel a diaper in there!" she said, squeezing my butt cheek a
couple of times while she was at it. Tony scooted over and I took the
right side of the back seat. Betty then closed the door and rolled the
window up while Lisa started the engine. Betty and Lisa did most of the
talking while Tony and I sat silently and listened to their
conversation.
"Leave the window down a little," Lisa advised Betty.
"What? Your air conditioner not working now?" Betty asked as she
rolled the window back down partway.
"No, we have a stinky one in the back seat," Lisa said.
"Oh yeah, I can smell it," Betty replied. "Didn't you change
Chris before you left?"
"Yeah, but Tony ran out of diapers and he's having to sit in a
stinky diaper until he gets some more diapers."
"Couldn't he just use one of Chris' diapers?" Betty suggested.
"Chris ran out of diapers, too, so we need to stop at the mall so
they can both get some more."
"The sooner, the better," Betty said. "I can barely stand it,
even with the windows down."
"See what you're missing out on by not having a brother in
diapers?" Lisa said. "You just love teasing Carl about that, don't
you?"
"He asked for it, since he brought it up himself," Betty said.
"That's why he hates it when he sees Chris, since every time Chris is
around I always talk about the time I made him poop his pants and made
him wear extra underwear because of it! He especially hates it when I
say it around his jock friends!"
Both Lisa and Cindy were laughing, with Tony and I joining them
in the chorus, so to speak.
"Sometimes I think Carl wishes he could wear diapers," Lisa said.
"Oh? What makes you say that?" Betty asked.
"He kept asking me all these questions about putting diapers on
Chris. He acted like it was sick and twisted, but I really think it's
because he wishes he had a sister who would give him the same kind of
attention."
"I think he just likes you, Lisa," Betty said. "Didn't you notice
the way he was ogling you? Not to mention the bulge in the front of his
shorts?"
"Oh yeah, I could tell," Lisa said. "He was looking at my tits
and my ass when I had my back turned, just like boys do all the time. I
made sure he'd look; I'm a good flirt. He might have been thinking
about me putting him in diapers."
"So, if Carl asked you to diaper him, would you?" Betty asked.
"Probably, since he's your brother," Lisa said. "But that's all I
would do. I'd feel silly doing it with my best friend's brother, and
besides, I don't do jock cock."
"Neither do I, I think most of them are arrogant macho jerks who
think they're hot shit and show off all the time," Betty agreed.
"Most of the jocks think I'm too fat anyway," Lisa said.
"You'd be surprised," Betty told Lisa. "Some boys like big girls.
I know Carl does. All his girlfriends have been fat, and I've seen his
porn collection, wow! You wait and see tonight at the fair. I'll bet
lots of boys will stare at you wearing those high, tight shorts."
"I'm sure a few will," Lisa said. "But that's the idea."
"More than a few," Betty said. "Admit it, you wouldn't have
dressed the way you did if you didn't think boys would stare at you,
now would you?"
For the rest of the trip to the mall the girls talked about boys
in the sense of boyfriends and sex, not younger-brother-type boys who
wear shit-filled diapers like Tony and me. Tony and I talked about boy
things and didn't pay any attention to the girls at this point. When we
got to the mall Lisa and Betty went inside with us. I noticed that
Tony's shorts were wet from the overloaded diaper.
"You're really leaking," I said to Tony.
"I know," he said as he tried to walk in a dignified fashion,
which was impossible to do in the loaded diaper he had on. I could see
his diaper sagging through his shorts on his butt.
"You were sitting on the bag, I hope," Lisa asked Tony.
"Yes, Lisa, I was," he replied, not wanting to get sarcastic or
get into an argument with her.
"Are you going to go in the mall like that?" I asked Tony.
"I don't have a choice," he said. "Besides, everyone will know I
wear diapers where we're going anyway."
We went into the mall and went up the escalator. I stayed behind
Tony so that I could keep his wet shorts out of view of other people. I
could see pee dripping out of his leg openings and onto the stair of
the escalator. He left a trail of pee droplets as we headed into Kidz
Klothez.
"We'll wait out here," Lisa and Betty said as they sat down on a
bench out in the mall.
Tony and I went to the back of the store, expecting a huge line
of people all buying Thickies diapers for their kids, hopefully all
boys. If the brisk sales were any indication, there'd be a lot of
people there. There was a lady with two boys at the counter and another
lady who was alone behind her. The first lady had just been handed two
huge packages of Thickies cloth diapers, along with two more packages
that contained plastic pants and another small package which I assumed
contained the diaper pins. She handed them to the two boys, who didn't
seem to mind having to carry them. In fact, the boys looked quite
excited to be given the bulky diapers.
"Can you put them on us now?" one of the boys asked, jumping up
and down excitedly.
"Wait until we get home," his mother said. "I know you can't wait
for me to put those thick diapers on you."
I looked at the boy and told him, "Thickies, good choice." The
boy then looked at me and then looked at the poster on the wall around
the corner.
"Hey, that's you!" he said. I looked at the poster and saw that
they had used my picture to advertise the Thickies cloth diapers in the
store.
"Yep, that's me," I said. The poster next to it showed Tony
modeling the disposables. Both posters had the "Thickies" logo printed
in the corner.
"Hey, I'm up there, too!" Tony said.
"They used our pictures!" Tony and I said excitedly in unison.
Mary was working at the counter. She noticed we were there when she
heard us shouting.
"Hi Chris, Hi Tony, be right with you boys," she said with a
smile. It was nice to be known on a first-name basis with Mary.
While the first lady was finishing up, the two other boys asked
us how we got our pictures taken for the posters. We knew there wasn't
much time to explain it, so we just told them that we had our pictures
taken this summer modeling diapers, skipping all the details about the
auditions and the trip to California.
"You guys sound pretty excited about wearing diapers," I said.
"Yeah, my Mom saw an ad in the magazine and promised us she would
get us some," the older boy said. He looked to be about ten years old.
"So, do you guys get to wear diapers for fun or...?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, Mom's pretty cool and she's always let us wear diapers
after she found out that we both wanted to wear them instead of using
the toilet."
The younger boy looked like he was seven or eight. He pointed at
Tony, noticing that his shorts were completely soaked and a puddle of
pee was forming underneath him on the tile floor.
"You need a diaper change!" he said.
"I know, that's why I'm here," he said. "Ran out of diapers." He
then laughed.
I then thought about asking the boys if they would be interested
in joining the D.B.A. club. I knew they would definitely be qualified
members, especially seeing that their mother was so cool about letting
them wear diapers. I just wish I knew if they had lived close enough to
come to our meetings. Just as I mentioned the club, their mother told
her boys to come with her.
"Aww Mom, this guy's gonna tell us about this diaper club he
has!" one of the boys said.
"A diaper club?" the mother asked, sounding interested. I was
expecting her to say "let's go, we don't have time," but apparently she
wanted to know more. She then looked at me and asked me what I was
talking about.
"I'm Chris Barrett, I started a diaper club for boys through an
organization that helps us run the club, and I thought your sons might
want to join it, or maybe start a club of their own."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure they would have lots of fun being in a diaper
club; that's right up their alley! What do you guys do?"
I answered the lady's questions and explained the activities that
we did, assuring her that it was all done in good taste and not
intended to exploit or take advantage of anyone. I did this while
waiting for the other lady in line to complete her transaction. She,
too, was picking up Thickies diapers, but without having any of her
kids with her, it was uncertain who they were for. Dividing my
attention between the mother whose two sons were now happy recipients
of new Thickies diapers, and the lady at the counter, I kept listening
for the lady at the counter to mention her son or a boy's name, or--
God forbid-- her daughter or a girl's name. Nothing was ever mentioned
to indicate the gender of the child, so this remained an unsolved
mystery. I figured the odds favored the child to be a boy, and thus I
settled on this assumption.
The mother said she had to get going, but mentioned that she
would gladly allow her two boys to join the club and maybe bring them
out to the meetings if it was convenient, or at least let them start
their own group at home. She even said she would pay their dues for
them. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her any time
over the weekend. I never got the names of the two boys, though.
I also gave her my number. It made me wish I had a business card
or something. This then gave me an idea. I thought about having some
business cards printed up to be distributed here at Kidz Klothez. Tony
agreed this was a good idea. We decided to talk about it later since we
had other matters to take care of now, mainly the fact that Tony's
diaper was on the verge of collapsing under all the weight of the pee
and poop it was carrying.
"Hello," Mary said. "It looks like you really could use a diaper
change, Tony," she said.
"Yeah, you could say that," he said.
"I'll take care of you right away," she said as she went to the
back room and returned with a package of Thickies disposable diapers,
already knowing the right size for Tony.
"I need some disposables, too," I told Mary. She then brought up
a second package of the diapers, the same size that Tony wore.
"I'm surprised you guys still have some of these," I said.
"We just got a huge shipment in today, and just in time," Mary
said. "They're really selling, ever since the ads came out. The posters
over there also help the sales."
"So we truly are poster boys for diapers," I quipped.
"Or diaper boys for posters," Tony added. Mary joined us in a
little laugh.
"Yeah, we had them blow up your ads to use in our store, since
both of you are from around here. I think they're using them in other
outlets that sell Thickies, too."
"Looks like we got more than our fifteen minutes worth of fame
out of this," I said to Tony.
"So, do you sell more cloth or disposables?" I asked Mary.
"Disposables, but a lot of people are rediscovering cloth
diapers," she said. "Either one, we can hardly keep them in stock."
"That's what we heard," Tony said. "They didn't get my free
diapers sent to me in time, so I ran out, and that's why I'm here."
"And not a minute too soon," Mary said. "Your shorts are a tad
soaked."
"I know, and I don't have enough money to buy any new ones," he
said.
"Go ahead and pick out a pair," Mary said. "Bring them back here
and I'll charge them to your mother's account. I'll give her a call
while you're looking and let her know so she can approve the
transaction first."
"Gee, thanks!" Tony said with relief, knowing that he would no
longer need to wear piss-soaked shorts around at the fair. With this,
he and I left the diapers on the counter and went out into the main
store and went to the boys' department. Tony found a fairly inexpensive
pair of shorts that he liked. They were marked down for clearance,
being the end of the summer, so he got a good price on them.
When we got back to the counter, we saw a boy who looked to be 12
or 13 buying some diapers. He had a handful of ones and a five, as well
as some change in a jar to pay for his purchase. Apparently he had
raided his own piggy bank to buy some diapers for himself. Mary decided
to give him one of the packages that she had brought out for us to save
the boy time. She put it in a large dark blue plastic bag so he could
carry it out of the store without anyone seeing what he had.
"Sorry about that, boys, I'll get another package of diapers for
you," Mary said. When she got back she told us that lots of boys had
been coming in to the store and buying Thickies diapers, paying for
them with whatever money they had. It seemed that some of these boys
were as desperate for diapers as other kids were for drugs. Both had
their ways of becoming an addiction.
"They always ask me to put it in a sack for them," she added.
Tony asked Mary if she could also charge the diapers to the
account. Mary agreed to do this for him, knowing his mother wouldn't
mind.
"That way I'll have twenty extra bucks to spend at the fair,"
Tony whispered to me. We snickered at this sneaky little idea of
Tony's. I then asked Mary if she could charge my diapers to my mother's
account, too, thus also giving me more spending money.
"Just for you boys," she said with a smile. This was what I liked
about Mary. She ran her section of the store like it was her own and
took pride in knowing her customers by name.
"Thanks again," we said to Mary as we left, carrying out the big,
conspicuous packages of Thickies diapers. Meanwhile, Mary had come back
out from behind the counter to wipe up the puddle of pee that Tony had
left on the floor.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 93
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Lisa and Betty were still sitting on the bench. Apparently Betty
had gotten bored and picked up a magazine while waiting for Tony and
me.
"About time, guys," Lisa said as she looked at her watch.
"There was a line," I explained. "People are buying Thickies
diapers like there's no tomorrow."
"Wow!" Lisa said. "You may be right, Chris, there may be more
boys like you going around in diapers than anyone ever realized."
"I hope so," I said with a smile. Of course then I realized that
if *every* boy wore diapers it wouldn't be any fun, no different than
the fact that all girls need to wear tampons for a few days each month.
"Can Tony and I go to the bathroom so I can change his diaper?" I
asked Lisa.
"No, we've already lost enough time as it is," Lisa said with a
huff. "It's not that far to the fairgrounds, so you can change him when
we get there."
"Okay, hope you won't mind him stinking up your car some more," I
said. Both Tony and I shrugged. We figured if Tony's diaper became so
full that it spilled all over the back seat of Lisa's car, we would
remind her of why it happened. Tony and I each carried our big Thickies
diaper packages out of the mall with everyone staring at us. The
Thickies logo and the boy modeling them on the package stood out as
plain as day. Given that Tony's shorts were soaked, this drew extra
attention towards him and his obvious need for diapers.
"Whatever you do, Tony, keep your butt on that plastic bag!" Lisa
said adamantly, looking at his wet shorts. "Are you going to go around
the fair like that?"
"I got some new shorts," he said.
"Good, because I'm not running you back home to let you change,"
Lisa said. Tony got into the car and in the back seat where he sat down
on the plastic bag. A small pool of pee had already formed on the bag
from when he was sitting on it before we got to the mall. He sat down
in the puddle of piss, having nothing to lose by already having on
super-wet diapers. I then got in behind him after handing Tony the two
big diaper packages. By the time I got seated there was barely enough
room in the back seat for two packages of Thickies disposable diapers
and two twelve-year-old boys.
"We should have put your diapers in the trunk," Lisa suggested.
"Tony needs a diaper change now," I said. Lisa and Betty were
both seated in the front and ready to go.
"Yeah, I definitely need a diaper change," Tony said using his
Rain Man voice. We then both started acting like Rain Man.
"You're getting pee all over the bag, yeah, yeah, definitely lots
of pee."
"I smell like poop, yeah, definitely poop. It stinks really bad,
I don't mind it, I fart in phone booths, I don't mind the smell of
poop."
"All right, guys, we get it!" Lisa said, sounding annoyed as she
raced ahead of some slower cars in the right lane. She was doing 50 in
a 35 zone.
"Aren't you worried about getting a ticket?" I asked Lisa.
"No, because I'll make you pay for it if I get one, since you're
the reason we're running late!" she said. "And don't ever tell me how I
should drive!"
"Excuse me," I said. "Sheesh!"
"Are you expecting to meet someone there?" Betty asked Lisa.
"Not at any certain time, no, but I didn't plan on spending an
hour getting from home to the fair!" Lisa replied. She raced through a
yellow light and caught up to a pack of cars actually driving the speed
limit, frustrating Lisa.
"Dammit!" she hollered as she slammed her hands against the
steering wheel.
"Chris, this can't wait, I need a change now," Tony told me.
"Okay, I'll see what I can do," I replied as I unfastened my seat
belt, much as I didn't want to with the way Lisa was driving. I had
Tony use one of the diaper packages to serve as a pillow while he lay
down on the seat. With his soaked diapered butt planted squarely on the
plastic bag, he extended his legs towards me so that I could pull off
his shorts.
"You're changing his diaper NOW?" Lisa asked me, incredulously.
"Yes, you saw his sagging shorts, didn't you?" I told her.
"Yes, and we smelled them, too," Betty remarked. "Well, we
smelled his dirty diaper."
"He's leaking, Lisa, and it may drip off of the bag, so don't hit
your brakes too hard unless you want a puddle of piss on the floor."
"You're changing Tony's diaper-- in the back seat-- while we're
moving?" she asked.
"Yep," I replied.
"I told you guys to wait until we got to the fair!" Lisa said.
"I've smelled your poopy butt every day for almost the last four years,
Chris, so the smell I can handle, really, I can, as bad as it is."
"We can't wait any longer," I told Lisa. "His diaper is
absolutely maxed out."
"Oh, brother," Lisa moaned, knowing she couldn't do anything
about the situation right now. "And I do mean BROTHER!"
I pulled Tony's wet shorts off and set them down on the floor. I
knew Lisa wouldn't like me setting Tony's pee-soaked shorts on the
floor of her car, but there wasn't much I could do at this point.
"Chris, you better not get the seat wet or poopy back there!"
Lisa said. (Translation: "If my boyfriend wants to have sex with me in
the back seat I don't want it to be all smelly.")
"That's why I'm changing him," I told Lisa.
"You guys aren't even in your seatbelts, and if a cop stops us
because of it, you guys will do all the talking and explaining
yourselves!" Lisa said. "God, how embarrassing that would be!"
"Then don't speed," I told Lisa. "They have to catch you doing
something else wrong first before they bust you for the seat belt, you
know." I said. I knew I was treading on thin ice at this point.
"Chris, what did I say about telling me how to drive?" Lisa said
in a low tone, which meant watch out! She was like a ticking time bomb
when she talked that way. I didn't care. She was pissing me off, too.
"Lisa, you just do the driving, and I'll do the diaper-changing,
all right?!" I said as I snapped at Lisa. "Shit, we should have just
stayed home and drew diaper boys."
"That might have been a good idea," Lisa replied.
"Come on, Lisa, relax. We're almost there," Betty said, trying to
help Lisa calm down. "You'll have a good time tonight. The boys won't
be hanging around with us, and we can find some boys of our own to hang
out with."
In spite of Lisa's complaining about me changing Tony's diaper in
the back seat of her car, I continued to help get Tony changed into a
clean diaper. I knew from releasing the tapes on pulling on the diaper
that it was very heavy and to contain the diaper without spilling its
contents would be very difficult. The odors became much stronger than
before, eliciting more complaints from the front of the car.
"Dammit, that stinks!" Betty said. "I'm not sure if I'd want Carl
wearing diapers."
"God, boy does it ever stink, and I'm used to it," Lisa said. "I
really wished you would have waited to change Tony."
"Sorry, it was an emergency," I told Lisa.
"How can you even do a diaper change back there?" Lisa asked.
"Why don't you let me drive and you can try it," I said jokingly.
Lisa groaned.
"You want a ride back home tonight?" Lisa asked me. I just
giggled.
"I'm serious, Chris. Cut the crap!"
I didn't dare push my luck any further, so I whispered to Tony
what I wanted to say to Lisa: "got any scissors?"
I asked Tony to lift his butt so that I could pull out the
plastic bag from underneath him. Lisa kept looking in her rearview
mirror nervously, wondering how much of the wet diaper was getting onto
the seat.
"I'm being as careful as I can," I assured her. I pulled the
plastic bag out from underneath Tony along with the loosened diaper.
That diaper was heav-vy! It was filled with shit all the way up to the
front and Tony's hard dick and balls were entirely coated in poop. Tony
kept himself propped up so that he wouldn't plant his wet and poopy
butt cheeks down on the seat and incur Lisa's wrath, which at this
point would have been deadly. I carefully held the used diaper with one
hand while I concentrated on sliding the plastic bag out from
underneath it with the other hand. Having only one free hand, I handed
the bag to Betty, asking her to open it up for me.
"Eww! It's got piss and shit all over it!" she said as a couple
droplets of urine spilled onto her legs.
"You're getting pee all over the back seat, aren't you?" Lisa
said.
"Just a little bit," I said. "It's not a new car, you know."
"It's MY car, I don't care if it's new or not!" Lisa said, this
time grumbling more.
"I'll clean it tomorrow!" I said.
"Okay, you got a deal, Chris. You'll come out to my car tomorrow
and shampoo the seat!"
I wished I hadn't committed myself to doing this, but it was the
only thing I could do to save what precious thread of peace remained. I
asked Betty to hold the bag open for me so that I could drop the used
diaper in it. The diaper was too heavy and too unmanageable to wad it
up, so I held it open while I carried it over the opened bag with both
hands.
"Eww! God! Get that horrid thing out of my face!" Betty explained
as she saw me put the wet and shitty diaper within inches of her face
before I let it drop down into the bag. It hit the bottom of the bag
making a loud thud, indicating the weight of the diaper. I then took
the bag from Betty and thanked her for helping. She didn't say anything
back. She was still holding her nose and gasping for fresh air by
sticking her head out the window.
"Hurry up and get a diaper on me," Tony said. "I can't keep
myself propped up like this much longer."
I grabbed the other package of diapers and ripped it open. I
pulled out one of the diapers and spread it out underneath Tony so that
he could at least sit back down on it. I didn't have any wipes handy to
clean Tony's butt, and Lisa was already mad at me for changing Tony's
diaper in the back seat of her "new" car, all while moving in traffic,
so I figured this was the least of our concerns at the moment. His butt
and balls were still covered in poop and he would have to go around
like this for awhile, but at least he would have a dry diaper on soon.
We were at a red light while I was busy taping the diaper up on
Tony. A 4 X 4 truck was stopped in the turning lane to our left. The
passenger looked like a boy who was about five or six. He was looking
down at Tony and me and giggling. He then was joined by another boy,
presumably his older brother. Both of them were leaning over the window
watching me diaper Tony. At this time their arrow light had turned
green and they had moved on. I then grabbed the bag that contained
Tony's new shorts and pulled them out. I stuck the old, wet shorts in
the bag. I asked Tony if he wanted to put his shorts on now, but he
said he would wait until we got to the fairgrounds. As I returned to my
normal seated position I realized that the two teenage girls in the car
to our right were watching me while I had my butt facing the right side
window. I realized that my shirt had ridden up to expose the top three
inches of my Thickies diaper. I got hard thinking about knowing that
they got to see my diaper showing. It made me wish I had left my shorts
off and let them see my diapered butt in its entirety.
For the rest of the drive to the fairgrounds I prepared for Tony
and myself a supply of diapers to have on hand while going around. I
took four more diapers from his package which had already been opened,
and then I opened my package and grabbed four diapers for myself,
stuffing them all in my backpack. We figured that we wouldn't need this
many, but we were always prepared by having extra supplies.
When we got to the fairgrounds we stopped at the parking
admission booth. The guy looked in Tony's side of the car and saw that
he had on a diaper, especially as he was sitting with his legs open and
his diapered crotch showing. The sun was shining into the car on his
diaper causing an extra bright white glare. The attendant gave both of
us boys a funny look as Lisa took her ticket and drove into the parking
lot. We were then directed to our parking space by the lot attendants.
When we stopped Tony got out and stood outside the car wearing
just his diaper and his shirt. With parking lot attendants and other
people watching and staring at Tony openly standing there in his
diaper, he bent over and put his shoes on first, then he put his new
shorts on, choosing to save them for last in order to prolong the time
his diaper would be exposed to passersby. Luckily for him, the shorts
fit since he didn't take the time to try them on first. It made me wish
I could join in his diaper exhibitionism since I was getting hard just
thinking about mooning a dozen or so strangers with my diapered butt,
but I didn't have an excuse to remove my shorts, unfortunately. Lisa
was quite embarrassed, as was Betty. Lisa told me to grab the bag with
Tony's soiled diaper in it and dispose of it at the nearest garbage
can. There was one located right at the main admission booth. Lisa
bought my ticket and hers and the others went through their own lines.
We rejoined after we were inside the gate and discussed where we would
meet and when.
Tony and I split off from Lisa and Betty and we agreed to meet at
the water fountain near the main entrance at about 9:30. This was also
when we were to meet up with Cindy, Gina and Bryce, who would be
arriving separately. As Tony and I were hungry and thirsty we decided
to go eat first. Before doing this, I made one of my rare trips into a
public restroom so that I could wash my hands after handling Tony's
messy diaper change. Tony went in there with me to wash his hands. We
located a booth that I knew always had really big and juicy burgers
with extra cheese on them. The girl who took our order was quite cute,
especially as she was plump and looked like she had sampled many of the
burgers herself. When it came time for me to pay I just somehow managed
to expose more of my diaper by pulling up my shirt a ways, just so I
could get to the pocket of my shorts. I pretended that the pocket was
tight and thus pushed my shorts down to expose even more of my diaper
to the girl, who was patiently awaiting payment. I wish she had said
something about seeing my diaper, but at least I know she got a god
glimpse of it. I was hard again as I thought about her changing my
diaper. She gave me my change and then she handed us each a big
cheeseburger, an order of fries and a 32-ounce drink, whose contents
would surely be in my diaper before too long.
While Tony and I were seated, eating our food and sipping our
drinks, we watched for little boys who may be wearing diapers, and
hopefully maybe some not-so-little boys. We saw plenty of toddler boys,
many of whom we assumed were diapered, but unfortunately they all had
shorts on, damn! I also looked at several older girls in high, tight
shorts. I got especially excited at seeing the ones with little
brothers as I figured these girls probably get to or at least got to
change their little brothers' diapers a time or two, maybe more. After
about twenty minutes or so we decided to get going to the carnival.
