    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 131
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    	I woke up from my nap a couple hours later. When I first woke up
    I wasn't even sure what time it was. In fact, I was so disoriented that
    I thought I had overslept and was running late for school. I looked
    over at my clock radio. It read 7:23. I didn't pay attention to the
    fact that it was PM, and at this time of year the sun came up and went
    down at almost the same clock time in the morning as in the evening.
    Since it was cloudy outside I couldn't determine which end of the sky
    the sun was on. To me it seemed like morning, a school morning.
    	"Oh shit!" I said. I quickly got out of my crib and started
    scrambling to get my clothes ready so that when Cindy changed my
    diapers they would be ready. I then realized that while my diapers were
    wet, I hadn't pooped in them, which was unusual. It was then that it
    dawned on me. I looked at my clock again and took note of the PM light.
    I suddenly recalled the events of the day, remembering that it was
    still Saturday. I couldn't believe it! I must have still been half-
    asleep while I was getting up. I looked out the window and saw that it
    had started raining again.
    	As I yawned and stretched I could hear Cindy laughing out in the
    living room. I figured she was probably just watching some funny movie
    or something. Perhaps she had invited Gina over for a sleepover. When I
    waddled my way out to see what she was watching I found that she was
    playing back the video that we had taken of ourselves on the way over
    to Aaron's house for the diaper club meeting. She must have gotten it
    out of the video camera when I set it down in the living room. I could
    even see the video camera still sitting where I left it, but with the
    tape door open. I didn't mind that Cindy was watching the video. In
    fact, I was enjoying getting her reaction to the things that we did in
    the video. It's not like it's any secret that those of us who are in
    the club love to express our love for wearing diapers. I stood there at
    the edge of the hallway and watched the video along with Cindy.
    	"I can't believe this," Cindy commented. "My brother's a total
    nut when it comes to his diapers."
    	"You just now figured that out, Cindy?" I thought to myself. I
    remained silent and Cindy was oblivious to my presence. She watched in
    amazement as we caught the reaction of the people behind us when we
    diaper-mooned them.
    	"My brother has no shame," Cindy commented again, thinking that
    she was alone. I didn't think she'd ever since that I was standing
    there close by. Suddenly I felt an itch on my left buttock just right
    inside my diaper. I stuck my finger up in there and scratched it. My
    plastic pants made enough of a sound that upon doing this Cindy
    realized that I had been standing there.
    	"I thought I smelled your stinky butt," Cindy said upon her
    realization that I had been standing there. She then shut the VCR off.
    	"Stinky butt? Not now, believe it or not," I said. I then let out
    a loud fart.
    	"Now your butt's stinky," Cindy said.
    	"Just because I farted," I said. "But I'm not poopy."
    	"You smell like you are," Cindy commented.
    	"Diane just diapered me before she brought me back home," I said.
    	"That was over two hours ago," Cindy said. "You've had a chance
    to poop by then."
    	"I'm just wet right now," I said.
    	"It's hard to tell with you, Chris," Cindy said. "I think after
    awhile you just get to smelling like poop all the time, like your
    skin's absorbed all the odors over the years or something."
    	"You think so?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Every time I'm around you, you smell," Cindy said. "Even right
    out of the shower. Maybe it's just my imagination since I expect you to
    always smell. The furniture and this whole house have probably absorbed
    all your diaper odors for the last four years or however long it's
    been."
    	"One thousand, four hundred and eight days, to be exact," I said.
    	"Only *you* would keep track of something like that, Chris,"
    Cindy said as she rolled her eyes. I just smiled proudly. "Just like
    Rain Man."
    	I realized that only Cindy was home. Lisa was at work, of course,
    being that it was a Saturday night. The whereabouts of my parents,
    however, was unknown.
    	"So where's Mom and Dad?" I asked Cindy.
    	"They went out to eat," Cindy said. "Mom didn't feel like cooking
    tonight."
    	"Ahh man, I wanted to go," I said as I snapped my fingers in
    disappointment that I had missed them.
    	"What, and put pants on and disrupt your weekend of being in just
    your diapers nonstop?" Cindy said.
    	"Who said I was gonna wear any pants?" I said. Of course I was
    just kidding. About going out in diapers, that is, not kidding about
    not wanting to wear pants.
    	"I wouldn't put that past you, Chris," Cindy remarked. She then
    explained, "Mom didn't want to wake you, and I really didn't want to go
    anywhere tonight, so she and Dad decided to just go on their own."
    	"Okay, so what are we having for supper?" I asked.
    	"Mom called and told me to call the restaurant they're at and
    place an order for you if you woke up before too long after they left.
    They'll pay for it and pick it up from there before they leave."
    	Cindy then asked me what I wanted for dinner. I told her to order
    me some chicken strips and fries, while she ordered a Caesar salad for
    herself. Cindy then called our order in and asked for the manager as he
    (maybe a she) had apparently been informed of the arrangement by our
    parents.
    	While we waited for Mom and Dad to bring our dinner home Cindy
    asked me about the video that she had been watching.
    	"You guys have no shame," Cindy told us.
    	"Nope, we don't," I said with a smile.
    	"I can't believe you guys stuck your butts up against the window
    like that!" Cindy exclaimed.
    	"I'm your brother, remember," I told Cindy. "I'm the one who's
    totally nuts about his diapers, right?"
    	"In that case I should believe it," Cindy commented. "That's why
    I wouldn't put it past you to walk into a restaurant wearing only your
    diapers. They'd probably kick you out for indecency."
    	"Well, then they'd have to kick pretty hard," I said as I got up
    from the couch and bent over, slapping my butt as I stuck it into
    Cindy's face.
    	"My point exactly," Cindy said. "Everything you say or do has to
    do with diapers."
    	"That isn't a bad thing, is it?" I asked Cindy, feeling concerned
    that she might think that there's something wrong with how I exhibit my
    obsession with diapers.
    	"Since I know you're my brother and I know what you've been
    through and why you're such a diaper freak, no, it's not a bad thing to
    me, but other people may not think the same way," Cindy answered. She
    then rewound the tape and we watched it through again. I started
    laughing as I anticipated seeing the shocked look on the faces of the
    people behind us. Of course this scene was preceded by the shot of four
    white diapered boy butts simultaneously pressing up against the back
    window.
    	"How did you guys do that?" Cindy asked.
    	"Do what?" I asked.
    	"Get that shot of you from outside the truck?"
    	I explained to Cindy how we dubbed it in to the video after we
    got to Aaron's house. Cindy thought this was a pretty neat trick.
    	"Maybe we can send this in to America's Funniest Home Videos,"
    Cindy suggested.
    	"That's what Aaron said," I told Cindy. "I'm not sure how Mom and
    Dad would react after seeing what we did in the middle of traffic."
    	"At this point, Chris, none of us should be too surprised," Cindy
    commented.
    	"Are you going to let them see it?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Of course!" she said. "Just think, we could win ten thousand
    dollars from this!"
    	"Well, okay," I said, figuring that it was worth at least asking
    Mom and Dad about sending in.
    	"Just think of what ten thousand dollars would buy," Cindy said
    dreamingly. "We'd split it five ways and we'd each have two thousand
    dollars. Dad would probably invest his two thousand, Mom would probably
    put her portion towards our college fund, which Dad may also do. Lisa
    could put it towards her car-- or , I could put it in savings for my
    own car, or go on a big shopping spree. What would you do with your two
    thousand?"
    	"I'd spend it on Thickies diapers!" I said with a smile.
    	"On second thought, I would have placed a bet with my money on
    what you would say you'd spend your money on. I would have won," Cindy
    said, sounding satisfied that she was right about my answer. "Have you
    ever thought about how you could never actually use that many diapers?"
    	"Yeah, but it'd be fun knowing that I have so many diapers," I
    said. "I'd let Jay have some of them so that he doesn't have to keep
    putting on all that underwear all the time and he could have some real
    diapers to wear."
    	"Oh, that reminds me, Jay left his underwear behind," Cindy said.
    "That includes the pairs you wore home from his house."
    	"He's got plenty more underwear, buh-leeve me!" I said
    emphatically. I then explained to Cindy what I saw at his house the day
    before when his Mom came home with several boxes full of used boys'
    underpants. I then told Cindy how Jay's sisters cut out the seats of
    some of the pairs and sewed them into other pairs to make the butts
    thicker and more prominent. I couldn't help but to start rubbing myself
    while I talked about this.
    	"I noticed that," Cindy said. She gave me a look to suggest that
    I stop rubbing my diapers in front of her.
    	"They said they were making for Jay some four-layered underwear,"
    I added.
    	"You have enough diapers as it is that you could probably spare a
    few of them, anyway," Cindy said.
    	"I might give him some of my non-Thickies, since I want to get it
    to where all I have is Thickies diapers," I said.
    	About forty-five minutes later Mom and Dad came home. Mom had our
    dinners with her, each of them in their own Styrofoam boxes. She set
    them down on the coffee table in front of us.
    	"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I wish I could have gone with you."
    	"I know, but I didn't want to wake you," Mom told me. "Besides,
    your father and I enjoyed having a night out to ourselves."
    	I got up and grabbed me a soda to drink. Of course I poured it
    into one of my baby bottles. I then carried it back with me. I took my
    seat on the couch next to Cindy.
    	`"Where's mine?" she asked, implying that she expected me to get
    her something to drink as well.
    	"You didn't ask," I said.
    	"You should have offered," she said. "Never mind, I'll get it."
    	"No, stay put, I can get it for you," I said. I figured Cindy and
    I were getting along pretty well tonight and I felt like being nice.
    	"Just get me a glass of water," Cindy said. "I'm on a diet."
    	"Okay," I said as I waddled back into the kitchen.
    	"Put in a regular glass, not one of your baby bottles!" she
    shouted. The thought never crossed my mind. Just as girls don't wear
    diapers as far as I'm concerned, they don't drink from baby bottles,
    either.
    	As I filled the glass with water I got to thinking about girls
    and their weight. Cindy was getting to be rather heavyset, but she
    wasn't anything like Lisa, at least not yet. Still, I couldn't figure
    out why girls had such a hang-up with their weight. If they weren't my
    sisters I'd say that Cindy and Lisa looked pretty good for being bigger
    than average and that plenty of boys like girls with some meat on them.
    This is why I liked Megan and Diane so much. I got back to the couch
    and I handed Cindy her water.
    	"Thanks," she said. She then picked up the remote control and
    rewound the tape.
    	"Mom, check this out!" Cindy said as she started the tape again.
    Mom was sitting in the chair, waiting and wondering what she was going
    to see.
    	"What is it?" Mom asked.
    	"You'll see," Cindy said with a grin. I kept glancing over at Mom
    nervously, wondering what she would say when she saw the video. I felt
    embarrassed to have Mom see all the zooms and close-ups that were made
    of all the diapered boy butts as everyone climbed into the back of the
    pickup.
    	"It's a bunch of diapered butts, I see that every day around
    here," Mom said. "Well, at least Chris' diapered butt."
    	"Just wait, it gets better," Cindy said. Her inflection suggested
    that it was going to be a real surprise.
    	"I can only imagine what that could be," Mom said.
    	"Then start imagining," Cindy told Mom.
    	I looked at Mom again. She could see the nervous, guilty look on
    my face. She then gave me a disapproving glare.
    	"What did you do, Chris?" Mom asked me.
    	"Nothing," I said innocently. Of course Mom knew that it wasn't
    "nothing" since I wouldn't have been acting the way I was if I had no
    reason to feel uneasy. Mom knew my "nothing" answer very well and she
    knew that it meant anything but nothing. The next shot showed us all
    sitting in the back of the pickup. The camera picked up our
    conversations pretty clearly. A great deal of vulgarity was spoken
    about diapers, peeing, pooping, jacking off, etc., as well as several
    swear words thrown in, some of which were spoken by yours truly. I
    looked at Mom awkwardly and she returned a mildly disapproving stare.
    	"Sorry," I said to Mom. I surely didn't count on her ever seeing
    the video.
    	"You're a boy, you're twelve, what else should I expect?" Mom
    said as she dismissed the matter. Mom then confessed that she was just
    as bad when it came to talking to her friends about boys and sex and
    using foul language when she was my age.
    	"So what *did* you do, Chris?" Mom asked again. She knew that
    hearing us cuss and swear and talk about shit-filled diapers was
    nothing newsworthy.
    	"Just watch, Mom," Cindy said as she had paused the video. She
    then released the tape to play. We all watched the TV screen as it
    showed Tony, Luke, Nathan and me all poised and prepared to surprise
    the motorists behind us. Even before the big moment elapsed on the TV
    Mom knew what we were up to.
    	"You guys didn't--" Mom said. A moment later her suspicions of
    what was going to happen were confirmed. For only a second our four
    diapered butts rose up from behind the tailgate and then the shocked
    looks of the people in the car behind us followed. I looked over at
    Mom, who was rolling her eyes and shaking her head.
    	"You boys," Mom said.
    	"What do you think, Mom?" Cindy asked her.
    	"I'm just glad I wasn't there to see it," Mom said.
    	"Watch! They do it again!" Cindy exclaimed as she left the tape
    running to the next diaper-mooning scene.
    	"I only need to see it once, thank you," Mom commented. "Your
    butts all look the same."
    	"No they don't," I said to Mom. "Tony wears disposables,
    remember."
    	"To anyone who isn't so much into diapers like you, Chris, it
    doesn't really matter what kind of diapers one has on his butt," Mom
    commented.
    	"But there's different boys in the second one," Cindy said. "And
    they're all in cloth diapers."
    	"A diapered butt is a diapered butt," Mom said.
    	"They may not all look the same, but they all smell the same,"
    Cindy remarked.
    	"I did it both times," I said.
    	"I see that," Mom said. "How many times did you guys do this?"
    	"Twice," I said. "Too bad there weren't more red lights along the
    way."
    	Cindy and I laughed as we watched the old lady lose her dentures.
    Mom didn't seem to think that this was so funny.
    	"You boys about gave that old couple a heart attack," Mom said.
    	"Sorry, Mom," I said. "We were just having some fun."
    	"Well, there are other ways to have fun besides that," Mom said.
    	"We won't do it again," I said.
    	"I know you will," Mom said. "Just don't let me see it."
    	"Okay," I said.
    	"You want to see the rest of the video?" Cindy asked Mom.
    	"Not really," Mom said. "I don't think I want to know what else
    these boys did. That's why I didn't want you all in the house."
    	Mom then got out of her chair and started to leave the room when
    Cindy stopped her and asked her if we could submit the video to
    "America's Funniest Home Videos."
    	"You're not serious, are you?" my Mom asked Cindy.
    	"Yes, I'm serious!" Cindy said. "I even talked Chris into it."
    	"I'm surprised you had to do talk him into it," Mom said. "If
    Chris doesn't have any problem with showing off his diapers to the
    neighborhood and the people behind him in traffic, then he shouldn't
    have any problem showing them off to a national audience. Besides, he's
    been on display at Kidz Klothez all this time modeling Thickies, and
    pretty soon the rest of the country is going to see his ad."
    	"No, no, it's not that, Mom," I said. "I just wasn't sure what
    you'd think."
    	"So what do you think, Mom?" Cindy asked. "Can we send it in?"
    	"I really doubt that they'll show it," Mom said.
    	"And that's the worst that can happen," Cindy said.
    	"And the best that can happen is that we'll win ten thousand
    dollars for it!" I said.
    	"I definitely wouldn't pin your hopes on that," Mom said.
    	"We know, but it's worth a shot," Cindy said. "Besides, the only
    sort of pinning of anything I do around here is diapers on Chris."
    	"Go ahead, but I wouldn't count on anything," Mom said as she
    continued to express her skepticism. "Have you thought about how you'd
    explain it to a national audience if you did win the ten thousand?"
    	"Yeah, I'd say to all the boys out there, 'look at what wearing
    diapers can get you!'"
    	"Well, Chris, you'll get more than your fifteen minutes of fame
    as it is just from the diaper ads that you're going to appear in.," Mom
    said.
    	Later on I got out the list of DPF stories that I had presented
    to the club members and showed it to Mom. Mom looked it over, sighing
    as she read some of the story descriptions.
    	"And I thought your diaper stories were weird," Mom said.
    	"They're only weird to you because you don't wear diapers, Mom,"
    I said. Mom looked the list over some more and then handed it back to
    me.
    	"So, can you get some of those for me?" I asked Mom.
    	"Maybe for Christmas," Mom said.
    	"Okay, I promise to be a good boy until then," I said with a
    smile. "You serious, Mom?"
    	"Well, you surely got plenty of diapers now, so I don't think
    anyone needs to get you more diapers for Christmas again," Mom said.
    	"I wouldn't mind if they did," I said. Mom just gave me a light
    swat on the butt with the story list rolled up and then she handed it
    back to me, all curled up now.
    	I went to bed a couple hours later with a fresh, clean diaper
    change. As I lay there I imagined myself being on the set of America's
    Funniest Home Videos telling the whole world about our diaper club. It
    would be lots of fun explaining why we were all in diapers. It gave me
    an idea for a story to write tomorrow. With this thought in mind I
    drifted off to sleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 132
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    	I woke up Sunday morning and as I looked outside I saw that it
    was raining once again. It was as wet outside as my diapers were
    inside, but then, the sky didn't poop like I did. It looked like it
    would be sort of a lazying around type of day, so I didn't plan much.
    After I consumed a bowlful of Crunch Berries I went to the computer and
    spent over two hours writing about everything that went on yesterday. I
    didn't even have Cindy change my diapers until I finished up
    yesterday's diaper-y entry at about 10:30 that morning. After I was
    diapered into a clean set of Thickies I resumed my computer projects. I
    was in the mood to write my story about appearing on "America's
    Funniest Home Videos" and winning ten thousand dollars for it, so this
    took care of another couple hours or so. My homework was still nagging
    at me in the back of my mind, but I still didn't want to do it just
    yet. For now I wanted to have some more fun for the weekend.
    	In my story, our entire family appeared on the set of the show.
    Before the taping began Mom and Dad went over with me what to tell Bob
    Saget and what not to tell him if we should win and be interviewed. She
    strictly warned me about getting too vulgar in explaining why we were
    all wearing diapers if the question came up, and that I was not to
    volunteer this information otherwise. We were up against two other
    families, each of them vying for the big prize. We had talked to them
    backstage and they all seemed like nice people, but of course we were
    all competing against each other. One family was from Florida. They had
    two girls who looked to be in their early to mid teens. Their video
    took place at the beach. Seeing that one of the girls looked like Megan
    I wouldn't have minded seeing what she looked like in a swimsuit. The
    other family was from Ohio and it was all adults. They told us about
    their video that took place on the golf course. I figured our video had
    a good chance to win since they show lots of golf course and beach
    videos, but none that show older boys in diapers showing off their
    padded rear ends to unsuspecting people in the middle of traffic.
    	The older group didn't converse with us much, but the two girls
    in the other family must have thought I was cute or something since
    they kept talking to me. I had gotten through describing the setup in
    the story and then I got to the dialog, which follows:

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    	"So, what is your video about?" the Megan-esque girl asked.
    	"You really wanna know?" I asked her.
    	"You might as well tell them, Chris, pretty soon the rest of the
    country is going to see it anyway," Lisa said to me.
    	"Tell us!" the other girl prompted me.
    	"Well, okay, here goes," I said nervously. "Some friends and I
    were in the back of a pickup truck and we mooned the people in traffic
    behind us," I answered shyly. The two girls started giggling.
    	"And we got their reaction on tape!" I added.
    	"Oh my God!" the Megan lookalike exclaimed.
    	"That's not the whole story, Chris," Cindy said. "Tell them what
    you boys were all wearing when you did that."
    	"You mean, they're going to actually show that on TV?" the other
    girl asked.
    	"They'll probably blur it out," the Megan-ish girl said. Her name
    turned out to be Tracy, which seemed like an odd sort of coincidence
    since the Megan I knew used to have a friend by this name.
    	"They won't need to blur anything out," Lisa said to Tracy and
    the other girl. "Their butts were covered."
    	"Very well covered," Cindy added.
    	"So, you didn't like, pull your pants down or anything?" Tracy
    asked me.
    	"They didn't have any pants on to pull down," Lisa said.
    	"So, you guys were just going around naked or something?" Tracy
    asked, sounding incredulous.
    	"No, she said their butts were covered," the other girl said,
    referring to Lisa's comment.
    	"What *were* you guys wearing then?" Tracy asked, getting anxious
    to find out.
    	"Would you believe, diapers?" I answered sheepishly.
    	"Diapers?" the two girls said in perfect unison.
    	"Yeah, we wear diapers," I said.
    	"Okay..." Tracy said, obviously not prepared for such an answer.
    	"Gosh, I thought only babies wore diapers," the other girl said.
    	"A lot of people think that, and they're always surprised when
    they find out that I wear them," I told the girls. "In fact, lots of
    other boys around my age wear diapers, too."
    	"If you don't mind that I ask, why do you wear diapers?" Tracy
    asked.
    	"Well, it all started when I was four, and I was still in diapers
    because I hated potty training," I started. Lisa then cut in and told
    the girls the short version of the story.
    	"It's a long story," Lisa said. "My brother refused to be potty
    trained, but my mom and dad finally got him out of diapers, but he kept
    wanting to wear diapers, so he kept pooping in his underwear until my
    mom and dad gave up and put him back into diapers for good."
    	"Really?" Tracy said. "So, are you wearing diapers right now?"
    	I thought that it had always been obvious to observers that I had
    diapers on, but then I remembered that I had a suit jacket on. I had to
    look nice for the TV audience, of course, as did the rest of the
    family. I lifted my jacket up so that the girls could get a glimpse of
    my gluteus maximus.
    	"It looks like he is," the other girl said. "See how his butt
    sticks out?"
    	"Oh yeah," Tracy said as she giggled, and upon closer inspection
    determined that I was wearing a Thickies diaper. I removed the suit
    jacket and then I turned around and let the girls see my diaper bulging
    through my shirt. Next I pulled my shirt out of my pants so that the
    girls could see the Thickies diaper, or at least the top four to six
    inches of it that always showed.
    	"That diaper's awfully big, you know," Tracy said.
    	"This is nothing," I said. "You should see the cloth diapers I
    wear at home. They're lots bigger than this one."
    	"Geez!" Tracy exclaimed as she could only imagine what a bigger
    and thicker set of diapers would look like on me.
    	"That's why we didn't have any pants on, our diapers are too
    thick for pants," I bragged. "So we're always in just our diapers."
    	"Even when you go to school?" the other girl asked.
    	"What do the kids at school say about you wearing diapers?" Tracy
    added to the other girl's question.
    	I wanted to tell the girls about this as well, but then suddenly
    my Mom came over to me and said, "Chris, tuck your shirt back in and
    get your jacket back on. Come on, kids, we got to get going, they're
    going to start taping soon!"
    	"Okay, good luck, nice talking to you," I said to the girls as
    Mom whisked me away by my wrist. I said this to the girls as a kind
    gesture, but I still wanted to win the ten grand, of course. If not us,
    I would have rather seen the girls win it than the other people.
    	Mom quickly helped me with my shirt and got it tucked back in.
    This effort turned out to be in vain. While Mom was escorting us to
    where we needed to go I felt a sudden urge to poop and soon this urge
    was acted upon accordingly. Mom could hear it discharge from my bowels,
    and it wasn't long before she could smell it, too.
    	"Aww, Chris," Mom said. "Did you just go in your diaper?"
    	"Yeah, I did, Mom, been doing that for about four years now,
    what's the problem all the sudden?"
    	"We have to be ready in ten minutes, that's what!" Mom exclaimed.
    "I don't think you want to sit there for that long in a poopy diaper,
    and besides, everyone around us won't want to smell it all through the
    show, either!"
    	Mom, I can change him," Cindy offered. "I've gotten pretty fast
    after all these years, and besides, I'm only handling a disposable,
    unlike at home with all the diaper layers and pins and stuff, so it
    will be faster."
    	Hastily, Mom reached into her purse and handed Cindy a diaper.
    	"Here, hurry!" Mom said. "We'll be waiting outside the
    restrooms."
    	Cindy ran to the bathroom with me close behind. A couple
    passersby saw her and the diaper she was carrying.
    	"Here, you carry this, this is yours!" Cindy said as she handed
    me the diaper while in mid-stride. "I don't want people to think it's
    for me."
    	We got to the women's restroom and without even checking to see
    who was in there, if anyone, she pulled me into the restroom with her.
    There was nobody else in there at the time. We went to the first stall
    and Cindy acted quickly to get me undressed so that she could change my
    diaper.
    	"Take your jacket off!" Cindy said. After having done this she
    undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees. Without any
    conversation she took off my dirty diaper and set it aside. She gave me
    a rather cursory butt wiping before she put the clean diaper on me.
    Well, that is, it was clean until it caught some of the poop that
    hadn't yet been wiped from my butt. We were in too much of a hurry for
    thoroughness. Cindy didn't wait for me to get my pants fastened and my
    shirt tucked in. She left me alone in the bathroom. After I got my
    shirt tucked in I grabbed my jacket and headed out of the bathroom. Of
    course it would be just my luck that people would be coming in to the
    bathroom. It was Tracy and her sister.
    	"Hey, this is the girls' room!" the other girl said.
    	"I know, but my sister just changed me and left me behind!" I
    quickly explained.
    	Mom had to make some quick adjustments to my shirt as I hadn't
    tucked it in nearly enough. She also had to straighten out my tie.
    	"Now put your jacket on and let's go!" Mom prompted us. "Dad's
    waiting for us with the ushers."
    	"Have you guys seen Bob Saget yet?" I asked Mom and Lisa.
    	"Not yet," Mom said. "No time for questions, Chris, we need to
    get a move-on!"
    	A moment later we joined up with Dad, who had been waiting with
    the ushers and some other important-looking people. The two girls were
    close behind.
    	"You left your dirty diaper on the floor, by the way," Tracy said
    to us. This generated some stares from the staff members, who must not
    have known which videos were the top contenders. Either that, or they
    didn't think to connect the diaper-mooning video to me if they knew
    about our video being shown.
    	"I'd better go take care of it then," I said.
    	"Chris, no!" Mom said.
    	"But Mom! I can't leave a dirty diaper in a GIRLS' bathroom!" I
    exclaimed. "I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to think that it was left
    there by a girl, you know, I mean, a girl who wears di-"
    	"Chris," Lisa interrupted me. "I highly doubt that anyone ever
    even thinks of that sort of thing or cares whether the wearer was a boy
    or a girl. If anything, they'll probably assume that it was left behind
    by someone who changed someone else's diaper, which, if they know boys
    versus girls and wearing diapers, then they can be quite certain, in
    fact, absolutely certain that the diaper came from a boy. Lastly, if
    they were really curious, they could open up the diaper and check to
    see where the greatest concentration of urine is. When they see that
    it's up front, they'll figure out, 'hey, a boy wore this diaper!'"
    	"Very good, Lisa," Cindy complimented. "You should be a
    detective."
    	Mom and Dad looked uneasy as they felt embarrassed by Lisa's
    lengthy explanation on how to determine whether a diaper was worn by a
    boy or not.
    	A couple minutes later we were escorted into the studio. I looked
    around and took in the familiar props and other elements that I had
    seen on TV so many times. One thing that surprised me was how small the
    studio was. It looked bigger on TV.
    	Several preparations were made prior to the taping and the props
    crew was busy setting things up. Once this was done the audience
    members started filing in. It was a full house. A few minutes later the
    taping was underway. Several videos were shown, including the ones that
    were sent in by the competing families. In between videos Bob Saget
    went into his time-wasting fodder material that could have been used to
    show more videos. This is one thing I didn't like about the show, and
    here in the studio, unfortunately, there was no fast forward button.
    	I knew our video was coming up when Bob mentioned that the next
    set of videos pertained to diapers and potty training. Bob's intro went
    like this:
    	"Any experienced young parent will tell you that changing diapers
    is a smelly, dirty job. Because of this, a lot of parents celebrate the
    successful potty training of their children. In some cases, the
    children themselves celebrate this milestone in their growing up."
    	The first video showed a girl who was so proud of wearing her
    big-girl panties that she lifted her dress and went around showing
    everyone at a backyard barbecue her lack of diapers, and her lack of
    panties, which was already blurred out on the video. The second video
    showed another girl who had a package of girls' Pull-Ups (they reversed
    the video so that the Pull-Ups logo would not appear as an implied
    endorsement) and she was taking them out of the package and dropping
    them into the toilet one at a time, saying "I don't need 'dese no more,
    mommy!" Bob's voice-over said, "This little girl has come up with an
    innovative way to get rid of leftover diapers after successful potty
    training..."
    	She then flushed the toilet, but of course the Pull-Ups wouldn't
    flush down. "Oh no, honey, don't do that!" said the mother. She set the
    camera down on the floor with the toilet and the diaper-ditching girl
    still in view, and pulled the soaked training pants out of the toilet.
    They were of no use now, but not that it mattered since the girl had no
    need for then anymore anyway.
    	Bob's voice-over then went, "...and so has this proud father."
    The video that followed showed a little girl's father taking her old
    diapers and laying them in a row in the yard. He then took a lawnmower
    and ran over them individually, shredding each of the diapers, while
    his now potty-trained daughter looked on with laughter as she watched
    from a safe distance the remnants of her now unneeded diapers spew out
    of the side of the lawnmower. Had this scene involved a boy this would
    have been an absolute disgraceful waste of perfectly good boys' diapers
    and an unforgivable sacrilege to boyhood, but since they were girls'
    diapers being mutilated, there was no great loss felt.
    	The next segment showed a series of videos of kids, boys and
    girls, sitting on the toilet. The first one was a pair of twin boys who
    were both reading a book together. It was more cute than funny,
    although I really didn't like to see boys sitting on the toilet at all.
    The next several videos showed kids falling into the toilet.
    	After this, Bob said, "some kids don't give up their diapers as
    easily, as you'll see here."
    	The next video showed two boys, each about four or so, who had
    worn their diapers into a kiddie pool and came out with their diapers
    very expanded. Bob's voice over went "dripping, drooping,
    and...dropping." The two boys' diapers had fallen off at the exact same
    time. Their naked butts weren't even blurred out.
    	A couple more videos were shown of kids, mostly boys of course,
    who put up a terrible fuss while being potty trained. Some kids got mad
    at their parents for being videotaped while sitting on the toilet or
    potty chair, while others kicked their potty chairs, and one stubborn
    little boy even threw his potty chair into the bathtub when he got
    frustrated. "Way to go, kid!" I thought to myself, thinking that I
    might have done such a thing.
    	Finally, it was time for our video to be shown. Bob's voice-over
    went like this as he segued between ours and the preceding video: "And
    if you never potty train your kids and leave them in diapers until
    they're in college, it just may lead to behavior such as this, as these
    boys demonstrate:"
    	My heart was racing now, seeing that our home video, once
    reserved for the viewing of the D.B.A. club members and their families,
    was now being shown to a studio audience of several hundred people.
    This same video would soon be shown to an audience of millions. This
    was even more exciting than just appearing as a static print ad in a
    magazine with a more specific and limited readership. Just about
    everyone watched "America's Funniest Home Videos" and lots of boys
    would be seeing it, convinced once and for all that there are older
    boys besides themselves who do wear diapers or at least want to wear
    them. Lots of these boys' sisters would giggle at the sight of our
    diapered derrieres on national television and suggest that their
    brothers would do the same. I got hard while thinking about all of
    this. While the video was playing, Bob said in his voice-over: "When
    these boys get to college they'll be studying astronomy, namely..."
    	As the scene of us four boys sticking our butts up against the
    glass appeared, Bob said, "...the moon!"
    	The audience broke into laughter. It was genuine laughter, not
    the courtesy laughter that accompanied Bob Saget's lame attempts at
    being funny in between videos. I had a good feeling that we'd get the
    top vote-- and the TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS!
    	A couple more closing videos were shown and then Bob said, "our
    producers have selected these three videos, which will be shown in no
    particular order. They are...'Dead Fish Surprise', sent in by the
    Jackson Family of Fort Lauderdale, Florida." The video of the girls'
    mother being shocked at seeing a fish carcass in the ice chest upon
    opening it was then played again.
    	Next was "'Tree Limb Golfer', sent in by the Platt family of
    Youngstown, Ohio." Their video showed one of them climbing up into a
    tree to hit his ball which had landed there and gotten wedged in
    between two branches.
    	Last came the announcement of our video: "'Diaper-Mooning Boys',
    sent in by the Barrett Family of Boise, Idaho." It was funny to hear
    Bob Saget announce the title of our video so loudly and prominently. Of
    course the video itself was shown again, hopefully for the benefit of
    those watching it at home who may have wanted to record it, but missed
    it when it first appeared. Had I been watching such an episode from
    home myself I know I would have taped over whatever tape was available
    just to record this. I wouldn't have cared what it was that got taped
    over, unless it was another one of my diaper videos.
    	We all sat nervously as we waited for the results of the audience
    voting to be tabulated. When the break was over and the winner was
    ready to be announced, we all held hands and mentally crossed our
    fingers since our hands were obviously occupied. Since Dad and Lisa
    were on the ends, however, they could do the finger-crossing. Bob then
    made his announcements. The drum roll only added to the tension:
    	"And the second place winner is-- 'Dead Fish Surprise', sent in
    by the Jackson family of Fort Lauderdale, Florida!"
    	The Jackson family got a few seconds of camera time as the girls
    and their parents jumped and hugged each other. While I'm sure they
    were happy to get three thousand dollars, they were probably
    disappointed that they didn't get to take home the ten grand. That was
    still up for grabs between us and the golf video family. I didn't think
    their video was all that fantastic, and it certainly didn't wow the
    audience as much as our video did. I felt fairly confident, but damn,
    was I ever nervous! It sure made me glad to be diapered as I wet in it
    while anticipating our possible big win. Once the applause died down,
    Bob prepared to announce what we hoped to hear would be our video
    winning the big bucks.
    	"The first place winner of the ten thousand dollar America's
    Funniest Home Video is--"
    	Time seemed to come to a sudden crawl at this moment. My mind
    wanted to hear Bob Saget say "Diaper-Mooning Boys!", but there was
    still that fear of disappointment that could come from hearing Bob say
    "Tree Limb Golfer!"
    	The studio was silent except for the sound of the pre-recorded
    drum roll. My heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. The
    announcement then came:

    	"'Diaper-Mooning Boys!' sent in by the Barrett Family of Boise,
    Idaho!"
    	We all jumped up with such excitement! We were ten thousand
    dollars richer now, whoopee! While the transition from the announcement
    to Bob's interview seemed instantaneous on TV, we were given a few
    moments to settle down. Bob then came up to us with the microphone and
    asked us about the video.
    	"So, just what were these boys doing wearing diapers?" Bob asked
    my mother.
    	"Oh, they have a little club for older boys who wear diapers," My
    mom explained sheepishly.
    	"So, these boys obviously don't believe in potty training," Bob
    remarked.
    	"Not these boys, and certainly not my son!" Mom exclaimed.
    	"And your son would be this guy down here," Bob said as he
    approached me. Lisa and Cindy looked on as they watched, as did my
    father. Bob held the microphone up to me and I said, "well, I am the
    only boy here, so that would make me the son," I said with a smile.
    Damn, I must have sounded stupid saying that! Maybe they'll edit it
    out.
    	"And what is your name?" Bob asked me.
    	"Chris," I replied.
    	"So Chris, you and those other boys in the video all like to go
    around in diapers?" Bob asked, sounding like a professional
    interviewer.
    	Yeah, we all like to wear diapers," I said, tempted to give other
    details, but refraining from doing so.
    	"And you obviously like to show this sort of activity off to
    strangers."
    	"Yeah, I guess we do," I said as I felt a lump in my throat.
    	"I betcha those people in the car behind you could have used some
    diapers after seeing you four boys show off your behinds like that."
    	"Yeah, probably," I uttered as my voice cracked.
    	"People aren't used to seeing boys your age in diapers."
    	"No, they're not, but that's what our club is about, getting
    people to know that there are boys like us who like to wear diapers."
    	This interview was making me feel like I was on Geraldo instead
    of on "America's Funniest Home Videos." I had a feeling they would edit
    out some of the questions and answers before it aired.
    	"Well, a lot of people will see this show when it airs, of
    course," Bob said. "Whose idea was it to send in the video?"
    	"I talked Chris into it," Cindy said. "I'm Cindy, his sister."
    	"Were you embarrassed about what your brother did, Cindy?" Bob
    asked her.
    	"Nahh, We're all used to it by now," Cindy replied.
    	Bob then returned the spotlight to me.
    	"Embarrassed or not, your sisters and your parents should all be
    proud of you now, Chris, since you just won for your family ten
    thousand dollars! Congratulations!"
    	Bob shook my hand and I said, "thank you." He shook hands with my
    sisters and my parents as well and then the camera cut back over to Bob
    who was back up onstage. After making a few closing remarks, which
    included mentioning that we were now eligible for the hundred thousand
    dollar show that would air in February. Hopefully we would win that
    prize, too. He then signed off with his tagline, "Keep those cameras
    safely rolling, and honey..."

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    	"Chris!" I heard my Mom as she suddenly appeared behind me.
    	"Yiee!!" I exclaimed as my hands suddenly sailed off the computer
    keyboard and flailed around. One moment I was entrenched in deep
    thought trying to think of what Bob Saget would say at the end of the
    show, and then suddenly I was warped back to reality. I felt like I had
    jumped out of the chair. I placed my hand on my chest and heaved a
    sigh.
    	"Geez, Mom! You about made me crap my diapers!" I exclaimed as I
    turned around and looked at her.
    	"Well, Chris, it's not like that sort of thing would bother you,
    now would it?" Mom commented. "What are you working on, anyway?"
    	"Just a story," I said.
    	"I thought you might have been doing your homework," Mom nagged.
    	"I know, I know, I'll get to it," I said.
    	"The sooner you start, the sooner you'll get done," Mom said, for
    about the four hundredth time since I've been going to school, it
    seemed. "You don't want to be up past ten doing it." That phrase got a
    lot of play, too.
    	"I know that, Mom," I said. I did know this, too. I was just a
    procrastinator when it came to homework.
    	"Well, then I suggest you'd better get your diapered butt moving
    on it," Mom said. "What is this story that you have been so diligently
    working on, anyway? I noticed you didn't even hear Lisa when she said
    goodbye to you before leaving for work."
    	Before I had a chance to answer, Mom had already looked at the
    screen and figured out what I had been writing all morning long.
    	"You really think you're going to win that ten thousand, eh?" Mom
    said.
    	"I was thinking about what it would be like to go on the show, so
    I just thought I would write out a little story about it."
    	"Remember that one of the stipulations for letting you run this
    diaper club is that you have to keep your grades up," Mom said, nagging
    me to do my homework once.
    	"Yes, Mom," I groaned as I was growing weary of her nagging.
    "I'll get to it in just a little bit."
    	"When?" Mom asked.
    	"I dunno, maybe after I take a break and go over to Derek's and
    show him my story."
    	"You can do that after you finish your homework," Mom said
    firmly.
    	"Let me just take a little break before I start, okay?" I asked
    Mom.
    	"You got ten minutes," Mom said, looking at her watch. "Then
    you'd better be doing some schoolwork, kiddo."
    	Mom then prompted me to get up from the computer. As I got up
    from the chair Mom swatted my behind. She then took my spot at the
    computer to work on some project of her own. I went into my room and
    lay down in my crib where I had to relieve myself of an intense hard-on
    that was begging for some satisfaction. Mom probably figured this was
    the sort of "break" that I needed after writing a diaper story, even
    though this particular story wasn't as intense with the diaper content
    as most of the other stories that I had written.
    	After I came in my diapers I lay in my crib and stared out the
    window looking at the trees swaying in the breeze against an overcast
    sky. It usually didn't rain this much at this time of year. I leaned on
    my windowsill for a few minutes and watched the rain splatter up
    against the panes. It wasn't until I saw a flash behind me that I
    realized that Cindy had taken another picture of me.
    	"You looked so cute standing there staring out the window while
    in your diapers," Cindy said.
    	"It's not like you don't see me in my diapers all the time," I
    said to Cindy.
    	"I know, but you won't always be a twelve-year-old boy in
    diapers, either," Cindy said. "I doubt I'll be taking pictures of you
    in diapers when you're twenty, that is, assuming you'll still be
    wearing diapers then."
    	"Of course I will," I said. "I'm incontinent now , anyway."
    	"Well, you are getting older, and pretty soon you're going to
    look more like a man than a boy," Cindy added. "So I want to get as
    many pictures of you in your diapers as I can while you're still
    young."
    	"I'm only twelve, Cindy," I said.
    	"Well, Chris, I know how much you like to look at pictures of
    yourself in diapers, so I'm sure you'll appreciate what I am doing."
    	"I do, thanks," I said with an awkward smile.
    	"I need to finish this roll up," Cindy said. With this she got a
    couple more shots of me in my diapers, and then she took a couple
    pictures of me lying in my crib petting Cotton along with some pictures
    of me standing up and holding him. His white fur contrasted sharply
    against the black shirt I was wearing, but it blended in with my high-
    rising white diapers.
    	I decided that I had better get my diapered butt moving, as Mom
    had told me. I didn't just have a butt anymore, it was always a
    diapered butt, unless I was in the middle of getting a diaper change.
    As I bent over to pick up my book bag Cindy got another shot of me.
    	"How many does that make?" I asked her, wondering when she would
    run out of film.
    	"Thirty-three," she said. "Three to go."
    	It seemed that Cindy and Lisa had always bought 36-exposure rolls
    of film for their cameras, and every time they needed to "finish up a
    roll" they always used me in my diapers as a good way to use up the
    remaining exposures so that they could get the film processed. They
    always told me that I wouldn't be a boy forever and wanted to get
    pictures of me while I was still young enough to look cute in diapers.
    I know my sisters did this on purpose. What else would account for the
    fact that, as of last count, between the two of them they had taken
    over five hundred pictures of me in diapers over the last three and a
    half years?
    	I lugged my book bag out to the kitchen table and plopped it
    down. Now came the burdensome task of deciding which subject to do
    first. If I do the ones I hated the most first I'd get them out of the
    way, but then my mind would be too fatigued to want to do the subjects
    I didn't mind so much. On the other hand, if I started with the
    subjects I liked the most, I'd still have the ones I didn't like
    waiting for me and nagging at me in the back of my mind. I had Reading,
    Math, Science and Social Studies. I just had a single page of questions
    to answer in Social Studies. Science was a little bit more, but I
    decided it would be okay. Math was the one I wanted to do as my "easy"
    subject. Reading was the one that I was putting off the most since the
    story we were working on in that class was long and boring. I figured
    I'd get that one out of the way. Just to put it off for another couple
    minutes I went to the refrigerator and poured myself some Kool-Aid to
    drink from one of my baby bottles.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 133
    ----------------------------

    	Thirty minutes into doing my reading homework I became
    desperately bored. I caught myself doodling boys' diaper butts in my
    notebook along with their jeans-clad sisters. I was also daydreaming,
    thinking about the story I just wrote as well as all the fun we had
    yesterday. While sucking on my bottle of Kool-Aid I was staring at the
    kitchen clock and trying to see how accurately I could count the
    seconds in my head against the actual time. I turned my head away from
    the clock and then I counted to sixty, imagining a growing stack of
    diapers on the floor that increased by one with each increment of the
    count. When I turned back around to look at the clock again I saw that
    I was only two seconds fast. I did this again, this time imagining
    Jay's butt with a thickening layering of underpants. This thought was
    far too distracting since I was off by twelve seconds, this time too
    slow. It rejuvenated my hard-on, though.
    	While I idly rubbed the front of my diapers to keep my hard-on
    company, I studied the sounds of the house, such as the TV and the hum
    of the refrigerator. Before long I realized that I had just dawdled
    away ten more minutes and I was still only on the third page of the
    story. God, this reading class sucked.
    	Just as I was ready to get back to my homework I heard the
    familiar sound of the Pampers size 5 commercial. This commercial came
    on frequently on the Lifetime Network, which both Mom and Cindy were
    watching. Unable to resist the urge to watch, I threw down my pencil
    and I quickly got up and ran over to where I could see the TV. I got up
    so fast that I rolled the chair I was sitting in into the lower cabinet
    doors, causing a rather noisy impact. So far I had only seen these
    diapers advertised for boys, so I was hoping that this time would be no
    exception. I was pleased to see the familiar scene of a four-ish
    looking boy running through the house wearing a blue shirt and a white
    diaper on his butt.
    	"Here comes Chris," I heard Cindy say after she heard the chair
    slam into the cabinet doors along with my feet rapidly pounding across
    the kitchen floor. "Every time a diaper commercial comes on he responds
    like Pavlov's dog to a ringing bell."
    	"Chris, really!" Mom said as she looked at me strangely.
    	"Geez, It's only a diaper commercial, Chris," Cindy said. "You've
    seen this one before."
    	"Only a diaper commercial?" I said. Even though I had this
    classic gem on tape, I could never miss any opportunity to watch it.
    	"How's the homework coming?" Mom asked me.
    	"Okay," I said.
    	"How much have you gotten done?" Mom asked.
    	"Not much," I said.
    	"Well, your diaper commercial is over now, so get back to your
    schoolwork," Mom said.
    	"What about Cindy?" I asked.
    	"I got all mine done, so there!" she replied while she stuck her
    tongue out at me.
    	"See what happens when you get your homework done early?" Mom
    said.
    	"Yeah, I know," I said. "But I had the diaper club meeting
    yesterday."
    	"Ahh, the priorities of a diaper boy," Cindy remarked. I decided
    to get back to my homework and finish it at once. I decided to bag the
    Reading assignment for now and move on to something a little more mind-
    stimulating, Social Studies. I finished up the questions worksheet and
    then moved on to my Life Science homework. It was hard to do this
    homework without thinking about Megan as she shared that class with me.
    Even though we had declared our friendship to remain just this, I
    couldn't help but to think about the fun times we had in her basement.
    I tried to set this thought aside and do my studying.
    	Later on the doorbell rang. I paused for a moment to listen for
    who it was.
    	"Come on in, Jay," Cindy said.
    	"Where's Chris?" I heard him ask.
    	"He's in the kitchen doing homework," Cindy replied.
    	I knew Jay was coming, so I decided to just remain seated and
    wait for him to make his entrance into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what
    he would be wearing, but I was hoping he'd be in just his shirt and his
    "diapers". I wasn't the least bit disappointed as he came in bare-
    legged and greeted me with a big and very thick butt-ful of white boys'
    briefs. My erection once again was at full boar.
    	"How's it going?" I asked Jay.
    	"All right," I guess, he said. "How about you?"
    	"Could be better. I sure wish I didn't have all this (whisper)
    fucking (/whisper) homework to do," I said. At this moment Cindy came
    into the kitchen.
    	"I heard that," she said. "You said the F word."
    	"So?" I said. "You've heard me say it before, and you say it,
    too."
    	"Mom probably heard you, too," Cindy teased, trying to avoid
    being labeled a hypocrite.
    	"Big deal," I said. I then turned to Jay, examining his diaper-
    like attire. His butt bulged out more than I had ever seen it, and the
    front was extra well-padded as well. He wasn't wearing any plastic
    pants, just lots of underwear to absorb his urine.
    	"How many pairs are you wearing?" I asked him as I succumbed to
    the compulsion to grab several of his waistbands and snap them.
    	"Forty," he said. "All of them are pairs with four layers in the
    butt. Lori and Jolene made up a whole bunch of them yesterday and the
    day before, and they had me put on as many of them as I could to see if
    I could go without plastic pants."
    	"Well, you've got 160 layers on your butt if those are all four-
    seaters you're wearing," I said to Jay. From the way the white fabric
    billowed so far out from his behind and how it was so densely bunched
    up between his legs, there was no doubt in my mind that he had this
    many layers covering his butt. I could smell that he had peed and
    pooped in them, though there were no visible signs of this.
    	"Why aren't you wearing any plastic pants?" I asked Jay.
    	"Because my sisters like to see my underwear out in the open, and
    since they made my underwear thicker in the front, they wanted to see
    if it could absorb my pee better."
    	"I noticed you had some extra thickness up here," I said as I
    stuck my finger into the fly front of his topmost pair. I invited him
    to pull up a chair and sit down for a couple minutes so that I could
    get a good look at how thick his underpants were stacked up in his
    crotch. His underpants stuck out a good three, maybe four inches from
    his crotch. We then sat across from each other with our legs spread
    widely apart, each of us looking at each other's diapered crotches.
    While seated this way I let lose a big load of poop and filled my
    diapers. My balls and dick were soon coated in shit along with my butt.
    I asked Jay about his mom getting him some real diapers.
    	"This is all it's gonna be," Jay said while he pulled back a
    couple pairs and let them snap back onto his stomach. He idly repeated
    this action several times.
    	"Well, as long as they work as diapers, I can't say as I blame
    your Mom, since she gets them for free, you know." I didn't want to
    imply that Jay's mother was so poor that she couldn't afford real
    diapers for her encopretic son, but there was no doubt they lived in
    poverty.
    	"I can tell you've peed and pooped in them," I said.
    	"Yeah, I've had them on since this morning," Jay replied. He then
    invited me to run my hand over the fly fronts to feel that his
    underpants were dry on the outside. I'm sure he had other reasons for
    me to do this as well, and of course I was happy to oblige.
    	"They had a bunch of remnants left over, so they sewed these into
    the crotch and front of each pair," Jay said. They work pretty good,
    really."
    	"As long as the chair stays dry," I said. I then sat back to
    admire Jay's diapered state from a short distance again. Meanwhile,
    Cindy saw this scene as another photo opportunity, so, armed with her
    camera, snapped a shot of us sitting across from each other with our
    legs spread apart and our diapered crotches out in the open.
    	"Thirty-four! Just two more shots to go to finish the roll!"
    Cindy said with a smile after the camera flashed. Jay didn't seem to
    mind Cindy taking a picture of him since he was used to his own sisters
    taking photos of him in his "diapers."
    	"I can't stay long," Jay said. "My Mom's waiting out in the car."
    	"She's not working today?" I asked somewhat incredulously,
    knowing that anyone who worked in a restaurant could pretty much count
    on always working on Sundays. Lisa complained about it enough times to
    make me well aware of this little truism in the foodservice industry.
    	"She goes in at 2:00, so I have to hurry," Jay said.
    	"Did you need to get something?" I asked Jay.
    	"I came to get my underwear that I left here," he said.
    	"Oh, okay, let me get it for you," I said as I got up from the
    table and went into the washroom. I rummaged through several stacks of
    my freshly washed diapers as well as some other clothing, including
    several pairs of pants that were worn by the ones in this family who
    regularly wear them. Jay helped me in my search and both of us were
    bent over searching for Jay's underwear. This, of course, presented
    Cindy with the perfect opportunity to snap another shot of our diapered
    derrieres while we were in a rather compromising position.
    	"Thirty-five," she said, snickering.
    	"Cindy, what did you do with Jay's underwear?" I asked her.
    	"It's over here," she pointed to the plastic grocery bags that
    contained Jay's underpants, some of Jay's underpants, that is-- a very
    small portion of Jay's underpants.
    	"What did you need these so urgently for?" I asked Jay. "You've
    probably got as much material in all your underpants as I do in my
    diapers."
    	"My sisters want to add layers to the fronts of these pairs,
    too," Jay said.
    	At this moment Lori came into the house.
    	"Jay, Mom is waiting!" she stated impetuously.
    	"I'm coming!" Jay said. "Keep your pants on!"
    	"At least I'm wearing pants!" she said, almost as if Jay intended
    for her to make this remark off of what he said.
    	"But that's a privilege we girls get for not shitting ourselves
    and having to wear a whole bunch of underpants like you do, boy!"
    	"Come on, stink-butt, Mom's gonna be late," Lori said as she
    snapped some of Jay's waistbands and then summoned him to join her. On
    their way out of the kitchen Cindy snapped a photo of the two of them,
    ensuring that the photo would illustrate a distinct contrast between
    Lori's and Jay's toileting habits as evidenced by their respective
    states of dress.
    	"How are those undies holding up for you?" Lori asked Jay on
    their way out the door, again grabbing a few of his waistband and
    snapping them back.
    	"They're okay," Jay said to his sister. I said goodbye to Jay and
    told him that I would see him in school tomorrow.
    	Back to the homework, I thought to myself as I plopped my padded
    rump back into the chair and resumed my studies. I managed to go for
    forty-five minutes without getting up. Then again I heard a familiar
    jingle on the TV, the Pull-Ups commercial.
    	"I'm a big kid, look what I can do..." rang the familiar words.
    Again I made a mad dash to the TV, only to discover that it was the
    girl's version of Pull-Ups that were being advertised.
    	"Damn!" I muttered to myself, snapping my fingers in
    disappointment.
    	"Ha! Ha!" I heard Cindy say as I retreated to the kitchen upon
    realizing that my excitement was in vain. "You thought it was the boy's
    version, huh?" Cindy said as she had gotten up and followed me to the
    kitchen.
    	"They sound the same," I said as I went back to my studies. A
    moment later I overheard Cindy ask Mom if she could drive her to the
    store so she could drop off her film and get some lunch from Burger
    King.
    	"It's not that far to walk, Cindy," Mom said. "Besides, the
    rain's stopped."
    	"Okay," Cindy said.
    	"See if Chris wants something while you're there," Mom told
    Cindy. When she came in to ask me what I wanted I told her to get me a
    Double Whopper with Cheese combo, hold the mayo and to King Size it
    with a Coke. I finished up my science studies and moved on to math
    while thinking about lunch. By the time she got back I was very hungry
    and couldn't wait to eat. For once I drank out of a regular cup with a
    straw and decided it wasn't worth transferring the contents to my baby
    bottle right now. With my lunch eaten and with my math homework out of
    the way, all I had left was that damn reading assignment. It was
    sixteen pages, but I only managed to survive the first nine pages
    before I decided that I had enough and would go insane if I continued
    trying to read it. I was finished with my homework as far as I was
    concerned as it was almost five in the afternoon now. I figured I could
    finish the remaining seven pages in my preceding classes tomorrow.
    	"Mom! I'm done!" I hollered as I lugged my book bag back into my
    room.
    	"Okay, you can go to Derek's now," Mom told me, taking my word
    that I completed my studies for the day.
    	"I need my diapers changed first, please," I said. Cindy told me
    that she would be right in to my room to take care of this. I picked up
    the cordless phone and brought it with me to my room. I got a busy
    signal the first time I dialed. Cindy then came in the room and told me
    to get my diapered butt on the changing pad. While she was busy
    cleaning my poopy butt and diapering me I called Derek to make sure it
    was okay for me to come over.
    	"What are you doing right now?" he asked me.
    	"Getting my diapers changed," I replied. "How about you?"
    	"We're playing Mad-Libs," Derek replied.
    	"Oh yeah," I said, having not done these myself in a couple
    years. "Is it all right if I come over?"
    	"Sure!" Derek replied. I told him I would see him in a few
    minutes.
    	"Maybe more than a few minutes with the way you pooped your
    diapers this time," Cindy said. I was still naked and getting my bottom
    wiped clean. Once this was done Cindy reached for a big stack of
    diapers, including a couple Thickies and several regular diapers to be
    used as doublers and inner diapers to go beneath my Thickies. Once she
    had me diapered up enough to last me through this evening I got ready
    to go over to Derek's house. I quickly finished Bob Saget's tagline in
    my story, which I had thought of while trudging through my reading
    assignment. It was really lame and I decided to fill it in with
    whatever Bob said on tonight's show.
    	I just remembered that "America's Funniest" would be on at 7:00
    and it was about 5:20. I figured I wouldn't be at Derek's house for
    quite this long, but maybe Mom would let me stay there and watch it
    with his family. I asked Mom if I could.
    	"Dinner will be ready by then, dear, so why don't you come home
    by then."
    	"Okay," I said. I could still taste the onions from my Double
    Whopper, so I wasn't really thinking about dinner at the moment.
    	I started to go outside only to realize that it had started
    raining once again. While I only had to go a short distance and that I
    had plastic pants on to protect my diapers from any external wetness, I
    still decided to go back and get my jacket.
    	I got to Derek's house and Jennie invited me in and then she
    directed me to their kitchen table where she and her two diaper-clad
    brothers were playing Mad-Libs. Steven wasn't quite old enough to
    understand what nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc. were, but he was having
    fun listening to the resulting stories. I read a couple of the ones
    they had already done and thought they were pretty corny-sounding. I
    could tell which ones Derek had supplied the words for as most of his
    word choices had to do with diapers, and of course were written in
    Jennie's handwriting.
    	"Okay, Chris, your turn!" Jennie said as she had the pad and her
    pencil in hand.
    	"Give me a noun," she started.
    	"Uhh, changing pad," I answered. Derek laughed at this.
    	"Oh, so you're going to do the same thing as my brother, eh?"
    Jennie said with a smile while she looked at her brother. "That's okay,
    I know what you boys like to think about anyway."
    	"Give me the name of someone in your family."
    	"Lisa."
    	"Sorry, I meant like mother, father..."
    	"Sister," I said.
    	"Plural noun."
    	"Diaper pins."
    	"Adjective."
    	"Stinky."
    	Jenny smiled and shook her head and said, "you boys and your
    diapers," and then continued. Derek and I looked at each other. Steven
    was laughing in the background.
    	"Plural noun."
    	"Baby bottles."
    	"You haven't said diapers yet, I'm surprised," Jenny said.
    	"I figured I'd save it until somewhere in the middle, how far
    along are we?"
    	"We got a little ways to go," she said. "Plural noun."
    	I figured, what the hell.
    	"Diapers," I replied. Jenny had a big smile on her face.
    	"What?" I said.
    	"This is gonna really sound funny when I read it," she said.
    	"Verb."
    	"Uhhh, poop," I said. Derek was giggling now. "Can I use it as a
    noun later on, too?"
    	"If you want to," Jenny replied as she continued.
    	"Now I need two rhyming verbs," she said. This one I had to think
    about for a minute as I didn't want to waver from the diaper theme that
    I was following. I them came up with something:
    	"Sit and shit," I said.
    	"Shhh, my mom's in the living room," Jennie said, not wanting me
    to use this language around Derek, or anyone for that matter.
    	"Sorry," I said with a sheepish grin. I then went back to
    thinking of something more appropriate. I thought of "fart" as one of
    the words and I was trying to think of a word that would rhyme with it
    and go well. Let's see, art, Bart, cart, dart, heart, mart, part, tart,
    nah... none of these seemed to work. Derek couldn't come up with
    anything, either. He was working on words that rhyme with "crap."
    	"Oh come on, guys," Jennie said as she was starting to get
    impatient. "It doesn't *have* to be diaper words, you know," she said.
    	"Okay," I said, resigning myself to using some other words. "How
    about sneeze, and-- cut the cheese!"
    	Jennie smiled at me, seeing that I was satisfied with my answers.
    She then wrote these down. Derek could barely contain himself,
    especially as he himself cut the cheese.
    	"Gonna have to thicken them diapers some," I said as I patted his
    amply diapered butt. "I could smell that one."
    	"Now I need another verb," Jenny said after our laughter settled.
    	"Okay, let's use 'fart' this time," I said to Derek.
    	"Only you, Chris," Jennie said as she laughed at how every answer
    I came up with had something to do with diapers or elimination of some
    sort.
    	"And maybe you, too, Derek," she added.
    	"He gets that from me," I said proudly. Jennie gave me a knowing
    nod and continued.
    	"Oh, no!" she said as she put her hand on her forehead and shook
    her head.
    	"What?" I asked her.
    	"This next one," she said.
    	"What does it ask for?" I queried.
    	"A body part," she said.
    	"Butt!" Derek and I both said immediately.
    	"I just knew that was coming," Jennie said as she wrote it down.
    Derek and I both just smiled.
    	"Now it asks for two more body parts!" she exclaimed.
    	"Okay, how about dick and balls?" I said, having pretty much run
    the table for boys' private parts.
    	"Penis and testicles, let's just go with that instead," Jennie
    said.
    	"Adjective," she continued.
    	"Uhh, let's go with thick," I said.
    	"Okay, now I need a verb."
    	"Wipe your butt."
    	"A type of container."
    	"Diaper pail."
    	"A liquid-- pee, right?"
    	"You beat me to the punch on that one," I said. "Or I could go
    with diarrhea."
    	"I like 'diarrhea' better!" Derek exclaimed.
    	Jenny then wrote something down.
    	"Which one did you use?" I asked her.
    	"You'll find out when I read it."
    	"How much more is there?" I asked since I was just dying to hear
    what this story would sound like, whatever it was.
    	"Almost done," Jenny said. "Noun."
    	"Plastic pants!" Derek volunteered before I had a chance to
    speak, but I agreed with his choice, anyway.
    	"Do I dare ask about this next one?" Jennie said.
    	"Just tell us what it is," I said.
    	"Okay, sound effect."
    	At the same time, all three of us boys, that is, including
    Steven, went "PTTTHHHHH!!!!!"
    	"You guys are just too predictable," Jennie said.
    	"Here's the last one, it's a verb," she said.
    	"Pee." Derek said. It seemed that we hadn't used any words
    related to urination yet, so I agreed that this was a good choice.
    Jennie finished writing and then she said, "okay guys, here goes:"

