FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 11
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After I got home from school that day, Mom had called from work.
Lisa picked up the phone and received some instructions from Mom. After
a few "okay"'s and "uh-huh"'s, Lisa hung up the phone and came up to
me.
"Mom says for you to take all your stuff from your drawers and
empty it out, your closet, too," Lisa said.
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because the guys from the furniture store are coming to take
away your old bed and your old dresser," Lisa said. "She said they'd be
here at 4:00, so you need to get going on it."
"Okay, but why my closet?" I asked.
"The painter and wallpaper guys are coming at 5:00," Lisa said.
"So you need to get your stuff out of the closets since they're going
to paint the doors and everything in there."
"What about my desk?" I asked.
"Mom didn't say anything about that," Lisa said. "She just said
to get all your diapers and your shirts and socks and all your toys,
and just bring them out here in the living room for now."
Before I began moving things out from my bedroom, I was taken in
there for my after-school diapering. I lay on the floor, looking at my
bed, my dresser and the now plain walls. Lisa pulled my pants off and
revealed my diaper, very wet and puffed out in the front as it always
was. It was also filled with poop. Lisa changed me out of my wet and
messy disposable diaper and then she started pinning on my cloth
diapers, while Cindy wrote the appropriate information in the tracking
log.
I hadn't thought about it until now that there would be total
strangers in the house later today. These people were blue-collar,
hard-working men. What would they think of seeing a twelve-year-old boy
in diapers? I asked Lisa if I could wear my diapers thinner and have my
pants on just this one time, at least until the workers left for the
evening.
"Sorry," Lisa said as she ceremoniously folded up my pants and
handed them to Cindy, who immediately left from my room with them. She
then left the house to go visit Gina this afternoon. Lisa proceeded
with the remaining diapers, ensuring that the expected visitors would
see that I was very well-diapered.
"What do you think those guys will say to me?" I asked Lisa.
"Dunno," she said. "But if I know furniture movers and
construction workers, they'll get a good laugh out of seeing you when
they go down to the bar with their buddies and knock back a couple cold
ones and talk about it."
"Great," I thought, not that I really cared what anyone sitting
in a bar thought about me, likely to forget about it, anyway, by the
time he sobered up the next day.
I began emptying out my drawers, carrying stack after stack of
diapers out to the living room, setting them on the couch. I never
realized that I had so many diapers until I saw them all out in the
open, with tall stacks of diapers spanning the entire couch! I brought
all of my disposable diapers out, too, including two large packages
that hadn't yet been opened, and about eight loose disposable diapers.
Cotton seemed to think that my cloth diapers made a good, soft bed as
he settled himself down onto some of them and went to sleep, resting
his little feline head on top of the thick, white fluffy material that
nearly matched his furry coat. Cotton was oblivious to the fact that
the diapers he was lying on had been peed in and pooped in many times,
not that he or other cats would likely care.
I set my diapering supplies, such as my powder and pins, on the
end table. I also brought the changing pad out and set it under the
coffee table. I brought out my plastic pants and set them into a couple
stacks on the couch, momentarily waking Cotton as I placed the plastic
pants in front of him. Next came my shirts and socks, which I had to
set on the floor beneath the couch. My pants were locked away somewhere
in Lisa's and Cindy's room. Lisa stripped my bed of its sheets and
brought them out, along with my pillows. My sheets were still free of
pee stains since Lisa and Cindy always diapered me up enough each night
that leaks were never a problem.
Next, I went into my bedroom to get all of my toys and other
worldly belongings that I didn't want to momentarily be without. The
hardest part was dismantling my Lego town that had occupied an entire
corner of my room for the last few years. While I was in my bedroom
Betty stopped by.
"What are all of Chris' diapers doing out here?" Betty asked as
she looked at the stacks of diapers on the couch, requiring her to take
a seat in Dad's recliner.
"Oh, Chris is getting toilet trained again," Lisa joked. "We're
getting rid of his diapers."
"You can't be serious!" Betty said in complete surprise, thinking
that Lisa was serious. "After what you told me today about his bedroom
and all that, and--"
Betty then stopped talking and she looked at me as I entered the
living room, carrying out some of my favorite toys. Seeing that I was
diapered the way she was used to seeing me diapered, Betty was very
well assured that I was not about to be re-toilet trained any time soon
and that my diapers were most definitely here to stay.
"I'm just kidding, Betty," Lisa told her friend.
"I figured you were," Betty replied. "If Chris gave up his
diapers, that'd make national news."
I gave Betty a little smile as I agreed with her statement. She
then helped me move some of my stuff.
"So what are you moving all your stuff out of your room for?"
Betty asked me.
"They're taking away my bed and my old drawers, and they're gonna
redo the walls and put new carpet in, too," I said. "So I have to get
all my stuff out of there while they work on it."
Betty then took off back for home a few minutes later. At about
4:00, the furniture movers came by. I went into the kitchen to do my
homework, hoping to remain out of their sight. I scooted my chair out
from the table, just enough for me to peek around the corner. The
furniture movers looked about like what I expected, two big, burly men,
complete with rough, scraggly beards. Lisa showed them where my bedroom
was and the items therein to be removed.
I listened as an electric drill whirred from my bedroom as the
men were removing the screws that held my bed frame together. I then
saw one of the men take the headboard, followed by the frame itself
with the other guy carrying it to the truck. Then both of them carried
out the two mattresses, one at a time. The mattresses, like my sheets,
were perfectly good and contained no pee stains. I didn't even have a
waterproof cover to protect the mattress as my thick diapers handled
this well enough. I just hoped that the items to replace my bed and my
drawers would be just as good, if not better.
While the door was opened, Cotton scampered outside to get away
from the commotion. The men came back inside one more time to get my
drawers. After they went out the door I ran to the window to watch them
load the drawers into the back of the truck. I felt some sadness,
realizing that my old bed and drawers carried more sentimental value
than I realized. It was still good furniture and I could only hope that
wherever it was going it would be put to good use. One of the men then
returned to the house. I heard him talking to Lisa.
"So, did the crib and the changing table come yet?" Lisa asked
them.
"I have no idea, ma'am," the guy told Lisa. "We were just called
out to come haul off your furniture."
"Thanks," she said.
"You have a good day," he said as the door closed. I got up and
watched Lisa go into the bathroom. I went back to the window to watch
the truck drive away. It was still parked there for a couple minutes. I
leaned across the couch, the sun shining in on the stacks of my diapers
and making things very bright beneath my eyes. As I stared out the
window, I saw Cotton hop into the back of the truck! The back of the
truck hadn't been closed yet, and apparently the furniture moving guys
didn't see this. The driver's partner had gone up to the front of the
truck for some reason before closing the back.
Lisa was in the bathroom, so I couldn't ask her to run out and
tell the guys that our cat hopped into the back of their truck! I was
in a desperate predicament. I hoped Lisa would come out of the
bathroom, but time was running out as I saw the man come to the back of
the truck and shut the door!
"Shit!" I exclaimed. I didn't want to see them drive off with
Cotton trapped in the back of the truck! All I had on were my diapers
and a shirt, but making sure our cat was okay was much more important
to me. I ran out the front door, through the front yard and to the
front of the truck, just as it was being started up. I knocked on the
passenger's side door. The guy rolled down his window and looked at me
staring up at him. I could tell from the way his eyes were positioned
that he was staring at my thick diapers bulging out around my loins.
"My cat's in the back of your truck!" I said, hoping that my
voice could be heard over the truck's noisy engine.
"You think so?" he said.
"I saw him hop up in it, and then the other guy closed it!"
He turned to his partner and explained what had happened. The
truck's ignition was shut off and the driver got back out. I followed
him to the back of the truck and watched him open it up. I was hoping
Cotton would leap right out and he'd be safe, but he was nowhere to be
seen.
"You sure about this, kid?" the man said to me, again taking
another glance at my fully conspicuous diapered state.
"I'm telling you, my cat jumped up in the back of your truck!" I
bellowed desperately.
The man didn't seem convinced, and I was getting concerned if he
even cared. He probably wasn't thinking the same way I was thinking,
but I sure as hell would not have come running out to the street in
just my diapers to talk to two brawny furniture movers about a cat that
leaped into their truck if I didn't mean it!
"Here, kitty kitty kitty!" the man shouted into the truck. There
was no sign of the cat being in there. I was ready to cry.
"Sorry, son, but I'm afraid your cat's not in there," he said
after both he and I called for Cotton a couple more times. "If we find
him, we'll make sure he stays with us and we'll bring him back to you."
That wasn't a good enough answer for me. I wanted my cat back
now! The truck was full of other furnishings, and it was dark, too.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar "meow!"
"That's him!" I exclaimed. "He's in there!"
"Can I climb up in there and look?" I asked the man.
"Sure, go ahead," he said. I stuck my diapered rear end towards
him as I tried to get up into the truck. The man then gave me a boost,
pushing on my padded backside. I started rummaging through the various
items, including my dismantled bed and my drawers, to which I paid them
my final homage.
Lisa came out from the house to find out what was going on. She
looked at me as I had made my way towards the other end of the truck. I
finally located Cotton by spotting his eyes as they appeared to glow
from the light outside.
"There you are!" I said as I picked him up. He was crouched down
in the corner, scared as ever. He meowed as I picked him up and carried
him back through the truck. I felt so much better now. I handed Cotton
to Lisa and got back down from the truck. We thanked the man as he
closed the back of the truck and then left. I was so relieved that we
had Cotton back that I didn't even think about the fact that I was
standing on the sidewalk in diapers! At that time a group of boys and
girls on their bikes went riding by, no doubt getting a good look at my
diapered butt.
"Look, he's wearing diapers!" came a voice from one the girls
after they all passed. They then circled around the front of the truck
to the other side of the street, and then came back by our house again
to get another look at me while I was going back into the house
carrying Cotton with me. I could hear them all laughing and calling me
"diaper butt."
Later in the day I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing up
my homework thinking about what had happened the day. It wasn't until
now that I realized how embarrassed I should have been standing there
in front of those furniture guys in my diapers. I would have felt far
worse had Cotton been driven away trapped in the back of that truck.
Lisa then came into the kitchen and showed me something that the
furniture guys found beneath the mattresses of my bed. It was one of my
spiral notebooks that contained various notes, stories and drawings
that I had made about wearing diapers. While Lisa and the rest of the
family knew how I felt about wearing diapers, I was embarrassed that
Lisa had seen what I had put down on paper regarding these thoughts. I
really didn't want Lisa to see this.
"Don't look at that, please," I asked her kindly, knowing that if
I made a big deal out of it she would never give it back.
"I wanna look at," she said, pulling the notebook away from me
and holding it above her head. I tried to leap up for it, but she was
too tall for me to reach as she kept it away from me.
"You could probably jump higher if you didn't have all those
diapers weighing you down," Lisa joked.
"Give it back," I asked her again.
"I wanna read what you wrote here, Chris," Lisa said.
"Then show me your diary," I asked her.
"No way, that's private!" Lisa said as she held the notebook
close to her large chest, clutched tightly in her hands.
"I've seen your diary before, remember?" I said.
"Unfortunately, yes, and no, you're not going to see it again!
It's even more private now!"
"Well, so is that," I said, pointing to my notebook. "Come on,
Lisa, respect my privacy!"
"Privacy?" Lisa said as she laughed. "What privacy? You have no
need for privacy, Chris!"
"How so?" I asked Lisa, seeing that she was not about to yield to
my request that she give me the notebook.
"Well, you're always in just your diapers, for one thing," Lisa
started, "so it's not like you ever have to worry about being seen
undressed because, well, as far as we're concerned, you're dressed,
even though all you have on is your diapers. You don't ever have to use
the bathroom, that's pretty obvious by now, and we all see the kinds of
messes you leave in your diapers and clean them up, too, so we see you
naked every day, too. Betcha didn't realize how much of your privacy
you lost when we put you in diapers for good."
"Okay," I said to Lisa, seeing that she had several valid points,
although I didn't feel that it entitled her to see the kinds of things
that I had drawn and written about my feelings for wearing diapers.
"But some of that stuff in there is, well, stuff that I don't
want anyone else to see," I said to Lisa.
"Oh come on, Chris!" Lisa said. "We all know what you do in your
diapers besides pee and poop in them! We know how you feel about
wearing diapers, so that's no secret, either. Hopefully your crib won't
bang up against the wall like your headboard does when you--"
"Lisa!" I shouted at her as she snickered, knowing that she was
embarrassing me by acknowledging that I jacked off in my diapers while
thinking about them. Lisa stood to my side and put her arm around my
neck and looked at me.
"You're a twelve-year-old boy, Chris," Lisa said to me. "It's
normal, it's natural, just that most other boys do this sort of thing
with a Playboy or a Penthouse-- and you do it with your own little
musings and anecdotes and drawings and doodlings about boys who wear
diapers, that's all."
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 12
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I felt there was no point now in trying to keep the notebook away
from her since she pretty much knew what all was inside it. She
mentioned that she glanced through it while watching the furniture
guys. Because the cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, I
conceded and let Lisa look at it. Strangely enough, I was now becoming
excited inside of my diapers by letting Lisa see what all I had
written. I was starting to feel better about not having to keep this
all a secret, seeing that it really wasn't a secret anyway.
"You're a good writer, Chris," Lisa said. "You really are. You
choose very vivid, descriptive words about your diapers."
"Thanks," I said. "Who'll ever read it, though?" I asked Lisa.
"Well, I'm sure Tony's read these with you. Maybe Bryce would
like to read them. I'm reading them."
"What do you think of it?" I asked her.
"Well, let's just say that it's-- interesting, the way you must
think about wearing diapers, at least what you write about them."
I stood nervously next to Lisa as she continued looking at my
notes, stories and drawings. I hoped she'd decide that she had seen
enough and would hand it back, but she was probably curious to see what
all was in it. She turned to the back section that contained mostly
drawings (it was a two-subject notebook with a divider in it.)
"These boys that you drew in here are wearing even thicker
diapers than what you wear, Chris," Lisa said as she pointed out to me
some of the drawings and patted my butt. I even drew a Thickies diaper
ad based on how I envisioned that they would look. I drew a boy that
was supposed to be me, while standing next to a girl who was supposed
to be Lisa.
"Is this supposed to be us, you and me?" Lisa asked me.
"Uh yeah, sort of," I said.
"My butt's not *that* big, you know," Lisa said, seeing that I
had exaggerated this particularly prominent feature of her body. I had
depicted Lisa wearing tight blue jeans to contrast her against the
appearance of my proportionally larger behind, made up mostly from the
diapers that I was wearing.
"You're a good artist, too," Lisa added. She then started reading
some of the mock ad copy that I wrote, starting with the header that I
wrote in big letters:
YOU DON'T CALL YOUR BROTHER THE "LITTLE SHIT" FOR NOTHING
"That's for sure," Lisa said with a chuckle. She continued
reading it:
Face it, girls, boys will be boys, they can be bratty and downright
bothersome! You call him "the little shit" for a good reason, and it's
not just what comes out of his mouth that bothers you-- it's what comes
out of his BUTT. That's why we created THICKIES. THICKIES are very,
very thick cloth diapers made just for boys who like to poop in
diapers, just like your little brother (or maybe your big brother). The
name says it all, we ain't talkin' ultra trim diapers, here! THICKIES
are made entirely with TWELVE (count em!) TWELVE super-absorbent layers
of cotton for an all-around thickness that only THICKIES can achieve.
Plus, they feature six more ADDITIONAL layers in the front and the
seat, right where it's needed the most. THICKIES feature a wider crotch
to prevent those nasty leaks and spills that may get onto the furniture
and the floor when he wears conventional diapers. You use the same
furniture that your brother does, so you can be sure that wherever he
sits, he won't leave behind his shits!
THICKIES also feature a higher rise than conventional diapers to
provide them with more capacity to handle even your brother's messiest
shits. The high rise also makes THICKIES more prominent and visible on
your brother when he wears them. They go so high that his pants can't
keep them from showing, not that we expect any boy to be able to wear
his pants over them anyway, since THICKIES are so thick! Your brother
will be proud to let you and everyone in the family see how much he
likes to be thickly diapered in his THICKIES. He'll want to show them
off, which is just as well since he won't have a choice! Your brother's
THICKIES diapers will stay on tightly and securely since they come with
jumbo-sized extra long pins that are made specially for THICKIES. These
pins go on tightly and stay in place, no matter how active your brother
is! Or, if he's the independent type who can handle his own diaper
changes, THICKIES also come in a pull-on style. They go on just like
underwear, and they feature an extra wide, extra strong waistband and
legbands. The waistband even has a red stripe around it, just like on
boys' briefs.
You can be assured that with THICKIES, your brother will literally keep
his shit to himself! You may still smell it, but you sure won't have to
see it, and with the extra capacity and absorbency of THICKIES, you
won't have to change him as often, either. THICKIES are also easier to
change, too. You only have to use just one diaper on him instead of
twelve, but what a diaper it is! And who's to say that he can't wear
more than one THICKIES at a time? Did we mention that your brother can
also wet in his THICKIES diapers, too? Get your brother into the THICK
of things! Put some THICKIES on him today! Every day!
"Very cute," Lisa said when she finished reading it.
"You really think it's cute?" I asked Lisa nervously.
"Coming from you and your depraved, warped diaper- obsessed
little mind, yes, it is," Lisa said to me. "It's weird, but it's cute."
Lisa then handed me the notebook and then I took it back into my
room, which now sat nearly empty, containing only my desk and its
accompanying chair, and some bookshelves. I went to my desk drawer and
tossed the notebook in there along with several other notebooks that
contained various notes and sketches that reflected my truest and most
intimate feelings about wearing diapers. Lisa was surprised, and then
not-so-surprised, that I had several other notebooks like the one she
had looked at.
At about this time it was time for Lisa to check my diapers and
report their condition in the tracking log. I felt that Lisa had gained
a greater level of understanding about my feelings for wearing diapers
and I felt more comfortable about letting her examine my diapers close
up. It seemed that perhaps she had some similar feelings of her own,
that she enjoyed diapering me and seeing me wear them. I think she got
the most gratification from the fact that she didn't have to wear them
herself.
A few minutes later, at around 5:00, the man who was to come over
to do the walls in my bedroom showed up. I returned to the kitchen,
hoping he wouldn't see me in my diapers. I took my seat at the table
where I resumed my homework. I listened in on the exchange of small
talk between Lisa and the worker. He seemed more personable than the
other guys who were here earlier.
"Got a baby on the way, eh?" he asked Lisa, seeing what the plans
for my bedroom called for.
"Well, yeah, you could say that," Lisa said, referring to me as
the "baby." The guy apparently assumed Lisa was pregnant, so he asked
her when she was due.
"Oh no, sorry, I didn't mean it that way, *I'm* not having a
baby," Lisa said as she laughed sheepishly. "It's for my little
brother."
"Ahh, I see," the painter said. "I've just become a father of
two, my wife just had a little boy. He's three weeks old today."
"That's good," Lisa said.
"How old's your little brother?" he asked Lisa.
"Uh, he just turned twelve," Lisa answered rather awkwardly.
"Twelve?" I heard the man ask her, sounding confused. "Twelve
days, weeks-- months?"
"Years," Lisa said.
"Really!" he said, sounding surprised. "Well, believe it or not,
this isn't the first time I've gone out to do a nursery motif for an
older boy's room, always boys, too, it seems."
"How many others have you done?" Lisa asked him.
"Let's see, I been doing painting and wallpaper for the last
three years since I been on my own, this is my fourth job like this,
first one in this area."
Lisa then offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. He
followed Lisa into the kitchen. He looked over at me sitting at the
table. Even though my bare legs were obscured from view by the darkness
beneath the table, he could plainly see that I had no pants on and was
wearing some very thick diapers.
"Hello there," he said as he nodded to me. I said "hi" in a shy
voice.
"So you're the baby that's getting the nursery, I see," he said.
He smiled at me, apparently admiring the way I looked in diapers. He
finished off the glass and then went to work. While I was working on my
math homework I needed to use my protractor, so I got up and went into
my room to get it from my desk. The man had been doing some
measurements and had dropped a plastic sheet over my desk. He looked at
me standing there in my diapers.
"Can I get something from my desk?" I asked him.
"Sure, just make sure it's covered up so I don't get any paint on
it," he said. I lifted the plastic and started rummaging through my
drawers, bent over as I searched for the protractor. I could tell that
the painter didn't take his eyes off of me while I was digging through
the drawers. It was at that time that I took a big and noisy, fart-
laden dump into my diapers. I remained in my bent-over position and let
the bowel movement finish. No doubt the man was convinced that I didn't
just wear diapers, but I also used them. I felt embarrassed that I
pooped so conspicuously in the man's presence. I went back to my
homework and sat down, feeling the load press up against my buttocks.
Later on, Mom and Dad were both home from their respective places
of work, and Cindy had come back home from visiting Gina. We all ate
dinner and talked about how my room was looking. The painter finished
his work for the night at about this time and told us that he would be
back tomorrow to apply the wallpaper.
During dinner, Lisa also brought up what had been found between
the mattresses of my bed before the rest of the family. Just when I was
getting to think that I could trust Lisa, she told my Mom and Dad as
well as Cindy about all the stories and drawings that I had made.
"Why did you tell them?" I asked Lisa.
"Why not? If I know about it, the rest of the family might as
well know, too. Besides, I told you that we all know what goes on in
your bedroom every night."
"Lisa, please, not at the dinner table," my father told her.
"I wanna see them!" Cindy asked. "What did you write about,
Chris?"
"Just some stories and drawings," I said, hoping to dismiss the
topic. "They're kind of dumb."
"They're good stories and drawings, Chris, why don't you show
them to everybody after we eat?"
I figured there was no point in withholding the stories and
drawings from the others in the family, so I went back to my room and
smelled the fresh paint on the walls. It was a light blue paint, very
boyish and youthful. I brought out the notebook and took it to Cindy.
She thumbed through it and laughed at all the things I had written and
drawn.
"Check this out!" Lisa said as she showed Cindy the mock Thickies
ad that I created. They both sat on the floor, being that the couch was
occupied by my diapers. Mom and Dad were each sitting in their chairs.
Lisa and Cindy chuckled as they read it together.
"What's so damn funny?" my Dad asked, irritated that my sisters
were laughing over the basketball game he was trying to watch on TV.
"Here, take a look at what Chris did!" Lisa said as she handed my
Dad the notebook. He swiped it from her hands and began reading the
mock Thickies advertisement. I thought Dad would flip just from seeing
that I wrote the word "shit" so many times. Apparently, this didn't
phase him as he continued to stare at the page. I went up to Dad and
stood next to him, feeling nervous and hoping he wouldn't tear it up or
throw it in the garbage, or worse yet, throw it in the fireplace and
take a match to it so that I couldn't retrieve it later on. Without any
comments, Dad handed it back to me.
"What did you think, Dad?" I asked him.
"Do what you want, Chris," my Dad said. "If this is how you want
to express your feelings about wearing diapers, fine, if it satisfies
you, great."
Mom was curious what I had been writing and drawing, so she asked
to see the notebook. I handed it to her and let her look at the
Thickies ad. She read it over, and then she turned to the other pages,
skimming over my other writings and looking at my drawings. I asked Mom
what she thought of it.
"Well, I'd rather you be doing this than looking at some girlie
mag, to be honest with you, Chris," my Mom said. "I'm sure writing and
drawing these things helps you release your feelings and thoughts about
wearing diapers."
"It does," I said. "You don't mind me doing this?"
"Not much I can do to stop you at this point if I wanted to," my
Mom said as she handed me the notebook.
"Your writing's good, too," my Mom told me. "I now know that you
can bring your English grade up since you seem to do just fine with
what you wrote here."
Just before bedtime, I was in need of a diaper change. I was
really wet and stinking by then. Since my room was in the middle of its
remodel, my bed was gone and all my diapers were out in the living
room, my diaper change was performed right there on the floor in front
of Mom and Dad.
"He's got the runs again!" Cindy announced loudly. "He's
definitely getting a good butt-diapering tonight!"
I was also going to take a bath, so after Cindy got me cleaned
off, I was forced to walk past Mom and Dad and my sisters completely
naked on my way to the bathroom. At least I got to take baths by myself
now. I remember being supervised by my sisters while I took my baths,
that way they could make sure that I didn't use the toilet, as being
banned from the toilet was considered part of my "diaper punishment"
back then. Now that everyone is convinced that I have no intentions
whatsoever of ever using a toilet again, they know I won't touch it
while I am in the bathroom.
