FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 168
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	I had told Jimmy about my plan to get even with his dickwad 
neighbor. Jimmy was all for it since he didn't like this guy (after 
today's incident, I can only wonder why!) Before I gave him the details 
of my plan I asked him if he had a video camera, so I wouldn't have to 
borrow the one my family owned.
	"Yeah, why?" Jimmy asked.
	"Gotta get him on tape to bust him," I said.
	"How are we going to do that?" Jimmy asked.
	"Easy. We just let one our balls go over into his yard and one of 
us goes and gets it, just like earlier today. Now, you or whoever goes 
over there provokes him and tries to make an attempt to escape, but 
then let him catch whoever and hold him. Now, since you have that nice 
big knothole in your fence, this works perfectly for our scheme. One of 
us will run the camera and get video of this asshole neighbor of yours 
trying to detain us."
	"Sounds great," Jimmy said. "But there is one question I'd like 
to ask."
	"Sure," I said.
	"Do you want to be out there in just your diapers while I'm 
videoing this?"
	"Well, depends on who goes over there," I said. "Now, I'm staying 
in these thick diapers for the rest of the weekend, so if anything, I'd 
be wearing my sweats. I know what you're saying, that if someone else 
is going to see this tape we shouldn't be on the video with our 
diapered butts out in the open. I already thought about that and have 
planned for it."
	"Okay, then I guess we'll see you tomorrow," Jimmy said. "But 
come by before 4:00, because that's when I expect my Mom and Dad to get 
home after visiting with my aunt."
	The next day, A Sunday, Tony came over and joined me in going 
over to Jimmy's house again. When we showed up Jimmy was there by 
himself. He was lounging around in just his diapers. I asked Jimmy if 
he had the video camera handy. He got up and grabbed it out of the 
closet. Tony and I stared at his diapered butt as he bent down to the 
floor to pick it up. He came back over to us and showed us how it 
worked.
	"I even put my own tape in it for this," he said. We fooled 
around with it and made an impromptu video.
	"Hi, my name's Jimmy," he introduced himself on the video while I 
took the shot. "I wear diapers. I'm normally only supposed to pee in 
them, but, since my mom and dad aren't here, I'm going to poop in them, 
too, just watch."
	Jimmy then went over to the big recliner and sat down in it. He 
spread his legs apart and scooted his butt forward so I could get a 
good shot of it on the camera. He gave me the cue to start the camera 
again.
	"And now, I am going to take a big SHIT in my diaper!"
	With the camera rolling, Jimmy started squeezing several big 
turds out. As he sat there in the recliner I watched his diaper bulge 
as he pushed shit out of his butt. My dick was stiffening as I watched 
nd focused on the action. The creases in the lining of his diaper 
shifted as the mass of stool pressed up against his tight-fitting 
diaper, spreading its content all over his buttocks. I could smell the 
odor of his pooping. His dick got hard, too, as this was evidenced by 
the tent that had formed at the front of his diaper.
	"And that's how you take a shit in your diaper!" Jimmy concluded 
this portion of the video. "And now, I'll introduced you to my friends 
Chris and Tony."
	It was my turn to appear in Jimmy's diaper video. It was a 
completely impromptu performance. I said, "Hi, I'm Chris, and as you 
can see, I wear diapers, too. You can probably see that I don't just 
wear ordinary diapers, either. I wear lots of really THICK cloth 
diapers! They're even called THICKIES! Now, I'd like to do a diaper-
pooping video like Jimmy did, but if I did you wouldn't see anything. 
(I turn around). As you can see, my diapers are much, much, much, much, 
MUCH TOO THICK for you to see what I am doing in them. Betcha don't 
know if I pooped in them or not!"
	"Well, did you?" Jimmy asked me, behind the camera, of course.
	"What do you think I'm doing right now?" I said. After I finished 
dumping into my diapers I sat in the recliner and spread my legs to 
show off my crotch. Since this was Jimmy's diaper video I wanted to 
give him something he'd enjoy watching. I pointed out all the 
superlative features of my diapers and talked about how my sisters have 
been changing my diapers for almost four years now. Since Jimmy didn't 
have any sisters, or any brothers for that matter, I wasn't sure if he 
would appreciate this as much as I did.
