FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 41
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We were awakened early the next morning. It was earlier than I
cared for as I felt I needed rest. The first order of the day, of
course, was diaper changes. Everybody was at least in a wet diaper,
though as I watched the other boys take off their diapers, I saw that
many of them had pooped in theirs as well. As we would expect to be
doing every day, Tony would change my diapers and I would change his.
We might decide to trade off and I could change Bryce or even Nathan. I
was getting more confident about changing other boys' diapers and
getting them on tightly and securely without any leaks. I wasn't sure
if I wanted Lisa or Cindy to find out, though, since I like it when
they change my diapers, and they like it, too. If they knew that I
could handle changing diapers they might stop diapering me.
Bryce and Nathan were quickly getting to become good friends with
each other and they seemed to enjoy changing each other's diapers as
well. While Tony was busy taking off my plastic pants and my Thickies
cloth diapers, I watched Bryce change Nathan and make his little penis
stand up as Bryce wiped him clean, and then they reciprocated, showing
the same amount of pleasure from this exchange. Because of the extra
layers of Thickies cloth diapers that I had on over my disposables, I
was the last to be finished being changed. Billy took awhile to change
himself, too, being that he put on his shorts over his diapers, unlike
the rest of us, and he also took time to say a morning prayer. While I
had my beliefs, I didn't practice them much and I only prayed whenever
I felt troubled or afraid.
Before we all left, Billy asked us to all stand in a circle, hold
hands and pray with him.
"This isn't Vacation Bible School," Jonny said.
"I know it isn't, unfortunately," Billy said. "My parents were
going to send me to one, but I was rejected because I need to wear
diapers."
"So why did they send you here?" Aaron asked. "This is a camp
specially for making boys who wear diapers to feel better about
themselves."
"They sent me here because it was the only camp that would
accommodate boys who wear diapers, and that I could help spread the
Word while I'm here."
"Spread the word about what?" Jonny asked.
"You know, the Word, the Word of God, the Gospel."
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Jonny said.
"It's for *your* sake," Billy said. "And don't use the Lord's
name in vain."
"Aww, come on, don't start giving us all this religious horse
shit," Jake said. "That's not what I came here for."
"Please don't say that word," Billy said.
"Okay, horse CRAP!" Jake replied sardonically. "You happy? Or
should I say horse POOP?! Horse dung? Horse droppings? Horse muffins?
Horse doo-doo? Horse ca-ca? Horse turds? What do you want?"
"Just say 'horse shit!'" Jonny said. Jonny then told us to join
him in chanting "Horse shit! Horse shit!" over and over. Every one of
us was chanting. Billy got the message loud and clear and he told us to
shut up.
At about this time, Mike came to our cabin and told us to get our
diapered butts over to the mess hall since breakfast was ready. This
interrupted Billy's attempt to give us a sermon before eating, so we
all left the cabin and joined the other boys for breakfast. We had
pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. It was all a tad too
greasy, but it was still good and hearty and we ate lots. With as much
food as they served us it seemed that they wanted us boys to produce a
lot of poopy diapers. I could only imagine what the dumpster would look
like after just one day's worth of disposed diapers from 180 boys.
After breakfast, we set out to go on a hike that went towards the
top of a nearby mountain. As the camp guide had instructed us to bring,
we all had backpacks and canteens on us to take on the hike, as well as
plenty of diapers as we would likely be gone for most of the day. With
as much water as we would be drinking I expected to become very wet by
the time it was time for a diaper change.
The hike didn't seem like it would be that far from where we were
and the mountain to which we would be hiking wasn't as high in
elevation as the others that we were told we would hike to later on.
This particular hike was designated for all of the first-time attendees
at the camp to help us to get accustomed to day-long physical activity.
From the 60 boys in our age group, about half of them were first-
timers, including Tony and I, of course, plus Bryce and Nathan. In
fact, from within our own cabin, only Aaron and Vic were not included
in the hike as they had previously attended the camp and had thus been
directed to partake in other activities. The hike looked and sounded
like it would be fun and I was in the mood for exploring uncharted
territory.
We were guided by two of the counselors and some of the older
boys, whom, for the sake of reference, we considered as counselors as
well. We were all to take the hike in only our diapers, and we were
told that there were other camps in the area, so we may be spotted
sporting our didees by other groups, some of which consisted entirely
of girls. While I didn't think this would be much of a problem for me
since I was used to my sisters and their friends seeing me in diapers,
other boys said they had never been seen by a girl in their diapers
before and hoped that we wouldn't encounter any other hikers.
As expected, Billy hadn't yet taken off his shorts in spite of
being told that we were all to wear only our diapers on the hike. He
outright refused to do so.
"Aren't you coming on the hike with us?" Troy, who was one of the
counselors, asked Billy. He stood there with his arms folded and said,
"No!"
"Look, after you get through this, then you can wear your shorts
again," Troy told Billy.
"This is sin that you guys are committing!" Billy said.
"Sin? What do you mean, this is sin?" Troy asked. "I'm no expert
on the Bible or the Ten Commandments, but I don't think what we are
doing falls under any of them. Does anyone here recall reading 'thou
shalt not weareth thy diapers in the absence of shorts?'"
"Forget it, I'm not going on this stupid hike!" Billy said as he
walked away from the group.
"There's a nice reward at the end!" Troy shouted towards Billy.
"Look, I know what *my* reward will be when I reach *my* end!"
Billy said. "If you haven't been saved, you might want to think about
that for a moment."
Troy then chased after Billy, but Billy managed to disappear into
the crowd of boys in the camp. Even the fact that his dark blue denim
shorts stood out in a sea of white diapers, he was able to evade
detection.
"What's gonna happen to Billy?" Craig asked Troy.
"We'll come up with something," he said with a smile.
"If anyone deserves whatever you're planning to do, it's Billy,"
I said. The other boys who heard me responded to my remark with
unanimous approval, as Billy had already become known throughout the
camp as a "Holy Roller" and a royal pain in the diapered ass.
Before we all left, the counselors examined our packs to make
sure we had the right supplies and in the right amount. They also made
a couple boys who didn't pack enough diapers to go back to their cabins
to get them.
"You're not going to find any diapers growing on a tree or a bush
out there, you know," one of the counselors told the boys.
The hike was on at last. We walked away from the camp area and
followed a trail that remained flat as it followed the shore of the
lake. In front of me I looked at the other boys' butts, seeing how
their rear ends were all padded up only by their diapers. Each step
they took caused the creases of their diapers wedged up into their
butts to shift left and right. Having a good view of many of the boys
from behind I was watching waiting for someone to shit his diapers, and
it wasn't long before one of them did. It was the boy right in front of
me, in fact. I watched him walking funny just moments before a big pile
of poop came out of his butt and instantly formed a visible bulging
pile of crap in his diaper, being that he was wearing a relatively thin
diaper. As Tony and I were walking abreast, I looked over at him and I
could barely see a small tent in the front of his diaper, being that
the Thickies diaper obscured most of his erection's presence. Of
course, I had an erection, too. We looked again at the boy in front of
us.
Several boys had already either wet, messed or done both in their
diapers before we got too much farther. We hadn't even begun the ascent
to the top of the mountain as we had just turned off of the lake shore
trail. I could only imagine what everyone would be like by the time we
got to the top of the mountain, to say nothing of the hike back.
Hopefully we would get to stop along the way to change our diapers.
We went up the trail as it began a steep ascent. I looked behind
me and I could see the camp in the distance. The climb was beginning to
get more strenuous, and I hadn't even wet or messed my diaper, at least
not yet. As I was walking, I suddenly felt pee pouring out of me and
soaking up my diaper all the way through the crotch and back to the
seat. It was like a flash flood in my diaper.
Apparently my wetting elicited Tony's bladder release. Just after
I wet my diaper I watched the wetness stripes on the front of Tony's
diaper turn green. His wetting was further evidenced by a yellow tint
and some extra bulk in the crotch. It wasn't long before Bryce and
Nathan were also in piss-soaked diapers.
We had only been on the hike for what seemed like an hour, maybe
an hour and a half. Many of the other boys were wanting to stop for a
diaper change. Some of them hadn't changed at all since early this
morning. Luckily for Tony, Nathan and I, our Thickies were holding up
well and could take more wetting as well as some messing which was due
to hit before too long with all the food we ate for breakfast. I
promised that I would let Bryce wear one of my Thickies when it came
time for us to change our diapers. Regardless of the conditions of
everyone's diapers, we kept moving. The trail became narrower and even
steeper yet. In fact, we had to eventually go up the trail single file.
The same boy who had soiled his diaper a ways back was in front of me
again. As he climbed the hill in front of me he stuck his shit-stinky
butt in my face. Tony was right behind me, getting a close-up look at
my behind, a sight I knew he enjoyed as much as I did when I was the
one behind him.
Suddenly, with little warning, my bowels went to work and
released a load of poop into my diaper. Tony watched as the pile of wet
turds quickly filled up the back of my diapers, barely able to tell
from sight alone that I pooped. Mostly , he could only hear it and
smell it as I took a shit.
"You just shit right in my face!" Tony said.
"I do that all the time," I said. "Remember the last time we
played Twister?"
"Sort of gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'shitfaced',
doesn't it?" Tony remarked.
Tony was next to unload his bowels, giving Bryce a faceful of
flatulence and feces. Nathan and Bryce had soiled their diapers soon
afterwards. Bryce's poop was sagging and weighing down his diapers and
he kept whining about letting us stop so that he could change. When we
reached a point on the trail where I could see the other boys ahead of
me, there was a line of white diaper-covered butts, with many of them
showing signs of being pooped in.
We finally reached the top of the climb and stopped for a moment
to take some drinks and get some sustenance from our snacks. The view
was breathtaking! I got out my camera and took a picture of the vista.
I also got some pictures of the other boys in their well-used diapers.
Not a single one of us was dry, and as far as I could tell, all of us
had pooped, too.
"Is this it?" Bryce asked.
"We have a ways to go still," Kevin, who was one of the
counselors, said to him.
"You mean we're not there yet?" one boy asked.
"Nope," Kevin said as he pointed out the mountaintop that
remained in the distance, albeit closer than what it appeared to be
when we left.
"This is the halfway point," Kevin told us. He, Troy, and the
older boys looked around and seemed to be satisfied with the conditions
of our diapers. The hike then continued on at this point.
The last half of the hike seemed to take even longer than the
first half. It was getting harder and harder for us to navigate the
steep terrain and narrow trails with all of us wearing pee- and poop-
filled diapers. We were also becoming fatigued at this point. I
imagined how bad it would be if we were not allowed to change at all
and had to go back wearing the same diapers.
I peed and pooped more and even my Thickies disposable diapers
were starting to reach their capacity and would soon get to where they
couldn't take it anymore. I had to feel sorry for the other boys who
were wearing just regular diapers. It gave me sort of a superiority
complex. No doubt it would give me a good testimony for the folks at
CKM Products to use in a commercial if I were to appear in one. For a
moment I began to think about whether or not any sort of notice had
been sent to my house to let me know whether or not I was going to be
chosen. My mind then returned to the strenuous hike.
Having left my watch back at the cabin, I had no idea what time
of day it was. Judging by the time we left and the position of the sun
in the sky and the shadows of the trees, I estimated that we had been
out for about four hours now and the time was approaching noon. I had
only worn a disposable diaper for this long when I was in school and by
this time I was always ready for a change. Given the amount of water I
had consumed, had it not been for Thickies diapers I would have been in
trouble by now. I felt like I was in trouble anyway.
The three of us who were in Thickies diapers were faring better
than the other boys. Many of them had started to get leaks in their
diapers, and Bryce was no exception. I watched as some boys were
leaving a trail of pee behind them as they hiked. Many of them had
brown poop deposits forming around their bottoms at the leg openings of
their diapers. The smell of pee and pooped remained around me as I was
among so many other boys whose diapers were well beyond full. One boy's
diaper even fell off of him as it became so heavy. He was so
embarrassed as he stood there naked, his butt completely covered in
shit. He asked if we could stop so that he could change, but the group
kept moving. A few boys stayed with him for moral support, if you will,
including Tony, Bryce, Nathan and myself. He seemed to be appreciative
of our presence and the fact that we weren't laughing at his plight
unlike some of the boys--most of them from the older age group-- who
expressed amusement over this boy's situation before disappearing over
the next crest of the treacherous trail.
The boy took off his backpack and grabbed a diaper out of it.
"Mind if one of us changes you?" Tony asked the boy.
"I can do it myself," he replied. "But thanks anyway," he added
to indicate that he appreciated the offer. He looked up at Tony and
noted that his diaper as well as mine and Nathan's were still holding
up and only showing minor signs of leakage.
"What kind of diapers are those?" the hapless, naked, dirty and
smelly boy asked the three of us who were fortunate enough to be
wearing Thickies diapers.
"They're called Thickies," I volunteered to answer. "I won't wear
anything else anymore."
"Well, they're certainly thick," the boy said as he paused for a
breath. "They must hold a lot."
"They do," I said. "But even now, I'm afraid mine is about to
burst and fall off like yours did," I said.
"Can I trade you one of your diapers for mine?" he asked. I knew
he was desperate, but after he asked if he could wear one of the
diapers I saw his penis go from limp to stiff when Tony offered to let
him wear one in exchange for a diaper of his own.
"Thanks!" the boy said as she looked over the Thickies diaper
before trying to clean himself up on the thirty-degree slope of the
trail. He only cleaned himself up enough to get the excess poop wiped
off of his buttocks and out of his crotch before putting the Thickies
diaper on himself. It was a little big on him as he was only ten or
eleven and smaller than Tony, but he pulled the tapes tightly enough to
get it to fit tightly and securely.
"Thanks!" the boy said again as Tony took his hand and helped him
to stand up.
"Any time," Tony said. "What's your name?"
"Richard," he said. "You can call me Rich," he said. The rest of
us introduced ourselves.
"We'd better get going and catch up with the others," I said. We
put our backpacks back on and tried to run up to the top of the next
hill, hoping that the group would have stopped and waited. The trail
hit a straightaway and there was no sign of the rest of the group at
all. We were stopped for at least ten minutes and had a lot of catching
up to do. With the exception of Rich, we all had to try running as fast
as we could with the heavy packs and wearing soggy, shit-heavy diapers.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 42
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"Where the hell are they?" I asked. Of course this was a
rhetorical question and I didn't really expect anyone to answer.
"They're up that way I hope," Tony said as he pointed to the
trail ahead of us.
"Not too many places to go around here," Bryce commented. Given
the narrow trail that we were on, he was right.
"Well, come on, let's hurry; they're probably waiting for us," I
said. It seemed that somehow everyone thought I was the leader, so I
more or less assumed this role.
The trail kept climbing, each turn looked the same as the last--
endless trees on each side, but no signs of meeting up with the rest of
our group. Suddenly we reached a fork in the trail.
"Shit, now where do we go?" I asked as we stopped and
contemplated the fifty-fifty odds. We tried to figure out which of the
two trails was likely to lead to the summit. We looked at the ground to
see which trail appeared to have more footprints on it. While this was
a fairly reliable indicator, we knew that the rest of the boys were on
the trail heading to the right when we noticed that there were poop
droppings on the ground, an indication that somebody else's diaper
didn't hold up for the duration of the hike.
"They had to have gone this way," I said.
"No shit?" Richard said incredulously. "How do you know?"
"Well, the answer in this case is 'yes shit,'" I said as I
pointed to the ground. It was indeed, fresh poop and it had to have
come from one of the boys. As intimately familiar as I was with my own
poop that I put in my diapers, I was no expert in scatology, but I
still knew that they weren't animal droppings on the ground.
We hurried as fast as we could to try catching up with the rest
of the group. We were surprised how much distance they had to have
gained in the ten minutes we stopped. Everyone was starting to feel
pooped, both in terms of fatigue and definitely in terms of in their
diapers. I was starting to get weary. I took another drink from my
canteen, but this only provided momentary relief. It was only going to
wind up as pee in wherever there was room for it in my very soaked
diaper, anyway.
Bryce had just pooped in his diaper some more. Which proved to be
its undoing, literally. I had watched him try to walk up the trail in
that overloaded diaper. Never had I seen him load a diaper so much. He
was in desperate need of a diaper change like all of us except for
Rich. His diaper had been dripping pee and poop, and after awhile it
buckled under the weight of its content and fell off of him!
Bryce was embarrassed and even crying that he had lost his
diaper. He looked just like Rich did a few minutes ago-- naked and
very, very dirty.
"So do we let Bryce change and fall farther behind, or do we just
keep going and hope to catch up with the others?"
"We'd better catch up with them; hopefully they'll send someone
back to check on us," I said.
"I'd like to change into a clean diaper," Bryce said.
"Well, you're not going to be able to clean up very well, and the
minute you put a diaper on it's going to be dirty right away since it's
going to soak up all that poopy mess all over your butt," I said to
him.
"I can't believe this happened," Bryce said, trying to appear
mature in front of the other boys with whom he wasn't very acquainted,
but failing to do so as he shed a couple tears.
"Could be worse," I said as I tried to comfort him. "We're up in
the mountains, where nobody sees us, except maybe a deer, and they
don't give a shit. It's not like you're in the middle of downtown."
"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
We were losing all that we may have gained in trying to catch up
with the rest of the group and we had to get going. Bryce had to roll
up his diaper and tote it around in his backpack as there were very
strict regulations regarding littering along the trail. Bryce's entire
diaper was so full of piss and shit that when he rolled it up he got
piss and shit all over his hands. He just tossed it into the pack and
zipped it back up. He hiked naked and dripped little pooplings behind
him here and there while the rest of us still endured the discomfort of
wearing overused diapers. As Bryce wasn't encumbered by this
impediment, he was able to move ahead of us. I looked at his butt as
the slimy poop that coated his entire backside glistened in the sun. He
was about a hundred feet ahead of us when he shouted, "hey guys! I see
them!"
We all ran to catch up to him. I could feel my diaper trying to
come off as its weight was more than what even a Thickies diaper was
designed to carry, and had it not been for the super strong tapes that
they use, I would have likely been bare-poopy-ass naked just like
Bryce.
As I looked ahead I could see a line of diapered butts that stood
out in the shadows of the dense forest. I knew they weren't white-
tailed deer, but rather, white-tailed boys. Apparently one of them
acknowledged us and said to the group that we were coming. With this,
we all ran as fast as we could. In doing so, one of the other boys lost
his diaper and had to hold it around his loins. He was leaking pee and
poop everywhere. It was running down his legs. His socks were soaked in
brown, juicy shit.
Finally, we caught up with the others. By the looks of the other
boys, they were all in desperate need of a diaper change. In fact, at
least a dozen other boys either voluntarily took off their diapers and
took the rest of the hike naked, or their diapers gave out on them and
buckled under the weight and the strain of over half a day's worth of
pee and poop. Nobody in the camp was a light wetter or messer, at least
nobody in the hiking group was.
