FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 81
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	After Cindy and I finished watching the movie I went over to the 
computer to resume writing my essay on my feelings about toilet 
training, hoping to have it ready to share with the others at the next 
club meeting. I never thought that I could write with so much 
conviction in my words, but as I read back through what I had written, 
it was turning out to be quite a diatribe to say the least. I was 
having fun with it, denouncing all the tricks that parents try to use 
to force their kids out of diapers. I also wrote strongly about the 
punishments and the threats that I received when I didn't use the 
potty. I felt my anger and my seething resentment resurfacing as I 
thought back to how I was treated. I knew the club members would enjoy 
reading my essay and would likely agree with it.
	After I got tired of thinking of what to write on the essay, I 
switched to working on my ongoing autobiography about my lifetime of 
wearing diapers. Okay, so there were a few years of non-diaper wearing 
occurring between the ages four and eight, the "Dark Years" as I call 
them, but my relentless resolve to get my diapers back did not die 
during this bleak period, so I still felt that it was good enough to 
call it a lifetime of wearing diapers.
	I still wasn't sure what I would call the finished product. I 
planned to continue writing about my diaper experiences right up to my 
eighteenth birthday, thus hoping to have a complete chronicle of my 
childhood experiences with wearing diapers. I had about five and a half 
years left to decide on the title.
	It was going to be a big story, too, since I had several years 
left to go in my childhood and I was sure to have many more experiences 
to report. I had already written over two hundred pages chronicling my 
life from what I could remember about toilet training and what my 
family told me about it, up to when I was eight years old going on nine 
and had just gotten put into diapers. I still had to fill in the 
details from when I was nine years old. When I was ten I decided to 
start keeping a daily diary on the computer about my diapers, so I 
would use these entries for constructing my life story about wearing 
diapers. I got the idea from the TV show "Doogie Howser, M.D." At first 
I called it my "diaper diary", but eventually the inevitable 
contraction of these words came about and thus I coined the word 
"diaper-y", appropriately enough. At first I called it my "diary-eah" 
but decided to change it to "diaper-y" as "diary-eah" was rather corny-
sounding, although often times just as appropriate.
	My parents bought our computer back then, a 386 DX40 with 4 
megabytes of RAM (upgraded to 8 megabytes) and a 120 megabyte hard 
drive. My parents let me use the computer for this purpose as long as I 
kept my "diaper-y" (diary about my diapers) files on my own floppy 
disks. The computer was outdated now and my parents had been talking 
about buying one of the new Pentium models that were out now, so I was 
hoping to get the old system when they did. It would sure be useful for 
keeping the club records and other diaper-related files.
	I had a lot to write about today, so I spent the next hour or so 
thinking back upon the day and all the events that occurred with the 
first D.B.A. club meeting. As I was thinking about using the baby 
bottle that I borrowed from Derek and the possibility that Megan would 
sneak over later tonight, the day wasn't quite over with just yet.
	By the time I finished writing today's entry I was starting to 
get tired. I was thinking about that bottle lying in the middle of the 
floor in my bedroom. I wanted to get it and fill it up with some milk 
and then take it back into my room and lie in my crib and suck on it. 
Cindy was still in the living room watching TV and talking to Gina on 
the phone. After she hung up she got up from her chair and went into 
the bathroom. I decided this was my chance.
	I ran into my room and I located the bottle lying on the floor. I 
picked the bottle up and then I hurried out to the kitchen and went to 
the refrigerator. I poured milk into the bottle and then I carried it 
with me back to my bedroom. I shut the door and I turned on the lamp 
next to my crib since I didn't want to be in the dark, but I didn't 
want the overhead light on, either.
	I lay on my back and I put my legs up in the air, acting just 
like a baby. I held the bottle in both of my hands and stuck the nipple 
into my mouth. Slowly I extracted the contents of the bottle and most 
of the milk went into my mouth. Some of it dripped on my chin, though. 
I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it seemed like it would be so 
much fun to do, and it was. I pretended that I was just like a little 
baby boy again, having nothing to do but lie there feeling secure in my 
crib drinking from my ba-ba.
	My diapers were wet and messy as always and my Mommy would be in 
soon to change me. Instead of my actual Mom or my sisters, I thought of 
Megan as being my "Mommy", which made this fantasy seem all the more 
better. My dick was hard and I once again had the urge to jack off, 
which seemed rather unbaby-like. I was thinking back upon the day 
seeing all the other boys who were in diapers all day long, and I was 
also thinking about Megan. Both thoughts produced intense sexual 
feelings, but the diapered boys aroused me more greatly. I wasn't drawn 
to Megan because of diapers, but because she was, well, a girl and I 
was getting to that age when girls make boys feel this way. It was 
confusing that I had two seemingly distinct levels of sexuality, and by 
having Megan play as my "Mommy" in my thoughts was how I bridged these 
two sides of me.
	I started masturbating, but then I remembered that I should "save 
it" for Megan in case she should happen to come over later tonight, not 
that I was going to have sex with her, but in case she wanted to play 
with me she wouldn't be disappointed. I went back to sucking on the 
bottle some more. I had consumed about a third of the milk.
	Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open and I was no longer immersed 
in my fantasy about being babied by "Mommy Megan" as I thought of her. 
Immediately I tossed the bottle down to the floor on the other side of 
my crib. Cindy came into my room and Cotton came running in with her.
	"What were you doing, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
	"Just lying here thinking," I said.
	"I know what sort of 'thinking' you do, Chris," Cindy said to me. 
"What was that you threw down?"
	"Just a, a magazine," I said, resenting Cindy's nosiness.
	"Really, must be a nudie mag," Cindy said. "Why would you hide it 
otherwise?"
	"I don't *have* any nudie mags," I replied back to Cindy. She was 
taken aback by the ways my eyes shot daggers at her for this comment.
	"Oh, that's right, Chris, you like to look at diapered boys 
instead," Cindy said. "I thought after what you and Megan probably did 
together while I was in the bathroom, you were changing your ways or 
something."
	Cotton hopped up onto my crib and he came over to me. He hopped 
up onto me, walking over my thick diapers and then onto my chest. He 
began licking my chin, getting a taste of the milk that I had dribbled 
onto it.
	"Time to change your diapers," Cindy told me. Cotton took a few 
more licks of my chin, getting every last bit of milk he could get.
	"Wow, Chris, Cotton really likes you tonight," Cindy commented.
	"Yeah, he's really purring up a storm," I commented as I stroked 
the cat's back and gently patted his little head. I gently scratched 
his little chin a couple times. Cindy pulled the gate down on my crib 
and told me to get on the floor. I didn't want to make Cotton get up 
off of me, but my diapers were wet and dirty and I needed to be 
changed. I assumed my position on the changing table and I let Cindy do 
her work. She diapered me to the max, as this was pretty much the norm 
now, having achieved what seemed like the absolute upper limit of 
diaperdom.
	"Has Lisa come home yet?" I asked Cindy.
	"No, but I wouldn't worry about her," Cindy said. "She'll be all 
right."
	"Isn't she out after curfew?" I said.
	"Yeah, but that doesn't stop a lot of people from going out after 
hours. As a matter of fact, if I recall, you and Tony have been known 
to make a few overnight runs yourselves, and in your diapers, 
nonetheless."
	"We do that in the daytime, too," I added.
	"True, but what if you were stopped for curfew and you were 
caught in your diapers? Ever thought about that?"
	"We were almost caught the day we went over to Nathan's and 
Luke's house."
	"You'll get caught one of these days, Chris, just you wait."
	As Cindy was working the pins into my diapers, she accidentally 
knocked the diaper pin container (an empty diaper wipes tub) onto the 
floor.
	"Shit, dammit!" she grumbled. She spent the next couple minutes 
or so picking up the spilled diaper pins. As most of them had white 
plastic heads on them this made them easy to find, especially the ones 
that spilled underneath my crib.
	"I want to make sure I pick all of these up. I know how painful 
they are to step on."
	While Cindy was on her hands and knees picking up the diaper pins 
she noticed the bottle lying on the floor underneath my crib. She 
stopped for a moment and went over to my crib, where she went down 
underneath it and retrieved it.
	"Ahh, what's this?" she said. She picked up the bottle and 
brushed off the dust bunnies that were clinging to it.
	"Did baby boy woose his baw-baw?" Cindy said as she showed it to 
me. "So this was what you tried to hide from me, eh?"
	I really didn't know what to say. All I said was, "I just wanted 
to see what it was like."
	"How cute," Cindy said. "You're regressing more and more each 
day, Chris. By the time you're an adult you'll be back to being a 
newborn again! Where did you get this, anyway?"
	"I got it from Derek next door," I said.
	"Oh, so he uses bottles, too?"
	"His brother Steven does," I answered.
	"I wouldn't be surprised if Derek uses them, too," Cindy said. 
She set the bottle aside and continued pinning on the diaper she was 
working on. She then proceeded with the remaining diapers and then she 
put on the plastic pants. When she was done she stuck the bottle into 
my mouth.
	"Here's your bottle, baby boy," Cindy said as she got up and left 
my room.
	"Uhh, thanks," I said as I took the bottle out of my mouth just 
so I could talk.
	"Good night, baby brother," she told me as she closed the door.
	I took the bottle with me as I got back into my crib. With the 
lamp still on I lay there and drank more of the milk. It was starting 
to get lukewarm and losing its chill, but it was still drinkable. Again 
I had milk on my chin that was licked off by Cotton's sandpaper-like 
tongue. I turned out the light and lay in the dark, hoping Megan would 
show up at my window as she said she would do.
	It had been about thirty minutes and Megan still hadn't shown. I 
didn't see any light coming from underneath my bedroom door. I went to 
my window and turned the fan off so I could listen for the TV. It had 
been turned off. I still wasn't 100% sure if Cindy had gone to bed, so 
I got up and quietly exited from my room. The house was quiet and dark. 
While I was up I decided to refill my bottle with more milk. Before I 
went back to bed I tip-toed down to the girls' room. I put my ear to 
the door. All I could hear was the fan in their room, so even if Cindy 
were still awake she wouldn't have heard me. I then returned to my room 
and I returned to my crib with my baby bottle.
	A moment later I heard someone tapping on my window. It scared 
the hell out of me in spite of the fact that I was expecting Megan to 
show up. A moment later I heard the tapping again, and then a voice.
	"Chris? You in there?" I heard her whisper, though she had to 
whisper more loudly to be heard over the fan. I sat up and I could tell 
that it was Megan's voice. I then turned on the light and I could see 
her face through the screen. I told her to meet me at the front door. I 
also explained to her that Lisa was still out and that she may come 
home any minute.
	"If you see anyone pull in or pull up to the house, just leave; 
I'll understand why," I told her.
	I got up from my crib once again and I quietly went to the front 
door. I never knew how loudly plastic pants could crinkle until I paid 
attention to their noise in otherwise absolute silence. I opened the 
door slowly and quietly, hoping that Cotton wouldn't sprint outside. I 
told Megan to take her shoes off before coming into the house. I then 
quietly closed the door and locked it. I didn't want to risk getting 
caught by Cindy with Megan behind me, so we hurried back to my bedroom. 
I closed the door as quietly as I could.
	I couldn't believe that Megan was in my house and in my bedroom 
alone with me at nearly one in the morning! The only risk I was taking 
was for Cindy to barge in on me or for Lisa to come home without any 
forewarning, so whatever we did, we had to be quiet about it.
	`"Well, you made it," I said nervously to Megan. She was smiling 
at me, looking down at my thick diapers, knowing that I had a hard-on.
	"So, what do you want to do?" Megan asked me, as if she needed to 
ask. My mouth felt so dry and I could have used a drink from my baby 
bottle.
	"I dunno," I said. I was so nervous and afraid of Cindy hearing 
anything that we said or did. I turned the fan back on to drown out our 
voices. We sat for a few minutes and talked about different things, 
though we both knew what was on each other's minds. Megan pulled down 
on my plastic pants and played with the pins.
	"May I ask you something, Chris?" Megan whispered.
	"You already did," I replied.
	"Now, now, don't start that bit with me now," she said, knowing 
how I was usually irritated by people who asked me this question.
	"Go ahead, ask," I whispered back to her.
	"How many diapers are you wearing?" Megan asked me as she tried 
to count the number of layers covering my stomach. My diapers were so 
tight it was hard for her to tell.
	"Lots," I said. "I've got lots of diapers on," I replied. Even 
more than enjoying hearing myself say this, I enjoyed saying it to 
Megan even more. I asked her to repeat it back to me.
	"You have lots of diapers on, Chris," she said. "Lots of thick, 
white diapers." She continued to play with my diaper pins. "And you 
have lots of diaper pins, too. Are all your diapers pinned this way?"
	I nodded my head.
	"How many diapers are there?" she asked again.
	"More than a dozen," I replied. "Plus three Thickies diapers."
	"I think there's more," she replied. "Hard to tell, you're 
wearing so many of them."
	"That's how I'm always diapered," I told her.
	"Well, we'll be here all night, that's for sure," Megan said, 
hinting at what she had on her mind.
	"That's all right by me," I replied with a smile.
	"I mean, we'll be here all night just taking all your diapers 
off," she replied.
	"I know," I sighed, wishing for just this moment that I wasn't 
diapered quite so heavily. I knew we couldn't go all the way with as 
many diapers as I was wearing. Getting them back on afterwards so that 
nobody would know that they had been removed would have been difficult 
and risky.
	Megan decided that she would try kissing me again instead. Both 
of us had raging hormones and something had to be done. She slowly put 
her hands around my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. She then 
locked her lips and mine together. I'm sure a lot of the boys at school 
were not so lucky as to have had their first long, passionate kiss with 
a girl as early as I had mine. God, how desperately my dick needed to 
get out of these thick diapers just for a minute! After about a minute 
of this activity Megan stopped and let go of my shoulders.
	"Ever see a girl naked before?" Megan whispered to me. This was 
sheer torture for my hard dick being buried in so many layers of 
diapers!
	"Yeah, my sisters, when we were little," I said.
	"That doesn't count," Megan said. "I've seen my brothers naked. I 
even changed Scott's diapers a few times when he was little; it's just 
not the same."
	Megan then lifted her T-shirt and showed me her breasts. They 
were small and not fully developed, but she was starting to take on a 
distinctly female figure. With her shirt still pulled up she then began 
to slowly pull down her sweat pants. She had on very skimpy panties, 
which were dwarfed greatly by my much thicker and larger diapers. She 
stood there, letting me look at her nearly unclothed body.
	"Wanna take a peak?" she asked me. I hesitated and then said, 
"yeah, uhh, sure."
	I put my hands on each side of her wide hips and took hold of the 
thin elastic band of her panties. I then slowly pulled them off of her, 
seeing her vagina up close. She had some sprouts of pubic hair forming 
around her private area. There was no way to tell how she was feeling 
since girls don't get hard-ons, but I'm sure she was feeling the female 
equivalent of an erection about now.
	"Turn around," I told her. "I wanna see your butt."
	"Sure," Megan said. With this she showed me her bare ass. Her 
cheeks were large and fleshy. Her behind was distinctly different than 
any boys' butt that I had seen. I found it sexually arousing to look at 
it, but it wasn't the same as looking at Tony or any of the other boys 
whose butts were always covered by diapers and usually covered with 
shit, too. The thought of Megan having a diaper on her behind never 
crossed my mind, nor the fact that she farted and pooped out of it in 
the same way that boys did. Again I pondered the way I felt sexual 
stimulation from both boys and girls, but for different reasons.
	"You like what you see?" Megan asked me.
	"Yeah," I said.
	Megan then reached down and pulled up her panties and her sweat 
pants. She also pulled her shirt back down. I wanted to look some more, 
even touch her, but I was already so nervous, mainly because I was 
afraid of getting caught.
	"Now it's my turn," Megan said. My heart leaped out of my chest. 
I didn't really feel that this was the time or place for her to "play 
doctor" with me. She only had sweat pants and panties to take off, just 
pull them down. I had three Thickies diapers and about a dozen other 
diapers underneath those, each with about a dozen diaper pins.
	"Good luck," I said as my voice cracked.
	"What do you mean?" Megan asked me.
	"Have you looked at my diapers?" I asked her.
	"How could I miss them?" Megan remarked with a giggle. "They're 
so big and thick on you."
	"Exactly," I said. I was getting too nervous now and I was trying 
to discourage Megan from going farther. Had we been completely alone, 
this would have been different, but the circumstances we were under 
were not ideal and far too risky. In spite of trying to tell Megan that 
it would take too long for her to get all my diapers off, she went 
ahead and tried anyway. She took off my plastic pants. She looked at 
all the pins that were stuck into my outermost diaper.
	"You got your work cut out for you," I said to her.
	"I think I can handle it," Megan said as she began unpinning my 
topmost diaper.
	"I've got several more diapers on underneath this one, too," I 
said. "And they're all pinned on just as heavily." I was trying to be 
polite in telling her that I really didn't think it was a good idea for 
her to try taking my diapers off.
	Megan sighed after she had removed the sixth pin from my top 
diaper, realizing for herself how much work this would be for her to 
completely undiaper me.
	"Maybe you're right, Chris," Megan said, sounding disappointed. I 
knew that her hormones were working overtime and she wanted to explore 
her new feelings, but my diapers proved to be a very formidable barrier 
to fulfilling our sexual desires.
	"You look cute in your thick diapers, Chris, but there are some 
times I wish your sisters didn't diaper you up so much," Megan 
remarked. With my top diaper still halfway unpinned, Megan tried to 
stick her hand down into the top of my diapers. This, too, proved to be 
too much of an obstacle. My diapers were so high that my hard-on was 
several inches down from the waist, and the remaining diapers were 
pinned on so tightly that she could hardly get her fingers down into 
the front of my diapers. Even the tip of my penis, which was pointing 
straight upward, was far out of reach because of the high and tight-
fitting diapers.
	"You're wet, I can tell that much," Megan said as she felt the 
pee-soaked fabric. "How many diapers do you think you're wearing?" she 
asked.
	"Count 'em," I said as I turned my butt to her. Megan could smell 
the poop in the back of my diapers and said, "uhh, could I count them 
from some other place?" she asked me. "You don't smell very good back 
there."
	"I never do," I said. "It's probably just as well that you didn't 
take my diapers off right now."
	I lay down on the floor and let Megan count my diapers from the 
crotch. I spread my legs apart and she knelt down to examine the layers 
of cloth bunched up between my legs. She then counted what she saw.
	"One, two, three..." she started off. As the first three diapers 
were much thicker, they were easy to see in the dim light, but the 
remaining diapers were packed together more densely and were not as 
distinct.
	"Ten, I think," Megan said when she was done counting, explaining 
that it was difficult to tell how many diapers were there because of 
the way the innermost layers blended together and were bunched up so 
much.
	"Close enough," I said. "I'm wearing fifteen diapers. Three 
Thickies and a dozen regular ones." I had known all along how many 
diapers I was wearing, but I wanted to make a game of it and let Megan 
try to find out for herself. Megan giggled when I told her this.
	"Do I still get a prize?" she asked, in a rather seductive, 
suggestive sort of way.
	"Yeah, but as we found out already, I really can't give it to you 
now," I said.
	"Maybe we can get together after school sometime when all you'll 
have on is your disposables," Megan suggested, inferring that she would 
have easier access to my privates. It sounded like a good idea to me. I 
had Megan re-pin my top diaper on. She tried to make it look like 
nobody had tampered with my diapers, and since she had handled cloth 
diapers when she babysat a couple of twin boys who wore them, she 
handled this matter quite nicely. Megan then stood up and saw the baby 
bottle lying in the middle of my crib.
	"You like to drink from bottles?" Megan asked me as she picked it 
up.
	"I was just, you know, sort of playing, you know," I said as I 
stammered.
	"I like to play, too," Megan said. "can I be your Mommy?"
	"Uhh, yeah, sure," I said. My diaper fantasy was now being 
fulfilled, at least partially, given the constraints we were under. 
Megan stuck the bottle into my mouth and held it there. I nursed on it 
as she knelt down beside me. With her free hand she placed it over my 
diapers, right where my hard dick was buried in thick, piss-wet cloth. 
She then began rubbing me.
	"Either you're not as big as I thought, or you just have a lot of 
diapers on," Megan said as she realized that she could not feel where 
my dick was.
	"I have a lot of diapers on," I said. "We both know that by now."
	"Well, I know you have something down there anyway," Megan said. 
She continued to hold the bottle to my mouth with her right hand while 
massaging me with the left. She then switched sides, realizing that her 
right hand would be more effective, and it was.
	"Tell me when you do your 'boy thing'," Megan told me.
	"I'll let you know," I tried to say with the nipple of the bottle 
still in my mouth. It was becoming more difficult to concentrate on 
drinking from the bottle while Megan massaged the front of me through 
my diapers. She then set the bottle down and worked both her hands on 
me at the same time. She brought me to orgasm.
	"Oh yeah, that's it, yeah, oh yeah," I said. Megan kept going. My 
penis was getting too sensitive to allow her to continue, so I told her 
to stop.
	"You did it, eh?" she asked me.
	"Yeah, I did, thanks," I told her. "I don't think mommies usually 
do that when they feed their babies, though." This made Megan laugh.
	A moment later I heard the front door closing.
	"Shit! Lisa's home!" I exclaimed. I tossed the bottle up into my 
crib again. "Hide!"
	"Where?" Megan asked me. She was frantically dancing around the 
room searching for a place to go. She headed towards my closet and hid 
in there. She pulled the closet door shut just as Lisa opened my 
bedroom door.
	"Chris, what are you doing up so late?" Lisa asked me. Her speech 
was slurred and her eyes looked a tad bit swollen. She also had hickies 
all over her neck.
	"Why did you get back so late?" I asked her.
	"Because I was out with friends having a good time, okay?" she 
said. "Why are *you* still up?"
	"I uhh, I couldn't sleep," I answered.
	"Well, I hope you weren't doing it because I was out," Lisa said. 
"Not that you really care, anyway."
	"I do care, Lisa," I said. It appeared that she had been 
drinking. What really disturbed me was that she probably drove home, 
too. She didn't seem too obnoxiously drunk, just a tad tipsy.
	"You don't give a shit, Chris," she said incoherently. I knew 
that she wouldn't have said this had she been sober. She then went into 
the bathroom. I listened and waited for the toilet to flush. In the 
meantime I turned the light out and pretended to have gone back to bed. 
After it sounded like the coast was clear I turned the light back on.
	"Megan, come out," I told her. She slowly opened the closet door.
	"I need to get out of here," Megan said.
	"I know," I replied. I figured the fastest way for her to get out 
of the house was to have her go out my window. I slowly opened the 
screen and she made her escape. I had to give her big butt a boost as 
she climbed onto the window sill. She then hopped down to the ground. 
As I planted my hands on her butt, covered only in her thin panties and 
sweat pants, I felt my dick try to resurrect itself, but it could only 
do so much after the orgasm that Megan gave me.
	"Thanks for coming over," I told her.
	"See you in school if not before," she said back to me. I closed 
the screen again and turned the fan back on. I was so hot now and I 
stood in front of it for several minutes before I climbed back into my 
crib. I took the bottle in my hands and sucked on it some more, 
extracting the rest of the lukewarm milk before falling to sleep at the 
end of a very long and eventful and very fun day.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 82
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	I woke up to the sound of rain outside my window. It also felt 
significantly cooler in my bedroom than it felt the night before. A 
cold front had swept through overnight and my fan was drawing all the 
cool air in. I departed from the warmth of my crib just long enough to 
sit up and turn the fan off and close the window and then lay back 
down, burrowed beneath the covers. I felt so comfortable and secure. I 
thought about how nice it would be if I had my bottle full with fresh 
milk. I felt like I was suddenly getting hooked on using a bottle. It 
filled a void that I never sensed was there until recently. Was I 
really regressing or was I just trying to satisfy a passing curiosity?
	Before I got too comfortable I decided to get up again so that I 
could drink from my bottle and be satisfied. I went to the sink and 
washed it out and then filled it up again with more milk. On my way 
back to my room I bumped into Cindy as she was getting out of bed.
	"Chris, you drinking out of that bottle again?" she asked me. I 
paused for a moment and then asked, "what's wrong with drinking out of 
a baby bottle?"
	"For you, probably nothing. It'd be like asking you if you're 
wearing diapers again," Cindy responded as she snapped my plastic pants 
and then pulled them down in the back.
	"Did Lisa say where she was last night?" I asked Cindy as I 
pulled my plastic pants back up.
	"I dunno, she went straight to bed when she got home. I think she 
had a few drinks last night."
	"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, sounding worried. I didn't 
realize that I had nearly given away the fact that I was out of bed at 
that time. By then it was too late to retract what I said.
	"How did you know she was like that?" Cindy asked.
	"She came into my room when she got home," I replied.
	"We're you awake?" Cindy asked.
	"Yeah, because, well, I was worried," I replied. For the first 
time I felt genuinely concerned for Lisa's well-being.
	"Will she be okay?" I asked Cindy.
	"Yes, she'll be okay, but she'll be hung over and she'll probably 
be a bitch when she gets up, so I'll warn you now."
	"But she drove home like that!" I said, sounding alarmed. "She 
could have gotten a DUI, she could have gotten in a wreck, she could 
have gotten killed! She could have killed someone else!"
	"Chris, Chris, Chris," Cindy said, putting her arm around me and 
sticking my bottle into my mouth for me. "Relax. She made it home. Lisa 
probably hates herself now for this and hopefully she'll learn her 
lesson," Cindy tried to assure me.
	I went back into my bedroom and crawled into my crib again. I got 
myself warm again from my own body heat. I sipped away at my milk while 
I thought about Lisa's little indiscretion for awhile until I managed 
to shut this out of my mind and thought about Megan's overnight visit. 
I wish she had gotten all my diapers off, but she had a lot of diapers 
and pins to remove and it just wasn't the time for us to explore these 
feelings. Perhaps I could go over to her house later today since her 
parents weren't home, either.
	I continued to drink the milk and wet my diapers at the same 
time. I was sitting on a big pile of poop and savoring the feeling of 
my shit coating my balls. It wasn't long before I started rubbing the 
front of my diapers and tending to my morning wood. I thought about 
what might have happened last night if Megan and I had all the time and 
privacy that we needed. I soon ejaculated into my diapers as I dwelled 
on these thoughts.
	I had fallen back to sleep again as the sound of rain drops 
pitter-pattering on the window lulled me back into my slumber. I woke 
up at about mid-morning and realized that I had only drank about half 
of my milk. I finished it off even though it was a little warm now. I 
then decided to get up for good.
	Lisa was already up by this time. She was sitting on the couch. 
She was wearing the same clothes she had on last night and she looked 
pretty rough.
	"Morning," I said to her.
	"Don't talk to me, I have a headache," she said as she buried her 
head in between her knees. I wasn't sure what to say to her. I asked 
her if she was feeling okay.
	"I feel like shit, now leave me alone!" she snapped.
	"Sorry," I said as I backed off, heeding Cindy's warning.
	"If you need your diapers changed, have Cindy do it," Lisa said. 
"If I smelled your poopy butt right now I'd puke."
	"Maybe that'll make you feel better," I said. With this I stuck 
my diapered butt into Lisa's face, ensuring that she would get a hearty 
dose of the aroma of my shit.
	"Here, take a whiff," I said.
	"Move your butt!" she snapped, pushing her hands against my rump.
	"But I thought you liked looking at my diapered butt," I said.
	"Get your butt out of my face!" she said as she slapped my behind 
good and hard. It would have hurt had I not had on so many diapers. The 
force of her hand was enough to thrust my body forward.
	"Chris, leave her alone," Cindy admonished. "She's not feeling 
well."
	"You might as well tell him why I'm feeling this way," Lisa said 
as she continued to sit with her head down.
	"He already knows," Cindy said.
	"Dammit, I'll never drink beer or anything with alcohol in it 
again!" Lisa said. "Take a lesson from me, Cindy, Chris."
	"How much did you have?" I asked Lisa.
	"Three, maybe four beers, shit, I don't remember," Lisa said. 
"I'd be feeling even worse if I weren't so big."
	"Uhh, I think I'll go to Tony's house," I said, seeing that it 
would be awhile before Lisa would recover from her hangover. Actually, 
I was planning to go to Megan's house.
	"Are you going out in the rain in your diapers?" Cindy asked me.
	"Depends on how many diapers you put on me when you change me," I 
replied. Of course I knew she wouldn't go lightly on the diapers just 
so I could wear shorts, especially since I no longer wore shorts over 
my diapers to leave the house, at least during the summer.
	"It's raining, you know," I said.
	"So, your plastic pants will keep your diapers dry from the 
outside," Cindy replied. "I take it you're ready for a diaper change."
	"You mean you can't smell it?" I said to Cindy.
	"Oh, I can smell it all right, but just because you stink-- and 
you always stink-- doesn't necessarily mean you're ready for a diaper 
change."
	"Believe me, I am," I said, having deposited extra messy stools 
from the laxative I took yesterday.
	Cindy followed me to my bedroom where she changed my diapers. She 
brought out a big stack of diapers, reminding me of how I wasn't going 
to have any shorts to wear if I were to go out in the rain. She looked 
up at the baby bottle that I had set on my nightstand and asked me why 
I was suddenly drinking from a baby bottle so much.
	"It just sounded like a fun thing to try," I said.
	"So, are you really feeling more and more like a baby?" Cindy 
asked me.
	"I dunno, I've always felt like a baby around here, being the 
youngest and all," I explained.
	"Well, Chris, when you're 70 and I'm 72, you'll still be my baby 
brother," Cindy told me. She had to do a lot of work to get my poop 
cleaned up before putting the tall stack of clean diapers on me. After 
I was diapered I was ready to go to Megan's house. I grabbed my jacket 
and put it on. It came down far enough to cover most of my diapers, but 
my butt still stood out prominently as the white diapers contrasted 
against my black jacket. I also grabbed the baby bottle and took it 
with me, hoping that Megan would want to play my "mommy" with me while 
I was there.
	The rain was still coming down, but I didn't want to be stuck in 
the house with Lisa while she was getting over her hangover. Obviously 
she wasn't up to driving and she wouldn't have driven me to anyone's 
place anyway. She wasn't about to go anywhere for herself, either. I 
went outside and hopped on my bike in the wet weather. I took off down 
the street in diapers and a jacket. I could feel the cool temperature 
on my legs, but my jacket was keeping me warm on top. I rode my bike 
through a couple puddles and the muddy water splashed up onto my legs. 
My plastic pants deflected the water from the puddles and kept my 
diapers dry from the outside.
	I got to Megan's house and I parked my bike. I felt nervous as I 
was likely going to be seen by Megan's brothers, either at the door or 
after I was inside. I rang the doorbell and pulled down on my jacket, 
trying to conceal my diapers from view in case one of her brothers 
answered. As luck would have it, her little brother came to the door.
	"Hi," he said. His name was Scott, nine years old. "Who are you?" 
he asked.
	"I'm Chris, I'm here to see Megan," I answered.
	"Are you her boyfriend?" he asked me.
	"I'm a friend, and I'm a boy, so yeah, I guess I am," I replied.