	Tony then had his turn before the camera. He talked about his 
diaper history, crediting me for getting him into diapers. He even did 
an on-camera diaper-pooping, but like me, his Thickies disposable 
diaper was too thick to show any visual evidence of the condition of 
the seat of his diaper.
	Since Jimmy wasn't used to wearing poopy diapers, he wasn't used 
to staying in them for as long as Tony and I were. We tried to talk him 
into wearing them for awhile and savoring the feeling of a good, shit-
filled diaper. He said that he enjoyed the feeling when it was coming 
out, but he was wanting to get cleaned up again. We understood and 
didn't pressure him to stay in his soiled diaper for any longer than 
what he was comfortable with. Besides, he didn't want his parents to 
possibly come home early on him and catch him with crap-filled diapers 
on.
	"You better hope they don't ever see this video," I said.
	"They won't," Jimmy assured me. "In fact, later on I'll show you 
some of the other things I have done on here in my diapers when my 
parents are gone. That's what's so cool about being an only child."
	"I have two sisters, and they take videos of me in my diapers all 
the time," I said. Since Jimmy was more secretive about his feelings 
about wearing diapers as far as his family was concerned I could 
understand why he was glad to be an only child. He then took the video 
out of the camera and popped it into the VCR. I could see the poop 
weighing down the seat of his diaper as he bent over to insert the 
tape. He then sat back down and let us watch his earlier diaper videos.
	"This was right after we got the camera," Jimmy said. He looked 
about two years younger. His voice was higher in pitch, too. The time 
at which the video was shot was further evident by the date in the 
corner, reading 06/22/91.
	"I was ten years old then, look at me!" Jimmy said. He sure 
looked cute in his diapers then, not that he didn't look cute in his 
diapers now. His smooth, pre-pubescent boy legs complemented his diaper 
quite nicely. He danced around the house in his diaper with music 
playing in the background. He had done several little video segments 
whenever he had the chance. Some segments were interrupted by picture 
noise, indicating the times when Jimmy didn't take the time to cue up 
the tape between sessions. He always put the date in the corner. Within 
about an hour's worth of time on the video Jimmy aged nearly two years.
	After this much time it occurred to me that Jimmy was still 
wearing a poopy diaper. He had mentioned wanting to change shortly 
after crapping in his diaper. I asked him why he mentioned wanting to 
change, but then decided to leave his shitty diaper on.
	"I want to try to get used to it like you guys are," he said. 
"Besides, I had to 'let the caboose out'."
	"Uh, what does that mean?" Tony asked. I knew what it meant since 
I had heard other kids at school say this phrase.
	"It means you thought you were done taking a shit, but then after 
pulling your pants up and flushing the toilet, you realize that you 
have more shit waiting to come out. I guess when you're always in 
diapers and don't use a toilet it really doesn't matter if you have to 
shit again five minutes later."
	Tony and I agreed, since for us pooping in our diapers was more 
or less a constant, recurring activity.
	We then watched the video that we just created. We rewound it a 
couple more times and watched it again. By this time Jimmy decided that 
he had better get his diaper changed. Tony asked him if he could have 
the honors, so Jimmy told him that he could change his diaper. He even 
asked me to videotape it, which I was pleased to do for him. After I 
had the scene framed I just held the camera in place and watched as 
Tony removed Jimmy's stinky diaper. I decided I'd rather see it up 
close and in the color of my own natural vision than to watch it 
through the little black-and-white viewfinder. Every now and then I'd 
check to make sure the scene was still in the frame. I also zoomed in 
to get close-ups of Jimmy's shit-filled diaper and his towering 
erection. I kept the shot close as Tony wiped Jimmy's balls and crotch 
clean.
	After Tony got Jimmy's poopy bottom cleaned up Tony took hold of 
his hard dick and yanked it several times, jacking him off and making 
him come. This, too, was caught on tape. Jimmy had left what he called 
"snail tracks" on his bed. I didn't really know what he was talking 
about at the time.
	"Snail tracks?" I inquired innocently, recording my naivety 
regarding this particular phrase for all eternity on the videotape.
	"Yeah, you know, you've seen those trails that snails leave 
behind?" Jimmy started to explain.
	"Yeah," I said. "But what does that have to do with anything?"
	"You ever jack off and come so hard that it gets on your bed 
sheets and it leaves a trail?" Jimmy asked me bluntly.
