    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 111
    ----------------------------

    	Mom was already home by the time I got back from Derek's house.
    She had stopped at the supermarket after work.
    	"How was your first day of seventh grade?" Mom asked me as I
    helped her put away the groceries.
    	"It was okay," I said.
    	"Just okay?" Mom said, detecting that I was uncomfortable about
    something.
    	"Do you like all your classes and your teachers?" came Mom's next
    question.
    	"Most of them are all right," I said. "All except for Mr. Brown,
    my P.E. teacher. He's a real jerk."
    	"Why, what did he do to you?" Mom asked me.
    	"He was just pushing around all of us smaller kids and the ones
    who wear diapers. Oh, and he likes to be called 'coach.'" I mocked Mr.
    Brown with a sarcastic gesture with my mouth as I mentioned this.
    	"Well, dear, that's his title, just like you'd call Dr. Johnston
    'Doctor' and not just Mr. Johnston."
    	"I know, but he's really anal about it," I said. Mom gave me a
    slightly disapproving look for my mildly vulgar reference. "I don't
    think I'm going to like that class."
    	"Well, just do what he asks you to do and try your best," Mom
    advised me with a comforting, encouraging tone.
    	"Did any of the kids tease you about your diapers?" Mom asked me,
    thinking that maybe I needed to see the counselor for this.
    	"Oh yeah, and I expected it, but I just dished it back to them,
    let them know that they can say whatever they want about me wearing
    diapers," I said contentedly. "What have I got to lose at this point?"
    	"Not much, I guess," Mom said. "At least you have some friends
    who wear diapers with you. But still, I know there are some things on
    your mind that you probably want to talk to him about."
    	I think she knew that I had ambiguous sexual feelings towards
    boys as well as girls and she wanted me to be settled with this issue
    early on.
    	"Did you meet any other boys who wear diapers?" Mom asked me.
    	"Yeah, there's about eight of us in P.E., including Tony, who all
    wear diapers. I think there's this one other kid who wears diapers,
    too, but I'm not sure. I saw him coming out of the bathroom, so maybe
    he changes in there or something. All I know was that his pants really
    bulged out in the butt like a diaper."
    	Mom just went about her work as I told her about the other boys
    that I met in P.E. class.
    	"I assume you're going to want to get all these boys into your
    little diaper club," Mom said.
    	"Of course," I said. "And if I do, it won't be such a little
    diaper club anymore," I said.
    	"Well, I don't know what we'll do about having your meetings when
    it gets to that point," Mom said. "I know you can't all be outside when
    it gets cold if you all show up according to 'dress code.' But I don't
    know what I'll do about having a houseful of boys all wearing diapers."
    	"We'll meet out in the garage when it gets colder," I said. "All
    you'll have to do is back the car out into the driveway."
    	"I guess it'll be better than having you all stink up the house,"
    Mom said. "Just having you, Tony and Bryce here at the same time makes
    it bad enough."
    	"At least none of us will be using the bathroom," I said with a
    smile.
    	"That's a relief," Mom said. She then changed the subject.
    	"You have any homework?"
    	"I did most of it already," I said.
    	"Most of it," Mom said. "So what do you still have left to do?"
    	"Just a paper I have to write for English," I said. "It's not due
    until Friday. I have to write about my summer vacation."
    	"I'm sure your teacher will enjoy reading about all your diaper
    adventures over the summer," Mom said. "I honestly don't know what else
    you'd be able to write about."
    	I smiled as I agreed with Mom's statement.
    	"Just keep it clean, as clean you can," Mom told me.
    	"I know," I replied.
    	At this moment Cindy came into the kitchen.
    	"Luke called while you were gone," she said.
    	"What did he say?" I asked her.
    	"I don't know," Cindy answered.
    	"You didn't take a message?"
    	"No, I'm not your secretary, Chris," Cindy said. "Just be glad I
    told you that he even called."
    	"All you had to do was take a short message," I said.
    	"He said he'd call back, all right?" Cindy replied.
    	"Okay, but I'd still like to know what he called about. Forget
    it, I'll just call him back anyway."
    	Cindy didn't say any more at this point. Instead she started
    helping Mom with preparing dinner. We were going to have spaghetti
    tonight, my favorite. I got up and looked for the cordless phone. While
    looking for it I remembered to ask Cindy about Todd Bivens, the kid who
    apparently instigated Mr. Brown's hatred for diaper boys.
    	"Hey Cindy, do you know a Todd Bivens?" I asked her while I
    grabbed a piece of uncooked spaghetti from the bag of noodles and
    nibbled on it.
    	"Uh yeah, why?" she asked me.
    	"Someone at school told me that he's the reason that Mr. Brown is
    just a jerk to all the boys who wear diapers."
    	"Oh really?" Cindy said, not that she was really interested, but
    she asked me about it anyway as I must have piqued her curiosity. I
    told her what his sister Angela told me in art class.
    	"That doesn't surprise me," Cindy said. I asked her if she knew
    him very well.
    	"Why, you want to get to know him? He's a football player, and I
    know you don't get along with them sports-type kids."
    	"I was just wondering what you had heard about him," I said. "Do
    kids tease him about wearing diapers?"
    	"I really don't know, Chris, I really don't know him all that
    well. Now scram unless you want to help make dinner."
    	"Nah, I'm going to call Luke," I said. "You seen the cordless
    phone?"
    	"Yeah, I stuck it up your butt while you weren't looking," Cindy
    replied facetiously while she repeatedly pushed her fist into the
    middle of my diapered behind.
    	"Cindy, please," Mom scolded her mildly.
    	"I don't know how you would have penetrated all these diapers to
    do that," I said to Cindy as I turned my butt to her and bent over.
    	"I just knew that's what you'd say back to me, Chris," Cindy
    said. "That's why I said it, to test your reaction."
    	"So where is the phone?" I asked. "I've looked all over."
    	It's in my room," Cindy replied.
    	"Thanks," I said as I started down the hallway. Cindy then came
    running up behind me and grabbed onto the waist of my thick diapers to
    hold me back.
    	"Hold on there, diaper butt! I'll get it!" she said. "I don't
    want you in my room!"
    	"What, you got something in there you don't want me to see?" I
    said.
    	"Maybe," she said. "That's none of your business. Not only that,
    my room doesn't smell of poopy diapers and I want it to stay that way,
    too."
    	Cindy then gave me the cordless phone by going behind me and
    pulling back my plastic pants and then dropping the phone down in
    between my plastic pants and my diapers. She pushed it down a ways, as
    far as it would go.
    	"Hey!" I exclaimed.
    	"There you go," Cindy said while giggling. She watched with
    amusement as I reached behind me to feel for the phone. She retracted
    the antenna so that I couldn't reach for it to get it out of my
    diapers. I pulled my plastic pants down so that the phone would fall to
    the floor. I then pulled my plastic pants up and bent down again to
    pick the phone up while Cindy stood there laughing, enjoying the
    results of her antics.
    	"Just remember where this phone has been next time you use it," I
    said as Cindy returned to the kitchen. I then went into my bedroom and
    called Luke.
    	"Hi Chris," he said. "I just wanted to make sure you were still
    going with us tonight."
    	"Yeah, sure," I said. "I got all my homework done, but I haven't
    had dinner yet. We'll be eating as soon as my Dad gets home at around
    6:00."
    	"Don't worry about that," he said. "We won't have dinner until
    7:00, and then after that we'll leave."
    	"That's good," I thought to myself. I didn't want to miss out on
    having spaghetti tonight.
    	"Is Tony coming with us?" I asked.
    	"Oh yeah, I already talked to him."
    	"Cool, see you then," I said.
    	Lisa came home from Betty's house later on, and Dad came home at
    about his usual time, grumbling about the traffic as was expected. In
    spite of suggestions that he try carpooling, Dad liked his
    independence. At least he was in a good enough mood to ask us all about
    our first days at school.
    	"Fine," Lisa said as she was about to bite into a piece of garlic
    bread. She summarized her classes and her teachers and concluded by
    saying "I like not having to ride the bus anymore."
    	"Same here," Cindy said. "Chris still has to ride the bus, ha
    ha."
    	I ignored her comment on this. She continued to tell the family
    about her first day and what her classes were like. She seemed to talk
    about all the "cute boys" more than her classes. This was expected from
    a 14-year-old girl.
    	"How was your first day, Chris?" Dad asked me while I was busy
    holding my fork high enough above my face to guide the long strands of
    spaghetti into my mouth.
    	"Chris, mind your manners, please," Mom corrected me. "Wrap your
    spaghetti around your fork, like this," she said as she demonstrated.
    	"Sorry, I said sheepishly as I followed Mom's request.
    	"It was okay, mostly," I answered Dad's question. "I hate my P.E.
    teacher, though." This gave me another chance to speak out on my
    feelings about Mr. Brown.
    	"He's stuck with the class with all the diaper boys in it and he
    doesn't like diaper boys," I said after venting my other complaints
    about him. "He only likes the jocks," I said.
    	"Just hang in there, boy," Dad said, trying to be helpful and
    supportive.
    	"Easier said than done," I said as I continued eating my
    spaghetti, salad and garlic bread.
    	"Did you ever know any kids in P.E. who wore diapers?" I asked
    Dad.
    	"Oh, there was one kid, his name was Bobby," my dad said as he
    stared up at the ceiling. "Everyone made fun of him, he always smelled,
    none of the girls would talk to him, and his pants always stuck way
    out, since of course cloth diapers were all there was back then. I made
    fun of him, too. I'll admit. I must say that I regretted it later on,
    especially since now I have a son who wears diapers just like he did.
    In fact, I saw him at my twentieth class reunion a couple years back.
    It was just a couple months after you started wearing diapers again. I
    went up to him and told him I was sorry about all the things I said. I
    told him that my own son was in diapers now and he laughed."
    	This was one of those rare times when I had an engaging
    conversation with my Dad, especially being that we were at the dinner
    table, when Dad usually kept pretty quiet as he mulled over the day's
    trials and tribulations at work.
    	"What did he say then?" I asked Dad.
    	"Well, he pointed out his own son who was playing with some other
    boys, and he said, 'my son wears diapers, too.'"
    	"Really?" I said. "How old was he then?"
    	"About ten, maybe eleven at the time," my Dad replied. "He told
    me that he adopted his son and was a single father, saying that nobody
    wanted to marry a grown man who wore diapers."
    	"You might think about how your diaper-wearing is going to affect
    you later on in life, Chris," Lisa said. "You may wind up just like
    Bobby."
    	"So what if I do?" I said. "I don't want to get married, anyway."
    	"At twelve, no kid wants to get married," my Mom said. "You'll
    change your mind."
    	"Yeah, and Chris is going to Marry Megan!" Lisa said as she made
    a kissy-face at me.
    	"I think Chris is going to get married to Jennie next door
    instead," Cindy added while giggling. Lisa joined in the giggling.
    	"I am not!" I said. At least right now it didn't seem realistic
    to set my sights on marrying anyone I knew right now. I didn't even
    know if I was "straight" enough to be married.
    	"What else did you find out about his son?" I asked Dad. Dad
    hesitated for a moment, which I thought was odd.
    	"Not much, he just said that he had problems soiling his pants
    and his mother kept him in diapers for it. It's not a good story,
    Chris, and you'd be shocked about some of the awful things his parents
    did. Anyway, Bobby said he tried to toilet train his son but decided to
    stay in diapers anyway, which surprised me after all he went through
    before."
    	"Well, like we've always said, once a diaper boy, always a diaper
    boy," Lisa said as she reached for her third piece of garlic bread.
    	"I wish you could look Bobby up," I said to Dad.
    	"I know you do, but you already know plenty of diapered boys as
    it is," Dad replied.
    	"Yeah, in fact I met several of them in my P.E. class," I said.
    "Can you still look him up anyway?"
    	"He lives in Arizona now," my Dad said. "Doubt you'll ever meet
    him."
    	"What's his last name?" I asked Dad.
    	"I don't remember," Dad said.
    	"Where in Arizona does he live?"
    	"Phoenix, last he told me," my Dad said. "You plan on going to
    meet him or something?" my Dad asked me facetiously.
    	"I thought maybe I could look him up on the D.B.A. roster," I
    said. "I'll write to the Phoenix D.B.A. chapter and ask them if anyone
    in their group has a story like the one you told me."
    	Cindy just rolled her eyes and said, "oh brother. As in my
    brother Chris. You're obsessed with diapers."
    	"Nothing wrong with that," I said. With this I finished up the
    last of my second plate of spaghetti and then excused myself from the
    dinner table.
    	I went into my room and got out the roster listings for the
    D.B.A. chapters in several cities. I scanned through the fine print
    listing and located Phoenix. There were fifteen names listed there! I
    took the list to Dad, who by then was sitting in his recliner reading
    his magazine.
    	"Dad?" I said as I brought the list to him. "Do any of these
    names look familiar to you?"
    	Dad then took the list and scanned it over. I was hoping that one
    of the names would jog his memory.
    	"Hmmm, maybe McFerrin," my Dad said. "But I wouldn't put any
    money on it," my Dad said. "You're really determined to find out who
    this boy is, aren't you?"
    	"I think it would be neat to find him and tell him that our dads
    went to school together," I said.
    	"Thanks, Dad," I said as I returned to my bedroom. I looked at
    the list again. There was a Richard McFerrin on the list. His age was
    listed as 14, so it seemed reasonable enough to assume that this might
    be him. I couldn't get over thinking about the possibility that I may
    have tracked this boy down! Immediately I went out into the living room
    again and went to the computer to write a letter that I planned to send
    to the D.B.A.. chapter in Phoenix. I addressed my letter to Jeff
    Thielsen, the Director for the Phoenix D.B.A. chapter:

    Dear Jeff,

    Hello, my name is Chris Barrett and I am the Director for the Boise
    chapter of D.B.A. Tonight my Dad was telling me about a kid he knew in
    school who wore diapers and then how he met him at his class reunion.
    At the reunion he said that he had a son who wears diapers. My Dad told
    me that he lives in Phoenix now and my dad thinks that his last name
    might have been McFerrin. I saw the name Richard McFerrin on your
    roster list and I was wondering if this is the boy that my Dad's
    classmate was talking about. Do you know or can you ask Richard if his
    dad's name is Bobby? (he may go by Bob or Robert). I know this is a
    real long shot, but I think it would be really cool to find out that
    both of our dads went to school together. If you could write me back
    this would be great.

    In diapers always,

    Chris Barrett
    Director, Diaper Boys of America, Boise Chapter

    	I was so excited when I typed out my letter that the spell
    checker must have caught a dozen words that I typed wrong since I was
    so excited. My hands were trembling. I hit PRINT and the dot matrix
    printer shot out a hard copy of my letter. I stuck it in an envelope
    and addressed it and then gave it to Mom to send off tomorrow.
    	"Good luck, Chris," Mom said as she took the letter from me.
    	About this time Luke showed up. I was still in my thick diapers
    with nothing to cover them up with. There wasn't any time for me to get
    changed into a disposable diaper so that I could wear my pants. If I
    were to go to the mall in just my diapers it wouldn't be my first time
    being there in such indecent attire. I just didn't know how Luke's
    mother would react to my being dressed like this. I just felt lucky
    enough that his parents finally decided to give up the fight against
    his desires to wear diapers, especially as he had a younger brother who
    needed them and that he had gotten to wear diapers before. Cindy then
    invited Luke into the house.
    	"So, you're the latest to join Chris' clan of diaper boys?" Cindy
    asked him.
    	"I am now, officially speaking," Luke said with a smile on his
    face. Cindy then got behind him and lifted his shirt to check his butt
    to see if he had any diapers on.
    	"Not yet!" Cindy said.
    	"Huh?" Luke said.
    	"Where's the diapers?" Cindy asked him.
    	"I haven't gotten them yet," Luke said. "That's where we're goi--
    "
    	"I see that," Cindy said as she grabbed Luke's underwear and gave
    him a wedgie, cutting him off before he could finish his sentence. She
    tore the waistband in the process.
    	"Hey!" Luke said to Cindy. "What was that for?"
    	"I miss giving Chris wedgies," Cindy said. "You can't give your
    brother a wedgie when he's in thick diapers all the time, you know.
    Besides, I figured that I should have the honors of giving you what
    will probably be your very last wedgie ever."
    	"My underwear is ripped!" Luke said.
    	"So? What do you care?" Cindy said to him. "You're not going to
    be wearing it anymore, anyway."
    	Luke then came over to me as I was sitting at the computer going
    over my diary entries from the summer, seeing what material I could use
    for my essay on my summer vacation. I was sitting there with my legs
    spread widely apart with my thick diapers protruding out from my
    crotch. The sight of my diapers instantly caused a tent to form in
    Luke's shorts.
    	"I can't wait!" Luke said as he looked my diapers. He was jumping
    up and down.
    	"I just hope your parents don't back down on you this time," I
    said.
    	"I doubt they will," Luke said. "They know that I can't change
    now and will just keep fighting with them otherwise."
    	"Are you going to wear anything over those diapers?" Luke asked
    me.
    	"I dunno, should I?" I asked him.
    	"We're going to the mall, you know," Luke said.
    	"So? I've been there before in just my diapers," I said. "How do
    you think your mom will react if I came out dressed like I am?"
    	"She'd probably make you wait in the car," Luke said.
    	"Maybe I'd better try to find something to wear over them, huh?"
    I said.
    	"I'll be waiting out in the car with my Mom," Luke said. "Try to
    hurry."
    	I ran back to Lisa's and Cindy's bedroom and knocked on the door.
    I was hoping that Lisa would have a pair of cutoffs handy for me to
    wear.
    	"Go away!" Lisa shouted, knowing that it was me. "I'm studying!"
    	"I just need to borrow some shorts!" I yelled through the door.
    	"Sorry, don't have any," Lisa said.
    	"Luke's Mom's waiting for me," I said. "We're going to Kidz
    Klothez to get Luke some diapers!"
    	"You should have planned for this then," Lisa said. "Cindy should
    have put you in a disposable."
    	"I asked her to put one on me, but--"
    	Lisa then opened the door and tossed me her shirt from her junior
    high gym class.
    	"Here, wear this, it'll come down over your diapers," Lisa said.
    She then closed her door right away. I figured this was as good as it
    was going to get as far as covering up my diapers was concerned.
    Standing in the hallway I took off the shirt I was already wearing and
    replaced it with the big shirt that Lisa had let me use. It was big and
    baggy, being that the shirt had accommodate Lisa's large mammary
    mountains. It came down just enough to cover my diapers in the front. I
    went into my bedroom and examined my butt. Even without the obvious
    bulge I could still see a relatively small portion of my diapers
    exposed below the shirttail. Oh well, not much I could do about it now.
    I quickly put my socks and shoes on and then headed out to get in the
    car with Luke.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 112
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    	The car that Luke's mother was driving was actually a Chevy
    Suburban. Nathan was sitting in the front seat with Luke's mother and I
    joined Luke in the back. Since it was getting to be dusk I didn't think
    Luke's mother even noticed that I didn't have anything on over my
    diapers, although Nathan was quick to see that this was how I was
    dressed.
    	"Hi Chris!" Nathan said to me as he sat up and looked over the
    seat.
    	"Wow, you got big diapers on!" Nathan said as he could see me
    sitting there with thick diapers bulging out from between my spread
    legs.
    	"Is that all you could find to wear?" Luke asked me quietly.
    	"It's all Lisa had, I think," I said. God, I was nervous now. I
    don't think Luke's mother was paying attention. I felt that I should
    probably at least say something to her.
    	"Hi, Mrs. Chandler," I greeted her formally.
    	"Hello Chris," Luke's mother said back to me.
    	I wasn't sure what to say to her. I really didn't know her all
    that well, and last time we met we weren't on the best of terms. There
    was a lot of ice to be broken, and it wasn't easy to break ice sitting
    in the back seat with only diapers and a shirt on. The silence was
    maddening.
    	"So which way to Tony's house?" she asked me. I gave her
    directions. She then opened up a little.
    	"So you met Nathan at camp, right?" she said to me.
    	"Yeah, he was in our cabin," I said as my voice cracked from
    nervousness.
    	"I never knew that there were so many boys like you, and like
    Luke, who really want to wear diapers so bad," his mother said. "I hate
    to admit that I was wrong to let Luke wear diapers, then try to make
    him stop. I should have realized how much this meant to him."
    	"That you should have," I said to myself. I just nodded in
    agreement while Luke looked on.
    	"So, did you invite me along because...?" I asked Luke's mother.
    	"Luke wanted you to come with him," his mother said. "And this
    other boy Tony, too."
    	"Okay, so, are we allowed to come over and see Luke and stuff?" I
    asked.
    	"Sure. Actually, Chris, I think he's better off being friends
    with other boys like you who wear diapers," she said. "At least I have
    a good feeling that you boys can't get into too much trouble being in
    diapers all the time."
    	"That's true," I said.
    	"I hope I can make you feel welcome after what Luke has probably
    told you about how we handled him wanting to wear diapers," his mother
    said, also struggling to break the ice.
    	"It's okay," I assured her. "I'm just glad that you and Luke's
    dad came to understand that Luke should be allowed to wear diapers if
    he wants," I said.
    	"We decided, well, who's he hurting, really? It's not like he's
    out doing things that other kids your age sometimes do."
    	I still wasn't sure what Luke's Mom thought about me sitting
    there in the back seat not having anything to wear over my diapers.
    	"So uhh, Mrs. Chandler?" I asked her.
    	"Yes?" she said.
    	"I hope you don't mind that this is all I have on," I said. She
    glanced back at me and saw me sitting there with big, billowing white
    diapers that stood out well in the dim twilight.
    	"I wouldn't let Luke or Nathan go into a store, much less the
    mall, dressed like you are, but I'm okay with it, really," she assured
    me. "I'm already used to seeing Nathan in his diapers, and I might as
    well get used to seeing Luke in diapers, too."
    	I felt relieved to know that at least Luke's mother didn't mind
    that I wasn't fully dressed, even though I was fully dressed as far as
    I was concerned, and that wearing pants was superfluous to me. We got
    to Tony's house and Luke and I got out together and went up to ring the
    doorbell.
    	Tony came to the door, wearing shorts over his diaper.
    	"You going in just your diapers again?" Tony asked me. "Where did
    you get the big shirt?"
    	"Lisa let me borrow it," I said. "It's all she said she had for
    me to wear over my diapers."
    	"Your butt really sticks out," Tony said. "I can still see a good
    two inches of your butt and crotch showing."
    	"You would look, wouldn't you?" I said to Tony, just to kid with
    him.
    	"Of course!" Tony said with a smile as he lifted my shirt to get
    a full glimpse of my padded pooper, which had performed its function
    since I had gotten diapered after school.
    	The three of us-- Tony, Luke and I-- all sat in the back seat of
    the Suburban and enjoyed the ride to the mall. Being that it was the
    night after the first say of school, it was quite busy in the mall.
    Luke and Nathan couldn't believe that I was going to walk into the mall
    with my diapers being as exposed as they were.
    	Luke's mother led us into the mall, where dozens of people were
    coming and going. Several people, kids and adults like, boys and girls,
    were staring at me as they passed by, taking a look behind them to
    confirm what they think they saw when they saw me approaching. The real
    fun began when I got on the escalator. I was the last to get on in the
    group. Behind me was a group of teenage girls who could clearly see my
    diapered butt as they rode up the escalator with me.
    	One of the girls grabbed my shirttail and lifted it up so that
    she and her friends could see more of my diapers.
    	"Excuse me," she asked. "But what are you wearing diapers for?"
    	At that moment I had another bowel movement ready to come out of
    my butt and into my thick diapers. It came out with a lot of wet
    farting.
    	"That's why," I said, knowing that the girls could hear me
    pooping into my diapers.
    	"Oh my God! He crapped in his diapers!" the girl loudly
    exclaimed. People who had boarded the escalator behind us looked
    upwards and people going down the other side also gawked when they
    heard the girl announce that I had pooped my diapers. By this time we
    had reached the top of the escalator.
    	"Get some pants on!" someone shouted.
    	"Do plastic pants count?" I shouted back, wanting to lift my
    shirt, but the person wasn't looking anyway. We walked through the
    mall, which was full of people scrambling to buy new clothes that they
    should have bought before school started.
    	We then went into Kidz Klothez. The store was especially crowded
    being a store for, well, kids' clothes. Lots of kids were getting new
    shoes, new pants, new shirts, etc. All Luke cared about right now was
    getting new diapers.
    	We made it to the service counter at the back of the store where
    the activity was lower and things were quieter. A different lady was
    working at the counter than Mary. She looked like she was in her mid
    twenties. When we went up the counter I asked where Mary was.
    	"She's gone home for the night," the young gal said. Her nametag
    read Carmen. "Is there something I can help you with?"
    	"Yes," Tony's mother said. "I need to buy some diapers for my son
    Luke," she said.
    	"Cloth or disposable?" Carmen asked as routinely as a supermarket
    checker would ask, "paper or plastic?" She didn't bat an eye as she was
    also likely used to parents coming in to buy diapers for their older
    kids, presumably boys.
    	"Cloth," Luke's mother specified. "I will need some disposables,
    too," she added.
    	"Okay, does your son need to be fitted for his diapers?" Carmen
    asked.
    	Luke was shaking his head, probably because he just wanted his
    Mom to buy the diapers so they could get home and he could get them on.
    	"Yes, let's go ahead and measure him," Luke's mother said.
    	Luke lowered his shoulders and sighed.
    	"You do you want diapers, don't you?" his mother asked him.
    	"Of course I do," Luke said in a low voice.
    	"And you want to make sure you have the right fit. too, I
    presume," his mother said. "No point wearing diapers that don't fit and
    leak on you."
    	"Yeah, true, although you can adjust them and pin them at
    wherever they'll go the tightest," Luke said.
    	"Yes, but I want to make sure that your diapers will really fit
    you before I buy them," Luke's mother said. She insisted on having him
    fitted for his diapers.
    	"But if the ones they try on me don't fit, they're not gonna use
    them on someone else, are they?" Luke asked. "How do I know the ones
    that I am gonna wear weren't worn by someone else?"
    	"We don't actually diaper you, not until we determine the right
    fit, anyway," Carmen said. "We just take measurements and then select
    the diapers that are the best fit from here."
    	At this point Carmen paged another associate to cover the service
    counter for her while she measured Luke. She called for Cathy.
    	"Sure, uhh, I'll be right back there," came the voice of another
    young-sounding female worker over the speakerphone. She sounded
    hesitant.
    	A moment later the other girl had come to the counter. She must
    have been sixteen, maybe seventeen, probably a high school student
    working part-time nights. She looked at the three of us boys sitting
    there. I could see her eyes bulge as she caught a glimpse of the thick,
    white diapers bulging out from between my legs.
    	"I don't really know everything back here," Cathy, the younger
    girl said nervously as she stretched her hands out at her sides.
    	"Most people either pick up or place special orders," Carmen
    said. "And you know how to do that in your department, Cathy."
    	"What if something weird or unusual comes up?" Cathy asked.
    	"Then page Ron."
    	I could tell from the look on Cathy's face that Ron, whoever he
    was, was not the first person she wanted to call on.
    	"Okay," Cathy said nervously as a sheepish look came across her
    face.
    	"I'll be just a couple minutes," Carmen assured her while gently
    patting Cathy on the shoulder a couple times.
    	With this, Luke was taken into a private room. He seemed
    apprehensive and embarrassed, not expecting any of this. I could see
    that he had a boner in his shorts. Most likely it was the combined
    result of nervousness and that he would have to strip himself naked
    before a twenty-something gal.
    	Nathan, Tony and I all sat next to each other with Luke's mother
    down at the other end, reading a parenting magazine she had brought
    with her. During this time Nathan told us more about what had happened
    when his parents decided to give in and let him wear diapers. We looked
    at the product literature for Thickies and other brands of diapers that
    were offered. The poster that showed me modeling Thickies diaper was
    still up.
    	Cathy was looking down but she didn't appear to be doing any real
    work. She tapped a couple random keys on the computer, as if to be
    looking something up. I think she was doing this so that we would think
    she was busy, when in fact she was preoccupied by the fact that I was
    sitting there conspicuously diapered. Every now and then I caught her
    sneaking a glance at me. Just to make sure she got her money's worth I
    saw back and spread my legs farther apart. I also lifted my shirt so
    that more of my diapers would be showing.
    	Cathy continued to feign her being occupied with other work as
    she kept looking at me every now and then. A moment later I saw her
    look up at the poster, then at me, then back to the poster, then back
    at me again, doing a double-take upon realizing that I was the boy in
    the poster.
    	"Hey!" Cathy exclaimed as she looked at me. "Is that you?" she
    asked, pointing to the poster showing me modeling Thickies diapers.
    	"Yep, sure is!" I said proudly. "I got to model for Thickies
    diapers last summer."
    	"So did I!" Tony spoke up.
    	"Looks like you're still modeling them," Cathy said as her eyes
    were solidly focused on my diapered crotch.
    	"Let's just say that I'm a walking advertisement for Thickies
    diapers," I said with a smile. "I should probably wear my Thickies
    shirts in public more, huh?"
    	"Oh-kayyy," Cathy said apprehensively as she went back to her
    pretend work. She then looked at Luke's mother.
    	"You're the one being helped by Carmen, right?" the gal asked.
    	"Yes, she's fitting my son for some diapers," Luke's mother told
    Cathy.
    	A moment later a mother came into the department with her son. He
    was about seven or eight years old. The boy looked to be very nervous,
    looking around. I examined his pants as did Tony and Luke. There was a
    hint of a bulge, but not enough to determine if he was diapered or not.
    	I looked at Tony, then at Luke.
    	"Ahhh, I dunno," I said as I tilted my hand back and forth to
    indicate my hedging on whether or not the boy had diapers on.
    	"I don't think he's (whisper)diapered,(/whisper)" Nathan said.
    	"I think he is," Tony said with a smile."
    	The boy kept his butt turned towards me, allowing me to examine
    it more closely. There weren't any creases that led into his butt crack
    and his seat appeared to be solid. If only his shirt didn't come down
    so far could I tell with more certainty.
    	"I think he is, too," I said quietly.
    	"Do we have to do this?" the boy whined to his mother, who was
    not quite up to the counter yet.
    	"Yes. Josh, now stop making a fuss!" his mother insisted.
    	The boy continued to look around nervously. He then looked at me,
    seeing that I had revealed my diapers in their entirety by pulling my
    shirt up so high. I let him get a good, long look at my super thick
    diapers.
    	"Hey Mom!" the boy said. "I don't feel so bad now!"
    	"That's good, Josh," his mother said as she realized he was
    pointing.
    	"Can I help you, ma'am?" Cathy asked.
    	"Just a sec," the boy's mother said. "Josh, you know it's rude to
    point! Now come on!" she scolded.
    	"It's okay, ma'am," I said to the lady. She looked at me, and
    upon realizing that I was sitting there so conspicuously diapered she
    gasped. I could have knocked her over with a feather.
    	"Ma'am, is there something I can help you with?" Cathy asked
    again, getting the boy's mother's attention.
    	"Oh yes, sorry," the lady apologized. "My son is really wetting
    heavy at night," she started.
    	"Mo-om!" the boy interrupted her with his whine.
    	"Josh, I have to tell her that," his mother said sharply.
    "Besides, they hear stories like this all the time. It's no different
    than what the doctor and the nurse know about you, okay?"
    	"Anyway, as I was saying," the mother continued. "My son needs
    something that will protect him better at night and I wanted to ask you
    if you could make some recommendations."
    	Cathy had a blank look on her face. She stumbled for a moment as
    she tried to prepare an answer. Finally, she said, "I'm sorry, ma'am,
    but I don't usually work back here and this isn't my department."
    	"Well, doesn't *somebody* know something about the diapers that
    you store sells?" the lady asked, sounding irritated.
    	"Yeah, there's Mary, but she's not here, and then there's Carmen,
    who is here, but she's busy right now," Cathy replied honestly. But
    nervously.
    	"Can't *you* help me?" the lady demanded. "Can't you tell me what
    a good diaper would be for my boy?!"
    	"Don't call them that!" Josh whined to his mother.
    	"Quiet, Josh!" she snapped. Josh looked over at me. I smiled at
    him and winked. I wished I could have gone up to him to make him feel
    better.
    	Meanwhile, Cathy took a step back from the counter and waved her
    hands and sighed.
    	"Uhhh, look, well, you see, I don't wear diapers," she explained
    nervously. "I was potty trained when I was two."
    	"Very funny," the lady snapped.
    	"Sorry," Cathy apologized. "I really can't tell you which diapers
    work best. I don't handle any diapers in my department."
    	The lady looked at her watch.
    	"How long is *Carmen* going to be?" the lady huffed with a
    derisive accent on the name.
    	"She should be out any minute," Cathy said as she looked behind
    her.
    	"I don't have time for this!" the lady complained as she looked
    at her watch again, after a whole ten seconds had elapsed. "I usually
    get better service here than this!"
    	"Just a moment," Cathy said, having become exasperated by this
    bitch's constant complaints. She then picked up the phone and called
    out a page.
    	"Ron, dial two-one-six, please. Ron, dial two-one-six, thank
    you," her voice squawked over the intercom.
    	"What's *Ron* gonna do for me?" the lady asked, again putting a
    mocking tone into the name. I was beginning to really hate this woman
    now. "He probably can't help me any more than you can!"
    	"Lady, I'm sorry, but you'll just have to wait until Carmen's
    done," Cathy said as she heaved a heavy sigh.
    	"I hope Ron's the manager!" the lady shouted. The poor girl
    looked like she was about to burst into tears. I decided that perhaps I
    could be of some help here. I got up and went to the counter.
    	"Ma'am, I can tell you about the diapers here," I told her.
    	"Really?" she said. "Do you work here?" she asked me
    sarcastically.
    	"Sort of," I said. "I help sell Thickies diapers," I said,
    pointing to the poster that bore my likeness.
    	"Oh, I see," she said, though she wasn't impressed that I was the
    boy in the poster. "I suppose you want me to buy some Thickies diapers
    so you can earn a royalty."
    	"Well, to be honest, I must say that you can't go wrong with
    Thickies, no matter how heavy a wetter your son is," I said. "I'm a
    heavy wetter myself."
    	"From the looks of those huge diapers, I'd say you are," the lady
    said. She sounded like she was calming down some.
    	"Now, do you want to get him cloth or disposable diapers?" I
    asked her.
    	"Just disposables, I guess," the lady said. "I can't imagine Josh
    wearing that big of a diaper, and besides, I don't want to be doing
    laundry or having to handle pins," the lady said.
    	"Disposable diapers do have those advantages, you know," I said,
    trying to make the lady happy. I was hoping she would go for the cloth
    diapers, but I knew from common courtesy that the customer was
    supposedly always right, although Lisa told me that this was the
    biggest crock of shit she had ever heard. Having heard her horror
    stories from working at the pizza place I had to say she was right.
    With this I let the lady settle on disposables in spite of my biased
    wishes to recommend cloth otherwise. The lady asked me to be fair and
    tell her which brands of diapers work best in addition to the Thickies.
    Tony got up and offered his input on this, being a seasoned disposables
    wearer.
    	In the meantime the phone had beeped and a male voice came over
    the speaker.
    	"Yes, what do you need?" the impatient voice rang.
    	"Oh, never mind, Ron, I think I've got it handled now, thanks,"
    Cathy said with a hint of relief in her voice. She then looked at me
    and said, "thanks for your help, guys."
    	"No problem, be glad to help," I said. "The name's Chris, by the
    way."
    	"And I'm Tony," he added.
    	I knew that the store had a binder that showed all the brands of
    cloth and disposable diapers that they sell in it. I pointed it out to
    Cathy, seeing that it was on a shelf behind the counter, and she handed
    it to me. Tony went through it for the lady and told her of his
    experiences with some of the various brands.
    	"Stay away from these," Tony said, pointing to a brand he wore to
    a sleepover when we were ten. It was the first time my bed had been wet
    since I was six during the "dark ages" of my life when I wasn't wearing
    diapers. I remember asking Mom at that age if I could wear diapers
    after this incident, but of course she said no.
    	Meanwhile, Carmen had finally come out of the private room where
    she had been measuring Luke for his diapers. She saw Cathy was helping
    the lady.
    	"I heard you page Ron," Carmen said to Cathy.
    	"I did, but I didn't need him, thank God," Cathy replied.
    	You doing okay, Cathy?" Carmen asked her.
    	"I am now, thanks to these fine young boys," she said, pointing
    to Tony and me. "They seem to know a lot more about this diaper stuff
    than I do."
    	"From what the blonde one is wearing, I can see that he'd be
    quite the expert on diapers," Carmen said.
    	"He must be, he's on that poster over there," Cathy pointed out.
    Carmen then looked at me and then at the poster, making a comparison.
    	"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That's why you looked so familiar!"
    Carmen stated. I just smiled.
    	"Want my autograph?" I offered. Carmen just smiled at me.
    	At this point she called Luke's mother up to the counter and
    quoted her some prices for different brands of diapers in both cloth
    and disposables. Luke's mother then placed an order for six Thickies
    cloth diapers, three pairs of plastic pants, and three two-dozen packs
    of disposable Thickies diapers.
    	"Oh, and could you go ahead and diaper Luke in the cloth
    diapers?" Luke's mother asked.
    	"Sure," Carmen said.
    	Double diaper him," she added with emphasis.
    	"Cathy, I'm going to be a few minutes more, okay?" Carmen said to
    her coworker.
    	"I'm fine as these boys stick around," she said.
    	"They're with me," Luke's mother said. "They won't be going
    anywhere until my son is diapered," she said.
    	At this point the other lady had selected a brand of disposable
    diapers for her son Josh. She didn't pick Thickies diapers because of
    the cost, but she still picked a good brand. Cathy brought them out
    from the back and rang them up on the register. In the meantime Josh
    had asked me why I had on such huge diapers.
    	"I like them that way," I said to him.
    	"You like your diapers to be big like that?" he said.
    	"Yep," I replied.
    	"Is that why you're not wearing any pants?"
    	"Sure is," I said.
    	"You like wearing diapers?" he asked me.
    	"Diapers are my life," I said. At this point I got up and went to
    the counter to grab a D.B.A. diaper club flyer to give to Josh.
    	"Here's the diaper club that I run," I said as I handed him the
    flyer.
    	"Diaper club?" Josh asked curiously.
    	"Yeah, there's a whole group of us boys who all love to wear
    diapers," I said.
    	At this point Josh was told to help carry out two of the four
    large packages of diapers that his mother had just bought.
    	"I can't carry these through the mall!" he said.
    	"You can and you will," his mother said. Without any argument
    Josh did as he was told and followed his mother while they both carried
    the bulky, unwieldy packages.
    	"I wish I could do something for you boys," Cathy said to us. "I
    really appreciated your help. That lady was, oh, I won't say it."
    	"It's okay," I said.
    	"Maybe I can ask Carmen to give you a gift certificate or a
    coupon or something," Cathy said.
    	In a few minutes Luke came out of the little room with a brand
    new double set of Thickies diapers tightly and amply pinned onto him,
    dwarfing his slender legs. His diaper ensemble was complete with a
    virgin-clean pair of plastic pants over them. Their newness glistened
    in the fluorescent light.
    	"How are the diapers?" Luke's mother asked him.
    	"I love them, thanks," Luke said with a big smile. "But can I
    wear something over them?"
    	"Nope, I figured that if you really want to wear diapers you'll
    wear them any time, any place, mo matter who sees you, just like Chris
    does," she said.
    	"So I have to walk through the mall like this?" Luke said,
    pointing out the fact that his shirt wouldn't go down over his diapers.
    	"Relax, Luke, I'll walk right alongside you," I said.
    	Cathy then asked Carmen what she could do to compensate Tony and
    me for helping her to deal with a difficult customer.
    	"Let them pick out a T-shirt each from the summer clearance
    table," Carmen recommended. She then told us where the clearance table
    was up at the front of the store and let us each select a shirt.
    	Tony and I went through the store and got the attention of
    several shoppers as my diapered rear end stood out. Being the diaper
    exhibitionist that I am, when I saw a group of pre-teen girls looking
    at some Beauty and the Beast shirts I took the opportunity to bend over
    and tie my shoe, even though the laces weren't untied until I purposely
    untied them. As the three girls stared at my diapered butt I could hear
    them giggling and commenting on me being in diapers and wearing no
    pants as I took the time to re-tie my shoes. They giggled and stared at
    me when I got up and looked at them.
    	"What, you never seen a boy in diapers before?" I said.
    	"Not as old as you," one of them said.
    	"Now you have," I replied back.
    	"You're weird," another girl said. At this point they all left.
    While we were going through the shirts we saw Cathy back at her
    station, which was the young girls department. No wonder she was not at
    all familiar with the diapers sold at the store!
    	Not having much time, I quickly browsed through the shirts and
    picked out a black shirt with the Batman movie logo on it. Tony just
    grabbed a plain blue shirt. We took them back to Carmen and she rang
    them up for us and zeroed them out. I then took off the big shirt that
    Lisa had given me and changed into the black shirt. Because my diapers
    went up so high the shirt covered only the top half of the diapers, but
    this still left a lot of white diaper showing. Just to expose the
    diapers some more I rolled the bottom of the shirt up some more. My
    diapers contrasted quite sharply against the black shirt.
    	By this time we were ready to leave. Luke was hesitant to walk
    through the store and through the mall in his diapers, but he had a
    double set of Thickies on and no way were his shorts going to fit. His
    mother carried his shorts while each of us boys carried a package or a
    bag. I carried the two bags that contained the five remaining Thickies
    diapers and the remaining two pairs of plastic pants. Tony, Nathan and
    Luke each carried one package of disposable diapers. As expected a lot
    of shoppers stared at Luke and me walking through the mall in diapers.
    A few minutes later we got to their Suburban and loaded up the back
    with the big diaper packages and the two sacks. The four of us boys had
    a lot to talk about on the way home. Tony was dropped off first,
    followed by me.
    	"Thanks for coming with me," Luke said as I got out of the
    Suburban.
    	"It was fun," I said. "More fun than I expected, in fact. Enjoy
    your diapers."
    	"I already am," Luke said as he was alone in the back seat and in
    the dark rubbing himself.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 113
    ----------------------------

