    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 141
    ----------------------------

    	After I got home I stripped off my pants and washed up before
    joining the family at the dinner table. Everyone asked me how my first
    day of babysitting went with the boys.
    	"It went great, the boys really like me. In fact, I'm their
    hero," I said with a smile.
    	"So you think you can handle these two boys?" my Dad asked me,
    still sounding skeptical that I could take on this responsibility.
    	"Handle them? Well, if I can handle having fun, then yeah, I
    guess I've got it handled," I replied sarcastically. "I can't believe I
    get paid for it, too. Besides, it's not the first time I've baby-sat.
    Remember that I watched Derek and Steven this summer."
    	"Well, that was different," Dad said. "You weren't in school
    then."
    	"Dad, I can assure you I will keep my grades up," I said, growing
    increasingly irritated at his nagging me over my grades.
    	"I'll hold you to it," Dad said as he continued eating. It
    wouldn't bother me so much if I didn't have Mr. Eastman's class to
    worry about.
    	"What about Lisa?" I said.
    	"She's under the same rules as you are, Chris," my Dad said. "She
    has to keep her grades up, too, to keep her job at the pizza place."
    	After I ate my dinner I decided that I had better get my shower
    taken so that Cindy could diaper me for the night. When I came out of
    the bathroom Cindy was already in my room with my Thickies diapers
    spread out on the changing table. I missed getting diapered in my cloth
    diapers right after school, but it was a change of a different sort
    that I had to accept.
    	"You were awfully wet this morning," Cindy commented. "Good thing
    I decided to diaper you more heavily since you're wearing them three
    hours longer without a change."
    	Cindy made sure that I had plenty of diapers on to last me for
    the next twelve hours along with a generous powdering. Once she had me
    in my thick cloth diapers I got down from the changing table and did my
    homework. I knew I was behind in Reading and I didn't want to blow my
    babysitting privileges because of it, so I went right to this and began
    reading. In spite of my best efforts I was getting bored, but I was
    mostly distracted by thinking about Tony and how he must have been
    feeling. I decided to take a break and give him a call.
    	"Hey Tony," I said as he answered.
    	"Hi, Chris," he said, probably glad that I called. He asked me
    how the babysitting went. I didn't want to rub it in, but I couldn't
    help but tell him how much fun I had with the two boys.
    	"I'd like to meet them," he said.
    	"Maybe we can visit them this Saturday," I said. "Or maybe you
    could even come over with me after school sometime," I offered. This
    seemed to cheer him up, but I could still tell that he was jealous. I
    told about Megan's offer to watch Drew, the boy she's been babysitting
    on weekends.
    	"Why is she not babysitting him anymore?" Tony asked me. I told
    him that Megan wanted to babysit a girl and do "girl things" with her.
    I didn't tell Tony that she was doing this for him. At first Tony
    sounded like he was okay about this idea, but then it occurred to him
    that if was busy babysitting Drew on weekends we wouldn't be able to
    have D.B.A. meetings together and wouldn't see each other as much on
    weekends. Since I was busy every day after school, Tony wouldn't get to
    do as much with me as it was. I was glad to know that he valued our
    time together.
    	"Yeah, you're right," I said. Tony asked me how old he was.
    	"Four, oh, and he is toilet trained now," I said.
    	"Well, that sort of decides it right there," Tony said with a
    sigh. "I want to babysit a boy in diapers, like Cody and Jordan."
    	"I know," I said.
    	"How about send one of them over to me after school," Tony
    suggested, though I knew he was kidding.
    	"That's a good idea, but I doubt their mom would go for that," I
    said.
    	"Maybe you can talk some boy into trying diapers after he sees
    you wearing them," I tried to encourage Tony.
    	"You seem to have the knack for that, Chris," Tony said.
    	"Hey, you could do it, too," I said in a spirited voice. "Lots of
    boys would wear diapers if they knew they could get away with it and
    not get in trouble or get laughed at," I said.
    	"I'll keep asking around and looking," Tony said.
    	"Same here," I said. I was about to hang up, but I just couldn't
    do this just yet. I knew Tony had to get it off his chest that he was
    jealous.
    	"Hey, Tony?" I said.
    	"Yeah."
    	"I know you're jealous, and I just wanted to let you know that I
    don't blame you for being jealous."
    	"Well, yeah, Chris, I've been feeling jealous," Tony admitted. "I
    just didn't want you to think I was mad at you because you got those
    two boys in diapers."
    	"I didn't think you were mad, but I knew this was bothering you,"
    I said.
    	"I'm glad you called, Chris, I really wanted to talk to you about
    this."
    	And so we did. Tony told me that he was feeling down and he was
    almost crying because he was afraid his jealousy would end our
    friendship.
    	"I never would have thought that," I said. "Besides, we've been
    friends for too long."
    	"So, you're not mad at me?" Tony asked.
    	"Of course not, buddy!" I said. "In fact, I want to help you out
    as much as I can. I just hope we haven't tapped ourselves out of all
    the neighborhood diaper boys."
    	"There's gotta be a couple more," Tony said. "We know we're not
    the only ones, that's for sure."
    	"Hey, maybe they'll let you post an ad at Kidz Klothez," I said.
    	"Great idea!" Tony exclaimed. This lifted his hopes and his
    spirits. "I'll let parents know that I am willing to babysit their boys
    who wear diapers."
    	"Yeah, you know all the parents who go back there to buy diapers
    for their boys will see it!" I said.
    	"Do you think that would really work?" Tony asked, suddenly
    becoming somewhat skeptical about the idea once his initial burst of
    enthusiasm wore off.
    	"Let me tell you something, Tony. Sue told me she had a hell of a
    time finding someone who was willing to change two six-year-old boys'
    diapers and she kept going through babysitters like boys go through
    diapers during a diarrhea epidemic."
    	"Why was that?" Tony asked me.
    	"For starters, she was relying on *girls* to do the job," I said.
    "She said she should have thought about boys being babysitters, and
    when she found out that I wear diapers, she was like, 'you're
    perfect!'"
    	"But that doesn't make sense," Tony said. I was puzzled by what
    he meant by this since I thought my explanation made perfect sense.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked him.
    	"Lots of girls like to change diapers. My sister Kara, your
    sisters, Derek's sister, Aaron's sister, your cousin Suzy, your other
    cousin Nancy--"
    	"Well, they all have brothers like us who wear diapers, too," I
    said. "For a girl who doesn't have a diaper-shitting brother of her
    own, they're not used to it and it's disgusting and gross to wipe an
    older boy's crappy ass all the time. Megan's the only girl I know who
    likes to change boys' diapers but whose brothers don't wear diapers."
    	"I guess that makes sense," Tony said. I continued.
    	"Also, most of these 'girls' the boys' mom was telling me about
    were really younger women who didn't grow up smelling their brothers'
    poopy diapers all day long every day."
    	"So what are you getting at?" Tony asked.
    	"A lot of parents would probably rather have a boy who wears
    diapers, too, to watch their boys," I said.
    	"I'll give it a shot, what can it hurt?" Tony said. "I'll work on
    an ad tonight, in fact," Tony said. "Maybe we can print it out on your
    computer."
    	"We'll have to get together and do that," I said. "Maybe
    tomorrow."
    	With Tony's mood having lightened up some more, we talked and
    laughed and then after about ten minutes I hung up the phone and got
    back to my homework. I felt better after talking to Tony and I he felt
    better, too.
    	I went back to my reading assignment, as much as I didn't really
    want to do it. I forced myself to read through most of the story and
    more or less had an idea of what it was about. With the cordless phone
    still on my desk, it rang and I answered it.
    	"Hi, Chris?" came a little boy's voice. It was Derek from next
    door.
    	"Hi, Derek," I said. "How's your diapers?"
    	"Wet and poopy!" he exclaimed.
    	"Been changed yet?" I asked him.
    	"Nope, Jennie does that before I go to bed," he said. He then
    asked me if I could come over and play games with him for a little
    while.
    	"Sure, let me go ask my Mom," I said. With the phone in my hand I
    went out to ask Mom if I could go over to Derek's house?
    	"Have you done all your homework?"
    	"Yes, mom," I said, sounding honest enough that she believed me.
    I still had some Social Studies reading to do, but it could wait, I
    decided. My Reading class assignment burned me out.
    	"Okay, but don't stay over there too late," she said.
    	"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I think Derek's bedtime is 9:00 or 9:30."
    	It was dark now, and since we were going into the middle of
    September there was a hint of fall's chill in the air as I could feel
    it against my bare legs. Wearing just my diapers of course, I went over
    to Derek's house. His mother answered the door and invited me in.
    	"Go ahead, Derek's in his room," his mom told me. Jennie greeted
    me as I walked past her. She smiled and looked at me in my diapers,
    knowing that I enjoyed getting her attention from this. I went into
    Derek's and Steven's bedroom. Both Derek and Steven were heavily
    diapered as I expected, but even their diapers-- easily four to six
    inches thick-- still couldn't mask their poop odors.
    	Derek and Steven both greeted me as I entered the room.
    	"Wow, when did you guys last get changed?" I asked them as I
    noted the strong poop odors.
    	"It was THIS time!" Steven said as he pointed to the three on the
    teddy bear clock hanging on their wall. Steven must have been learning
    how to tell time in pre-school. Derek asked me which game I wanted to
    play and I said, "I don't care, anything to give me a break from my
    homework."
    	Steven stayed behind and played in the bedroom while Derek and I
    went out to the TV to play a couple Nintendo games. While we were
    playing I told Derek about Cody and Jordan. He was very excited to hear
    about how much these two boys loved to wear diapers and he wanted to
    meet them.
    	"They probably go to the same school as you do," I said. "They're
    in first grade."
    	"What do they look like?" he asked me.
    	"They're twins," I said.
    	"That should be easy, since they'll look like each other."
    	"They're not identical twins," I clarified. "They're fraternal
    twins."
    	"F, fa, fa-ter-nial twins?" Derek queried, having difficulties
    saying the word.
    	"Fra-ter-nal," I repeated slowly so he could understand me.
    	"What's that mean?" he asked.
    	"It means two kids were born together, but they don't look like
    each other."
    	"So how will I know what they look like?" Derek asked.
    	"They both wear overalls, and if you look at their butts you can
    see their diapers showing through, since they wear some pretty thick
    diapers."
    	Derek smiled and giggled as I told him this.
    	"I betcha they wear really SUPER THICK DIAPERS like me and Steven
    do!" Derek shouted as he rolled back and spread his legs, running his
    hands all over the big diapers he had on. I had a good feeling his
    little penis was hard and stiff under all those fluffy white diapers.
    	"Derek, hold the noise down," his mother quieted him.
    	"Sorry, Mommy," he said.
    	"They just wear disposable diapers," I said to Derek. "But maybe
    I can talk their Mom into letting them wear cloth diapers at home. And
    yes, I'll make sure they're Thickies."
    	Derek and I played a couple more games before his Mom told him
    that it was getting close to his bedtime and that Jennie would be
    changing him and Steven.
    	"Mind if I help?" I asked Derek's mother.
    	"Not at all," she said. I then followed Derek into his bedroom.
    Looking at his diapered butt the whole time I was thinking about how
    much poop there must have been under the bundle of cloth enshrouding
    his stinky rear end. Jennie was already in the process of changing
    Steven when we came in.
    	"Want some help?" I asked Jennie.
    	"Sure, Derek's diapers are right there," she said as she pointed
    to a big stack of clean diapers that had just come out of the dryer.
    They were still warm, which Derek especially looked forward to wearing
    because of this.
    	"They'll stay warm for awhile, too, since you'll be wearing so
    many of them," I stated from firsthand experience, or rather, first-
    butt experience. Derek chuckled at this. I then removed his bulky, wet
    and smelly diapers, and as expected, he had poop all over his butt and
    up to his genitals. Since it took me awhile to change Derek's diapers
    he asked me if his diapers were still warm. I stuck my hand in the
    middle of the stack and said, "yeah, they're holding the heat in
    still."
    	Jennie finished diapering Steven and then she helped me with
    Derek once I had him cleaned up. Derek loved having two people putting
    diapers on him and pinning them up. He sighed with delight as he felt
    the warm, soft diapers caress his tender bottom and crotch. Jennie let
    me put his plastic pants on, but she stayed to watch, probably because
    she enjoyed looking at me in my diapers.
    	"Want some ice cream bars?" Jennie asked us. Of course nobody
    turned this offer down, so Jennie came back a moment later with three
    ice cream sandwiches for each of us. We sat in Derek's room and ate
    them. While doing this, I asked Derek if he could draw another copy of
    his "Poopitus" story for me so I could show it to Cody and Jordan
    tomorrow.
    	"I'm gonna have to go to bed soon," he said.
    	"That's okay," I said. "I can show them the one that you made for
    me. Then they can copy it and color it in." I decided this would be a
    better idea and it would be more fun for the boys.
    	"I made another 'Poopitus' story!" Derek exclaimed. "You wanna
    see it?"
    	"Of course I do!" I said. After Derek finished his ice cream
    sandwich he got up and went over to his desk. I watched him bend over
    and show off his bright, white-diapered behind and pull it out of the
    drawer in which he kept all his diaper drawings. He brought the staple-
    bound story back over to me and proudly showed me the cover.
    	"Jennie even gave me some of her crayons so I could have another
    brown crayon for all the poop in the story," Derek explained. I just
    smiled when he told me this.
    	I then looked at the story. The story was titled "Poopitus
    Strikes McFadden Elementary." Each page was drawn with a caption
    underneath it like in his first story. The story was about all the boys
    at Derek's school (the same elementary school I attended) coming down
    with Poopitus. The first ones to get Poopitus were the kids who made
    fun of Derek for wearing diapers. After they got Poopitus they had to
    start wearing diapers to school and they stopped making fun of the kid
    who first got Poopitus. Then all the boys who Derek thought would look
    the cutest in diapers got the disease, too. Because all the boys were
    wearing diapers and many of them couldn't get their pants to fit, the
    school decided to change the dress code so that all the boys had to
    come to school in just their diapers and a shirt, no pants. When it got
    cold they'd have to play in the gym and not go outside for recess. They
    also converted the boys' bathroom to a diaper-changing room and took
    out all the toilets and replaced them with changing tables.
    	Derek's story then explained that girls were "imune" (he
    misspelled the word) to Poopitus and "never, ever, ever, ever, EVER had
    to worry about pooping there pants all of a suddin like boys do." The
    girls then went around the school saying, "Girls don't get poop-i-tus!
    Girls don't get poop-i-tus!" but because they made fun of the boys who
    had Poopitus, all the girls were made to change the boys' diapers. Some
    of the girls even started teasing the boys on purpose because they
    wanted to change their diapers and the boys wanted them to change them.
    At the end of the story he explained that all the boys in the world
    eventually got Poopitus and all of them were going around in diapers.
    The guy who owned Thickies then became really, really super rich and he
    donated free diapers to kids whose moms couldn't afford them.
    	I was laughing so hard at one series of drawings that Derek drew
    that I thought my stomach would pop the pins of my diapers open, but of
    course these pins weren't about to do that. I learned long ago that
    laughing hard in tightly-pinned diapers that cover up the entire
    stomach isn't easy to do, but I was used to it. The series of scenes
    showed the entire classroom floor flooded with poop. All the kids were
    knee-deep in shit, which was depicted with densely scribbled brown
    crayon. The kids were plugging their noses and everyone was going "eww,
    yuck!" The girls were all mad at the boys because they got "boy poop"
    on their pants or their dresses. There were fumes wafting upward from
    the floor. The teacher was throwing up from the smell and opening the
    door to let the poop flow out of the classroom. I also liked his scene
    of the class picture, which showed all the boys standing in diapers. He
    even drew a picture of the boys all posing in a shot by themselves
    showing off their diaper butts.
    	While greatly exaggerated (what could I expect from a seven-year-
    old?) it was a cute story like the first one, and it showed how much
    Derek really loved being a diaper boy. I then asked him what it would
    be like if all the boys in the world really did wear diapers. He
    thought this would be great, but then I told him that if all boys wore
    diapers, it wouldn't seem like any big deal that we get to wear them,
    no more of a big deal than the fact that all girls past puberty need
    tampons at "that time of the month", as Lisa and Cindy often complained
    about.
    	"Yeah, you're right," Derek said. "I should probably change it,
    huh."
    	"No, leave it alone," I said. "Then maybe you can do another
    story where a doctor finds a cure for poopitus, but not all the boys
    want to be cured because they found out how much fun diapers are to
    wear."
    	Derek agreed that this would be a good idea and he said he would
    work on it tomorrow as soon as he got home from school.
    	"Cool," I said. "Maybe I can come over tomorrow night and look at
    it."
    	At this time Derek and Steven were being told by their Mom that
    it was their bedtime. I said goodbye to Derek and Steven and then went
    back home since my own bedtime was coming up. Before going to bed I
    decided to read some of my own diaper stories. Between this and seeing
    Derek and Steven in their diapers and changing Derek, I was more than
    ready to jack off. I thought of myself as having an advanced and
    incurable case of poopitus and needing to be changed every hour in
    spite of wearing the super thick diapers that I had on now. Megan was
    paid by my parents to be my hourly diaper changer after school to give
    my sisters a break. It was fun to think about anyway, as I drifted off
    to sleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 142
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    	Wednesday morning seemed to pass rather uneventfully for the most
    part. Mrs. Steck seemed to be keeping a closer eye on me, however, as
    if somehow she thought I should be monitored more closely because I
    demonstrated in my summer vacation story that I love to wear diapers.
    While I do have an influence on boys who may have even slight leanings
    towards developing a diaper fetish, it wasn't like I was going to start
    recruiting every boy in the school to wear diapers. That wouldn't be
    any fun, as I told Derek last night. Besides, there were several boys
    whom I felt would just not make good diaper boys, namely Hugh and his
    cast of pricks in P.E. as well as the "Three Stooges" in my drawing
    class (Paul, Mike and Joe) and several others. Being a diaper boy was a
    special privilege and anyone whom I felt was not fit to be one of us
    would be invading my territory.
    	Second period came and went, and then came the mid-morning break.
    Tony and I sat alone today away from the other boys, who understood,
    giving Tony and I a chance to further reconcile any differences that he
    may have been feeling towards me. Tony confessed that at one point he
    was even considering resigning as co-Director for our group but then
    realized he would have regretted this later. We talked some more about
    having him post an ad in Kidz Klothez to advertise himself to be
    available to babysit.
    	"What should I have it say?" Tony asked me. I was pleased that he
    was seeking my advice.
    	"I dunno, say 'Wanted to babysit: boy age five or older who still
    wears diapers. Must *not* be potty trained and have no chance in hell
    of ever sitting his butt on a toilet seat. Must crave diapers and
    always talk about them, Thickies wearer preferred. Parents of girls
    need not apply, not that there are any girls who--"
    	"Chris, be serious," Tony said. I could tell he was still feeling
    upset in spite of what we had reconciled.
    	"If Mr. Eastman doesn't watch me too closely today I might have
    some time to draft something out," I said. "Otherwise, we can work on
    it together tonight."
    	When the bell rang Tony and I went to math class and then to P.E.
    	"How much you wanna bet Mr. Brown starts being an asshole to us
    again?" I asked Tony to lighten up his mood.
    	"He might be okay today, but tomorrow, I'd watch out," Tony said.
    	Once again we were out on the field performing a variety of
    exercises. Mr. Brown kept looking at us with a frustrated look on his
    face, probably wanting to mark us down just for wearing diapers or
    something stupid like that, but in spite of this he treated us just
    like any of the other students. He didn't single out Tony, Jay and me
    for getting slower times than most of the other students on some of the
    exercises. In fact, he even said, "you're improving, guys. Well, two
    hundredths of a second isn't much, Jay, but you're improving."
    	"Gee, thanks for the encouragement, Mr. Brown," Jay said in a
    sullen voice.
    	"Hey, if you want to cause trouble, keep talking, otherwise, just
    be happy with the score I gave you," Mr. Brown replied, using all the
    restraint he could to keep from yelling at Jay.
    	"Oh, and I am still Coach Brown, just to let you all know," he
    added, but in a calm voice. Meanwhile. Hugh and the other big guys who
    hung around him were looking at Tony, Jay and me and laughing. I also
    noticed that Mr. Brown was conferring with them over something after
    distancing themselves from us.
    	"Does something give you a funny feeling that something just
    isn't right around here?" I asked Tony. He agreed, sensing that between
    Mr. Brown's sudden "niceness"-- well, at least not yelling at us-- and
    the way the other kids were giving us suspicious stares that there had
    to be an explanation for all of this.
    	"Maybe it was that assembly we had last Friday," Jay said. "Now
    everyone's afraid to make fun of us."
    	"Yeah, probably so," I said to Jay.
    	"So what do you suppose they're all talking about?" Tony asked.
    	"Mr. Brown's probably telling them not to make fun of us
    anymore," Jay said.
    	"Somehow I doubt it," I said. "They're having a good laugh over
    something, it doesn't look like an ass-chewing session."
    	"Probably more like an ass-*kissing* session," Tony remarked.
    	We finished out the rest of the class and then went to take our
    showers and change our diapers and then got dressed again. I felt more
    confident going into Mr. Eastman's class today, knowing that I actually
    read the assignment and would be prepared to answer any questions he
    might ask. He was keeping a close eye on me as well, giving me no
    chance to pull out my "boredom book" to doodle or write, or to work on
    a suggested babysitting ad for Tony. I was the fourth person called to
    answer a question, and much to Mr. Eastman's surprise, I was able to
    answer it.
    	"Very good, Chris," he said. I decided I'd better continue to pay
    attention, knowing that I had a lot riding on my performance in this
    class.
    	About five minutes later an office assistant delivered a slip to
    Mr. Eastman. He looked at the slip and then called me up to the front
    of the class. My heart started racing. I assumed I was being called
    into the principal's office, but for what reason, I didn't know. Maybe
    Mr. Brown had come up with a way to get me detention. As I sat there
    and pondered what I could have possibly done wrong, Mr. Eastman called
    on me again.
    	"Chris, this is for you," he said. Nervous, I wet my diaper while
    walking up to the front of the class. Mr. Eastman wrote the time on the
    slip and then he handed it to me.
    	"Dah... dah DAH dah!" one kid said as he did the first four notes
    of the Dragnet TV show theme.
    	"Diaper boy's busted!" I heard from another student.
    	"Probably for drawing diaper pictures!"
    	"All right, that's it!" Mr. Eastman shouted. I stopped before
    leaving the classroom.
    	"Everybody close your books right now, we're having a closed-book
    quiz!"
    	"Isn't that, like, you know, a test?" one kid said, the same one
    who did the Dragnet thing. He was mocking Mr. Eastman for his using the
    word "quiz" after insisting that all quizzes were really tests.
    	"Not one more word out of you or anyone else!" Mr. Eastman
    shouted. He saw that I was still standing there by the doorway.
    	"Chris, go ahead," Mr. Eastman motioned me. As I left I could
    hear him chewing out the class for making comments about me wearing
    diapers. I was sure glad to get out of there when I could. As I walked
    up the hallway towards the office my body trembled. I just don't know
    what I could have possibly done wrong. In spite of my shaking hand I
    managed to read the slip. The name written on the slip was Dr. Austin.
    	"Doctor?" I thought to myself. "What would a doctor want to see
    me for?" I didn't even know the school had a doctor. A nurse, yes, but
    not a doctor. At least it wasn't Mr. Swain the vice principal, so this
    allowed me to heave a heavy sigh of relief.
    	I went into the office and presented the slip to the secretary.
    	"Dr. Austin will see you in a moment, have a seat," she told me.
    I took my seat as I was told, feeling my damp diaper pressing up
    against my butt as I took the farthest seat down from some other kid
    who had a long face. Apparently he was in trouble, especially when Mr.
    Swain angrily ordered him into his office.
    	"And don't give me that look, either, if you know what's good for
    you!" Mr. Swain told the upset and shaken student. I sure hoped to
    never get on Mr. Swain's bad side. He slammed his door after taking the
    student into his office. A couple minutes later a man dressed in a suit
    and tie came up from the short hallway that led to a series of other
    offices in back.
    	"Chris Barrett?" he announced as he looked at me.
    	"That would be me," I said as my voice cracked.
    	"Well, you are the only one sitting there, so you're probably
    Chris, huh?" he said, trying to put me at ease, though this didn't help
    at all. "Come on back, please."
    	Once again I was feeling nervous, not knowing what was going on.
    	"Go ahead and have a seat, Mr. Barrett," the man told me. He then
    gently shut the door, unlike Mr. Swain. He looked at me sitting there
    shaking like a leaf.
    	"Relax," he told me with a reassuring smile. "You're not in Mr.
    Swain's office."
    	"Look, uh, I don't know what this is about," I said, confused
    about the whole ordeal, just relieved that I wasn't in trouble.
    	"Mr. Barrett, my name is Dr. Austin," he said as he extended his
    hand and shook hands with me.
    	"Why am I here?" I asked. "I'm not sick or anything."
    	"No, no, Chris," he said, this time calling me by my first name.
    "I'm not a physician. I am a psychiatrist. I work for the school and I
    specialize in pediatric and adolescent psychiatric matters."
    	"So, you're a shrink?" I said.
    	Informally speaking, yes," he replied. He dispensed a cup of
    water from the water cooler he had in his office and offered it to me,
    probably because my voice was so crackly. Nervously, I accepted it.
    	"Just put yourself at ease," he said. "The reason you are here is
    because some of your teachers have reported what they feel is a
    disruptive behavior."
    	"Excuse me?" I said as I sat up, ready to get defensive.
    	"No need to get upset, Chris," he said. "Just relax and just
    listen to me."
    	"What are you going to do?" I asked.
    	"I'm going to ask you a few questions and have you perform some
    exercises."
    	"Okay," I said, thinking, "and the purpose of this is...?"
    	"Let me be up front with you and tell you what this is all about
    and why you are in here with me. Specifically, Chris, three of your
    teachers have reported to me a behavioral pattern that indicates that
    you have a very intense fascination with diapers."
    	"Yeah, I'd agree with that," I said. Dr. Austin then opened up a
    folder that he had on his desk. He had my name written on the tab. He
    pulled out a series of documents. It was a photocopy of my summer
    vacation story.
    	"For example, you wrote this story about your summer vacation,
    and all you wrote about was diapers."
    	"What else could I write about?" I interrupted. "If I didn't
    write about going to a summer camp for boys who wear diapers, or the
    fact that I was chosen to appear in diaper ads, I wouldn't have had
    anything to write about! Let's see, day one, sat on my butt and watched
    TV, day two, sat on my butt and got up to scratch it because it itches,
    day three--"
    	"Chris, please, just bear with me on this, okay?" Dr. Austin
    asked me patiently.
    	"Sorry, but I just don't understand what was so wrong with me
    writing about wearing diapers. It's who I am and what I am about. Why
    should it matter to anyone else?"
    	"Your teachers tell me that this behavior has proven to be
    disruptive in their classes," Dr. Austin said. "I read this story you
    wrote and I must say you are very zealous about wearing diapers. In
    fact, you're quite obsessed with this sort of thing."
    	"Is this confidential?" I asked, interrupting Dr. Austin.
    	"Nothing you tell me will leave this office," he told me. "Right
    now I just want to become more familiar with you and to further
    understand the basis of your behavior."
    	"So you want to ask me a bunch of questions?"
    	"That is necessary, yes," he said. "You don't have to answer all
    of my questions, or any of them if you would rather not, but I will
    assure you that nothing you specifically tell me yourself is going to
    leave this office."
    	"Before you get to thinking that I'm an abused child or anything,
    let me tell you that my home life is fine," I said. "Both my parents
    work, they don't drink, not very often anyway, they don't do drugs, my
    parents love me, and while they don't ever admit it, my sisters love
    me, too."
    	"I'm sure they do," Dr. Austin said. "We'll get to that. For now,
    just allow me to explain what I am doing and why, okay?"
    	"Okay," I said. Dr. Austin offered me another cup of water. He
    then starting writing some notes on a pad. I wanted to tell him a
    couple more things about the paper, so he let me speak some more.
    	"Did you want to elaborate on this?" he said, pointing to my
    paper.
    	"Yes, I was just going to say that, well, I am very zealous when
    it comes to wearing diapers, as you probably read in my paper. I took a
    lot of things out that I didn't want Mrs. Steck to see. Basically, I
    copied a lot of things from my diary, which has a lot of stuff in it
    that I couldn't include in a school paper. I'm just glad Mrs. Steck
    didn't see any of that."
    	"What parts did you take out?" Dr. Austin asked me.
    	I got somewhat embarrassed as I told Dr. Austin about all the
    sexual parts, such as frequent masturbation and "diaper-humping" with
    the other boys. I also left out the parts where I mentioned getting off
    on the smells of other boys' poopy diapers.
    	Dr. Austin nodded, as if he seemed to understand this. He asked
    me if I ever thought about "normal" sexual things, like girls. I told
    him I liked to think about having sex with Megan, though I didn't
    mention her name, nor did I tell him that I had actually had sex with
    her. I explained that while I enjoyed this, I found it more pleasurable
    to think about her diapering me and treating me like her little
    brother.
    	After Dr. Austin quickly scratched some more notes on his tablet
    this he presented to me the drawing that Mr. Eastman ripped out of my
    notebook. It was the drawing itself, not a photocopy. This explained
    why Mr. Eastman filed it on his desk instead of throwing it in the
    trash.
    	"I looked at this drawing that one of your teachers turned in,"
    he said. "Between this and your paper, well, Mr. Barrett, I must say
    that you are very dedicated to this particular interest."
    	"I am," I said honestly while nodding. "I always wanted to wear
    diapers while growing up, and now that I get to wear them, I enjoy
    writing about it, drawing pictures, too, anything that has to do with
    diapers. Several of my friends and even one of my cousins wears
    diapers, too. I even run a club for boys who like to wear diapers,
    well, love to wear diapers."
    	Dr. Austin made some more notes. He mentioned three teachers, so
    I was left to wonder who else reported such behavior. Before I had a
    chance to ask, Dr. Austin told me that it was Mr. Williamson, who
    mentioned that I chose a diaper advertisement for my project.
    	"Most boys would probably choose, a big truck, a favorite sports
    hero, maybe a tree, most likely a pretty girl," Dr. Austin said. "Not
    too many boys would choose to copy a diaper ad."
    	"Are you saying that most boys *don't* like to wear diapers?" I
    asked. I felt very concerned now, fearing to hear the words of a
    professional mental health specialist telling me that my theories about
    boys wanting to wear diapers were all wrong.
    	"I don't think very many boys would go so far as to choose it as
    an art project," he said.
    	"What about girls?" I asked.
    	"It wouldn't be any different for girls," he said.
    	"So, are you saying that there are just as many girls as boys who
    like to wear diapers?"
    	"This obviously concerns you very much I can tell," Dr. Austin
    said.
    	"It does," I said. "I just have always felt that wanting to wear
    diapers was something that only boys like to do."
    	"The vast majority of children who enjoy wearing diapers past-
    and I say this very loosely, 'normal diaper-wearing age', up to about
    four years old-- are boys, so you are right about that."
    	"So I'm not the only boy you have talked to about this?"
    	"No, I have dealt with many students who exhibit similar
    behavior; your case is more extreme, however."
    	"Is that bad?" I asked.
    	"It can be, depending on how it affects you and those around you,
    but if it is managed properly and everyone accepts it, it can be a very
    richly fulfilling experience."
    	"With all due respect, Dr. Austin, I'll say this right now-- I am
    very happy to be a diaper freak and I don't care what other people
    think. I'd even be comfortable to take my pants off and sit here and
    talk to you in just my diapers."
    	"No need to do that, Chris," he said and then sighed. "I know you
    probably feel like you're under a microscope, and you may feel that I
    am trying to modify your behavior, and I don't blame you for getting on
    the defensive since I know this is a very personal matter that you
    probably weren't prepared to talk to me about. Let me put you at ease
    right now by telling you that's not what I am here for and that is not
    my intent. Only you can decide if you are happy with who you are, or if
    you want to modify your own behavior, since I know that it is very
    difficult to change, perhaps impossible, as is the case with most
    sexual behaviors."
    	"So why are you talking to me about this?" I asked.
    	"The reason is because some of your teachers feel that this
    behavior is disruptive to their classes and they asked me to perform an
    evaluation on you. Most of these disruptions they reported come from
    the other students, not you. However, your choice to exhibit this
    behavior only further encourages other students to react to your
    fixation in diapers."
    	"So, you're saying I shouldn't do any more assignments on
    diapers?"
    	"Yes, I would recommend that you choose other topics when you
    have this option, Chris," Dr. Austin told me. "Is there a reason that
    you choose to carry out these interests with diapers in your
    schoolwork?"
    	"Just because I love diapers, and diapers is about all I do," I
    said.
    	"You do have other interests, besides diapers, don't you?" he
    asked me gently.
    	"Oh yeah," I said. "I love cats, I like rock music, I like some
    science fiction movies, I like computer games, things like that. If you
    think I should choose subjects not related to diapers, I can handle
    this, I think."
    	"Okay, I think, for the sake of your peers and your teachers, I
    would do this, Chris," he said. "What you do at home, however, is up to
    you."
    	"Okay," I said. thinking we were done, but we weren't.
    	"My other concern is that this behavior that you exhibit may be
    the result of your home life, and this is where I have to ask you a
    series of questions to find out more about you. Now, as I told you
    earlier, this discussion is completely confidential as far as this
    school is concerned, but in some cases I have to disclose this
    information to social workers, usually where I either suspect abuse or
    when a student admits to me that he or she is abused."
    	"You're not going to turn my parents in, are you?" I asked him as
    I sat up and clutched tightly onto the edge of his desk. Now I was very
    alarmed.
    	"I don't expect that to happen," he said. "In fact, if I
    suspected abuse I would not even have told you since this would only
    upset these students more."
    	"So why do you want to know more about me?" he asked.
    	"I need to get an understanding of your background since I will
    maintain a file, which only I will have access to. The questions that I
    will ask you will be confidential, but the series of tests that I am
    going to conduct afterwards will have the results submitted to your
    teachers and the school board, and none of these tests are indicative
    of your particular behavior."
    	"Okay," I said. I figured this was actually better than sitting
    in Mr. Eastman's class.
    	"Now, just relax and answer my questions as openly as you are
    comfortable with."
    	"Okay," I nodded, agreeing to go through this ordeal.
    	"Describe your family; tell me about each member," Dr. Austin
    started.
    	"Well, my parents have been married for eighteen years, my dad
    works as a stockbroker and my Mom is a data entry clerk at the
    Department of Transportation. I have two older sisters. The oldest is
    Lisa and she's sixteen. Cindy is fourteen. I'm the youngest one in my
    family."
    	Dr. Austin wrote some more notes, probably copying what I told
    him.
    	"How would you describe your relationship with each of your
    parents?" was the next question. I told him that I get along with them
    okay. My dad usually keeps to himself, but involves himself with family
    activities on the weekends and makes sure we are all doing well in
    school. I told him that my dad accepts the fact that I like to wear
    diapers, but it took him a little while to get to this stage. As for my
    Mom, I told him that I talk to her about my problems and trust her to
    be more understanding. She not only accepts my desire to wear diapers
    but understands that it is what makes me happy and has decided that as
    long as this doesn't harm me or others, then I should be allowed to
    enjoy my diapers.
    	"Does she know the full extent of your diaper desires?"
    	"Oh yes, she does," I said.
    	"Including all the sexual stuff?"
    	"She knows about it, but she respects my privacy. She doesn't
    know about all the specific details."
    	"What was the best thing your parents have ever done for you?"
    Dr. Austin asked me.
    	"I'd say, realizing that I wanted to wear diapers more than
    anything else in the world and no longer punishing me for it," came my
    answer. Dr. Austin copied my answer as quickly as he could legibly
    write it, which probably wasn't very readable, considering he's a
    doctor. He asked me to elaborate on how I had been punished for wearing
    diapers. When I started rambling on about my difficult toilet training
    he proceeded to the next question.
    	"What was the worst thing your parents have ever done to you?"
    came Dr. Austin's next question. I hesitated on this one for a moment.
    	"Putting me through toilet training," I said.
    	"Was all of your toilet training a bad experience for you?" Dr.
    Austin asked me.
    	"Pretty much," I said.
    	"Tell me what you remember, or what you have been told about it."
    	I didn't really know where to start on this question. I explained
    that, even for being a boy, my parents had high expectations of me to
    use the toilet because my sisters were both quick and cooperative to
    get out of diapers. I was never given any rewards or incentives to use
    the toilet and the more my parents yelled at me, the more I hated being
    expected to use the toilet. I talked about all the times I was sent to
    the bathroom to sit on the toilet, refusing to pee or poop in it until
    my parents gave up and re-diapered me just so I could pee and poop into
    the diaper instead. I didn't go into all the details, but I concluded
    my story with what was finally done to force me to part with my
    diapers. I was hoping we could move past this subject since it was
    difficult for me to talk about. Dr. Austin had one more question to ask
    me, and it wasn't an easy one to answer.
    	"What was the worst thing you remember about toilet training?"
    Dr. Austin asked. All I could do was sit there and think about the
    answer. I was afraid that if I did answer, a social worker would show
    up at our house or something like that. It took me a couple minutes to
    think of how to answer this, or if to answer at all.
    	"My dad, he chained me to the toilet one time," I said, though
    with several pauses in between words. I then started crying. Dr. Austin
    then offered me a box of facial issue.
    	"He only did this once, though," I quickly added. "He even told
    me later on that he felt very bad about it afterwards, but not right
    then, when I asked him about it a few years ago."
    	"Has he or your mom ever spanked you?" Dr. Austin asked.
    	"They did sometimes, but not very often," I said. "It hurt me
    emotionally more than physically when they did, probably because I had
    a lot of diapers on, so spanking me didn't do any good unless they hit
    me below my butt."
    	After writing some more, Dr. Austin then asked me questions about
    how I felt about wearing diapers after I was toilet trained and then
    how I started wearing diapers again. While I loved to talk about this
    with friends, talking to a shrink about it was a whole different thing,
    especially with the threat of my parents being questioned by a social
    worker hovering over this discussion. I tried to maintain my composure,
    but I eventually broke down.
    	"Don't turn my parents in!" I cried.
    	"Chris, you have convinced me that your parents love you and
    don't abuse you in any way."
    	"Even when my dad chained me to the toilet?"
    	"Your dad was a little out of line when he did that, I will say,
    but he was probably desperate at the time, and like you said, he felt
    guilty about it afterwards. Chris, I have heard stories from kids who
    have sat right there in that chair, whose stories brought tears to my
    eyes when they left my office. You are fortunate to have parents who
    love you and accept the fact that you enjoy wearing diapers. This very
    issue has come up with other students, and they aren't as fortunate as
    you are."
    	I looked at my watch and thought that the lunch bell should be
    ringing any minute, but there was still fifteen minutes left to go. Dr.
    Austin changed the subject a little and asked me what I like about
    diapers.
    	"I like how they look on me and how they feel, especially when I
    wear cloth diapers," I said. "I like using them for wetting and messing
    in. To me that feels really good, and well, it, uhh, it arouses me,
    too, especially when I see how big and thick and how high up my diapers
    come on me. I like to wear them really super thick with lots of layers
    and lots of pins in them. I love how they're plain white and look so,
    well, diaper-y"
    	"Do you change your own diapers?" he asked me while hastily
    scratching out some more notes.
    	"Most of the time my sisters do it," I said. This caused him to
    look up at me and change his course of questioning. This started a
    series of questions regarding how my sisters felt about changing my
    diapers, such as how long they have been doing it and why they did it
    most of the time instead of my Mom.
    	"Mom meant for them to change me so that I'd be more embarrassed
    about it and want to stop wearing diapers, but right away I liked it,
    even though I acted like I hated it, and I guess at first it was
    embarrassing. They thought it was gross and stinky at first, but then
    they got to enjoying it, too, and they think it's cute to see me in
    diapers all the time, although Lisa doesn't do it much anymore,
    probably because she's older now. My sisters used to tease me a lot
    about being a boy and wearing diapers when they didn't have to wear
    diapers because they were girls."
    	"How did this make you feel?"
    	"I didn't say it at first, but I liked getting all the attention
    and hearing my sisters go on about how boys belong in diapers and girls
    don't, seeing them go around wearing pants while I had to stay in thick
    diapers all the time. I liked not being able to hide my diapers and
    having to show them off all the time."
    	"How did you feel about getting changed? Obviously this meant
    having your sisters see you naked."
    	"I thought it felt good getting wiped up and all that," I said. I
    could feel my face burning red with embarrassment. "I always have an
    erection when they change me, but they don't touch me any more than
    they have to."
    	"Do you consider your relationship with your sisters to be good?"
    	"Oh yeah, I do," I said. "We fight and argue sometimes, but not
    as much as we used to, and besides, all brothers and sisters fight
    sometimes, right?"
    	"That is typical, yes," Dr. Austin said. "How do you think this
    will affect your relationship with your sisters when you reach
    adulthood?"
    	"I doubt they'll be changing my diapers then," I said. "I'm sure
    Cindy won't want to keep changing my diapers, either."
    	He then asked me if I had ever engaged in any incestuous activity
    with my sisters. He assured me that my response would be held in
    complete confidence. I told him they masturbated me a few times during
    diaper changes, but nothing beyond this ever happened.
    	The time was running out and Dr. Austin asked me a couple more
    concluding questions. The main thing was that he knew I had a good home
    life, but I think he was still concerned about my obsession with
    wearing diapers. He told me to come back after lunch so that I could
    take the tests that he told me about earlier. He then wrote me up a
    hall pass giving me just enough time to get the assignment from Mr.
    Eastman before going to lunch.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 143
    ----------------------------

