FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 31
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	I was the first one awake among myself and my two sisters, 
between whom I was wedged like a sardine. I was hoping to sleep in, at 
least until 8:00, but thanks to the damn roosters just outside the 
window, my sleep was cut short. Apparently my sisters were not fazed by 
the roosters' crowing. Lisa was snoring and she was not about to move, 
I thought as I stared at her back towering over me like a mountain. She 
was big enough to shade me from the sun's early morning beam coming 
through the window.
	Cindy was stirring a couple of times and I thought that maybe she 
was going to wake up, but she didn't. I didn't feel like lying there in 
between them and waiting for one of them to get out of the bed so that 
I could do the same. Most of all, I had a raging case of morning wood 
and I needed to satisfy my boyish urges at once, and even with my two 
sisters sound asleep, I wasn't about to attempt jacking off in such 
close proximity to them. I rubbed myself off and on to "keep it warm", 
however.
	I pulled the covers back and sat up. I looked down at my thick 
diapers between my legs to examine the wetness. I felt the soaked 
layers of my diapers press up against my boner and I could feel and 
smell the poop in the back of my diapers. I then looked down at my 
diaper doohickey and examined the readings on it as well as the times 
at which it recorded me wetting and messing in my sleep. It recorded an 
unusually high number of small readings on the fecal measures, leaving 
me to wonder if I had just been pooping all night and not even 
realizing it. I was beginning to like having this little device on me 
as it made me realize how much I really needed to wear diapers now, in 
addition to enjoying wearing them.
	I started to get up. Cindy stirred some more, so I waited to see 
if she was really awake. She then settled back down and I resumed my 
exit from the bed. While doing this I thought about how and where I 
could go in the house to relieve my sexual feelings. Perhaps Uncle 
Allen and Aunt Sharon were still asleep and I could go out in the 
living room or in the den.
	Once I was on my knees I started to crawl towards the front of 
the bed. I was trying to be as quiet as I could in order to not disturb 
my sisters, but then without warning, a sudden fart emerged from my 
butt. The blast of my fart made the poop in my diapers bubble and this 
made it sound really juicy. It was a long, sustained fart, too. Not 
even two Thickies diapers could contain my farts as far as sound and 
smell were concerned, though the many plies of my diapers muted the 
fluttering considerably. It was enough to trigger the red light on the 
monitoring device, measuring 0.1 ounces of fecal volume. Now I had just 
figured out why there were so many readings such as this on the 
display. It usually didn't register farts.
	I figured the girls would be awakened by this, but I proceeded to 
leave the bed quietly. Suddenly, I felt a hand lightly slapping my 
butt. I turned around and saw that Cindy was awake and sitting up.
	"What are you doing?" I said as I turned around, seeing the light 
of the sun shining off of my white diapers and reflecting brightly onto 
Cindy's face, likely blinding her in the process.
	"Pressing the snooze button," she said.
	"Huh?" I thought, wondering what her comment meant.
	"Did I wake you?" I asked her, still with my butt sticking in her 
face.
	"Well, sort of. I was half-awake until you let that one rip," she 
said. "Who needs an alarm clock when we got you?" she chuckled as she 
slapped my butt again.
	It was then that I figured out what Cindy meant by the "snooze 
button" when she patted me on the rear end earlier.
	"Sorry, can I help it if Aunt Sharon gave me the rest of the 
baked beans last night?" I said.
	"Doesn't really make any difference, I suppose," Cindy said. "If 
it's not your poop we're always smelling, then it's your farts!"
	"You can blame the beans I ate if you want, but I blame the 
roosters," I said as I climbed to the foot of the bed and stood up.
	"Where are you going?" Cindy asked me. "I know it's not the 
bathroom, that's for sure."
	"I just thought that maybe I could watch some cartoons or 
something," I said. "I'm sure Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen won't mind."
	"No, I'm sure they won't," Cindy said. "Just keep it turned down, 
and don't laugh too loud."
	I waddled out of the room, thinking of how I would get a chance 
to get in a self-induced quickie this morning. By the time I got to the 
bathroom door, Cindy had caught up with me as this was where she was 
headed.
	"Now's my chance!" I thought as she closed the bathroom door 
behind me. I scampered out to the den and went over to the couch and 
lay down. I had a good view of the rest of the house and I would know 
if anyone would be coming.
	I felt awkward being in Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house, 
lying on their couch as I started jacking off in my diapers. It took me 
a little longer to achieve an ejaculation than I expected as I was 
distracted by watching for others. Just as I was about to come I heard 
Cindy opening the bathroom door. I got in a couple more quick thrusts 
across the front of my diapers, knowing that Cindy would not appear 
right away. In fact, I thought she may even go back into the bedroom to 
get dressed or something, but instead she came out towards the den and 
saw me lying on the couch.
	"I thought you were going to watch cartoons," she said as she 
approached me.
	"I am," I said.
	"The TV works better when you turn it on, you know," Cindy said 
as she sat down in the chair next to the couch and picked up the remote 
control to turn the TV on. "So what are lying there on the couch for?"
	"I dunno, it just looked comfy, I guess," I said clumsily, 
desperately groping for an explanation, though doing this was all in 
vain. Without saying a word, Cindy looked at me with a smile, as if to 
acknowledge that she knew what I really had been doing on the couch. 
Then she said, "uhh, yeah, uh huh," satisfied that she had more or less 
caught me in the act again.
	"So when do you think everyone else will be up?" I asked.
	"Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen are already awake," Cindy said. She 
then pointed to the window. "Aunt Sharon's out there tending to her 
garden now, and Uncle Allen's probably taking care of the horses or 
something."
	"I suppose you want your diapers changed soon," Cindy said. She 
then got up and checked the readings on my diaper monitor.
	"Whoa, Chris, you've pooped 19 times?" Cindy said as she looked 
at the number of bowel movement readings the device had recorded. "Most 
of them are like a tenth of an ounce. Is this thing working?"
	"I think it recorded all the farts I cut last night," I said.
	"From the way the bed smelled, I can believe it," Cindy said. "I 
could tell that it wasn't just your poop stinking up the bed."
	"I'll wait until Suzy's awake, then she can change you, since she 
likes to change your diapers and she doesn't get to do it very often."
	I continued to sit on the couch in my filthy diapers while I 
watched cartoons with Cindy. During this time I cut another fart, 
setting off the alarm device again, registering a total of twenty bowel 
movement readings. I also noticed that the "low battery" indicator was 
on.
	"The batteries need to be changed on this thing," I said to 
Cindy.
	"So that's why it's registering all your farts," Cindy said. "I 
remember that the book says that the device might start producing false 
readings when the batteries get low. I'd better get those numbers 
before the batteries go dead on us."
	Cindy returned to the guest bedroom and got my tracking sheet out 
from my bag. She then sat down on the couch next to me and started 
writing down all the numbers.
	"Are you gonna write down all those times it recorded my farts?" 
I asked her.
	"I should," Cindy said as she snickered. "Wouldn't that be a 
gasser if they saw that on your form; get it? Gasser?"
	"Yeah, I get it, hardy har har har," I replied sarcastically.
	Cindy went ahead and omitted all the false readings, getting the 
last number just in time as the display went blank.
	"Shoot," Cindy said. "I hope they've got some extra batteries 
around. I'll ask Aunt Sharon when she comes in."
	A moment later, Suzy got up and greeted us in the den.
	"Morning, did you all sleep okay?" Suzy asked as she rubbed her 
eyes, standing there before us in her pajamas.
	"I did until those damn roosters started going off," I said.
	"I guess you're not used to that," Suzy said. "How about you, 
Cindy?"
	"Well, let's just say that Aunt Sharon shouldn't have given all 
those beans to Chris," Cindy said.
	"What do you mean?" Suzy asked.
	"Chris was getting out of the bed, and he was crawling across it 
towards the end of the bed, and then he cut the cheese big time and 
woke me up."
	Suzy started giggling as she thought about this scenario.
	I let another one rip and Suzy giggled some more as she heard it 
coming out so juicy, muffled by my diapers. Her eyes were fixed on my 
crotch, noting the source of the sounds and smells.
	"Be prepared when you're changing him," Cindy warned Suzy, 
assuming she would want to change me, which she did.
	"I'm sure you need your diapers changed really bad, Chris," Suzy 
said, her looks hinting that she wanted to do it.
	"Is Lisa still asleep?" Suzy asked.
	"Yeah, she's quite the sleepyhead, especially on weekends," Cindy 
replied.
	"I can just change him out here I suppose," Suzy said. With this, 
she went into the bedroom to get all my diapering supplies. She came 
back with two more Thickies diapers, a pair of plastic pants, the 
powder container and the garbage bag that served as a changing pad. She 
had me lie on the floor as she began removing my diapers. She unbuckled 
the strap that held the monitoring device on me and she pulled out the 
strips from my diapers. The fecal measuring strip was coated in poop 
and Suzy put the entire set on the surface of the garbage bag.
	"I'll take care of this for you," Cindy offered as she took the 
monitoring device into the bathroom to rinse off the strips. Meanwhile, 
Suzy dealt with a very messy and smelly diaper change, exacerbated by 
the odors of my farts, one of which I let loose while Suzy wiped up my 
butt.
	"Whoa, them's powerful farts you got there!" Suzy said as she 
wasn't expecting me to pass gas at that moment. Within a few minutes 
Suzy had me freshly diapered up again, re-using every pin that was in 
my other diapers. She looked at me as I waddled around, proud of what 
she had just done to pad up my butt so much.
	"Now what I do with these wet and dirty diapers?" Suzy asked as 
she realized that the diapers were too wet and messy to carry to the 
washing machine without possibly dripping a trail of pee and poop on 
the carpet. I suggested that she put the diapers in the garbage bag and 
carry them to the washing machine this way. Suzy agreed with this 
suggestion and carried off my diapers.
	"These are heavy," she said as she carried the bag, not expecting 
my dirty diapers to weigh so much. Cindy had also gotten herself 
dressed while she was away. She came back wearing a pair of shorts. She 
was holding the monitor device. She asked Suzy, "got any AAA batteries 
lying around?"
	"I think there's some out in the garage," Suzy said as she ran 
out there. She returned a moment later with two batteries. Cindy 
replaced them in the unit and then she strapped it around me after 
tucking the sensors back down into my diapers. Within minutes I let out 
another real stinker of a fart, but no bubbles or juicy sounds from a 
heavy layer of poop this time. The monitoring device did not register 
any activity this time.
	Aunt Sharon came into the house a few minutes later to tell us 
that she was going to the store to get a few items for cooking 
breakfast when she got back. When she returned from the store she came 
into the house and hollered at Suzy.
	"Did you take the batteries out of the garage door opener?" Aunt 
Sharon asked Suzy, holding the device in her hand with the battery 
cover off, revealing an empty battery compartment.
	"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry," Suzy said. "I needed some AAA batteries."
	"For what?" Aunt Sharon asked.
	"Chris' diaper thingy, whatever you call that black box that 
measures his pee and poop. I couldn't find any in the drawer out in the 
garage, so I took them from the garage door opener."
	"Oh, never mind," Aunt Sharon sighed. "I'll just buy some more 
when we take you kids to the water park later on."
	Aunt Sharon then decided to get some of the washing done that 
morning. When she opened the lid to the washing machine, she slammed it 
shut immediately. I heard it come down with a loud clang.
	"Phew!" Aunt Sharon said as she plugged her nose. "Did something 
crawl into our washing machine and die?"
	"Oh, Chris' diapers are in there," Suzy said.
	"Well, don't just leave them lying in there, Suzy. They're 
stinking up the whole house!"
	"Sorry, Mom, I just wasn't sure how to wash them and I was gonna 
ask you. Do you know how to wash diapers?"
	"Suzy, I haven't dealt with diapers in ten years," Aunt Sharon 
said. "Well, make that eight years, since I changed Chris more than a 
few times when he was four and still in diapers. They were disposables, 
anyway. How sorry I felt for Brenda having to deal with a boy still in 
diapers at his age, if she had only known how long Chris would end up 
wearing diapers. I was just glad to see you grow out of them and get 
potty trained so I wouldn't have to deal with the smell. God, I forgot 
how bad a pile of dirty diapers could get to smelling."
	"So what do I do?" Suzy asked as her mother finished recounting 
her experiences with handling diapers. "How should Chris' diapers be 
washed?"
	"Ask Lisa or Cindy," Sharon said. "They'd have to know, having to 
wash their brother's diapers all the time."
	The rest of the morning passed without much incident. Lisa helped 
Suzy with getting my diapers washed, and Aunt Sharon had breakfast 
cooking. It was worth waiting for, especially the pancakes. Aunt Sharon 
kept them coming. I thought that it was a toss-up between how much Lisa 
ate and I ate, as I was full by the time I finished.
	"You want more pancakes?" Aunt Sharon asked.
	"No thanks, I'm stuffed," I said as I patted my diaper-covered 
stomach. I felt my full stomach bulging into my diapers. I wished for a 
moment that I could loosen my diapers the same way my Dad and Uncle 
Allen loosened their pants after eating a Thanksgiving or Christmas 
dinner.
	"I think Chris has had enough to eat," Lisa said, seeing that I 
was rubbing my stomach through my diapers. "Besides, that's just more 
poop for one of us girls to clean off of Chris' butt when his body 
processes all that food he ate," Lisa added.
	After we had breakfast I decided to use the phone and call Tony 
to confirm that he and Kara were also planning to be at the water park 
that day. Tony told me the time he would be there and where we could 
meet. With this arranged, I looked forward to still getting to do 
something with him over the long weekend, even with having to spend the 
time at my aunt's and uncle's house.
	Just before we left, Aunt Sharon looked at me standing there in 
just my diapers.
	"Chris, I think we need to do something about those diapers you 
have on there," she said.
	"I'm just wet," I said. I showed her the monitoring device, which 
had only registered pee so far. "See?"
	"Yes, but I mean, we're going to be heading out soon, so you need 
to get something a little more moderate than that on you. For one 
thing, you'd sink to the bottom of the pool with as heavy as those 
diapers would get after you wore them in the water."
	I figured that this was probably an exaggeration, although 
according to Lisa, my diaper pail often felt almost as heavy as Dad's 
bowling ball bag when she lugged my diapers off to the washroom.
	I was changed out of my Thickies and put into a disposable 
diaper, which was just one of my regular disposables that I normally 
wore to school. I asked for my pants, but Suzy wanted to see me go 
around in the disposable diaper for awhile since she rarely got to see 
me wearing one and she enjoyed hearing them crinkle. She mentioned that 
this reminded her of the four-year-old boy she babysits. She giggled as 
she watched me walk away, noting how the extra padding in the rear 
stood out and drew more attention to my butt. In fact, she even snapped 
some pictures when I wasn't expecting it, not that I wasn't already 
used to being candidly photographed in diapers by my own sisters.
	"When are we leaving?" I asked Suzy.
	"My Mom's outside hanging laundry on the clotheslines," Suzy 
said. "Then we'll probably leave."
	"Okay kids, got all your stuff ready?" Aunt Sharon hollered as 
she came into the house with an empty laundry basket.
	"Everybody except for Chris, since he needs to get some swimming 
trunks," Lisa said.
	After everyone was ready, we climbed into Aunt Sharon's Chevy 
Suburban. Suzy climbed into the front seat while I joined Lisa and 
Cindy in the back, once again stuck in the middle.
	"Isn't Uncle Allen coming with us?" Cindy asked Aunt Sharon.
	"Nah, he's got too much to do today, and he wants to get it all 
done so he can spend the next two days fishing," Aunt Sharon said.
	I noticed that the garage door was already up, and it stayed up 
as we backed out of the garage. I looked on the dash of Aunt Sharon's 
vehicle and noticed that the garage door opener was lying out, detached 
from the visor awaiting its new batteries. I felt momentarily amused 
and let out a suppressed laugh as I thought about how Suzy had swiped 
the batteries out of the garage door opener in order to get my diaper 
alarm going again. We were now on our way to Wicked Waters for an 
afternoon of what I hoped would be fun.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 32
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	Upon backing out of the garage and the driveway as we headed for 
the water park, I noticed my diapers hanging so prominently on the 
clothesline on the side of the house. The diapers, being the only white 
articles of clothing hanging on the clothesline, stood out very 
conspicuously among the more colorful shirts, pants, shorts, and other 
articles of clothing that were more indigenous to Aunt Sharon's and 
Uncle Allen's place.
	"Whoa, could you stop, please, Aunt Sharon?" I asked her. With 
this, she stepped on the brake and the vehicle skidded a few inches on 
the loose gravel driveway."
	"What is it, Chris?" she asked me.
	"Aww, you don't need a diaper change already, do you, Chris?" 
Lisa asked me. She checked the back of my diaper.
	"Nope, not that I can tell," Lisa said before I had a chance to 
tell her that this was not the reason I asked Aunt Sharon to stop, 
though my reason was related to my diapers.
	"Everyone's gonna see my diapers hanging out," I said as I looked 
at the diapers on the clothesline.
	"Look at Chris' diapers!" Lisa snickered and pointed out as she 
and everyone else also noticed them. "See how heavy they are and how 
they make the clothesline sag?"
	"Those diapers were pretty heavy when I took them out of the 
wash," Aunt Sharon said. "They have a lot of layers of fabric in them 
and they hold in a lot of water."
	"They hold other things, too," Cindy added as she smiled.
	"Don't you have a dryer, Aunt Sharon?" I asked her.
	"We do, but when it's warm and dry like this, why not let Mother 
Nature take care of some of the chores?" Aunt Sharon replied. "It saves 
energy, anyway."
	"Mom, Everyone's gonna think that they're *my* diapers and that 
*I'm* wearing them!" Suzy said in a very concerned voice. "Can we go 
back and take them down or something?"
	"No, Suzy, I don't think that's necessary," Aunt Sharon said. 
Aunt Sharon then started backing out some more.
	"But everybody who lives out here knows us, and they'll think 
that they're my diapers, and I don't want them to think that!" Suzy 
continued to complain.
	"Suzy, we live out on a seldom-used road, for one thing," Aunt 
Sharon started to explain. "The people who do come by here are usually 
traveling sixty, seventy miles an hour-- or more-- and they're not 
likely going to even notice. If by some off chance one of the neighbors 
or someone does ask about the diapers, we'll just simply tell them that 
our nephew was here for the weekend and then explain that he wears 
diapers, simple as that."
	"But some people from school might come by here; they go by on 
their bikes all the time, and they'll see them," Suzy said. "They're 
gonna assume that they're mine. Can we just take them down and put them 
in the dryer instead?"
	"Fine, then Chris' diapers will just have to wait until later to 
be dried," Aunt Sharon said as she stopped to pick up the mail from the 
mailbox. She then drove back towards the house.
	"Go take them down if it will make you feel better," Aunt Sharon 
sighed.
	"Yes, Mom, it would make me feel *much* better," Suzy said 
emphatically. Lisa and Cindy agreed that they didn't want anyone to 
think that someone other than me was the diaper wearer at their place, 
definitely not Suzy. Being that I felt that diapers were a boys' thing, 
anyway, I agreed as well, though I didn't say anything about it.
	"Why not just put Chris' diapers in the dryer?" Suzy asked her 
mom again.
	"Because I don't want to run the dryer when I'm not home. Your 
dad's going to be outside most of the day and he's probably going to 
leave, too."
	"How about put up a sign on the line?" Lisa suggested.
	"Hey, that rhymes!" Cindy pointed out.
	"I'm a poet and didn't know it!" Lisa laughed. "Seriously, put up 
a sign and have it say, 'These are Chris' diapers, not, Suzy's.'"
	"Good idea!" Suzy agreed. Aunt Sharon stopped a few feet from the 
garage and let Suzy out. Lisa went with her, while Cindy and I stayed.
	"Hurry!" Aunt Sharon said as she agreed to wait for the girls. 
She expected them to take the diapers down from the clothesline and 
take them in the house. Instead, Lisa and Suzy had gone into Uncle 
Allen's shed. He had a roll of butcher paper in there along with some 
big markers. He had used these supplies to make signs to advertise his 
various crops that he took down to the corner where he sold them.
	"What are they doing?" Aunt Sharon asked.
	"They're probably making that sign that Lisa was talking about," 
Cindy said.
	"Oh, please," Aunt Sharon sighed.
	"When you think about it, wouldn't you do the same thing, Aunt 
Sharon?" Cindy said. "I mean, if people saw that there were diapers at 
your place, and you were the only child, they'd probably think that you 
were wearing diapers, right?"
	"I suppose, possibly," Aunt Sharon said. "But I really don't 
think it's necessary that they do all this. But then, girls can be so 
self-conscious, too."
	"So can boys," I affirmed.
	"Well, Chris, after being in just your diapers most of the time 
for over three years, I'd have to say that self-consciousness for you 
has pretty much gone out the window," Cindy said as she patted my knee.
	Moments later, Lisa and Suzy came out from the shed with a big 
sign that was probably eight, maybe ten feet long. As they hung it, the 
sign's message was revealed. The lettering spanned the entire width of 
the paper and was written on two lines. It read: "OUR NEPHEW CHRIS 
WEARS THESE DIAPERS NOT OUR DAUGTHER SUZY".
	"Looks good!" Cindy said. "I think that says it all, since most 
people would have no idea who 'Chris' is anyway.
	"What do you think, Mom?" Suzy asked.
	"Well, anyone who comes by here will know our nephew wears really 
big and thick cloth diapers, that's for sure," Aunt Sharon said.
	"Better than them thinking that it's *me!*" Suzy said. "Thanks 
for waiting on us, Mom, I really do very much appreciate it."
	"You're quite welcome, Suzy," Aunt Sharon replied.
	"Why did you write 'nephew' and 'daughter' on there?" I asked 
Lisa.
	"Well, there are some girls named Chris, too, as in Christina, so 
we wanted people to know that the 'Chris' that the sign refers to is a 
boy," Lisa said. "We also wrote it as if Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen 
wrote it, which is why it doesn't say 'cousin.'"
	"Whatever," I said. I could read the sign all the way from the 
road as we headed towards town.
	With this important task out of the way, we were finally on our 
way to the water park. We drove several miles to reach the outskirts of 
town, and then a couple more miles to get to the nearest K-Mart, which 
was where Aunt Sharon took me to pick out some swimming trunks. We all 
decided to go into the store since Lisa and Cindy as well as Suzy had 
to fulfill their girlish urges to shop and look at clothes and the 
like. Aunt Sharon also bought the AAA batteries for the garage door 
opener while we were there.
	When it came time for me to pick out some swimming trunks to 
wear, I came to the realization that I didn't even know which size to 
get! Having been in diapers for the last three and a half years, I 
hadn't even paid much attention to what size I was, and when I was 
looking through the rack, I noted that the sizes for the boys' swimming 
trunks were designated as S,M, L, and XL. I was confused and I didn't 
know what to do. I looked around for a clerk, but none were to be 
found. I had a feeling Aunt Sharon was expecting me to pick out a pair 
right away and pay for them so that we could get going.
	A few minutes later Lisa came into the boys' department to check 
on me. She saw me still going through the racks of swimming trunks.
	"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" Lisa asked me.
	"Well, I kind of like these, but I'm not sure they're the right 
size," I admitted.
	"Well, that's easy," Lisa said. I remember that when I filled out 
that first survey you measured 26 inches without diapers on and 33 
inches with diapers on."
	"Lisa!" I said, asking her not to mention "diapers" so openly in 
the presence of the other shoppers.
	"We're in the boys' department, Chris; chances are that some of 
the other boys in here wear diapers, too," Lisa said. I just let it 
pass since it was too late anyway, had anyone heard her.
	"But that measurement was taken when I had *cloth* diapers on," I 
whispered to Lisa. "I'm wearing a disposable."
	"Okay, then just try these," Lisa said as she picked out a pair 
of swimming trunks that she felt would probably fit over my disposable 
diapers. They were plain blue, nothing flashy or fancy, but I didn't 
really care.
	"I think these will fit you with what you have on underneath," 
Lisa said. I cringed as she again hinted at my wearing diapers.
	"Maybe I should go try them on first," I said.
	"Do that, and then I'll go find Aunt Sharon to let her know," 
Lisa said. Before Lisa left, she directed my attention to the sign 
posted outside the dressing stalls. She read it aloud: "State health 
regulations require that undergarments be worn when trying on 
swimwear."
	Lisa then added, "I think you're pretty well covered as far as 
wearing undergarments is concerned." She then gave me a smack to the 
rear before leaving to find the others.
	I went into the changing stall and closed the door. I stripped 
off my pants and looked down at my wet diaper which I could also see in 
my reflection in the mirror. I instantly became stiff as I briefly 
examined myself in the disposable diaper. I turned around and looked at 
my padded rear end. I then held the swimming trunks before me. I knew 
they'd be too big without a diaper, but my diaper was quite thick, even 
for not being a Thickies. I slipped the trunks on and pulled them up 
over my diaper. I checked to see how much my diaper would show through 
them. The trunks were baggy and still a tad bit loose, but I felt this 
helped hide the fact that I had a diaper on. I knew Aunt Sharon didn't 
want to wait all day and I was satisfied with how the swimming trunks 
looked. I then took them off and then put my pants back on.
	"Do they fit?" Lisa asked me as she and the others were now 
waiting on me outside of the changing stalls.
	"Yeah, I think. They're just a little loose, but they'll do," I 
said.
	"Well, let's go ahead and get them since I want to get going," 
Aunt Sharon said. We went to the register and Lisa, who had the money 
that Mom gave me, and paid for them.
	We drove a few more miles to get to the water park. It was 
unseasonably warm on this day with a high of ninety degrees in the 
forecast, according to the announcer on the radio. As expected, there 
was a big turnout at the water park's opening day. Aunt Sharon dropped 
us off at the entrance and gave us enough money to pay our admission 
and to buy food and drinks.
	"See you kids at about 4:00, have fun!" Aunt Sharon said as she 
drove away.
	Once inside the park, I felt nervous as I came to the realization 
that I would have to go into the men's dressing room and take off my 
pants in front of the other boys and men who would be in there. Being 
that the rest of my party consisted entirely of girls, nobody else 
would be in there with me and that I would be all alone in facing any 
onlookers. I watched as Lisa, Cindy and Suzy all went into the women's 
dressing room single file. I just wished Tony was going to be here at 
this time so that he and I could at least show off our diapers at the 
same time. He wasn't expected until about 12:30 or so; it was just past 
11:00, so I couldn't wait this long.
	I knew that the girls would be coming out of the dressing room in 
their swimsuits, ready to go down the slides. I had to get moving, so I 
went into the dressing room. I looked around and saw several boys in 
various states of dress, some of them completely naked. I couldn't help 
but to get hard when I saw them, especially since the ones who were in 
white briefs somewhat appeared to be diapered, at least this was what 
my mind had tried to envision for me.
	As I walked around I tried to find a private stall, hoping that 
one would be provided. No such luck, I had to change right out in the 
open with the rest of them. At the same time I was hoping to see at 
least one other boy my age wearing diapers. I was pleased to see that 
one boy had some rather impressive brown streaks in the seat of his 
underpants. He looked to be about eight or nine.
	One boy in particular caught my eye when I noticed that he was 
wearing what looked like white underpants, but that they were quite 
thick, more like training pants. I especially enjoyed seeing the extra 
thick panels sewn into the seat. He didn't seem to mind that others, 
such as myself, saw him wearing these diaper-like underpants. He was 
also accompanied by another older boy who I assumed was his brother. I 
watched him strip off his shorts to reveal that he was wearing the same 
thing!
	I didn't feel so bad now, knowing that there were at least two 
other boys in what I considered to be diapers, so I located a spot on 
the bench and stripped off my pants. In spite of the fact that the 
other two "diapered" boys were in close proximity to me, several other 
boys seemed to notice that I was wearing a disposable diaper. I thought 
that perhaps my white padded butt would blend right in with the white 
underpants that many of the other boys had on, though many of them were 
also wearing cartoon-printed briefs, and a few of them were wearing 
boxer shorts, mostly the boys who were older than me. I heard a few 
giggles and laughs, but I figured these kids didn't know me and I 
didn't know them, so I ignored them. I turned around to hide the fact 
that my diaper was soaked and that if they saw my diapered butt, at 
least they wouldn't see my face in case by some chance it was someone 
who recognized me from school. In a strange sort of way, I sort of 
enjoyed knowing that some of the boys saw my diapered rear end, 
thinking that perhaps they would get hard from seeing it and that it 
may even "rub off" on them and urge them to wear diapers if they had 
the same feelings about them as I now did.
	I then took off my shirt and my socks. I put on the brand new 
swimming trunks, so new that they still had the tags dangling from 
them. I pulled the tags off and let them fall to the floor and then I 
put the swimming trunks on. I gathered up my clothes and carried them 
out with me. I felt more awkward without having a shirt on than 
anything as I was not used to this.
	"About time you got out here!" Lisa said as she stood there in 
her swimsuit, which revealed her much of her large, flabby legs, wide 
hips, large chest, and her big, fleshy butt.
	"Ooh, look at that sexy, white chest!" Lisa mocked, drawing 
attention to my lack of any sort of tan.
	"What took you so long in there?" Cindy asked. Her swimsuit 
wasn't any more modest in its coverage. "Did you have to change your 
diaper?"
	Just as I was about to tell Cindy not to mention diapers, I came 
to the realization that I didn't bring any extra diapers with me.
	"Shit!" I exclaimed.
	"What's the matter?" Cindy asked.
	"I don't have any extra, you know--"
	"You didn't bring any extra diapers?" Lisa said.
	"No, I didn't, and I'm quite wet as it is now," I said.
	"Your diaper's gonna get wet anyway when you get in the water," 
Suzy said.
	"Yeah, but he's due to poop soon, or have you done that yet?" 
Cindy asked. Lisa then pulled on the back of my swimming trunks and 
looked down inside my diaper. Never mind the fact that she did this 
with dozens of people milling around about the dressing room entrances 
as well as the gift shop/game room and the snack/food counter.
	"Nope, no poop yet," Lisa said. A lady and a her son both looked 
at us as they walked past. I knew that Aunt Sharon's breakfast would 
catch up with me sooner or later and my diaper would be loaded. I knew 
that once this happened I couldn't go down the slides until I could get 
a clean diaper.
	"I could see if they sell any diapers in the gift shop," Cindy 
suggested.
	"Yeah, right," I said. Then it occurred to me that Tony was 
expected and that he would likely bring some extra diapers with him. I 
mentioned this to Lisa.
	"Just hope that he won't forget his, too," Lisa said.
	"How about I call him and ask him to bring some for me, too?" I 
suggested. With this, Lisa gave me a quarter so that I could call Tony 
to tell him what my situation was. I found out that Tony and Kara were 
expected to come by in about an hour or so. With this, Cindy applied a 
generous amount of sunscreen to my shoulders and my back. She moved to 
my chest and spread it all over. She knelt down and spread it over my 
legs, too.
	"You're definitely going to need sunscreen," Cindy said. "You 
look like the Pillsbury dough boy, except he doesn't wear diapers." 
Upon saying this, Cindy then poked me in the stomach.
	"Hey!" I said.
	"No, you're supposed to giggle like the Pillsbury Dough Boy," 
Cindy said.
	"Well, I'm not the Pillsbury Dough Boy," I said.
	"Right, you're the Barrett Family DIAPER Boy!" Cindy said. It was 
no use trying to get her to not mention my diapers so loudly. Everyone 
was bound to find out sooner or later.
	With my body now slathered in sunscreen, the girls led me up the 
hill that led to the top of the water slide that we were about to go 
down. As I walked up I watched several people-- kids mostly-- briskly 
shooting down the slide. It looked like a lot of fun and I couldn't 
wait until it was my turn. When we reached the top we were faced with a 
long line ahead of us, but it seemed to move quickly. I noted that the 
slide was called "Blitzkrieg" as indicated by a large sign. I stood 
behind Cindy and Suzy, with Lisa behind me.
	"Your diaper's showing," Lisa said as she grabbed at the 
waistband of my swimming trunks. In a brief instance I thought she was 
going to yank them down and make them show more, but she was being nice 
and instead pulled them back up for me. The fact that she mentioned my 
diapers amid several dozen people waiting in line and that she was 
reaching around my waist drew just about as much attention as if she 
had pantsed right there.
	Finally we reached the front of the line. I watched Suzy go down 
first and she was gone in a flash. Next, Cindy positioned herself at 
the head of the slide, virtually mooning me with her butt-revealing 
swimsuit as she prepared to take the plunge.
	Now it was my turn. I stood there for a moment and waited for the 
lifeguard's cue. When he gave me the okay I hunched down and shoved 
off. I went down the initial slope and picked up a great deal of speed. 
I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour! The slide then 
flattened out to a gentler slope and I started to slow down. I kept 
going, albeit at a slower pace than what I would have liked to be 
moving. I then started having to push myself along to pick up some 
speed again.
	"Shit, this isn't good," I said to myself.
	Behind me, Lisa was moving along at a good clip, her body weight 
giving her plenty of momentum. A moment later she suddenly came sliding 
and then crashing into me like a freight train smashing into a car 
stalled on the tracks, all two hundred and fifty plus pounds of her.
	"Chris, I'm behind you!" Lisa warned me just as she slammed into 
me, as if I could have gotten out of the way. She gave me quite a 
boost, to say the least, as she spread her legs upon making contact 
with me to keep her feet from hitting my butt. Even my thick diaper 
wasn't enough to protect me from taking the brunt of the impact. Lisa's 
weight carried me the rest of the way down to the landing pool at the 
end of the slide.
	"Was that fun or what?" Lisa asked me.
	"Yeah, until I got stuck," I said, feeling disappointed that I 
wasn't able to maintain a swift speed.
	"Good thing I came along behind you," Lisa said. "Let's go 
again."
	I stood up from the landing pool and tried to assess the 
condition of my diaper after I had been sitting in water. It felt quite 
heavy and waterlogged now. Its weight was enough that if it came loose 
it would pull my swimming trunks down with it in an instant.
	"I don't think I should be wearing diapers here," I meekly said 
to Lisa.
	"You, Chris, and no diapers?" Lisa said. "That would be a very 
bad idea, definitely a very bad idea. You need diapers like a fish 
needs water, boy."
	"Yes, but, you see..."
	"What's wrong?" Lisa asked.
	"They're all full of water," I said.
	"No different than peeing in them, I suppose," Lisa said. "Let's 
take a look."
	"Here?" I asked her.
	"We'll go over to that tree over there, I'll just take a quick 
peek," Lisa said.
	With this, Lisa escorted me away from the slide area and onto the 
grass. She found an isolated area where there weren't very many people 
and she took me to one of the small evergreen trees that dotted the 
lawn. Here, Lisa pulled back on my swimming trunks, trying to assess 
the situation while minimizing the extent to which my diaper would be 
exposed. Having no other choice, Lisa ended up pulling my swimming 
trunks all the way down to my knees, exposing my diaper in its 
entirety.
	"Don't pull them all the way down!" I shouted. I looked around 
and noticed that a couple kids were watching curiously.
	"Well, I'm sorry, Chris, but I don't have x-ray vision and I 
can't see what they look like if I don't!" Lisa said impatiently. 
"Look, this will just be a second."
	Lisa then took a look at my butt and the way my diaper was 
sagging and bloated from all the water that it had absorbed. I could 
feel the diaper hanging low enough that it wasn't snugly pulled up into 
my crotch like I was used to. I could feel air blowing onto my dick and 
balls.
	"Yeah, they are a tad soaked, I'd say," Lisa said as she patted 
my butt out of habit, so it seemed. Water then started coming out from 
the leg openings. Seeing that this extracted some of the water, she 
kept pushing on my buttocks, squeezing more of the excess water out of 
the diaper.
	"What are you doing, Lisa?" I asked her.
	"Getting the water out of your diaper," she said. "I think that's 
as good as it's gonna get, I'm afraid."
	"I wanna go home," I said.
	"We just got here, Chris," Lisa said. "We'll get used to handling 
you wearing diapers by the time the day's over. I may just have to do 
this after every slide we go down, not that I don't mind."
	"You do it all the time," I sighed.
	"I know," Lisa said with a smile as she pulled my swimming trunks 
back up.
	We went back up the hill and waited in the same line with pretty 
much the same people around us. Cindy and Suzy had already gone up and 
were at the front of the line by the time we reached the top. As I 
stood and waited, I felt Aunt Sharon's big breakfast working on pushing 
out some of the stools that had already been processed and were 
awaiting delivery out my butthole.
	"Uh oh," I said.
	"What's wrong?" Lisa asked me. I turned around and whispered in 
her ear.
	"I'm about to poop," I said.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 33
---------------------------