	"Do you have any pants on?" he asked me as I saw his eyes focused 
on my crotch area, seeing that my legs were too bare for even wearing 
shorts.
	"Yeah, I have pants on," I replied. I didn't explain that they 
were *plastic* pants, but they were pants.
	"You're in your underwear!" he said with a smile as he pointed to 
me, seeing my crotch showing below my jacket. "Actually, you look like 
you're wearing diapers."
	"Well, I am," I said. I lifted my jacket and let Scott see that I 
had diapers on, and very big, thick ones at that.
	"Is Megan here?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, she is, I'll go get her," he said, trying to suppress his 
laughter upon seeing that I was wearing diapers. Scott didn't invite me 
in, but I was getting cold and Megan wouldn't have minded if I entered 
her house, so I followed Scott and shut the door behind me. Megan came 
out to the front room and greeted me.
	"Chris!" she said, sounding surprised. She was in a grungy T-
shirt and cut-off shorts, apparently her lounging-around-the-house 
clothes. Her hair was uncombed. She was just as cute any way I looked 
at her.
	"What did you come over for?" she asked me.
	"I'll explain, I told her.
	"You came over in your diapers, too, I see," she said as she 
reached for my jacket and took it off of me, fully exposing my diapers 
to Scott.
	"You're dripping water on the floor," Megan said. "Let's get this 
off of you." She hung my jacket in the closet. She then looked at me 
standing there with my hair dripping wet. The only part of me that was 
dry was my shirt and my recently-changed diapers.
	"I can't believe you'd wear your diapers out in the rain," she 
said as she looked at me some more.
	"Can't really wear anything else over them since they're so 
thick," I told her as I squatted down a little and spread my legs apart 
to show her and Scott how thick my diapers were.
	"Nothing stops you from going around in your diapers, Chris, does 
it?" Megan said as she patted me on the butt.
	"Why do you wear diapers?" Scott asked me in between suppressed 
giggles.
	"He just does," Megan replied. "It would take too long to 
explain, Scott."
	"How old is he?" Scott asked.
	"Twelve," Megan replied.
	"I thought diapers were for babies," Scott said cynically.
	"They're for anyone who doesn't want to use toilets," Megan 
replied.
	"Why would you not want to use a toilet?" Scott asked, sounding 
skeptical. Apparently my wearing diapers was no longer funny to him.
	"You weren't potty trained yourself until you were three and a 
half," Megan said. "I remember you saying you didn't want to use the 
potty."
	"I was three then," Scott argued.
	"Well, I was two when I was potty trained, so there!" Megan said 
as she stuck her tongue out at her little brother.
	"Why does he have so many diapers on?" Scott asked.
	"Because he likes them thick," Megan said as she patted my butt 
again. "You want to try wearing some, Scott?"
	"Uhh, no thanks," Scott said as he backed away and held his hands 
out in front of him.
	"You seem to be interested enough in wearing them," Megan said. 
"You're asking a lot of questions about them and you keep staring at 
Chris."
	"I've just never seen anyone besides a baby in diapers before," 
Scott said.
	"You know, Scott, from what I've seen of your underwear in the 
laundry, you should probably wear diapers," Megan suggested.
	"Oh come on, I had diarrhea, okay?" Scott said in defense.
	"Okay, but you don't ever wipe your butt since your underwear 
always has skid marks in it," Megan mentioned, causing Scott to feel 
even more embarrassed.
	"I'm not gonna wear diapers!" Scott insisted.
	"Sure you won't," Megan said. "I know where to get them."
	Scott retreated to his bedroom.
	"Come on, let's go down to the basement," Megan said as she led 
me down the stairs.
	"Is your older brother here?" I asked Megan.
	"Oh, Bobby? Yeah, but he's in his room either listening to his 
headphones or jacking off or something like that," Megan said. "Come 
on, nobody ever comes down here to the basement except when they have 
friends over, or when Scott wants to play the Nintendo."
	Megan led me into the rec room of their house. There was a pool 
table, a dart board and a TV with a Super Nintendo game system 
connected to it. There was also an Atari and several stacks of 
cartridges sitting in the corner that appeared to have been collecting 
dust since the Nintendo apparently took its spot. There were also bean 
bag chairs and an old couch. There wasn't much light in the room as 
there were only a few small windows up towards the ceiling. The rain 
was still pounding on the window panes. I felt glad that I didn't have 
to ride my bike any farther than I did. Megan and I sat on the couch 
and stared at each other.
	"Well, here we are again," I said with a nervous chuckle.
	"Yeah, that we are," Megan replied equally as nervously. "So uhh, 
what do you want to do?" I paused for a moment, thinking about what 
this moment might lead to.
	"Well, you remember that bottle I had last night?" I said.
	"Yeah?" Megan answered, sounding puzzled.
	"Well, I brought it with me, so that, well, maybe you could uhh, 
'baby' me."
	"I'd love to baby you, Chris," Megan said. "My dick was already 
hard. Hearing Megan say this made it go up a couple notches.
	"I need to go get my bottle," I said. "It's in my jacket, 
upstairs in your closet."
	"Stay put, I'll go get it," Megan said.
	"Can you put milk in it?" I asked her.
	"We're out of milk," Megan told me. "We have apple juice, 
though."
	"That sounds good," I said. I watched Megan go up the stairs, 
staring at her barely clad butt as she disappeared on her ascent. I sat 
in silence and watched the rain splattering on the small window panes 
while waiting for Megan. I rubbed my hard-on while I thought about what 
Megan wanted to do with me today. The circumstances were more opportune 
here than at my house, but still risky. While sitting on the couch I 
wet into my diapers.
	Megan returned a moment later with the baby bottle filled with 
apple juice. She then sat down on the couch and told me to sit on her 
lap. I lay myself back while she stuck the nipple into my mouth. She 
held my head up with her other hand. I held the bottle with my hand so 
that this would free her other hand up to work it over my crotch.
	"That's my baby boy!" Megan whispered, using a "mommy" type of 
voice. "There you go, drink it all down and wet your diapers like a 
good little boy."
	Megan continued to talk to me like this while I joyfully sucked 
the sweet apple juice out of the bottle. It was like my fantasies about 
her were coming true. Megan kept her other hand busy on the front of my 
diapers.
	"I can't feel anything," she said.
	"There's something there, trust me," I said.
	"I know, but I can't feel it through all those diapers you have 
on, little boy," Megan said. She then stuck her hand in between the 
thick folds of my diapers at the crotch to get a better feel for my 
hard-on.
	"Ahh, that's better," she said. "My my, you a wet wittle boy 
today, awen't ywou?" she said in a more baby-talk like voice.
	"I'm about to get wetter in a moment," I said, inferring that I 
felt like I was about to come. Megan didn't interpret it this way, at 
least she didn't acknowledge it this way.
	"You'll be plenty wet by the time you finish your juice," she 
said. I looked into Megan's eyes. She was transfixed on me, staring 
into my eyes. I finished off the juice and set the bottle down.
	"All gone," I said.
	"That's a good boy," Megan said.
	"I got some on my chin," I said nervously. "You have a napkin?"
	"No, I don't need napkins," Megan said. She then started licking 
the juice from my chin, which then led to her kissing me. She moved her 
hand down a few diapers closer to my boner.
	"You wanna take care of last night's unfinished business?" Megan 
asked me.
	"Uhh, you mean?" I asked, knowing what she was getting at, but I 
wasn't able to tell her what was going through my mind.
	"Yeah, I mean," Megan said. She pulled her shirt off, showing to 
me again her budding breasts. Next she removed her tight cutoffs. She 
asked me to pull her panties down for her. As I did this I slowly 
revealed all of her intimate, natural-born beauty.
	"Are you sure about this?" I asked Megan with her panties halfway 
off as I looked over towards the stairs, hoping that nobody would be 
coming down.
	"If someone comes down the stairs, we have plenty of warning," 
Megan assured me as she grabbed my chin and turned my face back towards 
hers.
	"Now finish the job you started," she said as she moved my hands 
back to her panties. I pulled them the rest of the way down. She 
stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Megan then bent over to 
pick up her clothes, mooning me with her large, lovely derriere. I knew 
she did this intentionally to get me even more aroused.
	"What are you doing with your clothes?" I asked her, whispering, 
of course.
	"Putting them in the bathroom, that way if someone comes down 
here I can just run in there and get dressed, pretend that I was using 
the toilet or something."
	"What about me?" I asked her.
	"Just stay put, dear," Megan said. "Turn the TV on and they'll 
just think that we were watching some show."
	"But what about...?" I started to ask Megan before she 
disappeared around the corner to stash her clothes in the basement 
bathroom. She then came back to me. I asked her to turn the light on so 
that I could see her naked body better. She did this just for a moment.
	"I don't want to draw too much attention and leave it on too 
long," she said as she turned the light back off. She then sat back 
down next to me.
	"Now that I'm naked, let's do the same thing to you," Megan said.
	"I have a lot of diapers on," I said. For a moment I thought I 
sounded just like Rain Man. "Yeah, definitely a lot of diapers."
	"I know, but we have all day this time," Megan said.
	"Okay," I said hesitantly. It was too late to back out of this 
now, and besides, I would have kicked myself to have gotten this far 
and then retreated.
	"So, why did you come over here in the rain, wearing just your 
diapers?" Megan asked me.
	"Lisa got drunk last night and she was being a bitch this morning 
with her hangover," I said glumly.
	"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie," Megan said sympathetically. 
"Bobby's come home a couple times like that."
	"I hope she never does it again," I said.
	"She's probably just curious about certain things she knows she 
isn't quite old enough to do yet, but she wants to find out about them 
anyway. Kind... of... like... what... we're...doing..."

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 83
---------------------------

	I had kicked my shoes off as Megan and I sat together on the 
couch. Megan had her arms around me as she began to kiss me. I felt my 
dick spring up to its full hardness in the confinement of my diapers. 
She then slipped her hands underneath my shirt. Then slowly, she 
slipped it off of me and tossed it aside.
	"We don't need this," she said as she resumed her embrace. I was 
feeling both very aroused but very tense at the same time. Megan could 
sense that I was tense. She must have felt my rapidly beating heart 
thumping as her small, but developing breast pressed up against my 
chest.
	"Relax," she said. She then backed off for a moment and asked me, 
"what's wrong?" I looked at her naked body as she sat before me.
	"We're gonna get caught," I said. "And besides, well..."
	Megan started kissing me again. Enshrouded in our combined body 
heat, I felt our bare chests up against each other again and I felt 
Megan's arms around my bare back. I tried to relax as much as I could, 
but something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't ready for 
this sort of thing. I was only twelve, albeit more advanced in my 
sexual maturity than many other boys my age. I just wasn't used to 
being with a girl like this, especially one who was buck naked, or 
butt-naked, whatever. In spite of my nervous feelings I couldn't resist 
this incredible erotic sensation. The more Megan and I kissed, the 
harder I felt my dick become. Megan then backed off again just as I was 
starting to settle down. She looked down at my thick, bulging diapers, 
which I had wet in while we were making out.
	"I think it's time you lose your diapers, little boy," Megan said 
as she pressed her hand into the many layers. I gave her a surprised 
look as the thought of "losing my diapers" seemed so improper for me, 
that is, if I were to lose them for good.
	"Just for a few minutes," Megan said. "I know how you can't do 
without your diapers."
	"Well, uh, that's what I was gonna get at," I stammered 
nervously. "I can't be without diapers for very long."
	"Long enough for me, I hope," Megan said.
	"I just wet myself while we were making out," I told her. "I 
could go any time, any place, without warning."
	"That's what you get for wearing diapers so long," Megan said.
	"I'm seeing the doctor about it this week," I told her.
	"Well, let me be your 'doctor' for now, okay?" Megan said. I knew 
she wanted to get my diapers off, and if I knew we were under better 
circumstances I wouldn't have had any reservations.
	"Okay, but you got to put them back on when you're done," I told 
her, agreeing that this would be a fair compromise.
	"Sure," Megan said. "But at least go for a *couple* minutes 
without them, you can handle that, can't you?," she asked.
	"I think so," I said to her.
	Megan told me to stand up so that she could pull off my plastic 
pants. She then got up off the couch and knelt down on the floor before 
me. She asked me to prop myself up so that she could take off my 
plastic pants. I complied with her request and she took a hold of the 
tight elastic waistband that kept my diapers sealed in. She then pulled 
on the leg bands and worked the plastic pants down my legs. Once she 
had the plastic pants at my knees I sat back down and she pulled them 
the rest of the way off. My outer diapers were still dry, so there was 
no worry about getting the couch wet.
	Megan then began unpinning my diapers. It took her awhile just to 
get the first one off.
	"I gotta admit that this would be a lot easier if you just wore 
underwear," Megan said as she began working on removing the second 
diaper.
	"Maybe diapers are the answer to teen pregnancy," I thought to 
myself, seeing that my diapers were serving as a good deterrent to this 
activity. In spite of the difficulty that Megan was having with getting 
all the pins out of my diapers, she continued unpinning my diapers. One 
diaper pin at a time, one diaper at a time, she stripped me of my 
thick, white and bulky diapers. Megan knew there was a prize at the end 
and she wanted to get it. Soon she had me undiapered enough to see that 
my erect penis was trying to pierce through the several layers of 
diapers that still remained in front of it. She ran her hand over the 
front of my now thinner diapers, further tempting me into an even 
greater state of arousal.
	"Getting closer," Megan said as she started on the next diaper. 
"But we have a ways to go."
	Megan eagerly unpinned the rest of my diapers, having reached the 
layers that I had gotten wet. A large pile of diaper pins was forming 
on the coffee table.
	"Ooh, you *are* wet," Megan said as she handled my piss-soaked 
diapers.
	"I've been much wetter than this," I said. "In fact, I usually 
soak all these diapers, front to back, side to side, by the time I get 
changed."
	"I can handle wet diapers," Megan said.
	"I'm also pretty messy when my diapers are taken off, too," I 
said, noting how unusual it felt that I was undiapered without having 
my butt smothered in shit.
	"I've babysat before, remember?" Megan said. "I've dealt with 
lots of messy boys' diapers. I have a younger brother whose diapers I 
changed, remember?"
	"When my diapers are messy, I mean they are *really* messy," I 
told Megan.
	"I know, I've changed you before when you've been messy," Megan 
replied. "Remember?"
	"Oh yeah," I said, thinking back a couple months to the afternoon 
I was alone and Megan came over.
	Megan then unpinned the final diaper. It was totally saturated in 
pee. My dick was really trying so hard now to penetrate the one diaper 
that stood between it and Megan. Megan released the remaining pins and 
my penis was freed at last from its confinement in the diapers. It 
stuck straight out from my body. Megan stared at it, admiring its 
enlarged state.
	"I think you've grown since last time," Megan said. She then 
reached for me to ascertain this finding.
	"I'm sure I have," I said, knowing that my genitals were still 
developing.
	"You sure have a big dick for a boy your age," she said.
	"How would you know?" I asked her.
	"Because Bobby was still small until he was fourteen," Megan 
said. "Remember, I have two brothers and I've seen them naked lots of 
times."
	"That doesn't count," I said, reciprocating Megan's remark from 
the night before.
	"That's right," Megan said as she began to explore me more 
intimately.
	"How did you get to see his dick when he was fourteen?" I asked 
Megan.
	"Let's just say I caught him jacking off on more than one 
occasion," Megan replied.
	"Now what if someone comes down here?" I asked Megan. "I can't 
exactly just put all these diapers back on."
	"In that case, hide behind the couch," Megan said.
	"What about you?" I asked her,
	"Like I said, I'll run into the bathroom and get dressed, then 
we'll re-diaper you when the coast is clear."
	Once again I was feeling so nervous, not only because I wasn't 
sure what exactly Megan had in mind at this point, or because we were 
still running a high risk of getting caught with her brothers being 
upstairs, but because I felt so vulnerable without diapers on. My 
diapers were still neatly stacked underneath my butt, ready to catch a 
bowel movement, but if I were to pee right now it would spray right 
into Megan's face.
	"You're nervous, aren't you?" Megan asked me.
	"Yeah, I am, very nervous," I said. I was trembling and sweating. 
My mouth was dry and my pulse was in overdrive. Megan put her hand on 
my chest and she could feel my heart. She then came closer to me and 
put both her hands on my shoulders.
	"I think I can help you to relax," she said as she stared into my 
eyes. Her eyes then shifted down to my erect penis, where I watched her 
hand grab a hold of it. The things she did with it over the next 
several minutes I will never forget. Without going into details, I'll 
just say that this was the moment I officially lost my virginity.
	Megan and I were both off the couch and on the floor as we each 
experienced such mind-blowing orgasms. I had all but completely 
forgotten about the circumstances we were under. I was hot and sweaty 
now, having just exhausted myself. I lay there and relaxed along with 
Megan. Suddenly I felt my bowels about to produce a big storm of poop.
	"Uh oh," I said as I suddenly got up off the floor.
	"What is it?" Megan asked me. "You hear someone coming?"
	"No," I said as I ran over to the couch and sat on my diapers. 
Just as I sat down I let out a big flood of runny poop, farting loudly 
as I defecated. It spilled onto the diapers, which fortunately caught 
the mess. Megan watched as poop kept spewing out of my butt. I was 
embarrassed, having taken a virtually diaperless shit right in front of 
Megan.
	"Oh God, that was close!" I exclaimed as loudly as I could in a 
whisper as I examined the rush of brown crap that was now all over the 
front of my diaper due to the projectile of my poop.
	"Yeah, tell me about it," Megan said.
	"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I told you, I can't be without my 
diapers for very long because of this."
	"I'm just glad we left your diapers there on the couch," Megan 
said. She stared down at the big pile of poop in my open diapers, 
fanning the odors away from her face.
	"I'm just glad it happened when it did," I said.
	"So do I," Megan said. "I suppose I'd better re-diaper you."
	I didn't know what to do with the diaper that I had pooped in. I 
asked Megan if she could throw it in the wash since the washing machine 
was down there in the basement.
	"That'll take too long," Megan replied.
	"You could plant it in your brother's room and then act like you 
found it, and then tell on him," I suggested with a laugh.
	"Good idea, Chris," Megan agreed with a laugh, "but then he'd 
know that it came from you."
	"Can you just rinse it out?" I asked Megan.
	"Yeah, I suppose I could try to sneak it upstairs with me and 
wash it in the bath tub, but I'll need to get dressed first, and you'll 
have to sit here all naked and poopy while you wait."
	I decided that the only option was for Megan to put the dirty 
diaper back on me and have me wear it out of the house since I wore it 
into the house along with all the other diapers. Megan agreed that 
under the circumstances that this was the only way to deal with the 
problem.
	"I could turn the diaper around so that the poopy side is on your 
butt," Megan suggested. "I mean, it was gonna get poopy back there 
sooner or later anyway."
	I agreed that this was a good idea. I sat up on my knees while 
Megan picked up the first three diapers and reoriented them so that the 
poop would go in the back where it usually is when I have a bowel 
movement. I then sat back down on the soiled diaper. The shit had lost 
its warmth and it felt like a cold gelatinous substance coating my 
buttocks. There was still some poop in the front of the diaper where it 
would go up over my balls, but this was nothing unusual since my poop 
eventually wound up in the front of my diapers, too.
	Megan pinned this and several of the other diapers back on to me. 
She was doing a very good job, getting the diapers nice and tight, 
looking as if they had ever been taken off. I felt pretty confident 
that neither Lisa nor Cindy would suspect a thing when one of them 
would change me later on.
	Megan had about half of my diapers back on me when suddenly we 
heard someone's footsteps at the top of the stairs.
	"Behind the couch! Hide!" Megan said to me as she got up. With 
only half my diapers on I leaped over the couch and ducked in the small 
space between it and the wall. She quickly picked up the remaining 
diapers and tossed them behind the couch, along with my plastic pants, 
shirt, shoes, and the baby bottle I brought along. Naturally, the shoes 
landed on my head. I remained still. Meanwhile, Megan had fled for the 
bathroom where she had left her clothes. I heard her close the door. 
She was likely frantically throwing all her clothes back on.
	I remain crouched down, feeling my body heat and smelling my 
dirty diapers. If I moved, sneezed, coughed, sniffled, cleared my 
throat, farted or breathed too hard, I was in trouble.
	"Megan! You down here?" came the voice of her older brother 
Bobby. The room was silent.
	"Megan?" he shouted again.
	"I'm in the bathroom!" she shouted. "Be right out!"
	As I continued to wait in absolute silence and in a virtual state 
of paralysis, I felt Bobby's body pressing into me when he sat down on 
the couch. If he had only known what was going on a few minutes before.
	"Oh shit!" I thought to myself. I thought of the pile of safety 
pins still sitting on coffee table. Bobby would see them for sure, even 
among the other items such as the remote controls to the TV and VCR, a 
couple Nintendo cartridges, some coasters, empty glasses, pop cans, and 
a copy of TV Guide.
	Megan flushed the toilet before she left the bathroom, either 
because she really had to use it or she wanted her brother to think she 
had used it.
	"What do you want?" Megan asked Bobby, acting like she was the 
only one there.
	"What have you been doing down here?" Bobby asked Megan, as if he 
suspected something. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." was all I 
could think right now.
	"Using the bathroom," Megan said.
	"Must have been some dump you just took," Bobby said.
	"Excuse me?" Megan said. "How would you know what I was doing in 
there?"
	"It stinks, for starters," Bobby said as he was likely smelling 
my poopy diapers. "Besides, your face is all red and you're sweating."
	"Okay, so I'm constipated, if you must know!" Megan shot back. 
Whether or not this was the case, I didn't know, but I figured Megan 
was just saying it to explain why her face was red and sweaty.
	"So what did you come down here for?" she asked her older brother 
just to change the subject.
	"I'm going to see Ray," Bobby said as he got up off the couch. 
"So it's your turn to babysit the twerp."
	"Okay, that's fine," Megan said, sounding like she wanted him to 
leave. "Have fun!"
	"Scott told me your boyfriend from school came over," Bobby said. 
Damn, I was hoping he'd leave.
	"Oh, Chris, you mean," Megan replied.
	"The one who wears diapers, right?" Bobby asked.
	"Yeah, he does," Megan answered honestly.
	"Scott said he came over in *just* his diapers. I would have 
*loved* to see that! Where is he?"
	"He left," Megan answered without hesitation.
	"I can't believe you know a kid your age who wears diapers!" 
Bobby said.
	"Chris has a lot of friends who wear diapers," Megan replied. 
"You'd be surprised."
	"So what's that mean, you gonna start wearing diapers, too?"
	"No!" Megan replied sharply. "I'm a girl!"
	"Yeah, good one!" I thought to myself as I heard Megan say this.
	"What's that have to do with anything?" Bobby asked.
	"They're all boys, the ones who wear diapers," Megan said. "It 
seems that only boys like to wear diapers, according to Chris."
	"Why does it still smell?" Bobby asked, suddenly changing the 
subject back.
	"It was me, I just used the bathroom, remember?" Megan said.
	"It still stinks like fresh shit," Bobby said."
	"Then it's probably mildew from the rain down here in the 
basement," Megan said as she now sensed the smell from my poopy butt.
	"Sure it is. What are you doing down here anyway?" Bobby asked 
Megan.
	"Scott stunk up the bathroom like he always does, so I came down 
here."
	"You don't fart lilacs yourself, Megan," Bobby said. "You just 
came out of the bathroom and now it stinks down here, too."
	"Everybody's shit stinks," Megan said. "Even yours, Bobby."
	"That's it, I'm outta here," Bobby said.
	It seemed that the coast was finally clear, but then Bobby asked 
Megan if she had seen his coat. He started looking around the room. I 
could tell from his footsteps that he was coming back over the couch to 
look behind it.
	"It's upstairs in the closet," Megan said.
	"Are you sure?" Bobby asked.
	"Yes, I was just in there to get mine," Megan said. Bobby 
retreated and went upstairs with Bobby.
	"Whew!" I said to myself as I heaved a heavy sigh of relief and 
felt my heart rate drop after peaking at an estimated 200 beats per 
minute. Then it dawned on me that my bike was still sitting out front.
	"Shit!" I mumbled as I thought about this. "Bobby's gonna see my 
bike!"
	Megan was gone for a couple minutes before she came back down to 
the basement. As she approached, she assured me that it was her.
	"Damn! That was close!" I said as I finally got up from my 
crouched position. As I expected to see, Megan was fully dressed again. 
It felt good just to stand up and relieve my cramped muscles. I picked 
up the rest of my diapers, plastic pants, shirt and shoes. I lay down 
on the floor where Megan put the rest of my diapers on me, putting the 
Thickies diapers on top of the stack. She then put the plastic pants on 
me. I then got up and put my shoes on.
	"You'd better get going," Megan told me while she put her hands 
on my shoulders.
	"Yeah, I suppose I should," I said.
	"Thanks for coming over," Megan said as she smiled at me. "I had 
fun."
	"So did I," I said to her as I hugged her some more. We kissed 
one more time before Megan escorted me back up the stairs. She 
remembered to pick up my baby bottle and she brought it up with us.
	"Where's Scott?" I asked.
	"Probably in his room," Megan replied.
	"Do you think he knows what we did?"
	"He's so na�ve about those things, he probably thinks we were 
playing pool or Nintendo or watching TV. I wouldn't worry about it."
	Megan handed me my coat and escorted me to the door.
	"I moved your bike out of the rain when I went to fill your 
bottle," Megan explained. "It's around the side of the house under the 
overhang."
	"Thanks," I told her. "Because Bobby would have seen it."
	I gave Megan one more quick kiss as I said goodbye to her and 
went around the house to get my bike. She waved to me and blew me a 
kiss as I rode away, showing off my diapered butt.
	It had stopped raining, but it was still cloudy and it looked 
like more rain was on the way. I decided to ride to Tony's house since 
I wasn't ready to go home just yet.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 84
---------------------------

	On my ride over to Tony's house a lot of afterthoughts came 
running through my mind about Megan and the definition of my own 
sexuality. I very much enjoyed what Megan and I did together, and I 
felt pretty lucky to have experienced this earlier than most boys do, 
but I felt guilty about it, too, and I felt that I had somehow 
"violated" myself. I didn't feel that I was really ready to experience 
this sort of thing and perhaps had satisfied my curiosity about girls 
too early. I felt as if I had ventured into uncharted territory without 
having been given a road map, so to speak. Diapers and sexual arousal 
from diapers and other boys wearing them was very familiar to me, and 
each time I masturbated while thinking about it I was satisfied and 
content with the pleasures that I gave myself from it. There was never 
any guilt or fear of others finding out, since everyone knows I jack 
off in my diapers. Being with Megan was like exploring the wild 
frontier, and I wasn't sure if this was the path I wanted to take while 
my sexual development continued. If I had to choose between Megan and 
other girls-- where diapers are not involved-- or diapers and all the 
boys I knew who wore them, I would likely choose the latter of the two. 
I felt safer with diapers.
	The rain had started up again just before I got to Tony's house. 
Even the dense cover of the mature trees in the old neighborhood did 
not provide much of a canopy from the rain. By the time I got to Tony's 
house I was wet again, and not just from inside my diapers, either.
	Kara answered the door when I showed up.
	"Hi Chris," she said. While seeing me come over in my diapers was 
nothing new to her anymore, the fact that I was riding out in the rain 
took her by surprise.
	"You're wet, Chris," she said.
	"Aren't I always?" I replied, referring to my diapers.
	"And poopy, I might add," she said. "I mean, what are you doing 
out in the rain?"
	"I wanted to see Tony," I said. "Nobody was around to drive me 
over."
	"He's in his room," Kara said as she invited me in. Kara's friend 
Christie was there. As she greeted me, she was surprised to see that I 
would go out in the rain in my diapers.
	"Are you wet?" she asked me jokingly.
	"More than wet," I replied as I pointed to my butt. Even though 
Tony didn't have any concerns for privacy since he was always in 
diapers or seen naked when he was changed, I still knocked on his 
bedroom door before I entered.
	"Hey man, what brings you out in this rain?" he asked me. He 
looked at me and could tell that I was feeling a tad bit glum.
	"I needed to get out of my house, and I needed to come talk to 
you about something," I told Tony.
	"Sure," Tony said as he offered me a seat on his bed.
	I told Tony about Lisa coming home drunk last night, especially 
after having driven home in such a condition. While I didn't have too 
much trouble telling him this, I found it harder to tell him about 
Megan coming over last night.
	"Did you guys, you know, do anything?" he asked me.
	"We started to," I told him. "But then we decided that it was too 
risky."
	I feared that Tony may get jealous just by telling him about last 
night's visit from Megan, to say nothing of what happened this 
afternoon at Megan's house. He seemed to be cool about all this, 
although he was surprised that I would take on such curiosity in girls, 
not just at an unusually early age, but at all. I decided to spill the 
beans about what Megan and I did today.
	"So, you *did* do it," Tony said, seeming to be satisfied with 
this revelation.
	"Yeah, we did," I said sullenly. "I feel guilty about it, too."
	For the next few minutes Tony and I talked about my feelings. 
Tony felt that perhaps I had done too much too soon and I may have 
gotten in over my head and I was overwhelmed by my being prepared for 
this sort of thing. He then handed me a book titled, "Boys and Sex."
	"My Mom gave this to me," Tony said. I looked through the book 
and skimmed over a few passages that described erections, the 
production of semen and all sorts of things that I had thought about 
when it came to sex but never had answers for. It covered masturbation 
extensively, but it only described masturbation in the sense of 
handling the bare penis. My method of masturbating in diapers was much 
different than what was described in the book. The book was even 
illustrated with several diagrams of the penis and testicles and it 
also covered female anatomy. I was getting a hard-on just from looking 
at the book.
	"Go ahead and take it home with you, I've already read it," Tony 
said. "Three times."
	"Thanks," I said to Tony. I put the book in the pocket of my coat 
which I had taken off and draped over the chair of Tony's desk so that 
it could drip-dry. While doing this, the baby bottle dropped out of the 
pocket and onto the floor.
	"What's with the bottle?" Tony asked me. I then explained to him 
how I had used it last night and today when I was at Megan's house. 
This helped change the subject and lighten my mood a little. Tony 
talked about his brief stint with using pacifiers when he was eight. I 
remembered a time when I saw a pacifier lying on the floor of his 
bedroom, but I never asked him about it and I never did see him 
actually using one. This had remained a mystery to me for years until 
Tony told me about it.
	"Do you still use them?" I asked him.
	"Not since I was eight," he said. I could tell that he was 
holding something back. He then admitted that he still liked to suck on 
pacifiers in private. He explained that he thought it was weird that he 
liked to do this, even in spite of the fact that he also loved to wear 
diapers.
	"We've been friends for years, Tony," I said, sounding 
disappointed that he had kept his pacifier sub-fetish under wraps. "You 
can tell me anything."
	"I know, but, shit, even though I wear diapers, I just wasn't 
sure what you'd think."
	"I think it's cool," I said. "I may even try using some, since I 
discovered how fun it is to drink from a bottle."
