FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 121
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	The weekend was here at last! Tony and I were so excited about 
the things we'd be doing, especially with having Jay join us for a 
sleepover and having our next D.B.A. meeting. After the seventh period 
dismissal bell rang we met Jay at his locker. He picked up the bag that 
contained his soiled underwear and he put it in with his book bag. We 
then walked across the school field towards his house. Jay didn't ride 
the bus since he lived close enough to the school. This was just as 
well since anyone who wasn't already used to the smell of poopy diapers 
and underwear would have gagged on the odors of Jay's dirty undies. We 
walked across the street and into Jay's neighborhood. Suddenly, Jay 
stopped.
	"Hang on, guys," he said, holding his hands to his sides.
	"What are you doing?" I asked him. He didn't have to answer in 
words as I could see his pants instantly becoming wet in the front. 
Within seconds the front of his jeans was thoroughly soaked. What 
started out as a small spot on the fly expanded to cover his entire 
frontal area. The pee then soaked the crotch of his pants, and pee was 
even dripping out of the legs. His socks were soaking up some of the 
runoff as they were tinted yellow.
	"You're pissing your pants!" I said. I was getting hard watching 
him urinate right there.
	"I thought you used the toilet at school to pee in," Tony said.
	"I do if I have to, but it's so hard to pull all my underwear 
down, so I just hold it until after school and then pee into my 
underwear instead."
	At first I thought it was an accident, but it turned out that Jay 
did this on a daily basis.
	"If you had those plastic pants on you wouldn't have gotten your 
pants wet, you know," I told Jay.
	"I know, but it doesn't matter, anyway," Jay said. "I just have 
to take my pants off when I get home anyway since I won't be wearing 
them for awhile, and then put dry underwear on and just wear it for the 
rest of the day, or now, the whole weekend since it's Friday."
	"Have you ever peed your pants in school?" I asked Jay.
	"A few times," he said. "But then Mom gets mad because this is my 
one and only pair of pants and then since I can't be in school in wet 
pants she has to stay home with me and miss work, which she can't 
afford to do."
	"What does your Mom do, anyway?" I asked Jay.
	"She moves from job to job," Jay said. "Right now she's a 
waitress. She's had that job for almost a year now."
	I couldn't imagine how Jay's mother could support Jay and his two 
sisters on what little wages she must have been getting, even with the 
tips I assumed she earned.
	"My oldest sister Jolene works, too, and she helps out with 
things like groceries and stuff," Jay added humbly. "She had to drop 
out of school so that she could work full time."
	"Man, that sucks," I said.
	"Lori may have to do the same thing once she's old enough."
	"What about you?" I asked Jay.
	"Mom hasn't said," Jay replied. We continued walking, having 
dropped the subject.
	Jay's pants were now completely soaked down the legs Even a dozen 
and a half pairs of underwear was not enough to absorb all his urine 
and he must have been holding it all day long. I asked him how often he 
peed his pants after school.
	"Just about every day now," he said. "I don't even bother trying 
to make it home and get to the toilet anymore."
	I walked behind Jay and I could see that his entire butt was 
piss-soaked as well. Tony and I followed him as he led us to his house. 
We were in an older, run-down neighborhood as I had expected it to be 
from what Mom told me last night. Many of the houses didn't appear to 
be very well maintained. The were junked cars parked in some of the 
driveways and even in some of the yards, some of which had little or no 
grass. Judging by the number of "for rent" signs I saw posted in yards 
and in windows, it appeared that most of the houses here were rentals. 
Jay explained to us that his house was a rental and they were expecting 
to move at the first of the year. I figured this had to do with the 
fact that his whole neighborhood was going to be torn down. Even so, I 
didn't want Jay to move! I had just gotten to know him and already he 
was talking about moving. I asked him where he was moving to.
	"We don't know yet," Jay said.
	"Will it be very far?" I asked him.
	"No, it'll be close by, and I'll still come to school here," he 
assured me. "We can't afford to move very far anyway."
	"My Mom told me that they're going to tear all these houses 
down," I said to Jay.
	"Yeah, they want to build a new subdivision here," Jay explained. 
Judging from the looks of most of the houses, I couldn't blame them, 
especially considering its proximity to the school.
	"A developer bought all the land and we were told by our landlord 
that we have to be out of here by the end of December because they're 
gonna tear all the old houses down and build new ones. Everyone wants 
us to move out because they all think this neighborhood's full of drug 
dealers and they don't want them being close to the school where they 
say all the kids come over here after school and buy drugs."
	"Well, do they?" I asked. "That's what my Mom was saying."
	"Yeah, you see a few kids come through here after school and they 
know where to buy that shit," Jay said.
	"Are there really people like that around here?" I asked 
incredulously. I had heard about these kinds of people, and it pissed 
me off to think about them selling crack and other shit to kids, but I 
never thought about where they actually lived.
	"Not as many as there used to be," Jay said. "The police have 
raided about three or four places and the cops really watch this place 
now."
	"Have you ever turned anyone in?" Tony asked Jay.
	"My Mom turned our neighbors in once," Jay said. "But they were 
just smoking pot and not selling it to anyone."
	"Your mother did a good thing," I told Jay.
	"She's overprotective of us," Jay said. "That's why she's glad 
that we'll be moving. I just wish I knew where."
	The farther we walked into the neighborhood the less comfortable 
I felt being there. I saw a couple questionable characters revving up 
their motorbikes. They waved to us and seemed friendly enough, but we 
didn't return the greeting and just kept walking. I didn't want them 
coming up to us and asking us if we'd like to buy any drugs from them. 
Maybe Mom was right after all about the people we might run into, I 
thought to myself.
	We made it to Jay's house after walking about three blocks. It 
was a small house indeed and it wasn't much to look at. The yard had 
grass, but didn't appear to have been mowed in awhile. There were bags 
of trash sitting on the side of the house. Not surprisingly, there was 
also a pile of dirty underwear which had to have been Jay's as they 
were all white boys' briefs and he was the only boy who lived here. 
Even more notably was the fact that many of the pairs had the seats cut 
out of them. There were even a few elastic waistbands in the pile from 
which the main garment had been removed.
	Jay stopped for a moment and apologized for having such a "cruddy 
old house", as he described it.
	"Don't worry about it," I said. "It's not really your house, and 
besides, you're moving out of here soon anyway."
	"I know, but we still live in it," he said disgustedly as he 
shrugged.
	The minute Jay opened the door I could smell the musty odors that 
I expected. Upon going in I could smell the unmistakable stench of 
Jay's poopy underwear as well as the pungent smell of stale urine. The 
living room floor was strewn with clothes, books, newspapers and 
magazines, among other things. Lori was there to greet us.
	"Hello," she said to us. "Sorry about the mess," she apologized 
with an embarrassed grin.
	"Ahh, don't worry about it," I told her. She then turned to Jay 
and stared at his piss-soaked jeans.
	"Wet your pants again, eh, Jay?" she said.
	"Yeah," Jay replied, sounding guilty.
	"I guess it doesn't really matter now, since you never wear any 
pants after you're home from school, anyway," Lori told Jay. I thought 
it was odd that she verbally acknowledged Jay's wetting since he said 
it was a daily thing. I figured she was probably doing it since Tony 
and I were also there.
	Lori went right up to Jay and unfastened his jeans while he just 
stood there and let her pull his pants down. She revealed his underwear 
that went up well over his stomach, with the reversed pairs showing 
above the front-facing pairs. All of them were tinted yellow and were 
dripping wet. The smell of urine became even more pronounced. Jay 
stepped out of his pants and then he took off his wet socks. Lori 
tossed these garments aside.
	"You have to stop doing this, you know," Lori said as she snapped 
one of Jay's underwear waistbands, feeling the wetness between her 
finger and thumb as she rubbed them together.
	"Why?" Jay asked. "I poop in my underwear, so what difference 
does it make if I pee in it, too?"
	"Well, poop doesn't soak into your pants, even when you have 
diarrhea. God, imagine the mess we'd have if it did. Maybe you should 
start wearing to school those plastic pants that Chris gave you to 
school if you keep doing this."
	"I tried them this morning, but they're too big," Jay complained.
	"Than you need to start wearing more underwear to school," Lori 
replied. "Not that that's a bad idea, of course."
	"But then I'd need bigger pants," Jay explained. "Those are 
getting too small for me anyway."
	"Then have Mom pick you up a pair this weekend," Lori said. "She 
gets paid today, you know."
	"I'm gonna be with Chris tonight and tomorrow," Jay said. "Can 
you ask Mom for me in case she doesn't get home before I leave?"
	"Maybe," Lori said. "Give me your underwear and go put some dry 
ones on," she said. Jay stripped off his soaked underwear right in 
front of Lori. He took them off in sets of three or four and let them 
pile up at his feet. He removed the final pairs and exposed to his 
sister his bare dick and balls. He had a hard-on. All of this seemed to 
be routine and Lori was obviously used to seeing her brother naked and 
in an aroused state.
	"No poop!" Lori commented as she observed that Jay's underwear 
was still clean in the seats other than the permanent poop stains and 
the fact that they were soaked in urine.
	"I pooped during P.E. class and changed afterwards," Jay 
explained, pointing to the bag full of soiled underwear that he brought 
home.
	"Good, then I don't have to step into a bathtub covered with shit 
when I take my shower," Lori said. "Now get some underwear on that 
naked butt of yours before you poop again," she said as she pointed to 
Jay's bare buttocks.
	"Here, I'll show you my room," Jay said unproudly as he directed 
us through the small living room and down the narrow hallway.
	"Actually, it's mine and Lori's room," Jay added, reminding us 
that he and Lori had to share the same bed and thus sleep in the same 
room together. He went in there and showed us what few playthings he 
had. Actually, he wasn't that bad off in spite of my other impressions. 
He had a collection of books, a few records and tapes (no CD's), 
several Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars, a bucket full of Legos, crayons 
and paper, and several other odds and ends.
	"This is where I keep my underwear," Jay pointed out to us as he 
opened up on of the large drawers of his dresser. He had his underpants 
sorted by size, ranging from size ten to eighteen. It was a big dresser 
with all four drawers stuffed full of white and semi-white briefs. 
There must have been over a dozen different waistband stripe colors and 
patterns.
	"Have you ever counted how many pairs you have?" I asked Jay.
	"No," he said. "But I know there's at least a couple hundred, 
probably three hundred, and Mom's always bringing me home new underwear 
and taking my stained pairs and sewing the seats from them into my 
newer underwear."
	"Where does your Mom buy all your underwear?" I asked Jay. I knew 
she couldn't afford to spend her precious hard-earned money on Jay's 
underpants with as many pairs as he had.
	"Well, she doesn't actually buy them," Jay said, sounding 
embarrassed.
	"How does she get them, then?" I asked. I was tempted to ask if 
she was stealing them somehow, but I didn't want to offend Jay by 
insinuating that his mother was a kleptomaniac.
	"She gets them from places like the Salvation Army and other 
thrift stores," Jay said. "A lot of places just throw them out since 
people don't want to buy used underwear, so they just save it for my 
Mom and every couple weeks or so she makes the rounds and collects it. 
She gets it for free."
	Tony and I just nodded. How glad we were to always have new 
diapers, especially for Tony as he wore disposables.
	"What about your sisters?" I asked Jay since I was curious if his 
mother.
	"They always get brand new underwear because they don't have the 
same problem I do," Jay said, sounding jealous. "Mom figures I'm going 
to just shit in mine anyway, and figures if another boy has already 
pooped in them why should it matter."
	"How often do you get poop-stained underwear?" I asked Jay.
	"All the time," he said emphatically. He repeated it. "All the 
time."
	"That's to be expected," I said. "We are talking about boys, 
after all."
	Jay went over to Lori's dresser and pulled out a pair of her 
panties, skimpy as they were, and smaller-looking than even Jay's size 
ten briefs. They were like Cindy's underwear, very low rise with a 
narrow crotch and a thin waistband. At best they were very inadequate 
for serving as a diaper in multiples. Seeing that the design of boys' 
underwear was more conducive to being adapted to serve as a diaper when 
worn in multiples, this further supported my feelings about boys and 
their elimination habits compared to those of girls, and I couldn't 
imagine a girl doing this with her panties, anyway. Jay also pointed 
out that the drawer shared space with Lori's brassieres as well as some 
of her socks. The drawer beneath it contained the rest of Lori's socks 
as well as all of Jay's socks. The bottom two drawers contained other 
belongings of Lori's, including her tampons.
	Jay then started "diapering" himself in his underwear. He seemed 
to be outgrowing the size ten underwear as he could only get four of 
these pairs on before moving up to the size twelve. The fit of these 
pairs looked dangerously close to resembling girls' panties, but 
fortunately the fly fronts and the black-striped waistbands helped them 
to retain their distinctly boyish appearance. Needless to say, they 
were very much stained.
	I had already been hard all this time looking at Jay's naked 
butt, but seeing him putting on his multiple underpants was too much 
for me to resist. With this I took off my pants and quietly rubbed my 
dick through my wet disposable diaper. Tony took his pants off as well 
and began doing the same thing. He, too, was wet and we were both due 
for a diaper change just as soon as we had our next bowel movements. 
The triple seats were really beginning to pile up on Jay's rear end and 
they stood out prominently as the added thickness made his butt really 
bulge.
	Jay looked at Tony and me and saw us standing there in our 
diapers watching him.
	"Keep going," I said. "We're enjoying the show."
	"I figured you would be," Jay said as he continued putting his 
underwear on.
	By the time Jay started putting his size fourteen underpants on 
he was up to wearing fourteen pairs with ten size twelves on over the 
four badly-stained size ten pairs he started out with. He had three 
sizes left to go at this point. He alternated every other pair of the 
fourteens and put them on backwards. This allowed another twelve pairs 
to fit, bringing his total to twenty-six pairs before he started 
putting on the sixteens. He got twelve of these on, too, alternating 
every other one, making his underwear stack 38 pairs thick, and still 
counting. He still had the eighteens left to put on. Incredibly, he got 
sixteen of these on, all facing frontward, bringing his entire "diaper" 
to a dick-hardening fifty-four pairs of white boys' briefs! They were 
so big on him. The waistbands ran underneath his armpits. I could see 
the bold red stripes of his topmost pairs showing through his shirt. He 
almost didn't even need a shirt.
	I asked Jay if he could tuck his shirt into his underwear so that 
I could see more clearly how high up his top pairs went on him. He 
agreed to do this, knowing how much I enjoyed the visual impact of 
thick white garments on boys' butts. While he was at it he bent over, 
giving me a greater view of his padded butt and crotch. I couldn't 
resist any longer, so I lay back on his bed, hearing the waterproof 
cover crinkling beneath the sheets as I scooted around and positioned 
my body so that I could rub my dick. I wasn't used to being able to 
actually feel where my dick was with the disposable diaper on, and 
while it was different and it felt good, I wished I had been in my 
cloth diapers while enjoying this incredible display of Jay's 
underwear-based diapering. Tony joined me and both of us masturbated 
together while staring at Jay's butt. Jay had turned around and just 
stood as he watched us both vigorously rub the fronts of our diapers. 
Seeing Jay's underwear go up so high in the front that it went to his 
nipples added to the visual appeal of his diapered-like appearance. Jay 
seemed to enjoy knowing how much we were getting off on how he looked 
in his "diapers." He asked us which pose we liked the best, so Tony and 
I asked him to bend over again. While he did this, both Tony and I were 
moaning and groaning together very intensely, and at about the same 
time we both climaxed and creamed our diapers.
	While Tony and I were resting up, Jay hopped up on the bed and he 
began to rub himself. Tony and I moved to each side of him and watched 
him rub his thick underpants in the front. Within moments he, too, 
achieved climax.
	"Hey, I think I felt something!" Jay exclaimed as he suddenly 
stopped.
	"Did you come?" I asked Jay.
	"I dunno," he said, sounding worried.
	"Do you feel something wet and sticky down there?" I asked Jay.
	"I think so," he said. "It's kind of wet, but I know I didn't 
pee. I should probably take off my underwear and check."
	"You got a lot of underwear to take off," I reminded him.
	"I know," Jay said as he sighed and gasped for air. We all 
sounded like we had just run the mile again from all the heavy 
breathing we were doing.
	"I hope I didn't hurt anything," Jay said.
	"Trust me, you didn't," I assured Jay. "I know it's a new and 
different feeling for you, and it was like that for me and Tony. We do 
it every day, usually twice or more."
	"It's totally natural and normal for boys to jack off," Tony 
said.
	"Only that most boys actually touch their dicks when they do it," 
I added. "Personally, I'd rather do it in diapers."
	"Same here," Tony said.
	What's it look like, anyway?" Jay asked.
	"What, you mean cum?"
	"Yeah," he said.
	"It's a white, sticky substance," I said. "It's the stuff that, 
when you fuck a girl, it goes into her cunt and it makes her pregnant," 
I explained. Jay seemed to understand this more readily when he asked 
me if I meant sperm.
	"Yeah, that's the stuff," I said. "Think of how many potential 
babies are lost to boys like us jacking off into our diapers."
	"Oooh, now my dick feels really sore," Jay complained as he ran 
his hands over the huge mass of fly fronts bulging out from his crotch. 
"Is that normal?"
	"Oh yeah, your dick gets really tender after you come, so just 
relax, and by tonight you should be able to do it all over again."
	"Cool," Jay said quietly. "It feels real good to do that."
	"That's why most boys do it," I said.
	While the three of us rested up from jacking off so vigorously, I 
suggested that we all try to figure out how many layers of underwear 
were on Jay's butt. We all agreed that he had on 54 pairs and that all 
of them were triple-seated. We were not to count the layers formed by 
the fly fronts in the back from the backwards pairs and instead to 
count these as one layer. This was all that was said before we began 
the exercise. We were to all do the figuring in our heads and we were 
not to speak. No writing or using fingers or doing any figuring in the 
air was allowed. We each sat up and huddled in a circle and held each 
other's hands to ensure that nobody would use his hands. While seated 
in a circle I saw how Jay's underwear stuck out a great deal more from 
his crotch, and when he told me how far out his underwear protruded 
from his crotch he wasn't kidding. He was almost "diapered" well enough 
to rival a triple set of Thickies.
	After everyone had it figured out we'd all say our answers at the 
same time, that way in case there were any discrepancies, nobody would 
stop and try to recalculate his answer.
	I sat there and ran the numbers through my head. 54 times 3 is 
162. Six of the twelve size fourteen pairs were backwards, and six of 
the twelve size sixteen pairs were backwards. This puts 12 of the pairs 
backwards, thus reducing the 162 count by 36, leaving 126 layers in the 
rear. Add in the single layers counted by the twelve fly fronts in back 
and my answer came out to be 138. While the exercise was pretty easy, 
the biggest challenge was to not confuse the numbers used to designate 
underwear sizes with numbers to be used in the calculation.
	"Ready, everyone?" I asked Tony and Jay. Tony was ready, but Jay 
took a moment more to figure his answer out. He then he said, "okay, I 
think I got it now."
	"Okay, on three, say your answer," I said. "One, two, three!"
	"One hundred and thirty eight," we all said in unison.
	"Wow!" I said. "Either it has to be right, or we all fucked it up 
in the same way."
	"Mr. Reiner would be proud," Tony commented.
	"Yeah, maybe, but I don't think he'd give us extra credit for 
it," I commented with a chuckle. Since Jay managed to correctly figure 
it out, which he verified by working it out on paper, this bolstered 
his confidence in his math skills.
	"I have 138 layers of underwear on my butt!" he exclaimed.
	"I think three Thickies diapers would be a lot easier, if you ask 
me," I said.
	"I know," Jay said. "Am I gonna get to wear Thickies diapers 
tonight?"
	"You bet your 138-layer underwear butt that you will," I said as 
I ran my hands over his behind. Already I felt my dick trying to regain 
its stance. Jay put his plastic pants on over his super thick 
underwear. His mom was right in saying that the underwear that he wore 
at home would fill out the rest of his plastic pants.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 122
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	Jay then led us back out to the front room. He stood with his 
rear facing us as did Lori, who was examining his many, many layers of 
underwear to ensure that he was sufficiently "diapered." Both Jay and 
Lori had about the same size of waist, but Jay's bulging, high rising 
white underpants greatly dwarfed the tight, butt-hugging faded blue 
jeans that his sister was donning.
	Lori then looked at Tony and me, seeing that we only had diapers 
on.
	"I see your friends don't wear pants much, either," she commented 
to her brother.
	"Nah, we don't need pants," I said. "We like being in just our 
diapers."
	"Get used to it," Tony said.
	"I already am," Lori commented with a smile. "Jay never gets to 
wear pants because one, they won't fit him; two, we like to see that 
he's got enough underwear on to keep his shit to himself, literally; 
and three, I think he looks cute with his bottom all padded up in his 
undies. You sure do look padded up right now, little brother."
	"Yeah, we just figured out that I have 138 layers on my butt," 
Jay said. I wasn't sure if Jay said this to Lori because he was proud 
to have figured it out in his head how many layers of underwear 
material were covering his butt, or if he had to report to Lori the 
number of pairs he put on, or if he was overcoming his inhibitions and 
being more open in letting Lori know how much he really enjoyed being 
"diapered" in his underwear.
	"I believe it," Lori said as she had been snapping his waistbands 
repeatedly. "And I'm glad, too, especially with the way you poop your 
undies up so much."
	"He sure has to wear a lot of underwear for just pooping in it," 
Tony commented. He did this as sort of a roundabout way of asking Lori 
why he wore so much more underwear than, for purely practical purposes, 
he actually needed.
	"Yeah, he does wear a lot of underwear, but the more underwear he 
has on, the more his shit is separated from the rest of us, and our 
noses," Lori said. "The extra underwear especially comes in nice when 
he gets diarrhea, which he seems to get a lot. It's easier than 
strapping a toilet to his butt. Besides, now that's he's moved to 
wetting more, he needs all the layers he can possibly get!"
	"How many layers do you have on?" Tony asked Lori, just to be 
smart.
	"Two, counting my PANTS," she said, emphasizing the word "pants" 
to point out the fact that she can wear them. "It's all I need."
	"You got us beat," Tony said. "We're only wearing one layer, but 
it's a very thick layer."
	"Well, you see, boys, I can handle using a toilet, which is 
something that neither my brother or you two boys can handle, 
especially with seeing those wet diapers that you're both wearing."
	"We're boys, what do you expect?" I said to Lori.
	"You're right," Lori agreed. "You boys are all the same. The more 
I see my brother romping around in his underwear and pooping in it, the 
more glad I am that I am a girl. Boys are potty trained later, boys wet 
their beds more, and boys especially poop their pants more than girls. 
It's called encopresis."
	"It sounds like you've done your homework, too," I commented to 
Lori. "We know what encopresis is. We knew all those other things about 
boys, too."
	"And we're damn proud to be boys because of it," Tony declared 
with conviction. Tony and I must have been reading each other's minds, 
because we did something that we hadn't done in awhile. We both turned 
away from each other and stuck our butts towards each other and then 
yelled "DIAPER BOY POWER!" We then slammed our butts together. Most of 
the time I had on cloth diapers, so the impact was more pronounced this 
time.
	"You guys are weird," Lori said, rolling her eyes. Tony and I 
both chuckled.
	"I can only imagine what my brother will be like after being 
around you guys," Lori said. "Everyone at school talks about how much 
of a freak you are, Chris, since all you ever talk about is diapers."
	"I know, ain't it great?" I said. I then opened my book bag and 
pulled out the video tape that I had brought along to show Jay. This 
was the one that showed me on my ninth birthday. Jay, Tony and I all 
sat together on the couch and watched it. Lori then joined us and she 
started watching the video.
	"Is that you, Chris?" Lori asked me.
	"Yep, that is," I said.
	"I thought Jay's underwear was thick, what have you got on?"
	"Nine diapers," I said. "My sisters put one diaper on for every 
year that I was old."
	The next scene showed Bryce, who was the only boy there who had 
any pants on.
	"Who's that?" Jay asked.
	"Who does he look like?" I asked Jay.
	"Uhhh, is it Bryce?" he asked me.
	"Yep!" I said.
	"Was he wearing diapers then?" Jay asked.
	"Yeah, he started wearing them shortly after I did," I said. I 
then briefly explained how Bryce wound up in diapers because of being 
around me. Jay seemed to enjoy this story, as did Lori.
	"Diapers make quite an impression on you boys," Lori said. She 
then started singing, "I'm glad to be a girl, I'm glad to be a girl..." 
while dancing around the room before returning her attention to the 
video.
	As the video continued, Tony appeared on the scene after having 
been dropped off by his mother. He came to the door wearing just a 
diaper and a shirt. Lori giggled as she noted how much Tony had grown 
in over three and a half years.
	"Is that you, Tony?" Lori asked him.
	"Yeah it is," Tony replied.
	"You didn't have your pants on that day, I see," Lori said.
	"Nope, didn't need them, didn't want them," Tony replied.
	"How long you been wearing diapers?" she asked.
	"About the time Chris started wearing them," Tony said.
	"And when was that?" Lori asked.
	"November 3, 1989," I said, proudly reciting the red-letter date. 
"Today makes day one thousand four hundred and eight."
	"What, you been keeping track?" Lori asked, impressed that I knew 
the exact number of days. I explained to her that my diaper-y program 
on the computer shows the number of days I have been in diapers.
	"I think Jay's got you beat," Lori said. "We've had him wearing 
his underwear like this ever since he was four years old. I don't think 
he's pooped in a toilet since then. He's peed in one, though, but that 
seems to be changing, lately."
	"When did you last poop in a toilet?" I asked Jay.
	"Probably when I was four," he said.
	"I gotta admit, you got us beat on that one," I said to Jay. "But 
at least Tony and I can say that we haven't even peed in a toilet since 
then."
	Later on Megan came into the scene. She was just as cute then 
with her rosy, puffy, freckled cheeks, and she was showing her chubby 
side then as well.
	"Who's that?" Jay asked.
	"Her name's Megan," I said. Jay hadn't yet met her, so I had to 
explain who she was. I decided to tell him later on about what we did 
Wednesday afternoon. After the birthday party came a diaper change 
scene where Lisa was changing my diapers.
	"Oh my God!" Lori exclaimed. "You let your sisters videotape you 
getting your diapers changed?"
	"Oh yeah, they used to do that a lot," I said.
	The video showed Lisa pulling my wet and dirty diapers away from 
my butt. You could even hear the wet sounds of the poop clinging to my 
butt. Cindy shot a close-up of the messy diaper.
	"Eww!" Lori exclaimed. "I'm glad I don't have to clean you up 
like that, Jay," Lori said.
	"Good thing they haven't invented smell-o-vision yet," I 
commented, imagining how much it would stink if the video camera could 
also pick up odors. Cindy managed to get in a shot showing my naked 
penis and the small hard-on that I was only capable of producing then.
	"You've grown a little down there since then," Tony said.
	"Really, and how would you know?" I asked Tony with a laugh while 
lightly jabbing him in the rib with my elbow.
	While we were still watching the video Jay's mother came home. 
She was wearing her uniform from the restaurant at which she worked.
	"You're home early, Mom!" Lori said.
	"No, actually, I'm just not home late for once," she sighed. 
"They actually had enough help for the evening shift for once and 
didn't ask me to stay. Besides, I had errands to run."
	Jay's mother stood at the door after she had closed it and 
watched some of the video zooming in and out on my butt while Cindy 
made farting sounds with her mouth, saying "Ptttttttth! Eeww! I think 
he pooped again! Looks like Chris needs another diaper change!" The 
next scene showed me being chased down the hallway and into my room 
before Cindy set down the camera and started tickling me. My diapered 
crotch was in the frame as I wiggled my bare legs while trying to fight 
off Cindy. The scene ended with her jeans-clad butt blocking the view 
of my diapered state.
	"What are you guys watching?" Jay's mom asked.
	"Some of my home videos," I replied.
	"Your butt looks about like Jay's does," his mother commented as 
she noted how thickly diapered I was in the scene that preceded the 
time-lapsed diaper change scene that Cindy did. "Are you a poopy boy 
like my son is?"
	Jay seemed to be embarrassed by the way his mother was so 
blatantly calling attention to his encopresis problem.
	"Oh yeah, I'm a poopy boy, all right" I said. "Can't tell with my 
thick diapers, huh?"
	"That's why we make Jay wear his underwear so thick," his mother 
said. "As long as we don't have to see it or smell it."
	"I doubt you ever see his poop through all that underwear he has 
on," I commented.
	"Have you met Jay's friends?" Lori asked her Mom.
	"I saw Chris last night," she said. "Who's this other boy?"
	"Tony," he introduced himself.
	"You wear diapers, too, I see," she said.
	"We all do," I said.
	"Better get those diapers changed soon, boys. They're looking 
pretty wet," Jay's mother said as she noted that our crotches were 
bulging out and tinted yellow from having been pissed in so much.
	"We'll change our diapers soon as we poop in them," I said to 
Jay's mom.
	"I hope you poop soon, boys," Jay's mother said. "Those diapers 
look like they're going to burst!"
	"We're okay," I assured her. "These are Thickies diapers, and 
they hold a lot."
	"How do they do for poop?" she asked.
	"They're very good for poop, too," I told her. "You thinking 
about getting some diapers for Jay or something? I mean, real diapers?"
	"If he keeps wetting his pants like he's been doing I might," his 
mother said. "For now I'll probably get him some more plastic pants 
since they seem to work well with his underwear."
	"Jay wet his pants again, by the way," Lori tattled on her 
brother.
	"That doesn't surprise me," Jay's mother said with a sigh. "Did 
you set them with the laundry?"
	"Of course," Lori said. "Are you making a special trip to the 
Laundromat to wash them?"
	"Not today," his mother said. "He's not going to need his pants 
until Monday, anyway, so why rush?"
	"Mom, I need some new pants," Jay complained. "Those are getting 
too small."
	"How many pairs did you wear to school today?" Jay's mother asked 
him.
	"Uhh, seventeen," he said.
	"Then you're still okay," his mother said. "When you're down to 
wearing fifteen, let me know."
	"You might as well get him some bigger pants now, Mom," Lori 
suggested. "That way he'll have to start wearing more underwear to make 
them fit, as well as his plastic pants, too."
	"I think you have the right idea, Lori," his mother said. "Get me 
my measuring tape."
	Lori went over to the sewing machine in the corner of the living 
room and picked up the measuring tape that had been rolled up and set 
on the table. Lori unraveled it and held it around her own waist.
	"Still 27 inches," she said as she examined the distance the tape 
went around her petite body. She then handed the tape to her mother.
	"Thanks, dear," she said. "Jay, come here and let me measure your 
waist."
	Jay obediently walked over to his mother and let her measure the 
distance around his waist with all the underwear he had on.
	"33 inches," she said as she tightly cinched the tape around 
Jay's waist, just below the plethora of striped elastic waistbands 
circumscribing his body. "Better make it 34 or maybe 36, just to be 
safe, and to give you some room to grow," his mother commented as she 
snapped his waistbands. She then examined Jay's butt, noting how much 
more padding the extra layers sewn into the seats added to his 
measurement.
	"I'd better go with a size 38 pair," his mother augmented the 
proposed of pants for her son.
	Knowing that Jay's natural waist size looked to be about the same 
as Lori's, I could only imagine what he would look like wearing pants 
that were so much larger than his natural waist size. While his 
underwear added about six inches or so to his waist, it didn't compare 
to the additional ten to twelve inches that my Thickies diapers gave my 
waist.
	"Jay, come help me bring in some boxes, please," his mother told 
him.
	"Aww Mom, I can't go outside like this!" Jay complained.
	"You can, you have, and you will," his mother said. "Now go get 
those boxes!"
	"Why can't Lori do it?" Jay pleaded.
	"Because it's not her stuff," his mother said. "It's yours."
	Jay knew what it was that his mother had gotten him as he didn't 
ask her about the contents of the boxes. I had a good feeling that she 
had gone around to collect more used underwear from area thrift stores 
for him.
	"But all the neighbors will see me," Jay said.
	"They've seen you before, and they know why you wear so much 
underwear, poopy boy!" his mother said. "Besides, half the people 
around here are on dope and won't care."
	"We'll go out with you," I told Jay. "We go outside in our 
diapers all the time anyway."
	"Yeah, and we even ride our bikes around the neighborhood in our 
diapers," Tony added. With this said, we followed Jay out to his mom's 
car to bring in the boxes that she was telling him about. His mother 
decided that with Tony and I helping Jay she didn't need to go out.
	"Your Mom likes to call you 'poopy boy', huh?" I commented to Jay 
as I stared at his butt while he bent over to pick up on of the three 
boxes.
	"She thinks I'll stop my pooping problem if she embarrasses me 
enough about it," Jay said. "She's always sent me to school wearing so 
much underwear, making sure I'd come home smelling of shit, she's made 
me come outside like this, she even made me go to the store with her 
like this when I was six, it never stops," Jay said. He sounded like he 
wanted to cry.
	"Maybe she hasn't realized that all she's doing is embarrassing 
you," I said. "You're not about to stop shitting yourself now."
	"No, especially since, well, I sort of like it," Jay said as he 
hesitated. "I get hard when my Mom and Lori and Jolene all call me 
'poopy butt' and point out how much underwear I have on. That's why I 
told Lori that I had 138 layers on my butt. I know I'm weird to like 
being reminded of my pooping problem."
	"I know I'm weird, but I always liked to get my sisters to say 
things about me wearing diapers," I said. "I just didn't ever want to 
tell them that I liked it and made them think I hated it, that way 
they'd keep doing it."
	"I guess that's why I keep pooping myself," Jay said. "And it's 
probably why I pee my pants, too. It feels good, but I never thought 
I'd be able to tell anybody that."
	A moment later Jay's mother appeared at the front door.
	"You boys getting those boxes?" she asked.
	"Yeah, we're coming, Mom!" Jay shouted back.
	"We'd better get these boxes for Mom," Jay told us. I reached 
into the back seat of the car and gave Jay and Tony a good glimpse of 
my soaked diapered butt. While retrieving the box I loaded my diaper 
full of poop. As expected, the box contained boys' underwear, most of 
them plain white, or at least that was the color they started out as.
	Next, Tony reached in to grab the third box. Suddenly, we heard a 
little girl giggling behind us. I turned around to see who it was. She 
looked to be about five or six years old.
	"Hi poopy boy!" she shouted at Jay. Obviously this name had 
caught on with the neighbors. Jay just nodded and looked at her as it 
must not have been the first time she had seen him.
	"Are they your friends?" the girl asked Jay, pointing to Tony and 
me.
	"Yeah, they are," Jay answered.
	"They're wearing diapers!" she said with a giggle. "Real diapers. 
Do you boys poop in your diapers?"
	"All the time," I said. "In fact, I just pooped in them a minute 
ago."
	I bent over and invited the girl, "you wanna come and see?"
	"Nah, I know what poopy diapers look like," she said.
	"How do you know?" I asked as I walked over to her, hoping that 
she had a little brother and was not a diaper-wearer herself.
	"Do you have a little brother?" I asked.
	"No, I have a little sister," she said, much to my 
disappointment.
	"How little?" I asked, hoping the age would be acceptable for a 
girl to be wearing diapers.
	"She's two," she replied.
	"Like, just turned two, or closer to three?" I asked.
	"She turned two in June," the girl replied. Hmm, let's see-- 
June, July, August, September-- closer to two still, thank goodness.
	"She *is* potty trained, isn't she?" I asked.
	"Yeah," the girl replied.
	"Is she out of diapers yet?" I asked.
	"During the day she is," the girl answered. "But at night she 
still needs them."
	"Give her a few months or so and she'll probably be out of 
diapers for good," I said to the girl in an assuring tone.
	"Why do you want to know if my little sister is potty trained?" 
the girl asked out of curiosity.
	"Because she's a girl," I said. "I just wanted to make sure she 
wasn't still wearing diapers."
	"But *you* are wearing diapers!" the girl pointed out to me. She 
then asked me how old I was.
	"Twelve," I said.
	"You're twelve years old and you wear diapers?"
	"Yeah, but then, I'm a boy, too, and lots of boys my age wear 
diapers."
	"My brother's eight years old and he doesn't wear diapers," the 
girl said.
	"You have a brother?" I asked her. Now my interest in finding out 
if anyone living next door to Jay wore diapers was rekindled.
	"Yeah," the girl replied.
	"Has he ever pooped his pants?" I asked her. She just gave me an 
embarrassed smile and giggled, which suggested to me that perhaps he 
has.
	"Well, has he?" I asked her. At this point Jay's mother called us 
again. Jay and Tony had been goofing off in the car while I was busy 
talking to the girl.
	"Boys, bring those boxes in now!" Jay's mother shouted. We knew 
she was serious now.
	"Sorry, gotta go," I said to the girl as I bent over and picked 
up the box. We all carried the boxes into the house. About five or six 
pairs of underwear had fallen out of the boxes as we carried them in, 
leaving a trail of boys' briefs.
	"Just set them over by the sewing machine," Jay's mother told us. 
Jay's mother and sister then started going through the boxes, sorting 
the newest supply of underwear. There were toddler-sized briefs, which 
I imagined were used only for butt padding. Many of the pairs had some 
stains in the seat and were past their pristine whiteness, but appeared 
to otherwise be usable.
	"I got a bunch of size eighteens," Jay's mother commented as she 
opened the second box and pulled out several larger pairs. Given the 
age of the boys who must have worn them, they didn't appear to be 
stained as much. Meanwhile, Lori went to work ripping away waistbands 
and cutting out the seats of the pairs that were determined to be 
usable.
	"Can I make Jay some four-layered pairs this time?" Lori asked 
eagerly.
	"Sure, we've got lots of smaller pairs that Jay won't be able to 
wear, so you might as well get some use out of them," Lori's mother 
replied.
	"How's your diaper, Tony?" I asked him.
	"Still just wet," he said. "I heard you poop out there, so you 
probably need to be changed."
	"Yeah, but my Mom's going to pick us up soon and when I get home 
I'll get diapered into my cloth diapers, so I might as well leave it 
on."
	Tony sat there on the floor and watched Jay's mother and sister 
go through the three boxes of underwear, keeping about three-fourths of 
them, discarding all the cartoon and solid color briefs.
	"Why do you just keep the white ones?" I asked out of curiosity.
	"Because that's the color of diapers," Lori replied, which was 
the answer I was expecting. "We like to make Jay look like he's in 
diapers, and well, he almost is. Just look at his butt."
	"I have," I said. Trust me, I have.
	A moment later Tony rolled onto his back and lifted his legs in 
the air. In doing so, he took a big dump in his diapers. He grunted and 
squeezed out a few more turds. When he was done he said, "okay, time to 
change me!"
	Tony had set his school bag on the floor in the living room along 
with my bag. I reached into his bag and pulled out a diaper. I then 
proceeded to change his diaper right in front of Jay, his mother and 
Lori. Lori watched with curiosity as I removed Tony's poopy diaper and 
exposed his fully erect penis. At this moment I realized that I had 
been ill-prepared and didn't have any wipes in my bag. I didn't recall 
seeing any in Tony's bag, either.
	"Do you have any wipes in your bag?" I asked Tony.
	"No," he replied.
	"Shi-uh-oot," I said, changing my word in mid-stream as I wasn't 
sure how Jay's mother responded to kids my age swearing.
	"Shit, shoot, doesn't matter, we hear it all around here," Jay's 
mother said.
	"And we smell plenty of it, too," Lori said.
	"We don't have any wipes," I said, explaining the reason for my 
interjection.
	"Here, use this!" Lori said as she tossed me a pair of Teenage 
Mutant Ninja Turtles briefs that had seen their better days. They were 
a size six pair, and it appeared that the little boy who had worn them 
was a tad bit challenged in the wiping department. A larger stain 
indicated that he had diarrhea a time or two. Tony and I smiled as we 
both examined the underpants and the history of its wearer. I then put 
it to use and cleaned off Tony's bottom. I asked Lori to toss me 
another pair as Donitello's face was smothered in shit. This time she 
gave me a pair of Mario Brothers briefs. These, too, were not without 
their defects from some little boy's uncontrolled defecation.
	"Sorry, Mario," I said as I rubbed his face into Tony's butt 
crack. "But you should be used to this sort of thing."
	Once I had Tony cleaned up I put a fresh diaper on his butt and 
taped it up tightly. I picked up the soiled underpants that had served 
as wipes and asked where to dispose of them.
	"Just take them out to the trash," Jay's mother told me. I went 
out the front door and dropped the soiled underpants-turned wash rags 
into the garbage. I then saw the girl next door again.
	"Hi!" the girl waved to me again.
	"Hello," I said back.
	"So, what's your name?" I asked her as I walked over to her.
	"Miranda," she said.
	"My name's Chris," I introduced myself. I decided to resume our 
conversation from earlier. I had to find out more about Miranda's older 
brother. I found out his name was Ronny, and the littlest girl's name 
was Ashley.
	"Did Ronny ever poop his pants?" I asked Miranda.
	"Yeah, he did it in the car once!" Miranda said as she started 
laughing. "He was crying and Mom got mad, so we had to go home and let 
him change his pants."
	"Your mom should have diapered up his butt for it," I said. 
"Nice, big, thick, soft white diapers that he could poop in, just like 
the ones I'm wearing." I turned around and bent over, lifting my shirt 
to let Miranda see how high up my diaper went. Miranda was giggling 
again.
	"You're funny!" she said. "You like to talk about diapers and 
poopy pants a lot!"
	"I'm a diaper boy, what did you expect?" I said. "Has Ronny 
pooped his pants any other times?"
	"I dunno," Miranda said.
	"Do you think Ronny would wear diapers?" I asked Miranda.
	"Probably not," she replied. "He thinks it's gross that Jay poops 
in his underwear."
	At this point Ronnie came up to Miranda. Behind him was Ashley, 
the two-year-old girl. She had on a short pink dress. I was trying to 
look and see what she was wearing underneath, hoping for the best, but 
fearing the worst.
	"Miranda, mom wants you in the house," Ronny said to her.
	"Tell her I'm coming," she said.
	"Who's this?" Ronny asked.
	"His name's Chris, he's one of Jay's friends."
	"He wears diapers, it figures," Jay said as he rolled his eyes.
	"He's a 'POOPY BOY!'" Miranda shouted.
	"Just like Jay," Ronny said. "What are you doing in a diaper?"
	"Peeing in it, pooping on it," I said. "What else do you do in a 
diaper?"
	"You look silly wearing diapers," Ronny said.
	"This is how I always dress, so get used to it," I said to Ronny. 
Then Ashley spoke.
	"You gots no pants on!" she shouted and giggled as she pointed to 
my diaper.
	"I don't need to wear pants," I said to Ashley, using a tone of 
voice that was reserved for speaking to small children. "My pants don't 
fit over my diaper."
	"You wearin' DIA-PERS!" she shouted as she pointed to my 
conspicuously diapered condition.
	"Yes, you are right, they are diapers!" I said to Ashley.
	"I don't gots diapers on anymore!" the girl shouted. She then 
lifted her dress, proudly showing me her new 'big girl' panties.
	"I wear 'dese now!" she said.
	"That's a good girl!" I said to Ashley. "You get to wear big girl 
panties since you now use the potty, right?"
	"Uh huh!" she said.
	"You don't have to sit around in those nasty, yucky, wet, smelly 
stinky, dirty, poopy diapers anymore like I still do!" I told the girl, 
something I would never say to Steven or Tyler or any other little boy 
whose potty training progress I would make an effort to thwart.
	"You a BIG boy! So why you wear diapers?" Ashley asked me.
	"Because I'm a boy, and lots of boys, even BIG boys like me still 
have to wear diapers, so just be glad you're not a boy."
	"My brudder is a big boy, an' he not wear diapers!" Ashley said.
	"He doesn't know what he's missing," I said. "What does he wear?"
	"Underwear," Ashley said.
	"So does Jay," I replied back.
	"Yeah, but I don't wear fifty pairs at a time and poop in them 
like he does," Ronny said.
	"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," I said to Ronny.
	"No way, that's sick!" Ronny winced.
	"I'm a BIG GIRL, I don't wear diapers!" Ashley said. "But he a 
BIG BOY, an' he wear diapers!"
	"You got the right idea, Ashley!" I said to her.
	"Come on, let's get in the house," Ronny said as he directed his 
two sisters to the front door.
	I decided to dismiss Ronny at this point and abandon any hopes of 
seeing him wearing diapers. He was eight years old and it was probably 
too late for the idea of wearing diapers to make much of an impression 
on him. I also wrote off his potential for being a diaper boy on 
account of the fact that he had two younger sisters. I assumed that 
Miranda was out of diapers at a reasonable age, and Ashley was doing 
well with her potty training and was destined to be out of diapers 
completely before too long. Even if Ronny did have a penchant for 
wearing diapers, he would have most likely been influenced and perhaps 
tempted to wear them by seeing his two younger sisters wearing diapers 
when they were babies. To me, this didn't fit the profile of an ideal 
diaper boy. My conclusion, he wasn't much of a candidate for a diaper 
boy. You just can't win them all.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 123
----------------------------