"How far to the top?" one kid asked, tired and desperate for a
diaper change as we all were.
"It's a little ways still, but we'll be stopping soon to clean up
and change, take a break, have something to eat," Kevin told us. He
looked around and seemed to be satisfied that we were all so soaking
wet and dirty. We then continued on. From where we were I could see a
series of waterfalls in the distance, up on the next ledge, which the
trail would lead us to.
"That's our stopping point, boys," Troy said as he pointed to the
waterfalls.
"Those are hot springs up there," he explained. "We're fortunate
for Mother Nature to have provided us a shower stall; this is where
we'll stop and let you boys clean up and re-diaper yourselves, or each
other, whichever your preference is. Then we'll eat some lunch, rest
up, and then head back to the camp."
I didn't think we'd ever reach the designated stopping point, but
I was glad to see that we finally did. Everyone was hungry, thirsty,
tired, and very wet and poopy. We sat down on fallen logs, rocks,
anything that served as a seat as we all rested.
"Congratulations, boys, you made it," Troy said to us.
"I am such a mess!" I said to Tony.
"I'm not exactly freshly changed myself," he said.
"None us are," Bryce commented. Looking around at all the other
boys who still had diapers on, their diapers couldn't have possibly
gotten any more dirty. Everyone had a solid brown stain that spanned
his entire diaper seat, and the fronts of everyone's diapers were
heavily tainted and swollen in yellow urine. It really stank as the
smells of thirty unchanged-diaper-wearing boys surrounded me.
Even my Thickies diaper was starting to leak. I looked at Tony,
Bryce and Nathan and their diapers were starting to show signs of
strain as well, but at least our butts were still white for the most
part. Because of the extra absorption capacity of our diapers, they
were especially bulky-looking, and as heavy as they felt, I could see
why such strong tape had to be used in order to support the weight.
After having seen how well our diapers held up over the course of
the hike, a lot of the boys were interested in what kind of diapers the
three of us "Thickies" boys were wearing. Many of them took a look at
how much thicker and higher the diapers went up on us, comparing them
to their own diapers and wishing they were wearing what we had on. They
commented on how much better our diapers held up than theirs did,
acknowledging that they looked at us and noted that we didn't have as
much leakage, to say nothing of the fact that our diapers stayed on in
the first place.
Some of the boys even offered to trade our Thickies diapers for
their conventional diapers, but without any incentive to do so and that
we were on limited supplies, we had to tell the boys that we wouldn't
trade. The boys did ask us, however, where to get the diapers, and of
course, Tony and I told them. Hopefully this would mean some extra
business for Kidz Klothez the day after we got home from camp.
After having rested up for a little bit, Mike got our attention
and he told those of us who still had our diapers on to take them off,
toss them in the garbage can that had been provided by the Forest
Service for hikers to use. After this we were to then go over to the
hot springs nearby and clean ourselves up. There was also another hot
springs down a little ways farther that also had a large pool of warm
water at the base of the springs. This would give us a chance to have
some fun and go skinny dipping for a few minutes. For the sake of
keeping the water in the pool clean, we were told to only use the
closest springs for cleaning off and the other one for swimming in. I'm
sure none of us would have a problem with that, lest we be swimming in
each other's shit.
I undid the tapes of my diaper, tearing it in the process as the
diaper hit the ground and sprayed piss-laced shit all over mine, Tony's
and Nathan's legs upon its impact. Tony's diaper did the same thing
when he removed it. Our socks were sprayed with shit and we would need
to change these as well. Tony and I carried our diapers over to the
garbage and threw them in with the other diapers. What a vile smell
that garbage can was! I felt sorry for whoever had the job of
collecting the garbage along the hiking trails around here, especially
when Camp Branson was in session.
"Your ass is such a mess, Chris!" Tony said.
"So is yours," I said, seeing that a solid swath of poop coated
literally every square inch of his butt and then some. In fact, every
single boy heading towards the hot springs was brown-butted. Nathan and
Bryce had already walked over to the springs. I saw them standing naked
and letting the water pour over them, cleaning them off. Tony and I
joined them a couple minutes later. Even though the water was warm, it
was still a very refreshing feeling after being so hot, sweaty and
stinky for the last couple hours. As there was so much of the naturally
heated water coming out of the rocks above, I was instantly cleaned of
my messy bottom as was Tony. The combination of the warm water pouring
over my body and especially my genitals, and the site of all the other
naked, wet boys made me get an instant hard-on. I tried to avoid it,
but I couldn't help it when my dick got stiff from such tactile and
visual stimulation. I was relieved to see that Tony and most of the
other boys were sporting erections, too.
After the shower, we all decided to go down to the other springs
and do some skinny-dipping. It felt funny to be running around outdoors
completely naked. I wasn't even used to being naked for this long since
I was in heavy, thick diapers all of the time except for a few minutes
at a time during diaper changes and during showers at home. My biggest
concern wasn't that I felt insecure about letting other boys see me
without clothes on as much as the fact that without diapers, I could
pee and poop at any time and I needed the protection. In fact, one boy
started pooping while walking over to the pool. I was glad he didn't
get in the water before this happened. I hoped that I wouldn't have an
accident in the water in spite of the fact that it was a steady stream
that replenished itself.
Tony, Bryce, Nathan, Richard and I all gathered together in one
corner of the natural swimming pool as it was. The water was only three
feet deep where we were and it splashed down into a stream that led to
a nearby creek. The warm water felt good and relaxing.
Nathan suddenly jumped out of the water and stood at the edge of
the pool. He held onto his penis and began peeing over the rocks.
"I didn't want to piss in the water," he said. "Everybody's
swimming in it."
I was afraid that I would do worse than have a sudden need to
piss, and as it turned out, I had a bowel movement while I was sitting
there in the water. The water was clear enough to see the bottom of the
pool-- green with moss and algae from the warm water-- until I pooped
at which point a big, brown cloud suddenly formed around me. Everyone
got out of the pool when they saw what I had done and stood at the
edge, waiting for the tainted water to dissipate. By this time, we were
told to head back to the main trail and get ourselves re-diapered for
the hike back.
Just as we had done back at the camp, Tony diapered me and I
diapered Tony. As I expected, Bryce and Nathan reciprocated each
other's diaper changing duties as well. In fact, most of the boys
relied on another partner to change their diapers. It was either this,
or that it was just more satisfying to let someone else handle your
diaper change, which I certainly felt was more satisfying.
Before we headed back to the camp, we sat around and ate our
lunches, consisting of granola snacks and other high-protein foods. We
even had a campfire going so that we could roast hot dogs. By this time
everybody was rested up, diapered and ready to make the long hike back
to the camp.
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The hike back to camp seemed longer even though most of it was
downhill. Some of us underestimated our supplies and were out of food,
water and diapers. Along the way we did happen upon a large group of
girl campers who were coming up the trail, just as we had been told
that this might happen. Being gentleboys, we all stepped to the side
and let the girls pass through. The girls said hello and smiled. They
all had on short shorts, but their thighs were not as exposed as ours
were since we had no shorts on at all. Many of them giggled as they
stared at us all standing there in our diapers. A few of them were
grossed out when they realized how bad some of us smelled. Some of the
boys had poop leaking out the backs of their diapers. Just to make sure
the girls could get a good glimpse of my well-diapered butt I bent over
to tie my shoe as they went by us, although it didn't need to be tied
until I untied it on purpose. I estimated that there had to have been
about fifty of these girls. I could only imagine what they would say as
soon as one of them lifted the lid on that garbage can by the hot
springs.
We were all tired, sore, hungry, thirsty, sunburned, scratched
and scraped, dirty, insect-bitten, and most of all, our diapers were in
need of changing again and we all stank. Some of the boys didn't make
it back with their diapers still on. The boys in the camp were quite
amused seeing some of us returning bare naked and our butts covered
with poop. Some of the "veteran" boys at the camp had been on the hike
in previous years and were glad to see it happening to someone else
instead of them. Luckily for Tony, Nathan, and me, we all had our
Thickies diapers on us to last for the rest of the hike.
We went down to the lake to clean ourselves up. We just simply
stripped off our diapers and walked into the water. The water was
already murky from mud and other sediment. We spread ourselves out so
that everyone's poop wouldn't become too concentrated in one area. Upon
leaving the water we put on clean diapers on and returned to the camp.
By this time evening had set in. We had dinner and then, in the grand
tradition of summer camps all around, we gathered around the campfire
and roasted marshmallows and sang songs, all of us in just our diapers-
- except, of course, for Billy. Of course he insisted we sing a few
hymns, but nobody but he knew any of the words to most of them.
When we returned to our cabin, I was ready to lie down at last to
relax and rest my sore and aching muscles. Tony gave me a backrub and
then I did the same for him, which of course afforded me another chance
to stare at his diapered butt for several minutes. I had a good feeling
that he enjoyed looking at my diapered butt while giving me a backrub
as well.
After we had a chance to rest up I let the other boys read copies
of my diaper stories that I brought along. Nathan liked the stories and
giggled when he told us that reading them gave him a woodie. The
stories were passed around and read by all the other boys, except, of
course, for Billy, who read of his Scriptures instead. I didn't have a
problem with that and I respected his reading preferences, just as long
as he kept it to himself and minded his own business.
After awhile the other boys got to talking about things like
peeing and pooping in their diapers as well as jacking off and changing
other boys' diapers, the different types of diapers that we all wore,
the different people who changed us and dealt with our stinky butts all
the time. In a nutshell we talked about things that were inherently
arousing to any boy who enjoyed wearing diapers. We had a common bond
and it put us at ease to talk about it. We talked about the scenes that
I wrote about in the stories, and I even encouraged some of the other
boys to try writing some stories of their own, which they planned to do
when they got home, promising to mail me copies as they got them
written. I sensed that I was forming some good friendships with the
other boys, even if I would only remain in contact with them through
mail, seeing them only once a year at the camp if they and I came back.
Even after the lights went off for the night we continued to talk
about diapers, making up impromptu stories and just being plain silly.
Those of us who were old enough to do so began jerking off in our
diapers.
Billy remained silent up to this point. When he decided that he
could take no more of this "vulgar and obscene" language about us
wearing diapers, he spoke up. He told us that we were committing sin
and that we would be punished for engaging in the "pleasures of the
flesh", as he called it. We all blew him off and continued to tell
dirty jokes and get away with things that we could never say in front
of our parents. Billy, however, wasn't our parents, but he acted like
he was trying to be.
Jonny, who was the most outspoken in his annoyance over Billy's
unsolicited evangelism, outright said to Billy, "shut up, or I'm going
to shove your Bible up your ass!"
Billy, whose strong religious devotion gave him a more peaceable
disposition, showed no reaction to Jonny's threat. Instead, he asked
Jonny, "have you thought about being saved yet?"
"Yeah, I have," Jonny said. Billy's face expressed exuberance,
albeit only briefly.
"I hope my parents or somebody comes in here and saves me from
going insane listening to you preach all the time!"
"Think about it, your only way to Heaven is through Him," Billy
said.
"Look, I know what I believe, and I'm tired of it!" Jonny said.
"I'll keep you in my prayers," Billy said.
"You do that!" Jonny said. At about this time Kevin made his
rounds and told us to quiet down. This, however, didn't signal an end
to the day's activities.
I had been sleeping soundly until this evening's double-helping
of beans caught up with me. I woke up with gas pains in my stomach and
an incredible need to fart, so, along with a good load of poop, I
relieved myself of the pressure building up inside of me. Having put on
the Thickies cloth diaper that Lisa was kind enough to include in my
bag, this helped to muffle the sound, but did little for the smell, not
that it mattered since the cabin smelled of dirty diapers and
flatulence anyway.
Before I could get to sleep, I heard one of the boys stirring. He
got out of his bed and then rummaged through his stuff. I quietly sat
up and watched. I could tell it was Jonny. I tried to figure out what
he was doing. He went over to the corner where Billy's bed was located.
Billy was snoring and in a deep sleep. Jonny slowly pulled back the
covers that were on top of Billy. At first I thought he was going to
scare Billy awake or do something to stop his infernal snoring, but
whatever he was doing, he was very stealthy and quiet about it. A
couple minutes later I realized that Jonny had successfully removed
Billy's sweat pants without waking him! Apparently Billy was a very
sound sleeper, and with this, the successful removal of Billy's sweat
pants left him to lie in his bed wearing only his diaper, just like the
rest of us were.
I was silently cheering Jonny, amazed that he could pull off such
a stunt, literally "pull off." I was glad to see that justice was being
served, and hopefully Billy would cease his preaching to the rest of us
after this. I continued to watch Jonny as he groped around the floor
apparently looking for Jonny's shorts.
I was too excited to go back to sleep, so I decided to offer some
help. I reached underneath my bed and grabbed my flashlight and then I
got up. I slowly walked over to Jonny. My Thickies cloth diaper helped
to silence the disposable diaper that I was wearing underneath. When
Jonny heard the floor creak, he knew that I was up.
"Want some help?" I whispered to Jonny. I then handed him the
flashlight so he could find what he was after.
"Thanks," he said in the quietest whisper possible.
Without saying a word, we both crouched down to the floor and
shone the flashlight underneath Billy's bed where he would not detect
its beam. We found his shorts and I grabbed them while Jonny wielded
the flashlight. He then directed the light over to Billy's backpack,
indicating that he wanted to get any other shorts that Billy had with
him. While Jonny shone the light on his backpack, I rummaged through
it, moving several notebooks full of Billy's scripture notes out of the
way to uncover one other pairs of shorts, as well as his socks. I left
the socks behind, but the shorts were going with us. I wasn't sure what
Jonny had in mind, but I knew that his intentions were to get back at
Billy, seeing that modesty was Billy's greatest weakness.
With two pairs of Billy's shorts in my hand and with his sweats
and my flashlight in Jonny's hands, Jonny turned off the flashlight and
headed towards the door. So far, so good. We were as quiet as a mouse,
assuming that mice didn't fart. The silence was broken when I let out a
long, sustained fart along with more runny poop. My Thickies cloth
diaper could only do so much to mute my farts.
"Dammit!" I thought. "Now Billy's gonna wake up and catch us!"
While Billy remained asleep, Tony and Bryce were awakened by my
butt blast as my rear end was right above them. Vic was also awakened.
Jonny shone the flashlight into Vic's face. Vic shielded his eyes from
the beam.
"What are you guys doing?" Vic asked.
"Shh!" Jonny shushed Vic. He then silently gestured to Vic, Tony
and Bryce to stay put and to be quiet. Jonny and I stood at the door.
If opened slowly, it would squeak loudly, so Jonny grabbed hold of the
knob and swiftly swung the door all the way open. Jonny then told me to
stay put a moment as he went back into the cabin and went over to Tony.
"If Billy wakes up and realizes his pants are missing, don't tell
him a thing, okay?" Jonny said as he whispered to Tony.
"Okay," Tony said, trying not to laugh.
We were finally out of the cabin, ready to do whatever Jonny had
in mind. We had to speak very softly as we didn't want to wake anyone
in the other cabins. We kept our mouths quiet, but both of us were
still passing gas from the beans and our butts were doing more talking
than we would have liked.
"Keep it down!" Jonny said as I blasted a fart that covered an
entire octave over two seconds.
"Sorry, can I help it if I got the farts?" I said as I let out
another fart, albeit shorter and quieter, but just as smelly.
We walked through the camp in the dark, trying to keep quiet as
we listened to the crickets chirping and the crinkling sounds of our
diapers, though of course, my diaper made less noise with the Thickies
cloth diaper over the disposable. The moon was past its full stage but
it still gave us enough light to see where we were going without the
flashlight. Our white diapers allowed us to see where each of us was in
the moonlight.
We walked away from the cabins and past the main facilities
building, over to the driveway that led out of the camp. At the end of
the driveway was the flagpole, only that it had no flag.
"Aww, not the flagpole!" I said, trying to suppress his laughter.
"That is so clich�!"
"It's still funny," Jonny said. "Besides, just think of how Billy
will react when he finds out that he has nothing to wear over his
diapers!"
We were both laughing at this point. Apparently Jonny had raised
a few flags in his time as he knew what he was doing when he attached
Billy's sweatpants to the rope while I held my flashlight and shone it
so he could see what he was doing. With the gibbous moon in front of us
we saw the silhouette of Billy's sweatpants against the night sky
heading up to about thirty feet in the air. A light wind made the pants
legs flap around a little.
We were barely able to contain our laughter as we watched two
sets of pants legs waving in the wind. We were farting and shitting our
diapers as we gathered around the flagpole and looked at Billy's pants
so high above us.
"It won't last long, since someone's gonna take them down when
they see them," I said.
"I've got that taken care of, too," Jonny said as he took a key
from the base of the flagpole and held it up.
"They left the key in here!" Jonny said. "How conveen-nient!" he
added, imitating the voice of the Church Lady from Saturday Night Live,
ironic, as it was the Church Boy we were dealing with.
"Well isn't that special!" I said, also imitating the same
character's voice.
"Hey, that's not bad!" Jonny remarked.
"Thanks," I said. "What are you going to do with the key?" I
asked Jonny.
"Well, since nobody's diapers have any pockets, I guess we'll
have to use the pocket on Billy's other shorts," he said. He took both
of the pairs I was holding and he stuck the key in the pocket of one of
them.
"Where are we going now?" I asked.
"Follow me," Jonny said. "And don't say a word!"
P-T-T-H-H-H-H! Out came another fart through my diapers.
"That goes for your butt, too," he added.
He led me back over to the cabins. We went to a cabin where some
of the older boys were sleeping. I was wondering what Jonny was
thinking, but I didn't want to get caught, and thus I maintained
silence. Jonny told me to stay at a distance while he went up to the
cabin. I stood and watched as he took both pairs of shorts and then, he
suddenly opened the door to the cabin, tossed both pairs inside and
then shut the door. He then started running back to me where we were
out of earshot of the other boys sleeping.
"Okay, back to the cabin, but don't run," Jonny said.
"Why not?" I asked, thinking at this point this was the only
sensible thing to do.
"If you run, then you'll be huffing and puffing when you get back
to our cabin, and Billy might hear us come back in," Jonny explained.
"Oh yeah, good thinking," I said. "How do you know to do all
this?" I asked Jonny.
"Because I did it at another camp one time," he said. "This kid
was making fun of me for wearing diapers, so I did the same thing, only
that I didn't have to take his pants off in his sleep. Best of all
somebody else got blamed for it!"
I figured it out. Jonny had planned it so that the kids from the
other cabin would look like they were responsible as Billy's shorts
would be in the cabin along with the key to the flagpole.
"So why them?" I asked. "What did they do?"
"A couple of the kids in there are assholes," Jonny said. "Two of
them go to my school and they're real pricks. They think they're so
cool because they're going on the football team next year. They told me
that if I ever tell anyone that they wear diapers, they'll kick the
crap out of me, never mind the fact that they tell everyone at school
that I wear diapers."
