FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 71
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	A couple weeks before school started Lisa took Cindy and I to the 
junior high school so that each of us could register for our classes. 
Lisa also had her own registration at the high school that same day. I 
had been to the junior school a number of times before. I went there 
last spring when we had orientation and I had also been there a number 
of times before with my family to watch Lisa and Cindy play soccer and 
to sing in the choir.
	Lisa diapered me up plentifully that morning, using two Thickies 
diapers on me on top of several of my old diapers. This was nothing 
abnormal, of course, and it usually didn't matter how many diapers I 
had on since I hardly ever needed or wanted to wear anything over them. 
Today, however, I didn't want to be diapered quite so conspicuously.
	"We have school registration today, Lisa," I reminded her as I 
watched her spread out the first of the two Thickies diapers.
	"I know that," she said nonchalantly as she patted the bare 
underside of my thigh, prompting me to lift my butt. I hesitated.
	"I have to wear some *shorts* over these diapers, you know," I 
remarked.
	"I don't see why, since you go everywhere else without anything 
over your diapers," Lisa said. "It doesn't surprise me that you now 
ride your bike around the neighborhood in your diapers."
	"Yeah, but I can't go to the school without shorts on," I said 
vehemently.
	"What difference will it make?" Lisa said. "Everyone who already 
knows you from elementary school knows you wear diapers, anyway, and 
those who don't know you yet will find out soon enough, so you might as 
well get it over with and let them see your diapers."
	"At least let me wear some shorts," I said.
	"Come on, Chris, lift your butt up so I can pin your next diaper 
on," Lisa said. I gave in and let her put on the first Thickies diaper.
	"Just let me wear some shorts, okay?" I pleaded while I watched 
her pin up the Thickies.
	"What about your new diaper club, Chris?" Lisa said as she got 
out the second Thickies diaper. "Don't you want to let everyone there 
know that you like to wear diapers and maybe attract some new members, 
too?"
	"Well, yeah, but I'm not going to flaunt it at school 
registration!" I said.
	"Lift your butt again," Lisa prompted me, this time patting my 
already super thick diapers.
	"I can't go to school registration diapered like this!" I said in 
spite of my yielding to Lisa as she pinned up the second Thickies 
diaper.
	"Sure you can, and you are," Lisa said firmly.
	"Fine, just let me wear some damn shorts," I said as I resigned 
myself to wearing such heavy diapers in front of dozens of classmates, 
many of whom had yet to find out who I am.
	"Oh come on, Chris," Lisa said. "You didn't really think I was 
expecting you to wear just your diapers at class registration, did 
you?"
	"I don't put anything past you and Cindy," I said.
	"So, you would have done it?" Lisa asked me.
	"No," I said firmly.
	"Well, Chris, Cindy and I don't put anything past you, either," 
Lisa replied back. "Now that you're starting this diaper club, we're 
wondering what's next? Declare potty training illegal for boys?"
	"Now there's a thought," I smiled. "Make it a capital offense!"
	"The way Mom and Dad handled your potty training, it should be," 
Lisa said. "That was borderline abuse!"
	"Don't remind me," I said as I recalled ever so vividly the 
nonstop yelling and frequent spanking I received for refusing to use 
the toilet.
	"That's why I want to start the diaper club," I stated. The more 
I thought about the horror that my parents put me through over potty 
training, the more determined I felt to promote the diaper club and the 
idea that diapers are not just for babies, but should be considered as 
a lifelong bodily-waste-eliminating alternative, for boys, that is.
	Lisa finished pinning the second Thickies diaper on. For needing 
to wear shorts over these, I sure had a lot of diapers on.
	"Do you even have any shorts for me that will fit over these big 
diapers?" I asked Lisa as I looked down at my crotch and examine the 
huge diapers wedged in between my legs.
	"Of course, Chris," Lisa said. "I have some cutoff Levi's from a 
couple butt sizes ago. Or, I can keep diapering you until you'll need 
some shorts in my size."
	"This is thick enough," I said as I ran my hands over my thick 
diapers to ascertain their magnitude. "For school registration, of 
course," I added.
	Lisa then went to her bedroom and retrieved a pair of her old 
jeans cutoffs. Fortunately for me Lisa wore pants that were appropriate 
for either a boy or a girl. No way in hell would I have worn them had 
they been Guess? jeans or anything else that was patently girlish. I'd 
go to registration in diapers, or naked, before doing that!
	"Here, try these on," Lisa said as she tossed the shorts to me 
after she examined the size label on the back. Before I picked them up 
I looked at the waist size, which read "38." I couldn't believe that my 
diapers could add an entire twelve inches to the circumference of my 
waist! Lisa, incidentally was now up to 44 inches, as the cutoffs she 
had on now indicated.
	I put the shorts on and they were still too tight to allow the 
button fly to fasten all the way. I had to leave the last two buttons 
in the fly, plus the top button undone.
	"Got anything bigger?" I asked Lisa.
	"That's all I could find," Lisa said.
	Not only were they tight, they were also cut so short that the 
leg openings went up past my diapers, exposing them from the bottom. It 
didn't help that there was a hole in the seat between the center seam 
and the pocket, thereby exposing even more of the surface of my 
diapers.
	"You ready, Chris?" Lisa asked me, seeing that I was looking down 
at my borrowed shorts and examining them. As I was sitting on the floor 
I noticed now my diapers poked out from both sides of the crotch. There 
was hardly any point wearing the shorts other than for decency 
purposes.
	I went out to the car and sat in the back seat while Lisa and 
Cindy took the front. Cindy told me about her first days at junior high 
on the way and Lisa recounted her experiences, too.
	"The kids are brutal in junior high, let me warn you," Lisa said. 
"Every day I was teased about being so big, so I'd get used to it, and 
they are going to tease you about your diapers."
	"They already do," I said.
	"It's ten times as bad in junior high, especially when you're a 
seventh grader."
	Minutes later we pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the 
car and was quickly reminded of how much my thick diapers encumbered my 
ability to walk. I couldn't avoid having to waddle. I wasn't used to 
walking such a distance in such thick diapers. I knew I would draw 
attention from the other kids and their parents who were going in and 
coming out of the building.
	We went inside the building where several kids were lined up with 
their parents getting ready to receive their class schedules. Lisa and 
Cindy stood with me as I took my place in the seventh grade line. I 
looked around and recognized a few classmates, but the unfamiliar faces 
outnumbered the familiar faces.
	It wasn't long before the diaper jokes and comments surfaced. The 
kids behind us were quick to notice my diapers showing both above and 
below my shorts. I heard him whisper to his Mom.
	"That kid in front of us has diapers on!" I heard him say. His 
little brother and sister were both giggling, too. Their mother stifled 
them and scolded them. A lot of kids who knew me made remarks, but 
their parents' presence kept most of them from saying much more than 
calling me a couple of mild names. Even if the kids kept quiet about it 
I could tell that most of them were staring, not that it was hard to 
miss seeing my shorts bulging out the way they did from my body.
	My fees were paid by a blank check which my Mom had given to 
Lisa. Next it was time for me to pick up my class schedule. After we 
were finished we caught up with Cindy, who decided to look at the 
trophy cabinets out of boredom while waiting for us.
	"Let me look at your schedule," Lisa said. "I want to see who 
your teachers are." With this I let her look it over. She read off the 
classes and the names. She told me about the teachers that she either 
had herself or had known about. Cindy looked at it as well. Here is how 
my classes were listed:

PERIOD  BEGIN     END      COURSE NAME           INSTRUCTOR
1st      8:00 AM  8:45 AM  English               Steck
2nd      8:50 AM  9:35 AM  Social Studies        Mathers
Break    9:35 AM  9:50 AM
3rd      9:50 AM 10:35 AM  Mathematics           Reiner
4th     10:40 AM 11:25 AM  Boys Phys. Ed.        Brown
5th     11:30 AM 12:15 PM  Reading               Eastman
Lunch   12:15 PM 12:55 PM
6th     12:55 PM  1:40 PM  Life Science          Watson
7th      1:45 PM  2:30 PM  Drawing/Painting      Wilson

	"Uh oh," Cindy said.
	"What?" I asked. "What's 'Uh oh?'"
	"You have Mr. Brown for P.E.," Cindy replied.
	"Okay, so what's he like?" I asked, wondering why this was such a 
big concern.
	"He's the meanest, dirtiest, filthiest, rottenest, most arrogant, 
most insulting, berating, and most demanding and condescending asshole 
shithead of a teacher ever known!" Cindy said. "Everybody hates him! I 
mean everybody!"
	"Yeah, unless you're a football player with a piss-poor attitude 
towards nerds, geeks, dweebs, wusses, and wimps, then he likes you," 
Lisa added. While Lisa and Cindy were kind enough not to say it, I knew 
that I would fall into the "wimp" category and thus not meet Mr. 
Brown's approval.
	"I can only imagine what he would think of you wearing diapers," 
Lisa said. "I just thought I'd warn you, let you know what you're in 
for."
	"Thanks," I said as I thought about what problems I would face in 
P.E. class. A knot formed in my stomach at the prospect of this. I was 
already apprehensive about the class as it was and I wished I didn't 
have to take it in the first place, but it was part of the required 
seventh grade curriculum. Mom even tried to see if I could be exempted 
from the class on account of my wearing diapers. The school did not 
allow for this and they even stated that the kids who wear diapers are 
placed into the same class whenever possible. I just hoped that Tony 
would be in my class, too.
	Later in the afternoon Tony came over to my house. Lisa had gone 
to her pizza job and Cindy was out babysitting. Tony and I compared our 
class schedules. We had two classes together, math and P.E. I told Tony 
what I had heard about Mr. Brown. Both of us were dreading the class 
enough as it was, being that neither of us excelled in athletics, to 
say the least, and that our diapers would undoubtedly draw a great deal 
of attention in the locker room. Add to this a reputed asshole of a 
teacher and we were doomed to fail this class.
	Afterwards Tony and I decided to contact the boys we met at 
summer camp from whom we were able to get phone numbers or mailing 
addresses. We had Nathan's phone number, although we had never called 
him over the summer. If nothing else, it would be good just to find out 
how his summer had been going.
	We also had Aaron's phone number and I felt I owed him a call so 
he wouldn't think I forgot about him. I especially hoped to get him to 
join the diaper club since he was so much like myself, obsessed with 
wearing super thick cloth diapers in which their placement upon his 
body was administered primarily by his sister. He was definitely a good 
candidate for joining the club.
	I decided to call Aaron first. I felt nervous as I wasn't sure if 
he would even be home or still at the number he gave me, for that 
matter. After I dialed and waited a couple rings his sister answered.
	"Yeah, is Aaron there?" I asked.
	"Who is this?" she asked.
	"Tell him I'm Chris, from summer camp," I said. She set the 
receiver down and then, a couple minutes later, Aaron answered.
	"Hello?" he said.
	"Aaron! This is Chris!" I said.
	"Chris! It's you! I'm so glad you called!" he clamored excitedly. 
"I lost your number or I would have called," he apologized. I told him 
not to worry about it. We talked about our summers and I told him about 
our experiences with the diaper ad photo shoots in California. Tony and 
I took both took turns talking to Aaron. We didn't have a speakerphone, 
so this was all we could do. We went into my bedroom and spoke to him 
on the cordless phone.
	Aaron told us about how much he really enjoyed wearing Thickies 
diapers and how much his sister enjoyed pinning them on him and leaving 
him in his Thickies all day long. He also told us that he was doing a 
summer-long diapers-only marathon, having worn only diapers since he 
shed his shorts at summer camp. As he told me about these episodes I 
developed a strong erection and I rubbed the front of my diapers to 
satisfy these feelings. Tony watched me as I masturbated through my 
diapers in front of him. He smiled as he knew I was very much enjoying 
myself. In the midst of this activity I dropped the phone.
	"That good, eh?" Tony remarked while I was picking up the phone.
	"Not your average, everyday phone sex," I said as I smiled at 
Tony. He returned a curious grin. "Not that I've ever called any of 
those numbers, of course," I added.
	"Sorry, I dropped the phone," I explained to Aaron.
	"What did you say about phone sex?" he asked me. I felt a little 
embarrassed to explain it to Aaron since I had only known him through 
summer camp and hadn't spoken to him since then. Nevertheless, I told 
him that I was getting off on his telling me about getting diapered in 
Thickies by his sister.
	"Wanna hear more?" he asked me, now knowing that I was enjoying 
his story enough to be worthy of jacking off to.
	"Sure," I said. At this point I held the phone and listened to 
Aaron describe his summer-long diapers-only marathon while Tony 
finished jacking me off. Aaron increased the emphasis on key words and 
phrases such as "diapers", "shit-filled" and "thick and white" as he 
heard me moan and groan. Tony was jacking himself off at the same time, 
getting off on getting me off. Within another minute I came in my 
diapers. I let Tony rub me a few more times before I asked him to stop 
when my penis became very tender and sensitive. I then handed the phone 
to Tony so that Aaron could help Tony to ejaculate. I felt Tony's stiff 
dick through his diaper, which was very wet, and I stroked it 
vigorously. It didn't take long for him to come, either.
	Aaron had just turned eleven and he wasn't old enough to come 
yet. Having no brothers and not being able to trust anyone else he knew 
to talk about sex, including his father, he asked me what it feels like 
when you get old enough to play with yourself. I told him all the 
wonderful ways it feels so good. I figured this was a good time to tell 
him about the diaper club, where he would undoubtedly become more aware 
of his sexual feelings that are brought on by wearing diapers. It was 
no surprise that he was not merely just very interested in joining, but 
quite elated to become a member. I asked him if there was any way he 
could come over so that we could discuss it in more detail as well as 
answer his questions about sex and the sexual development of boys' 
bodies.
	"Well, I can't leave the house since I don't have any pants to 
wear," Aaron told me.
	"That doesn't stop Tony and me from going out on our bikes in our 
diapers," I said. "But then, you live three miles away, too."
	Aaron added that, just to ensure that he would not cheat on his 
shooting for a record summer-long diapers-only marathon, his sister 
locked away his pants at an unknown location away from his house. I had 
to admit that he took things even farther than my own sisters did, who 
at least kept my pants at home.
	"Tell you what, we'll go over there if I can talk my sister Lisa 
into driving me over there after she gets off work at 5:00," I told 
Aaron.
	"Sounds good, I'll be here," he said. "All thickly diapered up, 
as always," he said. Over the phone I could hear him slapping his 
plastic pants.
	In the meantime we also called Nathan and talked to him for a few 
minutes. He was a little closer, but still a bit of a jaunt to go there 
on a bike. He, too, had some good stories to share. Since Tony and I 
had each spent half a day's worth of sperm on Aaron's diaper 
experiences, we weren't as inclined to jack off to Nathan's summer 
diaper stories, although they were still just as worthy of jerking off 
over.
	We told Nathan about the diaper club, and he too, was 
enthusiastic about joining. His older brother was also interested, 
being a diaper-wearer himself. With this, we were up to having seven 
boys, including Tony and myself, who were either official members or 
had pledged to join the Diaper Boys of America. We didn't arrange a 
time to visit them, but we planned to do it sometime soon.
	The rest of the boys we had contact information on-- Vic, Craig, 
Jake, and Jonny-- could only be contacted via mail. Since Jonny lived 
too far away he would never be able to attend the meetings, so that 
eliminated him. Jake and Craig also lived way across town, so we 
weren't too certain about them, either, but we decided to contact them 
anyway along with Vic. As for Billy the Bible thumper, well, asking him 
to join the diaper club would be like him asking me to come to his 
church with him. We both had two things in common, we both wore diapers 
and we both believed in God, just that each of us was far more fervent 
about one than the other and they didn't match up.
	Next, Tony and I had an errand to run in preparation for the 
upcoming orientation meeting. As part of the ceremonies to be carried 
out at the first meeting, each of the boys was to destroy either a 
real, actual toilet, or a symbol that represented a toilet or toilet 
training, as stated per club guidelines. Ultimately, I would have liked 
to get a hold of several old toilets somehow and smash them all up with 
a sledgehammer. I would watch in much delight to see several toilets 
all become reduced to a pile of pulverized porcelain pieces. Obviously 
this option was out since the membership dues to be collected were not 
nearly enough to buy several toilets. I knew where to get at least one 
toilet, all right, but my sisters and my parents still needed to use it 
and they wouldn't be too happy with me if I took the toilet out of our 
bathroom.
	Instead, I had to make due with some other representation of a 
toilet or toilet training. I wish I had some clay or porcelain models 
of toilets, or even plastic models, something like this. Even this 
would have been expensive, however, not to mention difficult to find. 
The closet at the end of the hall contained lots of memorabilia 
commemorating the failing efforts of two highly frustrated parents to 
toilet train their son, whose expectations were heightened by the early 
and successful toilet training of their two daughters born beforehand. 
Mostly, this collection of ploys used in an attempt to sucker me out of 
wearing diapers consisted of several books and a couple videos. I 
wanted to destroy the books, but this wouldn't have been right and my 
parents would never allow me to do so, even though the books brought us 
all bad memories. My Mom had reportedly destroyed a couple of the books 
herself out of exasperation, as it was. Lisa told me about this a 
couple times, which I then confirmed when I asked Mom about it.
	Tony and I decided to make photocopies from one of the toilet 
training books. We would then burn these photocopies at the meeting in 
a ceremonious fashion. I decided to use copies of the cover to the 
infamous toilet training book titled "No More Diapers". At age three I 
knew exactly what that damn book was for and I cried every time Mom or 
Dad got it out and tried to read it to me. I put up such a fuss and 
screamed at them, "I don't wanna use the potty!!!" What terrible 
memories that book brought me, along with all others! I now took great 
pleasure in reminiscing upon my resistance and my steadfast refusal to 
be suckered into giving up my diapers.
	Since Tony had his shorts available to him I gave him some money 
to run down to the supermarket and run off a couple dozen copies of the 
book cover. He slipped his shorts on over his sodden diaper and left. 
He returned several minutes later with twenty copies, which we decided 
would probably be enough for now.
	For the rest of the afternoon Tony and I sat at the computer and 
worked together as we wrote a letter to send out to the other boys, 
hoping that they would respond and would want to join the club. We 
printed out copies of the letter and dropped them in envelopes and 
raided a few stamps from Mom's supply. Then in just our diapered 
attire, Tony and I both hopped on our bikes and rode down to the 
mailbox on the corner and dropped off the letters. Our being in diapers 
nearly caused a wreck as one driver couldn't help but gawk. Next it was 
back to the house to cool off and wait for Lisa to get home from work.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 72
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	It was about 5:20 when Lisa came home from her job at the pizza 
parlor. From the way she looked when she came in the door it didn't 
look like she was in a good mood. This wasn't good for Tony and me as 
she probably wasn't up to driving us over to Aaron's house.
	"What's wrong?" I asked Lisa asked she threw down the visor that 
they had her wear while on the job.
	"Shut up, shit-butt!" she said.
	"Sorry, I just asked what was wrong," I said.
	"You'll find out when you start working for the public!" Lisa 
said. She went into the bathroom and then into her room to change back 
into her regular clothes. She grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and 
then sat down and brushed her long hair back as she clicked on the 
television to watch a rerun of "Full House."
	Tony and I sat there silently, wondering if or when to ask Lisa 
to drive us over to Aaron's house. At the commercial break she knew I 
wanted to ask her something as I was looking at her.
	"What? What do you want. Chris? If you need a diaper change-- and 
I can tell you do-- then just wait and I'll do it," she said. Had Cindy 
been there she would have likely passed us off to her. "I just need a 
few minutes to de-stress."
	"Is that what was wrong?" I asked Lisa.
	"Yeah, right before I left these stupid idiots come in and order 
and forget to tell me that they have coupons and then yell in my 
fucking face when I charge them full price, like it's my fault they had 
their heads up their ass! Then they argued over the amount they should 
get off, and then I argued back at them over it, then my manager 
bitched me out for this and said to 'always treat the customer like 
they're right.' Bullshit! I'm beginning to hate that job, but I need to 
save and get my own car."
	We decided to wait until Lisa had a chance to calm down and get 
settled in before asking her. By 6:00 her show was over with and she 
was ready to change my diapers. She got up from the couch and told me 
she was ready to change me.
	I took my position on the changing pad and she began removing the 
diapers. While she was wiping up the big pile of densely compressed 
stools clinging to my butt I asked her if she would mind driving Tony 
and I someplace.
	"Look, Chris," she said as she stopped wiping me momentarily 
while holding a soiled wipe in her hand. "I want to make it clear right 
now that I am not going to be your taxi service, just because I have a 
driver's license-- especially when I get my own car. Where do you guys 
need to go, anyway?"
	"A new friend's house," I said. "Well, actually we met him at 
summer camp and then Tony and I called him today to see if he wants to 
join the club, so we wanted to go over there and show him the materials 
and stuff."
	"Oh, so you're recruiting more boys for your diaper club, eh?" 
Lisa said. "And you want me to drive you two around to everyone's 
house?"
	"Well, just this one time, maybe a couple more times, depending 
on who we get interested in it. Plee-ease?"
	"So how will all your members make it to your meetings?" Lisa 
asked. "Better hope somebody who's old enough to drive joins your 
club."
	"So, that's a no?" I asked Lisa.