	I could feel my bowels churning and I knew that it would only be 
a few minutes before my water-soaked diaper would also be loaded with 
poop. I was used to this situation at home, and even in school it 
wasn't so bad. As long as I knew my diaper was tightly and securely 
wrapped over my butt and pulled up against my crotch I felt I was safe. 
I was standing in line at the water park, anticipating my next plunge 
down the slide, wondering when the next poop to come out of my butt 
would materialize in my diaper.
	"We'll be at the front of the line soon, you think you can make 
it to that point?" Lisa asked me.
	"I hope so," I said to her. "Maybe I should just walk back down."
	"We're almost there," Lisa said as she patted me on the shoulder.
	As I reached the beginning of the slide, I was given the cue to 
go. Once again I was off to a swift start as I slid on my butt, but as 
I approached the halfway point and the slope flattened out, my body 
slowed to a crawl. While I was trying to keep myself going, I released 
my bowel movement into my diaper. It all came out in one sudden dump. 
My poop was already wet and runny as it shot out my butt and into my 
diaper and it was leaking out of my diaper's leg openings. My diaper 
was no longer able to contain my poop as it had been loosened up by the 
weight of the water that my diaper had soaked up again. As the water 
flowed past me I saw two parallel streaks of brown, diluted poop 
originating from my crotch and floating down towards the bottom, the 
poop dissipating several feet ahead of me.
	Lisa must have known that I would probably get stuck as I had 
been expecting her to be coming, so she must have waited a few seconds 
longer. I just needed to get out of this slide since my poop was 
tainting the water and I needed her to give me a boost. Seconds later, 
Lisa plowed into me again.
	"Here I come!" Lisa shouted to warn me. I felt her crotch make a 
harsh thud into my back. She had her large legs wrapped around me as 
she pushed me to the bottom. As I struck bottom, I felt a strange 
sensation in my diaper. It felt that it had exploded. All I could feel 
was the materials of my sodden diaper clinging to my skin. The outer 
liner had burst and my diaper was not able to contain the pile of poop 
that I had put into it. I was still sitting down when I saw two brown 
clouds forming around my leg openings.
	"Chris, get out of the water!" Lisa told me as she saw what I had 
done. Immediately I stood up. I watched the brown clouds dissipate into 
less visible traces as the water swirled and circulated in the small 
pool. Other people seemed to be oblivious to the somewhat cloudy and 
murky water. I felt bad that I might have contaminated the water so 
that nobody else could use the slide. I told Lisa about this concern.
	"They have filters on these things," Lisa said to try to assure 
me. She then looked at me and saw that poop was streaking down my legs 
now.
	"I don't wanna go down the slides anymore," I whined.
	"Well, you're probably gonna have to wait until Tony gets here to 
bring you a new diaper. You definitely can't go in the water now."
	"My diaper exploded," I said, feeling like I was about to cry 
from embarrassment.
	"Let's just wait a minute and watch for Cindy and Suzy to let 
them know what's going on, and then we'll go over to the shade where we 
can sit and watch for Tony."
	"Okay," I said, trying not to cry. I got to thinking about how 
this wouldn't have happened while wearing a cloth diaper and wished I 
had thought to wear one, or at least a couple.
	When Cindy and Suzy splashed into the landing pool, I watched 
Lisa get up and run over to them. I watched her big butt jiggling in 
her black swimsuit and waves running down her legs as she trotted over 
to the other girls. They came over with Lisa as she talked to them.
	"Chris has had a bit of a problem with his diaper," Lisa said. 
"You girls just go have fun and I'll stay with Chris."
	"Cindy and Suzy both looked at me as I sat on the grass with 
brown streaks on each of my legs.
	"You'd better get him cleaned up," Cindy said. "Where did it 
happen?"
	"He said his diaper exploded when he got to the bottom of 
Blitzkrieg."
	"Let's go to another slide," Cindy said as she and Suzy ran off.
	"We'll check back in a little while," Cindy said as she ran back 
up the hill.
	Lisa then escorted me to a shady tree.
	"I'll get something to clean you up with," Lisa said. "Just stay 
put."
	"Yeah, right, like I'm going to go anywhere like this," I said to 
myself. I did, however, feel good about Lisa's concern for me and that 
it was one of those rare moments when she actually cared about my 
situation and tried to comfort me.
	Lisa came back with a handful of napkins a few minutes later.
	"Sorry, this is the best I can do for you now," Lisa said, 
apologizing for her use of an unconventional method to clean me up. I 
didn't really care. Lisa just wiped my legs off the best she could. She 
gathered up all the napkins and said she would get me something to 
drink. She then discarded the napkins, went into the restroom to wash 
her hands, and then she got some money to get me a drink.
	Lisa sat with me and tried to put my mind at ease by asking me if 
I had thought about going to California this summer to appear in a 
diaper commercial. She tried to talk about things that she knew would 
interest me, all of her topics relating to my wearing diapers. She 
reminisced on all the times that she had embarrassed me about my 
diapers. Seeing that I was in an especially compromising predicament, I 
think this made her feel more sympathetic and she apologized for some 
of the mean things she had done to me. I knew that her resolve to 
reconcile the past would be short-lived, however, and she'd be back to 
her old ways again.
	Meanwhile, as Lisa and I waited for Tony to show up, I heard an 
announcement over the PA system:

"Attention all Wicked Waters patrons. The Blitzkrieg slide is 
temporarily closed for maintenance. Repeat, the Blitzkrieg slide is 
temporarily closed for maintenance. The slide will be open again in one 
hour. We apologize for this inconvenience and we will appreciate your 
patience. Thank you."

	Now I felt even worse. I knew that the slide had been closed all 
because of me pooping into the water. Hundreds of people had to be 
denied some of their fun today all because of one diaper that didn't 
hold up. I figured they would have to flush out the dirty water and 
refresh it before the slide could be opened again. I buried my face in 
shame.

