FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 61
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While the washing machine was running, Derek decided that in
spite of his lack of decent outer attire, he would go outside and play
basketball with me. I decided the game wasn't so bad after all, at
least while playing with Derek. I just hated playing with the kids at
school since they were all assholes and they always told me that I
sucked. I'll admit that I did suck at basketball and most sports in
general, but Derek was decent enough not to say that I sucked.
Derek's movement was encumbered noticeably by his wearing the
bulky multiple underpants, but he still dashed his way around the
driveway, and if anything, I was doing even worse since the sight of
Derek's "diapered" bottom distracted me. Several times I let the
basketball bounce away and roll into the street. I had to chase it down
several times. My being in just diapers caught the attention of people
who either drove by or went by on foot or on bicycle. From their
vantage point they saw two boys donning thick diapers.
"Found yourself a new diaper buddy, Chris?" one girl shouted. Her
friends laughed as they kept going.
"Diapers are for boys!" I heard another one of the girls shout
after they were out of my sight. Of course I didn't argue with her
contention.
By this time it had been a couple hours since we had taken the
laxatives and I had really pooped a lot into my diapers. I was really
beginning to smell strongly of shit and I could feel it in my diapers.
My balls were completely engulfed in a puddle of liquefied stool that
had found its way to the front of my diapers. Derek had loaded his
"diapers" as well, but he had to tell me that he did since I couldn't
see any such evidence of it through his bulky underpants. The smell of
my own dirty diapers masked Derek's odors.
"See? It works," I told Derek. "I can't tell that you've pooped
in your diapers, or your underwear, whatever."
"I pooped a lot," he said. "I need to go change, though."
"Ahh, wear 'em awhile," I told him as I patted him on the
shoulder. "That's what they're for. I go for several hours with shit in
my diapers all the time."
Jennie and Steven had returned from the store. Jennie was
carrying a gallon of milk while Steven was carrying a jumbo-sized
package of extra-large boys' diapers. The jumbo pack of diapers was
further assurance that he wasn't about to be potty trained anytime
soon. Jennie saw right away that Derek was outside in diapers, or at
least from a distance she thought he was wearing diapers.
"Derek! What are you doing outside like that?!" Jennie asked her
brother.
"Chris is dressed the same way," Derek explained.
"Your butt sticks out like a sore thumb, you know," Jennie said.
"Then my butt must stick out like a sore hand," I remarked as I
pointed to my smelly, diapered ass.
"Where did you get diapers?" Jennie asked Derek, still thinking
this was what he was wearing.
"I'm not wearing diapers," Derek said.
"Sure looks like it to me!" she said.
"But they're not diapers!" Derek argued.
Jennie then came closer and she realized that Derek had on
several pairs of underpants instead.
"What is this?" Jennie asked as she observed Derek from behind
and could see that his butt was well-covered by several boys' briefs.
She pulled back several waistbands and snapped them back onto Derek.
She grabbed more pairs the second time, enough to see why Derek had put
on several pairs of underwear.
"Euugh!" Jennie said as the smells of Derek's poopy bottom and
the sight of said poop reached her face. "You shit in them!"
"This is my, uhh, my diaper," Derek explained sheepishly.
"I knew it, Derek, I just knew it, you wanted to wear diapers
just like Chris, and it looks like you figured out a way to do it,"
Jennie remarked. "My, don't you look cute!"
"I'm having accidents, I'm telling you," Derek said.
"Really, so you decided that you'd just put on a bunch of
underpants and poop in them like a diaper since that's what Chris is
doing, right?"
"I suggested it to him," I said. "This is what I used to do when
I had accidents."
"So, where are your pants?" Jennie asked Derek.
"They got dirty, so I'm washing them," he said. "This is all I
have to wear. Besides, my pants won't fit over these anyway."
"Wait until Mom finds out about this," Jennie said with a
fiendish tone in her voice.
"Jennie!" Derek pleaded. She ignored Derek and kept walking into
the house, taking Steven in with her.
"Let her tell on you," I told Derek. "I've got everything
covered."
"I hope you do," I said to Derek. He still seemed to be worried.
Derek and I went into the house to cool off and watch some TV,
not that there was much to watch at this time of day.
"You'd better hope that underwear holds up," Jennie said as she
pointed to Derek sitting on the couch. "I don't want to sit in your
shit after you get up."
"That's why I'm wearing so many of them," Derek explained to
Jennie.
"In case you've forgotten, Derek, we do have a toilet in this
house, you know," Jennie said. "But since you don't seem to care about
using it, you might as well just poop up all your underwear just like
Chris poops up all his diapers, just like your little brother who will
never use the potty, either."
Jennie then took Steven's shorts off and laid him down on the
floor. She took off his diaper and said, "ooh, messy boy! Messy boy!"
as she examined the poopy mess. She then cleaned Steven's bottom and
entertained his little penis in the process, albeit unintentionally and
unavoidably. She had a clean diaper back on him. His shorts remained
off and Steven went around in just his diaper and a shirt.
"Three boys in diapers in this house," Jennie said. "No wonder it
stinks so much in here!"
A few minutes later Jennie had lunch ready for all of us. We sat
around the table and ate soup and sandwiches and drank milk. While
eating, Derek loaded his underpants some more. He let out a juicy wet
fart to indicate the activity going on underneath the mixture of Hanes,
Fruit of the Loom and other brands of briefs that composed his
improvised diapers.
"How long is this gonna last?" Derek asked me.
"It varies," I said. "For me it seems like it's an ongoing thing
anymore, and since I'm in diapers all the time it doesn't matter how
long having the runs lasts for me."
At the same time I made mouth gestures to Derek to caution him
about slipping up and revealing to Jennie that he had taken the
laxatives. It was too late, though, as Jennie was already clued in and
suspicious of Derek's behavior.
"How long is *what* gonna last?" Jennie asked.
"He's got the runs," I said. "He was asking how long they were
going to last."
"Why? So you can see how much longer you can go around acting
like you're in diapers?" Jennie said to Derek.
"Look, Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put on a bunch of
underpants and shit in them, so you're only doing it because you want
to!"
"No I'm not," Derek denied again, although not very convincingly.
"Look, I get the runs from time to time, but I still make it to
the toilet," Jenny said. "In fact, I had a little case of them
yesterday, but you didn't see me doing anything like what you're doing.
Come to my room and I'll even show you my underwear from yesterday."
Jenny led Derek into her bedroom and I followed. She reached for
the skimpy, hot pink pair of panties that she said to have worn
yesterday. She held them up and showed the crotch to Derek and me.
"Now, do you see any poop?" she asked.
"Uhh, no," Derek replied.
"Exactly," Jennie said. "I had to go to the toilet a couple extra
times, but I still kept my pants clean."
"It's just easier if I do it this way," Derek said as he pointed
to his multiple underpants, snapping at the waistnbands.
"Ahh, I see," Jennie said. "Maybe you should take some medicine
for it like I did." Jennie then left from her bedroom and headed to the
bathroom. Derek and I went back out to the front room. While Jennie was
in the bathroom, Derek mentioned that he had just peed in his
underpants.
"Did it soak through your underwear?" I asked him.
"Yeah, I got the chair wet," he said. "I need to go change
again."
Jennie came back out of the bathroom carrying with her a tablet
that looked just like the laxatives that we had taken.
"Here, take this," Jennie said, handing Derek the pill.
"I can't take this," Derek said as he examined the tablet.
"Why not?" Jennie said. "If you really want to get over your
runs, you'd want to take it. Otherwise, you're telling me that you
don't want to get better so you can keep wearing half of your underwear
drawer and poop in them."
"This isn't the right medicine," Derek said.
"How do you know?" Jennie asked him.
"It looks like Mom's laxatives," Derek said.
"Oh shit," I thought. "We're busted now."
"What, you been going through the medicine cabinet?" Jennie asked
him.
"No," Derek said. "I've seen Mom take those before, and one time
she even gave me one."
Jennie took the tablet out of Derek's hand and examined it. She
turned it over. Both sides were blank and unlabeled. Jennie had
apparently rubbed off the identification marking on the tablet and had
purposely intended to give it to Derek so he would shit even more.
"It doesn't say Ex-Lax on it," Jennie said. "Take it."
"You take one first, then I'll take one," Derek said.
"I don't have the runs right now, Derek, so I don't need to take
one," Jennie stated. She handed it back to Derek and told him, "just
take it."
Derek had no idea that he was taking another laxative tablet even
after suspecting that this was what he was given. I wanted to stop
Derek from taking the tablet, knowing that he would be overdoing it and
exacerbating the conditions that he had already induced. If I had
mentioned something, then Jennie would have known that I had suggested
that Derek take the laxatives. Now it appeared that Jennie wanted to
pour more fuel on the fire. I knew that Derek was going to be in for
some serious shitting before the day was over.
Derek got up from the table as he finished the last of his milk.
Jennie noticed that his underpants were wet.
"You peed in your underwear, too!" Jennie said. Now I definitely
know you want to wear diapers! Why did you pee in your underwear?"
"You were in the bathroom," I said.
"For what, two minutes?" Jennie said. "Give it up, Derek. You've
cooked your goose."
"I figured since I was wearing my underwear to poop in, in case I
had an accident, I thought I could pee in it, too. That, and, uh, well,
it would take too long for me to take all my underwear off and peeing
in them was easier."
"You want to wear diapers, admit it," Jennie said. Derek didn't
say anything as he got up to go change.
"Oh, by the way, Derek," Jennie said, getting his attention
before he entered his room. "That was a laxative I gave you."
"Uh oh," Derek said as he thought about what would happen to him.
"I'd make sure you have lots more clean underwear, or stay close
to the toilet," Jennie said.
"Why did you give me a laxative?" Derek asked Jennie.
"Because I know you want to wear diapers, so I just wanted to
give you more of a reason to wear them. Happy pooping, boys!"
Derek went into his room and stripped off his stinky briefs,
which were thoroughly soaked in piss and wet shit. He made his third
trip to the shower today to clean himself off.
"Wouldn't it be easier if someone else cleaned you up each time?"
I said to Derek upon returning to his bedroom as I watched him put the
remaining supply of his underwear on, twelve pairs. It wasn't long
before these, too, became soiled, and then soiled some more. The
laxatives had taken all of the solid wastes out of Derek's system and
he was now just shitting liquid, instantly soaking up the seats of his
dozen briefs. The laxative had been doing its work in my system as
well, causing me to make a big mess of my diapers, as thick as they
were. Derek also peed in his briefs and he soaked them all the way to
the front. He didn't expect his pee to penetrate twelve pairs of
underwear and he left a wet spot on the floor where he was sitting.
"That's what you need plastic pants for," I told him. I then
pulled the front of my plastic pants down and I showed him that even as
thick as my diapers are, they still get soaked to the front.
"I don't have any clean pants or shorts or anything left to
wear," Derek said as he got back up and stood there wearing twelve
stained pairs of underwear at the same time. I helped him gather up the
rest of his soiled underwear and take it to the washing machine. We put
his pants and shorts in the dryer and started another load in the
washing machine, containing all of his underwear except the pairs that
he had on at the moment to contain the poop.
"I'm gonna have to keep this underwear on until I get the rest of
my underwear washed," Derek said as he tugged at the waistbands of his
outermost pairs.
"Maybe you should wear some diapers now," I said to Derek. Given
the condition of his underwear and his desperate need for something
clean to wear that he could poop in., I felt confident that he would
want to wear real diapers now.
"I wish I had some diapers like you, Chris," he said. "But I
don't have any diapers, unless I wear Steven's, and they won't fit."
"We can go to my house and get you some diapers," I told Derek.
Derek agreed with this, so he and I walked over to my house and
went in. Cindy was home.
"Hi guys," Cindy said. She noticed Derek's improvised diapering
as well as the fact that he desperately needed to be changed.
"I see you've managed to get another boy to wear diapers," Cindy
said. "I swear, Chris, every boy you come in friendly contact with
winds up in diapers, if he doesn't already wear them."
"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I said with a wry grin.
"Yeah, especially since Derek's really pooped himself up big
time!" Cindy said as she noted the mess he was making of himself.
"I got the runs," Derek said. He didn't tell Cindy that he had
taken a laxative so he would get the runs on purpose.
"Derek ran out of underwear and it's all poopy, so we came over
to get some diapers for him."
"It looks like he's gonna need them," Cindy said. "We'll use some
of your old diapers, Chris."
"So who's gonna put them on me?" Derek asked.
"I will!" Cindy said enthusiastically.
"But..."
"Now, now, don't chicken out on me," Cindy said to Derek. "I have
seen Chris naked over a thousand times, even before he was in diapers
like he is now, so I know you don't look any different down there, just
smaller."
"Can you diaper me instead, Chris?" Derek asked me.
"Let me do it, I'm much more experienced than Chris is," Cindy
said insistently. "Betcha I could do it blindfolded."
"Then please do, so you don't have to see my thingie," Derek
said, referring to his penis.
"Oh come on, don't be shy, little boy," Cindy said as she grabbed
some of Derek's underpants by their waistbands and snapped them. "You
think this is the only time I'll put diapers on you?"
"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
"I just have a feeling that I'll be handling some of your diaper
changes while Chris is gone to California," Cindy told him. "Either
that, or I'll show your sister how to diaper you in cloth diapers."
Cindy pulled at his waistbands again.
"Stop doing that," Derek said to Cindy. Cindy did it again.
"Why do you keep doing that to my underwear?" Derek asked Cindy.
"I miss Chris wearing underwear in some ways," Cindy said. "I
just loved snapping his waistbands all the time. Doesn't your sister do
that to you?"
"Yes, and I tell her to stop, but she keeps doing it," Derek
said.
"It's just her way of telling you that she loves her little
brother," Cindy said. "That's what I used to do to Chris, but now that
he's in diapers, I find other ways to let him know I love him. Your
sister may not be snapping your underwear much longer if your mom keeps
you in diapers from now on like we've kept Chris in diapers. Now let's
get that dirty butt of yours cleaned up and some diapers on it."
"I can clean myself up just fine, and I'd rather put my diapers
on myself," Derek said. "I don't want no girl changing me."
Trust me, you'll enjoy it after awhile," Cindy told him as she
gave him a big smile. Cindy then looked at me and said, "right, Chris?"
"Uhh, sure," I said. Cindy smiled at me, knowing that I was
reserved in my reply. I didn't really want to tell Derek how much I
liked having my sisters change my diapers and how much I enjoyed
feeling them wipe my poopy bottom, crotch and balls over and over until
everything was clean down there.
"You have a choice, Derek," Cindy said. "Either I put you into
some nice, soft, clean, dry, thick, butt-hugging white diapers, or you
can keep wearing those stinky, sticky, smelly, dirty, poopy, dingy,
brown, shit-filled, poop-stained underpants which, even with as many as
you are wearing, do not work as well as diapers." Cindy exhausted just
about every possible adjective she could think of at the moment.
Derek then conceded and told Cindy to go ahead and diaper him.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Cindy said. She led him to my
bedroom and directed him to my changing pad.
"Can Chris come with me?"
"Of course he can," Cindy said.
"Sure, I'll come in with you, Derek," I said. I mean, shit, I
would have been foolish to not watch Derek get his butt and balls
cleaned and then get diapered up.
"Should I take my underwear off first?" Derek asked Cindy.
"Just lie down and let me do the rest," Cindy said. Derek lay
himself on the pad while Cindy pulled his underpants off. While she was
doing that, Cindy asked me to get out my old diapers since they would
fit Derek. I looked through my closets and I found them stacked and
neatly folded up on the top shelf. Why they were kept all these years I
didn't know. Maybe my Mom or my sisters knew they would come in handy
later on in case another little boy needed them, as was the case with
Derek at the moment.
I looked at the old diapers. They were obviously smaller than
what I was wearing now. They were the first diapers I wore since I got
put back into diapers at age eight. They had the Velcro closures on
them. Most of the diapers I have worn since then have used pins, which
I enjoyed more, as did Lisa and Cindy, especially with as many pins as
they liked to use on my diapers. The diapers endured a lot of very
messy poops and plenty of pissing during those inaugural days of what
was destined to become a lifetime of diaper wearing. The stains
permanently embedded into the dingy fabric of the diapers told the
story.
Meanwhile, Cindy had stripped Derek of his dirty underwear. He
was now naked as he lay there before Cindy. His little dick was
standing at attention, saluting Cindy.
"This brings back fond memories of when Chris was as small as
you," Cindy said to Derek while she looked at his stiff penis.
"Now to clean you up," Cindy said. "What a messy boy you are!
Nothing that Chris hasn't given me, though."
Cindy got Derek's bottom cleaned up and ready for diapering.
"Does that feel better?" Cindy asked him.
"Yeah, it does," Derek replied.
"Then let's diaper you up! Chris, are you going to give me those
diapers?" Cindy asked me, seeing that I was looking them over.
"Sorry, just reminiscing," I said.
"I understand," Cindy said. "I remember putting these on you the
first time. Diapering Derek sort of reminds me of you when I first
started diapering you."
I handed Cindy the diapers and she started diapering Derek. Derek
looked at the tall stack of diapers that remained to be put on him.
"Are you gonna put all those on me?" Derek asked Cindy.
"As many as I can," Cindy said. "We never diapered Chris this
thickly at first."
After Cindy had the first diaper on she asked me to hand her the
container of diaper pins.
"What for?" I asked. "Those have Velcro on them."
"I know, but I'm used to pinning your diapers on and I think it's
more fun to stick a whole row of pins up the sides of your diapers,"
Cindy said with her smile still intact.
I handed Cindy the box of diaper pins. After she closed the
Velcro tabs she augmented the diaper's tight hold around Derek's small
body with the pins. She then added several more diapers to Derek, each
one of them dually fastened by Velcro and densely placed diaper pins.
"Looks like six is the limit," Cindy said as she knew she
couldn't fit a seventh diaper.
"This is thick enough," Derek said. "I don't know if I can walk
in these."
"Well, seeing how much you pooped your underwear, you should be
covered for awhile," Cindy said. She put the plastic pants on Derek and
told him that she was finished.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, it wasn't," Derek said. "In fact, I kind of liked it."
"So does that mean you're going to wear diapers from now on like
Chris?" Cindy asked Derek.
"If my Mom sees me like this, she'll probably make me wear them
from now on," he answered with a hint of reservation in his voice.
"So, is that a good thing?" Cindy asked Derek, eager for a
positive answer.
"I guess, I mean, my Mom will probably get mad at first, but
she'll get used to it."
"Welcome to the club," Cindy said. She then slapped Derek on the
butt as hard as she could.
"Hey!" Derek said.
"You can't tell me you felt that," Cindy said.
"Well, sort of," Derek said. "It didn't hurt, but still..."
"Sorry, just a thing I like to do when I finish diapering Chris
or some other boy, especially when I diaper a boy for the first time,"
Cindy said. "Like christening a ship."
"Like what?" Derek asked, unfamiliar with the custom.
"Never mind," Cindy said.
Derek got up and tried to walk. He waddled and he had to keep his
legs widely spread apart.
"These are too thick!" Derek said.
"No such thing as too thick around here," Cindy said. "Well, I
suppose there is, eventually. Relax, you'll get used to it."
Since we were there at my house and my diapers were so full, I
asked Cindy to change me.
"You too?" Cindy said. "I can't tell when you need changed just
by looking."
I took my position on the changing pad and let Cindy go to work.
She noticed that my liquid poop had soaked through to several of the
inner diapers.
"You're just as bad as Derek was," Cindy said. "Did you guys eat
something?"
I confessed to Cindy that Derek and I took laxative tablets so
that Derek would have accidents and therefore have a need to be in
diapers.
"Like I said many times before, it must be a boy's thing to want
to wear diapers, and a girl's thing to want to diaper boys," Cindy
said. She finished cleaning me up and diapering me. She used a triple
set of Thickies on me and she also attached the monitoring device so
that I could show it off to Derek.
"Hey, that's neat!" Derek said as he looked at the device. "What
is it?"
After explaining to Derek how the device worked we went back over
to his house. We put Derek's dirty underwear into a couple of plastic
grocery bags and carried them over to throw in the wash. Jennie was
quite amused to see that Derek was so heavily diapered. She was also
intrigued by the strange device that was strapped around my waist, so I
demonstrated it to her.
"Wait'll Mom sees you!" Jennie said to Derek while laughing as
she grabbed a camera and got several pictures of us. Derek didn't seem
to mind that Jennie was taking so many pictures of him and me in
diapers.
"Let her see me," Derek said, which surprised me. It sounded like
he was ready to convince his Mom that he wanted to wear diapers, just
as he had convinced his sister, confirming her own suspicions.
"See, what did I tell you?" Jennie said. "I knew it all along,
Derek!"
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 62
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I was pleased to see that Derek was enjoying the look and the
feel of the cloth diapers that Cindy had put him into. He had a hard
time trying to walk in them and complained about not being able to
bring his legs closer together, but I assured him that he would get
used to it after awhile. We didn't do much walking around anyway and
instead played games and watched TV.
Suddenly I wet in my diapers and the monitoring device began to
beep.
"What's that?" Derek asked me.
"It's my diaper monitoring device," I said. I showed him that the
green light indicated that I had just peed. I showed him the readout on
the display indicating how much I had just peed. I also told him that
the red light would go off when I pooped.
"Where can I get one of those things?" he asked me.
"I got it from the place that makes my Thickies diapers and I was
using it when I was testing the diapers for them," I explained.
"They're only five hundred dollars." Needless to say, the mention of
this amount of money diminished Derek's hopes of ever having one.
"If you want I can let you wear it sometime, maybe tomorrow, if
you're in diapers then."
"I will be," Derek said.
"You really want to let your Mom see you in diapers?" I asked
him.
"She's gonna have to see me, since I can't get all these diapers
off that your sister put on me."
"She does a good job of diapering, doesn't she?" I said to Derek.
"She uses a lot of diapers," Derek said. He looked down and
examined his crotch, trying to count the individual layers like one
would count rings on a tree.
"I feel my weenie getting big," Derek said with a somewhat
embarrassed giggle. I was satisfied to know that Derek was getting such
pleasure from seeing himself so heavily diapered.
A few minutes later I dropped another big load of poop in my
diapers, triggering the red light on the device.
"You just pooped," Derek said with a laugh. "Your red light is
on!"
"I think it's kind of fun to wear one of these," I said. "I like
seeing how much pee and poop my diapers can hold." I looked at the
display and it registered a very impressive reading on how much shit I
produced. Given that the laxative was still doing its stuff and purging
my bowels, I couldn't wait to see what the display would look like by
this evening's diaper change.
It was late in the afternoon, about the time Derek's mother was
expected home from work. We were sitting in Derek's room when we heard
his Mom come home.
"Well, this is it," I said to Derek with a sigh. "It's too late
now if you don't want your Mom to see you in those diapers." I could
tell that Derek was quite nervous, and as much as I wanted him to wear
diapers, I didn't want to get him in trouble, either.
"Mom, come and see Derek," Jennie was heard saying. "You have to
see him!"
"Is Chris still here?" I heard his Mom ask Jennie.
"Oh yeah, he is," Jennie said. Jennie followed her Mom to Derek's
bedroom. My heart was pounding as I anticipated the reaction Derek's
Mom would have to seeing her seven-year-old son in diapers. Derek's mom
and sister then both appeared at the doorway.
"See, Mom? See?" Jennie said excitedly. She was jumping up and
down and pointing at the super thick diapers in Derek's crotch. "See
what Derek's wearing?"
"Yeah, I see him, Jennie. I see what he's wearing. It's just
slightly obvious."
"Uhhh, hi, Mom," Derek said sheepishly as he attempted to cover
up his diapers, but they were so big and thick on him that this was
absolutely impossible. Closing his legs together proved to be a most
futile effort.
"What are you doing wearing those diapers?" Derek's mom asked
him.
"I got the runs," Derek said, trying to make his excuse sound
legitimate. His Mom wasn't buying it, though. It was just too obvious
to his Mom that Derek would get the runs the minute he had access to
some diapers that would fit him.
"Where did you get those diapers?" she asked.
"They're mine," I told Derek's mom. "They were my first diapers
that are too small for me now, so I figured they'd fit Derek."
Derek's Mom gave me a cold, blank stare, expressing her
disapproval of my influence on Derek.