	"That's a no," Lisa answered firmly as she "wrote" the letters N-
O on my shirt with her finger. "I just don't want to get involved in 
driving you guys all around," Lisa said.
	"But you like seeing all us boys in diapers and you think we all 
look cute in them. Just think of what you'll get out of it if you help 
us out."
	"I like changing you boys' diapers, and I like seeing you and 
your friends romp around in your diapers, but I'm not going to start 
picking everyone up and dropping them off every time you have a 
meeting. Your stinky butts will all make the car smell bad after 
awhile, too."
	Tony and I sighed as we realized in resignation that we would 
have to bike our way over to Aaron's house instead.
	"Mom and Dad will be home soon, anyway," Lisa said. "Ask Mom to 
drive you over there."
	A few minutes later Mom and Dad got home from work. After they 
got settled in I asked Mom if she could drive us to Aaron's house, 
explaining where it was located. In addition I explained to her that he 
was one of the boys we met at summer camp and wanted to show him the 
materials for the diaper club.
	"Can't you do it tomorrow?" Mom asked us. "You'll have all day 
then."
	"Well, I suppose we could," I said. "But we wanted to make it 
over there tonight."
	"Chris, it's three miles, maybe more," my Mom said.
	"We can handle it," I said.
	"It's not that, Chris," Mom said. "You haven't had your dinner 
yet, and by the time you get there and get talking to this boy, it'll 
be dark."
	"Okay," I sighed. "We'll do it tomorrow. Can Tony at least stay 
for dinner, too?"
	"He might as well; he's already here," my Mom said.
	After Tony called his Mom to tell her he was staying for dinner I 
called Aaron to tell him that we wouldn't be over at his house until 
tomorrow. He was disappointed, of course, but otherwise cool about 
this, and he looked forward to our arrival then. In the meantime Cindy 
had gotten home from her babysitting job and we all sat down to have 
dinner together. Afterwards Tony and I played around in the back yard 
in our diapers until the sun started to go down. Mom then ran him home.
	At about 10:00 the next morning I was ready to go to Tony's house 
and then we would both go to Aaron's. Before I left I still needed to 
get my diapers changed from the night before. Lisa had to be to work at 
11:00. She was in her work uniform, smelling of pizza, when she took me 
into my bedroom for a diaper change. Lisa brought out a big stack of 
diapers like she always did. She then diapered me up as heavily as she 
did yesterday when I went to register for school, ensuring that Aaron 
and his sister would be impressed by the amount of diapers I had on. 
She also let me wear the same pair of shorts that I had on yesterday, 
the ones that were cut so high that they exposed the bottom two inches 
of my diapered butt.
	I grabbed the D.B.A. Diaper Club binder and took along a couple 
bottles of pop and a camera to take pictures of Aaron in his diapers. I 
put all this in my backpack that I normally used for school. I headed 
straight over to Tony's house, where he joined me. We both headed out 
of the neighborhood and made the big trek across town. A couple of 
motorists passing by got a good glimpse of my diapers bulging out of 
the high cut and narrow-crotched shorts as I was riding my bike with my 
diapered butt sticking up off of the seat. A couple of them even honked 
as they went by us on the busy street.
	It took us about twenty minutes to get to Aaron's house. Aaron's 
sister answered the door. She looked to be about Cindy's age, maybe 
older, perhaps closer to Lisa's age. She had long straight hair and 
glasses. She was also dressed for the hot day that it was, which helped 
to reveal her endowments.
	"Hi guys," she said. She knew who we were just by noting how my 
diapers were sticking out of every opening all around my shorts.
	"You must be Chris and Tony," she said.
	"How'd you know?" Tony asked her.
	"His big diapers were a good clue," she said as she pointed to my 
very ineffectively concealing shorts. "Your diapers, too," she added as 
Tony's Thickies was sticking out well above his shorts.
	"I'm Diane, by the way," she said as she introduced herself and 
shook each of our hands. Given what Aaron must have already told Diane 
about the diapers that I wore, she knew that I was Chris.
	"I take it you're here to see Aaron," she said as she brushed 
back her long hair.
	"Yeah, I hope so," I said as I wiped my brow of sweat and was 
still recovering from the nonstop ride. "We only rode three miles from 
our houses to get here."
	"I'd like to know how you rode your bike all that way in those 
thick diapers," she said to me as she pulled on the belt loop of my 
shorts to expose even more of my diapers. She also slowed her speech 
down and emphasized the last two words as she said that last sentence.
	"Not that I would want to find out, for myself, of course," Diane 
added. She was just like my own two sisters, clarifying that she did 
not have any desire to wear diapers like her brother did.
	"Aaron *is* here, isn't he?" Tony asked Diane.
	"Oh yes, he's always here," Diane said with a smile. "He doesn't 
have anything to wear over his diapers, so he can never leave the house 
like you boys can."
	"Well, actually, I'm the same way, and most of the time I can't 
go anywhere, either for the same reason," I said. "At least not very 
far."
	"He had to borrow those shorts from his sister," Tony mentioned.
	"Good thing she wears shorts that a boy can wear, too," Diane 
said. "So, you're in just your diapers most of the time, too?" Diane 
asked, sounding excited.
	"As much as possible," I said. Tony nodded in agreement.
	"Good, then you boys shouldn't have any problems with our 'Dress 
Code for Boys' around here," Diane said.
	"And what would that be?" Tony asked, even though we had a good 
feeling that it would involve being in just diapers.
	"You can wear anything you want, except pants or shorts, and of 
course, you have to have diapers on, LOTS of diapers!
	At this point another girl came to the door. I presumed she was 
another one of Aaron's sisters, though I recalled that he only 
mentioned having one sister. She looked to be about six or seven.
	"Are you guys here to see Aaron?" the girl asked us.
	"Nope, we're diaper salesmen," Tony said sarcastically.
	"Then you should talk to Diane's brother, since he's the only one 
who wears diapers around here now," the girl said with a smile. The 
girl didn't acknowledge Diane�whom I presumed was Aaron's sister, as 
her own sister.
	"They *are* here to see Aaron, Brittany," Diane said to the 
younger girl. Diane then introduced me to the girl and explained that 
she was one of her two cousins who were staying with them that weekend.
	"See their diapers, see them?" Diane said to Brittany as she 
pointed to me. Diane then grabbed my shirt and lifted it up to make 
sure Brittany would see even more my diapers. Brittany giggled.
	"I see his diapers," Brittany answered. They're sticking out 
everywhere, even his butt!"
	"Do all boys wear diapers?" Brittany asked me.
	"If I had it my way they would," I told her with a militant tone 
In my voice which spoke of my hatred towards boys being forced out of 
diapers by the evils of toilet training. She smiled back.
	"You boys are silly, wanting to wear diapers!" she said.
	"What did you mean by saying that Aaron is the only one who wears 
diapers *now?*" Tony asked with an air of concern in his voice. I was 
concerned, too, thinking that perhaps she, or maybe Diane, had worn 
diapers until recently.
	"Oh, she meant that Kayla, my youngest sister, is out of diapers 
now and she's potty trained," Brittany said. "We told her that only 
boys wear diapers after they're three and she'd turn into a boy if she 
was in diapers on her third birthday, so this helped get her potty 
trained while she was still two."
	"Aaron told Brittany to tell that to Kayla," Diane said to me.
	"I was two when I was potty trained," Brittany declared proudly. 
"I was told the same thing and thought, 'I don't wanna be a boy, and I 
don't wanna wear diapers!' So now I don't!"
	Tony and I enjoyed listening to the girls brag about being toilet 
trained unlike Aaron. Diane then asked to see the binder that I was 
holding, so I let her look at it.
	"Hmm, interesting, a diaper club," Diane said. "Aaron will 
definitely LOVE this!"
	"We love it, that's why we started it, well, started it here, 
anyway," I said. Both Diane and Brittany looked at the binder together, 
quickly leafing through the pages. Kayla was curious, although she 
coudln't read. She did like the pictures of all the diapered boys in 
it, though. We realized that we had been here several minutes and had 
yet to see Aaron. We were hoping he'd have come to the door by now.
	"So can we see Aaron?" I asked the girls.
	"You gotta take your shorts off first, boys," Diane said. 
"Remember the dress code for boys here."
	"Yeah, that means you boys can't wear anything but DIAPERS!" 
Brittany said as she started giggling.
	While standing at the front door Tony and I removed our shorts 
before the girls. Both of them watched intently as both Tony and I 
compliantly removed our shorts and exposed our diapers in their 
entirety. Our shorts were lying before our feet, completely removed 
from our bodies.
	Brittany quickly bent down and snatched up Tony's shorts.
	"I got his shorts!" she said as she held them in her hands. Diane 
followed and did the same with mine.
	"And I got his!" Diane said.
	"Now you boys can come in," Diane said as she and Brittany led us 
into the house.
	"Uh, we *do* get our shorts back, don't we?" I asked Diane while 
watching Brittany carry off our shorts to an unknown location within 
the house.
	"Maybe," she said. "Some boys have left this house never to see 
their pants or shorts again," Diane said. "But since you're first-time 
visitors, we'll make sure you get them back when you leave."
	We were then greeted by Kayla, who came up to us.
	"You in di-pees!" she articulated the best she could as she 
pointed to us and especially my massive diapers.
	"Yeah, we're in diapers, all right," I said. "Big, thick ones, 
too! Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of diapers!" I continued 
as I showed Kayla how many layers of cloth were stacked into my crotch.
	"You boys, you boys!" she said. "Boys wear di-pees!"
	"That's right, Kayla," Diane said. "They're boys, and aroundhere, 
boys wear diapers!"
	"I'm a girl!" Kayla said. She pulled down her shorts to show us 
her Beauty and the Beast panties.
	"I got 'dese for goin' paw-ty!" she said proudly.
	"That's nice," I said, though I didn't really care that they were 
"Beauty and the Beast" panties. I was just glad they weren't diapers.
	"I'm a girl!" she said. "'Dese are for big girls!" she said as 
she again tried to draw our attention to her panties.
	"We'll stick to plain white boys' diapers, thank you," I said.
	"Cuz you boys, you wear di-pes!" she said. She then asked us a 
question that neither Tony nor I could make out, so Brittany translated 
for us.
	"She's asking if you two used to be girls and then became boys 
for not using the potty," Brittany interpreted her youngest sister.
	"No, Kayla, they've always been boys, just like Aaron," Diane 
said.
	"Air-won is my cousin!" Kayla said. "He wears di-pees! He's a 
boy!"
	It was clear that Kayla had developed some very strong notions 
about diapers only being worn by boys who were over three years old. 
Seeing Tony and I in diapers would definitely serve to reinforce this 
notion. We were happy with it.
	"So where's Aaron?" I asked.
	"In his room," Diane said.
	"Does he know were here?" Tony asked.
	"He knows somebody's here," Diane said. "He just never comes out 
of his room until he knows who it is, since he's in diapers all the 
time, of course."
	"So, can we see him?" I asked.
	"As soon as you either remove your shirt or tuck it into your 
diapers," Diane said. "Your diapers have to show *completely!*
	"I don't like going around without a shirt," I said.
	"Then tuck it in," Diane said. "Here, I'll do it for you."
	Diane walked around me and tucked my shirt down inside my 
diapers. She seemed to spend extra time when she was standing behind me 
and tucking my shirt in from the back.
	"Nice butt," she said. She patted it, which I was expecting her 
to do. I determined that patting diapered butts was one of those 
universally irresistible urges among girls whose brothers and other 
similarly-aged male counterparts wear diapers.
	Tony decided to remove his shirt to come into compliance with the 
"dress code." His shirt was simply tossed onto the couch where he could 
retrieve it at any time. As for our shorts, who knew what the girls did 
with them.
	"He's got a disposable on," Brittany pointed out as she came back 
to the front room without our shorts. "He has to wear cloth diapers, 
huh?"
	"That's right, Brit," Diane said. "Seeing that he needs a change, 
anyway, I think this can be arranged."
	"If you don't mind, I prefer disposables," Tony said.
	"Don't you like all that thick cloth all over your butt like your 
friend Chris does?" Diane asked, pointing out the protruding mass of 
white cotton surrounding me.
	"I've tried it, and it's okay once in awhile, but well--"
	"So let's make this a 'once in a while', shall we?" Diane said. 
She was determined to get Tony into cloth diapers and thus within the 
dress code.
	"I brought my own diapers, and I can change myself," Tony said 
nervously. In spite of this, I could see from the tent in the front of 
his diaper that this was getting him excited.
	"I can tell that you want us to diaper you," Diane said as she 
noticed that Tony had a hard-on. Now I was getting a little envious 
knowing that only Tony was going to get changed by Diane. They surely 
couldn't tell that I had a raging hard-on as well, nor the fact that my 
diapers were wet. I knew I would be messy sooner or later and I may 
need a change then.
	"Let's go to Aaron's room and we'll take care of you there," 
Diane said. With this she led Tony and me up the stairs to Aaron's 
bedroom.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 73
---------------------------

	Diane knocked on the door to Aaron's bedroom and Tony and I 
waited for him to answer.
	"Who is it?" Aaron asked.
	"Your diaper friends are here!" Diane said.
	"Is it Chris and Tony?" he asked.
	"Yep!" she answered.
	Aaron then came to the door and opened it. He was very heavily 
diapered as I was expecting to see him. His diapers were as thick as 
mine usually were at home, although he appeared to have additional 
layers added to the seat of his diapers, which made his already 
conspicuously diapered butt stand out even more. His diapers also came 
up much higher on him than my diapers did on me, and mine came up 
pretty high. In fact, his diapers almost touched his armpits! Aaron's 
diapers were loaded with diaper pins stuck into nearly every possible 
point where the fabric layers were joined together. A solid ring of 
pins bound his diapers to his shirt, which had been cut short so that 
it would not cover more than an inch or so of his diapers. His diapers 
were just plain loaded, too, as I could tell from the shit odors that 
managed to penetrate the seemingly infinite bunches of cloth that 
surrounded his small body.
	"Hi guys," he said as he greeted us. "Did you come over here like 
that?" he asked me.
	"I had shorts on," I told him.
	"He *had* shorts on, that is," Diane stated. "But Brittany and I 
took care of that problem." Diane gave me this fiendish sort of grin.
	"So tell me about this diaper club you want me to join," Aaron 
asked us excitedly.
	"In a minute," Diane said. "First, let's get Tony into the proper 
diapers."
	Aaron invited us into his bedroom. Like me, he also slept in a 
crib, which was no surprise to me nor Tony. While I had a few crude 
drawings that I made of very amply diapered boys on my walls as well as 
selected diaper ads from magazines and several photographs of myself in 
diapers, the walls of Aaron's bedroom were almost completely covered 
with such depictions. In addition to having several pictures of himself 
in his diapers all on one wall, the other walls contained several 
drawings and paintings of diapered boys, often accompanied by girls who 
were notably lacking such bulky attire. His artistic skills surpassed 
mine and he put me to total shame.
	"What do you think of my artwork?" Aaron asked us as he showed us 
his impromptu art gallery.
	"You did all these?" I asked him. Aaron nodded proudly.
	"Damn, you're good," I said, noting all the fine detail he was 
capable of reproducing on paper. I closely examined one of his 
paintings. It showed a group of boys playing soccer in their diapers, 
being cheered on by a group of girls and women standing on the 
sidelines wearing the typical baggy shorts like the ones that I had 
seen Cindy wear at her games. Aaron accurately reproduced every subtle 
hue and nuance of the boys' diapers, capturing each crease and fold of 
their diapers in stunning detail. The shadows were so realistic and 
accurately rendered to the ambient lighting in the image that I thought 
some of the paintings were photographs.
	"Do you write stories, too?" I asked Aaron.
	"Some, mostly about myself," he said. "But I do better at art 
than writing," he added.
	"Then maybe we can combine our talents," I suggested. "I write 
better than I draw."
	With this, Aaron said he would like to read the stories that Tony 
and I have written and that he would gladly illustrate them for us.
	Meanwhile, Diane had escorted Tony to the large changing table 
that was set next to Aaron's crib. Tony compliantly followed Diane and 
took his position on the changing table. He appeared unashamed, 
actually very content in spite of the fact he had only known Diane for 
the last fifteen minutes or so. Tony lay there as Diane began to remove 
his soggy disposable diaper. As she took off Tony's diaper she revealed 
his fully erect penis. It stood tall and straight, its skin fully 
stretched out, exposing the intricate network of veins, arteries and 
capillaries contained within it. The head of his dick was swollen with 
a purplish hue. Diane was impressed by the magnificence of his large 
dick, having never before seen up close a boy's anatomy at its pubic 
stage of development and in such a near orgasmic state of arousal. 
Brittany and Kayla, of course, were also getting to see such large boy 
genitalia for the first time. Diane's admiration for Tony's tool made 
me wish she were changing my diapers, too. I was rubbing the front of 
my diapers without thinking about the fact that Diane, Brittany and 
Kayla were all watching me. They grinned at me to acknowledge that they 
caught me in the act. I immediately stopped upon this realization.
	"That's okay, the girls see Aaron do it all the time, and they 
know why," Diane told me.
	"Aaron, this is what you have to look forward to in a couple 
years," Diane pointed out Tony's big dick to her brother.
	"I know," he said while smiling. "I saw Chris and Tony naked 
while at summer camp, remember?" he said.
	"Oh yeah, he he, silly me, of course, I didn't think about that. 
Well, anyway, I'd better diaper you up, Tony, before you pull your 
trigger, if you know what I mean." Tony smiled.
	I was having mixed feelings at this moment. While I enjoyed 
watching Diane wipe and then powder up Tony's genitals, I also felt 
envious. It made me wish Megan were here to do the same thing to me. I 
tried to dismiss this feeling and decided to just enjoy the show. I 
figured sooner or later Diane would probably get to change my diapers 
anyway if I came over here often enough.
	Diane then called for Brittany, who had left the bedroom to use 
the bathroom like a good girl should. Brittany then came back into the 
bedroom. She continued to demonstrate how she was impressed by Tony's 
wondrous wand.
	"Why do you have such a big weenie?" Brittany asked Tony.
	"The same reason I have boobs," Diane said as she turned around 
to Brittany and held her breasts. "It's one of those things that 
happens to boys when they get older, except they don't get boobs, they 
just get bigger dicks."
	Brittany then laughed.
	"Mom says to not use that word. She says it's a penis."
	"Well, your mom isn't here, so we can call them dicks," Diane 
said.
	"Go get some diapers," Diane commanded her cousin. "Get a whole 
bunch! Just like we put on Aaron this morning!"
	Brittany went to the closet and opened it. The shelves inside of 
it were well stocked with diapers.
	"We'll need to use the largest ones, so just bring those and the 
next size down," Diane instructed Brittany.
	"Will Aaron's diapers fit me?" Tony asked.
	"Of course they will," Diane said. "You see, we have a system. We 
always buy new diapers that are way too big for Aaron, but they fit 
because of all the other smaller diapers we put on underneath the new 
diapers. This ensures that Aaron always has gleaming white diapers on 
top. As Aaron gets bigger, we get him bigger diapers and use the older 
ones underneath. The diapers that we're putting on him next to his butt 
now are the same ones we used on top of his diapers when he was six 
years old when he first got put into diapers. They're really old and 
dirty and stained, so it's a good thing he wears them underneath his 
newer, bigger and cleaner looking diapers."
	"That's how my sisters do it," I explained. "Although they don't 
put quite as big of diapers on top."
	"They should," Diane suggested.
	Brittany then brought over the first of two big stacks of 
diapers. Brittany then started folding the diapers. Her hands moved 
with flawless precision as she almost magically transformed each square 
of the cloth into a neatly folded diaper with the layering evenly and 
amply stacked in the right places. She then handed the diapers to Diane 
to wrap around Tony. They continued this routine and put several 
diapers on Tony, each of them complete with an ample number of pins. 
They continued folding diapers and diapering Tony with the larger, 
whiter diapers. By the time they were done Tony had on the thickest 
diapers I had ever seen him wear.
	"What do you think?" I asked Tony.
	"I don't know how you do this, Chris," he replied as he looked 
down at the plethora of cloth bulging out from his crotch. "You wear 
mega-diapers like this all the time, but I'm just not used to wearing 
an entire plantation like you are."
	We all laughed at his remark.
	"But it does feel good," he added.
	Diane then put a huge pair of plastic pants on Tony. Tony then 
tried to get up off of the changing table, but the huge bulk of his 
diapers made this difficult for him to do.
	"I feel like I have pillows wrapped around me," he remarked as he 
lay back down.
	"Well, in a way, you do," Diane remarked. "You'll get used to 
it." Diane then whispered something to Brittany, but I couldn't tell 
what she said. Brittany left the room for a moment and then returned 
with a camera. It was a really nice camera, too, like one that a 
professional would use.
	Tony got up on his hands and knees, positioning himself perfectly 
for Diane to slap him on the butt. While Diane was doing this, Brittany 
took a picture of it.
	"Sorry, I just had to do that, since you look so cute all 
diapered up," Diane said. "Diapered Aaron's way, that is," she added.
	"Here, give me that camera," Diane said as she took it from 
Brittany.
	"Hold it!" Diane shouted to Tony while was still on his hands and 
knees. "Don't get down yet."
	With this, Diane took several pictures of Tony while he was on 
the changing table and after he had gotten down from it. She also took 
several pictures of me, asking me to pose in various positions. Aaron 
then joined us for a couple shots.
