FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 21
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	I woke up the next morning with Darren snuggled up close to me. I 
felt his knees pressed up against mine and our diapers were touching 
each other. My diapers were wet and also very loaded as a result of my 
digestive system's inability to retain wastes after processing last 
night's dinner. I pulled back the covers to see what Darren's diapers 
looked like and to see what condition they were in. I could easily tell 
that he had wet in them, but I was curious to see if he had pooped, 
too, but I couldn't tell unless I were to get up and move around to the 
other side of the bed.
	Darren then turned over in his sleep and, although 
unintentionally, showed me his diapered butt. I was so hard just from 
looking at his white-padded behind close up. Because Tony wore 
disposable diapers, it wasn't often that I got to see another boy 
wearing cloth diapers with plastic pants like I do, so seeing Darren's 
butt all diapered up so super thickly was quite a treat. While I 
enjoyed looking at Tony in his diapers, too, his disposable diapers 
didn't quite have the same appeal to me. Looking at myself in the 
mirror and looking at photographs of myself in cloth diapers could only 
do so much. Darren was right there in person, not knowing how much I 
was getting off on looking at his heavily diapered backside as he 
slept. I looked at how high up his diapers went on his back and how the 
creases and folds of his plastic pants were concentrated around the 
point where his butt and crotch came together. I just wish he'd been 
diapered as much as I was, though what he had on was still good enough 
and plentifully thick. Perhaps tonight I could encourage Nancy to put a 
couple more diapers on him. If she didn't, I knew Lisa or Cindy would 
be glad to oblige.
	At the risk of waking Darren, I put my hand on his diapers and 
felt the soft plastic pants covering them, and then I stuck my fingers 
underneath the legband and felt the fluffy fabric of the cloth diapers. 
Seeing that Darren was unfazed by this, I became more adventurous and 
stuck my fingers beneath his bottommost diaper and felt some sticky 
poop underneath them.
	My morning wood was starting to become petrified at this point, 
in a manner of speaking, so I had to do something about it. I scooted 
myself a little closer to Darren's behind and put my diapered front up 
against it. At this point I felt I was pushing it, so I backed off and 
rolled away, still keeping Darren's butt in view as I looked at it and 
started jerking off. Because of the awkwardness of the situation, it 
took me longer to achieve an ejaculation. I had to make sure that I 
wasn't shaking the bed too much as I did it. Finally, I came wildly in 
my diapers and added to the wetness already caused by my overnight 
peeing.
	I thought Darren would wake up soon, but he still slept for 
awhile. It was daylight now and I was wondering what time it was. I 
looked at his clock and it said 6:57. To me it was an hour later, 
having traveled westward across one time zone boundary.
	I decided that I might as well get up and wait for Darren instead 
of lie in bed with him, now that I got my morning urges out of my 
system. I got out of the bed and covered Darren back up, hoping he'd 
never suspect what I had done. I went over to his computer and turned 
it on. I went into the word processor and brought up the file for the 
story that he had written from his Christmas visit at my house over 
three years ago that got him into diapers. I read through it and 
reminisced over the things he had mentioned. He continued to write 
about all the things he had been through since then, including the time 
when his parents tried to take his diapers away from him and make him 
give them up. Darren also wrote about how the kids treated him in 
school. Like me. He was teased a lot by his classmates, but he accepted 
it as the price he paid for getting to wear diapers all the time.
	Darren was really out of it since I sat there for an hour and 
read the story, which continued right up to current events in his life. 
He mentioned his diaper friends that he had met in junior high and all 
the things that they did when they got together. He provided a detailed 
account for each of his friends in the story. Each of them had a unique 
profile and their reasons for wearing diapers varied. I couldn't wait 
to meet them.
	I enjoyed reading about all the diaper sleepovers that Darren has 
had recently with all his friends. It made me wish that Tony and I 
could find a few others in diapers to spend time with on the weekends, 
not that I was getting bored with Tony, but it would have been nice to 
not be alone with this sort of thing. Maybe when we reached junior high 
this would change as it did for Darren. By this point my dick had 
resumed full erection from reading, though I felt that I had already 
spent my last load and would have to save it for later, maybe tonight 
after watching Darren get diapered up to the level at which I usually 
wore my diapers.
	After I reached the end of Darren's story, I closed the file and 
the word processor and played some games. Darren then woke up and 
looked at me playing on his computer.
	"How long you been up?" he asked me.
	"At least an hour, maybe two," I said.
	"You're an early riser," he said.
	"It's an hour earlier here, for one thing," I explained.
	"Oh yeah," Darren said. "That's why I slept so late at your place 
last time I stayed."
	"So how are your diapers?" Darren asked me.
	"Very, very wet and poopy," I said as I turned around in the 
chair and spread my legs to show Darren my crotch, not that he could 
tell from just looking at my thick diapers.
	"Me, too," he said as he spread his legs to show off his diapers. 
"Let's get changed and then we can go down to the rec room or maybe 
even the pool."
	"Do you suppose the girls are up yet?" I asked.
	"Knowing Nancy, probably not," Darren said.
	"What do you wanna do?" I asked Darren.
	"I dunno," he said. "What were you doing on the computer?"
	"Playing games, reading your story," I said. "I read the whole 
thing through."
	"Do you think it's good?" Darren asked me.
	"Good? Of course, I loved it!" I said as I grabbed at my diaper-
enshrouded dick a couple of times. "I even brought some of my stories 
for you to copy and print out."
	"Sure," Darren said. "But let's go downstairs and run them off of 
Dad's laser printer," Darren said.
	I got into my bag and retrieved the disk that had my stories on 
it. Darren copied his life story and some others that he and some of 
his friends had written onto some disks for me to take back home, and 
then he took them all downstairs. When we left his room we peeked into 
Nancy's room. All the girls were still asleep, so we had to wait for 
our diapers to be changed a little longer. I followed Darren down the 
stairs, waddling my way to the lower level wearing diapers that were 
full of feces.
	My mom and my Aunt Rita were sitting together in the kitchen 
having some espresso and bagels for breakfast.
	"Morning, boys," Aunt Rita greeted us. "How did you sleep?"
	"Fine," I said.
	"I slept good," Darren said. "Where's Dad?"
	"He took your Uncle Robert out for a round of golf and to show 
him around," Darren's mother replied. "Why don't you boys have some 
breakfast?"
	"From the smells of their diapers, they'd better be changed 
first," my Mom said to her sister-in-law. "They eat any more, they're 
diapers will explode, well, maybe not Chris' diapers, as many as he 
wears."
	"Aren't the girls up yet?" Aunt Rita asked.
	"They're still asleep," Darren said.
	"Well, you boys are used to wearing pooped-in diapers and a 
little while longer won't matter, so I'll just go ahead and fix you 
some breakfast, anyway."
	"How long will it be?" Darren asked.
	"Just a few minutes, I'll call you."
	"Let's go print these stories while we're waiting," Darren said 
as he waved the floppy disks around. "Mom, can we use Dad's printer?"
	"Sure, but just don't use up half his paper or toner," Darren's 
mother said.
	"We won't be printing much," Darren said.
	While we waited for breakfast to be served, Darren and I went to 
his dad's computer. It was a 486 computer with more memory and hard 
drive space than Darren's 386 machine, plus it had sound and a CD-ROM 
drive.
	"My dad's gonna get one of those new 586's or Pentium computers 
that are coming out soon, and then I'll probably get this machine," 
Darren said, looking forward to the day he'd have it.
	"But I'm still stuck with my old dot matrix printer," he added 
glumly. At least he had a computer to call his own.
	Darren ran off his stories first and then the others that he and 
his friends had written. These took up about 25 pages, printed on both 
sides. By the time we were ready to start my stories we got called into 
the kitchen to eat breakfast. We read the comics while we enjoyed Aunt 
Rita's pancakes, eggs and bacon, along with some hot chocolate.
	"What are you boys going to do today?" Aunt Rita asked Darren 
while we ate our breakfast.
	"I dunno, were we gonna show Chris and Lisa and Cindy around 
Seattle?"
	"We'll do that tomorrow," Aunt Rita said. "Maybe this evening 
we'll go out and do something."
	"Did you want to meet my friends today?" Darren asked me.
	"Oh yeah, I read about them in your stories," I said. "I'd love 
to meet them."
	"Can I invite everyone to come over?" Darren asked his mother.
	"How many is 'everyone?'" she asked.
	"I dunno, maybe Ricky, Tim, John, Kevin if he's around..."
	"Why don't you just see if they're all home and then you can take 
Chris to meet them," Darren's mother suggested.
	After we finished eating breakfast Darren called his friends and 
had gotten a hold of a couple of them, asking them if he could stop by 
and introduce me to them. He contacted all of them, except for Kevin. 
He had spoken to Ricky's Mom when he called his house.
	"You guys will need your disposables if you're going out," 
Darren's mother said.
	"We know that," Darren said.
	"I'm not sure if Chris has enough disposables," my Mom said.
	"I can run to the store and you can get some," Aunt Rita 
suggested to my Mom. "Why don't you boys go check on your sisters, see 
if they're up now, and if they are, have them change you. We'll be 
right back."
	"Okay, Mom," Darren said.
	Darren and I went back upstairs to check on the girls. We heard 
them talking and giggling as we reached the top of the stairs. As we 
approached their bedroom, Darren peeked in and saw that they were all 
still in bed sleeping, or so they wanted us to believe that. Lisa then 
started giggling.
	"Okay, you can't fool us," Darren said. Cindy then got up and 
said, "we had you fooled earlier."
	"Really?" Darren said.
	"Yeah, we just wanted to see how long you boys would wait on us 
and go without being changed," Lisa said with a smile.
	"Well, we do need to be changed," Darren said.
	"Like *that's* anything new, Darren," Nancy said. "You're boys 
are registering 9.9 on the stink-o-meter today."
	"Give us just a moment and we'll get dressed and be right in," 
Lisa said.
	Darren and I went back downstairs to the computer to print off 
the stories that I had brought along. By the time we finished printing, 
we had run about 40 pages off of Uncle Frank's laser printer. We hoped 
he wouldn't notice or wouldn't mind, not that being short on cash 
appeared to be a primary concern of his.
	We took the printouts upstairs and read them, still waiting for 
the girls to change us. They were obviously taking their own sweet time 
getting ready for the day as girls often did anyway. Nancy was in the 
shower, and after she got out, she spent several minutes drying her 
hair. She finally came into Darren's bedroom, dressed and ready.
	"Okay, Chris, your sisters still have to get ready, so you can 
wait on them, or you can let me change you," Nancy said.
	"You can change me," I said to her, knowing it would be an 
eternity before either one of my sisters was ready.
	Nancy decided to change my diapers first, seeing that they would 
involve the most work to remove. She pulled off my plastic pants and 
about worked her fingers raw unpinning several soaked diapers before 
revealing my enlarged penis, along with my solidly poop-coated balls 
and crotch. My butt was a big mess, too, as always. In spite of this, 
Nancy wasn't the least bit fazed by the mess as she was used to 
cleaning Darren's poopy butt.
	"Are you guys going anywhere today?" Nancy asked us.
	"I'm gonna show Chris to some of my friends," Darren said.
	"Then I suppose I'd better put you two in disposables since 
you'll probably want to wear your pants, huh?" Nancy said.
	"That might be a good idea," Darren said.
	After Nancy had my bottom cleaned up she asked me if I had 
brought any more disposables along. I pointed to my bag on the floor, 
where she retrieved one of my disposable diapers and unfolded it. She 
also grabbed some diaper doublers and included them with the diapering 
as she taped me up. She then told me to turn around.
	"What for?" I asked.
	"Just because," she said. If there was one answer I detested to 
any question, it was "Just because."
	Nancy had gone to Darren's desk to retrieve a marker. I could 
tell she was making some marks on the seat of my diaper.
	"What are you doing?"
	"I'm marking your diaper," she said.
	"Why?" I asked, thinking, "just because" would be the answer.
	"This way we'll know that you guys didn't try to change your own 
diapers while you were out," she said.
	"Does she do this all the time?" I asked Darren.
	"Oh yeah," Darren said. "Them's the rules. I don't change my own 
diapers, so if I really need to be changed, I have to let my friends' 
moms do it, and then they call here to let my mom or my sister know 
that they changed me."
	"Really?" I said.
	"You mean Lisa or Cindy don't do that?" Nancy asked me.
	"No," I said.
	"Then I'll have to tell them," Nancy said.
	"The only time I ever go out of the house without my Mom or Dad 
is when I go to see Tony, and his Mom or his sister always change me, 
anyway," I said.
	"I still think it's a good idea, just to be sure," Nancy said.
	"What are you writing on me back there anyway?" I asked Nancy. 
Darren answered for me as he read the writing.
	"She wrote, 'kiss my butt, if you can stand the smell, that is.'"
	"Cute," I thought. While Nancy recorded the information in my 
diaper change log I went over to Darren's mirror to see what the 
writing looked like on my butt. Then I went over to my bag and 
retrieved my pants from the very bottom. I was halfway expecting not to 
see them, since Lisa packed the bag and told me that my pants would be 
in there. Much to my surprise, they were actually there. I put them on 
while I waited for Nancy to change Darren's diapers. She wrote on the 
back of his diaper, too.
	"What did she write on mine?" Darren asked me.
	"'I crap in my butt wrap,'" I read to Darren.
	"Funny," Darren said to Nancy as she laughed.
	I showed Nancy my diaper-changing log and told her she needed to 
fill in some information regarding the condition of my diaper and how 
long it had been since my last change. She looked at some of the 
previous entries from Lisa and Cindy to use as examples, so she noted 
her observations, complete with a visual representation of the pee and 
poop in my diapers.
	Darren then put his pants on and we went downstairs, just as my 
Mom and Aunt Rita came back from the store. My Mom opened the package 
of diapers and told me to take them along with me in case I needed to 
be changed.
	"Who's going to change you, Chris?" my Mom asked me.
	"Darren's friends' parents can do it," Aunt Rita said. "They know 
the rules that Darren must abide by, so they always call me to let me 
know that they changed him. Nancy also marks Darren's diapers before he 
goes out, that way we know that if they've been changed and nobody 
calls, then we know that Darren tried changing them himself. I assume 
she marked you guys."
	"Yes, Mom, she did," Darren said.
	"Show your Aunt Brenda," Darren's mother told him. "Yours, too, 
Chris."
	Darren and I both dropped our pants to show my Mom what Nancy had 
put on the seats of our diapers. Mom chuckled as she read the messages.
	"Your sisters ought to start doing that to your diapers," my Mom 
said.
	"Mom, it's not like I ever leave the house without you or the 
girls, except to go to Tony's, and his mom and his sister always change 
me there, anyway."
	"I'm sure your sisters would get a kick out of doing it, anyway," 
my Mom said. She then opened the diaper package and handed me a few 
diapers to take along.
	"You can put those in with my bag," Darren said as he took the 
diapers. "Yours have a different wetness strip on them, so that's how 
we can tell them apart."
	Darren and I then went out to the garage, where he got out his 
old mountain bike so that I could ride along with him while he took out 
his newer bike.
	"I know it may be a little small, but that's why I got a new one. 
It's still in good shape," Darren assured me.
	We rode out of the garage, where I tested the bike. It was a 
little too small to ride comfortably, but I felt I could get along okay 
on it.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 22
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	I followed Darren on his bike as we headed up the street and up 
the hill. It was a cool morning, but at least the rain had let up and 
the sun was even shining through the breaks in the clouds. We rode for 
several blocks until we got to Tim's house. It was in the same 
neighborhood and was an impressive home. We went up to the door and 
Darren rang the doorbell.
	A moment later the door opened. A short, slender, red-haired boy 
appeared at the door. He looked younger, more like ten or eleven. Most 
of all, he was in several very thick cloth diapers that came all the 
way up to his stomach like mine did. His weren't quite as thick as what 
I wore, but they weren't far off, either.
	"Hey Tim!" Darren greeted him.
	"Hello," he said.
	Darren then introduced Tim and me to each other. He then invited 
us into the house. When we came in, we were greeted by Tim's *four* 
sisters! Their names were Tanya, Tammi, Tina and Tasha, all names that 
began with a T. I thought I felt awkward about having only two sisters 
who saw me in diapers all the time. Two of the girls were younger and 
two of them were older. I was curious if Tim was like me in being the 
only boy in his family who carried along with his gender uniqueness the 
distinction of being the only one in diapers. Just to be sure, I looked 
his three sisters over. Two of them were in jeans and one of them was 
in sweats. Seeing no bulge at all on any of their behinds confirmed 
that Tim's sole boyhood status was further singled out by his wearing 
diapers, just like me. Darren and I followed Tim upstairs to his room. 
I enjoyed watching his padded-up rear end sticking in my face as I 
followed behind him. We sat in the middle of the floor. Tim sat across 
from me with his legs open, exposing some impressively wide layers of 
diapers in his crotch.
	At first we engaged in everyday small talk, just to break the 
ice. Of course, we all knew we had a common bond for wearing diapers, 
so it wasn't too long before this subject was brought up.
	"So, you obviously wear diapers, I see," I said to Tim.
	"Oh yeah, I have to," he said. "I have spina bifida."
	I wasn't familiar with the disorder that he mentioned he had, so 
he described what it was and that it caused him to have no bowel 
control. I got hard from listening to him describe the frequent poop 
accidents that he had all the time. I asked him if anyone else in his 
family had the condition, to which he replied "no." I was glad to know 
that his sisters didn't have to share his need for diapers.
	Tim then asked me why I wore diapers. I knew my reason for 
wearing them wasn't as legitimate-sounding as his.
	"I've lost control of my bladder and my bowels from wearing 
diapers all the time," I said. "I used to just wear them because I 
wanted to, so my family made me wear them at first, thinking I'd get 
tired of them and get tired of the kids at school and stuff, but then 
my parents decided to let me wear them, so then after awhile, I just 
lost control and how I am fully incontinent."
	"Do you think you can ever be retrained?" Tim asked me.
	"Maybe I could, but I don't think that's going to ever happen. 
Besides, after the doctor told my parents what was happening to me, my 
dad just said, "You've worn your diapers, Chris, now shit in them!"
	I couldn't help but to ask Tim why he wore his diapers so 
thickly.
	"My sisters think it makes me stink less, and they tell me they 
don't want to see my poop, so any time one of them changes me, which is 
most of the time, they always like to put about eight diapers on me."
	"Chris has got you beat, Tim," Darren said. "His sisters put a 
dozen diapers on him."
	"Sometimes more," I added, feeling my erection stiffening up some 
more.
	"You don't look like you're wearing them now," Tim said.
	"I just have on a disposable while I'm out with Darren today," I 
said.
	"Maybe you can come over to my place before Chris goes back to 
Boise and you can see him in his cloth diapers," Darren said.
	We had spent about an hour with Tim when Tasha, the oldest of the 
four girls, told him that it was time to change him. She asked Tim if 
he wanted me to leave, but he said I could stay in the room while he 
got changed. I was glad, too, since I really wanted to watch. She got 
out a small changing pad from the closet and set it on the floor. She 
then pulled off Tim's plastic pants and began to unpin his diapers. She 
performed the expected steps in cleaning him up. His penis, while fully 
erect, showed virtually no signs of pubic development. His body hadn't 
begun to let go of any of its boyhood. I knew that he would enjoy his 
feelings even more once he started to develop.
	Tasha folded the diapers and put them on her brother and pinned 
them up. I enjoyed watching the diapers in his crotch become thicker 
and bulkier with each layer that was added. She finally put the last 
diaper on him and then some plastic pants. She carried off the soiled 
diapers and left us to play for awhile.
	Darren and I ended up staying at Tim's house through lunch, which 
Tasha and Tina were so nice to cook and serve. Tim's four sisters 
seemed to be pretty nice and I never heard any of them tease Tim about 
wearing diapers like Lisa and Cindy liked to do to me, though not as 
often as they used to. It may have been that Tim's sisters knew that he 
had a condition that required him to wear diapers and that he wasn't 
just caught pooping in his underpants for fun like I was.
	By this time, both Darren and I were in need of a diaper change, 
though we had each only wet. Since Tim's parents were both at work, it 
was up to one of the three older girls to change Darren. Tina, who was 
a year older than Tim, changed him, and then me. I wasn't even 
embarrassed about letting a girl that I didn't even know change my 
diapers and see my privates. In fact, I enjoyed it, and she could tell 
from the way my penis stood up so hard. She even gave it a little extra 
attention when she was cleaning me up. Since Tim's sisters didn't tease 
Tim for wearing diapers, I was curious what their thoughts were on the 
fact that he had to wear diapers.
	"We all know that Tim has to wear diapers. We knew he'd never be 
potty trained because of his spina bifida," Tina answered, so we're all 
used to it," she answered.
	"My sisters tease me about it," I said.
	"Why do they do that?" Tasha asked.
	"Because they think I look cute in my diapers and that because 
I'm a boy and that only boys poop themselves and need to wear diapers," 
I explained. "They don't tease me as much as they used to, but they 
still say I look cute in diapers, especially my butt."
	"We all think Tim looks cute in diapers, seeing his big white 
butt waddling around all the time," Tasha smiled as she looked at Tim. 
He returned an embarrassed smile to her."It makes him feel better to 
know that we think he looks cute, but I'd hate to have to wear them."
	"You're a girl, of course you'd hate to wear diapers," I thought 
to myself.
	"So why do you wear diapers?" Tasha asked me. I explained to 
Tasha how it all happened and she was rather impressed by the details, 
especially by how much I enjoyed wearing diapers and how far I had 
taken things to get put into diapers.
	"Must be a boys' thing," Tasha said. "Now I think I know what 
your sisters were getting at. That's why Darren wears them, too."
	"I'm the one who encouraged him," I added. Darren and I exchanged 
smiles with each other. We stayed for about another hour, with both 
Darren and I leaving our pants off during this time. It was approaching 
2:00 in the afternoon and we still had yet to see the rest of Darren's 
friends, so Darren and I decided that we'd better get going and get our 
pants back on. I told Tim that I enjoyed meeting him and looked forward 
to seeing him again sometime.
	"Maybe tomorrow night," Tim said. He stood at the door in his 
diapers and waved goodbye to us as Darren and I left.
	The next stop was over another hill and into another 
neighborhood. This time we went to Ricky's house, which was more 
modest. When we went to the door, Ricky's mother appeared. Knowing we 
were coming, she invited us in. We went up to Ricky, who was watching a 
TV show with closed-caption text on the screen. Ricky was sitting on 
the couch wearing a T-shirt and an obviously wet disposable diaper as 
the front of it had bulged out a ways. Darren then went up to Ricky and 
said hello to him-- in sign language. They exchanged greetings using a 
series of hand and finger movements. I had forgotten that Darren told 
me about one of his diaper friends as being deaf. I watched them 
communicate in sign language, though Darren also spoke as he signed, 
and Ricky could pick up on his lips moving. I didn't know any sign 
language, so I wasn't sure how much I could get to say to Ricky unless 
I wrote everything down.
	Ricky then looked at me and waved his hands around.
	"He says, 'hello, Chris, nice to meet you. How are you today?'" 
Darren interpreted for me.
	"I'm fine," I said, knowing that Ricky couldn't hear me, so 
Darren signed it back to him. I then attempted to gesture to Ricky that 
I wanted a pencil and paper by acting like I was writing on an 
imaginary tablet. Darren then signed this to Ricky, who then got up and 
went into the kitchen. He had scrawny legs and walked with a limp. As I 
looked at Ricky's behind, I could tell that he had heavily pooped in 
his diaper, too. I looked at his Mom, who was busy signing to her son.
	"Can you tell what she's saying to him?" I asked Darren.
	"Yeah, she's asking him if he needs to be changed," Darren said. 
I watched as she pulled on the back of his diaper to check its 
contents.
	"How do you say 'my thick diapers are wet and my butt is poopy 
and smelly, I need to be changed?'" I asked Darren, just out of 
curiosity. He demonstrated this to me in sign language and he even had 
me follow his hand movements. Darren then gave me a quick, easy signing 
exercise for me to use on Ricky when he returned from his diaper 
change.
	"What am I going to be telling him?" I asked Darren.
	"You'll find out," Darren said.
	"It isn't anything stupid, is it?" I asked Darren. I knew that 
the question contained the word "diaper", which I had already learned 
how to say in sign language.
	Ricky came back into the room a few minutes later, this time 
wearing a clean diaper. He was also carrying a notepad and a pencil, 
which he handed to me. Out of habit I said "thank you." Ricky still 
acknowledged this, and I could hear him barely say "you're welcome" as 
he signed it, too.
	"Did he hear me when I said 'thank you?'" I asked Darren.
	"He can read your lips, too," Darren said to me.
	"Okay, Chris, now ask him," Darren told me.
	Slowly, and with some coaching from Darren, I asked Ricky the 
unknown question using my hands. Ricky nodded each time I completed a 
word, acknowledging that he understood what I was saying. He was 
probably relying on readind my lips as I was saying each word aloud. 
Ricky then held up his finger and tried to say "I'll be right back." He 
then got up from the couch and returned to his bedroom. I got worried 
that I might have offended him even though he showed no such signs of 
offense, and Darren assured me that I hadn't said anything like this. 
Ricky then brought out a package of diapers and pointed to the label.
	"So what did I ask him?" I asked Darren.
	"You asked him, 'What brand of diapers do you wear?'" Darren 
said. Darren then showed me each of the words again and sounded them 
out.
	I watched Ricky sign to Darren a sentence, and then Ricky turned 
to me and "said" the same thing. The last word, I recognized, was 
"diapers." When I watched Darren take off his pants, I asked Darren if 
this is what Ricky was saying.
	"Yep, you're catching on fast, Chris," Darren said. "He said, 
'take off your pants and just go in your diapers.'"
	Acting on this, I decided to remove my pants and toss them aside. 
Ricky then pointed at the bulge in the front of my diapers and said the 
word "wet." He then signed to Darren, who interpreted it in more 
detail.
	"Your diapers are wet," Darren said, speaking on Ricky's behalf.
	I was starting to have some fun with this sign-language thing. I 
asked Darren to show me how to say "My diapers usually are wet, and 
they're usually poopy, too" to Ricky. I then signed this to Ricky, and 
he smiled.
	Throughout the next two hours or so the three of us sat around 
and engaged in an all sign-language conversation and talked about 
wearing diapers. Most of the conversation was between me and Ricky with 
Darren interpreting. Ricky really enjoyed wearing diapers and was glad 
to have Darren as a good friend who understood his various handicaps 
that all resulted from Ricky having cerebral palsy. I got a chance to 
tell Ricky about how I got into wearing diapers. He smiled when I told 
him that it was because I hated toilet training and liked pooping in my 
underwear and then was caught. He also liked me telling him that my 
sisters change my diapers and see me in them all the time.
	I was having so much fun learning a new way to communicate, 
especially since most of the words that I learned had to do with 
diapers. In addition to some basic words, I learned other words, too, 
such as balls, butt, crotch, change, dick, hard-on, layer, masturbate, 
mess, pee, pins, plastic pants, poop, powder, smell, stink, thick, wet, 
and white. It was a limited vocabulary, but they were the words that I 
probably used the most every day. Funny thing was, the tablet that I 
had intended to write on was hardly ever used for words. Mostly, it was 
used just to draw some pictures of boys in diapers while Ricky showed 
me the appropriate signing words whenever he didn't use his own body as 
a model.
	Ricky's Mom was impressed to see me learning some sign language, 
so she asked me to demonstrate some of the words I had learned from 
Ricky. Being that most of them were related to wearing diapers, I 
didn't have a lot of variety, so I went through some of the ones I 
could recall.
	"Is that all he showed you?" his mother asked me when she noted 
that all the words had to do with diapers.
	"Yeah, pretty much, but then, that's all we talked about, too," I 
answered.
	"Knowing Ricky and his diapers, that makes sense," his mother 
said with a smile. "I never expected Ricky, or anyone else, for that 
matter, to enjoy wearing diapers."
	I felt like I had gotten to know Ricky as a friend, and when it 