	"Relax, Chris," Lisa said as she patted my shoulder. "Nobody 
knows you did it but me, Cindy and Suzy. I'm sure this happens all the 
time."
	"I know, I just feel bad that I did it this time."
	"Well, at least next time we'll be more prepared."
	"If there is a next time," I moaned.
	"Chris, please," Lisa said. "Tony and Kara will be here any 
minute and then they'll get you a new diaper and you'll be all set. In 
fact, I think I see them now."
	Lisa got up and ran over to Tony and Kara and shouted at them, 
waving her arms. Having gotten their attention, she shouted at me and 
told me to come to her.
	I got up and I felt what was left of my diaper squishing around 
inside my swimming trunks. Brown, poopy water dribbled out from the leg 
openings and trickled behind me as I caught up with Lisa.
	"Did you bring an extra diaper for Chris?" Lisa asked Tony.
	"I brought plenty of them," Tony said.
	"These are those special Thickies swim diapers that I had on last 
night," Tony explained. "They work really well when you're in water."
	"Well, after what happened to Chris, he's going to need them."
	"What happened?" Tony asked.
	"I'll tell you in a moment," I told Tony.
	Tony then handed Lisa a Thickies swim diaper. Given the bulk of 
the diaper, there was no doubt that it was a Thickies diaper.
	"At least your swim trunks will stay up when you have this 
thicker diaper on," Lisa said to me.
	"Thanks, Tony," Lisa said. "Let's go get you cleaned up and re-
diapered now."
	Lisa then led me towards the women's changing room. Kara had 
already gone in ahead of us.
	"Wait!" I said as I stopped. "You can't take me in there."
	"I'm gonna have to, Chris," Lisa said with a sigh, as she was 
probably expecting me to put up a fuss. "Unless you want me to clean 
you up and change your diaper outside."
	"But there's naked girls in there," I said.
	"What?" Lisa said. "I'd bet you're the first twelve-year-old boy 
who would pass up the opportunity to see a while bunch of girls without 
their clothes on! A lot of boys would gladly switch places with you."
	"No, it's not that, I mean, I know they wouldn't want me to see 
them and they'd freak out."
	"Chris, we won't even be going into the dressing room itself," 
Lisa explained to assure me. "There's a section for mothers to change 
their babies' diapers when you first go in. Well, in this case, a 
sister changing her brother's diapers, but same thing."
	I knew that I either had to follow Lisa into the women's changing 
room or suffer in a poopy diaper that wasn't even intact now, thus 
making me unable to go back to the slides. Lisa took me by the hand and 
I went in right behind her.
	I had been in women's restrooms with Lisa and Cindy a number of 
times, but this was a lot different being in the changing room of a 
water park. There were far more people in there than there were in any 
restroom, and most of the people going in and out of the changing room 
were girls, with a lower ratio of adult women. Needless to say I drew 
plenty of attention as every girl who walked by stared and commented on 
the fact that there was a boy in the girls' room and that I was getting 
a much-needed diaper change.
	I was too big to fit on any of the changing tables that were 
provided as this was always the case in any public facility, so Lisa 
had me lie down on the cold, wet concrete floor. She pulled my swimming 
trunks off and examined the damage. The poop had soaked through the 
fibers of what was once the diaper. She pulled away the plastic liner 
and removed the inner padding. A large, stinky pile of poop-covered and 
water-soaked diaper remnants formed as Lisa cleaned off the mess. The 
odor made several girls wince as they caught a whiff of it upon walking 
by and watching, looking at the poopy mess that Lisa had made into a 
pile off to the side. Many of the girls seemed to be amused by seeing 
my erection standing straight up.
	It didn't even occur to me until now that I could have gone into 
the men's changing room with Tony and let him diaper me instead. It was 
too late at this point as Lisa was already busy getting me cleaned up. 
With all the poop cleaned off of me, Lisa put the swim diaper on me. I 
could have even put the diaper on myself as it was a pull-on, requiring 
no tapes or other fasteners. Being that the diapers were expected to be 
used in water, this made sense for them to be designed in this manner.
	Kara had gotten changed and she came up to Lisa and me. She was 
donning a hot pink swimsuit, holding her clothes in her hands.
	"You about ready, Lisa?" Kara asked her.
	"I'm going to need to rinse out his swimming trunks first," Lisa 
said. "They're covered in poop."
	"I'll just meet you outside then," Kara said as she took a close 
look at the mess in my swimming trunks.
	Lisa had to leave me lying there on the floor as she took my 
swimming trunks with her into the main changing area to rinse them off. 
I thought she could do this in the sink nearby, but she said she would 
spray them off in the shower instead.
	I felt ridiculous lying on the floor in the women's changing room 
in just a diaper, so I stood up. Just so all the girls passing by 
wouldn't see my face, I turned around, figuring that they would enjoy 
getting a glimpse of my diapered butt, which they did, no doubt. Having 
no shirt on, my diaper was even more sure to draw attention to itself.
	A couple of the girls delivered some smart-assed remarks as they 
went by.
	"Hey, the boy's room is next door!" one of girls said rather 
loudly. The other girls seemed to not mind at all that I was in there, 
probably since I wasn't in the dressing room itself. Many of the girls 
seemed to think I looked cute in diapers. It turned out Mom was right 
when she told me that going around in diapers at the water park would 
get the girls to stare. I didn't count on it actually happening, 
though. I wasn't about to turn around to acknowledge any of the girls, 
either. One of them sounded a lot like Megan and I turned around to see 
if it was her. She even looked somewhat like Megan, but older and a 
little thinner with shorter hair. She giggled as she looked at me 
standing there in a diaper with what had to be a very embarrassed look 
on my face. She then turned around and pulled at the butt of her 
swimsuit, as many girls do as she walked out.
	Just before Lisa got back, a young mother with her child went up 
to one of the changing tables. The lady looked at me as I stood there 
awkwardly, but then she went about her business. I could tell that she 
wasn't able to ignore me.
	Lisa then came back with my swimming trunks.
	"Here, they're clean now, so put them on and let's go have some 
fun!"
	As I put my swimming trunks on they felt tighter and more secure. 
The Thickies diaper helped my swim trunks to fit better, so it made me 
glad that, after having been through all I had been through, that I 
ended up picking up a pair of swim trunks that was originally a tad 
loose. Tony had already changed into his swimming trunks. I could see 
that his Thickies diaper was bulging through the seat of his swimming 
trunks. His diaper was also showing well above his trunks. I asked Tony 
if he could see my diaper showing.
	"Most definitely," he said. I reached behind me to confirm this. 
About two inches of diaper was exposed.
	"What do you wanna go on?" Tony asked me.
	"Uhh, I don't know, I've only been on one so far," I said.
	"Which one?" he asked.
	"Blitzkrieg," I replied.
	"That's a fun one! Let's go on it!" Tony suggested. He started 
running towards it. It was at this point that I explained to Tony 
everything that had happened before he and Kara arrived. Tony started 
laughing a little when I told him that the entire slide had been shut 
down. He then apologized for laughing, knowing how I had felt about 
this.
	"I can't help it," Tony said. I had to admit that the situation 
was rather amusing, being that one small incident such as mine caused 
hundreds of people to go elsewhere throughout the park. I couldn't 
believe that I was now laughing at the situation myself.
	"It reminds me of that one time a kid let a mouse run loose in 
the cafeteria at school, and they had to shut the whole kitchen down, 
all because of a mouse!" Tony related to me as he was chuckling. "Funny 
how one little thing like that can create so much trouble for everybody 
else."
	"Let's meet in an hour and we'll have lunch," Lisa said as I 
split off with Tony. Tony and I went to the Bonsai, which was a pair of 
racing slides. We spent most of the hour here. My sliding ability 
seemed to be better, either because the Thickies diaper wasn't slowing 
me down like perhaps my other diaper did, or the physical properties of 
the slide itself were different than on the Blitzkrieg slide. Most of 
all, my diaper wasn't getting so full of water that it couldn't hold 
up. I had yet to find out how well it would actually work once I pooped 
in it. I asked Tony how well they worked.
	"You can't tell now, can you?" Tony said, acknowledging that his 
diaper was now dirty.
	"Not really, other than that you do stink now," I said to him.
	After Tony and I returned to meet the girls, we all ate some 
lunch and then relaxed in the pool for awhile. Tony kept his soiled 
Thickies diaper on. While sitting in the pool, I pooped my diaper and 
checked to see if it leaked. I was pleased to see that it was holding 
up.
	The Blitzkrieg had opened again and Tony and I decided to go on 
it, dirty diapers and all. While I still experienced a slowdown when I 
hit the halfway point, I was able to keep enough speed going that Tony 
didn't slam into me like Lisa did. I figured that my swim trunks were 
looser before and were causing me to drag. Later on in the day, 
however, when we had regrouped with the girls, Lisa slammed into him as 
the combination of gravity and Lisa's portliness gave her an advantage 
when it came to speed. Needless to say, she won every race on the 
Bonsai.
	I had hit just about every slide throughout the park by the time 
it was time to leave. In spite of being in a poopy diaper, I decided 
that it wasn't necessary for me to be changed out of it since I was 
going back to Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house right away to be 
diapered back into cloth. Aunt Sharon would have liked to have had the 
air conditioner running as she took us back, but she figured that she'd 
rather sweat it out than smell my stinky diaper. All in all, it turned 
out to be a fun day and I looked forward to coming back to the water 
park again. I made a mental note to myself to bring along some Thickies 
swim diapers next time, though.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 34
---------------------------

	The next couple of days at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house 
passed by without much incident. I stayed inside the house for much of 
the time in just my cloth diapers, while Lisa, Cindy and Suzy spent 
their time playing outside and taking horseback rides around the 
expansive pasture out back. They invited me to join them, but even with 
nobody around I didn't want to go outside and ride horses when all I 
had to wear were diapers. I asked Lisa and Cindy if they'd let me wear 
my swimming trunks just for this, but they refused, so this meant that 
I stayed indoors much of the time.
	I passed the time looking at the photo albums that Aunt Sharon 
and Uncle Allen had of our family gatherings. I enjoyed looking at all 
the ones where I was in just my diapers, virtually every picture of me 
that was taken since the Thanksgiving of over three years ago. I also 
did some writing, thinking up some more stories about other boys who 
wore diapers. I included a brief account of my experiences at the water 
park in my writings. By the time Mom and Dad came by to pick us up 
early Monday afternoon I had filled the remaining pages of my diaper 
story notebook with new stories, using a few of the remaining pages for 
sketches and drawings of the diapered boys in the stories. I looked 
forward to copying my writings to the computer when I got back home, as 
what I had written in the notebook was sloppy with several passages 
scribbled out as well as lines, arrows, and circles littering the 
pages.
	The only real highlight that occurred during my stay was when 
Suzy invited her friend Amanda over. Amanda lived almost a mile away, a 
next door neighbor to the people who lived out here away from town. I 
was embarrassed about her seeing me in diapers, especially in the 
Thickies, as Amanda was quick to note their size and bulk on me. She 
was also intrigued by the diaper monitoring device. I figured I would 
probably never see her again and it didn't really matter if she did see 
me in my diapers since Suzy had told Amanda about me, her diaper-
wearing cousin, and also showed her several pictures that Aunt Sharon 
had of me in their photo albums. Like most girls who had not been 
exposed to older boys wearing diapers, Amanda got grossed out when she 
saw how much poop there was underneath the thick plies of cloth that 
had been covering my butt and concealing the big mess and masking much 
of the stench. When offered to change me, Amanda declined. She did 
think I looked cute in the diapers, however, and when Lisa found my 
notebook of stories and drawings that I had been working on, she showed 
this to Cindy, who in turn passed it down to Suzy, who then showed 
Amanda. Amanda giggled when she looked at all the big, bulging diapers 
that I had drawn on the butts of several boys, many of them in the 
presence of girls who were depicted as their sisters.
	"I guess I'd have to be a boy to understand," Amanda said. Even 
when she asked me why I liked to wear diapers, she didn't understand my 
explanation that they felt good and I liked how they looked and that I 
enjoyed using them, too.
	"So you really like it when you pee and poop in your diapers?" 
Amanda said.
	"I like it," I said.
	"Eww!" Amanda replied. I took a perverse pleasure in grossing her 
out and telling her that I liked making messes in my diapers. Her visit 
to Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house that day gave me enough 
inspiration to work on a story about her babysitting me, and this kept 
me busy enough to keep working on the story that evening and into the 
following day.
	There was one other highlight that occurred over the Memorial Day 
weekend. Mom and Dad came back from Nevada to tell us that Dad won a 
fifteen thousand dollar progressive jackpot on one of the slot 
machines. We were all very excited upon receiving news of this, 
wondering what they would do with the money. Dad, being a stock broker, 
decided to invest a good portion of it in stocks, particularly in CKM 
Products, the manufacturer of the Thickies diapers. My parents also let 
Lisa, Cindy and I have $1000 each, but we had to save $500 of it. My 
parents also decided that having the extra windfall available, they 
would buy the diaper monitoring device that I was wearing, knowing that 
Lisa and Cindy got a kick out of using it as well as the fact that I 
enjoyed having it on me, seeing how much I peed and pooped each day.

***

	The remainder of the school year passed without much incident. 
Tony and I did, however, get the satisfaction of seeing Steve and Chuck 
get their comeuppance for what they did to us on the playground 
recently. They both were sent to school wearing diapers! This lasted 
from the Tuesday following Memorial Day to the end of the school year. 
We couldn't believe it! Tony and I found out about it on recess when we 
heard a familiar crinkling sound inside their pants. We couldn't get 
much information out of them and neither one of them was saying 
anything to us when we asked them questions. They just told us to shut 
the hell up and shove it up our ass (as if Tony and I shared the same 
ass). In any case, this sort of punishment had subdued them 
considerably and they stayed away from Tony and me. I did find out, 
however, that they only wore the diapers to school and were watched 
closely by their teachers and the nurse to ensure that they didn't 
cheat and try to take the diapers off. I knew that they hated wearing 
the diapers. As far as I knew, they only peed in them and apparently 
must have avoided pooping in them and held it all day until they got 
home.
	I was also able to determine that they were wearing Depends as I 
saw them showing above their pants one day during recess when they both 
bent over.
	"How lame," I said to Tony after finding this out. "I was hoping 
they'd have to wear Thickies."
	"Yeah, but then we wouldn't want assholes like that to ruin such 
a good name as Thickies by having to wear their diapers."
	"You're right about that," I said to Tony. "Leave the Thickies to 
us real diaper boys to wear!"
	Because Chuck and Steve left us alone, it seemed that the other 
kids were leaving us alone, too. Of course there were those who had to 
get in a few last licks before the school year was over, knowing that 
they'd have to wait three months again to tease Tony and me about our 
diapers. Knowing that the end of my days as an elementary school 
student were drawing to a close as I would be leaving the sixth grade, 
I felt somewhat emotional about this. It wasn't the kids as most of 
them could go eat a poopy diaper for all I cared, but it was some of my 
teachers whom I would miss. The last day of school was pretty much an 
all-day recess (half a day). About all we did was turn in our 
textbooks, clean out our desks and gather all of our belongings to take 
back home with us. I went around to say goodbye to my former teachers 
as well as Mrs. Stevenson, of course, who was sad to see me go; she was 
even shedding a couple tears, trying her best to hold them back. My 
kindergarten teacher, Miss Reed, and my first grade teacher, Mrs. 
Oliver, were no longer there. I did, however, get a chance to say 
goodbye to Mrs. Cray, my second grade teacher, whom I liked in spite of 
a few run-ins with her. Mrs. Buxley, my third grade teacher, was okay, 
although she seemed to have a hard time adjusting to me wearing diapers 
in her classroom that year and had a harder time getting her class to 
behave because of this. Still, she, too, deserved a final goodbye. Mr. 
Lawrence, my fourth grade teacher was really cool, so I made sure to 
see him before I left. I didn't care much for Mrs. Sterm, my fifth 
grade teacher, so I didn't bother to say goodbye to her.
	Perhaps the most difficult person to part with was Mrs. Fisher, 
the nurse whom had changed my diapers so many times over the course of 
the last four school years. It never occurred to me until now that I 
never called her by her name. Our visits were usually brief, but I knew 
that her role during my years in elementary school was just as 
important as that of any teacher.
	Since I only knew a few classmates beyond Tony and Bryce on a 
friendly basis, I didn't have very many of them to say goodbye to. 
Besides, we would all meet again in junior high next year anyway. A few 
of them were moving over the summer, but I didn't care enough about 
them to say goodbye to them. Megan came up to me and gave me a big hug 
and wished me a fun summer.
	"Stop by and see me sometime, okay?" she said.
	"I will," I said to her before she ran back to her friends.
	The final bell rang and school was officially out for the summer! 
Tony and I were very excited that day, knowing that we each had three 
months of summer fun ahead of us. We had a sleepover at my place that 
night. He helped me get my stories that I wrote at Aunt Sharon's and 
Uncle Allen's house typed into the computer. He read them off to me 
while I typed them. In doing this, we had to take a couple of "breaks" 
from the typing, relieving our boy feelings by going into my room and 
jerking off in front of each other. As Lisa and Cindy were each out 
with their friends that night we didn't have to worry about them 
pestering us or barging in while we looked at each other's diapered 
butts and used this as a visual aid.
	Both Tony and I had our minds on the possibility of spending part 
of our summer in California doing commercials and print advertisements 
for Thickies diapers. We watched the mock diaper commercials that had 
been done. In fact, we even did one ourselves without the aid of Lisa 
or Cindy. All night we talked about it as the following Saturday would 
be when we would each be interviewed and auditioned at the Kidz Klothez 
store where representatives would be present.
	The thirty-day testing period for the Thickies diapers had ended, 
but not before Lisa and Cindy made good on their wishes to see just how 
long and how high up they could get the diaper meter to read. They 
waited until the last day to do this, too. I ended up spending that 
entire day without ever being changed, and Lisa and Cindy had me 
drinking extra fluids and eating foods that caused me to poop more. I 
was diapered into an unprecedented triple set of Thickies diapers for 
this, too. While I loved wearing the very thick diapers all day long, I 
must say that I was glad to finally get changed that night, and so were 
Lisa and Cindy as I was really getting to smell very ripe. I was 
allowed to clean up in the shower before going to bed.
	The data that had been tracked on my usage of the diapers was 
officially ready to go. Instead of mailing it in and awaiting the 
results, it was to be taken in to the store where it would be entered 
into a computer and analyzed while we were interviewed. Just for the 
sake of posterity and having a record of the information, Lisa had been 
keeping track of the data on the computer just like she did before. It 
was complete with charts and graphs, which I thought was interesting, 
especially seeing how on some days I wet and messed in my diapers 
significantly more than on others. The lines that showed the varying 
volumes of pee and poop--appropriately colored yellow and brown, 
respectively-- peaked during a couple days when my bowels were 
especially frequent and runny and I peed more that day, too. Since we 
were going to keep the monitoring device anyway, Lisa and Cindy both 
thought that it would be fun to continue tracking my daily diaper usage 
on the computer. I thought it would be interesting, too, to see how 
much pee and poop I could produce after awhile.
	The night before Tony and I were to be auditioned, Tony had a 
sleepover at my house. We had to be at the Kidz Klothez store by 8:00 
that Saturday morning and we felt that with as anxious and as excited 
as we were, neither of us would sleep anyway, and we didn't, at least 
not very much. This was evidenced by each of us waking up tired. We 
hoped that this would not affect our abilities to perform during the 
auditions. I think I was in better shape than Tony was since he nearly 
fell asleep while Cindy changed his diapers that morning.
	There was one thing that I hadn't considered before going in to 
the auditions. I didn't know if I was expecting to be wearing the 
Thickies diapers upon showing up. For Tony this wasn't a problem as he 
had some shorts that would fit over his disposable Thickies. As I was 
designated as a tester for the much thicker cloth version, I didn't 
have anything that would fit over my diapers, being patently designed 
as they were to be very thick and purposely prohibitive to the wearing 
of outer clothing. I asked Lisa what she thought I should do when she 
was taking off my soiled diapers from the night before.
	"Well, I could put all the clean Thickies on you, that way you 
could wear my pants over them since they'd fit then," Lisa said. She 
said it in a deadpan, serious sort of way that I thought she meant it. 
Lisa had a waist of 48 inches according to the label on the back of her 
Levi's. This would have meant adding a circumference of 22 inches to my 
waist with the use of diapers, and while the remaining supply of clean 
Thickies would have achieved this and then some, I felt that this was a 
tad bit excessive. As I pondered this, Lisa saw me entrenched in 
thought.
	"You thought I was serious?" Lisa asked me, her straight face now 
having become one of laughter and amusement. She then turned around and 
looked over her shoulder at me as I lay there naked with a hard-on as I 
thought about actually wearing enough diapers to achieve a waist 
measurement equivalent to that of Lisa's.
	"It takes a lot of butt to fill these jeans, you know," Lisa said 
as she pointed out to me her big ass. "Even I wouldn't make you wear 
enough diapers to make your ass big enough so that my jeans would fit 
you."
	I was relieved that Lisa didn't really intend to make me walk 
into the mall wearing most of my Thickies at once, though I was 
enjoying the fantasy very much. It was nice to know that, with as much 
as I had actually experienced with wearing diapers, there was still 
room for me to think of such fantasies.
	I still didn't know what Lisa planned to do. At the last minute 
it was decided that I could wear one of Tony's disposable Thickies 
diapers to the auditions and then wear my swim trunks over them. For 
one, I'd still be wearing a product that represented the company, 
fearing that to show up in anything other than a Thickies diaper would 
reduce my chances of being selected in the auditions. As for wearing my 
swim trunks, they didn't look very different than regular shorts.
	We stopped at McDonald's for a quick breakfast on the way to the 
mall, but even this didn't kill very much time. We ended up getting to 
the mall fifteen minutes earlier than what we had been told, seeing 
only a few cars up close to the mall's side entrance, indicating that 
these may have been from the others who were waiting at the Kidz 
Klothez store. We then walked into the mall, seeing that all the stores 
still had their gates down with employees inside of each of them 
preparing for the expected busy Saturday throngs of shoppers.
	Tony and I were thinking that we would be the only ones there 
when we got to the Kidz Klothez store, but we were surprised to see 
that there were other kids and their parents already waiting. 
Apparently they were all just as anxious as we were and they didn't 
want to show up late, either. Others showed up behind us, waiting for 
the gate at Kidz Klothez to be opened so that we could go inside.
	As I looked around, I saw mostly mothers, but a few fathers as 
well. The kids were boys and girls alike-- about a two thirds of them 
boys, ranging from toddlers to older teens. There were a couple babies, 
too, but I didn't count them. This got me to thinking if all of the 
toddler-aged kids and older were here for the auditions. Then, seeing 
that Lisa and Cindy were with us, I realized that a lot of the kids 
were probably brothers and sisters tagging along, perhaps to give moral 
support to their own brothers and, if any girls were also being 
auditioned, their sisters, though Tony and I chose to perish the 
thought of the latter possibility. I knew one of the girls was not 
being auditioned as she went around saying, "I'm not here for the 
auditions, this is for my brother!" Tony and I each enjoyed knowing 
that there was at least one other boy among us who had a sister who saw 
him in diapers all the time.
	While Lisa and Cindy said that they came along just because they 
just wanted to see me do an advertising audition in my diapers, I 
figured they wanted to give their little brother some moral support as 
well but didn't readily admit to it. Being that we were at the mall, my 
sisters probably had an ulterior motive to come along so that they 
could get in some shopping since they each now had $500 burning holes 
in their pockets.
	The time seemed to pass slowly. The stores themselves weren't 
even to open until 9:00 and it was only approaching 8:00. To get an 
estimate of how many kids would be auditioned, I counted the number of 
adults. Seeing that most of them were carrying the data sheets with 
them, this made it easier to determine how many of us were going to be 
auditioned. Many of them were also carrying their monitoring devices. 
Tony and I agreed that there were about a dozen kids waiting to be 
auditioned.
	It was 8:00 and by this time the smaller kids were starting to 
get antsy and everyone else wondered what was going to happen. I looked 
around to see if I recognized anyone from school. I did see a boy who I 
remembered seeing at school, having seen him coming and going from the 
nurse's office a couple times. Tony and I also watched a girl who 
looked to be about nine or ten go with an older boy to the nearby 
restrooms. The boy was carrying a very thick diaper; it had to be a 
Thickies disposable for sure. Tony and I thought for sure that we had 
finally seen the exception to the "rule" on which we both agreed that 
diapers were for boys only. It appeared that the older boy was 
escorting the younger girl to the restroom, especially as in my 
experiences, the diaper-er, not the diaper-ee, usually carried the 
diaper.
	Seeing this particular sighting really seemed to throw cold water 
on what Tony and I had always believed was a virtually unexceptionable 
notion. Just before entering one of the restrooms, the girl pulled back 
on the boy's shorts, appearing to check his diaper. This was followed 
by watching the girl open the door to the women's restroom to lead the 
boy into it with her. Tony and I then high-fived each other and took 
great delight in seeing that once again, the boys prevailed, and our 
strongly held assertion about boys and diapers remained untainted.
	To further corroborate mine and Tony's reasonably safe conclusion 
that the boy was the diapered one between him and the girl, the boy 
left from the restroom while the girl was still in there. We figured 
she had to wash her hands and perhaps, unlike her older brother, use 
the toilet. Being that Tony and I were too distracted by the 
possibility that the expected roles of the brother and sister were 
reversed, neither of us thought to look at the boy's bottom upon going 
to the restroom. As he walked past us to return to his mother, the 
diaper bulging out from the back of his shorts was not only visually 
obvious, but we could hear it crinkling as well. His mother also 
examined his diaper when the boy went up to his mother.
	Finally, someone appeared behind the gate in front of the store. 
It was Linda, the same lady who had come to my house to give me my 
supply of Thickies diapers. Everyone else seemed to recognize her.
	"Good morning!" she greeted everyone behind the gate. The store's 
owner was getting the gate unlocked and raised to let everyone in, 
though he didn't seem to be as enthused about this gathering as the 
rest of us were.
	"Is everybody here for the CKM Products auditions?" Linda asked 
the group. A round of "yeah's" came from the crowd.
	"Okay, good," Linda said. "I think most of you have met me 
already. In case you haven't, let me introduce myself. My name is Linda 
White and I represent CKM Products and its newly created Thickies 
diapers division. Does everybody have their tracking forms and their 
monitoring devices with them?"
	"Oh shoot, I knew we'd forget it!" I heard one boy saying to his 
mother.
	"That's okay, if you forgot yours, just bring it by here before 
the store closes since we'll be here all day," Linda assured those who 
neglected to bring theirs. "But you will need your tracking form in 
order to be auditioned, however," Linda added. It seemed that everyone 
knew to bring this.
	After the introduction, we were let inside the store and offered 
coffee, orange juice, milk, chocolate milk and donuts which had been 
provided. Linda then took a roll call to find out who was all there. 
Upon calling out each name, she approached the kid who was testing the 
diapers a nametag that was pinned onto his shirt.
	"Chris Barrett," Linda called out. With this I raised my hand. 
Linda came up to me and handed me a nametag. It was actually a business 
card for CKM Products with my name and a number written at the bottom. 
Tony and I watched to see who was getting a name tag pinned to his 
shirt by Linda. She distributed thirteen tags total, all of them to 
boys, which pleased both Tony and me. Linda then told all the 
candidates to come forward and meet with her.
	"I see we have all boys here," Linda said as she smiled and noted 
that we were, in fact, all boys. "Well, I suppose that's to be 
expected." The girls in the group all laughed and seemed to be 
satisfied with this as Linda made the remark. "That'll just make it 
easier for all of you to get comfortable being around each other in 
diapers," Linda said.
	Next, Linda asked each of us to introduce ourselves and our 
families. She also encouraged us to explain why we wear diapers, but 
emphasized that we didn't need to disclose such information if we chose 
not to. To ease such inhibitions, Linda reminded us that everyone in 
the group, including all other family members who were present, were 
accustomed to diapers worn by an older child in their households and 
there was no need to feel ashamed or bashful. To get everyone warmed 
up, Linda had her own son with her and he introduced himself and 
explained his needs as well as his desires to wear diapers. What made 
this even better was that all he had on was a well-fitted Thickies 
cloth diaper and a shirt with the Thickies logo on it. He seemed quite 
proud to tell us all about the diapers that he wore. It gave me a hard-
on listening to him describe the diapers in such detail, and I had a 
good feeling that Tony and perhaps all the other boys were aroused by 
hearing him talk, too, not to mention how he was dressed.
	When Linda asked me to introduce myself I became very nervous. In 
fact, I wet my diaper as I stood before the small crowd to tell them 
about my wearing diapers. Having my voice cracking because of puberty's 
onset didn't help matters much, either.
	"My name is Chris Barrett," I started and then I introduced my 
family. "And uh, well, I wear diapers," I then said, realizing how 
silly I sounded. I paused for a moment, wondering if I should tell 
everyone why I wore diapers. The first kid said he had spina bifida and 
the second one said he was a frequent bedwetter. The third one said he 
had encopresis, so their reasons sounded more legitimate than mine. I 
knew that if I didn't take this opportunity to tell the others why I 
wore diapers, I would probably wish that I had, so with this, I went 
ahead and bit the bullet, sweating a few such bullets in the process.
	"I wear them because, uhh, well, I started having accidents, well 
sort of, and then, it was just decided that I should wear diapers, 
which I liked wearing, and then I got to where I had to wear diapers 
all the time because of not using the toilet."
	This is about all I said. I was shaking and trembling, feeling 
like I was either going to shit or throw up from being so nervous. 
Linda helped to make me feel at ease, explaining that not everyone here 
was wearing diapers because of a specific medical condition.
	"You did good, Chris," Tony assured me as he whispered. As he was 
standing next to me, it was his turn to introduce himself. He delivered 
his explanation more smoothly than I did. It then occurred to me that 
perhaps the purpose of this introduction was for them to find out how 
calm and poised we would be when standing before a camera, lights and a 
crew. Taking this into consideration, I thought for sure I had bombed 
out. Given that most of the kids were nervous, maybe I wasn't so bad 
off after all. Tony seemed to be the most confident among all of us, so 
I had a feeling his chances were looking better than anyone else's.
	After everyone introduced themselves we were all briefed on what 
would happen for anyone who was selected to make an appearance in a 
commercial and serve as a representative for the Thickies diapers. 
Linda then explained the screening procedure. She also emphasized that 
each candidate was considered solely on his own performance and that he 
would not be compared to others initially. Only if there were more than 
enough eligible candidates would some be eliminated based on how their 
performance compares to others. We were also told that perhaps nobody 
from the entire group would be chosen. Most of all, Linda emphasized 
that we would be notified by mail and not to call.
	"I repeat, do not call the company or call me," Linda reiterated. 
"I do not determine who is or isn't eligible."
	Linda then explained that each of us would be auditioned one at a 
time and the names would be called in alphabetical order by last name. 
The numbers on our cards determined the order. I was number two. Tony, 
however, was number eleven. Linda explained that the numbers would 
allow the parents and other family members to estimate the time at 
which their child would be auditioned and that each one was expected to 
take from ten to fifteen minutes.
	"Can Lisa and me go shopping?" Cindy asked my Mom, knowing that 
with having to wait on Tony, we would be here awhile. "The stores are 
about to open."
	"Sure," Mom said. "Just don't spend your money in one place. In 
fact, I'd rather you didn't spend it all at once." With this, Mom 
talked Lisa and Cindy each into handing over three hundred of their 
five hundred dollars for Mom to withhold, which still left them each 
with a substantial amount to spend.
	"Check back here by 11:00 or so," Mom said. "Then we'll go have 
lunch if Tony's done by that time."
	Finally, the auditioning process had begun and all thirteen of us 
were taken to the back of the store and out of the way of shoppers as 
it was about to open for business. Linda then collected the tracking 
forms as well as most of the monitoring devices. Mom explained that 
they decided to keep the unit if they were allowed to do so. With this, 
Mom and Dad's deposit check was retained and the monitoring device was 
now mine to keep.
	Linda mentioned that she would come back out to the front of the 
store and be available to answer parents' questions. Linda also said 
she would be on hand to give out product literature and to answer other 
customers' questions about the Thickies diapers as they were officially 
being introduced on this day, but they were not yet made available for 
sale.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 35
---------------------------