	I collected the briefs that had fallen to the ground as I went 
back into Jay's house. I tossed them to Lori, who was still busy 
sorting through the boxes of used underwear.
	"Thanks," she said as her lap was already covered in a pile of 
boys' underwear. I then went into Jay's bedroom where we talked and 
played with some of his toys. We got bored after awhile, so we went out 
to the living room to watch TV. Without cable there wasn't much on in 
the afternoons, mostly talk shows. We then switched to playing Atari 
games, which were primitive by today's standards, but easy enough to 
play, and what the hell, it was entertainment. By this time it was 
getting close to 5:00. My diaper was getting saturated and I wasn't 
sure how much longer I could go without having to be changed into 
another disposable. If I did this I would have to wear it around the 
rest of the evening in order to justify its use and I knew I'd be 
wanting my cloth diapers, especially while having Jay there. I couldn't 
just put on a fresh disposable diaper, only to change out of it an hour 
later or so.
	It then occurred to me that I could wear Jay's underpants to hold 
me over until I got home. He certainly had plenty of underwear, there 
was no question about that, even without his latest batch that his 
mother had brought home. I explained my situation to Jay and he said I 
could borrow some of his underpants until I got to my house. Knowing 
that I would need to wipe up my butt, I asked Lori for another pair of 
underwear that would not be used for making Jay's "diapers."
	"Here ya' go," she said as she tossed me a pair of He-Man 
underwear, which had already been stained in the seat by the boy who 
had once wore it. I figured this had to be at least ten years old. We 
all went back into Jay's bedroom where I lay on the floor while Tony 
took my disposable diaper off and cleaned me up. In an instant the He-
Man underpants were totally engulfed in poop, so Tony went back out to 
the living room to get another reject pair from the underwear pile to 
serve as a butt wipe.
	"How about Transformers?" Tony said when he returned as he held 
up the pair. Optimus Prime was, well, past his prime as evidenced by 
the deeply embedded poop stain running across him.
	"That works," I said, not caring which has-been cartoon character 
emblazoned on boys' underwear met his fate by getting smeared with my 
shit. Tony continued to clean me up, giving my dick and balls plenty of 
attention. Jay was watching intently, noting how big my erection was. A 
moment later he had both his hands over his frontal area. I could tell 
that Tony wanted to do some sans-diaper activity, but this wasn't the 
time or place for it. I also told him that I wanted to "save it" for 
tonight when he offered to jack me off, especially since I was still 
recharging from just a couple hours ago or so.
	I stood naked from the waist down as I went to Jay's underwear 
drawers and pulled out several pairs. I knew that the size ten pairs 
were out, so I went ahead and brought out several size twelves.
	"I can't believe I'm actually putting on underwear again," I 
said, having always thought that my body would never again come into 
contact with any garment made my Hanes, Fruit of the Loom or any other 
manufacturer of boys' briefs who did not also manufacture diapers.
	"Maybe they should make diapers that look like underwear and call 
them, "I Can't Believe It's Not Underwear," Tony commented.
	"You may be onto something, Tony," I said. At that moment I was 
thinking about somebody making a diaper that had the appearance and 
features of boys' underwear, but with the extra padding that would make 
it function as a diaper. I then thought that perhaps such an idea could 
be passed on to CKM Products.
	"I just got an idea!" I said. I then explained to Tony and Jay 
what my idea was and they agreed that it sounded like a neat idea. I 
grabbed the first pair of underwear and slipped it on. I felt so naked 
wearing it, even with the triple padding in the seat. I then proceeded 
to put on more pairs, stopping at eight before deciding to move up to 
size fourteens. I got ten of these on and then put on a dozen size 
sixteen pairs, half of which I alternated. I then topped the stack off 
with a dozen more size eighteens, half of which I also put on 
backwards.
	"I'm actually wearing underwear again," I said as I went to the 
mirror in Jay's bedroom and examined myself. I rubbed my hard dick 
through the impenetrable bunches of fly fronts. I then examined my 
butt, which bulged out quite prominently with, according to my 
calculations, 90 layers of triple seats on my butt with another 12 
layers made up of fly fronts on my backside. I couldn't settle for 
having just 90 layers from the triple-seats on my butt, so I added four 
more pairs of size eighteens to take me over a hundred. They weren't 
quite as thick as what I was used to wearing-- maybe the equivalent of 
one and a half Thickies diapers-- but they were thick enough to make me 
waddle and to make me feel like I was in familiar territory with the 
cloth diapers that I normally wear.
	At this point I was very sufficiently "diapered" in Jay's 
underpants and they felt very good, too, albeit a tad tight. I kept 
snapping the waistbands and sticking my hand down in between the pairs. 
I rubbed my butt several times and ran my hands along the seams that 
held in place the additional layers. While I would never replace my 
Thickies diapers with multiple underpants, I was enjoying looking at 
the fly fronts and the colored stripe patterns on the waistbands, which 
I had missed since my pre-diaper days.
	I then realized that I needed to wear some plastic pants. Jay was 
wearing the only pair that was available to us. I asked him if I could 
borrow them since I was more likely to wet through my briefs 
uncontrollably.
	"Well, uh, I sort of need them on now," Jay said. I took a closer 
look at his crotch and I could see through the plastic pants that there 
was enough moisture to indicate that he had peed in his undies.
	"Did you do it on purpose?" I asked Jay.
	"Yeah, but I wasn't going to take all this underwear off and use 
the toilet."
	"How long has it been since you actually used the toilet for 
anything?" I asked Jay. He gave it some thought and told me that he 
hadn't used the toilet since I gave him the plastic pants, as they 
freed him from needing to take his underwear off to piss.
	"Well, I think I'll be okay," I said. "I can always sit on a 
plastic grocery bag if I have to."
	We went back out to the living room where Lori had piled all the 
rejected underwear into a box. She gave these to Jay, telling him that 
his wipes supply was replenished. He took these back to his room. I 
took my disposable diaper out to the garbage along with the soiled He-
Man and Transformers underwear. While I was disposing of the diaper and 
underwear, a girl on a bicycle rolled into the driveway. She looked at 
me, obviously having never seen me before. She then looked at me 
wearing Jay's underpants.
	"Who are you?" she asked me.
	"I'm Chris," I said.
	"Oh, you must be my brother's new friend," the girl said. "You 
must be, since you wear your underwear like he does."
	"Are you here to see Jay?" I asked her, seeing that she obviously 
knew who he was.
	"I'm his sister," she explained. "Jolene."
	"Pleased to meet you," I said. She followed behind me, 
undoubtedly staring at the thick folds of cotton on my butt that must 
have been a very familiar sight to her from always seeing her brother 
dressed the same way.
	"You wear the same kind of underwear as my brother," she said. 
"You even have extra layers in the butt."
	"Oh, these are actually Jay's underpants," I explained to her.
	"So why are *you* wearing them?" she asked me. "Jay told me that 
you wear diapers. Real diapers."
	"Normally I do," I said, pointing to the wadded-up Thickies 
disposable diaper that I had just tossed into the garbage. Some of the 
poopy side was showing. I then explained to her that I didn't want to 
put on another disposable diaper when I was just going to get put into 
cloth diapers once I got home a little later.
	"I understand," she said. We then went into the house together.
	"Hi Jolene," her mother greeted her.
	"Hi Mom," she said. "I didn't think you'd be home."
	"They actually said I could leave at 4:00 today because of all 
the overtime I already have for this week," her mother said. "How was 
work?"
	"Okay," Jolene sighed. "Never met so many dumb customers in my 
life, though."
	"You say that every day, dear," her mother said.
	"I see you got a new supply of underwear for Poopy Boy," Jolene 
said. "Since his friend is wearing it, maybe Jay doesn't need any more 
underwear."
	"Jay will never not need any more underwear, dear," her mother 
said. She then handed Jolene a pair of scissors.
	"Here, hon, why don't you start in and help us out."
	"Sure, let me just go to the bathroom and change out of my work 
clothes first," Jolene said. On her way back to the bathroom she looked 
at Tony, seeing that he had on an actual diaper.
	"You must be Jay's other friend," she said.
	"Yeah, although most people just call me Tony," he said with a 
smile.
	"You're in a real diaper, too," she said. "Looks good on you," 
she said.
	"Thanks," Tony answered. I felt a tad bit jealous that she 
commented on Tony's diaper but said nothing about how I looked in the 
"diapers" that I had on. I figured this was because she was used to 
seeing Jay dressed the same way.
	"You should see the cloth diapers that I wear at home," I said to 
Jolene.
	"I'm sure they look a lot like Jay's underwear," she said.
	"They do, but without the waistbands and the fly fronts, and 
they're a lot thicker and have pins in them, too."
	"I'm sure you look cute in them," she said as she went down the 
hall and into the bathroom. When she came out I showed her a few 
snippets from the home video I brought along. She was impressed by how 
much thicker my cloth diapers were over Jay's multiple underpants. She 
also enjoyed all the comments that Lisa and Cindy were making in the 
video.
	"Hey, Mom, let's get Jay some real diapers like the ones Chris is 
wearing in the video," Jolene said.
	"If you want to take a second job, go ahead," her mother said, 
implying that buying real diapers for Jay would be too costly. "It's 
going to be another tight month, and we need to save up enough to make 
the move," she added with a sigh.
	It was after 5:00 and I was expecting my Mom to show up soon. In 
the meantime Jay's mother watched "Jeopardy!" and we watched along with 
her. While I was sitting there I wet in Jay's underpants. I was worried 
that the underwear would not be able to absorb all the pee, but then I 
remembered that I was wearing a lot more underwear now than I ever did 
when I was eight years old and simulating diapers with my own 
underwear. I never did pee in my underwear then, it was always for 
pooping, so peeing in multiple underpants was a new experience for me. 
It wasn't the same thing as peeing in a thirsty bunch of Thickies 
diapers, but it did the job. I examined my fly and my crotch and 
everything was still dry on the outside. Much of the wetness had flowed 
down my crotch back into the seats, where there was a lot more 
absorbency. During the commercial breaks I watched as Lori and Jolene 
worked together, tearing away waistbands and cutting out the seats to 
be sewn into Jay's forthcoming batch of underpants.
	"There's enough here to make some quadruple seaters," Lori 
commented when she saw Tony and me watching her work.
	"Ooh, really?" Jolene commented. "As if triple-seaters aren't 
enough for Jay's poopy butt."
	"A thousand-seater wouldn't be enough," Lori commented.
	Clearly, Jay's sisters took great pleasure in dealing with his 
encopresis by modifying his underwear, but unlike my sisters, they 
didn't want to have to handle cleaning him up or diapering him. Jay 
appeared to be used to listening to his sisters talk about his pooping 
problems and tuned them out as they went on talking about how Jay 
finally found some friends who also "shit their butts up like so many 
boys do."
	My Mom showed up a few minutes later, right as Alex Trebek was 
about to reveal the Final Jeopardy question, or actually, the answer. 
Since the category was Shakespeare and I didn't know jack shit about 
this topic, so I didn't mind missing the rest of the show.
	Jay's mom went to the door when she answered it and then invited 
my mother in. Even my mom, who was used to the air quality in our house 
being compromised by the presence of my dirty diapers, winced as she 
caught a whiff of the musty odors in Jay's house. Mom looked at me and 
asked me what I was wearing.
	"Well, let's see," I said as I pulled out the waistbands and 
started counting them. "One Hanes, two Hanes, one Fruit of the Loom, 
two Fruit of the Loom, three, four, five, six Fruit of the Loom, three 
Hanes, a couple K-Mart brand, two BVD's, three more Fruit of the Loom, 
a bunch more K-Marts..."
	"Why aren't you wearing a diaper?" Mom asked me, stopping me just 
as I began counting how many pairs of each brand of underwear I had in 
the mix.
	"I am wearing diapers," I said. "Well, sort of, anyway."
	"Why are you wearing Jay's underwear?" Mom asked, knowing that 
they belonged to him. I explained the reason to my Mom, which she 
didn't mind, just that she didn't think she'd ever see me with a fly 
across my front or a series of stripes running around my waist again.
	"You're going to need some plastic pants over those underpants, 
you know," Mom said as she ran her hand across my briefs and snapped 
the waistbands. "Have you wet in them yet?"
	"A little," I said as I ran my hand along the leg openings of the 
underpants. "But it hasn't soaked all the way through yet."
	Mom then did an inspection of her own. She detected the wetness 
in the inner layers.
	"That's more than a little," Mom said. "You'd better sit on a 
plastic bag until we get home."
	I agreed with Mom, especially since I knew my wetting tendencies 
more than anyone else. I figured that another wetting would surely soak 
the rest of my underpants, so I grabbed a plastic grocery bag and took 
it with me to sit on the car.
	"You boys ready now?" Mom asked us as Tony and I picked up our 
book bags.
	"As ready as we're going to be," I said, picking up my pants at 
the last minute. We then started to go out the door.
	"Wait!" Jay said as he realized that his one and only pair of 
pants was still wet from his peeing in them.
	"I don't have any pants to wear," he said.
	"When you have a sleepover at my house, you leave your pants 
home," I said to Jay. "You won't need your pants and we're all going to 
be in diapers the whole time."
	"What if we go someplace?" Jay asked.
	"Then we go there in diapers," I said. "I've told you that I've 
walked through the mall in diapers."
	"Okay, but I don't think I'd want to do that," Jay said.
	"You boys probably won't be going anyplace," my Mom told Jay. 
"But if you want to wear some pants, I'm sure Chris won't mind loaning 
you his."
	"Nah, it's all right," Jay said. "I never wear pants during the 
weekends anyway."
	With this, Jay was ready to leave. All he brought with him was a 
clean shirt, a couple pairs of socks, and his toothbrush.
	"Uhh, Jay, aren't you forgetting something?" his mom said before 
he went out the door.
	"No, I don't think so," Jay said as he thought over the items he 
was taking with him since this was his first sleepover ever.
	"My jacket?" he said, doubting that this was what his mother 
meant since it wasn't expected to get cold enough to need one.
	"No, your UNDERWEAR, silly!" Lori said as she showed Jay one of 
his new quad-seater pairs that she had just made for him. "You're gonna 
need something clean to poop in when you get done shitting in the ones 
you got on now!"
	"They probably don't have room in their car for his underwear," 
Jolene commented.
	"I'm going to wear diapers at Chris' house anyway," Jay said.
	"Okay," Lori said. She then showed Jay the first pair of 
underwear into which she had sewn three additional layers of fabric.
	"Check this out, Jay, I put four layers in the butt!" Lori said 
as she pointed out the thick padding in the rear of a pair of Fruit of 
the Loom briefs. "I can't wait to see what you'll look like with a few 
dozen of these on your poopy butt!"
	"You girls would get along well with my daughters," my Mom 
commented. "Let's go, boys."
	"Have fun at your first sleepover," Jay's mother said as we 
headed out the door and into the car.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 124
----------------------------