When I returned from the bathroom I was dripping wet with a towel
around me. I stood before Cindy as she was already waiting to diaper
me, holding the powder in one of her hands. With her free hand she
pulled the towel off of me, instantly exposing my privates to her and
my undiapered behind to my Mom and Dad. The drapes to the large picture
window in the front room were drawn open, and anyone who may have been
watching outside would have gotten a good look at my naked body. I sat
down on the floor to get out of view of any possible peeping toms.
Since I was going to be sharing the bed with Cindy tonight, Cindy
insisted on doing my diaper change. She scooted the coffee table out of
the way and laid my changing pad down on the floor in its place.
"If Chris is going to share my bed with me, I want to make sure
he's good and diapered," Cindy said. "Especially since he's had the
runs today, again."
"Well, he always is very well diapered up," my Mom said.
"No, I mean *really* _good_ _and_ _DIA-PERED!_" Cindy said with
much emphasis.
"He's never had any leaks before," my Mom said.
"Well, he's sharing the bed with me, and I don't want to take
chances," Cindy said.
"I think you're just using this as an excuse to see how many
diapers you can put on him," my Mom said.
"That, too," Cindy said with a big smile.
Cindy then began diapering me. Within a few minutes she had
already pinned a dozen diapers on me and she kept adding more to the
enormous stack of diapers that engulfed my butt several times over. By
the time these diapers were on me Cindy had cleared enough space on the
couch for Lisa to sit down, which was a lot of space when you
considered how wide her butt is. Lisa took some notes for the tracking
log as she sat there.
"How many diapers have you put on him?" Lisa said. "I need to
know for the tracking log."
"Shoot, I lost count," Cindy said. She then had me spread my legs
all the way apart, not that they had too much farther to go in order to
attain a full spread. Cindy then began counting the layers of my
diapers in my crotch. She was counting them like they were rings on a
tree stump.
"Eighteen," she said. She then reached for another diaper from
one of the remaining stacks of diapers on the couch.
"That's enough diapers for Chris, more than enough diapers," my
Mom said. "Just remember, one of you has to take all those off of him
in the morning."
"Oh, okay, Mom," Cindy groaned, hoping she could just keep
diapering me until I was blue in the face. As tight and as big and as
bulky as the diapers were around me, I was surprised I wasn't, in fact,
blue in the face.
My plastic pants were fitted over my enormous diapers. Just for
good measure, Cindy put two more pairs of plastic pants on me. I
waddled around in my huge and bulging diapers for a few minutes more
until it was time for me to go to bed. Lisa and Cindy had each changed
into their night gowns and were ready for bed. I ran into my bedroom to
grab a white undershirt to wear to bed and then I joined my sisters in
their bedroom. Cindy pulled back the covers and told me to "get my
diapered butt into bed."
"Can I sleep on the outside?" I asked her.
"Why? It's not like you're going to get up for anything,
especially the bathroom," Cindy said. "I may have to, though, so it
makes more sense for me to be on the outside."
With this, I climbed into the bed. Cindy smacked my butt with her
hand just because she wanted to hear her hand go "whump" and listen to
how thick my diapers were. I then lay down, though with my butt rolling
around from the enormous diapers Cindy put on me it wasn't easy to
remain in one spot. Cindy then got into her bed with me. I felt so
awkward as I lay there thinking about the present situation.
"Could you move your leg?" Cindy asked me as I lay there with my
legs forced apart by the super thick diapers.
"I can't," I said. "My diapers are too thick for me to close my
legs."
"Well, try anyway," she said.
"This is it," I said. "Unless you thin my diapers down a little."
"I don't think so," Cindy said. "I'd rather put up with your cold
foot than your cold piss."
Cindy and I then got settled down. I decided to sleep on my
stomach since my butt was too roly-poly to allow me to remain still.
"Now, don't try any funny stuff tonight," Cindy said. Lisa
chuckled.
"What do you mean?" I asked, only to realize that I should have
just let it go, rather than act stupid about the remark.
"That thing that you boys seem to do all the time when you think
you're alone," Lisa said. With this, she turned out the light and
crawled into her own bed. I could hear her bed frame straining from her
body weight. I hoped the girls would go to sleep, but they stayed awake
and talked about girls' stuff for the longest time, things like all the
cute guys at school, other girls that I didn't know, their favorite
movie stars, the latest affairs that were unfolding in their soap
operas. I couldn't stand it much longer.
"Could you guys be quiet?" I asked them kindly. "I'm trying to
sleep."
"So are we," Lisa said. "We talk like this every night until we
get tired, and then we fall asleep."
"Whatever," I thought. At least they could have talked about
something that would be of interest to me, a boy. I did momentarily
distract my sisters from their non-stop jabbering, however, when I let
another big load of poop spill into my diapers. It was accompanied by a
fart that would have been quite loud had my diapers not muffled the
noise. Cindy complained about the smell.
"Chris, did you poop your diapers already?" she asked me.
"Well, either that, or Lisa farted," I said to Cindy.
"I didn't fart, Chris," Lisa said back to me. "I heard it from
over here, it was definitely you."
"He more than farted," Cindy said. "He pooped, in my bed!"
"Good thing he's got LOTS of diapers on, huh?" Lisa said.
"Well, not enough diapers. It still stinks in my bed," Cindy
said. "It's one thing to smell you, Chris, when I am changing your
diapers. But it's another thing when your poopy butt stinks up my bed.
I should have made you wear more diapers, anything to keep the smell
inside of them."
After the commotion over me soiling my diapers died down, Lisa
and Cindy were back to talking about girl's things. Thank God Mom came
by to tell them to shut up and get to sleep. Before I finally went to
sleep myself, I knew one thing was for sure. I was going to sleep over
at Tony's house with him tomorrow night and every night until I got my
room back.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 13
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It felt funny waking up in the same bed as Cindy as well as just
realizing that I had slept throughout the night right next to her. I
knew that upon hearing their clock radio turning on and playing that
techno-dance crap that I hated, that I was not in my own bedroom. The
"music" (I use that term loosely) played for a couple more minutes
before Lisa finally got up and shut it off. She then turned on the
light and yelled, "rise and shine, Chris!"
Cindy turned me and said, "phew, Chris, you stink!"
"Uh, Cindy, in case you forgot, he *is* wearing diapers," Lisa
said. "He always stinks."
"Yeah, but I'm just not used to my bed smelling like this," Cindy
said as she got up.
"I'm washing my sheets when I get home from school today," Cindy
said as she rubbed her eyes and shook her head, waving her long hair
around. She left the bedroom to use the bathroom, as I could tell from
the closing of the bathroom door.
I was still feeling tired as I continued to lie there in Cindy's
bed. Lisa then pulled the covers all the way off of me, knowing that
Cindy was going to remove them anyway. I lied there feeling a draft
blowing against my bare legs. Lisa looked at me lying on my stomach in
my thick diapers and my shirt. She crawled onto the bed and sat up and
leaned over me. With her one free hand, she patted me on the butt a
couple times.
"Wake up, sleepy-butt!" she said as she then slapped my behind
with greater force, my dozen and a half diapers absorbing the impact. I
didn't move, so she slapped my butt again, doing this repeatedly as she
said, "wake up, wake up, wake up! Move your butt, move your butt, move
your DIAPERED BUTT!"
"Stop it, please, I'm awake," I moaned.
"You still sound asleep, Chris," she said.
"What time is it?" I asked her with my head still buried in the
pillow.
"Uhh, 5:52 A.M.," Lisa said.
"Good God!" I said. "No wonder I'm so tired. I don't get up until
6:45."
"You don't go to school until 8:00, either. Our classes start at
7:15."
"So why do you get up an hour earlier, if your classes are only a
half hour earlier?" I asked Lisa, starting to wake up some more. My
eyes were open now.
"Well, we girls have a lot more to do in the morning than you
boys do, even those of you boys who don't wear diapers. We also have to
take the time to clean you up and diaper you, too."
I had closed my eyes again. Lisa then sat down on top of my
thighs and said, "I think there's a better way to wake you, Chris."
Lisa then started tickling me. Immediately, I was wide awake and
trying to fight Lisa off of me. Her big body and her weight made it
difficult for me to do this, especially while I was lying on my
stomach, so she ran her fingers up and down my sides, pressing her
stomach down against my diapered butt.
Mom then came into the room and asked what all the commotion was
about. She looked at Lisa sitting on top of my legs and resting her
hands on my butt.
"What are you doing?" Mom asked Lisa.
"I'm waking Chris up," she said.
"It looks like he's awake now," my Mom said. "You need to get
going and ready for school, and phew, it smells in here, too! I'm not
used to you girls having a bedroom that stinks like Chris' room does.
Better go change his diapers."
"Okay, Mom," Lisa said. She finally got up off of me and I got up
from the bed. My legs were stiff after having Lisa sitting on them for
so long. At about this time Cindy was coming back into the bedroom. Her
hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her.
"Chris, cover your eyes and leave the room," Cindy said to me as
she didn't want me to see her with only a towel around her. Funny
thing, she and Lisa got to see me in just my diapers all day long,
every single day, and even totally naked when they changed my diapers
as Lisa was about to do. I asked Cindy why she wanted me not to see
her.
"I'm not used to you being up this early, Chris, and normally I
can come from the bathroom to the bedroom with just a towel around me."
"But you're still covered up," I said.
"Easy for her to say," Lisa said. "I'm too big for any of our
towels to cover me all the way around, so I have come out of the
bathroom bare-boobed, or let my big butt show from behind."
Lisa escorted me out of the bedroom, taking me past Cindy as she
was waiting for me to leave the room so that she could get dressed.
Since my diapers and diapering supplies were out in the front room,
Lisa changed me there. She took off all the diapers that Cindy had put
on me the night before. Even for as thick as the diapers were, all the
layers absorbed my heavy overnight pissing, and the wet, near-diarrhea
poop had soaked through a few layers as well. My poop completely filled
up the seat of the diapers and had spread up through the crotch. My
butt was smothered, as was everything else in between my butt and my
balls.
"I'd hate to think of what Cindy would have done had your diapers
leaked," Lisa said to me. "Looking at the way Cindy had you diapered
last night, however, I don't think there was much chance of that
happening."
Lisa quickly made some notes regarding the condition of my
diapers in the tracking log, being that she had to get herself showered
and dressed and do all the other things that girls had to do in the
morning. Besides having the assumed exclusively boyish privilege of
wearing diapers in our family, I was glad to be a boy for not having to
make myself look pretty every day.
Lisa cleaned me up and put a disposable diaper on me. She then
carried the soiled diapers to the washroom and let them soak. I took
off my white undershirt that I wore to bed and put on a regular T-shirt
and went around in that and the disposable diaper for awhile before
putting on any pants. I was well ahead of my normal schedule by having
gotten up earlier, and I even had time to play some games on the
computer before going to school. The girls were off their usual routine
and were usually showered and dressed by the time they changed my
diapers. They quickly ate their breakfast and then headed for the bus.
I sat at the table eating my cereal with just Mom sitting across
from me reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. Dad was getting ready
for work at this time.
"Mom, can I stay at Tony's house tonight?" I asked her.
"It's only the beginning of the week, Chris," my Mom told me.
"I know, but I just don't think I should be sleeping in the same
bed or the same bedroom as Lisa and Cindy."
"Why, didn't you sleep well?" my Mom asked me.
"No, I didn't. Lisa and Cindy just jabbered all night, for one
thing, and Cindy was complaining how I was stinking up her bed."
"I don't see how *that* could have happened, she had your butt
plenty diapered up last night!" my Mom said.
"That was another problem," I said. "I couldn't keep my legs
together and Cindy kept complaining about this."
"At least I know that no incest occurred from how many diapers
you had on," Mom said to me, sounding like she intended it as a joke.
Seeing that I was not very receptive to her remark at this hour, Mom
changed the subject.
"As for their talking, I'm sure they were doing it just because
you were there. They usually don't talk that much."
"Well, can I stay at Tony's tonight, anyway?" I asked again,
hoping to God that Mom would say "yes."
"Ask Tony's Mom, if she says you can, then I guess it's okay," my
Mom said.
That was good enough to pass for a "yes" as far as I was
concerned. Tony's mother was pretty easy-going and I felt confident
that she wouldn't mind having me stay over with Tony during the school
week.
Mom got my pants for me and then I put them on. I grabbed my book
bag when it was time for me to leave for the bus. On the way to school
I told Tony how things had gone the day and the night before. I told
him how I had to empty all my drawers out and bring all of my
belongings out to the front room, using up the space on the couch for
my diapers. I told him about how I had to get Cotton out of the
furniture mover's truck, having to appear before the two men in my
diapers, not to mention going out to the street dressed this way. We
had gotten to school and I didn't even get a chance to tell Tony how
Lisa found my notebook full of drawings and stories and how the rest of
my family reacted. I planned on continuing my story at recess.
When recess rolled around I met up with Tony, hoping to ask him
about staying at his house tonight. First, I told Tony about the
notebook that was found stashed between the mattresses of my bed and
how I ended up conceding and letting Lisa see it, followed by Cindy,
and then my Mom and Dad.
"What did everyone say about it?"
"Lisa and Cindy thought it was cute, though weird, and my parents
seemed cool about it, too, and more or less told me that it's my
business and I can do what I want as long as it makes me happy. I don't
think anyone was surprised, since everyone's known all along that I
love to wear diapers. I just don't think they realized how much I
really think about diapers and draw pictures and stories about them.
The topic of discussion remained on drawing pictures and writing
stories. It hadn't occurred to me that Tony may have let his mother,
and perhaps Kara, see the things he has drawn and written as we always
looked at his material while in his bedroom alone. He still had our
first "book" that we made together three years ago. Tony was a good
artist and I was always impressed with his drawing skills.
"She's seen my drawings, and she's even read some of my stories,"
Tony said. "She figures that as long as I am reading and writing things
that I enjoy, she doesn't mind." Just when I was getting to telling
Tony about how things went the night before, the bell rang. Damn!
"See you at lunch," I said as we split off and went to our
classrooms.
When lunch arrived Tony and I got our diapers changed by the
nurse and then we took our usual spot in the lunchroom. Megan joined us
and sat down at our table. I wanted to just tell Tony about how my
night went with having to share the bed with Cindy, although I didn't
think Megan would mind hearing the story.
"First, you should have seen how many diapers Cindy put on me," I
said.
"I've seen how many diapers your sisters use on you, Chris," Tony
said.
"So have I," Megan added and smiled. "They use a lot."
"Isn't that what you like to wear?" Tony asked me.
"Oh yes, of course," I said. "But Cindy really layered them on me
and used eighteen diapers at once."
"Eighteen!?" Tony and Megan exclaimed in unison.
"I'd have *loved* to have seen that!" Megan said.
"I was wearing twelve at my birthday," I said to her.
"I know," she said, satisfied with having seen me in just my
diapers recently. "Your thick diapers really make your cute butt look
so big and stand out," Megan said to me.
"Why so many diapers?" Tony asked. "Not that you don't wear a lot
of diapers as it is."
"Cindy decided that since I was going to be sleeping in the same
bed with her, that she didn't want to take any chances and possibly
have me get pee and poop in her bed, so she kept diapering me until Mom
told her to stop. Who know how many she would have tried to put on me."
Tony and Megan were both laughing, amused by the scenario as I
described the rest of the night's events.
"Then they started talking just to keep me awake, then Cindy
complained that I made her bed stink, as well as the rest of the
bedroom. Then they woke up earlier than I do, so I was tired and I had
to get up with them, so Lisa sat on my legs and patted my butt and
tickled me." Megan was really getting a kick out of hearing me describe
what Lisa did to me, though Tony had seen it a number of times and was
often sat on and tickled by Lisa, too. Megan couldn't even eat she was
laughing so hard.
I decided to cut to the chase and ask Tony about staying with him
overnight instead. Tony was thinking one step ahead of me, however.
"Why don't you come over and stay at my house tonight?" Tony
suggested.
"Well, that's just what I was going to ask you," I said. "Do you
think it would be okay?"
"My Mom probably won't mind, but since it's going to be on a
school night, I don't know for sure."
"If she says no, then you can come over and stay at my place with
me," Megan said. I blushed, which seemed to be the reaction that Megan
was wanting to get out of me.
"You can sleep in my bed, and I'll make sure you're good and
diapered, too," Megan added. My face turned even redder and I could
feel it. Megan then reached across the table and patted me on the
shoulder.
"Oh, relax, Chris!" Megan said, assuring me that she was only
kidding. "If I wanted to do anything, I'd have to take eighteen diapers
off of you first, anyway."
After school was out and we were on the bus, I asked Tony if I
could just spend the afternoon at his house as well. He told me that he
didn't mind, but felt that his mother may only let me be there in the
evening and didn't want us to spend the entire day together like it was
a Friday afternoon. I agreed to this and told him that I would
hopefully see him that night.
Tony got off at his bus stop and then I got off at mine and went
home. Lisa and Cindy were already there, of course. I went into my room
to see if anything else had been done in there. It looked the same way
as it did the night before. The paint had dried but the room still
smelled of fresh paint.
Cindy was busy washing her sheets as she said she would do when
she got home.
"It still stinks in our bedroom," Cindy said to me.
"Well, then use some air freshener," I suggested.
"We're out of it," Cindy said. "Talk about bad timing."
"I can't help it that my poopy diapers smell," I said.
"Well, I don't care how big Lisa is, you're sleeping in her bed
with her tonight," Cindy said.
"Actually, I'm hoping I'll be going to Tony's house and staying
over there," I said to her.
"I hope so," Cindy said. "I shudder to think about the things you
do with yourself in your bed when I'm not there lying next to you," she
said, paraphrasing a line out of the movie "Christmas Vacation."
"You probably look at your notebook full of drawings and stories
while you're doing it," Cindy said.
"Cindy, that's my business, if you don't mind," I said to her. My
diaper was wet and full of shit and I needed to be changed. It was
Lisa's turn to do it. I went back to their bedroom and knocked on the
door.
"Who is it?" Lisa asked.
"Who do you think it is?" I asked, feeling mildly annoyed. "Cindy
doesn't have to knock."
"I'll be right there," Lisa said.
Lisa had invited Betty over for the afternoon. I stood there at
the door and listened to them laughing as they often did every time
they got together. I put my ear to the door and listened in.
"Look at this one that he drew!" I heard Lisa say to Betty.
"Your brother is so obsessed with this shit!" Betty said.
"Well, he's obsessed with shitting in his diapers, anyway," Lisa
said. "Read what he wrote below it!"
I could tell that Lisa was showing Betty my notebook. I was
embarrassed knowing that she saw it, but I figured that the cat had
gotten out of the bag a long time ago and it didn't matter anymore.
I knocked on the door again, getting impatient. This time both
the girls came to the door.
"Oh, I guess it's time for your diaper change," Lisa said.
"Can I help?" Betty asked.
"Sure, you can write the results on the tracking form for me,"
Lisa said. I was taken to my makeshift diaper- changing station in the
front room, where I lay down on the changing pad. Lisa pulled my pants
off of me and handed them to Betty, who knew what to do with them. When
she got back Lisa told her where the tracking forms were. Lisa checked
my diaper, front and back and had me stand back up as she ran her hands
all over my diaper, feeling the wetness in the front as well as my
hard-on underneath it, although unintentionally.
"You are one stinky little boy, Chris!" Lisa said as she looked
at the seat of my diapers sagging from the load of poop I put into it.
I was back down on the changing pad, where Lisa had removed the well-
used diaper and left me lying naked with an erection. She started
wiping me up.
While I was lying there I heard some footsteps coming up to the
front door. Seconds later, the doorbell rang.
"God, no!" I thought to myself. I asked Lisa if we could move to
another room of the house.
"Your butt's a mess, Chris, and I don't want you to walk around
the house and drip poop all over the floor," Lisa said. "We'll just
stay right here."
"Maybe it's Tony," I thought.
Cindy looked through the window and saw a truck parked outside.
"I doubt Tony drives a UPS truck," Cindy said. She opened the
door and greeted the gentleman who was waiting."
"Good afternoon," the man said. "Is the head of the household in
right now?"
"Well, I guess that would be me," Lisa said as she got up and
looked out the front door. "Come on in!"
"No! Dammit, Lisa!" I thought. I was in a very compromising
position right now, naked, my legs apart, and my butt smothered in
poop, producing quite an odor.
"I have an order for Robert and Brenda Barrett," he said.
"Well, I'm Lisa, I'm their oldest daughter," she said.
"That's good enough," the driver said as he instructed Lisa to
sign for receipt of the delivery. Lisa knew that it was my crib, diaper
cabinet and changing table. She told the driver where to set
everything. He had already brought one box up with him and brought it
into the house.
He looked at me as I was lying there still naked and being wiped
up by Lisa. He set the box down and then went back out to get another
one. He gave me an odd glance as he went back out.
"Can you at least get a diaper on me?" I asked Lisa humbly.
"He's a guy, Chris, he knows what boys look like naked," Lisa
said.
"I'm sure he does, but that doesn't mean I want him to see me!" I
said.
"Oh, very well," Lisa said. "He'd either see you naked or in your
diapers, and I don't imagine you want him to see you in your diapers,
either. Looks like your stuck either way."
Lisa had finished wiping up my poopy bottom. Betty was helping
fold diapers during this time. Lisa took one of them from the stack and
put it underneath me. By the time the driver came back in Lisa had the
first diaper covering my privates as she was busy pinning it on. Lisa
and Betty then both put the remaining diapers from the stack on me. The
driver had made another trip out to the truck and back in again, seeing
that I was already very thickly diapered and still getting more diapers
pinned on when the driver left. He took another look at me lying there
with several diapers wedged into my crotch.
A few minutes later the phone rang. I was hoping that it would be
Tony and I was glad to find out that it was. He said that his mother
would let me stay there with them for tonight and they would stop by at
around 6:00 to pick me up.
"Thank God!" I thought.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 14
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For the first time in a long while I was going to have a
sleepover at Tony's house on a school night. When Mom came home I told
her that I was going to Tony's house, and my sisters and I all were in
mutual and enthusiastic agreement that this arrangement would be best.
My Mom reminded me that this was not going to be like a regular
sleepover and she expected me to take my homework with me. Fortunately
all I had was a math assignment and some spelling. In addition to my
schoolbooks, I also packed along my toothbrush, a change of socks, my
pants for school and a supply of diapers, comprised mostly of several
cloth diapers for me to wear overnight, more than I knew I would
probably need, but I always liked to have them on hand just in case.
There were a couple pairs of plastic pants in the bag, too, and I also
packed a couple disposable diapers for me to wear in the morning before
going to school. Last, but not least, the all-important tracking log
for my diaper usage was also packed in with my bag. It was full and
heavy from all the cloth diapers that I was taking with me. Lisa
performed an hourly check of my diapers before Tony and his Mom showed
up.
I walked out to their car in just my diapers as my pants were
tucked away in the bag and that I had nothing to wear over the diapers
I already had on. Kara smiled and greeted me. On the way to Tony's
house, we were more or less given the same lecture about it being a
school night and not a "normal" sleepover.
"Yes, Mom, we know," Tony said. "I don't have very much to do
anyway."
"Me neither," I said, looking forward to whatever activities we
would be doing, which remained undetermined.
A few minutes after we got to Tony's house, Kara and Tony's
mother said that they were leaving again to get some groceries and to
do some other shopping.
"We're only going to be gone for an hour and a half, maybe two
hours, so be good, boys, and get your homework done first."
"Will do," Tony said. We watched his mother and Kara both leave
and close the door.
"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Tony asked.
"How much homework do you have?" I asked him.
"I got a science test coming up, and a short math assignment. How
about you?"
"Just some math and spelling," I said.
"Let's get it over with and think about what we'll do the rest of
the night," Tony said. He took off his pants and revealed the wet
diaper that he had on underneath.
"Won't need these for awhile," Tony said with a smile as he
tossed his pants into the washroom. His diaper was very puffy in the
front and yellow-tinted. When Tony turned around and headed to his
bedroom I could see the back of his diaper was weighed down by a good
load of poop. I went in there with him and watched him take his diaper
off. As I expected, his dick was stiff when he removed the diaper. The
back half of it was covered in poop. Tony stood in the corner and wiped
himself up, exhibiting his independence and ability to take care of his
own diaper changes when he needed to, whereas I was always expected to
leave this job for my sisters to do.
"So how often does Kara change your diapers?" I asked Tony.
"Just about any time she's here," Tony said. "But she's in
Brownies, and this spring she'll be playing Little League, she wants to
play soccer, too, and she won't be home a lot, so I'll have to get used
to doing this more often."
As I watched Tony run the wipe through his butt crack I became
very excited and aroused as I knew how good this sort of thing felt. I
wished I could have been wiping his butt for him. He then walked over
to his diaper drawer and was only wearing his shirt and was otherwise
naked and with a hard-on. He turned his bare butt to me as he bent over
to retrieve a diaper out of his bottom drawer. He then grabbed a couple
diaper doublers and then he carried these things over to the bed. He
laid them down. I expected him to start diapering himself, but he just
sat there.