Before blowing all our money too early, Tony and I agreed to just
walk around a couple times and take in the sights and sounds of the
action for a little while. We watched people play the games, in most
cases losing their hard-earned money in hopes of winning a cheap little
prize for their sweetie. Of course, watching people play games was
merely a front to allow Tony and me to enjoy what we always did when we
came to the fair or went to other places with large gatherings of
people where there were lots of kids-- butt-watching. Most other boys
our age probably gazed at all the female asses, but this wasn't the
type of butt-watching that we were interested in. Okay, I'll admit that
I liked looking at some of the pre-teen and teen girls in tight shorts,
thinking about how they would make great babysitters or "surrogate
sisters", as I sometimes called them. They could do things with me that
I wouldn't want my own sisters to do during diaper changes.
Our interests were focused on the boys' behinds instead, mainly
in hopes of seeing some with the telltale diaper bulge. We didn't pay
any attention to the younger girls since if any of them were in diapers
we didn't want to know, though we figured the odds were less likely for
them to be wearing diapers anyway. There were plenty of two- and three-
year-old boys in diapers, even some four-year-olds and a couple that
looked to be five. Most of them were in shorts and we could see their
diapers or their Pull-Ups showing above the waist or through the leg
openings of the shorts on the boys who were sitting in strollers. We
saw a few toddler girls, too, but this couldn't be avoided, and we
figured potty training had to be just around the corner for them.
Some of the boys had just a diaper or Pull-Ups on. One four-year-
old boy even had cloth training pants on, no shorts! Right there in
front of hundreds of people! Even better was the fact that he was being
led by the hand by his short shorts-clad sister who looked to be eight
or nine. She was heading towards one of the porta-potties, carrying not
one, not two, but another thee pairs of training pants and a plastic
bag with her. How I wished I had brought a camera with me, damn! I was
getting hard just thinking about watching her wipe her little brother's
poopy bottom and putting the clean training pants on him. Tony and I
decided to wait for them to come out. We were standing there for
awhile, so we figured she had some serious cleaning up to do. How we
wished we could hear what she was saying to her little brother. While
we were standing there some old man came up to us and said, "I think
there's some of them open down there." He was pointing with his cane.
He must have assumed we were needing to use the porta-potties, but of
course with diapers on this was not a concern.
"Oh, that's okay, sir, we're just waiting for someone," I told
the man.
"Yeah, same here," the man said. He seemed like a nice guy, but I
really didn't want to converse with him about porta-potties. When his
wife came out of one of the porta-potties he left. A moment later the
girl came out with her brother, who was still in cloth training pants.
They appeared much thicker than what he had on when going in. Tony and
I figured she must have put all three pairs on him. He could barely
walk and he was complaining.
"Oh come on!" she said to him. "Since you're not going to ever
use the potty anyway, you might as well get used to it!"
I was getting hard again looking at the boy in such thick
training pants that made it so hard for him to walk. I couldn't help
but wonder what the situation was with this boy and his sister, so I
went up to her and asked her how old her brother is. She was surprised
by my approach, so she said, "excuse me?"
"How old is your brother?" I asked the girl.
"He's four," she said. "I know, he's too old to be in training
pants."
"No he isn't," I said affirmatively. "No boy is too old to be in
training pants or diapers."
"Okay, if you say so," the girl said.
"Well, I say so," I stated.
"Who are you?" she asked me.
"I'm Chris Barrett. I'm 12 years old and I wear diapers, too." I
pulled down the side of my shorts and lifted my shirt. "See?"
"Yeah, you do, don't you?" she said. "I bet you were like my
brother. Doesn't want to be potty trained."
"Then don't bother," I said. "He obviously wants to wear diapers,
so I'd encourage it, especially since he's a boy."
"It's my Mom who's dealing with his toilet training," the girl
said. "She just has me change him since she did it for the first four
years."
"Does that mean there will be at least another four years of him
wearing diapers?" I asked the girl.
"I don't know, but it's starting to look that way, isn't it?" she
said. She didn't seem to be as enthusiastic about her brother wearing
diapers as my sisters were. She didn't even ask me why I wear diapers
like everybody else does. I could tell that this wasn't going to go as
far as I was hoping it would.
"Well, whatever you do, keep him in his diapers. He'll be a lot
happier, and your family will be better off in the long run, believe
me!"
"Okay," the girl said.
"If you need to get him some bigger diapers, go to Kidz Klothez
and ask for Thickies diapers," I told the girl. "Can you remember that?
Thickies?"
"Gotcha!" she said. "I'll remember that." I had a feeling she
didn't really care. I just wanted to get as many boys into Thickies
diapers as I could, and not just because I was a CKM Products
stockholder as my Dad had arranged for me.
"Okay, nice talking to you," I said as we parted ways. Tony and I
watched as the girl and her super-padded-butt brother disappeared into
the crowd. We figured we did well just to see a four-year-old boy in
diapers, or at least a reasonable facsimile. Both Tony and I conceded
that it would be rare to see a boy past the age of five wearing
diapers, thanks to the evil parenting practice known as potty training
boys, coercing them or forcing them to give up their diapers. There
were several boys that Tony and I debated as to whether or not they
were wearing diapers since it was hard to tell. Some we were reasonably
certain on, but there was no way to confirm this without asking them,
which wouldn't have been appropriate. In many cases, unfortunately, it
was obvious that they were not wearing diapers since their underwear
was showing. We kept looking for older boy diaper butts, making another
revolution around the carnival loop. "Where are all the boys wearing
all the Thickies diapers that are being sold?" I thought to myself in
discouragement.
While we were walking around we overheard a few kids every so
often saying things to their friends or their brothers and sisters,
indicating that they could tell we were wearing diapers. Some people
complained about detecting a bad smell, which likely came from Tony's
poopy diaper. Certainly we weren't the only boys here who were past the
age of five in diapers, or were we?
Suddenly, our luck changed for the better.
"Chris!" Tony said. "Look! Look over there!"
Tony directed my attention to one of the games. We saw a boy who
looked to be about seven or eight. His shirt had ridden up and it
exposed a diaper! It was too bright of a white to be mistaken for
underwear (a lot of boys these days were wearing boxers, anyway), and
there was no striped waistband. Upon walking closer to him I confirmed
that it was definitely a diaper! It was really big and thick, too, so
it had to have been a Thickies diaper. He was also carrying a small
backpack, which I assumed contained his supply of extra diapers. Bingo!
Our first confirmed diaper sighting at this year's fair!
We had been walking around for over half an hour and the carnival
bug had finally bitten us. The game the boy was playing involved
throwing darts at balloons and popping them to win prizes. Tony and I
stepped up to the dart game and gave the attendant a dollar each, good
for two throws. We were mostly interested in looking at the diapered
boy, of course. The balloons were deceptively easy-looking targets, but
I ended up missing with both of my darts. I blamed this on the fact
that I was distracted by looking at the boy's diaper showing.
Tony, on the other hand, had better aim than I did. He hit the
balloons with both of his darts. The prizes being offered were these
painted pieces of glass in cardboard frames, most of them with rock
band logos or other popular logos and other designs. Tony was given a
choice, either take two smaller ones or he could have one of the larger
ones.
Tony noticed that the diapered boy next to me hadn't won a prize
yet and he was about to give up. Tony picked out one of the smaller
prizes for himself, then he asked the boy, "which one would you like?"
"Huh?" he said as he was about to hand the attendant another
dollar.
"I won two of them, so I'll give you one of mine," Tony
explained.
"Gee, thanks," the boy said gleefully. He picked out a piece that
had the "Jurassic Park" movie logo on it. Tony asked for this one and
then he gave it to the boy.
"Hey, thanks, you're really nice!" the boy said.
"You're welcome," Tony said.
We watched him bend over and unzip his backpack. His shirt
exposed more of his diaper as he did this. I sneaked a peak inside his
bag as he put his prize away. I could see several diapers stuffed away
in there, just as I was expecting. We figured the boy would leave after
this, so Tony kept his attention and asked him what his name is.
"Mike," he said.
"My name's Tony," he introduced himself. "And this is my friend
Chris."
"My brother's name is Tony," Mike said.
"Really?"
"And my cousin's name is Chris," he added.
"Really!" I said. "Maybe we're related somehow."
Tony handed me his prize and he asked me to stick it in my bag.
In doing so, I made sure to position myself so that when I bent over
the boy would be looking at my butt and see my diaper showing over my
shorts. I pulled my shirt up just to make sure the diaper was exposed,
not caring if other bystanders saw it, too. In fact, with all the young
teenage girls around me, it excited me to do this. Meanwhile, Tony
exchanged small talk with the boy. They had lived several miles from
here, so I dismissed the idea of asking him about joining my diaper
club. Still, I wished I could have had some business cards or something
that I could present to him to let him know about the club and so that
he could possibly start one of his own or find out of one exists in his
area.
I took my time putting Tony's prize away. I acted like I was
having trouble with the zipper so that I could prolong the time my
diaper was showing. I looked behind me to see if Mike was looking at my
butt. I could tell that his eyes were fixed on seeing my diaper
showing. I zipped the bag up and then, seeing that my shoe just
happened to be untied, I remained bent over while I retied it. Mike
kept staring at me, so I knew I had his attention now.
"Hey," he said. "Do you wear Thickies, too?"
YES! Tony and I both looked at each other, knowing we had scored
a hit with Mike.
"All the time," I said. Tony lifted his shirt to let Mike see his
diaper.
"I wear them, too," he said. "See?"
"I usually wear cloth diapers," I told Mike. "But they're way too
thick to wear in public, so that's why I have disposables on now."
"Wow! I thought me and my brother were the only ones who wore
diapers," Mike said.
"If you guys were the only ones who wore diapers, they wouldn't
even make diapers for us big boys," Tony told him.
"You said your brother wears them, too?" I asked Mike.
"Yeah, but he doesn't have to wear them like I do, but he likes
wearing them, so Mom lets him. Do you guys wear them all the time?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Do you like wearing them?"
"Yeah, I do, it sounds weird, but I just like them, anyway."
"That's cool," I said. "Lots of boys like to wear diapers, even
the ones who have to wear them."
"Do you hafta wear them?" he asked me.
"I do now," I said. "I stopped using the toilet and got used to
using diapers and I lost control because of it."
"Me, too," Tony said.
"Hey, wanna join us and play some games awhile?" Tony invited
Mike.
"Sure!" he said. "I need to meet my brother in about a half hour,
though."
"No problem," Tony said. "Let's go!"
"Wait guys!" I said. "I want to try the darts one more time. I
know I can hit them!"
"Okay," Tony said. I set my bag down and gave the attendant a
dollar and he gave me two darts. I threw the first dart and it missed,
just grazing one of the balloons. "Damn!" I said. I threw the second
dart. POP!
"Got one!" I exclaimed. I asked for one of the pieces with the
Metallica logo on it. I stuck it in the bag along with Tony's, giving
Mike another look at my diaper. As we went around the carnival we
played a couple more games and picked up a few tawdry little doodads
along the way. We told Mike about our summer and our appearance in the
Thickies ads, which he thought was pretty neat. We talked about other
things, too. Of course Tony and I were still checking out boy behinds
and looking for diapers. There were a couple more ambiguous sightings
and one more that was definite, but we were already with Mike and
didn't investigate him more closely, even though I wanted to. I made
sure to tell him about the D.B.A. diaper club, but as it turned out, he
and his brothers were already members, though they did not know of any
Club Directors who held meetings.
"If you ever make it out my way maybe you can attend one of our
meetings," I told the boy.
"That'd be great, but I doubt I could travel twenty miles out
this way to come to it," the boy conceded.
"Yeah, that's too bad. Maybe you could become a Club Director and
find some boys in your school who wear diapers," I suggested to Mike.
Later on Mike met his brother at the crane game, where you had to
guide a crane to pick up prizes out of a glass box. I got gypped on
this one too many times in the past to bother with it this time, but
Tony had the ability to work it, so I had him pick up some goodies for
me. When I saw Mike's brother I looked to see if he was wearing
diapers. Judging by the bulge in his shorts, I could tell that he was.
"Guess what, Tony?" Mike said to his older brother who looked to
be about our age.
"These guys wear the same thing we do!" he said.
"That's cool!" he said. Tony and I both lifted our shirts to let
him see our diapers. He nodded and briefly lifted his own shirt so we
could see his diaper, too. We only had a couple minutes to talk about
wearing diapers before their mother came up to them and told them that
they were leaving.
"Can we change first?" the other Tony asked his mother.
"Sure," she said. "Your brother has the bag, right?"
"Oh yeah," Mike answered.
"Nice meeting you guys!" I said to them as I watched them walk
away and disappear into the crowd. I would probably never meet them
again, but it was fun knowing them for at least a few minutes.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 94
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"Hey, let's go on some rides now!" Tony exclaimed. I agreed,
since, after all, this was the main thing we came to the fair for aside
from the diapered-butt watching. We each bought a book of ride tickets
and then we ventured over to the bumper cars, just for starters. Next
we took a ride on the Ferris Wheel and then acclimated ourselves to the
less tame rides by going on the roller coaster, the Sea Dragon, the
Tilt-a-Whirl, and the Flying Bobs, to name a few. By then our
adrenaline was really pumped and our diapers were quite wet, too. Tony
was really starting to smell since his pee was mixing in with the poop
that was already in his diaper when I changed him in the back seat of
Lisa's car. On some of the rides we had to share a car with two or more
other people, all of whom appeared to be acutely aware of the smells
coming from Tony's diaper. While we were riding on the Flying Bobs I
shit in my diaper, adding to the smell that the two kids sitting behind
us would have to endure for the rest of the ride. We heard the two boys
complaining about the smell and accusing each other of farting or
shitting his pants. As they followed us off the ride they were still
going at it. They were most likely brothers.
"I can still smell it, Ryan!" one of them said to the other.
"You shit your pants, Eric, didn't you?"
"Shut up! I did not!" Ryan said as he jabbed Eric with his elbow.
Seeing that these two boys were fighting over nothing, I decided to
help restore peace and harmony between the two boys.
"Excuse me, guys?" I said as I turned around, getting their
attention. Both of them looked at me strangely, knowing that I had been
listening in on their little quarrel.
"Yeah?" Eric said, the older of the two boys.
"I'm the one who shit his pants," I said. "Sorry if the smell
bothered you." I pulled up my shirt and let them see my Thickies diaper
showing above my shorts. Tony did the same.
"We wear diapers, see?" Tony said. The two boys looked at us
incredulously, noting our diapers sticking out by a couple of inches
over our shorts.
"What a couple of freaks!" Eric said to Ryan. "Let's get out of
here."
"You run into all kinds at the fair," Ryan said. At least the two
boys were no longer arguing over who pooped his pants, even if they
thought we were a couple of weirdos.
We still had plenty of time to get in one more ride before having
to meet up with Lisa and Betty at the water fountain. We decided to go
on one called the Yo-Yo. It involved sitting in a seat that was
suspended by long chains that were connected one of a series of mast
arms extending out in a spider-like fashion from a large hub at the top
of the ride. The ride would then rotate and swing its passengers around
several feet above the ground. The hub also tilted at an angle during
the ride.
While Tony and I were standing in line there were two kids in
front of us, a boy and a girl, most likely a brother-sister duo. Of
course Tony and I made a visual inspection of the boy's butt to see if
by any chance he had a diaper on. He didn't, as we admittedly expected,
but we felt that he was a potential candidate for a diaper-wearer,
especially when we overheard the conversation he was having with his
sister.
"I don't wanna go on this one!" the boy whined.
"Oh come on, Billy!" his sister said. "You've been on it before!
Don't be such a baby!"
"I'm not a baby!" Billy said.
"Okay, then let's go," she said.
"No! I'm afraid that the same thing that happened last time will
happen again," he said.
"What, because you peed your pants last time?" his sister said
out in the open, embarrassing her brother. This was what got our
attention, hearing the girl mention her brother wetting his pants.
"Don't say that in front of everyone, Tina!" he told her.
"Is that why you don't want to go on this ride?" Tina asked him.
"Yeah," he replied quietly.
"Seeing how much pop you drank tonight, I wouldn't be surprised
if you wet your pants again."
"Tina!" Billy yelled again.
While this was going on, I took my backpack off and set it on the
ground. I bent over to retrieve a diaper from the bag, knowing full
well that the teenage girls standing behind us would see my diaper
showing. God, I was such an exhibitionist when it came to showing off
my diapers! In spite of this it seemed that they weren't paying any
attention and were carrying on amongst themselves.
With the diaper in my hand, I tapped on the boy's shoulder and
got his attention. He turned around and looked at me, as did his
sister. Neither of them knew that I was holding the diaper until I
showed it to them.
"Need one of these?" I offered the boy, knowing of his prior
problems with holding his urine while on fast and vigorous rides. Billy
had a stunned look on his face while his sister Tina laughed.
"What is that?" Billy asked.
"It's a diaper, silly!" Tina said. "He's offering it to you."
"I don't need a diaper!" he said vehemently.
"Might come in handy, you know, in case you pee your pants
again," his sister reminded him.
"That's not funny," the boy said.
"I'd love to see you wearing a diaper, Billy," his sister taunted
him. "I think you'd look cute!"
"Tina, cut it out!" Billy snapped at her.
"Now you *are* being a baby, so maybe wearing a diaper would be
just the thing for you!" Tina threatened her brother.
"No!" Billy said.
"Then calm down. Are you going on this ride or not?" Tina asked
him.
"Yeah, I guess so," Billy said.
"What are you guys carrying diapers around for?" Tina asked us.
"We wear them," I said. Tony and I lifted our shirts again in
unison, showing not only the girl in line ahead of us our diapers, but
also the teenage girls who were behind us, hoping this time they would
notice, and they did. We heard them giggling and talking about us
wearing diapers, but they did not summon our attention.
"Oh my God," Tina said. "You guys really wear diapers; how old
are you?"
"Twelve," we replied in unison.
"Twelve!" the girl said. "Aren't you guys a little too old to be
in diapers?"
"You don't have to be a baby to wear diapers," Tony said.
"But you have to be a boy," I added. I had to concede that this
was probably not necessarily true in spite of my absolute biased
feelings towards boys wearing diapers. The girl seemed to agree with me
anyway.
"Well, shucks, I'm not a boy, so I guess that counts me out,
huh?" Tina said, sounding sarcastically disappointed.
"Yep! Afraid it does!" Tony said with a smile. Billy looked at us
strangely.
"You guys are weird," he said. "And you both stink, too!"
"Just be glad this ride seats everyone individually," I told him.
Billy and Tina didn't say anything else to us after this, so I bent
back down and put the diaper away in my bag. By this time the ride had
stopped and one of the attendants was letting its passengers off. As
the people were coming off of the ride, Tony and I were watching for
boys who may have wet their pants. We hoped to spot some at the other
rides, but so far we hadn't seen anything until now. One boy was seen
coming off the ride and putting both of his hands over his shorts,
trying in vain to hide the big wet spot that he made on his front side.
It even soaked up into his shirt. The poor kid was on the verge of
tears. If he hadn't been walking so fast I would have offered him one
of my diapers as well as my empathy.
It was now our turn to board the ride. Tony sat in the seat right
behind me. While we were on the ground we dangled in the suspended
seats and waited for the ride to start after the rest of the passengers
boarded. When the ride was idle, the seats hung closely enough together
for Tony to kick me forward with his feet. I would then swing back and
run into him. About a minute later the ride was set into motion. We
were lifted up several feet by the mast arms, and then the hub began to
rotate. As the hub picked up speed, our bodies were swung outward by
the gyration of the ride and we were several feet apart from each
other. The ride picked up speed and we were really spinning now.
"Ooohhh, shit!" I said as I had forgotten how fast this ride
went. I tightly clenched onto the bar in front of me. It was getting
darker at this time and I could see the lights of the carnival rapidly
passing by me, leaving momentary streaks of light on my retinas in
their wake. It was enough to make me wet and poop in my diaper some
more, making me glad I had it on. I figured Tony had to have wet and
perhaps shit in his diaper some more, too, by the time the ride was
running at full tilt, literally. I looked ahead at the kid in front of
me and I looked down at all the people below. Once I got used to the
ride's force I enjoyed it more. We went around several more times,
listening to the rock music go louder as we passed by the speakers each
time it went around, before it slowed down and eventually came to a
stop.
"How's your diaper?" I asked Tony, not caring that there were
other people around. We made their heads turn, that's for sure.
"Wet," Tony said.
"That one always make me piss in my diaper," I said. "I also shit
some more, too."
"Which seat were you in?" someone asked me as he was in the line
of people waiting to board.
"I think it was that one," I said, not really knowing which seat
t actually was.
"I won't sit in it then," he said.
"I got diapers on, the seat's clean," I told the guy before I
caught back up with Tony.
"Let's go change now," Tony said. "I really stink now."
"I'm not exactly a rose garden myself," I told him, acknowledging
my own diaper odors. "But we still got time for one more ride. How many
tickets you got left?"
"Three," he said. I had the same amount, which made sense, being
that we both bought the same number of tickets and had gone on the same
rides together.
"What can we go on that takes only three tickets?" Tony asked as
we looked around. Most of the rides in the area we were in called for
four or five tickets each. Most of the tamer rides and the kiddie rides
only required three tickets.
"Let's go the fun house!" I said as I looked across the carnival.
"The fun house?" Tony questioned. "That's kinda lame," he said.
"Well, it doesn't have a long line, and besides, we only have
three tickets left, so we might as well use them."
"Okay, what the hell," Tony agreed and shrugged. We didn't have a
lot of time as it was, so we hurried over to the fun house and handed
the last of our tickets to the attendant. We then entered the funhouse,
going up the stairs through the giant clown face's mouth. We walked
through a series of moving floors and other obstacles. Once we were
through this part we then went up to the top level of the fun house and
reached the room that contained all the funky mirrors that distorted
one's reflection.
"This is why I wanted to come in here," I said to Tony. So far
there were no other people there. I stood in front of a mirror that
distorted the appearance of one's waist, making it look elongated. I
quickly pulled my shorts down and exposed my diaper. I looked at myself
standing there with what looked like a very big diaper, not that it
wasn't already a big diaper.
"Check this out!" I said to Tony, who was looking at my
reflection showing an elongated diaper. I then turned around and looked
at my butt in the mirror while I bent over. I especially enjoyed
looking at myself like this since I liked how high-rising diapers
looked on my rear end, the appearance of which was exaggerated by the
mirror.
"Now you try it," I said to Tony while I still had my shorts down
around my ankles. We were still the only ones in front of the mirrors,
so Tony took his shorts down and did the same thing, first looking at
himself from the front and then from the rear. While he was bent over,
he said, "excuse me." This was followed by the unmistakable sound of
intestinal gas and several wet feces shooting out of his butt and into
his diaper. He remained in this position while he unloaded the rest of
his bowel movement. I shifted over to the next mirror, which made me
appear short and fat. This, too, had an interesting visual effect on
the appearance of my diaper.
Suddenly a lone boy appeared. He appeared to be about nine years
old. We were literally caught with our pants down. He looked at us,
seeing that not only had we taken our shorts down, but that we were
wearing diapers, too.
"Oh, excuse us," I said as Tony and I both quickly pulled our
shorts back up.
"You guys are wearing diapers!" the boy exclaimed.
"Of course," I said. "Lots of boys our age wear diapers." The boy
seemed to be interested in this and he wasn't "weirded out" like some
of the other kids we had encountered this evening. He asked us if we
wear diapers all the time, to which we both replied affirmatively.
"Do you wear diapers?" Tony asked him.
"No," he said. "But I'll show you what I do wear."
The boy decided that he would try doing what we were doing by
taking his shorts down and bending over in front of the mirror and
looking at his butt. He even took his underwear down for a moment and
exposed his bare butt. He, Tony and I all laughed as we looked at how
long his butt crack looked in the mirror. He then pulled his briefs
back up. He had regular white underwear on, and I could tell that he
didn't wipe very well and had likely had an accident or two in the pair
that he was wearing.
"Looks like you could use a diaper," I said upon noticing the
brown stains in his briefs. I couldn't resist saying it. I was hoping I
hadn't offended the kid.
"I didn't think they make them for anyone but babies," he said.
"Where do you guys get yours?"
"Kidz Klothez, they're in the mall."
"My Mom goes there all the time," he said as he pulled his shorts
back up.
"They sell the diapers in the back at the special orders
counter," I told him. "Why, you want some diapers?"
By this time a group of several more kids were coming, so we
decided to continue on through the rest of the fun house. We passed
through a maze consisting of mirrors and glass walls and then went down
to the bottom level and exited the fun house by going down the slide,
which was made from another giant clown's face, but with his tongue
sticking out for the slide. We walked around to the side of the fun
house structure where there were no other people nearby.
"I wish I could wear diapers like you guys," the boy said.