"I'm sorry if you don't want Derek wearing my diapers," I
apologized to his mother.
"Chris, I think you'd better go home now," his mother said to me.
"Does this mean I can't come over anymore?" I asked.
"I don't want to discuss it," she said as she escorted me to the
door and scooted me out, pressing her hands on my butt. After she
slammed the door behind me I heard her yelling at Derek. He began
crying and pleading for mercy. I couldn't stand to listen to it, so I
went home, feeling guilty that I had gotten Derek in so much trouble.
"What's wrong?" Cindy asked me as she saw me come in the door
with a long face. I explained to her what had happened.
"I'm sorry about that," Cindy said with sincerity. "I'm sorry
that you lost your new friend, Chris. I know you were looking forward
to playing with him and getting him to wear diapers like you do. I was
looking forward to getting to change his diapers, too."
"You've still got me, Tony, Bryce, and cousin Darren this
Christmas for changing diapers," I said.
"I know, but Derek is, well, he's still a little boy, and he
reminded me of you when you first started wearing diapers again."
"Maybe his Mom will cool down and have a change of heart," I said
with a hint of hope. "Remember how long it took Mom and Dad to
understand why I love to wear diapers?"
"I know, have Mom go over there and talk to Derek's mom," Cindy
suggested.
"If Mom will talk to her," I said.
"Ask Mom when she gets home," Cindy told me. I called Tony and
told him what had happened today.
"Well, so much for your first summer job," Tony said. "I bet you
were looking forward to getting some extra money."
"Ahh, that's not it," I said. "The money doesn't bother me. Shit,
I'll get a lot more money than that after I do those ads for the
Thickies diapers, and so will you."
"You hafta save all that for college, though," Tony said. "I know
I hafta save all mine, at least keep it in a savings account."
"I'm sure I'll get to spend some of it," I said. I spent the next
half hour talking to Tony about the things Derek and I did today, until
Mom and Dad came home. After Mom got settled she asked me how things
went with Derek.
"Not so good," I said dejectedly. I then explained to Mom what
had happened. I was going to ask Mom if she could go over to their
house and talk to Derek's mother, but Mom offered to do this herself.
"Should I come with you?" I asked Mom.
"That would be a good idea," my Mom said.
"So why do you want to go talk to her about it?" I asked my Mom.
I didn't know what incentive or reason my Mom would have that would
motivate her to voluntarily try to mitigate the issue between Derek and
his mother.
"Well, Chris, raising you as my son has proven to be somewhat of
a lesson in child psychology, especially from a boy's perspective where
certain desires, such as wanting to wear diapers, are deeply rooted. I
had to learn the hard way to deal with your diaper fetish and I wish I
had been prepared for it. I figure Derek's Mom deserves to have some
understanding of why her son is like you, and I think she needs some
support."
That was a bit longer of an answer than I was expecting, but it
made sense to me. Mom told Dad where Mom and I were going and she told
Cindy to start with preparing dinner.
Mom and I walked over to Derek's house next door. I felt nervous
and afraid that Derek's Mom would slam the door in our face. Mom rang
the doorbell and Derek's Mom answered.
"Hello," she greeted us. She seemed to have calmed down from what
I had heard of her earlier.
"Do you have a few minutes, Mrs. Brooks?" my Mom asked her.
"I take it Chris told you about Derek," she said.
"Yes, he did, and Chris feels bad about getting your son in
trouble."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brooks," I told her. She looked at me and paused
for a moment.
"Okay, Chris, I guess I can forgive you," she said.
"Thanks, Mrs. Brooks. Does this mean you still want me to come
over and play with Derek?"
"I don't know, Chris. I honestly don't think you're a very good
influence on Derek," Derek's mom shook her head as she looked at me.
"With all due respect, Mrs. Brooks," my Mom said. "it's not like
Chris is telling your son to do drugs or anything like that," my Mom
said in my defense.
"No, but getting him to wear diapers isn't much better," Derek's
Mom said. "It's just not right for kids as old as Derek, and especially
Chris to be wearing diapers. Besides, it's disgusting. I'm already at
my wit's end trying to get my littlest one Steven out of diapers. I'm
tired of wiping his butt day in and day out, and I certainly don't need
two butts to wipe, besides my own."
"I know it's hard to accept having a kid as old as Derek wearing
diapers, and it's taken me and my husband a long time to accept it
ourselves, but now I understand why Chris feels the way he does about
diapers. It's what he wanted all along and we finally accommodated his
wishes, after initially making him wear his diapers for punishment,
that is. I think I can help you to understand Derek's feelings and how
to deal with them."
"Mrs. Barrett, please, I really don't wish to discuss this now,"
Derek's Mom said.
"Mrs. Brooks, I really think we should talk about this," my Mom
said.
"If Chris put you up to this, forget it," Derek's Mom said.
"Chris did not put me up to this," my Mom said. "I'm doing it
because I am a much more understanding parent than I used to be about
such matters, and I am willing to help educate other parents who are
dealing with the same issues with their kids."
"Are you some kind of advocate for promoting the idea that older
kids who want to wear diapers should?" Derek's Mom asked my Mom.
"No, well, that is, I really haven't thought about that," my Mom
said. Jennie then came to the door.
"What's going on, Mom?" she asked.
"Jennie, go check on your brother, and see if Steven needs to be
changed," her mother ordered her.
"You do realize that I am getting ready to start dinner?" Derek's
Mom said.
"I understand," my Mom said as she backed away. "My daughter's
getting dinner ready, too. We can discuss this at a more convenient
time if you wish."
Derek's mother sighed and rolled her eyes. She then said, "all
right, Mrs. Barrett, I'm willing to listen to what you have to say.
Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion over this whole matter. Come
in."
"Oh, and you can call me Brenda," my Mom said.
"I'm Carol," Derek's Mom introduced herself by her first name
this time. We were invited to have a seat on the couch. Derek's Mom
went down the hall to get Derek from his room. He came waddling out of
the room. He had a long face and appeared to have been crying for quite
some time. I said hello to him. He just waved silently to me. As he
turned his back I could see below his thickly diapered butt that he had
been stricken across his legs with what looked like a belt, judging
from the width of the red welts that had swollen up there. He was still
in the same diapers that Cindy had put on him hours ago.
"I'm sorry, Derek," I said to him.
"It's okay," Derek whispered. Derek's Mom returned with a sample
of Derek's soiled underwear. It was washed and dried, but our efforts
to cleanse them of poop were in vain and a big brown stain was
permanently embedded into the fabric of his briefs, spanning the entire
width of the seat.
Derek then sat down with his Mom on her lap as she sat across
from us in her recliner. His legs straddled her large thigh and the
crotch of his diapers bulged out several inches.
"Why are they here?" Derek asked his Mom.
"They're here so that we can talk about what you and Chris did
today," his mother said. At this point, nothing had been previously
discussed between Derek and his mother. She didn't even discuss it with
Jennie. Jennie was called in to the room. Steven accompanied her. He
was in his usual attire of a T-shirt and a drooping disposable diaper.
"Let's talk about this now, shall we, Derek?" his Mom said as she
started.
"Okay," Derek whimpered. He had a fearful look in his eye, as if
he expected more to come.
"So, you got the runs today," his mother started off.
"Uh huh," Derek answered.
"And you say you had some accidents because of it?"
"Yeah," Derek replied, looking down at the floor.
"Okay, then how did *all* of your underwear get dirty like this
at once?" his mother asked as she held up the soiled underwear to
Derek's face. "You can't tell me that you've had to change this many
times today."
"I was wearing a bunch of pairs at a time," Derek said.
"Why?" his Mom asked. "You've ruined all your underwear! I mean
*all* of it! I pay good money for your underwear!"
The scene that was playing out before me between Derek and his
mother, with Jennie standing at the side to observe, was quite familiar
to me as I had gone through a similar scenario on the day I got put
into diapers. Mom had also confronted me and showed me my dirty briefs
and gave me a chance to explain why I had pooped in them, with Lisa and
Cindy there to witness it. We didn't even have anyone there to mediate
for us like what my Mom and I were doing now.
"Why did you do this to all your underwear?" Derek's Mom asked
again.
"Because I didn't think I would make it to the toilet and would
have an accident anyway," Derek said.
"Did you even *try* to make it to the toilet?" Derek's mother
asked him.
"No," Derek said honestly.
"Why not?" his mother asked him.
"I figured it would be easier this way," Derek said.
"Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put all your underwear on
so you can poop in it like a diaper. I mean, Jennie gets the runs too�
like yesterday-- but you don't see her putting all her underwear on."
"And I've made it to the toilet every time!" Jennie said proudly,
sticking her tongue out at Derek.
"Jennie, please," her mother mildly scolded her.
"Tell me the truth, Derek," his mother said. "Did you do this
because Chris is wearing diapers?"
Derek did not want to answer. He then started to cry, fearing
that he was about to face some more serious punishment.
"You're gonna spank me!" Derek blubbered.
"Derek, I won't spank you, I promise," his mother said. She put
her arm around Derek's neck. She then looked him straight in the eyes.
"But I do want an honest answer," his mother demanded firmly.
"Yes, I did it because of Chris," Derek answered.
"Why?" his Mom asked him.
"Since Chris wears diapers, he never has to worry about making it
to the toilet whenever he has to go to the bathroom. And, I just like
how they feel, and look, and stuff."
"So you'd rather wear your pee and poop around with you until
someone changes your diapers?" Derek's mother asked him, trying to
reason with him.
"I guess so," Derek said.
"I'd think it would be nice just to let your pee and poop go into
the toilet, where you can flush it away and be done with it. But this
isn't what you want, is it?"
"I dunno," Derek said. "I saw Chris wearing diapers, so I wanted
to wear them, too."
"So how did you poop so much?" his Mom asked. "If you really got
the runs, I'll believe you. It just seems odd that this would happen
once you got to know Chris, who wears diapers."
I was just about to confess that I encouraged Derek to take a
laxative so he would poop more and make himself look more like he was
in need of diapers. At the last second, the voice of my conscience told
me, "don't say it!" I figured the idea was to convince Derek's Mom that
he had developed the runs by some other uncontrollable means and she
seemed to be convinced enough that it was for real, so I kept my lip
zipped.
"Well, Mrs. Barrett, or Brenda, let's hear your side of this,"
Derek's Mom said, giving my Mom the floor. My Mom explained what she
had gone through with me, allowing me to offer my input as well.
Nothing was held back, not even discussions about how diapers sexually
aroused me. This was all done in good taste and Derek didn't understand
all of it, anyway. His mom started asking questions and she seemed to
be getting a better understanding of why Derek wanted to wear diapers.
In turn, it helped her to accept the fact that Steven likely had the
same tendencies and would likely remain in diapers and that any
coercion of Steven to use the potty would only result in much
frustration.
"Well, dinner's off to a late start, but I'm glad we had this
discussion, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. "I'm still not sure what I
should do about Derek, though."
"Well, Carol, I really do think that if you don't fight it and
just let Derek wear diapers, it will save everyone a lot of unnecessary
grief," my Mom said. "I wish that when we were having this problem with
Chris that someone would have come to us and helped us to understand."
"You've been most helpful, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. She thanked
my Mom for coming over to help her deal with Derek. At this point we
got up and headed for the door.
"You still want me over here?" I asked Derek's Mom.
"Yes, Chris, please come over," Derek's Mom said. "I think I'll
get this situation resolved okay."
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 63
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All during dinner I thought about what was going to happen to
Derek. His Mom seemed to be feeling better about the fact that Derek
wants to wear diapers, so this made me feel a little better myself. I
sat down in front of the TV and flipped through the channels. There
wasn't a damn thing on any of the cable channels and all the networks
were either running summer reruns or baseball games. I called Tony and
talked to him on the phone to tell him the latest on Derek. Before I
had a chance to tell Tony this, he asked me, "Did you get your camp
yearbook in the mail today?"
"I don't know," I said. "If I did, my Mom hasn't given it to me
yet."
"Well, I got some other news for you, too," Tony said. I noted a
shift in the tone of his voice, indicating that this second bit of news
wasn't going to be pleasant.
"What? They didn't reject you again for the commercials, did
they?" I asked, thinking that this might have been what he was going to
tell me.
"No, but as it turns out, you won't be in the TV commercials,
either."
"Huh? Say what? Come again?"
"Yeah, I found out they're only going to do the Thickies print
ads now, but they'll be doing more of them. They've scrapped the TV
commercials."
"What??? You're shitting me, Tony!" I shouted in utter disbelief.
Everyone in the house must have heard me. "You gotta be shitting me!"
"The only shitting I do is in my diapers," Tony said.
"You *are* kidding, aren't you?" I said, still not having
accepted the validity of Tony's statement.
"I'm not kidding, Chris, we're only doing the print ads now."
"Really?" I said, now realizing that Tony wasn't pulling my
pantless leg. "How did you find out?"
"I got a letter from CKM today that explained all this," Tony
said. "Go check and see if you got any mail today."
I figured I had probably gotten the same letter but nobody had
told me, so I set the phone down and asked Mom if I had receive any
mail today.
"Oh yes," she said. "You got a letter from CKM, plus some
package." With this she went through a stack of mail and pulled out the
envelope that was addressed to me as well as the package, a large
padded manila envelope. I figured the package had to have been my camp
yearbook. I decided that I'd save looking at it for when I went to bed.
For now I was more concerned about CKM's decision to pull the TV ads
production. I took the CKM envelope with me and, after quickly undoing
one of my many diaper pins, I used it to rip open the envelope as I
returned to the phone. While I was talking to Tony I reinserted the pin
into my diapers. Tony and I read the letter together. Basically, it
stated that due to pressure from various parenting organizations they
didn't feel that television ads should air promoting older children
using diapers. The letter also cited that CKM was being accused of
exploiting older children who need diapers.
"What a crock of shit," I said to Tony. He agreed that this
sucked. The letter went on to explain that, in spite of the strong
opposition the CKM company faced from groups like the AMA and the
American Pediatrics Association, that they fought to the finish to keep
the plans to run the television commercials. It wasn't until lawsuits
were threatened that CKM decided to back down and restrict their
planned advertising to print ads as these would be more "passive", as
the letter stated.
Tony and I were pleased to see that the print ads would still be
run and that we would still be going to California in spite of this
sudden change in the company's advertising plans. It was very
disappointing to learn that my national fame for being a diaper boy
would only come out in the form of printed ads. I told everyone in my
family about this and showed them the letter. They, too, were
disappointed that I would not be appearing on television in my diapers
after all the anticipation, but everyone was pleased that I would still
be in the print ads.
Even after having received the disappointing news about not being
in TV commercials for diapers, I still felt like I had a lot of energy
left to burn and I didn't want to just sit around on my diapered shit-
covered butt all night. After I got off the phone with Tony I decided
to go back over to Derek's house and play with him. It was just turning
to dusk so I figured Derek probably hadn't gone to bed yet. It was
still summer, after all.
I was in wet and stinky diapers as I waddled out the front door
and over to Derek's house. I caught the attention of some neighborhood
kids playing in the street, being so conspicuously diapered as I always
was.
"Hey guys, there's Diaper Boy!" I heard one of the boys shout.
"Hi, Diaper Boy!" a girl shouted afterwards.
"Hi!" I shouted back. What did I have to lose? Everybody on my
street knew I wear diapers, at least all the kids knew.
"Do you need a diaper change?" the girl asked me. I bent over and
said, "come smell it and find out!"
Suddenly a boy a year or so younger than me came running from
across the street with a bucket full of water.
"Let's make his diapers wetter!" the boy shouted. He and another
boy chased me up the driveway at Derek's house and had me cornered.
Just before he got to me to splash water on me he stumbled and spilled
water down the other boy's shorts.
"Hey, that water was for Diaper Boy!" the one boy said to the
other, who appeared to be his brother.
"I tripped, okay?" the older boy said. The younger boy then
grabbed the bucket and chased the older one out to the street. He
caught up with him and dumped the remaining water down his shorts.
"Now we're even!" the younger boy shouted. Both of the boys
looked like they had peed their pants.
Hey guys, wet your pants?" I shouted. "Why not wear diapers like
me!"
"Shut up, Diaper Boy!" the older one shouted. Again I mooned
them, with my diapers on, of course. I held onto my calves as I looked
at them upside down through my legs.
"Wanna lick? There's plenty to go around for everybody!" I said.
God, I was feeling restless for some reason and I had to expend my
energy somehow.
The other boys and the other kids had moved on and I walked up to
the door at Derek's house. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by
Derek's Mom.
"Hello, Chris," she greeted me.
"Is it all right if Derek comes out to play?" I asked her.
"Derek is in bed now," his mother said. I was disappointed and
surprised by hearing this.
"Gee, it's not even 9:00 yet, isn't that a little early?" I asked
her.
"You can come back tomorrow and play," his Mom said. "You have
all day to play with him then. Good night, Chris."
Derek's mother then closed the door politely, but still with
enough force to indicate that she did not want me there at that time. I
was taken aback by this as it seemed like Derek was in trouble. I
thought his mother had come to terms with the issue regarding Derek
wearing diapers.
I decided that I could get to Derek so that I could talk to him
by going to his bedroom window. I walked around to the back of the
house. I kept my head low as I walked past Jennie's bedroom window
which was also in the front of the house, just in case she was in her
room.
I walked along the side of the house opposite of our house and I
riled the big, black dog in the yard next door to Derek. He barked at
me and tried to pierce through the chain link fence with his snout, but
I was safely out of danger of being bitten on the diaper-butt by the
mutt. Having some energy to burn still, I stuck my butt up to the fence
and said, "Eat shit, dog! Eat my diapers!" I then moved sideways left
and right repeatedly and teased the dog, keeping my bent-over stance
and my butt to the dog. Apparently the smell of my soiled diapers
didn't deter the dog as he kept trying to get to me. Suddenly the dog's
owner came up to me from the other side of the fence, approaching from
the back yard. It was an older man, well, a lot older than me anyway,
like in his fifties.
"Hey, hey, hey, boy! Just what the hell you doing to my dog? Why,
I got a good mind to turn him loose on your ass!"
"Sorry," I apologized to the man.
"What's a kid your age doing in diapers?" the man asked.
"Pissing and shitting in them," I replied. "What else do you do
in diapers?" I lifted my shirt and extended my stomach forward to show
off my diapers to the man."
"You kids will do anything to be rebellious, wearing diapers!"
"I'm not being a rebel, I'm just being a boy," I said. "Lots of
boys my age wear diapers." The man didn't seem to be fazed by my remark
and instead ignored me to tend to his dog. He then turned around.
"You leave my dog alone, kid, you hear me? And go home and get
some pants on!"
"I don't have any pants!" I said as he and the dog walked away.
"This is all I wear!"
I didn't even think about the fact that someone in Derek's house
might have heard me. I decided to wait a few minutes and then go to the
back yard and go to Derek's window. I stood around the corner and took
a peek to make sure nobody was out in the back yard. I then kept my
back to the wall as I inched my way around the corner and over to
Derek's window. It was open.
"Psst! Derek, you in there?" I whispered as I popped my head up
into the window. I didn't get a response, so I spoke a little more
loudly.
"Derek! It's Chris, can you hear me?"
A moment later Derek came to the window. He had to bring a chair
so that he could see me at eye level. I was surprised to see that he
had a pacifier in his mouth!
"What happened?" I asked Derek.
"I'm a baby now," Derek said as he took the pacifier out of his
mouth.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"Since I wanna wear diapers I have to be treated like a baby
now," he said. "That's why I have this," he said, showing me the
pacifier.
"Is this why you got sent to bed early?" I asked him.
"Yeah, and not only that, but I have to sleep in Steven's old
crib now, too," Derek said.
"Really?" I said. I boosted myself up onto the ledge beneath
Derek's bedroom window and pressed my face against the screen so I
could see into his room. I saw in place of where his bed once was, a
crib!
"So, what else happened?" I asked Derek.
"My Mom put Steven's diapers on me when she changed me out of
yours," Derek said.
"How did she do that?" I asked. "How do Steven's diapers fit
you?"
"She taped them together," Derek said. He then got off the chair
and stood back so that I could see what he was wearing. His mother must
have used half a dozen diapers to create the diaper that Derek had on!
She had taped them end-to-end and wrapped them around Derek's waist and
then she added two more identical layers over these. It was quite
thick-looking from what I could see.
"Why didn't she just go out and get you some of your own diapers,
you know, ones that will fit you?"
"She's gonna do that tomorrow," Derek said.
"Do you know what kind you're getting?" I asked.
"I dunno, but I hope she gets me some really thick ones."
"Go to Kidz Klothez at the mall," I suggested. "And get Thickies.
Are you gonna get cloth or disposable?"
"Probably cloth," Derek said as his voiced raised with
excitement. "I hope so, anyway. Steven's gonna probably get cloth
diapers, too. Mom said that since she's going to have two boys in
diapers all the time from now on, she doesn't want to keep buying
disposables and figures the cloth diapers will last awhile. She can
also put a lot of diapers on us like you wear, so that we'll be stuck
in our diapers, and we can't wear anything over them, and we won't get
changed as much, since they'll be a lot thicker. Jennie says we'll look
cuter in them, too. My mom also doesn't want me or Steven to try using
the toilet anymore, so she wants us to wear a lot of diapers so we
won't be able to get them off to use the toilet."
"My sisters must have been talking to your Mom," I said. I had
heard these reasons for my super thick diapers many times before.
"You'd better go home," Derek said. "I don't want my Mom to catch
you and me talking like this."
"Okay, see you tomorrow," I said. I then went back home and got
my own super-smelly diapers changed for the night. I told Lisa about
Derek's sudden "baby treatment" that he was getting for wanting to wear
diapers.
"We should try that with you!" Lisa said. "You already sleep in a
crib."
I had sometimes thought about being a baby again, especially as I
wore diapers. On the other hand, there were a lot of big-boy things I
liked to do that babies didn't get to do, such as play on computers.
While Lisa was in the middle of changing my diapers she got a phone
call.
"Lisa, it's for you," Cindy said when she came into my bedroom
with the cordless phone. Lisa saw that the mute light was blinking on
the phone, so she knew she wouldn't be heard.
"Oh God, it's not Chuck, is it?" Lisa asked as her diaper-
changing work came to a sudden halt.
"Not unless he got a sex change or someone kicked him in the
balls," Cindy quipped, inferring that it was a female voice on the
other end.
"I wouldn't be surprised if someone did kick him in the balls
after what he tried with me before I broke up with the bastard," Lisa
said indignantly. "Who is it? Is it Betty? Is it work? Who the hell is
it?" Lisa was holding an open diaper pin as she flailed her arms around
just inches from my precious boy-specific anatomy. She nearly grazed my
knee with the pointy end of the diaper pin.
"I dunno," Cindy said helplessly. "It's not Betty, I know that.
They just asked for you and I said you were here."
"Cindy, please screen the people who call for me, okay?" Lisa
said in exasperation as she pulled away the last layer of my poopy
diapers. "Shit, tomorrow's my day off and they'd better not be calling
me in," Lisa sighed as she took the phone.
"Hello?" Lisa said cautiously. While she talked she continued
doing my diaper change.
"Oh hi...yes...uh huh...sure...yeah, I'm off...I can do that..."
It sounded like Lisa was talking to one of her friends, although
Betty was the only one who called here often enough to be recognized by
the rest of the family. Lisa kept the phone pressed to her ear using
her shoulder to hold it in place while she kept both her hands busy
wiping my butt, sprinkling powder all over my crotch and then putting
the first of several thick diapers on me. She then hung up the phone
and set it down.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"My, aren't you nosey," Lisa said.
"You were just concerned that it was work calling you in, was
it?"
"No, but I will tell you who it was. It was Derek's Mom."
"Derek's Mom?" I asked Lisa. "What would she be calling *you*
for?"
"I get to take you guys shopping tomorrow!" Lisa said. "We're
going to Kidz Klothez!" Lisa continued folding diapers and tightly
fastening them atop the growing mound of diapers she already put on me.
"It sounds like Derek's getting some Thickies diapers, I said.
"You got it!" Lisa said. "And for answering the bonus question
you get two extra diapers put on you tonight!" With this, Lisa set
aside the plastic pants she was about to put on me and instead pinned
two more diapers on.
"What was this about kicking Chuck in the balls?" I asked Lisa,
curious what she meant about this reference.