	"That's a fancy camera," I commented.
	"Our parents own a camera store which has its own photo lab," 
Diane explained. "They let us use one of their old cameras and then we 
develop the film there, so nobody else sees the pictures we take of my 
brother in his diapers."
	"Great!" I thought as I had learned of this. I figured as long as 
Aaron and his sister had access to such high-grade photography 
equipment and could process their own film, we could take pictures of 
all the club members and our diaper activities without being afraid of 
what someone else might think if we were to develop the pictures by 
dropping them off at the supermarket. I was definitely feeling good 
about having Aaron in our diaper club.
	While Tony was getting diapered and I was watching, Aaron had 
done a quick sketch of the scene. Tony and I were both impressed by his 
ability to draw the scene right there and then.
	"This is good," I said as I picked it up.
	"You can have it if you want," Aaron said. "I was just using it 
for practice."
	I decided that since the drawing showed Tony, I decided to give 
it to him instead.
	"Drawing is my hobby," Aaron said. He then pulled out a notebook 
full of other pieces he had done. There must have been at least a 
hundred drawings in just this one notebook, and he had several other 
notebooks, too. All of them showed boys in diapers. Some of the scenes 
I recognized from other sources such as magazine ads or movies or TV 
shows with prominent boy characters in them. Others were simply created 
entirely from his own imagination. He even admitted that he had used 
some of the proofs that he had taken from his parents' photography 
studio to serve as models for his diaper-boy drawings.
	"Have you *ever* drawn anything that *doesn't* show boys in 
diapers in it?" Tony asked him.
	"Not really," Aaron replied. "I love drawing diapered boys and 
this is about all I like to draw."
	"Then we hereby designate you as our official Club Artist," I 
said.
	"He has to fill out the form and sign it first," Tony said.
	"Oh yeah, of course," I said. With this I opened the binder and 
let Aaron look through it and read what the club was all about.
	"This sounds great!" he said with excitement in his voice as he 
read about the club's purpose and its philosophies and all the other 
things that we would be doing.
	"I wanna sign up!" he said.
	"Here ya' go!" I said as I pulled out a blank application. Aaron 
filled in all the blanks. When he got to the parts where it asked for 
his measurements without his diapers and with his diapers on he got up 
and left his room. He called on Diane to help him with getting his 
measurements. It was the first time we had seen Aaron try to walk in 
such thick diapers and it was no surprise to us that he had to waddle 
as much as he did.
	Diane came into the room with a measuring tape and proceeded to 
take Aaron's diapered measurements, which surpassed mine in spite of 
the fact that my body was bigger than his. After we had all these 
numbers filled in I asked Aaron if there was any way we could get his 
diaperless measurements.
	Diane took one look at me and said, "Do you have any idea how 
long it takes me to get all those diapers and pins on Aaron?"
	"It takes my sisters awhile, and this is after they've been doing 
it for almost four years," I replied.
	"Well, I'm up on your sisters by about five years," Diane said.
	"I've been doing it for two years!" Brittany stated proudly.
	"And she's good at it, too," Diane acknowledged. "We'll show 
Kayla how to do it, too, when she's a little older."
	"I can tell you one thing, my sister Kara's sure glad she doesn't 
have to get up a half hour early for school every day just to change my 
diapers," Tony commented.
	We decided to just make up the numbers for Aaron's diaperless 
measurements since there was no easy way to get to his waistline, 
especially with it being several inches below the top of his diapers. 
He then proceeded to fill out the rest of the application. When he got 
to the part where he had to vow to abdicate any and all responsibility 
to use the toilet he just laughed.
	"I haven't used a toilet since I was six!" he said.
	"Eight for me," I said.
	"Me, too," Tony said.
	Aaron had no problem meeting any of the membership requirements, 
and upon his signing the final signature blank, he was now a member of 
the D.B.A. Club. He mentioned that he would be at the orientation 
meeting this coming Saturday, the last Saturday before school started.
	We spent another couple hours with Aaron in his bedroom. Most of 
the time he showed us some 8 x 10's of him in his diapers as well as 
more of his artwork. He drew some pictures of Tony and I while we were 
out in the back yard later on. Diane and Brittany even made us all some 
lunch by the mid-afternoon. After we ate lunch Tony and I decided that 
we should get back home since we still wanted to see about getting over 
to Nathan's house today.
	Diane agreed to drive us back to my house, being that she was of 
driving age and that she had her parents' pickup truck available to 
them. This made it so that we could put our bikes in the back.
	"You have to agree to one thing before I drive you back," she 
said.
	"What's that?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew the answer.
	"You can't get your shorts back," she said.
	"You mean for today?"
	"Ever," she said. I figured that they weren't my shorts to begin 
with, and unless Lisa lost some serious weight in the near future she 
wouldn't have any use for them, either. Tony had a little bit more at 
stake, but he figured it was the end of the summer and he'd outgrow his 
shorts by next year anyway, so he agreed to leave his shorts behind.
	"Can I get my shirt back?" Tony asked.
	"I guess," Diane said. With this she grabbed his shirt and handed 
it back to him.
	"Can I go with them?" Aaron asked.
	"Sure, as long as you don't mind going out in your diapers," 
Diane said. "And if you do come, Brittany and Kayla have to come to, 
otherwise, you'll have to stay home and babysit them."
	"Babysit? BABY-sit?" Brittany protested vehemently. "I'm not a 
BABY, and I don't wear DIAPERS like a BABY, either!"
	"And I don't wear di-pees, neither!" Kayla followed her big 
sister, crossing her arms to show her assertion.
	"Okay, okay, let me rephrase that," Diane said. "If Aaron comes 
with me, then you two will have to come, too; otherwise, Aaron will 
have to stay here so YOU two can BOY-sit HIM!"
	"YEAH!" Brittany shouted. "Or BABY-sit him, since he wears 
DIAPERS like a BABY!"
	"I wear diapers like a BOY!" Aaron stated.
	"What's the difference?" Diane quipped. "Are you going or not?"
	"Well, uhhh, I dunno..." Aaron hesitated for a moment. He was 
reserved about letting anyone see him in his diapers who didn't already 
know him, which was why he stayed in his room until he knew that it was 
Tony and I that were there. Aaron decided to go ahead and join Tony and 
I for the afternoon, knowing that we would be at my house, where 
diapers worn by older boys was obviously nothing new to my sisters and 
my parents.
	"What about these cloth diapers?" Tony asked as he realized that 
he was leaving Aaron's house in them and that they weren't his diapers.
	"Leave 'em on," Diane said. "By the time I come pick up Aaron you 
should be ready to be changed out of them."
	I told Diane where I lived as she got into the pickup. Aaron 
decided to hop up into the front with Diane and the two other girls 
while Tony and I sat in the back with our bikes. Diane then took off 
and headed out of their subdivision and then out into traffic. Tony and 
I felt awkward sitting in the back of a pickup wearing nothing but 
diapers and shirts while in the middle of midtown traffic. We figured 
nobody would see that we had diapers on until a city bus pulled up next 
to us at a red light. No doubt the people riding in it could see what 
Tony and I were wearing. At least it wasn't a school bus full of kids. 
Most of all we were concerned that a policeman may see us, but we 
lucked out and made it out of traffic without incident. In a few 
minutes we were back to my house. In just our diapers, Tony and I 
unloaded our bikes. Aaron got out of the pickup but then he hid behind 
the pickup out of view of the other kids playing nearby.
	"Ahh come on, don't be shy," I said to him. "Everybody in this 
neighborhood knows I wear diapers as well as Tony."
	"They don't even know who you are," Tony added. Aaron was still 
shy about letting anyone else see that he had diapers on and we didn't 
push this with him.
	Cindy then came out to the front to find out what was going on. 
Aaron tried to hide from her.
	"Who are you?" Cindy asked him, seeing that he was obviously a 
diapered boy.
	"Who are you?" he asked.
	"I'm Cindy, Chris' brother," she said. Aaron just stood 
hesitantly.
	"It's okay, I'm used to seeing my brother in diapers, too. In 
fact, I see him like that every day, and I even change him."
	Aaron felt a little more at ease now knowing that Cindy was my 
sister and therefore someone he could trust seeing him in diapers.
	"You look very nice in your diapers," Cindy told him. "You're 
Aaron, right?"
	"Uh huh," he replied. "How did you know?"
	"Chris told me about you," Cindy replied. "You're in his little 
diaper club, I take it."
	"Yeah, I just signed the thing and became a member," he replied.
	Cindy then met Diane and they shook hands. Immediately they got 
to talking about both having diaper-obsessed brothers to look after. In 
fact, they hit it off rather well and befriended each other. Being that 
Diane was Lisa's age, they, too, would likely become friends upon 
meeting because of the common bond they shared with having daily boy-
diapering duties. After a few minutes, Diane informed Aaron that she 
would pick him up before dinnertime and left him with us for the rest 
of the day.
	"Don't worry about changing him," Diane said. "He's got plenty of 
diaper to wet and poop in."
	"Cuts down on the number of changes, doesn't it?" Cindy said.
	"That, and we know our brothers just love wearing diapers," Diane 
added. She then took off.
	Cindy was quite impressed by Aaron's super-diapering.
	"Wow, I don't think even Chris ever wore this many diapers," 
Cindy said as she closely examined Aaron's huge padding. She helped put 
Aaron at ease and let him talk about his diaper desires. Cindy also 
liked seeing that Tony had cloth diapers on.
	Afterwards, Aaron went into my room with Tony and me and I showed 
him my collection of stories and my futile attempts at drawing.
	"Not bad," he said. I could tell he didn't want to sugar-coat his 
reply and tell me that I was good, but at least he didn't say that I 
sucked. I let him scan through my stories.
	"I can think of a hundred things to draw from your stories," 
Aaron said.
	"You wanna take some of them home with you?" I asked him.
	"Sure!" he said, eager to not only read the stories but to 
produce some artwork that greatly surpassed mine. Comparing the quality 
of my artwork to Aaron's was like comparing the absorbency of Cindy's 
panties to my diapers. Okay, so maybe my drawings weren't quite *that* 
bad.
	Aaron reproduced some of the artwork that I had already done. I 
showed him my fake diaper ad I made with the heading that read: YOU 
DON'T CALL YOUR BROTHER THE "LITTLE SHIT" FOR NOTHING. Aaron got a good 
laugh out of this. Within a half hour or so he had reproduced the 
drawing in better detail and accuracy. He then wrote in the mock ad 
copy to finish it.
	"Thanks," I said as he handed it back to me.
	"Like I said, this is my hobby," he said.
	We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around and talking 
about the fun of wearing and using diapers, since this was about the 
only thing that any of us three could ever think about anyway. Tony and 
I each had big hard-ons that we were so tempted to "entertain" each 
other with, but with Aaron in the room and that he was only ten we 
decided to refrain from acting on our strong boyish urges.
	Aaron told us some things that we had either forgotten or he just 
never had told us when we were at summer camp. We asked him how kids at 
school treat him.
	"I'm home-schooled," he answered. "My Mom works in the summer to 
help my Dad, especially since this is their busy time of year with 
doing senior pictures and stuff," he explained. "I'm almost always at 
home and in diapers, so I'm not used to other people seeing me in 
diapers. Before I went to summer camp nobody but my family ever saw me 
in diapers."
	This made sense and it made Tony and I understand why Aaron was 
so reticent about being seen in diapers in spite of his sheer obsession 
for wearing and using them.
	Later on we contacted Nathan on the phone, but he wouldn't be 
able to see us until tomorrow, so we agreed on a time to be at his 
house. Lisa came home after work and she got to see Aaron for the first 
time. She, too, was impressed by Aaron's huge diapers as well as the 
fact that Tony had cloth diapers on.
	"Since when did you start wearing cloth diapers?" she asked Tony, 
who then explained why he had them on. Lisa hoped that he had become a 
full-time cloth diapers convert, but in spite of how good Tony felt 
wearing them, he still preferred his comparatively modest disposable 
diapers.
	My parents came home from work and they got to meet Aaron as 
well. By now Aaron was getting more comfortable with meeting my family 
since he knew they all saw me in diapers all the time and would 
therefore have no problem with him being in diapers.
	Since Diane was due to return soon, Tony decided that he'd better 
get changed out of the cloth diapers so that they could be returned to 
Aaron and to get a disposable on. Lisa, Cindy and even myself all got 
involved in removing the diaper pins and the diapers. It was the first 
time and probably the only time that I had ever joined my sisters in 
handling someone else's diapers.
	"You know, Lisa, in all the years we have been diapering Chris we 
could still learn something from how Aaron's sister diapers him," Cindy 
remarked as she examined the extra layers that had been applied so 
excessively to the seat of Tony's diapers.
	"We were wondering what made your butt stick out so much more 
than what Chris' diapers normally do, and his butt really sticks out."
	Tony's diapers were very wet and shit-coated as I would have 
expected to see, being that I had gone unchanged all day and that my 
diapers were in the same foul condition. Lisa and Cindy cleaned Tony up 
and then Lisa put his disposable diaper on.
	"Ahh, I gotta admit the cloth diapers were fun, but it's nice to 
be able to walk normally, too," he remarked.
	Diane then showed up to get Aaron while Lisa and Cindy were busy 
changing me. Diane came into my bedroom and saw me lying there naked, 
covered with shit and as stiff-dicked as I could be. I expected 
Brittany and Kayla to be with her, but Diane explained that her parents 
were home from work and were there to watch the girls.
	Diane then volunteered to show my sisters some diapering 
techniques that involved using my old diapers in conjunction with my 
Thickies. Lisa and Cindy watched intently as they observed Diane's 
actions, pledging to diaper me from now on in the same manner as what 
Diane was demonstrating. As Diane was handling the Thickies she thought 
about getting some for Aaron.
	"At least this way you don't have to use so many diapers," Lisa 
remarked.
	"Who said we aren't going to use as many diapers as we do now?" 
Diane remarked. Of course she realized that this would be absolutely 
impossible to do with as thick as the Thickies diapers were. I didn't 
want to tell Lisa or Cindy this, but Diane's diaper job was one of the 
best feeling and best looking I had ever experienced. I could feel the 
extra layers she put in the back of them. Maybe it was the fact that 
Diane wasn't my sister and that I didn't have to feel inhibited with my 
sexual feelings that made it feel as good as it did.
	By thus time we were getting ready to have our own dinner. Tony 
asked for a ride back to his house, so Diane agreed to do this for him. 
I said goodbye to both Tony and Aaron and then took my spot at the 
dinner table. After dinner I went into my room and I extracted from my 
seemingly perpetually erect dick an entire day's worth of sexual 
tension brought on by seeing Aaron in his super diapers all throughout 
the day. I came into the diapers that Diane put me into, and just 
thinking about her diapering me and the way she diapered me made coming 
into my diapers feel this much better. By then I was tired and ready to 
take a nap while thinking back upon the day.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 74
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	"So, who else are you going out to recruit for your diaper club 
today?" Lisa asked me while performing my diaper change and dealing 
with my very messy stack of diapers the next morning.
	"Nathan," I said. "And his brother."
	"And then who?" Lisa asked.
	"That'll be it for now," I said. "Then I'll see if I meet anyone 
at school who may want to join."
	"Uhh, Chris," Lisa said. "I know it's been a very long time since 
you've seen a boy who *doesn't* wear diapers, and you've probably 
forgotten this and it's gotten lost in that diaper-obsessed head of 
yours, but I just thought I would remind you that in spite of your 
greatest fantasy of all time where every boy in this world wears 
diapers, that most boys, like girls, are, in fact, toilet trained. I 
know that's hard to believe that a boy could be thought of as ever 
using a toilet-- especially after watching Mom and Dad try to train 
you-- but it is true, shocking as it sounds. That's why you see two 
bathrooms at school, one for boys and one for girls."
	"I know that," I answered back, sounding mildly annoyed at Lisa's 
srcasm. "But it's a big school, and as I have found out, there are more 
boys who wear diapers than I ever thought there was."
	"So, you wanna make a good impression on Nathan with your diapers 
like you did with Aaron yesterday?" Lisa asked me. At this point she 
had me clean and wiped up and ready for clean diapers. She wanted to 
know how thickly I wanted to be diapered today, not that it mattered 
how I answered since Lisa was going to pile them on heavily as she 
always did anyway.
	"You have any shorts I can borrow?" I asked Lisa.
	"What did you do with the pair I gave you yesterday?" Lisa asked.
	"Uhh, well, let's just say that I don't have them," I explained.
	"What did you do with them?" Lisa asked me again.
	"I had to give them up. Diane said we had to give her our shorts 
in order too get a ride home."
	"Oh, really?" Lisa said. "You realize that those weren't yours."
	"Yeah, but what do you care?" I said. "I mean, do you think you'd 
ever fit in them again?"
	Lisa gave me a cold stare as she resented my remark.
	"Actually yes," Lisa said firmly. "It gives me an incentive to 
lose weight."
	"Yeah, I've heard that one before," I said to myself, tempted to 
say it aloud. Considering that Lisa was holding an open diaper pin, I 
maintained my silence.
	"Then when I get back down to the size I'd rather be you can have 
the pants I'm wearing now so you can wear them over your diapers."
	"I don't ever plan on wearing *that* many diapers," I said.
	"You never know, Chris," Lisa said. "You may have the same fat 
gene that I have."
	"But you don't have my diaper genes," I remarked facetiously.
	"Thank God," Lisa said. "I think that gene only comes with the Y 
chromosome anyway."
	"So, can I borrow another pair?" I asked Lisa.
	"Sorry, Chris, but I can't trust you with my shorts anymore," 
Lisa replied. She continued diapering me, this time applying the 
techniques that Diane had showed Lisa yesterday. My diapers felt even 
thicker with the way Lisa added extra laying into my Thickies using my 
old diapers. My plastic pants fit more snugly over the diapers. When 
Lisa was done I looked down at my diapers and admired the way they 
looked, examining my butt in the mirror.
	While waiting for Tony to show up I noticed that Lisa hadn't yet 
left for work. I asked her if it was her day off.
	"No, it's Friday and I have to close tonight," she groaned.
	"What time do you have to be there?" I asked her.
	"4:00," she said.
	"Great, then can you run us over to Nathan's?" I asked her.
	"I'm not your taxi service, remember?" Lisa said.
	"I'll give you a pair of your shorts for it," I said jokingly. 
Lisa didn't think this was too funny. She wasn't about to budge, so I 
resigned myself to making a jaunt across the neighborhood and into the 
next one with only diapers to wear.
	Tony showed up later than I expected him. He appeared at the 
front door with just his T-shirt and diaper, not that this was anything 
new, except that he knew we would be riding a ways on our bikes to get 
to Nathan's house.
	"You ready?" I asked him.
	"As ready as I'm gonna get," he said.
	"You don't have any shorts, either?" I asked Tony.
	"No, and my Mom said she wouldn't buy me any more shorts. One, 
because summer is almost over and I'd outgrow them anyway, and two; she 
was upset that I let Diane take them away from me."
	"At least you're not alone," I said. "We've done this before. And 
besides, if we are to properly represent ourselves as the leaders of 
our diaper club, we should have the proper uniform on when seeking out 
new recruits, right?"
	"You said it," Tony replied.
	Before we left, Tony and I decided to have a quick lunch, so I 
threw a couple of frozen beef and bean burritos into the microwave. 
This would hold us over for awhile. After eating we went outside and 
hopped on our bikes. We first rode through our own neighborhood where 
just about everyone knew that Tony and I wore diapers and were used to 
seeing us like this, not to say that they ignored us, especially the 
kids, and even more especially the girls. We then ventured into 
uncharted territory as far as going around outside in diapers in broad 
daylight was concerned. We reached the entrance to my subdivision and 
we had to cross a busy street. We were just about ready to cross when 
we discovered that a police car was coming. We quickly turned around, 
hoping that our quick retreat would not draw extra attention to 
ourselves. My thick white diapers contrasted sharply with the navy blue 
shirt I had on, so this probably didn't help matters.
	There was a berm and a fence at the corner. Tony and I quickly 
rode our bikes up the embankment and we hid behind the fence. We laid 
our bikes down for good measure. I peaked through a small hole in the 
fence and saw the police car slowing down to turn the corner.
	"Shit, he's turning!" I yelled to Tony. "Get down!"
	Tony and I lay as low as we could. A small patch of weeds growing 
alongside the fence provided some cover, although this did little to 
camouflage my white diapered butt which seemed to glow in the direct 
sunlight. We couldn't see what was happening and we could only rely on 
what we could hear. We heard the police car slowly crawling by as its 
tires rolled over the loose gravel on the pavement. The car then 
stopped.
	"Dammit, he's gonna see us," I mumbled to Tony.
	"Shhh, don't say anything," Tony whispered. As we lay there tense 
and nervous Tony let out a long and juicy fart. It was loud enough to 
be heard from several feet away, and gassy enough to be smelled from 
the same distance, too. While I had cut a few farts of my own from 
eating the burritos, my diapers at least muffled the sound greatly. We 
had no idea if the policeman had gotten out of his car, but neither of 
us was about to sit up to take a peek. At least we didn't hear his car 
door open or close.