came time to leave, I didn't want to leave. We agreed to be pen pals 
and I told him that I would write to him often and that he would do the 
same. He then wrote down his address and I gave him mine. Darren and I 
then put our pants on. I said "goodbye, nice to have met you," to Ricky 
before we left, and I didn't even need to be coached.
	It was getting late in the afternoon and it looked like it was 
about to rain again.
	"Should we go back?" I asked Darren as I looked up at the cloudy 
sky.
	"We have John to meet still," Darren told me. "It's not far from 
here, and if you're worried about the rain, it'll probably just be a 
little spring shower."
	Darren and I rode our bikes a couple blocks farther and got to 
his friend John's house. While we were riding I felt my wet diaper 
bunching up in between my legs.
	"Do you suppose John's Mom could change me?" I asked Darren.
	"Well, there is one thing you'll need to know about John before 
we go in," Darren said.
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"His Mom doesn't even know that he wears diapers, and she's 
probably not gonna be home now, anyway," Darren said.
	"Ahh, I see," I said. We went up to the door and rang the 
doorbell, just as it started to rain. We waited a couple minutes.
	"He said he'd be home," Darren said after nobody came to the 
door. "His bike's over there."
	A couple minutes later we were greeted by John.
	"Hi guys," John said as he invited us in. "Sorry I took so long, 
I heard the doorbell and I had to find some shorts to put on," John 
said.
	Darren introduced the two of us and then we went out to the back 
patio, where we sat and kept ourselves dry as we watched the rain come 
down. At least we were dry on the outside of our diapers. We talked 
about our diaper-wearing experiences. John asked me about my diapers. 
He apparently remembered several things that Darren must have told him 
about me, since he already knew that I was caught pooping in my 
underwear when I was eight years old. He had a similar story to tell.
	"I was nine when I was caught doing the same thing you were 
doing, but I didn't get put in diapers for it," he said, sounding 
jealous and disappointed. "Instead, my parents made me go see a shrink 
all this other crap, and they made me throw out all my old underwear 
and then they yelled at me every time I didn't wipe and there was a 
shit streak in my underwear. I'm about ready to just put some diapers 
on, strut around in front of them and say, "Mom, Dad, this is what I 
like to wear, and you can't stop me!"
	"Go for it," I said. My dick got hard at the thought of this kid 
doing such a thing.
	"Easier said than done," John said. "Maybe I should just let 
myself get caught again."
	"Are you wearing diapers now?" I asked John. I noticed that he 
was wearing some bulky-looking shorts and I had to wonder why they were 
so big.
	"No," he said. "Most of the time I just have to do what you used 
to do," John said.
	"You mean, wear several pairs of underwear together?" I asked. 
John then took down his shorts to show me that this was what he was 
wearing. He had on about eight pairs of underwear. It was the first 
time I had seen anyone resort to this method of improvising a diaper 
since I had done it myself. We then went inside the house, where John 
took off his shorts and strutted around in his "diapers." Likewise, 
Darren and I did away with our pants and all three of us enjoyed 
looking at each other's padded behinds, covered in thick, white 
material in one way or another. John also added some extra layers to 
the pairs he was already wearing. I just wish he could have gotten to 
wear real diapers like I did and could pee and poop in them, too, since 
thickness was one of the things he really enjoyed about diapers. When I 
told him how many diapers my sisters put on me, his jaw hit the floor.
	"I wish I could see that," John said.
	"Maybe you can come over tomorrow night," Darren suggested. "I'm 
planning to invite some of the other boys over while my parents take my 
aunt and uncle out for a night on the town."
	"That sounds good," John said.
	While we were visiting, Darren and I both peed and pooped in our 
diapers. Darren enjoyed looking at the way our diapers puffed out from 
wetness and the backs of them were loaded down in shit. John couldn't 
resist the urge to crap in his makeshift diaper, so he sat back and 
pooped in his multiple underpants. What fond memories it brought back 
to me to watch him do this with such a big smile on his face.
	Just as things were getting fun, we heard the front door open.
	"Dammit!" John said. "Karen's home already! Get your pants on!"
	Darren told me to get my pants on since nobody in John's family 
knew about either him or Darren wearing diapers. Quickly, I slipped my 
pants on and fastened them up. John then led us out of his room, acting 
nonchalantly.
	"Hello," Karen said to John.
	"Hi, Karen," John said to his unknowing sister.
	"Who's this?" Karen asked as she looked at me.
	"This is Chris, Darren's cousin," John explained and then 
introduced us.
	"Pleased to meet you, Chris," Karen said to me.
	"Nice to meet you, too," I said, feeling nervous as I could smell 
my bowel movement and I didn't want her to know that I was wearing 
diapers. John then quickly led us back out to the back patio.
	"Wow, that was close!" John said.
	"I know, because I'm starting to stink," I said.
	"You guys better get going," John said.
	"Are you going to be able to get cleaned up?" Darren asked John.
	"Oh yeah, I always do," he said as he led us around the side of 
the house and then up to the front.
	"Hope to see you tomorrow night," Darren said as he and I peddled 
away, going back to his house. It was quite uncomfortable riding a bike 
with a wet and poopy disposable diaper on, especially with as far away 
as we were from Darren's house.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 23
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	Both Darren and I asked our sisters to change us after we got 
back to his house.
	"About time you boys showed up," Cindy said.
	"Why, what are we doing?" I asked.
	"Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank are taking us out to dinner again, and 
then they're going to take us on a ferry ride across Puget Sound," 
Cindy told us. This sounded like a lot of fun. Cindy wiped up my poopy 
bottom at the same time that Nancy took care of the mess her brother 
had left for her to deal with. Because we were going back out again, 
Darren and I were put into disposable diapers once more, though we 
didn't put any pants on until it was time to leave. I felt naked only 
having the disposable diapers on since I was used to wearing the much 
thicker and heavier cloth diapers.
	Later on we piled into the two cars and headed to the restaurant. 
As we had done before, Darren and I joined my parents and my Uncle 
Frank while the girls went with Aunt Rita. We agreed that this 
arrangement kept the fighting down and it allowed the girls to talk 
about girl things, while Darren and I could talk about boy things.
	Uncle Frank took us to another nice restaurant, this one 
overlooking Lake Washington. This time things went more smoothly. I had 
only wet my diaper and I didn't expect to need a change for awhile, 
that is, until I saw how large the portions were at this particular 
Italian eatery. I knew that after I had eaten all the spaghetti, 
breadsticks and salad that I would likely be purging it out of my 
bowels before we got back home.
	Uncle Frank then gave us a little tour of downtown Seattle. I 
gave myself away as an out-of-towner by looking out the car windows and 
up at all the tall buildings that surrounded me, many of them dwarfing 
Boise's tallest building of only nineteen floors. After driving by 
Pike's Place and the Seattle Center, we headed out to where we would 
board the ferry. After Uncle Frank parked his car we met up with the 
others on the deck, where we admired the skyline of the city as the 
setting sun cast its reddish hues on the buildings. A few minutes later 
the ferry took off and we were out on the water. The skyline eventually 
disappeared into the distance and we went inside.
	Darren and I chased each other around for a few minutes and 
explored the entire length of the ferry boat. While we were standing 
out on the edge of the ferry, I felt my diapers become full of poop. I 
knew that the big meal would kick in soon enough. It had already caused 
Darren and me to launch some impressively stinky farts, though the 
smell was only momentary until we had both crapped our diapers. Both of 
us needed to be changed.
	We had no idea where the girls had ventured off to, so we 
searched all around the ferry, having gone back and forth three or four 
times, all the while wearing loaded diapers and leaving a stink trail 
everywhere we went, much to the un-appreciation of the other 
passengers. We finally caught them outside on the deck and in the dark. 
Darren and I told them that we needed our diapers to be changed.
	"The ferry will be stopping soon," Nancy said. She then pointed 
to the lights in the distance, appearing on the horizon. "That's 
Bremerton over there."
	"So then what, do we get changed in the car, or what?" I asked.
	"I guess it is a long ways back around to Seattle," Nancy said. 
"Let's go change you guys."
	Darren and I followed the girls back to where our parents were 
sitting, where Darren and I had each left our diaper bags. Lisa and 
Nancy each pulled a diaper out of our bags in full view of the dozens 
of other passengers. Nancy then led us into the ladies' restroom, which 
was occupied by several people, as expected, including several younger 
girls, of course. Also as expected, we drew several strange looks from 
the people who saw Darren and me. We were then taken into the stalls as 
they became available and changed. I was so glad to get out of there 
after seeing the looks that I got when Lisa escorted me out of the 
bathroom carrying a dirtied diaper before disposing of it. Nancy then 
came out with Darren. By this time the ferry sounded its horns while 
approaching the dock and slowing down as it approached land.
	It was a long drive back to Seattle from Bremerton, going over 
the Narrows Bridge and then through Tacoma. Darren and I were tired and 
our diapers were very wet. Cindy changed me into my cloth diapers for 
the evening, and Darren got put into his by Nancy. We went straight to 
bed and fell asleep, too tired to even jack off.
	The next day was Friday. Uncle Frank took the day off from work 
and he and Aunt Rita had planned to take all of us to several places 
around the city. After being served a hearty breakfast, Darren and I 
were changed out of our filthy cloth diapers and into some clean 
disposables again. We then headed around Seattle and were taken to 
various locations and famous landmarks, including Pike's Place and of 
course, the Space Needle, where I got a spectacular view of the city. 
We then took a ride on the monorail and spent some time at the Seattle 
Center.
	By mid-afternoon we were all hungry, and Darren and I had both 
peed and pooped our diapers by then and we were both in needing a 
change. In fact, I'd been toting fudge in the back of my diapers ever 
since we had gone up to the top of the Space Needle. I almost literally 
stank to high heaven, as did Darren while we were there. Lisa and Cindy 
insisted on going to the mall to check out some of the shopping 
opportunities, so this is where we ended up eating lunch. I still 
hadn't been changed yet and told my Mom, though she didn't need me to 
tell her this as her nose told her how much was in my diapers.
	"Lisa, Cindy," my Mom said as we arrived in the food court. 
"Chris is really smelly, so could one you go change him before we eat?"
	Lisa then took me to the nearest restroom, holding a diaper 
conspicuously as she escorted me into the women's restroom. The place 
was busy and all the stalls were occupied. All I could do was stand 
still and cringe as girls of all ages and hairstyles were staring at 
me.
	"Can't you read?" one of the girls said to me. "The sign says 
'women.'"
	Another girl was a bit more wry in her humor when she said to 
Lisa, "That baby's a little old to be wearing diapers."
	I was so nervous while standing there with Lisa waiting for a 
vacant stall in the women's restroom. Forget the fact that I would 
never see any of these people again. This was embarrassing, and no 
doubt would these girls tell all their friends at school next Monday 
about the boy they saw in the bathroom at the mall. Then I wet my 
diaper and it was overloaded and saturated, causing it to leak into my 
pants. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough, I was standing there with a 
wet V-shaped spot in my crotch.
	Lisa then escorted me into a stall and changed me as quickly as 
she could since the others were all waiting on us. When we were done I 
exited the bathroom as quickly as I could.
	"You need to wash your hands, Chris," Lisa told me.
	"I'll do that in the men's room," I said as I left the women's 
restroom and went into the men's. It wasn't as crowded, and all I 
needed to do was wash my hands. While I was in there, I heard a man 
talking to a boy who sounded like he was eight or nine. They were in 
the first stall next to the sink. I could tell that the man was 
changing the boy's diaper. I watched him set the used diaper down on 
the ground. It was full of pee and poop. I listened to the clean diaper 
as it was being put on the boy. I had to use my imagination to envision 
what things looked like behind the stall wall. All I had to do was 
think of what it looked like to me when Lisa changed me in the women's 
restroom.
	When the boy and his father left, I turned on the faucet one more 
time and washed my hands. I looked at the boy as he washed his hands 
right next to me. I decided to reach back and pull up the back of my 
diaper and to lower my pants some so that he could see that I also wore 
diapers. I had been carrying a Space Needle souvenir coin in my pocket, 
so I dropped it on the floor on purpose. It made plenty of noise, and 
as I bent over to pick it up, I had a good feeling that the boy had 
looked and saw my diaper showing. I don't know if it made him feel any 
different about himself, but at least I let him know that he was not 
alone if he had thought this way before.
	Lisa was standing outside the restroom waiting impatiently when I 
left.
	"What were you doing in there?" she asked me.
	"Do you really wanna know?" I asked Lisa.
	"If it's what you do in your bed, er, crib, at home, then no, you 
don't have to tell me," Lisa said. "I already know that you do that."
	"I do exercise *some* restraint, you know," I said to Lisa.
	"Well, whatever it was you were doing in there, Chris, at least I 
know that you weren't cheating and using the toilet," Lisa commented.
	"I'm well beyond that," I said.
	Lisa and I then returned to the food court and joined the others. 
Nancy had already changed Darren during this time. I told Darren about 
the diaper sighting I saw in the men's bathroom.
	"What were you doing in the men's room?" he asked me 
incredulously.
	"I just went in there to wash my hands, after Lisa changed me in 
the women's room," I explained. "You should have seen it."
	After we finished eating we split off into groups. Uncle Frank 
took Darren and me to the stores he knew would interest us, such as the 
music stores and the toy stores. The females were left to shop at their 
leisure. Uncle Frank took us to the video arcade and played some of the 
games with us. He was a cinch to beat at every game we played and 
Darren and me took pleasure in this.
	Next we went to the toy store. We were looking at the Super 
Nintendo games when we ran into the same boy that I saw in the 
restroom.
	"That's him," I whispered to Darren. Apparently, the other boy 
remembered me from being in the bathroom. He kept looking at me, as if 
he wanted to say something.
	"What's your name?" he asked me.
	"Chris," I said. "What's yours?"
	"Alex," he said shyly. "Where do you go to school?"
	"I don't live around here," I said. "I'm visiting from Boise and 
I'm here with my cousin," I said.
	"Oh," he said. "Do you live here?" he asked Darren.
	"Yes, I live in Bellevue," he said.
	"Me, too," he said.
	Darren and Alex then started talking and eventually Alex 
mentioned that he wore diapers, which was why he wanted to talk to me 
first.
	"Well, guess what?" Darren said as he lifted his shirt. He let 
Alex see that he had a diaper on, too.
	"You, too?" Alex said with amazement. "Do you wanna know why I 
wear them?" Alex asked. Darren and I agreed to hear his reason.
	"My mom and dad make me wear them since I kept having too many 
accidents," he said quietly so that other kids in the store wouldn't 
overhear us. He then asked us why we wore diapers. Just before we got a 
chance to answer, his father came up to him. His dad was carrying a 
package of Pampers boys diapers.
	"Come on, Alex," his dad said.
	"Dad, I just met a friend!" he said.
	"That's good," he said. "Your mom and sister are waiting," he 
said.
	"Can I get your number real quick?" the boy asked.
	"Just look up Frank Barrett in the phone book, it's the only one 
in Bellevue," Darren said as Alex was being escorted out of the store 
by his father.
	We then caught up with Uncle Frank, who was next door in the 
sporting goods store. By this time we were ready to meet up with 
everyone and head back home.
	After we got back from the Seattle tour and the shopping, Darren 
and I were immediately changed out of our wet disposable diapers and 
put into our much thicker cloth diapers for the rest of the evening. 
After resting for a couple hours, Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank took my Mom 
and Dad out on the town to take in some of the Seattle night life. This 
was when Darren and Nancy each invited their friends over for the 
evening.
	One of Nancy's friends showed up. While she had seen Darren in 
his diapers often, she wasn't used to seeing anyone wearing diapers as 
thickly as mine. She giggled when she looked at my butt and asked Nancy 
why I wore so many diapers.
	"He likes them that way," she said.
	"And you don't have to change him as often, either," Lisa added.
	"It must be awfully hard to walk in those diapers," the girl said 
to me as she put her hands on my butt and felt all the layers that had 
been pinned onto me. Her name was Jennifer. I flinched as she touched 
the pins through my plastic pants.
	"Sorry," she said. "I just think you look cute wearing all those 
diapers. Do you like them?"
	"Yeah, I do," I answered shyly.
	"Admit it, Chris, you love wearing diapers," Cindy said.
	"I figured that," Jennifer said. "Darren loves to wear diapers, 
so I figured if you wear them like that, then you must, too. Must be a 
boys' thing."
	"That it is, most definitely," Lisa added.
	Nancy's other friend Monica, a Hispanic girl, then showed up. The 
sight of my bulging diapers also caught her attention and she also 
asked me why I wore them so thickly.
	"Do you have any friends coming over?" I asked Darren.
	"Yeah, I think Ricky and Tim will be over," he said. "Not sure 
about John."
	Just as Darren was about to pick up the phone to call John, the 
phone rang. I listened to Darren talking to the other person.
	"Yeah, this is Frank Barrett's number," Darren said. "Frank's not 
here....yeah, this is Darren...oh hi!"
	It was Alex, the boy that we had met in the toy store at the 
mall.
	"Can you come over?" Darren asked. After a couple minutes, Darren 
said, "You can?" Awesome!"
	Darren told Alex where he lived and expected him to show up in a 
few minutes. Meanwhile, Tim and Ricky had each been dropped off. Tim 
showed up wearing only his diapers, no surprise that he couldn't wear 
pants over his enormous diapers. Ricky stripped off his pants and went 
around in just his diaper like the rest of us boys were doing. Ricky 
and even Tim, whose diapers were not in the least bit modest, both 
commented on how they had never seen anyone wear diapers as thick as 
what I had on.
	A few minutes later Alex showed up. He appeared nervous as he 
came inside and saw three other boys in diapers, especially my diapers 
being the most prominent. After we had gotten introduced to each other, 
we found out more about Alex.
	He told us that the only reason he could come over was because 
his father worked nights. He told us some bad things about the way his 
father treated him. I felt sorry for him. He was pleased to tell us 
about his mother and his sister, who babied him when their father was 
away at night, to make him feel better about him being forced to wear 
diapers.
	"My dad kept me in diapers after he got tired of me having 
accidents," Alex said. "I mean, poop accidents. Since then, he's told 
me that I can't use the toilet anymore and that my Mom and sister were 
to make sure that I didn't. After awhile, I got to liking to wear 
diapers, so my Mom and my sister started babying me. I know it sounds 
weird."
	"Not weird at all," I said. "You wanna hear my story?" I asked 
him.
	"Sure," he said. We then all sat down on the two facing couches 
in the middle of the expansive living room and exchanged each other's 
diaper testimonies. Of course Ricky's explanation was told in sign 
language with Darren's interpretation.
	As the evening went on, we all spent time in the rec room and out 
in the living room watching movies. Either that, or we'd be eating in 
the kitchen or playing outside in the back yard. It was a little cool 
to be out there at night in just our diapers, but at least there was 
plenty of lighting.
	By 10:00, all five of us boys were in need of diaper changes and 
the entire rec room smelled of pee and poop. Lisa, Cindy and Nancy were 
all ready to change us. Cindy changed me while Nancy changed Darren. 
She decided to put Darren into a dozen diapers just like what I had 
been wearing all evening. Nancy then changed Alex. Alex didn't mind 
being changed by her since he was used to his own sister changing him, 
and that he hoped he would get to visit more often, expecting Nancy to 
take care of his diaper changes when he visited.
	Lisa had asked Ricky if she could change him, seeing that his 
diaper was drooping from his waist from all the wetness as well as the 
large loads of poop that he had put into the back. While Lisa didn't 
know sign language, Ricky could read her lips and he understood her 
gestures when she asked him if she could change him. At first, Ricky 
was shy about letting Lisa change him. He explained to Darren that Lisa 
was a girl and wasn't sure if he should let her see his private parts.
	Darren then said back to Ricky, "Lisa is a very nice girl. She 
changes Chris' diapers all the time and enjoys doing it." Eventually, 
Ricky agreed to let Lisa take his well-used diaper off and to replace 
it with a clean, fresh one. Ricky smiled when Lisa looked at his erect 
penis and started wiping around it as well as his balls, his crotch and 
his butt.
	Tim was the only one who did not have any clean diapers 
available. He was changed just before he came over, diapered up enough 
to last him through the evening until his parents came by to pick him 
up. Because of this, he remained in wet, stinking diapers while the 
rest of us were clean and wiped up with fresh diapers on. His parents 
picked him up at about midnight, which was about when the other boys 
were also picked up and taken back home.
	My parents were still out with my aunt and uncle by the time I 
was getting tired and wanting to go to bed. To me it was 1:00 A.M. 
Darren was tired, too, so he and I went upstairs while Lisa, Cindy and 
Nancy continued to stay up to watch another movie. Darren and I got 
into his bed. Both of us were very aroused from seeing each other's 
enormous diapers all evening long. We left the light on and jacked off 
together before going to sleep.
	The next day, Saturday, was pretty much uneventful. Uncle Frank 
and Aunt Rita had worn themselves out on giving us tours and they just 
wanted a day to relax, and who could blame them after all they had done 
for us. The girls spent their time in the pool and left us boys alone. 
Later on Aunt Rita decided to take them shopping once more.
	Darren and I spent the entire day at home and never once wore 
pants nor disposable diapers. We were diapered heavily enough to only 
need three diaper changes throughout the entire day. Darren's friend 
John came over for awhile, and he even got to wear some real diapers, 
which was his reason for coming over. Nancy, of course, had the honors 
of putting diapers on him, and she didn't disappoint him in the 
thickness as she used a lot of diapers on him. He stayed and looked at 
diaper photos, including several that I had brought with me. We also 
read diaper stories to each other. Tony got out the "diaper book" that 
we had made during our Christmas 1989 get-together. It was fun to look 
back on all the fun things we did with our diapers then.
	John had peed and pooped in his diapers during his visit. He was 
also the first to break down and lose his resistance to jack off, so 
right in front of us he started rubbing his diapered front and brought 
himself to ejaculate. Darren and I then followed. By this time John was 
ready to go. He got himself cleaned up and dressed before heading back 
home.
	After dinner Darren and I then spent the evening writing a story 
about our many fun diaper experiences from this visit. We wanted to get 
in everything we could since it was our last night together until next 
time we met, being that tomorrow morning I would head back to Boise 
with my family. We managed to muster up enough energy to jack off in 
our diapers once more before going to sleep that night.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 24
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	Another week had passed since I got back from Seattle. Spring 
break was over with and things were back to normal as far as my daily 
life was concerned. While I enjoyed visiting Seattle, as well as my 
cousin Darren and all his diapered friends, it felt good to get back 
home Sunday afternoon and to sleep in my own crib again. In fact, I 
slept in it right away as soon as Cindy changed me into my cloth 
diapers.
	I had told Tony about all the diapered boys that I met through 
Darren while I was in Seattle. I then showed Tony the story that Darren 
and I wrote about all the things we did. I even showed Tony the sign 
language that I picked up for several words related to wearing diapers. 
Tony then tried his hand at it, no pun intended. We looked forward to 
maybe having an open conversation about diapers in school without most 
people knowing what we were saying, though I wasn't very well versed in 
all the other words that I would need to know.
	Perhaps the biggest event of the week was that the thirty days 
during which my diapers were to be monitored for their usage, capacity 
and retention, was over with, and at long last, Lisa and Cindy would no 
longer have to keep such close records of my diaper changes. As much as 
they liked to change my diapers and put me in them as thickly as 
possible, they were glad to no longer be bound to the hourly checks of 
my diapers, many of which had been skipped over towards the latter part 
of the thirty-day session. We felt that the records were reasonably 
well-kept, not to mention consistent, since my diapers were always much 
too thick to ever show any signs of leakage. Before mailing off my 
tracking log, Lisa and Cindy went to the library to make copies of each 
page for posterity. I also got to keep the product information, which I 
enjoyed looking at and reading as I anticipated being selected to try 
out the new Thickies diapers.
	While Lisa and Cindy were gone, they also stopped by the drug 
store to pick up the photo reprints that had been made to be sent to 
the Thickies diaper company. They selected pictures that showed me 
wearing my diapers at their thickest and also while I was in some 
embarrassingly compromising positions, such as some that one of my 
sisters had taken of me while the other was diapering me. Fortunately I 
already had my diapers on when these pictures were taken. Several of 
the pictures also showed my diapered butt and crotch prominently. 
Whoever would look at the pictures was sure to see some impressively 
thick diapers. I hoped it would increase my chances for being selected. 
My big concern was the fact that the hourly checks were incomplete, but 
then, I figured most entries would also be like this.
	About a week later I expected to receive some notification in the 
mail from the company that would be making the Thickies diapers. Every 
day I would ask Lisa, who brought in the mail when she got home from 
school, if anything came in the mail for me. After three days of my 
annoying her with this question, Lisa said, "no, Chris, it didn't 
come!" first thing when I walked into the house. After a couple more 
days she had learned to synchronize dropping her shoulders, sighing and 
rolling her eyes along with me as I expressed my disappointment.
	I waited for another couple weeks before I finally got any 
response. Easter had come and gone during this time. Having spent that 
day out at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house, I was hoping that I 
could tell them something about being chosen to test the new diapers 
that were coming out. My cousin Suzy tried to cheer me up and lift my 
hopes, knowing how much this would mean to me, but there was only so 
much she or anyone could do for me.
	I was beginning to think that getting no response meant that I 
was not selected. Every time I looked at the product information and 
the pictures of the Thickies diapers and their models, I was reminded 
of my waning hopes of ever making the first cut. Tony also had yet to 
receive any notice, so we had pretty much considered ourselves out of 
the running. Our dreams of achieving fame and fortune and appearing in 
nationally distributed advertising for diapers for older kids had 
nearly vanished after three weeks.
	Finally, when Lisa had stopped telling me that nothing had 
arrived in the mail each day, she was pleased to inform me, mianly for 
her sake, that I had finally received something with my name on it. The 
day was April 22, almost a month after the tracking sheet had been sent 
in. Lisa waited until after she had put me into my cloth diapers before 
presenting to me an envelope.
	"This is for you," she said, being very subtle about it. It 
didn't even occur to me initially that the envelope could be the one 
from the Thickies company. I just took it from Lisa's hand and looked 
at the envelope. My name and address had been handwritten on the front 
of the envelope. I didn't recognize the name of the company shown with 
the return address, however, so I began to wonder if this was just a 
false alarm. The name shown was CKM Products, Inc. Curious, I opened 
the envelope and examined the contents.
	Right at the top of the letter was the familiar Thickies logo. 
"YES!!!" I exclaimed. "Finally!"
	I hoped that the enclosed letter was going to tell me that I had 
been selected to try wearing the Thickies diapers and to report on 
their effectiveness. This would then lead to my being selected to 
appear in commercials and print advertisements and I would eventually 
become, quite literally, the poster boy for older kids who wear 
diapers.
	I then began reading the letter. My hands were shaking so much I 
could hardly hold the paper still enough to read it. My heart was 
pounding as I nervously anticipated the news, whether it be good or 
bad:

Dear Mr. Barrett,

We have received, reviewed and analyzed thoroughly the Diaper Usage 
Survey and Tracking Sheet that you recently submitted to CKM Products, 
Inc. We would like to thank you for your participation.

	"So far, so good," I thought. It was the first time I could 
recall ever being addressed as "Mr. Barrett." I continued reading:

This letter is to inform you that you have been selected as a test 
subject for our Thickies diaper products.

	"Lisa!" I shouted as I emerged from my bedroom. "They picked me! 
They picked me!" I ran up to Lisa and showed her the letter, jumping up 
and down repeatedly, feeling the weight of my diapers pulling down on 
me with every time I landed from each jump. The pins were holding my 
diapers on very tightly as they had a lot of material to keep fastened 
around my body.
	"Good!" Lisa said as she patted my bottom. "I knew you'd make it! 
I think the pictures helped, as well as the fact that your entry 
probably grabbed their attention when they saw how many diapers you 
wear." With this, Lisa reached for my crotch and pinched my diapers and 
then held her index finger and thumb apart to show me her measurement 
of the thickness of my diapers.
	"However I got in, I got in!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. I 
was so excited that I wet my diapers, though I was likely due to pee 
soon anyway. I couldn't wait to call Tony to give him the big 
announcement. Before I did, however, I read the rest of the letter. It 
explained what the testing of the Thickies diapers would entail. Lisa 
was pleased to see that she and Cindy would not have to keep another 
tracking log, at least not throughout the entire day, anyway. Instead, 
these diapers would be monitored by a specially designed electronic 
device that would be attached to the diapers with sensors of the 
monitoring device placed inside of the diapers.
	The bottom of the letter included a phone number to call so that 
a home visit from a representative for CKM Products could be arranged. 
I decided to wait until Mom came home from work so that she could 
decide when to have the representative come to our house.
	I then picked up the phone and called Tony. I was still so 
excited. My finger was shaking as I dialed the number.
	"Tony! Guess what?!" I shouted right as he answered.
	"What?" he asked. "Must be something good."
	"Oh yeah, it's good!" I said. "I got a letter from Thickies!"
	"Really? Did they pick you?"
	"Yep!" I said. I picked up the letter and read it to Tony over 
the phone. I felt like I was rubbing it in since I knew Tony had also 
been through the same agonizing wait for a response. Obviously, he 
didn't have the same exciting news to share with me that day. I had to 
think of a way to console him.
	"There were probably more entries from kids who use disposables 
than cloth diapers, so they probably had more surveys and tracking 
sheets to look at," I said, trying to assure Tony that he shouldn't 
give up hope just yet.
	"That also means that with more entries, my chances are lower," 
Tony said glumly. I could tell that Tony was happy for me, but he was 
also trying to disguise his jealousy. I invited him over, hoping that 
he wouldn't feel too bad about me getting accepted. I just hoped he 
wouldn't be rejected. I'd really hate to think of what this could 
possibly do to our friendship.
	The next day I went over to Tony's house with him after school. 
Somehow I had a hunch that there would be something in his mailbox 
telling him about his status as far as being selected for trying out 
the Thickies diapers. When we got to his house, he went to the mailbox, 
his hopes of receiving some notification renewed after seeing that I 
had gotten a response. When he opened the box, it was stuffed full of 
the expected bills and junk mail. Tony went through the stack, and at 
the bottom of it was a familiar-looking envelope. Tony's name and 
address were also handwritten.
	"That's it!" I pointed out the envelope to Tony as he had 
overlooked the envelope and started to resign himself to the same 
hopeless feelings that he had before.
	"It is?" Tony asked me. He looked at the envelope again. "Who's 
CKM Products?"
	"That's the company that makes the Thickies diapers," I said. "I 
thought they were just called Thickies Diapers, Inc. or something like 
that. Well, open it and find out."
	"Let's go in the house first," Tony said. "I need to change my 
diapers."
	"Me, too," I said. I followed Tony into his house and into his 
bedroom. He took off his shorts and revealed the sagging wet and loaded 
diaper that he was wearing. I took my pants off and showed Tony my 
diaper, which was in a similarly well-used condition.
	Kara had come to the door and she saw that Tony had already begun 
to change himself. He had his diaper off and he was exposing his poop-
covered bottom.
	"Aww, I was gonna change your diaper for you, Tony," Kara said.
	"That's okay, I got it," Tony said as he cleaned himself. "I was 
really, really dirty and wet and I couldn't wait. You can change Chris' 
diaper, though."
	"Sure," Kara said with a smile. "You look like your diaper's a 
little full, Chris," she said to me as she pushed on my bottom and 
while doing so, pushed some of my poop back up into my butthole. She 
told me to get on Tony's changing pad, which I proceeded to do. She 
took off my diaper and revealed the already-known shitty contents 
smeared all throughout my diaper as well as all over my backside. Kara 
giggled as she ran the wipes all around my hard dick and my balls.
	"I think you've gotten a little bigger since last time I changed 
you," Kara said. I just looked at Kara to acknowledge her remark and 
then she resumed cleaning me up. Kara was unfazed by the odors rising 
up from between my legs as she just routinely wiped away my poop and 
prepared another clean diaper, taken from out of my school bag. She 
stuck the diaper underneath my butt and pulled it up tightly, pulling 
the head of my penis up with the diaper. She taped it shut and then 
left from the room. Tony and I just remained in our diapers for the 
afternoon as my pants and his shorts lay forlornly on the floor.
	"Let's find out if they picked you," I said. "Where's that 
envelope?"
	"On my desk," Tony said as he retrieved it. "How about you open 
it?"
	"Okay," I said as I took the envelope from him. I could tell that 
Tony was really nervous. He was biting his nails, in fact. I was 
nervous, too, since I was afraid of Tony possibly being rejected. I 
ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter.
	"I'm so nervous," I said.
	"*You're* nervous?" Tony questioned. "What for? You've already 
been picked."
	"Yeah, I have," I said. "But I would feel really bad for you if 
they picked me and not you," I said to Tony. "Admit, you've been 
feeling jealous, haven't you?"
	"I have," Tony said.
	"I understand, I'd feel the same way," I said. I then pulled out 
the letter and began reading it. Tony then stopped me.
	"Before you look at that letter, Chris, I just want to let you 
know that even if I've been rejected, and you were picked, I don't want 
this to come between us. I want us to always be friends no matter 
what."
	I could tell that Tony was concerned about how this might affect 
our friendship, and I was concerned, too. We didn't anticipate the 
possibility of only one of us being picked. I put my arm around Tony, 
which then led to a hug. He gave me a hug, too. I even shed a tear.
	"I agree, Tony," I said to him. "Friends forever, no matter what 
this letter says."
	"Well, might as well get it over with," Tony said.
	"You want Kara to read it to us instead?" I suggested as a last-
minute idea to ease the tension on my part.
	"It won't make any difference," Tony said. "Go ahead and get it 
over with."
	"Okay, here goes," I sighed.
Slowly, I unfolded the paper and read it. My hands were shaking once 
more. I just couldn't stand the suspense any more. The sound of a drum 
roll played in the back of my mind. I then read the letter aloud.

Dear Mr. Simmons,

We have received, reviewed and analyzed thoroughly the Diaper Usage 
Survey and Tracking Sheet that you recently submitted to CKM Products, 
Inc. We would like to thank you for your participation. This letter is 
to inform you that you have been..."

	I kept my eyes from reading the next word. I even covered it up 
with my finger. I didn't intend to prolong the agony any longer, but I 
had to prepare myself for possibly being the bearer of bad news.
	"What's it say? What's it say? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Tony 
said as he jumped up and down.
	I had to do it sooner or later. I slowly revealed the next word, 
one letter at a time. First came an s, then an e. I couldn't think of 
any words that started with "se" that mean "rejected" or "denied", so I 
revealed the next letter, l. At this point I was pretty sure it was the 
word I wanted to see. I then revealed and read the entire word, -� 
"selected." I was very relieved to know that I would get to tell Tony 
some good news. Tony picked up on my relieved feelings by my facial 
expression.
	"Did they pick me? Did they?" Tony said, now getting very 
excited.
	I decided to read the sentence again.
	"It says, 'This letter is to inform you that you have 
been...*selected!*'"
	"You serious?!!" Tony said. He snatched the letter from my hand 
and read it himself.
	"Yes! Yes!" Tony shouted. We were both so excited we hugged each 
other again and then danced around, holding each other's hands as we 
swung around in circles. This was even more fun to do in our diapers, 
we decided, so we kept it up for another five or six revolutions as we 
celebrated Tony's acceptance for getting to try out the disposable 
version of the Thickies diapers. After awhile this made us dizzy, so we 
both fell to the floor. We then started playing with each other, 
getting into a tickling match and just having so much fun. Tony 
inadvertently stuck his hand on the front of my diaper and he felt my 
hard-on through it. Kara came into the room to ask what all the 
excitement was about.
	"See that piece of paper?" Tony said as he pointed to the letter, 
which was sitting on the floor. I was on top of Tony and I had him 
pinned down. He was getting an eyeful of my diapered butt, and when I 
looked down at the front of his diaper I could see that he must have 
really enjoyed the view since a tent had formed there.
	Kara walked over to where the paper was lying on the floor and 
she picked it up.
	"You mean you made it?" Kara said, sounding somewhat surprised.
	"Yeah, I did!" Tony said. "So now both me and Chris get to try 
out those new diapers!"
	"In a way, that means I'll be trying them out, too," Kara said. 
"I'll be putting the diapers on you, that is," she added with emphasis. 
"Congratulations, boys!" she said before leaving the room again.
	Tony and I then got back up from the floor and spent the rest of 
the day playing video games and talking about what it would be like to 
both being test subjects for these new diapers. We hoped that we would 
both be selected to appear in the advertising and we talked about this 
at length. I anticipated that the anxiety of finding out about being 
selected to appear in the advertising would be even greater when the 
time came. For now, we were just so happy to have made the first cut. 
We didn't even do any homework like we were supposed to be working on. 
We didn't care.
	Tony's mother then came home from work. Tony ran right up to her 
with the letter in his hand.
	"Guess what, Mom? Guess what!?" Tony said, jumping up and down as 
if someone had stuffed a couple of live frogs down inside his diapers.
	"You got an A on that hard test you were telling me about?" his 
mother ventured a guess.
	"No, this is even better!" Tony said. "They picked me!"
	"Really?" Tony's mother said. "Congratulations!" I watched his 
Mom hug him and pat his diapered butt. I enjoyed listening to his 
diapers rustling as his Mom's hand touched his bottom.
	"This means that you and Chris will be testing those diapers at 
the same time, so I hope you boys make it to the final selections."
	"Me, too," Tony said.
	"As for the test, how did you do?" she asked Tony, abruptly 
changing the subject.
	"I think I did okay. I might even get a B."
	"That's good," his Mom said, probably hoping that Tony would have 
been more confident than that. "I don't suppose you boys have done any 
homework after Kara told me how excited you and Chris got."
	"No, not yet," Tony said. "I'll get started on it now."
	"Okay, it's about time for Chris to go home, anyway," Tony's 
mother said. With this, I said goodbye to Tony and then went into his 
room to get my pants. I didn't put them on, though, as I walked out to 
the driveway in just my diaper and carried my pants folded up and 
draped over my shoulder.
	Tony's mom and I talked about the diaper testing as she drove me 
back to my house. I always enjoyed talking to Tony's mom about wearing 
diapers as she was more open and understanding about it than my parents 
were. A couple minutes later I was dropped off and I went into my 
house. Lisa changed me out of my wet disposable diaper and into my much 
thicker cloth diapers. During the diaper change I told her about Tony 
being accepted for testing the disposable Thickies diapers.
	"I'm happy for both of you," Lisa said to me. "I really am." It 
was one of those rare moments when Lisa was sincerely happy for me.
	"Did Mom call to arrange a time for a rep to come out to visit?" 
I asked Lisa.
	"Yep, next Tuesday evening," Lisa said.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 25
---------------------------