"Wanna come diaper me?" Tony asked me. I was quite surprised by
this.
"You serious?" I asked him. I wasn't used to seeing anyone but
Kara and his mother change him when I was here, and it occurred to me
that the opportunity for me to change him had never come up in all the
times that I had stayed over at Tony's house.
I felt awkward to take Tony up on this, though the thought of it
excited me and I couldn't resist.
"Uh, sure," I said after a brief pause.
"You don't have to if you don't want to, I understand," Tony
said, sensing my discomfort.
"No, no, it's okay," I said as I went up to him. I looked down at
his crotch. His balls had been wiped clean and all the dirty work had
been taken care of.
"Do I need to powder you first?" I asked Tony.
"I pre-powder my diapers," Tony said as he handed me the diaper
that he brought from his drawer. I could smell the sweet powder on it
and I also felt it on my fingers.
"Just lay the doublers in there and pull it up, tape it up, easy
as that. Just make sure it's good and tight."
Tony lay back as he watched me nervously place the doublers on
the front panel of his diaper. I then picked it up and started pulling
it over his groin. His hard dick appeared to be staring me right in the
face at this point, but it wasn't that way for long. I covered his
genitals with the diaper, which pulled his penis upwards as I brought
the diaper up. I then pulled it tight and stuck the tapes on the
diaper. The head of his dick was making a tent in the front of his
diaper.
"How am I doing?" I asked Tony as I wasn't used to changing
anyone else's diapers, much less my own.
"You're doing fine, Chris, you're doing fine. It's nice and
tight."
I felt pretty good that Tony felt that I handled changing his
diaper so well. Tony then asked me to hand him his diaper tracking log
and pointed out that it was on top of his dresser. I spotted it lying
there and walked over to it to grab it.
After Tony wrote down the necessary information, he got off of
his bed. I watched him as he walked around his room. I took a close
look at his diaper, knowing that I was the one that put it on him. It
snugly covered up his butt and the tapes looked like they were secure.
I thought about how clean and dry his diaper was and how it wouldn't
stay that way for too long.
"How is your diaper doing?" Tony asked me.
"You mean *diaper-s*," I said, emphasizing the plural. I lifted
my leg and showed my crotch to Tony and said, "See all the *diaper-s*
that I'm wearing? See them, huh huh? See my dia-PER-S!" I then turned
around and bent over and started spanking myself there.
"See my *dia-PERS* on my butt? See all the *dia-PERS* that my
sister put on me?"
I was getting carried away with myself. I felt much less
inhibited at Tony's house since my sisters and my parents weren't
around, so I felt free to express how much I enjoyed diapers when only
Tony and I were together.
"Well, it's a good thing you're wearing all those diapers," Tony
said to me.
"Of course it is. I'm a diaper-peeing, diaper-pooping little boy
and proud of it!" I said, enjoying the "diaper trip" that I had just
gotten on. Not even Kara or Tony's Mom was there and I felt totally
unrestrained.
"Wanna have some more diaper fun tonight?" Tony asked me.
Apparently, he seemed to be less inhibited by having the house to
himself as well.
"Sure," I said. "Are we going to have another pooping contest?"
"More than that," Tony said. "I thought that we could try some
laxatives again, just for the hell of it."
Given the mood that I was in at this point, this sounded like so
much fun. We usually did this on weekends, but I disregarded the fact
that it was a school night and was taking the risk of possibly going to
school the next day with the shits. Tony then went into the bathroom
and handed me some laxative tablets. He took some in his hand, and at
the same time, on the count of three, we each swallowed them,
acknowledging this moment as the "point of no return." I knew that
within an hour or two I would be shitting like crazy and enjoying it.
We decided to get going on the homework. Tony and I each sat
across from each other at their kitchen table. With the two of us
talking and bullshitting around, plus the fact that we had the radio
going, we didn't get a lot done as far as homework goes, at least until
Tony's Mom and Kara returned home, then we buckled down and got to
business.
Before we got going on our homework, Tony's mom asked us to help
carry in the groceries. Tony and I went out to the driveway, knowing
that we'd be seen in our diapers by the neighbors. It wasn't be the
first time that Tony's neighbors had seen me in diapers as I had
streaked across the yard at Tony's house in my diapers the day before
when I had to get into his bedroom to get my pants from him when nobody
was home. Fortunately, at this time of evening it was getting to be
dusk.
Kara was standing right behind me as I was bent over and reaching
into the back seat of their car to grab a bag of groceries. As I was
picking up the bag, I loaded my diapers. Kara acknowledged it as she
asked me, "Do you need me to change your diapers now, Chris?"
"Not yet," I said to her. "I think I'll be okay." She was
smiling, knowing that sooner or later my poopy diapers would have to
come off.
"Well, then can I check your diapers and see how they're doing?"
she asked me, referring to the tracking log.
"Oh yeah, sure, if you want to," I said.
Kara then followed me back into the house as we carried in the
last of the groceries. Kara followed Tony and me into his bedroom,
where she looked over the condition of his diaper and recorded some
notes, indicating that his diapers were visibly wet and puffy in the
front and in the crotch, but were not poopy. I figured that had she
waited a few more minutes, the report would be different as the
laxative was active inside of Tony's digestive system. Kara then
checked my diapers, but she had a harder time trying to detect where my
diapers were wet and messy.
"Your diapers look clean to me," Kara said.
"They're not, trust me," I replied.
"Yeah, I can still smell you," Kara said. "But I don't see
anything that shows you wet or pooped-- probably because you're wearing
so many diapers, huh?" With this she smiled and patted me on the butt.
She then made the appropriate remarks in my tracking log.
I joined Tony back at the table as we finished up the homework
while Tony's mother made dinner. During that time I crapped again. The
effects of the laxative were also starting to kick in for Tony.
"I don't know if we should have done this on a school night," I
thought to myself, having come down from the "diaper high" that I was
on earlier and realizing what consequences lay ahead.
It was after 8:30 in the evening by the time we finished eating
dinner. I thought that the laxative had already ran its course, though
I took three tablets, as did Tony. Tony and I were sitting on the couch
with Kara when we simultaneously farted and loaded our diapers. Kara
was sitting in between us, and apparently she got a stereo effect from
this. She looked at each of us.
"You guys did that at the same time!" she said.
"It's called synchronized shitting," Tony said with a smile. His
mom had left the room, otherwise he probably would have said "pooping"
instead.
Kara looked down at the crotch of Tony's diaper and noted that
there was some leakage spilling out of the leg opening.
"Your diaper's leaking," Kara said to her older brother. Tony
looked down at himself and confirmed this.
"Oh crap," Tony said.
"Literally," Kara replied. "I might as well change both of you
now."
Kara followed Tony and I into his bedroom. We both sat down on
the bed and looked at her as she stood before us. Seeing that Tony's
diaper was in more immediate need of changing, she decided to take care
of his first. I could still last awhile in what I had on.
I remained seated on Tony's bed while Tony got down on the floor.
I watched Kara go to work on his diaper change. She stuck the small
padded mat underneath his bottom and then took the diaper off. To say
that his diaper was well- used was an understatement.
"You sure pooped a lot this time," Kara remarked.
"Yeah, and I'm going to poop some more," Tony said, though he
didn't offer to explain why. After Kara pulled away the diaper from his
bottom, he squirted out more poop, which spilled all over the changing
mat and onto the floor.
"I'd better get you diapered fast," Kara said to Tony. "It looks
like you've got the poops again."
"Yeah, I do, don't I?" Tony said, knowing that he brought it on
intentionally.
Kara cleaned up Tony as well as the changing mat and the carpet
where his wet shit had dripped. When she was done with this, she called
me down from the bed and told me to sit on the mat. She reached for the
waistband of my plastic pants and pulled them off, greeted by a dozen
diapers to be removed. Kara wasn't used to handling my cloth diapers
and she always had a hard time undoing all of Lisa's or Cindy's pin-
work, being as excessive as it was. In spite of this, she liked to
change me out of my dirty cloth diapers and into clean ones since it
was new and different for her.
After several minutes of taking pins out and stripping me of my
diapers, I was finally naked. Kara was staring at the big mess that she
had to take of now.
"Other than the smell, I would have never known that there was
all that poop in those diapers!" Kara said. "You're pooping a lot, too,
just like Tony."
"You wanna tell her?" Tony asked me. Kara looked up at him
curiously.
"Tell Kara?" I said to Tony.
"Tell me what?" Kara asked.
"We took some laxatives again," Tony said.
"Oh, so that explains these extra messy diapers," Kara said.
"Well, it's a good thing you brought along a lot of diapers, Chris,
because I'm gonna use them on you."
"I hope you'll hurry with the first diaper," I said to her. "I'm
about to poop again."
Kara started sprinkling the powder all over my balls and my
crotch when my butt discharged some more poop, right onto the changing
mat. It caught her by surprise.
"Eww!" she said. "That came right out as I was wiping you."
"Hey, I warned you, didn't I?" I said to Kara.
"You guys and your laxatives," Kara said. "I guess I'd have to be
a boy to understand."
Tony and I looked at each other and smiled in agreement over
Kara's remark.
Kara had left the room to grab an old towel from the bathroom.
She returned and pulled the changing mat out from underneath me and had
me set my poopy butt down on the towel. She cleaned me up again and
gave me another application of powder. When this was done she went to
my bag and pulled out several diapers and began folding them. Lisa and
Cindy had shown her how to fold them and she was getting to be quite
good at it for only changing me every few weeks or so whenever I was at
Tony's house for a sleepover.
Kara then started laying the diapers on and pinning them up,
although she was more modest with the pins and only used enough to make
sure the diapers were tight, which they were. My diapers were just as
thick as before, however, as she put twelve of them on me.
"Knowing the way you poop in your diapers without laxatives,
Chris, I'm sure not gonna take any chances now, so I'm diapering you
just like your sisters do," Kara said with a smile as she prepared to
add another diaper to my already very thick set.
Minutes later, Kara had me diapered and in my plastic pants. She
then took the changing mat into the bathroom and washed it off. She
brought it back while Tony and I were taking off our day shirts. Kara
then went to her room to change into her pajamas. I slipped on one of
my white undershirts to sleep in while Tony decided to go without a
shirt at all as he often did. It made his diaper stand out more as the
white material contrasted against his skin, whereas my shirt blended in
with my diaper. As mine was a short shirt that Lisa had trimmed up, it
allowed most of my diapers to show, as high up as they went on me,
hence Lisa's reason for trimming it.
Just before Kara went to bed she gave our diapers another
examination. Tony had already pooped in his, mostly liquid, which Kara
noted in his tracking log. She checked my diapers, too, but was not
able to tell that I had also pooped mine other than the odor. By the
time Tony and I went to bed, we had both shit in our diapers again.
"Mine's coming out all liquid now," Tony said.
"Mine, too," I said.
"I think we may have overdone it on the laxatives," Tony said,
sounding as if he regretted it.
"I just hope it finishes doing its thing before we go to school
tomorrow," I said, also regretting that I took the laxatives while I
was staying over with Tony on a school night.
Everything seemed so much different knowing that Tony and I had
to go to school tomorrow. It wasn't even 11:00 yet and already we were
in bed. We also kept the talking down since we didn't want Tony's mom
coming in and telling us to get to sleep.
I could see that when the light shining through from underneath
the door went out, Tony's mom had gone to bed. She was usually in bed
when Tony and I were the ones who were still awake. This was definitely
not a typical sleepover.
While I was lying on the cot next to Tony's bed, I heard him load
his diaper again. He blasted out a very wet and juicy fart. I was
cutting them, too, as I shit myself some more, but my farts were
muffled by my thick diapers.
"Chris, you still awake?" he asked me.
"Yeah," I said.
"Can you do me a favor?" Tony asked me.
I had a feeling he wanted me to change him, and I was right.
"Can you change me?" he asked.
"Uh, sure, yeah, if you trust my diapering job, since you've got
the shits as bad as I do."
Tony then turned on the lamp that was next to his bed. He then
got up and headed for his changing mat. I watched him from behind as he
walked around his bed. I could see that his diaper was very loaded. He
sat down on the changing pad and waited for me to remove the diaper.
This would be the first time that I would not only diaper Tony, but
also do all the dirty work.
I knelt down before Tony and I pulled at the tapes. I pulled away
the front of his soaked diaper and saw that his poop had made its way
up to his balls. Even the diaper doublers were covered in poop. He was
a mess.
I got up and grabbed some wipes and I began cleaning Tony's
bottom. It seemed odd that handling someone else's shit seemed more
gross than seeing, feeling and smelling my own, but I was used to my
own messy diapers and tried to think of Tony's diapers as my own while
I cleaned him.
Tony was enjoying having me clean him up as he had a very stiff
hard-on. When I wiped his balls, he asked me to keep wiping him there.
He then put his hand on top of mine and slowly guided it towards his
dick, hinting that he wanted me to jack him off. I really felt silly
about doing this, but at the same time, I was getting aroused by it,
too. I started stroking his hard-on slowly, and then more vigorously.
Tony had his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned, and within a few
seconds, he shot his cum load. It went straight up in the air and
landed back down in front of his crotch, and some of it got on my hand,
too.
"Oh yeah, that felt good," Tony said.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, thinking about what I had
done.
"Look, let's keep this a secret, okay?" I asked Tony.
"Oh yeah, of course," Tony said. "Now put my diaper on me before
I shit again."
I got a diaper from Tony's drawer and took a whiff of the powder
that was sprinkled onto it. I placed two doublers in the front and then
I put the diaper up around his shirtless body. Tony winced as his now
limp and sensitive penis was pulled up with the tightening diaper. I
fastened the tapes and asked Tony how the diaper was.
"I guess we'll find that out when I shit again," Tony said.
"Is it okay?" I asked him.
"It's fine," Tony said as he pulled on the seat of his diaper.
"You even gave me a wedgie with my diaper, it's so tight. You could do
something else for me, though," he said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Put some of your cloth diapers on over my disposable, just to be
sure," he said.
I agreed that a little extra protection wouldn't hurt, and I
wanted to see Tony wearing cloth diapers, so he sat back down on the
pad. I went to my bag and pulled out four more diapers.
"How many do you want?" I asked him.
"That'll do," he said. I folded the diapers to the best of my
ability, having watched Lisa and Cindy do it enough times. I put each
diaper around Tony and pinned them up. They didn't look as tight as
what Lisa and Cindy were capable of doing, but they would do for
tonight. I watched Tony return to his bed. I didn't realize how high up
my diapers really went on me until I saw them on Tony, especially since
he had no shirt on and I could see the diapers in their entirety.
I got to thinking about Tony reciprocating and stroking me off as
I was now very highly aroused from having masturbated him and changed
his diaper. Of course, this would have required that he remove all my
diapers first, and I needed to leave them on since I still felt like I
had some liquid shit working in my system.
Tony could see that I was stroking myself through my diapers and
offered to "finish the job" for me.
"We'll leave the diapers on," Tony said. "Too much work to take
them all off."
I nodded at this to acknowledge my agreement, and I felt that to
not have the diapers on would have been completely remiss as the
diapers were what got me so aroused in the first place. Tony then got
back out of his bed and then knelt down next to me as I lay on the cot.
He used both his hands as he massaged the front of my diapers and made
my already stiff dick even more aroused. Tony said he couldn't feel it
through all the diapers, but he knew it was there, of course. I closed
my eyes and thought about what Tony looked like wearing just a loaded
diaper. I told him to stop when I ejaculated.
"Oh yeah, ahh, yeah," I said as I felt my penis still spurting
semen after Tony had taken his hands off of my diapers. When he got up,
I could see that there was a tent inside his diapers.
"Thanks," I said to him as he climbed back into his bed.
"Good night," Tony said as he turned the lamp off.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 15
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I thought that the effects of the laxatives were finished with
me, but as I lay there in Tony's room trying to fall asleep, I kept
pooping in my diapers. It was like having diarrhea, which I was used to
dealing with while wearing diapers, but it was like a more severe case
of diarrhea than normal. All I could think about was hoping that I
would not be shitting myself all day in school tomorrow.
Tony let his alarm clock blare for at least two minutes before he
finally got up to turn it off. I lay awake while I waited for him to
turn it off. I was feeling groggy, having gotten only a little sleep
for two nights in a row. I watched Tony as he got out of his bed and
turned off the alarm. He turned on his lamp and then turned around to
look at me to see if I was awake.
"Morning." Tony said. "How are your diapers?" he asked me.
"Full of shit," I said.
"Mine, too," Tony replied. "In fact, you could literally say that
I'm in deep shit."
"We might be in deep shit going to school today," I said. "And I
don't just mean literally, either."
"I know what you mean. Remind me to only take one laxative if we
do this again," Tony replied. "I'm just glad I'm wearing these extra
diapers, or my sheets would be smothered in shit. God, I'm a mess."
"Me, too," I said. "Is Kara going to change us?"
"No," Tony said, "She doesn't have time to do it in the morning
since she has to get ready for school, so I change myself."
"Could you change me?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I can, and then you can change me," he said with a smile
"Let me warn you," I said to Tony as I showed him my diapered
butt and pointed to it. "While you may see clean, snow white diapers on
the surface, it's not going to be a pretty sight once you get down
inside."
"Maybe we'd better go clean ourselves up in the bathroom," Tony
said to me.
"You mean, in the shower?" I asked.
"Yeah, let's go in there before Kara beats us," Tony said. I
followed him into the bathroom and we closed the door. Tony took the
pins out of the cloth diapers that he had on over his disposable
diaper. The cloth diapers had caught the poop that had leaked out of
the disposable diaper. I could see the butt of his diaper sagging from
all the weight of his poop. It was running down his legs as he
unfastened the tapes. The diaper fell to the floor and shit splattered
everywhere.
"Oh shit," Tony said.
"That's what it looks like to me," I said as I was still undoing
my own diapers. I watched Tony get into the shower. His butt was
totally smothered in poop. He left a short trail of dripping liquid
stool, some of which had dripped onto the edge of the tub.
I let my diapers drop to the floor. The first few layers were
completely saturated with loose, runny shit that had soaked all the way
up to the front of my diapers. The rest of my diapers were soaked from
my overnight wetting. I also started dripping poop onto the floor and
leaving my mark as I got into the shower with Tony.
I couldn't help but to have a big hard-on while standing in the
shower with Tony, both of us completely naked with our bodies all wet.
Tony also had an erection the whole time he and I were in the shower
together. He had just finished cleaning himself off and I took my spot
at the opposite end of the tub where the spray was directed at full
blast. I turned my butt to the water and let it cleanse off the mess
from my buttocks. Tony and I were standing together in ankle-deep shit-
tainted water by the time we finished cleaning ourselves up.
Kara knocked on the door and asked us what we had been doing in
the bathroom for so long.
"Cleaning up," Tony said as he and I dried ourselves off. "We'll
be right out."
"Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom and brush my teeth," Kara
said.
Tony finished drying himself off from the shower and he set his
towel back on the bar. He was completely naked as he walked towards the
bathroom door and started to open it. I kept my towel around me as I
walked out behind him. Even though Kara had seen me naked when she
changed my diapers, I still didn't like to walk around wearing nothing
in front of her or anyone else unless I was in my own house.
Kara went into the bathroom after we left, but then she
immediately came right back out, holding her nose.
"Phew, you guys sure stunk up the bathroom," Kara complained.
"Sorry," Tony said.
"Yeah, at least we don't stink up bathrooms very often, since we
wear diapers," I remarked to Kara.
"Are you guys going to take care of these poopy diapers on the
floor?" Kara asked us as she pointed to them sitting on the floor.
"Yeah, we will, sorry," Tony said to Kara. "I'll get the plastic
bucket for your diapers, Chris."
Tony walked out to the kitchen, still completely naked, as he
went to get the bucket that they let me use for my diapers whenever I
stayed over. I heard his mother ask him what he was doing.
"Getting the bucket for Chris' diapers," he said.
"Did you have to clean up this morning?" she asked him.
"Yeah, I got the runs last night," he said.
"How are you feeling now?" she asked him.
"Not sure," Tony answered.
"I wouldn't go without some diapers on your butt for very long,
if that's the case," Tony's mother said to him, noting his lack of
coverage over his buttocks. Tony then came back with the bucket and
went into the bathroom to retrieve our diapers. While I was standing
there, I felt another bowel movement coming on. With almost no warning,
more poop came out of my butt and it spilled right onto the floor. Kara
was standing there as she watched me poop without diapers on.
"How many of those laxatives did you take last night?" Kara asked
me.
"Three," I said. "I'm regretting it, too."
Kara pulled the towel that I was holding around me off of me and
she used it to clean up my mess on the floor. I stood there naked and
needing to wipe poop off the back of my legs where it had dripped down.
I didn't want to move and leave a trail of poop, but I didn't know what
to do otherwise. I was embarrassed about having done what I just did.
"Just come in the bathroom with me," Kara said to me. "I'll clean
you up."
Kara led me back into the bathroom and took a washcloth to my
behind. She wiped off my buttocks and the back of my legs. My dick got
hard again as she ran the cloth through my buttocks. Kara looked at the
poop splatters that were still all over the floor and on the bathtub.
"You guys made quite a mess in here," Kara said. "Now go get a
diaper on your butt before you poop again."
I thanked Kara for cleaning me up as I left the bathroom and
headed to Tony's bedroom. Kara then closed the door so that she could
use the toilet. A moment later she came running out of the bathroom
carrying her toothbrush and toothpaste with her.
"I'm going to the kitchen to brush my teeth," Kara said out loud
so that we could hear her. "It stinks too much in the bathroom."
Meanwhile, Tony was busy diapering himself. I apologized to him
for the mess I made on the floor of the hall.
"It's my fault," Tony said. "I'm the one who wanted to take
laxatives, and we shouldn't have done it when we had to go to school
the next day. I guess I just wanted it to be like a normal sleepover."
"Too late to do much of anything about it now," I said. "No use
crying over spilt milk."
"Or pooped diapers," Tony added.
"I definitely shouldn't have tried to take three of them," I
said.
Tony asked me if I had any extra plastic pants in my bag.
"Yeah, I brought an extra pair," I said.
"Can I use one?" Tony asked me.
"Sure," I said. I went to my diaper bag and handed a pair of
plastic pants to him. He stepped into them and pulled them up over his
disposable diaper. Without the bulk of the cloth diapers, the plastic
pants were very roomy around Tony's body. They went up so high on him,
going well above his disposable diaper underneath. A large pocket of
air surrounded him and he looked funny.
I was still naked and needing to be diapered. Tony had me lie
down on his changing mat. He pulled out one of my disposable diaper
from my bag and taped it around me after sticking a couple extra
inserts in the back as well as the front. He took my other pair of
plastic pants and put it on over my disposable diaper to give me some
extra protection in case I still pooped heavily from the laxative. The
plastic pants went all the way up to my chest and were also very loose
without the cloth diapers that normally filled them up.
Tony and I went out to the kitchen in just our diapers and
quickly ate some Pop Tarts that Kara prepared for us. Tony's mother
looked at us and asked us why we were each wearing a pair of plastic
pants over our disposables.
"We both got the runs last night, Chris, too" Tony said. He then
confessed that he and I took some laxatives and also made a mess on the
bathroom floor. Tony apologized to his mother.
"Well, now you boys are going to have to deal with the
consequences of it," Tony's mother said to us without sounding too
sympathetic. "You shouldn't have tried it when you both knew you had
school the next day."
"I know," Tony said.
"I just hope you boys have some extra diapers at school," Tony's
mom said.
"I think I do," Tony said. I then came to the realization that I
had run out of diapers at school the day before and forgot to get some
from home before coming to Tony's house yesterday.
"Shit!" I thought to myself while stuffing the pastry into my
mouth. I asked Tony if I could take some of his disposable diapers with
me. He said I could.
"You want us to clean up the mess on the bathroom floor?" Tony
asked his mother.
"No, you boys are already running late," she said. "Just go get
dressed and I'll take care of it," she sighed.
With just a few minutes to go before the bus arrived, Tony and I
had to hurry and get our pants on. Kara had already taken off for the
bus. Tony and I ran back into his bedroom and put our pants on. We had
to stuff the plastic pants down into our pants, but they still stuck
out above our pants, so we had to keep our shirts pulled down instead.
The plastic pants would be very noisy when walking, but I figured this
wouldn't be as embarrassing as having poop leak into my pants.
"What do you think?" Tony asked me, seeing that my plastic pants
could still be seen underneath my shirt. I could also see Tony's
plastic pants showing beneath his shirt. We both conceded to the fact
that there was no way to hide the plastic pants, no matter what, so we
decided to unstuff them from our pants and just wear them at full
height, which we agreed was more comfortable.