    -----------------------------------------------------------

    Once upon a time there were three little pigs and the time came for
    them to leave home and seek their _changing pad_. Before they left,
    their _sister_ told them " Whatever you do , do it the best that you
    can because that's the way to get along in the world."

    The first little pig built his house out of _diaper pins_ because it
    was the _stinkiest_ thing to do. The second little pig built his house
    out of _baby bottles_. This was a little bit stronger than a _diaper
    pin_ house. The third little pig built his house out of _diapers_. One
    night the big bad wolf, who dearly loved to _poop_ fat little piggies,
    came along and saw the first little pig in his house of _diaper pins_.
    He said "Let me in, Let me in, little pig or I'll _sneeze_ and I'll
    _cut the cheese_ and I'll _fart_ your house in!" "Not by the hair of my
    _butt_," said the little pig. But of course the wolf did _fart_ the
    house in and _pooped_ the first little pig.

    The wolf then came to the house of _baby bottles_. "Let me in ,Let me
    in little pig or I'll _sneeze_ and I'll _cut the cheese_ and I'll
    _fart_ your house in!" "Not by the hair of my _penis_," said the little
    pig. But the wolf _farted_ that house in too, and _pooped_ the second
    little pig. The wolf then came to the house of _diapers_. " Let me in ,
    let me in" cried the wolf "Or I'll _sneeze_ and I'll _cut the cheese_
    till I _fart_ your house in!" "Not by the hair of my _testicles_," said
    the pig. Well, the wolf _sneezed_ and _cut the cheese_ but he could not
    _fart_ down that _diaper_ house. But the wolf was a _thick_ old wolf
    and he _wiped his butt_ up on the roof to look for a way into the house
    of _diapers_.

    The little pig saw the wolf _wipe his butt_ up on the roof and lit a
    roaring fire in the fireplace and placed on it a large _diaper pail_ of
    _diarrhea_. When the wolf finally found the hole in the _plastic pants_
    he crawled down and _ PTTTHHHHH!!!!!_ right into that _diaper pail_ of
    _diarrhea_ and that was the end of his troubles with the big bad wolf.
    The next day the little pig invited his _sister_ over . She said "You
    see it is just as I told you. The way to get along in the world is to
    do things as well as you can." Fortunately for that little pig, he
    learned that lesson. And he just _peed_ happily ever after!

    -----------------------------------------------------------

    	We were all rolling on the floor in laughter it was so funny.
    Jenny laughed several times just reading it to us. I wet my diapers
    from the laughter and also pooped in them some more. I don't know which
    of us was laughing the most, but it was enough to get their mother's
    attention.
    	"What are you guys laughing so hard over?" she asked.
    	"We're doing Mad-Libs, Mom!" Jennie exclaimed as she held up the
    pad.
    	"Let me see," she said as she walked over to her daughter. "I
    want to know just how funny this one was."
    	Now their mother was reading all the vulgar things that we came
    up with. Suddenly we were silent, knowing that she wouldn't appreciate
    the word choices that we used. She only read about halfway through it
    before she handed it back to Jennie.
    	"You guys are all silly, you know that?" she said.
    	"What do you expect from boys who are always in diapers?" Jennie
    said to her mother.
    	"Hard to say," she said as she retreated to the living room. I
    asked Jennie if she could take the "Three Little Pigs" mad lib with her
    to school and make copies for us.
    	"Sure," she said. We then moved on and did a couple others, each
    of us taking turns. Jenny, of course, didn't use any diaper-related
    words, except perhaps for the word "white" in one instance. As for
    Derek and me, we bastardized several nursery rhymes and other familiar
    short stories before it was time for me to go back home for dinner and
    to watch "America's Funniest Home Videos." Before I left, I gave Derek
    my printout of the story that I had written about our family winning
    ten thousand dollars for our diaper-mooning video. He told me that he
    would read it after his bath tonight.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 134
    ----------------------------

    	It was Monday morning once again, and after a fun but busy
    weekend full of diaper diversions, I still wanted at least another free
    day before going back to school, but that wasn't going to happen. I got
    most of my homework done, too, leaving only the remainder of the
    reading assignment from Mr. Eastman's class.
    	My day went about like I expected it. I got the usual teasing and
    bashing from the kids who, over the weekend, had missed getting to
    tease me about wearing diapers. They liked to point out that I wear
    diapers, as if that weren't already obvious. Many of them, however,
    were beginning to learn that I took most of these comments like water
    off of my plastic pants, and if I thought of the right thing to say
    back they'd usually shut up. For example, one kid, a not-so-fellow
    seventh grader, called me "stinky butt", not the first time I had heard
    that one and certainly nothing original. My reply was, "Yeah, like your
    butt smells any better?"
    	The next exchange was even more exciting. I was walking towards
    my locker ready to put my big book bag in there when suddenly I felt a
    pair of hands grabbing at my sides. The kid, a sixth grader, had tried
    to sneak up on me and pull my pants down, but because my diaper was so
    thick and bulky my pants didn't give. Since my diaper was already
    sticking up several inches above my pants he thought that he had
    accomplished his mission and exposed my diapers.
    	"Hey, Chris, your diaper's showing!" he said.
    	"It was showing anyway," I said back as I held my shirt up. I
    then thrust my stomach forward and pulled up on my diaper. "You want a
    better look at it?"
    	The kid was stunned for a moment, not expecting me to react this
    way.
    	"Why did you want to see my diapers?" I asked him loudly. He
    seemed to be more embarrassed that my reaction had backfired on him. I
    then reached for the fly on my pants and started undoing them.
    	"Come here, you wanted to take a look at my diapers, didn't you?"
    I said as I stood there ready to unfasten my pants. Of course I wasn't
    going to really take my pants down myself, but I sure got several
    people to stare at me as well as this kid. Soon the attention was on
    him and some of his classmates were calling him a faggot. After he
    moved on I continued with putting my book bag away. I also brought with
    me a new supply of diapers and I stuffed them up onto the top shelf.
    These diapers were loose and not in the package since I decided that
    even a small travel-size pack of Thickies was too big to stuff up onto
    that top shelf. Several kids stared as they looked at the two gleaming
    white stacks of diapers in my locker. After this it was off to Mrs.
    Steck's English class.
    	I felt nervous sitting there in Mrs. Steck's class wondering if
    she had looked at our papers. Another student had asked her if she had
    them ready to hand back, but she didn't. I figured she might have read
    mine by now. In any case, she had other matters to take care of, so she
    proceeded with the day's assignment.
    	Social studies was uneventful for the most part. We had a quiz,
    which made me glad I did my homework assignment unlike several other
    kids around me. Mr. Mathers had to scold Ellis for making some rude
    comments about my diaper showing, but that was nothing unusual.
    	The morning break followed second period and I met up with Tony,
    Jay, Luke and Bryce for our daily cinnamon rolls and milk or orange
    juice. We talked about what all we did after the diaper club meeting. I
    told them all about the story I wrote yesterday afternoon on our family
    winning ten grand for our diaper video, and of course I let them know
    that we sent in a copy of the video for real. We also started talking
    about finding odd jobs to do after school and on weekends in order to
    earn enough money each month to be "Thickies" members of D.B.A. We
    didn't have much time to talk about it before the bell rang, so we
    agreed to discuss it more during lunch.
    	On the way to Mr. Reiner's math class Tony and I talked about the
    things we could do to earn extra money.
    	"Well, if your video wins you'll be set, that's for sure," Tony
    commented.
    	"Yeah, I'd be good for almost five years if that were the case
    with my share, and by then I'd be too old to be a member anyway, but
    I'd rather buy some diapers with it. I'd even get some for Jay."
    	"Is Jay's Mom going to get him some real diapers?" Tony asked.
    	"Not likely," I said. I talked about how he had come over
    yesterday afternoon wearing forty pairs of briefs, each with four
    layers in the seat. I also explained to Tony how his sister Lori was
    with him to get his underwear that he left at my house so that his
    sisters could make them all into four-seaters.
    	"Quit it, you're giving me a boner," Tony joked.
    	"As if you don't like it when that happens," I joked, noting that
    I had an erection myself from thinking about how Jay looked yesterday
    standing there in the kitchen with his butt padded up in a mixture of
    every brand of boys' white briefs known to man.
    	"Just wait until we see him in P.E. class," I said.
    	"Other than seeing Jay and you and the other boys in diapers, I'd
    rather not think about P.E.," Tony remarked. "Who knows what Mr. Brown-
    Stain will do to us."
    	"I know what you mean," I said as we walked into the classroom in
    tandem.
    	Math class went pretty well and there wasn't really anything much
    to speak of about from that class, but P.E. of course, was a different
    story, quite eventful in fact, as it turned out. The rain had let up,
    but it was still cloudy outside and the forecast was calling for more
    rain today. This made me hope that we would be in the gymnasium today
    and not outside having to play football.
    	While Tony and I were dressing down for P.E. Greg, the coaching
    assistant, walked past and hollered that we would still be going
    outside.
    	"Aww, come on!" I pouted, as did Tony. I didn't want to play
    football today, or any other day. Whatever we might have been doing in
    the gym otherwise, it had to be better than football. By the time we
    diaper boys were ready most of the other boys had left the locker room.
    Tony and I went back to check to see if Jay was still there, and he
    was. He had come to school wearing his quadruple-seated underpants en
    masse, of course. He had taken off his soiled and soaked briefs which
    were stuffed inside of three or four plastic grocery bags.
    	Jay greeted us and told us again how everyone teased him for his
    thick underpants and called him "Jay Smell-son" and all the other
    combinations and variants of "poop", "stink", "butt", etc. How he
    wished his locker could be moved to our row since both we all felt that
    he certainly qualified as a diaper boy, even if he wasn't wearing real
    diapers.
    	"Should I ask Mr. Brown about getting my locker moved?" Jay
    asked.
    	"I wouldn't give him the time of day," I said. "At the rate he's
    going, he'll get his ass canned soon."
    	Just as Jay was tying his shoe Mr. Brown came towards us and blew
    his whistle.
    	"Hurry it up, boys!" he shouted. "I swear, those diapers must
    weigh you guys down like a ton of bricks!"
    	"Uhh, Mr. Brown?" Jay spoke meekly.
    	"Sir, that is COACH Brown!" Mr. Brown angrily reminded Jay. The
    man could have breathed fire when he said this. In spite of this, Mr.
    Brown asked Jay what he wanted.
    	"Umm, I was wondering if, uh--"
    	"Never mind! I don't have time for this crap, get your diapered
    butts moving now!" Mr. Brown ordered us. He stood behind Jay and
    swatted his butt while he was still tying his shoe to prod him along.
    While hand-to-diaper-butt contact was okay from my sisters and anyone
    else whom I felt was allowed to touch me there, having a teacher do
    this was entirely unacceptable. Tony and I were witnesses to this in
    case it came up later on, and we hoped that it would.
    	"Move along!" Mr. Brown yelled.
    	"Let me finish tying my shoe!" Jay snapped.
    	"You can do that later!" Mr. Brown said as he pulled Jay's hand
    away from his shoe. Jay's right shoe was still left with its laces
    hanging out. As Jay stood up and started walking towards Tony and me,
    Mr. Brown lightly shoved Jay's back to get him to scoot out of the
    locker room. He kept pushing Jay, telling him to walk faster.
    	"Maybe if you didn't wear all that underwear you could walk a
    little faster, ever thought about that?" Mr. Brown asked Jay.
    	"I can't help it," Jay said in a weak voice. "Besides, it's none
    of your business!"
    	Mr. Brown then grabbed Jay's shoulder and ordered him to stop and
    face him.
    	"Now, I want to make one thing very clear-- everything that goes
    on in this class *IS* my business!" Mr. Brown yelled at him while Mr.
    Brown pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. Jay was clearly
    intimidated by Mr. Brown's angry and threatening approach. Tony and I
    stopped and waited while we listened to "Phil-i-Buster"-- as we both
    thought to call him because now he was holding us up-- chewing out poor
    Jay.
    	Mr. Brown looked over at us and told us to "get the hell out to
    the playing field." Tony and I ran around the corner and pushed the
    doors open, letting them slam shut to give Mr. Brown the impression
    that we left. Instead, we stopped and hid in the vestibule at the
    locker room entrance to listen in.
    	"I am tired of you and your diaper buddies holding up this
    class!" Mr. Brown shouted. "I don't care what sort of problems you and
    those other boys have, but it's no excuse to keep my class from running
    the way I want it run-- ARE YOU LISTENING?!!!"
    	"Yes sir," Jay sniveled, trying to hold back his tears. "I just
    wanted to ask you if I could move my locker."
    	"What a petty and stupid request!" Mr. Brown said. "I don't have
    time for this, and I surely don't have time for you and those other
    kids who don't know how to use a TOILET!!! Wearing diapers at your age
    is RIDICULOUS!!!"
    	Jay then started crying, but Mr. Brown wouldn't have any of it.
    	"You wanna stay here and cry, fine! I'll just mark you for an
    unexcused absence!" Mr. Brown shouted. With this, Mr. Brown came
    stomping towards the vestibule where Tony and I had been hiding around
    the corner. Quickly we dashed out to the gymnasium and outside, hoping
    Mr. Brown wouldn't see that the door was still open. We ran as quickly
    as we could, but Mr. Brown knew that we had been hiding.
    	"You boys, back to the locker room and STAY THERE! YOU ARE ALL
    ABSENT AND UNEXCUSED!"
    	I was so mad now. I went back into the locker room and started
    hollering and swearing loudly.
    	"GODDAMMIT! I HATE MR. BROWN!" I screamed as I started punching
    the locker doors as hard as I could. My knuckles were bleeding from the
    abrasions but I didn't care. I continued this fit for a couple more
    minutes, kicking garbage cans and anything else that I could take out
    my frustrations on. By the time I got it out of my system I was crying,
    too.
    	Meanwhile, Tony had kept his cool and sat down with Jay at his
    locker. Tony had his arm around Jay to comfort him.
    	"You feel better?" Tony asked me once I calmed down a little.
    	"I will when Mr. Brown gets fucking fired!" I shouted.
    	"Settle down, Chris, we'll make sure that happens," Tony said as
    he directed me to sit on the bench next to Jay.
    	"Let me go find a Band-Aid first," I said as I looked at my
    bleeding, swollen knuckles. I went into the office and went to the
    first aid kit. While I was in there I noticed that there was a Polaroid
    camera sitting on Mr. Brown's desk. I looked up on the bulletin board
    and saw several Polaroid pictures that he had taken of his football
    teams along with some shots taken at various gameS. These pictures must
    have been taken back in Mr. Brown's days of being a real coach. The
    bulletin board was mounted right over the window next to the office and
    covered most of it up, leaving only a small portion of the glass open
    to look through. I couldn't understand why of all places he would mount
    the bulletin board over the window like this.
    	While I entertained the thought-- just because I despised the
    bastard so much and wanted to get him in trouble-- I couldn't imagine
    Mr. Brown using it to take candid shots of us boys in the buff while we
    were undressed. Every now and then stories about P.E. coaches taking
    pictures of their naked students in locker rooms appeared in the news.
    After smiling for a moment and thinking about what such a headline
    would look like in the newspaper or how it would look on TV, I treated
    my wounds with alcohol and then covered them up. It stung, but I was
    still too pissed off at Mr. Brown to care how badly it hurt. I then
    went back over to Tony and Jay.
    	We had most of the class period to cool off and talk about what
    we could do to get Mr. Brown fired. We had only been in school for a
    week and this crap certainly could not go on for thirty-five more
    weeks.
    	"Did your Mom write that letter and send it off yet?" Tony asked
    me.
    	"Oh yeah, she did," I said. "Tonight she's going to write another
    one. Ooh, do I ever got some *real* goodies to tell her this time, he
    he."
    	I also brought for Jay a box of Kleenex while I was in the office
    getting the Band-Aid. He used several of them to dry up his sniffles
    and his tears.
    	"I don't know what to do," Jay said in despair. He was still
    shaking from Mr. Brown's mistreatment.
    	"You're not in it alone," I said as I put my hand on his
    shoulder. "He's treating all of us like shit."
    	"But why?" Jay asked.
    	"A girl in my art class-- her name is Angela-- told me all about
    it," I said. I couldn't remember if I had told Jay about this or not. I
    continued.
    	"Her brother was in the ninth grade last year and he was still at
    this school, before they changed it to a middle school system. Anyway,
    her brother wears diapers, too, and was on the football team, and Mr.
    Brown started harassing him and a couple other boys for wearing
    diapers, and because of this, their parents complained and Mr. Shit-
    Stain, Brown-Stain, whatever you want to call him, he got demoted, so
    now he's no longer a football coach-- oh boo fucking hoo-hoo-- and he's
    taking out his frustrations on us because we wear diapers."
    	"But why does he hate us for wearing diapers?" Jay asked.
    	"That I don't know," I said. "It obviously bothers him, that's
    all I can tell you. He probably just doesn't understand that some boys
    like us either need to wear diapers or like to wear them, or both.
    That's why it took my parents so long to understand that I wanted to
    wear diapers. They thought it was something that a boy my age shouldn't
    do."
    	"Things aren't going to get any better, that's for damn sure,"
    Tony said.
    	"They will once Fart Brown gets fired," I said, trying to come up
    with a few more contemptible names for this asshole, anything to make
    me feel better.
    	"And he will once we report it to the school board that he
    willfully touched you on the ass, Jay," Tony said.
    	Yeah, Cindy and Lisa and Gina and all those other girls can pat
    my butt all they want, because they're family and friends, but a
    teacher doing this is grounds for immediate termination."
    	"But how we can prove that?" Jay asked.
    	"Me and Chris are witnesses," Tony said.
    	"But Mr. Brown will deny it, you know that," Jay said.
    	"Even if he doesn't get fired for this, he'll eventually get
    busted wide open for something. The man is just asking for trouble, and
    it'll eventually all catch up to him and bite him in the ass, hard," I
    said.
    	We sat together some more, exchanging Phil Brown insults and
    talking about what a complete shithead we all felt that he was. We all
    held hope that Mr. Brown's days at our school were numbered, hopefully
    with a single digit. By the time we expected the other kids to come
    busting through the doors we were all laughing, even Jay.
    	Just for fun I got up and grabbed the Polaroid camera.
    	"Where did you get that?" Tony asked me.
    	"It was in the office," I said as I pointed my thumb behind me
    over my shoulder.
    	I told Tony and Jay to drop their shorts and "smile", which Tony
    knew meant to bend over and moon me with his diapered butt. Jay picked
    up on this and did the same thing. I didn't know if the camera had any
    film in the camera and we were just playing around. I pressed the
    button and CLICK! Out came a Polaroid photo waiting to be developed by
    the bright fluorescent lights buzzing above us.
    	"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as I held the blank photo in my hand. "I
    didn't think it would have any film in it!"
    	"If you ever handle a gun, Chris, I hope you'll check to see if
    *it's* loaded before you shoot it!" Tony exclaimed.
    	"Put that camera back before someone comes in here!" Jay told me.
    I quickly handed Tony the photo and then ran to put the camera back in
    the office exactly the way I found it, along with the box of Kleenex.
    	Right as I was going back to Tony and Jay Mr. Brown came back
    into the locker room. He looked at us sitting there on the bench and
    went into his office for a second. I hoped he didn't see me using his
    camera.
    	"What did you do with that picture?" I asked Tony in a whisper.
    	"It's on the bench next to me," Tony spoke quietly. "It's still
    developing."
    	"Hide it!" I said.
    	"It needs to be in the light to develop!" Tony said.
    	"Forget it! I don't want to get busted for sneaking his camera
    out of the office!" I said.
    	"It's turning out, look!" Tony said as he picked it up and showed
    it to me and Jay. It was still yellowish-red, but I could distinctly
    see the outlines of the white-padded butts of Tony and Jay.
    	"Put that away before Mr. Brown sees it!" I said, wanting to
    shout, but having to whisper.
    	"He's coming, guys, quiet!" Jay told us. Tony set the photograph
    down on the bench and his body kept it out of view. We sat up straight
    and kept still, looking up at Mr. Brown innocently-- actually looking
    more guilty than anything else-- while he approached us. His whistle
    swayed around his neck with each step he took. Its shiny surface
    flashing the reflected fluorescent light at us as it swung left and
    right on its neck strap. Mr. Brown kept his eyes glued to us and didn't
    even blink as he walked up to us. We froze as his intimidating stance
    cast a shadow upon us.
    	For just a fleeting moment I thought that Mr. Brown may have come
    back to apologize and to retract his marking us absent from his class,
    but I soon came to my senses and realized that I had a better chance of
    using a toilet than for Mr. Brown to admit that he was in the wrong.
    Okay, maybe an apology from Mr. Brown was more likely than for me to
    use a toilet, but my parents would win the lottery every week for the
    rest of their lives before Mr. Brown would say the words "I'm sorry."
    When he did speak, he said, "I hope all of you boys have had time to
    think about what you did today."
    	I wanted to interject and ask him what Tony and I did that was so
    wrong, other than that we took longer to get ready than the other boys.
    Instead I kept my mouth shut and listened to Mr. Brown lecture us some
    more.
    	"I only want to tell you boys this one more time, because next
    time I have to wait on any of you, it's detention!"
    	All three of us looked at each other, mumbling "detention?"
    	"Look at me!" he said. "When I talk, you listen and you don't
    look away! I mean it, boys, this goldbricking around every day, getting
    your diapers changed, I just can't have it."
    	"Uhh, sir?" Tony bravely broke in as he raised his finger.
    	"This is not an open discussion," Mr. Brown said quietly, but
    with enough firmness to command the respect that he demanded.
    	Mr. Brown went on for a couple more minutes, pretty much
    repeating the same things he had told us over and over. Don't dawdle
    and be ready when the rest of the class was ready. He said we'd better
    be ready as soon as he blew the whistle. Easy enough for a kid who
    doesn't wear diapers, but Mr. Brown simply failed to understand. He
    concluded the discussion by saying that under no circumstances could
    Jay relocate to "diaper row." At this point we were excused. The other
    students had since then come running in with Greg to get showered and
    changed. Tony picked up the photo and brought it with him as we headed
    back to our own lockers.
    	Since we didn't go out for P.E. class we felt there was no point
    in showering, so Jay, Tony and I all just changed back into our regular
    clothes. The boys on our row were in various stages of dress and most
    of them had to change their diapers before going to the showers. Since
    Tony and I decided to change ours before class, this was what delayed
    us, just as Jay had to change his wet and dirty underwear.
    	"So where were you guys, you and Tony?" Jimmy asked me as he came
    back from the shower.
    	"Mr. Brown told us to stay in here today 'because we didn't get
    ready fast enough,'" I said while mocking Mr. Brown.
    	"Yeah, he told us that we were going too slow and was going to
    send us back to the locker room if we didn't hurry our butts up," Jimmy
    said.
    	"I'd like to know what crawled up his ass this weekend," I said.
    "Maybe he's not getting any from the wife-- if she can stand to live
    with the bastard," I commented.
    	"I think Mr. Brown's single," Tony said.
    	"I'm not surprised," I said. "How do you know that?"
    	"He doesn't wear a wedding ring," Tony said. Why Tony would think
    to look for such details, I didn't know and I quickly dismissed this
    curiosity.
    	"What did you think of the D.B.A. meeting this weekend?" I asked
    Jimmy.
    	"I had fun," he said. "Sorry if I seemed a little shy."
    	"Ahh, don't worry about it," I said. "It's to be expected if
    you've never been around a bunch of other boys having fun in diapers.
    Just come to the meeting next month and I'm sure you'll loosen up by
    then."
    	"I'm sure I will," he said. "In fact, I tried pooping in my
    diapers some more yesterday."
    	"That's great!" I said. "Did your mom or anyone find out?"
    	"No, I had to do it in private," he said. "I did it when nobody
    was home."
    	Jimmy stood before me with his naked butt turned to me while he
    went fishing through his locker for a clean diaper.
    	"Oh shit!" he exclaimed. "I thought I had some diapers here, but
    I don't!"
    	"Relax," I told him. I opened up my locker and handed him one of
    my Thickies disposables.
    	"Uhh, thanks," he said hesitantly. "But I don't think my pants
    are going to fit over that."
    	I picked up Jimmy's pants and looked at them and then compared
    their waist size (29 inches) to his waist size.
    	"Uh, yeah, I can see that this might be a problem," I said.
    Lonnie from down the row overheard us and he offered Jimmy one of his
    diapers. He tossed it over to him.
    	"Gee, thanks, Lonnie," Jimmy said as he unfolded it. "It's even
    my brand, how nice."
    	"Ever think about trying Thickies?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Oh yeah, I'd love to try them sometime," he said.
    	"Them's is shittin'-in diapers," I told him. "It would be a crime
    to let a Thickies go without pooping in it, too."
    	"I'd really like to wear cloth diapers like the ones Diane put on
    me," Jimmy said rather shyly.
    	"And especially the cloth ones are shittin' diapers," I added.
    "Once my sisters have you pinned into those, you ain't takin' 'em off
    for nothin' for a long time!"
    	His face blushed a little. His dick got hard upon mentioning
    this, too, as well as listening to me talk about my sisters diapering
    him, but then, he was probably hard just from handling the disposable
    diaper that he was about to put on himself.
    	"Well, if you ever get a chance to come over to my place, my
    sisters can fix you up in some cloth diapers; they'd be happy to do
    it."
    	"I'm sure they would, seeing how they diaper you," Jimmy replied
    as he pulled the diaper up between his legs. Since I wasn't doing
    anything I offered to fasten up his diaper for him and he agreed. I
    tightly pulled the tapes together and ran my hand along his frontal
    area to make sure his diaper was secure. He smiled briefly while I ran
    my hand over the tip of his diaper-enshrouded penis a couple times.
    	By the time Jimmy was dressed the bell rang and we all headed out
    the door.
    	"See ya' at lunch!" I told Jay and Tony as we parted ways. As an
    afterthought, I thought about inviting Jimmy to join us at our table.
    He asked me where we meet and quickly I told him.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 135
    ----------------------------