	I felt so nervous as I waited for the following Tuesday to 
arrive. Tony had to deal with the anxiety even longer as he had to wait 
until Thursday to speak with a representative from CKM Products, 
although Tony and I just preferred to call them the Thickies Diaper 
Company. In that time, in spite of our nervous anticipation for the 
visit, we were both in high spirits and we were feeling pretty good 
about ourselves. We looked forward to the coming summer, hoping that we 
would be spending at least part of it in southern California doing 
commercials and print ads for the diapers. Most of all we looked 
forward to maybe meeting some other kids from other cities who were 
also chosen to appear in the advertising.
	Our spirit was dampened the Monday before when Chuck and Steve 
decided to de-pants each of us in the middle of the playground. We 
should have known something was up when looking at the faces of the 
other kids as we went past. All I knew was that suddenly there was a 
lot of cool breeze blowing around on my legs, which had been bared by 
the sudden dropping of my pants. My thick disposable diapers made it so 
the button in the front of my pants could not fasten as securely, and 
once it was undone, the pressure from my diapers expanding outward with 
the release of the button pushed the zipper down quickly, which made my 
pants easier to slide off. Tony wore shorts to school and they only had 
an elastic waist, so he was even easier to de-pants, or in his case, 
de-shorts.
	Dozens of kids were laughing at us, seeing us standing there with 
our pants at our ankles and our diapers fully exposed, both of us wet 
and poopy, too. It didn't help matters that we were both on our way to 
see the nurse to get changed since before lunch she was busy treating a 
boy who had fainted in class. We decided to wait until after we ate 
lunch in spite of the fact that we were verry ripe and overdue for 
diaper changes. Everyone who was standing in front of us could see the 
yellow tint and the sagging of the soaked frontal panels and crotches 
of our diapers. Several girls standing behind me could see and smell 
the presence of my poop-filled diapered behind.
	"Eww, he *does* poop in them!" the girl said.
	We thought that the teacher on duty would come running to the 
scene right away, but the two teachers that were out there that day 
were distracted by a fight between two other sixth-graders on the other 
side of the playground. I reached down to pull my pants back up, all 
while Chuck and Steve both laughed along with the others.
	I expected Tony to pull his shorts up, but instead he left them 
down. What he did next was a complete surprise to me.
	"Okay, Chuck, okay Steve, everybody knows that we wear diapers!"
	Tony then bent over and lifted up his shirt.
	"See, everybody? See our diapers? You all know we wear them!" 
Tony stood back up and bent down again, mooning the other kids with his 
diapered butt so that they would all see it. Some of the girls whistled 
and said, "nice butt!"
	"It's probably filled with shit like Chris' diapers are!" another 
girl said. Tony then pulled his shorts back up and said, "let's go to 
the nurse."
	"Let's go to the nurse!" Chuck mocked. "We're babies and we can't 
change our own diapers!"
	Just when it seemed that nobody would respond to the situation 
that had occurred, Mrs. O'Grady, the teacher on duty, came running over 
to Chuck and Steve. She was the meanest teacher known to our school, 
and I was glad I never got her. She had to have been sixty, her 
retirement was due to come soon, but her age didn't hold back her brisk 
pace as she approached the offending boys and grabbed each one of them 
by their earlobes.
	"Oww! Oww! Let go!" Steve shouted. "Hey! That hurts!" Chuck 
complained. This did not faze Mrs. O'Grady in the least as she clutched 
onto their earlobes even more tightly.
	"You boys just don't learn, do you?!" Mrs. O'Grady shouted 
angrily at them as she escorted them to Mr. Jenkins office. She chewed 
them out all the way there. There was a rumor about Mr. Jenkins having 
obtained two special paddles, each of them with the names Chuck Manson 
and Steve Mackenzie etched into the handles, and that they were 
required to etch a tally mark into the wood of their respective paddles 
each time they had been called in to get their butts spanked. I wasn't 
about to find out if this was true or not. All Tony and I were 
concerned about was getting our diapers changed before they exploded. 
After we left the nurse's office, Megan talked to us about what Tony 
had so boldly done out in front of several of his classmates. She told 
him she admired him for his courage for standing up, or should I say 
bending over, to the other kids. I briefly became jealous when I 
watched Megan make her advances. Sensing that I had an envious look on 
her face, she came over to me and said, "You should do that next time 
someone pulls your pants down, Chris." She put her hands in front of my 
pants, almost as if she wanted to take them off of me, which I had a 
feeling she would have done had we not been on the playground.
	"Uhh, I don't think so," I said.
	"That's okay, I've seen that butt of yours with just diapers 
covering it before," Megan smiled.
	"You do realize that you'll be showing off your butt to the 
entire country if you're picked for modeling the diapers," Tony said.
	"Yeah, but that's different. I mean, nobody is gonna know me in 
the ads or the commercials."
	"Everyone in the entire school is," Tony said. "I bet you 
everyone's Mom here probably either subscribes to Good Housekeeping, or 
Parents, or Child, or Ladies Home Journal, or--"
	"How do you know about all these magazines, Tony?" Megan asked 
him. "Do you read them?"
	"Of course," he said. "Chris and I like to look at all the diaper 
ads."
	"Just the ads with boys," I added, since Tony and I had always 
rejected the diaper ads that showed girls.
	"I also like to go through all the toilet training articles and 
re-write them," Tony added.
	"Everyone here watches TV, too, Chris," Megan said. "If they 
don't see you in a magazine, they'll see you during Seinfeld or during 
all those Nickelodeon shows, which is probably where they'll air most 
of the commercials."
	"Yeah, and since the kids who already wear diapers won't be 
getting up to go to the bathroom, they'll be even more likely to see 
you," Tony said.
	I really hadn't given much thought to the local exposure that I 
would be getting if I were to appear in a diaper commercial or print 
ad. I always thought of how maybe millions of kids would see me in 
diapers without knowing who I really was, but locally, everyone in 
Boise and in all of Idaho would know that I was one of their own, 
strutting across the screen with a voice-over touting the benefits of 
wearing diapers for bedwetting or encopresis or spina bifida, whatever 
reason an older kid has for wearing diapers.
	"I don't suppose they'll really take me, anyway," I said, having 
second thoughts about the whole thing.
	"Why not?" Tony said. "You got picked for testing the diapers, 
didn't you?" Tony said.
	"Yeah, I just hadn't thought about how people around here, right 
here at home, will see me."
	"Oh Chris, don't back out on this now," Tony said with 
disappointment. "I think you'd be a natural for appearing in a diaper 
commercial. Like I just told everyone, they all know we wear diapers 
anyway, so it should be no big deal for Chuck and Steve to pull our 
pants down."
	"Yeah, Chris, just think about how you'll get to brag about being 
on national TV, even if you are going to be wearing diapers in every 
scene."
	"That's a long ways away," I said. "I'm gonna still do the 
testing, because I want the diapers, but I really need to think about 
whether I want to show them off to everyone."
	"Maybe after you talk to the representative you'll feel more 
confident about it," Tony said.
	Megan and Tony continued to persuade me to maintain my 
enthusiastic ambitions to appear in the Thickies advertising. They put 
it into another perspective by asking me if it would matter if a kid 
from the next elementary school appeared in the commercial since I 
wouldn't even know him, or someone from back east. This helped to sway 
my decision somewhat back in favor of going for the advertising spots, 
but I still had my reservations after thinking about how everyone in 
school next fall-- junior high and more kids, nonetheless-- will be 
coming up to me saying, "I saw you in your diapers on TV last night!" 
Or they'd save every copy of the ad they could find and post them 
around the school. I was vacillating between thoughts of national fame 
and local shame.
	The bell was due to ring soon as lunch was about over with. 
Before it did, Tony had an idea and he was quite enthusiastic about it.
	"Hey, let's do a pretend Thickies diaper commercial with you 
guys' video camera after school!"
	"That sounds fun!" Megan said. "That is, I can help with the prop 
department."
	"I'll think about it during Mrs. Stevenson's social studies 
assignment," I said as the bell chimed.
	After school, Tony came home with me, as did Megan. Cindy was at 
her after-school softball practice, so this left Lisa to diaper me up 
for the day. Betty was also there with Lisa that afternoon.
	"Well, hello, Megan!" Lisa greeted her. "Nice to see you. Wanna 
come watch me diaper Chris?"
	"Sure!" Megan said. "But we were going to do something first."
	"What were you guys thinking of doing?" Lisa asked suspiciously..
	"I thought that we could do a Thickies diaper commercial, using 
you guys' video camera," Megan replied.
	"Oh, so you really think you're going to make it all the way, eh, 
Chris?" Lisa asked me. "Getting a little too excited about it?"
	"Well, I dunno," I said. "I mean, everyone's going to see me in 
diapers."
	"Of course, you *are* aware of that, Chris, aren't you?"
	"I mean all the kids at school. I didn't think about how everyone 
around here would also see me, as well as the rest of the country."
	"Well, it's not exactly any secret at school that you wear 
diapers, Chris," Megan said. "Come on, let's do that commercial!"
	"This sounds like fun," Lisa said. Betty was smiling about it, 
too.
	"Okay," I said. "Maybe this will make me feel better about it."
	"Of course it will!" Megan said as she put her arm around me.
	"Okay, so like, do we have a script, or props, or anything like 
that?" I asked. "Or are we just gonna do like an impromptu sort of 
thing?"
	"I'll do the props," Megan said. "I just need some markers and 
some big paper if you have it."
	Tony then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded-up 
piece of paper.
	"What's that?" I asked him.
	"The script I wrote while sitting through the reading lesson," he 
said. "Check it out!"
	"So I have to memorize all this first?" I said.
	"No, you won't have to do much talking," Tony said. "Most of this 
is just a voice-over, which I'll just be reading off-camera, anyway."
	Lisa then helped Megan get some materials for her to make some 
signs and other props for the pretend commercial. Lisa knew that there 
were a couple rolls of blank newsprint out in the garage, so she 
brought one of these into the house. She gave Megan some markers and 
showed her what the Thickies logo looked like by showing her the 
product information booklet. From this, Megan drew a huge version of 
the logo. Lisa took another sheet and then she and Betty drew the logo 
in a repeated pattern all over the paper on several sheets. The idea 
was to paste these sheets on the wall behind where I would be standing. 
The kitchen provided the most space and the best lighting, it was 
agreed upon.
	Meanwhile, Tony was suggesting how to set up the scenes. The 
first scene would show me standing in my disposable diaper that I 
already had on. It would be visibly wet and poopy and sagging when my 
pants were off. He said he'd get some close-ups of both front and rear 
views of my diaper.
	At the last minute, Megan decided that she would read off the 
lines that were originally to be spoken by Tony as a voiceover. Megan 
thought this would make it a cuter commercial if she stood next to me 
and talked about the diapers that I was wearing. I became very excited 
by this thought and agreed to do let Megan do the script. Megan looked 
at Tony's script and she made up some makeshift cue cards from the 
paper roll.
	Lisa then decided that she would also want to have a part in 
talking about the diapers and pointing out their features while I was 
wearing the diapers. Lisa told Megan to substitute for Cindy as they 
would both be acting as my sisters in the commercial. To keep from 
flubbing up the lines, Megan would use her own name but still act as my 
sister. With this idea in mind, they modified Tony's original script in 
order to suit their ideas. They giggled a lot as they wrote it out. 
Betty also suggested adding some dialog. By the time they were done, 
the script was a lot different than what Tony had written out during 
his classroom boredom. Tony decided to run the video camera while Lisa 
and Megan appeared on each side of me. Betty was designated to hold the 
cue cards.
	After all the preliminary details were hashed out and the "props" 
were up, it was time for me to get into "costume," mainly, remove my 
pants. Tony, likewise, removed his pants. Lisa tossed them out of the 
kitchen. The kitchen table was scooted out of the way and the 
background artwork had been pasted on the wall. In the middle was the 
big THICKIES logo that Megan had drawn. Lisa had gotten the video 
camera out and everything was ready.
	I was standing between Lisa and Megan as we all waited for Tony 
to start the taping. We stood off to the side and used the plain wall 
as the background for the first part. We had to do a couple "takes" 
first since Lisa and Megan were giggling so much, as was Betty, who 
could barely even hold the cue cards. I was still in my wet and messy 
diaper at this time, since this was part of the "commercial." The 
longer they giggled, the longer I had to wear the diaper. I wet in it 
again, making it heavier and the front of the diaper bulge out even 
more. Lisa and Megan noticed the extra volume that appeared in the 
yellow-colored front of my diaper.
	Finally, Lisa and Megan got their lines out without giggling, 
though they were smiling a lot and a couple suppressed giggles did get 
through. Here's how it went:

Lisa (put arm around Chris, point to front of Chris' diaper): "This is 
our brother, Chris. He's wearing a heavy-duty diaper right now, but as 
you can see, it just isn't heavy-duty enough." (point to diaper front)

Megan (put arm around Chris, touch front of diaper): "He's a *very* 
heavy wetter!"

	Tony then shouted "cut!" and the scene changed. This time I 
turned around and bent over a little to show my butt to the camera. 
Lisa and Megan remained facing forward. The taping then resumed.

Lisa: "And, he's a *very* heavy pooper, too!" (pat Chris' butt three 
times)

Megan (pat Chris' butt three times): "Whoa, Lisa, you're right about 
that! Lots of poop in that diaper! I'd say the boy needs a diaper 
change!"

(scene change, shoot close-up of Chris' butt, Lisa pats it several 
times)

Lisa (voice only during close-up): "I'll say he does, Megan! Phew!"

(shot of Lisa plugging her nose with a disgusted look on her face)

Megan (close-up of her face and upper chest): "Don't you get tired of 
changing Chris' diapers all the time, Lisa?"

Lisa (close-up of her face and upper chest): "Yes, Megan, I do. I just 
wish there were a bigger and thicker diaper for Chris. He could sure 
use them."

(full frontal shot of all three, Chris turns back around)

Megan: "There *is* a bigger and thicker diaper, Lisa."

Lisa: "There is?"

Megan: "Why yes, they're called 'Thickies.'"

(show close-up of hand-drawn logo)

Lisa: "Thickies? Why are they called 'Thickies?'"

Megan: "Because they're THICK!"

Lisa: "Well, so are the diapers that Chris wears right now."

Megan: "No, Lisa, I mean, these are THI-ICK! And they're BIG, too!"

Lisa: "What do they look like?"

Megan: "Mom just picked some up today. Let me get one and show you."

(Megan walks off the set, returns in next scene with "Thickies" 
diaper.)

	Lisa had taken a stack of a dozen of my diapers and pinned them 
together without putting them on me, that way they would resemble one 
very thick diaper. Megan returned to the "set", holding the thick set 
of diapers. The taping continued and things were going more smoothly.

(Megan holds up diaper in front of her, looks at Lisa, shows the diaper 
Chris out of the scene)

Lisa: "Wow, Megan! That's the biggest, thickest diaper I have ever 
seen!"

(show close up of diaper being held up)

Megan (voice only): "That's why they're called 'Thickies!'"

Lisa (facing Megan): "Do you think Chris would wear it?"

Megan: "He has to, we're his sisters, and if we say he wears them, he 
wears them!"

Lisa: "What are we waiting for? Let's go change Chris into the Thickies 
diaper right now!"

(Megan and Lisa each take Chris' hands and walk him down the hall, show 
shot from front and then from behind, do close-ups of Megan's and 
Lisa's butts and then Chris' butt and then zoom out)

Megan (frontal shot while walking, turning to Chris): "Let's go change 
your diaper now, Chris."

	Tony shot a scene of me being led into my bedroom by Lisa and 
Megan. I got up on my changing table and I was given a diaper change at 
last. While Lisa did the work, Megan and Betty both watched, each of 
them standing at my sides. Lisa removed the wet and very loaded diaper. 
I felt embarrassed as my dick stood up so stiffly the minute the diaper 
was pulled away. Lisa pulled the diaper away from me and showed Megan 
and Betty how much pee and poop I could put in a diaper and smear all 
over my butt. All I could see above me were three girls admiring my 
state of nakedness and uncontrolled sexual arousal. The strong smell of 
my poop didn't seem to deter them. Lisa wiped me clean and then she got 
my cloth diapers ready.
	Betty took the pins out of the "prop" diaper that was intended to 
resemble a single "Thickies" diaper and then she handed each diaper to 
Lisa. Lisa wrapped the first diaper around me and starting pinning it 
on. Megan helped pinning the diapers on and eventually, wrapping the 
subsequent diapers over the others that I was already wearing. Betty 
took her turn and put some diapers on me and pinned them on, too.
	After I was pinned into ten diapers and the next one was getting 
put on me, I looked through a gap between Lisa's and Megan's shoulders 
and saw a red light glowing from outside my bedroom door. It was slowly 
and unsteadily moving back and forth. It was the recording light to the 
video camera. Tony was videotaping the three girls changing my diapers!
	"Hey!" I shouted as I sat up and looked at Tony, who was sporting 
a nicely sized erection in his diaper. "Turn that camera off, Tony!"
	"Sorry, Chris, I couldn't resist," he said. "While your diapers 
were off you couldn't see anything but Lisa's, Megan's and Betty's 
butts, anyway."
	"You would have had to use the wide-angle lens for a shot of my 
butt," Megan said as she pointed to her large rump.
	"Mine, too," Lisa added. "But like I've said to Chris, my big 
butt comes from cellulite; his big butt comes from his diapers."
	"I did get some nice shots of your diapers getting thicker and 
thicker each time one of the girls stepped away from you, though," Tony 
said to me.
	"I can't wait to see what this video looks like!" Lisa giggled. 
Then she said, "Come on, Thickies-Butt!" She slapped my diapered butt 
as hard as she could, knowing that I wouldn't feel a thing, and I 
didn't. She led me back out to the kitchen to videotape the rest of the 
"commercial." I could barely even waddle in such super thickly-stacked 
diapers.
	When the taping resumed, Betty held up a sign that she had just 
made. It simply said "LATER..."
	The next scene showed me standing in between Megan and Lisa, each 
of whom had one hand on my shoulders and pointing to my big diapers 
with the other hand. My shirt had been pulled up and rolled up to fully 
expose the high rise of my diapers. The dialog then followed with 
various scene changes in between:

Lisa: "Wow, Megan, you're right. Thickies diapers are just the thing 
our brother needs!"

Megan: "Yeah, and since they are so thick, he can pee and poop as much 
as he wants without any leaks or spills!"

Lisa: "It'll sure be nice to sit in the living room again without 
having to see if Chris has sat there already."

Megan: "And we don't have to change him until...I don't know, next 
week!"

Lisa: "I don't think he can go quite *that* long without a diaper 
change, Megan!"

	In the next scene I turned around to show my butt to the camera 
as the script called for this.

Lisa: "Megan, what are we going to do about his plastic pants?"

Megan: "Oh, that's easy!" (grab pair of plastic pants outside of scene 
and hold them up) "Thickies makes plastic pants, too!"

	Lisa then put my plastic pants on and she couldn't even fit them 
completely over my diapers, but it was good enough for the commercial, 
anyway.

Lisa: "Now, what about some jeans that will fit over Chris' Thickies 
diapers and plastic pants?"

Megan: "Oh, well, Thickies doesn't make any jeans that will fit over 
their diapers, but then, Chris doesn't need jeans, anyway."

Lisa: "You're right, Megan, he doesn't. After all, doesn't he look so 
cuuuute in his THICKIES DIAPERS!"

Megan: "Yeah, Thickies diapers not only work good, they look good, too-
- on our brother, that is!"

	The last scene showed Lisa holding my pants that I had taken off 
before the videotaping began.

Lisa: "So, I guess Chris won't need these, anymore."

	The next scene showed my pants getting thrown into the garbage 
can with the lid being slammed down afterwards. Last of all was the 
closing scene that showed me standing alone with the Thickies 
"wallpaper" and logo to my side. I then had my one and only speaking 
part in the entire script:

Chris: "Thickies diapers. Because potty training isn't for everyone!"

	The last scene showed a fade-out of a rear shot of me with a 
smaller sign with the Thickies logo pasted onto my shirt. This was the 
end of the commercial.

	"Hey, let's watch it now!" Megan said. All five of us went into 
the living room and crowded onto the couch. I waddled behind them, of 
course. Lisa put the tape in the VCR and then sat down next to me, 
squeezing me between her big right thigh and Megan's left thigh.
	Everybody laughed as we watched the commercial, though I was 
feeling embarrassed about it. I can't say that doing this helped to 
ease my mind about how the kids at school would react to seeing me 
appear in commercials and in magazines. Actually, it did help somewhat, 
knowing that the real commercial, whatever it would be, would certainly 
be done more tastefully.
	While we were watching it, my Mom came home from work. She came 
in the door and saw the five of us sitting on the couch.
	"What are you guys all watching?" she asked.
	"We did a commercial for Thickies diapers!" Lisa said.
	Mom just sighed. "You kids. You boys and your diapers. Had I only 
known what sort of monster we'd create when we put you in diapers, 
Chris."
	"Wanna watch it?" Lisa said.
	"Later, I need to get dinner started, and Megan and Betty both 
need to be going home. I doubt any of you have done your homework, 
either."
	"Okay," we all groaned. Tony put his pants back on and left for 
home. Megan walked with him as she was heading in the same direction. 
Betty took off, too. Lisa and I were called into the kitchen to take 
down all the "Thickies" signs and put away all the paper and other 
materials that we were using. Mom also discovered that my pants were 
still sitting in the garbage when she went to throw out some leftovers 
so that she could use the big pot that had been in the refrigerator for 
the last week. Because of this, she ended up getting my pants dirty 
with the rotted food that she ended up dumping all over them. not that 
I was going to be wearing them until tomorrow, anyway.
	The rest of the evening passed rather uneventfully. After dad and 
Cindy each came home we had dinner, and then Lisa and I all did our 
homework, as did Cindy. Cindy had been told about the "commercial" that 
we shot this afternoon and she wanted to see it, so after dinner, we 
all sat around the TV to watch the "commercial" while enjoying some ice 
cream bars for dessert. Cindy wished she had been a part of making the 
commercial, but she enjoyed watching Megan take her place as my other 
sister.
	After I took my bath and got changed into some clean diapers for 
bedtime I again thought about how the other kids from my school and the 
local area would react to seeing me appear in a diaper advertising spot 
on television if I made it this far. The mock diaper commercial that 
was taped today helped me to overcome my inhibitions about it somewhat. 
In spite of the embarrassing situations Lisa and Betty put me in, I 
figured it wouldn't be so bad when working with a professional crew. A 
second wind of confidence came over me and I went to bed with this 
pleasant thought in my mind as well as in the front of my diapers.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 26
---------------------------