"I thought all diaper wearers were cool," I said.
"There's always a few assholes in any group," Jonny said. "I also
found out that one of the kids in there is also going around the camp
preaching to people and shit," Jonny added.
"Sounds like he and Billy ought to get together," I said.
"Actually, here's the best part," Jonny said. He paused for a
moment as he tried to stifle his laughter.
"He and Billy are with different churches, and they're competing
against each other, trying to see who can win over the most converts!"
"This will be good!" I said.
Jonny and I laughed some more about what we had done, and then we
quietly returned to the cabin and got back into our beds. Billy never
suspected a thing, that is, until morning.
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I couldn't wait until Billy woke up to discover that his sweat
pants were missing from his body, and missing altogether. It wasn't
long before I heard him stirring to a rude awakening.
"What?" I heard him exclaim as he threw back the covers. In my
imagination I pictured him looking down at his bare legs and his
presumably wet diaper. He was panicking. "My pants! My pants! What
happened to my pants?!"
I didn't have the best view, so I couldn't see what was happening
without drawing too much attention to myself. Nathan was able to see
everything, so according to his account of what he had observed, Billy
threw the covers off the bed and looked all around his mattress for his
sweat pants, ignoring the fact that he was fully exposing his diapers
to everyone who was awake to see it, and by that time, with all the
noise Billy was making, everyone was awake.
As Billy was preoccupied, he didn't see us all laughing at his
pantlessness predicament and trying to keep ourselves quiet. He had
gotten up from his bed. He wrapped the sheets around him he lifted his
mattress, and then looked underneath the bed.
"All right!" he demanded. "Who did it?"
"Did what?" Vic asked innocently.
"Somebody took my pants off of me in my sleep last night!" Billy
stated angrily. It was taking everything I had to keep from bursting
into a fit of hysterical cackling. Jonny was snickering, too, also
barely able to contain his amusement.
By this time we were all sitting up and awake. Billy was looking
at every one of us. I managed to keep a straight face, perhaps because
I was so fearful of getting caught.
"Now come on, I know it was one of you guys!" Billy yelled.
"Can you prove it?" Jake asked.
"I will," he said. "Who else would have done it?"
"Maybe it was some kid from another cabin," Jonny said.
"It *had* to have been one of *you* guys!" Billy insisted. "Who
did it?! I wanna know who! Right now!"
"I dunno."
"Don't look at me."
"You got me."
"Was not I."
"Wasn't me."
"Me, neither."
"Beats the hell out of me!" Tony said, knowing that Billy would
take offense to this word.
"Don't say that word," Billy admonished Tony.
"Beats the *heck* out of me!" Tony said in a sarcastic way, which
he then followed by doing a mock jerking-off motion with his hand above
his diaper.
"I want to know who did this!" Billy demanded again.
"Fuck if I know," I said deliberately, as I let out a little
snicker.
"You did it, Chris!" Billy said as he pointed right at me.
"No I didn't!" I said adamantly, resenting his sudden accusation.
"You were the last one to deny it," he said.
"That doesn't mean shit," I said. Err, excuse me, it doesn't mean
*poop!* Besides, I was the last one you *asked!*"
"Then why were you laughing?" Billy asked me, as if I were on the
witness stand. This got the other boys laughing, too, thus making Jonny
and me appear less culpable.
"Remember, the Bible says, "Thou shalt not bear false witness!'"
Billy said.
"Okay, then by telling us that we should not lie, by *you*
accusing *me* of doing it, you are, in essence, lying yourself, Billy;
or, as you prefer to say it, bearing false witness." I said this ever
so eloquently, much to the approval of the other boys. While I was an
accomplice, I didn't really do it, thus logically freeing myself from
blame.
"I'm going to find out, and when I do, I will make sure whoever
it is will be punished for it," he said.
"Ooohh," a couple of the boys said.
Billy resigned himself to the fact that he had nothing at all to
wear over his diaper. Everybody had seen that the diaper was all Billy
was wearing, not to mention that it sagged in the rear from wetness as
well as poop. Taking leave of his modesty, Billy bent down and gave us
an impressive view of his poop-filled diaper-butt. He rummaged through
his bag, presumably to get his shorts. We knew it wouldn't be long
before he raised hell, err, uhh, I mean raised heck, over this.
"Darn it!" Billy said as he threw his bag to the floor. This was
the closest any of us had ever heard him come to actually swearing.
"My shorts are missing, too!" he said. "Why did you guys do this
to me?"
"Who says *we* did it?" Jonny asked him. "And if one of us did,
then it serves you right!"
"Yeah, we're tired of you preaching to us all the time!" Nathan
said.
"Do you guys not believe in God?" Billy asked, almost crying.
"Yeah, of course we do...well, at least I do," I said.
"You don't set a very good example," Billy said. "You swear, and
you talk about vulgar things."
"Shit, Billy, we all swear and talk about dirty and nasty things,
like how big and thick white diapers covering my butt and my crotch and
my stomach make me want to masturbate when I think about how I look in
them and how other boys look in them, and how good they feel padding me
up so much, and how messy I like to make my diapers, how I like it when
my stinky, smelly shit runs all over my butt and up my crotch past my
balls and around my hard dick while I'm jacking off in my wet and shit-
filled diaper, so that my two sisters can clean it all up when I'm done
and ready for them," I said, having gotten carried away with making my
point. "It's a natural function of the human body, as is the desire to
jerk off, and God made our bodies do these very things for a purpose,
so what's wrong with having some fun and talking about it?"
"He didn't intend us to derive pleasure from these things," Billy
said. He then continued on and began preaching.
"You don't understand, Chris. Being a Christian, and being a
believer doesn't just mean not doing certain things, especially the
activities you seem to indulge in, and indulgence is actually several
sins. I might add. It's greed, lust and gluttony, all in one. But it's
not just that, Chris. It means practicing your faith-- going to church,
reading the Bible, praying-- when was the last time you did any of
this?"
"Why does it matter to you?" I asked Billy. "I'm happy with who I
am. I'm a diaper-crazed boy and I'm fucking damn proud of it. If anyone
doesn't like it then can kiss my poop-smothered diapered-up ass and eat
my shit-filled diapers!"
Billy looked at me in stunned astonishment. After a few seconds I
asked him, "now why does it matter to you that this is how I am?"
"Because I really think you can do much better to serve our
Lord," he said.
"Look, Billy, I know I don't do all that church stuff, but that's
just me, sorry. "I just don't like it when guys like you try to make a
big thing out of it."
"Well, it *is* a big thing!" Billy said defensively.
"Well, then have some respect for the rest of us!" I said. "If we
don't want to hear you preach, then take a hint and back off!"
"Then you have some respect for me, which includes the language
you use around me. So you're a diaper-crazed boy. You make a big deal
out of this, too, you act like you worship your diapers, you idolize
them, and I don't like it one bit."
"Okay, then we're even! I'll lay off the diaper talk around you,
and you can lay off the preaching, deal?"
A moment of silence passed as Billy and I stared at each other.
The silence was unbearable, broken only by the wind blowing through the
trees, so I had to say something.
"Which of us do you think is more popular here, Billy? In other
words, do you think these boys would rather listen to me talk about
diapers, or listen to you talk about religion? What do you think they
came here for? I'd say let's take a vote."
With this, I asked the boys to raise their hands on which of us
they would rather listen to. The "vote" was unanimously in my favor,
not that I had my doubts. Billy realized that he had nothing else to
say in regards to this matter. He still didn't agree to my proposed
truce, so instead he just changed the subject.
"Let's find my pants, they're maroon-colored," he said.
Everybody looked underneath their beds, knowing full well that
they would not find Billy's sweat pants anywhere.
"They're not here, I'm telling you," Craig said. Billy looked out
the windows to see if they had been tossed outside, but of course I
knew this wasn't the case.
"Look, somebody else could have come in here last night and taken
them," Nathan said.
"Oh right, like somebody just came in here and found my bag, dug
through it, then found my shorts, then took off my pants, and walked
out with them," Billy said.
"Well, you know, I did hear the door open last night," Vic said.
It was true. The door *did*, in fact, open last night, just that we
weren't about to say who it was.
"Did you see who it was?" Billy asked Vic.
"No," he said.
"Did any of you guys get up overnight?" Billy asked.
"What for?" Aaron asked. "To take a piss? Yeah right, I don't
think so, considering we all wear diapers," he said.
"Maybe somebody heard a bear," Craig said.
"And you brought your shotgun, too, just in case, right?" Billy
said sarcastically.
"Okay, so maybe it wasn't one of you," Billy said in resignation.
"But I'm going to search under everyone's bed and under everyone's
mattress and I am going to check every one of your bags, too," he said.
"Go right ahead," I said confidently as I tossed him my bag. He
looked through it, and very thoroughly, too. He stopped for a moment
and grabbed one of my diaper stories and started reading it.
"Oh, so you *do* like my stories, eh?" I said. What a damn
hypocrite, I thought to myself.
"No! I don't!" he said as he tore the page.
"Hey! Don't you go destroying my stuff, asshole!" I said as I
charged towards him. I pushed him off the bed and wrestled with him on
the floor.
"This is evil!" he said. "This kind of vile, perverted trash is
the work of the devil!" he said.
"Well, so is you destroying *my* property!" I said as I snatched
my bag back from him as well as the story pages that hadn't been ripped
yet. I had a big, gassy fart already loaded in the chamber, so to
speak, so when I turned around I stuck my butt towards him while he was
still on the floor and I gave him a little taste, or shall I say a
smell, of what I thought of him. The other boys thought this was funny.
My fart came out really wet and juicy as my diaper was already loaded
up with shit that the fart had to penetrate through.
At this point, Kevin came by to wake us up, but upon peeking in
and seeing that we were already awake, he just kept going to the next
cabin.
"Wait! Kevin! Come back here!" Billy shouted, trying to get his
attention, but he was already out of earshot. At this time we decided
to change our diapers. While we were busy with doing this Billy
continued looking throughout the cabin, asking to check all of our
bags. He figured anyone who was guilty would not let him see the
contents of bag, but everyone compliantly let him look, only for him to
turn up nothing.
"What happened to my shorts? My pants?!" Billy cried again.
Jonny and I did all we could to keep from laughing and blowing
our cover. By this time we were all dressed in clean diapers and T-
shirts and the garbage can was full of wet and soiled diapers as it
always was in the mornings. A few flies were already swarming around
and feasting upon the succulent morsels of our bodily wastes. Billy was
still wearing his old diaper, however, as he was still trying to find
his clothes.
"You'd better change your diaper, Billy," Jake said, noting that
his diaper was very well used. "Breakfast will be ready soon, if it
isn't now."
At this point we all decided to head out of the cabin and walk
over to the mess hall, leaving Billy behind.
"Hey guys!" Billy said. "Can I borrow some pants or shorts from
someone?" he shouted at us. We all decided to keep going towards the
mess hall without turning back to offer Billy any help. By the time we
got to the mess hall and were seated for breakfast, Billy was still
nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Billy?" Kevin asked us.
"Back at the cabin still, I guess," Craig said. Kevin then left
to go check on him. The headmaster of the camp then spoke to us as a
group as he always did in the morning to tell us what things we would
be doing that day. This time, however, he had other things to say
first. Jonny and I and the rest of us who shared the same cabin knew
what it was about before he said anything, but of course we all kept
quiet about it, especially as he was holding Billy's sweat pants.
"This morning I found that someone's sweat pants had been run up
the flagpole," he opened as he held up the evidence in question.
Everybody laughed as expected. The headmaster continued after the
laughter had died down.
"I don't know which one of you did this, but if we find out who
is responsible, then you will be dealt with accordingly," he said. "And
we will leave it to your counselor to decide how to handle the
situation. We are here to have fun and to get to know one another
through your common bond, being that all of you wear diapers. Let's
have some respect for other people's property, okay?"
After the other daily announcements were made, we went into the
line to get breakfast. The line extended back towards the main office
of the camp, which was where the lost and found was also located. While
Tony and I were standing there, we saw Kevin escorting Billy to the
lost and found. Billy had apparently changed his diaper since his butt
wasn't sagging now. He looked highly embarrassed as he had to appear
before the rest of the boys in the camp in just his diapers for the
first time. I tried not to appear too conspicuous as I listened in on
the dialog between Billy and Kevin.
"My shorts!" Billy exclaimed. With delight, he put them on right
away, thus making his diapered appearance before the rest of us short-
lived. He picked up the other pair and began folding it when suddenly,
a gentle metallic clanging was heard coming from the concrete floor. It
was the key to the flagpole.
"What's this?" Billy asked as he picked the key up. "How did that
get in my pocket?"
"I don't know how it got there, but I do know that it's the key
to the flagpole," Kevin said as he took the key from Billy's hand.
"I'll go find out who turned your shorts in."
After Tony and I had gotten our trays filled, we went to sit down
to eat with the other boys from our cabin. While we were sitting there
eating our greasy food, we saw Billy still walking around with Kevin as
they went up to the camp headmaster.
"Do you know where these shorts had been found?" Kevin asked the
headmaster.
"Yeah, a counselor from cabin number five turned them in this
morning," the headmaster said.
"These also belong to Billy. He thinks someone came into their
cabin and took his shorts and got a hold of his pants and then ran them
up the flagpole."
A moment later, the headmaster called everyone's attention again.
"Can I have all the boys from cabin number five meet with me
outside," he said. He told them to finish what they had on their trays
and then meet with him afterwards. The rest of the boys were also
curious about this, so we all hung around to find out what was going to
happen to the "culprits". Cabin number five was where Jonny had dropped
off Billy's shorts with the flagpole key, the same cabin where the
other "holy roller" was sleeping in as well as the two boys who were on
Jonny's shitlist.
Billy was standing at the headmaster's side as he spoke to the
ten boys from the cabin in question. The head counselor from cabin five
was also standing with him.
"Billy's shorts were found in your cabin, and along with his
shorts was the key to the flagpole, the same flagpole-- the only
flagpole, in fact-- on which Billy's sweat pants were also found. I'd
advise that whoever it is among your group to confess now and save your
innocent cabin mates some trouble. Otherwise, all of you will be
involved in what's to come."
Suddenly everyone became silent. Nobody was stepping forward to
confess. The ten boys whom were brought to the headmaster's attention
all looked at each other, confused, wondering who was the guilty one
among them.
"All right, seeing that nobody is willing to come forward, it
looks like all of you will be spending the day at camp without diapers,
as per your counselor."
"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" one kid said. "What are we supposed
to wear?"
"Well, since this is a diaper camp, we sometimes get a few boys
here who don't think they have to wear diapers here all the time and
they show up wearing underwear. We confiscate their underpants, and
after two weeks of being in diapers, these boys don't bother trying to
get their underwear back, so it winds up in the lost and found. We have
amassed quite a collection that serves us well in times such as these
when there are troublemakers among us."
"We're going to be wearing underwear?" one kid asked.
"I'm afraid so," their counselor said unsympathetically. He
appeared to have a real attitude problem anyway and it made me glad he
wasn't my counselor.
"I'll give you boys ten seconds for someone in your group to take
this final chance to come forward and confess in case you don't want to
bear the wrath of your cabin mates later on."
Nobody said a word. I was beginning to feel guilty for having
even joined Jonny in his stunt at all, but I wasn't one to incriminate
myself, either.
"Very well, take off your diapers, all of you," he said.
"Just them, right?" one kid from another cabin asked, worried
that he had to take his diaper off, too.
"I'm only concerned with the boys in cabin five," he said.
The boys reluctantly removed their diapers in front of the rest
of us. A couple of them had pooped their diapers, as this was indicated
by the brown swaths in their diapers as well as the mess that covered
their behinds. Other boys had simply wet their diapers, and some had
apparently wasted a good diaper that never got used before being taken
off. A couple minutes later there were ten boys naked from the waist
down standing in front of the large group. I could tell that the other
holy roller was very embarrassed as he cupped his hands over his
genitals.
The headmaster returned with a box full of old boys' underpants.
He dumped them out on the ground. The boys were told to pick a pair
that would fit them. As most of these boys had likely never worn
regular underwear in awhile if at all, they probably had no idea what
size to wear. All I remember from my underwear days was that I had some
size 8's as well as 10's that I would wear over the 8's whenever I
tried to make a diaper out of several pairs of my underpants. I figured
that if I were wearing underwear today a size 12 or 14 would do, but I
haven't had to think about that for three and a half years now.
"We got all sizes here," their counselor said. "Some of them
don't have labels on them, and they're all plain white-- sort of. In
other words, don't go looking for any Barney or Ninja Turtle undies,
cause we ain't got none of those. Oh, and don't bother looking for any
that aren't already stained. You're all boys, and you know how good
even the most toilet trained of boys are when it comes to keeping their
underwear clean."
"We can't wear these!" one of the boys complained. "We'll leak
all over!"
"That's the idea," their counselor said. "This is what happens
when you break the rules of self-conduct around here."
"We didn't do anything! Honest!" one of the boys whined, but his
pleas for clemency were in vain.
"Then the guilty party in your group should have confessed-- too
late for that now."
I could plainly see two of the boys who were still naked and both
of whom badly needed someone to wipe their butts. I was excited by the
sight of this. These boys were trying to clean themselves up.
"If you need a change, don't worry about it. It won't make any
difference, since all of you should be a big and smelly mess by the
time we reach the top of the mountain," their counselor said.
"What? You mean we're going on a hike like this?" one of the more
obnoxious boys protested. "Like this?" He tugged at the waistband of
the underwear he just put on. His poop was wet and I could see that it
had soaked into the seat of his briefs.
"Yep!" the counselor said. "If you're worried about peeing or
pooping on the trail, just remember, the animals do it that way, too.
Anyone else who wants to come along is welcome to do so pending
approval of your counselor. At least you'll get to wear your diapers
and bring along some changes if you do go. Just don't be giving them to
anyone, and don't accept any bribes from them, either."
"That's one of them," Jonny quietly said to me as he pointed out
the kid who was putting up such a fuss. "I didn't think it would lead
to this, but I'm glad that it has!"
"Billy still got off scot-free, though I was hoping he'd get
busted somehow," I said. At least we got the satisfaction of
embarrassing him, though.
"You wanna go on the hike?" I asked Jonny.
"Hell yeah! I want to watch Sean suffer!"
"Did you say his name was Sean?" I asked Jonny.
"Yeah, why?"
"I know a Sean and I hate his guts, too," I told Jonny. "What's
the other one's name-- Travis?"
"Close, his name's Trevor," Jonny said.
"Really?" I said, feeling astonished that the other boy had such
a similar name.
"Why did you think his name was Travis?" Jonny asked me.