	Suddenly we heard another car round the corner and skid on the 
loose gravel. Its stereo was thumping loudly with rap music and the car 
was likely occupied by a group of rowdy teens. The driver was also 
likely not expecting to see a police car as he took the corner, and 
apparently the cop felt this incident was more important to deal with 
than to look for a couple of kids who were not properly dressed. We 
heard the police car's tires peeling out on the loose gravel as he 
pursued the speeding car that raced into the subdivision. I sat back up 
and looked down the street, where the policeman had stopped the driver 
of the other car. They were several hundred feet away, so the cop 
wouldn't see Tony and I as we got back on our bikes and returned to the 
corner. Several people stared at Tony and I as we stood on the corner 
as they went by. When the street was clear we darted across and resumed 
our ride to Nathan's house.
	Tony had picked up a wooden stake that he found lying on the 
ground by the fence. It had probably been lying there ever since the 
ground in that area was surveyed. Tony dragged it along people's chain 
link, wrought iron and picket fences as we rode by them. He was also 
hitting street sign poles and even a few mailboxes with the stake. I 
really didn't think much of Tony having the stake at first, but I was 
glad that he had picked it up.
	We were almost to Nathan's house. We rode past a house where a 
couple boys were playing basketball out in the driveway. It turned out 
that one of the boys was Chuck, not Lisa's ex-piece-of-ass recipient, 
but the Chuck who became mine and Tony's worst enemy at school after we 
thought we had been rid of Sean and Travis. Of course Steve was there, 
too.
	Tony got their attention unintentionally when he ran his stake 
along the chain link fence in front of their house. It wasn't until we 
were in front of their driveway that we realized that it was them.
	"Look, Steve, it's the diaper dorks!" Chuck shouted.
	"Let's go get 'em!" Steve replied.
	"Shit, let's haul diapered ass!" I told Tony. We kicked it into 
high gear and rode as fast as we could, which was not very easy for me 
to do with all the diapers that I had on. Tony got several feet ahead 
of me and I asked him to slow down a little. I was starting to lose my 
breath from riding so hard.
	"Too late, Chris," Tony said as he looked behind him. I heard the 
sound of another bicycle behind me and the shadow of its rider was also 
approaching me. I turned around and found myself staring into Chuck's 
ugly face. Steve wasn't too far behind, but all he had was a skateboard 
and he was losing ground.
	"Nice diapers you got on, little boy!" Chuck said. "You always go 
around like this?"
	I tried to ignore him and I tried to pedal faster, but it was no 
use. Trying to hold the D.B.A. Diaper Club binder underneath my armpit 
only made things more difficult. Chuck rode up alongside me and tried 
to run me off the sidewalk and into someone's yard. I hit my brakes and 
averted a possible collision. I now realized that Chuck was ahead of 
me. I turned down another street in hopes of losing him, but once again 
he was on my ass like about as much as my diapers were. My diapers were 
full of shit, too, as was Chuck, but that's another story. I had more 
important matters to deal with now.
	The street ended in a cul-de-sac, and I managed to turn around 
and get away from Chuck, but not for long as he again caught up with me 
and rode alongside me, trying to run me into parked cars. We got back 
to the street we were on, where Steve was waiting on his skateboard. 
Chuck stopped to let Steve get on his bike with him. Meanwhile I caught 
up with Tony, who had also slowed down to wait for me, but yet he also 
had to keep his distance from the two bullies.
	Tony and I again pedaled as quickly as we could to escape from 
Chuck and Steve, but it was no use. Even with Chuck having to carry the 
weight of Steve on his bike they still gained on us. Chuck tried to 
grab at my binder and take it from me, but I wouldn't let him pry it 
out of my tight-gripping hands. While I was moving the binder to my 
right side, Chuck slammed into me and he made me fall off my bike and 
land on my butt. Even my thick diapers didn't fully cushion the hard 
impact of the concrete as I felt the surface of the sidewalk jarring my 
spine. The diapers did help soften the blow, for without them I would 
have likely been hurt worse. I then tumbled forward and scraped my knee 
on the sidewalk as my body was still sliding. My plastic pants also 
incurred some damage and were torn on the right side of the seat. I 
then tumbled onto the soft grass of someone's front lawn. My plastic 
pants picked up some grass stains as my body skidded to a stop on the 
lawn.
	"One down, one to go!" Steve shouted as he and Chuck laughed at 
me lying on the ground.
	"Fuck you!" I shouted and flipped my middle finger at Chuck and 
Steve as they went after Tony. They just laughed at what they had done 
to me.
	My knee was bleeding from the abrasion and a grass stain ran 
along my calf with some abrasions underneath, but I was otherwise okay. 
I retrieved the binder that I had dropped when I was knocked off my 
bike.
	A semi-elderly lady then came out of the house to check on me to 
se if I was okay.
	"Oh. you poor little boy, are you all right?" she asked me as she 
let go of the screen door behind her.
	"I think so," I said.
	"Are you hurt?" she asked.
	"A little, but I'll be okay," I replied.
	The lady stood before me, her eyes obviously fixed on my diapers. 
I looked up at her while sitting on her lawn with my legs wide open. I 
felt very awkward in my present situation. Seeing that I was okay, the 
lady's disposition turned from concern to surprise and perhaps mild 
disgust for my attire.
	"What are you wearing, young man?" she asked me.
	"Uhh, diapers," I said.
	"Diapers, oh my!" she said. "You're much too old for diapers, 
young lad," she said.
	"That's what everybody says," I said. "Some older boys like me 
wear them."
	"Well, then you should show some decency and get some clothes 
on," she said.
	"Who says diapers aren't clothes?" I said, resenting the lady's 
rebuking me for my lack of pants or shorts. I got up and walked across 
the yard to retrieve my binder which I dropped when I got thrown from 
my bike. Some of the loose papers tucked inside the front cover were 
strewn about the yard. I had my backed turned to the lady as I bent 
over to gather the loose papers and stick them back in the binder.
	"You run home and get some pants on right now!" the lady said to 
me while I was retrieving the papers.
	"I don't have any pants," I said back to her.
	"You have no pants?" she said in astonishment.
	"Not until school starts," I said as I got back on my bike.
	"You kids these days," the lady said as I got back onto my bike 
and rode away from her. After I had ridden a couple hundred feet away I 
looked behind me and I could see that the lady was still standing in 
her yard staring in disbelief and watching me ride my bike in just my 
diapers.
	I hurried to catch up with Tony. I know he would have waited for 
me, but he had to look after himself and try to get away from the 
bullies. I looked ahead of me and I could see that Chuck and Steve were 
gaining on him. I caught up with them, but I stayed at a safe distance 
to avoid attracting attention from them.
	Chuck and Steve had caught up with Tony, who was now trying to 
avoid them or fight them off. Chuck and Steve were trying to run Tony 
off the sidewalk as well. At one point they made him run into the side 
of a parked car, but this didn't stop Tony.
	I didn't think we could ever lose these pricks, but then Tony 
executed a bold move that got them off our asses. He took the stake 
that he had been carrying and he threw it right into the front wheel of 
Chuck's bike. He had to be quick and not give the other boys any 
warning by letting them see what he was going to do. It was his only 
shot, his only bullet in the chamber, so to speak, and had he missed he 
would have only made things worse. Fortunately Tony's aim and his 
timing was just right. The spokes got caught on the stake and it jammed 
up the wheel, causing the bike to come to an abrupt stop, throwing off 
of it both Chuck and Steve.
	"Two down, *zero* to go!" I shouted at them as I rode by. They 
flipped us off and threatened to kill us, but Tony and I raced far 
ahead of them and we turned down another street, hoping to have lost 
them at this point.
	"Diaper boys, two; assholes, zero," Tony said as we high-fived 
each other while riding alongside each other.
	"Are you okay?" Tony asked me as he looked at my scraped-up knee.
	"Yeah, I'll be okay, I'm a big boy in some ways, *some* ways, 
that is. Nathan's probably got something at his house to treat it," I 
said as we approached his house. We were glad just to have made it to 
his house given the adventure that getting there had turned out to be.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 75
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	We hurried as fast as we could to get out of sight of Chuck and 
Steve, and once we had taken the next corner we were in the clear. As 
their bike was momentarily incapacitated by Tony's brave heroic deed, 
we didn't expect them to catch us now. Still, as we waited for someone 
to answer the door at Nathan's house I looked behind me just to be sure 
that we were not being pursued.
	A moment later Nathan appeared at the door. He was wearing just a 
T-shirt and a nice-sized bunch of Thickies diapers with plenty of pins 
holding them up high over his loins. It was the first time I had seen 
Nathan in cloth diapers. They were undoubtedly Thickies diapers. I 
looked him over, noting how his smooth, bare slender legs and his whole 
body were dwarfed by the bunches of white cotton wrapped around and 
well above his small waist.
	"Hey guys! You made it!" he said as he greeted us, obviously 
uninhibited by us seeing how he was dressed.
	"Yeah, barely," Tony said.
	"What happened?" Nathan asked.
	"We'll tell you in a moment," I said. "You got something for a 
scraped knee?" I asked him as I pointed out the abrasions that I 
incurred when I was knocked off of my bike.
	"Sure, come on in," Nathan said as he invited us into his house. 
It felt good just to be in air conditioning again and out of the hot 
sun. Nathan's older brother was sitting in front of the TV. He, too, 
was wearing just cloth diapers of equal thickness and a T-shirt. From 
what I could see he had on Thickies diapers, too. He had his legs 
spread apart as he was sitting, offering an unobstructed view of the 
wide span of the crotch of his diapers. I looked down at his crotch 
where I could see his diapers layered atop each other. They were soaked 
with pee and likely pooped in, too. Nathan introduced us to him. His 
name was Luke and he was eleven years old. He seemed like a nice, 
quiet, but friendly kid. He struck me as a kid who was studious and 
intelligent and didn't have very many friends. His wire-rimmed glasses 
accented my perception of him.
	"Did you guys really come all the way over here in just your 
diapers like that?" Nathan asked us, seeing that Tony and I clearly had 
no pants on.
	"Didn't have a choice," I said. "It's all we have to wear until 
school starts."
	"Same here," Nathan said. Luke looked at us and nodded in 
agreement.
	"Your mom makes you wear just your diapers most of the time, 
too?" I asked Nathan and his brother.
	"Nah, they don't do that, but me and my brother just like to go 
around in diapers, so our parents just let us wear diapers around the 
house. Besides, you can't put pants on over these diapers, anyway, 
they're so thick!"
	"I know, I love it!" I said.
	Luke noticed the scrape on my knee, seeing that small droplets of 
fresh blood were still coming to the surface.
	"Shit, what did you do to your knee?" Luke asked me.
	"Fell off my bike," I said humbly. Trying not to sound like I was 
some klutz, I explained what had happened. "This shit-stain of a jerk 
that I know from school saw Tony and me riding on the way over, and he 
came after me and ran me off the street and made me fall down."
	"Who is this asshole?" Luke asked indignantly. I was somewhat 
surprised by his language in spite of his bookish demeanor.
	"Just some kid from school who teases me and Tony for wearing 
diapers."
	"Tell me about it," Nathan said. "Kids make fun of me all the 
time for wearing diapers," he said. "I don't know anyone at my school 
who wears them."
	"Maybe we'll get you some friends your age in the diaper club 
that we came over to tell you about," I said. "Yesterday we talked to 
this kid named Aaron, he's ten. Big diaper freak like us," I added. 
Nathan laughed, as did Luke.
	"Let me get something for that knee," Luke offered as he got up 
and went into the bathroom. He came back out with some alcohol wipes 
and some bandages. I anticipated the sting as Luke applied the wipe to 
my knee.
	"Oooohhhh," I grimaced and then flinched as I felt the stinging 
sensation of the alcohol going into the wound. At least if it stung I 
felt that it was doing something.
	Dammit, that hurts," I said. Luke then applied some gauze and 
covered up the scrape.
	"Thanks," I said to Luke.
	Meanwhile, Tony and Nathan had gone back outside to move our 
bikes from the driveway into the backyard so that in case Chuck and 
Steve were looking for us they wouldn't see the bikes out front and 
find out where we went. We were on their shitlist for sure after what 
Tony had done to Chuck's bike.
	Luke offered Tony and me a drink, which we gladly accepted after 
the difficult ride we had coming over here. We went out to the back 
patio and showed Nathan and Luke the binder for the diaper club. They 
looked forward to the meetings and the other activities in which we 
would all be participating. Both Nathan and Luke filled out the 
questionnaires and the membership applications.
	While Nathan was already far removed from any obligation to use a 
toilet since he had been in diapers all his life, Luke hesitated before 
he signed the bottom line of the application. By signing the 
application, he knew that he was agreeing to stop using the toilet 
completely in order to be recognized as a member of the D.B.A. Diaper 
Club.
	"What?" Nathan asked Luke, seeing that he wasn't ready to sign 
the application yet.
	"I'm not sure if I can be a member," he said.
	"Why's that?" Nathan asked him.
	"Because I have to stop using the toilet from now on to be a 
member," Luke replied.
	"So, you haven't used it all summer," Nathan said.
	"I haven't gone to school all summer, either," he said. "I'm not 
sure if I want to go to school in diapers, especially after what I see 
kids do to you."
	"Well, to be honest, most everybody thinks you're a dweeb anyway, 
so what have you got to lose?"
	"Gee, thanks, Nathan," Luke said. "That really boosts my self-
esteem to hear that," Luke said. "You're not exactly beating the girls 
off of you with a stick yourself."
	"Yuk! Who wants girls?" Nathan said. "They all say I stink for 
wearing diapers... although some say I'd probably look cute in diapers. 
Some of them even asked me to pull my pants down so that I could show 
them my diapers."
	Nathan blushed as he said this. I was curious and I asked him 
about it. I didn't think he wanted to say anything about it in front of 
Luke, so he gave me this "I'll tell you later" look.
	"Face it, you don't have a lot of friends, Nathan, and I don't, 
either," Luke said. "Yes, I know I'm a geek, a nerd, a loser, a dweeb, 
you name it, I'm it. The last thing they need to tease me about is 
wearing diapers."
	"Think about it, Luke, you don't have anything to lose if you 
don't have any friends," I said to Luke. "Actually, I hope you'll 
consider me and Tony as friends."
	"You guys seem a lot cooler than anyone else I know, that's for 
sure," he said. "I just don't know if I can commit to wearing diapers 
all the time," he said as he contemplated this decision.
	"Look through the binder and tell us what you think," I offered. 
Nathan wanted to show us his room, so we left Luke out on the patio 
while the rest of us went inside. Nathan showed us his room. It was a 
mess and it naturally reeked of diaper odors. I could see several clean 
diapers stacked on his dresser, along with powder and other supplies. 
Luke showed us his collection of Hot Wheels cars and his other toys. He 
also had a baseball card collection, but this didn't interest Tony or 
me much, so we just feigned interest.
	"So, tell me about these girls who wanted to see your diapers at 
school," I asked Nathan. He shrugged and blushed again. I didn't think 
he would tell us, but he did, after making us promise not to tell 
anyone else about his little secret.
	"We promise," we assured Nathan. He hesitated for a moment and 
then began to tell his little story.
	"Well, this girl, her name's Angie. Me and her went into the 
girls' bathroom together at school one day, and she told me to take my 
pants down so she could see my diapers. I started taking my pants off, 
and then she said 'I wanna do it', so I let her pull my pants down 
instead. She laughed and said I looked cute wearing diapers. She also 
laughed because she could see that I peed in them and they were puffed 
up in the front. And then she said 'turn around so I can see your 
butt', so I showed her my butt and she said my butt looked cute, too. 
Then she touched it and said she could feel my poop. I was kinda scared 
when she did this. Then she said she wants me to come over to her house 
so she can change my diapers and pretend to be her baby boy."
	"Sounds like fun to me!" I said as I smiled. I had a hard-on from 
listening to Nathan's otherwise innocent story about Angie's curiosity 
over his diapers. It reminded me of a time when Megan did a similar 
thing to me in the fourth grade, so I told Nathan about this as well. 
Only he and Tony, and of course Megan knew about this incident. This 
exchange of secrets helped Nathan, Tony and me to form a greater bond 
of friendship and trust.
	"So, what do you think your brother's gonna do?" Tony asked 
Nathan.
	"He loves wearing diapers, but he's afraid of what the kids at 
school will say if he wears them there. And Mom and Dad think he should 
probably not wear them there if he doesn't need them."
	"Well, if he wants to be a member and maybe meet some more 
friends in the club, he's going to have to wear diapers all the time, 
including school," I said.
	"So who's gonna know if he's not wearing diapers?"
	"That's where you come in," I said. "If he becomes a member and 
you find out that he's not wearing diapers and going back to the 
toilet, then he's out of the club. So make sure he's always wearing 
diapers."
	"I will," Nathan said.
	We went back out to the patio to see if Luke had made a decision. 
I asked him what he thought now.
	"Well, I don't have any friends now, so I guess you're right, I 
have nothing to lose if everyone finds out that I wear diapers. Maybe 
I'll even find out that another kid in my own class wears them. I like 
wearing diapers, and it'll be nice to meet some friends in the club. I 
mean, your friends don't always have to go to your school, you know..."
	Luke talked it out some more and gave us his reasoning, 
addressing what he felt were the pros and cons. We listened and agreed 
with his reasoning and offered our input. Luke then stopped talking and 
looked at Tony and me.
	"So, are you gonna join?" Tony asked him, putting on some 
pressure.
	"I'd like to join, but I just hope Mom and Dad won't get mad if 
they find out that I'm wearing diapers all the time."
	"Relax, we'll stand behind you," I said. "If I have to, I'll have 
your parents talk to my Mom. She did this for a boy next door to me who 
wears diapers and explained to his Mom that it's okay to wear diapers. 
That's what this whole club's about."
	Luke then paused for a moment as he looked at his nearly 
completed application, which was only missing his all-essential John 
Hancock. He then picked up the pen and held it for a moment, idly 
twirling it in his hand. Finally, he applied the pen to the paper and 
slowly produced his signature.
	"I'm in," he said, mildly trembling.
	"Congratulations! Welcome to the club!" I said as I shook his 
hand.
	"Looks like I burned my bridge now, huh?" Luke said.
	"Yep!" I replied. "Say goodbye to toilets and toilet training!" 
Luke smiled at me as I said this.
	"Now I'm in it for good," he said. "I always thought of how fun 
it would be to wear diapers all the time, and how I'm forcing myself to 
do it. I can't believe that I'm going to actually do this."
	"It'll be hard to do at first, but you'll get used to it, and 
like you said, you may find out that there's another kid just like you 
who wears diapers and has been hiding it."
	"If there was everyone would know about it now and everyone would 
tease him about it," Luke said.
	"Maybe not," I said. "Some kids are probably pretty good at 
keeping it a secret, unless they poop in their diapers at school."
	Tony and I hung out at Nathan's house for another couple hours or 
so before we decided to head back to my house. Before we left we 
reminded Nathan and Luke to come to the first meeting, which we would 
be holding Saturday morning at my house.
	When Tony and I left we thought about which way we should take 
back home in order to avoid Chuck and Steve. I knew of another way to 
get back, although we'd have to take the long way around. Tony and I 
didn't want to take any chances, so we took the longer way around. It 
required us to ride for several blocks alongside the busy street that 
we only had to cross on our way over. As it was approaching rush hour 
and people were heading home from work, no doubt our diapered behinds 
would be seen by dozen of passing motorists. A few people honked, while 
others yelled things out the window that we couldn't hear over the 
traffic. We just hoped there wouldn't be any cops. Once we turned the 
corner and made it to the entrance into our neighborhood we knew we 
were safe, both from police and from Chuck and Steve. I accompanied 
Tony as he rode home and then I split off to go back to my own house.
	"See you tomorrow morning," I said to Tony as I biked my diapered 
butt home.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 76
---------------------------

	I scheduled the meeting for 10:00 Saturday morning. I called all 
the boys that morning and reminded them to bring their money for the 
dues. As far as I knew, everybody would be able to come to the meeting. 
Derek, of course, wouldn't have any trouble making it to the meeting 
since he lived next door. Gina was coming over anyway and Bryce would 
be coming with her. Aaron's sister was going to drive him over to my 
house, which, unlike Lisa, she didn't mind doing this for her brother, 
anything that helped him to satisfy his diaper interests. The only ones 
who I wasn't sure could make it would be Nathan and Luke, since they 
would have to make the same mile-plus bike ride that Tony and I made 
yesterday. I called their house at about 9:30 just to make sure they 
were coming. His mother answered and said that they had left on their 
bikes, so I assumed that they were coming to my house. She then asked 
who I was.
	"My name's Chris," I said. "I'm a friend of Nathan's."
	"I don't know a Chris," his mother said. "You sound a little old 
to be one of his friends. Nathan's only nine."
	"He knows me from summer camp," I said.
	"Oh, okay," she said. I wasn't sure if I should explain to her 
that I had invited Nathan and Luke to my place for our first diaper 
club meeting.
	"Did you invite my boys over or something?" she asked.
	"Yeah, I did. Didn't they tell you about me?"
	"No," she said after a brief pause, sounding concerned. I thought 
that perhaps now I'd better explain what I was calling about.
	"I was over at your house yesterday to talk to Nathan and Luke 
about a diaper club that I am running," I said. "So they joined."
	"A DIAPER club?" his mother replied, sounding incredulous that 
such a club would exist.