    	Lunch hour came, and after standing in line pondering what I had
    just been through with Dr. Austin I took my lunch and joined the diaper
    boys at our table.
    	"You won't believe what happened to me," I said as I set my tray
    on the table.
    	"What happened?" Tony asked while stuffing a handful of greasy
    french fries smothered with ketchup into his mouth.
    	"I had to talk to this Dr. Austin guy, he's a psychologist or
    psychiatrist or something, and he told me that all my teachers are
    getting their panties in a wad because I like to write about diapers or
    draw pictures. Is that stupid or what?"
    	"Good God, really?" Luke said.
    	"What?!" Tony added, as he was just as astounded that things had
    gone to this level.
    	"Yeah, and after lunch I'm supposed to go back in and take some
    tests and shit."
    	"Tests?" Bryce asked. "Like what?"
    	"I dunno," I said. "It can't be any worse than listening to Ms.
    Watson drone on about cells and cytoplasm and nucleuses and shit,
    though."
    	"Oh wow, so maybe I should start drawing some diaper pictures,
    too," Tony said. "It would be a good way to get out of social studies
    for a day or two."
    	"I got caught drawing something like that, but Mrs. Stewart just
    pulled it away from me and didn't even look at it, just ripped it up
    and threw it away, I was so mad," Luke complained.
    	"What were you drawing?" I asked him, just because I was curious.
    	"It was a picture of several girls at a diaper-butt judging
    contest," he said.
    	"Wait a minute!" I said. "Did you say girls?"
    	"Yeah, they were the ones doing the judging," Luke explained,
    much to my relief. "It was boys who were wearing the diapers, of
    course."
    	`"Whew!" I said. "For a minute I thought we were losing you
    there, buddy."
    	"If that were the case I'd want you to send me to this Dr. Austin
    guy," Luke said. We all laughed. Luke continued telling us about his
    drawing whose life was fatefully cut short by a disapproving teacher,
    explaining that his drawing showed several boys who all stood up on a
    stage and showed their diaper butts to the audience, The audience
    consisted of all girls who had to vote on which boy had the best
    looking diaper-butt. God, how I would have wanted to see this drawing.
    It gave me an idea for something to draw, or to pass on to Derek or
    Aaron to draw.
    	"That sucks that your teacher threw it away," I said.
    	"I know," Luke replied. "I been working on it a little at a time
    in each class, and I just about had it done. I wanted to surprise you
    guys."
    	"Well, you have the rest of the school year to work on it again,"
    I said. "Did she just crumple it up, or?"
    	"She ripped it, dammit," Luke said. "Then some kid hocked loogies
    in there, and then I think someone dropped their gum in there, so I
    don't want to go digging through the trash anyway."
    	"Oh well, you can always draw another one for us," I suggested.
    Luke agreed to this and said he would do one at home over the weekend
    where he would have more time and not worry about a teacher hovering
    over him, and he'd have crayons available so that he could do it in
    color.
    	After we at lunch we went into the library to use the copy
    machine. I brought with me my copy of the first "Poopitus" story that
    Derek drew for me. Having brought a couple extra dollars with me for
    this purpose, I had enough money to make a complete set of pages to
    give to Cody and Jordan. I wished I had thought to being enough money
    to make two sets, that way each of them could have their own, but then,
    as they were twins, their mother had likely already taught them several
    lessons about sharing.
    	Before lunch hour ended, I confirmed plans with Tony for him to
    join me on Megan's bus so that he could come over with me and see the
    boys that I was babysitting. I figured it was the best thing to do,
    hoping that it would encourage him to find some diaper boy or diaper
    boys of his own to babysit.
    	After lunch hour ended I went straight back to Dr. Austin's
    office as I had been told. He assured me that I was excused from Ms.
    Watson's class for the tests. He had the tests all ready for me on the
    desk in this little room he led me into. He closed the door and told me
    that he would be in his office if I had any questions about any of the
    test exercises. I didn't need his assistance, though, as I couldn't
    believe how simple most of these tests were. For example, one of the
    tests was for me to reassemble a series of blocks with red and white
    triangles on them, divided by the diagonals of the blocks, and arrange
    them according to a series of specified patterns. There were a few
    written exercises as well, none of which had to do with diapers. In any
    case, it was ver easy and made me wish I could get a grade for it.
    	Dr. Austin thanked me for my cooperation as he wrote up a hall
    pass for me, still requiring me to spend twenty minutes in Ms. Watson's
    class. I wished the testing would have lasted long enough to take up
    the entire period.
    	"So what's going to happen now?" I asked Dr. Austin.
    	"At this point, nothing," he said. "I will analyze your test
    performance, and if I deem it necessary you may be called back for
    further tests. For now, Chris, I would just be more mindful of what you
    choose to do on your assignments and how you plan to spend idle class
    time."
    	I went to Ms. Watson's class and, after I handed her my hall pass
    she then handed me today's assignment. I then took my seat next to
    Megan.
    	"Where were you?" Megan asked me.
    	"It's a long story, I'll tell you on the bus," I said. For the
    rest of the class period I hastily started working on what I could get
    done of the assignment so that I wouldn't have so much to do when I got
    home. After Megan saw that I was rushing to finish the assignment, she
    was kind enough to slip me the answers. Since they were multiple choice
    questions, this was easy for her to do. She tapped my foot with her
    foot, one time for A, two times for B, and so on. She then slowly and
    furtively moved her chair a little closer to me and began giving me the
    answers with her very crude version of Morse code by slipping her hand
    up the back of my shirt and patting on the back of my diaper. Since we
    were in the back of the room with nobody sitting behind us, this was
    easy enough for Megan to do without getting caught.
    	"Thanks," I said to her.
    	"No problem," she whispered back as she moved her chair back to
    its former position. "I'd rather pat your diapered butt and give you
    the answers that way, anyway."
    	"So would I," I said.
    	"Do you mean, you'd rather I pat your butt, too, or you'd also
    like to pat my butt?" Megan asked.
    	"I meant I agree that I'd like for you to pat my diapered butt,"
    I clarified.
    	"I thought you meant you'd also want to pat my butt," Megan said.
    She sounded disappointed somewhat, but I couldn't tell if she was just
    kidding or not, so I quickly sought to rectify the situation.
    	"Of course I would, but you'd be without diapers, of course," I
    said, getting hard as I thought about doing this. Megan then returned a
    smile, a smile that was uniquely hers.
    	"I'd more than just pat it," I added a moment later.
    	"You pervert, you, Chris!" Megan said with her same smile, and
    not necessarily with a whisper, either. She then said, "if that were
    the case you wouldn't be wearing diapers then, either, I'm sure of
    that."
    	When Ms. Watson gave us "the eye" we decided we'd both better
    shut up before we were forced to reveal what we were talking about.
    When the class period ended Ms. Watson told us to hand our papers in.
    Since I came to class late with an excuse she told me that I could take
    the assignment home and finish it tonight. Just as I was about to tell
    Ms. Watson that I finished it and was ready to hand it in I stopped
    myself and realized that this would have been a fatal move, and Ms.
    Watson would have known for sure that Megan slipped me the answers.
    	"See you after school," I said to Megan as we parted ways for out
    seventh period classes.
    	I went into Mr. Williams' class with a sense of anxiety,
    wondering what he thought of me after I found out that he was one of my
    three teachers who felt that exhibiting my desire to wear diapers was
    an indication of a behavioral problem or something stupid like that. He
    didn't intervene like I thought he might do. I anticipated seeing him
    come up to me and tell me that I had to choose a different picture to
    use for my project, but this never happened. I just continued where I
    left off yesterday. Angela could tell that something was bothering me.
    	"Is something wrong, Chris?" she asked with a concerned tone.
    	"Well, I dunno, yeah," I said. I then explained what I had been
    through with Dr. Austin.
    	"You're not the only one who's had to talk to him about that,"
    Angela said. "They did the same thing with Todd when several kids were
    teasing him about wearing diapers."
    	"So what did they do?" I asked Angela.
    	"The kids?" she asked.
    	"No, Dr. Austin," I clarified.
    	"Asked him a bunch of questions and gave him some tests, just
    like what you went through."
    	"So did they ever talk to your parents?"
    	"No, I think they just wanted to make sure Todd wasn't being
    abused or anything like that."
    	"I don't see why it's any of their business," I said. "I mean, I
    love wearing diapers, and I don't let it bother me that everyone knows.
    And the kids don't tease me about it as much as they used to because
    they know it doesn't bother me."
    	"Well, don't let Dr. Austin bother you, Chris," Angela said with
    a smile. I thanked Angela for listening and then I went back to working
    on my assignment and finished it in time for the bell. Since Angela
    finished up early I let her look at some photographs I had brought with
    me today to show to Cody and Jordan. She looked at them and smiled,
    saying that these pictures reminded her of seeing her brother in his
    diapers when he was younger.
    	"We don't have very many pictures of Todd in his diapers," Angela
    said. "He wishes he had more of them now, but when he was little he was
    embarrassed, so I only managed to sneak a couple candid shots of him."
    	Angela them came to a couple photos that were taken of me getting
    changed, poopy butt and all.
    	"Oh my God!" Angela exclaimed while quickly turning the
    photograph over. When I realized what she had seen I told her, "it's
    okay, I'm sure I look just the same as your brother."
    	"Yeah, but still, I just wasn't prepared for it."
    	"Sorry, I should have told you those were in there."
    	"Where did you get these developed? Wouldn't you be afraid of
    someone seeing these and turning you in?" Angela asked, concerned that
    this might happen if anyone got the wrong impression about the photos.
    	"My friend Aaron's parents own a camera store where they develop
    film, so ever since I met him I've let my sisters take pictures of me
    getting my diapers changed."
    	"Who took these pictures?" Angela asked.
    	"Gina, my sister Cindy's friend," I replied. "Her brother Bryce
    is in some of these."
    	"I thought he looked familiar," Angela said. "I've seen him
    sitting with you guys at lunch." As the class, as well as the school
    day was about to end, Angela handed back the photos. By this time I had
    finished my drawing project, being sure to have captured every little
    detail and nuance in the boy's diaper in the ad.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Angela as I held it up.
    	"Looks good," she said. She then showed me hers. While I didn't
    have an appreciation for looking at adult men baring their chests, I
    did have to say that Angela did a good job on hers.
    	"Good thing I finished mine," I said. "Otherwise I might have
    only done a half-assed job on the drawing of his diapered butt. Get it,
    *half*-assed?"
    	Angela thought this was a cute little joke and laughed. At this
    time Mr. Williams came around and collected everyone's drawings. I
    caught a glance of Paul's drawing while he handed it to Mr. Williams.
    Besides not being finished, I just thought it sucked. As much as I
    wanted to tell him it sucked, I kept my mouth shut.
    	The bell then rang and I fled the classroom and headed for the
    buses. Tony and I met after school and I directed him to Megan's bus.
    When he got on Mrs. Everett, the bus driver, asked who he was.
    	"This is my friend Tony," I explained. "I hope you have room for
    him."
    	"Well, this bus is usually pretty full," Mrs. Everett said.
    	"He's just riding for today," I explained.
    	"Well, alright, just don't start bringing *all* your friends on
    this bus," Mrs. Everett said. With this, Tony and I took the seat
    across from Megan. Just as Megan greeted Tony and asked why he was
    riding with me, we were rudely interrupted by that same kid who got a
    citation on Monday for teasing me about wearing diapers.
    	"Oh great, now we got *two* diaper boys on the bus!" he shouted
    from behind us. "Everybody plug your noses, it's gonna stink really bad
    in a minute!"
    	Megan then turned around and said, "look, Charlie, if you can't
    say anything nice, then don't say anything at all!"
    	"I don't talk nice to guys who shit their pants!" Charlie
    shouted, apparently having forgotten that this was the sort of thing
    that got him into trouble the first time. Before we even left the
    school, Mrs. Everett angrily demanded that Charlie come sit in the seat
    directly behind her. Of course she wrote him another citation and gave
    him a stern warning, one more citation and he's off the bus for good.
    	"And just to make sure that doesn't happen, Charlie, this will be
    *your* seat from now on!" she added before pulling away from the
    school.
    	On the ride home I explained to Megan what had happened to me
    today, which of course Tony was already aware of by having heard me
    talk about it at lunch.
    	"That's none of their business!" Megan said indignantly.
    	"To them it is, I guess, I mean, they must think that just
    because I like to wear diapers that there's something wrong with me."
    	"Well, those who don't know you or know why you like to wear
    diapers so much just don't understand," Megan said as she patted me on
    the knee. "I, of course, understand. There's nothing wrong with you as
    far as I'm concerned."
    	Megan then turned to Tony after realizing that she had been
    shutting him out and said, "I think I have someone lined up for you to
    babysit. His name's Drew."
    	"I know, Chris already told me about him," Tony said.
    	"Oh? Okay, I guess I don't have to go over all the details then,"
    Megan said. "Are you going to do it?"
    	"Chris told me that it's just on weekends," Tony said.
    	"It is," Megan replied. "I just watch Drew when his parents need
    me, so it's not every weekend."
    	"I was hoping to get something every day after school, like Chris
    does," Tony said.
    	"So, I take it you're not interested then, "Megan said politely."
    	"Nah, but thanks for trying anyway," Tony told her
    appreciatively.
    	"No problem. I suppose Chris told you that he's potty trained
    now, too."
    	"Yeah, he did," Tony replied.
    	After a pause, Megan realized that her sentence could have been
    taken to mean that I was potty trained, which was certainly not the
    case and never will be. With this, she clarified her statement and
    added, "I meant, the boy I babysit is potty trained, that is, not
    Chris."
    	"I should hope not!" Tony exclaimed.
    	"Well, to be honest, Tony, I didn't think you'd go for this one,"
    Megan said. "I knew you'd want something more steady, and I know you'd
    like to babysit a boy who's still in diapers, I mean, an older boy,
    like five or older."
    	"Yeah, and I bet me and Chris have found every boy in the
    neighborhood past the age of four still in diapers," Tony said.
    	"Maybe, maybe not," Megan said, trying to lift what appeared to
    be his waning spirits. "They're probably all around us, but we just
    never see them out in the open like you and Chris do, and it's you guys
    who bring them all out of the woodwork, so to speak. Most boys don't go
    around in just their diapers or talk about it, you know. You have to
    give me credit for at least trying to get one more boy in our
    neighborhood to wear diapers."
    	"Really, who?" Tony asked. "You mean the boy you were
    babysitting?"
    	"My brother Scott," Megan said. "I planted one of Chris's diapers
    in his underwear drawer to see if he would use it, but he never did, so
    I gave it back to Chris." Megan then winked at me. I knew she wanted to
    say more about this since she gave me more than just my diaper back at
    the time.
    	"I have a feeling the only reason he didn't want to try it is
    because he knew I put it there," Megan said. "Otherwise he would have
    used it."
    	"So, you have any other babysitting prospects for me?" Tony asked
    Megan.
    	"A couple of girls, maybe, but I don't think you'd have too much
    fun with them, and of course, they're potty trained, and if they
    weren't, I don't suppose you'd enjoy changing them."
    	"Nah," Tony said. "Nothing against little girls-- hell, I have a
    little sister and she's great, as sisters go,-- but I'd have more fun
    playing with a boy, and a boy is more likely to be in diapers."
    	"True, but you may have to lower your expectations a little,"
    Megan advised Tony. "I mean, even though neither you nor Chris has ever
    set foot in one of them at school for almost four years now, you surely
    remember that they do provide bathrooms for the boys, too, and most
    boys do use the toilet sooner or later."
    	"Maybe so, but if there weren't a lot of boys out there wearing
    diapers they wouldn't be selling so many diapers there at Kidz
    Klothez," I said.
    	"How do you know it's all boys?" Megan asked. "Sorry to be a
    devil's advocate, but surely there has to be a few girls whose moms
    come in to buy diapers for them, too."
    	"Okay, I won't say it's *all* boys. I admit that would not be
    realistic, but I have read enough magazines and articles on toilet
    training, bedwetting and encopresis to know that chances are more
    likely that a diaper wearer past the age of four is going to be a boy."
    	"I'm sure you have," Megan said.
    	"I did ask Mary about it one time, too," I added. "She said that
    the majority of parents who buy diapers in her department buy them for
    boys, and she also said that virtually all of their Thickies diapers
    have been sold for boys. They even stopped making pink plastic pants
    already because of the lack of demand. She says girls just don't want
    to wear anything any thicker than they need to and don't like to show
    them off like boys do, for the few who need to wear them in the first
    place."
    	"I'm sorry, Chris, I know that's one of your hot buttons I just
    pushed," Megan apologized.
    	"That's alright," I said. "You can push my hot buttons any time."
    	"You just can't get your mind out of the gutter, can you, Chris?"
    Megan replied while playfully smacking me in the face. Megan then
    returned her attention to Tony.
    	"If you want a boy over four years old in diapers to babysit you
    can always have Chris here," Megan said as she put her arms around me.
    "He's over five, and, last I checked, he's in diapers. In fact, I'll
    check again."
    	Megan then pulled up my shirt and saw my diaper sticking up above
    my pants.
    	"Yep, he's still in diapers!" Megan said with a smile as she
    patted the front of my diaper where it covered my stomach.
    	"We babysit each other," Tony said before realizing the double
    entendre in this statement, causing Tony to blush. I think he just
    meant to say that we changed each other's diapers, although we have had
    a few rump romps in the shower.
    	"So I've heard," Megan replied. We were approaching Megan's bus
    stop when I remembered to give Megan the printout of my diaper diary
    entries from last weekend, which I promised to Megan yesterday. I
    zipped open my book bag and pulled out the printouts. Megan also saw
    the envelope of photographs in my book bag while I was rummaging
    through it. She picked them up and asked if she could look at them.
    	"Sure," I said. "There isn't anything in there you haven't
    already seen anyway."
    	"What, you took pictures of yourself naked or something?" Megan
    asked.
    	"A couple of them, yeah," I said. "They show me getting a diaper
    change, but most of them are just several pictures of me in my diapers
    that Lisa and Cindy took of me from the last roll of film."
    	"What did you bring these pictures with you for?" Megan asked.
    	"To show the boys," I said. "They wanted to see what I look like
    in my cloth diapers."
    	"Ahh," Megan replied. "Maybe you should just wear them to school
    and then go over to the boys' house in your cloth diapers after
    school," Megan said with a smile.
    	"Good idea, but the school has a certain clause in its dress code
    requiring pants, you know, which I can't wear over my cloth diapers."
    	"I knew *that*, silly," Megan said. "I just like the thought of
    seeing your butt in cloth diapers," Megan commented.
    	"You got plenty of pictures to help feed those thoughts," I said
    as I pointed to the envelope of photos that Megan was holding.
    	"How about you bring your cloth diapers with you to school and
    then I can change you into them after school before you go see the
    boys?" Megan suggested. "I could even go with you and do it there if
    you like."
    	While I thought this was a good idea, I didn't want to have to
    explain to my Mom when she picked me up who diapered me into my cloth
    diapers. I knew she'd never believe me if I told her that the twin boys
    diapered me, so I had to reject this idea, too, as fun as it was to
    think about.
    	"I could come back and change you back out of them before your
    mom showed up," Megan suggested. She was serious about this. As much as
    I would have liked her doing this, I just couldn't let her.
    	"Then I'd have to haul a bunch of wet and poopy diapers home and
    my Mom would smell them," I said.
    	"So? How would she know the smell was coming from your wet and
    dirty diapers? She'd probably think it was just your stinky butt and
    you need a change or something," Megan said.
    	"Then I'd have to explain why my diaper's so clean when it came
    time for me to get changed. I might even still be dry by that time."
    	"You think of everything, don't you, Chris?" Megan said, seeing
    that I had a reason to reject her ideas. "I guess since I don't wear
    diapers and I don't have any brothers who wear diapers, I don't think
    of all those other things that could happen."
    	Megan then began to look at the photos. She rapidly thumbed
    through them as she was probably trying to find the ones of me getting
    a diaper change. The photos came from a 36-exposure roll and the last
    three of them showed me getting my butt and my balls wiped clean by
    Cindy. Megan looked at these for several seconds each, hovering over
    them to keep the kids in the seat behind us from seeing them, and then
    quickly put the photos away and handed them back to me as the bus came
    squealing to a stop. We then got off the bus. As we walked past Charlie
    he scowled at us and exhibited his middle finger, holding it close to
    his body as to not get the bus driver's attention. As much as I wanted
    to reciprocate the gesture, I didn't want to get in trouble on the bus,
    so after we were off the bus we mocked Charlie, hoping he could see us
    after Mrs. Everett pulled away. I held my middle finger up and examined
    it closely.
    	"A middle finger? Hey, I have one of those, too!" I said in a
    sarcastic voice. Tony did the same thing, holding up both hands with
    both middle fingers extended and said, "I don't know about you, Chris,
    but I have *two* middle fingers!" Megan then laughed.
    	On the walk towards her house Megan asked if she could look at my
    photos again, so I handed them back to her. She looked at them while
    walking, looking up every few seconds to make sure she didn't walk into
    a pole or something. This time she looked at the ones she skipped over
    while on the bus in order to see the pictures of me getting changed.
    She giggled as she looked at all the different poses and positions my
    sisters caught me in wearing my diapers.
    	"Can I have copies of these?" Megan asked.
    	"Sure," I said. "I'll take the negatives to Aaron and ask him how
    much it would cost to run a set of duplicates."
    	Megan then thought of another idea that would allow her to diaper
    me in my cloth diapers without my mom finding out.
    	"How's that?" I asked.
    	"You could just go back home after school and then stuff your
    book bag full of diapers and then come over on your bike, and I'll go
    with you to diaper you at the boys' house."
    	"That might work," I said as I thought about how much time I
    would have. "I just hope I can get to the boys' house before they get
    home, so I'd probably have to haul some diapered butt to get over
    there. I'll ask my Mom if I can do this, that way she won't have to
    come pick me up every night."
    	Megan then asked us if we thought Jay might be interested in
    babysitting Drew, the boy she was originally offering to turn over to
    Tony.
    	"He might," I said. "But he can never leave the house."
    	"Why's that?" Megan asked.
    	"His mom makes him wear a *lot* more underwear at home than at
    school, and the only reason he doesn't wear as much at school is
    because he has to wear pants there. When he's home he can't go anywhere
    because he can't wear his pants since he has to wear several dozen
    pairs of underwear. They're almost as thick as my cloth diapers."
    	"That never stopped *you* from going out in your diapers," Megan
    said.
    	"No, but Jay's too shy about it, and besides, he couldn't go
    babysitting without having some pants to wear. Besides, it is the
    middle of September and pretty soon it will be too cold to go outside
    in diapers anyway."
    	"That's true," Megan acknowledged. "Too bad we don't live in
    Florida or Arizona."
    	When Megan mentioned Arizona I remembered that I still hadn't
    heard back from anyone in the Phoenix chapter of D.B.A. Megan saw me
    entrenched in thought and asked me what I was thinking about.
    	"You just reminded me about something," I said.
    	"What?" Megan asked, being curious.
    	"You mentioned Arizona, and a couple weeks ago my dad was telling
    me about this guy he went to school with who wore diapers. My dad made
    fun of him for it, but when he met this guy at his class reunion he
    apologized for doing this and told him that he has a son who wears
    diapers."
    	"That's nice," Megan said. "But what does this have to do with
    Arizona?"
    	"That's where he's living now, at least a few years ago he was,"
    I said. "My dad told me that this guy has a son of his own who wears
    diapers, so I wrote to the Phoenix chapter of D.B.A. to find out if
    anyone there knows of this kid. I haven't heard back from anyone yet."
    	Megan just nodded as she understood what I was thinking about. I
    then changed the subject back to this boy that Megan was now offering
    to Jay to babysit.
    	Where does Drew live anyway?" I asked Megan.
    	"He lives on Pueblo Street," Megan replied. "It's in that crappy
    neighborhood across from the school, though their house has been fixed
    up and it's one of the nicer houses over there."
    	"That's where Jay lives!" I said.
    	"Yeah, that would be *perfect* for Jay!" Tony said. "He wouldn't
    have to go far, and maybe he can get this toilet-training graduate to
    lose his degree, if you know what I mean!"
    	I agreed with Tony and thought of what it would be like for Jay
    to suggest to this kid that he can still wear diapers by putting on all
    his underwear.
    	"I'll talk to Jay about it tomorrow," I said. By this time we
    were in front of Megan's house. I made sure Megan had my printout of my
    "diaper-y" entries from last weekend.
    	"I'll give this back tomorrow," Megan said.
    	"Keep it," I said. "I can always print more."
    	With this, Megan waved and blew me a kiss as Tony and I parted
    ways with Megan.
    	"Have fun, guys," Megan shouted to us before going into her
    house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 144
    ----------------------------