"Great!" I thought to myself. "We found another one!" It made me wish I
could have told him about the diaper club, but this wasn't the time and
place to do it.
"I probably can't buy any diapers while I am there with my Mom,"
he said.
"Here, you can have one of mine," I offered the boy. I unzipped
the bag and handed one of my diapers to him.
"It may be a little big, but just tape it up really tight," I
advised him.
"Give him one of mine, too," Tony offered. I handed the boy a
second diaper.
"I dunno if I can sneak this around with me without my Mom seeing
me," the boy said. He figured he could probably carry one diaper
underneath his shirt, but two would be too difficult to conceal, so he
decided to just take the one diaper for now. He undid his shorts and
asked me to stick the folded diaper down in the back of them, so I did.
The top half of the diaper was still sticking out above his shorts, but
at least he had a loose shirt that would conceal the diaper from view,
so I told him to make sure to keep his shirt pulled down.
"Thanks," he said. "I just wish I could use it more than once."
"Well, even if you don't get any diapers after this, you can
still make a diaper out of your underwear," I suggested to him. He
asked me how to do this.
"Just put lots of pairs on, as many as you can fit," I said. "It
looks and feels a lot like a diaper. You just can't wet in it unless
you wear something plastic over it, like maybe a garbage bag."
"There's my Mom," the boy said. "Gotta go, thanks, guys!"
We watched the boy walk over to his mother, who said, "there you
are, let's get going now." From what we could see in the flashing
lights in front of the fun house, there was no way to tell that he had
a folded up diaper stuffed down into the back of his pants, so we
figured he was probably safe from being caught. I got hard thinking
about how much he would enjoy wearing the diaper that I gave him.
I looked at my watch. It read 9:34 P.M.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "We gotta go meet Lisa by the fountain! We
were supposed to be there by 9:30."
Tony and I hauled diapered ass and we ran as fast as we could,
penetrating through the crowd and making our way out of the carnival.
We still had a ways to go, passing by the food booths as we headed
towards the big fountain where Lisa and Betty were both waiting. Cindy,
Gina and Bryce were also there with them.
"Is your watch broken?" Lisa asked me.
"No, my watch is not broken," I said back to Lisa in a mocking
voice.
"I said to meet here at 9:30," she said.
"Well, excuse me, so I'm ten minutes late, sheesh!" I said.
"You need to be excused, Chris," Lisa said. "You smell like
you're overdue for a diaper change again."
"Bryce has been needing one ever since we went on the Zipper,"
Gina said. "That ride literally scared the shit out of him."
"So why don't you change him, Gina?" Lisa asked her.
"Bryce doesn't like getting changed in public, especially when I
am with him," she said.
"I do it all the time, right, Chris?" Cindy said.
"I want Tony or Chris to change me," Bryce said. "I don't want to
go into the girls' bathroom here."
"Okay, fine," Gina said. "Just this once, okay?"
"Thanks," Bryce said.
"What were you guys doing anyway?" Lisa asked.
"We were in the carnival," I answered. "We wanted to finish off
our tickets."
"Actually, we were peddling diapers to little boys," Tony
whispered to me, sounding surreptitious. I nodded in agreement.
"What were you guys doing?" Lisa asked, sensing that we were
talking about something we didn't want her to know.
"Nothing," I answered innocently.
"We went through the fun house and looked at our diapers in the
mirrors," Tony said.
"Aww, I wish I had come with you guys!" Bryce said. "That sounds
like fun!"
"Only you diaper boys," Lisa said. "We're coming here again with
Mom and Dad tomorrow, so you could have saved your tickets until then,"
Lisa said to me.
"We only had three tickets left each," I replied.
"So, what are we all going to do now?" Gina asked.
"I think we'd better let the boys take care of their diapers
before they stink bomb the whole fair," Lisa said. "Go take care of
your diapers, boys," she said to Tony, Bryce and me.
"What are you guys gonna do?" I asked them.
"We're coming with you," she said.
"What, you changing our diapers here?" I asked her.
"No, we girls have to go to the bathroom, too."
"Only we do it in toilets," Betty added. With this, we all headed
for the restroom facility located between the exposition building and
the beer garden. The girls went into their designated section of the
facilities while Tony, Bryce and I all went into the men's room. Most
of the people in their were men in their twenties and thirties, and
some of them appeared to have a little bit too much to drink. The whole
restroom smelled of beer piss. Tony, Bryce and I all looked at each
other awkwardly, debating whether or not to go into the same stall
together with all those inebriated men in there. One of them was
looking at us. He said, "the toilets are over there, boys."
"I don't have a very good feeling about this," I said.
"Same here," Tony agreed. Bryce also didn't sound too keen on the
idea of doing a diaper change in a restroom full of drunk men.
"You boys lost?" another man asked us.
"Uhh, no sir," I said.
"If you came in here to smoke dope, forget it," he said.
"No, we're just--" I started to say.
"Better get in line, everyone's going ahead of you, you know," he
said. I could smell the beer on his breath.
"Let's get out of here," Tony said. We all left from the
restroom.
"Come on, let's get it over with, not like these guys will ever
see again anyway, or even remember us as drunk as some of them are," I
said.
As all three of us approached the bank of stalls and looked for a
vacant one, several of the men gave us a strange look. After all, it
isn't often that two people are seen going into the same stall
together.
"I changed my mind, guys," I said as we quickly retreated from
the busy restroom. We never looked back.
"So, where do we go to change our diapers?" Bryce asked.
"I dunno, let's go find another restroom away from the beer
garden," I suggested.
"Then the girls will wonder where the hell we are," Tony said.
"Let's just wait for them."
We stood outside the restrooms and waited for Lisa, Cindy and
Gina to come out. Lisa was the first to come out.
"Ready, guys?" she asked us.
"Well, actually, we're not," I said.
"What?!" Lisa exclaimed. "You mean you guys haven't changed your
diapers yet?" She said this out loud, drawing the attention of several
passersby.
"Well, there's a bunch of guys in there, drunk and pissing their
beer," I said.
"Yeah, we were going to go to another bathroom away from the beer
garden," Tony suggested.
"Oh forget it, we'll change you boys instead," Lisa said. "Come
on, Chris, I'll change you first."
I didn't argue with Lisa as she told me to take off my bag so she
could get a diaper out for me. She then led me into the women's
restroom, whose occupants appeared to be less affected by the booze.
They all stared at me as expected, saying thinking, "what's a boy doing
in here?"
"Getting a diaper change," Lisa said.
"What's going on?" Cindy asked Lisa, seeing that she had brought
me into the women's restroom with a diaper in her hand.
"The boys didn't change their diapers," Lisa groaned.
"What?" Cindy asked.
"Never mind, I'll explain later. Go get Tony and drag his butt in
here so you can clean it."
Gina came out from her stall just as Lisa and I were about to
take occupancy of it.
"What are you doing back in here?" Gina asked. "Chris, aren't you
supposed to be in the men's room?" I didn't get a chance to say
anything.
"Go get Bryce and change his diaper," Lisa said.
"You guys didn't change?" Gina asked.
"No, the babies, those boys!" Lisa said. "And I don't mean that
in a nice way, you understand," Lisa told me. She closed the stall door
and had me lie down on the floor. She pulled off my shorts and then
untaped my diaper.
"What rides did you go on?" Lisa asked me. I told her the ones we
took, and Lisa said, "that explains how your diaper got so wet and
messy."
Lisa was using toilet paper to wipe my butt clean. She must have
used half of the roll to get all my poop cleaned up, keeping in mind
that these were the big, commercial-bathroom toilet paper rolls, not
the kind used in most households. This toilet paper tended to have a
rough texture to it. It certainly wasn't the same as the diaper wipes I
was used to having used on me at home, but it was all we had available
to us. While Lisa was busy doing this, Tony was lying on the floor in
the next stall with Cindy taking care of his dirty diaper. I could see
him lying on the floor. He looked at me and gave me a sheepish smile.
Down a couple stalls I could see Bryce getting his diaper changed, too.
Apparently he didn't put up much of a fuss, or he didn't have the
chance to fuss when Gina told him that she was going to be changing his
diaper in the women's restroom no matter what. When Lisa finished
diapering me she left the restroom, with me following behind her. I
brought my dirty diaper with me and took it out of the women's restroom
so that I would not leave a large youth-sized diaper in the women's
restroom trash that would appear to have been worn by a girl. I had
already told Tony to do the same with his diapers whenever he was
changed in an opposite-sex restroom, so I figured he would do the same
thing when he was done. I wasn't sure if Bryce was aware of doing this.
"What are you doing now, Chris?" Lisa asked me as I was about to
go back into the men's restroom again.
"Throwing my diaper away," I said.
"Why are you going in *there* to throw it away?!" she asked,
ready to smack me at this point.
"Because I want it to look like a *boy* had worn it! What would
you think if you saw a big diaper in the trash in the women's
restroom?"
"I'd think that some girl brought her diaper-wearing brother into
the girl's bathroom to change his diaper, that's what," Lisa said,
expending what little patience for me she had remaining. She then
explained to Betty why I now took my diapers with me to throw them away
in the men's room. I went ahead and disposed of the soiled diaper,
ignoring the looks that I was getting from the men. A moment later Tony
went in to the men's room with his dirty diaper and threw it away where
the gender of its wearer would not be falsely deduced by anyone who
happened to look in the trash.
Bryce then came out of the bathroom, but he didn't have his dirty
diaper with him.
"Where's your used diaper?" I asked him.
"I threw it away," he said.
"Don't do that!" I told him.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because, you don't want anyone thinking that a girl wore the
diaper you threw away, do you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You see a big diaper in the women's restroom full of shit and
piss, you're going to assume that a girl probably wore it because it's
in the women's restroom," I said. "Go get it and put it in the men's
restroom trash!"
"I'm not going back in there," Bryce said.
"Okay, I'll take care of it," Tony said.
"Aww, come on, just leave it!" Lisa said. "Like anybody's really
going to look in the trash or even care if there's a big diaper sitting
in there."
"Well, as dedicated diaper boys, we care, and we are fully
committed to preserving the integrity of other people's perceptions of
boys and their toileting irresponsibilities," Tony said ever so
eloquently. With this, he went into the women's restroom alone. He was
braver than I was. I imagined him digging through the trash in front of
several women and some girls, only to retrieve a soiled diaper of all
things, and then take it out with him. He came out of there and went
straight into the men's room to throw away Bryce's diaper.
"Chris, I hate to say it, but you really, truly are obsessed with
your fixation on diapers only being for boys," Betty told me.
"I know, ain't it great!" I said with a smile.
"I have to agree with you, though, since I don't know any girls
who like to wear diapers like you boys do," Betty said. "And I thought
Carl's obsession with football was bad," Betty commented to Lisa.
"Chris is more obsessed with diapers than Carl is with football,
trust me," Lisa said.
"You're probably right," Betty said. "At least Carl doesn't jack
off while thinking about football, at least he'd better not be doing
anything like that."
Tony returned to our group and we started walking again. We
weren't really sure what we were all going to do at this point. We
thought about walking around the exposition building, but we were going
to do that tomorrow with my parents, anyway. We wanted to have some
more real fun.
"So, what does everyone want to do now?" Lisa asked.
"You guys should come see the hypnotist perform," Cindy
suggested. "Me, Gina and Bryce saw him, it's funny!"
Bryce told us how much he enjoyed watching people make asses of
themselves onstage. This sounded good, so Tony and I agreed with him.
The girls all voted on this, too, so we headed for the stage where the
hypnotist was performing.
"His last show for the night starts at 10:00, if we hurry we'll
catch the beginning," Cindy said. We all ran as fast as we could. We
still managed to find some good seats in the stands. The act had just
started and the hypnotist was just going through his preamble,
explaining what hypnotism is, how it's used, how it works on a person's
mind, dispelling myths about hypnotism, etc. He also warned the
audience that his 10:00 show was more risqu� for the sake of people who
have small children with them. With this said, the show was ready to
get into action. They then shined a spotlight around the audience to
select people to go up on the stage to be hypnotized. The light came
over towards Tony and me and then stopped right on us.
"How about you two boys?" the hypnotist said. "Come on up here!"
Tony was willing to participate, but I was hesitant. I just
didn't like the idea of having someone take over my mind.
"Come on, Chris," Tony said. "I wanna do this."
"Go ahead, I'll just watch," I said. I knew Tony was
disappointed, but I hoped he would understand later on.
"I'll do it!" Bryce said as he raised his hand. With this, Tony
and Bryce were chosen among about fifteen or so people to be mentally
manipulated for the next several minutes. Within minutes, Tony and
Bryce were under hypnosis. Along with all the other people, they were
made to do some of the most asinine things one could ever imagine. For
example, Tony was told to forget the number six, and then he was told
to count his fingers. According to Tony, he had eleven fingers! Glad it
wasn't me up there. I would have probably pointed to my dick to
represent my eleventh finger.
The show got even better after this and everyone was just roaring
with laughter. The best part was when Tony was told that he was the
father and Bryce was his son. Tony was to take Bryce over his knee and
give him a spanking because his son was a "bad little boy." Bryce
obediently complied under the influence of hypnosis and lay himself
across Tony's lap. Tony then proceeded to slap Bryce's butt. It wasn't
really hard, but enough that I could hear the muffled sound of Bryce's
diaper from where I was sitting.
The best part of it all was that Tony even pulled Bryce's shorts
down and fully exposed his diaper, which the hypnotist didn't intend
for him to do as part of the act. It was easily visible to the audience
that Bryce's "underwear" was more substantial than just a layer of
cotton. I could hear people saying, "looks like he's got a diaper on."
"He does," Gina said to the people close by who mentioned this.
"He's my brother."
Even the hypnotist made mention of Bryce's diaper.
"Whoa, ever heard of potty training, kid?" the hypnotist said as
he pointed out Bryce's diaper. "Now folks, just a little reminder. If
you come up here, please, please-- dear God, please-- do have underwear
of some sort on. And please, make sure it's clean, unless you're
wearing a diaper like Bryce does here, then it doesn't really matter."
I could hardly contain myself. I was wetting my own diaper since
I was laughing so hard watching the hypnotist make a complete ass out
of Tony and Bryce. I had to wonder if either Tony or Bryce had any idea
in the world just exactly what the hell they were doing at this very
moment. The hypnotist continued with his little shtick on wearing
underwear for participating in his act.
"So once again, have some underwear on. Briefs, boxers, diapers,
it doesn't matter, just cover your behind. That means no thongs,
otherwise known as butt floss-- especially you guys who wear them. I
don't know about you, but I don't want to be showing any naked butts up
here. There are other types of shows for that sort of thing, but this
ain't one of them. Well, maybe some of you can come up here without
underwear. I'll keep that in mind when I select participants for my
next show."
At the end of the show all the participants were snapped out of
their hypnotic states. Each of them was caught in a very compromising
act when they came to the realization of what they were doing
beforehand. Tony and Bryce couldn't believe what they were said to have
done.
"You pulled Bryce's shorts down and everyone could see his
diaper!" I told Tony.
"Shit, you serious?" he said.
"Oh my God! Everyone saw my diaper?" Bryce exclaimed.
"Oh yes, they were all laughing and thought it was cute. He made
all sorts of jokes about it."
"Shit!" Bryce exclaimed. "I don't believe it!"
"You will when you see the video," Lisa said.
"Video?" I asked.
"Yeah, you can buy a video of this show and have it sent to us
later on," Lisa said. I asked her how much it would be.
"$15.95," she said. "Plus three dollars for shipping."
I agreed to pay for half of it, but for once in her life, Lisa
was being generous and said she'd buy the video. I couldn't wait to see
it.
At this time we were ready to go home. Before we left we stopped
for some drinks and some ice cream. On the way home Tony and I
tabulated our sightings-- two confirmed diaper boys, one diaper-boy
hopeful, one late trainer, one pants-wetter and one potential pants-
wetter. It was quite a fun night indeed.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 95
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Since we got home at 12:30 AM after going to the fair, Mom
decided to let us sleep a little-- a little-- before waking us up to
help her and Dad set things up for the yard sale that was set for
today. They had most of everything ready by 7:00 A.M. At 8:00 she woke
us all up to come out and help her. All of us had a few things of our
own that we wanted to sell. I had a few tapes and CDs I didn't want
anymore as well as some books. I had some toys that I didn't mind
parting with, but some of them brought me such fond memories that I
couldn't possibly part with them and commit such a heinous crime. They
were fun toys, too fun to be worth interrupting my play by getting up
and using the toilet. My Lego collection was always a good excuse for
pooping in my underpants. I would often put several pairs on at a time
just so I wouldn't have to get up and use the damn toilet. Of course
this didn't last too long and soon I was in real diapers anyway and
playing with my Legos. The Legos were staying.
Cindy and Lisa got dressed and they each gave themselves a
minimal once-over before going outside. All I did was get out of my
crib and run a brush through my hair. I was in wet and dirty diapers
and a T-shirt as I helped Mom and Dad haul some more stuff out from the
garage and Dad's workshop. There were a few ambitious early shoppers
out and about at that time, some of them with their kids, mostly girls
with the older kids. Some of them had seen me roaming the neighborhood
in my diapers and they knew who I was. Others had seen me, but never
knew who the "diaper boy" was until they came to our house. Others
didn't live around here and were quite surprised to see a twelve-year-
old boy in diapers, and impressively thick diapers at that. Most were
at least somewhat surprised to see that I was almost always in diapers,
no matter where, no matter what.
Most people were staring at me or at least sneaking glances when
they could. They were likely curious why I was wearing diapers, but
most of them didn't say anything to me, my parents or sisters about me
wearing diapers. Still, there were a few who couldn't resist asking.
"Excuse me, but is that boy your son?" one lady asked my mother.
Her two daughters both gazed at me, suppressing their giggles and
whispering in each other's ears while pointing at me.
"Yes, he is," my mother replied.
"Isn't he a little old to be wearing diapers?" she asked.
"Most people would say he is, but if you knew my son, you'd
understand," my mother said.
"He looks like he's almost a teenager!" the lady said. "
"He is, almost; he's twelve," my Mom replied.
"So why is he in diapers?"
"He's not toilet trained anymore," my Mom replied bluntly.
"Okay," the lady said hesitantly as she handed my Mom a set of
dishes that she wanted to get. She then started looking at some other
stuff. Meanwhile, my diapered presence attracted the attention of her
two daughters, one who looked to be about six and the other, about nine
or ten. They both came up to me and the younger one said, "You're
wearing diapers!"
"Diapers? Diapers? Oh, these things!" I said as I looked down and
pointed to my diapers. The girls giggled.
"Are you a big baby?" she asked me.
"Sometimes," I said. "I'm just a boy who loves to wear diapers."
"How old are you?" she asked.
"Twelve," I replied. Both girls looked at each other with
astonishment.
"Are you potty trained?" she asked.
"I used to be, but not anymore," I replied. The attention the
girls were giving me was making me hard.
"So, who changes your diapers?" the other girl asked.
"They do," I said, pointing to my sisters. "The blonde one does
most of them now," I added, referring to Cindy. "They're my sisters."
"Why aren't you potty trained anymore?" the younger one asked me
again.
"Because I'd rather wear diapers," I replied.
"Are diapers hard to change?" the older girl asked.
"Mine are," I said. I pulled down my plastic pants and showed her
all the pins.
"See all those pins?" I pointed out to her.
"Yeah," she said. She looked at the dense concentration of diaper
pins running up my side.
"I have several more diapers on underneath this one and they're
all pinned up just like this," I said.
"Oh my," the girl said. "I hope I don't have to do all that," she
said. "My Mom's gonna have a baby and she says that we'll have to
change diapers."
"She'll probably use disposable diapers," I said to the girls.
"They're a lot easier to change."
"So why do you wear those?" the girl asked.
"Because I can wear these thicker and they're harder to get off;
there's lots of reasons I like these diapers."
"I thought only babies wore diapers," the younger one said.
"That's what a lot of people think," I said. "But a lot of older
boys like me wear diapers, too," I said, ensuring that my emphasis was
placed on the word "boys."
"Does your Mom know if she's having a boy or a girl?" I asked the
girls.
"My Mom thinks it's gonna be a boy, so we'll have a little
brother if it is."
"Little brothers are fun," I said. "Just ask my sisters. Oh, and
if it is a boy, tell your Mom don't bother potty training him and keep
him in diapers."
"Why's that?" the older girl asked.
"Because boys are harder to toilet train than girls and I don't
think we boys should be forced to give up our diapers."
"Is that why you're wearing them?"
"Damn right," I thought to myself, but being that one of the
girls only looked to be kindergarten age, I just said, "Yep, because
I'm a diaper boy."
"Girls, come on, let's go!" their mother summoned. Without saying
goodbye to me or anything, the girls left, looking behind them a couple
more times before I disappeared from their view. They would likely
remember me for a long time, even if they did have a brother who would
probably end up being toilet trained.
Cindy then came over to me and told me that she would change my
diapers. I went into the house with her and let her go to work on
removing my wet and smelly diapers. I wanted to wear my cloth diapers
and show them off to all the people who would come to the yard sale.
Maybe I could sell a few boys on the idea of wearing diapers. Cindy
pulled out a disposable diaper from the package of diapers that I
picked up last night.
"Can I wear my cloth diapers like I usually do?" I asked her.
"Mom thinks you should have your shorts on while you're out
there," Cindy said. "A lot of the people were looking at you funny."
"Aww, come on, most of them are just from around here," I said.
"They've all seen me riding up and down the street in my diapers."
"I know, but a lot of them are just passing through."
"It's not like they know Mom and Dad," I said.
"Chris, just wear your shorts today, okay?" Cindy said.
"What do you care?" I said. "I thought you always thought I
looked cute in diapers."
"If I had it my way, little brother, yes, but I'm just doing what
Mom told me," Cindy said. With this, I let Cindy proceed with my diaper
change and she put the disposable diaper on me. I wasn't ready to put
on my shorts just yet, though. I was hungry and decided to eat some
cereal before going back out to the front yard, with my shorts on.
I looked around at some of the offerings that were being sold at
our yard sale. There were things I didn't even know we had. Other
things I knew Mom and Dad had held onto forever. On one table I saw the
baby items that I tried to find the other night when I wanted to use a
baby bottle again. Last spring Lisa and Cindy had Tony and me drink out
of baby bottles while Mom and Dad were gone one night. I had also
sneaked baby bottles a couple of times in between, but Mom must have
found them in my room since they had been washed and were being put up
for sale. Or so she thought.
All of the baby items being sold had belonged to me since my
sisters' baby stuff (pink girlish crap) was sold at our last yard sale,
which was about ten years ago. There were three baby bottles, a couple
of bibs, a rattle and other baby toys. There were also several books,
including the stories my Dad read to me and several books on potty
training, three of them specifically devoted to potty training boys.
Obviously these books did not help to fulfill the purpose for which
they were originally purchased.
The baby bottles gleamed in the early morning sun, refracting the
rays through their clear plastic cylinders. They were freshly cleaned
and almost good as new, in fact. I wanted to at least get a hold of
those bottles and I was determined to do so. I also wanted to take the
other baby things and sneak them into my room without Mom, Dad or my
sisters seeing me. I didn't want to see these symbols of my babyhood to
be sold off to someone else. Dad was out in his shop cleaning it up and
finding a few more things that he wanted to sell. Lisa and Cindy were
going through their old records, tapes and CDs, changing their minds
every couple of seconds on what to keep and what to sell. Mom was busy
helping a couple people. I just knew someone would come along and buy
up all the baby stuff if I didn't grab it first. Now seemed to be a
good time. I took another look around the yard and everyone was minding
their own business. Quickly I picked up the three baby bottles and
stuffed them underneath my shirt. I sneaked around to the side of the
house and went into the garage through the side door. I then sneaked
back into the house and stashed my three baby bottles in my bedroom.
They were safe at last!
I went back out to the yard and acted like nothing had happened.
I could sense the halo of innocence floating above my head. Nobody
seemed to notice or care that I had disappeared. I made my way back
over to the baby items. Now I had my eyes on the rattle. My mind
personified the rattle, especially as it had a diapered teddy bear
decal on it. I could hear it saying, "don't leave me, Chris!" After all
those years being in some dark closet or wherever it was stored, it
seemed that the rattle was glad to see me again.
I looked across the yard. Mom had her back turned and she was
talking to Lisa and Cindy. Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the
rattle, causing its beads to shake loudly enough to get Mom's
attention. She looked over at me and asked me what I was looking at. I
set down the rattle and I picked up one of the story books that Dad had
read to me almost every night.
"I'm looking at some of my old books," I said.
"We're selling them, Chris," Mom said sternly. "What doesn't sell
goes to Goodwill."