	On the way over to our house I had peed in the underpants some 
more and soaked them through to the outer pair. Mom looked over at me 
and she could see the yellow tint in the fly of the outermost pair of 
briefs.
	"Better have Cindy diaper you when we get home," Mom said. "Those 
underpants just aren't going to hold up."
	When I walked into my house Cindy looked at me and she noticed 
right away that I wasn't wearing my usual diapers.
	"What's this?" she asked as she came up to me and pulled on the 
waistbands.
	"Boys' underwear," I said. "Been a long time since you've seen 
it, huh?"
	"On you, yeah," she said. "Boys' underwear seems to have become 
sort of an oxymoron around here, unless you're talking about diapers, 
of course. What are you doing wearing Jay's underwear, anyway? Just 
wanting to remember what it felt like again or what?"
	"I needed to change and I didn't want to put on another 
disposable just to wear it for an hour or so, so I borrowed some of 
Jay's underwear."
	"Ahh, so I see. I didn't think I'd ever see you in underwear 
again," Cindy said as she grabbed a hold of about six or seven 
waistbands spanning over my stomach and snapping them back.
	"I must say I miss snapping your waistbands," she said. "Plastic 
pants just don't snap quite the same. Speaking of which, I'd say you'd 
better put some on since you've already wet through all those 
underpants."
	"You might as well just diaper me," I told Cindy.
	"Does Jay want to be diapered, too?" Cindy asked him.
	"Uhh, yeah, sure," Jay answered, sounding nervous.
	"Would you like me to diaper you this time?" Cindy asked him 
nicely, since last time he was too embarrassed to let my sister see him 
naked, erect and with his bottom coated in shit. Jay stood there for a 
moment and looked down at his front, presumably because he was getting 
a hard-on from thinking about Cindy diapering him.
	"Yeah, I guess," he said with some hesitation. With this, Jay and 
I went into my bedroom, as did Tony so that he could watch. Cindy came 
behind us. As she looked at mine and Jay's butts, she asked Jay where 
he got underwear with extra layers in the seats.
	"My sisters make them," he said.
	"The whole thing?" Cindy asked inquisitively.
	"No, they just cut out the butts from old underwear and sew it 
into other pairs."
	"That's a nifty idea," Cindy said. "They should make all boys' 
underwear like that, anyway, knowing how most boys treat their 
underwear."
	"Actually, they used to make them like that," I said. I explained 
that I had seen boys in double-seated underwear in the movie "Bless the 
Beasts and Children", which came out in the early 1970's.
	"So why did they stop?" Cindy asked. "I'm sure that most boys 
don't wipe their butts any better now than they did twenty years ago."
	"Boys like us don't wipe our butts at all until we change our 
diapers," Tony said.
	"And then some boys like Chris don't wipe their butts at all, 
period," Cindy said. "That job's been left to Lisa and me, mostly me 
nowadays."
	Cindy asked Jay and me which of us was first to be diapered. 
Since Jay was still nervous about letting Cindy diaper him he wanted to 
watch me get diapered first. Since I had underpants on, I didn't need 
to have Cindy remove any diaper pins for me. Before I started taking 
off Jay's underwear I needed to take a big shit, which I was hoping to 
do while I had Jay's underwear on. I just bent over and let a runny, 
messy bowel movement shoot out of my butt and into the thick briefs. A 
series of several wet and juicy farts announced the materialization of 
my wet, poopy and stinky discharge from my derriere. I had forgotten 
how much more quickly poop spreads through the seats of multiple 
underpants than diapers as briefs fit more tightly against the butt and 
the poop had little extra room in which to flow. My buttocks were 
immediately coated in filth and I felt the shit being channeled up my 
butt crack and along either side of my balls as it poured into my 
crotch. Cindy, Tony and Jay were all staring at the thick, solid white 
wall of triple-seated boys' briefs on my butt and waiting for me to 
finish shitting in them so that Cindy could clean it all up and diaper 
me in real diapers. Both Tony and Jay were rubbing themselves as they 
watched.
	"You done now?" Cindy asked me.
	"Not yet," I said as I pushed out another gaseous glob.
	"Now I am," I said. Tony and Jay enjoyed the show that I gave 
them prior to my forthcoming diaper change. With Jay's briefs all 
crapped up, I started taking them off in bunches. The topmost pairs 
were only soaked in piss as the wet poop was mostly confined to the 
first three pairs, thanks to the presence of the extra layers in the 
butt, which mostly served to absorb my pee. I set the soiled underpants 
in my diaper pail and then I lay myself down on my changing pad. Cindy 
had to wipe up the trail of poop that I left before me as I scooted my 
shitty bottom along the surface. Tony assisted Cindy in folding my 
diapers and furnishing her with the powder and diaper pins. During the 
time Cindy was wiping my butt and crotch clean Jay's eyes were fixed on 
my stiff dick and my nuts. He watched her sprinkle a generous layer of 
powder all throughout the regions of my body that would soon be 
enshrouded in enough cotton to have Eli Whitney rolling over in his 
grave. Tony then proceeded to assist Cindy in pinning up my diapers.
	"Do you need that many pins in your diapers?" Jay asked me.
	"No, but I just like knowing that I can't get my diapers off very 
easily," I said. "Cindy makes them really tight, too."
	As Jay observed my diapered crotch billowing out in thickness 
with each diaper added to the stack he was getting more and more 
excited. He was still quietly rubbing his frontal area, trying not to 
make the plastic pants crinkle. He didn't mind seeing that I noticed 
him massaging his fly fronts, but once Cindy became aware of the sound 
and looked at him, he stopped.
	"Sorry, uhh, I had an itch down there," Jay said, trying to cover 
up the real reason he had been rubbing his fly fronts so vigorously.
	"Yeah, and what an itch it must be," Cindy said with a knowing 
smile, implying that she knew what Jay was doing. Jay continued to look 
embarrassed and ashamed for getting caught playing with himself.
	"It's okay, Jay," Cindy said as she stopped for a moment to pat 
his shoulder. "Chris does it all the time. You're no different than any 
other boy."
	Cindy finished diapering me by topping off the huge stack with a 
Thickies diaper. She used a dozen of the extra large pins on each side 
of the massive diaper. While Jay was watching me get diapered, he saw 
my diaper usage meter device sitting on top of my dresser, although he 
didn't know what it was until I explained it to him.
	"Why do you have a pager?" Jay asked me.
	"Pager?" I questioned. "I don't have a pager."
	"Then what's this?" he asked me as he picked up the device and 
looked at it.
	"Oh, that's my 'shitometer,'" I said with a smile, having 
spontaneously made up the name for the device.
	"What's a 'shitometer?'" Jay asked me.
	"A device that measures how much you shit," I replied. "It 
measures pee, too, so you could call it a 'pissometer', too."
	"You serious?" Jay asked me. He was incredulous.
	"Yeah, you wear it with your diapers and it measures how much you 
pee and poop."
	"I didn't know they made anything like that," Jay commented. 
"Where did you get it?"
	"I got it after I tested wearing 'Thickies' diapers," I answered. 
"I had to wear it so that we could measure how much the diapers could 
hold and how often I peed and pooped in them. It's really neat, though 
I haven't used it in awhile."
	"You wanna try wearing it?" Cindy asked Jay while she brought out 
an equally abundant set of diapers for him.
	"I dunno," Jay said nervously, unconvinced that the device 
actually worked.
	"It's a gag, right?" Jay said, becoming suspicious.
	"No, it's not a gag," I told him.
	"It won't like, shock me or anything, will it?" Jay asked.
	"Yeah, when you piss in it, it zaps you in the nuts," Tony said, 
quickly adding, "just kidding."
	"Try it out," I told Jay. I showed him the various readouts that 
it would produce, recording the time, duration and volume of each time 
the device detected urine and fecal discharges.
	"When you pee, the green light comes on, and when you poop, the 
red light comes on, and it beeps, too, that way everyone knows what 
you're doing in your diapers and when! As thick as your diapers are, 
there's really no other way for others to tell."
	Tony grabbed the device and stuck the wetness detector down in 
the front of his diaper. Immediately the beeper sounded and the green 
light was triggered when it detected the wetness that was already in 
the front of his diaper. It registered seven milliliters.
	"See?" I said, hoping that Jay was convinced that the device was 
for real. At this point he agreed to try it. Tony pulled the sensor out 
of his diaper and then went into the bathroom to rinse it off. He 
returned a moment later with the device, ready to give to Cindy once 
she was ready for it. Right now she wasn't ready as Jay hadn't yet 
budged; he was fraught with inhibition.
	Jay hesitated some more and then said, "well, here goes." He 
pulled down his plastic pants, which had a pool of pee running around 
in the crotch as the plastic pants descended to his ankles. He stepped 
out of the wet plastic pants and I could smell the familiar odors of 
stale urine wafting through the room. Jay just stood there before Cindy 
as she stared at him, waiting for him to take his wet, yellow-tinged 
underpants off.
	"Well, I can't diaper you if you have all that underwear on, you 
know," Cindy said as she grabbed a hold of the fly front on his outer 
pair and tugged on it. Jay didn't seem to mind her doing this.
	"I know," Jay said. "I'm just, well, kind of shy."
	"Jay," Cindy said as she put both her hands on his shoulders. "I 
know what you've got underneath all those underpants you have on. You 
are definitely not the first boy I have seen naked. You just saw me 
change Chris, and I've been changing Chris' diapers for almost four 
years now."
	"One thousand, four hundred and eight days, to be exact," I 
added.
	"Well, Chris is your brother," Jay said. He acted like he was 
wanting to back out of agreeing to let Cindy diaper him.
	"So do you let your sisters see you naked?" Cindy asked Jay.
	"Sometimes," he said. "But they don't change my diapers, or, my 
underwear, or whatever."
	"Come on," Cindy said to Jay gently. "A penis is a penis, and I 
doubt yours is any different than Chris' dick."
	"It's smaller," he said shyly.
	"Is that why you're being so shy?" Cindy asked him. "You do 
realize that Chris is ahead of most other boys his age in puberty."
	"I'm just not used to this sort of thing," Jay said.
	"I understand," Cindy said. "But let's face it, your anatomy is 
no secret to this seasoned diaper-changing girl."
	Jay's resistance finally conceded to Cindy's offer to diaper him 
and he proceeded to remove his underpants, doing it in bunches at a 
time. He deposited the wet briefs in my diaper pail along with the 
pairs I had taken off moments earlier. Since he had just changed into 
clean underpants a couple hours ago he hadn't yet pooped again, so his 
underpants were just very wet. As expected, he was hesitant to remove 
the last pair. Given the tent that his dick was making in the front of 
the lone pair of underpants he still had on, there was no hiding the 
fact that he was very excited right now. With all eyes watching him, 
Jay knew that he had to continue and expose to the eyes of my sister 
his penis. As he pulled the briefs down, his dick sprang upward after 
the waistband had descended to his balls and below.
	"No poop?" Cindy said, expecting Jay to have soiled his undies 
knowing he had encopresis.
	"No, I guess not," Jay said as his voice cracked.
	"There will be come your next diaper change, I guarantee it," 
Cindy said.
	"How's that?" Jay asked her.
	"Because, these diapers are staying on your butt until morning, 
and I'm pretty sure you'll have to poop at least once between now and 
then," Cindy replied. "With as long as it takes to diaper just one of 
you boys, I'm going to make it worth my while to diaper you up so that 
you can go a long time without a diaper change."
	"So what if I get a rash?" Jay asked.
	"That's why I use so much powder on Chris," Cindy replied.
	"In fact, after Chris got put into diapers my dad bought into 
some Johnson and Johnson stock with all the powder we were using on 
Chris," Cindy added as a joke. Incidentally, my dad, being a 
stockbroker, really does own Johnson and Johnson stock among others, 
including CKM Products. Thanks in part to the addition of Thickies 
diapers to their product line, CKM has been doing quite well on Wall 
Street from what I am told.
	At this point Cindy applied the diaper monitoring device to the 
first diaper that she would pin around Jay's waist. She attached the 
urine and fecal sensors to the appropriate areas of the diaper and then 
placed the diaper underneath Jay's waiting bum. He was sporting quite 
an erection for not having yet fully attained puberty. Jay was 
embarrassed about it, but Cindy knew to expect it as she had never seen 
mine or any other boy's penis in a flaccid state during a diaper 
change.
	Jay's state of nakedness below the waist ended with Cindy's 
application of the first of several thick, white fluffy diapers. Jay 
stared intently at the big pile of diaper pins that Cindy had set 
beside him.
	"Are you going to use all those pins on my diapers?" he asked 
Cindy.
	"Of course," Cindy replied. "Why do you think I brought so many 
of them? In fact, I may not even have enough. Tony, can you grab the 
pin box for me?"
	"Sure," Tony said as he got up from the chair and pulled his wet 
diaper away from his butt. He picked up the wipes tub that had been 
used as a diaper pin storage box ever since I started wearing pin-on 
diapers instead of the ones that used Velcro.
	"Thanks," Cindy said. Jay was amazed to see how many diaper pins 
I had in addition to the big pile in front of Cindy that awaited his 
diapers. Cindy pinned Jay's diapers on even more abundantly with the 
virtually bottomless supply of pins she had available to her. Tony 
jumped in and helped Cindy continue diapering Jay. In the meantime I 
had gotten a phone call from Aaron, who was calling to confirm the time 
of tomorrow's D.B.A. meeting as well as to fill me in on some of the 
things that he had planned to present to the group, including his 
"diaper thickness tester" that he and his sister Diane made together.
	"So, how does it work?" I asked Jay.
	"You'll see," he said, refusing to tell me what it was until I 
saw it at the meeting. I figured he wanted to surprise everyone with 
it, whatever it was, so I didn't push for an answer in spite of my 
curiosity. I went back into my bedroom with the cordless phone and 
talked to Aaron and told him about my first week at school. Tony, Jay 
and I all had plenty to say about Phil Brown. While talking to Aaron 
about school I watched Jay get his butt mega-diapered. I gave Aaron a 
play-by-play description of what was going on. He thought this was 
pretty cool. He told me about his first week at school as well, adding 
that he would be bringing two guests to the D.B.A. meeting. This, too, 
got me excited as I thought about what Aaron's fellow diaper buddies 
would be like.
	When Cindy finished diapering Jay she strapped the diaper 
monitoring device around his waist and activated it. It emitted a 
couple short beeps and the red and green lights flashed for a moment. 
All the indicators showed zero, but I knew that it wouldn't be long 
before a pissing and a shitting would each be registered. Cindy showed 
him how to check his readouts. Having had to follow my diaper usage for 
a month using the device, she was very well-versed in its operation.
	"How do the diapers feel?" I asked Jay. He smiled as he rubbed 
his crotch which was bulging out several inches from the surface of his 
skin.
	"I love them," he said. "They're better than underwear."
	"Do you think your Mom will ever get you some diapers?" I asked 
Jay.
	"At the rate things are going right now, probably not," he said. 
"I've gotten by on using underwear for diapers all this time, and well, 
there are some things I like about my underwear that you guys don't get 
with your diapers."
	"Such as what?" I asked him.
	"Like, the fly fronts and all the striped waistbands," Jay said. 
"I like to lay in bed and snap them. It drives Lori nuts when she's 
trying to sleep, but then, she does it, too."
	"You mean, she snaps her underwear waistbands, too?" Tony asked. 
"From what I have seen of Kara's panties, you can't snap the waistbands 
on girls' underwear like you can on boys' underwear."
	"Oh, no, what I meant is that she sneaks up behind me to snap 
*my* waistbands," Jay clarified.
	"Ahh, that makes a lot more sense," I remarked. I then reminded 
Jay about my idea to submit to CKM Products for a hybrid 
diaper/underwear combination that would make diapers easier to change 
and would also look more like underwear if exposed above the pants, 
assuming that pants are worn. The three of us gathered on the floor in 
my bedroom and talked about different ideas while I wrote them down.
	Tony opened the discussion and suggested that the pull-on diapers 
be made in both cloth and disposable varieties, sort of like Pull-Ups. 
I suggested offering the pull-on style diapers in various thicknesses 
and absorbency levels, that way some could be worn under regular 
clothing while others could be designed like the original Thickies, 
which are patently intended for wearing without pants because of their 
prohibitive thickness.
	"So would the thinner diapers be called "Thinnies?" Tony joked.
	"I was thinking of calling them 'Thickies Lite'," I said.
	"Isn't that an oxymoron?" Tony countered, defending his 
suggestion.
	"Better than calling them "Thinnies," I said as Tony and I 
engaged in a mild, but lighthearted argument over what to call the less 
thicker Thickies.
	"We'll let the other group members vote on it at the meeting 
tomorrow," I said. "Besides, we're just brainstorming anyway."
	I also reiterated my suggestion for using waistbands with stripes 
on them to make them look like underwear. I agreed with Jay that this 
was something I liked about underwear and was something that I always 
missed when it came to wearing diapers. Tony suggested that they offer 
diapers that look like Fun-Pals or Showtoons underwear, even though I 
personally preferred plain white when it came to diapers or underwear. 
These would be offered in both the cloth and the disposable varieties. 
I felt that for marketing purposes this was a good idea. Tony also 
suggested making a combination diaper/plastic pants combo. We all 
agreed on this idea without much discussion.
	"You got any ideas, Jay?" I asked him as he had been silent while 
listening to Tony and me talk about our ideas for a new product line of 
Thickies diapers. He sat there with his legs forced widely apart by the 
abundant diapers that Cindy put on him and he kept rubbing himself 
there.
	Jay suggested that a fly front be added for cosmetic purposes, 
citing that this would make the diapers look more boy-like. Even though 
a fake fly front wouldn't serve any practical purpose, Tony and I 
agreed that this was a good idea for promoting the diapers as a boys' 
garment, and even if an actual fake fly front wasn't added to the 
front, they could at least screen print a design resembling the seam 
pattern of a fly front. Jay also suggested that they make a diaper for 
encopretics that would be easy to pull down in the front for peeing, 
but would provide protection and extra padding in the seat for those 
unexpected poop-oopses.
	We continued to talk about our ideas for another half hour and I 
made drawings of the diaper designs, including several renderings 
showing boys wearing the diapers. My Dad had gotten home from work by 
this time. After he settled down, he and Mom were set to go out to 
dinner and to see a movie tonight while Cindy got to babysit us. Lisa, 
of course, was stuck working at the pizza place as it was a Friday 
night.
	"You boys be good for Cindy," Mom told us.
	"We will," I promised. "We'll probably just mind our own business 
and talk about diapers the whole time anyway."
	"I figured as much," Mom said.
	"We've got lots to cover at the meeting tomorrow," Tony 
commented.
	"It looks like you're having a meeting right now," Mom said as 
she noted the papers that were strewn about amongst our three thickly 
diapered crotches. After Mom left, Cindy came into our room and asked 
us to decide on what pizza we wanted for tonight.
	"Lisa says they have the 'Double-Double Pepperoni' special going 
on right now," Cindy suggested.
	"What's that?" Tony asked.
	"You get two large double pepperoni pizzas for the price of two 
mediums," Cindy said. We all agreed on pepperoni, so Cindy handed me 
the phone.
	"Here, you call it in, I'm missing 'Entertainment Tonight,'" 
Cindy said as she left from my room. I dialed the number and, as I 
expected, Lisa's artificially pleasant and friendly voice came on the 
line.
	"Yeah, I'd like to place an order," I said.
	"For takeout or delivery?" Lisa asked me politely, not yet 
knowing that I was her little brother.
	"What's the difference?" I asked, just to be a smartass. Lisa 
told us earlier this week about a customer who actually asked this 
question and she was highly annoyed by having to explain it to the 
moron. I tried to keep from laughing, but being unable to contain my 
amusement, the gig was up and Lisa immediately knew it was me by my 
voice combined with my distinct chuckling.
	"Chris, is that you?" Lisa asked, sounding annoyed.
	"Yes, it is, Lisa, I'm sorry," I said. "But I do want to place an 
order."
	"Are you guys picking it up or is it for delivery?" she asked.
	"We'll come pick it up if we can come in there in our diapers," I 
said, snickering afterwards.
	"Chris!" Lisa groaned. "I'm very busy right now!"
	"Sorry," I apologized again. "We'll have it delivered."
	"So, what do you want?" Lisa asked tersely, wishing she could say 
this to her other callers.
	"We're gonna have the Double-Double Pepperoni special," I said.
	"You and everyone else," Lisa muttered. "Do you want breadsticks 
with that? I have to ask that, you know."
	"Sure, why not?" I said. "We'll take two orders."
	Lisa then gave me the total over the phone and informed me of the 
estimated delivery time.
	"Wait, don't you need my address?" I asked, getting in one more 
lick.
	"Funny, Chris, very funny," Lisa said. "If Mandy delivers it, be 
sure to tip her generously."
	"What if it isn't?" I asked.
	"Tip them good anyway, unless it's Mike," Lisa said. She then 
whispered, "he's an asshole."
	"Okay, thank you, Lisa," I said politely.
	"You're welcome, goodbye, little brother," Lisa groaned before 
she hung up the phone.
	About a half hour later the pizza showed up. In the meantime I 
called all the boys to remind them about the meeting tomorrow and to 
confirm that they'd all be present. I also reminded them to bring a 
supply of diapers in case they needed to be changed. My first call was 
to Luke and Nathan. Since Bryce was having a sleepover with them last 
night I didn't have to call him. Luke told me about the fun things he 
had planned that night with Bryce staying there with them. We both 
laughed as we all had about the same thing in mind. I then asked Luke 
if he and Nathan, as well as Bryce would all be there for the meeting.
	"I wouldn't miss it for anything!" Luke said. I heard Nathan in 
the background saying, "me, neither!"
	"See you guys tomorrow at 11:00 then," I said. Next on my list 
was Aaron, whom I knew wouldn't forget, but just to make sure, I called 
him anyway. As I expected, he and Diane would be there with Diane 
promising to take plenty more pictures of us in our diapers. I figured 
it wasn't necessary to call Derek since he lived right next door. At 
this point all the members had been contacted. I figured Jimmy and his 
two buddies might show up as well to attend the meeting as guests, but 
I didn't have his phone number. I also wanted to know if Angela's 
brother Todd would be there, as well as Josh, the boy we met in Kidz 
Klothez the other night.
	"Are you done with the phone now?" Cindy asked me as she had been 
waiting impatiently for me to free up the line.
	"Yeah, I guess I am," I said.
	"Good, because I need to call Gina."
	I handed Cindy the phone and she started to dial. The low battery 
light then came on and the phone started beeping.
	"Oh great, you wore it out," Cindy said as she set the phone on 
the charger and went to use the phone in the kitchen. Cindy was still 
on the phone yakking to Gina when the doorbell rang, requiring me to 
appear at the door in my diapers.
	"Chris, get the door!" Cindy shouted. "The money's on the coffee 
table."
	Having appeared before strangers in diapers before, it was no big 
deal for me to go to the door wearing just diapers. I was hoping that 
it would be Mandy and not Mike. It was a girl, but her name wasn't 
Mandy. It was Veronica. She was taken aback by seeing that I wasn't 
wearing any pants and that I had on some very thick diapers. She was 
even more amazed when she saw Tony and Jay sitting on the couch in big 
diapers as well, especially Jay. She couldn't help but to look at me 
and then across the room at Jay and Tony.
	"Pizza for Chris?" she said.
	"Yep, that's me," I said.
	"You got the Double-Double Pepperoni special and two orders of 
breadsticks?"
	"You got it," I told the friendly, not to mention cute delivery 
driver who was rather heavyset. She gave me the total, so, just so I 
could let her see my diapered butt, I left the money on the coffee 
table and bent over to retrieve it. As I returned to her I could tell 
that she was still surprised by seeing three boys almost in their teens 
all wearing diapers. I gave her the money and told her that she could 
keep the change for her tip.
	"I bet we're the first boys our age you've seen in diapers, huh?" 
I said.
	"No, actually, you're not," she said with a smile. "But I don't 
see it very often, I must say."
	"Thanks," I said as Veronica left. We all sat around the kitchen 
table and tore into the pizza and the breadsticks. Cindy was nice 
enough to have already poured our drinks, serving all of them in my 
baby bottles.
	"I hope you don't mind drinking out of a baby bottle," Cindy told 
Jay.
	"Nah, it's kind of fun, actually," Jay said as he picked up the 
bottle and began sucking on the nipple.
	After pizza, we watched "Back to the Future" with Cindy. Each of 
us had our baby bottles refilled and sucked on them like three baby 
boys while we watched the classic movie about the possible benefits and 
perils of time travel. Incidentally, this movie inspired me to write a 
few stories about boys who go back in time and refuse to be toilet 
trained. The scene where young Lorraine sees Marty McFly's purple 
underwear and says she's never seen it before (the year was 1955 in the 
movie) brought on a little discussion among the three of us diaper 
boys.
	"I've never seen purple underwear before, either," Jay said. 
"Mine's always been all white."
	"And brown and yellow, too," I added.
	"Only on the inside," Jay said. "It's still white on the outside 
since it's always so thick and the pee and poop doesn't make it that 
far."
	This was a good sign that Jay was starting to loosen up and feel 
better about his situation wearing several pairs of underwear for 
diapers for most of his life. He was having a lot of fun tonight so 
far, from what I could tell. When I first talked to him he would have 
never boasted about how thick he wears his underwear.
	"I've seen purple diapers before," Tony commented.
	"Where?" I asked Tony.
	"They had some in that book I was showing that one lady at Kidz 
Klothez when she was looking for diapers for her son," Tony commented. 
"They were called Molicare."
	"Oh yeah," I said, having recalled seen them myself. "Have you 
ever thought about wearing them?"
	"I would if they weren't purple," Tony said. "They're good and 
thick, but not as thick as a Thickies, and besides, I like my diapers 
to be white."
	"Same here," I said. "Even if I didn't wear diapers, I wouldn't 
wear purple underwear."
	"Boys, shhhh!" Cindy turned around, telling us to quiet down. 
"I'm trying to watch the movie!"
	"You've seen it before," I told Cindy.
	"Yes, but that doesn't mean you guys can all be talking."
	"Sorry," I said. We kept quiet and continued watching the movie.
	Later on, the diaper monitoring device that Jay was wearing had 
sounded. Cotton was resting on the couch behind my head and the sudden 
beeping awakened him as he meowed into my ear. I patted Cotton on the 
head a couple times and then I looked down at Jay's front where the 
monitor had been clipped to his plastic pants. The green light was 
blinking, indicating he had just peed. I then pressed a button to see 
how much pee it had registered.
	"247 milliliters," I said as I read off the reading on the 
display, which was set to metric mode for some reason.
	"Is that much?" Jay asked.
	"Not really," I answered. "Your diapers can hold a lot more than 
that."
	"How much?" Jay asked.
	"I've gone past two whole liters," I said, knowing that this was 
a little more than two quarts.
	"How much is two liters?" Jay asked, further substantiating the 
notion that America was not ready to switch to the metric system.
	"You've seen a two-liter bottle of pop? Now imagine pissing that 
amount into your diapers. That's how much those diapers you are wearing 
can hold, even more than that." Conveniently, there was such a bottle 
sitting on the counter.
	"Wow," Jay commented as he looked down at his thick diapers. "So 
what is that in ounces?"
	I pressed the mode button on the unit and the readout was 
instantly converted to the more familiar measure of ounces.
	"8.4 ounces," I said. "You'll pee a lot more than that before the 
night's over with."
	"So, I guess I have a long ways to go, huh?" Jay remarked.
	"Yep, Jay, there's a *lot* of diaper there to be soaked up," I 
said as I patted his front where his diapers covered his stomach. "All 
that thickness isn't just there for looks, although that is one nice 
feature about my diapers."
	"How much poop can they hold?" Jay asked.
	"Chris!" Cindy snapped at me again. "You made me miss what he 
said because I couldn't hear over your talking."
	"What do you think rewind is for?" I said to Cindy. She groaned 
and pressed the rewind button on the remote as we re-watched the scene 
where Marty first talks to the nerdy-looking George McFly kid who would 
someday become his own father.
	"How much poop do they hold?" Jay whispered to me.
	"We'll find out in the morning when Cindy changes your diapers," 
I whispered back. Throughout the rest of the movie we all wet our 
diapers. Jay had peed a couple times more, bringing the readout up to 
over 23 ounces by the time the movie was over with. Only once did we 
have to pause the movie so that Cindy could go use the bathroom.
	After the movie was over the three of us diaper boys spent the 
rest of the evening playing games on the computer as well as letting 
Jay read mine and Tony's diaper stories on the computer. All three of 
us had shit in our diapers during this time. Jay's pooping was 
announced by a series of beeps and the red light blinking on the 
monitoring device.
	"How do I check to see how much I pooped?" Jay asked me.
	"Press the first white button, the one next to the red button," I 
told him.
	"It says 11.2 ounces," Jay said.
	"Is that weight or volume?" I asked him.
	"I dunno," he said. I went over to him and looked at the device 
and confirmed that this was the volume reading.
	"How much have you pooped in your diapers?" Jay asked me.
	"I'm not wearing a device, so I don't know, but it feels like an 
average dump back there," I commented as I stuck my into Jay's face and 
rubbed my diapered behind.
	"No, I mean, how much have you pooped on this thing?" Jay asked, 
pointing to the monitoring device.
	"Oh, that, okay," I said upon receiving Jay's clarification. "I 
think my record is 84 ounces when I had diarrhea while I was testing 
the Thickies diapers." To confirm this, I brought up Lotus 1-2-3 and 
opened the spreadsheet that I had used last summer for tracking my 
diaper usage during the testing of my Thickies diapers.
	"There it is," I said as I proudly pointed to the screen. "84.7 
ounces."
	As I examined the other entries from that day and the readings 
that had been recorded before diaper changes, I pooped a total of 133 
ounces. That's more than a full gallon! Jay thought this was pretty 
funny as I told him this.
	"So, you having fun so far?" I asked Jay.
	"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm so glad I finally got to go on my first 
sleepover."
	"We'll have lots more fun, I can guarantee that," I assured Jay. 
He smiled at me.
	Jay commented on how much more easily the poop flowed into the 
back of his diapers and how much more room there was back there. By the 
time we had read several stories we were all horny as hell and needed 
some relief.
	The three of us went into my bedroom and closed the door. Jay 
asked me to get on top of him and scoot my diapered butt back and forth 
across his front. As I did this I felt the shit squishing around inside 
my diapers. Tony watched and jacked himself off while he watched Jay 
and I go at it. It didn't take Jay long to come in his crapped-up 
diapers. His monitoring device picked up the emission of his semen as 
urine and it registered on the device. Jay mentioned he had a hard-on 
all night from wearing the thick diapers and seeing Tony and me walking 
around in our diapers. He added that he enjoyed the smell of our poop 
as well. Jay then sat on me and scooted his butt over my front and made 
me shoot my load. Tony had prolonged his jackoff session and he came at 
about the same time that I did. After this, Tony had me change him out 
of his wet and soiled diaper. Jay and I stayed in our dirty diapers.
	By this time we were getting tired and it was time for bed. Tony 
offered to let Jay sleep in my crib with me, but Jay relinquished this 
offer, stating that he didn't get to sleep in a bed of his own very 
much. With this, Jay opted for sleeping on a mat that was brought in 
for the third guest while Tony joined me in my crib. We stayed up for 
at least another hour, laughing, giggling, making jokes and talking 
about how wonderful diapers are, making our diapers wetter and wetter 
as the night passed, as did gas from our butts, stinking up my already 
poop-stenched bedroom. We kept this up until Mom and Dad came home and 
checked on us and told us to quiet down.
	While we were getting ourselves settled down to go to sleep, Jay 
set off the device again, this time after he emitted an especially 
long, gassy fart.
	This thing measures farts, too?" Jay said.
	"It's not supposed to," I said. "But sometimes it registers farts 
as poop when the poop in your diaper gets agitated and bubbles around 
over the sensor," I explained. "It doesn't register much, like maybe 
one or two tenths of an ounce. They're supposed to fix that problem in 
newer models, according to what I read in the club newsletter."
	"Yeah, they're calling it the 'flatch patch!'" Tony remarked with 
a laugh.
	"Flatch patch?" Jay inquired.
	"You know, flatch, as in flatulence!" I said.
	"I wonder how they test those things," Tony commented.
	"Beans, for starters," I said.
	"You mean farters," Tony said as he stuck his diapered butt into 
my face and cut a good slice of cheese, so I returned the favor to him 
with a fart of my own. A couple minutes later Jay farted again, and 
consequently, the diaper monitor went off again.
	"Man, if I keep farting I'm not going to sleep because of this 
thing," Jay commented. I got up and turned on my nightstand lamp and 
told Jay how to shut off the beeper. While the beeping stopped, the 
farting continued as the three of us managed to get to sleep.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 125
----------------------------