"Because every Sean and every Travis I have known has been a real
rotten shithead to me," I said. We walked around to find Kevin to see
if he would allow us to join the hike with the boys from cabin number
five. In the meantime I watched the boys sifting through the pile of
underwear. There were still several more pairs in the pile. I observed
one boy grabbing several other pairs of underpants and he started
putting them on over his other underwear, thus making a diaper out of
them. It was the first time I had watched another boy do this. It made
me feel glad that I was not the only one to have done this. It brought
back some fond memories of the days before I got put into real diapers.
He was up to nine pairs, I counted.
"Ahh ahh ahh! That's cheating!" his counselor said as he went
behind the boy and grabbed every waistband of his underpants and then
let them snap back one at a time. "You can only wear *one* pair!" With
this, he was told to take the extra briefs off and wear just the first
pair he had put on. I had to turn my back as I began laughing so hard.
By the time they were all out of their diapers and in underwear,
they were ready to go. We had since then located Kevin, who said that
we could go on the hike. He ensured that we all had the right supplies
and adequate amounts food and water. Jonny, Nathan, Bryce and Vic
joined us, too. The other five wanted to stay at camp and play sports.
All five of us admitted to each other that we all sucked at sports.
This hike was sure to have its entertainment value, if nothing else.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 45
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The hiking excursion had begun. We took a different trail this
time than the one before, so this would prove to be a new adventure for
us all. As Tony, Bryce and the others went along, we enjoyed the fact
that we all had nice, thick diapers on to keep our pee and poop in
place until the next diaper change, which we hoped would occur sooner
than last time we went hiking. We had brought several changes since we
had no idea how long this hike would go. As for the boys from cabin
number five, they weren't as fortunate in being padded up and protected
for their bodily emissions. In front of me I looked at the other boys'
butts, seeing how their rear ends were thinly sheathed only by a very
insubstantial layer of cotton. I was watching and waiting for someone
to shit his briefs, and it wasn't too long before we had our first
casualty. It was the boy right in front of me, in fact. I watched him
walking funny just moments before a big pile of poop came out of his
butt. It instantly formed a bulging pile of crap in his underwear, its
weight causing it to sag down and show the top of his butt crack, as
the pair he was wearing was slightly too loose for him. As Tony and I
were walking I looked over at him and I could see a tent in the front
of his disposable diaper, and of course, I had one in mine, too. We
looked again at the boy in front of us. The once dingy white fabric on
the seat of his briefs was now stained brown and the poop had spread
all over his butt. He stopped and took the briefs off to shake the poop
out of them and then put them back on.
I could tell that some of the boys ahead of us had wet in their
briefs as I could see a few trails of dripped pee in the dirt. Moments
later another boy pooped his briefs. Unlike the boy ahead of us who had
solid turds, this boy had soft and runny poop, causing him to flood his
underpants and soak the entire seat. It was easy to see how much all of
the boys here at the camp really needed to wear diapers.
"I wish I had some diapers to wear," he complained. As much as I
wanted to offer him one of my diapers, I knew that his counselor would
not approve of me doing this. I still felt kind of bad that because of
what Jonny and I did last night, that he and some other innocent boys
were all brought into this thing together.
Later on several more boys had made a mess of their briefs. In
fact, only two of the ten boys from the cabin had not yet made any sort
of mess in their underpants. As we had a long ways to go still, we were
very well assured that we would see the two holdouts filling their
briefs full of shit before too long, and before we reached the halfway
point, they had joined the ranks of the other eight boys, having earned
their "brown badges", so to speak.
Jonny was getting a great deal of satisfaction from seeing that
the other "holy roller" in the camp was having to go hiking through the
woods without a sufficient amount of fabric on him. He didn't appear to
be as obnoxious nor as pushy as Billy, but from what Jonny told me he
was just as persistent in making sure people got his message and would
hopefully join his church, even if it meant leaving behind their
existing affiliations.
Jonny told me more things about Sean and Trevor, his arch-nemeses
from his school who turned out to be diaper-wearers themselves, but
were too "studly" to ever let anyone else know about it. He enjoyed
watching the boys suffering by having wet and soiled underpants on. He
liked seeing that they were subdued by being forced to walk through the
woods while peeing and pooping all over the place uncontrollably. While
I didn't know the boys myself, just knowing that they were bad guys
made it more satisfying to see that they were in such a situation. It
made me wish the Sean that I knew as well as Travis could have been
subjected to such treatment.
Jonny, Tony and I all got to talking about our enemies and what
they did to make us hate them. I told Jonny about Sean and Travis and
how they had picked on Tony and me constantly for wearing diapers.
"So do Trevor and Sean," Jonny said. "What hypocrites, being that
they wear diapers, too."
I thought that it was rather odd that a person who also wore
diapers could still be disagreeable and a total asshole. I was under
this impression that all boys who wore diapers were cool, that their
personalities were somehow a better match to kids like myself.
"Is there anyone else from your school who wears diapers, that
you like, that is?" I asked Jonny.
"I thought I was the only one. There was this one other kid, but
he moved away at the end of the year," Jonny said with lament. "I was
too afraid to go up to him and talk to him. I would have been
disappointed anyway when I found out that he was moving had I become
friends with him."
By the time we reached a stopping point, the boys without diapers
were sent down to a creek to wash themselves up as well as their
underpants, all of which had become soaked with urine and were very
much tainted in the rear with poop stains. It was funny to watch ten
naked boys all standing in the shallow creek scrubbing their poop-
covered butts clean and trying in vain to get their soiled underwear
clean as well. Their counselor was standing there on the shore to
supervise them. Even funnier was the fact that the boys had to hang
their underwear to dry on a rope that had been brought along for this
very purpose, leaving the boys naked as they returned to the trail and
waited while they ate lunch in the buff.
In the meantime, those of us who went along with the boys from
cabin five were allowed to change our diapers. I decided to change
Jonny's diaper for him this time. I then reciprocated and changed his
diaper for him. Tony and Nathan changed each other's diapers, as did
Bryce and Vic. By the time we were done we had six wet and soiled
diapers to dispose of.
Just to be funny, Jonny held up the used diapers and offered them
to Trevor and Sean, seeing that they didn't have any diapers-- or any
thing else, for that matter-- to wear.
"Shut up, Jonny," Trevor said as he walked past him.
After the six of us changed our diapers we convened away from the
other boys and sat around a large, flat, level rock with some logs
rolled up to it, apparently set up by other hikers to serve as a picnic
table. While we ate our lunch we listened to the boys whining about the
treatment that they were all getting.
"You mean, we have to stand here totally naked now?" one of the
kids said to the counselor, apparently feeling modest about his lack of
cover.
"That's what it looks like, boys, at least for you guys," their
counselor said. "I could make you guys hike the rest of the way and
back naked, too," he added.
"Why do we all have to do this anyway, just because one of us
supposedly ran that one kid's pants up the flagpole and stole his
shorts?"
"Because none of you would confess to doing it," their counselor
said.
"Maybe it wasn't any one of us at all!" one kid said. "It could
have been someone from another cabin!"
"Uh oh," I said as I felt my stomach drop. I looked over at
Jonny, and he had the same look of concern on his face. We were afraid
that they had figured that someone outside of their cabin did it. Of
course, they didn't have to know that it was Jonny and me.
"Well, the shorts were in your cabin, and they had the key to the
flagpole in them, so it's pretty obvious that one of you had to have
done it," the counselor said.
As Trevor had the disposition of being obnoxious, the other kids
all thought that either he or Sean were the culprits.
"Whadaya lookin' at *me* for?" Trevor said defensively and
angrily. "I didn't do it, goddammit!"
"Don't use the Lord's name in vain," the "holy roller" kid
admonished Trevor.
"Fuck you, I can say whatever the hell I want!" Trevor said back
to the boy, who backed away, feeling intimidated. The boy then walked
away and went down the embankment off the trail to get away from
everyone. Tony and I watched as he went over to a tree at the bottom of
the slope to pray.
After a few seconds, Trevor and Sean went over to him and started
harassing him about being a Bible thumper. They also thought that he
was the one who had taken Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole,
being that they were each from different religious affiliations with
opposing beliefs.
"We're tired of you fucking preaching to us, Matthew!" Trevor
said. "We're fucking tired of it!" At least now I knew the other boy's
name, which was clearly a biblical name.
"And we think you're the one who got us into this shit, too!"
Sean said.
"Well, it wasn't me," Matthew said.
"Liar!"
"I am not a liar. The Bible says--"
"If I hear the word 'Bible' one more time, I'm going to shove it
up your ass sideways and then cram it down your throat after you shit
it out!" Trevor threatened. Matthew then started crying.
"What are you, some fucking crybaby?" Trevor said. At this point,
Trevor shoved Matthew to the ground. Matthew tried to defend himself,
but Trevor was too big for him. Sean then joined him and soon, the both
had Matthew pinned to the ground. They started hitting him, throwing
dirt in his face and calling him names. Trevor then started peeing on
the boy, making urine-laced mud from the dirt that was all over his
body. The other boys and the counselor had gone down to the creek again
on the other side of the trail to splash around in the water, oblivious
to what was happening across the trail from them.
"They're kicking the crap out of that poor kid!" Tony said.
"We've gotta stop them!"
Tony decided to be a hero and see if he could get Trevor and Sean
to lay off of Matthew. Jonny then joined him. I decided to go tell the
counselor about the situation, so I went the other direction and went
down to the creek. I brought the counselor back over to the other side
of the trail. From where we were standing we could see Matthew lying on
the ground. Meanwhile, Trevor and Sean were now confronting Tony and
Jonny.
"Well lookee what we have here!" Trevor said as he looked at Tony
and Jonny standing there before them.
"How nice it must be to get to wear diapers!" Sean said. "Why did
you guys come along, anyway?"
"To see you guys suffer," Jonny said bluntly.
"Not as bad as you'll suffer, asshole!"
At this moment, Trevor and Sean charged after Tony and Jonny. The
tussle that might have ensued was stopped short by their counselor who
then scolded the offending boys and broke up the fight.
"All right! I've had it with you boys!" he said angrily. He made
it clear that he was only referring to Trevor and Sean. He asked them
what was going on. After that, he helped Matthew get up from the
ground. He was dirty and beaten with several cuts, scratches, scrapes
and bruises to his body.
The counselor told Jonny to escort Matthew over to the creek so
that he could get washed up. I thought this was a rather odd twist of
fate. I wasn't sure how Jonny would feel about helping out a kid who he
had disliked. That didn't seem to matter now as Jonny helped Matthew up
the hill and down the other side, being that Matthew was weakened from
the attack.
The counselor then asked me what my name was, and I told him,
"Chris."
"Okay, Chris, I want you to go get that rope that the boys are
drying their underpants on," he said. "Bring it back over to me."
"Okay," I said, following his commands. I started climbing up the
hill to the trail and then thought about the pairs of underwear that
were hanging on it.
"What do you want me to do with the underwear?" I asked him. I
got to thinking that perhaps the counselor had planned using all of the
other boys' underwear on Trevor and Sean.
"Just lay them on the ground," he told me. "They should be dry by
now."
I ran over to the makeshift clothesline and took each pair of
underwear from off of it. They were draped over the rope and most of
them were still a little damp. The briefs hadn't been washed very well
as many of them still had poop stains in them. As I was handling the
soiled briefs I got a hard-on. It had been so long since I had handled
regular underwear since neither I nor Tony nor any other boy I knew
closely enough to see without his pants wore anything but diapers for
their underwear. Handling the underwear brought back my memories of the
times when I would put as many pairs of briefs on me as I could and
then poop in them. I rubbed my stiff penis through my diaper after I
had taken all the underwear off the line. I laid it out on the ground
and removed the rope. I then took the rope over to the counselor, who
had since them come back up to the trail with the boys. Tony was also
with them. He had asked Tony what he had observed and why he decided to
try stopping the fight. He then asked Trevor and Sean why they attacked
Matthew.
"We're just tired of his preaching shit," Trevor said.
"And we think he's the one who did the flagpole thing and got us
all in trouble having to take this stupid hike," Sean added.
"Well, I'm not going to try to find out who was responsible at
this point. All I know is that you boys�Trevor and Sean� have been
nothing but trouble from the word 'go!'" the counselor complained.
"Every year there's at least a couple of troublemakers like you, and as
you can see, I'm always prepared for it."
With this, the counselor asked me to hand over the rope. He then
got out his pocket knife.
"Hey, hey, no way you tying me up!" Trevor said. He then started
to run, but he didn't get very far as the other boys who had come back
to put on their underpants were in his way. They all knew that he was
in trouble for something and they held him down. Sean was also held
down by the other boys.
While Trevor was getting his hands tied behind his back, he let
out a good-sized load of shit. It came bubbling up from his butt and
pouring onto his butt cheeks. The other boys laughed as they watched
Trevor take a shit in front of everyone without wearing any diapers or
underpants to catch it. Even funnier was the fact that Sean did the
same thing, only his emerged as a solid log. The first turd shot up
about four inches then broke off and tumbled to the ground, leaving a
trail of poop residue on the surface of his buttocks where the turd
rolled off of him. Dirt gathered on the rolling turd. I laughed hard
enough to release some shit of my own, but unlike Trevor and Sean, at
least I had a diaper to catch my bowel movement.
After Trevor and Sean were tied up, the counselor told all the
boys to find a good-sized stick that they could use to spank Trevor and
Sean for their misdeed. It seemed that a lot of the other boys did not
like Trevor and Sean as they all seemed to be glad to take this
opportunity to get back at the two troublemakers. The other boys were
all convinced that Trevor and Sean were the ones responsible for
running Billy's pants up the flagpole. After each of us had found a
stick, we were allowed three swats each to both Travis' and Sean's
butts. Tony and I got in on the act as well and we were wielding two-
foot long sticks that we pulled off of a nearby fallen tree, which was
where most of the other makeshift paddles came from.
Trevor and Sean were then told to get up and bend over. With
their butts still unwiped, they were in position and ready to go. We
all formed a line behind them and then the spanking began. Everyone
took advantage of the allowance of three strikes to each of the boys'
behinds. When it was my turn I hit Sean's butt with all my might. I
didn't have any mercy on Trevor, either. By the time we all finished,
the two boys were crying from all the pain they must have felt from
getting whacked several times by several sticks by several boys. Their
butts were covered with horizontal red lines where they had been
beaten. When we were done we all tossed our sticks into a pile behind
the spanked boys. The counselor took a Polaroid picture of the boys
with their reddened behinds and the pile of sticks that got them into
that condition. We then all passed the picture around and laughed,
further deepening the wounds of humiliation for Trevor and Sean.
Meanwhile, Trevor's and Sean's underwear remained where I had
laid the other pairs of briefs. The pair that Matthew had on was still
there, too.
"Should they get their underwear back?" one of the boys asked the
counselor.
"Don't see what good that will do them at this point," the
counselor said. "If a couple of you boys want some extra underwear, go
help yourself. With this, a couple boys went over to what remained of
the underwear pile and three of them snapped up an extra pair each,
including the one pair that was supposed to be for Matthew.
At this point, Matthew and Jonny returned from the creek, having
missed out on all the spanking fun. They had been gone awhile, so they
may have been talking and maybe settling any differences of opinion
that had about their religious beliefs and each other.
The counselor opened up his pack and applied some bandages and
alcohol to treat the wounds on Matthew's body. We also showed Matthew
and Jonny the picture of what we did to Trevor and Sean.
"Damn, you mean I missed out?" Jonny said. "Can I have a whack at
them?"
"I think they've had enough and hopefully they learned their
lesson," the counselor said to Jonny.
"You'll probably have to go back to the camp," the counselor told
Matthew. "How about you go back with him, Jonny? Do you mind?"
"I don't mind," he said. At this point I was getting tired, as
was Tony. We were also feeling guilty about having gotten the other
boys into this situation, though the satisfaction of spanking Trevor
and Sean lessened the blow of the guilt. We asked the counselor if we
could go back with Jonny and Matthew as well.
"Sure, just stay on the trail and don't get lost," the counselor
said. With this, we parted ways with the rest of the boys. Sean and
Travis were still the only naked boys as the others had put their
underpants on again. As they would need their hands for climbing and
balance, however, they were cut loose from the rope before resuming the
hike, still naked. They kept rubbing their butts the whole time. They
even ran down to the creek hoping that the cool water would relieve
some of the pain.
Bryce, Nathan and Vic opted to finish the hike with the group, so
we parted ways with them as I headed back to camp with Tony, Jonny and
Matthew.
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Matthew obviously needed a diaper to wear on the hike back, so
Tony graciously donated one of the diapers from his pack and even put
it on him. I wasn't surprised to see that Matthew had a hard-on when he
was getting diapered. I just hoped he didn't have the same religious
hang-ups about the body's natural sexual responses like this. These
hang-ups could really screw a kid up big time.
An awkward silence had fallen over us as we began our journey
back to the camp. Because of Matthew's minor injuries, it was slow-
going, especially as we helped him to get down the steeper slopes
safely. I had a tendency to think of Matthew in the same way that I
thought of Billy because of their unsolicited preaching, but right now,
I felt sorry for this boy and I wanted to make sure he got back to the
camp okay.
After we walked a little ways I decided to introduce myself to
Matthew to break the ice if nothing else. I shook hands with him. After
exchanging some small talk, he seemed like he was quite all right after
all. I slowly introduced the topic of wearing diapers and told him that
I wear diapers 24/7. He explained that he did the same thing and he
added that he's never had any regular underwear and has likewise never
used a toilet. I asked him how his need for wearing diapers came about,
hoping that he would at least talk about this.
"My real Mom and Dad were alcoholics and they never took care of
me. Among other things, they never potty trained me and kept me in
diapers and made me wear them until they were overflowing. It was so
terrible. They sent me to school wearing dirty diapers and all the kids
made fun of me because I always smelled so bad. The teacher even made
me sit in a desk away from the rest of the class because of this. All
the kids would look at my desk and say, 'eww, stay away from
Stinkyboy's corner!' I had no friends there. While the school nurse
changed me, she was mean about it, too and she called me a baby for
still wearing diapers. There were only like seventy kids in our whole
school and I was the only one she ever had to change diapers for."
Matthew then began to get choked up and he started to cry. We
decided to sit down and take a rest at that point.
"I'm sorry, I really hate to talk about it," he said.
"That's okay," I said. "You don't have to tell us anything else
if you don't want to."
"Okay," he said. "Let me finish by saying that the state took me
away from my parents and put me up for adoption. I was then adopted by
a couple who was unable to have a child. They were willing to take a
child like me, a boy who wore diapers and had come from a dysfunctional
family. I was eight years old then. Anyway, I've been a lot happier
with my new parents. They actually showed me that they loved me. They
started taking me to church and enrolled me in a private school where I
have real friends from both places. I thank the Lord every day for what
He has done for me."