"Screw it. Everybody at school knows we wear diapers anyway,"
Tony said.
"Wanna take the plastic pants off?" I asked him.
"Too late for that," Tony said. "We gotta get to the bus, and
fast!"
"Do you want to go to school like that?" I asked Tony. "Look at
how much your plastic pants stick up above your pants, and how noisy
they are, too."
"These plastic pants and the diapers that normally go with them
were not meant for wearing with pants," Tony said.
"That's for sure," I said. "Since most the time I don't wear
anything over them anyway."
Tony's mother came to the bedroom and stuck her head in through
the doorway.
"Five minutes, boys!" Tony's mother said, prompting us to get
going.
I stuffed three of Tony's disposable diapers into my book bag
just as we left. I realized that I had forgotten to bring my jacket.
"Damn, I don't have my jacket!" I realized.
"Neither do I," Tony said as he, too, realized that in his haste
he forgot to put his on.
"Can I borrow one from you?" I asked him, since it would help to
conceal our plastic pants.
"Screw it," Tony said. "We're running late, and it's not that
cold this morning, anyway."
Tony and I then hurried out the door and headed to the bus, just
catching it in time. We could hear each other's plastic pants rustling
as we sprinted to the bus.
As expected, everybody noticed the way my plastic pants were
sticking up so much above my pants. My shirt had ridden up from running
and all the kids could see the plastic pants showing. They also noticed
how they made so much noise.
On my way to class, I heard a kid come up to me and say, "teacher
teacher, I declare! I see someone's under--, uh, diaper!"
It was Chuck Manson and his sidekick Steve Mackenzie. Two M's.
Dial "M" for "mischief" or "menace", they were Trouble with a capital
T, that's for sure. I suspected that they were cousins of my former
arch-nemeses Sean and Travis, who had since then proven the need for
having juvenile detention facilities. How such bad genes could be
explained otherwise, I didn't know. What really sucked was that they
were fifth graders, but the equivalent of sixth graders as they had
each been held back a year, no surprise there. And they were big in
size and used this to their advantage. They enjoyed giving Tony and me
an inferiority complex because we were a grade ahead of them, but still
vulnerable to their attacks in spite of close supervision on the
playground.
When I got to my classroom and got settled into my seat I could
feel my bowels working inside me as Mrs. Stevenson started the day's
lessons. I knew that within just a few minutes I would poop my diapers,
not that I wasn't used to doing it in the middle of class, though I
usually didn't have my first bowel movement until after recess. Sure
enough, I pooped my diaper as I expected, still not having overcome the
effects of the laxative.
"A little early today, Chris?" a girl who sat next to me said as
she smelled my soiled diaper and also knew that I had done so when I
got up to ask Mrs. Stevenson if I could go get changed. She was even
surprised that I was earlier than normal.
I was surprised that I was still producing this much poop so long
after I had taken the laxative. I felt the mess press up against my
buttocks as I walked to the nurse's office. When I got there Tony was
already in the middle of getting changed. I waited until he came out of
the room.
"You too, eh?" I said to him.
"Yeah, let's make a promise to each other not to take laxatives
on a school night ever again."
Tony returned to his class and I went into the small room where
the nurse was waiting for me. I took off my pants and revealed the
plastic pants that I had on over my disposable diaper.
"Tony was doing the same thing," the nurse commented on the
plastic pants. "Did you boys come down with something?"
"Sort of," I said. "That is, we could have avoided it."
"Oh, food poisoning, or what?" the nurse asked me.
I didn't want to tell the nurse about Tony and I taking
laxatives, so I just told her that it was "probably something we ate."
She seemed to be satisfied with this explanation and then told me to
hop up on the table.
The nurse took off my plastic pants as well as the disposable
diaper. She had to carry my dirty diaper with both hands as she tossed
it into the garbage in order to avoid spilling poop on the floor, which
she still did anyway.
"You're down to your last diaper, Chris," the nurse said to me.
"I hope you remembered to bring more."
"Yeah, I did," I said to the nurse. "I'll bring them down for my
next change, since I have a feeling I'll need at least one more before
the day's over."
When the nurse put a new disposable diaper on me she asked me if
I wanted the plastic pants on over it. They were still clean.
"Yeah, better wear them," I said. "That's what I wore them for in
the first place. I don't know how long this will last."
The nurse put the plastic pants back on over me and then she
handed me my pants. She looked at how big and baggy my plastic pants
looked on me, and she knew from our previous discussions during diaper
changes that I wore my cloth diapers in very thick amounts at home.
"I can't imagine how thick those cloth diapers must be on you,
Chris, when you wear as many as you say you do at home," the nurse said
as she tugged on my plastic pants.
"Trust me, they're very thick," I said. "No room for pants,
that's for sure. I can bring you a picture and show you how thick they
are."
The nurse just smiled, probably not sure of what to say about
this. She then offered me some medicine to help ease my bowels and she
called my Mom to let her know what was going on. Since I stayed at
Tony's last night my Mom had no idea that I had a bad case of the runs,
but Mom was used to this sort of thing from me anyway.
With my Mom's approval to give me medication the nurse gave it to
me before I returned to class. The medicine was either slow to work or
ineffective altogether as I had to make another trip to see the nurse
for a diaper change shortly after recess.
"Got diarrhea today?" the same girl asked me when I asked to
leave class again.
"You do," I said to her. This comment took her aback. "Diarrhea
of the mouth, that is." I actually got the class to laugh over this
one.
"Good comeback, Chris!" said one kid across the room.
"Class, settle down," Mrs. Stevenson said as she handed me my
diaper-change pass. I was just about to leave the room when I forgot to
get my extra supply of diapers. I normally dropped them off before
class whenever I needed to replenish my supply at school, but I had
forgotten to do this today. I picked up my bag and started carrying it
out of the room.
"Where are you going with your bag, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked
me. "You don't need to go home, do you?"
"No," I said to her, even though it was starting to sound like a
good idea right now. "I just need to take something down there with
me," I said.
"Probably his diapers!" I heard a kid whispering to another
classmate.
When I got to the nurse's office I opened up my bag and reached
into it for my disposable diapers, actually, Tony's disposables that I
had to bum off of him. I thought that I had packed three of them in
there, but I was surprised to see that there was only one!"
"What the hell?" I thought, having clearly remembered seeing
three diapers in my bag when I zipped it up. I handed the nurse my one
and only diaper that was available to me and explained to her that this
was my last diaper.
"Well, I hope this will last you today, Chris," the nurse said as
she wasn't sure how long I would make it, given the amount of pooping
that I was doing.
"Of course I do keep extras on hand, mostly for the little ones,
though, as they tend to forget their diapers."
Once again I took off my pants and let the nurse remove the
plastic pants and the dirty disposable diaper. She cleaned me up and
had me re-diapered again. She added the big plastic pants over the
disposable diaper and sent me on my way.
I managed to make it to the lunch hour without browning up the
back of my diapers too much. I wasn't sure if I should eat or not and
risk pooping it out as it seemed like everything was passing straight
through me. I seemed that today I was an instant poop factory. I was
quite thirsty and dehydrated from having purged out much of my bowels,
as was Tony.
Megan sat with us and asked me if my bedroom was ready yet.
"No, but it should be done when I get home today," I said to
Megan. "I hope."
"Chris stayed at my house last night," Tony said. "We had a
blast."
"Yeah, too much of a 'blast'," I said. "In fact, we're still
having it."
"What do you mean?" Megan asked me.
"We took laxatives last night, just for shits and giggles-- well,
shits, anyway," Tony said. Megan supplied some of the giggles for us
when we told her this.
"Ahh, so that's why you and Chris have been going to the nurse's
office so much," Megan said. "Tony's left class twice."
"So have I," I said.
"I can see that you two took some extra precautions, too," Megan
said, noting the plastic pants that Tony and I were both wearing.
Later on, Megan went off to play with some of her girl friends
while Tony and I did our thing. We went to our corner of the playground
where most kids left us alone. Shortly after we got there, we were
greeted by Chuck and Steve. Their greeting this time, however, wasn't
verbal. Instead, they just dropped their pants in front of us and
mooned us. We were expecting to see two sets of bare butt cheeks, but
instead, we saw that they were both wearing diapers!
Chuck then spoke in a mock baby voice and said, "Hi, we're Chris
and Tony and we wear diapers and go poo-poo in them like babies!"
Tony and I were stunned. It wasn't that we hadn't seen diapered
butts before, of course, just that we didn't expect to see Chuck and
Steve wearing them! Tony and I didn't know what to say to them as they
totally caught us by surprise to pull off such a stunt.
Several of the kids had witnessed the event and of course, there
was a lot of laughter. Now having an audience, Chuck and Steve dropped
their pants again and mooned us with their diapers, this time making
farting noises with their mouths and saying, "Look mommy! I go poo
poo!"
This act got the two offending boys some unwanted attention, too.
Mr. Lawrence, my fourth grade teacher-- and a good man in general who
had always looked after Tony and me and made sure we weren't picked on
for wearing diapers-- also saw what Chuck and Steve had so boldly done
on the playground. He walked right over to the scene and cut through
the crowd.
"All right, Chuck, Steve!" Mr. Lawrence shouted at them, having
gotten to know them by name, albeit unintentionally. He stood between
them and told them to take their pants off.
"It was just a joke," Chuck nervously said to Mr. Lawrence.
"Well, this *isn't* a joke!" Mr. Lawrence said sternly. "I said
take your pants off!"
Chuck and Steve looked very humbled as they each slowly removed
their pants in front of dozens of classmates, in fact, hundreds, it
seemed, as virtually everyone was huddled around in a quarter circle
that occupied the corner of the playground. Everyone was laughing at
Chuck and Steve for being in diapers. They were each forced to carry
their pants with them, but not wear them.
Seeing that Chuck and Steve were both wearing diapers led me to
wonder where they got them. Then it clicked. The two diapers that were
missing from my bag! One of the boys must have sneaked into my
classroom during the morning recess to take them! They must have known
what my bag looked like and assumed that I carried diapers in it.
Normally I dropped them off first thing and usually did not keep them
in the bag itself. The diapers were especially convenient and handy for
whoever it was that raided my bag as I had just stuffed the diapers in
the bag before I closed it up this morning. Either they were after
money, or Chuck and Steve had just planned this all out and were
relying on chance to pull it off. They succeeded, but they failed, too.
Everybody watched as Mr. Lawrence escorted Chuck and Steve to Mr.
Jenkins' office. Mr. Jenkins didn't just take them directly to the
office, either. He made sure they had made one full trip around the
outer perimeter of the playground in just their diapers so that
everyone would get a chance to see them, and they did. He then made
them walk right through the middle of it, too, and then he walked them
through the playground for the lower grades, where these kids were now
playing. A constant round of laughter could be heard from or distance.
"Mr. Jenkins will appreciate not having to remove your pants
before he spanks your bottoms!" Mr. Lawrence said as he dragged the two
boys past us once more, both of them bawling while they headed towards
the school building and eventually into Mr. Jenkin's office. Enter
theme from the TV show "Dragnet."
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 16
---------------------------
After I returned to class after lunch, I could hear everyone
talking about what had happened out on the playground. It took Mrs.
Stevenson three tries to get the class to quiet down. She was usually a
pretty calm and easygoing teacher, but if she ever had to resort to a
third attempt to quiet the class, she could prove that she could be
like any teacher, too.
A lot of people hated Chuck and Steve, so they were glad to see
that they were being punished for indecent exposure, and in Chuck's
case, having a weapon in his possession. I couldn't wait to find out
what fate lay ahead for them. Maybe they would have to wear diapers
around at lunch time every day for a week or something like that. It
gave me something good to daydream about during the dull English
assignment that we were doing.
As for my own diaper situation, I was glad to have worn the
plastic pants to school with me since my one and only disposable diaper
was not able to contain all of the poop that I put into it between
lunch and the end of the school day. My butt felt wet and sticky. I
could feel my disposable diaper leaking poop into the plastic pants and
I was beginning to stink, too.
Mrs. Stevenson could tell from the way the other kids were
repelling away from me that I was in need of a change, and upon walking
over to me she confirmed for herself that I was getting quite ripe
underneath my pants.
"Do you need to leave, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked me as she
whispered in my ear.
"Well, yeah, I do," I said, sounding embarrassed. "Except there's
just one problem. I ran out of you-know- whats," I said to her as
discreetly as I could.
"The nurse keeps extras on hand," Mrs. Stevenson told me.
"Only for the little kids, at least that's what the nurse told
me," I said to Mrs. Stevenson.
"Well, why don't you go down there and see what she can do for
you," the teacher said to me as she escorted me to the door and handed
me my pass. I must have really stunk since Mrs. Stevenson was
determined to get rid of me.
I walked down the hall, feeling the weight of the mess inside my
pants sloshing around. I went to the nurse's office and waited for her
to change some first- or second- grader's diaper. I could tell from the
way he sounded as he ran past me that he was diapered, not to mention
that it showed above his pants.
"Back again, I see," the nurse said. She closed the door and I
stripped off my pants. The nurse began removing the plastic pants,
seeing that they were dirty, too.
"Oh my," the nurse said to me. "I hope I have some diapers that
will fit you," she said. She went through the cabinet and looked
through the stacks of smaller diapers that were for the younger kids.
"Does Tony have any extra diapers?" I asked the nurse.
"He was just in here after lunch and I used his last one on him,"
the nurse said.
"Oh no," I thought as I sat there looking hopeless. I still had
the disposable diaper on.
"I guess I'll have to see if one of these will fit you," the
nurse said as she got out a diaper that was one size too small and not
of the same quality as my own disposables. At this point, I would take
anything. The day was fairly close to being over with, anyway. The
nurse got me cleaned up and then she put the diaper on me. It fit
tightly and I was afraid of it popping open on me. The plastic pants
were dirty and smelly, so it was no good at this point. I had to take
my chances. I left the plastic pants with the nurse and told her that I
would pick them up after school.
I put my pants back on and returned to class. The diaper felt so
funny by being so tight and smaller than what I was used to. It only
came as high as my pants did, since my own disposables always showed.
At least I didn't have the plastic pants sticking up so much, as much
as I would have liked to be wearing them for the sake of added
protection. My desk smelled like Lysol when I got back and I could see
the can sitting on Mrs. Stevenson's desk. I'm sure the class got a good
laugh out of watching her spray my seat down.
When I went out to recess and met up with Tony, Megan came up to
us and filled us in on the details concerning Chuck and Steve.
Apparently she had more connections to the proverbial grapevine.
"Both Chuck and Steve have been suspended for a week for indecent
exposure!" she said excitedly.
"Indecent exposure?" Tony said. "All they have to do is leave
their houses to do that!"
Megan and I both laughed at Tony's remark.
"Is that it?" I asked Megan, hoping there was more to their
punishment than this. I was pleased to learn there was.
"Oh yes," Megan said. "Here's the good part. After Steve comes
back, he'll have to wear diapers to school!"
"Really?" I said. Tony was also quite interested in the news.
"Yeah, if I know Steve's parents, they'll make him wear diapers
for the rest of the year!" Megan said. "Maybe all the time!"
I asked Megan how she knew all this.
"Steve's sister is in my class," Megan said. "Her mother told her
about it, and then she wrote me a note."
Megan then showed me the note that had been passed to her in
class from Steve's sister that explained it all. Tony and I read it
while Megan continued talking.
"She was talking about what it would be like to see Steve go
around in diapers at home! I even gave her some ideas to use, from what
I have seen Cindy and Lisa do to you, Chris. She said she'd try to use
these ideas. It'll be so fun to see what happens!"
"I can't wait to see it, either!" Tony said. "He'll hate having
to get his diapers changed by the nurse."
"The only thing is, I doubt Steve's parents will want to buy so
many diapers for him to wear at once," Megan said. "So it won't be
quite *that* good."
It was in the middle of the afternoon recess when I wet my
diaper, partially because of how excited I was to learn about what lay
ahead for Chuck and Steve. I looked down and I could see that my wet
diaper was leaking into my jeans, even with the plastic pants. I
figured they fit too loosely without the bulk of my cloth diapers that
were normally worn underneath the plastic pants.
"Dammit!" I thought. "These blue-light special diapers or
whatever the hell they are!" I said, putting my hand on my soaked fly.
"I just used my last disposable," Tony told me.
"I know, I asked the nurse about it," I said.
"The day's about over anyway," Tony said, trying to make me feel
better.
"I just hope the laxatives aren't still working," I said. "I'm in
real trouble if they are, with these uhh, 'diapers.'"
"At least the nurse had something for you to wear," Tony said.
"Yeah, but I might as well be without a diaper," I said, noting
how much the wetness had expanded throughout the front of my pants.
"This one's too small and it isn't doing me any good.
"Maybe Chuck and Steve didn't use theirs," Tony suggested.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "Even if they just put them on, I
wouldn't wear anything that they've worn!" I said. "God knows what
diseases they carry."
I then thought about my situation some more and said, "on the
other hand, maybe they did take their diapers off right away. I'm
desperate."
"You mean, you're going to see if you can get one of the diapers
back?" Tony asked me, surprised that I made such a sudden reversal.
"Either that or risk shitting myself in class," I said.
There were only two minutes to go before the bell rang, so Tony
and I went to the principal's office. On the way I was rehearsing how
to ask for my diapers if it were even possible. I knew it would be a
very awkward to ask for.
Tony and I walked into the office and immediately found out that
there was no point in asking for my diapers back. Chuck and Steve were
both sitting out in the front of the office, still wearing just the
diapers. Most notably, from looking at the fronts of them, they were
both wet! Chuck and Steve sneered at Tony and me as we looked down at
their puffy, yellow-tinted, diapered crotches. They both had long and
red faces, and if I recalled Mr. Lawrence's threat concerning Mr.
Jenkins' paddle correctly, chances were good that Chuck's and Steve's
backsides were quite red, too. We figured they were waiting for their
parents to pick them up.
Tony and I then exited before the secretary had a chance to ask
us what we needed and we returned to class. I was faced with the
expected taunting and teasing for having wet pants.
"Where's your diaper, Chris?" one girl asked me. I just ignored
her and sat down. Mrs. Stevenson then came around and collected a
homework assignment. When she got to my desk she noticed that my pants
were wet.
"Do you think you should just go home for the day, Chris?" Mrs.
Stevenson asked me as discreetly as she could. I didn't know what good
it would do me since I had no other way of getting home than to either
walk or wait until school was let out. In spite of my wet pants, I told
Mrs. Stevenson that I would be okay.
"Maybe you'd better go see the nurse one more time," Mrs.
Stevenson said. Once again, I got up from my seat and took my pass. I
couldn't have left at a better time. As I walked down the hall I filled
the back of my diaper again, and the tapes popped, too! The poop was
spilling right into my pants! I made a beeline for the nurse's office.
The nurse just looked at me, gesturing her understanding of my
predicament as she escorted me back into the little room that I was so
familiar with today. She took off my soiled pants and the fully
saturated and untaped diaper. She got me cleaned up, but there was not
much she could do but to put another small, inadequate diaper on me.
I was more or less stuck there in the nurse's office now. I had
no clean diapers of my own and I had no clean pants to wear, either.
There was only forty minutes left in the day.
"Do you think your mother could bring some diapers and some pants
to you?" the nurse asked me.
"I think so," I said. I asked the nurse if she could get me the
phone so that I could call my Mom. The nurse left the room and returned
with the cordless handset that they used in the office. I dialed up Mom
at work and explained my situation. Mom sighed, explaining that she was
in the middle of something important, but said that she could probably
leave right away. Still, she didn't have an exact time as for when she
could make it down to the school.
The nurse said I could just stay in the room and would only have
me leave if anyone else came in to get a diaper change. In the
meantime, all I could do was look around the room and stare at the
mostly blank walls and think of whatever came to mind.
Shortly after the school bell rang and the students were let out
someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Mom, but it was Tony, who
had to have found out somehow what had happened to me during the last
class period and that I was waiting for my Mom. The nurse let him in.
"I got your homework and your bag for you," Tony said to me as he
looked at me sitting on the table wearing only a small diaper.
"I'm glad you don't have to wear that for very long," Tony said.
"No wonder it leaked."
"Even worse," I said. "I pooped in it and the tapes came open.
I'm just glad I wasn't in class when it happened."
Tony sat with me while we both waited for my Mom. While we were
waiting I folded up the dirty plastic pants that I had left behind from
earlier and stuck them in my bag.
"Aren't you going to miss the bus?" I asked Tony, seeing that he
was still there.
"Your mom can drop me off," Tony said. "Or I can just come home
with you."
"That's fine," I said. "Mom's probably gonna be in too much of a
hurry to run you home, anyway."
It was only fifteen minutes after class was dismissed for the day
before Mom showed up. The nurse let her into the room.
"Hi Mom," I said, feeling embarrassed about the situation. Mom
didn't say anything. I expected her to be carrying a disposable diaper,
but instead, she had a small stack of my cloth diapers.
"Mom, what did you bring the cloth diapers for?" I asked her.
"Well, I'm in a hurry and I need to get back to work. When I got
to the house I just opened the door, and grabbed some diapers from the
stacks that are still sitting out on the couch, and some safety pins."
"Any pants?" I asked.
"No, you don't have any others, remember? Just your shorts, and I
didn't take the time to look for them, and figured this is all you need
until you get home. Your sisters are just going to put you in your
cloth diapers when you get home anyway, so they can finish diapering
you then. This will do for now."
"So, does this mean I have to walk through the hallway in just my
cloth diapers?" I asked Mom.
"For now, yes," my Mom said as she ripped away the cheap, small
diaper that I had already wet in. "Lift your butt."
Mom quickly pinned on the three diapers that she had brought with
her and then said, "okay, let's go!"
I picked up my book bag while Mom took my pants with her. I
hesitantly walked out of the nurse's office and down the hallway,
hoping that no other kids were still at the school. No such luck. The
entire after-school girl's basketball team was coming out of the
bathroom after having changed into their gym shorts and shirts. They
were all heading the opposite way, coming towards us. All of them
stared at me and took a good look at my thickly padded butt as they ran
by.
"Nice diapers, Chris!" said one of the girls from my class as she
ran past and looked at me from behind.
"Did you see how THICK his diapers were?" I heard one of the
girls saying to the other. The "other" girl happened to be Megan, whom
I had to admit looked cute in basketball shorts.
"He's worn them much, much thicker than that!" I heard Megan say
back to the other girl.
"Yeah, those girls don't know the half of it!" I said to Tony,
referring to how thickly I have worn my diapers.
"Or even the fourth of it!" Tony said. "Since you're only wearing
three diapers."
Mom rushed Tony and I out to the parking lot and into the car.
For being after school, there seemed to be a lot of kids still at the
school for one reason or another, and anyone who could see me no doubt
noticed that I was in just my diapers.
Mom took Tony and I straight to our house and she dropped us off
from the street, explaining that she needed to keep going and to get
back to work. Mom handed me my dirty pants and my plastic pants and
told me to give them to Lisa or Cindy so that they could get them in
the wash. Lisa looked out the front window and watched Tony and me
coming up to the front door. She then suddenly disappeared from the
window and I could hear the doorknob "click" from the outside. I knew
she had locked the door on us when she saw that I only had diapers on.
Sure enough, I turned the knob and it didn't move.
"Lisa!" I shouted. "Let me in!"
"Say the magic word, Chris!" she said.
"Shit!" I grumbled impatiently. And shit it was, I didn't have
time to deal with it.
"Nope, that's not the magic word!" Lisa said. "Try again!"
I started pounding on the door, then kicking it. "Aww come on,
Lisa! Just let us in!"
"Okay, I'll let you guys in, but you have to do one thing first."
"Fuck!" I muttered through my clenched teeth. I figured that I
didn't have anything to lose since I couldn't get in the house without
busting the door down.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked her.
"Shout 'I'm a diaper boy!' so that the whole neighborhood," Lisa
said to me.
I rolled my eyes.
"Just do it, get it over with," Tony said.
"It doesn't mean she'll let us in," I said.
"She isn't going to do a thing if we just stand here," Tony said.
"Dammit!" I said. "Okay, Lisa, here I go..."
"I'm a diaper boy!" I said, merely raising my voice.
"I can't he-ear you-u!" Lisa said.
I was desperate. This time I took in a deep breath and gave it
all I had.
"I'M A DIAPER BOY!!!" I shouted as loudly as I could. The door
still didn't open.
"Well?" I said. "I did what you told me to do, Lisa!" I was ready
to charge towards the door, but then, Lisa finally opened it.
"Well hello there, boys!" Lisa said to us as we walked in. I
scowled at her for making me stand outside the front door in just my
diapers.