	I was so excited as I woke up Saturday morning and thought about 
the big D.B.A. meeting that we were going to have that day. I then 
looked over at my window and realized from the grayish hue in the sky 
and the lack of sunshine that the weather may not permit us to have the 
meeting outside. I lowered the gate on my crib and slowly got out, 
trying not to disturb either Tony or Cotton. Cotton meowed a "good 
morning" to me as I pulled the covers off of me. I examined my diapers 
as I always do and I momentarily entertained my morning wood that was 
brought on by the sight and smell of my own wet and poopy diapers. I 
then got out of my crib and walked (more like waddled) over to the 
window to confirm what I had thought I had seen, and then some. Not 
only was it cloudy, it was raining, a real downpour. The tree limbs 
were also swaying from a brisk wind.
	"Oh man," I thought to myself in disappointment. Rainy weather 
itself didn't bother me. In fact, I liked to see a good storm to break 
the monotony of the usual lack of precipitation that we got at this 
time of year, but today was a day when I needed to count on the weather 
to be dry and warm enough to be comfortable while wearing diapers 
outside. Even though we'd be covered by the gazebo, it was too cool and 
windy for us to hold the meeting and remain within our dress code. The 
only choice we had was to have the meeting in the house where everyone 
would hear us talk about diapers and shitting and pissing in them, 
denouncing the evils of forcible toilet training, etc. We needed some 
privacy for this.
	On my way out of my room I knelt down to check on Jay, who was 
sound asleep. He was lying on his back. I slowly pulled back the 
blankets and checked the readouts on his diaper monitor. He was up to 
38.7 ounces of pee and 17.3 ounces of poop. He could go awhile longer 
still, but would probably be changed before the meeting.
	I had a major hard-on that was desperately waiting to be tended 
to. I didn't want to wake Tony by getting back into my crib, so I lay 
on the floor away from Jay and started to jack off while thinking about 
seeing all the diaper boys at the meeting. I didn't produce a lot of 
cum as I usually don't when I masturbate in the morning, but at least 
it took the edge off at least until after the meeting.
	Mom was in the laundry room as I went out there to greet her.
	"Morning, Mom," I said as I yawned.
	"Morning, dear," Mom said as she tried in vain to pat down my 
hair that was sticking up. "Did you boys sleep?"
	"Of course we did," I said as I was coming out of my yawn.
	"It doesn't sound like it," Mom replied. She then pulled back the 
curtain covering the window that looked out to the back yard. The rain 
was still coming down steadily. I looked out to the gazebo and I could 
see that water was dripping off from the shingles. The floor boards 
were wet from the wind-blown rain.
	"Not a good day for your meeting, it looks like," Mom said.
	"I know," I said glumly. "I didn't count on it to rain."
	"Well, to be honest, neither did I," Mom said. "Usually your dad 
and I are home to watch the news, and if there had been rain in the 
forecast I would have told you. So, are you canceling the meeting?"
	"No way!" I said. "I've been looking forward to it all this 
time."
	"So then where are you boys going to meet?" Mom asked.
	"I was thinking about just meeting right here in the house, in 
the living room," I said with some reservation, knowing that Mom 
probably wouldn't want me having over a dozen stinky diapered boys in 
the house.
	"I'm not so sure about that," Mom said as I expected her to have 
some objections.
	"Why not?" I asked.
	"Well, how many of you boys are there going to be?" Mom asked.
	I stood there and counted out everyone who was expected to be 
there on my fingers.
	"Me, Tony, Jay, Derek, Steven, Luke, Nathan, Bryce, Aaron-- 
that's nine that I know of for sure," I started. "Then there might also 
be Josh, Todd, and Jimmy, and maybe his friends, too," I said. By this 
point I had run out of fingers.
	"I don't want a bunch of boys crowding in this house," Mom said. 
"Three of you is enough as it is."
	"It's not like there's going to be any competition for the 
bathroom, since we'll all be in diapers."
	"I'm pretty well sure of that," Mom said as she patted my bottom.
	"We usually have that many people here on Thanksgiving and 
Christmas, don't we?"
	"Yes, but that's different, honey, since those things are with 
family. I know how rowdy a bunch of boys will get when they get 
together," Mom said. "And I can only imagine what the living room will 
smell like after a dozen boys wearing poopy diapers have been sitting 
around in it all day."
	"We'll have the meeting out in the garage then," I said, deciding 
that this would help to overcome the privacy issue. "Will that work?"
	"Talk to your father," Mom said. "What were you guys going to do 
when it gets wintertime? You weren't going to have your meetings 
outside then, were you?"
	"No, we were probably going to have them in the house, but we 
just didn't think we'd have to come inside so soon."
	"Well, you'd better check with your father on that one," Mom 
said. With this, I went out to the garage where Dad was busy working on 
some project sawing boards with a power saw.
	"Mornin', Dad," I greeted him after he had shut off his saw so he 
could hear me.
	"Mornin', son," Dad said as he removed his safety goggles and 
wiped his brow. "Here, why don't you give me a hand with some of these 
boards."
	I helped Dad move a stack of several boards over the other side 
of the garage. As I lifted up my end of the stack more poop pushed out 
into the back of my already filled diapers. It wasn't easy to waddle 
and carry the boards in my diapers, either. Still, I figured it'd be 
best to be cooperative and help so that maybe Dad would let me have use 
of the garage for the meeting later today.
	"What are you working on?" I asked Dad.
	"I'm replacing some of the boards along the back fence where 
they've weathered and rotted," he said. "Figured I might as well get 
this much done inside while it's raining."
	"Oh," I said, feeling disappointed and uncertain whether or not 
I'd be able to hold the meeting. So, how long were you gonna be out 
here?" I asked Dad.
	"Pretty much most the morning, maybe early this afternoon. Why do 
you ask?"
	"Well, I was going to have all the boys over today for the 
meeting, and, well, it's raining and the wind's blowing, and Mom didn't 
want us all crowding in the house, so I thought maybe we could come out 
here."
	"Well, I really want to get this done, Chris, sorry, son. 
Couldn't you guys meet later in the day? Maybe the weather will clear 
up by then."
	"Yeah, maybe so," I said. In a last-ditch effort to butter up my 
dad in hopes of getting him to maybe change his mind I asked him if he 
needed any help with anything.
	"Nah, I'm fine, but thanks for asking," Dad said. I then went 
back into the house.
	"Dad said no, I take it," Mom said, judging from the look on my 
face.
	"Yehhhs," I moaned. Mom brushed some sawdust out of my blonde 
hair and off of my plastic pants where they covered my stomach. She 
then handed me a laundry basket full of my diapers.
	"I believe these are yours," Mom said.
	"I'd sure hope they're mine!" I said. "I'm the only one in this 
house who wears them."
	"There's another basket here on the floor for you, too," Mom said 
as she pointed to it. It, too, was piled high with diapers as well as 
Jay's underwear, which included the pairs I had worn home from his 
house yesterday.
	"Okay, I'll come back and get it," I said. As I carried the first 
basket through the living room I saw that Cindy was busy folding more 
of my diapers from the load that had been washed before.
	"Here, take these to your room and I'll start folding those," 
Cindy offered. I set the basket down in front of her and she told me to 
hold out my arms while she loaded them up with stacks of big, thick, 
white fluffy diapers. I couldn't even see where I was walking as I 
carried the huge stack of thick, freshly washed diapers that obscured 
my vision. I looked down at the floor and made it into my room watching 
where I stepped. Jay and Tony were still asleep as I entered. I quietly 
put my diapers away in my diaper cabinet. While doing this, I was 
distracted by seeing the green light flashing on the diaper monitor 
that Jay was wearing, proving that he was a genuine bedwetter as well 
as an incurable encopretic. It registered another 6.2 ounces of piss 
when I went over to Jay to check it. I then went out to the laundry 
room to grab the last basket of diapers and Jay's underpants and then I 
returned to my room.
	It was after 9:00 AM now and I figured we'd all better get our 
diapered butts going and figure out what the hell we should do to 
accommodate the other boys for the meeting. With the basket in my hand, 
I decided to dump my diapers and Jay's underpants on top of Tony to 
wake him up.
	"It's rain-ing, it's pour-ing, and Tony's still snor-ing!" I sang 
as the white undergarments cascaded down over Tony's face and burying 
him in a snow-like blanket of white cotton.
	"What the hell?" he mumbled as he woke up, clearing away the 
diapers and underwear from his face.
	"Time to get up," I said.
	Tony then sat up and looked at the clock.
	"Shit, I didn't think it was after 9:00 already."
	"That's why I woke you up," I said. "That way we can figure out 
what to do about the meeting."
	"What do you mean?" Tony asked. "We *are* having it, aren't we?"
	"I'm hoping we will," I said. "But look outside."
	I walked over to my window and pulled the curtains open to let 
Tony see what was out there.
	"Ahh, shit!" Tony exclaimed. "Of all the days for it to rain. So 
are we gonna meet in the house instead, or what?"
	"That's the problem," I said. "Mom doesn't want a bunch of us 
stinky diaper boys smelling up the house, and she says we'll be too 
rowdy. Besides, we need privacy anyway, so I thought about having the 
meeting in the garage, but my dad's gonna be out there all morning."
	"We could have it at my house," Tony suggested. "But my Mom might 
not want us there for the same reason."
	"Yeah, that, and your house is smaller," I said. "I doubt we 
could have it at Bryce's house, and I don't think Luke's and Nathan's 
parents would want it there, either."
	I leaned on the rail of my crib and then said, "I know! I'll call 
Aaron!"
	"Good idea," Tony said. At this point we realized that Jay was 
still asleep, so we both started tossing his underpants to him. Tony 
and I each took turns as we threw one pair of underpants at a time. By 
the time I had thrown the fifth pair Jay was waking up.
	"Rise and shine!" I said as Tony and I started bombarding Jay 
with his underpants. The extra weight in the triple-layered seats gave 
Jay's underpants better projectile properties.
	"Hey!" Jay mumbled as he tried to deflect the barrage of briefs 
that were pummeling his face. There was underwear all over him by the 
time we were done. He then started throwing them back at us, and then 
we were suddenly involved in a fun little "diaper fight." Tony and I 
then got out the heavy artillery and threw my Thickies diapers at Jay. 
In spite of the fact that he was outnumbered two to one, he was sending 
diapers and underwear back at us almost as rapidly as Tony and I were 
throwing them at Jay. He smacked me right in the face with a Thickies 
diaper. It was amazing how much velocity a thick diaper that's been 
hurled at you can carry.
	"There! How's that for waking you up?" I asked Jay as the diaper-
tossing fight settled down.
	"Well, it woke me up, that's for sure," Jay spoke in a groggy 
voice.
	"That was more fun than a pillow fight!" Tony commented.
	"Did you sleep okay?" I asked Jay, thinking we had disturbed his 
sleep too early.
	"Yeah, it was a bit different than what I'm used to, but at least 
I didn't have to share a bed with my sister for once, or go sleep on 
the couch."
	"How's your diapers?" I asked.
	"Wet and poopy," he said as he looked down at his bulging crotch 
and rubbed it with his hands repeatedly. I noticed that he kept staring 
for awhile, probably enjoying the sight of several thick cloth diapers 
packed in between his legs.
	"These diapers sure do work better than my underwear," Jay said 
as he picked up one of his briefs. "But I'll probably still have to 
wear a bunch of these since my Mom won't be able to buy me real diapers 
and she gets these for free, anyway."
	"Who knows, maybe we can try to help out with that," I said. 
"Maybe we can all pool our money together and buy you some diapers for 
Christmas."
	"That'd be nice," Jay said. He then looked down at the diaper 
monitor device and had me check the various readings for him.
	"Whoa," I said as I looked at the reading for how much Jay had 
pooped into his diapers. It read 31.5 ounces for the total amount he 
had pooped.
	"Either you farted a lot and it was racking up false readings, or 
you took a major shit."
	"I took a major shit," Jay said. I went through the individual 
readings that the device recorded. Many of these were false recordings 
which I presume came from farts, which added at least an ounce to the 
total. Jay's big poop registered at about 12:20 AM, which was about the 
time we were all settling down to go to sleep. It showed 18.1 ounces.
	"That thing's pretty neat," Jay said.
	"I know," I said. "Every time I get diarrhea I like to wear it to 
see how much I shit between diaper changes. I'm hoping to break my 
record. I can't wait to see how it poop it will register after I eat on 
Thanksgiving."
	Jay then looked outside and noticed that it was raining.
	"Oh no," Jay said. "It's raining and we're not gonna be able to 
have our meeting outside."
	"Don't worry," I said. "I'm gonna call Aaron and ask him if he'd 
mind having the meeting at his house."
	"Why not here?" Jay asked. "Why don't we just meet out in the 
front room?"
	"My Mom doesn't want us all in the house together," I said. "It 
may be more fun to have it at Aaron's house, anyway. His sister Diane 
is really cool and she just loves to diaper Aaron up. I'm sure you'll 
like her. She's like how my sisters were when they first started 
diapering me, but then Lisa stopped doing it and I'm starting to think 
that Cindy may someday not want to diaper me anymore, either."
	"I betcha you got a hard on," Tony said to Jay. Tony was 
entertaining his own dick and rubbing his diapered front, so it was 
pretty obvious he had a hard-on, too.
	"Yeah, I do," Jay replied with an awkward smile.
	"We'd be worried if you didn't," I said, "seeing us diapered boys 
romping around and all."
	"Do you need some 'help' with it?" Tony asked Jay, figuring he'd 
pick up on what he meant with his emphasis on the word "help."
	"Uhh, sure," Jay said. "Which one of you wants to do it?"
	"I'm sure we both do," Tony said.
	"Actually, I just spent my load a few minutes ago," I said. "So 
you can have the honors this time."
	Tony then positioned himself on top of Jay's diapered front with 
his butt facing Jay. He had to move the diaper monitor out of the way 
first. Upon doing this, Tony scooted his butt closer to Jay's face and 
then began rubbing Jay's frontal area and massaging it.
	"How's that?" Tony asked.
	"It feels good," Jay smiled. My dick was getting hard again from 
watching Tony rub Jay's diapers, using his diapered butt as a visual 
stimulus for Jay. The crinkling of Tony's diaper made this even more 
arousing.
	Suddenly Cindy came into my room with her arms full of another 
big stack of diapers. The door had been closed, but not all the way, so 
we had no warning as Cindy pushed the door open as she walked in. Tony 
suddenly stopped upon realizing that our privacy had been invaded.
	"Here guys," Cindy said as she set the stack of diapers down on 
the floor before us. "Have some diapers!"
	"Thanks," I said. Cindy looked at Tony, who was frozen in the 
compromising position that he was in as he sat on Jay's chest. Cindy 
gave both of them a knowing smile and didn't say a word. She then 
looked around at all the diapers and underwear strewn about the room.
	"What happened here?" Cindy asked. "Did a cyclone come through or 
something?"
	"No, we got in a diaper fight," I said.
	"A diaper fight?" Cindy inquired.
	"Yeah, we were throwing diapers and underwear back and forth at 
each other."
	"I don't put anything past you boys when it comes to diapers," 
Cindy said as she rolled her eyes. She then started picking up the mess 
we had made and asked us to help her.
	"Phew!" Cindy said as she caught a whiff of our collective diaper 
odors. "I'd say some diaper changing is in order around here!"
	"It is," I said.
	"Now to choose which of you is first," Cindy said. "I'll change 
whoever's the poopiest."
	"I am!" I said.
	"I think I am, and I have proof, too," Jay said as he pointed to 
the diaper monitor he was wearing. Cindy looked at the readout for the 
amount of fecal discharge the device recorded.
	"That's quite a bit of poop, Jay, but you're nowhere near Chris' 
record," Cindy said. "Oh well, maybe you'll get diarrhea next time you 
sleep over. I'd like to see one of you boys break a hundred ounces 
without a diaper change."
	"So which of us are you gonna change first?" Jay asked.
	"I usually change Chris' guests first," Cindy said. "So it's 
between Jay and Tony."
	"Is it all right if I take a shower first?" Tony asked.
	"Sure," Cindy said.
	"We need to take showers, too," I added.
	"Okay, then let Tony take his shower first, since I'm going to be 
awhile taking you guys' diapers off," Cindy said. With this, Tony kept 
his soiled diaper on and took one of his clean disposable diapers with 
him and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Cindy proceeded to remove 
Jay's diapers first.
	"How did you like your first night in real diapers?" Cindy asked 
him. Jay was blushing, too embarrassed to answer this question honestly 
to a girl.
	"You liked them, I can tell," Cindy said to him with a smile.
	"They do work better than underwear, I'll admit," Jay told her.
	"Maybe your mom can buy you some real diapers," Cindy said to 
Jay.
	"It'd be nice if she could, but what she uses on me now works, 
too."
	"Well, you're getting some real diapers for today," Cindy said. 
"We just washed a whole bunch of them this morning."
	Cindy spent several minutes taking all the pins out of Jay's 
diapers. While she was doing this I was busy gathering up the rest of 
the diapers and putting them away along with the diapers that Cindy had 
brought in. I also piled up Jay's underpants. While doing this I kept 
watching Cindy undo Jay's thick diapers. His diaper monitor wasn't 
lying when it registered over thirty ounces of poop. This wasn't 
diarrhea that soaked into the diapers, this was solid poop that mostly 
stayed on the surface and there was lots of it. His hard dick stood 
straight up, appearing as a shaft of pink amid a sea of brown shit that 
caked his nuts and his crotch. I could even see it pulsating in rhythm 
to his heart beat.
	"I'd say a shower is in order for you, Jay," Cindy said. She then 
handed Jay three pairs of his underwear and told him to wear them on 
the way into the bathroom so that he wouldn't leave a trail of poop.
	Cindy then proceeded to undiaper me. Jay scooted to the side and 
slipped on his underpants and watched Cindy take off my diapers. With 
only three pairs of underwear on I could see Jay's hard-on trying to 
pierce through his fly fronts. I knew that he had to have been wanting 
to come in the worst way after Cindy had barged in on us just before he 
was ready to climax.
	"You left a pretty good load, too," Cindy said as she remarked on 
how much poop I deposited in my diapers. "Must have been all that pizza 
you boys ate last night. How many slices did you have last night, 
anyway?"
	"I think four or five," I said. "Might have been six."
	"I only had three, and those were big slices, too," Cindy said.
	"Did the pizza make you poop a lot, too?" I asked Cindy.
	"Uhh, excuse me, Chris? I don't talk about how much I poop like 
you do," Cindy retorted.
	"I used to think girls didn't even poop, you know," I said.
	"Me and Lisa didn't poop in our underwear like you always did, so 
there was no reason to talk about it. That's why we always talked about 
you and your poop accidents, Chris. What else was there to talk about?"
	"That's all my sisters ever say about me," Jay said. "It's kind 
of hard for them to say anything else about me when every time they 
look at me they see all my thick white underwear on my butt all the 
time."
	"That's the way it's been around here, too," Cindy said. "I mean, 
you can't just look at Chris and ignore the fact that he's got 
*diapers* on, especially with how big and thick he wears them!"
	Cindy then handed me three pairs of Jay's underwear and suggested 
that I also wear them on my way to the bathroom. It then occurred to 
Cindy that perhaps it would be a good idea for me to have a few pairs 
of underwear handy so that I could wear them into the bathroom on my 
way to the shower. She asked Jay if we could keep some of his underwear 
here for this purpose.
	"Sure," he said. "My sisters are making me up a bunch of new 
pairs this weekend. Well, new to me, anyway."
	"I don't know why I didn't think of this before," Cindy said. 
"Maybe it's because I don't think of my brother ever wearing regular 
underwear anymore."
	At this point Cindy left the room with two large diaper pails 
each filled with the results of mine and Jay's diaper changes. I then 
slipped on the three pairs of briefs to contain my poop while going to 
the shower.
	"Your sister Cindy sounds like she still enjoys changing your 
diapers," Jay commented.
	"She does," I said. "And maybe she'll be like Diane, Aaron's 
sister, but I have a feeling that she may stop wanting to do it like 
Lisa did."
	"When did Lisa stop diapering you?" Jay asked.
	"Right around when she turned sixteen last May," I replied.
	"Jolene's eighteen and she still likes to make three-butted 
underwear for me and likes to remind me of how much I poop in my 
underwear all the time."
	"Lisa still likes to tease me about wearing diapers, too," I 
said. "She just doesn't change me very often anymore."
	It occurred to me that Tony had been in the shower for awhile. I 
figured he needed to relieve his sexual tension after Cindy came into 
my room and crashed the party, so to speak. I didn't hear any water 
running, so I figured perhaps he was re-diapering himself. At this time 
he came back into my room wearing a fresh, clean diaper. He had his 
soiled diaper wadded up. He tossed it across my room and into the one 
empty diaper pail that remained.
	"Okay, I'm done," Tony said as he reached for his shirt and put 
it on.
	"Took you long enough," I said.
	"I had to take care of some-- 'business'-- you know," he said 
with a pregnant pause before the word "business."
	"I figured as much," I said. "Especially after Cindy came in like 
that."
	"I know, I was so close to coming, too," he said. "You should try 
it without diapers on sometime."
	"Every time I think about doing it, I always decide to save it 
for my diapers since my diapers are mostly the reason I do it in the 
first place."
	"You got a point there," Tony said. He then asked me why I was 
wearing Jay's underwear. He noticed that Jay had on underwear, too, but 
only three pairs.
	"This is why," I said as I turned around and let Tony see the 
poopy mess. I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like back 
there. The nine layers from the triple-seats of the three pairs I had 
on accented my butt rather nicely, and there was no visible sign of all 
the poop that was underneath the seemingly clean white fabric. In spite 
of its short-term function, three pairs of underwear was hardly 
adequate to serve as a diaper, even if only to poop in. I then pulled 
up my shirt and pulled down my waistbands partway to let Tony see my 
shit-filthy buttocks. The mess went up a couple inches on my back and 
it came up high enough to show above the waistbands since the poop had 
risen above this level while I had diapers on.
	"Cindy's going to have me wear underwear while I go into the 
shower so that I don't leave poop droplets on the way."
	"Good idea," Tony said. "I'm surprised she didn't think of that 
before."
	"Sometimes she'd tell me to hold a diaper between my legs while 
walking, but this didn't always work so well," I said.
	Cindy then came back to my room and said, "you boys better hurry 
up. Breakfast is going to be ready soon."
	"Okay," I said to Cindy.
	"And Mom says don't use up all the hot water. Lisa still needs to 
take her shower and get ready for work."
	"Take your shirt off, Jay, let's go," I said to him.
	"Which of us is going first?" he asked.
	"Both of us are," I replied.
	"You mean, you want us to shower together?"
	"Sure," I said. "Tony and I do it all the time, besides, it will 
save water and Lisa will still get her hot shower."
	Jay followed me into the bathroom. He started taking his 
underwear off, but I told him to leave it on.
	"Why?" he asked.
	"Because you might still dribble poop on the floor, and besides, 
I want to feel what it's like to wear wet underwear in the shower."
	I turned on the water and ran it just a tad cooler than normal. I 
asked Jay if the temperature was alright and he said it was fine.
	I offered to wash Jay's back while we were sharing the shower 
stall. While I scrubbed his shoulders I looked down at his underpants. 
His poop was diluted with the shower water and streams of brown water 
were dribbling from in between his legs. It had soaked through his 
briefs and they were stained from the watery poop. I asked Jay if I 
could take them off and he said to go ahead.
	"I'm liking this," Jay said, which I was very pleased to hear. He 
seemed contented as I grabbed an old washrag that was reserved solely 
for me to use on my poopy butt in the shower and it had the stains to 
mark it as such. I knelt down and cleaned the poop off of Jay's butt. 
Pieces of excrement dropped from his behind and fell onto the bunched-
together underpants that were behind him at his feet soaking up the 
shit-tainted water. I ran the cloth up and down his butt crack several 
times until he was all clean back there. I knelt down to where I could 
see beneath his crotch and, as expected, I saw a very excited and erect 
penis. I stopped for a moment.
	"Keep going," Jay said. Obedient to his request, I repeated the 
same action that I was doing before, only this time without the 
washcloth. I stuck my bare hand into his crevice and pushed it in and 
out repeatedly.
	"Okay, that's enough," Jay said.
	"I'm sorry, I hope that didn't hurt," I said.
	"No, but I want to take my turn now," he said. With this we 
exchanged positions. Jay lathered up my back and my shoulders and 
worked his way down. He giggled at the sight of wet poop squishing 
around in the seat of the underpants I had on. He pulled these down and 
they joined the pairs that Jay had on. He cleansed my butt thoroughly, 
first with the washcloth and then without. My dick was at full erection 
again. I still needed to let myself recharge for the after-meeting fun 
that I was anticipating later on, so I had to be careful to not let 
myself go too soon.
	I then turned the shower off so that we wouldn't use up all the 
hot water. I started to step out when Jay stopped me.
	"What?" I asked. He hemmed and hawed and stammered, and then 
said, "oh, never mind."
	I knew what Jay was thinking, and I couldn't blame him for what 
he was thinking after he scrubbed my butt clean and was looking at my 
inviting cavern and feeling my wet, slick cheeks.
	"Are you a virgin?" he asked me.
	"No, I'm not," I said. "Why do you ask?"
	"Well, uhh, you see, I just was wondering," Jay answered 
nervously. I knew what he was getting at, and I didn't want this 
opportunity to slip past him since I knew he was very eager to 
experiment with these strong feelings.
	"I know how you feel," I said. "Your first experience can be very 
awkward."
	"Well, I haven't ever, you know, done anything like that," he 
said.
	"Is there a reason you're talking about this right here, while 
both of us are naked in the shower?"
	"Yeah," he said. With this I bent over and grabbed onto the sides 
of the tub and said, "I'm all yours, buddy."
	Jay was hesitant at first to proceed as I patiently awaited his 
next move. He was trembling as he was about to make contact.
	"Just relax," I said. "There aren't any teeth in there." This 
made Jay chuckle a bit and it eased his tension a little. He then 
proceeded with his advances. His wasn't as big as Tony's, but I could 
feel it nonetheless. He then starting thrusting himself back and forth. 
He was breathing hard and moaning.
	"Shhh," I told him. He tried as hard as he could to keep quiet. 
It wasn't long before he was at the point of ejaculating. He stayed 
inside until he had exhausted himself and then pulled out. He sat down 
in the tub with his reddened, swollen member still protruding from his 
crotch.
	"You alright?" I asked him.
	"Yeah," he said. "Man, that was great!"
	"It always is. Especially after the first time," I said.
	"It was even better than I expected," he said.
	Jay looked at my hard dick and he asked me if he could return the 
favor. At this point I couldn't resist. At first I thought he was going 
to get up and position himself the same way, but instead he got up on 
his knees and asked me to come closer, facing him. Again, he was 
hesitant to make his move, but once he did it he was more at ease. In 
spite of my wishes to save myself until after the meeting, I yielded to 
my primal urges and let Jay do the job.
	"Thanks," I said to Jay as he wiped his mouth.
	"Thanks, I had fun, too," he said. He then asked me if I had ever 
done this with Tony before.
	"Yeah, a few times," I said. Jay didn't seem too surprised to 
hear this. He was relieved to know he wasn't the only boy who had done 
it with another boy.
	"So, does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" Jay asked.
	"Depends on how you look at it," I said. "While Tony and I have 
experimented a few times, I didn't really consider myself to lose my 
virginity until I did it with Megan."
	"You mean, you've done it with a girl?" Jay asked me 
incredulously.
	"Yeah," I answered. "You sound surprised."
	"Well, I just thought that you were, you know..." Jay couldn't 
continue at this point.
	"Gay?" I said, knowing this was what he was wanting to way.
	"Yeah," Jay replied quietly. "I'm sorry that I thought you might 
be gay."
	"No need to be sorry," I told Jay as I put my arm around him to 
comfort him. "A lot of people think I am gay because I'm so obsessed 
with boys and diapers. I like girls, too, not in diapers of course and 
not that I know any girls who wear diapers anyway, but I like it when 
they're doing the diapering on the boys."
	"So, you're not gay?" Jay asked me.
	"I dunno," I said. "I like boys who wear diapers, but I also like 
girls, who are, well, just girls, especially when they're naked or 
scantily clad in bikinis or thongs. Maybe I'm bisexual."
	"So if I didn't wear diapers you wouldn't have done that?" Jay 
asked me.
	"To be honest, probably not," I said. "I have to know that the 
boy usually has diapers on his butt before I do that sort of thing. 
With girls, it's just their butts, no diapers."
	"So, is it any different with a girl than it is with a boy?" Jay 
asked.
	"From the way boys do it with each other, not really, but you do 
have more choices when it comes to a girl's body," I said. "And there 
is the risk of pregnancy."
	After a moment of dead silence, I asked Jay if there was a girl 
he liked or something.
	"No," Jay said. "I just was wondering if you have to do it with a 
girl to lose your virginity, so I'm wondering if I am still a virgin."
	"Here's how I look at it," I said. "If you're straight, you're a 
virgin until you fuck a girl. If you're gay, you're a virgin until you 
fuck a boy. If you're bi, you're a virgin until you've fucked both a 
girl and a boy."
	"Then I'm no longer a virgin," Jay said.
	"How do you figure?" I asked Jay. There was a long pause as we 
looked into each other's eyes. Jay then finally spoke.
	"Because I'm gay," he said.
	"How sure are you of that?" I asked him.
	"Pretty sure," he replied.
	"What do you think of when you look at girls?" I asked him.
	"If it's my sisters, I look at them wearing pants and I am 
reminded of the fact that they don't have to wear a thick bunch of 
underpants like I do."
	"Do you like thinking about that?" I asked him.
	"I do now, after meeting you," Jay said. "It makes me feel good 
about being a boy."
	"But what do you think about when you look at girls at school?"
	"That they're girls, and none of them poop their pants, because 
my sisters have made me think that girls don't do this."
	"Your sisters and my sisters are probably right, as far as I 
know," I said. "I'm not about to set out on a mission to try to prove 
them wrong, though."
	"So, if you had a choice between a boy who wears diapers and 
poops in them, and a girl, which would you rather be with?" Jay asked 
me.
	"Put it this way, Jay. I never feel guilty after doing something 
with Tony, or you, but I think I'll stay away from girls for awhile."
	Jay seemed to be reassured by hearing this, as he further 
revealed the nature of his sexuality.
	"Not only am I gay, but I like to look at other boys at school 
and think of all of them as being pants-poopers like me," he said. 
"Just boys alone aren't enough, to say nothing of girls."
	"Well, Jay my buddy, you're in good company in our group," I said 
as I put my arm around him again. "Everyone in the D.B.A. club is a 
boy, and every boy in the club poops in his diapers."
	"Are any of the boys in the club gay that you know of?" Jay 
asked.
	"As a matter of fact, I do," I said.
	"Who's that?"
	"Tony," I answered. "Come on, let's go get diapered and we'll 
talk about it some more after we have breakfast."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 126
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	Jay and I toweled each other off and then we gathered up the 
poop-soiled underpants that we wore into the bathroom. Jay hesitated as 
I was about to open the bathroom door since we were both naked.
	"Can I get a towel first?" Jay asked me.
	"What for? Cindy's going to see you naked, anyway." I replied.
	"I know, but still, I'm just a little shy about your sisters 
seeing me without clothes on."
	"Oh come on," I said. "It won't be for very long, and it's not 
like we're exactly going to be 'dressed', per se, anyway."
	I proceeded to open the bathroom door and walk out into the 
hallway naked. Jay cautiously followed me, holding his wadded-up wet 
briefs over his privates. Lisa came marching down the hallway upon 
hearing the bathroom door open.
	"About time," she said. "I have to be to work at 11:00, you 
know."
	"Sorry," I said as she looked down at my dangling dick and the 
bunch of wet underwear that I was holding. The fact that I hadn't 
covered myself up didn't seem to matter to her this time.
	"Phew. it stinks in here!" Lisa complained.
	"Then take a shit and it will smell better," I responded to Lisa.
	"Excuse me?" she said.
	"Ever notice how your own shit never smells as bad as anyone 
else's?"
	Lisa didn't say anything as she shut the door and turned on the 
fart fan in hopes of making the air in the bathroom more tolerable for 
her.
	I went down the hall to holler for Cindy to come diaper Jay and 
me.
	"Be right there!" she said. Tony had been out in the front room 
either playing games on the computer or reading my diaper stories. My 
bet would be on the latter of the two possibilities. The three of us 
filed back into my room. Just as I was going in Lisa came back out of 
the bathroom and said, "forget it, it smells too bad in there!"
	"What?" I said dumbfoundedly. "You changed my diapers every day 
for over three years, so why does it bother you now to smell my poop?"
	"I'm just not used to it anymore, I don't know," Lisa said. 
"That's why you boys are supposed to take your showers the night 
before, that way the smell can dissipate before us toilet-users in the 
house take our showers the next day."
	"You're always welcome to still diaper me, you know," I said to 
Lisa.
	"Well Chris, I think you've gotten to an age where I think you 
should start thinking about changing your own diapers now. I'm sixteen 
now, you've reach puberty, and because of that I just don't feel that 
it's appropriate for me to be handing things such as changing my 
twelve-year-old brother's diapers."
	"Look at Diane, Aaron's sister. She's sixteen and she still likes 
to diaper him up."
	"He's only ten, right?" Lisa said.
	"Yeah," I said. "So, is it more the fact that you think I'm 
getting too old for having my sisters diaper me?"
	"Yeah, pretty much," Lisa said. "Face it, Chris, you won't always 
be a little boy."
	"But I'll always be your little brother," I said as Lisa 
retreated to her bedroom. At this time Cindy came down the hall ready 
to diaper us.
	"Let's hurry, guys," Cindy said. "Get your butts on the changing 
table, breakfast is ready."
	With this, Jay and I each prepared to get diapered. Cindy asked 
Tony if he would mind diapering one of us.
	"Not at all," he said. "Be glad to help."
	"Thanks, this will speed things up," Cindy said.
	Tony opted to diaper Jay while Cindy elected to diaper her little 
brother once again. I got up on my changing table while Tony diapered 
Jay on my bedroom floor.
	"So, what kinds of things do you boys have planned for your 
diaper club meeting?" Cindy asked me.
	"Oh, let's see, we'll talk about the evils of forced toilet 
training, we'll vote on some issues."
	"Issues? You guys have issues?" Cindy interrupted.
	"Yeah, basically we want to loosen up the membership 
requirements," I said. "A lot of boys would like to join the club, but 
they can't since they're not 24/7, and then some can't afford the dues 
each month."
	"So, the dozen or so boys that you're expecting at the meeting 
isn't enough?" Cindy said.
	"The more, the merrier," I said.
	I watched Tony diapering Jay. I could tell that Jay wanted to 
talk to him about being gay, but didn't want to bring it up with Cindy 
in the room.
	"Make 'em really thick," I told Cindy. "This is for the meeting, 
you know."
	"Don't worry, little brother. Have my diaperings ever 
disappointed you?"
	"No," I answered, and I must say that I was right in that Cindy 
never failed to make my diapers very thick and tight. "I just hope 
you'll be diapering me awhile longer."
	"Why do you say that?" Cindy asked me.
	"I was talking to Lisa about why she doesn't change my diapers 
anymore. She says I should start doing my own diaper changes."
	"You're not always going to have your sisters wiping your balls 
and butt every day, you know," Cindy said.
	"So how much longer do you think you'll change my diapers?" I 
asked Cindy.
	"I'll let you decide that," Cindy said. "I'm sure the time will 
come when you'll want to start handling your own diapers."
	I felt better knowing that Cindy didn't have the same feelings 
about changing my diapers as Lisa was getting. Nothing more was said of 
this and Cindy proceeded to diaper me up very abundantly. She then 
stopped and told me to get a shirt on so that she could pin my diapers 
to the shirt. Cindy knew that I would want to be at the meeting dressed 
like this to impress all the other boys.
	"Wait, let me get my club T-shirt," I said.
	"Club T-shirt?" Cindy inquired.
	"Yeah, the official D.B.A. club T-shirts came this week," I said. 
I got up and went over to my desk and reached underneath it to retrieve 
the box that contained the T-shirts. I pulled out one that was in my 
size.
	"Hey, get my shirt, too," Tony requested. I asked him which size 
he ordered and then I located one for him and then tossed it to him. I 
removed the plastic wrapping from the shirt and unfolded it. It wasn't 
an ordinary T-shirt. It was cut shorter than most shirts, and the 
shirttail was reinforced with extra bands of material. It was a white 
T-shirt, which would compliment the white diapers nicely. They also had 
a royal blue reinforcement around the neck and the sleeves. The front 
was prominently emblazoned with the large D.B.A. logo that was screen 
printed on. The back of the shirt said "I proudly wear THICKIES 
diapers!" using the Thickies logo, of course.
	"What kind of shirt is that?" Cindy asked as she noted the 
unusual design.
	"A diaper shirt," I said. I showed her the card that was enclosed 
with each shirt, which explained the design and provided washing 
instructions. The shorter cut was intended to allow the diapers to be 
exposed in their entirety and were intended to be worn with Thickies 
diapers since they have a higher rise than most conventional diapers. 
The card stated that wearing other kinds of diapers with it would leave 
bare skin exposed and would not allow for shirt-pinning, which the 
information went on to explain the purpose of the reinforced fabric 
running around the shirttail.
	"They thought of everything, didn't they?" I commented as I 
slipped the shirt on. It only came down about an inch below the top of 
my Thickies diapers. Without diapers on my entire tummy would have been 
showing. Cindy then proceeded to insert a dense ring of safety pins 
into the shirt and fastened them to my diapers. They were about a half 
inch to an inch apart at the most with a higher concentration in the 
rear.
	"Do you have an extra shirt for me?" Jay asked, seeing that he 
wanted to wear one of them.
	"Sorry, but they only sent enough of them for the existing 
members," I said. "Once you become a member they'll send you a shirt."
	"Okay," Jay said as he put his own shirt back on. He asked Tony 
to pin his shirt to his diapers. As Cindy had finished diapering me, 
she helped Tony finish with Jay's diapering. I slipped on two pairs of 
plastic pants and then watched Jay get locked into his diapers. He was 
impressed by the way the pins tugged at his shirt.
	Jay then looked at the diaper monitoring device that he had worn 
last night, and, as an afterthought, asked if he could wear it again 
today.
	"Uhh, Jay, I really hope you don't expect any of us to take out 
all those pins and take off all those diapers just so you can wear the 
diaper meter thingie," Cindy said delicately.
	"Okay," Jay said, understanding how long it would take to undo 
the massive diapering he had just received.
	"Besides, we kind of like to keep it a mystery with how much we 
all pee and poop in our diapers at the meetings," I said. "I like to 
keep people guessing with all the thick diapers that I wear."
	With Jay and myself heavily diapered up for the day, we waddled 
out to the kitchen and took our places at the table, where Mom served 
us all some eggs, pancakes, toast and orange juice, As I expected, the 
orange juice was served to the three of us boys in baby bottles, this 
being Cindy's idea. Jay didn't seem to mind using the baby bottle in 
front of my mom and my sisters.
	While we were busy eating, Lisa came out from her room with her 
work uniform on. She noticed the short shirt that I had on, seeing that 
the band of diaper pins running around me body was positioned several 
inches over my waistline.
	"Nice shirt," Lisa said. "Where did you get it?"
	"From the club," I said. I then stood up and turned around to let 
Lisa see how the purposely short shirt barely went down over the top of 
my diapers.
	"Leave it to your diaper club to do something like that," Lisa 
said. "I was expecting to see a houseful of poopy-butt boys by now."
	"They're coming, just you wait," I said to Lisa.
	"I'll probably be at work by then," Lisa groaned. She didn't like 
working weekend shifts, though Saturday afternoons were a lot slower 
than the evenings, she indicated.
	"Didn't you shower, honey?" Mom said to her.
	"No, the boys got to it first," Lisa said. "You know what that 
means." Lisa plugged her nose as a gesture to indicate what she was 
implying.
	"I'm sure the smell has dissipated by now," Mom said.
	"Yeah, but it's too late," Lisa said.
	"You have 45 minutes still," Mom said. Lisa took a whiff of her 
armpit and just said, "I think I'll be okay. I'm going to come home 
smelling like pizza anyway."
	"You probably smell like Teen Spirit now, huh?" I said, referring 
to the song by Nirvana that came out a couple years ago.
	"Ha, ha, ha," Lisa said, delivering a fake laugh. "Better than 
smelling like baby powder."
	"That's the best smell there is, I think," I said. Tony agreed 
with me on that one. Jay wasn't used to having it sprinkled onto his 
nuts, but he, too, agreed that it was a pleasant smell.
	At this time I realized that I hadn't called Aaron yet to ask him 
about having the meeting at his house instead and said, "oh shit!"
	"What's 'oh shit?'" Mom asked me, implying that she didn't like 
me using that word.
	"Ahh come on, Mom, I'm twelve years old," I said.
	"Lisa's sixteen, and I don't like her using that word, either," 
Mom said.
	"Okay, then oh poop, oh crap, oh turds, oh stools, oh feces, oh 
excrement, oh dung," I said, going through my mental thesaurus on 
synonyms for the word "shit."
	"Are any of those okay?"
	"I get the point, Chris," Mom said, trying to dismiss the 
subject. "What's the matter, anyway?"
	"I forgot to call Aaron," I said as I got up and picked up the 
phone to place the call. Diane answered.
	"So, what's up, diaper boy?" she asked in a flirtatious sort of 
way.
	"Well, last I checked, the ceiling, the sky, and the clouds," I 
replied.
	"You smart-ass," Diane replied. "A diapered ass of course, but a 
smart-ass. I bet you that's not the only thing that's 'up', since I 
know how you boys react to wearing diapers."
	I let out a light, somewhat embarrassed chuckle as Diane said 
this.
	"Did you want to talk to Aaron?" Diane asked.
	"Actually, I need to talk to you," I said.
	"You want to talk to me?" Diane said.
	"Well, I could try farting to you in Morse code if you'd rather I 
do that," I said, making Diane laugh.
	"Nahh, your sisters may not like how the phone would smell 
afterwards if you did that."
	"Smell? I got a dozen diapers on!" I said.
	"Really? What a surprise!" Diane exclaimed sarcastically. "So, 
what did you need to talk to me about?"
	"I need to find out if we can have the meeting at your house 
instead."
	"Sure," Diane said, gleefully welcoming the presence of possibly 
over a dozen boys with shit-filled diapers smelling up the place. "But 
why can't you have it at your house?"