	"No, to be honest I haven't," I said, the tape still rolling. 
"I've always done it in my diapers, I've never had to worry about 
cleaning up, err, snail tracks."
	Jimmy just nodded, surprised that I had never masturbated without 
my diapers on. I did tell him that Megan had jacked me off a few times, 
though.
	"You mean that fat chick with the long red hair I've seen you 
talking to?" Jimmy asked.
	"Yeah, that's her," I said. "I hope you don't mean 'fat chick' in 
a bad way."
	"Well, she is fat, but I have to admit she's cute, too," Jimmy 
said.
	"That's one of the things I like about her," I said, maintaining 
the hard-on that I got from watching Tony jacking off Jimmy. "I guess 
it's because I like to think of her as one of my sisters, since she's 
big like Lisa, and keeping me in diapers and changing my diapers and 
always reminding me of how much of a diaper boy I am, but that since 
she *isn't* my sister, we can do, you know 'other things', not that I'd 
want to do these things with my own sisters, mind you."
	"Other things?" Jimmy asked. "You mean, like, screwing her?"
	"Yeah," I said. The camera was off now. I was starting to feel a 
little embarrassed now. I didn't really know Jimmy like I knew Tony and 
wasn't sure how much I could trust him to know this.
	"So you've had sex with her?" Jimmy asked, sounding incredulous.
	"A couple times, yeah," I said.
	"You lucky dude," Jimmy said.
	"I guess I am," I said, feeling guilty about having lost my 
virginity at such a young age. "Just don't go telling everybody, or 
she'd never speak to me again."
	"I'll keep quiet, I promise," Jimmy said.
	"I'd like you to back that promise up somehow," I told Jimmy. I 
didn't want to imply that I didn't trust him, but, well, since I really 
didn't know him that well, I couldn't trust him.
	"Okay, here's a secret about me, since I know a secret about 
you," Jimmy said. He hesitated for a moment, took a deep sigh and then 
said, "I think I might be gay."
	I was somewhat surprised by hearing this, about the same way I 
felt when Tony first told me that he thought he was gay.
	"I hope you guys are cool with that," Jimmy said. Tony then 
decided to speak up and announce that he was pretty sure he was gay.
	"So how do you *know* you're gay?" Jimmy asked Tony.
	"Well, I don't think of having sex with girls and I find that 
boys are more attractive," Tony answered plainly. He added, "not just 
boys who are in diapers, but I mean, boys in general."
	Jimmy explained that he felt confused because he liked to think 
about girls, too and admitted to having a big crush on a girl in one of 
his classes.
	"What about us boys?" I asked Jimmy.
	"Well, I like to see you and Tony in your diapers," he said. "I 
sometimes think about, well, you know..."
	Jimmy was hesitant to admit that he thought about doing it with 
another boy, but we coached him along and assured him that he wouldn't 
spit in his face and call him "faggot" or anything like that. I told 
him that I experience the same feelings and in fact have experimented 
with such activities with Tony.
	"You may be bisexual; sometimes I think I am," I said. "To be 
honest with you, I find it a lot more satisfying to look at my own 
photo albums full of pictures of me in diapers and watching all of our 
home videos that Lisa and Cindy have taken of me in my diapers, than to 
look at a porno mag or video. I guess in a way I am my own pornography, 
as silly as that sounds," I said with a little bit of a laugh. "I get 
off on myself being a diaper boy."
	"So what about other boys?" Jimmy asked me.
	"Oh hell yeah!" I said. "I love looking at Tony and Jay and 
Bryce, well, you, plus Derek and his brother Steven, Luke and his 
brother Nathan, Cody and Jordan, all those boys in diapers at summer 
camp. To me that's the greatest sight on earth, a thickly diapered 
boys' butt!"
	I continued to talk at length about how diapers and boys aroused 
me more than thoughts of having sex with girls did, but yet I didn't 
think about having sex with other boys, per se, as much as I enjoyed it 
when such opportunities presented themselves. I was just as confused 
about my own sexuality as Jimmy was. Only Tony was certain that he was 
gay and didn't want anything to do with girls, other than to let his 
own sister Kara and my sisters change his diapers. Jimmy then asked me 
a few questions about sex. Like most other boys our age, his hormones 
were boiling over with the onset of puberty and he wanted to experience 
his first fuck in the worst way.