"Nothing you need to know," Lisa said.
"Then why did you talk about it in front of me?" I asked.
"I was talking to Cindy; it's a girl's thing," Lisa said as she
brought the plastic pants up over the huge bunches of diapers I had on.
As I got up the thick diapers covering my bottom in a parabolic fashion
enabled me to effortlessly roll my way from lying down to sitting
upright.
"Let me put it to you this way, Chris," Lisa said. "You're in
good shape if Megan ever wanted to kick you in the balls with those
diapers you have on, because you wouldn't feel it. On the other hand,
if she's determined enough to get them all off of you in the first
place she probably wouldn't feel like kicking you there."
I just looked at Lisa strangely as she left the room. Lisa turned
her head around and looked back at me with a satisfied smile on her
face before she lugged away the bucket full of my soiled diapers.
That night when I went to bed I looked at the yearbook from
summer camp. Every boy who was in attendance was photographed, diapers
and all. Everyone except Billy, the kid who tried to push his religion
on the rest of us was photographed. Several photos of the camp
activities were included (some in full color even). There was also a
section which included selected essays that the kids wrote, along with
some selected letters to mom and dad. They were printed exactly as they
were written, vulgarities and all. They got some good shots of Tony and
me on the hike, along with a close-up of our diapered butts. After I
read through most of it I turned out the lights. I thought about Derek
being "babied" and put into several of his younger brother's diapers
and jacked off before going to sleep.
It was Cindy's turn to change my diapers the next morning, so
after I got up and ate breakfast Cindy led me to my room to change me.
By this time it was about 8:30 and she had to be at her baby-sitting
job before 9:00, so she hurriedly put me into three Thickies diapers
and then took off.
"Oh, I forgot to remind Cindy that we're going to the mall
today," Lisa said as she looked at me in my super thick diapers. "Looks
like I'm going to have to thin those diapers down some so you can wear
some shorts." With this, Lisa pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned
one of the three Thickies diapers and then pulled the plastic pants
back up over the remaining two diapers.
"There, that should do it," Lisa said.
"These are still awfully thick," I said as I patted the front of
my diapers.
"And you have shorts that will fit over them," Lisa said. "You
still have those shorts that Mom bought for you when Travis and Sean
stole your shorts at the mall."
"Oh yeah, how could I ever forget that?" I said. Lisa had been
keeping the shorts in her room where she also kept my pants since I
didn't need them most of the time. She brought the shorts out and had
me put them on. They barely fit over two Thickies diapers and the top
three to four inches of the diapers still showed above them.
"People are still going to see that I am wearing these diapers,"
I said.
"Then you might as well just go without your shorts," Lisa said.
"Might as well let people see them in their entirety as long as they
can see that you wear diapers in the first place."
"I can't walk through the mall without something on over my
diapers!" I said.
"Why not? You go through the neighborhood in your diapers now,
which you used to not do, so why not take it a little further? Besides,
who knows you there at the mall anyway? And we're going to a place
where they sell diapers for older boys like you. Consider this as
practice for your big modeling appearance. You'll be a walking, talking
advertisement for the diapers you're going to be modeling anyway, so
all things considered, I'd say wearing the shorts is pointless."
Lisa then folded up the shorts and took them back to her room and
put them away.
"I'm not walking into the mall in just these diapers," I said.
"Okay, then I'll put your third diaper back on," Lisa said.
"Lisa!" I shouted.
"Chris, will you just cooperate? The store is just inside the
entrance and up the escalator, so it's not like we're going all the way
to the center of the mall. It's also morning and they aren't going to
be as busy at this time of day."
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked Lisa.
"Because I'm your big sister, that's why!" Lisa said, once again
asserting her dominance. "Now come on, we need to get going."
"Why now?" I asked.
"Because Betty and I are going swimming today," Lisa said firmly.
"I told Mrs. Brooks that I would do this for her first thing."
Lisa and I then went over to Derek's house and met with his
mother just as she was leaving for work.
"I was about to come over and see what was holding you guys up,"
she said.
"Just my uncooperative brother," Lisa said as she patted me on
the behind.
Derek's Mom then handed Lisa an envelope containing an
undisclosed amount of cash and a list of the items for Lisa to buy.
I really appreciate you doing this for me, Lisa," Derek's Mom
said.
"Not a problem," Lisa replied back as Derek's Mom got into her
car and left. Lisa and I then went into Derek's house.
Upon entering the house, we saw Jennie on the couch with Derek
reclining in her lap and her arms. Jennie was bottle-feeding Derek!
Most of all, Derek didn't seem to mind this sort of treatment at all as
he lay there contentedly, wearing the same combined set of diapers he
had on last night. Derek had soaked them through to the third layer as
evidenced by the heavy puffiness of the outer diapers.
"Congratulations on your new baby boy!" Lisa said to Jennie. "He
must have really hurt coming out of you during labor!" Lisa added with
a laugh. Jennie laughed back.
"I think this is fun babying my big little brother!" Jennie said.
"I think Derek likes it, too."
Derek waved hello to me as he continued to suck on the bottle of
milk that Jennie was feeding to him.
"Just a little more and we'll be done, baby," Jennie said. Derek
broke a smile as Jennie said this. "I'll get your didees changed and
we'll be ready to go."
"What is Derek going to wear?" Lisa asked Jennie.
"He'll wear his shorts, but I'll make sure his diapers are
showing."
"Why bother with the shorts?" Lisa asked her. "If everyone will
see that he wears diapers, then the shorts really aren't needed. This
is how Chris is going, in just his diapers."
"Well, in that case, we'll just take you to the mall in your
diapers, how's that?" Jennie said to her brother. Derek just nodded in
agreement. It was as if Derek was under some sort of spell or in a
trance.
"He's acting just like a baby!" Lisa said. "How do you do it?"
"Well, Derek has some regressive tendencies from the way he was
brought up, and the diapers he's wearing now tend to consummate these
tendencies," Jennie said with such sophistication and intelligence. She
was using some rather impressive words for a ten-year-old girl. She
sounded like she was going to be a psychology major talking like that.
After Derek finished off his bottle Jennie led him into his room
and changed him. His diapers were sagging so much from the weight of
all the pee and poop he put into them over the last several hours.
"We still have those cloth diapers," Jennie said to Lisa. "Mom
washed them last night and we were going to give them back to you, but
is it okay if Derek wears them today?"
"Go ahead," Lisa said. "Go ahead and keep them. We have no use
for them, unless Mom has another baby and it's a boy like Chris," Lisa
said.
Minutes later Jennie came out of Derek's bedroom carrying several
wet and poopy diapers. Behind her were Derek and Steven, neither of
them wearing pants or shorts.
"Are we going somewhere?" Steven asked Jennie.
"Yeah, we're going to the mall with Lisa!" Jennie said.
"I'm not dressed, and Derek's not dressed," Steven said.
"You boys are dressed as far as I'm concerned," Jennie said.
We all then left Derek's house and went back over to my house.
"Get in the car, boys," Lisa said. Lisa went into the house to
get her purse. I took the front seat while Derek and Steven took the
back seat with Jennie. Derek had his pacifier with him and he was
sucking on it. It was as if Derek had instantly transformed himself to
a toddler.
"So you feel like a baby now?" I asked Derek. He took the
pacifier out of his mouth.
"Yeah, I think it's fun," Derek said. "It makes me feel better."
Jennie then reached into her own purse and produced a pacifier.
"Here, Chris, have a pacifier!" she said. I took it from her hand
and looked at it.
"Well, put it in your mouth," she said. I looked at it one more
time and then decided, what the hell. I stuck it in my mouth and then
looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I have to admit I looked
really cute.
Lisa then came out to the car. She looked at me as she got in.
"So you got Chris doing it, too?" Lisa said.
"I think he wants to be a baby, too!" Jennie said.
"I think we can accommodate that," Lisa said as she started the
car.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 64
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I couldn't believe that I was actually going to be going to the
mall with only diapers on! At least I wasn't going to be alone as I had
Derek and Steven to accompany me in my diapers-sans-pants state of
dress. On the other hand, three boys of different ages all wearing
diapers was something most people didn't see every day, and besides
being the oldest, my diapers were by far the thickest and most
prominent.
"You like sucking on the passy?" Lisa asked me, noting that I
still had it in my mouth.
"Mt's mkmy," is how it came out as I tried to say, "it's okay."
"Whatever you said, Chris, you must like it, or you would have
taken it out of your mouth by now," Lisa said to me as she smiled. I
must say that I was enjoying this more than I realized. I had never
really thought much about doing other "baby" things other than the fact
that I wear diapers and also sleep in a crib and have sometimes drank
out of baby bottles. I remembered Tony having a pacifier shortly after
this whole diaper thing started, but I never pursued this matter and I
never saw him use pacifiers after this. Maybe for him it was just a
passing curiosity at the time.
When we pulled into the mall parking lot I started to feel more
nervous as I realized that I would be getting out of the car and
walking into the huge building with dozens, more likely hundreds of
people around me, even at the relatively early hour. The lot was
already getting filled up. I realized that a lot of the people were
probably getting a head-start on their back-to-school clothing shopping
today and this accounted for the unexpectedly bigger crowds. Lisa found
a parking spot about halfway down the row between the mall and the end
of the lot.
"We're here, guys!" Lisa said. She got out of the car and then
told me to do the same. I was chickening out and not wanting to venture
across the parking lot in view of so many people who would see me in
diapers. I took the pacifier out of my mouth.
"I can't go in there like this, Lisa," I said, pointing to my
diapers, as if drawing Lisa's attention to their thick bulge from my
crotch was necessary, which it certainly wasn't. "Can I just wait
here?"
"No, Chris, you're going in with the rest of us," Lisa said
firmly. "Besides, Mom gave me some money to buy you some more diapers,
too, and I need you to carry them."
"Can't you carry them out?" I asked her.
"Not in one trip," Lisa said.
"How many diapers did she order?" I asked Lisa.
"Enough to require more than two arms to carry out," Lisa said.
"Mom told me that she's going to eventually replace all your old
diapers since they're getting dingy and stained, and have you wear
Thickies and only Thickies."
"Can Jennie help you?" I asked Lisa.
"She's going to have her hands full, too," Lisa said. "Remember,
she's picking up diapers for her brothers, too."
I knew Lisa wasn't going to back down and let me wait in the car,
and I had managed to keep peace with her for most of the summer, so it
didn't seem right for me to start trouble with her now. I conceded and
got out of the car. Lisa opened the door and grabbed the pacifier that
I was sucking on.
"Here's your passy!" Lisa said. Without resistance I took it from
her and stuck it in my mouth. What did I have to lose at this point
anyway?
We encountered a few people coming out of the mall as we headed
towards its entrance, and as expected the three of us drew a lot of
attention and turned plenty of heads. Kids, as expected, got the
greatest kick out of seeing three boys waddling in diapers and sucking
on pacifiers. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, but I knew they
were all staring at us, mostly likely me.
We got inside the mall where people were more densely
concentrated and thus making us three boys more vulnerable to exposure.
Everyone from toddlers, some of whom were in only diapers themselves,
up to senior citizens, cast their stares towards us. I tried walking
behind Lisa as closely as I could as her big butt and wide hips hid me
from view of those who were approaching us, but this did no good for
those walking behind us. Neither Derek nor Steven seemed to mind that
everyone could see their diapers as well. I was too nervous to talk to
Derek about how he felt about all this. Being encumbered by such thick
diapers that made it difficult to walk, I was just trying to keep up
with Lisa as her long legs gave her the ability to make long strides
and walk faster.
We approached the escalators. At least here I could count on
Jennie, Derek and Steven to be behind me and block me from view of
others at least for the duration of the ascent to the upper level of
the mall. Instead, Derek and Steven went to the down escalator and
tried running against it to see if they could make it to the top.
"You guys! Come back here!" Jennie shouted. She then ran against
the upward movement of the escalator Lisa and I were on and then Jennie
got on the down escalator to chase her brothers. By then it was too
late, and Jennie found herself going against the grain, so to speak, as
she tried to catch Steven and Derek.
Meanwhile, two ten-year-old-looking boys boarded the up escalator
right behind me. I didn't pay any attention to them nor even look at
them until we reached the top, but I listened to them make jokes and
other remarks about me being in diapers. I got the upper hand on them,
or shall I say, the upper escalator step, as I immediately unloaded
poop into my diapers with my butt staring the two boys right in their
faces. My bowel movement was satisfyingly loud and abundant, not to
mention smelly.
"Eww, I think he just shit his diapers," one of the boys said
loudly.
"He did, I can smell it," the other boy said. By then we reached
the top of the escalator. "What a weirdo!" one of the boys said as I
glanced at them to see what they looked like. A few seconds later
Steven and Derek appeared at the top of the down escalator, much to the
disgust of several people waiting for the two boys to clear the
escalator so they could use it. The fact that they were in diapers only
added to the people's surprise of what they were observing.
"Beat ya!" Derek said to Steven, both of them oblivious to the
mixture of a dozen or so cold stares and amused glances they were
getting as people boarded the down escalator. Jennie had since then
retreated and rode back to the bottom and then came back up the up
escalator.
"Maybe if you had them diapered more heavily like Chris you might
have caught them," Lisa said to Jennie. "I know Chris would have never
made it in his diapers."
Fortunately the Kidz Klothez store was kitty-corner to the
escalators and we walked right over to the store. As the store
obviously catered to children's wear and it was during the back-to-
school shopping season, the store was busier than I had ever seen it
except perhaps at Christmas. Lisa led us through the center aisle where
we were most conspicuous to other shoppers, and then we went to the
service counter at the back of the store.
As expected, Mary was there working at the counter. She briefly
nodded us all a "hello" as she was in the middle of helping another
customer. The customer, a lady, was accompanied by two boys who looked
to be about six and eight, respectively. A red-haired girl who looked
to be about ten or eleven was sitting on a bench behind them,
apparently waiting for her mother to order some diapers for the boys.
At least this is what I had assumed and hoped was the situation, rather
than being the girl who was receiving the diapers.
The girl looked at the three of us boys and she smiled,
apparently in anticipation of what her brothers would soon be wearing.
This was a good indicator that the diapers were for the boys. Upon
examining the two boys' shorts, it was clearly evident that they were
very well-diapered as their butts stood out, but this still didn't one
hundred percent rule out the possibility that the girl may be the
recipient of the diapers. Soon, however, my assumption was assuredly
confirmed.
Mary turned her attention to me and said to her other customer,
"Well, actually, Mrs. Oppenheimer, there's a live model of the Thickies
diapers right there!" It seemed that Mary and the lady had been
discussing Thickies diapers at the time we walked in. Mary then greeted
Lisa. "I'll be right with you, Lisa."
"This is Chris Barrett, and he's going to be one of the models
appearing in the advertising for Thickies," Mary said as she stepped
out from behind the counter and put her hand on my shoulder.
"Really?" the lady said. "Do you hire him to walk around the
store and model the diapers, or something?"
"Oh, no," Mary laughed at the lady's false perception of my
reason for appearing in diapers in the store. "You know, though, that
isn't a bad idea," Mary said, then whispering, "just kidding, Chris." I
didn't think she was serious, but then again, there seemed to be no
limits to where I was seen wearing diapers out in the open anymore.
"I'll have to get his autograph," the lady said. "He may be
famous someday. After all, some actors do get their starts appearing in
advertising."
"I don't think he'll go *that* far," Lisa said to the lady.
Meanwhile, the two boys had been looking me over and studying my
diapers. They were also looking at Derek and Steven, but their
attention kept returning to me. The boys appeared to be captivated by
the size and the quantity of the diaper pins that were stuck in my
diapers, not to mention the sheer magnitude of the diapers' thickness
and rise on me.
"Mommy, is *that* what my new diapers are gonna look like on me?"
the smallest boy asked while pointing to me. He was jumping up and down
excitedly. He was clearly well-adjusted to wearing diapers.
"Yes, Max, sweetie, that's what they look like, so I'm sure
you'll enjoy wearing them," his mother said as she patted his head and
stroked his hair, which appeared to have not been exposed to the blades
of a barber's scissors for the entire summer, same for the older boy.
"Me, too, Mommy! They're so big!" the older boy shouted.
"So are the messes you make in your diapers, Marvin," the mother
said to the older boy as she patted him on the butt. He, too, had a
captivating charm. I wanted to get to know these boys, but under the
circumstances I couldn't establish any initial contact with them.
"Look at how big his butt is!" Max said loudly as he pointed to
me.
"Now Max, don't point things out like that about strangers," his
mother told him.
"I'm sorry, my son Max just gets excited like that at times," the
lady apologized to Lisa.
"It's okay, ma'am," Lisa assured the lady. "Everyone says my
brother's butt looks big with the diapers he's wearing."
"I must agree, young miss, those are some impressive diapers your
brother is wearing."
"He's wearing two Thickies," Lisa explained to the lady. "That's
why they look so much thicker and bigger. You ought to see Chris when
he has *three* of them on!"
"Oh my," the lady said. "I'd think two would be plenty, but, if
you knew *my* boys..."
"One diaper is enough for most cases," Mary told Mrs.
Oppenheimer. "But that doesn't mean your sons can't wear just one if
they need to wear more, or, as it appears for your boys, *want* to wear
more than one diaper."
"I wanna wear a *hundred* of them!" Max said so cutely. "I wanna
wear a hundred million zillion gazillion jillion of them!"
"I'll put as many of them on you two boys as I can," the girl
said to her brothers. It appeared that she, too, had a sisterly
responsibility for changing her brothers' diapers and enjoyed doing it.
She had double duty and no other sisters to help.
Mary then showed Mrs. Oppenheimer the model in the brochure. "As
you can see, even one Thickies diaper is still very big and thick. Do
your sons wear pajamas to bed?"
"No, just their diapers," the lady said. "It's all they wear all
day long, in fact."
"That's good, because, I'll be honest, Mrs. Oppenheimer, these
diapers are not designed with discreetness in mind, and we tell people
who buy them for their kids that they should be comfortable with
wearing them out in the open since they are so prohibitively thick that
outer clothing cannot be worn over them, except perhaps for overalls."
"That's what I like about them," Marvin remarked to Mary as he
grinned ear to ear. Mary then smiled back at Marvin.
"I'd have to say that your boys fit right into the market we are
seeking for Thickies diapers, Mrs. Oppenheimer," Mary said.
"You can call me Rita," the lady said politely.
"Okay, sure," Mary replied. "We have found that there are a
number of kids who wear diapers and enjoy them, mostly boys, and they
like diapers to be really big and thick, and usually they wear just
these diapers around the house, sometimes elsewhere, as Chris, here,
has demonstrated."
When Mary pointed me out to the lady with her two adorable little
sons I just blushed and smiled. They smiled back at me.
"So that's why this other boy has no pants on?" Mrs. Oppenheimer
as she looked at me. "I thought it was just because his pants wouldn't
fit over those *monstrous* diapers he has on."
"My brother just never wears pants, period," Lisa said. "Except
for school."
"Sounds like my boys," Rita said to Lisa.
Suddenly Max decided to take his shorts off and reveal his
diapers. They, too, were cloth diapers. They were quite thick and
consisted of several tightly packed layers and pinned on tightly and
abundantly.
"What are you doing?" Marvin asked his younger brother.
"Taking my shorts off, since I want to be in my diapers like
these other boys are," Max said. Max then tossed his shorts to his
sister sitting on the bench. She extended her hand and caught them. She
then folded them up and set them on the bench next to her.
"Max, you wanna go around in just your diapers, too?" his mother
said as she patted his bottom.
"Yeah, I LOVE being in diapers!" Max said. He then rolled onto
the floor and started kicking his legs in the air ever so excitedly. He
was such a cutie! The red-haired girl watched and smiled. Surprisingly,
the mother didn't seem to mind that her son stripped himself of his
shorts and then exhibited his love for diapers so explicitly. It may
have been the fact that there were already three of us in just our
diapers that lowered the other boys' inhibitions and put their mother
more at ease. That, and there was nobody else in the area to witness
the little boy's display of excitement over being in just his diapers.
Derek and Steven were enjoying watching Max, especially as he stuck his
thumb in his mouth.
Marvin, take your shorts off!" Max said to his older brother.
"Okay," Marvin said. He undid his shorts and exposed his diapers,
which were equally as thick and abundant as Max's diapers. This time
the girl got up to retrieve the shorts. She bent down behind Marvin and
picked them up, taking them back with her.
"Thanks, Heidi," Marvin said, revealing his older sister's name.
The girl then folded the shorts up and set them on top of Max's shorts.
"You need to be changed already, Marvin," Heidi said. "I could
smell your dirty diapers when I picked up your shorts."
"You can change me when we get our new THICKIES diapers," Marvin
said excitedly. "I'm diapered enough until they come tomorrow."
"Your two butts will look so cute in them!" Heidi said as she
squeezed her shoulders and legs together as she had her hands between
her knees.
"It's obvious that your boys wear diapers during the day, too,
Rita," Mary said.
"Oh yes, they're in diapers around the clock, around the
calendar," Rita said. "They'll always be in diapers, so I'm glad they
enjoy it."
"Have you thought about what pants they will be wearing when you
get them these diapers?" Mary asked Rita.
"I know I'll probably need to buy them some bigger pants," Rita
said. "Probably some overalls like you suggested."
"Oh yes, definitely," Mary said. She then suggested some overalls
that the Kidz Klothez store sold which were specially tailored to fit
kids who wear Thickies disposable diapers. They were manufactured under
commission from CKM Products for this very reason. I know, because I
get CKM's monthly kids' newsletter in the mail.
Rita then placed her order for some Thickies diapers in cloth and
disposable, along with plastic pants and a supply of the larger diaper
pins. The amount of the order was for several hundred dollars.
"We'll have those delivered to you UPS by tomorrow, Rita," Mary
said as she handed Rita a receipt. The order was too big to be carried
out of the store. At this time the family left. I watched as the two
boys waddled away from us in their thick diapers.
"You boys should probably put your shorts back on, too," their
mother said to them. Heidi then handed the shorts to her mother.
"Aww, Mommy!" Max said as he shrugged, with Marvin doing the same
thing. "I hate shorts and I hate pants," Max said. "I wanna show off my
diapers!"
"Oh, sheez," Rita chuckled lightly. "It's not like you boys are
naked, certainly no danger of indecent exposure in those diapers. What
the heck, let 'em go like that, Heidi." With this, the mother handed
the shorts back to Heidi as she folded them back up and carried them
with her. She smiled at her two little brothers and patted them each on
the butt as they left.
I couldn't believe this lady! She was like the coolest Mom in the
world! I love my Mom, don't get me wrong there, but I couldn't help but
to feel envious of the close bonds that seemed to exist so healthily in
this family.
Mary then finally helped Lisa after we had waited about fifteen
minutes or so.
"I'm sorry I spent so much time with that other family," Mary
apologized profusely to Lisa.
"No problem," Lisa said. "We were actually enjoying it."
Mary then got down to business to take care of Lisa's order. Lisa
gave Mary the order and then, after having tendered a handful of twenty
dollar bills, a back room worker came to the service counter with two
large boxes loaded onto a dolly cart. There was also a smaller box
containing plastic pants, and another large box packed with disposable
diapers for me to wear to school. Each of the boxes was prominently
labeled with the "THICKIES" logo. All of those diapers were going to be
mine! I got hard knowing that I had so many Thickies diapers now!
"I told you, Chris, I would need your help getting all these
diapers of yours to the car," Lisa said. We set the boxes aside for now
while waiting for Jennie.
Now it was Jennie's turn to order diapers for her brothers. Mary
escorted Derek to the back room where she would measure him and fit him
for Thickies diapers. He also got a diaper change out of it as he
returned wearing a gleaming white Thickies diaper and big plastic pants
over them. The old diapers were placed in a large garbage sack. Derek
had only wet in them, he told me.
"What do you think?" I asked Derek.
"I love them!" he said. He then started running around, almost
looking like Max with his behavior.
Steven wasn't fitted for diapers since his new diapers were just
standard issue Thickies diapers for older toddlers. Jennie picked up
two case of cloth diapers-- one for each of her brothers-- with plastic
pants. She paid Mary for the order and we were in our way out of the
store and out of the mall.
"Grab a box, Chris," Lisa said. Every one of us was carrying at
least one large box. The store and the rest of the mall had become even
busier and more people saw us. I even saw some kids from school.