	Tony went to his desk drawer and gave me a couple of his 
pacifiers. He had kept them in the bottom drawer and hidden behind 
several folders and other papers. He bent down and stayed in this 
position for several seconds while he rummaged through the drawer. I 
had sat down on his desk chair and noticed that his diaper was very wet 
and messy as he stuck his butt in my face. I was getting hard from 
staring at his dirtily diapered behind. This helped greatly to reaffirm 
with myself that diapers and diapered boys were my first true love. I 
once again felt faithful to my feelings. I stuck the pacifiers into my 
other coat pocket and then grabbed my bottle from off the floor. I 
asked Tony if he had anything good to drink.
	"I just made some Kool-Aid last night," he suggested. We went out 
to the kitchen and to the refrigerator where I filled the bottle with 
some of the red drink. On our way back to his bedroom Kara and Christie 
noticed the bottle.
	"Oh look, Kara," Christie pointed out. "The boys are really 
playing 'baby' now!" Kara just giggled as she and Christie carried on 
with their activities playing with their dolls. I didn't really care at 
first what kind of dolls they were playing with, but when Kara picked 
one up it got my attention. It was a boy doll and it had a diaper on, a 
very big and thick diaper, at least big to the doll when scaling things 
down. The doll stood about two feet high. It was also wearing a striped 
T-shirt with the words "diaper boy" written on it with a marker.
	Christie was holding a similar doll, but this one was a girl doll 
and it had a dress on it. I stood and waited to see what the girl doll 
had on underneath. When Christie turned it upside down all I could see 
was its bare bottom, butt crack and all, no diapers. This seemed 
appropriate enough to Tony and me.
	Tony and I watched the girls play with the dolls. Kara was doing 
the role of the boy doll while Christie got to be the girl doll. The 
girls knew we were watching, so they continued to put on the show for 
us.
	"Ooh, Billy, I think you need a diaper change," Christie said in 
the voice that she had given the girl doll.
	"How can you tell, Sally?" Kara said as she tried to mimic a 
boy's voice. She turned the boy doll's butt to the girl doll's face.
	"Because I can smell it!" Christie shouted while plugging her 
nose. The two girls then broke into laughter together. "Pee-yhoo! Now 
lay down so I can change you!"
	Kara then laid the Billy doll down on the floor while Christie 
guided "Sally's" hands in removing the diapers. The diapers were made 
of real cloth and they used real diaper pins on it. In fact, the 
diapers were cut from the material of one of my old diapers that I had 
left behind at a sleepover a couple years ago. Apparently Kara and 
Christie had been influenced by seeing how I was diapered since "Billy" 
had on at least eight diapers, all of which covered up more than half 
his back and went up to his chest. The girls continued with their 
little skit.
	"Gee Billy, ever think about potty training?!" Sally asked Billy.
	"No!" Billy replied. "I don't wanna give up my diapers, ever!" 
his pretend voice shouted.
	"Okay, then I'll just have to diaper you again."
	"Please do! Please diaper me!"
	This was the first time I had ever heard any girl's voice being 
used to request being diapered. Of course Kara was just acting a boy's 
part, at least I hoped this was all she was doing. Tony assured me that 
this was all she was doing.
	"Okay, Billy, I'm taking your stinky diapers off now!" Christie 
vocalized Sally's voice. Christie had to "cheat" by setting the doll 
aside and removing the pins herself instead. I was surprised to see 
that the diapers actually had what looked like poop in them.
	"Does the doll actually poop?" I asked.
	"You would ask that, wouldn't you, Chris?" she said. I just 
smiled at her.
	"No, we just use Hershey's syrup," Christie then answered my 
question as she held up a bottle of the chocolate confection.
	"But he has a weenie like a real boy, though," Christie pointed 
out. Upon a closer look I could see the boy doll's plastic penis coated 
in chocolate. It was quite authentic looking. The penis even stood 
straight up like mine always did during a diaper change.
	"Now it's time to wipe your butt," Christie said to the boy doll. 
She had "him" lift his legs while she ran a facial tissue over his 
behind. After she cleaned the mock poop off the doll's bottom she 
picked it up and showed it to me.
	"See? He even has a butt crack," she giggled. She then made a 
farting noise while she stuck the doll's derriere into my face.
	"Oh phew, Billy, you farted!" Christie said as she put the doll 
back down.
	"Someone around here really does stink," Kara said, returning 
momentarily to her natural voice.
	"It's him! It's him!" Tony and I both pointed to each other and 
play wrestled, knowing that each of us had wet, stinky diapers on. 
Unlike the dolls, we had real "Hershey squirts" in our diapers, and not 
nearly as tasty, either.
	"See what fun you're missing out on, Christie?" Kara asked her.
	"Yeah, I wish I had a baby brother that I could diaper up," 
Christie lamented. "Playing with your dolls is almost as fun, though, 
Kara."
	"Older brothers work for diapering, too," Kara said, pointing out 
the fact that she was younger than her diaper-wearing brother Tony.
	"Diaper me quick before I poop again!" Kara said, returning to 
her boy-doll voice. Christie then grabbed a stack of the scale-sized 
diapers and folded them together. Meanwhile, Kara had taken the 
Hershey's syrup and squirted it all over "Billy's" butt and his tiny 
testicles.
	"Uh oh! Too late!" Kara said, bursting into laughter as she 
squirted the chocolate syrup onto the doll. Some of it had spilled onto 
his stomach.
	"Here, want the real stuff?" I asked as I stuck my smelly butt 
into Christie's face. "Just reach on in there and get a sample, there's 
plenty of it!" I told her as I pointed to the leg opening of my 
diapers.
	"No thanks, I'll stick to Hershey's," Christie said as she fanned 
her face and smelled my shit odors.
	"You know, you'd have to deal with that smell if you did have a 
brother to diaper," Kara said to Christie. "You'd get used to it, 
though; I did."
	Christie then put the new diapers on the Billy doll, covering up 
the syrupy mess that had been poured all over his little crotch area. 
After he was rediapered by "Sally", Sally had her pajamas put on her, 
while Billy was left in his diapers and his T-shirt. The dolls then 
went to bed for the night, at least according to Kara and Christie.
	"My turn to be Sally when they wake up!" Kara declared. "It's fun 
pretending to be the boy sometimes, but I'm glad I'm really a girl."
	Tony and I returned to his room and we took turns drinking Kool-
Aid from the bottle until about half of it was gone. We talked about 
yesterday's D.B.A. club meeting. I needed all the reaffirmation that I 
could get that my sexual feelings were based on diapers, always have 
been and always will be. After awhile Tony and I were taking turns 
"feeding" each other. Tony decided that he wanted to be the "feedee" 
while I was the "feeder." He sat in my lap and lay down with his back 
propped up on the headboard oh his bed, using his pillows to cushion 
himself. I used one hand to hold the bottle in his mouth while y other 
hand was underneath his bottom. I massaged his dick and balls while he 
drank from the bottle. I could feel his poop mushing around underneath 
his squishy wet diaper. He needed to be changed and I hoped that he 
would let me do it. When the bottle was down to one quarter of its 
capacity, Tony and I switched off and he fed me. He also put his free 
hand underneath my bottom and massaged my crotch. He couldn't feel my 
genitals underneath all the diapers I had on, but he knew that I could 
feel his hand rubbing the cloth layers. The poopy mess that was smeared 
all over my nuts provided some lubrication and allowed the stack of 
diapers to slide back and forth more easily. Tony rubbed more 
vigorously and he made me come. I felt like I had shot a blank since I 
had just expended myself on Megan a couple hours earlier. Still, it 
felt very satisfying. After I had a mostly dry come I made a mental 
note to myself to look up in Tony's book to see if it mentioned how 
quickly semen is replenished.
	I told Tony that I had a dry ejaculation. He was still hard and 
wanting to unload his little swimmers and he wanted me to help him.
	"I haven't even jacked off yet today," he said. "And it's after 
3:00 in the afternoon."
	"What's wrong with you, boy?" I asked him, feeling his forehead 
as if he were feeling sick or something.
	"I dunno," Tony said. "I've been thinking about some things 
myself."
	"Like what?" I asked him.
	"I really think I'm gay," he said.
	"Maybe you are," Tony said. "Maybe I am, too. I find diapered 
boys more exciting than girls, if you want to know the truth."
	"Me, too," he said. "Except, well, I hardly ever think about 
girls. After reading that book, I think that I would be past the 
'curiosity' stage where I think about sex with boys, and that I would 
be thinking about girls by now if I weren't gay. I mean, you had a 
little fling with Megan just today."
	"I think that was just a fleeting moment of curiosity," I said to 
Tony. "The more I think about it, the more I wish I hadn't done it. It 
tarnishes my record."
	"So, do you want to tell me more about what you and Megan did?" 
Tony asked me.
	"Sure," I replied. Tony finished off the last of the Kool-Aid 
while I told him all the juicy details. My dick was trying to regain 
its rigidity while I recapped the episode down in the basement, but it 
was tired now. Tony, on the other hand, was stroking himself through 
his overripe diapers, which I could smell very strongly now.
	"You like this story?" I asked Tony.
	"Yeah, I do," he said.
	"Even though it's about Megan, a girl?"
	"I keep thinking that I'm in Megan's place," Tony said.
	"With a few anatomical exceptions, I hope," I added.
	"Oh yeah," Tony assured me.
	"And she wasn't wearing diapers, either, please note," I 
emphasized.
	"Well, neither am I, when I think about your story you're telling 
me," Tony said. He then asked me if he wanted me to reenact the things 
that Megan and I did earlier.
	"I'll have to take a rain check," I told him, pointing out my 
diaper-covered penis, which was very tender now.
	"Also, these diapers take awhile to remove and put back on," I 
added.
	"Next sleepover, okay?" Tony asked me.
	"You bet," I promised him.
	Tony then asked me if I could change his diaper for him. He got 
into his position on the floor and lay still. I went to his diaper 
drawer and pulled out a fresh Thickies. I held it up to my nose and 
smelled it before I took it over to Tony. As Tony usually pre-powdered 
his diapers, this further enhanced the pleasing aroma. I removed his 
soaked and shitted-in diaper. It felt heavy as I pulled it away from 
his butt. His dick was hard and ready, on the verge of coming.
	"Finish me off, could you?" Tony asked me. I immediately obliged 
and took a hold of his dick. It felt warm and moist from all the piss 
that his penis' skin had absorbed. I jerked him off vigorously, and I 
stuck my diapered behind in his face to give him a visual and olfactory 
aid. It didn't take him long to come. His semen shot up into my face, 
which caught me by surprise. I immediately wiped it off with the diaper 
that I was about to put on him.
	Tony's dick gradually fell to a limp state as he had just 
expended over half a day's worth of semen production, assuming he had 
played with himself last night, a safe bet that was. I proceeded to 
diaper him. Knowing how a freshly jerked off dick felt to the touch, I 
was careful to not apply too much pressure to his dick when I pulled 
the diaper tightly over his stomach.
	I looked out Tony's bedroom window and noticed that the clouds 
were breaking. I had been thinking about Nathan and Luke and what their 
mother had said about them being in the diaper club. Tony and I agreed 
to go visit them. We had nothing else to do, especially since our 
collective libido was out of commission at the moment. Tony gave them a 
call and found out that their parents were gone for the afternoon.
	"We'll be right over," Tony said. We then went outside in just 
our diapers and hopped on our bikes as we made the long ride over to 
Nathan's and Luke's house.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 85
---------------------------

	Tony and I dashed through the neighborhood and again found 
ourselves in the same predicament that we were in before when we 
reached the main street, hoping that there were no policeman 
approaching. While we weren't exactly clear on whether or not two boys 
at our age going around in diapers was considered indecent exposure, we 
didn't want to find out the hard way. We were still taking a chance as 
it was since a policeman could just as easily be driving through the 
neighborhood.
	It was Sunday afternoon and traffic was lighter than normal, so 
after a couple cars went by we rode across to the next subdivision. We 
decided to take a different route than before to avoid any more 
possible run-ins with Chuck and Steve. As expected, we caught the 
attention of some of the people who had gone outside after the rain had 
passed, but we kept going and ignored whatever it was they had said to 
us. We admired the faint rainbow appeared ahead of us as we rode our 
bikes.
	This time we made it to Nathan's and Luke's house without any 
difficulties. Hoping their parents were still gone, Tony and I went up 
to the door. Luke answered it. I was hoping to see that he would be in 
diapers, but if he was, they weren't thick enough to keep his jeans 
off. As I examined his waist, there was no sign of diapers anywhere. In 
fact, the waistband of his briefs was showing above his belt loop.
	"Hi guys," he said, surprised to see that we had come over in 
just diapers since the temperature felt like it was in the mid sixties 
that afternoon.
	"Where's the diapers?" I asked Luke as I pointed out his 
underwear waistband showing.
	"Don't ask," he said as he invited us in.
	"Why, what happened?" I asked him. "Sorry, but I have to ask."
	"Mom says we can't be in the club," he answered dejectedly.
	"What the fuck? Why?!" I exclaimed.
	"That sucks," Tony said.
	"And I'm not allowed to wear diapers anymore, either," he 
continued, speaking in an even more sullen tone.
	"But you got to wear them all summer!" I interjected even more. 
This was a complete shock to me. It made no sense.
	"I know, but Mom thought that the club was taking it too far and 
she thinks I'm getting too obsessed with wearing diapers."
	"What's wrong with that?" I asked. "Shit, your mom would really 
hate me then if she knew how obsessed I was with diapers."
	"I don't know," he said. "I don't get it. If Nathan wears 
diapers, what does it hurt if I wear them, too?"
	"What's the big deal, even if you are obsessed with diapers?" I 
asked him.
	"We had a long talk about it last night. Mom and Dad both say 
that if I don't have to wear them then I shouldn't because I'll 
eventually lose control of my bladder and my bowels. I believed that 
about as much as I believed them when they said my face would freeze if 
I kept making funny faces."
	"It's true," I told Luke. "You can and will eventually lose 
control of your muscles if you recondition them so that 'holding it' is 
no longer necessary. In other words, you can reverse potty training 
just from wearing diapers for a long time. I can't stop wearing diapers 
now, even if I wanted to, God forbid *that* ever happens!"
	"You can actually lose control?" Luke asked me.
	"That's what happened to me. I'm seeing the doctor about it this 
week."
	"You mean, you're going to get your control back?" Luke asked me, 
sounding incredulous.
	"Fuck no!" I said very resolutely as I pulled up on my diapers. 
"Double-fuck no! He's going to look at how much my system has 
degenerated since I last saw him and what my chances would be if-- that 
is IF and ONLY IF-- I were to be re-trained. These diapers are 
staying!"
	"I wish I could be as lucky as you are," Luke said with a deep 
sigh.
	"Well, just shit your pants a few times and you'll get put into 
diapers like I did," I said. "It worked for me."
	"Easier said than done," Luke replied. "You were still only 
eight."
	"I did it ever since they took my diapers away when I was four," 
I added.
	"And you got spanked a lot, too."
	"Yeah, but I didn't let that stop me," I said.
	We sat down in the front room and talked about getting Luke back 
into diapers and back into the club.
	"You can't quit the club now," I said, desperately persuading 
Luke to try to get his parents to let him come back to the club.
	"You did the initiation, and you signed the 'no more toilets' 
declaration thing," I told him.
	"Yeah, but it doesn't carry a lot of weight, legally speaking," 
Luke said. "Since I was forced to quit by my Mom, what I have declared 
myself to do for the club is pretty much a moot point now."
	"Yeah, I guess it is," I admitted.
	"So, what about Nathan?" Tony asked.
	"Lucky bastard," Luke groaned. "He's still wearing diapers 
because he has to."
	"Where is he?" Tony asked.
	"In his room, in his diapers. The more I look at him going around 
in diapers the more jealous I get. I'm getting jealous just looking at 
you guys!"
	"So why don't you just put some diapers on?" I suggested.
	"Yeah, your parents aren't home, so take advantage of it!" Tony 
added.
	"I wish I could, but my parents keep all of Nathan's diapers 
under lock and key, and they only let him wear two Thickies at a time, 
that way I won't 'borrow' any from him after he's been diapered."
	"There is one thing you could do," I suggested.
	"What's that? Go buy some of my own?" he asked us. "I spent all 
my allowance on the club dues and other things."
	"No, no, just listen," I said as I knelt down next to Luke and 
put my arm around him.
	"How much underwear do you have?" I asked him, alluding to my old 
standby that I suggested for anyone who didn't have any diapers 
available to him.
	"Maybe a couple dozen pairs or so," Luke replied.
	"That's a modest start, anyway," I said. "Are they all white?"
	"Yeah, now that I've outgrown Funpals," he said. "And I don't 
care much for boxers. Why?"
	"It sounds like you already have some diapers," I said. "At least 
you have what it takes to make diapers."
	"You mean I can make diapers out of my underwear?" Luke asked me.
	"Of course. How do you think I made my diapers before my parents 
provided them for me?" I told him. I explained to him how I would wear 
several pairs at a time to achieve the look and the thickness of 
diapers, hence the reason I asked him if all his underwear was white.
	"I don't know about this," Luke said as he hesitated. "I'm afraid 
I'll get in trouble."
	"So, just do it when your parents aren't around, or when you go 
to bed," I said.
	"It's no fun when you have to keep it a secret," Luke said. "I'd 
like to go around in diapers all the time like Nathan gets to do."
	"Well, if you really, really want to show your parents that you 
want to wear diapers and that *nothing* is going to stop you-- NOTHING-
- then you have to take some chances and face punishment. If it's 
really worth it to you, you'll do it."
	"I don't think this is going to convince them," he said.
	"Of course it will!" I said. "I mean, you're going to pee and 
poop no matter what, so they can't stop you from doing it, and if you 
keep peeing and pooping in your pants they'll put you back in diapers. 
Even if they try to keep you from doing it in your underwear, you can 
do it on the couch, in your bed, wherever. They're not going to put up 
with the mess and the smell, and they'll diaper you eventually, I can 
just about guarantee it!"
	Luke thought about it for a moment, as if he were mustering up 
enough willpower to again declare himself toilet-free and be qualified 
to once again become a member of the D.B.A. club.
	"You guys are going to have to help me out," he said after 
thinking for several minutes.
	"Sure, we'll do whatever it takes," Tony said. I nodded in 
agreement.
	"What would you like us to do?" I asked him.
	"I dunno, I'm just afraid I'll chicken out or something and go 
back."
	"So, you want us to maybe force you to wear diapers, or whatever 
we can make of your underpants?"
	"Yeah, something like that," he said. "I'm hoping I can get 
caught somehow, but if I really do it and then my parents come home, I 
know I'll run to my room and put my pants back on and take my 'diapers' 
off."
	Tony and I looked at each other.
	"Got some ideas?" he asked me. I nodded silently in a somewhat 
sinister sort of way.
	"Let's go to your room," I said. Luke led us into his room.
	"How long until your parents come home?" Tony asked him.
	"A couple hours, hard to say. They left right before you guys 
called."
	"Who's changing Nathan's diapers?" I asked.
	"He has to keep his diapers on until they get back, since he 
can't even get to his own diapers and he really doesn't know how to put 
them on by himself very well anyway."
	"So they probably won't be gone long," Tony said.
	"He's got two Thickies on, he'll be good for awhile."
	"I can attest to that, being a bona-fide Thickies wearer myself," 
I said, pointing to my very wet and soiled diapers.
	"You mean 'boner-fide?'" Tony said, using Butthead's voice from 
"Beavis and Butthead."
	"Yeah, huh huh, I got a boner in my diapers," I said, emulating 
the voice of Beavis. Luke laughed at this.
	"I've been in these diapers since this morning," I told Luke.
	"I can tell," Luke said, noting my strong piss and shit stink 
that was constantly radiating from my butt and crotch.
	Nathan then stripped off his pants. As he unbuttoned the fly of 
his Levi's 501 jeans his hard dick sprang out, trying to push through 
the fly front of his briefs. He started to take his shirt off, too.
	"No, no, leave the shirt on," I said. "You'll need it." Tony 
looked at me as he knew what I was thinking.
	"Sorry, just habit, I guess," Luke said.
	Nathan was down to his briefs from his waist down. It was no 
surprise that there was a prominent skid mark in the seat of his 
underwear.
	"Looks like you're off to a good start already," I said as I 
pointed out the brown streak in the seat of his underpants.
	"Yeah, I guess I am being sort of defiant against my parents by 
not wiping," he confessed.
	"Might as well 'finish the job', if you know what I mean," I said 
as I nudged Tony.
	"Have you taken a shit yet today?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, a few hours ago," he said. "Where do you think the stain 
came from?"
	"Have you had lunch?"
	"A couple sandwiches and some soup," he said.
	"Wanna make them digest faster?" I asked him.
	"What, what are you guys thinking?"
	"Laxatives, what else?" I replied.
	"I got in deep shit for that, too, by the way," Luke said.
	"You already were in deep shit, get it? Laxatives? Deep shit? Ha! 
Ha! Ha!" I said, pointing out Luke's unintentional pun. Tony laughed 
along with me as we both slapped our bare knees in mock hilarity.
	"You want us to force you to get caught, this is what you have to 
do," Tony said, trying to encourage Luke to proceed.
	"Now put all your underwear on," I told him.
	"*All* of it?" he asked.
	"As much as you can fit," I said. "You gotta wear them really 
good and thick. You're gonna get caught anyway, so you might as well 
make it count."
	"Okay," Luke said. He proceeded to put his underpants on, one 
pair over another, repeating this cycle until her had six pairs on.
	"How's this?" he asked.
	"Keep going!" I said. "You're not even close to having the 
equivalent of a diaper yet."
	"I don't have enough to make mine look like your diapers," Luke 
said.
	"You'd have to buy out the entire boys' underwear department at 
K-Mart to do that," I told him as I demonstrated the sheer extreme 
thickness of my diapers. "Put on as many pairs as you can fit."
	Luke continued putting on his underpants. Slowly, his 
conglomeration of Hanes, Fruit of the Loom and BVDs were starting to 
resemble the likeness of a diaper. The thickness increased with every 
layer he added. My already hard dick was getting even harder as I 
watched Luke diaper himself in his underwear. He managed to get 
fourteen pairs on before giving up on number fifteen, which would not 
fit.
	"Good enough for now," I said. "You still have your diaper pins?" 
I asked Luke.
	"They're all in Nathan's room," he said. "They only stashed the 
diapers, but not the pins."
	"Perfect!" I said.
	"What are you going to do with them?" he asked me.
	"We'll pin your briefs to your shirt so that they'll be harder to 
take off," I said.
	"You have some crazy ideas," Luke said.
	"Actually, my sisters have some crazy ideas," I said. "They used 
to pin my diapers to my shirt all the time, before they knew that I 
wasn't planning on taking them off anyway. They still do it sometimes, 
but just for fun now."
	"You wanted us to force you into this situation, so we're just 
giving you the help you asked us for," Tony said.
	"I know," Luke said nervously as he led us to Nathan's room. We 
went in and Nathan was sitting at his desk drawing. He was thickly 
pinned up in a foul-smelling double set of Thickies diapers. He turned 
around and looked at us.
	"Hi Chris, hi Tony," he said, looking down at our diapered 
crotches. He then looked at Luke and all the underwear he had on.
	"Is that your diaper now?" he asked.
	"It is," Luke replied.
	"You're gonna get in trouble if Mom and Dad come home and see you 
like that," he said.
	"Let 'em see me," Luke said boldly and defiantly. "I *want* to 
get caught."
	"What for?"
	"So I can get my diapers back," he said.
	"Do you think that's gonna work?" Nathan asked.
	"It'd better," Luke said.
	"It will," I told him as I patted his shoulder to make him feel 
more assured.
	"What are you guys doing?" Nathan asked us.
	"Locking Luke into his 'diapers' so he can't take them off," I 
answered. Nathan had an ample supply of diaper pins, so this gave Tony 
and me plenty of them to use on Luke. He stood still as Tony stuck pins 
into the front and I got to do the back. Just like Lisa and Cindy had 
done when they lock-pinned my diapers to my shirt, I applied a greater 
concentration of diaper pins to the rear, which not only ensured that 
these would be the most difficult for Luke to reach and remove, but it 
also gave me more time to look at Luke's pseudo-diapered butt. Seeing 
his underpants layered together with several waistbands showing brought 
back some fond memories of my between-diaper days. Nathan watched with 
amusement as Tony and I kept sticking diaper pins into Luke's shirt and 
attaching it to the top four pairs of his underwear.
	"There, now just try taking them off!" I said, recalling having 
heard Lisa and Cindy saying this to me a number of times.
	"I guess I'm stuck for awhile, aren't I?" Luke said nervously as 
he examined the pins around his waist and tried in vain to pull down on 
his underpants.
	"We're not done yet," I said.
	"You mean, the laxatives?" he asked.
	"That, and one other thing," I replied.
	"What's that?" he asked.
	"Take away your pants," I stated.
	"You serious?" Luke asked, sounding alarmed.
	"Hey, I'm just doing what my parents and my sisters did to me 
when I got put into diapers. They gave me lots of good ideas."
	"You can't wear them right now anyway since they won't fit," Tony 
stated.
	"What are you going to do with my pants?" he asked us.
	"Just make them temporarily inaccessible," I replied. We went 
back to Luke's bedroom where he reluctantly handed his pants. He picked 
up the pair he had on the floor and also gave us the ones he had in his 
closet. He also had a couple pairs of shorts that he surrendered for 
the sake of his determination to get caught and hopefully get put back 
into diapers.
	"Do you have any pajama bottoms?" I asked Luke.
	"Nope, I don't wear them," he said.
	"Good," I said. "Then this should just about cover it."
	We went back to Nathan's room and asked him if he knew of some 
good places to hide Luke's pants so that he would not have them 
available to him when his parents came home. Nathan took the entire 
stack in his arms and went out to the garage. His thick diapers forced 
him to waddle.
	"Now, let's give you the laxatives," Tony said to Luke. "You have 
any around?"
	"Sure, check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," Luke told us. 
The poor boy was trembling. He knew it was too late to turn back now. 
He led us into the bathroom and pulled out a box of tablets.
	"How many should I take?" he asked. His hand was so shaky I could 
hardly read the label on the box.
	"Depends on how much you want to make your parents make you wear 
diapers again," we told him.
	Luke decided to just take one pill, not wanting to overdo it. He 
held it in his hand and looked it over for several seconds.
	"Here goes," he said as he put the pill in his mouth and 
swallowed it.
	"Well, now I guess we just wait until my parents come home," Luke 
stammered. "The shits gonna hit the fan, I just know it."
	"It's gonna hit your underwear, that's for damn sure!" I said. We 
went out to the front room and played video games while waiting for 
Luke's Mom and Dad to return.
	A half hour later Luke was still wearing clean and dry underwear. 
The laxative was slow to kick in. His parents hadn't shown up yet. 
Fifteen minutes later, his bowels gave way to the laxative. He strained 
as he tried to resist pooping in his multiple briefs, but as I had 
learned long ago, all poop must eventually come out of the butt, and 
soon, it did. Without having any way to remove his underwear, he ended 
up taking a big, smelly crap in them. He sat with his legs apart. His 
crotch was packed tightly with several white strips of cloth, some 
overlapping each other at the edges, collectively forming a suitable 
diaper crotch. His underwear was too thick to see anything, but just 
knowing that underneath all those white crotches packed in between his 
legs was a fresh load of shit that wasn't going anywhere until he got 
his briefs taken off. Luke enjoyed it at first, but now he realized the 
gravity of his situation and he started to panic.
	"I can't do this!" Luke said in resignation. "Hurry, take the 
pins out! Please! Take the pins out! Let me go clean up! Give me my 
pants back!"
	Luke was trying frantically to get the pins out of his underwear, 
but I put a dozen of them just along the back of his underwear and he 
could not be able to get them off without getting someone else to help 
him. He thought about ripping his shirt off of the pins, but we had him 
tuck it down into his briefs as far as it would go, and it was a nice 
shirt, too, too nice to ruin.
	"Oh God, why did I do this?" Luke yelled as he held his hands to 
his forehead. "I'm busted, I'm busted!"
	"Relax!" Tony told Luke. "Think about what you are doing this for 
in the first place. It will be so much easier for you to wear diapers 
and enjoy them after you get through this."
	"It may not be easy now, but keep at it, and let your parents 
know that you are not going to give up wearing diapers, no matte what," 
I told him.
	"I know," he said, trying to hold back his tears of guilt. He was 
in hysterics now, knowing that he would be in big trouble if his 
parents caught him now. Tony and I looked at each other. We nonverbally 
agreed to give him one final chance to back out.
	"You want us to help you out of your 'diapers?'" I offered.
	"Yes, please," he replied. "Hurry, they could be home any 
minute!"
	"Like, this minute?" Tony said as he heard a car pulling in to 
the driveway.
	"Shit, they're home!" Luke said. "I gotta hide!" he said. "You 
guys split! Get the fuck outta here! Now!"
	"They're going to come in through the front door, so where do you 
want us to go?" Tony asked.
	"The back door!" Luke yelled. "Hide out in the back yard or 
something and wait several minutes, and then just leave!"
	"Okay," we said as we headed to the back door. Tony and I looked 
around the yard to see where we could hide. There was a small shed off 
of the patio. We stood behind it, wedged between the shed and the 
fence. We figured within a few minutes Luke would be getting his ass 
beaten. Both Tony and I felt bad for him, but then we both acknowledged 
that he could have backed out at any point and by no means were we 
forcing him to go along with the things we were doing as he agreed to 
all of it.
	Ten minutes later we heard someone open the back door and come 
into the back yard.
	"You boys better come out if you're still here!" an angry man's 
voice yelled. Most likely it was Luke's father. Tony and I cringed as 
we saw his shadow approaching the side of the shed. He opened the shed 
and rummaged through it. Seeing that we were not there, he slammed the 
door shut. He then went towards the back yard.
	"Now?" I asked Tony, debating whether or not we should bolt for 
the front of the house and get on our bikes and vanish. We watched the 
man search the yard some more, looking up in the trees and through the 
knot holes in the fence across from us.
	"Now," Tony said. At the same time, we both streaked across the 
yard and tried to get to the gate. Our white diapers must have caught 
his attention.
	"You boys stop!" he yelled at us. He came charging towards us. We 
thought we had made it, but he grabbed both of us by our shirt collars 
and he would not let us go. We tried to fight him off, but he was a 
strong man. I felt sorry for Luke if this man were to spank him, given 
his strength.
	"You boys come with me, we need to talk," he said. He escorted 
Tony and me back into the house and into the living room. Luke was 
sitting next to his Mom. His eyes were swollen from the stream of tears 
cascading down his face. He still had all his underwear on, pins and 
all. Had it not been for Luke sitting there in desperate need of our 
support, Tony and I would have bolted for the front door and not dealt 
with this asshole.
	"Have a seat!" he said as he pointed to the floor.
	The man confronted us and explained to us what Luke must have 
told him. He had pretty much told the truth. He didn't mention anything 
about taking laxatives, however, as this was never mentioned.