	Linda told all the waiting parents and that she would be gone for 
about an hour while she got all of us boys prepared for the audition 
and to give us an orientation. She then herded all thirteen of us into 
the back of the store. We were situated in a corner of the storage 
room, which itself wasn't very big. Chairs had been provided for us to 
sit in while we waited for our names to be called. Cookies and punch 
were also available. I looked around and saw that a there were a couple 
home video cameras on tripods and lights set up as well as a large 
plain white board with the "Thickies" logo pasted onto it. Below this 
was the corporate logo for CKM Products, Inc. Linda explained what each 
of us would be doing for the audition. We would each be interviewed and 
given a chance to strut our stuff before the camera. It all seemed so 
real, as if perhaps we had already made it to the big finale, but Linda 
was quick to remind us that this was only an audition and that our 
performance before the camera was not going to be what would appear in 
any of the commercials or print ads, but instead to be used for 
evaluation purposes.
	Never before had I been among so many other boys who were also 
wearing diapers as Tony and I were joined by twelve other diapered boys 
in the small backroom of the store, one of them being Linda's son, who 
wasn't eligible to participate; the other eleven boys were eligible 
candidates. As the small room didn't have a lot of ventilation, the 
odors from everyone's wet and/or dirty diapers quickly began to fill 
the air. The bright lights shining on the makeshift stage made the room 
feel even warmer and stuffier.
	"Well, I'm quite sure that some of you could use a diaper change 
about now," Linda said as she was also well aware of the smell of wet 
and dirty diapers, which she was surely used to smelling from her own 
son.
	"Not to worry, you'll all be changed into the Thickies diapers 
right away. I will put your diapers on for you. If you're shy about me 
doing this, just remember that I have a son and I change his diapers 
all the time, and he's just the same as you all are underneath."
	With this, everyone looked at Linda's son, still in just diapers 
of course, who was standing next to her while she stood before us and 
talked. He didn't seem to mind that Linda was using him as an example 
for everyone to not be afraid to let Linda see us all naked and also 
likely in a sexually aroused state.
	One at a time, Linda called us into a makeshift booth that had 
been partitioned off at the side of the room, which used nothing more 
than a set of drapes that had been suspended from the ceiling and went 
to the floor. This is where Linda changed everyone into the Thickies 
diapers. As I was second in the order of the list, I was called in 
after the first boy went. He came back out wearing only a Thickies 
disposable and a T-shirt with the Thickies logo on it. He looked like 
he was seven years old, but his diaper looked thicker because his body 
was smaller and that the diaper was bigger and thicker on him 
proportionally. He seemed nervous as he was the first to appear before 
everyone in just his diaper. His name tag had also been re-affixed to 
his shirt.
	Next came my turn. I went into the booth and Linda told me to 
strip down to my diaper and to take everything else off, including my 
shirt and my socks. She put these clothes in a bag that had already 
been tagged with my name on it.
	"You're wearing a Thickies disposable, I see," she said. "I 
thought you were testing for the cloth diapers."
	"I was," I said. "I got this diaper from my friend Tony, who's 
also out there."
	"Ahh yes, so you and Tony know each other, that's right," Linda 
said as she tried to put me at ease, understanding my nervousness, 
especially as I was naked except for a wet diaper.
	Linda then had me lie down on a small pad, where she knelt down 
and took the diaper off of me. I felt my face turn red as she pulled 
the diaper away and released my penis from its confinement as it 
suddenly sprang up.
	"No need to be embarrassed, Chris, that's a natural thing for 
boys and it's to be expected," Linda said with a smile, trying to sound 
as professional as possible. She then wiped me dry and then she 
powdered me up thoroughly. Next, she pulled out a brand new Thickies 
diaper. Seeing that my own Thickies diapers had already lost some of 
their pure whiteness, I enjoyed looking at the brand new Thickies cloth 
diaper that Linda was about to put on me.
	"Am I just, you know, borrowing this diaper?" I asked Linda.
	"No, no, you get to keep it and the plastic pants," Linda said. 
'How about that? You get a free diaper out of doing this!"
	"What about the kids who are wearing disposables?" I asked.
	"They'll get a couple free packages of diapers when they leave," 
Linda said. "The retail value of each is about the same."
	Linda then had the diaper and plastic pants snugly on me in just 
a few seconds. It seemed that she had acquired the same speed and skill 
as my sister did by having changed her son's diapers a few thousand 
times over the years. Linda then handed me a T-shirt and a pair of 
plain white socks, both of which she said were also mine to keep. She 
then put my name tag on my new shirt.
	As I left the booth I was expecting Linda to pat me on the butt. 
I had gotten so used to getting my butt patted by everyone who changed 
my diapers-- Lisa, Cindy, Betty, Gina, Suzy, Megan, even my Mom-- that 
now I noticed it when it wasn't done. I even paused for a moment, as if 
I were wanting to give Linda the chance to pat me on the butt.
	"Go ahead, Chris," Linda said. "All of you boys will be in just 
your diapers shortly."
	As I sat next to Tony, we watched as the boys were all called 
into the booth, each of them going in wearing their pants or shorts and 
whatever shirt they had on, only to come back out of it in a Thickies 
shirt, the standard issue white socks, and of course, a Thickies diaper 
in full view. By the time the tenth boy had been changed, there were 
seven boys in disposable diapers and three in cloth, including me. One 
of the other cloth diaper boys was the one who Tony and I watched being 
escorted to the ladies' room by his little sister. I enjoyed thinking 
about how she probably got as much pleasure from diapering her big 
brother as Lisa and Cindy got from diapering me with cloth diapers at 
home. Tony was then called in. By this time over a half hour had passed 
that I had sat there in just a diaper and a T-shirt. I knew that the 
punch I drank would be in my diaper before too long, and very likely 
I'd be pooping in the diaper, too, before the auditions were over.
	Tony then emerged from the booth wearing just a disposable diaper 
and the rest of the ensemble.
	"You should see the pile of wet and dirty diapers in there!" Tony 
whispered to me as he sat down next to me. I figured that, being 
preceded by ten boys, that there had to have been an impressive, not to 
mention smelly pile of used diapers in the bucket where Linda had been 
disposing of everyone's diapers.
	Finally, all thirteen of us were diapered. I was glad to see that 
the last two behind Tony were both cloth diaper wearers, which even 
things out a little, with five of us in cloth versus eight in 
disposables. I felt that with fewer cloth diaper wearers in the group, 
I had a better chance at being chosen. Linda then spoke to us again.
	"Well, I hope that this has helped to put you all at ease since 
you're all dressed the same now," Linda said with a smile. She then 
told us to all stand up and let everyone see each other wearing their 
diapers. I felt like I was in heaven now, and the sight of four 
diapered butts in the row in front of me made me get an instant hard-
on. I looked around to see if anyone else was affected like me. I could 
barely see a tent in the front of Tony's diaper. The boy next to me, 
who looked to be about our age, perhaps a little older and therefore, 
more developed, was also showing some visible signs of arousal. The 
other boys were either probably too undeveloped to produce such 
erections or they were in the cloth diapers which were too thick to 
allow a boner to show through. As there was one more row of chairs 
behind us, I wanted to give the boy sitting behind me a good chance to 
look at my diapered butt knowing that he would probably enjoy it, so I 
slowly sat back down and stuck my butt towards him. The boy in front of 
me seemed to do the same.
	"This is about what things will be like during the taping and 
photo shoots," Linda said, explaining that the environment that we were 
in was somewhat similar to what we could expect. Linda told us a couple 
more things and then she concluded by asking us if we had any 
questions. One kid stood up.
	"Yeah, why are you guys going through all of this just to find 
kids who will wear diapers for your commercials? I mean, there's been 
the surveys, the samples, the tracking sheets, the diaper device 
thingies, and all of us being here and stuff?" This was asked by a 
nine-year-old-looking boy.
	"Well, that is a very good question and I'm glad that you brought 
that up, Brian," Linda said as she read his name tag. "Because I want 
to explain to all of you what our purpose is at CKM Products, which was 
what I was getting to next."
	"Our company is doing more than just selling diapers," Linda said 
as she began a long spiel to explain the company's ultimate goal.
	"We want to establish and develop an organization that promotes 
the use of diapers for kids who want to wear diapers or need to wear 
diapers, and we also want to help you kids gain the understanding and 
the respect from others because of your feelings. We know that there 
are kids like you, but they have been mostly ignored, or they have been 
shunned or ridiculed by their peers. A lot of them have to keep it a 
secret from everyone, including their most trusted friends. These kids 
grow up to become adults, of course, and if some of them are lucky, it 
is then that they discover that there are other people like them, but 
only after their childhood has passed them by and they have kept this 
whole thing a secret. Many of them wish they had known about others 
like them when they were kids, only to feel that their childhood years 
were squandered.
	"There are some organizations that cater to adults in this 
aspect. There aren't any organizations like this for children, however, 
and what we want to do is to make these children feel better about 
themselves and to understand that they are not alone. We don't feel 
that they should have to wait until they are adults to realize that 
it's okay to find diapers fun to wear. You see, very few people seem to 
even know that kids like you exist, that you want to wear diapers, or 
that some of you have to wear them, and those of you who are here have 
obviously succeeded in getting your families to comply with your 
wishes, if you don't already wear them for a medical reason. There are 
many more out there who have not been so fortunate. There are a lot of 
kids who wet their beds or they soil their pants, completely unaware of 
the fact that they could be wearing diapers to deal with their 
problems. Likewise, there are lots of kids out there who wish they 
could wear diapers, but couldn't. If we can at least get the message 
out to parents that there is a need and a market for older kids-- I say 
kids, but it's mostly boys-- who want to wear diapers. Likewise, we 
want our message to reach kids-- again, mostly boys-- like you who need 
to know that they are not alone and that diapers exist for their very 
desires.
	"We will be using the marketing and the sales of our diapers in 
order to help build this organization, which is a goal we are very 
ambitious to attain. We felt that this was the best way to find kids 
like you, and so far, we have had thousands of kids express an interest 
in the Thickies diapers. We had over a hundred surveys just from this 
area alone sent to our headquarters. We know that those of you who like 
to wear diapers like them to be very thick and big, in order to attract 
our intended market. This is why we designed them to be this way, hence 
the name "Thickies." From these buyers of our products, we plan to 
encourage these kids to become members of our organization. The reason 
we have chosen to visit several other cities is to establish a regional 
presence here in the western U.S. which we plan to expand to other 
parts of the country and eventually, the world. Anyone who meets the 
criteria for it can start his own chapter, or club, to represent this 
organization, no matter where he lives. We expect numerous clubs to 
branch out from each city we visit and expand into other communities. 
This means that you won't all have to go to California to participate 
in the organization's numerous planned activities."
	This was really sounding like it was going to be interesting and 
I looked forward to becoming a part of this organization and hoping 
that it would be established successfully. Tony was also very 
interested in it. We could hear the other boys talking amongst 
themselves about it, too, and Linda was pleased with the level of 
interest that this had generated. Linda's explanation of the company's 
purpose invited several more questions, such as if everyone would still 
be eligible for membership.
	"Yes, of course. You don't even have to wear Thickies diapers," 
she added. "We use the product as a way to find people who would be 
interested in joining the organization. We will also offer discounts 
and other promotions for Thickies diapers that will only be available 
to members."
	"Are you guys selling other things as well?" another kid asked.
	"Oh yes, CKM Products is an established manufacturer of 
children's wear, mostly boys' fashions," she added. "Kidz Klothez is 
our top reseller, which is why we chose them as a meeting place. We've 
been selling these items for the last year or so and the company is 
enjoying a very successful fiscal year."
	"So why are you doing the commercial auditions?" Tony asked.
	"That was another method we chose to use in order to measure how 
much interest people would have in our products," Linda said. "We 
wanted to make sure that those who were going to be advertising our 
products would be genuinely interested, which of course, all of you 
are."
	It seemed like just about everyone had a question for Linda. I 
had been hesitant to ask mine, however.
	"What about those of us who have to wear diapers?" the boy asked. 
"You talk about all the kids who want to wear diapers, but some of us 
have to wear them."
	"I'm glad you mentioned that," Linda said. "Our organization 
plans to address your needs as well, to provide a support structure for 
kids who have incontinence problems. So we're not all here just to 
gather up all the kids who would rather wear diapers, but to bring you 
all together so that you can share each other's feelings about wearing 
diapers."
	Linda then told us that she had to get back out to the sales 
floor to be available to the waiting parents and so that she could get 
the auditions going. She took one more question, however, which was 
mine. I decided that I'd better use this opportunity now. In other 
words, speak now or forever hold my peace.
	"So, did only boys sign up for this?" I asked. I didn't want to 
hear Linda tell me that there were girls interested in it, too, which 
was why I was hesitant to ask, but on the other hand, I just had to 
know so I could settle this nagging curiosity.
	"As expected, almost every questionnaire we received came from 
boys, but the margin was even higher than we anticipated, so high, in 
fact, that we decided at that point to focus our marketing entirely 
towards boys, as well designating the club exclusively for boys, so 
only boys were chosen for the auditions," Linda explained. "We also 
decided that boys would make better models for the diaper advertising 
since we plan to do some shirtless scenes, in which only boys could be 
shown. This will allow the diapers to call more attention to themselves 
in the ads by not having the boy modeling with a shirt on to detract 
from the diapers. Of course several of the ads will also show boys 
wearing shirts and socks, too."
	Finally, Linda introduced us to the staff members who would be 
conducting the auditions. She then handed us some questionnaires and 
some big booklets that discussed in detail the organization that she 
had been explaining to us. She then took one more question, from me.
	"What's this organization going to be called?" Tony asked.
	"On the last page of the booklet you will see a sheet that 
describes how the organization will be named. You can submit your own 
suggestion. The CKM staff will then vote on which ones they like the 
best and then they will let you guys vote on the final ones. The one 
with the most votes will become the name of the organization."
	Things were running behind schedule and I could tell that there 
were several wet and pooped-in diapers in the room. The wetness stripes 
on Tony's diaper had indicated that he had wet. Tony and I filled out 
our questionnaires, which asked us several questions regarding the 
Thickies diapers. The first kid had already been interviewed and was 
now being auditioned. While waiting, I took a dump in my diapers. I 
farted loudly and I began to stink, though I knew I wasn't the first 
one among us to do this. I expected to sit there and watch him, but 
then I heard my name.
	"Chris Barrett," the man hollered, holding a clipboard. I 
approached him and he led me into the same booth that Linda had used 
for changing our diapers. He then began interviewing me.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 36
---------------------------