I was pleased to hear that his story had a happy ending. As for
his Biblical name, it was only a coincidence since I highly doubted
that his birth parents were religious. He then asked the rest of us why
we wore diapers. Jonny had already told Matthew about it while they
were talking earlier. I was glad to see that Jonny and Matthew had
settled their previous differences.
Tony and I told our diaper stories together, being that much of
the things we had been through involved both of us. I started off by
explaining how I liked to put on several pairs of underpants and poop
in them because I liked how this felt and I liked to look like and feel
like I was wearing a diaper. I wasn't sure how Matthew would take this
sort of thing. I hoped he wouldn't condemn me for this as Billy did
when he found out.
"At least you had a choice," Matthew said.
"Well, when I was eight years old, I didn't have a choice
anymore," I said. "I was stripped of my pants in front of my sisters.
My Mom showed me my dirty underwear she found. She even went out that
day and got me some diapers. She then diapered me in front of my
sisters and showed them how to do it since they were to handle most of
my diaper changes. I then spent the rest of that day in diapers. In
fact, ever since that day, unless I have been at school, out in public
or traveling, all I have ever worn are diapers."
"How did you feel about this?" Matthew asked. I was pleased to
see that he was at least interested enough to ask questions.
"Well, I was embarrassed, being that my sisters saw me naked and
that my butt was covered with poop, as well as in diapers, and they
teased me about it and they flaunted the fact that they didn't wear
diapers and poop their underwear, saying that this is something that
only boys do. But I actually liked it, really, really liked it, and of
course I love it even more now. I love how it feels to be in diapers
and how I look wearing them. I also like thinking that because I'm a
boy, that boys get to do these kinds of things. My sisters also like
changing me and seeing me in diapers all the time, probably because I'm
their little brother and they can tease me about wearing diapers when
they don't have to. They started putting more and more diapers on me
until they finally realized that there was a limit to this."
I was tempted to go on and tell Matthew how I liked to masturbate
in diapers, but then I thought that he may be too sensitive to things
like this. Still, I had to get a discussion about this significant
aspect of diaper-wearing out in the open. I just had to tell him how
much I really love to wear diapers.
I asked him if he liked wearing diapers. He was shy and inhibited
in explaining it, but I could tell that he really wanted to tell us
that he did.
"They do kind of feel good," he said. "I just wish I had better
memories of wearing them when I was younger. I guess that's what I like
about them now."
Seeing that I had at least opened the door to talking about this,
I told him that not only do I like how my diapers feel on me when I
wear them, but that I like it when I pee and poop in them, too. I
figured this was a good "litmus test" to see where he would go from
here on this. I was surprised with his response.
"You know, I'm really glad I got to know you guys," he said. "I
think I can trust you enough to tell you things that I have never told
anybody else about how I feel about wearing diapers. Please promise not
to tell anyone about this."
We pledged to maintain a vow of silence about what he was going
to tell us and assured him that his words would remain a secret. He
then slowly delivered his "confession."
"Sometimes I, sometimes I, you know, I, uhh, masturbate in my
diapers. I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't help it. Sometimes I
hate myself for doing it."
Tony then got firm and gave it to Matthew straight.
"Look, whatever you do, don't hate yourself for wanting to
masturbate. Virtually all boys masturbate."
"Are you serious?" he said. "Do you guys do this, too?"
"Hell yeah!" Jonny said. "Err, sorry, heck yeah," he added more
sheepishly.
"Every day," Tony added.
"I do it several times a day," I said.
"I know that you probably have been told certain things about
sexual feelings and acting upon them."
"My parents tell me it's not good to engage in such activities,"
Matthew said. We needed to save this boy at once, and now was the time.
"How do you feel about it when they tell you this?"
"I feel guilty," Matthew answered.
"Have you ever thought about *why* they think it's wrong to jack
off?" Jonny said.
"Not really, I just have been told that we're not supposed to do
this."
"Well, you're not harming anyone by doing it, and it certainly
doesn't hurt you to do it," I said. "If anything, it's for your own
well-being. It releases tensions and anxiety. It's completely normal
and natural. Now, I don't know if you'll agree with me on this, but the
way I think about it, if God gave us these feelings within our own
bodies, then we should be entitled to them."
"Well, I think about that a lot, but I'm told that we feel this
way because it gives us a reason to want to procreate. I know it's a
big hang-up. I'm sure the kids at your school can talk about things
like this all the time, but at my school, nobody wants to look like a
hypocrite and talk about these things, so we never talk about sex and
masturbation, so I never talk about wearing diapers and the way they
make me feel."
"Well, do you mind telling us how they do make you feel?" Jonny
asked him.
"This is going to sound weird, but probably because I have never
told anybody this. At night, I take my pajama bottoms off and I lie in
bed in just my diaper and my pajama tops. Then after I have a bowel
movement I rub it up into my crotch and my testicles, and this makes me
feel good. The problem is after I ejaculate, I feel guilty and I pray
about my sins."
"And then you do it again, right?" Tony said.
"Oh yeah. I do it every night, sometimes during the day when
nobody's home."
"You're just like the rest of us, Matthew!" Jonny said while
patting his back. "Like Chris said, it's normal, it's natural. Just
about all boys jack off. The only ones who don't probably have
religious hang-ups about it, like Billy."
It took a little while, but among Tony, Jonny and myself, we
helped Matthew to overcome his guilty feelings and his hang-ups about
masturbating in his diapers.
"Do you ever do it without your diapers?" Matthew asked me.
"Oh no, that would be too much work," I said emphatically.
"What do you mean, 'too much work'?" Matthew asked curiously.
"I wear cloth diapers at home," I explained. "And I wear a lot of
diapers at a time, too, usually ten diapers, sometimes over a dozen of
them on me at once. My sisters pin them on individually and use as many
as a dozen pins in each diaper. God, I love-- gosh, I love it!"
"That is a lot of diapers to wear at one time," Matthew said.
"Why so many?"
"My sisters love to diaper me like that and they know I love it,"
I said.
"It must be awfully thick wearing that many diapers at a time,"
Matthew said.
"Trust me, they're very, very thick!" Tony said resoundingly.
"You should see how big they make his butt look! Too bad you didn't
bring some of your pictures, Chris!"
"My sisters also say that they do it so I don't have to be
changed as much and that the more diapers I'm wearing, the more my
diapers can separate my poopy butt from the furniture since they sit in
the same places I do, and it keeps the unsightliness of my poop from
showing. It's a mutual thing. They get the pleasure of seeing me in
diapers and putting them on me so excessively, and I enjoy how they
look and feel and how I can pee and poop so much into them!"
Now I felt that I was starting to get carried away knowing that
Matthew was feeling better about having us around him so that he could
finally release feelings that he has had to keep bottled up for so
long. The way he was carrying on with us, it was hard to imagine that
just a little while ago he was only thought of as some Bible-thumping
kid like Billy.
One thing that was starting to get to me as well as Jonny was the
fact that we felt guilty about the flagpole incident.
"Geez! Tony said. How long have we been sitting here?"
"I dunno," I said, not having a watch on. "But when we sat down,
we were still in the shade. We'd better get going."
"Hey Matthew," Jonny said. "Since you confessed to us that you
like to jack off in poopy diapers, we'd like to make a confession of
our own."
"What's that?" Matthew said.
"The whole flagpole thing wasn't because of Sean and Trevor-- I
did it."
"And I went along with him," I added.
"You took Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole?" Matthew
said.
"Yeah, and then we also took his shorts, took the key from the
flagpole and then put it in the pocket, and then I tossed the shorts
into you guys' cabin. I never thought I would say this to you, Matthew,
but I am sorry that I did it. I got all you guys in trouble for
nothing."
"I'm sorry, too," I said.
"I forgive you, both of you," Matthew said.
"You serious?" Jonny said.
"The Lord tells us to forgive," Matthew said to us.
"Well, I lied, we both lied, in a way," I said. "I know that's a
sin."
"It is. But we're all sinners. But we are also saved from our
sins through Jesus Christ."
I thought that Jonny was going to spout off and tell Matthew to
lay off the preaching, but Jonny held his peace. He didn't even seem
resentful of Matthew saying these things. He may have been having a
change of heart.
"And I know it sounds strange, but I'm kind of glad things turned
out the way they did. Had it not been for the flagpole incident, I'd
probably still be getting harassed back at camp by Trevor and Sean, and
I wouldn't have met you guys. You guys are pretty cool."
"Thanks," I said to him. "You're really neat, too," I said to
Matthew.
"I hope that I'll meet other kids like you guys when I go to
junior high this fall. I think I'll be going to regular school next
year. My parents are giving me a choice to go to either private school
or public school. I know they'll prefer me to go to private school, and
they want me to decide by the time I get back. I think I've made up my
mind now. You guys have really been a lot of help."
At this point, Matthew asked us to stand in a circle, and join
hands in a prayer. Even Jonny agreed to be a part of this. Matthew then
delivered a prayer. After the prayer, we continued onward back towards
the camp.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 47
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It wasn't until we had hiked a ways before we realized just how
far it still was back to the camp. My diaper was wet and full of poop
again. It was one thing to walk throughout the house in several thick
cloth diapers with only a few feet to go in each direction, having the
assurance and comfort of having my wastes well contained. Out in the
middle of the woods and having to walk what had to have been several
miles with less protection than what I was used to wearing, however,
was different, especially as the ground was not level in a lot of
places.
The hike back would have been faster if Matthew didn't hold us
up. He was still sore and he couldn't move as fast as the rest of us.
In fact, we were all getting tired and we found ourselves taking more
rest breaks, only to realize that at the rate we were going we would
get back by the time the sun went down, if we were lucky. We were also
running low and food and water. Matthew had no diapers, just the one
that he borrowed. Jonny and Tony were down to their last diapers, and I
had two diapers left. We had changed along the way when we decided that
we wouldn't make it back to the camp, realizing that in doing this, we
would have to make sure our diapers would last for the remainder of the
hike.
"We'll never make it back at this rate," Jonny said. Up ahead we
saw that a smaller trail had split off from the main trail.
"Maybe that other trail is a shortcut," Tony said.
"Maybe, maybe not," I said, hoping I could talk Tony out of
exploring the other trail. "We don't know where it goes. It may even be
a dead end."
"It looks like it goes back towards the camp," Tony said. "Where
else is it going to go?"
"Let's just stay on the main trail like that counselor guy told
us," I replied, trying not to sound like I was arguing. "Besides, we
have to make sure Matthew can get back okay."
"You sure you don't want to go the other way?" Tony asked me.
"Yeah, because we know where this trail leads," I contended
firmly. "Why do you think this other trail will get us there any
faster?"
"Kevin said there are two trails that lead out of the camp and go
to the top of the mountain," Tony said. "This has to be that other
trail."
"Well, I guess it's not like you can't see where the lake is," I
said in concession, deciding to let Tony have his way. "If we get lost
or whatever, remember that this was your idea, Tony."
"I know," he said. With this, we agreed to take the unknown path
and use the sight of the lake as a reference point. He seemed to have
us convinced that the trail was a shorter way back to the camp.
I had an uneasy feeling about what we were going into. I still
wasn't sure what lay ahead of us as we took the other trail. So far it
seemed to be leading in the right direction. The lake, albeit distant,
was still in view through the trees down below. My feelings began to
change when we realized that the general direction of the trail had
shifted and was not taking us back to the camp as it looked like it
might do earlier. The lake was no longer in sight.
Tony said, "Uhh, guys, I hate to say this, but I think we're--"
"Lost," I said, finishing his sentence for him. "I was afraid of
this."
"What do we do now?" Jonny asked.
"Retrace our steps, I guess," I answered. I felt like I should be
mad at Tony. We've been friends for so long, though, that I couldn't
tell him how I really felt about him getting us into this situation. I
wish I had done more to convince him to stay on the trail that we knew.
Tony could still tell from the looks on our faces that we were not
pleased with the development he led us into.
"I'm sorry, guys," Tony apologized. "My sense of adventure got
the best of me, I guess."
"We only have a couple hours of good sunlight left," I said.
"We'd better make up our minds on what to do."
"Yeah, and we're all out of diapers now, and we're about out of
food and water, too," Jonny said. "How are you feeling, Matthew?"
"My legs and my sides are hurting more and more," he said.
"HELP!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the trees.
"Nobody's going to hear you out here," Tony said.
"Maybe the other group will hear us," I said. "Maybe some other
group of hikers is out here. This trail looks like enough people use
it."
"We haven't seen a soul," Jonny said.
"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!" I shouted again. "HELLO?!"
"Let's just keep going," Tony said. "It's a long ways back. At
least this way we're still heading downhill."
While Tony's reasoning was good, it didn't give us any indication
of what conditions were ahead on the trail. It became narrower as it
led through a dense grouping of trees. It was virtually dark in the
deep woods as the sun was about to go over the distant mountains. At
the end of the grouping of trees, the trail led down a steep slope.
Tony and Jonny had to help Matthew go down it. I walked ahead of them.
At one point I stepped on some dry fallen pine needles, which I knew
can cause one to slip. I did just that. I fell on my butt and scooted
down the hill a ways. The plastic cover of my diaper server to aid my
sliding down the slope until the skidding tore the outer cover of my
diaper. Not only that, but it caused poop to come out the top of it and
get onto my shirt. Everyone could see the brown spot all over the back
of my shirt tail.
"You all right?" Tony asked.
"Yeah, just got my shirt dirty and tore my diaper," I said. I
looked down at my legs and saw that the poop had also been pushed out
through the crotch and had gotten all over my legs.
"Shit," I said. "Literally."
"Where the hell are we?!" Tony interjected loudly. He then
realized that he shouldn't have said it this way in front of Matthew.
"I'm sorry, Matthew. I just say things that way."
Matthew understood Tony's state of mind at the moment He then
suggested we all stand in a circle and pray for a safe and timely
return to camp. At this point I felt like this was a good idea as it
seemed like our chances of making it back were otherwise hopeless.
We resumed the hike. All four of us were in wet and dirty
diapers. I could see everyone's butts sagging from poop. The fronts of
everyone's diapers were also swollen in piss. We all stunk badly and
feared that the odor might attract a bear or some other wildlife
against which we would be defenseless. Luckily that never happened.
The trail then reached a stream. The only way to cross it was to
go across a log and then step onto a series of slippery mossy rocks. I
went first and made it, as did Jonny as he followed behind. Tony again
helped Matthew across, making sure he wouldn't fall. While Matthew had
made it, Tony fell into the water. His diaper instantly became so full
and heavy from the water. When he stood up and climbed to shore his
diaper had ballooned to several times its dry volume. We all had to
admit that he looked funny. Even Tony thought that it looked funny and
he joined us in our laughter. It was about the only laughter we
experienced in the midst of our predicament.
Tony then took his diaper off. It was too wet and soiled to carry
around, so we didn't know what else to do with it. Suddenly a hornet
started buzzing around Tony, who was allergic to insect stings,
especially from bees, hornets and the like. He was freaked out by this
threat and he let go of the diaper as he fled, accidentally dropping
the diaper into the stream. The swift current carried it away and it
floated downstream before any of us could retrieve it. Tony felt bad
about unintentionally littering, but on the other hand, we weren't
about to tote a waterlogged diaper around until we found the next
garbage can, and on this trail there were none to be seen. While not
environmentally friendly, the solution did sort of present itself. I
ended up relinquishing my last diaper for Tony's sake; otherwise, he
would have had to take the remainder of the hike naked. With this, Tony
changed into my last diaper and then we continued on.
While it was not evening yet, the available daylight was
disappearing as the sun had disappeared over the mountains behind us.
We knew time was running out and we had nowhere else to go but straight
ahead. Fatigue was starting to set in. We were completely out of food
and water. Jonny's diaper was maxed out and it didn't look like it
could take another wetting or messing. He was convinced to try some
Thickies diapers after seeing how much better mine and Tony's diapers
were doing over such a long period as well as the diaper that Matthew
was wearing.
Just when we thought we had reached the farthest point there was
from any civilization, we were pleased to see a campfire burning in the
distance. This was a sure indication that there would also be people
there.
"Look over there!" Tony said. "Maybe those people can tell us
where we are!"
"Maybe they'll even give us a ride back," Jonny said. "I'm
pooped."
"We're all pooped," I said, grabbing the seat of what remained of
my diaper.
"Uh guys, do you realize that all we have on is diapers and
shirts?" Matthew said.
"Yeah, I realize that, but I don't think we're going to find any
pants or shorts to wear between here and those campers over there,"
Jonny said.
"Well, this is an emergency. So what if we're in just diapers.
Those people are our best chance, perhaps our only chance."
We walked through the remaining stands of trees that separated us
from being rescued. I didn't think our situation was quite desperate
enough that the word "rescue" was appropriate, though, but I didn't
know what else to call it.
We stood just out of view of the campers and observed the people
to get an idea of who we would be talking to in a few minutes. It
looked like a typical family camp outing. A tent had been set up. The
father was busy cleaning the fish he and his son must have just caught.
The boy looked to be about 8 or 9. There were also two girls, which
only seemed to be natural that this would occur in our present
situation as us four boys would soon be exposing our diapered state to
them. One of the girls looked to be 12 or 13. She was roasting
marshmallows over the fire. The other girl was maybe four years old.
She was busy rolling a ball around on the ground. As all she had on was
a swimsuit, this assured me that she was toilet trained and was no
longer wearing diapers. The mother was busy cooking on a Coleman camp
stove.
"Well, are we just going to stand here or what?" Jonny said.
"Let's go."
The four of us walked towards the group of campers. The sounds of
our footsteps whisking through the grass caught the attention of the
small girl.
"Mom! There's some kids here!" she said. She then started
giggling and said, "and they're wearing diapers!"
The other girl as well as the boy turned to us and stared, very
likely not expecting four boys to appear from the woods, and in
diapers, nonetheless. The parents then looked at us.
"Can we help you boys with anything?" the man said to us.
"Well, yeah, you can, maybe," Tony said nervously.
"We got lost in the woods," I admitted shyly. The little girl was
staring at the big yellowish bulge in the front of my diaper. She
seemed quite amused.
"Where are you boys from?" the man asked.
"Camp Branson," Tony said.
"Oh yes, that's the boys' camp. That's just down the road a
little ways."
"How far is it?" Jonny asked.
"It's about three or four miles down from the road up there, and
it's going to get dark before you boys make it back. How about I give
you a ride?"
"Thanks, that'd be great!" Tony said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot!" I said. Jonny and Matthew were also very
appreciative of the man's offer.
"You boys hungry?" the mother asked us.
"Yeah, we are, and we're thirsty, too," I said.
"And we're out of diapers, too," Jonny added.
"Don't think we can help you with that one, I'm afraid," the
mother said.
"Unless you count Doug's Goodnites!" the older girl said as she
stared at the boy whom I assumed was her brother.
"Marlene!" the boy snapped back at her.