	"I don't know what it is with you boys, but I don't like what 
you're trying to get my son into," he stated sharply. "You guys are 
like a gang, a diaper gang. You're trying to recruit my son into your 
gang, and I don't like it!"
	"It's a club, not a--" I started to say before he stopped me.
	"I'm still talking, now you zip your lip until I'm done talking!" 
he said. I wanted to tell him to fuck himself since he wasn't even my 
Dad and I had no respect for him at all, but I wanted to help Luke and 
I didn't want to make things any worse by mouthing off to this prick.
	The man accused us of forcing Luke into putting all his underwear 
on and having us pin it to his shirt, as well as hiding his pants. 
Again, he likened our activities to a gang initiation. I could only 
bite my tongue for so long. I then stood up, burst out and said, "Look, 
we're not a gang like you say we are! We're just boys who like to wear 
diapers! We're not doing drugs, we're not mugging people or murdering 
them. We're not doing anything wrong!"
	Luke's dad stared at me.
	"So, how do you explain this?" he asked me, pointing to Luke.
	"He wanted us to force him into getting caught and he asked us to 
make it harder for him to back down in case he changed his mind."
	"Son, are they telling the truth?"
	"Yes, Dad," Luke nodded as he wiped his eyes.
	"Do you really want to wear diapers so bad that you'd go this to 
convince us?!"
	"Yes," Luke said with a hoarse voice. It sounded like things were 
starting to settle down now. Perhaps a resolution would be reached.
	"We shouldn't have let you wear diapers all summer," his father 
said.
	"Then why did you?" Luke asked. "Why was it okay then?"
	"We didn't think it would lead to this," his mother said. "I 
mean, I can't believe that there are actually clubs out there that 
promote wearing diapers!"
	"There are, Mom, and I think I belong to it," he said.
	"Luke, we talked about this last night," his mother said. "If you 
keep wearing diapers, you'll end up like Nathan and you'll need them 
all the time. Is that what you want?"
	I could tell that Luke wasn't sure how to answer. He didn't say 
anything for a long time.
	"You're not answering," his father said. "Why aren't you 
answering your mother's question?"
	"You just don't understand!" Luke said. "You know I want to wear 
diapers, you even let me wear diapers, so you must have known then! Why 
won't you let me wear them now?"
	"Because we think you're getting too involved in it," his mother 
replied.
	"So what!" Luke blurted out. "Maybe I am obsessed with diapers!"
	"Like these guys, right?" his father said as he pointed to Tony 
and me.
	"Maybe so," Luke said.
	"You boys need help," the father told us. "You're a couple of 
depraved diaper delinquents," he called us.
	"Marge, get the boy cleaned up," Luke's father told his mother.
	"You boys, out of my house now!" he said. "I don't ever want to 
see you back here ever again!" He escorted us out the door and slammed 
it behind us.
	Tony and I felt bad about what getting Luke into so much trouble. 
We talked about it all the way back home. It was getting close to 
evening and I was ready to go home and get my diapers changed and take 
a nap.
	Tony and I rode back to our subdivision and rode together until 
we reached Tony's street. We stopped and talked.
	"Don't worry, Chris," Tony said to me. "I think Luke will forgive 
us, and he'll get this straightened out with his family."
	"I hope so," I said. I gave Tony a hug and thanked him for 
helping me work out some of my feelings I was having earlier about my 
sexuality.
	"Read that book," he reminded me. "It will probably answer most 
of your questions," he told me.
	"Thanks," I said as I parted ways with him and headed for home.
	By this time, Lisa had overcome her hangover. She talked to me 
about drinking and told me that if I ever faced the temptation to 
drink, don't, or at least wait until I was old enough. I had no 
intentions of ever doing so, even when I turned twenty-one.
	Since Lisa was being so open about her little iniquity, I almost 
felt like I should confess to mine. I hinted at it when I asked her, 
"What about sex?"
	"You'll know when the time is right for that," Lisa said. Knowing 
that she's slept with a few guys herself, it would have been 
hypocritical for her to tell me to wait until I was married. 
Considering the way I felt after visiting Megan today, I felt that Lisa 
was right, and for me, I didn't think the time was right for me and her 
to experience these things so early.
	"Why do you ask?" Lisa asked me.
	"I dunno," I said, deciding that I had better let sleeping dogs 
lie.
	"He's at that age," Cindy said.
	"If you really want my advice on sex, Chris, I'd stick to your 
diapers since that seems to work for you just fine and diapers don't 
get pregnant," Lisa said as she left the room.
	"Neither do boys," I thought to myself, again wondering at what 
point between straight and gay I fell on the sexuality scale.
	Cindy then gave me a much overdue diaper change. It felt good to 
have those wet, poop-covered heavy diapers taken off. Cindy didn't 
notice that the pins were any different from the way Megan refastened 
them into my diapers. I think Cindy just wanted to get them off of me 
since I was so smelly after wearing unchanged diapers for over nine 
hours. Instead of cleaning me up I went into the shower and rinsed off 
my poopy butt. When I returned, Cindy wrapped me into some clean, dry 
and fresh diapers, not that they would remain this way for long.
	I went to my crib and lay in it as I took a nap. I was awakened 
for dinner about an hour later. I was still tired, but at least I was 
awake enough to read part of the book that Tony lent me. I finished out 
the day by writing another very long diaper-y entry on the computer. 
When I went back to my crib for the night I had the urge to jack off 
again. I thought about both Megan and Tony, and as I thought back upon 
the day's event, my mind drifted over towards Tony and Luke pooping in 
their diapers. For the third time today I came wildly in my diapers as 
I thought about diapers and boys. This pretty much helped me to settle 
the quandary I was in regarding my sexuality.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 86
---------------------------

	It was Monday night and Lisa had left for the airport to pick up 
Mom and Dad. They made it back home from Reno okay. Of course I wanted 
to know how much money they won while they were in Reno, but they 
didn't have any big winning stories to report this time around, 
unfortunately. I was hoping they'd at least win enough to buy a new 
computer so I could have the old one for use with the club, but they'll 
probably buy a new one anyway. A new computer for myself would have 
been even better, but this would have been pushing it. My parents never 
learned of Lisa's partying or my afternoon alone with Megan in her 
basement. Cindy was the only one who kept her nose clean, as far as I 
knew, anyway.
	Mom was going to also take Tuesday morning off from work so that 
she could take me to the doctor then. As I went to bed Monday night I 
was feeling nervous about seeing Dr. Johnston again, especially with 
everything he told me and my Mom about the possible effects that long-
term diaper wearing would have on me on my first visit a few months 
after I was put into diapers. When I saw him again a year later he 
noticed that the effects of my shunning the toilet were more pronounced 
and advised that retraining my body would be more difficult. It wasn't 
the fact that I was becoming incontinent that bothered me. In fact, I 
enjoyed knowing that my diaper dependency was increasing. It was the 
way the doctor suggested that I might need to be re-toilet trained that 
stuck out in my mind and I found the thought of this to be quite 
disturbing. It created some friction between myself and my parents.
	I could hardly sleep that night, fearing what Dr. Johnston would 
say about me this time when he would see that I was now completely and 
very likely irreversibly incontinent. As I lay in my crib that night 
and entertained my erection through my thick and freshly changed 
diapers I thought back to my first visit in Dr. Johnston's examining 
room since I was put into diapers.

	I was nine years old when Dr. Johnston saw me in diapers for the 
first time since I was four, a time I clearly recall him counseling my 
mom on ways to encourage me to use the potty. How much I wanted to 
shove his stethoscope up his butt for saying these things. During 
subsequent visits to Dr. Johnston's office in between the topic of my 
frequent poop accidents and wearing lots of underpants together like 
diapers were brought up every time. For some reason Dr. Johnston really 
wasn't all that surprised about me having this behavior. I was checked 
for encopresis, but no such diagnosis was determined, even when Mom 
took me to two more pediatricians to get second and third opinions. 
Going back to Dr, Johnston, he had suggested having my Mom take me to 
see a child behavior specialist at the time, but mom didn't take things 
this far (I think she was too embarrassed about it).
	I had only been in diapers for about seven months at the time I 
visited Dr. Johnston after getting put back into diapers. School had 
just gotten out for the summer and I was looking forward to three full 
months of wearing nothing but diapers until school started again. Only 
when I saw the doctor and the dentist and when I got my haircut did I 
ever wear anything over my diapers that entire summer. I never got to 
go out and ride my bike, though, but I was still very happy to be stuck 
at home in diapers most of the time.
	I caught myself digressing from my thoughts about my first doctor 
visit in diapers as I thought back to my first full summer in diapers 
and how much fun Lisa and Cindy were having so much fun with getting to 
change me all the time and show me off to their girl friends, many of 
whom got to change me at least once. It was on these thoughts that I 
brought myself to ejaculation. While I rested up from masturbating I 
thought back again to my first post-toddlerhood visit to Dr. Johnston 
in diapers.
	Dr. Johnston, of course, wasn't surprised that I would want to 
wear diapers again after knowing how excruciatingly difficult I was to 
toilet train and what all my parents had been through with me. He 
thought I was just going through a brief experimentation phase and 
trying to satisfy a curiosity that he felt would eventually pass. He 
asked my mom about why she never took me to see a child psychologist. 
My mom told him that she thought she could handle this problem by 
herself. Dr. Johnston changed his approach on handling the matter.
	"A lot of boys will have a desire to wear diapers again," I 
remember Dr. Johnston explaining to my mother. "Then they either get 
caught or feel guilty about it and then they abandon these feelings."
	"Not my Chris!" my mother said emphatically. "He's been in 
diapers for seven months straight now."
	"Does he wear them all the time?" the doctor asked.
	"Oh yes," my Mom replied. "He hasn't used the toilet at all since 
then. Not even once!" I remember turning my head and smiling as Mom 
mentioned this.
	Dr. Johnston then asked my mother why I was wearing diapers. My 
Mom became nervous as she honestly explained that she got tired of 
finding my soiled underpants hidden in the closet, having put up with 
this problem for over four years and was at her wit's end. She told him 
that if I was going to keep pooping in my underwear then I should wear 
diapers instead.
	"We wanted to let him find out for himself what wearing diapers 
is really like. He was not to use the toilet at all and he'd have to 
let his sisters change him. We thought we'd try to make things 
difficult for him and we were hoping he'd hate it after awhile or be 
embarrassed by his sisters seeing him in diapers and changing him and 
teasing him about it and all. We thought for sure he'd want to give the 
diapers up after awhile, but after a couple months, he wasn't showing 
any signs of wanting us to take him out of diapers. In fact, when we 
determined that this was what Chris really wanted, we decided to let 
him keep wearing them for as long as he wishes."
	I remember Mom's first discussion between her and the doctor 
about my diapers almost like it was yesterday. The doctor seemed to be 
very concerned that my parents were subjecting me to abuse by keeping 
me in diapers, but Mom assured him that they were giving me the chance 
to determine for myself if I should wear diapers or not. I sat there on 
the cold examining table with only diapers on, feeling my dick get hard 
as I listened to Mom tell Dr. Johnston why I was wearing diapers at the 
age of nine. The doctor then asked my Mom if I was showing any signs of 
losing control of my bladder or bowels.
	"He's been wetting at night more," my Mom said. "He only wet the 
bed occasionally once he was... sigh... potty trained." Mom rolled her 
eyes and groaned as she mentioned potty training.
	The doctor asked my Mom more questions about my bowel control and 
if I was having daytime wetting accidents.
	"Hard to tell," my Mom said. "You never know if he's wet or 
pooped on purpose or if it's an accident now. Since he's in diapers and 
he has to use them, there's no way to tell."
	Dr. Johnston then asked me if any of the times that I wet or 
pooped during the day were accidents.
	"I had diarrhea a couple weeks ago," I explained. "I also woke up 
with dirty diapers a few mornings ago," I said.
	Dr. Johnston then performed a couple tests on my bladder and my 
bowels. These were tests that I was not prepared for. The doctor had 
the nurse remove my disposable diaper for me before the tests began. I 
usually wore cloth diapers, of course, but Mom put me in a disposable 
diaper before we left for the doctor. She didn't want the nurse to 
spend half her day just taking all the diapers and pins off, and she 
didn't want the doctor to see the full extent of my usual diaper-
wearing. The disposable diaper wasn't nearly as thick, and because of 
this my pants were too loose. Even a belt didn't help. When the doctor 
had told me to drop my pants, I did so quite literally.
	I was quite embarrassed when the nurse pulled away my diaper, all 
full of pee and poop. My hard-on was sticking straight up and I tried 
to hide it.
	"Don't be embarrassed about that, Chris," the nurse told me. "It 
happens to all boys." She then cleaned me up so that the doctor could 
examine me. She then wadded up the soiled diaper and threw it in the 
trash. With my diaper off and my butt and balls cleaned, the doctor 
returned to the room. He examined my genitals first. By then I lost my 
erection, but it came back when he probed my butt with his hand and 
stimulated my prostrate gland.
	Next, Dr. Johnston brought out some things that he would be using 
to test my bladder capacity as well as my bowels. I especially remember 
the enema that I was given. My Mom still tells me about how wide open 
my eyes were when I looked at how big that bulb was that the doctor was 
holding.
	"Are you gonna stick that thing up my butt?" I asked him. My Mom 
looked at me funny as I asked the doctor this question.
	"Yes, Chris, it's part of the testing that I must do," the doctor 
replied professionally. I thought that he was going to cram the whole 
thing into my butt, bulb and all. I was then relieved that he was only 
sticking the small end into my asshole instead. He pumped what felt 
like gallons of warm water up into my rectum. It was very strange and 
uncomfortable. Eventually my turd tunnel was completely purged and the 
doctor was then able to complete the testing. He probed my butt again 
and examined it some more, all while my mother sat there and watched. I 
remember farting in the doctor's face while he was examining my butt.
	"Chris," mom scolded me mildly.
	"I couldn't help it, mom, sorry," I innocently said to her.
	"Don't worry, Mrs. Barrett, that happens all the time," Dr. 
Johnston told my mom. "In fact, I usually expect it from little boys."
	When Dr. Johnston was done he left the room and the nurse came 
back in. She asked me how I felt.
	"Uhh, clean," I said as I felt like I was farting water out of my 
now voided butthole.
	"We'll get you diapered again," she said. I lay down on the 
examining table and the nurse pulled out a disposable diaper from the 
cabinet. Much like the school nurse, Dr. Johnston's nurse was quite 
professional and methodical with her diapering techniques. The diaper 
wasn't nearly as thick as what I was used to wearing, but it would last 
until I got home.
	When it came time for me to put my pants on, I realized that they 
were too loose because they were fitted to go over the cloth diapers 
that I usually wore.
	"You'll just have to hold your pants up while we walk out," Mom 
said. I sat there next to Mom while thinking about what I would look 
like coming out of the examining room and through the lobby with 
probably half a dozen kids or more looking at me.
	Dr. Johnston came back into the room and talked to both my mother 
and I about the results of his tests.
	"Mrs. Barrett," he opened. "These tests that I have taken on 
Chris' digestive system show that Chris is beginning to rapidly lose 
control of both his bladder and his bowels, and I suspect that this is 
a result of his decision to wear diapers all the time. While it is 
entirely up to you and Chris on whether or not he continues to wear 
diapers, I feel that it is necessary to warn you about what is going to 
happen should Chris remain in diapers and refrain from using the 
toilet. He's already wetting at night, as you indicated, and his bowel 
muscles are also starting to show signs of deterioration. If this 
continues, Chris will need to be reconditioned, in other words, you'll 
need to toilet train him all over again."
	"Oh God!" I thought. "I don't want to be toilet trained again!" 
Mom was likely thinking the same thing, knowing that I would not go for 
toilet training a second time around. I know she didn't want to go 
through it again, either.
	"It's not too late now, but I would seriously think about what 
Chris' decision to continue wearing diapers is going to do to him, 
physically, mentally and socially. He could stop wearing diapers now 
and he would probably be okay."
	"No!" I thought. "Don't take my diapers away!" Mom looked at me 
and she knew this was exactly what I was thinking. The doctor continued 
with his counseling.
	"If you prolong this, Chris, your muscles will continue to 
deteriorate and you will be un-conditioning yourself even further. Your 
bladder and bowel muscles will weaken more, your retention will 
diminish, and retraining you will be much more difficult to achieve. 
Eventually, it will be almost impossible for you to be retrained."
	I almost cried, realizing that I could permanently damage myself 
just from becoming used to wearing diapers. It seemed to be a pretty 
drastic consequence for wanting to wear diapers.
	"Mom? What does all this mean?" I asked her.
	"You might want to think about whether or not you really still 
want to wear diapers," my Mom said. The doctor answered some of my 
Mom's questions and then we left. I walked out into the waiting room 
holding my pants up while other people's kids looked at me. I couldn't 
wait to get to the car.
	Here, take this, it's yours," Mom said as she handed me the bag. 
We were standing behind another lady who was busy with the 
receptionist.
	"Go out to the car, I'll be right there," Mom said. Having to use 
both of my hands to hold my pants up, I went out into the lobby, going 
past several people and their kids all waiting to be examined. Knowing 
that my appointment ran long, I figured that I was the cause of the 
backlog. Hurrying to get out of there, I took both of my hands off of 
my pants so that I could push open the door. In doing this, my pants 
dropped to my knees, exposing to the people in the waiting room that I 
had a diaper on.
	"Look mom! He's wearing a diaper!" I heard a girl saying to her 
mother. As I was pulling my pants back up another mother and her son 
were coming in. I noticed that the boy was staring at my diapered butt 
when he walked by. Maybe he'd ask his mother if he could wear diapers, 
too. At least this thought entertained me enough to take my mind off of 
the results of the doctor visit momentarily.
	On the way home Mom asked me what I was thinking.
	"I didn't know that would happen to me," I said to Mom.
	"I didn't think so, either," my Mom said. "But the doctor's 
probably right."
	"Do you want me to keep wearing diapers?" I asked Mom, shaking so 
nervously.
	"Well, I know if I take your diapers away you'll throw a big 
tantrum, so I'm not going to do that."
	This came as a big relief to me and I thought that the issue was 
settled and my diaper-wearing days were not doomed. I wanted to hug and 
kiss mom for this, but she was busy driving. Still, Mom talked about it 
some more.
	"I want you to think about all this, Chris, and I mean, really 
think about it. You're only nine, and you have almost your whole life 
ahead of you. You won't always be the boy that you are now. Someday 
you'll be 19, 29, 39, maybe 79, and what you do now will likely affect 
you all those years down the road. This is serious, Chris, so think 
about it, and if at any time you don't want to wear diapers, then let 
us know and we'll try to help you get back to using the toilet."
	"I don't want to use the toilet!" I whined. "Don't take my 
diapers away!"
	"I told you, Chris, I'm not taking your diapers away, now settle 
down! I know you don't want me to do that now, but I want you to think 
about this. You have all summer. Maybe by the time you go back to 
school and think about what you went through last year with all the 
kids teasing you, you will have changed your mind."
	I remember how difficult that week was for me. I wasn't about to 
give up the pleasure that wearing diapers gave me, no matter what my 
Mom or Dad told me, no matter what Dr. Johnston told me. They tried to 
get Lisa and Cindy to help persuade me into not wearing diapers any 
longer, but they were having so much fun and enjoying diapering me up 
all the time. The thought of actually ruining my insides scared me at 
first, but after I talked to Tony about it, he helped me feel better. 
He told me that he was wetting more at night and he was starting to 
wake up in poopy diapers, too.
	It took a few days for my fears to subside. Eventually my fears 
of losing control had turned into something that I wanted. I was then 
excited by the fact that if I could lose control of my pee and poop I 
would *have* to wear diapers after awhile, eventually for good. I'd be 
permanently stuck in diapers!
	I felt that my parents were expecting me to have changed my mind 
after about a week. My Dad acted like he wanted me to give up the 
diapers and all but came right out and said that he wants me out of 
diapers. When he suggested that I think about going back to the toilet 
I threw a huge fit and told him that I would not use the toilet ever 
again. I ran off to my room crying.
	"Fine! If you want to wake up in wet and stinky diapers every 
morning for the rest of your life, then that's up to you!"
	I picked up as many toys as I could get a hold of and I threw 
them all around the room. I knocked things over and kicked things. I 
made a huge mess of my room. After I exhausted myself from my tantrum I 
lay on my bed and sobbed as I thought about how this conflict between 
my desire for diapers and my parents was starting up all over again 
after thinking that I had been getting my way at last. It was sheer 
hell. I heard Mom and Dad arguing out in the kitchen about me, and I 
felt bad that I was creating such a rift in their otherwise solid 
marriage. Lisa came in and sat down with me as she was tired of 
listening to Mom and Dad yell back and forth.
	"Good God, Chris, your room is a mess!" she exclaimed as she had 
to step around and over several of my toys.
	"I don't care!" I blubbered.
	"Are Mom and Dad trying to take away your diapers?" Lisa asked 
me.
	"I think they are," I said. "They're fighting about it, too." I 
started bawling.
	"Chris, relax," Lisa said as she rubbed my back.
	"I won't let that happen, and neither will Cindy," she assured 
me.
	"How's that?" I asked Lisa while I wiped away my tears.
	"We just won't let you use the bathroom," Lisa said as she 
smiled, trying to make me feel better.
	"But what if Mom makes me go in there and sit on the toilet?"
	Lisa then reached into my plastic pants and picked at one of the 
several diaper pins that Cindy had used on my diapers.
	"The way we diaper you now, you don't have a chance of getting 
them off in time as it is. We'll make sure of it, too."
	"So what if Mom tells you to stop putting diapers on me?"
	"She won't. And if she does, that's too bad, you're getting 
diapers anyway. And a whole bunch of them, too, just like you've been 
getting."
	"So, you're gonna make sure that I don't get my diapers taken 
away?"
	"Yep!" Lisa said with a nod. "You look cute in diapers, and I 
like diapering up my little brother." She then hugged me. I normally 
resisted hugs from my sisters, but this time I let Lisa comfort me as I 
was in need of comfort and support.
	"Mom might take away my diapers any time and I won't have any to 
wear, then what?"
	"She won't do that," Lisa said. "I think it's Dad who is wanting 
you to get out of diapers, now that the doctor says that you might make 
yourself need them all the time."
	"If he does that I'll pee and poop all over everything!" I 
shouted defiantly.
	My Dad came into my room and sat down with me. He asked about the 
mess, but then decided that I could clean it up later and that it 
wasn't such an important issue at the moment. If anything, it probably 
convinced him to never suggest that I use the toilet again, lest I 
wreck the entire house, or at least I hoped. He asked Lisa to leave.
	"Ahh, Dad, he was just getting to feel better, Lisa said.
	"Lisa, leave the room," he told her sternly.
	"Yes, Dad."
	I began crying again as Dad told me what he and Mom were talking 
about. He called it talking, anyway; I called it yelling. He waited 
until I was calmed down enough to tell me that he would like to see me 
try to stop wearing diapers. He chose his words very delicately, making 
it clear that this was only his wish. He reiterated what the doctor had 
told me. At the end he apologized for getting into a spat with Mom over 
this matter. At the same time he told me that dealing with my diaper 
wearing has created a lot of stress for him and Mom and he doesn't want 
to keep fighting over the matter.
	"Your Mom thinks that you won't ever give up your diapers, and I 
think that someday you will. I know it's been several months since you 
started wearing them, but now that you know what it can do to you, I 
think you'll make a more informed decision about yourself."
	"I don't want to stop wearing diapers!" I stated.
	"Fine, I don't expect you to make a decision now, Chris," my Dad 
said in a calm voice. "But do think about it."
	Dad left the room. I remained on my bed where I began to cry 
again, crying myself to sleep.
	While I was sleeping I heard Mom and Dad yelling at each other 
again. Dad then came into my bedroom, this time in a fiery rage.
	"All right, Chris! That's it!" he yelled. "Get off your bed!"
	Before I even had a chance to get up, Dad grabbed me by the wrist 
and stood me up before him. I was paralyzed in fear as he yanked off my 
plastic pants.
	"I have had it with you and your damn diapers!" he shouted. "Now 
stand still!"
	Dad then quickly and impatiently removed the pins from my 
diapers, throwing them to the floor. He undid the tight and thick 
diapering job that Cindy did on me in a matter of seconds. A loosely 
strewn pile of wet and soiled diapers lay scattered beneath me.
	"What are you doing, Dad?" I asked him.
	"I am getting rid of your diapers!" he shouted. "Now get your 
butt into that bathroom and sit on that toilet!"
	"No!" I screamed. "I want my diapers! I want my diapers!"
	"No more diapers for you!" he shouted. I resisted as much as I 
could, but Dad was too strong for me. I tried to grab onto my door jamb 
as he pulled me out into the hallway, but my efforts were useless. 
Naked from the waist down, he dragged me through the hallway. Lisa and 
Cindy stood in awe as they watched Dad furiously shove me into the 
bathroom. He directed me to the toilet.
	"Sit on the toilet!" he demanded.
	"No!" I said. He took a swat at my behind.
	"Dammit, I said SIT ON THE GODDAMN TOILET!!"
	By this time I was crying even harder, weakened by my father's 
threats to spank me again. He shoved me down on the toilet and held me 
down. He then called my Mom into the bathroom. She was holding a chain 
and a padlock.
	"Lock him down!" my dad yelled at her. He was very impatient as 
he ordered Mom to hurry it up. She draped the chain over me and then 
wrapped it around to the back of the toilet. She then padlocked it.
	I was forcibly planted on the toilet, unable to get up. Dad left 
the door open. Lisa and Cindy then came in and gave me a sympathetic 
stare, knowing that this was not what I wanted.
	"Come on, girls, he has all day!" my Dad said. "Help me gather 
Chris' diapers!"
	As I sat there on the toilet all I could do was cry. I wasn't 
about to pee or poop as my Dad was wanting me to. I watched Lisa, 
Cindy, and my Mom all carrying diapers from out of my room as I watched 
them go past the bathroom doorway.
	"Bring my diapers back!" I shouted. "Bring them back!"
	Lisa came back into the bathroom, holding up one of my diapers.
	"Sorry, Chris, we have to do what Dad told us to do," she said as 
she held up one of my diapers.
	"What are you doing with them?" I asked as she left. She did not 
return.
	Meanwhile, I decided that I would do all I could to make sure 
that I would not taint the crystal clear toilet water beneath me and 
thus prove that I was still capable of using a toilet. I then realized 
that this would backfire on me as it would demonstrate that I could 
hold it. It seemed like such an unfathomable thing for me to do, but 
being chained to a toilet gave me no choice but to pee and poop in it.
	Dad came back a few minutes later and checked to see what I had 
done.
	"Good boy!" my Dad said. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
	"I want my diapers back," I whimpered.
	"Too late now," my Dad said as he released the padlock and 
removed the chain.
	"Where are my diapers?" I cried.
	"I'll show you where your damn diapers are," he said as he told 
me to get off the toilet. As I left the bathroom I was greeted by Dr. 
Johnston. I stood before him naked.
	I knew you could do it, Chris," he said to me as he was going 
into the bathroom himself.
	"Why are you here?" I asked Dr. Johnston as he closed the door.
	"Come on, Chris," my Dad ordered me. He led me out to the back 
yard, where Lisa, Cindy and my Mom were all gathered in a semi-circle. 
Even Megan was there.
	"Hi Chris!" she said to me, holding one of my diapers.
	"Megan!" I shouted. "What is going on?"
	She then tossed one of my diapers onto the big pile of diapers in 
the corner of the yard. I was shocked to see that they had been lit on 
fire! Dad was burning my diapers! He couldn't do this!
	"I hate you, Dad!" I shouted at him. "You took my diapers away!"
	"It's for your own good, Chris!" he shouted back.
	"Chris, now that you're naked, let's go to your room!" Megan 
said. While the rest of the family was busy burning my diapers, Megan 
led me into the house and to my room.
	"They took away my diapers!" I cried.
	"I know," Megan said. "That makes it easier for me, you know."
	Megan then lay me down on my bed and started talking dirty to me. 
She then took off her own clothes and told me that she would be right 
back.
	"Where are you going?" I asked her.
	"I'm taking my clothes to the burn pile. I don't need them, 
either, just like you don't need your diapers."
	I watched Megan exit the room. I stared at her plump naked butt 
jiggling as she walked out carrying her pants and shirt. I got hard as 
I thought about what she was wanting to do when she got back. My 
anticipation was ruined when, instead of Megan returning to my room, it 
was my Dad. He was still angry about something, but I had no idea what. 
He came running towards me, as if he were about to attack me. I was 
screaming, saying, "No, Dad, no! Don't hurt me!"
	"I'm not through with you yet, boy!" he shouted. He had his hands 
behind his back, ready to hit me.
	"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed again.
	Suddenly, everything went black.

	I was in a cold sweat and trembling when I woke up in the middle 
of the night, realizing that everything that I had just witnessed in my 
mind was all a dream, a very bad dream except for at the end, at least. 
It was a dream I shall never soon forget. I remember how I still had a 
big hard-on from the scene at the end where Megan was stark naked in 
front of me. Having woken up, I realized that I was really still in my 
diapers after all. I stuck my hands into my plastic pants and I felt 
reassured of their presence by their thick bulkiness and all the pins 
in them. They were all there, tightly clamped into place and not ripped 
away as my Dad had done in the horrible dream.
	I thought back to the previous night before I went to sleep. The 
last conscious thought that I could recall was when I thought about Dad 
sitting on the bed with me trying to convince me to give up my diapers 
back when I was nine years old. In my mind I compared what happened in 
the dream to what really happened, which wasn't much, thank God. In 
reality, I had a talk with my parents later that night following the 
appointment with Dr. Johnston. We talked about what Dr. Johnston told 
me, asking me if I had fully considered what I was in for if I did not 
stop wearing diapers.
	"Yes, and I want to keep wearing diapers," I told them firmly and 
without any hesitation. There was a short pause and then my mother 
said, "We thought that was likely going to be your decision, Chris."
	"What do you guys think?" I asked them.
	"We think you should probably think about it still, but it sounds 
like you've already made up your mind," my dad said in concession.
	"There's one other thing we want you to know, Chris," my Mom 
said.
	"What's that?"
	"Your father and I both love you, no matter what you decide to 
do."
	"I love you, too," I said to both of them. I then gave each of 
them a hug. I kissed Mom. Since then the issue of my decision to wear 
diapers had never come under fire and my family has continued to live 
in peace for over the last three years since then.
	My diapers were drenched and dirty, assuring me that I didn't 
somehow get up in the middle of the night and use the toilet in my 
sleep. I even sat up and turned my lamp on so that I could look down at 
my crotch and see that my diapers were there, white as snow and all 
thickly and tightly pinned onto me like they were when Cindy changed me 
the night before. My crotch was packed full of cloth and I couldn't 
close my legs.
	"Ahh yes, I am diapered, I am diapered!" I said to myself as I 
calmed down after thinking about the nightmare I just had. I rubbed my 
diapers and felt them some more, just to further convince myself that 
they were really there. Dreams make me do things like this if they seem 
real enough, which this one most certainly did. I aroused my hard-on 
some more, but not enough to ejaculate. I looked at my clock radio, 
which read 3:47 AM. It was too early still, so I decided to go back to 
sleep, hoping I wouldn't have that terrible, terrible nightmare ever 
again.