    	Today was Day Two of seventh grade. Gone was the initial
    excitement and anticipation of a new school year and already reality
    had set in as I thought about how many days of this I would have to
    face before the end of the year. By this time just about everyone knew
    about me wearing diapers. I got the usual taunts, but they were
    learning that I do not respond to such comments and in fact enjoyed the
    attention, particularly when it came from girls. I liked grossing out
    the ones who thought it was disgusting and I liked hearing them refer
    to me as a "baby boy" and offering to change my diapers or at least
    thought it was cute. Boys usually didn't find it to be amusing and some
    thought of it as disgusting or weird, but I had a feeling that some of
    them were just feigning these feelings and actually wanted to wear
    diapers themselves and kept these desires hidden.
    	I went to my first class, which was English. Before class started
    Ellis thought he would get in a couple of licks before Mrs. Steck came
    into the room.
    	"So, you toilet trained yet?" Ellis asked me.
    	"Does this answer your question?" I replied back, lifting my
    shirt to let him see my diaper showing above my pants. "I'll never be
    toilet trained again."
    	"So who changes your diapers now?" Ellis asked.
    	"The nurse, just like at the other school," I answered. "She's
    pretty good-looking, too," I added. "Why don't you start wearing
    diapers to school so she can change you, too?"
    	"Because I can find good-looking girls other ways than by
    shitting in my pants," Ellis replied. This generated some laughter
    throughout the classroom. At this time Mrs. Steck came into the
    classroom, ready to start things the moment the bell rang. She kept a
    close eye on Ellis and the kids who sat around me so that they wouldn't
    cause any disruptions. The rest of the class was uneventful, as was
    Social Studies, since Mr. Mathers also watched Ellis closely to make
    sure he wouldn't act up in the middle of class. Of course he acted up
    anyway.
    	I was looking forward to meeting up with Luke during the mid-
    morning break. I knew he would be excited about getting to wear real
    diapers at last, although I wasn't sure how well he would adjust to
    wearing diapers to school. Tony and I sat with him and Bryce over
    orange juice or milk and cinnamon rolls. Luke stood up and briefly
    lifted his shirt to let me catch a quick glimpse of his Thickies
    diaper. Even without lifting his shirt I could tell from the bulge in
    his pants that he had a diaper on, a Thickies diaper, of course.
    	"Have you used it yet?" I asked Luke.
    	"Not yet, but I'm really needing to pee right now," he said. "I'm
    afraid to pee in my diaper in school," he said quietly.
    	"We understand," I said, speaking on Tony's behalf.
    	"I'm almost tempted to go to the bathroom and--"
    	"No, no!" I said. "Don't do that! The bathroom is forever off
    limits to you! Once you're a diaper boy, you are committed, and toilets
    and urinals are no longer a part of your life!"
    	"Yeah, forget that toilets even exist," Tony said. "Except for
    the girls' bathroom, of course."
    	"How did P.E. class go?" I asked Luke.
    	"For starters, I was late getting to school," Luke said. "Mom
    didn't wake me up in time to change both me and Nathan out of our cloth
    diapers, and I had made a big mess in my diapers the night before, so
    Mom had to clean both me and Nathan this morning. So then I missed the
    bus and Mom had to drive me to school. Mr. Brown then yelled at me for
    being late."
    	"What did he say to you?" I asked.
    	"He said, 'you diaper boys are always late,'" Luke replied, using
    a mocking voice for Mr. Brown. "He embarrassed the hell out of me by
    saying that 'you're always late because your mommy's gotta change ya'
    and wipe your butt in the morning!'"
    	"What an asshole," I said as I sighed and rolled my eyes.
    	"He is an asshole," Bryce agreed. "In the locker room he yelled
    at us 'babies' because some of us were taking too long to change our
    diapers, then he made us do a bunch of exercises, even after we told
    him that we were too tired. It about killed me."
    	"What did the kids say about you wearing diapers?"
    	"They laughed and called me all the usual names and shit," Luke
    replied. "But at least I wasn't the only one. They all knew that Bryce
    wears diapers, so I stuck with him during the class."
    	"That's good," I said.
    	"Yeah, I'm kind of like you, Chris," Bryce said. "I just act
    like, 'go ahead, it's no secret that I wear diapers.'"
    	At about this time a kid I didn't recognize came up to our table.
    He looked like a sixth grader. A couple of other kids came up behind
    him.
    	"Oh no," Luke said. "These guys are in my P.E. class."
    	"Hey Luke," the first kid said. "I see you're a diaper boy now."
    	"That's why he's sitting here," I said. "This is the diaper boys'
    table."
    	"That'pth why heeth thitting here, thith ith the diaper boyth
    table," the kid mocked me in a fake voice.
    	"Careful," his friend said. "He's a seventh grader and he might
    beat us up!"
    	"Oh, I'm so scared," the third boy said sarcastically. "They
    might gag us with their poopy diapers or something, since they're
    probably too wimpy to pick a fight with us."
    	"That's not a bad idea," I said.
    	"What?" the kid said to me. "You really want to pick a fight?"
    	"No, I'd like to gag you with my poopy diaper," I said.
    	"You gotta fight me first to do that," the kid said.
    	"Hey, let's see if they will pick a fight with us!" the first kid
    said. He went up to Luke and asked him if he's wet his diaper yet.
    	"No, I haven't," Luke said. "Will you just go the hell away?!"
    	Luke's request, of course was ignored. At this moment the kid
    pulled up on Luke's shirt and then poured his orange juice down into
    the back of Luke's diaper. The resulting splash not only got his diaper
    wet but his pants as well.
    	"Now you have!" the kid said as he and several other kids
    laughed. Poor Luke was embarrassed.
    	"Orange juice, it's not just for breakfast anymore!" the kid said
    with an evil grin on his face.
    	"Knock it off, Arnold!" Bryce said, defending Luke.
    	"You want your diaper wet, too?" Arnold said as he approached
    with his orange juice. At this moment one of the teachers on duty
    approached the three boys.
    	"We didn't do it!" the first kid said, suddenly scared out of his
    wits as the angry teacher confronted him.
    	"I saw everything you boys did!" the teacher yelled. Enlisting
    the aid of a second teacher on duty, both of the teachers escorted the
    three boys out of the cafeteria and back into the kitchen of the
    cafeteria. A moment later two very official and stern-looking men in
    suits marched into the cafeteria. I figured they were the principal and
    the vice principal. From the looks on their faces I hoped to never get
    on their bad sides.
    	"I'm not sure I want to wear diapers to school," Luke said.
    	"Relax," I said as I put my hand on his shoulder. "Kids will try
    to do things like that to you at first. At least you're not alone."
    	"Thanks," Luke said. "I might as well pee in this diaper now
    since it's wet anyway."
    	Luke sat there and closed his eyes as he tried to overcome his
    embarrassment and maintain his dignity.
    	"I can't believe I'm doing this in the middle of the school
    cafeteria," Luke said. He sat there and strained for a moment and
    concentrated on peeing in his diaper, shutting out all other elements,
    namely the fact that he was at school.
    	A moment later he said quietly, "okay, I'm done."
    	"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" I said.
    	"Nah, it felt pretty good, actually," Luke said with a sigh of
    relief. He then looked down at his crotch to check for leaks, not that
    it mattered since the seat of his pants was already wet from the orange
    juice.
    	"You're wearing Thickies, right?" I said.
    	"Of course," Luke replied.
    	"Then don't worry about leaks," I assured him.
    	"Now I need to get changed," Luke said.
    	"Have you pooped in them yet?" I asked Luke.
    	"Are you kidding?" Luke replied. "I'm hardly brave enough to pee
    in them. Why do you ask?"
    	"Because you're not fully using the diaper until you've put a
    good dump or two into it," I said.
    	"I know, and I know you think it's wasting a diaper when you only
    pee in it before getting changed, but I have to get this wet diaper
    off," Luke said.
    	"Sure, I'll go with you to the nurse's office," I said, being
    understanding of Luke's newness to wearing diapers full time in school.
    "You have any diapers with you?"
    	"Yeah, I have a couple in my bag," Luke said.
    	"Great," I said.
    	"I'm gonna be tardy!" Luke exclaimed as he realized that there
    was only four minutes left to go before the bell rang.
    	"Relax, the nurse will write you a note," I assured him. "Tony,
    tell Mr. Mathers that I'll be there soon."
    	"Okay," he said as he and Bryce left. On our way out we were
    stopped by the same teacher who had hauled off the troublemaker kids.
    Fortunately he didn't have the stern, angry look on his face this time,
    but I was still nervous that he was stopping us. Over his shoulder I
    saw the two principals escorting the three boys out from the back of
    the cafeteria on their way to the principal's office.
    	"Are you boys okay?" the teacher asked.
    	"Yeah, we're fine," I said.
    	"Mr. Carberry and Mr. Swain have taken care of the troublemakers,
    and will see to it that those boys never bother you again."
    	"Thanks," I said to the teacher.
    	"Do you need to get a change of clothes?" the teacher asked me.
    	"We got it handled, thanks," I replied. With this, we left the
    cafeteria and I escorted Luke to the nurse's office. By this time the
    halls were almost empty with just a few kids scrambling to beat the
    tardy bell.
    	"Thanks for coming with me," Luke said.
    	"No problem," I replied.
    	"Aren't you going to be tardy for your class?" Luke asked,
    sounding concerned.
    	"Not if the nurse writes me an excuse note," I said.
    	"But you're not getting your diaper changed," Luke said. At this
    moment I stopped to get a sip of water from the drinking fountain.
    While I was bending over to get a drink I let out a big load of poop
    into my diaper.
    	"I am now," I said with a smile upon Luke's acknowledgement of my
    bowel movement. "Come on, we're almost there."
    	"Man, I don't know how you can go around here in school wearing
    poopy diapers," Luke said. "I'd be afraid to try it."
    	"One, I've gotten used to it. Two, I don't have any control of it
    any longer," I said. "Keep wearing diapers and sooner or later you'll
    be taking your first in-class crap."
    	"What was it like when you first pooped your diapers in school?"
    Luke asked me.
    	"Actually, the first time it happened after I got put into
    diapers, I didn't have diapers on," I said. Luke was surprised. I
    continued to explain what had happened.
    	"I took my diapers off after I got to school and then got
    diarrhea that day, just my luck. I had a really bad accident in my
    pants and I wish I had kept my diapers on."
    	"I hope that never happens to me," Luke said.
    	"If you have to poop, do it in your diaper, gotta get used to it
    sooner or later."
    	At this time we reached the nurse's office and were greeted by
    the receptionist.
    	"May I help you boys with something?" she asked, not knowing our
    reason for being there.
    	"We came to see Mrs. Wilson, the nurse," I explained.
    	"Is it an emergency?" she asked.
    	"Uhh, no, not especially," I said.
    	"Mrs. Wilson will be right out," the receptionist told us in a
    rather cold tone. She then asked us if we had a hall pass.
    	"We just came in from the break," I said.
    	"Oh, I see," the receptionist replied without looking up from her
    computer terminal. "Just have a seat then."
    	A few minutes later Mrs. Wilson came out of the room. We saw a
    girl leaving ahead of her. Both Luke and I hoped she wasn't in there
    for a diaper change. She had a brace around her knee and she was
    limping. She was wearing her P.E. clothes, so both Luke and I came to
    the conjecture that she was getting treated for a minor injury that she
    incurred in gym class. Looking at how her shorts crawled up her butt it
    was easy to see that she was not wearing a diaper. Luke and I were
    relieved to see this.
    	"What would you do if you did see a girl wearing diapers?"
    	"Probably puke in the toilet," I said. "It'd be the only time I
    would ever use a toilet, of course."
    	Mrs. Wilson had been briefed by the receptionist regarding our
    presence in the office waiting area.
    	"Hello boys," she said. She knew who I was from having seen me,
    but she looked puzzled when she saw that I was there with Luke.
    	"I don't recognize you," she said as she looked at Luke. "Are you
    here for the same reason as Chris?"
    	"Yes, ma'am, he is," I replied. I was impressed that she even
    remembered my name.
    	"Do you require this treatment regularly?" she asked Luke.
    	"I will," he said. Mrs. Wilson looked at him funny, wondering why
    he suddenly needed to start wearing diapers.
    	"You weren't in here yesterday, were you?" Mrs. Wilson asked him.
    	"No," he said. I could tell that Luke felt very awkward now, not
    having expected to be confronted with questions regarding his needs for
    wearing diapers.
    	"They didn't give you a form at registration, did they?" I asked
    Luke. I figured I could help to legitimize his need for getting regular
    diaper changes from the school nurse since Luke didn't currently have a
    physical need for wearing diapers, at least not yet.
    	"I didn't know I needed to fill out any form," Luke said,
    sounding confused.
    	"Yes, your parent or guardian will need to sign a form that
    authorizes me to administer such regular medical needs on you," Mrs.
    Wilson replied, using the phrase "regular medical needs" as a euphemism
    for "diaper changes."
    	"So, can you still, you know, change me?" Luke asked. He was very
    nervous now.
    	"Are you really in need of attention?" she asked him.
    	"Yeah, I am," he said.
    	"I'll take care of you now, just this once," Mrs. Wilson agreed.
    "But before you return to class I am going to give you a form that your
    parents will need to fill out with their signature on it in order for
    me to perform such procedures on you daily."
    	"Okay," Luke said. With this, Mrs. Wilson directed him back into
    the private room where she changed diapers and performed her other
    duties as a nurse.
    	Luke came out of the room a few minutes later. His pants had
    dried by then and there was no trace of the orange juice spill on his
    dark pants. Mrs. Wilson gave him the form that he would need to take to
    his parents. The receptionist then started writing him a hall pass.
    	"See you at lunch," I said as Mrs. Wilson called me into the room
    to change my diaper.
    	When I was done I was sent on my way to Mr. Reiner's math class.
    He was in the middle of explaining yesterday's bonus problem when I
    approached him with my hall pass.
    	"Thanks, Chris," he said, directing me to my newly assigned seat,
    which naturally was nowhere near Tony. I heard some of the kids
    chuckling. The same kid who had gotten stuck with doing the extra
    problem as part of his regular assignment blurted out, "probably
    getting a diaper change!"
    	"Obviously you have forgotten what I told you yesterday," Mr.
    Reiner said as he confronted the unruly student, whose name was Travis.
    It figures. All the Travises I have known I have hated.
    	"Seeing that you didn't do the extra problem that I assigned you,
    I think perhaps I'll give you double the amount of problems the rest of
    the class will be doing tonight."
    	"Ahh, man!" Travis complained, realizing how much deeper he was
    digging himself in. Mr. Reiner ignored him and proceeded with the
    lesson. The same girl who complained about sitting behind me was again
    in the seat behind mine.
    	"Oh God," she groaned upon realizing that I had just cut a long,
    gassy, silent fart. The girl was mistaking the smell of my fart for a
    bowel movement.
    	"This is why I gave up babysitting," she said as she showed her
    disgust for my odor.
    	"I just farted, okay?" I said quietly.
    	"Mr. Reiner, can I switch seats?" she asked.
    	"Why's that?" he asked her. Without say a word, she pointed to me
    while plugging her nose and then fanning the fumes away from her. The
    class started laughing.
    	"Maybe I can switch places with her," Tony spoke up, hoping he
    could use this as an opportunity to get seated closer to me.
    	"Please do," said one of the kids who was seated near Tony. "I
    don't wanna be smelling your poop."
    	"We already talked about this yesterday," Mr. Reiner said to the
    whole class. "We will not talk about Chris or Tony, is that
    understood?"
    	Everyone nodded without saying anything. Of course Travis
    couldn't resist getting in one last lick.
    	"You might as well put Chris and Tony together, that way they
    only stink up one part of the room."
    	"Travis, come here," Mr. Reiner said. Travis had a look of
    trepidation come over his face as Mr. Reiner hastily scribbled out a
    hall pass to send Travis to the office.
    	"I am going to nip this thing in the bud," Mr. Reiner said. "Now,
    let's continue the rest of the lesson, shall we?"
    	The rest of the class kept quiet until the bell rang, the bell
    that signaled the approach of fourth period, Mr. Brown's P.E. class. I
    felt my stomach churning as I thought about this dreadful class.
    	Tony and I both felt nervous and apprehensive as we dropped off
    our books and went to the boys' locker room. As we entered there were
    several boys who were already dressed down and into their gym shorts
    ready to go. Tony and I went to our lockers on the first row where all
    the diaper boys in the class were located. A couple of the boys were in
    the middle of changing their own diapers. I couldn't help but to look
    at their naked behinds and then their dicks as I went past them. I
    developed a hard-on as a result. I looked down the row, seeing that
    most of the boys were either in just a diaper or nothing at all.
    	"Well, here goes," I said to Tony as I stripped off my shirt,
    revealing the high-rising top of my diapers. Tony's diaper showed just
    as much as he took his shirt off. I then took off my pants, sticking my
    diapered butt into Peter's face, the kid next to me. I don't think he
    minded getting such a good close-up of my butt as I noticed that he had
    a hard-on after I was down to just my diaper.
    	"Wow, that's the thickest diaper I've ever seen," Pete commented.
    "What kind are they?"
    	"Thickies," I said with a smile. "Would you like to try wearing
    them?"
    	"I dunno," Peter said apprehensively. "I don't think my pants
    would even fit over those."
    	"You ought to see the cloth diapers I wear at home," I said. "You
    wanna talk about thick!"
    	I saw Pete putting on a pair of the Goodnites. They were barely
    thicker than a pair of boys' underpants, but they were white like all
    boys' underwear and diapers should be, and of course they still made
    Peter's butt look cute. They wouldn't serve well for pooping in,
    however, so I knew I could never wear them if I wanted to.
    	"And I thought Lonnie's diapers were thick," Peter said. I then
    looked down the row and saw Lonnie putting on a fairly thick diaper. I
    then turned the other way and looked at Tony. His diaper was quite wet.
    	"You haven't been changed yet?" I asked Tony.
    	"Not until I poop," he said. "I can see that yours is pretty
    fresh."
    	"Of course, I just got changed before math class, remember?" I
    said.
    	"Oh yeah, duh!" Tony said as he smacked himself on the forehead.
    	"I'm glad I went with Luke to the nurse," I told Tony while I put
    on my gym shirt and then lastly, my shorts, which I saved for last to
    give the other diaper boys more time to admire my padded behind.
    Apparently the non-diaper boys also noticed.
    	"Look at all the babies!" I heard Hugh shouting. "Wearing their
    dipees!"
    	"You would look, Hugh, wouldn't you?" Peter said.
    	"Shut up," Hugh snapped back. "I don't know what you've got to
    hide, anyway. Makes me wonder why your parents named you Peter!"
    	"Come down here and take a look," Peter said.
    	"I would, but the smell of all your shitty asses would probably
    make me suffocate," Hugh said.
    	"Then do us a favor and come on down here then," Peter said.
    	"You're asking for a real ass-kickin'!" Hugh said. Peter ignored
    him and finished dressing as Hugh went out to the gymnasium.
    	Mr. Brown then stood at the end of the row and blew his whistle.
    	"Come on, guys!" he shouted while clapping his hands to hurry us
    all up. "Those diapers sure slow you guys down! Let's hop to it, c'mon,
    c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, C'MON!!!!!"
    	Shit, this guy was worse than a drill sergeant.
    	"Hurry it up!" Mr. Brown shouted to Lonnie, who was walking down
    the row to dispose of his diaper in the garbage.
    	Seeing that we were all dressed, he blew his whistle and said,
    "move it, move, move it, move it, move it, MOVE IT! MOOOVE IT!!!!!"
    	At this rate the man was going to have a heart attack, and I was
    hoping that sooner or later he would have one, and if we were lucky he
    might even do himself in. Hell, I'd even bring a cake and balloons to
    his funeral and hire a clown if I could, make it a festive occasion. I
    didn't care one bit for this asshole. Maybe the more we pissed him off
    the sooner we could get rid of him. It was a cruel thought, but he
    deserved it and brought it upon himself as far as I was concerned.
    	Mr. Brown literally pushed us out of the locker room and into the
    gymnasium, directing us to the group of other boys who were already
    standing in formation.
    	"Don't touch me!" I told Mr. Brown as I turned around and pushed
    his arms away.
    	"Then don't take so long to get ready!" Mr. Brown barked back. I
    wanted to swiftly kick him in the nuts soooo badly now!
    	"I apologize for the delay, class, but it seems that a certain
    group of boys is slowing us down," Mr. Brown said while staring at me,
    Tony and the other diaper boys. He was very rudely and unjustly blaming
    us for the delay. Mr. Brown then took the role call. I could tell by
    the change in the tone of his voice that he didn't like any of us
    diaper boys when he called out our names.
    	While Mr. Brown lectured to us I was looking across the gymnasium
    at the girls' P.E. class. Amid the few dozen pairs of bare girls' legs
    I easily spotted Megan-- hers being among the largest legs-- and I was
    hoping she would notice me. She was big, but she was beautiful, too,
    especially in her high-cut shorts which so nicely accented her plump
    ass. She looked over at us and spotted me. She waved at me and I waved
    back. I had momentarily forgotten about my arousal from the other
    diaper boys in my class and drifted off into sexual fantasies with
    Megan, especially while she was bending over to tie her shoe. Mr. Brown
    then rudely interrupted my daydream.
    	"BARRETT!" he shouted, causing me to jump and turn towards him.
    "Get your thumb out of your butt and pay attention to me when I'm
    talking!"
    	"He can't stick his thumb in his butt, Coach Brown," one of the
    students said. "He's got diapers on!"
    	A comment like this likely would have not been tolerated by any
    of my other teachers, but Mr. Brown seemed to like it by the way he
    smiled at the student who said it. Everyone else in the class liked
    this comment, too and were laughing, all except my fellow diaper boys.
    	"He's ogling the girls," another kid said.
    	"I thought he liked looking at the other diaper babies!" yet
    another kid said. "I guess he's not a faggot after all!"
    	"Stop looking at them girls over there!" Mr. Brown said to me.
    "Look at me!"
    	"Yes, sir," I replied. I muttered "fuck you" and extended my
    middle finger behind the back of Russ Atkins, the kid who stood in
    front of me. The other boys were looking at the girls, too, but Mr.
    Brown didn't seem to mind as he continued to talk. He then sent us out
    to the field and put us through a rigorous regimen of warm-up
    exercises, which included jumping jacks, push-ups and running in place.
    He was just as bad any drill sergeant.
    	Next, we were sent out to the track to run one lap. He had us run
    in groups of six, making sure to include at least one diaper boy in
    each group. Tony was sent out to go up against the others in the first
    run. As expected, Tony finished last, barely running as he panted and
    puffed his way to the finish line.
    	"I'm pooped," Tony said to me as he tried to catch his breath.
    	"What about your diaper?" I asked him.
    	"It's pooped, too," he said. "I took a crap on the first turn."
    	"You need to get a diaper change?"
    	"Yeah, good luck asking Mr. Brown to excuse me for it, though,"
    Tony said. With this, he remained in his poopy, stinky diaper for the
    rest of the P.E. class.
    	Lonnie and Peter were then called out with four other boys. They,
    too, finished dead last, both of them walking together as they tried to
    make their way to the finish line.
    	"C'mon, you boys got bricks in those diapers?!" Mr. Brown yelled
    at them. "Let's pick up the pace!"
    	I was called out on the third race. As luck would have it, Hugh
    was among the other boys.
    	"You're gonna lo-ose!" he sneered at me. I just ignored him and
    avoided making any sort of eye contact with his ugly, zit-laden face.
    	Jay was in the lane next to me. As he stood there, I examined his
    butt. Clearly he had something very thick and bulky on underneath his
    shorts, but since he wasn't in the diaper boys row I couldn't figure
    out why his rear end suggested that he was diapered. Whatever it was,
    it was surely nothing modest.
    	"On your mark, get set-- go!" shouted Mr. Brown's assistant,
    whose name was Greg. The other four boys were well ahead of us by the
    time we reached the second turn. Jay was running at about my pace,
    trying to keep up. He seemed to be encumbered by the bulky padding
    under his shorts and he had a bit of a waddle in his step. I could also
    smell a distinct poop odor as I ran close behind him. There was a light
    breeze, so I knew that neither Tony's odors nor any of the other diaper
    boys' smells would have lingered. The smell remained consistent
    throughout the run. At one point Jay stumbled. I stopped and asked him
    if he was okay.
    	"Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he got back up. His shirt had ridden
    up a little. As he got up I tried to see if a diaper was showing. I
    could see something white and bulky- looking, but Jay pulled his shirt
    back down before I had a chance to really see what he had on. I thought
    I had seen a blue stripe suggesting that all he had on was underwear.
    Maybe there was more than one blue stripe, or maybe a stripe of a
    different color or pattern. Maybe he was like I used to be and wore
    several pairs of underwear at a time to make a diaper. He and I weren't
    the only ones who did this. There was Darren's friend John as well as
    Derek, before either of them got put into real diapers.
    	Jay and I struggled to maintain a respectable running pace as we
    approached the finish line, but both of us were tired and were doing a
    semi-walk/semi-run. I continued to look at Jay's butt, knowing that he
    had to be wearing something much thicker than a single pair of boys'
    briefs.
    	Mr. Brown looked at both of us contemptibly.
    	"Typical diaper boys," he said contemptibly. "Whatever it is in
    those diapers, it's slowing you all down."
    	"I don't wear diapers, Mr. Brown," Jay said.
    	"You look like you do, and you also act like you do," Mr. Brown
    replied. "And that's COACH Brown! Get it right!"
    	Jay and I both sat down on the grass while Mr. Brown called out
    the next group to race, which included another diaper boy. He was
    taller than the rest of us, so he stood a better chance of not
    finishing last. He finished fourth, which made poor ol' Asshole Brown
    speechless, much to my amusement.
    	I sat across from Jay, whose shorts were loose enough around the
    legs for me to see what he had on underneath. It was hard to tell, but
    I could see a broad band of white that looked thick enough for a cloth
    diaper or two. It looked irregular and wasn't uniform, though, which
    led me to think that maybe he had on several pairs of underpants.
    Whatever it was, there was a lot of white fabric in there.
    	Likewise, I sat with my legs apart and with the leg opening of my
    shorts open enough to let Jay see that I had on a thick disposable
    diaper. I looked at Jay, hoping he would break the ice and say hello. I
    decided to make the first move.
    	"Nice race, eh?" I said.
    	"Yeah, I guess," he said, not making any eye contact with me.
    	"I'm not very athletic," I said. "How about you?"
    	"Nah, not really," Jay said as he idly picked at the grass.
    	"I guess that's why we both finished last, huh?" I said.
    	"Yeah, probably," Jay said. I could tell that he was shy and it
    would take some work to get him to open up. He then got up and walked
    away from the group and paced around. I caught up with Tony and told
    him about Jay.
    	"You see that kid over there?" I said to Tony.
    	"Yeah," Tony replied. "I've been looking at him, too."
    	"You think he wears diapers?" I asked him.
    	"His butt sure looks like it," Tony said. "I wonder why his
    locker isn't in with ours."
    	"Probably no room," I said. "Maybe he's in the next row over."
    	"Did you talk to him yet?" Tony asked me. "He was in your race."
    	"A little," I said. "But he didn't say much."
    	"He looks like he doesn't have any friends," Tony commented.
    "Let's both go talk to him."
    	We started walking over to Jay when Mr. Brown blew his whistle.
    	"Get your butts over here!" Mr. Brown shouted to us.
    	At this point the girls' P.E. class came over to the track. I
    watched Megan approaching as her breasts bounced up and down inside of
    her shirt. Being the big girl that she was, she didn't move around as
    easily as most of her other classmates.
    	"Hi Chris!" she said with a smile.
    	"Hi Megan!" I said back. I looked at her big butt and her flabby
    legs as she ran by. I could see the fat jiggling down her legs with
    each step.
    	"C'mon boys!" Mr. Brown shouted to us, directing us to the other
    side of the field where we did some more exercises. By the time class
    was over with we were tired and worn out. What a relief it was when Mr.
    Brown sent us to the showers.
    	Tony and I stripped off our gym clothes and were down to just our
    diapers. Since I had a fresh diaper on I didn't want to take it off
    before going into the shower. I had only wet in it once and it had a
    long ways to go before it would have been worth changing it, to say
    nothing of the fact that I hadn't pooped in it yet. Because of this I
    decided to leave my diaper on while going to the shower. As for Tony,
    he took off his poopy diaper and tossed it into the garbage. With his
    butt covered with poop, he wrapped his towel around him and joined me
    at the showers.
    	A couple of kids stared at me as I stood there spraying myself
    off while wearing a thick disposable diaper. Tony drew more attention--
    and repulsion-- by turning his butt towards the shower and spreading
    his butt cheeks apart so that he could clean off his poop. A pool of
    brown-tainted water formed at his feet, much to the disgust of the
    other boys also in the shower at the time.
    	"Sick!" one boy said. "Use the toilet!"
    	"I can't!" Tony said. "In fact, one of these days I may end up
    taking a shit right here in the shower!"
    	"That's one reason I kept my diaper on!" I said as Tony and I
    high-fived each other in the shower. Staring at Tony's smooth, water-
    splashed bare butt I was getting a hard-on, which nobody could see
    inside my diaper. After we finished showering we grabbed our towels
    from the holding area outside the shower stalls and wrapped them around
    us on our way back to the lockers.
    	On the way back I looked down each row of lockers, hoping to
    locate Jay. He wasn't in the first row from the showers, but Hugh was,
    unfortunately, and he caught our stare.
    	"Quit looking, you faggots!" he shouted to us while he was
    standing there naked with his nads dangling. We just ignored him and
    looked down the next row, and then the next, which was where we spotted
    Jay. I caught a glimpse of him as I walked by. He was at the front of
    the third row, and luckily for me, he had his butt sticking towards me,
    as this helped to reveal what it was that made his butt stick out so
    much like a diaper. I was right about the blue waistband stripe as
    Jay's underwear included this, as well as several more of these pairs
    and several pairs with red stripes, some with black stripes, and some
    with no stripes at all. How exciting it was to see Jay come to school
    wearing his underpants like a diaper! The other kids probably teased
    him or were grossed out by the way he probably smelled all the time,
    but he seemed to tune everyone and everything out, as if he were in his
    own little world in spite of what others said or thought about him. It
    was a different approach than mine when it came to dealing with
    hecklers.
    	Even more notable was the fact that he had on double-seated
    underpants, which I hadn't seen a boy wearing except for in old Sears
    and JC Penney catalogs and in the early 1970's movie "Bless the Beasts
    and the Children." As much as I wanted to wear them during my "dark
    ages" period of no diapers, they were not available anymore in spite of
    my exhaustive searches through the boys' underwear department at K-Mart
    in hopes of finding them.
    	The extra layers in Jay's underpants really accented his already
    prominently padded butt and drew even more attention to this part of
    his anatomy and its function. His underwear also came up quite high,
    although not as high as any of my diapers. Where he was getting these
    underpants of a bygone era in this day and age I didn't know, but it
    made me all the more curious to find out more about Jay and his life
    history and what made him into the near-diaper boy he had become.
    	Most of the pairs showed some signs of prior poop staining, even
    through two layers of fabric for each pair. He was still taking his
    underwear off, throwing each removed pair into a pile inside his
    locker. I wanted to stand there and watch, but the other boys were
    getting suspicious and I had to get dressed. Just as I was about to
    walk away Jay looked behind him, seeing me standing there looking at
    his butt. He didn't seem to mind, but he made no acknowledgement of my
    presence otherwise. I pretended to lose the grip on my towel so that he
    could see the diaper I was wearing by deliberately dropping it onto the
    floor. I turned my butt to him as I bent over to pick it up. At this
    point I decided that I'd better get my diapered butt moving and get my
    regular clothes back on.
    	My dick was trying to pierce through my diaper as I thought about
    what Jay looked like wearing all that underwear. How I wanted to get
    him to join my growing circle of diaper boy friends. Obviously he was a
    ripe candidate for a diaper wearer, not to mention just plain ripe as I
    could smell the poop in his underwear. While I couldn't see it, the
    outer pairs made it obvious that he shit-filled his underpants on a
    regular basis. Why he didn't wear real diapers remained a mystery to be
    solved, and I was damned determined to solve it.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 114
    ----------------------------