	All this talk was getting me horny, so I let Tony have the honors 
of helping me release this mounting sexual tension. We let Jimmy watch 
and videotape us as Tony got up on me and scooted his diapered butt 
back and forth over the front of my diapers until I came. At this point 
Tony scooted himself back even more and rolled his diapered butt and 
crotch over my face, positioning himself with his crotch pressed up to 
the top of my head, his legs on each side of me. he then started 
jacking off. I got up and let him rub up himself up against my diaper-
butt. All I could feel through my diapers was his body pushing up 
against mine. My dick was still half erect as it was coming back down 
from orgasm, but having a difficult time as Tony's thrusts were keeping 
me aroused. I began to wonder if it could be possible to have a second 
climax so soon after I had just expended much of my load. It didn't 
take Tony too long to expend his load. He moaned and sighed as he said, 
"there it goes, oh yeah, ooh yeah!"
	"I wish I had waited to watch you guys to that," Jimmy said. "I 
would have had a good come over it."
	"There's always another time, right, Tony?" I asked him as I 
turned around and looked at him. His face was red and he was sweating, 
still massaging his dick through his diaper. Tony just nodded as he was 
catching his breath.
	"Besides, we got it on video, so you can watch it tonight," I 
told Jimmy.
	After we had a few minutes to cool down and recover from our 
diaper-jackoff session we decided to take care of the business for 
which Tony and I had come over to begin with. The first thing we needed 
to do was to dispose of Jimmy's soiled diaper. Since Jimmy wasn't 
allowed to poop in his diapers he had to get rid of it lest it be under 
his parents' noses. Actually, he had to get it away from their noses by 
quite a bit since the diaper smelled so much. We asked Jimmy what he 
did with his soiled diapers. He started laughing and said, "I stick 
them in Mr. Asshole's garbage."
	"You mean, your neighbor?" I asked him. Of course this was what 
he meant. Jimmy told us where to locate his neighbor's garbage; it was 
at the side of the house.
	"We'll take care of it for you," I offered. With this, Tony took 
the soiled diaper and I followed behind him with the video camera. I 
narrated as we went out the door and out to the front yard wearing only 
our diapers.
	"Here we are disposing of Jimmy's shit-filled diaper," I said as 
we walked out to the front yard and then out to the sidewalk. It was 
rather chilly being out there on that October afternoon without any 
pants on, but we didn't plan to be outside for very long anyway. We 
located the garbage containers and walked over to them. Tony opened up 
the diaper and showed the contents of it to the video camera. He spoke 
quietly so that the jerk-prick inside the house wouldn't hear us.
	"And here we go as we get rid of Jimmy's shitty diaper," Tony 
explained. He then lifted the lid and said, "we're putting it in Mr. 
Asshole's trash!" With this, he re-rolled the diaper and stuffed it 
into the garbage.
	"Now let's get the hell out of here," Tony said after he shut the 
lid. As we were walking back over to Jimmy's house we saw two teenage 
girls standing across the street, their rear ends facing us. I zoomed 
in on them with the video camera.
	"Here are two girls. As you can see, they don't wear diapers like 
we boys do. Even though they have pants on--"
	"Unlike us diaper boys," Tony interrupted briefly. I then resumed 
my narration.
	"You can see that they aren't wearing diapers since their pants 
are so tight that they fit with the contours of their butts. I betcha 
they aren't even wearing any underwear!"
	Apparently my voice carried. The two girls turned around and saw 
us standing there across from them, wearing diapers and holding a video 
camera.
	"Hey!" the girl said as she pointed. "What are you doing with 
that camera?!"
	"Uhh, I'm making a documentary," I said, not really sure of what 
else to say.
	"Look, Valerie, they got DIAPERS on!" the other girl said. I 
still had the camera run.
	"Gee, must be because they're so IMMATURE!" the first girl, 
Valerie, said. "You know, Halloween's not until the thirty-first!"
	"We know! We're not trick-or-treating!" I shouted back.
	"So what are you wearing diapers for?" Valerie asked.
	"To piss and shit in!" I answered honestly.
	"Oh my God!" the second girl, whose name was undetermined, 
started laughing. Valerie seemed to be more offended by our presence.