	"Good luck, Chris," Tony whispered to me as I was called into the 
booth. The first kid ahead of me had been sent out to appear on the 
small makeshift stage before the cameras. As I went into the booth I 
was greeted by a gentleman who was dressed very casually, wearing jeans 
and a polo shirt with the CKM logo embroidered onto it. Had he been 
wearing a suit I would have likely been more nervous, and I imagined 
this is why the staff was not in suits. The bright lights and the 
smallness of the room made it hot and stuffy, too.
	The man introduced himself as Tom Collins and told me that I 
could call him Tom or Mr. Collins, whichever I was comfortable with. 
Tom shook my hand and told me to sit down in the chair. He had my 
original survey and questionnaire before him as well as the results of 
my diaper usage survey while I was in the Thickies diapers. Apparently 
Tom had keyed in this information on his notebook computer that was 
also on the table. He started a tape recorder and he began to ask me 
some questions from a prepared list. The first few questions were 
related to why I wore diapers. Before I answered, I asked Tom if my 
reason had to be medical.
	"Oh, no, not at all," he said to assure me."
	"Well, it is sort of medical now," I said. I then paused.
	"Please do explain," Tom prompted me, getting me to relax.
	"I started wearing diapers when I was eight years old because I 
kept pooping in my underwear, and I did this because I wanted to wear 
diapers, and sometimes I would put on several pairs of underwear-- 
sometimes a lot-- at a time since this seemed like a good diaper. Well, 
one thing led to another and, after getting caught one last time, my 
parents decided that I was going to wear diapers permanently. Well, 
I've been in diapers ever since, and because of this, I now wet and 
mess without as much control as I used to have. In fact, it seems that 
I have very little control."
	I knew that every word I spoke was being recorded and I hoped 
that I didn't sound stupid. Now that I had gotten this far into it, I 
didn't want to lose out on my chance to be chosen to appear in 
advertising for Thickies diapers.
	"Tell us what you like about wearing diapers," Tom asked me. I 
felt more at ease now and I explained how I liked the way diapers 
looked on me as well as on other boys, but only boys, and I liked how 
they felt on me and how I felt after I used them. Tom was nodding as I 
spoke, apparently enjoying listening to my short explanation, which 
could have been much longer if I were allocated more than one minute to 
cover it all. I concluded by saying that I liked it when my sisters and 
other girls changed my diapers because of all the attention they gave 
me during changes as well as when I was going around the house in 
diapers.
	"Very good," Tom said as he told me that my one minute for this 
question was up. He asked me a few more simple questions and then told 
me a few things about the company's purpose for all of this pre-
screening, basically reiterating what Linda had told us as a group.
	"We don't only want to find the best candidate to appear in our 
advertising for our products, but we want to find someone who will 
represent our proposed organization as well, and of course, it would be 
remiss not to use someone that has used our products with positive 
feedback, and even if you aren't chosen to appear in the advertising, 
you are most certainly qualified to be a member of the organization and 
even start your own group should you choose to do so, and with as much 
as you have told me about how much you enjoy wearing diapers and how 
you got to this stage in your life, I'd say you'd be a prime candidate 
to represent your age group for this region."
	"You mean that, Mr. Collins, er, Tom?" I asked Tom.
	"'Tom' works for me just fine," he assured me.
	"Can I ask you one more thing, uh Tom?" I asked him.
	"Sure, we have a little time still," he said.
	"Why wasn't the organization mentioned before? I mean, I really 
thought that this was only going to be something where I might get 
chosen to appear in a commercial."
	"Well, Chris, a lot of parents and the general public for that 
matter, would not understand our purpose for the organization that we 
are proposing, and it explains this in your booklet, too, so you'll 
probably want to read that after you're done. Just to summarize, there 
is a lot of stigma associated with older kids who wear diapers and we 
wanted to establish an organized group of kids like you who wear 
diapers for whatever reason. Our company's founder has a very 
interesting story, which you will also find in your booklet. He knows 
what it's like for kids to go through their lives without any guidance 
or support. Being that he started a children's apparel company, this 
allowed him to branch off into a division for making incontinence 
products and to ultimately pursue his dream for his company, which is 
now taking shape and becoming a reality as we speak. He felt that if we 
could find enough kids who would be interested in wearing such diapers, 
this would allow him to easily establish the organization with the 
right people."
	"Well, it's time for your audition, Chris," Tom told me as he 
shook my hand again and escorted me out of the booth. He then called 
the next name. I approached the cameras and the lights. I wasn't really 
sure what I was supposed to do, but the staff guided me and had me pose 
in various positions, and then had wanted me to run around and dance 
around the stage, which I thought made me feel silly, but it was fun, 
too. I didn't think about all the kids watching me. I'm sure they were 
enjoying the show as I strutted around in my diapers for them. I knew I 
would enjoy watching all of them, too.
	The last thing they had me do was to read off of a cue card and 
speak out loud. It was short, thank goodness. All I said was, "Hi, my 
name is Chris, and I wear Thickies cloth diapers. Thickies cloth 
diapers are the biggest and thickest diapers there are. Why trust a 
thin, loose-fitting diaper that can leak and cause you some serious 
embarrassment? When I'm in my Thickies cloth diapers, I feel safe and 
secure, and I gotta admit, I look pretty cute in them, too. Thickies 
cloth diapers aren't designed for use with outer clothing and are 
mostly limited to private, at-home use, and whenever I am out of the 
house, I can wear Thickies disposables, which are pretty thick as well. 
That's okay if all I can wear are my Thickies diapers at home, because 
Thickies diapers are all I ever wear around the house anyway. Thickies 
diapers, because diapers aren't just for babies anymore."
	To my surprise, I felt like I had delivered my lines flawlessly. 
I spoke with enthusiasm, imagining that I was sitting at home watching 
such a commercial as I read it. My performance drew applause from the 
small audience, a captive audience at that, as none of us could very 
easily leave from the back room of the store in just diapers. I was 
actually more nervous afterwards as I sat back down next to Tony and 
thought back upon my performance.
	Tony and I spent the next several minutes reading about the 
proposed organization for diapered kids (boys only now, he he he, 
YEAH!). It sounded really interesting. It explained how anyone could be 
a member, but it encouraged everyone to join an official club 
representing the organization. It was also explained that it would be 
up to us, the first few kids chosen to represent the organization via 
our participation in being chosen to model Thickies diapers, to start 
our own clubs in our own hometowns and neighborhoods.
	I couldn't wait until I could established such a club in our own 
neighborhood, although so far it seemed like only myself, Tony and 
Bryce would be members. I looked forward to meeting all the kids who 
lived around the general area who wore diapers. Just seeing that there 
were thirteen of them (not counting Linda's son as he was from 
California) I knew that there had to have been plenty more than this. 
It was just a matter of finding them and encouraging them to join our 
club once it was established.
	Tony and I didn't even realize that nearly another hour had 
passed by the time it was his turn to get called up by Tom. I wished 
Tony the best of luck as he showed off to everyone his Thickies diapers 
on his way to the booth. When he appeared before the cameras a few 
minutes later he performed the same posing routine as I did, and then 
he read from the cue card. It was about the same as mine, except that 
it was modified so that it was a script for the disposable diapers. The 
script had him mention the cloth diapers as an alternate choice, just 
as I had mentioned the disposables in my script for the cloth diapers. 
Tony appeared very calm and poised. I figured he and I both had a 
pretty good shot at being chosen to appear in the commercials.
	As much fun as Tony and I had looking at all the other boys in 
diapers, it felt good to have this part of our day over with. Linda 
came back in and offered to everyone a diaper change if they needed it. 
Everyone got their clothes handed back to them and all the boys dressed 
themselves. Linda gave the disposable wearers two free packages of 
Thickies while those of us in the cloth diapers got to take with us the 
ones that we were wearing. Mine was wet and full of poop, however, 
which, even in a plastic bag, made me uncomfortable to have to carry it 
around the mall. I hoped Mom would let me take it out to the car, and I 
had a feeling that she would, in fact, insist that I do this after 
smelling it.
	It felt good to get out of that hot and stuffy back room as well 
as getting to breathe some fresh air after smelling what was 
conceivably and possibly fourteen poopy butts all at once for so long. 
Tony and I were hungry, and Lisa and Cindy were both broke after their 
morning-long spending sprees.