    	When the bell rang just about everyone was ready to leave the
    locker room. As mandated by Mr. Brown, we were to all wait inside the
    doors and we were not to leave until the bell rang. With everyone
    gathered at the front of the locker room, the rest of the class could
    watch us diaper boys finished getting dressed. Since I had left my
    diaper on I was dressed and ready to go before most of the other boys
    in "diaper row." Tony was busy taping his diaper up. The other boys
    were staring at him and the other boys who were diapering themselves,
    cracking jokes about them.
    	"Better go help them with their diapers, Chris," one kid said.
    	"Oh really, and why are you watching them?" I asked him.
    	"Why are *you* watching them?" the kid asked me back.
    	"Because they're my friends, I'm used to seeing other boys in
    diapers, and I'm secure enough about myself to see my friends naked," I
    replied.
    	"You're a faggot, that's what you are!" the kid said.
    	"What if I am?" I said, hoping the kid would leave me alone.
    	"Then my friends and I will have to kick the shit out of you,
    that is, if there isn't any shit in your diapers."
    	"You need your friends to help you?" I said. Big mistake. He
    shoved me up against the side of the lockers that led down the "diaper
    row."
    	"No, I could rip you a new asshole single-handedly, you fuck!" he
    said angrily as he stared into my eyes. I felt helpless now as he let
    me go with a warning, so to speak. I walked away from him and the rest
    of the boys.
    	"What are you gonna do, Chris, tattle on me to Coach Brown? Not
    like he's gonna give a shit about you or any of your diaper buddies."
    	"Sure, whatever," I said, dismissing the jerk's remarks. I just
    ignored him and stood away from the others while I waited for the bell
    to ring. Jay was the only one left getting dressed as far as I could
    tell. He had returned from the shower and started putting his underwear
    on. He had taken it off in sets of four or five pairs. He put on the
    first group, which was badly stained with shit. I could see the inside
    of these pairs as he handled them. A solid swath of brown ran from the
    front to the back. The topmost pair was stained on the outside, so much
    that I couldn't even see the seams that marked the double-seat panels.
    	Jay then covered these pairs up with another set of four or five
    underpants, putting them all on at once. These pairs appeared larger.
    They were dingy, but for the most part were white and didn't show any
    significant signs of stains. At this point he had a pretty impressive-
    looking set of briefs on. I thought he might be done, but he was still
    putting more underwear on. This time he was putting his underwear on
    one pair at a time. I also noticed that he was alternating these pairs
    so that every other one was backwards. It looked funny seeing the fly
    of his underwear on his butt. As he turned around for a moment I could
    see the double panel of his underwear stretched tightly over his
    stomach, pulled up as high as it would go. He then put the next pair on
    the right way and then the next pair backwards. He repeated this for a
    couple more iterations.
    	I wanted to walk over to Jay and talk to him, but doing so would
    have made me very conspicuous. By the time I decided "hell with it" and
    got ready to approach Jay the bell rang. I waited for the crowd of boys
    to bust out of the locker room before walking back up to the front.
    Tony had just finished getting dressed. As we left the locker room I
    looked behind me once more, seeing that Jay was still busy putting his
    underpants on with a big pile of briefs still remaining on the bench. I
    wanted to stick around and see how many pairs he would put on as well
    as to hopefully ask him if he would like to join us for lunch.
    	While Tony and I walked to math class we talked about Jay. I told
    Tony about what I had observed while watching him get dressed.
    	"Wow! Just like you used to do," Tony said.
    	"And then some," I said. "You should have seen the shit stains in
    his underwear!"
    	This comment drew some stares from other students who were
    passing by. Tony just laughed.
    	"If they're anything like the shit stains in your diapers, then
    they must have been impressive."
    	"At least my diapers are soaked and get washed," I said. "I don't
    think he ever washes his underwear from the way it looked."
    	"Were all of them stained?" Tony asked.
    	"Just the first few pairs," I said. "Then he kept putting on more
    and more underwear. I wouldn't be surprised if he had on twenty pairs
    when I looked at him before we left the locker room." My dick was hard
    as I thought about it more and more, retaining the images of Jay in my
    mind.
    	"Maybe we can find him during lunch," Tony suggested. "Since he
    doesn't look like he has any friends he'll probably be sitting alone."
    	At this point Tony and I parted ways and headed to our fifth
    period classes. I walked into Mr. Eastman's reading class and prepared
    myself for 45 minutes of a dull, boring discussion.
    	It was hard not to think about what I saw in the locker room
    while Mr. Eastman droned on. I started doodling and drawing pictures of
    Jay in his indeterminately layered underpants. I exaggerated the
    double-seat panels on his rear end by drawing them wider and making
    them appear even thicker, as if he were wearing triple-seated
    underpants. It brought back such fond memories of my own underwear-
    messing days. I was getting so excited that I wanted to be excused for
    a diaper change just so that I could sneak into the bathroom and jack
    off. I had a raging boner that was desperate for more attention.
    Certainly this beat sitting there watching the clock's hands slowly
    rotating, and then going back to my drawing. I thought about how nice
    it would be to get to know Jay and perhaps welcome him to our Diaper
    Boys of America. club, even if he didn't wear real diapers.
    	Suddenly my thoughts about Jay were abruptly halted when Mr.
    Eastman called out my name and said, "Ahem, would you care to share
    your artwork with the rest of the class?"
    	"Sorry, sir," I said as I was blushing and closing my spiral
    notebook.
    	"I don't want to see you doing that again," Mr. Eastman said
    sternly as he pointed at my desk. "If I do, I'll hang your drawing up
    so that the rest of the class can see it. This is NOT an art class!"
    	Mr. Eastman then turned his back to the blackboard to continue
    writing his notes.
    	"This is not an art class," I mocked Mr. Eastman to myself while
    giving him the finger under my desk. I opened my spiral notebook again
    and turned to the next page, deciding to come back to the drawing I was
    working on at another time. I hastily scribbled down the notes that had
    already been written, but by then Mr. Eastman had erased the board and
    moved on to the next exercise.
    	12;15 at last! How nice it was to hear the lunch dismissal bell
    to ring. I gathered up my stuff and put it into my backpack before
    leaving the class. On my way out the kid behind me snickered and said,
    "you got busted!"
    	"Shut your ass up!" I said to him.
    	"What were you drawing?" he asked me. "I bet you it was a picture
    of you or one of your diaper friends pooping his pants."
    	"Close," I said. "He was pooping, but he wasn't wearing any
    pants, so he couldn't have been pooping in his pants. He was wearing
    diapers."
    	"Of course," the kid said. "So who was it? Your brother?"
    	"Nope. Don't have any brothers," I said as I continued to walk up
    the hallway, making no eye contact with the kid.
    	"You have sisters?"
    	"Yeah, but they don't wear diapers. I told you it was a 'he.'"
    	"I'm surprised," the kid said.
    	"Surprised at what?" I asked, feeling concerned, trying to
    correctly interpret the ambiguity of his question. "That my sisters
    don't wear diapers, or that my drawing had a boy in it?"
    	"Why does that matter?" the kid asked.
    	"You don't think girls would wear diapers, do you?"
    	"I dunno, I don't know any, but I betcha everyone in your family
    wears diapers."
    	"Nope, I'm the only one," I said. "Neither of my sisters wears
    them."
    	"What about that fat chick I saw you talking to?" This kid wasn't
    going to let up. Maybe he was really trying to be friends with me, but
    the tone of his voice indicated that he was trying to get a rise out of
    me.
    	Oh, Megan? She doesn't wear diapers, either."
    	"So what makes her butt so big?" the kid asked.
    	"She just has a big butt, all right?" I replied, getting annoyed
    and losing my patience.
    	"And how would you know?" the kid asked. God, I was so ready to
    kick him in the balls about now.
    	"Just leave me the hell alone!" I snapped. He kept going, having
    a good laugh with himself as I stopped at my locker and dropped off my
    book bag. I then followed the throngs of students all funneling their
    way into the cafeteria. As I stood in line I looked around for Jay,
    hoping to spot him. No such luck. Fortunately I never saw Chuck or
    Steve, though. I grabbed my lunch and went to our table. On the way
    over I looked around, hoping to spot Jay. I still didn't see him, so I
    just took my seat and joined Tony, Luke and Bryce. I told Luke and
    Bryce about Jay and they were excited to hear this story.
    	"Let's see if we can find him," Luke said. "What's he look like?"
    	"I don't know what he's wearing today," I said. "I only saw him
    in his gym clothes and when he was in his underwear, and boy was he
    ever in his underwear!"
    	"More than what I wore?" Luke asked.
    	"It was pretty thick, twenty pairs, I think," I said. "Who's
    counting at that point?"
    	I then asked Luke how he was getting along wearing diapers since
    the break.
    	"I've gotten through P.E. and that was the worst of it," Luke
    said. "I'm still dry wearing this one."
    	Luke then asked me how my P.E. class went.
    	"Same shit as I expected from Mr. Brown," I said. "He did the
    same thing in the locker room. Then he made us all run around the track
    and called us diaper boys wimps because most of us finished last. I
    don't think he likes us for some reason."
    	After we finished lunch we got up and walked around the cafeteria
    looking for Jay. Of course Luke and Bryce had no idea who to look for,
    so they just followed us. We nearly circled the cafeteria, looking for
    a kid sitting alone. No such luck. Tony and I decided to split off.
    Bryce went with me while Luke went with Tony. We decided to circle the
    cafeteria and meet back at the entryway if neither of us saw him. I was
    about halfway around the cafeteria when I finally spotted Jay.
    	"There he is!" I said. "Go find Tony and tell him to meet us over
    here."
    	My assumption about Jay being alone was proven to be incorrect.
    He was sitting with three older girls who had to have been eighth
    graders. Either he was popular with the girls and none of the boys
    wanted to be friends with a kid who wore poopy underpants, or at least
    one of these girls was his sister. Just seeing that Jay was sitting
    there in twenty pairs of underpants with three girls who probably all
    knew about it, was making my dick hard, especially if one of them
    turned out to be his sister.
    	While standing there thinking about how to make my approach I
    studied the other three girls, trying to guess which one of them, if
    any, was Jay's sister. Jay was facing the other way. The shirt he was
    wearing was almost too small for him. It didn't come down far enough to
    drape over his pants or to be tucked in, so this exposed the
    innumerable waistband stripe colors and patterns that marked Jay's
    underpants. They came up well above his pants, which themselves must
    have been getting too small. The leg openings were frayed and I could
    see his ankles and his socks. The pants themselves looked well worn.
    	The girl sitting next to Jay wasn't dressed much more
    glamorously, either. Her shirt was also a bit on the small side, but at
    least where it left her back exposed I could see bare skin. Her pants
    were in better shape than Jay's. There was enough of a space between
    her body and her pants that I could see that she wasn't wearing
    anything more than probably a single pair of panties. Her hair was long
    and straight, no fancy hairstyle.
    	I had a feeling that this girl was Jay's sister. Not only was she
    sitting next to him and apparently accustomed to his poop odors, the
    other two girls looked like they came from more affluent families. They
    were wearing designer jeans and they each had on a blouse and a vest.
    They were also wearing costume jewelry and they had their hair done up
    all nice and pretty. The girl next to Jay was dressed more like Jay
    himself, minus about nineteen pairs of underwear.
    	One of the girls across the table saw me standing there and she
    looked at me, knowing I had been there for awhile studying them.
    	"Hi!" she said as she waved. Jay and his presumed sister then
    turned around and looked at me. Jay didn't say anything but his
    presumed sister said hello.
    	"Don't be shy, we don't bite!" said the third girl.
    	"Are you looking for someone?" the girl I presumed to be Jay's
    sister asked.
    	"Yeah, I wanted to talk to your brother," I said. "He *is* your
    brother, right?"
    	"Yes, he is," the girl said. "I'm his sister."
    	"Well, that would make sense," I said, "being that he's your
    brother and all."
    	The other girls laughed. Jay looked nervous as I walked up to him
    and held out my hand.
    	"I'm Chris, we met in P.E., remember?" I said.
    	"Yeah," he said quietly, only making brief eye contact.
    	"Jay, I think he wants to be friends with you," his sister said
    to him.
    	Jay brushed back his bangs which appeared to have become
    overgrown by a lack of visits to the barber shop. His hair itself
    wasn't very well groomed and it was becoming more obvious that he had
    come from a poor family. I suddenly felt sorry for the kid and I wanted
    to be his friend more than ever.
    	While I stood there with my back turned to Jay's sister-- whose
    name had yet to be determined-- I adjusted my shirt so that she could
    see that I had a diaper on underneath my pants and would know that her
    brother and I had something in common, well, for the most part anyway.
    	"It's okay," I said to Jay as he wasn't ready to accept my hand
    and shake to commence our friendship. I didn't just want to walk away,
    never to form such a potentially wonderful friendship.
    	"What do you want?" Jay asked.
    	"I'd like to be your friend," I said.
    	"Why do you want to be friends?" Jay asked. He was very leery of
    me and seemed to not trust my intentions.
    	"Friends are good people," I said. "Don't you want friends?"
    	"He doesn't trust anybody," Jay's sister explained.
    	"Jay, he's not here to hurt you," his sister told him.
    	"No, of course not!" I said. "Why would I want to do that?"
    	"Because everybody else does," Jay replied back.
    	"I know how you feel," I said in a low, pleasant voice. "I don't
    trust a lot of people, either, and it's because there are some things
    people don't like about me."
    	"What don't people like about you?" Jay asked me.
    	"They think I'm weird," I said.
    	"They think I'm weird, too," Jay replied back.
    	"Probably for the same reason," I added, hoping this would lead
    me into what I wanted to talk to Jay about.
    	"What do they think is weird about you?" Jay asked me. I figured
    now was the time to make my move and let Jay see my diaper. I lifted my
    shirt and let him and anyone within sight of me see it. Jay's sister,
    of course, already saw my diaper showing and she wasn't surprised now,
    but the two girls across from her both giggled.
    	"I wear diapers," I said.
    	"We can see that," one of the other girls said.
    	"Is that why you want to be friends with me?" Jay said.
    	"That's part of it," I answered. "That, and I really think you
    would be happier if you had some friends to hang out with. I mean shit,
    nothing against your sister or nothing, but wouldn't it be cool to not
    have to hang with her and her friends instead?"
    	I looked at Jay's sister, preparing an apology for saying the
    wrong thing about her as I analyzed my words.
    	"It's okay," she said. "I've been hoping Jay would find some
    friends of his own once he got to middle school so he wouldn't have to
    start sitting with me and my friends like he did throughout grade
    school. Last year he didn't have anyone to hang out with because I was
    here and he was still in elementary school, so I was hoping he would do
    it then. You don't know how much this means to me."
    	"I'm sure it means a lot," I said. "I know my sisters would never
    want me sitting with them at school," I said. I felt like I had broken
    the ice, at least with Jay's sister.
    	"My name's Chris, by the way," I re-introduced myself.
    	"I'm Lori," his sister said to me.
    	"I'm Audrey, the first girl said.
    	"And I'm Joan," the second girl introduced herself as she
    adjusted the big plastic hoop that she had in her hair.
    	Jay hesitantly extended his hand out. With this I shook hands
    with him.
    	"Congratulations, Jay!" Lori said to him. "You finally found a
    friend!"
    	Jay returned a smile to his sister. In addition to his small body
    and younger overall appearance, he had such a young-looking face, and
    seeing him smile made him look quite charming in spite of his otherwise
    poor hygiene. He had buck teeth, which seemed to add to his character
    somehow.
    	"Well, girls, I think we can leave now, let my brother and his
    new friend need to talk and get to know each other," Lori said as she
    and her friends got up from the table. As Lori got up I looked at her
    ass just to be sure she wasn't wearing anything like a diaper, that,
    and I just liked looking at girl's butts anyway. I took the chair
    across from Jay, sensing and savoring the warmth that Audrey had left
    behind. Jay was still quiet and reserved and he wasn't making much eye
    contact, but at least he had accepted me, which I felt was the biggest
    hurdle to clear.
    	"So why do you wear diapers?" Jay asked me while he idly picked
    at the tab on his empty soda can.
    	"At first, it was because I wanted to wear them, but now it's
    also because I have to wear them," I said. "It's a long story, but I'd
    love to tell you if you want to hear it all."
    	I hoped he would start asking some more questions or maybe
    explain to me his own circumstances regarding his reasons for coming to
    school wearing an estimated twenty pairs of underwear.
    	"How long have you worn diapers?" he asked me.
    	"Ever since I was eight, almost four years ago," I said. In fact,
    having recalled the number of days that I had been in diapers according
    to my diary program, I told Jay that I had been in diapers now for
    exactly 1,405 days.
    	"Wow, you keep track of how long you have worn diapers?" Jay
    asked.
    	"Yeah, every day my computer tells me how long I have been in
    diapers," I said.
    	"You have a computer?" Jay asked.
    	"Not me myself, no," I said. "My family has one. I'm hoping we'll
    get a new one this Christmas so I can get the old one and use it for my
    diaper stuff."
    	"Diaper stuff?" Jay asked. "Like what?"
    	"Oh let's see, stories, pictures I have tried to draw which don't
    turn out very good, things like that," I said.
    	"We don't have a computer," Jay said. This didn't surprise me,
    being that he looked to be so poor.
    	"Maybe you can come over and we can play some games on it or
    something," I said, hoping that maybe Jay would want to join me after
    school today.
    	"I'd have to ask my Mom," Jay said. "I've never had to ask my Mom
    if I could go to a friend's house before."
    	"You think she'll let you?" I asked Jay.
    	"Maybe, I dunno," he said. He sounded uncomfortable again. "I
    don't get to leave the house very much."
    	"That's too bad," I said.
    	"I can't because I don't have anything to wear," he said quietly.
    This piqued my curiosity.
    	"What do you mean, you don't have anything to wear?" I asked him.
    	"I'll explain it to you when we're alone, since I think I can
    trust you to tell you about me," he said.
    	"Sure!" I said, perking up not only to affirm my pledge to keep
    everything he told me a secret, but also because I was so eager to find
    out why he wore so many underpants. What I was really wanting to know
    was why he didn't just wear regular diapers. I had a good feeling that
    I would have my answers as our friendship developed.
    	I had gotten so engrossed in my one-on-one conversation with Jay
    that I had lost track of time and had forgotten about Bryce, Tony and
    Luke. I looked at my watch and it read 12:43 PM, twelve minutes until
    sixth period started.
    	"Where the hell are they?" I mumbled.
    	"Who's 'they?'" Jay asked, sounding paranoid.
    	"Oh, three other guys," I said. "They're my friends."
    	"Are they like you?" Jay asked.
    	"You mean, do they wear diapers?" I asked, prodding Jay.
    	"Yeah," Jay replied.
    	"Oh yes, of course they do!" I said. "That's what keeps us all
    together," I said. "It's our common bond."
    	"You said you like wearing diapers?" Jay asked me.
    	"More than I can say in words," I said. I didn't want to get into
    discussing my diaper fetish too much with Jay at this, the beginning
    stage of our friendship.
    	"Do you think I can trust them?" Jay asked.
    	"I'm sure you can," I said. "They're all pretty cool. I know
    they'll like you."
    	I was about to get up from the table and invite Jay to come with
    me when I saw Tony, Luke and Bryce return to the cafeteria.
    	"Where the hell were you guys?" I asked Tony, sounding somewhat
    miffed.
    	"We sort of got sidetracked," Tony said.
    	"How's that?" I asked, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
    	"Well, I thought I saw Jay outside through the window, so after
    we went around the cafeteria we went outside and tried to catch up to
    him, and then we walked up to him and turned out to be someone else,"
    Tony explained.
    	"Yeah, and he was a real jerk, too," Bryce said. "Him and his
    friends called us a bunch of diaper faggots and they were giving us all
    crap."
    	"Sorry, didn't mean to keep you waiting," Tony apologized.
    	"That's okay," I said, "and I'm sorry if I might have sounded
    like a prick, I just was wondering what had happened to you all.
    Anyway, I've been sitting here talking to Jay, welcoming him to our
    group."
    	Tony and Luke sat in the remaining two chairs while Bryce grabbed
    a chair from another table and joined us. Each of the other boys
    introduced themselves.
    	"Show him your diapers," I recommended to the other boys. They
    all stood up and lifted their shirts, letting Jay see their diapers.
    	"I wear diapers, too, sort of, Jay said. He got up and, without
    really having to lift his shirt we could all see the bunches of
    waistbands running unevenly around Jay's waist. The pairs that he had
    put on backwards came up a lot higher in the front and I could see the
    waistbands from these pairs showing through his thin, white T-shirt. I
    could even see the double-layered seats.
    	"Why don't you just wear diapers like we do?" Tony asked Jay
    sincerely.
    	"This is what my Mom has me wear," Jay said. I then intervened.
    	"Uhh, guys, we can talk about diapers more once we're in
    private," I said. In a whisper I said, "Jay's a little shy about it." I
    then smiled to Jay and let him know that I was preventing him from
    embarrassment. He smiled back, expressing his appreciation for my being
    sensitive to his feelings.
    	"So when can we all get together?" Luke asked.
    	"I have to ask my Mom if I can come over to you guys's places,"
    Jay said. "Maybe tomorrow."
    	"Sounds cool," Bryce said. "Hey, maybe he can come to the diaper
    meeting this weekend!"
    	"Doesn't he have to be a member?" Luke said.
    	"He can come as a guest," I said. "After all, how else can we get
    new members if don't invite guests?"
    	"Good point," Tony said.
    	"What's this, a club you guys are talking about?" Jay asked us.
    	"Yeah, it's a club called Diaper Boys of America, D.B.A. for
    short," I said. "It's a club for boys who wear diapers."
    	"What about me?" Jay asked, pointing out that he wasn't wearing
    real diapers.
    	"You're close enough," I said. "I'm sure the club rules would
    allow you to join."
    	I didn't want to bring up the fact that it was necessary for
    members to pay dues in order to be officially recognized. I knew that
    Jay, given his signs of living in poverty, would not likely be able to
    pay the dues, but he could always sit in on the meetings as a guest.
    	"How many of you are there in the club?" Jay asked.
    	"Let's see..." I said as I mumbled each member's name and counted
    them up on my fingers.
    	"Me, Tony, Bryce, Luke, uhhh... Nathan, that's five...Aaron,
    and..."
    	Tony saw me slamming my palm against my forehead as I was
    straining to recall the last member's name.
    	"Shit, who am I missing?" I said out loud. "I know there's one
    more."
    	"Derek," Tony said with a satisfied look on his face.
    	"Damn, how could I miss Derek?!" I said as I snapped my fingers.
    "Okay, that makes seven."
    	"Eight when his little brother turns five," Tony added.
    	"Yeah, Steven's gonna be five in January," I said. "Maybe
    Melanie's brother Tyler, that will be nine, as soon as he turns five."
    	"Wow," Jay said. "I didn't know that there were so many kid who
    wore diapers, or well, something like diapers."
    	"I used to wear what you're wearing now," Luke said.
    	"Same here," I said.
    	"Derek did it before he got put into diapers," I added.
    	"I did it, too," Bryce said.
    	"See?" I said to Jay as I lightly nudged him with my elbow.
    "You're not alone."
    	"Thanks guys," Jay said with a relieved smile. "I really do feel
    a lot better now. I have real friends now."
    	"We're glad to have you in our group," I said as I put my arm
    around Jay. At this time the five-minute warning bell had sounded. The
    cafeteria was virtually empty now and they were going around wiping
    down the tables.
    	"Shit, there's the bell, time to haul my diapered butt off to
    class," I said.
    	"Same here," Tony said.
    	"See you tomorrow in P.E.," I said to Jay before we all diverged
    for our sixth period classes.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 115
    ----------------------------