"Well, Doug, as you can see, these boys also wear diapers, so
it's not like they're going to think anything of the fact that you wear
them."
"They're not diapers, okay?" Doug said.
"Well, they're not Fruit of the Loom, either, that's for sure,"
Marlene said as she snapped on the waistband of her shirtless brother
Doug's underpants that were showing well above his shorts. And yes,
they were Fruit of the Loom, tighty whities.
"I have some hot dogs and some pop if you boys would like a
little something to eat," the lady offered to us.
"Are you sure we have enough food for these boys?" her husband
asked.
"We have plenty of food, dear," the lady said. "Especially since
you'll be eating the fish you and Doug caught. These boys probably need
it worse than we do."
The mother served each of us a hot dog, some potato chips and a
can of soda. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make us all feel
better. While we all sat down on the ground and ate, the discussion
among us four boys and the family turned to our diapers. They didn't
seem to mind that we all smelled of piss and shit.
"Why are you all wearing diapers?" the youngest girl asked, her
name yet to be determined.
"Brittany, don't ask them that," her mother told her.
"It's okay," Tony said. "We always wear diapers," Tony said
unabashed to Brittany.
"But why?" she asked.
"We can't use toilets," I said to Brittany. I didn't want to tell
her the whole story about how I got to where I was wearing diapers all
the time. She then started giggling like any little girl her age would.
"Don't you boys have anything else to wear?" the man said.
"This is all we had on when we went hiking," I said.
"It's all we wear at the camp," Tony said. "Well, you *could* go
around in shorts, but you'd actually look kind of out of place if you
did."
"I heard that the camp is for boys who wear diapers, but I didn't
know you all went around in them."
"Yeah, it helps promote a sense of togetherness, something like
that," I said.
"So all of you are boys there?" Marlene asked.
"Yeah, it's an all-boys' camp," I said.
"Doesn't surprise me," Marlene said. "It figured that a camp for
diaper-wearers would be boys, right, Doug?"
"Knock it off," Doug said.
"Well, since you and three of your friends who were boys were
still wearing diapers in kindergarten, it makes sense."
I could tell that Marlene was a lot like Lisa in the way she
teased Doug about his history with wearing diapers as well as his
present need for Goodnites.
"By the way, what brand of diapers are those?" Marlene asked us.
"Thickies," I said.
"Thickies? The name sure fits," Marlene said with a little bit of
a laugh. "How well do they work?"
"They work great," Tony said. "Why you ask?"
"Well, Goodnites just aren't enough for Doug and I still
sometimes end up washing his sheets," Marlene said with a somewhat
disgusted tone.
"I can't help it, Marlene," Doug said. "Stop embarrassing me."
"Well, I think you need some diapers, Doug, real diapers."
"Mom!" Doug hollered.
"She's right, Doug," his mother said. "We've talked about this,
and you do need something more substantial for your nighttime wetting."
"Mom! Don't talk about this in front of those other kids! We
don't even know them!"
"Well, we do know that they are in the same situation you're in,
so they understand. Now, what did you say those diapers are called
again?"
"Thickies," I said.
"Can you get them at the store?"
"Yep, there's a place called Kidz Klothez at the mall," I said.
"You live in Boise, right?"
"Oh yes, we know where the mall is," the mother said.
"Mom, you're not going to make me wear diapers like those, are
you?" Doug asked her.
"If they work better for you, then yes," she said.
"But look how big they are. They'll make my butt stick out."
"Well, gee, Doug, with all those extra underpants that you have
to put on over your Goodnites to absorb the leakage from your
Goodnites, I can't say that you'll look much different wearing what
these other boys have on!" Marlene said, delighted at the thought that
her brother was going to be wearing Thickies diapers soon.
"You should see what the cloth ones look like," Tony said. "You
think these are thick!"
As I sat there sipping the last of my soda, I had my legs spread
open. Brittany looked at the mess on the insides of my thighs and said,
"you got poopoo all over your legs!" I just looked at her while she
giggled. What could I say about it?
The family asked us about the things we were doing at Camp
Branson and we told them about the various activities we were in. We
also explained how we wound up getting lost in the woods. By this time
it was getting dark and the counselors back at the camp were probably
getting worried about us. We decided that we'd better get going. As all
of us smelled badly of overused diapers, we climbed into the back of
the pickup truck and rode back to the camp. We thanked the nice man for
his generosity as he dropped us off. He escorted us to the camp so that
he could explain that he had brought us back. He got to talking to one
of the counselors and inquired about enrolling Doug in the camp the
following year.
After we all finally got our diapers changed we joined the other
boys who were already eating dinner. I wanted to go back to that family
to eat dinner with them instead as their food was better. Matthew was
examined for his injuries and then he joined the rest of us. Kevin then
gave us a long, stern lecture afterwards about having gone off the main
trail and getting lost in spite of what we had been told. We promised
him we would never do it again. With this, we all agreed to stick
around within the camp tomorrow and do whatever activities were going
on.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 48
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Upon returning to our cabins that night, we had since then
learned that Billy had contacted his parents that day and asked them to
come pick him up. His father had shown up at the camp late that evening
and got him. While Billy's father was there, he complained to the camp
headmaster about the treatment that he had gotten from the rest of us
in the cabin. His father then followed Kevin to our cabin to get Billy
to tell him that his father was here. We thought that Billy and his
father would make a graceful exit, but instead we were treated to a
lengthy, drawn-out argument between Kevin and Billy's father. He stood
at the door, and while letting moths fly in to flutter about the
lights, Billy's father talked to the counselor as well as all of us
remaining boys in our cabin. As we were already in our cabin, we were
pretty much held captive at the moment Billy's father arrived with
Kevin.
As Billy's planned departure from the camp vacated one of the
beds in our cabin, Matthew had asked to move over to our cabin. He
wanted to get away from Trevor and Sean, and from what he had told us
about them, we couldn't blame him. After seeing what he had been
through that day, Kevin as well as Matthew's former counselor agreed to
allow him to join us. He had become friends with us over the course of
the day's events. Even Jonny had overcome his feelings about Matthew
being religious. In fact, Matthew actually turned out to be more like
the rest of us and was a pretty good diaper boy after all.
As Matthew was with us in the cabin, he also got to listen to
Billy's parents complain. Billy's dad spewed out a long-winded, fast-
talking spiel, not allowing Kevin to get a word in edgewise. I figured
Billy's father had acquired this speedy speech skill from his years of
speaking before his church congregation as a Minister. Here's what he
said, to the best of my recollection:
"I can understand you having a summer camp for boys such as my
son who wear diapers, being that many boys such as Billy have an
uncontrollable condition that may not be very well accommodated in
other summer camp settings. We would have gladly sent Billy to Bible
camp, but they didn't want a boy who wore diapers and they felt that he
would not fit in with the others, so I figured your camp would be
suited for him. I thought it would be like an normal summer camp, just
that all the boys wear diapers. At least that's what your brochure
seemed to suggest. Then this afternoon I get a call from Billy. He was
crying, telling me how rotten everyone is treating him here because he
refuses to strip down to his diapers like everyone else. I consider
this to be highly indecent, and so does Billy as seeing everyone in
diapers was making him very uncomfortable. You boys look all pathetic
wearing no pants! It's like you're all going around in your underwear!
Just as my wife and I would never go around the house in our underwear,
we wouldn't want Billy to go around in his diapers."
While listening to Billy's father rant about the camp, I was
becoming increasingly tempted to tell this guy to go fuck himself and
shove it up his ass, especially when he told us how pathetic we all
looked. It was easy to see why Billy was so screwed up by his parents
brainwashing him into thinking that the resulting exposure of more skin
from having only diapers on (we were all wearing shirts) was indecent
and thus implied that we were immoral. I thought that this mode of
thinking was highly contradictory, considering that this man was
shaming the appearance of the unclothed human body, a creation of God.
It's not as if we were naked. He continued bitching:
"I never realized that everyone here would be parading around in
just their diapers! In fact, Billy says that's all these boys do is
talk about diapers and how they use them! They talk about masturbation
and other disgusting topics that I don't feel my son should be exposed
to. No wonder today's youth is so troubled! Is this some kind of
perversion that you boys all share? This camp appears to be just a
place for boys who share your mental affliction to get together."
At this point, the man finally shut up and Kevin had a chance to
talk.
"Mr. Dixon, with all due respect, may I ask why you enrolled your
son in Camp Branson?" Kevin asked him.
"Weren't you even listening? I told you why! I thought it would
be a normal camp environment, but I have come to find out that it's
just a bunch of boys who are obsessed with diapers! I pray that you
boys will all be forgiven for your sins!"
"What do you consider to be a 'normal' camp, sir?" Kevin asked
Billy's father in an effort to steer him away from the religious talk
that was appearing to surface.
"Hiking, swimming, sports--"
"Well, we have all that here," Kevin said. "The brochure lists
all the activities we offer."
"It didn't say that the camp would be full of mentally-troubled
kids who can only talk about wearing diapers!"
Kevin then had his chance to make a spiel of his own, zealously
defending the purpose of Camp Branson as well as to refute Billy's
father's notion that we were just a bunch of mentally troubled boys
just because we enjoy wearing diapers. Billy's father, or Mr. Dixon,
tried to listen patiently as he stood at the door of the cabin, letting
more moths fly in:
"Mr. Dixon, please allow me be frank with you if I may. This camp
specifically caters to boys who wear diapers, as you were likely well
aware of upon enrolling Billy. These boys all come here knowing in
advance that they will be among other boys who wear diapers just like
them. They won't be afraid of having someone find out they may wet the
bed or that they may soil their pants. There are no secrets like that
here. This openness allows the boys to loosen up and lose the shorts
and be free to let others see that they wear diapers, too. We don't
require the boys to do this, but within the first day, they all
eventually lose their inhibitions and feel more at ease, seeing that
their shorts only serve to hide something that everybody already knows
about anyway. Besides, any boy who doesn't take off his shorts here
would only stand out among the others who are in just their diapers--
Billy, for example.
"This camp has done miracles for a lot of boys who may have
before felt alone, afraid, or ashamed that they wear diapers. These
boys form lasting friendships, friendships they may have never
otherwise enjoyed because their peers can't accept the fact that they
wear diapers. Very few boys ever regret having come to Camp Branson,
and in my experience, Billy is the first, as well as the first to have
arranged to leave the camp early. We get dozens of letters each year
from boys who thank us and tell us that coming to Camp Branson was the
most fun they ever had in their lives! They--"
"That's great, sir," Mr. Dixon interrupted, having lost his
patience now. "But this just isn't the place for my son. These boys
here are crude and vulgar!"
"They're boys, sir. That's the way most boys are, whether here or
anyplace else," Kevin said.
"Not my boy," Billy's father said. "We won't allow for that kind
of talk around our house."
"We're not their parents, sir," Kevin said. "The boys can say
pretty much anything they want around here. How does Billy tell you
that he needs his diapers changed?"
"He comes up to us and tells us he needs changed, that's all he
has to say to us. He doesn't have to tell us what he did in his
diapers."
"That's fine, sir. But for most of these boys, being in diapers
all the time, they deal with these matters that you consider to be
vulgar in ways that other people don't. Most of us don't think about
having eliminated our wastes once the toilet's been flushed. These boys
are stuck with their bodily output until they are changed, sometimes
several hours. It's a very significant part of their lives, and boys,
being who they are, they're going to come up with other ways to talk
about these matters. It's the same reason Eskimos have over twenty
words for 'snow.' It's very satisfying for these boys to talk about
something that is so much a part of their daily lives."
"So you actually let these boys talk about these vile, filthy
disgusting things?"
"Like I said, we're not their parents, sir," Kevin said, now
visibly losing his patience with Mr. Dixon. Billy appeared to be very
embarrassed now.
"So the boys are not disciplined here, in other words," Mr. Dixon
said.
"Yes, they are. We ensure that they are well-behaved and abide by
the rules of conduct and respect one another. Most of all, we ensure
that they are safe."
"Well, Billy told me about the flagpole incident with his pants."
"And the boys we believe are responsible were punished for it,
sir," Kevin said. "Might I add that Billy was always talking to the
boys about religion and none of them seemed to care for it. He was
asked many times to stop, but he kept doing it, and it was annoying
everyone in this cabin. Let's just say we're even now, Mr. Dixon. Billy
doesn't like the boys talking about the fun things they do in their
diapers, and the boys don't like him talking about his church."
"Let's go, Billy," his father said. "I've had it with this
place."
With this, Billy picked up his belongings, stopping to wipe the
tears from his eyes. Mr. Dixon wasn't done with us yet.
"Before we leave, I feel that all of you boys owe my son Billy an
apology. I want to hear you all apologize, one at a time."
Kevin silently gestured to us that we do this, anything to get
rid of the nuisance that Billy's father was making of himself. Every
one of us said, "I'm sorry, Billy." That is, until they got to me. Just
moments before, a bowel movement had started to fill my diapers. I knew
it was going to be a big one, a real butt-bulger of a pooping, at least
with having the disposable diaper on it could still bulge from the
volume of my poop. As Bryce had pinned on the Thickies diaper over my
disposable, I was more prominently diapered than the other boys. When
it came to my turn to 'apologize', I got up, turned around and stuck my
well-padded butt to Billy and his father and said, "here's my apology."
Then, as if on cue, I released the rest of my bowel movement. It exited
from my rear end with a spectacularly loud fart, accompanied by sounds
of bubbling wet shit. I felt the poop coating my balls and my buttocks
as the poop flood spread throughout the back half of my diaper.
Everybody laughed and cheered, including Kevin, who was quite
amused by my virtually impromptu little antic. Tony and Bryce didn't
even get a chance to apologize to Mr. Dixon and Billy as they left in
complete disgust over my actions, the very behavior that Kevin was
defending against Mr. Dixon. Kevin stayed with us for a few minutes and
we briefly celebrated Billy's departure. Nathan filled his diaper
shortly afterwards. After a few minutes of this, Kevin told us to get
ready for bed since the lights were going to be turning off. As he left
from our cabin, all turned to darkness. This didn't keep us from
celebrating Billy leaving the camp, though.
From this point, the rest of the time at camp passed without much
incident. Each day brought a different set of activities. We wrote
letters to home and I had quite a bit to tell about this camping trip,
enough to fill six handwritten pages. I had gotten to know all of the
boys with whom I had closely associated and I got pictures of all of
them in various poses in their diapers as well as plenty of candid
shots. I couldn't wait to get the film developed when I got back home.
Likewise, I modeled for several of the other boys, wearing my Thickies
diaper over my disposable in some pictures. In other pictures I wore
just my disposables, making sure they all got a good shot of me while
my diaper was good and wet and very full of poop.
If I accomplished anything good for anyone while at Camp Branson,
I would have to say that, along with Tony and Jonny, we helped Matthew
to overcome his inhibitions in expressing his feelings for wearing
diapers. The fact that Jonny and Matthew were in the same cabin
together and having become friends was something of a miracle,
considering their formerly unfriendly relations.
On the last day of camp the younger boys in our cabin decided to
join the others in the "Take-Your-Diapers-Off Swim." This was an annual
event according to Camp Branson veterans, when all of the boys would
all go down to the lake and have a splashing good time while swimming
without their diapers on, or anything else for that matter. It wasn't
formally recognized by the camp as an event, but since the day was open
to any activities, the counselors agreed to make this an optional
activity, and from the looks of the water in the lake, most of the boys
participated.
While this sort of nudist swimming activity may seem okay for
toilet-oriented boys, keep in mind that there were hundreds of
incontinent boys swimming in the same body of water within relatively
proximity of each other. Granted, the water wasn't very clean to begin
with, but I felt sorry for any of the fish at this end of the lake.
The oldest among us� Tony, Jonny, Matthew and myself� opted to
stay at the cabin. It wasn't that we were highly averse to swimming in
polluted water, we just had other plans. While we had all jacked off in
our own beds, it was hard to do in a small enclosure with nine other
boys. We wanted to try masturbating in each other's presence as this
was the perfect opportunity to do so. Matthew knew what we were
planning to do, and, much to our surprise, he decided to stay at the
cabin. Either he didn't want to swim naked, or he really wanted to join
us in jacking off.
Matthew looked nervous as he sat among the rest of us. We told
him to relax. When Matthew appeared to be okay, I had asked him if he
had ever read anything that got him excited.
"Excited, as in...?"
"Yeah," Tony said.
"Well, I still do sometimes feel guilty when I do it," Matthew
said. "But I think I am getting better, thanks to all of you. What were
you going to show me, a porno mag or something?"
"No, no, no, this is even better," Jonny said. "Much better."
At this point I went to my bag and got out my copies of my diaper
stories that I had written. I asked Matthew to read the one I had
handed him. I chose one with a positive theme, one that didn't involve
spanking or punishment. Most of my stories included this to some
extent.
"It isn't anything bad, is it?" Matthew asked.
"Not unless you think it's bad," I said.
Matthew then started reading the story. Because we knew he would
be distracted if we all sat there and watched, we let him read the
story while the rest of us looked at my other stories. Within just a
couple minutes I could hear his diaper crinkling repeatedly; albeit
lightly and subtly. As I looked over to him I could see that he had his
free hand firmly fixed on the front of his diaper while holding the
paper in his other hand. I could plainly see that he was in a very much
aroused state by my story.
"Oops, sorry," he said, realizing that he had momentarily lost
his inhibitions.
"That's okay, Matthew," I said. "Couldn't resist, could you?"
"No," he said. "I always thought that boys did this because they
looked at girl magazines. I didn't think anyone ever did it while
reading a story about a boy wearing diapers."
Matthew then sat silently as he appeared to want to tell us
something. We patiently awaited his words.
"I do have to sort of confess something, now that I see that you
guys also do this," Matthew delivered his words shakily.
"Go ahead, tell us, Matthew," Jonny said. "We're friends now," he
added, putting his arm around Matthew's neck.
"Well, I write stories like this, too," he said. "I write them
all the time, because it's my only outlet for how I really feel about
diapers. Then after I read it I throw it away out of guilt and because
I'm afraid that my parents would catch me. They tell me that doing
these things is bad."
"What things?" Jonny asked.
"Well, you know, masturbation," he said shyly.
"Do you really feel that it's bad?" I asked.
"Well, after being with you guys, and thinking about it, I don't
see anything wrong with it. I wish I really knew what God thought of
it. He gave me these feelings, and I know He wouldn't want me to direct
them in an inappropriate way, which I think would be to do it with a
girl or a women before getting married. It just seems unnatural that I
feel this way about diapers, instead of girls."
"So what are your stories like?" Tony asked.
"Well, they're things I would never read before my Sunday School
class, let's just put it that way," he said. "When I write my stories,
I turn my Bible over, thinking that it's so God can't see me writing,
but I know He can. All I do is think about these feelings, how this is
my moment that I can release these feelings. I write about myself
wearing nothing but diapers from the day I was born. One time I wrote
about all the boys at church showing up in diapers. Then I read it and
masturbate, then when the guilt sets in I throw it away."