	I explained everything to Diane about the rain and how Mom didn't 
want all of us crowding into the house all at once.
	"We have a big living room, you know," Diane said. "And my 
parents are both working at the photo shop today, so we have the house 
to ourselves all day."
	"Great!" I said. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you one more 
favor."
	"Not at all," Diane said.
	"Could you pick us all up from here and take us to your place?"
	"How many of you are there?" Diane asked.
	"Seven for sure," I said. "They know to be here by 11:00. There 
may be a couple more."
	"Well, good thing for you guys that we put the shell back on the 
back of the pickup," Diane said. "You guys would be stuck riding in the 
rain otherwise. Not that you boys aren't already used to being wet, if 
you know what I mean."
	I agreed with Diane as I let out a little chuckle. I then asked 
her if she would go ahead and pick us up. To this she said, "no 
problem."
	"Thanks," I said as I hung up the phone. I told Tony and Jay 
about Diane picking us up and taking us all to the meeting.
	After Jay and Tony finished their breakfast we went over to the 
computer to pass some time. We sat together and read the latest story 
that I had been working on, hoping to submit it to the club newsletter, 
along with a suggestion that they offer for sale stories written by its 
members.
	"That's a great idea!" Tony said. "I know you already have lots 
of stories that you could submit."
	"Yeah, but I'd probably have to go back through them and revise 
them. Some of them are too short, and some are just brain farts that I 
thought of one night and then never got back to."
	"So finish them up and maybe someday you'll be like the Stephen 
King of diaper stories or something," Tony remarked.
	"I doubt that," I said. "No bookstore would ever carry stories 
like mine."
	"Yeah, probably not, but it's fun to think about anyway," I said 
with a smile.
	A couple minutes later Jay asked Tony if they could talk for a 
moment in my room. I knew what Jay wanted to talk about. I asked if I 
was welcome to join them.
	"Of course," Jay said. "I don't think any of us should ever keep 
secrets from each other."
	"How right you are," I told Jay. With this, we went into my 
bedroom and sat in a circle on the floor.
	"So what did you want to talk about?" Tony asked, wondering what 
Jay was getting at.
	"I haven't told anyone this except for Chris," Jay started. "I'm 
gay."
	"That's cool," Tony said. "Did Chris tell you that I'm gay?"
	"Oh yeah, he did," Jay replied.
	"I noticed you guys were in the shower for awhile," Tony said. "I 
was wondering what might have been going on in there."
	"Well, what you were wondering we did is what we did," I said to 
Tony. "I hope you're not jealous."
	"Nahh, not at all," Tony said as he waved his hand to dispel any 
notions that I may have had otherwise.
	"I lost my virginity to Chris," Jay said.
	"So did I," Tony said. "Chris didn't consider himself to have 
lost his until he did it with Megan."
	"Chris was telling me that," Jay said.
	The three of us talked about diapers and boys and how this 
related to sexuality for a few minutes. We had a completely open 
discussion and it felt good to bring Jay into these things that Tony 
and I had kept to ourselves for so long. Jay felt good to know that he 
had earned our trust and that we had earned his.
	A moment later the doorbell rang. I figured it would be at least 
one of the expected guests for the meeting. It turned out to be Derek 
and his brother Steven. Derek was carrying two plastic grocery bags 
that were each packed full of diapers for their diaper changes. In 
fact, Derek's bag had become torn from the volume of diapers that he or 
perhaps Jennie had packed into it.
	Both Derek and Steven were wearing jackets that were dripping 
wet, even though they had only come from next door. Their jackets 
draped down over their bodies, but unless they were wearing shorts I 
could tell that they were in just their diapers and their shirts. Upon 
removing their jackets, they revealed that they were each wearing very 
thick cloth diapers as expected. Jennie had fastened their shirts to 
their diapers as well, having applied them very abundantly.
	"Hey, cool shirt!" Derek commented as he looked at the D.B.A. 
logo on the front of mine and Tony's shirts. I turned around to show 
him the THICKIES logo on the back. I also pointed out to him the fact 
that the shirt was cut short to reveal more of the high-rising Thickies 
diapers and included reinforcing material so that the shirt could be 
pinned to the diapers. I then went to the box of remaining shirts and 
tossed the one for Derek over to him.
	"You even got a shirt of your own!" I said. Derek looked very 
pleased to have his own club T-shirt.
	"Thanks!" he shouted with a big smile. "I can't wait to put it 
on!"
	"Well, it's going to be a little bit of a wait," I said. "I wish 
I had thought to call you to have you tell Jennie not to pin up your 
shirt. Here, we'll all help you get those pins out."
	Derek stood still as the three of us surrounded him and began to 
take the pins out of his shirt. We made a little game of it to see who 
could get the most pins. I won the contest with 21 pins. Tony came in 
second with 17, and Jay managed to get 13 of the pins. Doing the math, 
Derek had over 50 pins stuck into his shirt. They were all going back 
in as soon as Derek got his new club T-shirt on. Derek pulled off his 
Disney Aladdin shirt and replaced it with the D.B.A./Thickies shirt. He 
watched and giggled as Tony, Jay and me dutifully pinned him back up 
using all 51 pins. Meanwhile, Steven had been watching and laughing, 
commenting on how funny our three diapered butts looked while we stood 
around his older brother.
	"Do you have another shirt for me?" Steven asked.
	"Sorry, Steven, but we don't," I said. "You have to be a member 
of the club to get one."
	"Why can't I be a member?" Steven asked.
	"You have to be five years old," I explained.
	"I don't turn five until January," Steven said.
	"Ahh, that's only four months away," I said. "You'll be five 
before you know it," I said as I succumbed to the temptation to pat his 
cute little diapered behind, which actually wasn't so little with all 
the diapers he was wearing.
	"But can I still come to the meeting?" Steven asked.
	"Of course you can, you'll just be a guest," I said to him. "That 
way you can watch all the fun things that we do, the things that you'll 
get to do when you are old enough."
	Derek had carried his latest collection of diaper drawings over 
with him to show us and the rest of the gang at the meeting. He kept 
them stuffed down in his coat to protect them from the rain. They were 
all great drawings, but one of my favorites was one where the caption 
read "When you're feeling sicker, wear your diapers thicker." The 
picture showed a boy (of course) lying in bed with a thermometer in his 
mouth, indicating that the boy was sick. Next to his bed were several 
pails all heaping with dirty diapers galore, lots of brown crayon went 
to this part of the drawing. At the foot of his bed were several stacks 
of clean folded thick diapers. The boy himself was in very thick 
diapers, and of course the covers were pulled off of him so that you 
could see the diapers. His sister was coming in to check on him, asking 
him if he needed another diaper change. The boy said, "no, because my 
diapers are really super THICK!" And thick they were. According to the 
proportions of Derek's drawing, the boy's butt was at least a foot off 
of his mattress.
	A moment later Luke and Nathan showed up. Bryce was with them as 
he had stayed overnight at their house. They, too, had remembered to 
bring diaper changes. They had duffel bags, all of which were stuffed 
so full that the zippers on each one had to remain undone, causing the 
diapers on top to get wet from the rain. Only Luke had thought to put a 
piece of plastic over the opening in his bag to keep his diapers dry.
	The three boys came into the house dripping rainwater from riding 
their bikes in the rain for over a mile to get to my house. Luke had on 
a pair of sweat pants to cover his diapers. Nathan opted to go without 
anything over his diapers. His jacket wasn't very long, thus leaving 
his diapered rump still exposed. Bryce had slipped on a pair of Luke's 
shorts for the ride. Both he and Bryce removed their respective apparel 
that was covering their diapers. I now had eight boys, including 
myself, crammed into my bedroom. I figured with Aaron here we could 
possibly hold the meeting right where we were, but there was so little 
standing room as it was, especially if the other guests were to show.
	I handed Luke, Nathan and Bryce their T-shirts, leaving only 
Aaron's shirt in the box. They liked the way the shirts were designed 
to expose the diapers and to accommodate shirt-pinning. At this point 
we were all ready to go and only needed Aaron and his sister Diane to 
show up.
	It was getting stuffy and dank in my bedroom with everyone coming 
in wearing wet clothes, not to mention that some of the boys had 
already pooped their diapers, so we all filed out of there and into the 
living room. Mom made all the boys take their shoes off before trudging 
across the carpet and leaving mud tracks, so there was a big pile of 
footwear by the door. I told the boys to find a seat and sit down and 
wait while Tony and I gathered up our materials for the meeting. I 
could tell that Mom was getting antsy from having the house full of 
diaper-clad boys and was glad to know that we wouldn't be having the 
meeting there.
	In the meantime, Lisa had finished getting ready for work and was 
leaving. She looked at all of the boys all sitting in the living room 
wearing diapers. Some of them said hello to her.
	"Hello," she said as she searched for her purse which contained 
her keys.
	"Dammit, where the hell are they?!" she mumbled under her breath. 
She then remembered that she had set her purse on the couch last night 
after she got home from work. Luke, Nathan, Bryce and Jay were all 
sitting on the couch when Lisa asked them to "move your diapered butts, 
boys, I think one of you is sitting on my purse."
	All at once, the four boys got up from the couch and turned their 
rear ends as Lisa made her way to the couch. She removed a couple of 
the throw pillows and located her purse. I thought about how great of a 
shot this would have been to see Lisa's big jeans-clad butt amid the 
white diapered butts of the four boys who had been sitting there. 
Fortunately, Cindy had thought to get the video camera out and get 
shots of all of us going around in our diapers.
	"There it is!" Lisa exclaimed. "You boys were sitting on it."
	"Kind of hard to tell what we're sitting on with these thick 
diapers on our butts," Nathan commented, eager to demonstrate the 
magnitude of his diapers. Incidentally, he was the one who happened to 
be sitting on Lisa's purse.
	"At least I kept it warm for you," he said with a giggle as Lisa 
reached for her purse.
	"Have fun, guys," Lisa said as she slipped on her black jacket 
and took off for work.
	"We will," I said confidently. "Have fun at work."
	"Yeah, right," Lisa said. "Bye."
	It was getting close to 11:00 and I figured Aaron should be 
showing up soon. I didn't know about the others, such as Jimmy from 
P.E. class, or Josh, the boy I met in Kidz Klothez.
	The doorbell rang and I thought for sure it would be Aaron, 
although I didn't see the pickup that Diane would be driving. As I 
opened the door I was greeted by Jimmy. He had ridden his bike to my 
house in the rain and his dripping wet hair was proof of that.
	"Jimmy, you made it!" I said.
	"Yeah, I decided to come check this diaper club thing out," he 
said. His eyes were big as my very big and thick diapers made quite an 
impression on him.
	"Whoa, and I thought the disposables I've seen you wear were 
thick!"
	"Get used to it," I said. "This is what I always wear at home," I 
said as I showed off my massive diapers.
	"Damn, I don't see how you can even walk around in those 
diapers!" Jimmy commented.
	"It ain't easy," I said. "Just imagine having a pillow wedged 
between your legs and you'll get the idea of what it's like."
	"You weren't kidding when you told me that you wear thicker 
diapers at home," Jimmy commented.
	"I thought your friends were coming with you," I said.
	"They wanted to, especially Andy, but his Mom wouldn't let him go 
out in the rain."
	"That sucks," I said. "What about the other one?"
	"Oh, Troy," Jimmy said, having finally given me the names of both 
of his friends. "He couldn't think of a good enough reason to sneak 
away since his parents always want to know where he's going."
	"Oh well, maybe next time," I said.
	Jimmy was still standing outside, waiting for me to invite him 
in. The overhang over the front door was keeping him from getting wet, 
that is, wet from the rain.
	"Well, come on in and meet the gang," I said as Jimmy entered the 
house. Jimmy took a good, long look at all the boys gathered around in 
the front room, all of them stripped down to diapers and T-shirts. He 
was further impressed at seeing the huge diapers that most of us were 
wearing.
	"Whoa," he said. "Everybody's in really thick diapers here," he 
said. I could tell he was enjoying the sight, and while he had baggy 
pants on and it was hard to tell, I had a good feeling he had a hard-
on.
	I introduced Jimmy to the boys he hadn't yet met, namely Derek, 
Steven and Nathan.
	"Nice shirts," Jimmy commented as he noticed that most of us were 
identically dressed above the waist, too.
	"It's the official club T-shirt," I explained.
	"Gee, they're kind of short, aren't they?" Jimmy commented.
	"That's the idea," I said. "They're made that way so that when 
you're wearing Thickies diapers, they let most of the diapers show, 
since Thickies go up so high."
	"And what's with all the pins in your shirts?" Jimmy asked.
	"That's just something that we like to do, it gives a sense of 
having our diapers 'locked' onto us, since they can't come off very 
easily being pinned to our shirts."
	I then pulled down my plastic pants to let Jimmy see how many 
pins were stuck into each side of my diapers.
	"Good God!" Jimmy said. "When those kids at school we're saying 
you were obsessed with diapers, they were right."
	I just smiled proudly.
	"Andy would love this," Jimmy said. "He's a diaper freak, too."
	"What about you?" I asked Jimmy.
	"Well, as I said, I have always had to wear diapers, and I used 
to hate it, but Andy and Troy have helped to make me feel better about 
it."
	"That's what this club is all about," I said. "A lot of us just 
like to wear diapers, but for those of us who need to wear diapers, 
they've learned to enjoy having diapers on."
	"So, is this the start of the meeting?" Jimmy asked.
	"No, we're waiting for one more person to show up, his sister is 
going to take us all to their house and we're gonna have the meeting 
there."
	"What does she drive, a bus?" Jay asked.
	"No, she has a pickup, and we're all gonna cram into the back and 
ride in it."
	"In the rain?"
	"No, there's a cover on it," I said. This brought a sigh of 
relief to some of the members who thought we'd have to make the trip 
being rained on.
	Jimmy sat down on the fireplace hearth, which was about the only 
place left for him to sit. He stood out conspicuously being the only 
boy in the room wearing any pants.
	"Take your pants off," Tony told Jimmy.
	"Yeah, do like the rest of us," Luke said.
	Jimmy had his reservations about stripping to his diaper in spite 
of the fact that he was among nearly a dozen other boys who didn't have 
any pants on. The group then started chanting, 'take them off! Take 
them off! Take them off!'"
	Apparently, this chanting was too much for Mom to handle. She 
came into the room and asked if Aaron had arrived yet. I looked at the 
clock above the fireplace and it said 11:05.
	"Not yet," I said.
	"Can you boys go out to the garage and wait there until Aaron 
shows up?" Mom asked us.
	"Isn't dad out there?" I asked Mom.
	"No, he came in while you were standing at the door talking to 
whoever," Mom said.
	I led the group of diaper-clad boys out to the garage, directing 
them through the kitchen. Some of them hadn't removed their shoes and 
left tracks across the kitchen floor. Cindy watched and smiled as she 
videotaped the procession of padded posteriors.
	I then realized that I had forgotten to stick my club pin into my 
shirt and went into my room to get it. Tony asked me to grab his pin 
from his bag while I was in there. I then went back out to the garage 
and watched for Aaron and Diane to pull up. The clock in the garage 
said 11:13, although it ran a couple minutes fast.
	"Where the hell is Aaron?" I said as I leaned against the garage 
door and peered out onto the driveway, watching the raindrops pelting 
the puddles. In the meantime, the group began chanting again to get 
Jimmy to take off his pants. He finally gave in and took them off, 
drawing much applause from the boys.
	"There, doesn't that feel better?" I said as I put my arm around 
him.
	"Yeah, I guess it does, since you guys are all in diapers, too," 
Jimmy said. I then looked at his diaper. It was a disposable, the same 
cheap brand that had failed on him in the middle of running the mile. 
The diaper was visibly used as it was wet and yellowed in the front. I 
asked Jimmy how his diaper was doing.
	"I'm gonna have to change soon," he said as he looked down at the 
swollen materials around his crotch.
	"You wanna try a Thickies?" I offered.
	"Sure," he said. "I've been wanting to try them."
	"Because of how they work or how they look?" I asked him.
	"How they work," he said. "Although I do like how they look on 
you, too."
	"Then take a look at this," I said as I bent over to give him the 
best view I felt I could give anyone of my diapers.
	"You want cloth or disposable?" I asked him.
	"I'd like to try cloth, that is, if you aren't already wearing 
all of your cloth diapers right now."
	"I got lots more," I said.
	"We're not going to have time, Chris," Tony said. "Aaron should 
be here any minute."
	"Yeah, you're right," I said. "I'm sure Aaron would be happy to 
let you try his cloth diapers."
	Cindy then came out to the garage and asked what all the cheering 
and clapping was about. I picked up Jimmy's pants and then tossed them 
over to Cindy.
	"These," I said. "Jimmy took his pants off."
	"Then I guess he won't be needing them for awhile," Cindy said.
	"That's why I threw them over to you," I said.
	"Hey, wait, what is she gonna do with my pants?" Jimmy asked.
	"You'll get 'em back, don't worry," I told Jimmy. "You just won't 
be wearing them for now."
	Some of the boys were getting bored out in the garage while 
waiting for Aaron to show up. My watch showed 11:15, so I was really 
starting to wonder where Aaron could be. I figured if Todd or Josh had 
any intentions of showing up they would have by now. Since they weren't 
there, I dismissed the possibility that they would appear.
	Most of the boys were keeping themselves occupied somehow. Tony 
was picking up sawdust and dumping it into Bryce's plastic pants. Bryce 
then tried to retaliate by doing the same to Tony.
	"Hey, man, I got disposables on, I don't want that shit itching 
my balls!"
	"That's why you should wear cloth then," Bryce commented as he 
pulled down his plastic pants and shook the sawdust out of them.
	Luke and Nathan were playing with some of dad's tools. Luke was 
holding a pair of pliers and gently pinching Nathan's nose with it. 
Luke said, "this is what you do when you don't want to smell my poopy 
diapers."
	Derek and Steven had opened up a jar of nails.
	"Bend over, Steven!" Derek said as he held one of the longer 
nails in his hand. "Betcha you won't feel this if I poke your butt with 
it."
	"No!" Steven said.
	"Ahh come on," Derek said. "I bet you I could sit on this nail 
and it wouldn't make it all the way through my thick diapers."
	I walked over to Derek and asked him to put my dad's nails away 
and asked Luke and Nathan to set my dad's tools down. At this point I 
finally saw Diane and Aaron pull up alongside the street.
	"Okay boys, we're going to Aaron's house!" I said. We then 
retreated back into the house so that we could all get our shoes and 
jackets. Dad didn't care for having nearly a dozen diaper-clad boys 
interfere with watching his football game on TV as we all filed back 
into the living room before going out to meet Aaron and Diane.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 127
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	"Outside boys, all of you," Dad commanded us.
	"We're going, Dad, I said. "We just needed to get our stuff."
	While the boys were getting their coats and shoes on Tony and I 
gathered up the meeting materials and Derek made sure to get his 
drawings, too. I handed Tony some of the materials for the meeting and 
told him to lead everyone outside while I found mom to ask her if I 
could take the video camera with me to the meeting.
	"Yes, but be very careful with it, and don't let anyone else play 
with it," Mom said sternly.
	"Can Diane use the camera?" I asked Mom.
	"Diane," Mom said, unsure of the name.
	"Aaron's sister, you know," I said. "She'll do most of the 
videotaping."
	"Okay, but you're responsible for the camera, just remember 
that," Mom told me firmly.
	"Thanks, Mom," I said as I gave her a hug before I left.
	"Have fun, Chris," Mom said, not that I had any doubts about 
having fun today.
	I quickly ran into my room to grab the things that Tony couldn't 
get, such as Aaron's T-shirt as well as mine and Tony's diaper changes, 
which I consolidated into my duffel bag. I gave my father a quick "bye 
Dad!" and then I went out to join the other boys. They were starting to 
file into the back of the pickup. I decided that this would make a good 
video shot, seeing all the white diaper butts sticking out as each boy 
climbed into the back of the pickup with the rest of them standing in a 
line. Not since Tony and I participated in the photo shoot for Thickies 
diapers had I ever seen so many diapered boy butts (I could almost 
smell them, even from a distance). I set my other things down and took 
some video of the boys who were waiting in the rain to climb into the 
back of the pickup. Before I started taping I quickly checked to make 
sure that Cindy had put in a tape that was designated for shooting 
pictures of me and my friends in diapers, which, fortunately it was. I 
stood underneath the overhang where I kept dry as I shot the video. 
Diane was standing behind the pickup, giving the boys a boost as the 
bed of the pickup was up fairly high. Knowing Diane, this gave her an 
excuse to touch the diapered butts of all the boys she and Aaron would 
be hosting during the meeting. Derek and Steven were the last to climb 
in. I zoomed the video all the way in on Derek's butt as Diane's hands 
pushed on his very thickly padded rump to help him get in. Diane then 
lifted Steven up onto the open tailgate, where he then crawled in.
	Diane then waved at me and said, "okay, your turn!"
	I shut the camera off and then picked up the other things and 
carried them over with me.
	"Who's riding up front with you?" I asked Diane.
	"Aaron and his two friends," Diane said. "There's no room, so 
you'll have to ride in back, if that's okay."
	"Fine with me," I said with a smile. "The view will be nicer back 
there, nothing against Aaron, of course."
	"Get your diapered butt in there!" Diane said as she slapped my 
behind as hard as she could. "I'm getting wet out here!"
	"I'm already wet," I said as I ran my hands vigorously over my 
crotch. Diane just smiled at me.
	"Hey, you wanna videotape me climbing into the back of the 
pickup?" I asked Diane.
	"Sure," she said. "How about get Aaron out here so that he can 
shoot a shot of me giving you a little boost?"
	With this I ran up to the cab and asked Aaron to get out and 
explained what we were doing. I looked at his two friends, whom I 
thought made very cute diaper boys, and I assumed they were diaper 
boys. My assumption was indeed proven to be correct, but as Aaron 
hopped out all I caught was a glimpse of the two boys' bare legs and 
striped-sock-clad ankles, and a flash of white where their diapers 
were. It was a big enough flash to indicate that Diane had done her 
diapering on them.
	Diane had set the camera inside on the pickup bed to keep it out 
of the rain while she was waiting for Aaron. Aaron took hold of the 
camera and began the taping. Diane suggested that we repeat the scene 
where she was complaining about getting wet. With this, she tugged on 
her dripping hair and said, "I'm getting wet!" The next scene showed me 
rubbing my crotch saying "I already am wet!"
	"And poopy!" Diane said as I turned around and positioned myself 
on the tailgate, sticking my butt out prominently as Diane slapped it 
and said, "now get your poopy diaper butt in there!"
	I felt rest assured that Aaron would get some good shots of Diane 
pushing up on my diapered rump as I got into the back of the pickup. I 
continued to crawl my way in to prolong the "southern exposure" shot, 
so to speak. Aaron then had us all wave and say "Hi, we're all diaper 
boys!" in unison. He then handed me the camera and Diane closed up the 
tailgate and the door to the camper shell.
	There wasn't much room inside the small space we had in the back 
of the pickup, but at least we were keeping dry, except for our 
diapers, of course. We were all sitting on the bags that contained 
everyone's diaper changes, not that our butts weren't already 
sufficiently cushioned. I took video of the eight other boys all 
crammed into the back of the pickup while we took the ride back to 
Aaron's house. Tony took some shots of me as well. As we had to travel 
along a busy thoroughfare, this gave us an idea to have fun with the 
other motorists. Tony, Luke, Nathan and myself volunteered to press our 
diapered butts up against the window of the door to the camper shell, 
thus diaper-mooning the lucky people in the car behind us who got to 
see this sight. To capture their reaction on video, Jay positioned 
himself beneath us and aimed the video camera through the glass right 
at the bottom. He kept his head out of view. The occupants would be too 
shocked about seeing four diaper butts to notice the camera, anyway.
	Diane was stopped at a red light. The people in the car behind us 
were a lady who looked to be in her mid 30's, and her three daughters, 
I assumed. Two of the girls were in the back seat. The girls looked to 
be between 6 and 12 years old.
	"Perfect!" I said with a smile as I anticipated the reaction the 
girls and their mom would all get once we made our move. We all 
squatted down beneath the tailgate and prepared ourselves to 
simultaneously show our diapered butts to the unsuspecting people 
behind us.
	My heart was racing. The excitement was really building now. I 
knew we would have to act soon since the light would change soon. I led 
the count.
	"Okay guys, ready... one...two...THREE!"
	All four of us stuck our butts up against the glass and we were 
all laughing. How I would have loved to see the reaction of the girls 
live, but of course we'd get to see it on tape. I did get to see their 
reaction at the end as they raced ahead of us in the other lane. All 
three of the girls were still staring.
	"What did they do, Jay?" I asked him as I was still trying to 
recover from my laughter.
	"The mom had this kind of look on her face," Jay demonstrated by 
opening his eyes and his mouth as wide as he could. "The girls were 
surprised, too, but they were pointing and laughing afterwards."
	"I can't wait to show it to Aaron!" I said. I grabbed the camera 
and previewed the last few seconds of the video in the viewfinder. I 
started busting up laughing again.
	"Too bad we couldn't see what that looked like from their point 
of view," Luke commented.
	"We can recreate the scene at Aaron's house after we're parked. I 
can just dub in a couple seconds of it over the video we just shot."
	"Let's do that again!" Nathan said. "That was fun!"
	"Can we do it this time? Derek asked.
	"Sure!" I said. "Who else wants to do it?"
	I looked at Jimmy. He gave a nervous smile and said, "unh unh, 
nooooo wayyyy!" while shaking his head.
	"How about you, Jay?" I asked him. He hesitated at first, but 
then agreed to do it.
	"What the hell, you only live once," he said.
	"Who's gonna fill the fourth spot?" I asked, pointing to the 
vacancy. Before anyone could answer, I agreed to do it again and nobody 
contested me. Luke decided to be the cameraman this time. Diane was 
slowing down for another red light. As traffic was heavy, there was 
another car behind us right away.
	"Who do we got this time?" I asked Luke.
	"An old fart and his wife, and two boys in the back, probably 
their grandsons," Luke replied while laughing.
	"YEAH!" I cheered. "This one ought to be good, too! How old do 
the boys look?"
	"I'd say nine and eleven or so," Luke said. "Maybe they'll want 
to try wearing diapers after seeing us wearing them."
	"It's always a possibility," I said. Once again, we got into our 
positions and I led the count. On three we sprang the surprise on the 
elderly couple and their grandsons.
	"Oh my God!" Luke exclaimed, sounding surprised before he burst 
into laughter.
	"What happened?" I asked him. Luke couldn't stop laughing.
	"What happened?" I asked again.
	"Her dentures fell out!" Luke said. He set the camera down and 
rolled on what little space there was on the floor. All of us were 
roaring loudly, loudly enough to get Aaron and his buddies to turn 
around and see what was going on.
	"I wish Aaron were back here!" I said while I videotaped the 
entire group of boys laughing their diapered butts off.
	We had moved ahead of the old couple as they were driving slowly. 
Another car had moved into place behind us.
	"Wanna do it again?" Luke asked.
	"Nah, we're getting close to Aaron's place now," I said. "I think 
we've shocked enough people by now."
	The air in the back of the pickup was getting foul from the odors 
of the wet and poopy diapers that we were all wearing. I imagined that 
most of us wet our diapers some more after laughing so much; it was 
enough to make me poop in my diapers, too. I decided to open the door 
on the camper shell to allow the fetid air to blow out and replace it 
with the rain-freshened air.
	We got to Aaron's house and all of us were all pumped up and 
excited from the diaper-mooning fun we had on the way over.
	"What were you guys doing back here?" Diane asked us as she 
opened the tailgate for us.
	"You'll see when you watch the video," I said.
	"Oh no, this I gotta see!" Diane said.
	We filed out of the pickup and gathered in the driveway. I got 
out first so that I could get a shot of everyone's butt as they climbed 
out of the pickup. Aaron asked us what we did and I told him that we 
were diaper-mooning the people behind us.
	"We got their reaction to it on tape, too!" I said.
	"I can't wait to see it!" Aaron said.
	Aaron's two friends were standing behind him. One of them had 
blonde hair, the other one red. They made very cute diaper boys, I 
thought. Both boys were very abundantly diapered and they seemed to be 
comfortable about standing outside in view of the neighbors. Diane's 
diapering job on them dwarfed their skinny legs.
	"Oh guys, these are my friends Jason and Peter," Aaron introduced 
his buddies to the rest of the group. I then introduced Jay and Jimmy 
to Aaron, as these were the only two boys he hadn't yet met.
	"We'll have plenty of stories to exchange with all of our guests 
being here," I said.
	The rain had slowed a little, and the big willow tree that 
towered above Aaron's house sheltered us from most of the rain that was 
still coming down, but it looked like more was on the way as I looked 
to the west, the direction from which most storms around here came. I 
figured this was a good opportunity to re-create and dub into the video 
the diaper-mooning scene from the vantage point of the "victims" whose 
eyes and minds we either assaulted or amused. I had Diane operate the 
camera. Being that she works in her parents' photo shop where they sell 
video cameras, she knew how to dub in a scene on the camera. Since the 
audio track would be retained, the new scene would appear to be 
seamless to the unknowing viewer. I cued the video up to just before 
the reaction of the people's faces appeared. I then took my position 
along with the other boys, each of us taking the same positions as 
before for authenticity purposes. We had to do this very quickly so 
that the initial reaction would not be erased. I instructed Diane to 
cue the tape forward and then do another dubbed shot of our diapered 
derrieres. We did the same thing with the second incident. I told Diane 
to be very careful and to not record over the scene where the 
grandmother's dentures fall out.
	"Okay, it's a wrap!" Diane said as she took the last dubbed shot 
of Derek, Steven, Jay and myself diaper-mooning out the back window.
	"More like a dozen wraps!" I said as I counted the number of 
diaper-white butts, including my own.
	"Let's go watch the video!" Luke said. As Diane led us into the 
house I took a video shot of her back with her long hair leading down 
to her big rear end, clad in silk navy blue track pants with white 
stripes running down the sides. Below her big behind was her large 
thick thighs. Standing five feet eight inches tall, she filled my 
vision of a perfect babysitter, this perfection dictated by her size 
and thus her presumed dominance. How lucky Aaron was to have her for a 
sister.
	"And here's the only one *not* in diapers here, but of course, 
that's because she's a girl, right guys?" I said as I narrated. Many of 
the boys nodded and agreed with this statement.
	Diane led us into the house and directed us to take our seats in 
the large living room. They had one of those big wrap-around couches, 
which made it easy to accommodate the ten boys who would be watching 
Tony and me direct the meeting.
	What surprised me was all the video equipment that had been set 
up in the room. It looked like Diane and Aaron were wanting to make a 
Hollywood-esque production of the diaper meeting. All I needed was a 
simple home video of the meeting, but with Aaron's and Diane's parents 
owning a camera shop, they had access to such equipment. There were 
three cameras all mounted on tripods. Two of them were behind the couch 
and one of them was up front, facing the couch and the group of boys. 
Wires and cables were strewn everywhere, all leading into some mixer 
board of some sort with several sliders and buttons on it. Connected to 
this was another VCR and a small TV.
	"So what do you think?" Aaron asked us.
	"Are we in your living room or in a TV studio?" I asked Aaron.
	"Both," he said. "We do this with all our home videos. You should 
see my last birthday party video. We add in music and sound effects 
later on. We can watch it after the meeting."
	"I appreciate all the trouble you went to for videotaping the 
meeting, but isn't this a tad bit of overkill?" I asked Aaron as I was 
marveled by all the video equipment.
	"Nah," Aaron said. "I want to send our meeting video to the 
D.B.A. club, so I want it to look really good."
	"I'm sure it will look good," I said.
	Aaron went on to explain that he had talked to Bobby, the founder 
of the D.B.A. club, and Linda, his mother, about compiling a video of 
highlights from videos sent in from other club meetings as well as 
diaper videos of the members of the club. I know I would have plenty of 
material to contribute here.
	"I guess I didn't really need to bring my camera, did I?"
	"I'm glad you did bring it, look at that funny video you shot in 
the back of the truck!"
	"Oh yeah, he he," I said. "They'd probably use that one in the 
compilation video."
	"Not only that, but I really think they'd air your video on 
'America's Funniest'," Aaron said, persuading me to consider submitting 
the video.
	"I'd love to send it in, but my parents would shit purple 
Twinkies sideways if they saw what we were doing on there."
	"That I'd like to see," Aaron commented.
	"If you were shitting purple Twinkies, I'd be the first to know 
since I change your diapers," Diane said to her little brother. Aaron 
laughed at this as did myself and Tony.
	"I'll think about sending in the video," I said. "I just don't 
know how to get it past my parents."
	"We'll send it in for you," Diane offered. "Then your parents can 
flip out when they see it aired."
	"That might work," I said. "I'd even give you some of the prize 
money if it makes it into the top three."
	"If it makes it into the top three you guys will have to go to 
the taping."
	"Maybe my parents wouldn't care at that point if they were going 
to get at least $2,000 out of it, in case we come in third place."
	"I think you've got a ten thousand dollar video, Chris," Aaron 
said. "Your parents won't care what you did at that point."
	"Maybe not," I said. "If they know me the way they do, perhaps 
they won't be so surprised after all."
	A moment later Aaron asked me if he could use my camera.
	"What for?" I asked. "You got three of them set up already."
	"We'll use yours as a fourth camera," he said. "We'll just plug 
it into the board and mix it in with shots from the other three 
cameras," Aaron said. He then waddled into the spare room where they 
kept all this stuff and he came back out a moment later with some 
cables. He plugged the camera I had brought into the mixer, giving us 
four vantage points now from which to videotape the meeting.
	Diane left the room to make a phone call, asking her friend Karen 
to come over to help with the video production.
	"You ought to some see all the diapered boys we have here!" Diane 
said to her friend, whom I hadn't met nor even knew of her existence.
	"We're doing a big video production of the diaper club meeting 
that Aaron is in," Diane said as she explained the reason to invite 
Karen over."
	Before the meeting itself was started, we all watched the video I 
made, starting with the scenes that Cindy had taken of us before Diane 
and Aaron showed up. Most of all, we wanted to see the video that we 
had just made of ourselves diaper-mooning the motorists behind us. 
Everybody in the room was laughing. Diane started up the other video 
cameras and recorded everyone's laughter as we watched the diaper-
mooning video.
	"You should send this in to 'America's Funniest Home Videos!'" 
Luke suggested.
	"There's a lot of stuff we could send in of my diaper videos, but 
they'd probably turn us down for it," I said.
	"I don't know, this one may be worth ten thousand dollars," 
Nathan commented. "Especially the lady whose dentures popped out!"
	"At least we'll might national exposure," Tony said.
	"We already do," I said. "Our Thickies ads will be coming out 
soon, you know."
	"Yeah, but not everyone reads parents' and women's magazines," 
Tony replied. "Most kids don't read them, except the ones who like to 
look for diaper ads like we do."
	"Lots of kids watch 'America's Funniest Home Videos' you know," 
Bryce said.
	"Yeah, just think of all the boys who will see it and maybe want 
to wear diapers like us!" Derek said gleefully as he pulled up on the 
front of his diapers.
	"Or all the girls who see it and will want to see their brothers 
going around in diapers!" Aaron remarked.
	Diane had been taking in all of our comments about the video we 
had just shot as we kept rewinding it and watching it over and over 
again.
	"Not to piss on your parade, diaper boys," Diane broke in, "but 
did it ever occur to you guys that maybe, just maybe somewhere in this 
great, vast country of ours that there just *might* be a girl who would 
like to wear diapers?"
	I looked at Tony, who then looked at me. We then looked at Bryce, 
who shrugged and then looked at Nathan and Luke, who then looked at 
Derek and Steven. They returned the same surprised look at was going 
around the group, stopping with Aaron's friends Jason and Peter who 
were seated at the opposite end of the couch. All of this transpired in 
about two seconds.
	"Nahhh!" came a unanimous reply from several of us a moment later 
as we dismissed this notion.
	"The thought never crossed my mind!" I said.
	"Yeah, diapers are for BOYS!" Derek asserted. Steven then 
mimicked his big brother, gestures and all.
	"Why did you even say that?" Tony asked sounding stunned, feeling 
that Diane had taken the wind out of his sails just as we were all 
having so much fun relishing the fact that we only recognized boys as 
diaper lovers.
	"You're not trying to tell us that *you* want to wear diapers, do 
you?" Bryce asked Diane.
	"If I did, I wouldn't be wearing these pants, now would I?" Diane 
said as she pointed out her distinguishing attire that covered her long 
legs. The fact that she was wearing any attire to cover her legs was 
distinguishing enough.
	"I'm just playing devil's advocate, you know. Besides, I like to 
see just how resolute you all are when it comes to diapers and boys," 
Diane told us.
	After having watched the video for the fourth time or so and 
rewinding it again we decided to let it run to the end of the taping, 
showing the scene that I had shot of us getting out of the back of the 
pickup and going into the house. Everybody laughed when I zoomed in on 
Diane's rotund-bunned track pants and commented on her lack of diapers 
for being a girl.
	"Hey, who took a picture of my butt?" Diane asked.
	"Who don't you see in the video?" Aaron asked her. Since I was 
the only one who didn't appear in this shot, Diane determined that it 
was me who took the shot.
	"Chris!" she said. "Now you stop taking pictures of my ass!"
	"Sorry," I said as I felt my face blush. The sight of her 
backside in those slick track pants appealed to the side of my 
sexuality that was directed towards buxom females. I thought Diane was 
truly upset, but she quickly allayed my guilt by smiling and putting 
her arm around me.
	"I'm just kidding, sweetie," she said. "I can't help it if I have 
an attractive butt."
	"Well, let's get the meeting started," Tony said.
	Diane brought out a card table for Tony and me to use for our 
meeting materials. Aaron had printed up a banner that read "D.B.A." 
with a clip-art image of a boy in diapers bending over on each side. He 
hung the banner on the front of the table. A similar, but larger banner 
was taped up on the wall behind us and was colored in with crayon. They 
were really determined to make quite a production of this whole thing.
	As I stared at Aaron's hugely diapered butt while he was taping 
up the banner I realized that he wasn't wearing his official club T-
shirt yet. The shirt he had on was fairly short and had been purposely 
trimmed up by Diane so that Aaron's diapers would show more, but it 
still kept the top half of his diapers covered up. His shirt was pinned 
to his diapers, of course, each pin about a half inch apart at the 
most.
	"Hey, Derek, here's your shirt," I said as I handed it to him.
	"Thanks!" he said. "It's gonna take me awhile to undo Diane's pin 
job here."
	"You have plenty of helpers here," I said. With this, Tony, Luke 
and I all worked on removing his pins. Diane had the other video 
cameras running and recording this event from several angles. She 
recruited Jay to handle my camera and to take close-up shots of us 
unpinning Aaron's shirt from his diapers while she controlled the video 
mixer and switched shots around. Derek sat on his knees and was 
collecting the pins, making a chain out of them. Nathan then joined him 
and they built the chain from both ends. By the time they were done 
they made a chain of diaper pins over four feet long. Nathan stood at 
four feet seven inches and the chain came up to his nose. We used 
Nathan's height to determine the length of the chain.
	Aaron then put on his new club T-shirt. Aaron and Diane both 
loved seeing how the shirt did little to interfere with the exposure of 
his Thickies diapers.
	"Now for the pins," Luke said. "What happened to them?"
	I looked behind me and I saw Derek playing jump rope with the 
chain he and Nathan had made.
	"Derek, we need those pins," I called to him, so he stopped and 
handed over the makeshift jump rope.
	"It's harder to jump rope with a bunch of diapers on," Derek 
said.
	Minutes later Aaron had his club T-shirt pinned up onto him. He 
transferred his club pin from his old shirt and stuck it into his club 
shirt. At about this time Diane's friend Karen showed up.
	"Oh my God!" she exclaimed while trying not to laugh. "This is 
unbelievable!"
	"Well, seeing is believing," Diane said.
	"Look at all you boys wearing diapers!" Karen said as she was 
still giggling and amazed at the sight she saw. "I didn't think there 
were so many diaper freaks out there!"
	Diane showed Karen how to operate the video camera I had brought 
along. She didn't even have to start and stop the tape since it would 
all be recorded by the VCR into which the three other cameras were also 
connected via the mixer console.
	"Just move around and zoom in on their diapers every now and 
then," Diane instructed.
	"Be sure to get plenty of butt shots," I said as I diaper-mooned 
Karen.
	"Okay, we ready?" Tony asked.
	"Ready!" I said. Everyone settled onto the couch while Tony and I 
got our stuff ready for the long-awaited meeting. Diane took her seat 
at the console she had set up to monitor the video production of this 
whole thing. Since they had gone to all this trouble to videotape the 
event, Tony and wanted to make sure it would be worthwhile.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 128
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	I called to order the meeting. I started by taking note of those 
who were present. All seven of the current members were there as well 
as a lot of guests, hopefully future members. Next came the collecting 
of dues. Again, Tony and I agreed to pitch in and help Derek pay his 
portion. All of the other boys were able to pay on their own. With that 
little bit of business out of the way, Tony and I moved on to the list 
of items that we had on our agenda.
	There were four issues for us to vote on regarding the club's 
membership requirements. In my packet of materials for this month's 
meeting I was sent several copies of the ballots that were to be 
checked off and submitted by the club's members. The ballots read as 
follows:

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D.B.A. DIAPER CLUB SEPTEMBER 1993 OFFICIAL BALLOT
===========================================================

ISSUE 1: SHOULD D.B.A. BE DESIGNATED AS AN ALL BOYS CLUB?

Statement of purpose:

D.B.A. was originally intended to include both boys and girls for the 
sake of fairness. However, our initial membership rosters showed that 
the vast majority of its members were boys upon the inception of the 
club. It was expected that the club would consist of a majority of 
boys, but this majority has far exceeded our expectations with over 98% 
of its initial membership being boys. The few girls who became members 
have since then withdrawn their memberships because of the high 
majority of boys along with several other reasons that will be cited in 
next month's newsletter. Because of this, our rosters now show a 
virtually all-boy membership.

Please indicate your choice below:

( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to only allow boys in its membership.
( ) NO, I want D.B.A. to allow both boys and girls in its membership.

ISSUE 2: SHOULD GIRLS BE RECOGNIZED AS ASSISTANT CLUB MEMBERS?

Statement of purpose:

While very few girls have shown any interest in being diaper-wearing 
members of the D.B.A. club (as explained in Issue No. 1) many more 
girls have expressed interest in being recognized as assistants to the 
club. Most of these girls are sisters, babysitters and friends of the 
boys. They have told us that they provide valuable services for the 
club meetings such as changing diapers, taking pictures and running 
errands for the boys, as the boys are often in diapers only and not 
dressed decently enough to appear in public to make such errands. These 
girls feel that they are part of the club, even though they do not wear 
diapers themselves, and would like to be recognized as having a role in 
the club's activities.

Please indicate your choice below:

( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to recognize girls as assistant club members.
( ) NO, I do not want D.B.A. to recognize girls as assistant club 
members.

ISSUE 3: SHOULD NON-24/7 DIAPER WEARERS BE ALLOWED TO BECOME MEMBERS?

Statement of purpose:

The original purpose of D.B.A. was to establish a group that recognizes 
kids who wear diapers full-time. Many more kids have indicated that 
they would like to become members of the club, but cannot do so because 
they either only wear diapers for bedtime, or they can only wear 
diapers at certain times (i.e. when home alone or with friends who wear 
diapers full time). Other kids indicate that they wear diapers full-
time for wetting, but elect to use the toilet for bowel movements. 
While this goes against D.B.A.'s philosophy of complete non-use of 
toilets, we understand that not all kids are willing to wear soiled 
diapers or are not allowed to use their diapers for this purpose. We 
realize that a much larger membership base can be achieved by easing 
the membership requirements. 24/7 diaper wearers would still be 
recognized by being issued a special pin that designates them as 24/7 
diaper wearers. Likewise, those among the 24/7 diaper wearers would be 
further recognized as those who exclusively use diapers for all 
elimination, and for those who only use diapers for wetting.

Please indicate your choice below:

( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to include members who do not wear diapers 24/7.
( ) NO, I want D.B.A. to continue to only allow members who wear 
diapers 24.7.

ISSUE 4: SHOULD MEMBERS BE GIVEN THE OPTION OF PAYING NO DUES OR PAYING 
DUES AT LOWER RATES AND STILL BE RECOGNIZED AS MEMBERS?

Statement of purpose:

As also indicated by the statement of purpose on Issue No. 3, we feel 
that we can attain an even higher membership base by not requiring that 
members pay dues in order to be recognized as members. We also feel 
that by proposing smaller amounts on paying dues that some members 
would be willing to pay them for the privileges that they would receive 
in return. Those who do pay higher dues will be entitled to more 
privileges, which are covered in detail down below.

The following membership structure is proposed as follows:

Membership      Amount     Privileges
Level           per month

Diaper Pin      $0         Member receives club pin(s) and
                           may participate in meeting
                           discussions and contribute
                           submissions to newsletter.
                           Members will have name and
                           brief description of
                           themselves listed in roster and
                           can make pen pals with other
                           diaper wearers. Members will
                           also receive regular club
                           mailings and abbreviated
                           newsletters.

Plastic Pants  $10         "Diaper Pin" privileges, plus
                           receives club T-shirt and
                           monthly newsletter.

Cloth Diaper   $20         "Plastic Pants" privileges, plus
                           receives monthly color copy of
                           club photo album and either
                           free or reduced prices on
                           stories.

Thickies       $35         "Cloth Diaper" privileges, plus
Diaper                     receives monthly club video,
                           discounts on Thickies diapers,
                           and will be invited to attend
                           annual D.B.A. Jamboree.

Details regarding each membership level will be covered by your 
Director. This proposal is tentative and is subject to change prior to 
its implementation. Please do not mark your vote until this discussion 
has taken place.

Please indicate your choice below:

( ) YES, I would like to see the proposed membership dues structure 
described above to be implemented.
( ) NO, I would like the current membership structure to be maintained 
as it is.