    	I walked into Life Science with about two minutes to go before
    the bell rang. I felt guilty about not finishing my reading assignment.
    Megan brushed her hair back and said "hello" with her alluring smile.
    	"Oh, hi," I said as I took my seat next to her, making sure she'd
    see my diaper showing above my pants before I planted my butt in the
    chair.
    	"Did you finish your reading last night?" I asked Megan as I got
    out my book.
    	"Nahh," she said. "I got bored with it after awhile."
    	"Same here," I said. "How did P.E. class go?"
    	"It's okay, I guess," Megan said as her smile disappeared.
    	"What don't you like about it?" I asked her.
    	"Some of the girls made fun of me for being fat. I went in the
    shower and one of the girls called me a 'Pig Butt.'"
    	"They call me 'Diaper Butt,'" I said.
    	"I know they do, and I'm one of them who does, and I know you're
    cool with it," Megan said. "I just wish I could be cool with them
    calling me that. What's worse is that some of them are saying that *I*
    wear diapers."
    	"What?!" I exclaimed loudly enough to draw attention from others
    in the classroom.
    	"Yeah, because I talk to you they think I wear diapers like you
    do. Some of them are saying 'Hey Megan, since you talk to Diaper Boy,
    now we know what makes your butt look so big.'"
    	"But you don't, I mean-- you don't, right?" I said as I looked
    over at Megan's behind to make sure she didn't suddenly start wearing
    them.
    	"Of course I don't, silly," Megan said as she saw me looking down
    the back of her pants, where I could just barely catch a glimpse of her
    paper-thin panties that were down about an inch below the top of her
    blue jeans.
    	"You just wanted to look at my butt anyway, didn't you?" she
    said, causing me to feel embarrassed.
    	"Yeah, I just like looking back there," I said with a sheepish
    smile.
    	"At least you appreciate my big butt," she said.
    	"Do you appreciate my diaper butt?" I asked Megan.
    	"Yeah, and it's the cutest butt I've seen so far," she said
    flirtatiously. I was getting hard now.
    	By this time the bell had rung and Ms. Watson was ready to begin
    the class. We discussed last night's reading assignment and I picked up
    on the parts that I didn't get to. We then moved on to the next portion
    of the chapter, which involved having to copy down several pages of
    notes. About halfway through the class I was getting bored, and
    apparently so was Megan as she was playing with her long red hair,
    wrapping it around her finger.
    	"What are you doing after school today?" Megan whispered to me.
    	"Well, I was gonna go to Luke's house, now that he's gotten some
    diapers now," I said.
    	"Oh, okay," Megan said, sounding somewhat dejected like she did
    yesterday when I told her that I had other plans. "How did things go
    last night?"
    	"Great," I said. "I went in there just wearing diapers and a
    shirt."
    	"You went to the *mall* in just your diapers?" Megan asked with
    her mouth agape. Once again heads were turning from nearby students who
    were also being turned into zombies by the dull lecture.
    	"Yeah, I was just wearing a long shirt over them, but then I got
    this shirt before I left," I answered, pointing out to Megan my new
    Batman shirt that I got at the mall last night and decided to wear to
    school today. I explained to Megan how I got the shirt for free.
    	"So I changed into it and wore it out of the store, so then
    everyone saw my diapers fully showing when we left. Luke was the same
    way, just diapers and a shirt."
    	"You guys are brave!" Megan said. "That'd be like me going to the
    mall in my underwear."
    	"I wouldn't mind seeing that," I said.
    	"You already have," Megan said.
    	"I know, and even less than that, too," I added.
    	At this point Ms. Watson cleared her throat and raised her voice.
    	"It seems that a few of you are not paying attention!" she said.
    "There's going to be a quiz on this material, so I would advise you all
    to stop talking and listen right now!"
    	I hurriedly copied the notes that were on the overhead projector
    and feigned interest in Ms. Watson's lecture for as long as I could. I
    knew some of this stuff anyway, comparing the differences between plant
    life and animal life. Ms. Watson then asked the class for some examples
    from the reading lesson. Arnold then spoke up.
    	"Uhhh, huh huh, animals, like, you know, have to take a dump, and
    plants don't," he said, using Butthead's voice. Everybody started
    laughing.
    	"Arnold, one more remark like that and I will send you straight
    to Mr. Swain's office! Is that understood?!" Ms. Watson warned sternly.
    	"Yes, ma'am," Arnold said in a more subdued voice. The class
    discussion resumed. I wanted to ask Megan about her plans after school,
    but I didn't want to risk getting sent to Mr. Swain's office. We were
    then given our reading assignment and at that time the bell rang. Megan
    and I walked to our lockers together again and this gave us a couple
    minutes to talk.
    	"Would you like to come over after school sometime?" Megan asked
    me.
    	"Sure," I said. The way Megan said this caused my dick to stiffen
    up again.
    	"I'm sure you can pencil me in somewhere," Megan said half-
    jokingly.
    	"Yeah, the boys and the diaper club have me pretty busy, you
    know," I said in an apologetic tone.
    	"Then maybe I should join the club if I want to see you," Megan
    said with a smirk on her face.
    	"You don't wear diapers, and you're a girl," I said, hoping she
    wasn't serious about any of this. At this point the club was open to
    boys and girls, but because membership has shown to be all boys so far,
    we were going to vote on making it officially an all-boys club at the
    next meeting this Saturday.
    	"I know that," Megan said. "But *somebody* has to change all
    those diapers for you boys," she said.
    	"Oh yeah, we can always use a few more designated diaper
    changers," I said. "Especially If the club keeps growing and more boys
    start coming to the meetings."
    	"I'd be happy to oblige," Megan offered.
    	"Have you met new friends yet?" I asked Megan.
    	"Yeah, I know a couple of nice girls so far, but I sure do miss
    Tracy, though," she said, lamenting her best friend since kindergarten
    moving on her in the middle of last school year. This would be as
    devastating as having Tony move away on me, even with all the other
    friends I now knew.
    	"For now I'm usually home alone after school," Megan said, as if
    to be baiting the hook, so to speak. "I thought maybe we could maybe,
    you know, work on our Life Science homework together."
    	"Sure, that sounds good," I said nervously, knowing damn well
    that doing homework together wasn't what she really had in mind. "Why
    are you home alone?"
    	"Mom and Dad are at work, Scott has soccer, and Bobby has
    football practice," Megan answered.
    	"So, you're all alone?" I asked Megan again.
    	"Yep," she said with a suggestive smile.
    	"And your parents trust you to be alone?"
    	"Let's just say they don't know me very well," Megan said, using
    a naughty-girl type of voice.
    	I stood there for a moment, thinking about whether or not to
    cancel my plans to visit Luke or to at least arrange it so I could see
    him later. I figured Tony was still going over there with him, and I
    knew Tony wouldn't be jealous if I went to Megan's house first. I could
    always join Tony at Luke's house later on.
    	"Okay, I can come over for a little while," I said, being unable
    to resist the temptation now.
    	"You sure?" Megan asked me.
    	"Yeah, I'll just tell Tony what I'm doing, he'll be cool about
    it."
    	"Okay, see you after school," Megan said as she walked off,
    shaking her wide hips in a suggestive fashion. Man, was I ever getting
    hard. I even thought about going into the bathroom to jack off, but I
    didn't want to incur a tardy on account of this. At the same time,
    though. I was also getting more confused about myself. Thinking about
    Jay wearing his thick multi-layered double-seated underpants and
    shitting in them made me just as hard, especially as I had just taken a
    crap in my diaper in the hallway. As expected, this grossed out the
    girl next to me when her nose caught my odors. It wasn't a big dump,
    not big enough to warrant a trip to Nurse Wilson's office, but enough
    for Megan to deal with if she wanted to do anything beyond doing
    homework together.
    	Having diverted my thoughts away from Jay's situation with his
    underpants, I went back to thinking about what Megan and I might be
    doing later on today, which retained my erection at its fullest
    attainable level without being aided by jacking off. Even the rubbing
    of my wet and poopy diaper against me as I walked made me feel like I
    was about to come right there in the hallway. I mulled over these
    conflicting thoughts between diapers and Megan as I walked into Mr.
    Williams' art class. I sat down next to Angela. She asked me if my
    sister knew her brother.
    	"She knows who he is, but she doesn't really know him that much,"
    I said.
    	"How did Mr. Brown treat you?"
    	"About like the condition of my diapers right now," I said.
    Angela was quick to pick up on the hint, especially when she smelled my
    bowel movement. She didn't seem to be bothered by it and was probably
    used to such odors from her older brother. I told Angela about all the
    things he put us through today and she tried to give me sympathy,
    knowing what her older brother Todd had been through with Mr. Brown.
    	Angela also told me that Todd had been to Kidz Klothez to get
    some Thickies diapers and mentioned seeing the flyers for the D.B.A.
    club.
    	"That's cool," I said. "Because me and my friend Tony are the
    Directors for the club," I said. "If Todd wants to, he can come to the
    meeting this Saturday and sit in as a guest."
    	"I'm sure he'd be glad to come," Angela said. "He's pretty nice."
    	Mr. Williams gave us some basic drawing exercises and the class
    period pretty much went without much incident. Before the bell rang Mr.
    Williams reminded us all to have our supplies by Friday.
    	I went to the bus and sat down with Tony. On the way home I
    explained to him that Megan invited me over after school and asked him
    how long he would be at Luke's house.
    	"At least a couple hours," Tony said. "Just as long as I get home
    before dark," he said.
    	"I probably won't spend too long at Megan's," I said. "She knows
    I want to come see you guys afterwards. Besides, she only has the house
    to herself until about 5:00."
    	As expected, Tony was cool with my change of plans and he didn't
    mind that I was going to be with Megan. I said goodbye to him and told
    him I would see him later. When I got home I ran into the house, hoping
    that Lisa or Cindy wouldn't question where I was going or why I was
    leaving again in such a hurry. Cindy was gone, but Lisa was there.
    	"Could you tell Mom that I'm going to Luke's house?" I asked
    Lisa.
    	"I'm going to be gone before Mom gets home," Lisa said. "I have
    to work tonight."
    	"Oh, never mind then," I said. With this I wrote a note for Mom,
    explaining that I would be at Luke's house. Obviously I left out the
    detail about going to Megan's house first.
    	"How's your diaper?" Lisa asked me.
    	"It's fine," I said.
    	"I can smell it from here that you need a change," Lisa said.
    	"I know, but Luke's going to practice changing diapers and he's
    gonna change me," I said, making up a good excuse to not get changed
    right then and there.
    	"Okay," Lisa said. I don't know if she was wanting to change me
    or just making sure that I was taking care of myself and trying to get
    me to become more independent and encourage me to change my own
    diapers.
    	I grabbed my book bag, not because Megan and I were really going
    to do any homework, but because it contained a supply of diapers and
    that Megan would be changing me when I got there, at least I was hoping
    this was what she wanted to do, among other things.
    	Knowing that each precious second I saved getting to Megan's
    house would mean more time to be alone with her, I pedaled my bike over
    to her house as quickly as I could. I hid my bike in the shrubbery in
    case someone came home early. Seeing that there were no cars in the
    driveway, I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping that
    Megan and only Megan would be there.
    	"Hello," she greeted me as she opened the door. She had since
    then changed out of her blue jeans and blouse and into a pair of high-
    cut shorts and a tight T-shirt.
    	"Come on in," she said. She closed the door behind me and locked
    it. She invited me over to the couch and told me to have a seat. I was
    very nervous, but at the same time very excited, too.
    	"So, are we doing homework?" I asked her.
    	"Oh come on," Megan said. "You didn't *really* think that's what
    I had in mind, was it?" she asked me.
    	"Nah, I didn't think so," I said as my voice cracked.
    	"Relax," Megan told me in a soft voice. Have a seat. I'll bring
    you something to drink."
    	"Great, you have Coke?"
    	"Sure, I'll get you one."
    	As Megan turned towards the kitchen I stared at her nice, large
    butt. I rubbed myself as I thought about what we would probably be
    doing later this afternoon.
    	We spent the first few minutes sitting on the couch together
    while watching TV. I'm sure she didn't want to just cut to the chase
    and wanted to at least give me a few minutes to get settled in. During
    this time we talked about different things. Megan talked about the new
    girls she had met and had hoped that they would be as fun as Tracy was.
    I told Megan about Jay.
    	"Oh, just like what you used to wear," Megan said. She then told
    me about her nine-year-old brother Scott having diarrhea over the
    weekend and how she told him to deal with it.
    	"I told him to put all his underwear on and wear it like a
    diaper," Megan said. He refused and then got mad, so Mom asked me what
    he was yelling about and I told her. And you know what she said?"
    	"What did she say?"
    	"She said, 'that's a good idea, Megan.' And she sent Scott to his
    room and told him to keep putting on his underwear until he couldn't
    fit any more pairs."
    	"Cool!" I said. "How many pairs did he have on?"
    	"I have no idea, but I can assure you it was a lot," Megan
    answered, knowing this was what I would want to hear.
    	"So Mom asked me where I got that idea, and I told her that I
    knew a boy at school who wore his underwear like that."
    	"Do you think he liked it?" I asked Megan.
    	"He said he didn't, but I think he did," Megan said. "He didn't
    take it off until 11:00 Sunday morning."
    	"Did he poop in it?"
    	"Oh yeah, he did, he definitely did," Megan replied. "He
    complained about not being able to get all his underwear off when he
    had to go, but Mom said that he was getting all his underwear dirty
    anyway and told him to just poop in his diaper. She even called it a
    diaper."
    	"Did he wear any pajamas over it?" came my next question.
    	"Nope, he got those dirty, so he had to wear his underwear out in
    the open."
    	"Awesome!" I said.
    	"Oh, and I took some pictures of him, too!" Megan said. "I'll let
    you see the pictures as soon as the roll gets developed."
    	Megan and I continued to watch TV some more. Actually, she was
    more or less flipping through channels. Not much on at this time of
    day. It was mostly talk shows on the network stations and there wasn't
    much on cable, either. During this time I thought about Megan's little
    brother possibly being a potential diaper boy.
    	"Do you think your brother would like to wear diapers?" I asked
    Megan.
    	"Hard to say," Megan said. "Like I said, he didn't seem to mind
    staying in his underwear and not changing it until Mom told him to get
    dressed at 11:00."
    	"Maybe we can plant one of my diapers in his room and then see if
    he takes it and uses it."
    	"We could do that, but then he might wonder where the diaper came
    from," Megan said. "He already knows about you, of course. He'll know
    you were here."
    	"Tell him that you asked me to give you a diaper at school," I
    suggested.
    	"Okay, but then I would have to explain why I brought the diaper
    home and planted it in his room," Megan said. "I don't think it's gonna
    work. And I still don't know for sure if he would like to wear diapers
    just because he didn't get dressed until late that morning."
    	"Yeah, maybe you're right," I said, agreeing that there was too
    much risk involved. I had a feeling that if her brother saw a diaper in
    his drawer he would probably want to save it and use it when nobody was
    around. He'd probably know that Megan planted it there but wouldn't
    want her to know that he had found it and used it. My intuition was
    telling me that this bet was in my favor. I didn't want to argue with
    Megan about it just as I was getting hornier by the minute.
    	The time was 3:45 PM and there was a little more than an hour to
    go before someone was expected to come home. Megan was obviously
    getting bored with the TV and we were running out of other things to
    talk about, so she was getting ready to make her first move. She hinted
    at this by moving closer to me.
    	"You're starting to smell, Chris," she said. "I think you need a
    diaper change."
    	"Okay," I said, feeling nervous.
    	"Take your pants off and get down on the floor and I'll take care
    of you," she said. I stood up and started removing my pants, but then
    Megan stopped me.
    	"Hold it," she said. "Let me have the honors." With this, Megan
    unfastened my pants and pulled them down, exposing to her my very wet
    and soiled diaper. She felt the front of it, running her hand several
    times over the tent that my hard dick was making in my diaper. She then
    grabbed at the crotch of my diaper, feeling the wet diaper material.
    	"Ooh! You're a wet boy, aren't you!" she said. She told me to
    hold still for a moment. She went into the bathroom to get a towel. She
    spread it out on the floor and told me to lie down on it. I took my
    position and Megan removed the diaper. My dick stood at full attention
    as Megan noted how happy "Mr. Happy" was right now.
    	"Oh boy, we's gots a mess to cleans up," she said in a cute voice
    as she looked at my poopy bottom. She made another trip to the bathroom
    to get a wash rag. She brought it over to me, using a small bucket
    filled with warm water to soak it in. She then wiped my bottom clean
    and rinsed out the rag in the bucket, repeating this process until my
    butt was clean. She ran the rag all over my balls and my dick to wipe
    up the urine. After she got the initial layers of pee and poop cleaned
    off, she went back to the bathroom and emptied out the bucket. She
    rinsed it clean and she rinsed the rag she used to eliminate any
    incriminating evidence. Meanwhile I just lay there anticipating what
    was yet to come. I played with myself while thinking about Megan. I
    then reminded myself to stop and not to "waste it" before Megan had her
    turn.
    	Megan returned with a dry washcloth and she wiped my butt dry,
    working her way up through my crotch and over my balls and then my
    dick.
    	"Let me know if I'm overdoing it," Megan said, knowing how
    sensitive we boys were to these things and how long it takes us to
    "recharge."
    	"You're fine," I said. After Megan dried me off she got one of my
    Thickies diapers out of my book bag. She knew the routine well. She had
    me lift my butt up so that she could slide the diaper in place beneath
    me. She pulled it up tightly into my crotch. My balls and my dick were
    forced upward by the force that Megan applied to the diaper. She then
    fastened the tapes. After my diaper was on tightly and securely Megan
    "examined" the front of my diaper some more by running her hand over it
    several times.
    	At this point I was done. Megan, of course, took this opportunity
    to pat my diapered bottom. I asked her what she was going to do with my
    wet and dirty diaper.
    	"Take it with you when you leave and dump it in some unsuspecting
    shmuck's garbage can," she suggested. We giggled as I thought about how
    funny this would be as I imagined the reaction that the person would
    get from finding my soiled diaper in their trash. Perhaps I could leave
    it in the trash at Chuck's house on my way to Luke's house, but that
    would be too obvious in case anyone spotted it.
    	Megan stood before me, looking at the diaper she just put on me.
    	"How did I do?" she asked.
    	"You did good, really good," I said. I then looked down at her
    shorts, staring at the button and the zipper. Megan grabbed my hands
    and directed them to the button.
    	"Your turn," she said. Without hesitation I proceeded to remove
    her shorts. I pulled them down and revealed her panties, which had been
    dampened in the front from her own excitement. When I had her shorts to
    her ankles she stepped out of them and then kicked them away, landing
    on top of my pants.
    	I could feel the tension mounting. How I wish Megan hadn't
    diapered me just yet.
    	"Sit down," Megan told me as she directed me back to the couch.
    	"Okay," I said, wondering why she was having me sit down.
    	"What are you doing?" I asked her.
    	"Just wait," she said. She then sauntered off down the hallway. I
    stared at her big butt, clad only in a skimpy pair of panties. When she
    came back she had a videotape in her hand.
    	"What is that?" I asked her. She took the tape out of the box and
    then handed the box to me.
    	"This," she said. It was a porno video! I had never watched one
    before. I had seen girlie mags, and they were okay, but they really
    didn't interest me a whole lot unless they showed people actually
    having sex. Obviously this video would be showing some really raunchy
    stuff from the scenes that were shown on the back of the box.
    	I looked up at Megan and she was bending over in front of the
    VCR, making sure I would get a good look at her plump, thinly veiled
    butt cheeks.
    	"Where did you get this?" I asked her.
    	"Bobby has a stash of videos," Megan said. "I like to sneak them
    from his room and watch them when nobody's home."
    	Megan remained in her bent-over position as she inserted the tape
    into the VCR. She pressed the counter reset button to mark the place on
    the tape to fast forward to afterwards so that her brother would never
    know that Megan and I had viewed it. She rewound the tape and then took
    her position on the couch next to me. With the remote control in hand
    she pressed PLAY when the tape was ready and she skipped through the
    FBI warnings and shit.
    	"Ever watch a fuck flick before?" Megan asked me.
    	"No, I haven't," I said.
    	"You will now," she said. We watched the first few minutes of the
    show, which was just a set-up for the plot that was to follow. It
    wasn't much of a plot, and the acting was very poor at best, and the
    music was quite cheesy, but I didn't think regular viewers of such
    material really cared, and Seiskel and Ebert never rated such films
    anyway.
    	As the action intensified in the movie, so did my arousal. Megan
    slipped her hands under my shirt and then she removed it.
    	"So long, Batman," she said as she tossed my shirt over to the
    pile of clothes already on the floor. She then asked me to do the same.
    Eventually she had me take off her panties. At this point we were
    making out and fondling each other. I still had my diaper on for now. I
    hated to waste a good diaper since once it was off the tapes would not
    refasten. At the same time I didn't get to do what I was doing very
    often, so I decided to remove the diaper anyway. Without any clothes on
    except for our socks, we moved down to the floor and closer to the TV.
    	"Wanna do what they're doing?" Megan asked me.
    	"Oh yeah," I said.
    	We didn't make it through even half the movie before it was time
    for me to finish. We pretty much did everything that was going on in
    the movie at one time or another. I couldn't believe that I could
    remain erect for as long as I did without ejaculating since usually
    when I masturbated I could bring myself to come within five to ten
    minutes. I think nervousness was the only thing that kept me from going
    over the edge too soon.
    	With the movie still running and the action still going on the
    screen, both Megan and I lay there and rested, recovering from our
    activity.
    	"Thanks again," I said in a groggy voice.
    	"You were good, even better than last time," Megan said. I looked
    up at the clock on the VCR and it said 4:35 PM.
    	"What time does someone usually get home?" I asked Megan.
    	"Around 5:00," she said. "At least that's when Scott came home
    from soccer practice yesterday."
    	We decided that we'd better get dressed and get rid of any
    evidence of my being here. Megan put her clothes on first while I
    waited for her so that she could re-diaper me. I hated to discard an
    unused diaper, so I asked Megan if she had some tape available.
    	"Oh yeah," she said. She went into the small office down the hall
    and brought out a roll of two-inch wide clear mailing tape.
    	"This ought to work," she said. With this, she had me lie down on
    the towel again where she pulled the diaper up into my crotch tightly
    again. This time my dick was limp and reddened from the recent
    activity. It was also very sensitive and I winced as Megan pulled the
    diaper over my stomach. She then applied the end of the tape roll to my
    diaper and then secured the sides. She then decided to wrap it around
    my entire waist five or six times, covering the top half of my diaper
    with a solid layer of tape.
    	"There, that should hold awhile," she said.
    	"Thanks," I replied. "Now how am I going to explain it to Cindy
    or whoever changes me tonight why there's so much tape on my diaper?"
    	"Easy," Megan said. "You said you're going to Luke's, right?"
    	"Oh yeah!" I said. "I'll explain that Luke tried diapering me and
    he had some trouble, so we had to take the diaper off and start over."
    	"That should work," Megan said. I then put my shirt and my pants
    back on, and then my shoes.
    	"Thanks for having me over," I said. "best 'study session' I ever
    had."
    	"Same here," Megan said. The time was getting dangerously close
    to 5:00 and I knew that I had to get going, but I couldn't leave
    without at least suggesting one more time to Megan that she try to bait
    her little brother's room with a diaper to see if he goes for it.
    	"Well, okay," Megan said after giving it some thought. "The worst
    he can do is get mad at me for putting it there." With this, she took
    one of the Thickies diapers from out of my book bag and placed it in
    Scott's underwear drawer.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said as I left Megan's house.
    	My body still felt limp and weak from the time I spent with
    Megan, which made it harder to keep a good, brisk pace on my bike. I
    had my left hand on the handlebar while my right hand was being used to
    hold my dirty diaper. I kept riding, hoping that at least someone would
    have their garbage can out on the sidewalk, but no such luck. It was
    then that I remembered that the trash was picked up yesterday and that
    nobody would likely have their cans out now, damn! I figured I could
    dispose of the diaper at Luke's house, now that their garbage was going
    to be twice as full of used diapers anyway with Luke's reentry into
    diaper-boyhood.
    	I took a different route out of the subdivision so that I
    wouldn't have to ride by my own house going to Luke's house. After I
    crossed the busy street I continued on my way. As I was riding along I
    was thinking about what Megan and I did that afternoon, once again
    feeling that I had ventured into unfamiliar territory being that she
    was a girl and that our activities didn't fully involve diapers like it
    did with the boys. I didn't even think to go the long way around to
    avoid Chuck's house. By the time I realized that I had passed the
    turnoff I decided, screw it, he's probably not outside anyway. Boy, was
    I wrong.
    	"Hey Chris!" Chuck yelled at me as I went by. I started pedaling
    faster, hoping to get well ahead of him before he had a chance to catch
    me. Right away he was on his bike and gaining on me. Shit!
    	"You still owe me forty dollars, you stupid little shit!" he
    yelled.
    	"Don't got it!" I shouted back.
    	"I'll get it one way or another!" he said. He rode up to my left
    side, trying to kick me over and knock me off my bike, but I quickly
    jogged to the right, narrowly avoiding his foot. Man, how I wish I had
    a stake to throw into his spokes like Tony did. All I had was a dirty
    diaper, which, as I thought about it, could serve its purpose almost as
    well here.
    	I had to move the dirty diaper from my right hand to my left in
    order to execute my trick. It wasn't until now that Chuck realized that
    I was carrying the diaper.
    	"Oh, does a little boy need a diaper change?" Chuck asked me in a
    taunting voice.
    	"No, but you may need to change your shirt," I said. With this I
    let go of one side of the diaper, letting the weight of the pissy-poopy
    contents open it up. I had the dirty side facing backwards. I had to
    act quickly so that Chuck wouldn't have a chance to dodge the messy
    missile that I was about to launch towards him. I tossed the soiled
    diaper behind me, causing it to fly right into Chuck's face. His nose
    and mouth must have been covered with shit the instant the diaper
    struck him. This distracted Chuck enough to cause him to wipe out. I
    only looked behind me for a couple seconds to survey the damage. Chuck
    was busy wiping the poop off of his face.
    	"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!" Chuck shouted
    angrily. "I'll find out where you live and...!" I heard him shouting
    just as I went out of earshot of his wrath. I couldn't wait to tell
    Tony, Luke and Nathan about this when I got to their house.
    	I went to the door at Luke's house and rang the doorbell. How
    nice it was to not have to hide my bike or be afraid that I'd get
    caught by his parents or by his cousin Eric.
    	Luke came to the door dressed in very thick Thickies cloth
    diapers. The sight of his diapered butt was enough to re-awaken my dick
    from its rest following the workout Megan gave it.
    	"How's it going?" I asked Luke.
    	"Great!" he said as he danced around the room in his diapers.
    	"I'm in diapers! I'm in diapers! I'm in diapers, diapers,
    DIAPERS!" he said in a singsong sort of fashion while spanking his own
    butt. I gave him a high five and spanked him a couple times.
    	"You're still in pants, dude!" he said. "Take them off!"
    	"It'd be a pleasure!" I said. With this I took off my pants for
    the fourth time today and tossed them aside. Luke looked at the tape
    wrapped around my waist and asked me about it.
    	"I had to take my diaper off before I used it, and I didn't want
    to waste a good diaper. You know how expensive those Thickies are."
    	"That I do," he said, recalling how much his diapers cost his
    mother last night.
    	"Where is everyone?" I asked Luke.
    	"Out in the back yard, come on," he said.
    	I followed Luke out to the back yard and met with Tony and
    Nathan. Tony was in just his disposable diaper and he looked like he
    was due for a change. Nathan's butt was heavily bundled in a thick pack
    of cloth, and seeing both him and Luke like this, it made me wish that
    I had my cloth diapers on, too. Once again I felt that I was back in
    more familiar territory as I was with my diaper boy buddies now.
    	I told the other boys about what went on at Megan's house,
    leaving out no details. I even let Nathan in on it, since he knew all
    about this sort of stuff anyway. They all roared when I told them about
    throwing the dirty diaper into Chuck's face.
    	"Sort of gives the phrase 'shit-faced' a whole new meaning!" Tony
    quipped.
    	"You've said that one already," I reminded Tony.
    	"When?" he asked.
    "Remember when you said it while we were talking about playing
    Twister?"
    	"Oh yeah," he said.
    	"Hey, let's play Twister! That'd be fun to do in diapers!" Luke
    suggested. He immediately ran into the house and brought out their
    Twister game. He laid the mat out on the patio. We all knew the rules
    and went ahead and played a few rounds. I felt myself getting hard
    again as Luke had his diapered butt pressed up into my face. I could
    smell his poopy diaper, too, in spite of all the diapers he was
    wearing.
    	"You pooped in your diapers, huh?" I said to him.
    	"Yep, twice now, big dumps, too, I can feel it all over my butt,"
    he said. "Tony and Nathan both diapered me when they got here, and then
    we diapered Nathan."
    	After we played Twister we were all very horny from being in such
    close proximity to each other's diapered rumps and crotches. Even I was
    ready for more fun after my romp with Megan. Nathan wasn't old enough
    to come in his diapers yet, but he told us that wearing thick diapers
    and seeing Luke wearing them always made his dick hard and he liked
    rubbing it through his diapers. Luke sat down on top of me with his
    heavily diapered rear end facing me and then scooted back and forth
    over my hard-on until I came again. It was a dry come this time, but
    the tingling sensation was still there. It made me wish I had saved all
    my ejaculation instead of spending it on Megan. The guilt from being
    with Megan was starting to set in again and I vowed to only masturbate
    myself or have the other boys jack me off from now on. There was never
    any guilt whenever I did anything with them, and there was no danger of
    pregnancy, either.
    	Luke also helped Tony to get relief from his horniness and then
    Tony reciprocated by sitting on Luke and riding his diapered front.
    Luke wasn't up to producing semen yet, but he told us that he got the
    feeling from masturbating.
    	After this we played a short game of soccer in the back yard.
    Since Tony and I were in disposable diapers, we could move around
    faster. To make things fair, Tony and I split off. I teamed up with
    Nathan and Luke and Tony were on the other team. We weren't even
    keeping score.
    	It was about 6:30 now and it would take us awhile to get back. I
    told my mother in my note that I would be home in time for dinner and I
    was already running late. I gave her a call to let her know Tony and I
    were headed home. Before we left I changed Tony's diaper for him. We
    put our pants on and rode back home.
    	We didn't have time to take the long way around, so we took our
    chances and rode past Chuck's house in spite of my latest run-in with
    him. Before we got to that point I saw the diaper that I had thrown at
    Chuck and it was still lying on the ground in the gutter. I picked it
    up and took it with me since it was my diaper after all, and thus my
    trash, and that to have left it there would have made me a litterbug. I
    carried it the rest of the way home with me. Tony split off from me and
    headed back to his house.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said as I watched him disappear into the
    dim light of dusk. Cindy changed me into my cloth diapers first thing.
    	"What's with all the tape?" Cindy asked me as she ended up having
    to use scissors to remove my disposable diaper.
    	"Oh, well, Luke was practicing diaper changes and he screwed up,
    so we had to use tape to put my diaper back on," I said, feeling
    confident that I had delivered my explanation flawlessly. Cindy didn't
    suspect a thing about Megan and said, "I'd be happy to give Luke some
    lessons."
    	Mom had kept some dinner warm for me. It was just leftovers from
    last night's spaghetti dinner, anyway, but still good. I still had all
    my homework to do, so this took the better part of the rest of my
    evening. I still had time to start work on my summer vacation story,
    which was too fun to even consider to be homework.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 116
    ----------------------------