"Gee, Chris, does this mean you'll be coming to school in your
diapers, too?" he asked. If my hands weren't full I would have bent
over and mooned my diapers at him.
We all went down the escalator and out the mall exit and to the
parking lot. Lisa opened the trunk and crammed all of my diapers into
it. There wasn't room for anything else, so all of Derek's and Steven's
diapers were loaded into the back seat, with one package in the front
seat between Lisa and me. We then left the mall and headed for lunch.
"That wasn't so bad, was it, Chris?" Lisa said. "Going to the
mall in just your diapers."
"I actually liked it," I said with hesitation. "It was kind of,
well, a thrill."
"We'll have to get Tony to come to the mall in diapers with you,"
Lisa said.
"Yeah, I've one-upped him enough times as it is, but he always
catches up somehow. That's why he's going to California with me."
After we got back from the mall I spent the rest of the afternoon
with Derek. Jennie added another Thickies diapers to the one he already
had on him and she used more pins on the topmost diaper. Steven was
also put into a double set of Thickies diapers, which he was well
content with wearing. He was further assured that he would never be
expected to use the potty since he had no way of taking his ultra-
pinned Thickies diapers off. He showed me his crib that he was now
sleeping in. I even got into it myself, although it was too small for
me.
I talked to Derek about his regressive tendencies. It excited me
to think that he could actually be brought to think that he is a little
baby boy and when he did he would become completely relaxed and
submissive. This would be a dream for Lisa and Cindy to have this
control over me, I knew that for sure.
For the rest of the day I thought about those two boys I saw at
Kidz Klothez, Marvin and Max, along with their sister Heidi. How I
wished I could have talked to the boys! They would long remain vividly
in my strongest diaper fantasies for years to come. After I came home
from Derek's house I went to my room and hopped into my crib. I was
overdue to masturbate, especially with all I saw and experienced on
this day. I jacked off feverishly while thinking about Max rolling
around on the floor proclaiming his unrelenting enthusiasm for wearing
diapers. Maybe the fates will bring us together again someday.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 65
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The summer days passed by fairly quickly as the day Tony and I
left for California approached. Until then I spent most of my days over
at Derek's house looking after him and his little brother. They
adjusted to their new Thickies diapers and they enjoyed wearing them.
Toilet training for Steven was officially declared over with and Steven
was going to be wearing diapers indefinitely. Derek denounced his
status as toilet trained and declared himself a diaper boy for the rest
of his life. Derek enjoyed being babied by me and by Jennie. Jennie
even babied me at times, and she changed my diapers while I was over
there. While Derek continued to wear diapers and use bottles and
pacifiers at times, his mom did rescind his crib punishment and let him
sleep in his bed again. His mother also lightened up on letting Derek
and Steven wear diapers once she got more used to seeing me in diapers
along with her two sons. She was actually turning out to be pretty
decent, better than the first impression she made on me, anyway.
I was counting down the days until Tony and I left for
California. Tony and I got so excited about it that we could hardly
talk about anything else. One thing that did help pass the time was
another large manila envelope that I received in the mail. Since I had
already received the yearbook from the summer camp I had no idea what
else I'd be getting. When I looked at the return address, however, my
memory was jogged. It was from Matthew Sherman. "Of course, the kid
from summer camp!", I thought to myself. He was the kid who went around
the camp preaching to everyone about his church. He turned out to be
pretty nice after Tony and I saved him from Trevor and Sean, who beat
up on him for his preaching. He had enclosed a letter along with
photocopies of the stories he told me he'd send. Quite honestly, I
didn't think I'd ever hear from him again, so getting a package from
him was a nice surprise. I read the letter he enclosed:
Dear Chris,
How has your summer been? I have enjoyed mine. Did you have a good time
at the camp? For the most part I did, other than when Trevor and Sean
beat up on me. Thank you, and Tony, for helping me out. I pray for you
every day. I consider you to be a friend now, and I hope that you still
think the same of me...
He went on to explain how much better he feels about talking to
us about his feelings that he gets from wearing diapers. I remembered
him telling us about his story about a boy who had moved in to a new
house at the end of the summer. He decided meet his new neighbors,
which included two boys. When he discovers that these two boys wear
diapers he goes over there and gets diapered, too. I found this story
in the packet which included some other stories. After I read these
stories I let Tony read them and make some copies for himself. I
decided that I would reciprocate and send him a letter and some stories
of my own. The day before I left for California with Tony I sent them
off to him.
At last the day had come for Tony and I to go to California! Tony
had stayed overnight with me so that we could both leave for the
airport together. Last night Tony and I had watched the practice videos
that my sisters made of us advertising Thickies diapers, mainly to get
us even more excited about the trip. Mom helped me pack my bags. I
wanted to take my cloth Thickies with me, but for travel purposes Mom
decided that it would be easier for me to just wear the disposables and
not have any laundry to worry about while I was away. Mom and dad also
went over the itinerary with Tony and me several times. They wanted to
be sure we would know exactly where to be, when to be there and who to
look for when we got there, especially as we would be without an adult
guardian until we got to Los Angeles. Mom and Dad were understandably
very concerned about us making it there and staying with the right
people once we found them since we had never traveled alone like this
before. They had us each recite the entire itinerary before they were
satisfied that we knew what to do.
Tony and I had hardly gotten any sleep since we were both so
amped up about this day that we had waited for over the last several
months. Best of all was the fact that, after thinking I was going to go
alone, Tony turned out to be selected after all and would be joining
me.
My alarm clock blared Tony and I out of our short slumber at 5:00
AM as we awakened to the guitar riffs of Nirvana on the radio. Lisa had
set her alarm as well since she would be the one to drive us to the
airport and see us off.
In spite of the early hour and the little sleep we had, Tony and
I were wide awake. It wasn't like waking up for school, we had a reason
to be excited at such an early hour. Still, we lay in the crib without
the covers on us and talked about what the next few days would be like.
Lisa came into my room and turned the light on and shut off my
clock radio.
"Are you boys awake?" Lisa asked as she stood there by my crib
and slid the gate down.
"Oh yeah, we're ready to go!" I said.
"I'm not," Lisa yawned as she stretched. She had on her long
night shirt and her hair was a mess. I could see her bare nipples
piercing through her shirt and I had a feeling she had no panties on
underneath her shirt.
"Get your diapered butts out of your crib, boys, and go eat some
cereal while I get dressed," Lisa ordered us in a groggy voice while
rubbing her eyes. "Then I'll change your diapers after I am dressed."
With this, Tony and I left my crib and went out to the kitchen
and ate Lucky Charms and drank orange juice. Lisa was still getting
ready when Tony and I finished eating breakfast. Both of us had morning
wood trying to find its way out of our very wet and poopy diapers. We
went out to the living room and jacked each other off while sitting on
the floor in the dark of pre-dawn. Lisa, being like most teenage girls,
took her time in getting herself all prettied up, like she was going to
pick up some good-looking guys at the airport, and at such an early
hour, sheesh!
I decided to go outside and get the newspaper so Tony and I could
read the comics. It was still dark for one thing, most people were
still in bed, and just about everyone in the neighborhood had seen me
outside in diapers anyway, so I just strode out the front door and let
Cotton come in as he had been out all night. He meowed a good morning
greeting to me as I walked out to the front to get the newspaper. It
hadn't been delivered yet.
"Damn," I said as I peered into the empty box after not being
able to feel in the dark that the paper was there. I knew these guys
worked early, but I wasn't sure when the paper usually showed up. At
that moment the paper carrier came up the sidewalk and he stood behind
me, waiting for me to move out of his way just as I was stepping away
from the newspaper box. He had looked at me standing there bent over
with my diapered butt facing him in the glow of the nearby street
light. I turned around and looked at him, feeling embarrassed about the
timing of his arrival and how he first saw me. From the way he looked
at me I could tell he wasn't used to seeing boys my age all thickly
diapered up. I was also wearing a T-shirt with the Thickies logo
emblazoned across the front, also visible in the street light.
"Here's your newspaper, sir," the guy said as he handed it to me.
"Thanks," I replied back. He continued on to the next house, but
he took another look back at me while I stood there before going back
to the house.
"Shit! Lisa's *still* not ready?" I asked Tony, who had turned
the lamp on and was sitting in the recliner petting Cotton as he lay in
Tony's lap, resting his head on the softness of Tony's thick diaper.
"Not yet," Tony said.
"I'm so glad we're boys," I said. "Get my diapers changed, change
my shirt, brush my hair, brush my teeth, and I'm done."
"Don't forget putting on your pants," Tony said.
"Well, that part usually doesn't count," I said.
I took the rubber band off the newspaper and set it on the end
table. I then unrolled the newspaper and got out the comics section. I
spread the page out on the floor. Tony got out of the chair and joined
me as we lay next to each other on the floor on our stomachs and read
the comics. Cotton then joined us a few minutes later and sat right in
the middle of the page. We were about done reading the comics anyway.
I then picked up the rubber band that came from the newspaper and
stretched it between my thumb and index finger. I held it up to Tony's
butt and then started plucking it lightly. The rubber band still
snapped loudly as it smacked Tony's diaper. It startled Cotton and he
got up off the newspaper and ran across the room after leaving small
tears in the paper from his claws.
"Sorry about that, Cotton," I apologized to him.
Tony then took the rubber band and he did the same thing to me,
snapping it on my much-diapered bottom.
"Can't feel it, can you?" Tony said. Tony plucked the rubber band
harder, making it snap louder.
"No, but we're probably gonna wake everybody up," I said.
Lisa then appeared at the entry to the hall. She was dressed and
ready to change our diapers.
"What was that noise?" Lisa asked us.
"This," I said as I took the rubber band and shot it at Lisa. I
hit her right on her breast. This wasn't a difficult target, given
Lisa's size.
"Hey!" she said. "I don't have to change you guys, you know,"
Lisa said. "I could take you guys to the airport just like that, and
why not, since you've already been to the mall in just your diapers,"
Lisa said.
"I haven't," Tony said.
Lisa then bent over and retrieved the rubber band. She shot it
back at me.
"Hah! Right on your butt, Chris!" she said. "Not that it's hard
to miss with all those diapers covering it."
"Neither is your--" I started to say back, but I retreated when
Lisa gave me a look showing that she didn't care for the comment she
expected me to say.
Mom then got up and appeared in the living room wearing her
housecoat.
"Mornin', Lisa, mornin' boys," Mom said tiredly. "What was the
banging noise I heard out here?"
I picked up the rubber band once more and plucked it against
Tony's butt.
"I was doing this, Mom," I said.
"Shhh! Stop that, Chris, you'll wake everybody up," Mom
whispered.
"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Did I wake you?"
"You did," she said.
"I'm sorry," I apologized again.
"I wanted to get up anyway and make sure you guys made it off on
time. What time is it?"
"5:40," Lisa said as she looked at her watch.
"The plane takes off in just over an hour, and it takes a half
hour just to get there, so you'd better get moving fast," my Mom said.
"You haven't changed their diapers yet?"
"That's what I was going to do next, Mom," Lisa said.
"You're going to be several minutes just changing Chris out of
all his diapers," Mom said. "You change Chris and I'll change Tony."
Tony and I then went into my room while Lisa and my Mom followed.
Lisa started stripping me of my diapers while Mom went to work on
changing Tony. By the time Mom had Tony in his clean disposable
Thickies diaper Lisa was still unpinning my diapers. Mom took one side
while Lisa took the other in unpinning the remaining diapers. Lisa then
wiped up my poop while Mom gathered up the soiled diapers. Mom then
handed Lisa one of my Thickies disposable diapers.
"Here, you diaper him while I take his dirty diapers to the
wash," my Mom said. Lisa quickly wrapped the diaper around my butt and
my dick and then taped it up. I then changed out of my nighttime shirt
and into a day shirt. Mom came back in the room.
"Get your shorts on, boys," my Mom said. "You don't have much
time."
"Lisa hasn't gotten them for me yet," I said.
"Go get his shorts, Lisa," my Mom said. "And hurry."
Lisa went into her bedroom and turned the light on, waking Cindy.
Lisa then came back with my shorts and tossed them to me. I slipped
them on over my diaper. I had to leave the top three inches of the
high-rising diaper showing in the front, with even more exposure in the
rear. Tony and I then put our shoes and socks on and left my room.
The bags had already been loaded into the trunk last night so
that they would be ready to go. Both Dad and Cindy had gotten out of
bed upon hearing the last-minute commotion as we compulsively double-
checked everything to make sure Tony and I had our plane tickets and
other documentation that we would need while out and about.
The rest of the family was ready to see us off at the house.
Cindy tried to give me a kiss goodbye, but all I was going to allow for
was a hug. Lisa also tried the same thing, but I back off and showed
the same resistance against her as I did Cindy.
"You want me to kiss you goodbye at the airport instead?" Lisa
asked me.
"I just don't want you to kiss me, period," I said.
"But this may be the last time I see you, Chris," Lisa said. "You
never know when a plane will crash."
"Aww, Lisa," my Mom said. "Don't say that. That's terrible." Dad
also groaned disapprovingly of Lisa's remark.
"Yeah, don't jinx their flight," Cindy replied.
"Oh come on, guys," Lisa said. "You all know that I would be
very, very, very upset if anything happened to my wittle bwother!" With
this, Lisa got in the hug and the kiss she wanted to give me. Cindy
also got her kiss in as well. They each hugged and kissed Tony, too. He
immediately wiped his face off afterwards.
Dad shook our hands and wished us a safe and fun trip. I also
gave him a hug. I gave my Mom and hug and a kiss and she reciprocated.
I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Cotton, so I picked him up
and kissed him on the head, too. Tony and I then followed Lisa out to
the car and got in with her. At long last we were headed for the
airport.
We had less than an hour to get to the airport, get our luggage
checked in and get on the plane. Lisa risked getting her first speeding
ticket as she raced down the freeway to get to the airport on time.
Luckily for her, and us, she made it in spite of having to contend with
the early morning rush traffic that was starting to increase. She
parked the car and then opened up the trunk. I had two large bags to be
checked in, plus my carry-on, which contained a supply of disposable
diapers and wipes as well as my headset tape player and a couple books.
Lisa lugged my largest bag up to the terminal building while I
carried my second bag and carry-on. Tony's hands were full, too. As he
packed disposables, he only needed to check one bag and his carry-on.
We entered the terminal building and located the check-in desk. After
this we hurried up to the concourse.
Once again we were at the metal detector. I recalled how last
time I was here at the airport I was wearing a soiled diaper and
walking funny, so I was scanned over by a wand. My smelly diaper was
quite offensive to the guard, I recalled with amusement. This time I
simply walked through without getting beeped, as did Tony and Lisa.
"Okay guys, this way," Lisa escorted us to the gate. I was
surprised to see that there were so many passengers waiting to board
the flight so early in the morning. Many of them appeared to be
business travelers. The incoming flight was expected to arrive on time,
which was good. In fact, it was rolling into the gate when we arrived.
The flight we were getting on was heading to San Francisco, where
there would be a short layover before heading from there to Los
Angeles. I knew by then both Tony and I would be due for a diaper
change and the time in between flights would be useful for this
purpose.
The boarding call was made and children who were flying alone
were instructed to board first.
"That's you guys," Lisa said. Looking around, there were few
children, and they were all with their parents, so Tony and I were the
only ones who boarded. I gave Lisa a hug goodbye, but she was kind
enough to refrain from kissing me, although she did blow us each a
kiss.
"Have fun, guys!" Lisa said as she watched Tony and me walking to
the gate and onto the plane. The stewardess escorted us to our seats
and asked us what we were doing flying to San Francisco alone. She was
apparently making small talk to make us more comfortable.
"We're actually headed to L.A.," I said.
"Yeah, we're gonna be in magazine ads," Tony said.
"Oh, really!" the stewardess said excitedly. "What will you be
advertising?"
"Uhhh, it's for boys' fashions," I said, not wanting to tell the
stewardess that it was for diapers.
"We won a contest," Tony added.
"Ahh, I see," said the stewardess. "What is the product you'll be
advertising? That way I'll watch for the ads, and then I can tell all
my friends when I see it in a magazine that I helped the boys who are
in that ad board the plane!"
"Well, actually, the company's called CKM Products," I explained.
I then hesitated. "But the ad will probably show the product by its
name instead. They're called, uhh, Thickies."
"Thickies?" The stewardess said, questioning the name. "Sounds
sort of like a brand of-- well, not to embarrass you boys or anything,
but it sounds sort of like the name of a diaper or something," she
said.
"Well, that's what it is," Tony said. The stewardess could tell
that we were embarrassed. She then smiled at us to put us at ease.
"You probably didn't think they made diapers for older boys like
us, huh?" I said nervously.
"Actually, just between you and me, my brother used to wet the
bed when he was a kid and he had to wear diapers. Back then people
didn't talk about older kids needing diapers, but now it sounds like
companies are bringing it out in the open."
Tony and I thanked the stewardess for her understanding. At this
time the other passengers started to board and the stewardess continued
on with her duties.
Tony and I looked at each other and exchanged smiles and high-
fives.
"This is it, man!" Tony said. "We're finally doing it! We're
finally going to California!"
"Yeah! *We* are going to California! I didn't think you'd be
sitting here next to me on this flight," I said. "I'd hate to be doing
this alone, thinking about you being stuck at home all this time."
While we waited for the rest of the passengers to board Tony
confessed and admitted that he felt jealous about only me going, but I
let him know I appreciated his good sportsmanship for it. Knowing this
made me feel even better that he was on the flight with me.
The plane rolled away from the gate and out onto the tarmac, and
soon we were airborne, getting the safety lecture, of course. I looked
out the window and watched Boise disappear into the distance as we
headed over the vast expanse of sagebrush south of town, finally on our
way to California.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 66
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The flight between Boise and San Francisco went smoothly and
without incident. Tony and I could hardly talk about anything other
than our anticipation for what would lie ahead for us. A man in a
business suit sitting next to Tony got to listen to our conversation
about diapers. While he looked like he was trying to tune us out while
reading his copies of TIME and Business Week, I could see him sneaking
glances over at us every now and then. Upon landing in San Francisco we
were both due for diaper changes and we planned to do this during the
short time that we would have between flights. For the man next to Tony
as well as the other neighboring passengers who had to smell our dirty
diapers during the flight while sitting in such close quarters, any
such diaper changes would come too late for them. My diapers were
loaded with runny stool which I must have let loose while somewhere
over Nevada, and Tony was in the same condition.
Once we were off the plane in San Francisco Tony and I located
the nearest bathroom. We were completely disoriented, not really having
any idea where we were. The airport was very busy and it wasn't easy
finding our way through the throngs of people. A couple minutes later
we finally located a bathroom and went in.
Call it culture shock if you will, but Tony and I, both having
been born and raised in Idaho, were not prepared for the type of people
we saw in the bathroom. It was mostly a group of punk teenagers whose
brethren back home in Boise were fewer and farther between than here.
One kid with green spiked hair looked at us strangely as we entered the
bathroom, each of us carrying our diaper bags.
"Whatcha got in them bags?" he asked us as his nose ring glared
in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
"Uhh, Tony, I think we'd better find another bathroom," I said
nervously.
"Are you, like, lost?" another one of the strange freaks said.
The group then began laughing.
"They're looking for their Mommy and Daddy," another one said.
It didn't take Tony and I long to realize that we made a poor
choice in selecting a bathroom. Meanwhile, I wet my diaper some more.
It felt even heavier and bulkier between my legs as it absorbed more
pee. I was starting to stink bad enough to be smelled from over twenty
feet away. I at least wanted to have a clean diaper on for the courtesy
of any passengers who would be seated around me on the flight to Los
Angeles.
Tony and I tried to find another bathroom, and when we did we
were pleased to see that it contained more civilized people. It was
crowded and all the stalls were in use. We stood and waited for one
stall to open up. While Tony and I waited we noticed that there were
two sets of legs in one stall. One set of appeared to belong to an
older boy, judging by the size of his feet and that he was wearing
juvenile-looking crew socks The other legs belonged to his father,
presumably. He was wearing dress shoes and slacks.
"That's a good boy," the man in the stall said. "After you're
changed you'll be good for at least until we land in Denver."
We saw the father set on the floor a soiled, wadded-up diaper
that was large enough to fit Tony or me. Tony and I looked at each
other, silently acknowledging to each other that we enjoyed what we
were seeing. How I wished I could have watched the boy in that stall
get his diaper changed. We waited to see what the boy looked like in
spite of the fact that two other stalls had become available. He and
his father came out of the stall. The boy looked to be about 10 and he
was wearing shorts. I could see his diaper showing well above the
waistband of his shorts, especially as his shirt was still rolled up.
His father then made an adjustment to the boy's shirt. I could also see
it in the seat that the boy was well diapered as his butt stood out
about like mine and Tony's diapers made our butts stand out. We both
agreed that they had to be Thickies diapers. The boy's knees were
wobbly and he had some difficulty walking. At first I thought it was
from his thick diaper that caused him to walk funny.
"Cerebral Palsy," Tony said, having determined the boy's
condition and thus his need for diapers. Tony and I both went into the
stall together, catching the stares of some people who must have
wondered why two boys of the same age went in there together. We were
hundreds of miles away from home and nobody knew us here anyway, so we
really didn't care. Tony and I checked each other's diapers to decide
who was in the greatest need to be changed first. We both agreed that I
was the poopiest and the stinkiest, though Tony's diaper was no bed of
roses, either.
Since the stall walls left the first foot of space from the floor
open, as most stalls do, Tony took my diaper off and wiped me clean
while I remained standing so observers-- such as Tony and me when we
were watching the other boy get his diaper changed-- would not get a
free peep show of sorts, or in my case, a poop show. Tony was taking
his time cleaning my butt and rubbing my crotch. It was awkward doing
this in a busy airport bathroom, but I was enjoying it and getting a
good hard-on from it. Tony then had me diapered and ready to go for the
flight to Los Angeles.
When it became my turn to change Tony's diaper, I also applied
the same attention to Tony's dirty butt and made him get hard. My
leisurely diaper change performance on Tony was cut short when they
announced over the intercom that our flight was boarding.
"Shit, I'm gonna have to hurry," I said. I got Tony cleaned up
and then I got him diapered. Even though I rarely handled my own
diapers or anyone else's I managed to get Tony's diaper on him tightly
and securely, especially under the circumstances.
When we opened the stall door we were greeted by a kid who looked
to be a little older than us. He must have also been from out of area
and had come to San Francisco with the attitude that everyone who lives
in or comes to San Francisco is gay or something.
"Have fun in there, boys?" he said to us in a mocking homosexual-
type voice, making all the stereotypical gestures along with it. Both
Tony and I were carrying our soiled diapers to dispose of in the
garbage as we left the stall.
Tony then took my diaper from me and he looked at the smart-assed
kid before we exited the stall so that he could enter.
"You must be the attendant," Tony said to the kid. "Here's your
tip." With this Tony quickly handed the two wadded-up shit- and piss-
filled diapers to the kid. Acting on impulse, the kid took them in his
hands, which was when he realized what they were. Tony and I shot out
of there and didn't stay long enough to find out what he did with our
soiled diapers at that point. We had a plane to catch.
We made it to the gate with five minutes to spare and we got our
seats on the plane. From San Francisco it took longer for the plane to
get in the air once we were out on the tarmac than it did in Boise, but
soon we were aloft and heading towards Los Angeles.
The last leg of the flight went fairly quickly and soon our plane
had touched down in Los Angeles. It took several minutes for the plane
to get to the huge terminal building, but before long we were off the
plane. We were expected to meet with Linda White, the CKM
Representative who had met with us last spring. It was nice to see a
familiar face in the sea of people as Linda waved to Tony and me to get
our attention.
"All right, you boys made it!" Linda said to us with a big,
professional smile as she shook our hands. She asked us how the flight
was and how our summer had gone, just some small talk to break the ice.
Linda told us that there were two other boys from San Francisco on our
flight, so we waited until they stepped off the plane. Linda greeted
them as well. Their names were Doug and Bryan. Doug was nine years old
and was accompanied by his mother. Bryan was eleven and on his own,
though it appeared that he had joined Doug to keep each other company.
"Do any of you boys need to change?" Linda asked us delicately,
knowing that we were amid of hundreds of passengers milling around us.