"So, why did Mom drop you guys off?" Lisa asked. "And what are
you doing without your pants on? And why are you wearing your cloth
diapers, and not as many as you normally do, and why no plastic pants?"
"It's a long story," I said. "Now don't ever do that again!"
"Well, gee, Chris, it isn't often that I can get you to stand
outside the front door in front of the neighbors in just your diapers.
The chance was there, so I took it!"
"Okay, now you've done it. I hope you're satisfied," I said.
"I am now," Lisa smiled contentedly. "Now let's go ahead and
finish diapering you. You can tell me what happened while we're doing
it."
"Where are you going to diaper me?" I asked Lisa.
"Follow me, I'll show you." Lisa said. "Your room's all done
now."
Lisa led me back into my bedroom. The door was closed when I
approached. Lisa then swung the door open and revealed to me the new
decor of my room. Both Tony and I couldn't believe what we saw! My
bedroom was now a nursery! The walls were now powder blue with
wallpaper trim consisting of a repeating pattern of a diaper, followed
by a giant diaper pin, then a crib, a rattle, a baby bottle, a
pacifier, and then a teddy bear donning a diaper while lying on his
back in a crib with a pacifier in his mouth, holding a baby bottle in
one hand and a rattle in the other.
Where my bed once stood, a crib now occupied its place. The crib
was white with powder blue trim. On the end of it, the words "Baby
Chris" were painted. Beneath it was a painted image of a thickly
diapered toddler sleeping, the image of which appeared to have been
modeled after one of my own baby pictures as it looked very familiar.
The bedding on the crib was also powder blue with patterns of a baby
clown, also donning diapers. A musical mobile dangled above my crib.
Lisa went over to it and she pulled on the string to play its gentle
chime.
Even my old lamp was gone and replaced by a Winnie the Pooh lamp.
My old posters were taken down and replaced by pictures of balloons,
circus clowns, and teddy bears. The carpet was replaced and was now a
dark blue.
The large changing table was set up in the corner of my room, and
next to it, a large cabinet that replaced my old dresser drawers. The
cabinet had the words "Chris' Diapers" on them, one word painted on
each door. I expected the room to smell of fresh paint and new carpet,
and while such smells were present, the room most prominently smelled
of baby powder. I looked in the corner by the ceiling and noticed that
an automatic air freshener had been installed, continuously dispensing
the sweet scent of the baby powder as needed.
"What do you think, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
"Overkill," I thought. It was more babyish than I was expecting,
but it looked like it was here to stay and I had no choice but to get
used to it.
"It's nice," I said, being honest, but still surprised.
"It's different, and I know it's an abrupt change for you, but
you'll get used to it-- BABY CHRIS!"
With this, Lisa patted my butt repeatedly.
"I'm not used to patting your butt with only three diapers on and
no plastic pants, so let's get the rest of your diapers on."
I just stared at the changing table, anticipating actually
getting up on it and getting my diapers changed on it.
"Well, get your butt up there," Lisa said as she pointed to the
changing table. "I'll go bring some diapers in from the living room."
I got up on the changing table and waited for Lisa to come back
in with more diapers.
"This is neat!" Tony said. "I kind of wish my room looked like
this."
"Yeah, it is cute," I said, even though I was feeling a tad bit
embarrassed about it. "A little overboard, but cute."
I still had my desk and my toys as well as my stereo, CDs, books
and magazines. I wasn't sure where my Lego town would go since the
changing table was now in its corner.
Lisa came back into the room, and as expected her arms were full
as she carried several diapers and some plastic pants in with her as
well as the container of diaper pins. She set these all down to the
side of me.
"How's the changing table?" Lisa asked me.
"Fine, I suppose," I said.
"Dad came home from work to put them together while the carpet
guys were here," Lisa said. "Same goes for your bed and crib, so as
long as they don't collapse, then we know he did a good job."
I was tempted to ask Lisa why she didn't give the crib and
changing table a "weight test", but she was sensitive about her weight
and size, and such a comment wouldn't have been appropriate. Moreover,
to think of Lisa being in my crib seemed highly out of place, since *I*
was the one who was the baby in this family. *I* was the one who wore
the diapers around here!
Lisa then checked the diapers I already had on.
"Hmmm, dry," Lisa said. "That's a first."
"Mom just put them on me before we left from school, so I haven't
had a chance to wet them yet."
"Good thing, too, since you don't have plastic pants on. I'll
just leave these diapers on you and put the rest of the diapers over
them."
Before Lisa started diapering me, she asked me about the tracking
log for my diaper changes.
"It's back at Tony's house," I said.
"No problem," Lisa said. "I'll just make some notes and then copy
them to the log when you get it back."
Lisa then started folding the diapers and sticking them
underneath my already padded bum and layering them on, fastening them
up tightly with the pins. It seemed easier for Lisa to diaper me on the
changing table, and being in the nursery-like environment, this somehow
made it even more enjoyable. Tony must have been enjoying watching Lisa
diaper me. He had taken his pants off so that he could be in just his
diaper. I could see a tent in the front of his diaper, which was very
wet and puffy. I imagined that Lisa, looking almost old enough to be a
mother herself, must have looked very authentic by standing before a
changing table and putting diapers on her "baby boy."
During the diaper change, I told Lisa about what had happened
today, which explained why Mom dropped me and Tony off at the house and
that I was in just cloth diapers. I even told her about the laxatives
that Tony and I took for fun, though shortsightedly.
"You, Chris, and laxatives, that's like fire and gasoline," Lisa
said. "So that's why your pants were covered with poop. No wonder you
weren't wearing them."
"They would have never fit over even the three diapers that Mom
put on me, anyway."
"And they sure as hell won't fit now!" Lisa said as she finished
pinning up my diapers. "I wonder if mine would fit, and I wear big
pants!"
Lisa put my plastic pants on me and said, "okay, Chris, you're
done!"
"My turn!" Tony said as she let Lisa see that he was very wet,
and also poopy.
"You know what to do," Lisa said as she patted her hand on the
changing table.
Tony got up on the table and got himself into his position as he
waited for Lisa to take his diaper off.
"You know what, Tony?" Lisa said to him. "You'll be the first one
to get a *complete* diaper change on this table!"
"I feel so privileged and honored!" Tony said with a smile on his
face.
"Then I get to be the first one to lie in my crib," I said as I
went over to it and climbed in. Lisa stopped momentarily to put the
gate up on my crib before resuming Tony's diaper change. I looked over
at Tony and saw his dick sticking straight up. Mine was hard, too.
I lay on the soft, new bedding as I watched Lisa wipe up Tony and
put one of my disposable diapers on him along with some doublers, which
she had left the room to get, along with my powder. I owed Tony a
couple diapers, anyway for the ones that I borrowed from him. Actually,
the ones that Chuck and Steve "borrowed." While I lay in my crib, I
noticed that it was quite wide.
"There's enough room for two in my crib," I said.
"Of course," Lisa said. "Where do you think Tony's going to sleep
when he stays over?" Lisa said. I noticed that Tony smiled when she
said this. She then finished diapering Tony.
"You might as well join Chris," Lisa said to Tony. She put the
gate down and Tony got into the crib. Lisa then put the gate on the
crib back up and restarted the mobile. She then went over to my desk
and wrote some notes on some paper. I presumed she was writing notes
for my tracking log. She explained that she also wrote some notes about
Tony's diaper change for him to copy to his diaper-changing log when he
got home.
Lisa then left the room for a moment, Meanwhile, Tony had lay
down next to me wearing his freshly changed diaper.
"Ahhh," Tony said. "This is nice."
"Comfy, huh?" I said. "Maybe you can sleep over this weekend."
"I hope so," Tony said as he rubbed the front of his diaper to
entertain his erection. I was doing the same thing, but being cautious
as I expected Lisa to return to the room any minute. When she did, she
was carrying two baby bottles filled with milk.
"Here you go, boys!" Lisa said.
"What's this?" I asked Lisa.
"It's your bottle, Chris," Lisa said. Tony took his bottle right
away and started sipping away on its nipple.
"Aren't you going to drink yours, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
"Do I have to go through all this?" I asked her.
"You're the baby now," Lisa said. She then stuck the bottle in my
mouth. I reluctantly began drinking from it.
"Then I don't have to do homework anymore, or go to school, for
that matter, if that's the case," I said with a smile, while the
thought of still having to do my homework was still lingering in the
back of my mind.
"Maybe this being a baby wouldn't be so bad after all," I said,
thinking of how good babies had it without being burdened with such
responsibilities.
Cindy later came home from visiting Gina. She came into the room
to look at Tony and me.
"Aww, don't they look so cute!" Cindy said. She then came back a
moment later with a camera to get some pictures of us. We were still
holding our bottles of milk, each of them halfway consumed.
Lisa and Cindy then started bringing all my diapers back into the
room and stocking up my cabinet. I had enough diapers and plastic pants
to completely fill every shelf in the cabinet. On the bottom of the
cabinet was a drawer where my socks would go.
"I can't believe Chris has so many diapers!" Cindy said as she
brought the last load in.
"Just wait until he gets selected for using the Thickies diapers,
assuming he will," Lisa said. "He'll have plenty more diapers then!"
"That's okay, there's still room in the closet if we need it,"
Cindy said.
Tony and I then got out of the crib and we went out to the
kitchen to work on our homework. Tony's Mom then came by to pick him
up, assuming that he was at my house. He carried his pants out with him
and stayed in just his diapers.
The rest of the evening was spent finishing my homework and
eating dinner. Mom and Dad talked to me about what I thought of my new
room. I told them that I was quite surprised when I saw it, but that I
really liked it. They had to have spent a fortune on it, so I'm sure
they were glad I liked it, too, and wouldn't have done it if they
didn't think I would enjoy it.
After homework and dinner, it was time for me to play, which I
did in my new "nursery." I managed to set up my Lego town in my room
again, having to reduce it down, but still using most of what I had in
it before. Cindy changed my diapers that evening and she looked forward
to getting to change me on the new table. She made it worth her while
by putting over a dozen diapers on me. She even tucked me into my crib
and gave me another bottle. She pulled the string on the mobile, put
the gate up and turned the lights out.
I knew it would take getting used to being closed up in my crib
every night, but I was already getting to enjoy it. It was so cozy and
I enjoyed the softness of the new blankets. I snuggled up beneath them
and began sucking away at my bottle. I felt more infantile than I ever
did since I was put into diapers.
Before going to sleep I finished off my bottle and then put the
crib through an endurance test, as I was very much in the mood to jack
off. As I massaged myself through my thick diapers I shook the crib
back and forth vigorously, thinking about being a diapered baby boy. I
kept this up for several minutes until I ejaculated in my diapers. I
had a feeling my Dad knew the crib would be subjected to this sort of
activity as it felt much sturdier than my bed ever was.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 17
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When Mom woke me up the following morning, I didn't want to get
out of my crib. I felt so warm and cozy as I was deeply nestled into
the covers. I felt Cotton lying on my feet at the opposite end of the
crib. Mom walked over to me and she let the gate down. Cotton got up
and left the room. Mom nudged me to see if I was awake.
"Wake up," Mom said to me. I rolled onto my side.
"That crib must be comfortable," my Mom said. "Time for school."
"I wanna sleep," I said.
"I'm sure you do," my Mom said. "And you look cute in it, but you
still got to go to school."
"Just five more minutes?" I mumbled.
"Let's get up," Mom said. "I know your diapers need to be
changed, for one thing."
Mom pulled the covers back and exposed my bare legs and diapered
backside. The smells of my poop that had been trapped beneath the
covers spread quickly and filled the room. I felt the cool draft
blowing on me. Mom took my hand and helped me up, and then I got down
from the crib. Mom led me over to the changing table and gave me a
boost up onto it. I lay there and waited for one of my sisters to come
in to change me.
Lisa came into my room, her hair still wet from the shower.
"How did you sleep, diaper butt?" she asked me as she patted me.
"I slept better than I ever have," I said. "I didn't want to get
up."
"You slept like a baby, in other words," Lisa said with a smirk.
She pulled off my plastic pants and then my several wet diapers loaded
with poop, as usual. She dropped my fouled diapers into the large pail
underneath the table and then she cleaned me up.
"I hope I've gotten over the effects of that laxative," I said.
"You look like you're back to pooping as usual," Lisa remarked as
she looked at the pile of crap that was waiting for her to clean up.
She grabbed my wipes from the cabinet and ran them all over my crotch,
extending the duration of my morning wood in the process.
"This changing table is so much easier," Lisa said. "It's better
than having to get down on the floor. I wish we had done this a long
time ago. Of course, you didn't *have* to wear diapers in the first
place when this all started."
After Lisa had my mess wiped up she brought out a disposable
diaper and some doublers. She taped it up around me, made some quick
notes in my tracking log, and then left the room to finish getting
ready for school. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and
combed my hair and then I went out to eat breakfast. I poured a bowl of
cereal and started eating. Cindy then sat across from me and asked me
if I would like to be fed.
"I can feed myself just fine," I said.
"But you're the baby now," she said. "Babies don't feed
themselves. Can I feed him, Mom?"
"Cindy, not now, let's get ready for school," Mom said. Cindy
then poured a bowl of cereal for herself and sat across from me. She
asked me what I thought of my new crib.
"I like it," I said with a mouthful of Cap'n Crunch.
"I didn't think he'd ever get up," Mom remarked.
"Oh, by the way, Chris," Mom started, "Lisa told me about you and
Tony taking laxatives."
I knew I shouldn't have told Lisa, but the incident was about
over and done with at that point. Cindy started laughing.
"What did you do that for, Chris?" Cindy asked me. "Your butt
makes enough poop as it is!"
"I guess we got sort of carried away," I said to Mom.
"Well, save the laxatives for the weekend sleepovers, okay?" my
Mom said. "Actually, you really don't need them at all, the way you
poop, Chris."
Lisa and Cindy had taken off for school. I gathered up my
homework and books and put them into my bag. While I was doing this,
Mom reminded me to take some diapers with me to replenish my supply.
She even brought a new package into my room. It was a big package, and
in cardboard box. It contained 120 diapers!
"Here, I bought these for you last night," my Mom said. "Take
them to school with you."
I looked at the big box of diapers. I picked it up and it weighed
a lot.
"You want me to take the *whole* box to school?" I asked her.
"You won't run out of diapers for awhile," my Mom said. I wasn't
sure if Mom was kidding me or not.
"I'm not going to carry these to school," I said. "There isn't
even enough storage space for these! I'll never even get them on the
bus!"
"Oh relax, Chris," my Mom said with a little smile as she gently
patted my head. "I just want you to take as many as you can fit into
your bag so you don't run out for a few days. I got a good buy on these
at Kidz Klothez."
I tried to stuff as many diapers into my book bag as I could. I
managed to get twelve of them packed into my bag, sharing the tight
space with my books. I could barely get the zipper to close.
"Notice that they're thicker?" Mom asked me.
"I did," I said.
"You shouldn't need to use doublers with those," Mom commented.
I put on my pants and then my shoes and socks, then lastly, my
jacket. I then headed out to the bus. I could hear the diapers
crinkling around in my book bag as I carried it to the bus. It was
obvious that the bag was packed full. When Tony got on the bus I told
him about how wonderfully I slept in my crib. He couldn't wait to come
over this weekend for a sleepover.
Tony and I both went to the nurse's office to drop off our diaper
replenishments. Tony's bag was stuffed full, too, and apparently, the
other kids who were walking around us knew that we had packed diapers
into our bags. One of them came up behind me and unzipped my bag,
causing my diapers to spill out. I was very embarrassed about the
incident! While I was assessing the situation, Tony's preoccupation
with the matter made him equally as vulnerable, so his bag got
unzipped, too, and his diapers also spilled onto the floor on the other
side of the hallway.
Tony and I were each busy picking up our diapers and putting them
back into our bags, much to the amusement of dozens of passing kids.
One of Tony's diapers got kicked down the hallway by another kid. I had
a feeling that he wanted to retrieve the diaper for himself, and
according to Tony, he watched the kid pick up the diaper and pretend to
throw it in the trash, only to slip it underneath his jacket, a poor
attempt at sleight of hand. Tony confirmed this when he looked into the
trash container and saw no diaper. In fact, it was completely empty.
While I was bent over, my jacket and shirt had ridden up and
exposed my diaper. This made me a prime target for a diaper wedgie as
another kid reached for my diaper and tried to yank it up into my butt,
though the diaper was up as high as it could go and it was too tight to
be very effective for getting a wedgie. We had no time to stuff our
diapers back into our bags. I retrieved my eleven remaining diapers and
carried them in my arms. Tony did the same with his diapers.
Fortunately we weren't far from the nurse's office.
Tony and I went to the nurse's office to drop off our diapers. We
saw several familiar faces, other kids from the lower grades who must
have worn diapers, too. Tony and I always wanted to talk to them, but
they were always too shy. They never said anything to us when we said
hello to them, even after lifting our shirts to let them see that we
wear diapers, too.
During the first recess, a lot of the girls from the basketball
team who saw me talked about how cute I looked in my diapers. A lot of
them called me "diaper butt" and "stinky pants", the same sort of
epithets that others have called me over the years. I was used to
hearing mostly boys call me these names, but now the girls were getting
in on the act.
Megan was with Tony and me, and at first, she thought it was just
innocent fun that the girls were having, but then after a few minutes,
the girls, now joined by boys, started picking on Tony and me and they
formed a mob around us. Several other kids had either seem me in
diapers yesterday. The other kids had all learned about it as word had
spread around. The taunting and teasing-- mere embers in a metaphorical
sense-- were usually no more than a couple disparaging comments a day,
but now the fire had been rekindled into a full-blown round of
belittlement, almost as bad as when everyone found out three years ago
that Tony and I were wearing diapers now.
Megan tried to defend us. She said, "okay everyone, we all know
Chris and Tony wear diapers, now lay off of them! Just knock it off!"
"You wear diapers, too, Megan?" one heckling boy named Brad
shouted from the front of the crowd.
"For your information, Brat, no, I don't!" Megan said, making
sure Brad heard the "T" at the end of his name.
"They probably don't make them big enough to fit your big butt,
anyway!" the kid said to Megan. This generated some laughter as well.
"Why, you...!" Megan said as she charged towards the offending
boy.
"What are sticking up for them for?" Brad asked her.
"They're my friends," Megan said. "At least I have friends."
"So do I, Chuck and Steve."
"Oh, the ones who were suspended for mooning, eh?" Megan said.
"Birds of a feather flock together, you know."
"Birdth of a fevver fwock togevver!" Brad mocked Megan. He then
said, "Good thing you didn't moon them, Megan. Who wants to see your
fat butt, anyway?"
Megan then lost it with this kid. She went right up to him and
smacked him in the mouth. Everyone saw the incident, including Mrs.
Buxley, my third-grade teacher, who was on recess duty that morning.
"Come with me, Megan," Mrs. Buxley said. "In fact, all of you,
come with me.
I looked at Mrs. Buxley as she stared back at Tony and me.
"Us, too?" I asked her.
"Yes, Chris and Tony, you guys, too."
"What did we do?" I asked. "We didn't do anything!"
"Just come with me," she said.
Mrs. Buxley led Brad to the nurse's office so that she could look
at his bleeding mouth and treat it. The rest of us into Mr. Jenkins'
office. We all sat nervously as we waited. I wet my diapers as I was so
scared, wondering why I was even there in the first place. Tony felt
the same way. I felt so bad that Megan had gotten into trouble, too. I
wished to see Brad in the principal's office, too, as he was no better
than Chuck or Steve.
Mr. Jenkins then called us into his office and had us sit down
and talk to him about what had happened. Megan did the talking.
"All these girls started teasing Tony and Chris about wearing
diapers, so then I tried to defend them, but then Brad starting bugging
me about how big I am, so then I got mad at him... and hit him."
Megan broke down and started crying.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins," she said in between sobs.
"Chris, Tony, is this what happened?" Mr. Jenkins asked us.
"Yes sir, that's what happened," I said. "But Megan shouldn't be
the one who--"
"I'll deal with Megan," Mr. Jenkins said as he interrupted me.
"So, are we in trouble?" Tony asked Mr. Jenkins.
"I just wanted to talk to you boys about what had happened, ask
you a few questions. I also want to tell you about how there is going
to be a zero-tolerance policy regarding teasing other kids who wear
diapers in this school. I deal with this all the time, mostly from the
lower grades where there are more kids who wear diapers. There's been
too much hazing going on lately, and it's going to stop!"
"So, what can we do about it?" I nervously asked Mr. Jenkins. I
wet my diaper some more.
"If anyone starts bothering you boys, I don't care what it is, go
to a teacher on duty and tell him or her."
"In other words, tattle?"
"We're going to call a special assembly this Friday to address
the issue," Mr. Jenkins said. "It won't be just about you or the other
kids who wear diapers, it's about all the hazing that's been going on."
Mr. Jenkins then excused us from his office. We asked him if we
could see the nurse first, and he said this was okay. Brad had been
waiting out in the secretary's office during this time. He sneered at
us as we walked past him. His mouth had been treated for the injuries
he received from Megan's fist. Tony and I then went to the nurse's
office, where she changed each of us back into clean, dry diapers. We
then split off and went to our classes.
"See you at lunch," I said to Tony.
All I could think about during the lesson was what was going to
happen to Megan. She didn't deserve to get what she was probably going
to get for hitting Brad. I just hoped that Brad would get into some
kind of trouble for inciting Megan and insulting her.
Lunchtime came, and Tony and I ate our lunch as we normally did.
I knew that Megan was not allowed to return to class when I saw that
she was nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria. I didn't see Brad, either.
Everybody talked about Megan hitting Brad more than they did about me
going around in just diapers after school yesterday, though this still
gave the kids plenty to talk about.
After I got home from school and got changed into my cloth
diapers I called Megan at home to ask her what had happened.
"I got suspended for two days," she said in a low voice.
"I'm sorry," I said to Megan. I could tell that she was still sad
and crying. "I feel really bad about what happened. I feel like I
caused it because I was in just my diapers yesterday."
"It's not your fault, Chris," Megan said in a soft, broken voice,
trying to assure me. "It had nothing to do with you. Brad was teasing
me about my size again, and I just sort of lost it."
"Well, it started with you defending Tony and me, which I thank
you for, by the way."
"Sure, any time," Megan said, perking up a little. "And I'm
grounded for a week, too, that sucks."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "What happened to Brad?"
"He's just got study hall the rest of the week," Megan said. I
could tell she was disappointed that he didn't get more than this.
"So, how did you like sleeping in your crib last night?" Megan
asked me.
"I slept really nice, I didn't even want to get up," I said.
"I bet you look cute all diapered up in your crib like a little
boy," Megan said. I could feel my dick getting hard as I listened to
Megan talk. I started rubbing the front of my diaper.
"Yeah, that's what my sisters say," I said. I wanted to hear
Megan talk to me some more as I was starting to get excited, but then
she had to cut it short.
"Oh shit!" Megan shouted. "My mom's home and I'm not supposed to
talk to anyone on the phone! See you later, bye!"
Megan then abruptly hung up the phone. I went into my room-- or
was it to be called my nursery?-- and closed the door. I got up into my
crib and lay down in it. Megan really got me started when she started
telling me how she wished she could change my diapers and put me in my
crib every night like I was her little brother. I had to finish off
this fantasy, so I feverishly jerked off and then relaxed while I
savored the sensation.
A few minutes later, Lisa came into my room.
"I can still hear you when you do that in your crib, you know,"
Lisa said to me. "Just thought I'd let you know."
"Thanks," I said, embarrassed that she knew what I was doing.
I felt tired after the day I had at school, so I continued to lie
in my crib. I just couldn't get over how soft and comfortable it was to
lie in! While I didn't mean to fall asleep, I did, and I ended up
taking an hour-long nap. It gave Lisa and Cindy a good opportunity to
snap some pictures of me in my diapers while in my new crib, actually
sleeping. Since I didn't have the covers over me my diapers were in
full view. They confessed to doing this after I woke back up and told
me while checking the condition of my diapers for the tracking log. No
doubt they got some good pictures of my well-padded butt as this seemed
to be their favorite way of photographing me.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 18
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The rest of the week passed without much incident. On Friday Mr.
Jenkins called to order the assembly that he told us about. He
delivered a very stern warning to us regarding hazing and hitting. I
was worried that he would specifically address the fact that some of us
wear diapers, but this was never mentioned.
It was nice to not have to deal with Chuck and Steve at school,
at least for now as they were on suspension for their little diapered-
butt-baring stunt. On the other hand, I still felt bad about Megan also
getting suspended, but enjoyed knowing that she cared about Tony and me
enough to defend us against the others at school. Tony and I looked
forward to the weekend as usual, but this time, we expected things to
be more fun as we would be having the first sleepover in my newly
decorated "nursery."