	"Oh yes," I said affirmatively. "It's a club for older boys who 
wear diapers."
	"Well, as you probably found out yesterday my sons do wear 
diapers," his mother said.
	"Well, so do I," I said. "I met Nathan at the camp, remember?"
	"Oh yeah, of course," his mother said. She sounded like she 
wasn't quite comfortable talking to me.
	"Look, uh, Mrs. uhh, Larson," I said, trying to remember what 
Nathan's last name was. "I know you don't know me and we haven't met, 
but I'll tell you where I live so you know where Nathan and Luke are 
gonna be."
	When I told Nathan's mother where I lived she was surprised to 
realize that I lived so far away, at least far for kids to ride their 
bikes.
	"That's a long ways for my boys to be riding their bikes," she 
said. "I really wish I had known about this."
	"That's probably why they didn't tell you about it," I thought to 
myself.
	"Well, when they arrive, have them give me a call," she said.
	"Okay, will do," I said before I said goodbye and hung up the 
phone.
	Tony showed up first as I expected. He came over in just his 
freshly changed diaper and T-shirt. He helped me set things up out in 
the gazebo in the back yard, which was where we would be conducting 
meetings as long as the weather permitted. Once it got too cold to be 
outside in diapers, we would have to come up with something else. 
Incidentally, this was one of the topics on my otherwise informal 
agenda. We carried five patio chairs from the patio and set them up in 
front of the swinging bench that Tony and I would be sitting on. I also 
carried an old table that dad let me use from his workshop.
	"Thanks, Dad," I said to him as he had finished mowing the back 
yard. "I'll bring it back as soon as we're done."
	"Ahh, you can have it," my Dad said as he wiped his brow. "The 
damn thing's always in my way, anyway."
	It wasn't a bad table, just a few nicks and other marks that it 
had picked up from being out in the shop. Its surface was old, chipped 
and dusty, but a little paint could probably fix it up. The top even 
lifted off to open up a compartment underneath. I went back into the 
shop to grab a hammer to serve as a makeshift gavel. We had a few 
things to work out in getting things established.
	The first thing Tony and I did was to contribute our own share of 
the dues. I decided to use an empty baby wipes tub to serve as a bank 
for the club's money, which seemed appropriate enough. Tony had stuffed 
his money down into his sock since his diaper obviously had no pockets. 
I had already placed my money in the tub when Tony added his portion.
	To ensure that the money would remain available for the club's 
spending only, I designated Cindy to serve as the treasurer. A pocket-
sized spiral notepad was also kept in the tub to track collections and 
spending. Cindy and I would then each count the money in each other's 
presence after each collection of the dues and then she would put it 
away in her room and lock it in a place where I could not get to it, 
probably the same place where she and Lisa kept my pants most of the 
time.
	This was Cindy's idea, and at first I resented her not trusting 
me with the money. We had discussed it last night and we got into an 
argument over it, especially since I didn't feel that I could ever 
disgrace the diaper club by embezzling its funds. After thinking about 
it I apologized to Cindy and agreed to her idea. Deep down inside of 
me, I had to admit that I would be tempted to spend the money for 
myself in spite of my planned commitment and devotion to the diaper 
club.
	Derek showed up in the back yard shortly before 10:00 along with 
Steven and Jennie. They had come out the sliding door and had been 
through the house. Both Derek and Steven had shorts on, but it was easy 
to see that they were both diapered, especially Derek.
	"Didn't Lisa or Cindy take your shorts?" I asked Derek, expecting 
my sisters to have enforced the "pants off" rule that was required for 
meeting attendance.
	"I didn't see them," Derek said. "Your Mom answered the door and 
let us in."
	"Well then, in that case, I'll tell you to take your shorts off," 
I told Derek and Steven. With this, both Derek and Steven promptly 
removed their shorts and revealed their diapers. Derek had on a triple 
set of regular cloth diapers and Steven was also adorned in cloth 
diapers, the first time I had seen him wearing them. He appeared to be 
having a hard time walking in the much heavier diapers. Even as thickly 
as he was diapered, I could see that he was very wet and in need of a 
diaper change.
	"Wow, you *did* drink a lot of orange juice, didn't you?" Jennie 
said as she examined the puffed-out front of Steven's diaper.
	"I like oran' juice," Steven articulated.
	"I'll take those, thank you," Jennie said as she picked up both 
of her brothers' shorts. Suddenly a bunch of change spilled out of 
Derek's shorts.
	"Uh oh, that's my dues money!" Derek said as he picked several 
coins out of the freshly mown lawn.
	"My gosh, Derek, did you break your piggy bank or what?" Jennie 
asked her little brother.
	"Yeah," he said. "It's all I have."
	I kind of felt bad that I was expecting Derek to spend everything 
he had to pay his dues, especially knowing that his Mom didn't have a 
lot of money herself. Tony and I agreed to each pay half of Derek's 
dues since we each had more money. I went into the house to get more 
money. Tony agreed to pay me what he still owed since he didn't have 
any more money with him. I remember how I valued every last penny I had 
in my Mario bank (from the Mario Bros. video game) when I was seven. 
Derek held his shorts in one hand and put all the coins he picked up 
from the ground into the pocket. He then handed the shorts to Jennie, 
who then walked back towards the house.
	"Give them to Cindy or Lisa," I told Jennie as she walked back to 
the house carrying Derek's shorts. She just turned around and nodded. 
She escorted Steven with her as she was getting ready to go back to 
their house, indicating that she was going to change his diaper.
	Aaron was the next one to show up, right at ten o'clock. He came 
to the back yard in just diapers and a shirt. He could barely walk in 
all the diapers that he had on. Being that he was a couple years 
younger than me and his body was notably smaller, his diapers were 
proportionally thicker on him. Either his shorts or pants were taken at 
the front door or he didn't wear any on his way over, and from what I 
saw a couple days ago at Aaron's house I had a good feeling that the 
latter was the case. After asking Aaron I found myself to be correct, 
as Aaron proudly answered my inquiry. Aaron's oldest sister Diane also 
accompanied him. She was carrying Aaron's dues money for him since, of 
course she had pockets on her flirtatiously high-cut shorts. She 
giggled as she looked around and took in the sight of all the diapered 
boys all gathered in the back yard.
	"This looks so cute!" Diane remarked. "I've never seen so many 
older boys in diapers like this before." She had brought a camera with 
her and she proceeded to take several pictures of us boys running 
around in our diapers.
	"Save your film, we're just getting started, and there are two 
more coming still," I said to Diane.
	"My parents own a photography studio, remember?" Diane reminded 
me, implying that she had a free run on the supplies from her parents' 
place of business. "And since I know how to use the darkroom there, I 
can develop the film myself, so don't worry about who sees these 
pictures."
	Gina and Bryce showed up a few minutes later. Gina took the 
liberty of removing Bryce's shorts upon their arrival. Cindy then took 
Bryce's shorts.
	"Wait a minute," Bryce said. "I need my shorts back."
	"Too late, you're at the meeting now," Gina said, doing well to 
enforce the "pants-off" rule. "What do you want them for anyway?"
	"I have to pay my dues," Bryce explained.
	Gina then rummaged through the pockets of Bryce's shorts until 
she found the money he had brought along.
	"Here it is," Gina said as she handed Bryce the money. Bryce then 
made his deposit in the designated dues container and I recorded it on 
the notepad. Gina then folded up Bryce's shorts and tucked them under 
her arm. She then ran the shorts into the house to an unspecified 
location.
	At this point all of the sisters of the boys of our club were 
present. Diane and Jennie each introduced themselves to Gina. At this 
point all the girls had established acquaintance among themselves and 
they immediately recognized their common bond of being in charge of 
their respective brothers' diaper changes. It seemed that the girls 
almost had a club of their own established, the "Sisters of D.B.A." or 
something like that.
	"Are we allowed in on the meeting?" Gina asked.
	"Sorry, but this is our first meeting and it's for boys only," I 
said to the girls. "We'll call you girls when it comes time to change 
diapers."
	"Ahh, so that's our duty, I see," Diane said with a smile.
	"It's what we all do anyway," Lisa said.
	"Yep, you girls' job is to change our diapers and enforce the 
'no-pants' requirement," I said.
	"We don't have a problem with that. I've been doing that for 
almost four years now " Cindy said with a giggle as she had returned to 
the back yard. The girls all seemed to think our little club was silly 
and didn't seem to understand how serious I really was about getting it 
established.
	"You girls also get to run errands for us since we can't go into 
stores and places like that in our diapers," I said.
	"Excuse me?" Lisa said. "Like *what* errands?"
	"Oh, things like lunch, drinks, supplies," I said.
	"Oh, really?" Lisa said.
	"We're gonna need some stuff today, in fact," I said.
	"Okay, so who's gonna get it?" Lisa asked as she refused to be 
our go-fer.
	"Whoever runs an errand for us gets five bucks," I said.
	"I'll do it," Diane said. "I need to stop by the studio and 
develop some film anyway," she said.
	I gave Diane the list of things that I needed her to get. She 
looked it over and giggled.
	"Okay..." she said. "I'd like to know what you guys plan to do 
with the lah--"
	"Shh," I told Diane. "Don't tell them what it is."
	"Okay," Diane agreed, sounding even more amused by the fact that 
I didn't want her to say what I had written on the list.
	Tony had went around behind the gazebo away from the other boys. 
I looked at him and I could see him standing there trying to suppress 
his laughter. His shoulders were bouncing and he was covering his 
mouth.
	"What is my sister getting for us?" Aaron asked.
	"It's a surprise," I said, doing my damnedest to keep a straight 
face. I went to the dues box to give Diane the money that she would 
need to make the requested purchases.
	"Are you coming back right away?" I asked Diane, knowing she had 
planned to do some film developing while she was out.
	"Sure," she said. So far only she knew what the secret purchase 
was going to be.
	"I'm going to feel silly buying these, though," she added. "No 
worse than buying tampons or rubbers, I suppose."
	Before Diane left, she asked me, "you still want me to get seven 
of these?" She was being careful not to disclose the secret items.
	"Oh yeah, the other two boys will show up, I hope," I said. "If 
not, we can still use them, anyway."
	Just as Diane was leaving, Nathan and Luke finally showed up. 
They bumped into Diane as each of them was passing through the gate. 
They noticed that in addition to Diane, my sisters and Gina were also 
there. Of course they didn't recognize that Lisa and Cindy were my 
sisters.
	"Are there girls in this club, too?" Luke asked, sounding a bit 
disappointed. "I thought it was only for boys."
	"Yeah, they're in the club-- sort of-- but they don't wear 
diapers, of course," I said. "They're just here to help out."
	"Help out?" Luke asked. "Like, doing what?"
	"Changing our diapers, getting stuff for us, like that one girl 
who left as you guys got here."
	"You mean, they're going to change our diapers?" Luke asked, 
sounding apprehensive. "But they're girls!"
	"Of course they're girls," I said. I had to keep in mind that 
Nathan and Luke had no sisters of their own and weren't accustomed to 
girls being in their presence while wearing diapers.
	"They're our sisters. I told you that my sisters change my 
diapers," I told Luke.
	"All of them are your sisters?" he asked.
	"No, just two of them," I said.
	"I wouldn't let a girl change my diapers," Luke said. He seemed 
uneasy about being here at the meeting. "I thought only boys were going 
to be here."
	"Hey, they all know what you got underneath, they've all seen us 
naked and covered in shit, so you guys aren't gonna be any different," 
I told Luke.
	"I know, it's just, well..."
	"Relax," I said. "You can change your own diapers if you want."
	"That's good," Luke said, sounding relieved.
	"Sorry we're late," Nathan apologized. "We didn't think that it 
was so far to your house."
	"That's all right," I said. "I'm just glad you guys made it. I 
was beginning to wonder."
	"Here's our dues money," Nathan said as both he and Luke said as 
they tried to reach into their pockets to get their money. Their thick 
diapers underneath their shorts made their pockets inaccessible as 
their diapers exerted so much pressure on the pockets. The only obvious 
solution to this problem was, of course, for them to remove their 
shorts.
	"Okay guys, lose the shorts," I told them. As I expected, they 
were hesitant to take their shorts off because of all the girls who 
were there.
	"You serious?" Luke asked.
	"Yep, club rules," I stated, though in a lighthearted tone.
	"Hey, the rest of us are in our diapers," Aaron said, being the 
most qualified among us-- alongside myself-- to make such a statement. 
He flaunted his much-diapered state by doing a three-sixty in front of 
Luke.
	Lisa then came up to Luke as she became aware of his discomfort 
over shedding his shorts.
	"Come on, take 'em off!" Lisa said.
	"Yeah, we're used to it!" Cindy said. "Besides, we can see your 
diapers showing through those shorts anyway."
	Nathan then unfastened his shorts, exposing the Thickies diaper 
that he had on.
	"I had to wear my brother's old shorts so that they'd fit over my 
diaper," Nathan explained how he got his shorts to fit.
	"I had to wear my dad's shorts," Luke said. "He's bigger than me, 
so his shorts fit. I had to sneak them from his closet."
	Nathan then continued taking his shorts down, fully revealing his 
diapers. He had his shorts off and thus was able to get the money from 
the pocket. The girls all clapped and cheered as if Nathan were one of 
the Chippendales or something, except that Nathan's undergarment 
contained much, much more fabric. Lisa took the honors in removing the 
unneeded article of clothing from the vicinity.
	"Those are my shorts, you know," Luke reminded Lisa as she 
carried the shorts into the house.
	"You'll get 'em back," Lisa assured him. "Just not right now."
	"Come on, Luke, don't be a party pooper," Nathan tried to 
encourage his older brother.
	"Just be a pooper, that's good enough for us," Gina remarked with 
a smile.
	"Do I have to strip down to just my diapers?" Luke asked.
	"Of course you do," I said to him. "You wear them around at home, 
don't you?"
	"Yeah, but nobody sees me there," he said. "There's three girls 
who will see me."
	"That's the idea!" I said.
	"What's the idea?" Luke asked.
	"Here's the idea, Luke," I said as I began to explain to him. 
"You see, by being in just your diapers, it calls more attention to the 
fact that you wear diapers. Most people aren't used to seeing older 
boys like us in diapers, so of course, we stand out. If we hid our 
diapers and wore pants or shorts over them, we'd be just like anybody 
else and nobody would understand our purpose. I mean, take a look at 
Lisa and Cindy and Gina over there wearing their shorts. You really 
don't give much thought to how they eliminate their wastes, do you?
	"Uhh, not really," Luke said.
	"So, what's the first thought that comes to mind when you see 
them dressed like that?"
	"I'd say that they want to get boys to look at them," Luke said. 
I could tell that he himself was interested in how my sisters and Gina 
all looked in their skimpy summer attire.
	"Well, you're probably right, Luke," I said. "They want to make 
others think something about them by what they wear. We do the same 
thing by wearing just our diapers around as much as possible. When my 
sisters and Gina and Diane all see us in our diapers, this is an 
obvious and constant reminder to them and anyone else who sees us that 
we wear diapers, and we use them for their very purpose. Nobody can 
look at these thick diapers that we're wearing without also thinking 
about the fact that we pee and poop in them, and most of all, that we 
enjoy wearing diapers."
	"Oh, all right," Luke said as he finally gave in and took down 
his shorts. He looked behind him, noticing that all the girls were 
looking at him. Everybody was standing silently, waiting for Luke to 
take off his shorts.
	"You'll feel better once you get it over with," Nathan said. Luke 
apparently decided to keep his back turned to the girls, either because 
he didn't want to see them while he took his shorts off, or because he 
really wanted them to see him in diapers and he wanted to give them all 
a good look at his diapered-up butt. With his shorts partially down and 
exposing only the top half of his diapers, Luke stood there hesitantly. 
Unsuspecting of Cindy's presence, she sneaked up behind him. As he 
stood in the shade, Cindy had no shadow to give away her presence. She 
gave his shorts a hard yank and instantly brought them down to his 
ankles.
	"Need some help?" Cindy said after she executed her quick move.
	"Hey!" Luke shouted. The other girls were laughing. Luke looked 
very embarrassed now.
	"You look cute in diapers," Cindy said to Luke as she stood 
behind him. Of course she said this about all boys who were in diapers. 
She almost patted him on the butt, as if this were more of an impulse 
to her now, but apparently she decided at the last second not to push 
it.
	"Come on, you got your shorts off, so you can relax now," Cindy 
said to Luke. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
	"I feel like I'm going around in my underwear in front of 
strangers," Luke said as he stepped out of the shorts. "Girls, too."
	"Well, it is your underwear, very, very extreme underwear, but 
it's underwear," Cindy stated. She escorted him over to one of the 
chairs on the gazebo and offered him a seat. Cindy then pulled the 
money out of the pocket and handed it to me to deposit in the dues box 
while she took the shorts into the house. Tony and I sat down with Luke 
to assure him that we weren't trying to make him uncomfortable and that 
part of the idea of being in the club was to have fun with wearing 
diapers.
	"I know," he said apologetically. "And I want to have fun, since 
I love to wear diapers. I just didn't think all these girls would be 
here."
	"You knew that I have two sisters, didn't you?" I said.
	"Yeah, but I didn't think they were gonna be involved in this 
diaper club," he said.
	"I noticed you turned your butt to them when you were taking your 
shorts off," Tony said.
	"I didn't want to look at them while I was doing it," Luke said. 
Somehow I could tell that he really wanted to show them his diapered 
butt.
	"We like showing off our diapered butts," I said. "It's the part 
that stands out the most on our diapers, and it draws more attention to 
the fact that we shit in our diapers when we wear them."
	Luke blushed and then admitted that this was mainly the reason he 
chose to strip off his shorts in the manner that he did.
	"So you like having girls see you in diapers?" I said, sensing 
that Luke was easing up a bit.
	"It sounds weird, but I guess I do," Luke said as his face was 
red from blushing.
	"Hey, you're just like us," Tony said as he patted Luke's knee 
and then his back. "We feel that letting girls see us in diapers is a 
gesture to assert our feelings that diapers are a boys' thing. The 
girls get a kick out of it and they like to look at us, and it also 
gives them a good feeling knowing that they don't wear diapers. It 
makes them feel superior or something like that."
	"We both accept our roles mutually," I said.
	"You guys have thought about this a lot, haven't you?" Luke said.
	"Oh yeah, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm obsessed with 
diapers," I said. "That's why I started this club when I found out 
about it."
	It had been about forty-five minutes since I planned to start the 
meeting. Diane was still gone. I expected her to have come back sooner. 
As expected, being the first meeting, I figured things wouldn't get 
underway as I planned. It's not like any of us had to be anywhere. 
Seeing that Luke was feeling better, I told him and Nathan to call 
their mother.
	"Uh oh," Luke said. "How did she know we were coming here? How 
did she get your number?"
	"I called your house to see if you guys were coming, and she 
answered, so I told her who I was."
	"Oh man," Luke said as he slapped his forehead. "She's gonna 
shit. What did you tell her?"
	"I told her that I invited you guys over," I said. "I knew she 
was concerned where you two were going."
	"Did you tell her that it was for this diaper club thing?" Luke 
asked.
	"Yeah, I did," I said. "I hope this isn't a problem."
	"My Mom won't understand," Luke said worriedly. Nathan got up and 
said he would go call. He went into the house with Lisa escorting him.
	"I'm sorry," I said to Luke.
	"It's all right, Chris," Luke said. "I just don't know how to 
explain it to my Mom."
	"Well, she's letting you wear diapers now," I said. "You're 
better off than other kids who probably have to keep a secret all their 
lives until they move out."
	"She told me that I could wear them for the summer, but she wants 
me to go back to using the toilet and wearing underwear at school."
	"You're in the club, you don't wear underwear, and you don't use 
the toilet anymore," I said. "That means diapers all the time. Period."
	"I know," he said. "Looks like I've burned my bridge."
	"What's the worst she can do?" I asked him.
	"I dunno. It's actually more my Dad than her that I'm worried 
about. He thinks I'm nuts for wanting to wear diapers, since Nathan has 
to wear them. He thought Nathan was nuts when Nathan said he liked to 
wear them."
	"We'll stand by you and work this out for you," I assured Luke.
	"Thanks," he said.
	Nathan came back out to the gazebo.
	"What did Mom say, Nathan?" Luke asked.
	"She wants to come down here and find out what this is all 
about," Nathan said.
	"Shit," Luke said.
	"It's all right, relax," I told him.
	Diane returned with the items that I had sent her out to get. She 
brought to me a plain paper bag, which I placed in the storage 
compartment underneath the table so that the others wouldn't see what 
was in it.
	"Can I get a couple of you guys to help me?" Diane asked the 
girls as she had to make another trip to bring the rest of what I had 
sent her out to get. Gina and Cindy decided to assist. A moment later 
the three girls came back into the yard. They had delivered exactly 
what I had ordered. Cindy and Gina were each carrying two 64-ounce cups 
filled with Coke, while Diane handled three. The girls brought the huge 
drinks over to us.
	"Here ya' go, guys," Diane said as she and the other girls gave 
us our drinks.
	"Thanks," I told Diane.
	"Any time," she said. She took a couple more pictures of us all 
sitting in the gazebo and she had asked us to stand up for a couple 
shots to finish off the roll. She first had us pose for a frontal shot. 