    	The two periods I disliked the most in my day were fourth and
    fifth periods and I was only halfway through the agony. I didn't feel
    too confident going into Mr. Eastman's Reading class, knowing that I
    wouldn't be prepared for today's discussion and exercise on the dull
    reading assignment we had over the weekend. I got into my seat and Mr.
    Eastman-- the obsessive-compulsively organized, and might I say anal
    retentive man that he was-- was ready to start the discussion.
    	"Our objective for the day is to discuss the weekend reading
    assignment which will involve asking you, chosen at random, a series of
    questions related to the story that you were assigned and expected to
    read," he announced as if we were supposed to get excited and cheer or
    something.
    	I had a feeling Mr. Eastman would pick on me. His method, I had
    learned, was to pick out students who appeared to be the least
    comfortable-looking and I must have had "HEY, MR. EASTMAN! I DIDN'T
    READ THE STORY!" written all over my face. As a result-- lucky me-- I
    was the first to go, and unfortunately I could not give Mr. Eastman
    much of an answer for what would have been a simple question about the
    story.
    	"Very well, Chris, I would highly recommend that you read the
    story tonight, seeing that you obviously did not read it," he said in a
    rather insulting and sarcastic way as he stared straight into my eyes.
    "I'd take some notes, too, if I were you."
    	"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I thought to myself as I made jack-off
    motions with my hand under my desk. I then opened my book and my spiral
    notebook, one which I had designated for doodling and writing things to
    alleviate boredom. Quite simply, I called it my "Boredom Book", which
    got the most use so far in this class.
    	I didn't want to get busted again for drawing diaper doodles, so
    instead I chose to work on another diversion that involved writing and
    would be more easily disguised. Ever since Tony referred to Mr. Brown
    as "Mr. Brown-Stain" I got the song "Mr. Brownstone" by Guns n' Roses
    stuck in my head. Guns n' Roses was one of the first rock bands I
    remember listening to, back at the age of five. Lisa was nine then and
    Guns n' Roses "Appetite for Destruction" was one of the first tapes she
    bought. Mom didn't exactly approve of it, but most parents never like
    what their kids listen to anyway.
    	I had a pretty good idea of how the original words to the song
    went, good enough for me to try to write a parody about Mr. Brown,
    anyway. In the course of about fifteen to twenty minutes-- totally
    oblivious to Mr. Eastman and the other students-- this was what I came
    up with:

    "Mr. Brown-Stain"

    I catch the bus around seven
    Get to first period around eight
    But I'm worrying about a certain teacher
    He's a man that I really... hate

    The shit usually starts when the bell rings
    We go on out to the field
    Get yelled at by the teacher
    That asshole, he just don't yield

    Chorus:

    Been putting up with Mr. Brown-Stain
    He's been bitching
    He won't leave me alone
    No, no ,no, he won't leave me alone

    I used to hurry a little but a little wouldn't do
    So the hurry got more and more
    I just keep trying to get a little faster
    Move a little faster than before
    I used to hurry a little but a little wouldn't do
    So the hurry got more and more
    I just keep trying to get a little faster
    Move a little faster than before

    (Chorus)

    We try to get ourselves diapered
    Get our diapers on our butts
    But that old man he's a real motherfucker
    Gonna kick him there in the nuts

    (Chorus)

    I used to hurry a little but a little wouldn't do
    So the hurry got more and more
    I just keep trying to get a little faster
    Move a little faster than before
    I used to hurry a little but a little wouldn't do
    So the hurry got more and more
    I just keep trying to get a little faster
    Move a little faster than before

    Shove it up your ass, I don't care if I sound crass
    Mr. Brown drives me out of my mind
    Some day I will get him, and I wish I never met him
    Kiss my diapered behind!

    	Well, that got me about halfway through the class period by the
    time I silently sang the words in my mind. My thoughts were interrupted
    when Mr. Eastman raised his voice.
    	"Apparently most of you chose not to do this assignment!" he
    yelled. I'm thinking, "no shit, moron, did you really think anyone
    would want to spend their weekend reading this crap?" I hadn't been
    paying attention, but it seemed that most of the other students were
    also struggling to answer Mr. Eastman's questions.
    	"I want an honest answer," he said. "Raise your hand if you read
    the entire story."
    	I looked around the room. Only six or seven hands went up, and
    mine certainly wasn't one of them.
    	"That's what I thought," he said with a dubiously satisfied nod.
    Then, with meticulous diction, he said, "it appears as if though a test
    is in order here. You might think it should be called a quiz, but
    students don't take quizzes as seriously as tests, so this is a test
    and will thus be graded accordingly."
    	"Test, quiz, whatever. Let's just get it over with, you jackass,"
    I thought to myself.
    	Mr. Eastman went to his desk to get a stack of quiz, err, test
    copies and then he handed them out to us.
    	"Please note that these are the same questions I just asked all
    of you," he said. "I will give you exactly five minutes in which to
    complete it, which will be accurately timed with this timer." He
    pointed to a wind-up kitchen timer that he used in his classroom.
    	"As soon as the timer bell rings, you are to discontinue writing
    and set your pencils down immediately," Mr. Eastman said. With this, he
    started the timer and said we may begin. I sat there sweating bullets
    as I looked at each question and pondered the four choices listed with
    each, knowing that one of them, but only one, was correct. Thank God it
    was multiple choice. If it were fill in the blank I would have bombed
    hardcore. I had at least a 25% shot at each one. It wouldn't have
    mattered if we had an hour to take the quiz (test). I pored over my
    answers several times, changing a few of them. Suddenly, the bell went
    off-- DING!
    	"The time I have allocated for the test has expired," Mr. Eastman
    enunciated. God, I had to wonder if he always talked like this. A
    simple "time's up!" would have been sufficient. Mr. Eastman quickly
    graded the quizzes (hell with it, it's a quiz, dammit!) and then handed
    them back out to us. Mine came back with lots of red marks on it and a
    40% circled at the top, along with a boldly written "F".
    	Mr. Eastman then returned to his desk and started punching in
    some numbers on a calculator. A moment later he announced that the
    average score was 53%.
    	"I expect a better performance from this class than this," he
    said, sounding so disappointed. I was just glad to hear the lunch
    dismissal bell ring.
    	I met up with Tony and the other members of our ever-expanding
    group of diaper boys, which now included Jimmy, bringing our lunchtime
    roster to six. Jimmy had a couple of his friends with him, but it
    wasn't known if they were diaper wearers until one of them spoke.
    	"So *all* of you guys wear diapers?" he asked.
    	As tempting as it would have been for all of us to drop our pants
    and satisfy his curiosity visually, we felt that under these
    circumstances a simple "yes we do" was sufficient. Neither he nor the
    other guy-- whose names we never got-- seemed to be too interested so
    we didn't look to them as potential diaper club members. Jimmy told us
    that they had even tried wearing diapers at a couple sleepovers but
    they just didn't have any desire to keep wearing them.
    	We had our daily Mr. Brown-bashing and bitch session, comparing
    what we put with in fourth period to what Bryce and Luke had to
    tolerate in the first class.
    	"If men could have periods, then Mr. Brown was definitely on the
    rag today," Luke opened. We all agreed. Luke and Nathan got the usual
    shit, but that was nothing compared to our story.
    	"No way, did he really?" Luke asked us after Tony and I explained
    what went on.
    	"Shit yehhees!" I groaned.
    	"What did you do to your hand?" Bryce asked me when he pointed to
    the Band-Aids on my knuckles.
    	"Let's just say that I got a little pissed," I said, explaining
    that I went on a rampage after Mr. Brown marked us absent and made us
    stay in the locker room all period long.
    	"Better than dealing with Mr. Brown and all those football player
    assholes he's got trained to kiss his ass," Luke commented.
    	"Yeah, but it still sucked that he went so far as to mark us
    absent when we weren't," I groaned.
    	"But we still had some fun!" Tony said as he brought out the
    instant photograph that I had snapped of him and Jay in the locker
    room. Tony passed it to me. It was a little dark and grainy because of
    the lack of a flash, but Tony's and Jay's white diapered butts stood
    out distinctly enough as did their socks, and so did the skin tones of
    their bare legs.
    	"How did you guys get that picture?" Bryce asked. I then
    explained the camera I found in Mr. Brown's office.
    	"What's he doing with a camera in the locker room?" Luke asked
    loudly enough to turn a few heads.
    	"I dunno, but have you noticed his office is right across from
    'diaper row?'" I asked.
    	"You don't suppose he's taking pictures of *us*, do you?" Bryce
    asked, sounding concerned.
    	"Yeah, notice that there's a window next to his office door?"
    Luke added.
    	"It's covered up with a bulletin board with pictures of his
    football teams back when he was a REAL coach!" I mocked Mr. Brown and
    his attitude over being addressed as "Coach Brown."
    	"There's a small space open at the bottom of he window, too,"
    Tony pointed out. "All he has to do is go in his office, shut the door
    and turn the light off and then take his pictures."
    	"Why would he want pictures of *us* in diapers, or maybe while
    we're naked?" Jimmy interjected after he had a chance to look at the
    photo before handing it back to me. "He hates our guts!"
    	"And he hates our butts!" Luke added, just because it rhymed and
    it gave him a chance to use the word "butts."
    	"He likes mine," Jay said quietly. "He swatted me on my butt to
    tell me to get moving."
    	"I don't really know, guys, I really don't know," I said as I
    tried to put this all together in my mind. The more I got to thinking
    about how things were set up, the more I validated my suspicions about
    Mr. Brown. Perhaps his evil treatment of us was a front since it seems
    that most of the teachers who get in trouble for this sort of thing are
    reported to act extra friendly to the kids they seek out.
    	I was about to hand the photo back to Tony when at the last
    minute I asked him if I could hold onto it and show it to Megan in Ms.
    Watson's class.
    	"Sure," he said. "In fact, it's your picture; you took it."
    	"How about I put it in the club photo album?" I suggested. I
    figured this was probably the best place for it.
    	For the remainder of the lunch period we talked about finding odd
    jobs and earning enough money to pay for our memberships in the D.B.A.
    club. As Tony and I were Directors, it was mandatory that we be
    "Thickies Diaper" members, which we fully intended to do anyway.
    	"What are you gonna do?" Tony asked me.
    	"I dunno for sure yet," I said. "Maybe rake leaves for the
    neighbors or something. Maybe I'll try babysitting."
    	"In other words, 'recruiting', right?" Tony nudged me.
    	"Hey, if I see boys who may want to wear diapers, sure," I said.
    	Tony said he would try to find odd jobs to do for people around
    his neighborhood, citing that there were several senior citizens who
    lived around him who could probably use some help.
    	"Who knows, I might get to clean out someone's garage and find a
    stack of old magazines--"
    	"Playboys? Penthouses?" Jimmy spoke up. This was enough to cause
    a few heads to turn. Since we were starting to be recognized as "the
    diaper clique" in the school, the kids were probably wondering why
    these magazine names were brought up.
    	"No, no, man, I'm talking old parenting magazines, like Parents,
    Good Housekeeping."
    	"Why would you want *those?*" Jimmy asked.
    	"For all the diaper ads, silly," Tony replied.
    	"Yeah, just think of what diaper ads must have looked like
    thirty-some years ago, before they even had disposable diapers," I
    added. "And before they came out with all this 'ultra-trim' crap,
    disposable diapers were a lot thicker then."
    	"Yeah, I'd rather look at diapers than naked girls any day," Luke
    said.
    	"Shh, not so loud," Bryce cautioned with a whisper. "You want
    people to think we're all gay?"
    	"Maybe some of us are," Jay said, although he wasn't about to
    reveal that he himself felt this way about his own sexual orientation.
    "I'd just keep quiet about it."
    	Jimmy had since then turned his attention to his other buddies,
    who were starting to look uncomfortable because they were sitting with
    "the diaper clique" and didn't want anyone to think of them as diaper
    wearers. At this point Jimmy and his friends took off.
    	"See you tomorrow in Brown's class," Jimmy said as he left.
    	"Maybe," I sighed. Jimmy was a nice kid, but he seemed to be more
    of a fifth wheel than anything else in our group. Actually, he was more
    of a sixth wheel since there were already five of us who were solid
    members of the "diaper clique." We got back to talking about what jobs
    we could find. I settled on doing some babysitting, while Tony was
    debating either doing odd jobs such as raking leaves, or also doing
    babysitting. Luke and Bryce each decided to spend their existing
    allowances that they earned and be "Cloth Diaper" members which would
    cost them each twenty dollars a month. Luke added that his brother
    Nathan would likely do the same with his allowance but only be a
    "Plastic Pants" member, which would cost him $10 a month.
    	"No point in having both of us be 'Cloth Diaper' members," Luke
    said. "Nathan would still get to see the color photo albums and any of
    the stories that I order for us."
    	Jay had a despondent look on his face, so I asked him what was
    bothering him.
    	"I'll probably have to be a 'Diaper Pin' member," he said glumly,
    referring to the lowest membership level that required no dues. I knew
    that Jay was embarrassed about his family being so poor. He didn't get
    an allowance and if he did, the last thing he'd be able to spend it on
    would be a diaper club membership.
    	"It's all right, buddy," I said to comfort him. "Aaron would
    gladly make copies of the videos that we'll get, and we might be able
    to make color copies of the photo albums for you." I said. "You could
    borrow any of our stories any time."
    	"It's not that," he said. "I just hate that we hardly ever have
    money to do anything fun."
    	"You had fun this weekend, didn't you?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but it still doesn't change the fact that we're so poor."
    	"You could still find a job, couldn't you, like babysitting or
    something?" I suggested to Jay.
    	"I could, but since Jolene has to work to help pay the bills, so
    would I," he said. "Besides, Mom hasn't let me thin down my underpants
    and let me go out and wear pants to leave the house for so long."
    	"I admit that is a drawback to having to work for money," I said,
    knowing that my days of going around the house all afternoon and
    evening and all weekend in just diapers would be limited if I chose do
    to this.
    	"I suppose that's where the phrase 'wear the pants' came from," I
    added.
    	"Talk to your Mom and see what she says," Tony said to Jay.
    	"Okay, but I'm not counting on anything," Jay replied
    pessimistically.
    	Soon the warning bell for sixth period rang and it was time for
    us to get our diapered butts moving. I went to my locker to get my
    books for Ms. Walters science class. I took my seat next to Megan.
    	"Hi, Chris, how was your weekend?" she asked.
    	"Got a couple hours?" I said.
    	"Oh no," Megan said with an alarmed look on her pudgy, freckled
    face as she got the wrong impression from what I said. "Was it that
    bad?"
    	"Bad? No, not at all. In fact it was great; we had lots of fun!"
    	"Oh yeah, you guys all got together for that club meeting, huh?"
    Megan said. She refrained from saying "diaper club" as she didn't like
    the attention drawn to her from the other classmates when she said
    this.
    	"I'll print out what I wrote about in my diaper-y from this
    weekend and bring it in tomorrow," I said to Megan. Of course she knew
    that I was referring to my "diaper diary" when I said "diaper-y".
    	The bell had rung but Ms. Walters had not yet entered the
    classroom, so this gave Megan and I a couple more minutes to talk. I
    showed her the photograph that I had taken in the locker room, which
    she thought was cute, seeing two white-diapered butts in the locker
    room.
    	"Who took this picture of you?" Megan asked, thinking that I was
    one of the two diapered subjects. I told her that I had taken the
    picture.
    	"I thought that was you," she said, thinking that Tony's diaper
    butt was mine. As we both had on the same color of school standard-
    issue gym shirts there was no easy way to distinguish us, especially
    given the lower color resolution of the photo.
    	"Who's that on the right?" Megan asked, noting that Jay's
    "diapers" looked different than Tony's disposables, being that they
    were really his underpants.
    	"That's Jay," I told her.
    	"He's the one who wears a hundred pairs of underpants, right?"
    Megan asked me.
    	"Just about," I said. "He wears a lot more than this when he's
    not in school, that's for sure," I said as I pointed to his behind in
    the picture.
    	"How did you get a picture like this, anyway?" Megan asked. I
    started to answer, but then Ms. Walters came into the room and hushed
    everybody down. She immediately opened with a quiz, which generated a
    lot of groans. "Shit!" I thought to myself. This was my third quiz
    today. I got an 88% on it, though, which made me feel better after the
    dismal score I got on the quiz in Mr. Eastman's class.
    	During the discussion Ms. Walters dimmed the lights at the front
    of the room so that she could run the overhead projector, with which
    she proceeded to bury us with several pages of notes for us to copy
    down. I thought this was pointless since I preferred to take my own
    notes from my reading the book.
    	Since this was such a drag, Megan and I continued to communicate
    via writing some notes of our own to each other. I got out my "boredom
    book" and I wrote out what happened in P.E. I quietly slid the notebook
    over to Megan, who then wrote "what an asshole!" She waited until Ms.
    Walters had her head down to look at the projector to switch pages and
    then she slid the notebook back over to me. This time I wrote about the
    camera that I found in Mr. Brown's office, although I didn't explain my
    suspicions as to why he had it.
    	Again, I waited for Ms. Walters to be momentarily distracted
    before I slid my notebook back over to Megan. Megan pretended to be
    looking up at the screen copying notes when in fact she was really
    writing out a note for me instead. At the right time she slid my
    notebook back to me again.
    	"Can you come over after school?" her note read. For a moment I
    got excited, thinking that perhaps Megan wanted to have a little "fun"
    like we had last time, but then I remembered how agonizing the guilt
    was afterwards. I wanted to ask her what reason she had, but I didn't
    want to sound rude by asking why. I wrote, "what do you want to do?"
    	"I need to give something back to you and talk to you about
    something," her note read. Suddenly my stomach dropped and I was very
    concerned what she wanted to talk to me about.
    	"You're not pregnant, are you?" I wrote, my nervousness evidenced
    by the shakiness in my handwriting.
    	"No, silly!" came her reply along with a little smiley face. This
    was a big relief and it gave me another thing to think about before
    doing anything of this nature with Megan again. She then pulled the
    notebook back towards her to amend her note.
    	"Scott got mad at me for putting one of your diapers in his
    underwear drawer, so I wanted to give it back to you at my house
    instead of bringing it to school. I thought it would be too
    embarrassing for anyone to see me handling a diaper."
    	"I understand," was my next reply. Underneath this I wrote, "Did
    he tattle on you or find out that I was there?"
    	"No, I told him you gave me one of your diapers here at school
    because you wanted to find out if he would take the diaper and try it
    on."
    	Now I was curious what this had to do with Megan wanting to talk
    to me, the reason yet unknown.
    	"Do you think Scott really wants to wear diapers?" I wrote,
    excited at the thought that maybe her brother wanted to get in on the
    diaper fun and have his big sister Megan (literally "big", too) change
    him. "Is this what you want to talk to me about?"
    	Megan's reply was disappointing, but it still held my curiosity.
    	"No, he doesn't want to wear diapers and he was insulted that you
    thought he'd want to wear them."
    	"Sorry," I whispered.
    	"Don't worry about it, he'll get over it," Megan whispered back.
    She then continued writing.
    	"I need you to talk to me and one of my friends about something,"
    came Megan's next note. By this point the page was getting full, so I
    turned it over.
    	"What is it?" I asked.
    	"It's a surprise, you'll like it," she wrote back, again with a
    smiley face. All I could do was sit there and try to figure out what
    sort of "surprise" she had in mind, especially as it involved her
    friend.
    	"Does your friend want to diaper me or 'have fun?'" I asked.
    	"I very much highly doubt it," she wrote. "Not because of you or
    anything, but, well, just keep your diapers on and you'll find out when
    we get to my house."
    	"Okay," I wrote. At this point Ms. Walters was about done with
    her presentation of her notes and the class was about to get out. When
    the bell rang I talked to Megan outside the classroom.
    	"Can't you tell me what this 'surprise' is?" I asked her,
    imploring her for an answer. The suspense was killing me.
    	"I told you it's a surprise," she said. "If I tell you now it
    won't be a surprise then, okay?"
    	"Okay," I said, resigning myself to about another hour of anxious
    curiosity.
    	"Meet me on my bus after school," Megan said. She then kissed her
    hand and pressed her fingers to my lips as she trotted off to her last
    class of the day. I watched her big butt bounce around until I lost
    sight of her in the crowd and then I went to my last class, Mr.
    Williams' drawing and painting class.
    	I took my seat next to Angela and talked to her for a couple
    minutes before class started.
    	"Why wasn't Todd at the meeting this weekend?" I asked her.
    	"He had football practice," Angela said. "But then it got
    cancelled because of the rain and by then we had made plans to go see a
    Saturday matinee instead, so he had to miss it. He told me to tell you
    he really wanted to come, but he just couldn't."
    	"That's all right," I told Angela. The next meeting will be on
    October 9th.
    	"That's a Saturday, huh?" Angela said.
    	"Yep, he's probably got practice that day, I take it," I said.
    	"Unless it really rains like it did this weekend," Angela said.
    "By November the season's over with, so if he misses it next month
    he'll be sure to come to your meeting after that."
    	Mr. Williams then got the class to settle down and he gave us our
    drawing exercise for the day. While I was working on this I told Angela
    about what happened in Mr. Brown's class today, which didn't surprise
    her. I also pulled out the photograph and showed it to her. She let out
    a suppressed giggle as she looked at the two solidly white-clad butts
    in the picture.
    	"You look cute; which one's you?" she asked.
    	"Neither, they're of my friends Tony and Jay," I explained. "I
    took the picture."
    	"I see you got a hold of Mr. Brown's camera," she said.
    	"Is there something you know about Mr. Brown taking Polaroids?" I
    asked Angela.
    	"I know he always took it with him to football games and took
    pictures of the team when he wasn't out there on the field coaching.
    Why do you ask?"
    	"I dunno," I said. "I just think it's odd that he'd leave the
    camera here at school instead of bring it from home," I said.
    	Not much more was said of the camera. Angela talked about what
    she did over the weekend while I told her about all the fun things we
    did at the D.B.A. meeting."
    	"I know Todd would have had fun with you guys," Angela said.
    	"Does he like to go around in his diapers?" I asked.
    	"He did when he was younger," Angela said. "Spent his whole day
    after school and on weekends in just his diapers. Now that he's older
    he's been covering up. I know he'd still like to do it if my parents
    didn't tell him to wear pants around the house now. This is why I know
    he'd enjoy being at the meeting."
    	The rest of the class period seemed to pass fairly quickly, even
    though my mind was still on what Megan wanted me to come over for after
    school. As soon as the dismissal bell rang I caught up with Tony and
    explained to him that Megan invited me over.
    	"Okay, see you tomorrow," Tony said as he and I parted ways. I
    located Megan's bus and hopped on. As I walked back to find Megan one
    kid said, "great, we got Diaper Boy on our bus today."
    	"Put all the windows down!" another kid shouted. "I don't want to
    smell Piss-Chris and his stinky diapers!"
    	"Then get off this bus," I said to him.
    	"Why are YOU on this bus?" he asked me. I ignored him and went
    back to the fifth seat on the left, where I spotted Megan.
    	"I saved you a seat, Chris," she said as she slapped the seat
    next to her.
    	"Thanks," I said as I sat down in my spot. While the seats were
    designed to fit three, Megan was big enough that there was no room for
    a third person on the seat. The bus driver, who didn't recognize me,
    asked me if I was on the right bus.
    	"He is, Mrs. Everett," Megan told the bus driver. "He's coming
    over to my house."
    	"Whoo hoo!" several kids around us cheered.
    	"You gonna change his diapers?" one kid said.
    	"You'll have to, unless you like sucking on poopy dicks," another
    kid said. Megan told him to shut up. While her words were ineffective,
    the bus driver heard this and issued this kid a citation for use of
    foul language on the bus. She ordered him to come to the front of the
    bus where she handed him the citation, which he would have to bring
    back with his parents' signature before he could ride the bus again
    tomorrow.
    	"Thanks a lot, asswipe," he sneered at me as he waved the
    citation he had just received in my face and then returned to his seat
    in the back.
    	"Not my fault you got busted," I said as I turned around and
    looked at him. He then mocked me, repeating what I had just said in a
    sarcastic voice, and then he snapped back, "I wouldn't have gotten in
    trouble if you hadn't have gotten on our bus!"
    	"Just ignore them," Megan said, patting my leg, before I had a
    chance to shoot back.
    	A couple minutes later the bus rolled out off of the school
    grounds.
    	"So how long do you ride before you get off?" I asked Megan. The
    kid in the seat behind me who overheard said, "as soon as she has an
    orgasm!"
    	This junior-high level of humor that was just demonstrated caused
    several of the other kids around us to laugh. It was then that I
    realized the double entendre of my question. Megan advised me to just
    ignore him. A couple of kids made jokes between Megan being fat and the
    fact that I wear diapers, but Megan seemed to be used to this by now
    just as I was used to the heckling about my diapers.
    	"Megan's bus stop was the fourth one on the route home since we
    left school. A few kids made more "whoo hoo" comments out the windows.
    One said, "Chris likes fat chicks! Chris likes fat chicks!"
    	"As a matter of fact, I do, so there!" I shouted as the bus drove
    off. I was tempted to hold Megan's hand as we walked to her house, but
    with some other kids behind us I didn't want to give them any more
    reasons to heckle. I was also tempted to ask Megan once more about this
    surprise, but I knew she wanted to wait until we were at her house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 136
    ----------------------------