Tony's mother dropped him off at my house at about 6:30. Tony
didn't have his pants on when he showed up, but he did pack them in his
bag just in case he needed them for anything. Dad had just gotten home
from work at about that time. He hadn't talked to me since I had gone
to bed last night, so he asked me how I slept in my new crib.
"I slept great," I said.
"You'd better like it," my father said. "Because it's staying
there, at least until you move out on your own, which won't be for
several years, I imagine."
"I like it, Dad, I really do," I said. "Thank you."
"I'm glad you like it, Chris," my Dad said. "Because if you
didn't, we're not putting it back the way it was before."
"I can't wait to see what it's like to sleep in Chris' crib,"
Tony said to my father, sounding excited about this.
"I reinforced it to make sure it could handle both you boys being
in it at the same time," my father said. I didn't know if he meant that
he reinforced it for the weight capacity, or the fact that Tony and I
would likely engage in vigorous masturbatory activity at the same time.
He was a boy once, too, so I'm sure he understood my feelings at my
age, but still, it embarrassed me that he was so unsubtle about such
things.
I hadn't really thought much about what dinner would be and I
assumed that Mom would either have us order a pizza as usual, or she
would make something quick and easy. Since she wasn't in the kitchen, I
assumed that we would be having pizza. Then I noticed that Mom came out
of the bedroom looking more dressed-up than usual, and I could smell
her perfume. I heard Dad showering in the bathroom.
"Where are you and Dad going tonight?" I asked Mom.
"Didn't I tell you, Chris?" my Mom asked me.
"Tell me what?" I asked.
"Oh, well, I guess I didn't tell you, Chris. You weren't home the
night I told the girls, I guess," my Mom said. "Your father and I are
going to a banquet for his company tonight, so you kids will be on your
own."
"Oh, okay," I said.
After Mom and Dad had taken off for the evening, Tony and I were
wondering what we would be having for dinner. With Mom being gone with
Dad, I assumed that Lisa would just call for pizza as she usually did.
Tony and I went up to her to ask her if we were having pizza.
"Actually, I'm going to make dinner," Lisa said.
"You, Lisa?" I asked her. "As in cook dinner?"
"Yes, *me*, Chris," Lisa said defensively.
"I didn't know you could cook," I said to Lisa naively.
"Well, I can, so you'd better like what I make tonight."
"And I'm helping her," Cindy added. "So I'm saying you'd better
like it, too."
"Okay, but what are we having?" I asked.
Lisa and Cindy then started giggling, trying to suppress it. It
was that familiar laugh that Cindy and Lisa gave whenever they had some
silly idea to use on me and Tony.
"You'll find out," Lisa said.
"You guys were laughing," I said. "I wanna know what's up. What
are you going to make us eat?"
"We're gonna eat it, too," Cindy said.
"It's not anything weird or gross," Lisa said. "Just go play on
the computer, or go play in your nursery. I'll call you diaper-butt
boys out when it's ready."
Lisa then gave Cindy a list of things to buy at the store and she
left for a few minutes. Tony and I played with my various toys and some
games on the computer. We had both wet and messed our diapers during
that time. Tony was sitting across from me as he was squatted down on
the floor putting some Legos together. I was looking at his crotch and
after hearing him far, I watched the crotch of his diaper bulge out as
he filled his diapers. I could smell the fresh odor, which blended with
the stink of my own soiled diapers. I could see that his diaper had
already swollen from being wet, and when he turned around and stuck his
butt in my face to show me what he had done in his diaper it was
evident from behind that he had pooped his diaper, too. Even though he
changed his own diapers regularly, he always liked it when Lisa or
Cindy changed him. He got up and went out to the kitchen to ask one of
my sisters to change him.
A moment later, Cindy came into my room with Tony and she had him
go up on the changing table. She stripped off his dirty diaper and
tossed it into the bucket along with his soaked diaper doublers. She
then cleaned him up and filled the pail with several wipes, all of them
thoroughly covered with poop by the time she was done. Tony had a big
hard-on as I expected and he was enjoying getting his nuts wiped clean.
Cindy then went into Tony's bag to retrieve a clean diaper and
some doublers.
"I see you brought a good supply of diapers, Tony," Cindy said to
him. "You never know when you might need them."
"That's true," Tony said. There was something odd about the way
Cindy said that to Tony, but I figured I was just feeling too
suspicious overall. I had heard Lisa and Cindy giggling out in the
kitchen the whole time we were playing. But then, they always did this.
Cindy then diapered Tony back up and she made some notes in his
diaper changing log that he had brought along. She also checked my
diapers to see how they were doing. Seeing that I was okay, she left me
alone and noted her observations in my tracking log. Cindy then left
the room to dispose of Tony's old diaper and to wash her hands.
"Did you happen to see what they were making for dinner?" I asked
Tony.
"There were two pots on the stove, and an empty can of baked
beans, one of those big family size' cans. That's all I remember seeing
while I was out there."
After a few minutes had passed, Lisa came to my bedroom to tell
Tony and me that dinner was ready.
Tony and I went into the kitchen. We were surprised at what Lisa
and Cindy had prepared for dinner. In addition to the baked beans that
Tony had told me about, they also cooked up a turkey breast and some
rolls. Tony and I were also given our milk in baby bottles.
"Well, sit down, boys," Lisa said as she pulled out our chairs.
We took our spots at the table and watched as Lisa filled each of our
plates with the food. They really piled on the beans and filled over
half of the large plates with them.
Lisa and Cindy sat across from us and we all ate together.
"How's the food?" Lisa asked me.
"It's good," I said. "Honestly, it is."
"Glad you like it, there's plenty more," Lisa said.
After Tony and I finished off what was on our plates, Lisa and
Cindy each gave us another portion, this time with more beans than
before. I noticed that when the girls filled their own plates a second
time, they served themselves smaller portions of beans and took them
from a smaller pan.
Tony and I were both hungry and we kept eating until we were
full, just barely finishing off all the beans and turkey that were
served.
"You boys are going to get the farts big time tonight," Lisa
said.
"Oh yeah, what about you and Cindy? You ate some beans, too," I
said.
"Yeah, but I made a separate portion for Cindy and me," Lisa
said, "and I added Bean-o to it. As for *you* guys, well, let's just
say you're going to stink up your diapers in more ways than one."
Tony and I went to the computer to play some games on it. While
we were sitting there I could feel my body producing another load of
poop, along with plenty of flatulence from all the beans that I ate.
Then, while I was blasting away at spaceships on the computer screen I
loaded my diapers some more and I launched my big bowel movement with a
long and sustained fart, which my diapers could only do so much for
muting the sound and the odor. My fart made bubbles in the pile of poop
in my diapers. I felt these bubbles traveling up the channel of shit
wedged into my butt crack. Tony also began farting, but he hadn't shit
yet, so his fart came out loud and airy without any poop to obstruct
it. His disposable diaper didn't work as effectively to retain the
smell or the sound.
"You boys are going to be farting all night!" Lisa said as she
heard me cut another juicy one into my diapers, along with some more
poop.
"I suppose you're due for a change now," Lisa said as she waited
for Tony and me to finish up our game. I then went into my room and got
up on the changing table and let Lisa clean me up. I was quite a mess,
and I even farted twice while Lisa was cleaning me up. Lisa winced at
the sudden pungent odor from my farts, even though she was used to my
poop stink.
After Lisa cleaned me up again she diapered me up very heavily,
saying that I needed some extra diapers to filter out my farts and that
the beans would likely make me and Tony poop more messily. By the time
I got back to the computer, Tony had loaded his diapers again, and Lisa
decided to change him at this time.
We decided to finish out the evening by watching a movie with the
girls. We picked out a movie from our collection that we could all
agree upon. While watching the movie, Tony and I kept farting from all
the beans we ate and we smelled like we were in need of changing,
though at this point, only our farts were accounting for the strong
odor in the room. I had wet my diapers, though, as did Tony. We each
had a baby bottle full of 7 Up to enjoy during the movie, which Cindy
had refilled for each of us after about forty- five minutes. She also
used this time to perform an hourly check of my diapers for mine and
Tony's tracking logs.
About halfway into the movie I suddenly began to feel tired, as
did Tony. Even the girls said that they were feeling a little sleepy
and attributed it to the turkey that we had eaten. As far as I could
tell, they weren't farting, however. As for Tony and I, however, our
diapered butts continued to bellow out a smelly symphony of passing gas
and stunk up the room some more. I nearly fell asleep, and as I almost
did, I pooped into my diapers as my body relaxed itself some more and
it was a soft, runny poop. I then woke up from the feel of the warm,
fecal flow all around my buttocks, realizing that I had just soiled
myself again. I continued to sit there with Tony, who had fallen asleep
completely. He was resting his head on the arm of the couch as he was
in a half-sitting, half-lying-down position.
Mom and Dad then came home and saw us all gathered around the TV.
She could see that we were all tired.
"You kids better go to bed soon," my Mom said as she came up to
us. She looked at Tony as he was lying there with his body limp. Mom
could tell that he had wet his diaper when she turned the light on and
saw his crotch all wet.
"Have the boys had their diapers changed?" Mom asked Lisa.
"Right before the movie started," Lisa said. "The boys drank a
lot tonight, though."
"Yeah, Tony's soaking wet already," my Mom said. "How about your
diapers, Chris? No telling what's underneath all that thick white
padding!"
"I just pooped in them not too long ago," I said as I sat before
Mom with my legs spread wide and my crotch exposed to show the full
width of my diapers. I cut another long, wet, messy fart at that time,
varying by almost an entire octave during its delivery.
"We had beans tonight," Lisa said, explaining why I farted so
spectacularly. "Chris and Tony have been cutting the cheese all night."
"But we had Bean-o in mine and Lisa's beans, so you can blame all
the smells on Chris and Tony," Cindy said.
"Well, since they're always the only ones in diapers, they're
pretty much responsible for all the bad smells around this house," Mom
said. "Cotton's litter box has nothing on your dirty diapers, Chris."
By this time, Tony had woken up again. We agreed that we were
both tired and ready to go to bed. He and I went into my room, with
Lisa offering to change Tony's diaper before going to bed. She took off
his wet diaper and wiped him dry, then replaced it with another clean
diaper from his bag. Lisa decided to put two diapers on him just to pad
up his butt some more, and to make it more effective, she poked some
holes in his first diaper with a pair of scissors on my desk. She also
removed Tony's shirt for him as she knew he didn't wear one in bed.
Lisa checked my diapers, too, as part of the hourly check that was, for
the most part, being followed consistently to this point, though Lisa
admitted that it was starting to get monotonous since my diapers
rarely, if ever, showed any signs of leakage for being so thick. Even
as much as I had pooped tonight, Lisa decided that I would be okay
until morning.
Tony and I were both feeling excited about sharing my crib for
the first time. Tony had heard me talk about how comfortable it was to
sleep in, and while he had lay in it during after-school visits, he
hadn't yet spent an entire night sleeping in my crib to enjoy its
comfort. I got into my crib with him and lay down next to him. Lisa
brought Cotton in with her and set him down at the foot of the crib,
where he liked to sleep. Cotton had taken to my crib very well and
liked sleeping in it with me, which he had done every night since I had
gotten it. Lisa shut the gate and turned out the light and wished us
both a good night.
While my crib was just big enough to hold both Tony and me, we
were lying rather closely together. We were each lying on our backs,
talking about what things we would be doing during the spring break
that was coming up in about a week.
"We're going to Seattle to see my Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank, and
my cousins Darren and Nancy," I said to Tony. Tony said that he was
just staying home all week and he knew he would be bored without having
me around to play with.
"How's Darren doing anyway?" Tony asked me.
"Doing fine," I said. "He's told me that he's met a couple
friends who also wear diapers, so I hope to meet them while I'm there,"
I said. "Darren's gone full-time diapers now, school and everything,
and most of the time it's all he ever wears, just like me. His parents
found out how much he likes to wear diapers and they were gonna try to
get him to stop wearing them, and then they talked to my parents. They
said, 'take our advice, don't fight it, just let him wear diapers to
keep family peace.' So, I'm looking forward to seeing him, and I'm
excited about going to Seattle, too."
Tony and I continued to talk about diaper-related matters, such
as my cousin Darren, as we lay there in my crib. We didn't feel as
tired now as we did when watching the movie. Both of us were still
farting every couple of minutes and we were really starting to stink up
my crib. It was enough to drive Cotton off of my crib, as I heard him
meow and then hop up on my diaper changing table to sleep there
instead. Things really smelled foul when I lifted the covers to air out
the fart odors, plus the fact that I was feeling warm, with both Tony
and I generating body heat and lying so closely to each other. The
automated air freshener was doing little to abate the stench.
Tony had since then turned over on his side, facing away from me.
I could feel his warm, shirtless back pressing up against my arms. His
butt was pressing into the front of my diapers and my dick was hard
from the sensation of our diapers rubbing up against each other. Tony
must have liked this, too, as he began playing with himself.
Suddenly, Tony stopped jerking himself and he let out another
big, wet load of poop in his diapers. I could feel the vibration in my
diapers from the force at which he farted and pooped out his stools.
With the covers halfway off of us, I could barely see his white
diapered derriere in what little light there was in my room. I looked
at Tony's butt, knowing that it was now covered in shit beneath his
diaper. I then began rubbing myself, too, unable to resist the urge. In
doing so, my hands were snugly wedged between the front of my diapers
and Tony's diapered behind. I could feel and hear the poop squishing
around underneath his diaper. I found this activity to be quite
intensely arousing, as did Tony.
"Rub my butt some more," Tony said to me. I complied with his
request, not that I objected or had any reservations about doing it, of
course. I put one hand on his behind and kept my other hand on my
diaper. I felt his poop squishing around as I stuck my hand down
towards his crotch and teased his balls. While I was doing this, I
loaded my diapers some more, expelling a very juicy fart along with the
big, wet shit that I had just produced. Tony asked me if he could rub
my butt, too. I felt silly letting him do it, but we were both so horny
now it was unbelievable.
"Let's do it at the same time," I suggested. We figured the best
way to do this was to face each other and put our arms around each
other's abdomens and then put our hands on each other's behinds and rub
them. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, very
pleasing. Our legs were interlocked and my pee-soaked diaper crotch was
rubbing up against his, also soaked heavily in fresh, warm piss. I
could hear the gels of his wet diaper squishing along with his poop as
we felt each other's butts some more. Tony couldn't feel my poop as my
diapers were much too thick, but he liked feeling my plastic pants all
the bulky cotton diaper layers bunched together on me, and I was
getting off on the feeling of having him squish my shit around inside
my diapers. Tony also liked feeling all the pins stuck in the sides of
my diapers. We were both smiling in each other's faces, knowing how
much fun we were having.
Minutes later, he and I both orgasmed into our diapers, and at
about the same time, too. It was the most intense ejaculation I had
ever felt. It made me dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out from
it. We were both very hot and sweaty and our bodies were weak and limp,
so we lay there and relaxed while we caught our breaths.
I was having some afterthoughts about what I had just done with
Tony. I couldn't believe that I had virtually engaged in sexual
intercourse with my best friend. While our diapers had us far removed
from direct genital contact, the activity was much the same. I
dismissed the idea of it being *sex* sex, since our diapers were the
basis of my arousal. On the other hand, the only time I ever got off on
diapers was when it involved other boys wearing them.
The only time my diaper fantasies involved girls was when they
changed my diapers and enjoyed seeing me in them and acknowledging my
using them, making a point of the fact that they, being girls, don't
wear diapers, just boys. While I figured this probably wasn't
absolutely true, it seemed to me that most kids who wear diapers would
be boys, that boys just seemed to be more inclined to wear diapers. My
sisters did well to instill in me such a notion, one with which I was
well satisfied.
I often substituted images of Megan for my sisters when I thought
about all the times Lisa and Cindy changed my diapers and went around
flaunting the fact that they don't wear diapers while I do. I also
thought about having sex with Megan and some other girls at school I
thought were cute. This led me back to pondering my confused feelings
about my sexual orientation. I didn't think I was gay since I didn't
want to have sex with other boys, but I liked to look at them in
diapers and liked to think about other boys getting off on their own
diapers and other boys' diapers. I got off on these thoughts much more
than any girlie magazine could ever do for me.
Tony was having the same feelings as I was, so after a few
minutes of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, we talked
about this. We agreed to keep this episode between us a secret, a
secret that would ultimately consummate our friendship. We didn't talk
about whether or not we would do it again, but I had a good feeling
this wouldn't be the last time we did it.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 19
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Spring break had arrived! I was looking forward to the upcoming
trip to Seattle and seeing cousin Darren at his house for the first
time ever. We wouldn't be leaving until Wednesday evening, however, so
the first few days were just spent at home doing the usual things. Tony
and I played together a lot of the time. While most kids in the
neighborhood played outside on the street, Tony and I mostly stayed
indoors since Lisa and Cindy would not give me my pants until we were
ready to leave on Wednesday. Tony and I had another sleepover the
weekend beforehand and we pretty much did the same things that we
usually did during a sleepover. I wasn't sure if Tony would want to do
what we did last time and have me feel his poop-filled diaper butt
while he felt mine, but I was hoping he would. When we got into the
crib and got next to each other and felt each other's diapers rubbing
up against each other it made us both so horny, and once again, we got
off on the feel and the smell of our poopy diapers. That was the
highlight of our weekend, but everything else was pretty much the same
as before.
Wednesday afternoon had arrived at last. Both Mom and Dad were
still at work, so Mom left Lisa in charge to make sure everyone had
their bags packed and ready to go by the time she and Dad got home.
Cindy had packed her stuff that morning and had since then gone over to
Gina's house to spend the afternoon with her. Mom was due home in less
than half an hour. At this time Lisa helped me pack my stuff. I wanted
to take along some books to read as well as some paper and pens to draw
or write, plus some photos and a couple videos of me in my diapers so
that I could show them to Darren and his friends if I had the chance to
meet them while I was visiting. I especially wanted Darren to see what
my bedroom looked like now, so I made sure to pack some pictures and
video of this. The pictures that Lisa and Cindy had taken of me while
sleeping in my crib turned out really cute, I must admit.
I also included with my stuff a floppy disk with copies of all
the diaper stories that I had written so that I could show them to
Darren. He told me he had written some diaper stories, too and I
couldn't wait to see what his stories were like. All of these things
went into my duffel bag, along with my shirts and socks.
I still had all my diapers to pack and Lisa knew that I would
need another large bag just for these alone. Lisa had a big duffel bag
that she and Cindy had each used for summer camp outings, so she
brought it into my room and set it down on the diaper changing table.
Lisa then opened my diaper cabinet and began taking stacks of cloth
diapers out from it, stuffing the bag full of diapers, packing as many
of them into it as she could. She grabbed some plastic pants and the
entire container of diaper pins along with the powder. Lisa was smiling
as she stuffed the bag completely full.
"Do you think I need to take that many diapers with me?" I asked
Lisa.
"Oh yeah, this is about how many you'll use in the time that
we're gone," Lisa said, patting her hand on top of the bulging bag
before zipping it shut, struggling to get the bag to close with all the
diapers she had put into it.
Lastly, my carry-on bag was packed. Lisa put some disposable
diapers in it for me to wear while traveling. I also put another book
in there so that I could read it on the plane, though since it would be
my first plane ride I would probably be staring out the window and
watching things on the ground below pass by if I had a window seat. I
also threw in my tape player headset along with a couple tapes. My
jacket had also been packed in my carry-on. As Seattle was known for
its rain I had a good feeling I would be needing it.
It hadn't occurred to me that my pants hadn't been packed yet, so
I asked Lisa if she could get them.
"I was wondering when you'd ask about your pants, Chris," Lisa
said to me.
"Well, I guess I don't think about wearing my pants much since I
only wear them to school," I said. Lisa smiled at me as she looked at
me standing before her in my thick, cloth diapers that I had been
wearing since early morning. They were wet and full of shit and they
badly needed to be changed again.
"So where are my pants?" I asked Lisa.
"I already packed them," Lisa replied.
"Where? I didn't see you pack them," I told her.
"I put them in the bottom of your big diaper bag when I got it
from my room. I grabbed your pants from my room and I put them in the
bag before I brought it in here."
"Are you sure?" I asked as I looked at the bulging bag. I started
to unzip it, causing some of the diapers on the top to pop out. Lisa
then brushed my hands away from the bag, stuffed the loose diapers back
down in it and zipped it shut again.
"Your pants are in there, Chris, trust me," Lisa said.
"You do realize that I need them *now*," I said as I pointed to
my fully exposed diapers. "I can't go on the plane in just my diapers."
"Sure you can!" Lisa said. I knew she was kidding, but I was
taken aback by her statement, anyway.
"You can wear your shorts," Lisa suggested.
"You mean those big ones that mom bought for me at the mall? The
ones that only fit over my cloth diapers?" I asked. "I can't wear
those, I'm going to be in a disposable diaper, right?"
"You'll have to find some way to keep them pulled up," Lisa
suggested. "Maybe bunch up the side and then pin it with one of your
diapers pins."
"Nah," I said, thinking about how silly this would look. I had to
think of something, then it occurred to me that maybe I could borrow
some shorts from Tony, even though I knew he didn't have very many
pairs of shorts or pants, either. We were going to stop by Tony's house
on our way to the airport to give him the key to our house. He was
going to come over every day to feed Cotton and play with him as well
as take in the mail and the newspapers and rotate the lights each night
to create the impression that someone was home. At that time I would
pick up some shorts from him when I gave him the key. I told Lisa what
I had planned.
"It's up to you," Lisa said.
I gave Tony a call to ask him if he could have a pair of shorts
or pants ready to give to me when I showed up later. He said he would
try to find a pair but wasn't sure what he had other than his only pair
of pants and one other pair of shorts.
Mom then came home, having picked up Cindy from Gina's house on
her way, and asked me if I had everything ready. I showed her the three
bags that had been packed.
"Okay, good," Mom said. "What's in the big bag?" Mom asked.
Apparently, she wasn't too surprised to see that I was taking so much
with me, mainly, the supply of diapers. Mom picked up the two smaller
bags and took them out to the car.
"Have Lisa change you into a disposable diaper and get your pants
on," Mom said to me. "Dad's going to be home shortly and we need to
take off right away. We'll be on a tight schedule between here and the
airport."
Lisa then had me get up on the changing table, where she stripped
off my wet and poopy diapers. She dropped them in the pail and cleaned
me up. While Lisa was doing this, Mom came back in the room to get my
large bag that mostly contained my diapers.
"I assume this is all your diapers, Chris," my Mom said as she
picked up the big bag. "I never realized they all weighed this much!"
Lisa started snickering as she finished wiping my butt clean. She then
grabbed a disposable diaper and some doublers and put them on me. Lisa
noted my diaper change in the tracking log and then realized that we
would also have to take it with us, as observations would be recorded
while I was at my Aunt Rita's and Uncle Frank's house. She ran it out
to the car and put it in my carry-on bag.
"Can you get Chris his pants, please?" Mom asked Lisa.
"They're already packed," Lisa said. Mom rolled her eyes and
sighed.
"He's going to need to wear something over his diaper," my Mom
said to Lisa.
"I told him he could wear his shorts," Lisa said.
"Those won't fit, Lisa," my Mom said. "I only bought those for
Chris to wear out of the mall that day he got his shorts stolen from
him in the bathroom."
"You mean *my* shorts," Lisa stated.
"Whatever," Mom said. "He needs to get dressed!"
"It's okay, Mom," I told her. "Tony said he'd have some shorts
ready for me when we stopped by to drop off the house key."
"You'd better hope so," my Mom said. "Otherwise, you'll be
boarding the plane just like that," she said, pointing out that all I
had on was my shirt and a disposable diaper, additionally padded up
with doublers in the front, of course.
"I suppose if I had to, I could wear my jacket, since it would
come down far enough to cover my diapers," I said.
"It's up to you, Chris," my Mom said. "Just as long as Tony has
some shorts for you."
"I called him; he said he'd have some," I told Mom.
Lisa then came out of my room carrying the bucket full of my
dirty diapers, taking them to the laundry room.
"You should have changed him out of his cloth diapers earlier,"
my Mom said. "That way you could have had his diapers washed and dried
before we left. You don't have time to do that now."
"I guess I didn't think about that," Lisa said. "I can't just
leave them sitting here stinking up the house."
"Yeah, do, do leave Chris' dirty diapers out," Cindy said with a
smile. "The smell will keep the burglars away, that's for sure!" Cindy
joked.
"Just wash his diapers for now, Lisa, and then when we go to
Tony's house to give him the key to the house, we can tell him to move
the diapers into the dryer," Mom said. "He'll have to stay at the house
while the dryer's running. They've been known to cause fires, you
know."