	Just as I was reaching for my lamp to shut it off, Cotton came 
into the room and meowed. He could tell that I had a bad dream and he 
hopped up onto my crib. I picked him up and held him for a moment and 
kissed his head. I then turned the light off and lay back down. Cotton 
crawled onto my chest and kneaded it as his sharp claws dug into my 
shirt. I petted him for several minutes and scratched his chin. His 
gentle purring soothed me as I took comfort in knowing that what 
happened in the dream would only be an occurrence in my memory.
	Cotton eventually stopped kneading me and he settled down and 
curled himself up at the foot of my crib. While I was trying to get 
back to sleep I kept waiting for Megan to come back into the room, but 
I knew she wasn't going to come now. Even if she did, she would have 
had to take all my diapers off. Considering the dream I just had, I 
would have told her to leave them on me.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 87
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	I had fallen back asleep, having forgotten about the bad dream I 
had before it woke me up. If I had dreamt anything again, I wasn't able 
to recall it. I felt so calm and still now while so peacefully asleep, 
and I wish it had lasted longer. Mom came into my room at about 7:30 
that morning. The overhead light clicked on, but I tried to ignore it. 
As I felt her cold hand touching my arm I flinched.
	"Wake up, Chris," Mom said to me as she pulled down the gate of 
my crib and then pulled back the covers and exposed my diapers.
	"I'm too sleepy," I whined to Mom. "Let me sleep."
	"You have a doctor appointment, remember?" Mom reminded me while 
patting my bottom a couple times. "Besides, you need to get used to 
waking up at this time anyway for school. Dr. Johnston is expecting us 
in an hour."
	Dr, Johnston! Mom's mention of Dr. Johnston brought to my mind 
the bad dream I had last night. This made me rise to a fully awake 
state.
	"Oh no, Dr. Johnston, that's right!" I said. I started to get out 
of my crib, still trying to overcome my tiredness.
	"Don't dawdle, Chris," Mom said as she could see that I was still 
not moving as fast as she wanted me to go. She directed me to my 
changing pad on the floor. As I lay myself into position and spread my 
legs apart for Mom to do the dirty work, I closed my eyes and almost 
fell asleep again.
	"You must have stayed up late those nights we were gone," Mom 
said. Before covering her hands in my shit she patted my face a couple 
times to wake me up again.
	"I had a bad dream," I mumbled groggily. "It woke me up in the 
middle of the night. And then I couldn't get back to sleep."
	"Oh? What happened?" Mom asked me.
	"Last night I was thinking about the time when we went and saw 
Dr. Johnston and he was telling you that if I kept wearing diapers I 
would lose control, and you and Dad got into a fight about it."
	"That was settled long ago, Chris," Mom said as she brushed my 
bangs back. "Your father and I knew that you weren't about to give up 
diapers, even knowing what would happen to you because of it."
	"In the dream Dad got really mean and he took my diapers off and 
he was yelling at me and he spanked me, and he made me sit on the 
toilet and he chained me to it, and then he had you and Lisa and Cindy 
all take my diapers to the back yard and burn them!"
	"That was some dream you had, Chris," Mom said as she continued 
to remove Cindy's diapering job from last night. She was only halfway 
through all the pins and diaper layers, not having maintained the speed 
that Lisa and Cindy had acquired over the years.
	"Dad probably shouldn't have chained you to the toilet when we 
were potty training you," Mom said. "Dad still talks about it from time 
to time. He does regret it, I can assure you of that."
	"It just made me remember how bad I felt that you and Dad were 
fighting over me wanting to wear diapers then," I said.
	"You probably had the doctor appointment on your mind when you 
went to bed last night, and this was probably what made you think of 
it."
	"What do you think Dr. Johnston will say this time?" I asked Mom.
	"He'll probably say, 'I told you so.'"
	"He's not going to say that I should get toilet trained again, is 
he?"
	"We know *that's* a lost cause," Mom stated emphatically. "He'll 
tell you what has happened to your body and he'll tell you what your 
chances are of gaining control of your bladder and bowels are, which I 
would say is virtually nil at this point, but he knows that you won't 
stop wearing diapers."
	"What do you think he'll say to you?" I asked Mom.
	"He knows that we made it your decision to wear diapers even 
after having told us what it would do to you, so we have nothing to do 
with it."
	After Mom had my diapers off she cleaned up the big mess I made 
in them. I was reminded of the weight of my diapers after I had wet in 
them when I heard Mom drop them into the diaper pail. They made a 
sloshing thud as they hit the bottom of the pail. My dick was hard 
again as it always was during a diaper change. This was in part due to 
my thinking about how the dream nearly ended with Megan taking her 
clothes off, which I did not tell Mom about. Actually this wasn't how 
it totally ended, but I wish it ended with Megan making passionate love 
to me after all I had been through.
	"How did the dream end?" Mom asked me just as I was thinking 
about Megan showing me her naked behind, both from the dream and from 
the time we were alone in the basement at her house.
	"Dad was coming after me again, saying he wasn't finished with 
me. At that point I got so scared I woke up," I said.
	"Oh my gosh, dear," Mom said. "Your dad would never even think of 
doing that. He loves you, Chris. And he came to accept you wearing 
diapers a long time ago, so put that horrible thought of your mind."
	"All I know is that everyone was in the back yard burning my 
diapers before that," I said, continuing to talk about the dream.
	"Dreams like that can be pretty scary, especially where fire and 
people threatening you are concerned," Mom said. "I sometimes dream 
that the house burns down with you kids all trapped inside. Then I wake 
up in a panic thinking the house is on fire. It's awful!"
	While Mom got out a disposable diaper and put it on me she and I 
talked about our dreams some more. Mom mentioned that she still had a 
lot of dreams about fire since she was caught in her friend's burning 
house one night when she had a sleepover there. This happened to her 
about thirty years ago.
	"If it weren't for the brave firemen who rescued us out of that 
burning house-- I wouldn't be here, and neither would you," Mom said 
with a long pause in her sentence, as she hugged me after she finished 
diapering me in the Thickies disposable. After I was diapered Mom left 
the room and told me to get my shirt changed and get my shoes and socks 
on.
	"I'll go get your shorts," she said. "You can put them on in the 
front room."
	I got up and went to my closet to change my shirt. My night shirt 
was still damp from sweating so much after the bad dream. While I was 
at it I decided to check my diaper cabinet just to make sure they were 
all still there. As I opened it I looked at stack after stack of all my 
thick, white, and neatly folded diapers. All my plastic pants were 
there as well, with the supply of diaper pins. I ran my hands over the 
diaper stacks and then smelled the fabric to confirm their tangibility. 
It helped to reassure me that the dream was just that, a dream. My 
diapers were safe. As silly as it seemed, I hugged and kissed some of 
my diapers at that moment.
	When I went out to the kitchen to get breakfast I looked out the 
sliding door and into the back yard.
	"What are you looking at, Chris?" Mom asked me.
	"I'm just thinking about what I saw in last night's dream," I 
said. "It seemed so real, like it really happened."
	"Oh, don't be silly, Chris," Mom said. "Nobody's out there 
burning your diapers. Go check your cabinet, your diapers are all 
there."
	"I already checked," I said. "I know they're there."
	"Then you have nothing to worry about," Mom said to me as she put 
her hand on my shoulder. Mom then admitted that after she had a fire 
dream she would get up and check the stove and anything else that might 
catch the house on fire, just to be sure.
	I went to the cupboard and pulled out the box of Lucky Charms 
when Mom stopped me.
	"No, no, dear, just have some toast and some juice," Mom said. 
"The doctor said to eat lightly before the visit."
	I was hungry and I felt like eating the whole box, but I had to 
settle for two pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice. 
When I finished eating I slipped my shorts on and then went out to the 
car with Mom.
	I felt nervous and fidgety during the drive to Dr. Johnston's 
office. I just knew he would try to admonish me about wearing diapers 
nonstop for so long. Flashbacks to last night's dream and to the 
argument my parents got into three years ago weren't helping me to 
relax any.
	We arrived in Dr. Johnston's office at 8:20 A.M. The waiting room 
was empty and quiet. The TV was on with one of those damn talk shows 
that have squeezed out what used to be mostly game shows in the 
morning. I sat down on the cold seat while Mom told the receptionist 
that we were here.
	"Go ahead and have a seat, Mrs. Barrett," I heard the 
receptionist tell my mother. "Dr. Johnston will be ready to see Chris 
shortly."
	Mom took her seat next to me. She brought her own copy of 
"Reader's Digest" with her. The talk show was about women who have sex 
with their teenage daughters' boyfriends, I think; I wasn't really 
paying attention. Apparently the receptionist was, since she got up 
from her desk and turned the TV over to the PBS station, being that 
this was a pediatrician's waiting room. Barney was on, ugh! Several 
Barney parody songs ran through my mind as I tried to tune out that 
wretched purple dinosaur!
	I looked at the pile of magazines on the table next to me. There 
was a stack of Highlights magazines, and other children's reading 
material was also provided. There were also several copies of "Parents" 
magazines. The copy on top prominently indicated that it had an article 
on toilet training. As this caught my interest I immediately picked up 
the magazine and leafed through it. Mom looked at me as if she had 
expected me to opt for the "Parents" magazine over the other literary 
diversions that I could have chosen.
	The article of interest was several pages back, so I went through 
the pages beforehand to look at the diaper ads along the way. The first 
one was a Pampers ad with a girl in it, so I immediately skipped this 
one and grumbled in disappointment, hoping to see a diaper ad with a 
boy in it instead. The next such ad was for Huggies, which had a boy 
modeling the diaper. This time I looked at the ad intently, anything to 
help clear my mind of the first ad I saw. It was a nice butt shot 
showing a boy who had to have been three years old bending over and 
showing off the Size 5 Huggies. It reminded me of my own recent stint 
with modeling Thickies diapers. The Thickies ads were due to debut in 
next month's issues of several magazines, including "Parents." This was 
stated in the "Thickies" newsletter that arrived in the mail earlier 
this month. I looked through the remaining stack to see if they had the 
latest "Parents" magazine, but the most recent one I saw was for July. 
I went back to reading the issue that I had selected.
	My dick got hard as I looked at the diaper ad some more and 
thought about how the boy would eventually deposit a butt-dirtying load 
of poop in his Huggies diaper if he hadn't already done so. Other boys 
my age would have been just as happy with a porno magazine as I was 
with a parenting magazine that was chock full of diaper ads. Realizing 
that the nurse could come out at any minute and tell me to "come on 
back", I decided that I had better get to reading the article. I 
briefly looked at a Boy's Pull-Ups ad and skipped another diaper ad 
with a girl in it before I got to the toilet training article.
	The article showed a boy in a diaper off to the side, much to my 
pleasure. On the facing page was a chart that showed the ages of both 
boys and girls and the percentage of each gender that was still in 
diapers, according to a survey recently conducted by the magazine. The 
chart was broken down into three-month increments, starting at 18 
months and ending at four years. There was a pink line for the girls 
and a blue line for the boys. As expected, and to my satisfaction, the 
pink line showed a steeper decline between the ages of two and three, 
whereas the blue line didn't show a significant decline until after age 
three. The slope on the blue line wasn't as steep as the pink line, and 
at age four, the blue line was still quite a ways above the pink line.
	"They should have made this chart go to age twelve," I said to 
Mom as I showed her the article. Mom looked at it and said, "with as 
many boys as there are like you, Chris, I agree." She then returned to 
her reading. I then imagined what the chart would look like if it had 
gone to age twelve. The pink line would asymptotically approach zero, 
while the blue line would hold steady, perhaps increase again as there 
had to have been other boys like me who started wearing diapers again 
after a brief period of forced toilet usage. At least this was how I 
liked to envision it.
	I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 8:37.
	"He's running late," I moaned to Mom.
	"I know, Chris, just be patient," Mom said.
	"I already am, get it? Patient? Doctor?" I then laughed, hoping 
Mom would laugh with me.
	"Go back to reading your toilet training article," Mom groaned as 
she gently smacked me with the magazine she was reading.
	I started reading the article itself, actually, skimming through 
it as I was surely going to get called soon. I read the usual material 
that all the toilet training articles stated, particularly the fact 
that boys take longer to toilet train, something I was very proud of, 
as were all of my fellow diapered brethren. I read about all the tricks 
and gimmicks that parents use to force their kids out of diapers. I was 
laughing to myself as I read about star charts, stickers, "big boy" 
underpants, other bribes, books, videos, following the example of an 
older sibling, other kids at daycare who were potty trained, none of 
which worked on me. For me, toilet training was applied with brute 
force.
	"No one's kids will go to college in diapers," a pediatrician was 
quoted in the article.
	"Bullshit!" I thought to myself with a suppressed laugh. I knew 
for sure that I was going to be one of them and that there were likely 
other boys born before me who wore diapers for the rest of their lives. 
How I wished I could rewrite this article.
	I looked up at the clock again, 8:44. Was Dr. Johnston ever going 
to see me today, I thought. I went back to reading the article, 
studying closely the section that compared boys to girls. I was in the 
midst of reading this section with delight when suddenly, the nurse 
came out.
	"Chris Barrett," she called out. I set the magazine down and 
looked up at the nurse.
	"The doctor will see you now," she said. "Come on back."
	I set the magazine down and then followed the nurse to the 
examining room with Mom following me. The nurse directed us to the room 
where Dr. Johnston would be checking me over.
	"Go ahead and strip down to your underwear," the nurse said. I 
wasn't sure if she knew what my "underwear" was. I felt hesitant as I 
grabbed at the waistband of my shorts. I then decided to just pull them 
down at once, which immediately revealed in its entirety the Thickies 
disposable diaper that I had on. I figured there was no point in 
delaying having the nurse see my diaper. Besides, I figured she was a 
nurse and she had likely seen other boys my age in diapers. She didn't 
seem to be fazed by the fact that I had a diaper on, although being a 
Thickies diaper, this probably got her attention, especially when I 
bent over to remove my shoes and let her see how thick it was.
	"Now take off your shirt, please," the nurse told me. I did as I 
was instructed and took off my shirt, feeling chilled by wearing just a 
diaper in the cold room. I don't know why, but doctors' exam rooms 
always seemed cold to me. I was nearly naked now as the nurse directed 
me back out of the room and took me over to the scale out in the 
hallway. I just hoped no other patients or their parents would be 
passing through. As I stood there on the scale I thought about how much 
higher my weight would register if I were in my usual fully wet and 
poopy cloth diapers, though when I thought about it, it wouldn't have 
made much of a difference since the weight would have been inside of my 
body beforehand. After my weight was recorded I was taken back into the 
exam room where I was instructed to get up on the exam table. I got a 
great deal of pleasure from sticking my Thickies padded butt in the 
nurse's face as I got up on the table. While she was probably just as 
tempted to pat me on the butt as everyone else who had such an 
opportunity to show affection for me and the fact that I wear diapers, 
she had to maintain her professionalism.
	The nurse stuck a thermometer in my mouth and she put the cuff 
around my arm to check my blood pressure. She recorded these numbers on 
the form and then told me that Dr. Johnston would be in to see me in a 
moment.
	I sat there feeling nervous, listening to the fluorescent lights 
buzzing in the otherwise silent exam room. The walls were decorated 
with pictures of clowns, balloons and teddy bears, mostly to help put 
younger kids at ease, although the d�cor did nothing to soothe a 
twelve-year-old. Mom looked at me sitting there nearly naked and she 
could tell I wasn't relaxed.
	"Relax, Chris, everything will be okay," Mom told me.
	I noticed that there were more magazines in the room. These 
appeared to be more current issues, which were likely relocated to the 
waiting room later on. I asked Mom if she could hand one to me. She 
picked up the current copy of "Parents" magazine and handed it to me.
	"I don't know if that one has any toilet training articles in 
it," Mom said.
	"It's bound to have diaper ads," I said. As I looked at the cover 
I was pleased to see the word "bedwetting" in the list of featured 
articles.
	"It has one on bedwetting," I said with glee. I opened it up and 
went through the pages. While I was leafing through the magazine 
looking for diaper ads, I came across one of the new Thickies ads! I 
even recognized the boys who were in it!
	"Mom! Here it is!" I shouted, suddenly breaking the silence. Mom 
just about jumped out of her chair. She put her hand on her chest.
	"Chris, don't do that, you startled me," Mom said.
	"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Look at this! It's the Thickies ad!"
	"Great!" Mom said as I showed it to her. "I wonder when you'll 
start turning up in magazines all over the country modeling your 
diapers."
	"Soon, I hope," I said. According to the newsletter, it stated 
that my ads would appear in some of the kids' magazines this Christmas, 
and in October I would appear in the parenting magazines, along with 
some more ads to be run in the spring. I looked at the Thickies ad some 
more. The two boys were shown engaging in a pillow fight. Both of them 
were in a typical boys' room setting standing on top of their bed 
romping around in very well-displayed Thickies diapers. One was in 
cloth and the other one was in a disposable. The ad's headline read: 
"Boys can be rough on their beds." At the bottom, it read: "But at 
least you can help keep their beds dry."
	I wanted to tear the ad out of the magazine and take it with me, 
but then, besides not being my magazine, I wanted to make sure other 
parents would see the ad and hopefully buy Thickies diapers for their 
sons, too. Most of all, I would be receiving full color copies of each 
ad anyway, receiving them as they were run along with the newsletters 
in the coming months.
	Dr. Johnston came into the room a few minutes later. I handed the 
magazine back to Mom. The doctor looked at me, fully expecting me to be 
wearing a diaper.
	"How are you feeling, Chris?" Dr. Johnston asked me as he pulled 
up his stool and sat down before me.
	"Fine," I said, even though I was nervous.
	"Ahh, just relax, you've been through all this before," Dr. 
Johnston assured me. "Well, this may be our last time doing this," he 
said. "You'll be thirteen soon, and I only look at patients up to age 
twelve."
	Dr. Johnston was a nice guy and I liked him, but I didn't really 
feel that I would miss him after this visit. He asked my Mom a few 
questions about my diapers and how I had been doing.
	"Same as last time," my Mom said. "He's approaching four years 
without using a toilet," she said.
	"One thousand, three hundred ninety-one days, to be precise," I 
proudly replied. The doctor looked at me, impressed with how I had 
apparently been keeping track of this for so long. Actually, I set my 
diaper-y program up on the computer so that at the top of each entry it 
would automatically display the number of days I have worn diapers. 
Yesterday it read 1,390 days.
	Dr. Johnston started with his routine examination of my body. He 
checked my ears, nose, throat, my heart, my muscles, my breathing, and 
other vital things. After he checked these things over, he told me that 
he would take my diaper off. Knowing that my Mom had seen me naked all 
the time during diaper changes, Dr. Johnston didn't even ask me if I 
wanted my Mom to be in the room when my diaper was removed. He pulled 
at the tabs and took the diaper off. It was wet from this morning's 
orange juice and anything else that was left over from the night 
before. The thick diaper was hardly wet, considering its capacity, and 
it seemed to be wasteful to take off a Thickies diaper that I hadn't 
even pooped in yet.
	"Ahh, I see you're wearing those new Thickies diapers that 
they've come out with," Dr. Johnston said as he examined the diaper 
before throwing it in the trash.
	"Not only do I wear them, I modeled for their ads this summer and 
you'll see me in 'Parents' magazine soon."
	"Sounds like you had a fun summer," Dr. Johnston said. "I'll have 
to watch for that ad."
	I was curious as to what Dr. Johnston's opinion was on Thickies 
diapers since they promoted the idea that older kids could wear them 
just for fun.
	"I just wish they'd print the warning label bigger, like they do 
in cigarette ads," Dr. Johnston remarked, indicating somewhat his 
disapproval of such diapers being marketed for recreational wearing. He 
probably looked at the Thickies diaper ad the same way a dentist looks 
at candy bar ads. There was a warning in fine print at the bottom of 
the Thickies diaper ad that indicated that continued use of the product 
could lead to incontinence.
	My dick was erect while Dr. Johnston examined it and my balls. 
Even though his handling of my genitals was strictly for the purpose of 
his examination, I couldn't help but get more aroused. Dr. Johnston was 
probably used to this from other boys, especially those who were going 
into puberty.
	"You're a bit advanced in your development," Dr. Johnston stated. 
He pointed out that my skin was red and irritated from a minor case of 
diaper rash. Other than this, my genitals checked out okay. I was 
relieved that he didn't find that anything was damaged because of all 
the masturbating that I did in my diapers. Tony's book helped to assure 
me that what I was doing was normal and harmless, but I wanted to hear 
it from a doctor. I asked Mom if she could step out of the room for a 
moment. Mom could probably tell that I had some questions about puberty 
and masturbating in my diapers that I wanted to ask the doctor in 
private, so she left the room as I had asked her.
	I was embarrassed as I explained to Dr. Johnston how I 
masturbated in my diapers. He first assured me that it was normal for 
boys my age to masturbate, and he also assured me that there was 
nothing wrong with masturbating in my diapers, versus the "normal way" 
that most boys do it.
	"It's a lot safer than some of the things that boys have been 
known to use," Dr. Johnston said. I asked him a few more questions 
about puberty and then why I had such strong sexual feelings about 
wearing diapers.
	"You may want to discuss those concerns with a counselor or an 
adult whom you really trust," Dr. Johnston recommended to me, reminding 
me that he was a physician and not a psychologist. "From a physical 
standpoint, you aren't doing any harm to your body and it's a healthy 
release, as long as you do it responsibly."
	After this, Dr. Johnston performed the tests on my bladder and 
then my bowels, which I was dreading. I figured Mom probably returned 
to the waiting room at this point and she really didn't need to be 
present for these tests anyway. I was just glad when these tests were 
over with. Once again my butt had been cleaned out with an enema and I 
was as clean as I had felt back there in a long time. Dr. Johnston left 
the room and the nurse returned. She put a clean diaper on me and told 
me that I was done and could meet my mother out in the front. I put my 
shoes, shirt and my shorts back on and went out to the waiting room. My 
shorts were loose because of the thinner diaper I had on this time. I 
felt like I was back to wearing regular underwear again since the 
diaper wasn't as thick as what I was used to.
	I looked around in the waiting room for my Mom, but she was 
nowhere to be seen. It had since then filled up with several parents 
and their kids. I saw the car out in the parking lot, so I knew she 
hadn't left. The receptionist then saw me looking around, puzzled.
	"Your mother is back here with Dr. Johnston," she told me as she 
directed me back to his office. I met up with my Mom and Dr. Johnston. 
He was going over the results of the bladder and bowel tests with my 
Mom. As expected, Dr. Johnston told me that my continued diaper usage 
over several years had rendered me completely incontinent with little 
chance of being able to regain control. While he didn't say it up 
front, the tone of his voice seemed to suggest that he was saying, "I 
told you so!"
	I was glad to leave the doctor's office and I was relieved that 
Dr. Johnston didn't make any efforts to suggest that I stop wearing 
diapers and get my bladder and bowel control back. It was too late for 
this, for one thing, and he knew that I was determined to remain in 
diapers for the rest of my life.
	I asked my Mom what all Dr. Johnston had told her. She mentioned 
the tests, which came out as she was expecting.
	"He also thinks that maybe you should see a counselor to discuss 
your feelings about wearing diapers," my Mom said.
	"What for?" I asked. "I know that I love to wear diapers and 
nothing's gonna change that."
	"Well, he said that you had some questions about your feelings 
that he felt would best be handled by a psychologist."
	"What's he gonna do?" I asked. "Is he gonna try to get me to stop 
wearing diapers?"
	"Only if you wanted him to help you with this, but I know darn 
well this isn't the case. He would just help you to understand why you 
are the way you are."
	"I know why I'm like this, Mom. I hated toilet training and I 
didn't want to stop wearing diapers. That's why I wear them now."
	"We know that, Chris, but there are probably some things that you 
wouldn't want to talk to me or your Dad about concerning your diapers 
or some of your other feelings. We know that it's a private thing and 
there are some things that we may not be able to answer for you. We 
know you are at an awkward age and are wanting answers to questions 
that we can't really answer for you."
	"You mean, like all that birds and bees stuff?"
	"You already know how that all works, Chris, and we don't have 
any concerns with what you know about that. We just know that because 
you enjoy your diapers so much, that some of your specific concerns are 
unique, that is, we really couldn't answer your questions about this. I 
just want to assure you, Chris, that we both love you very much, no 
matter how you feel about yourself."
	Mom didn't want to come right out and say it, but I was beginning 
to wonder if she thought I might be gay because of my attraction to 
boys wearing diapers. She knew I completely shunned girls in this 
aspect unless they were the ones doing the diapering, but at the same 
time, she knew I liked Megan and had feelings for her that extended 
beyond friendship. This was so confusing to me.
	I wasn't sure who I could talk to about my concerns, mainly on 
whether or not I was gay or if being a diaper freak counted as a sexual 
orientation. If my family went to church I could discuss it with 
someone there, but a lot of churches shun homosexuality and treat it 
like it's a sin, so that was out. I could only imagine what they would 
say about diapers and self-indulgence with them. I wasn't depressed 
over my feelings, so I didn't think seeing a psychologist was 
necessary. Mom assured me that if I ever felt that I needed to talk to 
someone she would make an appointment for me.
	After the doctor appointment Mom and I went to Burger King for 
some breakfast before she took me back home and took off for work. 
Cindy took off the disposable diaper that had been put on me at the 
doctor and she replaced it with a big bunch of cloth diapers and 
plastic pants, into which I immediately peed and pooped, and then later 
jacked off in them. It was nice to know that I had Dr. Johnston's 
approval, in a way, to continue enjoying my diapers in this fashion.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 88
---------------------------

	The last few days of summer were usually a drag for the most 
part, even in spite of the last few fun activities that I managed to 
get in before going back to school. There was no way to ignore the fact 
that school would be starting again soon, especially with all the 
stores prominently displaying "back to school" signs, banners and shit 
all over the place, not to mention all their damn TV and radio 
commercials, as if I needed any more reminders. Going into junior high 
and being surrounded by even more kids to tease me about my diapers 
made me feel especially anxious about the forthcoming school year.
	Thursday night after a quick dinner, Mom took Lisa, Cindy and me 
out with her to do the annual back-to-school shopping. This year the 
back-to-school shopping would also be coupled with Lisa's acquisition 
of her first car. Lisa had saved most of her money that she earned over 
the summer working at the pizza place to make a down payment on her 
car. The last two nights she, Mom and Dad had been visiting several 
used car lots. Last night Lisa had it narrowed down to two choices, so 
tonight she was going to make a decision and pick the one she wanted 
and hopefully drive it home with her.
	"Can we get my car first?" Lisa asked excitedly as we piled into 
the family sedan.
	"Let's do the shopping first," Mom said. "It could take awhile 
for all the paperwork at the dealership, and by then we may not have 
enough time for shopping."
	"Okay," Lisa said, barely able to contain her excitement.
	Our family outing, minus Dad as he hated the mall and shopping in 
general, started with a visit to the office supply store for notebooks, 
paper, pens, etc. Next we visited the mall where Mom bought me some new 
shirts, some new shoes, socks, and even a new pair of pants. Since I 
was in a Thickies disposable diaper while we were shopping for clothes, 
there was no problem in determining what size of pants I would need to 
wear in school. Although this wasn't as easy to do as Mom and I were 
expecting. I had to try on a couple different sizes to make sure that I 
had a good enough fit with the diapers in place. I was surprised, as 
was Mom when I realized how much larger my pants had to be to fit over 
the Thickies diapers. The first pair was way too tight and too small 
for Mom's first guesstimate. I took these pants off and returned them 
to Mom underneath the changing room door. She went back through the 
racks and found the next size up in boys' pants. She then handed them 
to me underneath the dressing room door. I then put them on over my 
diaper. Being that it was wet and swollen gave me a better idea of how 
my pants would feel while worn over used diapers.
	"Do they fit?" Mom asked me.
	"Almost," I said in a strained voice as I struggled to get the 
button fly to close. I then heard Mom sighing in exasperation. I 
stripped back down to my diaper and handed Mom the pants.
	"I'm about to just have you wear Lisa's old Levi's," Mom said as 
she returned to the rack of boys' jeans for yet another size up.
	"I don't want to wear Lisa's old pants," I said. "Not after she's 
farted in them."
	"Chris, come on now," mom said through the door before returning 
to the pants rack.
	"These had better fit," Mom said firmly as she handed me the 
pants. "If not, I may have to get you some thinner diapers."
	I didn't know if Mom thought to look around and see if anyone 
else was nearby, but I knew from hearing activity a couple stalls over 
that someone was in earshot of my mother when she mentioned my diapers.
	"I'd rather wear a different kind of pants than do that," I 
replied, not wanting to make any sacrifices when it came to the 
thickness of my diapers, not to mention my loyalty to the Thickies 
diapers.
	"Or I could toilet train you and then we wouldn't even have to go 
through all this," Mom added.
	"No way!" I said. I had a feeling Mom was just kidding as she 
knew I would put up a fight to stay in diapers.
	"The Levi's are on sale, and besides, you really don't care what 
pants you wear, do you, Chris?"
	"Not really," I replied, since I would rather just wear diapers 
to school-- my cloth diapers, that is-- if I had the choice and that it 
wouldn't make kids at school stare at me and not violate dress code, 
not to mention the upcoming colder weather. Given this many exceptions, 
maybe the pants were a good thing to have after all. If things were to 
go like they have for almost four years now, attending school and going 
out of the house would be the only times I would ever be wearing the 
pants.
	"They fit," I said as the pants closed comfortably over my 
diapers.
	"Thank goodness," Mom sighed. "Now let's get your pants paid for 
and then meet with the girls."
	Of course the legs were way too long since the waist was fitted 
for a taller boy with longer legs and presumably a larger waist. The 
pants also didn't go high enough to keep the top two inches of my 
diapers from showing, though, but I knew Mom wasn't going to let me try 
any more pants on at this point.
	"The legs are too long, though," I added.
	"I'll take care of that, that can be fixed, now let's get going, 
shall we?" Mom said impatiently. I took the pants off and put my shorts 
back on.
	"Looks like we'll have to stick with your Thickies diapers," Mom 
said as she refolded the pants and examined the waist size printed on 
the label.
	"Oh shucky-darn, huh?" I said sarcastically.
	Having gotten the hardest part of my clothes shopping done and 
over with, we then looked at shirts. We also picked up some socks. 
While we were doing this, Cindy came into the store to let us know 
where she was going to be. Before she left she walked over to the boys' 
underwear section and picked up an armful of twelve packs of white 
boys' briefs.
	"You want me to get these for Chris?" Cindy asked my Mom as she 
unloaded them into the cart.
	"Cindy, put those back," Mom said.
	"You're right, Mom. I should go pt them in their own cart since 
this one won't hold all the underpants that Chris will need to wear," 
Cindy said.
	"Cindy, go do your shopping," Mom told her. "We're going to be a 
few minutes still. Chris, go help Cindy put that underwear back and 
then come meet me in the shoes."