    	"What did Megan mean by what she said?" Tony asked me once we
    were alone and away from Megan.
    	"Mean by what?" I asked.
    	"When she said, 'so I heard'?"
    	"She was just kidding, I'm sure," I said.
    	"I hope so, because I just don't want it to get it found out at
    school that I'm gay," Tony said.
    	"The only way to do that is to at least pretend that you like
    girls," I said.
    	"That's hard to do," Tony said. "I mean, Megan's nice as a
    friend, but I just don't think about having sex with her or anything
    like that, like you do. Think of what it would be like if you had to
    pretend that you liked to think about girls wearing diapers. That's
    what it would be like for me to pretend that I like girls at all."
    	"I understand," I said to Tony as I patted him on the shoulder.
    	"Look, Chris, sorry that I've been such an ass about this whole
    babysitting thing," Tony apologized, again, especially when he caught
    himself getting short with me over what Megan said.
    	"Hey, it's alright," I assured him. "To be honest, I think I'd
    feel the same way, and like you, I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings
    by telling you that I was jealous."
    	"I know," Tony said. "Maybe after I meet the boys you babysit
    this will lift my spirits and motivate me."
    	"I'm sure it will," I said. "And I have a feeling there's a boy
    out there who needs a diaper boy just like you to wipe his poopy butt
    and change his diapers and tell him how much fun diapers are to wear. I
    mean, those of us in the club aren't the only ones getting Thickies
    diapers down there at Kidz Klothez and getting them put on our butts."
    	I then apologized to Tony for making him feel like he was a third
    wheel since Megan and I mostly spoke to each other on the way home.
    	"Don't worry about it," Tony assured me. "I know that you and
    Megan are closer friends with each other than she is to me."
    	During the rest of the walk Tony looked at the photos I had
    brought with me. He wanted to get some pictures of me and him changing
    each other's diapers. I told him we could probably do something like
    this over the weekend during our planned sleepover. A couple minutes
    later we got to the boys' house and went inside and waited for them to
    get home from school. A few minutes after Tony and I arrived the boys'
    bus pulled up and the two boys hopped off the bus, glad to be home now.
    They came in through the front door and then, after setting down their
    book/diaper bags they came into the kitchen.
    	"Hi Chris!" Cody greeted me first.
    	"Hi Chris!" Jordan echoed his twin brother.
    	"Hey guys," I said, having already prepared ahead of time a plate
    of cookies and two glasses of milk for them.
    	"Who's he?" Jordan asked when he looked at Tony.
    	"This is my friend Tony," I introduced him. Tony and the two
    little boys exchanged greetings.
    	"Do you wear diapers?" Jordan asked Tony.
    	"Of course I do," Tony said proudly. Tony then stood up and
    lifted his shirt to show his disposable diaper.
    	"Your diaper's really big just like Chris' diaper!" Cody said
    with a mouthful of partially chewed cookies.
    	"It's a Thickies, they're the biggest and the thickest," Tony
    said.
    	"Speaking of diapers, how is everyone's diaper?" I asked while
    masticating a mouthful of cookies myself.
    	"Wet and poopy!" Jordan answered.
    	"Me, too!" Cody followed.
    	"Me three!" I added.
    	"Me four!" Tony jumped in.
    	"Okay guys, you got two of us today, so there's no deciding who
    goes first," I said.
    	"No, but we still have to decide who changes whom," Tony said.
    	"That's easy," I said. "I'm blonde, and so is Cody, so I will
    change him. Jordan's got brown hair like you do, Tony, so you can get
    him."
    	"Okay, that works," Tony agreed. With this, the two boys raced to
    their bedroom, having removed the straps of their overalls from their
    shoulders on the way. Cody was already out of his overalls by the time
    I got to his room and Jordan was still taking his off. The boys planted
    their soiled, diapered butts on their changing pads and spread their
    legs out.
    	"I like getting my diapers changed, now that you're here, Chris,"
    Cody said with a smile that indicated that the tooth fairy had recently
    paid him a visit.
    	"Thanks," I said.
    	"Yeah, Irene didn't like changing us and she always pulled her
    shirt up over her nose and said 'eww gross, I wish you didn't have to
    wear diapers,'" Jordan added as he demonstrated what Irene did with her
    shirt.
    	"And then she told us we had to wear our pants and said it's
    indecent for us not to, saying that it's like going around in your
    underwear."
    	"Girls have a thing about going around in their underwear," I
    said. "At least my sisters did. Before I got put into diapers I went
    around in my underwear all the time because I didn't like to wear
    pajamas. My sisters never went around in their underwear, so like
    diapers, this is a boy's thing, too, so I don't think there's anything
    wrong with going around in your underwear."
    	"Our DIAPERS are our underwear!" Cody said as he pointed to the
    dirty, soaked diaper that I had yet to remove.
    	"Actually, when you think about it, it's only underwear if you
    also wear something over it. So for me, my underwear is my diapers,
    especially because I wear diapers underneath my other diapers, and I
    wear diapers underneath those, and more diapers underneath those, and,
    more diapers underneath those diapers, and--"
    	"Whoa, you wear a lot of diapers, huh?" Cody said.
    	"I sure do. In fact, I brought some pictures of me in my cloth
    diapers to show you boys. We'll do that as soon as I get your poopy,
    stinky butt wiped up and into a fresh clean DIAPER!"
    	Cody couldn't wait to see the pictures and Jordan was just as
    excited to see how big and thick my cloth diapers are.
    	"How's Tony doing over there, Jordan?"
    	"He's doing good!" Jordan replied. Tony smiled as he kept wiping
    around Jordan's little balls, keeping his little penis stiff in the
    process.
    	"Yeah, I betcha those girls had no idea that you boys like being
    changed and diapered," Tony said.
    	Once the diapering was done the boys got up and ran out of the
    room.
    	"I see they're just as happy about diapers as we are," Tony said
    to me.
    	"They are," I said as I began to take my own pants off. "Their
    mom's really cool, too. She knows how much boys love to be in diapers.
    I haven't met her husband yet, but he wears diapers, too, and instead
    of potty training the boys, he told them how much more fun it is to
    wear diapers, and they agree."
    	"You sure lucked out on this one," Tony said. I could sense his
    jealousy coming back to the surface.
    	"Yeah, I did," I said. "But that doesn't mean there aren't other
    boys out there wearing diapers."
    	"I know, and I shouldn't have said anything about it," Tony said.
    	"Nothing will happen until we get that ad made and posted in a
    few places," I said. "Come on, kick off your pants and relax awhile."
    	With this, Tony stripped off his pants and tossed them onto the
    pile that was started by the two boys and was added to by my pants.
    	"You need a change, Chris," Tony said as he pointed out my
    sagging, soaked diaper.
    	"So do you, let's go change either other," I said.
    	Tony and I joined the boys out in the front room. They were just
    watching TV and minding themselves while Tony and I each went to our
    book bags and pulled out a diaper for ourselves. Even though they were
    both Thickies disposable diapers and were in the same size, we
    exchanged diapers since we were going to put them on each other.
    	"Are you guys gonna change your diapers, too?" Jordan asked.
    	"Yep, we sure are," I said. I told Tony to turn around and show
    his butt to the boys.
    	"We'll let you guys pick which one of us needs a diaper change
    first."
    	"You do, Chris!" Cody shouted. "Your butt's all big and sagging!"
    	"Isn't mine?" Tony asked them.
    	"Yeah, but not as much," Jordan said.
    	"Looks like you get to change me first," I said to Tony. He went
    back into the boys' bedroom and brought out one of the changing pads
    and then set it down on the living room floor. I assumed the position
    and Tony went to work. The boys immediately lost interest in their
    cartoon and found watching Tony take my diaper off to be much more
    interesting. When Tony had my diaper off completely he exposed my big
    hard-on, which immediately popped straight up once it escaped the
    confinement of my diaper.
    	"You have a big wienie!" Cody said.
    	"You look like my dad when I see him in the shower," Jordan
    added.
    	"Of course," I said. "When you get to be our age your wienie gets
    a lot bigger, as well as your nuts. Of course it's big now because I'm
    getting my diaper changed."
    	"Why does it get big like that?" Cody asked.
    	"That's because your weinie is very sensitive to being touched,
    and it feels good when you get changed. Also, if you like to wear
    diapers, it gets big when you see pictures of other boys in diapers or
    other boys, and when you think about diapers, or read a story about
    diapers or draw a picture of a boy in diapers, it gets big."
    	"But why does it do that?" Cody asked.
    	"Well, it's not easy to explain to you now, but when you get
    older you'll understand," I said. "For now, just be happy that you are
    a boy and get to feel how good it feels to be in diapers."
    	"So it's supposed to do that?" Cody asked.
    	"Oh yes, it's natural, all boys do that. It's called an erection,
    but you can call it a hard-on, a boner, a stiffie, a woodie, there's
    lots of names for it, but I wouldn't use any of them around your
    parents."
    	The boys watched closely as they saw how much of a mess there was
    inside my diaper.
    	The boys watched closely as they saw how much of a mess there was
    inside my diaper and then giggled when I let out a couple of farts
    while Tony cleansed my butt out. They continued to watch Tony diaper me
    and then they watched me do the same with Tony. When it was all over
    with four very wet and poop-smothered diapers went into the trash.
    	Next I went to my book bag and pulled out the photos I had
    brought with me for the very purpose of showing them to the boys. As I
    expected, the boys' were astounded when they saw how big my cloth
    diapers are.
    	"I wanna show this to my Mom and ask her if she can get me some
    diapers like these," Cody said.
    	"Oh yeah?" I asked. "What do you like about them?"
    	"They look really big and thick and I bet they feel real good."
    	"And you can pee and poop a LOT in them, huh?" Jordan added. The
    boys asked me several more questions about my cloth diapers, and I
    happily answered all of their questions in thorough detail. Their
    interest in my cloth diapers tested the upper limits of any six-year-
    old's attention span. Cody then started giggling and feeling himself
    down below as I could hear his hand working over the front of his
    diaper. I asked him what he was thinking.
    	"My wienie gets big when I look at your pictures," he said. I
    just smiled and let him and Jordan look the pictures over some more.
    They asked me about the girls in the photos and I told them that they
    were my sisters and that they change my diapers, at least Lisa did
    until recently.
    	"Why did she stop?" Jordan asked.
    	"I dunno, I guess she felt like she was getting too old to change
    her brother's diapers. She's too busy with other things now anyway."
    	Next I showed the boys the copies I made of Derek's first
    "Poopitus" cartoon. Both boys looked at the pages at the same time,
    having spread them out on the floor. They were laughing at seeing all
    the poop that Derek had drawn coming out of the boy's butt before he
    got diapered. Then they laughed at how big the diapers were.
    	"I wish I could have gotten you some color copies," I said. "Then
    the pages would be all brown instead of black."
    	Apparently the boys didn't seem to mind this little shortcoming.
    They just giggled and took turns reading the captions aloud.
    	"So you guys like that story?" I asked them.
    	The boys were still laughing and their faces were both red. Cody
    then said, "We think it's funny!"
    	"Look at all the POOP! It's EVERYWHERE!" Jordan said, pointing
    out the way Derek drew poop splatters all over the walls.
    	"Is poopitus for real?" Cody asked.
    	"It could be," I said. "Ever get a really bad case of diarrhea?"
    	"I get diarrhea a lot," Cody said. "But it doesn't get all over
    the walls like that!" The boy then started bursting with laughter
    again.
    	"I get diarrhea a lot, too!" Jordan said. "I can even spell
    diarrhea! D-I-A-R-R-H-E-A!"
    	"Very good, boys," I said, being that I was thoroughly familiar
    with the spelling of this word. "Can you spell encopresis?"
    	"Enco- what?" Cody asked, giving me a confused look.
    	"What's that?" Jordan also wanted to know.
    	"Encopresis is where you poop all the time and you can't control
    it."
    	"So it's like poopitus?" Jordan asked.
    	"Kind of," I said. "Poopitus is like having permanent diarrhea
    and encopresis at the same time."
    	I then wrote out the word ENCOPRESIS on a piece of paper in big
    letters and told the boys how to say it. A minute later both boys were
    saying the word over and over. They even remembered how to spell it.
    Tony and I just loved hearing the voices of two six-year-old boys
    saying words like encopresis and diarrhea, as well as the word diaper
    of course.
    	For the rest of the afternoon Tony and I played with the boys in
    the back yard. We played in the dirt pit and then ran around the yard
    with them, playing diaper-butt tag, requiring the person who was "it"
    to slap the boy's diaper butt in order to tag them. any other form of
    contact did not count. After we got tired of this I asked the boys if
    they had any other games they liked to play.
    	"We got Connect 4 and checkers and Hungry Hippos and a couple
    others," Jordan said.
    	"Do you guys have Twister?" Tony asked, just before I did, so
    obviously we were both thinking the same thing.
    	"No, what's that?" Jordan asked.
    	"You don't know what Twister is?" I asked incredulously. "It a
    game where you all get on this mat with colored dots, and you spin this
    pointer, which lands on a color that tells you where you have to stick
    your hands and feet. It's really fun because you get to crawl all over
    each other and feel each other's diapers."
    	"I wanna get that game!" Cody said. "Maybe we can ask my Mom to
    get it for our birthday."
    	"When is your birthday?" I asked the boys.
    	"October 23," Jordan said.
    	"Mine, too!" Cody said.
    	"I should hope so," I said. "After you, you guys *are* twins."
    	"Hey, that's *my* birthday!" Tony exclaimed.
    	"And my Mom's birthday," I added, which of course Tony already
    knew.
    	"Are you guys gonna have a party?" I asked them.
    	"Mom said she might take us to pizza and ice cream or something,
    but we don't have any friends from school to invite."
    	"That's too bad," I said.
    	"They don't like us because we wear diapers," Cody said
    dejectedly. I could understand his feelings. It was a high price to pay
    for wearing diapers.
    	"Tell you what," Tony said. "You guys can come to my birthday
    party. We'll have all the other boys there and it'll be lots of fun."
    	"Yeah!" both Cody and Jordan exclaimed as they looked at each
    other.
    	I then thought of asking the boys if they knew a kid named Derek
    Brooks at their school.
    	"No," Cody said. "I know a Derek, but he's a poopyhead."
    	"What makes him a poopyhead?" I asked Cody.
    	"Because he says that I stink all the time for wearing diapers."
    	"He's just jealous because you get to wear diapers and he
    doesn't," Tony said, trying to make Cody feel better.
    	"They don't know what they're missing out on," I added.
    	"So who's Derek?" Jordan asked.
    	"He's the one who drew that cartoon I just gave to you. He lives
    next door to me. Last night I told him about you guys. He's in the
    second grade."
    	"Oh," Jordan said. I could understand his apprehension. When
    you're only six years old, a second grader sounds like a really big
    person.
    	"But he loves to wear diapers just as much as you guys and me and
    Tony do," I said. "I was hoping maybe he'd find you guys on the
    playground."
    	"What's he look like?" Jordan asked.
    	"He's got brownish-blonde hair," I said. "But then so do a lot of
    kids. Just look for a second-grade boy with a big-looking butt and
    you'll probably spot him."
    	"But what if it's not him?" Cody asked.
    	"Well, if he has a big butt, then he's wearing diapers anyway and
    you might make friends with him."
    	"Why not just have them ask Derek's teacher?" Tony suggested.
    "What his teacher's name?"
    	"Mrs. Cray," I said. "She was my second grade teacher, too."
    	"Mine, too," Tony added. "Some of the kids like to call her Mrs.
    Crap, but those were just the ones who get in trouble all the time
    anyway, she's really nice. Do you know who she is?"
    	"Yeah, we do," the boys said.
    	The time was starting to approach when Sue was expected to come
    home soon, and soon afterwards, my Mom would stop by to pick me up.
    Shortly after six o'clock Sue came through the door. She greeted me and
    started to ask me how the boys were today, but then she stopped when
    she saw that Tony was there, too.
    	"I wasn't expecting to see two of you here," Sue said as she
    looked at Tony standing before her in a diaper. "I see you're a diaper
    boy, too."
    	"My name's Tony," he said. "I just came over with Chris to meet
    the boys he told me about."
    	"I don't mind," Sue said. "But I can only pay Chris to babysit."
    	"That's all right," Tony said. "I'm hoping to start babysitting,
    too, like Chris. You don't know anyone who needs a sitter by any
    chance, do you?"
    	"There's a few ladies who need sitters on the weekends and
    sometimes during weeknights," Sue said.
    	"Anyone you know who needs a sitter after school?" Tony asked.
    	"There was this one lady, but she found somebody to do it for
    her," Sue said. "Sorry."
    	"Do you know anything about the kid?"
    	"Yeah, it was for a seven-year-old girl," Sue said. Tony waved
    his hand before him, gesturing his dismissing any disappointment he
    would have felt otherwise had it been a boy.
    	"I don't think she would have been a good match for you, since
    you're a boy and you obviously wear diapers, too. By the way, my name's
    Sue."
    	"Pleased to meet you, Sue," Tony replied.
    	"Hey Mommy!" Cody came running into the kitchen. "Guess what?"
    	"What's that?" his mom asked him. Jordan came running in
    afterwards, carrying a sheet of paper.
    	"We learned a new word today!" Cody exclaimed.
    	"What word did you learn?" their mother asked. At the same time,
    both boys said "ENCOPRESIS!"
    	"You must have learned that one from Chris," their mother said.
    	"Yeah, he told us that it means pooping all time and having
    diarrhea!" Jordan said.
    	"I can even spell it, too!" Cody said. He then recited the
    letters in the correct order.
    	"Very good, son," his mom said. She then turned to me and, half-
    jokingly said, "I hope you haven't been teaching him any *other*
    related words."
    	"I haven't," I said with a confident smile.
    	"You mean shi-?" Cody started to say.
    	"Yes, Cody, that one," his mother stopped him. "We say poop,
    okay?"
    	"Okay," Cody accepted. "Why is that a bad word?"
    	"It just is, dear," she said. "It's a word for only grown-ups to
    use. And even they use it too much. Some people don't like hearing that
    word."
    	Jordan had run back into the bedroom again to bring out the
    copies of Derek's "Poopitus" cartoon and showed it to his mom.
    	"What this?" she asked. "Did you guys draw this?"
    	"No, Chris brought it with him," Jordan replied. His mom looked
    through it.
    	"The boy with Poopitus," Sue said as she read the cover page and
    then read through it.
    	"I guess I'd have to be a boy to understand," Sue said as she
    handed the papers back to Jordan. "I bet your father would even like to
    see this."
    	"Maybe he can read it to us as a bedtime story tonight!" Cody
    suggested.
    	"Ask him and I bet you he would," Sue said.
    	"When's your mom going to come?" Tony asked me. When he asked
    this I heard my Mom's car out on the street.
    	"About right now," I said. With this, Tony and I picked up our
    pants and carried them out draped over our shoulders. We then grabbed
    our book bags and went out to the car. A few kids who hadn't seen us
    before were playing in the adjacent yards. Needless to say they stared
    and laughed when they saw Tony and I wearing just our diapers and
    carrying our pants.
    	"Hi, Mom," I said.
    	"What's Tony doing here?" she asked.
    	"He came over with me after school," I said.
    	"Yeah, I hope you don't mind dropping me off," Tony said.
    	"I've got supper waiting at home," Mom said.
    	"Fine, then maybe Tony can join us for dinner," I said.
    	"I guess," Mom sighed.
    	"Is something wrong, Mom?" I asked her.
    	"Yes, Chris, this picking you up every day and having to put
    dinner on hold just isn't working," Mom said. "When you get home your
    diaper is usually wet and messy and then we have to wait for Cindy to
    change you into your cloth diapers. Dad's usually grouchy by then from
    traffic and he doesn't want to wait to eat."
    	"Well, funny that you mention that," I said to Mom.
    	"What do you mean?" Mom asked.
    	"I thought it might be easier, too, if I just came home like
    before, and then ride my bike over."
    	"That was just the thing I was going to suggest," Mom said. "I'm
    sure you can make it there in time as long as you don't have a hundred
    diapers on you and weighing your butt down."
    	Tony laughed when Mom said this. He then thanked my Mom for
    letting him stay and have dinner with us.
    	"I'll need to call my Mom and ask her," Tony said. I then got to
    thinking that maybe Tony could stay for a sleepover and ask his mom
    while he was at it. I felt that with what he had been through with his
    feelings of jealousy I would feel better if we had some more time
    together tonight. After thinking about it and hemming and hawing I
    asked Mom if Tony could stay for the night.
    	"Well, before I say yes to that, there was something else I
    wanted to talk to you about first," Mom said.
    	"Uh oh," I thought as I felt my stomach drop, wondering what it
    was that Mom wanted to discuss. Whatever it was, it didn't sound good.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 145
    ----------------------------

    	While stopped at a stop sign, mom reached into her purse and
    pulled out an envelope.
    	"This came in the mail today," she said as she gave me the
    envelope, which had already been opened. It came from the school and
    was addressed "to the parents of: Christopher James Barrett". I pulled
    out the contents and discovered that it was a photocopy of that drawing
    I had done in Mr. Eastman's class! "That prick!" I thought to myself
    disgustedly as he just couldn't seem to give this matter a rest.
    Enclosed with it was a neatly handwritten note from Mr. Yeast Infection
    himself: (yeah, it was a stretch to call him that, but at the time I
    couldn't think of anything else).

    Dear Mr. and Mrs. Barrett,

    I have enclosed a copy of a drawing which I caught your son Chris
    working on in my class during one of my lessons. My purpose for sending
    this to you is to inform you that your son is violating my classroom
    standards of conduct and is not performing to my expectations. The
    enclosed drawing copy is evidence of his failure to pay attention. This
    is not the only occasion in which Chris has engaged in such activities
    where his attention is diverted elsewhere and concentrated on matters
    irrelevant to the lesson. While I do not accept having students working
    on any sort of drawing, writing or other projects, even if they are
    assignments from other classes, I was especially disturbed by the
    content that was depicted in Chris' drawing.

    I maintain very high standards for my students and I expect them to
    give me their full, undivided attention at all times. My advice to you
    as parents would be to counsel your son in regards to this matter, both
    for his personal and academic benefit, as his behavior is interfering
    with his performance and the performance of others in my class; it is
    very disruptive. Thank you.