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	I read through the ballot items, making my own comments as I went 
along. We all cheered when I read that over 98% of the initial club's 
membership was boys and that the few girls who had joined the club had 
already withdrawn from it. Given the atmosphere that was present in our 
meetings, girls certainly wouldn't feel welcome and wouldn't feel 
comfortable sitting around in just diapers among the boys. Besides, in 
my mind, such girls didn't even exist.
	"Let 'em start their own club!" Nathan shouted.
	"Yeah, maybe they'll have, I don't know, three members, 
nationwide that is," his brother Luke added. We all laughed at this. 
While casting a vote on the ballot was a formality for the club, it was 
abundantly clear that the vote was unanimously in favor of making the 
club strictly for boys.
	The next item regarding allowing girls to be recognized as club 
assistants was also met with unanimous approval. Diane was certainly 
interested in being formally recognized as a club assistant, especially 
as she would be providing transportation for all the subsequent 
meetings, that on top of her role in photographing and videotaping the 
meetings, and of course, changing diapers. If this motion was approved, 
Diane and any other girls who wanted to become assistant members would 
receive a T-shirt that they could wear at the meetings. Diane wanted 
hers to say "Designated Diaper Changer." Assistants wouldn't be 
obligated to pay dues, but were welcome to contribute.
	The third item regarding non-24/7 members being in the club was 
debated. Tony, for one, felt that being a member of the D.B.A. club 
meant being recognized as a true, bona fide and utmost diaper boy, one 
who absolutely abstains from using toilets and finds wearing diapers to 
be the greatest pleasure there is and is an ultimate privilege of 
boyhood. I agreed with him on this, but I also felt that boys who wear 
diapers to a lesser degree should also be entitled to having as much 
fun with their diapers as they can.
	Aaron sided with Tony in saying that by having more members this 
would mean that the meetings would become too large for even him and 
Diane to host at their house. He did have a point there, so we 
discussed contingency plans on what to do if the membership became too 
large to accommodate meetings in one household. While summer meetings 
would be easy enough to conduct outdoors, winter was coming and we 
weren't going to be holding meetings outside then, even if we did 
decide to wear pants, which would seem inappropriate for our club as it 
promotes wearing diapers out in the open, much in the same way nudists 
promote wearing nothing, albeit not for sexual gratification.
	"We could split the meetings into two sessions," Bryce suggested. 
We agreed that this was a good idea should it become necessary.
	"Or we could use the school auditorium," Aaron's friend Peter 
mentioned.
	"Yeah, right, like they're gonna just let us come into the school 
on Saturday and set up our own little meeting there," Aaron's other 
friend contested. It would be convenient indeed, but it was unlikely 
that Aaron's school would let us come in to use their auditorium.
	The other members seemed to favor having non 24-7'ers join the 
club, arguing that if they are more involved with the club, they may 
feel more inclined to go 24/7, or at the very least will have the most 
fun they can have without their pants on and not worry about getting 
caught by their parents or other people. Tony conceded and agreed to 
cast his vote in favor of opening up the club to non 24/7 diaper 
wearers.
	"Now we just have to promote it somehow," Luke said. "There's 
probably a lot of boys at school who like to wear diapers, but they're 
stuck in the closet, so to speak."
	"Yeah, I'll bet they all come out of the woodwork once they find 
out about our club," I said. "But they'd have to know about it."
	"We could post flyers on the bulletin board at school," Aaron 
suggested.
	"Yeah, and what do you think Mr. Horton would say about that?" 
Jason said, referring to their school's principal.
	"You're probably right," Aaron conceded.
	"We could print up flyers and post them all over town," I 
suggested. "Go into places like the supermarket and the laundry places, 
maybe the video arcade and places where lots of kids hang out."
	"Good idea!" Tony remarked, now coming more into agreement with 
allowing more members to join our club.
	"Maybe next summer we can try to recruit kids by going through 
the neighborhood and telling them about the club," Nathan suggested.
	"Sure, and then get our butts kicked because most kids would 
think we're weirdos," Luke said.
	"Let them kick our butts, we got DIAPERS on!" Nathan said as he 
got up and bent over in front of Luke, who took the liberty to 
literally kick his brother's diapered butt. Diane's friend Karen was 
sure to get the moment on tape.
	"Then I'd wear diapers over your face, too," Luke said. "They'd 
probably punch you in the nose. Can you imagine going up to someone's 
door? (Luke pantomimes knocking on a door, making the appropriate sound 
effects) 'Uh, hello, ma'am, I'd like to tell you about our diaper club, 
got any boys?'"
	Aaron then got in on the act, speaking in a fake lady voice.
	"Uh yes, I do, come in, they're over there. They're in diapers 
because they're not potty trained and they love to shit in their 
diapers. Oops, I mean, poop in their diapers. Gosh, how unladylike it 
is for me to say that."
	This little impromptu skit got everyone laughing, but I had to be 
realistic.
	"I doubt that would happen, guys," I said. "Look, it'll be at 
least June before we can go out and do something like that."
	"It's only the beginning of September," Nathan said. "There's 
still a few days of warm weather left. Let's go out tomorrow and try to 
recruit some new members."
	"Depends on if it's still raining or not," Luke said.
	I had to agree that it sounded fun to go around the neighborhood 
and promote our club and go up to little boys and tell them about the 
evils of toilet training and tell them how much more fun diapers are. 
We could hand out flyers and brochures and pamphlets and leaflets just 
like the church people like to do. I just wasn't sure if I could really 
go through with doing something like this, though.
	"Any other ideas?" I asked the group.
	"We could wear our D.B.A. shirts to school," Tony suggested.
	"Yeah, but that might go against the dress code," Bryce 
commented.
	"The dress code just says you can't wear shirts that have 
offensive art or language on them or shirts that advertise beer or 
tobacco or promote a religion," I said. "Our shirts have the D.B.A. 
logo, which includes a drawing of a thickly diapered boy bending over 
like on the Drypers package, and then on the back it says 'I proudly 
wear THICKIES diapers!' I don't think there's anything offensive about 
that."
	"Yeah, because if they don't like it, then I'll come to school 
with the front of a Drypers package stuck onto the front of my shirt 
and ask them if they think it's offensive, and if they say no, I'll ask 
them what makes our club T-shirts any different," Tony said.
	"Sure, go for it," I said to Tony.
	"I will if they say I can't wear my D.B.A. shirt to school."
	"These shirts don't come down very far, you know," Luke pointed 
out, demonstrating the special D.B.A. shirts would leave the stomach 
and the lower back exposed if worn as regular shirts, or if wearing 
Thickies disposable diapers, they'd show the top few inches of the 
diapers.
	"These shirts are meant for wearing with Thickies diapers only," 
Luke continued.
	"Well, I have my Thickies shirt from the auditions we did last 
summer," I said to Tony. "We could wear those."
	"Let's do, just to see what the kids at school say," Tony said.
	"They already know you guys as well as the rest of us wear 
Thickies diapers anyway," Luke said.
	By this point it seemed that we had come to the consensus that we 
would allow non-24/7 diaper wearers to be members. Maybe if this motion 
passed they'd have a contest to see which D.B.A. chapter could recruit 
the most members, with points being weighted based on the levels of 
membership of the new recruits. I decided to submit this suggestion 
along with our ballots and the meeting notes.
	We came to the final item on the ballot regarding membership 
dues. I was in favor of the proposed membership structure that was 
outlined on the ballot, as was everyone else. I knew that several 
potential members, especially Jay, could not afford to pay dues, and a 
lot of younger boys didn't have the money to spend each month on 
staying in the diaper club. Even the $35 "Cloth Diaper" membership 
seemed a tad lofty for me and Tony. Being Directors, we were required 
to be "Cloth Diaper" members or hand over our duties to another member. 
If we couldn't do this, we'd have to discontinue our D.B.A. chapter, 
which was the last thing on earth I would ever do. In spite of this 
concern, Tony and I agreed to vote in favor of the new membership 
structure. We would discuss how to earn the extra money later on.
	While the decision to go to a system of admitting members without 
paying dues as well as paying dues at a lower level was unanimously 
agreed upon, there were several questions regarding the extra 
privileges that would come with paying the higher dues. Tony and I 
covered most of these questions pretty well. One of the concerns was 
how mailings would be handled for members who do not want their parents 
to see it. Quite simply, the envelopes would be disguised. The club 
mailings would be appear to be sent from fictitious companies offering 
things like software, CD's, videos, etc., just about anything that 
would cover a boy's interests. Inside the envelopes would be a bogus 
cover letter, and then underneath it would be the "real" stuff.
	"What's this about stories?" Bryce asked. I told him that D.B.A. 
would publish and distribute copies of stories, true or fiction, that 
were written by its members.
	"Cool, because I have a couple stories that I wrote!" Aaron's 
friend Jason said loudly.
	"I got a shitload of them myself," I said.
	"Do you get anything for turning in a story?"
	"Yeah, they'll either send you free diapers or give you a break 
on your membership dues or something like that," I answered. "They're 
still working out the details on that."
	My meeting materials also instructed Tony and I to explain to the 
group what the long-term goal of the D.B.A. club was. The goal was to 
ultimately establish a club for kids (very likely soon to be for boys 
only) who love to wear diapers. It would be based on a similar diaper 
club already in existence, except that it was for adults only. It was 
called DPF, which stands for "Diaper Pail Friends." The DPF club, like 
D.B.A., was also based in California.
	DPF has a detailed membership roster as well as a newsletter, 
plus it sells stories written by its members. DPF also sells diapers 
and adult-sized baby accessories. CKM mentioned that they would look 
into offering sleepers and onesies in their product lines, possibly 
eventually adding other baby accessories such as pacifiers and bottles, 
and even furniture (cribs, changing tables, and high chairs) for older 
kids.
	Linda had obtained a copy of DPF's catalog. She then made copies 
of the catalog, blocking out some of the more "mature" passages that 
appeared in it, assuring us that we would likely have no interest in 
this particular content anyway, and then she made copies from this to 
send to each of the D.B.A. Club Directors. Tony and I had looked at it 
a few days before the meeting. I was most interested in the stories 
that were listed. Many of them looked to be good stories as they were 
about boys who wear diapers. I was surprised to see that there would be 
a lot of good stories about boys in the listing, considering that DPF 
was an adult's diaper club. Perhaps when we all become adults ourselves 
we'll all look back upon our boyhood days and cherish the fun we are 
now having with wearing diapers like the members of DPF must do.
	I wanted to order some of these stories so badly! I figured that 
maybe Mom would let me order them. While the roster form indicated that 
you had to be at least eighteen to be listed and thus be a member, it 
didn't say anything about having to be eighteen to place an order. I 
decided to talk to Mom about it after I got home from the meeting.
	If things went according to plan, D.B.A. would eventually attain 
a larger membership and a following like what DPF seemed to have 
established in its thirteen year history. D.B.A. would be like DPF, but 
for kids. I couldn't wait to see all the stories that I expected to be 
sent in and made available through the club. I had a good feeling that 
my story about how I first got put into diapers would be a hit. Quite 
simply, I called the story "Diaper Desires."
	While many of the DPF stories looked good, I was put off by some 
of them, namely the ones where it described boys being treated as 
girls. EEUUGGHH!! "What the fuck is THIS shit?!!" I thought, even 
shouted when I first saw it. Goddammit, diapers are for BOYS, and 
making GIRLS out of boys who wear diapers just seemed so highly 
abominable at best! It went against the very pure, fundamental notion 
that I have always tenaciously held about diapers and boys for as long 
as I can remember, which was ever since I was four years old. Seeing 
this utterly unpardonable and most disgraceful desecration of diaper-
wearing boys further strengthened my ambition and my utmost 
determination to help establish the D.B.A. diaper club so that would 
exclusively be for boys. Just seeing that this sort of thing went on, 
even if only in fiction, made me feel so highly indignant. I was so 
disgusted by seeing these tarnished stories listed that I blackened 
them out with a permanent marker before letting the group see the list 
of stories. I handed out the copy that I was sent and had the boys look 
at it so that they could also better understand what type of club 
D.B.A. was striving to become.
	"Why are some of the stories marked out?" Peter asked.
	"You don't want to know," I said.
	"Are they bad stories?" he asked.
	"Oh yeah, trust me, you wouldn't want to see them."
	"I'm kind of curious what they were," Bryce asked.
	"If you must know, they were stories about boys being treated as 
girls," I said, barely able to refrain from puking at the mere thought 
of this.
	"What?!" Nathan exclaimed. "You mean, like wearing-- uhh-- 
dresses?"
	I couldn't bring myself to actually say "yes" to this question, 
so I just nodded,
	"Yuck!" Luke exclaimed. "I'm sure glad I'm a boy and treated like 
one."
	"What the hell's with the dresses and shit?" Jason remarked. "I 
hope nobody in our club is like this!"
	"If they are I'll kick them out!" I said vehemently.
	"We're diaper BOYS and we're always gonna be diaper BOYS!" Derek 
shouted loudly.
	"Yeah, boys will be BOYS!" Aaron shouted with everyone else 
joining in the cheering. I know Mom would have kicked us out of the 
house by now if we had the meeting there, especially as rowdy as we 
were.
	"Hey, can we have copies of this story list?" Bryce asked. 
Everyone else wanted a copy, too.
	"You guys have a copier?" I asked Aaron.
	"At the shop we do," he said.
	"I'll stop by and get you guys some copies," Diane offered.
	"You don't have to, but thanks anyway," I said to Diane.
	"No, please allow me," Diane said kindly. "Anything to help keep 
you diaper boys happy."
	"Thanks, Diane, you're so nice," I said to her as I handed her 
the story list.
	"Let me do a nose count to see how many copies I need," Donna 
said.
	"Hey, let's do a BUTT count instead!" Aaron suggested.
	"Good idea, Aaron!" Diane said. "Butts are bigger than noses and 
easier to see, especially when they have big, white diapers on them!"
	Diane then asked everyone to turn their butts to her so that she 
could count the number of boys present and thus determine the number of 
copies she would make of the story list. Everyone was having fun and 
they eagerly participated in the fun little games we were playing, 
although Jimmy was being the one hold-out. He hadn't said anything 
since he had gotten here and he seemed to be overwhelmed by how excited 
we all got over wearing diapers. Even Jay had loosened up and was 
laughing and cheering along with the rest of us. Finally, he gave in 
and turned his butt to Diane so that she could count it.
	"Let's see, that's twelve diapered boy butts I count," Diane 
said.
	A lot of the members were also interested in the color photo 
albums as well as the videos that would soon be available through the 
club. I wasn't really sure what to say about these things, except that 
the "photo albums" would be printed up to look like a magazine, 
complete with brief articles, if submitted, describing the photos and 
the kids who are in them. Artwork would also be printed in the photo 
albums. I knew Aaron could contribute to this very easily. The videos 
would include video excerpts from various D.B.A. meetings as well as 
video clips sent in by members of their own home videos of themselves 
in diapers. I had plenty of material to submit for this.
	Everyone also wanted to know about was the Jamboree that was 
listed with the "Cloth Diaper" membership. I didn't have a lot of 
information on this, but the idea was for the "Cloth Diaper" members to 
be invited to an annual meeting to be held at a camp outside of Los 
Angeles. There was talk of allowing the lower members to come, too, but 
all of this was in its planning stages. In fact, the whole membership 
structure wasn't final. The club just wanted to get an idea to see if 
its existing members would adopt such a system. I had a good feeling 
that all four issues would pass, and D.B.A. would quickly grow to 
become the diaper club that I wanted it to become.
	After everyone turned in their ballots Diane asked us what kind 
of pizza we liked and offered to buy pizza for the whole group. I told 
her about the pepperoni pizza special going on at Lisa's place of work, 
so this made it easier to decide what we all wanted. Diane placed the 
call and said she'd go pick it up while she went out to get copies of 
the story lists.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 129
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	Diane and her friend Karen were gone for several minutes while 
they were out on their pizza run. During this time Aaron showed us his 
diaper videos that Diane had taken of him ever since they opened their 
camera shop and got their first video camera four years ago when Aaron 
was six years old. Diane was ten at the time.
	The first shot showed Aaron on his hands and knees on the living 
room floor where he was busy coloring. Diane was behind him, taking 
shots of his very well diapered backside, abundantly pinned up, of 
course. He also had on socks and a shirt, of course, but no pants. 
Diane narrated as she took the shot. She stood back at a distance as to 
not give away her presence.
	"This is my little brother Aaron," Diane said quietly in her 
younger sounding voice. "He's six years old and he still wears diapers. 
My Mom and Dad gave up on potty training him when he was five, so now 
he's gonna go to first grade in diapers. Mom and Dad say he's a boy and 
boys are harder to toilet train. Mom and Dad are right, because I was 
out of diapers when I was two years old, ha ha ha. It makes me glad I 
was born a girl."
	Diane then zoomed in for a close-up shot of Aaron's whitely 
covered bottom and then resumed her narration.
	"As you can see, he has no pants on, and you wanna know why? 
Because they don't fit over his diapers, which means he has to let 
*all* of his diapered butt to show and he can't cover it up, he he he. 
I can see his dia-pers, I can see his dia-pers! I betcha he went poop 
in them already, but I'd have to get closer and smell it. You can't see 
it because his diapers are really, really thick and he always wears 
lots and lots of diapers. I even put his diapers on him and I used six 
diapers on him. I used to diaper my dolls, but they got boring, and 
they're girl dolls, so one day I told them that they're all potty 
trained. My brother's more fun to diaper anyway. I think he likes 
wearing diapers, because his little thingie is always sticking up 
whenever I change him, and Mom says that boys' thingies do this when 
they like something."
	We were all laughing as we listened to Diane as a ten-year-old 
girl talk about her brother's diapers. I was getting hard as listening 
to Diane's pre-teen girl voice was bringing back fairly recent 
flashbacks from when Lisa and Cindy were around that age when they 
first started diapering me. Hearing a girl say "my brother's thickly 
diapered poopy butt" aroused me greatly.
	Aaron then explained that he didn't know that he was being 
videotaped at the time and that Diane had approached him, carrying the 
camera as if she hadn't turned it on yet. She asked him to do some 
video shots of her, telling him which button to press. The next scene 
showed Diane, who sported her long red hair then. She was tall for her 
age, but she was also considerably slimmer. The camera was shaky as 
six-year-old Aaron was handling it. Diane then did her own narration as 
she spoke while Aaron took shots of her.
	"Now, look at me, I'm ten years old, I'm a girl, and I get to 
wear pants, unlike my brother, because he wears diapers and I don't." 
Diane then turned her rear end to the camera and said, "see, no bulge 
in my pants!"
	Diane then continued to model her jeans, flaunting the fact that 
she could wear them and not have to go around in diapers.
	"How do I turn it off?" Aaron was heard asking in his more 
youthful voice. The picture was jumping and shaking as Aaron was 
handling the camera trying to figure out how to turn it off. A few more 
seconds of this went on and then the scene was back to Aaron, who was 
now well aware of the camera being on him. At the time he was 
embarrassed and shy about being videotaped in his diapers.
	"Don't! Turn it off!" Aaron was saying as Diane had backed him 
into a corner. Meanwhile, Diane was running the camera, approaching her 
little brother in diapers.
	"I can see your diapers! I can see your diapers! Look at all 
those DIAPER pins! Boy, Aaron, do you have a lot of diapers on, or 
what?"
	"Stop!" Aaron pleaded again. He then managed to slip out of the 
corner that he was in. Diane followed close behind with the camera. 
Aaron could barely walk, let alone run in his thick diapers. He waddled 
like a toddler as he ran to his room.
	"My sheets!" Aaron exclaimed as he realized that his bedding had 
been stripped off his bed so that it could be washed. Apparently he was 
wanting to get under the covers so that he could hide from the camera, 
but he couldn't.
	"Ha ha! Mom's washing your covers, so you can't hide!"
	"Turn it off!" Aaron pleaded again.
	"Why? It's too late now, and besides, it's not like I don't see 
you in diapers every day, poopy stink-butt!"
	"Don't call me that!" Aaron said.
	"Why not? That's what you have, but then, you don't have a choice 
since when you gotta poop you have to do it IN YOUR DIAPERS!!! POOPY 
STINK-BUTT!!!"
	Needless to say, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the video and 
laughing. As I looked around I could see that several of the boys were 
idly rubbing themselves on the fronts of their diapers.
	"If any of you need to leave to take a 'break', if you know what 
I mean, feel free to use my bedroom," Aaron told the boys.
	"We're all boys, man, if you need to wank, just do it right 
here," Luke said. With this, he began rubbing himself more vigorously. 
Nobody seemed to mind him doing this, although Jimmy appeared to be 
taken aback somewhat by seeing this. I had a feeling he wasn't very 
comfortable being around so many other boys who all but worshipped 
diapers. Luke brought himself to ejaculation, seemingly oblivious to 
the fact that everyone was watching him.
	"You sure you can watch the rest of this?" Aaron asked Luke.
	"Yeah, I think so," Luke said as he collapsed as he came off of 
his "diaper high."
	"I should have saved it," he said.
	We had watched about twenty minutes of the video so far. By this 
time Aaron had gotten used to Diane taking videos of him in diapers. 
She went up to him while he was sitting on the floor, this time playing 
with his Legos. He was sitting with his legs widely spread apart, 
showing the thick folds of cloth that formed the wide, bulky crotch of 
his diapers. He looked up at Diane as she interviewed him.
	"So Aaron, tell me what you're wearing."
	"Uh, my shirt, and my socks, and..."
	"What else?" Diane prompted Aaron.
	"My, uhhh, diapers," Aaron said quietly.
	"Are you wearing any pants?"
	Aaron shook his head, causing his long, blonde hair to shake 
along with it.
	"Why not?" Diane asked.
	"I can't wear them over my diapers," Aaron answered quietly.
	"Why's that?"
	"Because, they're too thick." Aaron ran his hand over the front 
of his diaper.
	"How many diapers are you wearing?"
	"I dunno."
	"Look down at your crotch and count the layers," Diane told him. 
Aaron obediently proceeded to check and see how many diapers he had on.
	"One, two, three, four, five, six...seven...eight."
	"Eight?"
	"Yeah."
	"You're wearing eight diapers?"
	"Yeah."
	"That's a lot of diapers, huh?"
	"Uh huh."
	"How many pins are there in your diapers?"
	Aaron looked down and counted the pins in his topmost diaper. He 
came up with twelve, but then said, "but there's more pins in the 
diapers underneath."
	"We won't count those," Diane said. "I've only got a two-hour 
tape here."
	Diane then asked Aaron to get up and turn around and show off his 
diapered butt. Aaron didn't resist his sister's requests as she had 
Aaron pose in several different positions for the video.
	"You can sit back down now," she said. She then zoomed in on 
Aaron's crotch and asked, "Are you wet?"
	Aaron just nodded silently.
	"How about poopy?"
	Again, Aaron just nodded.
	"Do you need a diaper change?" Diane asked him. Aaron just 
nodded.
	"Well, brother, I diapered you up pretty heavily, so I think you 
can go awhile longer before I change you."
	At this point Jay got up from the room. He asked where Aaron's 
bedroom was. Aaron pointed it out to him. While Luke tried to encourage 
Jay to stick around and relieve his feelings right in the living room, 
but Jay was more inhibited and he needed privacy, so Luke respected 
this and Jay proceeded towards Aaron's bedroom.
	"So where's your bathroom?" Bryce asked. The whole room suddenly 
became quiet.
	"You're shitting me!" Aaron exclaimed loudly.
	"Well, I just shit myself," Bryce said.
	"You aren't going to use the toilet, are you?" Aaron asked Bryce.
	"Hell no!" Bryce replied.
	"If you need to change your diaper, wait until Diane and Karen 
get back."
	"I need some, you know, some privacy," Bryce said.
	"Oh, okay, sure," Aaron said. Seeing that Bryce needed some 
privacy to play with himself struck me curiously. He was only eleven. 
It had been awhile since I had seen him without diapers on. I figured 
that he couldn't come yet, but he could probably bring on the sensation 
of an orgasm.
	A moment later Diane and Karen returned. Karen came racing into 
the house, carrying four two-liter bottles of soda. She quickly set 
them down on the counter in the kitchen and then she went heading 
towards the bathroom.
	"Why didn't you go at the pizza place?" Diane asked her friend.
	"They only had two stalls and they were both in use!" Karen said 
as she ran towards the bathroom door.
	"You could have used the men's room," Diane suggested jokingly. 
"If these boys here are any indication of how often males use toilets, 
then it was probably empty in there."
	"Wait! Karen! Don't go in--" Aaron shouted to Karen, but it was 
too late as she had already opened the door.
	"-- there," Aaron finished his now needless imperative. I 
visualized what Karen must have seen as she entered the bathroom, 
seeing Bryce lying on the floor with his legs widely spread apart 
rubbing his heavy diapers.
	"Oops, sorry about that," Karen backed away, looking embarrassed 
as she came back into the living room and shut the door.
	"Who's in there?" Diane asked Karen. Diane was obviously puzzled, 
wondering why any of us boys would be in the bathroom such that privacy 
was needed, considering that all of us were in diapers.
	"Bryce is in there," I said.
	"What for?" Diane asked, looking even more dumbfounded.
	"He's having a 'boy moment', if you know what I mean," Karen 
said. "I can wait, I don't have to go *that* badly."
	"Doesn't matter to us, since we all wear diapers," Aaron said.
	"I'll pass on the diapers, thank you," Karen said, sounding 
almost resentful that there was any slight insinuation that she try 
wearing diapers. Bryce then came out of the bathroom. His face was red, 
which I wasn't sure if it was from exertion or from embarrassment.
	"Did you remember to put the seat back down?" Karen asked Bryce. 
This caught Bryce off guard as he said, "huh?"
	"Never mind," Karen said as she got up and went into the 
bathroom.
	"Very funny, Karen!" Diane laughed. "Did he put the seat down!"
	"As long as my dad isn't home, the toilet seat pretty much stays 
where it is," Diane said. She then looked at what we had been watching 
since she and Karen left.
	"Watching your diaper videos again, I see," Diane said. "I 
remember when I shot this one. You've sure come a long ways since then, 
poopy stink-butt!"
	Aaron smiled at his sister's acknowledgement of the usual 
condition of this portion of his anatomy, and consequentially, the 
condition of the diapers thereupon. Diane then turned to the group and 
said, "he used to hate it when I called him poopy stink-butt."
	"So, anyone for pizza?" Diane asked. As expected, the group 
responded unanimously. Diane went into the kitchen with us, the dozen 
diapered boys following her. In the interest of maintaining order, 
Diane told us to form a line, "just like at the school cafeteria." 
Diane grabbed a stack of plates and set some forks and napkins out.
	"Do non-members get pizza, too?" Jay asked.
	"Of course," Diane said. "Besides, this is on me, it's my treat."
	"Thanks," several of the boys said to her.
	We all grabbed two or three slices of pizza each and got some 
drinks as well. There were two bottles of Coke, one Sprite and one 
Barq's root beer. Aaron helped Diane set out several glasses with ice 
in them. We then went back to the living room and watched more of 
Aaron's diaper videos.
	"Oh my gosh, is that you, Aaron?" Karen asked as she came out of 
the bathroom and saw Aaron, now age seven, donning a mega-set of 
diapers in the video.
	"Yep, sure is," Aaron replied. At this point a diaper change 
scene was about to appear.
	"Uhhh, you might want to fast-forward through this part, Aaron," 
Diane suggested.
	"What? It's not like we don't all have the same thing down 
there," Aaron said.
	"Except us, me and Diane, that is," Karen said to Aaron.
	"It's not that," Diane said. "We're all eating pizza right now, 
and I don't think everyone wants to look at shit-filled diapers while 
eating."
	"I wanna look at shit-filled diapers!" Nathan spoke up.
	"Then take yours off and look at your own," Luke said.
	"That'll be my job," Diane said. "How are you boys doing? How 
many of you are wet? Raise your hands."
	I looked around and saw that all twelve of us had peed our 
diapers by this time.
	"Okay, how many of you are poopy?"
	My hand went up, as did Tony's, Bryce's, Luke's, Nathan's, 
Aaron's, Derek's, Steven's, Jay's, and Peter's. Only Jimmy and Jason 
had clean butts in the group.
	"Looks like we got our work cut out for us," Diane said.
	"Uhh, excuse me? What's with the 'we?'" Karen asked as she 
momentarily retracted from taking her next bite of pizza.
	"Well, the boys all have 'wee' in their diapers, and most of them 
have 'doo-doo', too," Diane said while smiling, using potty terms that 
were best suited for a three-year-old.
	"I meant 'we' as in you and me," Karen clarified.
	"I know what you meant," Diane said, "It was just a play on words 
and I couldn't resist."
	"You don't really expect me to change diapers, do you?" Karen 
asked.
	"You've changed diapers before, haven't you?" Diane asked Karen.
	"Yeah, my niece, a couple times," Karen said.
	"How old is your niece?" I asked Karen, wanting to make sure that 
the niece in question was not too old to be wearing diapers.
	"She's three now," Karen replied.
	"And she's now potty trained, right?"
	"Yeah, I think she is, I don't see her that often. Why?"
	"Around here, girls and diapers are like oil and water," Diane 
explained. "Any time a girl is mentioned, especially a younger girl, 
the boys all want to make sure they're not wearing diapers."
	"So I see," Karen said.
	"You'll be a mother someday, and whether it's a boy or a girl, 
you'll have at least two years of changing diapers, so you might as 
well get used to it," Diane said, hoping to persuade Karen to offer her 
assistance.
	"Hopefully that won't be for awhile," Karen said. "I don't want 
to make the same mistake as my sister. That's why I became an aunt when 
I was thirteen."
	"You have a nephew on the way, too," Diane mentioned. "Count on 
at least three years of diapers with him."
	"Babies are one thing," Karen said. "These are big, grown boys."
	"So? They just have bigger butts, so they wear bigger diapers, 
and they leave bigger poops in them," Diane said. "Look, I'll do the 
dirty work. You can fold the diapers and help out with the pins and 
stuff."
	"Okay," Karen agreed hesitantly.
	"When are we getting diaper changes?" Derek asked.
	"After the meeting," Diane said. "You're all diapered enough to 
last a week."
	"I'm not," Jimmy said. Looking at his diaper, it was very soaked 
and he was in need of a diaper change.
	"Have you pooped in your diaper yet?" Diane asked.
	"No, I only pee in my diapers."
	"Around here, all boys pee and poop in their diapers," Diane told 
him.
	"But I usually don't."
	"So, you take your diaper off every time you need to poop?" Diane 
asked Jimmy.
	"Yeah," he said. "Unless I have an accident."
	"Do you even bother wiping your butt then?" Nathan asked Jimmy.
	"No," Jimmy replied shyly. "The diaper goes in the garbage 
anyway."
	"So why not shit in it?" Tony asked as he turned his disposable-
diapered butt to Jimmy to demonstrate that he had done just this.
	"They put all this padding back there for a reason, you know," 
Tony added.
	"It soaks up the pee, but I don't crap in it."
	"Oh come on, try it just this once," I tried to persuade Jimmy.
	"I forgot to bring any clean diapers," Jimmy said.
	"Don't worry about that, Aaron's got plenty of diapers."
	"Does he have disposables?" Jimmy asked.
	"Yeah, but he just wears those to school," Diane said. "Look, 
just try pooping in it and I'll get you all cleaned up."
	Jimmy looked embarrassed as he thought about Diane changing his 
diaper and wiping up his poop. In spite of this, I could see that Jimmy 
had pitched a tent in the front of his diaper. Diane smiled as I could 
see that her eyes were focused intently on the evidence of his aroused 
male anatomy. The fact that he had on thinner diapers made his erection 
appear even more pronounced.
	"Do you have to shit right now?" I asked Jimmy.
	"Yeah, I do," he said. Diane got up and went to the bathroom and 
she locked the door. Their bathroom had the type of lock that could be 
opened with a key, not the kind that you stuck a toothpick in the 
little hole to unlock it. Diane then went into the kitchen, where the 
key to the bathroom door had been kept.
	"I knew that lock would come in handy for something someday," 
Diane said.
	"You *do* have the key, don't you?" Karen asked.
	"Right here," Diane said as she turned the key back and forth, 
making its reflection glisten in the light. She then turned her plump 
rump clad in tight blue jeans to us and then slowly and tantalizingly 
tucked the key all the way down into her back pocket. I could see its 
outline in the denim fabric.
	"Looks like you don't have a choice now," Diane said as she 
retained her posterior posture for a moment longer, giving us boys a 
chance to savor the scene some more. We resumed then eating the pizza 
and watching the video, shit-filled diaper scenes and all. Nobody puked 
up their pizza on the carpet, though Karen elected not to watch these 
scenes.
	When the pizza was finished we resumed the meeting, but not 
before Jimmy was forced to take a shit in his diapers. While he was too 
shy to announce that he had taken a dump, the smell as well as the 
brown material leaking out the leg opening of his diaper indicated that 
he had done it. The awkward appearance on his face was also a good clue 
that he had crapped his diaper at last.
	"Congratulations, Jimmy!" I said as I went up to him and shook 
his hand. "You shit your diaper!"
	"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Luke said.
	"I guess not," Jimmy said, trying not to look embarrassed. "I'm 
just not used to it."
	"Hang around us and you'll get used to it," Peter said.
	"Not if my Mom has her way," Jimmy said.
	"What? Your mom doesn't let you poop in your diapers ever?" Tony 
asked Jimmy.
	"She gets mad at me if I use them for anything except to pee in," 
Jimmy said.
	"Relax, your mom ain't here," I said. "Shit all you want."
	"Well, I need my diaper changed first," Jimmy said.
	"Allow me to oblige," Diane said. She then called Jimmy over to 
her and directed him to Aaron's bedrooom.
	"Can we watch?" Derek asked, sounding excited.
	"No, I want to be alone," Jimmy told him. We knew Jimmy was shy, 
although he was starting to loosen up some now. We respected his 
privacy and felt that in time he would become more used to seeing and 
doing the things that go on in our diaper club meetings. While Jimmy 
was getting his butt wiped clean we continued to watch more of Aaron's 
diaper videos. It then occurred to Aaron that Jason was now the only 
boy who hadn't yet pooped his diaper.
	"You haven't crapped yet?" Aaron asked his friend, as if he were 
getting impatient.
	"Not yet, I think I'm constipated."
	"We can take care of that," Aaron said as he got up and went into 
the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a box of Ex-Lax. He had 
already removed two of the tablets.
	"Here, take two of these and call me in, oh, about an hour or 
so," Aaron said. Jason took the two tablets and swallowed them with his 
Coke.
	After ten minutes or so it seemed that Diane had spent a long 
time to change Jimmy's diaper since he was just getting a disposable 
diaper put on him, or so I thought. When Diane came out of Aaron's 
bedroom, Jimmy came waddling behind her. She had put him into a very 
thick stack of cloth diapers.
	"I talked him into it," Diane said. Jimmy looked embarrassed, but 
I could tell that he was actually having the time of his life now, as 
were the rest of us.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 130
----------------------------