***

	The next few days were uneventful for the most part. Lisa had 
began driver's ed. and she was gone every morning until about noon 
except for when she went over to Betty's house and spent the day there. 
If she wasn't at Betty's house, then Betty came over here. Cindy would 
sometimes spend time at Gina's house, but more often, Gina came over 
here, and of course, she brought along Bryce to babysit him.
	Tuesday morning, Gina and Bryce stayed here for most of the day. 
As promised to him, Bryce got to try out my diaper monitoring device 
since it was now my own. Of course, Gina and Cindy decided that it 
would be remiss for Bryce not to wear a Thickies diaper while wearing 
the device, so Cindy tried to fit one of mine onto him. She had to pull 
it extra tight in order to get it to fit his thinner body. It engulfed 
so much of his body, and Gina wouldn't let him have his shirt back as 
she liked looking at how high up the huge diaper came on him. He could 
hardly walk in the diaper, but if this didn't impose enough difficulty, 
Cindy decided to add a second Thickies diaper, which didn't require any 
extra reinforcement as the first diaper provided enough bulk around 
Bryce's body to allow the outer diaper to fit. Lisa made sure to 
capture this on video.
	"I can hardly walk in these diapers," Bryce said. "And they come 
up so high, too."
	"Well, Bryce, then I'd get used to wearing them, because Mom just 
pre-ordered a whole bunch of Thickies diapers from Kidz Klothez 
yesterday," Gina said. "I'll look forward to seeing your butt all 
padded up like it is now, all the time."
	I told Bryce that the diapers that he would be wearing would be 
smaller and would fit him better, though they would be just as thick. 
Bryce was interested in how things went last Saturday at the auditions 
and I told him everything that I did that day. He then wanted to play 
with my Legos, so I joined him with this activity for the next hour.
	Suddenly, I heard Bryce cut a juicy fart into his diapers. This 
sound was immediately followed by both the red and green lights of the 
monitoring device blinking while it beeped.
	"Wow, this thing's really sensitive," Bryce said. "I only peed 
and pooped a little," he said. I crawled over to him and I looked at 
the numbers on the display.
	"You did more than a little," I said as I examined the readings. 
"That's about average for me."
	"Did you have to wear this thing to school?" Bryce asked me.
	"No, thank God," I said. I then crawled back over to my side of 
the pile, making sure that Bryce got a close-up of my diapered butt. 
While I was in this position I let loose a big bowel movement, 
accompanied by several short, noisy blasts of flatulence. Bryce giggled 
as he heard me loading up my diapers. I enjoyed the way I was 
entertaining him by doing this. I crawled back closer to him.
	"Phew, your butt smells, Chris!" Bryce said.
	"So does yours," I added. "You get used to it after being in 
diapers awhile."
	"I know, I've been in diapers almost as long as you have, so I'm 
used to it, but your butt still smells," Bryce said.
	As I was working on a Lego project on the other side of the pile, 
I kept my butt turned to Bryce, and apparently this seemed to trigger 
some early pre-erotic urges in him. Whatever it was, he was drawn 
enough to my diapered butt that he sneaked up behind me and started 
tickling me, pressing his face into my rear end. At least this seemed 
like his motive for positioning himself the way he did when he 
approached me.
	Bryce then decided he wanted to get into a tickling match, so we 
then stopped playing with the Legos and soon we were playfully 
wrestling with each other. I went easy on Bryce and I let him pin me 
down. I was lying on the floor on my back and he was sitting on top of 
me with his butt pressed right up against my nose. He let out a larger, 
more sustained poop. I even felt the vibration from his farting against 
my face. The diaper alarm was also going off as he did it.
	"I just pooped in your face!" Bryce said with a playful boyish 
giggle as he scooted his butt back and forth over my chest.
	"No, you didn't poop in my face, Bryce, because you got those 
thick diapers on your butt!" With this I reached up and grabbed a 
handful of the heavy, multi-layered cloth covering Bryce's rump.
	"I pooped in your face, Chris!" Bryce said as he scooted back and 
raised his butt up before planting it right back down on my nose. I was 
really, really liking this activity that that I didn't even plan on 
having at its outset, but I didn't think Bryce was old enough to know 
how sexually stimulating it was for me. He was likely doing it in fun, 
and he was likely just as aroused as I was, but he wasn't quite old 
enough to understand these feelings and to him it was just good old fun 
that only two boys could ever have with each other.
	Bryce had his hands pushing down on the front of my diapers to 
support his body. Whether or not it was intentional, he was making my 
hard-on even harder by not only pushing his hands down on the front of 
my diapers repeatedly, but also seeing his very thickly padded 
Thickies-wrapped butt so close to my face was getting me intensely 
horny. I wanted to ask Bryce to get up off of me since I knew I would 
have to "finish it off" as far as achieving orgasm was concerned, but 
then I started to feel my stiff dick and my balls tingling as I 
anticipated cumming. Bryce stopped just before I came, so I asked him 
to keep doing what he had been doing and he continued. As he pushed 
down on my diapers again a few more times I felt myself shoot a large 
load of cum into my diapers, and to make it better, he pooped again.
	"Oh, God! Ohh! God! Ohh! Yeah!" I groaned as I ejaculated. This 
alarmed Bryce and he suddenly climbed off of me. I continued to rub 
myself to extract the rest of my jerkoff juice.
	"What are you doing, Chris?" Bryce asked me. "Are you okay?"
	"Yeah, I'm fine," I heaved a heavy breath.
	"You're all hot and sweaty," he said.
	"It happens when you get to be my age," I said. "But so does 
this," I said as I gave my diaper-enshrouded balls another good stroke.
	"You know, sometimes I do that," Bryce said to me as he watched 
me finish jacking off. "Sometimes I rub my diapers and it feels really 
good and it makes my dick get big and hard."
	"Wait a few years and it gets even better," I said to him, 
knowing that puberty for him was just a couple years away. "Has Gina 
ever caught you doing it?"
	"A couple times," Bryce said. "She said it's okay and that all 
boys do that, especially when they get older."
	"Trust me, you will," I said to him.
	"And Gina says as long as I have diapers on I can do it," Bryce 
added.
	"That's the only way to do it," I said to him. "It makes cleanup 
a lot easier for one thing."
	"Cleanup?" Bryce asked. "What happens?"
	"Your dick shoots out this white gooey stuff," I said. "The 
diapers catch all of it."
	"Gina says that most boys do it naked," Bryce says.
	"They do," I said. "They're not always in diapers like I am."
	"Have you ever done it naked?" Bryce asked me.
	"No, never have," I said. "I've been in diapers the whole time, 
and if you've seen how my diapers are put on me, especially when I wear 
my pin-on diapers, there's no way I'll ever get to feel what it's like 
without diapers on, not that I really want to since it's the diapers 
that make me want to do it."
	Later the day Tony came over and he joined Bryce and me. Bryce 
had been called out of the room since Gina wanted to talk to him and to 
change his diaper, so while he was gone I told Tony about the tickling 
match that Bryce and I got into and how this led to engaging in diaper 
play. Tony was stroking himself as I told him what Bryce did, and I 
could tell that Tony was wanting me to do the same to him. what I 
explained what Bryce did. My dick was still feeling sensitive from 
having just wildly shot my load into my already piss-wet diapers, but I 
was already getting hard again as I thought back to what Bryce did to 
me and I look forward to having a similar diaper play session with 
Tony.
	Shortly afterwards, Bryce came back into my room wearing one of 
his disposable diapers again and he gave me back the monitoring device. 
He picked up his shorts and put them on and then he left with Gina. 
Cindy went with them, leaving Tony and I alone at least until about 
noon, which was when Lisa was expected to return home from driver's ed. 
unless she was going over to Betty's house.
	I asked Tony if he was hungry.
	"Yeah, but, there's something I want to do before we eat," he 
said.
	"What's that?" I asked.
	"You know what you were just telling me about what you and Bryce 
were doing?" he said somewhat nervously.
	"Yeah," I said as I felt both my heart rate and my dick rising 
again.
	"Well, I've been thinking about that ever since you told me about 
it," he said.
	"Okay," I said, knowing what Tony was thinking of doing. I felt 
awkward to just tell him to lie down and have sit on his chest and 
press my butt up to his face while I rubbed the front of his diapers. 
Then, as I got to thinking about it, I was just as hard as I was when 
Bryce was doing it. We went out to the living room and assumed our 
positions. I couldn't believe I was doing this to Tony, but I could 
tell from how hard his dick felt through his Thickies that he was 
liking it and he was liking having me stick my padded butt in his face. 
I even pooped in my diapers while I was sitting on his chest. Within 
minutes I made him pump out his semen and it spread all over the front 
of his diaper. I kept rubbing his dick through the front of his diaper 
until he told me to stop. I then sat up and began rubbing myself, 
bringing myself to another ejaculation, though it was dry as I had just 
expended most of my load earlier. Just before I was about to climb off 
of Tony, the front door suddenly opened, much to our surprise. Cindy ha 
come back. She stared at us.
	"What are you guys doing?" she asked.
	"Uhh, we sort of got in a tickling match," I said, though I knew 
it was a lame cover-up.
	"Ahh, I see," Cindy said. I could sense that she knew what we had 
really been doing.
	Cindy then walked past us, explaining that she forgot to take her 
sunscreen with her. We had since then gotten up and stood in the living 
room.
	"I guess we should have gone into my room," I said to Tony.
	Cindy then came back out, smiling at us she left again.
	"You can go back to what you were doing now, boys. I'll be gone 
awhile," she said as she left again.
	Tony and I decided that we had gotten our erotic urges out of our 
systems for awhile and decided to have lunch. Lisa came home at about 
the time I expected her. Tony and I tried to act as if we hadn't done 
anything, but Lisa could somehow since that we were trying to keep a 
secret from her when she asked us what we were up to today.
	"Nothing, just play around, maybe go out to the back yard later."
	Lisa leaned on the edge of the kitchen table and smiled at me as 
she stared into my face.
	"What?" I said.
	"You look guilty," she said. "What did you do?"
	"Nothing," I said. "Can I eat, please?"
	"Okay, I'll leave you boys alone," she said. Now I was really 
suspicious, especially when she turned around and smiled at Tony and 
me.
	"How was driver's ed.?" I asked her, trying to change the 
subject.
	"It was fun," she said. "Betty about ran into a mailbox when a 
cat ran out in front of her, though. Better the mailbox than the cat."
	"I agree," I said as I bit into my sandwich.
	"So what are you boys' plans for the day?" she asked me.
	"I really don't know, Lisa," I said, resenting her curiosity. My 
suspicions that she somehow knew what Tony and I were doing were 
raised. "It's summer now, and I just do things as they come to mind," I 
said.
	"Really?" Lisa said. "Well, then I'll go to Betty's house so you 
two can be alone some more."
	Now I knew something was up. I didn't know what to say, but Lisa 
spoke first anyway.
	"I ran into Cindy as I was walking home," Lisa said. "She told me 
what she saw you two doing."
	"We were just tickling each other," I said.
	"Sure," Lisa said, satisfied that she knew all about what Tony 
and I were doing. "And I know just what part of your bodies you guys 
were tickling, too. At least you had your diapers on."
	"Boys will be boys," Lisa said as she went back into her room.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 37
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	It was only Wednesday, and already my anxiety level was getting 
higher now as I was expecting another letter from CKM Products in 
regards to whether or not I would be chosen to appear in its 
advertising. Tony was feeling the same way. Even though neither of us 
was expecting a response for at least a week, we knew that sooner or 
later the announcement would have to come to inform us one way or 
another if either Tony or I was to be going to California. Hopefully 
both of us would go, but that remained to be determined.
	Cindy was out of the house, as was Lisa, and I was the only one 
home. Both of them expected to be gone for most of the day. Lisa had 
her driver's training class today, and then she went with Betty to 
Wicked Waters. Cindy was also gone to spend the day with Gina. Tony was 
stuck at home doing chores, reportedly performing some of the chores 
outside in just his diapers as he told me on the phone that afternoon. 
He mentioned that he was drawing a great deal of attention from the 
neighborhood kids playing in the street.
	As an effort to make sure I didn't stray too far from the house 
since I was left there unattended, my pants and shorts were locked away 
where I could not get to them in the girls' room, which itself was 
locked, and all had to wear were my diapers. For some reason U loved 
knowing that it was all I could wear right now and it made me hard just 
thinking about this fact.
	In spite of my indecent state of dress, I had to go see what was 
in that mailbox! I was feeling so anxious, thinking that maybe by some 
outside chance an announcement would come in the mail early. I had seen 
the mail truck pull up to the mailbox a few minutes before and I wanted 
to go see what had been dropped off, but given the fact that I had only 
a shirt and a Thickies diaper accompanied by several layers of my older 
conventional diapers underneath it on me, going outside wasn't 
something I wanted to do since there were at least half a dozen kids 
playing in the street. They all knew that I wore diapers, but they 
always laughed at me anyway, and since they had several hoses going in 
their front yards, they liked to chase me and spray my butt with the 
water and get my diapers even wetter than they already were. If this 
were to happen I would have to take a lot of diapers off to change into 
some dry ones, and I knew I could never diaper myself as easily nor as 
effectively as my sisters could.
	I decided to take my chances. I momentarily thought about 
grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wrapping it around me, but I 
figured this would draw just as much attention, so I decided to just 
strut out to the mailbox, open it, grab whatever there was inside of 
it, and then run straight back to the house.
	I opened the door and made my run to the mailbox the best I could 
since my running abilities were more than just a tad bit encumbered by 
all the diapers I had pinned onto me. By the time I got to the mailbox, 
one of the neighbor girls who had a hose in her hand-- complete with a 
nozzle attachment-- came after me.
	"Hey guys! It's diaper boy!" the girl shouted. She was about 
seven or eight years old. She had some other friends close to her age 
with her, though one of them was about eleven or so. All of them were 
in brightly colored swimsuits. I started to run and I thought I was 
going to make it back into the house, but then I was distracted by a 
yellow jacket that buzzed in front of me and then landed on my chest. I 
was scared shitless of bees, wasps, hornets, yellow jackets, etc., and 
the yellow jacket did just that, making me load my diapers as I was 
struck by fear, causing me to flail frantically about the yard and 
retreat from the refuge that the front door would provide me from both 
the yellow jacket and the girls who wanted to spray me with the water. 
I ran back towards the girls, letting all five of them see my very 
thick diapers.
	"Hey diaper boy! Why do you wear your diapers so thick?" one of 
the girls asked. I looked behind me to see if that damn yellow jacket 
had left. No such luck. In fact, three of them were buzzing around the 
front door now, dammit! I was trapped. I figured getting sprayed with a 
hose wasn't as bad as possibly getting stung.
	"He wets his diapers a lot!" said the girl with the hose. "I'll 
show you what I mean!"
	I tried to run away from the girls and go into the back yard. The 
gate was locked and I could not escape in time. Seconds later the girls 
hit me squarely in the butt and blasted me with the high pressure 
waster spray. I was in double plastic pants, but these could only 
momentarily deflect the water. The eleven-year-old girl pulled down my 
plastic pants, both pairs, one at a time, after seeing that I had two 
of them on. Then, without any plastic pants covering my diapers, I got 
hit with the spray again. She then pulled my plastic pants back up and 
tried flooding them by sticking the nozzle down inside! I was afraid to 
run away and go towards those yellow jackets! My diapers were already 
heavy and nearly soaked to the core with pee, but the water made my 
diapers become even heavier with all the water they absorbed. All I 
could do was stand there as the girls all laughed at me and watched the 
water drain out of the leg openings of my plastic pants. Next I looked 
down and saw brown-tinged water dripping out from the lower seat of my 
diapers. The brown stains had spread to the exterior of the diapers, 
causing brown spots to appear on the outer surface. My plastic pants 
were down to my knees and a big puddle of water had formed in the 
plastic pants, which had to have looked very funny to the girls. At 
this point they decided that they had their fun so they returned to the 
yard next door where they had been playing.
	I still had to get the mail and fulfill my purpose for having 
come outside in the first place. I took off the plastic pants and 
emptied the rest of the water out of them. I carried them with me as I 
walked across the yard. I felt so awkward wearing such soaked diapers 
that felt like I had peed in them at least a dozen times, which I have 
been known to do whenever Lisa and Cindy felt that I deserved to go 
unchanged for awhile because of our ongoing sibling rivalry. My diapers 
weighed down on my loins as if a pile of bricks had been placed in 
them. In spite of this I went to the mailbox and grabbed everything 
that had been placed in it.
	I looked through the stack of envelopes. There were the usual 
credit card offers and the important-looking stuff for my parents to 
deal with. I thumbed through the stack some more. There was one 
envelope that caught my attention for some strange reason. The return 
address was labeled "The Association of Summer Camps for Boys." I just 
passed it off as junk mail from some outfit trying to get my parents to 
send me to summer camp. I put the mail back in the box, but then I 
realized that there was one piece of mail at the back of the stack that 
looked really important, so I did a double-take before I shut the door 
to the mailbox. My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw that it was 
from Kidz Klothez. I pulled it back out of the mailbox and I excitedly 
ripped it open and hoped that it maybe the announcements were sent out 
care of the store. As it turned out it was only a book of coupons that 
the store sent to its VIP customers, which, given the number of diapers 
that my Mom has bought from Kidz Klothez over the last few years, this 
definitely made her a VIP customer.
	"Damn," I thought as I clutched onto my chest and felt my heart 
racing, only for this build-up of feelings to end in vain and 
disappointment.
	The yellow jackets had since then left and I could safely re-
enter the house. My diapers were still dripping wet as ever. As I 
walked through the house I left a trail of dripping water and diluted 
feces. I had no choice but to take the diapers off myself and try to 
put some dry diapers on. I was prepared to honestly explain to my 
sisters or whoever was home first what happened and why I had changed 
my own diapers. I'm sure they would have understood, even though, at 
age twelve, I was still not allowed to handle my own diaper changes.
	I went into the bathroom since the tile floor in there would be 
better suited for my dripping wet diapers. I pulled off the Thickies 
diaper, which alone felt like it weighed at least ten pounds. It hit 
the floor with a wet, solid thud. I still had several more diapers to 
take off. Lisa missed getting to pin my diapers on and decided that 
since I was going to be home alone most of the day I would need lots of 
absorbency to last the whole day. My diapers had already attained their 
capacity, but not in the way that it was intended.
	I did something that I didn't think I would ever do again for the 
rest of my life. I sat on the toilet, but only because it was the best 
place for me to sit in the bathroom. The lid was down, of course. I 
looked down at my remaining diapers. The diapers were bunched up in a 
seemingly endless conglomeration of cloth layers and pins, lots of 
pins. I began taking the pins out, one by one, piling them up on the 
bathroom counter across from where I was sitting. I knew I would be 
here for several minutes. I paused for a moment to let out another 
squirt of poop and then I continued removing the pins. I finally had 
the first diaper off. Underneath it was another equally heavily pinned-
up diaper, with many more layers to go.
	Ding! Dong! The doorbell chimed.
	"Shit!" I said. I decided to ignore whoever was there and 
continue taking the diapers off. Fifteen seconds later, the doorbell 
rang again. Then the doorbell rang repeatedly.
	"I bet it's those girls," I thought to myself. "Dammit!" I 
reached down to pull another diaper pin out.
	The doorbell rang again.
	"Fuck!" I muttered. I decided that I should at least go see who 
it is. I grabbed a towel this time and put it around me. I peered 
through the peephole and saw Megan. Now I felt bad and I was afraid 
that she might be mad at me because I hadn't come to the door. When I 
opened it, she smiled at me and greeted me.
	"Hello, Chris," she said.
	"Hi," I said. Immediately she reached for the towel and pulled it 
away.
	"Lose the towel, diaper butt, I know what you got on underneath," 
she said. When she removed the towel from around my waist, she noticed 
that I had no plastic pants on and that my diapers were very, very wet.
	"Wow, you must have really peed hard today," Megan said.
	"Most of it's water," I said.
	"Really? What happened?" Megan asked.
	"Well, actually, it's a long story," I said.
	"Do you mind if I come in?" Megan asked me. As she stood before 
me, I looked directly at her developing breasts and her hips were 
beginning to take on a mature shape, which I noted as I admired her 
body. She was big and rather round, fat by most people's standards, but 
this was the very thing that I liked about her. I looked at her pudgy 
freckled face and her buck-toothed smile which I felt made her even 
cuter. Most of all, she was rather scantily dressed for the hot day. 
Her T-shirt fit rather tightly, which revealed her need for wearing a 
brassiere. Her shorts were, well, short. My dick became very stiff 
inside my diapers as my mind briefly drifted into a torridly erotic 
fantasy as I envisioned Megan naked. I was home alone; hell yes she 
could come in! I was just a little more subtle about inviting her to 
enter.
	"Sure, you can come in," I said shyly.
	"Who's all here?" Megan asked.
	"Uhh, I'm home alone," I said. My heart was racing now.
	"Not anymore," Megan said as she charged into the house and shut 
the door.
	I didn't think that Megan knew I was home alone, so I wondered 
why she came over. I asked her what she was doing today.
	"I wasn't needed for babysitting today," she said. "And since I 
was in the area I decided to come over and find out how that audition 
went," she said. "Did they pick you?"
	"I dunno yet," I said. "It'll be a little while before I find 
out."
	I decided that we should go out back since my diapers were still 
damp and I didn't want to sit on any of the furniture. I offered Megan 
a drink as I got each of us a Coke and then we went out to the patio.
	I told Megan about the audition last Saturday and she enjoyed 
listening to what Tony and I and all the other boys had to do while we 
were there. I told Megan what I said when I was asked why I wear 
diapers. She giggled.
	"I think they'll pick you," Megan said as she patted my shoulder.
	"What makes you say that?" I said.
	"I just do," she said. "You make the perfect diaper boy, you 
really do."
	"You just look at me and identify me with the fact that I have 
been in diapers for the last few years," I said.
	"Yeah, perhaps," Megan said. "But I think you should get it 
anyway."
	Megan then asked me about why I was wearing no plastic pants and 
why my diapers were so wet, so I explained this to her. I told her that 
I had started taking my diapers off when she came over, thus explaining 
why it took me so long to get to the door. I was tempted to ask Megan 
to change my diapers for me, but I felt too inhibited to ask her. In 
spite of this, Megan seemed to sense what I was thinking.
	"I could help you, that is, if you want," Megan said.
	"So, do you want to, you know, change me?" I asked her.
	"Sure," Megan said. I figured that she could probably do a better 
job diapering me than I could ever do. I didn't want anyone to know 
that I was wearing a different set of diapers than what had been put on 
me this morning. I emphasized to Megan that she would have to make them 
look just like the ones I had on.
	"I can do it," she said confidently. "I babysit a three-year-old 
boys and his mom uses cloth diapers on him. And I have a three-year-old 
boy cousin still in diapers, remember?"
	"How are they both doing as far as toilet training?" I asked, 
wanting to know.
	"Forget it," Megan said. "Neither one of them is about to give up 
their diapers and won't be toilet trained any time soon."
	"Makes sense to me," I said. "They're boys, after all."
	I led Megan into my bedroom to give her the diapering supplies 
that she would need. I didn't know how many diapers Lisa put on me this 
morning.
	"Let me count them for you," Megan said. I stood there as Megan 
kneeled down before me and looked up into my diapered crotch. She tried 
to count the number of diaper layers, but as the plies seemed to blend 
together and were stacked unevenly, she couldn't tell.
	"Maybe if I get behind you I can tell," Megan said. "Turn around, 
let's see that diapered butt!"
	Megan definitely got an eyeful of diapers as I turned my solidly 
padded rear end to her. She tilted her head and ran her finger along 
the leg openings of my diapers. She tried counting the layers several 
times, counting as high as eight a couple of times. Again, the uneven 
layers made it difficult for her to tell how many diapers I had on.
	"You got a lot of diapers on, Chris, that's all I can say for 
now," Megan said as she slapped my butt. "And you really need a change, 
too; I can smell it."
	"You can just count them as you take them off," I suggested. With 
this, I got up on the changing table and let Megan do her work. She 
unpinned the diapers and dropped them into the bucket, keeping track of 
how many diapers she took off. I told her to add one to the total since 
I had already taken one off myself, not counting the Thickies diaper.
	When Megan got the last diaper unpinned, she pulled it away and 
revealed the big pile of poop that was diluted by the deluge that the 
neighbor girls gave me earlier.
	"Ooh! You messy boy, Chris! You messy boy!" Megan said in a 
mocking motherly baby-talk tone of voice. My dick was standing straight 
up. While I watched Megan bend over in her lower-butt-cheek-revealing 
shorts to pick up the wipes that had fallen onto the floor, I succumbed 
to the urge to stroke myself. Megan then turned around and saw me 
pulling my hand away from my hard-on. She just smiled at me, knowing 
what I had been doing.
	Megan expertly cleaned off my butt, smiling as she enjoyed the 
opportunity to do this for me. Of course I was enjoying it, too and 
acknowledging this as I smiled back at her. Her nose had apparently 
gotten used to the smells of the poop of her cousin and the other 
three-year-old boy whose diapers she had changed, and she didn't seem 
to mind that I stank really bad.
	With my butt cleaned off, she moved to my genitals and cleaned 
them off. I was very aroused by her hands rubbing all over my crotch as 
well as my dick and my balls until they were clean.
	Megan then sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto my 
genitalia and rubbed it all over my crotch and up into my butt crack. 
Her hand was teasing my hard dick as I was wanting her to jack me off. 
She looked like she wanted to do this, but she didn't ask me, and I was 
afraid to ask her. She then pulled out a large stack of regular diapers 
and, ensuring that the count was correct. I passed up my final chance 
to ask her to jerk me off as she pulled that first diaper up over my 
stiff dick. Megan pinned all of the thick diapers onto me very tightly 
and excessively, just as Lisa did. Within a few minutes my diapers 
looked just like the ones that Lisa had put on me.
	"Now grab a Thickies," I told Megan. With this, she retrieved one 
of the much thicker diapers from my cabinet and put it on over the mass 
of other diapers I already had on. She then put the same two pairs of 
plastic pants on me that I was wearing earlier. From the looks of it. I 
felt that nobody could tell the difference. To be sure, though, I hoped 
that Cindy would be the one to change me later this afternoon.
	"Thanks," I said to Megan as I sat up.
	"Any time," she said with a smile. Before I got down from the 
changing table, Megan put her arms around me and kissed me on the 
mouth. After this we got up and took the wet, dirty diapers out to the 
laundry room.
	It was mid-afternoon by this time and Megan knew that she should 
get back home soon. As Megan left I thanked her for the diaper change. 
I looked forward to Megan's company later on in the summer, hoping that 
perhaps we could do more with each next time. I didn't know how many 
more opportunities I would have where I would be home alone and Tony 
wouldn't be here, either, and that Megan would also be free from 
babysitting. It seemed like a one in a million chance that things 
turned out the way they did today and I wished Megan would have done 
more with me while she had my diapers off. While I'm sure she thought 
about it as much as I did, we probably both felt too inhibited to 
proceed. I hollered at Megan and asked her when she would be free 
again. She came back to the house and came back inside. I handed her 
the phone message pad and a pen. Megan then wrote on it the number at 
which she could be reached when she was babysitting.
	"If you're home alone some other time, just give me a call," she 
said. She then folded up the paper that I had her write the number on 
and then she tucked it down in between my plastic pants and my diapers.
	"See ya' later," Megan said. I stood at the front door and then 
Cotton rubbed up against my leg. I picked him up and held him as I 
watched Megan strut away, looking at her ass and getting hard again, 
thinking about what we might do next time she came over. To relieve 
these thoughts and these feelings I lay down on the couch and jerked 
off wildly in my diapers as I thought about Megan changing my diapers 
and doing other things to me while she had me completely naked. I 
envisioned her being naked as well. When I came in my diapers a few 
minutes later my whole body felt engrossed in orgasm. I lay there for 
several minutes afterwards, savoring every bit of this wonderful 
feeling that only us boys can enjoy, even when in several inches of 
diapers.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 38
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	It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had fresh diapers on, though I 
had already masturbated in them. I was supposed to have been wearing 
the same set of diapers all day long. If I didn't do some serious 
peeing and pooping within the next couple hours it would be hard to 
explain how I had gone through the day without using my diapers, and if 
I told anyone that I changed them, they'd never believe it was me who 
changed them since Megan put them on too tightly and neatly for me to 
have done it myself. My contingency plan was to remove the diapers and 
put them back on myself, that way it would look like I really did 
change them myself and I could go back to explaining that I went 
outside and got sprayed with water by the neighbor girls. I decided 
that I wanted to make it look like nothing unusual had happened at all, 
other than that I had already been to the mailbox and had opened one 
piece of the mail and brought it in with me. I figured this would 
require explaining that I went out to the mailbox and had thought that 
the announcement had arrived.
	For now I had other matters to worry about. Immediately I drank 
several glasses of water, plus some juice, milk, soda, anything to make 
me wet a lot. While I knew this would mean some wet diapers before too 
long, I had to do something about pooping, though. I hadn't had lunch 
yet anyway and I was hungry, so I warmed up a double helping of bean 
and ham soup, using two cans, and I also made two ham and cheese 
sandwiches with mustard. I ate all of this and decided that I was still 
hungry, so I topped it off with a bowl of ice cream. I hoped to produce 
some stool soon by the time the food that I ate would begin digesting 
and would push out what was already in my system. To speed things up I 
took a laxative.
	It was four in the afternoon and I had wet myself quite a bit by 
then, almost convincing enough that Lisa and Cindy would not know 
otherwise that I had only been in the diapers that I had on for only a 
couple hours. The poop was still working on coming out, however, and I 
had been grunting and straining to shit my diapers. For awhile all my 
butt was able to produce were some impressively loud and stinky farts, 
but farts alone don't leave any visible evidence in a diaper. Finally I 
felt some poop churning and I pushed it out into my diapers. It was a 
big and voluminous load, and a soft and runny bowel movement, 
apparently aided by the use of the laxative. My shit came out with 
plenty of liquid and it spread nicely throughout the seat of my 
diapers. The mess coated my buttocks completely and most of all, it 
stunk strongly, assuring me that when it came time for one of my 
sisters to change my diapers, it would look like I had worn them all 
day without a change. I drank some more water and I ate an entire 
sleeve of saltine crackers.
	Lisa came home a few minutes later. Her neck was sunburned, 
though as I took another look at her neck, it had some other localized 
discoloration as well, namely, a hickey.
	"So, what did you do all day being home alone?" Lisa asked me.
	"Nothing, just the usual, sitting around, pissing and shitting my 
diapers, watching TV, playing on the computer. Not much I could do 
since I was stuck inside the house in diapers all day. How was your 
day?"
	"I had fun," Lisa said with a smile.
	"In more ways than one," I thought to myself as I looked at the 
incriminating lark on Lisa's neck.
	Lisa had brought in the mail and set it down on the counter, 
seeing that I had already brought one piece of it in and had opened it.
	"I see you've been out to the mailbox already," Lisa said. "You 
must have looked cute in front of all the neighbor kids."
	"Well, it's not exactly a secret anymore that I wear diapers," I 
said.
	"And it won't be a secret at all if they choose you to appear in 
those diaper commercials. You just can't wait, can you?"
	"I guess not," I said.
	"It's going to be at least a couple weeks before you get anything 
on it," Lisa said. "I'd just relax and enjoy the summer."
	A few minutes later Lisa had taken off her swimsuit from beneath 
her clothes and then she told me it was time for my diaper change. I 
also noticed that Lisa had dabbed some cover-up makeup onto her neck to 
conceal the hickey when she began taking my diapers off. I hoped she 
wouldn't notice anything different about the diapers, but she had a 
keen eye for these things and she could remember exactly how she had 
pinned them on me this morning.
	"Did you change your diapers today?" Lisa asked me. I became 
nervous and I felt my throat become dry. I told her that I didn't 
change my diapers, which was the truth.
	"I know I didn't pin them on this way when I diapered you this 
morning," Lisa said. "If you did change yourself, then you did a very 
good job, but I know you couldn't diaper yourself this good and get 
them on this tightly."
	I figured that Lisa had me cornered. She knew that Tony wasn't 
exactly an expert in handling cloth diapers and she had seen what his 
diapering jobs looked like on me.
	"Okay, I confess," I said. "Megan came over this afternoon."
	"Oooh, I want to hear all the juicy details! Just what exactly 
did you two lovebirds do together?"
	"She changed my diapers, that's all she did," I said nervously, 
but affirmatively.
	"And just why did she take your diapers off?" Lisa asked me.
	Now I was forced into explaining the whole situation to Lisa 
where I had gone outside and gotten sprayed with water by the girls at 
the house next door, and that Megan just happened to stop by 
afterwards.
	"I believe you," Lisa said, though she meant just the opposite.
	"Go check the laundry room," I said. "My wet diapers are out 
there."
	"Of course they are," Lisa said. "They're always wet, and poopy, 
too."
	"I mean, they're water-wet," I specified. I was desperate to 
convince Lisa that we didn't engage in any sexual exchanges. "If you 
think we did anything, just check the front of my diapers!" I said. 
Lisa took a close look at the front of the innermost diaper and she 
could barely see the traces of semen that were diluted by urine and 
embedded in the fabric.
	"Well, okay, you've convinced me, little brother," Lisa said. 
"But did you do this in your diapers all by yourself, or did Megan help 
you?"
	"I thought about her a little after she left," I said. "So in 
thought, she 'helped' me. But she didn't touch me or anything like 
that." I was so embarrassed now by having to talk to Lisa about my 
masturbation.
	"I'm glad you told me the truth," Lisa said.
	"So, you believe me now?" I asked her.
	"Yes, I believe you," Lisa replied.
	"Just don't tell Mom or Dad, okay?" I pleaded. "Even though 
nothing happened."
	"Okay, I won't, but only as long as you're a good little diaper 
boy the rest of the summer."
	"Lisa!" I whined. "I told you the truth, okay? Megan would have 
come over anyway, whether or not I was home by myself. Besides, if you 
tell them about me, then I'll tell them about that hickey you came home 
with," I said to her.
	Lisa then put her hand on her neck.
	"Oh, so you saw it," Lisa said as her tone of voice changed and 
became more subdued. Lisa didn't say anything else about either me and 
Megan, or herself and whoever planted the hickey on her neck. She 
proceeded with the diaper change and stacked me up in several thick 
diapers and a Thickies to top it off. She also put my diaper monitoring 
device on me. It was just as well that I was extremely diapered up 
since the laxative produced more of an effect than I had planned on and 
my next diaper change was several hours away.
	Later in the evening during dinner my parents asked me what I had 
planned to do over the summer. It seemed like a rather trivial 
question.
	"Well, I hope I go to California to do that commercial," I said.
	"You may not go to California, you know," my Dad said. "I 
wouldn't get your hopes too high, Chris, not to discourage you, but I 
want you to think more realistically."
	"Why are you telling me this?" I asked my parents. "I know that I 
might not get picked."
	"Then what will you do with your summer in case you don't go?" my 
Mom asked.
	"Play games, write stories, draw pictures, things like that," I 
said.
	"Anything to satisfy that diaper-obsessed mind of yours," Cindy 
said to me.
	"There's not much else that he can do if he's kept in just his 
diapers all summer long like he has been every year since this whole 
diaper thing started," Lisa said. "And like you said, Cindy, Chris is 
so obsessed with diapers anyway that I don't think he could do anything 
else that wasn't somehow related to wearing diapers."
	I didn't know what my parents and my sisters were getting at 
here. I continued to listen to them as we ate dinner.
	"You've spent your last three summers sitting in this house in 
your diapers, Chris," my Mom said. "You've hardly ridden your bike or 
done anything that you would have done back when you were still using 
the toilet."
	"Okay," I said, still trying to figure out just where this was 
going. "It's not like I've gotten into any trouble, and Lisa's right, I 
can't really go anywhere wearing nothing but diapers, and if I do 
leave, it's always to go to Tony's house, and even then, I'm only in my 
diapers. And so is he."
	I paused for a moment to think about what I was going to ask in 
order to lead my parents to reveal what they were getting at.
	"Do you not want me to go around in just my diapers anymore?" I 
asked.
	"No, we're not saying that, Chris," my Mom said. "Shoot, we're 
all so used to seeing you in diapers now anyway, there'd be no point in 
doing that. And we all know how much you love going around in just your 
diapers anyway."
	"So then, what are you telling me?" I asked, getting desperate to 
find out.
	"Chris, we'd like to see you get out of the house and get into 
some more activity," my Dad said.
	"So then, does this mean that I can't write stories or draw 
pictures anymore?"
	"No," my Mom said. "But we just think that you need to get out of 
the house."
	"I don't get it," I said. My mind felt mired in confusion. At 
this moment I emitted a big laxative-induced bowel movement, adding to 
the big pile of feces that was already all over the inside of my 
diapers. All I could put together was that I was allowed to and perhaps 
still expected to wear just my diapers all summer and that my parents 
didn't mind that I liked to spend my time at home writing stories about 
boys in diapers and drawing pictures of them as well. They wanted me to 
get out and get some physical activity, however.
	"We're sending you to a summer camp next week," my Mom said, 
finally getting to the point. This took me by surprise. I had never 
been to a summer camp before. Lisa and Cindy had gone to them and they 
always had a lot of fun. As far as I knew, nobody was wearing diapers, 
either, when they attended the camps. This was the reason I had never 
gone to any such camp over the previous summers, so this was my primary 
concern.
	"Why didn't you just tell me this when we started dinner?" I 
asked.
	"We just wanted to lead up to it and explain why we want you to 
go, rather than just come out and tell you that we're sending you to 
camp."
	"Okay," I said as a million questions were now forming in my 
head.
	"Aren't most camps already started now? And isn't it too late to 
sign up for them?" I asked.
	"You're already signed up, for one thing," my Mom said. This was 
an even greater surprise and I knew now I was going whether I liked it 
or not. "The camp starts next Monday."
	"How long will it be?" I asked.
	"Two weeks," my Mom said.
	"What about Tony?" I asked. I didn't want to be the only diaper-
wearer there, assuming that none of the other kids would be wearing 
diapers.
	"He's going, too," my Mom said. "In fact, it was his Mom's idea. 
She didn't want Tony waiting by the mailbox to find out if he was going 
to California or not and she knew he'd drive her and Kara crazy, so she 
felt that he needed to be away from the house while he was waiting. 
You'd probably start doing the same thing, too."
	"Yeah, in fact, Chris even went out to the mailbox to check it-- 
in his DIAPERS! Right in front of the neighbor girls!" Lisa said this 
emphatically.
	"That's no biggie," Cindy said. "Everyone in the entire 
neighborhood has seen you in diapers, Chris."
	I looked at Lisa as if to tell her to be quiet. I was afraid she 
would blurt out what all happened once I got sprayed by the neighbor 
girls and how this afternoon's sequence of events led to Megan changing 
my diapers for me while were in the house alone. I pointed to my neck 
in the same place where Lisa had her hickey. She took this as a warning 
to back off.
	The table conversation continued as we finished up dinner. I had 
more questions.
	"What will everyone say about me wearing diapers?" I asked.
	"Well, Chris, that just happens to be what this camp is about. It 
is specifically for boys who wear diapers for whatever reason, so all 
of you who are there will be in diapers."
	This was a big relief and it helped me to change my attitude 
about the summer camp for the better. I was surprised that such a camp 
even existed.
	"How did you find out about it?" I asked.
	"Tony's Mom had been doing some calling around and writing 
letters to find a camp with such accommodations. She figured it'd be a 
longshot to find such a camp, and by the time she found one she was 
afraid it would be too late to sign you boys up, but this one starts a 
week later than most other camps and it still had two vacancies, so she 
was really lucky on all counts."
	"If the camp was that close to being full, then there must be a 
lot of boys who wear diapers around here," Cindy remarked.
	"When did Tony's Mom tell you about this?" I asked.
	"We actually talked about it a couple months ago. We knew that 
you boys would just be stuck at home with nothing to do again, and we 
agreed that you need to get out and have some fun, but at the same time 
still wear your diapers around, so Tony's Mom decided that a summer 
camp just for diapered boys was the perfect answer. She didn't find one 
until last week, and today I received the confirmation that you boys 
were going. I didn't want to say anything about it until I found out."
	This explained the envelope that came from the Association of 
Summer Camps for Boys. Mom then handed it to me. It had already been 
opened. Inside of it was a brochure that explained all the various 
camps that were offered though the association. Towards the back of the 
brochure was a section on the camp that was specifically geared towards 
boys who wear diapers. Another pamphlet specifically for the diaper 
camp was enclosed. The camp was called Camp Branson.
	I read through the literature, which explained the various 
activities that were provided at the camp. I also looked at the photos. 
I was surprised to see that it showed boys doing things like canoeing, 
bike riding, archery, and several sports, all of them wearing just 
diapers and T-shirts. Another section discussed how special care was 
taken to ensure complete privacy at the camp sites. There were also 
some papers enclosed that described the specific camp area that I would 
be going to in more detail, such as where it was located and the layout 
of the facilities. It also had a list of things that I was to take with 
me. Obviously, diapers were listed among the required items. 
Specifically, it required disposable diapers, and Mom had already 
ordered and received some Thickies disposable diapers for me to wear to 
camp. She included some swim diapers in the order, too, since of course 
I would need them.
	"You and Tony ought to draw some extra attention wearing your 
Thickies around," Lisa said.
	"Who knows, you'll probably help them sell more of them," Cindy 
commented.
	"So you think you're ready for this, Chris?" my Dad asked me 
after I had read over the information.
	"Yeah, I think I'll enjoy it," I said, having had time to think 
about it and anticipate it. I felt a lot better knowing that all the 
other boys would also be in diapers.
	"Good, because there are no refunds on this deal, my father said. 
"As much as it's going to cost, you'll be going."
	"He just won fifteen grand at the casino and he's concerned about 
money, sheesh!" I thought to myself. I had a feeling that they were 
paying for Tony to attend the camp as well since I had a good feeling 
his mother wouldn't be able to afford to do this otherwise.
	After I ate some ice cream for dessert I gave Tony a call to talk 
to him about the summer camp. We ended up talking about it for over an 
hour. Tony even talked to me on the phone while Kara changed his 
diaper. Cindy wanted me to get off the phone however, since she needed 
to call Gina and that she wanted to get me diapered up for the night, 
especially as my diapers were very loaded and weighed down with pee and 
poop and overdue for a change from all the food and drinks that I 
consumed this afternoon. After I was put into clean diapers for the 
night I overheard Cindy's conversation with Gina. From what I could 
tell, Bryce was going to be going to this camp, too.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 39
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	By Monday morning, I had all of the things that I would need to 
take to the summer camp with me packed and ready to go. Again I was 
using the big bag that Lisa and Cindy had each used for their summer 
camp excursions as well as for my recent trip to Seattle. The bag 
contained the usual necessities that were needed on any camping trip, 
but mostly, the bag contained my supply of Thickies disposable diapers 
and some swim diapers. Mom had put me into one before I ate a big 
breakfast. I was also wearing my Thickies T-shirt in hopes that the 
other boys would want to get some Thickies diapers of their own, too.
	Tony's Mom then dropped him off with all of his stuff. He, too, 
had a big bag. Tony and I had agreed the night before to both wear our 
Thickies shirts, so he had his on, too. He was also wearing shorts and 
I could plainly see that his Thickies diapers were bulging out. Before 
I left I put on my shorts, which did nothing to conceal the fact that I 
was diapered.
	Cindy went with Tony and me to see us off and to meet with Gina 
and Bryce at the school where we were to board the bus. Lisa had to get 
ready to go to driver's ed. that morning, however. We went to the 
junior high school that Tony and I would be attending the following 
school year. When we got there I was surprised to see that there was 
not only one, but four buses! I wondered if all of the buses were for 
the diaper camp or if other camps were boarding as well.
	I got out of the car and took my big bag out of the trunk as did 
Tony. We walked over to the large group of kids who were waiting to 
board the buses. I looked around and saw that all of the boys were 
wearing shorts. This made it easier to see evidence of diapers as most 
of the boys seemed to be fairly well-padded in the rear. Some diapers 
showed more than others, but so far, Tony and I were the most 
prominently diapered. As I looked around I only recognized one of the 
boys from the Thickies tryouts. He looked to be nine years old. He had 
brown hair, about the same length as mine. His butt-bulge clearly 
indicated that he had to have been wearing a Thickies. When he turned 
around we noticed that he also chose to wear his Thickies shirt. There 
was an older boy with him, too, presumably his brother, and he, too, 
was clearly diapered. He also had brown hair, though not quite as long. 
He seemed tall for his age, but otherwise he looked to be almost mine 
and Tony's age, but we didn't recognize him from school, though. Why he 
wasn't also at the Thickies audition alongside his presumed brother was 
also somewhat of a mystery.
	Tony and I walked over to the Thickies-clad boys to find out if 
they had heard anything from the CKM company.
	"Nope," the younger boy said. "That's why my parents are sending 
me to this camp. They didn't want me bugging them at home about it all 
the time."
	"Same here," both Tony and I said in unison. It seemed that the 
other boy wasn't going and was just along for the ride or to see his 
little brother off.
	"Have you ever been to summer camp before?" the boy asked us.
	"This is our first time," Tony said.
	"Mine, too," the boy said.
	"What's your name?" I asked him.
	"Nathan," he said. "What's yours?"
	"I'm Chris," I said. Tony also introduced himself.
	I didn't know why we had to wait as long as we did, but this gave 
Tony and me time to talk to Nathan about wearing diapers. Nathan told 
us that he had a serious bladder infection when he was little and this 
has kept him in diapers all his life. He also mentioned that he lost 
control of his bowels since his parents never bothered to undiaper him 
before needing to poop. I remembered him telling his story during the 
auditions, and he remembered mine and Tony's stories. He was surprised 
that we had no medical reasons to wear diapers originally, but as a 
result of wearing diapers constantly we were now completely 
incontinent.
	"Do you like to wear diapers?" he asked us.
	"Like 'em? We love 'em!" Tony said.
	"Is it okay to like wearing diapers?" Nathan asked.
	"Of course it is," I assured him with a smile. "Do you get 
certain feelings from wearing diapers?" Being that he was nine-ish and 
that I didn't know him I was subtle with my wording regarding "certain 
feelings."
	"Yeah, I like how they look and feel," Nathan said. By this time 
the other boy had disappeared. He was seen walking along the buses, 
apparently to get a good look at all the padded-up butts. Both Tony and 
I noticed him staring at all the boys intently, furtively brushing his 
hand over the front of his shorts every so often. The older brother's 
momentary absence gave Nathan a chance to talk about him.
	"I caught my older brother Luke wearing them, and he said that he 
wishes he could wear some, too," Nathan said as he pointed to his 
brother, who was on his way back over to us.
	"So my Mom's letting him wear diapers now," Nathan continued.
	"That's good," I said. "I'm sure he'll adjust to them very 
quickly."
	Another few minutes had passed as Tony and I exchanged diaper 
talk with Nathan some more. Nathan and his older brother Luke then got 
called back over to their Mom. At this point Tony and I decided to 
locate Bryce. He was with Gina, who was with Cindy and my Mom. I could 
tell that Bryce was plentifully padded as well.
	"Guess what?" Bryce said.
	"What's that?" I asked him.
	"Mom got me some Thickies!" he said, sounding excited about it. 
He then pulled his shorts down to reveal the thick white diaper. He 
turned around to let me see his butt. "I love wearing 'em."
	"I like that he wears them, too, that way I don't have to change 
him as often," Gina said. "And he looks even cuter in them anyway."
	It was about 7:30 in the morning before someone finally called 
everyone's attention and organized the groups. We were divided into 
three groups which were divided by age. There was a group for boys ages 
five to eight, one for those who were nine to twelve, and then a group 
for those who were thirteen to sixteen. Each group would have its own 
bus to board and each bus would likely be filled to capacity, given the 
number of boys who were there. The fourth bus was for carrying 
everybody's stuff as well as the camp counselors and other staff, which 
was where we were first directed to go. Before we dropped off our bags 
on the bus, the man told us all to have a couple diapers handy in case 
we needed to change before we arrived at the camp.
	"It's a good three-hour ride," we were told. "As long as the road 
ain't washed out again," he added as a joke, I supposed, I hoped.
	Tony and I climbed onto the bus and dropped our bags in one of 
the vacant seats at the back of the bus. We then went out the emergency 
exit at the back, returning to the large group of boys. As I walked up 
to them I imagined every one of them being without shorts on and in 
just their diapers. It gave me a momentary hard-on to imagine this.
	I gave my Mom a goodbye hug, deciding not to kiss her in the 
presence of the others. When I told Cindy goodbye she asked for a hug, 
too. Rather than piss her off and leave her with this negative 
impression of me in case-- God forbid-- something happened to me while 
I was gone, I gave her a quick squeeze and then I caught up with Tony.
	"See you in two weeks!" my Mom hollered at me as she and Cindy 
left. Tony and I stood before the bus that we were about to board. A 
role call was barked out to us and we all acknowledged ourselves as 
being present. Upon boarding the bus we handed the driver a slip of 
paper that validated entry into the camp. Each boy who boarded was 
holding a couple diapers in his hand as he climbed aboard, heeding the 
advice of the camp director who told us about the expected length of 
the bus ride. We were seated three to a seat with Bryce joining Tony 
and me. Nathan was in our age group, so he was on our bus, too. He took 
the seat across from us and was seated with two other boys. The sign at 
the front of the bus indicated that it could carry 66 passengers and it 
looked like it was going to be a full load. It was good to see that 
there were enough diaper wearers in our age group who wore diapers to 
fill up the bus.
	"This sure isn't Greyhound," I remarked, noting that the bus used 
to be a school bus and it looked to be old and in questionable 
condition.
	"We're taking this thing into the mountains?" Tony asked, 
sounding apprehensive.
	"We don't have much of a choice," I said.
	Before the bus took off, the driver spoke to us.
	"I assume all of you boys on this bus wear diapers," he opened. A 
round of "yeah"'s followed. The driver continued.
	"If anyone here doesn't wear diapers, then get a diaper from the 
kid next to you, because it's a long ride and we don't make any 
bathroom stops, for obvious reasons."
	This generated a round of laughter. The driver continued to 
speak, trying to warm us up with a little humor first.
	"Now, if you do need a diaper change, we've left two seats in the 
back of the bus open for this very reason. I know it ain't very 
private, but the privacy curtains we ordered didn't arrive, sorry. 
Well, actually, we never did order any, and besides, we're all boys 
here anyway. And never mind what anybody says about their you-know-what 
not stinking, because it does, no matter who you are, so you might as 
well let it smell since we're all used to it. There's a garbage bag 
back there for your diapers, so don't go tossing them out the window. 
The adopt-a-highway cleanup people won't like dealing with that sort of 
thing. We've also provided some wipes. Oh, and no mooning people out 
the back window, either. If you do, at least have a diaper on."
	Of course that last remark made us all laugh. The driver 
continued to speak so more.
	"After a couple hours or so, I imagine it's gonna get to smelling 
mighty ripe in here with sixty of you boys all wearing diapers, so by 
all means, keep the windows down. I repeat, keep the windows down!"
	The driver talked a little more about the bus ride itself and 
where we would be going. He gave us the usual safety lecture bullshit 
that we were already familiar with from riding buses to school every 
day. He then got into his seat and started up the bus. We then pulled 
out of the school parking lot and headed out of town towards the 
mountains.
	The bus ride was about like what I had expected it to be. The bus 
was noisy and squeaks and creaks were heard the whole time, but at 
least we were making good progress as a caravan of three busloads of 
diapered boys along with a fourth bus full of the boys' diapers and 
their other belongings headed out of town and up into the mountains.
	To pass the time, Tony, Bryce and I all discussed diapers as 
always, as well as other topics of interest, mainly just to demonstrate 
that our lives consisted of more than just wearing diapers, though just 
about everything I did had some relationship to the fact that I wear 
diapers. I told Nathan about all the stories that I had written and the 
pictures that I had drawn. I brought some of these along to show anyone 
who might be interested. Lisa even let me have my shorts to wear last 
Friday so that Tony and I could make copies of our stories and drawings 
at the library last Friday to share them with others in the camp who 
might want to read them.
	I could tell that after about an hour of riding there were some 
dirty diapers on the bus. Even with the windows down there were smells 
of pee and poop. At about that time one of the boys went back to the 
designated diaper changing area at the back of the bus. He was on his 
own as nobody accompanied him. I wished I could have turned around to 
watch him change his own diaper. I was getting hard as I imagined him 
lying on the seat and removing his own diaper and cleaning himself up. 
I also thought about how he was doing this with the bus jostling 
everyone around as the ride was rather bumpy. I did managed to catch a 
quick glance at him, but all I could see was his head as he was looking 
down at himself and taping up his diaper. I heard him dispose of the 
diaper as I listened to the bag being rustled around. I could faintly 
hear the wet diaper hitting the bottom of the bag even with all the 
other noise that the bus and all the boys who were riding it were 
making. The boy then returned to his seat a few minutes later.
	Other boys soon elected to perform on-board diaper changes. Some 
were accompanied by friends or brothers, or perhaps cousins, while 
others did their diaper changes by themselves. Some of them didn't 
bother to put their shorts back on once they returned to their seats. I 
watched one of them walk past me in the aisle and I could see a tent in 
the front of his diaper.
	I had only been wet for almost the entire bus ride, but I managed 
to keep my butt clean until almost halfway, and then I unloaded my 
bowels and filled up the seat of my diaper. Tony followed shortly 
afterwards. Bryce was still only wet.
	Tony and I excused ourselves from our seat as we headed to the 
back of the bus to change each other's diapers. I changed Tony's diaper 
first. He was a big mess with about as much poop as what I felt like I 
had in my diaper. I wiped him up and kept his dick stiff in the 
process. When I disposed of his diaper the bag was already weighed down 
with about a dozen diapers. I looked inside it and saw that most of 
them had poop filled up in them.
	After I taped Tony back into his clean diaper I handed him his 
shorts. He elected to leave them off as he got up from the bus seat and 
traded positions with me. I felt awkward as I felt my body bouncing 
around on the bus seat. Tony pulled the strong tapes of my Thickies 
diaper off of me and exposed my big pile of shit. He cleaned me up 
thoroughly in spite of the awkward, uncomfortable and confining 
environment that we were in. My erection maintained its full stiffness. 
I sat up and saw another boy changing himself on the seat across from 
me. I noticed that his member was sticking straight up, especially as 
he was getting a good close-up view of Tony's Thickies-diapered butt.
	The boy then spoke to Tony as he lay there naked.
	"Man, that's the biggest, thickest diaper I've ever seen!" he 
said with amazement. "What is it?"
	Tony turned around and glanced down at the boy's hard-on, 
satisfied that he was arousing the boy.
	"They're called Thickies," Tony said.
	"Thickies?" the boy asked. "Are they really called that?"
	"Oh yeah," Tony said. "The name says it all."
	This drew the attention of some of the other boys at the back of 
the bus, many of whom were no doubt enjoying the sight of Tony's 
diapered rear end as he bent over to put a clean Thickies diaper on me.
	"Where do you get them?" another boy asked.
	"Kidz Klothez, it's at the mall," Tony said.
	"Man, I wish I had known about those before I left," another boy 
said. "I'd love to have some."
	Tony finished changing me. As he taped up my diaper I had debated 
whether or not to put my shorts back on. If I didn't do it, I'd wish 
that I had, and besides, Tony was already doing it along with several 
of the other boys on the bus. With this, I decided to leave my shorts 
off and wear just my diaper for the rest of the way to the camp. Pretty 
soon half the boys had lost their inhibitions and thus, their shorts. I 
had a feeling by the time we arrived at camp we'd all be in just our 
diapers.
	A few minutes later the driver made an announcement.
	"Boys, we're more than three-fourths the way there," he said.
	"Already?" I said, looking at Tony, who was also under the 
impression that the drive was supposed to be longer. I figured it 
couldn't have been that long. A glance at my watched indicated that we 
had only been on the road for a little more than an hour and a half, 
only halfway.
	"We're three-fourths the way there if you're counting miles, that 
is," the driver added. "If you're counting time then we're only about 
halfway."
	"Oh," I said. At this moment, the driver turned off the main 
highway and onto a side mountain road. It started out nicely. It was 
even paved for the first few miles, but then it turned to gravel.
	"If any of you need a diaper change, I'd recommend doing it now," 
the driver said. "The road doesn't get any better from here on."
	A few more boys opted to change their diapers before the bumpy 
ride became any rougher. I took a look to the back of the bus and saw 
that that plastic bag was becoming quite full of wet and soiled 
diapers. All of these boys returned to their seats holding their shorts 
in their hands and not wearing them. One boy also did, in fact, moon 
the people in the car behind us, but at least he had a diaper on.
	"I don't think the driver really meant for you to do that," an 
older boy accompanying the diapered butt-flasher said. He looked like 
he was an older brother.
	"He just said to have a diaper on if we moon anybody," the 
younger boy said.
	"You take everything literally," his older brother said. "That's 
why I stopped telling you to kiss my ass."
	Tony and I chuckled as we overheard this conversation. By this 
time the road had become narrower and rougher. I looked out the window 
and saw the other buses ahead of us going around a sharp curve. The 
dropoff along the road was steep and everyone hoped that the bus would 
not overturn.
	As the bus approached a steep climb, I could hear the motor 
working hard to make the grade. We were barely moving now. I could 
smell burning oil.
	"Oh shit," I worriedly said to Tony.
	"I think the bus is about to break down," Tony said.
	"Oh no, we're gonna be stranded here!" Bryce said in a panic.
	"No, we're not," Tony said to him, patting him on the shoulder to 
hopefully put him at ease. "Don't get your diapers in a knot. Besides, 
you haven't even changed yet and you have an extra diaper still, so 
you're in better shape than we are if we do get stuck for awhile."
	"Not for long," Bryce said. "I'm about to shit big time."
	"And you're still wearing your shorts," I said. "Take 'em off, 
enjoy your diapers like the rest of us."
	The bus' engine began to grind more loudly. I could see smoke 
coming out from the hood as I looked towards the front of the bus. When 
the driver reached a point where he could pull the bus over, he did. 
The bus behind us passed us. Our driver then shut off the engine.
	"Houston, we have a problem," the driver said into his radio, 
trying somewhat to make light of the situation. He then spoke to the 
driver of another bus ahead of us, and then spoke to us.
	"Well, kids, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the situation 
is, but whatever you do, don't worry. In case I can't get it going 
again, one of the other buses is going to drop its kids off at the camp 
and then it will come back and pick us up."
	"What if it breaks down, too?" one of the boys asked. The driver 
then held up his radio and said, "that's why we carry these."
	"I need to change and I don't have any more diapers with me," I 
heard one kid say.
	"I got diarrhea," said another kid. "I need my diapers now."
	"It's only going to be a couple hours and we'll be on our way," 
the driver said, trying to assure us.
	"A couple hours?!" one kid exclaimed.
	"We're still about an hour from the camp, so sit tight, 
everything's going to be okay," the driver said.
	The inside of the bus started getting warmer as the day was 
progressing. It was starting to stink from the bag full of diapers in 
the back as well as the other poopy butts that had yet to be taken care 
of. As the bus was not moving there was no air to circulate through the 
bus to reduce the odors. Bryce was the most recent contributor to the 
foul odors. I heard him load his diapers.
	"You might as well go change," I said to him.
	"Can one of you come help me?" Bryce asked. Tony elected to 
change him. While Tony and Bryce were at the back of the bus, Nathan 
told me that he had been dirty and never changed himself. He was 
embarrassed to explain that he always had his brother or his Mom change 
him.
	"I hardly ever change my own diapers," I said. "My sisters change 
my diapers instead."
	"You let your SISTERS change your diapers?" Nathan said. "I'd 
never let a girl see me naked and clean me up like that!"
	"When you grow up with sisters, especially if they're older like 
mine are, you don't always have a choice," I said. "They'll see you in 
your diapers every day, so it really doesn't matter if they change you 
at that point. Besides, I like the attention my sisters give me for it 
as well as reminding me of the fact that I wear diapers because I'm a 
boy."
	"I agree, I think diapers are a boys' thing," Nathan said.
	"You like to read stories?" I asked Nathan.
	"Yeah, sometimes," he said. "Why?"
	"I think you'd like my stories," I told him.
	"What are they about?" Nathan asked.
	"Boys who wear diapers. Usually their sisters change them and 
talk about them being in diapers a lot, too," I added. "Maybe I can let 
you read them."
	"That'd be great," Nathan said. "I'd really like to read them." I 
could see his yet-to-be-developed penis forming a small tent on the 
front of his diaper. As he had elected to remove his shorts, too, I 
could tell that he was excited from the thought of reading my stories. 
He told me that he wrote a couple short stories himself, but always 
threw them away and he felt guilty for writing them.
	"Don't throw them out," I told him. "If the stories make you feel 
good about wearing diapers, you should hold onto them. I'm glad I did."
	At this point Nathan decided to get up and have me change him. 
Tony was just finishing up with Bryce as Nathan and I had gone to the 
back of the bus. We took the seat across from Tony and Bryce. Nathan 
lay down on the seat and spread his legs as I undid his diaper. I 
looked at his small, but very erect penis, which reminded me of the 
fact that I looked just like him not too long ago. His balls were 
covered in a sea of wet shit. I wiped him up and made sure he was clean 
and dry for his diaper. I taped it up onto him as tightly as I could. 
Being that I had not been on the giving end of a diaper change very 
much, I asked Nathan how I did.
	"You did great," he said. "It even feels better than the ones my 
brother puts on me," he said.
	Nathan and I then returned to our seats. We asked Nathan about 
his older brother Luke and he told us his story about the time he was 
caught wearing his diapers.
	"I saw him wearing it and doing something that he said I'm not 
old enough to do yet," Nathan said.
	"You mean jacking off?" Tony said.
	"He calls it a lot of things," Nathan said. "He said I have to 
wait until I get older to do it."
	"You do," Tony said. "But you're gonna love it, I guarantee."
	"You know, it feels good when I wear diapers," Nathan said.
	"I'm sure most of us will agree with that," I said to him. We had 
deviated from his story about the time his bother had been caught, so 
he resumed.
	"Anyway, he kept doing this until Mom noticed that I was using up 
too many diapers, so she asked Luke if he knew anything about this. He 
told my Mom the truth, that he was wearing my diapers. She then asked 
him if he'd like to start wearing them. It wasn't because he was in 
trouble or nothing like that, she just asked him if he wanted to wear 
diapers, too, so he told her yes. Ever since then both me and him have 
been in diapers."
	"How long ago was this?" I asked.
	"About a year," Nathan answered.
	The boys were getting restless now. The driver had tried to start 
the bus a couple times, but all it did was turn the engine. He told us 
that if we wanted to, we could go outside and walk around. Just about 
everyone on the bus vacated it. A few boys felt that they should put 
their shorts back on, but most of us just stayed in our diapers.
	Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I walked over to the other side of the 
road and leaned over a rock to look at the river far below. We heard a 
car go past us. I enjoyed thinking of what the driver thought when he 
saw four boys in diapers bending over a rock, to say nothing of the 
other 56 boys who were all running around the vicinity of the stalled 
bus in their diapers.
	After tossing a few rocks down to the water we returned to the 
rest of the kids. I looked around and saw that several of the boys were 
showing some extra weight in the backs of their diapers. Plenty of them 
had wet, swollen fronts on their diapers as well. Some of the boys had 
no more clean diapers to wear. I felt sorry for the boy who was 
complaining of diarrhea. One boy was nice enough to let him use one of 
his extra diapers, though, and the boy changed himself.
	Only in school during a boring lesson did two hours seem to pass 
any slower than this. We were corralled back into the bus after we had 
a chance to play around outside and let half a dozen or so drivers who 
passed by in that time see sixty diapered boys at the same time. I know 
I enjoyed the sight of it and hoped that at camp we'd get to go around 
in our diapers, especially if there were 180 of us as I would expect 
the nose count to be-- or as I preferred to call it, butt count-- from 
the three buses that were filled up.
	It had been over two hours and the other bus still hadn't shown 
up yet. The bus was starting to stink worse from diaper odors. I had a 
feeling that there was not a single dry diaper to be found at this 
point. Some of the boys had changed a second time while others were 
holding off and rationing their supplies, which was for most of us, one 
diaper. Some of the boys only brought one diaper and were out of luck 
until they got to the camp and had access to their supplies.
	Tony was thoughtful enough to have brought on board with him a 
deck of cards. We played a few quick games of poker to pass the time. 
We showed Nathan how to play it, too.
	"Hey, anyone wanna play strip poker?" Tony quipped after we had 
played a few hands. I looked down at my wet and dirty diaper and said, 
"I don't think that would be a very good idea right now." We all 
laughed. We had been talking about whether or not any of the counselors 
and camp directors were wearing diapers, too. We knew that the man 
driving the bus wasn't wearing diapers when we saw him get up from his 
seat and go outside and then behind a fallen tree just off of the road. 
We could see him standing there obviously taking a piss.
	A few minutes later the other bus had returned. It had to stop 
several hundred feet up the road where the driver could turn it around. 
This forced us all to walk to it in just our diapers as by this time 
all of the boys had decided to ditch their shorts.
	The other bus wasn't much nicer looking, but it was nice to hear 
a quiet engine running again. We made it the rest of the way to the 
camping facilities in about an hour's time. During that time it got to 
smelling bad as everyone on the bus needed a diaper change again. We 
were all also very hungry and thirsty. It was after 2:00 in the 
afternoon before the bus finally rolled to a stop upon passing through 
the entrance at Camp Branson.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 40
---------------------------