Next we posed with our seven diapered butts turned to her while 
standing up. Lastly, she had us bend over and pull our shirts up for 
the final few shots that she took.
	"You guys will love these pictures!" Diane said to us as she left 
to get the film developed. I couldn't wait to see them!
	"So *this* was the big secret?" Nathan asked us. "Big-ass sodas?"
	"That's part of it," I said. "It's why we wear big-ass diapers."
	"You didn't like, put anything in these, did you?' Luke asked.
	"No, there's nothing in them but Coke, trust me," I said. Luke 
was still skeptical, but after seeing that everyone else was drinking 
their half-gallons of pop, Luke began to sip away at his straw.
	"Man, are my diapers going to be wet when I finish this!" Aaron 
said.
	"That's the idea," I said to myself. "Part of it."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 77
---------------------------

	Before the meeting was called to order we called for pizza to be 
delivered. We all agreed on pepperoni, and thanks to Lisa, she told us 
about a special two-for-one deal that they were doing at her place of 
work. Just as I was about to call in the order, Lisa asked me if she 
could place the order.
	"Sure," I said. "Just don't order something that we can't 
afford," I told her as I handed over the phone. She returned a sinister 
grin. I then demanded that she hand the phone back.
	"Come on, Chris, I'm kidding!" she said before she dialed the 
number to the pizza place where she worked. After the person answered, 
Lisa asked them, "Do you sell pizzas?" in an obvious fake voice, as if 
to sound like a typical customer.
	"Oh really? What sizes?... You have small, medium, *and* large?! 
Great! How big are they?... What kinds do you have?" Lisa continued 
asking stupid questions to mock the usual morons who called her there, 
apparently having fun with one of her unsuspecting co-workers. Her last 
question was, "They do come with cheese, right?"
	Lisa then decided the poor employee who took the call had enough 
of this torment and Lisa confessed after bursting into laughter.
	"Marcie, this is Lisa," Lisa continued to laugh as she returned 
to her natural voice. "I'm sorry... I knew it would be slow now... 
nope, I'm off this weekend, believe it or not. Just don't tell them I 
called since I told them I was going away with my parents this 
weekend... yes, I really am placing an order."
	Lisa ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and told them where to 
deliver them. It would be paid for out of the dues money, of course.
	"Just bring 'em out to the back yard, I'll leave the gate open... 
No, there's no dog, just a cat," Lisa said.
	Meanwhile, everyone got their diapered butts seated before Tony 
and me and the meeting was finally underway. Taking the hammer in my 
hand, I called the meeting to order. There were no major formalities at 
this point. I just followed some guidelines that were suggested in the 
binder. I still tried to make it sound official and important, though. 
Cindy videotaped the meeting for us. As it was our first meeting, I 
wanted to remember this day and have a complete record of it.
	"I hereby call to order the orientation meeting of the Boise 
Diaper Boys of America Diaper Club for Boys!" I shouted after I banged 
the "gavel" on the table. "I would like to welcome everyone to the 
club. Let's go around and introduce ourselves to the group and explain 
how we all got into wearing diapers."
	I started off by briefly summarizing my diaper history and 
explaining how my experiences led up to what has now become a tireless, 
endless obsession with diapers-- wearing them, using them, enjoying 
them and promoting them to other boys, while at the same time 
denouncing the expectation by parents that boys should be potty trained 
and forced to give up their diapers against their will when they want 
to wear them. I also reiterated my philosophies on wearing diapers 
which, of course, were congruent with the philosophies of the D.B.A. 
club itself. Everyone in the group was already aware of these 
philosophies and they all agreed with what I believed. If they didn't, 
they probably wouldn't have joined the club in the first place.
	Everyone else had his turn to speak before the group and explain 
what circumstances in their lives brought them here. There weren't any 
time limits and everyone was allowed to speak as long and as much as he 
wished. While there was no way to tell, every one of us likely had a 
hard-on from hearing each other's diaper histories spoken aloud. Not 
all of the boys knew each other as well as Tony and I knew them all. 
The others were allowed to ask questions. This open discussion helped 
to foster more unity among us. Everything was off to a good start.
	Next, Tony and I had each member sworn in to the D.B.A. club on a 
Thickies diaper, which Aaron was so kind to provide, having sacrificed 
one of his own brand new Thickies diapers to be used solely for this 
purpose. It was designated to be used now and also for swearing in 
future members, should we find any other boys interested enough and 
qualified to join the club. Each boy was sworn in individually. Tony 
folded the diaper and then placed it in the palm of my outstretched 
hand. I then held the folded diaper in my hand while each boy placed 
his hand on top of the diaper. I then recited one line at a time from 
the Official D.B.A. Diaper Boy Oath, which was then repeated by the 
member. It all seemed silly at first to do all this as I almost laughed 
myself, but we wanted to make this very real and official. At the end 
of this ceremony, I swore Tony in, and then he swore me in.
	Now came the time to carrying out the ceremony of destroying the 
toilets for each member's induction into the club. Of course all we had 
were the photocopies that were taken from the "No More Diapers" book 
that my parents still had, as if somehow, someday they would try to 
toilet train me again (sh-yeah, right!)
	As Tony handed a copy of the book cover to each of the boys I 
told them all my story about this book and the memories of it that were 
scarred permanently into my mind. They all enjoyed listening to my 
retelling these horrible experiences.
	We were to each burn the copies of the book cover, but we needed 
something to light them with first. Realizing that I hadn't brought out 
any matches, I went into the house and I went over to the fireplace to 
look for some matches. Lisa was in the house now.
	"What are you looking for?" she asked me.
	"Some matches," I answered while I was busy groping around the 
mantle.
	"Matches? What do you need matches for?" Lisa asked me as I 
turned my head around and noted the puzzled look on her face. I 
explained to Lisa how the matches were to be used.
	"Oh, brother!" Lisa sighed as she rolled her eyes. "And I do 
mean, 'oh, *brother!*'"
	Lisa went into her room and then she came back out with a 
lighter.
	"Here, use this," Lisa said as she started to hand me the 
lighter. I held my hand out, assuming she would give it to me, but 
instead she went behind me and dropped it down into my plastic pants 
and then pushed it down towards my crotch.
	"Hey!" I said as I reached down into the front of my plastic 
pants, hoping to retrieve the lighter from my front side. Lisa laughed 
as she watched me pull my plastic pants down so that the lighter would 
fall out of them and to the floor.
	"But bring it back. It belongs to Betty; she left it here."
	"She's not going to want it if you tell her where it's been," I 
said.
	"I know, that's the idea," Lisa said. "I should have stuck it 
down into your diapers, but you've got too many of them on-- that is, 
for what I just did-- and they're too tight for me to do that, anyway."
	"What does Betty need a lighter for, anyway?" I asked. Lisa 
looked at me as if I were being na�ve.
	"She's started smoking cigarettes now," Lisa said, sounding 
despondent. "Maybe I'll stick her next pack she gets down into your 
diapers so she'll not want them."
	While Lisa was trying to make light of her feelings about Betty 
by her suggestion, I could tell that this was bothering her. I was 
taken aback by hearing this. Betty didn't strike me as the type who 
would smoke. If anything, Lisa seemed more apt to pick up the habit 
herself for some reason.
	Trying to ignore what I had just been told about Betty, I took 
the lighter back out to the back yard with me. I commenced the ceremony 
by taking my copy of the book cover and setting it on fire. I held it 
for as long as I could before dropping it to the ground. In seconds it 
was nothing more than a pile of blackened paper embers. In my 
imagination I envisioned the embers as chunks of porcelain from a 
toilet that I had just smashed to pieces with a sledgehammer. I told 
the other boys to pretend that they are smashing a toilet when burning 
their copies of the book cover. Tony lit his on fire. He then passed 
the lighter to Aaron, who laughed as he thought about breaking a 
toilet. Next was Bryce's turn to physically incinerate his 
representation of a toilet, while at the same time symbolically 
incinerating any further expectations to ever use a toilet again. Next 
came Derek's turn, followed by Nathan and then, lastly, Luke.
	"This is kind of silly," he said as he lit his copy of the book 
cover on fire. He held it too long and the flames touched his hand.
	"Oww!" he said as he suddenly dropped the flaming paper.
	"Well, let go of it sooner, dummy!" Nathan said to him just like 
any brother would do. By the time we were done the wood slat floor of 
the gazebo was covered in ashes. I grabbed a hose and washed them down 
into the cracks.
	"So, are we members now?" Luke asked. He wasn't quite as 
enthusiastic about all the ceremonial stuff we were doing as the other 
boys were, but I felt confident that he would come around eventually. 
At least he took his shorts off and he was in just his diapers like the 
rest of us.
	"I got one more thing for you guys," I said.
	"What?" Nathan asked.
	"We'll do it after we eat the pizza," I said. A couple minutes 
later the pizza delivery person showed up, having come through the gate 
as instructed. Lisa must have seen her pull up to the house, as she had 
come out to the back yard to greet the delivery driver and to direct 
her over to the gazebo.
	"My brothers are having a club meeting," Lisa explained with some 
embarrassment as she introduced her work acquaintance to us.
	"Oh my God! Why are they all wearing diapers?!" she asked as she 
stood before us and stared.
	"It's a long story, Mandy," Lisa said. "If I get time to explain 
at work I will."
	"Who are all these boys?" she asked.
	"My brother and his friends," Lisa replied.
	"Your brother and his friends wear diapers!" she said. "This is 
like, weird, but a good sort of weird, but still weird. Which one's 
your brother?"
	"The blonde one whose butt looks about twice as big on the 
outside as it really is," Lisa responded as she pointed to me.
	"Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I can assure you that I 
don't wear diapers," Lisa explained in spite of the fact that her high 
and tight-fitting shorts clearly proved this. She and Mandy, the pizza 
delivery driver, both had a good laugh over this statement.
	"I hear stories from other drivers about the people they see on 
their runs all the time, but this one will definitely take the cake!" 
Mandy remarked. "Wait'll I tell them about it! We even keep a notebook 
in the break room for people to write these things in!"
	"Just don't tell them that it's my brother and his friends, 
okay?" Lisa said urgently. Mandy promised not to attribute her "weird-
delivery-run-sighting" story to Lisa. Lisa then looked over at me.
	"Well, Chris, don't just stand there with your thumb up your-- 
wait, never mind-- you got too many diapers on to do that. Pay her!"
	"Okay!" I said. I went to the money stash and handed Mandy the 
money for the pizza. Mandy then handed me the change. I started to take 
the change back with me when Lisa stopped me.
	"Hold it!" Lisa said as she grabbed two dollars out of my hand.
	"What?" I said, feeling confused. "Did she give me too much 
change back?"
	"Gotta tip her, you know," Lisa said as she handed Mandy the two 
dollars.
	"Thanks," Mandy said to Lisa. "Nice meeting you boys!" she said.
	"See ya later, Mandy, thanks!" Lisa yelled across the yard as the 
driver left. I opened both pizza boxes and we all grabbed a piece. 
Lisa, Cindy and Gina all helped themselves to a slice, too.
	"Hey, this is our pizza!" I said as I sat up to close the lids on 
the pizza boxes.
	"But we're part of this club, too, remember?" Lisa said as she 
stuffed a slice into her mouth.
	"Yeah, we're your designated diaper changers!" Cindy said.
	"You didn't pay any dues," I said.
	"Of course not," Lisa said. "Why should we pay dues? That's like 
paying your boss to work for him."
	"Huh?" I said.
	"You see, Chris, by being your designated diaper changers, we're 
providing you boys a service, for which we should be paid, you get it?"
	"But you all change our diapers all the time anyway," I said.
	"True, but that's just my responsibility as your sister," Lisa 
said. "The club's a different story."
	Lisa was satisfied when she saw that she had proven herself to be 
right in this argument as I resigned myself to letting her and the 
other girls each have a slice of the pizza.
	"I knew you'd see it my way," Lisa said as she walked away.
	While we were in the middle of eating our pizza, Nathan's and 
Luke's mother showed up like she said she would. She came into the back 
yard and she called Nathan and Luke over to her. They stuffed the last 
of their pizza slices into their mouths before they nervously got up 
and approached their mother, who was not so patiently waiting by the 
gate. Her arms were folded and she was tapping her toe. This didn't 
look good.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 78
---------------------------

	I tried to listen in on what Nathan's and Luke's mother was 
saying to them, but from across the yard and with the other boys 
talking I couldn't make out a single word. A moment later she came 
across the yard with her two boys and she approached the gazebo.
	"Which one of you boys is Chris?" she asked.
	"That would be me," I said as I raised my hand.
	"Just what is this, uhh, diaper club that my boys are in?" she 
asked me as I approached her. She looked down at my thick, bulging 
diapers, apparently amazed by their magnitude.
	"I told you, Mrs. Larson, it's a club for boys who wear diapers," 
I said to her. "We're all here to have fun with wearing diapers."
	Mrs. Larson asked me a few more questions about me and she wanted 
to know why I liked to wear diapers so much that I would start a club 
for boys who like to wear diapers. I told her that I hated toilet 
training and I didn't want to give up my diapers, and that my parents' 
efforts to get me out of diapers only further reinforced my desire to 
wear them even more. I got my way a few years later and have been 
wearing diapers ever since I was eight years old.
	"Is your Mom or Dad around?" she asked.
	"Yeah, I'll get my Mom," I said. I ran into the house and asked 
Mom to come out and talk to Mrs. Larson. They stood on the patio, 
having to stand because we took all the chairs out to the gazebo. I 
stood there with Nathan and Luke to find out what would happen.
	After they introduced each other, Mrs. Larson asked my Mom about 
me and the diaper club, as if my Mom would have told her anything 
different than what I told her. Maybe Mrs. Larson wanted to hear it 
from another grownup instead of some diapered up and smelly stinky-butt 
twelve-year-old boy like myself.
	"He's *always* been obsessed with diapers," my Mom said very 
openly. "Some boys like Ninja Turtles, some boys like Batman-- my boy 
likes diapers. *Everything* he does has to do with diapers. He *hated* 
toilet training and he was always pooping his pants after we supposedly 
finally got him out of diapers-- ha ha. We gave up on him when he was 
eight years old and we told him that he had to wear diapers from now 
on, hoping he'd change his mind about the whole thing. The only thing 
that's been changed since then is his diapers. Your boys obviously wear 
diapers, too."
	"Yes, but Nathan has a condition that requires that he wear them. 
Luke wanted to wear them, too, so I thought I'd let him, mainly just to 
help his brother feel better about it. I just didn't think my boys 
would take things this far with wearing diapers. Why do you allow Chris 
to indulge in his diaper interests so much?" Mrs. Larson asked.
	"What good would it do to not let him?" my Mom said. "It's what 
makes him happy and he and his friends all have fun with it. They're 
not hurting anyone or themselves, and best of all, they're staying out 
of trouble."
	"You got a point there, Mrs. Barrett," Mrs. Larson said. "But I'm 
still not so sure what the purpose of this little diaper club is."
	"It's just a club that allows boys like my son to get together 
with other boys who wear diapers like he does. They're not going to 
find very many kids who will accept them otherwise, so having a group 
like this is probably actually a good thing for them," my Mom said.
	"Yeah, Mom, it's kind of like summer camp," Nathan said. "What 
makes this any different?"
	"Because at summer camp you do a lot more than just talk about 
diapers," she said.
	"Come on, Mom," Luke pleaded. "What's so wrong with us talking 
about diapers?"
	"Well, it's not really that, it's just that I wish you boys would 
have told me about this before you got involved. I think you've let 
this diaper thing go too far, Luke. You don't mean to seriously tell me 
that you're going to stop using the toilet completely, are you?"
	Luke looked at me, as if he wanted me to say something. I really 
wasn't sure what to say. His mother then looked at me.
	"You let me wear them all summer," Luke said to his mother. "I'm 
not just doing it because Nathan wears them. I like wearing diapers, 
Mom."
	"Even to the extent of wearing them to school?" she asked him. 
"Nathan can tell you that wearing diapers in school is not an easy 
thing to put up with day after day."
	"What have I got to lose? Everybody at school thinks I'm a dork, 
anyway," Luke said as he took off his glasses for a moment. "Chris and 
these guys are the nicest kids I have ever met."
	"I just wish I had known about this, and I wish you boys could 
have at least told me what you were doing," she said to them.
	"We're sorry, Mom," Luke apologized. "I just didn't know what you 
would think of me joining a diaper club like this."
	"I know it isn't easy to accept at first," my Mom said. "But if 
Luke is like Chris, you won't ever change his ways."
	"I just don't want to change his diapers," Mrs. Larson added.
	"It took us awhile to accept it, too," my Mom said. "I'm not 
saying that you *should* accept it now, but you just have to try to 
understand that Luke has certain feelings that we don't understand. 
Perhaps it's because they're boys, so like they say, boys will be 
boys."
	There was about ten seconds of silence that was only broken by 
the gentle breeze and the chirping of birds.
	"So, does this mean we can't be in the club anymore?" Luke asked 
his Mom.
	"We'll talk about it when you boys get home," their mother said 
as she was about to leave. At least she didn't say no, and she didn't 
make Luke and Nathan go with her when she left.
	"I have to run some errands. I expect you boys to be home by the 
time I get there," she said.
	"Okay, Mom," Luke said. "How long will you be?"
	"Don't push your luck, be home right away," she said. "I'd make 
you boys come with me, but you have all those diapers on and I don't 
have time to take you boys out of them. I hope you wore some shorts 
over here."
	"Yes, Mom, we did," Luke said.
	"And be careful crossing the street over there!" she warned her 
sons. "There's lots of traffic out today!"
	"Yes, Mom!" Luke groaned, annoyed by his mother's incessant 
nagging.
	"Nice talking to you, Mrs. Larson," my Mom said to her as she 
left. She just waved and didn't say anything back to my mother as she 
went out through the gate.
	I resumed the meeting at this point and apologized to the group 
for the interruption. I was glad to see that there was some pizza left, 
so I had another slice, now only lukewarm at this point.
	"Okay, boys, this is it," I said as I reached for the bag I had 
placed under the table. I gave Cindy the cue to videotape this event 
since I would need a record of it.
	"What do have there?" Bryce asked me.
	"You'll find out," I said. I reached into the paper bag and 
pulled out a box of laxative pills.
	"What are those for?" Derek asked me.
	"They're laxatives, the big secret that I didn't tell you about 
earlier," I answered. "They make you poop like there's no tomorrow."
	"Are we gonna take them?" Luke asked.
	"Of course, it's part of your initiation. Why do you think I had 
Diane get us such big-ass drinks?"
	"Do we have to do this?" Luke asked.
	"If you want to be officially recognized as a club member," I 
said.
	"It doesn't matter since we're all in diapers anyway," Aaron 
said. "I could take the whole box and these diapers would handle it!" 
Aaron stood up and spanked his own diapered butt just to demonstrate 
how heavily he was diapered.
	"My diaper's already wet," Derek said.
	"Mine, too," Nathan added.
	"We're all going to get diaper changes before we take the 
laxatives," I said. I handed the laxatives to Tony while I went to get 
Lisa. Cindy and Gina to change diapers for the initiation. All three of 
the girls had been told about this and they knew what to do. It took 
all three of them to bring out all the diapers that we would need. I 
videotaped them walking out to the back yard. Each of them had an 
armload of diapers. Some of them were my older diapers that no longer 
fit me, but they would fit Derek and Nathan. Aaron was exempted from 
the pre-initiation diaper change as was myself because we both had on 
such big and thick sets of diapers compared to the other boys, who 
would all soon be in similarly heavy diapers. The diaper changes were 
also included on the video, but only after each boy had his genitals 
covered up by the diapers. The club rules stated that while videos and 
photos could be taken at the meetings, in no case were we to show any 
of the boys naked.
	"We need to get going soon," Luke said. "My Mom said for us to 
come home."
	"This won't take very long," I said. "Besides, once the laxatives 
kick in, you'll probably want to leave your diapers on awhile."
	"Maybe I'd better not take laxatives," Luke said, sounding 
reserved. "Mom will get mad if she finds out."
	Nathan encouraged Luke, however.
	"Just tell Mom that you got diarrhea, and that will give you the 
perfect excuse to keep wearing diapers."
	"Okay, I'll do it," Luke said, convinced to proceed with the 
initiation.
	"Gotta get your diapers changed first, then take the laxative, 
not the other way around," I said. "No point putting the cart before 
the horse, if you know what I mean."
	With the early afternoon sun high in the sky, there was only a 
little bit of shade in the back yard. In this small area where we were 
shielded from the hot sun was where the girls had set things up for our 
diaper changes.
	"Okay boys!" Lisa shouted. "Who'd like his butt to be diapered up 
by me?"
	Derek volunteered and went to Lisa first. He would not be 
disappointed by the time she got done pinning onto him more diapers 
than he had ever worn before. Cindy then diapered Tony, who agreed to 
wear cloth diapers for the initiation, putting him on an equal level 
with the rest of us. After all, as Directors, we had to initiate 
ourselves. Gina, of course, diapered Bryce, sparing nothing in the 
amount of thickness she applied to his diapers. Within minutes all 
three of the boys were wearing some very thick diapers with extra 
layers placed in the center, running all the way from the front through 
the crotch and back up to the seat. Derek's diapers looked 
disproportionately huge on his small seven-year-old body. They came up 
to his chest in the front and they went even higher over his butt.