    	We got to Megan's house and Bobby, her older brother, was already
    home.
    	"I see you brought your boyfriend with you today," Bobby
    sarcastically said to Megan while he was drinking straight out of a
    two-liter bottle of Mountain Dew.
    	"He's not my boyfriend, Bobby," Megan said to him.
    	"You gonna go change his diaper?" Bobby said, probably to annoy
    her more than me.
    	"If you keep drinking that pop like that I may have to change
    *your* diaper!" Megan shot back. Bobby mocked her with a fake, silent
    laugh.
    	"I don't wear diapers," Bobby said calmly, but assertively.
    	"You should, considering you still can't keep your underwear
    clean," Megan fired back again.
    	"At least my butt's not so big that it takes twelve rolls of
    toilet paper to wipe it every time I take a shit!" said her brother.
    	"At least I use toilet paper!" was Megan's latest shot in this
    round of sibling rivalry. I was glad to see that this sort of thing had
    died down a little with my sisters. Her brother had nothing ready to
    top this remark and Megan got in the last word, so her brother went
    back to watching one of his WWF videos.
    	"Come on, let's go out back," Megan said as we passed through the
    kitchen and out to the back patio.
    	"Don't you two lovebirds get carried away!" Bobby said as he
    watched us disappear. Megan just ignored him and she led me outside and
    to the patio swing.
    	"So, what's this big secret that you've been waiting to tell me
    about?" I asked Megan as we rocked the swing back and forth gently. I
    was hoping it would be something good.
    	"It's not a secret, I just wanted to make it sort of a surprise,"
    she answered.
    	"Did I win a million dollars or something?" I asked.
    	"No, but it does involve money, though," Megan answered.
    	"How's that?" I asked Megan.
    	"Well, I thought I would tell you about meeting some more boys
    who wear diapers," Megan replied.
    	"Really?!" I spoke up loudly, getting excited at the thought of
    this. "Who?"
    	"Let me explain," Megan said as she patted my thigh, her hand
    teasingly close to my aroused privates.
    	"I have a friend I used to know from church," Megan said.
    	"You go to church?" I asked Megan. She wasn't exactly my idea of
    a church-going girl.
    	"We used to, but my parents don't go there anymore for some
    reason," Megan answered, apparently wanting to evade explaining why,
    but I was curious how Megan got to know someone like this. Megan then
    decided to explain it, admitting that she didn't really like going to
    church and stoop going and she stopped going a couple years ago.
    	"Anyway, about my friend. Her name's Irene. I hadn't spoken much
    to her since I stopped going to church. I was surprised to hear from
    her. Just last night she called me and I was wondering what she was
    wanting, maybe wanting me to start going to church again. Turns out she
    needs someone to take over her babysitting job. Last week she started
    babysitting these two boys that live down the street from her, but she
    doesn't like handling their diapers. She goes to a Christian school,
    which is why we don't see her at our school, and none of the girls she
    spoke to could do it, or wanted to do it, so she said she was desperate
    and she called me. When Irene told me about this I told her, 'I know
    someone who would be perfect!' I was talking about you, of course. I
    told her I would talk to you about it and see if you were interested."
    	"Hell yeah I'm interested!" I said loudly. "How old are these
    boys?"
    	"They're both six; they're twins," Megan explained. "They're in
    first grade, but they need someone to watch them after school until
    their mom gets home from work, which is at about 5:30. So, how does
    this sound?"
    	"Sounds great!" I said. "Do you know why the boys wear diapers?"
    	"I don't really know. Irene hasn't told me a lot about their
    condition," Megan answered. "She's just told me that she doesn't like
    having to change their messy diapers."
    	"So they poop their diapers, it sounds like," I said with a smile
    and getting even more excited to meet these boys.
    	"That's what she's told me," Megan said. "I knew you'd be just
    right for these boys."
    	"This is really great," I commented to Megan. "You must have been
    reading my mind or something."
    	"Chris," Megan said as she put her hand on top of my hand and
    shifted her eyes towards me. "When I read your mind, I see the word
    'diapers!' Why do you say that, anyway?"
    	"We we're all talking at lunch today about making some more money
    so that we could pay our membership dues for the diaper club," I said.
    	"How much are the dues?" Megan asked.
    	"Thirty-five dollars a month," I said.
    	"I think this lady pays pretty fairly," Megan said. "I know
    you'll easily make enough in a month to pay for your dues."
    	"Okay," I said after Megan had stopped talking.
    	"You wanna do it then?" Megan asked me.
    	"You bet!" I said. "I just need to talk to my Mom about it and
    make sure she's cool and everything."
    	"Sure, I understand," Megan said.
    	"So, what we do then?" I asked Megan.
    	"We'll go over to where Irene is babysitting and I'll introduce
    her to you," Megan said. "Come on!"
    	Megan got up and she extended her hand to help me up. Even though
    I didn't need the help I didn't mind getting to take a hold of her
    hand. I had a feeling Megan really wanted to be more than friends, and
    I was wanting the same thing, but we both knew what this would lead to.
    	As I got up I unloaded a bowel movement into my diaper, which was
    already very wet and soaked as I hadn't changed it since before P.E.
    class.
    	"You need to change your diaper, sweetie," Megan said.
    	"Uhhh, yeah, you could say that," I said as I felt the poop still
    oozing out of my butt and into my diaper.
    	"Oh, that reminds me," Megan said. "Let me give you that diaper
    back."
    	With this, Megan led me back into the house. Bobby stopped us and
    said, "I saw what you two we're doing out there!"
    	"What?!" Megan said defensively.
    	"You were holding hands!" Bobby teased us. If only he knew what
    else we had done together before.
    	"So?" Megan retorted. She then reached for my hand and she held
    it.
    	"I'm holding his hand, Bobby, see, see?!" Megan said. She then
    took my other hand and held it.
    	"Now I'm holding BOTH his hands!" she said. "Oooh, that's sooooo
    mushy, isn't it?"
    	Megan then started dancing around.
    	"Come on, Chris, let's dance!"
    	Megan then started swinging around me while still holding my
    hands. I tried to move around with her, but this wasn't easy to do with
    a soggy and messy diaper.
    	"Uhh, Megan," I said as I let go of one of her hands and pointed
    to my butt.
    	"I think I'd better sit this one out, if you know what I mean," I
    said as I could feel the poop spreading more and more. A second wave of
    discharge from my butt then spewed into the back of my diaper."
    	"Oh okay, sure," Megan said as she realized how difficult it
    would be for me to dance in dirty diapers. The smell was starting to
    spread throughout the room.
    	"Oh, phew!" Bobby complained. "How can you stand being around a
    kid who shits his diapers and stinks all the time, Megan?"
    	"I've done it before," Megan said. "Remember how long it took
    Scott to be potty trained?"
    	"No," he said.
    	"And you were in diapers awhile, too, WEREN'T YOU?!" Megan said
    to Bobby. "I know, because you had diapers on in your third birthday
    party pictures."
    	"Shut up!" he shot back. "Goddammit, now it stinks in here. I'm
    going down to the basement."
    	With this, Bobby ejected his WWF tape and took his half-consumed
    bottle of Mountain Dew with him and then headed down the stairs to the
    basement.
    	"You should come over more often," Megan said, explaining that my
    smelly diapers got rid of her pesky brother. I laughed at this.
    	"Let me get you that diaper," Megan said as she went into her
    room and then came back out to hand it to me.
    	"Thanks," I said. "I might as well use this one to change."
    	"You can use our bathroom if you want," Megan said as she
    directed me to it.
    	"Uhh, well, I really am a mess back there," I said. "I don't want
    to stink up your bathroom."
    	"I have two brothers, remember," Megan said. "They're always
    forgetting to flush the toilet and they make the bathroom stink because
    of it. They do it to me just to piss me off, or in this case, poop me
    off."
    	"I don't know how I'll clean myself up," I said. "I'm used to my
    sisters wiping my butt for me. Otherwise I just go in the shower and
    spray it off and I don't want to do that to your shower."
    	"I appreciate your consideration, Chris," Megan smiled as she
    looked into my eyes. We both just stared at each other and it seemed
    that we were reading each other's thoughts. Megan finally broke the
    awkward silence.
    	"You want me to change your diaper, don't you?" she said.
    	"Uhhh, yeah, I was thinking that," I admitted nervously. "But you
    don't have to."
    	"Sure, come on!" Megan said as she led me out back again. I
    couldn't refuse, so Megan took my hand once again and led me out to the
    back yard.
    	"Why are we doing it out here?" I asked Megan.
    	"To clean you off," she said. "I'll just spray you clean with
    that hose over there."
    	Megan led me to the corner of the back yard where we were away
    from the house and out of view from the kitchen window.
    	"Do you think Bobby will see us?" I asked.
    	"Nah, if I know Bobby, he'll probably spend most his day down
    there," Megan assured me.
    	"What time does Scott get home?"
    	"In a little while, but he has soccer practice after school
    today, so we're fine for awhile."
    	Megan then asked me if she could have the honors and I said, "go
    ahead."
    	Megan undid my pants and then pulled them down, exposing my
    solidly wet, expanded diaper. If it weren't for the super strong tapes
    that come with Thickies this diaper would have fallen off from all the
    weight it was carrying.
    	"Wow, Chris, you are wet!" she said. She then pulled on the two
    tapes and ripped the diaper off of me. In an instant the diaper fell
    out of my crotch and landed on top of my pants which were bunched up at
    my ankles. The diaper lay there with piss-diluted shit smeared all the
    way from the front to the back with the greatest concentration in the
    back and in the crotch. I picked it up and tossed it aside. I felt so
    awkward standing in the middle of Megan's back yard naked below my
    waist. I kept looking over at the house while keeping my hands over my
    genitals.
    	"Relax, Chris!" Megan said. "Bobby's not going to see us.
    Besides, he knows that I've caught him with a few girls, too. If he
    tattles on me, I tattle on him, simple as that."
    	"Okay," I said. I watched Megan retrieve the hose and pick it up.
    She then went over to the spigot and turned it on.
    	"Take your pants off, Chris," she said. Go ahead and step out of
    them."
    	I did as Megan told me and I stepped out of my pants. I had to
    take my shoes off first. I decided I'd better take my socks off since
    they'd probably get wet.
    	"Turn around!" Megan said as she came up to me with the hose
    gurgling with a stream of water. I turned my shit-caked butt to Megan.
    She then put her finger over the end of the hose and sprayed the poop
    off of my buttocks. She came closer and ran the water stream up into my
    butt crack, giving me an enema, more or less.
    	"I just want to make sure you're all nice and clean," she said.
    She then told me to sit on the grass so that she could clean my crotch
    and my genitals. She didn't spray it, but rather just let the water run
    over my hard dick and my balls.
    	"Okay, you look clean now," she said. She tossed the hose away
    from her with the water still running and then looked at me. Her eyes
    were focused on my hard-on.
    	"You ready to diaper me?" I asked her nervously.
    	"Almost," she said as her head slowly descended closer and closer
    to my crotch.
    	"I know we agreed to just be friends, but--" she said as she
    looked up at me before looking back down. After this she wasn't able to
    speak and finish her sentence as her mouth was full. I didn't resist
    and I let her carry out her intentions. I figured there was no risk of
    pregnancy this time around. I kept looking up at the kitchen window and
    the back door, hoping upon hope that Bobby wasn't getting a free peep
    show out of this.
    	"There, feel better?" Megan said after she accomplished her
    mission, wiping the resulting mess from her face onto her shirt.
    	"I do, thank you," I said.
    	"Now I'm ready to diaper you," Megan said. She retrieve the
    diaper that I brought out with me and she put it on tightly and
    securely.
    	"Get your pants on and let's get going," Megan said. She waited
    for me as she watched me put my pants on over my diaper. I then put my
    socks back on and then my shoes. I picked up the dirty diaper and asked
    what I should do with it.
    	"Put it in the garbage in the garage," Megan said as she led me
    to the back door. It was already full of the week's garbage and was
    ready to take out to the curb. Megan picked up the top bag.
    	"Put your diaper in the bag on the bottom," she said. I did just
    this and Megan set the top garbage bag on top of this again. As the
    garbage was already smelly, my diaper would likely go unnoticed. We
    then went back into the house.
    	"Go wash your hands, Chris," Megan said. "I'm going to go change
    my shirt and then we'll go see Irene."
    	After Megan was ready she and I walked down the street a ways to
    the house where Irene was babysitting. On the way over there Megan told
    me about Irene and some of the things they had done together.
    	"She's shy and she's quiet, especially around people she doesn't
    know," Megan told me. Megan also explained that Irene was very devoted
    to her faith and her church and she read the Bible a lot.
    	"She's also a prude, as you might expect, so no swearing or
    telling dirty jokes around her," Megan advised me. I nodded to this.
    	"So how much can I say about the boys having dirty diapers?" I
    asked Megan.
    	"If the boys need to be changed, just leave it at that and say
    that they need to be changed."
    	"Uhh, huh huh, so like, uhh, I can't say poop, crap or turds?" I
    said using my Butthead voice.
    	"Yeah, heh heh, and we can't say 'shit', Butthead! Heh heh, get
    it?" I added, this time using Beavis' voice.
    	Megan smiled but then told me, "Seriously, Chris, talk to her as
    if you were talking to her in church, okay?"
    	"I'll be a good boy," I promised Megan. "At least around her."
    	"You probably won't see much of her anyway, since you are taking
    over for her, that is, if your mom says you can do this," Megan told
    me.
    	"Does Irene know I wear diapers?" I asked Megan.
    	"I haven't told her, and it would probably be best that you don't
    mention it."
    	"Is she that uncomfortable about it?" I asked.
    	"Well, you probably wouldn't want to explain to her why you wear
    them. I suppose you could mention it to her if you want, but I wouldn't
    get into a lengthy discussion about it."
    	It was another three blocks or so before we got to the house
    where Irene was babysitting. I figured I had to have been at least a
    mile away from my own house and we were almost halfway to Aaron's
    house. Megan went up to the door and rang the doorbell. A few seconds
    later a tall, slender girl with wire-rimmed glasses came to the door.
    	"Hi," she said in a quiet voice.
    	"Hi Irene," Megan said to her. "I brought Chris with me. Chris,
    this is Irene, and Irene, this is Chris."
    	"Hi, pleased to meet you," I said as I shook hands with her. As I
    shook her clammy, dainty hand I could feel her bones inside and she
    held a loose grip.
    	"Chris is going to talk to his Mom about taking over for you,"
    Megan spoke on my behalf.
    	"That's good," Irene uttered. "Come in, I'll have you meet the
    boys."
    	Irene led Megan and I down the hallway to the boys' room where
    they were both playing with their toys. I was hoping that they would be
    stripped down to just their diapers and T-shirts. Instead they were
    fully dressed. Knowing what I already knew about Irene, I doubted she
    would have let them run around in their diapers. Perhaps I could do
    something about this once I got to take over as their babysitter.
    	"Guys," Irene spoke to get the boys' attention, using the loudest
    voice I had heard from her yet.
    	"I want you to meet Chris," Irene said. "He might be taking over
    for me."
    	"Hi Chris!" one of the two boys said. He had blond hair and he
    was a real cutie, as was the other boy, who had brown hair. I couldn't
    wait to see what they would look like in just their diapers. Both of
    them were in overalls, which I felt added to their charming character.
    	"You said they're twins?" I asked Megan.
    	"Yes, but their fraternal twins," Megan explained. "You know,
    twins that were born together but don't look the same."
    	"I knew that," I said. "What are their names?"
    	"Cody is the blonde one, and the brown-haired one is Jordan,"
    Irene answered.
    	"Boys, we're going to be out in the front room, so keep it down
    in here, okay?" Irene told them.
    	"Okay," they both said in unison.
    	Irene then led us back out to the front room. A stack of
    textbooks was on the coffee table along with a Bible and a notebook
    with very neatly written notes. Irene took her seat on the couch and
    Megan sat next to her while I took a seat in the recliner across from
    them.
    	"So uhhh, how do you and Chris know each other?" Irene asked
    Megan.
    	"We go back a long ways," Megan said. "We've known each other
    since first grade, but I really didn't talk to Chris much until we were
    in third grade."
    	"So are you just friends?" Irene asked.
    	"Yeah, just friends," Megan said. She then winked at me, which
    made me wonder why she did gestured this.
    	"So uhhh, Chris, I should probably tell you a little about the
    boys that you will be babysitting," Irene opened as she turned to me.
    "You might find this unusual, but-- they wear... diapers."
    	Even though I knew this and was very excited about it, I knew
    Irene wouldn't have the same appreciation for boys in diapers as did
    most of the other girls I had known, including my sisters, of course. I
    just said, "that's okay, Megan already told me they do."
    	"That's good because, well, this is why I'm hoping to get someone
    to take over babysitting for me," Irene explained in a voice that
    barely registered above a whisper. "Cody's and Jordan's mom told me
    that her boys were six years old and wore diapers, which I thought was
    strange, being that old. I thought I could handle changing their
    diapers since I have babysat younger kids from my church. But it's
    different when their older. I don't know why, but I just kind of feel
    silly changing diapers on six-year-olds."
    	I just nodded with understanding as Irene continued to explain
    why she wanted me to take over babysitting for her.
    	"The boys said they wanted a boy to babysit them, too, and I
    think they would be better off being that they're six years old. I just
    thought I'd let you know this before you decide to baby-sit for them.
    You don't mind changing diapers?"
    	"Not at all," I said confidently.
    	"Have you ever changed diapers before?" she asked.
    	"Oh yeah, I have," I said.
    	"I don't suppose you've ever had to change a six-year-old's
    diapers before," Irene said.
    	"Not six, but I have changed a four-year-old's diapers," I said,
    referring to Derek's brother Steven.
    	"I've also changed a seven-year-old's diaper," I continued. At
    this point I couldn't stop myself as I got on a roll. "I've also
    changed a nine-year-old's diaper, a ten-year-old's diaper, an eleven-
    year-old's diaper, and a twelve-year-old's diaper!"
    	Megan gave me this look that suggested, "What did I tell you,
    Chris?"
    	"Wow, how do you know so many older kids who wear diapers?" Irene
    asked me.
    	I looked over at Megan, who said, "you might as well tell her
    now." With this, I decided to tell Irene that I wear diapers, too. I
    lifted my shirt, too, but I was more modest about it for Irene's sake
    and I didn't make a big show of it like I usually did.
    	"Oh my goodness!" she said as she glanced at my obvious diaper,
    still in a soft voice, though. "I didn't know there were so many older
    kids who wear diapers."
    	"Yeah, because I wear them, I know a lot of other kids who wear
    them, too," I said. "They're all boys, too."
    	"Well, being a boy I would imagine that you would probably get to
    know more boys than girls your age who wear diapers. I think you'll do
    fine with Cody and Jordan, now that I know you wear diapers, too."
    	"So why do Cody and Jordan wear diapers?" I asked Irene.
    	"I really don't know," Irene said. "I didn't ask why. Their mom
    just told me that they wear diapers and will always wear them."
    	"Are they being punished, or...?"
    	"I don't know," Irene answered again. "They don't seem to mind
    it, though."
    	"That's good," I said, holding back what I really wanted to say.
    	"I should also tell you that they use their diapers for, well,
    you know, number two, as well as number one," Irene said as she
    blushed, cringing as she had to resort to such euphemisms to tell me
    that the boys both shit in their diapers as well as piss in them.
    	"I can handle that," I said. "All the boys I know use their
    diapers for everything. I'm the same way."
    	"I'm sorry to hear that," Irene said in a sympathetic voice. "It
    must be awful having to wear diapers all the time."
    	"It doesn't bother me," I said, using all the restraint I had to
    keep from telling Irene how much I actually loved wearing diapers.
    Since she wouldn't have been receptive to this I had no incentive to
    tell her how much of a diaper boy I really am.
    	"Then I think I will go ahead and call their mom and tell her
    that I may have found someone," Irene said. She then picked up the
    phone and talked to the boys' mother.
    	"Hello, Mrs. Ketchum... Yes, I've met him... yes, a boy... he's
    here right now with my friend Megan... his name's Chris... yeah, he
    has... uh huh... yeah... he knows that... that won't be a problem, I
    can assure you... yes...I think he will be perfect for your boys... he
    just needs to talk to his mother about it... let me ask him."
    	"Can you stay around until Mrs. Ketchum gets home?" Irene asked
    me. "She wants to meet you first."
    	"I dunno, what time will she get home?"
    	"About 6:15, 6:30," Irene said.
    	"Let me call my Mom and let her know where I'm at," I said. "If I
    can't today, I'll see if I can come by tomorrow."
    	"Can I call you back, Mrs. Ketchum?... okay, thanks, bye."
    	I then picked up the phone and tried to reach Mom at work, but
    she wasn't available.
    	"Damn," I muttered as I hung up the phone. I then remembered that
    Irene was there and sheepishly said, "oh, excuse me, I mean 'darn',
    sorry."
    	Irene didn't say anything but she seemed to acknowledge my
    sensitivity to her feelings about even mild swearing. I then called my
    house and talked to Cindy.
    	"Where are you at?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Well, let's see, I'm at the house of two boys who are being
    babysat by one of Megan's friends," I explained.
    	"Huh?" Cindy said as she didn't catch what I told her. "I thought
    you might have been at Tony's or Jay's or Luke's and Nathan's or
    Aaron's or-- shit, I can hardly keep track of all your diaper-butt
    buddies anymore."
    	"Well, I might be adding two more to the list," I said.
    	"What do you mean?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Look, just tell Mom that I won't be home until maybe 6:30 or so,
    that is, if I can get a ride."
    	"Ride? Where are you?" Cindy asked me. I told her that I was down
    the street a few blocks from Megan's house.
    	"Mom's gonna want you home for dinner, you know," Cindy said.
    "Did you think about maybe calling her at work and having her pick you
    up?"
    	"She was busy, so I thought I'd let you know in case I didn't get
    a hold of her before she leaves."
    	"Okay," Cindy said. I then hung up the phone, sighing in disgust
    that I had accomplished nothing. I decided to try back and see if my
    mom was available and this time she was. I explained to her where I was
    and what I was doing.
    	"We'll talk about it, I'm busy right now," Mom said.
    	"Can you pick me up at about 6:30 or so?" I asked Mom. "Maybe you
    can talk to the boys' mom then."
    	Mom agreed that this would be the best arrangement. Irene called
    Mrs. Ketchum back and explained what we were doing.
    	"Okay, well, we still have about an hour and a half or so to
    kill," I said. "What do you guys wanna do?"
    	"Not much to do around here, unless you want to go play with the
    boys in their room," Irene said.
    	"Fine with me," I said. "What do they like to do?"
    	"Color, play with their cars, Legos, Tinker Toys, they have lots
    of toys."
    	"Sounds fun to me," I said. "I've played with all those before."
    	"Then you will get along with them just fine," Irene said to me.
    	"Well, what about us?" Megan said. "There's not much for us girls
    to do around here."
    	"No, there isn't," Irene said.
    	"Hey, let's all go to my house and then come back by the time
    your mom gets home," Megan suggested. Irene agreed this would be a good
    idea.
    	"I need a break from my homework anyway," Irene said as she
    gathered up her notes and books and put them in her bag. It didn't
    surprise me that her book bag had the Bible verse John 3:16 embroidered
    onto the side. She then went to the boys' room and told them that we
    were going to Megan's house.
    	"Awww, we wanna stay!" I heard one of them whine.
    	"Yeah, there's probably nothing to do there since it's a GIRL's
    house!" the other one said.
    	"I have a nine-year-old brother!" Megan shouted. "He's got plenty
    of stuff for boys to play with!"
    	"Come on, Cody, Jordan," Irene told the boys. When they came out
    of the room she asked them if they needed their diapers changed.
    	"Mine's okay," Jordan said.
    	"I'm wet," Cody told her.
    	"How wet?" Irene asked him.
    	"I dunno, just wet, I guess," Cody said as his dark eyes peered
    up to Irene's face. He then asked her to bend down so he could whisper
    something into her ear.
    	"Yes, Cody, he already knows," Irene answered his question, which
    I quickly figured out what it was. "He's probably going to be your
    babysitter from now on, so he would have had to know about it anyway."
    	Before the boys left the room, Irene said, "Maybe you boys better
    take some diapers with you just in case," Irene told them. I then went
    to the bedroom so I could see what kind of diapers the boys wore. They
    each went to their dressers on opposite sides of the room and they
    grabbed one disposable diaper each. They looked pretty thick, but I
    could tell they weren't Thickies.
    	"Mind if I look at that?" I asked Jordan, who said "sure" and
    then handed me his diaper.
    	"Pretty nice diaper," I said as I unfolded it and examined it
    closely. "You want me to carry it for you?" I asked them.
    	"Sure, if you want," Jordan said. Cody then handed me his diaper,
    too. I couldn't resist examining it and feeling it in my hands, knowing
    that this thick diaper would soon be going on a six-year-old boy's
    bottom.
    	"Do you like diapers?" Cody asked me as he could tell that I
    enjoyed handling his diaper.
    	"Oh yeah, I do," I said.
    	"Do you wear diapers like we do?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Sure do," I said as I lifted my shirt and showed the boys my
    big, high diaper.
    	"Hey! He wears diapers, too!" Jordan shouted. "Mom was right!"
    	"We aren't the only big kids who wear diapers!" Cody said.
    	"You might be surprised how many big kids wear diapers," I said.
    "I know a lot of boys who wear diapers."
    	"See Irene, I told you I'd get you the perfect replacement for
    you," Megan said.
    	"Okay, let's get going," Irene said. We then left the boys' house
    and walked up the street. I volunteered to carry the spare diapers and
    the tub of wipes. On the way back to Megan's house Irene turned the
    corner and went down a couple houses, explaining that she wanted to
    drop her bag off first. We then went back to Megan's house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 137
    ----------------------------