    Sincerely,

    Thomas R. Eastman

    	"Oh for Chri-crying out loud!" I exclaimed after I finished
    reading it and tucked it back into the envelope. With Mom there I
    didn't think she would have appreciated hearing what I really wanted to
    say.
    	"What is it?" Tony asked me.
    	"Here, read it," I said as I tossed the envelope behind me into
    the backseat. Tony pulled out the drawing copy and the note and read it
    while I talked to Mom.
    	"I'm sorry, Mom," I said as I suddenly felt guilty.
    	"I think we need to talk about your performance in Mr. Eastman's
    class before I let Tony stay over with you."
    	"You mean tonight?"
    	"I mean this weekend, I don't want Tony staying there tonight."
    	"Aww, mom," I groaned. At this time Mom pulled into the driveway.
    	"Does dad know about this?" I asked.
    	"Not yet, but he will if you don't get your act together in that
    class," Mom stated sternly. "We'll talk about it after I run Tony
    home."
    	"He's still staying for dinner, isn't he?" I asked.
    	"Only because I really don't have time to run him home now," Mom
    said in a huff. When we got out of the car Mom asked Tony to give her
    the envelope. She tucked it away in her purse, out of Dad's view,
    hopefully for good.
    	Mom told Tony and me to go wash our hands and join them at the
    table. Tony and I went into the bathroom and used this couple minutes
    we'd have alone to talk about Mr. Yeast Infection snitching to my
    parents.
    	"What an ass, that Mr. Eastman!" Tony exclaimed as he briefly
    recounted what he read in the note. "What do you think's gonna happen?"
    	"I dunno, but I hate that fucking class anyway," I grumbled as I
    lathered up the soap in between my hands. "I hate to think that I'd
    have to give up running the diaper club because of some asswipe teacher
    who makes a boring class even more boring."
    	"Well, tell me what your mom says, okay?" Tony told me. "If your
    mom won't let you call me tonight I'll understand, and you can tell me
    tomorrow."
    	Before Tony and I left the bathroom I looked at the toilet and
    said, "well, hello there, stranger!" Tony laughed at this. Tony and I
    then went out to the dinner table. Since Lisa was gone tonight working
    Tony took the chair that Lisa's fat butt usually occupied. While a baby
    bottle full of milk had been provided for me, Tony had to make do with
    drinking from a glass. Given Mom's mood, it wasn't a good time for Tony
    to ask for a baby bottle.
    	"So what's Tony doing here?" Cindy asked. "*I* never get to
    invite Gina or anyone of my other friends over for dinner."
    	"You do, too, though usually during the summer, and besides, Tony
    wasn't exactly invited, dear," Mom told Cindy. "Tony visited Chris
    today while babysitting, which I didn't realize until I went go pick
    Chris up. Since I didn't have time to run Tony home, he's here to have
    dinner with us."
    	"That's alright, Tony, you're always welcome at our table," Cindy
    said to him as she patted his hand.
    	"I'm sorry, Mrs. Barrett," Tony said. He had a tendency to call
    my Mom Mrs. Barrett when he knew she was upset.
    	"It's okay, Tony, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to
    be hanging out with Chris after school since he has those two boys to
    watch now."
    	"I'm hoping to do some babysitting of my own, too," Tony said.
    	"That's wonderful, Tony," Mom said sincerely. "I think the world
    could use some more boy babysitters."
    	"Yeah, so that they can encourage more boys to go around with
    diapers on their butts," Cindy remarked with a smile. "I can live with
    that."
    	"You already have for the almost the last four years or so," Mom
    said to Cindy.
    	"Chris, I'm sure your mother has already talked to you about
    coming home on your bus and riding your bike to those boys' house after
    school," Dad said. My heart instantly doubled its rate as at first I
    thought dad was going to say something about the drawing that Mr.
    Eastman mailed home.
    	"She has, yes," I said as I heaved a sigh of relief.
    	"It just isn't working for her to have to stop in the middle of
    making dinner to come get you every night," Dad continued. "We're all
    settled in ready to eat at that time and then we're stuck waiting."
    	"I know, Dad," I said. "And I agree, I think it would work
    better, too, if I rode my bike over there."
    	"Yeah, and then I can diaper you right after school again,
    instead of after dinner!" Cindy added.
    	"Don't diaper him too much," Mom said. "He has to wear something
    besides his diapers over to their house, you know."
    	"He went around on his bike in just his diapers all summer,"
    Cindy said. "It was either that or stay home all summer long again, or
    thin his diapers down, which I wouldn't dare do. You know how much he
    poops!"
    	"Yes, but that was summer," my Mom said. "Fall's coming, and I'm
    pretty sure it's going to get cooler soon."
    	"Tomorrow's the first day of fall," my dad stated, being proud to
    know this.
    	"But it's still warm out," I said. "I'll wear pants outside when
    I decide it's too cold."
    	"Whatever you say, Chris," Mom said. "I just wish you'd at least
    wear some shorts, though."
    	I didn't say anything back to Mom. I figured there was no sense
    in arguing, and it's not like she was stopping me from going out in my
    diapers, anyway. I wanted to do this while I was young enough to still
    get away with it. After Tony and I finished dinner we went into my room
    to talk some more.
    	"So I guess our plans for tonight are out?" Tony asked.
    	"Probably so," I grumbled. "We can do that ad over the weekend.
    Even if you don't get to sleepover, we can still get together on
    Saturday."
    	A moment later Cindy came into the bedroom to diaper me into my
    cloth diapers. While she was busy diapering me up Tony watched. His
    dick was tenting up his diaper as he watched Cindy wipe away at my
    balls and cleanse my crap-filled crotch, noting my erection. He then
    turned around to give me a good view of his butt, sagging from the his
    poopy bottom combined with all the wetting he deposited into his
    diaper. He also did this so that he could rub himself without Cindy
    seeing him do it, but the crinkling of his diaper as well as the way
    his knees shook gave her a pretty good indication of what he was doing,
    anyway.
    	"You want a diaper change?" Cindy offered to Tony. As she looked
    at his butt she could tell that he badly needed one.
    	"Sure, might as well," Tony said. "I don't think Kara will mind
    missing one night."
    	Tony then went to his book bag and pulled out one of his Thickies
    disposable diapers. While he bent over he crapped into his diaper some
    more, making his need for a diaper change more urgent. He then got up
    onto my changing table and let Cindy go to work on cleaning his poopy
    butt. While I got a hard-on from watching this, it was deeply buried in
    my super thick cloth Thickies. It was begging for my attention, which I
    pledged to give it as soon as I had some privacy. While Cindy was
    getting Tony's clean diaper ready to put on him, Mom was coming towards
    my room and, before she entered, she said she was ready to run Tony
    home.
    	"He's not ready to leave yet," Cindy said.
    	"Why's that?" Mom asked impatiently.
    	"Well, I don't think you'll want Tony to plant his naked
    undiapered butt in the car," Cindy said to my Mom "Upholstery cleaning
    isn't cheap, you know."
    	"Well, hurry it up, then," Mom sighed as she left the room. Tony
    didn't bother to put his pants on and instead just carried them out
    draped over his shoulder, carrying his book bag in his other hand. Mom
    was standing by the door clutching onto her purse waiting for us. Not
    much was said during the short ride to Tony's house. It was the type of
    vocal silence that seemed to ring so loudly.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said to Tony as he closed the car door. His
    white diapered butt contrasted sharply against the dark lawn in the
    approaching twilight as he bantered across the yard to the front door.
    After we pulled away I sat there in silence, waiting for Mom to bring
    up the topic of my behavior in Mr. Eastman's class. I figured there
    wasn't enough time for her to talk about much since the drive between
    Tony's house and my house wasn't more than a few blocks. I did ask if
    Mom would ever tell Dad about this.
    	"I will if I find out that you're still goofing off in Mr.
    Eastman's class," Mom said. "We'll talk about it some more when we get
    home."
    	As soon as we returned home Mom followed me into my bedroom. She
    explained to my Dad that she was helping me with my homework, which,
    more or less, she was. Mom sat in the chair at my desk while I sat on
    the floor, leaning back on my hands, spreading my legs out with my
    thick diapers in plain view. Mom brought the incriminating evidence in
    with her.
    	"This tells me that you are having problems in this class,
    Chris," Mom began as she showed me the photocopied drawing. "Am I
    right?"
    	"Yes, I am, Mom," I said. "I hate that class."
    	"What do you hate about it?" Mom asked. She was more concerned
    than upset now.
    	"Everything, Mom. It's boring, I don't like the reading
    assignments, and Mr. Eastman's a doofus."
    	"What don't you like about Mr. Eastman?"
    	"He's so, so—structured."
    	"What's wrong with that? It wouldn't hurt to be a little more
    organized, you know."
    	"No, Mom, I mean, he's really anal retentive."
    	"Some teachers are like that. Your dad's boss is like that. I've
    known people like that."
    	"And you hate them, right?" I said, hoping I'd win my mom's
    support for my feelings.
    	"Chris,", mom sighed. "We all have had classes that we don't
    like, but it doesn't excuse us from our obligation to do our
    schoolwork."
    	"I don't even see what the point of this stupid class is," I
    protested. "I can read just fine. It's not that I don't like reading, I
    just wish I had a choice in what to read."
    	"You don't always get those choices, Chris," Mom said. "If you
    didn't need this class, the school board wouldn't require you to take
    it."
    	"I know, but at least I wish we had a decent teacher," I added,
    shifting the blame from the subject material to Mr. Eastman.
    	"Not all teachers are decent," Mom said. "Granted, Mr. Brown is
    an extreme example, and your complaints about him are justified, but
    Mr. Eastman is just boring. Lots of teachers are. I had boring
    teachers."
    	"And how did you do in their classes?" I asked.
    	"I managed to get Cs or better. It wasn't easy and I really had
    to try, and your grandmother talked to me and your Aunt Sharon for the
    same things I'm talking to you about right now, so I understand, dear.
    The point I am making is that, even though I didn't like some of those
    classes, I still had to put forth an effort, and that is what I am
    asking you to do, Chris. Do you have any idea what your grade is in
    that class right now?"
    	"Probably a D, I would guess," I said, fudging on this as I
    really felt like I had an F.
    	"Well, come the first nine weeks, I'd better see at least a C."
    	Mom then enumerated on her fingers the privileges that I would
    lose if I failed to attain the minimum grade she expected.
    	"If you don't bring your grade up, then you will not get to
    babysit those boys after school, you won't get to run your diaper club,
    you won't get to have any sleepovers, and I won't get you those stories
    from DPF that you wanted for Christmas."
    	"So does that mean you *will* get them if I get a C or better?" I
    asked Mom.
    	"I'm not saying that I will, but I surely won't if you don't make
    the grade in that class," Mom replied. "I'd really think about that and
    those other privileges that are at stake."
    	I sat on the floor thinking about what I was up against now. I'd
    feel horrible if I had to give up doing most of the things that made me
    enjoy wearing diapers even more. It was worse than a mere grounding.
    The room grew eerily silent with only the TV in the living room
    breaking the otherwise pure quietude. That, plus I cut a long, loud and
    juicy fart, muffled by my thick diapers. I then asked Mom if she was
    mad because of what I drew.
    	"Chris, it's no secret that you love to draw pictures of boys in
    diapers and write stories about them, so no, I'm not upset about
    *that*, and I'm certainly not surprised, either. I know it's what makes
    you happy and what you like to do is your business. I'm just upset that
    you were wasting class time. I don't think the classroom is a good
    place for you to do this sort of thing, since it's a very personal
    thing. I don't want you doing any kind of doodling or drawing when you
    should be concentrating on your school studies, but if you do have idle
    time in this or any other class, I'd limit it to activities involving
    something a little more widely accepted."
    	"That's what Mrs. Steck said about my summer vacation story," I
    said. "I didn't know what else to write about."
    	"Chris, I think you just need to set a limit on how and where you
    express your feelings about wearing diapers."
    	"So what about here at home?"
    	"Chris, when you're here or with your friends, do whatever you
    like. We're all used to it and, quite frankly, we've come to expect it.
    Just try to understand that school is not a place to air your dirty
    laundry."
    	"Or my dirty diapers," I said with a smile.
    	"Whatever, Chris," Mom said.
    	Mom and I talked for a couple minutes more and I told her about
    Dr. Austin. Mom was surprised that the school would go this far to talk
    to me about expressing my diaper fetish at school, and she didn't agree
    with how nosey some of Dr. Austin's questions were, even if they were
    confidential.
    	"If he talks to you again, let me know. If they're trying to
    accuse us of child abuse or something I want to set the record
    straight. I can't say as I blame them for being suspicious, though."
    	When Mom was finished I got up and gave her a hug and thanked her
    for not getting *too* upset and giving me a chance to improve myself.
    Mom patted my diapered butt as she returned a hug to me.
    	"It's early in the school year and you have plenty of time to
    make up lost ground," Mom said in closing. "I love you, Chris."
    	"I love you too, Mom," I said. Mom then handed me the photocopied
    drawing and said, "please promise to me to keep things like this at
    home, okay?"
    	"I will, Mom," I said as she left my room and closed the door. I
    continued sitting there on the floor, looking at my drawing, thinking
    for a moment about how it wound up back in my possession again. I
    imagined my drawing as being a photograph and this revived my arousal
    from earlier. I began scooting my body back and forth over the floor to
    further stimulate my genitals, using the drawing as a visual aid. As I
    approached climax I lay back on the floor and continued to fulfill my
    urge to jack off from almost an hour ago. I set the drawing aside and
    ran my hands vigorously over the thick diapers layers densely packed
    into my crotch. I thought back upon the day, particularly when I
    envisioned Cody and Jordan in cloth diapers, which I hoped to get them
    to try out tomorrow. I then shot a generous load of cum into my diapers
    and I continued working at it until I felt like I had extracted every
    last drop of semen.
    	After I rested up from masturbating I got up and went to my desk
    where I began reading the assignment from Mr. Eastman's class. Just
    before 10:00 I decided to call Tony since I knew he would still be up
    but would be going to bed soon. After having to figure out the always-
    changing "secret knock" to Cindy's room I managed to get the phone from
    her. It was still warm from her having just talked on it. I then called
    Tony and I told him how my talk with Mom went. He asked me if he could
    still come over Friday night for a sleepover.
    	"Shit, I forgot to ask," I said. I went out to the front room
    with the cordless phone and checked with Mom and she said that Tony
    would be welcome this Friday night. Tony was delighted to hear this.
    When I heard his Mom hollering at him to get his diapered butt in bed
    (those were her words, too) he hung up and said he would see me on the
    bus tomorrow. After I hung up I went back to my drawing and filled in
    the sections that I didn't get a chance to finish. I then put it away
    in my bulging folder full of drawings. I was too tired by then to write
    my daily "diaper-y" entry and told myself I'd do it tomorrow.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 146
    ----------------------------