	Cindy finished diapering Tony at about the same time Lisa got 
Derek into the massive diapers that I knew she would put on him. We 
told the girls how many diapers to use, but Lisa would never settle for 
the minimum, of course. This was evidenced by Derek's difficulties that 
he dealt with in walking while wearing the ultra-thick diapers.
	Next came Nathan's turn to be diapered, and Cindy had the honors. 
This left Luke, who, as I expected, was reluctant to allow anyone, 
especially Lisa, to diaper him. Lisa looked at him, indicating her 
eagerness to put the tall stack of diapers that remained before her 
onto him.
	"I don't know if you want to change me or not," Luke said.
	"Why not?" Lisa said. "Been doing it for years, you know."
	"Well, I'm uhh, I'm uhh, well, more than wet," he said.
	"That never stopped me from changing Chris all these years, and 
believe me, he's never 'just wet.'"
	Luke slowly went over to Lisa and he lay himself down on the 
grass. He still appeared nervous.
	"Relax," Lisa said to him gently as she looked at him while 
suspending her large body above him. Her loose T-shirt and lack of 
brassiere gave Luke a good glimpse at Lisa's bare breasts, which I was 
sure he enjoyed seeing, but he would have never, ever told me about it.
	Lisa began to remove his diapers. She went about it more slowly 
than she did with me. Perhaps she knew that he would enjoy it and she 
wanted him to savor the experience. She got down to the last diaper and 
unpinned it, revealing a diaper full of piss and shit. The removal of 
the last diaper also revealed Luke's true feelings to getting a diaper 
change from a girl. He held his hand over his stiff, pre-pubescent 
penis. Lisa then moved his hand out of the way.
	"Now, now, you stop that!" she said in a way to indicate she was 
not upset, but to make him feel more at ease. "Your dick looks the same 
as any other boy's, and they all react the same way to getting a diaper 
change, too."
	"I can't help it that it does that," Luke said in an embarrassed 
tone, realizing that he had no control over his reaction to the visual 
stimulation of Lisa's nearly exposed chest as well as the tactile 
arousal brought on by her wiping the poop off his butt.
	"It's gotta be doing it for a reason," Lisa smiled. Seeing that a 
patch of sunlight was coming through the trees and shining down on his 
naked body, Lisa pointed out the small shadow that his dick cast upon 
her hand.
	"You'd make a good sundial," Lisa quipped, much to the amusement 
of the other girls who were watching. "Looks like it's 12:00 straight 
up, uhh, no pun intended, of course," Lisa added, referring to Luke's 
erection.
	"You're close, 12:15," Cindy said as she looked at her own watch.
	"We'll protect it from sunburn now," Lisa said as she began to 
fold and stack up the first of many more diapers that were destined for 
being pinned up onto Luke for the next several hours.
	Now that everyone was super-diapered, we were ready to take the 
laxatives. In fairness, Tony and I each took a laxative tablet 
ourselves. Then, one at a time, the rest of the boys took their pills. 
Luke, of course, was being a holdout. He held the pill in his hand and 
studied it closely, contemplating the irreversible consequences to 
ensue following his taking of the pill. With the rest of us boys as 
well as the girls standing around him, this pressured him into 
swallowing the pill. We cheered as he ingested it. He was at the point 
of no return now.
	"Okay, now we're ready!" I said as Tony and I began to lead the 
boys over to the gate.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 79
---------------------------

	"Where are we going?" Luke asked.
	"We're going out to the street," I said as I opened the gate.
	"What? In our DIAPERS?!" Luke said.
	"Of course!" I replied.
	"Then what?" Luke asked, sounding apprehensive.
	"Each of you has to walk to the corner and back," Tony said. We 
led the boys out to the front of the house where the neighborhood kids 
could see us all standing in the driveway in our diapers. While they 
had gotten used to seeing Tony and me, they were surprised to see that 
there were now seven of us. Some of them were laughing. Luke hid behind 
me.
	"They're laughing at us, Chris!"
	"let 'em laugh," I said. "They don't know what fun they're 
missing out on by not wearing diapers."
	Tony and I escorted the five other boys to the sidewalk. Cindy 
followed us out there with the video camera to record this, the final 
stage of the initiation.
	"Okay, guys, you all have to walk down to the corner and back," I 
said as I pointed to the end of the street down a ways from our house. 
Derek apparently wasn't looking where I was pointing. He looked the 
other way at the nearest corner and said, "Oh, I guess that's not too 
bad."
	"No, no, Derek," I said as I turned him around. "*That* corner," 
I pointed.
	"My Mom won't let me go that far," he said.
	"Your Mom's not home, is she?" Tony asked him.
	"No, but Jennie is," he said.
	"I heard her playing in the back yard with Steven," Tony pointed 
out. "You'll be fine."
	"You might as well go first and get it over with," I told him, 
being that he was concerned about getting caught going beyond where he 
was allowed to play.
	"Is anyone going with me?" he asked.
	"Nope, you gotta go alone," I said. "We'll stand here and watch."
	Tony and I stood on the sidewalk and watched Derek begin the long 
walk down to the corner. He appeared nervous when he realized that the 
other kids who were out in the street were looking at him. He stared at 
his house and made sure that Jennie would not see him go out of his 
bounds. After he was past his house he was in front of Mr. Miller's 
house. Mr. Miller was the old fart I had a run-in with earlier this 
summer when I riled his dog while going over to Derek's house. Mr. 
Miller was outside tending to his yard when Derek walked by. I couldn't 
tell what Mr. Miller said to him, but I know it bothered Mr. Miller 
every time he saw any of us going around in diapers.
	Derek kept going, all the way to the corner. He then came running 
back, apparently wanting to get this initiation thing over with.
	"Congratulations!" I said. "Derek is now officially a member of 
the D.B.A. Diaper Club!" I announced to everyone. They all applauded.
	"So, what do I get for doing this?" he asked.
	"You'll get your card, pin and then your shirt," I said. "After I 
send in the proof of everyone attending the orientation meeting and 
participating in the initiation they will send some pins with the club 
logo and your names on them. Then they'll send us all some shirts later 
on."
	"That's what we're videotaping everything for," Tony explained. 
"They need us to send proof of you guys participating."
As it turned out, his haste was brought on by the laxative going to 
work on him. He mentioned that he had already pooped in his diapers a 
lot.
	"Really? I can't see a thing back there, just lots of white 
cloth," I remarked as I looked at Derek's butt.
	"How long will the pill last?" Derek asked.
	"I don't know, but I'd leave those diapers on for awhile if I 
were you," I advised him. For now, I issued Derek his temporary 
membership card. Included with the materials in the club binder were 
several pre-printed membership card blanks to be filled out and issued 
to each member upon completion of the orientation.
	Bryce decided to go next. He strolled down the sidewalk as we 
stood and watched him traipse right on past Mr. Miller's place. This 
time Mr. Miller ran out to the sidewalk and yelled at Bryce.
	"You kids get some pants on!" he shouted. Bryce turned around to 
look at him and then he kept going. Mr. Miller shook his head in 
disgust as he returned to whatever it was he was doing. After a few 
minutes, Bryce had made his way to the corner and back. On his return 
trip he got Mr. Miller's attention. He bent over in front of his yard, 
as if to be mooning him with his diapers.
	"Oh shit!" Bryce interjected as he started running. Mr. Miller 
was right behind him with his hose with a nozzle attached. He sprayed 
water at Bryce, hitting him squarely on the butt with the water stream.
	"Hey, kid, your diaper's wet! Better go get it changed!" Mr. 
Miller said wryly as he felt satisfied in having gotten back at Bryce.
	"It already is!" Bryce said back. He came back to my house. The 
back of his shirt was wet and water was dripping from his plastic 
pants.
	"What an asshole, that Mr. Miller!" I said. "I can't believe he 
did that!"
	"It's okay,," Bryce said. "My plastic pants kept most of the 
water from hitting my diapers, and besides, they're wet and poopy, 
anyway."
	"Bryce is now a member of the D.B.A. Diaper Club!" I announced as 
I shook his hand and handed him his card.
	"Who's next?" Tony asked.
	"How about you, Nathan, and Luke?" I said.
	"Guys, we gotta get going, we're in deep shit enough as it is," 
Luke said.
	"After those laxatives kick in I'll really be in deep shit, get 
it?" Nathan laughed. I had to agree it was a cute little play on words.
	"Well, we can always do this next time we have a meeting," I said 
to Luke and Nathan. They went into the house to get their shorts and to 
get their super thick diapers taken off. They were put back into the 
diapers they had on when they came over, which had been washed.
	In the meantime Aaron took his turn in the initiation. While he 
was also inhibited at first, he was quickly getting used to other 
seeing him in his diapers, which he enjoyed. With this, he happily 
trotted down the sidewalk singing out loud his own version of the Pull-
Ups jingle:

I'm a big boy, look what I can do!
I can shit my diapers, too!
I piss in them with great delight!
I wear them ev'ry day and night!

They're always so tightly pinned on!
Mommy, wow! I'm all dia-pered now!

	Aaron only gave us an abbreviated version of the song while 
walking down the sidewalk. He had a much longer version of it, however, 
which he shared with the club afterwards. For now, Aaron had to go 
through with the initiation just like everybody else. Having seen what 
Mr. Miller did to Bryce, Aaron decided to have some fun. He also mooned 
Mr. Miller with his diapers and riled up the old coot.
	"Come wet my diapers for me!" Aaron said before he stood back up 
and fled as Mr. Miller went after him. Aaron kept running the same way, 
going to towards the corner. He was out of range of Mr. Miller's hose. 
The old man saw us standing at the end of our driveway and he walked 
towards us.
	"Listen, you boys," he said while staring me straight in the 
eyes. "I'm getting mighty tired of seeing you all running up and down 
the street in them damn diapers!"
	"What's wrong with that?" Tony asked.
	"It's indecent, and it's disgusting!" Mr. Miller said in a gruff 
voice as he adjusted his oil-stained John Deere cap. His breath reeked 
of cigarette smoke. Half his teeth were missing, and the ones he did 
have were all yellow. And he's calling us boys disgusting because we 
wear diapers and use them. Sheesh!
	"Boys your age shouldn't be wearing diapers!" he said.
	"But who's to say that we can't?" I asked him. He was wanting to 
talk, so rather than antagonize him I gave him a chance to find out why 
we were in diapers.
	"What the hell is this, some type of club?" Mr. Miller asked me 
as he looked at all of us.
	"Why yes, Mr. Miller, as a matter of fact, it is," I said in a 
smart-ass tone.
	"Don't you get sassy with me, young man!" he said as he shook his 
finger in front of me. "I have a good mind to give you a whipping!"
	"Good luck," I said while stifling a chuckle. "You'd never get 
all these diapers off!" I said as I turned my butt to him.
	"This club is to let people like you know that there are older 
boys in this world who wear diapers," Tony said to Mr. Miller.
	"Well I don't like it!" he said.
	"Fine, you don't like it. That doesn't mean we're gonna stop," 
Tony said.
	We tried to get rid of Mr. Miller, but he stood there and kept 
telling us how he felt about us going around in diapers. He then 
rambled on about the problems with today's youth. We all tuned him out 
and didn't pay any attention to him. We would have gone in the house or 
to the back yard, but Aaron had not yet come back from the corner.
	When Aaron came back he had picked up the hose in Mr. Miller's 
yard. He held his finger to his mouth, telling us to be quiet and not 
give any indication to his presence. We knew exactly what he was going 
to do. He aimed the hose at Mr. Miller. Then, in a old and daring move, 
he sprayed Mr. Miller in the back.
	"Goddammit!" he said as he turned around and chased Aaron. Aaron 
couldn't run very fast in his thick diapers, but he got away from Mr. 
Miller. Aaron then ran into Mr. Miller's back yard, antagonizing hid 
dog. Where he went after that, we didn't know.
	"Let's go to the back yard, guys," I said as Tony and I led 
everyone back through the gate. Aaron was already back there, having 
come down the alley and back into our yard through the back gate.
	"Aaron, after a stunt like that, I'd definitely say that you're a 
member!" I said, not that I had any doubts that he would have any 
problems becoming a member being the diaper freak that he is.
	Since it was getting late in the afternoon and everyone was 
getting tired I gave everyone their club project as assigned by the 
activities listed in the manual. For our next meeting we were to all 
write an essay in our feelings about toilet training, which we would 
then discuss when we gathered again.
	We were all hot and thirsty, so we went into the house to get 
some ice water. Mom and Dad were busy getting their suitcases packed 
and ready to leave for the Oregon coast. Their 18th anniversary was 
going to be tomorrow. They decided to go a week before Labor Day and 
beat the travel rush, so it was a good time for them to leave. They 
would be gone until Monday. Mom called me into the front room and asked 
me how much longer the boys would be staying here.
	"They'll probably be going home soon," I said.
	"I want them gone before your father and I leave," Mom said.
	"Okay," I said. I told everyone that the meeting would be 
adjourning shortly. I was ready for a nap anyway as being out in the 
sun all afternoon took its toll on me. We took our ice water out to the 
back yard with us. There was more shade back there now as it was 
getting later in the afternoon.
	"Keep yourselves thickly diapered," I told all of the boys. "If 
the laxatives haven't gotten you yet, they will."
	"I need to be changed, bad," Derek said as he rubbed his hands 
over his bottom. "I think I'll go home now and have Jennie clean me 
up."
	"Tell her to diaper you up really good!" I said to Derek as he 
finished his glass of ice water and went back home.
	"How are everyone else's diapers doing?" I asked them all.
	"I'd be in trouble without these cloth diapers on," Tony said as 
he tugged at one of the many pins that were inserted into the heavy 
stack of cotton wrapped around his waist.
	"So does that mean you're a convert now?" I asked Tony, hoping 
that maybe he would wear cloth diapers more often now.
	"Maybe," he said. "I'd still miss my disposables, though," he 
added.
	"I hope you have a good supply of them at your house," I told 
him. I let him take some cloth diapers with him in case he decided to 
wear them or if he ran out of his disposables.
	Aaron called Diane to come pick him up. Diane had mentioned to 
him that she already had the pictures that she took of us this morning. 
Tony, of course, would just ride his bike back home in his diapers. 
Only Bryce would need a ride since Gina had already left for the day. 
Aaron assured Bryce that he could probably get a ride with him and 
Diane.
	"Thanks, Bryce said to Aaron.
	"I'd better get going," Tony said.
	"Diane's bringing the pictures she took of us," I told Tony. He 
agreed to stick around and wait for Diane to show up so he could see 
the photographs.
	When Diane showed up she showed us the photographs. They turned 
out very well. We passed them around and laughed at all the shots that 
she gotten of us. It was no surprise that Diane had a preference for 
getting pictures of our butts.
	"These are great!" I said to her. "How much would it cost for you 
to get duplicates made?" I asked her.
	"Keep 'em, they're a gift," Diane said.
	"Gee, th-thanks!" I said, surprised that she would just give me 
the pictures. She mentioned that she had so many pictures of Aaron in 
his diapers.
	"I have the negatives, anyway," Diane said. "I ran another batch 
for Aaron."
	"What if the others in the group want them?" I asked her. She 
said she'd see if her parents would negotiate a special deal.
	"So your parents know about all the pictures you take of Aaron in 
his diapers?" I asked Diane.
	"Of course they do," Diane said with a smile. "They let me use 
all the expired film. We can't sell it, but it still works."
	"Great!" I thought. I asked Diane if she could run another set of 
prints so I could send them to the club headquarters for inclusion in 
the monthly newsletter. She said she would be glad to do this.
	At this time the rest of the boys left. Bryce went home with 
Aaron and Diane. Diane even gave Tony a lift. She was such a nice girl. 
I wish she were my sister.
	Mom and Dad were ready to leave for the airport. Lisa was going 
to ride in with them so she could drive the car back home with her. I 
wanted to see them off, but I was a long ways from getting any pants or 
shorts on and they were needing to leave now. I was feeling rather 
tired anyway and I was thinking more about lying down in my crib at the 
moment. I gave Mom and Dad each a hug goodbye. Mom also gave me a kiss 
on the forehead and she patted my bottom. I hoped she wasn't doing this 
in case she got in a plane crash or something and would never see me 
again. While she did this out of affection, it was also her way of 
trying to detect how soiled my diapers were.
	"You've been wearing those diapers all day, haven't you?" Mom 
said to me.
	"Haven't been changed yet since this morning," I said.
	"I don't care how many diapers you wear Chris, there still comes 
a time when they need to be changed."
	"I know, Mom," I said. "I was busy with the meeting all day."
	"How did the little meeting go?" Mom asked me.
	"It was fun," I said.
	"That's good," Mom said. "Looks like you got some color out 
there." Mom pointed to the sunburn that I had.
	"Have Cindy put some aloe on you when she changes your diapers," 
Mom said.
	Before Mom left, she told me to be good and to obey Lisa and 
Cindy.
	"Yes, Mom, I said.
	"I don't want any sleepovers, and keep the house clean, too."
	"I will, I promise," I said.
	"Remember, Lisa is in charge."
	"I know," I groaned.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 80
---------------------------

	I had been in the same set of diapers for over eight hours and 
they bad become really wet from having peed out all sixty-four ounces 
of my drink from earlier, and then some. My diapers were also seriously 
soiled since the laxative tablet I took was working its magic. My 
entire butt was coated in wet poop as well as my lower back. I could 
feel it coming close to the top of my high diapers. The poop was so 
voluminous that the wide crotch of my diapers wasn't even enough to 
keep it out of my plastic pants. The poop was channeled up over my 
balls to the front of my diapers. Even the head of my hard dick was 
swimming in shit. I could only imagine how the other boys were doing 
with having taken the same laxative. Only Aaron had enough diapers on 
to handle as much poop as I was producing.
	In spite of the condition of my diapers I probably could have 
stayed in them until bedtime. I always wanted to see if I could go an 
entire day-- twenty four hours-- without a diaper change. My record to 
date is sixteen hours. I was changed at 8:00 AM that morning and then 
changed at midnight. The girls were "on strike" that day, but Mom 
finally made them change me.
	Every time I tried to break my record I was reminded of my reason 
to change my mind about pursuing this goal. Everything from my balls to 
my butt was itching and burning. I'll never forget the rash that I had 
after my last diaper-change marathon. My diapers were also getting very 
ripe and the contents were approaching the sewage stage; I smelled just 
as bad as a sewer pipe backup. The poop was actually leaking out of the 
wide crotch into the plastic pants. Forget breaking my record. It 
likely wasn't good enough for Guinness, and they would never print 
anything like this in their book anyway. I needed to be changed.
	Cindy looked at me sitting on the couch while I sipped down a 
glass of ice water. She noticed the brown stains at each side of my 
crotch.
	"Uhh, I think you need to be changed, Chris," she said.
	"What makes you say that?" I asked her as I looked down at my 
diapers.
	"Could it be that your diapers are leaking?" Cindy said. "It's 
been awhile since I have seen your diapers leak like that, as thick as 
you wear them now."
	She told me to go into my bedroom so that she could change me. I 
lay down on my changing pad and watched as Cindy gathered up the 
necessary supplies. She picked up the powder container and remembered 
that I had run out. She shook it just to make sure that it really was 
empty.
	"Shit, that's what I meant to do today," Cindy said. "Damn, 
Lisa's gone, too. Who knows how long they'll all be at the airport."
	"It's not that far to walk to the store," I told Cindy.
	"Yeah, I guess it's not that far," Cindy agreed. "And you do need 
your diapers changed-- now. I'll be right back."
	"Can you get me a Coke?" I asked Cindy.
	"The biggest, right?" she asked me.
	"Of course," I replied as I sat up and ran my hands over the 
crotch of my very wet diapers.
	"You're weird, Chris," Cindy said. "But I still love you."
	"Thanks," I said as I watched Cindy leave my room. She grabbed 
some money from the "emergency stash" that Mom and Dad left us for any 
incidentals that may come up while they were gone. Cindy then left the 
house and went to the supermarket. While she was gone I decided to 
watch the video from today's club meeting. I popped it into the VCR and 
sat back down on the couch. Cindy got lots of good shots of us boys 
romping around in their diapers. I especially liked the shots Cindy got 
of me. As I watched the video I felt my dick get hard. I began rubbing 
the front of my diapers, feeling the wet fabric of my diapers and my 
shit surrounding my penis. It felt so nasty, but so good, too.
	"God I look good in diapers!" I said out loud to myself as I 
repeatedly rewound and watched again the scenes where Cindy gave me the 
most uninterrupted camera time. I held the remote in my left hand while 
I stimulated my hard-on with my right hand. After watching this scene 
three times I left the tape run some more. Cindy got a good shot of me 
as I was bending over to tie my shoe. I decided to freeze the frame on 
this excellent shot. I slowly scanned the image from bottom to top. I 
started at the bottom of the screen with my shoes and then crew socks 
that went two thirds the way to my knees, followed by my bare thighs, 
and then at last, my butt with lots of thick white diapers all over it. 
The back of my head appeared at the top of the screen just above my 
rump as I started to bend down.
	I set the remote control down and then ran both of my hands over 
my diapers. I studied the picture and captured the scene in my mind as 
I closed my eyes and concentrated on this image while rubbing myself. I 
felt my balls and my dick coated in shit as I rubbed the front of my 
diapers faster and faster. Every now and then I opened my eyes to 
refresh the picture in my mind and then I would go back to jacking off. 