"I know, just that, well, I remember Dad reading this one to me,
and I just hate to part with some of these things," I said. Mom came
walking over to me.
"Sometimes you have to put sentiment aside, Chris," Mom said as
she took the book from my hands and set it back on the table. "Just
because you remember using something doesn't mean you should hold onto
it forever."
I gave Mom this pleading look and she could see it in my eyes.
She managed to give in.
"All right, Chris, if that book really means that much to you,
you can have it, but that's it."
"Thanks, Mom!" I said. She then turned her back and went back
over to Lisa and Cindy. I quickly went through the other books and
picked out a few more must-haves. While I still had the chance I slowly
picked up the rattle and stuffed it into my diaper, hoping the thick
diaper would muffle the rattling sound.
I walked slowly to keep the rattle's beads from shaking around
too much. The feel of the rattle pressing up against my dick made it
get hard again. Mom saw me take my books into the house and she noticed
that I was walking funny.
"You need to be changed already, Chris?" she asked me.
"No, Cindy just changed me," I said.
"You're walking like you overfilled your diaper," Mom said.
"You can't overfill Thickies," I said.
"Tony can," Lisa said. You should have seen his diaper yesterday,
Cindy."
Lisa then told Cindy about me changing Tony's diaper in the back
seat of her car yesterday on the way to the fair.
"I don't know what we would have done had I not left that plastic
bag out there in my car," she said. "I wasn't too happy about having
dirty diapers in my car."
"Then I suppose I can never ride with you again," I said to Lisa.
"I meant dirty diapers that aren't on your butt, or Tony's butt,
or whoever's butt. Oh, and you still owe me a cleaning of my back seat,
Chris," Lisa added, reminding me of what I agreed to do.
"Can I do it later?" I asked her, hoping that if I put it off
long enough I wouldn't have to do it at all.
"Okay, when I come home from work, you'd better do it then," Lisa
said.
I asked Mom if she and the girls could watch the yard sale.
"Sure, Chris, go read your book," Mom said, knowing that this was
why I wanted to go back in the house. My sisters, of course, knew what
my other intentions were.
"Chris hasn't had his morning quickie yet," Lisa said, which was
followed by a mild scolding from Mom.
"It's not like it's a secret around here anymore," Lisa said. "We
all know what Chris does in his diapers besides pee and poop in them."
"Well, that's his business, Lisa," I heard Mom say as I shut the
front door and trotted into my room, shaking the rattle as I ran. I
stripped off my shorts, letting the rattle fall out of them. I then
picked up the rattle and took it with me as I returned to my crib and
lay there. I was too tired last night to masturbate and I had spent all
I had for that day when I super-diapered Steven and then Derek in cloth
diapers.
I wasn't used to masturbating in a disposable diaper. It felt
much different since I usually couldn't even feel my dick with my hands
through all my cloth diapers. The disposable diaper also crinkled more
than my plastic pants did. It wasn't easy to feel my hard-on through
the disposable diaper since it was plenty thick by itself, but at least
I could feel that it was there. While I jacked off I thought about the
two girls who were looking at me in my diapers earlier this morning.
The rattle's beads shook along with the crib as I masturbated. In
minutes I was coming in my diaper. I gripped my penis as tightly as I
could through the Thickies disposable diaper and extracted as much
semen as I had energy for. I was surprised I had recharged myself by
this much after how much I jacked off the day before.
Having exerted a great deal of energy, I rested and read the book
that I managed to talk Mom into letting me keep (not that she knew
about the others I took). After I read through the book I decided to
put one of my bottles to use. I took it out to the kitchen with me and
gave it and the nipple a good, thorough washing just to be sure. Lisa
then came into the house and she headed straight for the kitchen.
Before I had a chance to hide it, Lisa saw me with the baby bottle.
"Chris!" she said. "Where did you get that baby bottle?"
I pointed towards the front yard, figuring there was no point
trying to make up a lie about it.
"I should have known," Lisa said. "I should have known."
Lisa then went into the bathroom and started getting ready for
work. It didn't seem to be any big deal to her that I was drinking from
a baby bottle. If anything, it seemed to satisfy her expectations of
me. I went ahead and filled it with orange juice and then took it into
the living room with me where I worked on the computer. I needed to
enter yesterday's diaper-y entry, which would be very lengthy and
detailed given all the diaper-related events that happened between
Derek's house, at the mall and then at the fair. In writing the entry
with such graphic details about diapering Steven and Derek, it made me
wish I had saved my morning milking for now; I could feel my dick
trying to get hard again after the workout that I just gave it. I hid
the baby bottle behind the monitor in case Mom or Dad walked in.
I was still typing out the part about diapering Derek when Lisa
got herself showered and dressed for work. Of course she had to read
over my shoulder while I was typing.
"Oooh, I never knew you thought about such things, Chris!" Lisa
said sarcastically.
"Get lost," I said as I shut off the monitor.
"Only because I have to be to work will I get lost," Lisa said. I
spent the next hour writing yesterday's diaper-y entry and sucking down
the orange juice from my baby bottle. Mom then came into the house. By
then the bottle was empty, so I just tossed it behind the monitor.
"How's the yard sale going?" I asked Mom.
"It's going well," she replied. "We're selling a lot of stuff. At
least we're getting rid of it."
"That's good," I said.
"There are some things we *could* have sold, though," Mom said,
changing the tone of her voice. I was thinking she was referring to the
book, so I said, "I'll put the book back out there if you want me to."
"No, that's not what I'm talking about," Mom said. She knew I had
swiped the baby bottles and the pacifier. I confessed to taking them.
"I'm sorry," I said to Mom. "I can put them back."
"No, Chris, keep them, they're yours," Mom said.
I was surprised. I said, "really?"
"No use fighting it," Mom said. "Just like there was no use
fighting your desire to wear diapers."
"Thanks," I said to Mom.
"Do you really like to drink from bottles and use things like
pacifiers and rattles, too?" Mom asked me.
"Sometimes," I said. "I sometimes wish I could be, well, you
know, babied. Just sometimes, not all the time, like the diapers. You
don't mind, do you?" I asked Mom.
"I guess I don't really see why it would hurt, but it's something
you may want to think about some more."
"Maybe you'll come to accept it, just like you did when you
couldn't get me to stop wearing diapers," I told Mom.
"Maybe so," Mom replied. "I'd just feel kind of funny treating
you like a total baby, Chris. I mean, you're already three-fourths the
way there by wearing diapers, so maybe it's to be expected that you
would desire such treatment."
Mom then went into the bathroom. I sat there and pondered for a
moment what Mom was thinking. It seemed that she reluctantly accepted
the fact that I exhibited some infantile behavior beyond wearing
diapers. At least she didn't try to take this away from me. Mom went
back out to the yard sale and I resumed my writing. I finished my
diaper-y entry and worked on part of a diaper story before Cindy came
in and asked me to take over for her so she could take a break. Rather
than lose my writing momentum, I took a notebook outside with me and
continued writing my story in between helping people at the yard sale.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 96
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By mid-morning there were several people ambling about throughout
the yard looking at all the stuff we were hoping to sell off and get
rid of. Some of my toys had been sold as well as my books and tapes and
CD's. So far I had made eighteen dollars from the sale of my stuff. I
planned to put all the money that I earned from the yard sale into the
D.B.A. club's fund.
After the rush dissipated, Derek, Steven and Jennie came over to
check things out at our yard sale. Both the boys were super-diapered
and their shirts were pinned to their diapers. She had pinned their
shirts at the bottom of their shirttails so that the diapers would get
maximum exposure. Jennie, of course, was in her usual scanty summertime
attire. There were still a few people rummaging through the offerings.
They were clearly distracted by the sight of two conspicuously diapered
boys.
"I don't know if you guys should have come over here in your
diapers," Jennie said, noticing that the other people were looking at
her and her brothers.
"Not that we have a choice," Derek said with a smile, pointing to
the huge mass of cloth pinned around his loins. "I can't wear any
shorts over these diapers."
"I know," Jennie said with a smile as she tugged at his shirt and
tried to pull it up, knowing that it would stay in place by the dozen
or so pins that she stuck along the back of his diapers. "That's just
one of the reasons I put so many diapers on you two boys," she said.
"My sisters are a bad influence, aren't they?" I said to Jennie
as a joke. She agreed and giggled at this remark.
Derek asked me what all we were selling, so I showed him some of
my stuff as most of the other things we were selling would be of no
interest to him. I showed him the remaining supply of books, videos,
tapes and CDs. He picked up a couple Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
videos and then took them over to Jennie.
"I want these!" he said as h jumped up and down excitedly. The
weight and volume of his multiple diapers caused his butt to bounce
even more protuberantly. His shirt had enough slack between the
shirttail and the tension of the ring of pins around him to withstand
the force exerted upon it.
"You have no money," Jennie told him. "Put them back."
"I do, too!" Derek said. "It's in my piggy bank."
"Well, then you have no pockets," Jennie told him as an
additional reminder of his being in only diapers and a shirt.
"Then I'll go get my piggy bank," he said.
"I thought you were saving for a new bike," Jennie told him.
"I can't have a bike now since I am in diapers all the time," he
said. "I can't go out riding it."
"Yeah you can," I said. "I do it all the time."
"Doesn't everyone look at you?" Derek asked.
"Of course, but that's their problem," I said. "Besides, most the
people who live around here have seen me riding around in my diapers,
anyway."
Derek was looking at the videos again and was having second
thoughts about buying them."
"You can spend your money on other things," Jennie said. With
this, she talked Derek out of buying the videos and he put them back,
heaving a disappointed sigh. As he let out his sigh I could see the
tension from the diaper pins pulling on his shirt increase as his
diapers descended about half an inch.
"If they don't sell, you can always borrow them from Chris,"
Jennie said.
"Actually, Mom's hauling off everything that doesn't sell to
Goodwill," I told Jennie. "That's why I sneaked my old baby bottles
into my bedroom, before they got sold or taken away."
Jennie smiled at me.
"You like being babied, don't you?" she said to me. I nodded
silently with an embarrassed smile. I knew that Jennie enjoyed babying
her two brothers and she was wanting to baby me, too.
"Can you come over later?" she asked me.
"Well, if you mean later, as in another day, yeah," I said.
"Think about it, the only time I ever could come over is later, since I
can't come over earlier."
"Oh yeah, I guess you're right," Jennie said with a little
chuckle before smacking my diapered butt. "You can't come over today?"
she asked.
"Probably not. We're going to the fair after the yard sale."
"Again? You just went last night, didn't you?" Jennie asked.
"Yeah, but this time I'm going with my parents and we're meeting
my aunt and uncle there. They're gonna wanna look at all the arts and
crafts and animals and shit," I said.
"You see plenty of shit when you look at the animals, all right,"
Jennie said. I laughed as she mentioned this.
"You change enough diapers that the sight and smell of shit
shouldn't bother you," I said. Jennie agreed with this and she laughed
again.
"I just want to go on the rides and play the games and look for
diapered boy butts," I said. "If I want to see animals I'll go out to
my aunt's and uncle's place."
"Mom only let us go on a couple rides when we went a couple days
ago," Jennie said. "And she tells us not to play the games since
they're a waste of money."
I spent the next few minutes talking to Jennie and telling her
about all the boys I saw at the fair last night, either wearing
diapers, wetting their pants, or wanting to wear diapers.
"It must be your aura," Jennie told me. "You must have a way of
attracting boys who are like you." I had to agree with this and it
seemed to make the most sense to me.
"I think there are more boys who wear diapers than most people
think," I said. "I just happen to look for these sorts of things and I
tend to notice them more."
"You would," Jennie said. "I think Derek spent half his time at
the fair looking at other boys' butts to see if any of them had diapers
on."
"Sounds like Tony and me," I said.
Meanwhile, Derek and Steven had been busy looking at our old
Nintendo game system, complete with several game cartridges. They were
oblivious to the people, kids and adults, who were staring at them and
commenting on how they were in diapers, and big, thick diapers, at
that. It made me wish I were showing my diapers off, too. It surprised
me that the Nintendo hadn't sold yet, but then maybe everyone else had
done what we did and upgraded to a Super Nintendo and had an old
Nintendo sitting around collecting dust.
"I wanna get this!" Derek said.
"Let's go ask Mommy!" Steven said.
"Yeah, maybe she'll buy it for us!" Derek said. He came up to me
and told me that he was going to run home and ask his Mom if she'd buy
the old Nintendo for him and Steven.
"Mom's not going to buy it, so forget it, boys," Jennie said.
"You never know," Derek said. "Be right back, I hope," he said. I
watched Derek's and Steven's big, diapered behinds call attention to
themselves as they ran back over to their house, or at least tried to
run, though they mostly waddled from their diapers. Jennie followed
them, having no trouble catching up to the immoderately diapered boys
with her tall, free-moving slender legs moving her along, her short
shorts being no impediment to her movement.
I ran over to Mom and told her that Derek was going to ask his
Mom about buying the Nintendo.
"That's nice," Mom said. "That way you can still go over there
and play it." I didn't know if Mom meant this in a good way or not. I
missed playing some of the games on it even though I mastered most of
them, but I wouldn't have minded if someone else bought it or if it
went to Goodwill. Besides, I had plenty of games on the computer,
anyway.
To my surprise, Derek's mother came over to the yard sale a few
minutes later. Derek and Steven were both with her. She didn't seem to
mind having people look at her two sons in diapers and didn't mind that
they came out of the house like this. In fact, she was more surprised
that I was wearing shorts.
"You mean, you're not running around in just your diapers like
you usually do?" she asked me.
"My Mom didn't want me to go around in diapers while doing the
yard sale," I explained. I figured it probably had to do with the fact
that I was twelve years old and just past the halfway point towards
turning thirteen.
"Besides, I'm wearing a disposable, and if I'm going to show off
my diapers, I'm going to go all the way."
"I see," his mother said. She then turned her attention towards
her boys.
"How badly do you boys really want this?" she asked them.
"We really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
really, really want it!" Derek said. He was jumping up and down again,
demonstrating the tight hold that the pins in his shirt and his diapers
had.
"Hmmm, nine 'reallys' isn't enough to convince me that you boys
want it," their mother said. "You have to promise me two things."
"So, you're gonna get it?" Derek asked as his eyes were wide
open. He was probably wetting his diapers about now because he was so
excited, but there was no way to tell since Jennie had him so heavily
diapered.
"You must promise me two things before I get it," she said again.
"One, I want you and Steven to keep your rooms clean."
"Okay," Derek said, confident that he could uphold this promise.
That almost sounded too easy, so I was concerned that the second
promise wouldn't be as easy. What if she were to say, "I want you boys
to stop wearing diapers and use the toilet." I prayed that this would
not be the second promise, especially when she mentioned that it
applied to Derek.
"I want you to get at least a B in all your school subjects this
year," his mother said. "And come to me if you are having any trouble
with any of your schoolwork."
"Okay," Derek said.
"So, you understand that this is a promise?" his mother said.
"Yes," Derek said. With this, his mother handed over sixty
dollars, the amount that my mother was asking for the Nintendo and the
game cartridges. Since she was our neighbor, Mom decided to knock $20
off of the price.
"Here, you'll need this for disposable diapers for Derek when he
goes back to school," Mom said as she returned one of the twenties to
Derek's mom. My mom practically gave the Nintendo away at this price.
At least Derek and Steven were happy, though.
"Yeeeayy!!" Derek and Steven both shouted as they danced around,
drawing more attention from some people who were rummaging through a
nearby box of stuff.
"Thank you, Mom!" Derek said as he hugged her. "I love you."
Derek's mother could see that I had a relieved look on my face,
so she asked me what this was all about.
"I thought you were going to make Derek and Steven promise you to
give up their diapers."
"No, no, no. I know it would be a losing battle if I did that,"
Derek's mother said with a sigh. She was right, too. I would have done
everything in my power to ensure that this wouldn't happen if such a
condition had to be met.
"Wanna come help us set it up?" Derek asked as he carried the
game console and the controllers, which were dangling over his diapered
front. I looked at Mom and asked her if I could go over to Derek's
house.
"Actually, Chris, I need you to cover for me while I go pick up
some lunch," she said.
"Can Cindy come out here?" I asked.
"She's going with me," Mom said. "She needs to pick up a couple
more things for school."
"Sorry, looks like I gotta watch the yard sale," I told Derek
glumly as I shrugged.
"That's all right," Derek said. "We can probably figure it out."
"See you, guys, I'll come check on you later to see if you got it
set up," I said. Again I enjoyed watching Derek and his brother going
back to their house and waddling in their thick diapers. They were
trying to run since they couldn't wait to start playing their new game
system.
Mom and Cindy had left to pick up some sandwiches at Subway,
leaving me alone to watch the yard sale. By this time it was high noon,
the temperature was getting warmer, and the amount of people stopping
by at the yard sale was starting to dwindle down. I went back to
writing more of my story for a few minutes, using my notebook so that I
could transcribe it to the computer later on (made me wish I had one of
those laptop computers). The mailman then showed up a few minutes
later, so I decided to grab the mail and bring it into the house.
I was expecting to see the usual batch of junk mail and bills,
all for Mom and Dad to deal with, and of course this was most of what
there was. I was surprised to see that there were three items for me.
One was the monthly newsletter from CKM Products, which was pretty much
an advertisement. The second item was the first D.B.A. club newsletter,
which I looked forward to reading. The third item was a letter from
Ricky, my cousin Darren's deaf friend whom I got to meet when I was in
Seattle earlier this summer.
"Damn! I told him that I was going to write to him!" I said to
myself, realizing that I had forgotten to do this all summer long. I
had lots to tell him, that's for sure. I was glad to see that at least
he remembered to write, so it was my obligation to reciprocate. I took
the rest of the mail into the house and then I went back outside with
the newsletters and Ricky's letter, the latter of which I decided to
read first. I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter and read
it:
Dear Chris,
Hi! How have you been? I have had a lot of fun this summer. What are
all the fun things that you got to do? Darren and I had lots of
sleepovers together and we've spent just about our entire summer in
just our diapers. We really like wearing diapers and we think they're a
lot of fun to wear. I like how Darren looks in his diapers. Don't tell
him this, but I think diapers make his butt look cute, he he he. I
think he knows it anyway since he likes to look at me in diapers and
tries to stand behind me as much as he can so he can see my butt. We
change each other a lot. We took some pictures of each other in our
diapers and I sent some to you. I hope you like them.
I stopped reading for a moment and looked at the photos that
Ricky had enclosed. There were twelve photos in all. Five of them were
pictures of Ricky. It was obvious that the pictures were taken to show
off their diapers since Ricky was bending over or spreading his legs in
most of the pictures. Four of the pictures showed Darren, and three of
them showed both Darren and Ricky together, one from the front, one
from the rear and one with them sitting with their crotches open. I got
hard looking at the pictures, especially seeing where Ricky had loaded
his diaper in one of the rear shots. There wasn't anybody at the yard
sale, so I stuck my hand down in my shorts and rubbed my dick through
my diaper. It was wet now and I enjoyed the feeling of the soaked
material around my dick. I kept this up for a couple minutes, not to
achieve ejaculation, but just to take the edge off of the arousal
tension. A couple of people then walked up, so I stopped playing with
myself and went back to reading while glancing up every now and then to
see if the people needed any help.
How is school going? Have you started yet? I had to start a week
earlier than Darren. I now go to a special school for kids like me who
have cerebral palsy and other problems. I like it there better than the
regular school. One of my friends there is Paul. He wears diapers like
I do. In fact, all of us wear diapers. I wish Darren could come to my
school since the kids wouldn't laugh at him for wearing diapers here
like they do at his school. He's learned to ignore them, and he still
has Tim, Kevin and John at his school to wear diapers with him. Yes,
John, too! Remember how his parents didn't let him wear diapers before?
Well, his sister Karen caught him and told on him, and the rest is
history and now he gets to wear diapers, too! I'm sure Darren will tell
you all about it next time he sees you.
Some of us can "come" in our diapers now. I'm sure you know what that
is, he he. Mom says that it's something that all boys like to do, but
she tells me that I have to do it when I am alone. I do it with Darren
all the time. It feels real good and I think it's why I like to wear
diapers, even though I have to wear them anyway.
Ricky went on for a couple more paragraphs telling me about how
wearing diapers gave him hard-ons. I was getting hard again myself as I
read about Ricky's discovery of diaper masturbation and how he and
Darren would rub each other's diapers until they both came. The fact
that Darren's friend John also got caught and got put into diapers also
excited me and further lowered my inhibitions. The people weren't
looking, so I slipped my hand back down into my diaper and rubbed
myself some more. I became quite engrossed as I looked at the pictures
and re-read these parts of Ricky's letter. Suddenly, the couple turned
towards me, carrying a set of coasters that I don't think Mom and Dad
ever used except when Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank visited, as they were
the ones who gave my parents the set one Christmas.
Quickly I pulled my hand out of my shorts and I set the letter
and photographs aside. Out of habit I smelled my hand after handling my
genitals, My hand stunk of pee, residual poop and other odors as
expected, but I didn't think the couple noticed, at least they hoped
they didn't. The couple came up to me and asked if I would allow them
to take the coaster set for $2.00 instead of the $3.00 for which it was
marked. I realized that Mom hadn't told me what to do if anyone wanted
to negotiate. I figured since Mom wanted to get rid of everything she
wouldn't mind if I let some things go for less than what they were
marked for. The man handed me a five dollar bill and I gave him back
three dollars. If only he knew where my hand had just been before I
handed him his change.
I went back to reading the letter:
Darren told me that you made it into the ads for the Thickies diapers.
Congratulations! When do you think you will be in the magazines? I saw
your picture at the store where my Mom buys my diapers. I hope you
won't be embarrassed if I tell you that I think you look cute in your
diapers, too. I like to tell the kids at my school that I have met the
boy who is modeling the Thickies diapers. Some of them don't believe
me. I asked them if I could have the poster when they're done with it
and they said they'd give me a call.
Oh, and Darren and me just joined a D.B.A. club that someone started
here in our neighborhood in Bellevue. It's a really neat club. We all
can talk about wearing diapers and how fun they are. We have a total of
ten members now. Darren says you're running a club there, too. How many
members do you have? What are the things that your club has done
together? A lot of the kids are learning sign language from having to
talk to me. This allows us to talk about diapers in public since most
people don't know what we're really "saying", he he.
I know you are probably busy, so don't rush to write me back. I look
forward to seeing your letter when you do write back.
Your friend (in diapers, as always)
Ricky
Ricky's letter was quite long (I abbreviated it for inclusion
here), so I knew it would take me awhile to write a reply to send back.
I re-read a couple more parts and then I moved on to the D.B.A. club
newsletter. It was the club's first issue. It mostly contained stories
about how some people started their clubs and how they found their
members. Each club's Director sent in his story to describe how he got
into wearing diapers. My story made it in there, fortunately. It was
fun reading about other boys' accounts of how they became diaper
wearers and diaper lovers. There was nobody looking around at the yard
sale, so I went back to playing with myself some more. At this rate I
would eventually come, though I would have rather done it the way I
liked doing it best, which was to be in cloth diapers, no shorts, and
have a very wet and messy set of diapers on.
Best of all was that the newsletter included some photographs of
some of the boys in their diapers. At the back of the newsletter was a
listing of all the Director-led clubs and their members. Ours was
listed, with my name and Tony's in bold letters, indicating that we
were the Directors of our group. Others had their names isted
individually, having no meetings or Directors in their area or choosing
not to participate at this level. Several cities were represented,
including one in eastern Idaho and one in northern Idaho where
Directors were running club meetings. Each club unit had at least six
members; some had over thirty! I couldn't wait to see how big the
roster would get once the availability of Thickies diapers spread
eastward throughout the United States and maybe eventually the whole
world, along with awareness of the D.B.A. club.
I was just about to come when I decided to back off instead of
jack off. I felt that I should save it for when I was in some thicker,
wetter and dirtier diapers. With my dick still hard I loaded my diaper
full of shit. I felt my balls become coated in poop and I could smell
it all over. My entire butt had poop on it. I did this while a lady
with three of her daughters were looking at the remaining merchandise,
so I couldn't stroke myself with them being there. I must say I was
damn tempted to do it, especially while thinking about taking a shit in
my diapers with two pre-teen girls and one teenage girl standing about
ten feet away from me, wearing high-cut shorts, just to show off the
fact that they did not have diapers on. I figured I could hold this
thought until after Mom and Cindy came back from getting lunch, at
which time I could go into my room, though it was very difficult to
resist.