    	It was now Thursday and I was getting restless about the coming
    weekend and all the things that I planned to do. In the meantime I went
    about my usual business, going from English, to Social Studies, then to
    the break, Math, and then the much-loathed P.E. class. During the break
    I told Luke, Bryce and Jay about Mr. Eastman sending my parents the
    copy of my drawing.
    	"At least you got it back," Luke said, lamenting the fact that
    Mrs. Stewart, his English teacher, had confiscated one of his drawings.
    	"Yeah, but now my Mom's really coming down on me to do better in
    Mr. Eat-Shit's class," I grumbled, using this chance to vent my
    feelings about his insomnia-curing chamber otherwise known as his
    classroom.
    	"But check this out," Luke said as he pulled out what appeared to
    be the start of the drawing he had lost to Mrs. Stewart. It seemed that
    he was saving the best for last, as he had only drawn the audience of
    girls at the boys' diaper-butt contest. Most of the girls in the
    drawing were only crudely represented by circles and vertical lines
    scribbled over the circles to look like girls' hair. I knew Aaron could
    do a better job than this, or even Tony.
    	"Alright, glad to see you're already working on it," I said.
    "When did you do this?"
    	"In Social Studies," Luke said. "Mr. Salinas doesn't even know
    what the hell's going on half the time. He's gotta be ready for
    retirement soon. I mean, he just stands up there and has us copy notes
    and shit. I ain't about to chance it in Mrs. Spew-Fart's class again.
    She's watching me like a hawk now."
    	As always I asked Luke and Bryce how P.E. went today.
    	"Not too bad, actually," Luke said with a bit of a smile.
    	"Really? Did Mr. Brown fall off the face of the earth or
    something?" I asked with hopeful feelings.
    	"Well, his 'teacher's pets' weren't there, that helped" Luke
    explained. "There's these four kids who are always total dicks because
    they think they're so big and they all play fart-ball, oops, I mean
    football, and because me and Bryce wear diapers, as well as these other
    kids, they always give us shit about it."
    	"We got some assholes like that in our class, too," I said.
    	"Let me guess, I bet they suck up to Mr. Brown-Nose, right?" Tony
    said.
    	"All the time," Luke stated. "It's not fair that Mr. Brown treats
    them like hot shit on a silver platter, when he treats us like cold
    crap on a paper plate."
    	"At least the class went better today," Bryce said. "I mean, Mr.
    Brown even let us work out in the weight room instead of play
    football."
    	"Maybe he's finally lightening up on us," Tony said.
    	"Maybe so, but I'm still skeptical," I said. It just didn't seem
    realistic for Mr. Brown to suddenly become a Mr. Nice Guy. I mean, a
    boy may change his diapers, but a leopard never changes his spots.
    	Math class came and went without much incident, other than the
    fact that Tony and I both soiled our diapers at the same time, early in
    the class, and decided to wait until P.E. to change since we had our
    first big test. The kids who sat closest to us wished we would have
    left to go change, however. Both Tony felt confident about passing the
    test, which had us in higher spirits going into P.E. class.
    	Mr. Brown was actually in a good mood for once. He even waited
    patiently for those of us donning diapers to get ready since all of us
    had wet and pooped ourselves by then, even Jimmy, who mentioned that he
    had diarrhea last night. Since Jay didn't change his underpants he was
    ready fairly quickly. He smelled like he could use a change, though.
    	When we were done getting dressed down for P.E. class Mr. Brown
    led us all out to the field. We assumed our usual formation for the
    warm-up exercises. It seemed that there were more students missing from
    our class than usual, too, namely Hugh, Brent, Russ, and a couple other
    kids who were likely just absent for the same reasons most of us miss a
    few days of school. While it was great to see that the worst of the
    troublemakers weren't there, something in the back of my mind told me
    that they weren't all out sick, but were playing hooky, especially
    since all the troublemakers in Luke's and Bryce's class were reportedly
    absent, too.
    	Mr. Brown then gave us the same choice of activities as he gave
    the kids in Luke's and Bryce's class, weight room or football. Of
    course Tony, Jay, Jimmy and myself all opted to go to the weight room
    along with some of the other boys, most of whom were at least semi-
    decent, though there were a few who still had to get in a shot or two
    about us wearing diapers. The assistant went in with us to oversee the
    weight room while Mr. Brown remained out on the field with the boys who
    wanted to play football.
    	About five minutes later, while I was on the bench press, I could
    smell a poop odor filling the room. I thought it might have been Jay
    since he already smelled, but then it could have been Tony or even
    Jimmy, since he was still overcoming his bout with diarrhea. As the
    smell wafted about the room one of the kids said, "did you just shit
    your diaper, Chris?"
    	"No, I didn't," I said to the kid.
    	"Sure you didn't," he said.
    	"You wanna come closer and look?" I asked the kid as I sat there
    on the bench with my legs spread apart enough for my diaper to show
    through the leg opening of my shorts. This pretty much shut him up.
    	I then found out that it wasn't any of us diaper boys (including
    Jay) who contributed to the sudden stench. One of the other kids
    apparently shit in his gym shorts when he lifted a barbell. His name
    was Shane. The weight must have placed too much pressure on his
    abdomen. He looked very embarrassed as he lay there on the bench with a
    fresh discharge of poop having spewed forth from his butt and out the
    leg opening of his shorts.
    	After he assessed the magnitude of his situation for a moment,
    Shane discreetly got up from the bench and side-stepped along the wall
    with his butt facing away from everyone. He made his way over to the
    assistant coach and sheepishly said, "uhh, I need to be excused." It
    didn't take the assistant long to determine what was wrong. Shane then
    backed out of the room. Not wanting to miss a good chance to see a boy
    with poop in his shorts, I got up and peeked out the door to look at
    the back of Shane's shorts. Sure enough, I could see the obvious spot
    on the seat. It served him right, since he was one of the kids who took
    a shot at me and the other diaper boys.
    	"Excuse me, is there a problem, Mr. Barrett?" Greg, the assistant
    coach, asked me.
    	"No sir, there isn't," I said. At least I didn't have any
    problems at the moment.
    	"So what are you doing?" he asked me.
    	"I was, uhh, just checking to see if Shane was okay, or uh,
    needed any help," I stuttered.
    	"Well, it's none of your business what his problem was," Greg
    said to me sternly, telling me to get my butt back over to the weights.
    	"Actually, I already know what his problem was, I just thought he
    might need some help," I said, the latter half of my statement being an
    outright lie, as I wouldn't wipe his butt with a stolen washrag. I went
    back over to the barbell bench that Shane had vacated. I looked at the
    bench and noticed that he had left his mark in the form of fecal
    matter. Seeing that there was a small pile of school-issue gym shirts
    on the shelf in the corner, I picked one of them up, smelled it to
    confirm it was dirty, which it certainly was, not that I should have
    cared, and wiped the poopy mess off of the bench. I figured they were
    dirty shirts and needed to be washed anyway, and they smelled so bad
    from sweat that adding a little shit stink to them actually seemed to
    freshen them up a little.
    	Tony was my spotter while I worked the barbells. I asked Tony if
    he saw what had happened to Shane, and of course, he did. He laughed
    about it, especially as it turned out to be one of those glass-houses-
    and-stone-throwing types of situations.
    	"Were his shorts soiled?" Tony asked.
    	"Oh yeah, all over his butt," I said with a heave as I struggled
    to lift the weights with my tired arms. Upon doing this, I ended up
    taking a crap the same way Shane did. I farted loudly, too, which made
    my defecation in the middle of the weight room all the more evident. By
    having a diaper on, however, I didn't crap in my shorts and I didn't
    need to leave for the locker room, either. After all, it's only an
    accident if you're not diapered.
    	Tony and I decided to switch off at this point. Before I assumed
    the position as Tony's spotter, I went over to the kid who had accused
    me of being responsible for the poop smell from earlier. I asked him if
    he could smell anything, and he said, "yeah, it smells like shit."
    	"Well, this time it was me, just to let you know," I said before
    turning around and yanking my shorts down long enough to let him see my
    diaper, anything to leave him with a more memorable impression. I also
    bent over and touched my toes while I was at it with my shorts still
    down. Greg looked at me, but he didn't seem to care.
    	"You're weird, you know that?" the kid said as I went back over
    to Tony while pulling my shorts back up. While Tony was lifting the
    weights, he, too, let loose a bowel movement, thus making the barbells
    we were using responsible for three poopy boy butts. He, too, was
    diapered, of course.
    	"Maybe we should put a sign on the bench or something telling
    everyone to wear a diaper before lifting these weights," Tony said. I
    laughed with him. By this time we were getting tired and our arms felt
    like Jell-O, but there was still five minutes left to go before we'd be
    excused to go to the locker room. We checked up on Jay to see how he
    was doing. He had Jimmy working as his spotter.
    	"Did you see what that one kid did?" I asked Jay.
    	"Yeah, you mean Shane, right? He looked like he pooped his
    pants," Jay said. "He's the kid in the locker next to me. Maybe I'll
    tell him to start wearing more underpants for things like that and
    he'll shut up."
    	"You might loan him one of your pairs," I suggested, though not
    seriously. Jay thought it would be a good way to embarrass him and get
    back at him for the remarks that he must have made to Jay. It was then
    that this particular kid returned from the locker room, this time fully
    dressed. His hair was wet, so we figured he must have showered to clean
    his butt off. All of us just looked at him, taking great satisfaction
    from the situation. The look on his face was priceless as he was forced
    to eat his words after what had happened to him.
    	Greg then blew his whistle and told us that it was time to hit
    the showers, and for at least three of us the shower was just the thing
    we needed. After Tony and I had all stripped off our diapers we went
    into the shower and sprayed our poopy butts off, much to the disgust of
    the others who were afraid to step into the slowly-draining puddle of
    diluted stool that we had left behind. It seemed that Shane had used
    the same shower head as I did since the water was already tainted brown
    before I added my contribution to it.
    	By the time Tony and I were done and on our way back to our
    lockers we saw that Jay had seriously pooped in his underpants, too.
    Perhaps the weights did it to him, too. After Tony and I got re-
    diapered and dressed again we waited for Jay to return from the shower
    so that we could watch him put on his underpants. While we waited we
    saw Shane standing at the door, still looking embarrassed. He looked at
    Tony and me, both of us smiling.
    	"Get away from me," he said in a quiet voice as he backed himself
    into the vestibule. We then saw Jay emerge from the shower, being among
    the last ones out. We cut through the crowd of boys who were all
    waiting for the bell to ring. Jay opened up his locker and reached into
    a shopping bag stuffed full with clean underpants. As much as I enjoyed
    seeing that this was how his mom expected Jay to wear diapers, I knew
    it would be a lot easier if he wore disposable diapers to school
    instead. Seeing that there remained a couple minutes before the bell
    rang, I got an idea. I asked Jay if I could borrow one of his pairs of
    underwear.
    	"What for?" he asked, wondering what I would want it for.
    	"I wanna have some more fun with Shane," I said. Jay then figured
    out what I was going to do, so he looked in his bag and went through
    the individual pairs, trying to find one that wasn't in as good of
    shape.
    	"What are you doing?" I asked him.
    	"Trying to find a pair I don't mind losing."
    	"You have, what, four hundred pairs," I said to Jay.
    	"Take this one; it's one of my old three-layer ones," he said. I
    only looked at it long enough to see that Jay had pooped in this
    particular pair many times, judging from the stains as well as the fact
    that it was so dingy. Carrying the briefs with me, I cut through the
    crowd and met up with Shane again.
    	"Hey Shane, you're gonna need some clean underwear, you know" I
    said as I held the briefs in front of him. He took a swipe at me,
    knocking the underwear out of my hand and onto the floor. He then told
    me to get out of his face. The other kids just watched and some of them
    laughed, while others just stared, surprised that I would make such a
    bold move. Many of the kids were unaware of what had happened to Shane
    since they weren't in the weight room, but I knew the story would get
    around the locker room and then the whole school rather quickly.
    	I then retrieved Jay's underpants-- which nobody else wanted to
    touch-- and returned them to their rightful owner. By the I got back
    Jay was just about halfway through getting his underpants on, which
    were already very thick. I felt jealous that he got to wear thicker
    "diapers" at school than I did because of his use of multiple
    underpants.
    	"You should have seen it!" I said as I recounted the scene to Jay
    and Tony just as the bell rang.
    	"I hope you're not gonna be late, Jay," I said as I snapped one
    of his many waistbands.
    	"My teacher always allows me an extra five minutes," Jay said.
    "She knows about me having to do this."
    	Tony and I told Jay we'd see him at lunch and then we each dashed
    off to our fifth period classes.
    	I dreaded Mr. Eastman's class now as much as I normally dreaded
    P.E. No more daydreaming, no more doodling, no more being blissfully
    unaware of the boring lesson. From now on it was all hands on deck. For
    the sake of my friends and the D.B.A. club to which I was so dedicated,
    I had to get down to business and resolve to make some progress in this
    class while I still had the chance to save my diapered ass from a D or
    an F.
    	Going into the class with my new resolve fresh in my mind, I only
    pulled out the materials that would be necessary for today's lesson.
    The "boredom book" had to stay put. It was an excruciating and brutal
    form of self-discipline, but I really had no other choice. As soon as
    the bell rang I sat up straight and listened attentively, obeying Mr.
    Eastman's every word. I cracked open my book to the specified page
    number. God, how this felt so artificial and forced. Five minutes into
    the reading my mind began to wander as I thought about what kinds of
    fun I could have with the boys this afternoon once I had them in cloth
    diapers. Then I thought for awhile about the fun that went on in P.E.
    today.
    	Once I snapped out of my daydream I looked over at my neighboring
    classmate's book and squinted to read the page number, and then I
    realized that I had spaced off turning the page, so very quietly I
    leafed over to where I was supposed to be. Mr. Eastman heard the page
    flapping in spite of my best efforts. He glared at me, knowing that my
    attention had drifted once again.
    	Back to the story, I managed to pick up on what it was about and
    I forced myself to not stray from the lesson. No watching the clock's
    second hand turn ever so slowly until it reached the twelve, and then
    after looking away from the clock, trying to guess when a minute had
    passed. I had gotten pretty good at this somewhat useful skill.
    	I managed to remain attentive for the entire reading lesson even
    though it was sheer torture. Visions of the twin boys' butts in diapers
    ran through my head in the background, enough to give me a hard-on in
    spite of my divided attention. The story turned out to be kind of
    interesting, though it wasn't anything I'd check out at the library. I
    even answered Mr. Eastman's questions correctly. In fact, he was so
    impressed that he asked me another question, which I was also able to
    answer. Then came the reading comprehension exercise. I got an 85 on
    it, which I felt pretty good about. I even planned to show it to Mom
    when I got home. Maybe I could survive this class, after all.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 147
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    	At lunch I told Luke and Bryce about P.E. class and mentioned
    that Phil was being extra nice and that all his ass kissers were
    absent.
    	"I have a feeling he's setting us up for something," I said. I
    couldn't convince the others of this, though.
    	"How do you figure?" Luke asked me.
    	"Think about it. What are the odds that all the butt-smoochers in
    your class and all the butt-smoochers in our class would *all* be gone
    on the *same day?* Think about it, I almost have a better chance of
    being potty trained. Please note that I did say, 'almost.'"
    	"Well, maybe they all had football practice and picked up some
    sickness or something while they were there," Luke commented.
    	"Well, maybe, but I don't think so," I said, maintaining my
    suspicions.
    	"And why do you think Mr. Brown has anything to do with them
    being gone?" Bryce asked. "He's not even a coach anymore, as much as he
    likes to think that he is."
    	"I just have a hunch," I said. "He hasn't been the asshole that
    he started out being, and something just isn't natural about that."
    	"He probably got his ass ripped after our moms sent letters to
    the school about him," Tony said.
    	"Maybe you're right, Tony," I said. "But I still have a feeling
    that we haven't seen the last of it. Or the worst of it."
    	Before my sixth period class started, I told Megan that I
    wouldn't be riding her bus home after school anymore.
    	"Oh no, what happened?" Megan asked in a concerned voice. "Did
    your mom say you can't babysit anymore, or did their mom say you can't
    babysit anymore?"
    	"Everything's fine," I assured Megan. "My Mom just doesn't want
    to have to pick me up every night while she's in the middle of making
    dinner."
    	"So what are you going to do?" Megan asked.
    	"Go home and ride my bike over to their house."
    	"You think you can make it in time?"
    	"Sure I can," I said. "I know my diapers weigh me down a little,
    but I can still do it."
    	"Are you going to wear anything *besides* diapers when you ride
    over there?" Megan asked me. "I know how you like to go around on your
    bike in just your diapers."
    	"As long as the weather stays warm enough," I said.
    	"Then I'll be watching for your white, diapered butt to go
    streaking by my house," Megan said with a smile. "That'll be hard to
    miss." The bell had rung and Mrs. Waters was ready to begin the lesson
    right away, so she shushed everyone and told us to pay attention.
    During the lecture Megan and I passed notes and I told her about the
    latest happenings in P.E. class. She agreed that it seemed like Phil
    Brown was setting us up for something.
    	Finally came seventh period. We had moved on to our next art
    project, which was to draw the face and the body of the person sitting
    next to us, so of course Angela and I drew each other with Angela
    taking her turn to be drawn first. She got up and stood before me as I
    made a sketch of her figure. Angela thought I did a pretty good job
    drawing her, although she didn't feel she was quite as fat as my
    drawing suggested, not that she was offended.
    	Next came my turn, so I stood before Angela. I saw her smiling
    after she made a couple marks on the page. I asked her what was causing
    her to smile, so she showed me what she had drawn so far. She had
    started a drawing of me in my diapers! After she had the basic sketch
    in place we both sat down while she finished filling in the details.
    	"My diapers are a lot bigger than that," I pointed out to Angela
    as she had barely drawn them to be much bigger or thicker than a pair
    of boys' briefs.
    	"You remember those pictures I showed you a couple days ago," I
    added.
    	"Oh yeah," Angela said. "Those were some pretty big diapers you
    had on in those photos."
    	"They were, and like they say, the camera never lies."
    	"So, how big should I draw your diapers?" Angela asked me as she
    erased the line that originally marked where my diapers barely came up
    over my stomach.
    	"My cloth diapers usually come to about here on the front," I
    said as I lightly sketched a new line to suggest its proper placement,
    which was up a ways from the old line.
    	"Oh my gosh!" Angela said. "You hardly need to wear a shirt at
    that point."
    	"They go up even higher in the back," I said, which made Angela
    raise her eyebrows. "No messy leaks, that's for sure, and since my
    diapers are completely exposed anyway, why would it matter how high up
    they go? It's not like I'm trying to keep my diapers from showing over
    my pants or anything since I don't wear pants with my cloth diapers."
    	"Okay, how's that?" Angela asked me as she re-drew the line that
    marked where my diapers came up on my front.
    	"That's more like it," I said. "Now just make them look thicker,"
    I said. I took my pencil and sketched in the lines to suggest how far
    out my diapers bulged from my sides.
    	"And I thought Todd wore some pretty thick diapers when he was
    about your age," Angela said.
    	"Well, that was before Thickies came out, of course," I stated.
    "What did he wear then?"
    	"He'd usually just wear anything from four to six regular cloth
    diapers at a time before Thickies came out. Now he wishes he had them
    when he was younger so he could show them off, since Mom doesn't like
    him to go around the house in just his diapers anymore."
    	"So how is Todd doing, anyway?" I asked Angela.
    	"He's doing all right," she replied. "I hope you don't mind if I
    tell you that he joined a different club."
    	"A D.B.A. club?" I asked.
    	"Oh yeah, of course. Someone at his school started up a D.B.A.
    club and they're going to have a meeting this Saturday."
    	"That's nice," I said. "I probably won't ever get to meet him,
    though."
    	"You'd probably be welcome to sit in on their meeting this
    Saturday since they only have four members so far, that is, unless you
    guys are also having a meeting."
    	"No, ours won't be until the ninth of October," I said. "But I
    got a lot of things to do Saturday and I probably wouldn't make it out
    there."
    	"That's fine," Angela said. "You're not upset that Todd went and
    joined another club, are you?"
    	"Nah, that's cool," I said. "I figure he probably wants to be
    with some kids more around his age, and besides, there's a limit of
    fifteen members per club, including the Director and Co-Director. We're
    already at twelve members and we want to leave some slots open to a
    couple other potential new members. There's a kid who lives next door
    to me whose brother will be five in January, and he'll join the club
    then."
    	"How old is the other kid?" Angela asked me.
    	"He's seven. His name's Derek. He wears diapers, too, and he's in
    the club. In fact, if it weren't for me he may not be wearing them."
    	"Ahh, and how did that happen?" she asked.
    	Just as I started to explain to Angela how this happened Mr.
    Williams called the class to his attention and told us that he'd come
    around and collect our drawings. He looked at Angela's drawing of me
    and paused.
    	"Is something wrong, Mr. Williams?" she asked.
    	"I assume you would have drawn your subject wearing the same
    clothes that he has on now," Mr. Williams said. Of course this got
    everyone else looking.
    	"You didn't say we had to do that," Angela said.
    	"It kind of misses the point of the exercise," Mr. Williams said.
    With this, he told Angela to re-do her drawing while the rest of the
    class moved on to its next project.
    	"That sucks," I said. "I think he just didn't like what you drew.
    Sorry about that."
    	"Not your fault," Angela said as she quickly re-drew me. She put
    pants on me, but she still drew an extra bulge where my diaper was. I
    also pulled up my shirt to expose my diaper, which was also included in
    the drawing. Just before the bell rang, Angela finished the drawing and
    turned it in.
    	"How's this?" Angela said. "I drew Chris exactly as he appeared."
    	Mr. Williams just sighed, seeing that I had purposely exposed my
    diaper so that Angela would draw it, thus complying with the
    assignment. He just tossed it on top of the stack of other drawings
    that had been turned in.
    	"You might want to think about coming in during lunch tomorrow to
    catch up on today's other exercise," Mr. Williams told Angela. I felt
    that I had partly caused her this minor infraction, but Angela assured
    me that I wasn't at fault. She then handed me the first drawing that
    she made of me in my diapers.
    	"Here, you can have this," she said with a smile.
    	"Thanks," I said. "It'll look good in my collection of diaper
    drawings."
    	After this the bell rang and I ran to my regular bus once again.
    Tony was already there saving me a seat, not that he needed to, since
    by this time of day he usually smelled of poop, as did I, and nobody
    wanted to sit next to him or me anyway. I showed him the drawing Angela
    made in art class and he thought it was pretty cool. I also managed to
    get Tony to agree with me that Phil Brown was up to something. It felt
    good to get back to how things were before and to at least visit with
    Tony on the ride home after school. I figured that my riding Megan's
    bus home after school had caused Tony to feel more distant from me.
    	When the bus reached Tony's stop he got off and I told him I'd
    see him tomorrow. Once I was off the bus I walked a short ways with
    Derek's sister Jennie and explained to her why I hadn't been on the bus
    after school for the last couple days and why I was back to riding my
    regular bus home after school again.
    	Parting ways with Jennie, I then went home and greeted Cindy upon
    coming through the front door. Knowing that I was on a tight schedule,
    she had my cloth diapers all ready to go in my bedroom. I took off my
    shoes and then my pants, revealing to Cindy my wet and messy diaper.
    Within a few minutes she had me in my cloth diapers, just like she did
    before I started riding home on Megan's bus. I was further assured that
    this arrangement would be better since I missed getting cloth-diapered
    right after school, even though it had only been for a couple days.
    About halfway through Cindy's diapering of me, she stopped and asked me
    if I was going to ride over to the boys' house in must my diapers
    today, or wear some shorts.
    	"I think I'll go in just my diapers," I said with a smile.
    	Cindy then said, "Okay, because you won't be able to wear any
    shorts or pants now," she said as she continued to diaper me up,
    starting with the next diaper on the stack.
    	"I know you'll want to make a good impression on those boys you
    babysit, so this one's going on really super-duper diaper-pooper
    thick!" Cindy said loudly with an accent on the word "thick."
    	"Don't you always diaper me really, super-duper diaper-pooper
    thick?" I said to Cindy.
    	"I do, but I just like saying that, and I know you like hearing
    it," Cindy said with a smile. "I'll be sure to use lots of extra pins."
    	"I don't have that much time to haul my diapered butt over
    there," I said. "Just use the usual amount of pins."
    	"Okay," Cindy said. "But even that's a lot of pins."
    	"I missed diapering you right after school," Cindy told me as she
    finished putting in the final pins.
    	"I missed it, too," I said.
    	"It's better than having to wait until after dinner, that's for
    sure," Cindy commented.
    	When Cindy finished diapering me she put me in a triple set of
    plastic pants, mainly so that it would impress the twin boys. When she
    was finished diapering me I went to my diaper supply and grabbed
    several of my regular diapers to take with me to the boys' house. I
    emptied out my book bag completely and stuffed the diapers in place of
    the books. I also made sure to bring plenty of diaper pins. I then
    needed to get some plastic pants, but realized that I had none that
    would fit the boys since most of my older ones had gone to Derek. I
    looked at my watch and figured that if I hurried I would have enough
    time to borrow them back from Derek.
    	Wearing just my cloth diapers and my shirt, I went over to
    Derek's house. Jennie was the only one home as Derek was still in
    school, or probably on his bus by now, Steven was at his babysitter's
    house, and her mom was at work.
    	"Hello, Chris," Jennie said.
    	"Look, uhh, sorry to be in such a rush, but I need to borrow some
    of Derek's plastic pants."
    	"Sure," Jennie said. Knowing where they were from having changed
    both her brother's diapers all the time, Jennie went right into her
    brothers' bedroom and handed me two pairs, which was what I needed.
    	"What do you need these for?" she asked.
    	"I want to use them with some cloth diapers for those two boys
    that I'm babysitting.
    	"I see," she said. "You need some diapers, too?"
    	"Nah, I think mine will work. They'll be bigger, but of course
    bigger is better, and I can always fold them a couple more times so
    they'll fit."
    	"Thanks for the plastic pants," I said to Jennie as I left the
    house. She stood at the front window and watched me ride away, sticking
    my butt up in the air as I stood up on my pedals while riding. By this
    time some of the kids from my school were still walking home, and the
    elementary kids were also starting to get off of their buses and were
    walking home as well. They all stared at me as I rode past them in just
    my diapers and my shirt. Many of them laughed, especially the girls.
    Some of the kids from my school recognized me and said, "I'm gonna tell
    everyone at school I saw you in your diapers!"
    	"Go ahead!" I said. "You know that I wear them anyway!" I then
    continued riding. As I went past Megan's house I looked to see if she
    was watching for me. Sure enough, there she was standing in the window,
    watching my white diapered butt streak past as she said she'd see me
    do. She waved to me and I waved back. I then looked at my watch and
    realized that it was 3:00 right on the dot, shit!
    	I picked up the pace the best I could. I could only move the
    pedals so fast with having enough diapers on my butt to supply every
    baby boy born to China's annual birthrate with diapers. When I
    approached Cody's and Jordan's house their bus was out front with its
    red lights flashing. As I rode up to the house, all of the kids still
    on the bus were crowding over to one side, dozens of small faces
    smiling and staring at my very conspicuously diapered butt. Cody and
    Jordan had just gotten off the bus and were crossing the street. I
    parked my bike and stood as I waited for the boys to approach me. While
    waiting, I heard the bus driver shout to his riders, "everybody back to
    your seats NOW!" as his window was open. Until everyone was seated, the
    bus remained where it was, backing up cars in both directions, as there
    were several kids who still couldn't tear themselves away from the
    sight of a twelve-year-old boy in diapers. I could only imagine the
    number of little nose prints that would be left behind on the windows
    for whomever it was that got to clean them off.
    	"SIT DOWN NOW!" I heard the drive shout impatiently one more
    time. The driver of the car behind the bus tapped the horn a couple
    times. The people in the car coming the other way were staring at me.
    	"You don't have no pants on!" Cody shouted.
    	"So you noticed, along with all your classmates, it looks like,"
    I said as the bus finally withdrew its stop sign and turned off its red
    flashing lights. The kids who were sitting on the left side of the bus
    were still enjoying the view of my diapered behind.
    	"Where are your pants?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Back home," I replied.
    	"You didn't wear any pants over here?" Jordan asked me.
    	"How could I?" I said. "Look at how thick my diapers are!"
    	The boys were quite impressed, to say the least, at how big and
    thick my cloth diapers were. They followed me to the back yard where I
    retrieved the key to the back door. In doing so, they enjoyed looking
    at my butt, each of them commenting on how big my butt looked. I
    dropped the key on purpose just so I could bend over and let the boys
    see my thickly diapered butt some more. I just loved showing my
    diapered butt off to anyone I knew would appreciate it or at least be
    left with an unforgettable impression.
    	"So you like my cloth diapers?" I asked the boys.
    	"Yeah!" both boys said.
    	"Good, because your butts are both gonna look like mine in a few
    minutes!" I said as I led the boys into their house.
    	"Do you always go around in your diapers like that?" Cody asked
    me.
    	"As much as I can, just like you guys like to do," I said.
    	"So, you want cookies or big, super-duper, diaper-pooper thick
    diapers first?" I asked the boys.
    	"Diapers!" they both shouted. I figured as much, since these boys
    were true diaper boys and would wait for just about anything else to
    get put into thick diapers first.
    	"Not just diapers, super-duper, diaper-pooper thick diapers!" I
    said. Repeat after me. "Super..."
    	"Super," both boys said in unison.
    	"Duper..."
    	"Duper,"
    	"Diaper-pooper..."
    	"Diaper pooper," they both repeated with some giggling.
    	"THICK DIAPERS!" I ended.
    	"THICK DIAPERS!" both boys shouted.
    	I had the boys say the whole phrase over again by themselves.
    	"Okay, then lets get your butts into those super-duper diaper-
    pooper thick diapers!"
    	The boys kept repeating this phrase over and over as I led them
    to their bedroom and pulled out the thick, fluffy white diapers that
    they would soon be wearing. In their excitement and anticipation of
    wearing such thick diapers, they both took off their overalls and
    tossed them as far away from them as they could. Once again I used a
    coin toss to determine which of the boys would get cloth diapered
    first. Cody won this one. He lay himself down on the changing pad and
    prepared for me to remove his disposable diaper, packed full of pee and
    poop, of course. Jordan watched intently, giving him a sneak preview of
    what he would soon be getting. I wiped Cody's butt and balls clean,
    making his little rainmaker stand at attention. When I began folding
    the diapers both his and Jordan's eyes were like saucers. They couldn't
    believe how big these diapers were, and how thick each one of them was
    by the time I had them folded.
    	"You ready for this?" I asked Cody. His immediate affirmative
    reply was no surprise to me. He just kept giggling and grinning the
    whole time as he felt the huge cloth folds tighten up into his crotch.
    He watched me pin the first diaper on and he enjoyed how I felt making
    it very tight and secure. I let him savor the feeling of the thick
    diaper, the first of at least three more. He then looked down at the
    diaper, seeing how high it came up on him. Even with the extra folding
    that I applied to make it fit, the diaper still came up high enough to
    engulf his chest.
    	"Whoa, this is a big diaper!" he said.
    	"Hang on, because there's more to come," I told him.
    	"You're gonna put *another* diaper on me?" Cody asked me.
    	"You'll have four diapers on by the time I get done with you," I
    said.
    	"FOUR DIAPERS!?" Cody exclaimed, wondering how he could walk in
    diapers this thick.
    	"That's nothing," I said. "What do you think I'm wearing?"
    	"Uhh, six?" Cody ventured a guess.
    	"Guess again," I said, inviting him to examine my diapered butt
    while I prepared Jordan's first diaper. I figured I'd alternate between
    each boy, that way Jordan wouldn't have to sit there naked for several
    minutes being teased by watching his twin brother get his butt mega-
    diapered.
    	"Uhh, eight diapers?" Cody said after he tried to count how many
    diapers I had on. While doing this he giggled some more and commented
    on how big my butt was.
    	"Higher," I said.
    	"Eight?"
    	"Higher."
    	"A hundred?" he said.
    	"There's over a hundred individual layers, but I'm not wearing
    quite that many diapers," I said. "Man, I couldn't get through the door
    if I had that many diapers on!"
    	"So how many diapers are you wearing?" Cody asked.
    	"Twelve," I replied. "I got eight regular diapers on and then two
    Thickies."
    	"Why so many diapers?"
    	"Because my sisters know that I love wearing lots of diapers," I
    said, hoping that I could make even bigger diaper freaks out of these
    two boys by allowing them to experience wearing diapers at their
    greatest extremes.
    	It took several minutes to get both of the boys pinned up in four
    diapers each with lots of pins. Since I doubled up the folds that Cindy
    normally used on me, it was like having put eight diapers on the boys.
    Since they were smaller than me, their diapers were proportionally
    thicker to them. Both of them were very happy as they both stood before
    the mirror and examined each other and themselves. They looked at how
    high up they came on their bodies. Cody was giggling as he watched his
    twin brother bend over and spank himself to test the thickness of his
    diapers.
    	"Here, let me spank you!" I said. The boys seemed to be slightly
    intimidated at this.
    	"You won't feel a thing, trust me!" I said. Jordan agreed to go
    first. I started out light, telling him to say "stop" if it hurt him.
    By the time I was going full force Jordan was just giggling, knowing
    that his diapers were far too thick to feel any pain. I did the same to
    Cody, who enjoyed getting spanked in his super thick diapers.
    	"Betcha that's the first time you boys got spanked without
    crying, huh?" I said.
    	"Our mom doesn't spank us," Cody said.
    	"And neither does our dad," Jordan added.
    	"That's good," I said, wishing my parents had been more
    considerate of the emotional impact that being spanked had on me. I
    then asked the boys if I could take some pictures of them in their
    diapers. They told me where their mom kept her camera. I took a couple
    shots of the boys, allowing them to pose in various positions. I then
    realized that they didn't even have their plastic pants on yet, so
    after I put these on them I took a couple more shots, deciding that six
    exposures was enough, hoping that Sue wouldn't mind me doing this.
    	Once the boys got settled down after their initial excitement of
    getting mega-diapered I served them their milk and cookies. While they
    munched on their cookies, I left the kitchen and went into their
    bedroom. I was in desperate need to jack off from having just diapered
    the two boys up so heavily and watching them enjoy their cloth diapers
    so much. I hoped the boys wouldn't come marching into their room while
    I was vigorously rubbing my crotch. I was already close to the edge and
    it didn't take me very long to achieve a mind-blowing ejaculation that
    left my entire body flaccid afterwards. I lay there on the floor for a
    few minutes while I rested. At this point Cody came into the room and
    saw me lying there, still recovering from masturbating so hard, sweat
    beads rolling off of my forehead.
    	"What are you doing?" he asked.
    	"I just needed to, uhh, take care of something," I said.
    	"You look hot," the curious boy said.
    	"I am, but I'm feeling okay," I assured him.
    	"You don't look okay," he said.
    	"I am, I just need a few moments to rest."
    	"Rest from what?" Cody asked. I couldn't tell a six-year-old that
    I was jacking off, so I had to think of something that would satisfy
    his curiosity.
    	"Cody, your mom probably tells you that there are some things
    that you can't find out until you're older, right?"
    	"Yeah, she won't let me watch some things on TV because she says
    they're for grownups."
    	"She's right," I said. "What I was doing is something that you
    will find out more about when you get to be my age."
    	"What happens?" he asked.
    	Oh boy, how could I get out of this one, I thought to myself.
    	"When you grow up, certain parts of you grow up in a different
    way. There are some things you can't feel until you are older, but when
    you are old enough, these things feel really good."
    	"My diapers feel real good."
    	"They'll feel even better when you get older," I said. "That
    should give you something to look forward to as you grow up."
    	This seemed to settle Cody's curiosity. At this time Jordan came
    waddling into the room, barely able to walk in the cloth diapers he had
    on.
    	"These are hard to walk in," he said.
    	"All the more reason to crawl like a baby," I suggested. With
    this, both boys started crawling around, always one behind the other so
    that they could look at each other's diapered butts more.
    	"So, how about I read you boys a story?" I suggested. The boys
    agreed to this and asked what I was going to read to them.
    	"It's a surprise," I said. "You'll have to go out to the front
    room and wait for me to bring it."
    	Cody and Jordan crawled their way out of their room.. I stood in
    the hall and watched them crawl all the way to the couch where they
    both seated themselves. I then reached into my bag and pulled out the
    story I brought with me. I took my seat in the recliner and spread my
    legs out to let the boys see how wide my diapered crotch was.
    	"Okay, boys, I'm going to read you a story that I wrote earlier
    this year."
    	"What's it called?" they asked.
    	"I call it 'A Boy Gets His Wish.'"
    	"What's it about?" Cody asked.
    	"You'll find out," I said as I began reading the story to the
    boys who both leaned back on the couch and listened attentively:

    A BOY GETS HIS WISH
    By Chris Barrett

    Nine-year-old Billy was walking home through the woods one day after
    school, just like he always did. He usually had his friends with him,
    but today Billy was alone. His friends wanted to do other things. While
    Billy was walking along the path he spotted something in the distance
    that he never saw before in all the times he had taken this path as a
    shortcut to his house over the hill. It looked like a well, just like
    the ones he had seen in some of his storybooks. He walked closer and
    closer to the mysterious object and confirmed that it wasn't his
    imagination. It cast a shadow in the afternoon sunlight, so he knew it
    was really there. It was a real well! Why had he never seen it before?
    Had it been there all that time, or was Billy lost and on a different
    path? Nope, it was the same path, all right. The break in the trees at
    the end of the path led to his back yard as always.

    Billy then walked over to the well. He cautiously approached it,
    fearing that it may be more than just a well, but perhaps a trap. He
    studied it for a moment, standing at a safe distance, and soon
    determined that whatever it was, wherever it came from, he had nothing
    to worry about. He put his hands upon the rock rim of the well, one
    hand at a time. He then looked down to see how deep it was. It was so
    deep that he couldn't see the bottom of it. A dark, seemingly endless
    hole was all that appeared before him.

    Billy had read in some of his storybooks about wishing wells, where a
    person drops a penny in the well, makes his wish, and his wish is
    granted. But these were just storybooks, and there was no such thing as
    real wishing wells, Billy thought. Billy figured he would try making a
    wish anyway, just for the fun of it, not expecting his wish to really
    come true, of course. Billy reached into his pocket and pulled out a
    whole handful of pennies that he had won in a game of poker he and his
    friends played during lunch that day, the reason his friends weren't
    walking home with him the day. He chose a penny with the year 1984 on
    it, the year he was born. He tossed the penny into the well, watching
    it descend into the black void far below. After several seconds of
    silence he heard his penny finally go "plop" in the water.

    Billy's wish wasn't materialistic like you might think it would be.
    Sure, he could have wished for a million dollars or all of his favorite
    toys, but Billy's wish was something that meant much more to him. You
    see, Billy's childhood, as good as it was otherwise, had one major
    blemish, something he wished had never happened. When Billy was three
    years old his mom started making him use the potty. His big sister
    Amanda was out of diapers when she was two years old, never once had an
    accident afterwards, not even at night. This made Billy's mom expect
    him to be easy to potty train, too. She knew that boys take longer to
    potty train than girls do, but she still had high hopes for her son to
    separate himself from his diapers.

    Not so. Billy hated using the potty. Every time his mom would come over
    to him and ask him if he had to go potty, Billy would say "NO!" But
    Billy's mom knew that he did have to go, so she'd say "Billy? I think
    you're lying to me."

    "NO! I DON'T WANNA GO POTTY!" Billy would loudly protest. He'd scowl
    and he'd fold his arms up over his chest to show his refusal, but his
    mom wouldn't have any of this. She'd grab Billy by the wrist and drag
    him away from his favorite playthings. Billy would try to resist and
    he'd drag his feet and grab onto anything he could to keep his mom from
    taking him into the bathroom to sit on that awful potty! His mom would
    then threaten to spank him if he didn't cooperate, so poor Billy would
    be reduced to tears, and the bawling boy would be hauled into the
    bathroom against his will. His mother would take off his diaper and
    tell him to sit on the potty and not to get off of it until he was
    done.

    "BUT I DON'T HAVE TO GO!" Billy wailed as loudly as he could. His mom
    just stood there, waiting for Billy to pee or poop into the toilet, but
    all he did was cry. He exhausted his mother's patience, and after
    awhile she'd give up and put Billy's diaper back on and he'd go back to
    playing.

    Two minutes later Billy would pee and poop in his diaper, just like he
    wanted to all along. He didn't understand why he couldn't pee or poop
    in his diapers. Billy loved diapers. He'd been wearing them since the
    day he was born. He was glad to wear them and he didn't understand why
    he had to give them up now. His diapers felt so soft and warm against
    his tender young skin. He loved how they looked, bulging out so big and
    fluffy white from in between his legs and all over his behind. Billy
    would often sneak into his mom and dad's bedroom just to look at
    himself in the full-length mirror wearing his diapers.

    Billy also loved the way that his mom would so lovingly remove his wet
    and dirty diapers and then gently wipe his tender bottom clean. This
    felt so good to Billy. He loved the nurturing and the attention. He
    loved watching his mom bring out a fresh diaper. He enjoyed the sweet
    smell of a clean diaper, and that warm, comfortable secure feeling of a
    diaper pulled up in between his legs was so heavenly. Billy knew he
    looked cute in his diapers and he loved everything else about those
    wonderful diapers. How could he give up getting these pleasant
    experiences that he enjoyed every day and be forced to use some stupid
    potty!

    Billy saw his mom and dad sit on that toilet as well as his sister, but
    Billy knew he was a little boy, and little boys don't use the potty as
    far as Billy was concerned. Billy was determined to stay a little boy,
    too. so he wasn't about to give them up the diapers that symbolized his
    little boyhood, no matter what his mom said about him being a "big boy"
    or any of that other stuff his mom tried to do to get him to use the
    potty.

    Billy's Mom promised him everything from Happy Meals to Disney video
    rentals, to taking him to Toys R Us to pick out his favorite toy. None
    of this worked, and all Billy wanted to do was to make sure that he
    didn't show that he could use the toilet, otherwise, he'd lose those
    wonderful diapers he loved so much.

    Time went on. Six months later Billy was still refusing the use the
    potty. His mom became desperate and she was not going to have a four-
    year-old son in diapers. She lost her patience with Billy and turned
    the job over to his sister, which Billy hated even more. His sister
    would drag Billy into the bathroom and take his diaper off and hold him
    down on the toilet. This only led to fighting, lots of screaming and
    kicking, causing his sister to give up and say, "Fine, Billy, stay in
    diapers for all I care!" before leaving the bathroom with scratch marks
    on her arms. This was exactly what Billy was wanting.

    Billy's fourth birthday was coming soon and the pressure was on more
    than ever. Billy's dad went so far as to take a week off from work,
    giving up precious vacation time to stay home and work with his son on
    using the potty. Billy's dad wasn't as easygoing as his mom was. He'd
    make Billy stay in the bathroom for what seemed like hours, costing
    Billy his valuable play time. Billy would eventually pee and poop,
    proving that he could hold it and control when he could release his
    wastes. It was only because Billy had no diapers now and was made to go
    around naked did he feel that he had no other option but to sit there.

    Billy received little praise or reward for his using the toilet. About
    all he got was, "it's about time, Billy! You should have been using the
    toilet a long time ago!" These were no words of encouragement and Billy
    only felt further belittled by his failure to please his parents even
    when he felt that he had finally done what they expected him to do.

    His dad threatened spankings and actually used them a number of times,
    adding to Billy's misery. His dad spanked a lot harder than his mom
    did. His dad yelled a lot more, too, loudly enough to shatter Billy's
    sensitive little eardrums as well as his fragile ego. As if sitting on
    the toilet wasn't bad enough, the fact that his buns were reddened by
    his dad's swift hand compounded the boy's hurt feelings. His dad then
    became desperate. It was Saturday and his week off from work was almost
    up, so that day he chained Billy to the toilet! No amount of screaming,
    hollering, or begging could get Billy's Dad to remove the chain pulled
    over his waist. Billy exhausted himself and collapsed as he sat
    hopelessly on the toilet. He had to pee and poop. He tried to hold it
    until he had a diaper back on or was at least off of that toilet, but
    he couldn't hold it any longer and he had to go. Knowing that this
    would free him from the chain, he hollered for his Dad and said "I did
    it, Dad!" It wasn't a proud voice, but instead it was a desperate plea
    to be unchained. His dad came into the bathroom and examined the
    contents of the toilet bowl. Again, no "good boy" or "nice job", just a
    warning that this would happen again if he refused to cooperate.

    Soon, after Billy's father went back to work, Billy was back to his old
    ways, but still without his diapers. Running naked around the house,
    Billy would pee and poop on the carpet, in the chair, on the couch,
    wherever he was sitting. His Mom scolded him and spanked him for doing
    this, but to Billy it was worth it as he got his diapers back, but not
    for long. Billy knew that his dad would be home all weekend, and the
    horror that he had faced the week before would come back again. All his
    dad had to do was bring out the chain and the paddle, and Billy
    immediately fled for the bathroom.

    Once his dad went back to work, Billy thought he was safe and he could
    go back to wearing diapers again. His Mom was now getting tough. She
    taped his last twenty diapers up on his bedroom wall, writing a big,
    red number on each of them with a big marker. They were numbered from
    20 to 1, counting down from top to bottom. Billy knew that these were
    his final diapers, and after this, he would have no more diapers.
    Throughout the week Billy watched his diaper supply dwindling rapidly.
    By Wednesday morning he was down to only nine diapers. Before the end
    of Thursday they'd be gone. Billy knew that his resolve to remain in
    diapers had been defeated. He protested and had accidents in his pants,
    but this only resulted in getting spanked. Billy put up a good fight,
    but he finally lost his diapers.

    Billy stood there by the well for several minutes as he thought back
    upon his terrible toilet training memories. Billy had been wanting his
    diapers back all this time, but he knew that his mother would never let
    him wear them. On this thought, Billy had finally formulated his wish
    in his mind:

    "I wish for everyone to forget that I was ever toilet trained." Billy
    said to himself. "And I wish that I could wear diapers."

    Billy then realized that in order for his second wish to be fulfilled,
    he'd have to toss in another penny, and so he did. He reached into his
    pocket again and selected another 1984 penny and then tossed it in.
    Having paid for his second wish, Billy restated this particular wish:

    "I wish that I could wear diapers... all the time," he added on at the
    last second, thinking that his wish would have been "entered" without
    that final clause had he not gotten it in there.

    Billy then looked at the remaining pennies in his pocket, thinking
    "Holy cow! I could wish for... anything... everything! Maybe I won a
    lot more at that poker game than I thought!"

    Billy then began to ponder several other things that he could wish for
    as he idly shuffled his pennies from one had to another. Suddenly, a
    flash of light surrounded Billy, momentarily blinding him. When his
    eyesight restored itself, Billy found himself standing before the well
    wearing some very thick cloth diapers with lots of pins in them,
    covered by a heavy pair of plastic pants. He also didn't have his shoes
    on anymore, but he still had his socks.

    "Holy moly!" Billy exclaimed as he looked down at his diapers. "It
    happened! I really happened! I got my wish!"

    Billy then wondered what had happened to his pants and his shoes, and
    more importantly, what had happened to the pennies that he now knew
    would bring him a virtually endless plethora of wealth and fortune. As
    Billy searched for his pants and his pennies he thought about wishing
    for a million dollars, in pennies, so he could make a million more
    wishes.

    Suddenly, a loud, deep voice erupted from the bottom of the well.

    "Your wishes have been granted, Billy," came the mysterious voice.

    "Who said that?" Billy shouted, suddenly in a panic. It was enough to
    make him wet his new diapers for the first time. "Who are you? Where
    are you? And how do you know my name?"

    "I granted your wishes, Billy," the voice spoke again. "Come closer,
    Billy. Come look down inside the well."

    "Y-y-you're, n-n-not g-g-gonna h-h-hurt m-me, are, are y-y-y--y-you?"
    Billy stammered in extreme fear.

    "I shall not hurt you," the voice spoke. "But we must talk before you
    go on your way."

    "So, you really are a wishing well!" Billy said as he spoke down into
    the well.

    "That I am," the well said.

    "How long have you been here?" Billy asked the well.