	All day long I thought about what things would be like when the 
representative from CKM Products would be visiting our house this 
evening. I didn't know what to expect once the representative arrived. 
I went home by myself today since both Tony and I each had a ton of 
homework to do and that his Mom had gotten on him for not getting all 
his assignments done the night before. I was hoping he'd get to come 
over with me so he would know what to expect when he was to be visited 
a couple days later.
	I had been told ahead of time to not be in a freshly changed 
diaper, if possible, when the representative showed up. This was so 
that the representative could see how effective my current diapers were 
in order to compare them against the Thickies. Lisa changed me into my 
cloth diapers right away, and knowing that the representative would 
also see me in them, she made sure that my diapers would be thick 
enough to make a big impression on the representative. My bowels had 
been coming out soft and runny again today, and I had pooped three 
times while at school. Because of this I had a good feeling that the 
representative would get a good sampling of how my diapers were 
typically used. At about 5:15 or so, my diapers were still only wet, 
but another flood of wet poop quickly changed that, and once again my 
diapers were once again in their usual stinky state of poopy fullness. 
A little before six, I deposited another warm blast of liquid shit, a 
larger load this time. My entire butt felt like it had half an inch's 
worth of poop on it. I had also been drinking extra fluids to ensure 
that the diapers would be plenty wet, which they were.
	Shortly after 6:00, after my Mom had gotten home from work, the 
representative showed up at the door. I was expecting the 
representative to be a man and had assumed that a man would show up, 
but when my Mom opened the door, I was surprised to hear a woman's 
voice.
	"Hello," my Mom said.
	"Good evening," she said as she shook hands with my Mom. "I'm 
Linda White. I'm here from CKM Products, Incorporated."
	"Yes, please come on in," my mother invited the lady in. She 
appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was dressed 
very professionally in a navy blue skirt and blouse. She was also 
toting a large briefcase. I was sitting at the computer typing a paper 
for school when she showed up. Linda then looked at me sitting with my 
bare legs dangling from the chair, noting that all I had on were some 
very thick diapers and a shirt.
	"I see I've come to the right place," Linda said as she came into 
the living room and approached me.
	"Hello, you must be Chris," Linda said as she extended her arm 
and smiled at me. I extended my arm and shook hands with her.
	"Yes, I'm, Chris," I told her.
	"I'm sure you figured that out pretty easily, since Chris is the 
only one who wears diapers around here," Lisa said to the lady.
	"I'm Linda White, I'm represent the CKM Products Company," she 
introduced herself to me. "You probably know us better as the Thickies 
Diaper Company."
	"That's usually what I call you guys," I said to her nervously, 
being that a lady I had never met before was looking at me in my thick 
diapers. Of course, I knew that my wearing diapers was her entire 
purpose for being here.
	My Mom called me into the kitchen to join her and Linda. As Lisa 
and Cindy were listed as the primary diaper changers, they were also 
called in. Lisa and Cindy exchanged greetings with Linda and they sat 
down across from her. Before I sat down, Linda had me stand next to her 
so that she could examine the diapers that I was wearing. I felt 
embarrassed about her doing this, but I knew that, at least for 
business purposes, she was interested in seeing what my diapers looked 
like and how well they appeared to function. I had a good feeling she 
was expecting my diapers to stink, which they definitely did. She ran 
her hands along the leg openings and the waistband of my plastic pants. 
She was quite impressed by the extreme thickness and overall rise of my 
diapers on my body and she commented on this. She then asked me if I 
could pull down my plastic pants so that she could see the diapers 
themselves. She was quite impressed by the number of pins I had in my 
diapers.
	"To be honest, when I read your questionnaire and saw how many 
diapers you wear, Chris, I wasn't sure if you were serious," Linda 
said. "I can see that you do wear a lot of diapers."
	"Oh yeah, we were very serious," Lisa said with conviction. "If 
you saw what he put in his diapers every day, you'd want him very well-
diapered up, too."
	"Well, Chris, you definitely are the most heavily diapered of all 
the applicants that I have interviewed so far," Linda said. "Is there a 
reason you wear so many diapers?"
	"He likes them really, really thick!" Lisa immediately answered 
for me. "And we just like diapering him that way and watching him 
waddle in them and seeing his butt all padded up."
	"Good thing he's diapered like that, too, considering what he 
puts into those diapers.," she added , reiterating the statement she 
had made just a moment ago.
	Mom looked at Lisa, seeing that she was starting to get carried 
away, so Mom gave her a look of disapproval.
	"Sorry, Mom, but she did ask."
	"I know, but still..." Mom said.
	"I just like to wear them thick," I said, feeling that my own 
answer would have more validity. "I like how they look on me, and they 
feel good that way, too."
	"That's understandable," Linda said as she took note of various 
details concerning my diapers, helping me to feel at ease. "Lots of 
boys enjoy wearing diapers. I have an eleven-year-old son who really 
likes to wear the Thickies Diapers and he says he likes them because 
they're so thick. His sister likes to put him in them, too, for the 
same reasons that your sisters told me. I think you'll like wearing 
them, too, Chris."
	I wanted to know more about Linda's son, so I asked her about him 
and what he wore diapers for.
	"Chris," my Mom said quietly, but sternly as she grabbed my arm. 
"You shouldn't ask those things."
	"It's okay, Mrs. Barrett," Linda told my Mom with a smile. "I 
don't mind at all if he asks. I know how my son feels about his diapers 
and he likes to know about other boys who are like him. He's a 
bedwetter, and he has problems with his bowels, too. He grew up wearing 
diapers and just got used to them. He hated being expected to make it 
to the toilet and this was really tough on him, so then he told us he'd 
rather wear diapers and forget the toilet completely, so we let him 
wear diapers instead and told him he would never have to try getting to 
the toilet ever again. He liked being in diapers all the time and asked 
if he could wear some thicker ones. We started using five or six 
diapers on him at a time. When I learned about the Thickies diapers 
that are coming out I decided to become a representative for this 
division of the company after working in the design department. I felt 
that by having a son who likes to wear diapers, I felt that I was 
qualified for this particular position."
	Linda then continued examining my diapers and asking my sisters 
and me several more questions about my diaper changes and how 
frequently I peed and pooped in them. Linda was genuinely interested in 
the answers that we were giving her and she seemed to enjoy the way 
Lisa and Cindy talked about how I always looked in diapers, but Linda 
had to maintain her professionalism. She wrote down our answers and she 
also had an audio recorder running.
	After thoroughly looking over my diapers, she cleaned her hands 
with a pre-moistened towelette that she had brought with her, 
apparently for this purpose. She then started writing some more notes 
on a form. I couldn't read what she had written, but I was curious what 
it said.
	After Linda completed her interview with us she said that she 
would return in a moment to bring me my trial supply of Thickies 
diapers. She brought in one box. It was big! She could barely even get 
it through the door. Judging from the way she was walking and grunting, 
the box had to have weighed a lot. She set it in the middle of the 
living room floor as my Mom had directed her.
	"There's one more box, be right back," Linda said as she went 
back out to her rental car to retrieve the other box.
	"Wow," I said. "There's more? How big are these things, and how 
many am I getting?"
	"She'll tell you, Chris," my Mom said.
	"Yeah, Chris, keep your pants on," Lisa said to me. "Actually, 
come to think of it, you aren't wearing any."
	"Wow, this is like Christmas!" I commented as I looked at the 
box. "Can I open it now?" I asked my Mom.
	"No, just wait," my Mom told me.
	Linda came back in with a second, smaller box. She asked if the 
living room would be a good place for her to present the diapers and to 
explain their features. Mom said this would be fine. She shut the 
vertical blinds to keep the sun from shining in and she told Cindy to 
shut off the TV. Lisa, Cindy and I all sat on the couch while Mom sat 
in her recliner. Linda stood in the middle of the floor with the boxes 
before her and she opened both of them.
	First, Linda pulled out one of the Thickies diapers from the 
first, larger box. As I expected, the diaper was pure white. It gleamed 
of such absolute cleanliness that I always enjoyed seeing whenever I 
got new diapers. Linda held the diaper before her, and even before she 
unfolded it I could tell that it was quite big and would provide ample 
coverage above my waist. Most of all, it was THICK! Seeing the 
thickness of the fabric edgewise, I could tell that the diaper 
contained at least two, maybe three inches worth of solid material! I 
was drooling when I saw how much padding the Thickies diaper had all 
around it, with even more layers in the front and the seat. The diaper 
most definitely lived up to its name.
	Linda smiled at me as she could sense my joy over seeing the 
diaper. My dick instantly stiffened up at the initial sight of the 
Thickies diapers and I almost came in my diapers without even touching 
myself. She pointed out the other features of the diaper, such as the 
wide crotch, the higher rise, and the high-capacity leak guards around 
the leg openings. She also mentioned that the absorbent core of the 
diaper contained a high-absorbency material that was touted to hold 
twice as much wetness as regular cloth.
	At about this time my Dad came home from work. He pardoned 
himself for the intrusion as he walked through the living room, 
glancing at the diapers that I was going to be wearing fairly soon, and 
passing by as he made his way to his bedroom.
	Meanwhile, Linda continued with her presentation and she showed 
us the plastic pants that were specially designed for use with the 
Thickies diapers. These came out of the second, smaller box. I noticed 
that they were vertically oblong in their shape.
	"Most plastic pants don't have the right proportions to cover up 
the Thickies diapers completely," she explained, comparing the Thickies 
plastic pants to a regular pair that she had also furnished. "These 
will go up high enough to cover up the Thickies diapers. These are also 
made of a heavier vinyl and feature tighter legbands and waistbands 
than most plastic pants."
	Linda then handed me the diaper and the plastic pants so that I 
could look at them and feel them. I wasn't expecting the diaper to be 
as heavy as it was. It contained a lot of material. I ran my hands all 
over it and felt its virgin softness. I then held the diaper in front 
of me and spread it out. I looked at the length of the diaper and the 
way the seams so prominently marked the extra layers in the middle.
	"Let me see it," Lisa said.
	"Me, too," Cindy added. I handed the diaper over to them.
	"Ooh, I can't wait to put this on Chris!" Cindy said as she 
looked at me.
	"I can't wait to see how he looks in it!" Lisa remarked.
	"You will," Linda said. "After this presentation is over with you 
can put it on him."
	Lastly, Linda showed us the diaper pins that came with the 
Thickies diapers. I had never seen such big diaper pins before! They 
were about three inches long and made from a heavier metal.
	"These are some special diaper pins that, like the plastic pants, 
were designed specifically for use with Thickies diapers. Ordinary 
diaper pins would not work with Thickies."
	"I was wondering how we'd ever get such big diapers pinned on 
using ordinary diaper pins," Lisa commented.
	"Well, these aren't ordinary diapers we're talking about here," 
Linda commented.
	Dad had changed into some more comfortable clothes and then he 
joined us in the living room. He took his easy chair and watched as 
Linda briefly recapped what she had told the rest of us about the 
diapers and the other items.
	"I never knew that Chris' diaper obsession would ever lead to 
anything like this," my Dad remarked, seeming to accept the fact that I 
was destined to be wearing such enormous diapers and possibly be 
promoting them nationwide, too. I then looked at the plastic pants. I 
could tell that the plastic pants were tailored with more of a rise in 
them than any of my other pairs of plastic pants.
	"Now, you do realize, Chris, that when you are wearing these 
diapers, you cannot be wearing any pants or shorts over them," Linda 
said.
	"That's not a problem," Lisa said. "He never wears anything over 
his diapers anyway, unless he's in school."
	"Most kids who wear diapers seem to prefer to wear nothing over 
them anyway," Linda said. "And if they regularly wear their diapers 
really thick like Chris does, then they can't fit anything else over 
their diapers. Since my own son is privately tutored and doesn't go to 
a public school he never wears anything over his diapers at all."
	"Hey, can I be privately tutored, too, Mom?" I asked her. I 
thought about how neat it would be to get to wear nothing but diapers-- 
ever-- and not have to go to school and be teased by everyone else for 
wearing diapers.
	"Maybe when we win the lottery we'll hire you a tutor," my Mom 
said, then apologized to Linda for the interruption.
	"That's okay, your son is very excited about this and I 
understand," Linda said and then resumed her presentation.
	"Anyway, as I mentioned, Chris will need to wear nothing but his 
diapers while at home over the next sixty days, the length of the 
testing period. As we just discussed, this obviously won't be a problem 
for you. I just like remind everyone of this. Even the kids who are 
testing the disposable diapers will have to do this as well, even 
though they're not as thick as the cloth diapers. Because the cloth 
diapers are so thick. not only would you have to wear much larger-sized 
clothes, but by having just your diapers on, Chris, this also allows 
others to observe your diapers and how well they perform."
	"So does this mean that we have to fill out another log or 
tracking form?" Lisa asked, sighing.
	"Well, yes, you will be tracking some information again, but it's 
not nearly as intensive as the first one," Linda assured Lisa. "That 
brings me to the next part of my presentation."
	Linda then reached into the smaller box and pulled out a strange-
looking device. It had some white, wide strips of cloth dangling down 
from what looked like a narrow, white belt. It had a plastic buckle on 
it. Attached to the belt was a little electronic black box of some 
sort. It had an LCD screen on the front and a series of buttons. It 
resembled a pager, only that it was a little bigger.
	"What the hell is that contraption?" my Dad asked.
	"This is a monitoring device," Linda said. "It's sort of like a 
Potty Pager-- one of those things that bedwetters sometimes use-- but 
with some modifications that the manufacturer implemented into it 
specially for our purposes. Actually, it has a precise measuring system 
in it that most such devices don't have."
	"So how does it work?" Lisa asked Linda.
	"Chris will wear this belt around his waist, actually, more 
around his chest, given the height of his diapers. These strips will be 
tucked down inside his diaper. The strips will sense and record the 
times at which Chris wets and has bowel movements. It also measures the 
volume of urine and feces. The information is then displayed on the 
front panel on the black box, which is the information that you will be 
using to record the results, and you only have to do it after you take 
Chris' Thickies diapers off of him. It's specially tested and 
engineered, and it's very accurate, too."
	"How were they tested?" I asked Linda.
	"We used them on babies and toddlers first, and then they were 
developed for use with our product by the original testers of the 
Thickies prototype, the boys that you see on the cover of the product 
information packet."
	I wasn't so sure about having to wear this particular diaper 
doodad. It made the whole thing seem too scientific, like I had 
suddenly become some sort of lab rat. My biggest concern was if it 
would be uncomfortable, so I asked Linda about this.
	"You won't feel a thing," she assured me. "You won't even know 
the strips are in your diapers."
	"Does it make any sound or anything?" my Mom asked Linda.
	"A green light goes on when it detects new wetness and a red 
light goes on when it detects a bowel movement. It will also emit a 
beeping sound, though this can be toggled on and off with a little 
button so that it won't disturb sleep. After the device has measured 
the amount of urine and fecal matter that it has been tested to hold it 
will then alert you to change him. I think you'll be surprised by how 
much these diapers can hold."
	"What if Chris wears more than one diaper?" Lisa asked.
	"Well, these diapers are pretty thick, so I don't think you'll 
need to put more than one diaper on Chris, but if you want to change 
the settings you can. The instructions will explain how to do this."
	Linda then said that it was time for me to get put into my new 
Thickies diaper. She waited out in the living room and talked with my 
parents about things like how the monitoring devices were being 
developed in cooperation with another company that was interested in 
using them for institutional use. As my dad was a stockbroker, he 
became interested in the CKM company from a financial perspective as 
well as the company that manufactured the monitoring devices.
	Meanwhile, Lisa and Cindy were given the Thickies diaper and the 
plastic pants. They stripped me of my regular diapers and thoroughly 
cleaned up my bottom.
	Lisa and Cindy had to toss a coin to determine who would get to 
put the first Thickies diaper on me. I had a hunch that Lisa would get 
it, and she did. As a consolation, however, Cindy would get to put my 
plastic pants on.
	As I watched Lisa spread the diaper out in front of me I felt my 
dick-- already in its fully erect state�tingle and tease me with 
harbingers of an ejaculation. I managed to keep my semen down, that is, 
until I felt Lisa pull the super thick fabric over my penis and balls. 
At that point I shot my load into the diaper before it was even pinned 
onto me.
	Lisa looked down at my crotch and then she ran her hand along it 
to feel the thickness of the diaper. This forced more semen to spurt 
out into the front of the diaper.
	"This is one THICK diaper, Chris!" Lisa said, unaware of what I 
had just done in it. She then pulled the front of the diaper back to 
readjust it so that she could pull it up higher and tighter. When she 
did, she saw the white gooey mess that was all over my stomach.
	"Oh my God!" Lisa said. "You just jizzed, Chris!" I didn't say 
anything. It felt good, but it was also embarrassing for how it 
happened.
	"I had a feeling that would happen sooner or later," Lisa said. 
"Well, you'll do a lot more in it by the time the night's over with."
	Lisa got the enormous diaper wrapped around me and pinned it on 
using all eight of the big diaper pins that were supplied. The diaper 
covered more than just my stomach. It came up to my rib cage. I could 
feel that it came up even higher in the rear. This was a serious 
diaper!
	I hopped down from my changing table. I stood there and felt the 
thick diapers forcing my legs apart. I knew I would not be able to walk 
in these diapers any more normally than I did in the others. They felt 
just as thick as the dozen regular diapers that I was usually put in.
	Cindy then got ready to put my plastic pants on. Before she did, 
she commented on how my Thickies diapers looked from behind.
	"The seams and the extra layers bulging out in the rear really 
make your butt stand out even more," Cindy said. "Reminds me of your 
training pants. Of course, the training part of it was a moot point. 
Anyway, you look cute!"
	Cindy then put the plastic pants on over the Thickies diaper. 
They came up as high as my Thickies diapers did. They were still tight 
like my other plastic pants. Lisa and Cindy then felt that a 
"christening" of my new Thickies diapers was in order by giving me a 
"spank test."
	"Linda's waiting on us," I said.
	"I know, but we have to do this," Lisa said with a smile as she 
sat down in my desk chair and bent me over. I didn't bother fighting it 
since this would only make things worse. I had a hard time admitting 
it, but I sort of enjoyed getting spanked, too, at least as long as I 
had diapers on and that it wasn't for punishment. I figured that I 
didn't resist probably because of how much attention my sisters paid to 
my prominently padded-up rear end, which was another thing I enjoyed 
about wearing diapers around them. She and Cindy then took turns 
whapping my heavily diapered butt as hard as they could. I could barely 
feel it and I told my sisters that I wasn't feeling anything.
	"Then these diapers pass the test!" Lisa said as she delivered 
one final swat. We went back out to the front room. Linda had the 
monitoring belt ready. She asked me how the diaper felt.
	"It feels really good," I said honestly.
	"It's good and tight?"
	"Yes," I said. "I'm not used to them going so high, though."
	"Well, that's part of the design," Linda said. "You do realize 
that these diapers were designed to be worn by themselves, so even if 
you did get some pants that will fit, they won't cover the top portion 
of the diaper."
	Linda then put the monitoring belt around me and demonstrated how 
the strips were to be inserted inside the diaper. I looked down at the 
black box that was strapped over my stomach. Right away the green light 
went on and the beeper sounded, though I hadn't peed.
	"Did you wet already?" Lisa asked me.
	"No," I said. I knew the diaper had picked up moisture from 
having ejaculated into them, but I didn't want to explain this to 
Linda.
	"It will do that if it detects any moisture after it's 
initialized," Linda explained.
	"I think I know what that moisture came from," Cindy said with a 
suppressed giggle. Linda then explained how the monitoring device was 
to be used during the testing period.
	"After you change Chris' diapers, press this button and this will 
initialize the monitoring device," Linda said. "That's all you have to 
do yourself."
	"What about the batteries?" Cindy asked.
	"It just uses two AAA batteries," Linda said.
	"So how many diapers do I get?" I asked, not having yet looked in 
the box to see how many there were.
	"You get twelve diapers and six pairs of plastic pants. This 
should be enough to last you during the testing period."
	"I do get to keep the diapers, don't I?" I asked.
	"Oh yes, most definitely," Linda told me.
	"Who'd want them after *you* used them, anyway?" Lisa asked me, 
mainly to mock me for asking such a question.
	"All we take back are the monitoring devices," Linda said. We 
also ask that your parents leave a deposit in the event the device is 
lost, stolen or willfully damaged."
	By the time Linda had left it was time for dinner. As it was 
already well past 7:00 P.M., Mom called out for pizza instead of 
cooking. Within my first hour of wearing my Thickies diaper I peed and 
pooped in it, too, triggering both lights on the monitoring device at 
the same time. Needless to say, the delivery driver took a double take 
when he saw me wearing such a massive diaper while I was sitting at the 
computer writing about tonight's events Doogie Howser style. I called 
Tony to tell him what had happened during the presentation. He laughed 
when I told him about the monitoring device.
	"Don't laugh too much," I said. "You're probably gonna end up 
wearing one, too."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 27
---------------------------

	Tony came home with me after school the following Wednesday. 
After what I had told him on the phone last night and during school, he 
couldn't wait to see what these Thickies diapers were actually like. He 
was also interested in seeing how the monitoring device worked.
	Lisa and Cindy were both there that day as well as Cindy's friend 
Gina. Cindy's softball practice had been canceled on account of the 
heavy rain that had been falling all day long. Tony and I both came 
into the house soaking wet, not just in our diapers, but all over.
	"A little wet, I see," Lisa said as she watched Tony and I enter 
the house with rainwater dripping from our jackets. My hair was 
drenched, too. She took our jackets and then told me to get to my room 
so that she could diaper me.
	Tony went into my room with me as he wanted to look at one of the 
Thickies diapers. While Lisa got one of the diapers out for me, she 
grabbed another one for Tony so he could look at it.
	"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed as he held the big diaper. "This 
thing is thick, and heavy!"
	"Wanna try wearing one?" Lisa offered.
	"Uh, sure," Tony said nervously. "I just want to know what they 
feel like."
	"You will," Lisa said with a smile. Lisa stripped off my soaking 
wet disposable diaper and wiped my genitals dry.
	"No poop today?" Lisa said as she only had to wipe pee wetness 
from my butt this time. "That's a surprise."
	"I had to get an emergency diaper change just after the last 
recess," I told her.
	"What a shame to waste a good diaper like this without you 
putting it to its full use," Lisa said as she tossed the wet diaper 
into the pail. Next, she powdered up my entire butt and crotch, pouring 
a generous amount into her hand and rubbing it all around me, ensuring 
that my erection would not disappear any time soon.
	I wasn't used to seeing my sisters only have to prepare one 
diaper before putting it on me. I was used to watching them stack up a 
bunch of diapers, and I enjoyed seeing how many diapers I was about to 
be wearing for the next several hours before they were to be removed 
and replaced with another equal or greater amount of diapers to be worn 
until morning. Funny thing that Lisa was thinking the same thing.
	"You know, Chris," Lisa started, "one thing I miss about these 
Thickies diapers is that they're already stacked together into one 
diaper, and I liked stacking your other diapers and seeing how many 
diapers I could put on your butt," Lisa said. "I also miss the pins."
	"So, see how many Thickies diapers you can put on him," Tony 
suggested. I couldn't imagine what *two* of these monstrous diapers 
would feel like, and when Lisa took Tony up on his suggestion, I didn't 
have to imagine it for very much longer.
	"Let's see if you can handle two Thickies," Lisa said to me. 
Without hesitation she reached for a second diaper. I didn't even think 
two such diapers worn together would be possible, but it was. By adding 
the second huge diaper, she doubled the bulk of the padding all around 
me. I felt the thickness the most in my crotch and over my butt. 
Because of having only eight of the large diaper pins, she had to use 
four on the first diaper and four on the outer diaper. I wished I had 
thought to ask Linda if she had extra diaper pins when she visited last 
night. I figured maybe Tony could get some from her when it was his 
turn to be visited. Lisa then put the plastic pants on me, being sure 
to let Tony see a pair of them.
	"Those are specially made for Thickies diapers," Lisa explained.
	"Yeah, they do go just a bit high, don't they?" Tony said as he 
examined the somewhat vertically disproportionate garment.
	"They have to," Lisa said. "Chris almost doesn't even need a 
shirt with these diapers."
	I still got to wear a shirt in spite of the fact that I could 
feel the diapers rise up past my elbows when I put my arms at my sides. 
The shirt, however, wasn't one of my regular shirts. Just before Linda 
left last night, she mentioned that there were two white T-shirts in 
the box with the Thickies logo emblazoned in red across the front and 
back of them. These shirts were purposely cut shorter than a regular T-
shirt, most likely so that most of the diapers would be showing. As I 
sat up, Lisa put one of these shirts on me to replace the one I had 
worn to school that day.
	"Your other shirt was wet from the rain, anyway," Lisa said as 
she tossed it into my clothes hamper. As I scooted forward on the 
changing table I could feel the diapers beneath me cushioning my bottom 
several inches from the surface of the table. When I got down on the 
floor I couldn't put my legs together and was forced to waddle. I 
looked at my butt in the mirror on my door. Through the plastic pants I 
could see the seams that marked the extra padding in the rear of my 
diapers.
	Lisa still had yet to attach the monitoring device, and Tony had 
yet to see it. Before she let him see it, she swapped out the 
changeable detector strips with some clean ones, setting aside the 
urine and poop-covered strips to be rinsed off later. Four sets of 
sensing strips were supplied with the monitoring device.
	"So, what's this monitor thing you were telling me about?"
	"Well, that's what I'm about to demonstrate," Lisa said to Tony 
as he sat in my desk chair and watched. He had taken his rain-dampened 
pants off, I assumed, to give his hard-on some space.
	Lisa let Tony look at the device before she took it back from him 
and put it around me. She stuffed the detector strips down inside my 
diapers. The strip that went down into the seat of my diapers had a 
small probe attached on the end. I felt Lisa shove it down into my butt 
crack. My tight diapers required Lisa to grab a ruler from my desk in 
order to stuff the sensor strip all the way down. Lastly, she cinched 
the belt around me at chest level.
	Tony had been waiting his turn to be diapered in a Thickies, and 
within minutes, he had been stripped of his disposable diaper and 
cleaned of his bowel movement, assuring Lisa that there was no escaping 
wiping up a stinky boy's butt after school. His poop-laden diaper was 
tossed in with the diaper that Lisa had just removed from me. His dick 
stood completely stretched out as he awaited the Thickies diaper. Lisa 
powdered him up first, teasing his erection in the process. I enjoyed 
watching Tony's naked crotch instantly become fully and thickly 
diapered in one fell swoop. Lisa topped the diaper off with another 
pair of the plastic pants and then she dismissed him and helped him 
down from the changing table. He waddled over to me.
	"What do you think?" I asked him.
	"I love these," Tony said with a grin. "Of course, I'm used to 
disposables, but these feel really good!"
	Tony then looked at the monitor device and asked if Lisa had one 
that he could wear.
	"No, they just give you one," Lisa said. "You'll be getting one, 
too. Okay, let's go show Gina what you boys look like in your 
Thickies."
	Lisa escorted Tony and me to the girls' bedroom where Cindy and 
Gina were supposedly doing homework, but instead looking through past 
issues of Tiger Beat. Lisa opened the door and the two girls looked at 
us and giggled.
	"Cute shirt," Gina said.
	"You mean, you didn't notice his DIAPERS first?" Lisa said.
	"Of course, it's just that it's the only thing I have ever seen 
Chris wearing here and I'm so used to it," Gina explained. "That, and I 
got a brother in diapers myself, too."
	"Why is Chris' diaper so much thicker?" Cindy asked, noting that 
my diapers bulged out more than Tony's, though his one diaper was still 
impressively bulky.
	"I double-diapered him," Lisa said.
	"You mean, you got *two* Thickies to fit him?" Cindy asked 
incredulously.
	"Oh yeah," Lisa said. "Maybe we can get him some Thickies in the 
next size up and try three of them sometime."
	As much as I loved thick diapers, I couldn't imagine what three 
of these huge diapers would feel like or look like.
	"What's that black thing?" Gina asked. She got up and took a 
closer look at it.
	"It tells us when Chris pees and poops," Lisa explained. "You 
can't tell what he's doing in these diapers without it. The green light 
means he's wetting, and the red light means he's pooping. It also 
beeps."
	When I turned around, Gina noted how the extra seams in the seat 
and the extra padding drew even more attention to my rear end.
	"Gee, Chris, it's not like your butt doesn't already draw enough 
attention to itself," she said. "I can't wait to see Bryce wearing 
those Thickies diapers as soon as they're available."
	I showed Tony the booklet that came with the monitoring device as 
well as the sheets where the information from the monitoring device was 
to be recorded. The monitoring device would measure how long I had worn 
the diapers from the point at which the unit is initialized after a 
diaper change. It also listed the times at which it detected new 
wetness and bowel movements as well as the cumulative weight and volume 
of my wastes. Lisa set this same data form up on the computer's 
spreadsheet application, Lotus 1-2-3, just so she could have more fun 
with it and chart it all out on graphs.
	Later on, Tony and I were playing on the computer since neither 
of us had enough homework to bother with it at that time. While I was 
in the middle of a game I had to pee, and when I did, the green light 
on my monitoring device went on and it beeped, too. The display 
indicated how much urine it had measured and how much weight it added 
to my diaper. Cindy and Gina were both watching TV when they heard my 
monitoring device go off and they both got up to look at me.
	"Green light, he's just wet," Cindy said. "He'll be okay for 
awhile."
	Tony's mother came by a short time later to pick him up, though 
she was earlier than what Tony had been expecting. As usual, Tony's mom 
stayed out in the car and sent Kara to the door to get her brother. 
Tony was still in the Thickies diaper when Kara came inside to get him. 
She looked at both of us and asked us if these were the Thickies 
diapers.
	"No, these are called Thinnies," Tony remarked jokingly. "The 
Thickies are a lot thicker."
	"So that must be what Chris is wearing then," Kara said, noting 
that I was doubly padded up.
	"Actually, he's just wearing two Thickies," Lisa explained.
	"What's that thing?" Kara asked as she pointed to the monitoring 
device strapped across my stomach. Lisa then briefly explained its 
purpose and then she demonstrated it to Kara. Lisa pressed a button to 
activate the display.
	"See, he's already wet in them and it tells you how much he peed 
and the times he peed. It beeps and these lights will go on when he 
pees or poops."
	"I'll be getting one with my diapers, too," Tony said to Kara. 
"So you'll get to see it when my diapers come tomorrow."
	A couple minutes later Tony's Mom honked her horn.
	"I'd better get going," Tony said. "But I need to change out of 
this diaper first."
	"I'll go tell Mom you'll be right out," Kara said as she ran back 
outside. During this time Lisa took off his Thickies diaper and put him 
into one of his disposables that he was carrying around. Tony then 
picked up his pants and carried them out with him, staying in just his 
diaper. He then went out to the car with his sister.
	I decided to work on my math assignment, which was the only thing 
I had to get done. I could feel a bowel movement coming. The second the 
poop began to fill my diaper the red light came on and it sounded with 
a beep at a lower pitch.
	"Chris just pooped his diapers!" Lisa shouted out to the front 
room to Cindy and Gina, as Lisa could see the red light glowing on my 
monitoring device from beneath the kitchen table.
	"How much?" Cindy asked. Lisa then told me to stand up so she 
could check the monitor. Reluctantly, I scooted away from the kitchen 
table and stood up. I turned to Lisa so that she could look at the 
display, which was still flashing the numbers as it hadn't yet finished 
detecting the flow of poop out of my butt since I was still releasing a 
few squirts.
	"Uh, it says 19.7 ounces�wait-- 19.8, 19.9...let's see if he hits 
twenty ounces."
	The display remained at 19.9 ounces and stopped flashing.
	"You done pooping yet, Chris?" Lisa asked me as she reached 
around to pat my butt. "I was hoping you'd make it to ten."
	"I dunno," I said as I felt the poop spread throughout the back 
of the diapers and could smell it, too. I was stuck between the chair I 
had been sitting in-- which was up against the wall behind me-- and 
Lisa's large body, so I couldn't move when she wanted to feel the 
padding of my diapered behind.
	"Can't feel a thing, except your thick diapers," Lisa said a she 
pushed her hand in on my butt, making the poop squish around. I was 
afraid it would throw off the monitoring device when she did this, but 
it only measured what it could detect from the initial discharge, 
according to the book.
	"I can see why they have to use these monitor things on you," 
Lisa said.
	I still felt more poop waiting to come out of my butt and I 
pushed it out while I was still standing. I emitted a fart sound and 
pooped some more. The display instantly shot up to a reading of 22.1 
ounces of fecal content weight, which was labeled "FCW" on the display. 
Beneath this reading was the fecal content volume, which read "FCV"; it 
read 18.7 ounces. Lisa came back to check it when she heard it beep 
again.
	"Whoa!" she said. "I never realized you pooped so much, Chris," 
Lisa said.
	"You should know how much he poops by now, Lisa. You've seen it 
in his diapers every day," Cindy said as she and Gina came into the 
kitchen to take a look at the monitoring device.
	"Yeah, but I've never actually measured it before," Lisa said. "I 
can't wait to see what your charts and graphs will look like when this 
is all done," she giggled.
	As the afternoon continued on I finished my homework and then 
watched some TV. Each time I peed or pooped my diapers the alarm went 
off. Lisa and Cindy could hear it every time, and they'd announce it 
all over the house. The monitor device never did reach a point where it 
indicated that a diaper change was recommended.
	At about 8:00 I was diapered for the night. The device hadn't 
indicated that I needed a diaper change since the pre-determined 
capacity of the diapers hadn't yet been attained. Lisa took off my very 
wet and soiled diapers. Cindy took the monitoring device and wrote all 
the numbers from the display onto the tracking sheet.
	"Do you suppose they pick the ones who pee and poop the most to 
be in the commercials?" Cindy asked as she wrote the numbers down.
	"Dunno, but looking at some of those numbers that Chris was 
making on his monitor, I'd say he's a shoe-in at this rate," Lisa said.
	Lisa double-diapered me again, which I had a feeling she and 
Cindy would doing from now on, at least for the duration of the testing 
period. I had 59 days to go. If she could fit a third diaper over the 
first two Thickies I'm sure she would do it. I could barely walk in 
what I had on now.
	After I went to bed that evening I lay there in my crib and felt 
my nightly urge to jack off in my diapers coming on strong. I was too 
tired the night before to masturbate, and tonight I was really feeling 
as horny as any twelve-year-old boy would feel if he missed a night of 
jerking off, so this would be the first time I would masturbate in the 
diapers with the monitor attached. I didn't think about it going off 
when I ejaculated as I was too consumed in my intense thoughts about 
Tony, plus several other boys at school I wished I could see wearing 
diapers and peeing and pooping in them, later to be changed by the most 
attractive girls in the school who volunteered to be designated diaper 
changers for all the boys who wore diapers.
	After I achieved climax, the alarm went BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! It 
was dark in the room, but I was curious to see what the monitor had 
registered. I figured the numbers would be there in the morning, so, 
feeling weak and limp now, I didn't bother to get up and turn on my 
lamp to check.
	After I fell asleep I had a dream about Megan and I swimming by 
the river. She was completely naked and I was in my Thickies diapers, 
which were even thicker in the dream, so the dream was quite arousing 
in that I enjoyed being in diapers around Megan, whose unclothed body 
teased my hard-on and tempted it to come out of the thick diapers that 
I was wearing. Megan told me that I had to be a "good boy" and leave my 
diapers on. I told her that I had a big boner and that she was making 
me have one, so I told her to get dressed if she wouldn't let me touch 
her.
	"I didn't bring my swimsuit, and I came down here to swim, and so 
did you, so maybe if you go into the cold water your wiener will go 
down."
	I decided to do this. Megan then took me out to the running river 
water until it was up to my waist. The water soaked into my diapers and 
the monitor alarm started beeping constantly because of the flowing 
water soaking up my diapers and giving the monitor false readings. 
Several other girls nearby were staring, wondering what the obnoxious 
sound was. The alarm then started beeping louder and louder, until, 
upon waking up, I realized that the monitor really was beeping and 
flashing green. I had an intense hard-on, which I imagine came from the 
dream as I recalled visions of Megan's naked behind, but my diapers 
were also freshly wet. I realized that I forgot to press the button 
that mutes the beeps on the monitor. I stood up in my crib and reached 
for my lamp so that I could see the button. While I was up I checked 
the numbers on the display, which had taken a small measurement when I 
jacked off earlier.
	I silenced the monitor device and then I turned the light off. I 
thought back on the dream that I just had and I jacked off again. It 
triggered the green light, but there was no beeping sound. As I had to 
shit at that time, I dumped into my diapers, too, which activated the 
red light. After I relaxed myself again I fell to sleep in my pee and 
poop-filled diapers.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 28
---------------------------