	Tony and I followed the other boys off of the bus. It felt good 
to breathe the scent of pine trees after being stuck inside a busload 
of sixty diapered boys who all stank badly of piss and shit. We looked 
around at the beautiful scenery consisting of dense evergreen trees and 
tall mountains that surrounded us. The camp was situated on the shore 
of a large lake.
	We weren't sure at first if we were supposed to put our shorts 
back on or not, but when we looked at the other boys who had already 
been at the camp for a couple hours and saw that they had all done away 
with their shorts, we knew that there was no point putting ours on, 
either.
	Our bus driver, who was also our counselor, introduced himself as 
Mike Dublin. He was a stocky, tall man, but he looked like he was 
pretty nice and would be easy to get along with, at least we had hoped, 
anyway. He led us over to the main building of the camp facility. We 
were then led into the mess hall where we were all seated. We were 
first given a cup of ice water each, much to our relief as we were all 
very hot and thirsty. Tony and I drank ours right away as did most of 
the other boys.
	Mike started things off by giving us an overview of the camp and 
the activities in which we would be participating over the next two 
weeks. He also went over the rules of conduct and the penalties for 
violating the rules. The lecture was accompanied by a booklet, which 
rehashed the same things that we had just been told. He said, "just 
because you're away from your parents and your teachers doesn't mean we 
don't have rules here, too."
	After Mike finished lecturing us with the do's and don'ts of the 
camp, he issued us our official Camp Branson T-shirts. All of us 
changed out of our regular shirts and put the camp shirts on in place 
of them. The shirts were light blue and were emblazoned with the camp's 
logo. They were notably short as well, apparently to allow our diapers 
to show more. While we were putting our shirts on I took a look at all 
the boys to see what condition their diapers were in. Nearly everyone's 
diapers were bloated in the front from pee, and several of them had 
also pooped in their diapers, as evidenced by a telltale bulge in the 
rear. I was also quick to notice that the presence of fifty-nine boys 
in just diapers (there was one holdout in our group as it turned out 
and he remained in his shorts) was making for a lot of tent-fronted 
diapers among the older boys in our group, and while the pre-pubescent 
boys were unable to make even pup tents in the fronts of their diapers, 
I had a good feeling they were highly aroused as well. Tony, Bryce, 
Nathan and I all drew extra attention from our extraordinarily big and 
thick Thickies diapers as we were clearly the most amply diapered.
	We were then given a tour of the main building, which, in 
addition to the mess hall and the kitchen, also housed the first aid 
station, a recreation room, and was also a place to store equipment and 
supplies. Specifically, we were told that we could obtain bed sheets if 
we needed to change ours and that extra diapers would be supplied if 
any of us ran out. To discourage this, however, we were told that our 
parents would be billed for any extra diapers that we needed to use. 
With this we were advised to use our own diaper supplies wisely.
	"Oh, and there are restrooms in here, too," Mike said. "But 
they're only for the counselors and visitors," he added. "This camp was 
purposely designed for diaper wearers like you boys, so don't be 
expecting any toilets to be in your cabins or anywhere around them."
	We had been at the camp for almost a half hour and we still 
weren't given a chance to change our diapers yet. I peed and pooped my 
diaper some more as did Tony. Most of the other boys were likely 
getting their diapers wetter and poopier, too while we waited for a 
chance to get changed. Some of the boys were starting to have leaking 
problems since they hadn't changed themselves at all since leaving town 
this morning.
	"I know all of you are probably in need of diaper changes," Mike 
said, and I'm thinking, "duh, really?"
	"Believe me, I can tell you do." With this he plugged his nose 
and fanned his face.
	"We've placed your bags outside of your cabins. We'll go over 
there to let you guys claim them, then we'll have you divide up into 
your individual cabins so you can change. After that we'll all eat."
	"Yeah!" we all cheered as we were hungry and still very thirsty 
even after we were each given a cup of ice water to hold us over. Mike 
led us out of the main building and across the campground. We went past 
several of the other boys who were doing everything from playing sports 
to swimming. Some were shooting arrows at targets. All of them were in 
diapers and light blue T-shirts. Only the counselors were wearing 
shorts.
	We were shown the cabins that were designated for our group. 
There were six cabins, each of which would house ten boys. Right away I 
thought of how difficult it would be for me to jack off at night 
without having any privacy. I had a feeling the other boys were 
thinking the same thing, too.
	We then got ourselves organized into our groups. Tony, Bryce, 
Nathan and I were all going to be in one cabin along with six other 
boys. I looked forward to getting to know all of them and their reasons 
for wearing diapers and for being sent to the camp.
	Finally, all ten of us filed into the cabin and we selected our 
beds. It was no surprise that the beds were all fitted with plastic 
sheets. Otherwise they were just normal beds. I knew it would take some 
getting used to sleeping in a bed since I slept in a crib at home and 
that my sleepovers were the only times I slept in a regular bed.
	We were given a few minutes to change our diapers. Tony changed 
me first while Bryce offered to change Nathan. We then reciprocated, 
although Tony ended up helping Nathan with changing Bryce's diaper. I 
looked around and saw that four of the other boys each changed 
themselves. The other two boys, who we later learned were cousins, 
changed each other, too, so we didn't feel so awkward being changed by 
someone else. Even with all of the cabin's windows open, the place 
began to stink strongly from the odors of ten heavily drenched soiled 
diapers.
	Outside of each cabin was a large garbage can. We were told that 
these were to be used for disposing our diapers. As Tony and I were 
among the last to be changed, by the time we tossed our diapers into 
the garbage, there were eight wet and poopy diapers already piled up in 
there. It was quite a site just knowing that the diapers didn't all 
come from one boy. I enjoyed this site as back home I liked looking at 
the diaper pail in the washroom and seeing that the huge pile of wet 
and soiled diapers soaking in the pail all came from me, making me 
realize how much of an impact my diaper-wearing had on the laundry.
	We all went back to the mess hall where we would finally eat and 
drink. All sixty of the boys in our group-- except for the one holdout-
- were in just our diapers, and from looking around the camp, it 
appeared that this was how everybody was going to be dressed for the 
next two weeks. It was a situation that was completely opposite of what 
I was used to back home. Whenever I went outside in front of the other 
kids in the neighborhood, I stood out by being in diapers while 
everyone else had their pants, shorts or swimwear on. Here at the camp, 
to have done that would have made someone just as conspicuous as it did 
for the one boy who elected to leave his shorts on. This is not to say 
that I wasn't paying attention to all the boys' butts clad in thick, 
white padding.
	Once we were in the mess hall we were served hot dogs, 
hamburgers, potato chips and baked beans. There was plenty of soda, 
punch and water to drink, too. It wasn't exactly home cooking and it 
was a far cry from any restaurant I had eaten in, but I was so hungry, 
thirsty and exhausted, I didn't care, and apparently neither did anyone 
else. They fed us generously.
	Throughout the day we just hung around the camp and we were 
pretty much free to do as we pleased as long as we stayed within the 
camp's marked boundaries. Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I joined in a game of 
soccer. Our diapers managed to hold up against all the running around 
that we did. One boy, however, fell forward and slid on the ground, 
causing the tapes of his diaper to release. As he got up and tried to 
put it back on, I could see that he had pooped in it. He retreated to 
his cabin holding his diaper around his waist. Another kid tore his 
diaper when he blocked a goal, and in the process, caught the back of 
his diaper on the edge of the goal post. He, too, had pooped his diaper 
and was likely due for a change anyway.
	A few hours later we were all gathered up for dinner. This time 
all 180 of the boys filed into the mess hall. It was obvious that to 
most of us, seeing so many other boys in diapers at the same time was a 
novel sight. I didn't think I could ever tire of such a viewing 
pleasure. I couldn't wait until the camp mailed its yearbook out to 
everyone, which would contain many photos similar to what I was seeing.
	The meal served was hamburgers and hot dogs again. I hoped that 
the menu would at least be varied somewhat as I couldn't look forward 
to two weeks of this every day and night.
	As evening settled in, all of our groups gathered around large 
camp fires. We sang songs, told ghost stories (with a diaper-themed 
slant added, of course), told jokes, the usual fare that was to be 
expected. After it got dark we were sent back to our cabins for the 
evening.
	All of us were due for diaper changes again. When I opened my 
bag, I was very surprised to find that two of my cloth Thickies diapers 
were in there! There was also a pair of plastic pants, and of course, 
some pins. I thought that my bag felt seemed rather full and heavier 
than when I had packed it the night before, even with a three-week 
supply of Thickies disposable diapers stuffed into it.
	"I don't remember packing these," I said.
	"What?" Tony said. He came over to me and looked into my bag to 
see what I was talking about.
	"You brought your cloth diapers!" Tony said. "And your plastic 
pants, too?" The other boys stopped and looked over at us.
	"It looks like I did, I guess," I said.
	"You know that we're supposed to wear just disposables, don't 
you?" Tony asked me.
	"Yeah. And I brought plenty of disposable diapers, but I just 
don't remember putting the cloth ones in here, or the plastic pants. 
Maybe I just did it without thinking about it, since I always wear 
them."
	"Are you gonna wear them?" Tony asked me.
	"Well, since I have them, I might as well," I said. However my 
cloth diapers got there, I was glad to see that they were there. I felt 
naked in the comparatively thinner disposables and would be glad to be 
diapered more like what I was used to having on at home.
	"How are you gonna wash them?" Tony asked.
	"I'll just wear them over my disposables, so I won't do anything 
in them," I said. I decided that I would put one of the cloth diapers 
on after Tony changed me and I had him changed, too.
	By the time Tony and changed each other, all of the other boys 
had changed as well. I couldn't wait to have those big, thick fluffy 
Thickies cloth diapers all over my butt! I reached into my bag and 
pulled them out. Immediately the other boys were drawn to them and were 
amazed by their magnitude.
	"Holy shit!" one of the boys said. When he said this, another boy 
in the corner looked up at him in a disapproving sort of way. He was 
reading a thick book, but I couldn't tell what the book was.
	"Damn, where did you get a diaper like that?" another boy asked. 
The boy in the corner glared again momentarily.
	"Well, guys, since you asked, I will take this opportunity to 
tell all of you about the diapers that my friend Tony and I wear."
	"Me, too; remember that I wear them," Nathan said.
	"Oh yeah, and Nathan, too," I added.
	"And so do I!" Bryce chimed in, proudly showing off the Thickies 
diaper that he was just changed into.
	"You have probably noticed that the three of us are wearing some 
very thick diapers. Well, appropriately enough, they're called 
Thickies. They make disposables and cloth diapers, which is what this 
one is, of course."
	"Where do you get them?" one boy asked.
	"There's a place at the mall called Kidz Klothez."
	"Yeah, my Mom gets my diapers there," one of the boys said. "What 
are they called?"
	"Just ask for Thickies," I said. I picked up one of the diapers 
and then unfolded it. A folded-up piece of paper fell out of it and 
dropped to the floor.
	"There's a note or something," Tony pointed out.
	I bent over and picked the note up off the bare wooden floor of 
the cabin. In doing so, I gave the other boys a quick show of my well-
padded derriere. I then unfolded the note and read it. I could tell 
from the handwriting that Lisa wrote it. All the lowercase I's had 
smiley faces on them as did all the O's. It said:

Dear Diaper-Butt Brother of Mine Chris,

Hi there! How's camp? I hope you're having fun. I knew that you would 
miss wearing your Thickies cloth diapers at camp since I know you just 
LOVE wearing them. Because I can be a nice sister, too, I decided to 
pack two of your cloth diapers after you had packed your bag. I betcha 
you didn't think you'd get to wear them, huh? I wrote this note the 
night before you left, and then I sneaked into your room the next 
morning while you were eating breakfast, in case you are wondering how 
and when I put your diapers in the bag. I figured you'd also look cute 
in them in front of all the other boys. They might also want to buy 
some for Thickies diapers for themselves after they see how big and 
thick they are when they see them all thickly wrapped around your butt!

I look forward to seeing you in two weeks when we all come and visit 
you! See you then! Bye!

Love and kisses XXX OOO

Your big sister, Lisa (big in more ways then one)

	"I don't believe it!" I said. "Lisa put these diapers in my bag 
for me!"
	"Why did she do that?" Tony asked.
	"Here," I said as I handed Tony the note that Lisa wrote. "Read 
this and you'll know why."
	"Lisa really isn't such a bad sister after all," Tony said.
	"She's getting older, and more mature, I suppose," I said. "We 
still have our moments. And of course, she'll never stop calling me 
'Diaper Butt' either."
	"Kara calls me that, too; I think it's cute, and I like the 
attention my diapered butt draws to her."
	"Yeah, I like it, too, I'll admit," I said. "And I am glad Lisa 
was thoughtful enough to put the cloth diapers in my bag, since, as she 
said, I love wearing them."
	"Gina calls me that all the time," Bryce said. "I guess it's 
okay, but sometimes it gets old."
	Before long, the other boys' curiosity about the Thickies diapers 
led to Tony and me more or less giving a sales pitch for the diapers. 
We had a good feeling that the Kidz Klothez store would likely gain at 
least a couple of customers as a result of my presenting the stowaway 
diapers to as many as six other prospective buyers.
	Before I had a chance to put the Thickies cloth diaper on, the 
other boys wanted to look at it and feel it, and some of them even went 
so far as to put it on over their own diapers. I told them that they 
could try the diaper on and wear it and get a feel for it, but they 
would have to take it back off and pass it around. Some of them needed 
help with the pins as they weren't used to cloth diapers. Of course all 
of them would have liked to wear it all night, and likely do other 
things in it as well, but they knew that it was my diaper and were kind 
enough to return it. It was well-stained of pee and poop, for one 
thing.
	After I had the diaper back I slipped it on over my disposable. 
It was a different feeling to have a disposable diaper next to my skin 
along with the more familiar, more comfortable and most of all, much 
thicker cloth diaper over it. I figured that since I had two of the 
diapers with me and that I was only wearing them for the feel-- and 
also to show them off to the other boys-- I decided to wear the second 
Thickies cloth diaper over the first one. I then got out the plastic 
pants and put them on, even though I didn't need them as the disposable 
diaper would retain all the wetness. Needless to say, the sight of my 
rear end bulging out with a solid mass of diapers got the attention of 
the other boys. One of the boys even brought an instant camera and took 
pictures of me in the big diapers.
	We had a few minutes more time before the lights were out for the 
night. Mike, our counselor, made his rounds and checked on us to make 
sure we were all in bed and on our best behavior, not that the 
standards were as high for good behavior here. He told us to shut the 
lights off and get to sleep, but as he probably expected, we didn't do 
this.
	We all introduced ourselves to the other boys and explained what 
we wore diapers for. An announcement was then made over the PA speakers 
outside, telling us that the lights would be out in five minutes. We 
took this to mean that we were to have the lights turned off in five 
minutes. Much to our surprise, the lights went out by themselves. All 
of the other cabins had their lights go dark on them as well. A round 
of "aww's" could then be heard from all the other cabins.
	"The lights are on a timer," said one of the boys who had 
obviously attended the camp before.
	"Did anyone bring a flashlight?" one kid asked. Apparently nobody 
thought ahead to do this, so we were stuck in the dark until sunrise.
	As I lay there in the cabin I thought about all that had happened 
that day. Most of all, I was hornier than hell from seeing all the 
other boys in their diapers at every turn. I had to jack off. I had to 
be subtle about it as if I moved too much the bed would squeak. It 
seemed that the other boys were in a similar dilemma. I could tell that 
some of them-- most likely the other 12-year-olds, including Tony, were 
being discreet about it in spite of the fact that their beds were 
squeaking at regular, rapid intervals that were familiarly consistent 
with the rate at which I usually stroked myself through my diapers. I 
wasn't able to produce as satisfactory of an ejaculation as I would 
have had I been home or at Tony's house, but at least I could relax now 
and try to sleep. In a smelly cabin full of ten diapered boys all 
tossing and turning, peeing, pooping and farting in their diapers from 
the baked beans, it was a wonder I got any sleep at all.
	As I had kept a journal of my activities at Camp Branson, I was 
able to collect some profiles about the other boys who were in our 
cabin. Of course there was no need for me to note either Tony or Bryce 
as of course, I knew all about their diaper needs and desires very 
well. From the two weeks I spent with the other boys each night, this 
is what I learned about my cabin mates:

Nathan-- He's nine years old, and just barely as he turned 9 a week 
ago. He suffered from a bladder infection when he was little and was 
kept in diapers all the time without any toilet training. He lost 
control of his bowels by always being diapered. He wears disposables 
but said he would wear cloth diapers after trying on my Thickies cloth 
diaper. He has an older brother, Luke, who wears diapers with him 
because his brother likes diapers, too and wishes he had the same 
problems as Nathan.

Vic-- Eleven years old. He was a rather chubby kid and wears small 
adult-sized Attends. He's very smart and talented. He has two younger 
brothers, ages 2 and 5. Obviously the two year-old is in diapers, but 
so is the five-year-old. He says his parents let his five-year-old 
brother wear diapers and his youngest brother will also probably want 
to wear them. Vic is also funny and makes jokes all the time.

Aaron-- ten years old, wears very thick cloth diapers at home. Aaron 
shares some amazing similarities to me. Besides the extremely thick 
cloth diapers that he wears, he has an older sister, too. His older 
sister changes his diapers and enjoys it as much as Lisa and Cindy do. 
As evidenced by his thick diaperings, his sister gets carried away with 
performing this duty. It's just as well that he likes being heavily 
diapered, since he hates wearing pants and likes to be in just his 
diapers, too, like me. He even wears diapers for the same reason, 
because he got caught pooping his underwear one time too many. Also, 
like me. He did it wearing several pairs at a time to make a diaper.

Jake-- age 11, bedwetter. He wears disposables. He said he tried cloth 
diapers but was used to disposables and prefers them. His mother always 
changes him. He has a younger sister, age 6, and a younger brother, age 
8. He says he caught his brother trying one of his diapers on and 
whenever they're home alone he lets his brother wear his diapers.

Craig-- age 9, cousin to Jake, wears disposables. He has encopresis. He 
had to talk his parents into letting him wear diapers since he got 
tired of pooping his pants all the time. His aunt and uncle (Jake's 
parents) persuaded Craig's parents. He has two older brothers, but they 
don't have anything to do with diapers and think it's gross that Craig 
wears them all the time.

Jonny-- age 12, bedwetter. Jonny has two other brothers, one age 7 and 
one age 14 who are also bedwetters and wear diapers. His 10-year-old 
sister managed to escape from inheriting the bedwetting gene, however. 
Jonny says that he and his brothers will always wear diapers even if 
they stop bedwetting. His brother tells him that when he gets older he 
will enjoy his diapers even more, but I could have told him this as 
well. Jonny and his brothers wear both cloth and disposables, depends 
on what their mother decides to use.

Billy-- I saved him for last. I couldn't get much information on him 
about his diapers, other than that he wears youth-sized Attends. He's 
12, too. He's an overzealous religious freak. He's the one that stayed 
in the corner and read his book, which was the Bible as it turned out. 
He's also the one hold-out among the entire camp who wears something 
over his diapers. He got offended whenever one of us said a swear word, 
even "damn." I noticed he bowed his head before each meal to say Grace. 
While I respected his religious behavior, I didn't like his constant 
preaching and telling me not to say the word "shit" or "piss" or 
anything that would offend him, but we all did anyway. We all got tired 
of his Bible-thumping, too. He clearly was not a good match for Camp 
Branson and he should have gone to a Bible camp instead, but probably 
didn't because he wears diapers. He was on everyone's nerves after 
awhile. Still, we eventually got the best of him towards the end of the 
two weeks.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 41-50