    "Many, many years," the well answered.

    "But I come through here every day," Billy said. "I've never seen you
    before."

    "I only appear when people are alone, and I only appear for that person
    once," the well said. "And I only appear for people whom I know have
    genuine wishes, and every day, as you walked by me, I could sense your
    wishes. That's how I know your name."

    "Wow, uhh, gee, thanks for granting me my wishes," I said nervously. "I
    bet I'm the only one to wish for diapers, huh?"

    "I shall not speak what others have wished, for to do so shall
    invalidate their wishes," the well spoke sagely. "When a person
    requests a wish, everything around them changes based on that wish.
    Your parents never toilet trained you and you have been in diapers this
    whole time."

    "Really?" Billy spoke in disbelief. "You mean, now it's like I was
    never spanked, like I was never chained to the toilet?"

    "All of that now belongs to my past, not yours," the well spoke.

    "So, how will I explain this to my mom and dad and my sister when I get
    home?"

    "You have nothing to explain," the well spoke. "Your parents never
    toilet trained you, so they and your sister will expect to see you in
    diapers."

    "Okay, but, I still remember being toilet trained, so what I remember
    wouldn't be the same as what everyone else remembers."

    "That's why I had you come over to me," the well spoke. "Your wish
    still needs to be finalized by taking a leap of faith into my depths."

    "Uhh, run that by me again?" Billy asked nervously.

    "In order to finally get your wish, you must leap into my depths," the
    well spoke again.

    "You mean, jump down into you?" Billy asked.

    "Yes, Billy. You have trusted me this far, so you must trust me to
    carry your wish all the way through."

    "But I need to find my pants first," Billy said.

    "You have no pants on right now, Billy," the well said.

    "I know, I need to find them. Otherwise, how could I explain to my Mom
    why I don't have my pants on?"

    "Billy, at this very moment, you are wearing no pants. You are at home
    sitting in front of your TV playing Nintendo with your sister. All you
    have on are those diapers and the shirt that you're wearing. That's why
    you have no shoes on, either."

    "I don't understand," Billy said, confused now.

    "Allow me to explain. Right now, you are frozen in time. Until you take
    your leap of faith into my portal to your new world, you will remain
    right here."

    "My new world?" Billy asked.

    "Yes, Billy. Once you take your leap into my depths, you will pass
    through my portal which will take you out of your old world, as you
    previously knew it, and once you enter your new world, it will be as if
    nothing ever happened. You will have no recollection of this experience
    or of your previous experiences after you pass through. You will have
    many fine and fun, fulfilling memories from your earlier childhood of
    being kept in diapers, never once using a toilet."

    "That good, eh?" Billy said.

    "I have read your mind, Billy, and I know that this is a wish that only
    I could make possible. Your life will be very much enriched upon diving
    into my depths."

    "Okay," Billy said. "But there's just one more thing. What happened to
    the rest of my pennies?"

    "Those pennies were used to fulfill your other wishes," the well said.

    "My other wishes?" Billy asked. "You mean, like getting a million bucks
    in pennies so I could make a million more wishes?"

    "Absolutely not, Billy," the well spoke sternly. "I do not grant wishes
    based solely on greed, and those who passed by me with greedy wishes in
    their minds knew not of my existence. I only make myself known to those
    whose wishes cannot be fulfilled by worldly means."

    "So, what did happen to my pennies then?"

    "There were many details concerning your diaper wishes, and the only
    way I could fulfill these wishes was to use the remaining pennies. You
    wanted cloth diapers, you wanted to be in just your diapers the whole
    time you were home. You wanted your sister to enjoy changing you and
    reminding you that because you are a boy, that only boys wear diapers.
    Everything that you wanted about wearing diapers has been granted. You
    even wished for all girls to have the understanding that diapers are
    strictly a boys thing and that only boys like to wear diapers, and that
    girls enjoy changing boys' diapers and accept it as their duty as being
    girls. All girls become potty trained upon learning how to walk. When
    you enter your new world, you will find that all of these wishes, too,
    have been granted."

    "Well, in that case, here goes," Billy said as he climbed up on the rim
    of the well. He hesitated for a moment as he anticipated making this
    dive of an undetermined depth. It looked like an abyss, and there was
    no telling for how long he would fall until he took the plunge. Having
    faith in what his life would be like upon jumping, Billy took a deep
    breath and leaped off of the rim of the well and down into its depths.
    Once everything around him went black, he was instantly transported to
    his new world. Just as the well had told him, he was sitting there in
    front of the TV playing Nintendo games with Amanda, beating her.

    At this point, Billy never knew of his former past. As far as he knew,
    he was kept in diapers the whole time. His photo albums proved this, as
    nearly every picture taken of him showed him in his diapers. Billy had
    all new friends, too. They were all boys who wore diapers. Billy was
    careful not to wish that all boys wear diapers, as to do so would have
    made it so that boys wearing diapers wouldn't have been anything
    special, no different than the fact that all girls need to wear tampons
    from time to time.

    If Billy had any idea of how things had once been, he would have
    recognized that now all the girls enjoyed changing boys' diapers. Many
    of Amanda's friends had no brothers or male cousins and enjoyed coming
    over just to change Billy's diapers. No girl in her right mind ever
    thought of wearing diapers herself.

    After the game was over, Amanda told Billy that he smelled really had
    and needed a diaper change, so she told Billy to go to his bedroom.
    Amanda followed close behind, enjoying the view of her brother's
    thickly diapered butt. He hopped up on the changing table and let her
    go to work, doing what she had been doing ever since she was six years
    old and Billy was four. She took off his wet, smelly diapers and wiped
    his genitals clean, making sure his butt crack was cleared of any poop.
    She then generously powdered his butt and his balls before applying the
    very tall and thick stack of diapers that she always put on him. She
    pinned him up tightly using a dozen diaper pins on each side of his
    outermost diaper. When she was finished she topped his massive diapers
    off with two pairs of plastic pants. Then, just to show her love and
    her affection for her brother, she slapped his diapered butt and then
    left the room.

    Billy then decided to count his change after seeing how full his money
    jar had become. He mostly had pennies, but he had also amassed several
    nickels, dimes and quarters. He had almost three dollars worth of
    pennies. He figured they might buy him a few candy bars. He never
    thought about using those pennies for making any wishes. Billy was
    happy with his diapered life, and though unbeknownst to him, his wishes
    had already come true.

    THE END

    	The boys thoroughly enjoyed every word of my story. For the most
    part they sat still and paid attention, but since they were enjoying
    the story so much I could see each of them rubbing their diapered
    bottoms back and forth on the couch. Cody even straddled the arm of the
    couch and scooted his diapered crotch back and forth over it
    repeatedly. The boys were laughing as I tried to do a James Earl Jones
    voice when doing the parts where the well spoke, but this was hard for
    me to do at least until puberty fully ran its course. The boys kept
    asking me to do the well voice. I think they just liked hearing me try
    to do it, knowing that I couldn't. I also had to change a few words
    while reading through my story. Billy didn't just say "holy cow" or
    "holy moly," for example.
    	Soon it would be time for Sue to come home. I debated whether or
    not to leave the boys in their cloth diapers. I asked them if they had
    wet or pooped in them.
    	"You can't tell?" Cody asked me as he turned around and showed me
    his diapered butt.
    	"No, can you?" I asked Cody as I told him to examine my diapers.
    	"No, all I can see is your diaper BUTT! And your diapers look
    clean!" Cody replied.
    	"Just on the outside," I said. "Either you and Jordan were too
    busy listening to me read my story, or you just didn't hear me pooping
    in my diapers a few minutes ago."
    	Jordan then went up to his twin brother and stuck his diapered
    front forward and lifted his shirt. He said, "Hey Cody! Betcha can't
    tell if my diaper's clean or not!"
    	Cody bent down and examined Jordan's diaper closely.
    	"I can't tell!" Cody said to Jordan. He then turned around and
    stuck his butt in Jordan's face and said, "here, look at mine!"
    	Jordan stuck his face into Cody's diapered behind and tried to
    determine whether his twin brother had done anything in his diapers.
    Jordan then took a whiff and then backed off.
    	"Aww, phew, you pooped in your diapers!" Jordan said.
    	"How can you tell?" Cody asked.
    	"I can smell it!" Jordan answered.
    	"You mean you can smell it, through all those diapers?" Cody
    asked incredulously.
    	"The diapers keep most of the smell in, but some of it still
    leaks out and you can still smell it, especially if you bury your noses
    in each other's butts like that," I said with a smile.
    	"So, Jordan, you're poopy, we know that, how about you, Cody?"
    	"Come sniff my butt and find out," he said with a giggle. He then
    bent over and let me take a whiff of his behind.
    	"Yep, you're a poopy-butt, too, Cody!" I said as I playfully
    slapped his butt after detecting the faint, but easily recognizable
    odor of his poopy diapers. I looked at the time and debated whether to
    leave the boys in their cloth diapers until their mom got home, seeing
    that they were enjoying them very much, or to change them now so that I
    wouldn't be late getting home for dinner.
    	"So, what do you think of those diapers?" I asked the boys.
    	"We LOVE 'em!" Cody said with a big grin on his face. He was
    pulling up on his plastic pants.
    	"What do you like about them?" I asked the boys. They just kept
    smiling and said, "everything!" I then asked them several questions, to
    which they kept nodding and saying "yeah!"
    	"You like how they look? You like how they feel? You like the
    pins? You like how I used so many of them? You like having lots of
    thick, white diapers on like that? You like how they make your butts
    look really big? You like how they make you waddle? You like how you
    can pee and poop a lot in them?"
    	"I like how they're so BIG!" Cody said as he sat down and
    examined the bulging crotch of his cloth diapers.
    	"They make my butt look big!" Jordan giggled as he rolled onto
    the floor and lifted his legs in the air and starting kicking them.
    	"We wanna ask our mom to get us some!" Jordan said as he mimicked
    his brother.
    	"When your mom gets home I'll tell her about Thickies diapers and
    where to get them. You guys will LOVE those even more!"
    	"What are Thickies?" Cody asked.
    	"This..." I said with a short pause before pulling down my three
    pairs of plastic pants and then continued.
    	"...is a Thickies diaper."
    	I then proceeded to explain the features that made Thickies
    diapers different than regular diapers. Both of the boys looked at each
    other excitedly as they thought about what it would be like to wear
    such big and thick diapers. I told them that tomorrow I'd bring my
    proofs that were taken of me this summer when I posed for Thickies
    diapers ads, which the boys couldn't wait to see.
    	I then asked the boys if they were ready to be changed. As I
    expected, they both said "NO!" at the same time.
    	"We wanna keep wearing them and show them to our Mom!" Jordan
    said.
    	"Well, okay then, I guess I won't change your poopy diapers," I
    replied with a smile. The boys seemed to be pleased with this, knowing
    that they'd get to enjoy their cloth diapers awhile longer.
    	A few minutes later Sue came home. While she wasn't surprised
    that we were all in diapers, she wasn't expecting us all to be in cloth
    diapers, especially with how thick they were.
    	"Oh my!" Sue exclaimed as she saw our three prominently padded
    white butts. "Are we all just a little diapered or what?"
    	"I hope you don't mind. Sue," I said, stopping myself short of
    apologizing. "The boys wanted to try wearing cloth diapers, so I
    brought some over for them to wear."
    	"That's all right," Sue said to me. "What do the boys think of
    them?"
    	"Let's just say they're in forty-ninth heaven," I said. "You
    know, seventh heaven, seven times over."
    	"We LOVE these diapers, Mom!" Cody said as he ran up to his mom
    and lifted his shirt to show his cloth diapers in their entirety.
    Jordan then did the same, but then proceeded to turn around and said,
    "look how big these diapers make my butt look!"
    	"Yeah, I see that," their mom said. "Those are some rather big
    diapers, I must say."
    	"They're my diapers," I said. "Even when I folded them so that
    they'd fit Cody and Jordan, they still come up really high."
    	"Well, Chris, your diapers aren't exactly very modest, either,"
    Sue said as she noted the high rise of my diapers.
    	"These are my Thickies diapers on top," I said. "They're supposed
    to go up high like this."
    	"They'd go above Jordan's and Cody's heads!" Sue exclaimed.
    	"They come in smaller sizes," I told Sue. "But they're all just
    as thick."
    	"Where do you get diaper pins that size?" Sue asked as she saw
    them poking through my triple plastic pants. I pulled them all down to
    let her see the pins.
    	"They're made for use with Thickies diapers," I told her,
    pointing out the Thickies logo on the heads of each pin. "They give you
    four pins with each diaper now, but you can always buy extras."
    	"Can we get some cloth diapers?" Jordan asked his mom, jumping up
    and down the best he could in the thick diapers he had on.
    	"We want THICKIES diapers!" Jordan specified.
    	"Well boys, since it seems that you love those diapers so much, I
    suppose," their mom said. The two boys couldn't have possibly been
    happier as they danced around and rolled around on the floor.
    	"Gosh, they don't even get this excited on Christmas or their
    birthday!" Sue said to me. "I guess I can get used to the extra
    laundry, and it would save on buying them disposables all the time."
    	"They'd still have to wear disposables to school like I do," I
    told Sue.
    	"I figured that," Sue replied. "There's no way my boys could wear
    those diapers to school. They'd have to get some awfully big pants and
    their diapers would definitely show."
    	"Well, Thickies diapers aren't meant for wearing under any
    clothes," I told Sue. "They're designed for kids who love really super
    thick and big diapers."
    	"Like my sons, as I can see," Sue said.
    	"And me, of course," I added.
    	"We wanna wear these all night!" Jordan said.
    	"You boys probably need changing," Sue said. "Problem with those
    diapers is there's no way to tell."
    	"Yeah there is," Jordan said as he stuck his behind towards his
    mom. "Just smell my butt!"
    	"I'm pretty sure you boys need to be changed, anyway," their mom
    said.
    	"Aww, but we wanna wear *these* diapers!" Cody pleaded.
    	"Well, I need to get them washed and get them back to Chris,"
    their mom said. "Tell you what, boys. I'll change you out of them and
    have you wear your disposables, and then by the time you boys go to bed
    the cloth diapers will be clean and I'll let you wear them to bed."
    	The boys seemed to be happy about this. I told Sue about Kidz
    Klothez as the place to get Thickies diapers. I also told Sue to ask
    for Mary and to say "Chris sent me here."
    	"I will," Sue said. I then asked Sue if she knew how to fold and
    pin on cloth diapers.
    	"Oh yes, I used to babysit back when cloth diapers were still
    commonly used, I still remember."
    	"You used to babysit?" I asked Sue.
    	"Of course," she replied. "Babysitting is a rite of passage in
    girlhood. Most girls babysit at one time or another, which was why I
    was surprised to get a boy to babysit my boys, which I think is the
    best thing, especially as you wear diapers like they do."
    	"What was the oldest child you babysat who wore diapers?" I asked
    Sue.
    	"There was this kid--" Sue started.
    	"A boy?" I cut in, unable to refrain from ascertaining that the
    gender of the diapered child in question was in my favor.
    	"Oh yes, he was a boy," Sue replied, much to my pleasure. "He had
    just turned four and still diapers, although he was in potty training
    by then."
    	"Is that all? Four was the oldest?" I asked, surprised and
    disappointed that Sue didn't have any stories about older boys wearing
    diapers, like age seven or eight. That, and I was disappointed that
    this boy was going through toilet training. I figured Sue would have
    become understanding of boys who'd rather wear diapers by having
    babysat some who were older.
    	"Oh yes. Back then, having a child in diapers past the age of
    three wasn't as common as it is now," Sue told me.
    	"Even for boys?" I asked.
    	"Well, boys still toilet trained later than girls then like they
    do now, if at all, but even by the time a boy was three most parents
    expected them to be potty trained."
    	I then realized that it was 6:15 and had spent the last ten
    minutes talking to Sue. "Shit," I said to myself as I looked at my
    watch.
    	"May I use your phone, please?" I asked Sue. She told me to go
    ahead, so I called my Mom and told her I'd be on my way.
    	"Better hurry," Mom said. "Dinner will be ready in just a few
    minutes."
    	"Thanks, Sue," I said as I headed towards the door. Sue then
    stopped me.
    	"Aren't you going to put your pants on before you leave?"
    	"I didn't wear any pants," I said.
    	"You mean, you just rode your bike over here in just your
    diapers?"
    	"Oh yeah, I did it all last summer," I replied.
    	"Well, okay," Sue said. "I was wondering what you could have
    possibly worn to fit over those enormous diapers of yours."
    	"That's why I didn't wear any pants," I said. "That, and I'd just
    rather be in my diapers, anyway."
    	"Not to be the devil's advocate, but doesn't it bother you to
    have people stare and point at you?"
    	"Most of the people in my area are used to it, and I'm pretty
    sure the people on your street will get used to it, too."
    	"I just hope you don't plan on coming over here like that once it
    turns cold."
    	"As much as I'd like to come over here in just my diapers, I
    don't plan on riding in the cold without pants on."
    	"Okay, Chris, you'd better get going," Sue kindly reminded me.
    "I'll get your diapers back to you tomorrow," she said as I went out
    the door and left for home. I hopped on my bike and pedaled as fast as
    I could to get home in time for dinner. As I looked behind me I saw
    Cody and Jordan standing at the window probably staring at my diapered
    butt as I rode off. I made a mental note to myself to ask them about
    this tomorrow.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 148
    ----------------------------