I switched to reading the CKM Products flyer, which wasn't nearly
as stimulating as the other two items. While I was reading this I was
beginning to wonder when Mom and Cindy would make it back, seeing that
they had been gone for about a half hour. The newsletter showed
pictures of the back-to-school fashions that were out now. The first
few pages showed kids who were modeling jeans. I enjoyed looking at the
girls' jeans pictures, perhaps because of the way jeans accent the
contours of a girl's rear end and how this clearly shows a lack of
diapers. This is something I have always enjoyed looking at as it
allows me to compare what I like to see boys wearing on their butts
versus girls. The fact that my sisters never had any sort of bulge in
the back of their pants always reminded me of being the only boy in the
family and the only one whose butt stood out because of thick, white
diapers and not tight-fitting blue jeans. It was hard to look at the
boys wearing jeans without imagining what they would look like wearing
diapers instead. Many of them would have looked great modeling the
Thickies diapers.
While I was skimming through the CKM newsletter and
advertisements, Mom and Cindy made it back, and not a moment too soon
as I was getting hungry thinking about the roast beef sandwich I had
coming to me.
"How's business?" Cindy asked me as she handed me my sandwich, my
chips and my drink.
"It's really slowed down," I said.
"That usually happens by the time the afternoon hits," she said.
"It gets too hot for some people to be out."
Before I are my lunch I decided to go inside and wash my hands,
knowing where they had been. I came back out and Cindy and I both sat
there and ate our sandwiches together. Cindy noticed the stack of mail
that I had brought out with me. She picked up the letter that Ricky had
sent me.
"What this?" Cindy asked as she picked it up.
"Oh, that's nothing," I said.
"Hmm, we'll see that it's nothing," she said as she pulled it
away from me before I had a chance to retrieve it back from her..
"Careful! Don't slop your sandwich on it!" I told her.
"Funny that you'd care so much about something you said was
nothing," Cindy said.
"Give it back!" I told her. She pulled it away from me. I was
about to swipe it out of her hand, but I didn't want to see Ricky's
letter get torn or crumpled up as I wanted Tony and the other boys in
the club to read it, too. At that point all I could do was sit there
and watch Cindy read it.
"Come on, Cindy, I don't read your mail, do I?"
"What's it matter, Chris?" Cindy said. "What could you possibly
hide from us anymore? We all know what goes on in your diaper-crazed
head!"
Cindy read the first couple paragraphs and skipped to the bottom,
skipping over the really nasty parts about Ricky and Darren jacking
each other off, fortunately. She read Ricky's name at the end and asked
me who he is.
"He's Darren's friend, I met him when we were in Seattle over
spring vacation," I told her.
"That's good that he keeps in touch with you," Cindy said as she
handed me the letter. "From what I read, he keeps in touch with
himself."
"You read that?" I asked Cindy, wondering how she would have done
so after giving the letter a cursory once-over.
"It's all over his letter, Chris," Cindy said. "I mean, the words
he used, not the results of what he did," Cindy said with a smile as
she licked some mayonnaise off of her fingers, just to add to the
imagery of what she was inferring. "Of course, since he probably had
diapers on, I don't think I have anything to worry about there."
Cindy then noticed the pictures that had slipped out of it and
onto the table.
"Oooh, photos, too!" Cindy said. She looked through them one at a
time."
"Careful, you had mayonnaise all over your fingers," I told
Cindy.
"I'm being careful," she said. "I'm just handling the edges�
handling the photos, of course."
Again, there wasn't anything I could do to get them back from her
without risking mutilating the photos. Cindy giggled as she looked at
Ricky's and Darren's prominent diaper poses.
"Nice pictures," she said as she handed them back to me. We then
resumed eating our sandwiches. At that time Nathan and Luke showed up
on their bikes. I was glad to see them, especially after what happened
last time I saw them. I was hoping they'd have some better news
regarding the issue of wearing diapers with their parents.
"Hey guys!" I shouted as I got up. "What's going on?"
"Not much," Luke said. "You guys having a yard sale?"
"No, we just thought we'd bring some of our old stuff out and let
it get some fresh air," I said sarcastically. Luke didn't pick up on
this right away. "Huh?" he said.
"Of course we're having a yard sale, what does it look like?" I
said. "Well, we're having a sale in the yard, but if it were a yard
sale, then we'd be selling the yard."
"Smartass!" Luke said as he smacked me on the shoulder.
"You mean fart-ass," I said. I turned my butt towards Luke and
cut the cheese.
"Wow, I don't think I have seen you in shorts," Luke said. "I can
tell you have a diaper on, still."
"Yeah, it's a disposable, but it's still plenty thick." I pulled
my shorts down and let Luke and Nathan see my diaper. It was bulging
from wetness in the front. I turned around and let them see my butt as
I released another cloud of butt gas into the atmosphere. Both boys
kept staring at my diaper. I had kept my shorts at my knees, but I
decided to take them off completely and stand there at the end of the
driveway in just my visibly used-at-both-ends diaper.
I could tell Nathan had a diaper on since I could see it sticking
above his shorts. Of course I expected him to be wearing one. He was in
a disposable, too, which I assumed was because he was out and about.
Otherwise, he'd probably be in cloth diapers since he preferred them,
too. I then looked at Luke's shorts. Assuming he wasn't wearing
diapers, I expected him to have a hard-on from seeing my diaper. As I
examined his shorts, they looked to be quite filled out, so I hoped
that he came to tell me that he was back to wearing diapers again. His
shirt went down too far for me to see if a diaper was showing above his
waistband.
"So, you wearing a diaper, too?" I asked Luke.
"No," he groaned. "I wish I was, though."
"Well, then what's making your shorts bulge out so much?" I asked
him. Luke lifted his shirt and let me see the multitude of underwear
waistbands that graced his stomach and his middle-to-lower back.
"I used your idea of wearing several underpants at a time, it
works okay, works fine when you're desperate for diapers."
"Better than nothing," I said.
"I'd be wearing more if I were home," he said. "I had to take
most of them off so I could fit my shorts on over them."
"How many are you wearing?" I asked Luke.
"Eight or nine, I think," he answered. I bent down and counted
his waistbands.
"Nine," I said. "How many did you have on before?"
"Shit, twenty maybe, I wasn't counting," he said. "I just keep
putting them on until I can't get any more to fit. I like them as thick
as I can get them."
"Do your parents know?"
"No, I'm doing this because they're out of town for Labor Day."
"Dude, your brother has a whole supply of diapers!" I said. "
Nathan then took his shorts off to show his diaper to me. He, too, was
due for a diaper change.
"I can't get to his diapers," Luke said with his head down.
"How's that?" I asked.
"It's really stupid the way my parents arranged things so that I
can't get to wear diapers. If you come over I'll explain it."
"I can't really go anywhere right now," I said. "After the yard
sale is over we're going to the fair. I think at 3:00 we'll put things
away."
"What time you gonna be back?" Luke asked.
"Maybe three hours," I said. "We're just gonna look at shit, no
rides or nothing."
"So, maybe 8:00 or so?" Luke asked. "Could you come over at that
time?"
"I'm sure I can," I said. "You want Tony to come, too?"
"Sure," Luke said. "Listen, uhh, the reason I came over was to
ask you if maybe you could bring some, you know, some diapers for me to
wear?"
"Absolutely," I said. "Tell you what. I'll ask Tony if I can
sleep over at his house and then we'll both come over from his place."
"Sounds good," Luke said. "Call me if something changes."
"I will," I told him.
"I gotta pee so bad," Luke said. "I wish I had some plastic pants
to wear over my underwear. I'd rather not use the toilet if I can help
it."
"You could always pee on the ground," I said.
"Yeah, but that's almost like using a toilet," Luke said. "I'd
rather pee in a diaper or something like a diaper."
"Let me go grab a pair for you," I said. With this I went into
the house, walking past some yard sale shoppers in my diapers. I took
my shorts with me and I put them away. I then grabbed some plastic
pants for Luke and went back outside. My conspicuous, not to mention
wet diaper caught the attention of the people who were looking at some
of the items. The fact that I was carrying a pair of plastic pants drew
more attention from the onlookers.
"Here you go," I said, handing Luke the plastic pants.
"Thanks," he said. "Can we go to your back yard and do this?"
"Back yard, schmack yard, just do it here," I told him. "Look at
me, look at Nathan, we're standing here in just our diapers."
"Yeah, but, well, you have some people looking at your stuff,"
Luke said, being hesitant to remove his shorts out in the open.
"They're looking at us," I said. "C'mon, you don't know who they
are."
Luke then slowly took off his shorts and revealed in their
entirety the nine pairs of underwear he had on. I could see that there
was a big brown stain in the seat of the outermost pair, indicating
that he had been quite defiant with his expectations to use the toilet.
The people leaving the yard sale stared at us strangely as they left
without buying anything.
"They're gone now," I said. "Put them on."
Luke pulled the plastic pants over his underwear. I tried to find
him a smaller pair that I had outgrown, that is, outgrown because of
the circumference of my diapers as they would have fit me with a more
modest amount of diapering. They were still a tad large for his slender
body, but they would do the job. Luke pulled the plastic pants all the
way up. They went up all the way over his stomach and beyond. Luke
stood there and profusely soaked his underpants. Nine pairs of
underwear was no match for his pee. Immediately the pee soaked through
all the fly fronts and pee was pooling up in his plastic pants.
"Damn, I guess I need to wear more underwear," he said.
"Underwear works fine for pooping, but diapers are made for
absorbing pee, whereas underwear is not," I told him.
"Well, since they're already soaked, might as well fill up the
back half," Luke said. With this he pooped in his underwear. He bent
over in front of me as he released several logs which squished up
against the tight bunches of fabric pulled up into his butt.
"I'd better get home and clean up before my cousin shows up,"
Luke said. He pulled down the plastic pants and drained some of the
excess urine from the crotch and onto the sidewalk.
"Your cousin?" I asked Luke.
"Yeah, he's supposed to drop in every so often to check on Nathan
to see if Nathan needs a diaper change. We left right after he did, but
there's no telling when he'll come back by. Mom gave him all my diapers
so that I couldn't have any available to me. That's why I'm not wearing
diapers now."
"That sucks," I said.
"Tell me about it," Luke said. "We'd better get going. Thanks for
the plastic pants," he said as he and Nathan out their shorts back on.
"Anything to keep a boy from having to use the toilet," I said as
they left.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 97
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After Luke and Nathan left I asked Mom if it was okay for me to
stay over at Tony's house. Mom said this would be okay, so then I
grabbed the cordless phone and called Tony to ask him about sleeping
over tonight.
"Sure," he said without hesitation. After getting a confirmation
from his mother I told him what my plans were regarding Luke and Nathan
and explained what they told me when they stopped by. He agreed that it
would be fun to sneak some diapers over for Luke and help him enjoy
wearing them while he had the chance. After this I helped Cindy and Mom
to pack up some of the yard sale stuff and put it in the garage. Derek
then appeared, still wearing the same diapers he had on this morning.
He was really smelly by now and in need of a diaper change.
"Can you come and help us set up the game?" Derek asked me. I
asked Mom if she would mind me going over to Derek's house.
"I guess," Mom said, seeing that I had put in my share of helping
put things away.
"Remember that we're leaving in about an hour, so don't stay too
long," Mom reminded me as she patted me on the bottom, feeling my messy
diaper.
"Whoa, you need a diaper change there, boy!" Mom said to me.
"Cindy, could you change him, please?"
"Sure, Mom!" she replied, happy to oblige.
"I'm not used to actually being able to tell when his diapers are
dirty with all those cloth diapers you usually put on him," Mom said to
Cindy. She chuckled at this.
"Just put another disposable on him," Mom said to Cindy.
"Remember that we're leaving for the fair shortly."
"Don't you want me to take the dirty one off of him first?" Cindy
asked me mom just to be silly. Mom just sighed and told Cindy to change
my diaper.
"I'll be over in a few minutes," I told Derek.
"Can I come in and watch?" Derek asked. Of course both Cindy and
I felt that it would be okay. We all then went into the house and into
my bedroom. Derek sat on the mattress of my crib while he watched Cindy
take my messy diaper off. She then handed it to Derek and asked him to
dispose of it. My diaper was so big and heavy that Derek had to carry
it with both hands. A moment later he returned while Cindy was still
cleaning my butt. When this job was done she let Derek sprinkle the
powder on me. His eyes were fixed on my dick, erect as it always was
during a diaper change.
"Am I gonna have one that big when I get older?" Derek asked,
referring to my stiff penis.
"Oh yeah, you will," I said. "It'll make wearing diapers ten
times better, too."
"How long until my weenie gets as big as yours?" Derek asked.
"It may be five years, maybe seven years, everyone is different.
I was early," I told him. At this time Cindy pushed my hard penis
upward, pointing it towards my stomach as she wrapped the diaper over
it and taped the diaper shut. When Cindy was done she handed Derek and
I each one of the baby bottles I swiped from the yard sale.
"You got bottles now?" Derek asked me.
"Yeah, I sneaked them from the yard sale, but my Mom still caught
me. She said I could have them anyway."
"That's cool, let's go fill them up and go to my house."
"Okay," I said. I gave Derek's bottle a thorough washing as well
as mine. There was some cherry Kool-Aid in the fridge, so we decided to
use this to fill our bottles. We then walked over to Derek's house.
Their mother was gone for the afternoon spending time with her
boyfriend. Jennie's friend Melanie and her little brother Tyler were
there. Tyler had shorts on and I kept looking at his butt to see if he
had Pull-Ups on underneath, or better yet, a diaper. Melanie could tell
that I was trying to ascertain Tyler's undergarment, so she said, "yes,
Chris, if you must know, he's wearing Pull-Ups."
"Yes, I must know. Thanks for the information. By the way, how's
his toilet training doing?" I asked her.
"Thanks to you boys going around in diapers all the time he
probably won't ever want to give up his diapers," Melanie replied.
"That's the idea!" I thought to myself with a big smile.
"What's with the baby bottles?" Melanie asked us.
"All the better to baby them with!" Jennie explained. Jennie
looked at the bottles and asked where they had come from as she didn't
recognize them.
"They're my old baby bottles," I answered. "I took them from our
yard sale!" Derek laughed as I mentioned this. "My Mom said I could
have them."
Derek then waddled over to Jennie while she sat down in the
chair. Derek then climbed up on her lap and assumed the position while
Jennie stuck the bottle into his mouth and she began feeding him its
contents. The fact that he stunk and needed a diaper change didn't seem
to phase her. She knew her shorts and her thighs were safe from being
contaminated with Derek's pee and poop with all his diapers holding it
in.
"See? He likes to be babied," Jennie explained to her friend.
"Okay, so they wear diapers, they both sleep in cribs, and now
they drink out of baby bottles," Melanie said. "Your brother and his
diaper friend are really weird, you know."
"And proud of it," I said while I lay down on the floor and
kicked my legs in the air, taking a drink from my bottle. Melanie just
sighed and rolled her eyes in disgust.
"I'm gonna go check on Tyler," Melanie said as she got up and
went out to the back yard where he and Steven had been playing. Jennie
went with her to check on Steven. I got back up and asked Derek what
the problem he was having with setting up the Nintendo.
"The screen's all fuzzy," he said in between sips off his bottle.
Meanwhile, I examined the setup and found the problem.
"The TV's gotta be on channel 3," I said. I turned the knob (yes,
a knob, it was an old TV) to channel 3 and the Super Mario Brothers
logo instantly appeared on the screen.
"Wow, you got it working!" Derek said. I handed Derek his
controller and asked him if he knew how to play the game.
"I think I can figure it out," he said. "I'll watch you play."
I started the game and walked my character through the various
obstacles. While playing I asked Derek why it had been so long since
they picked up the game before he tried setting it up.
"Jennie wanted to watch TV," Derek said. "Some stupid girls'
show."
It had been awhile since I had played and I was a little bit
rusty. I could still remember where all the shortcuts and hidden
treasures were, though. I still remembered most of the ins and outs as
they came to mind while playing. It was old hat, or in my case, old
diaper. After I finished the first game Derek wanted to try it, so I
let him take my controller. I coached him and told him where to guide
his character. He was toast before he even got to the end of the first
level.
"I'll get better at it," he said confidently. "One of these days
I'll kick your butt!"
"Better kick it hard," I said as I stuck my disposable diaper-
padded rear end into Derek's face. "You've seen how thick my diapers
can be!" Derek laughed.
"Like mine?" he said as he pointed down at his thick diapers,
causing Mario to walk right off a ledge.
"Use your pause key," I told him. "Of course with us in diapers
you'll probably hardly ever use it."
"Yeah, 'cuz we got DIAPERS on!" Derek said as he started a new
game and moved his knees back and forth excitedly. He then asked me why
I was in a disposable diaper.
"Because we're leaving later and Cindy didn't have time to diaper
me in cloth, only to take it off and put me back into a disposable
again."
"How does it feel wearing a disposable?" Derek asked me.
"I feel naked," I said. "I'm used to wearing a whole thick bunch
of diapers like you got on." Derek always loved it when I acknowledged
his thick diapers and he giggled and pointed out his bulging diapers
again, this time using the pause key and thus keeping Mario alive.
Derek then looked at my diaper.
"I can see your diaper's wet!" he said. The front of it had
expanded with piss as my body processed my 32-ounce drink from Subway.
He ran his hand over it and he rubbed the absorbent gels. I couldn't
help but to get a hard-on when he did this. He felt the tip of my penis
pressing up against the front of my diaper and he giggled.
"Betcha can't tell my diaper's wet and poopy!" Derek said.
"Well, I can tell by smell, but as far as the way your diaper
looks, nope, I can't tell from that. All I see is a bunch of white
diaper cloth," I said. "I wish I had my cloth diapers on."
Derek and I then played the game together, so he got to be Luigi.
The girls had then come back into the house, bringing with them two
mud-covered little boys.
"Derek, Chris, could you give them a bath?" Jennie asked us.
"Sure, just a minute," he said.
"No, right now," she said. I hit the pause key so that we would
not have to quit our game.
"Why do you want us to do it?" Derek asked.
"Because Steven doesn't like it when I give him baths, you know
that," Jennie said. "We're going over to Melanie's to get some clean
clothes for Tyler."
Why Steven didn't mind getting diapered by Jennie, but didn't
want her to give him baths was something I pondered for a moment. The
girls left Derek and I to deal with Steven and Tyler. We escorted them
into the bathroom and helped them get their clothes off. Derek
undressed Steven while I stripped Tyler of his mud-covered shorts,
shirt and leaving him in just his Pull-Ups. I noticed that it was still
unused. I was hoping he would have wet and pooped in it by now.
"Do you need to pee or poop?" I asked him.
"I gotta go potty," he said. He started going towards the toilet.
No!!!
"Hey, hey, don't go near that thing!" I told him. I then put my
hand up to my mouth and said, "it's only for girls!"
"But I hafta go potty!" he said, ignoring my previous comment.
"You got a Pull-Up on," I told him. "Use it."
"My Mom says I hafta use the potty," he said.
"Well, you're Mommy's not here," I said. "Remember all those fun
things I told you about using diapers? See how much fun we big boys
have in diapers?"
A guilty look came over Tyler's face. He hesitated for a moment
and then smiled at me as he stood just before the toilet. Then the
magic began. I could see the front of his Pull-Ups turning yellow and
billowing out from soaking up his wetness. I could hear his pee stream
pouring into the Pull-Ups.
"Good boy!" I said. "I'm proud of you!" Tyler then laughed at me
again. I asked him if he was done peeing.
"Yeah," he said.
"Do you have to poop, too?" I asked him. He shook his head. With
this I pulled off his Pull-Ups. I could see and smell the fresh wetness
that he had put in them. Meanwhile, Derek was busy taking all of
Steven's diapers off and running the bath water. As expected, Steven's
diapers were quite wet and very well used. By the time Steven's last
diaper was off the bath water was drawn. We each helped the two boys
into the water and helped them get clean. I took off my shirt to keep
it from getting wet as did Derek after I helped him with removing the
pins Jennie had stuck into the back side of his diapers where she
attached them to his shirt.
"Wanna get in with us?" Steven asked us.
"I gotta stay dry since I'm leaving soon," I said. Derek still
had his thick bunch of diapers on, too, so he didn't want to get into
the bathtub while wearing them and he didn't want to take them all off,
either. Lastly, there wasn't very much room in the tub for four of us
boys, as fun as it sounded. We spent the next few minutes getting the
two little boys cleaned off from their playing in the mud out back.
After the bath was over it was time to get the boys toweled off
and ready to be dressed again. Derek and I put our shirts back on.
Being that Tyler had no clean clothes and no clean Pull-Ups, this could
only mean one thing, put him in diapers, which was what Derek and I
were planning to do, anyway. Derek and I escorted the two naked boys
into Derek's and Steven's bedroom and told both of them to lie down on
Steven's bed. Derek went to Steven's diaper drawers and pulled one of
them open. He then pulled out one diaper and set it down, then another
one off to the side of the first diaper. Derek then started counting
out the diapers.
"One for Steven, one for Tyler, two for Steven, two for Tyler,
three for Steven..."
Derek stopped when he had two piles of six diapers for each of
the two boys. We each then carried a pile of them and brought them over
to Steven's bed. I powdered Tyler's little balls and he asked me why I
was putting diapers on him.
"Because it's all we have for you to wear here," I said. "That,
and the fact that Derek, Steven and I want you to keep wearing diapers
like the rest of us boys around here and not ever be potty trained.
How's that sound?"
"I think I like diapers better," Tyler said.
"You do?" I said. I then turned my butt to Tyler and said, "You
like this, eh? You like this diaper? You wanna wear these? You wanna
have nice, thick big white diapers on your butt all the time like this
one? Diapers that you can pee and poop in and not have to worry about
some stupid ol' potty covered with girl germs?"
Tyler started chuckling as I started dancing around and slapping
my butt and telling him how much I loved to wear diapers.
"I can pee in my diapers, poop in my diapers, pee and poop in my
diapers any time, any place," I said gleefully. "Been doing it for
almost four years now."
"I only three years old," Tyler said.
"When will you be four?" I asked Tyler.
"Before Santa Claus comes!" he said.
"Like, in December? November?" I asked him. I wasn't sure if he
knew his months yet or had any concept of this sort of thing.
"I think he'll be four in November," Derek said.
"So I've been wearing diapers since before you were even born," I
told Tyler. "So if you like this diaper that I have on now, you're
gonna love what you're about to wear!"
"What am I gonna wear?" Tyler asked me.
"You see Derek over there?" I said. "You see how his diapers
look?"
"Yeah," Tyler replied.
"Remember how I looked yesterday when I had all those diapers on?
Well, that's what your diapers are gonna look like! See how big Derek's
butt looks in them? That's what your butt's gonna look like!"
Derek then stopped for a moment and stuck his butt in Tyler's
face and said, "I have a big white thick diapered BUTT!"
"Good job," I quietly said to Derek.
"I got that from you," he said.
"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I said jokingly. "Keep it up and
do it every time you get a chance."
"My diaper's all poopy! My diaper's all poopy! My diaper's all
poopy!" Derek started singing, making up his own little song.
Meanwhile, we both began diapering the boys. Derek wasn't used to
handling cloth diapers and he was having a hard time putting the
diapers on Steven. He was trying to use several pins like I was doing
with Tyler, but he couldn't get the first diaper to go on tightly.
"I'll help you with that as soon as I finish diapering Tyler," I
said. As I handled the subsequent diapers and all the pins my dick was
really getting big and it was trying to poke through the front of my
disposable diaper. Halfway through my diapering of Tyler I had to turn
around and rub my dick a few times to take the edge off. This gave
Tyler another good look at my diapered butt. I then went back to
diapering Tyler, getting the fourth diaper ready to put on him.
"Come on, Derek!" Steven said. "Have Jennie diaper me!"
"Sorry, I've never done this before," Derek said.
"I'll diaper you," I said to Steven. I showed Derek how to fold
and pin on cloth diapers. He watched me finish with the fourth diaper
as well as put on the fifth and sixth diapers. Of course I added the
ring of safety pins around his waist and connected his diapers to his
shirt. Tyler's crotch was packed solidly with several thick and thirsty
white layers of fabric. I then asked him to get a pair of plastic pants
from Steven's drawer. After Derek handed them to me I put them on
Tyler. I then told him he was done. He got down from the bed and tried
to walk. He waddled so much from having all those diapers on. He even
fell down a couple of times from losing his balance. Luckily he was
well-padded to cushion his fall. His butt really stood out and his legs
were so widely spread apart.
"You like those diapers?" I asked him.
"They feel funny," he said.
"It takes some getting used to," I told him.
"I can't walk," he complained.
"That takes some getting used to, too."
I then helped Derek diaper Steven. I put the first two on and
then told Derek to try his hand at the third diaper. Meanwhile I
decided to check on Tyler. He was waddling as he tried desperately to
walk out of the room. He was out in the hallway and he was moving along
okay, but then he suddenly stopped and said, "uh oh!"