    	I woke up Thursday morning thinking about yesterday's romp with
    Megan, being the second time that I had done it with her. I wasn't
    thinking about it so much in a pleasant sense, but more in a sense that
    I didn't feel right about myself to take advantage of her being alone
    and that, well, I just didn't feel like I was my real self when I was
    with her. I was a diaper boy, and diaper boys enjoy the company of
    other diaper boys. Having sex with a girl was just not within my
    character, I thought. I hoped to be able to talk to Megan about my
    concerns after Life Science class.
    	Tony, Bryce, Luke and I met during the mid-morning break. I
    looked for Jay but I didn't see him in the cafeteria anywhere. I
    figured he was probably too poor to even afford an extra cinnamon roll
    and a milk or orange juice during the day and therefore didn't come to
    the cafeteria in the morning. We carried on with our usual activities
    and discussions. When Tony and I headed for math class we saw Jay
    coming out of the bathroom carrying a plastic grocery bag. A pile of
    underwear was stuffed into it as I could see several waistbands
    showing. I had a feeling these were his soiled underpants, especially
    once I caught a whiff of the odor.
    	"Hey Jay!" I said to get his attention as we caught up with him.
    	"Oh, hi guys," he said quietly. Tony and I walked with him to his
    locker.
    	"What's your next class?" I asked Jay.
    	"Math," he said.
    	"Same here," both Tony and I said at the same time.
    	"But it's just basic math since I'm not very good at it," Jay
    said glumly.
    	"Ahh, that's okay," I replied as I patted him on the shoulder.
    "I'm not exactly cut out to be a rocket scientist myself."
    	Jay opened his locker and stuffed the bag full of soiled
    underwear up on the top shelf. A strong odor wafted out into the
    hallway as he opened the locker, repelling the throngs of students
    walking in the vicinity of the odor source. He had another bag up there
    as well, which was also stuffed full of underwear. Whether it was clean
    or not I didn't know. Down below he had yet another bag full of
    underwear on top of his books. It seemed that Jay brought extra changes
    of underwear to school and changed himself in the bathroom after he
    pooped in them. He then had to keep his dirty underwear with him all
    day. I knew he would find it a lot easier to wear disposable diapers to
    school and have the nurse change him instead, but I figured he had his
    reasons for his circumstances. I wanted to find out just what these
    circumstances were.
    	"See you in P.E.," he said as I walked away.
    	"You mean 'punishment endurance,' right?" I said as a joke. Jay
    cracked a smile as Tony and I sauntered off to our math class, which
    for the most part was uneventful. When Tony and I each had a bowel
    movement during a quiz this momentarily disrupted things, but Mr.
    Reiner quickly restored order to his class.
    	Fourth period had arrived, and while I wasn't looking forward to
    dealing with Mr. Brown or the other boys, I was hoping that I would get
    a chance to talk to Jay and maybe find out more about his situation, at
    least somewhat, since I knew he was too shy to talk about it around
    other people.
    	Most of the other boys were already dressed down and ready to go
    while Tony and I were busy changing out of poopy diapers that we
    decided to leave on during the quiz that Mr. Reiner was giving today.
    In spite of their apparent insecurity about being labeled as faggots,
    all of the other boys looked down our row and gazed at us wearing our
    diapers, probably out of curiosity and perhaps out of contempt.
    	"Quit staring at my butt!" one boy shouted, causing one curious
    onlooker to turn red in the face and back away. A moment later Mr.
    Brown stood at the edge of the row and blew his whistle.
    	"C'mon!" he shouted. "We don't have all day for you boys to
    change your diapers!" Greg, the assistant coach, sent the other boys
    out of the locker room while Mr. Brown stood impatiently and waited. He
    was running his stopwatch.
    	"I've stood here for thirty seconds!" he said. Then it was "45
    seconds!", then "sixty seconds, that's a whole minute, you know!"
    	"No shit, Shirlock, really?" I muttered, causing Tony to laugh.
    	"We're hurrying, all right?!" one kid snapped.
    	"Don't you back-talk to me, young man!" Mr. Brown snapped at him.
    	"You don't know how long it takes to change a diaper, do you?"
    another kid said.
    	"As a matter of fact, I do, unfortunately," Mr. Brown said. "And
    you boys are taking too damn long, now hustle, it's been 90 seconds!"
    he shouted, rapidly pounding his finger on the face of his stopwatch.
    	I was curious how Mr. Brown knew how long a diaper change would
    take. Perhaps he was just saying this to get us to hurry up. Either
    that, or he had young kids at home, which for some reason I doubted. To
    speed things up, Tony and I helped each other with the tapes on our
    diapers. When we were dressed we walked by Mr. Brown and saluted him.
    	"Reporting for duty, SIR!" Tony and I said in unison as we
    mockingly stood at attention before him.
    	"Get your butts out there!" Mr. Brown said angrily. He shoved
    both of us as we walked past him. It was a light shove, but enough to
    warrant a formal complaint in my opinion. I wanted to pop him in the
    chops, but I didn't want to get in trouble with this bastard. I should
    have at least told him never to touch me like that again.
    	We joined the other boys who were waiting for us. We got the
    usual taunts and insults, and of course Mr. Brown did nothing to stop
    them. Mr. Brown put us through the standard warm-up regimen and then
    told us what we would be doing today.
    	"Today, you boys are going to play a little game of touch
    football! I'd like to make it tackle football, but well, we just don't
    have the equipment or the parental consent forms available for that
    right now."
    	"Football? Uhhh, football?" I thought to myself. "I think I've
    seen it on TV a time or two, maybe." Tony and I looked at each other
    and shrugged, both knowing that we were in a predicament now. Each of
    us knew virtually nothing about playing football and neither of us ever
    had any interest in the game.
    	"I assume you all know the rules to football, because I ain't
    gonna waste my time explaining stuff that you should already know!" Mr.
    Brown said. "If you don't, well, then you'd better learn mighty fast!
    Any questions?"
    	Tony and I looked at each other. We seemed to be able to
    communicate our thoughts telepathically between each other since each
    of us was waiting to see if the other one would raise his hand. Tony
    was the brave soul who decided to face the evil Mr. Brown and voice his
    concerns.
    	"Mr. Brown?" Tony said with his voice cracking. Right as he said
    this, he realized that he had slipped.
    	"Coach Brown, Coach Brown! Sorry!" Tony said hastily as Mr. Brown
    gave him a cold stare.
    	"Yes?" he replied impatiently.
    	"So, what if we *don't* know how to play, uhh, football?" Tony
    stuttered as he spoke. Most of the class started laughing and teasing
    Tony for not knowing anything about football. Mr. Brown rolled his
    eyes.
    	"You got them diapers on too tight or something?!" Mr. Brown
    said. "You weren't listening to me, where you?! What did I say?!"
    	"Uhhh, I'm not sure," Tony replied meekly.
    	"I said that I ain't gonna waste my time explaining the damn
    game!" Mr. Brown said as he threw down his clipboard and sent papers
    flying everywhere.
    	"This ain't a kindergarten class, even though one might think it
    is, being that we got a few boys here who still can't seem to grasp the
    concept of taking a potty break once in awhile!"
    	The other boys started laughing again. I was so angry at Mr.
    Brown for insulting us diaper boys in such a flagrant manner. I felt as
    if horns were growing out of my forehead, my eyes were glowing red and
    I was breathing fire. I wished that lightning would strike him dead on
    the spot right now, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky, so that hope
    was out. Maybe he'd have the heart attack that I dreamed he'd someday
    have instead.
    	"Now look what you made me do!" Mr. Brown said as he pointed to
    the papers that had become separated from his clipboard.
    	"We didn't do that, sir," I said. "You did."
    	"SHUT UP!" Mr. Brown shouted. "Now come over here and help me
    pick my papers up!" he ordered Tony.
    	"Just kick him in the nuts, Tony!" I thought to myself, imagining
    how great it would be to watch him actually do it. Instead I watched
    Tony obediently become Mr. Brown's slave for a minute or so. Mr. Brown
    didn't do a thing as he stood there and waited for Tony to retrieve all
    the papers that were on his clipboard. The light breeze had blown some
    of the papers around. Every time Tony bent over to pick up a paper
    someone shouted, "your DIAPER'S showing!" Just to add to the
    embarrassment, Mr. Brown ran his stopwatch and timed Tony.
    	"Thirty-four seconds," Mr. Brown said. "Not fast enough! Maybe
    without those diapers you'd move a little more quickly!"
    	"Why don't you shove that stopwatch up your ass, Mr. Brown!" I
    muttered as I imagined him literally doing this.
    	"Now let's stop screwing around and play some football!" Mr.
    Brown said as he blew his whistle and directed us over to the field.
    Tony and I felt so helpless now, being forced into playing a game that
    neither of us had any clue about.
    	Greg then asked the class for two volunteers to serve as team
    captains. About a dozen hands went up. The two biggest boys, one of
    them being Hugh, were selected. One at a time, the team captains picked
    players for their teams. It was no surprise that all of the diaper boys
    remained (including Jay, who wasn't recognized as a diaper boy in the
    class) when everyone else was picked. I was hoping Tony and I would be
    on the same team, but Tony was second to last to be chosen and I was
    left standing alone, forcing me to join Hugh's team.
    	Mr. Brown blew his whistle and told us to get in formation. I had
    no idea what to do, so Mr. Brown yelled at me and told me to get into
    position. Whatever.
    	"You don't know how to play football?" the kid next to me said.
    	"Uhh, no, could you maybe tell me what I should do?" I asked
    humbly, hoping that perhaps he would offer some quick information.
    	"Yeah, go back to your crib and take a nap, diaper baby!" he
    said. "Figures that a kid who wears diapers wouldn't know shit about
    football!"
    	At this moment everyone started running around the field and
    throwing the football around. For awhile I just ran along with the
    other boys, pretending to look like I was involved, but everyone knew
    that I was clueless and was worthless to the team. After about ten
    minutes or so I just stood there without any idea what the hell was
    going on. I was glad to see that I wasn't the only one with his head up
    his diapered butt. Jay was also on my team and he didn't seem to know
    anything about the game, either.
    	"Man, this sucks!" I said to Jay. "I don't know anything about
    playing football, do you?"
    	"No," he said. "I wish I didn't even have to take this class!"
    	"Me, neither," I replied. "Why can't we go lift weights or
    something instead?"
    	A moment later Tony joined us. None of us was even participating
    as the other boys just ran around us as if we were invisible. It seemed
    that a couple of the other diaper boys weren't too sure about what they
    were supposed to be doing, either, but they at least tried to blend in
    with the others.
    	"You wanna come over to my house after school?" I asked Jay.
    	"Uhh, sure," he said after hesitating. "But I have to tell my
    sister Lori first."
    	"You'll see her at lunch, won't you?" I said.
    	"Yeah," he replied. "I have to ask her if I can go over to our
    place."
    	"Why do you have to tell her and get her permission?" I asked.
    	"Because she's in charge of me after school, as well as my other
    sister Jolene," Jay answered. "Since my Mom doesn't get home until
    after 7:00 my sisters look after me until then."
    	"I know the feeling," I said. "I have two older sisters, too, but
    at least my Mom was always home until she started working again a
    couple years ago."
    	For the next five minutes or so the three of us just walked
    around the field, oblivious to the game that we were supposed to be
    playing. Suddenly, Mr. Brown blew his whistle.
    	"Barrett! Nelson! Simmons!" he shouted while pointing to the
    ground in front of him. "Over here now, front and center!"
    	The three of us approached Mr. Brown, knowing that he was going
    to chew our butts for not participating in the game.
    	"You boys stop standing around and farting in your diapers and
    get out there and play!" Mr. Brown commanded us as he pointed to the
    field.
    	"But Mr. Brown," I said. "Excuse me, sir, Coach Brown, I am so
    sorry," I said with a hint of sarcasm. "Some of us just don't know how
    to play football."
    	"Yeah, I mean, we've never played it before," Tony added.
    	"We've never played it before!" Mr. Brown repeated, using a
    mocking "wimp" voice. "Every boy should know how to play football!"
    	"But my dad's never shown me how to play!" I offered as an
    excuse. My voice echoed my frustration with Mr. Brown's unrealistic
    expectations of me and my friends.
    	"And why's that?" Mr. Brown asked. Was I about to have an actual
    dialog with this man and maybe even have a chance to reason with him?
    	"I never showed any interest, so my dad never expected me to play
    it," I explained.
    	"My dad doesn't even live with me!" Tony said.
    	"Neither does my dad!" Jay added.
    	"Dads, schmads!" Mr. Brown said rudely. "That's no excuse! I bet
    half those boys out there don't have a father figure in their lives,
    but that don't stop them from playing football!" Mr. Brown said. He
    then looked directly at me.
    	"Seeing that you're the biggest diaper freak this school has ever
    seen, I wouldn't be surprised that your dad wears diapers, too, and
    that he taught you how to wear them!"
    	I was so mad, but yet I was so frustrated now that I wanted to
    cry. I have never hated a teacher more than Mr. Brown. Trying as hard
    as I could to retain my composure, I said, "Mr. Brown, even if my dad
    did wear diapers and told me to wear them, too, that wouldn't be any of
    your damn business!"
    	Mr. Brown just stared at me stoically. He wasn't the least bit
    fazed by my defensive comments.
    	"Do you have anything else to add?" he asked me, as if to
    challenge me to push myself further, probably hoping to send me to the
    principal's office.
    	"And by the way, it is Coach Brown," he said in a more subdued
    voice.
    	"Can't we play something else besides football, COACH BROWN?" I
    asked Mr. Brown, sarcastically emphasizing his name.
    	"No! You boys are going to learn how to play football! I should
    have known that you diaper boys would do this!"
    	"Why do you think that all boys who wear diapers don't know how
    to play football?" I asked him.
    	"Because they just don't!" Mr. Brown replied. "Anyone who pees
    and craps himself isn't fit to play football!"
    	"What about Todd Bivens?" I said. Suddenly a look of trepidation
    came over Mr. Brown.
    	"Who's he?" Mr. Brown asked.
    	"You fucking liar!" I thought to myself. "You damn well know who
    he is!"
    	"His sister told me that he got kicked off the team last year for
    having to wear diapers," I said. Mr. Brown looked like he was losing
    his composure.
    	"Don't ever mention that name around me again!" he shot back at
    me. "Now you diaper boys quit wasting my time and get the hell out
    there and play the game!"
    	By the time Tony, Jay and me got back out to the game we only had
    about five minutes left to play before Mr. Brown blew his whistle and
    sent us back into the locker room to shower and get changed. Thank God
    that was over now, I thought. I hoped we would do something different
    tomorrow, anything but football.
    	We hadn't seen the girls P.E. class until this point as they had
    been playing soccer at the opposite end of the field. How I wished we
    boys could have played soccer instead since I actually knew how to play
    that game, more or less. The boys and girls P.E. classes converged as
    we funneled into the gymnasium and then into our respective locker
    rooms. I saw Megan running ahead of me. I couldn't help but to stare at
    her big butt in those shorts and then think about what we did the day
    before, but while I thought about this I felt that I had departed from
    the diaper boy whom I felt I really was.
    	As Tony and I both had clean diapers on we both decided to leave
    them on as we went into the shower together. Hugh thought that it would
    be funny to flip his towel at me. Even though there was a big sign that
    clearly stated in red letters NO FLIPPING TOWELS it wasn't being
    enforced very much. The towel made a loud SMACK against my diapered
    butt, but since it hit my thick diaper I didn't feel it.
    	"Damn, I hit his diaper!" Hugh said.
    	"Ha! Ha!" I said. "Didn't hurt! Didn't feel a thing!"
    	"You afraid of showing your nads?" another boy said when he saw
    that for two days in a row so far I had left my diaper on when going
    into the shower. "Or don't you got any?"
    	"I got nads," I said. "You wanna see how I use them?"
    	"You're disgusting!" he said as he winced, as if he never jacked
    off himself.
    	As Tony and I walked back to our lockers we saw Jay bending over
    taking his underwear off about three pairs at a time. A good-sized pile
    of briefs appeared before him on the floor, but he still had a ways to
    go as I could tell from the creases and folds stretched over his butt
    indicating that his underpants were still layered onto him thickly.
    	Tony and I finished dressing and then waited for the bell to
    ring. We didn't want to be standing with all the other boys, so we
    moved back into the locker room further where we could see Jay
    returning from the shower. The other boys could see us watching Jay get
    dressed and made a few remarks, calling us faggots and queers, but we
    just ignored them.
    	"Hey, he's naked, Chris!" one boy said. "Now's your chance!"
    	"Really, so obviously you're watching him, too," I said before
    turning my attention back to Jay. He stuck his naked butt into our view
    and I could tell that he didn't practice very good hygiene down there.
    His skin was red and I could tell that he had a rash. He started
    putting his underwear back on. Having just changed himself between
    third and fourth periods, his underwear still looked clean, although it
    was permanently stained from having pooped in it several times. He
    started putting on these pairs, which looked very old dingy, some with
    waistbands that had torn away from the garment. He didn't have anything
    to worry about as far as his underwear slipping down on him by the time
    he covered up the worn-out pairs with some newer-looking and cleaner,
    as well as bigger pairs. Tony and I both kept count the best we could,
    but since he put his underwear on in sets of three, sometimes four
    pairs at a time, it was hard to tell. We both estimated that he had on
    over twenty pairs. As every pair featured an extra layer in the seat,
    his butt was doubly padded with at least forty layers. The mere thought
    of this caused me to build a big tent in my diaper as I had never worn
    this much underwear at a time in the "dark ages" between my short-lived
    potty training and my return to diapers. As I studied how prominently
    Jay's butt stood out with the extra layers in each seat of each pair he
    had on I was getting intensely erect, almost to the point that I felt
    like cumming in my diaper without any aid from my hands. I felt more
    like myself, Chris the Diaper Boy, enjoying looking at Jay's diaper-
    like butt instead of Megan's big naked ass.
    	I only had a couple minutes to talk to Jay while we walked to our
    fifth period classes together. I didn't want to bring up any diaper-
    related discussions, so I asked Jay what his next class was.
    	"Science," he said. I assumed that it was a more general science
    class, the same material we had learned last year.
    	"I have Reading now," I sighed. "That class is a bore and a half
    and I hate the teacher, too!" At this point we parted ways and agreed
    to meet at lunch.
    	It was fifth period now. I tried to remain attentive to Mr.
    Eastman for as long as I could, but after awhile I just couldn't resist
    the temptation to resume work on the drawing that I started yesterday
    before Mr. Eastman caught me drawing it and told me to put it away. I
    decided to be more careful about it by alternating between writing
    notes and working on my drawing. Apparently Mr. Eastman had been
    keeping a keen eye on me. He walked over to my desk and demanded that I
    tear out the page and hand it to him. After I tore it out I started to
    crumple it up, but Mr. Eastman stopped me. He demanded that I hand him
    the drawing. He immediately took it from my hands and took it to his
    desk. I saw him writing some notes on it. After this, he hung it up on
    the board behind his desk, inviting everyone to take a look at it when
    they left the classroom.
    	Even though everyone knew that I was a diaper freak and that I
    really didn't care what the other kids said to me or about me, it still
    embarrassed me to have Mr. Eastman take such a drastic measure to
    discourage inattentiveness in his class. The drawing very clearly
    showed a boy in the P.E. room wearing what appeared to be a very thick
    stack of diapers on his butt with extra padding in the middle, except
    that I also drew several waistbands at the top, positioned well above
    his waistline. While it was hard to see from a distance, I also drew
    some boys in the background, one who was naked with a hard-on and
    another who also had on several pairs of underwear by how thick I made
    his briefs look.
    	When the bell rang Mr. Eastman reminded everyone to look at the
    first submission to his "art gallery." How long he planned to leave it
    up, I didn't know. As expected, everyone, including myself, stopped to
    look at the drawing. A lot of people laughed, while others groaned. The
    same kid who pestered me yesterday after reading class was on me today.
    	"You got bus-ted! You got bus-ted!" he taunted.
    	"Shut up," I said to him.
    	"Nice drawing, Chris!" he said. "Do you always draw yourself like
    that?"
    	"Sometimes," I said.
    	"Do you like to jack off while looking at drawings like that?"
    	"What do you look at when you jack off?" I asked him.
    	"I don't jack off!" he said. "Jacking off is for faggots."
    	"Really, then every boy in this school is a faggot," I said.
    	"How do you know?" he asked.
    	"Your parents never taught you anything about sex, I take it," I
    told the kid. "How sad that must be."
    	"Apparently your parents didn't tell you anything about sex," the
    kid said as he continued to antagonize me. "You're about as fucked up
    as they come."
    	"Yeah, whatever you say," I said to him as he backed off and
    joined up with his buddies, telling them about the conversation we had.
    	I got to the cafeteria and joined the line. Jay was ahead of me
    and I waved to him. I noticed that when he got to the register he
    showed the cashier a card of some sort. It looked like he was on some
    sort of program that offered free school lunches to impoverished kids.
    I was really feeling sorry for him now.
    	Jay was still trying to find our table by the time I got rung up.
    	"Jay! Over here!" I shouted. With this, he came up behind me and
    followed me to our table. There were now five of us in our group--
    myself, Tony, Bryce, Luke, and now Jay.
    	"Hold on, I wanna go ask my sister if I can come over with you
    today," Jay said as he left his tray on the table.
    	"What are you doing after school?" I asked the others.
    	"I got lots of homework and my mom was nagging me about it
    yesterday," Tony said. "So I have to go straight home."
    	"That sucks," I said. "I was hoping you could come over with me
    and spend time with Jay."
    	"He's coming to the meeting this Saturday, isn't he?" Bryce
    asked.
    	"If he can come he will," I said.
    	"Don't you have any homework?" Tony asked me.
    	"Oh yeah," I said. "I need to finish my English paper, plus I
    need to catch up on some reading. I don't want my grades to slip or I
    won't get to do my diaper club thing. I also have to get art supplies
    after school and Lisa's supposed to take me to the store."
    	"I bet you're looking forward to that," Tony commented, although
    somewhat facetiously.
    	"Oh yeah, especially since Jay will be coming with us," I added.
    	"Are you going to change him in the back seat like you did me
    that time we went to the fair last summer?" Tony asked me.
    	"I should," I said with a smile. "But I doubt Lisa would want
    Jay's dirty underwear all over her car, and besides, we're not going
    very far."
    	Jay got back from talking to his sister and started eating his
    lunch.
    	"What did your sister say?" I asked him.
    	"She said yes," Jay answered as he took a bite out of his
    burrito.
    	"Cool!" I said.
    	"This will be fun," Jay said. "I've never been to anyone else's
    house before," he said.
    	"Anyone's?" I asked him. "Not even like your grandparents or your
    aunts and uncles?"
    	"I don't even know where any of them live anymore," Jay said.
    Whatever this kid's story was, it was a sad one. I decided to change
    the subject and liven up his mood.
    	"Man, I got busted in Mr. Eat-Me's class!" I said.
    	"What happened?" Luke asked.
    	"Well, I was drawing a picture, and you know what kinds of
    pictures I draw, so you can imagine what it was," I started.
    	"Was it a drawing of Lisa diapering you?" Luke asked curiously.
    	"No, Lisa wasn't in it," I said. I didn't want to mention that
    Jay was the subject of the drawing for fear that he might be
    embarrassed.
    	"But the diapers were just as thick, I can assure you," I said.
    "Anyway, Mr. Eastman caught me working on a drawing that I started
    yesterday, so he made me give it to him so that he could hang it up
    where everyone in the classroom could see it."
    	"What a weenie!" Bryce commented.
    	"More like first-class prick!" I said. "I'm sure glad lunch comes
    after my fourth and fifth period classes. God how I hate fourth and
    fifth period."
    	This discussion then segued into Tony and me exchanging war
    stories with Bryce and Luke over what happened in our P.E. classes.
    Fortunately for Bryce he had Luke fill him in on the basics of playing
    football.
    	"This is the basic object of the game," Luke offered to explain
    to those of us who were gridiron-challenged. I tried to pay attention,
    but I couldn't make heads or tails of all the football jargon that I
    had unintentionally picked up over the years-- offense, defense,
    quarterback, halfback, touchdown, field goal, line of scrimmage,
    interference, penalty, first down, -- shit! I knew that Luke meant well
    with his efforts to educate us, but when he asked me if I understood
    it, I said, "yeah, it's about as clear as a diarrhea-filled diaper."
    	After lunch was over with I went to sixth period and met Megan in
    Life Science. I felt a rush of guilt and unease come over me as I
    approached Megan. I didn't even look at her butt like I usually did.
    	"Hi," I said as I pulled up my chair and sat down.
    	"Hello," she said in a somber voice. I could tell that she was
    also having some regrets about what we did yesterday.
    	"How's your day so far?" I asked her.
    	"Okay, I guess," she said without even looking at me.
    	"What did you do in P.E.?" I asked her, trying to make
    conversation without brining up what happened yesterday.
    	"We played soccer," she said. "What did you guys do?"
    	It was reassuring that she at least maintained the dialog by
    asking me questions.
    	"We played football," I groaned. "I didn't actually play myself.
    I don't know anything about football."
    	"That's okay," Megan said.
    	"Mr. Brown really put our dicks through the wringer for it," I
    said. "He practically insulted us who didn't know."
    	"I'm sorry to hear that," she said while playing with her hair.
    	"And then Mr. Eastman busted me for drawing a picture instead of
    taking notes," I added. "He put my drawing on the wall, too, so
    everyone could look at it."
    	"Sounds like you're having a shitty day," Megan said.
    	"I am so far," I said.
    	"So am I," Megan said.
    	"Really," I said, feeling my heart drop into my stomach. "What's
    making it so shitty?"
    	"I was thinking about yesterday," she said.
    	"Yeah, so was I," I said. "I'm sorry."
    	"You don't need to apologize," she said. "I'm the one who invited
    you over. I'm the one who took you away from your friends."
    	"That's okay," I said. "I still had fun with them afterwards."
    	"Let's talk about it after class, shall we?" Megan said.
    	"Sure," I replied. Before class started I told Megan about
    throwing my used diaper into Chuck's face."
    	"I was wondering how you finally disposed of that thing," Megan
    said. It cheered her up some, but not enough to ameliorate our mutual
    guilt. At this point Ms. Watson began the class. Megan and I kept quiet
    during the whole class period. I didn't know about Megan, but I was
    very anxious and preoccupied with what Megan would tell me after class.
    	Megan and I talked after we left Ms. Watson's class.
    	"I feel so bad about yesterday," Megan said.
    	"So do I," I said.
    	"Why do you feel bad?" Megan asked me.
    	"Well, you know, it's because, well, what we did," I stammered.
    "I should have remembered how I felt after last time we did it."
    	"Yeah, I agree," Megan said. "I just felt bad because, my God, we
    had (whisper)sex(/whisper) together, and not just regular stuff, I
    mean, you gotta admit we were pretty nasty. I shouldn't have brought
    out that video."
    	"It was pretty raunchy, huh?" I said.
    	"It's not just that," Megan added.
    	"Uh oh!" I thought to myself. I was afraid that she was going to
    tell me that she was pregnant or that she had contracted a disease. It
    was too early to know if either of these was the case, but I wasn't
    thinking as rationally at the time.
    	"What else is it?" I asked Megan.
    	"You're not even thirteen, and I'm barely thirteen myself," Megan
    said. "I thought that losing my virginity before most other people
    would be cool, but now I don't feel so great about it."
    	I didn't want to tell Megan that I actually felt that I lost my
    virginity at the age of nine when Tony and I experimented with each
    other during a sleepover. At least I never felt guilty about this or
    any other times when Tony and I got "together." I was being more like
    my true self then, I guess.
    	"I know this is going to sound cliché," Megan started, "but I was
    thinking, well, thinking that, well, I hate to say it."
    	"You're gonna say that maybe we should just be friends, right?" I
    said, completing her statement.
    	"Yep, that's what I was gonna say," Megan replied.
    	"I'm cool with that," I said. "I mean, we've been friends all
    this time before, you know, and well--"
    	"Really?" Megan said. "You're not just saying that so that my
    feelings won't be hurt, are you?"
    	"No, not at all," I replied. "I guess I feel guilty because I
    felt I was taking advantage of our friendship, and--"
    	"That's kind of like how I felt," Megan said. "You're a good
    friend, Chris, and yes, I still think you look cute in diapers and
    would like to change you, but I think that's as far as we should take
    things. I'm just afraid that what we're doing isn't right for us, being
    friends and all."
    	"I couldn't have said it better myself," I said.
    	"I'm so glad you understand, Chris," Megan said. "You're really
    sweet."
    	"Thanks, so are you," I replied.
    	"Well, I'd better get to class soon," Megan said.
    	"Same here," I said. As Megan walked off I stopped her and said,
    "Wait! Megan!"
    	She came back over to me and asked me what I wanted to say to
    her.
    	"Did Scott find the 'surprise' that you left him?'"
    	"I dunno," Megan said. "I'll check his drawer when I get home and
    let you know."
    	"Okay, thanks, see ya!" I said to her.
    	I felt a sense of relief as I thought about the resolution that
    Megan and I had achieved. No longer did I feel torn between my feelings
    towards the diaper boys and towards Megan. This is not to say that I
    still didn't think that Megan was cute. Derek's sister Jennie was cute,
    too, as was Bryce's sister Gina, although I never told Gina this. Even
    Jay's sister Lori looked cute to me, cuter than her other friends. What
    irony I thought this was since Lori didn't do anything to appear more
    stylish like her more affluent friends did. Angela wasn't too bad-
    looking, either, I told myself as I entered my seventh period art
    class.
    	"Hello," she greeted me. "How's your day?"
    	"Okay," I said, albeit not very truthfully, so I amended my
    reply.
    	"Actually, it's more or less been crappy. Mr. Brown's class
    sucked ass again."
    	"Doesn't it always?" Angela said. She then told me that Todd was
    interested in attending the next D.B.A. meeting. I told her where I
    lived so that he could be there. I felt uneasy about inviting someone
    to attend the meeting whom I had never before met.
    	"He's nice, really, he is," Angela said. She then reached into
    her purse and opened her wallet to show me a picture of Todd. I was
    surprised at how big and tall he looked.
    	"He was in football, you know," Angela reminded me. I told Angela
    about how Mr. Brown seemed to go into a trance when I mentioned her
    brother's name. Angela thought this was pretty funny. I told Angela
    about the rest of my crappy day, including getting my drawing
    confiscated and then displayed in Mr. Eastman's class.
    	"Todd had Mr. Eastman and he hated him, too," Angela told me. At
    this point Mr. Williams took over and the rest of the class went
    uneventfully for the most part. Before we left class, Mr. Williams
    wrote a big notice on the board to remind us to have our supplies
    tomorrow. His vocal reminder was no less subtle.
    	After the last bell rang I caught up with Jay and led him to my
    bus. He was carrying his sack full of soiled underpants with him. I
    could smell it, and I could only imagine what the kids on the bus would
    say once the aroma of Jay's last bowel movement intruded upon their
    olfactory sensors.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 117
    ----------------------------