	"So what's your documentary about?" the second girl asked.
	"It's about the how boys wear diapers and girls don't!" I 
shouted.
	"I can assure you two boys that we aren't wearing any diapers!" 
Valerie said.
	"We didn't think you were!" I said. "Like I said, it's about how 
us BOYS wear diapers and how you GIRLS don't!"
	"Let's go, Candice, these twerps are freaking me out," we heard 
Valerie say to her friend, now determined to be Candice.
	"No, I wanna see if they have any more questions. I want to help 
them with their *documentary!*" Candice said as she started walking 
towards us. We decided what the hell; let's have some fun with this!
	"Whatever," Valerie responded. "I'll be at my house."
	Candice then approached us and asked us why we wear diapers. Just 
as I was about to give her my prepared, almost "canned" response to 
this oft-asked question, I suggested that she interview us on the video 
and ask questions. I showed her how to operate the camera.
	"Okay guys," she said. She then started laughing. "Oh my God, I 
can't believe I'm *doing* this! So, uhh, you boys, uhh, what are your 
names?"
	"I'm Chris."
	"And I'm Tony."
	"So, Chris, uhh, why do you (laughter) wear diapers?"
	I proceeded to answer this question, citing toilet training 
difficulties and an apparent predilection towards having a diaper 
fetish that was already in place long before I reached puberty.
	"Who changes your diapers?" the girl asked us.
	"My sisters, usually just the younger one, her name is Cindy," I 
replied. She asked me how my sisters felt about having to change my 
diapers, so of course I answered these questions. She asked Tony the 
same questions, to which he replied that his sister changed his 
diapers, too.
	"So, aren't you guys like, cold out here wearing nothing but 
diapers?"
	"We're used to it," I said. "Besides, these thick diapers keep me 
pretty warm."
	"I noticed that your diapers are quite BIG!" Candice said. I 
posed in several angles and explained the Thickies diapers and how I 
will be featured in some upcoming ads for the diapers. This impressed 
the tall, slender blonde girl.
	"Okay, let's ask you some questions," I said to the girl. She was 
giggling, but was happy to go along with what was in fact becoming sort 
of an impromptu documentary, as it was turning out.
	"So, do you remember when you were potty trained?"
	"I don't know, two, probably," she responded. "I remember using 
the toilet when I was three, so yeah, I was two."
	"Good," I said. "Do you remember any time you wore diapers?" I 
asked Candice.
	"No," she said, laughing afterwards.
	"Do you have any brothers?" I asked her.
	"I have one," she said. "He's eleven."
	"What was his toilet training like?"
	"I don't know. I wasn't there most of the time. My mom complained 
about it a lot, though."
	"Great!" Tony said.
	"What's so great about that?" Candice asked.
	"Great that your mom complained about your brother's toilet 
training."
	"It means he's on par with most boys," I added.
	"How old was he before he was out of diapers?" Tony asked.
	"Or does he still wear them?" I added, being optimistic.
	"He was still in diapers when he was three, but I think he was 
using the potty after that."
	"Does he wet the bed?" Tony asked.
	"No, but he wet his pants at a funeral once," she said. "And then 
he pooped his pants on his seventh birthday."
	"Then I'd say he needs to be in diapers," I commented. The girl 
started laughing. She then said, "look, I gotta go, it's been fun 
talking to you boys!"
	"Okay, thanks for your time!" I told her. As she walked off I 
zoomed in the seat of her white jeans, focusing on the panty lines that 
showed through."
	"And as you can see, her panty lines are showing, so now we know 
that she's like most other girls and doesn't wear diapers," I narrated.
	"Okay, well, this wraps up our documentary for now, so, uh, I 
hope you enjoyed watching it," Tony concluded.
	When we got back to Jimmy's house we told him what had happened.
	"I was wondering where you guys were," Jimmy said. "I was afraid 
that the prick caught you guys."
	Before we went out to the back yard to "play baseball" (which 
wasn't so much our intent as was our intent to re-enact yesterday's 
incident) we watched the "documentary" video that we had just made. I 
asked Jimmy if he'd make me a copy of his video if I brought a blank 
tape to school with me tomorrow. Jimmy, of course, agreed to do this. 
After this was done, Jimmy, Tony and I each put our pants on and then 
went out to the back yard.