    	I always hoped for Fridays to be a good day. The weekend was just
    around the corner. I had a lot of activities planned and was looking
    forward to doing them over the weekend, so I couldn't wait. I was in
    high spirits, counting down the hours and the minutes until the
    dismissal bell rang.
    	My spirits were dampened, or rather, drenched, like my diapers
    are on most mornings after I wake up, when during Social Studies an
    office aide came in to the classroom to deliver a note indicating that
    one of us was to report to a school official. I was hoping it would be
    for Ellis to see Mr. Swain since he had been a total ass to me ever
    since the school year started. In spite of Mr. Mathers' repeated
    warnings, he didn't do much to carry out his threat. Maybe today was
    that day.
    	Mr. Mathers took the note from the aide and looked at it.
    	"Come on, say it's for Ellis, say it's for Ellis," I was thinking
    hopefully to myself.
    	"Chris," he said as he looked at me and motioned for me to come
    to the front of the class, holding the slip.
    	"Bus-ted!" Ellis said. "Chris is bus-ted!"
    	With my back turned to Mr. Mathers, I gestured jack-off motions
    to Ellis, something I had never actually done in this manner as I
    always had diapers on when jacking off. As I walked up to get the slip
    from Mr. Mathers I was thinking that it was probably Dr. Austin calling
    me back in to do some more tests. Confidently, I looked at the slip,
    assuming that this was who I was to report to. My stomach dropped when
    I saw Mr. Swain's name written on the slip instead.
    	"Oh shit, what did I do?" I thought to myself briefly before
    leaving the classroom. I was scared and confused as I nervously walked
    to the vice-principal's office. All along the way I got thinking about
    what Mr. Swain would want to talk to me about. Maybe Mr. Eastman had an
    issue that he felt Mr. Swain needed to handle. Other than this, I
    couldn't imagine what possible reason I'd be called to see Mr. Swain.
    	I entered the office and my hand was shaking nervously as I
    handed the slip to the secretary. She looked at me, knowing that I was
    nervous. She remembered me from when I was in to see Dr. Austin.
    	"Just have a seat and Mr. Swain will see you shortly," she told
    me as she pointed to the row of chairs. As I sat there I felt my diaper
    getting wetter. I was so nervous that I was short on breath. About
    three minutes later Luke came in to the office, trembling with
    trepidation. Now I was really puzzled, but I was beginning to make a
    connection. Mr. Brown must have been behind this, whatever it was
    about.
    	Luke was just as confused and as nervous as I was. He took his
    seat next to me.
    	"What do you think this about?" I whispered to him.
    	"I dunno," Luke shrugged, lifting his hands upward at his sides.
    	"No talking, boys," the secretary sternly commanded us. Funny how
    she wasn't as nice when dealing with kids who were waiting to see Mr.
    Swain.
    	A few minutes later Mr. Swain opened his office door. He was
    escorting Tony out of there and into the detention room which was down
    the hall and next door his office. Tony looked at me briefly. He looked
    distraught and afraid. What the fuck was going on here?
    	A couple minutes later Mr. Swain returned and called "Chris
    Barrett" loudly as he motioned for me to join him in his office. After
    I was in his office he slammed the door. I was petrified and I had no
    idea what I even did wrong.
    	"Have a seat, Mr. Barrett," he said as he pointed to the chair. I
    sat nervously as I waited for Mr. Swain to read the charges, whatever
    they were. He turned around and opened a folder on his desk. When he
    turned around he held up a couple Polaroid photographs to my face.
    	"I want you to explain what this is to me, Mr. Barrett," he
    ordered me in a cold voice. I studied the photos for several seconds as
    he continued to hold them before me. The pictures showed the inside of
    a car piled up with several soiled diapers. They were all over the
    seats, both front and back. There must have been at least a hundred
    very wet and dirty diapers, they were all over! Even the dash had
    diapers strewn all over it. All of the diapers were green, too, which
    indicated to me that they were Depends. Nobody I knew wore Depends or
    any other diaper that was green. We all exclusively wore white diapers.
    	"Mr. Barrett, I want an answer," Mr. Swain pressed. "What can you
    tell me about this?"
    	"Uhhh, nothing," I said as my voice cracked.
    	"Nothing, eh?" Mr. Swain said as his angry, icy stare pierced my
    eyes.
    	"I, I have no idea who, or what, I mean, who did that," I said. I
    thought I was going to pass out from being so nervous. Seeing his
    paddle hanging on the wall only made me even more nervous. It was even
    bigger than the one that Mr. Jenkins used in grade school, and I never
    had the misfortune of feeling that thing slapping my butt at high
    velocity. It had the holes drilled into it, too, as if the wide board
    itself wasn't enough to inflict pain. The handle was worn and the
    paddle itself showed signs of much usage. I then looked behind me and
    saw a large dark-tinted window to my back. Through this window I could
    see the detention room. I saw Tony sitting at a desk, staring up at the
    ceiling, along with Bryce and Jay. They were all spread out as far as
    possible, each one of them in a corner. Above this window was a speaker
    mounted in the wall. Every now and then I could hear feet shuffling,
    noses sniffling, coughing and other noises from the detention room. I
    even heard a fart, but I was in no mood to laugh.
    	"Chris, look at me when I'm talking to you!" Mr. Swain demanded
    as he set the photos down on his desk and took his chair. I quickly
    turned my head back around. "I want an answer!"
    	"My answer is, I don't know what this is about," I whimpered,
    sounding confused, ready to cry.
    	"Tell me what you see in these photos!" he coerced me to answer.
    	"It looks like someone's car, and, and someone s-s-spill,
    spilled, er... uh... p- pile-piled up some... uh, uh.. oh... some d-d-
    d-d-d-diapers," I managed to finally get out.
    	"That's right, Mr. Barrett," Mr. Swain replied. "I hope your
    other answers will come out faster than that."
    	"I'm nervous," I cried.
    	"I don't care that you're nervous," Mr. Swain said. "If you're
    responsible for this, you have a very good reason to be nervous," Mr.
    Swain said. "I expect students to be nervous, scared of me," Mr. Swain
    continued, seeming to take a perverse, sadistic pleasure in his ability
    to intimidate students. "If they're not scared of me, then I'm not
    doing my job, so don't waste any hopes and think for a second that
    whimpering or whining is going to do you a bit of good."
    	"But I didn't do anything!" I cried defensively. "Besides, I
    don't even know whose car that is!"
    	"I did NOT give you permission to talk now, did I?!" Mr. Swain
    shouted.
    	"You wanted an explanation, and that's all I can tell you!" I
    said, again holding back tears.
    	"You're already in a lot in trouble, boy, don't push your luck!"
    	This guy was a first-class prick. He'd better hope his phone
    number and his address weren't listed in the phone book. Right now I
    had a good mind to go trash his house this weekend if someone else
    hadn't already beaten me to it.
    	"Now, I am going to give you one more chance to tell me what this
    is about," Mr. Swain said.
    	"I told you, I have no idea who did this, or what!" I said, my
    eyes streaming with tears now. "For one thing, those are Depends
    diapers, and nobody I know wears them. I know that I don't."
    	"How do you know what brand of diapers they are?" Mr. Swain
    scoffed impatiently. "That's ridiculous!"
    	"Because they're green," I said. I lifted my shirt and showed Mr.
    Swain my diaper showing above my pants. "See? My diapers are white."
    	"That doesn't prove anything," Mr. Swain said. "Sounds like a
    clever little cover-up to me. Well, you weren't clever enough. I'm
    always one step ahead of you kids."
    	"You can't prove that I'm responsible!" I said loudly and
    defensively.
    	"You talk out of turn one more time, Mr. Barrett, and I will put
    that paddle to work on your behind," Mr. Swain warned me as he pointed
    to it. "Just for using that tone of voice with me I should spank you
    anyway, so consider yourself very lucky that I don't."
    	I normally wasn't a violent-minded kid, but I had a good mind to
    literally rip this asshole's head off.
    	"For your information, Mr. Barrett, in case you don't know, that
    car belongs to Mr. Brown. Mr. Brown brought this matter to my
    attention, and because you and a few other boys are the only ones in
    his class who wear diapers, he has suspected beyond a reasonable doubt
    that at least one of you boys is responsible. Now, I haven't yet spoken
    to everyone he has listed here, and maybe you aren't responsible.
    However, since you will not give me any more information as to who is
    responsible, I can only assume that you are acting in defense of your
    friends. Because of your lack of cooperation, I am going to have to
    hold all of you collectively responsible for this. I know you probably
    don't want to snitch on one your buddies, but if you want to save
    yourself some big trouble, kid, I'd highly advise that you give me some
    more information and give me some names, or confess if you are, in
    fact, in any way responsible."
    	I looked at the list on Mr. Swain's desk. Several names had been
    crossed off but there were a few others left to go. I couldn't read any
    of the names clearly, but I could make out Tony's name as well as mine.
    	Mr. Swain was waiting for me to speak. I figured this was my last
    chance to prove my innocence. I began to put three and one together
    (everyone else says "two and two", couldn't resist) and thought about
    how Hugh, Brent, Russ and a couple other suspects of my own were all
    absent yesterday.
    	"I think it was either Hugh, Brent or Russ," I stammered
    nervously.
    	"Wrong answer, wrong answer, and wrong answer," Mr. Swain said.
    "Their names are not on this list that was given to me by Mr. Brown.
    Not only that, but the students whose names you gave me were all
    excused from their classes yesterday. Try again, Mr. Barrett. I'm
    giving you one more chance."
    	"Mr. Swain," I pleaded, having desperately broken down in tears
    now. "Isn't anything I explain to you good enough?! I didn't do it,
    honest, I didn't. And neither did Tony or Jay or anyone else. I think
    somebody framed--"
    	"Has anyone talked to you about doing something like this?" Mr.
    Swain cut in on me.
    	"No!" I stated, desperately begging for his understanding. "But I
    have a feeling it was one of those other kids I told you about!"
    	"Very well, Mr. Barrett, since that's all I'm going to get out of
    you, I will ask you no further questions. I gave you more than enough
    chances, so if you want to excuse yourself from this matter and tell me
    who did it, it is too late now."
    	"But--"
    	"You don't listen very well, do you, Mr. Barrett?" Mr. Swain
    said. "Your speaking privileges are hereby suspended until further
    notice!"
    	Mr. Swain then got up from his desk and opened his door. I was
    hoping that I would be excused, but instead he said, "follow me."
    	Mr. Swain then directed me to the detention classroom. I quickly
    looked over at the chairs in the lobby. Luke was still sitting there,
    clutching onto the seat with his hands between his thighs. Jimmy as
    well as some other boys I didn't recognize were sitting with him, too.
    	"Take that seat in the corner," Mr. Swain said as he pointed to
    the only corner desk not yet occupied. Each desktop was fitted with
    boards mounted on each side to work as blinders so that we couldn't
    look at each other. After I sat down Mr. Swain informed me that he
    could see us through the one-way glass, which from this side looked
    like a mirror; we couldn't see him. He also pointed out the microphones
    which were hanging from the ceiling.
    	"I can hear everything that goes on in this room," Mr. Swain
    said. "You are not to get up from your seat, you are not to talk and
    you are not to look at anyone! And just to make sure that you don't,
    these blinders slide forward to block your view except for what's in
    front of you."
    	With this, Mr. Swain slid the boards on each side of me forward,
    blocking my view outside through the windows. The additional sliding
    boards were on rails mounted to the boards that were attached to the
    desk. Without being able to see Mr. Swain, he said, "If you need to get
    my attention, raise your hand and ask for me. Don't shout, either,
    those microphones are plenty sensitive. If you do need me you'd better
    have darn good reason. Since you're all in diapers, I don't expect any
    of you to request a trip to the restroom, but if you should need to go,
    you will be personally accompanied by me."
    	Mr. Swain then left the room and slammed the door behind him. All
    I could do was sit there and cry in silence. I had absolutely nothing
    to do but to think, and I did a lot of thinking. From what I suspected,
    Mr. Brown had arranged it ahead of time to have Hugh and those other
    asswipes to be absent from school yesterday so that they were
    conveniently free from blame. How he ensured their absences were
    excused remained to be determined. It seemed that these boys must have
    been given some diapers by Mr. Brown so that they could pee and poop in
    them and save them up. Then, while they just happened to be absent,
    either they sneaked onto the school grounds and dumped the dirty
    diapers all over Mr. Brown's car, or Mr. Brown met with them off school
    grounds after school to collect the diapers from the boys and put them
    in his car himself. Mr. Brown obviously went to a lot of trouble to
    plan and to pull off this stunt. I figured he probably bribed his ass-
    kissers. Between bribes and several packages of Depends he must have
    spent a lot of money doing this. I wasn't Sherlock Holmes, but this
    case was pretty easy to figure out.
    	As I sat there for what seemed like forever, I thought about how
    I could prove that Hugh and some of the other boys were responsible.
    The only thing that stood in the way was the fact that their absences
    were excused. Over the next hour or so I heard Mr. Swain escort the
    remaining boys he had talked to into the room, one at a time. I knew
    that Luke was one of them, even though I couldn't see what was going on
    from where I was sitting. I recognized his crying, though. Mr. Swain
    gave everyone the same spiel. During this time my diaper had become
    even wetter and was soiled, too. I knew that Mr. Swain wouldn't excuse
    me to get a diaper change at the nurse's office, so I just sat there
    feeling the filth pile up beneath me and all over my butt, poop being
    channeled up my butt crack to the towards the top of my diaper. Had the
    diaper not gone up so high in the back I would have had poop leaking
    out onto my pants and onto the floor.
    	Third period had passed and it was the middle of fourth period
    before we were allowed to get up from our desks. The smell of wet and
    dirty diapers pervaded the room as most of us were probably due for a
    diaper change.
    	"Everyone get up from your seats and come to the front of the
    room right now," Mr. Swain told us. The excruciating silence had been
    broken at last. We all reported to the front of the room and stood
    before Mr. Swain.
    	"I have spoken to each and every one of you boys individually,
    and none of you has confessed to trashing Mr. Brown's car nor has any
    one of you given me any information whatsoever as to who is
    responsible. All of you were fairly informed that failing to cooperate
    would make you collectively responsible. It appears that all of you
    conspired to pull this off and thought that you could blame Hugh,
    Brent, Russ, Troy, Robby, Michael, Steven, and Jake, as each of these
    names was brought up at least twice. All of these boys were absent and
    excused. You might be thinking that it was a coincidence that they were
    all gone the same day. Well, it wasn't a coincidence. They all had a
    very good reason to miss class yesterday. Their parents called the
    school and informed the front office that these boys all went out
    together last night and got food poisoning. We even called the
    restaurant to verify this, too. The reason I am telling you this is so
    that you won't try to pass the blame onto these boys. It's also
    interesting to note that every one of you pointed out that you don't
    wear Depends diapers. You guys must think you're pretty smart, but
    nobody pulls the wool over my eyes!
    	"This offense constitutes willful destruction of personal
    property on school grounds. The secretary is calling each of your
    parents right now to inform them of this matter. Given the gross
    magnitude of this particular offense, I feel that it is worthy of two
    weeks of after-school detention and three sessions of Saturday
    detention. This will commence tomorrow, pending your parents' approval,
    which is what these forms are for. If your parents do not approve, you
    will be given lunch detention in lieu of the terms I previously
    specified, and this will last for four weeks. Upon your parents'
    authorization, you are to report to the school grounds at nine o'clock
    sharp tomorrow morning. You will spend three hours in this room and you
    will be required to furnish enough study materials to keep you busy.
    Your materials will be examined and your work will be continually
    monitored, so don't expect to spend your time here doodling or
    daydreaming. Failing to appear tomorrow will result in a truancy. Does
    anyone have any questions before I dismiss you?"
    	Everyone looked at each other in stunned silence, knowing that we
    were all innocent and that this whole damn thing was a bunch of shit.
    Once it was determined that nobody had any questions, Mr. Swain handed
    each of us a form to take home to our parents on our way out of the
    detention room. The office aide had written in advance hall passes for
    each of us. They were each marked with the time as we all left the
    office.
    	"I want to fucking kill that Mr. Brown," I muttered under my
    breath. I was so pissed that I was seeing stars. I kicked one of the
    garbage cans in the hallway and lots of papers and other refuse spilled
    out as it tumbled down the hall, echoing loudly. I did this just before
    I turned the corner so that nobody would see who did it. In my mind I
    pictured several teacher's heads all poking out from their classroom
    doors at the same time. Tony and I were alone, so none of the other
    boys would appear to be culpable. Just before going outside to turn our
    hall passes in to Mr. Brown Tony and I each hit the last locker on each
    side of the hallway. Once outside we both cussed up a storm over this
    gross injustice. Mr. Brown seemed to have a smug look on his face as we
    handed him our hall passes.
    	"Aren't you boys proud of what you did?" Mr. Brown told us.
    	"We didn't do it, dammit," I told him firmly, looking him right
    in the eye. He just ignored us and told us to sit on the ground and
    wait until class was over with. It was almost time for the rest of the
    class to hit the showers. For the ten minutes or so that we had, Tony
    and I vented our feelings about today's lousy outcome. Mr. Brown and
    his ass-kissers were looking at us. Hugh came over to me and said, "you
    got in trou-ble! Nah, nah, nah, nah-nah."
    	I just ignored him and thought, "not as much trouble as you'll be
    in, asshole."
    	"You know, that's pretty fucking stupid of you guys to stuff Mr.
    Brown's car full of diapers," he said. He then went into a mocking
    voice.
    	"Uhh, like, there's diapers in my car, gee, I wonder who did
    this? I know, it must have been those damn boys who wear diapers! They
    hate me! Who else would do this!"
    	"God, what a bunch of fucking idiots you guys are!" Hugh said as
    he launched a loogie towards me, but missed.
    	"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath while flipping Hugh off as
    he went back to join his friends and have a good laugh at our expense.
    Tony and I were in despair now and wrote off this and the next several
    weekends. Moreover, we prepared for the worst from our parents as we
    got home. On this gloomy thought we went into the locker room and
    decided that this was as a good of time as any to change our diapers. I
    was not in any mood to pay attention to Mr. Eastman today and I pretty
    much spaced off his entire lesson.
    	When lunch hour came we all got together and we all talked about
    what was going to happen to us. I didn't finish my lunch as my appetite
    was gone now.
    	"There goes my babysitting job," I sighed, knowing that I
    couldn't look after Cody and Jordan after school now, unless Mom opted
    for me to take lunch-hour detention instead. I had a feeling that she
    wouldn't.
    	"Mine, too," Tony said. "And I haven't even started."
    	"Mom's going to kill me," Jay said while trying not to cry. "I
    know she will."
    	"Same here," Bryce added. "We're all in deep shit now, and for no
    reason!"
    	"I told Mr. Swain that I don't wear Depends," Jimmy stated.
    "You'd think that would have convinced him, but no-o-o-o-o."
    	"This is all a bunch of shit, guys," Luke said.
    	"Yeah, and it wasn't even our shit, either," I said. "What do we
    have to do, take DNA samples from all the diapers to prove that it
    wasn't us?"
    	"You wanna be the one to examine their shit, go right ahead, be
    my guest," Luke told me.
    	"We're all innocent, guys," I said. "I don't even know which car
    Phil Brown drives.
    	"It's pretty easy to spot," Luke said. "His license plate says
    COACH PB."
    	"That figures," I said. "What does he drive?"
    	""An old beat-up Pontiac Firebird. Thinks he's hot shit driving
    it around, trying to look cool-- he's not!" Luke said.
    	"You know what Pontiac stands for?" I said, suddenly feeling
    witty to ease the tension. "For Mr. Brown, it stands for 'Poor Ol'
    Newbies Think I'm A Coach.'" This got everyone to laughing. We all
    agreed this was better than what we had all heard what this car acronym
    usually stood for.
    	"It's a real piece of shit, that's for sure," Luke added.
    	"Whoever dumped those diapers in his car turned it into an even
    bigger piece of shit," I said. We all lightened up a little by now, but
    we still had yet to face the music upon going home this afternoon.
    	In sixth period I told Megan about what had happened. She was
    astonished and appalled, knowing that neither me nor anyone else in my
    diaper boys group would have done such a thing. Also, she knew that
    none of us boys ever wore Depends, either.
    	"I know you're innocent, Chris," Megan said, trying to make me
    feel better. "You would have used Thickies, huh?"
    	"That would have been a dead giveaway," I said. "If the ones who
    did it had any sense they would have used Thickies instead."
    	While taking a quiz in Miss Walters' class I thought about how at
    the beginning of the day I was excited to count down the hours and the
    minutes until the bell rang and the weekend would start. Now I was
    dreading each passing second as the time came closer and closer to when
    Mom and Dad would hand my ass to me. I only got a 70% on the quiz
    because of what was on my mind.
    	"Call me and let me know what happens, okay?" Megan said to me
    after class.
    	"I will, as long as I don't get grounded for twenty years," I
    replied to Megan.
    	Seventh period had arrived. Angela could tell that I was upset
    and she asked me what was wrong. I explained everything that had
    happened today. She, too, knew that I was innocent and that none of my
    friends would have ever done such a thing. She also thought that Phil
    Brown might have concocted this entire scheme. I knew there had to have
    been a reason for his sudden niceness.
    	Just as class was getting underway, an office aide came to the
    classroom. I was thinking, "surely they're not calling me out again,
    are they?" It turned out they were.
    	"What the fuck?!" I thought to myself. "What do they want to talk
    to me about now?"
    	I looked at the slip with some faint hope that maybe it was to
    see Dr. Austin this time. It wasn't to see him, but it wasn't to see
    Mr. Swain, either. Instead it was from Mr. Carberry, the principal
    himself.
    	"Oh God," I thought to myself as I clutched onto my chest,
    wondering if something else had turned up. I figured it had to be
    pretty serious if Mr. Carberry had to get involved. Paul, Mike and Joe,
    of course got in a few licks as they knew where I was going and had
    heard about the alleged incident with dirty diapers in Mr. Brown's car.
    	"Gee Chris, what did you do? Throw your diapers into everyone's
    car?" Joe said as I got up. I just ignored him.
    	"See you Monday if I don't get back from the office," I quietly
    said to Angela. "That is, if I'm not suspended."
    	I was crying on the way to the office. I was so frustrated and I
    felt so helpless now. This just wasn't fair; it was a gross injustice
    at best. I almost kicked another garbage can over, but I knew this
    would do no good. Shaking and panting, almost hyperventilating, I went
    into the office. The secretary saw me and she noted my condition.
    	"You don't look too well, sir," she said. "Your complexion is
    very pale. You want me to call the nurse?"
    	"Only if I pass out, and I hope I do," I said as I took my seat.
    	"Are you sure?" she asked me. "What's the problem?"
    	"I'm very scared," I cried. "I'm in big trouble for something I
    didn't even do."
    	The secretary went to the water cooler behind the counter and got
    me a drink.
    	"Maybe this will help you feel better," she said. I thanked her
    and took the water, taking it in one big gulp.
    	Soon, all the other diaper boys began filing into the office
    every few seconds or so. There weren't enough seats for all of us. I
    could tell that everyone else was very nervous, too. We all wanted to
    talk, but we knew that we weren't allowed to do this.
    	A couple minutes later Mr. Carberry came out of his office and
    looked at us. He called out our names to make sure we were all there.
    Once he confirmed that we were all present he called us into his
    office, all at the same time. Unlike Mr. Swain, he didn't slam his
    door. He didn't even seem to be mad at us. He just told us to stand
    before his desk.
    	"First off, everybody relax, take a deep breath," he told us.
    After he gave us a chance to do this, he continued to speak.
    	"I know what all of you boys have been through today, and you
    don't deserve any of it. The reason I have called you all in here is to
    tell you that there was a big misunderstanding over a situation
    concerning Mr. Brown's car. For this, I am apologizing on behalf of the
    school. We determined who the culprits were who filled Mr. Brown's car
    up with dirty diapers, and it wasn't any of you boys. Because of this,
    none of you will have to serve any Saturday detention or any after-
    school detention, no detention at all. All of you are free and clear."
    	A round of sighs and "whew!"'s filled the small office. Mr.
    Carberry gave us a moment to put ourselves at ease upon hearing this
    and to savor the good news. I felt like a hundred tons had just been
    lifted off of my chest.
    	"So what happened?" I asked Mr. Carberry.
    	"One of the mothers of one of the boys who were involved called
    into the school to ask about his attendance yesterday. She had been
    told that his father had called to report that he had gotten sick the
    night before. It turned out that his father passed away a few years
    ago. Whoever it was that called apparently overlooked this slight
    detail, and only his mother would have called in for him. This prompted
    an investigation which eventually led us to conclude that these boys
    tried to frame you, which would explain their absence yesterday. Mr.
    Swain is dealing with them now as we speak, which is one reason I am
    handling this."
    	After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Carberry asked us if we had
    any other concerns over this matter.
    	"Do our parents know that we're innocent now?" Bryce asked.
    	"Yes, they do, everything's been cleared up now. The secretary
    has contacted all of your parents."
    	"So what if something like this happens again?" I asked Mr.
    Carberry.
    	"We will ensure that it doesn't," he told me. After this we were
    excused from his office and told that we could return to our classes.
    Out in the hallway we quietly exchanged hugs with each other as we were
    so happy to find out that our innocence had been proven and our weekend
    was free and clear once again. I cried tears of joy now.
    	"See you on the bus," I told Tony as I parted ways with him,
    wiping the tears from my eyes. I returned to Mr. Williams' classroom
    with a big smile on my face.
    	"Did the secretary give you a blowjob or something, Chris?" Paul
    asked me.
    	"No, and what did you mean by that, anyway?" I asked him.
    	"You looked all happy," he said.
    	"I have a good reason to be happy," I said.
    	"We know that he gets happy with his diapers, that's for sure,"
    Joe remarked.
    	"Whatever it is, don't share with us," Mike said.
    	Angela noted my elated expression and she asked me what the visit
    to Mr. Carberry's office was all about.
    	"Turns out I was right all along," I said after I explained what
    had happened. A few minutes later the dismissal bell rang. After
    dreading the end of the school day, I was now very pleased to hear the
    chime of the day's and the week's final bell.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 149
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    	On the way home from school Tony and I told Jennie about what our
    day was like and how we almost got in big trouble this weekend for
    falsely being accused of putting dirty diapers in Mr. Brown's car. She
    was glad to know that the real perpetrators has been caught. When I got
    home I realized that Cindy wasn't there, but Lisa was.
    	"Where's Cindy?" I asked.
    	"I think she's with Gina," Lisa answered. "You need to call Mom
    at work, too," Lisa told me. An alarmed look appeared on my face. I was
    fearing that Mom may not have gotten the call to inform her that I
    wasn't in trouble anymore, or that she didn't get whole story or the
    right information. I know how these things happen when information has
    to pass through several channels.
    	When Lisa noticed my discomforted look she asked me, "Did you get
    in trouble at school?"
    	"No, but I almost did," I said.
    	"What happened?" she asked.
    	"I'll explain it after I call Mom," I said as I picked up the
    phone. I was still in my pants and my wet and soiled diaper. My
    concerns over Mom wanting me to call her at work distracted me from my
    usual routine of getting cloth-diapered and then going over to Cody's
    and Jordan's house, as well as the fact that Cindy wasn't there today
    to do my diaper change. I didn't think to grab the cordless phone and
    instead used the one in the kitchen. I dialed the main number and then
    Mom's extension number. Mom answered right away.
    	"Yeah, Mom, I was told to call you?" I stated with a crackle in
    voice.
    	"Yes, Chris, I just want to know what this was all about at
    school today," Mom said.
    	"Didn't they already tell you all that?" I asked Mom.
    	"All what?" Mom asked.
    	"What did they tell you?" I asked Mom.
    	"All I know is that at first the secretary called and she told me
    that the principal said that you and your friends saved up a bunch of
    wet and dirty diapers and dumped them all over the inside of Mr.
    Brown's car and made a big, smelly mess, but then later the secretary
    called back and said you guys weren't responsible for this and that
    somebody else did it."
    	"Yeah, that's right," I said, wondering what else Mom needed to
    know or why she'd still be upset.
    	"I just want to make sure you really weren't involved in any way
    in this, Chris," Mom said. "You weren't doing this to get anyone else
    in trouble, were you?"
    	"No, Mom!" I said. Now I was beginning to think that I was going
    to have to go through this crap with proving my innocence all over
    again, this time with my parents.
    	"I didn't know a damn thing about it, Mom! Honest, I didn't!" I
    asserted before realizing what I had said. "Sorry, I meant, I didn't
    know a *darn* thing about it."
    	Mom didn't seem to be too concerned about my using this word and
    she didn't even scold me for it. She just said, "okay, Chris, it's all
    right, calm down, sweetie. I didn't think you would do something like
    this, but I just wanted to make sure."
    	'Well, this is what happened, okay Mom? You got a minute?" I
    asked her kindly, knowing that she was probably busy.
    	"I do, since the big boss stepped out early for the weekend," Mom
    said with a hint of joy in her voice. "I just have to watch for my
    immediate supervisor. Go ahead, tell me what all happened."
    	I pretty much recapped everything that went on from all of the
    diaper boys being called into the office and getting Saturday
    detention, to Mr. Carberry's calling us all back in to tell us that we
    were all innocent.
    	"Get this, Mom, they used Depends!" I said. "DE-PENDS! You know,
    they're green; nobody I know uses them. We all wear white diapers."
    	Mom had to agree that this was an obvious oversight on the part
    of whomever it was who supplied the diapers. "If they were smart they
    would have used Thickies," Mom remarked.
    	I also told Mom about one of the boys' "father" calling in for
    him yesterday, explaining that his father had actually been dead for
    the last few years, and that having the principal learn of this was
    what caused the whole scheme to backfire.
    	"Chris, I'm going to look into getting you out of that P.E.
    class," Mom said.
    	"But it's required, Mom," I said. "I hafta take it!"
    	"I know, but you've had nothing but trouble from the teacher and
    the other students from day one," Mom said. "Even though your need for
    diapers came about as a result of your choice to wear them all the
    time, I still don't believe that you and other kids who have to wear
    diapers should be enrolled in a class that requires you to undress and
    expose your diapers to the other students."
    	Are you alone, Mom?" I asked her. I had no idea what her office
    environment looked like or how much privacy she had. Here she was
    talking about diapers, probably within earshot of about half a dozen of
    her co-workers.
    	"Yes, I am alone, Chris," Mom said. "But some of my co-workers
    know that you wear diapers, anyway."
    	Mom then changed the subject back to what she had been talking
    about before.
    	"Maybe if I get together with all the other parents of the boys
    that you know we can make it a group effort and get you guys enrolled
    into some other class. It's still early in the school year, and I'm
    sure the school will make an exception if they listen to us."
    	"Maybe so," I said. "I just wish they'd fire Mr. Brown, because I
    think he's the one who set this whole flipping thing up."
    	"We'll talk about it when you get home from babysitting, dear,"
    Mom said.
    	"Babysitting," I thought to myself. When Mom mentioned
    babysitting I realized that I had lost track of the time. I looked at
    my watch and then realized that I had only fifteen minutes to haul my
    diapered butt over there. Shit!
    	"Oh crap!" I exclaimed, almost saying "oh shit!"
    	"I need to get going, Mom, I'll see you tonight, bye!" I said as
    I hung up the phone and ran back to my room.
    	"Aren't you supposed to be headed to the babysitter's house?"
    Lisa asked me as she saw me running back towards my bedroom, seeing
    that I was still there and still in my pants, having not been changed
    yet.
    	"Yeah, I am," I said. "Maybe you can run me over there, Lisa!" I
    shouted.
    	"Chris, I have to leave for work in an hour myself!" Lisa said.
    	"It isn't that far!" I said.
    	"Then you should be able to make it then!" Lisa said.
    	"It isn't that far if you drive," I said. "I'll never make it on
    my bike!"
    	"Maybe if you didn't wear an entire month's supply of diapers at
    one time you could pedal your bike just a little bit faster, ever think
    about that, Chris?"
    	"Not really," I said.
    	"Of course, you never make sacrifices or compromises when it
    comes to your diapers!" Lisa said.
    	"I know, it's a lot to ask of me," I said. I then asked, "You
    know what I do think about, though?" Before Lisa could answer I said,
    "I think about how I bet if you put together all the underwear that you
    wear in the course of a year, it still wouldn't be as much material as
    the amount of diapers I normally wear."
    	"I'm not surprised that you'd think about that, Chris," Lisa
    said. "But you're probably right about that, even with as big of a butt
    as I have."
    	"I know I'm right. I've seen your underwear, it's really, really
    thin," I said while tightly pressing my thumb and forefinger together.
    	"Might have something to do with the fact that I can and,
    certainly *choose* to use a toilet, that way I don't have to wear
    underwear that's really, really THICK like you do" With this, Lisa held
    her thumb and forefinger as far apart as possible in a C-shape
    configuration; actually, it was more like a parenthesis than a C.
    	I then realized that we were wasting the precious few minutes
    that remained before I had to go to the boys' house to babysit them. By
    now it was too late for me to do anything but to have Lisa give me a
    ride over there, so I very nicely asked her again, "Are you sure you
    can't just give me a little lift over there?"
    	"Chris, I can only legally drive 20 miles an hour from here to
    there unless I want to get a ticket like Betty did the other day for
    going twenty-*five* on our street out here, and you can probably ride
    your bike almost that fast, as long as you aren't super-diapered."
    	"Well, that's the other thing," I said.
    	"What, you really want me to diaper you, right now, right?" Lisa
    asked me.
    	"Well, if you wouldn't mind," I asked her sheepishly.
    	"Chris, you don't have time for that!" Lisa said. "Look, take a
    disposable diaper with you and change yourself when you get there! I
    know you can at least handle changing yourself into another disposable.
    Come on, Chris, make a sacrifice just this once, those boys need you
    there! Their safety is more important than your comfort and your
    diaper-boyish pleasures. You can't leave them alone!"
    	I was getting tired of Lisa's nagging and I was tuning her out at
    this point. I knew that I would be late no matter what since only five
    minutes remained before the boys would get off the bus.
    	"I'll call Megan and ask her if she can run down there for me
    real quick and just watch them until I get there," I said.
    	"Oh, brother!" Lisa sighed. I ran back out of my room and picked
    up the phone again. Naturally, her brother Scott answered.
    	"Is Megan there?" I asked.
    	"Sure," he said. He clumsily dropped the phone, making its impact
    with what I assumed was the counter or the table amplified into my ear.
    In the background I heard him yell, "MAAAYYY-GUN!!! DIAPER BOY IS ON
    THE PHONE!!!"
    	Megan then picked up right away, so she must have had the
    cordless phone with her, or was down in the basement.
    	"Hello, sexy," she said, trying to sound sultry. "Wanna come
    over? I'm not wearing any clothes right now."
    	I knew that Megan wanted to play, at least on the phone, but
    unfortunately this wasn't the time for that. I didn't want to break her
    of her playful mood, but what I needed to tell her was too important.
    	"Yeah, Megan, I need to ask you to do something important for
    me," I said.
    	"I'm sure I can do that," she said, still in her play voice.
    "Just tell me what it is. I'll be standing by, waiting for YOU!"
    	"No, really, Megan, it really is important," I said, sounding
    more serious. Megan then started laughing. It almost made me wonder if
    she got into her parents' liquor cabinet or something.
    	"What, are you saying that I'm not important?" she said, still
    laughing.
    	"Look, Megan, I know you'd like to play, but right now I really
    do need your help. I'm in a bind."
    	"I'm sorry, Chris, I was just trying to make you feel better
    since you're probably in big trouble, huh, am I right? Did you get in
    more trouble? What did your parents say?"
    	I was getting frustrated now, and it was very hard not to convey
    these feelings through my voice since I didn't want to upset Megan. I
    was hasty in my speech, though.
    	"I'll explain everything later, but I need you to run down to the
    boys' house and just watch them until I get there."
    	"You mean you're not there right now?" Megan asked.
    	"No, I'm still at home," I said.
    	"You got grounded and you can't watch them, right?" Megan said.
    	"No, no, Megan, that's not it, just listen to me, alright!" I
    said. I then realized how I came across and said, "Sorry, Megan, I
    didn't mean to snap at you, but I'm under a lot of stress right now and
    need to ask you a big favor."
    	"I'm sure you are, you sure sound like it, dear," she said. "What
    do you need me to do?"
    	"I just need to know if you can go down to Cody's and Jordan's
    house and just stay with them until I get there," I said. "They're
    probably there right now. I don't have time to explain why I'm not
    there, but I *will* be there. Can you do this for me? Please?"
    	"Sure," she said. "But I really am undressed right now, and I
    think the boys are a little too young for seeing that sort of thing, so
    I'll need to put some clothes on, and then I'll head right down there."
    	"Thanks, Megan, you're a lifesaver!" I said as I got down on my
    knees and did a quick "thank you, God!" prayer.
    	"Which flavor would you say I am?" she replied.
    	"Very funny," I said.
    	"Sorry," Megan apologized. "How long you think you'll be?"
    	"Give me, oh, I don't know, twenty minutes," I said to Megan.
    	"Okay, see you then," she said as she hung up.
    	I then went back into my room where Lisa had all my diapers ready
    to go on my changing table. She looked at me and said, "Well?"
    	"Well what?" I asked. "That's a deep subject, you know."
    	"You are so funny, Chris!" Lisa said in a sarcastic voice, now
    getting more irritated. "What did Megan say?"
    	"She'll cover for me until I get there."
    	"Good, because if she wasn't, I would have taken you over there
    and sent you with a disposable diaper."
    	"So are you still taking me?" I asked Lisa.
    	"I don't see the point in doing that now," she said.
    	"Why not?" I asked.
    	"First, you're already late, and second, you've got Megan to
    cover for you, so there's really no point in having me drive you down
    there now. Besides, you'll need your bike to get back home anyway,
    unless you want to walk."
    	"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said.
    	"Well, come on, get your butt up here so I can diaper you," Lisa
    said. "You do realize that you won't be able to wear your pants over
    there."
    	"I know that," I said. "I want to enjoy riding pantsless while
    the weather permits."
    	"If I know you, Chris, you'd probably ride your bike over there
    in your diapers through the snow on the coldest day of the year."
    	"I don't know about that, but I do want to get some sweat pants
    to slip over my diapers to ride over there when it does get cold," I
    said. "If it's snowy, you may have to take me on those days."
    	"We'll wait and see about that, Chris," Lisa said as she pulled
    off my soaked and poopy disposable diaper.
    	"Euughh!" Lisa said as she grimaced and winced from the strong
    odors. "I forgot how much your poopy diapers stink!"
    	"Never too late to get used to them again," I said.
    	"I wasn't planning on changing diapers again until I have a kid
    of my own," Lisa said. "I just don't feel as comfortable changing your
    diapers as I used to, Chris, now that you're, well, getting older, and
    bigger, if you know what I mean."
    	"But you did enjoy changing me before, didn't you?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Oh yeah, I liked wiping you clean and then diapering your butt
    in a bunch of thick diapers while trying to figure out why you'd enjoy
    this so much, but then I figured that I would have to be a boy to
    understand. This sort of thing is a lot more fun to a twelve-year-old
    girl since it also helps her to assert her feelings about being a girl
    and not wearing diapers like her little brother likes to do. It was
    funnier to me then to see you waddle around in just your diapers,
    especially since it's all you ever wore,, period, as long as you were
    home. Don't get me wrong, you still look just as cute in your diapers
    as always, but it isn't so funny now, since we're all used to it now."
    	During the rest of the diaper change Lisa asked me what all had
    happened at school today. Fortunately I didn't have to tell her
    everything all over again, though, since she picked up bits and pieces
    of it while she heard me explaining it to Mom on the phone earlier. She
    just asked me a few questions.
    	"There, how's that?" Lisa asked me after she inserted the last
    pin into my topmost diaper.
    	"Feels good and tight to me," I said as I lifted my legs and
    kicked them around. "But I usually have more pins in my diapers than
    this."
    	"I know you don't have a lot of time, and I really don't want to
    spend what few precious minutes I have left of my afternoon before
    going to work putting extra pins into your diapers."
    	"This will do for now," I said. "At least you made them as thick
    as I normally wear them, and that's more important."
    	"Better get going, Chris," Lisa said as she handed me my plastic
    pants. "I'm sure you can put these on yourself."
    	"I can, thanks," I said to Lisa as she carried my soiled and wet
    disposable diaper out with her. I followed her out of my bedroom and
    then went to the garage to get my bike. I hurried as fast I could to
    get to the boys' house. Several kids were still walking home from
    school as I rode past them, and they made the usual remarks, but I
    ignored them and kept riding. By the time I got there it was about
    3:20. I was huffing and puffing from trying to ride so fast, especially
    as my thick diapers slowed my pedaling down. Megan greeted me at the
    door.
    	"I see you dressed for the occasion," Megan smiled.
    	"Me being in just my diapers isn't exactly an *occasion*, you
    know," I said. "You're not exactly going to a formal dinner yourself,"
    I said, seeing that Megan had on her shortest pair of cutoffs and a
    tight, navel-revealing T-shirt. I could see her nipples through her
    shirt, too, so she wasn't even wearing a bra. I had to wonder what the
    boys thought of her.
    	"This is how I usually dress after school, as you know, of
    course," Megan said. "I was in the middle of changing when you called."
    	"So how are the boys doing?" I asked Megan as I followed her into
    her house, noting how much of the lower portion of her big ass was
    showing, causing me to get hard in my diapers.
    	"They're fine now, they're in their room playing," Megan pointed
    out. I could hear the boys talking and tossing their playthings around,
    minding their own business. I didn't think they even knew I had
    arrived.
    	"But they weren't okay earlier," Megan continued. This concerned
    me, so I asked her what happened.
    	"They were just getting off the bus when I showed up. They asked,
    'where's Chris? Where's Chris?' I said, 'he's coming.' Then it was,
    'why are *you* here?' I told them you were running late. They didn't
    believe me and they started crying, thinking that you weren't ever
    going to come again. I told them to relax and you'd be along shortly,
    but until then I would stay here for them. Then they started saying,
    'we don't want any more GIRL babysitters! We want Chris, he's a BOY!' I
    must say I was offended somewhat, so I asked them why they didn't like
    girl babysitters, and one of them said, 'because girls don't let us go
    around in our diapers and they don't like to play with our toys and
    games with us!' Cody then said, 'Chris likes diapers, too and he likes
    to talk about them a lot!' I told them they could take their pants off
    if they wanted to and said that I'll talk about diapers, too. They
    said, 'but you don't wear them!' and said, 'no, but I can still talk
    about them. I've changed them plenty of times.' I also told them 'I
    think boys look cute in diapers,' so they took their overalls off. They
    were both very wet and dirty, so I asked them if they wanted to be
    changed, but they said, 'we'll wait until Chris gets here!' I just
    said, 'very well, you can wait for Chris if you want.'"
    	"I'm sorry about having to call you into this all of a sudden," I
    said. "I also didn't think about the boys being so upset that you'd be
    here instead of me."
    	"No problem," Megan said. "I do think the boys need to learn to
    respect girls more, though. I know that with Irene and several other
    babysitters before her that they all gave the boys a bad impression on
    girls. I told them that not all girls are like Irene and the others, so
    I told them that one of them would have to let me change them when you
    got here. They said this would be okay."
    	"Well, might as well get that taken care of," I said as I got up
    from the chair. "I'm sure the boys' diapers are overdue for changing by
    now, as they always are."
    	Megan got up with me, adding one more thing to her describing how
    the boys behaved while waiting for me to come over.
    	"Cody then came up to me and said. 'maybe you're not so bad for a
    girl. You're the first girl to let us take our pants off and run around
    in diapers.'"
    	Megan and I then went down the hall and to the boys' room.
    	"CHRIS!" Cody exclaimed loudly and excitedly, as if he hadn't
    seen me for a year.
    	"He's here!" Jordan said just as enthusiastically.
    	"See guys, I told you he'd be here," Megan said. "Diapers and
    all! Now let's get those naaasssty diapers changed!"
    	The boys then got into their positions and prepared to have their
    diapers taken off.
    	"Okay, which one of you wants to be changed by me?" Megan asked
    the boys. They both looked at each other.
    	"I want Chris to change me!" Cody said.
    	"Okay, then it looks like Chris gets you, Cody, and you Jordan, I
    get you."
    	"Ahh man!" he said.
    	"Now come on, boys!" Megan said. "I've been pretty cool so far. I
    let you take your pants off, right?"
    	The boys just nodded and Jordan let Megan take off his diapers.
    	"Can we wear cloth diapers again?" Cody asked me excitedly.
    Seeing the bright smile and wide eyes on his face made me hate to
    disappointment him, but I told him that his mom didn't want me to put
    them on him or Jordan since she had washed them last night for me to
    take home today. Sue did promise, however, that she would pick up some
    cloth diapers for the boys this weekend. The boys reluctantly agreed to
    this and let us put disposable diapers on them. I told them I'd make it
    up to them once they had some cloth diapers of their own.
    	After the boys were changed Megan and I led them out to the
    kitchen where they could enjoy their after-school cookies and milk.
    While the boys carried on I explained to Megan what all had happened
    afterwards. She was very happy to know that we were determined to be
    innocent. By this time the boys were done and they wanted to go
    outside. With this, we all went out to the back yard. The boys
    continued on to play in their dirt box. I was going to join them, too,
    but then Megan patted the patio swing several times, inviting me to sit
    down with her. I figured the boys would be okay and we could still see
    them from where we were sitting.
    	Megan asked me why I was running so late and needed her to cover
    for me. She got quite a chuckle out of me explaining that I wanted to
    be in my cloth diapers. She then added, "although in some ways I wish
    you were in just a disposable."
    	Megan then stuck her hand into my plastic pants and started
    picking at one of the diaper pins.
    	"You don't have as many pins in your diapers as you usually do,"
    she pointed out. "Any particular reason why?" she asked. She was coming
    onto me again.
    	"Lisa didn't want to spend the time putting all the other pins
    in," I said. Megan then pulled down my plastic pants partway, enough
    for her to get at one of the pins. She unfastened it and pulled it out
    of the thick folds of cloth.
    	"Uhh, Megan, this probably isn't a good time for this," I said
    nervously, especially being as we were within sight of the boys.
    	"I know, but I'm just, you know, thinking about it, being how
    little I'm dressed and all."
    	"I see that," I said, noting that Megan's nipples were just as
    erect as my dick certainly was right now. Megan then closed the diaper
    pin and stuck it into her mouth. She moved her lips back and forth over
    the pin while sucking on it and licking the sides of it, doing so in a
    very sexually suggestive fashion. The jumbo-sized diaper pins made it
    even easier for her to pantomime performing fellatio with it.
    	"So, why did you come down here like this?" I asked Megan.
    	"Like I said, this is how I usually dress after school, until my
    parents get home, and since I knew you were coming, I figured you'd
    appreciate it."
    	"I do, I do," I said.
    	"Since I needed to hurry, I didn't bother putting a bra or
    panties on, either," Megan added. She then undid the top button of her
    jeans to show me, further tempting me to want to remove my diapers
    right now, but of course I didn't.
    	"Did the boys say anything to you about how you're dressed?" I
    asked Megan.
    	"Yeah, they both giggled and Cody said, 'I can see your butt
    showing!'"
    	"Well, they're right, because I could see it," I said. "I can't
    believe you came down here like that."
    	"Well, you came over here from your house in diapers, so you've
    got me beat on that one," Megan said. Megan then stuck the diaper pin
    back into my diapers and said, "you look cute in cloth diapers, but I
    was hoping you'd be in a disposable."
    	"Sorry, but this is how I prefer to dress after school," I said.
    	"I understand," Megan said. "Now that you're going home again
    after school before coming over here I probably should have expected
    it."
    	"Well, what could we get away with anyway?" I asked Megan. "I
    mean, I got two boys to watch."
    	"Well, we can at least do this," Megan said. She then wrapped her
    arms around me and began kissing me. I glanced over at the boys to make
    sure they were okay. I was worried that they'd expect us to come over
    and join them, but they seemed to be having a good time by themselves.
    With this, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the rest of Megan's liplock. I
    could feel her nipples pressing into my chest as I reciprocated with an
    embrace around her soft, fleshy body.
    	After we finished kissing, Megan asked me to get up and draw the
    blind. It was one of those wicker blinds that are used on patios. While
    I was standing up, Megan whistled and said, "nice butt!" I just smiled
    as I turned around to look at her. I then let the blind come down.
    	"Put up it back up a little, just enough to see the boys
    playing," Megan said. After I did this I sat back down with Megan.
    	"So, uhh, what can we do?" I asked her. I was so nervous because
    I didn't want the boys to catch us, much less suspect why we were out
    there playing with them in the first place. Megan just stared into my
    eyes, smiling, but she didn't say anything.
    	"I mean, well, I do have a lot of diapers on, and there are still
    a lot of pins that you'd have to take out," I continued. "And well, I
    just don't know what we could do right here with the boys playing
    nearby. We can't go in the house and leave the boys out here--"
    	Megan then gently pressed her hand up over my lips and said,
    "shhh, it's all right, Chris. You still have a mouth and two hands that
    are free."
    	Megan then unfastened her jeans, but she left them pulled up. She
    then lifted her shirt and invited me to come closer and told me what to
    do.
    	"Just relax, I'll keep an eye on the boys," she assured me.
    	Several minutes later we decided we'd better go check on the
    boys. I pulled the blind back up so that Sue wouldn't suspect anything
    or question why the blind was down. I didn't even want her to know that
    Megan was here. I thought I'd better get back to the boys and check up
    on them and get in some playing time with them. Megan stayed for a few
    minutes longer and played with the boys, pushing cars around and making
    engine noises. I wasn't used to seeing a girl doing this, but then
    Megan could be quite the tomboy at times. She then decided that she'd
    better get going.
    	"See you on Monday," she said, strutting her wide hips with her
    gait as she left the back yard.
    	The boys and I continued playing. I was concerned that they would
    ask what Megan and I had been doing, but they seemed to think nothing
    of it. To further take the boys' minds off of what Megan and I were
    doing I showed them the proofs from my photo shoot session when
    modeling Thickies diapers. I had promised yesterday that I would bring
    them and show them to the boys. They enjoyed looking at them very much
    and said they couldn't wait to get their Thickies diapers.
    	About an hour later Sue came home and she came out to the back
    yard. She asked me how the boys were and I told her that they behaved
    just fine. Sue could tell that there was something on my mind, so she
    asked me, "are you sure everything's okay?"
    	I decided that it would be best to just tell Sue that I was
    running late today and had asked Megan to come watch the boys until I
    came over. I cringed as I thought Sue would come down on me and maybe
    ask me not to come back again.
    	"Oh, well, that's okay, Chris," she said. "I know you don't have
    a lot of time to get here, and I do appreciate you thinking to call
    Megan and sending her down here, rather than leave the boys here alone,
    even if for only a few minutes. Megan is a nice girl, I trust her. But
    I'm still glad that I have you, since you're obviously the best fit for
    babysitting my boys."
    	"Thanks for your understanding, Sue," I said to her. "What if I'm
    running late and Megan can't come?"
    	"Well, you could probably call Irene if you had to, I can give
    you her number. I mean, all you'd need her to do is come and watch them
    for a few minutes if you couldn't get a hold of Megan first."
    	Sue then reached into her purse and then handed me my first
    week's pay for watching her boys. I was only expecting fifty dollars
    since I was to get paid ten dollars a day. Instead,, she gave me three
    twenties, sixty dollars.
    	"Uh, Sue, you gave me sixty here," I told her, wanting to be
    honest.
    	"I know," she said. "I decided to give you a little extra since
    you're doing so well with the boys."
    	"Gee, thanks!" I said with a smile. I then started to put the
    money into my pocket, only to realize that with only diapers and
    plastic pants on that I had no pockets, so instead I bent down and
    stuck the money in my sock.
    	"It's worth it to me," Sue said. "The boys enjoy you so much more
    than anyone else I've had watch them, and I'd sure hate to lose you,
    especially after all the other babysitters I went through."
    	"Well, you almost did lose me," I said.
    	"Really? What happened?" Sue asked me. Once again I got to tell
    the story about how I nearly got in trouble for trashing Mr. Brown's
    car with dirty diapers when neither I nor any of my friends were
    responsible. Sue thought that this wasn't fair to me or the other boys
    and hoped that something like this wouldn't happen to me again.
    	"They were going to give me two weeks of after-school detention,
    and three days of Saturday detention, too," I explained. "I couldn't
    have come over after school to watch your boys."
    	"Well, even if that did happen, Chris, your friend Tony could
    probably fill in unless he's found something by now. I would have taken
    you back in any case."
    	"Tony would have gotten after-school detention, too," I
    explained. I then realized that I'd better get going. Before I left I
    asked Sue if I could come over tomorrow and bring her boys to my house.
    	"That's fine, but you do realize this one's on you, I won't pay
    you for this one."
    	"I understand," I said with a nod, making Sue well aware that I
    didn't expect any additional compensation for this. "They want to meet
    the boy who lives next door to me; he and his brother both wear
    diapers, too."
    	"Well, it will have to be in the afternoon, and you might want to
    call first before you come over. Tomorrow I'm going shopping and I'm
    getting the boys some cloth diapers."
    	"Thickies, right?" I asked her.
    	"Oh yes, my boys have made sure I know which ones they are, and I
    will ask for Mary and tell her you sent me," Sue said.
    	"Speaking of cloth diapers, do you have the ones I left here last
    night?"
    	"Oh yes, let me get those for you," Sue said. She came back a
    moment later and handed me two plastic shopping bags full of freshly
    washed diapers. I crammed them both into my book bag and then headed
    over to Tony's house so that he could join me for tonight's planned
    sleepover.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 150
    ----------------------------