"Do you have any stories at home?" I asked.
"One, and I was gonna read it and throw it out when I got back,
but I think I am going to keep it and try to remember what the others
were like and also write them again."
"Promise me you won't throw them away," I told him.
"I promise," he said.
"I can even mail you some of mine if you want," I offered. He
accepted it as his mother would think that they were just letters from
the boys he knew at camp.
"Thanks. I'll send you copies of mine when I get them done," he
said.
"Do you remember which one was probably your most nastiest one?"
Jonny asked. "I mean, thick diapers, stinking really bad all the time,
being wet and unchanged, having to wear diapers in front of everyone,
jacking off in them, stuff like that."
"Yeah, the one I still have at home," Matthew said.
"Maybe you can tell us what it's about," I suggested. Matthew
agreed to tell his story from his memory. He got up to turn his Bible
over, so we knew it had to be a good one!
Matthew started out by telling us his story about a boy who had
moved in to a new house at the end of the summer. Being lonely that
first Saturday and not having made any friends at his new school, the
boy decided to go meet his neighbors. He knew that there were two boys
who lived next door, but other than when they came home from school, he
never saw them outside. They were both younger than him, so he didn't
see them at school much. When he went over that afternoon, he was
surprised to see that the two boys were in diapers, very, very thick
diapers The boys were crawling as a result of the thickness of their
diapers.
When the boy was invited in, he found out that the other boys'
mother had some strange obsession with diapering boys, so right away,
the visiting boy was stripped of his pants, which were then promptly
discarded. He had his underwear taken off. Then, the woman brought out
a huge armload of diapers and told the boy to lie down on the floor.
She then kept putting diapers on him, one after another, pinning them
all up with as many pins as she could use. Fifteen minutes later the
boy realized that he was still getting diapered, much of the time being
spent on the excessive pinning of the diapers. Already the diapers were
so thick that the boy was not able to close his legs. The stack of
remaining diapers didn't seem to have gotten much smaller, so the
diapering was expected to continue for awhile longer until the last
diaper was to be pinned on. By the time the last diaper was on, the boy
couldn't even walk in the huge mass of diapers that bulged at least six
inches from his crotch and his butt. He, too, was reduced to crawling.
Matthew didn't even get to the parts about the boys being wet and
poopy and going unchanged for the entire weekend before he and the rest
of us started jacking off. He continued to tell the story, talking
about how wet and stinky the three boys became and how the boy's mother
reacted when she came over to find out where her son had been all day.
Matthew got to where his story was being interrupted more and
more by his having to take breaths and stroke himself. We all had a
very vivid image of the story at this point and all of us were in deep
arousal. We all jacked off together and within a couple minutes of each
other, we all brought ourselves to ejaculation.
I thought that after something this intense, Matthew would feel
very guilty and renege on his promise not to destroy the written story.
I couldn't wait to read his written version of it, so I was especially
hopeful that he would not go back to his former feelings. I was
relieved to learn that, even after we had all recovered from the
intense masturbation session we had together, that he did not feel so
guilty.
The day we were to go back home had arrived. It was a day of
mixed feelings. One side of me was wanting to get back to the comforts
of home and to allow me to enjoy a normal summer of bumming around the
house and shitting and pissing in thick diapers. If I didn't do this at
my house, I did it at Tony's.
The other side of me was feeling some sadness and anticipation of
separation from some good friends. I had gotten to know all the boys
from my cabin so well and I hated to part ways with them. I would
especially miss Matthew. I felt that I had contributed a great part to
the betterment of his life. He wasn't Billy, that's for sure. I
convinced him not to feel guilty about masturbating in diapers and
instead to freely think about without inhibition how fun diapers are
for boys to wear and use. I felt good that he was allowing himself to
feel good about his natural boyhood feelings that resulted from his
being in diapers, which I also felt was very natural for any boy who
came to associate all his sexual impulses synonymously with the
constant presence of diapers in that area of his body. At the same
time, his religious beliefs were not compromised out of all this. I
would have felt bad if he hadn't turned his Bible back over after we
jacked off together.
I had known from the moment that I introduced myself to the other
boys in my cabin that when this day came, the day we all boarded our
buses for home, it would be hard to say goodbye to them. The moment was
every bit as difficult to swallow as I anticipated. We hoped to meet
again at the camp next year, but plans change and nothing was certain
as to whether or not we would see each other again. We all exchanged
mailing addresses and agreed to stay in touch.
Everyone was most interested in finding out if Tony and I would
make our national television debut in diapers. They felt like they were
among two future celebrities. I figured if I were to get my fifteen
minutes of fame, it would be only appropriate for a boy like me that it
involved diapers.
When it was time to leave we all threw our stuff into the bus
that would be carrying our bags. Tony and I and most of the other boys
were still in just diapers at this point. Nathan, Bryce, Tony and I
left our shorts in our bas. We then boarded the bus. A roll call was
conducted to ensure that everyone was accounted for. Then the driver
reminded us that those of us who did not have our pants or shorts on
would have to leave the bus wearing just diapers upon arriving at the
school in the middle of town. The school was on a major thoroughfare
and no doubt a lot of passersby would find it quite amusing to see a
bunch of diaper-clad boys running to meet their waiting families. The
four of us took a vote. It was unanimously decided to stay in just our
diapers, especially seeing that the other boys on the bus were not
getting up. Only a few boys decided at the last minute to get their
shorts. When they returned, the driver said, "Anybody else? This is
your last chance, boys."
After a couple seconds of silence, the driver said, "going
once...going twice...gone!" With this, he shut the door and started the
engine.
The drive back seemed even longer than the drive getting up here,
even taking into account the fact that our bus had broken down on the
way up. There wasn't a lot of talking on the way back. Most of the boys
were tired and wanting to get home. As much as I enjoyed Camp Branson,
I couldn't wait to get back home, get my butt super-diapered by Lisa
and Cindy, as they undoubtedly missed doing this, and then crawl into
my soft and comfy crib.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 49
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After trying to rest on the bus while riding down the rough and
bumpy road from the mountains, it was good just to see paved road
again, and it was even better to see the first signs of returning to
town, such as billboards, houses and stopping at the first red light
since we had left. It felt good to be back home again. As we approached
the school I could see several cars and people waiting outside as the
caravan of buses pulled in. After the bus stopped we got off of the
bus. I felt silly exiting the bus and walking out onto the parking lot
wearing just my diaper and my shirt, but seeing that most of the boys
were like this, I knew I wasn't the only one. Still, I could only
imagine what the people driving by and riding by on their bicycles
thought as dozens of conspicuously diapered boys exited from the three
passenger buses. Tony and I went over to the bus carrying our
belongings. Dozens of diaper-clad boys then dispersed throughout the
parking lot to meet with their families again.
Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I walked together as we lugged our heavy
bags around while we tried to locate our families. Looking at
everyone's sagging diaper-butts it was easy to see that we were all due
for a change. Even Tony and I were conspicuously in need of diaper
changes in spite of the fact that we were wearing Thickies disposables.
Nathan's mother waved to him as she saw the four of us ambling
about the parking lot trying to find where our families were waiting.
At this point we realized that we would likely not see Nathan again or
at least talk to him unless we exchanged phone numbers or something,
being that he would be attending a different school than us. Quickly he
gave us his number and told us to call him as he headed towards his
mother's car.
"We will," I said. "We'll keep in touch."
Bryce then located his family. Cindy was waiting with Bryce's
sister Gina. Cindy then got out of the car and greeted us.
"You guys!" she said. "You just can't stand to cover up those
diapers, can you?"
"I guess we've sort of gotten used to it," I said.
"Even though everyone driving by sees you boys in your diapers,"
Cindy said. She then waved to Gina as they pulled away.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked.
"They're not here," Cindy said.
"What?" I said, surprised.
"I said they're not here," Cindy repeated. "We have to walk back
home."
"You're kidding!" I said, realizing that this would mean I would
have to walk home in diapers, ditto for Tony. As if this wasn't enough,
we had heavy bags to haul home.
"Then why don't we get a ride from Bryce's Mom?" I asked.
"Too late, they're already down the road," Cindy said.
"What about my Mom?" Tony asked. "Chris can ride back with us."
"I haven't seen her," Cindy said. "Come on, diaper-butts, home's
this way!"
"Are you shitting me?" I asked Cindy.
"No, but from the looks of that diaper on your butt, you sure
shit yourself!" Cindy remarked.
Suddenly Kara came running out.
"Tony! We're over here!"
"Ahh, Kara!" Cindy said, sounding disappointed. "You knew we
wanted to fool the boys!"
"So Mom and Dad *are* here, right?" I said, having realized that
Cindy was joking.
"Yes, they are," Cindy said, hinting an apology in her voice.
"Very funny," I said.
"Oh come on, Chris, lighten up. Lisa and I haven't had you around
for two weeks to tease, we missed you!" With this, Lisa patted me on
the butt.
"And I missed patting your DIAPER BUTT!" Cindy said as she chased
me around the lot, having cleared of several cars now. I felt the poop
squishing around in the back of my diaper as I ran.
"Cindy! Not here!"
"Gee, Chris, it isn't like there aren't other diapered boys
around here," Cindy said.
"Look, I'm tired, okay?" I asked Cindy. "I'm ready for a nap when
I get home."
"Well, stinky-butt, before you get a nap, you'd better get a
nappy!"
"Whatever," I said, dismissing the remark.
"'Nappy' means diaper in Britain," Cindy added, seeing that I
didn't catch this. "Of all people, I would think *you* would have known
that one, Chris!"
Kara then led Tony to where his mother was parked and waiting,
which was just three cars down from where my own family was waiting.
"Bye, Tony! See you tomorrow!" I said as we parted ways.
When Cindy led me to the car, I was surprised to see that Lisa
was sitting in the driver's seat. Dad was sitting in the back seat. I
wasn't used to seeing this. Cindy went up to Lisa from the driver's
side window and asked for the keys to the trunk. Lisa pulled them out
of the ignition and handed them to Cindy. She then opened the trunk so
that I could put my bags in it. Cindy then opened the back door and had
me get in as I sat down next to Dad. Cindy then got in and closed the
door behind her. She handed the keys back to Lisa.
"Glad to see you back, son," Dad said. "How was camp?"
"It was fun," I said, though in a groggy voice.
"We got your 'novel' in the mail," Dad said, referring to my
letter. "It sounds like you had a lot of excitement."
"I did, but I'll sure he glad to get home and sleep in my own bed
again."
"You sleep in a crib, Chris, remember?" Lisa said from the front.
"Bed, crib, whatever," I said. "I know it's more comfortable."
"Everybody got your seatbelts on?" Lisa asked all of us. I still
hadn't fastened mine yet.
"Are *you* driving, Lisa?" I asked in surprise, having nearly
forgotten that she had been taking driver's training while I was at
camp.
"Yes, Chris, *I* am driving," Lisa said, having taken offense to
the tone of my remark.
"She's doing really well," my Mom said as she was accompanying
Lisa. "She'll have her license soon."
"Can she drive now?" I asked.
"Well, not really, but we don't have that far to go to get back
home," my Mom said. At this point I was fumbling around for my
seatbelt. Cindy could see that I was sitting on it, as the buckle was
tucked down behind the seat.
"Sit up," Cindy told me. As I sat up, she reached her hand under
my diapered bottom.
"Whoo, that diaper is ripe!" Cindy remarked as her knuckles
pushed up against my butt as she pulled the buckle out from the seat. I
sat back down and fastened it across my lap.
"Start `er up!" my Mom said. Lisa started the car, put it into
reverse and flawlessly backed it out of the parking space. I had always
taken for granted that Mom and Dad and all the adults I had ridden with
knew what they were doing, but I was nervous as I had never seen Lisa
drive before. Lisa then put the car into drive and moved forward. She
put on her turn signal upon leaving the parking lot as she was likely
drilled to do in her driver's education class; I never saw Mom or Dad
or any experienced driver do this. Then we were out on the street
headed for home. Lisa had a good command of the car and she came to a
perfect stop at the next red light. I felt better now. She was,
admittedly, a good driver.
On the way home everybody asked me about camp and all the things
we did. Among the more mundane moments that I had at Camp Branson, I
told them about the flagpole episode but I didn't mention that I was
actually there when it happened. I told this story just as the rest of
the camp believed that it had happened. I also withheld the fact that
we got lost in the woods and had to be driven back to camp by another
group of campers that we happened upon.
"So, what are you doing without your shorts on, anyway?" Cindy
asked me as se tugged at my wet and poopy diaper.
"We just all decided to ride back without them," I said.
"Did you use your Thickies diaper that I stuck in your bag?" Lisa
asked as she looked at me in the rearview mirror.
"Yes, I did, thanks," I said. "It made quite an impression on the
other boys."
"As thick as they are, I imagine it did," Lisa said.
We made it back to the house in one piece as Lisa parked the car
in the driveway. I got my bag out of the trunk and headed into the
house. I never realized that I had missed home so much. It was the
first time I had been in an air-conditioned environment. I went to the
refrigerator and grabbed a cold soda and a glass of ice. I poured my
drink into the ice I sat down in the kitchen and drank it down,
savoring every sweet drop of the chilled, refreshing bubbly fizz.
"Ready for your cloth diapers again, Diaper-Butt?" Lisa said as
she came into the kitchen carrying an armload of diapers. She couldn't
wait to diaper me, and it looked like she really wanted to diaper me up
good.
"If you don't mind, I want to shower first," I said.
"Okay, we'll have the diapers ready," Lisa said as she went into
my room and laid the diapers out.
After I finished my drink I went into the bathroom and took off
my soiled and soaked Thickies diaper. I stepped into the shower and
washed myself clean. The poopy residue from my butt swirled down into
the drain as I watched little pieces of fecal matter play follow-the-
leader straight into the sewer. After I got showered off I stepped out
and dried myself off. It felt so nice and refreshing to be clean again.
I held the towel around me as I walked into my room, though I
realized that doing this was pointless as Lisa and Cindy always saw me
naked anyway and were about to see me naked for the first time in two
weeks as they had the diapers ready.
I noticed that there were stacks of diapers on top of my
dressers. Lisa then remarked on this, stating that they had run out of
room for storing my diapers.
"Since you were gone, Chris, we got you some bigger diapers, and
then, since you weren't here to wear them and pee and poop in them all
the time, we got them all washed. Usually you're wearing several of
them and then there are more in the wash as well as several dirty ones,
so when we got all your diapers washed we didn't realize you had so
many of them!"
I assumed my position on the changing table. Lisa and Cindy each
shook powder over my waiting genitals. I had a very full erection.
"I think Chris has grown since we last changed him," Lisa said,
referring to my penis size.
"Either that or we've just forgotten," Cindy said.
My stiff dick didn't remain out in the open for long as the
diapers were about to enshroud it in deep stacks of white cloth. With a
stack of diapers too tall to stand without falling over, Lisa and Cindy
each took turns putting a diaper on me and pinning it up tightly and
abundantly. The stacked slowly diminished as the bulk around me
increased accordingly. My sisters kept pinning diapers on me until I
had over a dozen diapers on. These were just regular diapers, as to
wear this many Thickies diapers at a time would be impossible.
"We really missed diapering your butt," Lisa said. "So we're just
making up for it."
Cindy then brought over some of the brand new, bigger diapers
that they had just gotten for me. With these diapers, Cindy took her
turn at adding another diaper layer, followed by Lisa, then Cindy
again, having applied a sixteenth and final diaper. All I could do was
lie there before my two sisters, each of whom had ear-to-ear grins on
their faces, glad to have their diaper-boy brother back again. My legs
were spread apart by the very thick and wide diapers packed solidly
into my crotch. It sure felt good to be back into super-thick and tight
multiple cloth diapers again. I had an incredible hard-on and I
couldn't wait to jack off, having missed the ultra-diapering that my
sisters prided themselves upon giving me each day over the years.
Lastly I had my plastic pants put on, a brand new Thickies pair, the
biggest pair I had seen yet. Cindy handed me a shirt and she put it on
for me. As high up as my diapers went I almost didn't really need the
shirt but I was more comfortable with it on anyway. She then put some
socks on my feet. Lisa pulled the gate down on my crib. I waddled over
to it and climbed into it. My soft mattress was very much missed and
appreciated as I lay myself down. It was too warm for the covers, so I
just lay in the crib with my diapered state in full view. Lisa and
Cindy stared at me for several seconds. I was wanting them to leave so
I could jack off and then get some rest.
"Uhh, can I rest now?" I asked.
"Sure. We'll leave. We know you need some privacy now," Lisa
giggled, knowing that I was not able to masturbate as much at camp.
"We just missed seeing our Diaper-Butt brother," Cindy said.
"You've got plenty of pictures," I said.
"True, but you can't slap your DIAPER-BUTT in a picture!" Lisa
said as she reached over the gate and gave me a good whap on the
behind. She, too, missed the affection that she enjoyed giving me for
being in diapers all the time.
"Whoa, Cindy, we really diapered up that butt something
seriously, didn't we!" Lisa said as she noted how much the diapers
cushioned her hand as she patted my butt repeatedly.
"Okay, enough already!" I said, even though I was sort of
enjoying the attention.
"Okay, we'll let you get some rest," Lisa said as she and Cindy
finally left from my room. After they closed the door I began massaging
the huge mass of diapers stretched and pinned up over my front, rising
high enough to nearly cover up my nipples.
I thought about how much I was diapered again and how good it
felt. I missed being in such thick diapers. I realized how much I
really loved being diapered. My intense thoughts ran through my mind as
I thought what I or another boy looked like in these diapers. I thought
about what the diapers would feel like in a couple hours after I had
peed and pooped in them. Actually, I didn't have to wait that long as I
paused to take a shit, which was accompanied by pissing in my diapers
with an erect penis. As my dick was oriented so that it pointed
straight towards my stomach, when I wet it soaked into the uppermost
portion of the diapers. It made me especially glad that they came up so
high on me. In the rear I loaded up what little space there was in
between my butt cheeks and the diapers with a heavy discharge of poop.
My gooey shit instantly spread all over my butt. I pooped some more and
added to the mess that I would be stuck in for the next several hours.
Even through all those thick diapers, the air around began to stink of
poop. I felt so nasty and horny as I savored these wonderful diaper-boy
feelings once again.
Within a minute I came feverishly, draining myself of all the
energy I had left in me. My semen drained from my balls and the jizz
mixed in with the piss that had already soaked the high-rising front of
my diapers. After my erection subsided and I got myself relaxed again,
I turned back over on my side.