    	When we walked in Megan's brother Bobby was back upstairs from
    the basement. He was lounging on the couch with his shirt off, watching
    a heavy metal video that was playing on MTV.
    	"Oh great," he said. "Just as the air finally gets breathable up
    here again you bring diaper-boy back!"
    	"Bobby, please," Megan told him with an impatient sigh.
    	"What?" he said. "You telling me you *like* the smell of his
    shit?"
    	"Bobby, I have Irene here!" Megan yelled at her older brother,
    giving him a stern look. "Now change the channel, and get a shirt on,
    would you?"
    	"All right," Bobby groaned as he got up from the couch and turned
    the TV off. He then slammed the remote control down on the coffee table
    and then went into his bedroom, saying, "It's probably gonna start to
    stink out here again, anyway."
    	"Sorry," Megan sheepishly apologized to Irene. "That's why I
    don't have you come over here very much."
    	Irene just looked at Megan and said, "don't worry about it, I'll
    forgive your brother in my prayers."
    	"Like you do every time," Megan said. Irene just nodded ever so
    saintly.
    	"Chris, I think Scott's home from practice now and he's out back
    playing in his dirt pile," Megan said. "Maybe you can take the two boys
    out there with you and you can all play together. It will give you a
    chance to get to know the boys first."
    	"Cody, Jordan, go with Chris," Irene told the twin boys. They did
    as they were told and they followed me out to the back yard of Megan's
    house. As I went out to the back yard I looked at the patio swing as
    well as the place in the back yard where I was reminded of what Megan
    did to me just a little while ago. I set the two diapers and the small
    tub of wipes down on the swing and then we joined Scott who was playing
    in his dirt pit in the opposite corner of the yard. He saw us
    approaching in the corner of his eye and then he looked at me.
    	"Hi," he said.
    	"Hi there," I told him back.
    	"What are you doing here?" he asked me as if he didn't really
    want me to be there.
    	"I'm here with Megan," I replied.
    	"I figured that," he said back.
    	"She's here with Irene, so we decided to come play with you. You
    don't mind, do you?"
    	"Nah, you can play if you want, I guess," he said, although he
    wasn't too enthusiastic about our sudden intrusion.
    	"Who are these guys?" Scott asked.
    	"Cody and Jordan," I said as I pointed to each of them. "I'm
    going to be babysitting them."
    	Cody and Jordan started pushing Tonka trucks around in the
    opposite corner of the dirt pit while I knelt down next to Scott. Scott
    wasn't saying much to me and I had a feeling that he might have been
    upset about Megan putting one of my diapers in his underwear drawer.
    	"Sorry about the diaper thing," I said to Scott.
    	"It's all right," he said as he idly dug a trench through the
    dirt.
    	"What are you digging?" I asked Scott.
    	"Dirt," he said sullenly.
    	"I mean, is it a road, a river, or what?"
    	"I think it's gonna be a road," Scott said before he went back to
    digging his little trench.
    	This did little to break the silence. All I could think about was
    asking Scott if he would have worn the diaper had I given it to him
    myself, that is, if I had given it to him directly without having Megan
    stash it in his drawer.
    	"So, how's school been for you?" I asked, again attempting to
    make some kind of meaningful conversation.
    	"All right," he said. He continued to scoop away more dirt
    without saying much more. I just knelt down and watched him while I
    thought about bringing up the topic of diapers with him without him
    getting upset. While thinking about this I stared at his crotch
    imagining what he would look like in diapers. I could see through the
    legband of his shorts and I could tell that he was wearing white
    underwear.
    	"Do you have any friends at school?" I asked him.
    	"A couple," he said. I thought I would try to steer the
    conversation towards diapers now that I had a lead to go off of.
    	"Do you guys have sleepovers together?" came my next question.
    	"Sometimes," Scott answered.
    	"What do you guys all wear to bed?"
    	"Kevin wears boxers and Dennis wears pajamas, but he takes the
    bottoms off in the summer."
    	Finally, Scott spoke a complete sentence. Now I was getting
    somewhere.
    	"What kind of underwear does Dennis wear?" I asked.
    	"Just regular underwear," Scott said.
    	"You mean white?"
    	"Yeah."
    	"How many pairs does he wear?"
    	"Just one," he said.
    	"Well, because, if you put a whole bunch of them on at once you
    can make a diaper out of it," I suggested to Scott. I was getting a
    hard-on thinking about what Scott would look like wearing his underwear
    in multiples.
    	"Have you ever tried doing that?"
    	"No," he replied.
    	"You should try it sometime, it feels good. You don't even have
    to pee or poop in them, just wear them, you know."
    	"I don't do that sort of thing," Scott said defensively.
    	"Do you know anyone at school who wears diapers?"
    	"A couple kids, but they get teased a lot for it because they
    smell all the time."
    	"That's too bad," I said.
    	"They're weird, too, all they ever talk about is diapers, nobody
    wants to be friends with them."
    	"Sounds about like me," I said. "But I have lots of friends who
    all wear diapers, too. Tell those two kids at school they're welcome to
    join my diaper club if they want."
    	"Is that all you ever think about is diapers?" Scott asked me.
    	"Much of the time, yeah," I said. "Sorry, I just was wondering
    if, well, if I had given you that diaper instead of Megan, if you would
    have tried wearing it."
    	"No way!" Scott replied. At this point I had pretty much written
    off any hopes of getting Scott to try wearing a diaper, but I wasn't
    quite ready to give up.
    	"Is it just because you're afraid of Megan finding out?"
    	"Forget it, you're weird, too," Scott said as he threw down the
    little shovel he was using to dig his trench. He got up and went back
    into the house to get away from me. At this point I realized that I had
    been neglecting my charges and was not setting much of an example for
    being a good babysitter. I saw Cody and Jordan across the yard playing
    with the hose, having turned the water on. I got up and ran over to the
    boys to see if they were okay. By the time I got to them they had
    gotten each other wet.
    	"Hey guys, put the hose away," I said as I gently went up to
    them. Cody handed me the hose and I turned it off. I then went back to
    the boys, seeing that their overalls were soaked.
    	"I bet those diapers are wet now, huh?"
    	"Not really," Cody replied.
    	"Mine's still dry," Jordan said.
    	"Mind if I check?" I asked the boys. They were shy at first,
    probably because I was a total stranger to them.
    	"If I'm going to be your babysitter I'll be changing you guys'
    diapers every day, so you might as well get used to it. Besides, I'm a
    boy just like you two."
    	The boys seemed to be okay with having me take their overalls
    down and examining their diapers. As I revealed Cody's diapered bottom
    I stopped to take admire how adorable he looked without his pants on.
    Cody's diaper was quite wet, not just from his own pee but from the
    water play.
    	"You look like you're due for a change, but I'd better ask Irene
    to change you since she's still in charge of you guys," I said as I
    reluctantly re-fastened the little blonde boy's overalls. He looked
    cuter in just his diaper and his red shirt. Next I checked Jordan. His
    diaper was wet from pee, but didn't appear to take any additional
    soaking from the water.
    	"Let's go play in the dirt, Jordan!" Cody shouted as he ran back
    over to the dirt pile. I was still busy putting Jordan's overalls back
    on. As soon as I was finished Jordan ran back over to the dirt pile.
    The two boys started pushing cars and trucks through the trenches that
    Scott had dug. Since their overalls were wet, the dirt clung to the
    denim fabric. It was wet enough to turn the dirt into mud.
    	"Uh oh, you boys are getting your clothes dirty," I said.
    	"We're BOYS!" Cody shouted with a smile. "Boys are 'sposed to get
    DIRTY!"
    	"I won't argue with you there," I said. I joined the boys and
    started playing with the cars and trucks. While I was on my hands and
    knees Jordan shouted, "your DIAPER's showing!"
    	"It is?" I said, pretending that I didn't know. "Gee, it's always
    doing that. I then pretended to try pulling my pants up some more,
    knowing that they were up as far as they would go.
    	"Uh oh, I can't pull my pants up any more!" I shouted playfully.
    "I guess I'm gonna have to let my diaper show!"
    	Cody and Jordan started laughing.
    	"If you didn't have those overalls on your diapers would probably
    show, too, huh?" I said.
    	We continued playing some more. Cody went up behind me and
    dropped a handful of dirt down the back of my pants. My diaper was up
    high and tight enough that no dirt went down inside it.
    	"Ha ha!" he shouted. "You pooped your pants!" he said, referring
    to the dirt as "poop."
    	"I only poop my diapers," I said. "My pants don't get poop in
    them, and I don't wear pants very often, I might add."
    	As I continued playing, the dirt had trickled down to the seat
    and down into the legs of my pants. This was getting uncomfortable, so
    I stood up and took my pants off. While doing this Cody and Jordan were
    watching.
    	"Why are you taking your pants off?" Cody asked me.
    	"Because you put dirt in them, silly!" I said. I turned my pants
    upside down and shook them to get all the dirt out. While doing this,
    Jordan said, "boy, you sure wear BIG diapers!"
    	"You wanna see how big they are?" I said as I stood before them
    and lifted my shirt. I then turned around to let them see my diapered
    butt.
    	"Now is that a big diaper, or what?" I said as I proudly showed
    off my Thickies to the two curious little boys.
    	"This is nothing," I added. "You should see me in my cloth
    diapers!"
    	"You wear cloth diapers, too?" Cody asked.
    	"Yeah, but I have to wear them at home, because they come out to
    *here* on me and I can't wear any pants over them." I held my hands a
    couple inches out from my butt to demonstrate how thick my cloth
    diapers are.
    	"Whoa!" Jordan said.
    	"Maybe I can bring over some of my photo albums and show you guys
    what I look like in them," I said.
    	I had been standing there in just my diaper for several minutes
    and decided to just leave my pants off. I hopped back into the dirt pit
    wearing just my diaper and my shirt. The two boys thought it was funny
    that I was in just my diaper. I had fun crawling around in the dirt
    letting my diapered butt stick up in the air where Cody and Jordan
    could enjoy it, assuming they liked looking at boys' diapered butts as
    much as I did. A couple minutes later I heard a messy bowel movement
    discharge from one of the boys.
    	"Someone just pooped his diaper!" I said.
    	"I did it!" Jordan proudly confessed.
    	"How's your diaper doing, Cody?" I asked him.
    	"I just peed again!" he chuckled. It was so great to see these
    boys enjoy their diapers so much. I couldn't wait to find out why they
    were in diapers.
    	"Maybe I'd better go get Irene and let her know," I said as I got
    out of the dirt pile. I walked over to my pants and picked them up.
    Before I put them on Megan and Irene came out to the back yard. While
    Megan wouldn't have minded seeing me in just my diaper I figured she
    was probably embarrassed because Irene was there.
    	"What did you take your pants off for?" Megan asked me.
    	"I got dirt in them," I explained. Irene stayed up on the patio
    while Megan came out to me.
    	"You'd better put your pants on while Irene's here," Megan said.
    	"I know," I said. While I was stepping back into my pants I told
    Megan how much the boys were getting to like me.
    	"That's good," Megan said. "How are the boys doing?"
    	"They're fine, but they need to be changed," I said.
    	"In more ways than one, I see," Megan replied as she took note of
    how dirty the boys had gotten.
    	"Boys, we're leaving, better come now," Megan said to Cody and
    Jordan.
    	"Are we gonna get our diapers changed?" Cody asked.
    	"If Chris says you guys need it, then yeah, you probably do."
    	"The boys need to be changed, well, Cody and Jordan, that is,"
    Megan said to Irene.
    	"You mind if I change of them?" I asked Irene.
    	"Sure," she said. "In fact, they might as well get used to you
    changing them."
    	"Can I change the other one?" Megan asked Irene, who didn't mind
    letting Megan have the honors.
    	"I'll change Jordan since he's all poopy," I said.
    	"Me, too!" Cody said. "I just pooped in my diaper!" he giggled.
    	"That's okay, this girl has wiped plenty of poopy boys' butts
    before," Megan said, and I knew just what she meant by this remark when
    she looked at me and gave me a quick wink.
    	"Mind if we change you boys out here?" Megan asked.
    	"Go ahead," Jordan said. Megan and I had the boys lie down side
    by side on the patio. They kicked off their shoes and then we each
    stripped off their overalls and set them behind us. Irene looked at how
    dirty their overalls had become.
    	"Oh boy, looks like we got some laundry to do when we get back,"
    Irene said. "I hope those weren't your best clothes."
    	"Mom got them before school started," Cody said.
    	"Yeah, they're brand new," Jordan replied. "Mom got them for us
    so that our diapers wouldn't show."
    	"I just hope your mom won't get mad," Irene said.
    	"If their mom knows boys, she should expect it," I said to Irene.
    	"Yeah, probably so," Irene said. "I only have two sisters, so I
    really wouldn't know."
    	"Looks like I get to change you, Cody!" Megan said
    enthusiastically. Cody gave her an embarrassed smile, as if he wanted
    her to change him but at the same time didn't want her to change him.
    	"Now come on, I have seen plenty of naked little boys and have
    changed their diapers before," Megan said.
    	"And you've seen some not-so-little boys and changed their
    diapers before, too," I thought to myself. Both Cody and Jordan were
    very cute boys indeed, but I thought Cody had a little more charm and I
    really wanted to change him. I figured if my Mom let me babysit the
    twins I'd have plenty more chances to change Cody's diapers.
    	Jordan smiled as I removed his diaper and said, "wow, you sure
    did a number in this one, a number two, that is!"
    	He giggled and smiled to this remark. He continued to smile as I
    wiped his bottom and his little scrotum clean, making his little penis
    stand up. He smiled as he looked at how his dick responded to such
    stimulus.
    	Cody seemed to enjoy having Megan change his diaper, too and
    didn't mind that Megan, a girl, of course, was changing him. He was
    giggling and smiling as Megan give him plenty of attention and keeping
    his erection up, as much as she could appropriately do for a six-year-
    old boy. I had a feeling these boys just had an unfavorable impression
    of Irene and thought that all girls were like her, which would explain
    why they would want a boy to change them. I can only imagine how boring
    the boys must have thought Irene was.
    	"Aren't you supposed to powder us?" Jordan said.
    	"Oops, looks like we forgot to bring it, and I don't have any in
    my bag. You guys can probably handle a powderless diaper just once, I'm
    sure," I said.
    	Next came the diapers, which were still sitting on the patio
    swing. Irene handed them to Megan and I and we each proceeded to diaper
    the boys. I was slowed down somewhat by watching Megan diaper another
    boy. I imagined Cody being me as I savored this image in my mind.
    	"Come on, Chris," Megan said as she noticed that I was still busy
    getting the tapes fastened on Jordan's diaper.
    	"Sorry, just got a little distracted," I said.
    	"Distracted by what?" Megan asked me.
    	"I'll tell you later," I said to her as I finished diapering
    Jordan.
    	"Well boys, if you were sticking around I'd wash these overalls
    for you," Megan said as she picked up the dirty garments. "But we have
    to get you guys back home."
    	The boys each put their overalls back on and then their shoes.
    Since we were all outside and the boys were already dirty we decided to
    just go through the gate and go out to the front instead of walk
    through the house.
    	We got back to Cody's and Jordan's house a few minutes before
    their mother came home. Irene told the boys to go over by the washing
    machine and take their overalls and their shirts off. From the kitchen
    I watched as the two boys stripped off their overalls once again. Irene
    then went in to put their clothes in the washing machine.
    	"Now you boys find something to wear while these are washing,"
    Irene said. If I had it my way I would have told them to just stay in
    their diapers, but they were still under Irene's command. The boys came
    out of their bedroom a few minutes later each wearing their shorts and
    white T-shirts. I could see their diapers bulging through the seats of
    their shorts.
    	Cody's and Jordan's mother came home at this time. Irene
    immediately introduced me to Mrs. Ketchum.
    	"Mrs. Ketchum, this is Chris," she said. The lady, who stood big
    and tall before me, extended her hand. Her handshake was much more firm
    and I couldn't feel the bones as easily.
    	"Pleased to meet you," I said as I looked up at her. She had long
    brunette hair and wide hips.
    	"So, you want to babysit my boys?" she said to me. She made me
    nervous, but I guessed this was just because she was so large.
    	"Yeah, I'd love to," I said, feeling eager to handle their diaper
    changes and to help them have more fun with wearing diapers.
    	"They're a couple of rascals, so be warned," she said with a
    smile. "Have you ever babysat?"
    	"Yeah, sort of," I said. "I've played with the kids next door,
    and they're seven and five."
    	"Okay," she said. "I'm sure Irene told you about my boys wearing
    diapers."
    	"Oh yes, I am well aware of that, ma'am," I said, hoping to
    establish some good rapport with the woman early on.
    	"That's good," she said. "And while I don't intend to embarrass
    you, I have been told that you wear diapers, too."
    	"Yeah, I do," I said.
    	"So changing diapers obviously isn't going to be a problem," Mrs.
    Ketchum said.
    	"Not at all," I said.
    	"Even messy diapers?"
    	"Oh yeah, seen it all, done it all," I said.
    	"You're a godsend!" she exclaimed loudly. Her booming voice
    startled me.
    	"Oh, sorry, dear," she said as she put her hand on my shoulder.
    "Didn't mean to frighten you like that. I'm just glad I finally found
    someone who can take care of my boys after school! Ohh man, let me tell
    you, all last year I had a heck of a time finding someone who was
    willing to babysit my two boys because they wear diapers. These gals
    just couldn't handle it, because the boys were five years old and in
    diapers, I guess, and the boys really didn't like any of them. Some of
    them were older women who kept scolding the boys for not being potty
    trained and some were young girls going to school at night or working
    part time somewhere else, and they couldn't deal with boys their age
    wearing diapers. My boys were in kindergarten last year and as soon as
    they came home I went in to work once the babysitter showed up. Well, I
    had to miss work several times and got fired because my babysitters
    kept quitting on me. One of them I fired myself because my boys were
    always crying when I came home and the babysitter was yelling at them."
    	"Well, I think they like me okay," I said nervously.
    	"You had a chance to play with them?"
    	"Oh yeah," I nodded. At this point she hollered for her boys.
    	"Cody! Jordan! Come here, boys!" she hollered. The two boys
    obediently came running into the living room.
    	"I thought you guys were wearing your overalls," she said, noting
    that they had both changed their clothes.
    	"We got dirty," they said.
    	"They came to my house with us, Mrs. Ketchum," Megan said. "They
    were playing in my brother's dirt pit. Sorry about that."
    	"Ahh, they're boys, what can I say?" Mrs. Ketchum said. It was
    good to know that she didn't get mad over things like this.
    	"I put their clothes in the wash," Irene said.
    	"Thank you," Mrs. Ketchum said to Irene.
    	"Well, let me call my Mom so she can come get me," I said. "May I
    use your phone?"
    	"Right over there," Mrs. Ketchum pointed.
    	I called Mom and she told me that she was going to be a few
    minutes while she prepared dinner.
    	"Give me about twenty to thirty minutes," she said.
    	"Okay, see you then, Mom, bye," I said as I hung up the phone.
    	After I called my Mom Mrs. Ketchum told me what the rules for her
    boys were. Just as she got started, Megan and Irene were getting ready
    to leave.
    	"We're going to take off, Chris, okay?" Megan told me.
    	"That's fine," I said. "See you tomorrow, Megan. Nice meeting
    you, Irene."
    	Since Irene was gone, this gave Mrs. Ketchum a chance to tell me
    her thoughts on Irene.
    	"To tell you the truth, I'm glad you're replacing Irene," she
    said. "I thought she might finally be the right girl to watch my boys
    because she was nice and gentle, but she didn't like dealing with the
    boys' diapers and the boys didn't really like her because she was
    always wanting to read the Bible to them. I'm not against the Bible and
    I'm not an Atheist or anything. I just think she's imposing her
    spiritual beliefs on my boys a little too much."
    	I just nodded as Mrs. Ketchum told me about this.
    	"So, well, it looks like the right girl that I was hoping to find
    turns out to be a boy," she said.
    	"And I'm definitely a boy, I can assure you," I stated.
    	"I don't doubt that at all, dear," Mrs. Ketchum said to me with a
    smile, seeing that I displayed a subtle, but perceptible degree of
    offense by her associating me with the "girls" she had been seeking to
    babysit her boys.
    	"I just meant that I guess I have assumed that all babysitters
    were girls."
    	Mrs. Kethcum then continued reciting the rules for her boys,
    which included only having one can of pop each after school and two
    cookies, though they could have as much milk as they wanted to drink
    and she preferred that they drink milk. They weren't allowed to play
    out front for any reason and that only I was to retrieve any balls or
    other toys that strayed out of the back yard and went out front.
    	"I'll print a copy of these rules out for you and put them on the
    refrigerator," she said. The other rules were less stringent and were
    more or less guidelines for the activities her boys enjoyed.
    	"They like being read to, as long as it's not the Bible or
    something they won't understand," she said. My eyes lit up as I
    immediately thought of reading some diaper stories to them.
    	"You look pretty enthused about that there," Mrs. Ketchum said.
    	"I like reading stories," I said. "What kinds of stories do they
    like?"
    	"Oh, I dunno, just about anything that little boys would like,"
    she said. I figured that being boys, they'd love the diaper stories I
    had in mind for them.
    	"They have lots of books of their own and I take them to the
    library every weekend and let them check out books. They didn't like
    Irene because all she kept reading them was children's Bible stories
    and they didn't like those after awhile, not to offend you if you're
    religious or anything."
    	"Nah, I'm not really religious," I said. "I do believe in God,
    though," I added.
    	"Try to encourage them to play outside and get some activity,
    too," Mrs. Ketchum also told me. "I don't mind if they watch TV,
    especially once it gets colder outside, but I don't want them to become
    career couch potatoes. That's why I won't buy them a Nintendo or any
    other video games."
    	Mrs. Ketchum was a nice woman and I had a good feeling I was
    making a favorable impression on her. She had a tendency to run off at
    the mouth, though. She liked to talk a lot and she rambled on telling
    me about all the things her boys liked to do. While this was going on I
    kept thinking about why her boys were in diapers. When I had a moment
    to break in I asked her about this.
    	"Umm, Mrs. Ketchum, can I ask you two questions?" I asked her.
    	"Sure," she said. "And you can call me Sue, by the way," she
    added.
    	"Do you mind telling me why your boys are in diapers, Sue?" I
    asked her.
    	"I've been waiting for you to ask me that!" she said. "Usually
    that's the first thing people ask when I disclose that my boys wear
    diapers. Well, since you wear diapers, too, I think I can honestly
    answer your questions, Chris. The reason is simple. My boys didn't want
    to be potty trained. I have heard all the horror stories from other
    parents who said how hard their boys were to toilet train and I heard
    about all the fussing that their boys put up. They try to use star
    charts and other silly little incentives to get their kids out of
    diapers. Now, I have twins, so you can just imagine what *that* must be
    like to potty train two boys at the same time. They say boys are harder
    to toilet train and I don't doubt this one bit. Both of my brothers
    were still in diapers when they were four and they put up a fuss. My
    husband and I tried to see if Cody and Jordan would want to use the
    potty but they both said they liked their diapers, so I told them,
    'okay boys, if that's what you want, I won't push it.' So they've been
    in diapers ever since. I have a hard time changing them in public
    bathrooms. I get rude stares from people all the time, so I just tell
    them it's none of their business that my boys are still in diapers. I
    shudder to explain to anyone why my boys are in diapers because people
    will think I'm a bad parent or something."
    	"No, you're a good parent!" I said loudly. "Boy, I sure wish you
    were my Mom! Well, that is, I wish the Mom that I have had been more
    like you. My Mom and Dad made me use the toilet and I wanted to keep
    wearing diapers so badly. I could write a book about my toilet training
    experiences, and someday I just might."
    	"Well, apparently you won that battle," Sue said.
    	"I did when I was eight years old," I said. "I was forced out of
    diapers at four, but I still wanted to wear diapers. About four years
    ago my Mom and Dad decided that they weren't going to put up with it
    anymore, so I've been in diapers since then."
    	"So you like to wear diapers?" she said, almost in a flirtatious
    way. Was this woman coming onto me? I was getting hard. She looked to
    be about thirty, but I still thought she was good-looking, probably
    because she was big like Megan and Aaron's sister Diane.
    	"Oh yeah, I do," I said. "My friend and I even run a diaper club
    for boys who like to wear diapers."
    	I wanted to tell Sue more about the D.B.A. club since her boys
    seemed to be prime candidates for it, but I suddenly stopped myself
    from talking about it any further. I put my hand on my forehead and
    shook my head as I realized that I was talking about all of this to an
    adult woman.
    	"Oh man, I can't believe I'm telling you all this," I said.
    	"It's okay, hon," she said. "There's something else I should
    probably tell you that should put you at ease."
    	"What's that?" I asked. I was hoping she wouldn't tell me that
    she wore diapers, too. Girls of any age didn't belong in diapers as far
    as I was concerned, except for baby girls, whom I felt should be potty
    trained and out of diapers for good before they're three. What a shame
    it was that girls couldn't be born potty-trained, I mused, so that all
    the diapers they used could be manufactured for boys instead. My
    suspicions were close, though, but at least in my favor.
    	"Well, this is a secret just between my husband and I and the
    boys, but my husband likes to wear diapers, too. I wouldn't tell you if
    I didn't think I could trust you to know. He was just like you growing
    up, but because his parents always tried to keep him from wearing
    diapers he was always getting into fights with them. Now he doesn't
    even talk to his parents anymore. I didn't want to see my boys go
    through the same thing, and when they saw that daddy likes to wear
    diapers, they felt that it was okay to wear them, too. So, that means
    the toilet seat always stays down in this house! No pee splatters to
    clean up on the floor, either!"
    	"That's cool that your husband likes to wear diapers," I said.
    	"You'd be surprised how many adults like to wear diapers," she
    said. "He's a member of DPF, it's a group for adults who wear diapers."
    	"Oh yeah, I've heard of them," I said.
    	"You said you and a friend of yours have a diaper club, too?"
    	"Yeah, it's called D.B.A.," I said. "It stands for Diapered Boys
    of America."
    	"Wow, that's wonderful," Sue said.
    	"Yeah, our club is gonna be like DPF, but for kids," I said.
    "We'll have all the stories and stuff. I have to earn enough money to
    pay my $35 monthly dues for the club, which is why I was really excited
    when Megan told me about this babysitting opportunity."
    	"I think we can work out a fair payment for you," Sue said. In
    fact, because I'm confident that you'll be the perfect match for my
    boys, I'm willing to pay you twelve dollars a day, or sixty dollars a
    week. That's more than I offered any of the girls before."
    	"Gee, thanks!" I said. As I quickly ran that number through my
    head and multiplied it by four, this was $240 a month! I was easily
    covered for my dues and then some! $240 a month was a lot of money to a
    twelve-year-old.
    	"What was your other question?" Sue asked me.
    	"Other question?" I inquired.
    	"You said you wanted to ask me two questions."
    	"Oh, that's just a little joke of mine," I started to explain.
    "When people go 'can I ask you a question?', they're already asking me
    a question, so they should say, "can I ask you two questions?'"
    	Sue laughed and thought this was pretty funny. By this time my
    Mom had shown up. Sue greeted my Mom at the door.
    	"Hello," Sue said. "You must be Chris' mom."
    	"I am, Brenda Barrett, nice to meet you."
    	"Sue Ketchum," she introduced herself.
    	"I understand you'd like Chris to babysit your boys for you," my
    Mom told Sue.
    	"Oh yes, we've been talking and Chris seems like a fine young
    man. I'm pretty confident he'll do well with my boys."
    	"How old are they?" my Mom asked.
    	"They're both six; they're twins," Sue said. She then hollered
    for them to come out. Both boys came running, their diapers crinkling
    beneath their tight shorts.
    	"Cody's the blonde one and Jordan's the brown-haired one," Sue
    introduced her two boys.
    	"I see they wear diapers," my Mom said. "Gosh, I didn't think
    there were so many boys who wear diapers. Chris just seems to find more
    and more of them all the time."
    	"He was telling me about his diaper club," Sue said.
    	"Oh yes, he's very involved in that and anything that has to do
    with wearing diapers."
    	I just smiled as I heard Mom say this. She and Sue talked for a
    couple minutes more. I wish I could have told Mom that Sue had a
    tendency to talk at length. At the end of the conversation Mrs. Ketchum
    agreed to run me home every day after she got home from her own work.
    Mom recommended that I ride my bike over every day at least until the
    weather got too cold.
    	"Well, Mrs. Ketchum, I think it's okay for Chris to come over
    after school and watch your boys, just as long as he can keep up on his
    homework."
    	"Okay, great," Mrs. Ketchum said. "My boys come home a little
    after 3:00."
    	"I can be here by then," I said.
    	To break away from Sue gracefully, Mom turned to me and told me
    that we'd better get back home before Dad and the girls eat all of our
    supper.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said to Sue as I left with my Mom.
    	"Nice to have met you, Chris," Sue said as she walked my Mom and
    I to the front door.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 138
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    	On the way home Mom asked me about the boys, so of course I told
    her that they were both in diapers.
    	"I should have known," Mom said. "Either there are just a lot
    more boys who wear diapers than I thought, or you're just finding all
    the ones who live around here."
    	Mom asked me if I felt I could keep up with my schoolwork and
    babysit at the same time.
    	"Of course I can," I said confidently. "Lisa puts in what,
    twenty-five, thirty hours week at the pizza place; babysitting will
    only be about fifteen hours, and I'll be off on weekends, too."
    	"Very well, Chris, I'll give you a chance, but if your grades
    start to suffer, then you may have to reconsider."
    	"My grades will be fine," I insisted, though I was having my
    doubts about Mr. Eastman's class. I didn't expect to do well in that
    class regardless of whether or not I was babysitting.
    	"I'd probably be spending my time with Tony or Derek if I wasn't
    babysitting," I added.
    	"That's true," Mom admitted. A moment later we were home and Mom
    was pulling into the driveway. I grabbed my book/diaper bag and went
    into the house.
    	"Chris, Tony called," Cindy said as Mom and I came through the
    door.
    	"He's probably wondering what Megan invited me over for," I said.
    I headed towards the phone when Mom said, "Chris, dinner's ready. You
    can call Tony when you're finished eating."
    	"Okay," I said. I then started to head back to my room to take my
    pants off when Mom asked me where I was going.
    	"Losing these pants, what else?" I said as I was already undoing
    them and stripping down to my disposable diaper.
    	"Looks like you need to be changed into your cloth diapers,"
    Cindy said, noting that I was still in a disposable diaper and that it
    was very wet.
    	"Wait until after dinner, okay?" Mom said. "He'll be okay until
    then. After all, he is wearing Thickies diapers."
    	I tossed my pants into my bedroom along with my book/diaper bag
    and then I quickly washed my hands before sitting down at the dinner
    table. During dinner Dad talked to me about the babysitting duties that
    I was going to be taking on after school.
    	"Chris, I'm sure your mom talked to you about this on the way
    home, but remember that homework comes first."
    	"Yes, Dad, I know," I sighed, having already heard it from Mom.
    	"We mean it," he said. "Any D's or F's and it's no babysitting,
    and no diaper club, you understand?"
    	"I know," I said, this time sighing and sounding more
    exasperated. I rolled my eyes.
    	"Chris, show your father more respect than that," Mom scolded me.
    	"What? He's nagging me about my stupid grades just like you were
    doing," I sulked. "I've been getting my homework done, okay? I think I
    have a right to express my irritation over this."
    	"Very well, son, you have that right, and you've expressed your
    feelings," my Dad said. "Just show that you respect our wishes that you
    maintain your grades and not let your diaper activities take
    precedence."
    	"Chris, we don't mean to be nagging you," my Mom said. "But
    you're getting more and more involved with your diaper friends and
    you're meeting more of these boys all the time."
    	"You don't think that's a problem, is it?" I asked, feeling
    concerned.
    	"Well, no, as long as you manage your time for other things. I
    mean, before the summer started, it was just you, Tony and Bryce. Now
    it's-- how many?"
    	"Okay, so I've met a lot of boys who wear diapers since then," I
    said. "Derek and Steven moved in next door to us, not like we had any
    control over that. They just happened to want to wear diapers after
    seeing me wear them. Seeing an older boy in diapers can make a big
    impression on boys at that age, you know, so it could have happened to
    anyone who moved in with boys. I met Nathan through summer camp, and
    then his brother Luke, same with Aaron. I mean, the camp was for boys
    who wear diapers, so I was bound to make a few lasting friendships out
    of that. I met Jay and Jimmy at school since we have P.E. together and
    all the diaper boys are in the same class-- well, Jay doesn't really
    count but he's lucky to have been in our class because of what he wears
    for 'diapers.' Anyway, there's more kids in middle school, so I was
    bound to maybe pick up a couple more friends there, and now Megan told
    me about these other two boys that I'm going to babysit because she
    knew I would be just right for them. It's not like I went out to meet
    all these boys myself."
    	"You're entitled to your friends, Chris, and you're certainly
    entitled to enjoy your diapers, not like we'd ever get you away from
    your diapers now," Mom said. "You're just starting to spread yourself
    thin among all of them."
    	"That's why we have the meetings," I said. "Maybe we'll start
    meeting twice a month, or even every Saturday."
    	"So, how many diaper boys does this make now?" Cindy asked me.
    	Once again I had to run through the list and count everyone on my
    fingers: Tony, Jay, Derek, Steven, Bryce, Luke, Nathan, Aaron, Jimmy,
    that made nine, not counting myself. Adding Cody and Jordan to the list
    made it eleven. When I counted up to ten Lisa chimed in and said, "Ahh,
    he ran out of fingers! Cindy, take his diapers off so he can count to
    eleven!"
    	"Lisa!" Mom scolded her. "That's not very lady-like."
    	"Well, I'm not like most ladies," Lisa sassed back. Mom and Dad
    just rolled their eyes and continued eating.
    	"I counted eleven," I said, still holding up all ten fingers,
    plus sticking up my toe.
    	"Chris, eat before your food gets cold," Mom told me.
    	I hurried through dinner since I wanted to call Tony and tell him
    about babysitting Cody and Jordan after school. Cindy had already
    finished eating and she was waiting to change me into my cloth diapers.
    	"You can talk to Tony while I diaper you," Cindy said. She
    grabbed the cordless phone and then led me back to my room. I hopped up
    on my changing table and spread my legs. I then dialed Tony's number.
    While Cindy was busy removing my diaper and wiping my poopy butt I told
    Tony about the two boys.
    	"That's cool," he said. "You sure lucked out on that one."
    	"Yeah, I did," I said. I could tell Tony was jealous that I had
    so quickly found a babysitting job-- and with two six-year-old boys in
    diapers nonetheless-- so I felt that I had to console him somehow.
    	"There's probably lots of after-school babysitting jobs out
    there," I said.
    	"Yeah, maybe," Tony said. "We're going to the store tonight, so
    I'm gonna look at their bulletin board and check it out," Tony said.
    	"Check your newspaper, too," I suggested.
    	"I already did," Tony said glumly. "None of them live around
    here, and besides, I don't think I could get as lucky as you and find a
    boy who wears diapers, unless he's like four or under."
    	"I'll ask Megan tomorrow and see if she can hook you up, maybe
    through her friend Irene."
    	"Thanks," Tony said. I told Tony some more about Cody and Jordan
    and what we did. Meanwhile, Cindy had powdered up my nuts and was
    wrapping me in several thick cloth diapers. She was still diapering me
    by the time I ended my phone call with Tony.
    	"Now Chris, you realize that you're going to be wearing these
    same diapers longer each night since it's not worth changing you again
    in a couple hours before you go to bed."
    	"That's fine," I said. "Perfect excuse to wear them thicker."
    	"I knew you'd say that," Cindy said with a smile. "That's why I'm
    diapering you more heavily right now."
    	After Cindy finished diapering me in my cloth diapers I hopped
    down from the changing table and waddled over to my desk to do my
    homework, which pretty much took the rest of the evening. Upon going to
    bed that night I enjoyed a good jackoff while thinking about how I
    could get Cody and Jordan to enjoy their diapers even more.
    	The next day I was back to school and in English, my first class.
    Everyone was eager to find out how they did on their summer vacation
    papers. I was wondering what Mrs. Steck would think of mine, being that
    it was all about wearing diapers. When she handed me my paper I read
    the grade written at the top. I was pleased to see that I got an A
    minus on it with only few words and punctuation marks circled and
    annotated accordingly. At the end of the paper, however, she wrote a
    little note:

    Chris,

    You write well and you demonstrate a remarkable vocabulary. However, I
    feel that you should consider other topics to write about for future
    assignments. Also, please observe the length guidelines more closely as
    your paper was much longer than what was assigned.

    Mrs. Steck

    	I was glad to see that Mrs. Steck commended me for my writing
    skills, but I took some resentment to her suggestion that I write about
    other things. I did the assignment as it was given-- write about my
    summer vacation. I went to a camp for boys who wear diapers and was
    photographed for diaper advertisements plus helped to establish a
    national organization for boys who wear diapers. If I had left all of
    this out it would have given me very little to write about. I would
    have thought Mrs. Steck would be more impressed with me being chosen to
    appear in diaper advertisements, but she had about thirty-some papers
    to read and likely didn't have the time to think about this.
    	Mrs. Steck proceeded with the day's assignment. Once she was
    finished with the discussion I decided to talk to her about her
    comments. I took my paper with me.
    	"Umm, Mrs. Steck?" I asked nervously.
    	"Yes, Chris, is there something I can help you with?" she asked
    me.
    	"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about my paper," I said.
    	"You have an assignment to do now," she said. "If you want to
    come back during the morning break I'll spend a moment with you."
    	"Thanks," I said as I returned to my seat and worked on the
    assignment until the bell rang. I then went to second period, which was
    mostly uneventful, and then at the break I returned to Mrs. Steck's
    classroom. I had already kept my English notebook out with my paper
    inside of it ready to present it to her.
    	"Mrs. Steck?" I said as I entered her classroom. The break had
    just started so there were no other students in the classroom.
    	"Yes, Chris, please have a seat," she said as she pulled up a
    chair for me. "You wanted to talk to me about your paper?"
    	I was feeling so nervous now as I planted my diaper-padded butt
    on the chair. I didn't know what would I was expecting to accomplish
    from telling Mrs. Steck that I didn't agree with her comments. It's not
    like she marked me off for writing about my diaper adventures over the
    summer. I had an A minus and should have been happy with that. It was
    too late now, so I had to present my case.
    	"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to you about what you wrote at the
    end," I stammered. I turned my paper to the last page.
    	"Do you disagree with what I wrote there?" she asked.
    	"Well, yeah, I do," I said, thinking 'if I didn't why would I
    have asked to you about it?'
    	"I know you probably haven't gotten very many papers like mine,"
    I said.
    	"It was the longest paper I've received for a summer vacation
    story, that's for sure," she said. "Most of the time I have trouble
    getting my students to meet the minimum."
    	"Well, that wasn't what I was disagreeing about," I said. It
    seemed that she was trying to evade the issue, but I had to bring it
    out in the open.
    	"I don't think what I wrote about was too objectionable," I said.
    "I mean yeah, I talked about me and other boys wearing diapers, but I
    tried to make it as clean as possible. What didn't you like about it?"
    	"Well, Chris, even though I felt it was written in good taste--
    although your writing still did get a little vulgar in some areas-- I
    just feel that this is a very personal topic that isn't appropriate for
    a school assignment."
    	"Why do you feel that way?" I asked Mrs. Steck. She paused for a
    moment and then sighed, taking her glasses off.
    	"It isn't any of my business why you wear diapers, Chris, but
    obviously this is a big part of your life."
    	"It is," I said as I cut in. "To tell you the truth, Mrs. Steck,
    if I had taken out all of the stuff that I wrote about diapers I would
    have had very little to write about. I would have been one of those
    kids who couldn't meet the minimum. I did exactly what the assignment
    told me to do, write about my summer vacation."
    	"Do you feel you could have done this assignment without
    mentioning the diapers so much?"
    	"Not really," I said. "Pretty much everything I did last summer
    had to do with me wearing diapers."
    	"I see," she said.
    	"Do you want me redo it?" I asked Mrs. Steck, feeling frustrated.
    	"No, it's too late for that now," she said. "I even gave you a
    high grade for your writing in spite of how I felt about the subject
    matter."
    	"So what was wrong with what I wrote?" I asked.
    	"As a teacher, Chris, I have to be objective and grade students
    on the basis of their writing skills and to identify areas where
    improvement is needed. As for content, well, I just think some more
    discretion should be used when choosing a topic to write about," Mrs.
    Steck said.
    	"So, if say, one of the girls wrote about getting pregnant and
    how she got pregnant, you'd tell her the same thing?"
    	"I probably would, Chris," she said. "I know it's not my place to
    tell my students what they can and can't write about, within reason."
    	"So why did you?" I asked, now sounding more defensive.
    	"I didn't tell you that you couldn't write about what you wrote,"
    Mrs. Steck said. "I'm just advising that you choose a more conventional
    topic next time."
    	"So what would you call 'more conventional?'"
    	"Well, you could have described your activities at the camp
    without having to mention that all of you boys were in diapers," she
    said. "You also could have left out the part about being selected to
    appear in the diaper advertising altogether, and your paper would have
    still been long enough."
    	"So, what if I write about diapers again?" I asked, challenging
    Mrs. Steck to provide an answer for this one. She didn't have an answer
    yet, so I asked her, "Does it bother you personally that I enjoy
    wearing diapers?"
    	"Well, since you did ask me, Chris, I did find it difficult to
    read, but only because I think the topic was too personal. It almost
    looks like it could have come out of a diary."
    	I wasn't about to tell Mrs. Steck that my story did, in fact,
    come from my diary entries from over the summer. I wasn't sure what to
    say.
    	"Chris, I'm not saying that you can't write about your personal
    experiences since some of the writing assignments we will do in this
    class will require that you draw on your own experiences."
    	Mrs. Steck paused and sighed again, apparently bot being prepared
    for having such a discussion with one of her students. I could tell she
    was trying to think of how to tell me what she wanted to tell me. She
    then began to speak again, though her speech was still broken as she
    groped to find the right words to tell me what she had to say.
    	"Chris, I guess the only way I can tell you this, because it is a
    very personal and sensitive topic that you wrote about, is that I think
    you should choose topics that most people are going to understand and
    appreciate, and I really can't define those guidelines in concrete
    terms; you should use your own judgement. I mean, this is a very
    delicate discussion for me to have with one of my students, but, well,
    what am trying to tell you is that some things about ourselves I feel
    should only be kept within our own families and not be brought out into
    the open. Most of what we will write in this class will limit your
    choice of topics, so I don't expect this to be an issue in most cases."
    	I just sat there for a moment looking at my paper, feeling like I
    had accomplished little, other than to let Mrs. Steck know that I felt
    she should be more open in allowing us to write about "less
    conventional" topics. She was probably bored to death reading about
    everybody's trip to Disneyland or the beach or wherever. My story
    should have been a refreshing change, if nothing else.
    	"Did you have any other questions, Chris?" Mrs. Steck asked me
    right as the five-minute warning bell rang.
    	"No, I guess not," I said as I got up from my chair and went to
    my locker. I grabbed my math book and then met with Tony in Mr.
    Reiner's class.
    	"Where were you?" Tony asked me. "We wanted to find out about
    those boys you're gonna be babysitting."
    	"I was talking to Mrs. Steck," I sighed.
    	"What's wrong?" Tony asked. "What did you talk to her about?"
    	"This," I said as I showed Tony the last page of my summer
    vacation paper. Mr. Reiner then came into the classroom.
    	"I'll tell you about it after class," I said as Mr. Reiner told
    everyone to quiet down.
    	After math class let out I showed Tony the note that Mrs. Steck
    wrote.
    	"How lame!" he exclaimed.
    	"Tell me about it," I said. "I think she just didn't like me
    writing about wearing diapers."
    	"Probably not, but what else could you write about?"
    	"Exactly my point," I said. "Can you think of anything we did
    last summer that didn't involve wearing diapers?"
    	"Uhhh, come to think of it, not really," he said. Tony then
    looked at the front of it and saw the A minus grade.
    	"At least she didn't mark you off for what you wrote," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, I just wish she could have understood that hey, it's all I
    had to write about."
    	"So what did she say when you told her this?"
    	"She just said, 'I think some things like that should be left in
    the family and not brought out in the open' or something like that."
    	"I wouldn't worry too much about it," Tony said. "At least she
    likes the way you write."
    	As Tony and I entered the locker room Tony changed the subject
    and asked me if I had seen Megan yet.
    	"Not yet," I said. "Maybe we can find her at lunch."
    	Tony and I stripped down to our diapers and put our gym clothes
    on. Both of us were very wet, but we didn't want to have Mr. Brown
    yelling at us, so we decided to go through class in wet diapers and
    change them when it came time to shower. Because of this we were ready
    to go at the same time as the rest of the boys.
    	"So, you diaper boys decided to join us today," Hugh said as he
    mocked Tony and me for not being present in yesterday's class. How I
    wished I could just deck him in the chops.
    	"Might want to give your shit-butt friend a hand with the
    underpants," Hugh added as he motioned behind him, pointing out that
    Jay was still busy changing his underpants, seeing from the pile on the
    floor that he had soiled them. A moment later Mr. Brown came out of his
    office and blew his whistle, telling us to get out to the field. Even
    though Peter and Jimmy were lagging behind and changing their diapers
    Mr. Brown didn't come down on them. I thought maybe he just didn't like
    Tony and me, but then, he didn't seem to mind that Jay was still
    getting dressed, having just finished pulling up the last pair of his
    underpants before finally getting his shorts on over the massive
    bunches of briefs bulging from his butt. I thought Jay would get yelled
    at for coming out on the field late. Jay even apologized to Mr. Brown
    when he appeared, but Mr. Brown didn't say much, just "just take your
    place, Jay."
    	I thought I was having a dream. Mr. Brown didn't come down on us
    diaper boys like Tony and I had been dreading. He didn't ridicule Tony
    and me for finishing last in the hundred meter sprint. No "those
    diapers are weighing your butts down" remarks. Maybe he was out of
    material, but I had a feeling Mr. Brown got a good talking-to from the
    school board for his treatment. Later on, as we finished out the class
    with a short game of touch football, he kept looking at us, probably
    wanting to yell at Tony, Jay and me for not knowing what to do. He
    looked frustrated, knowing that his job was on the line if he snapped
    at us. We really didn't want to do much running around as it was since
    both Tony and I were overdue for diaper changes, being wet and stinky.
    	While it was nice to not be harassed by Mr. Brown for once, Hugh
    was trying to get us. He threw the football to me and I caught it. I
    just stood there looking stupid.
    	"What do I do with it?" I asked. Everybody was laughing at me,
    regardless of which team they were on. I didn't even know which team I
    was on or who my teammates were.
    	"Throw it here, diaper boy!" Brent Wilkinson said. Before I did
    throw him the ball, Russ Atkins, another football jock-asshole and Mr.
    Brown-noser, swiped it from my hands.
    	"Now look what you did, piss-pants!" Hugh shouted at me.
    Throughout the rest of the game Hugh, Brent and Russ continued to throw
    the football at either me, Tony or Jay, just to laugh at us when we
    didn't know what to do. After awhile we just gave up and threw the ball
    to whomever.
    	"Dumbshit, he's not even on your team!" Russ yelled to Jay as he
    tossed the ball to an opposing team member.
    	"You don't even know how to throw a football, Christ!" Hugh said
    as Jay merely tossed the ball. I looked over at Mr. Brown, who could
    sense our need for intervention, but instead he just stood there and
    watched with delight as three of his ass-kissers tormented the three of
    us. It seemed that Mr. Brown had now delegated his harassment to his
    biggest, toughest and strongest students.
    	It felt good to get back to the locker room and get changed out
    of our messy, smelly diapers. Since we were going to the shower anyway
    Tony and I didn't bother to wipe our poopy butts. We just wrapped our
    towels around us and stepped into the shower. The kids nearby were
    grossed out when they watched Tony and I spread our butt cheeks and
    spray the poop off of our butts. We left a puddle of brown water in our
    wake as we left the shower.
    	"Thanks for stinking up the shower," one kid said as he was
    repulsed by the smell we left behind. On the way back to our lockers we
    saw Jay still taking off his underpants. I could tell from the
    additional thickness in the butt that he was coming to school in his
    newly made quadruple seaters again.
    	Back at our lockers, Tony and I put each other's diapers on. We
    didn't have much room to do this, so we had to put each other's diapers
    on while standing up. I stood naked before Tony as I wrapped my diaper
    around him. I tried not to have a hard-on, but it was impossible to
    diaper Tony without also getting hard over it. At least the boys on our
    row understood this inevitable reaction that comes from diapering as
    well as being diapered. At least Tony's hard-on was covered up by his
    diaper when he diapered me, but even through his Thickies his erection
    formed a visible tent. We were among the last to finish getting dressed
    because of our diaper changes, but Mr. Brown left us alone. We went
    back to Jay and watched him put his underpants back on, each of us
    maintaining our erections while we watched. At this point the bell
    rang.
    	"We'll see you at lunch, Jay," I said to him as Tony and I took
    off for our fifth period classes.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 139
    ----------------------------

    	While sitting there in Mr. Eastman's incredibly boring Reading
    class I was thinking about what Mom and Dad said about my grades. This
    was the only class I was really concerned about, well maybe Social
    Studies, too; that class was kind of a drag as well. For the sake od
    retaining my babysitting and diaper-club privileges I vowed today and
    every day hereafter to remain attentive and read the stories in Mr.
    Eastman's class no matter how dull they might be. I tried as hard as I
    could to keep with the story, but about twenty-five minutes into the
    class my mind was wandering and I just couldn't force myself to read
    the story any further, which I thought was even worse than the last
    one.
    	Unable to withstand the boredom any longer, I pulled out my
    "Boredom Book" and began doodling in it. I started out with just some
    random geometric patterns, but then after it seemed like Mr. Eastman
    was occupied with his own work I started drawing more diaper scenes. I
    drew a picture of four boys in diapers standing around a fire holding a
    book-burning session, with all of them being toilet training books,
    into the fire. I must have become too absorbed in my drawing as I
    didn't even know that Mr. Eastman had come up to me.
    	"Ahem," he said as he moved my hands out of his way and then took
    the liberty of pulling the page out of my notebook.
    	"There will be no more of this going on in my class, Mr.
    Barrett," Mr. Eastman said as he showed the drawing to me, now in his
    possession.
    	"You are to only do as you have been assigned," he said sternly
    as he walked back up to his desk with my drawing. I thought he might
    post it behind his desk for all to see like he did last time he
    confiscated a drawing from me, but instead he placed it in one of his
    stacking trays on his desk. I don't know what he planned to do with it.
    Most teachers would have ripped it up and then thrown it away.
    	I was glad when lunch time came around. I met up with Tony and
    the other boys and told them about my latest little brush with Mr.
    Eastman. I then told the group about my new babysitting job. Everyone
    was happy for me, even Tony, but I could tell he was still jealous.
    	"Let's see if we can try and find Megan," I said. Tony, Jay and I
    hurried through our lunch and then parted ways with Luke and Bryce. We
    caught up with Megan on the other side of the cafeteria.
    	"Got room for three more?" I asked Megan.
    	"Depends on how big of diapers you're wearing today," she said.
    Her friends, whom I didn't recognize, all laughed, knowing that we were
    part of the "diaper clique."
    	We each took our seats and Megan asked us how we were, just a
    little small-talk at first.
    	"We wanted to ask you if you knew of any other babysitting jobs,"
    I asked Megan.
    	"Oh?" Megan said. "Two boys not enough for you?"
    	"Tony wants to do it, too," I said.
    	"Well... I don't really know for sure," Megan said after thinking
    for a moment. "You guys know anyone who needs a babysitter?" she asked
    her friends.
    	"My brother," one of girls sighed with exasperation.
    	"You serious?" Tony asked, getting his hopes up.
    	"I wish," she said. "I'm so tired of looking after that little
    brat."
    	"I'll watch him for you," Tony offered.
    	"I'm just kidding, sorry," the girl said.
    	"I don't know, guys, I really don't," Megan said.
    	"Does Irene know anyone from her church who needs a babysitter?"
    	"Yeah, but if they come from her church, they probably wouldn't
    want to do all the fun things that you guys like to do," Megan said.
    	"Okay, well, thanks anyway," we said as we got up from their
    table and went on our way.
    	"Did you look at the bulletin board last night?" I asked Tony.
    	"Yeah, someone needs a sitter for a three-year-old girl," Tony
    said. "I don't want to babysit a girl!"
    	"I don't blame you," I said to Tony. "But if it means money,
    hey."
    	"I just hope she's potty trained if I do take it," Tony said.
    	"Being three, there's a good chance she is. If she's not, you can
    still work with her on using the potty," I said. "Just because you
    don't use a toilet yourself doesn't mean you can't teach someone else
    to use it."
    	"Yeah, you're right," Tony said. "If you don't see anything else
    I might call on it."
    	"I'd hold off and do some more looking," I said. "I mean, you
    want to babysit a boy, since we're boys and we know what boys like to
    do. You don't want to get stuck playing with dolls and shit, do you?"
    	"Hell no," Tony said. "That's why I want to find a boy to
    babysit, preferably one who's four or older and still in diapers."
    	"And if he's not in diapers anymore, who's to say you can't
    entice him to wear them again, if you know what I mean?" I suggested
    with a somewhat fiendish chuckle.
    	"Well, that might get me in trouble," Tony said. "You've been
    damn lucky so far yourself, Chris."
    	"I know, "I said. I then turned to Jay and asked him if he
    thought about doing any work after school.
    	"If I can get my Mom to let me do it, maybe," Jay said. "I don't
    think I'd make a very good babysitter."
    	"Why do you say that?" I asked him.
    	"I just haven't been around little kids that much, other than the
    ones I see at the meetings," he said. "Maybe I'll rake leaves this
    fall."
    	"Okay," I said. "I'll keep looking, and if you change your mind,
    just let us know."
    	Sixth period arrived and I took my seat next to Megan. Ms. Watson
    gave us several worksheets to do, so this didn't give Megan and I much
    of a chance to talk or exchange notes. I reminded her to ask Irene
    about any other babysitting jobs.
    	"I will, don't get your didees in a knot," Megan said with a
    smile.
    	"With the ones I wear at home, that would be very hard to do," I
    said.
    	"I know, I've seen how thick they are," Megan reminded me,
    knowing I enjoyed it when she talked about having seen me in my cloth
    diapers.
    	After class let out I was in need of a diaper change since it
    seemed that today's lunch stimulated my digestive system to push out
    the poop that had already been processed in me. Megan offered to change
    me, but of course I knew she was kidding, and only because there was no
    place private enough within the school for members of both sexes to go
    to.
    	"See you on the bus after school," I said to Megan as she and I
    parted ways. As usual, she blew me a kiss. I then headed for the
    nurse's office to have her take care of the poopy mess I was packing
    around in my diaper.
    	Seventh period arrived at last. I showed Mr. Williams my tardy
    pass and of course everyone knew why I was late.
    	"Chris got his diaper changed, Chris got his diaper changed!"
    Paul chanted.
    	"Be glad that he did," Mike added. "Better than sitting through
    class having to smell his dirty diapers!"
    	"Guys, stop it now!" Mr. Williams sternly warned his most
    bothersome group of students, Paul, Mike and Joe.
    	Today's exercise was to take a full-page picture out of a
    magazine and redraw it. We were to draw a grid with one-inch squares on
    the page and then copy the detail of the image one square at a time to
    a piece of paper with the same size of grid drawn onto it. This sounded
    pretty fun and easy to do. Mr. Williams spread out onto the counter a
    large collection of magazines for us to choose from. I just hoped there
    would be some Parents, Child or other magazines with lots of diaper ads
    in them. Mr. Williams gave us five minutes to sift through the
    selection and said we could take two magazines each.
    	"You got any Playboy?" Paul asked.
    	"Playboy sucks, how about Hustler?" Mike added.
    	"How would *you* know what those magazines are?" Joe kidded with
    his two equally obnoxious friends.
    	"Guys, stop it," Mr. Williams ordered the three boys.
    	"I suppose the Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated would be
    too much to ask?" Mike spoke.
    	"Yes, it would be," Mr. Williams said, biting his tongue the best
    he could. "You might find what you're after in one of the travel
    magazines, though," Mr. Williams suggested snidely.
    	Angela and I both went up to the counter. Looking through the
    selection, there was Popular Mechanics, Time, Newsweek, Sports
    Illustrated (no Swimsuit Edition, though, not that I would have taken
    it anyway) People, Omni, Rolling Stone, and lots of others. There were
    also women's magazines, which I wanted because of the diaper ads being
    in them. I knew the kids would laugh at me when I reached for a copy of
    Parents.
    	"Parents?!" Joe said loudly as he watched me grab it. "Figures!"
    	"At least I got one that *I* wanted!" I said back to Joe with a
    smile. He proceeded to mimic me in a mocking voice and with exaggerated
    facial expressions; I just ignored him. There was another Parents
    magazine, so I decided to grab it, too. Angela picked up a copy of
    Seventeen and a copy of People.
    	I went through the first of my two Parents magazines and looked
    for diaper ads. The first one was okay. It was a boy, but most of the
    layout was dead space. I continued to look for an ad that I could draw.
    The next diaper ad had two girls in it, so I passed on it. I came
    across a couple more that I earmarked for reference. I then went to the
    next Parents magazine. After rejecting the first two ads I found just
    the one that I was looking for. It showed a boy who had to have been
    three years old giving us a nice view of his diapered behind. Next to
    him was another boy also about three, showing off his diapers from the
    front.
    	"Perfect!" I exclaimed as I proceeded to cut out the picture that
    I wanted to do.
    	"What did you find?" Angela asked me. I showed her the ad I had
    selected. She giggled when I held it up to her.
    	"You're cute, Chris," she said with a smile.
    	Paul also saw me holding it up and told everyone to look.
    	"Is that all you ever think about, Chris, is diapers?" Joe asked
    me.
    	"Why, what did you guys pick out?" I asked. Mike managed to find
    a picture of a slender skimpy bikini-clad "babe" all but completely
    baring her buttocks while standing on the white sand beaches of
    Waikiki. She was wearing no top, either.
    	"When you have found an ad you want to do, raise your hand and
    show it to me so I can approve it," Mr. Williams said. Several hands
    went up and he went around the room to check what everyone wanted to
    do. Some he rejected because there wasn't enough detail in them for the
    exercise. He turned one guy down who wanted to do a beer ad, and
    another guy was turned down for wanting to do a cigarette ad. Mr.
    Williams also turned down Mike's choice.
    	"Aww, come on, Mr. Williams!" Mike complained. I let out a
    satisfied chuckle upon seeing the teacher reject Mike's ad. Angela
    laughed as well.
    	"Find something a little more tasteful than that," Mr. Williams
    told Mike.
    	"Sheez, all her private parts are covered or they're not
    showing," Mike said. Disgusted, he wrinkled up the ad he cut out and
    threw the resulting wad to the floor and then he went back through the
    travel magazine that he in fact, had picked out.
    	Mr. Williams then came to our table. He accepted Angela's Patrick
    Swayze picture, even with his bare chest exposed and his shirt
    unbuttoned. It wasn't an advertisement, but it fit the assignment. Next
    was my turn. I was feeling nervous as I expected Mr. Williams to reject
    the diaper ad that I wanted to draw. To my surprise and my pleasure, he
    said mine was okay. Meanwhile, Paul, Mike and Joe were all watching.
    	"Aww man, you'll let Chris draw a picture of some baby's butt,
    but you won't let me do one of a hot babe's ass?" Mike complained.
    	"Mike, all three of you, I want to make this a fun class, but if
    you continue to act this way, I'll give you a different assignment, and
    it won't be fun!" Mr. Williams warned the troublesome trio. This shut
    them all up quickly.
    	"Too bad you couldn't find your ad," Angela said. "The one of you
    wearing Thickies."
    	"I know," I said. I was hoping to find some current magazines in
    the pile, some of which would have the Thickies ads currently being run
    in them. All of the magazines were at least a couple years old, if not
    more, and some were more than fifteen years old. There was even a Time
    magazine with President Carter on the cover, I recalled, as well as a
    People magazine featuring John Travolta from his "Saturday Night Fever"
    days. Even Lisa was in diapers then, if I could ever fathom such a
    thought. Of course she was just a baby at the time, too.
    	"So when does your ad come out?" Angela asked me.
    	"Supposed to be around December," I said. "They'll run some
    Christmas ads then, and then they'll run some regular ads a couple
    months after that."
    	"I'll be sure to watch for them," Angela told me.
    	For the rest of the class period I meticulously copied every
    detail from the original picture. I got about halfway through the
    project before the bell rang. We would have tomorrow to finish it.
    	Out of habit I started to head towards my bus, only to remember
    that I now had to ride home with Megan so that I could get to Cody's
    and Jordan's house. While going towards my bus I realized that perhaps
    I should let my bus driver know not to expect me on the afternoon bus
    anymore. I caught up with Tony and told him to relay the information
    for me. I then made a mad dash back to Megan's bus.
    	"Are you riding this bus again?" said the one kid who acted up
    yesterday.
    	"Sure looks like it, don't it?" I said. I then explained to the
    bus driver on Megan's bus that I had just started babysitting two boys
    who live near Megan. Megan verified this and the bus driver said it was
    okay for me to start riding this bus after school as long as I had let
    my regular bus driver know. With this, Megan and I took our seats. Some
    of the kids started teasing us for being "lovebirds" apparently since
    it was too difficult for most of them to decide which was better, tease
    me for wearing diapers or tease Megan for being fat.
    	Megan and I got off at her stop and I walked with her to her
    house. We talked about my new babysitting job as well as Tony's
    interest in doing the same thing.
    	"I doubt Irene will know anyone who needs a babysitter," she
    said.
    	"I know, you told us at lunch," I said.
    	"Even if she does, what are the chances she's going to know
    someone with one boy, much less two, who wear diapers?"
    	"Maybe the chances are better than you think," I said. "Look at
    how many boys I know who wear diapers now. Counting Cody and Jordan, I
    know eleven boys, plus Aaron's friends and Jimmy's friends, whom I
    don't really know well enough to count."
    	"Well, speaking of counting, I wouldn't count on getting any
    leads from Irene," Megan stated again. "If I know most of the people
    who go to her church, I doubt Tony would fit in with any of their
    families. If Irene had any idea how much you love to wear diapers,
    she'd flip. She couldn't even look at you yesterday when she saw you in
    my back yard in your diaper. I gotta admit, she's a major prude."
    	We got to Megan's house, where we stood and talked a couple
    minutes more since I had a few minutes to kill. We looked into each
    other's eyes. Her pudgy, freckled face made me want to kiss her. She
    was the only girl I liked enough to want to kiss. She could read my
    signals and agreed to give me a short suck-face session before I went
    on to babysit the boys.
    	"Have fun at the boys' house," Megan said. "Call me if you need
    anything."
    	"I will," I said. Just as I turned around to walk away I turned
    around again to Megan and asked her, "even if I need a diaper change?"
    	"Depends on how busy I am," Megan said with a smile before she
    went into her house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 140
    ----------------------------