	It was the second weekend in May. This time of year was Lisa's 
birthday-- which was on May 14th-- and Mother's Day. Because of the 
proximity of Lisa's birthday to Mother's Day, we usually celebrated 
these two events together on Mother's Day with the family. Lisa, 
however, liked to have her friends come over to have a birthday 
celebration of her own. She usually celebrated her birthday on the 
Saturday before Mother's Day, but since it was on a Friday this year, 
she decided to have her party that afternoon after school and then go 
out with her friends to a movie that night. She was sixteen years old 
this year.
	Tony came home with me after school that Friday afternoon, being 
that it was the weekend. Before he came over, I told him that Lisa 
would also have some other friends from her school there and they would 
see him in his diapers if he was there.
	"I know, that," Tony said. "That's why I want to come over, to 
show them off."
	"You're quite the exhibitionist when it comes to wearing diapers, 
Tony," I said. "Of course, I get excited, too, when someone sees me in 
my diapers for the first time."
	Lisa was hanging out at Betty's house as she knew that Cindy and 
Gina were at my house decorating for the birthday party. Shortly after 
we arrived, Bryce came over as he had been told by Gina that day. All 
three of us boys were wet and stinky and needed diaper changes. Bryce 
also needed a change of shorts as his had gotten wet from his diaper 
leaking on him. He also look embarrassed because of this.
	"Everybody laughed at me for getting my shorts wet," Bryce said, 
trying to suppress his tears.
	"How long did you go without changing?" Gina asked him as she 
examined his soaked shorts.
	"All day," Bryce said.
	"Didn't the nurse change you?" Gina asked her brother.
	"No, I ran out of extra diapers at school," Bryce said with 
regret.
	"Well, this is what happens when you don't remember to take extra 
diapers to school," Gina reminded Bryce of his past incidents of 
forgetting to replenish his supply at school. "Your shorts are too wet 
to wear now, so I guess that means you'll have to go around in just 
your diaper while your shorts are in the wash."
	I watched Gina take Bryce into my room. His butt was puffed up 
from all the wetness that had soaked into the back of his diaper, plus 
that there was poop adding to the bulge on his behind. I followed them 
into my room, mainly to watch Bryce get his diaper changed, as did 
Tony.
	Gina told Bryce to get up on my changing table. There, he lay as 
he waited for Gina to remove his overused diaper.
	"I thought these diapers could last longer than that," Bryce said 
as he lay there before Gina, still wearing his stinky diaper.
	"Maybe you need thicker diapers, Bryce," Gina said to her brother 
without hesitation as she was thinking about putting him into a 
Thickies diaper.
	"You mean, the Thickies?" Bryce said. He had heard a lot about 
them from Gina, who had been told about them from Cindy. Gina had since 
then been over to see me and Tony in our Thickies diapers, as well as 
the monitoring devices that we had to wear with them.
	"Yeah, you might as well try them out since you're here," Gina 
said to him.
	"They're cloth diapers, right?" Bryce asked.
	"Chris' diapers are cloth, Tony's are disposables," Gina said. 
"You probably want the disposables, huh?"
	"I just want to be changed," he said. "I'm poopy, too."
	"Yeah, you could say that," Gina said to Bryce as she patted his 
bottom and felt his big pile of poop sagging in the rear of his diaper.
	Gina then asked Tony, "Do you have any Thickies diapers on you?"
	Tony then pulled his shorts down to reveal his diaper. He wore 
just his regular diapers to school as his Thickies disposables were to 
always be accompanied with a monitoring device, which he only wore at 
home. The Thickies disposables were also too thick for the pants and 
shorts that he had to fit over them.
	"I've *always* got a diaper on me," Tony said as he pointed out 
his wet diaper to Gina. The front of his diaper had swollen up and was 
stained yellow. Tony decided to take his shorts the rest of the way off 
and he stepped out of them.
	"Smart-ass," Gina said. "Smart-*diapered*-ass, that is," she 
added as she slapped him on his butt.
	"You're poopy, too," she said as she noticed that Tony's diaper 
had a warm, mushy bulge in the seat. At this time, Cindy decided to 
take my shorts off, too, so she just yanked them down and told me to 
step out of them. I stood there in just my drooping wet and soiled 
diaper.
	"Are all the school nurses on strike now, or what?" Cindy asked.
	"What do you mean?" I asked her.
	"Well, from the looks of it, you didn't get changed, and neither 
did Tony, and Bryce didn't get changed at his school, either."
	"We got changed at lunch like we usually do," I said.
	"Then it's a good thing you're both about to be wearing Thickies 
the rest of the night," Cindy said. "It looks like you'll need them."
	Gina then asked Tony again about having an extra Thickies diaper 
for Bryce to wear.
	"Just one," Tony said. "I was going to wear it when I came over, 
and you've seen how big and thick these diapers are. I can't fit more 
than a couple of them in my bag very easily."
	"Very well," Gina said. "It looks like you'll have to wear one of 
Chris' cloth Thickies," Gina said to Bryce, smiling. "I wanted see you 
wearing one of them. anyway."
	Gina then took off Bryce's soiled, sopping wet diaper. Tony and I 
stood there with Cindy as were next in line to be changed. As I 
watched, I saw that Gina had a big mess of Bryce's to clean up as I 
could see his poop-covered bottom. The vile filth of Bryce's shit-caked 
ass cheeks was staring Gina in the face as she dutifully and routinely 
revealed the soft, pink skin of his butt underneath the layer of poop, 
wiping it away. She then powdered Bryce, helping him to maintain his 
erection as she spread the powder all over his sensitive young male 
genitalia. At this time Cindy then got out one of my Thickies diapers 
and showed it to Bryce.
	"You really want me to wear *that*?" Bryce asked Gina as he was 
amazed at the magnitude of the diaper.
	"Yes, Bryce," Gina said. "I've been waiting for this day, not 
just because it's Lisa's sixteenth birthday party, but because I knew 
this would give me a chance to see you in the Thickies diapers."
	Bryce resigned himself to having to wear one of my Thickies 
diapers around while his shorts were being washed and dried. Cindy gave 
the big diaper to Gina, who then stuck it beneath Bryce's butt. As he 
sat down on it he commented on how bulky it felt.
	"How thick is this diaper?" he asked.
	"Oh, I'd say about a couple inches or so," Cindy said with a 
smile. Gina continued diapering Bryce in a Thickies. Because Bryce's 
body was smaller and he was shorter, the diaper came up even higher on 
him than it did on me. It almost engulfed his entire chest. Since we 
had managed to procure some more diaper pins from Linda when she 
visited Tony, there weere enough pins for Bryce's diaper as well as my 
own. Bryce then sat up and pulled his shirt up.
	"This diaper comes up too high," Bryce said as he looked down at 
the big diaper that surrounded his body.
	"Gee, Bryce, are you afraid it might show above your shorts?" 
Gina said with a laugh. "Not that you'll be wearing them, of course."
	Bryce knew that he had to wear the diaper for at least a couple 
hours while his shorts dried and he resigned himself to this. He had 
been hoping that he wouldn't be seen by all the other girls this way 
and counted on having his shorts, but as things turned out, he would 
end up just like Tony and me. He let Gina put the plastic pants on over 
the Thickies diaper. The pants fit a little bit more loosely, but they 
still covered his diaper snugly.
	Bryce then got down from the changing table. He could barely walk 
in the Thickies diaper as he waddled across my bedroom. I looked at his 
butt all padded up. The diaper appeared even bigger and thicker on 
Bryce than it did on me as it was proportionally larger.
	Next came my turn to be changed. My disposable diaper was also 
sagging from holding so much pee and poop and I couldn't wait to have 
it off of me. Cindy pulled away the tapes and exposed my smelly bottom. 
Bryce and Tony watched as Cindy cleansed my butt and filled the pail 
down below with several wadded-up wipes smothered with poop. She 
sprinkled powder all over me and then got out one of the big Thickies 
diapers. As Cindy knew that Lisa would have more girls at the party, 
Cindy would want to make sure the sight of my diapers would leave a 
lasting impression with them, so she doubled up my Thickies diapers. 
Even one of these Thickies diapers-- or any diaper for that matter-- 
would have likely left the other girls with quite an impression since 
even most boys eventually stop wearing diapers by the time they're 
twelve years old.
	Cindy then fastened the monitoring belt around me and inserted 
the sensor strips inside my tight, high-rising diapers. She pressed the 
reset button on the monitoring device and the unit came to life, 
beeping as the timer began and the various measurements all read zero.
	"What's that thing?" Bryce asked.
	"Is that the monitoring thing you were telling me about?" Gina 
also asked.
	"Yeah, every time Chris pees and poops, it goes BEEP BEEP BEEP! 
Green light means pee, red light means poop."
	"I could sure use one of those on Bryce," Gina said. "That way I 
don't have to check him or ask him if he needs to be changed. Where do 
you suppose I could get one?"
	"Dunno," Cindy said. "They belong to the company and Chris has to 
give it back at the end of the testing period. I'm sure they're awfully 
expensive. My Mom and Dad even had to leave a deposit on it. Maybe you 
can buy one from them."
	"What are all those buttons?" Bryce asked.
	"Those BUTT-ons," Cindy said as she slapped Bryce on the butt, 
"show how much Chris has peed and pooped in his diapers."
	As I stood still and watched, Cindy pressed the different buttons 
and showed Bryce the different things that the device measured. Cindy 
then showed Gina and Bryce the numbers that she had been recording on 
the tracking sheet. Gina laughed as she thought about my pee and poop 
being so precisely measured while I was wearing the diapers.
	"Can I try it next?" Bryce asked, seeming to be curious how much 
pee and poop his body produced.
	"Only Chris can wear it since it's measuring how much pee and 
poop he makes in his diapers," Cindy said. "We have to keep track of 
this information so that he'll be more likely to be chosen to appear in 
the commercials."
	"When's he gonna be done with it?" Bryce asked.
	"In about a couple weeks," Cindy replied. "Then we have to give 
them back to the company, but if there's a few days in between, then 
maybe you can try it out."
	Next it was Tony's turn to get his diaper changed. He got up on 
the changing table and let Cindy take his soiled diaper off. She 
cleaned him up and teased his erection in the process, apparently 
taking some extra liberty to do things with him that she didn't do with 
me because of my being her brother. She continued to keep Tony aroused 
by slowly spreading powder all over his balls and up through his butt. 
Tony looked as if he could have stayed there all day and let Cindy rub 
powder on him.
	Cindy hadn't yet seen what the disposable version of the Thickies 
looked like without Tony wearing them, so when she took one of the 
diapers out of Tony's bag she looked at it and marveled its thickness. 
It also had similar proportions and would cover more of Tony's body 
than an ordinary disposable diaper did.
	"These are almost as thick as your diapers, Chris," Cindy said as 
she unfolded the Thickies disposable and stuck it underneath Tony's 
bum. His solid erection then disappeared beneath the heavy diaper as 
Cindy pulled it up over his front and tightly taped the sides shut. I 
couldn't even see Tony's hard-on showing as his disposable diaper was 
thick enough to obscure the tent formation that normally appeared when 
he put a regular diaper on or had one put on him.
	Having realized that she stuck one of the tapes in the wrong 
place, Cindy tried to pull it back off, but realized that once the tape 
was stuck and then removed, it would tear the diaper.
	"Oh, I should have told you about the tapes on these diapers," 
Tony said to Cindy. "Once they're stuck in place, they're stuck for 
good."
	"Oh, well, I think you'll be okay, it's only off a little bit," 
Cindy said, resigning herself to the irreversible imperfection that she 
made when taping Tony's Thickies diaper on him. Tony decided that the 
misaligned tape would still keep his diaper firmly in place.
	Lastly, Cindy reached into Tony's bag to get his monitoring 
device. She then strapped its belt around his body, far above his 
waist. She then stuck the sensor strips down inside his diaper. Lastly 
she pressed the reset buttons and the device beeped upon 
initialization.
	"There, you're all set, boys," Cindy said as she helped Tony down 
from the changing table.
	Lisa was due to show up with her friends at about 4:00. During 
this time of waiting Tony and I just sat around and watched cartoons 
with Bryce while Cindy and Gina finished decorating and setting out the 
food and drinks for Lisa's birthday party. A few minutes later I peed 
in my diapers and set off the beeper on the monitoring device.
	While Cindy was standing on a stepstool to hang some streamers 
from the corner of the room, she looked over at me sitting on the 
couch. She could see the green light glowing brightly on my monitoring 
device.
	"Is that what it sounds like when it goes off?" Gina asked.
	"Yep," Cindy said. "By the way, that was Chris, and he's wet." 
She then pointed at me to direct Gina's attention.
	"I see that," Gina said as she giggled.
	At around 4:00 I saw a car pull up in front of the house. It was 
being driven by Betty, who already had her driver's license as she had 
turned sixteen back in October.
	"They're here!" I announced. Bryce ran off to my bedroom to hide 
from the girls, whom he was expecting to come into the house, while 
Tony and I remained seated on the couch. Cindy and Gina then started 
lighting the candles on the birthday cake that had been picked up the 
night before.
	When Lisa walked in we all yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!" Lisa 
knew that the party would be ready when she and her other friends 
arrived, so it wasn't really any surprise to her.
	In addition to Betty, there were three other girls whom I had 
never met before. They had seen pictures of me in my diapers from the 
ones that Lisa took to school to show to all of her friends.
	One of the girls caught my attention rather quickly. She looked 
rather promiscuous with her excessive jewelry and long black hair, her 
heavy makeup that put Tammy Faye Baker to shame, plus her faded and 
tattered cut-offs-- which were cut rather high-- and her well-worn 
black Metallica T-shirt to complete the ensemble. She sported about the 
same girth as Lisa did. In fact, only one of Lisa's other friends 
seemed to have a butt that was smaller than mine, hers and all the 
other girls being without diapers on, of course, unlike me. The other 
two girls were both wearing blue jeans. Somehow I enjoyed seeing this 
contrast between the seven girls (Lisa, Betty and the three newcomers, 
plus Cindy and Gina)-- who were all in pants-- and us three boys, who 
were all in just heavy white diapers and crew socks and T-shirts.
	"So Lisa, where's your diaper-butt brother?" the big, overly 
adorned and accessorized headbangeress girl asked, though she could see 
me as plain as day.
	"He's the one in the thick, white underpants over there," Lisa 
said as she pointed to me standing in the corner with Tony. We were all 
embarrassed and we felt cornered as we stared at the large gathering of 
sophomore girls in the living room. Bryce was still out of the room, 
but Tony stood there with me.
	"I've never seen boys your age in diapers before!" she said. 
"Well, maybe in pictures, but not for real, you know."
	I just stared at her and observed her earrings as they jangled 
like wind chimes. Her lipstick reminded me of the stereotypical aunt 
that wanted to kiss you the minute she saw you. I could tell that she 
was looking down at my thick, bulging diapers.
	"So, what's your name. diaper boy?" she asked me as she touched 
my thickly bulging front.
	"It's Chris," I said, thinking that she'd already have known my 
name, assuming that Lisa had mentioned my name to her at school when 
talking about my wearing diapers and showing off the pictures she had 
taken of me.
	"What's your name?" I asked her.
	"Joan. Joan Arkenstone. People sometimes call me Joan of Arc, he 
he, get it? Joan ARK-enstone?" She then jabbed me in the arm.
	"Yeah, I get it," I said, not feeling like laughing very hard. I 
thought about calling her Joan Arken-*stoner* since she looked like a 
stoner.
	"And how old are you?" Joan asked me.
	"Twelve," I said. I hoped she wouldn't keep this up too long.
	"And you wear diapers?"
	"Uhh, yeah, that's just a little bit obvious, isn't it?" I said 
as I pointed to my thick diapers, becoming more nervous.
	"Yes, most definitely it is," Joan said. "Lisa says you wear 
really thick diapers, and she's right. Now I can see why you never wear 
pants over them, they wouldn't fit."
	"Nope, probably not," I said.
	"Those must get to be uncomfortable after awhile, being so 
thick."
	"They get hot and stuffy at times," I said, hoping that if I just 
went along with Joan's questions and didn't show offense she'd stop 
asking them.
	"That must feel really weird when you shit in your diapers," Joan 
said. "I mean, that sounds kind of, well, you know, gross. I can't 
imagine doing anything like that, personally, you know."
	"Well, if you think like Lisa does, it's because you're a girl 
and she says that girls don't do these things, just us boys," I said, 
satisfied with my response. I looked over at Tony, who nodded in 
agreement with me.
	"She's right about that," Joan said. "Diapers are for boys, and 
only immature boys, too."
	Tony and I moved and we went back over to the couch. Joan went 
back over to Lisa and her other friends. Cindy had gotten the video 
camera out. While she was getting it, Gina went with her to get Bryce. 
Curious, Tony and I got up and followed her to my room. Bryce was in my 
crib under the covers.
	"Bryce! Get your diapered butt out there!" Gina told him sternly.
	"I don't want all those girls seeing me in my diapers!" he 
complained.
	"I don't care! They've seen Chris and Tony already, so it isn't 
really going to matter if they see you now, too, now is it?"
	"I'll come out if you get my shorts," Bryce said.
	"They're still in the wash, now come on!" Gina said as she 
swiftly pulled the covers off of Bryce. With Cindy's help, Gina got 
Bryce out of the crib. He was trying to resist and he was yelling.
	"Put me down!" he said. "This is embarrassing!"
	"Yes, Bryce, it is embarrassing, for me! And with you yelling and 
pouting, it's more embarrassing for you, too!"
	Finally, Bryce backed down and he was let go. Cindy and Gina 
stayed right behind him so that he would have no way to go except for 
out to the front room.
	"Oh, so we have a third diaper boy here!" one of the girls said.
	"This is Bryce, my brother. I'm Gina."
	"Pleased to meet you. I'm Karen, this is Jody, and this is Joan," 
the comparatively slender girl said as she introduced the other more 
heavyset girls. "Of course you already know Betty."
	Minutes later we were all gathered in the living room again. The 
candles on Lisa's birthday cake had been extinguished because of the 
delay that Bryce caused. Cindy and Gina then lit them again for Lisa to 
blow out. Lisa blew them out in one breath.
	"Good job blowing those candles out, girl!" Jody cheered.
	"That's not the only thing she's blown before," Joan said to the 
other girls, causing them all to laugh. Lisa just blushed, giggled and 
said, "Shhh! We got underage boys here, you know." Of course she wasn't 
serious when she said it.
	"They'll find out about all that stuff sooner or later," Karen 
said. "That is, if anyone can get all their diapers off first."
	After the candles were blown out the cake, ice cream, pop and 
fruit punch were all served. Tony and I eat took a big piece of cake 
with ice cream and went back over to the couch. Bryce was close behind 
us with a serving of his own. He appeared nervous, but had adjusted to 
the presence of seven girls all seeing him wearing one of my very big 
Thickies diapers.
	Joan hadn't yet finished talking to me and she started asking me 
more questions about my wearing diapers. She dat down right next to me, 
her bare thigh brushing up against mine.
	"You know, your sister says that it's okay for boys to wear 
diapers, and I agree. Boys are immature and they do disgusting things 
and should be kept in diapers, anyway. Then when they get older, we 
girls like it when boys do disgusting things, but to us, and not the 
same sort of disgusting things. I think you're old enough to understand 
that, aren't you?"
	"Yeah, whatever," I said as I look straight ahead and took a bite 
of my cake.
	"Maybe you're not. You probably don't know any more about your 
boyish feelings than what you have in your diapers," Joan said.
	"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked Joan.
	"Well, you're a boy, but you don't get to explore your feelings 
like other boys your age get to do, since they don't have diapers on 
them all the time."
	"Did Lisa tell you all this?" I asked Joan.
	"Yeah, of course she did, but that's just my interpretation of 
it."
	"So, why are you talking to me about these things?" I asked her 
defensively.
	"Well, I just think that you boys all look cute in your diapers, 
and I think I know how you feel about wearing them. I have little 
brothers at home, and--"
	"Do they wear diapers?" I interrupted, taking some interest in 
Joan's dialog now.
	"No, but they don't wipe their butts and sometimes don't even go 
to the toilet and just do it in their pants. I think they do it on 
purpose. Is that like, totally sick and gross and filthy and perverted, 
like? Like I said, that's just one of those disgusting things that you 
little boys must like to do, and I'll never understand why you like to 
sit in your own shit so much. All I know is that when I babysit my 
brothers when my Mom and Dad leave to go to the coast this summer, I'll 
make them wear diapers just like you wear. Lisa's going to let me 
borrow some of yours, since you've gotten some new diapers."
	"That would be a good idea," I said, agreeing with Joan, but 
still not understanding what she was getting at.
	Joan then turned to Tony and started asking him questions and 
putting him on the spot. Apparently this made him nervous enough to wet 
his diaper since his monitor device went off and the green light lit up 
as it beeped.
	"What are these things that you boys are wearing?" the strange 
girl asked as she put her hand on my monitoring device.
	"Just something we have to wear," I said, not wanting to go into 
explaining its purpose.
	"That's okay, I already know what they're for. Lisa's told me all 
about these Thickies diapers that you are going to be wearing for a 
commercial."
	"Maybe," I said. "I'm just testing them now, so is Tony."
	"Why aren't you wearing one, uhhh. What's your name again?" Joan 
asked Bryce.
	"Bryce," he said nervously.
	"Why don't you get to wear one of these doo-doo doohickies?" Joan 
asked him.
	"He's not doing the testing thing," Tony answered.
	"Well boys, it's been fun talking to you about wearing diapers," 
Joan said. "Like I said, I think it's cute that you boys wear them, but 
I wouldn't wear them myself."
	Joan then left the couch, mowing her hips side to side as she 
walked, and joined the other girls in the kitchen where they were all 
gathered as they ate their cake and ice cream. They giggled non-stop. 
We boys hoped they'd all be out of the house soon.
	After the cake and ice cream were all gone, it was time for Lisa 
to open her presents. Unlike the presents that Lisa received when the 
family was there, she was given presents of a somewhat more prurient 
nature. I had a feeling that most of these things came from Spencer's, 
a novelty store at the mall. I had seen some of the items there that 
Lisa had. Among these gifts were a book on sex jokes about men, a 
sexually based variation of Trivial Pursuit, and the like. Betty even 
gave her a gift in a long box that she told Lisa not to open until she 
was away from me and the other boys.
	"You didn't!" Lisa shrieked. She opened it anyway to discover 
that she had been given a vibrator! She even pulled it out of the box 
and showed it to everyone. Lisa's face was very red as Cindy caught it 
on tape.
	"Oops, maybe I better edit this part out," Cindy said.
	The vibrator was very authentically shaped and colored, too, and 
it was much larger than anything that Tony or I were able to produce in 
our diapers or during our diaper changes.
	"Don't let the boys see that!" Karen said. "They probably don't 
know what it's for."
	"They probably do," Lisa said. "And that's okay. They know that I 
know that they have their diapers for the same purpose, and I have 
this, so fair is fair."
	"The boys will probably get a bad complex about themselves and 
start feeling insecure about their dick sizes, since theirs probably 
aren't as big as that thing!" Joan said.
	"They aren't," Lisa said. "But then, they have their diapers to 
keep it all inside of anyway."
	The party at the house wasn't over yet as the movie that the 
girls would all be going to see would not be starting until 7:00. 
During this time, Lisa decided to show the other girls the videos of me 
in my diapers, starting with the first ones that they had taken of me 
when I was eight years old. Tony, Bryce, and my cousin Darren were also 
in the earlier videos. I had made a tape containing only copied 
excerpts of me and the other boys in our diapers, though I didn't 
expect Lisa to use the tape to show to her friends. On the other hand, 
with Lisa being who she is, I should have expected it to happen sooner 
or later.
	"Ohh, how cute!" Jody said as she watched the video of Lisa 
zooming in and out on my butt repeatedly as I was lying on the floor 
watching TV one night.
	"Now watch..." Lisa said. "Be quiet a second."
	The room was silent with only the sound of the video running and 
suppressed girlish giggling. Lisa turned up the volume all the way, 
amplifying the sound of the TV that was in the video. I knew what was 
going to happen next in the video, and just as I was anticipating, the 
sound of me wetly farting and pooping noisily into my diapers emanated 
loudly from the TV's surround sound speakers around the living room.
	The girls all laughed as the sound of my flatulence-laced bowel 
movement thundered through the subwoofers. Lisa had caught the scene as 
she had zeroed in on my butt in the video. She rewound it four more 
times and replayed it again. Each time she did it, the girls laughed 
more.
	"I've been wanting to send that one in to America's Funniest Home 
Videos, but my Mom says they wouldn't show it," Lisa said.
	After watching me and Tony grow up for another year in the video 
excerpts, Cindy suggested that we watch the mock Thickies commercial 
that had been shot recently. This, of course, also generated a lot of 
laughter from the girls.
	"Who's that other girl?" Joan asked.
	"That's Megan, Chris' girlfriend."
	"Friend, just friend," I said emphatically.
	"Oh come on now, Chris, she's your girlfriend," Lisa said. "We 
all know you've kissed her a couple times."
	"Just on the cheeks, and not for very long," I said.
	"That's not what I heard," Cindy said.
	"Okay, so we kissed on the lips once," I said, bringing it out 
into the open just so that the girls wouldn't drag out the discussion.
	While we were watching the mock Thickies diaper commercial, I 
looked over at Bryce, who had been rubbing the front of his diaper, 
trying to be discreet about it. I could tell that he was enjoying 
watching the videos. Gina had also noticed it. When she looked at him 
and acknowledged what he was doing, he immediately stopped and gave her 
the deer-in-the-headlights look.
	I felt a big bowel movement about to emerge from my butt and I 
knew that it wouldn't be long before my clean butt would soon be 
smothered in a sea of brown ass spew. Just as the first load of shit 
charged out into my diapers I felt it flood my crotch and my balls as 
it coated my buttocks. The alarm went off and began beeping. The girls 
all looked at me and the monitoring device, seeing that both the red 
and green lights were flashing as I had also peed in my diapers at the 
same time.
	"What's that sound?" Karen asked.
	"Chris just took a shit in his diapers!" Lisa announced to 
everyone. "He peed, too, and I don't even have to check!"
	"I was wondering if we'd see that thing work!" Jody said.
	"With Chris, you never have to wait for very long," Lisa said. 
She then brought all the girls over to me to show them the measurements 
that the device had taken. While I sat there with my legs apart and my 
wide diaper crotch exposed as well as my front, I was surrounded by 
several big girls who were getting a good eyeful-- and noseful-- of my 
diapers up close. Lisa reached down to activate the buttons on the 
device. She showed the girls the numbers that the device had 
registered. I let out another small amount of poop and I activated the 
device again, triggering just the red light this time.
	"Oops! He pooped again!" Lisa said. See how the numbers went up?"
	"Well, Chris can go to the bathroom his way, but I'll do it the 
girls' way," Joan said as she asked where the bathroom was. "I'm about 
to pee my pants."
	"You do that and we'll have to cut your hair short and give you a 
sex change and make you a boy," Lisa said.
	"I don't think so," Jody said as she was directed to the 
bathroom.
	"Gee, do you suppose I should put the lid up for the boys in case 
they want to use the toilet?" Jody asked sarcastically before she went 
into the bathroom. All the other girls just laughed.
	6:00 had arrived and the party had finally wound down. Lisa read 
several of the jokes from her new book to her friends and then they 
played the sexual Trivial Pursuit game. Tony, Bryce and I went back 
into my room to have some good ol' boys' style of fun and played with 
my Hot Wheels and other toys. Tony had pooped his diapers while we were 
playing, as this was indicated by the red light on his device. I looked 
down at his crotch as he was sitting across from me, but because of how 
thick his diaper was, I could not detect any visual indication.
	By 6:30 the gaggle of giggling girls left for their movie at long 
last, and the house was quiet once again. Mom and Dad had both come 
home and Gina and Bryce had also left. Bryce's mother decided to leave 
him in the Thickies diaper for the night since she didn't think he 
needed to be changed until he pooped. Gina promised to get the diaper 
washed and brought back the next day. Tony stayed overnight with me and 
we watched the diaper home video excerpts from start to finish-- both 
tapes-- each of which their two-hour lengths were filled, with a third 
tape started recently.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 29
---------------------------