Tony and I told her that we had changed our diapers in San Francisco
and would be okay for the time being. Bryan also reported that he was
okay, but Doug was in need of a change. His mother took him into the
women's restroom. Bryan was evidently accustomed to going into female
territory to get his diapers changed as he fully cooperated in
following his mother to the restroom. A few minutes later they both
came out. A few people did double-takes as they saw a boy emerge from
the women's restroom.
Linda then escorted us through the frenzied, busy airport and led
us to the baggage claim area. On the way there Tony and I introduced
ourselves to the other boys and they introduced themselves as well. I
could hear the crinkling and I could also see their Thickies diapers
clearly showing through their shorts.
Once Tony and I had our bags as well as the other two boys Linda
led us out of the terminal building and to the parking garage. There,
we climbed into a company van emblazoned with the CKM Products logo.
The drive to the hotel where we would be staying took awhile because of
the heavy traffic. This gave Tony and I a chance to get to know the
other boys a little more. Among other more mundane topics such as
school and hobbies, we discussed our reasons for wearing diapers. Doug
had encopresis and Bryan had cerebral palsy. Tony and I told the other
boys that we were bedwetters, which was the case for us now, but we
didn't want to explain in front of Doug's mother that our needs for
wearing diapers were artificially induced. We figured there would be
time later on to tell the boys more details and the truth about our
diaper histories.
The hotel looked to be a very nice place, but not overly stuffy
or formal, which was actually good since I would have felt out of my
element otherwise. Linda got us checked in and then she showed us to
our room. Tony and I would be sharing a room with Bryan and one other
boy whom Linda had yet to pick up on her next trip to the airport. Doug
and his Mom were getting a room of their own.
We went into the elevator and went up to the eighth floor. Linda
then issued one key to each of us. I opened up the door using my key
and then we went into the room. It was quite spacious. It had two beds
and other furnishings. Of course it had a bathroom, but it would only
be used for brushing teeth and taking showers. The toilet, with its
seat covered in sanitary wrapping, would likely still have its wrapping
left on it for the entire time we would be there. The toilet paper
supply would also likely remain unchanged. It would make things easier
for the maids, that's for sure.
The room offered plenty of things to do. There was a large stereo
TV and a wide selection of movies to choose from. There was a small
refrigerator stocked with soda and other beverages and other snacks
which were also provided. Linda told us that there were video games,
tennis courts, a swimming pool and other amenities available at the
hotel to help keep us entertained until this evening. By then all of
the boys chosen to appear in the Thickies advertising were expected to
have arrived and be settled in. At that time we would all convene in
one of the hotel's conference rooms and have dinner afterwards. Before
Linda left she told us to not leave the hotel and wander off, not that
we wanted to since we had no idea where anything was around here.
After Linda left us alone in our room Tony and I decided to rest
up after being on the go since early this morning. Bryan invited us to
join him in a game of pool, but Tony and I told him we'd catch up to
him later. With this he left the room and left Tony and me alone. I
took off my shorts as did Tony, and we decided to stay in just our
diapers and our shirts for awhile. I was only wet at this point and I
didn't need to change my diaper. I didn't want to waste it and remove
it until I had wet it some more and also pooped in it.
Tony and I decided to use the bed closest to the window. In just
our diapers, shirts and socks we both crashed on the bed together.
Before we did, we jacked each other off and then remained lying close
to each other as we both drifted into a snooze after talking about the
trip. We didn't intend to fall asleep, we just wanted to take a little
pause for refreshment. As it turned out we ended up sleeping for over
an hour. Bryan returned to the room while Tony and I were sleeping.
Tony had his arm over my back and I had my hand on Tony's diapered butt
when Bryan's entry into the room woke me up.
"Hey guys! I was just...oh, whoops, sorry," I heard him say. He
probably wondered what Tony and I had been doing while he was gone when
he saw that we lay so close to each other and had our arms crossed.
"Oh shit, I was asleep," I said groggily upon realizing that I
dozed off. I moved my hand off of Tony's behind.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you guys," Bryan apologized.
"Oh no, it's not that, I just didn't plan on falling asleep," I
said.
"Me, neither," Tony said. "Thanks for the wake-up call."
"Any time," Bryan said awkwardly. Very likely he probably didn't
want to acknowledge that he caught Tony and I in a somewhat
compromising position.
"You guys mind if I change my diaper?" Bryan asked us.
"No, go ahead," I said. "We're all boys, aren't we?"
"Last I checked," Bryan replied with a slight chuckle.
Bryan then stripped off his shorts to reveal the heavy, sagging
diaper that he was wearing underneath. He turned around and showed his
butt to us. While I felt he did this to show off his diapered butt like
I enjoyed doing, he was probably doing it since he probably felt he'd
rather expose his backside to us than his genitals. I was hoping he
would have a poop-covered butt, but it appeared that he only wet his
diaper this time. I wanted to know if he ever pooped in his diapers
since it seemed so wasteful to me for a diaper to get taken off without
being pooped in.
Bryan continued to handle his own diaper change. I wanted to
offer assistance as did Tony, but we didn't want to make him feel
uncomfortable. He didn't seem to need help as he got his own diaper on
without any difficulty.
"You guys up to shooting some pool?" Bryan asked us.
"Sure," I said. Tony also agreed to join Bryan. We got up from
the bed and put our shorts and our shoes back on. We then followed
Bryan to the rec room. It was a large room which consisted of several
pool tables, foosball, video games and other diversions. There were
several other kids there, some accompanied by parents, so this was
clearly a family-oriented hotel. Over the next hour or so we got to
know Bryan better and we talked about most things boys talked about.
Brian kicked both of our diapered butts at pool, but we still had fun.
After playing games for awhile we each had a cold drink at the snack
bar and then went back up to the room. Bryan took his shorts off and
asked us if we minded.
"Not at all," I said. I began taking my shorts off, too, as did
Tony.
"Shit, if Tony and I don't have to wear pants or shorts, then we
don't. I spend as much time in just my diapers as possible."
"Me, too," Tony said.
"So do I," Bryan added. "I guess we're all in agreement that
we're more comfortable in just our diapers."
With this we shook hands and established a friendship. Granted,
it would only last while we were all here, but we figured we'd stay in
touch and write letters after we parted ways. I had to change my diaper
now that I had pooped in it. I got my changing pad out of my bag and
spread it out on the floor. I lay down on it and Tony went to work.
Bryan looked like he was tempted to watch but he probably didn't want
me to know his intentions.
"It's okay, I don't mind if you watch," I told him. He accepted
my openness and proceeded to observe while Tony removed my disposable
diaper and revealed the wet, poopy mess in it.
"Full timer, eh?" Bryan said.
"Oh yeah, I do everything in my diapers," I said with a smile.
"Me, too," Bryan said. "I've never touched a toilet except to
puke in it, which isn't often."
"I wish I could say that," I said. "There was a short period of
my life when I actually used toilets, not that I wanted to."
Now was the time to talk about each others' diapers. Tony put me
in a Thickies disposable diaper while I told Bryan about my diaper
history and how it all started four years ago. Tony also explained to
Bryan how he started wearing diapers almost four years ago in pretty
much the same fashion, this that he didn't have to endure punishment
for it at first.
By the time Tony and I finished talking about our diaper
histories we had changed each other and were sitting on the bed across
from Bryan. He enjoyed our stories very much as I could see from the
tent that formed in the front of his diaper. He thought it was
interesting that neither of us needed to wear diapers at first and that
we just wanted to wear them. Bryan couldn't believe that we let our
sisters change our diapers.
"I have two brothers," he said. "I never thought about what it
would be like to have a sister."
"Mine tease me a lot about it," I said. "But they enjoy changing
my diapers, too," I said.
"How do you feel about it?" Bryan asked.
"I like it the attention they give me and all the cute names they
call me," I said as I blushed.
Tony then brought up the fact that he and I both had our arms
over each other when Bryan came in.
"Oh, no need to be embarrassed about that," Bryan said. He
further explained that his best friend wears diapers, too and that they
also enjoyed being in close proximity to each other while in their
diapers.
"Too bad he didn't make it down here with you," Tony remarked. "I
barely made it myself since I got rejected at first."
"My friend didn't want to be in a bunch of magazines appearing in
diapers, so he didn't even go to the tryouts," Bryan said.
A few minutes later someone knocked at the door. I got up and
peered through the peep hole. I could see that it was Linda and another
boy. Presumably this was the boy she had gone back to get at the
airport.
"It's Linda," I said, in case anyone wanted to cover up before I
let her in. We all remained in just our diapers as I opened the door.
Linda introduced us to John, who became the fourth boy to be
housed in our room.
"I can see you three boys have made yourselves comfortable,"
Linda said, inferring that we had all elected to remove our shorts. She
then kindly informed us that we would be called to the meeting in the
conference room in about an hour from now and should be ready to go
then.
John seemed quiet and shy, but we did what we could to make him
feel welcome. We introduced ourselves and went through the whole get-
acquainted thing all over again, including our reasons for wearing
diapers. John then loosened up a little. He was twelve years old. He
had been kept in diapers all his life for failing to cooperate with
toilet training after he was four years old. He mentioned that he was
diagnosed with encopresis and was kept in diapers without ever touching
a toilet again. He had flown in from Portland, Oregon.
He went into the bathroom to change his diaper, but upon coming
out he left his shorts behind, seeing that the rest of us were more
comfortable without anything over our diapers. We sat on the beds and
watched part of a movie for the remaining time we had before going to
the meeting. Shortly before we were called to come down to the meeting
we all put our shorts back on along with our Thickies logo T-shirts
that had been issued to us at the auditions as we had been told to
bring along. We then left the room and headed down to the conference
room.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 67
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The conference room was full of kids and adults alike. Only
twenty-four of us were actually the chosen finalists, but there were
several other kids there. It was easy to pick out the finalists by the
fact that we all had on the Thickies T-shirts. Even without the shirts
I could tell who some of the finalists were. Examining the bulge
underneath a few of the boys' shorts as they came in, I could tell that
these boys were diapered up. Tony and I were the only two chosen from
the Boise area so I didn't recognize any of the other boys. The rest of
the attendees were parents, brothers and sisters.
A banner with the CKM Products and the Thickies logo was put up
on the wall. Linda and one other representative appeared at the front
of the room and they both introduced themselves. Linda's son was also
there as were two other boys, who were the sons of the other
representative. Even while appearing before the rest of us, all these
boys had on were Thickies T-shirts and, of course, Thickies diapers.
Linda's son and one other boy had on cloth diapers, neatly and
abundantly pinned on. The other boy was in a disposable diaper. None of
them seemed to be nervous at all.
"Good evening," Arlene, the other representative, addressed the
group. "So you all made it, congratulations! You guys are the
finalists!" she said to us with a smile.
"Now that we're all here, let's get to know one another," Arlene
said. With this she called to the front of the room the twenty-four
boys who were the finalists. A row of twenty-four chairs lined the
front of the room. It wasn't until we were all up there that I
determined that it was an all-boys group. We were each then issued a
name badge to pin onto our shirts. We were instructed not to lose the
badges as they would be required for entry into the CKM Products
facilities, which was where we would be going to tomorrow.
"Before I have the boys introduce themselves, I want to take this
time to address a particular matter that has been a topic of moderate
debate between us at CKM and some of the parents," Arlene said. "I'm
sure you have all noticed that all twenty-four of our finalists are
boys. Quite honestly, we expected more boys to participate and, well,
they did, quite an overwhelming majority, in fact. For those of you who
think we're being biased towards the boys here, well, in all honesty we
did have both boys and girls in mind at the outset of this venture,
even though CKM Products does specialize in boys fashions and has, in
fact, sold off its entire girls fashions division. The plain and simple
truth is, there just weren't very many girls who submitted
applications, questionnaires, surveys and tracking logs. Some of the
parents who contacted us also indicated that diapers shouldn't be so
big and bulky that no other clothing can be worn over them, and it
seems girls who need protection desire something far more modest than
what we offer. Boys, on the other hand, are much less modest, as we
found out. We have already determined this by the higher number of
pajamas we sold for girls over boys, many of whom opt for just
underwear, or diapers. We also found out that boys are more apt to wear
diapers voluntarily based on our extensive market research."
At this time Arlene directed someone to turn on the projector
that descended from a recessed compartment up in the ceiling. A screen
also dropped down from the ceiling. It, too, was motorized. After the
screen was down and the projector was turned on it projected a chart on
the screen. The lights were dimmed as Arlene pointed out with a laser
pointer several numbers gathered from their market research. A few more
charts were shown as Arlene presented their information.
"...so we determined where our target market clearly lies, and of
course we want to make sure our target market is appropriately
represented. Having made a reasonably sound conclusion that most users
of our diaper products are boys, we shifted the entire focus of our
advertising campaign onto the boys' market and decided to only use boy
models for the diapers."
Everyone seemed to agree with this validation for using all boys
in the advertising, though one parent did ask if at a later time there
would be advertising that would feature girls.
"We are keeping ourselves open to that possibility, and we think
that after the advertising hits, this may draw more interest from the
girls' market, but we'll have to monitor and research the overall
market to determine if it's viable or not to pursue the girls' market,
as, quite honestly, it seems very minimal at this point," Arlene
replied in a business-like manner.
There were no other questions. Arlene then proceeded to give us
all the opportunity to introduce ourselves. The lights went on again
and the screen and projector both went back up. Each of us stood up,
stated our name, our age, where we were from, and the type of diapers
we wore as well as our reasons for wearing them. The ages ranged from
six to fourteen and the reasons for wearing diapers were varied, but
all very interesting, not to mention hard-on inducing.
After the introduction, we all returned to our seats. We were
then shown three videos, the first of which gave us an overview of the
CKM company. This one was rather boring as it covered the business
aspects of the corporation such as its stock value, sales, etc., but
the second video was far better as it explained the creation and the
development of the diapers that we would be advertising.
The third video was, in my opinion, the best of them all. This
one explained the ultimate goal of CKM's venture to manufacture and
market diapers for older kids. The best part of all was that CKM had
ambitious plans to form an organization to promote awareness and
acceptance of older kids who wear diapers. There was a discussion on
this topic after the video. Linda took the spotlight, so to speak, to
explain the purpose of the organization and how it would work. She
accompanied her explanation with a series of slides as the projector
and screen came back down. The first slide was shown with the acronym
D.B.A. printed across it.
"The organization we are establishing is called D.B.A., for now,
that is," Linda started. She then produced another overhead slide which
showed what D.B.A. stands for.
"'D.B.A. stands for 'Diapered Boys of America.' At first it was
going to be called D.K.A., or 'Diapered Kids of America', but since we
shifted our marketing focus to all boys, we decided to designate it as
a boys-only group.
"I will explain what this organization is all about. My son Bobby
and I have been working very diligently on developing ways to help make
the general public more aware of older kids-- well, boys at least-- who
wear diapers. Bobby, especially, has been very dedicated in his work
towards this goal."
Linda continued to explain the D.B.A. group. Her presentation was
punctuated by the use of several computer-graphic slides that were
projected onto the screen.
"Our primary purpose is to create a nationwide, and eventually, a
worldwide support group for boys like you who wear diapers, and to make
the public aware of the fact that there are older kids who wear diapers
for whatever reason, whether it be for bedwetting, encopresis, spina
bifida, cerebral palsy, or just because, well, you just want to wear
diapers. We want to spread the word that diapers aren't just for
babies. We're prepared to face the challenges and the opposition that
traditional parenting groups will present us, just as we have already
done with those who have objected to our decision to advertise such
diapers and to advertise them so openly to kids. I don't want to say
that we lost the battle to include our advertising on television,
because we haven't given up on that. I'll cover this in more detail as
we go on.
"We wish to promote the use of diapers to parents as an
alternative to toilet training if their kids would rather wear diapers.
Our research has indicated that many users of our products went through
unpleasant experiences during their toilet training years because they
wanted to wear diapers, but were force to give them up due to the
general expectation that kids be out of diapers and use the toilet by a
certain age. We feel that too much emphasis is placed on toilet
training and when the child is uncooperative it causes grief for both
the parents and the children alike. We want to overcome the stigma that
parents face by having kids past a certain age who are 'still in
diapers.' We want to make it acceptable for kids to wear diapers at any
age without society ostracizing these kids and their parents because of
how they choose to eliminate their bodily wastes, that is, if they even
have the choice. You will receive in your packets of materials our
mission statement towards this very ambitious goal, which we recognize
will be controversial. Again, we are prepared to deal with the
opposition."
"Now, don't let any of that scare you away from joining the
organization. We are not going to expect you all to go out and rally
for this cause on street corners in your diapers or burn down day care
centers that mandate toilet training or to pass out literature. While
many will consider us to be a radical group, our infusion into the
mainstream society will be a gradual one and we will not encourage
violence or any illegal activities to promote our cause. We wish to
remain a passive, but ever-present group among parents and kids. We
will be counting on our members in communities, big and small, to
promote our organization and its purposes. We want to make a bold and
strong statement with those who do take notice of our group. That is
why we are using Thickies diapers to promote this cause.
"This is where you all come in. You twenty-four boys who are
sitting in this front row are the seeds we are planting to make this
organization grow, and we will be counting on you to get things
started. All of you are automatically eligible members of the proposed
organization. For those of you who are at least twelve years of age,
you are eligible to become Official Club Directors. For those of you
who are under 12, you may still be an Official Club Director, but only
under the guidance of a parent or guardian until you turn twelve.
Alternately, if those of you who are under twelve know of someone who
is old enough to be an independent Director we encourage you to have
him participate in this capacity. It is our Directors who will be the
flagships of this ambitious mission."
Linda stopped for a moment to take a drink of water. She looked
out into the room and saw that a few people were uncertain about what
this meeting was really about.
"I see some blank faces out there among the parents," Linda said.
"I know it sounds like I am assimilating your sons into this
organization, but rest assured, there is no requirement that any of
them join the club. I realize our mission will be met with opposition
by traditional parents, and some of you may not be willing to have your
sons campaign for the advocacy to wear diapers and to shun toilet
training or to spread the word that they wear diapers out of need. As I
stated earlier, in no way will we condone violent, illegal or immoral
behavior among our members or encourage them to engage in activities
that would put them at risk. When your son receives his packet we
encourage you to take the time to read the information provided, as
reading it will likely put your concerns at ease. We have considered
many of the concerns we'd expect parents to have and we have addressed
them."
As much as I was enjoying hearing about this organization, I had
to admit that Linda was getting rather long-winded. She continued with
her presentation with the charts and graphs.
"Now, let's move on to discussing how memberships work. I will
state it again, there is *no* obligation to join this organization
whatsoever, but any of you who wish to join will receive a newsletter
each month and will be given the materials to help locate other kids in
your area who wear diapers. The organization will offer several
membership levels. Those of you who opt for higher-tier membership
levels will be entitled to other privileges as well. Directors will
receive all privileges along with carrying out responsibilities, such
as conducting regular meetings with club members in their locales. A
detailed explanation on the various membership levels and their dues
will also be included in the packets that will be distributed at the
end of this meeting. I will also cover this information up here.
"Please be aware that D.B.A. is not, from a business standpoint,
affiliated in any way with CKM Products, that is, it is not a profit-
making entity, but it is merely a support and advocacy group. We do not
require that its members even use our products. We do, however, plan to
gather information through surveys from those who use our products in
order to seek new members and to encourage those who do not use or are
not familiar with our products to try them out after they sign up for
memberships.
Linda then presented some other details about what being a member
would involve. She explained in more detail what being a Club Director
entailed. Primarily, Club Directors would establish local D.B.A.
chapters. The local chapters would hold periodic meetings and get
together and do fun things every now and then. This was something that
Tony and me were both very extremely interested in and hoped our
parents would let us start a local D.B.A. group in our area. We already
had Bryce in mind as a prospective member and hopefully we could
contact the boys we met at summer camp. Maybe we'd find a few diaper-
wearers in junior high and get them to join.
In closing of this part of the meeting, Linda explained to us how
we would always be in close contact with her and Bobby to help us with
any questions or concerns we might have after we got our groups going.
They would check up on us regularly and have us provide feedback.
They'd keep us well-informed on how the organization as a whole is
doing and what it is doing to proliferate its presence throughout the
country.
"And finally, I have one more point to cover before we adjourn,"
Linda said as she had to keep her voice "fresh" by taking more sips of
water. While everyone was hoping she was finishing up, they were glad
to know that she was almost finished.
"Now, if I haven't already lost your attention by now, you might
recall that at the beginning I stated that 'for now' the group is going
to be called D.B.A., or 'Diaper Boys of America.' The reason I said
'for now' is because, well, we think you guys can come up with
something better. We will offer members the opportunity to submit their
own suggestions for what our proposed organization will ultimately be
called. Once things get established we will send the Directors the
information they will need. So start thinking about it now, what you
think the group should be called."
"Okay, well, I know you're all anxious to get out of here. Before
we adjourn, I'll take people's questions."
Several questions, as expected, were brought up after Linda's
interesting, but quite lengthy presentation of the proposed D.B.A.
organization. Some parents still had concerns about their sons making
such a bold presence among their peers and within their communities
promoting diapers over using toilets. Most parents seemed to be put at
ease with Linda's addressing of their concerns. Several of the boys had
questions as well, including Tony and me.
Throughout the meeting I also noticed that some the parents and
the non-diapered kids who were in the room had left the room at some
point to use the facilities, while none of the twenty-four boys
representing Thickies diapers ever did. I looked at the boy in the
disposable diaper and I could tell that he had wet in it. At the close
of the meeting the packets were distributed.
By this time everyone was restless and hungry, so the meeting was
adjourned at last. We were escorted to the restaurant in the hotel.
Being that it was a family hotel, there were lots of kids in the
restaurant and there was certainly no formal dress code. Still, I felt
funny wearing a T-shirt that read THICKIES across it so prominently
while sitting at the table. At least we were in a private banquet room
that was separate from the main dining area of the restaurant.
Tony, Bryan, John and I all had a table to ourselves while the
other boys who roomed together also appeared to gather at their own
tables. These were large, round tables with plenty of elbow room for
eating. The rest of the younger kids who had their parents with them
occupied the other tables in the banquet room. We were told to order
anything we wanted on the menu, so of course Tony and I took advantage
of this and each ordered the London broil, very good, to say the least.
Of course we didn't stop here and we ordered ice cream sundaes for
dessert afterwards. How nice it was to be pampered, although we were
Thickied, in this instance.
After dinner was over we were given an hour break, during which
time we could either play games or return to our rooms. Tony and I were
so excited about becoming Directors for this new organization that we
spent the entire time reading through the materials we were given at
the end of the meeting. We didn't even take time to change our dirty
and smelly diapers. We just stripped off our shorts and sat around in
our diapers while we read about all the things that we would be doing
in the club. Both of us would be very dedicated to promoting diapers as
an alternative to toilets (to boys, of course) and encouraging parents
to allow their kids (boys) to wear diapers. We were so excited about
our prospects with forming such a club that we both jacked each other
off over thinking about it, especially as the group was geared so that
its advocacy would be directed towards boys, hopefully boys only.
When the hour was up we re-adjourned in the conference room
briefly to discuss what we would be doing tomorrow and what we could
expect. Given the odors that I smelled all around the conference room,
I could tell that many of the other boys had also used their diapers in
the last hour but had opted not to change them just yet. We were given
the opportunity to ask questions, which many of us had.
"Your wake-up calls will come at 6:00 AM, boys," Arlene told us,
then she repeated it with just as much emphasis. "We'll have breakfast
and then we'll board the bus to the CKM Products facility. So don't
stay up all night, because you all have a very big day ahead of you."
At this point we returned to our rooms. We still had a couple
hours left before our curfew went into effect. We were told that Linda
and Arlene would check on those of us who were not with parents to make
sure we were in our rooms at that time.
"What do you guys want to do?" Bryan asked us while we walked
towards the elevator.
"I dunno," I said. "I'm kind of tired."
"Me, too," Tony said. Tony then winked at me. I had a feeling
that he was getting horny. I had a hard-on as I thought about hopefully
being alone in the room with Tony again.
"John and I were gonna go swimming and thought you might want to
join us," Bryan suggested.
"Thanks, but maybe tomorrow," I said. Tony also nodded to echo my
response.