    	I walked down to Cody's and Jordan's house and arrived a few
    minutes before their bus pulled up to drop them off. Sue told me where
    the key was located out back and told me to enter the house through the
    back door. She left out on the table a copy of the rules and guidelines
    that she said she would print up for me. I quickly read through it.
    	I went into the living room and started watching for Cody's and
    Jordan's bus to pull up. I turned on the TV but found nothing good to
    watch except for some after-school cartoons that I didn't care for all
    that much. I looked over at the bookcase and noticed several photo
    albums packed together. I knew that being a snoop wasn't right, but I
    couldn't resist the temptation to look through them and see if I could
    find some pictures of Cody and Jordan in their diapers. I walked over
    to the photo albums and began thumbing through them. The first two
    albums didn't appear to have much of anything that caught my attention,
    mostly old photos that looked like Sue from when she was a child
    herself.
    	The third time was the charm, it turned out, as I cracked open
    the first of what would hopefully be several photo albums of the boys.
    Much to my pleasure, in most of the photos the boys were wearing just
    their diapers and their shirts. It didn't appear that the photos were
    taken purposely for the boys to show off their diapers unlike the
    diaper pictures taken of me that occupied several photo albums at my
    house. Some of them offered nice close-ups of their butts, such as
    several pictures that must have been taken last Christmas, given the
    boys' slightly younger appearance, as they bent down before the tree to
    retrieve their gifts from Santa Claus.
    	I wanted to savor each photo and look at it for awhile, but
    knowing that my remaining time for doing so was limited and uncertain,
    I quickly thumbed through the pages and took in as many pictures as I
    could before the bus came. I was about halfway through the photo album
    when the bus' arrival was signaled by the shrill squeal of its brakes
    and its noisy diesel engine rumbling loudly enough to rattle the living
    room's large picture window. I looked up and saw the bright yellow bus
    out on the street. I quickly put the photo album away and went to the
    door to greet the boys.
    	"Hey guys!" I said as they both scampered into the house and set
    their book bags down on the couch.
    	"Hi Chris!" Cody greeted me.
    	"Hi!" Jordan followed.
    	"How was your day at school?"
    	"It was okay," Cody answered.
    	"What did you guys do?"
    	"Mrs. Rathdrum had us do math problems on the board today," Cody
    said.
    	"We got to watch a movie about dinosaurs!" Jordan exclaimed.
    	"You like dinosaurs?" I asked Jordan.
    	"Yeah, I think they're neat!" he said.
    	"Do you think dinosaurs wore diapers?" I asked him. He gave me a
    cute grin and a smile and said, "I don't know!"
    	"I bet you that would be an awfully big diaper, huh?" I said.
    	"Yeah, it would be THIS BIG!" Jordan answered as he stretched his
    arms apart as widely as he could.
    	"I betcha their poop was probably THIS BIG!" Cody said as he also
    stretched his arms apart.
    	"Just think of what it would be like to change their diapers," I
    said, seeing that I had the boys' well engaged in a discussion about
    diapers.
    	"I wouldn't want to be the one to clean them up!" Jordan said.
    	"I bet you they wore cloth diapers then, too," I said. "They
    didn't invent disposable diapers until just a few years ago. So they
    probably had to use diaper pins as tall as this house."
    	"Whoa!" Cody exclaimed as he looked up at the ceiling.
    	"What do you suppose they did about the tail?" I asked the boys.
    	"They probably a cut a hole in the back of the diaper for the
    tail!" Jordan said.
    	"They might have, but then all the poop would leak out of the
    hole," I said. This got the boys laughing some more.
    	"So, you guys ready for a diaper change?" I asked them. Both boys
    nodded in unison.
    	"Okay, well, I can only change one you at a time, so who's
    first?"
    	"Me!" came two simultaneous replies.
    	"Now like I said, I can only change *one* of you at a time. How
    did Irene do it?"
    	"Sometimes she'd change me first and sometimes she'd change
    Jordan first," Cody said.
    	"Yeah, she'd just come up to us and check us and if we stunk bad
    enough she'd change us," Jordan said.
    	"Well, just to make it fair, guys, we'll have a little game to
    decide who goes first," I said. I reached into my pants pocket and
    retrieved a quarter.
    	"Ever flip a coin before?" I asked them.
    	"Yeah, you call either heads or tails," Jordan said. "And if I
    call heads, and it lands on heads, then I win!"
    	"Right, except, in this game, instead of heads, we'll say pee,
    and instead of tails, we'll say poop."
    	The boys both started laughing.
    	"You're funny, Chris!" Cody said as he gave me a charming smile,
    indicating his instant approval of me.
    	"So who's pee?" I asked.
    	"I wanna be poop!" Cody exclaimed.
    	"I wanna be poop!" Jordan repeated, but with more emphasis.
    	"Sorry guys, but I don't have a two-pooped coin on me right now,"
    I joked. The boys didn't seem to get this, so I asked them if they had
    ever heard of a two-headed coin. They said they hadn't so I just
    dismissed this remark and told them that one of them had to be "pee."
    	"I'll be pee," Cody acquiesced.
    	"Okay, here goes," I said as I tossed the coin up in the air and
    watched it land on the floor.
    	"Poop! Jordan gets changed first!" I said as the coin had landed
    tails side up. Both boys ran into their bedroom and removed their
    overalls. I could tell from the way their diapers sagged both in the
    front and back that they were indeed due for a diaper change. Jordan
    pulled out the diaper changing mat that was stored beneath their bunk
    beds and he brought it out to the middle of the floor. He lay down on
    the mat and spread his legs apart. I reached at each side of his diaper
    and removed the tapes. As expected, he presented me with quite a mess.
    	"I see a poopy butt!" I exclaimed. Both of the boys laughed. I
    grabbed the wipes and used several of them to cleanse Jordan's crap-
    coated bottom. His little penis stood up as stiffly and as long as the
    amount of skin tissue he had allowed. His smile indicated that he
    enjoyed the way it felt when I ran the wipes over his tender little
    testicles. Once I cleared his butt of poop I put one of his diapers on
    him. It wasn't a Thickies, but it was plenty thick. I planned to ask
    Sue if she had thought about getting her boys some Thickies diapers.
    	"Okay, YOOOUUUUUURRRRRRE DIIIIIIAPERRRRRRED!!!" I shouted to
    indicate that I was finished diapering Jordan and he was free to go.
    Everything I said about diapers kept these two charming little boys
    laughing and happy.
    	"Your turn!" I told Cody, who had been watching his twin brother
    get his butt wiped and then padded up in white. Cody took his spot on
    the changing pad. He, too, gave me a butt-smothering load of stool to
    clean off of him.
    	"Boy, I don't know which one of you had the dirtiest diaper," I
    said as I started cleaning Cody's buttocks and crotch, again giving him
    the same pleasing attention that his brother enjoyed moments ago. As
    expected, his boyhood was pushed to its max for the entire duration of
    the diaper change. When I finished diapering him, I said, "everybody
    join me...one...two...three..."
    	" YOOOUUUUUURRRRRRE DIIIIIIAPERRRRRRED!!!" all three of us
    hollered simultaneously.
    	"You're the best babysitter we ever had, Chris!" Cody said
    gleefully.
    	"Yeah, Chris, we like you!" Jordan said. "You're a lot more fun
    than all those GIRLS who babysat us before!"
    `"Yeah, 'specially Irene! She wasn't any fun!" Cody added.
    	I was smiling and very happy to have won the admiration of these
    boys so quickly.
    	"I bet you none of those girls wore diapers, did they?" I asked.
    	"No, they didn't!" Cody said.
    	"They're girls, and girls don't wear diapers, just boys!" I said.
    How I wish this were absolutely true, however. Even though I had yet to
    see a girl past the age of three in diapers, I knew there had to have
    been a few older girls out there wearing diapers, too. It was an
    inevitable postulate that only rational thinking honestly forced me to
    concede. I just wanted to plant the idea into these boys' young minds
    that diapers are an exclusive privilege of boyhood and they agreed
    without argument.
    	"So girls don't know what fun diapers are to wear," I continued.
    	"Irene was really boring," Cody said.
    	"Yeah, she didn't like to play with us or anything," Jordan
    added.
    	"And she didn't like changing our diapers!" Cody said.
    	"Well, that's why I'm here now," I said. I then got up and asked
    the boys if they'd like to come out to the kitchen and have a snack.
    	"Yeah!" they both said.
    	"I want cookies!" Cody begged.
    	"Me, too!" Jordan joined him. "I want chocolate chip!"
    	"We'll see what your mom left for us, come on," I said, directing
    the boys to follow me. I got partway down the hall when I noticed they
    weren't behind me, so I went back. Jordan was starting to put his
    overalls back on.
    	"Don't worry about putting your pants on again," I said.
    	"Wow, you mean we can go around in just our diapers?!" Cody
    exclaimed.
    	"You bet!" I said. "That's the only way to wear diapers, if you
    ask me."
    	"Yeah!" the boys exclaimed, jumping up and down as if I had told
    them I were taking them to Disneyland next week or something.
    	"All the other girls told us that we had to wear them," Jordan
    said.
    	"Except this one girl, her name was Sandy, and in the summer
    she'd let us go around in our diapers in the back yard, but then she
    had to quit because she went back to school," Cody told me.
    	"Irene, she'd NEVER let us go around in diapers!" Jordan said.
    This didn't surprise me in the least.
    	"Well guys, Irene is aye-dee-ose!" I said. "From now on Chris the
    Diaper Boy is in charge!"
    	"In fact, I'll even strip down to my diapers with you guys!" I
    said as I removed my shoes and then unfastened my pants and pulled them
    down right in front of the two boys while standing out in the hallway.
    They gazed at me and studied my thick, bulky Thickies diaper, swollen
    in the front from having wet a couple times. I then picked up my pants
    and tossed them over to the corner where the two boys' had also
    abandoned their overalls in favor of going around in diapers.
    	The three of us all clad in just diapers and T-shirts went out to
    the kitchen. I served the boys their chocolate chip cookies and I
    poured them each a glass of milk. I prepared a serving of each for
    myself, too. We sat at the table and I told the boys why I wore diapers
    when they asked me. They asked me lots of questions. They were
    surprised to learn that for a short period in my life, right around
    their age, in fact, I was a toilet user.
    	"You used to use a toilet?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Yeah, my Mom and Dad made me use it," I said dejectedly. "They
    finally got me away from my diapers, but I still showed them that I
    wasn't giving up! I think having to use a toilet made me appreciate
    diapers even more."
    	"We've NEVER used a toilet!" Cody exclaimed.
    	"You guys are lucky," I said. "Did your mom and dad even try to
    toilet train you?"
    	"They tried to see if we wanted to use the potty, but we said,
    'NO! We want to wear diapers!'"
    	We spent a few more minutes talking about the evils of potty
    training and the pleasure of wearing diapers. The boys were then
    starting to get restless, so I asked them what they wanted to do.
    	"Uhhh, I dunno," Cody said.
    	Do you guys like to color?" I asked them.
    	"Yeah," they both said.
    	"You got crayons and paper?" I asked them.
    	"Yeah, we got lots of colors!" Jordan said.
    	"Why don't you go get them and let's draw some pictures, how's
    that sound?"
    	"Sounds fun!" Cody said. Both boys scampered off to their
    bedroom. I enjoyed watching their bare legs toddling and waddling and
    their white-padded rumps bounce up and down as they made their way out
    of the kitchen. I also enjoyed listening to two diapers crinkling along
    with two sets of feet pattering down the hallway. A moment later Cody
    came back with the crayons while Jordan had the paper. The three of us
    then started drawing pictures of ourselves in diapers. I drew my
    favorite scene of Lisa and Cindy standing to each side of me, wearing
    blue jeans, while I stood in the middle with only diapers and a T-shirt
    on. I then drew the same scene over again, but from behind. I showed it
    to the boys and they loved it.
    	"Wow, are your diapers really that big on you?" Cody asked,
    seeing that my drawing suggested that my cloth diapers were
    significantly thicker and larger than the disposable diaper that I was
    wearing at the time.
    	"Oh yeah, they are," I said with emphasis. I'll try to remember
    to bring some of my photos tomorrow and show them to you guys.
    	"Does your sister have a big butt like that?" Jordan asked,
    seeing how big I had drawn Lisa's posterior and her hips.
    	"Yep, she's pretty big," I said. "And she doesn't have to wear
    diapers to get a big butt, either," I added. The boys liked this little
    remark. I then looked at their drawings of themselves in diapers. They
    had exaggerated the thickness of their diapers quite a bit.
    	"Nice job," I told them. "Looks like you guys wish you wore
    thicker diapers."
    	"Yeah, we'd like to wear some like you have," Jordan said.
    	"You mean cloth diapers?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, the ones with pins in them," Cody answered.
    	"Has your mom ever put cloth diapers on you?"
    	"No, she doesn't want to wash them all the time," Jordan said.
    	"Well, maybe if you come over to my house sometime you can try on
    cloth diapers. You'd probably have to borrow some from Derek since he's
    about your age, a little older. He lives next door to me and he wears,
    diapers, too."
    	"Wow, you know a lot of boys who wear diapers, huh?" Cody said.
    	"Including you guys, I know eleven boys who wear diapers," I
    said. "We even have a club. Maybe your mom will let you guys join it."
    	"A club for boys who wear diapers?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Yeah, we all get together and talk about wearing diapers. I'll
    talk to your Mom about it sometime."
    	After drawing a couple more pictures the boys wanted to go play
    out in the back yard. We played for about ten minutes and then suddenly
    I pooped in my diaper. Cody heard me filling my diaper as my bowel
    movement came with flatulence.
    	"You pooped your diaper!" he yelled. "I could hear it."
    	"Can you smell it?" I asked him. He took a whiff and then as his
    nostrils caught my odors, he winced and held his nose.
    	"Pee-yew! It stinks!" he said, then started laughing.
    	"Can you boys stay here while I go make a phone call?" I asked
    Cody and Jordan.
    	"Yeah," Jordan said. "Are you going to get your diaper changed?"
    	"I hope so," I said. "Be right back."
    	I went into the kitchen and picked up the phone to call Megan. I
    could still watch the boys from the kitchen window.
    	"Hi Megan," I said.
    	"Hi Chris," she said with a smile in her voice. "How are you
    doing over there? How are the boys treating you?"
    	"They love me!" I said. "They're having lots of fun frolicking
    around in their diapers."
    	"And I suppose you're frolicking around in your diapers, too,
    right?"
    	"You know me too well, don't you?" I said. "Look, uhh, about that
    diaper change."
    	"Does Chwis have a poopy bottom?" Megan said in a childish voice.
    	"Yes, Chwis have a poopy bottom," I repeated back in the same
    voice. "Can you come change me, pweeze?"
    	"I think I can get away for a few minutes," she said. "I'll just
    tell my brothers I'm going to Irene's house, not that it's any of their
    business."
    	"Okay, you coming right now?"
    	"I'll be there quicker than you can say 'dirty diapers.'"
    	"Dirty diapers-- you're not here yet," I said.
    	"I can't move my big butt *that* fast, you know," Megan said.
    	"I could help you move it faster," I said.
    	"Now Chris, let's not talk dirty," she said in a mock scolding
    voice.
    	"Except dirty diapers, right?" I said.
    	"Yeah, of course."
    	"Just come to the back yard," I told Megan. "I'll be out there."
    	"Okay, I'll be right there, bye," she said.
    	I went back out to play with the boys, bringing one of my fresh
    diapers and some of my wipes out with me so that Megan could clean me
    up and change me. A few minutes later Megan showed up. The boys acted a
    little shy being in their diapers in front of Megan, but Megan assured
    them that she had seen me in my diapers lots of times. She joined us in
    our play for a few minutes before asking me where to change my diaper.
    	"Right here's fine," I said, pointing to the ground.
    	"Okay," Megan said. "You know what to do."
    	I lay down on the grass and let Megan take my soiled diaper off.
    She went to work on my messy diaper area and cleaned it up. She
    positioned her wide body directly in front of me, keeping me out of
    view of the boys who were pretty much minding their own business. She
    gave my hard dick some extra hand attention, but we agreed it was not
    the right time or place for her to bring me to ejaculation.
    	"I can finish when I get home," I said. Megan just smiled and
    then put my clean diaper on. She taped it up tightly and then, after
    checking on the boys behind her, she said, "here, let me finish for
    you."
    	She rubbed my dick through my diaper. I was on the verge of
    coming when she stopped before, so she didn't have to work very long to
    bring me to climax.
    	"Oh yeah, there it is," I said, letting Megan know that I had
    jizzed in my diapers since she had no way of seeing this. She gave me a
    couple more strokes and then stopped when I told her, "that's enough."
    	"Thanks," I said while breathing heavily.
    	"Any time," she said. While I rested on the grass and savored the
    lingering sensation of my relieved sexual tension I asked Megan if she
    had talked to Irene.
    	"Yeah, she didn't have anything," Megan said. She paused for a
    moment and said, "but I've been thinking that Tony might want to watch
    the boy that I sometimes baby-sit on the weekends."
    	"Oh yeah?" I said. "Is it that same kid you've told me about
    before?"
    	"Yeah, it is," she said.
    	"Is he still in diapers?" The answer was a bitter disappointment
    for me.
    	"No, sorry to burst your bubble, but he's potty trained now,"
    Megan said while she idly pulled at the grass. After she had a handful
    of grass blades she let go of them and slowly sprinkled them all across
    the front of my diaper. She did this a few more times before brushing
    the grass blades off.
    	"Ahh," I said as she firmly ran her hand across my diaper front,
    underneath it my now limp and tender penis, recovering from being
    jacked off.
    	"Sorry," Megan said. "I guess it takes you boys a little while to
    recharge, huh?"
    	"Yeah, it takes a few minutes," I said.
    	"Can you talk to Tony about it tomorrow?" I asked Megan.
    	"Sure, just come join us at lunch," Megan said. "You know where
    we sit."
    	"Can I ask you two questions?" I asked Megan.
    	"Sure," she said, knowing what I meant when I asked this. "Go
    ahead with your second question."
    	"Why are you not going to baby-sit this kid anymore?"
    	"Well, if you want to know why, it's because he doesn't wear
    diapers anymore, and I like to change diapers," she said.
    	"You do a good job of it," I said.
    	"I do 'jobs', anyway, if you know what I mean," Megan said with a
    smile.
    	"Now what did you say about talking dirty?" I reminded Megan of
    our recent phone conversation.
    	"Be quiet," she said playfully as she threw another handful of
    grass into my face, forcing me to spit out some grass that ended up in
    my mouth.
    	"I don't think it would be a good idea for Tony to encourage him
    to wear diapers again, but I think he'll at least be happy to be
    babysitting a boy."
    	"Why shouldn't he encourage the boy to wear diapers again?"
    	"Because, like most parents of boys, it took them *forever* to
    get Drew out of diapers. Drew's his name, by the way."
    	"They should have just taken the easy way out like Cody's and
    Jordan's parents did," I said. "Look at what I went through. He
    probably wants his diapers back more than he realizes."
    	"I'm just letting you know," Megan said. "But tell Tony to leave
    it up to Drew to tell him that he wants to wear diapers again."
    	"Are you still going to baby-sit?" I asked Megan.
    	"Yeah," she said. "There's plenty of boys still in diapers in
    this neighborhood," she said.
    	"You could always babysit me," I said.
    	"I could face-sit you, too," she said. She smiled as she watched
    the front of my diaper tent back up after saying this.
    	"Ahh, that's two for you, one for me," I said, keeping score of
    our dirty-talk exchanges.
    	"Looks like you're recharging already," Megan said as she noted
    that I still had a hard-on.
    	Megan and I talked for a couple more minutes about Drew, the now
    four-year-old boy she had been babysitting since about the beginning of
    the year. Megan later told me that her real reason for proposing to
    have Tony baby-sit Drew was that she knew Tony was jealous and she
    could sense it in him.
    	"I know Tony's always been your best friend," Megan said. "I
    didn't want to see his jealousy stand in the way of your friendship."
    	"Megan, you didn't have to do that," I said.
    	"I know, but, well, I care about you, Chris, and I wouldn't do it
    if I didn't feel it was right."
    	"Thanks, Megan," I said. "I could sense Tony's resentment towards
    me, even though he was trying to be nice about it."
    	"Sometimes it takes someone like me to see the things you don't
    want to see," she said.
    	"So what does this mean for your babysitting?" I asked Megan.
    "Are you going to be able to find someone else to baby-sit?"
    	"Oh yeah, sure, it's pretty easy to find someone who needs a
    babysitter," Megan assured me with an air of confidence in her voice.
    "And well, while I do like to change little boys' diapers, I'd also
    like to see about babysitting someone's little girl, perhaps four,
    five, six years old, and doing girl things with her. A girl needs that
    sort of thing, just like Cody and Jordan need a boy babysitter like
    you."
    	"I understand, that makes sense," I said. "I appreciate your
    thoughtfulness and your willingness to help Tony out."
    	"No problem," Megan said. "It's one thing to lose a friend
    because she moves away on you like Tracy did to me," Megan said. "That
    can't be helped. To lose a friend because of a disagreement is
    something else, and I can't let that happen to you."
    	I gave Megan a hug and thanked her again for being so sensitive
    to the well-being of my friendship with Tony. She then got up and then
    held out her hand to help me up. She then brushed the grass off of me
    as it had gotten all over my shirt. Some of it was also clinging to my
    diapered butt, which Megan was pleased to remove.
    	"See you tomorrow," Megan said as she left the yard. I went back
    to Cody and Jordan to check up on them. I resumed my play in the back
    yard with them. I had lost track of time and didn't realize that Sue
    had come home. She came out to the back yard and saw all three of us
    playing in just diapers and a T-shirt.
    	"Hello," she said. I wasn't sure what she would think of me being
    in just my diaper with the boys.
    	"Relax," Sue told me. "I know how you boys like to run around in
    your diapers," she said. "Heck, my husband does it all the time."
    	Sue called her boys back into the house. She sat with me at the
    table and asked me how the day went and if I had any problems.
    	"Nope, things went great today," I said with a smile. "The boys
    and I hit it off really well."
    	"I could tell," Sue said. "I've never seen them happier."
    	A few minutes later my Mom showed up to get me. I quickly ran
    into the boys' bedroom to slip my pants and my shoes back on and then
    left with Mom for home.