	"Okay, just thought that Chris might need them in case all his 
diapers are dirty or if he runs out of disposables," Cindy said out 
loud as she put the underwear back on the shelf, saying this only 
because she could see that there was another family nearby, two boys 
and a girl.
	"These would sure make great diapers for you boys," Cindy said to 
me, saying it so that the kids in the other family would hear her. The 
boys had a somewhat surprised look on their faces while the girl was 
smiling.
	After Cindy left the store I then headed over to the shoe 
department to meet Mom there, where I quickly made my choice. The clerk 
offered her assistance and told me to have a seat so that she could get 
the right size of shoe for me. As I was wearing shorts my diapers 
showed quite visibly through the leg opening as I sat there in the 
chair. While waiting for the clerk to return I sat down on the floor 
with my legs apart, sitting before the angled mirror that they provide 
to help you see what your shoes look like. I was using it to see just 
how much my wet diapers showed. No way would the shoe clerk miss it.
	"Chris, get back up in the chair," Mom ordered me. At this moment 
the clerk returned with a shoebox. She looked at me funny when she saw 
me sitting down so close to the mirror. I returned to the chair and let 
the clerk try the shoes out on my feet. I could tell that she was 
staring at the obvious white and bulky diaper, not to mention that it 
was so visibly swollen up with pee.
	When Mom was ready to purchase my new school clothes the gal at 
the counter looked at the pants and examined the waist size and the leg 
length. She had a puzzled look on her face as she then looked at me and 
then back at the pants again. She naturally presumed that my Mom was 
buying the pants for me, but she asked anyway.
	"Ma'am, are you buying these pants for him?" she asked while 
looking at me. Mom seemed rather puzzled that the clerk would ask this.
	"Well, yeah, they're his, why?" my Mom asked the gal.
	"I just noticed that the size on the label didn't look like the 
size he'd fit into."
	"That's the size he's going to need," Mom replied plainly.
	"You sure?" the clerk asked. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't like to 
doubt any of my customers, but I do like to keep them from having to 
come back to the store for an exchange if I can prevent it. People 
often grab the wrong size of something and then they have to bring it 
back."
	"I can understand that, ma'am. I know it's a hassle for you guys 
as well, and I do appreciate your attentiveness, but I can assure you 
that those pants are the ones that my son needs," my Mom stated.
	"Okay," she said as she scanned the tag and read off the total to 
Mom. I had stepped back from the counter while Mom was busy writing a 
check. This allowed the clerk to see why I needed the bigger pants. Her 
eyes became wider when she saw the thick diaper wrapped around my waist 
and bulging out on my shorts.
	"We do have an alterations service," the clerk offered. "I know 
the legs on those pants are much too long for him."
	"Thanks, but I can do it," my Mom said as she handed the clerk 
the check. She bagged up the pants along with my shirts and socks and 
then handed my Mom the receipt.
	"Thanks a lot, have a good evening," the clerk said. As we left I 
saw her step out from behind the counter to look at my fat diaper butt. 
I could see her doing this as we walked past a mirror mounted on one of 
the ceiling support columns in the store.
	Cindy was still busy picking out her own clothes, spending her 
babysitting money on them, and Lisa was at the nearby plus-sizes store 
picking out her own clothes and also using her own money. Knowing girls 
and their clothes-shopping habits, Mom knew that my sisters would each 
take their time poring over dozens of choices. Mom used this time to 
get me a haircut since I was overdue for one. Mom went into the store 
where Cindy was shopping, but as it was an all-girls' clothing store I 
opted to wait out front. Cindy had picked out a couple "outfits" that 
she liked as she showed them off, like I really cared. I never 
understood why girls were so fashion conscious. While I used some 
discretion in deciding which shirts I liked the best, pants were 
another matter and I didn't really care since I only planned to wear 
them out of necessity. After Cindy, Mom and I left the store we met up 
with Lisa at the fountain.
	"Look what I got!" Lisa said as she pulled out a very large pair 
of jeans and a couple of big shirts. Cindy, of course, had to show off 
her new clothes to Lisa. Obsessing over one's clothes and the latest 
fashions was one of those girl things that I never took the time to 
ponder and didn't ever plan to. On the other hand, I was just as 
fervent about how my diapers looked on me and other boys and this was 
all I cared about, as if there were such a thing as "diaper fashion." I 
have to admit that having only white diapers severely limited the 
extent of such "fashions."
	"What did you get, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
	"Some shirts, a pair of shoes, some socks, and some pants," I 
said.
	"Pants?" Lisa said. "Pants? You mean, you're going to wear-- 
PANTS?"
	Lisa then reached into the bag that Mom was carrying and she 
pulled out the pants and unfolded them.
	"Kind of big, don't you think?" Lisa said.
	"You know what he wears underneath," Mom said. "I didn't think 
he'd need pants that big, either. Chris had to try on three sizes to 
get the right fit."
	"These are awfully long, too," Lisa said as she noted that the 
legs were a lot longer than my own.
	"I know, I'll have to hem them up," Mom said. "Most boys with 
such a waist size have longer legs."
	"So, are we ready to get my car now?" Lisa asked.
	"Yep, come on, kids," Mom said as we started to leave the mall.
	"Uhh, Mom, by the way, I need some new disposables," I said as we 
walked towards Kidz' Klothez.
	"You can hold out until tomorrow, can't you?" Mom asked me. "We 
haven't got much time before the dealerships close."
	"Tomorrow?" I asked.
	"Yes, I'll have Lisa stop by here to pick some diapers up for you 
on the way to the fair," Mom said.
	"I thought I was going to the fair with you guys on Sunday," I 
said.
	"We'll go as a family then, but Lisa's going tomorrow and I 
figured you would probably want to go."
	"Yep, and I'll have my *new car* then, too!" Lisa said in 
anticipation of having her own car to drive there.
	"I need to be changed now," I said amid the big crowd in the 
mall. I had just taken a big, smelly dump in my diaper. Cindy pulled 
back on my shorts in front of dozens of passersby and immediately 
detected the odors.
	"Heeyoo!" Cindy exclaimed loudly as she snapped the waistband of 
my shorts back. I could see people looking at me as they no doubt 
caught a glimpse of my thick white diaper while Cindy had it 
momentarily exposed to the passing patrons. "He needs a change, all 
right!"
	"You can change him when we get to Nampa," Lisa said to Cindy. 
Nampa is a town about fifteen miles or so west of Boise where several 
auto dealerships are located and was where Lisa's two final car choices 
were. She didn't want to wait any longer than she had to in order to 
get behind the wheel of her first car.
	Mom reached into her purse and handed Cindy one of my diapers 
while waving it in full view of the throngs of shoppers surrounding us.
	"Here, Cindy, go change Chris, and Lisa and I will get the car 
and meet you at the curb," Mom said.
	"Why not just you get the car, Mom, while Lisa can run in and buy 
me some diapers?" I suggested so that I would have a supply of 
disposable diapers ready to go on the first day of school.
	"I'm *not* going in there by myself to buy diapers for my 
*brother!*" Lisa said, ensuring that anyone who might have overheard 
her would know that the diapers in question were for me and not her.
	"Okay, then Lisa can get the car while Mom--"
	"We're running out of time," Mom said as she and Lisa headed 
towards the mall's exit.
	"Come on, Chris," Cindy said as she escorted me towards the 
bathrooms.
	"Here," she said as she handed me the diaper while we were 
walking. "Hold your diaper since I don't want anyone to think that I'm 
the one who's going to wear it."
	Cindy took me right into the women's restroom. Being that the 
mall was bustling with back-to-school shoppers, the bathroom was full 
of toddler, pre-teen and teenage girls as well as their mothers, all 
waiting to relieve themselves. Cindy and I had to stand there among 
several girls and adult women while waiting for a stall to open up. 
Everyone was looking at me strangely, seeing that I was a boy and 
shouldn't have been in there in the first place, and that I was 
carrying a diaper. It was pretty obvious that I had been bought into 
the women's bathroom so that Cindy could change me and not the other 
way around.
	Meanwhile, a mother was busy changing her baby's diaper on the 
diaper changing table. Her daughter who was with her pointed out the 
other diaper changing table that was not being used.
	"Here's another table so that you can change his diaper," the 
seven-ish looking girl said with a giggle while she looked at Cindy and 
me.
	"Thanks for the suggestion," Cindy said. "But he's too big for 
it."
	"Isn't he too big for diapers?" the girl asked.
	"No boy is too big for diapers," Cindy stated with absolute 
conviction.
	"What do you mean?" the girl asked Cindy.
	"Do you have any brothers?" Cindy asked her.
	"Yeah, and my Mom is changing his diaper right now," the girl 
answered.
	"If he turns out like my brother, I'd get used to the diaper 
changes," Cindy said. "And you might want to pay attention to your Mom 
changing your brother's diaper since you'll likely end up handling his 
diaper changes, too."
	"I already do," the girl said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
	"Then maybe you'd like to change my brother's diaper," Cindy 
said. "You have the experience."
	The girl knew that Cindy was just kidding and they both laughed, 
but I thought Cindy was serious, especially when she took the diaper 
from my hand and gave it to the girl so that she could change me. She 
briefly examined the diaper, keeping it folded up, then she handed it 
back to me.
	"You sure wear some big and thick diapers," the girl said to me. 
I didn't say anything back to her. I figured she'd ask me some 
questions about why I wear diapers like everyone else does, but she 
didn't have a chance to do so. At this time it was our turn to go into 
the next vacant stall and we wasted no time to grab it. Several girls 
stared while Cindy took me by the hand into the endmost stall, as luck 
would have it. This meant having to go through the entire length of the 
restroom on our way out, too.
	Cindy closed the door behind her and changed my diaper right 
there on the floor of the stall. I looked to my side and saw several 
pairs of feet planted in front of the row of toilets, some belonging to 
very young girls whom I was glad to see were potty-trained, unlike many 
of their similarly aged male counterparts.
	Meanwhile, Cindy dealt with the stinky mess in my diaper as 
quickly as she could. She didn't wipe me up as thoroughly as she might 
have had we not been under such a tight time constraint. She told me 
that she would take the diaper off of me again in a few hours and I 
would be in my cloth diapers for the night. Of course she made sure 
that whoever it was in the next stall, she would hear it. Judging by 
the shoes she was wearing, she was likely about my age.
	Minutes later I had a clean diaper on and I was ready to go. 
Cindy opened the stall door before I could even get my shorts on. Since 
the next girl in line who was waiting for our stall to become vacant 
only expected one person to have occupied it, she immediately 
approached it and started to enter. The girl was taken aback by seeing 
me standing there in a diaper.
	"Hey!" she exclaimed. "You're a boy! This is the girls' bathroom 
and you don't belong in here!"
	I didn't bother to explain. I just wanted to get my shorts on and 
get the hell out of there.
	"And you're wearing a diaper!" she said. "You don't need a 
bathroom if you wear diapers!"
	I turned my butt towards her as I was getting ready to put my 
shorts on. I started to put them on and then I realized that they were 
inside-out, left in this state when Cindy had removed the shorts.
	"Shit!" I groaned as I took them back off and started to reverse 
them back to their correct orientation. Cindy then grabbed them out of 
my hand.
	"Come on, Chris, we have no time for that! Put them on in the 
car!"
	"But, Cindy! Ahh shit!" I exclaimed as I saw her disappear with 
my shorts. The sound of my boy voice had gotten more peoples' 
attention, and even the people in the stalls knew there was a boy in 
the women's restroom.
	"Dammit!" I muttered, momentarily ignoring the girl who was 
waiting for me to leave. Just as I was about to exit, the girl stopped 
me and pointed out the my wadded-up diaper still on the floor.
	"Don't leave your smelly diaper in here," she said. God, I was so 
embarrassed now. I diaper-mooned the girl as I quickly picked up the 
dirty diaper and carried it out with me. The girl gave me a strange 
look as she assumed occupancy of the stall. I was all alone without 
Cindy to escort me as I walked past seven more stalls and about a dozen 
females of varying age-- averaging twelve by my quick estimate-- 
waiting for their turns to use the facilities that their lack of 
wearing diapers required them to do. Every one of them stared at me, 
not just because I was a boy, but because I was conspicuously in a very 
thick disposable diaper.
	I was just about to dispose of my soiled diaper in the women's 
room garbage when I realized that if I were to do this it would likely 
give others the impression that the large-sized diaper filled with shit 
and piss had been used by an older girl. Not wanting to falsely present 
such evidence to the female toilet-using public and commit such a 
horrendous injustice to my diapered brethren, I carried the used diaper 
out of the women's bathroom with me and then I entered the men's room. 
It was nice to at least be among members of my own sex, although it was 
also disappointing to see that there were several boys who were toilet 
trained, seeing a couple of them at the urinals. At least my wearing 
diapers in their presence would hopefully leave them with a suggestive 
impression that they might try wearing diapers instead of having to go 
to the toilet or the urinal. The men's room, by contrast, room didn't 
have any people waiting outside of the stalls and there were even a 
couple of vacant urinals. I threw away the diaper where it would likely 
be seen by at least a few people before paper towels would bury it. I 
then quickly washed my hands, drawing stares from a couple people as I 
stood before the sink in diapers. Finally, I left the restroom and 
appeared before dozens of shoppers in the mall wearing my shirt and a 
big white diaper.
	I was expecting Cindy to be waiting for me, but as I ran towards 
the mall exit I didn't see her. Mom was waiting in the car at the curb 
as I expected. Cindy was already in the car waiting.
	"Where are your shorts?" Mom asked me.
	"Cindy took them, ask her," I said as I was trying to catch my 
breath and trying to get out of view of other shoppers, most of whom 
were staring at my diapered butt.
	"Never mind, Chris, get in the car and let's get going," Mom 
said.
	"What took you so long?" Cindy asked me as I joined her in the 
back seat.
	"Why did you leave me in the bathroom alone?" I angrily asked 
her. "And why did you take my shorts?!"
	"My job was done, and we didn't have time to wait for you to get 
dressed!" she answered.
	"You could have at least escorted me *out* of the bathroom!" I 
said. "You realize how embarrassing that was?!"
	"Yeah, I do," Cindy replied with a smile. Lisa was laughing while 
she heard Cindy and me talk about this matter. Lisa was about to roll 
out of her seat when I explained that another girl had come to the 
stall thinking it was empty. I also explained that I deposited my dirty 
diaper in the men's room trash and my reason why.
	"Good thinking," Lisa said. "We should have been having you do 
that all along, Chris, every time one of us has changed your diapers in 
the women's room."
	"I really doubt anyone even pays attention to things like that," 
Mom said in disbelief that this would be such a weighty concern to me, 
as she wormed her way out of the busy mall parking lot and headed 
towards the interstate highway.
	"You could have just thrown your diaper away in one of the trash 
containers out in the mall, you know," Mom suggested. She really didn't 
seem to be all that concerned that I had to run through the mall in 
just a diaper and a shirt.
	"I needed to wash my hands, and besides, by throwing it away in 
the men's room at least people would then know that it was worn by a 
boy."
	"Oh, brother," Lisa sighed as she slapped her blubbery knee, 
making a wave run through her big thigh. "Like someone's really going 
to go through the trash, find a diaper and then wonder whether it came 
from a boy or a girl."
	"That's easy," Cindy said. "Just look for where the greatest 
concentration of pee is. If it's up front, then you can be pretty sure 
it came from a boy."
	"You'd should go into forensics, Cindy," Lisa suggested.
	"Really? What is that?" Cindy asked. Lisa then explained what she 
was referring to regarding forensics and diapers.
	"Sorry, but Chris' and his friends' diapers are about as much as 
I care to handle, thank you," Cindy replied. "Besides, if I really 
wanted to know whether a used diaper in the trash of a public restroom 
was worn by a boy or not, I'd just go with the odds and assume that any 
given diaper from an older child is more likely to have been worn by a 
boy, even if it were in the women's bathroom."
	About a half hour after leaving the mall we arrived at one of the 
used car lots where Lisa and my parents had been helping her look for 
cars. I had left my shorts off up until the time we arrived. I decided 
to put them on after I was out of the car as this was easier for me to 
do. Naturally there were some other people there to watch.
	We had visited both of the car lots where Lisa had narrowed down 
her two choices. It came down to either a 1985 Toyota Corolla or a 1986 
Nissan Stanza, both of them red. Lisa settled on the Nissan. It looked 
like a pretty nice car, and as far as I knew it ran just fine. It had 
about 70,000 miles on it. The radio sucked, though, but Lisa said she 
would do something about this a couple paychecks from now.
	All Lisa had to do now was sign the dotted line and the car was 
hers. Apparently she and Mom (the cosigner) had a lot of dotted lines 
to sign as the whole process took forever. Cindy and I were getting 
bored out of our minds and we were driving Mom crazy. She told us to go 
out in the lobby. The lobby mostly had car-related magazines, no 
Parents magazines with toilet training articles or bedwetting articles, 
and certainly no diaper ads, either, though one ad did show a baby 
diapered boy encouraging the use of seat belts, nothing worth keeping, 
though as the boy was sitting and his diaper was hardly showing anyway. 
There was nothing good on the lobby TV, either. Cindy and I ended up 
playing hide-and-go-seek in the showroom, we were getting so damn 
bored. After awhile I went into the little playroom that was set aside 
for really little kids, like five and under. Any sort of diversion was 
better than just waiting with nothing to do. Cindy thought it was cute 
that I was playing with such toys designed for a toddler.
	"Now I know what you want for Christmas," Cindy said. I didn't 
care. I was bored shitless, and literally, as I released another load 
of poop into my diapers. We went back to the lobby and watched the TV. 
Cindy could tell that I had pooped my diaper again and asked me if she 
could change me. While I could have gone awhile longer in the diaper I 
had on and I was used to being in soiled diapers for a long time, I 
knew Cindy wanted to change me just to pass the time and I agreed.
	"Sure," I said.
	"Go get a diaper from Mom," Cindy told me. With this, I got up 
from the lobby and returned to the sales office where Mom and Lisa were 
busy filling out forms and signing them and God knows what else. I was 
hoping they were finishing things up.
	"How much longer?" I whined to Mom as she and Cindy were seated 
next to each other across from the salesman's desk.
	"We're just about done, dear," she said as she stroked my hair 
and put her arm around me.
	"Do you have another diaper?" I whispered into Mom's ear. The 
salesmen could still hear me as I noticed how he did a double-take when 
I whispered this. Mom patted my behind and could hear the gelatinous 
goo squishing around underneath my shorts, which further confirmed to 
the salesman what I was wearing. Lisa also quickly inspected my shorts 
while I had my butt in her face.
	"That was the last one, kiddo," Mom said. "You'll have to wait 
until we get home. Besides, you were just changed before we left."
	The salesman looked up at Mom and me as he definitely now knew 
what we were talking about. Being in the small office, the smells of my 
diaper didn't have much space for dispersal.
	"I know," I said, trying to whisper as quietly as I could. 
"Cindy's the one who wanted me to ask since she wanted something to 
do."
	"We'll be out of here shortly," Mom tried to assure me. I ran 
back out to the lobby and told Cindy that Mom had no more diapers for 
me.
	"Oh well," Cindy said. "Good thing you wear those Thickies, or 
we'd all be in trouble. Too bad Mom didn't get you all those underpants 
I threw in the cart, or we'd use those on you."
	A few minutes later Lisa and Mom came to the lobby. Lisa was 
happily jingling the keys to her car with a wide grin on her face.
	"Yes, yes, yes, it's mine, it's mine!" Lisa said while dancing 
around. Her big boobs were bouncing so conspicuously as she jumped 
around. If it weren't for the fact that she weighed well over 200 
pounds she would have probably done cartwheels, too.
	The salesman escorted us back out to the lot and directed us to 
Lisa's new car, well, new to her anyway. Lisa got in the driver's side 
(obviously) and started it up. She revved the engine a couple times.
	"Can I ride back home with you, Lisa?" I asked her.
	"I don't want you stinking up my new car," she said firmly, 
knowing that I had soiled my diapers.
	"It isn't a new car," I said.
	"It's new to me," Lisa replied.
	"It doesn't have that 'new car smell', so what are you concerned 
about?"
	Actually, it does," the salesman interrupted. "We use a simulated 
'new car' scent in our used vehicles," he explained.
	"I want to show it off to my friends tomorrow and I don't want it 
smelling of your shit," Lisa said.
	"Yeah, and besides, I'm riding with her, so there!" Cindy said as 
she climbed into the passenger's side of the car.
	"Can't I ride in the back seat?" I asked. "Mom?"
	"You'll get to ride in it tomorrow when you go to the fair," Mom 
said. "You can ride home with me, okay?"
	"Okay," I moaned. I got in the car with Mom instead and we 
followed Lisa and Cindy out of the dealership lot.
	"Why didn't you want me to ride with Lisa?" I asked Mom.
	"Well, I needed to get you alone for a moment," Mom said to me. 
"I figured this would be a good time."
	"Okay," I said to myself, wondering what this was leading to. Mom 
seemed hesitant herself to bring up whatever topic she wanted to 
discuss. When we got to a red light she reached into her purse and 
pulled out a book.
	"Chris, I bought you a book that I think you will find to be very 
helpful," she said. She then handed me the book. Since it was getting 
dark I couldn't see what it was. There was a little reading light 
attached to the rearview mirror of Mom's car, so I turned it on. It was 
a book about a boy's sexual development. It wasn't the same one as the 
book that Tony had. It was bigger and it looked like it covered some 
topics in greater depth and detail.
	"I don't want you to feel embarrassed about having this book," 
Mom told me. "I am giving it to you so that you will have the right 
answers about yourself and some of the things that you are probably 
feeling right now. These are things that you will need to know as you 
get older. I want you to read it, at your own leisure and in private, 
and if you ever have *any* questions, no matter what they are, don't be 
afraid to ask me or your father, okay?"
	"Okay," I said.
	I was wondering what prompted Mom to buy the book for me. Did Dr. 
Johnston relay to her my questions and concerns about puberty? Did she 
somehow find out or at least suspect the things that I did with Megan 
last Sunday? Maybe she knew what Tony and I liked to do whenever we got 
together and had sleepovers.
	"I figured this would be easier than to give you the old-
fashioned 'birds-and-the-bees' talk," Mom replied. I opened the book 
again and looked at the table of contents. There was an entire section 
that addressed homosexuality issues, which I noticed was not covered 
much in Tony's book. I had to wonder if Mom purposely selected this 
particular book for this reason. Moreover, I was surprised to see that 
the book even had a chapter on fetishes. I skipped ahead to this 
chapter to see if it mentioned diapers. Much to my pleasure, it did, 
under a section titled "common childhood fetishes." Three whole pages, 
in fact, were devoted to diaper fetishes. It explained the origins and 
causes of diaper fetishism as well as the behavioral characteristics. 
While I wished the book would have expounded on this topic more 
greatly, I had to realize that it was a book about boys' sexual 
development, not a book specifically about diaper fetishes. I figured 
maybe someday I would write my own book about diaper fetishes anyway. 
My own life story was a good example.
	"I would start at the beginning and read it clear through," Mom 
recommended. After I read the introduction page I shut the light off.
	"Thank you for the book," I told Mom.
	"You're welcome, Chris," Mom said to me. I thought about several 
things that I wanted to ask Mom about my diaper fetish as well as my 
conflicting feelings between Megan and Tony, but I figured maybe I 
should read the book first before asking any of those questions.
	Lisa parked her car out on the street when we got home. She 
brought Dad out to look at it, even though it was too dark to really 
see it. Besides, he had looked at it a couple nights ago, anyway.
	"Good choice," my father told Lisa as he nodded, as if he were an 
expert on cars. Being that he was a stockbroker he was not mechanically 
inclined. "Nice-looking machine you got there."
	After I got inside the house I took my shorts off and sat in my 
bedroom in my dirty diaper while I waited for one of my sisters to come 
change me. I started reading the book that Mom had given me. Lisa had 
left again to show her new car to Betty and probably some of the girls 
at her work. Meanwhile, Cindy was home and she was ready to change my 
diaper now. She came into the room and I put the book away until after 
I was diapered again. Cindy removed the wet and poopy diaper and 
cleaned me up. She grabbed the usual megastack of cloth diapers from my 
diaper cabinet and set them next to me. Knowing how much I appreciated 
getting put back into multiple cloth diapers again after wearing 
disposables, Cindy made sure I would be quite happy by pinning up a 
huge bunch of thick cloth diapers on me. While she changed me she 
talked about how nice Lisa's car is. I realized at about this time that 
it seemed that Cindy had been doing more of my diaper changes lately, 
so I mentioned this to her.
	"Lisa's getting older, and she's busier with her work and seeing 
her friends," Cindy told me. "Why, do you miss her changing you as much 
as she used to?"
	"Yeah, I do," I said. "But you do it just as well as she does," I 
added, just so Cindy wouldn't think that I was putting down her diaper-
changing skills in favor of Lisa's.
	"She talked to me about it and asked me if I minded handling most 
of your diaper changes from now on because of her busier schedule and 
coming home from work feeling tired."
	"Okay," I said.
	"Of course I'll be working in a couple years, too, so either Mom 
will have to change you, or maybe you'll just have to diaper yourself 
and learn how to stack up your diapers on yourself the way you like to 
wear them. Your big sisters won't always be around to change your 
diapers for you."
	"I know," I said. "That's why I want to enjoy it while I can," I 
then thought to myself. I knew these days would make for fond adulthood 
memories, just like how I enjoyed reminiscing back to when I was eight 
years old and how excited I felt that first day, in spite of having to 
keep it a secret, how much I enjoyed finding out that I was going to 
get put in diapers for good.
	"Okay, done!" Cindy said as she finally inserted the last diaper 
pin. Seeing all the diaper pins gleaming with the light of my bedroom 
and seeing how much cloth they were binding together around me made me 
really hard. Cindy left the room. Seeing that I was so fixated on the 
diaper pins and seeing all the diapers on me, I left my plastic pants 
off for the moment and decided to jack off in just my diapers. It was 
different, but very satisfying. After I enjoyed a good cum I rested up 
and put my plastic pants on. I picked up the book that Mom had gotten 
me and continued reading it. Before I went to bed I wrote in my 
computerized journal. At the top of the entry it read: DAYS CHRIS 
BARRETT HAS BEEN IN DIAPERS: 1,393. I modified this and added "...AND 
COUNTING" after it.
	I decided to take things a step further and try to determine how 
much of this time was actually spent wearing nothing but diapers, no 
pants. Based on rough calculations, determining that I spent about nine 
hours a day wearing pants on a school day and spent virtually twenty-
four hours a day in diapers on non-school days, this came out to the 
equivalent of over 1,100 days. Of course there have been occasions 
outside of school when I have worn pants or shorts, so even if I 
allowed for a hundred days worth of this, I still had over a thousand 
days of pure diaper-wearing under my belt so far, that is, if I had any 
pants on to accommodate a belt.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 89
---------------------------

	I woke up the next morning in blissfully stinky and shit-filled 
and piss-soaked cloth diapers, a good affirmation that my life as a 
diaper boy was indeed going well and it was a great pleasure that only 
a few other privileged boys would ever know. After Labor Day, it would 
be the last weekday morning upon which I would wake without thinking 
about having to be to school for awhile, so I savored this moment as 
much as I could. I entertained my morning wood while I thought about 
getting my diaper changed in the women's restroom at the mall last 
night. In retrospect, it was fun to think about being among all those 
girls and getting caught in a diaper as one of the girls entered the 
stall.
	I looked forward to going to the Western Idaho Fair later today. 
It would be awhile before we would go since Lisa had to work the day 
shift at the pizza place and would be working until 5:00. I asked Mom 
if Tony could go with us.
	"That's up to Lisa," my Mom said. "She's the one that's going to 
be looking after you guys."
	When I asked Lisa she said that it would be okay for Tony to join 
us since she was taking Betty with her and it would only be fair to 
allow me to have a friend with me, too. Besides, she wouldn't have to 
have me tag along with her and Betty this way and I'd have Tony to go 
do things with. Cindy was also going to meet us there. She was going to 
go with Gina and Bryce this evening. I gave Tony a call and asked him 
if he would like to go with me and he accepted the invitation. I also 
told him about last night at the mall, which he thought was a good 
story. I didn't want to tell him that Lisa now had a car of her own, 
though. I figured I'd surprise him a little.
	Cindy was gone babysitting, so I was stuck at home alone for the 
day. I decided to check up on Derek and see how he and Steven were 
doing. Having on a fresh set of diapers that Cindy put on me before she 
left for the babysitter, I went over to Derek's house. As always, 
Jennie answered the door since she was the only one in the household 
dressed decently enough to do this. To say that even she was decent was 
a stretch since all she had on was a bright yellow bikini. She greeted 
me and invited me in, looking at me as she expected me to be wearing 
just my diapers.
	I joined Derek in his bedroom where both he and Steven were 
playing with their race car set. Both boys had on very thick diapers 
like mine. It was quite evident that the cloth diapers were here to 
stay. It appeared that Jennie had applied her diapering skills and 
methods that she had picked up from my sisters rather well.
	From the way Derek and Steven smelled, neither of them had their 
diapers changed yet. We played with their Hot Wheels race car set for 
about an hour. We all agreed how nice it was to play continuously 
without being subjected to the tyrannical demands that would otherwise 
be imposed upon us by our bladders and bowels, requiring us to get up 
and use the toilet. With diapers on, we could go anytime we pleased and 
the mess could always be cleaned up later. I told Derek everything that 
I had been doing this past week, well, except for the parts about my 
experiences Megan and then Tony, being that he was only seven years 
old.
	I did tell Derek about Megan using the baby bottle on me, which 
he thought was cute. Derek then told me about his recent diaper 
adventures as well. He told me that Jennie liked to baby him and feed 
him with baby bottles as well. He explained that the bottle that he let 
me borrow (which he told me was mine to keep as he had others) was one 
that he used himself. Had Derek been a few years older I would have 
asked him if he wanted to jack off with me since I was so aroused by 
all the diaper talk that we exchanged.
	At about noon Jennie came into the bedroom, still clad in her 
bikini.
	"Anyone want a diaper change?" she asked.
	"Me!" came both the voices of Derek and Steven at the same time. 
I wouldn't have minded getting a diaper change just for the sensation 
of getting my balls and butt wiped by a girl who wasn't my sister, but 
I had only pooped once and I hadn't peed enough to make taking all my 
diapers off worthwhile. Jennie agreed with me as she checked and saw 
that my diapers were still a long ways from needing to be changed.
	I was on my hands and knees playing with the other boys when 
Jennie got down on all fours and crawled up behind me. She had learned 
from diapering Derek and Steven the same way my sisters diapered me, 
that checking for dirty diapers from the waist in the back was an 
exercise in futility. The diapers were too thick and tight, and they 
came up so high that the top of the diapers was too far from where the 
action was. Instead, Jennie stuck her nose into my diaper crotch near 
my butt to sniff for poop.
	"I can't even smell it," Jennie commented as she patted my butt a 
couple times.