	The following Sunday was Mother's Day, which was combined with 
the family's observation of Lisa's birthday, as well. A lot has 
happened since Easter, the last time the family had gathered for any 
sort of occasion. Most notably, everyone would be told about how I was 
selected to be one of the test subjects for the Thickies diapers. I 
also expected everyone to ask about the monitoring device that I was 
wearing. Everyone else had asked about it, and while I was starting to 
get tired of hearing Cindy or Lisa explain how it works to everyone, 
they always welcomed the opportunity to do this. I felt they should 
work as representatives for the company that makes the devices when 
they get older.
	The usual family guests were expected to arrive by 1:00 or so 
that afternoon: my grandparents, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen, and 
cousin Suzy. As it looked like it would be a mild-weather day, the 
dinner and gift-opening was being held out in the back yard, much to 
the pleasure of the neighbors who would see me romping around in my 
diapers.
	Lisa had changed my diapers early that morning and she made sure 
that they would not need to be changed for the rest of the day. By 
11:00 I had already dropped a good load of poop in my diapers and I was 
getting to really smell. In spite of this and the fact that other 
people's noses might be offended, Lisa kept me in the same poopy 
diapers after company had shown up. Mom decided that since we were 
going to be outside, the smells of my diapers would dissipate in the 
gentle, floral-fragrant spring breeze.
	Suzy came up to me and she gave me a hug. As she put her arms 
around me she felt the monitoring device press into her chest. She then 
backed away and looked at the strange contraption.
	"What is that thing?" she asked me.
	Lisa and Cindy were busy helping prepare the food, so neither of 
them would have the opportunity to explain the device once again. 
Instead, it was up to me to tell Suzy what the device was for.
	"I have to use it with these Thickies diapers that I'm testing," 
I told her.
	"Oh, so they picked you?" Suzy said, having last heard during 
Easter that I was having my diaper usage analyzed and evaluated with 
the use of my current diapers, but hadn't yet heard anything at the 
time.
	"I'll put it bluntly, it measures how much I pee and poop and how 
often," I told Suzy. She responded with a girlish giggle.
	"Let me see," she said. We had sat on the grass. She crawled over 
to me and let me demonstrate its various functions.
	"This shows you how much I've peed in them, and you press this 
button and it shows all the times that it recorded new wetness. Then 
you press this button and it shows when I pooped and how much."
	"You pooped over two hours ago," Suzy said as she noted the time 
that had elapsed since the last bowel movement that the device 
recorded. "I can smell it, too. Haven't you been changed since then?"
	"No, Lisa said that since we're outside, my diapers won't stink 
too bad because of the breeze."
	"I can still smell your dirty diapers," Suzy said. "Wow, is 15.4 
ounces a lot?" she asked.
	"Are you talking about weight or volume?" I asked.
	"It says FCW 15.4 ounces," Suzy said as she read the display. 
"What does that mean?"
	"That stands for 'fecal content weight,'" I explained.
	"That's almost a pound of poop!" Suzy giggled. She then pressed 
the button again and the display changed to "FCV."
	"What's FCV?" Suzy asked.
	"That's the volume," I said. "It's 13.8 ounces."
	Suddenly I felt another big poop coming on, and while Suzy was 
sitting there across from me on the lawn, I sat back and spread my 
legs, fully exposing my diapered butt and crotch to Suzy, I let out a 
noisy, wet fart, which Suzy could hear. What she didn't see, however, 
was the big rush of poop filling up the diapers. She stared at me and 
looked down at my crotch, knowing what was going on underneath the 
bunches of white fabric that were pulled up so tightly against my butt 
and my groin.
	Along with the bowel movement came the sounds of the monitoring 
device. Suzy crawled over closer to me to take a look at the device. 
She could see the red light blinking as my shadow was cast over it so 
that the sun did not obscure it. She also looked at the numbers that 
were flashing and increasing as I was still squirting more poop out.
	"Wow, look at those numbers go up!" Suzy said. "It says FCV 28.3 
ounces! What's the red light and the beeping?"
	"It does that while it detects me peeing or pooping. A green 
light shows whenever I pee."
	"So your sisters know exactly when you use your diapers?" Suzy 
said.
	"Yep, and they always announce it to anyone who's in the house 
with them."
	"You don't have to wear it to school, do you?" Suzy asked.
	"No, thank God!" I exclaimed. "In fact, I don't even wear these 
diapers to school."
	"You mean, you're back to using the toilet there?" Suzy asked.
	"No, no, no way," I said. "I don't think I'll ever use a toilet 
again."
	"Really?" Suzy asked. "You're gonna always just wear diapers?"
	"I've been in them for about three and a half years straight," I 
told her. "1,291 days so far, to be exact," I added, knowing this from 
using the computer to calculate the number of days I had been in 
diapers to date. "I'm used to them, and, well, I just like them. I have 
to wear them now anyway, since I haven't used my bladder or bowel 
muscles."
	"That's a good thing, Chris," Suzy said. "I'm glad you like your 
diapers, you look cute in them, too. I'm so used to seeing you in 
diapers. In fact, since that's all you ever have on when we come over 
for birthdays, Christmas, or whatever, it's the only way I can think of 
you. If I ever saw you in pants, or if you said you were using the 
toilet again, that'd be quite a shock."
	"Don't count on that ever happening," I said. "So get used to 
your cousin Chris being smelly all the time."
	"I am," Suzy said. "It's helped me get used to changing diapers 
for babysitting. Speaking of changing diapers..."
	Suzy gave me this look that suggested that she wanted to change 
my diapers. Sitting there in the back yard and having an open 
discussion with her about me wearing diapers got me really hard. I had 
a feeling Suzy was under similar influences that drove her to wanting 
to change my diapers.
	"You really do smell, Chris," Suzy said. "You should get 
changed."
	"Uhh, okay," I said. I was hesitant to ask Suzy if she wanted to 
change my diapers. Suzy acted like she was being shy to ask me, too. I 
decided to get it over with.
	"Would you mind changing my diapers?" I asked Suzy.
	"Not at all," she said. "Remember, I do it all the time since I'm 
babysitting. I have a feeling that some of the boys whose diapers I 
change are going to turn out like you. One's four and a half and he 
refuses-- and I do mean *refuses*-- to use the toilet. He says he likes 
his diapers."
	"What do his parents say about it?" I asked her. This sounded 
like it was going to be a good story.
	"They tell me to try to get him to use the toilet, but he got mad 
at me because I'm his babysitter telling him to go to the toilet. I 
really didn't feel like making him upset since he's a nice boy, and I 
think he looks cute in diapers, too-- he reminds me somewhat of you 
when you were younger.
	"So do you let him wear diapers?" I asked Suzy.
	"Oh yeah, his parents have just about given up on him and they 
told me to just keep him in diapers now until he decides he doesn't 
want to go around stinking all the time, but I think he likes this, to 
tell you the truth. I told him that's it's okay for boys his age to 
wear diapers. I even told him about you, saying that I have a twelve-
year-old boy cousin who wears diapers."
	"So then what did he say?" I asked Suzy.
	"He asked if my cousin was a boy, and I said, yes, of course he's 
a boy, girls don't wear diapers as long as boys do. He laughed and 
agreed with me on this. Like I said, I think he's going to turn out 
just like you, Chris."
	By this time I was wanting to jack off, knowing that I was at 
least partially influencing another boy to continue to wear diapers. 
Suzy and I got up and headed towards the house. While we were walking 
through the back yard, Suzy grabbed at one of the blooms from one of 
the lilac bushes in the back yard.
	We bumped into Lisa and Cindy as they were coming back out to the 
back yard, each of them carrying a food container.
	"Chris needs his diapers changed," Suzy said to my sisters. Lisa 
took a look at the numbers on the display of the monitoring device.
	"Whoa, I'll say he needs changed!" she said. Just as she was 
checking the display, I wet my diapers and triggered the green light 
and the beeper. Grandma was bringing some rolls out to the table.
	"What is that?" she asked.
	"Just a device that Chris wears with his diapers," Lisa 
explained. She then demonstrated the information that it recorded.
	"It beeps and these lights blink each time Chris pees or poops," 
Lisa told Grandma.
	"Boy, things have sure come a long ways," Grandma said as she 
reminisced about the past as she often did. "Technology is taking over 
everything we do. I remember when you checked the baby's diapers 
yourself, and if he was wet or he stunk, then you changed him. Now you 
have this thing that lets you know when he's used his diapers."
	"Well, if you look at Chris' diapers, they aren't very easy to 
check otherwise," Lisa said as she patted my bottom.
	"I know one thing's for sure, he stinks! Pheeewww!" Grandma said 
as she fanned her face.
	"Maybe this will help," Lisa said as she took the stem of lilacs 
out of Suzy's hand and stuffed it in between my diapers and plastic 
pants.
	"What was that for?" I asked Lisa.
	"The lilacs' smell will cover up your poop smells, a little bit 
at least," she said.
	"From the way he smells, nothing could make Chris smell any 
better," Suzy said as she reached back into the back of my plastic 
pants to retrieve the lilacs she picked. Deciding that it was crunched 
up and no good now, she tossed it out onto the lawn.
	 "Mind if I change him?" Suzy asked.
	"Be our guest," Lisa said. "You don't get to change him as often 
as we do, not that we mind, of course."
	"Make sure to use his Thickies diapers," Cindy reminded Suzy. 
"And record all his data. Here, I'll just come in with you."
	I went into the house as I followed Cindy and Suzy followed 
behind me. Mom was in the kitchen.
	"Are you changing Chris' diapers now?" Mom asked.
	"Yes, you'll lose your appetite if you smelled him now," Cindy 
answered.
	"We're just about ready to eat, so hurry it up," Mom told Cindy.
	Cindy took me into my room with Suzy following us close behind. I 
got up on my changing table and lay down and waited for Suzy to begin 
removing my diapers.
	"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cindy asked Suzy.
	"Take his poop-meter thingy off first," Cindy said to Suzy. Suzy 
reached around behind me and released the belt that held the device on. 
She pulled it away and pulled out the sensor strips. The strip that had 
been stuffed down the back of my diapers was covered heavily with poop. 
As Suzy pulled the back strip out from my diapers and away from me, the 
tip of it dragged on top of my plastic pants, leaving a brown streak in 
its wake.
	"Careful," Cindy advised her. "I forgot to tell you about the 
strips."
	"I see that," Suzy said. "Sorry."
	"Not to worry, it's my fault for not telling you," Cindy said, 
having done this very thing herself. "You don't change his diapers 
every day."
	"I wish I had a brother just like you, Chris," Suzy said. "I'd 
want him to wear diapers just like you, it would be cute to see him go 
around in his diapers all day long, but then I suppose I'd get used to 
it, huh?"
	"I wouldn't necessarily say that," Cindy told Suzy. "Chris looks 
just as cute in his diapers now as he did the first day he got put into 
them."
	Suzy then grabbed a wipe to clean off the poop streak from the 
surface of my plastic pants. I could feel her apply pressure to the 
front of my diapers, pressing down on the bulky fabric and the tip of 
my hard-on buried underneath.
	Cindy took the monitoring device from Suzy so that Cindy could 
change the sensor strips and record the data on the tracking sheet. 
While Cindy was busy with this Suzy pulled off my plastic pants and 
exposed my wet diapers.
	"It's a good thing that you wear two of these Thickies diapers, 
Chris," Suzy said to me. "I bet you could soak up three of them."
	"Three won't fit," Cindy said. "We tried it already."
	"I'm not surprised," Suzy smiled as she began to remove the 
diapers. After she pulled away the inner diaper she dropped them into 
the large bucket.
	"Wow, these things get heavy!" Suzy said as she wasn't expecting 
my diapers to weigh so much from having absorbed so much wetness. As I 
lay there on the changing table momentarily diaperless, Suzy got to see 
my poop-covered butt.
	"Oooh, dirty, filthy, nasty, poopy, smelly stinky boy!" Suzy said 
to me as she examined the mess of mine that she was about to clean up. 
In spite of her relatively infrequent experiences with changing my 
diapers, the odors of my poop didn't seem to bother her and she just 
went ahead and started wiping me up. My penis was in a constant state 
of erection during the entire diaper change and Suzy knew that I 
enjoyed getting my genitals and my butt wiped. Suzy smiled as she 
watched my hard-on stiffen up some more, standing perfectly vertically 
at attention after it had been leaning off to the side. I could have 
flown a flag off of my dick if I wanted to, but I didn't, and I wasn't 
about to go out in the backyard totally naked in front of everyone to 
actually try it, either.
	"How do you boys do that?" Suzy asked me. She then began to apply 
powder, coating my entire butt and crotch. The veins of my penis were 
starting to show through the skin and I could see some pre-cum forming 
at the tip.
	"Careful, don't overdo it and get him too excited," Cindy warned 
Suzy. "Unless you want another mess to clean up. And you will have 
one."
	"Okay," Suzy said as she stopped rubbing my balls with the powder 
and then looked for some more Thickies diapers to put on me. Cindy had 
finished recording the numbers from the device and she retrieved two 
clean Thickies diapers. Suzy couldn't believe how big and thick the 
Thickies diapers were as well as how much they weighed even when clean 
and dry.
	"And you wear *two* of these diapers?" Suzy asked me, more or 
less in a rhetorical sense. "Of course, if I know you and your diapers, 
Chris, as well as your sisters, it makes sense."
	Suzy then put the first of the two big diapers underneath me. She 
pulled it up as far into my crotch as she could get it to fit, and in 
doing so she had my balls and dick pressed upwards against each other, 
nearly bringing me to orgasm again. She then fastened the jumbo diaper 
pins up tightly and then looked at me lying there in the one thick 
diaper, seeming to ponder how I could possibly handle wearing them at 
double the thickness. She then proceeded with the second diaper. The 
first diaper was completely engulfed in the heavy white fabric of the 
outer diaper. When Suzy finished she stood back and looked at me lying 
there on the changing table, noting the way the diapers padded up my 
butt and crotch and spanned across so widely between my legs. I suppose 
Suzy just liked to look at me being freshly and very heavily diapered, 
knowing that it was her work that contributed to my now freshly 
diapered state.
	Suzy put my plastic pants on me and then she helped me down from 
the changing table. Cindy had the monitoring device ready to go, so she 
strapped it around me and stuffed the strips down into the diaper. Suzy 
giggled as she watched Cindy stick her hand into the back of my diaper.
	"Cindy! Suzy! Chris! We're waiting!" I heard Mom shout from the 
back yard, hearing her through the open window.
	"We're coming!" Cindy shouted.
	"Let me show you Chris' tracking sheet real quick," Cindy said to 
Suzy. She showed Suzy the numbers that she had been recording.
	"See this?" Cindy pointed out one of the numbers. "This is all 
that poop that you had to wipe up."
	"Let's go wash up and eat," Cindy said as she and Suzy left my 
room. Knowing that they were both in the bathroom and everyone else was 
outside, I knew I was going to be alone for a few seconds, which was 
all that I needed, but I needed to use the narrow window of opportunity 
for solitude. I had to quickly relieve my sexual feelings at once as my 
dick had already been teased enough, having twice been brought close to 
ejaculation. I lay down on the floor and stroked myself. I also scooted 
my butt back and forth against the carpet to increase the sensation. 
Within seconds I came in my diapers. The flow of semen shot out of my 
dick, my sexual tensions flowing out with it. The sensor strips 
detected the wetness from my cum and registered a reading on the 
display of the monitoring device. My body then became weak and I became 
a little dizzy from breathing so much. I became too relaxed to get up, 
so I lay there for a moment.
	Cindy and Suzy came out of the bathroom and headed outside.
	"Where's Chris?" I heard Cindy ask. "Didn't he come out here 
yet?"
	"Haven't seen him," my Mom said. "He's probably still in the 
house."
	"I heard his diaper alarm going off from inside his room just a 
moment ago," I heard Lisa say. "And I have a good suspicion how he set 
it off, too."
	"Lisa!" My Mom said. "Don't say that in front of the family! Now 
go see where he is!"
	"Chris! Get your butt out here!" Lisa shouted through my window. 
I knew they were all expecting me, so I then got up and went outside to 
join the family. Everyone was gathered around the table holding hands 
as Grandpa was about to say the blessing.
	Grandpa always became long-winded whenever he said the blessing. 
While he was talking, I felt another urge to pee coming, just a small 
squirt, but enough to prime my diapers for the rest of the day's 
wetting. Just as the urine stream hit the sensors, my diaper alarm went 
off, breaking the silence that had transpired during the saying of 
Grace, just before Grandpa prepared to close. The girls all let out a 
suppressed giggle, especially as this was such an inopportune time for 
my diaper alarm to go off. In spite of the minor distraction, Grandpa 
continued and finished with a big "Amen."
	"You peed your diapers while Grandpa was saying Grace!" Lisa 
giggled a she pointed at me, seeing that the green light was still 
blinking. "Of course you probably have done that before, just that we 
never knew about it without that box attached to your diapers."
	The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident. Everybody 
enjoyed a big meal in the back yard, followed by Mom and Grandma 
opening their Mother's Day gifts and cards. In addition to some dish 
towels that Mom had actually picked up for me to give to Grandma, I 
also gave her a porcelain figurine of a little boy with just a diaper 
on and a shirt, with his shirt saying "I love you, Grandma!" The boy 
figurine had his arms opened up as if to be soliciting a hug. Grandma 
thought it was cute and appropriate, being that her twelve-year-old 
grandson wears diapers. Grandma had gotten used to me being in diapers 
and accepted it more readily than Grandpa did. Mom received an 
identical figurine that said "I love you, Mom!" Mom then gave me a hug. 
She also got a "Fried Green Tomatoes" video from me.
	After the Mother's Day gifts were opened, Lisa opened her gifts, 
this time being more tasteful than what her friends gave her. I wished 
I would have been able to find another figurine that said "I love you, 
Sister!" on it, but they didn't have any, and while I'll admit that I 
love Lisa as a sister, I wasn't ready to express it in the same way as 
I did to my Mom and my Grandma. Instead I gave her a Red Hot Chili 
Peppers CD. After this we were served cake and ice cream.
	As the late afternoon passed, the adults stayed out in the yard 
to chat and pass around photos. My Dad and my grandfather talked about 
investments and how my Dad was going to buy some shares of CKM Products 
stock, saying that I would make him rich if my appearance in the 
commercials for the diapers would help them to sell.
	We kids had other things in mind, so we went in the house. Suzy 
got to watch all the latest diaper videos, including the mock Thickies 
commercial, which by now had to have been played at least a dozen 
times. Suzy laughed and giggled all the way through the videos, 
especially when Lisa replayed my famous farting scene with my farts 
being amplified loudly throughout the house. Suzy also thought it was 
cute that Megan was used as a stand-in for Cindy in the commercial.
	"Nice girlfriend, Chris!" Suzy said. Rather than argue over 
whether or not she was a "girlfriend", I just let it slide as we 
watched the rest of the videos. Suzy then wanted to play with the video 
camera and have some scenes of her and me together, so Lisa got the 
video camera and took some more shots.
	Suzy decided to get cute and do a commercial of her own. She 
thought that she could do a commercial for jeans, using the ones that 
she was wearing.
	"These are the latest fashion in girls' jeans," Suzy narrated as 
Cindy pointed the camera at her rear end to show off the jeans she had 
on.
	"And now, let's show you the latest in boys' jeans," Suzy 
narrated as Cindy moved the camera over from a shot of Suzy's rear end 
to my rear end. Of course all I had on was diapers.
	"Wait! He's supposed to be wearing jeans!" Suzy said. "Why isn't 
he wearing any jeans?"
	The next scene showed Lisa talking to Suzy. At this point most of 
the dialog was improvised.
	"Don't you know that boys don't wear jeans?" Lisa said to Suzy.
	"Then what do boys wear?" Suzy asked.
	"They wear diapers, silly!" Lisa said. "Their diapers are much 
too thick for them to wear jeans," Lisa said as she patted my butt. "So 
their diapers will always have to show like this. You won't find any 
jeans that will fit over *these* diapers," Lisa said, almost laughing 
and blowing her lines, which were mostly impromptu as it was. Lisa then 
gave me a good, hard slap on the butt.
	"Oh, then I guess we won't be showing you any boys' jeans then, 
since we don't have any," Suzy said to the camera as she stood next to 
me. "Just boys' diapers."
	It was turning out to be a really lame and cheesy commercial 
skit, we all agreed, but I suppose this is what made it as amusing as 
it was, and we knew we'd watch it years later and enjoy a good laugh. 
The commercial then turned into an improvised pitch for Thickies 
diapers, which Cindy narrated and demonstrated as she hadn't been in 
any of the home video diaper commercial skits yet.
	At this time I loaded and wet my diapers and set off both the red 
and green lights on the alarm, and it was all caught on tape. The sound 
of my farting was loud enough to get picked up on the tape, too. Cindy 
told me to turn around and have Lisa zoom in on the monitoring device 
to demonstrate it while it was still actively measuring my pee and poop 
output. It occurred to Lisa and Cindy that they should get some video 
of the monitoring device and showing how it works while it was in our 
possession, so this led to us all doing another cheesy commercial skit 
to advertise the diaper alarm. All in all, it was a fun day. I looked 
forward to telling Tony about it tomorrow.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 30
---------------------------