The car's trunk and the back seat was loaded with everyone's
baggage. Cotton's litter box had been changed and he had fresh food and
water. We were just waiting on Dad to come home from work now.
Everybody was ready to leave except for the fact that I was still in
just my diaper, hoping that Tony would have a pair for me. All we could
do was just sit around and watch the TV and wait anxiously. Dad was
running late.
"C'mon, Robert, we got a plane to catch," mom mumbled nervously
while looking at her watch. Mom looked at me and saw that I was still
in my diapers.
"Are you sure Tony is going to have some shorts for you?" my Mom
asked me.
"He said he'd look for some," I said.
"Better call him again to make sure," mom sighed. "If he doesn't
have them, then get your other shorts, I don't care if you have to hold
them up while walking through the airport."
I went to the phone and gave Tony a call. While I was dialing and
waiting for someone to pick up, Mom said, "Keep it short, in case Dad
needs to call and explain why he's running late."
Kara answered the phone, so I asked her for Tony.
"He's changing his diapers right now," Kara said. "He'll be right
out."
I stood there and waited for Tony. While I was standing there, I
wet into my diaper. Cindy pointed out that I had done so as she
observed the stripes on my diaper changing color.
"I've never seen your disposable diapers do that before," Cindy
said. "They're always already wet by the time me or Lisa takes your
pants off and changes you out your disposables."
Finally, Tony answered and I told him that I needed to find out
if he had found me some shorts.
"Yeah, I do," Tony said, though he sounded somewhat dubious about
it. I asked him if the shorts were any good.
"They might be too small," he said. "But I think they'll fit you,
as long as you're in a disposable diaper, of course."
"Sound good," I said. "I guess I'll try them on when I get
there."
"If we have time," Mom said, still sitting in her recliner.
"Clear the line, Chris; Dad may be trying to call," Mom said.
"Well, gotta go, see you in a little bit," I said to Tony as I
hung up the phone.
Dad finally pulled into the driveway. We went out to the car and
greeted him.
"You're running, late, honey," my Mom said to my Dad.
"Yes, I know that, dear," my Dad grumbled. "It was another one of
those damn 'last-minute-meetings!'" Dad said, saying the last part in a
mocking tone of voice. I almost laughed, but I knew Dad wouldn't
appreciate it.
"They knew damn well I was leaving for Seattle tonight. It was a
stupid meeting, too. It could have easily waited until tomorrow, and it
wasn't even that important, but nooooo!"
"Kids, get in the car, we're going now!" my Mom said while she
went into the house with my Dad so that he could change out of his
stuffy work attire.
"What the hell is Chris doing in just his diaper?" my Dad asked
my Mom. "He needs to get dressed now!"
"He's going to borrow a pair of shorts from Tony when we stop by
there on the way to the airport," my Mom said while trying to relax my
father.
"Whatever," Dad said as he shrugged. I heard Mom continue
explaining the matter while she went into the house with Dad. Mom and
Dad then came out of the house a couple minutes later. Dad had changed
into his casual clothes and we were on our way to the airport at last.
We went to Tony's house first. As usual, there were other kids
playing outside and would see me in just my diaper. I knew that we were
running short on time, but I hesitated as I sat there holding the key
that I was to give to Tony.
"Go, Chris!" my Mom said as she turned around and looked at me
staring out the window at the other kids playing. "They've seen you in
your diapers before!"
I had to get out on the side of the car facing the street, so the
other kids would see me in my diapers as I did. They started laughing
as they watched me trot across the front lawn on the way to the front
door of Tony's house. They got a good view of my diapered butt when I
dropped the key in the grass and bent down to retrieve it.
"Shit!" I grumbled as I rooted around in the grass to look for
it. While I was bent over I heard a girl whistling, then shouting "nice
butt!"
Mom rolled the window down and shouted, "Remember to tell Tony
about the dryer!"
Tony then came to the door, dressed in just his T-shirt and
diaper. I handed him the key and told him about moving my diapers to
the dryer when he went over to the house.
"Okay," he said. "Here's your shorts."
"Thanks," I said. I looked at them, remembering what they had
looked like when Tony wore them while they were new. The leg openings
were frayed and they did look a little small. I decided to try them on,
so I unfolded them and started to put my foot into one of the leg
openings.
"Chris! You can put them on in the car!" my Mom shouted.
"I gotta go," I said. "See you when I get back."
"Have fun!" Tony said as I ran back to the car.
I got back into the car and Dad took off before I even had the
door all the way shut. Dad was really gunning it now. We entered the
main street and were faced with traffic, causing Dad to complain.
"It's as if these people knew we were on our way to the airport,"
Dad complained. I just ignored him and tried to put my shorts on in the
car. I got them on most of the way, but by the time they got about
halfway over my diapers, there was some resistance.
"Uh oh," I said. "These shorts are too small."
"Not much you can do about that now," my Mom said. I couldn't get
the shorts up while I was sitting, so I had to stand up in the back
seat while bent over. Dad got onto the freeway and was passing a line
of slower cars in the next lane. I wondered what they thought of me
unintentionally mooning them as I pressed my diapered butt up against
the back window.
I couldn't get the shorts to pull up, so Cindy, who was sitting
next to me, helped. She pulled them up a little farther, but the top
two inches of my diaper was still exposed.
"That's as good as I can do, I'm afraid," Cindy said. Lisa looked
at me and snickered. I tried pulling the shorts up some more, but they
were not going to go any higher. Resigning myself to the realization
that I would have to walk through two airports like this, I dwelled on
the embarrassment that I had yet to face. Just when I thought that this
was bad enough, Cindy said, "We got another problem."
"What?" I asked.
Cindy stuck her hand behind me, and then I felt her fingers
rubbing up against the surface of my diapers. I could tell from the way
her fingers felt that they were not rubbing up against the fabric of
the shorts and that I could feel the tension of the shorts pulling on
me as she inserted her entire hand into what turned out to be a nice,
straight rip along the seam of the back of the shorts.
"What's the matter?" Mom asked.
"There's a hole in the butt of Chris' shorts," Cindy said. I felt
my face reddening.
"Shit!" I thought.
"Mom! Cindy said 'butt hole'", Lisa mocked-tattled.
"That doesn't count, Lisa," Cindy said. "I said 'hole', and then
'butt', not 'butt' and then 'hole.'"
"Kids, stop it!" my Dad said.
"Maybe they sell shorts at the gift shop," I suggested.
"Forget it, Chris," my Mom said. "They probably don't, and if
they did, they'd charge an arm and a leg, and we don't have time to
stop for anything."
Cindy then started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Mom asked her.
"You said an arm and a *leg*, get it? Shorts? Leg?"
Lisa then started giggling along with Cindy, and then added a
line of her own.
"Yeah, we'd really take it in the shorts, huh?" Lisa said.
"All right, knock it off!" Dad said, obviously in no mood for
humor. Neither was I, knowing that everyone in the airport would get to
see a good portion of my diapered butt.
"They'll just think it's your underwear," my Mom said.
"If you look closely, you can definitely tell it's a diaper,"
Cindy pointed out.
We got to the airport and Dad dropped us off at the curb, rushing
us to get all our bags and to get them checked on the plane. Mom took
my carry-on bag along with her own while I lugged the big bag of
diapers and my other bag into the terminal building. Of course there
was a line, which only added to the anxiety. I knew that no matter
which way I faced, someone would see the big rip in the back of my
shorts.
While I was standing there in line I felt a bowel movement coming
on, and then, I let it rip, farts and all, likely catching the
attention of the people behind us who had kids with them, of course.
When I heard their little boy laughing, I had a good feeling that it
was from me pooping in my diaper. I heard the older boy accusing him of
farting.
"You really must have cut one, Tyler!" the other boy said.
"It wasn't me," the little boy said. I then heard him whispering.
"I think it's that kid in front of us. Look at his butt, his
shorts are torn, and that looks like a diaper!"
"You're right, it is!" the other boy said. They started laughing
together.
"I think he just took a crap in them," the older boy said.
By this time, Dad had come into the building carrying his
luggage, waiting at the back of the line just as the rest of us had
gotten up there. The man at the counter asked me if I packed my own
bag.
"Actually, she did," I said, pointing to Lisa. She was then asked
the remainder of the questions regarding the contents of the bag. We
stood off to the side and waited for Dad to get his suitcase checked.
I felt the mess inside of my diaper pressing up against my butt
and knowing I was in the airport wearing a poopy diaper, I wanted to be
changed. I asked Lisa if she could change me.
"Mom, Chris needs his diaper changed," Lisa said.
"Change him on the plane," Mom said. "We don't have time."
"Eww!" Lisa said as she looked at my backside. She noted that my
diaper was leaking and poop was running down my legs.
"He's starting to leak," Lisa said.
"You diapered him, didn't you?" Mom asked her.
"Yeah," Lisa replied. "Why?"
"You might have been in a hurry when you put his diaper on," Mom
said.
"I made sure his diaper was good and tight like I always do,"
Lisa said defensively. "I don't know what would cause his diaper to
leak, but he does need to be changed soon."
Mom looked at her watch and then she looked up the board that
listed the status of the flights.
"Well, you gotta really do it fast!" Mom said. Just as Lisa
started to escort me to the nearest bathroom, Dad came out from the
line and said, "okay, let's hurry!"
"Chris needs to be changed," my Mom said to Dad.
"We don't have time," my Dad said. "Let's go!"
Dad walked at a very brisk pace as we followed him towards the
escalators that led up to the main concourse. It was hard to walk fast
with a messy diaper, especially a leaky one with poop dripping down my
legs.
I got on the escalator and looked behind me, trying to see what I
looked like from behind with what little bit of reflection the metal
surface of the escalator wall provided. All I could see was a blurry
image of the cobalt blue fabric of the shorts with a very highly
contrasting strip of white in the center. As the shorts were tight,
there was no slack around the rip, thus, the split was wide open and
exposing the diaper as much as it possibly could.
We got to the concourse and approached the metal detector.
Because of the awkward way that I was walking from wearing my soiled
diaper, the guard might have been suspicious that I was concealing
something in my shorts. I knew that these people took no chances
whatsoever. He ran the wand around my legs, probably getting a good
look at the mess that was running down the inside of my thighs and
catching a good whiff of the aroma of my poop-covered butt.
"Okay, sir, thank you," the guard said as he dismissed me. I
watched him wincing and fanning his face afterwards, obviously offended
by my poop odors.
Mom was the last of our family to pass through the security
checkpoint. She still had my carry-on bag with her. After they ran it
through the x-ray, they spotted something that warranted a visual
check, so they zipped the bag open, pulling out my supply of diapers in
full view of other passengers. In addition, he also pulled out the
diaper change tracking log, whose cover prominently displayed the
Thickies logo. Lisa and Cindy giggled as they watched, and then they
jostled me. I was already embarrassed enough at this point. It turned
out to be my tape player that caused the suspicious image on the X-ray
screen, so after inspecting the bag, they let Mom through, and we were
finally on our way to the gate.
As we walked through the concourse, there was a mirrored section
on the wall. I stopped briefly to make a clearer self-examination of my
appearance from behind. I could plainly see the big rip in the back of
my diapers as well as the brown residue that had streaked down my legs.
"Chris!" Mom shouted. "Get your butt up here!"
I ran up to her and the rest of the family and met them at the
gate.
"Made it!" my Dad said.
We barely had two minutes to sit down before the pre- boarding
announcement was made. As I got up from my seat I could see that I had
left behind a small puddle of liquid poop. The seat was plastic, so
there was no fabric to absorb it. If it didn't dry out soon, the next
unlucky soul who sat there was going to have an unwanted blemish on the
back of his pants.
As if I wasn't already nervous from my diapered state being so
conspicuous to everyone, as well as the way I had just used my diapers,
getting onto the plane added to my anxiety even more. I wasn't sure
what to experience when the plane took off. I did feel lucky to get a
window seat, however. While waiting for takeoff I sat there and stared
out the small window and watched the activity of the airport workers
carting luggage and doing other things. I tried to ignore the way that
my diaper was stinking up the air in what little space there was
between my seat and the seat in front of me. Lisa was in the seat next
to me, just barely able to squeeze her wide butt into it.
"You are really smelly, Chris!" Lisa said. "As soon as we can,
I'm taking you into the bathroom to change your diaper."
While waiting for the last few passengers to get on the plane, I
pooped my diaper some more. I knew for sure that I was going to really
be a big mess. Just to make sure the seat stayed clean, Lisa had set
the vomit bag on my seat for me to sit on.
The door closed and the jet's turbines were revving up some more.
The plane then backed away from the terminal building and started
taxiing out towards the runway. The pilot was making his spiel and the
stewardess was demonstrating the ensuing safety lecture. I wasn't
paying any attention, however, as I was so nervous about being on my
first flight. I peed my diaper, adding to its already overused
condition. Lisa was even holding my hand to try to keep me calmed.
The plane reached the end of the runway and then, with sudden
acceleration, it ascended up into the sky. I had never traveled in
anything that could move so fast as I felt the G-force pressing into my
face. It was almost like a carnival ride. Once we were in the air I
looked out the window and I could see the city of Boise below and the
mountains just behind it. It was dusk and lights were starting to turn
on. It was a nice view and I enjoyed it while I could see it. Soon the
lights faded into the distance and only a few sparse points of light
appeared here and there. I was still a little nervous, but I was
feeling better now, just that my diaper was seriously in need of
changing.
Once the plane had reached its cruising altitude and the seatbelt
lights went off, Lisa escorted me out of my seat and back to the
bathrooms. She asked me to hand her my carry-on bag. She pulled out a
diaper and the tub of wipes.
"Can't we just take my whole bag back there?" I asked.
"We don't need it, now come on," Lisa said as she stood in the
aisle took my hand.
I stuck my diapered butt in Cindy's face as we got out of the
seats. I felt so funny walking past dozens of passengers while
following my sister to the bathroom. We were up towards the front and
had walked much of the length of the plane to get to the back. Seeing
that Lisa was carrying a diaper, flashing it around in plain view of
everyone along with the wipes, it was fairly obvious that Lisa was
going to be changing my diaper. We drew a few stares from the
passengers.
I knew that the onboard bathroom couldn't possibly be very big,
but I figured it would at least be enough space to accommodate Lisa and
me at the same time. The diaper changing table was only big enough to
hold a toddler, so Lisa had to change me on the floor. Because Lisa was
as big as she was and that I had to lie flat on my back, there was no
way we could do this without leaving the door open. I was mortified
upon realizing this.
I had no choice but to let Lisa take my shorts off and then my
diaper, offering the passengers in the back rows a good show that they
didn't expect to get when they bought their tickets. Most of them could
only see Lisa's big butt sticking out in the aisle along with my bare
legs, so they couldn't see my face, at least until I had gotten back
up.
Lisa had a hard time getting my shorts to come off from over the
thick, swollen diaper. As she pulled it away she realized what had
caused it to leak.
"The tapes on this side must have come undone when you were
trying to put your shorts on," Lisa said. She then remove the filthy
diaper and set it aside. I looked up and saw her large chest and face
in front of me with the lights above the aisle of the plane behind her.
Her long hair was brushing up against my face and tickling it.
Lisa then wiped me up the best she could in such confining
conditions. In addition to wiping my butt she also cleaned my legs off.
She discarded the diaper and the wipes and then put the clean diaper on
me. We didn't bother with the doublers for travel, and at this point,
it was just as well. She put the diaper on me and taped it shut. She
then slid my shorts up to where the diaper started to resist the
shorts. Just as I expected, they didn't fit easily. She was also being
careful not to accidentally rip open the tapes on the side of my
diaper, for fear that it may leak again. She had me stand up to pull
the shorts up as far as they would go.
"You'll need to change your shorts as soon as we get to Aunt
Rita's and Uncle Frank's," Lisa said. Lisa then told me to wash my
hands as I had touched the floor, and return to my seat. She would be
right behind me after she washed hers.
As I headed back, I didn't look at a single person, but I could
see in my peripheral vision that some of them were looking at me,
knowing that I had just gotten a diaper change from an older girl that
most of them would presume was my sister.
It felt good to have a clean, dry diaper on again. I located my
seat and again, stuck my rear into Cindy's face.
"At least your diaper's clean this time, Diaper Butt," Cindy said
to me as she patted the diaper-exposed portion of my rump while I
scooted by her. I sat down and looked out the window, seeing only
clouds and twilight in the distance. I pulled out my tape player and
put on my headphones and relaxed during the remainder of the flight.
Lisa then returned to her seat. She clicked on the light above her seat
and pulled my diaper change log out of my bag. She did some rather
extensive writing this time. The in-flight meal-- a can of soda and a
bag of peanuts-- was served shortly afterwards. Just as the flight
seemed like it had started and I had gotten settled into my seat, the
pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Seattle, as it
was only about a one-hour flight from Boise.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 20
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I watched out the window of the plane as we headed towards
Seattle. It was dark now, and all I could see were patches of lights
from the city below through the holes in the clouds. As the plane got
lower, I could see the traffic on the freeway. The streets reflected
the lights from being wet from the rain. Lisa was also watching out my
window. We enjoyed the aerial view of Seattle as we touched down on the
runway. As I nervously anticipated the landing, I wet into my diaper.
Several minutes later, the plane had stopped at the gate and we
got up and walked up to the front of the plane to exit. Lisa had walked
behind me as we filed out of the plane. She noted that the rip in the
back of my shorts had become even larger, sticking her hand in it just
to demonstrate it.
"Don't touch it," I said. "You might rip it some more."
"It can't be ripped much more, Chris," Lisa said. "Heck, you
might as well not even be wearing them since half your butt is showing
now, your diapered butt, that is."
As I walked up the ramp that led into the terminal I thought
about how once again I would be amid hundreds, thousands of people--
albeit strangers-- many of whom would see that my ripped shorts were
exposing my "underwear" rather prominently, and those who were close
enough or observant enough would see that I was actually wearing a
diaper.
We entered the terminal building, where dozens of people around
us were either waiting to board or waiting to pick up those of us who
were getting off the plane. Mom looked through the crowd and spotted
Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank as they waved to us. Nancy and Darren were
with them, of course. Uncle Frank gave me a bear hug and a firm
handshake. Aunt Rita showed more affection as she held me and kissed
me.
"How's the *other* diaper boy?" she asked me. Her comment seemed
to indicate that Darren was often referred to as "diaper boy." I looked
around to see if anyone heard Aunt Rita say that. There was so much
noise and commotion that nobody around us seemed to notice or care.
I went down the line and gave Nancy a hug. I could tell she
wanted to feel my diapers to make sure I was wearing them, as she put
her hands around my waist and patted my behind. As I turned around and
went towards Darren, Nancy noticed the big rip in the back of my
shorts.
"Your shorts are ripped," Nancy said. "And your diaper's really
showing, too!"
This time somebody noticed when Nancy said this. It was a middle-
aged man who looked down at my butt, made a double-take, and then moved
on.
"Why is Chris wearing shorts?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom.
"It's a long story," my Mom said. "I'll explain later."
"They look a tad small," Uncle Frank said. "No wonder they ripped
on you, boy!"
"They were already ripped," I said to Uncle Frank.
"So why did you wear them?"
"It's all I had to wear before we left," I said. I knew Mom would
explain it to him eventually, so I didn't get into it and instead moved
on to greet Darren. He came up to me and gave me the high-five.
"How'ya doin' cousin!" Darren said cheerfully.
"Doin' all right," I said. "Just got off my first airplane flight
ever."
"How was it?" he asked.
"I was a little nervous, but I liked it," I said. "It was fun. I
liked looking at the city when we landed."
Darren and I hadn't seen each other in almost two years, and
while we had written letters back and forth, we still had a lot of
things to catch up on. Before we left the gate, Mom suggested that I
put my jacket on so that it would cover up the rip in the butt of my
shorts and my exposed diaper.
"Yeah, get your jackets on, kids," Uncle Frank said to me and my
sisters. "You're in Seattle now, and yes, it's raining."
As we walked down the long concourse, I looked around and noticed
that hardly anybody had shorts on, so even with my jacket draped over
my backside, my bare legs were sure to stand out among the others. I
walked behind Darren and I could hear his diaper crinkling beneath his
jeans, and from the way he was walking, I had a feeling that he had
pooped in his diaper. I confirmed this with more certainty when I
detected an odor.
"Where's a bathroom?" Lisa asked.
"Right over here," Uncle Frank directed her to the restrooms.
"We'll wait for you out here."
"I gotta go, too," Cindy said as she followed Lisa into the
women's restroom.
"You need to be changed, Darren?" Uncle Frank asked his son.
"I'll be okay until we get home," Darren said.
"We're not going straight home," Aunt Rita said to Darren. "We're
going out to eat first, so you'd better be changed if you need it, and
from the smell of it, you do."
Aunt Rita reached into her purse and pulled out a diaper. She
handed it to Nancy, who then escorted Darren into the women's restroom.
"So Darren still doesn't get to change his own diapers, Aunt
Rita?" I asked her.
"Nope, after we found out how much Darren liked wearing diapers
and tried to get him to stop, we agreed, as a family, that we'd let him
wear them, but he must leave it to someone else to change him, and
usually Nancy changes him. She's gotten used to handling his dirty
diapers and wiping his butt all the time."
I stood with the adults and waited for the three girls to come
out of the bathroom, along with Darren. While waiting, I watched a girl
come out and say, "There was a boy in there!" to her father.
"Well, some girls do look like boys, you know," the man said.
"No, this was definitely a boy," she said. "He was wearing a
diaper, too!"
A minute or so later Darren came out of the bathroom with his
diaper freshly changed. He looked embarrassed about having been in the
women's restroom.
"That's him," the girl said to her father.
"Definitely a boy," the father said.
Lisa, Cindy and Nancy all came out of the bathroom at the same
time, giggling like they always did whenever they got together.
"How's your diaper, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
"Just wet," I said. "I can wait."
"You sure?" she asked me. "You sure you don't want to go into the
girls' room to get changed?"
"Wait until he poops, Cindy," my Mom said. "He may be good until
we get to your Uncle Frank's and Aunt Rita's place, and then you can
cloth diaper him for the night."
I was glad to hear this since I didn't want to be dragged into
the women's restroom, even though I didn't know anybody where I was. We
continued to walk down the long concourse, much longer than anything I
ever saw in Boise's airport. We went down the escalator to the baggage
claims. While on the escalator I looked behind me to see how well my
jacket was covering the opening in the back of my shorts. I figured I
was okay as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything.
We got to the baggage claim and waited for our luggage to come
off the conveyor and onto the carousel. Uncle Frank and Darren had
moved on to get the car. I watched for my duffel bag that I normally
used for sleepovers at Tony's house, and of course, the big army green
duffel bag that contained all my diapers. The small bag came early, but
it took forever for the other bag to materialize. Meanwhile, Lisa and
Cindy each grabbed their bags, along with Mom and Dad.
"Does everybody have their bags?" Uncle Frank asked.
"Nope, we're still waiting on Chris' diaper bag," Lisa said out
loud, drawing some stares. If any of them were thinking they would have
had to wonder why a diaper bag would be so big that it would have to be
checked in. Other passengers grabbed their bags and the crowd thinned
with only a few of us still waiting. Finally, the big, green bag
appeared.
"There it is," Lisa said.
"That's Chris' diaper bag?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom, surprised by
how big it was. "It looks like he's got enough in there to hold all his
worldly possessions."
"Good thing we only had to bring a four-day supply of diapers for
Chris," my Mom said. "Otherwise we'd have had to check it on board as
freight."
"That's only for four days worth of diapers?" Nancy asked Lisa as
she watched her lift the heavy bag off the carousel.
"You've seen Chris in his diapers, Nancy," Lisa said. "You know
how many diapers he likes to wear at a time."
"Yeah, that'd explain why you had to use such a big bag to carry
them all," Nancy said.
"Here you go, Chris," Lisa said as she handed the big bag to me.
"They're your diapers, you can lug them around."
I didn't realize how heavy my diapers were until I had to carry
my bag of them for a couple hundred feet. Everyone else was walking
ahead of me, each carrying their own single suitcases along with their
carry-ons.
"Wait up!" I said.
"Lisa, go give your brother a hand with his diaper bag," I heard
my Mom say to her. Lisa then came back to me and handed me her
suitcase. It was lavender with orchid patterns embroidered all over it.
"Trade ya!" Lisa said, handing me her suitcase as well as her
purse.
"No thanks," I said. No way in hell was I going to get caught
carrying Lisa's stuff!
"Okay, then can you keep up with us?" Lisa asked.
"I think so," I said as I bent over to pick up the bag.