	"It's there, trust me," I said. "Thar's poop in them thar 
diapers!" I said, getting Jennie and Derek to both laugh. Jennie then 
ran her hand up to the front, completely oblivious to my hard-on, and 
she could feel that the inner diapers were damp, but that there was no 
sign of complete overall wetness there.
	"You're good for awhile," Jennie said as she got back up and took 
the opportunity to pat my butt a couple more times. She then checked 
Derek and Steven's diapers while they were on their hands and knees 
playing with cars. She didn't even have to get close to their butts to 
determine that they were both in serious need of diaper changes. I 
could have told her that, and she knew that they hadn't been changed 
since last night and would certainly need a change anyway. I could tell 
that she just liked to check their diapers anyway and they enjoyed 
getting attention from her in this manner.
	Jennie then grabbed a large coin of some sort that had been used 
to decide which of the boys got his diapers changed first. On one side 
was Derek's name, the other side, Steven's. Jennie explained to me how 
she made the coin. The "coin" was actually a large washer about two 
inches in diameter. She covered it with paper on each side and inserted 
a piece of cardboard in the middle, cut to size to fill the hole. She 
covered the whole coin in clear tape to protect its surface. She wrote 
her brother's names on each side of the coin. Along with their names 
was a drawing of a well-diapered butt.
	"Why not just do 'heads or tails?'" I asked her, suggesting that 
she designate the "heads" side with the diaper front and the "tails" 
side with the diaper butt.
	"We did that at first," Jennie explained. "We used to just use a 
regular coin, but Derek always called 'heads.' Then I made a coin with 
the front and the back of the diaper, and then Derek always called 
'tails' since he liked being the butt better, so I decided to just use 
their names instead and make diaper butts on both sides."
	"Very cute," I said as I examined the coin.
	"Go ahead, you can do the toss," Jennie said to me. With this, I 
tossed the coin in the air high enough to brush the ceiling. I watched 
it rapidly flipping around in the air, unable to tell which side was 
which. It then descended and landed on the floor. Derek's side was 
facing up.
	"Looks like you got it," Jennie told Derek as she directed him to 
get on his crib and lie down for his diaper change. Before he did, he 
grabbed his pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. He explained to me 
afterwards that he liked having a pacifier in his mouth while Jennie 
changed his diapers. I stood and watched Jennie take Derek's plastic 
pants off and then his diapers, one pin at a time, one layer at a time.
	I especially enjoyed watching a nearly naked girl changing a 
boy's diapers. It wasn't necessarily the fact that Jennie was sexually 
attractive to me, even though I had to admit she was cute and would 
likely become the subject of many boys' fantasies when she got older. 
She was only ten, after all, and she hadn't yet developed any such 
features of physical maturity. My arousal came from the way I was able 
to compare my ideal vision of boys to girls by how much and how little 
material they wear, respectively, around their waists.
	I noted the contrast of seeing virtually all of Jennie's 
suntanned thighs and a good portion of her buttocks and the obvious 
absence of diapers, against Derek's similarly bare legs, but with 
several thick diapers wrapped over his entire butt. The total amount of 
material used in Jennie's skimpy bikini-- top and bottom-- was probably 
the equivalent of maybe two cubic inches worth of Derek's diaper 
material.
	Once Jennie had all the poop cleared away from Derek's bottom, I 
could see that his butt was quite white where the sun never hit it 
because of the constant presence of diapers. Since I stayed indoors a 
lot, such a condition was not as prominent on my body. Derek's dick was 
as hard as any seven-year-old would have been capable of producing. 
Jennie knew this felt good to him and she wiped his genitals thoroughly 
and cleansed his nuts of the poop that coated them. I rubbed my diaper 
front up against the post of Derek's crib while I watched Jennie clean 
Derek, since using my hands to rub the front of my diapers wouldn't 
have looked appropriate.
	Jennie then liberally showered Derek's nuts in powder. She rubbed 
it around his entire crotch using fluid motions with her hands. I 
imagined Jennie's soft, delicate hands doing the same thing to me as I 
envisioned her changing my diapers while she was in that string bikini. 
Then I watched her get out the diapers. Derek was going to be wearing 
them for awhile before his next diaper change, judging by the number of 
diapers that Jennie was going to put on him. My sisters' influence on 
her diapering techniques was quite evident, especially when I examined 
the final result, consisting of a seemingly innumerable aggregation of 
diapers and diaper pins.
	Steven waited patiently while he got to watch his big brother get 
his butt and balls enshrouded in lots of white diapers. He had been 
watching the whole time, his attention diverted from the pile of toys 
that surrounded him. Jennie could also see that I had been watching her 
diaper up Derek. She smiled at me.
	"Wanna change Steven?" Jennie asked me. I wasn't prepared for her 
to make such a request, so I hesitated for a moment.
	"Your sisters aren't always going to be changing you, you know," 
Jennie added. "You might as well learn how to do this yourself."
	"Okay, sure," I said. Jennie picked up the towel that was on 
Derek's crib-- serving as a changing pad-- and moved it to Steven's 
bed. I was surprised to see that Steven wasn't back to sleeping in a 
crib yet, seeing that his mother had completely abandoned her efforts 
to toilet train him and probably felt that a crib would further remind 
Steven of what she thought about his toilet refusal.
	"Come on, Steven, time for a didy change!" Jennie prompted him as 
she slapped her hand on the towel on Steven's bed. He lay down on it 
and spread his legs apart. I could see how the wetness had finally 
penetrated through to the outer layers of his big diapers. He looked to 
be very content with wearing all those diapers. Perhaps he was just 
happy to finally get a diaper change.
	"Chris is going to change you!" Jennie said to Steven. He looked 
surprised, expecting his sister to do this.
	"Why aren't you gonna change me?" Steven asked her.
	"I want to see how good Chris is at diapering other boys the same 
way he is diapered himself," Jennie said. Steven acted like he didn't 
really want me to change him, so I thought that I would put him at 
ease.
	"I'll make this a lot of fun, I promise," I told him. I tickled 
him gently and got him into a playful mood. Each time he wiggled his 
legs I could see the creases and folds of his bulky diapers and plastic 
pants shifting around, reminding me of just how thick his diapers were.
	I must say that I have enjoyed being diapered flawlessly every 
time by my sisters without really knowing what exactly it was that they 
did when they prepared my diapers. At the same time, I was wanting to 
know what this job was like from their perspective, having to fold all 
those diapers and having to stick all those diaper pins in that thick 
cloth, ensuring that the diapers would go on high and tight.
	Jennie and Derek both watched me while I removed Steven's 
Thickies diapers. He was in solid Thickies, three diapers, which, given 
the bulk of even one Thickies diaper, was immensely thick for a four-
year-old boy. The fewer number of diapers made it easier and faster for 
me to take them off of Steven. He, too, was super-pinned into his 
diapers and I had a lot of them to remove. I pricked my fingers a 
couple times with the sharp pins. My sisters seldom fell prey to this 
minor hazard of having a diaper boy for a brother with a preference for 
cloth diapers, but then, they handled my diaper pins every day.
	"Shit!" I exclaimed as I felt the pointy end of the diaper pin 
snap out of its fastener and dig into the surface of my finger's skin. 
I shook my hand rapidly. After the initial pain was dealt my finger 
itched. I wiped the small amount of blood that came out on my shirt. I 
then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it. Steven then started 
giggling.
	"Shih!" Steven said, mimicking me with my use of an excretory 
expletive. He said it a couple more times: "shih, shih!" He then 
giggled some more.
	"You might want to watch what you say around Steven, and Derek, 
for that matter," Jennie advised me.
	"I said that word when I was four," I said. "My Mom didn't like 
it, but I said it. I knew what it meant, too."
	"Of course, diaper boy," Jennie said. "Being in diapers, I'm sure 
that word is used a lot around your house. We just say 'poop' around 
here a lot instead."
	"Sorry," I said to Jennie. "My Mom used to tell my sisters to 
only say 'poop' when they changed my diapers, but that didn't last 
long. He's going to pick that word up sooner or later anyway. I picked 
it up from my sisters and my parents. My Dad even said it when he got 
mad at me for not using the toilet."
	"Fine! You can just sit in your own shit for the rest of the 
night!" I remember him yelling to me one time when I refused to budge 
when he tried to take into the bathroom.
	"Shih!" Steven uttered again.
	"No, no, Steven, don't say that word. It's a grown-up word," 
Jennie said to her littlest brother.
	"Chris isn't a growed-up," Steven said.
	"Well, he's old enough to say it and you're not," Jennie 
admonished him.
	"Am I old enough to say 'shit?'" Derek asked her.
	"No, but you do it all the time anyway, so I can't really stop 
you now. And since you're also stuck in diapers full-time, too, you'll 
be saying it a lot more, I'm sure."
	"Shih!" Steven said again.
	"Say 'poop!'" I suggested.
	"Shih!" he said again.
	"No, no, poop!" I said again. "Poop, poop, poop!" I then turned 
my butt to Steven and pointed to it.
	"Poop, poop, poop! Poop in my diapers!" I said in a singsong sort 
of way, repeating it a couple more times. This got Steven to laughing. 
Derek and Jennie thought it was cute, too.
	"Poop!" Steven said. He then kept saying it. I just loved hearing 
a four-year-old boy say "poop".
	"Yeah, I can smell poop all right!" I said. "I betcha I'll find 
some underneath all these diapers you got on!" I said to him. While I 
was taking the pins out of the first diaper I kept saying things about 
all the pins and how thick his diapers were. He seemed to enjoy this as 
it reminded him of the fact that he was very well diapered.
	"Wow! You mean I have *more* diapers to take off?" I said in mock 
surprise. "Boy, we're gonna be here all day removing all these diapers 
from your butt!"
	I removed the second diaper, one diaper pin at a time. This time 
I was being more careful not to let the diaper pins bite me back.
	"Your sister really pins you in your diapers good!" I said to 
Steven as I continued removing his diapers. "You know where she learned 
how to do that?"
	"Where?" Steven asked.
	"From my sisters!" I said. I pulled down my plastic pants partway 
and showed Steven the dense row of pins stuck into my diapers.
	"See all these diaper pins?" I pointed out to Steven.
	"Yeah!" he said with a giggle. "You got a lot of pins!"
	"So do you!" I said. "Did Jennie put all these pins in your 
diapers?"
	"Uh huh!" he said.
	"Sisters are good for things like that, huh?" I said. Steven 
agreed.
	"They don't want us to be able to take our diapers off, and they 
want to make sure they're on really tight so we don't get all that 
nasty, smelly pee and poop of ours all over the place, so they use lots 
and lots of pins and lots and lots of diapers on us boys!"
	God, I was having so much fun with this! I could tell that Steven 
really enjoyed having me talk about how fun diapers are to wear and use 
and how great it is for both him and I to each have such willing 
sisters who know what we boys like and take their brothers' diapers to 
the extreme. I was getting dizzy as this was producing such a rush. It 
was almost overwhelming.
	I finally had all the pins out of the last diaper and I was 
getting ready to remove it.
	"Oh boy, I think we're in for a real stinky one here!" I said. 
Upon pulling away the soaked and soiled diaper, I was quite correct.
	"Hoo wee! What a mess!" I said. "I see a poopy butt! Did you make 
all this poop, Steven?"
	"I go poop!" he said proudly.
	"You must have gone three or four times in this one!" I said as I 
tossed the heavy diaper into the pail along with the others.
	"That's sure a lot of poop for a little butt," I said as I 
prepared to clean Steven's mess up. He had shit literally all over his 
butt. His tight diapers kept it all in place as I could see a brown 
swath of poop through his crotch that conformed to the shape of his 
diapers. I couldn't even see his balls buried in the mess, and his 
little penis was sticking up, the only part of his diaper area that 
seemed to escape the fecal flood.
	I spent the net several minutes wiping Steven clean. His dick 
remained hard the entire time. I gently wiped up and gathered up the 
filth around his testicles and his penis, giving them extra attention. 
I was tempted to ask Steven if he liked this, but he wasn't old enough 
to really understand these feelings at his age. The smile on his face 
was all I needed to be convinced that I was making this experience very 
pleasurable for the little boy.
	All gone!" I said as I examined his backside and determined that 
there was nothing left of the poop. Next, I applied a generous amount 
of powder to Steven's rump and his nuts. I slowly spread it all over, 
running my hand back and forth through his butt crack a couple times.
	"I like the way this stuff smells," I said as I held my hand to 
my nose to catch a whiff of the powder. "Do you like how it smells, 
too?"
	"It smells better than poop!" Steven said.
	"That it does," I agreed.
	"My poop stinks!" he said.
	"So does mine, good thing we diaper boys wear these *thick* 
diapers so nobody else has to see it or smell it for awhile!" With 
this, I turned around and patted my butt a couple times. I had a good 
feeling that Steven was taking all this in like a sponge and he would 
come to enjoy his diapers more at an earlier age.
	I then went over to the diaper cabinet to get Steven's diapers. I 
looked for some more Thickies, but I didn't find any. I asked Jennie if 
she had any more for him.
	"Those were his last ones," she said. "You'll have to use the 
regular kind now."
	I grabbed four of the regular flat diapers from Steven's once-
planned-to-be underwear drawer and I brought them over to Steven. I 
debated whether to stop at four or use more, given that Steven was only 
four years old and the diapers would be proportionally thicker on him.
	"You think four diapers is enough?" I asked Jennie.
	"Nah, better use at least six," Jennie recommended. I complied 
with her recommendation and pulled two more diapers out of the stack.
	Jennie showed me how she likes to fold Steven's diapers. She 
demonstrated two different methods, one which would put more layers in 
the middle but would make the thickest area not as wide. The other 
method made the diaper less thick, but the extra layers would be wider 
in the front. She told me to fold the first three diapers with more 
width in the front, explaining that this would be the best way to fold 
it for a boy. The remaining three diapers would be folded with more 
thickness in the middle for added absorbency and to accent the 
appearance of his diapered butt more.
	Jennie placed her soft, gentle hands on my hands and she guided 
me as she showed me how to fold the diapers properly. She could tell 
that I was having some difficulty to get them to fold the right way. I 
was never good at folding things anyway. My fourth grade teacher showed 
us origami-- the art of folding paper-- and I sucked at it. Jennie was 
surprised that I needed her help. I told her that all this time when I 
got my diapers changed I would just lie there and let them do all the 
work.
	"You mean, your sisters have been doing this all along and you 
haven't been paying attention?" she said to me somewhat incredulously.
	"They've never showed me how they do it, they just do it," I 
explained. "They probably feel that as long as they're doing it, I 
don't have to know, and I guess I never really thought about it. 
Besides, most of the time I wear pre-fold diapers anyway, and they 
mostly just use my flat diapers for soaker pads now. All I pay 
attention to is how the diapers feel once they go into my crotch and 
over my butt and my balls. Then I watch them stick all the pins in."
	"Ahhh, I see," Jennie said as she nodded her head. "Better get 
him diapered, you never know when his next poop's coming."
	"I know what you mean," I said, speaking from experience. 
Speaking of poop, I could sense a bowel movement of my own coming any 
minute.
	"Okay, back to diapering you up!" I said to Steven. "You ready?"
	"Ready!" he said. He lifted his bum off of the towel as I slid 
the first diaper underneath him. He then planted himself back down on 
it. His penis stood at attention in anticipation of having the diaper 
become wrapped around his waist. As I pulled it over his stiff wiener I 
said, "bye bye, see you next diaper change!"
	With the diaper in place, I was ready to pin it on. I reached for 
the pile of pins that I created when I took Steven's dirty diapers off. 
I pulled the diaper fabric as tightly as I could as I inserted the 
first pin. Next, I went to the other side and secured the diaper there 
with another pin. I then added a second and third diaper pin on each 
side to ensure that the diaper was good and tight. I added a few more 
pins for reinforcement, but I didn't use as many on each diaper since I 
had to distribute them out evenly enough for six diapers.
	"Just use a few pins on the inner diapers," Jennie recommended. 
"You can go all out on the last diaper."
	"One diaper on, five to go," I said as I finished the first 
diaper. I then applied the second diaper, only using four pins on each 
side of it. As I inserted each diaper pin, I counted it out loud. 
Steven sat up for a moment and counted the pins in his diaper.
	"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... EIGHT!" he said as he 
pointed to each pin.
	"How high can you count?" I asked him.
	"I dunno," he said.
	"I've heard him count as high as thirty," Jennie said.
	"How many diapers do you have on?" I asked him.
	"Two," he said.
	"How many am I gonna put on you?" With this, I counted the 
remaining diapers out for him: "three, four, five, six!"
	"Six diapers!" Steven said with a smile.
	Before I could continue, I had to pause for a moment to unload 
into my own diapers. To make sure Steven would get a good visual, I 
turned around and bent over in front of him while I shit into my 
diapers. I produced a couple of good and juicy farts while I pooped 
wetly into the diapers. Even though my thick diapers muted much of the 
farting sound, it was still quite evident that I was shitting 
abundantly in my diapers.
	Derek and Jennie were both watching me shit in my diapers. Jennie 
was smiling wryly, indicating that she found my behavior amusing, but 
at the same time couldn't understand what it was that made boys like me 
get so excited about such things. Derek was also smiling and enjoying 
watching me take a dump in my diapers in front of everyone.
	"I go poop! I go lots of poop!" I said to Steven. "Can you see 
any poop?"
	"No," he said.
	"Of course not, that's why I wear my diapers so thick," I said 
while slapping my padded butt.
	"What do you see?" I asked him.
	"Your butt!" he laughed.
	"My *diapered* butt," I added. "You'd never know I pooped, huh?"
	"I can smell it, you stink!" he said.
	"Looks like you'll need some thicker diapers on, if that's the 
case," Jennie said.
	"Do you like to poop your diapers?" I asked Steven as I went back 
to diapering him.
	"I like pooping my diapers!" he said with a giggle. "It feels 
good!"
	As I continued diapering Steven and making his diapers thicker 
and heavier, I thought about how each diaper that I added and each pin 
holding it around his body further removed him from getting to the 
toilet. He was clearly not willing to try using the toilet or he would 
have complained about having so many diapers on and would probably have 
tried to take them off at some point. He was clearly set out to be a 
diaper boy like I was destined to be, just that my parents didn't give 
in to my desires. Steven was pretty lucky that he wasn't being forced 
to give up his diapers like I was. If I still knew Steven and Derek in 
a few years I would tell Steven how fortunate he is to have not been 
faced with the horror of forced potty training. He would have many 
great stories to tell about his diaper experiences when he got to my 
age, and right now I was giving him some food for thought, hoping that 
he would remember getting his diapers changed by me. I made sure he 
wouldn't forget.
	"Gee, Steven, how are gonna get all these diapers off when you 
have to use the toilet?" I asked him in a sarcastic voice.
	"I don't use the toilet!" he said.
	"Me, neither," I said. "Why don't you use the toilet?"
	"Because I got DIAPERS on!" he shouted.
	"That's my boy!" I said. "My *diaper* boy, that is!"
	"You and me got diapers on, too!" Derek said. "We all got diapers 
on!"
	"Not me!" Jennie said, pointing out her skimpy swimsuit.
	"Jennie doesn't have diapers on!" Steven pointed out.
	"You're right, Steven, she doesn't! Why doesn't she?" I asked 
him.
	"Because she's a girl!" he said.
	"Oh?" I asked him, feigning questioning of his answer. "Why do 
you say that?"
	"Because diapers are for BOYS!" Steven said assertively.
	"I agree with you!" I said. I then turned to Jennie and said, 
"you taught him well!"
	"Of course," Jennie said. "I want him to grow up and be just like 
you, Chris!"
	"He's off to a good start," I said. I then turned my attention 
back to Steven and I continued diapering him.
	"So what *is* your sister wearing?" I asked Steven.
	"A swimming suit," he replied.
	"And where does she go the bathroom?" I asked Steven.
	"In the toilet!" he said, clearly indicating that he knew what 
the toilet was for and how non-diaper wearers use it. Jennie nodded in 
agreement.
	"We're diaper boys, we don't need no stinkin' toilets anyway!" I 
proclaimed.
	"Yeah, you boys got stinkin' *diapers* instead!" Jennie commented 
as she lifted the diaper pail and showed me Steven's dirty diapers.
	"How am I doing?" I asked her.
	"You're doing great!" she said. "Keep going!"
	I was finally ready to pin on the last diaper. By this point I 
could hardly get the ends to meet and the diaper pins were being tugged 
upon each way by the tight-fitting ends of the diaper. I looked down at 
Steven's crotch and studied all the thick diapers I had put on him. He 
looked just like he had gotten diapered by Jennie or one of my sisters, 
but I had to remind myself that this was the result of my own work. I 
was quite proud of my achievement.
	I had been feeling very aroused from performing Steven's diaper 
change, and my feelings had been building up from all the diaper talk 
and handling the diapers and the pins as well as the combined smell of 
pee, poop and powder. Derek's diapered presence and Jennie's 
contrasting undiapered presence only fueled these fires. Having pooped 
my diapers in front of everyone while changing Steven further 
intensified my arousal. When I began sticking all the remaining pins 
into Steven's massive diapers I felt that this was going to send me 
over the edge. I couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer and I 
could barely stand it at this point. I was short of breath and seeing 
stars.
	I had to do something. I tried to withhold these intense feelings 
for as long as I could while I worked the last of the diaper pins in. I 
thought I was going to come without even rubbing myself and I was 
trying to intensify my thoughts more so that I could release this 
feeling. Even after I put in the last diaper pin I hadn't yet achieved 
orgasm. Had Jennie not been in the room I would have jacked off right 
there; I was nearing the boiling point now.
	"Okay, now get his plastic pants," Jennie told me. I stepped away 
from Steven and went back to his drawer, hoping that this would give me 
enough of a break to at least delay my insurmountable desire to 
ejaculate. I picked up his plastic pants, noting how big they were. I 
knew I couldn't make it now. Meanwhile, Steven had gotten up from his 
bed and was climbing down off of it. At first he had his side facing 
me, allowing me to see the dense row of diaper pins along his side. I 
knew I was in for it now. Then Steven turned his butt towards me and 
let me look at the super thick padding that I had put on him, reminding 
myself again that this was my diapering job that I was looking at. I 
noted how the extra layers in the center stuck out even more and were 
so densely concentrated, as indicated by all the creases and folds that 
converged on his crotch.
	That did it. I had to do release these feelings at once. I 
dropped the plastic pants and said, "you'll have to excuse me." I then 
headed out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
	"Are you okay?" Jennie asked me, sounding concerned and not 
knowing what was going on. Right now I didn't care and decided to 
explain it to her later. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I 
lay down on the cold tile floor and began masturbating furiously. It 
didn't take more than fifteen or twenty seconds to bring myself to 
ejaculation. I felt a huge flood of sperm flowing freely out of my hard 
dick. I kept massaging the front of my diapers and the semen kept 
flowing out. I kept it up longer than I normally did and I kept going 
until I was absolutely exhausted. What an incredible relief this was! I 
needed it in the worst way. As I savored my released tension I was 
gasping for air and seeing even more stars. I was afraid I may even 
pass out. My heart was fully accelerated to the point that I thought it 
would burst right out of my chest. My forehead was dripping with sweat 
and my entire body felt like it was on fire as I was so hot. All I 
could do was lie there and let myself relax and come down off of my 
diaper high. I didn't even want to get up as my body felt like a rag 
doll. No doubt the others were concerned about what happened.
	Jennie came into the bathroom a moment later and she saw me lying 
on the floor looking completely exhausted. I was still catching my 
breath.
	"Chris, what happened?" she asked me. "Are you feeling okay?"
	"Oh yeah," I said in a scratchy voice. "I feel lots better."
	"You're hot and sweaty and breathing hard," Jennie said. "You 
need some water or something?"
	"Yeah, but not right now," I said. "I'll be okay."
	"What are you doing here in the bathroom?" she asked me. "This is 
the last place I'd expect to find you, being the diaper boy you are."
	"I just needed some privacy," I said.
	"Privacy for what?" Jennie asked. I wasn't sure if or how to tell 
Jennie what I felt. She was ten years old and she had probably heard 
boys at school talk about sex and jacking off. She may have even tried 
playing with herself a couple times. I decided to approach the topic 
cautiously.
	"Well, us boys, you see, most of us have certain feelings that we 
get from looking at girls and thinking about them," I started. "It 
happens when you get older."
	"Oh, you mean masturbation?" Jennie said, apparently having 
already been educated on such matters. This helped me to determine the 
level of detail at which I could explain this to her.
	"Yeah, that's what I needed to do," I told her. "Except for me, 
it's not girls that give me those feelings, it's diapers. Diapers and 
boys wearing them."
	"I think I understand," Jennie said. "Derek likes to look at 
pictures of boys wearing diapers. He tells me that he really likes 
looking at your photo albums and your home videos since you're wearing 
diapers in all of them."
	"I do think about girls, too, but only if they're around boys who 
are wearing diapers or if they're changing them," I added.
	"So, was changing Steven's diapers a bit much for you?" Jennie 
said.
	"Yeah, it was," I said. "But I'm okay now."
	"Do you think you'll ever want to diaper him again?"
	"Oh yeah, of course I will," I said, knowing that in doing so I 
would achieve the same extreme sexual climax that I felt just now. "I 
just may need to take a break next time."
	"I just hope it doesn't kill you one of these times!" Jennie 
said. "I thought you were really sick or something. Do you really enjoy 
wearing diapers that much?"
	"God yes, I love diapers!" I said emphatically as I began to feel 
fully recovered. "I admit it, I'm obsessed with diapers. Diapers give 
me a high, sort of like what other people get from taking drugs, so I'm 
glad that I have a diaper fetish instead of a drug addiction."
	Jennie then extended her hand and helped me up.
	"Go join Derek and Steven in the kitchen," Jennie said. "I'll be 
right out there to make you guys lunch."
	With this, Jennie patted me on the behind again as I left the 
bathroom. She closed the door and made use of the facilities. 
Meanwhile, I walked out to the kitchen, barely able to support myself 
ass jacking off left me feeling weak all over. I made it to the kitchen 
and I sat down at the kitchen table across from Derek and Steven. I 
noticed that someone else had put Steven's plastic pants on him.
	"What happened to you?" Derek asked. I assured him that I was 
okay. Then I had to explain to him the same thing that I explained to 
Jennie, but toning things down to a level that was more appropriate for 
a seven-year-old. I simply told him that I just got too excited over 
changing Steven's diapers and I had to take a break.
	"Wow!" Derek exclaimed.
	"I like it when Chris changes me," Steven said.
	"So you liked that, eh?" I said to him.
	"Yeah, you're funny when you talk about diapers!" he said.
	"Glad you liked it," I said.
	"I want you to change my diapers from now on," Steven said to me.
	"I'll try to as much as I can," I said. "I'm sure your sister 
knows what to do to now make your diaper changes more enjoyable."
	Jennie came out of the bathroom, leaving behind her the sound of 
a toilet that had just been flushed. She came out to the kitchen and 
asked us what we wanted for lunch. After we all agreed on macaroni and 
cheese and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, she began preparing 
lunch. While doing this, she called her new friend Melanie and invited 
her over to join us for lunch. As Jennie had he bikini-clad bottom 
turned to me while she talked on the phone I examined her butt as 
closely as I could from where I was sitting and I confirmed that she 
wiped herself perfectly clean, something I could never do even when I 
did use some strange porcelain object called a toilet at some other 
time in my life.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 90
---------------------------

	I had never heard of Melanie before. I figured she must have been 
of one Jennie's friends, but I just wanted to be sure before settling 
on my assumption.
	"Who's Melanie?" I asked Jennie.
	"A new friend I met at the park the other day," she said. "She's 
the first friend I have met since we moved here."
	"Has she ever been over here?" I asked, wondering if she had seen 
Derek and Steven in their diapers yet.
	"I've been to her house a couple times, but she hasn't been over 
here yet," Jennie replied. "Boy, is she going to be in for a surprise 
when she sees you three boys in diapers, especially as big and as thick 
as they are."
	Neither Derek nor Steven seemed to mind the fact that a strange 
girl would see them in their diapers. In fact, they looked forward to 
showing off their diapers to her just like I did. I was getting hard as 
I thought about it.
	The doorbell rang a couple minutes later, so Melanie must have 
lived close by. Since Jennie was busy making sandwiches she asked Derek 
to answer the door. While Jennie could have easily answered the door 
herself, I knew she asked Derek to do it because he was in his diapers.
	I followed Derek to the door and stood behind him, off to the 
side so that Melanie-- assuming it was her-- would see my diapers right 
away. As expected, a girl who looked to be Jennie's age was standing at 
the door. Accompanying her was a boy who looked to be about three years 
old. I assumed he was Melanie's little brother. He was wearing shorts. 
I looked at him closely and was trying to determine if he was wearing a 
diaper or not. Nothing was showing above the waist of his shorts and I 
couldn't detect any bulges to indicate the presence of a diaper. I 
figured I'd find out soon enough.
	"Hello," the girl said to us. She looked at both Derek and I 
standing there in huge diapers, but she didn't say anything about the 
diapers.
	"Is Jennie here?" she asked, hesitating on the sight of mine and 
Derek's diapers. She made little eye contact as the angle of her eyes 
indicated that they were fixed on our diapers. Her little brother was 
also looking at us, no doubt that he could plainly see our diapers.
	"Yeah, she is, come on in," Derek said as he and I stood back and 
opened the door all the way.
	"Are you Melanie?" Derek asked.
	"Yes," she said. "And this is my little brother Tyler."
	"I'm Derek," he introduced himself. "This my friend and neighbor 
Chris, and over there is my brother Steven." Melanie looked across the 
room and quickly noted that Steven, too, was very thickly diapered. 
Derek led Melanie into the kitchen.
	"Hi Jennie!" Melanie greeted. "You mean you're not wearing 
diapers, too?" she said, sounding like she was expecting to see this 
after seeing the three of us boys in diapers.
	"Nahhh," Jennie replied. "I just change them."
	"Why are all these boys all wearing diapers?" Melanie asked.
	"Because they're boys," Jennie replied. "Around here, only boys 
wear diapers."
	"I didn't even know they made diapers for anyone besides babies," 
Melanie commented. "I think it's kind of funny to see your brother and 
his friend wearing diapers. How old are they?"
	"Derek's seven, and Chris is twelve," Jennie replied.
	"Are you guys, well, potty trained?" Melanie asked us.
	"Used to be," I said. "Now I'm back in diapers full time."
	"Me, too!" Derek said as he lifted his shirt to let Melanie see 
how high up his diapers went on his stomach.
	"So, you guys don't use the toilet, ever?" Melanie asked us, 
sounding incredulous.
	"Fuck no!" I said in my mind. To Melanie, I just said "not since 
I was eight years old."
	"Why do you wear diapers?" she asked me.
	"Because I like how they look on my butt and I like peeing and 
pooping in them," I replied honestly.
	"Isn't that, you know, kind of gross?" Melanie asked, displaying 
a disgusted look on her face. At that moment Tyler came up to her and 
asked her, "Mewamee, I gotta potty."
	"You do? Good boy!" Melanie commented. "Good to hear you say 
that."