I became so consumed in myself and the way I looked in my diapers. Then 
at last came my reward that I had been waiting to feel all day long 
after being around the other diapered boys. I felt my dick tingling and 
throbbing as I shot cum into the mixture of pee and poop in the front 
of my diapers. I continued to stoke myself after I felt the initial 
jolts of semen, savoring the sensation of shit around my shaft, trying 
to masturbate after ejaculation for as long as I could stand it.
	At this moment the front door suddenly flew open. Cindy was back 
already, much sooner than I expected. My hands were still planted on my 
diapers when she entered the house and looked at me sitting on the 
couch. My face was red and I was sweating. Suddenly I sat straight up 
and stared at her. I was still breathing heavily and trying to restore 
oxygen to my brain. I felt dizzy and light-headed from my big orgasm 
and I was seeing stars.
	"Don't even bother trying to explain," Cindy said with a smile. 
"I know exactly what you were doing, Chris, and you've done it lots of 
times before," Cindy said as she closed the door. She looked at the TV 
and noticed the still image that I used from the video as a visual aid.
	"I'll remember to take more shots of you like that," Cindy 
commented. "You obviously like it when I get pictures of you in your 
diapers like this."
	"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said as I continued to recover from 
nearly passing out.
	"Oh come on, Chris, you're like every boy I know. You just do it 
in your diapers instead, and you do it because of your diapers."
	"Cindy, please," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I don't talk about 
the things you do when you're alone, do I?"
	"That's because you don't know about them," she said.
	"I don't really *want* to know about them, if you want to know 
the truth," I said.
	"How did you get to the store and back so fast?" I asked Cindy.
	"I didn't go to the store. I just went to Derek's next door and 
borrowed some powder from them," Cindy said.
	"Oh, okay," I said.
	"You thought I was gonna be gone longer, huh, Chris?" Cindy said, 
further rubbing it in that she caught me jacking off again. I just 
nodded.
	"I didn't hear you walking up," I said.
	"I know," Cindy said with satisfaction, explaining that she had 
tip-toed her way to the front door. "I just wanted to see if I could 
catch you off guard, and I did."
	"Are you ready to change me?" I asked Cindy.
	"Of course, go to your room and I'll be right in."
	With powder now available, Cindy proceeded with my diaper change. 
She piled up all my wet and stinky diapers in the pail. I had a swath 
of shit running from my belly all the way around back. Literally every 
square inch of the inside of my diapers was at least touched, if not 
smothered by my poop.
	"Maybe you'd better stay away from laxatives, Chris," Cindy said. 
"Knowing the way you poop without laxatives, you sure don't need them. 
Boy, talk about adding fuel to the fire."
	Cindy spent a long time cleaning me up. She wasn't used to seeing 
my dick in a flaccid state as I had just jacked off. I winced as she 
rubbed my balls. She knew to be more careful around my genitals after I 
had just played with myself.
	Cindy had a lot of poop to clean off of me. In fact, I was so 
much of a mess that Cindy told me to go into the shower and spray 
myself off. I got up from my changing pad and walked into the bathroom 
naked with a layer of poop still coating my buttocks entirely. I 
stepped into the shower and sprayed off my butt first. Using the 
detachable shower head, this made it easier for me to clean the shit 
off of my butt. I decided to shower completely while I was at it, 
including shampooing my hair. The warm water irritated my sunburned 
arms and legs, so I turned it down to lukewarm. I felt so clean and 
refreshed after the shower. I wrapped a towel around me as I walked 
back to my bedroom. Cindy saw me in the hall as I was heading to my 
room, where she immediately pulled the towel away from me, exposing to 
her eyes my bare, now squeaky clean butt.
	"Gee Chris, do you really think you really need a towel around 
you since I see you naked all the time?" Cindy commented as she 
clutched the towel in her hand.
	"Well, yeah, it's a good idea, because right now I need to--" I 
said this as I realized I had to pee. It started dribbling on the 
carpet.
	"Hand me that towel back, quick!" I told Cindy, who could see 
what was happening. She immediately tossed it to me. I bunched up the 
towel and crammed it in between my legs, using my thighs to hold it in 
place while I pissed into the towel.
	"You really have no control anymore, do you?" Cindy said, now 
having seen for herself that I cannot hold pee anymore."
	"Nope," I said. "Better get me diapered before I shit all over 
the place," I warned Cindy, reminding her that the laxative may still 
be active.
	"I wonder what the doctor will say when he sees you next week," 
Cindy said. "He hasn't seen you since you were nine, back when you 
still had control of your bladder and your bowels. How will you explain 
the reason you're incontinent now?"
	"I dunno," I said. "But he'd better not tell Mom to re-toilet 
train me."
	"Good God, I hope not, either," Cindy said. "Mom sure doesn't 
need to go through all that with you again!"
	"And she won't," I said firmly.
	"Not to worry, my little brother, Lisa and I will make sure you 
don't have a snowflake's chance in hell of using the toilet, anyway," 
Cindy said as she prepared an enormous bunch of diapers for me to wear 
into the evening, knowing that I had taken the laxative. Using a 
combination of Thickies and conventional diapers, she bundled me up in 
the huge bunch of diapers and pinned them all up. A seemingly 
convoluted mass of cotton and safety pins already surrounded me as 
Cindy added two Thickies diapers to the top of the heap. These, too, 
were pinned up with a solid strip of diaper pins on each of my hips. 
She topped my heavy diapers off with three pairs of plastic pants, 
straddling the first two pairs over each other, each of them running 
closer to the opposite sides of my crotch, with the crotch of the third 
pair formed squarely in the center.
	Cindy then picked up the diaper pail and commented on its weight.
	"Chris, I don't think you realize how much weight your diapers 
add to you when you've used them," she said. She then handed me the 
diaper pail. I wasn't expecting the pail to be so heavy. As I took hold 
of the handle, I felt the bucket drag my arm towards the floor. Cindy 
laughed as she noticed my astonished look.
	"See, told you it was heavy," Cindy said. She then took the pail 
out of my bedroom with her. She picked up the towel I peed in and she 
set it on top of the pile of diapers in the pail. I got up and followed 
her out to the laundry room.
	"Are you still getting some powder and my drink?"
	"Of course," Cindy said as she immediately dumped my diapers into 
the washing machine. "I gotta make sure you keep your diapers wet so I 
can stay in shape by carrying them to the laundry." With this she 
flexed her muscle and ran her hand over it.
	After Cindy washed her hands and left for the store I went back 
to watching the rest of the video from today's diaper club meeting. 
Having shot most of my load, my dick wasn't able to attain more than 
half of an erection as I watched the video. I pressed up on the front 
of my clean, dry diapers and determined how sensitive my penis still 
felt. There were plenty of good shots of the other boys, especially 
Aaron, that would serve as good jackoff material later on after my 
genitals had a chance to recuperate.
	I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch. Several minutes 
had passed before Cindy made it back home from the store with some more 
baby powder and some other things that she bought. I didn't even hear 
her come in and she had to wake me up. Of course merely nudging me 
awake wouldn't have been fun enough for her, so instead, she pulled the 
straw out of my drink and sprinkled droplets of my pop onto my face. 
She repeated this a couple times, waiting for me to move. When I felt 
the drops hitting my face I woke up and slapped my face lightly to wipe 
off the wetness.
	"What the hell?" I thought, thinking at first that the ceiling 
had a leak in it, only to wake up some more, enough to realize that it 
wasn't even raining. Cindy was standing above me, holding the straw 
over my head, ready to release more pop.
	"Hey! Stop that!" I said. She released the pop from the straw and 
it hit me in the forehead.
	"I just wanted to give you your drink," she said.
	"It tastes better when it goes in my mouth, thank you," I said as 
I wiped my forehead.
	"I didn't think you'd wake up," Cindy said. "You obviously didn't 
hear me come in. What else was I to do?"
	Cindy then handed me my drink.
	"Thanks," I said to her. I continued to sit on the couch and 
slowly sip down my drink and watch TV while Cindy started making 
dinner. For a moment I wished that my drink cup had been a baby's 
bottle. I don't know why, but I just felt like I wanted to have a baby 
bottle and enjoy my drink while lying down with my legs up in the air, 
just like a baby. For some reason I couldn't shake this thought. My 
sisters actually had me drinking from baby bottles when I first got my 
crib and had my room re-done, but the novelty wore off and I hadn't 
drank out of bottles ever since. A couple commercial breaks later I got 
up and went into the kitchen. It seemed that there were some baby 
bottles up on the top shelf of the cupboards last time I saw Mom get 
something out from up there. I pulled up a chair and started rummaging 
through the cupboard. Cindy turned her attention to me and asked me 
what I was looking for.
	"Just something," I said.
	"What?" she asked. "What are you after?"
	I wasn't sure whether to tell Cindy that I was looking for one of 
my old baby bottles. Quickly I made up something.
	"Well, there's stuff up here that we hardly ever use anymore, and 
I thought I might find something that we could use at the meetings," I 
said. It was weak, but plausible.
	"Wait until we have our yard sale over Labor Day," Cindy 
suggested. "There's probably nothing up there you need or want. 
Besides, you might fall off the chair and land on your butt."
	"So? What am I worried about?" I said while patting the diapers 
over my rump. "I'm covered."
	Cindy just laughed as I said this.
	"You're so silly, Chris," she said as I got down, not having 
found what I wanted.
	I figured that Derek's brother Steven may still have his baby 
bottles. I decided to go next door and ask Derek if I could borrow one, 
assuming they still had some over there.
	"Be right back, Cindy!" I shouted as I went towards the front 
door.
	"Where are you going?" she asked me.
	"Getting something at Derek's, I'll be right back."
	"Dinner's almost ready," she said.
	"I won't be gone long," I said as I went out the door. I walked 
over to Derek's house next door and rang the doorbell. Both Derek and 
Jennie came to the door. Derek had on the thickest set of diapers I had 
ever seen him wearing. Since he was only seven years old and his body 
was small, his diapers dwarfed his slender matchstick-like legs. He was 
waddling.
	"Wow, your diapers look like mine now," I said.
	"He's got the shits," Jennie said, giggling.
	"That's a bad word," Derek said.
	"Alright, you got the poops!" Jennie said again. "It just doesn't 
sound the same when you say it that way."
	"The laxatives," I thought to myself.
	"He's got diarrhea big time," Jennie said. "I diapered him for 
it, told him that I don't want to have to see or smell his poop," 
Jennie proudly explained.
	"You did a good job," I told her.
	"Thank you," she said. "Actually, thank your sisters for showing 
me how they diaper you."
	I realized that I was already gone longer than I expected, so I 
got down to business and asked Derek if he knew where any of Steven's 
baby bottles were.
	"Yeah, Steven's got one in his mouth right now," Derek said. He 
pointed across the room. Steven was sitting on the floor, in just a 
diaper and T-shirt as always, nursing away on his bottle.
	"He still uses a bottle?" I asked Derek.
	"Yeah, since he knows he has to stay in diapers, he thinks that 
he can also still be a baby, so Mom just gives him bottles to drink out 
of. Why do you want one?"
	"I dunno," I said, feeling my face blushing. "I just thought, 
well, I thought I'd try one. Have you ever done this?"
	"Not since I was three, I think," Derek said. "I don't know if my 
Mom would let me use one."
	"Maybe we can get together tomorrow or something," I suggested.
	"Sounds fun," Derek said. "I liked our meeting today," he added.
	"Glad you enjoyed it. We can watch the video tomorrow, too."
	I followed Derek to Steven's bedroom, where he handed me one of 
Steven's bottles. It was empty, but apparently hadn't been washed. I 
figured I would take what I could get and deal with washing it once I 
got back to my house.
	"Thanks," I said. "Bring a bottle over tomorrow, if you can," I 
said as I left Derek's house and went back home. I first stuck the 
bottle under my shirt to sneak it in to the house with me. I then 
tucked my shirt into my diapers and I moved the bottle around to my 
back where it was held in by the shirt, out of view by Cindy.
	"'Bout time," Cindy said as she greeted me in the front room. 
"'Be right back', eh?"
	"You know how it is when you visit friends, they keep you longer 
than you were planning on, you know."
	Cindy could detect the guilty look on my face and she knew I was 
hiding something.
	"You're up to something, Chris, I know it," she said.
	"I just cleared five feet last time I checked," I said.
	"Huh?" Cindy said.
	"You said I'm up to something, and I said I'm up to five feet 
now."
	"Whatever," Cindy sighed. "Your plate's out on the table, your 
food's gonna get cold."
	I had to get rid of this bottle first. I told Cindy, "I'll be 
right there" as I headed towards the bathroom. "I need to wash my 
hands."
	"Okay," Cindy said. "That's the first time nobody's had to remind 
you to wash your hands," she remarked as I went into the bathroom. I 
closed the door so that she wouldn't see that I had the bottle. I gave 
the bottle a superficial rinsing and then I let some hot water run over 
the nipple, hoping to cleanse off the germs. I then washed my hands as 
I told Cindy I would do. After I was done I quickly tossed the baby 
bottle into my room just to get it out of Cindy's sight for now.
	I returned to the kitchen and joined Cindy at the dinner table.
	"Since when do you close the bathroom door to wash your hands?" 
she asked me. Very astute observation on her part, I must agree.
	"I dunno, habit, I guess," I replied.
	"Habit? Habit? Other than brushing your teeth and washing your 
hands, you don't ever go into the bathroom enough to even develop such 
habits," Cindy said. "You surely don't go in there to use the toilet, 
that's for damn sure, so I can't see why you'd close the door."
	"I take baths, and I close the door then," I said.
	"What's the point? We see you naked every day, Chris," Cindy 
said. I then started eating my dinner.
	"You know, Chris, you're acting really strange tonight," Cindy 
said.
	"Well, you think that since I love to wear diapers that I'm 
strange, so well, yes, I am acting strange."
	"No, I mean, you're acting *really* strange," she said. "I'm sure 
I'll find out soon enough why, I always do."
	It was the first time I think I had ever been home alone with 
Cindy at night. She had made Hamburger Helper and served it with canned 
corn. I was surprised that she knew how to cook this well, forgetting 
that she took home economics last year. I was skeptical, but I didn't 
say anything before taking my first bite. It was just as good as Mom's 
and I wouldn't have known the difference.
	"Didn't think I could cook this good, huh?" Cindy said.
	"It's good, really, it is," I said to her.
	"Thank you," she said. "It's really not that hard, just fry up 
some hamburger, stir in the mixes, you could even do it, Chris."
	"Where's Lisa?" I asked, realizing that she had been gone longer 
than I expected. "Shouldn't she be back by now?"
	"She's out with Betty and some other friends," Cindy said.
	"She didn't tell me that," I said.
	"Well, it's not like you need to know about her social life," 
Cindy said. "She doesn't get Saturday nights off much working at the 
pizza place, so she's taking advantage of it, especially since Mom and 
Dad are out of town. She planned this whole thing in advance, you 
know."
	"But isn't she supposed to be in charge while Mom and Dad are 
gone?" I asked.
	"Yeah, but since she's out tonight, she's left me in charge until 
she comes home."
	"Oh," I said. "So, it's just us?"
	"Yep," Cindy said. "We'll be okay. I'll make sure nobody hurts 
you, Chris."
	"Thanks," I said in a mildly sarcastic tone as I continued 
eating.
	Cindy picked up a video rental while she was at the store.
	"Wanna watch 'Lethal Weapon 3' tonight?" Cindy asked me while she 
held up the tape.
	"Sure," I said. I liked the first two and had been wanting to see 
the third one since it had been recently released on video. I got 
settled down on the couch, taking with me a pop to drink, wishing it 
had been in the baby bottle that I borrowed. Cindy popped some popcorn 
and we were set.
	"How are the diapers?" Cindy asked me.
	"Clean and dry," I said, just to be sarcastic.
	"You serious?" Cindy asked me, not expecting to hear this answer.
	"What do you think?" I asked her as I spread my legs open. "You 
know they're wet and poopy by now."
	"I know, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable before 
starting the movie."
	"I'm fine," I said. "Look how long I went around unchanged 
today."
	"That's true," Cindy said. "I think you'll be good until 
morning."
	Cindy wasn't really that bad to be around when Lisa wasn't there 
with her, and she was almost a different person entirely. Such moments 
like this were rare. She started the tape. Just as the opening credits 
appeared, the doorbell rang. Cindy paused the VCR.
	"Dammit, we just started," Cindy said as she got up to answer the 
door. Cautiously, she peered through the peep hole before opening it.
	"Who is it?" I asked her.
	"It's Megan," Cindy said quietly so that Megan wouldn't hear her.
	"Megan?" I said, surprised that she would be out when it was 
getting dark. Cindy then opened the door and invited Megan in.
	"Megan, what are you doing here?" I asked her.
	"I was bored, tired of babysitting my brothers, so I left and 
came over here," she said. Megan had an older brother and a younger 
brother, but she always liked to refer to both of them as little 
brothers since she said her older brother was so immature.
	"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I probably should have 
called."
	"We're just starting a movie," Cindy said. "You can stay and 
watch if you want. We've got popcorn, pop, we're set."
	Megan agreed to stay and join us while watching the movie. She 
sat down next to me and looked down at my diapers. I knew she wanted to 
touch me there, but with Cindy in the room, I figured she wouldn't do 
it.
	"Where are your parents?" Megan asked me.
	"They're out of town," I said.
	"Really?" she said. "So are mine."
	Cindy was listening in on us.
	"Now now, don't you two get any ideas," she said.
	"What? We were just saying that both our parents are out of 
town."
	"Well, I know what that can lead to," Cindy said. Now she was 
becoming more like the Cindy I was familiar with.
	"I can't stay long, anyway," Megan said. "My brothers were 
fighting and I just needed to get out for a few minutes," she 
explained.
	"Make yourself comfortable, stay awhile," Cindy said as she got 
up and gave Megan a bowl of popcorn and a can of soda. Megan remained 
seated next to me and she watched the movie. After a few minutes she 
put her arm around me. And then she slowly worked her hand down my back 
until she had it inside of the back of my multiple plastic pants. After 
she reached down in between the first and second pairs she realized 
that I was wearing more than one.
	
	"You got thick diapers on, little boy," she whispered to me as 
she grabbed a handful of cotton while she had her hand on my butt. I 
was getting hard as I thought about the things she would want to do 
with me had she and I been alone. I put my arm around her. I could feel 
her bra strap under her shirt. I teasingly ran my fingers over it. I 
couldn't believe I was doing all this with Cindy sitting just in front 
of me. As long as she didn't turn around we were okay. When she hit the 
pause button, it was hands off for both of us as Cindy turned around.
	"Nature calls, be right back," she said as she got up and headed 
for the bathroom. How nice it was for me to be in diapers, not having 
to get up and use the bathroom when it wasn't convenient for me to do. 
I could get my diapers changed whenever I wanted.
	"No hanky-panky while I'm gone, okay?" Cindy said to us.
	"Are your parents gone all night?" Megan asked me.
	"Yep, until they get back on Monday. It's just me and Cindy."
	"Where's Lisa?" Megan asked.
	"She's out with friends, who knows when she'll get back. What 
about you?"
	"Mine are gone until tomorrow," Megan said. "My brothers were 
fighting, so I left."
	"When are you going back home?" I asked her.
	"Soon, or Bobby will call the cops and have them look for me," 
Megan said glumly, referring to her older brother. "They'd probably 
come here first."
	"That's a bummer," I said. God I was horny and I wanted to kiss 
her cute, freckly pudgy face. Apparently Megan was reading my mind. 
With this, she per her hand around my shoulders and kissed me on the 
lips several times. We knew we were pushing our luck since Cindy could 
emerge from the bathroom any second, so we stopped.
	"I can come back later tonight after everyone's in bed," Megan 
suggested. My hard-on went up another couple notches.
	"Sure," I said nervously. "Just come up to my window, it'll be 
open."
	Megan then spilled her popcorn down into the cushions of the 
couch.
	"I'm sorry," she said.
	"No problem," I said as I got up and lifted off the cushion. I 
bent over in front of Megan as I picked up the spilled pieces of 
popcorn. I did this deliberately, knowing that Megan was looking at my 
diapered butt.
	"I'm glad it's you wearing those things and not me," Megan said 
to me while she patted my butt. "They make your butt look big and cute. 
My butt's big enough without diapers."
	"I'm glad I'm wearing them, too," I said as I felt a big load of 
poop making its way out of my butt and into the diapers. I farted wetly 
and loudly. It was quite audible, albeit muffled through my diapers. I 
felt embarrassed to have taken a shit in my diapers with Megan standing 
right behind me.
	"Sorry," I said as I put the cushion back in place.
	"It's okay, Chris," Megan said. "I know you enjoy it when you 
make pooey in your diapers."
	Cindy came back out of the bathroom. Megan had sat back down on 
the couch with me, distancing herself from me so that Cindy wouldn't 
suspect anything, but from the way she looked at us, I knew she had a 
feeling we took advantage of her absence. Cindy resumed the movie and 
we watched another twenty minutes of it before Megan decided that she 
had to go.
	"Thanks for having me over," Megan said as she left. She winked 
at me to acknowledge that she would be back later tonight.

Forever In Diapers, Parts 81-90