    	Apparently several of the kids on my bus had gotten to know who
    Jay was as many of them made comments when he boarded the bus with Tony
    and me.
    	"Oh look! It's Jay Smell-son!" one kid said.
    	"What are you doing on our bus?" another kid asked.
    	"He's coming to my place," I said. I looked at Jay and said,
    "it's okay, just ignore these buttwipes."
    	"Ooh, what are you guys gonna do together?" he asked.
    	"Why, you wanna join us or something?" I said.
    	"I'd like to, but I'm potty trained," he said. Several other kids
    around him started laughing.
    	"Put your windows down, everybody!" another kid shouted. "We got
    three stinky butts on board!"
    	This sort of thing continued for a couple minutes after the bus
    had departed from the school. The kids who had been sitting behind us
    moved when they caught the smell's of Jay's underwear. There were three
    girls crammed into the seat to the left of us. I could tell that they
    weren't comfortable by the smells of Jay's underwear as well as Jay
    himself, whose hygiene was lacking, even with having taken a shower
    after P.E.
    	I looked at Jay's bag of underwear sitting on the floor. I saw
    several waistbands bunched together from Jay having taken off his
    underwear several pairs at a time. Some pairs were oriented with the
    fly front facing upward and others I could see the seat facing me. I
    had never seen actual double-seated underwear, just from what I saw in
    old department store catalogs and in some movies. I asked Jay if I
    could look at one of his pairs of underwear.
    	"You wanna look at it here?" he asked me. "On the bus?"
    	"Yeah, I've never seen underwear with two layers in the butt," I
    said.
    	"There's three," he said.
    	"Three layers?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, and some of my pairs even have four."
    	With this he pulled out a clean-looking pair and handed it to me.
    Tony also asked to look at a pair, so Jay handed a pair to him as well.
    I glanced over at the girls in the seat next to us. They were staring
    at us, acting repulsed by seeing us handling dirty underwear.
    	"What? You never seen boys' underwear before?" I asked the girls.
    	"Yes, I have," the one closest to me said. "I have a little
    brother."
    	"Does he ever poop in his underwear?" I asked her.
    	"Maybe when he was five or six, I don't know, and I don't care,"
    she replied.
    	"How old is he now?" I asked her.
    	"Nine, why do you want to know?"
    	"Because a lot of nine-year-old boys have poop accidents still,
    and if your brother ever gets the runs, tell him to wear about a dozen
    of these, or make it two dozen, as many as he can wear. It'll really
    pad his butt up thick like a diaper, you know, and then he can poop in
    them and you won't have to see or smell it."
    	"You're weird," the girl said. "And sick, too."
    	"But it works!" I said. "Your brother's had at least a few poop
    accidents since then, hasn't he?"
    	"Why do you want to know, you?" the girl asked.
    	"I'm surprised he hasn't pooped his pants like most other boys
    do. Don't you think your brother would look cute wearing several of
    these on his butt?" I suggested to the girl as I held up the
    underpants.
    	"He'd look stupid, that's what," the girl said. "Besides, he
    wears boxers now. He stopped wearing white underwear when I told him
    that it made him look like he was wearing a diaper."
    	"And what's wrong with that?" I asked her, sounding defensive. "I
    like the looks of a boy's thickly white-diapered butt."
    	"Don't talk to me, you creep!" the girl snapped.
    	"Sorry," I said. "Just trying to be helpful."
    	"You just couldn't resist, could you?" Tony said with a smile on
    his face.
    	"Nope," I said. "I can't help myself."
    	I studied the pair of underwear more closely, especially where
    the extra layers had been sewn into the seat on the inside. I noticed
    that the grain of the fabric in the extra layer was different from the
    fabric in the main garment itself. It was also a different shade of
    white, actually quite dingy, a yellowish gray. I ran the material
    between my thumb and index finger and I could feel the third layer in
    between the other two. I was getting hard as I looked at the extra
    padding, especially when I held the garment in front of me. The girls
    were still staring at me and Tony as both of us were fascinated by
    Jay's underwear.
    	I held the garment up to my eyes more closely as I studied the
    stitches where the extra layers had been seen on. The stitches didn't
    appear to have come from the factory. Instead it looked more like a
    home sewing job, as if the extra layers had been added later.
    Apparently the extra layers had come from other pairs of underwear. At
    least this helped to explain where Jay was getting triple-seated
    underwear in 1993.
    	I held the underwear up to my nose and sniffed it. I could detect
    a hint of poop odor embedded into the fabric along with somewhat
    stronger urine odors. The three girls all said "Ewww!" at the same time
    when they saw me sniffing the underwear.
    	"Remind me never to sit near this freak," the closest girl said.
    	A few minutes later we got to the first stop, where the three
    girls got off together.
    	"Thank God our stop is the first one!" she said as she gave me a
    scornful look. I was still holding Jay's underwear as she walked by me.
    	"Bye, remember what I told you," I said to the girl, knowing that
    she was annoyed by what I had suggested her brother do with his
    underwear.
    	A few stops later came Tony's turn to get off the bus.
    	"You sure you don't want to come over for just a few minutes?" I
    asked him. I didn't want him to feel that he wasn't welcome to join Jay
    and me.
    	"I'd like to, but my Mom wanted me home right after school
    today," he said.
    	"Okay, see you tomorrow," I said. I put Jay's underwear back into
    his bag before we got to my stop.
    	"How did you get to know so many kids who wear diapers?" Jay
    asked me.
    	"I guess I have some sort of aura that draws them to me or
    something," I said. "I'm also a big influence on boys who might want to
    try wearing them."
    	"What about all those other kids you were telling me about at
    lunch?" Jay asked me.
    	"Well, let's see," I said as I looked up into the air. "I've
    known Tony since kindergarten, and when he found out that I was wearing
    diapers he decided to try wearing them, too, so now he's in diapers all
    the time now since his mother let him wear them. Derek and Steven I
    already told you about. I met Luke through his brother Nathan at summer
    camp, where we all wear diapers, and I also met Aaron there, too. Bryce
    also got curious about wearing diapers when he came over and saw me
    wearing them, so now he's been in diapers all this time, too. Like I
    said, I have a big influence on a lot of boys."
    	"So you really like diapers a lot, don't you?" Jay said to me.
    	"You'd better believe I do," I said. "Wait until I show you all
    the stuff I have."
    	For the rest of the walk home I told Jay about all the photo
    albums I had of me in my diapers, along with all the drawings and
    stories I had written.
    	"So, this is your house?" Jay said as we reached my place up to
    the door.
    	"Yep, that it is," I said as I opened the door. Lisa and Cindy
    were both home. I had told them about Jay and were expecting to meet
    him.
    	"This is Jay," I introduced him to my sisters. "And Jay, this is
    Lisa and Cindy."
    	"Hi," Jay said quietly.
    	"Don't worry, we don't bite," Cindy said.
    	"I do," Lisa said. "Depends on the situation, though."
    	"So is that why you and Chuck broke up?" I asked Lisa, knowing I
    was asking for it by saying this.
    	"Shut up!" she said as she smacked me lightly. "You'd better be
    nice to me since I have to run you to the store for your art supplies."
    	"Are you ready to go?" I asked Lisa.
    	"As ready as I'm ever going to be," she said. "I was just waiting
    for you to get home."
    	"We're ready then," I said.
    	"I just need to use the bathroom and then I'll be right out,"
    Lisa told us.
    	Cindy was staring at Jay, noting the multitude of underwear
    waistband stripe patterns surrounding his waist.
    	"Looks like you need to upgrade to diapers," Cindy said. She
    started to reach for his waistbands so that she could flip them, but
    Jay backed away.
    	"Oh, I'm sorry," Cindy said, realizing how shy Jay was.
    	"It's okay," Jay said. "I have sisters, too."
    	"I was just going to snap your underwear waistbands, since I miss
    snapping Chris' and he hasn't worn underwear since he was eight," Cindy
    explained.
    	"You already told them, right?" Jay whispered to me.
    	"Oh yeah, I told them about you wearing your underwear like a
    diaper," I answered.
    	"It's no secret to me and Lisa," Cindy said. "Chris used to do
    the same thing before we got him some real diapers, and we see him in
    them all the time."
    	"This is what my Mom makes me wear," Jay said as he lifted his
    shirt to let Cindy see more of his underwear.
    	"Why don't you just wear diapers?" Cindy suggested to Jay.
    	"Because this is what my Mom says I have to wear," Jay answered.
    I silently gestured to Cindy to request that she not ask Jay about his
    situation. I know he has been wanting to tell me, but up until now
    hasn't had a chance to give me his story in private.
    	"We'll have you try some of Chris diapers," Cindy said. "They
    work better, and they're lots thicker."
    	In the meantime I had taken Jay's bag of dirty underwear and put
    it in the laundry room. I asked Jay if I could wash it for him and he
    told me to go ahead, so I dumped the soiled briefs into the washing
    machine.
    	At this point Lisa came out of the bathroom and told us to get
    going. We followed Lisa out to her car, where she unlocked the door and
    let us in. Jay took the back seat while I sat up front with Lisa.
    	"How was school today?" Lisa asked us.
    	"It was okay, except that I can't stand Phil Brown."
    	"Yeah, he's a jerk," Jay agreed.
    	"All the boys who had him hated him when I was in junior high,"
    Lisa said.
    	"Were there any boys in his class who wore diapers?" I asked
    Lisa.
    	"I don't know," Lisa said. "I didn't ask any of them."
    	"Don't you remember if anyone in your school wore diapers then?"
    	"There were a few, but they kept pretty quiet about it, unlike
    you."
    	"They were boys, right?"
    	"Yes, Chris, they were boys," Lisa assured me patiently. "God
    forbid you meet a *girl* who wears diapers!"
    	"I hope the day never comes," I said. "It'd be a sign of the
    Apocalypse."
    	"I can only imagine what you would do if you met a girl who was
    just like you, Chris," Lisa said. "You'd probably flip out."
    	"She probably doesn't even exist," I said firmly.
    	"You're probably right, Chris," Lisa said. "Only you boys could
    ever find putting a bunch of thick pieces of cloth over your butts and
    then shitting and pissing in them to be fun."
    	"Why do you girls all say that only boys wear diapers?" Jay asked
    Lisa.
    	"Why do you ask?" Lisa asked him as she looked in her rearview
    mirror.
    	"Because my sisters are always telling me that the reason I poop
    my pants all the time is because I'm a boy and that girls don't do
    that," Jay answered.
    	"Well, they're right," Lisa said. "Your sisters don't poop their
    pants, do they?"
    	"Not that I know of," Jake replied.
    	"Then there you go," Lisa said. "Pooping in one's pants is a
    boy's problem. None of my friends have ever pooped their pants, even in
    kindergarten, but all of them who have brothers have pooped their pants
    at least a few times."
    	"You're talking about Betty's brother Carl, right?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Yeah, I am. He's one of them, anyway, but he didn't turn into a
    diaper freak like you did because of it."
    	Lisa then changed the subject.
    	"What did Mr. Brown do to you today?" Lisa asked me. Both Jay and
    I explained what all we went through in the class, describing how Mr.
    Brown insulted those of us who wear diapers.
    	"That's not right," Lisa said. "You should tell Mom and Dad.
    Maybe they can write a letter to the school to complain."
    	At this point we reached the Target store. Lisa went in with us
    so that she could look at CDs and clothes. Jay and I went to the art
    supplies and I picked out everything I needed for the class. While I
    was looking for a couple other items I could hear Jay taking a dump
    into his underwear. I could smell it right away, too.
    	"Did you just, you know?" I asked him without actually saying
    what he did so that he wouldn't be embarrassed.
    	"Yeah, I did," he said. "Sorry."
    	"Sorry?" I asked. "What for? I do it all the time. In fact, if it
    makes you feel any better--"
    	I felt a bowel movement coming on and I knew I would be making
    mud in my diapers soon. Without any control of my bowels any more, I
    filled the back of my disposable diaper until it was full of shit,
    which would mean I would get changed into my cloth diapers once I got
    home. Now the art supplies aisle was really beginning to stink. A lady
    who had just entered the aisle with her two little boys had caught the
    odor. One of them was in the cart while the other one was walking. She
    bent over and pulled back on his pants to smell.
    	"Nope, it's not you," she said to the younger one, who was
    probably not even two years old. The older boy was at least four.
    	"Jason?" his mother said as she looked at him in an accusing
    manner.
    	"It wasn't me, Mommy!" the little boy said as he backed away. He
    was such a cute little guy with big brown eyes and a bowl haircut.
    	"That's what you told me last time, sweetie," she said. With
    this, she told her little Jason to hold still while she checked the
    back of his pants. She stuck her nose down into them and smelled them.
    I was disappointed to see that he had underwear on. What a shame to
    toilet train such an adorable little boy.
    	"Nope, you're clean, too," his mother said. "That's a first."
    	The mother then looked at Jay and I strangely. No doubt she could
    see Jay's multiple underpants. Seeing that she was looking at us, I
    decided to lift my shirt up so that she could see that I had a diaper
    on. Jason also saw that I had a diaper on, too, and he probably assumed
    that Jay's underwear was a diaper because of how thick it looked. Jason
    called his mother over to him and whispered something in her ear. She
    just nodded and gave us a quick glance before leaving the aisle.
    	"I WANT DIAPERS, MOMMY! I WANT DIAPERS, MOMMY!" I thought to
    myself, pretending to telepathically influence Jason's mind. I knew it
    wouldn't work, but at least it was fun to think about.
    	"C'mon, let's go find Lisa," I said. Jay helped me carry some of
    the things I had picked up. While we walked through the store Jay
    wanted to look at other things, things like appliances and bath towels,
    things that most twelve-year-old boys wouldn't be interested in.
    	"What are you looking at?" I asked him.
    	"Everything," he said. "I've never been in here before."
    	"It's not much different than K-Mart or Wal-Mart," I said.
    	"I've only been in K-Mart a few times," he said. "Most of the
    time we go to places like Savers, Goodwill, and the Salvation Army. We
    hardly ever get to see new stuff. I've been in Sears, too, and Wal-
    Mart, though, but not very much."
    	My heart was really pouring out for this kid now. It's pretty
    pathetic when a trip to Target seemed more like shopping in Macy's, not
    that I had ever been in such a store myself.
    	Since Lisa wasn't in any hurry to leave Jay and I decided to look
    around the store a little more. We looked at the toys. I could tell
    that jay hadn't had a chance to play with very many toys, probably not
    any new ones.
    	"I had one of these one time," I said, pointing to a remote
    control car that I left in the driveway and as a result got run over
    the next morning. My favorite toy of all, still, was the Legos.
    	"I have some of these," Jay said. I was glad to know that at
    least he had a few playthings. We decided to keep moving on. We
    meandered through the remaining toy aisles. The last couple aisles were
    girl toys, one that was ubiquitously pink by all the Barbie stuff. I
    saw two girls who looked to be about nine or ten. I decided to walk
    past them and let them see my diapers. I pulled my shirt up before I
    walked down the aisle. Jay was standing behind me, wondering why I
    would go down the Barbie aisle. To prolong my diaper's exposure, I had
    reached into my pocket and dropped my change on the floor on purpose so
    that I would have to bend over and pick it up. It was three days' worth
    of change from mid-morning breaks and lunches, so there was quite a bit
    of bit of numismatic spillage. I made it look like I did it
    accidentally.
    	"Oh shoot!" I exclaimed, sounding more authentic than I thought I
    would. I took the art supplies that I was carrying in one hand and set
    them on the shelf while got down on my hands and knees to retrieve my
    change, picking it up one coin at a time. I was getting hard knowing
    that the two girls could see my diaper showing and could probably smell
    it as well. One of the girls was even nice enough to hand me a dime
    that had rolled over to her.
    	"Thanks," I said as I stuffed the dime into my pocket. In doing
    so I made sure my diaper was showing above my pants. I then turned
    around to pick up my art supplies, which I had set on a lower shelf so
    that I would have to bend over to pick them up. I was milking this for
    all it was worth.
    	"There you are, Jay!" I said, knowing that he had been there the
    whole time, but was trying to make the girls think that I had been
    looking for him and was just passing through. What business did a boy
    have in the Barbie aisle, anyway?
    	"I've been here the whole time!" he said, which was about the
    loudest I had eve hear him speak. "What were you doing?"
    	"Looking for you," I said. "Come on!" I directed him so that he,
    too, would go past the girls and they would see his version of his
    "diapers" showing.
    	I then winked and led Jay around to the other side of the
    shelving fixture to explain to him what I had really done.
    	"I just like to have girls notice me wearing diapers," I
    whispered to him. "I get excited whenever girls notice my diapers."
    	"I have my two sisters, and believe me, they notice," Jay said.
    "And their friends, too. That's enough girls for me."
    	We stood there quietly in the aisle next to the Barbie aisle,
    back in the boys' toys section. I listened to the two girls giggling
    and talking about us.
    	"Did you see those two boys?" one them asked the other.
    	"One of them was wearing a DIAPER!" I heard the other one
    whisper.
    	"Both of them were," the first girl said. "It looked like a
    diaper anyway, more like he just had on a bunch of underpants."
    	"Did you smell them?"
    	"Yeah, I think somebody needs to change them," she said. "They
    stink!"
    	I was tempted to go back over and say, "any volunteers?" to the
    girls, but we had to get going. I had already gotten my thrill for the
    day by getting their attention and letting them see my diaper.
    	We went over to the apparel departments, passing by the menswear
    and then the boyswear. Jay stopped to look at the boys' white briefs,
    which was no surprise to me. It was as good as looking at the diapers.
    	"This is the only thing new my mom ever buys for me," Jay said as
    he examined a twelve pack of boys' briefs.
    	"That's good," I said. "I really wouldn't want to wear used
    underwear myself, or in my case, diapers."
    	Jay seemed to enjoy looking at the boys' underwear. I thought it
    was okay, since they did look like diapers when bundled together in
    twelve packs, but I would rather look at real diapers. I told Jay I
    would be looking for Lisa. I quickly scanned over the women's plus
    sizes department, where I expected to see her, but she wasn't there. I
    went back over to Jay, who had been looking at the training pants in
    the toddler section. These I liked looking at as they were already
    thick and had the extra padding sewn into them. We moved on and went
    back towards the front of the store. We browsed through the CDs. I
    looked at a Smashing Pumpkins CD that I wanted to get for Christmas.
    	"What kind of music do you like?" I asked Jay.
    	"Rock," he said.
    	"Same here," I replied. "What are your favorite bands?"
    	"I dunno, just whatever's on the radio," he said. I hoped he had
    at least a few CDs, or even tapes.
    	"I like Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Metallica, you probably wouldn't
    think a diaper boy would listen to that kind of stuff, huh?" I said.
    Jay didn't seem to know the individual bands very much. I looked around
    to see if I could spot Lisa, but she was nowhere to be found. We
    decided to head back over to the women's department, passing by the
    diapers on the way. I studied the space allocation and the amount of
    stock on the boys' Pull-Ups versus the girls' Pull-Ups. It seemed that
    the boys' Pull-Ups had more space and it appeared that more of them had
    been purchased. I also looked at the Pampers, which were in boy and
    girl versions. There were more boys' diapers in stock than the girls'.
    I was in a quandary. I ruled out the possibility that there may have
    been more girls' diapers at one time but had since then sold out since
    the diaper area seemed to be pretty well maintained. I decided that
    they probably just give more space to the boys' diapers and expect
    higher sales.
    	"There you are!" Lisa said. "Looking at the diapers, I should
    have known!"
    	"We were looking all over for you," I said to Lisa.
    	"I was probably in the dressing room," Lisa said. "You ready?"
    	"Yep," I replied. We followed Lisa to the checkout where, with
    the money Mom had given me, I paid for my art supplies. Lisa went to
    another line to buy a shirt that she had picked out. Once we got out to
    the car Lisa could smell both of us needing to be changed. She told us
    to put our windows down.
    	"I don't know how I'm going to manage having you in the car when
    it gets too cold to have the windows down," Lisa remarked.
    	"Either feel freezy, or feel queasy," I said. "Take your pick."
    	"Very funny," Lisa said as she drove us back home.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 118
    ----------------------------