"What's wrong?" I asked him. "Too many diapers for you, eh?
You're just a rookie diaper boy and maybe I shouldn't have used so many
on you."
"I just pooped," he said.
"Well, that is what those diapers are for!" I said to him. "Ain't
no way you'll get to a potty in those diapers I put on you!"
I then went back to check on Derek to make sure he was getting
Steven's diapers on okay. He was doing better and he was getting the
diapers on more tightly.
"Good job," I said. I gave him some more assistance with the
remaining diapers. We then both pinned his diapers to his shirt. I let
Derek do the ones in the back since I knew he enjoyed looking at his
little brother's diapered butt (so did I, but I was being nice and
letting Derek get the maximum enjoyment from diapering his brother) At
about this time Jennie and Melanie came back. They saw Tyler out in the
front room in the thick diapers that I put on him.
"What are you doing in those diapers?" Melanie asked him.
"Chris put them on me," he said. Melanie then came up to me and
asked me why I diapered her brother.
"He didn't have anything to wear," I said.
"What about his Pull-Up?" Melanie asked me.
"He wet in it," I told her.
"You didn't use the potty?" Melanie asked him in a mildly
scolding voice while confronting him and making him feel guilty. Tyler
shook his head.
"Did you know when you had to go?" she asked him. This time he
nodded.
"You're supposed to use the potty!" Melanie said sternly. Tyler
really looked guilty now. He was learning to hate potty training like I
did and I had a feeling that he would more likely end up like me,
especially with the influence he was getting from Derek, Steven and me.
"So why didn't you use the potty?" Melanie pressed for an answer.
"Chris told me to use my Pull-Up, and he said that toilets are
only for girls," Tyler answered. Shit, I was busted now.
"Did you tell him to use his Pull-Up?" Melanie asked me.
"Yeah, I did," I confessed.
"And did you tell him that toilets are for girls?"
"I wouldn't lie to him, now would I?" I said. "I sure wouldn't
want to teach him any bad habits." Melanie just scowled at me.
"You *know* we're trying to get him potty trained!" Melanie said
sharply, as if to be scolding me.
"Yes, and I don't want him to have to go through what I went
through," I stated.
"It doesn't matter what you want, Chris, he's not your brother,
so it's none of your business how we go about toilet training him!"
"It is too my business," I stated firmly.
"Excuse me?" Melanie huffed.
"It's my mission in life to make sure no other boys have to
suffer what I suffered," I stated.
"Really? Do tell, oh great diaper freak," she said sarcastically.
"Certainly," I said. "I just don't understand, why is there such
a big push to get kids potty trained?" I asked her. "Especially boys."
"He's over three and a half, he'll be four in November," Melanie
said.
"Most boys aren't even ready until they're three," I told
Melanie. I had read enough articles on toilet training in parenting
magazines to know this.
"I was in diapers after I was four."
"Why so long?" she asked.
"I didn't want to give up my diapers and my parents were forcing
me to give them up. I hated potty training and my parents made it hell
for me, and I made it hell for them. I just didn't understand why I
wasn't supposed to be wearing diapers anymore."
"Could it be because-- oh, I don't know-- they were tired of
having to buy diapers all the time and deal with you always smelling so
bad? Or maybe they were just tired of changing you and having to look
after you every time you had to pee or poop instead of counting on you
to handle these things on your own. Maybe they were embarrassed to talk
to other parents and explaining that their four-year-old son was still
in diapers and not using the potty like most other boys his age-- yes,
boys! Or maybe because they, like most parents, like to see their kids
grow up and become big boys."
"My parents gave me that 'big boy' crap and it didn't work," I
said, getting increasingly angry at Melanie. "I was never 'ready' to be
potty trained and they should have realized that."
"What did they do to you that was so bad?" Melanie inquired.
"Yelled at me, spanked me, shoved dirty diapers in my face, made
me wash out my dirty training pants, locked me in the bathroom. My dad
even chained me to the toilet once!"
"Well, Chris, you're an extreme case and most boys don't get to
that point nor do their parents," Melanie said. "You obviously wanted
to wear diapers then, and you even more obviously wear diapers now, but
that doesn't mean that other boys should be like you!"
"What is wrong with a boy his age wearing diapers?" I asked
Melanie. I was getting even more irritated now. "Maybe he *is* like me
and wants to wear diapers, too!"
"It's *expected* for kids to use the potty and it's a part of
growing up, just like learning to walk, learning to talk, learning how
to brush your teeth!" Melanie said. "Don't you realize that, Chris?!"
"Do you also see whole shelves of books in the parenting section
of the bookstore devoted to brushing teeth?" I argued. "Most parents
don't have as much trouble teaching these things as they do teaching
their kids how to use the toilet. You don't hear parents bragging about
how little Johnny can brush his teeth all by himself. You don't hear of
parents rewarding their kids for brushing their teeth, do you? Not like
they do for using the potty!"
"Forget it, Chris, you just don't understand," Melanie said.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I diapered Tyler. I just got
carried away."
"I should say so," Melanie said. "Between Tyler, you and Derek
and all those other boys you have recruited into being diaper freaks
like yourself, you're going to bankrupt the world's cotton supply!"
"At least it's getting put to good use," I said.
"You're hopeless, Chris, totally hopeless," Melanie said.
"So I am," I replied. "This is how the world will remember me,
Chris Barrett, the one who sabotaged the toilet training efforts of so
many parents."
"Yeah, and it may be too late now for Tyler," Melanie sighed in
concession. "Yesterday he told me how you were telling him how much you
like to wear diapers and how nice it is to not have to use the potty,
and he talks about how Steven and Derek and you are all wearing
diapers, so much for telling him that big boys don't wear diapers."
"My point exactly," I said. "I get tired of hearing all this 'big
boy' bullshit."
"Don't say that word in front of my brother," Melanie snapped at
me.
"All right, bull-POOP!" I said. "Bull poop, bull poop, bull
poop!"
Jennie then stepped in and moderated.
"Okay guys, let's settle this," she said as she stepped in
between us. "Melanie, you have to realize that Chris and my brothers
all enjoy wearing diapers and there are lots of other boys like them.
I've met some of them at the diaper club meeting that Chris had a
couple weeks ago."
"Okay, fine, I'm not stopping them from wearing diapers. That's
their choice. I just don't like the way they're trying to get *my*
brother to wear diapers, too!"
"You have to admit that he's not been easy to toilet train, even
before he met my brothers," Jennie said, playing devil's advocate to
Melanie. It seemed that Jennie was taking our side in this issue.
"Yeah, but he was just starting to show some promise when he met
your brothers and Chris. Only because Mom escorted him into the
bathroom before we came over did he use the potty at all since
yesterday."
"Why does it matter to you if he uses the potty or not?" Jennie
asked Melanie.
"So, are you taking the boys' side?" Melanie asked her.
"Well, I do know how much they like to wear diapers, so yeah, I
guess I am. What's the worst thing that will happen if your brother
ends up liking to wear diapers?"
Melanie paused for a moment. She really didn't have an answer for
this at first. She then said, "Well, think of what the kids at school
would say to him. He'd be stinking up the house all the time. I don't
know if you noticed it, but your brothers have left an odor all over
your house. There's the laundry, too. I mean, isn't it just easier to
use the toilet?"
"Face it, Melanie, Tyler is going to see Derek and Steven and
sometimes Chris, too, every time you bring him over," Jennie said. "And
they will be in diapers. No pants, just diapers so that you will see
them and Tyler will see them. There's no hiding it from him. He likes
coming over here, so you can't just leave him home."
"He likes coming over here to see Derek and Steven and Chris in
diapers," Melanie said.
"So what if he does end up wanting to wear diapers like them? It
doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother Chris' sisters, it doesn't bother
any of his other friends' sisters. You'll get used to it."
"I guess I would," Melanie conceded. "I just don't know how I
would explain to everyone in a few years that I have a ten- or a
twelve-year-old brother who wears diapers."
"You have plenty of support, you won't be the only girl whose
brother past the age of three or four wears diapers around here,"
Jennie assured her.
"I just wish they'd at least not wear so *many* diapers and at
least have the decency to wear pants. It's like going around in your
underwear all the time."
Melanie eventually apologized for arguing with me and I forgave
her. She acknowledged my love for wearing diapers but still didn't
understand why I enjoyed them so much. We shook hands and left things
at that.
Jennie took Tyler out of the diapers that I put on him, all
except for one for him to wear on the way back home. He had pooped in
it anyway, plus he peed in it while Melanie and I were arguing, and
there was no point taking it off of him now. Melanie then put his
shorts and shirt on and left. Derek and Steven went back to the
Nintendo and played some games together.
Jennie decided that I could use some babying after getting into
such a heated argument with Melanie over potty training. Jennie dumped
out the remainder of the cherry Kool-Aid that was in my bottle as it
had gotten warm. She filled it with some grape Kool-Aid that they had
in their fridge. I then sat on her lap and drank from my bottle. While
she was feeding me she assured me that Melanie wasn't mad at her or me.
She also assured me that Melanie would come to accept Tyler wearing
diapers all the time if that was what he chose to do. Jennie had one
hand on the crotch of my wet diaper while her other hand was holding
the bottle in my mouth. By my wearing a disposable diaper, Jennie could
tell that I got a big boner in my diaper from the way she was babying
me.
"You really like being babied, don't you?" Jennie said.
"I love it," I said to her. For being eleven years old she knew
more about boys' feelings than I was expecting. Just as I was getting
comfortable and relaxed Cindy showed up and told me they were ready to
go to the fair.
"Sorry to interrupt your fun," Cindy apologized when she saw me
sitting on Jennie's lap sucking on my bottle.
"That's okay, he just lives next door and we can do this any
time," Jennie said with a smile. With this, I got up off her lap and
went into Derek's bedroom. She handed me my bottle, which was still
half full.
"Where are you going, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
"I have to get something in Derek's room," I told her.
"Get some satisfaction, that is," I said to myself. I was on the
verge of coming and I couldn't stop at this point. I lay on the floor
and closed my eyes, imagining Jennie being a few years older and doing
more than what she did while she babied me. In thirty seconds I brought
myself to orgasm and also brought myself to relief of a great deal of
sexual tension. I couldn't continue to carry this unfulfilled feeling
around with me at the fair. Being that it took me at least a couple
minutes to come down off of my sexual high, Cindy was getting impatient
and she sent Jennie into the room. She looked at me lying on the floor.
She had a puzzled look on her face, wondering why I would be lying flat
on my back in order to get something in Derek's room.
"Did you find what you were after?" she asked me.
"Oh yeah, I did," I said. "Most definitely."
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 98
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I went home from Derek's house and I put my shorts back on. I
wanted to drink down the rest of my Kool-Aid, but Mom didn't want me to
be out in public or even be riding in the car while drinking from a
baby bottle, so I ended up taking the top off and drinking the rest of
it the "normal" way before we left.
"Did you bring any extra diaper changes?" Mom asked me as I got
in the car.
"No, I thought you had some in your purse," I told her.
"You ran out, remember?" Mom reminded me. With this, I got back
out of the car and went back for some more diapers. The garage door was
still open, so I cut through it on my way back into the house. While
passing through I quickly glanced over some of the stuff that didn't
sell at the yard sale. Many of the things that didn't sell were no
surprise to me to still be sitting there, such as Dad's 8-track player
and tapes, plus several records. Other things I thought for sure would
sell, but didn't.
I noticed that the potty training books didn't sell, but the
videos did-- damn! Perhaps the people looked at the potty training
books, then looked at me, twelve years old and in diapers, and
concluded that these books were no good. I picked one of them up and
thumbed through it. The title was "Potty Training Boys, for Desperate
Parents", very appropriate book title, I must say. It showed several
photos of a little boy. At the beginning he was shown wearing
wonderfully thick diapers. Sadly, he was sitting on the toilet and
smiling in the last picture. The book was copyrighted 1982 with its
first edition having been run in 1979, back when most baby/toddler
disposable diapers were thicker (and thus better). The photos were
probably taken before 1982, before the advent of the "ultra-thin"
disposable diaper (boo!!!). It also showed the boy in cloth diapers,
which were recommended as a way to encourage kids to realize that they
are wet and messy and will therefore have an incentive to use the
potty. Reading this passage, I busted out in laughter.
I didn't mean to dawdle, but I was getting engrossed in this
book. I figured since Dad hadn't come out yet there was no need to
hurry. He was taking a shower and cleaning up after working in his shop
all day. I then leafed to the back of the book and noticed that there
was a "potty training log" which had been filled in. The column
headings were: date, time, potty (Y/N), diaper on (Y/N), accident
(Y/N), urine, bowel, and comments. I just happened to turn to the page
with dates from November 3, 1984, exactly five years before I was first
put into diapers for good after my-- err, uhh, ahem-- toilet training.
A sampling of the entries looked like this:
DATE TIME POTTY DIAPER ACCIDENT URINE BOWEL COMMENTS
(Y/N) ON (Y/N) (Y/N/NA)
11/3/84 8:00 N Y NA Y Y Woke up
wet &
poopy
11/3/84 10:30 N Y NA Y N Refused
potty,
put up
fuss
11/3/84 1:00 N Y NA Y Y Threw
toys &
cried
when
reminded
11/3/84 3:45 Y Y N Y N Daddy
dragged
Chris to
toilet,
had to
hold him
down
11/3/84 5:45 N N NA Y Y Pouted,
said "I
hate the
potty!"
ARGH!!!!
Reading these entries really made me smile and chuckle with
delight, especially where mom wrote "ARGH!!!!" The last entry for this
day seemed eerily prophetic, considering the date. It read: Will Chris
be wearing diapers five years from now?!!
I glanced at the comments that were written on some of the
following days. Many of them were "negative", including one that simply
said nothing more than "$*#@*%!!!" It was obvious that mom's enthusiasm
was waning as the comments were getting shorter, more sloppily written
and degrading to an unintelligible scribble, and eventually no comments
were written at all.
Dad then came out into the garage and asked me what I was doing.
I set the book down and told Dad that I was looking at the stuff that
didn't sell.
"It's all going to Goodwill next Tuesday, son," Dad said firmly.
"So if there's anything you want to keep, too bad, that's why we're
getting rid of it in the first place."
I wanted those potty training books! Monday was Labor Day, so I
had an extra day to sneak them out before Mom and Dad packed them up.
It wasn't that I agreed with anything the books said, but I figured
they'd be good for reference. It would be kind of like having a satanic
bible of sorts, advocating the opposite of what I believed. I wanted to
have my potty training log, too. Tony and the rest of the boys would
love reading it!
"Where are you going, Chris?" Dad asked me as I went into the
house.
"Getting some diapers," I said.
"Hurry up, we're all waiting on you," Dad told me. Odd that he
said this, since it was he who was holding the rest of us up to begin
with. With three diapers in hand I sat down in the back seat next to
Cindy.
"Took you long enough," Cindy said to me.
"I sort of got sidetracked," I explained.
"You were looking through the stuff that didn't sell, weren't
you?" Mom said. I nodded as she looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"I told him it's all going away," my Dad said.
"Did you get your diapers, Chris?" Mom asked me.
"Yes, Mom, I did," I told her. Cindy looked at the three diapers
that I was holding.
"What did you bring three diapers for?" Cindy asked. "We're not
going on any rides or anything, and we're not really staying that
long."
"Just in case," I said to her.
All the way to the fair I thought about those potty training
books sitting in the garage, waiting to be hauled off to Goodwill. I
wasn't going to let that happen. As soon as we were back home I would
rescue the books and sneak them into my room. What good were they to
other parents, anyway? The potty training log had been filled in on one
of them, for one thing. It may have been good entertainment for another
reader, if anything.
"How much did I make?" I asked Mom.
"Your stuff brought in about fifty dollars," Mom said.
"Wow, that's pretty good," I said. "Do you have it with you?"
"No, it's at home. I'll count it out and give it to you later,"
Mom said.
We got to the fairgrounds again and met up with Aunt Sharon and
Uncle Allen along with cousin Suzy. She looked at my shorts and could
see my thick diaper bulging through. It was also sticking up well above
my shorts. In the middle of the crowd she said, "I see your diaper
showing!"
"Now Suzy, don't go saying that in front of everyone," her mother
told her.
"Gee, Mom, it's not like you can't see it plain as day," Suzy
said. She lifted my shirt just to show her mom how much of my diaper
showed.
"Well, it's impolite," Aunt Sharon told Suzy. "And don't lift his
shirt like that."
"Sorry, Mom," Suzy said.
"It's okay, Aunt Sharon," I told her.
We started by getting some big drinks and then going through the
4-H exhibits, followed by the quilts and other crafts, which mostly
interested the women. Big yawnfest for us boys and men. With this,
Uncle Allen, Dad and I branched off to look at the tractors and the
animals. This was okay, but I was really wanting to go play some games
and go on the rides again. We later met back up at the photography
exhibit, which I enjoyed. Every now and then I'd see a picture that
showed a little boy dressed in just diapers. Cindy and Suzy were not
surprised to see that I stared at these pictures the longest.
"We should enter some of your pictures, Chris," Cindy
recommended.
"He doesn't have very many that don't show him in just his
diapers," Mom said.
"I know," Cindy said. "That's the idea!"
"I doubt they'd accept it," Aunt Sharon said.
We continued looking through the pictures. I noticed that some of
them had been entered by Aaron's father in the professional division.
Likewise, Diane, Aaron's sister, had a few entries of her own in the
teen photography exhibit, some with blue ribbons. I was hoping to see a
picture of Aaron in his diapers, but I knew the fair would now allow
anything like this. If only people knew what Diane really liked taking
pictures of.
The adults could tell that we kids were getting restless and were
wanting to have some real fun, so they decided to let us go to the
carnival for an hour, this in spite of their telling us otherwise. We
started to walk off when my Mom told us to hold on. She reached into
her purse and pulled out two of my diapers and gave them to Cindy.
"Better have a couple of these on hand," Mom said. Since Cindy
didn't want anyone to get the impression that the diapers were hers,
she said, "I don't know if my BROTHER'S diapers will fit in my purse."
Cindy tried to cram one of the diapers into her small purse,
which was already full of chewing gum, makeup, a couple of tampons and
God knows what else. The diaper certainly wouldn't fit in her purse.
Suzy then ran over to one of the nearby vendor booths who provided
plastic bags (with their logo, of course) for people to carry stuff
around in.
"Here, Chris, you can carry your diapers in this!" she said. I
held the bag open while Cindy dropped the diaper in it.
"Here's YOUR diaper, Chris," Cindy said, again letting passersby
know that the diapers were definitely mine and not hers. Mom handed me
the other diaper she got out as well as the third diaper that was still
in her purse. The diapers nearly filled the bag.
We walked around the carnival and played a couple of games that I
didn't get to play yesterday. I spent a great deal of my time butt-
watching and examining boys' behinds in hopes of seeing one in diapers.
Some were possibilities, but I didn't see any confirmed diaper wearers
who were past the age of four. We had played four games each and only
had a couple of things to account for it, so we decided to go on a
couple rides.
We still had over a half hour, which was time for at least a
couple rides. Cindy wasn't much for wild, fast rides, so we went on the
Ferris wheel, then the bumper cars, and then we took another trip
through the fun house. When we got to the mirrors I got both Cindy's
and Suzy's attention.
"Hey, check this out!" I said to them. I quickly pulled down my
shorts and stood before the mirror that elongated the appearance of my
middle section and thus my diaper.
"See how big my diaper is?" I said to them.
"Pull your shorts up, Chris! Now!" Cindy told me.
I momentarily ignored her and I turned around and did the same
thing with my butt. Suzy thought it was funny seeing my diaper looking
like it was three feet high, but Cindy was embarrassed.
"Chris, someone's going to come up here!" she said. "I can't
believe you did that!"
"I did it last night," I said. "Tony did it, too."
"You guys," she said with a sigh. "The attendant's gonna come
kick us out if you don't stop that!"
"What's he care?" I said. "We paid our admission."
Cindy groaned. I was still having fun ignoring Cindy and
embarrassing her more. I started to pull down the front of my diaper as
if to suggest that I was going to stand before the mirror naked with my
dick hanging out.
"And now, for what I call 'wishful thinking,'" I said with a
chuckle.
"Chris!" Cindy warned me sternly.
"Wanna see a foot-long?" I asked as I pulled down farther on my
diaper as far as the tight, strong tapes would allow me to without
tearing the diaper. Suzy laughed at this, but Cindy was ready to kill
me at this point. With as high as the diaper went over my stomach there
was no way for me to have actually got it down far enough to expose my
dick, so Cindy really had nothing to worry about. Two boys then
appeared in the mirror room while I still had my shorts down. They
could see that I had a diaper on before I reached for my shorts and
pulled them back up.
"You're not my brother, Chris," Cindy said, burying her face in
her hands.
"Makes up for all the times you embarrassed me for wearing
diapers," I said to Cindy. "Like they say, fight fire with fire."
We finished going through the fun house. By this time I had wet
and pooped in my diaper and I was in need of a diaper change. The girls
could smell it. My poop was very runny and messy, almost diarrhea-like.
Being that we all had large sodas, the girls were in need of a visit to
the bathroom themselves. As we walked towards the bathroom Cindy told
me to wait outside for her and Suzy.
"Uhh, aren't you going to change me?" I asked Cindy. I expected
her to escort me into the restroom with her like she usually did
whenever we were out in public.
"Yes, but we girls have to take care of ourselves first, so just
wait here for now," she said. "For one thing, you have a diaper on,
Chris, so you can wait; we can't."
While I stood outside the restroom I watched men and boys of all
ages going into and coming out of the men's restroom. Each one of those
boys was potty trained and robbed of his diaper-wearing pleasure, I
thought angrily to myself with a sigh. On the other hand, some may have
been going in there to change their own diapers or those of another boy
who was with them. A lot of boys were carrying bags with them, but most
of them were probably hauling around prizes and shit they won at the
carnival, so it was hard to tell.
The girls came out a couple minutes later. Cindy was about to
take me in there when Suzy asked, "can I change his diaper?"
"You want to change Chris?" Cindy asked her.
"Yeah," she said, sounding excited to have the opportunity.
"If you don't mind the smell, he's yours," Cindy told her,
warning her about the stench of my dirty diapers.
"I babysit, remember?" Suzy reminded Cindy, affirming her
qualifications for handling smelly diapers. "I'm used to changing poopy
diapers. Remember that boy I was telling you about earlier this
summer?"
"Yeah, you said he was four and a half," Cindy said. I remembered
Suzy talking about him and I was curious if he was still wearing
diapers, so of course I asked Suzy.
"Definitely," she said. Much to my relief, he was not toilet
trained. "His parents bought him some Thickies, the cloth kind. He
loves them!"
"So, no potty training is likely for him anytime soon?" I asked
her.
"Nope," Suzy replied firmly while shaking her head, knowing that
this was the answer that I would enjoy hearing. "No way, no how."
"Yeah!" I thought to myself.
"Any chance that I could come out to your house sometime and
visit him?" I asked Suzy.
"Well, if you wanted to come out some weekend, perhaps," Suzy
said. "After school starts I'll still get to babysit him on Saturdays.
I'll ask my parents about it."
"Okay," I said.
"We're running late," Cindy said as she looked at her watch.
"I'll go meet up with our parents and let them know you guys are
coming."
With this, Cindy headed over to the water fountain where we
agreed to meet with our parents. Suzy then took me into the women's
restroom. As expected, my presence drew stares from the girls and women
who were not expecting to see a boy in the women's restroom. Suzy led
me by the hand past them, ignoring them as they wondered why a girl a
year younger than me was taking a nearly teenage boy into one of the
stalls with her. No doubt these people had their suspicions, but all
she was going to do was change my diaper. She pulled my shorts down for
me and told me to lie down on the floor.
"It's a mess in there, let me warn you," I told Suzy as she
started picking at the strong adhesive of the tapes.
"Nothing this veteran diaper changer can't handle," Suzy
confidently told me.
"I have a bigger butt than that five year old," I said to Suzy to
help ease my nervousness. She laughed.
"Bigger butt, bigger poops, makes sense to me," she said as she
removed the diaper and exposed the brown foul-smelling contents.
"Oooh, is my boy a messy, smelly boy today or what?" she said in
a cutesy sort of voice. "That's what I say to James, the boy I
babysit," Suzy explained to me.
"I don't mind," I said. I was starting to get aroused as Suzy
cleaned me up, causing my already hard dick to get even harder. I had
to admit that Suzy was a cute, good-looking girl who enjoyed changing
my diapers as much as Jennie did, but I had to remind myself that she
was my cousin, first cousin at that.