    	I rode over towards Tony's house, which was almost due east just
    a few blocks of Cody's and Jordan's house. I went down the street on
    which Irene lived. Irene was outside walking towards the car parked in
    the driveway when she saw me. I gave her a friendly wave, but she
    didn't reciprocate. Rather, she just gave me a funny look, probably
    from seeing that all I had on were my diapers and a shirt. I rode down
    a couple houses more and then decided to turn around to talk to Irene
    for a little bit and tell her how I am doing with the boys. I was also
    so tempted to test her reaction to seeing me in diapers, especially as
    pious as she was.
    	When I went back to Irene she was praying while standing outside
    of the car. She was in a long dress and high heels and she had her hair
    all done up nicely. It looked like she was going to some church
    function with her family. I stood there silently and waited for Irene
    to finish praying, rather than be rude and interrupt. While I stood
    there I read the half-dozen-plus bumper stickers plastered garishly on
    the car, most of which had Bible verses on them as well as an anti-
    abortion sticker and a Christian radio station sticker. None of this
    surprised me.
    	Irene was startled when she opened her eyes and turned and saw me
    standing there straddling my bike. My big white diapers coming up so
    high over my stomach certainly must have caught her attention.
    	"Oh! You startled me!" she said as she grabbed her Bible from
    atop the car's roof and clutched onto it as she held it to her chest.
    	"Sorry," I said. "I just wanted to let you know that I am doing
    great with babysitting Cody and Jordan," I told Irene.
    	"That's nice," she said in a quiet voice. I could tell that she
    was trying not to look at my diapers, but every now and then I could
    see her eyes take a little glance. It would have been absolutely
    impossible for her to ignore my big, white diapers unless she were
    blind.
    	"I have been praying for Cody and Jordan and their well-being,"
    Irene said.
    	"Looks like their prayers have been answered," I said. "They're
    very happy when I come over and babysit them."
    	"That's why I am praying for them," Irene said. At first this
    seemed cool, thinking that Irene was praying for the boys' continued
    happiness, but then Irene surprised me with her next remark.
    	 "I pray that their need for diapers will cease one day as I fear
    that the longer they are wearing them, the more that it will corrupt
    their young minds, their young bodies, and most of all, their young,
    but yet eternal spirits."
    	"What do you mean?" I asked Irene.
    	"I fear that the boys will become unclean from wearing diapers
    all the time."
    	"Why's that? I change them when they're dirty."
    	"No, I mean spiritually unclean," Irene said. "Megan has told me
    about you and the things that you are doing with the boys."
    	Now I was beginning to regret having stopped to talk to Irene as
    she was about to go into some religious spiel.
    	"What has Megan told you?" I asked.
    	"That you allow the boys to run around in their diapers and that
    you're telling them how much fun you think diapers are to wear."
    	"So, what's wrong with that?" I asked in defense. "They love
    wearing diapers like I do, they like me, they're happy, their mom is
    happy, so I don't understand the problem here."
    	"It is sin," Irene said. "Your sins have blinded your spirit from
    seeing the evil in what you think is pure, innocent fun. It isn't."
    	"Oh, for God's sake!" I thought to myself, literally in this
    case.
    	"The boys will engage in many unholy acts of self-pleasure and
    become morally corrupt, just as you have become."
    	"Excuse me?" I said defensively.
    	"Look at you, you're riding around on your bike in your diapers!"
    she said.
    	I know, I do it all the time," I said.
    	"Don't you think you should at least cover up and wear something
    more decent?" Irene said.
    	"Not over *these* diapers," I said as I slapped my hand over the
    thick, wide crotch of my multiple diapers that was protruding ever so
    prominently from my crotch. I turned to my side to let Irene see the
    many folds of cloth that were bunched together so tightly in between my
    legs.
    	"You obviously indulge greatly in your self-pleasures, and this
    is can only lead to a corrupted, sinful life. I fear that you will lead
    those boys into your obsessed orgy of diapers."
    	Obsessed orgy of diapers, good one, I thought to myself, making a
    mental note of this particular phrase. I couldn't wait to tell Tony
    about all of this.
    	"Well, I will be honest with you, Irene, and I know that honesty
    is one of those things that looks good on a person's spiritual record,
    or whatever you call it," I said. "Cody and Jordan are a lot happier
    now and they enjoy my company a lot more than they ever did before." I
    stopped myself short of adding, "especially when *you* were around
    them!"
    	Irene just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face. As
    much as I wanted to tell her to knock off the preaching crap at first,
    I didn't want this to get back to Megan, and I didn't really want to
    hurt Irene's feelings. I just wanted her to back off on the impromptu
    sermon.
    	"I suppose you hate me now, huh?" I said.
    	"My spirit knows no hate," she said. "I love you, as you are one
    of my brothers. I can only pray for you, Chris, which was what I was
    doing when I saw you go by."
    	"I appreciate that," I said sincerely. "And just so you know, I
    do believe in God. And yes, I do pray sometimes."
    	"Well, you have to do a lot more than just believe in Him and
    pray every now and then," Irene said. "And going to church every Sunday
    isn't enough, either, which is what most people seem to think. Just as
    you are a child to your parents and must commit to their wishes for the
    sake of your betterment, we are all children to God and we must commit
    to His wishes. The Lord brought you back here for a reason, otherwise
    you wouldn't have turned around. I feel that you can be saved, Chris,
    and your unholy ways can be mended. If you were dressed more decently
    I'd invite you to join us at our church tonight. We have youth meetings
    every Friday night. I'm just waiting for my parents to come out."
    	"Well, uhh, even if I did have some pants on, I don't think I
    would be very welcome at your church right now," I said.
    	"You are always welcome at church," Irene told me. "God turns no
    one away."
    	"I don't know about God, but your pastor or preacher or priest or
    whoever it is might turn me away," I said.
    	"Why do you feel that way?" Irene asked me.
    	"Because I stink really bad and wouldn't want to offend anybody.
    Let's just say that I'd give the word 'church pew' a whole new meaning.
    Get it? Church *phew* ?!"
    	Apparently Irene did not see the humor in this at all, as much as
    I enjoyed it. I was alone in my laughter. As much as I thought it might
    get Irene to back off, she one-upped me on this one, too.
    	"We have had homeless individuals and families come to our church
    services, and as much as they may smell, we overlook this weakness and
    do not turn them away, for they come to us to cleanse their spirits."
    	I figured this was a good time to bail now. There was no way that
    I was going to win in this situation. I told Irene that I appreciated
    her invitation, but that I was always busy on Friday nights, which I
    was. I figured that having fun with my diaper friends counts as being
    busy since I am occupied with these activities, after all.
    	"One can never be too busy for the Lord," she said. "Megan has
    told me many things about you, and your spirit is mired in sin. You
    need cleansing, Chris."
    	Irene then started quoting Bible scriptures. I decided, "that's
    it." I had to get out of here and make it clearly known that I wasn't
    about to "mend my unholy ways" or "cleanse my sin-mired spirit"-- at
    least as Irene saw me.
    	"Well, my spirit may be mired in sin, but my butt is mired in
    poop and I need to get *that* part of me cleansed first," I said,
    interrupting Irene's recitation of random Bible verses, as I stuck my
    heavily diapered butt upwards and then pedaled away.
    	"See you later!" I yelled behind me. Just then I saw Irene's
    parents standing in the driveway all dressed up. They were staring at
    me. I then hurried to make up for the time I lost to Irene's driveway
    evangelism, which I didn't count on happening, but should have known
    better. How she and Megan could ever be friends was beyond me. While
    riding, a car went past me. The passenger shouted out the window, "get
    some decent clothes on!" I just flipped them the bird and they kept
    going. A moment later came the car in which Irene was riding with her
    parents. They, too, had something to shout to me.
    	"God loves you!" shouted Irene's mother. I just ignored them and
    let them keep going. How glad I was to get to Tony's house.
    	"You're running late," he said as he had all his stuff packed and
    ready to go.
    	"I know, I'll explain it to you on the ride to my house."
    	"We would have been late leaving anyway, since I just had to
    explain everything that happened at school today to my Mom. She would
    have been pissed had I wound up in Saturday detention tomorrow."
    	While Tony and I rode in tandem towards my house I told him about
    Irene. He got a good laugh out of this, especially when I told him
    about the "obsessed diaper orgy" that, according to her, Tony and I are
    always engaged in, which we were. When we got to my house I was worried
    that Mom might be mad because I was holding up dinner, but fortunately
    she hadn't started it. In fact, we were going to be ordering pizza,
    from Lisa's workplace, of course.
    	As I had been expecting, Mom and Dad both wanted to know what all
    happened to us at school today, so Tony and I spent about ten to
    fifteen minutes recapping all the events that went on.
    	"All I can say is that I was glad to hear that you and your
    friends weren't involved in that stunt," my Dad said. "And you should
    be glad, too, because you would have lost your babysitting job, you
    would have had to quit your diaper club and you would have been
    grounded until your detention was over."
    	"Yeah, and we might have had to even re-potty train you, Chris!"
    Cindy said. "Imagine THAT!"
    	"I can't!" I said, trying to quell such an abominable thought.
    "That would be a fate worse than DEATH!"
    	At first I thought Cindy was joking when she said this, but then
    I got seriously worried and began to wonder if either of my parents
    ever really said this.
    	"Did you or Dad really say that you'd re-potty train me?" I asked
    Mom.
    	"Oh, heavens, Chris, no!" Mom said as she waved her hand to
    dismiss the very notion. I was very relieved to hear about this. "That
    would be impossible!"
    	"You are so gullible, Chris!" Cindy said as she laughed. "Oh, by
    the way, today I found out there's a girl at your school who wears
    diapers."
    	"WHAT?!" I exclaimed in much the same way Dad's clients did
    whenever the Dow Jones dropped several hundred points. "No! It can't
    be! Please tell me it isn't true!"
    	"See, Chris? I told you, you're GULLIBLE!" Cindy said, now
    laughing even harder. I was ready to strangle her neck at this point.
    	"Oh my gosh!" she said as she recovered from her laughter.
    "You're going to make *me* pee my pants if I don't stop laughing at
    your being so gullible, Chris. But even if I did that, I still wouldn't
    start wearing diapers. Hard to believe there was a time when I did have
    to actually wear them myself!"
    	"You ARE kidding about that, aren't you?" I asked Cindy.
    	"About what?" she asked.
    	"That girl."
    	"That girl who...aww come on, Cindy!"
    	"You can't say it, can you?" Cindy said.
    	"Not really," I replied.
    	"Yes, Chris, I was kidding!" Cindy assured me. She then started
    playfully swatting my diapered butt in between syllables, hitting my
    bottom harder towards the end:

    	"I (swat) am (swat) kid (swat) ding (swat) you (swat) DIA
    (SWAT!!) PER (SWAT!!) BUTT (SWAT!!!) bruh (SWAT!) ther (SWAT!) of
    (SWAT!) MINE! (SWAT!!!)"
    	I looked at Cindy for a moment.
    	"What?" she said. "You didn't actually FEEL that, did you?"
    	"No," I said.
    	"I should hope not. Either those diapers are losing their fiber
    in the wash, or I'm just getting very strong and don't know it."
    	"I was just surprised that you did it, that's all."
    	"I couldn't resist," Cindy said. "It's been awhile since I've
    given you a full-fledged diaper-butt spanking just for the reason that
    I still think you look cute in your diapers! That, and I knew that you
    needed some consolation and reassurance after what I told you, even
    though it isn't true. I know that was too cruel of me, I'm sorry.
    	"Okay, then I'll forgive you," I said to Cindy. She then patted
    my shoulder and then headed towards the bathroom. Tony and I decided to
    go into my room while waiting for the pizza to arrive.
    	"Boy, hasn't this day gone a-fuck!" I said to Tony, who agreed.
    "First, the shit from those assholes in Mr. Brown's class-- literally--
    then Irene telling me that I'm a sinner because I get off on wearing
    diapers, and then Cindy telling me that I was going to be potty
    trained, plus that other thing she told me that I will not acknowledge
    by putting the words together in a sentence, even hypothetically."
    	"I don't blame you there one bit, Chris," Tony said. "Let's work
    on my babysitting ad now."
    	We started drafting out the ad that Tony was going to post at
    Kidz Klothez and in some places close to our neighborhood. By the time
    the pizza had arrived and were called to come eat, this was what we had
    come up with several scribblings and re-writes later:

    NEED A BABYSITTER AFTER SCHOOL?

    I am a responsible, mature, almost 13-year-old boy who is great with
    kids, especially boys. I am willing to look after older boys who are
    not potty trained and wear diapers. I am available from 3:00 PM to
    6:00-7:00 PM weekdays to anyone who lives in the area of Camas Meadows
    or Hickory Grove subdivisions. Call me at 555-3278. Leave message for
    Tony.

    	"What do you think of it now?" Tony asked me. "Do you think that
    I should take out the parts about being good with boys and kids who are
    not potty trained?"
    	"This ad will work just fine for the one we'll post at Kidz
    Klothez, but you might want to change it for the ones we post
    elsewhere," I recommended.
    	"So, like what should I say then?" Tony asked. "I don't want to
    get stuck babysitting some girl, and I'd love to get a boy who wears
    diapers like Cody and Jordan."
    	"We'll have to think about it over eating pizza," I said. "If you
    ask me, I don't think we should even bother with the other ads, since
    you're more likely to get the kid you want to babysit from someone who
    sees your ad at Kidz' Klothez back where they sell the diapers."
    	"Yeah, you're right, Chris," Tony said. "Come on, let's go eat
    some pizza while it's still hot."
    	After Tony and I enjoyed several slices of pizza each along with
    some breadsticks and green salad which Cindy made, we went to the
    computer and brought up Print Shop to make the ad. The rough draft was
    covered with grease from handling it while eating pizza. We decided
    "screw it" and just make all the ads the same and post them wherever.
    We reasoned that we had nothing to lose by being honest and specific
    about what type of kid Tony was willing to babysit.
    	When I started typing out the ad I got carried away and entered
    Tony's phone number as 555-FART.
    	"Hey, wait a minute!" Tony said.
    	"What? That is your phone number!" I told him.
    	"Say what?" Tony said. I got up and went to get the cordless
    phone. I brought it back over to Tony and pointed out that the numbers
    in his telephone number, when converted to letters, spelled out FART
    (3278).
    	"Oh my God!" Tony exclaimed while laughing once he realized this.
    "Wait'll I tell Mom and Kara about that!" he exclaimed. "We've had that
    number ever since the divorce and we never realized that our phone
    number was FART!"
    	"If you do that your Mom's probably gonna change it," I said.
    	"Nah, she'll think it's funny," Tony said. "She'd just say it's
    DART instead of FART or something lame like that."
    	"It could read FAST, too," I pointed out. "Or EAST."
    	"I like FART better myself," Tony said.
    	"Me, too," I said as I got up on my hands and knees in my chair
    and turned my butt to Tony and shouted "Incoming!" I then cut a big
    fart into my thick diapers.
    	"If you think that's something, wait'll you figure out what MY
    number is," I said to Tony. I let Tony look at the phone as he went
    through all the letters on the keypad and tried various combinations.
    Our number was 555-3473.
    	"Uhh, FIRE?"
    	"Nope, look again," I said.
    	"DIRE?" he questioned.
    	"Doh! You're so close!" I said. "I can't believe you haven't
    figured it out! It's so obvious!"
    	"Holy crap!" Tony shouted loudly enough to be heard from the
    kitchen where the rest of the family was still eating, not that
    vulgarity was as strictly enforced around here as it once was, though
    outright profanity was still a household no-no.
    	"DIPE? D-I-P-E?" he said in amazement. "Whoa! Of all the numbers
    there could be!"
    	I just nodded my head and smiled and then said, "is that an
    amazing coincidence or what?"
    	"I guess so!" Tony said.
    	"Ten thousand to one odds that we'd get that number. The only
    other ones that would work well would be 3447, which would spell D-I-A-
    P, or 3477, which would be D-I-P-R."
    	"Damn, you ought to tell your family about this!" Tony said.
    	"I will!" I told him.
    	"You must have a lot of time on your hands or something," Tony
    said.
    	"I'd have a lot of you-know-what on my hands if I didn't have
    diapers on, that's for sure!" I quipped while mock-masturbating and
    making jack-off motions over my bulging diapers. Tony just laughed at
    this. I then explained to him how today I was bored in Mr. Mather's
    Social Studies class and came up with several comical phone numbers. I
    was going to tell Tony about our phone numbers at the break, only for
    our day to be disrupted by being falsely accused of a certain stunt
    that, for our sake, luckily had gone afoul.
    	At this point we were goofing off. I was showing Tony all the
    other numbers that I came up with. We were laughing so much that it got
    Cindy's attention. She came over to the computer. Since we still had
    Print Shop running, the text was in big letters that could easily be
    read from a distance.
    	"What are you guys up to now?" Cindy asked us.
    	"About nine inches," I said jokingly.
    	"You smartass! You only wish!" Cindy said. "Besides, I change
    your diapers all the time, so I know you're as full of shit as your
    diapers usually are if you going around saying that!"
    	Cindy then looked at the screen and noted the list of phone
    numbers that we had come up with, and their letter conversions to the
    right:

    277-4653     ASS-HOLE
    555-7447     555-SHIT
    555-6477     555-PISS
    382-5968     FUC-KYOU
    382-5633     FUC-KOFF
    692-2775     MYB-ALLS
    522-5633     JAC-KOFF
    555-4687     555-ANUS

    	"Oh my God!" Cindy exclaimed after realizing what Tony and I had
    been up to.
    	"MOM! Chris and Tony are typing dirty words on the computer!"
    Cindy then tattled. I closed the program without saving it, deciding
    that Tony and I could redo these and come up with some more
    combinations later tonight after we were back in my bedroom. In the
    meantime, Mom had come into the living room to find out what was going
    on.
    	"What?" Mom said.
    	"Chris just erased it, but a minute ago he had dirty words on the
    screen!" Cindy said.
    	"Like what?" Mom asked Cindy, putting the burden on her to tell
    Mom what the words were. Cindy then passed the buck and said, "You tell
    her, Chris."
    	"Oh, Mom, we were just looking at the phone and seeing what words
    we could come up with for certain numbers."
    	"Yeah, like the 'S' word and the 'F' word," Cindy said.
    	"You guys," Mom said. "Let them have their fun, Cindy. They're
    almost thirteen, and if Beavis and Butthead is any indication of how
    most boys around their age act, I wouldn't put anything past them."
    	"Hey Mom! You know what our number spells out?" I told her.
    	"If I dare ask, what?"
    	It's 555-DIPE!" I said. I then pointed to the keys and spelled it
    out.
    	"Oh boy!" Mom said. "What are the chances of that happening?"
    	"About ten thousand to one," I said.
    	"And my number spells FART!" Tony said.
    	"You guys need to go back to writing stories," Mom said as she
    then retreated to the kitchen. I then stuck my tongue out at Cindy and
    said, "Nice try!"
    	"Gimme that!" Cindy said as she snatched the phone out of my
    hand. "I need to call Gina." She then took the phone and bonked me on
    the head with it, not very hard, but just enough to hurt a little.
    	"Oww, dammit," I said as I rubbed the spot where I felt the phone
    hit me. "Don't do that, please." Cindy just ignored me and walked off.
    	Tony and I then decided to get back to the business at hand and
    get the babysitting ad composed and printed out. I debated putting on
    there some of the graphics that I had edited myself-- crude as they
    were-- that showed boys in thick diapers. We originally printed some up
    just for fun but then decided to remove the graphics before printing
    the copies that we would post. After this we went into my bedroom and
    went back to making up funny phone numbers, most of which had words
    that pertained to private parts, pee, poop or sex. After we got tired
    of this we decided to try doing the phone numbers of all the other
    diaper boys. Some numbers produced mundane, everyday words, but nothing
    that could be remotely related to diapers. We then took a joint shower
    and then Cindy changed each of our diapers. After having a mutual
    diaper masturbation session we finally fell asleep.