    	Once we were back to my house I took Jay into my bedroom. He
    looked around and said, "nice room."
    	"Thanks," I said. "I recently had it remodeled."
    	"I wish I had my own room," came Jay's next comment.
    	"You don't even have your own bedroom?" I asked him
    incredulously.
    	"No, I have to share my bedroom with Lori," he said. "In fact, I
    have to share the same bed with her."
    	"Man, that's gotta suck," I said, thinking about how hard it must
    be to find times to jack off.
    	"Tell me about it," Jay replied with a sigh. "Sometimes Lori will
    sleep on the couch if I get to smelling too bad for her. Either that or
    she'll make me get up and put on even more underwear."
    	Jay then looked at my crib.
    	"Is that what you sleep on?" he asked.
    	"It's what I sleep *in*," I said. "Funny how we sleep *on* a bed,
    but *in* a crib," I noted. "Ever think about that?"
    	"Not really," Jay replied.
    	"Why do you have a crib, anyway?" Jay asked me. "In fact, why do
    you have, well, why does your room look like, a *baby's* room?" Jay
    asked me.
    	"Because I wear diapers," I said. At this time I decided to shed
    my pants and go around in just my diaper. It was really soaked in the
    front and the poop was really spreading around in the back.
    	"I had to sleep in my sisters' bedroom with them while they redid
    my room," I explained. "How nice it was when I got my bed back and my
    privacy."
    	"Why did you take your pants off?" Jay asked me.
    	"One, because I'm due for a diaper change, and two, I just don't
    like wearing them when I don't have to."
    	"You go around in just your diapers?" Jay asked me.
    	"Oh yeah, as much as possible," I said. "I like to let my diapers
    show. It used to be I had to stay in diapers for punishment when my
    parents put me in diapers, but since I liked it so much they decided to
    just let me go around pantsless all the time. My pants won't fit over
    my diapers anyway, so I can't wear them."
    	"What about the pants you just took off?" Jay asked. "They fit
    you."
    	"I'm talking about my cloth diapers," I said. "Believe me, my
    pants won't fit over them!"
    	"I'm kind of the same way, sort of," Jay explained.
    	"You don't wear pants at home, either?" I asked Jay, thinking how
    cool this was, since nobody I knew who liked to wear diapers liked to
    wear any pants over them either, and in most cases couldn't because of
    the thickness of their diapers. Jay's situation, however, was
    different.
    	"No," he said. "Whenever I get home from school, my Mom or my
    sisters make me take them off and then make me wear even more
    underwear."
    	"How much more?" I asked him.
    	"A lot more," he said. "You think I'm wearing a lot of underwear
    now, this is nothing." Jay was snapping his waistbands over his
    stomach. I felt my dick tingling as I imagined Jay having even more
    underwear on than he was already wearing.
    	"My Mom and my sister make me wear as much underwear as I can get
    to fit, so this makes it so that my pants don't fit and I have to go
    around in just my underwear the whole time and everyone sees it
    showing. They want me to wear a lot so that they don't have to see and
    smell my poop, and so it doesn't leak and get onto the furniture. Since
    I also have to share the bed with Lori, she wants me to have extra
    underwear on since I'm in 'her' bed. It's pretty embarrassing when my
    sisters bring their friends over and have to explain to them why I'm
    always in my underwear and why I'm wearing so many of them. I can't
    hide it. I can't go anywhere except the back yard. I haven't had any
    real friends up until I met you because of all this."
    	At this point Jay started crying. I put my arm around his
    shoulder and comforted him.
    	"You have me as a friend," I told him.
    	"Thanks," Jay said. "You're the only one who really understands.
    You're the first kid in school I have ever felt I could trust."
    	"Did you have any friends before you met me?" I asked him.
    	"I knew a few kids in school, but most of them didn't want to be
    around me because I stunk all the time and they always pointed out how
    my underwear was always showing and they'd try to guess how many pairs
    I had on," Jay said.
    	"You didn't know anyone who wore diapers?" I asked him.
    	"I knew of a couple of kids who wore them, but even they didn't
    want to be friends with me," Jay said as he started shedding some tears
    again. I decided that maybe Jay needed a moment to regain his composure
    from having to tell me about his past. I needed to get this diaper
    changed at once. I ran out into the hallway and jumped around a couple
    times, slapping my rear end. I then started singing.
    	"Diaper butt! Diaper butt! Someone come and change my diaper
    butt! Diaper butt! Diaper butt! Someone come and change my DIAPER
    BUTT!"
    	"Be right there!" Cindy shouted. With this I came back into my
    bedroom and Cindy was right behind me.
    	"He gets really excited over wearing diapers, especially when he
    introduces new friends," Cindy explained. She got out my diapers,
    diaper pins, plastic pants, wipes and powder, preparing for my diaper
    change. Jay could see that this was what she was going to do. Cindy
    noticed the look on his face as he studied the tall stack of diapers.
    	"He likes to wear a lot of diapers, in case you were wondering
    why I brought so many of them out," Cindy explained to satisfy Jay's
    apparent curiosity.
    	"You mean your SISTERS change your diapers?!" Jay asked me.
    	"Of course!" Cindy replied, answering on my behalf.
    	"Do you want me to leave?" Jay asked Cindy.
    	"You're a boy, right?" Cindy said.
    	"Yeah, of course I'm a boy," Jay replied, wondering what the
    point of this question was.
    	"Then there won't be anything that you haven't seen yourself,"
    Cindy said. "Even if you were a girl you could stay and watch since a
    lot of girls have watched Chris get his diapers changed, too."
    	"You let GIRLS change your diapers?" Jay asked me.
    	"Don't have a choice," I said. "That's how my sisters were born."
    	"You wouldn't like getting your diapers changed as much if you
    had older brothers do it for you," Cindy said. I didn't answer her, but
    she was right and she knew that I enjoyed getting this kind of
    attention from my sisters, anyway.
    	Jay had since then taken a seat on the chair at my desk. Here he
    sat and watched Cindy diaper me while Cindy asked him some questions
    and told him about how she and Lisa have been changing my diapers for
    almost four years now.
    	"I do most of the changes now, now that Lisa's older and busier
    and doing other things," Cindy continued to explain to Jay. "She and I
    used to be about half and half and we'd take turns. Do you have any
    sisters?"
    	"Yeah," Jay answered.
    	"Older or younger?"
    	"Older, both of them."
    	"Do they ever change your diap-- well, your underwear?" Cindy
    asked Jay.
    	"No, they think it's really gross, so they don't do anything like
    that," he said. "They just like to make sure I'm wearing a bunch of it,
    and they'll count how many pairs I'm wearing."
    	"Ahh, it's not that bad," Cindy said. "I think it's fun, and you
    get used to the smell after awhile," Cindy replied.
    	"What's so fun about it?" Jay asked curiously.
    	"There's just something satisfying about being a girl and not
    needing to wear diapers, but yet at the same time, seeing that your
    brother likes to wear diapers and well, that he needs them now. It's
    sort of a reaffirmation that makes us glad that we're girls, since it
    seems that only boys like to wear diapers. Besides, little brothers
    look cute in diapers, anyway. I'm sure your sisters think you look cute
    in your, well, whatever you call what you wear."
    	"They say I look cute all the time," Jay said. "But I think
    they're just teasing me about my problem."
    	"They're saying it because you're their little brother and they
    love you," Cindy said to Jay.
    	"It's the only thing my sisters can say about me," Jay said. "To
    them I'm just a boy who wears a bunch of underpants and poops in them
    and stinks all the time. Every time they look at me, what do they see?
    A big bunch of white underwear on my butt. It's hard to look at someone
    wearing a bunch of underwear without noticing it and knowing or asking
    what it's for. When you look at someone who's wearing pants you don't
    really think much about it. You don't really think about how that
    person goes to the bathroom, but for me, it's different. It's the only
    thing my sisters can say about me. They always go around telling me
    that they can keep their pants on but I can't. I mean, every time my
    sisters or their friends see me in my underwear, that's what they see,
    lots and lots of underwear. You can't just look at my butt without
    wondering why I have so much underwear on, so all my sisters can talk
    about is how I poop in them all the time and stink."
    	"That's about how we look at Chris," Cindy said. "Right, Chris?"
    	"Yep, I'm just a diaper boy to you and Lisa," I said to Cindy as
    she was busy wiping my bum up.
    	"Yeah, Chris is always in just his diapers at home, so it's kind
    of hard to associate our little brother with anything else besides
    diapers. You sure can't keep from noticing that he's got a lot of
    thick, white diapers on him all the time."
    	"My sisters are always telling me how they get to wear pants and
    don't have to wear a bunch of underwear," Jay said, repeating some of
    the things he had said before.
    	"Lisa and I do the same thing," Cindy said. "It's our sworn duty
    as older sisters to constantly remind our younger brother that he's
    stuck in diapers while we, his sisters, can still wear pants and use
    the toilet. And Chris accepts this, too. That's why we say that
    everyone wears the pants in this family as long as you use the toilet,
    and since Chris doesn't use the toilet, he doesn't wear the pants.
    Isn't that right, Chris?"
    	I just nodded in agreement and watched Cindy continue to work on
    cleaning me up. At this point she was powdering me up, generously
    spreading powder all over my balls and all throughout my butt. My dick
    was standing at full erection, its skin stretched about as much as it
    could stand. I was about two yanks away from coming, at least this was
    how stimulated I felt now. Jay couldn't help but to stare at my
    flagpole, its pulsing veins trying to pierce through the thin sheath of
    skin. I had no idea how far along Jay was in puberty since the only
    times I had seen him naked was from behind.
    	Cindy then got my diapers ready. While Jay watched, Cindy folded
    the diapers and stuffed them underneath my butt. She pinned them on
    very tightly and securely using lots of pins. My dick instantly went
    from 90 degrees up to about 180 degrees in an instant as the thick
    diapers buried my nearly painfully stiff penis. Knowing that Jay was
    there to watch, she wanted to make sure he got a good show out of it. I
    looked down at the huge mass of cloth and then looked up at Jay.
    	"Kind of thick, eh?" I said.
    	"Yeah, those are thicker than what I wear," Jay said.
    	"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Cindy said as she got out my
    Thickies diapers to put on top of the ones she already put on.
    	"I thought *my* underwear was big," Jay commented.
    	Cindy stopped for a moment and retrieved another Thickies diaper.
    She handed it and some of the special extra long pins to Jay so that he
    could examine them more closely. The sexual tension I was feeling was
    too much to suppress and the urge was too strong to ignore. While Cindy
    had her backed turned I began rubbing myself, enough to bring on an
    orgasm, which at this point didn't take much effort. I tried to keep
    quiet about it, but I couldn't help it. Cindy knew what I had done,
    especially with how I was panting and sweating. My complexion was red.
    	"You could have asked me to leave the room, you know," Cindy
    said. "I understand."
    	"Sorry, I just had to let it go," I said, embarrassed that Cindy
    knew that I had just jacked off.
    	"You probably need a moment to cool down," she said. I just
    nodded and she turned her attention to Jay.
    	"Just think of what it would be like to wear a couple of those,"
    Cindy said, referring to the Thickies diaper that Jay was examining.
    She pointed out the features of the diapers, which, after ejaculating,
    made it difficult to listen to her describe my Thickies diapers in such
    detail while trying to let my dick come to a rest.
    	Cindy then returned to my diaper change and finished it up. She
    super-pinned both of my Thickies onto me and then topped it all off
    with my big plastic pants.
    	"That's how a diaper change is done around here," Cindy said. She
    had me stand up and turn my butt to Jay so that she could demonstrate
    the thickness of my diapers with the spank test. My body still felt
    weak and flaccid as I savored the orgasm I just gave myself. I bent
    over and let Cindy have at it. Apparently she had a rotten day at
    school and took out her frustrations and wailed on me. I didn't feel a
    thing.
    	"See?" Cindy said. "That's how thick his diapers are."
    	Cindy took my dirty diaper with her and left the room. Meanwhile,
    I got up and waddled over to the door to close it.
    	"You wanna take your pants off?" I asked Jay.
    	"I dunno, should I?" Jay asked.
    	"Do you want to?" I asked him.
    	"If you want me to, I will," he said.
    	"I want you to," I stated firmly, but not to the point of
    intimidating Jay. He agreed to remove his pants. He tossed them on the
    floor next to mine. He then walked around and adjusted his underpants,
    pulling up on the waistbands which covered up his stomach. I looked at
    his butt and noticed how much thicker his underwear appeared in the
    middle with the triple-layered briefs all stacked up on his behind.
    There was no visual trace of his poop, but I could certainly smell it,
    especially since I was no longer a source of poop stink, at least not
    until my next bowel movement. I felt my dick trying to regain its
    erection as I stared at Jay's diaper-like butt, but I had just spent my
    load for awhile.
    	I showed Jay several things that were related to my diaper
    fetish. I showed him the stories that I had written and printed out,
    adding that there were more of them on the computer that I hadn't
    printed. I showed him my drawings as well as Derek's and of course,
    Aaron's drawings. I showed him the materials that I had from the D.B.A.
    club. There was too much of it for him to read all the way through it.
    He was most impressed by the series of proofs that I had from my diaper
    modeling stint in California this summer.
    	"Wait until you see my photo albums and some of the videos my
    sisters have taken of me," I said. "I even have videos of me getting my
    diapers changed."
    	"Wow!" Jay said, astonished that I had so much stuff on diapers.
    	"You want something to drink?" I asked Jay.
    	"Sure, what do you have?" Jay asked.
    	"How's Kool-Aid sound?" I offered.
    	"Sure," Jay said. I left the room for a moment and went to the
    kitchen. I poured myself some Kool-Aid and put it in one of my baby
    bottles. I poured Jay's into a glass. I went back to the room and gave
    him his drink.
    	"You drink out of a baby bottle?" Jay asked me.
    	"Sometimes," I said. "It's fun to pretend I'm still a baby boy in
    diapers."
    	I brought some of the stories and other materials over to my crib
    and invited Jay to join me and sit in it with me. He climbed up into it
    and the two of us sat there while I let him look at the materials that
    I brought with me. Jay set his drink on the nightstand where he could
    reach it from the crib.
    	"So, how many pairs are you wearing right now?" I asked Jay.
    	"I dunno, I haven't counted," Jay said. "I just put on as many as
    I can wear so that my pants still fit."
    	I asked Jay if he'd mind me counting how pairs he had on. He
    didn't mind. In fact, I had a feeling he enjoyed the attention.
    	I had Jay get on his hands and knees while I knelt behind him and
    counted the number of pairs he had on. Even with having only ejaculated
    about twenty minutes ago my dick was begging for more at the sight of
    Jay's big, white, triple-seated underpants of a yet undetermined
    quantity. I was so tempted to rub myself up against his butt, but I
    felt that I should hold off on things like this until he became more
    comfortable being around me in his "diapers." When I was done counting
    I determined he had on seventeen pairs. I was hoping it would be at
    least twenty, but at least I was close. Six of these pairs were
    backwards. Jay returned to sitting across from me. As he sat there
    before me I looked at his crotch. I could see several pairs of
    underwear stacked over him. Many of the pairs were not evenly layered
    atop one another, which allowed me to see several leg opening seams.
    Collectively, his underwear spanned his entire crotch almost as good as
    a Thickies diaper did.
    	"Is this about what you usually wear?" I asked Jay.
    	"At school and any time I have to put pants on and leave the
    house, yeah," Jay said. "When I'm at home without my pants on I wear a
    lot more than this," Jay said as he snapped some of his waistbands.
    	"How much more do you wear at home?" I asked him. As I
    anticipated his answer I felt like I could cream my diapers again.
    	"A lot more," Jay said. He held his hands out from his crotch by
    about couple inches and said, "they usually come to about here."
    	"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Any idea how many that is?" I asked
    him.
    	"I think about fifty," Jay said. "I lose count after thirty."
    	"How can you wear so many at a time?" I asked him.
    	"I wear size tens, since I'm really small. Then, I put on
    twelves, fourteens, sixteens, and then eighteens. Mom says she'll have
    to start buying men's sizes since they don't make boys' sizes past
    eighteen."
    	"So, why doesn't your mom just have you wear diapers instead? I
    mean, real diapers?" I sounded more reportorial, as if I were Stone
    Phillips on NBC Dateline or something.
    	"Well, that's what's weird," Jay started. "Mom got tired of
    buying diapers for me when I was four years old, even though they made
    them big enough to fit me then, especially since I was small for my
    age, still am. That's when my parents got divorced, so money was real
    tight. Mom thought that this would be a good time for me to start using
    the toilet for pooping. I had the peeing down okay, but I was always
    pooping in my diaper. One day Mom just took away my diapers, thinking I
    wouldn't poop in my pants if all I had on was a pair of underwear. I
    kept having poop accidents, and Mom got mad at me all the time. I
    actually asked her if I could have my diapers back because I tried to
    tell her that I can't hold it and I keep having to poop. She wouldn't
    get me any more diapers, saying that they cost too much.
    	"Well, this kept up for awhile and my Mom kept spanking me for
    pooping my pants. It was so awful. Here I was, trying to tell her that
    I can't go without something to poop in. She thought maybe when I
    started kindergarten I would stop pooping my pants, but I didn't. The
    kids all laughed at me and wouldn't sit next to me, and the teachers
    kept complaining about it. That's when Mom said 'that's it'. She
    started sending me to school in several pairs of underwear, thinking
    that she would shame me out of pooping in my pants. I kept doing it
    anyway, and a couple times I had diarrhea and it soaked through, so
    then she started making me wear more underwear, a lot more."
    	"So why were you pooping your pants all the time?" came my next
    question.
    	"I went to a doctor one day and he told me that I had a problem
    called 'encopresis.' He told my Mom that there are things that can
    treat it, but Mom didn't want to spend the money on treatment, so she
    just kept making me wear several pairs of underwear."
    	"So why underwear and not diapers?" I asked, seeing that Jay had
    deviated from my original question, not that I wasn't enjoying
    listening to his answers on other things.
    	"Mom says she doesn't want to keep buying them," Jay said.
    	"She could get cloth diapers for you, like what I wear," I told
    Jay. "And I know where you can get them. Maybe when I come over to your
    house I can talk to your Mom about it."
    	"You can if you want," Jay said. "But underwear works okay. I
    didn't know they made diapers for anyone besides babies."
    	"Oh yeah, and here's the proof," I said as I spread my legs apart
    more and pointed to my crotch. I then rolled back and started rubbing
    my butt, getting hard again."
    	"You might be surprised how much better real diapers are," I told
    Jay. I told him about how much better Derek thought real diapers were
    after he had been wearing several pairs of underwear and trying to use
    them as diapers.
    	"Well, for one thing, I have a lot of underwear that I don't
    think my Mom wants to throw out," Jay said. I asked him how many pairs
    he had, but he didn't know.
    	"I have four big drawers full," Jay explained. "This doesn't
    include the ones that are dirty or in the wash or stuffed in boxes."
    	My next question was about how Jay was getting triple-seated
    underwear since they didn't make it anymore as far as I knew. In fact,
    as far as I knew they only made double-seated underwear for boys until
    the mid 70s.
    	"My Mom and my sister sew the extra layers into my underwear,"
    Jay said. "When my underwear gets worn out, my Mom has Lori and Jolene
    cut out the butt and then sew it into new pairs," Jay explained. "When
    I was little Mom ordered them from a warehouse where they had all these
    old packages of double-seated underwear that were left over from when
    they used to make them. Then the warehouse closed, and they didn't make
    boys' underwear with double seats past size ten. So that's when my Mom
    and my sisters started making them themselves. They figured 'why stop
    at two layers?' So they made them with three layers."
    	"Why stop at three?" I asked him.
    	"Because they wanted to make sure every pair I wear has more
    layers in the butt, and if they did them with four, there wouldn't have
    been enough to go around."
    	"That makes sense," I said.
    	Jay and I continued to talk about other things such as his
    parents' divorcing when he was two. He didn't have much to say about
    his dad and could even hardly remember him and hadn't seen him since
    the day he left. This affected his potty training since he had no male
    figure to follow and neither his mother nor his sisters were willing to
    show him. His sisters were both out of diapers shortly after they each
    turned two, no surprise as they are girls. His mother expected him to
    do the same in spite of the fact that he was a boy. At this time money
    was very tight and his mother was pushing hard to get him out of
    diapers so she wouldn't have to keep buying them. Jay had already told
    me the rest of the story from this point, where he had continued to
    poop his pants in spite of having his diapers taken away until he was
    sent to kindergarten in multiple underpants.
    	I still had one other question on my mind that remained to be
    answered.
    	"How do you pee?" I asked Jay. Seeing that he had on seventeen
    pairs of underwear right now would make peeing at the urinal very
    difficult, especially with some of the pairs being on backwards. With
    fifty-some pairs, this would have been impossible.
    	"I used to try to get my underwear off before I had to go, but a
    lot of times I ended up wetting before I could get them all off, so
    sometimes I just pee in them, too, especially at home since I wear a
    lot more underwear there and it soaks up most of it. Even if I did get
    my underwear off I'd have a hard-on and it would be hard to aim."
    	"So, you must like wearing them if you get a hard-on."
    	"I can't control it, it just gets stiff like that."
    	"That's the way we boys are," I told Jay.
    	"Ever pee your pants in school?" came my next question.
    	"Sometimes," Jay said. "But I still try to go into a toilet if I
    can and await for my hard to die down."
    	"You should just try wearing plastic pants over your briefs if
    you're not at least wearing regular diapers," I suggested. Jay said he
    would try this, especially after he added that sometimes he wets the
    bed and even all the underwear he puts on at night isn't enough to
    absorb it all.
    	"It makes Lori mad when I wet the bed on her," Jay said. "One
    time she actually had to sleep in her underwear because her pajamas got
    wet, and she doesn't like not having her pajamas to wear."
    	"I've never worn pajamas," I said.
    	"Me, neither," Jay said.
    	"I guess you could say we're in our 'pajamas' right now, I
    remarked, being that both of us were in the same attire that we each
    wore to bed.
    	I offered to let Jay take one of my old pairs of plastic pants
    with him tonight. In fact, when we got up from my crib I let him put a
    pair on over his undies.
    	"Let's go look at my photo albums," I suggested.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 119
    ----------------------------

    	Jay was hesitant to leave my room and appear before my sisters in
    his "diapers."
    	"Look what I'm wearing," I said, pointing to my much thicker set
    of Thickies and regular diapers, which dwarfed his comparatively thin
    seventeen pairs of underpants. "I can barely walk in these."
    	Jay then followed me out of my room and into the living room
    where Cindy was watching TV and supposedly working on her homework. She
    looked up at Jay and she could tell from the waistbands that came up
    over his stomach from the pairs he had on backwards that he had on
    multiple underpants.
    	"You want to try a diaper? A real diaper?" Cindy offered.
    	"I dunno," Jay said as he hesitated. "I'm not sure if I want a
    girl to diaper me."
    	"Oh come on, I know what boys look like down there," Cindy said.
    "And like I said, I don't bite."
    	I wanted to encourage Jay to let Cindy diaper him, knowing she
    could do a better job and that I would get the satisfaction of watching
    my sister diaper him. He was still reluctant to let Cindy diaper him,
    and neither she nor I pushed the matter any further, so I offered to
    diaper him myself. We went back into my room and told Jay to remove his
    plastic pants and his underwear. He stripped off his briefs in sets of
    three or four, just like he did in the locker room. He had peed in his
    underwear, soaking it thoroughly. He took advantage of the plastic
    pants.
    	"Wasn't that a lot easier?" I told him.
    	"Yeah, because I really had to pee, and I didn't want to get it
    on your crib," he said.
    	Jay's underwear was very much stained and covered with poop. I
    put his soiled briefs in my diaper pail and then I got out the wipes
    again. I cleaned up Jay's poop-covered bottom. Also, since he had a
    rash I treated this with some Desitin. I looked at his dick and noticed
    that it was standing straight up, which of course was what I expected.
    His penis was smaller and he hadn't developed as quickly as Tony and I
    did. He had no pubic hair yet. I asked him if he enjoyed being cleaned
    up by someone else. There was some hesitation, so I asked him again. He
    was a little embarrassed to speak.
    	"Be honest, I'm your friend, remember?" I assured him.
    	"It feels good, I suppose," he finally said quietly, sounding
    awkward.
    	"It's supposed to," I told him. "Do you ever play with it?"
    	Jay paused for a moment and then, sounding ashamed of himself,
    admitted that he did do this. I continued to talk to him while I
    proceeded to diaper him up.
    	"It shouldn't bother you that you do that. I mean, just about all
    boys do it, you know."
    	"Yeah, but I don't think anyone else does it the way I have to
    it. I have to do it through my underwear," Jay said. This was no
    surprise, given the number of pairs he would have had to take off.
    	"That's how I have to do it," I told him. "You think I'm taking
    all these diapers off to jack off? Fuck that! Besides, I like it better
    through my diapers, since my diapers become part of the whole jacking
    off thing. You saw me doing it earlier while Cindy was getting a
    Thickies diaper to show you."
    	"Yeah, I couldn't believe you did that right in front of your
    sister."
    	"I couldn't wait," I said.
    	"Is it okay to do that?" Jay asked me.
    	"What, jack off with my sister in the room?" I asked him to
    clarify.
    	"I meant, just to, you know, do it?" Jay asked again.
    	"Of course it is," I told him.
    	"I told you, Jay, just about every boy jack off, and the only
    ones who don't jack off have been told not to do it because of what
    their churches tell them, and don't even get me started on that one; it
    pisses me off too much to think about it."
    	I then realized I may have committed a faux pas. I didn't know if
    Jay has any religious affiliations or if he went to church, so I asked
    him.
    	"No, we never go to church. My mom's always working Sundays, for
    one thing. Why you ask, anyway?"
    	"I just wanted to make sure I didn't piss you off, since I didn't
    know if you would have been offended by my comment."
    	"No, but what does going to church have to do with this?" Jay
    asked.
    	"Because some churches tell kids not to masturbate, so they grow
    up with a bunch of fucked-up ideas about their bodies and their
    sexuality and all that shit, all because they're afraid that they're
    sinning and going to hell because of playing with their dicks. It's sad
    to see this happen to anyone, it's really sad. I can't stand it."
    	Jay nodded in agreement, though he was taken aback somewhat by my
    ranting.
    	"It's just something I take very seriously," I told Jay. "My
    point is, Jay, it's perfectly normal and natural for boys to jack off,
    and that's the way it should be. Never feel guilty about it, ever. And
    don't let anybody tell you otherwise. If they do, they're full of
    shit!"
    	"I've been going out to the couch to sleep there at night because
    of it," Jay said. "I can't do it in the same bed as my sister."
    	"You don't have to," I said. "That's probably why she sometimes
    goes out on the couch, too," I said.
    	"You mean girls do it, too?" Jay asked.
    	"Yeah, but they have to do it differently," I said. "They don't
    have dicks like we boys do."
    	"What do you think about when you, you know, do it?" Jay asked
    me. Since he asked, I told him and demonstrated with my own diapers
    while explaining it to Jay.
    	"I think about boys who are wearing really, super, super, duper
    pooper super thick, white diapers that cover their whole butt and
    crotch, so thick that they can't even walk in them, and then come up
    way high in the front. Diapers that they have peed and pooped in
    several times over several hours, unchanged, doing this while several
    girls wearing high, tight shorts that show their lack of diapers are
    watching. Then afterwards they change these boys and wipe their dicks
    and butts down and then put a big diaper-buttload bunch more super
    thick diapers back on them. That's just one of the things that I think
    about, but it always involves diapers and boys, and usually girls who
    at least observe, but usually also change their diapers."
    	"Wow," Jay said. "I thought I was crazy for what I think about."
    	"What do you think about?" I asked Jay.
    	"The same thing, pretty much," he said after pausing.
    	"You probably think of underwear instead of diapers," I told him.
    	"Yeah, but I still think about them being big and thick and
    pooping in them," Jay said.
    	"Do you think about girls like I do?" I asked Jay.
    	"Sometimes," Jay said. "I know it sounds crazy, but I actually
    kind of like all those things my sisters say to me. I know that sounds
    weird."
    	"Not at all," I assured him. "I always think about all the things
    my sisters say to me about boys being in diapers and needing them and
    girls don't."
    	"Gee, Chris, you really are a good friend," Jay said. "Now I know
    I can talk to you about things I have had to keep to myself."
    	"Then I know you'll love all the stories that I've written as
    well as Tony's and Bryce's and Aaron's stories and his pictures. Even
    Derek has some stories and pictures. We all like to write about our
    sisters diapering us or drawing pictures of our sisters doing this. All
    of us have sisters except for Luke and Nathan, who are brothers."
    	"I actually wanted to ask Cindy to diaper me," Jay confessed. "I
    didn't want to hurt your feelings, and well, I was too embarrassed to
    say that I really wanted your sister to do it."
    	"That's okay," I said. "You'll have plenty of opportunities for
    her to diaper you."
    	A few minutes later I had Jay all diapered up, including a
    Thickies in the bunch. His small waist size really made my big diapers
    dwarf his slender body.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Jay.
    	"These are a lot thicker than my underwear," Jay said.
    	"You like 'em?"
    	"Yeah, they feel good," Jay said.
    	"How good?" I asked him.
    	"Well, uhh," he stammered.
    	"Is your dick hard?" I asked him. He shyly uttered a "yes" and I
    told him to relax. I then said, "it's hard, isn't it? Huh, huh, isn't
    it hard? It's hard and stiff, definitely hard and stiff, really hard
    and stiff, isn't it? It's trying to poke its way out of those thick
    diapers, huh, right?!"
    	Jay cracked a little smile and said that it was getting harder
    and stiffer. I then broke into my Rain Man voice.
    	"Yeah, my penis is getting stiff, yeah. Yeah, definitely getting
    stiff! It's getting hard, Charlie. I got a hard-on, Charlie. It's
    definitely a hard=on, yeah, yeah!"
    	"Who's Charlie?" Jay asked me.
    	"Have you ever seen 'Rain Man'?" I asked Jay, before realizing
    that as poor as he was he probably didn't get to see too many movies.
    	"Never seen it," he said.
    	"You'd understand if you saw the movie. Maybe we can watch it
    during a sleepover," I suggested.
    	"It's still hard," Jay said.
    	"Naturally it is, Jay! We're both boys, and when you're in
    diapers all the time, your dick tends to get hard a lot." With this I
    slapped the front of my diapers with my hands.
    	"Go look in the mirror," I told Jay. He went over to it and
    checked himself out from several angles. As I expected, he looked at
    his butt more than anything else. He even bent over to get a look at
    his butt and crotch together.
    	"I want to get some diapers now," Jay said shyly.
    	"So, no more underwear?" I asked him.
    	"Well, yeah, since I have a lot of it, but maybe my Mom can start
    buying me real diapers instead from that place you told me about."
    	"Kidz Klothez," I told him. "Maybe we can go there together
    sometime."
    	"Where's that?" he asked.
    	"The mall. Have you ever been there?"
    	"Yeah, a few times, but we can't afford anything they sell
    there."
    	I decided to change the subject and take Jay back out to the
    front room and show him my photo albums. Lisa was out there with Cindy
    and both of them looked at Jay.
    	"You look cute!" Lisa said to Jay.
    	"Yeah, Chris diapered you pretty good there," Cindy remarked. She
    then looked at his diapers up close and said, "but I still do a better
    job."
    	She patted his butt, which was something Jay was apparently used
    to from his own sisters, since he wasn't phased by her doing this.
    	In the meantime, I had taken the other load of Jay's dirty
    underwear to the laundry room. I transferred the first set of
    underpants to the dryer and started the second load. I then pulled out
    several photo albums and showed them to Jay.
    	"Wow, you're in diapers in all these pictures," Jay remarked.
    	"Yeah, I don't think there's a single picture of me wearing
    anything besides diapers and a shirt in here," I remarked as I pointed
    out the thick photo album. "Just the ones where I am outside in cold
    weather are the ones I am wearing pants in."
    	"You even wear your diapers around during Christmas?" he said.
    	"Oh yeah, the whole family knows I go around in diapers all the
    time," I said. "What about you?"
    	"Well, I only have an aunt and a couple girl cousins who come
    over," Jay said. "They see me in my 'diapers' all the time and say the
    same things as my sisters do. Why do girls have to be so mean to us
    boys?"
    	"We're not mean, are we?" Cindy asked Lisa.
    	"We used to be, but I think Chris has gotten used to us."
    	"Yeah, we girls just think you boys look cute in diapers. That,
    and we don't have to wear them!"
    	"That's what my sisters tell me, all the time."
    	"Well, they're right, can't argue with that one," Cindy said. Jay
    then returned his attention to the photo albums. While he was looking
    at the pictures I noticed he was rubbing himself through his diapers. I
    got a hard-on knowing that my posing in diapers was jack-off worthy to
    him.
    	After I showed Jay several photo albums of me in diapers I showed
    him some of the first videos that Cindy and Lisa had taken of me
    shortly after I got put into diapers. I then showed him the first video
    that Cindy took of Lisa changing me. Cindy didn't get any shots of me
    completely naked, but otherwise she kept the camera running the whole
    time.
    	Cindy then sneaked up and took a picture of Jay and me in
    diapers.
    	"Gotcha!" she said. She then asked us to pose for a couple more
    shots. Jay was reluctant at first, but he agreed to appear before the
    camera in his diapers. I think he was starting to have some real fun
    with wearing diapers now, something that he had apparently been longing
    to do.
    	After this, I asked Jay if he wanted to go next door and see
    Derek and Steven.
    	"You mean, go over there like this?" he asked.
    	"Yeah, I go over there all the time in just my diapers!" I said.
    	"But we have to go outside," Jay said.
    	"It's not very far," I said. Just walk out front and walk next
    door."
    	"Let me walk behind you," Jay said.
    	"So you can enjoy the view, right?" I remarked. Jay broke a light
    smile. With this arrangement, he agreed to go over with me to Derek's
    house. Jennie greeted us at the door.
    	"You got him in diapers, I see," she said. "You like diapers?"
    	"Uh yeah, they're okay," Jay replied. I knew he was too
    embarrassed to honestly tell Jennie that he liked wearing real diapers.
    She invited us in and told us that Derek and Steven were in their room.
    As expected, Derek and Steven were both in thick diapers, too. I
    estimated that there was probably enough diaper material among the four
    of us that, if each diaper we had on were laid end to end, would run
    over half the length of the block. We spent just a few minutes
    together. Derek showed us some of the new "Poopitus" cartoons that he
    had drawn. Jay thought they were funny, especially with how big and
    thick he drew the boys' diapers and how much poop he drew in them when
    he showed the boys getting changed. No wonder his brown crayons were
    more used up. The same could also be said of his yellow crayons.
    	We talked for a few minutes and exchanged stories about how we
    all wound up in diapers. Jay told a very abbreviated version of his
    story, leaving out a lot of the things that he only told me. Derek was
    astonished that Jay mentioned having on fifty pairs. Steven couldn't
    even count this high yet.
    	"Count to twenty, then count to twenty again, and then count to
    ten," Derek explained to his little brother. He used the diaper pins
    from the diaper pin box to illustrate how much fifty was by laying them
    out on the floor in two sets of twenty and in one set of ten.
    	"Whoa!" Steven exclaimed. "That's a LOT!"
    	Next, we played a couple of Nintendo games. I was wondering if
    Jay had ever even played a video game in his life. I kept thinking that
    Jay must have been feeling jealous that even Derek and his living
    conditions were better than what Jay had at home. To my surprise, Jay
    had played Nintendo, though his explanation didn't really surprise me.
    	"I used to play it when they had it on demo at K-Mart," Jay said.
    "All we have is an Atari that Mom got us for Christmas from Savers. I
    saw another one in there and it was like ten dollars."
    	"At least you have that," I said to Jay, knowing that, even
    without having been to his house yet, that he didn't have much. We
    spent about a half hour playing games. Jay was doing pretty well. He
    made it to level three on Super Mario Brothers on his first run after
    he watched Derek and me play for awhile.
    	Before Jay and I went back to my house Derek and I talked about
    Saturday's meeting.
    	"Is Jay coming to the meeting?" Derek asked me.
    	"Oh yeah, he is," I said. "In fact, he's going to be sleeping
    over tomorrow night. Is Steven coming?"
    	"He's not five yet," Derek said.
    	"So, let him come anyway and he can sit in as a guest," I told
    him. "Jay will just be a guest."
    	I decided that I had better get back home so that I could work on
    my homework and finish up my paper for English.
    	"See you at the meeting Saturday," I told Derek as Jay and I left
    his house. Jennie led us to the door and stared at our diapered butts
    and watched us waddle as we returned to my house.
    	"Wow, you know a lot of boys who wear diapers," Jay said.
    	"I don't know what it is, but I seem to have a way to find them."
    	"I'm sure glad they're all boys," Jay said.
    	"Same here," I said.
    	Back at my house, I showed Jay some things on the computer. I
    brought up some of the unprinted stories I had written and I also
    showed him some of my diary entries from over the summer. We continued
    to read stories. By this time I was needing to jack off again after
    having read the stories. I asked Jay if he would like to join me in a
    diaper-rubbing session, explaining what it entailed. To my surprise he
    readily agreed and I imagined that he was just as horny as I was from
    seeing me in diapers as well as Derek and Steven, as well as from all
    the diaper stuff that he had been initially exposed to. I had him get
    on his hands and knees while I rubbed my front up against his butt.
    With all I had been through this afternoon it didn't take me long to
    come. Jay agreed that this would be a lot of fun, so, as I rested I got
    into the same position as he was in before and I let him rub himself up
    against my butt. He wasn't able to ejaculate yet, but he still said
    that he "came."
    	"This is the most fun I have ever had," Jay said to me. "I don't
    think I have felt this happy in a long time."
    	Jay even gave me a hug for being such a good friend to him. I was
    beginning to think that I was the brother he wished he had. I knew how
    he was feeling. Tony seemed more like a brother to me as he was my
    first real friend. Still, I really felt good about having made a
    difference for Jay. He trusted me with his secrets and he felt a lot
    better being able to share with me the things that he had kept hidden.
    	"How does a sleepover sound tomorrow night?" I asked Jay.
    	"You serious?" Jay asked me, sounding incredulous.
    	"You don't have to, if you don't want to, I understand," I said.
    	"Are you kidding? I'd love to stay over!" Jay said. "Nobody's
    ever invited me to a sleepover before."
    	"Well now I have," I said. "Tony's gonna be here, too, is that
    okay?"
    	"Yeah, sure," Jay replied. "It'll be nice not having to share the
    bed with Lori for once."
    	"You can either sleep in the crib with me, or we'll bring a cot
    in here and let you sleep on it while Tony and me share the crib, it's
    up to you."
    	After we discussed the sleepover some more Jay read some of my
    diaper stories while I worked on my writing assignment for English that
    was due tomorrow. I almost had it done by the time my Mom came home
    from work, and by the time Dad was home it was finished. All I needed
    to do now was to print it. It would come out at thirteen printed pages
    in length, which was probably a lot longer than what Mrs. Steck wanted.
    I had to take out a lot of vulgarity and numerous references to my
    diapered butt, hard-ons, jacking off and the like, and had to make it
    suitable for use as a writing assignment.
    	Jay must have been jealous when he met my parents, knowing that
    he didn't have it so well with his family. He was shy as he approached
    my Mom and Dad, but they assured him that he was welcome at our house.
    	"Maybe Jay can stay for dinner," Mom suggested, probably knowing
    that he didn't eat a decent meal at home. I figured he must eat okay,
    since obviously he needed something to generate all the poop that he
    put in his underwear. On the other hand, he was rather thin.
    	Jay called his mother, who was still at work, to ask her if he
    could stay for dinner. His mother said he could and mentioned that she
    would pick him up afterwards, though she wasn't sure when she'd get off
    work. I told Jay what our address was so that his mother would know
    where to pick him up.
    	Tonight we had roast beef, which was a delicacy that Jay probably
    didn't get to enjoy very often. We also had mashed potatoes and gravy.
    Jay exercised good table manners and savored every bite of his plate. I
    could tell that he was very happy with what he was served. Because of
    Jay's painful past, not much was said about what he had been through,
    though he did explain why he wore multiple underpants instead of
    diapers.
    	"Chris used to do that, you know," my Mom said. "I think he used
    to make himself get diarrhea on purpose just so he could 'diaper'
    himself." Mom said this just as Lisa was pouring some beef gravy over
    her mashed potatoes.
    	"You just had to mention diarrhea at the dinner table, huh?" Lisa
    said.
    	"Yeah, and while you were pouring the gravy, too!" I commented.
    Lisa winced and paused for a moment before taking her first bite of the
    mashed potatoes. Jay pretty much kept quiet other than to tell everyone
    how glad he was to have me as a friend and looked forward to visiting.
    	"You're always welcome here, Jay," my Dad assured him.
    	"That's good," I said. "Because I was wondering if Jay could stay
    over tomorrow night."
    	"You're already having Tony stay over, right?"
    	"Yeah, but I can still have Jay, too, can't I?"
    	"Well, I dunno," Mom said.
    	"Aww Mom, it'll be Jay's first sleepover ever!" I said. "He's
    really looking forward to it."
    	Mom and Dad looked at each other. Dad just shrugged and nodded to
    indicate his approval.
    	"Well, okay," Mom said. "Just don't be rowdy and don't stay up
    all night."
    	"I know," I said.
    	Jay and I high-fived each other and said, "yyyyesss!"
    	"I can't wait to find out what Chris' room will smell like with
    three diapered boys sleeping in it," Lisa remarked.
    	"I wonder what the back yard will smell like after the diaper
    club meeting on Saturday," Cindy said.
    	Next we got to talking about everyone's school day. Both Jay and
    I had several complaints about Phil Brown.
    	"That's it, I'm writing a letter to the school," Mom said. "Just
    tell me what all he's done so far to you, Chris."
    	"When are you writing the letter?" I asked Mom.
    	"After Jay leaves we can do it on the computer," Mom said.
    	"You're not gonna have me give it to Mr. Brown, are you?"
    	"No, of course not, I'm mailing it," Mom said. "What good would
    it do to give it to him? He'd just throw it away and probably yell at
    you more."
    	By the time dinner was over with it was getting close to 7:00 and
    Jay's mother was going to be picking him up soon. At this time Jay and
    I went back into my room where I had taken his diapers off. He had peed
    and pooped in them, and he pooped quite a bit, too, so I had no doubts
    at that point that he had been eating well, especially since his
    underwear was just as filthy when I took it off before I diapered him.
    	"So, you like diapers better?" I asked Jay.
    	"A lot better," he said. "I don't think my Mom can afford to buy
    me Thickies, though."
    	"You don't have to wear Thickies, you know," I said. "You can buy
    flat cloth diapers at Kidz Klothez. You just have to fold them first
    and then pin them on."
    	"Well, that's another reason my Mom doesn't have me wear
    diapers," Jay said. "My Mom wants me to be able to put on my own
    underwear and take it off."
    	"I can show you how to do it when you get some real diapers," I
    told him.
    	"I'll talk to my Mom about getting some diapers," Jay said. After
    I cleaned him up I put the diapers in the pail and carried it to the
    laundry room. While I was in there I gathered up Jay's underwear and
    hauled it back in a laundry basket. Jay started putting it on. He went
    through the basket, sorting out the smaller sized pairs from the larger
    ones. He put on about a dozen pairs and then started putting them on
    backwards.
    	"Why do you wear some of them backwards?" I asked Jay.
    	"The extra layers in the seats help soak up the pee in case I pee
    in them, and my Mom makes me wear them this way so that they will show
    above my pants in the front, too. I can also get more pairs on at a
    time by doing this."
    	Jay managed to get twenty-four pairs of underwear on with the two
    sizes that he had available to him, pushing the outermost pairs to the
    absolute limit. He put the remaining pairs that wouldn't fit in his
    plastic bag. I asked Jay if he wanted to wear the plastic pants, too,
    which he agreed to take with him.
    	"Now Lori won't complain about me wetting the bed on her
    anymore," Jay said.
    	"Keep them, they're yours," I told Jay. "They're an older pair
    that doesn't fit over my diapers anymore."
    	"I just hope it fits over my underwear," Jay commented.
    	"You got lots of room," I told him, seeing that there was quite a
    bit of space in his plastic pants.
    	"I wear a lot of underwear, too," Jay said. "This is only what I
    can wear up to size 12. I still have three more sizes to go over
    these."
    	Jay and I goofed around for a few minutes and played computer
    games while waiting for his mother to show up. When she pulled up I
    looked out the front window. She was driving an old Toyota hatchback
    that had seen its better days. Jay's mother came to the door and
    greeted my parents.
    	"So, my boy's finally found a friend," she said as she introduced
    herself to my parents. She had a loud, boisterous voice.
    	"Yes. He's a very well-mannered boy," my Mom said to Jay's mom.
    	"So where's this Chris he's told me about?" I heard her ask my
    Mom. I went to the door and greeted her. She seemed nice enough. She
    was heavyset, about proportional to Megan, not quite as big as Lisa.
    	"Pleased to meet you, Chris," she said. "I thought I had Jay's
    butt all covered up in all the underwear he has to wear, but it looks
    like you got him beat in that area."
    	I just gave her an awkward smile.
    	"So where's Jay?" she asked.
    	"Right here, Mom!" Jay said as he was still in the middle of
    playing a game on the computer.
    	"Let's go, Jay!" she said.
    	"I wanna finish this game!" he said.
    	"I said NOW!" his mother demanded. I knew she meant business.
    With this, Jay got up from the computer and walked to his mother,
    carrying his plastic bag containing the remaining pairs of underwear
    along with his pants.
    	"Got your pants off already," his mother said as she took them
    from his hand. "Good boy."
    	She then looked at the plastic pants that Jay was wearing and
    asked what they were.
    	"They're plastic pants," Jay described. "Chris gave them to me.
    Now in case I wet the bed I won't get the sheets wet and Lori won't
    complain."
    	Jay's mother then pulled back on the plastic pants and looked at
    Jay's underwear.
    	"They're kind of loose, but by the time you get the rest of your
    underwear on that should fill them up the rest of the way," his mother
    said.
    	As Jay was leaving, I whispered "sleepover" to him, hoping he'd
    read my lips.
    	"Oh yeah, Mom? Can I sleep over here tomorrow night?"
    	"A sleepover?" she said. "You think you're ready for a sleepover,
    after just meeting Chris?"
    	"It'll be fun, Mom, I haven't been to a sleepover before!"
    	"Well, nobody wants a boy who poops his pants sleeping in his
    bed, that's why," his mother said.
    	"He can poop all he wants," I said. "I poop my pants, too, well,
    actually, my diapers."
    	"Well, okay, it's up to you, Jay," his mother told him. "But
    you'll either have to wait until I get home or find a way to come over
    with Chris after school."
    	"We'll figure something out," I told his mother.
    	"Okay," Jay's mother said. "Let's get home, Jay."
    	"See you tomorrow," I said to Jay, staring at his "diapered" butt
    as I watched his mother escort him out to the car.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 120
    ----------------------------