"This is more poop than I'm used to," Suzy acknowledged. "But it
prepares me for changing James when he gets to be your age, and size."
I had to wonder what Suzy had in mind when she said the word
"size" the way she did. I asked Suzy if she thought she'd still be
changing his diapers eight years from now.
"If he's still around and he wants me to do it, sure," Suzy said.
She got my balls and butt cleaned and she put one of the clean diapers
on me. While I'm sure she didn't do it intentionally, I enjoyed the way
her hand felt as she secured the tapes on my diaper and ran her hand
across the front of it to ensure that it was a good, tight fit. I stood
up and put my shorts back on. We left the stall at the same time so
that someone wouldn't come into it, thinking that after one person
exited that the stall would be empty.
Suzy was about to throw away my diaper, but then I told her to
give it to me. She had a puzzled look on her face.
"What for? You plan to keep it for a souvenir or something?" she
joked as she handed it to me.
"No, I want to throw it away in the men's room," I told her as
she started washing her hands.
"Okay," she said, not sounding sure of why I would do this. While
she washed her hands I left the women's restroom and went into the
men's room to toss the diaper into the garbage over there. After I
tossed it in there I said, "oh shit!" I then started sifting through
the garbage, acting like I had accidentally thrown my comb away.
Actually, I was wanting to see if anyone else had disposed of any
diapers. I came across a couple of diapers that appeared to have been
worn by older boys and at least one that had to have been an adult
diaper.
"Dammit, where's my comb?" I asked, feigning panic and concern
for finding my comb. I managed to find a couple more used diapers,
including one Thickies.
"In your pocket, dumbass," one kid said while he saw me bent over
and sifting through the garbage. My butt was sticking out and my comb
was showing through my back pocket, being pushed outward by my thick,
freshly changed diaper. Of course my diaper was showing, too as it
always did.
"Uhh, thanks," I said as I acted in embarrassment upon feigning
the realization that my comb was in my pocket the whole time. I really
was embarrassed, though, especially when the kid said, "what are you
doing in a bathroom anyway, diaper boy?"
"You ought to try them sometime," I yelled to him as he exited. I
washed my hands and then met Suzy outside.
"Why did you go in the men's room to throw away your diaper?"
Suzy asked me.
"Because I didn't want anyone in the women's room to see it and
think that a girl wore it," I explained to her.
"That sounds like something you'd do, Chris," she said while
smiling at me. We then headed over to the fountain where everyone was
waiting for us.
"That must have been some messy diaper change for as long as you
two were gone!" Cindy remarked.
"It was," Suzy remarked.
"She's used to it," Aunt Sharon commented to my mother. "She
babysits a boy who wears diapers. He's almost five."
"Really?" my Mom said.
"Yep, and he wears diapers for the same reason Chris wears them,"
Aunt Sharon added. "He just flat-out refused to toilet train."
"God, how I wish we had come to our senses and just left Chris in
diapers!" my Mom exclaimed with a sigh.
"Same here," I thought to myself, wishing my parents had not
pushed toilet training so much on me and blemished what could have been
a toilet-free record for me.
"We just didn't think Chris would be so damn difficult to toilet
train," My Mom said, and she didn't say "damn" very often, either.
After having read part of my potty training log, her reasons to use
this word were well-justified.
"I'm starting to wonder if boys like Chris are not that uncommon,
boys who would rather wear diapers."
"Whatever it is, it must be a boys' thing," Aunt Sharon
commented. "All we had to worry about as far as potty training's
concerned was Suzy, and she was out of diapers long before Chris was,
and she's a year younger, too. Didn't put up a fuss or nothing."
"Thanks for reminding me, sis," my mother told Aunt Sharon,
recounting all the times she bragged about Suzy's successful toilet
training compared to what my mother went through with me. Suzy smiled
at her mother and then at me. Cindy also smiled, both of them agreeing
that their early toilet training record was attributed to their being
girls.
"Everybody hungry?" my Dad asked. A round of "yeah!"'s from us
kids followed.
"Let's go eat!" he said as he led us over to the food booths.
"I could sure go for a foot long," Uncle Allen remarked. He loved
hot dogs.
"You can get foot-longs at the fun house," I said. Both Suzy and
I giggled together.
"Chris!" Cindy interjected.
"Buns, too, I might add," I said as I pointed to my butt. Suzy
and I laughed some more.
"Enough, Chris," Cindy said sternly, lowering her voice.
"What are you talking about, Chris?" Mom asked me.
"Nothing, Mom, never mind," Cindy intercepted. Mom just shrugged
and said, "whatever."
"If I work at it, I bet I could get you some mayonnaise, too," I
quipped. Cindy just groaned and gave me a dirty look.
"Thanks, I just lost my appetite," she said.
Since everyone wanted a different kind of food from different
food booths, we all split off and got our orders. We then agreed to
meet at a common seating area covered by a tent to keep us out of the
sun. I went to a Mexican food stand and ordered two beef and bean
burritos and a side of refried beans, which had become one of my fair
food favorites. I got a 32-ounce drink, too. The burritos were quite
big and I got my money's worth.
We gathered at the table and sat down with our food. Cindy looked
at what I had ordered and said, "he got his burritos again, of course!
Just one more way for you to stink up your diapers!"
Suzy and I both laughed as Cindy mentioned this.
"It's nothing that you're not already used to smelling," I told
Cindy.
"Yeah, but only when I'm changing your diapers. I don't want to
smell your farts all the way home again!"
"Just eat, kids," Mom said to Cindy and me. I laughed as I
thought about how much my burrito-induced farts stunk up the car on the
way home from the fair last year.
Before our family parted ways with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen,
Suzy asked them if I could come out to their place some weekend.
"I don't see why not," Aunt Sharon said. "But what does Chris
want to come out for?"
"He wants to meet James," Suzy said.
"James will be having his fifth birthday soon," Aunt Sharon said.
"Maybe you could invite Chris out for that."
I thought this sounded good and I hoped that I could go to James'
birthday party. I asked Mom if I could visit cousin Suzy at that time
for this reason. Mom didn't seem to mind, so I had this to look forward
to.
We then left the fair and headed for home. I had several good
things on my mind. I thought about getting my potty training books out
of the garage and into my bedroom. I also looked forward to Tony and me
going over to Luke's house to deliver some diapers to him. As we left
the parking lot I let out the first of my burrito farts. I was sitting
with my legs spread apart and my diaper showing through the leg
openings. This helped to give my farting the maximum aural and
olfactory effects. Cindy rolled her window down as soon as the stink
wafted into her face.
"Here we go again," she groaned as a second butt blast penetrated
my thick diaper.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 99
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It was about 7:30 by the time I got home from the fair, about the
time I was expecting. Even though I was tired, I was still looking
forward to going over to Tony's house, and then to Luke's and Nathan's
house. There was competition among my parents and Cindy as to who would
get to use the bathroom first, and Cindy was the first to make it. Mom
used the toilet off of the master bedroom. Dad settled this matter by
going out behind the garage to take a leak as he's been known to do.
Luckily for me, I didn't have to worry about where I was going to go to
the bathroom. I did it right in front of Lisa while I removed my shorts
and revealed my soaked diaper. Lisa had just gotten home from work and
she was sitting down by the TV.
"How was the fair?" she asked me.
"Fine," I said. "We still got to go to the carnival. Suzy also
changed my diaper."
"That's nice," Lisa said in a weary voice. "Did she say anything
about that boy she's babysitting?"
"Oh yeah, he's wearing Thickies, and he's not about to be toilet
trained any time soon!" I said gleefully.
"You can't take any credit for it, though," Lisa said, referring
to my recent influences on Derek, Steven, and Tyler, in addition to
several other boys whom I have encouraged to wear diapers. Lisa looked
at my butt as I bent over to take off my shows and socks. She could
tell that I was in need of a diaper change.
"Get your butt in your room and I'll come change you," she said.
I was surprised that she was offering to change my diaper after it
seemed that she had drifted away from carrying out this task.
"You're going to change me?" I asked her, sounding somewhat
surprised.
"Sure," she said. "I kinda miss it."
I had to agree that things seemed different lately by having
Cindy do most of my diaper changes lately, so I always welcomed Lisa to
do it when she felt like it. I went into my room and waited for Lisa to
come in behind me. I lay down on my changing pad and she brought out
the cleaning supplies.
"How was your day?" I asked Lisa as she began to remove my
disposable diaper.
"Shitty," she complained.
"Shitty, like my diaper?" I said as Lisa released the last tape
and exposed the pile of poop.
"At least, and your diapers are usually pretty shitty," Lisa
said. "Like they are now."
"What happened?" I asked her.
"Everything," she sighed. "You'd think ordering a pizza wouldn't
be so difficult, but some people seem to have a problem with this," she
said in an exasperated tone.
"And I'd personally like to strangle whoever came up with the
idea of coupons," she groaned.
"I call them poop-ons," I said.
"I think somebody ought to poop on the guy who invented coupons,"
Lisa said. It sounded like a verse out of Dr. Seuss, but it wasn't.
"It won't be me pooping on him," I said. "I've got a diaper on!"
"Gee, really? I always wondered what those thick, white
underpants you wear were called," Lisa said sarcastically "They should
call your diapers poop-INS. You've put plenty of poop in this one, as
usual."
While Lisa wiped my butthole clean I let out an airy, silent,
gassy fart, blowing my flatus right onto her hand.
"You had burritos again, didn't you?" Lisa said as she fanned my
fart fumes away from her face. Funny how the smell of my poop didn't
seem to bother her so much as the smell of my farts.
"How'd you guess?" I asked her.
"You always have them, and then you share it with the everyone on
the way home," she remarked. She then got my cloth diapers ready. She
was able to keep her diapering skills honed pretty well. I was assured
of this by looking at the big, tall stack of cloth diapers that she
brought out.
"Looks like I'd better make sure your farts are muted well," Lisa
said. With this she proceeded to pin me up in a very thick bunch of
diapers. She even pinned my shirt to my diapers, proving she hadn't
forgotten how to make a diaper change more fun for both of us. How nice
it felt to be back in my cloth diapers after being in disposables all
day long. She put my plastic pants on and patted me on the butt upon
completing my diaper change. It was nice for Lisa and I to get back to
old times, although I still had a feeling she wouldn't be diapering me
for very much longer.
After Lisa diapered me I called Tony to confirm tonight's plans.
Mom asked me if I was still going to Tony's house.
"Oh yeah, of course I'm going," I said.
"Better be leaving soon, it's starting to get dark earlier now,"
Mom said.
"Hold it!" Lisa said as she scooted her large hips into my path,
stopping me. "You have another little matter to settle first." Now I
figured out why she was so willing to change my diapers. She was
buttering me up to clean the back seat of her car.
"What was that?" I asked her, pretending like I had forgotten.
"Oh come on, Chris, don't play games, you know what you agreed
upon."
"Cleaning your car's back seat, right?" I sighed, feeling too
tired to do it.
"Yes," Lisa said slowly while nodding. She was leaning against
the wall, propping herself up with her hand.
"Lisa, he needs to get going," my Mom said.
"But Mom, he agreed to clean my car's back seat after changing
Tony's diaper back there last night."
"He can do it tomorrow."
"That's what he said yesterday," Lisa groaned.
"Well, tomorrow is now today," I said. As long as I keep saying
tomorrow, I'll never have to do it, right?" I smiled at Lisa, who did
not reciprocate.
"Put it this way, I'm not driving it to school until it's washed,
and I'm not about to ride the bus."
"Lisa, we'll deal with it later, Chris needs to leave."
"Okay," she moaned as she went into the kitchen.
I went back in my room and packed my bag full of diapers for Luke
to wear. He already had the plastic pants that I let him borrow this
afternoon, so I left these behind. Even for as many diapers as usually
took with me when staying at Tony's house, Mom noticed that my bag
looked fuller than usual for a one-night sleepover.
"You're only planning to be gone one night, I hope," Mom said.
"Yeah, why?" I asked her.
"You've got a lot of stuff in that bag of yours," Mom answered.
"Tony said he wanted to try wearing cloth diapers tonight," I
explained, thinking quickly. Mom accepted this as a reasonable
explanation and told me to be good as I left the house. I went out to
the side of the house and retrieved my bike. While I was there I
decided to sneak into the garage to grab the potty training books. It
wasn't going to be that easy, though. Dad was sitting on the back patio
drinking a beer and watching a football game on TV, being that the
season had just begun. Whoopee, here we go again.
Dad was facing the other way and he was distracted enough by the
game that I didn't think he would notice me. I got down on my hands and
knees, seeing that the barbecue was in dad's view and it would help to
conceal me. Just before I made it into the garage, I heard a Derek's
voice behind me.
"Nice butt!" he said. No doubt that he was getting a nice look at
my diapered butt for the position that I was in and there was no doubt
that he was enjoying it. He had plenty of times to admire my diapered
butt, though, and now was not the time.
"Shhh!" I said to Derek as I turned around and looked at him. He
was in thick diapers, of course. He got my Dad's attention.
"I'm not here!" I whispered to Derek. He nodded and said "okay."
"Hi Mr. Barrett," Derek said to my Dad.
"Hello, Derek," my dad said back to him. "Looking for Chris, I
assume?"
"I'm not here!" I whispered again. He started to turn his head.
"And don't look at me!"
"Uh yeah, is he around?" Derek asked.
"No, he went to spend the night at Tony's," my father replied.
"Oh, okay," he said. He then turned around. In the meantime I had
gone into the garage, I said "psst!" as he waddled past the opened
doorway.
"What are you doing?" Derek whispered.
"Getting some stuff," I replied. "My parents are hauling it all
off and I want to get some of it before they take it away."
"Oh, okay," Derek said. "I was hoping you'd come over and play
Nintendo with me," he said.
"Tomorrow night, I promise," I told him. "I'm spending the night
at Tony's house."
"Can I come with you?" he asked me. I thought about it for a
moment and then figured, why not. I'd have to call Tony again and ask
him if Derek could tag along with us tonight.
"Well, you'd better talk to your Mom," I told him while I picked
up the books. I started to lift my shirt so that I could tuck the books
underneath it, only to realize that this wasn't going to happen. As I
pulled up on my shirt I felt the very dense grouping of diaper pins
hold my shirt in its place.
"Shit!" I whispered. I then looked at Derek to see if he could
sneak the books out with him, but he, too, had his shirttail virtually
sealed to his diapers by all the pins that Jennie stuck into his
diapers. We had no choice but to carry them out of the garage out in
the open. I handed Derek the books and told him to take them over to
his house and I would then catch up with him.
"Stay low," I told him. Very slowly, I closed the back door of
the garage and then kept low as I went back around to the other side of
the house. Safe at last, I picked up my bag and then walked my bike
over to Derek's house. I took the bag inside with me. Derek had left
the books on the coffee table, which I then put into my bag. Derek then
asked his Mom if he could go with me and stay with Tony for the night.
She had her reservations at first.
"He'll be with me the whole time, Mrs. Brooks," I assured his
mother. "I'll make sure he's safe."
"I don't really know who Tony is," she said.
"I've known him since the first day of kindergarten," I replied.
"That's seven years, almost four of them in diapers."
"How far are you boys riding?" she asked me. I told her where
Tony lived, which she thought was a little far for Derek to ride,
especially as it was about to get dark fairly soon.
"We'll ride real fast and get there before it gets dark, huh,
Chris?" Derek said.
"I doubt you can pedal very fast in those thick diapers," Derek's
mother said as she patted him on the behind. "Are you planning to put
anything on over them?"
"Nope, just diapers!" he said while patting his own butt.
"I do it all the time," I told Derek's mother. "Besides, since
it's getting dusk, our diapered butts will make it easier for people to
see us." Derek and Jennie both laughed. Derek's mother stood there for
a moment and then said, "okay, as long as Tony's mother says it's okay,
then you can go."
"YEAH!!!" Derek cheered. He and I exchanged a high-five. I called
Tony to explain to him what was going on and that I still hadn't left
yet. His mother said that Derek could also come over and had no
reservations about letting Tony have two sleepover guests.
"Just one more BUTT for me to diaper!" I heard Kara exclaim
loudly in the background.
"You'd better take a change of diapers," Derek's mother told him.
She quickly grabbed a plastic grocery bag and told him to load it up
with enough diapers to last him until tomorrow.
"Can I have another bag?" Derek asked, implying that he wanted to
take more diapers with him.
"One bag will be plenty of diapers for you, Derek," his mother
said. "Besides, you don't always have to wear them quite as thickly as
your sister puts them on you."
"I know, but I like them thick," Derek said with a smile. We went
to his room and I helped him stuff his bag full of diapers. I added a
few more diapers to my own bag since I had room in there for them. He
had an ample supply for the night, and he had just been changed
according to Jennie, so he was good to go for awhile.
"Better hurry, boys, the sun's not going to wait for you,"
Derek's mother said. She then offered to drive us to Tony's house
instead. Thinking that we would need our bikes to go to Luke's and
Nathan's house, I declined the offer, but thanked Mrs. Brooks anyway.
"Be careful, boys, drivers don't see you as easily as you see
them, even with your diapers serving as butt beacons," she quipped.
"Call me when you get there," she told Derek as she kissed him
goodbye and, like my mother always said to me, she told him to be good.
At last we were on our way over to Tony's house. On the way over
we saw a few kids were still out playing in the streets, taking in the
final few moments of daylight on one of the last summer evenings before
school started next week. Derek didn't seem to mind that he was outside
in his diapers where others could see him. People stared at us, and
some of the girls said, "you're too old for diapers!"
"No we're not!" Derek shouted back. "We're just boys!"
Derek followed close behind as I led the way to Tony's house. I
stood up on my pedals with my butt off of the seat. While in motion
with my butt up in the air I took another big dump in my diapers.
"Now you can tell me that I have a nice butt!" I said to Derek,
making him laugh.
A few minutes later we got to Tony's house. By then it was almost
too dark to see where we were riding. Tony's mother answered the door
and invited us in. I introduced Derek to Tony's mother. She looked
rather tired.
"Looks like you brought enough diapers to last you awhile," she
commented to Derek.
"Just for a couple diaper changes," he said. "I like to wear a
LOT of diapers!"
"That's about like what Chris likes to wear," Tony's mother
commented as she examined the bag that Derek was toting. "Looks like
you brought along a few extras yourself, Chris," she added, noting that
my bag was packed as full as it could get. I just nodded and smiled,
since I didn't think she knew what Tony and I were planning to do
tonight.
"Where's Tony?" I asked.
"In his room with Kara, getting his diaper changed," she said. I
led Derek back to Tony's room. The door wasn't even closed. Derek and I
both walked in and saw Tony lying on his bed with his dick sticking up
as Kara was busy wiping his poopy bottom clean.
"Hello," I said as Derek and I both came into the room.
"I see you found another one," Kara remarked while she looked at
Derek in his bulging diapers.
"Found another what?" Derek asked.
"Another boy who likes to wear diapers," she said.
"I love to wear diapers!" Derek said.
"I can see that," Kara said. "You take after Chris."
"I gotta go call my Mom," Derek said. By this time Kara was
finished diapering Tony for the night. She then escorted Derek out of
Tony's room and into the kitchen where she let him use the telephone.
In the meantime I showed Tony my potty training log that I successfully
rescued from the pile. He thought it was funny reading all of my mom's
comments that showed how exasperated she was with potty training me.
"Check this out!" I said. "I showed him the entry that read,
"will Chris still be in diapers five years from now?" Tony chuckled,
but he wasn't paying attention to the date.
"Look at this, November third!" I pointed out. "That was
*exactly* five years before the day I got put into diapers! Now, is
that strange or what?"
Tony then broke into a bad rendition of the theme to the
"Twilight Zone." Derek returned to the room and he joined us in looking
at my potty training log. We all huddled around lying on our stomachs
on Tony's bed. Derek and I lay next to each other facing one way while
Tony lay the other way. We held the book sideways so we could all read
it. Every now and then my butt would let out another toot from the
burritos I had earlier.
"That's the third fart you've cut in the last two minutes," Tony
said. I then let out another one.
"Make that four," I told him. "I had two big burritos and some
refried beans at the fair."
"I'm surprised your farts even get through all those diapers,"
Tony said. "I can even smell them."
"Looks like you need more diapers!" Derek said as he slapped my
diapered rump a couple times. Derek then cut a fart, too.
"So do you," I said, reciprocating by slapping him on the butt a
couple times. Derek then made farting noises with his mouth and rolled
onto his back with his legs spread apart, showing Tony and me the wide
diapers in his crotch. He then went into a routine trying to imitate
his sister's voice.
"Uh oh! Mom! Derek keeps farting and I can smell them, so I
should put more diapers on him, huh?"
"You brought plenty, that's for sure," I said to Derek.
"Hey Tony, it's your turn to fart!" Derek said. Tony tried to
push one out, but instead, he released a small amount of poop.
"Why fart when you can poop?" Tony said as he sat himself back
up, leaning back on his arms. I could see his hard dick just barely
making its presence known by the small tent on the front of his diaper.
I was hard, too, but of course it was well hidden in my thick diapers.
After a couple more minutes I glanced up at Tony's clock radio. It said
8:59.
"Are we going to Luke's and Nathan's house?" I asked Tony.
"Yeah, we'll be going in a little bit," Tony said. "I called them
and let them know we were still coming."
It hadn't occurred to me until this point, but I realized that we
would have to be able to sneak out without Tony's Mom noticing that we
were gone. I asked Tony about this.
"We'll just wait until she goes to bed," Tony said. She's tired
and said she'd be going to bed early tonight.
"Great!" I said.
"She told me to tell you all to keep quiet."
"Well, if we're not even here, then that shouldn't be a problem,
now should it?" I said.
A moment later Kara came into the room. Seeing that the three of
us were on the bed together looking at my potty training log, she was
curious what we were all looking at.
"Are you looking at a girlie mag?" she asked us.
"No," Tony said. "How do you know what a girlie mag is anyway?"
"A boy brought one to school and showed it to me," Kara said.
"Why would he show it to you?" Tony asked.
"Because he had a crush on me and said he hoped that's what I
would look like when I was older," Kara replied. "He got in trouble
later on because I told on him."
"I wish we had some BOY-ee magazines!" Derek said. "I wish we had
a magazine that showed pictures of boys in diapers!"
"The D.B.A.. club is working on something like that," I said.
"The newsletter said that they were going to put out a full color photo
album of everyone who sends in their pictures, but they have to get
enough people to do it first."
"Are we going to send any pictures?" Tony asked.
"Oh yeah, of course," I said. "I just have to talk to Aaron about
it and have his sister do a photo shoot with all the boys in the club."
"That sounds exciting!" Tony said. Derek agreed and said he
couldn't wait to see all the pictures.
"What are you guys looking at?" Kara asked us. We showed her my
potty training log from almost nine years ago.
"Tony was almost as bad, from what Mom tells me," Kara said, not
that I didn't already know.
"Boys are like that, you know," I said.
"I think all boys should wear DIAPERS!" Derek shouted gleefully.
"Shh!" Kara said to him. "Mom's gone to bed now, and she told me
to come in here and tell you guys to keep the noise down."
"Okay, sorry," Derek said.
"Good night, boys," Kara said. She patted each of us on the
behind as we were all back on our stomachs again.
"G'night, Kara," Tony said as she left the room.
"So, when are we going?" I asked.
"As soon as Kara goes into the bathroom or her bedroom," Tony
said. We sat silently and looked through the other toilet training
books and the pictures of the boys in diapers (and some not in diapers)
in them. There were some pictures of girls, too, which Tony proceeded
to blacken out with a permanent marker pen, just where the diapers were
showing.
It was 9:30 and Kara had still not gone into the bathroom. Tony
showed us what he had written so far of his essay on potty training to
share at the next D.B.A. club meeting. We all agreed on the points that
he made. He also wrote a little story about five four-year-old boys who
were being held hostage in a daycare center until they all agreed to
use the potty. Instead, they managed to escape after tying diapers
around the wrists and the ankles of the person who was holding them
hostage. They were dirty diapers, too. They then had to find their way
home wearing nothing but diapers.
"Cute story," I said to Tony. Derek agreed and he liked the
story, too.
It was 9:45 when we heard the bathroom door shut. Tony confirmed
that it was Kara using the bathroom and not his mother by seeing that
her bedroom door was still closed.
"Okay guys, now!" Tony said. I picked up my big bag full of
diapers and went to the back door as Tony had told me. Derek was
following behind me. Tony turned on his nightstand lamp and his radio
so that Kara would think we were still in the room and awake while
listening to music. Kara rarely pestered Tony and me during sleepovers,
especially after she caught us jacking each other off in our diapers
one time when she came into the room without knocking. We were doing it
the way we usually did it. I was sitting on Tony's hard-on with my butt
facing him while I scooted my rear end back and forth over him
repeatedly. Tony shut off his overhead bedroom light and closed the
door. He then sneaked out of the house through the back door and joined
Derek and me in the back yard.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 100
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Tony, Derek and I didn't say a word to each other until we were
out to the street.