"Your diaper's showing," Lisa said to me as she saw my jacket
ride up high enough to let the seat of my torn shorts show. I just
ignored her and picked up my bag.
"How much further do we have to go?" I asked.
"Right here," Aunt Rita said as she pointed to some doors that
led out to the parking area. "Your Uncle Frank went to get the car and
he'll be right down to pick us up at the curb."
We waited outside the airport building, watching the rain come
down as we stood beneath the eaves. I watched several cars go by on the
drive, not even sure of what to watch for since I hadn't seen what
Uncle Frank's new car looked like. I wet my diaper again and I felt it
starting to get full in the front as well as heavy. I didn't have any
diaper doublers so I knew I was not diapered with as much capacity for
wetness as I was used to when I wore disposables.
"There he is," Aunt Rita said. He pulled up to the curb and
popped the trunk open from inside the car.
Lisa took my diaper bag and heaved it into the trunk. In doing
so, she exaggerated its weight by grunting and panting as she made the
bag look as if it weighed a lot more than it did.
"Hnnnnghhh...hnnnnnnnnnghhh.....hnnnggghh.......yah! Whew!" Lisa
said as she hoisted the bag into the trunk of the car. Nancy and Cindy
were laughing.
"Is your diaper bag really that heavy?" Darren asked me.
"Pretty close!" Lisa answered for me as she feigned exhaustion.
She threw in her bags and everyone else put theirs in the trunk as
well.
"How are we all going to ride in your car?" I asked Uncle Frank.
"I drove, too," Aunt Rita said. "We'll split up and go in
separate vehicles, so you wanna ride with me or your Uncle Frank?"
"Who are you riding with, Darren?" I asked him.
"I came with my Dad," he said. With this I decided I would ride
with Uncle Frank and be with Darren. My parents also rode with him. The
girls all opted to go with Aunt Rita, so they took off with her and
followed her to the parking garage. It was nice to not listen to their
constant giggling and laughter for at least a few minutes. I had to
feel sorry for Aunt Rita because of this, though.
We headed out of the airport and then got onto Interstate 5 and
headed towards downtown Seattle. I could see the lights of the distant
skyscrapers through the rainy haze. Like the city and the airport, the
freeway was bigger and busier than what I had seen in Boise. Along the
way I had pooped my diapers again. It felt like a good load, as it
usually was. I felt less secure in the disposable diapers and didn't
feel that I could poop them as much as the cloth diapers. Mom was
sitting next to me and she mentioned my having a bowel movement after
she heard it and smelled it discharge from my butt.
"Chris, was that you that just pooped?" Mom asked. I wasn't used
to Mom asking who had just pooped since she always knew it was me,
being the one in the family who pooped in anything besides a toilet. I
was silent for a moment as I thought about the unusualness of Mom's
query.
"Was it you, Chris, or was it you, Darren?" Mom asked again. "I
can't tell now, having two diaper wearers in the car."
"It was me," I said. "I went quite a bit, and I'm really wet,
too."
"Then one of your sisters will have to change you at the
restaurant," Mom said.
"Where are we going, anyway?" I asked.
"You'll like this place, Chris," Uncle Frank told me. "The
restaurant overlooks Elliot Bay and you can see the Seattle skyline
reflecting on the water, it's beautiful! I just hope we can get a seat
by the window."
We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and waited
inside the lobby for a table, as well as for Aunt Rita and the girls to
catch up. The restaurant was like a Sizzler, but a little nicer. Before
we were seated, Uncle Frank gathered up all our jackets and hung them
in a place provided for them in the lobby. This left my diapered behind
open to more exposure. In addition to the torn shorts that were
exposing my diaper, the T-shirt I was wearing made me feel underdressed
and I stood out from the others. A few minutes later we had a table by
the window as Uncle Frank wanted.
"Who's turn is it to change Chris'?" my Mom asked, noting that I
was beginning to stink even more. As always, I cringed with a wave of
self-consciousness pouring over me as I looked around at the other
diners, but they didn't seem to be paying any attention.
"I changed him on the plane," Lisa said. "It's your turn, Cindy."
"Okay, got a diaper on you?" she asked me.
"Of course I do," I said. "I've always got a diaper on me."
"No, silly, I meant, do you have a diaper handy?"
"They're out in the car in my bag in the trunk," I said. Uncle
Frank reached into his pocket for his keys and handed his trunk key to
Cindy. She and I then went out to the car and opened the trunk. We
stood in the pouring rain as I rummaged through all the other bags to
find my bag with disposable diapers in it. I found it buried beneath
everyone else's and pulled it out. Cindy took the bag from me, unzipped
it and pulled out a fresh, folded diaper and some wipes. She then shut
the trunk and led me back into the restaurant, taking my hand. I felt
embarrassed as I watched her carrying the diaper and the wipes as we
walked through the crowd of other people waiting in the lobby. Anyone
who was paying attention could see that the diaper was big enough to
fit me as Cindy made certain to let everyone see that she was carrying
it and planning to put it on me, as if the tear in my shorts didn't
make it obvious enough. Cindy felt my hand tense up.
"Relax, Chris," Cindy said. "It's not like you know any of these
people here. So what if they see that you wear diapers!"
Several people within earshot looked at us as we looked for the
restrooms, catching a glimpse of my diapered butt. Cindy asked a
passing waitress where the restrooms were located. The waitress looked
at me quizzically, noting that Cindy was carrying a diaper and some
wipes.
After the waitress pointed us to the restrooms, Cindy took me
into the ladies' room. There were two stalls, and one of them was
occupied. I could tell from the shoes and the size of the feet of its
occupant that it was a girl about my age, maybe younger. I hoped that
she was about done and would leave, but she was there for at least two
minutes after Cindy began my diaper change. No doubt she saw Cindy's
hands pull my shorts down and expose my soaked and soiled diaper. I had
a feeling the girl was watching Cindy change my diaper since she had
flushed the toilet and pulled her pants back up already but didn't
leave right away.
"You're a messy boy, Chris!" Cindy said. While my shoes, striped
socks and shorts were good visual indications that I was a boy, Cindy's
use of the word "boy" made this very clear to the girl in the other
stall, though when Cindy had my diaper off and exposed my genitals, the
curious girl had no doubts that there was a boy in the girls' room, and
that this boy wore diapers and pooped in them.
"This is so embarrassing," I complained. The girl heard my boy
voice, no doubt, but she already knew this by this point anyway. Either
the girl's curiosity was satisfied, or she was repulsed by the site and
the smell of my shit-filled diaper. She finally left the stall and
washed her hands before leaving the restroom.
After Cindy cleaned me up and changed my diaper, we washed our
hands and returned to the table. We walked by one table where I thought
I had seen the girl who was in the bathroom. She looked at me funny,
especially since I had taken my jacket off and Cindy was carrying it
for me, leaving my diapered butt nearly completely exposed again.
I was glad to get back to the table. A glass of Sprite had
already been ordered for me and I began sipping on it, along with
munching on some appetizers. I looked out the window across the table
and enjoyed the view of the city, including the familiar Space Needle.
As luck would have it, the same waitress that Cindy had asked
about the restrooms was our server, and she likely remembered seeing
Cindy and me, especially since Cindy had set the diaper wipes on the
floor beneath her.
After we placed our orders, Darren and I talked about several
things, reserving our discussion of all diaper- related matters for
after we got to his house. The meal came a short time later, and after
eating a thick steak with salad I was ready for some ice cream, but I
would have to get up and expose my diapered backside while I went to
the ice cream dispenser. I eventually decided that it didn't matter who
saw me, though it was still embarrassing for people to see that I was
in tight, short shorts, they were ripped in the seat, and that beneath
them was a thick disposable diaper. There was little point in wearing
the shorts at all.
After I dispensed a big dish full of ice cream and glopped on a
big ladle-ful of chocolate syrup, I turned around and found that same
girl standing behind me! She was smiling and she looked a little
embarrassed, as if she wanted to comment on me wearing diapers.
Finally, she said, "nice diapers you got on." I headed back to the
table, trying to ignore her presence. I thought that things like this
only happened in movies, where two people who are complete strangers
keep running into each other by coincidence, but I was starting to
wonder if I'd bump into her again once we left the restaurant.
My stomach was completely full as we left the restaurant. I knew
that I would be soiling the diaper I had on before too long once all
the food I ate processed. We drove several more miles, going across
Lake Washington and Mercer Island, over to Bellevue, where Uncle Frank
and Aunt Rita lived. Their house was surrounded by several trees and
was quite a big place. Uncle Frank's job at Boeing obviously paid him
well.
While I had seen pictures of Uncle Frank's place, I was still
unsure of what to expect upon going in. The front room alone was quite
big, and all the other rooms were just as impressive. I was almost
expecting a butler to appear and offer to take my bags to Darren's
room, but Uncle Frank wasn't quite that well-to-do, so I had to perform
the laborious chore of hauling all my diapers into Darren's room
myself, especially since it was upstairs. At least Darren took my other
two bags for me.
Darren led me up the curved staircase and through the spacious
hallway and into his bedroom. As I looked at how large his bedroom was,
I became envious of him when comparing it to what I had back home. One
consolation, though, was that my room was now a nursery, which I had
gotten to enjoy having very much.
Even though it was larger than most, Darren's bedroom was like
any other boy's room, even with the usual floor clutter of toys and
clothes, mostly dirty shirts and socks. In fact, I didn't see any
pants. I asked Darren how many pairs he owned.
"Just the ones I'm wearing now," he said. "I don't have a lot of
use for them since I'm usually in just my diapers."
"Same here," I said. "That's why I had to borrow these shorts
from my friend Tony."
"I hope he didn't want them too much," Darren said. "I didn't
want to tell you how much your diapers were showing when we were in the
restaurant."
"I already know how much they were showing," I said. "I didn't
find out they were ripped until we were on our way to the airport, and
by then it was too late. I had to walk through the airport and ride the
plane like this," I said as I pointed to my butt. "This one girl behind
me at the ice cream machine pointed it out to me, too. She was the same
one that was in the bathroom when Cindy changed me."
Darren showed me around his room and showed me all his toys and
other belongings, which included a computer that he said was his own,
and one damn good stereo, which he was happy to demonstrate. He had
Queensryche's "Empire" CD playing.
"These guys are from right here in Seattle," Darren explained.
"I know, they're pretty cool," I said. "You guys have a lot of
cool rock bands here."
After Darren turned his stereo down we heard the girls giggling
in the next room. We figured Nancy was showing Lisa and Cindy her
bedroom which was likely just as lavish.
All the dinner that I ate caused me to load my diapers again.
Darren told me that he could see the seat of my diapers expanding as I
pooped into them. It was a good load like the last two that I had
today. Darren must have enjoyed seeing this since it prompted him to
remove his pants and strip to his diaper. He had wet in it, but he
hadn't pooped since he was changed back at the airport. I could tell
that he was hard as the front of his diaper was accented by the tent
shape.
I decided to pull off my shorts, too and just go around in my
diaper. The shorts were useless at this point, anyway. Darren walked me
over to his computer and turned it on to show me that he had just typed
up the story that he had written by hand three years ago about how his
visit to my place got him into wearing diapers.
"Can you print me a copy?" I asked him.
"Sure," Darren said. "Actually, maybe tomorrow I can print some
of the other stories I have written about wearing diapers."
"How many stories have you written?" I asked Darren.
"Oh, maybe ten or twelve, but I haven't finished a lot of them."
"Same here," I said. "I probably have twenty or so, but I need to
finish up the ones I've already got going before I start any new ones.
I love writing stories about boys in diapers."
"Yeah, they're fun to write," Darren agreed, "but I don't know
who will ever get to read them besides me and my friends who wear
diapers."
"Same here," I said. "I wonder if anyone else writes stories like
this?" I asked.
"I'm sure they do," Darren said. "I wish there was a way that
we'd get to see them. I've searched the BBS systems around here, but I
haven't seen anything yet. I know that you and I aren't the only ones
besides babies who wear diapers, so some of them also probably write
stories."
I looked at one of the doors in Darren's bedroom. It looked like
it led into another room, so I asked Darren what it was.
"It used to be my bathroom," Darren said. "Every bedroom in this
house has it's own bathroom," Darren said. "But after it was decided
that I would be in diapers for good, there was no need for me to have a
toilet, so they took it out and tiled over the floor where it used to
sit. I even took pictures of the plumbers as they ceremoniously hauled
the toilet out of here."
"So what's in there now?" I asked.
"My dirty diapers," Darren said. "It keeps the smell down, and
the sink is still in there so I can brush my teeth and for Nancy to
wash her hands after she changes me."
Just as I was about to show Darren some pictures and some video
of my newly decorated bedroom, all three girls came into the room.
"I smelled some dirty diapers," Nancy said. She looked at Darren
and saw that he was only wet. She then came up to me and patted me on
the bottom, pushing some of my poop back into my butt.
"And it looks like they're yours, Chris," Nancy pointed out.
"At least you boys got your pants off for us," Lisa said. She
then picked up the shorts and slid them down her arm, sticking her hand
through the big tear in the seat, just to make a point of the fact that
I had been wearing them that way since before we headed to the airport.
"You mind if I keep these somewhere in your room?" Lisa said. "I
never let Chris have access to his pants, but as you'll soon see, it's
pretty much pointless to do that anyway."
"Sure," Nancy said, leading Lisa back into her bedroom before
returning to Darren's room.
"Ready for your diaper change, Darren?" Nancy asked her brother.
"Might as well," Darren said as he walked over to his bed where
his diaper changes were performed.
"Got room for one more?" Lisa asked.
"Sure do," Nancy said. Darren had a queen-sized bed, plenty big
for both him and me to sleep in and also to get our diapers changed on.
Nancy even had a second changing pad.
"Darren's friends usually use this one," she explained. "I change
Darren and his friends' diapers at the same time this way. Nancy told
me to get on the other changing pad and said she'd change both Darren
and me.
"I'll take care of Chris' diapers," Lisa offered.
"You sure?" Nancy said. "I can handle two boys at a time."
"Well, Chris likes to be diapered a certain way," Lisa said.
"Really? How so?" Nancy asked.
Lisa reached into my diaper bag and pulled out a tall stack of
diapers along with a very big pair of plastic pants and the container
of safety pins.
"That's how," Lisa said, showing Nancy the big bunch of diapers
she was holding.
"I forgot how many diapers Chris likes to wear," Nancy said.
"I don't know how you could possibly forget something like that,
Nancy!" Lisa said. "You remember what Chris looked like last time you
guys visited, and surely you guys have pictures of Chris. You saw how
many diapers he brought with him."
"Yeah, might as well just strap a toilet to Chris' butt at that
point," Nancy said.
"Uh, Nancy, just as a reminder, the words 'Chris' and 'toilet' do
not go together," Lisa said. All three girls enjoyed a laugh over this
remark.
After Nancy removed Darren's wet diaper she walked over to
Darren's former bathroom and opened the door. She tossed the diaper
into the garbage that contained his other used disposable diapers.
"Does Darren ever use the toilet in his bathroom?" Cindy asked.
"Toilet? Toilet? What toilet?" Nancy said, acting like she was
searching for one.
"We had the toilet taken out of here after we decided that Darren
would stay in diapers," Nancy said.
"That makes sense," Lisa said as she started cleaning me up.
Darren was diapered in a comparatively modest set of four
diapers, though they were still quite thick and they bulged out a ways
from his crotch and padded up his butt quite abundantly, and of course,
they came up high on his waist. Nancy slipped his plastic pants on and
turned him loose. Meanwhile, Lisa continued diapering me and adding
several more layers, pinning them on tightly and excessively. Darren
watched as all three girls had crowded around me, with Cindy folding
the diapers and Nancy and Lisa each pinning them up.
I was finally diapered up for the night with my plastic pants on.
Nancy took Lisa and Cindy over to where Darren's bathroom used to be
and took my disposable diaper with her. She showed Lisa and Cindy the
tiles that were considered to be symbolic in signifying sealing
Darren's fate as far as his wearing diapers were concerned.
Darren was always surprised by how thickly I wore diapers. He
said he had tried to wear them like I did, but he could not get used to
them and decided that four was the most he was comfortable with
wearing.
"Nancy didn't like spending half her day diapering me, either,"
Darren said.
Lisa then got out my diaper change log and began filling it in.
"What's that?" Nancy asked Lisa.
"It's a tracking sheet that me and Cindy have to fill out for
Chris' diaper changes. It's for those new diapers that Chris is going
to be testing."
"Oh, you mean the Thickies?" Nancy inquired.
"Yeah, those," Lisa said.
"We're also supposed to check his diapers every hour for leaks,
but we don't keep up on it, and besides, Chris is always diapered so
thickly that they never, ever leak!" Cindy added.
"You never know his diapers are wet or dirty just by looking at
them," Lisa said.
"I believe it," Nancy commented as she noted how many diapers I
had on.
Nancy was interested in seeing what all was in the tracking log,
so she looked it over, laughing at Lisa's and Cindy's diagrams of how
my diapers looked on the inside when wet and messy. She also read the
product literature that was in the booklet, complete with the boys who
were modeling the diapers.
"Chris ought to look cute in those diapers!" Nancy said. "His are
just about as thick, that's for sure."
"I think Chris has a good chance of being selected," Lisa said.
"I just have a good hunch."
"You mean, for the TV commercials?" Nancy said. Apparently, Nancy
had been told about all of this from a recent letter that Lisa had
mailed. She had likely been told about it from my aunt and uncle, as
well.
"Well, he has to be selected to test the Thickies diapers first,"
Lisa said. "Then it's narrowed down some more and he'll have to be
selected for consideration to appear in the TV and magazine ads."
The girls left Darren's room and left us alone for the rest of
the evening. I showed Darren the pictures of my nursery/bedroom as well
as the video, which we viewed on Darren's own TV and VCR that he had in
his bedroom. Darren enjoyed watching all the shots that Lisa and Cindy
had gotten of me and Tony in our diapers. I even observed that he was
scooting his crotch back and forth, as if to be massaging his hard-on
without using his hands. He was too thickly diapered to tell if he was
hard, and while he probably assumed that I was just as hard, there was
no way he could tell what was underneath my diapers besides several
more diapers.
Darren then showed me some of his photographs, including the one
where his toilet got hauled away. Someone had taken pictures of the
guys who were laying new tiles over where the toilet went. The best
photo in this series was one that Nancy took of Darren standing by his
former bathroom door in just his cloth diapers while the two men were
coming out of the room with the toilet.
"I even have an eight by ten of this one downstairs," Darren told
me. I just smiled as he said this. "To me it represents my lifetime
commitment to wearing diapers."
Next, Darren showed me some of his many home diaper videos of him
and his diaper boy friends. Nancy was the one behind the video camera
lens, making sure to get several good shots that I was quite aroused by
looking at. I especially enjoyed watching the water fight scenes that
had been shot in their back yard the previous summer. I enjoyed seeing
the contrast between the boys in their thick diapers and several girls
in skimpy swimsuits that I presumed were their sisters.
Nancy then came into the room.
"What are they doing?" I heard Cindy yelling from the bedroom
next door.
"Watching porno videos," Nancy said. "Well, it's porno to them,
anyway."
"Oh, you mean diaper videos?" Cindy said.
"Come on, guys, I'm showing Lisa and Cindy around, so why don't
you come along, too, Chris?"
Darren stopped the video and then he and I got up from his bed
and followed the girls downstairs. My parents and my aunt and uncle
were seated around the living room. Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank watched
me waddle past them in diapers that were over twice as thick as
Darren's.
"How can that boy stand to wear so many diapers at once?" Uncle
Frank asked my parents.
"He's been waddling around in his own feces and smelling them for
the last three years, so he can handle anything," my father said.
"With diapers like that, I doubt he'd need to be changed for than
once every three years!" Uncle Frank said. "I thought Darren was taking
things too far when he decided he'd wear four diapers at a time."
"I guess you'd have to be them to understand," my Mom said.
"They're just boys, and it's their own way of having fun, they're not
hurting anybody, so why fight it?"
"You know Chris," Aunt Rita said to me, "I know I always tell you
this every time I see you, but you sure do wear an awful lot of
diapers!" I just smiled at her to acknowledge this comment once again.
Nancy led us out to their recreation room, which included a full-
size pool table, a home theater system with both a Super Nintendo and a
Sega Genesis game system connected to it, an electronic dart board and
a collection of several board games. I knew it was wrong to covet
Darren for what he had and I didn't, but I couldn't help it. My dad
still made good money as a stockbroker, so I couldn't really complain.
When I asked myself if I would trade my diapers for all of what he had,
my conscience came back with a resounding "No!" This helped to relieve
me of my envious feelings.
Darren and I were sent to bed shortly afterwards. As the time was
one hour behind from what I was used to, I felt really tired from this
and from traveling and being on the go all day long. Darren's bed was
soft and also roomy. I felt very comfortable as I settled down into it
next to him.
I got hard from thinking about the video I saw of Darren and his
friends in their diapers while Darren told me about his friends. He
knew three other boys at his school who wore diapers. As he was in
junior high, he was among more students. Two of them were even in his
P.E. class, which was how he had met them. The third one was a "wanna-
be", as Darren referred to him, since he didn't get to wear diapers
like he and his friends did.
"He has to put on about ten or twelve pairs of underwear like you
used to do, Chris," Darren said. "He can't wet in them, either, but he
likes pooping in them more, anyway."
I enjoyed listening to Darren talk about this guy since the
things that he did to satisfy his interests seemed so familiar. I
thought back to the days when I had to resort to such tactics in order
to get the look and the feeling that I was in diapers. While I was very
fond of being in real diapers now, the idea of using several pairs of
underpants still appealed to me for its nostalgic appeal. This was
making me very hard and I wanted to jack off.
From the silence that suddenly hung over Darren and me, it seemed
that one of us was waiting for the other to ask about jacking off in
diapers. I knew from looking at Darren's hard-on during his diaper
change that he was well within puberty and his hormones were likely
raging and his sexual urges were begging to be satisfied.
Suddenly, Darren spoke up. From his shy, broken approach, I had a
feeling that he wanted to ask me about masturbating in diapers.
"Hey, uh, Chris, do you ever get, you know, those 'boy' feelings,
when you wear diapers?" Darren asked me.
"All the time," I said. After a couple seconds, I said. "I have
them right now."
"You mean, the feelings?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"What do you do when you have these feelings?" he asked.
"What do you do?" I asked Darren.
"Well, I sort of, you know, well, I start touching the front of
my diapers," Darren said.
"I do that, too," I said.
"How do you do it?" he asked.
"Well, I don't have much of a choice with as many diapers as I
wear," I said. "I just rub my hands back and forth over my front."
"How long do you do it?"
"Until I, you know, when I get that tingly feeling and then it
comes out."
"What do you think about when you do it?" he asked.
"I think about other boys in diapers and what they look like
wearing them. I think about them peeing and pooping in them, because
they don't have a choice, and because they like it."
I was starting to rub myself as I talked about the thoughts that
ran through my mind when I jacked off.
"Do you ever think about girls when you do it?" Darren asked me.
"You mean, just girls-girls, like in sex? Not often," I said.
"How about you?"
"Same here," Darren said. "Most kids at school talk about
thinking about girls and playing with themselves, without wearing
anything. I've only done it in diapers."
"Me, too," I said. "Don't have much of a choice when one of your
two sisters puts a dozen diapers on you every night."
"All I can ever think about is diapers," Darren said. "Do you
think about girls at all?" He asked me.
"Well, if you mean diapers, I think about them changing me. I try
to think of girls other than my sisters."
"Do you ever think about that one girl Megan that you've told me
about?" Darren probed some more.
"Actually, yes, I do," I said with some embarrassment.
"What do you like to think about with her?" Darren asked.
"I like to think of her being my babysitter and instead of my
sisters, she's the one putting all the thick diapers on me and making
me wear them until I pee and poop in them and start to really stink. I
think of her telling me how cute my diapered butt looks and how glad
she is that she put so many diapers on me so that she doesn't have to
look at my poop."
I then asked Darren if he ever thought about things like this.
"Oh yeah, there's this one girl at school I like, and she likes
me, and she says she wants to come over some time to change my diapers,
but with Nancy always being home, I can never plan anything like this."
Soon, the talking faded and the jacking-off activity took over.
This sort of talk was enough to get Darren to start jacking off. I felt
him shaking the bed as he ran his hands over his diapers.
"You wanna jack off together?" Darren asked me as he paused for a
moment. I agreed to do this with him, being that we were both very much
aroused by thoughts of wearing diapers by this point. We both started
jacking off, each of us thinking about how fun diapers are to wear and
use. Within a few minutes, we had both shot our loads and then we lied
still, both of us panting and relaxing from the vigorous masturbation.
Minutes later, I fell asleep.
Forever In Diapers, Parts 21-30