	The last couple weeks were exciting to me as the end of the 
school year was closing in. Both Tony and I felt fairly confident about 
our grades being acceptable, albeit nothing stellar. Tony and I had 
both thought about how this would also be the last year of our being in 
elementary school and that we would be moving on to junior high. 
Actually, it would now be called middle school since the class 
structure was going to change so that sixth graders were no longer in 
elementary school after this year and instead would be holding classes 
in the junior high building.
	The usual troublemakers-- namely Chuck and Steve-- got in their 
last licks and pantsed Tony and me amd made us expose our diapers to 
our classmates again, but this also gave Mr. Jenkins one last 
opportunity to redden their behinds before this duty would become the 
responsibility of whoever was in charge of disciplinary matters at the 
junior high. The rumors about Chuck and Steve having their own paddles 
with their names on them turned out to be true. Mr. Jenkins gave them 
their paddles as a "souvenir" of their days in elementary school before 
moving on to middle school. Mr. Jenkins had no use for the paddles 
anymore, he reasoned, and he was glad to be rid of these two boys, he 
told us privately after he had spanked them for the last time. Of 
course Chuck and Steve both threw their paddles in the trash, which 
were then later retrieved by some other kids and displayed out on the 
playground for all to see. I couldn't see how many hash marks they both 
had on their paddles, but it sure made me glad that my butt had never 
gotten to know the pain of these paddles. Since Chuck and Steve managed 
to pass the fifth grade, this meant they'd be following Tony and me to 
middle school next fall, which we thought sucked.
	Just before school was out for the summer, the Memorial Day 
weekend arrived. Mom and Dad usually stayed home, but this year, they 
were going to take off for a weekend getaway, which would include a 
night in Jackpot, Nevada, a little gambling town right on the Idaho-
Nevada border. While my parents were going to be out of town, Lisa, 
Cindy and I would be staying at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house 
since Mom and Dad didn't trust us to be at the house alone.
	"Aww, Mom!" Lisa said. "I'm sixteen now, can't I at least stay 
here by myself?" Lisa whined.
	"And I'm fourteen, almost fifteen," Cindy said.
	"We'd rather you kids all be together and be under supervision," 
my Mom said to my sisters. "Besides, who's going to change Chris' 
diapers?"
	"Suzy can change Chris' diapers," Cindy said. "She likes to do 
it, too."
	"Well, I know you girls are growing up and getting more mature, 
but we'd just feel a lot better if you were with Aunt Sharon and Uncle 
Allen," Mom said. "Please don't argue with us over this."
	"Okay," Lisa and Cindy both groaned.
	After Mom and Dad walked away, Lisa told me what she was hoping 
to do while Mom and Dad were away.
	"Damn, I was gonna see just how high that diaper meter of yours 
will go," Lisa said. "I could also find out just how much those new 
diapers of yours can really handle."
	"We can still do that, anyway," Cindy said. "Aunt Sharon and 
Uncle Allen aren't going to know as much about Chris' diaper meter 
thingie, and I don't suppose they'll really care how wet and dirty his 
diapers are until Chris gets to really stinking, not that there are 
very many times when he doesn't smell."
	Both Lisa and Cindy gave me a somewhat sinister look when they 
talked about seeing how long they could keep my monitoring device going 
without resetting it and without changing my diapers. I felt that the 
word "sinister" was an appropriate description of Lisa and Cindy since 
you can't spell "sinister" without the letters in "sister."
	Friday evening arrived. Mom and Dad were home from work and they 
had their bags (and their wallets) packed and ready to go. Likewise, I 
had my bag packed with the help of Lisa. My belongings that I was 
taking included my entire supply of Thickies diapers and plastic pants, 
plus some extra regular cloth diapers and disposables, too, for 
whatever reason. The large duffel bag that I had used when I went to 
Seattle was the same one Lisa put all my diapers in, forcing me to use 
a second bag for my shirts, socks and all the other things I wanted to 
have with me in case I got bored, which I expected to happen as there 
wasn't that much to do out at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's. How I 
wish cousin Suzy had a brother because of this.
	We left the house in much the same fashion as we did when we had 
left for Seattle. We took the house key to Tony's house so that he 
could stop by and feed Cotton. At least this time I didn't have to 
borrow a pair of shorts that were too small, nor did I have to put on a 
show for the neighbors. Tony did this instead this time. He saw the car 
pull up and he came out to the front yard in just his Thickies 
disposables, complete with the monitoring device strapped around him. 
Kara also joined him as they came up to the car. She was wearing a 
bathing suit and had been running through the sprinklers with several 
other neighbor boys and girls.
	My Dad handed Tony the key and he briefed him on the things that 
Tony was to do in addition to feeding Cotton. Tony dropped the key into 
his shirt pocket, being that it was the only pocket he had.
	"So what are you gonna do all weekend?" I asked Tony.
	"Me and Kara are gonna go swimming tomorrow," Tony said. "Wicked 
Waters is opening for the summer."
	"Sounds like fun," I said. "I never been there. I don't ever get 
to go swimming anymore."
	"It'll give me a chance to try out these new Thickies swim 
diapers that I have on," Tony said.
	"Swim diapers?" I asked Tony. I looked at the diaper he had on 
but I couldn't tell that there was anything different about it.
	"Yeah," Tony said. "They look just like regular diapers, but 
they're made so that when they get wet they don't get all puffy when 
they absorb water like regular diapers do. Here, let me show you."
	"We gotta get going, Chris," my Dad said.
	"Aww, Dad, he's just gonna be a few seconds," I said.
	"Okay," my Dad conceded.
	I watched Tony join Kara playing in the sprinklers. I watched him 
squat down over the sprinkler, letting the water spray his diapered 
butt. The other kids were laughing as they watched.
	"They stay dry on the outside!" Tony yelled from across the yard. 
"See?"
	Tony demonstrated the effectiveness of the swim diaper as he 
stepped away from the sprinkler and showed us his butt. He showed us 
that his Thickies swim diapers had not absorbed any external wetness. 
The padding was still tightly and solidly packed onto his butt without 
any signs of absorbing the water. Kara had disconnected the hose and 
started spraying it right at Tony's butt.
	"This is the real test of his swim diapers!" Kara said. She then 
chased Tony around the yard with the hose's running water. She 
eventually caught up with him and stuck the hose down the back of his 
diaper. I watched as the water came rushing out the legs of his diaper, 
noting that the first of the water came out brown. At this point Dad 
was ready to leave, so he took off. I waved goodbye to Tony.
	We drove for several miles until we reached Aunt Sharon's and 
Uncle Allen's place. It was located several miles south of town, almost 
out in the middle of nowhere. The only thing I could think about 
whenever I went there was when I would get to go back home. This was 
the first time that I would be staying there overnight, for two nights. 
I only brought a notepad and some pens, a few books and magazines to 
read as well as my CD player headset and some CD's, and I knew these 
would not last very long before I would grow tired of them.
	"Now be good, kids, remember to mind your manners," my Dad told 
us as we got out of the car.
	"Yes, Dad," Lisa sighed impatiently. "We know."
	We went inside Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house. I sighed as 
I knew that these were the first few seconds of what would amount to 
over forty hours of boredom. Suzy greeted us and showed us the spare 
bedroom where we would be all be sleeping, sharing one double-sized 
bed.
	"Do we all have to sleep in that one bed?" I asked.
	"Either that, or you could sleep on the couch," Suzy said.
	"Oh come on, Chris, it's not like you haven't had to sleep in the 
same bed with me before," Cindy said. "We'll just make sure you're good 
and diapered so we don't have to worry about you wetting the bed on 
us."
	Suzy looked at me as she saw that I had carried in two bags, one 
being the large duffel bag which contained my diapers.
	"Gee, Chris, how long did you think you were going to stay?" Suzy 
asked me.
	"What do you mean?" I asked her.
	"You must have a week's worth of clothes in that bag, and you 
have two bags," she said.
	"Those are just his diapers," Cindy said to Suzy.
	"So what's in the big bag?" Suzy asked, thinking that Cindy was 
referring to the smaller bag.
	"His diapers," Cindy said.
	"Really?" Suzy said. "Just his diapers are in that big bag?"
	"Yep!" Lisa said. "The small bag has his shirts and socks and 
everything else in it."
	"How many diapers did you bring, Chris?" Suzy asked me, surprised 
that a bag of such size was used to contain my diapers.
	"Most of them are my Thickies diapers," I told her. "They're 
really big and they take up a lot of room."
	"Did you bring a swimsuit?" Suzy asked me.
	"Uh, no," I said, wondering why she had asked. "I didn't think 
we'd be going swimming, and, well, I don't have any swim trunks that 
fit me anymore, since I don't get to go swimming like I used to."
	"You don't have any swim trunks, Chris?" Suzy asked me, somewhat 
surprised at this as well.
	"Of course he doesn't have any," Lisa said to Suzy. "Chris has 
spent the last three summers in nothing but his diapers, and this 
summer's going to be four. He'll never learn to swim at this rate."
	"Did you and Cindy bring yours?" Suzy asked.
	"Of course we did," Lisa said.
	"So why didn't you get anything for Chris to wear?" Suzy asked.
	"I dunno, just never thought about Chris coming swimming with us, 
I guess," Lisa said. "He doesn't even know how to swim, for one thing. 
He could wear just his diapers, you know. You see babies and toddlers 
in nothing but their diapers all the time at swimming pools."
	"Yes, but," I said, pausing as I wondered if Lisa was seriously 
expecting me to wear just my diapers at the swimming pool, at least 
this is where I assumed we'd be going.
	"You don't see too many twelve-year-olds in diapers there. I 
can't go out in public like that."
	"Not the first time a group of complete strangers has seen you in 
your diapers before, Chris," Lisa reminded me.
	"Well, it may not be decent for me to do that," I told Lisa.
	"Your diapers cover your butt just like your swim trunks would-- 
if you had any, that is. They'll cover you more than our swimsuits will 
cover us."
	I decided to go back out to the front room, where Mom and Dad 
were still chatting with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen. I didn't know 
what to do about the situation regarding tomorrow's swimming plans and 
I wanted to catch my parents and ask Mom about my lack of swimming 
trunks before they left.
	"Mom," I said when I had a chance to break into the conversation.
	"What is it, dear?" she asked me.
	"Suzy says were gonna go swimming tomorrow, and I don't have any 
swimming trunks to wear," I said.
	"You didn't know about us taking you kids to the water park?" 
Aunt Sharon asked me.
	"No," I said.
	"You ever been to Wicked Waters?" Aunt Sharon asked me.
	"No," I said. "I thought we were just going to a regular swimming 
pool or something."
	"Nobody told you that's what we were planning for you kids?" Aunt 
Sharon asked me.
	"Nobody told me about it, and besides, I really can't swim."
	"You don't have to swim. You can just go down all the water 
slides," Aunt Sharon said.
	"Or sit in the kiddie pool all day," Cindy said as she entered 
the room and had overheard the preceding conversation.
	"What am I gonna wear?" I asked my Mom. "Lisa says I can just go 
around in my diapers."
	"Well, you'd probably get all the girls to stare at you if you 
did that," my Mom said in a joking sort of manner. "But that may not be 
appropriate for everyone there to see a boy your age in diapers."
	Mom reached into her purse and gave me thirty dollars, which I 
figured she had originally earmarked for use in the casino.
	"Here, this should cover it. You can buy some swim trunks before 
you go tomorrow," Mom said. She then turned to my Dad and said, "Shoot, 
Robert, we haven't even entered the casino yet and already I'm down 
thirty dollars."
	"You can always use the ATM to replenish it," my Dad reminded my 
Mom.
	"Maybe this will help your luck," Uncle Allen said as he handed 
my Mom and Dad each a horseshoe. Having some horses on his acreage, 
Uncle Allen had a good supply of horseshoes.
	Mom then sniffed the air and got up from the couch. She then went 
behind me and pulled on the back of my pants, apparently sensing the 
odor that my poop was causing. She looked down inside and checked my 
diaper, seeing that it was full of poop.
	"You'd better get your diaper changed, Chris," Mom told me as she 
patted my butt. "After awhile we all get used to you wearing that alarm 
device, you know."
	Mom and Dad then took off at this point. Aunt Sharon started to 
make dinner while Uncle Allen went outside.
	"So, what is there to do here?" I asked.
	"Well, stinky butt, first, before we do anything, we'll have to 
do something about that smelly diaper of yours," Lisa said.
	"Can I change him again?" Suzy offered.
	"Sure, go ahead," Lisa said. "You know where his diapers are."
	Lisa and Cindy decided to go outside, leaving Suzy to handle the 
job of changing my diaper by herself. Suzy took me back into the guest 
bedroom and had me lie down on the bed. She took my pants off and 
realized that because of all the pee and poop that was in my diaper 
that she would need to stick something underneath me to protect the 
bed. I lay there with my pants off and waited for her to return. She 
had retrieved a garbage bag to serve as a makeshift changing pad.
	With the plastic garbage bag underneath my butt, Suzy removed the 
soiled diaper and exposed my naked genitalia and my poop-covered crotch 
and buttocks. She wadded up the diaper and set it on the floor. She 
went to my large bag and got out the wipes and the powder. My dick 
stood tall and erect as I felt Suzy clean me up. Next came a double set 
of Thickies diapers and a pair of large plastic pants.
	"Are Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen gonna mind if I go around like 
this?" I asked Suzy, knowing that all I could wear at this point were 
the thick diapers.
	"They're expecting you to be in just your diapers most of the 
time, and they know it's all you ever wear at your house. I don't think 
they've ever seen you in anything but your diapers, either, when we 
come over there."
	I followed Suzy out of the room as she carried my used disposable 
diaper. I saw it sagging from its heavy weight of pee and poop as she 
held it at her side. I felt awkward walking through someone else's 
house in just my diapers.
	"Mom, what do I do with Chris' diaper?" Suzy asked.
	"Take it to the outside trash," Aunt Sharon told her. I followed 
Suzy out the back door, where she tossed the diaper into one of the 
garbage cans on the back patio. Lisa and Cindy were both sitting on the 
picnic table that was on the patio.
	"How did I do?" Suzy asked. "Did I diaper Chris okay?"
	Lisa got down from the table and examined my diapers.
	"You did fine," Lisa said. "But he needs his monitor put on him."
	"Oh yeah," Suzy said. "I forgot to put it on him, and I don't 
know how you're supposed to set it up."
	"Here, I'll come help you with that," Lisa said as she came back 
into the house with Suzy and me. We went back into the bedroom and Lisa 
attached the device, sticking the sensors down inside my diapers. We 
then went back out to the patio, where Suzy offered us each a soda from 
the refrigerator they kept outside.
	Dinner was ready a few minutes later and we were all seated 
around the table enjoying Aunt Sharon's roast beef, which had been 
served with some baked beans and mashed potatoes and gravy. The soda 
that I drank had already processed and was in my diapers now. The alarm 
alerted everyone to the fact that I had just peed in my diapers.
	"I hope we don't have to listen to that damn thing going off 
every time you do something in those diapers of yours, Chris," Uncle 
Allen said to me.
	"I can shut off the beeper," I told Uncle Allen. With this, I 
reached down and deactivated the beeper. I spent the rest of the 
evening reading out of my book and watching TV with Suzy and the girls. 
Before too long it was time for us to all go to bed. Lisa and Cindy had 
changed into their nightwear. I was already in mine for the most part, 
although I did change into one of my Thickies shirts which was what I 
wore to bed most nights. Lisa checked the readings on my monitoring 
device and determined that I hadn't wet enough to justify a diaper 
change and that no poop had been registered.
	"I'm sure glad you're diapered up since you'll be sleeping in the 
same bed as us," Lisa said as she patted my bottom, prompting me to 
climb in.
	"Get your butt in the bed," Lisa said, taking the opportunity to 
pat my behind some more. "Scoot, scoot, scoot!"
	"Why do I have to be in the middle?" I asked.
	"Well, Chris, it works like this," Lisa started. "You see, Cindy 
and I may need to get up in the middle of the night to use the 
bathroom. There's a toilet in there; I think you remember what one is. 
Anyway, since Cindy and I *don't* wear diapers, we may have to use that 
toilet. You, Chris, on the other hand, do wear diapers, and you won't 
need to be getting up for anything in case you need to pee or poop, so 
it makes perfectly logical sense for you to sleep in the middle of the 
bed, thereby allowing us girls easier access to the facilities. Now do 
you understand why you are in the middle?"
	"Yeah, makes sense to me," I agreed. I just didn't like the idea 
of being stuck between my two sisters all night. I climbed into the bed 
and lay in the middle. Cindy then got in on her side. Lisa turned the 
light off and then she got into the bed on the other side. I felt her 
large body sink the mattress down. I had to listen to Lisa and Cindy 
talk about things that would only interest girls while their 
conversation went over me. Fortunately, Aunt Sharon didn't let them 
talk for too long as she came intoo the room and shushed them. I 
continued to lie there in silence with a big hard-on inside my diapers. 
I was so tempted to jack off, but being wedged between my two sisters 
didn't make this very easy to do. With my young sexual urges 
unfulfilled, I eventually fell asleep. I had a dream about being in 
public in my diapers and this helped to expel some of the semen into my 
diapers, as indicated by the relatively small reading on the diaper 
monitoring device the next morning.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 31-40