"How far are we going?" Derek asked me while he rode his bike
alongside mine.
"It's a little ways," I told him. We rode up to the edge of the
neighborhood and reached the busy arterial. Even at this time of night
we were surprised to see how much traffic there was. Once it was clear
we made our way across. Guided by street lights we were able to see our
way down the otherwise dark street. Since it was night we didn't have
to take the long way around to avoid running into Chuck. In fact, as we
reached his house we stopped to see if anything was going on there.
"Is this it?" Derek asked.
"No," I said.
"Then why are we stopping?" he asked.
"To spy on someone we don't like," Tony said. We stood before the
front yard and looked in through the front window. Chuck was prancing
around in his boxer shorts. We waited to see if Steve was there, too,
but it appeared that only his parents were there. Suddenly, a dog came
out of nowhere and started barking.
"Oh shit, let's move!" I said. We quickly bolted out of there
while the dog chased us down the sidewalk. I looked back and saw Chuck
in the streetlight standing there in his boxers calling his dog back.
Derek was tired by the time we reached Luke's and Nathan's house.
Tony stopped us before we got close to the property.
"Hold it," he said. "Luke told us to look for his cousin's car
before going up to the door. It's a piece-of-shit brown Camaro."
Derek laughed as he heard Tony describe the car to look for.
"Is his car really shit brown?" Derek asked, thinking this was
what he heard Tony say.
"I've had shit in every shade of brown there is," I said to
Derek. "So yeah, it's probably shit brown. Hard to tell colors in the
dark, though."
"I can see my diapers now, and I know they're white!" Derek said
as he looked down at his crotch. "So I can see colors in the dark."
"I don't see any cars out front, and there's nobody in the
driveway, either," I said.
"Okay, then we're safe," Tony said. "They also told us their
secret knock to use when we come to the door. It's 'Shave and a
Haircut.'" I paused for a moment.
"'Shave and a Haircut?'" I questioned, sounding incredulous over
such a choice. "Couldn't they come up with something just a *little*
more original than that?"
"Who cares?" Tony said. "They'll know it's us."
We quietly wheeled our bikes up the driveway and then, after
taking our shoes off, we carried them as we walked across the grass to
avoid leaving any tire tracks or detectable footprints on the lawn. We
set the bikes behind some shrubs to keep them out of view and then,
after getting our shoes again, we went to the front door. Derek and I
watched for any cars that might pull up while Tony delivered the not-
so-secret secret knock.
Luke then came to the door. He was wearing his improvised version
of a diaper, consisting of what looked like about a dozen pairs of
underpants. He had the plastic pants on over them, too, the ones that
he picked up from me this afternoon at the yard sale. Nathan, of
course, was in a real diaper, a disposable diaper, too.
"You made it!" he said as he invited us in. Luke was surprised to
see that Derek was with us. He greeted Derek and asked him how he got
to come along.
"I'm spending the night with Chris and Tony," he said. "My Mom
doesn't know I came all the way over here."
"Nice diapers," Nathan said as he looked at how heavily diapered
Derek was.
"Thanks," Derek said. "I really love wearing thick diapers and
pooping in them!"
"Join the club," Luke said.
"I already did," Derek said. "I'm in the D.B.A. Club, remember?"
"Oh yeah," Luke said. "I wish we were still in it."
"Maybe you can still join it," I told Luke. "There's a poll in
the newsletter asking members if we should allow part-time diaper
wearers to be in it as well."
"I can't even be a part-time diaper-wearer," Luke lamented. We
all convened in the front room and talked. Luke kept snapping the stack
of underwear waistbands that were stretched across his stomach, "I have
to wait until I'm in bed and put on all my underpants like this. And
only because my mom and dad are out of town for the weekend can I go
around the house like this."
"So, what have you been doing in the meantime?" I asked Luke.
"My Mom and Dad are getting really pissed off," Luke said.
"Sometimes I pee and poop my pants on purpose and tell them that I
won't use the toilet anymore, even if I'm not wearing diapers. I figure
she'll get tired of my smelly clothes and me leaving wet spots all over
the house and will put me in diapers just to keep the house clean and
save her sanity."
"Has it worked?" Tony asked.
"Not yet," Luke replied. "Mom's thinking of sending me to a
psychologist, and my Dad's spanked me a couple of times for it. I'd
show you the marks, but, well, I have too much underwear on to take off
and it's full of shit anyway."
"Well, then let's get you into some real diapers," I suggested,
holding up my bag. I unzipped it and pulled out one of the diapers. It
was a Thickies, too. Luke was drooling as he begged me to hand the
diaper to him. He snatched the diaper out of my hand and he held it
over his underwear and rubbed it back and forth across his bulging fly
front.
"Ahh yes, real diapers at last!" he exclaimed. "Diaper me, diaper
me, diaper me now!" he begged.
All of us went into Luke's bedroom. Before he took off his stack
of underpants, he told us to wait while he took a piss in them. We all
watched as he stood there and let his pee stream out into his briefs.
After he peed it soaked through to his outer pairs and started dripping
down into his plastic pants, forming a puddle in the crotch.
"I'm not using the toilet this weekend, no matter what!" Luke
said defiantly.
"We'll make sure you don't have to," I said. Luke then began
stripping off his wet underwear. I counted each pair he took off. He
was wearing fourteen pairs of underwear as it turned out. The last few
were heavily stained with poop, as expected. It was fresh poop as I
could tell by the odor. He had a hard-on as he anticipated getting
diapered. He then put the soiled underwear in a bucket and set it
aside.
"How long ago was your cousin here?" I asked Luke.
"It's been awhile," he said. "Nathan needs another diaper change,
so he's probably going to stop by one more time tonight."
"Great," I thought. I looked at Nathan and I could see that his
diaper was swollen up and the back was sagging from the weight of his
poop. It wasn't a Thickies diaper, so it was thinner than the
disposable diapers that I had gotten used to seeing.
"Any idea when he'll be back?" I asked Luke.
"No, he's supposed to check on us at random, just to make sure
we're staying out of trouble, and to change Luke's diaper for him."
"Are you staying out of trouble?" Tony asked him.
"After you get me diapered, hell no!" Luke answered.
I grabbed my bag and brought it into Luke's bedroom. I told him
to lie down on Nathan's changing pad and relax while Tony and I did the
rest. As he lay there with his poopy bottom staring at us I asked
Nathan to grab his wipes. We used several of these to get Luke's butt
clean and ready for diapering. Once we had the poop off his butt I
could see the red marks where Luke had been spanked by his father. How
pathetic I thought it was for Luke to be punished for wanting to wear
diapers, especially after his parents used to let him wear them. I had
to feel sorry for the kid.
Luke's dick was stretched upward as far as it could go and Luke
couldn't wait any longer to feel the thick soft cloth of the diapers to
enshroud him. I used several regular diapers on Luke and pinned them up
heavily, doing the same thing my sisters had been doing for almost four
years now. He was smiling ear to ear as he watched Tony and me diaper
him up. We figured he had waited long enough and we wanted to make sure
the wait was worth it, so we diapered him as thickly as possible.
"And now, the good stuff," I said as I brought out the Thickies
diaper that I had brought along. Luke was rubbing his crotch and his
eyes were wide open as he anticipated the additional thickness and bulk
that the Thickies diaper would provide over his already massive stack
of diapers. He also enjoyed seeing the extra large, long diaper pins
that had to be used with Thickies diapers.
"Save it," I told Luke as he was wanting to jack off in the
diapers. "Wait until we're done." It took all the resistance he had to
keep his hands at his sides as Tony and I each pinned up one side of
the Thickies diaper. After he had his diapers on we both put the
plastic pants on him. He then got up and tried walking around.
"Damn, these are thick!" he said as he waddled and rubbed his
hands over his plastic pants. He then stuck his hands inside of the
plastic pants and rubbed his diapers. He ran his hands along each row
of diaper pins that graced his Thickies diaper.
"That's the way diapers are supposed to be," I said. "You like
'em?"
"I love 'em!" Luke exclaimed. He then looked down at his diaper-
clad stomach.
"I can't even see my feet, these diapers are so thick!" he said.
He then went over to his mirror and looked at himself. He then turned
around and looked behind him to look at his butt. He bent over and
started spanking himself.
"Oh God, yes! How great it is to be in diapers again!" Luke
exclaimed.
"Hey, let's do the spank test!" Tony said. Luke remained in his
bent-down position while all four of the rest of us-- Tony, Derek,
Nathan and myself-- all wailed on his behind. Being that Tony and I
were the biggest and the strongest, we hit the hardest. None of this
phased Luke.
"God, I'd just like to see my Dad spank me now!" Luke said. "Go
ahead Dad, spank my butt! I'm diapered!" he yelled.
"Spank my butt! Spank my butt!" Derek asked. He assumed the same
position and let all of us whack him on the rear. He, too, enjoyed
getting spanked and having four boys paying attention to his diapered
behind while he didn't have to feel the slightest amount of pain. The
sound of four hands slapping his padded bottom at the same time rang
throughout the room.
"My turn! My turn!" I yelled. I let the four other boys spank my
butt and try to make me feel the pain, but my diapers cushioned their
hands from making any impact on my bare buttocks buried in diapers
several inches below the surface of my plastic pants. I was getting
hard thinking about all the attention my butt was getting from the four
other boys.
"My hand's getting tired," Nathan said. He examined it and it was
red at this point. "You can spank me now."
"Uhhh, you don't have the protection that we do," Luke said.
"Besides, you need to be changed and we don't want your shit flying
everywhere."
"Can you diaper me in cloth diapers?" Nathan asked.
"No, because Eric will see you wearing them and wonder where the
hell they came from. Eric's my cousin, by the way."
"How old is he?" I asked.
"Seventeen."
"What are you going to do when he comes over?" I asked Luke,
seeing that he would have absolutely no way to hide the fact that he
had diapers on.
"I haven't thought about that," Luke said. "I'll be in deep shit
if I'm caught in these diapers."
"You'll be in deep shit anyway," I said. "Next time you have to
poop, it's going in those diapers!"
Luke picked up his bucket full of piss-drenched briefs and took
them out to the washing machine. He opened the dryer and tossed out
several pairs of underwear that he had washed, pairs that he had peed
and pooped in earlier in the day. He then transferred another load of
freshly washed undies from the washing machine to the dryer. He then
tossed the soiled pairs that he had just taken off into the washing
machine and added some bleach and detergent.
"I'm having to rotate my underwear," Luke explained. "Every time
I pee I have to change, so I hold it until I really have to go so I
don't have to keep taking them off and changing them all the time."
"At least you can still hold it," I said to Luke. "Once you've
been in diapers awhile you start to untrain yourself."
Luke then packed up his clean, dry underwear and carried it to
his room. He stuffed it into his underwear drawer, which I noticed was
empty.
"I'm using every pair I have," he said. "I divided it into three
sets of fourteen pairs." With this, he tossed fourteen pairs of boys'
briefs into his underwear drawer. Surprisingly, they were still white
with only trace amounts of poop stain damage in the crotch.
"Hey Nathan, why don't you and Derek go play some games awhile,"
Luke said.. The two younger boys compliantly left the room. Luke then
closed the door and then he lay on his bed.
"Sorry, but I felt they'd better be out of the room for this,"
Luke said. He then began to vigorously rub himself.
"Hold it!" I said. Luke stopped and looked surprised that I would
ask him to stop.
"Want some help?" I offered.
"Sure," he said. "What are you gonna do?"
"This!" I said. I hopped up on his bed and got up on top of him.
I sat down on the front of his diapers with my butt facing him. All he
could see in front of him were the massive white diapers that my
backside was donning.
"Thought you might like a little visual aid," I suggested.
"It helps," Luke said. He then looked over at Tony, who was
standing there watching, looking like he was wanting to be part of the
action, too.
"Nothing against you, Tony. Your butt looks nice in diapers, too,
but Chris is wearing a lot more diapers and his are a lot thicker,
too."
"I understand," Tony said. "I don't mind being a spectator."
I began to scoot my butt back and forth over Luke's thick
diapers. It felt different feeling his cloth diapers up against mine
since I was used to the feel of Tony's disposable diaper. I felt like I
was jacking off a pillow with the amount of diapers Luke had on. I
increased my speed and started making up rhymes as I went along,
drawing from my existing repertoire of diaper-related phrases. Tony
rubbed himself while he watched me help Luke enjoy wearing his diapers.
"Diapers are on my ass, they're big and full of mass, they filter
my fart gas, they're full of shit, but you can't smell it, they're so
thick and they're all around my dick, my diapers are white, they're
quite a sight, I wear them day and night, they're on really tight,
there's no smell, because I'm padded so well, diapers I love to wear,
it makes my sisters stare, my butt isn't bare, wearing pants is rare,
they're as thick as a hundred pairs, of underwears..."
Luke was having an orgasm at this point and after he let out a
few moans and groans he asked me to stop. His face was red and he was
sweating and breathing hard.
"Can you come yet?" I asked Luke. I knew he was probably too
young for this. I knew I was young for being able to do it myself.
"I can make it tingle, but nothing comes out," Luke said while he
was still panting. "I'm not about to check with all the diapers I have
to take off."
"It'll happen one of these days," I assured him.
"Thanks," he said.
Tony wanted to help me out, so while Luke rested from his orgasm
I took his spot on the bed. I felt a warm spot where his body had been
on the bed. Tony got up on top of me and finished me off. His diaper
was only wet and not poopy, but I still enjoyed looking at his white-
diapered butt, and since I was so close to coming anyway Tony didn't
have to work very hard to bring me to orgasm. He then rolled onto his
back and I took my position on top of him and helped him to goo up his
diaper.
It didn't occur to us until we heard a car with a bad muffler
running outside that someone was there. At this time Derek and Nathan
both came running into the room.
"Eric's here! Eric's here!" Nathan shouted.
"Shit! Hide in the closet!" Luke exclaimed. Quickly, Derek, Tony
and I all crammed into what little space there was in the closet. Derek
sat down on the floor while I stood in front of him with my diapered
butt in his face. Tony stood in front of me. Luke shut the door and the
three of us waited in silence. He turned off his light and pretended
like he had gone to bed.
Derek, Tony and I listened outside the closet door. We heard Eric
come into the house.
"Where's Luke?" he asked Nathan.
"He went to bed," Nathan said.
"Saturday night, home alone, I don't think so," Eric countered
skeptically.
"He was tired, all right?" Nathan countered back, but he didn't
make it sound very convincing. A moment later we heard Eric come into
the bedroom and turn the light on.
"Well, what have we here?" he said.
"Turn the light off, Eric, I'm not feeling well," Luke said to
his cousin, trying to sound sleepy, but Eric apparently wasn't buying
it.
"Come check out the new amp I put on my car stereo," he said.
"I'll listen to it later," Luke said. Eric appeared to be onto
him and was trying to lure him to come out of his bed and expose his
diapers.
"Why can't you get out of bed?" Eric asked him.
"I just don't feel like it," Luke moaned as he feigned lethargy.
"What are you wearing?" Eric asked.
"Underpants and a shirt, why's that any of your business?" Luke
asked defensively.
You think I've never seen you in your underwear?" Eric said.
"No," Luke answered. "So why do you want to know?"
Suddenly I heard the sound of covers being yanked off of the bed. I
could only imagine what Luke looked like lying there wearing diapers.
"My, what big diapers you have, Luke!" Eric exclaimed. Luke was
speechless.
"I figured as much," he said. "Now tell me where you got those
diapers?"
"I uhh, I bought them," he said.
"Uncle Ron must have given you a big raise in your allowance,"
Eric said. "That's a lot of diapers you're wearing."
"How would you know what they cost?" Luke said.
"I've heard Aunt Kay talk about how much Nathan's diapers cost.
Look, I know somebody brought you those diapers, and I have a feeling
it's your diaper friend who lives around here."
Luke admitted to defeat and realized that Eric was way ahead of
him. He told Eric, "someone brought them to me."
"You sure did a damn good job putting them on," Eric said. "I
know Nathan couldn't do it. If he could, I wouldn't be here changing
his diapers. I'm betting that kid who brought you the diapers put them
on you, too."
"No, I did," Luke said to Eric.
"Try again," Eric pressed for the truth.
"Okay, the guy who brought them diapered me," Luke said. "You
caught me wearing diapers. You knew I was going to try wearing them, so
I hope you're satisfied. Now change Nathan before his diaper leaks."
"I'm not done yet," Eric said.
"This whole thing is stupid!" Luke said. "You coming over to
change Nathan and keeping his diapers! Go ahead, tell my Mom and Dad!
Tell then that I was wearing diapers! They probably knew I was going to
get diapers, so you might as well get it over with! I'm tired of asking
them if I can wear diapers!"
"What's this kid's name?" Eric asked, ignoring Luke's tirade.
"What's it matter?" Luke said.
"It's Chris, right?" Eric said.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. Was this guy a damn psychic or
something.
"I bet he's here in this house, too, right now," Eric said.
"No, he's not, he left a long time ago."
"Sure he did," Eric said, immediately dismissing Luke's
statement. I figured for sure he'd come over to the closet and catch
the three of us crouched down. While I was standing there I felt
another big fart getting ready to blast out my butthole. The aftermath
of the burritos was not over with. I felt the gases in my intestines
churning. It was going to be a big one. There was no way to predict
whether a fart was going to be silent or not. All I knew was that a big
one was coming. I couldn't hold it in much longer and it would be
coming out.
"Please be silent, please be silent," I desperately thought to
myself as I felt the fart forming just behind my sphincter muscle. I
hoped to release it in small amounts so that my butt wouldn't announce
to Eric that I was there. Then at last came the fart: PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-
PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF!!!
It was hardly a silent fart! It came out loud and juicy, muted
only a little by my thick diapers. The fart blew bubbles in the layer
of shit coating my buttocks. As my butt was pressed up against Derek's
nose, he got a potent dose of my anal aroma. It was loud enough to be
heard by Eric.
"What was that?" Eric asked.
"What was what?" Luke replied.
"I heard someone fart, and it wasn't you, because it came from
over there."
"It's fart ventriloquism," Luke said, trying to make light of the
situation.
"Oh yeah, right," Eric said. He then walked over to the closet
and opened the door. There he saw us three boys crammed into the closet
like sardines, all of us in diapers and T-shirts just like Luke.
"Good evening, gentlemen," Eric said to us. "Why don't you step
out for some fresh air?" The smell of my big fart wafted out of the
closet. Eric confronted us and stared at our diapers.
"So, you guys are the Pampers purveyors, I see," he said.
"These are Thickies, not Pampers," Derek said as he pointed to
his massive diapers. Eric didn't care what Derek was wearing.
"Look, uhh, it was nice meeting you, Eric, but well, uhh, we'd
better get going," I said nervously.
"Go ahead, leave, I already got the evidence I needed," he said
confidently.
"What, you're going to tell my Mom and Dad, go ahead!" Luke said.
"They're going to lose this battle over me wearing diapers yet!"
"What do you think they'll say when they find out that you
invited these guys over?"
"How are they gonna know?" Luke challenged his cousin. Eric
quickly produced a small camera from his jacket pocket. The fact that
he had a jacket on was reason enough to be suspicious of him. In an
instant he took a snapshot of all of us wearing diapers. There was no
flash and the camera hardly made the slightest click.
"Smile, you're on candid camera!" he said with a laugh as he
tucked the camera back into his pocket. "Wait'll Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay
see this!"
"My Mom and Dad put you up to all this, didn't they?" Luke said.
"That's not all," Eric said. He pulled back his jacket and
revealed a small device resembling a tape recorder that was mounted to
the inside pocket.
"What's that thing?" I asked him.
"Look behind your bed," Eric told Luke. Luke was surprised to see
that a small black cylindrical device had been mounted to the back of
his bedpost where it was out of view.
"You fucking bugged my room!" Luke exclaimed. At this moment Eric
stopped the tape on his recorder and rewound it a little ways, making
monkey-chatter noise.
"You fucking bugged my room!" crackled Luke's voice through the
tinny-sounding speaker of the small recorder.
"Is it live, or is it Memorex?" Eric said. "I'll bet Aunt Kay
will be proud to hear her little boy saying naughty words like that!"
Eric rewound the tape some more. It had picked up the sounds of
us diaper-butt-jacking-off each other. It picked me up saying all my
little diaper rhymes. Nathan and Derek thought they sounded funny as
they heard me saying things like, "diapers are on my ass, they're big
and full of mass." He let it play to the point where Luke was having
his orgasm and asked me to stop.
"You're weird, Chris, I know I'm probably not the first person to
tell you that," Eric said to me.
"You're not, but I don't give a fuck," I said, trying to play it
cool.
Eric then went over to Luke's bed and worked on dismounting the
bug device. Eric then dropped the device on the floor and he was busy
rooting around underneath Luke's bed to find it. As it was round, it
had rolled to the center.
"Dammit, where the hell did it go?!" Eric grumbled. While he was
trying to find the device, his jacket pocket was lying flat on the
floor and the strap to his camera was sticking out. In a brave move,
Nathan grabbed a hold of the camera. Eric's loose jacket made it so
that grabbing the camera didn't tug on the pocket and Eric was
completely oblivious to what had happened. All five of us diapered boys
looked at each other and silently acknowledged amongst ourselves our
victory.
"Son of a bitch!" Eric cursed some more. This allowed us a few
more seconds to decide what to do now. Tony took the camera and opened
it up, removing the special miniature film cartridge that was in it.
"Put it back in his pocket," I whispered to Nathan. With the film
out of the camera, Nathan surreptitiously tucked the camera back into
Eric's pocket. Luke had since then hidden the film elsewhere in his
room. We had no easy way to get the tape away from Eric, but at least
we got the film. Eric finally found the bugging device and got back up.
"Did my Mom and Dad put you up to this?" Luke asked.
"No, they just wanted me to check on you guys and change Nathan's
diapers, but I figured you'd try something and I thought I'd have some
fun with it. They wanted me to stay here with you guys, but since I
have ways to watch you guys without being here, I said, 'fuck that', I
have better things to do than to babysit you guys!"
"Were you just like, sitting outside listening in on us?" I asked
Eric.
"I was home. This thing has like a one mile range. I could
probably bug your house and listen to all the shit you do in your room
every night."
"I live more than a mile away from here," I told him, not that he
seemed to care. Eric went out to his car and grabbed a diaper for
Nathan. While he was out in his car Luke explained to us that Eric was
an electronics buff, and hacking and espionage were two of his big
hobbies.
"I should have known," Luke lamented. He then got up and examined
the film that came from Eric's spy camera.
"How are we going to destroy this?" Luke said as he looked at the
film.
"No, don't destroy it!" I stopped Luke. "I'd like to see what's
on it!"
"Me, too!" Nathan said.
"Me, too!" Derek added.
"How are we gonna develop that film?" Tony asked, seeing that it
was not a standard type of film.
"Easy," I said. "Aaron's sister can develop it for us."
Eric came back into the house with a fresh diaper for Nathan. He
took Nathan into his room and changed him. Eric complained during the
diaper change, telling Nathan that he's too old for diapers and that at
his age he should be able to change himself.
"Disgusting!" Eric said. "I'm glad you're not my brother."
When Eric was done he tossed the dirty diaper into Luke's
bedroom.
"Here, you deal with this," he said as he went out the door. "See
you in the morning, twerps."
"What an asshole!" I said. "I'm glad I don't have any cousins
like that."
"I'd better take these diapers off and give them back to you,"
Luke said.
"No, leave 'em on!" I said.
"My cousin's going to get me busted."
"Fuck your cousin!" Tony said.
"Uhhh, I'll pass, thank you," Luke said. I thought about my
cousin Suzy in this context, hypothetically, of course. Granted, she
was good-looking and I enjoyed it when she changed my diapers, but,
well, I won't go there.
"Wear your diapers, make a statement! Take a stand!" I said,
encouraging Luke to defend his desire to wear diapers.
Tony and I decided that we'd better be heading back to his house.
It was after curfew now, and the last thing we needed was to get caught
wearing diapers out on the streets after hours. Before we took off,
Tony grabbed the film cartridge from Eric's camera. Being that all of
us were in diapers, nobody had any pockets, not even on our shirts.
Because of this, I took the film cartridge and I put it in the bag I
brought along to transport the diapers for Luke.
"Thanks for the diapers," Luke said as he escorted us to the
door.
"We'll stop by tomorrow," I told Luke as we left.
Forever In Diapers, Parts 101-110