As I lay there, I thought about one of the reasons I went to camp
in the first place, so that I wouldn't be stuck at home wondering if I
would be a TV Diaper Boy. I figured the all-important letter had
arrived while I was gone. If I had been selected, I figured I would
have been told first thing. Nothing had been said of this yet, so I was
concerned. In spite of how much I wanted to find out, my whole body was
limp and weak from jacking off, and I was too tired to get up from my
comfortable crib, so I decided to find out after I was ready to get
back up. I rolled onto my stomach and drifted off to sleep.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 50
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A couple hours later Lisa awakened me to join the family for
dinner. I was still tired and groggy and my diaper was wet, at least
the inner core of the thick mass of diapers that Lisa put on me. Still,
I got up, looking forward to eating my first home-cooked meal in two
weeks. I also wanted to find out if I had received any notification on
being selected to model Thickies diapers.
"Did they pick me?" I asked Lisa.
"Did who pick you?" Lisa asked.
"Aww, come on, Lisa, you know what I'm talking about!"
"You'll find out after dinner," she said.
"Why can't I know now? Did they send anything?"
"Yes, they did," she said.
"So tell me!" I demanded.
"After dinner, okay?" she said.
"Okay, fine. When's dinner ready?"
"Oh, maybe thirty minutes," she said.
"I was sound asleep; you could have let me sleep some more," I
said.
"You need some time to wake up," she said.
I got out of my crib and waddled out of my bedroom and then down
the hallway and into the living room. Dad was sitting in his chair
reading the Sunday paper. He looked up at me and nodded, hinting a
smile. Dad wasn't much on showing his positive emotions, even when he
was happy.
"Good to see you home again, son," my Dad said. "We missed you."
"I missed you too, Dad," I said. I walked over to him and he
patted my head and mussed up my hair. I sat down on the couch next to
his recliner and asked what he and the family had done while I was
away. It didn't seem like I missed much of anything in the family, but
I had learned that a warehouse downtown had burned down and my old
elementary school got broken into. Funny the things a person misses in
just two weeks. I asked Dad about my being selected to appear in the
Thickies advertisements.
"We'll talk about it at dinner," he said.
"Can't you tell me now?" I asked.
"Well, we'd rather discuss it as a family," he said.
"So there *is* something to discuss?" I inflected my voice
excitedly?"
"Well, yes," my dad said with a positive tone. "But that doesn't
mean yes or no," he added. "One of the reasons we sent you to camp was
so you wouldn't be home bugging us about it."
"So do you want me to go, that is, if I was chosen?" I asked Dad.
"Of course, son," my Dad added. "I just think we should be
together at the table when we talk about it."
"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that I would
remain in suspense for at least another half hour. I didn't know what
the big deal was about making me wait to find out if I was picked or
not.
"Can't wait to find out, can you, boy?" my dad said. I had a
feeling that they wouldn't be withholding this information from me if
the answer was no. On the other hand, maybe they wanted me to enjoy
dinner and get settled back in at home before delivering the bad news.
I leaned back and sat with my legs apart and exposing the thickness and
the width of the crotch of my diapers. Dad looked over at me and looked
at my crotch, noting the uniform stack of diapers layered over me in a
tight, solid pack.
"I'm glad your sisters haven't lost their touch," my Dad
commented on how heavily and tightly I was diapered up. Dad also had a
baseball game on TV, and as much as I wasn't much for sports, I got
caught up in it and watched it a little. After a little while I asked
Dad for the comics page and Dad handed it to me, so I read them and
passed the time. Cotton also came up to me and meowed as he hopped up
on the couch and curled up in my lap, apparently having missed the
softness and the warmth of my diapers. He purred and kneaded my bulky
diapers while I read the comics. After I was done reading and Cotton
was done showing how much he missed me I got up and waddled to the
kitchen, where Mom greeted me.
"Looks like the girls missed diapering you," my Mom commented as
I came up to her in very thick diapers. I looked at the stove and saw
that she was stirring a pot of spaghetti with meatballs. This was most
definitely a treat! I loved spaghetti, and after two weeks of either
undercooked or overcooked hot dogs, beans and overly greasy hamburgers,
this was going to be a good dinner, indeed.
Mom set her spoon down and inspected my diapers by pulling back
my plastic pants. She put her fingers in between my bottommost diaper
and my back and her thumb on my topmost diaper and determined the
volume of diapers that I had on was quite impressive.
"My, my, Lisa, looks like you put enough diapers on him to supply
an entire day care with a diarrhea epidemic for a whole month!" my Mom
commented.
"That's how he's usually diapered," Lisa said while she was
making the salad. "Well, maybe I exaggerated a little, but still, well,
I missed diapering him, what can I say?"
"I guess I've forgotten just how much Chris likes to be diapered
up," my Mom said, patting me on the butt again. She then pulled my
plastic pants down to my knees and then examined the number of diaper
layers in my crotch, detecting that I had already wet them. Mom then
pulled my plastic pants back up. At this moment I farted in Mom's face.
"Chris!" my Mom said in a partly humorous way.
"You mean you actually heard that one?" I said, slapping my own
diapered butt to further acknowledge how thickly I was wearing my
diapers. It felt so good to wear all my thick diapers after two weeks.
I was getting hard and horny again and I wanted to jack off some more.
"Yes, and I smelled it, too, even through this wall of cotton on
your butt!" With this, Mom hit my butt even harder, knowing that I
wouldn't feel it. I think she missed seeing her diaper boy running
around the house, too.
"Sorry, must be the beans from camp still processing in my
system," I said to Mom.
"We'll just have to get used to that smell and more around here
again," my Mom said. "Your diaper odors had dissipated while you were
gone."
Lisa then came up to me and started spanking my diapered butt.
"I missed you. Chris," she said. "I missed spanking your big,
thick diapered butt!" I actually didn't mind her doing this to me, and
in fact, I was enjoying it and even letting it show. It felt good for
things to be back to normal, I mused as I thought about this activity
as being "normal."
"Okay, that's enough," Mom said to Lisa.
"Mom, I think he likes it!" Lisa said. She then took a couple
more hard swings. "You can't hurt him, anyway!"
"Well, I need to go wash up, Lisa," Mom said as she stopped Lisa
from her affectionate spanking of my behind "Can you finish stirring
this?" my Mom asked Lisa so that she could go wash her hands after
having touched my wet diapers.
Finally, dinner was served. Cindy came out of her room and joined
the rest of us at the table. I don't remember a time when spaghetti,
green salad and garlic bread looked better to me than it did tonight.
This, and very thick diapers. I felt, well, pampered in more ways than
one.
Still, the burning question: was I going to be Mr. Diaper Boy
USA? After Lisa finished her second big helping, she brought up the
topic.
"When should we tell him?" Lisa asked.
"I think he's had enough suspense," my Dad said, seeing that I
had cleared my plate for the second time. My Mom got up from the table
to hand me the letter. I pulled it out of the already opened envelope
and unfolded it. Now I was very nervous and shaking. I couldn't even
hold the letter still enough to read it very well. In fact, I could
barely hold the letter in my hand at all.
I looked at the CKM Products letterhead and then the date. I
almost couldn't bring myself to read it in case it wasn't good news. I
decided to read it all at once and end this self-torture.
Dear Mr. Barrett:
CKM Products has concluded its final screening of its applicants for
appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand diapers. The final
candidates have been selected for modeling the diapers. Many factors
went into consideration and the process of determining our candidates
was a very difficult decision for our panel.
After having carefully screened hundreds of applicants and dozens of
qualifying hopefuls for appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand
diapers, I am pleased to inform you that you have been SELECTED to
model our reusable diaper products.
"YYESSSS!!!" I exclaimed. I was so happy I literally shit my
diapers! "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
"Congratulations, Chris!" my Dad said from across the table.
"Congratulations, brother!" Cindy said. "I knew you'd make the
perfect diaper model!"
I got up from the table and I went over to Mom. I gave her a hug.
I shook Dad's hand. Lisa and Cindy each gave me a hug as well as a
kiss, and of course, a swat on the butt.
I went back to my seat and finished reading the rest of the
letter. We talked about my being selected while we cleared the table
and put the dishes in the dishwasher. We then sat down again and ate
ice cream for dessert.
I was so excited about having been selected for being in the
Thickies diaper commercials that I didn't even think about Tony and
whether he had also been selected.
"I hope Tony was selected, too," I said.
"Well, Chris, that's why we were a little hesitant to tell you
right away," my Dad said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Tony didn't make it," my father replied.
I had come down from the exhilarating high that I was feeling
just a moment ago. While I was still excited that I was selected, I was
feeling bummed out that Tony was not going to be going to join me in
the commercials. I felt like we had been a team all along and we should
be in this thing together. I decided to call Tony right away. I knew he
would be disappointed, and as I talked to him on the phone, my
expectations were met.
It was hard to talk about how excited I was to appear in the
commercial when I knew that Tony would think I was rubbing it in. He
seemed to take the news gracefully, though, as disappointed he was.
"I will be getting a year's supply of Thickies disposables as a
consolation," Tony said. It was only a small comfort to him, knowing
that he had fallen so short of having attained this achievement.
"How do they determine a year's supply of diapers anyway?" I
asked, trying to lighten up the discussion somewhat. It helped, for a
moment, anyway.
"You're right, Chris, not everyone changes their diapers as often
as others do," he said with a small laugh. Tony also sounded a little
more hopeful when he said that he still may be chosen in the event that
one of the other finalists would not be able to go.
"Let's keep our fingers crossed," Tony said.
"Right now my fingers are about the only thing I can cross," I
said.
"What do you mean?" Tony asked.
"Well, I sure can't cross my legs right now since Lisa diapered
me up plentifully," I said. While I was talking to Tony I tried
crossing my legs, knowing full well that I couldn't even get my knees
to touch, let alone get my legs to cross. No matter how hard I tried,
the thick diapers in my crotch ensured that I would remain bow-legged
and forced to waddle for the next several hours. The thought of being
diapered like this as well as the sensation and the sight of all the
diapers I was wearing brought me to a full erection again. Nobody was
in the kitchen, so I started rubbing myself while sitting at the
kitchen table talking on the phone.
"Lisa and Cindy really missed diapering me," I said as I pulled
down the side of my plastic pants and starting idly picking at the many
diaper pins that locked my diapers onto me so tightly.
"Kara missed me, too," Tony said. "She changed my diapers the
minute we got home."
Before I realized it, I had been talking to Tony for almost half
an hour. He was laughing and he almost sounded like he had shaken off
his disappointment over not being chosen to appear in the Thickies
commercials. Still, I knew he was feeling down about this, and the
topic returned once more before I hung up.
"My Mom's taking me and Kara out to pizza and a movie tomorrow
night to cheer me up," Tony said. "She said you're invited as well."
"Thanks," I said. "I'll look forward to it."
"Maybe we can have a sleepover as well," he said. We had slept in
each other's presence among other boys for the last two weeks. Tonight
would be my first night to myself and having a comfortable bed-- or in
my case, a crib. As much as I wanted more than one night alone and in
comfort, I felt that it would make Tony feel better if I spent the
night at his house tomorrow. After having gotten permission, I told
Tony I would see him tomorrow night.
After I hung up I went over to the computer and started writing
an account of my experiences at Camp Branson. This took up the last two
hours or so of my time before I had to go to bed. Lisa was already in
bed as she had to get up early since she still had another week of
driver's training. Dad was also in bed as he had to work early, so it
was just Cindy, Mom and myself. Mom was taking a late night bath before
going to bed. It was past eleven o-clock when Cindy's show on TV was
over. She approached me, still in her denim shorts and blouse, and she
asked me what I was writing.
"Just a story about the camp," I said as I turned off the monitor
so she wouldn't see what I was typing. I was writing about the part
where Jonny and I sneaked out one night and I helped him sabotage the
boys in Cabin Five.
"Why don't you want me to see it?" Cindy asked me.
"Because it's private," I said sternly.
"Private?" Cindy questioned with a laugh.
"Yeah, private, you know, like, secret," I said, resenting her
nosiness.
"You have no secrets left, Chris," Cindy said. "I see you naked
dick, balls and butt covered in pee and poop every day and I clean it
up, and I see how you react to this, being a boy and all. I smell your
poop and your farts. Most of all, I know what you do in your diapers
besides pee and poop in them, and I know what you think about when you
do it," Cindy added, grinning ear to ear. "I know how that diaper-
obsessed mind of yours works, little brother."
"Well, still, just respect my privacy, okay?" I said. Cindy
ignored my request and she reached over me and turned the monitor on.
"Hey!" I said, trying to push her away.
"There's no such thing as privacy for you anymore, Chris," Cindy
said. "I wanna read it!"
"No!" I said, turning the monitor back off again. I was standing
in front of the computer with my legs spread, sticking my diapered butt
in Cindy's face. While I was in this position I dumped a load of shit
in my diapers.
"You know what all I did at camp, I told you and everyone all of
that," I said, feeling the ooze still emerging from my butt and filling
up the back half of my thick, still-exteriorly white diapers.
"I tend to doubt that you told us *everything,*" Cindy said.
"Okay,, so I left out some mundane and unimportant details, big
deal," I said. Cindy wasn't buying it. She was almost fourteen and she
had her share of sex education at school, not necessarily from the
teachers. She knew more about boys than I wanted her to know,
especially *this* boy-- me, her brother.
"I bet you and those other boys did some things while you were
all together in the cabin that you haven't told us!" Cindy said, trying
to force it out of me. I sat back down, feeling the poop mess in my
diapers press up into my butt crack and ooze up to my balls.
"Really, and what makes you think of these things, Cindy?" I said
as I turned around and sat facing Cindy with my legs straddling the
chair.
"Because, I know what you think about, diaper boy!" she said with
a satisfied expression on her face, looking down at my diapered crotch.
Seeing that I appeared to be momentarily distracted by admiring my
diapered state she caught me off guard and got up and turned the
monitor on again. I turned around and I hit the "page up" key so that
it would scroll to where less sensitive information had been written.
"We started jacking off in our diapers," Cindy read aloud as she
picked out a sample sentence to read. "I betcha Mom would be proud of
you for writing this," she said. "She already knows you write this kind
of stuff anyway. Like I said, Chris, you have no privacy and no
secrets, anymore."
Mom came back out from her bath and asked Cindy if she had
changed me yet.
"Nope, not yet," she said.
"You kids should be getting to bed," my Mom said to us. "Better
take him in and change him."
"Okay, will do, Mom!" Cindy said joyfully. "But I wanna get ready
for bed first," Cindy said.
"Sure," Mom said. With this, Cindy ran to her room to change into
her nightgown.
"Time for your diaper change, Chris," Mom said to me as I went
back to the computer. "Go get ready for Cindy to change you. You've
been on that computer all night."
"Can I do just one more thing?" I asked.
"You have all day tomorrow to finish," my Mom said. "It's getting
late."
"It's not like I have to go to school," I protested.
"No, but you're tired, you just got back from camping, you need
your rest."
"Just one thing, okay?" I pleaded. "Otherwise I'll forget," I
said.
Mom sighed and told me to hurry it up with whatever I needed to
do since she knew Cindy would be right back out. I had a feeling that
Cindy would try to find out what I was writing, and then of course show
it to Lisa and Mom and Dad and everyone else once she got a copy of it.
I knew that all the things I wrote about concerning pissing, shitting
and jacking off in diapers was nothing new to Cindy's or Lisa's eyes,
but I didn't want them or my parents finding out about my involvement
in getting the other boys in trouble at camp. I went back to the
computer and brought the word processor back up. I called up the file
and added a password to it. I then saved the file, exited, moved it to
another section on the hard drive and then renamed it. For good measure
I compressed the file and then I also "hid" the compressed file so that
it wouldn't appear in the directory. I still had a secret or two, and
it was now safe at last.
Cindy was delayed a few minutes by stopping to use the bathroom
on her way out, giving me the time I needed to take all the necessary
safeguards to protect what I felt was my one and only secret from my
family. She came back out wearing a thin nightgown to keep cool on such
a hot summer night. I could even see her skimpy panties showing through
the thin fabric. My diapers had to have been literally several dozen
times, probably well over a hundred times thicker than Cindy's panties,
not to mention that my diapers went up so high on my back, whereas her
bikini-style panties barely covered her butt crack. Not only this, but
unlike Cindy's nightgown-- essentially a long shirt-- my shirt left my
diapers entirely exposed, even as high up as my diapers rose. The
thought of this comparison of our undergarments gave me an intense
hard-on as I once again thought about how privilege I felt to be a boy
in very thick diapers.
"I can't tell if you smell because you're padded so well!" Cindy
said as she swatted me on the butt repeatedly.
"I can tell," Mom said.
"Must be my allergies," Cindy commented.
"When you get his diapers off, that'll clear your sinuses,
especially if he smells like that when he's diapered up like that," Mom
commented.
"Yeah, Lisa did diaper up his butt pretty heavily," Cindy said.
"That is, *more* heavily than usual. I mean, geez, since when *don't*
we at least diaper you *heavily*, you know, Chris?"
"It was nice breathing fresh air in this house while it lasted,"
Mom commented while Cindy escorted me to my bedroom.
Cindy pulled off my plastic pants and then she spent several
minutes taking out all the pins. I wouldn't say that she had gotten
rusty in the last two weeks, but she wasn't quite as fast undiapering
me as I was used to. Either that or it just seemed that way since Lisa
decided to use even more pins than normal, with "normal" still being a
dozen pins or so for each diaper.
"Now I can smell you," Cindy said as she finally got the last
diaper off. She cleaned me up thoroughly and in the process kept my
dick as hard as it could be without ejaculating. I was worried that I
would shoot my load while she cleansed the shit off of my nuts and I
almost did. Perhaps the fear of this happening is what prevented it.
With my butt and crotch returned to cleanliness, Cindy diapered
me up again. She used a triple set of Thickies on me, which was even
thicker than what Lisa had put on me. At this rate I would eventally be
wearing diapers with a crotch thick enough to come down to my knees!
The surface of the diapers was already several inches from my skin as
it was. This wasn't an airy, fluffy stack, but a solid mass of fabric;
I could have bounced a quarter off of my diapered crotch!
After Cindy diapered me for the night she went over to my
drawers. I couldn't imagine what else she could possibly have me wear
with my diapers. She pulled out the diaper alarm that had been stored
away while I was gone, the device that measured the frequency and the
volume of my body's output that collected in my diapers.
"We should have been using this on you," Cindy said as she
strapped it around me and inserted the sensors deep down inside my
thick diapers. "We have no other way to tell what's in your diapers or
how much."
She activated the unit and it beeped to life. She did mute the
sound, however so that it wouldn't wake me every time I peed and pooped
in my sleep. Cindy then had to help me into my crib as my diapers made
walking impractical. As it was hot and that my heavy diapers made me
feel hot, but otherwise comfortable, I just lay there in my crib,
waiting for Cindy to turn the light off and shut the door. I jacked off
wildly, using the last of my energy that day and then I drifted off to
sleep, enjoying the soft comfort of my own crib.
Forever In Diapers, Parts 51-60