"Did you bring your swim diapers?" Bryan asked us.
"Yeah we did, just in case we felt up to swimming,"
"Okay, no problem," Bryan said. "We're just going up the room to
change into our swim diapers."
"Hey, let's see if we can beat you guys to the room," Bryce said.
"John and I will run up the stairs and see if we get there before the
elevator does,."
"You're on!" Tony said. "But you have to wait until the elevator
doors close."
"That's fair," Bryan said. With this, he and John waited at the
bottom of the stairs next to the elevator. Tony and I then got in the
elevator. We weren't expecting to have other riders join us, but before
the door closed a lady and her daughter, who looked to be about eight
or nine, joined us.
I offered to activate the floor button for the lady and asked her
which floor she was going to.
"Ninth floor, please," she said. With this I pressed it. At least
her floor was past ours and we wouldn't lose the race against Bryan and
John as long as nobody else stopped the elevator.
With the doors closed, the race was on. The elevator moved
upwards, going past floor number 2, 3, 4, 5...
The elevator then stopped. I expected the 6 to light up, but it
never did, and the doors never opened. It didn't take Tony and I long
to realize that there was a problem. We were stuck in the damn
elevator!
"Oh shit," Tony muttered. The woman and her daughter looked at us
funny.
"Mom, we're stuck!" the girl panicked and started crying.
"Relax, honey, it won't be long before someone comes to fix the
elevator," she said. With this she picked up the emergency phone and
called for assistance.
For the next twenty minutes or so we waited in that small box
suspended somewhere between the fifth and sixth floors. Clearly we had
lost the race at this point. Tony and I didn't care. We just wanted to
get out of there.
The elevator was completely quiet other than when the adjacent
elevator car passed by (further making us wish we had used it instead).
After a couple minutes of awkward silence we engaged in small talk with
the other two, with the woman initiating the dialog.
"Where you boys from?" she asked.
"Boise, Idaho," I said.
"What brings you here to southern California?"
"We're going to be in magazine ads," Tony said proudly.
"What for?" the lady asked. I knew she would want to know. I
figured she might as well know since I'll be soon be making national
appearances in my diapers anyway.
"Diapers," I said.
"Diapers?" the woman asked, then laughed, as did her daughter.
"You must be playing the part of some older brother or something then."
"No, we're modeling the diapers," Tony said proudly.
"Really?" the lady said, sounding stunned.
The girl started giggling. "You're too old to wear diapers!" she
said to Tony.
"You wanna make a bet?" I thought to myself. I scooted my butt
against the wall of the elevator to make my diaper crinkle, hoping the
girl would hear it.
"Gee, I never knew they made diapers for anyone besides babies,"
the woman said.
"They're gonna show ads for diapers for older kids and we're
gonna be in them," Tony said.
"So I see," the lady said. She seemed to look uncomfortable being
stuck in an elevator with two boys who say they wear diapers.
I sat down on the floor and spread my knees apart and exposed my
crotch. My thick diaper was showing through the leg opening of my
shorts. The girl looked at me, and then I could tell her eyes were
fixed on where she could plainly see my diaper.
"Mom!" the girl said. She told her Mom to bend down so she could
whisper something in her ear. I couldn't make out what exactly the girl
said, but I knew what she was saying, especially as she was giggling
while she was telling her mother that she could see my diaper showing.
"Brittany, it's not nice to stare at other people," her mother
whispered back to her.
"Sorry," she said with a guilty look on her face. "When are they
gonna fix the elevator?"
"They'll be here shortly, sweetie," her mom said.
Tony then joined me on the floor. It didn't appear that the woman
wanted to talk to us any more knowing that we wear diapers. This was a
prime example of how the D.B.A.. organization would be needed to make
the general public know that there are older kids like Tony and me and
twenty-two other older boys in the hotel who all wear diapers.
Another ten minutes had passed. My dinner was catching up to me
and I knew it wouldn't be long before I took another big shit in my
diapers as the food I just ate would need to process and move out the
poop that was already in my system. Being stuck in the elevator with
two strangers, I knew there was no way I could be subtle when it came
to pooping in my diaper. Then, without warning, I let out a loud,
smelly and lengthy fart, amplified by the acoustics of the elevator.
"PPPP-P-P-P-P-P-PPP-PPP-PPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" came the telltale
sound from my butt. It was very wet and juicy, too. The girl looked at
me funny, knowing that I pooped my diaper. Her mother also had a
disgusted look on her face. Of course the smell had nowhere to go, so
the mother and her daughter were forced to take in the aroma of my
poop. I felt the poop coat my entire backside. I needed a diaper change
right now, but of course I had no choice but to sit there in a dirty
diaper until the elevator was fixed.
Tony also loaded his diaper, although his bowel movement didn't
come out as loudly as mine did. I could barely hear the turds coming
out of his butt and pushing on the plastic cover and making it crinkle.
The smell he produced was just as unforgiving to the nostrils as it
intensified the smell I created. With barely any ventilation the filthy
smell could not dissipate very quickly.
"It stinks in here, Mom," Brittany complained.
"Tell me about it," her mother replied. "That's what they
invented potty training for."
Clearly this remark was meant to be directed at Tony and me as
the lady stared at Tony and me.
"I want out of here," Brittany whined.
"Me, too, Brittany," her mother said. At this moment the elevator
jostled. Tony and I held onto the rail, fearing the elevator would
drop. Instead it was slowly raised to the sixth floor, where the
repairman opened the door.
The mother and her daughter didn't waste any time leaving. Both
of them were gasping for fresh air.
"We're using the stairs from now on," the lady said to her
daughter.
Tony and I thanked the repairman for getting the elevator moving
again. As he caught a whiff of the stale, foul air from the elevator
tainted by our diaper odors we observed him fanning his face. We then
went to our room. As expected, Bryan and John weren't there. Their bags
were both opened and sitting on their bed.
Tony and I went into the bathroom together and took off our dirty
diapers. We then went into the shower together to clean ourselves off.
"We're you really tired?" Tony asked me.
"Yeah, I was," I said. "Maybe a little."
"So was I," Tony replied. He stood before me holding his stiff
dick and rubbing it. I was doing the same thing. We looked at each
other and hesitated, as if we could read each other's thoughts. I then
nervously asked Tony if he could massage my back.
"Uhh, sure," he said. With this I turned around and then Tony
placed his hands on my shoulders. He rubbed them while the water
sprayed onto his back. He gradually worked his way closer to me and I
slowly bent myself over while his hands slowly moved farther down my
back. This was the prelude to what both of us were really wanting to
do. While Tony massaged my lower back and points downward, I jacked off
and came at about the same time Tony did. When it was all over, we both
stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off. I promised Tony I
would reciprocate next time we had the chance.
I couldn't believe what I let Tony do to me in the shower. I
could tell that he felt guilty about it, too, but otherwise enjoyed it.
Both of us had wildly raging hormones and needed some relief. Even
though Tony and I were often alone at my house or his, there was
something about being so far away from my family that made such
exploration more inviting.
"Did you like that?" he asked me.
"I loved it," I said, trying to shake off the guilt.
"Me, too," Tony said. Without saying anything else about our
activity in the shower, Tony lay down on his changing pad and I
diapered him. He then diapered me up for the night. We put our Thickies
shirts back on and then watched the rest of the movie we started. Just
before curfew, Bryan and John returned to the room and changed out of
their swim diapers and into their regular diapers for the night. After
Linda checked on us we crawled into bed and went to sleep.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 68
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The wake-up call came quite early. Tony and I could barely sleep
the night before as we were both so excited about finally appearing
before the cameras that would help make us among the most famous boys
past the age of four who wore diapers.
We didn't have much time to get ready and get showered before
going to breakfast, so to save time, Tony and I shared the shower
again, not that we minded, of course. We didn't have time for anything
besides getting ourselves washed. We stripped off our diapers and let
the shower water clean off our poop-covered behinds. As I looked at
Tony's wet, naked body and his hard-on I wanted to fulfill my pledge to
reciprocate what he did with me in the shower last night, but given
that it was so early in the morning and we had so little time-- not to
mention that there were two other boys in our room-- Tony agreed to
take a rain check for now.
After the shower, I diapered Tony and he diapered me. Even as
quickly as he put my diaper on I still enjoyed it. We got dressed and
headed down to the restaurant. We were in such a hurry that we didn't
even think about last night's incident when we got on the elevator.
"Uh oh, remember last night?" Tony reminded me as the elevator
doors closed.
"Shit, how could I forget?" I said.
"Well, apparently we both forgot," Tony said. "We should have
taken the stairs."
"Too late now. We're screwed if this damn thing stops on us
again," I said.
Luckily for us we made it to the bottom and headed to the
restaurant. A smorgasbord of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, ham,
French toast, just about everything, was offered in the breakfast
buffet. Tony and I loaded our plates and took our table. Bryan and John
joined us a few minutes later. We talked about the upcoming events of
the day, all of us feeling anxious about and uncertain of what exactly
we would be doing. With as much breakfast as I ate, I was certain to
have a full diaper sometime today, probably during the photo shoot.
After we had a chance to eat a second plateful each, Linda and
Arlene told us it was time to go to the bus waiting outside the hotel.
Tony and I were expecting it to be a school bus, but we were pleased to
see that it was much more luxurious than that, more like a Greyhound
bus. It was a far cry from the bus we rode to summer camp and back.
We traveled several miles through Los Angeles and took in the
sights that we could see from the freeway. The sight of palm trees was
something Tony and I were not used to, not to mention the sheer size of
the city and its traffic. After skirting downtown we went to the
corporate headquarters of CKM Products. We passed through the security
checkpoint and entered the expansive corporate campus, complete with a
neatly manicured lawn.
Once the bus was parked we were escorted into one of the office
buildings and told to keep as quiet as possible. This wasn't as easy
for some of us to do as the rustling and crinkling of twenty-four boys
all clad in Thickies disposable diapers in a quiet office building made
them seem as loud as ever.
We were directed to the visitor's office and each of us was
assigned a temporary badge. Next we were given a tour of the corporate
campus. We quickly went through the various offices and other
administrative facilities, which was rather boring anyway. The more
interesting part of the tour was when we were shown where the clothing
was manufactured and shipped out. Hundreds of workers were busy
operating various machines as well as cutting, sewing, sorting and
packing pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, underwear, socks, and other
articles of boys' clothing. We were also shown the computerized design
studios where the boys' fashions were developed. Several clothed boy
mannequins surrounded us, as did several posters of boys modeling the
various clothing products. This was all fine and dandy, but I really
wanted to see where the diapers were made as did Tony and the other
twenty-two boys.
"We saved the best for last," said Kimberly, who was the lady
directing the tour. With this we took a long jaunt across the corporate
campus and entered a newly constructed building. This, we were told,
was where the new diaper manufacturing plant was housed. It was a
rather unassuming building.
First we were shown where the disposable diapers were made.
Several workers were scattered throughout the large building operating
the complex equipment. We watched as dozens of noisy machines hummed,
clicked and clanged as hundreds of newly-made disposable diapers rolled
past our eyes. I paused for a moment to ponder the amount of all the
piss and shit coming from the dicks and butts of thousands, maybe
millions of boys worldwide that would eventually be deposited in all
the diapers that I watched being made.
Kimberly explained to us the specific function of each machine. I
never thought I would have the opportunity to visit and watch the inner
workings of a diaper factory. This was very exciting to me, watching
diapers get made.
At the end of the operation was where the diapers were packaged.
Dozens and dozens of diapers were automatically pre-counted in sets and
arranged in perfectly neat rows went into one machine and came out of
it wrapped and sealed. Whole pallets with stacks of diaper packages,
all with the familiar Thickies logo prominently printed on them awaited
transfer to a warehouse next door.
Next we visited the facility where the cloth diapers were
manufactured. This was the part I was really waiting for. Kimberly
walked us through the entire process, explaining how the cloth diapers
were made at each stage of manufacture. As cloth diapers were not as
much in demand, the output was notably lower and the manufacturing
process was more complicated with more employees doing the work than
the machines. Things were quieter in this building, too. At one end was
where huge rolls of virgin white cotton and flannel were run through a
machine that cut the fabric into strips. These strips were then taken
by hand and were then cut again to the proper shape for a diaper spread
out flat. These pieces were then stacked together into thick piles of
fabric and then they were stitched up using elaborate sewing equipment
to make the absorbent panels that fit inside each diaper. The outer
layers were then applied. As some of the diapers were the pull-on
variety, these were stitched up along the sides and elastic waistbands
and legbands were added. I paid close attention and watched the workers
produce dozens of cloth diapers before my eyes. Just handling all those
diapers all day long sounded like the ultimate dream job for me. The
whole process was very fascinating. I would have paid money to see
this.
At the end of the line I saw hundreds of gleaming white cloth
diapers being packaged, some in individual packs, others in sets of
three, six and twelve. The diaper packs were then loaded into cardboard
boxes and stacked on pallets. Once again I pondered the collective
volume of piss and shit that would eventually fill up all those diapers
again and again. I was in diaper heaven! Seeing so many diapers at one
time gave me an incredible hard-on that took all the restraint I had to
keep from rubbing myself while being among the others on the tour. I
knew I would have something good to think about while jacking off when
I got back to the hotel room this evening. How I wished I could take a
whole pallet of cloth diapers home with me!
Lastly we were shown how the plastic pants were made. The process
was generally similar to how the cloth diapers were made, except that
the materials that went into the final product were obviously much
different. There was also a strong smell of latex and vinyl surrounding
me, which I found to be very erotically pleasing as I came to associate
this smell with being diapered.
"If you think those workers look busy now," Kimberly said,
"things will really pick up once the advertising hits and demand for
the diapers goes up, so we'll be hiring lots more workers."
Before we left the building we were shown the testing facility
that was used before the diapers were made available for sale and were
being tested and reported on by actual users, in other words, those of
us who kept detailed tracking logs on how we used our diapers. Kimberly
explained that the testing facility was left in place to test competing
diaper products as well as new Thickies products that would be in
development in the future, and for the entertainment of tour groups. I
found this portion of the tour to be quite amusing as did everyone
else. They used mannequins which were modified to excrete artificial
urine and feces. The fake pee and poop were colored blue and red,
respectively, for easy visibility. They had artificial poop in all
consistencies, ranging from solid turds to the worst case of diarrhea.
They were even scented with authentic odor agents to test the diapers
for odor control and odor retention. The mannequins' arms and legs
could be moved around so that they could be put in different positions
for standing, sitting, squatting, crawling, etc. The two mannequins
that we saw were in the crawling position with their butts facing
towards us. We were actually being mooned by mannequins!
Kimberly then demonstrated how the diaper-testing mannequins were
used. She put a Thickies cloth diaper and plastic pants on one of the
anatomically correct boy mannequins, whose "penis" could be adjusted
for various angles. She then put a disposable diaper on an identically
equipped mannequin. Then she attached to each mannequin a measuring
device that was similar to the one that I wore with my diapers when I
was testing them. This one had wires that connected it to a nearby
computer.
Next, Kimberly opened up each of the mannequins from the back and
loaded two chambers inside of the mannequins' bodies, one with fake pee
and the other with fake poop, "diarrhea-grade poop" as Kimberly called
it, Kimberly went on to explain that the diaper testing included using
fake poop of various consistencies. For the tours they used yellow pee
and brown poop so it would look more realistic, but used blue and red
materials during actual testing. When the chambers were loaded Kimberly
went over to the computer and activated the mannequins. They started
humming.
"I set them to the highest rate of urine and fecal output to
simulate a worst-case scenario for a boy who's really got the runs, so
this will show you just how effective our diapers really are," Kimberly
said. Everyone was laughing the whole time we watched the
demonstration. I could see the front of the disposable diaper swelling
up as it soaked up the fake pee. The back end was starting to bulge out
from the faux poo. Kimberly was pleased to see that we were enjoying
this portion of the tour so much. It was a far cry from the dull and
boring offices we went through at the beginning.
"The only thing they don't do is tell you when they need to be
changed," Kimberly said. "They also never get diaper rash," she
quipped.
Several minutes later Kimberly shut off the enuretic and
encopretic mannequins. She then took off the diapers and showed us the
amount of fake piss and shit they collected. They looked a lot like my
own diapers after wearing them on days when I had diarrhea. I could
even smell the fake stink agents, which I had to agree were quite
realistic, that is, unless I was smelling the real thing among the
boys. In my strangely erotic ways, these foul smells aroused me just as
much as the odors of my own wet and poopy diapers did.
Next. Kimberly performed a demonstration to show what happens
when the mannequins "overdo it", that is, put out more fake pee and
poop than what the diapers can hold. She used a cloth diaper with
plastic pants on one of the mannequins. Eventually fake poop started
leaking out of the legs and pee was dripping into the plastic pants. A
"leak" alarm sounded on the computer along with an alert box on the
screen. Kimberly showed us the output on the screen, which showed the
amount of pee and poop discharged into the diaper.
"That's more than what most boys your age can produce in an
entire day," Kimberly told us. "If it weren't for getting diaper rashes
and offending other people's noses, you could probably get away with
wearing these diapers for two whole days."
Next, Kimberly had the mannequins load up some new diapers and
then she had them move around, simulating sitting, standing, lying
down, walking, running, and crawling in place.
"We're working with the engineers to get them to do somersaults
and back flips," she said. "But that may be while."
When the tour was finished several of us had questions for
Kimberly. I wanted to know what the pee and poop was actually made of.
Tony wanted to know how much the mannequins cost. She quoted $25,000,
which was more than any of us expected them to cost. Afterwards, we
headed over to the company's commissary for lunch. After having settled
for substandard quality food in school cafeterias for several years, I
was expecting about the same here. Fortunately the fare was far better,
as good as any decent family restaurant, in fact. By this time we were
all due for diaper changes, which we were told would be performed by
staff when we headed to the company's on-site modeling studios.
Once inside the studio building we were directed to the studio
itself where we would be modeling our diapers. We met with the staff
who would be working with us. There were men and women alike who would
be taking our pictures and directing our poses. We were given an
overview of what we would be doing. We would be spending most of the
day doing still photo shots. This would involve spending hours in just
our diapers making dozens of shots and different poses before
photographers. In between we would get a break, which would include a
diaper change that would most likely be necessary by then anyway. After
the photo shoot we would have another conference on forming the D.B.A.
organization and then dinner. After that it would be all over and we
would fly back home tomorrow.
Things got right down to business after our briefing.
"You'll be spending much of your time here today in just diapers
and sometimes without your shirts," one of the directors told us. This
wasn't anything unusual for me, at least the fact that I spent most of
my day in just diapers anyway. Most of the boys also commented on the
fact that they, too, were used to being in just their diapers.
The first thing they did was to give us all a minor trim-up on
our hair. Neither Tony nor I had gotten a haircut all summer long. They
didn't take much hair off of Tony or me, just enough to clip off some
of the shaggy sections.
Next we were directed to the changing room where we were to strip
down to just our diapers, nothing else. Nobody seemed to mind doing
this, mainly since we were all expecting to be in just our diapers for
much of the time and that we would ultimately be appearing before
cameras and being photographed in our diapers anyway. We took off our
shorts, obviously, as well as our shirts, socks, and shoes.
The sight of 24 boys in just their diapers made me hard. Except
for the younger boys whose penises hadn't yet fully developed, I could
see that just about everyone else was enjoying the sight of two dozen
diapered boys, too. As all of us were wearing disposables, I could see
that every one of us had wet their diapers. The room smelled strongly
of poop, so I knew that Tony and I weren't the only ones who had messy
diapers.
Next we stood in line before two staff members who would be
changing our diapers. We were to be changed on a mat that had been
placed on the floor, so there was no privacy.
"We all look the same underneath our diapers," we were told to
allay anyone's feelings of modesty. "And our you-know-what all stinks
the same, too, no matter what someone might tell you otherwise," he
added. This generated some light laughter.
One of them instructed those who were modeling cloth diapers to
stand before him, while the other person took care of the boys who were
to be in disposables. Both of them were males who looked to be in their
twenties. While I wouldn't have minded having a female change me, some
of the other boys probably wouldn't have been as comfortable had a
female changed them. After all, not all of us had sisters to change our
diapers for us. To put us at ease, each of the young men showed us that
they were wearing Thickies diapers by momentarily pulling down their
shorts.
"We're making diapers in adult sizes, too, and in case you're
wondering, yes, we need to wear diapers, too," one of the men
explained. "We were just like you boys at one time." At least I felt
better knowing that the staff members who were changing our diapers
wore diapers themselves.
Some boys were used to changing their own diapers and didn't feel
that they needed someone to do this for them. The staff members
explained that they wanted to ensure that the diapers looked just
perfect for the camera and thus had to take extra time to get our
diapers to look just right. They wanted to make sure that the diapers
were on perfectly straight and fitted properly. For those of us who
would be modeling cloth diapers, they wanted to make sure the pins were
evenly spaced, and for those who were modeling disposables, that the
tapes were even.
Tony and I stood in separate lines because of the fact that we
would be modeling different types of diapers. We stood in the same
place, about halfway back, so we got to talk to each other while
waiting. I felt pretty much at ease, although I wouldn't have minded
having a shirt on. Tony's line was moving faster since it didn't take
as long to put disposable diapers on as the cloth diapers.
While we waited in line a third staff member, also a male, came
through and measured our waists. He compared these figures to the
numbers that had been submitted on our survey forms, just in case any
of us had put on a significant amount of weight since then or perhaps
had lost some weight. I was still the same as before, just a tad pudgy
around the middle.
By the time Tony was getting his diaper changed I was still third
in line. I watched Tony get his diaper changed as well as the boys who
had preceded him. I wasn't able to see directly in front of me to watch
the cloth diaper boys get changed until I got closer, but at least I
was able to enjoy the show on the disposables side. Like all the other
boys I had seen get changed and diapered, Tony had a hard-on. The two
designated diaper-changers were likely used to this and expected it,
being that they wore diapers themselves.
After Tony was cleaned up he was diapered, the tapes of his
diapers being as neat and straight as I had ever seen them; it was
almost unnatural. He even used a ruler and some piece of acetate with
marks on it to help him properly align the tapes. Kara, Tony's Mom,
myself, nobody could ever get the tapes to look as even as they looked
on Tony's diaper right now. I noticed that Tony was given a diaper
doubler with his diaper. I figured this was probably used so that when
he first wet he wouldn't have to be changed so quickly since they
probably didn't want to photograph anyone whose diapers were visibly
used.
After waiting for six boys get their cloth diapers applied to
them with such meticulous attention to detail to the placement of the
pins and the height to which they rose up on the body, it was my turn
at long last. I had wet my disposable diaper again while I was standing
there waiting, and I wasn't far from having my next bowel movement,
either. I figured I was due for my next dump some time during the photo
shoot.
The guy took my diaper off as I lay before him. I felt awkward
having a complete stranger take my diaper off, but I figured this
wasn't anything different than when a nurse at the doctor's office
changed me. He wasn't fazed by the fact that I had a big hard-on or
that my diaper was completely filled with shit. He just went about his
routine and cleaned me up. He rubbed a generous amount of lotion over
my dick and balls. His hands felt much different than what I was used
to as they were rougher and more scaly. Lisa, Cindy, my Mom, Tony and
everyone else who had changed my diapers to this point had softer
hands. Still, it felt good feeling the cool gel being applied to my
genitals and my groin. I couldn't help but to have a hard-on. I asked
the guy how this problem was dealt with during the photo shoot. He
answered my question in a professional manner.
"The cloth diapers are thick enough that nothing will show," he
said. "For the boys who are wearing disposables, we just wait until
they lose their erection, or we give them something like the Wall
Street Journal to look at until their erection disappears. We try to
not have others in diapers in view during the photo shoot to avoid this
problem as well."
He then continued with putting on my diaper. He had a brand new
Thickies diaper waiting for me; it even had my name on the package
written on a Post-It note. It had been selected ahead of time
specifically for me as it was chosen according to my waist size. After
verifying that my waist had not changed in size, he pulled the diaper
out of its wrapping and slid it underneath my butt. I was also given a
diaper doubler to catch any initial wetting during the photo shoot.
He then applied each diaper pin slowly and carefully. He only
used three pins on each side, which seemed unusual to me since I was
used to having at least six pins or more in each side of my diapers.