    	After Jay had gone home with his mother my Mom and I went over to
    the computer together. Mom started up WordPerfect. Because Jay had shut
    off the computer while he had WordPerfect open along with a file, the
    software assumed that a power failure had occurred. The software
    maintained backups of all the files that were open while the program
    was running and it brought these up when the program was started again.
    Because of this functionality, one of my stories had come up on the
    screen. I called it "Willy Wanker and the 'Chocolate Factory'" with
    "Chocolate Factory" underlined. It was pretty easy to figure out what
    the "chocolate factory" referred to, being a poopy-diapers story, of
    course.
    	"Oh, Chris," Mom groaned in her mildly disapproving tone, even
    though she knew I wrote things like this all the time.
    	"What?" I asked Mom, knowing what she was groaning about.
    	"Willy Wanker and the Chocolate Factory," Mom repeated the title.
    It wasn't often that I heard Mom say the word "wanker."
    	This particular story was about a boy named Willie who jacked off
    in his diapers every time he had to take a crap, so he always ate lots
    of chocolate and would give himself diarrhea on purpose so that he
    could jack off more. It was quite a vulgar story, to say the least. I
    think Mom read the first few lines just to get an idea what the story
    was about. If she only knew how the rest of it went.
    	I just looked at mom sheepishly with an embarrassed grin as Mom
    sighed, shook her head and closed the file and then started with a
    clean slate. She began typing the letter, the letter in which I hoped
    would bring Mr. Brown's career as a professional asshole to an end:

    Dear Mr. Carberry,

    My son Chris is currently enrolled in the seventh grade Boys Physical
    Education class. His instructor is Phil Brown. Chris is among several
    boys in the class who wear diapers. Chris has brought to my attention
    several complaints regarding Mr. Brown's poor conduct towards him and
    the other boys who wear diapers for this very reason. To date, my son
    has cited the following actions by Mr. Brown having taken place during
    the class:

    	Now it was my turn to get in a few words about Mr. Brown's
    conduct. Mom asked me to describe in detail all of the things that Mr.
    Brown had done so far. I rattled off all the charges that I could think
    of, some of which Mom couldn't believe.
    	"You're being totally honest, right?" Mom asked me.
    	"Yes, I am," I said emphatically.
    	"Okay, because this is letter is going both to the Principal and
    to the Superintendent, so it's important that you not falsely accuse
    your P.E. teacher of something he didn't really do."
    	"Well, he's done all this stuff, Mom, believe me," I said. "Tony
    and Jay can back me up on it, too. So can Bryce and Luke. They also
    have Mr. Brown and--"
    	"Okay, Chris, I believe you," Mom said as she cut me off. "He
    just outright insults you boys, that's just not right. I thought part
    of a coach's job was to inspire and to teach respect for one another,
    even your competitors."
    	"I don't think 'respect' is even in his vocabulary," I commented.
    We had a good list of things to bring to the attention of the school's
    top administrators. Mom continued writing after I had come up with
    enough accusations to hopefully get Mr. Brown out of our school.

    As a parent, I find it appalling that a teacher would treat his
    students this way. I feel that a teacher should be fair and objective
    and should treat all students equally. A teacher should also recognize
    that not all students are going to perform at the same level and that
    adjustments must be made accordingly to accommodate those students
    whose aptitudes are below average. Mr. Brown has failed to meet any of
    these standards according to my son's report on his conduct. I demand
    that Mr. Brown immediately be counseled on the grounds that failure to
    improve his conduct will result in termination of his position. Any
    further complaints from my son regarding Mr. Brown will result in
    another letter which will demand that Mr. Brown be terminated at once.
    Thank you.

    Sincerely,

    Brenda Barrett

    	After the letter was typed out Mom saved it and printed it. She
    then changed the addressee to the Superintendent's name and ran off
    another copy. I felt that it was pretty strongly worded, although I
    would have just said "Fire this asshole!" and called it good. When the
    two letters were printed Mom signed each of them.
    	"Do I have to sign them, too?" I asked Mom.
    	"No," she said. Mom then went to grab a couple envelopes to mail
    the letters. I went up to her and asked her if she'd mind picking Tony
    and me up from Jay's house after she got off work.
    	"Where does Jay live?" Mom asked me and I gave her the necessary
    information.
    	"Oh, that place, how lovely," Mom remarked with a sigh.
    	"What do you mean, 'that place'?" I asked Mom, noting her
    sarcasm.
    	"That place is a big dump and I'm glad the city council approved
    a developer's plans to put a new subdivision in there."
    	"Why, is the place that bad?" I asked Mom.
    	"Yeah, especially since it's right near the school and drug
    dealers live there."
    	"Oh, how nice," I said. "So I probably shouldn't go with Jay
    after school, huh?"
    	"I wouldn't walk through there at night, that's for sure," Mom
    said.
    	"But what about after school tomorrow? It'll be daylight then.
    There'll be three of us, Mom, we'll be safe."
    	"I know you boys will be careful, but I'm still concerned," Mom
    said.
    	"Can we still go over there?" I asked Mom one more time, hoping
    she'd let us.
    	"Yes, you can go, Chris, but go straight to Jay's house," Mom
    said firmly. "Don't talk to anyone along the way or even look at them,
    and if you feel like you're in trouble, just run, drop your bag if you
    have to, just run."
    	"Aww mom, it can't be that bad there. We live in Boise, Idaho,
    not Chicago or any place like that."
    	"Well, Chris, that's the very sort of complacency that gets
    people in trouble around here," Mom said. "People think they're safe
    here because we're not in a big city and we don't have any real slums,
    but we still have our share of dirty people. Just be careful, okay?"
    	"I will, Mom," I said to her.
    	At this point Mom was done at the computer and I took over at the
    console. I brought up my English paper and read through it again just
    to make sure I got rid of all the things that Mrs. Steck wouldn't
    approve of reading. Just to make sure all was okay, I searched for
    words like "shit", "piss", "damn" and "fuck", of which none appeared in
    the document after editing. Just for good measure I made sure that
    "jack off" and all its conjugations were eliminated as well as "jerk
    off" and "masturbate." All was clear as far as I could see. I printed
    the document, all thirteen pages of it. While I was at it I decided to
    print what I had written so far of "Willy Wanker" since I was in the
    mood to use it as a jack-off story before going to bed.
    	I took my printouts with me and took them into my bedroom where I
    sat at my desk and read over my English assignment. Even with as much
    cleaning up as I did, it was hard not to describe the thickness of my
    diapers and how they covered my body and how I had to get my diapers
    changed without at least having to make some references to male anatomy
    and bodily functions. Reading it was enough to get me hard, and even
    worth humping the chair through my diapers, but not enough to be worth
    jacking off to. I saved the "Willy Wanker" story for this purpose. For
    now I decided to work on my math homework as well as catch up on my
    Social Studies reading assignment. I still had list of questions to
    answer from Reading. I did about half of this before I got too tired
    and too apathetic about the assignment. I figured I could work on the
    rest of it tomorrow morning during any of my first three classes
    instead.
    	Just before it was time for me to go to bed Cindy came into my
    room to change my diapers. I was wet and poopy as always. She cleaned
    me up just enough so that I wouldn't leave a trail of poop on the way
    into the bathroom to take my shower. While I stood there cleaning
    myself off I jerked my dick a few times thinking about Jay, but I
    didn't want to waste a cum without having diapers on. I cleansed my
    butt thoroughly and also washed out my crotch. This, too, kept me hard
    during the shower. I was sporting enough pubic hair now that I felt
    that I should probably get it shaved off soon since it was making it
    harder for my crotch to stay clean. After I washed and rinsed my hair
    my shower was finished. I toweled myself off and returned to my room,
    walking down the hallway naked, doing this as Lisa was also headed
    towards me from her room. I noticed Lisa looking at my dick and balls
    hanging down from my crotch.
    	"You should start putting a towel around you," Lisa suggested.
    	"What?" I said. "You've seen me naked before."
    	"Yes, but you're getting older and it doesn't look as decent,"
    Lisa replied. "You're starting to get more hair down there, for one
    thing."
    	"I'm planning to shave it off," I said.
    	"Whatever," Lisa said. I just kept going and went back into my
    room. At this time Cindy heavily diapered me up for the night, using
    three Thickies diapers without any other regular diapers underneath
    them. I told Cindy that Jay wanted her to diaper him, but was too shy
    to ask.
    	"I thought so," Cindy said. "I could tell from the look in his
    eyes that he wanted me to."
    	"He's coming over for a sleepover tomorrow night, so maybe then
    you can diaper him then."
    	"I will, don't you worry," Cindy said with a grin.
    	After Cindy changed me into clean, dry diapers I got out my
    "Willy Wanker" story and began reading it. I got through the first two
    pages before I couldn't resist the urge to masturbate any longer. While
    I had on clean diapers, I imagined myself having soiled diapers on at
    the same time Willy did in my story, and at the same time he jacked
    off, so did I. It was a great way to end the day.
    	Friday came at last. I was looking forward to the weekend,
    especially with having Jay staying overnight for a sleepover and having
    the D.B.A. meeting the day after. For now I had a matter of seven
    classes to go through first.
    	Mrs. Steck called on everyone to turn in their English papers
    first thing, so she came around the room and collected them. When I
    handed her my paper she looked at it and leafed through it, seeing how
    many pages there were. I thought she was going to say something to me
    right there and then, but she moved on to collect everyone else's
    papers. From what I could see, mine was the longest. When she came back
    up the row, she showed me my paper and said to me, "you sure had a busy
    summer, didn't you?"
    	"Yeah, but it was fun," I said with a smile.
    	Second period passed without much incident. I managed to do part
    of my Reading homework during Mr. Mathers' lecture, making sure that my
    Social Studies book was open on the right page while we went through
    the chapter. Next came the ten-minute break, during which all met for
    cinnamon rolls and milk.
    	"The sleepover still on?" I asked Jay.
    	"Yeah," he said. "But how are we gonna do this?"
    	"Do what?" I asked him to specify.
    	"How am I gonna get to your place?"
    	"We'll come over to your place after school so you can get your
    stuff, and then my Mom will pick us all up after she's off work," I
    explained.
    	"That'll work," Jay said. "There isn't much to do at my house,
    though."
    	"We'll come up with something, I'm sure," I said. "You have a
    VCR, don't you?" I asked without trying to sound too condescending.
    	"Yeah," Jay said. I was surprised that they actually had one.
    "Why?"
    	"I brought some of my diaper videos so that we could watch them,
    since you liked them so much last night."
    	"Oh yeah, that'll be fun," Jay commented.
    	Luke and Bryce gave us the daily Mr. Brown report and told us
    that we were going to be running the mile.
    	"Running? A MILE?!" I gasped.
    	"Yeah, and if you come to the finish line walking Mr. Brown said
    he'd mark you off for it," Bryce said.
    	"So how did you guys finish?" I asked Bryce.
    	"Walking," he said. "My lungs felt like they were going to burst,
    I didn't care."
    	"I had wet and poopy diapers on when I ran, and this slowed me
    down and Mr. Brown chewed me out for it," Luke complained. "He told me
    that I should take my diaper off. Yeah, and then I'd like to shove it
    in his face."
    	"It'd be an improvement to his appearance," Tony remarked. We all
    enjoyed a laugh over this.
    	At this point I told everyone about the letter my Mom wrote last
    night and urged everyone to tell their parents to write letters to the
    school and to the Superintendent to complain about Mr. Brown.
    	"This shit's gotta stop," I said, dreading the fact that I still
    had P.E. class left to go.
    	After the break was over we diverged and went to our respective
    third-period classes. I managed to get a few more questions done on my
    Reading class assignment, but there was too much going on in math class
    to allow me to finish Mr. Eastman's assignment. Next period came P.E. I
    would have gladly sat out running the mile to have worked on my Reading
    assignment, but I didn't have this option.
    	As usual, Mr. Brown was blowing his whistle as if he were giving
    it fellatio, telling us to hurry up. My butt was itching from a minor
    rash. I stuck my finger up into the leg opening so that I could scratch
    the offending irritation. Mr. Brown said, "quit picking your butt and
    get moving!"
    	"I'm not picking it, I'm scratching it! All right?" I said.
    	"I don't care, you diaper boys always hold up the rest of us!"
    	I mocked Mr. Brown by silently mimicking his words, tilting my
    head each way as I spoke ach word.
    	"I don't ever want to see that again!" Mr. Brown said.
    	"See what?"
    	"You know what! Now shut up and get going!"
    	If only I had a brick would have I thrown it at Mr. Brown's head
    as he turned his back. Instead I flipped him off. Much to my surprise,
    he turned around again, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.
    	"And I don't ever want to see that again, either!"
    	"What? How? How did...?" I tried to ask Mr. Brown. He pointed to
    the one-way glass between his office and our row of lockers, in which
    he could see my reflection.
    	"We'll be having a talk if this attitude of yours keeps up!" Mr.
    Brown warned me as he walked away. I was ready to explode at this
    point.
    	As always, the rest of the class was out on the field waiting for
    us diaper boys to join them, and they mocked us upon our arrival. Mr.
    Brown seemed to be encouraging them to ridicule us. We proceeded to go
    through the morning regimen and then it was time to go over to the
    track where we would be running the dreaded mile. The track was a
    quarter mile around, meaning of course, running four complete laps to
    make the mile. Greg had his stopwatch in hand as Mr. Brown blew the
    whistle. I was doing okay for awhile, pacing myself and taking it easy,
    saving my energy for the duration of the run. Tony and I made the first
    lap okay, but we were all so far behind the other boys already. Jay was
    having a hard time keeping up as he was encumbered by his thick
    underwear, so we slowed down and waited for him.
    	"Doin' all right?" I asked Jay as I was huffing and puffing.
    	"I dunno," he said. "I don't (gasp) think I'm gonna (gasp) make
    it."
    	"How is your 'diaper' doing?" I asked him.
    	"I just (gasp) just had to take a (gasp) a crap before class
    (gasp) st- 9gasp) started," he said. "It's rubbing all 9gasp) over my
    butt."
    	"I know the feeling," I said. "Especially right now since I shit
    my own diaper just now."
    	I noticed that Jay didn't have his plastic pants on, so I asked
    him where they were.
    	"I left them home," he said after slowing down to catch his
    breath. "They don't fit very well unless I have more underwear on,
    which I can't wear and still be able to wear my pants to school."
    	By the time we were halfway around the second lap we were all
    running out of steam in spite of taking it slow and easy to conserve
    energy. Some of the other boys had already completed their second lap
    and were about to lap us.
    	"Hurry up, slowpokes!" one of them said as he went past us, all
    of us trying to look like we were running. It wasn't easy to run with a
    diaper full of poop. Each step I ran rubbed my feces around more and
    more in my diaper.
    	"That's it (gasp), I have to (gasp) walk (gasp) the rest (gasp)
    of the (gasp) of the way," Jay said while taking a couple breaths in
    between words as he stopped running just before we completed the second
    lap.
    	"Come on, let's go!" Mr. Brown prodded us, hitting his hand
    against his clipboard as we could barely breathe at this point. He blew
    his whistle, as if this motivated us to move any faster. We had caught
    up with Jimmy, one of the diaper boys. He had been holding onto the
    sides of his sweat pants. I could see his diaper sagging in the seat.
    	"What's the matter?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"My diaper slipped off," he said ruefully.
    	"What kind do you wear?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Some cheapie brand," he said. "I hope Mr. Brown will excuse me
    and let me go change."
    	"Good luck," I said. Jimmy stopped and walked across the practice
    football field that was in the middle of the track. By the time we made
    it around to the third lap we saw Jimmy talking to Mr. Brown.
    	"No, take care of that when you go shower!" Mr. Brown yelled at
    him. "Now stop wasting my time and get back out there and start
    running!"
    	"Fuck you!" I said loudly enough for Tony and Jay to hear me, but
    by then we were out of earshot of Mr. Brown. We looked behind us and
    saw poor Jimmy trying to run, but with his diaper not holding on there
    was no way for him to do this. We slowed ourselves down and waited for
    Jimmy to catch up.
    	"What did Mr. Brown say?" I asked Jimmy, having just enough
    breath to get my question out.
    	"He said to take care of it when we go back to the showers,"
    Jimmy said with his head low. "I should have changed, but Mr. Brown was
    yelling at us to hurry up."
    	"Have your parents write a letter to the school, and to the
    school board," I recommended. I gasped for air and said, "That's what
    my Mom did."
    	"Oh shit!" Jimmy said as he looked down at his gray sweat pants.
    I didn't have to ask Jimmy what he was oh-shitting about.
    	"Damn, dude, you're leaking bad!" I said.
    	"I told Mom not to buy these cheap-ass diapers," Jimmy
    complained.
    	"Have you thought about wearing Thickies?" Tony asked him.
    	"Yeah, but Mom says they're too expensive," Jimmy complained.
    	"I know, but they're a hell of a lot better!" Tony managed to say
    with conviction in spite of his being short on breath.
    	"Why, you guys wear them?" he asked.
    	Both Tony and me lifted our shirts to let him see our diapers
    showing above our shorts.
    	"I was wondering what those big diapers were that I see you guys
    wearing," Jimmy said. "Sorry, I mean, I couldn't help but notice."
    	"That's all right," I said, having gained some breath as we had
    all slowed to a walk. "We all see each other in our diapers."
    	"Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice our diapers," Tony said.
    	"And we like people to notice anyway," I added.
    	We struggled to make our way around the track one more time. Only
    a few other boys, some of them diaper boys and others just boys (to
    call them "toilet boys" would be an abomination against all boykind),
    were struggling to maintain their pace. One by one, we came across the
    finish line. Mr. Brown had been running his stopwatch as well while his
    assistant had already directed the other boys to the next activity. As
    we virtually crawled to the finish line Mr. Brown read our finish times
    aloud:
    	"9:50, 9:54, 9:57, 10:02, 10:03, 10:07, about time, boys!"
    	Tony and I each finished in tandem at 10:03, while Jay was close
    behind us at the very last. We were so exhausted and we all crashed to
    the ground.
    	"Come on, boys, stop slacking around!" Mr. Brown shouted.
    	"But we're tired!" I complained.
    	"We're tired, we're tired!" Mr. Brown mocked us. "'Tired' is
    *not* a word I want to hear in this class! Ever!"
    	Jimmy's sweat pants were drenched all down the front from his
    leaking diaper. The other kids were laughing at him and Jimmy looked
    like he was about to cry.
    	"Mr. Brown, I have to go change!" Jimmy said.
    	"No!" he shouted. "Class ain't over, and you didn't call me Coach
    Brown!"
    	"Okay, COACH Brown!" Jimmy stated again. "Can I go change, COACH
    Brown?!"
    	"I said class ain't over! You deaf or something?"
    	This did it. Jimmy was now crying, his seemingly fragile feelings
    hurt by this sorry excuse for a gym teacher, more like a sorry excuse
    for a human being. God, how I wish Mom had waited a day to write that
    letter. I would have had plenty of new goodies for the school board to
    hear about.
    	"I don't want crybabies in my class!" Mr. Brown said. "Now come
    on and join the others over here, boys!"
    	Mr. Brown ran ahead to meet up with the rest of the boys who had
    moved down the field a ways. Tony, Jay and I stayed behind to console
    Jimmy.
    	"It's okay," I said, putting my arm around Jimmy's shoulder. "He
    won't last too much longer if he treats us this way."
    	"I hate Mr. Brown!" Jimmy sobbed.
    	"We all hate him," I said, speaking on behalf of Tony and the
    other diaper boys, including Jay, who was as good as a genuine diaper
    boy as far as I was concerned. While we walked, I told Jimmy about the
    letter that my Mom had written and suggested that his mom do the same.
    He agreed that this would be a good idea.
    	Mr. Brown stared at us as we approached the rest of the class
    that had been waiting for us.
    	"About time," he said while idly swinging his stopwatch around
    his finger. "Let's get going!"
    	Mr. Brown made us run through the obstacle course in spite of the
    fact that we had just burned ourselves out on the track. I felt more
    like I was in basic training in the army with the way Mr. Brown was
    forcing us through all these exercises, making us perform beyond our
    ability. He mocked us for our high times. I was so exhausted I was
    dizzy. I thought I was going to pass out.
    	"If you boys would quit yapping you might make better times!" Mr.
    Brown criticized us. He didn't seem to care that Jimmy's diaper had
    slipped down into his already soaked sweatpants. His butt was wet, too.
    He had to pull his sweats down and let everyone see his soaked diaper
    so that he could pull it back up. By this time we were ready to head
    back and get showered and dressed.
    	I talked to Jimmy on the way back to the locker room. To make him
    feel better, I invited him to join us for lunch after fifth period. He
    said that he would like to, but was expecting to meet with his own
    friends.
    	"That's fine," I said. "Do they wear diapers, too?"
    	"No," he said. He paused for a moment. "Well, I promised not to
    tell anybody, but since you all wear diapers I guess it's okay if I
    tell you that they like to wear them like at sleepovers and stuff,
    because they like to, and to make me feel better, and one of them used
    to be a bedwetter and he used to wear diapers, but now he wants to wear
    them again."
    	"That's pretty cool of them," I said.
    	"I'm surprised that they like to wear diapers," Jimmy said.
    	"Why's that?" I asked him.
    	"I wish I didn't still have to wear them," Jimmy said. "I was
    hoping I'd be out of them by the time I got to middle school, but now
    it looks like I might have to always wear them."
    	"I think you'd be surprised by how many boys like to wear
    diapers," I told him.
    	"Really?" Jimmy said.
    	"Oh yeah, there's quite a few of us, more than you might think,"
    I said. "Ever heard of Diaper Boys of America?"
    	"No," Jimmy said. "What's that?"
    	"It's a club for boys who wear diapers," I said.
    	"Me and Chris are the directors," Tony said. "We're having a
    meeting this Saturday, you wanna come?"
    	"What's the club about?" Jimmy asked.
    	"We just like to get together and talk about wearing diapers. We
    share stories, drawings, things like that, it's a lot of fun. You think
    you'd like to come?"
    	"Well, I dunno," Jimmy said as he hesitated. "I got plans with my
    family tomorrow."
    	"That's all right," I said. "Maybe I can tell you a little about
    the club during lunch, if you're interested."
    	"Well, okay," Jimmy said after having to think about it for a
    moment.
    	We got to the locker room and undressed for the showers. Jimmy's
    diaper was soaked beyond its capacity. It fell to the floor and pee
    splattered out from where it had struck. I could even feel some of the
    pee droplets spraying my ankles and my feet. I took my own wet and
    messy diaper off and tossed it into the trash. Just about all of us on
    diaper row needed to change our diapers today. I wiped up the excess
    poop so that I wouldn't leave a trail on the way to the shower, where I
    sprayed off the rest of my mess. Hugh was there, too, and he was
    grossed out by seeing the brown puddle of poop at my feet.
    	"You're sick," Hugh said as he held his nose. Just seeing him
    wince at my poop odors was satisfying enough. Upon returning to my
    locker I saw Jay taking off his poopy underpants, much to the disgust
    of the other boys around him. After I got finished dressing back up I
    watched Jay get himself dressed. After he had put on about a dozen
    pairs of briefs Tony and I went over to him and waited for him to get
    the rest of his underwear on. We waited until after the bell rang and
    then he walked with us as we all headed to our fifth period classes.
    	So far our lunch gathering of diaper boys had been standing at
    five members and there was no room for Jimmy or his friends at our
    table, should they show up. I looked for Jimmy and found him and his
    friends at their own table a couple rows over. I got up and went over
    to them.
    	"Hey Jimmy," I said.
    	"Hey Chris," he said.
    	"Did you want to talk to me about the club?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Oh yeah, sure," he said. I invited him over to our table. He
    said he would join us as soon as he finished with his lunch. He then
    introduced me to his friends and explained who I was.
    	"We've heard a few things about you," one of them said.
    	"What, that I'm a major diaper freak?"
    	The two boys nodded and said, "yeah, you could say that." It
    appeared that they were reserved about discussing their apparent diaper
    fetish, even subtly, especially as we were in the middle of the
    cafeteria.
    	"Well, everything you've heard about me is true," I said. "How
    about you guys?"
    	"Well, we kind of like to keep it private," one of them said.
    	"I understand," I told them.
    	"Jimmy was telling us about some sort of club you have," one of
    the kids said.
    	"Yeah, it's a club for boys who wear, you know," I said, knowing
    that the boys would understand. I then said "diapers" without any
    vocalization so that the boys could read my lips.
    	"Cool, can we join?" one of the boys asked enthusiastically.
    	"Sure, but you might want to come to the meeting that we're
    having tomorrow and find out more about it," I told him.
    	"Can you tell us a little more about?" the eager boys asked.
    	"Sure," I said. "We'll be over here, come meet us when you guys
    are ready," I said. With this I went back to my table and finished up
    my lunch with the others. A few minutes later Jimmy and his two friends
    pulled up some chairs from the table next to us that had been vacated.
    Since the crowd had thinned out by this time we were able to talk about
    diapers more openly, but for the sake of Jimmy and his buddies, we
    spoke in a low voice.
    	Tony and I told Jimmy and his two friends some basic facts about
    the club, stating that it currently only accepts members who are 24/7
    diaper wearers and requires that its members pay dues.
    	"Tomorrow the members are going to vote to make a few changes to
    the eligibility guidelines," I told them. "I'm all for allowing anyone
    who just wants to wear you-know-whats to join the club."
    	Tony and I told the boys about the activities we do in the club.
    One of them told me that he had written a few stories but didn't think
    he could ever share them with anyone, so he was excited to know that he
    could let others see his writing talents. They kept asking questions
    and were all genuinely interested in joining the club. I wish I had
    brought my information with me to give to the boys. We talked about the
    diaper club right up until the bell rang. At that time I told the boys
    where my house was.
    	"Should we come wearing D's?" one of the boys asked, saying just
    the letter instead of the entire word.
    	"By all means, please do," I told him. "It's the club's dress
    code."
    	As I watched Jimmy and his friends take off I could see that the
    other two boys had tents in their jeans. Just seeing how the boys
    responded to the idea of joining the diaper club tented my diaper as
    well.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 121-130

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