	After taking what amounted to over an hour break, we resumed the 
D.B.A. meeting at long last. Next item on the agenda was entitled, 
"Toilet Training Anonymous." Each member was allowed to speak before 
the group and tell his horror story about his toilet training 
experiences and how he became interested in wearing diapers. Bryce 
decided to go up first with his story.
	"Well, I was toilet trained before I was three," Bryce started 
after nervously clearing his throat. " My sister Gina helped me with 
this story since she could remember what it was like when I was going 
through potty training. I do remember that I didn't like it, though. 
Because my sister Gina was toilet trained before she was two and a 
half, my parents thought that I should be, too. One day I asked mom why 
she wasn't putting a diaper on me, and she said, 'because you're 
getting to be a big boy, and big boys use the potty.'"
	At this point everyone started booing and hissing, not because 
Bryce was doing anything wrong, but because of how we all felt about 
this bullshit line of crap that parents use on getting their boys out 
of diapers, what a shame! Bryce continued.
	"So I asked my Mom what I was gonna wear then, and she handed me 
something that I thought was a diaper, but it was very, very thin. It 
was still white, so I thought it was a diaper, but it had some stripes 
around the waist. Mom said they were 'big boy' underwear (more booing). 
I told mom that I thought it was a diaper, but she said, 'no honey, 
it's not a diaper. It's *underwear!*' She helped me put them on and she 
told me that if I feel like I have to go potty, then run to the 
bathroom and sit on my little potty seat. (booing). Gina told me that I 
had an accident right away."
	Bryce's story was interrupted by a loud round of cheering upon 
hearing about his accident. He then continued.
	"Gina had to help clean me up, but she said she wouldn't do it, 
so I stood there and cried in my poopy underwear and waited for Mom to 
come help me. She cleaned me up and told me that I had to try again. 
She put another pair of that god-awful thin underwear on me (booing) 
and told me that the minute that I feel like I have to go potty, to run 
to the bathroom."
	Bryce continued his story, filling in a few details on his own 
that he couldn't recall, but for the most part it seemed that he 
remembered his experiences pretty well from being potty trained.
	"When Mom saw that I was confusing the plain white underwear with 
diapers, she started having me wear underwear with cute little cartoons 
on them, telling me not to go poop on Mickey Mouse. God, how I wish I 
didn't fall for that. I pooped in them a couple times, but Mom made me 
feel bad about it and she actually got me to cry as I watched her throw 
away my shit-stained Mickey Mouse underwear. She then said she'd buy me 
some more, but only if I promised to keep them clean.
	"And then came the Dark Ages, I was declared toilet trained," 
Bryce said in a somber voice. "For the next several years I was using 
the toilet. I had a few accidents still, and I didn't always wipe very 
well. Mom didn't like it when I had poopy underwear, and every time she 
did my wash and found my poopy underwear she'd call me and show it to 
me and make me feel bad. She did it in front of Gina, too, just to 
embarrass me more. Gina laughed at me every time I got in trouble for 
leaving poop in my underwear.
	"I think that's when I started thinking about how I would like to 
try wearing diapers again, because diapers you could poop in them and 
you didn't have to go to the toilet each time, and every time I saw a 
diaper commercial on TV I would feel my little dick get all hard, so I 
would start to play with it, especially when I was in just my 
underwear. Mom saw me do it a couple times and she told me to do it in 
my room. I don't think she knew that I was doing it because I saw a 
diaper commercial on TV, but she did see me doing it when I was going 
through one of her magazines and looking for all the diaper ads. I even 
ripped diaper ads out of Mom's magazines after she threw them in the 
trash and then I'd look at them every night before going to bed and 
play with my weenie some more, wishing that I could wear diapers. I 
looked at my underwear, which was all white again, and pretended that 
it was a diaper, but I didn't think about putting on extra pairs, and I 
wish I did. It wasn't long before I got put into diapers anyway."
	"So when did that happen?" Luke interrupted, eagerly wanting to 
know.
	"A couple months later, I think," Bryce continued. "One day when 
I went with my sister Gina to see her friend Cindy I found out that her 
brother Chris was wearing diapers. And these weren't just your regular 
Pampers, either, I mean, these were BIG cloth diapers! I didn't think 
they made diapers as big as the ones Chris had on!"
	I looked at Bryce with a grin as he continued to describe in 
detail what he remembered seeing that day. Bryce continued some more.
	"So I got Chris' sisters to diaper me just like they diapered him 
and I loved it. I wanted to keep wearing diapers from that point, and 
well, to keep a long story from getting too much longer, my Mom found 
out about it and decided that she was going to keep me in diapers 
forever, and to this day, I haven't since then shit or pissed in a 
toilet even once!"
	The boys cheered on this as Bryce was about to conclude his 
interesting, albeit long-winded story. He fielded questions from the 
boys which included how he dealt with wearing diapers in school and how 
often he was changed. Bryce concluded his oratory by saying, "I'll 
never go back to using a toilet again!"
	The group clapped and cheered, much in the same way a group of 
former drinkers would cheer for a guy who claimed to be sober forever 
with no intentions of ever getting drunk again. This was "Toilet 
Training Anonymous", after all.
	Nathan was next to speak. He didn't have any toilet training 
story to tell for the simple reason that he was never toilet trained. 
He explained the bladder infection he suffered as a toddler and how 
this permanently affected his bladder to the point that toilet training 
would have been pointless. He also explained how because he was in 
diapers all the time that he never developed any bowel control, either, 
and consequently, wound up being a 24/7 diaper wearer from birth. 
Everyone cheered at his "achievement."
	Luke then had his turn in the spotlight:
	"I was toilet trained at almost four years of age and at the time 
I had thought nothing of the fact that my little brother wore diapers, 
being that he was a baby only a few months old. My Mom told me that 
after Nathan was born that this set back my toilet training progress 
(cheers from the group) and felt that wetting and messing myself would 
get me the same attention that my little brother was now getting every 
time he needed his diaper changed. Instead, this only got me in 
trouble, even spanked a couple of times. I was made to use the toilet, 
with my parents constantly reminding me that my fourth birthday was 
coming and that (using a mocking voice) 'no four year old boy of mine 
is going to be wearing diapers.' (Mass booing ensued from the group 
upon Luke's mention of this.) A week before my fourth birthday I was 
declared toilet trained.
	"I didn't think about the fact that Nathan was still in diapers 
and that my mom and dad weren't trying to toilet train him like they 
did me. By then I was five years old. I asked my Mom why he wasn't 
being potty trained and my Mom told me about the incident that Luke had 
about a year before, which at the time I didn't know what was going on, 
just that Luke was sick and in the hospital for a few days. Mom then 
told me that Nathan would always be wearing diapers. Man, was I bummed! 
All I could think about was this. Why couldn't have *I* been so lucky? 
I don't know why, but every time I looked at Nathan going around in 
diapers I felt my dick get tingly and it would stiffen up and I liked 
this. I wanted to wear his diapers and I started sneaking them. I got 
away with it for awhile, but then Mom caught me in the bathroom one day 
taking off a diaper that I peed and pooped in. Mom was really mad and 
she asked me why I was wearing Nathan's diapers. I told her that I just 
wanted to find out what they were like. She yelled at me and told me 
not to do it again, but I did. Mom caught me again and then she started 
counting Nathan's diapers in front of me, telling me that there better 
not be any diapers missing next time she changed Nathan's diaper. Then 
she started numbering them and writing a little number on each diaper. 
I mean, sheez.
	"I couldn't help myself. I kept wanting Nathan's diapers so much. 
Mom made it even harder for me to ignore Nathan because she never put 
pants on him when he was home and I could always see him in his 
diapers. Mom did this to make checking and changing Nathan's diapers 
easier. The hardest part was when I watched Mom change Nathan. God, I 
much I wanted to be the one on that changing pad getting my butt and 
balls wiped, and how much I wanted a thick, white fluffy diaper on my 
butt to poop in. I wished I could tell Mom that I wanted to be 
diapered, too, but I knew she'd say no.
	"Finally, last summer my parents finally gave up and let me wear 
diapers all summer long along with Nathan. I thought I had finally 
gotten my way, but then my parents changed their mind when it was time 
for school to start. Well, thanks to Chris and Tony here, they helped 
me to get my diapers back and I couldn't be happier. My parents accept 
the fact that I like to wear diapers and decided that since Nathan has 
to wear them anyway and that he enjoys them, that there's really no 
reason why I can't wear them, too."
	Luke took a bow as everyone clapped and cheered upon completion 
of his story. Next it was Aaron's turn. I knew his story would be good.
	"Well, I pretty much went through the same thing as everyone else 
here, except for Nathan of course, you lucky bastard, you!" Aaron was 
being facetious of course and everyone smiled. Aaron then continued.
	"I was five years old and still in diapers when my parents really 
put on pressure to toilet train me. Like Bryce's sister, my sister 
Diane was out of diapers when she was two and so my parents thought 
that I should be out of diapers by then, too. I mean, come on, I'm a 
boy, and boys toilet train later than girls do!"
	A round of cheering burst out. I was pleased to see how 
enthusiastic the boys in this group were. I could count on gaining some 
new members for sure, assuming that the motions that we voted on would 
pass. Aaron continued.
	"Sometimes Diane would diaper me because she didn't like putting 
diapers on her dolls. She told me that they don't pee and poop their 
diapers, and that they're girl dolls and that only boys should wear 
diapers. (more raucous cheering). I don't know when or how she got 
thinking this.
	Diane then broke in and spoke, almost as if being cued to do so 
somehow.
	"It was when I was nine years old and I knew a girl in school 
named Rhonda, and her six-year-old brother wore diapers and she 
diapered him because he kept pooping on her stuff every time he got mad 
at her. Her parents said that she could diaper him to add to the 
punishment. Oh, and just so you know, she really diapered him really 
thickly using lots of diapers and pins on him since she didn't want him 
taking the diapers off and getting poop all over her stuff. Trust me, 
he didn't. Rhonda said that all boys should wear diapers anyway and I 
agreed. She let me diaper her brother a couple times and thought it was 
fun, so that's when I tried diapering Aaron. He thought it was fun, 
too, so I'd sneak into his bedroom and diaper him after Mom and Dad 
went to bed."
	"Do your parents know about this?" I asked, surprised that I 
hadn't heard Aaron tell me about this yet.
	"Nope," Diane said. "It's something we kept a secret until now 
and we both agreed to share it here at the meeting. I think we can 
trust all of you not to tell anyone."
	"How old were you at the time?" I asked Aaron.
	"I was four," he said. "I was about to turn five."
	"Whatever happened to your friend Rhonda?" I asked Diane.
	"She moved away," Diane replied. I was disappointed to hear this 
since I wanted to find out more about Rhonda's brother.
	"Do you still keep in touch with her?"
	"No, that was it," Diane said.
	"I'd sure like to know how this boy is doing now," I said. Doing 
some quick math in my head, I figured that this boy had to be close to 
my age. Aaron then continued his story.
	"I was about to go into kindergarten when my parents told me that 
if I didn't start using the toilet that when I went to kindergarten 
that they'd make me go in just my diapers in front of all the other 
kids, who would laugh at me because I was still wearing diapers and 
they were all using the potty. My parents still kept my diapers around, 
and Diane would diaper me whenever she got the chance.
	"After I got older I outgrew the diapers and Mom got rid of them. 
I was bummed as hell. Diane still wanted to diaper me, but of course 
she couldn't. She came into my room one night and saw me lying there in 
my white underwear. She said that I looked like I was wearing a diaper 
and said that if my underwear was thicker, I'd have a diaper again. She 
then started tossing me my underwear and told me to put it all on. 
After I put on a few pairs Diane said she wanted to finish, so she had 
me lie down while she kept putting my underwear on.
	"Did you ever pee or poop in them?" Tony asked.
	"Not until I was seven," Aaron said. "That's when I got caught, 
and that's when my parents said that I was going to wear real diapers 
from then on. They took me to Kidz Klothes and Mom bought a whole bunch 
of diapers. Right when we got home Mom diapered me up, and then Diane 
started taking a whole bunch of pictures of me in my diapers."
	"I haven't used a toilet ever since," Aaron said as he prepared 
to conclude his story. The boys cheered as he mentioned this.
	"I've been a one hundred percent DIAPER BOY ever since then and I 
love it! I went to school in diapers and the kids all teased me and 
laughed, but I didn't care. The only friends I wanted were other boys 
who wear diapers, too. I didn't know it until then, but Jason and Peter 
said they also liked to wear diapers, and that's how we became friends. 
Since then I have been drawing and painting pictures of myself and 
other boys in diapers, and diapers is about the only thing I do with my 
time."
	After the applause and cheering died down, it was Derek's turn to 
tell his story. He was quiet and shy about it, but everyone listened to 
him patiently.
	"Well, I was potty trained at three," he began. "My mom got 
really mad when I had an accident. In fact, my Mom and Dad got divorced 
because I was still wearing diapers--"
	A pregnant pause followed, then Derek said, "and other things, 
too." He then continued.
	"Since my sister was out of diapers before she was three my Mom 
and Dad thought that I should be, too."
	"She's a girl, and you're a boy, what did your mom and dad 
expect?" Luke said.
	"Yeah, really!" Nathan replied.
	"My parents were the same way," I said, noting that having older 
sisters setting a precedent for toilet training expectations seemed to 
be a common experience among the boys in the group. Derek continued.
	"My Mom made me go to the toilet all the time and she even had my 
sister Jennie try to help me. My Mom was tired of me wearing diapers, 
so she made me go without diapers and I ended up peeing and pooping my 
pants a lot. Then when my brother Steven was three he was still in 
diapers. Mom yelled at him a lot, too, and my dad got tired of it, so 
he left, and now I don't have a daddy at home."
	Derek looked like he wanted to cry. I told him that it's okay and 
that he doesn't have to talk about his mom and dad getting divorced. I 
had a feeling there was more to the divorce story than Derek would 
understand, so to Derek, it was because of his mom yelling at him and 
Steven for not using the toilet.
	"Just tell us how you got to wearing diapers again," I told 
Derek. I went up to him and put my arm around him. I stayed with him as 
he told the rest of his story.
	"After my Mom and Dad divorced we moved, and Steven was still in 
diapers because he got in trouble whether he tried using the toilet or 
not. We moved next door to Chris, and I found out that Chris wears 
diapers, and that's also when my Mom decided not to toilet train Steven 
anymore and just keep him in diapers and baby him. I was kind of 
jealous, and seeing that Chris got to wear diapers, too, that's when I 
really wanted to wear diapers. I'd go over to Chris' house and his 
sister would put diapers on me. Then I'd go home and put on a whole 
bunch of underwear and pretend I had diapers on. Then my sister found 
out and my Mom found out, so that's when Mom decided that I would be 
wearing diapers from now on."
	Derek was pretty much done at that point. Everyone loved his 
story. We finished the session with Tony and I each telling our stories 
about how we wound up in diapers.
	As if we were a group of World War II veterans gathered around 
sharing war stories, Tony had a "war story" of his own, that is, the 
war against the potty.
	"I was only two years old when my parents started toilet training 
me," Nathan started. "My Mom and Dad were married at the time, so I had 
my Dad around to show me how to use the toilet. Since I was their first 
child they didn't know what to expect and they just assumed that all 
kids were ready to be potty trained at that age, even boys-- yeah 
right, what a load of shit!"
	A round of cheering followed, Even Jimmy, who had been keeping 
quiet, was now starting to get in on the fun. Tony continued.
	"My Mom got me a little potty chair," Tony continued, using a 
mocking voice, "and she said 'that's where you go potty, not in your 
diaper.' I thought my potty chair was stupid, so I kicked it one day 
after Mom got mad at me for not using it. Mom was mad, because it 
spilled pee all over the floor. My Mom kept trying to potty train me 
while Dad was at work, but then Mom gave up and waited for my Dad to 
come home and then show me how to go potty. At first I didn't want to 
do it, but Dad got really mad and even spanked me a couple times and he 
yelled at me, so I got really scared and started using the potty. I 
think I was three years old by the time I was potty trained. By then my 
sister Kara was about a year old, and of course she was still in 
diapers. I didn't really think about wearing diapers then, since Mom 
always kept Kara dressed and I hardly ever saw her in just her diapers. 
When it was her turn to potty train she was a lot easier about it. Mom 
then rubbed it in my face, reminding me that Kara was a lot quicker to 
potty train. I figured it was because Kara was a girl, which I later 
found out was true, that boys take longer to potty train."
	"Yeah!" Nathan stood up and shouted. "Way to go, boys!"
	Tony concluded his story by explaining how he wanted to try 
wearing diapers and had thought about it even before he knew that I was 
wanting to wear them. He recounted the day that he came over to play 
with my race car set with me and saw me in my super thick diapers. As 
for how his mom-- by then divorced-- had dealt with the issue, she was 
a lot more understanding and she let Tony wear diapers and didn't 
handle it like a punishment.
	Finally, it was my turn to present to the group my story. Before 
I began, I held up a printout of the story that I wrote when I was ten 
years old (with Lisa's proofreading assistance) on about how my 
difficult toilet training led to my desire to wear diapers. I called 
the story "Bringing Up the Diapered Rear." It was about twenty pages 
long printed on a nine-pin dot matrix printer. This was pretty good for 
a ten-year-old< I thought. I planned to submit this story to D.B.A. 
along with my forthcoming sequel, called "Diaper Desires", which covers 
the events of my life after I got put into diapers when I was eight 
years old. I had a ways to go on that story still.
	"Well, guys, here's my toilet training story," I said as I waved 
the printout before the group. I made sure they could all see the title 
page, which was printed in big letters using the Print Shop software, 
along with a very crude and blocky graphic of a baby in a diaper since 
that's all there was in the graphics library. It was the best that I 
could do at the time I printed it.
	"Don't wait for the movie, as much as I'd like there to be a 
movie about my toilet training, so I'll just tell you what I remember 
from my own writing here."
	"Hey, are you really gonna read all that?" Bryce asked us.
	"I was just using it as a guide, but if you want me to read all 
of it I will," I said. "Let's see how many of you can make it through 
my story without needing any 'breaks'."
	I proceeded with telling my story, exactly as I wrote it. Thank 
God for spell-checking on WordPerfect. As I read through it I could 
tell how much my writing abilities had improved in the last couple 
years. I began with reading the introduction in its entirety:

BRINGING UP THE *DIAPERED* REAR BY CHRIS BARRETT (With some help from 
my sister Lisa)

My name is Chris Barrett. I am 10 years old and I am in the 4th grade. 
This is my story about why I wear diapers and why I hated toilet 
training so much. First I'll tell you why I wear diapers even though 
most boys my age use the toilet. I wear diapers because I love to wear 
them. I love wearing diapers more than anything else. It's about all I 
ever think about. I love wearing diapers even more than I love to play 
with my favorite toy, which is Legos. If I had to pick between playing 
with Legos and wearing diapers it would be wearing diapers. I think I 
would even give up all my toys for wearing diapers if I had to. I wish 
all the boys in my school wore diapers because I think a lot of boys 
would look good with thick white diapers on their butts like I always 
have on mine.

Why do I say boys? Because only boys wear diapers. Girls don't wear 
diapers. I know this because I have 2 sisters, Lisa and Cindy, and they 
don't wear diapers. My sisters tell me that only boys wear diapers and 
it makes me glad that I am a boy because of this. Girls wear diapers 
when they are babies like boys, of course, but then girls get potty 
trained and don't wear diapers anymore. Boys get potty trained, too, 
just later, and then some of them come back to wearing diapers like me. 
I like to see that my sisters wear pants and use the toilet since every 
time I look at them and they tell me that I am a diaper boy I just love 
to hear them talk about their diaper-butt brother, which is what I am. 
I wish boys didn't have to be potty trained. I thing potty training 
sucks.

	A round of cheering came from the group. I could tell that many 
of the boys were getting highly aroused from listening to me read my 
first diaper story to them. I couldn't even refrain from exhibiting 
signs of sexual arousal as I kept rubbing myself up against the table 
behind which I was standing. I continued with reading the introduction 
to the story.

My sisters like to go around the house and tell me that they can wear 
pants because they don't wear diapers and don't poop in them, saying 
that's boy stuff and only boys do gross things like pooping in diapers. 
My diapers are way too thick for me to wear pants unless I am at school 
where I wear disposable diapers. At home I wear cloth diapers and I 
wear a LOT of them, too! They're really white and boy are they SUPER 
THICK and I can't even close my legs! I wear them thick so that they 
can hold a lot and so that it keeps me from getting poop on the chairs 
and the floors and my sisters say that it's so that they don't want to 
see or smell my poop and so that I can't wear my pants and make my 
diapers show all the way. I love going around in my really thick 
diapers because my 2 sisters always see me in them and they always tell 
me how BIG my BUTT looks and how cute I look waddling around and when I 
sit down how 3 INCHES OF DIAPERS sticks out from between my legs. I 
held a ruler up to it to measure it, and I could see all the diaper 
layers, too. I love to look down at my diapers and see how big they are 
there. They come up really high over my stomach and they go even higher 
over my butt so that they can hold more poop. My diapers would show way 
above my pants if I wore them. When I stand next Lisa my diapers come 
up just as high on me as her pants do on her, but she's taller and her 
pants come up high on her since she has big hips. I really love looking 
down at my crotch. It's really wide so that it can hold all the poop 
and boy, do I poop a lot in my diapers. You should see what my diapers 
look like when Lisa or Cindy takes them off. There's poop all over in 
my diapers, even up front where I peed, and pee gets to the back, too. 
It really stinks, too, but it smells better after they put powder on my 
butt and my dick and balls. My dick is always stiff when I am changed 
and it's stiff whenever I see myself in diapers or think about diapers 
or draw pictures of me or other boys in diapers. I can't take my mind 
off of diapers since I am always thinking about them. It feels really 
good when my dick gets stiff which is what I love about wearing diapers 
so much. I pee in them too since I can't take my diapers off to pee 
because Lisa uses a lot of pins in them, so I pee in my diapers but I 
like to talk about pooping in them more, so when I say poop this 
usually also means pee too. You should see how many diapers my sisters 
put on me. When I get home from school they tell me to take my pants 
off and go to my room. Then when we're in my room they take off my 
disposable diaper and wipe me up and put on cloth diapers. You should 
see how big the stack of diapers is when they get ready to DIAPER MY 
BUTT!!! They use lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS of diapers on 
me! Its like wearing lots of pairs of underwear like I used to do but 
since they're diapers they're a lot thicker. I used to wear ten pairs 
of underwear at a time but when I got put into diapers I felt like I 
was wearing A THOUSAND PAIRS!!!

	I couldn't go on any longer. I was at the point where I had to 
release my sexual tension at once. I decided to stop at this point and 
excuse myself. I felt funny challenging the group to make it through my 
story without succumbing to the urge to jack off (except for those 
whose reproductive organs were not developed enough to engage in such 
activity), only for me to lose this challenge myself.
	"I think I need to be excused," I said as I caught myself rubbing 
my frontal area in front of all the boys as well as Diane and Karen, 
both of whom gave me a knowing smile.
	"Looks like you couldn't make it through your own story!" Tony 
said as I ran into Aaron's bedroom desperately seeking relief in much 
the same way that a non-diaper-wearer on the verge of shitting his 
pants would run into a bathroom. I lay down on Aaron's bed and looked 
at his walls that were virtually completely covered with examples of 
his diaper boy drawings, not that I really needed the visual aids. Of 
course I looked at the drawings anyway as they depicted the very thing 
that I had described in my story intro. I was already on the verge of 
ejaculation, and in less than thirty seconds I was already coming in my 
diapers. I must have set a record today in the number of times I jacked 
off, and it was still only in the middle of the afternoon.
	I didn't spend long to rest up from my intense jack-off session 
since I knew the boys were waiting for me to tell them my actual toilet 
training story. I got up from Aaron's bed, feeling the hot spot that my 
head left on his pillow as I often did with my own pillows to measure 
how much energy my body expended each time I masturbated.
	"Sorry about that," I apologized to the group, but of course they 
were very understanding.
	"You haven't even gotten to your toilet training story yet," Luke 
said.
	"Right, I know," I said. "I'll just skip ahead and tell you that 
part. I don't think I could make it through the rest of the intro."
	"Whoa, that good, eh?" Nathan said.
	"I had to take three 'breaks' while reading the intro," Tony 
said.
	"If that's the intro, then I can only wonder what the story is 
like," Peter said.
	"Yeah, can we have copies of it?" Aaron asked.
	"If Diane will run to the store again, maybe," I said.
	"I'll make one for you, Aaron, but later on, okay?" Diane 
replied.
	"Just wait a little while and then you can order my story from 
the club," I told the boys who were all anxious as ever to find out 
what else I had written in the intro. For now I decided to tell them 
all the story of my toilet training, which was also made possible with 
the assistance of Lisa, Cindy and my Mom, all of whom had to deal with 
my stubbornness in using the toilet.
	As I went through the rest of my story I told everyone of the 
countless screaming and crying fits that I threw over being told to go 
use the potty. My mood had changed from arousal to an angry, resentful 
feeling as I thought back to all the horrible things that I went 
through when my Mom and Dad tried to toilet train me. It's about all I 
can remember from my early childhood. I was constantly yelled at and 
scolded and spanked. I was sent to the corner in the living room 
afterwards forced to sit my reddened butt on my potty chair in front of 
my sisters completely naked, not even a shirt. That was embarrassing. 
They put my potty chair out in the living room so I couldn't use the 
excuse of saying that someone else was in the bathroom whenever I 
pooped my pants. The one moment I will never be able to erase from my 
mind was when dad chained me to the toilet and locked me in the 
bathroom. I can still feel that cold chain tugging at my stomach along 
with watching Dad fasten the padlock to the chain, leaving the key 
within my sight but out of reach as he left the bathroom.
	Much of my parents' expectations to use the potty came from the 
fact that my two older sisters set a precedent by being out of diapers 
quickly and painlessly with little fuss. My Mom constantly told me how 
both Lisa and Cindy were glad to be out of diapers and proud of 
themselves for going to the potty all by themselves. Lisa was even 
reported to have hauled the unused diapers out of her room and into the 
garbage. Mom saved them instead to use on the next baby, in which case 
was Cindy. She, too, celebrated her separation from diapers by tossing 
them into the fireplace and asking Dad to burn them as per Lisa's 
suggestion. The diapers were put away once more in case they would be 
needed again, and they did. Thank God they weren't gender-specific 
diapers. In my case, there were no unused diapers to speak of and I had 
no intentions of destroying what precious few diapers remained when my 
Mom and Dad told me that I had one package of twenty diapers left. Mom 
opened the diaper package and pulled them all out. She then taped each 
diaper to the wall of my room, each of them with a number written on 
the diaper itself with a permanent marker. Each time I was taken in to 
get a diaper change Mom pulled the diaper down from my wall, reminding 
me of the remaining supply. "You have nineteen diapers left, Chris," I 
remember her saying. I didn't get worried until I saw that the supply 
had dwindled to five. Five wasn't a very big number even to a four-
year-old.
	I can clearly replay in my mind what I saw when Mom pulled down 
the diaper that was marked with a prominent red "1".
	"This is your LAST DIAPER!" Mom said, sounding disgusted, hoping 
that I wouldn't have reached this point. Lisa got several pictures of 
me in my "1" diaper as my photo albums prove. I remember trying 
desperately not to pee or poop in that last diaper. I even almost 
wanted to use the toilet just so I wouldn't lose the last diaper, which 
seemed highly ironic when I think back to it.
	I ended up peeing and pooping in that diaper anyway. Upon finding 
out that I had used this diaper, Mom came up to me and said, "Okay, 
Chris, that's it! No more diapers!"
	"No more diapers!" rang through my head repeatedly. Mom led me 
around my room and showed me that every drawer and every closet 
contained no diapers. She handed me a pair of "big boy" underwear and 
said that this was all I had from here on out. This didn't stop me from 
having accidents, and since I had no diapers left Mom was not about to 
buy any more. She told me that I could continue to wear wet and poopy 
pants until I decided to start using the potty. I pouted and begged and 
pleaded for more diapers, but Mom would not budge. I pounded my fists 
and kicked my feet on the floor to vent my frustration and 
disappointment, but to no avail. I did everything I could to protest 
the loss of my diapers. I even shit in the middle of the kitchen floor.
	It got to where Mom didn't even want to take me to the store with 
her. Not only did I embarrass her by pooping my pants in the middle of 
the store, but every time we approached the diaper aisle (she didn't 
pass through it for obvious reasons) I would *loudly* beg for her to 
buy me some diapers when other kids my age did the same thing when they 
wanted their moms to buy them candy or toys. Mom embarrassed me back by 
spanking me right there in the checkout line.
	The final straw came down when Mom told me that if I don't stop 
pooping my pants she would take me to see a doctor. She made this 
doctor sound like the meanest man in the world. She told me that he 
would make me stop pooping my pants. This sounded really serious, I 
thought, and only then was I threatened enough to resign myself to 
using the toilet.
	In spite of all I had written about my toilet training years, I 
still could not solve the elusive mystery of how my diaper fetish got 
started. I wasn't sure if it was the result of difficult toilet 
training or if I was simply predisposed to desiring diapers. Whatever 
it was, I was determined to get my diapers back yet. I concluded my 
story by explaining how, after I was enrolled in kindergarten, I would 
poop in my underpants, putting several pairs on at a time to make 
diapers out of them. This proved to be a lengthy and difficult battle 
between myself and my parents, and in the end, I finally won and got my 
diapers back.
	I was almost exhausted from talking for so long about my toilet 
training and the "dark ages" that fell in between the time I was 
declared potty trained and the time when I got my diapers back. The 
boys sat and listened and asked me questions. Derek and Steven got 
restless at times, though, which was to be expected since they were 
only seven and four years old, respectively.
	It was getting fairly late in the afternoon and some of the boys 
had to get home before too long.
	"Wait, there's one more thing I want to show you guys," Aaron 
said. He went into his room and came back out a moment later with a 
pool cue and two boards, each with a series of holes drilled into the 
top halves of them, six holes in a vertical line. The boards, each of 
them about three feet high, were mounted perpendicularly to another 
board which served as a base. Aaron set them down on the floor, still 
holding the pool cue. I remembered seeing the pool cue in Aaron's 
bedroom, briefly wondering what it was for, but I didn't think much 
about it otherwise.
	"What are those things?" I asked Aaron.
	"It's my diaper thickness tester that I was telling you about," 
he told us.
	"Okay, so what's with the pool stick?" I asked quizzically.
	"Bend over and I'll demonstrate," Aaron said with a big smile. 
Before I complied with Aaron's request he showed me what was on the 
other end of the pool cue. A long, sharp needle taken from a large 
syringe was mounted into the tip of the cue. The exposed portion of the 
needle was two inches long.
	"I get it," I said. "You're going to jab that needle into my 
diapered butt and if I can feel it then my diapers aren't thick enough, 
right?"
	"You got it!" Aaron said, proud of me for figuring this whole 
thing out.
	"Well, I think my diapers are thick enough that I'm safe," I 
said. With this, I walked towards the wood piece with the holes in it, 
their purpose now more evident. It wasn't until I looked at the board 
more closely did I notice that the words DIANE'S DIAPER THICKNESS 
TESTER were etched into the wood. Below this was an etching of a 
diapered butt, presumably that of a boy even though there was no 
indication of the gender. The diaper area was painted white and the 
board was finished with lacquer. Whoever made it sure was serious about 
it.
	"Who made this?" I asked Aaron.
	"Whose name is on it?" Diane asked while she had the camera 
trained on me.
	"You made it?" I asked Diane, sounding incredulous. God how I 
felt like a male chauvinist right now.
	"I made it in wood shop," she said.
	"Wow, so you work with wood, eh?" I said, trying to excuse myself 
from being chastised for being sexist in my thinking.
	"Of course," Diane said. "Who says girls can't take shop class? 
There's three other girls in the class besides me."
	"You made that in your shop class?" Tony asked Diane.
	"Yes," she replied. "I hope to make Aaron a crib and maybe a 
changing table before the semester is over."
	"What did your teacher say about it?" Bryce inquired.
	"Mr. Burton gave me extra credit for originality," Diane smiled. 
"Now get your butt in front of that board so Aaron can poke you with 
it."
	I did as Aaron and Diane and the rest of the boys were waiting 
for me to do and I positioned myself on my hands and knees. I waited in 
anticipation as Aaron was about to stab my diapered butt and hopefully 
not my diaper with that needle.
	"Pull your plastic pants down first," Aaron said. I did just this 
and resumed my position, waiting for the needle to make its impact.
	"Has this thing been tested yet?" I asked Aaron.
	"Of course, who do you think Diane used it on?" Aaron replied.
	"Have you gotten your ass jabbed with it yet?" I asked.
	"If you look at how Diane diapers me, then you should be able to 
answer that one yourself," Aaron said.
	"Well, believe me, I have looked at how Diane diapers you," I 
said. Everyone was cheering as Aaron positioned the pool cue and aimed 
it right for my left buttock. Suddenly with a swift push of the stick 
the needle went into my diapers, never touching my bare skin.
	"Didn't feel a thing!" I said.
	"Then your diapers pass the test," Diane said as I got up and 
pulled my plastic pants back up, letting the tight waistband come to a 
crisp snap above my stomach.
	"Okay, who's next?" Diane asked.
	All of the other boys who were in cloth diapers were examining 
their butts to see if they felt they had enough diapers on to withstand 
the impact. Tony was obviously out as he was in disposable diapers, 
which were not thick enough to avoid being poked by the needle.
	"For those of you who need a diaper change, you have to let Aaron 
test your diaper's thickness first."
	"But what if it's not thick enough?" Nathan asked. "I don't want 
to get poked in the butt."
	"That's not what we heard," Luke said, jabbing his elbow into 
Nathan's side.
	"Shut up," Nathan replied back, but in a light sort of way.
	"I won't go as fast on those of you who don't look to be as 
heavily diapered," Aaron said. With this, Derek decided that he would 
like to have his diaper's thickness tested. He assumed the position and 
removed his plastic pants. Diane had the camera right on the target, 
Derek's diapered butt as she captured this fun ending to the meeting. 
Aaron approached lightly at first.
	"Did you feel anything?"
	"Just the stick pressing up against my butt," Derek said. Aaron 
went again, this time a little harder.
	"How about now?" Aaron asked.
	"Nope," Derek replied with a smile. Aaron felt that he could 
apply full force, and with this, he jabbed the needle into Derek's 
behind. Derek's tender buttock flesh was unscathed, thus passing his 
diapers for the thickness test.
	The other cloth-diapered boys followed in succession. Apparently 
all of the cloth-diapered boys were in need of a diaper change as they 
all went up to get their diaper-butts poked with the needle. Jimmy, 
besides having been changed, was still too shy and inhibited to 
participate in this activity, but I had confidence that he would come 
around eventually. Even Aaron had his diapers' thickness tested, and of 
course he passed. In fact, all of the boys passed the diaper thickness 
test except for Bryce, who said that he only felt a light prick on 
Aaron's second execution of the needled pool cue.
	"Looks like Gina's going to have to diaper you a little thicker," 
I said to Bryce.
	"When he gets home she'll see how I diapered her brother and she 
can learn from that," Diane said. Now that everyone had their diapers 
checked for thickness, it was time for the mass diaper change to take 
place. To speed up the process, we were all asked to have our diapers 
folded up and ready for Diane and Karen to pin onto us. After I got my 
own diapers prepared I helped Derek and Steven with theirs. We then sat 
around the living room and waited for Diane and Karen to finish 
diapering one boy before they moved on to the next. Diane did the dirty 
work, as promised, of wiping down boys' poopy butts and cleansing their 
balls and dicks of shit and piss. In doing this, Diane also had the 
pleasure of seeing all of us boys show our appreciation for her diaper 
changing efforts in a way that only male anatomy could do. After Diane 
had a boy into two or three diapers and had his stink-exuding butt 
covered up Karen would top him off with the remaining diapers. The room 
smelled pretty bad by the time nearly a dozen boys had their poopy and 
pissy diapers off of them.
	"Okay boys, get those nasty-smelling diapers out of here," Diane 
told us. She told us to throw them in the back of the pickup. It was 
still raining a little as we went outside. A couple of girls walking 
along the sidewalk shielding themselves from the rain with an umbrella 
stared at us.
	"Hi," one of the girls said.
	"Hello," I waved back. The girls continued to stand there and 
stare, seeing that we were all in diapers. I knew they wanted to say 
something, so I decided to help break the ice.
	"You never see boys in diapers before?" I said. The girls started 
giggling. They moved on, looking behind them every so often. After this 
we went back in the house and wrapped up the meeting, talking about 
each other's stories that we shared. Diane showed us some of the video 
that she had taken from the meeting. It was going to be a great video 
indeed. She then gave me back my video camera with its original tape 
still in it. I asked Diane if she needed it to put the final video 
together.
	"Nope, I already recorded what I wanted," she said, explaining 
that she was just using my camera as an input to another recording 
device.
	It was about 3:30 in the afternoon by the time the meeting was 
finished. We climbed into the back of the pickup and Diane dropped 
everyone off. It was a smelly ride in the back of the pickup with 
having several bags full of soiled diapers.
	I was really tired when I got home. I set the video camera down 
on the couch and thanked Mom for letting me take it with me. Cindy 
asked me if I needed a diaper change. I told her thanks, but Diane 
already took care of it.
	"She pins your diapers on a little differently," Cindy was quick 
to notice. I just nodded and headed for my crib. As I lay there and 
thought back upon the day I drifted off to sleep.