With as much time as he spent on pinning my diaper on, Lisa and Cindy
would have put him to shame as they could have done it in less time
using twice as many pins. He, too, used a small acetate square with
markings on it to precisely guide the placement of the pins.
Next he put my plastic pants on. He then told me not to touch my
diaper or move around too much so that it would stay in place. As I
stood up he made some adjustments, straightening out big creases in my
plastic pants and adjusting them so that they fit evenly over my
diaper. He tucked in some stray sections of the diaper so that they
would not be sticking out of the leg opening of the plastic pants. They
sure were serious about watching for such imperfections.
After I had my diaper on I left the locker room and went out to
the studio. This time a female staff member assisted me. She have me a
shirt to put on as well as a pair of crew socks, both of these articles
made by CKM, of course. I wasn't expecting it, but she even applied
some make-up to my face after wicking the sweat off of my face with a
cotton ball. I looked at my face in a mirror that I was handed. The
makeup altered my natural skin tone a little, but at least I didn't
look like a clown. I was now ready for my first photo shoot.
I was taken to a small set that had been decorated like an older
boy's bedroom. It was done up in bright primary colors. It had a bed, a
desk, a large toy chest, a race track set up in the corner; it looked
very authentic. I was alone with only the one female staff member and a
photographer. I was directed to make various practice poses first. Next
came the real thing and I was nervous. In some shots I simply stood in
the middle of the room, and in another shot I was told to stare out the
"window", which, they explained would be filled in with an outdoor
scene during post-production. I was told that the scene was to look
like I was staring out the window on a rainy day. I was told that this
ad would have a headline that read "Dry on the inside..." next to the
window. Next to my diaper there would be text that read "...dry on the
outside." The photographer took at least half a dozen shots of this
pose alone; he must have liked how my diapered butt looked or
something. They made some adjustments to my socks during these shots. I
had to agree that my diapered butt was quite photogenic, as Lisa and
Cindy could attest to by the volumes full of photo albums they had made
of me. Other poses ranged from me sitting on the bed with my legs open,
to sitting up in the bed as if I had just woke up. My hair was
purposely mussed up for this shot and then combed again. Another shot
had me sleeping in the bed with my rear end turned to the camera with
the coves pulled back, thus fully exposing my diaper. For this shot I
had to take my shirt off again. I had to wonder if they were planning
to use all of these pictures for the advertising.
Next I was joined by another boy who looked to be about nine
years old. He was in cloth diapers, too. He joined me in several shots
of us playing with the cars on the race track. Next, they moved a bunk
bed into the room and removed the single bed. They were on castors to
make them easier to move; they were just props, after all. They had him
climbing up the ladder while I lay in the bottom bunk on top of the
covers. In the next shot they had us both lying in the beds under the
covers, but with the covers pulled back. I was having so much fun now!
Several more shots were taken of me and the other boy in the bedroom
set, some of them of us individually and some with us together.
"Are you guys going to use all these shots?" I asked the lady who
was directing our poses.
"Oh heavens, no. We'll just select a few of them," she said. I
hated to think that most of these shots would never be seen by the
general public.
I was then moved to another set. This one was decorated with a
camping scene. There was a tent set up in the background and an actual
campfire was burning (it used fake logs and gas for the flames,
though.) This time I was joined by another boy in cloth diapers. He
looked to be twelve. We sat across from each other, each of us roasting
marshmallows over the fire. Several other variations of the camping
scene were taken of us. One of them showed me going into the tent,
another one coming out of it. They even had us put on backpacks and
stand before a backdrop with a picture of an outhouse along a hiking
trail in the woods. I was told the header to this ad would read "Enjoy
nature... ...ignore the call of nature." Another headline they were
considering using would read "Bears do it in the woods...but you don't
have to."
In the next set I was shown sitting in a living room playing
video games. Best of all was the fact that Tony joined me in this shot!
The shot was intended to advertise both the cloth and disposable
diapers in one shot. It was just like being at home as Tony and I sat
next to each other on the floor playing Super Nintendo (the Nintendo
labels had been covered up, though) while sitting in our diapers. We
even both wet ourselves during the shot, not having to get up and go to
the bathroom during game play. In fact, the headline for this ad would
read "Who needs a pause button?"
Our diapers showed no visible signs of usage when the directors
looked us over, so we moved on to the next shot. I lost count of how
many pictures had been taken of me, but it had to have been at least
forty so far. Tony and I each put on a white T-shirt with the Thickies
logo on it and then stood next to each other. We put our arms around
each other during several of the shots. I couldn't wait to see these!
After a couple hours of photo shoots we were given a break.
During the break we had our diapers changed. Most of the other boys
were also in need of diaper changes as well. We were served lunch at
the company's cafeteria which far surpassed my expectations. Since my
exposure to cafeterias has been limited to what schools offer, I wasn't
expecting much. The hard-working folks at CKM had it good. During lunch
Tony and I and several of the other boys were talking to each other
about all the various shots that were taken of us. Some of us even
exchanged mailing addresses.
After the break we headed back to the studios and did more photo
shoots. This time we were photographed in larger groups, some of which
showed all 24 of us in one shot. One shot was made to look like a
school hallway. They gave us books and backpacks to carry as props. In
the shot was a fa�ade of a boys' bathroom door with a hand-lettered OUT
OF ORDER sign tacked onto it. By the end of the day literally thousands
of shots had been taken of us. I asked what they did with all the
shots, knowing that not all of them will be used.
"We send you a complete set of all your proofs, including those
which show you and other boys in them," one of the photographers told
us. "And if you want a complete set of all the pictures of all the
boys, we'll send you a full-color book of all the pictures that we took
of you boys today."
"Wow, cool!" I said. I was drooling as I thought about having
every single picture that was taken today of the twenty-four boys. Tony
also couldn't wait to see his copy when he got it.
"If you want to order prints of the other boys, as members of the
D.B.A. club you will all be eligible to order these proofs," we were
told. I was planning on doing this, using some of the money I'd get for
my photo shoot to buy them.
When we got back to the hotel we had another conference with
Linda and Arlene. We were complimented on our terrific cooperation and
told that if the company decided to pursue TV ads we would be their
first choices and they'd fly us back in again. Linda also told us what
to expect as far as when the ads would be released, which magazines
they would appear in, etc. Many popular women's magazines would feature
the ads so that parents would know about the Thickies diapers and
hopefully buy them for their kids. Several kid-oriented magazines would
also show ads that would be better-suited to appeal to children. These
would include Nickelodeon magazine and Boys Life. We would be kept
informed of the latest events through newsletters and would possibly
even be invited back for doing television commercials if the company
decided to advance their advertising to this medium and could overcome
the objections from parenting groups.
Arlene then spoke to us some more about the formation of the
D.B.A. organization and how this would tie in with CKM Products
Corporation's promotion of its diaper products. At least one boy from
each of the six test-market cities expressed enough interest in this to
start a local group and become a Club Director. Through the guidance of
the company we would be furnished the necessary materials for getting
our local D.B.A. clubs established. All 24 of the boys planned on
becoming members; fourteen of us opting to be Club Directors.
After a lengthy conference we had dinner and a final chance to
talk to each other and exchange addresses to keep in touch. Other than
Bryan and John, Tony and I didn't really have much of a chance to get
to know the other boys very well. Still, we gave them our addresses. We
were also told that anyone who became a member of the D.B.A.
organization could also be contacted through each city's local chapter.
After the dinner was over the group had more or less disbanded for the
time being. We all split off and returned to our hotel rooms, each of
us having early flights to catch tomorrow morning to go back home.
Tony and I were so tired from the busy day's activities, but we
still decided to join Bryan and John in playing some games with them.
Later on they decided to go swimming. Tony and I didn't have any swim
diapers, and neither of us was much for water anyway, unless it was in
the shower. With this, Tony and I returned to the room and showered up.
I also made good on my promise to reciprocate what Tony had done with
me last night, with me "massaging his back" this time. After the shower
we diapered each other and watched a movie on TV. We talked about how
it felt for the long-awaited photo shoot to be over with. It was kind
of like Christmas. We spent a long time thinking about it and making
preparations before the day finally came. The day itself was always fun
and exciting, and then, before we realized it, it was all over with. In
some ways it felt good for this to be behind us, but in other ways, we
wished it weren't all over with so soon.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 69
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Tony and I had a good time in California, but it felt good to be
back home again. The flight back from L.A. went smoothly and without
incident. Unlike the flight we took going to L.A., coming back we
didn't bother to change our diapers in San Francisco since the layover
period was even shorter and we barely made it to the plane last time.
Because of this, Tony and I were in some very wet and poopy diapers
begging to be changed by the time we stepped off the plane in Boise. We
smelled so badly, but fortunately the aisle seat next to Tony and me
was vacant and no other passengers had to endure the stench of our
diapers, although the people all around us could likely smell us. The
stewardess who served us our drinks winced when she caught our diaper
odors.
When I got up from my seat I could feel the wet and soggy mess
that I had made of my diaper. My poop felt like it was going to pour
out of the leg openings of my diapers and then out of my shorts. Tony
reported that his diaper was in the same condition.
After landing back in Boise we stepped off of the plane and Mom,
Lisa and Cindy were all there waiting for us. As it was a Saturday, Mom
was able to come to the airport. Mom gave me a hug and said she missed
me. Her embrace was cut short when she realized how ripe my diaper was.
"When did you last change?" my Mom asked me.
"Before we left the hotel this morning," I said with a sheepish
grin. I gave Mom a cute, guilty facial expression.
"Same here," Tony said.
"Geez, boys, it's a wonder the oxygen masks didn't drop down
during your flight, or did they?" Mom said facetiously. Lisa and Cindy
both laughed.
"Looks like we got some diaper-changing to do," Lisa said to
Cindy out loud.
"You boys have some extra diapers in your carry-ons?" Mom asked
us. Passengers were still coming off the plane and some of them did a
double-take when they heard Mom ask Tony and I this. Tony and I each
had a couple diapers left. "Good, then get them out of your bags and
go follow your sisters to the bathrooms," Mom said. "I'll meet you all
down at the baggage claim," Mom said as she walked ahead.
Both Lisa and Cindy were standing by waiting to escort us to the
restrooms, having missed changing me for the last few days. Had Tony
not been here I would have just had Lisa or Cindy change me as they
have been doing for years, but since I had Tony with me, I felt that,
being here at the airport especially, that it would be better if I had
Tony change me instead.
"Umm, Mom, if you don't mind me asking, could Tony and I change
each other instead?" I asked Mom, hoping she would understand. "We
changed each other in San Francisco as well as in the hotel room."
"Aww, come on, Chris, we've missed changing your diapers!" Cindy
said. Again, nearby people looked at us strangely.
"You girls can put him back into his cloth diapers when we get
home," my Mom said. "Just this once, let the boys explore their own
independence."
Cindy giggled. Mom asked what was funny and she said, "the way you said
for the boys to 'explore' their independence."
"Cindy, come on now," Mom told her. "They are twelve years old
and I think they can handle their own diaper changes sometimes."
"Well, all right," Lisa conceded. "It's just a disposable anyway
that Chris is gonna wear for now, and they're not as fun to put on
Chris as the cloth diapers."
Cindy agreed and said, "I know what you mean, Lisa, bringing out
a huge stack of diapers for Chris and putting them all on him, and then
sticking all those pins in each diaper."
Seeing that Lisa's and Cindy's discussion of diapering me in the
middle of the concourse was drawing attention from people, I asked Lisa
if she could save it for when we were away from the people.
"Chris, who within earshot here knows you?" Lisa asked me.
"Well, him for starters," I said, pointing to a kid I recognized
from school, a kid that both Tony and I hated, among other classmates.
In Boise's airport it wasn't quite as hard to run into people you know.
His name was Scott. He moved here when I was in the fourth grade. He
wasn't as bad as Chuck and Steve, but he was very worthy of scorn,
nonetheless. He had few friends, and no wonder.
He was standing by the video games and he was alone. He wasn't
playing any of them, however. I hoped he wouldn't notice us, but
unfortunately he did since we were also out in the open and away from
the big crowds.
"Hey, it's Diaperdee and Diaperdum!" the obnoxious kid shouted as
he pointed to Tony and me. He then plugged his nose with one hand and
waved his other hand, as if to be fanning away our diaper odors.
Apparently his parents were nowhere near him or they would have likely
scolded him for his unmannerly conduct. The boy laughed at us as Tony
and I were walking awkwardly because of the condition of our diapers.
"Okay, well, everyone who does know you knows you wear diapers,
anyway," Lisa said. When Scott saw Lisa come up closer to me he said,
"Oink! Oink!" Lisa then immediately turned around and approached the
brat. He tried to run away, but he had nowhere to go. Lisa's big size
was enough to intimidate Scott as she walked up to him. She had him
literally cornered.
"Uh, hi," Scott said with a crackle in his voice.
"You mean, 'oink, oink', right?" Lisa said to him while she
stared him straight in the eyes.
"Uhh, I wasn't talking to you, I was uhh, practicing my pig
imitation," Scott said, looking like he was scared shitless, and
presumably without a diaper on to catch any of it.
"Don't quit your day job," Lisa said to him.
"Who are you, anyway?" the boy asked.
"I'm Chris' big sister," Lisa said. "In more ways than one. Now,
you leave my little brother and his friend alone. I'll make the diaper
jokes around here, buster. Got it?"
"Why do they wear diapers?" Scott asked innocently.
"Why, you want to try wearing them, too?" Lisa asked him.
"No," he said.
"Haven't you ever just once, just once, thought about what
wearing a diaper is like?" Lisa asked Scott.
"Well, yeah, I guess, maybe, maybe once," Scott admitted, perhaps
just to get Lisa to back off.
"Really?" Lisa said as the tone of her voice changed. "Well, then
you can come over sometime and find out," Lisa said in a mocking
sultry, seductive voice. Scott was speechless and stunned.
"And I'll diaper that scrawny little *butt* of yours like you'll
never forget," Lisa continued. Cindy then piped up.
"Trust us, we taking diapering little boy's butts *very*
seriously, don't we, Lisa?"
"Ohhhh yeah," Lisa said emphatically as she nodded her head.
"Just ask my brother how much I diaper him up."
Now I was embarrassed, but at least Lisa was coming to mine and
Tony's defense as well as her own.
"Look, I'm sorry," Scott apologized. "Sorry that I teased your
brother, and I'm sorry what I said to you."
"Okay, I'll accept that," Lisa said.
"I just thought only babies wear diapers," Scott said as if to
somehow justify his teasing Tony and me.
"You might be surprised," Lisa said, backing away from Scott. "In
fact, my brother is about to help prove to the world that not only
babies wear diapers."
"How's he gonna do that?" Scott asked skeptically.
"He'll be in magazine ads wearing diapers," Lisa said. "They're
diapers for older kids. All the women's magazines, parenting magazines,
even kids' magazines will show the ads. That's what Chris and Tony are
here for. They just came back from a photo shoot in California. And
they're getting paid *big bucks* for wearing diapers-- and you're not!"
Scott then had his legs crossed.
"What are you crossing your legs for?" Lisa asked him, although
she knew why.
"I gotta go the bathroom," Scott said.
"Why not wear diapers and avoid this little problem you're
having?" Lisa said. Cindy then went over to Tony and asked him for one
of his diapers since she knew I wouldn't pull one out of my bag in the
middle of the airport.
"Here, put this on," Cindy said as she put the diaper right in
front of Scott's face.
"I'm outta here," Scott said as he tried to leave the video game
area. Both Lisa and Cindy closed in on him and kept him cornered.
"Would you girls just leave?" Scott asked them politely. Neither
Lisa nor Cindy would budge.
"Look, I said I'm sorry, I won't say another damn word to Chris
or Tony about wearing diapers!"
Scott then flinched when he realized that it was too late for
him. He peed his pants right there."
"Oh shit!" Scott said as he looked down at the dark, wet spot on
his jeans.
"Okay, you can go now," Lisa said as she and Cindy stepped out of
the way, having successfully forced Scott to piss his pants. He kept
his hands over his pants as he found his way to the nearest bathroom. I
couldn't believe it. My sisters detained Scott long enough to make him
pee his pants. Justice was finally served!
"Thanks," I said to Lisa for defending me.
"No problem, that's what big sisters are for-- sometimes," Lisa
said.
"You wouldn't have done that if he didn't say 'oink oink' to you,
though," I added.
"I might have," Lisa said. "I had fun teasing him. I got him to
admit that he's thought about wearing diapers. And I got him to pee his
pants!"
"Yeah, Chris, so you can use that against him if he ever teases
you or Tony about wearing diapers," Cindy added. I had to agree that I
now wielded some power against Scott.
Tony and I were now pushing our Thickies disposable diapers to
the absolute limit as we had both wet our diapers more. We went into
the next bathroom to change our overdue diapers while Lisa and Cindy
went on to catch up with Mom.
Scott was in the bathroom crying when we got there. I almost felt
sorry for him since he must have been really embarrassed. On the other
hand, he was the enemy and I was to feel no sympathy for him. He had
taken his pants off to hold them in front of the hand dryer. His
underwear was tinted yellow from having pissed his pants. He looked at
Tony and me as we walked in, but he didn't say anything. We went into
the stall and changed our diapers as quickly as we could. We didn't
feel comfortable having the enemy just a few feet away from us, but he
appeared to be decimated by his humiliation enough not to be any threat
to us.
Tony and I needed to hurry anyway since Mom was probably
wondering what was taking us so long. Tony and I were such a mess and
we spent awhile cleaning each other's poopy butts. We barely took
enough time to make it enjoyable, as good as Tony's hand felt running
up through my butt crack. We only cleaned off the excess matter,
leaving a thin film of poop on our butts, since the residual poop was
going to just wind up in the diapers along with a much larger volume of
shit anyway. Lisa and Cindy were going to diaper me in my much thicker
and my much missed cloth Thickies diapers, so they'd have the honors of
making my butt squeaky clean when it came time for them to diaper me.
When Tony and I left the bathroom we were approached by a woman.
"Excuse me, did you happen to see a boy in there wearing a
Seahawks shirt?" the lady asked us. "He's about your age."
Scott had a Seahawks shirt on, so this had to be the boy she was
asking about.
"Yes, he is," we said.
"Oh, I am going to have a talk with that boy!" the lady grumbled.
"Our plane leaves in ten minutes. He wanted to play video games, so I
told him fine, but stay there and wait, even if you run out of money,
so what does he do? He's not there!"
"I think I can explain," I said. "I saw him wet his pants and he
ran here to the bathroom. He was drying off his pants when we went in
there."
"I told him to use the bathroom before we left," the lady sighed.
"He has a weak bladder, always has."
Tony and I wanted to stay and find out more about Scott since his
mother was so open to volunteer such information. Unfortunately we had
to haul some diapered butt and catch up with the others. Just behind us
we heard Scott come out of the bathroom and his Mom asked him where he
had been.
"I wet my pants," Tony and I both heard him sobbing. His mother
then gave him a lecture about not using the bathroom before they left.
As Tony and I hustled to get downstairs we talked about the possibility
that Scott may be a potential diaper wearer. Given his admitting to
Lisa and Cindy that he thought about wearing diapers and that his
mother mentioned he had a weak bladder, Tony and I could only conclude
that he was jealous that Tony and I wore diapers while he had to deal
with his wetting problems on his own. Come to think of it, he left the
classroom a lot when he was in my fifth grade class.
"About time you boys showed up," Mom said.
"Sorry Mom, we were a tad messy underneath," I said. "Have my
bags come up yet?"
"No," Mom grumbled. "I guess there was no need for you to hurry,
anyway." Shortly after Tony and I arrived at the baggage claim, our
bags came up the chute and tumbled onto the conveyor. We left the
airport and then headed over to the nearby Denny's for lunch. Tony and
I had center stage throughout lunch as we talked about all the things
we did in California. Every now and then the people from the adjoining
tables would look over at Tony and me as we talked about modeling
diapers and taking a tour through a diaper factory. We told Cindy, Lisa
and my Mom about the diaper testing models, which got them all to laugh
as they tried to envision such a contraption.
After we put away a big lunch we headed back for home and dropped
Tony off at his house. I was tired and longing for my own crib, so as
soon as I came in the door I stripped off my shorts and hopped into my
crib to take a nap. Lisa and Cindy wanted to diaper me first, but Mom
told them to let me have my rest and to use the disposable diaper that
I had on. I had gotten sort of used to wearing disposable diapers in
bed, but I still couldn't wait until I had my cloth Thickies on, and as
soon as I woke up and peed and pooped my diapers a couple times I would
get them.
I slept until late in the afternoon. I woke up with a wet and
soiled diaper. As soon as I appeared in the front room, Lisa came over
to me to check my diaper. She checked the front and said. "He's wet."
She then checked the rear and said, "and he's poopy!"
"Time to make up for three days of diapering!" Cindy said. Both
of my sisters led me back into my bedroom and had me lie down on my
changing pad. Lisa brought out an unprecedented quadruple stack of
Thickies diapers and Cindy had the pins ready. Cindy removed my
disposable diaper and wiped up the mess, returning my butt to a
spotless state. Lisa then sprinkled powder all over my butt and my
balls, coating them in a solid layer of powder, with several skiffs of
the powder clinging to my rigid, upright dick.
Both Lisa and Cindy worked together as a team as they pinned on
the four Thickies diapers one diaper at a time. I felt their hands
working at a feverish pace on both sides of me as diaper pins kept
going into my diapers, each pin increasing the difficulty that would be
presented when it came time to remove my diapers. I looked at the first
diaper and saw a solid cluster of diaper pins running up each side of
me with several pins overlapping each other.
"We missed diapering you, Chris," Lisa said.
"So I can tell," I said.
"How many pins did you stick in?" Lisa asked Cindy.
"I lost count at 15," Cindy replied.
"I made it to 20 before I lost track," Lisa said.
"Here comes the second diaper," Lisa said as she wrapped it
around my first diaper. It, too, was equally heavily pinned on. My
sisters were determined to use absolutely every diaper pin in the box,
and by the time they did, the diaper pin box was nearly empty. They had
me put on one of my Thickies T-shirts and then they used the remaining
pins, about twenty of them, to fasten my shirt to my diapers. My
diapers were so thick that I couldn't even wear any plastic pants over
them. The diapers could absorb a lot of pee before soaking through to
the outside, so I was okay without the plastic pants for awhile anyway.
Lisa and Cindy stood back and giggled as they looked me sitting
there on my changing pad with my legs forced so widely apart by the
quadruple set of Thickies. I knew I couldn't walk in such huge diapers,
so I ended up crawling, just like a baby.
"I must say that I think we have reached the upper limit on his
diapers," Lisa remarked.
Lisa and Cindy left the room and closed the door, knowing that I
would probably want to jack off after getting diapered up so much. I
did just this. I didn't even need to massage the front of my diapers. I
just scooted back and forth on the changing pad. The volume of the
diapers and the force they exerted on my dick as I scooted back and
forth was enough to bring me to cum. I was on the verge of ejaculating
as it was just from thinking about being so heavily pinned into four
Thickies diapers.
The rest of the evening went without much incident. Dad came home
from his day out on the golf course, and fortunately he had a good game
and was in a good mood. Dad was taken aback by the extreme diapering
job that Lisa and Cindy did on me.
"Is there a boy underneath all those diapers?" my Dad asked me
while he reached down and touched my crotch to feel all the diapers
that I had on.
"Definitely still a boy when we changed him," Lisa said,
referring to my huge erection that I had at the time of my extreme
diaper change.
My Dad sat down in the living room to cool off by the air
conditioner. I told him about my time in California while he and I both
enjoyed some fruit punch that Cindy just made. My dad congratulated me
on my fame that was yet to materialize.
"I must say they selected the right boy to represent the world's
thickest diapers," my Dad said to me. I had to agree with him on this.
FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 70
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The dog days of summer were in full swing and in less than a
month Tony and I would be going into junior high, so we wanted to make
the best of what remained of the summer. Our big moment in the
spotlight was behind us now, although the rest of the world had yet to
see it. Now Tony and I had a goal to establish a D.B.A. chapter in the
Boise area and this is how we planned to finish out our summer.