	"Wheh's da potty?" Tyler asked his big sister.
	"Where's your bathroom?" Melanie asked Jennie.
	"Down the hall, first door on the right," she said.
	"It's the first door to your right," Melanie directed her brother 
and escorted him halfway.
	"Dammit!" I thought to myself and snapped my fingers as I watched 
Tyler walking into the bathroom. I was hoping he'd still be in diapers. 
What a disappoint this was! Maybe if he saw the three of us in diapers 
enough he would want to start wearing them again.
	Melanie then returned her attention to Derek and me.
	"You guys like to wear dirty diapers?" Melanie asked us.
	"Yeah, I think it's fun to wear diapers and pee and poop in them; 
it feels good," I commented honestly. Melanie stared at me, thinking I 
was weird, but I enjoyed flaunting my love for diapers and got off on 
it.
	"I don't see how anyone could enjoy wearing diapers!" Melanie 
turned to Jennie.
	"It's a boy's thing," Jennie said as she served the sandwiches 
and the macaroni.
	"That makes sense," Melanie said as she bit into her sandwich. 
"Boys are into gross things like that. And they're immature! Like 
babies!"
	"Maybe so, but I think it's cute," Jennie replied. "Don't you 
think my brothers and Chris look cute in diapers?"
	"They look funny, that's for sure," Melanie said. "They're butts 
stick out and they waddle wearing those thick diapers."
	"That's what makes them look cute," Jennie said. I smiled at 
Jennie, seeing that she was defending my side of the matter. "Besides, 
doesn't it make you feel more like, you know, a 'big girl' when you see 
that only the boys around you are all wearing diapers? Even the older 
boys?"
	"I don't know about that, but I know I'd never wear a diaper," 
Melanie said. "Don't you get tired of the smell and stinking all the 
time?" Melanie asked us.
	"We're used to it," I said. I didn't want to tell her that the 
odors of my diapers got me aroused. She was already having a difficult 
time understanding why we boys liked wearing diapers, but at least she 
was asking questions.
	"Does your mother change you?" Melanie asked.
	"Sometimes, but most of the time my sisters do it."
	"I feel sorry for them," Melanie remarked. "I'm so glad Tyler's 
starting to use the toilet now. I hated changing his diapers and wiping 
up his stinky butt all the time."
	Tyler came back to the table and was ready to eat.
	"All done?" Melanie asked Tyler. He nodded and said, "uh huh."
	"Did you wipe?" she asked him.
	"I only hadda pee," he said.
	"Did you wash your hands?" she asked him. As expected, he shook 
his head. Melanie got back up and escorted him back into the bathroom 
to help him with this.
	"You guys might want to put some pants or shorts on when 
Melanie's here and not talk about diapers so much," Jennie told the 
three of us boys while Melanie was out of the room. "She doesn't seem 
to understand why you all like wearing diapers."
	"That sucks," I said.
	"Yeah, and it sucks that Tyler is potty trained," Derek said. I 
agreed with him wholeheartedly, and I thought he sounded cute saying 
the word "sucks" using a seven-year-old's articulation.
	"Well, just because you boys wear diapers and your sisters and I 
all think it's cute and we like to change your diapers and see you 
going around in them, doesn't mean that everyone feels the same way 
about it."
	"I know," I said. "I just like to tell everyone how much I love 
wearing diapers."
	"Well, until I get to know Melanie better, I'd hold off on all 
the diaper stuff around her," Jennie told us.
	"Sorry," I said. "I get carried away with it."
	"You want us to put some shorts on?" Derek asked Jennie.
	"Nahh, too late now, Melanie's already seen you guys. Besides, 
summer's almost over and you won't be going around in diapers as much 
after the weather gets colder."
	"That never stopped me," I said. "Unless I go outside to play in 
the snow, all I wear is diapers, no matter how cold it is. The house 
stays warm and it doesn't matter."
	"Well, still, I just don't want Melanie to get all weirded out 
and not want to come over here again, so, just do it for me, okay?"
	"Okay," Derek moaned. After having eaten several bites of my 
sandwich and about half of my macaroni, I realized that I had nothing 
to drink. I asked Jennie if she had anything to offer.
	"Oh shoot," she said. "I didn't get you guys any drinks. What 
would you like?"
	"What do you have?" I asked Jennie.
	"We have milk, orange juice, apple juice and Diet Coke," she said 
when she opened the refrigerator and bent over, sticking her petite, 
scantily covered and diaperless behind towards us.
	"Just diet?" I asked. When Jennie replied that this was all they 
had as far as soda was concerned I opted for milk, as did Derek. Steven 
asked for apple juice.
	"I want mine in a bottle!" Steven requested.
	"Mine, too!" Derek asked.
	"Same here!" I said.
	"No, no guys, not while Melanie is here, okay?" she said.
	"Okay," Derek moaned. I was looking forward to getting my milk in 
a bottle, but I figured there was time for this afterwards. Jennie 
served Steven's apple juice in a sippy cup as a compromise. Derek 
wanted his in a sippy cup, too, but agreed to drinking it from a 
tumbler. I got mine in a glass.
	Melanie returned from the bathroom with Tyler, who looked upset.
	"Why's he upset?" Jennie asked Melanie.
	"I scolded him because he said he only had to pee, but he had to 
poop, and he didn't wipe his butt."
	"For Chrissakes, just leave him in diapers and save yourself the 
aggravation! He's a boy! Fuck toilet training!" I angrily thought to 
myself. I thought it so loudly that I swore I actually said it. I did, 
however, roll my eyes and huff spontaneously before resuming eating.
	Jennie offered them some drinks when they sat down to continue 
eating.
	I was curious to know how old Tyler was. I was hoping he'd be 
four, or at least close to it.
	"He turned three in April," Melanie answered. I was hoping he'd 
be a little older than this.
	"When did he start potty training?" I asked.
	"About a month ago," Melanie replied. "Mom was having a fit that 
he was three years old and still in diapers."
	"Oh, for God's sake!" I thought to myself and rolled my eyes 
again. It always amazed me how parents always got so freaked out about 
their kids being in diapers past the age of three, especially boys. 
Girls I could understand, but boys are often not ready for the toilet 
at this age. Some boys, like me, never were "ready" and had to be 
forced to give up diapers.
	"Did he start using the toilet willingly?" I asked in an 
interrogating sort of way.
	"Mom had to bribe him with candy and toys, and she says that if 
he can go five days without any accidents, she'll buy him some big boy 
underwear. He's up to day three now, and I'll be nice and let it slide 
that he didn't wipe his butt this time. He really likes Barney and 
wants Barney underwear."
	"Barney," I groaned. Such typical coercion techniques, I mused as 
I recalled the toilet training article I read recently in the waiting 
room at Dr. Johnston's office. None of that carrot-dangling shit ever 
worked for me, ever! Left alone, I had to wonder if the boy would have 
ever wanted to give up his diapers on his own. I asked Melanie what her 
thoughts were on this.
	"Probably," she said. "All kids eventually decide they don't want 
to wear diapers anymore."
	"I didn't," I said. "My parents had to force me out of my 
diapers."
	"I'm not surprised," she said.
	"It was hell for me and them," I said.
	"I'm sure it was," Melanie replied. 'It doesn't mean Tyler will 
be like you and want to wear diapers, though. Good God, I hope he 
doesn't."
	Jennie then looked at me like she didn't want me to keep pressing 
the issue, so I decided to drop it at this point.
	"I'll get back to Tyler later," I said to myself as I finished 
eating my lunch. I looked at him while he was picking at pieces of his 
macaroni with his fingers. He was such a cute little blonde-haired boy. 
He looked kind of like I did at that age. What a shame it would be to 
take diapers away from such a charming little guy. I hoped that I could 
influence him and get him to change his mind about potty training and 
encourage him to continue wearing diapers.
	After lunch, Derek, Steven and I went out to the back yard to 
play with their Tonka trucks in the dirt pit. Tyler joined us, as 
expected. Meanwhile, the girls were in the front yard spraying each 
other with the hose. We could hear them laughing, giggling and 
screaming. Melanie had stripped off her shorts and T-shirt, revealing 
the swimsuit that she had put on underneath.
	After a few minutes of pushing trucks around in the dirt and 
digging tunnels and getting our hands dirty, Derek said that he and 
Steven were going to go out front and play in the water with the girls.
	"Perfect!" I thought as I figured this would give me an 
opportunity to be alone with Tyler and tell him how great diapers are 
over using the toilet. At no point would I actually tell him that he 
should wear diapers or use them. That way in case he blabbed to his 
sister or his mother, I could tell them that I never told him to use 
his diapers.
	"Don't you wanna come with us?" Derek asked, apparently expecting 
Tyler and me to follow.
	"In a little bit," I said. "Tyler and I are having fun digging 
tunnels here."
	"We're getting hot, so we want to go cool off," Derek said.
	"I'll be up there in a little bit," I told him.
	"Okay," Derek said. He and Steven scampered across the yard. 
Their prominently white diapered butts gleamed brightly in the 
afternoon sun and I watched them waddle their way towards the gate that 
led out to the front of the house.
	Now was my chance. I knew that it was a bold move and it carried 
some risky consequences, but I wanted to see if I could at least delay 
Tyler's potty training progress by throwing a monkey wrench into his 
parents' efforts to separate him from his diapers. I sat there in the 
dirt and watched Tyler digging a little trench.
	"Hey Tyler!" I said to get his attention. He looked up at me.
	"What are you wearing underneath your shorts?" I asked him.
	"Puww-wups," he said.
	"Pull-Ups, right?" I repeated so he would know that I understood 
him. He replied back and said, "Puww-wups!" again.
	"Can I see what your Pull-Ups look like?" I asked him. I wasn't 
sure how he would react to this or if I should have asked him. He was 
being cooperative so far, so he stood up and pulled his shorts down. He 
stood in front of me and pointed to his diaper. It was a diaper as far 
as I was concerned.
	"I wear Puww-wups now!" he said proudly.
	"What did you wear before Pull-Ups?" I asked him.
	"I wore Pampers," he said. "Me mommy hadda put dem on me."
	"So, that's the *only* difference between diapers and Pull-Ups, 
right?" I asked him, not sure if he understood this. "Your mommy has to 
put the Pampers diapers on you, but you can put Pull-Ups on yourself, 
but other than that, Pull-Ups are still kind of like Pampers diapers, 
huh?"
	Tyler didn't respond, so I rephrased my statement so that he 
would hopefully understand it.
	"Do your Pull-Ups feel like your Pampers?" I asked him.
	"Yeah, they're Puww-wups diapers!" he said.
	"So they're still diapers, right?"
	"Uh huh," he said.
	"Tell me that they're diapers," I asked him. I wanted to make 
sure he was understanding what I was talking about.
	"Diapers," he replied.
	"Pull-Ups are diapers," I repeated.
	"You can still pee and poop in them, can't you?" I continued.
	"I'm not s'posed to, and I'm s'posed to go to da potty."
	I wanted to smack my forehead. I felt that it was time to turn up 
the heat a little, seeing that Tyler was still under the expectation to 
use the toilet.
	"Do you wish you could wear your *Pampers* diapers again?" I 
asked him. I had learned that he had made the distinction between 
diapers and Pull-Ups by their brand names. I spoke to him slowly and 
gently so he would listen.
	"Do you miss having your Mom changing your Pampers? Do you miss 
the way she would clean your poopy bottom and make you feel good? I bet 
you miss seeing a package of Pampers diapers next to you while you 
watched your Mom pull it out and spread it out and then pull it up in 
between your legs. Did you like it when your Mom did that to you? 
Didn't that just feel so good to get a nice, fresh, clean Pampers 
diaper on?"
	Tyler smiled at me, but he didn't say anything. I noticed that he 
rubbed the front of his Pull-Ups when I was telling him this, but a lot 
of three-year-old boys do this anyway.
	"Do your Pull-Ups look like your Pampers?" I asked him while he 
was looking down at his crotch.
	"Yeah," he said.
	"Both of them are white, and they're both soft and kind of thick-
- not as thick as *my* diapers, of course."
	It surprised me that Tyler had not made any acknowledgement of 
the fact that any of us other boys were wearing diapers. Tyler had 
pulled his shorts back up and went back to playing. I had to get his 
attention again.
	"Hey Tyler!" I said. I turned around and stuck my diapered butt 
towards him. He looked up at me while I looked down between my legs and 
held my ankles. I then pointed to my diapered behind.
	"What is this I'm wearing?" I asked him.
	"A diaper!" he said.
	"That's right," I said. "Actually, it's *several* diapers," I 
added. "I have lots and lots of diapers on, which is why they are so 
big and thick on me! I like to wear lots of diapers, because I like 
them to be really, really thick on my butt." I repeated several key 
words several times-- diapers, big, thick, white, butt, poopy, stinky, 
smelly, and a few others. He giggled as I squatted down and patted my 
butt several times, so I was at least keeping his attention. I then sat 
down and then rolled back, letting him see my diapered crotch.
	"My diapers cover me all over," I said. "See how big and thick 
they are?" I continued.
	While I could tell that I was making a strong impression on Tyler 
by showing off my diapers to him, he wasn't responding the way I had 
hoped, so I decided to ask him more questions.
	"You know why I wear diapers?" I asked him as I sat back up and 
brushed the dirt off of my back. I didn't expect him to answer, which 
he didn't. I said, "because I don't use the potty!"
	"You don' use da potty?" he said. Now I knew he was listening.
	"Nope, every time I need to pee or poop I just go in my diapers. 
They're really big and super thick so they hold lots of pee and poop, 
and nobody has to smell my stinky poop when I wear my diapers thick 
like this."
	"Mommy says that big boys use the potty," Tyler said.
	"She's full of shit," was my spontaneous thought, but I didn't 
say this. Instead, I said, "well, I'm a big boy, and I don't use the 
potty. Who says big boys can't wear diapers? Derek's a big boy and he 
wears diapers, and so is Steven. My friend Tony is a big boy and he 
wears diapers, too. In fact, I know lots of big boys who wear diapers."
	"Why don' you use da potty?" Tyler asked me.
	"Why do *you* use the potty?" I asked him back.
	"Because my mommy says to," he replied. "She gets mad and says 
that I'm not a big boy when I go in my diapers."
	"That's what your *mommy* says," I told him. "Do you think that 
using the potty makes you a big boy? Or, does wearing diapers *not* 
make you a big boy?"
	"You're a big boy and you wear diapers," he said.
	"He's catching on!" I thought to myself excitedly, hoping to have 
successfully reversed some of the brainwashing that Tyler had been fed 
by his parents.
	"Do you like wearin' diapers?" he asked me.
	"Like diapers? I love diapers!" I exclaimed. "I like diapers that 
are big and fluffy and white and really, really thick! I think peeing 
and pooping in diapers is lots of fun! In fact, I'm gonna poop in them 
right now!"
	With another bowel movement on its way out of my butt, I turned 
my behind towards Tyler again and I farted loudly enough for it to be 
heard through the diapers. I then pushed out a couple large stools and 
felt them spread all over my buttocks. Knowing that Tyler was watching 
me really excited me. At the same time I piss-flooded my diapers and 
felt the warm urine splash all around my hard dick.
	"I just pooped my diapers," I told him. "I peed in them, too."
	"You gonna get in twubble for pooing in your diapers," Tyler 
said.
	"Trouble?" I said with a laugh. "Get in trouble? Ha! Not anymore! 
My mom and dad and my sisters *expect* me to pee and poop in my 
diapers! I've been wearing diapers like this since before you were even 
born and they know that I'm not about to use the potty now!"
	I then felt Tyler pulling back on my plastic pants from behind 
me.
	"Those are my plastic pants," I said. "They go over my diapers so 
I don't get things wet when I sit down."
	Suddenly I felt Tyler's hand going into my diapers, releasing a 
handful of dirt. He then let go of my plastic pants and laughed. 
Normally this would have pissed me off, especially as my own sisters 
had a long record of dropping foreign materials into the back of my 
diapers when I wasn't expecting it.
	Okay, Tyler, you got me," I said as I pulled off my plastic pants 
so that I could empty out the dirt. I tried to brush the dirt off of my 
diapers, but the wetness from sweating and the pee that had soaked back 
to my rear end turned the dirt residue to mud, thus leaving behind a 
small brown swath that made it appear that my poop had soaked all the 
way through to my outer diapers.
	While I was putting my plastic pants back on Tyler got up and 
headed towards the house.
	"Where you going?" I asked him.
	"To the potty!" he said.
	Shit! Shit! All that work, all that suggestive talk, all that 
effort to persuade Tyler to use his diapers, all gone down the toilet, 
which seemed to be an appropriate analogy.
	"Look at all the play time that you're missing by getting up and 
going to the potty!" I said to him. He kept going in spite of my last-
ditch efforts to encourage him to use his Pull-Ups. In desperation I 
decided to break my vow to not openly suggest that he use his Pull-Ups 
instead.
	"You're wearing Pull-Ups," I said. "You said they're diapers, so 
why not just use them?"
	"My Mommy will get mad," Tyler said.
	"My Mommy will get mad, my Mommy will get mad," I quietly mocked 
Tyler.
	"Your Mommy's not here!" I said. "She'll never know."
	"Mewamee will get mad, too!" he said, trying to say Melanie's 
name.
	"Ahh, just tell her it was an accident," I suggested. "You have 
accidents, don't you?"
	"I want Barney!" he exclaimed.
	"Tyler, I'm going to let you in on a secret," I said. "Barney is 
stupid!"
	"No he's not!" Tyler said. With this, he got up and ran towards 
the house to use the potty. Fuck!
	Tyler was gone now and he was in the house. I went in to the 
house with him to get a drink of water. I watched him turn the corner 
and go down the hall. I then heard the bathroom door being closed.
	"Fuck!" I muttered through clenched teeth in utter frustration 
and I banged my head a couple times against the refrigerator door, 
knocking down a couple refrigerator magnets in the process. I bent over 
to pick them up and I could feel the fresh poop sliding around in my 
diapers. It seemed that nothing I said or did in front of Tyler had any 
effect on encouraging him to use his Pull-Ups, and all I did was make 
an ass of myself in vain. A diapered ass, of course.
	It seemed that Tyler was using the toilet mostly out of fear of 
punishment from his mother or his sister. I didn't hear him flush the 
toilet before he came running back out of the bathroom. He went out to 
the front yard to join the others. I then went into the bathroom to 
check and see what Tyler did in the toilet since he had left it 
unflushed. The water was yellow, but there were no turds floating 
around, so I knew he hadn't pooped. I was crossing my fingers and 
hoping he'd have a poop accident later on.
	I debated whether or not to flush the toilet and get rid of the 
evidence that Tyler had used it in case Melanie was the next one to use 
the toilet. I then decided to leave it alone since I didn't want to 
tarnish my record of not ever flushing a toilet since I was put in 
diapers, even if it wasn't my pee or poop that was being flushed. While 
I was in the bathroom I examined the back of my diapers to see how much 
the dirt stain showed. It was just a light brown spot, so I decided to 
let it go.
	I went out to the front yard to play in the water with the 
others. Since Derek, Steven and I all had plastic pants on our diapers 
would likely stay relatively dry. We mostly ran through the sprinkler 
and got our shirts wetter than anything else. Melanie had pretty much 
adjusted to the fact that we all wore diapers and enjoyed wearing them. 
While Melanie had gone into the house to use the bathroom, Jennie told 
me that she talked to Melanie about it.
	"What did she say?" I asked Jennie.
	"She thinks it's weird," Jennie said. "But she knows it's what 
you boys like to do and to just leave it at that. She won't change any 
of your diapers, you can count on that."
	"Do we still have to wear pants or shorts when she's here?" I 
asked Jennie.
	"No, but just don't make a big deal out of wearing diapers when 
she's around," Jennie advised me. "She's afraid that you boys will be a 
bad influence on Tyler's toilet training after seeing you in diapers."
	"I dunno," I said, thinking about all the heavy artillery that I 
used in hopes of undoing Tyler's toilet training progress. "He asked me 
about my diapers and I answered him, and I thought that me might want 
to wear diapers like me, but he still got up and used the toilet."
	"Well, whatever you do, don't try to get him to use his diapers, 
Melanie would not appreciate this."
	"Okay," I said, knowing that it was too late now, having already 
planted a seed or two, perhaps a whole garden with all the things I 
said and did in front of Tyler.
	Several minutes later while I was running through the sprinkler 
behind Tyler, he suddenly stopped in front of me, leaving me standing 
over the sprinkler while the water loudly sprayed onto the crotch of my 
plastic pants.
	"Uh oh!" Tyler exclaimed. He started running towards the house, 
but then he stopped. I could hear a farting noise, and I knew that it 
didn't come from Derek or Steven since they were sitting over in the 
shade.
	"Mewamee!" Tyler shouted as he waddled up to her. She knew from 
the way he was walking that he had a poop accident. She turned him 
around and pulled back on his shorts. She examined his Pull-Ups and 
determined that he had pooped in them.
	"You had an accident, didn't you?!" Melanie said to Tyler 
sternly. Tyler had a guilty and fearful look on his face while his 
older sister glared at him disapprovingly for messing his pants. 
Meanwhile, I was grinning ear to ear, saying "Yeah! He did it! He had 
an accident!" I had a virtually indelible smile on my face for several 
minutes as I joined Derek and Steven in the shade. They, too, enjoyed 
witnessing the accident and we all high-fived each other. We watched 
Melanie take Tyler's shorts completely off and check his Pull-Ups. 
Because pooped had leaked out of his Pull-Ups and into his shorts, she 
left his shorts off.
	"This is why I didn't bring extra Pull-Ups with me," Melanie 
scolded her brother. "I thought maybe you'd not have any accidents 
after I told you that I would not bring any extra Pull-Ups with me! But 
no-o-o!"
	"He's a boy, boys are harder to train, so give him time," Jennie 
advised Melanie. She was playing devil's advocate, at least to Melanie 
she was.
	"He's almost three and a half!" Melanie said. "Even boys his age 
should be toilet trained. He's got peeing down, but it's the pooping 
that we're having trouble with."
	"Like I said, give him time, he'll get it," Jennie said.
	"Gimme my shorts!" Tyler pleaded.
	"Sorry, you got them dirty," Melanie said as she held Tyler's 
shorts and pulled them out of his reach as he tried to grab them.
	"You're gonna go home just like that," she said, pointing to 
Tyler's Pull-Ups.
	"No!" he bellowed.
	"I have to take Tyler home and clean him up," Melanie grumbled.
	"Look, he could wear one of Steven's disposable diapers, I mean, 
just for now," Jennie said. It seemed that she was also trying to get 
Tyler to wear diapers, too by suggesting this.
	"We're trying to get him *out* of diapers, completely!" Melanie 
said in exasperation.
	"Okay," Jennie said. "I just thought I'd save you a trip back to 
your house."
	"We need to get going anyway," Melanie said. "Come on, let's go 
show Mommy what you did in your pants!"
	"No!!!" Tyler screamed.
	"This wouldn't have happened if you used the toilet, you know!" 
Melanie said. The poor kid seemed terrified now. It looked like his 
toilet training was turning out to be going no better than mine was. As 
much as I hated to see Tyler go through this, it did make me feel more 
determined to advocate diapers as an alternative to toilets, at least 
for boys, anyway. Moreover, perhaps the negative toilet training 
experiences that Tyler was having would manifest themselves in diaper 
fetishism later on, just like what happened to me.
	"Looks like you won't get your Barney underpants for awhile," 
Melanie said, further deepening the wounds of guilt into Tyler's young 
and highly impressionable psyche.
	"I don't WANT any Barney underpants!" Tyler cried. I agreed with 
him, but in a way I was hoping he'd get them. Few things would thrill 
me as much as seeing Barney get shit on all over in some little boy's 
underpants.
	Just as Melanie was leaving with Tyler, Derek bent over and held 
his ankles to take a really big dump in his thick diapers. Melanie 
looked at him as she and Tyler walked by. Derek timed it perfectly by 
letting out a juicy fart while he shit in his diapers.
	"It's all over my butt now!" Derek said with glee.
	"Do you need a diaper change now?" I asked Derek.
	"Yeah, I really pooped big!" he said. I asked Jennie if I could 
change Derek for him. Again I was feeling really stimulated, especially 
after watching Derek bend over and crap his diapers in front of me.
	"You know what to do now," Jennie said. "If you need help, just 
come and get me."
	We went back into the house. Derek grabbed a clean towel from his 
closet and spread it out on his crib. He then lay down on it. Derek 
also grabbed his pacifier and stuck it in his mouth while I changed 
him. Just as I had done for Steven earlier, I removed the multiple 
Thickies diaper layers that Derek had pinned onto him for several hours 
that day. Jennie left me with a lot of pins to remove as I expected. 
While changing Derek I told him about all the things I said and did in 
front of Tyler in hopes of getting him to try wearing diapers.
	"If he keeps having accidents like he did, he'll be just like you 
and Steven," Derek said as he took the pacifier out of his mouth just 
so he could talk.
	"If anything he saw or heard from me sinks in, he'll already be 
like we are," I replied. "Trust me, I was not the least bit subtle 
about it."
	I managed to get through cleaning up Derek's poopy bottom and 
powdering him without being driven over the edge with such strong 
sexual arousal, even while seeing that Derek's own organ was as big as 
it could get. Once I got to handling Derek's clean diapers and all the 
pins, I once again felt myself wanting to jack off as my dick was on 
the verge of ejaculation. Derek said that I was doing a good job 
getting his cloth diapers on tightly and securely.
	"Good," I said.
	"Jennie still uses more pins, though," Derek said. Seeing that 
there were several pins left over after I put the last diaper on, I 
realized that I hadn't distributed the diaper pins with as much density 
as Jennie had used.
	"You want me to stick the extras in?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I 
would make it without having to leave the room again.
	"Sure," Derek said. I then thought of another idea.
	"Have you ever had your diapers pinned to your shirt?" I asked 
Derek.
	"No," he said, but in such a tone that suggested that he would 
like to try it.
	"My sisters like doing it to me; they used to do it all the time 
just to make extra sure I couldn't get my diapers off."
	"It sounds like fun!" Derek said.
	"Okay! Get ready then!" I said excitedly, breathing hard in 
anticipation of another intense orgasm. Derek stuck the pacifier back 
in his mouth. My dick was tingling all over and begging to be massaged 
in the worst way. I tried to think of some anti-stimulating thoughts to 
neutralize my arousal until I was done, such as thinking about Jennie 
or any other girl wearing a diaper, but I quickly perished this thought 
in favor of the thoughts that were going through my mind while 
fastening Derek's diapers to his shirt. I folded his shirt tail up to 
maximize the exposure of his diapers and to reinforce the material into 
which the pins would be inserted. I stuck six diaper pins in the front 
of Derek's diapers, which spanned from one side to another. There were 
still eight pins left over, so I asked Derek to get up on his knees and 
turn around so I could stick the rest of the pins into the back of his 
diaper.
	Derek got up as instructed and turned his very well padded butt 
towards my face. I tried not to concentrate so much on the thick white 
diapers that enshrouded his buttocks and almost half of his back so 
that I could at least finish pinning up the back of Derek's diapers to 
his shirt. After the third pin was in I just had to get these feelings 
out once and for all. I studied the thick bunches of cloth converging 
at the base of Derek's butt, noting that they were twice as thick in 
the center of his diaper seat as they were at the sides. I then asked 
Derek to hang on a second. He got down on his hands and knees, thus 
exposing part of his diapered crotch. The visual stimulation was quite 
extreme. I remained standing when I jacked off while Derek remained in 
his position and waited for me to finish pinning his diapers to his 
shirt. I tried to keep my moans and groans silent, but I couldn't help 
but to vocalize the release of my sexual tension.
	"Oh yeah, much better," I said. I felt my legs become weak and I 
wanted to collapse. I got up on the crib and lay there while I let my 
body relax.
	"Are you okay?" Derek asked me.
	"I'm fine, I just get really, really excited when I start 
handling all those diapers and diaper pins."
	Derek handed me the rest of the diaper pins and asked me if I 
could finish pinning him up while I was lying down. I told him that I 
would sit up and I asked him to sit in front of me. I spread my legs 
apart so he could set his white-diapered bottom in between my thighs. 
He crawled over to me and positioned himself where I could finish the 
job. Even after having expended my semen, I could still feel myself 
getting aroused by having Derek's rear end up so close to me like he 
was. He then scooted his butt up on my lap, making me wish I had waited 
until now to jack off. The weight of his body was more than my tender 
and sensitive penis could handle in its post-ejaculatory state, even 
with the thickness of my diapers helping to reduce the impact. I stuck 
the remaining five diaper pins into his shirt and told him that I was 
done. He got up and put his plastic pants on while I continued to rest 
some more.
	Jennie got quite a laugh as she saw what I did with the remaining 
diaper pins and said that she would start doing this more when she 
changed her brother's diapers. By this time of day it was late 
afternoon and we were all tired from the hot sun. Jennie had been 
bottle-feeding Steven before she took him into his room for his nap. 
She then babied Derek and bottle fed him some milk from a bottle. I sat 
and watched her while I cooled off in front of the fan.
	"Wanna be next?" Jennie asked me.
	"Sure," I said. "I hope I'm not too big for your lap," I said.
	"I can handle it," she said. While she got up to get another 
bottle for me, Derek told me that he was going to go take a nap, too. I 
told him I would probably be gone when he got up, so I said goodbye to 
him at this time. When Jennie returned to the chair I climbed up onto 
her and planted my thickly diapered derriere on her bikini-clad lap.
	"Phew, you could use a diaper change yourself, boy," Jennie said 
as she caught a good whiff of my diaper odors. as she stuck a bottle 
filled with apple juice into my mouth.
	"My smmistrs wmll chmnge mmuh whmn thmy gmet hmm," I tried to say 
with the bottle in my mouth. Jennie pulled the bottle out of my mouth 
so that I could say it again.
	"My sisters will change me when they get home, I repeated, this 
time more clearly. "We're going to the fair tonight. Otherwise, I would 
have you come over and change me."
	Jennie stuck the bottle's nipple back into my mouth and for the 
next ten to fifteen minutes I sat there and relaxed while sucking on 
the bottle and drinking the apple juice. I almost fell asleep as I felt 
so relaxed and that I was getting tired. When I was finished drinking I 
felt like taking a nap, too. I thanked Jennie for letting me spend the 
day with her, Derek and Steven.
	"I'm gonna go home and take a nap," I said.
	"You can take a nap here if you want," she offered. "Derek's crib 
has enough room for two of you."
	"Thanks," I said. "Can you call my house and leave a message 
explaining where I'm at?"
	"Will do," Jennie said. She looked at my phone number on the 
chart on the wall and dialed it while I went into Derek's room and 
joined him in his crib. He was asleep when I climbed up into his crib 
next to him. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there on his 
stomach, his diapers securely pinned to his shirt. Every breath he took 
his butt would rise up and descend. I gently patted his butt-- 
acknowledging that this was my diapering that I did-- as I lay down 
next to him and dozed off. Both of us slept serenely for over an hour, 
which was when Lisa came over to get me.

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