We wanted to get started as soon as possible, so I invited Tony
over to my house the following Sunday morning to join my family in
eating a home-cooked breakfast. Tony had ridden his bike over to my
house in just his diaper and a shirt. After Tony and I ate as much as
we could, we went out to the patio and got down to business. We pulled
our chairs right up to each other so that we could both read through
the materials that were given to help us start our club. We had brought
back with us a large binder that fully spelled out the rules and
guidelines of the D.B.A. club. I went into my room to get the binder
and then I sat back down next to Tony. I set the spine of the binder
down in the tight space between mine and Tony's adjoining thighs and
then opened it up. We both read through the materials together.
The first pages of the binder included a bunch of background
information on how the club was started in California and what its
goals were, the mission statement, the club's purpose, code of ethical
standards, etc. Next, it covered details on how to run the club, how
and when to organize meetings, what activities to do, how much to
collect in dues, and a number of other guidelines to assist in
establishing and maintaining a successful group. Much of how the club
would be run was to be up to the Club Director's decision. The
strictest guidelines pertained to membership qualifications to be a
Club Director. There were only three basic criteria that were listed,
along with a detailed explanation of the reasons for the criteria. The
text is abbreviated from what appeared in the binder, but below is a
general overview of what each of the requirements were:
1. All Club Directors and Members must be boys. No girls are allowed to
be Club Directors or Members. As interest in this organization
mostly comes from boys we feel that girls who wear diapers would be
out of place as members of the club and would not be comfortable in
such a setting. Girls may attend meetings and provide assistance in
club activities, however. A separate group for girls will be
established in the future if there s enough interest to warrant it.
2. Members be at least five years of age and no more than seventeen.
Club Directors must be at least twelve years of age and no more than
seventeen. Members who are ages nine to eleven may be Club Directors
with parental supervision. This group is run by kids and is for
kids. A Member who turns eighteen must relinquish his membership,
but he may continue to serve as an Adult Mentor and volunteer his
assistance and services when and where needed (i.e. transportation.)
A Club Director or Assistant Club Director who turns eighteen will
receive Club Director Emeritus status, provided he has had at least
a six-month tenure of being a Club Director. He must hand over his
position as a Club Director to a younger Member of his chapter,
either by appointment or by a vote of the members.
3. Club Directors must wear diapers at *all* times, including school.
Part-time diaper-wearers, including those who only need to wear
nighttime wetting protection, are not eligible to become Club
Directors. Therefore, all Club Directors must use their diapers for
both urine and bowel movements at all times, no exceptions. We feel
that our organization will be best represented at its top levels by
full-time diaper-wearers. Part-time diaper-wearers are still
eligible to become Members, but are encouraged to use their diapers
as much as possible for both for urination and bowel movements. A
Member who is interested in becoming a Club Director who isn't a
current full-time diaper wearer may become a Club Director upon
signing an agreement which states that he will now and forever
abdicate his parental declaration of being toilet trained and must
never again use a toilet. Any Club Director who is found to be using
a toilet and is reported will lose his status as Director and will
be suspended from this position for a minimum of three months.
Regular Members who have no intentions of becoming Directors may
also voluntarily sign the toilet-training declaration waiver if they
so choose.
The first requirement was easy enough and Tony and I didn't have
a problem with having a boys-only diaper club, especially as we felt
that diapers were a boys' thing anyway. Had the club been established
to either allow or require girl membership, I don't think Tony or I
would have wanted to start our own D.B.A. chapter. The second
stipulation involving an age limit was also okay with us. Tony and I
had about another five and a half years or so to be in the club before
moving on and turning the helm over to someone else. We also liked that
we'd still be recognized as emeritus members once we became adults.
The third requirement sounded good to Tony and I, but we both
agreed that it was rather restrictive and would shut out a lot of
potential directors since not all boys wear diapers all the time and
some only wear them to pee in. On the other hand, the idea behind the
club was to support and encourage the use of diapers as an alternative
to using toilets, as well as to help those who have no choice but to
use diapers all the time. As for rescinding a director's status for
using the toilet, I didn't think this was likely to happen to anyone. I
wouldn't have the heart to turn in a fellow director who was caught
using a toilet, but I would talk to him about it.
The booklet covered a number of other details, such as a list of
violations that could terminate one's membership. There was the
expected list of rules that pertained to courtesy and respect for one
another. There was an entire section on being pacifist advocates, to
not engage in militant activities. I could just see the headlines now:
"Diaper-wearing advocacy group pickets, protests day care center--
members say forcing toilet training on kids is wrong."
Other violations were more specific to wearing diapers. One such
violation that called for immediate removal from the club would be if
any member were found to be acting in an unethical manner, such as
coercing kids who don't wish to wear diapers into trying them after
refusing.
Another violation that caught my attention was that any boy who
dressed or acted in an effeminate manner (being defined as a boy who
wore pink diapers, plastic pants, dresses or any patently girlish
attire) would immediately be ejected from the group permanently with no
option to appeal. I was quite surprised to read that, according to the
information, there were some boys who feel that wearing diapers gave
them a sense of feeling girlish. Tony and I about puked on the mere
thought of this as it tarnished my perception on how diapers were so
exclusively boyish to me. Tony and I both agreed vehemently that we
would not have any of this in our club whatsoever. It just seemed so
out of place. I tried to delete the visual of this activity from my
mind.
Other portions of the booklet included listing the duties and
responsibilities of the Club Director and the Assistant Club Director.
It also included provisions for ousting a Director in the event that
his conduct called for it. Hopefully this would never happen to Tony or
me.
After Tony and I had been reading through the binder for about
twenty minutes Lisa came out to the patio to find out what we were
doing.
"We're starting a diaper club," I told her.
"A diaper club!" Lisa said. "How cute! I'm surprised that you
didn't come up with something like this before, being that you're so
much into your diapers, Chris. When did you come up with this idea?"
"It's not my idea," I said. "It's something that they told us
about in California, and Tony and I decided to start a diaper club here
in Boise."
"So what's this that you're reading?" Lisa asked.
"It's all the information about the club," I said. Lisa picked it
up off of mine and Tony's laps.
"Lemme see that," she said. "I thought you were just reading your
diaper stories that you and Tony wrote."
Lisa sat down on the step outside the glass door and skimmed
through the book.
"This is like, serious stuff, guys," Lisa said as she leafed
through the binder. She got to the page that listed the member
requirements.
"You must be a boy," she read. "Damn!" she added sarcastically.
"And I really wanted to join, too!"
"Read the third one," I told Lisa.
"Well, that *definitely* disqualifies me!" Lisa said. "Are we
allowed to change your diapers at your meetings?" she asked.
"It says that friends and siblings and other family members may
attend meetings as guests and may assist in diaper changes and other
duties," I said.
"Oh good!" Lisa said. "How many boys do you plan to recruit?"
"If we get all the boys who live around here that we met at
summer camp, and then maybe get some from school, then hopefully we'll
have about a dozen or so."
"That'll be fun," Lisa said. "Changing a dozen boys' dirty
diapers and wiping all their butts!"
Lisa continued to read through the binder while Tony and I
waited.
"Can we have it back now, please?" I asked Lisa.
"Just a minute," Lisa said. "Who's going to be the Director and
the Assistant Director?"
"Tony and I agreed that I would be the Director," I said.
"You mean, you guys didn't argue over that?" Lisa said.
"We discussed it on the flight coming home yesterday," I said.
"Since I'm the one who started this diaper thing, and since our house
is bigger for meetings, Tony and I agreed that it would be better for
me to be the Director. Do you agree?"
"Oh yeah, sure, sounds good to me," Lisa said. "Not that I doubt
that Tony could do it, too. I mean, both of you are over-qualified, if
anything, being the diaper freaks you two are!"
"Over-qualified?" I said. "We're boys, we wear diapers all the
time and *never* use toilets, and we're twelve years old, the minimum
age to be Directors without parental supervision. We're about as
qualified as we can get."
"Do Mom or Dad know about this yet?" Lisa asked.
"No, but we're going to talk to them about it afterwards," I
said.
"I don't know if Mom wants a bunch of boys in this house every
time you have a meeting."
"We can have them outside," I said.
"Sure, and in the middle of December when it's snowing, having
nothing to wear but diapers, how do you plan to do this? I read that
all meeting attendees must be in just their diapers and a shirt during
the meetings, not that this is anything unusual for you guys."
"I'm sure Mom will let me do it," I said. "We're only supposed
have meetings at least once a month."
"This ought to be fun!" Lisa said as she handed back the binder.
Tony and I read the rest of the binder and then we filled out the forms
to mail back to the D.B.A. central office in California. Tony and I
each filled out a form that officially designated us as Director and
Co-Director, respectively, for the first Boise-area chapter of the
D.B.A. We agreed to abide by the club's Code of Ethics and to fully
conform to its membership requirements, which of course was no problem
since both Tony and I hadn't used a toilet in almost four years. We
also answered a series of questions on a questionnaire that was pretty
much the same one that was used when Tony and I signed up to try out
the Thickies diapers.
After we finished filling out our forms and officially signing
our remaining childhood years to diaper-wearing advocacy, we went
inside to discuss the D.B.A. diaper club with Mom. I set the binder
down on the kitchen table and then went into the laundry room.
"Hey, Mom!" I said as Tony and I approached her. She was moving
some of my diapers from the washer to the dryer.
"You busy?" I asked her.
"Busy? Nah, just washing your diapers as usual," Mom said,
hinting at not only her sarcasm over the obvious answer to my question,
but also that perhaps I should start taking care of this chore myself.
"I should get another washer and dryer and put them in your room," she
added. "What did you need?"
"Well, I need to talk to you about something," I answered. "Got a
few minutes?"
"This isn't something bad, is it?" Mom asked, sounding concerned.
"No, no, not at all, Mom, this is good, very good, at least it is
for me and Tony," I assured her.
"What is it?" Mom asked, her voice now indicating that she was
merely curious.
"C'mere and sit down, I'll show you," I said to Mom. She tossed
another armful of freshly-washed wet diapers into the dryer and then
started it. She then followed Tony and me into the kitchen and we sat
down at the table where I laid the binder.
"Tony and I are interested in starting a diaper club," I opened
the discussion.
"That's nice," Mom said, not sounding too serious about it at
first. "I'm surprised you didn't think of doing something like this
sooner."
"That's what Lisa said," I commented.
"Well, Chris, the only thing you ever think about or talk about
is diapers," Mom said. I smiled as she said this. "What are you
planning to do when you get this diaper club started?"
"This explains it all right here," I said to Mom as I opened the
binder and let her read through it.
"What's this?" Mom asked, surprised that we had such materials.
"It's all about the club," I said. "Read it."
"Where did you get this?" my Mom asked. "Did you and Tony make
all this up or what?" Mom was surprised to see that the binder
contained so much information.
"No, it's a nationwide diaper club for boys that they told us
about while we were in California, and Tony and I want to start a
chapter right here in the area."
"I thought you boys were just going to start some little club of
your own," my Mom said. "This looks pretty involved, like a full-scale
organization."
"Well, it will be our own club, more or less," I said. "It's just
gonna be part of a larger organization of clubs where we all do the
same things and follow the same guidelines."
Mom examined the front cover of the binder.
"What does D.B.A. stand for?" Mom asked me.
"Diapered Boys of America," both Tony and recited in unison ever
so smoothly.
"What's this club about?" Mom asked. "It looks like some radical
advocacy group or something."
"Well, Mom, you're right. We want to let everyone know that it's
okay to wear diapers and not be a baby, that it's okay to like wearing
diapers, and, like gay people, we shouldn't have to stay in the
closet."
"The way you usually smell Chris, you'd suffocate if you kept
yourself in the closet all the time," Mom quipped.
"I hope you know I'm serious about this, Mom," I said.
"I'm pretty sure you are, Chris," my Mom said. "I just think it
sounds a little extreme from what I'm reading here."
"That's why I want to do it," I said to Mom. "I'm an extremist
when it comes to diapers."
Mom continued to read through some of the pages. I directed her
to the portions that I wanted her to see. After a couple minutes of
silence from my Mom I was beginning to wonder if she would let me start
the club or not.
"Well?" I said to Mom. "What do you think? Can I do it?"
"If you want to do this, Chris, that's up to you," my Mom said,
sounding like she had some reservations, but at the same time resigning
herself to accepting the fact that I was, in fact, a diaper extremist
who was willing to dedicate my time to such a club. "It's sure a lot
better than seeing you join up with some gang, not that I ever thought
you would. Go ahead, Chris. I know it's want you want to do more than
anything else."
"Thank you, Mom, I love you!" I said as I jumped up and gave Mom
a hug.
"Just remember that schoolwork and chores always come first," Mom
said.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, agreeing to keep up my end of
the bargain.
"You must get at least a C in every class, preferably Bs," Mom
added. "If not, no club, got it?"
"Absolutely," I assured my Mom. "This means a lot to me, Mom, it
really does."
While this stipulation would present a challenge for some of my
lesser-liked subjects, if it meant being allowed to maintain a diaper
club, it was damn well worth it.
"What about the meetings?" I asked Mom, since this was the area I
was most concerned about getting my Mom's approval.
"Why, how many members do you think you'll get?" Mom asked, still
sounding skeptical to the idea.
"Well, Tony and I make two, Bryce and Derek make four, so we'll
have at least that many to start off with," I answered. "We'll get a
hold of some of the boys from summer camp, and then maybe some kids at
school will want to join, too. We're hoping for a dozen or so members."
"A dozen diapered boys in my house," Mom said. "Time to stock up
on air fresheners." Tony and I both chuckled at this. At least this
comment indicated that Mom was warming up to the idea somewhat. Mom was
being facetious, but I wanted a real answer from her.
"Seriously, Mom, what about the meetings? I just want to make
sure it's okay to have them here."
"When will you hold your meetings?" Mom asked.
"We'll have them on the first Saturday of every month, maybe
every other Saturday after things get going more," I told Mom. She
paused for a moment.
"Since it's just four of you boys in it for now, we'll see how
things go then," Mom said. "We may have to make some arrangements if
your little diaper club gets too big."
"So you're really going to let me do this?" I asked my Mom.
"I know I couldn't stop you from doing it, Chris," Mom said.
"Personally, I think you're obsessed with your diaper fetish, but we
and the rest of the family have come to accept this about you, Chris,
so we won't interfere with whatever you want to do to satisfy these
feelings. Your father and I both acknowledge that we gave into your
diaper fetish by forcing you to wear diapers before realizing that this
was what you really wanted in spite of what we were hoping to
accomplish otherwise. I would rather you do whatever makes you happy--
and I know that diapers do just that for you-- so as long as you can
have fun with other boys who enjoy wearing diapers like you, fine. As
long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself. I'd much rather you be
addicted to diapers than to drugs."
That was a little more of an answer than I was counting on, but
it was good to know that my involvement in running a diaper club would
not create any friction between my family and I. I was still concerned
about my Dad's opinion of this.
"What do you think Dad will say?" I asked my Mom.
"I'm going to go talk to him about it," my Mom said. She then
went outside where my Dad was working. A few minutes later my Dad
called Tony and me out to the garage where he was working. Actually, my
Dad was out front. Both Tony and I stood in the driveway in just our
diapers. As expected, the other kids in the neighborhood were staring
at our diapered butts, blindingly white and gleaming in the midday
August sun.
"I understand you boys want to start some sort of diaper club,"
Dad said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
"Yeah, we do, Dad," I said nervously, fearing Dad's disapproval.
"Your mother showed this to me," Dad said, holding the binder in
his hands. "I can't believe there are clubs like this!"
"There are, and Tony and I want to be a part of it," I said.
"I'm telling you, Brenda, the boy's obsessed with his diapers,"
my Dad said.
"I know, Robert, but at least he's not doing drugs, let's count
our blessings."
"Let the boy have his diaper club," my Dad said as he handed back
the binder without discussing it any further.
"Thanks, Dad," I said to him. Tony and I high-fived each other.
"Just don't fall behind on your schoolwork, understand?"
"Yes, Dad," I said.
"Let's get this thing started!" I said as Tony and I both danced
around the front yard excitedly. We both chanted, "We're starting a
diaper club! We're starting a diaper club!"
"Let's go over to Derek's house!" Tony suggested. Wearing just
our diapers, Tony and I walked across the front yard and then we went
to Derek's house next door. Jennie greeted us at the door and invited
us in and led us out to the back yard. Derek and Steven were both
playing catch. Each of them was quite heavily diapered, wearing only
their massive diapers and T-shirts.
"Hey Derek!" I hollered at him.
"You're back!" Derek shouted as he and Steven came waddling up to
Tony and me. Jennie laughed as she watched her brothers try to walk
normally in the thick diapers. Tony and I told Derek about all the fun
we had in California. After we talked about this for a few minutes we
showed Derek the binder for the D.B.A. club and told him about it. We
informed him of the strict requirements that he remain in diapers fully
one hundred percent of the time, including school. We didn't tell him
that this requirement applied just to Directors, though.
"How long is your Mom keeping you in diapers?" I asked Derek.
"She didn't say," Derek said. "But I hope she never takes them
away."
"As much as she spent on your diapers at Kidz Klothez, I'd say
you're in it for the long haul," I told Derek. "Wear them long enough,
and soon you'll need them like Tony and I do."
Derek sounded pretty excited about coming to the meetings and
getting together with all the other boys whom we hoped would become
members. After asking Tony and me a couple more questions he agreed to
join the club.
"Yes!" Tony and I shouted together. We watched Derek sign his
name to the form (in red crayon), agreeing to forsake now and forever,
any and all previous parental obligations and expectations to use a
toilet for urinary and fecal elimination. As Derek was destined to be
in diapers indefinitely as it was, he was easily qualified to become a
club member and maybe a Director in a few years.
Next we handed Derek a questionnaire form, which he also filled
out in red crayon. We helped him with some of the questions. When he
signed the form (which of course he printed his name) we declared him
as a member.
"Welcome to the club, Derek," I said. Tony and I each shook his
hand.
"Can Steven be in the club, too?" Derek asked.
"He can when he's five," I said. "Hopefully he won't be toilet
trained by then."
"I don't think he will," Derek said. "My Mom said she isn't going
to try making him use the potty anymore, and he told me he likes to be
in diapers."
"Excellent!" I exclaimed. "When's his birthday?" I asked.
"November the sixth," Derek said.
"Well, then we'll remember to get him entered into the club
then," I said.
"Hey, that's one of our meeting days!" Tony exclaimed. He had
written down all the dates of the upcoming meetings and November 6 was
one of them listed.
"Should I tell my Mom about this?" Derek asked.
"If you want to," I said to Derek. "It's not like it's some
secret club, and since your Mom already makes you wear diapers it won't
be any problem for you to be in the club."
After we talked about the club some more we went out to the
living room and Derek told his Mom that Derek joined our diaper club.
"That's nice," his mother said, sounding indifferent. "You're in
diapers forever as far as I'm concerned, so you might as well make the
best of it."
Derek's Mom didn't seem to think much of the club and she didn't
know of its soon-to-be nationwide scope or how much it had been
established already. Tony and I figured that she didn't need to know
the details of the club, and whenever Derek came over to attend
meetings his Mom would just think he was going over to play.
After Tony and I left Derek's house we decided to go to Bryce's
house and get him signed up. I called Bryce to find out if he was home
and if it would be okay for us to visit. Gina answered when I called.
"Is Bryce there?" I asked her.
"Yeah, he is. Mom's changing his diapers now. Is this Chris?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Is Cindy there?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Good, let me talk to her! I have to tell her something! I was
gonna call her."
"Well, I have something to tell Bryce, too," I said.
"I betcha mine's more important than yours!" Gina said.
"Shit," I muttered impatiently as I pulled the phone away from my
mouth. Tony snickered as he watched me roll my eyes. He knew what I was
having to put up with right now.
"Why? What do you want to talk to Cindy about?" I asked."
"Boys," she said. "What do you want to talk to Bryce about?"
"Boys," I replied.
"Diaper boys, I'm sure," Gina said. "The boys I want to talk
about don't wear diapers. In fact, they don't wear much at all."
Dammit, I hated it when Gina answered. I was losing my patience.
I slapped my hand on the kitchen counter.
"Can I please talk to Bryce first?" I huffed and sighed.
"Oh, I guess," Gina said, just to tease me. She then gave the
phone to Bryce. He answered it and talked to me while his Mom was still
busy changing him.
"I gotta show you something!" I said to Bryce. "Can I come over
and let you see it?"
"What is it?" Bryce asked.
"It's a surprise," I said. "You'll have to see it," I told him.
"Okay, sure, come on over," he said.
Gina then grabbed the phone after Bryce said goodbye.
"Now can I talk to Cindy?" she asked me.
"I'll go get her," I said. I hollered for Cindy, who was in the
bathroom. I told her that Gina was on the phone.
"I'll be right out!" Cindy hollered.
"She's in the bathroom," I said.
"So?" Gina said. "Bryce was in the bathroom-- well, you know,
sort of, getting a diaper change-- when you called, and I didn't make
you wait, Chris."
Cindy came out of the bathroom a moment later. I handed her the
phone. Tony and I then took off and headed to Bryce's house on our
bikes. We rode all the way across the neighborhood wearing just our
diapers and our shirts. As it was a hot day, lots of kids were playing
outside and most of them observed our very conspicuous and prominent
diapered behinds sticking up as we hauled diaper-ass going over to
Bryce's house.
Several minutes later we arrived at Bryce's house. Gina greeted
us at the door. She was in a very skimpy, butt-revealing bikini.
Bryce's parents were out for the day.
"You boys don't *ever* wear pants anymore, do you?" Gina said to
us, noting our big diapers, especially mine.
"You're not exactly well-dressed, either," I commented. She
turned around and I could see the top of her butt crack. "At least my
bare butt isn't showing."
"My butt isn't covered in shit ninety-nine percent of the time,
either. In fact, it never is," Gina remarked as she invited us in. "You
actually rode your bikes all the way over here like that?"
"If we wore any shorts everyone would have still seen our diapers
anyway," I said.
"Whatever," Gina said. We walked through the house and went out
to the back yard where Bryce was playing with his Hot Wheels cars.
"Hey guys!" Bryce said. His gleaming white diaper appeared to be
freshly changed as I could see residual skiffs of baby powder on his
inner thighs just outside of his bulging diapers. We told Bryce all
about the Thickies photo shoot and all the fun we had doing it.
"So that was the surprise?" Bryce said. "I knew about that."
"No, no, this is the surprise," I said as I presented to Bryce
the D.B.A. diaper club binder. I explained it to him and told him about
all the fun things we would be doing in the club. I knew he would
easily meet the qualification standards as he was also far removed from
ever using a toilet again. It didn't take long for him to agree to sign
up and become a member. He filled out the application, the
questionnaire, and of course, the waiver to renounce any declaration of
being toilet trained he may have once had.
Gina came out to the back yard to suntan herself. While she was
out there she came over to the dirt pit where Bryce was playing to find
out what we were doing.
"A diaper club, sheesh! It figures!" Gina said before going back
out into the yard. Cindy showed up a short time later and joined Gina
on the lawn. Bryce, Tony and I minded our own business as we played in
the dirt pile, oblivious to nature's call as we all wet and messed our
diapers and continued playing. We had a good time and played for
awhile. Then, two teenage boys showed up unexpectedly. Cindy came over
to us and asked us if we could leave.
"Why? Who are these guys?" I asked.
"Just some friends," Cindy said. "We'd like it if you boys could
leave."
"But we were here first," I said.
"Well, now it's our turn to have the back yard," Cindy argued
back.
"Fuck it, let's leave," I told Tony and Bryce, rather than get
into a pointless argument with Cindy.
"Check it out, they're in diapers, man!" I heard one of the boys
say as he pointed.
"That's my brother, Bryce," Gina said as she pointed to him.
"The blonde one's my brother and the black-haired one is his
friend," Cindy said as she brought the boy over to us. "Chris, this is
Adam, Adam, this is my brother Chris."
"Pleased to meet you, guy," the kid said as he shook my hand. I
could tell from the position of his eyes that he was looking at my
diapers. He was introduced to Tony and Bryce as well.
"Never seen anyone your age in diapers before," Adam said.
"Well, now you have," I replied as Tony, Bryce and I left and
headed back to my house. If Tony and I and the other club members did
our work right, hopefully people like Adam would see a lot more of us
older boys in diapers and get over the assumption that diapers are for
babies only.
Forever In Diapers, Parts 71-80